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No cause he would literally be the best boyfriend to have while on your period. He’s big ol’ warms hands would make the best heating pads and he can just cuddle you till you fall asleep.
I need him🧡🧡
i want bkgs big warm hands on my stomach when i have cramps :(
I think bkg’s baby gets your eyes and your temperament and he’s so relieved. He doesn’t say a word about it, ever, but when his daughter is 6 years old and some twerp takes her toys on the playground and she only cries, doesn’t try to explode his face off when he picks her up to walk her home—bakugou is so relieved it makes him nauseous. Because he wanted that anger to die with him—because with all of the light and hope and good you brought into his life, he’d hoped that it be enough to ward off that venom that he still feels the remnants of in his veins.
When his baby drops her head on his shoulder, tuckered out, he feels pretty confident that it did.
pairing: bakugou x gn!reader
synopsis: bakugou cuddling hcs!
warnings:none
type: headcanon
a/n: more cuddling hcs cus lack of mha on my page lol
He will never and I mean never ask for cuddles. You have to ask every single time. No matter how upset or down he is.
As big as a tsundere he is, he will cuddle you all night. Midnight snack? Never heard of it.
Big spoon 24/7 unless he's really feeling down.
When he is small spoon, he likes it when you play with his hair. It calms him down and makes him forget what made him mad in the first place.
Loves hearing you talk as it helps him fall asleep.
Will wrap you up so tightly in his arms you won't need a blanket.
He's super warm already and his quirk makes it even warmer.
He just feels like he can be himself around you and let all the walls down.
Usually he doesn't fall asleep until your sleeping. Doesn't matter how long it takes, but after a while he may fall asleep as we all know this boy falls asleep the same time every night.
He feels as if he has to protect you in that sorta weird way.
All in all. A stubborn little tsundere.
11.am
"Dammit" you had just dodged another one of Katsuki's assault, you and him have been fighting for the last 30 minutes in one of UAs training room.
He was always getting on your nerves and so were you. Always fighting and arguing over the most irrelevant things. Got a better grade than him ? Stole your last drink from the fridge ? You both were ready to throw hands.
That's how you ended up here. 11am. Secretly using the room to fix another one of your little fights.
"I'll got you little mouse" he shouted from across the room. "Don't be so confident baby we both know I'll be the one to kick your ass"
"Shut up" he was running towards you, madness in his eyes
The strenght of his explosions threw you to the wall, you coughed a bit but then got surprised,your eyes widen when he grabbed your throat.
"I hate you" he said "I fucking hate you"
you couldn't take your eyes off his. Red as blood, cold as hell. He was so attractive so unpleasant it drove you crazy.
You both stared at each other. Going from eyes to mouth to eyes and mouth again...
In less than a moment his lips were on yours, he was kissing you as if his life depended on it. A condemned man's last meal. Your hands found their place in his hair slightly pulling on it.
"Fuckin hate the way you taste" he kissed you again, only pulling out to catch his breath " The way you walk" " The way you talk" his hands presser harder on your cheeks
"And I hate that you're the only thing I can think about"
He grabbed the back of your thighs inviting you to jump in his arms. You were mesmerized, his lips cursed you. Too afraid that now that you'd had tasted it once you could never let them go.
"Kats wait-" "What happened to your confidence baby" he said, imitating the tone you had previously used.
The kisses you shared became more and more intense. A mix of tongues and teeth bumping again and again. It was so messy but you were definitly enjoying it. Always thought you hated him but now that he was passionately kissing you, you weren't so sure anymore.
"My dorm" you managed to say. A grin appeared on his face and you never found him so attractive as now. Messy hair, swollen lips and lusty eyes...
OKAY SOOOO first time doing this kinda nervous but let me know what you thought of it 😃🙏I might write some more idk
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.
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.
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.
I just want you to know that if class 1-A had to pair up for sit-ups, I would be with Bakugo so I could sit on his feet and rest my arms on his knees. Then I'd rest my cheek on my arms with a smirk and watch the flustered blush on his pretty face deepen each time he rose up—inches from my face. He'd finally be all ‟The hell are you doing?‟ And I'd smile, rising up a little to meet him as he came up from another sit up. He'd act tough but we all know his heart would be skipping like the classic school girl with a fat crush and he'd pout, lips inches from mine. I'd tilt my head to make that space a mere centimeter then, I'd flick my eyes up to his and smile. ‟Your feet smell like ass.‟ And I'd run away as he tried to kill me.
This is basically a shitpost and it’s gotten more attention than a few of my better posts and I just want to say I respect that
I just want you to know that if class 1-A had to pair up for sit-ups, I would be with Bakugo so I could sit on his feet and rest my arms on his knees. Then I'd rest my cheek on my arms with a smirk and watch the flustered blush on his pretty face deepen each time he rose up—inches from my face. He'd finally be all ‟The hell are you doing?‟ And I'd smile, rising up a little to meet him as he came up from another sit up. He'd act tough but we all know his heart would be skipping like the classic school girl with a fat crush and he'd pout, lips inches from mine. I'd tilt my head to make that space a mere centimeter then, I'd flick my eyes up to his and smile. ‟Your feet smell like ass.‟ And I'd run away as he tried to kill me.
I have been hiding this for a long time and I am sorry to everyone out there who disagrees but I—respectfully—hate the pet name ‟teddy bear‟ and thinking of Bakugo saying it makes me cringe.
I want to see more fanfics about Bakugo and his pretty s/o who looks like actual ass in pictures. Like, there are plenty of people who are not photogenic and think we need to address this.
Bakugo : Oi, dumbass, look over here.
S/O : Wut—
Flash
S/O : ...
Bakugo : ...
S/O : Did you just take a picture of me?
Bakugo : The hell is wrong with your face?!
Hehe, I like it
Honestly though, Bakugo would probably get really pissed at the camera.
Bakugo : This thing's a piece of shit.
Bakugo : Damn camera making my s/o look like a horse
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder or whatever, right? So how about Bakugo with a s/o who always looks awful on photos but he manages to capture perfect photos that make them look stunning.
S/O : I hate photos.
Bakugo : Just one princess.
Playing House
With Bakugo Katsuki
Warnings : Unedited, Gender Neutral, Swearing, Housework (eww)
Bakugo Katsuki is very particular with certain things.
He won’t let you fold his laundry or make the bed cause you always ‟do it wrong,‟ whatever that means. And he insists—demands—on making certain dishes. Usually the ones that require a certain amount of spice (in his opinion), otherwise you're free to make what you want.
Bakugo also prefers to do dishes, he's a freak like that. There's something therapeutic about it for him, I guess. You really don't mind and give very little argument against it. However, if he's (1) tired, (2) injured, or (3) if he made dinner, you won't let him.
Yeah, you both full on argue for way too long about who does dishes and we won't get into that. Usually, you can annoy the exhausted blond enough to get him to fold. Usually. Because there are times where Katsuki—bastard that he is—will fill the sink with boiling water. I shit thee not, boiling flucking water cause his hands can handle it.
Yours can't, his can. That's the point. The little fuck is just that petty.
Obviously, that means he has to wash dishes since you can't even unplug the sink. He smirks at you while you glare from the table (he doesn't let you dry dishes either.)
One time you got these heavy duty rubber gloves and unplugged the sink while the cocky ash-blond was shitting. Seeing his smirk fade into a confused kicked puppy look was priceless.
Just thinking about Bakugo Katsuki and reader babysitting a babbling infant for whatever reason and Katsuki left to go cool down because the kid won’t stop crying and holy fuck is it annoying. He comes back into the house and hears nothing so he quietly makes his way to the nursery to see reader singing so softly and so prettily and the baby is almost as mesmerized as he his and, yeah, he’s still a high-schooler, but Bakugo Katsuki wants absolutely no one else as the future potential mother of the kids he may or may not have because parenthood seems like hell and he’s only been doing it for a few hours.
I was thinking bout Bakugo with a s/o who wakes up earlier for work than he does. I feel like he'd wake up at like 4:30 maybe? At the earliest??? I dunno. But I wake up at 3:20 in the morning (I'll let you guess what job I have lols) and I feel like if Bakugo didn't know his s/o had an early job and he spent the night only to find them gone at four freaking thirty he'd be like ??? Did they fall under the bed?? Were's my s/o?? I just feel like the surprise on his face would be funny, ya know? That leads me to my next head-cannon, Bakugo Katsuki probably (usually) falls asleep immediately and sleeps like a rock. Unless there's a scream or somn', man's wired like a hero what can I say?
Just saw a dog dad Bakugo thing and if Bakugo had a dog and I went over to his house, I would ALWAYS greet the pooch first. I’d be crouching down, arms wide and a big grin on my face while calling out the cutie and only after five minutes of pets would I look up to Bakugo with the most bland look I could muster before saying “oh, you’re here too” in the most deadpan tone. Then I’d laugh like a fool at his grumpy face because pissing him off is not a hobby but a lifestyle.
So… when people go to Starbucks, they sometimes use celebrity names, right? I saw this post on Pinterest (one of those older Tumblr screenshots) and this person said their name was Tony Stark and they ran into someone who called themselves Bruce Wayne. So that happens, right?
Okay, so, imagine you're working as a barista at some place and you get so many people telling you their name is a pro hero name. The amount of Dekus you have served this week is off the charts and you had no idea Shoto could shape shift into forty different people. In all honesty, though, it's funny and kinda the highlight of your week.
This one day, someone comes in and they tell you there name is Dynamight. Not only does the shy smile on his face tell you, no, it's not Dynamight, but like literally everything else does too. Okay, normal. You place the order and then take the next person in line. This person is also Dynamight. This has happened before and, to prevent confusion, you dub this person Dynamight 1.
The next customer is a stoic man by the name David. The two of you connect eyes, both inwardly laughing at the funny little encounter that just transpired. David is dubbed nice David, a name you mumble and the stoic man hums with joy, you think.
Anyway, after David is—well, a large, intimating man which wild ash-blond hair and sharp crimson eyes which are enhanced by his dark mask. You blink up at him, shocked for a moment before your eyes flicker to Nice David. You both share a look of shock before evil grins appear in your eyes.
Then Dynamight orders and you take his order professionally, not gushing or fan-girling—and not breaking down into a fit of laughter despite so badly wanting to. He gives you his name, a gruff “Dynamight,“ and you bite your cheek.
You take your sharpie—you've chosen orange for obvious reasons—and your write what some may consider your final words. You're optimistic and consider it funny. “Dynamight 2,“ you mumble and the man snaps his head around with such a bizzare, pissed off look you can't stop the laugh. You tried, which turned it into a snort and the rage in his eyes exploded (heh) at the sound. You hid behind the empty coffee cup, pinching your lips together as laughter prodded at your chest.
“The hell did you just say? You think that shit is funny?!“
You did. Then you realized he probably thought you were making fun of his recent drop from number one hero to number two. He was bitter about that, it was no secret. You cleared your throat, back to looking at Dynamight with your professional facade. “Sorry sir, it's just that,“ you paused, sharing a look with Nice David.
“Spit it out,“ the inpatient hero demanded.
You looked back it him, clearing your throat again as a laugh threatened to ruin everything. You laughed when you here nervous and it didn't help that you always found Dynamight's reactions amusing. But you had to keep it together, for the other, no doubt, embarrassed Dynamights in the room. “Well, I'm sorry to say, but Dynamight and Dynamight 1 have already been taken.“
“What?“
It was so short, so curt, and so blunt you almost laughed again. You saw the other two Dynamights flinch and you wanted to scream. What were the odds the real deal would come into the little cafe the same time as two of his fans? Ah, if you were them you'd be too embarrassed to get your coffee. But, since you weren't them, well, you were there to enjoy the comedy gold.
Back to Dynamight 2. The man still awaited an explanation, far too confused to be annoyed at your lack of action. You looked at the two other Dynamights who's eyes were glued to the floor. You looked at your coworkers, all of which were hiding smiles by showing their backs to the giant pro—busying themselves with work. You looked at Kind Dave, both agreeing this was one of—nay, the BEST thing to ever happen in your lives. You looked at Dynamight 2, a man so lost and so confused, so unsure of his identity.
“If you would like, I can use a different name.“
“Huh?“ That snapped him back to the present. “Hell no, I'm Dynamight!“
“Yes.“
“So use Dynamight!“
“It's already been used—“ “Then swap them!“
“I can't. That would just confuse the team—“ “Then I should be Dynamight 1!“
“That's already been taken.“
“Just change it from Dynamight 2, dammit!“
“How about Dynamight 3?“
Oh if looks could kill. “Change. It,“ he order slowly, lowly, and most definitely sternly.
You coughed into your hand to hide the laugh. “Alright sir, I'll change it.“
You assumed he was too angry to listen to your new name for him which was his fault actually. He could most certainly not blame you for what was to come because it was he who left you unsupervised and you lived off of the pain of others.
There were no other customers so, you had the honor of handing out drinks. It was with great joy you took that job and you, again with great joy, read the name on the cup out loud. “Dynamight.“
You saw the hero twitch. His scowl deepened and you would've laughed to yourself if you weren't waiting for Dynamight to show up. You looked at the small group, raising a brow when no one came. “Guess he left,“ you mumbled.
One of your coworkers mumbled a response. “I'd leave too.“
You both shared a small snicker.
Then the next order came up. “Dynamight one?“ you asked, fully aware that person has also slipped out.
That meant two free coffees for the team.
Next was “Kind David,“ you announced proudly.
The man, the myth, the legend walked up to your counter and, as the name implied, kindly took the drink from you, giving you a kind nod of thanks. You both shared a look of amusement before he left, giving Dynamight 2 a small nod as he passed.
It was time. You held the large black coffee with a hint of cinnamon and a helping of whipped cream in your hand. Dynamight liked whipped cream, who knew? You didn't look at the cup to read the name. No. You looked straight into Dynamight's narrowed eyes. He began approaching the counter, glare hardening in suspicion. You announced him and he bristled with anger, lip lifting up to reveal his pink gums as he sneered down at you. Such a large man.
“Number two!“ you announced loudly, cheerfully, and joyously.
Boy. You had never seen a face curl up like that. He towered over you and he opened his mouth to give you a pice of his mind. But you beat him to it. You leaned forward, mischievous glint in your eye. “Don't worry,“ you whispered, “you'll always be number one here, hero.“
And it was supposed to be a funny jab, you said it with a teasing look. It was supposed to make him snatch the coffee outta your hands with a glare. But, well, you couldn't control his emotions.
He grabbed the coffee, taking it out of your hand normally. He glared, a comparatively calm glare. “Watch yourself, shorty.“
And you let your mouth drop in a dramatic scoff, about to give his back a piece of your mind, then you see it. You freeze, mouth gaping in actual shock. The back of his neck and the tips of his ears were the slightest bit red. You thought you were seeing things. You rubbed your eye. Oh boy, you were not seeing things.
It was supposed to be a funny jab. You said it with a teasing look. But hey, if Dynamight got all embarrassed, that was fine too. “We'll be rooting for you hero!“ you cheered, again, mildly teasing.
He scoffed but you saw the blush grow on the back of his neck. He sent you one glare over his shoulder and your cat-like grin grew at the pink dusting his upper cheek. Then he left and the cafe was silent before you and your coworkers burst into a series of obnoxious laughs and giggles. You were not giggling, by the way, you were on the floor DYING and wheezing in an ugly, hilarious sort way.
Dynamight was an interesting guy.
Could you imagine if Bakugo Katsuki—little needy stinky boi that he is—was too shy to tell you how he really feels but he couldn’t STAND the idea of being a COWARD so he decides to confess to you in a different language. (I was thinking French cause he hears Aoyama speaking it and he’s all like “Yeah, I can speak croissant, whatever” but you think what you’d like.)
He confesses to you in this language, right, and it’s not just a simple ily or whatever, it’s this super cute super poetic confession he’s been working on for WEEKS! It would be a crime not to hear it, honestly, it’s so out of character and so soft and thoughtful—He says it to your back, mumbling it under his breath like an insult and you FREEZE because, unbeknownst to him, you speak this language and, unbeknownst to him, you also have a raging crush on his fine ass. So, unexpectedly for him, you mumble a response back—a cute little response to his poem and you do it in the language he’s speaking. He isn’t sure what you said, but he recognizes a few words so he KNOWS it was the same language he just spoke and—shjeiehdhrieeimxl! Please he’s be so blushy and embarrassed and so freaking cute!
Just saw this post and, just, Bakugo finding beauty in someone who isn’t afraid to stand for what they believe in. Even if you’re not some super powerful, insanely strong person—hell, if you’re weak, but you still will stand against the storm, ya know. You’re not afraid to fight, even if you know it’s a losing game. You have beliefs and you have those things you will never sacrifice, and instead of letting other people fight for you, you’re getting your hands dirty. You’d face the world to keep what you value.
Maybe, he’s thinking about how you’ fight to keep him too…
The same way he’d fight to keep you…
@miliwritesnow
Guys Deserve Flowers Too
Saw this post and it got me thinking…
Imagine see a handful of flowers that remind you of Katsuki. Imagine what they are but I was thinking of, well, Imma just collage it cause I don’t know how familiar with flowers y’all are…
On second thought, the picture is giant so I’ll put it…. so where else, maybe…
Anyway, you see these flowers and the kinda look like explosions and the flower lady tells you they (Dahlias) are stubborn flowers and they’re tough to kill so it literally is Bakugo Katsuki/Pro Hero Dynamight and now you HAVE to get them. So you do and you get a few others you think will look good.
Carnations last a long time when they’re cut, not withering as fast as other flowers.
Lantanas are cute little bundles of petals and the orange and red ones are so purty…
Course, you want some green in the bright conglomeration of bursting colors so you go with some leather leaf fern cause they’re big and refreshing.
You leave the shop with two bags of flowers and you’re beaming about them. The excitement kinda plateaus when you get home and realize you don’t have a vase big enough. You’re shocked by that fact because Katsuki’s bough GIANT bouquets for you before. You look everywhere and cannot find a vase.
Then you see one of the decorative jar things—ya know what I mean, right? It was black clay and you never understood why people would get something like that and just eat it sit unused. It just collected dust on a shelf full of other things that collected dust so it’s existence was an annoyance to you but Mitsuki bought it as a housewarming gift so…
Anyway, you used that. It was about time it pulled its own weight anyway, even if your husband would think you’re an idiot for using a decorative like that as a vase. You would argue that vases were a type of decorative and they were meant to be used but that didn’t matter.
What matters is you and the amazing bouquet just finished. Yaaasss! It’s beautiful, no doubt, because it made with l o v e. A fact you will rub in your snooty husband’s gorgeous face if he dares to make fun of you because that’s who we are, right?! Right.
He comes come and you greet him from her spot on the couch. He kisses your head as he walks by, mumbling a greeting of his own before he hops in the shower. You continue reading or doing whatever it is you like to do.
At some point in life, he notices the giant bouquet on the kitchen island and he stops. He didn’t buy those. The man narrows his eyes in thought, mentally going through all the important dates before deciding it wasn’t an important day today. Unless something happened that he didn’t know about. The man decided to probe.
“You got flowers,” he grumbled stupidly.
“Uh-huh,” you hummed absentmindedly, not giving him anything.
“Look nice.”
“Thanks.”
You looked at his back, giggling silently to yourself before looking blankly at your book when he turned around. You could see the confused look on his face out of the corner of you eye and it took everything you had not to burst into laughter.
“You get ‘em from that shop by the bakery?”
“No. They’re from a new place that opened up—by where the farmers market is. It’s a cute little shop.”
He stares silently at you before looking back at the flowers then back at you. You could hear the frustration on his face. He would cave in eventually. Bakugo Katsuki hated admitting he didn’t know something important and if he forgot an important date then it was worse. He wouldn’t ask, but, well, he couldn’t think of a single special occasion that happened today. So, he had to ask.
“Any reason for ‘em?”
You hummed softly, kicking your foot up and down before turning a page. You weren’t really reading but, well…“For you.”
Did he really forget something? But you didn’t usually buy him flowers except on his birthday and, even then, it was always simple and never this large. “Why?” he asked.
“Cause I kinda like you, that’s why.”
He made a face and you laughed at it, getting up from the couch to cup his pouty cheeks. He gently grabbed your hips, tugging you a little close as you look up at him with a soft smile. “They reminded me of you, that’s all,” you say, smiling growing when his ears turn a soft pink.
He doesn’t understand that sort of thing—how flowers could remind you of him. You know he doesn’t, so you explain it. As you speak, your hands move and your arms end up resting on his shoulders as you fiddle with your fingers behind his head. You feel like a schoolgirl with a big fat crush when he wraps his arms around you and gently sways, his red eyes lighting up the more you talk. It embarrassing and you feel like you’re on fire, but you wouldn’t mind burning if it was for him. Not like he’d let you burn. It makes you nervous and shy but you explain it anyway because he’s worth being shy for.
You tell him how stubborn he is and how resilient. How determined and strong he is.
You tell him how his touch lingers on your mind endlessly, how you live for the way you can feel him—can see him in the world around you even when he’s not there.
He snorts softly when you tell him how beautiful he is—how pretty his eyes are—and you puff out your cheek in response, pouting at his lack of faith. You ask him if he doesn’t trust you or if he never looks in the mirror and he mumbles that he trusts you more than anyone else in the world. So you tell him again, that he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever met. That the small moments you share with him make you fell close to bursting because you love him so much and you know he loves you too.
You tell him you love how he fits against you—how you fit against him. How safe you feel in his large arms and how protected you feel just by seeing him. You tell him that, after a long day, all you need is one hug and you feel so refreshed and loved.
It mushy and soft and lovey-dovey but you tell him all that anyway. You’re too embarrassed to look at him and he must share the same sentiment cause he buries his face in the crook of your neck, planting a few small kisses by your shoulder. You shyly press your face into your other shoulder, biting your bottom lip as your cheeks burn.
“Do you like them?” you whisper softly, gently fiddling with his hair.
He doesn’t respond, not for awhile. He seeks refuge in your arms—in the safety of your love and you let him. You’re more than happy to. Eventually he mumbles against you. You can’t hear him. You don’t really need to. You know what he said—what he meant. It makes you smile, makes you press his head further into you as you wrap an arm around his shoulder and hug him close. It’s the same feeling driving Katsuki to press his palm against your back and press you even further into himself. His other hand fiddles with your belt loop while he rests his chin on your shoulder.
“You’re an idiot,” he finally says and you snort.
“Whatever, dummy.”
“I should be buying you flowers, dumbass” he mumbles.
You know how grateful he is and you know that he treasures everything you said. You know he only said what he did because he thinks he has to work to deserve you and you know that, even if you told him no. It was you who was undeserving, he would never believe you.
He appreciates your words, you know he does, but he’s an actions kind of man and everything will always mean more to him if he sees your love. You know he sees it which is why he’s so shy all of a sudden. You’re feeling a bit coy yourself and bite your bottom lip, puffing out your cheeks as you do and you can feel the tips of your ears tingling.
“Yeah, well, guys deserve flowers too,” you breathe, “idiot.”
He snorts softly, kicking your shin lightly. “Idiot,” he parrots and you burry your smile in his hair.
It wasn’t until later in the week when Bakugo noticed the black paint on the substitute vase was running off due to the water and, well, you both had a great time trying to find that exact clay decorative in the store. It was a bonding experience, you told him. He called you an idiot but that was no surprise.
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Convenience
This is kinda suggestive so watch yo self, unless you don’t wanna...
Thinking about Bakugo and his pretty secretary. She wears very business chic clothes, mature and sexy as oppose to cute.
Suit pants that hug her--not enough to be innapropreate but enough to make it obvious she works out. Suit shirts that dip into her chest a little bit, not enough to be immoddest but just enough to drive Bakugo wild. Stilletoes. Just plain black stilletoes, nothing else. She does have a pair of black flats tucked under desk and a pair of pristine black sneakers, just in case. When she wears pencil skirts, Bakugo is just about sent to his knees. And if the way the freshly pressed fabric hugs her hips wasn't enough, she dares to come into the office with a pencil skirt that has a zipper going straight down her ass.
It's the convenience of it that really gets him. How easy it would be to just pull the top zipper all the way down, exposing her lacy black underwear to him. (He only knows because she bent down that one time and he saw it ON ACCIDENT! When he thought about it that night it wasn’t really on accident tho—)
It's the convenience, he tells himself as he watches her strut out of his office. She's beautiful and just so conveniently always apart of his day, that's the only reason he can't stop thinking about her. It's not because she doesn't put up with his shit and it's not because she's constantly defending him when sponsors say something sour about him. It's definitely not the worried glances she gives him when he comes back from patrol a little more banged up than usual—he'd like to bang her a little more than usual when she wears that stupid skirt—
It's convenience, he thinks. He knows her and she knows him. Its convenience, he convinces himself. That's all.
Definitely not whatever the hell his heart keeps telling him.