#bakugo katsuki

[heartkaji]

❥you & bakugo won’t say you’re dating, but there will be signs

BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #1.

observed by — mina ashido

“y/n says she and bakugo aren’t dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.”

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mina assumes it’s a trick of the light.

sero’s stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, mina’s quick to assume the sight’s caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesday’s physics class.

but it happens again.

and this time you giggle.

and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.

mina puts on sero’s eyeglasses. they’re purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGP’s A-Level biology guide & pretends she isn’t observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.

bakugo’s face is stone still.

to the untrained eye, he’s simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.

mina doesn’t miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.

BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #2.

observed by — sero hanta

‘bakugo swears y/n isn’t anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as ‘mine?’

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the first time sero hanta ever decides to show up early, he’s stuck waiting at a theatre with an angry bakugo at his side.

not to say the fiery blond isn’t usually angry. but this time said anger comes with heat: he’s grinding straw between his molars so hard plastic cracks between his teeth. his feet tap like it’ll make time go by sooner. it doesn’t.

“i’m gonna kill that damn shitty hair.”

“we’re the ones who’re thirty minutes early.”

“shut the fuck up.”

dumb dog sero hanta does as he’s told. katsuki stews a little longer, neck rash red, phone clicking locked & unlocked till he decides he’s had enough—or till the anger reaches his bladder. “‘m going to the bathroom, watch my shit.”

katsuki doesn’t bother waiting for a reply. his hands shove in his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom, phone tucked firm between sero’s palms. sero hanta knows better than to hold it with anything less than an iron grip. but then it buzzes—& almost cartoonishly, the phone hops & skips before settling between his fingers

sero sees the notification before he can pretend otherwise.

mine🫀: mina and i are otw

mine🫀 : hope we’ll make it. this girl can NOT drive.

sero muffles a snort. the text holds truth, mina cannot, in fact drive. he recalls the time she picked him up to go to the beach and—wait.

is that text from y/n?

he’s quick to take a picture, send it to the ‘inBESTigators 🕵️🔍’ GC. before he can even close his phone & resume playing saint, kiri’s response comes in.

ripped riot 🔥: could be a typo

ripped riot 🔥: like ‘mine’ could be short for miner

pikachu ⚡️[replying to ripped riot 🔥] : are we deadass

sero’s about to type a response of his own before the familiar heavy steps of steve maddens sag at his ears. katsuki’s back, jaw tight & angrier than ever.

further investigation will have to wait.

BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #3.

observed by — denki kaminari

‘when the fuck did bakugo get funny?’

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autumn break means thanksgiving shopping & black friday sales that make twelve dollar products drop to eleven ninety-nine. denki’s shopping for snacks, kiri needs energy drinks & you’re here for produce. katsuki is here because you all need his membership to get into costco.

something isn’t right.

& denki’s not talking about how the price of cheetos have somehow gone up. he’s talking about the fact that katsuki stands firm behind you, hands in pockets as you show him fruit. that’s fine—bakugo’s always been able to tell which apples are good & which aren’t.

but no apple evaluation requires katsuki to lean in that close.

and denki’s pretty sure there’s nothing funny about granny smiths either.

so why the fuck are you giggling ?

kaminari’s eyes flit to katsuki’s. if he was any other classmate, he’d say katsuki was bored. lips tight, eyes neutral, jaw slack. but denki’s no other classmate. he recognizes that twitch in his brow. the bob in his jugular.

katsuki is pleased. at least, denki thinks—no, swears he is. but just to be safe, he chooses to call in an actual katsuki expert. kirishima’s fatass is trying yet another free sample. for the sake of peace, denki chooses not to comment & instead goes straight to business.

“yo, kiri—i’m not seeing stuff, right? is bakugo not smirking and making y/n laugh??”

kirishima, in true fatass fashion, responds with a mouth filled with mini tacos. “I down’t see ‘t”

“bro. chew.”

“I don’t see it,” kiri gulps. “don’t you think we should respect their privacy?”

“we’re at a costco??”

but kaminari drops it. if the katsuki expert himself says there’s nothing, there’s obviously nothing.

right ?

BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #4.

observed by — literally everyone

‘katsuki and y/n are definitely dating. oh, and kiri’s getting kicked from the group chat.’

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mina ashido is not playing around.

the rest of the gang isn’t either. kaminari’s flipping through a scrapbook titled ‘PHOTOGRAPHICAL EVIDENCE.’ sero’s screenshotting group chat messages that sound too fond to not be affectionate. kirishima’s got his laptop open, looking over ‘evidence spreadsheets’ he swears aren’t empty.

but they are. and mina, rivaled only by sherlock himself, notices.

“kirishima, cell B-4. what’s written in there ?”

“I—uh, cell? what do you—“

“aha—” mina shuts her book. she’s towering over eijiro now, hands on her hips & glare so sharp it melts kiri like—well, acid.

“you’re not really doing anything.”

sero lifts a brow. kaminari gives the stink-eye.

“matter of fact…” mina continues, “you haven’t done anything. compiling evidence. listening in on on their convos. you haven’t done anything we’ve asked you to.”

“yeah,” sero quips. his phone’s in his lap now. “matter of fact, you always had some excuse about why you couldn’t.”

“matter of fact,” denki joins, “you’re always trying to deny evidence. talking about us ‘being delusional’.”

oh, kirishima’s in trouble now. blood in his jugular. tar in his throat. “I—“

mina can’t make up what happens next.

The door opens. It’s katsuki—not surprising—they’re literally all seated in a circle on the mat in his dorm. plans to hang out & just chill today—the usual. kiri is bakugo’s roommate. getting in isn’t a fuss.

but you’re right beside bakugo.

and your finger’s in his belt loop.

mina blinks. you haven’t noticed them yet. you look all calm and pretty, lashes low, eyes glued to your phone screen. your finger’s looped around the belt-hole like you’ve done it a thousand times before, and—

is that katsuki’s hoodie?

“what the fuck are you losers doing here?”

kiri’s already scrambling to defend the situation—something about she & the others showing up an hour early, he didn’t know, don’t blast us all—but mina’s not listening. she’s wondering if the refractive index of light is so strong it somehow made it look like katsuki gave your hand a light squeeze before tapping your hand off his jeans.

you’re still quiet behind him. hair all cute, jam-pink cheeks, fawn freckled & doe-eyed. kiri and katsuki are going back and forth. sero’s joined in. kaminari’s farted because he thinks no one will notice.

“y/n, is that bakugo’s hoodie?”

you can hear a pin drop. and another fart from kaminari.

“no, it’s—“

“it’s mine.” katsuki steps forward, hands in pockets & posture lazy like he didn’t say something scandalous. “got a problem, pinkie pie?”

“i could never.”

katsuki hums. he tugs you gently by the palm, door clicking shut behind him with the kick of his shin. he trudges toward the group, right hand in his pocket, left in yours—and he murmurs a quiet sit in your ear before doing a once-over.

“what’s all this?”

“evidence.”

“homework.”

“not evidence.”

tongue click. “evidence of ?”

“the refractive index of light.”

“you and y/n dating.”

“not you and y/n dating.”

“uh-huh,” katsuki picks up a photograph. he recognizes the scene: you’re tucked in his side, showing him something on your phone while he leans too close to be considered casual. you’re giggling here. cute.

he pockets it. “you guys are a bunch of fuckin’ idiots. and you—“ he turns to kirishima,

“no, no bro listen,” kirishima’s palm rests on his neck, an apologetic glance in your direction before he answers, “I did try to get them to leave you guys alone. they wouldn’t listen!”

“aha! so you were a traitor!”

bakugo glares. mina shrinks.

a muffled giggle pierces the silence. then a snort. & now you’re full on laughing—

“oh my god,” you sniffle, “you guys know we were literally gonna tell you, right?”

“tell us when?” sero speaks up, long moved away from kaminari. “it seems kiri here already knew about it.”

bakugo grunts. “why do you idiots think you’re here?”

oh.

bakugo takes a seat beside you. sero’s avoiding eye contact. kaminari’s avoiding the cheetos. mina bites her lip. you’re leaning over katsuki’s thigh now, photo evidence flip-book in your hands. you’re pointing out familiar photos while laughing & shaking your head, and bakugo’s looking back with a gaze so soft that mina doesn’t know how she didn’t see it sooner.

“i think we owe you two an apology.”

katsuki’s got his fingers twisting your knuckle. “y’think?”

sero, mina, and denki all look towards each other.

“we’re sorry.”

“for what?”

“for stalking you guys.”

“and not trusting that you’d tell us.”

“and being idiots.”

katsuki hums, satisfied. but he’s not done yet. he leans back on his palms before gently poking your hip. “should we forgive ‘em?”

“maybe. if they can send some of these photos.”

bakugo nods, turns to mina. “you heard the missus.”

“girl, take the whole book. like—seriously. omg.”

you hug it towards your chest, and mina can tell bakugo’s fighting a smile.

“right. and since you guys know now, you can all leave.”

the three protest. kiri interrupts. “i think it’s for the best. it’s been a long day.”

“that includes you, shitty hair.”

“huh—what?! this is my room too!”

“don’t care,” katsuki tugs you up with him, grip gentle, palm flat against your back as he steers you towards his bed.

“and didn’t ask,” he glances over his shoulder, “all of you, out.”

signs, end.

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[aesthetically-dying101]

show me your teeth.

-pls do note this is inspired by @bfbkg 's headcanon. it was great teeth practice, it’s not rlly done but whateverrrrr

Please do not repost/post elsewhere.

:)

[comegetstonedwme]

hungry boy 18+

you told katsuki you were a virgin much before your relationship started, and thankfully katsuki was actually pretty nervous about that shit anyways, mostly cause he was a little bitch deep down but also because he was terrified of hurting or scaring you off. sooo, you had time to get comfortable around him before you had to start worrying about sex. it didn’t worry katsuki either, not at the start of your relationship atleast. but when the time started to get around three months of dating, he was losing control. the more inlove and consumed he became .. the more harder trying to control the urges he promised he buried down became.

it became so bad nearly everything you did made him hard. you had this natural purity about you, the idea of corrupting and taking your virginity .. being the first to bury himself inside of you. it fucking ruined him.

the kitchen glowed with a soft warmth, sunlight spilling through the windows while the stove filled the room with gentle heat. beside you, katsuki moved around the counter with rolled sleeves and flour-dusted hands, making the whole space feel warmer than it had any right to.

you wanted to help him make dinner, obviously your help consisted of you standing there watching him stir the sauce. “yknow your a great help.” he muttered dryly, sarcasm coating his words as his eyes flicked to you. “you literally won’t even let me help.” his response was an eye roll but the corner of his lips quirked into a smile. mindlessly, he dipped two of his thick fingers into the sauce the consistency thick against his digits. “oo— i wanna try!” you stated, he stood back expecting you to do anything other then grab his hand and wrap your mouth around his fingers, your tongue flattened beneath his fingers gently sucking on the seasoning.

you’d think for katsuki he’d have some cocky reaction, but he just froze. unable to process the blooming feeling in his stomach. he didn’t feel like he was in control of the situation, blush coated his cheeks much more obvious then he’d like to admit, internally he swore he could feel all the blood rush to his cock as the hardening length strained against the fabric of his boxers.

his eyebrows were slightly pulled inwards as a little sound left his throat but the second your eyes met the weakened red ones looking at you, his composure pulled back. you had to manually pull his fingers from your mouth with your hand

watching in real time as his head almost dropped. “i-i uh gotta go to the bathroom. jus- stay here.” he muttered all the usual dry strain in his voice had melted down into a clearer sorta more aware vocality.

you hummed as he walked off, slowly smiling to yourself because it was just so easy to get to katsuki and you knew the second you let him on you he’d be fucking you senseless, you’ve always wondered how long can katsuki bakugo really hold out for?

don’t kill me cause it isn’t jaw droppingly freaky

@xoxocelestial @toastedbunsies @cheezbot @chososwife6969 @cloudyfluxcavern @daan-go @cinnamorollscloud @rednicotine @yttiirl @comegetstonedwme

[slaiterrr]

in the same space (smut) off-menu (smut)  practice makes perfect ! (smut) “bring it on hero” (smut) charged to the touch (smut) pt.2 (smut) an eater (smut) 8pm and you (smut) princess (smut) fight me, love me (angst, smut) “let me hear you” (smut) “speakin’ my language..?” (smut) pt.2 (smut) “you’re not supposed to get up, kats!” (smut)  good boy!~ (smut)  “don’t hang up.” (smut) monsterfuckin’ kats (smut) breading with bakugo, no pun intended (smut)  out on a limb!~ (smut)  office katsuki (smut) “i bite things i like.” (suggestive)  the concept(suggestive)  corgasm !? (smut) virgin kats (smut) pt.2 (suggestive, smut) showerheaddd (smut) everybody here wants you…(smut) arts n crafts (smut) drunk in luv!~ (smut) seven minutes in heaven! (smut)  sleepyheads (smut) rut (smut) caught red handeddd (smut)  grinderrr (smut) dragon drabble (smut) glasses (smut) pt.2 (smut) lightweight (smut) your highness (smut) whipped cream (smut) meow (smut) pt.2 (suggestive) pt.3 (suggestive)  honeymoon (smut)  accidental submission (smut)  safeword (smut, comfort) happy trail (suggestive) pick up the phone (smau) (suggestive) hopelessly yours (fluff, smut)  valentines day (smut) pt.2 (smut) beefy!bakugo (suggestive, smut) food review (suggestive) distraction (smut) catch print w/ katsuki (suggestive) headboard (smut) birthday boy (smut) skin to skin (fluff, smut) press my buttons, baby (smut)

roommate bkg ( smut )

ovulation (smut)

[tired-teacher-blog]

Bakugo sincerely believes his mother loves you more than she loves him. The way she dotes on you, softens around you, and asks about you every time he visits alone is proof enough in his eyes. He never complains though, secretly, he likes how close the two of you are, even if he’d never admit it.

The day after you said 'yes' to his proposal, he decided to tell his parents. He drove to their house with you in the passenger seat, barely able to contain your happiness, while his handsome face held that familiar scowl meant to disguise his own excitement.

His mom and dad welcomed you warmly, just as they always did, ushering you inside while asking how you’d been.

And soon…

_ "WHAT? You actually proposed?! So you two are getting married?" Mitsuki blurted out excitedly, clasping her hands together as she looked between you and him.

_ "Why’re you yelling, old hag?!” Katsuki snapped back a little more furiously than necessary, his cheeks turning red. “Yeah, I did. What’s it to you?!"

_ "Because you’re an idiot, and I’m shocked someone put up with your attitude long enough to say yes!"

_ "Don’t call me that, damn it!"

_ "I’ll call you whatever I want, you brat! And you’d better treat her right, or I swear I’ll kick your ass!"

_ "Like hell I wouldn’t! I’ll treat her like a damn princess!"

_ "Good! That’s what I like to hear! And I want grandkids before I hit fifty!"

_ "That’s not up to you, hag!"

They went at it for several minutes, loud arguments mixed with even louder congratulations, while you and Masaru sat there quietly, smiling at your loved ones.

_ "They'll calm down soon," Masaru whispered to you, a gentle smile on his face, "would you like something to drink while we wait?"

You nodded your head, giggling softly. "That would be great, thank you."

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[coltlandgentry]

bakugo always had a . . . creative nickname for everyone ( see pinky, shitty hair, and dunce face ), and mina being the detective she is, couldn't help but notice when he started calling you by your name.

so of course she brought attention to this to all the others.

and they noticed the small things.

the way bakugo would hold the door open for you ( bare minimum but he let it shut in everyone else's faces ), how he quieted his voice. the edge dropping, the sharpness dulling.

how his shoulders seemed more relaxed when around you, how the faint start of a smile played at his lips whenever talking to you.

he was just . . . calm. in a way so non-bakugo that it was eerily off putting for everyone else watching.

and he wasn't stupid. he saw their staring, noticed the way mina's eyes flicked in his direction whenever he talked to you.

but he couldn't really bring himself to care. not when you were smiling right in front of him.

[bambieyedpoet]

papa's secret — ᨳଓ .dad! bakugou x wife! reader

summary: your daughter has her dad bakugou all figured out! | just super fluffy and domestic.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

“papa, i know your secret!” announces your daughter to a very tired bakugou.

he tilts his head, trying to shake off the restlessness from patrol today.

“oh yeah, and what are my ‘secrets’ exactly princess?”

“you,” she says, booping his nose.

“have a crush on mama!” she finishes off, jumping up and down around him in excitement like she’s got her dad all figured out.

he stares at her for a second, then shakes his head and tries to fight the smile forming on his lips. he stabilises your daughter’s movements with his firm hands.

“you got me all figured out princess, you’re so smart,” he tells her, giving her all the positive affirmations so she grows confident like him.

“but don’t tell mama, okay?”

she gives him her pinky finger and nods seriously. bakugou instantly locks his pinky with hers, solidifying their pinky promise.

“i understand why you have a crush on her… even uncle deku broccoli hair blushes at mama!” states your daughter with the brightest smile, oblivious she’s triggered her father’s jealousy.

“broccoli hair? you’re just like your dad… giving everyone nicknames, and about this uncle deku blushing… how does he act around mama?”

“he just smiles and gasps every time she’s near…”

“right, right,” replies bakugou, playing around with your daughter while she hands him a toy tea cup to drink.

just then, you enter the room after your long relaxing shower. one look at you and bakugou has unintentionally fixed his posture and his hair.

your daughter comes closer to his ear, “papa, you’re being obvious, mama shouldn’t know…”

“what shouldn’t mama know?” you ask, offended at the fact that father and daughter are in on something.

“mama, you can’t tell anyone this, but papa has a crush on you!”

bakugou bursts out laughing and his contagious laugh makes you as well. you walk up to the two of them and their tea party, sitting on bakugou’s lap.

“thanks for telling me sweetheart, let’s hope papa never finds out i know!”

just then, your daughter giggles too and makes herself comfortable on your lap as well. bakugou hugs you two with both of his strong arms as you all enjoy every bit of this family bonding.