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May I request some SFW and NSFW boyfriend and girlfriend headcanons with Ichigo?

Ofc you may <3

No joke I love ichigo sm he doesn't get nearly as much love as he should

If you want a male version, drop me a pm and I'll be happy to oblige :) or if you wanna remain anonymous, drop an ask and let me know exactly which post you're talking about :)

Warning: Some NSFW content, mentions of blood...

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Ichigo Boyfriend Scenarios, Fem!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

-Part 1

He meets your pets

The first time he had actually met one of your cats was before he even met you.

He had been walking down an alleyway to get home, unknowingly passing by your own house as he carried his schoolbag over his shoulder. In the silence of the isolated alley, he suddenly heard a 'mraow' coming from a nearby torbie cat, which was staring up at him from in front of the gate to your house, as if it was expecting something.

He was a little creeped out and to be honest, he was expecting it to start talking at him much like Yoroichi would. He looked around shiftily, a little unnerved as the harmless little creature stared dead into his soul.

The carrot-top was seconds away from just turning around and walking away until the cat mewled at him again, strolling closer to plop down on his feet and start purring and rolling around, making the boy sweatdrop.

"What do you want from me? I don't have food-..."

He just couldn't keep himself from crouching down the give the soft fur a few pets, watching with a ghost of a smile on his face as the cat headbutted his hand and blinked slowly at him.

So when the two of you had first gotten together and you had invited him over to hang out one day, he was surprised to see that you lived so close by. You had mentioned living only a few minutes away, but he didn't think you'd live on the same street. He had never seen you walking to school or anything, but as it turns out, that was because you liked using the main roads and going through the other entrance because that street is more lit up and less creepy.

Then it made sense. He was about to comment but he stopped short when he had seen the infamous cat sitting on your couch, looking awefully pleased with itself. Over time he had come to think that this cat was a stray, and had stopped to pet her almost every day - he had fed her treats, even given her a nickname.

"Hey, I know you-..."

You were surprised to see your boyfriend walk up to your absolute creature of a cat and start petting her, since she's usually a little hostile to strangers, and can be a bit of a bitch at times. She's well known by neighbours as this dubious little little gremlin, and has earned a bit of a reputation for being a menace - a threat, if you will.

And yet, she just sits there, purring and headbutting your man like an angel as if she hadn't literally gifted you your neighbours live gerbil as a present this morning. You had spent almost two hours strying to catch the damn thing and were halfway contemplating setting fire to the house and moving away while she watched. You absolutely adore her though, and she had been sitting on your lap all day until you had to leave to pick Ichigo up.

He just stroked her while she let him, and you simply stood there in shock, joining him hesitantly as you stare at your cat, Toaster, like she's grown a second head.

"So... she hasn't... bitten you? Maybe stolen your credit card info? gifted you a beetle?"

Okay. Now Ichigo stares at you like you've grown a second head. Jeez, you were only joking... sort of. She is a bit of a biter.

"I even named her and everything, I thought she was a stray. I named her Beef."

"That's... an interesting name, not like I can really talk though, since I named her Toaster..."

The two of you spoke like this, talking about your cat and you share horror stories like this morning with him, making him almost choke on his laugh while you both sit snuggled together on the couch, watching a movie with Toaster-Beef stretched across both of your laps.

He walks in on you changing

You had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in a small towel as rivulets of now cold water trickle down your skin. Your pyjamas lay on your bed as you drop the towel that hid your body, reaching for the oversized shirt which you definitely stole from ichigo.

You just barely manage to pull it over tits before you hear the click of the door opening, and in comes your boyfriend - your boyfriend, that has a key to your house, which you hadn't even thought about since you'd given it to him. In his hands he holds your chemistry textbook, and you hadn't even realised that you'd left it at his house on accident. You can't really focus on that right now, though, as he pauses and stares straight at your ass and your hips, entranced by the sight in front of him.

You let out an indignified squeal as your brain finally starts rebooting, pulling down your shirt to hide yourself while that dumbass just looks at you and smiles, admiring how pretty you are.

"Get out, dumbass!-"

The two of you are close enough to be comfortable seeing eachother naked by now, but this was so sudden and you hadn't the chance to mentally steel yourself beforehand, so you end up blushing like a wobbly mess and swatting at him to get him to leave, a little miffed at the interruption.

His cheeks are dusted pink as you pout at him, and all he can think of is how cute you are, and how much he fucking adores you.

"You're so cute..."

You flush. With that dumb, stupid look on his stupid face, how could you kick him out? You practically melt and release a defeated sigh, pretending to still be annoyed, but he's just so adorable you wanna see what other cute faces this man can make, and you wonder just how red that blush can get.

It's dark outside, so the curtains are drawn and the lights are low, since you replaced your normal bulb with fairy lights that you had impulsively put everywhere, and around the room hang little Polaroid photos of you and Ichigo and some of your family, a few depicting days out with your friends. The air is warm and you shut your door as you stand in front of your man, blinking up at him and smirking when his eyebrows furrow. Good... He's starting to get bashful. What a cutie.

The lighting in the room reflects on his skin as well as your own, and he looks like a piece of art, backed against the wall and blushing like this. It surely doesn't help that you're not wearing any underwear.

Your body slowly leans against him, your legs slotted together and your thigh resting snug against his clothed dick. Ichigo looks feverous with excitement, and you rest your cheek against his, leaning on your tip toes so you're able to reach.

"Like what you see?..."

It's literally not possible to not tease him, and he shudders a little as you grind your leg against him just barely, his hands quickly grabbing onto your waist and lower back to pull you closer, leaning down to kiss you on the lips like he's starved of touch. He only pulls away when you moan quietly into his mouth, smirking at you and pressing a light nip to your neck before talking back.

"What do you think?"

It's not long before he grinds his thigh up against the heat of your pussy, immitating the way that you've been teasing him and he pushes you harder against his thigh by your hips, eliciting a pleased purr from you.

You get a new piercing

It's hot in Karakura town, so when Orihime suggests a pool party, everyone immediately agrees with enthusiasm.

Everyone's chattering excitedly on the way to the public, outdoors pool, but you're a little bummed that you can't go in. That didn't stop you from bringing your new swimsuit though, since you're planning on taking the opportunity to tan. Orihime already knows that you can't get tempted to swim or else you risk your still-healing belly piercing getting infected. It's only been about four months.

Ichigo, on the other hand, does not know this information. He walks along beside you, having a conversation with Chad that you weren't really listening to. Suddenly, you realise that you haven't actually told him about your latest body mod, and you hum quietly, thinking to yourself that he's in for a surprise once you change out of your clothes and strip down to your swimsuit.

You had bought a cute bikini just for this occasion, and you're absolutely obsessed with it, as well as Orihime and Rukia, and of course, Chizuru. The top half of the bikini has little heart shaped links that connect the bra to the straps, and the piece is a cute light green to match the bottom, which has the same little heart link at the hips.

Once you all arrive at the pool, everyone splits into boys and girls to change, and you part with Ichigo with a quick peck to his cheek.

Okay, maybe you had just done that to make him look cool in front of his friends. Maybe to embarrass him just a little too...

Mizuiro and Keigo give him a pat on the back as he blushes and grumbles, and you laugh with Rukia because she saw right through your evil scheme.

In the girls changing room you get literally bombarded with complements and hugs, everyone studying the shiny, dangling jewellery and your piercing, that's in its final stages of healing. Already you're feeling bashful and your self esteem is higher than before, so when you walk out to meet the guys you're met with Keigo's heart eyes, specifically.

Immediately he is smacked straight in the nose as Ichigo stares at you, not even bothering to look at him or shake out his fist as his eyes lock onto your belly and stay there. He looks amazed and confused all at the same time, taking in the change and wondering how long it's been there. How long has it been since he's last seen you naked? Damn...

You can almost tell what he's thinking and you snicker a little, your abdomen fluttering while you smile up at him, hoping that this is a positive reaction.

You don't have to hope for very long. Immediately he's ushering you away to a qieter part of the pool to inspect it while everyone else is distracted, almost leaning in to touch it before you swat his hands away.

"No touching, babe... It still hurts."

"Oh- sorry... How long has it been there? Why didn't you tell me? Did you think I wouldn't like it...?"

He's giving you puppy eyes at this point, and you coo at him and grab his face, holding it in your hands and smushing his cheeks together as you go on a little rant in your head about how cute and baby and squishy and adorable he is, communicating all of these thoughts into a little kiss.

His reaction is priceless. His nose scrunches up and he wriggles out of your reach, embarrassed at the PDA and slinking into the pool a couple of feet away. He's still facing you, but he's got his arms crossed on the side of the pool, resting his chin on his forearm.

Just to get a little closer to him, you scooch forward and kick a leg over him so that his face is close to your belly and the little dangling playboy bunny that catches the light, your legs spread at either side of his elbows.

"Nah. I mean... I was a little anxious I guess, but I mainly just wanted to surprise you with it."

He still couldn't take his eyes off of the cute little playboy bunny, completely entranced by it.

He sees you crying

Everything that could've gone wrong today, did exactly that. You had gotten into an argument with an upperclassman about your uniform and lack of work ethic at the very beginning of the day, you'd got your failed math test back, Ichigo was out all day doing Soul Reaper work, it had started raining on your way back from school and on top of it all, you might be coming down with a cold.

The first thing you do when you get home is storm to your bedroom, soaking wet with rain water and absolutely freezing cold, and change into your pyjamas to hide under the covers until next week.

Slow tears irritate your cheeks and leave your eyes red as you sob into your pillow, not hearing Ichigo walking up the steps to your room after greeting your mother, who knew to leave you alone and not overwhelm you after a bad day.

He had gotten to the top of the stairs when he heard your hiccupped breathing, his eyebrows furrowing when he starts to worry about you. Were you crying? What happened? Do you want to be alone? He wants to comfort you so badly, but he doesn't know what's upset you, and how he should go about comforting you, even. What if he just makes you more upset?

Eventually, he decides that he's far too worried to back away like a bad partner, and he tentatively knocks on your door, saying your name so that you know it's him. The hallway he's standing in is dark and the only light is coming from the kitchen downstairs where your mom is and the dim, blue glow peeking from beneath your door. After he gets no answer from you, he opens the door slowly, shutting it behind him and letting out a strained breath, greeted with the sight of you huddled in your blankets and the sound of you crying softly into your pillow.

"Hey, It's okay, come on... You're okay, what happened? Do you want to talk?"

After getting a shake of your head in response he tilts his head and pets your hair, knowing that it relaxes you when he does that. The bed creaks under the pressure of your boyfriend joining you under your duvet, and his large hand cradles the back of your head, guiding you to cry into his chest.

And that you do. You sniffle and weep into his shirt, probably ruining it with all sorts of cursed, snotty fluids.

When you've finally cried all of your tears you find yourself feeling much better with Ichigo's comfort. He didn't make you talk when you just wanted to cry, and he gave you the quiet support you needed once he got the hint. Life is so much better with him, and all of your problems seem to disappear as soon as he's in your sight.

You bleed on his bed

You had woken up in the middle of the night with the worst cramps you've had in a while, and in your disoriented and tired state it takes a few more seconds of processing before you realise what this must mean.

Not now, and most definately not here-...

Well, it's now, and it's here.

You quickly shimmy out of your boyfriend's arms, trying to assess the damage you've made to Ichigo's sheets, and damn. He's gonna need to buy new sheets. There are tears already forming in your eyes already as you stop freeze, listening to the soft, relaxed breaths of the occupant of the bed, his bed.

It's not even close to being light outside yet, and the birds are silent outside, the only light in the room being from Ichigo's analogue clock. It's two in the morning.

The stain on the bed is the size of a dinner plate and your shorts are in bad condition, your inner thighs stained with the blood that still drips. The feeling has nausea bubbling in your stomach in chest as you rush to the bathroom quietly, panicking about how Ichigo will react. Shit. Okay. Just get in the shower and refresh yourself first.

You spend a good fifteen minutes in the shower, trying to avoid the outside world for a little while as stress pours through your veins, long strands of hair sticking to your body under the spray of hot water, easing your cramps just a little.

You feel so bad for ruining his matress, and you're gonna have to wake him up to change the sheets and face what you've done. This is literally so embarrassing that you want to curl up into a ball and stop existing.

As you finally get out of the shower you dry and dress yourself, using a pad and slipping a dirty pair of Ichigo's sweats, but when you walk out of the door, Ichigo's sitting on new sheets, reading a book with a pair of reading glasses that he knows you think are adorable.

He's facing you now, looking up from his book and smiling up at you softly, and it doesn't take long for you to crawl into his arms and whine, cradling your belly as you apologise and hide your face in his lap.

He only strokes his fingers through your hair and covers you with a blanket, telling you that it's okay, and that it's not your fault.

"It's just natural. Besides, am I, of all people, gonna be phazed by a little blood...?"

When he puts it that way you realise how paranoid you were being before, considering that his clothes get stained with a new injury every other day.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Better than before, at least... 'm still sorry."

He just laughs quietly and hands you a painkiller and some water, shifting his legs so that you sit up and pressing a peck to your neck as you ready yourself to go back to sleep, the two of you cuddling as the bedside lamp is turned off.

its 11:13 am.

I havent eaten anything.

And im sittin in my brothers room

rip lmfao

go eat something bae rn rn rn

@emmy420 part 2 of your request for Katsuki! :)

Part 1 Masterlist <3

Katsuki boyfriend scenarios, Fem!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

-Part 2

You dye your hair

You sit on your bed watching TV and letting the bleach in your hair develop, as you were planning on going blonde again to match Katsuki.

Sure, it was a little impulsive, but you just wanted to see his reaction.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing as it sits next to you on your bed. The phone buzzes as katsukis face pops up on screen, a photo of him that you had taken while his guard was down. You had refused to delete it when you realised how cute it was, and he refused to forgive you for days after that, fake pouting and teasing you until your begged him for his forgiveness.

You can feel the buzzing on your legs as the vibrations travel through the mattress, and you beam at the thought of talking to your boyfriend right now.

You grin as you accept the call in seconds, greeting him with a purr as he checks in on you. He hasn't seen you all day, and you can tell that he misses you.

"Hey baby~ I'm just dying my hair right now, what about you, what have you been doing today?"

He completely ignores your question in favour of marching straight towards your dorm. He was going to visit later anyway, but now he wasn't going to bother dropping his bags back at his room. He wanted to see this.

"You're what now? I'm coming over, because I need to see this. You're such a dumbass. If it's bright orange or some shit like that I'm buzzcutting your head. You're going bald."

He has a mean smile on his lips and you can tell, but it only makes you laugh louder as he opens your door, his phone in his hand and the call still active.

He walks in to see you with fresh bleach in your hair, the previously darker colour lifting out and going yellowish.

"... Ta da?"

"You're such a dumbass... Are you gonna leave it like that after? Or are you gonna go another colour?"

He smiles softly as he looks straight at you, thinking about how nice you would look as a blonde.

"I'm gonna tone it, I wanted us to match."

He's so weak for you. He wears that wobbly little smile as you practically knock his feet from under him with your answer, and he simply plants himself down by your side, sitting and watching your movie with you as he tries not to show how much that affected him.

"'Kay. I'm helping."

He finds out you have no father

The two of you were talking about your plans for the summer when it came up in conversation. It's not exactly something you avoid talking about in general, but it's also something you never actively wanted to discuss either.

"I'm gonna be at you house a lot so... hope your parents don't mind. If they do, I don't care."

He was being stubborn as always, and you sweatdrop as you let him know that your mom's going to be away for a friend's hen-do for about a week, and that she's already given you permission to have friends over.

"What about your dad?"

"What dad, lmao?"

He simply looks at you for a second, caught off guard by your cursed joke and the new information that's been presented to him. So, it's just you and your mom then, huh.

He always wondered why he only ever saw your mom around the house and no father. It makes sense that there's none to be found.

"That-... Huh..."

He's genuinely speechless by the nonchalant way you said it, nodding his head and losing his stubborn, tough exterior. Where did your dad go, anyway?

He thinks you must be a mind reader because as soon as he processes that thought you're already answering like he voiced it.

"He just left when I was kid. We still don't have milk to this day"

He chokes on his laugh. Another joke?

"It's okay, you can laugh. It's funny-"

You're laughing at your own joke and your boyfriend's hesitance to laugh himself, walking along the pathway to your house and giggling still, even as you put the keys in your door.

"So that's why when you hold my hand, you just hold my pinkie, huh? Cute"

Okay, now it's your turn to flush pink and go quiet, retaining your embarrassed smile and pretending to be mad, though Katsuki can see straight through your act like glass.

"S-shut up"...

He sees you getting catcalled

Katsuki likes to take you on walks very often. He says it keeps you both healthy and that he refuses to have a lazy girlfriend. In reality, he just likes to feed the ducks with you. It's his favourite pastime.

The two of you are just chatting, your boyfriend finally relaxing after a long and stressful day, and finally feeling like he can properly be your boyfriend and take you out.

"Sorry I've been busy lately."

"Don't apologise, I think it's amazing that you're putting everything into your dream."

You smile up at him, squeezing his hand in yours and properly taking in his appearance as you walk by the river, the water reflecting the beautiful orange and pink sunset.

He's wearing his favourite black tank top that he won't let you steal from him, and a loose pair of cargo pants that he had changed into after training, his firm chest and arm muscle teasing you with their appearance. He looks so good, and you can't take your eyes off of him.

All goes well, and your date is peaceful as you and Katsuki sit at your favourite bench, until you hear the voice of a man catcalling somebody. At first you don't realise he's talking to you, but when you do, your heart sinks.

"What's up, baby? You lookin' for some dick?! I wanna drink the milk outta your tiddies!"

What the fuck?

It's just a shitty feeling. It feels predatory, and unsafe. It's embarrassing, and uncomfortable and every time you hear that little whistle, and the vulger words coming out of a man's mouth, you wish you could say something back, but every time, you freeze.

How else could you react to something like that? These men are dangerous and unpredictable, and you're not willing to put yourself in danger for your pride, because you can't back it up with strength like Katsuki.

Speaking of Katsuki, he can feel the way that you freeze. How your breathing fastens and you shift closer to him. He can practically feel the discomfort radiating from you in waves. And he's livid.

You bring your hands up to cover your chest, even if it's already covered with a loose, oversized shirt that you had stolen from your boyfriend, and you avert your gaze down to the floor in shame, your cheeks red as tears gather in your eyes.

Katsuki hates to see you cry. He really, really fucking hates it.

"What the fuck did you just say?... Don't you wanna say that shit to me? Say it again, I fucking dare you. You're a fucking disgusting pig- You're a grown-ass man, and you're saying that shit to girls? Fucking pitiful. Grow the fuck up."

By now your boyfriend has left your side in favour of grabbing this balding, fourty-something year old man by the throat, letting off little explosions from his fingertips and scorching the guys neck.

When he pulls away, he wipes his hand on his sweats, disgusted to have touched such a piece of shit, and he leaves the guy on the floor, a little dark spot on his pants where he peed a little from that frankly terrifying confrontation with the blonde.

You're not even remotely upset with him for threatening a civilian, you're just thankful that he stood up for you, feeling so relieved that you had him there with you.

You spend the rest of the night in his arms, shedding a couple of tears because of how objectified you felt, while he cuddles you in bed and tells you how smart you are, and how proud he is of you.

You couldn't ask for a better man.

You watch a horror movie with him

Your eyebrows raise in interest as you watch a murder documentary, listening intently while your boyfriend looks at you like you've grown a second head.

It's dark in the room and the curtains are drawn, the only light coming from the TV in front of you while you share a bag of popcorn with him.

The last in the documentary had murdered a fair few of her husbands with rat poison or something like that, and had worked her way to becoming rich from the money of her victims.

"You... aren't taking notes, are you?..."

He's only half joking, a little perturbed by your morbid interest in something so grim, but you only laugh in response, smooching his cheek affectionately and cuddling into his side.

"I hope that answers your question~"

"Remarkably enough, no, it doesn't."

You hold back another boisterous laugh, placing your hand on his chest as he cuddles closer into you. It's too late now, he suggested this because he was being a cheeky motherfucker and wanted to see you all cute and scared. The plan went sideways, and then back on itself and then sideways again. Oh well, he can't back out now, he's a man of pride, damnit.

Of course, you notice the way holds onto your waist a little tighter, and you hear the little shocked expletives muttered under his breath when an especially gory detail comes up.

Lord, save him.

Sleeping that night is a hard task for him, and he clings to you like a koala even as you sleep like a baby, so when you wake up the next morning and make breakfast for a crusty Katsuki with a serious case of bedhead and panda eyes, you can't help but coo at him as you attempt not to burst out laughing.

He gets accidentally turned on

Shit.

He was sitting at his desk like usual, staring out the window while waiting for you to arrive, but he must've been too wrapped up in his own thoughts because when you entered the room, he didn't even realise.

The room is bright and well lit in the early morning and it's just you and a couple of other people, since you're about ten minutes early, and everyone's chatting and distracted except for him.

You smile and sit on his desk, not quite startling him, but catching him by surprise as he looks forward and is met with the sight of your thighs right in front of his face.

They look so soft and thick... He bets they'd make a great pair of earmuffs.

When you shimmy a little on his desk, he watches them move and sees a pair of light pink panties under your skirt, which had ridden up from all of your movement.

"... Katsuki?-"

His head snaps up to meet your eyes with his own, his face red.

"You look a little... constipated... Are you okay?"

He only grunts in reply, turning his head away quickly and crossing his legs to hide the awkward boner he's sprouted in class. Shit. You're so fucking hot, he can't take it anymore.

His breathing quickens as he tries every trick in the book to calm himself down, making you very aware of what you've done.

"Aw... Can't contain yourself, Katsuki?"

You smirk at him, not bothering to pull your skirt down because apparently you've decided to be a menace this morning.

"Fuck you."

He walks in on you masturbating

You were just taking some time to yourself to do some self-service. Katsuki's been gone the entire day to get some extra training done, meanwhile you lay in his dorm room, watching TV and doing some self care while you wait for the time to pass.

The arousal stirs in your belly as you get a message from your favourite blonde.

'Can't fucking wait to see you tonight.'

You know he probably didn't mean for that message to be as sexual as it was, but you can't help but feel needy at the thought of him getting back just to eat you out and fuck you senseless.

It drives you absolutely mad, and the imagery of what Katsuki probably looks like right now, sweating and panting as his muscles swell from exertion, had you reeling and warmth pooling between your thighs.

You just feel so empty, and you're filled with desire as you keep letting your thoughts wander to him.

It certainly helps that you feel pretty right now, so you feel no shame or embarrassment. Your hair is fresh from the shower you took earlier and your skin is clear after your intense routine.

You feel well preened and as you let your hand trail down your belly, past the band of your (Katsuki's) sweats and into your panties, feeling the damp fabric cling to your throbbing cunt.

The curtains are drawn and it's dark in the room, just the way you like it, and your form is hidden beneath the duvet on your boyfriend's bed, covered with the sheets the two of you had picked out together, since he knew you would be spending a lot of time in his room. He wanted you to have a say in the decoration so that you felt more at home there.

The memory only has you hotter for him. He's an amazing man, and the best aprtner you could answer, and you find yourself wanting to give him all of you just to make him feel good. You would do anything for him, you were so completely in love.

Your finger slowly starts to massage your clit, rubbing in little circles and dipping down to gather slick from your folds, your back arching slightly as you lift up a leg, writhing from the much needed pressure on your aching clit.

However, the second you hear the door click, you freeze. It's already too late, and Katsuki is cut off mid sentence when he finally sees you, taking in your flushed face, your hair that's strewn across his pillows, and the hand that's dipped beneath the covers on his bed. On his bed.

God, as if this isn't driving him crazy enough, there's something about you doing this in his bed, dressed in his clothes, that has him fucking feral.

He can see your breasts through the thin fabric of his white tank top, and the colour of your areola, as well as some side-boob that immediately has him at full mast in his loose pants.

He might actually die.

He grins at you evilly, making your blood run cold as you flush just as red as the blood flowing through your veins, while you scooch further away and panic.

"I- it's not what it looks like!-"

When has that line ever worked, you chastise yourself.

"Oh? 'Sure looks like you're fucking yourself to me."

Well, now what are you supposed to say to that?

"And in my bed? Did you miss me that much?~"

You feel another wave of slick soak your underwear and your fingers as your legs remain pressed closed, your thighs squeezing together beneath his sheets.

You're literally gushing for him.

So when he joins you on the bed slowly, waiting for any amount of hesitance from you and recieving only an eager whine in response, he's about ready to literally engulf you. He wants to kiss and lick and bite every bit of skin he can get his hands on.

He knows you like to keep warm, and that you can get a little shy at times, so instead of tearing the covers from you like an animal, like he wants to, he exercises some self restraint, and joins you under the covers in the low light of the room, your movie long forgotten.

He slides his hand down your belly, resting his body on top of yours and trapping you beneath the wall of muscle that is his chest, laying gentle kisses and nips to your neck that has you shivering and your breath hitching.

It looks like he was right, and he's very amused as his suspicions are proven correct, his fingers ghosting over soaked panties and slick fingers that rest between closed thighs.

"I can't help it- you're just- ugh! You're so-"

You don't even have the words to describe him as you stare at his god-like figure above you, but you communicate it well enough with the unintelligible whines you breathe out into his neck.

Great, now his ego is boosted.

"You're so wet for me, you're driving me fuckin' crazy."

His kinks, and the body part he's obsessed with

Katsuki's an absolute slut for biting. He always wants to leave marks on your body as evidence that he was there, and that partly feeds into his breeding kink, because he specifically likes to bit you, hard, on the neck while filling you up with his cum.

You can bet he buys the extra thin feel comdoms because he needs to feel the way your walls clench and quiver around him, but he won't tell you that unless you're in the heat of the moment, when he mutters, and literally growls into your ear how much he just loves to feel your insides and fill you up.

Your sure he has a specific kink for oral as well, because you would never have thought he'd be so needy to have you sit on his face literally every other day.

At first you were a little shy to do it, because what if you taste bad, or what if he doesn't like your smell? It's not like you can control it... So you were hesitant. He had bared with the skittishness the first time, because he loves you, but the second time, he had to push your hips away and reprimand you.

You were mortified that he was pushing you away, until he spoke, and then you were just stunned.

"Look, I bared with it the first time because I'm nice like that, but stop crouching. If you don't actually plant that pussy right on my face until I suffocate and die, I don't think I will ever actually forgive you, or myself. Now Sit. On. My. Face. Sit."

You almost choke on your breath, but he believes that it was worth it, because he got what he wanted, which was to be smothered by your pussy lips.

You could see his eyes roll to the back of his head from below your skirt as he tongue fucked you, thrusting his hips into the air. That first time he got to properly eat you out, he came in his pants. He wasn't even ashamed or embarrassed, not that you wanted or expected him to be, but he was nonchalant about it.

"What did you expect?"

The body part you think he's the most obsessed with, though, is your hips. And you're right on the money. He loves to squeeze them, and hold them, and kiss them.

Anytime you both walk in public, he's either holding your hand, or he's got an arm around your waist and his hand on your hip.

The blonde is a slut for your hips, and loves to bite and suck on them, and and trace a thumb over the bone that naturally juts out no matter how much weight you lose or put on. And when you shake your hips for him like a bellydancer, he almost foams at the mouth. He's entranced by you, and quite literally, in the words of our lord and saviour Doja Cat herself, worships your hips and waist.

The kink that took him the longest time to admit to though, was his daddy kink. He doesn't know why, but hearing your voice drop a tone as you called him daddy just to tease him made him weak.

He had the air knocked out of his lungs for a few seconds there, but since he thought you might not actually take so kindly to this new discovery of his, he kept quiet. He has no idea how you found out, but you did, and Katsuki received no mercy from your teasing until he broke and finally came clean about it, leading to one of the best nights he's ever had, and a night he frequently thinks back on when you're not with him and he has to let off some steam.

You get caught making out

Katsuki's tongue invades your mouth as you sit on his lap, grinding down against the tent in his pants as he holds your hips, large hands massaging and gripping at your love handles. He loves how wide your hips are, and the squishiness that comes with it.

He was just sitting at his desk, minding his own business when you basically attacked him out of nowhere, his lips parting in that confused little pout he makes sometimes, his eyebrows furrowing.

God, that expression has you putty in his hands without fault, and you're immediately slotting your hips over his as you lock lips with him, your piercing bar running along his own tongue and making the great Katsuki Bakugou shiver.

It's only just getting to the good part when his hands slide down to your ass and then back up again, only to part ways again soon after. He slides his right hand over your ribs, teasing you with the lightest touch of his fingers before grabbing your breast under your bra and kneading it, while his left hand slides down, reaching just past the waistband of your pants.

Sadly, the two of you are interrupted by Denki, and Katsuki's never hated the little cockblocker more than he does now.

"Hey Katsuki- Oh my god I'm- fuck! sorry! bye!"

"..."

"I'm gonna fucking castrate you, you little sparkplug!"

Denki slams the door on his way out, scared out of his wits and probably traumatised.

"At least we're not naked?..."

He does have to agree with you on that one.

And with that, his boner is gone, and he sighs quietly before leaning forward to bury his face into your clothed breasts, mourning the loss of the moment ™️ and simply wrapping his arms around you to keep his nerves down.

Ah- and ily 😩✋

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can wr get baku begrudgingly doing something with you (tsundere style) like skincare?

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I adore the idea of bkg with the full facemask and cucumbers on his eyes with a robe

He is a self care bitch all the way and you introduced him to it 😩

He owes you everything

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Bakugou x Reader- Self Care?

Its hard, being this fucking pretty. For real. Flawless skin and well manicured nails, plus nourished hair comes from hours of self care each week.

And Katsuki learns this the hard way when suddenly you're walking into his dorm room while he's studying, carrying an entire bag of products that you fully intend on using on him.

"Spa day!!"

Your voice is loud and chipper and full of love as you dump the bag to the side and embrace the stunned-silent blonde excitedly.

Lord, he's not ready for this.

"Fucking what?"

Eventually Katsuki.Exe reboots and kicks back up into action, scoffing at you as he slips his hands to your waist, giving you a pointed glare.

"Spa day!"

Katsuki's glare is ineffective, Katsuki returned to pokèball!

You remain unfazed by his harsh words and irritated mumbles, dragging him to his bed and seating him down, and a part of him makes the windows error sound as you walk into his room and scuttle around it like you fucking own the place.

But you do, really, because you own Katsuki's heart.

So his room and everything in it is yours <3

You throw a fluffy, white bathrobe at him and he catches it easily, begrudgingly admitting to himself that it is really soft agains the skin of his dry, rough palms, damaged and scarred from so many years of making explosion after explosion.

You're gonna be paying a lot of attention to those hands.

Anyway.

"Just lay back, because you have no say in this, babe. Take some time to relax. It'll be difficult getting to the number one spot if you sleep like shit and look like grease and unwashed teenager... slef care is important, Katsuki, if tou want to be the best."

"You fucking what?"

You're met with some pretty unsavoury language as a result of that but whatever, he knows you're right, and he really is grateful that you have his best interests at heart. You're constantly doing everything you can to aid him in his strive for the number one spot. If you were anyone else, he'd tell you to fuck off and die, but you're different. You're not trying to help him out of pity, or because you think you're better. You don't treat him like a child.

You just love him.

And he loves you too.

So he sighs, sucks it up, and puts on the damn bathrobe because he knows you have a point.

"You're not supposed to wear it with a full set of pyjamas on underneath..." you mutter, sweatdropping.

Nevermind.

"F-fucking-.. huh?! Just fuck off already! Im not undressing for you! What is this some kind of prank?! You filming me, you fuck?!"

After that fiasco is dealt with, katsuki is finally in the bathtobe after getting a stern whooping from you, wearing his boxers underneath and blushing as you climb on top of him, dressed the same.

Theres nothing sexual about this moment though, as you place a loving peck to his remarkably soft, bitten up lips and start to paint his face with a cleanser, taking all of the impurities from his skin and casting them away with one of your many microfibre towels, and he offhandedly wonders just how much money you've spent on this stuff.

After the cleanser comes the exfoliant, and after that comes the clay mask, and suddenly, he's blind. You've really just put fucking cucumbers on his eyes...

He doesn't complain though, because it feels good to have the very one he wants to build his entire future around massaging his face so delicately it could actually put him to sleep. He adores you, and the feeling only intensifies as his heart pounds in his chest at the feeling of your hands encasing his, exfoliating and moisturising the skin.

And if you give him a manicure while he's pretending to be asleep, he says nothing, even as you clip his cuticles and apply oil to the tips of his fingers and his nails so gently, painting them with clear nail strengthener. He feels like a pampered puppy, and he adores the feeling of your fingers running over his, now, soft and healthy looking skin.

You purr happily as he lets you preen him and clean him up, running your fingers through his scalp and his hair with a conditioner that you use frequently. It feels like you've won some kind of prize, because he would never let anyone as close as you are, and the little moans he releases are like music to your ears while you give him a scalp massage.

Once you're both rinsed clean and dry, you cant help but let him touch and caress your legs like he's just seen magic at work. Seriously, how the fuck are they so soft? Would his be like this if he shaved?? How does it feel when you have smooth legs as you lay in bed? He's heard you go on and on about how it's the "softest", "most heavenly" feeling in the world, but how true is that? Should he try???

Life's not worth living if you can't make Katsuki doubt everything he's ever known.

He's so adorable as he tries to wrap his head around the feeling of shaved legs, his brows furroed and his eyes trained intently on each pore, each freckle, each bruise...

And you say nothing when Katsuki drags you back to his room the same time next month to do the exact same thing again, relishing in his self care with you. You're not surprised either when he paints your nails for you expertly, the little pigtails you put in his hair spiking out like little blonde explosions behind a plain black headband.

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can wr get baku begrudgingly doing something with you (tsundere style) like skincare?

Coming right up!

I adore the idea of bkg with the full facemask and cucumbers on his eyes with a robe

He is a self care bitch all the way and you introduced him to it 😩

He owes you everything

Masterlist<3

Bakugou x Reader- Self Care?

Its hard, being this fucking pretty. For real. Flawless skin and well manicured nails, plus nourished hair comes from hours of self care each week.

And Katsuki learns this the hard way when suddenly you're walking into his dorm room while he's studying, carrying an entire bag of products that you fully intend on using on him.

"Spa day!!"

Your voice is loud and chipper and full of love as you dump the bag to the side and embrace the stunned-silent blonde excitedly.

Lord, he's not ready for this.

"Fucking what?"

Eventually Katsuki.Exe reboots and kicks back up into action, scoffing at you as he slips his hands to your waist, giving you a pointed glare.

"Spa day!"

Katsuki's glare is ineffective, Katsuki returned to pokèball!

You remain unfazed by his harsh words and irritated mumbles, dragging him to his bed and seating him down, and a part of him makes the windows error sound as you walk into his room and scuttle around it like you fucking own the place.

But you do, really, because you own Katsuki's heart.

So his room and everything in it is yours <3

You throw a fluffy, white bathrobe at him and he catches it easily, begrudgingly admitting to himself that it is really soft agains the skin of his dry, rough palms, damaged and scarred from so many years of making explosion after explosion.

You're gonna be paying a lot of attention to those hands.

Anyway.

"Just lay back, because you have no say in this, babe. Take some time to relax. It'll be difficult getting to the number one spot if you sleep like shit and look like grease and unwashed teenager... slef care is important, Katsuki, if tou want to be the best."

"You fucking what?"

You're met with some pretty unsavoury language as a result of that but whatever, he knows you're right, and he really is grateful that you have his best interests at heart. You're constantly doing everything you can to aid him in his strive for the number one spot. If you were anyone else, he'd tell you to fuck off and die, but you're different. You're not trying to help him out of pity, or because you think you're better. You don't treat him like a child.

You just love him.

And he loves you too.

So he sighs, sucks it up, and puts on the damn bathrobe because he knows you have a point.

"You're not supposed to wear it with a full set of pyjamas on underneath..." you mutter, sweatdropping.

Nevermind.

"F-fucking-.. huh?! Just fuck off already! Im not undressing for you! What is this some kind of prank?! You filming me, you fuck?!"

After that fiasco is dealt with, katsuki is finally in the bathtobe after getting a stern whooping from you, wearing his boxers underneath and blushing as you climb on top of him, dressed the same.

Theres nothing sexual about this moment though, as you place a loving peck to his remarkably soft, bitten up lips and start to paint his face with a cleanser, taking all of the impurities from his skin and casting them away with one of your many microfibre towels, and he offhandedly wonders just how much money you've spent on this stuff.

After the cleanser comes the exfoliant, and after that comes the clay mask, and suddenly, he's blind. You've really just put fucking cucumbers on his eyes...

He doesn't complain though, because it feels good to have the very one he wants to build his entire future around massaging his face so delicately it could actually put him to sleep. He adores you, and the feeling only intensifies as his heart pounds in his chest at the feeling of your hands encasing his, exfoliating and moisturising the skin.

And if you give him a manicure while he's pretending to be asleep, he says nothing, even as you clip his cuticles and apply oil to the tips of his fingers and his nails so gently, painting them with clear nail strengthener. He feels like a pampered puppy, and he adores the feeling of your fingers running over his, now, soft and healthy looking skin.

You purr happily as he lets you preen him and clean him up, running your fingers through his scalp and his hair with a conditioner that you use frequently. It feels like you've won some kind of prize, because he would never let anyone as close as you are, and the little moans he releases are like music to your ears while you give him a scalp massage.

Once you're both rinsed clean and dry, you cant help but let him touch and caress your legs like he's just seen magic at work. Seriously, how the fuck are they so soft? Would his be like this if he shaved?? How does it feel when you have smooth legs as you lay in bed? He's heard you go on and on about how it's the "softest", "most heavenly" feeling in the world, but how true is that? Should he try???

Life's not worth living if you can't make Katsuki doubt everything he's ever known.

He's so adorable as he tries to wrap his head around the feeling of shaved legs, his brows furroed and his eyes trained intently on each pore, each freckle, each bruise...

And you say nothing when Katsuki drags you back to his room the same time next month to do the exact same thing again, relishing in his self care with you. You're not surprised either when he paints your nails for you expertly, the little pigtails you put in his hair spiking out like little blonde explosions behind a plain black headband.