๑ ⋆˙⟡๑ ⋆˙⟡ growing up with katsuki bakugo !
for all you could remember, katsuki had been by your side. there wasnt a moment you couldnt recall where katsuki hadnt been there with you - from playdates to him fulfilling the role as your knight in shining armour, katsuki had always been right there with you.
you were all each other knew. nobody even came close to sharing the bond the two of you held for one another, and nobody ever would. you were there during days on the nursery playgroud, to walking home with him after a gruelling day at middle school. despite your lack of aspiration to be a hero, katsuki never once looked down on your own dreams, encouraging you in his own way to aim for what you wanted to do in life. he swore to you to make the world a safe place for you to live, and that he would always be there to protect you from anything.
katsuki was your first friend, your first love. . . your first everything. he was the one which you shared your first kiss, he was the first to hold you so close in his arms, the first to warm your bed. he celebrated alongside you and your family during birthdays, middle school graduation - there was nothing that you did that katsuki wasnt there to cheer you on for.
so, watching the first friend you ever had die on the rain-soaked battlefield ripped your heart into shreds. the image of his blood staining the ground had seared itself into your memory, and your entire body froze. he was gone. your katsuki, a boy with his own hopes and dreams, had slipped away from you forever. he was gone, and he wasnt coming back.
until, watching a hero give his life for your katsuki, was just enough to bring him back. a hero, whom katsuki aspired to be like, recognised the world's need for katsuki bakugo, and gave everything to give katsuki another chance.
and best believe, once that war was over, katsuki had never sprinted towards you like he had done that day. snatching you up into his arms, not caring about his injuries, he held you the closest he had ever done to his chest, and practically begged you.
"please let me marry you."
asking bf! katsuki what he feels about prenups makes you fall in love with him all over again.
you were lounging on the couch, legs draped across katsuki’s lap as the tv played some random show neither of you were really watching. his hand rested on your thigh, thumb tracing absentminded circles while you scrolled through your phone.
the thought hit you out of nowhere, and before you could second-guess yourself, you blurted it out.
"hey, what do you think about prenups?"
katsuki froze mid-circle. his eyes shifted from the tv to you, brow furrowing. "the fuck?"
"a prenup," you repeated, sitting up slightly. "y’know, legal agreements before marriage, just in case things go south. if we get married."
"when we get married," he corrected automatically. his brows drew together. "why the hell are you askin’ me about prenups?"
you shrugged, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "i dunno. i was just curious. a lot of people get them."
katsuki scoffed, sitting up straighter. "yeah, greedy assholes who don't trust each other."
"not always," you countered. "sometimes it's just making sure both people feel secure. it doesn't mean you don't trust each other. to protect assets, just in case—"
katsuki scoffed, cutting you off. "just in case? you plannin’ on leaving me or somethin’?"
your eyes widened. "what? no! i'm just saying—"
he made a face, the kind he always did when he thought something was bullshit.
"tch. i don't need some dumbass piece of paper to tell me what's yours or mine."
"'sides..." he shifted, his hand sliding from your thigh to your chin, tilting your face toward his. "everything i got's yours anyway."
your heart skipped a beat. "everything?"
"yeah. the apartment, the money, the dumb shit i spend on workout gear. all yours. even me," his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. "especially me."
you swallowed hard, warmth flooding your chest. "that’s... really sweet."
his lips twitched into a smirk. "yeah? so does that mean i get all your shit too? ain’t that how it works?"
you grinned. "sure. you can have my stuffed toy collection and my 2 digit savings account."
"fuck yeah," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "knew you were a catch."
you laughed, swatting his chest. he caught your wrist easily, kissing each and every knuckle. his face softened as he looked at you, calloused hand cradling the back of your head.
"don’t need a prenup, pretty," he said, quieter this time. "what we got... it ain't temporary. i'm all in. always."
your heart melted on the spot. "yeah?"
"yeah," he leaned in closer, his nose brushing yours. "if things do go south, we talk. ‘cause i’d rather die than let you go."
your heart stuttered in your chest. you were expecting some casual discussion, maybe even some banter, but instead, you got this—your boyfriend looking at you like he’d burn the world down before letting anyone take you away from him.
"...so, no prenup?" you squeaked.
katsuki huffed, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. "no fucking prenup."
"now quit talkin' about stupid legal shit and kiss me."
‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ ‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧
⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ hii! inspired by @gojosprettyprincess 's post about opinions on prenups and thought this up >< i PROMISE i will do some requests before i get to the twitter porn links with katsuki^^ hope you guys enjoy!!
˗ˏˋ Warnings / Tags ˎˊ˗ ╰┈➤ established relationship, Cussing, definatly ooc, petnames, grammar/spelling mistakes, gender/skin!Neutral, not proof read !!
꒰⋮ Wc ⋮꒱ 717 ~ !!
˗ˏˋ Author's note ˎˊ˗ ╰┈➤ Oh how i love soft bakugo scenarios...
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Tired? No, that would be an understatement. You were exaughsted. But so was he, and you knew that, he knew that, yet here he was; taking care of you through his own exhaustion. Despite his annoying demeanor at the whole situation, you knew better than to believe that. It had been a real overworked day at training, and as the stubborn man he was; katsuki refused to take a break through it all despite his peers and teachers telling him to. His body ached in soreness from the long day, the short 5-minute walk back to the dorms feeling like hell due to the pain in every movement. It wasn’t often that you saw him this overworked, sure he would exert himself every day to be the ‘best’ but to this extent? Never. It felt almost pathetic to call yourself tired when compared to him. But still, there he was. Making you tea, fetching you water, making sure you didnt have to move a muscle. “Kats? You really don't have to do all this y’know. I should be the one helping you out” His brows furrowed at your statement. Did you really think he’d let you do that? Hell no. “Eh? I’m fine, you’re the one who’s all tired” Sigh. Arguing back was pointless. He was just gonna do what he wanted anyway. The only thing you could do was use his generosity against him. “Can you come here for a moment? I’d like to lay down with you…” A dramatic scoff and eyeroll was all you got from him, but still; he made his way towards you ‘begrudgingly’ He sat on the edge of the bed, gently moving you without even asking to make more space for him. Settling down on his side, without a word pulling you into his broad chest. “Can’t believe your making me do this…” A lie. He secretly enjoyed the quiet moments of touch between the two of you, arms wrapped around your frame, one hand gently stroking your back in a repeating up and down motion. There wasn’t a thing about it he disliked. But the best part? Being able to lay his head on yours, inhaling the scent of your shampoo that for some reason, always seemed to ease the slight angry nerves in him. a deep exhale. In that beginning few seconds of embrace, he already felt all his tensed muscles and joints relax, it was almost like nothing else in the world existed. Just you two, just that room. The stress and overthinking of upcoming training or projects seemed to melt away. The warm heat of his arms around your making it feel as if your previous fatigue amplyifyed by ten. Every minute feelings longer than ever, every second your eyelids grew heavy until you were unable to keep them open any longer. The cherry on top? The faint sound of his heartbeat. Slow and steady, acting as a sort of white noise to the moment except only you could hear it. And as expected; you were out like a light. But he wasn’t, he felt like a moth compelled towards that light, wanting to feel closer, more loved, more…in love. It wasn’t like him to feel like this, he would’t be caught dead with someone knowing he felt like this. Especially not about you; he was already teased enough about your relationship despite his best effort to keep that part of his life underwraps. His hand paused on the movement on your back. Instead traveling up to the back collar of his hoodie that you ‘stole’ from him. Fingertips grazing along the cotton fabric, occasionally brushing against the back of your neck. And oh? He could’t help but notice the fact you were also wearing his shirt underneath said hoodie. He should be annoyed at the fact half his wardrobe was in your dorm but he wasnt, infact; he was quite fond of it. “Always taking my stuff then complaining when any of yours goes missing…i always loved that about you” Once again, he wouldn’t be caught dead saying something like that, and honestly; he could’t believe he even said it in the first place, but it just came out so naturally. Oh how he adored you, of course he’d never say it. And yet…you knew.
⋆˚࿔ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ + ᴘᴅᴀ. ✩˚⋆
✧ hellooo!! the unexpected support on my first lil drabble made me want to write another one!<3 This one’s just a little longer though
✧ fluffy fluff, suki loooves youu, gn reader
During the early stages of yours and Katsuki’s relationship, when it came to being publicly affectionate, furthest he would go would be hand holding.
You didn’t mind however. His hands were always comfortingly warm, and despite his explosive, even deadly quirk, would always hold yours firmly, yet ever so gently. Such a simple gesture, though it always brought a feeling of safety.
Besides, Katsuki didn’t seem like the type to go past handholding beyond closed doors to begin with. You knew what you were getting into, and you were completely content with just that. You simply took it as a silently set boundary of his, and you didn’t want to force your boyfriend out of his comfort zone.
Which, you realised overtime, even if you wanted to, you didn’t have to.
It was like he was exploring his own boundaries, pushing his own buttons. The more steps he took out of border, the further his hands wandered.
They went from your own, snaking their way to your shoulders, waist, anywhere on your back. The fleeting touches eventually leading to sweet, careless hugs and kisses. Becoming second nature to him.
Walking down a street? You’re not walking unless you’ve got a hand around his bicep, your head on his shoulder.
In a crowd? His arm is not leaving your waist.
Waiting in line? Your impatient grump of a boyfriend is hugging you from behind, leaning his head on your shoulder as he grumbles complaints into it.
You think about it every once in a while. How he went from having the tips of his ears burning at your hand nestling in his, to having his arms shamelessly around you at all times. You don’t know what is it that gave him the push, just happy it’s you he feels comfortable with to such extent.
All the while, Katsuki wishes he could put it into words for you.
Falling for you, then falling in love with you has taught him a lot. The kind of love you showed him has helped him realise things, look at them from a different perspective. It made him yearn for and want everything he never thought he would. Being publicly affectionate a small, nonetheless great example of that.
Katsuki used to think there was no need for not just you and him, but anyone to be all lovey-dovey in public. He used to think it was completely unnecessary, obnoxious even. That is, until the small sense of longing surfaced from the depths of his heart.
Katsuki thinks it grew stronger the deeper he fell. It wasn’t long before he’d decided to act on it, languidly at least.
It was weird, kind of a newfound feeling for him. He quickly pinpointed it to, pretty much, wanting to show your guys’ love off. He wants to show off how good he is to you and how happy you are with him. To the whole world, preferably, because he loves you that much and more.
In Katsuki’s head, he notably matured for this. Something he did next to, and thanks to you. But he guesses that’s just part of being in love.
synopsis : katsuki tries to surprise you...but he's taking too damn long !!
an. merry christmas(if you celebrate) n happy holidays yall !! i love my boyfriend as usual,,btw have yall seen that new hori art ??? dreamy sigh my man so stupid..
cw. itty bitty manga spoilers, but otherwise nun !!
when katsuki manages to hold a pencil again and write with his right hand, it looks absolutely horrendous.
switching from writing with their left hand then back to the right one would've been disorienting for most, and it probably was for him, but he didn't show it much aside from the occasional grumble and scoff at his trembling grip. nothing ever holds him back after all.
you sigh "can i—"
"no. don't look yet." katsuki has his back turned to you, sending you a sharp glare. hunched over his little piece of paper like how he'd hide his page from kaminari's peeking eyes during an exam, always so dramatic. he turns around with a huff and you snort with a roll of your eyes.
you had come over to his room after he’d told you to, mumbling out a quick “come over.” over the phone and hanging up before you could say a word.
and so here you were. waiting.
“katsukiiiiiiii—”
“shut up,” your boyfriend grunts, his scribbling sounds harsher, in a bit more of a rush. “so damn impatient..”
“but i wanna see what you wrote !” you kick your legs up in the air, pouting at his back sitting in his office chair. “i’ve been waiting for decades to see you write with that arm again.”
katsuki scoffs out a snarky laugh “yeah, well how do you think i feel ?” you groan, whining at his dark joke, he laughs again. “just stay put. ‘m..almost done.” he trails off, focusing back on his surprisingly long task.
you do know that despite being able to use his arm again, it had gone slow—surely, but really slowly. then again, he originally wouldn’t have been able to use that arm at all, so you’ll honestly take anything.
but the excitement is getting to you, and you really wanna see what he wrote ! so slowly, surely, you quietly try to sneak the short distance to his desk to peek behind his shoulder. however, your boyfriend has some crazy spider senses.
he sighs “if i turn around and you’re not sittin’ your ass on the bed i’ll—HEY !”
busted. katsuki catches you mid creep, so close to seeing his paper until he swiftly turns in his chair. he reaches out with his left hand, reflexively, and grabs a hold of your arm.
“you can’t ever just—do what you’re fuckin’ told ! knew you were being too damn quiet ! ” he complains between gritted teeth, trying to wrestle you away from him.
“i just—wanna see !” you shriek. when he suddenly remembers he can use his right hand again, and it almost feels nostalgic the way he jams it in your side to tickle you, dropping his pencil in the process. you think you hear it rolling on the floor, but your own noises of surprise overpowered the sound. he’d really gotten better at using that arm again, you could cry if your boyfriend wasn’t actively trying to shove his entire hand inside your ribs and push you away.
during the light scuffle, his hurried movements magically make the paper fly away with a harsh whip of his arm and a gust of wind, you thank every god when you notice it, just a second before he does. you’re half sure the world slowed down as you slide down to the floor and clutch the piece of paper in your grasp like the fate of the world depended on it.
the little piece of paper makes your heart jump, with its crumpled up edges and wonky writing and all.
I love you
both the o’s are too long, his u trails off towards the end and the e looks like he'd written it with the pencil in his mouth. it looks nothing like his usual handwriting.
but it was him, unmistakably, undeniably him and all of him and all of his efforts. all his efforts coming down to this. being able to write i love you and to show you.
your heart does more than jump, it restarts in your chest.
harshly, your flipped over by katsuki. he’s red all the way down to his neck and his eyebrows twitch angrily. but his hands, both his hands are gripping your cheeks hard and pulling at them and you can’t help but laugh.
“little shit. can never jus’ lemme be romantic..” he pouts, pouts like the adorable tryharding asshat he is, and you’re so so happy. your cheeks hurt cus he's tugging at them but his right thumb is digging into your cheek. you can feel the little callous on his middle finger because he holds his pencil with too much pressure on it.
“you’re so adorable.” it tumbles out between a watery laugh before you can stop it, katsuki’s jaw ticks and he gets even redder if that was even possible—he uses his right hand to squish your nose shut mid breath so your ears pop.
“shut it, shut up. ya ruined everything.” ducking down, his teeth make contact with your cheek and your chin knocks against his when you jump with a little scream. "i literally just finished. was just about to hand it to you, but noooo—everythin' has to go your way.." he angrily mumbles into your neck.
you press a kiss to his nape and he stiffens "i'm sorry for ruining your perfect surprise." he scoffs, biting at your shoulder. "i'm really happy though, it was unfortunately very worth it."
"you're a fuckin' fiend." he spits out, and you really can't help but laugh "love you too." you snort out, and his hands, both of them squeeze your sides hard, your cheeks hurt and you can't help but laugh.
I need this story tattoed In my face
completed! k.bakugou smau. m.list.
✶ fem!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au. ✶
when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?
prologue!
✶ part 1.
✶ part 2.
✶ part 3.
✶ part 4.
✶ part 5.
✶ part 6.
✶ part 7.
✶ part 8.
✶ part 9.
✶ part 10.
✶ part 11.
✶ part 12.
✶ part 13.
✶ part 14.
✶ part 15.
✶ part 16.
✶ part 17.
epilogue!
thank you for reading!
teehee, shopping with bf! katsuki for the first time is a whole new experience.
you dragged him to the mall under the pretense of just browsing. katsuki grumbles, complains the whole car ride, mutters something about how he'd rather "eat glass" than spend a weekend in a fluorescent-lit hellscape.
but the second you tug on his wrist and smile up at him, he shuts up and follows. what you don’t expect?
how much of a problem he becomes the second you enter the fitting room.
you're barely five minutes into trying on outfits when it starts. you step out, smoothing down a dress, turning side to side in the mirror.
you barely manage a “what do you think?” before he drops the phone he wasn’t even looking at and sits up straighter.
“turn around.”
you blink. “huh?”
“lemme see the back.”
you do. he whistles low, then squints. “try that in the other color.”
you raise a brow. “oh, so now you care?”
“tch. i care when it looks like that on you.”
from then on, it’s over. every. single. outfit. he's like that.
“yeah, do a little spin.”
“too tight in the chest. not that i’m complaining.”
“damn, sweets. you tryna kill me or sumthin'?”
he lounges on the little bench like he owns the place—legs spread, arms crossed, eyes locked on you like you’re center stage and he’s the only judge that matters. the store’s mirror might show you the front, but he’s giving full commentary on the back. and the sides. and the neckline.
he’s unreasonably hot while doing it too. hood half-up, jaw sharp, legs spread like he’s got thoughts about every skirt you shimmy into.
and the worst part? you start playing it up.
slipping out of the fitting room with a little strut. spinning slow just to watch his jaw tighten. running your hands down your sides, real innocent, then pretending not to notice the way he swears under his breath.
“you’re lucky we’re in public,” he grits when you try on a slinky little number that hugs way too close.
you blink. “so you like it?”
he growls. “i like it on the floor of our bedroom.”
you nearly explode.
one outfit later, you try something on that you already know is ridiculous—fluffy, sparkly, way too over-the-top—but you step out just to mess with him.
you expect him to laugh. maybe tease. instead?
he blinks once. then shrugs. “buy it.”
you pause. “wait… really?”
he smirks. “you look happy in it. that’s all i care about.”
by the time you're done, you're practically floating out of the store—arms light, mood lighter, cheeks a little sore from how much you've been grinning.
katsuki?
katsuki is not floating. katsuki is lugging six bags in one hand, two on the other, and somehow managing to balance the weirdly long one that holds the dress bag across his broad shoulders like a damn pack mule.
and the whole time? he looks pissed. jaw tight, bags slapping against his thighs as he stomps beside you.
you peek over at him, smiling sweetly. “you’re the one who said to buy everything, suki.”
“tch. only ‘cause you looked hot in it, dumbass.”
you giggle. “so it’s your fault?”
he stops walking. and glares. hard.
“i swear to god, if you say that again, i’m droppin’ all these bags and draggin’ you into the back of that h&m.”
you blink innocently. “so romantic.”
“try me, sweetheart.”
despite all his complaining, he doesn’t put a single bag down. not when you stop for a smoothie. not when you see a cute little accessory stand. not even when you wander over to look at shoes you’re not even planning on buying.
he just stands there, one foot tapping, arms full of pink and glitter and tissue paper, looking like a man who’s fought gods and monsters and still wasn’t prepared for the chaos that is dating you.
at one point, you lean up on tiptoe and kiss his cheek.
“thanks for carrying everything,” you murmur.
he huffs. “yeah, yeah.”
you kiss him again, this time slower, lingering by the edge of his jaw. “you’re the best boyfriend ever.”
and that does get a response. his ears go a little red. his mouth twitches like he wants to smile but is physically restraining it.
“hmph. i better be,” he mutters, looking away like a child, shifting all the bags in one hand just so he can wrap the other arm around your shoulders.
still grumbling.
still red.
still the best, grumpiest mall boyfriend in existence.
‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ ‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧
⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ bc i love procrastinating and dont write the shit i should write lmao💜 hope you guys enjoyed!!
BETTER THAN A BLANKET!
katsuki bakugou x f ! reader ᯓ★ 1.04k words. fluff / established relationship / not proofread / maybe ooc but you know… it’s a sleepy bakugou
katsuki has this habit of moving you on top of him. it’s a very pure, almost natural, but mindless action that just happens when you’re together.
it happens more frequently on a lazy, late afternoon during his off days. when the sun’s about to set and the both of you are enjoying each other’s company. laying down side by side, comfortable in each other’s silence.
the errands for the day were done and instead of going on a date outside, you opted to just get back home quickly—he definitely had no complaints at all, in fact, he was happy to stay at home with you, especially since he was barely even at home because of the several missions and emergencies he was dispatched to. to him, a big flaw of being a hero is being away from their lover for long periods of time—but it’s always more important that the world you helped widen for him is safer for you.
when you got home, you watched a few movies with him. laughing about the cheesy romcoms that’s number one on the streaming site. throwing popcorn when he mocks a cringy line. “well shit, he was really fucking stupid for that. can’t be me.” was your favorite comment from him, making a mental note in your head that he really hates slow-burn romance. definitely hates cheating routes too, thinking the whole film is a waste of time.
sooner or later, the two of you end up getting a little drowsy, wanting to take that power nap that the two of you deserved after the hell you guys went through this week. both of you are just waiting for sleep to hit and drift off in each other’s arms.
this moment you have with him is always special, never failing to tug on your heartstrings, especially since the golden shine of the sun passes through the thin curtains of your lovely home, landing perfectly on his pretty face that’s trying to blink and stay awake all because he always preferred you falling asleep first. half lidded eyes that still shined prettily accompanied by the warm rays.
when katsuki gets extra groggy and sluggish, he pulls you over on top him all too suddenly. tugging at your arm, looking at you like a puppy wanting treats. his mouth’s in a straight line yet his eyes already is saying a lot, it is one of the most expressive parts of him if he chooses not to speak.
and you let him, moving on top of him while he maneuvered you to however he liked, landing on him with a soft thud. you scoot a little bit to be more comfortable. nuzzling your face against his neck when you’re already put in place, “he smells so nice,” you think. he wraps his arms around you in such a tender embrace—you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. also spreading his legs apart so yours could stay on the mattress in case your legs get numb later on, he’s so considerate.
your arms under his while you softly cling to the sleeves of his shirt. you’re both chest to chest, almost feeling each other’s heartbeats. he loved doing this so much because you being his very own personal blanket would always bring him comfort. you’re always just so full of warmth and he always wants to feel it from head to toe—this is just the best position to have it possible.
you’ll talk for a bit, saying how you missed him all week and he grins at you. “yeah? your boyfriend left you all alone huh? what a dumbass.” and then you’ll tell him some stories about what you did at work, chatting about how the coffee machine keeps breaking cause an intern hasn’t learned to use it properly. he’d give you replies in small phrases, happily listening to your voice while fighting the drowsiness that’s kicking in. chuckles whenever your pitch gets higher from your rants. then you’d go back to telling him how you saw him at the news the other day, how you always worried a lot, which always made him a little sad but it couldn’t be helped.
but you’re pouting at him so cutely he ends up smiling. “i’m here now aren’t i?” he asks in a way that reassures you. “mhm, safe and sound.” you say, nudging your cheek against his.
you really wished time could slow down, even for just a bit, just to have katsuki all to yourself for a little while longer.
eventually your chat with him turns to a slower pace, your voice gradually getting softer and softer, and words more disconnected as your mind gets hazy with sleep.
he mumbles a small, “sleepy?” and you snuggle deeper onto him, which immediately translates to his head as a ‘yes.’ he doesn’t ‘bother’ you anymore with any other words or further conversation. instead, he kisses the top of your head while he waits for you to drift off before him. and he repeatedly tells you how much he loved you, at least in his head he did.
you’re closing your eyes while he rubs your back, soothing you into that dreamscape while you hope to see him right there next to you just like you are now.
when you wake up you’re in the same place you were in, except the extra warmth on your back with your puffy comforter that katsuki somehow placed on without waking you.
you figured it’s time to start preparing dinner from how dark the room is. yet, with the way he looked so cute sleeping so soundly under the cool hue of the moonlight you think it’s probably fine to sleep for a few more minutes.
and you kiss him just for a little while before you lay back down. not knowing he was awake a few minutes after you did and hoped you wouldn’t notice the blush that’s creeping up his cheeks. “that was dangerous,” he thought to himself. maybe it was cause he was still high off from his dream but whenever you make his heart skip a beat this much it makes him want to ask you to be his girlfriend again (i think this definitely calls for a ring katsuki!)
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when katsuki’s copying your snaps so you pull a move
you sat, scattered across your bedroom with your friends. you decided you should all have a sleepover because you hadn’t hung out as a group in a while. as you all continued to giggle and watch a show on your television screen, your phone lit up.
a notification from katsuki, who you were sending photos of yourself to every couple of minutes. of course, he copied them with ease and without a care in the world.
but suddenly, your eyes widened, and you grinned like the cheshire cat. you had an amazing idea. you held the camera not too far away, and flexed your arm, showing your muscle. you giggled, would katsuki really fall for the trick and send you the same pose back?
less than a minute later, he opened the photo, but tsuyu sat next to you and leaned against her arms behind her. she asked, “are you feeling okay? you don’t appear to be interacting with the group as much.”
you nodded, “i’m okay, i’m just trying to get my boyfriend to do something,” then smiled at her clueless face. she was adorable.
you gained another notification from katsuki, so you clicked it and opened the photo.
jesus christ. his muscles were huge.
his shirt was off, and his bicep had a scar on it, he was looking into the camera with a glint in his red eyes and a smirk on his face. you blushed, and your lips stretched into a smile. you saved the photo to your camera roll, and he immediately texted you a message.
‘glad you think i look that good’
you rolled your eyes and smiled, and suddenly you heard a knock on your dorm door. the room went silent, and mina picked up the remote control and paused the show you were watching. everyone looked at each other, then at you. after a couple of seconds, there was another knock at the door and a sigh. you stood up and timidly walked over to the door, then opened it.
katsuki stood there in a black tank top with a white skull in the middle and sweatpants. his muscles still stood out even in his top and pants, and he smirked down at you, then raised his eyebrows.
you looked back at the quiet room and smiled, “don’t worry guys, it’s just katsuki!”
“y/n, he probably came here to be with you. you can let him in, you don’t have to ask us.” you smiled at jiro’s words, then you squealed and jumped.
your boyfriend didn’t say many words, but you latched onto his bicep and tugged him into your room. he locked the bedroom door then you pushed him onto the bed to watch the show with the girls. you sat crisscrossed with him and switched positions frequently until you were comfortable.
once he laid down on your bed, you immediately followed after him and slung your leg and arm over his body. he groaned and gently pushed your head away when you tried to nuzzle into him, but you whined.
he grinned, knowing he was just trying to irritate you. he then placed his large hand on the back of your head and pulled it back closer to his body, and once everyone was looking away, he kissed your hair.
katsuki would never admit it, but he just wanted to lie down with you. didn’t care much to talk or show you anything, but wanted to be in your presence. you would always be the one to bring his mood up.
words weren’t needed to express his love for you, and vice versa.
but a couple of minutes later, the two of you were passed out, snuggled together in your bed. ochaco stood up from the bean bag and leaned over.
she whispered, “aww, look at those two! they’re adorable, i’ve never seen bakugo like this!” she placed her hands together and spinned.
but mina had a different idea.
“yeah, they’re cute, but eijiro can use this as blackmail, and so can i,” she joked. she took her phone out and made sure the flash was off, before smiling with malicious intent and looking at all the girls. they giggled, and she finally took the photo.
she sent it to eijiro, who texted back, ‘i always knew he was down bad for her’
hope u guys liked this one! tysm for so many likes on my first katsuki post
✮ content. fantasy au. reader is known as the "Tundran Thief." slight predator/prey vibes. reader is "captured" by bakugo. bakugo is an esteemed hunter + semi-royalty.
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This might be the stupidest thing you've ever done.
His challenge to hunt you sends a chill down your spine, the adrenaline rush fueling your sudden burst of energy, bolting for the trees to the north. He growls watching you run — a devilish smirk tugging on his lips as he gives you a head start. It’s not long until the familiar hefty crunching of snow under his feet echoes through the trees around you, louder than your own footsteps as you’re desperate to escape. He wasn’t kidding, he’s fast.
And then…silence.
It stops you in your tracks, your first mistake. You should’ve known better than to stop running. A large hand grasps your shoulder in the blink of an eye, easily throwing you onto your back into the snow with a softened thud. It knocks the air from your lungs, your eyes wide as he loomed above you. He slams the blade of his sword into the ground right next to your cheek, a mercy and a warning.
“I said you wouldn’t get away, little rabbit.” He finally gets a closer look at you, hating how his stomach churns at the sight of your flushed face. He quickly disguises the feeling with a crooked grin, flashing his canines at you. “Pretty little thing, ain’t ya?"
“Just kill me already,” you quip breathlessly with an eye roll. You're in no room to protest, and yet, your sassy attitude persists.
He snarls at your insistence as he stands back to his full height, removing his sword from the ground and returning it to its sheath. “Nah, need ya alive. Yer comin’ with me.”
Gods dammit.
Before you can fight back, he’s got your hands and feet bound with your body thrown over his shoulder like a hunted animal. Usually you’d find yourself kicking and screaming, refusing to be anyone’s captor, but you didn’t have a choice this time. This man is twice your size and fully armed. What the hells could you have done?
“You gonna turn me in?” You mutter sometime later, grumbling in defeat while bouncing on his shoulder. “Bet you’d get a hell of a reward.”
He pinches your thigh roughly, eliciting a squeak of surprise from your lips. “Ow! The hell?!”
“Shut it, princess,” he growls back. “Not turnin’ you in.”
“Why not?” You dare to ask. “You know—”
“I know who you are,” he interrupts and pinches your thigh again. “Takin’ you home. Don’t make a scene an’ keep yer head down.”
He tosses his fur pelt over your body, hiding you from plain sight. Unless up close, no one would be able to tell who — or what — you are. It's not long until the sound of busy streets and commotion fill your ears. Are you at a guard post? Was there even one nearby?
“Prince Bakugo!” A man greets. “Welcome back. I see the hunt was a success.”
Bakugo? Where have you heard that name before? And then it hits you — Bakugo, as in the family of prestigious hunters, the warrior tribe of the East. Your captor is the gods damn prince of the most dangerous village on the continent.
"Mm," Bakugo grunts back in acknowledgement. "Sure was."
from this req !! fem ! reader , mentions of periods
there was only one thing in the world that bakugo katsuki truly loved. and it wasnt his favourite spicy food, or going on a hike in the early morning. katsuki wasnt that shallow that he would value something so temporary over the most important thing in his life.
it was fairly simple, really. what katsuki loved more than anything was his girlfriend. of course, he would never admit it to anyone, and especially never to you. katsuki would rather rip his teeth out than admit how much he loved everything about you.
but whenever katsuki would look over at you during any moment of the day, he couldnt help the tight squeeze in his chest, and his hands would get all sweaty. during the first couple weeks of your newfound relationship, katsuki would stumble over his words, and was always too nervous to hold your hand — he always immediately defended himself by claiming that he 'didnt wanna hold your stupid hand.'
as your relationship progressed, katsuki became much more relaxed and comfortable around you, and it had gotten to the point that even if you were in public or private, he needed to have at least one hand on your skin at all times. it didnt matter whether if it was a hand on your waist, around your shoulders, your fingers intertwined with one another... katsuki just had to be touching you in some way. he could be seen as overprotective, or just plain clingy, but you knew what was the actual reason for his need for physical touch. katsuki was not a verbally kind man — he couldnt compliment people, and his voice was always a few times louder than anyone else. of course, he still softened up around you, but katsuki felt as though his love was being concealed by his rough persona.
so, when youre laying on the sofa in the common area of the dorms, you can almost begin to predict when youll feel katsuki's palms cup your cheeks and squeeze them. katsuki had an odd obsession with your face, and he would usually either squeeze, bite or kiss all over it. the affection only got worse when katsuki was in a softer mood, or when you were looking slightly vulnerable — if you were tired, or on your period. he would hold your body so close to his own, not wanting to admit that his heart was going into overdrive from the uncontrollable amount of cuteness aggression he was feeling.
"i know i don' say it a lot, but i love ya. you better not go one day thinkin' that you aint loved, 'cause i swear, id do anythin' for you..." was what katsuki had whispered to you one night, as the two of you lay in his bed, with your body cuddled up to his and your head laying on his chest. you had just had one of the worst days ever, but thankfully, your boyfriend always knew how to cheer you up, in his own way. he would always be there to hold you close and squeeze your body to his — katsuki was clingy, but it made you love him so much more every single day, and you wouldnt ever stop.