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𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Most people tend to forget that his quirk is literally an explosion. He is like a bomb, if you want to make a clear comparison. This alone can help you conceptualize how dangerous he can be. 

Katsuki knows this better than anyone else. And he may act like he is brash and extremely careless when it comes to using his quirk… but lately, because of you he is realizing how scary he can be. He is dangerous. His hands can cause destruction. His hands can hurt you and that is the last thing he wants to happen. Sometimes it gets to him and he overthinks. Whenever he is around you, especially when he touches you, he worries. Sometimes it even haunts him before he lays down to sleep while holding you. What if I suddenly activate my quirk while I am hugging y/n? What if i have a bad dream and then when i wake up i see that i already hurt y/n? 

He grows restless sometimes, but him being Katsuki Bakugou, he hides it perfectly. And in days like this.. he thinks he may no longer have to hide anything anymore. In days like this, he understands even more why you are the perfect match for someone like him. You love him, and you will stay; no matter how dangerous of a man he can be.

Today he was tired, as usual. And to be frank, you were as well. It just so happened that you came home a little bit earlier than he did, so you had the time to whip something up so that he can eat something when he comes home. You were kind of irritated because you did not anticipate him to come home a few minutes after you had just put on your apron. “Dumbass. I will do the cooking instead! Your food tastes weird!” he always overreacts when you do something for him. Your food tastes okay, but he just doesn’t want you to do more work. But after a long day… Katsuki’s food sounds delightful. “Okay. I just thought I can cook something before you arrive.” 

After cooking, he served you the meal he made in the couch. You two never really eat in the dining table. You always use the little lap desk he bought and sit in the couch instead so you can be in front of the television while eating. It is much more comfier and better that way. 

You were feeling really drained already so you ate up all the food in a matter of minutes and he did as well. After that, you just plopped down his lap, finding a position where you feel the most comfortable. “Were you really that tired? hey, y/n, SLEEP IN THE BED.” it was too late. You were already asleep. 

Katsuki couldn’t do anything but to stare at you. He couldn’t believe it. You really fell asleep the moment you found your desired position. IN HIS LAP. On the couch, nonetheless. He paused for a moment to take in your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful. You were sleeping like a baby, with a little smile on your face, like this is where you belong.. like this is your safe place. 

That is when it hits him. Yes, his hands can be dangerous. His quirk can be scary. He possesses a power like non other. But as he caresses your face while you’re asleep, he realized how much trust you put in him. 

Because you know that you are the safest in the hands of the man who will burn the whole world to the ground for you. He can never hurt you, and the fact that he is so scared to do so is the proof that he never will.

In honor of me getting another tattoo tomorrow, I'm gonna divulge into tattoo artist!bakugou katsuki a little.

So if anyone has had a custom tattoo before then you'll know usually the artist will message you the night before with a sketch of your tattoo, to make sure everything is right and that you're happy with what they've designed based off of your request.

I'm imagining going through that process with Bakugou, he's not really a fan of social media—too much bullshit about how tattoos are shitty ideas or people try and mimic his work and always, always, fail. But still, he has to go through the motions of messaging you on Instagram to see if you're still coming in tomorrow & if you're happy with the sketch. He's barely sent the picture and message before he can see you're typing back, something he's deep down grateful for because that means he can get the fuck off his phone and back to his evening.

But he's stopping to read over your message, unaware of the heat spreading on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You're praising him, endlessly. You heart the message of his sketch, it's a rough thing with absolutely no detail in shading or extra detail around the edges that'll he does on the day. But you're absolutely gushing over it, he can feel your excitement and genuine happiness through his phone screen & he can't help but smile to himself.

you: Oh wow!! It's absolutely beautiful, you captured everything perfectly! I'm so excited to come in tomorrow! ❤️

His heart beats a little faster for some reason when he reads your message paired with the cute little selfie you have for your profile picture. He's never felt this way about clients, but there's something intoxicating in the absolute joy you radiate and he'd be lying if he didn't enjoy the praise you let spill from your lips without issue.

dynamight.tattoos: glad you like it sweetheart, see you tomorrow then?

He doesn't think twice about the pet name, likes your own message as he reads it for the fourth second time. You reply with yet again excitement, still in absolute awe that he was able to bring your dream to life in form of a tattoo, you tell him you will in fact be there tomorrow and he doesn't squash down the butterflies that erupt in his stomach, leaning back to grin as he unashamedly scrolls through your profile to see that gorgeous smile that's paired with the messages you had sent him.

He can't wait to see you tomorrow.

You’re laying on top of Bakugou as the night passes on. It’s late, too late, past his old man bedtime, but Bakugou stays with you. Holds you tight on top of him, warm hands caressing your sides, mouth pecking at your hairline whenever you laugh at whatever’s on tv. It’s a peaceful moment, domestic and soft, and he’s willing to silently admit that he never wants it to end. But of course, you disturb the silence.

“How come we’ve never talked about having kids? Or marriage?” You ask him, cheek smushed against his own as you both watch the colorful images flash by on tv. He arched a blond brow though, breath caught in his throat. How could you drop a bomb like that so casually? Talk about these kinds of things that have been known to cause arguments and force breakups within other’s relationships? He has to realize though, that you’re not others.

“What about it?” Bakugou grunts, softly pulling you away by your nape so that he can look at you. The colors from the screen paint your face pretty, your soft downturned smile, the cheekiness in your eyes, the way your pointer finger traces the hard contours of his face. He thinks that if you asked him to set the world aflame, he’d do it without question.

“Do you want marriage? Kids? Would you ever want to live a domestic life with me, Katsuki?” You whisper, cupping his cheek to bring him into a kiss. He hums against your lips, thinking, stealing a few more kisses before he answers.

“I’ve wanted marriage since the day I met you.” He replies honestly, fingers rubbing soothing circles into your hips. You snort though, smiling, as you briefly hide your face in his neck.

“God, you’re so fucking obsessed with me.” You snicker, chortling loudly though when he can’t help but run his fingers over your more ticklish areas. He relents when you concede though, and you pull back to look at him again.

“I’ve wanted kids since I could remember. Maybe I pictured a little girl with blond hair and red eyes once or twice, though.” You grin with a roll of your eyes and a shrug. Bakugou watches you though, thinks about the stereotypical picket white fence, the big rock on your finger, a couple brats and maybe even a pet running around your front yard. He realizes he likes the image, the domesticity of it, and nods to himself as he brings you in for another kiss.

“How about I get you both? A nice ring and our own little demon spawn. How’s that sound?” Bakugou asks against your lips, pulling back to watch you frown and bat softly at his chest.

“Katsuki, don’t call our unborn baby that!” You pout, letting him pull you back in for another sweet kiss.

“Whattt? With me as their father, I’m sure they’ll be little evil shits.”

“With you as their father, I’m sure they’ll be amazingly talented, beautiful, kind hearted children. The best we could ask for.” You interject, pecking him with every compliment before tacking on, “I also play a part in their best-ness, if that wasn’t clear.”

Katsuki laughs at that, full hearted and loud, his Adam’s apple bobbing from the booming sound. It warms you, as you laugh with him and rub softly at his chest. You both fall into silence as you stare at each other, smiling like two idiots, both unknowing about the ring that sits in his pockets and the baby that rests in your belly.

bakugou and you doing the slow head turn to eachother when someone says some dumbass or outta pocket shit. you both just like 😧… “they really say that??”

definitely almost canon very #lusuki LOL he’s also the type to find it so hard to hide how he feels on his face and when he has to, he looks constipated (caities on her old account describing bkg as that emoji lmao) (christmas with katsuki with his family or friends is entertainment in itself seeing his reactions to presents lol)

BUT especially when you both are across the table from each other, someone says something dumb and you both sneakily look each other completely baffled. so much said through both your eyes. a whole conversation. then katsuki goes on his phone and you feel a vibration in your pocket

katsuki: WTF??????

we make sexual tension and have a angry fuck make up moment obs

okay u decided !!! continued from this drabble

“no, repeat what you just said. you wanna what to me?”

and already you hate how you can’t keep the same energy before him. anyone else you would have been jabbing your finger in their face, curse word after curse word spilling from your lips.

but with katsuki, even when he’s the one that annoyed the fuck outta you, your previous words were lost on your tongue.

so you childishly huff, stomping your foot. cheeks puffy as imaginary cartoon steam blowing out your ears. “i said i’ll beat the fuck outta you bakugou.” and what you couldn’t cover in tone, you made sure to spit with his first name.

to your annoyance, the blonde laughs. his shoulders shaking as he bends down to your height. you’re still seething, but when the grip on your hand loosens you don’t move away. you try to stand your ground when he puts his face right before yours, “bakugou huh? i’d like to see you try to ‘beat the fuck’ outta me.” he mimics and you scrunch your nose at him.

then he smiles, all white teeth, sharp canines with his gold tooth at the back. you hate how gorgeous he is. “actually go on, pretty. beat me now.” and he even flutters his eyes shut, confident that you won’t hurt him. and it’s true, you can’t do shit to hurt the number two pro hero. your hardest punch wouldn’t even bruise but it’s not like you actually wanted to hurt him… well… sorta but not actually.

all you do is push limply at his forehead, his ruby eyes opening back up to narrowed ones, “you’re so annoying katsuki.”

you flicker your eyes to his plush bottom lip still stretched in a smug smile. “only to you baby. love annoyin’ you. cute lil whines, pretty face frownin’.”

then he stretches up to his full height, you having to look back up to him. his hands find purchase on your waist with confidence, knowing you’re not about to run now and you only rebel by crossing your arms across your chest.

he walks with you, forcing you to walk backwards and leaning on the fridge behind you. “y’know i didn’t mean to annoy you but you’re just so fun to annoy.”

then he pecks your cheeks, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, “that’s not cute, katsuki. it’s a pain in my ass.” you try to sound strong but his kisses are your weakness, his big nose nudging into your cheek.

“mhm. like being a pain in your ass sometimes,” and he presses you into the fridge, his hand landing on your lower back to thrust you into his front.

you can feel him on your lower stomach, standing tall and hard and ugh, you’re such a fool for him. katsuki pecks your lips. you don’t respond though. arms still crossed so he tries again, pressing against your lips harder.

“princess, kiss me or i won’t fuck you,” he smirks, knowing exactly how to work you into doing what he asks.

“how do you know i wanna fuck you after pissing me off?”

“because it’s your favourite way to fuck me,” he pushes a thigh between your legs, licking at the corner of your lips, “a little fight, a little hate. i know, you baby.”

you roll your eyes because he’s completely correct, loosening your arms to sneak under his top. you trail them up slowly to his pecs as if you’re in thought and katsuki thinks he’s got you in his palm, bending down to meet your head in a kiss when you tweak his nipple before your lips meet.

“shit,” he breathes closing his eyes but his grin still doesn’t falter, “baby stop playin’. stop fightin’ it.”

his hands slide to your hips, grinding you down on his thigh. your breathing hitches in your throat, head lifting further to meet his lips. “i’m not playing. you just need to be taught a lesson.”

“teach me then princess. i’ll do anythin’ you say.” he brushes his bottom lip against yours, moving your hips faster against himself.

“anything?”

“fuck yeah.”

“against the counter, face down.” you whisper, finally locking lips for a kiss. he doesn’t need to agree verbally, lifting you up during the kiss to place on the counter.

when you part, you can feel the burning passion in his eyes, his teeth grinding against each other like he wants to eat you up.

“and another thing.”

“what?”

“fuck me like you hate me.”

and katsuki smirks, giving you the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on his stupid face, “anythin’ for you.”

Just can’t stop thinking about sleepy y/n at katsuki’s friends house or a party

Literally just can’t help herself she’s just so sleepy so she’s basically dragging herself over to her boom boom boy that’s sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand occasionally bringing it up to take a sip while he listens to kirishima talk about patrolling.

He just looks so attractive and kissable and she’s now planting herself at his feet cuddling in to his leg leaving the girl group behind but of course that doesn’t last long cause she’s being scoped up and off the floor letting a little whine out but then she’s planted into his lap and she’s snuggling into his chest. He’s putting his drink aside just so he can squeeze her close

“Tired sweets?” he’s mumbling into her hair stroking her arms and running his hands through her hair. She can’t help but let out little moans, “mmhm” and she’s sighing into him relaxing completely. She can’t help but feel whole as she falls asleep in the arms of the one she loves most. “We’ll go home soon baby” he kisses into her hair ,his friends can’t help but coo at the sight of you asleep in your boyfriends strong beefy arms. They all catch up for a while and your asleep the whole time no one bothered, just safe and warm in the the number 2 pro’s arms.