Gorgeous

Gorgeous

Info: Fem Reader, Reader and Bakugo are Married, Nudity but not Sexual, Reader Nudity is Implied Not Sexual, Fluff, There's no Language (Shocking for a Bakugo fic lol)

She sat on his waste, thin sheet barely clinging to her bare shoulders. It was the only thing keeping out the cold but, it really wasn't doing the best job. It didn't matter, not when the man under her—the determined blazing sun—was so warm.

Her fingers danced on his skin, softly tracing each line on his lower abdominals and dipping into each indent on his toned stomach.

His abs clenched under the feather-like touches before easing, a content sigh slipping past his lips as he rolled his head back. ‟What are you doing?‟ he mumbled, attempting to hide behind an annoyed faced, one (Y/N) saw through.

She hummed, gently rubbing circles on his hands when he placed them on her waist. ‟Lookin'.‟

The ash-blond looked back down at her, sighing as she let go of his hands to continue tracing his stomach. ‟Lookn'?‟ he mimicked, pushing back the crooked smile begging to stretch on his face. ‟At what?‟

Katsuki watched her eyes, his own ruby ones softening at the look of awe in them—awe for him and his body, the body she was shamelessly exploring with both eyes and fingertips.

She hummed again, leaning forward as her hands traveled up his warm skin until they stayed in between in his pectorals—her favorite part. Bakugo's breath hitched when she slowly laying her palms flat on the center of his chest, moving them away from each other as she pressed her lips to his neck—right under his jaw. ‟My pretty hero,‟ she whispered against his skin.

His hands moved up her sides, thumbs teasing the bottom of her breasts as he moved them to her upper back, pressing her against him snugly. He relished in the way her soft skin pressed against his hard, battle scarred physic.

‟M'not pretty,‟ he mumbled, eyes flickering to her lips as a soft grin tugged at them.

The sheet that was covering her had fallen and was resting just bellow her back, leaving her skin at the mercy of the chill in the evening air. But her lover wouldn't leave her cold for too long, his warm hands sliding up and down her back—he chuckled when she curved against him, the vibration lighting her heart and making her truly warm and content.

‟You're right Suki,‟ her hushed voice responded, soft lips pressing against his briefly.

The ash-blond didn't let her pull away, biting her lip when she tried. A small giggle bubbled against her throat, earning a small chuckle from the large man under her. ‟You're gorgeous,‟ she whispered against his lips, pecking them before repeating her words. ‟So gorgeous, my gorgeous Katsuki.‟

And he believed her because how could he not.

He captured her lips once more, addicted to the fullness of his heart each time he did. Those lips belonged to an angel—a goddess—who could not lie. He longed for the honey dripping truths of her heart, coaxed them out of her with each roll of his tongue.

A goddess like her could only speak the truth so of course he believed her when she said he was gorgeous.

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That's Just How It Is

Notes : Bakugo Katsuki x Reader, Body Neutral, It's Really Inclusive Tbh, Fluffly Fluff as per usual

Could you imagine the size difference between yourself and pro hero Bakugo? Like, he would be such a large man. (Similar to Endeavor and All Might but still different. Probably a similar shape to Captain America but a bit bigger maybe.) And what's amazing is that it really doesn't matter what shape or size you are, you will still most likely be smaller than him in some way.

Could you imagine his large hands just holding your waste and swaying with you in the kitchen? Or having to tell him to stop grabbing your luscious thighs because you are trying to focus. Or imagine squealing when he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, hitting his shoulder and telling him to put you down cause you're heavy. Man will slap your butt (he loves the way it jiggles btw, that's just fact) and smirk at your squeak. ‟You ain't heavy at all baby.‟ ‟Really?‟ ‟Mhm, s'like holding cotton candy.‟ And if you're taller than him? He's still gonna treat you like that cause he really doesn't give a damn. He's looking up at you with a smirk and you hold up a warning finger, which does nothing—you know it will do nothing—and he will grab you and toss you over his shoulder, not without a slap to your butt ofc because I don't give a damn if you're skinny or dummy thick, this man will ALWAYS slap that. I don't make the rules, that's just how it is. If you're shorter than him (more than likely cause he's a giant man) than you better start praying cause he is always going to be grabbing you and he will not let you go. Course, if you like the unending touching and never getting anything done because he will not stop holding you, then you don't need to pray.

Lesson? It doesn't matter how heavy or how tall or thin or whatever you are, he will always pick you up like you weigh nothing and he will always have you sitting on his lap cause he loves how soft you are compared to him or how similar. Boom, that's just how it is.

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The Ideal Boyfriend

Bnha x Reader

*(Y/N) writing in a notebook*: What I look for in a man.

-Dependable

-Driven

-Passionate

-Strong

-Loud

-Easy to piss off

-Blond hair, red eyes (no exceptions)

-Handsome I guess

(Y/N) narrows her eyes at Bakugo before nodding and going back to her journal: Double Ds

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He so would, probably in a mocking way at first. Then he’d catch feels and it would stick. Yes. Yes, I like that quite a lot.

i love how we, collectively as a fandom agrees that bakugo would call his female s/o "princess"

Bakugo Katsuki Flirting

Bakugo: ‟You're like a sunset.‟

(Y/N): ‟Aww, really?‟

Bakugo: ‟Yeah. You're ugly as hell when I take a picture of you.‟

(Y/N): ‟...‟

Bakugo (Pink cheeked and pouty): ‟But you're pretty as hell in person... dumbass...‟

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All His Fault

Notes : Bakugo Katsuki x Fem Reader, Some Language, Mildly Graphic, Angst This Time, No Fluff Hehe

Bakugo Katsuki had been in pain before, it was in his job description, after all. The sting of blades digging into his skin.

The burn of flames licking his flesh.

Bakugo Katsuki had been in pain—he was used to it.

But not like this.

This felt like burning hand reaching into his flesh, blistering his skin and melting his bones. They forced themselves through his tough muscle, ripped away at his insides until they found his heart and squeezed—squeezed until he collapsed against shower walls and cried like a damned fool.

It hurt. Dammit it hurt—and Katsuki wasn't a pussy—he was Bakugo fucking Katsuki for shit's sake! But he would spend hours clutching at his chest, breathing heavily as those burning hands tore at his heart. It felt like the damned beater was failing—and it mines as well have been since the one person he let into his heart left.

No, she didn't leave. She didn't leave. He—Bakugo he... He pushed her away. His burning hands reached out and ripped out his own damned heart—he pushed her away.

Katsuki lost the one person he had ever let into his heart and it was all.

His.

Fault.

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