#katsuki

[sp1ritb0x]

Pro hero Dynamight and Civilian Kirishima again hiii hii hiii guys

[satochhi]

you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.

“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.

“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”

he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.

“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”

“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”

you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”

he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”

as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”

he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.

it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.

“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.

“i know he does.”

[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

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[katsukiib]

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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[grenadehearts]

❤︎⁠ soft drunk suki. . . katsuki is a big baby when he’s drunk!

thinking about katsuki who had a few drinks while out with kirishima and denki, drinking isn’t something he usually does, katsuki hates when he’s out of his head, he needs to be in control of his senses, and when he’s not it seriously irks him.

but katsuki is also hot headed and stubborn, and he’s very easy to rage bait.. so when denki made some sideways remark about how katsuki couldn’t handle his liquor.. well.. katsuki had to prove him wrong.

which he just barely did. as soon as he got out of the uber, he threw up inside the potted plant outside of your shared apartment. see, katsuki can’t handle his liquor.. maybe if he had paced himself, but katsuki went in hard, drink after drink after drink.. and now he’s stumbling through the hallway into the shared bedroom, door slightly ajar as you wait for him.

“baby.” he slurs, voice rough and unsteady, broad frame lingering in the doorway.

“suki?” you ask, brows furrowed.

he stumbles in fully now, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp beside the bed, a wobbly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. his scar looks more prominent in the dim light, cheeks flushed red, eyes low and hazy.

“are you drunk?” you ask, trying to hold back your giggle, but it slips out anyway.

he scowls, grabbing one of the plush pillows from the bed and tossing it weakly at your head.

“shuddup,” he grumbles, words slightly slurred. “m’fine.”

you laugh, and he’s already crawling into bed, collapsing most of his body weight on top of you. his skin is unusually warm against yours, breath skittering over your neck as he speaks, the sharp tang of alcohol lingering on it.

“s’not drunk—hic—denki said i couldn’t handle shit, so i…” he pauses, brows pinching together like he’s trying to remember his own point.

“proved him wrong.”

you raise a brow. “did you?”

“yeah,” he mutters defensively, burying his face further into your shoulder. “don’t start.”

you hold his head up gently when he tries to melt bonelessly into the crook of your neck again, but your nails drag through his scalp, and he lets out something caught between a grumble and a whimper, eyelids fluttering embarrassingly fast.

he looks beautiful painted in the dim light, softer somehow, gentler under the warm glow. intoxicated katsuki is different than sober katsuki—less sharp around the edges, less guarded. sober katsuki is still soft in the center, it just takes more work to get there, more patience, more pushing past the bark to reach the bite he never really means. but drunk katsuki? drunk katsuki melts like a puddle in your arms.

“whaddya lookin’ at,” he grumbles, words muffled and slightly sloshy, shifting under your hold like a cat pretending it hates attention while very obviously leaning into it.

you smile, eyes glinting with pure adoration. “just how pretty you are.”

his cheeks turn beet red instantly, ears matching a second later. for a moment, a dopey smile pulls at his mouth before he catches himself, replacing it with a grumpy frown instead.

“quit bein’ weird,” he mutters, though there’s no heat behind it. he hides his face in your neck, but you catch the way his brows soften, fondness written all over them.

he peppers you in kisses now, messy little things all over your face, heated pecks pressed sloppily against skin. the haze of alcohol lingers in every movement, clumsy but impossibly affectionate.

“tch. you’re prettier, stupid,” he mumbles against your cheek.

you grin. there he is.

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note: it’s been years since i’ve wrote for katsuki on my blog.. it feels like it anyways i hope u guys enjoy.. from the queue

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[dramaticsk]

" i took my wife's name . use it ."

synopsis -ᯓ★ the honeymoon had been the best part of your wedding, to be honest. however, all good things come to an end eventually, and soon you and your newly-wed husband were back at work. however, some people seemed to get it incorrect with your new names.. cw ! -ᯓ★ fem!reader ,, reader is referred to as "wife, hun, darling," a / n -ᯓ★ blame tiktok for giving me the idea with that damn sound.

bright office lights and the soft hum of an air conditioner were the sounds you were used to, but it felt different now. four weeks in a tropical paradise with the love of your life would do that to you.

people had said you were glowing, that your energy was radiating off the walls of the workplace and made everything seem more bright.

on your first day back, you were swarmed by your coworkers asking how it went. some commented on your new hairstyles, others on your new jewelry.

"Oh my goodness, that ring is beautiful!" one of your coworkers, a manager in some department, held your hand and looked at it carefully. "You even got your nails done, he's spoiling you rotten!"

a small smile left your lips as you nodded, thinking of all the times that you and Katsuki spent together. "It wasn't much... he just wanted to do something nice for me."

"This looks really expensive. Like, the cost of my rent, expensive." she looked up at you, then back at the ring. "Our initials are engraved on the inside. And he had it custom made."

"I knew it!"

the two of you laughed and talked more about your wedding and honeymoon, remembering all the small details and funny moments at the ceremony; like when he had cake frosting on his nose, or when he teared up while you walked down the aisle.

being married to a pro-hero would come with its perks. free passes and spots in places, always having easy transportation, all the good things. though, there were cons as well.

paparazzi.

and when the news of your wedding got out, headlines were already being written and the reporters were on their way patrolling the streets, speaking on it in studios and on podcasts. he was a top-ranking hero, you expected it.

and knowing your husband, he despised paparazzi. "Too nosy," he'd grumble. "So annoying," he'd complain. every time after a street interview or a surprise pop-up from a random reporter, he'd just want to be buried in your arms with peace and quiet.

"Look! Your husband's on TV!" your coworker nudged you, staring at the communal TV that had been put in the breakroom a while ago, and was never really used other than to watch dramas.

but there was your husband, pro-hero Dynamight, looking annoyed as ever while he was bombarded with questions about the wedding.

"Where did you get wed?" "Do you plan on having any kids?" "When are you taking another break?"

he took his time to answer, but you could tell he was getting more and more impatient. it was almost funny, watching his eye twitch whenever a question was asked twice.

"Mr. Katsuki Bakugo, do you-"

"That isn't my name." the other reporters fell silent, as did the breakroom. "I'm not a Bakugo anymore, I took my wife's name. Use it." he snarked at them, crossing his arms. you still remember the day he told you that he wanted to take your last name instead of the usual way around.

his entire reason was that since you had began this relationship, you deserved to get the credit for it. "If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be a hero. Use my wife's name, or get lost. "

a moment of silence wafted over the breakroom as the reporters honed on with their questions on the television, and some people in the room started to murmur.

"He took your last name?!"

"He took my last name, yes." you could feel the sigh building up in your chest as you prepared for the long line of questioning that would come after this. by the time the day was over, you probably answered about 200 questions.

when you got home, you immediately got comfortable, laying on your bed and curling into the sheets. it felt good to relax after being hunched over a desk all day. shortly after, keys jingled in the lock and the door swung open. "Hun!" a loud grunt echoed throughout the house as Katsuki took off his boots, walking further into the house.

"Goddamn, where is this woman.." he grumbled to himself, stopping in the doorway when he sees you curled up on the bed. "Not even a kiss at the door?"

"Too tired, Mr. I took my wife's name." you tease, watching his ears redden with blush. "Shut it."

he let out a sigh and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I meant it, darling." he stared at you for a bit, then pinched your cheek. "Now, get up and give me some room, I'm tired too."

Katsuki got himself comfortable too, discarding his hero gear on the floor and slipping into some sweatpants and a tanktop, sliding into bed with you. "You're so soft," he grumbled, pressing his face into your hair as he squeezed you.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Go to sleep."

"It's not even-"

"Sleep."

"Yes ma'am."

heh... we love husband bakugo.

૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა -- property of dramatikks

[animesucks69]

Together they can protect and win ✴️❇️

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