Y/n: Say,,, Do You Know Who The God Of The Underworld Is?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥First Kisses with Bakugou Katsuki ( x reader fluff)

“Can we do that again? Kiss- I mean?”

Bakugou Katsuki for @bakucuddles

> I hope you like where I went with this <3 Always love writing for our explosion boy :)

Warnings of Cursing on Bakugou's part, Gender-Neutral reader and slightly suggestive in the sense they are making out on his bed :)

An array of colors behind your closed eyes, and the feeling of warm hungry lips against yours. Your thoughts are foggy and the only apparent thing is his steady large hand on the back of your head, the other sliding up your sides as you feel the cushion beneath you give way under the weight of your body being pressed against it. The song of the movie credits blurred in the distance as all you can hear are his mutters and hushed breathing against your lips. Fingers tangled in his rough ash blonde hair, and your own breath stuttering as you find yourself melting against his touch, lips interlocked tightly together.

You pull away to breathe, arms still wrapped around his neck as you look up into his crimson eyes panting slightly, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks in a flush of embarrassment at his determined gaze, his slightly parted lips still half forming a kiss and his figure over you. He was breathing heavier, too, and you can’t help but feel confident now that you know you have the same effect on him, he has on you. You don’t remember how you had gotten into this situation, only recalling him inviting you to stay longer in his dorm to watch this new movie with him. It wasn’t unlike him to invite you to stick around a bit more, so you had just accepted and joined him on his bed for the next few hours.

The Movie itself was nothing special, but the colors of the TV screen reflected so dreamily in his eyes, bouncing across his features, curves, and edges alike to paint him even more eye-catching than before. You remember how he had caught you staring at him, with that stupid grin of his and a cocky attitude. Recalling crimson hues hushing from your lips back to your eyes, or the small inching closer to each other just minutes earlier, your mind becomes less foggy as your heartbeat calms down, not beating out of its lane anymore. However it was you got here, you know you didn’t want to leave just yet, to keep this side of him to yourself for a bit longer. The careful treading of his hands and his warm breath against your skin, the mix of emotions of affection and want in his eyes, or how ruffled his hair looked with your fingers locked between the strands. So rare and so precious, you didn’t care how much of the movie you’d be missing.

“Can we?” Your voice was still quiet, still breathy after all that making out, lips slightly bruised from his exploration, curious and hungry kisses. “Do that again?” He finishes, his own voice hushed and low, but still so drunk in this affectionate moment. Eagerly you nod, and only seconds after you can feel his lips pressed against yours again. This kissing would be followed by a long talk, about feelings and butterflies, about how serious this would be for the both of you. But if anything, you already looked forward to it. His cheeks flushed and his voice hushed, for your ears only, vulnerable and warm, as he tries to explain what he feels. You know this is difficult for him, you can feel how unsure some of his movements are, how hard it can be for him to be so raw with someone else, so you’ll reassure him as much as you can, tell him how much you feel for him just the same. Once the movie is silent, and your kisses are slower. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this-” “I really really like you, dumbass. Can’t you tell? Don’t make me fuckin’ say it.” And “If you tell anyone that I said that you’re fucking dead- I’ll kiss you to death, hear me?”

pairing: shoto x fem!reader | tw: swearing, insecurities

The gentle yet firm tug on his right wrist catches SHOTO off guard. Heterochromatic eyes widen ever so slightly as he drinks in the sight — your pretty face, bright smile, and adoring eyes — right in front of him. Instinctively, he releases a nervous gasp when you pull him closer and cup his cheek below his burn scar.

“Is that all that you’re worried about?” Your gaze is soft, so loving and affectionate, rendering him speechless and his mind blank. But he nods nonetheless, unsure where your question is heading. “I fall for you because you’re you. I don’t care whether or not you can cook a full-course meal.”

He leans into your touch, letting your words process in his mind before a lump forms in his throat and his eyes turn glassy. He bites his bottom lip to stop his tears from spilling out. But you quickly cup his face in your hands, wiping his tears away with your thumbs.

After voicing out all his insecurities as your boyfriend, he no longer can stifle his overwhelming emotions. Shoto wraps his arms around you in a tight hold. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, still in disbelief that you’d accept him unconditionally, that him being himself is enough when he was always forced to be more almost all his life.

“You’re already the best for me, Shoto.”

—

Somewhere in the hallway, two boys saw what had transpired in the kitchen.

“Tch, I would’ve left him long ago, if I were her.”

“You’re just jealous, Bakubro!”

“Jealous, my ass!” The blond boy growls at his red-haired friend. “Icyhot literally scorched whatever shit he’s makin’ when he’s supposed to use the fuckin’ stove right there. Who the hell even lets him in the kitchen, anyway?!”

“… Weren’t you the one who gave him the key?”

same man y'all

Dabi and Shoto do the same “Rapper on an album cover” pose when they’re stressed. That’s how you know they’re family. 😭

They’re ✨communicating✨

BNHA Boys Holding Your Hand

Katsuki Bakugou

Hand Holding Type: 2

rubs little circles with his thumb on the back of your hand

feeling tight because it’s his way of keeping you close

the tighter he holds you, the more likely you’ll stay

this applies to everything else as well

he wants to make sure everyone sees that you’re his and only his

also that he’s proud to let the world know you’re together

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i redownloaded the sims to make this

inspo from this pic

bakugou's the kid who hates it when people touch him, but his love language is physical affection.

you come up to hug him and he dodges it like some sort of hardened professional who's been training for this moment for years.

and then a few hours later he pulls you into a rib crushing embrace to kiss you like it's his last.

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 hated winter.

he'd always catch a cold and he hated having a cold even more than he hated winter.

when he found himself coughing and sneezing on a what would have been fun saturday afternoon, bakugou katsuki almost threw his thermometer against the wall.

he'd gripped it so hard his knuckles grew white, "stupid thing dosen't know what it's talking about anyway" he'd muttered, walking away.

precisely three hours later, bakugou lay in bed, watching the clock tick slowly, the minute hand brushing past the 8:00 mark with a speed so slow he was afraid he'd grow mad.

bakugou shifted in his bed, annoyed and so very bored. his blanket was itchy and dug into his skin, not to mention his runny nose and sore throat.

bakugou groaned as a fresh wave of pounding took over his head.

he was about to pop another ibuprofen in his mouth when he realized the pounding was coming from his dorm room, not his head.

bakugou wanted to rip his hair out.

why can't people leave me alone for one goddamn day?

"what the hell do you want, extra?"

when he didn't hear a reply, bakugou's eyes flew open in anger as he stomped all the way to his dorm rooms door, yanking the handle open with such force it almost broke.

"what. the. HE-" he cut himself off when he realized who was standing at the door.

you. oh shit, you.

bakugou softened his glare, but he still narrowed his eyes, "what are you doing here?" he eyed the items nestled in your arms, "and what is that?"

you rolled your eyes, used to bakugou's stubbornness, "are you gonna let me in first?" you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes narrowed.

"no" he huffed, but he moved aside nonetheless, his cheeks tinged with the slightest blush.

"that's what i thought," you said, a crooked grin hanging on your lips, as you pushed past him, throwing your scarf on his chair, your jacket on his table, and the items in your arms on his bed.

"go ahead and make yourself at home, it's not like i live here," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

you can make yourself at home for all i care.

you laughed, eyes twinkling with an emotion bakugou had yet to place, "you and your insatiable temper." shaking your head you picked up the can of soup you brought with you, dumping it's content in the nearest pan.

bakugou watched in curious silence from his bed, his eyes tracking your every move in his pint-sized kitchen.

why did you have such beautiful hair?

why did your eyes glow like the stars he often saw from his own bedroom?

why did his heart skip a beat every time he saw you?

"what are you even doing here," he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. why were you in his kitchen, cooking him a meal, when you barely even noticed him during class? it's not like he was perfect boyfriend material. he didn't have perfect blue eyes, or a dazzling smile. hell, he didn't even have a good personality.

so why were you of all people, worrying about bakugou?

bakugou fell back on his bed as he closed his eyes, rubbing a tired hand over his equally tired face.

god, even when i close my eyes all i see is y/n.

y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n-

bakugou's eyes flew open when he felt a gentle hand rest on his forehead. he scrambled up, confusion flickering across his features for a brief moment. he didn't even hear you walk all the way over here.

"you're burning up katsuki, you need to lie down." you raised an expectant eyebrow, shoving the bowl of soup you just made into his hands, "and drink some soup."

katsuki? KATSUKI??

bakugou rolled his eyes, as he shoved your hand away. "again, i'm fine, i don't need to lie down, i just need you to take your stupid soup and leave."

stupid, stupid, stupid! how could you be so goddam stupid? don't tell her to leave you idiot!

he closed his eyes waiting for your footsteps to fade away as you left, leaving him alone just like every other person ever did, but instead he heard a sigh and the thud of a soup container being put down.

bakugou's breath hitched as you carefully pushed him back, bringing his blanket up to his shoulders and wrapping him in it. "bakugou, you need to shut your idiotic mouth for one day and get some rest." you placed the bowl of soup by his bedside. "even the best heroes need rest, and I'm not leaving until the future number one hero recovers from his cold."

y/n called me a hero.

you waited a few minutes, watching as bakugou shifted around his bed, your less-itchy blanket covering him from head to toe.

after making sure he was comfortable, you turned around grabbing your coat, your phone clutched in your hand ready to leave, when bakugou spoke up.

"will you be here when i, uh, wake up?"

you stopped in your tracks, a smile growing on your face.

you turned around, as you placed your coat back on his desk, "that depends, will you listen to me and actually get some rest?"

bakugou stared at you, something swirling in his eyes, and then nodded, "there's leftovers in the fridge." his voice sounded gruff and foreign to his own ears, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't smiling under the mounds of blankets you dumped on him. he turned around, switching positions so you couldn't see him smile lighting up his face.

maybe, just maybe, he'd begin to like winter if it mean you'd fuss over him like this every time he caught a cold.

after all, bakugou would do anything for you.

even catch a cold.

i kinda hate this one ngl, its too un-proofread for me :(

WAVERING DOESN’T EXIST!!! THEY LIED!! NOTHING CAN STOP YOUR MANIFESTATIONS UNLESS YOU ASSUME IT DOES!! GET OUT THE HABIT THAT SOMETHING COULD STOP OR DELAY YOUR MANIFESTATIONS!!

Ingredients: Katsuki Bakugou

Contains: headcanons, soft Bukugou, OOC Bakugou, love and sweetness, written on my tablet, self-indulged, my brain

couldn't think of proper grammar,

Type of order: Hot chocolate(fluff)

Summary: Just some headcanons about soft!Bakugou

A\N: It's around midnight and I needed to get this out of my head before going to sleep. Please enjoy.❤

He will cook for you on his days off

On your bad days he will make your favorite dish

Cuddling with him until both of you fall asleep + pillow talks

Hums to you (especially when you're anxious)

When the two of you are alone he lets you do his hair (even braiding it)

Has an All Might Plushi

Back hugs, and when he gives them to you he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck (when you're taller than him, he hides his face in your back)

Will take you on wholesome dates, like picnics or beach dates

Whispers sweet nothings to you

Loves leaving Hickey's on your stomach, color bone or in the crook of your neck. (If you don't like hickeys then ignore this pls)

Pillow fights until you both lay laughing on the floor