#bakguou x reader

[heartofjasmina]

shameless saturdays. i’m gonna be real honest, i’ve been rotting on daddy kats again. but like.

supporting him through his career, being with him through every hard moment he goes through and supporting him in it in life, no matter what that looks like. idk. and also

just him being sweet on you. loving on him in return. getting dicked down in the nastiest, most loving way bc that’s who he is to me.

Bunny!!! So good to see you in my inbox again ♡ you're so real for that. He is a core fixation for me too. And you're 100% correct, he is the biggest softie with the biggest cock--

You and pro hero Bakugou Katsuki had built a life together. A quiant home on the edge of the city, filled with soft blankets and cute trinkets you love to collect mixed in with his All Might hero merch collection.

It hadn't been smooth sailing all the time, not with his anger issues and troubles communicating, or with the many missions where you wondered if he would make it back to you at all. But you'd been his rock, more than he'd ever be able to put into words. Showering him with affection and love until he has no choice but to accept it, no matter how much he grumbles.

So it shouldn't surprise you that in bed (the one place he can be honest it seems like) he's finding ways to show you what he can't say.

When he's licking up the sweat on your throat while he's fucking a third load into you, groaning, "Never gonna get enough of you, ma."

When he's fucking you from behind, his thumb pressing into your asshole, "You're mine. Every hole, every inch of you. Just like I'm yours."

When he's pulling out to spew his cum over your face while you twitch, overstimulated from too many orgasms, "Love you baby-- fuck you look good covered in me."

He's still gonna fuck you with the same debauched intensity he had in college, but this time while confessing to you all the things you always wanted to hear from him.

[lovingnekoma]

you see him and you think, that is a man who never loses. you see him and you fall in love.

bakugou katsuki is not a nice man and yet he cradles your heart in his hands. for some reason, you feel like he would let you down gently, even though you know he would not. instead, he would lay you down carefully and callously.

but there is this: he will love you forever. he will protect you until the end of his days. devotion is the burden bakugou has borne his whole life and you, in the centre of his universe, in the peripherals of his dreams, are always going to be one of the best and worst things to have happened to him.

how do you look at a man who has let you hold his legacy, his hands in yours, and not give yourself to him, over and over. how do you see the knife-sharp curve of his smirk and the burning light in his eyes and not think, ah yes. i want to love him until i am dust in this earth: as my eternity, my homecoming.

nobody would ever call bakugou stable and yet he offers himself up time and time again to give you a north star, a home, a guiding voice on the worst of days. it is gritty and it is humbling but bakugou is trying and so are you, reaching out again and again; heart on your sleeve, heart caught in your throat.

it is honest work. it is trying work. it is a relationship, built off of trust that is bone deep and love that drains into the basin of both of your very fucking souls.

is that not it, something between you two that is so deep and fundamental where if you were to ever part, you could never replace the feeling of bakugou’s hands on your vulnerable ribcage, curling into the liminal space of your chest.

if you were to ever part, there is something in bakugou that would shatter before he could rebuild himself, an ache in his hands that would never quite go away to match the one in his heart.

but bakugou has not lost yet and he does not plan to lose you. so: he tries. and you try. and in there, you keep falling in love.