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headcanons of bottom!bakugo ɞ·˚ — SMUT! ♡♡

katsuki bakugo who is secretly obsessed with the dominant way you take full control over his body and claim what's yours.

𑣲 bottom!bakugo who attempts to stay loud and bossy while you're on top, but loses all his words to a pathetic whimper when you graze the sensitive skin along his chest.

𑣲 bottom!bakugo who hides his burning face in the crook of his elbow, his fingers digging bruisingly deep into your thighs as his body shudders beneath yours.

𑣲 bottom!bakugo who clenches his jaw shut or bites his bottom lip to hold back a loud groan, furious at how easily you make him vocal.

𑣲 bottom!bakugo who tracks your every movement with a dazed, heavy stare, too proud to ever admit how addictive it is to look up and see you completely taking charge.

𑣲 bottom!bakugo who pulls you down by your waist so he can bury his face in your chest, blindly catching your breast with his mouth to suck hard and drown out the dirty sounds he's making.

𑣲 bottom!bakugo who lets out a strained whimper when the tightness becomes too much, gripping your hips tightly to beg you with breathless curses to slow down—"Slower, baby—fuck, you're trying to ruin me, aren't you?"

𑣲 bottom!bakugo who looks up at you with completely dazed, heavy-lidded eyes, while he purposely thrusts his hips up to meet you, losing his mind over how perfectly you clamp around him.

𑣲 bottom!bakugo who won't let you look away for even a second, his hand gently wrapping around your neck to hold you centered just to watch you both go over the edge together.

𑣲 bottom!bakugo who completely melts into the mattress after you finish, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while his fingers stay tangled in your hair, refusing to let you move away.

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right here, right now ɞ·˚ KB

𑣲 katsuki apologizing while still inside ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡

katsuki was positioned completely on top, gently pinning her hands above her head with his fingers intertwined with hers. he raised his head from her neck, locking his gaze deeply with hers.

"you still mad at me?" his usual explosive voice dropped into a quiet rasp. her breathing was uneven, chest heaving softly against his.

"a bit.." she whispered breathlessly. a flicker of genuine regret softened his expression—he leaned down, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

"didn't mean to, baby.." he truly meant it, looking down at her with raw vulnerability.

"had a long week. y'know how i can get sometimes, and m'sorry." hearing the genuine remorse in his tone made her remaining anger vanish, but the physical reality of their current position made it incredibly difficult to think straight, let alone talk.

"katsuki, do we have to talk about it now?" she emphasized, as his cock stayed deep and completely hard inside her.

his eyes were warm, even as a smirk tugged at his mouth—clearly amused by her breathy distraction. pressing his forehead against hers, he gave her pinned hands a gentle, tightening squeeze.

"yeah." he murmured against her lips, teasing her with a slow twitch of his hips. "we do. i can multitask."

he kissed her softly to catch her breath before drawing his hips back and driving right back in with a deep, unhurried stroke that made her back arch off the mattress.

a moan spilled from her lips as her fingers tried to curl into his, though he kept her hands firmly pinned against the pillow.

"fucking missed you." he groaned, setting a deep pace that maximized every bit of friction until she was trembling beneath him. "spent the whole week out of my mind because we left things messed up."

another deep, heavy push pulled a breathless whimper from her. katsuki caught the sound with his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth before pulling back just enough to look at her again. his eyes were dark and intense—entirely consumed by her.

"i get in my head." he went on, his hips moving forward in a steady rhythm as his words vibrated against her chest. "get pissed off at work, take it home.. shouldn't have shut you out. look at me, y/n."

she forced her eyes open, blinking through the haze of pleasure as he hit a spot that made her whine. "m'listening.." she whispered, her voice strained as she tried to handle the overwhelming depth of each slow stroke he delivered.

"yeah.." he muttered, his expression softening with possessive warmth as he continued to murmur between deep, perfect thrusts. "nowhere else i'd rather be. we're fixing this. right here."

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[katsukiib]

i am going to eat your acct 0-O ( it’s so cutieness )

AW THANK YOUUU ◝(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)◜

[katsukiib]

pls continue the friends with benefits 😫

i definitely will be!! (>ᴗ•)

[katsukiib]

Friends w/ Benefits ɞ·˚ KB — ANGST! ♡♡

katsuki wants more than casual, but duty calls first.

He’s trying. He really is. He has spent the last two hours trying to focus on literally anything else—the stupid sports broadcast on the TV, Kirishima’s rambling about a new training regimen, the grime on the condiment bottles. But every single time you laugh, his eyes betray him.

His gaze snaps right back to you, tracking the way your eyes crinkle, the way your shoulders gently shake, and the way you effortlessly lie through your teeth about being single.

Because you aren't single. Not really.

"Come on, Y/N!" Mina whines, propping her chin on her hands. "There has to be someone. Your love life cannot be this dry!"

Katsuki is gripping his chopsticks so tightly his knuckles are white. He shoved a massive mouthful of noodles into his mouth, chewing with an aggressive intensity that screamed mind your damn business, even though he’s doing the exact opposite.

He was usually great at lying and caring even less, but this time was different. The higher he rose in the ranks, the more he realized he wanted to balance both his career and you—But that was something he'd keep to himself.

He refused to complicate your busy life or ruin the dynamic.

"I'm telling you, Mina, it's completely nonexistent. Between patrol shifts and agency paperwork, my bed is the only thing I have a committed relationship with." You played the part so well that, for a split second, even he almost believed you.

You belonged to him behind closed doors, both too busy climbing the hero charts to afford a real relationship. This—the late-night knocks on the door, the shared heat, the quiet understanding that you have each other's backs unconditionally without the messy labels—was supposed to keep things simple.

It was meant to keep distractions away and make life easier.

Instead, you’re all he can think about. And it left him wondering if he was the only one falling.

"Hey." Katsuki’s gruff voice cut through the goodbyes as everyone parted ways, gesturing to his car. "I'm driving you home. Get in."

You waved goodbye to the others and got in, the click of the door sealing you both in sudden isolation. The ride was suffocatingly silent—Katsuki shifting gears with brutal force while refusing to look your way.

You knew him too well. Knowing his moods all too well, you could tell this wasn't explosive rage, but a quiet, simmering irritation.

"Careful, Bakugo, you’re gonna break the steering wheel if you grip it any tighter." You teased lightly.

He let out a low grumble, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror before anchoring back on the road. "Shut up. Drive's fine."

"Mm-hmm." You hum, shifting in your seat so you’re facing him more directly. "You’ve been glaring at me the entire night, until now. Is this about what I said to Mina?"

Katsuki’s hands tighten even further. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't give a shit about whatever garbage comes out of your mouth."

Having your full attention eased his tension, but his hidden desire for you was becoming impossible to ignore.

Stopping right outside your building, he cut the headlights but left the car idling, letting the soft motor purr fill the silence.

The moment he let go of the wheel and looked at you, his eyes softened, everything he'd been suppressing for months suddenly rushing to the surface as his gaze flicked to your lips.

He’s tired of the secrecy. He’s tired of the boundaries. He’s ready to just admit it—to tell you that the arrangement isn't enough anymore. He doesn't want to break it off; he wants more. He wanted all of you, completely.

But the moment he parted his lips to say your name—

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The harsh, loud vibration of your agency phone cut through the air like a knife—a brutal reminder that you were both far too busy for this—for love.

Your expression flipped from playful to strictly professional. "It's the sidekick from the night shift. There’s a containment breach near the commercial district."

Katsuki freezes, the words dying in his throat. He watches you hit answer—"Yeah, I'm down the street. Give me three minutes, I'll intercept."

With practiced speed, you locked your phone and unbuckled your seatbelt. The bubble is gone. The reality of your lives has crashed back in, cold and demanding.

"I have to run." You turned to him with an apologetic, breathless smile. "Thank you for the ride, Katsuki."

Before he can even process the use of his first name, you lean across the console. Your lips pressed gently against his cheek—a lingering, warm touch that jolted his chest—before you threw the door open and sprinted into the night, your coat fluttering behind you.

A harsh, necessary slap in the face from reality. Confessing tonight, breaking the rules of what you had built, would have been the wrong choice. Your lives are too loud, too dangerous, and too occupied to carry the weight of a traditional romance right now. The boundaries were there to protect both of your careers, and you had just proven exactly why.

He didn't say it. He couldn't. But Katsuki knows it doesn't change a single damn thing. The unspoken love he has for you doesn't vanish—it just settles deeper into his chest, burning just as fiercely, waiting for the next time you knock on his door.

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Peppering katsuki with kisses while he rests from injuries 🥹 but then lowkey turns into a heated make out sesh 👀

Peppered Kisses ɞ·˚ KB — SPICY FLUFF! ♡♡

Katsuki completely forgets he was supposed to be resting, getting entirely carried away as he melted under the sweet barrage of her soft kisses.

Katsuki was propped up against a pile of pillows, looking entirely annoyed—not because he was in pain, though his heavily bandaged torso and braced shoulder suggested he should be, but because he hated being sidelined.

Y/N sat on the edge of the mattress, watching his jaw clenched in that familiar tight, stubborn frustration. He wouldn't admit it, but the latest training mishap had knocked the wind out of him, and the recovery girl's stamina-drain had left him exhausted.

"Quit staring at me." Katsuki muttered in a rasped tone, trying to glare at her through his heavy eyelids.

"I'm not staring, I'm supervising." Y/N replied softly, leaning over him with a small smile.

Before he could snap back, she leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss right between his furrowed brows, making him instantly stiffen as a faint pink covered his cheeks.

"What the hell are you doing?" He grumbled, though his fingers gently catching the hem of her shirt to keep her right there.

Staying silent, she moved lower and carefully peppered feather-light kisses across the bridge of his nose and his scuffed left cheek, careful not to jostle his injured shoulder.

"Y/N..." He mumbled warningly, his face heating up as she continued to pepper his face with kisses.

She ignored his warning completely, leaving soft kisses across his cheek, his jawline, and finally right on the corner of his grumpy mouth.

She felt the tension melt from his muscles as his breathing hitched, his tough-guy facade crumbling right under her affection.

"You're annoying." He mumbled, his good hand coming up to tangle into her hair to keep her close rather than push her away. "Think you can just walk in here and soften me up?"

"It's working, isn't it?" She whispered against his skin, just before pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

Stripped of any anger, the low growl rumbling in Katsuki's chest was a sound of pure, possessive hunger. The amount of her sweet, gentle kisses was driving him insane. He didn't want gentle anymore. He wanted her.

Before Y/N could pull back to look at him, Katsuki's grip on the back of her neck tightened in a firm but careful hold. He guided her head up and pulled her down into a real kiss.

Replacing the quiet moment with an instant, intoxicating heat, Katsuki kissed her with a demanding intensity while Y/N sighed against his lips, shifting closer while staying mindful of his bandages.

The kiss deepened quickly. Katsuki's tongue slid past her lips, claiming her mouth in a way that made Y/N's head become fuzzy. His hand slid from her hair down to her waist, pulling her flush against his side, needing her as close as physically possible on his lap.

Her soft whimper drowned against his lips as the frantic heat of the kiss took over, nearly driving them both to completely forget about his injuries and need for rest.

Just as his hand reached down to squeeze her ass, Y/N caught his wrist and whispered against his lips—"You need to recover.."—despite wanting him just as badly, leaving him groaning in frustration.

Katsuki threw his head back against the pillows with a heavy groan, lacing his fingers through hers in a soft grip as he muttered—"Don't start somethin' you can't finish."

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Assistant's Mistake ɞ·˚ KB

❥ SMUT! ♡♡ Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

❥ IN WHICH, A frantic mistake leaves Y/N's nude photo "forgotten" but definitely not ignored, leaving Katsuki alone in the dark to handle his hard cock—all thanks to his clumsy assistant.

It was well past midnight, but Katsuki's mind was still racing with upcoming agency proposals. Remembering a crucial set of notes from earlier that afternoon, he aggressively tapped out a text to Y/N.

She was usually the most reliable assistant he had.

Katsuki : Send the picture of the board from the 2 PM meeting. Now.

He tossed the phone onto his chest, crossing his arms as he waited. Seconds later, it buzzed. Katsuki unlocked the screen, expecting the blurred whiteboard text and his own chaotic scribbles.

Instead, his eyes widened.

The image that filled the screen was definitely not from the meeting. It was Y/N, captured in a dimly lit room, completely naked. The camera angle was perfectly framed, showcasing her flushed skin, her tits, and her soaking wet pussy all in a single, devastating shot.

Katsuki froze, his breath hitching in his throat as his brain scrambled to process what he was looking at. Before he could even blink, a frantic barrage of texts started flooding the screen.

Y/N : OH MY GOODNESS IM SO SORRY

Y/N : I was trying to clear my camera roll and my thumbs were moving too fast please I beg you unsee it

Y/N : Just act like it never happened I am so incredibly sorry boss!!

He wasn't entirely sure if it actually was a clumsy mistake or some kind of bold move on her part, but his brain's confusion didn't stop his body's immediate reaction. Beneath his sweatpants, his cock hardened almost instantly, straining against the fabric of his boxers.

A low growl escaped his throat as he shifted on the mattress, his grip tightening around the edge of his phone. He didn't text back right away. He couldn't..

Instead, Katsuki slipped a hand down the front of his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock. His eyes were locked onto the image of Y/N on his screen.

He began to stroke himself, his pace slow and deliberate as his mind flooded with thoughts of her.

He imagined how tight she would feel around him. He wondered if she would make those same breathless, panicked noises if he was the one making her wet.

Every time she was around him at the office, her scent lingered in the air long after she left—a sweet, subtle fragrance that always drove him crazy, even if he'd never admit it aloud.

Now, staring at her completely exposed, that memory of her scent seemed to fill his bedroom, fueling the heat pooling in his gut. "Fuckin' hell, Y/N.."

His strokes grew faster—harder, his thumb occasionally brushing against the screen where her body was displayed. He gritted his teeth against a groan as he neared the edge, completely consumed by the image of his assistant.

When he finally came, it was a messy, heavy release that left him breathing heavily against his pillows. He threw an arm over his eyes, waiting for his heart rate to slow down—all he could think about was her, completely intoxicated.

Once his head cleared, Katsuki looked back down at the phone. He scrolled past her frantic apologies and typed a blunt, short response.

Katsuki : Don't let it happen again.

She wanted him to act like it never happened? Fine. That was exactly what he would do when they're at the agency tomorrow. He'd be his usual loud, demanding self, and she would be his efficient assistant.

But as Katsuki moved his thumb to select the image, he hit the option to save it securely into a locked folder in his gallery. He would act like it never happened—but he was absolutely keeping the picture.

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[katsukiib]

hey girlie i just wanted to ask how are you doing and how has your week been!?

also do you have a photo of my pfp but in the shade pink idk how to describe it but the manga panel of my profile pic but in the colour pink (i’m so sorry im horrible at explaining these types of things?

hello!! i've been doing goodd, my week was SOOOOOOO long and tiring "( - ⌓ - ) tysm for asking ♡♡ what about you??

& yes, i was able to easily find one for you! i know exactly what you mean, so no worries (,,>ヮ<,,) let me know if you'd like for me to find any other pfp for you!

[katsukiib]

Hey girly! I was wondering if like, you could write Katsuki and readers morning after thier FIRST first time together? Like, super fluffy aftercare type stuff? Also, I LITERALLY LOVE U AND UR BLOG! 🩷🩷😘🥰

Morning Tenderness ɞ·˚ KB

The morning sun filtered softly through the bedroom window, casting a warm, golden glow across the sheets. For the first time in what felt like forever, the explosive energy that defined Katsuki Bakugo was completely gone.

Y/N was laying with her chest pressed against his side, her head resting comfortably over his heart. Each thudding beat against her cheek grounded her completely.

Katsuki’s warm hand rested gently on her bare back. It was a silent reminder that their shared vulnerability hadn't faded from last night.

Sensing his eyes on her, Y/N tilted her head up to meet his gaze. Katsuki’s crimson eyes held a rare tenderness, a side of him few would think possible.

A faint pink blush crept up his neck and cheeks the moment their eyes locked. He was completely flustered—the fresh memory of their night still fresh between them. It was something that was going to be cherished forever.

He cleared his throat, briefly looking away to find his composure before looking back down at her.

"How.. How are you feeling?" He murmured, his voice incredibly soft. "You doing okay?"

Her heart swelled at his gentle voice, remembering how affectionate and careful he had been all night.

It was a side of himself he had never given to anyone else, born from a profound well of love and trust that he had built solely with her. He cherished it just as much as she did—this quiet realization that he could let his guard completely down.

Y/N’s sleepy smile and soft "Mmhm" only made his blush deepen.

"Fuckin' beautiful." He whispered under his breath, his hand sliding up to stroke her hair.

Leaning down, he left a soft kiss on her forehead and stayed close against her skin. "You're so perfect.." He whispered an honest, sleepy confession against her brow, gently brushing her cheek for a soft kiss on her lips. "Can't believe you're mine."

With a quiet sigh, he shut his eyes as his hand returned to a slow stroke down her back. Wrapped in the warmth of the bed and his rhythmic touch, the memory of their first time was locked in their hearts.

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headcanons of boss!bakugo ɞ·˚ — FLUFF! ♡♡

working as katsuki bakugo's personal assistant at his hero agency.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who knew he made the right choice hiring you, the exact moment he saw you.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who stops mid-sentence during a massive board meeting the second you enter the room, his eyes following you until you sit down next to his seat.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who pretends to look at paperwork, just to watch you organize his schedule, secretly admiring how hard you work for him.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who accidentally yells at you on a stressful day and spends the rest of the week apologizing with your favorite coffee and a yummy pastry on your desk.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who proudly smirks from the head of the table when a client praises you, leaning back with a smug "Yeah, the best there is."

𑣲 boss!bakugo who burns with jealousy when other agencies notice your hard work, making it clear that you aren't going anywhere—totally unaware you have no desire to leave his side.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who stands directly behind your chair while you're trying to type, resting his heavy hands on your shoulders to 'help you focus' when he really just wants to touch you.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who glares at the clock every time you take a regular bathroom break, completely restless until he sees you walk back down the hallway.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who casually drops a brand new, expensive tablet onto your desk, barking that your old notepad was giving him a headache to look at.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who pays you outstandingly good, making sure your salary is higher than anyone else in the entire building.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who glares at any co-worker who speaks to you too familiarly, casually stepping into your space to remind them exactly who you belong to.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who blocks out a random two-hour window on his public calendar as "CRITICAL STRATEGY" but he's actually just letting you nap on his office couch.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who stays late working at his desk just because he sees you still typing at yours, refusing to leave you alone in the building.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who scoffs when you point out his tie is crooked, steps closer to let you fix it, and stares down at you while your hands are on his chest.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who catches you yawning at your desk, grabs your wrist, and tells you the workday is over because he's taking you home.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who raises a brow when you ask for a day off, approves it instantly anyway, and then spends that entire day texting you "important work questions" because he misses you.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who locks his office door at the end of a grueling week, pulls you into a tight hug, and mumbles about how he couldn't run this entire place without you.

𑣲 boss!bakugo who realizes you were never just an assistant to him, but the only woman he ever truly wanted by his side.

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Skin-Tight Suit ɞ·˚ KB

❥ SMUT! ♡♡ Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

❥ IN WHICH, Y/N’s tight hero suit is a lethal distraction that has Katsuki struggling to keep his thoughts—and his body—in check. Between the tight fit and her exposed skin, it's impossible to think when the view goes straight to his dick.

The afternoon patrol wrapped up just as the sun began to sink behind the Musutafu skyline. For Katsuki, it had been the longest six hours of his professional life.

Katsuki stomped a few paces ahead of Y/N, his stride heavier than normally. Every time he glanced back to "check their perimeter" his eyes betrayed him, snapping on the new hemline of her hero suit.

The support department had certainly taken her request for better mobility to a literal extreme.

The tight material clung to her body perfectly—the suit’s open design showed off far more skin than Katsuki was prepared to handle.

"Eyes up, Dynamight." Y/N's voice had an innocent mischief that he knew was a front. She moved into his view and purposely stretched, the suit tightening around her waist. "You’ve checked that alleyway three times. Something bothering you?"

Katsuki grunted as he turned away, trying to hide the heat rising from his neck. "Your gear is garbage and distracting." He snapped weakly. "You'll catch a damn cold."

"A distraction for the villains?" She teased, walking closer until the scent of her perfume mixed with the faint smell of his nitroglycerin sweat. "Or a distraction for my partner?"

"Don't flatter yourself." He let out a scoff, fully aware of the game she clearly loved to play with him.

She had been pushing his buttons like this for months, and while the new suit didn't change their dynamic—it certainly made it nearly impossible for him to avoid a discreet, frustrated tug at his pants.

Returning to the agency became a silent war of nerves. Katsuki stared straight ahead, even as his peripheral vision stayed fixated on her.

Every time she hopped over a curb or turned to wave at a fan, he felt the low simmer of frustration—and something much hotter—bubbling beneath his skin.

The moment the heavy reinforced doors of their private office clicked shut behind them, the professional facade shattered.

Katsuki practically fell into his desk chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he stared intently at a stack of mission reports he couldn't even read.

His pulse was a drumbeat in his ears—he needed to focus. He needed to write a summary of the two low-level muggings they’d stopped. He needed her to stop existing in his line of sight for five minutes so his brain could focus.

"You’re being awfully quiet, Katsuki." Y/N hummed, her voice closer than before. She leaned back against his desk, and the sound of her suit stretching against the wood sent a sharp jolt through him. "Usually, you’re yelling about how I messed up a takedown. But today? Total silence."

"I’m busy." He gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he strangled a cheap yellow pencil in his grip.

"You’ve been staring at that same paragraph for three minutes." She whispered in a dangerously low, playful tone as she circled his desk. "Is my new suit that bad? I thought the ventilation was great—I feel so much more.. free."

"It’s a safety hazard." He muttered. His jaw aching from how hard he was clenching it.

He could feel the heat radiating off her as she stopped directly in front of him. Determined to maintain his composure, he finally looked up, ready to bark a command for her to go change—but the words died in his throat.

She leaned forward, trapping him by the arms of his chair as she bent down to meet his gaze directly. The movement was calculated destruction.

Gravity pulled her neckline low, giving Katsuki a view that sucked the air right out of the room. Her tits were inches from his face, framed perfectly by the tight material of her costume.

Katsuki's eyes drifted up from her chest to meet her eyes, catching the look of pure smug satisfaction on her face. She was practically waiting for him to break as his face turned red.

His restraint snapped, mirroring the silent snap of the pencil in his strong grip.

In a blurred motion, he cleared the desk and shredded her suit, pinning her to the table as he stood between her legs.

One hand gripped her tit while the other shoved her leg back to make room as he was hammering into her roughly while her sweet moans filled the air.

His cock filled her to the limit, claiming every inch of her tight, wet cunt with every stroke.

"Katsuki—" She’d need a hell of an excuse for her torn suit and a trip to the repair shop once he was done with her.

"You’ve been begging for this all day." He let out a low rasp, his gaze drifting down to her lips as the heat in her face rose to match his own deep flush. "Don’t you dare start acting surprised now."

He pressed his mouth against hers in a deep kiss that proved exactly how much her new suit had been working on him all day.

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[katsukiib]

Hiiii this is my first time requesting something! And my ideaaaa is nerdy virgin reader x cocky bakugo! Maybe the reader is like the best maker of suits/ equipment? Heheheh idkkk

headcanons of cocky!bakugo ɞ·˚ — SMUT! ♡♡

katsuki bakugo, the cocky hero candidate whose favorite "durability check" is breaking the composure of his favorite nerdy, inexperienced equipment-savant.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who has spent months visiting your lab just to smirk from the doorway, watching you fumble your tools the second he arrives for a "check-up".

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who lets your rambling go in one ear and out the other, far more interested in watching your flustered body language while you talk.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who chuckles under his breath when you try to act professional, teasing you about how your "nerdy little face" is turning red, all because you had to check the fit of his waistband.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who purposely flexes his muscles right as you’re trying to take a precise measurement, watching you nearly drop your tape measure and stutter out a sorry.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who loves reminding you that you've never been this close to a man, saying how your "virgin brain" is short-circuiting because his skin-tight suit is leaving nothing to the imagination.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who watches you kneel to inspect his thigh-seams, mockingly praising your work while ignoring the fact that his obvious erection is right in your face.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who finally loses his patience with your obliviousness and gently catches your busy hands, holding your wrists still while questioning if you’re actually as inexperienced as you act.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who roughly shoves your equipment aside to make room for you on the workbench, muttering that he’s finished with being your science experiment for the day.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who lets his hands wander over your curves, letting out a tch as you try to stammer out a technical reason for your flustered state while you're clearly soaking through your underwear.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who shuts you up mid-sentence with a possessive kiss, eager to finally taste the mouth that’s been driving him crazy with nerdy talk for months.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who draws a helpless moan from you with deep, soft kisses against your neck, whispering that for a genius with "smart hands" you're completely clueless once a real man takes charge.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who smirks as your thighs part for him, noting how your hands desperately held onto his shoulders the second his fingers finally slip past the waistband of your pants.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who slowly pushes a thick finger inside you, feeling how tight and dripping wet you are while teasing you for hiding your desires instead of letting him take care of you sooner.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who watches your eyes roll back when he hits the perfect spot, grinning because he’s the one studying your body now, seeing you completely unravel and make a mess all over his hand.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who takes full credit for being the first to give you this kind of pleasure, absolutely loving the way he can make his favorite genius completely fall apart with a single touch.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who leaves you breathless and addicted to his touch, only to pull away right when you're desperate for more, adjusting his suit with a smug smirk as he prepares to head out.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who gives a fake excuse about a "faulty gauntlet" just so he can see you again tomorrow and finish giving you exactly what your body deserves.

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a/n ♡ i’m so excited to finally post this because it’s my first time writing a headcanon layout!! i fell in love with this request the second i read it, so thank you so much to the lovely sender ♡♡

[katsukiib]

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Betrayal of Warmth ɞ·˚ KB

❥ ANGST! ♡♡ Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

❥ IN WHICH, Katsuki ends things with Y/N, believing his love is a dangerous liability. He tries to walk away in the rain, but a final, tender act of care reveals he's still deeply in love, even as he leaves.

Katsuki made the hard choice while he still had the chance. His gaze gave him away before the words even left his mouth—cutting ties was a bitter necessity to spare them both from worse pain.

In his line of work, love was a liability he couldn't afford to have for Y/N. He was never meant for romance, yet he’d let her become his greatest weakness.

He put an end to whatever they had. He couldn't call it a breakup when they had never truly begun. They were dangerously close, and he refused to let the distraction pull them under.

She called after him, but he just kept walking, preferring the cold rain over the comfort of the jacket and umbrella she was trying to return. He tuned her out, head low and hands shoved deep in his pockets, certain this was the only way.

"You damn coward!" He refused to turn back, unable to face the heartbreak in her eyes while her voice alone was already shattering him.

He accepted her insults in silence, hands clenched in his pockets, because looking at her meant seeing the pain he caused—and that was a blow he couldn't survive.

Suddenly, a small object bounced off his back, thrown just hard enough to make him stop. While the hit was soft, the message was clear—she was hurt and she wasn't letting him walk away in silence.

It certainly worked, but the reaction she got wasn't the one she was looking for.

His face stayed blank as he turned to find the source of the impact—her high heel, abandoned on the wet concrete.

Between the freezing rain and the drainage of her tears, her face was stained a heavy, frustrated pink. She expected him to simply forget her—to leave her in the rain along with every memory they shared.

Instead, he reached down for the stray heel and walked back to her, silently dropping to one knee at her feet.

It only made the ache in her chest worse. He gently took her ankle, lifting her bare foot and using his palm to brush away the grit and rainwater before carefully sliding the heel back into place.

She wished he’d finished the job—left her behind completely instead of coming back to offer a kind gesture she didn’t want to feel.

This final act of care was the last thing she wanted, a warmth that felt like a betrayal in the middle of their collapse.

As he stood, his gaze finally met hers—soft with a vulnerability that begged to stay and hold her, even as he began to step back.

"Get home safe." He whispered, turning back to the rain as if he hadn't just shattered her. She couldn't move; she couldn't even find the breath to answer him.

Y/N stood paralyzed, the words dying in her throat as she watched him go.

She hated him for it. She hated how he could break her heart and then try to protect it, all in one. The contradiction of him stung more than the cold heavy rain.

Katsuki was too stubborn to realize that she would have stayed through anything. She didn't want the hero—she just wanted him.

He walked away because it was easier to run than to handle the weight of what he felt for her. It was his usual tactic; running the moment he felt overwhelmed, as if he could outpace his feelings for her if he just moved fast enough.

Ultimately, he was terrified of admitting it—that he was already stubbornly deep in love with her.

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[katsukiib]

HIII!! So I have a little smut fanfic requesttttt…and here’s my little pitch! So Y/N has been doing intense hero work, like all day and all night. Because of this, she ends up becoming very tense both physically and mentally (she hasn’t been being mean just very stressed and tired yk?). And of course bakugou, being who he is, notices this and as she gets home from her last day of hero work before she’s off the next day, he’s determined to have her relax both physically and mentally, if ykwim. So then smut happens and then after, they’re all cuddly and sweet and Y/N finally gets to relax ^^ Hopefully this all makes sense lmao SORRY IF IT SOUNDS WEIRD

Devoured Stress ɞ·˚ KB

❥ SMUT! ♡♡ Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

❥ IN WHICH, Katsuki is determined to eat the hero-work stress right out of Y/N’s system, trading her exhaustion for a night of affection and relaxation.

Y/N had been dragging her feet the moment she arrived home, fueled by nothing but caffeine and that stubborn, heroic grit that Katsuki recognized all too well.

She had the same drive that burned in his own chest—that relentless need to be the best, to save everyone, to never yield. He admired it. He loved it.. But tonight, seeing the way her hands trembled as she reached for a glass of water, he hated it just a little bit.

The aroma of her favorite dinner filled the kitchen, but she walked right past it without a second thought—ignoring the meal he had specifically made for her, too drained to care about the food she usually loved.

Without a word, Y/N headed for their bedroom and fell face-first onto the bed, too exhausted to even take off her suit. Katsuki reached the bedroom just in time to catch the exact moment she collapsed onto the bed.

"You're gonna wreck your back like that." Katsuki said softly, unable to hide his concern for her burnout.

A muffled groan escaped Y/N into the pillow, her fingers twitching tiredly against the covers. "Just.. Five minutes." She whispered, her voice raspy and thick with exhaustion. "I just need to stop moving for five minutes."

Katsuki sat on the bed and gently rolled her over, his calloused hands working to unbuckle her heavy utility belt.

He knew that bone-deep ache where your mind wants to keep fighting but your body has already surrendered—Katsuki wasn't about to let her suffer through that ache for another second.

"You're off tomorrow." He reminded, helping her sit up just enough to strip her of her jacket.

"I have reports.." she murmured through heavy eyelids, too drained to realize the work could wait.

She had almost forgotten her husband was just as stubborn as her, always ready to pull her back to reality and ease her mind.

"Agency knows you're out." He grunted, her hips lifting slightly to help him slide the rest of her suit away. The metallic clatter of her gear on the floor signaled her shift was over, even if her mind was still racing.

Katsuki didn't listen to her protests about paperwork or responsibilities—he knew her better than she knew herself in this state.

"Hate that you do this to yourself." He grumbled against her skin, pressing a soft kiss against her neck.

Her tremors had eased since she walked in, replaced by her skin flushing under the heat of his full focus onto her.

She let out a broken whine as his hand slid up her waist, her exhaustion melting into a sudden neediness for him. "Katsuki, I’m so tired.." She exhaled and arched into his hand, her body desperate for more of his touch.

"Then lay there." He muttered, his hand steadying her. "Don't move a damn muscle. I've got you." He immediately let his hands roam over her, his palms working to rub the lingering tension from her muscles.

He settled between her legs and held her thighs up, trailing a path of kisses down her stomach toward her inner thighs.

She was already soaking wet, her body’s desperate response proving how much she’d been ignoring her own body for the sake of her hero work.

Her breath hitched as he hooked the fabric aside and pressed his tongue against her, her fingers diving deep into his hair.

"Katsuki, please.. Don't stop—I needed this so much."

Her words pushed him over the edge; he gripped her hips firmly, burying his face against her as his tongue moved with perfect pressure.

The reports and the villains faded into nothing. Her world narrowed to this single moment, her exhaustion finally forgotten. She gripped his hair tighter, her knuckles white, as a series of needy whines broke from her throat.

Katsuki refused to slow his pace, drinking her in with a focused hunger. The brush of his nose against her sensitive skin was a relentless reminder that he wouldn’t stop until she completely unraveled.

He wanted her completely drained—not from work, but from him. He wouldn't stop until his touch was the only thing she could think about.

He’d stay like this all night if he had to. Hell, he’d take up her entire free day tomorrow—he wasn’t going anywhere.

The last of her stress dissolved into a messy, shaking climax that left her sobbing his name. Trembling and completely undone, she finally settled, breathless and blissfully quiet.

Katsuki moved back up the mattress, hauling her flushed body flush against his chest. He pressed a firm kiss to her temple, his arms locking around her waist as if refusing to let any space come between them.

He felt her tremors melt away until all that remained was the peaceful, unburdened girl he loved.

"Told you to stop thinking." He murmured, his lips lingering in a soft kiss against her hair.

Wrapped in his scent, she felt more healed than any medicine could manage, her armor finally gone and leaving only the raw warmth of his love.

Katsuki let his palm wander in slow, soothing circles over her lower back. He had spent the whole day anticipating this—the moment the world finally let go of her and she became entirely his responsibility.

Looking down at her, he could tell by the way her eyelashes fluttered that she was drifting, caught in that blissful haze between a climax and a deep, well-earned sleep.

"Hey.." He whispered, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek, forcing her to look at him with those sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes. "I made that dish you love. It's been sitting on the stove, but I can heat it back up in two seconds."

He searched her face, his eyes gentle as he waited for her response. He wanted to make sure she was fed, pampered, and completely restored before she finally surrendered to the pillows for the night.

"Yeah?" Katsuki asked quietly, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

Her only response was a soft smile and a nod, proof that he had finally chased her worries away.

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[katsukiib]

hii could you do one where katsuki and reader are both in their third year and they're playing roblox in katsuki's dorm, katsuki's avatar is kinda buns cus he doesn't play Roblox that much/doesn't wanna spend his money on it, and they play bedwars (or any other Roblox game) with voicechat on and they're both arguing with opposite teams and panicking cus things are going wrong but they're still having fun with eachother.

tysmmm

Katsuki’s ##### Rant ɞ·˚ KB

❥ FLUFF! ♡♡ Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

❥ IN WHICH, Katsuki gets a VC ban after losing on a roblox game to a literal child, but Y/N’s laughter makes the ego hit worth it.

The setting sun peeked through the blinds and filled Katsuki's dorm with slanted shadows. On the bed, a comfortable silence was occasionally broken by the rhythmic tapping of fingers against glass screens.

Y/N and Katsuki were laid flat on the bed, holding their phones sideways side-by-side.

She glanced sideways, trying to catch a glimpse of his screen. She caught sight of his blocky character and couldn't help but snicker.

"I still can't get over your outfit, Katsuki." She teased, nudging his shoulder. "Bacon hair and a free explosion T-shirt?"

"Shut it." He simply grunted. "I'm not wasting cash on some shitty block game."

"Style doesn't cost that much." Y/N giggled, ignoring his huff. "Now hurry up and accept the invite—we're playing Bedwars."

A few minutes later, the room was no longer quiet. With voice chat active, they were completely focused and arguing with their opponents. Katsuki sat up and hunched over his phone, his thumbs hammering against the screen.

The insults from the opposing team started rolling in through the speakers—mostly high-pitched taunts from players half their age.

Katsuki didn't hold back, arguing with a group of twelve-year-olds with the same intensity he'd use in a real fight.

They were practically sweating over the pixels as their in-game-bed was eventually destroyed and their health bars plummeted to zero.

The 'Game Over' screen flashed in vibrant colors on their phones.

"L-O-L, you guys actually suck." A tiny, high-pitched voice chirped through the voice chat. "The bacon head is soooo trash—and loud."

Katsuki's eye twitched as he yelled. "You little brat! I'll blast your shitty base to hell!"

"Shut up, old man!"

"Old man?!"

He unleashed a string of curses so loud that Y/N pulled her phone away and quickly muted her mic—too late. A notification popped up on their screens; Your voice chat privileges have been suspended for violating community guidelines.

Y/N's breathy laugh turned into full-blown giggling. "Katsuki, you got us banned!"

Katsuki scowled at her and tossed his phone aside, though his reddening ears gave him away. "The kid was asking for it. Whatever.. The game was garbage anyway."

"You were so into it!" She caught her breath and wiped a tear.

He wouldn't admit that he actually had fun playing with her and got carried away.

He looked at her for a moment, his sharp features softening as he watched her laugh. With a final grunt of defeat, he slumped down next to her and pulled the blanket over them.

"Next time.." He muttered, gently flicking her forehead. "We're playing something where I can blow things up without a ban."

A faint smile appeared on his face as her laughter and the memory of the game washed over him.

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