I Think- I Think I Just Got Asked Out

bakugou with a girlfriend who’s always sleepy. says she’s not tired but he sees her droopy eyes and thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world, her words slurring a bit as she says “m just resting my eyes”

when he sees her start to slump a little bit, going in and out of sleep, he pulls her in and she immediately cuddled against him.

bakugou with a sleepy girlfriend please i need it.

pairing: bakugou x reader

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, implied smut? steamy make out session oops

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bakugou katsuki is, to place it bluntly, a work of art.

others would tell you otherwise.

the hothead with the telltale spiky hair of blonde was rough around the edges, unbelievably loud, paired with a temper that not even todoroki’s ice could cool.

his words came without a filter, and he’d say and do as he pleased no matter how it affected those around him.

so no, he was more viewed of as an arrogant son of bitch who had been blessed with one hell of a powerful quirk.

and yet, those little sketches of arrogance and snappy statements made bakugou katsuki, well, him.

again, bakugou katsuki is a work of art.

a fucking piece of art.

blistered with ashes and smoke, marred perfectly with his ambition shown through scarred skin and calloused palms.

red, red eyes that burn and scorch just like the explosions that emit from those hands. a deadly glare that could almost make people drop dead from the intensity of it.

so red that it rivals the fierceness of the sun, sharpened by his scowling face and the feral grin he offers.

his voice demands attention. undivided attention as it should be; arrogant and gruff. stupidly attractive.

and this piece of art? he’s all yours.

he’s so rough, sweaty palms aching from the work of the day grabbing ahold of your waist hastily.

you can’t even think. he’s too much, all over you at once with his blazing touch.

some of his touches are demanding, some of his touches are tender, but each and every one leaves a mark on your skin that makes you feel alive.

desperation like this strikes katsuki on rare days, but when these rare days do come around, it’s oh so passionate.

he’s home from a long day of patrolling and kicking ass, but the only thing on his mind since this morning is you.

it’s sickening but rejuvenating—the way he craves you like his life depends on it.

his lips are placing sloppy kisses on the expanse of your neck, trailing up your jawline.

“suki,” you gasp, hands scrambling at his shoulders. he had caught you off guard—you had barely registered the front door opening before he snatched you up.

he’s got you against the kitchen counter, and the edge of it is digging into the small of your back uncomfortably, but you really can’t find it in yourself to care about that—not when katsuki continues adorning your skin with his teeth and tongue.

“katsu-” you try again breathlessly, hands now trailing up his neck that tangle your fingers in his hair.

your attempt to properly get his attention fails—he takes your action as a plea for a kiss and his lips messily meet yours.

“mmph-!” and you meet him halfway like you always do, returning the force as you feel him run his tongue along your teeth.

the need to breathe makes you break away, and before katsuki can latch his mouth on you again, you tug on his hair.

he groans in response but finally relents, leaning back for you to lock gazes with him at last. (it’s so intense; the desire swirling within his makes you shiver.)

“what?” he snaps gruffly, terribly out of breath like you are. he’s eyeing your lips greedily.

“what’s-” you struggle to form words. (he almost smirks at that, but he’s a bit annoyed that you made him stop in the first place.) “what’s gotten into you-? sumthin’ happen at work? not that m’complaining…”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “nothing happened, dumbass,” he grunts, holding you closer. his skin glistens with sweat and there’s blush accompanying it, “just missed ya.”

and before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you again like you’re gonna disappear.

you tug at his hair again, but it’s to make sure he doesn’t leave you this time. not that he would; he busies himself with making sure not an inch of your skin is missed with his inspection.

you can’t help but squeal when he effortlessly lifts you up to sit on the counter, pressing forward so that he’s not touching you for even a split second.

your legs instinctively come to wrap around his waist and his hands seem to be everywhere at once.

“missed you s’much,” he gasps against your skin, “i’ll take care of ya, yeah?”

you nod pleadingly, lost in the scorching heat only bakugou katsuki can make you feel.

and bakugou katsuki is a work of art.

especially like this—all messy and madly in love.

like…. are you kidding is this a joke am i about to walk the prank ?!

Guys i think i forgot how to write proper sentences

scarfing down cookies to make my heart less hurty

Though he knows he doesn't mean this, Bakugou Katsuki regrets taking your virginity.

Not in a deep, emotional way, no. The night he made love to you for the first time was a wonderful night, one that he'll probably never forget. It was romantic and you were so, so good for him, letting him take care of you all night long. He didn't want you to lift a finger that night, he just wanted you to make pretty noises while you enjoyed yourself, and you definitely delivered.

No, no, Katsuki regretted taking your virginity because ever since, you've been absolutely insatiable.

As soon as he'd enter your dorm, you'd be on him, kissing him and humping his thigh and whispering about how much you missed him, missed his touch. Within minutes, your clothes would be off, and his cock would either be deep down your throat or pounding your pussy.

And at first, Katsuki loved it. Do you know how ego-boosting it is for your girlfriend to practically beg you for sex anytime you come over? But it quickly became... a lot.

At first you could only do one round. Then you wanted two. Then you began stretching on to three. And Katsuki has a decent amount of stamina, but with how long and how frequently you wanted him to fuck you, he was having trouble catching up.

And for a moment, he considers talking about it with you. Setting a boundary that and saying "hey, I don't think I can fuck you this much." He knows you'd be understanding, and he'd rather bring it up than push it aside.

But then, you're down beneath him, mouth open and drooling and making the prettiest noises, breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts and pussy tightening around him so addictively, and Katsuki never wants to stop fucking you.

saw your “I’m gonna retire from writing post”, and while that’s definitely a lol mood I do hope you’re okay. Your writing has been really fun to read and enjoy, so I hope you have the same joy I get while you rest from it. Best wishes

thank you 💜💜

amelia my love! I have a request, so I’m going to travel to visit family in Mexico soon. So I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for me. I have really bad flight anxiety and i have to drink some heavy anxiety meds that make me all woozy. So can you write on how bakugou would comfort his gf who is very anxious about flying. thank you sm I’m advance :) !!!

sending you lots of love and hugs lovely <3

i love you smooch smooch <3

I had to look up symptoms of anxiety (bc i’m not sure if i have it or not) but i really hope i did this right

Girlfriend that’s anxious about flying

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bakugou x fem!reader

He would try to make you as calm as possible the days leading up to your flight, trying to get you to cuddle with him, have you watch movies to take your mind off of it, make your favorite meals.

Your man bkg is riiich rich so you already know he has that private plane so that you didn’t have to sit next to insufferable strangers while you were already having a hard time.

Holds your hand the entire way. He just wants you to know that he’s there with you and as long as that’s the case you’re safe.

He will notice you start to get jittery before the plane takes off, bouncing your leg up and down frantically, and he will nest his hand on your thigh to gently get you to stop while whispering how “you’re doin so good, pretty. so good”

Once you seem to be scatterbrained he will take the liberty to let you pick out a movie, any movie you want to watch and he’ll watch it while holding you.

Once your movie is over however you are immediately reminded of your current situation but your so tired. And he sees your eyes fluttering then jolting back open desperately trying to not fall asleep. So he will tell you stories to make your mind feel at ease so you can finally get some shut eye

Makes sure that you’re drinking water and eating your food. He prepacked your favorite snacks for you to munch on because he’ll be damned if your anxious and hungry.

His poor girl just wants to get there already so she can get off this damn plane :( he’s never wanted to kill an inanimate object more than at this moment.

When the plane has some turbulence you’re practically shaking in his hold as you bury your head in his chest trying to make the bad thoughts go away. “‘S okay sweets, just a bit of turbulence we’re gonna be fine. Happens on all flights. Okay?” to which you nod your head still clutching onto his shirt.

When you start to feel nauseous he will personally escort you to the bathroom and just be there with you in case you do throw up. (he is NOT letting you throw up in one of those barf bags they give you. yuck.)

Overall he is very good at taking care of you when you get like this because it’s apart of his boyfriendly duties 😤 and he just wants the best for his pretty girl.

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@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki @loving-katsuki @ariavaana @melaniebakugo

I HAD TO REQUEST ANOTHER ONE ♡ NO RUSH BBY , YK IM PATIENT ♡

Bakugou katsuki and - "shielding their eyes from something scary" on the ways to say I love you!!

I can't handle scary movies or a lot of blood at all ♡ I can imagine he's really dulled off to that because heroics in contrast !!

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selection :: list no.5 ;; prompt 24

warnings :: very brief mentions of violence and blood (the word ‘blood’ used once), gn!reader

a/n :: thank you thank you for sending a prompt in pretty, honestly thankful you sent one in i’d love to somehow repay your kindness. honestly you got me through that exam season, can’t thank you enough so i hope you like this <3 i’ll do the other one you requested lovely, promise :)

˗ˏˋ event ! ´ˎ˗

he does it so often you swear it became a reflex of his.

katsuki’s arm keeps you close to his side as his fingers trace up and down your arm, leaving a trail of warmth with each distance they travel across your bare skin. it’s an absent-minded action, one that eases him into a clear train of thought as you snuggle into him under a blanket on the couch.

“don’t look, babe, the next scene’s bloody.”

his tone is calm, as if the skin-crawling screams and cries the TV emits weren’t something that poked at his interest or distress signals. it’s the type of unbothered someone reaches after being exposed to something for long, and the numbing that comes as a result. there was nothing more gruesome than what he’d encountered on the path of herowork— that left no space for softness or faint heartedness.

yet, katsuki can’t help the way his calloused hand flies from your arm and gently pushes your head against his chest, letting it rest there as his hand hangs before your eyes.

the action is simple, but it doesn’t stop you smiling against him as you shift your head, just until your face hides in the toasty warmth that is him.

“thank you, katsu.”

his fingers graze your skin once more, this time on the side of your face.

“can’t risk nightmares, even if your stubborn ass decides to test fate.”

it’s a pleasant thing to hear him speak, head still as you hum with a little laugh. “my hero.”

katsuki scoffs at the title, hiding a little chuckle. “mhm, i’d better be.”

had you taken the risk and looked up at him, you would’ve been able to notice his own looking down at your figure. katsuki’s eyes weren’t quite his usual tone of red, the colour shifted slightly and illuminated by the screen lights dancing on his face. a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, not quite permanent but long-lasting.

he has no reaction to the violence displayed in front of him, but it’s an unspoken rule— an unspoken promise he’s made to not let it or any other violence rip through your cushioned heart or mind. watching this movie and all the others he knew you wouldn’t— couldn’t stand, for what you didn’t know was before you was something he was willing to do.

as long as he could make sure to shield you from any horrors you couldn’t stand to see yourself when he watched it again, with you.

“you’re welcome.”

reblogs are appreciated !

I’m sorry I’ve been in this domestic mood today, this is my last one I promise 😭

Wearing Katsuki’s cologne because you wanna smell like him 👀 whenever I go out by myself or even to the gym, I’ll spritz some of my husband’s cologne on and go about my day. (1) it smells amaaazing (2) keeps me not missing him throughout the day (3) people know I have a mans, stay away from me pls 🙅🏻‍♀️

Thanks for the ask, bubs 🖤🖤🖤

Mmmmm I love sniffable men. I always hesitate to give him a specific scent in my writing because I want everyone to imagine whatever their favorite is. BUT Katsuki smells amazing…with a scent that sometimes leaves you stumbling after him.

However…

He hates when you smell like him. Goes fucking feral about it because he’s actually obsessed with the way you smell.

Pitches a full on fit if you had the audacity to spritz his cologne, or use his deodorant, or his body wash.

He knows you love his scent, so he threatens to switch all his shit to unscented to keep your fuckin’ thief hands off his shit.

When that’s all settled and you smell like you again…He’s happier nuzzling against that sweet spot on your neck he loves so much. He’s giving tighter hugs. He’s thanking you for caving and although you whined A LOT…you weren’t a complete brat about it. How could you be when he’s acting so grateful that his olfactory world is back in order?

But the thing is…

When he goes out of town for the first time after his won argument…he sleeps at your place the night before his trip. He’s organized as fuck, so his shits all packed, his keys have been given to Kirishima and Todoroki for emergencies and pet sitting. You already have a key, already plan on taking care of everything, but he still asks his friends instead, claiming it’s because “the idiots owe him”.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to set a precedent of making you feel used every time he leaves. At least that’s what he tells himself. He’s starting to realize you would never feel that way, but it still gnaws at the stubbornly independent nature he’s never been able to curb entirely.

The morning he leaves, he doesn’t wake you. His flight is early and although you tried to make him promise to shake you awake if he had to…you knew he wouldn’t. His movements were nearly silent, his steps light, the touch of his lips so soft that there was zero chance it would pull you from sleep.

So, you woke up to a colder bed than you preferred. You groaned curses into your pillow, wishing you’d been born with an affinity for the a.m. because fuck that would’ve been useful.

When you finally make your way to the bathroom to wash the annoyance from your features, you’re surprised to see a basket you don’t recognize. A stupid grin covers your face as you look through the stash of miniature toiletries he’s left behind for you…the cologne he doesn’t wear often, his deodorant, his lotion, his body wash, his shampoo, his conditioner, his face wash, his sunscreen, his toothpaste, and even his favorite cinnamon gum.

Later you find the card buried beneath them…

Enjoy, you fuckin’ brat.

🖤K

Make sure you smell like you when I get back home.