How You Deserve To Be Treated | Katsuki Bakugo X F!Reader

We have heard enough of bakugou being possessive. Let's talk about the reason behind it

In all reality, katsuki isn't possessive, he is scared, so so much scared that he feels helpless. What if you fall out of love with him? Like all those fucking extras? Katsuki is so scared that he would comfort you even when he's the one in pain, he doesn't want all this to end- doesn't want it to ever cease even if it's one heck of a dream.

It's not his possessiveness, it's you; it's your love that made him fall so so hard. The sight of you with someone else just makes him feral.

You are his only redemption; would you always stick with him? It drones his mind hours and hours on end.

What if?

Slumping against the kitchen counter, he just wishes to listen to your hushed, quite breaths as you sleep, he wishes...no, he needs to be the one holding you flat against his chest as you are asleep.

He claws at the stupid hero costume that clings to his body from all the sweat and blood; you don't know he is in pain, but if you did would you be there for him?

Sometimes he cannot help but think whether he imposed his life on you, his mind can't help but see all those flickering moments of the life you had before him; you were happy back then, but are you now?

You walk out of the bedroom without urgency, you hand mindlessly rubbing the soreness from the day. It was so late but the emptiness that Katsuki left behind didn't let you sleep.

'Katsuki?'

He winces, tries to look away from you. How could he not? You looked so much in pain, and it seemed like you had already traded half of his injury the moment your fingers smoothed out his hair, the shiver of your fingers doing something in him.

'Katsuki, are you hurt?'

He doesn't bother replying, doesn't bother bothering you. He relaxes against your shoulder, drinking on the feel of your skin against his.

'Missed you fuckin' so much.'

You hummed at him, slightly beckoning him to follow you to the bedroom. You told him repeatedly he was hurt, he was bleeding, but he didn't care.

And who was at fault? Your or his love?

Katsuki isn't possessive, he is just scared till the end of him. He has fallen so so hard, he can trade all the good he ever gained, just for you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Morning kisses and raspy voices with Bakugou Katsuki ( x reader fluff)

> posting some soft bakugou for the dash <3 my coffee was so sweet this morning and I was in desperate need of comfort after watching banana fish :(

No warnings! Gender-neutral Reader! tons of fluff :)

Stretching its warm rays, the sunlight tickles your skin, brushing you awake gently. It’s a rare moment of peace, one usually stripped away by a loud ringing alarm clock. Tranquility and warmth wash over your sleepy form, you nuzzle closer to the big chest next to you. A tender and heavy hand finds its way to the back of your head, gliding down to caress your upper back. The steady rise and fall of his broad chest, skin soft against your cheek, keeping you blissfully half asleep. Until the blonde under you yawns loudly, body shaking slightly as he stretches one big arm over his head. You giggle softly as he groans deeply, tiredly and clearly having needed that stretch. He sighs again, and you can feel his tense muscles relax again under you. His toned torso feeling softer than before, you smile against his chest as he pulls you closer to him again. Your fingers trail their way up his stomach, earning you a slight chuckle as you move them upwards, one hand tracing patterns on his chest now. Peacefully and sleepily, you flutter open your eyes, slowly shifting your head upwards to look at your tired lover.

Sunday morning was always your favorite, that one day of the week no one would wake him but you. No alarm clock, no distress call. You knew how much he needed his sleep, and now, finally fully rested, he was smiling happily back down at you. Drowsy, and slurring his words, his morning voice rings in your ears- “G’d mornin’ darlin’~” he grins softly, his features colored by honey sunlight. “Hmm~ morning 'Tsuki-” you nuzzle back into his chest, smiling to yourself as you blush. The warmth spreading across your cheeks catches his attention, he raises his voice again, knowing he was the cause of it. His voice more raspy than usual, and his tone tempting, “no need to be shy and hide away~”. Sending shivers down your spine, you blush as you look into his red eyes. The crimson hues amplified by the morning sun in his face. He presses a lazy kiss onto your lips, lingering for a bit longer before he gives you a head pat, signaling you to lay back down again.

With fresh kissed lips and a fluttering in your stomach, you rest your head on his chest again. No matter how much you wake up next to him, he always finds a way to take your breath away. It was impossible not to fall in love with him all over again, with every smile or glance your way he sends your heart racing. Even half-asleep, his touch is comforting and tender, and you can feel the raw affection in his gaze. His sun-kissed features comforting and inviting, you lean back up to kiss him again.

Giggling, the two of you roll around in your sheets lazily, pressing more and more kisses to each other's lips as the sun continues to rise high into the sky. Lost in your moment, you quickly forget about the rest of the world in the arms of your lover. Safe and at peace, the air filled with love and affection. The kind of unconditional and unwavering love you’ve been looking for in all the wrong places before you met him, the kind that makes your soul smile.

your relationship with bakugo in photos I found on Pinterest

and they were roommates… pt.1???

bakugo x reader

part 2 here

bi/pan bakugo who prefers boys 🤝 bi/pan y/n who prefers girls… they are dating.

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everyone is strange, and being passionate is attractive. don’t be afraid to be who you are and enjoy life the way you want to

Eyeliner and glitter lipstick - Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

It was a hero costume evaluation day at UA. These had gotten common as graduation date came closer, and so had PR training sessions, both of which which required hero students to be all decked up in their hero suit.

For you, that meant merely pulling a zipper up, tying up your hair and putting on some annoying shoes.

For katsuki, however, it meant putting on grenades, the armour vest, knee pads, and your favourite part...

Eyeliner.

Ever since Aizawa had required that their official hero costumes be one and the same to the pictures in their files, katsuki had kind of been regretting wearing eyeliner to the shoot.

Of course, that feeling only lasted until you and your annoying ass came along, and he slowly started loving it.

Maybe it was how you always sat face to face with him, both your legs on either of his sides, and your tongue poked out a little bit as you pulled out his eyeliner and put it on his lids.

Maybe it was how you always have him a little peck on the cheek before you got up, never minding how he batted you away.

Sorry, mildly batted you away.

But today, as you went about the routine, he saw your lipstick on the table next to you both.

It was something you very rarely used, and the colour itself was rather light, although it complimented your skin beautifully.

He always loved getting eyeliner put on when you were around.

He decided it was about time he return the favour.

As you finished up with his eyeliner, and put the cap on the lid, he had picked up said lipstick, and started putting it on your partially parted lips, and tried not to think of the glitter of the lipstick glistening in the dorm light, and how your questioning eyes were intently fixed on him.

“Hey dumbass, thought you might like some lipstick.” He grunted out.

“I think that’s uneccesary, especially when I can just do this...” you replied, as you did the thing he least expected you to.

You moved closer to him, and eventually met his lips in a chaste kiss, and he could feel you smiling through it.

You pulled away, and looked at him lovingly.

He glared at you.

lovingly glared at you.

“I’ve got glitter on my lips now, moron!”

“Don’t think I haven’t seen your eyeshadow palette.”

And so, the dorm was filled with your teasing taunts and bakugou’s angry howls.

Teasing angry howls.

After all, he did love you.

But if he took it easy on you, you would most definitely be kicking his ass.

Lovingly kicking his ass.

445 Words

Sky Light Maple

A.n - Sorry I’ve been gone for so long! My laptop was actually crushed, and won’t be repaired anytime soon. Since I’m trying to get used to writing on a phone [salute to those who started out like this], you all probably won’t be getting very long content yet. I will still be posting short drabbles like this thought. That being said, I hope you enjoyed it!

Would you write a Bakugou Katsuki fluff where he unapologetically expresses his awe for his crush's skills in front of their whole class when Aiwaza asks them to guess who did best in some training?

I’m sorry for taking so long. I’ve been quite busy and didn’t have much time to write, but I hope you enjoy this drabble <3

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x genderneutral!reader

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bakugou’s insults

“Alright, class! Training is over, you all did a good job,” Eraserhead calls gruffly, gaining the attention of his students who are trying to catch their breaths after competing against each other for the past hours. Your shirt is drenched and sticks uncomfortably to your body, dirt clings to your skin and sweat glistens on your forehead as you whip your head around to listen to your teacher speak while your classmates slowly gather in front of him.

“I have been watching you very closely and while everyone has improved in both strength and skill, there was one student who exceeded you all,” he explains matter-of-factly, tired eyes moving to each of your friends exhausted faces to watch their reaction before he continues to speak. “What do you think? Who was the best today?”

Hushed whispers follow his question, assumptions thrown around as your classmates share their thoughts among themselves. 

“Izuku did well today,” Ochako muses beside you, one finger pensively tapping against her chin and your friends nod in agreement. A few feet away, the boy blushes at her statement, scarred hands coming up to scratch at the back of his neck as he begins to ramble and stumble over his own words in embarrassment. While that odd habit of his was rather strange at the beginning of the school year, your class has quickly grown accustomed to his nervous manners and learned to pay attention to your teacher without getting distracted.

Momo clears her throat and raises a hand, ever the perfect student, only speaking up once Mr. Aizawa gives her an approving nod. “I think Todoroki was the best today. His quirk is strong and his fighting abilities got better during our last training session, so it has to be—"

“Shut up!” A familiar voice growls behind you. Strong arms push your classmates aside to get to the front and then you find none other than Bakugou standing to your left, a snarl pulling at the corners of his mouth and annoyance darkening his glare. There’s a small cut on his cheek, a minor injury he got during the lesson and you fight the urge to sweep your thumb over his skin and wipe some of his dried blood. Instead, you step aside to give him more space before he snaps at you for being so close. “Stupid Deku wasn’t the best and neither was Icyhot.”

His eyes meet yours. For a second, you believe you catch the tips of his ears tinge red under your gaze, but his next words leave you too stunned to think about it any longer. “It was Y/N.”

Your friends are rendered speechless. Somehow, even Aizawa seems dumbfounded, staring blankly at his student, seemingly uncertain if he’s still awake or if he has fallen asleep during the lesson and started dreaming again.

“What?! Don’t look at me like that,” Bakugou barks after another moment of disbelieving silence, though his features soften ever so slightly when he glances at you. “C'mon! It's obvious, idiots. Since the sports festival, Y/N has been pushing their quirk to the max and trained harder than most of you to get stronger. Their combat techniques and tactics are impressive and they outsmarted me several times during our fight because I was—"

He hesitates. You can see the conflict behind his eyes, the reluctance to admit his mistakes and possibly deem himself weak in front of the entire class. Honestly, he's done more than you ever expected of him, so it's only fair if you help him out of this uncomfortable situation. Just as you open your mouth to come to his aid and turn the attention away from him, he gets a hold of himself.

"Because I was too focused on causing damage to win. I made some strategic mistakes which they used to their advantage and that helped them gain the upper hand," Katsuki finishes and looks away, making sure that no one detects the blush that creeps up his neck and flushes his cheeks. Then, as if his actions haven't already shocked you enough, he gives you a pat on the shoulder followed by a scoff. "It was a close call though. I'm not that stupid, dumbass."

"What the fuck was that?" Denki quips in a hushed voice. He snickers quietly and yelps when Jirou jabs her elbow between his ribs, but you couldn't have said it any better — it's unbelievable and downright absurd to hear Bakugou praise someone else, instead of talking about himself and claiming that he's the best. Yet, it happened and you don't know how to react.

"Right," Aizawa clears his throat, giving you no chance to think of a proper way to express your gratitude for Katsuki's compliments. Though it doesn't appear as if he wanted to hear a 'thanks' because the second your teacher ends the training lesson, still bewildered, he already speeds off to the locker room, wordlessly leaving you and your classmates behind.