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Bakugo is absolutely the type of man to not only tell you to have higher standards, but to be higher maintenance, too. He wants you to demand more, set your expectations higher and challenge him. He loves you too much to see you settle for anything less than the best.

(Ignore the last one, I sent it without finding the one I did previously, sorry!)

Heyyy! This is my first time trying to Ask something, and ofc it's a request, lol.

Is there any chance you could do a Soft! Bakugou cuddling with the reader after patrol? Like, they stayed up late waiting for him, and they're both soft n sleepy? Could be during his school days, or while he's a Pro.

I love all of your work. Thanks for hearing me out!

Hi, sorry this took so long but I had college and then accidently posted then proceded to delete it unfinished 😅.

Sleepy Baku Cuddles - Bakugou X GN! Reader

It all started over a silly argument. In class 3A's common room you were talking with Deku about your quirk when suddenly your best friend Bakugou drags you away shouting at you for spending time with his "enemy". It ends with you both arguing and being annoyed with eachother as he leaves for his work study.

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It's 12.30am and Bakugou isn't back yet, feeling guilty about the argument, you wanted to wait to apologise for overreacting, however he's late, really late and you're worried about him. Staying up, anxiously watching the news to see if there's anything being said but alas no news. As you are dozing off in front of the tv in the dorm rooms, the door clicks open and you jump up. "kacchan?!" you spin around but it's just Kirishima. "Oh... Hey Kiri" you say dejectedly.

"Hey Y/N, you're up late, you okay?" he asks, going to grab a bottle of water. "Oh yeah Kacchan isn't back, I'm a little worried" you say looking tired. "Don't worry, I'm sure he's just held back a little, go to bed and he'll be back in the morning" He tries to reassure you. "I know but I think I'm gonna stay up for a little bit, just to wait for him".

"Do you want me to wait with you?" He asks with a yawn. "No don't worry, just head off to bed I'll be alright" you say, not wanting to keep him up. "Alright, only if you're sure, if you need anything, just wake me up" "I will do" He then leaves for his dorm room.

It is an hour later when Bakugou stumbles in the door to see you sleeping on the couch. "Tch Idiot" He says before he covers you with a blanket that hangs over one of the chairs, prompting you to wake up. "Kacchan?" you ask sleepily. "You're late" "I know, I had to stay and question the damn villain who wouldn't talk" he grumbles. "I'm sorry for today" you say sitting up on the couch. "Hah? What're you saying sorry for, it was my fault" He says looking confused but sitting next to you.

"But I overreacted, I get it that you don't like him and-" he cuts you off "Look I don't own you, you can hang out with anyone you want I just-" "I got jealous okay!" He whisper-shouts. "You got Jealous?" you ask very confused. "God you're really gonna make me spell it out?.... I love you dumbass, I don't want you to leave me okay"

"I... Kacchan I would never leave you for Izuku, we have been friends for years and I've always had a crush on you, even ask him, he's been trying to get us together for years, and he and Ochako are dating" You say, pulling him in for a hug. Cue confused Bakugou.

"So you're telling me, that you like me and I blew up over nothing?" He states, pulling away from you "Naturally" you reply. He slumps his shoulders "It's okay Kacchan, I know that you can be harsh sometimes but I knoe that you care for those around you... Even Zuku although you refuse to admit it" "I don't care for damn Deku..... I do like you though" He whispers "I know" you say as you pull him down to cuddle.

"What are you doing Loser?" "uh, cuddling? Y'know the thing that people do?" you ask with a tone. "The couch isn't very comfortae" He complains "Shut up and cuddle me". He grumbles but settles on the couch and pulls you on top of his chest and wraps his arms around you.

It's a bit stiff at first and He's scared to really hold you tightly but after a few minutes, you both relax into eachother and your brathing syncs up. Starting to doze off he looks down at you and whispers "I love you" thinking you are asleep but gets startled when he hears an "I love you too"

He smiles and Kisses your head, playing eith your hair, the blanket wrapped around you both, who cares of anyone sees you together.

Bonus

It's aizawa who catches you but luckily he already knew you two were going to get together and you're good kids (Bakugou literally goes to sleep at 8.30 and he is a huge nerd) so he'll let it slide this once, He may or may not also tell Hizashi but I guess we'll never know.

Another Bakugou Katsuki post

prompt; Bakugou's undying love for you ❤

Bakugou getting overwhelmed with adoration and love when he sees you. When he thinks of you he smiles.

Sending him random texts throughout the day has him melting more for you.

Getting so overwhelmed with emotion and awe when he's around you he sometimes squeezes you a little to hard during your cuddles sessions. Or when he wakes up in the middle of the night and glances at your sleeping form.

The urge to just call someone and scream how perfect his angel is!

He calls his Mom and Kiri to get the stress of not confessing out to someone out.

(And they know NEVER to speak of these moments)

Katsuki tells you get loves you in the softest ways possible.

He shows you in the hardest☺🥰

Yes so god damn greatful that your here with him, that your there when he needs you the most. And even when he doesn't need you, (which... quite frankly... he doesn't think possible) your always on his mind.

Buying a Tamogatchi for yourself and you need bakugo to watch it for you and he gets super attached to it

Omg STOP because I’m so obsessed with this idea.

Starts tweeting about his exploits with your shitty tamagotchi

New tweet from Dynamight: “Why is it always hungry?”

New tweet from Dynamight: “Why does it poop so much when I don’t even fucking feed it”

New tweet from you: “Baby you promised you were feeding him >:((”

And the internet is now obsessed with your newfound child🥺😂 fans tweet him back with hints and tips on how to look after it, or photos of their own little pets.

His sidekicks coming into his office to see him hunched in his chair with a scowl on his face, pressing away at the little buttons. The toy looks ridiculous in his massive hands but he makes absolutely no attempt to hide it as they try to ask him about patrols or their latest mission report.

It goes off in meetings and the room falls silent as Bakugou pulls it out of his slacks pocket. His PR team trying to get him to put it down and pay attention but he’s just like “yeah, yeah. Gotta feed this little shit real quick or I’ll never hear the end of it from the missus.”

And when you get home from work you lean over the couch to kiss Bakugou in greeting as you try to take your Tamogotchi out of his hands and he’s immediately holding it away from you with a pout, “We spent the day together you can’t just take him.”

“Katsuki, I bought him.”

“Oh, so you only care about him when it’s convenient for you, huh?”

And now you’re rolling your eyes as your grown boyfriend sits there clutching your tiny little Tamagotchi in his hands.

Your final straw is when he’s balls deep and the tamagotchi starts to beep, he has the audacity to pull out— his hard dick swaying as he waddles over to feed the demanding toy. Even though you’re telling him he better come back right now.

(He won’t ever admit he killed your first pet because he “forgot” to feed him.)

The first time you hug Bakugou he breaks down.

It catches you off guard as you move to pull away, worried you’ve overstepped some unspoken boundary. But you can feel the way he clings to you, fingers curling into fists against your shirt as he holds you tight. As though he’s worried you might disappear at any moment and he’ll lose your touch.

Bakugou isn’t used to these soft, intimate touches. It feels overwhelming and cathartic at the same time, as though his entire body has finally relaxed. Something inside him feels warm and he lets all those emotions escape him, clinging to you as he buries his face in your neck.

So you stand and hold him, caging his body against you as he dampens your skin and shirt with his salty tears, his breath warm against your skin as you reach up to cradle his head. Fingers stroking through the buzzed hairs of his undercut as you do your best to shield him from the world, from the pain and sadness that permeate him.

Now he doesn’t need to be ashamed to cry, to hide his emotions and keep them bottled up inside. Because you’ll be there for him to bear all, to open his soul and protect his heart.

Bakugo x my OC (name is Yuri, male)

This is pure angst. An idea ive had in my head that i need to write out.

My OC has a plant quirk, can create any plant from anywhere on his body.

WARNINGS: ⚠️death, mentions of blood⚠️

(The "best friend" in this is also my OC)

The white of the hospital room was blinding, and for a split second, Yuri thought he had died and gone to Heaven. But that couldn't be possible.

No way he would go to Heaven.

The room became less blurry, the disgusting hospital smell he always hated burning at his nose. His body ached, his limbs heavy and burning. He could feel the IV drip in his arm. His head felt like it was full of TV static, as he struggled to remember what was going on.

He sat up, dispite every inch of his body protesting. His eyes burned, a familiar sting, due to the blood that poured out of them when he overused his quirk. He was struggling to remember anything, but he heard a familiar, muffled voice from outside the room.

"Oi, get the fuck out of my way!"

Katsuki.

"Bakugou, you're not supposed to be moving around! You're really injured." He heard another voice.

"I dont care! Do 'ya think I'm weak or somethin'!?" Katsuki spat.

The voices felt so far away, Yuri's head filled with fog. He looked down at his hands.

They were blood stained.

Memories came crashing into him, clearing the fog. The battle, the blood, the screaming. He could have vomited, right then and there, if not for the fact that he hadn't eaten anything in a long time.

Kaname.

His very bones shuddered at the memory. His best friend. The person that always made him laugh. He remembered it so vividly, the friend he admired so much, dead in his arms.

Suddenly, his body was completley numb. Yuri ripped the IV out of his arm and stood. He was covered in bandages, but this wasn't the worst he'd ever been injured. He couldn't even hear Katsuki's yelling anymore, all he could hear was the buzzing in his head. He clenched his fists, fingernails digging into his palms.

His best friend was dead, and all he got were scrapes and fucking bruises?

Yuri's blood boiled, thorns poking out of his skin. His breathing became heavy, as he remembered his friend's smile.

Remember me, okay?

"Fuck!!" Yuri screamed. He began tearing the room apart, punching holes in the walls, knocking over the moniter, throwing the small green vase of flowers at the door. His quirk went off left and right, thorny vines and poisonous plants shooting out around him as he continued his tantrum.

The door swung open. Katsuki looked in horror as Yuri continued to tear the room apart. He was usually so calm, so level-headed. Usually it was the other way around, Yuri having to calm down Katsuki during one of his outbursts. He'd seen Yuri upset before, but nothing like this.

"Yuri, the fuck are you doing!?" Katsuki yelled, grabbing the smaller boy by the wrist.

"Let go of me!" Yuri screamed, voice cracking. Thorns grew at his wrist, piercing Katsuki's hand, forcing him to let go.

"Stop it! You're gonna hurt yourself!" Katsuki yelled again, not touching Yuri this time. He was at a loss, had no idea what to do. Yuri continued punching, throwing, not caring that his hands were being cut by glass.

"Why the fuck won't you listen to me!?" Katsuki reached out to Yuri again, but he smacked the hand away.

"Go fuck yourself! I dont have to listen to anyone!" Yuri screamed back, louder. His voice was raspy and broken. Thorns grew bigger, as did the mess.

In an act of desperation, Katsuki said,

"Is this what Kaname would have wanted?"

Yuri froze, jaw clenched.

"He would have wanted you to smile. To let yourself rest." Katsuki continued, stepping closer to the thorn-covered boy.

"The hell do you know? You didn't even like him." Yuri said, almost whispering..

"I know that he loved you. I know he would've hated to see you like this." Katsuki said, softening his tone.

"Yeah? Well he can't see me like this. He's dead." Yuri said, voice cold and harsh. He flinched at his own words. He knew Kaname was dead, but saying it out loud made it all too real.

"Oh my god, Katsuki." His voice broke, lip trembling. "He's dead."

Never, in all his time knowing him, had Katsuki seen Yuri cry. But right now, right in front of him, the small boy broke down sobbing. He was shaking, thorns growing bigger.

"He's dead. I couldn't protect him, and now he's dead 'cos of m-me." Yuri stuttered and sobbed.

Katsuki bit his lip, holding back his own tears. No, he didn't really like Kaname. But he didn't deserve to die. And seeing Yuri like this, the only person Katsuki has ever truly loved, broke him to pieces. There was nothing he could do, or say, that would make him feel better.

He took a step towards Yuri, who had fallen to his knees. Dispite the thorns, dispite the protests, Katsuki embraced him. The thorns hurt, of course, but he didn't care. Yuri needed him, needed to be held, needed to know that he was safe. So he said nothing, and let Yuri sob and prick him with thorns.

Eventually, the thorns went away. But the sobbing didn't. Yuri was now clutching on to Katsuki, crying heavily into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Yuri said softly.

"I know." Katsuki replied in a hushed tone, softly stroking the other's head. He was never this gentle, but Yuri needed it.

Eventually, the both fell asleep there, on the hospital floor, surrounded by shattered glass and tears.

Bakugo would definitely wear the "I <3 my girlfriend" shirt.

He's the kind of boyfriend that hates everyone but you, you're his special little baby. He hates physical touch but he would hug you, hold you, kiss you, every change he gets.

He's really protective but not possessive. He doesn't tell you what you should wear or not. Fristly because he trust you, but also because he knows how to fight...

He would cook for you. The whole class probably have begged him to cook for them. And he probably said no everytime. But he would prepare breakfast for you, and give you a piece of every meal he cooks.

He buys you flowers. And no only basic roses. No the man has taste. He would buy the most beautiful flowers because anything's good enough for his baby.

His hero training and school are really important for him. He's always focus on what the teacher's saying but that doesn't prevent him from holding your hand under the desk.

It's no secret that Bakugo has anger issues. But he would never dare getting mad at you. Not once he has yelled at you.

He's the perfect boyfriend. I don't make the rules. <3

just imagine make out sessions in your dorm with bakugo. the only light in the room being a dark purple from the single led light strip on your head bored. slow and soothing r&b music playing in the back quietly, love song by kaash paige on. you both are sitting on the edge of your bed, bodies twisted to the side to face each other. your hands on his cheeks and his at your waist, pulling you closer to him. your lips moving soft and sensually against each other’s, enjoying each other’s presence. he’s pawing at your sides, desperate and needy for more. you giggle and gladly let his tongue find its way into your mouth, the kiss is hot and needy, but yet it still remains slow. the heat emitting from his body and the way his tongue explores your mouth has your head spinning, lost in thought. the chorus to the song starts and you pull away, bakugo chasing your lips and whining when you hold his face still. you mouth the words, “and if we paint a perfect picture we can make it last forever, and you’re the only one i want to wear my orange sweater” he rolls his eyes and you laugh, moving his head with your hands as you keep singing. “i told you i am down for the worse or the better, but i keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters” you lean in and continue your previous make out sesh and he just smiles against your lips.

Gorgeous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he believed her because how could he not.

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

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

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Care

I couldn't stop thinking about taking care of Bakugo so, what started as a small little thought turned to this, enjoy.

Info: Gender Neutral Reader, Reader and Bakugo are Married, Not Sexual Showering, Not Sexual Nudity, Ass is Said but That's it, Pretty Little Fluff

After he's had a long, tiring day of saving people, welcome him home with a gentle kiss that lingers on his lips, a soft whisper saying ‟welcome back.‟

Gently press a kiss to his lips and stay for a moment as you slowly cup his cheeks. ‟Let's get you cleaned up,‟ you whisper against his lips.

Slowly set his bracers aside then grab his hand and lead him to the bathroom. Start the shower—warm steamy water—while he slowly peels his uniform off with small grunts. Tell him to get in and rinse, that you'd be back in a minute.

You bundle up his clothes, pausing your way to the laundry when he grabs your wrist and brings you closer, pressing a kiss to your lips before watching you go.

You throw his clothes into the washer before taking two clean towels and a pair of his sweats to put in the dryer—not starting it yet. Not wanting to get your pajamas wet, you change into an undershirt and small sleeping shorts before returning to the bathroom.

Bakugo stood under the water with his head down and eyes closed, today had been so tiring. And you knew it, not letting him dwell in the negative moments of today—not for too long.

His eyes fluttered open at the gentle hand on his arm, the arm guiding him to you. You offer a loving grin, one void of pity and he appreciated it, leaning his forehead against yours—you giggled softly when he mumbled a grumpy insult directed towards some fool that annoyed him today.

He held your hand, playing with your fingers as he watched you plug the tub. You instructed him to sit down while the tub filled with more steamy water—saying you would be back—and he begrudgingly let your hand go, gaze following you in the mirror before you disappeared from view.

You grabbed your favorite soap—one Katsuki loved a lot—before popping in to start the dryer. The ash-blond hadn't began washing himself, as per your request.

You returned to see the man you loved zoned out, his face twisting in a scowl at the thought of the no doubt pain in the ass coworkers of his. Humming softly, you knelt next to the tub, leaning over to turn off the faucet. It caught his attention, beautiful ruby orbs now focused on you.

You didn't initiate conversation (but was open to it if he wanted), letting Katsuki sit in silence as you gently massaged the shampoo into his hair. You couldn't help but admire the way tension slowly left his body—proud to be able to bring peace to your husband with only a touch of your hands.

You rinsed his hair before massaging conditioner into the ash-blond tufts, smiling warmly at the way his eyes fluttered shut. The message didn't stop there—you leaned over the side of the tub as your hands traveled to his shoulders, carefully kneading out the knots while washing him at the same time.

You would spend hours and hours making sure Katsuki was free of aches and pains but he surely wouldn't let you dote on him for so long—he rarely let you take care of him for even a second. This was a lucky moment and you'd take it gratefully, eagerly doing your best to show him how much you loved him.

You left him on his own again when you were finished. After switching back into your pajamas, you grabbed a pair of his boxers then grabbed the things from the dryer.

Bakugo stepped out of the tub when you asked, surprised to feel the soft towel was warm. He mumbled about it, receiving only a smile from you before you continued drying his hair. He could fall asleep on his feet, just as he was, right there, close to you and surrounded by warmth and love. You knew it too, trying to quickly finish so he could sleep but being careful not to rush things—you wanted to go slow enough that he would be able to relax and destress.

You were going to use the second towel to dry him but he had taken it from you before you could, setting it on your head and drying your hair—it was a little damp because of a few stray water streams. You giggled at the focused pout on his face, placing two palms on his bare chest and tiptoeing to plant a light kiss between his furrowed brows.

He cracked a rare smile before discarding the towel and dragging you to him by the hips. He was slightly damp but you didn't care, pressing into him as he leaned down—lips hovering just above yours. ‟Thank you,‟ he mumbled.

‟I love you,‟ you whispered, eyes fluttering closed when he captured your lips in a warm, tender kiss that returned all of your love and care.

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