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[— luna, twenty, she]

[call-me-ko]

Katsuki is the kind of boyfriend that would lay down his life for you but won’t let you have the last mango pop in the freezer.

“You should’ve bought yourself some if you wanted ‘em” He says, ignoring your wide eyed gaze.

“Can’t I have just one bite?” You plead.

“Get a different flavor, there’s more in there.”

“But that’s the best one.”

“That’s why it’s mine.” He grins, unwrapping the package and taking a bite. The fact that he bites into an ice cold popsicle without flinching should’ve been your first clue that he was a bit of a demon, even if you hadn’t known he would be unwilling to share.

It’s taunting the way he casually holds it in his mouth, keeping his hands free to organize the dishes in the dish rack as if he doesn’t notice you’re still pouting in the background. He knows you love the mango flavor best (it’s his favorite too, though he’s never said so), and when pushing your buttons is one of his favorite hobbies— well, it was bound to happen eventually. To be fair, you had split the price on the mixed flavor box so he did have equal rights to it, but aren’t boyfriends supposed to share? Wouldn’t it be more romantic to sit together and take turns eating it on the porch?

He paces around the kitchen as a bit of the precious mango pop drips down the stick and to the floor. He wipes it up with a towel without comment.

Careless, wasteful, that mango pop should’ve been yours, you’d have savored every last drop.

“Oi, want the strawberry one?” He calls, sifting through the freezer once more, “There’s one of those left.”

You accept it with a pointed glare. He turns to hide his smile, but his back can’t hide the sound of his amusement as he mutes a laugh with a snort.

Katsuki is the kind of boyfriend who would jump in front of a moving train, run into a collapsing building, walk through fire and fight countless villains to the death if it meant keeping you safe.

But Katsuki will not share the last mango pop in the freezer.

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Published August 10, 2023

[mitsies-deactivated20240911]

PASS IT FORWARD ! ; itoshi rin > rin is only the jealous type when it comes to you.

it’s safe to say you’re a little bit annoyed.

you’ve been best friends with itoshi rin for the longest time– years, at this point– and you think it’s time to end your little streak because he’s seriously pissing you off. the both of you are in class right now, and your teacher, an elderly woman with a fierce temper is yammering about geography or whatnot. there’s a test the following week so you’re really trying your damndest to focus on the gibberish she spews, but it’s proving exceedingly difficult when rin won’t stop bugging you.

every two seconds, it seems, he’s sliding another light yellow sticky note with irrelevant and unimportant messages scrawled onto them. the content is stupid, simply saying things like ‘nice weather outside’ even though it was raining outside and ‘what was the math homework’ despite the fact that he’d quite literally given the answers to you an hour earlier at your lunch break.

it’s getting to be a problem. the pile is mounting on your desk– it’s a blend of pale yellow, lime green, and neon pink squares of paper, one that is growing difficult to conceal beneath your notebook. you give rin, who has the desk next to you, a dirty look to try and get him to stop. he reaches over and places another sticky note on your desk. this one is electric blue and says ‘what class do you have after this.’ it’s the last period of the day.

you open your mouth to whisper something, to maybe tell rin to stop or ask him why the hell he’s being so strange, when you catch your teacher’s eyes. she levels you with a withering glare and you snap your mouth closed. if she were to catch the two of you talking, let alone passing notes, you’d surely be sent to detention after school. and you really, really couldn’t risk that– not today of all days. because today, you’ve got a date. 

a tiny smile cracks your face as you grow giddy at simply the prospect– you had a date. today. in an hour. with a person. rin slides another sticky note onto your desk and it snaps you out of your stupor– you send him another look. he is infuriatingly neutral as you return your gaze to the teacher. rin should know better than to risk detention today, especially when you’d been chatting his ears off about this date all week. he’d always replied with his typical placidity and blunt, harsh remarks. he called the guy’s forehead big and told you that you could probably do better, to which you’d rolled your eyes and asked when he was going to get a date. rin didn’t respond to that.

you’d assumed he had nothing left to say, which was decidedly proven false, now, with how many damn sticky notes he kept passing you. you furtively look around before whipping out your phone and shooting him a text:

you: what the fuck r u doing. stop omg i cant miss my date u know this

you: are u like trying to get me in trouble

and he leaves you on read. you look at him, and he’s staring at you. ‘what,’ you mouth, but he just blinks. there’s another sticky note on his finger. he looks at you and then the teacher– you follow his eyes. she’s looking at the class. you and rin are in plain sight. rin looks back at you and you meet his eyes. desperately, but as subtly as you can, you shake your head because you know what he’s about to do– like when a cat just sits and stares at a glass at the edge of a countertop. it feels like a slow-motion video as rin reaches out, sticky note in hand, and you hear your teacher’s ruler smack against the wall with a force you never thought a little old lady could muster.

“the two of you,” she practically bellows, flashing her ruler like a sword in the both of your faces, “detention! after school. this room for an hour.”

she turns back to the board and you unfreeze, slumping back into your seat and running your cold fingertips across your face. frustration bubbles inside you and you let out a breath sharply, pulling your phone out underneath your desk to shoot your date a quick message to cancel last minute. you refused to look at rin, letting your furious thoughts brew like a storm. what had gotten into him? why was he practically sabotaging you? 

you don’t spare him a glance until everyone else walks out the classroom, to irate to bother. your date had been gracious and offered his condolences, and you felt immensely guilty for canceling so last minute, as well as angry at your best friend. the room was basically empty, now, save for you and him. the teacher leaves, stating that the school personnel who’d be watching over the both of you would be here shortly. you sideeye rin.

“nice work.” your words are sharp and serrated and he flinches, a reaction you’ve never seen from him. you blink and turn to face him. he doesn’t say a word, so you ask, “what the hell was that for?”

he can’t meet your eye, and just shrugs, “dunno.”

you’re usually a lot nicer to him– or, at least, when you’re mean it’s always in a joking-besties-i-love-you way. but you lack your typical kindness as you narrow your eyes at him and snark, “if i didn’t know better, i’d think that was on purpose. good thing i know better, right?”

it’s a challenge, and he knows it. you’re asking him if he meant to get you into detention, if he meant to force you to cancel on your date. and his silence is the only response you need.

you groan as you tip your head back to the fluorescent lights and close your yes, pinching the bridge of your nose. “what the fuck, rin? why would you do that?”

he doesn’t reply again and you sit back up, pulling your leg onto your chair and glaring at him. “well? don’t tell me you suddenly have nothing to say. what happened to all the things you had to say to me?”

again, he winces at your bittered tone. a tinge of guilt makes itself apparent in your chest and you turn your head away, to face the window. rain kisses the glass and your eyes track little droplets in their journey down the pane as if they’re race horses. it’s a minute of pure silence before rin speaks: “i didn’t want you to go out with him.”

you snort a laugh and don’t bother looking at him. his voice is small and maybe you’d feel worse for him if you still weren’t kind of miffed. “that much was obvious, i think.”

“you deserved better.” he’s more firm in this statement, like he believes it more. at this, you turn your head and meet his eyes. “but he liked me. he actually liked me. is that not good enough?”

rin looks genuinely mad, moreso than usual, as he returns your scowl. “he’s not fucking special.”

you blink. he blinks. “what?” you ask. rin keeps staring awkwardly, before putting his head down on the desk. “oh my god, stop brooding. what did you just say?”

“nothing,” his voice is muffled by his arms and you stand, chair scraping the floor as it’s moved by your actions. moving over to the side of his desk, you poke his arm. your best friend looks up and his face is pink as he glowers at you. 

a beat passes and he’s about to bury his face in his arms on the desk again but you speak: “what do you mean, ‘he’s not special?’”

rin’s teeth click together as he stares you down. you’d be a little intimidated if you weren’t so familiar with him. “you implied there’s someone else who likes me.”

“okay.”

“so tell me who.”

“no.”

your eyes light up and rin groans– he knows he’s made a mistake now. “so there is someone.”

“okay.”

“stop okay-ing me. who? do i know them?” it’s almost as if your previous gripes are forgotten, just like that, or maybe you just couldn’t be mad at him for too long. as was your friendship with itoshi rin– easy, easier than most things have come to him. you look around the room, checking for the teacher, before hopping up to sit on his desk, effectively shoving him off and preventing further moping. 

maybe that’s one of the reasons rin fell for you. you could be as headstrong as he was, and your personalities just clicked. you made him better, he thinks. you make him soft around the edges, and you make him fuzzy like a mango seed and warm like a spring-turned-summer day. maybe that’s why itoshi rin couldn’t stand it when you had a date with another person. he let his envy get the better of him and acted before he spoke, because he was stupid and headstrong and dumb like you, because you’ve been rubbing off on him. 

he was your best friend. he had been for years. and he wanted more, more with you. the sticky-notes were his last resort. he wasn’t planning on telling you anything, but his words tripped out of his mouth and now he was here.

“are they on your team? are they tall?”

you kick your legs in the air and your heels click against the silver legs of the desk. rin watches. you tilt your head at him, “how close am i?”

“close,” he mutters, trying to find a place to look that isn’t your legs or your face. closer than he’d like to admit.

“isagi? oh, but he’s not very tall,” you muse. and he can’t take it anymore. he can’t, not when you had a date with someone else today, not when you’re listing off guys who could like you, guys who you could like back, guys who were not him. he can’t do this, watching you slip between his fingers and into someone else’s hands. you’re still sitting on his desk when he says, “it’s you.”

“it’s me? like.. are you saying that i like me? i don’t think crushes work like that.”

he shakes his head, letting out a breath, and looking up at you, “no, no. it’s me.”

“you.. like me?”

rin nods and he’s suddenly so tense and his mouth is dry and he feels sick to his stomach, but he keeps going because he needs you to know, and his hand migrates to your thigh as your skin sparks a fire inside his ribcage. “no one else. none of my teammates. it’s me. i like you.”

he sounds angry still, especially so  when he mentions his teammates, and it’s as if he’s clarifying that no one else deserves you, that you’re perfect for him and just him. you stare at him. he’s looking at you. regret sets in: what did he just say? why did he say that? oh, that was embarrassing. oh, you’re going to say no. oh, you’re going to leave forever.

and then you smile. and you laugh. “i wish you’d just said that.”

he doesn’t miss the heat beneath your skin, and he doesn’t miss the way you spin a lock of hair around your fingers and give him the most bashful expression he’s seen you wear. and he’s proud, suddenly, because he did that. not the guy you had a date with, not one of his teammates, not anyone else– he did that.

you look around the room. “the teacher’s not coming, i don’t think.”

rin follows your gaze– it’s very possible that the teacher might just be late. but he’s not about to pass this opportunity. “you’re right.”

“i say we get outta here, then. i was promised a date today, right? i’d rather it be with you.”

rin’s heart stalls, and then stops, and then sprints a fucking marathon in his chest. you grin at him, and he gives you a half-smile as you take his hand off your thigh and hop off the desk, keeping him in your grasp. you move to take your schoolbag in your hands, but he beats you to it, picking it up along with his own. 

“that sounds perfect,” he manages to get out, “that sounds good.”

✄ this was written for the mitsies 3k follower event using the prompt 'they get you both in detention because they were passing you notes on purpose so you miss your date with someone else'

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[moominsuki]

jealous bakugou is something else. he doesn’t think he’s all that possessive of you at all - he doesn’t care if your outfit is skimpy or if you have guy friends. bakugou regards himself as very secure in his relationship with you.

until he hears what guys have to say about you. then he gets a little crazy.

it’s an open day where he’s helping a group of lackies and hero interns with integrating into his agency and it’s pretty innocent at first. kiri and deku are doing most of the heavy lifting with talking with the prospective sidekicks and heroes (katsuki is very content with the extras he has already). he’s already kind of distracted by seeing you this morning - you offered to lift a hand and do some extra work around his agency for today due to the unusual amount of people scoping his place out and why would he pass on an offer to see you around his agency all day?

unfortunately for katsuki, it means that he’s being increasingly more distant than he usually is and the interns can feel the disgusted energy emitting from every fibre in his body. it’s not like he’s trying to hide it though - what a waste to have you come to his workplace and only catch glimpses of your hair and your scent.

“kacch- dynamight? what do you look for in a sidekick who wants to potentially join this agency,” asks izuku, pulling his friend out of his thoughts. katsuki looks at the crowd of young, probably high school kids and they basically cower under his gaze. he recognises a few of them from other, unimportant events he can’t seem to specifically recall. god, he wants to bite back at them but he shrugs in annoyance.

“don’t piss me off and do as you’re told. simple as but it seems like you lot would still f-”, deku quickly interjects katsuki and yells out, “okay! let’s take a quick 10 minute break! just have a look around and we’re free if you have any questions you want to ask!”

“what is with you today, kacchan? you’re more… insolent than usual,” asks izuku slowly, watching the expression on his blond’s face meld into a face of indifference.

“maybe it’s the fact that i don’t care about these idiots who’re just making a goddamn mess of the place. i don’t need more extras to fuck shit up f’me,” bakugou grumbles. kirishima pats his moody friends on the back and goes to speak when-

“well at least the rumours about dynamight are true. that guy is a fucking mood killer,” says some guy standing in the corner of the reception area, who looks to be a sidekick and is accompanied by other unknown up and coming ‘extras’ as Katsuki woukd put it.

“tell me about it. the guys here fucking suck. for once, i’m wishing that we were stuck with the female pros instead. have you seen uravity? she’s sexier in real life,” pipes up some other guy and the rest holler and hoot.

the three pros look at each other, with bakugou looking at kirishima and deku with knowing, smug eyes.

“i’m just going to interrupt their conversation-” says kirishima, attempting to walk over until another lackey pipes up.

“but have you seen y/h/n? what a woman. shame she’s not in her hero suit. what i would do for a woman like that,” grunts some pathetic looking guy. he’s spindly and limp and looks akin to a wet noodle.

it doesn’t stop katsuki from seething though.

kirishima and izuku slowly turn to look at their friend - who’s practically steaming in his hero uniform. all katsuki can see is red and violence - which isn’t really unlike from what he normally sees but it’s different this time. this time it’s about you.

he sees the group of gross, teenage boys point to where you’re standing: you’re leaning over the receptionist desk and just from the behind can katsuki appreciate how beautiful you are. you’re wearing a short black turtleneck dress with orange accents (you told him that you wanted to wear his colours to his agency) and in any other setting would katsuki run his hands over you and compliment and kiss you till you were shying away from him.

bakugou knew that you got unwanted attention, regardless if he was standing by you like a rabid guard dog - you were gorgeous and you knew that. he also knew that you could hold your own against a hoard of horny teenage losers and you would never look twice at them when you had him. still, that logic went out the window when he could see the same group of kids leering and pointing at where your thighs met the bottom of your dress and he wanted to kill them.

kirishima got wind of this just by looking at the blond’s expression, “please don’t blow up the place - they’re just dumb kids! think about how hard we worked for this agency,” pleads kirishima.

“he’s too far gone,” izuku sadly laments as they watch bakugou stride on over to you and ignore both the men’s pleas and bargains. he aggressively pushes past the disgusting collective of eyes and they break apart in shock at his intrusion through them.

you’re, however, too enamoured in your conversation with his assistant and mina- you’re looking at a pinterest board and he wants to bite you for being so cute in front of everyone. it makes him even angrier that those extras would ever think that you would give them more than a side eye and a polite wave.

you feel katsuki before you see him - his uniform-clad arm holds your waist between the desk as he slots himself into your conversation.

“so what’s this about? whatcha talking about?” katsuki asks and mina and his assistant giggle at his intrusion while you roll your eyes and turn yourself sideways to look at him.

“i would tell you but mina and akako might kill me,” you tell your boyfriend, resting a manicured hand on his chest. akako, bakugou’s assistant, laughs and nods her head:

“sorry, dynamight, our conversations are sacred. might i add your timetable tells me that you’re due to take the interns on a practice patrol in less than… 20 minutes?”

katsuki narrows his eyes at this and you chastise akako for poking at him, “leave him alone! i want him here,” before resting a hand on his stubbled jaw and scratching at his face. katsuki’s eyes close at the sensation and he opens them to take a good look at your face. the stupid kids are still a embittering thought in the back of his mind and in any given situation, he would never do this. but sometimes bakugou’s heart goes against his common sense and this was one of those times.

he leans down to slots his lips over yours and presses a gloved hand into the small of your back and you smile into the kiss while a few “awwhs,” emit in the background. bakugou opens an eye slightly to see in his peripheral vision that the gaggle of the limp-faced sidekicks are looking at him in a mixture of shock and fear and embarrassment. he also sees kirishima and izuku grab them up to guide them out of the room.

when you break from the kiss to brush at the hair on the nape of his head, he mumbles, “have i told you how much i love that dress on you?”

you giggle a little and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth, “a few times. but you can keep telling me if you want. ‘s not like i’ll get tired of hearing it,” you whisper to him and it’s like you’re the only people in the room. he’ll tell you about what spurned this on another day. in the meanwhile, he bask in your attention until he has to go and entertain those useless jerks. it’s not like he’s going to employ any of them.

bakugou would say this is a mission accomplished in his book. yeah, he’s a little jealous and possessive. but with the way you look at him, he finds himself caring less and less about what others have to say about you.

doesn’t mean he won’t try knock them in the side of their head if the time calls for it.

[bbykeijis]

omfg i love you and your writings. i’m so sorry but i’m going to start bothering you know. btw tysm for writing my previous asks. could i get class 1-a with a fem!british!black reader cs that’s honestly me, please? she’s got mean humour. swears a lot. bullies bakugou that he cries himself to sleep every day at 8pm. jaffa cakes and biscoff crunchy spread. is aizawa’s fav bc i say so. understands what aoyama says in french and laughs her ass off when he mocks people. new cook in the dorms. bye <3.

“KATSUKi’S A BELLEND” | blackbritish!reader

summary: when y/n, the new student from the uk, joins class 1a <3 (blackbritish!reader) (fem!reader)

author’s note: don’t even with the crunchy biscoff spread because that shit is SO GOOD??? i had so much fun writing this one,, so glad there’s black brit in my tumblr space bc we gotta stick together 💀

genre & warnings: comedy ! fluff ! monoma ! language !

the moment you walked through that door mina claimed you as her bestfriend as she mf should,, the class fell in love with your accent and at least one bitch had to pull the “it’s chewsday innit!” bullshit

it was monoma. kicked him in the balls. as you mf should.

aizawa is literally frightened impressed with the amount of curses that can come out of your mouth in one sentence

everyone is confused when you start using british slang. you called bakugou a ‘twat’ for calling jaffa cakes gross once. he’s never forgiven you since </3

he also dissed the texture of biscoff crunchy spread,,, you don’t wanna know what kinda war that started…

i can see sero, denki, mina, and jiro getting into grime & the mental image of them rapping along to stormzy makes me laugh my ass off

denki + dizzee rascal = gold

& watch denki try and pull up to class tryna spud up aizawa and calling him his ‘g’ because you dared him too. detention for the both of you ig

aoyoma slips some french into conversations with you to see if you’re worthy enough and when you reply back he literally celebrates. everyone’s like ??? and you tell them you took gcse french and they just nod…

they still confused but who cares? you & aoyama don’t, you can talk shit about them and never get caught 😌

“hey deku, don’t let that bellend get to you, yeah?” “lmaoooo bakugou is a what?”

the best thing about humbling katsuki is he can never understand half of what you’re bloody saying. bakugou doesn’t sleep early because he’s a good student. man is just overwhelmed and needs to cry his frustrations away 😭

yh anyways!

you make the class jerk chicken ONE TIME and suddenly you’re the new chef of the dorm room. you feed them well & it’s never any of that soggy fish & chips bullshit

nandos style dinner? DONE. jollof rice? DONE. shoto is sliding notes under your door asking for the recipe <33

bakugou’s bitter you’re a better cook than him but as soon as he bites into your food he’ll be begging for another plate smh

you show your love through insults & good food <3

“iida, you remind me of someone-” “nonono, don’t call me bo-” “boris johnson,,,, yeah <3”

if you expose the class to the sidemen get ready for them to fucking quote them everyday and for aizawa to HATE you

you make it up to him by introducing cbeebies to eri though :) balamory is her shit

overall you’re a star & ua is lucky to have someone as amazing as you 💀

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[sweetnsour1]

10:51

Fluff, Bakugou x female reader

“What’re you two doing in here? You said you’d be in front of the bar.”

You could hear the glare in his voice before you turned around.

“We’re in here because I can go where I want, Bakugou.”

“Yeah yeah, Raccoon Eyes. Not when you get my girl drunk for breakfast and then call me for a ride.” His glare shifted into a softer version when you turned around. You noticed he looked you up and down, causing you to flush like you were back in high school.

“It’s called brunch, you heathen.” Ashido muttered and stuck her tongue at him behind his back. He ignored her and stepped closer to you.

“You ready to go home, y/n?”

“Uh-“ your buzz was freezing your brain. Were you ogling him? His hair looked so soft? Why did he smell so good? Were you ready to go home with him? He was-

“Hey, you good?” He softly nudged your forehead with his own. He discreetly checked your pupils, but he was so close…you felt your face blush and-

“Mhmmmm, you’re just so hot.”

His eyebrow shot up and a smirk appeared. He chuckled and stepped back from you.

“I’m gonna have to take you to brunch more often.”

“Hellllllooooo, you assholes. I’m still here and we still haven’t picked out a present!” A pink hand waved in between your faces, but his amused expression didn’t change as he made room for Ashido to cut in front of him to pull you away.

“You really gotta do this now?”

Now that there was some space between you and Katsuki, your brain started to clear up a bit.

“Yes, now. We’re going over there tomorrow and I wanted to give them a present.”

“I just CANNOT believe there will be a little baby Dekravity!”

You laughed at your friend and Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“It’s about fuckin’ time. They’ve been talking about it long enough.”

“Oh yea? How about you two?”

“Nuh uh, we haven’t talked about that. No, definitely haven’t talked about that.” When you turned to Katsuki for confirmation, you realized he was gone. Had he wandered off?

Ashido hummed to herself while looking through the next section of teeny tiny hero onesies. You joined her and paused when you recognized one of the designs. The same orange and black that was in his half of the closet at home. It was hard to not smile at the idea of a baby Dynamight.

…

Five min later, you were sat in his car with the best gift basket of baby Allmight items from the store. Bakugou had returned to you with the purchase in his arms, checked that Ashido was sober, and guided you out and into your seat.

You were so happy. Obviously, Deku and Ochako would love it. Katsuki always picked out the perfect presents for everyone. He had good taste. Your mind drifted back to the tiny gauntlets you had seen hanging at the store. Adorable.

“When we have kids…we’re having two or zero.”

“Huh?” Your eyes widened and you felt scared, but also… You suddenly felt very sober.

“We could have zero because I love you and have everything I want.” He squeezed your thigh with the hand that was already resting there. “We can’t have one because no kid should grow up alone. We could have two, if you want, because that’d be…everything I want and more.”

“Mmmm…I see.”

You knew he was watching you out of the corners of his eyes while he drove. He had obviously thought about this before today. You couldn’t help but blush and smile at the idea of Katsuki taking the time to imagine a family with you.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“When we have kids, we’re having two or zero.”

He slid his hand higher up your leg and squeezed your thigh again. His smile was wide as he pulled into the garage. You wondered if you were maybe still a little buzzed. Your boyfriend really was so hot.

Masterlist

[katsumiiii]

katsuki who misses you while you’re getting your hair done

[katsumiiii]

i just have to expand on this bc I got my hair done just now!! he would definitely stay for like the first hour, but he gets a little antsy so he may go off for a quick jog and bring you smt to eat.

he loves helping you pick out which styles you want. is very practical abt his answers, tells you which ones make sense for the activities you may be doing around that time and which ones don’t. lovessss helping you pick out colors, he usually suggests a ginger, he likes how it goes with your skin complexion.

always is thinking two steps ahead. pre-packs snacks and lots of water for you to drink. snarls when you complain about him only packing waters, but he says you need to stay hydrated so drink up shawt !

is cool with all the hairstylists in the salon. half bc they think he’s fine ash and half bc he’s such a sweetheart to you, so they can’t help but love him.

always tells you to send him how much it is so he can pay. yall have gotten into arguments abt that.

“kats you always pay for my things. just let me pay this one time!”

“fuck no, that’s the stupidest shit that’s come out yer mouth this week sweetheart.” he grips your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting your head towards his. “jus’ tell me the amount and I’ll pay.”

“but katsu-”

“don’t give me that. m’not arguing with you.” gives you a sweet little kiss and a pat on your thigh and walks off, saying he’ll be back in a couple hours to check in.

once you’re done he’s definitely going to butter you all up. thinks you’re the prettiest thing in the world, “you look so fuckin’ good, baby” and he’d kiss your face all over, making you giggle, attempting to push him away.

yeah tbh this man is just in love with you, that’s all I have to say.

[katsumiiii]

woke up thinking about hand placement with katsuki. like those little subtle touches that only he and you recognize.

when he’s uncomfortable he lightly taps the back of your ear, pretending to adjust one of your piercings or fondle your earlobe. but you and him have set up a system, so with every little poke and prod comes a message behind them.

the light nudge on your ear caused you to hastily shift your eyelids. you steadily sat your gin and tonic you’d been sipping on for the past hour down on the marble table below (katsuki, in his own words, wondered why you ordered that ‘shitty ass acid water’ anyways, especially since your go to drink was the complete opposite. usually you chose to settle for something sweeter like a strawberry daiquiri or lime  margarita).

“y’good babes?” you leaned towards your lovers earlobe, whispering pleasantly. he noticeably shivered at your proximity. though you’ve been dating for about 2 years now, katsuki had never exactly gotten over the butterflies you bring with the simplest gestures you do.

“jus’ wanna leave.” he continued to stroke your earlobe, his second hand (cold from the amount of heavy rings placed both on his middle, and pointer fingers)  rised beneath the muted sage green dress you decided on wearing.

you hummed at the response, fingernails trailing up his bicep. katsuki was no small man. his shoulders were broad and arms were heavy, he commanded any room he appeared in, and not because of his all too familiar snarl (which at this point seemed to be a trademark look for him), but because of the sheer size of the man. years of training and hero work built his body to resemble a tank personified (not that you were complaining).

“why you wanna leave baby?”

“these idiots are too damn loud. jus’ wanna lay in bed and do fuckin’ nuffin’.”

you snickered at the response, eyes finally settling onto his own. “you wanna do fuckin’ nuffin’ kats?” you mocked humorously.

“yeah.” he nuzzled further into your neck, breathing you in (he always said you smelled like mangos and on occasion jasmine).

“alright baby, i hear you.”

another gesture he’d often do (which might be seen as cliché), is placing his palm on the slight curve of your back. he usually did this when in crowded spaces, leading you through seas and oceans of stomping feet and waving hands.

hero gala’s were always crowded, seeing as though there were thousands of people out there helping others invited to this event, including katsuki bakugo (aka dynamite). it had taken some convincing from you to get your lover to even attend the event in the first place. complaints tumbled out his lips, ranging from ‘not wanting to deal with people in the first place’, to ‘people are going to see you in that stunning dress’ (your words not his). but, with some begging and a little bit of pleading you were able to convince the man to put on a damn suit and attend.

“still don’t fuckin’ know why I had to come.” katsuki complained yet again, hand on the expanse of your back to lead you through the shifting crowd.

“because suki, they’re giving you an award for most reliable hero. and I’m pretty sure you need to be there to accept it, right?” you say in a sarcastic tone, slightly huffing at the fact that he was being extremely difficult for no apparent reason, at least in your opinion.

“who gives a shit? they can’t jus’ mail it to me or somethin’?”

“really. mail it to you?”

“yeah sweetheart, yanno when they put the shit in a box, slap my address on it and shit.”

you growled, twisting to slap katsuki’s chest (not that it accomplished much. the man is built like a damn gorilla on steroids). “I know what mailing is katsuki.”

“jus’ making sure sweetheart, seemed a little confused there.” he smirked, bending forward to kiss your nape.

“whatever, get your damn hand off my back.” you playfully adjusted yourself, trying to remove his heavy palm from your skin.

“not happenin’, stop fucking squirmin’”

“never, dipshit.”

“this is why i didn’t wanna come to this shit, ya never know how to behave.” he lightly grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you along.

“oh I don’t know how to behave?”

“you heard me.”

“it took me 30 minutes to convince you to even step foot-”

he wrapped his free hand along the side of your hips, pulling you towards his side. “yeah yeah, keep yappin’”

“oh I will!”

so yeah ! the asshole can’t really keep his hands to himself !

[katsumiiii]

imagining you and katsuki getting ready for some type of event. maybe a hero gala or get together where professional clothing is mandatory. even though he was formally invited and practically begged to at least show his face, he wouldn’t budge on his decision of not attending. he snarled and shook his head, claiming ‘bullshit like that’ wasn’t worth his time.

but of course, you being the more social one out of you too, you managed to talk the man into going. peering up at him with sparkling doe eyes, bottom lip puffing out slightly over the top. a menace is what he called you, before trudging off to scrounge around his closet space.

you both had decided on black and white as the color scheme, simple yet flattering to each of your assets. you lightly place powder on the corners of your cheeks, pursing your lips in deep concentration. katsuki always complained about your makeup usage. said he didn’t see the point when you were already naturally stunning. each time you would brush him off, continuing to apply a light coating of lip gloss on your plump lips.

“baby, you seen my chain?” katsuki peers from around the doorway, eyes trailing your backside.

“mhm, yeah should be on top of the dresser!” you turn to make eye contact with the male, teeth parting behind glossed lips.

“m’kay.”

finished with the conversation, you continue to get yourself together. fluffing your blackened tresses while pushing your breasts together once more. “so pretty.” you mumbled, fluttering your eyes at the mirror in front of you.

“you ready?” katsuki questions, shutting the closet door shut.

“yeah! gimme one sec!” you shuffle towards your milky white red bottoms, placing each one delicately upon your feet.

“the hell you taking so long for?”

“stop rushing me! i said i was coming!!” with one final look over, you exit the bathroom, grabbing the ends of your dress as you walk. “you didn’t even wanna go to the damn thing, why’re you trying to-”

god he was evil.

standing there all prim and proper, suit tugged around his bulging biceps and rock hard pectorals. he was a sight to behold, thighs clenching against his skin tight black bottoms. veins popping ever so slightly as he adjusted his collar, red eyes skimming the fabric below him.

his signature silver chain hung low around his neck, the bottom half disappearing into his undershirt, the top two buttons deliciously loosened, showing only but a sliver of skin.

all of this was just too much.

“you gonna keep staring or r’we leaving sweetheart?” his voice shook you, eyes darting back towards his face, his oh so fucking smug face.

“what are you wearing?” you cock your head in mock confusion, wrapping your arms around your center.

“hah? the hell do you mean what am I wearin’?” katsuki staggers towards you, hot palms connecting with your plush hips.

“I mean, what are you wearing, katsuki?” you repeat yourself, salivating at the close proximity between you two.

“m’wearing a suit.”

“obviously, but why do you look like that?”

katsuki smirks haughtily, his forehead knocking against your own as he closes the gap between you too. “look like what?”

you shrug your shoulders, eyes darting to peer at anything but his beaming gaze. he firmly grasps the bottom of you chin, tilting your head to face his. “use your words sweetheart.” he squishes the sides of your cheeks, eyes crinkling at your annoyed expression.

“you jus’ look good.” you mumbled, lashes fluttering.

“hm, y’think so?” he leans forward to place a gentle kiss against your lips, chuckling at your attempt to follow after him.

“I don’t wanna go anymore kats.” you pout, though satisfied with your decision. you couldn’t just allow him to simply walk out looking like fucking adonis in a goddamned suit, it would be immoral.

“thought you said this would be a good opportunity for me?” he teases, squeezing your cheeks once more for good measure.

“don’t care, let’s stay home.” you wrap your arms around his waist, loving the way his abdomen flexed in response.

“y’sure? don’t wanna see your friends n’shit?”

“our friends, and no. would rather stay home.”

katsuki grins, eyes shifting, soaking in your pouted lips and slightly heated cheeks. “alright, lemme jus’ get out this suit-”

“no. the suit stays on.”

@mypimpademia