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I write fluff 🩷, angst 💔, hurt/comfort 💘, or crack ❣️.
I do not write smut, cheating, or sexual assault.
I do not write abuse or abusive dynamics between Bakugou and the reader. Abusive themes are otherwise okay (such as abusive backstories or witnessing abuse), with the sole exception of sexual abuse.
I only write gender neutral or female readers. I keep most stories race/gender neutral.
I only write romantic Bakugou x reader. Side ships with other characters may be included, but Bakugou and the reader must only be with each other!
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I have a Pomeranian dog on a Nintendogs + Cats save file named Dynamight and he acts just like Bakugo does to a T.
He hates every dog we see on walks (he apparently fears them lol). He's a stubborn pooch but he learns things quickly. He's small and LOUD and barks so, so much.
I took him to the cafe that has the cat named Precious and they're totally ignoring each other. They don't care about each other AT ALL. He just wanted to eat his food and go. When the cat tried to swipe their paw at him, he barked and ran away. It's sooooo in character...
I have literally no one else to tell this to. He's so Bakugou-coded it hurts.
hello so can u do bakugo x reader were he was announced as the number 1 hero so instead to him being in the ceremony he was proposing to the reader coz they promised in the last year in U.A. that she will marry him once he becomes the no 1
Thanks for the request and Happy Valentine's Day to y'all!
Promise
None of Bakugou’s friends could contact him right now. None of them even tried. They knew he wouldn’t attend the latest Pro Hero awards ceremony, even after he was finally announced as the number one Pro Hero himself.
But you didn’t know that. So you and Bakugou had both prepared for a grand night out for two entirely different reasons.
If Bakugou wasn’t your most trusted best friend and just about the sweetest boyfriend you ever had, his actions tonight might’ve alerted all the alarm bells in your head. Although Bakugou whooped, cheered, and laughed with you when you initially told him that he was declared the number one, Bakugou didn’t hold a fraction of that excitement for the ceremony itself. It made you wonder why you even got dolled up together on the evening of the event, but you were certain he would attend nevertheless. After all, he clearly cared about tonight (judging by his nervous excitement). But during your car ride later, all the turns Bakugou made didn’t lead anywhere close to the ceremony’s destination. Not only that, but his ‘agency lackeys’ kept blowing up his phone with increasingly worried texts along the lines of, “Where are you?! It’s almost time!” All of which he refused to answer. And you watched it all happen from the passenger seat of his Porsche.
“Katsuki, we’re gonna be late!”
“What? We’re almost there.”
“But we’re so far from the awards ceremony!”
“Since when the fuck were we going to the awards ceremony?”
Bakugou parked his Porsche at an oh-so familiar public garden overlooking the beach. Before you two dated, you mentioned this location in passing to Bakugou as some place you always wanted to see, but never found the time to. Somehow, Bakugou remembered. And so you visited this park on your first official date. But now, there were no visitors to coo at the beautiful flowers alongside you. The sun had already set. The crowds were already gone.
This was either going to be the happiest moment of your lives or you were going to find out Bakugou Katsuki was secretly a serial killer this entire time. One of the two.
Hoping for the former, you stepped out onto the parking lot pavement. Bakugou wrapped your fingers in his and then strode with purpose towards the park entrance, his eyes set on a specific location in mind with your high heels clacking behind him.
“I’ve been planning this since last year,” Bakugou said. “Back when we originally thought I was gonna be announced as the number one. ‘Course that didn’t pan out, but I worked my ass off to make up for it. So now you know I always keep my promises.”
“...Promises?” you asked. “What are you talking about? Why aren’t we heading to the awards ceremony? We’ve both been dreaming of this for so long!”
“You know why!” Bakugou said. “...Don’t you?”
Bakugou stopped. The streetlights illuminated his softer features. A small breeze brushed his immaculately picked tie that matched well with the finest suit from his closet.
The one he only wore for the most special occasions.
“...Dummy,” Bakugou said. “Let me remind you what we promised together.”
You gasped, covering your mouth with both hands. If Bakugou was trembling before, it was incomparable to his current jitters now. His little box with a diamond ring would’ve slipped from his quaking fingers if he didn’t have the mother of all death grips on it. Luckily, he practiced this exact move for hours and hours until he could do it in his sleep.
Fond, old memories came swimming back to you. You finally recalled what you had promised the boy. It was back during your carefree high school years together that you had already decided your answer to the inevitable question that Bakugou would ask next.
—
“You’ll marry me once I become the number one, right?”
“We’re still kids, Katsuki! We can’t think about that stuff right now!”
“Yes we can! What, are you allergic to planning ahead or something?”
“This is a serious proposal you’re making here. You know that right?”
“I know. I am serious. I want this, more than anything.”
“...Oh… oh, Katsuki…”
“I’ll be the best freaking hero you’ve ever seen. You won’t have to wait long. I won’t make you wait. Promise.”
“...Yes. Yes, okay. I will! I’ll marry you, you big dummy.”
I'm currently working on publishing the previous requests that were sent so I will not be accepting any new requests for an indeterminate amount of time. Thank you to all who requested a fic!
can you do a bakugou x reader where bakugou is sick with a cold and then the reader gets sick from him as a one shot fanfic please? i think it’d be so amazing in your writing style!!
Thank you so much for the great idea and the kind words! It took a while for me to work on it but I hope you enjoy!
Bedridden
This was the absolute worst situation imaginable, something you never could have dreamed of.
This couldn't be happening.
Not now. Not during this stage of your relationship, not when you had already built up so much trust and happy memories together.
Bakugou, for the first time in human history, was telling you NOT to cuddle him. Because he was sick.
“Are you sure?” you asked, sitting on the edge of his bed as he laid underneath the covers. “Not even one hug? I’m afraid you’ll get lonely…”
“You’ll catch my cold!” he snarled, his voice rough from his sickness. “Ya can’t do that. M’fine. Don’t worry about me…”
“I’m worried.”
“Don’t. Don’t worry. I’ll kick this cold’s ass, just you watch!”
Throughout the school day you texted Bakugou whenever you could, even hiding your phone on your thigh during class to secretly text him instead of studying. Bakugou being Bakugou, would scold you for risking getting caught by your teacher and refused to text you the next few times you tried to contact him. It was only during breaks did Bakugou contact you for the sole purpose of making sure that you were okay.
After the day finally ended, you visited Bakugou’s dorm room with all the homemade soup, store bought medicine, and undying love you could carry over. If anything could cure Bakugou’s sickness, surely it was that!
Bakugou’s hacking and coughing didn’t die off by the time you reached his dorm room. You served him plenty of forehead kisses in-between serving him spoonfuls of the soup. And of course, he chose to loudly complain about it.
“Let me eat my soup in peace!” he snarled.
“You don’t want my kisses?” you asked, poking your fingers together.
“S’not that,” Bakugou said with a sigh. “You’re gonna get sick for sure at this rate with how much affection you keep giving me. S’not good for you. I’m already planning out how I’m gonna take care of you when you get sick. And you will get sick.”
“Well, maybe it’s your fault that you’re so kissable!”
“Hey! Don’t blame this on ME!”
By the time he finished his soup you got ready to leave with the dirty dishes in tow but you noticed the most precious pout on Bakugou’s poor little face and it stopped you in your tracks.
“Something wrong?” you asked. “Still need something?”
“Are you gonna hang out with IcyHot after this?” he asked.
“Yeah! We were gonna continue watching this super cute romantic drama I’ve been trying to get him into! Why do you ask? Oh, did you wanna watch it too?”
“Hell no,” Bakugou replied. “How long are you gonna be gone?”
“We’re binging a bunch of episodes to get to the end soooo… I’ll probably be back by bedtime.”
Bakugou knocked his head back against the bedroom wall and groaned.
“IcyHot thinks he can secretly make his moves on you while I’m gone…” Bakugou grumbled. “I’ll kill him the second I kill this sickness.”
“Aw, sweetie…” You set the dishes down and walked over to kiss Bakugou on the forehead one last time. “He’s not doing that, I promise. And I’m not leaving you for him either!”
The pout from Bakugou’s poor little face finally disappeared.
“I’ll kiss you back when I’m healthy again,” Bakugou said. “Count on it.”
“I’ll hold you to that!”
But you couldn’t. Because by the time Bakugou healed over, you were the one lying in your dorm room hacking up a storm. With the roles reversed, Bakugou was now the one sitting on the edge of your bed.
“What did I tell you?” he snapped. “What did I tell you would happen? Hm? HM?!”
You coughed the cutest, saddest coughs. “Sorry Katsuki…”
Bakugou sighed and kissed you on the forehead. “At this rate, neither of us are ever gonna fully recover.”
“Awww… if we’re ever both sick at the same time, would it be a bad idea to cuddle together in bed?”
“We can still cuddle. But just heal over so that we can properly cuddle when you’re healthy again! And next time, don’t fuss over me so much. Then this wouldn’t have happened.”
“But you always fuss over me!”
“Do not.”
“Do too!”
“I’m not fussing over anything! I’m just taking care of ya.” He pecked your forehead. “Now eat your damn soup.”
With Bakugou fussing over you like this, you knew you’d get better in no time.
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Heyyyyy, how are you?? I hope your year is off to a great start!
I’ve got a request, if you’re up for it. I was wondering if you could write something like a Bakugo x reader where they’re besties or something, and the reader has a fear of loud noises and explosions. I’m curious how Bakugo would react to that because he's kind of a living bomb. (Not me projecting my ligyrophobia lol 🤡 it's been a rough month with all the pyrotechnics)
If it’s something you’re comfortable with, I’d love to see it! No pressure at all. Thank you so much 🫶🏽
Btw I really enjoy your work!!!🧡
I had to rewrite this one so many times because I wasn’t satisfied with the quality until now. Hope I wrote the phobia well in a way that was respectful! And thank you so much for your kind words, I really appreciate it and yes, my year is going well! :D
Unafraid
Everyone knew that Bakugou could always be found right next to you, the student with noise-cancelling headphones. Any of your classmates could note the irony of it, but they chose to note the sweetness of it instead (to Bakugou’s annoyance).
Bakugou glared at anybody who made too much of a ruckus in the halls like he was some sort of hall monitor in a past life, just so that nobody within a 10-mile radius would ever dream of disturbing you. The halls were quieter than Iida himself could’ve ever dreamed of. And the coziest, most secluded table in the cafeteria was always reserved for you during lunchtime, courtesy of Bakugou’s imminent wrath.
Maybe Bakugou was overdoing it. But he knew how serious your fears were and he wasn’t one to fuck around carelessly with things he gave a shit about. If anything ever bothered you, he’d destroy it. Plain and simple.
When the day ended, you always had a spot in his dorm room exclusively for you. Bakugou kept you safe in his bed while he occasionally ran outside to (quietly but aggressively) scold any loud troublemakers to pieces before returning to you and making sure you were still alright.
One night while cuddling in bed together with your (absolutely completely totally platonic) best friend, you decided to address something that had been on your mind for a while before you both went to sleep.
“Hey, Katsuki?” you asked into the darkness.
“Yeah?” Bakugou replied back.
“Am I ever too much for you?”
“Huh? What does that mean?” Though you couldn’t see his face in the darkness, he sounded like the question offended him personally.
“Like, am I ever a burden to you?” you asked. “You’re always taking care of me and I feel bad…”
“Don’t.” He poked you in the stomach. “You’re everything to me. I can handle ya. Don’t beat yourself up for it.”
“Katsuki…” you whined. “When you say stuff like that… you sound almost like a boyfriend…”
Even in the darkness of his bedroom, you still covered your face with part of his blanket, as to hide from your own feelings.
“...Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” he asked.
You wished you could’ve seen his face when he asked that question. Any hint of softness on his expression would’ve made it easier for you to respond with your true answer. Still, you managed to get something out.
“...Maybe I do…” you replied.
Bakugou huffed.
“I can do that too.”
You could practically hear the adorable smugness oozing out of his voice. What a nerd.
I don't normally post about real world news here because I kind of see this Tumblr blog as a relatively safe space to decompress from more stressful things in life and I know how important that can be in this day and age.
But I wanted to address some major events happening in the U.S. because if any of my readers are American, then maybe this should be said wherever it can be heard. From here on out there is a trigger warning for the stressful, political stuff that I'm about to talk about below and I will be adding a #politics tag too to any posts like this in the possible future in case that helps!
Back to the main point, I wanted to talk about how the U.S. government is allowing Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agents to repeatedly raid neighborhoods within its own country. They are disappearing innocent people, they are executing American citizens in broad daylight even when they are not a threat to the agents at all, and they are not ashamed about any of it.
This is an incredibly serious matter so if you are able please consider joining the national boycotts and general strikes that people are planning, including the national shutdown on January 30th.
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Boycotting companies and organizations that either fall in line with the Trump administration's demands or help enable their illegal raids on American neighborhoods can also help. One boycott that many people hopefully can participate in is the TikTok boycott.
According to AP News (link here), there are a lot of political news that are being censored on TikTok after recent changes, mainly targeting content that is critical of Trump or ICE and even censoring conversations regarding Epstein. And according to BBC News (link here), TikTok has also recently changed its privacy policy and can better collect its users' precise location data better than before. TikTok will also extend its tracking on how its users interact with their AI tools. This is extremely disturbing news (though to be honest, TikTok was problematic even before this) and you should not trust the current Trump administration with your privacy and data. I was already boycotting TikTok before this and if you are not off of it already, I think you should be now. TikTok does not deserve your time or energy, especially if it is helping with censorship.
ik most people headcanon bakugou as a girl dad but THINK ABOUT IT boy dad katsuki who just wants them to be polite cus he very much wasn't at that age... I'm going insane....
This request took a while because the fic turned out longer than expected but I hope you enjoy!
Bakugou as a Boy Dad
♡ Genre: Fluff
♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader
♡ Tags: Established relationships
You didn’t quite catch the start of the argument, only overhearing bits and pieces of it as Bakugou came home shouting at the youngest of your three sons. Something about ‘school problems’ and ‘getting into a fight’. These words were all too familiar within your growing family, which was only to be expected.
Each of your sons looked so similar to their father, just at different ages of his life. One was in high school, another was in middle school, and the last was in elementary school, but all had the same foul temper. So today’s argument wasn’t too much of a surprise.
You set the boys’ laundry basket on the living room floor and then headed over to Bakugou and your youngest son, who were still arguing around the front door.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“None of your business!” your youngest snapped as he walked past you.
“Don’t talk to your mother that way!” Bakugou yelled. He pecked you on the cheek as per Katsuki Bakugou tradition and said with a softer tone, “Baron Explosion Murder got into another fight.”
Ah yes, ‘Baron Explosion Murder’. That nickname for your youngest son never failed to annoy you, even at times like these. You were unofficially known as the ‘Explosion Murder’ family, with your eldest son being nicknamed ‘King Explosion Murder’ and your middle son being nicknamed ‘Lord Explosion Murder’. You were christened as a ‘Great Explosion Murder God’ alongside your husband. These nicknames were only used within the household for… obvious reasons. Per your demands.
“What happened this time?” you asked, rubbing Bakugou’s arm.
“Our damn son was annoyed at another student’s constant pen clicking in class today,” Bakugou replied. “Instead of simply asking the other brat to stop, he started kicking the other guy’s legs and screaming at him!”
You sighed, turning to your youngest son who had stopped in the nearby kitchen to grab some orange juice.
“What did we say about proper communication?” you asked him.
“Who cares?!” Your youngest slammed the fridge door shut. “Grandma told me that dad was the same as me all the time when he was a kid! You two are just being hypocrites!”
With your hands on your hips, you confronted your mini-gremlin. “We told you not to behave like that because we want you to grow up better than we did.”
“And to not make the same mistakes I did,” Bakugou added. He settled his hand on your back, to show his support. Your youngest son wrinkled his nose at this affectionate gesture.
Your youngest son poured his orange juice into a glass and quickly returned the carton into the fridge with another predictable door slam. He stormed past you both towards the living room couch, not meeting either of you in the eyes as he grumbled, “I’m not gonna be a carbon copy of mom…”
“Nobody’s asking that of you sweetie,” you said. “You can tell these other kids what’s bothering you without fighting them all the time and without being just like either of us. I promise you that isn’t what we want.”
Bakugou nodded. “It’s the last thing we want.”
“Jeez you’re like her puppy or something,” your youngest son said to your husband. “You’re always taking her side!”
“I’m on your side too dammit!” Bakugou snapped with a faint blush. “And what do you think you’re doing? You’re not watching any TV as punishment for what you did. And no video games or other stuff like what we’ve discussed before. Same punishment as usual.”
“But dad!”
“Don’t get at me with that crap. I want you to think about how you’re gonna apologize to that other brat by tomorrow. Got that, Baron Explosion Murder?”
“Tch… fine…”
“Oi, old man!” Your eldest son, the so-called ‘King Explosion Murder’, poked his head out from his bedroom, his frown and spiky hair a spitting image of his father. “Lend me some cash, will ya? I wanna head to the arcade with some friends.”
“Ask nicely!” Bakugou barked. “And say please! I ain’t giving you squat otherwise.”
“...Please lend me some cash, will ya?”
“Hmph! I’m giving you only a couple of bucks and you’re gonna like it. And say thanks to me! Don’t ever forget that part, King Explosion Murder.”
“Thanks, old man…”
Your eldest son came over to snatch the money from Bakugou’s open hands, before returning to his bedroom.
Your middle child, ‘Lord Explosion Murder’, stomped by and threw his All Might sweatshirt into the nearby laundry basket you had set down previously by the entrance. With hawklike reflexes, Bakugou snapped at him.
“Stop treating your mom like a slave!” he said. “If you’ve got the time, help out with the laundry yourself, Lord Explosion Murder!”
With a heavy sigh, Lord Explosion Murder hauled the laundry basket to the laundry room, his father keeping a close eye on him all the time. When he passed you, he muttered, “Sorry mom.”
“It’s okay!” you replied. “Thanks for helping!”
Soon after, you pulled Bakugou away into your bedroom for a private chat.
“You think this is gonna work?” you asked. “The punishment for our youngest, I mean.”
“You’re always too soft on them,” Bakugou stated. “I was too harsh on our two older sons. That’s why they all turned out so bratty. This time, I’m sure our teachings are gonna stick. I’d say we used a fair punishment on Baron Explosion Murder this time around.”
“Third time’s the charm, right?” you said with a weak smile.
Bakugou sighed, returning your smile with a small one of his own. “There’s still hope for the other two to become… normal.”
“Well I don’t mind if they still turn out a little bit like you,” you said, brushing your nose against Bakugou’s cheek. “You’ve become such a wonderful man anyways. I’m sure our boys will do the same.”
“Well I mind,” Bakugou said flatly. “I was hoping by marrying ya, our kids would take some resemblance to you. So what the hell happened?” Bakugou poked your stomach accusingly.
“It’s not my fault! Technically, it’s yours!”
“Technically it’s ours. So it’s still 50% your fault! Why couldn’t they just turn out freaking soft, adorable, and cute like you? If they were more cute and shit, none of this would’ve happened!”
“They are cuties… Even when they’re rage-filled dummies who get into trouble more times than we can count, they’re our cuties!”
Bakugou scoffed. “That’s what you used to say about me…”
“I’d still say that about you! I called you ‘cute’ yesterday!”
Bakugou pecked your cheek. “Say it more often then! Then I won’t forget. Duh…”
I don’t really like naming one-off OC characters so I gave the three sons nicknames instead… I hope these will suffice!
Whenever you and Bakugou were separated for an extended period of time, Bakugou made sure to call you regularly to catch up as good best friends should. With how much you chatted his ear off, it was like you were never really apart (though it still pained him to not actually see you). These precious phone calls became so ordinary to Bakugou that he almost didn’t catch himself when he made a slip-up at the end of a conversation one day.
“Alright, I’ll call you later.” Bakugou said. “Love you. Bye.”
Then Bakugou ended the call and returned to his weekly bedroom clean-up. It was only several seconds later when he was folding fresh black skull shirts from his laundry that he realized his fatal mistake.
“Shit shit shit shit SHIT!” he thought.
Bakugou paced around his room. He didn’t know what to do or how those words even slipped out of his mouth. Should he text you back and tell you he didn’t mean it (he did)? Should he play it off as a joke (he’d rather die)? Bakugou wished he could use his explosions to time travel several seconds into the past so he could smack his past self for being so utterly stupid. This wasn’t how his perfectly planned confession was supposed to go!
Then, his phone pinged. A new text from you appeared on his screen.
“Oh I didn’t get to say this before you hung up but I love you too Katsuki! <3333”
Bakugou’s face lit up with the proudest grin. Luckily nobody could witness it within the privacy of his bedroom. Well, he wasn’t gonna take his words back now!
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This was one of the rare days that Bakugou decided to accidentally pass out on the living room couch after coming home from work.
This was quite unfortunate. You had a strict need for cuddles that he wasn’t in any state to provide. Never one to be deterred, you tore a blanket from a nearby closet and draped it across your poor lonely shoulders as you forcibly slipped into a sleeping Bakugou’s arms. At the mere touch of your presence, Bakugou’s body automatically pressed further against yours, his arms curling tightly around you. Like you knew he would.
You threw the blanket outwards to cover you and him both, making sure neither of you was neglected to the cold. Then you settled your head onto his shoulder, because if he was heading into dreamland, then so were you! You wouldn’t let him go it alone. And when you two awoke much later, Bakugou knew you had some explaining to do, judging by his sleepy face later that evening.
“...When the hell did you get here?” he asked, voice slurred from the recent sleep. “Did I drag you over at some point?”
“Yes!" Your lies were accompanied by a ‘I’m totally fucking with you’ type of smile. “You were just so darn clingy, I had to oblige.”
“Well thank you then,” he said, kissing your hair. “Dammit, I shouldn’t have napped though. My sleep schedule’s gonna be screwed…”
You frowned. “Sorry about that… Should I have woken you up instead?”
“Nah, s’not your fault. You can join me if you’re feeling tired too.” He buried his face into your shoulder. “Ya know I wouldn’t mind ya being around me more often…”
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You had always stolen Bakugou’s hoodies. It was tradition.
However, one day you realized you couldn’t find it anywhere in your bedroom. A wave of guilt washed over you at the thought of losing one of Bakugou’s hoodies and you mentally calculated the cost of that hoodie and where to buy it if you had to.
You rushed into Bakugou’s nearby dorm room to search there for the hoodie when you saw it. On him.
“My hoodie!” you said, staring at Bakugou’s chest, which was now covered in said hoodie as he sat upon his bed. It even still smelled like you.
“Your hoodie?” Bakugou asked, folding his arms. “Don’t forget that I was the one letting you borrow it.”
“Awww… but it’s so cold today,” you pouted. “I really needed it back.”
Bakugou sighed. “...Did ya want me to–”
“No, it’s okay! I don’t want you to be cold either. It would be rude to take it back from you now…”
Bakugou scoffed. “There’s one easy solution to this that you’re not thinking of.”
Bakugou pulled you into his lap before dragging you further into his bed so you could properly cuddle. You snuggled into his warm chest, listening to his ever increasing nervous heartbeat as you clung to him.
If you couldn’t steal his hoodie, then you might as well steal the entire man! Duh!
♡ Genre: Fluff
♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader
♡ Tags: Established relationships
Once Bakugou overcame his initial nerves around you, he learned how to be more affectionate with his new girlfriend. But of course, he had his own “unique” way of expressing his feelings for you.
Admittedly, it was partly your fault. You told him about this recent trend online of couples, fictional or otherwise, biting each other’s cheeks. So naturally, he had to test it out when you were cuddling in his bedroom.
Bakugou nipped at your face again, his teeth clinging to your cheek briefly before he lost the damn thing.
“Stay still,” he said, not waiting for an answer.
He tried biting your cheek again.
“Katsukiiii!” you said. “You got your spit all over my face!”
“S’not that bad,” he said, roughly wiping it off with his hand. “You’re still cute. All good.”
“Ugh… you’re impossible sometimes…”
“Am not! When you say that type of bratty stuff, it just makes me wanna bite your adorable face some more.”
Feeling vengeful, you bit him right back. Your bite was much tinier and less aggressive than his was. But instead of looking offended or irritated like you wanted, Bakugou just looked so proud of you.
“Don’t tell me you enjoyed that…” you said.
“You’ve got some pretty sharp killer instincts, huh?” he said, smiling warmly. He kissed your forehead. “My little murderer in the making…”
“That’s not what I am! Katsuki! Ugh!”
“Just take the compliment, sweets.”
Another health episode came up for me so I couldn't write for a while. But I recovered a bit so I'm back to publishing what I can!
As Bakugou grew older, he lost some defined muscle here and there. He was just a bit chubbier than he was in his prime and if anyone would notice, it’d definitely be you and him first. He thought about it sometimes whenever you two stood in front of the bathroom mirror together, getting ready to start the day. You started noticing his frown more and more with every morning checkup as he looked in the mirror.
“D’you still find me attractive?” Bakugou asked, not really wanting any answer besides ”Hell yeah!”
“Aw Katsuki,” you said, “you know you’ll always be hot to me. You’re like the hottest hottie ever! I’ll love you no matter how you look.”
“Damn straight,” he said.
“Oh thank god,” he thought.
And don't you dare think for a second it wouldn't be the same vice versa!
♡ Genre: Fluff
♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader
♡ Tags: Established relationships
When it came to relationships, not many people expected much open affection between you and your new boyfriend Bakugou. Everybody knew what he was like. Everybody knew his stance on affectionate stuff. Everybody knew about his rage.
So whenever Bakugou treated you well, people were shocked. Even by just the bare minimum like how he never hit you, never screamed obscenities at you, or never insulted you, etc. You and Bakugou were shocked too, but for different reasons.
“They said that crap about me?!” Bakugou cried while cuddling you on the couch.
“...Yeah,” you replied. “I tried to tell them that of course you’d never do those things to me, I wouldn’t date you if there was even the smallest chance you would. But they were still surprised…”
Bakugou sighed. “Goddamnit. What kind of boyfriend does that kinda shit? That’s not a boyfriend at all. That’s a mortal enemy right there. Why would I date you if I didn’t even enjoy your presence? Waste of time to date someone you’re just gonna treat like shit. Someone you’ll just complain about all day long.”
“Weirdly enough, they started praising you afterwards. Said you were the kindest boyfriend for never laying a finger on me despite all your rage.”
Bakugou rested his head against yours. “That’s the bare minimum. The bare fucking minimum. They expect nothing out of me and are congratulating me when I exceed their minimal expectations. It’s pathetic! Well I’ll show them. I’ll be the best boyfriend they’ve ever seen… Hell, even if they don’t see it.”
“Awww! I can’t wait, Katsuki.” You playfully nuzzled his serious face.
“You won’t have to.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek. “And thanks for defending me. You’re the best girlfriend ever.”
You laughed. “But I’m the only girlfriend you’ve had.”
“So? Still meant what I said. You’re the only girlfriend I’d want anyways…”
“Get over here,” Bakugou said, glaring at you from across the bed. You had nearly scooched towards the edge of the mattress, dangerously close to falling off.
“You’re like a heater…” you whined. “No more cuddling for one night. Please?”
“WHAT?!” Bakugou looked like you told him to go jump off of a cliff. “The heat is not that bad! Just get over here!”
“No…”
You turned your back to him, hoping for a peaceful night’s rest. Oh how wrong you were.
Bakugou shuffled over to your side of the bed, muttering complaints as he finally reached your back.
He shook your shoulder gently. “Cuddle me.”
“Katsuki… no…”
Bakugou sighed.
“…Please?” His tone was surprisingly vulnerable. “If I take my shirt off, will that help? Just don’t wanna sleep alone without ya…”
You groaned cutely. “Fine, fine.”
He whipped off his shirt and you rolled into his strong arms. He exhaled contentedly, his face digging into your hair for comfort.
“This wasn’t so bad, was it?” Bakugou asked, his smile pressing into your head.
“If I die from overheating, it’s your fault. Remember that, sweetie.”
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Bakugou couldn’t believe it. He was being replaced.
There you slept in his bed, with someone else already in your arms.
Bakugou didn’t know what went wrong. You had just started sleeping together about a week ago, yet you had already grown tired of him. Tired of holding him in his arms as you two slept.
Your plushie had replaced him.
Bakugou glowered at you two while he trudged towards the other side of the bed, slipping underneath the covers to lay beside you. Since your eyes were already closed, you didn’t see him as you drifted off to sleep, but you sensed an extraordinary amount of malice emanating from his general direction.
He couldn’t sleep like this. Couldn’t sleep without your silly, clingy arms around him. Couldn’t sleep while staring at your oblivious self, all too content with falling into dreamland now that you had your plushie.
“Night Katsuki…” you murmured, barely noticing his presence beside you.
Bakugou sighed. “...Night, babe.”
“And goodnight, my sweetest plushie…”
You gave the plushie a kiss on its little head. Bakugou wanted that. Having been pushed to his limit, Bakugou grabbed your plushie by the throat and hurled it into a wall. You gasped, your eyes shooting open. You tried to get your plushie back but Bakugou tackled you, pinning you down with his body.
“My little buddy!” you cried, weakly. “No!”
“You didn’t need them,” Bakugou said with a sneer, his voice oozing with malice. His arms tightened around you. “Goodnight.”
“What?! You can’t just say ‘goodnight’!”
Bakugou kissed you on the cheek and then laid his head down to fall asleep.
“Katsuki!” You lightly slapped his shoulder. “How could you do that? You monster!”
Bakugou groaned and turned to glare at you. “They stole my spot! They were taking up precious space on my bed! They had it coming. Nobody takes you away from me.”
You huffed. “You’re so unkind.”
“...Do you actually want that bastard back?”
“Yes. They were my friend.”
Bakugou groaned, much louder this time and with intense frustration. He pulled himself off of you to lumber over to your poor plushie’s seat on the floor. He dusted it off and then threw it right next to you. You hugged it before he had second thoughts about returning it.
Bakugou returned to your side in the bed, intensely unhappy. “Can’t believe this. My own girlfriend betraying me. Unbelievable.”
“It’s just so nice to hug, Katsuki!”
“I didn’t ask,” Bakugou said, through gritted teeth. He flipped you over so that your back was turned to him and he pulled you into his body as a little spoon. “That thing better not touch me.”
