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Izuku reacting to katsuki calling him handsome 😌💘
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.
Prohero!Bakugo who had big biceps.
Golden. Thick. Scarred.
Which wasn't exactly surprising.
Years of brutal training. Endless patrols. Rescue missions that left him carrying concrete slabs like they weighed nothing.
A body like his wasn't built overnight.
It was earned.
Still...
You weren't exactly thinking about any of that.
Not when your face was currently squished against one of them.
"...Comfortable?" his voice rumbled from somewhere above you.
You hummed, nuzzling deeper into the warm muscle.
"Mhm."
"...You're usin' my arm like a damn pillow."
"'Cause it is."
A scoff. "Brat"
You were also convinced half of Japan wanted these arms.
The skin-tight hero costume certainly didn't help.
Every interview. Every press conference. Every rescue caught on camera had people online collectively losing their minds whenever he crossed his arms or flexed without realizing it.
Sure you loved his arms but the rest of Japan loved those arms for entirely similar reasons.
The hero rankings practically exploded every time a new agency photo dropped.
Reporters somehow managed to ask the most ridiculous questions just to keep him standing in front of cameras a little longer.
You'd seen the edits.
The thirst compilations.
The embarrassingly dedicated fan accounts.
Sometimes you were pretty sure the cocky bastard made it worse on purpose.
Coming home straight from the agency after squeezing in one last workout.
Veins standing out beneath tanned skin.
Sleeves rolled up just a little tighter around his arms than usual, buttons looking one deep breath away from surrendering.
Just enough to watch your traitorous eyes linger a little too long, smirking like he already knew where the night was going.
But none of that compared to the mornings.
Those belonged entirely to you.
Just with Katsuki.
Soft around the edges in a way the rest of the world would never believe.
Sleep-mussed blond hair sticking up in every direction.
Grey sweatpants hanging low enough to make you question his intentions early morning.
You shuffled into the kitchen, still half asleep, and without a word your hand found its usual place, giving his ass a lazy squeeze.
"Morning, beautiful."
He barely reacted anymore, already used to it.
Just huffed out a quiet laugh beneath his breath, the sound rough with sleep as he continued flipping the breakfast pan.
"Mornin', pretty," he rasped.
Your smile widened.
Naturally, your next move was to latch onto his arm.
Both hands wrapped around his bicep as you shamelessly buried your face into it.
"Hungry," you mumbled giving a playful nibble to his arm.
"For breakfast?"
"...Eventually."
His brow lifted.
You were already staring again.
Your gaze wandered shamelessly over broad shoulders, across his chest, down the defined planes of his waist before settling—once again—on those stupidly huge biceps.
He caught you. Of course he did.
That infuriatingly handsome arrogant half-smirk tugged at his lips.
"...See somethin' you like?"
Before you could get another word in, he hooked an arm around your waist.
The world tipped.
One effortless lift-
And suddenly you were sitting on the kitchen counter.
Somehow, he still towered over you.
"...Tch."
He leaned down, lips brushing your ear.
"Greedy little thing."
His hands settled against your hips as he stepped between your knees, amusement dancing in crimson eyes.
"just gonna keep starin'..."
He leaned in, big hands already parting your legs and trailing higher.
"...or you gon' work f'it baby?"
Prohero!Bakugo who had big biceps.
Strong enough to lift cars.
Strong enough to tear through concrete.
Strong enough to save lives.
The rest of Japan admired them because they made him a hero.
You loved them the best when no matter what...
they always found their way around you.
or when they had you in a nasty chokehold.
private video ɞ·˚ KB
𑣲 katsuki sends you a video of himself finishing for you. ⋆。° — SMUT! ♡♡
he normally never does shit like this—he's always way too damn busy, and besides, he has you.
but four weeks into a grueling hero trip, the distance was wearing both of you down. your constant messages about missing him—needing him—finally broke his last shred of restraint.
the video opens with his phone held in one hand, pointed straight down at his lap. the flash illuminates every hard detail; his abdomen, his broad thighs, and his hand wrapped around his hard cock.
his tip is wet and shiny—already leaking pre-cum and gleaming under the soft flashlight beam, stroking himself with a steady pace.
the quiet hum of the air conditioner is instantly drowned out by his heavy breathing, his slick strokes and low groans coming through crystal clear.
"couldn't wait one day.." he mutters breathlessly, strokes himself hard from the base. "got me workin' myself off in some damn hotel room."
僕のヒーローアカデミア pro-hero!fwb headcanons ⸻ mdni ◟✦
bakugō katsuki ⸝⸝ kirishima eijirō ⸝⸝ kaminari denki ⸝⸝ todoroki shōto
勝己 ⸻ katsuki
⟢ insanely protective over you, to the point where it’s not even close to being a secret that you two are fucking. this mostly applies to hero work, but it’s really any social interaction.
⟢ he’s not very good with fans, and he gets so visibly irked if anyone tries to flirt with him — baring his teeth and staring daggers. you’re the only thing that he could ever want, even if being in a relationship scares him to death.
⟢ always does favors for you that you didn’t even request, like tidying your apartment, restocking your period products, or bringing your favorite coffee to patrols — he has all of your drink orders memorized. he then proceeds to act annoyed that he went out of his way, but you know that’s just how he shows affection.
⟢ katsuki is a bit mean in bed, but only as much or as little as you want him to be. and he is very vocal.
⟢ he’ll fuck your throat like he hates you, then practically confess his love while he’s between your thighs, eating your pussy.
⟢ he loves doggy, especially if he needs to let out some frustration, but mating press is his favorite by far. he can still pound into you just as hard, but he reaches even deeper in this position and the way you look at him — it’s his favorite thing ever, aside from eating you out.
⟢ how he’s so much bigger than you, seeing your perfect body folded to accommodate him like this, legs pulled into your chest and over his shoulders as he fucks load after load into you .. he can’t get enough. and fuck, he thinks that you are so pretty, the prettiest girl in the world.
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.
what do you mean you’re together?
𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff
“What do you mean you’re together?”
Silence hit the common room like a slap.
Bakugou stood with his arms crossed, scowling. “Are you deaf? We’re dating. Me and her.”
All eyes turned to you. You gave a small shrug. “Surprise?”
“Since when?!” Mina shrieked.
“School festival,” Bakugou muttered.
“That was six months ago!!” Kaminari practically screamed.
“You’ve been hiding it this whole time?” Kirishima asked, betrayed.
Bakugou scoffed. “You extras would’ve made it a circus.”
“But you yelled at her over a croissant yesterday,” Jirou pointed out.
“She got mine after.”
The room paused.
Then—
The room exploded.
“You guys are unbelievable!”
“Who else is secretly dating?! Todoroki? Are you hiding someone too?!”
“I KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF WHEN HE SAID ‘PLEASE’ LAST WEEK!!”
Bakugou clicked his tongue and looked away, ears just barely pink.
“Tch. This is exactly why we didn’t say anything.”
You tried not to smile too much.
He didn’t look at you—but he didn’t move away either.
Typical Bakugou.
©rosereveries
Katsuki is probably on so many painkillers here while also thinking of starting that hero suit project