Hihihi!

"I don't know what the fuck to do" Katsuki said, using his hand as somewhat of a visor for the sun.

"You have to look for the ripe ones" You looked up, you were crouched next to the strawberry plants, basket in hand.

The heavy rain had just stopped a couple hours ago, so plans were made for you and Katsuki to go strawberry picking.

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"Katsuki hurry up!" You shouted, car keys in hand.

"I can't find the fucking basket!" His loud voice echoed through the hall.

"I already told you, I have both of them" You sighed. He came speed walking down the hall, taking the basket from your extended arm. "Open your ears next time yeah?" You laughed, opening the front door.

"Yea yea, damn it stop talking like me." He grumbled, but he thought it was kind of cute anyways.

He quickly followed after you.

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"Is this one good?" He held up a dark strawberry.

"No, that one's too old, try a brighter one." You said, and he sighed.

"This one?" It was red, though it had a couple white spots.

"That one's not ready yet" He sighs once again, mumbling curse words under his breath.

"Baby, you wanna find perfect red ones, no white spots, no mold, just red." You look around, this field of strawberries wasn't all you hoped for. None of the strawberries were even close to being good. All of them were either molding, or weren't ripe.

"Babe, maybe we should head home and--" you turn your head to look at Katsuki, who currently has a perfect red strawberry in his mouth. "Where'd you find that one?" You laugh, and he looks at you.

"Errr, the plants?" He finishes the strawberry, putting the leaf stem in his basket.

"I'm glad you atleast found one, I can't find any. But don't put it in there just--" You cut yourself off once again when you see atleast ten stems in there. "Katsuki!"

"What?" He laughs "they looked too good to resist."

*sighs*

there’s a right and a wrong way to hold hands. you know this, because whenever katsuki extends his hand and you cup his in return, he frowns and releases tiny explosions from his palm—not big or intense enough to hurt you, just enough to tickle—until you’re giggling and readjusting your hands so that your fingers are laced together. he huffs to himself and then keeps walking, ignoring the way you tease him about being a romantic, much too focused on the feeling of your thumb is rubbing against the back of his hand, instead.

seeing how katsuki reacts when you call him bakugo

katsuki was a name people close to him could call him, like his mother, father, and you. others called him bakugo, his last name, as it was a sign of respect. he didn’t let most people get close enough to him to call him katsuki, but you were one of the people who managed to pass that line.

he eventually liked how his name sounded coming from your mouth, and preferred you calling him his first name rather than last, however, he would never admit it.

nicknames were fine for him too. he wasn’t bothered by his best friend, eijiro, calling him bakubro and explosion boy because he was comfortable with him, but his first name was reserved for you. you were the only one who could call him pet names, and again, he loved hearing nicknames come from your mouth, even if they were stupid.

like when you would pamper him, try to embarrass him by peppering his face in kissing while muttering ‘my little angel!’ he would pretend to be angry, rolling his eyes and frowning. he knew damn well he wasn’t an angel, but still loved it when you called him that. his heart would warm whenever you would call him kats, baby, honey.

you could always see what an effect you had on him when you called him nicknames, so eventually, you tried to test something out. how would katsuki react if you called him bakugo instead?

during break, you visited his house again because his parents invited you over for dinner. he immediately led you upstairs after you greeted his parents. katsuki’s room at his house was adorable, full of posters, books, and some all might figures on his desk.

so when he played video games while talking to you, you were in the middle of a conversation when you remembered your plan.

you asked, “y’know mineta was being a creep to mina the other day?”

he chuckled, laying on his bed next to you, “you want me to beat his ass?”

“i wouldn’t mind seeing that,” you laughed before staying silent.

a moment paused, but you groaned, “bakugo, i got a bad grade on my history test and i want to send an email to the teacher but i don’t know what to say!”

his hand stopped moving on his controller and the screen read ‘paused’ in big letters. his face was blank, but he side eyed you.

he glared, “what?”

you decided to take a step further by repeating yourself, “i said i got a bad grade on my test so i want to email the history teacher.”

he stayed silent for a second before staring at you, face to face. he mumbled, “the fuck did you call me bakugo for?”

no baby, no honey, no kats, not even katsuki. just his last name.

it didn’t make him feel good inside, made his heart drop. did he do something wrong?

you shrugged, “what’s wrong with it?”

he averted his gaze, softly stating, “don’t call me that,” he paused, “it has to be one of your dumb nicknames or katsuki, not bakugo.” he stared directly into your eyes with a serious face, “don’t call me that again, please.”

you paused, looking up at him before giggling, “it was a joke, katsuki! you know i’d never seriously call you bakugo, are you crazy?”

he reacted like his was extremely bothered.

he exhaled and frowned, huffing, “yeah i knew that,” he paused, letting out a fake laugh, “‘m not stupid…”

“you fell for it, kats!”

“the hell i did!”

feel like he would only let his partner and parents call him katsuki idk

He bought it at a thrift store

One day, you finally decide to join Katsuki at the gym. As soon as Bakugou walks through the doors, the place practically pauses. Everyone’s eyes are on him, some with smiles, others with admiring glances.

You grin to yourself, pleased to see it wasn’t just you who noticed the results of your boyfriend’s hard work. While you’re taking in the gym’s vibe, you hear Katsuki calling your name softly from where the barbells are.

“Come help me with my set.” He gestures over to where he’s standing, and you walk over quickly, eager to join him.

Katsuki plops down onto a bench, grabbing two barbells and setting them on the mat. He sits beside them, waiting with his usual impatient-but-soft expression as you walk over and slide your foot under the barbells.

You start a set of sit-ups, but when you feel Katsuki's hand brush against your thigh, you sit up with a sigh, beads of sweat already making their way down your face.

“God, I’m so unfit…”

“You’re fine, babe.” Katsuki leans forward, grabbing a towel and gently dabbing it across your forehead. “Look at you, though… sweating already.” He smirks, then adds, “Wanna help me with my push-ups?”

You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on your lips. “How am I supposed to help you with your push-ups?”

Katsuki grins, stands up, and walks over to return the barbells to their proper place. When he comes back, he lowers himself into a plank position and shoots you a look.

“Sit on my back. Cheer me on.”

You can’t help but laugh, crawling toward him with a shake of your head. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“You sure you want to miss this?” He hums, a playful challenge in his tone.

“Do I have a choice?” you tease, but you can't resist. Carefully, you crawl onto his back, crossing your legs and resting your hands gently on his shoulder blades. “Okay, here goes…” You say with mock hesitation, though your heart is fluttering a little.

“Hold on tight, baby, or you’ll fall,” he grunts, and you feel the slight tension in his body. Slowly, he lowers himself to the floor and pushes back up, without even breaking a sweat.

You sit there, completely entranced, as he picks up his pace effortlessly. The way his muscles flex, the steady rhythm of his push-ups—it’s almost hypnotizing.

“Where’s my encouragement, baby?” he calls out between reps, smirking.

Caught in the moment, you start whispering praises without even realizing it. “You’re incredible. Seriously. Look at you.”

“You better be cheering me on like you mean it,” he teases, not missing a beat.

You chuckle, your heart swelling with admiration, and give him a soft squeeze on his shoulder. “Okay, okay, you’re the strongest guy in here. Happy?”

“Good,” he says with a satisfied grin, pushing himself up again. “Now, don’t go falling off. I might need a spotter.”

God, you love your strong boyfriend—and all his ridiculous, charming ways.

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

calvins or nothing?

[nsfw-ish] ; bakugou katsuki x reader — domestic fluff, slight horniness, bakugou katsuki being a cute little bean (but also a sexy phenomenon), slight humor <3

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notes: this is inspired by the bad bunny x calvin klein ad that came out a few weeks ago. i’m ovulating and had this in my drafts. enjoy 😃

Your grumpy Pro Hero boyfriend—the one who hates cameras, hates media circuits, hates anything remotely resembling a brand deal—somehow got talked into doing an ad. That, in itself, is already enough of a shocker. The man rolls his eyes at the mere mention of Instagram. His idea of PR is grunting his way through one-word answers at press conferences.

So, yeah. When Katsuki says he’s doing a shoot, you're caught off guard.

The announcement isn’t even some grand confession—it’s a casual mumble, like he’s commenting on the weather. He says it while washing the dishes, fingers soapy, sleeves of his tee pushed up to his elbows, the evening news humming in the background. You're sitting on the counter, half-listening to the TV, half-watching the muscles in his back flex through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Gonna do a shoot in a couple days,” he mutters like it’s nothing. Like the sky’s blue. Like he’s not about to detonate your entire sense of reality.

You pause mid-sip of your water. “A shoot?” you echo, blinking at him.

He doesn’t even look up. “Yeah.”

You slide off the counter and walk toward him, disbelief coloring your voice. “Wait, seriously? You? Doing a shoot? Like… willingly?”

He finally cuts you a glance, eyes narrowing. “What the fuck would I joke for?”

“I don’t know! Because you hate this stuff?” You raise a brow. “Last week you growled at a guy just for taking a picture of you at the market.”

He scoffs, but the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smile. “Agent wouldn’t shut up about it. Said it’s a good deal. Said it’d make my numbers spike.” He grinds his teeth. “S’bullshit.”

You grin, stepping even closer, your hands brushing against the hem of his shirt. “So what is it, huh? Sportswear? A cologne campaign? Let me guess, something with black-and-white aesthetics, all ‘I’m brooding and mysterious and I could kill you but also model for Givenchy.’”

His glare sharpens. “I ain't tellin’ you,” he mutters, and then smears a soapy hand across your face.

You yelp, eyes widening in shock before laughing, pushing him back with a dish towel, and just like that, the kitchen descends into a sudsy, chaotic mess—water splashing, laughter echoing, and your annoyed, grumbly boyfriend cracking the faintest smile as you attack him with bubbles.

You forget about it after that.

He goes to the shoot a few days later, grumbles about how stupid it was, comes home smelling faintly of sweat and photo studio, and promptly takes a nap on the couch with his face buried in your thigh.

End of story—or so you think.

Until the ad airs.

And the entire world explodes.

You’re not even the first person to see it. You wake up to six missed calls from Kaminari, seventeen texts in a group chat with Amanai and Hanari, and three DMs from stylists you’ve only ever worked with once, all saying something along the lines of:

IS THAT BAKUGOU???
Please tell me that’s YOUR man.
why didn’t you warn me???

You groggily pull up the video link with one eye open, barely processing the thumbnail—just muted greys and harsh lighting—and then hit play.

And then the world stops.

The screen fades in, and the first thing you see is concrete—cold and industrial, metal beams and stark shadows. The lighting is sharp and stylized, the kind of aesthetic that screams high-end minimalism, and then—

There he is.

Katsuki.

In nothing but tight black briefs, leaning against a concrete wall, one arm behind his head, the other resting on his thigh. His scars catch the light. His tan skin looks like it's been kissed by some god. His abs—hard and defined, with that perfect cut down his sides—flex slightly as he breathes. There’s sweat glistening faintly on his collarbone.

And his expression?

That look. The one he gives when he’s about to fight someone and knows he’s already won. That heavy-lidded, lazy gaze that screams dominance and confidence. His jaw is tight. His mouth is parted just slightly, teeth catching on the fabric of his own tank top as he lifts it with one hand, revealing the full line of his torso—slow and unbothered, like this means nothing to him.

You gasp. You physically clutch your phone like it might explode in your hands.

Is this a fucking fever dream?

The ad keeps going. Transitions shift—now he’s outside, in some open-air gym setup, hanging from a pull-up bar in white briefs, his body tense and glistening, thighs flexing as he hooks his legs around the metal, inverted and still steady. The camera pans slowly, sinfully, down the line of his waist, his back muscles moving with effortless control.

You are floored.

And then—then—he’s sprawled in a plush lounge chair, still in briefs, arms behind his head, legs spread in that arrogant, casual way that only he could pull off. He’s completely relaxed, like he doesn’t know the entire planet is watching this ad and forgetting how to breathe.

You drop your phone on the bed and bury your face in your hands.

“What the fuck,” you groan into your palms. Your heart is pounding. Your thighs press together on instinct.

Katsuki, your grumpy, camera-hating, blunt-as-hell boyfriend… just dropped the hottest underwear ad of the year. And you had no idea what he was shooting until now.

You scramble to your feet, pacing your bedroom, mouth still open, heart pounding in your chest like war drums.

Your phone still lies face down on the bed, but you’re pacing like the floor might cave in. Your heart is slamming against your ribs, your body thrumming with something between disbelief and desperate, carnal desire. There’s a burn low in your stomach. A buzzing heat behind your eyes.

Because the ad isn’t done. It gets worse—so much worse.

The music shifts, something darker now, heavier—bass rolling like thunder. And then the screen cuts to him again. Katsuki. In jeans this time.

Low-rise. Washed-out. Loose around the thighs but slung criminally low on his hips.

And those goddamn white briefs are peeking out above the waistband like it was staged in a dream. His hand glides lazily over his stomach, fingers tracing the defined V of his hips, brushing right past the thick trail of hair under his navel. He stops there—lingers there—just barely grazing the hem of the briefs before his thumb tucks in, teasing the edge. His gaze flicks to the camera.

And he smirks.

Not his usual cocky grin, no. This one’s lazy. Lopsided. Something slow and dangerous that makes your knees buckle. Like he knows what he’s doing. Like he planned this moment for you and you alone.

You gasp. You clutch your chest. "Oh my God."

And then—as if that wasn’t enough—the music picks up and the scenes start layering: cuts of him against the concrete, muscles flexing under the strain of his pose; transitions to the gym, his thighs clenching, his expression loose with exertion; cuts to that plush chair, where he’s lounging like sin incarnate, and finally, back to the jeans, with his hand still teasing that waistband.

It’s not an ad anymore. It’s a weapon. A visual threat. A public sex dream.

You stand there, completely dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouth parted, blinking like you’ve been smacked upside the head with a wet towel.

And the comments?

Oh. The comments.

@takxmi291_: raw. next question.
@abersiw.3: Good lord what a great day to be alive.
@BIGPAPA.EJI: FLASH US ‼️‼️‼️
@numbber1.lemilionnn: giggling at 3am
@angelzkiss: GOOD GOD IM GIDJDJFNNFHDNDNDJDNCN🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦
@hyurhio008: YEP IM GETTING HIM PREGNANT
@Cello_Zumazz: damn now my screen's all sticky :/
@bpxrndeku: I FEEL LIKE A MAN IN THE 1800S SEEING AN ANKLE FOR THE FIRST TIME.
@lennysqqie: don’t be scared. take em off.
@dynazaddy98: i wanna GAGGGG on that huge COCK—
@stareandfanfic: look at em TITS AWOOGAAAA

You can’t even think. You’re vibrating. Your brain is gone. You’re standing there, still in pajamas, while your very private, very grouchy, very hot boyfriend just broke the Internet in his underwear.

You can’t let this slide.

So you bide your time. You wait until he’s home from patrol—freshly showered, hair damp and messy, wearing his black hoodie and sweatpants that clings to him a little too well. He’s sitting at the kitchen table now, chopsticks in one hand, steam rising from the shabu shabu you made. His brow is furrowed as he eats, and he's grumbling about how some new sidekick forgot to file a report properly.

You sit across from him with your phone in hand, not saying anything.

And then, casually, you clear your throat and say in a bright voice:

“Explosively warm, and snug. Dynamight wears the new Iconic Cotton Stretch. Now in stores.”

Katsuki freezes mid-bite.

His chopsticks pause, a slice of beef and mushroom still dangling, and you see it happen—the moment it registers. His shoulders stiffen. His jaw tightens. And then slowly, as if the food can save him, he stuffs it into his mouth.

You try not to laugh. You fail.

“What the hell, Katsuki?” you grin, voice breathless with amusement. “Why didn’t you tell me?! That ad launched three hours ago and I’ve seen your dick print more times than I’ve seen my own reflection today.”

He grunts. Doesn’t look at you.

“Honey, you looked insanely good. Like… I’m not even sure it was legal.” You lean forward over the table, voice dropping slightly. “You were so hot. And that grin?” You tap your phone. “That was cute, baby.”

His ears go bright red. A slow, creeping crimson that crawls up his neck to his cheeks.

He finally glances at you, scowling faintly. “S’just a stupid ad. Ain’t that important.”

“Oh, it’s important to me,” you murmur with a knowing smirk.

He huffs and looks away again, stuffing another bite in his mouth. But his jaw’s twitching. He’s so clearly flustered, you can barely take it. A tiny, pleased smile tugs at his lips even though he’s fighting it with everything he has.

And you realize—this is why he didn’t tell you. Because deep down, Katsuki knew. He knew how hot he looked, how big the reaction would be, how much people would thirst over it.

But more than anything, he knew you would look at him like this—like he hung the goddamn moon. And he wouldn’t know what to do with that.

“Sh’ddup,” he mutters under his breath, cheeks now fully flushed.

You grin like a wolf, biting your lip as you lean over the table, eyes glinting.

“No. I’m not gonna shut up. In fact, I’m gonna print out a poster. Hang it in the hallway. Right across from the bathroom.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he growls—but it’s soft. There’s no heat behind it. Just embarrassment and affection and that little smirk he only wears when he’s happy in spite of himself.

And you?

You’re head over heels in love with this absolute menace of a man. Horny and obsessed and ready to make him flustered for the rest of the night.

Later, the apartment is warm, and quiet, the soft hum of the city alive behind the windows—but in here, it’s just you and him.

The scent of the shabu shabu still lingers faintly in the air, and the clinking of dishes is rhythmic, almost soothing. Katsuki stands at the sink, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, forearms slick and glistening. His hands are buried in a sink full of suds, scrubbing out the plates he insisted on washing since you cooked.

You’re perched on the counter next to him, legs swinging slightly, phone in hand, face lit up with mischief and fondness. The grin on your face is damn near criminal. You can’t help it—you’ve been giggling all night. Ever since the ad dropped, you’ve been glued to the internet, reading every unhinged, thirsty, downright feral comment about your boyfriend. And oh, they are so good.

Katsuki grumbles under his breath every time you so much as snort at your screen, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. Not really. Because he secretly loves the sound of your laugh—especially when it’s because of him, even if it makes him wanna throw himself into the damn sink.

You scroll through your phone, eyes twinkling, then grin wider. “Should I read you the comments next?”

He groans. “No.”

But you’re already doing it. “@yoqnoak24 says: i’m wet, ready, and stretched out to g—”

Before you can finish, a wet, soapy hand slaps gently but firmly against your face.

“Katsuki!” you squeal, laughing in full as the bubbles smear across your cheek and jaw, eyes crinkling with delight.

“Fuckin’ brat,” he growls through a grin of his own, already tugging you off the counter with one hand on your waist.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders instinctively as he leans in, pressing a messy, grinning kiss against your lips. It’s hot, breathless, teeth clicking together for a second before he pulls back just enough to murmur against your mouth, “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

You’re smiling so wide you can barely kiss him back properly, giggling like a teenager. “Probably fuck me stupid, since you’ve already got half the world begging for it.”

“Jesus fuck,” he groans, burying his face in your neck. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the way his ears are burning where they brush your jaw. But he’s smiling. You can feel that too. It’s hidden, buried in the press of his mouth against your collarbone, but it’s there. That secret softness only you get.

“You’re the worst,” he mumbles.

“No,” you say, tugging gently at his hair as you press a kiss behind his ear. “I’m the best. I’m your number one fan.”

“Damn right you are.”

You laugh again, and he chuckles too—quiet, low, warm in your chest.

This. This is your life with him. This ridiculous, heart-melting mix of domesticity and chaos. You and him in your kitchen, covered in soap and laughter, still buzzing with the aftershocks of an ad he didn’t even want to do. You and him trading kisses like secrets, teasing and tugging, wrapped around each other like you’ve always belonged this way.

God, you love this man. More than anything.

And the best part?

He loves you back just as hard.

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

i'd like to take him for a ride-

Hey! Anon from the last ask. Sieun dating head canons. Like what would be his live language? How open he is to PDA?

dating hcs w/ yeon sieun

kdrama! yeon sieun x gender neutral! reader

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note: i just had the most sick experience on omegle 😭 but schools finally done woo!!!

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content: hcs

- STUDY DATES, OBVIOUSLY. - whenever you come to his house you def bring coffees - bc best believe that he's gonna stay up till, what, 2am? - all studying for his new classes in his new school :( - but don't be sad because you're there to support him - throughout everything <3 - but back to the study dates, lots and lots of back hugs from you to him - when he's hunched over you place your arms around him and squish your cheek into his - "you should take a break," kiss on his cheek, "it's been like an hour since i came and you haven't," another kiss on his cheek, "even gotten up from your seatttt!!" you drag out the last syllable in an attempt to seal the deal.. - bros got a heart of STEEL - "later.." he says, not even looking up at you. - brah... - BUT SOMETIMES HE DOES COMPLY TO YOUR WISHES!! :] - whenever he's not studying he's usually at your house with you - and you bet you make sure he does not bring that damn textbook with him - not in your house!!!!!!!!!!!! - but usually it's him watching your latest obsession with you - and it's not like you force him to or anything……… - LMFAO NO BUT he usually agrees - he wants to not only bc he cares about what you like but also he doesnt have much to contribute in that department SJSJS - but also whenever you're watching movies he likes to sit really close to you and lay his head on your shoulder - sobbing and dying literally the most heartwarming thing EVER - and when your heart is feeling especially warm you'll turn and kiss the side of his head <3 - sometimes he'll turn towards you and just stare - with those big adorable eyes of his&^%$* - just looking at you with expectancy... - till you get the hint and lean in with your hand on his cheek, giving him what he wanted - a little kiss <3 - he’s not very comfortable with pda but on the occasion he’ll be fine with linking pinkies !! - or sometimes when he’s feeling bold, he’ll.. get this.. completely hold your hand!!!! - interlaced fingers and all :,) - his favourite thing that you do is playing with his hair - obviously he’s very stressed a good majority of the time - whether it’s about the dropping grades or his friends.. - yk, dying 😭 - you’re always there to comfort him in a way that makes him forget about his worries, - and that’s playing with his hair :> - your fingers in his hair, - or at the nape of his neck <3 - his eyes literally flutter closed HAHA - and even when you guys are making out, your fingers in his hair - UGH its like pure bliss for him - the literal definition of butterflies in your stomach!!!!! - also movie dates !! - but like in the comfort of his room, with his laptop - you show him every single one of your favourites!!! - he falls asleep sometimes bc of how sleep deprived he is :( - but that just means lots of cuddles!!!! - (and kisses) - you’re really distracting him from his studies 😭

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