— Katsuki Bakugou ⋮ 03 / 16 / 25. ❝ 𝓗𝑨𝑷𝑷𝒀 𝓑𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 ❞

I'm just plagued with the idea of kissing this man. p.jackson x reader

There was no helping yourself. Really.

How dare he look so cute while talking about his day, the usual sparkle in his sea-green eyes making it impossible to focus on anything other than him? The way he spoke—animated, casual, completely unaware of how effortlessly charming he was—only made things worse. And to top it all off, he had the audacity to let you sit in his lap, his arms wrapped around you like you belonged there, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You were supposed to be listening. Really, you were. But between the warmth of his body beneath you and the way his thumb brushed lazily against your hip, your resolve crumbled.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Percy paused mid-sentence, his lips twitching into a smile. “What kiss are you kiss doing?” he asked, words muffled against your lips as you stole another kiss—this time landing squarely on his mouth.

“Loving you,” you murmured, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, drawing it out just long enough to feel his breath catch.

Percy let out a soft hum, his fingers pressing a little firmer into your waist as he grinned against your lips. “Mm… can’t say I mind.”

You giggled, threading your fingers through his messy black curls. “Didn’t think you would.”

His hands slowly slid up your back, before he pulled you even closer. “You’re not even letting me finish my story,” he teased, though the warmth in his voice betrayed any real protest.

“You’ll live,” you whispered before kissing him again, this time slow and sweet, savoring the way he melted into you like he had all the time in the world.

If there was one thing about Percy Jackson, it was that he always made you feel like the center of his world.

And you’d kiss him as many times as it took to remind him he was the center of yours too.

Failed surprise

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUBBYY!! I LOVE HIM SM MUAH MUAH MUAH <33

Pairing: Husband! Bakugou x GN!reader

Summary: while trying to surprise your birthday boy didn’t work out the way you wanted it to you resort to cuddles !!

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it was Katsuki’s birthday and you had planned to get up and surprise him. You had bought banners and flowers for the special occasion but your aspersions were cut short by his strong hands having a cage-like grip around your waist that was impossible to get out of without waking him.

You tried your best to pry at his hands but failed as he started to stir. “Mmh” he groaned as you stopped all actions, scared he might wake up but lucky for you he stayed sound asleep; snoring slightly. Though his grip around you was still lethal.

Cursing under your breath you continued your useless efforts but this time waking him. “Baby..?” His morning voice laced with confusion made you wanna spend all day in bed with him, cuddling and kissing him as if that was all you could give him for his birthday. “Morning kat.. uh I gotta pee..” you gave a white lie, hoping it would finally set you free from his hold. “Mk” he groaned flipping to the other side and resuming his sleep.

You pumped your fist in the air in succession as you tiptoed your way to the closet where you kept all your birthday presents and decorations but didn’t get far before you heard Katsuki grumble from the other room, making you realize you weren’t gonna be able to set everything up before you got caught in the middle of making his surprise.

Forfeiting your plan, you figured you’d just do it later when he’s out or doing something that would give you time to put everything together the way you wanted to.

You copied the same actions as before and made your way back to the bed where you found a groggy Katsuki sitting up, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he scrolled on his phone shaking his head at the amount of media he was getting all because it was his birthday. “Hi hubby” you say in a low cheery voice, getting on the bed and kissing his cheek “Happy birthday..” you smiled sitting by his side and resting ur head on his shoulder, locking arms with his. “Psh, it’s not that big of a deal. I’m just a year older.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh cmon Kats, have some enthusiasm.” You grabbed his face, giving him kisses all over. “There’s No lack in enthusiasm with you is there” he joked pulling you onto his waist. you continued to smother him in kisses, your soft lips making sure to cover every inch of his face. “Okay okay okay” he tried to protest but failed.

Eventually you showed him mercy and allowed him to take his glasses off and lay back down. “I wanna sleep in” he muttered softly agents the back of your neck. “Anything for you birthday boy” you smiled as he hugged you closer.

Katsuki did end up going out with his friends later which gave you the chance to set everything up, and it didn’t turn out as bad as you thought it would. he loved his surprise, which he later described that night while he was getting his special birthday gift.

(Sorry if this was half-assed I got lazy, BUT I LOVE HIM SMSMSMSM.)

Could you please do a smau(or even fanfic If you have the inspiration for it. Go wild with this) with izuku who gets a little cocky overtime when he realizes he's actually hella attractive and reader drools over him 🙊

authors note - surprisingly i didn’t have the inspo to do a smau </3 i hope this met your expectations bby! 💌

flex for me // izuku midoriya

izuku flexed infront of the vanity he had gotten you not too long ago, for your birthday ‘just because’. he said his princess needed to have a pretty little vanity all for herself.

his hefty body taking up most of the mirrors view, and there you were, behind him. you laid on your shared bed, behind him. “well aren’t you feeling yourself” whistling as you took in the view infront of you. izuku chuckled, “gotta admire the body my girlfriend gets blessed to see everyday” he huffed out as he turned around, facing you with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning against the vanity, small compared to your herculean boyfriend. “getting cocky aren’t we?” 

you said as you placed your phone onto the plush duvet as you rolled across the bed, now on your back. looking up at izuku, upside down. he walked towards, leaning down and dipping towards your face, brushing your hair out of your face as he took in your features, “god, i’m so lucky” he practically muttered as he rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb, “i think you mean IM lucky, look at you!!” you turned around, propping your elbows up, holding up your body weight, as izuku peppered kisses on your face, your eyelashes fluttered as he gripped your chin, softly and considerately. 

“you look so yummy, i wanna take a bite out of your bicep” you nibbled onto his lip, as he chuckled, bear-hugging you and dropping you onto the bed along with him. izuku held you ontop of him, your back against his chest, as your strained your neck and turned your head around to take a look at izuku, he looked back at you with low-lidded eyes. 

“you should definitely flex in the mirror more, record it too so i can watch it on repeat” you muttered against him, his cotton shirt muffling your words. 

“whatever you want baby, im all yours” 

i LOVE BEING IN BED !!!!!! i love being all cuddly and warm and curling up into a ball and feeling tiny !!!!! this is what life’s about !!!!!!!!!!!

boyfriend!yuji itadori who loves you loudly. yup, none of that nonchalant shit. i’m talking gifts, bragging about you to his friends, having you as his wallpaper on all his devices—homescreen and lockscreen, photo in wallet… the list goes on.

yuji itadori who is super strong he could pick you up so easily! you know that one trend with sabrina carpenter’s song ‘slim pickins’? yuuuuuup.

yuji itadori who looooooooves staying in with you and cuddling all day. no missions, no errands, no nothing! this is the dream life.

yuji itadori who actually cannot spend even 0.0001 second away from you. how could he when his girlfriend is so amazing, kind, beautiful and loving?!

yuji itadori who tries to cook for you, but unfortunately he’s just not that good at it… his determination for other things make up for it though!

yuji itadori who loves organising dates with you :3 it’s his favourite activity! after, of course, actually going on those dates. the most recent one you guys did was a lego date, something both of you have been wanting to do waaaay before you guys even met!

yuji itadori who is always there to comfort you. no matter how small—from everyday life problems to aftermath arguments between you two. even though you guys argue, the night always ends with you in his arms. he is not letting you sleep without him by your side.

yuji itadori who is the dad to your plant children! he will literally water them and is the type to praise them as if they were humans.

“how’s my favourite shrubs today?^_^”

“look at you!! did momma trim you recently? you are adorable.”

“rosetta, you are glowing! it’s obvious who you take after!”

yuji itadori who admires everything you do. you could literally be vacuuming and he’s entranced.

yuji itadori who listens to everything you say, paying attention to every single detail.

“and then- are you even listening?” you pout.

“mhm. she made a wish while holding the dream house Matt made for her and turned back to her 13-year-old self, right? so what happened next?”

you smile, continuing rambling about the film.

yuji itadori who wants to spend his whole life with you. one time, he saw soooo many cute babies and children at the park; immediately he thought about you. usually, when it’s eepy time and you guys are cuddling, he’d mumble sweet words into your neck as he pecks you: ‘we’ll get married, and… and have as many children as you want! then we’ll raise them, and love them, and grow old together and-’

yuji itadori who just loves you so much, he’s a whole green flag! he tries his best to be the best for you, but little does he know you love him in all ways—flaws included.

finally living up to my name!!🙂‍↕️

͙͘͡★ divider by @cafekitsune 💐

he knows my shade / k. bakugo

he knows your makeup shades, brands, and preferences by heart!

the bell above the shop door chimed as you stepped inside, eyes lighting up at the familiar rows of skincare, blushes, and lip tints. you hadn’t expected to end up in a makeup store today, but when you spotted it on the corner and pointed it out, katsuki bakugo just gave a gruff, “tch. if we’re already here, might as well.”

you didn’t expect him to follow you inside. you really didn’t expect him to stay close by, arms crossed, eyes scanning shelves like he was on some kind of mission.

as you wandered over to the lipstick display, you heard him mutter behind you, “that’s not the one you use.”

you turned, brows raised. “huh?”

he pointed at the tube in your hand. “that brand’s too dry for your lips. you always use that other one—the one with the gold cap.”

you blinked. “you… noticed that?”

he looked away, ears tinting pink. “i’m not blind, dumbass. you always complain when your lips feel dry. that brand sucks.”

you bite back a smile and reach for the right one—your shade, your favorite brand. the one he somehow remembered down to the packaging.

you wandered a little more, grabbing a concealer, and without hesitation he said, “you’re shade 105 in that. you went too light last time and kept whining about looking like a ghost.”

“...”

“bakugo katsuki,” you said slowly, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. “how do you know all of this?”

he shrugged, still not making eye contact. “you talk.” he pointed at you. “i listen.” then pointed at himself.

your heart skipped.

he didn’t say it to be romantic. that was just him—blunt, rough, no-nonsense. but those four words said more than any cheesy pickup line ever could.

you reached out and gently bumped your shoulder against his. “thanks, kat. that’s actually really sweet of you.”

he grunted. “whatever. just hurry up before you end up buying the whole damn store.”

still, he stayed by your side the entire time—grumbling, yes, but you caught him sneaking glances at you every time you smiled at a new item.

and you knew, without him ever needing to say it, that he liked seeing you happy. even if it meant memorizing every shade, every brand, every detail just because it mattered to you.

as you reached the lip care section and immediately lit up. “ooh, they have new flavors! i’ve been wanting to try a different lip balm.”

bakugo followed behind, glancing lazily at the shelves “what's wrong with the one you always use?”

“i dunno,” you said with a shrug, twisting open a tester to sniff. “just thought i’d change it up since i'm always using strawberry flavor. maybe try this cherry one—”

“no.”

you blinked, turning to him. “what?”

he crossed his arms and frowned, a bit too intensely for such a tiny lip balm. “the one you use now tastes better. the strawberry one.”

your brain short-circuited. “i…i’m sorry, what?”

bakugo looked away, jaw clenching. “i said what i said. the old one’s better. that cherry crap’s probably gonna taste all artificial and weird.”

you gawked at him, warmth blooming in your cheeks. “wait…you’re actually savoring my lip balm tastes when we kiss?”

he tsked, clearly flustered now. “i’m not fucking savoring it, i’m just saying…i notice, alright? and that one—” he jabbed a finger toward the familiar pink tube you always used, “—that one’s the good one.”

a beat passed.

you broke into a wide grin. “katsuki. are you telling me you enjoy kissing me when i wore that strawberry flavored lip balm?”

“don’t make it weird,” he muttered, grabbing the old brand and tossing it into your shopping basket with zero hesitation. “just stick with the usual.”

you were still giggling as you walked toward the register, and bakugo, still flushed and fuming behind you, grumbled something under his breath about how you’re the one who kisses him first anyway.

after ringing up the products you bought, katsuki immediately beat you at paying as his card was already pushed on the cashier's hand. you looked at him in surprise but then blushed at his act of kindness—but to him, he just loves spoiling you.

when you thank him with all of your heart, he couldn't help but to feel warm in his chest as he literally watched you hoover him with sparkles in your eyes. and in his mind, he was sure he would do that all over again just to see you this happy.

as the two of you stepped out of the store, the little bell above the door jingled behind you. your bag was full of your favorite essentials—plus a few extras bakugo had thrown in with an annoyed scowl and muttered, “just get it already.”

he reached out and plucked the shopping bag from your hand before you could even blink.

“hey—!”

“i’m carrying it,” he said flatly, already walking ahead.

you jogged a few steps to catch up, a smile tugging at your lips. “you’re such a softie.”

“shut up,” he shot back, ears already turning red.

the two of you walked side by side, your free hand brushing his. when you slipped your fingers into his, he didn’t pull away—just squeezed gently, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

the city buzzed around you: people, traffic, distant music—but it all felt quiet with him next to you, warm and steady.

then, just as you turned the corner toward a quieter street, he suddenly stopped walking.

you turned to him, confused. “kat—?”

he set the shopping bag down for a moment, then leaned in and kissed you.

soft. quick. familiar.

but when he pulled back, he made a face as he licked his lips. “yep. that new lip balm would’ve ruined that.”

you laughed as you hooked your arms around his neck. “oh my god, you’re actually obsessed with my lip balm.”

“nah, not the balm,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you closer as you walked again. “just the way you taste.”

that shut you right up.

but the grin you wore all the way home? yep. he definitely noticed.

and if he kissed you again at the next stoplight just to prove his point? well… who were you to complain?

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©luvvixu2025

a/n: based on true story lol! i think this is by far my most favorite katsuki story that i wrote.

could you write a story about bakugou teaching y/n how to kiss?

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠

Thank you so much, hope you like it as much as I did! Don’t forget to drop any other requests you got in mind!

Every time Bakugo tried to make a kiss last longer than a brief brush, you pulled away. Not abruptly, but with subtle gestures: a slight turn of the head, a nervous laugh that broke the moment, an apologetic excuse about the time, the movie, the phone.

And of course, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew everyone had their own pace. Their fears. Their walls. And if you needed time, he was gonna respect that. Period.

Still, in his crimson gaze, always alert, the question floated: Why?

That night you were cuddled on the couch. A movie played in the background, the lights were low, a bowl of popcorn between you and a spoon buried in a tub of ice cream you were sharing. The atmosphere was chill, comfortable… until he noticed some ice cream at the corner of your lips.

"You got a little something..." he murmured, leaning in to wipe it with his thumb. But his eyes, intense as always, didn’t leave yours. And with a smooth movement, with that same confidence he always carried, he gently held your chin and pressed his lips to yours.

He was inviting you to follow… but there was no response.

You pulled back. It wasn’t dramatic, just a tiny space, barely a few centimeters. But for him, it was enough.

"Y/n..." he whispered. His voice was deep, rough, but controlled, like every word cost him his calm. "Something wrong?"

You hesitated. Swallowed hard, looked down. You couldn’t hold his gaze. And in the end, with a low voice, almost embarrassed, you confessed:

"It’s just… I don’t know how to kiss."

For a second, Bakugo went silent. He blinked, processing your words. And then, to his own surprise, let out a soft laugh—more like an incredulous exhale.

"That’s the problem?" he scoffed at himself, shaking his head for overthinking it so much.

"I feel like I’m gonna mess it up…" you said, biting your lower lip, insecure.

"There’s nothing to mess up, Y/n…" he replied sincerely. His voice sounded different now: lower, warmer, like he was talking to you from a place he didn’t show to just anyone.

You made a face, still not quite convinced.

"I’m gonna learn," you declared, more like a promise to yourself than to him.

"Oh yeah? And how you gonna learn?" he asked, crossing his arms, raising a brow with barely hidden amusement.

You went silent. You didn’t wanna admit what you’d already thought about. Didn’t wanna sound pathetic.

"Reading? Watching videos? Or worse… practicing with your reflection in the mirror?" he went on, and even though his tone had a teasing edge, it wasn’t mean.

"You’re making fun of me?"

"No," he denied, shrugging. "I’m just saying it’s kinda dumb… when you got me right here."

You looked at him, a little surprised, a little hopeful.

"You gonna teach me?"

He barely nodded, that half-smirk on his face that made you feel like you were the only person in his world.

"Who else, Y/n?"

"Now?"

"Now… if you want."

You didn’t say anything. You just closed your eyes and let yourself be guided. Because if you were going to learn, you wanted it to be with him.

The calluses of his palms grazed your cheeks, rough against your skin, but the touch was incredibly gentle. His thumbs stopped just beneath your cheekbones, drawing tiny circles, as if he was memorizing every detail of you.

The first touch of his lips was so light you barely noticed it. There was no pressure, no rush. Just the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

He leaned in again, this time with a bit more pressure. His lips moved slowly, teaching you the rhythm:

To the right (a soft glide).

A pause (his lips stayed still, letting you feel the heat).

To the left (firmer this time).

By the time he pulled away, his fingers were still on your face, his eyes watching you intently.

“See? There’s nothing to mess up,” he said, and his voice, for the first time, sounded almost… sweet.

His lips brushed yours again, slowly, recreating that warm, soft connection where time seemed to fade away. He paused there for a moment, breathing with you.

“I’m gonna use my tongue this time,” he whispered, his lips barely parted from yours. “Just a little. And when I do… don’t freak out. You don’t have to do anything right away, okay?”

Bakugo kissed you again, just as slowly, but this time his tongue barely peeked out, grazing your lower lip. It was a light caress, an invitation, not an invasion. He waited for your reaction. When you didn’t pull away, he did it again, firmer this time, running his tongue softly along the seam of your lips, asking for permission with patience.

“Open them a little,” he whispered, his voice soft between kisses. “Not much… just a bit.”

You did.

His tongue sought yours carefully, touching it, brushing it gently, guiding you.

“Don’t push,” he murmured between sighs. “Just follow me… respond.”

When you dared to touch his tongue with more intent, when your movements stopped being clumsy and became curious, he smiled against your lips, quietly, as if he didn’t want to interrupt your progress.

“Feel it?” he asked, his breath mixing with yours, his voice low.

The sounds —your muffled moans, his approving grunts— became impossible to ignore.

Your hands, which had stayed still at your sides until then, rose of their own accord. Your trembling fingers found his chest first, feeling the wild thrum of his heartbeat under the shirt, before tangling in the collar of his hoodie.

By the time you pulled away, both of you were panting. Not exactly from lack of air, but from everything that kiss had awakened. Your lips still pulsed with every rapid beat of your heart, and his looked slightly more red, wet, and slightly parted.

A strand of saliva still connected you, glistening obscenely under the warm light of the sunset streaming through the window.

His thumb slid slowly over your lower lip, wiping away the trace with an unexpected tenderness.

“Not bad for a first lesson,” he murmured, his voice lower, rougher.

You let out a nervous laugh, still trying to catch your breath, but didn’t look away. Not after everything that had passed between you in that kiss.

“And… what grade do you give me?” you asked, barely a whisper, unable to hide the shyness still trembling in your voice.

Bakugo smirked, his gaze intense and slightly mocking as he leaned in a little toward you, letting his breath caress your skin.

“A grade high enough to want more, Y/n,” he replied, his tone low and husky. “But don’t get excited, there’s still plenty more to learn.”

The gleam in his eyes was clear: he wasn’t stopping there.

• Masterlist

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

Imagine being Mikey's girlfriend and having so many teenagers giving you respect as if you're the leader of the number one biker gang in Tokyo.

Imagine how confused everyone in your school is when a group of bulky, testosterone filled, aggressive high schoolers come and bow at a 90° angle. You're staring with reddened cheeks because ???????????

But they're off to go to class without a word, muttering to themselves. Your classmates and friends are like: "dude what the fuck happened?" and you're like "I don't even know."

Then some fuckers come and offer to hold your bag for you? To get you lunch? Someone gave you their bento? And everyone starts noticing how it's only the delinquents that do it. Mostly the ones wearing the Tokyo Manji uniform.

If there's a Toman member in class, you bet your ass they'd threaten the teacher for you. Like "They got that answer right!!" and you're like "no!!! I didn't!!!"

You're so scared your teachers were gonna give you detention. Or call your parents to let them know their child had a gaggle of delinquents doing their bidding.

God, imagine if they call you a title. Like "princess" or something. I can't even think of a title suited for this. But like something cringey that gets you annoyed and the clueless people around you start having even weirder theories.

Biggest one? You're the Yakuza's daughter.

IMAGINE!!!! IF SOME OF THE TOMAN INNER CIRCLE WERE THERE SJSNSNSJKSKWKA

I'm imagining Baji and chifuyu laughing their ass off in the corner, on the floor, gasping for air. And when you notice them, you run and ask if they had anything to do with this.

Baji wishes and chifuyu was growing purple from lack of oxygen. You kicked at them and wacked them with your book. WHICH MADE THINGS WORSE BECAUSE YOUR FELLOW STUDENTS ARE SEEING U BEAT UP GANG MEMBERS. YOURE A RAGING MONSTER IN THEIR EYES NOW.

If the toman members see this, do you think they'd be afraid of you? They'd be shaking in their boots at someone most likely half their size and that couldn't even win an arm wrestling match.

You'd ask Baji and chifuyu to tell them to stop. They would very loudly call you princess and run away cackling.

I'm pretty sure in highschool, the inner circle go to the same school. I don't remember but Takemitchy, Hakkai and Chifuyu go to the same school right?

If you think Takemitchy would help, chifuyu convinced him not to. Anyone else there is just someone you couldn't get a hold of. And you just ended up ignoring the delinquents and going about your day. Which just made you look like even more of a gang leader, walking down a hallway with a blank stare while people around you bowed.

Some non delinquents call you princess and you're telling them that "no, it's a prank. A sick joke that my boyfriend is playing on me."

People realise very quickly why you were being treated like royalty when the school day ended.

Because lo and behold, The Invincible Mikey was standing at the gate, leaning against his infamous bike as he waited for you. People just stopped and stared, not bothering leaving the vicinity, out of curiosity and maybe fear.

You see Mikey and start stomping towards him, everyone holding their breath because 'the yakuzas daughter was going head to head with the captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang.'

But Mikey was smiling brightly, arms open for a hug as he made grabby hands at you.

You came close and kicked him on the shin.

I honestly can't imagine everyone's reaction. Stunned silence. It's a sense of doom I think. A sense of 'rest in peace'. But also, the utter shock and respect you'd just accumulated from your peers in a second. You had some mad fucking balls to do that shit. Even full grown adults wouldn't do something like that to Sano Manjiro. People were ready to join your followers and praise you.

The kick was weak by the way, Mikey didn't even flinch. He just looked confused and then you ranted to him about your day and suddenly he was fully relying on his Babu to hold him up. Because my god, was he laughing his ass off. He couldn't breathe.

If Ken-chin was with him, let's be honest he would be, the man would also be on his knees dying of laughter. Just...imagine every Toman member that's part of the inner circle.... laughing vehemently at you for this.

With grumbles and glares, you try walking home by yourself but Mikey is quick to pull you back into his arms. His laughter hadn't stopped but he was leaning on you now.

The way one sinewy hand was on your waist while the other was tangled in your hair...made it very clear what you guys were to each other.

It was a collective 'oh.....oh' moment.

Mikey peppered many apologetic kisses on your cheeks and you whined about how embarrassing it was and how people were watching. Unbeknownst to you, Mikey had slyly made eye contact with anyone staring and glared daggers at them.

Ken-chin then decided to stand in front of the two of you and throw daggers at the on lookers for him.

And as much as you wanted to push away, you leant into his kisses and let him give you one on the nose and forehead. He tasted sweet on your lips too and your arms were around his neck, pulling away to stop the boy from going overboard like he always did.

"I'll treat you to lunch to make up for it?" Mikey whisperer gently, eyes soft and lovesick.

"Promise to call a meeting and tell everyone to stop?"

Mikey snorted, "Yes princess."

The punch on his arm was a lot harder. Mikey made an exaggerated pained expression, snickering to himself as he pulled you in close.

"It's not like it's a lie, though. You should be treated like royalty and have everyone do your bidding."

The blush that rose on your cheeks made his heart flutter.

"Only you can....treat me like that."

Oh he's not letting go of you any time soon.

Bonus: Later on, when you meet Baji and Chifuyu...they call you princess and burst out laughing. You promptly throw both of your shoes at them.

I also feel like if the Haitani brothers caught wind of this, it'd just be the worst for you. They are the snarkiest motherfuckers.

𐔌 ✧.* ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || A compilation of her favorite nicknames that he rarely uses! 

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut or angst, short oneshot, dating au, soft bkg, words of affirmation, praise galore, 375 word count

It's the terms of endearment that make her feel like a flustered school girl on a random tuesday.

An accidental slip of his tongue when he spontaneously mumbles rare forms of praises — it doesn't happen often — but when it does... oh she goes crazy all right.

Like whenever their training and she finally manages to land a solid hit on him?

He grins, completely unbothered that you made his nose bleed.

"There she is... 'atta fucking girl."

Or whenever you solve a math problem correctly?

His crimson eyes scan the worksheet — zeroing in on the unnecessary long equation — giving it a quick once over before handing it back with an invisible smile.

Rubbing your head gently as his fingers caress every spot.

"Finally did it on yur' own hah? Good job baby."

And what about when you show him the little doodles you did in your notebook?

His focus seems to be all over the paper, admiring every little pencil marking and detail he could find.

"Didn't know ya' could draw, looks just like the real thing hun."

Oh! How could she forget his looks of admiration whenever she gave him an outfit of the day?

Giving him a small twirl to show off her new dress — one that he got from his dad's fashion line — only to get five more of the same style a few days later, but in different colors.

It happened so often, she had no choice but to confront him for overfilling her closet, yet his response always stayed the same.

"Hah? Not my fault everything looks great on you, princess."

But her favorite moments?

It's the ones where he speaks of her, when he thinks she's not there.

She didn't mean to eavesdrop — she truly didn't — but when one of their classmates brings up her name, asking him — in a joking manner — why he's always so calm with her, she silently listens behind the wall.

His voice remains unsteady and surprisingly tender.

"Because she's my girlfriend."

Nothing else had to be said.

Those three words could be considered nothing special for anybody else, but to her it held meaning, spoken as if her being his meant just that.

That her being his girlfriend was enough reason to be gentle.

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