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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — 11:36 AM OR when you’re needy and he’s ready to help you. doesn’t mean he won’t have some of his own fun while doing it. (birthday special)

࿄ ! warnings - major nsfw. squirting. f!reader. kind of dubcon but not really. / note. hey… how y’all doing! i have no excuses this time lol. i also can’t promise i will be back! i couldn’t let this brew in my drafts forever, esp. on his birthday. but enjoy :} minors& blank blogs dni.

you: hey kats i miss you :(

you: katsuki? i need you

you sent those texts at around 11:36 am and it’s now almost an hour later, with katsuki being in a very important heroes’ meeting of some sort. now, katsuki never takes time or leave off of work only on the condition he’s practically spilling his guts onto the floor - and even so, he’d come in with his hands wrapped round his lower abdomen if he wasn’t chastised for showing up half dead.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary for you - you know, to text him all needy and sad. don’t get it all wrong, it makes katsuki’s heart clench to have to leave you to your lonesome when he’s busy and you’re not. he knows how you get when you get off your period and mixed when you’re also feeling poorly comes a combination of you feeling melancholic, sweet and also very needy. by the way, did he mention needy yet?

katsuki: what’s up with you? you ok?

his phone vibrates almost as fast as he tried to stuff it in his pocket and he inconspicuously looks down.

you: no… i need you :((

katsuki sighs looking at your texts, excusing himself from the meeting and giving what he’d consider sympathetic eyes to his friends before dialling up your number.

“you okay, princess?” katsuki frowns, “i know you ‘aven’t been feeling well these past few days but ‘m busy-”

“katsukiii,” you all but whine into the phone, mewling and he straightens up immediately at your voice, ears turning a cute shade of pink. oh. he knows this tone. he knows it all too well amongst the linen sheets of his bed.

“i know i shouldn’t be calling while you’re busy but, fuck, i need you, need you so much,” you gasp on the other side of the line, practically swimming in his bed, wearing only your cotton panties and a barely there tank top.

katsuki bites his fist, standing behind the conference room door, groaning quietly. “yeah?”

“mhmmm, i really do,” you simper, “you looked really good this morning an-and you smelt so good and… ‘m just really, really needy right now.”

katsuki should tell you to get a grip, dash some cold water on your face and put your fingers to good use but the way you’re moaning and whining across the phone is making all his blood cells rush from the rational parts of his body down to the irrational parts of his body.

“where r’you right now?”

“in your bed… just like how you left me,” you sigh, a pathetic and wanton lilt to your words. “all alone in this big and cold bed wishing my big, strong man would come home and give me what i deserve.”

your flushed face boyfriend all but snarls, teeth bared over the phone. “yeah? what d’you deserve, then, for interrupting me at work and and then begging me to come home and fuck you? cos that’s what you want, right? for me t’drop everythin’ and come running to you?”

“yup,” you hum, popping the ‘p’ and some rustling can be heard in the background. “well, ‘s your choice, really. i just… really need you, baby.”

you can hear katsuki’s deep breathing over the phone and you’re so certain you can hear the cogs in his skull turning, clicking as he mulls over this decision. he clears his throat, lamenting with a big sigh as if this is all one big inconvenience for him.

just at that moment, deku comes through the door.

“everything okay, kacch- dynamight? if you’re busy we can discuss this with you another time.”

“…‘m gonna have to head home for a little while… something’s come up. don’ wait up. i’ll be back as quick as i can.”

katsuki wants to bite you when he can make out the smile over your exhale through the receiver but you’re quick to hang up as deku reassures his friend in his naïveté, unknowing to the true purpose of his mid day return home.

when katsuki returns within 10 minutes since your call (usually it’s a 16 minute drive from the agency to home - pedal to the metal), you’re already on the couch, and your tank top does nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples and katsuki can see the shape of your cunt lips through your barely there panties.

no words are passed as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend, who kicks off his shoes and whose hands already at his belt as he stalks over to your seated body.

“how d’ya want it, huh?” you’re already moving back across the couch, legs spread.

“just fuck me please,” you whimper, “wan’ you to stretch me out with your cock.” you paw at his hips, at the waistline of his trousers that situate themselves in front of your face.

“you don’ want me to stretch you out first?” he muses, dropping down to his knees in front of your scantily clad pussy, thick fingers pressing on your covered clit and you hum, shaking your head.

“i can take it right now,” you gasp, and two fingers slip into your pants despite your protests at how you “don’t need to be prepped,” and that you “can take him right now.” alas, you shut up effective immediately when his fingers skim through your panties and straight to rubbing your hardened nub and you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed when two digits slip inside you, curling up only for a mere second and jolting your body along with it.

katsuki pulls his dampened fingers out, effectively taking off your panties with him. “your decision. don’t get pissy with me later when it’s sore, because ‘m not gonna have it.”

you shake your head defiantly, utterances of “i won’t” and “just please fuck me,” meshing into a slurry of words.

he grabs your face to look at you. “you promise?”

you nod and he frowns, smushing your cheeks slightly. “you better speak up and fast, because i ain’t got all day, princess.”

“i promish! i promishh.” the words come out muffled against the grip of his hand. your boyfriend takes the answer anyhow, because he gets up from off his knees to impatiently throw off his blazer, then down his trousers and pants in one swoop.

there’s a smug look on your face and katsuki can tell you’re trying to hide a triumphant smile. he wants to wipe it off your face so badly.

“face down, ass up, pretty lady.”

you throw yourself around without a second to spare and katsuki stuffs a pillow under your hips, slapping your ass in the process. at any other time, you would’ve scolded him for leaving a print. instead you moan and arch your back, clenching cunt on display for his hungry eyes.

“fucking minx,” katsuki grumbles, settling behind you and letting the weight of his mostly hard cock tap against your pussy, delving between your puffy lips and rubbing against your hardened clit.

you try to be good, try not to say anything that might make him want to punish you but you’re growing restless at what feels like hours of torture (hours being mere seconds that is) and you sniffle out a weak “katsuki, please…”

his heart clenches at your tone and even when he’s trying to tease you, he can’t help but feed out the palm of your hand. he also can’t help that his dick pulsates in his grip at the pathetic tone of your voice.

“don’t rush me or i’ll leave you like this,” he grumbles, and you both know he wouldn’t dare, and you’re about to protest, turn your head to spit defiantly at him but it’s much too late for that. he sinks in, weighty and thick and it knocks the breath out of you. you practically face plant into the armrest of the couch and your teeth bites into the cashmere fabric.

there’s something about not being prepped before that makes this so much more intimate and sexy for the both of you, but the impending realisation that you will be sore tomorrow dawns on you as you feel the heft of his balls press on you. he’s right to the hilt and you’re full to the brim, gasping.

neither of you can get a word out edgeways or sideways - katsuki leans down to wrap a thick arm around your neck and though he can barely see your face, he can feel the salty tears dribbling down his forearm and he can most definitely hear the wordless cries coming from out your agape mouth.

“this is what you wanted,” he hisses, nose in your hair, his wide body trapping you to the couch, “don’t you fuckin’ complain later- fuckin’, shittt,” he groans, pulling back out slightly and getting sucked in by your silken walls. the living room has gotten 100 degrees hotter and he wants to blame you so badly, but you moan out his name wantonly, one hand around his own that’s slightly bruising against your neck and he’s putty.

“hurts so good,” you finally get out, toes curling when the tip of his cock hits against that honeyed spot. “jus’- jus’ like that,” you slur, legs shaking and thrashing when you feel katsuki’s hand slip between your bodies.

all he can focus on is how fast you got sloppy for him, the conjoining of your bodies, if only fleeting, is getting to him, if the clench of his balls has anything to say about it. his hand finds your throbbing pearl and a straying pointer fingers rubs on it firmly in broad, confident circles, and you choke, eyes crossing.

your body stiffens and you’re not even sure you’re speaking a coherent language at this point, but you garble out something along the lines of “i love you,” and “i can’t take it,” and a contradicting “like that, katsuki.”

behind you, he’s thrusting even harder and rubbing faster at your clit, pressing down with ferocity and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, the tension in your bladder rising. even in the midst of a second, impending orgasm do you turn and try to kiss him, which he gladly accepts, tongue delving into your mouth and he inevitably hunches, grunting and huffing, red faced and shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you.

that’s when your second one hits, and it’s even heavier than the last, sprays of liquid hitting your boyfriend’s lower abdomen and you squeal, hips gyrating and katsuki doesn’t slow until you’re basically limp, collapsed against the softness of his sofa.

he kisses your head, pulling out and you gasp at the exit. no words are shared as he brandishes a damp cloth from somewhere - he must’ve gotten up in your daze, you didn’t even know he had left from behind you at all, and it makes you sigh, cheeks resting against the armrest.

katsuki cleans you up in typical, sweetheart fashion, passing you a blanket and your clothes like he always does after a romp, and it’s only when he makes you sit up so you can eat a banana and drink a glass of cold, fresh water do you say something.

“so i take that you’re not going back into work?”

katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and he looks away from you, pouting. you think he’s not going to say anything till he scoffs a short moment later, “…’s not like i had much to do today anyway… i’ll catch up with those idiots later.”

you don’t bite back your smile this time and he pulls you into his chest. “you better wipe that shit eating grin off ya face.”

“or what? you threatening me with a good time?” you giggle, wiggling your brows and he opens his mouth to bark back until you move your hips slightly and hiss.

“what was that?” he questions and you ignore him. he groans, swiping a hand across his face,“…y/n, i-”

“‘m not complaining!… but i would be lying if i said it’s not a little sore- hey!”

katsuki wraps you up in his arms, blanket strewn.

“what are you-”

“since ‘m taking the rest of the day off, might as well go clean up and have a bath… remind me to never listen to you again.”

“hey! it’s not my fault you’re such a brute,” you laugh as he kisses your face, walking up the stairs.

“not so hard!” you hiss in pain, “‘m sore!”

yeah. remind katsuki to never listen to you when you’re horny.

#bakugou #bnha #fic rec #ASKLDJSKJDF #im SO...this was sO.......AKSJFDG #cute and intimate and HOT #love the way you write op #it flows so well and the dialogue is so good!!#kissing your characterization of katsuki straight on the mouth

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gfguren · 10 days

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Kacchan doodles

#bakugou #bnha #art #the smile in the top one...#the lil hearts...#🥺🥺🥺

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gfguren · 10 days

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pro hero!bakugou x reader | fluff, a little bit domestic, a little bit intimate, a little bit suggestive? (not really) | cw: cursing, a very modest bath scene

-teaching bakugou to 'take'-

Thinking about the newly domestic give and take between you and Katsuki. It doesn't come naturally to him. He's hell bent on doing everything himself, at first. That's the way he's always lived after all - hyper self-sufficient, independent to a fault, and so goddamn stubborn about it all.

It makes you feel almost useless, his insistence on doing everything, not only for himself but for you as well. Honestly, you should have expected it; he was like that well before moving in together. Taking all the responsibilities on himself, wrangling you out of the way when you so much as try to help, because he "feels like it", or he's "better at it", or "just move, f'r I make ya".

But you were a guest in his house, then - so you let him have his way, bullheaded as it was. Now that you share a house - a home - you want nothing more than to take care of it, -him.

Though moving mountains would be easier than convincing him to accept it.

You try brute force, first. And it goes as well as you might expect, like throwing pebbles at a brick wall. Putting yourself between him and the dishes is just as futile; he cooked dinner, you should be the one to do this. It's only fair. Still, he takes it upon himself to pick you up and physically remove you from 'his' spot by the sink, ugly yellow gloves dripping dishwater all the way to the counter.

The floor is completely soaked by the time he plops you down on the countertop, as are your jeans, your flailing arms and exasperated "Katsuki!" having done little to deter him. Your mouth opens in protest but his hands, firm at your sides and eyes, red, and stern and definite leave no room for discussion.

So you try to 'talk about it', second. When his mood has cooled and he's feeling a little sweet. He usually is, when hero work has worn him down, chipped away at his fire until there's nothing left but his worn down bones and the aching desire to be enveloped in you - his head on your chest, your fingers in his hair.

He's nothing but mush in your arms by the time you bring it up, nearly two hundred pounds of limp muscle, eyes half lidded, and slow, warm breath. You think he doesn't hear you at first, more likely he pretends not to; but then you hear a half-hearted, "hmph". And you sigh.

"I'm serious, Kats." you rake your fingers across his scalp absently and he groans in appreciation, furling into you more. "You can't do everything, just look at you."

He peers up at you with one eye, an almost glare, more playful than anything; too tired for anything more. He huffs gently, warm breath across your chest when you don't back down. "We'll talk about it later."

'Later'; meaning never. Still, you don't press him. Not when he's so tired, not when this small moment of peace is all he allows you to offer him.

Ever predictable; there isn't a later, and he finds a way to avoid the conversation, in one way or another. Over and over and over again. You're at the end of your rope just trying to get him to listen.

Instead, you try a last ditch effort at patience, at compromise (usually a losing battle, with him); working him over, little by little.

And it works, mostly.

You find that, most times, you can slip past him while he's cooking to steal the dirty mixing bowls and discarded pans; wash them while he's preoccupied trying not to burn the chicken or fretting over cutting the vegetables 'just right'. That him doing the cooking is non-negotiable, but he'll let you help as long as you stop trying to kiss him while he's "tryin' to make y'r dinner over here, god damnit".

(Don't let him fool you, he likes it).

That it takes you far too long to realize how much he craves being asked for 'help', instead of your usual insistence on helping him. That when he feels appreciated and useful, he's almost eager to share the housework with you, looking almost boyish standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets, the tepid scowl twisting his pretty face betrayed by the blush creeping up the back of his neck when you hum a lilted, "Thank you, Katsuki".

Your strategy's not foolproof, of course; he's still quick to steal whatever you're working on once he's finished his, itching to make himself busy once more.

But it's progress.

Still, no matter how much you try, or how long you pester him, he puts his foot down at taking care of him while he's sick, while he's training or on patrol. Anything that could end with you hurt, or put you in harms way is a hard 'no' - always, always, always.

That's not to say he doesn't let you take care of him ever. Though it was more hassle than it should have been, getting him to just sit comfortable instead of disappearing into the bath for hours, or taking his frustrations out on his poor, battered training equipment.

These days, when he's had an especially tiring evening, he'll sink down into the sofa without you having to say a thing, let you press your fingers into his shoulders and down his spine until the knots unwind. That occasionally he'll let you take him by the hand even, coax him gently into warm water and vanilla scented bubble bath.

That he becomes particularly docile when you're massaging your flowery conditioner into his wily blonde hair. The scent of you - over his waist, around his shoulders, in his hair - it's almost intoxicating, and he wraps his arms around you, like he's desperate for more, burying his face in your chest; sighs like he's at ease for the first time in his life.

It isn't easy, teaching Katsuki to take - but when he lays down with you at night, his eyes are a little brighter, hands hold you a little tighter, a little longer than when all he knew was how to give, give, give. And when his lips find yours, and you can feel his smile against them, you figure all the trouble is worth it.

And when he rolls the both of you over til you're pinned beneath heavy thighs, impish grin on his lips and calloused fingers beneath your shirt, trouble and promise brewing behind his newly fired eyes, well that's just a bonus.

#bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #had to physically restrain myself from writing 'he could teach you a thing or two about taking' in the last line djshfd someone stop me #happy katsuki day to all my bkg girlies mwahmwah mwah 💗

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gfguren · 11 days

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"I'm proud of you, Bakugou."

#oh oh :((((#mind if i cry #bakugou #bnha #art

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gfguren · 18 days

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cannot stop thinking about first prince touya, cast aside in favor of his younger brother. they say he was born scrawny and incapable and unfit, they say he went mad in the fire, they say he's horrible to behold, miles of scar tissue rending his royal flesh. he has no allies at court, no one who attests otherwise.

still, he's due his rites as a prince, and you're given to him, a wife from an insultingly minor family, with no connections and family wealth that dried up centuries ago. your family is nothing, and touya will not gain anything from your union - no allies, no influence, which is the point. he is to be kept from power at all costs.

he is shocking to behold at first, you discover, but almost immediately you realize he is nothing like they say. perhaps because no one wants to look at him for long, they’ve missed how devastatingly handsome he is underneath the scars, the same angelic sensuality to his features as his mother and siblings. and he’s strong, not in the least scrawny, at least not anymore, hidden under loose doublets and trousers. and he is cunning, so much more capable and devious than anyone thinks him.

you learn very quickly your husband is more than they say, and that if he gets his way, no one will be saying anything for very much longer…

#so normal abt touya lately #even more normal abt this #definitely not insane over the thought of being doomed to marry the eldest prince you've met only through terrible rumours #or biting my fist at the thought of quickly realizing your new husband is so much more than anyone could have imagined #cunning and capable and devious and beautiful 😔#not fighting my demons over how much he deserves to experience love and kindness and care just like everyone else #that he deserves to let go of his anger and just BE #but also the fact that i think he's allowed a little mischief... a little power....... as a treat 🙃#touya #bnha #fic rec

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gfguren · 22 days

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amber amber amber!! i am dropping by with a few things i find pretty bc april is so very pretty to me! 🍞🌻💭🌷☀️🫧✨🌱💗🍓 how are you?? i hope the month is lovely to you 🥺

i also come back with a curious sel question 🤓 a more technical writing one but, what is your anchor point to writing a character like bakugo or shouto? what part of them do you like exploring and what quality of theirs stays the same to you across any universe you put them in? 🥺

sel sel sel!! im taking your gifts and carefully displaying them on my windowsill in the hopes that they brighten someone's day the way they did mine 💓 and yes! april has been nice and warm and lovely so far; i hope it's been the same for you 💗💕

also your questions are always so interesting! they make me take a step back and really think about my own writing. i think, when it comes to bakugou (besides the obvious which is him being eternally grumpy hehe), i also always make him a little bit whipped, a little bit indulgent, a lot a bit in love. i just think that when he's in love, he's in love y'know (though he tries his best to play it cool), and that he would prioritize his s/o, even at the cost of his own happiness and comfort.

i think that's why your recent ex bakugou blurb hit so hard, like yes he would break off the relationship if that's what was best for you, and yes he would blame himself instead of you, and yes! he would! be miserable and do nothing about it bc it wouldn't be fair to you otherwise :((

as for shoto! honestly, i find him a really hard character to write for; i have a few wips for him that'll probably never see the light of day, but he's always very dry and straightforward and a little lost? (affectionate) in them aksdjhf.

i'd be interested in your thoughts on him tbh, he's such a complex character i find it hard to really put my finger on what exactly makes him him if that makes sense??

#ty for dropping by sel ilyilyily ! 💕#asks #sel~

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gfguren · 24 days

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pokeguys

#naruto #art #the naruto one is soooooo cute 💓#and i love the way you drew ino 💕❤

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gfguren · 1 month

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bakugo scoffs, a slight ‘tsk’ as he rolls his eyes at the guy trying to hit on you at the bar. his gaze is dead-set on you across the room, watching in case the guy attempts anything funny. kirishima knows what’s going on, eyeing him from the side.

it’s that weird in-between of trying to find what you are to each other again—stuck in the middle of being friends and ex-lovers.

acting on it would be wrong.

he doesn’t have that right anymore.

he stews in his feelings, swallowing them with each sip of his drink. then he gets another glass, grumbling when kirishima elbows him to join in their conversation.

bakugo frowns all the way through.

he watches you smile at the guy (only politely, he hopes), the side of your cheek barely lifting and the corner of your eye untouched. it’s not the way you used to smile at him.

the conversation at his table goes on simultaneously with yours across the room, and he’s neither here nor there—part of both conversations, but not. it’s only when you shake your head, moving your hand in a gesture of ‘no, thanks’ that he abruptly looks away.

he focuses elsewhere: mina’s animated storytelling, the ice melting in his drink, your perfume the moment you’re slipping in the booth next to him. it’s unintentional, he knows—your thigh brushing against his, fingertips slightly touching as you set down your drink.

then you smile at him, a bit shy and apologetic, but friendly still. the corners of your eyes crease.

he downs his drink.

you’re better at this than he is—compartmentalizing feelings and seeing past his faults. always have been.

if he had only been more—

if he was only open to—

if he could only take it—

no. it wouldn’t be fair; he chose this for the both of you.

so why, why does he still look for the parts of you only he’d been privy to?

#bakugou #bnha #fic rec #it's not the way you used to smile at him #it's not the way you used tO SMILE AT HIM #*lays down and cries*#oh oh it breaks my heart how obviously in love they still are #how observant bakugou is #how he tries to focus on other things just to circle back to you #by your subtle movements #the little things that no one else would notice but HE does bc he's in love with you still #how he beats himself up about the past about his own behaviors and decisions #how he tries to rationalize it even though he just wants to be with you again :(((((((

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gfguren · 1 month

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thinking about katsuki finding out about that little crush you had on shouto since seeing close-ups of him during the televised sports festival—you were in high school then, too.

he shouldn’t care about it because it doesn’t matter, it was so long ago and shouto’s always been marketed as the pro-hero pretty boy—consistently top 3 most handsome, the front cover of magazines, all that.

this is to be expected, it’s what everyone’s been tempted to react like.

but since finding out, he’s been stewing in… in whatever this bubbling, throbbing feeling in his head means. he’s snappier than normal, face scrunched up more than usual.

and every time he sees shouto he wants to strangle the hell out of him.

#bakugou #bnha #fic rec #!!!!!!!!!!!!#jealous bkg makes me feel some type of way idkidkidk #he's sooooooo childish #it was just a lil schoolgirl crush #but he's over here dressing up and popping buttons and being handsy like it means something askldjfksdj #sel he when he when....#he slides his fingers over your waist 😳#the RING???? 😳😳#his perfume???? 😳😳😳#WOOF #'thinking of all the ways he could strangle and howitzer your former crush'#askdjhfjksdhf PLEASE #this might be my favorite thing you've written sel #im INDULGING 😌

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gfguren · 1 month

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My first post here and it’s TodoBaku with their new hairstyle :b

#bakugou #shoto #bnha #art #bakugou's suit...#and his hair #how did you make bkg's stupid spiky hair look so hot op??????#and shoto's 😳#the middle part i'm so.... he's so.....

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gfguren · 1 month

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he’s acing his PR lessons

#shoto #bnha #art #alskdhfkjdfh

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gfguren · 1 month

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Kiwi

#kirishima #bnha #cutecutecutecutecu #art

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gfguren · 1 month

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In which you remind Katsuki that he is a person.

After a long day of pro hero work, Katsuki had barely gotten through the shower before tiredly plopping into your lap.

The mattress bounces from his weight, your book rapidly thrown to the side as Katsuki topples onto you with no care in the world.

"Would've appreciated a warning, you oversized porcupine," you mutter hoarsely from the surprise. Nonetheless, you hum playfully, settling your hands over Katsuki's bare shoulders. The tanktop did wonders to his physique, as you could see every muscle, worked to perfection.

"Shuddup, woman," he growls, but your boyfriend wraps his arms loosely about your waist, deadset on keeping you in place.

"Funny coming from the big baby," you laugh, leaning forward as far as you can manage down Katsuki's back to massage him. His pleased groan vibrates over your legs as you drag your fingers over the planes of his back just the way he likes.

Little did he know, you were using these precious moments to ogle him without his cocky commentary. Any other day, his lips would part in one of his stupidly smug grins, leaving you with no choice but to veil it with your hand. It’d often lead to a tussle—with you, the loser, and him, always the victor.

"Was work good today?" You coo, finding a knot of muscle near the base of his neck and massaging into it slowly. It takes a long moment for him to answer, as you can feel his chest expand against your legs as he relishes in your touch.

"Fuckin' bratty kid nearly got himself run over."

"Oh?" You pause momentarily until Katsuki rumbles lowly in his throat, a nonverbal plea for the comfort of your touch. Your hands continue their caress. "Do share."

"Tried to run away 'cause his ma wouldn't let him have a toy." Katsuki scoffs. "Fuckin'...crossed the street without lookin'."

He falls silent, and you bend forward slightly to reach for the book you had discarded earlier. Setting it by your hip, you return your attention to your boyfriend.

"He's alright, isn't he?"

"'Course. I was there."

In any other situation, Katsuki would be cocky with pride, strutting his metaphorical peacock tail before being playfully praised by you. He'd brush it off, scoffing that it was an easy feat for the #2.

But today, he's a little different. He sulks, pushing his head into your stomach, awfully quiet. A quiet Katsuki can mean many things, and you have a feeling it isn't good.

"You did save him, but somehow I think there's a little more to this."

He tilts his head so a dull, crimson eye can take you in. "What a perceptive one ya are."

Rolling your eyes, you glance down at him unamused, waiting for him to start unprompted. After a few moments of eye contact, Katsuki sighs, relinquishing his grip so he can flip around on your lap. You lift your hands as he does so, resting them further up on his cheeks. His upside-down gaze darts over your face, your hoop earrings, and his eyelids shutter before focusing on the ceiling.

"Too damn close. It was too damn close. A second later—less than that—he would've been fuckin' flattened." Your blonde winces at his choice of words. Your fingers rub circles over his cheeks, and you hope he can feel the care with which you trace over his skin.

"Shouldn't be like this, damn it! I save people all the time, I beat the shit outta villains—still can't save everyone.”

A sharp inhale from him, like he has more to say but restrains himself, escapes.

You release a thoughtful hum. Katsuki snorts.

“What? Finally rendered ya fuckin’ speechless? What a relief.”

You smack Kat’s cheeks together, squishing them even as he growls, baring his teeth but harmless despite it all. You’ve long since learned his bark is bigger than his bite when it comes to you.

“I’ll be talking until your stupidly pretty head is covered in gray hairs,” you shake him, continuing before he can. “You’re a pro hero, Katsuki. A person. And people aren’t perfect.” You tilt his head up so you can look at him better. “You can’t be there all the time. Some people are just…unreachable.”

Your boyfriend hums a frustrated sound. It reminds you of your siblings, when you were little, fussing at not getting something they wanted.

“—But, when you are there, you make it count.” Brushing his hair back, you kiss his forehead. “No one’s expecting you to be everywhere at once, dumbo. Just to do your best.”

Katsuki is silent, but it’s nothing new. The gears in his head are turning, oiled by your words, and you’ve since learned to be patient in the meantime. For now, you’re content to run your fingers through his hair, the spiky strands folding under your touch.

You find it strange, how his hair manages to maintain its explosive, spiky shape in all seasons. He must take care of it, considering the softness that tangles between your fingers. Katsuki fully relaxes in your touch when you get to his scalp.

“...Thanks.”

Your smile is wide. “Of course, Kats.”

But your answer doesn’t seem to be enough for him, considering how he shifts to look at you the best he can. You still, fingers at home in his hair, as he takes you in.

“‘M gonna do my best for you—the best Pro and the best boyfriend.”

Snickering, you poke the corner of his lip. “And if you’re already that?”

“Nonsense. I’ve gotta be perfect.”

“But you aren’t perfect! And that’s okay!”

He glares at you, lifting his arms to rest at your sides. Then, his grin sharpens, and honestly, you should’ve realized this was bound to happen—

Katsuki lunges for you, aiming a targeted attack on your sides. You shriek immediately, squirming to escape his touch by sliding out from under him. Before you can, your boyfriend flips over to keep you still.

“How dare ya try and make me feel better, fuckin’ punk.” He says as you beg for mercy through your hysterics. Your voice can’t even form words, all your brainpower having been diverted to the feral need to keep him away.

That mindset hasn’t worked for the villains he’s fought, and unfortunately, proves futile for you as well. Pillows are kicked up, sheets disturbed from your roughhousing, and when Kat finally relents, you are nothing but human goo across the mattress. You feel his presence, triumphant over your limp form, and make one last effort to escape to the edge of the bed.

You crawl like you’re in the trenches—because this is nothing short of a battle that you are rapidly losing. Katsuki makes an ugly snort as he watches you try, and you feel awfully like the mouse under the cat’s paw.

“An’ where do you think yer going?” The soft mattress dips under his weight as he repositions himself, hands just under your arms as you continue your perilous trek.

“E–escaping.”

He tsks. “Nah. Need you right here.”

You yelp as he bundles you up in his arms right as you’re nearing the edge, tall on his knees in the middle of the bed. Bringing you closer to him, he gifts you a firm peck right on your temple. At first, you think this is the beginning of your well-deserved apology—but a second later the wind of him falling back into the sheets has you screeching his name. Katsuki’s laugh is infectious, though, filling the air as you lay on your sides.

You can’t even pretend to be mad at him. Between having this Katsuki, and the somber, melancholy one that had stomped into your house hours later, you’d prefer him as he is, right now.

He settles down, a small smile brightening his face. You lean closer to kiss him fully, enjoying his low hum as you nip at his bottom lip.

“You’re such a prick.”

“‘S a part of being the best.” He pulls you closer by your waist, and at this distance (or the lack thereof), you catch how his expression softens. “I meant it before. Thanks, f’being with me.”

You throw an arm over your boyfriend, rubbing over his side. You hope he can see the adoration in your gaze when you say, “Always, Katsuki.”

There is peace that evening, as you both bask in the other’s presence.

#bakugou #bnha #fic rec #this was so soft and sweet #i LOVE their banter #and their play fighting #it's sooooo domestic and cute

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amber!! it’s been way too long since i last dropped by!! i’ve missed you!! how are you??

now that spring’s here, i’m lugging in a GIANT basket of flowers of all kinds for you 💐🌷🪻🌹🌻🌸🌺!! + a curious sel question!!! — what’s your favourite thing to do during spring? what do you think katsuki's/shouto's/todobaku's is? 🥺

sellie!! im good! tysm for the flowers 💓💗💕

hm my favorite thing to do in spring?? i guess, i like to take my dog on walks in the park when it warms up a bit. sometimes i sucker my bf into coming too by making us lunch hehe.

as for bakugou - i think he'd also take advantage of it finally getting warmer; that he'd like to get outside and exercise after being stuck in the gym all winter! (that he'd bust out the compression shorts and tanks and he'd be soooo handsome and buff, and he'd show off more than usual bc there are people watching, and, and-)

and for shoto, i like to think he'd enjoy fresh flower shopping with/for rei, even though he has absolutely no eye for it dkjhdf. it's fine though bc he's kind and handsome, and the flower shop employees are more than happy to help 😏

#casually adding that to my prompt list idk idk idk #thank you for dropping by sel!#spring is my favorite season actually so i had fun answering this!#i hope your weekend is lovely 💕#ask #sel~

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bakugo can’t sleep until you’re home.

it’s weird and wholly unexpected of himself, staying up past the bedtime he’s spent his entire youth following. but then, he guesses, that’s just one of the things you’ve managed to affect in him.

there’s no reason he should feel this uneasy; you share your location and reply regularly. your last message to him was 5 minutes ago and you’d even sent a selfie.

he knows the people you’re out with, knows the place your friends have chosen to party in. there are plenty of reasons for him to believe that you’ll make it back home safely.

but there’s always that one probability, that one off-chance that something happens—that something goes wrong.

he shuts his eyes, turning to face the ceiling after an unsuccessful 30 minutes of attempting to sleep on his side. his breathing speeds up every so slightly, chest rising and falling in tandem with the thumps growing louder in his ears.

bakugo fidgets every time he blinks underneath his closed eyes—little zaps beneath his skin telling him to stay awake, stay alert; stay on his toes.

it must be the hero in him.

a large exhale, before bright red burns through the ceiling—he stares so intently at the space above him it’s a wonder a gaping hole hasn’t formed from it.

the pillow to his right is still empty, but it smells so much like your shampoo, his senses are playing tricks on him. comfort accompanied by worry.

he huffs out, finally getting up to slip his feet into his house slippers—a pair of fluffy orange he wouldn’t dare be caught in.

(but it’s from you, and it matches your black ones too.)

he paces around the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of cold water. the time on the wall reads 1:34 in the morning—he has to be up in 3 hours for an early start at the gym before patrol.

you’d told him he should go ahead and sleep but he can’t—he never can when he’s thinking about you.

a yawn escapes him, eyes watering. he might as well be productive and look over some of yesterday’s—

then you enter the door.

you’re a little bit of a stumbling mess as you turn the lock behind you, toeing off your heels on the genkan while holding onto the walls for support. you barely notice him until you spot those familiar orange fuzzy slippers in front of you.

“g’na fall over like this,” he mumbles, voice rough as he follows it with a tut, “stay still.”

before you fully realize it, he’s already kelt to the floor, cradling your ankle on his thigh with a gentleness reserved just for you.

“katsuki,” you whisper in surprise, “you’re still up.”

he hums, pressing his thumbs all over the sole of your foot before picking up the other.

“couldn’t sleep.”

he’ll spare you the details, the thrum of his heartbeat steadying, slowing now that you’re here with him. he yawns again, eyes starting to feel just a bit heavy. comfort and relief.

it must be because he loves you, he thinks.

#bakugou #bnha #fic rec #i lvoe this sel #the slippers 😭#the “stay still” and then massaging the soles of your feet #swooooon #oh and i love love love the second to last paragraph #how he's not tired at all #is pacing around and trying to busy himself with this and that #but the second he has you in his arms again he completely relaxes #is finally able to sleep bc he knows you're with him and safe and he loves you and wahhhhhhh 💕💓💗💕💗💓

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