interviewers using you as 'bait' for good reactions from prohero!katsuki 😭
it was comical how easy it was. after a stream of dull, bare-minimum answers to questions about his work, his feelings about attacks, or anything in between, they'd bring you up and it was like a switch flipped in his interest.
"yeah, what about her?"
he'd sit up straighter, a small smile on his lips as he reminisced about you as he thoughtfully answered questions about you. the producers clipping every second since it was literally the secret to their virality.
before they couldn't coax more than a yes or no out of him prior, but after bringing up his wife? now it was more of a challenge to get him to shut up.
and the best part was that it worked every. single. time. just when the reporters got worried that the single trick they held up their sleeve for the engagement his fans desperately wanted from him, he'd smile and grace them with a long ass answer once again.
though, it wasn't really a hack anymore. he'd caught on a while ago, but he'd do anything to get an extra second to talk about you.
"i know you're just tryna get me to be sappy and shit. good thing i wanted to talk about my wife anyway."
..my requests are open btw... before i go back into my slump era...
I saw this tiktok, and it reminded me of bakugou. If you could write it, that'd be really nice, pls and ty( first time requesting kinda nervous 😝)
i laughed so hard at this i was SNORTING oh my god ur so right this is soooo him
receiving flowers from katsuki bakugo wasn't an unusual thing.
he did it quite frequently, wanting to remind you of just how much you meant to him. even if you said he didn't have to get you flowers all the time, he saw how your face lit up everytime he did. so no, he would not stop getting you flowers for no reason.
but coming home and seeing a giant bouquet on the floor in front of your shared apartment door was new, to say the least. he always made sure to hand them directly to you, not rely on delivery.
you opened the door and tried your best not to trip over them as you bent down to pick them up, carrying them into your apartment and gently placing them on the kitchen counter. a small paper stuck out from the top with your name and you quickly pulled it out. maybe he wrote you a cute note on the inside?? you flipped open the slip of paper, eyes going wide at the print inside.
"Imma smack that ass tonight after this 14 hour shift."
holy shit. bold, wasn't he?
you couldn't help but laugh. the audacity was hilarious and hey, atleast you knew he was thinking about your during patrol...
you quickly snapped a picture of the note and sent it to him. a quick reply wasn't expected, but you were still surprised he answered within 15 minutes.
such a silly boy, wasn't he? atleast he had something to look forward to after work…and supposedly you did, too. all that matter is that he got home safe so you could thank him properly.
hello friends! it's been a while, but i am back with some bakugo/izuku x reader food <3
warnings: NSFW! minors DNI or i will eat your whole family. fem!bodied reader, izuku called izzy, izzy calls reader puppy, cucking, thigh riding, m! masturbation, oral (f! giving), cumeating, mean bakugo, dom!izuku & dom!bakugo, very subby!reader, alcohol mention
NSFW under the cut, also not proofread <3
katsuki is not the nicest guy when his gorgeous girl is being so clingy to Deku
your giggle rings through his ears as he watches from across the room, the way you clung to Izuku's arm like a fragile doll was driving him mad. that dress hugged your curves too tight, inching up your side with every keen into izuku, and without thinking he'd slide his hand down and adjust it for you, hands ghosting over your curves. he knew what he was doing, having pro-hero Dynamight's special girl draped over his arm like some prize, some prize he hadn't truly won. katsuki's blood was boiling, but he knew he couldn't cause a scene. after all, Deku had mentioned the gala to him, and he seemed disinterested. when you brought it up, begging to be taken to your first hero gala, he brushed you off, claiming he didn't want to show you off to the world just yet. so, here you were, Deku's prize for the evening. knowing you decided to go with his comrade, Bakugo swore he would only go to the gala to be sure you were safe, that he wouldn't get jealous. the seething was telling a different story.
your emerald ballroom gown that hugged your curves so tightly got hitched on the swell of your thighs once more, catching enough to displace the thigh slit just enough for Deku to blush. once again his hand snaked around your hips, tugging the dress down only slightly, and this time his hand held its place on your hip. a blush rose to your cheeks as your sipped from the champagne flute in your hand, eyes scanning the room for your lover. you knew katsuki too well, and you knew he would be at the event the moment you agreed to Deku's invitation. your eyes met his, and he cut his eyes at you before rolling them. you immediately divert your attention back to Deku as he squeezed you closer to him, clearly aware of your boyfriend's presence. Izuku's touch made you feel hot, the lingering circles he traced into your hips with each flirtacious giggle and stolen glance. you'd be lying if your senses weren't intoxicated on Izuku's hero demeanor, finding yourself at the end of this desire to be saved by Deku.
"how 'bout some water, puppy? you've had quite a few of those." the comment itself was innocent, but the thing that caught you off guard was the nickname that made your knees buckle. he knew, the sly smirk as he handed you a glass of water told it all. "hm, o-okay," you gasped softly, taking the water from him and having a few sips to clear your head. Deku's left hand never leaves your side as he watches you, drinking in your reaction to his words. you felt hot, like you were boiling under your skin. bakugo felt the same, more than aware fo the effects Deku had on his girl. still, he waited. bakugo was amazing at playing the long game, more than willing to edge you for hours to get a point across. still, tonight, watching your hands linger on Deku's chest, eyes gazing into his lustfully, chest heaving at the mere charisma of his friend, he knew something more than edging needed to be done.
just as you were collecting your thoughts from the gutter, deku reaches into his pocket to retrieve his cell phone. he grins when he sees the caller and immediately answers. "i knew you couldn't stay away," he starts, eyes scanning the room for your lover. he sighs contently when they lock eyes, listening to your lover's undeciphered words on the other line. "oh, i fully intend to," he remarks, a sly chuckle leaving his lips as he placed his phone back in his pocket. you look to deku with confused eyes, and he beams down at you, squeezing your hip an inch tighter. "puppy, we have business to attend to," he whispered in your ear, placing a chaste kiss against the shell of your ear. you blush deeper, nodding your head slowly and allowing him to lead you from the middle of the ballroom. he ushers you to the elevator, insisting he needed to stop at his hotel room before continuing the evening.
deku has you pressed against the door of his hotel room within seconds of entering, his knee coming between your legs to spread them apart. his lips immediately speckle kisses along your neck, moans leaving your lips. "i-izzy, please," you whine, eyes screwing closed as your curse yourself for allowing your resolve to fade. "i love it when you call me that, doll," he groaned against your skin, large hands roaming your body and settling one on your breast the other on your hip. "call him it again, teddy~". your eyes spring open as you crane your neck to see your beloved boyfriend sitting with his legs crossed in the chair adjacent to the window. deku lets out a groan against your skin, groping your breast over the gown as his presses his thigh into the gap between your legs. "you couldn't just stay quiet for another minute, huh, kacchan?" izuku grins against your skin, feeling your breath hitch as you realize your beloved boys had set you up once again. "daddy wants to watch, teddy. be good to izzy," katsuki scolds you and your cunny throbs at the command. deku's hands reach to bunch up your dress around your waist to reveal you had opted out of panties for the evening, and both boys let out a soft groan. "so you planned on fucking him anyway, huh slut?" deku directs his attention to katsuki, shooting him a warning glare as katsuki holds the menacing, shit-eating grin he normally held.
deku turns back to you lovingly, sliding you onto his thigh so that your bare cunny throbs against his toned muscle. he stood there, entranced by your overwhelmed expression as you worked your hips on his thigh, desperately seeking any stimulation to your swollen clit. "getting your mess all over my emerald suit, puppy~" he teased, earning a chuckle from katsuki. your eyes closed softly as your form subconsciously clung to izuku while you chased your release. you could feel their eyes burning into your skin, and that made your blood run even hotter. deku scoops you into his arms, carrying you to the mattress where he sat on the edge of the bed, sliding his thigh between your legs once more. he held your hips in place to halt your movement, left hand reaching to pinch your cheeks and make you look at him. "i want you to make a mess of my expensive pants, and then, you'll do the same for daddy, okay?" your eyes scan his face for any semblance of joking but found nothing. you sighed, realizing you were in for the longest ride of your life. you nod softly, beginning to work your hips over his toned thigh once more. your cunny dragged against the soft material of his slacks, the texture making your body tense with each roll of your hips. deku took the opportunity to slip your dress off of your shoulders, freeing your breasts for his lips to caress. izuku brought his tongue across your left nipple, sending a chill up your spine as he began circling and nipping at the sensitive bud. "izzy~" you whined, feeling the coil in your stomach begin to bend under the pressure of the brewing pleasure. you could hear the sound of skin slapping, and went to turn your head when izzy's hand stopped you, holding your head in place. "you look at me when you cum, bitch," he grunted, sending your body into a frenzy as your high approached. you bucked your hips faster against him, clit catching the ridges of his slacks with every haphazard rock. his words rang through your ears alongside the grunts from your beloved boyfriend's mouth, and you overheated, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. "good girl," deku grinned, helping you rock your hips through your high as your body slumped over him. when he was content, izuku's movements of your hips stopped, and he held you close to him as you took your time recovering.
once the heave of your chest slowed down a bit, izuku placed a chaste kiss to your forehead, but you craned your neck, whining incoherently about your lips. you needed the intimacy, even if you knew katsuki never let you kiss izuku, saying it was only meant for him. "what's this? puppy wants a kiss?" Izuku's sly eyes cut to Katsuki who crinkles his nose in disbelief, resolving on being meaner to you than had been originally planned. Izuku places a sweet, gentle kiss to your lips and you melt into his touch again, feeling the fire inside you reignite. without a second thought, katsuki had stood and scooped you out of izuku's lap, bringing you over to his chair where he'd been angrily steeping.
"you're not cumming anymore, so I hope that was worth it," katsuki groans, shoving you to your knees. "aw kacchan, come on-" 'shut up. she's my brat, and I decide when she's lost her privilege to cum'. you shiver at the idea of katsuki using your throat and leaving you high and dry. he takes his cock out of his pants, swollen pink tip oozing precum as his hand tangles in your hair. you peer up into his eyes, puppy dog like eyes of yours melting that hard exterior. "fuck" he moans, stroking himself in your face. you whine, knowing he's resolved to make you watch. "daddy~" you sniffle, realizing you crossed the line into unforgivably bad girl and he was not one to show mercy to bad girls. his hand moves quick along his member as he stares down at you, pliant and patient as your thighs rub together to create some sort of friction. "f-fuck, 'm close, you little bitch" he noticed the way the harsh name made your legs tremble when deku mentioned it, and the two men exchanged smirks as your shook from the build-up of your desperately needed release. his angry tip oozed more pre-cum as you writhed and whimpered below him, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you anticipated his release. "come here-" bakugo grunted, taking the back of your head and shoving his long, girthy shaft down your throat, the warmth sending him over the edge as he shot his seed down your throat. the harsh speed of the cum burned your throat, eliciting tears from your soft, fucked out eyes.
katsuki came down slowly, chest heaving as his gaze softened slightly as his beloved girl. "good job, puppy~" izuku whined, his own release creeping upon him as he stroked his cock to the sight before him. you held katsuki's member in your throat, leaned forward on your knees enough for izuku to see your glistening, soaked cunny. at the thought of your velvety walls, he shot ropes of cum all over his hands and fingers. katsuki pulled out of your mouth with a pop, a languid whine leaving your lips at the loss. katsuki grinned at his silly girl, gesturing over to deku. "go clean up izzy's fingers, and kiss him. make him taste himself, puppy," bakugo commanded, a blush rising to your cheeks as you crawled over to izzy. Izuku pressed his fingers into your mouth, drooling pooling and slipping out as he depressed your tongue. once you collected his seed, you leaned forward to plant your lips chastely. deku moaned against your lips, deepening the kiss to swirl his tongue throughout your mouth, definitely catching katsuki's residual seed in his mouth before pulling away with a string of spit. "even my cum tastes better than yours, kacchan" izuku smirks at him, and katsuki furrows his brows at him, sliding his trousers off entirely. "give me twenty minutes, i'll send my puppy over to you with a fresher load to taste, cum eater." izuku blushes at the thought, shaking his head as he pets your hair softly.
nobody knows how you put up with his attitude, the random death threats and mood swings that come along with working with the renowned hero.
the simple answer? you simply don't. you yell back, throw shit at his feet, threaten to run to the press at any slight confrontation (but everyone knows you wouldn't).
and nobody knows why you haven't been fired yet. it's the third argument that week, it's late at night and the last of the sidekicks are filing out slowly.
they don't dare to interrupt, they found out with personal experience just how fearful you can be.
as the door slams behind the last one of them, it's drowned out by your voice echoing throughout the office. "and i have no idea why you expect me to sign for your lazy ass too! are you encouraging forgery? a crime?"
"shut the fuck up."
"make me."
"gladly."
before you knew it, the papers you had so painstakingly organized and signed were now scattered and thrown carelessly on the floor as he lifted you up onto your desk. you legs wrapped around his torso like you'd had done so many times before, your arms finding a way around his neck as lips connected with yours.
as forceful and passionate as they usually were, without breaking the kiss as you took your hand into his hair and tugged him impossibly closer.
the pressure of his body on top of you was addictive, like most other days the weight on the table strained as he pressed you into it, into him.
"you're always," he emphasizes inbetween kisses, "fucking. around with me. it's like you want me to shut you up in front of everyone."
"it's not my fault you're annoying. and also stupid. and also infuriating."
you felt his hands press into your waist, his face was hidden in the crook of your neck, before he went and began to kiss down your body.
"anything else?"
you put a mocking finger up to your chin as you pretend to think. "hmm. nothings come to mind yet."
he left lipstick marks from the residue you'd left on his lips earlier. unfortunately, he looked really good with your smeared lipstick the color of his eyes complimenting his face.
he finishes off with a final long kiss on your lips, the yearning obvious in the way he almost refused to pull away. at the sight of your now disheveled appearance and messed up workplace, the ghost of a smile grew on his face.
at the sight of your annoyed face, he lets out a boyish laugh as he lets you go. he eyes the mess under you and sighs, "goddamn it. now we have to stay late before we go home."
"your faul—" you were cut off by him picking you up forcefully. you were slung over his shoulder, with one of his huge hands patting your ass as he stomped all over the mess and began to walk out. he grabbed your purse and clocked you both out as he made his way to his fancy sports car.
an interviewer asked you and katsuki as you sat side by side. you could only smile as your hand moved to support your head. katsuki pretended to think as he eyed you from the side.
you, who had asked him on your first date in a moment of impulse, choosing when, where, and how you were going to go on your date. a habit that bled into your relationship even now, with most outings being orchestrated by you, and a katsuki who was just happy to spend time with you.
you, who made all the serious design choices about the house. he let you take the reign as you chose things from the flooring, the tiles, the countertops, and researched to find an interior designer who fit both your taste and his.
you, who were the big spoon in every capacity. he'd lay his head on your lap as you lay on the couch, pulling your hands into his hair as to prompt you to play with it. when he came home late at night, he'd find refuge laying in your chest, almost always waking you up and he wrapped your arms around him and fell asleep to the sound of your heartbeat.
you, who always had the final say in an argument. katsuki and you hated fighting, he always acted out of anger and grew to regret it. yet, you'd always be the one to decide when the conversation was over. with a hand, or a simple word, you'd each take a break and reconcile when you said it was time.
“hm, this is a tough one.” he muttered, his hand covering the smirk of his mouth as he pretended there was any real chance it was him. you read him like a book, you always could, seeing red eyes staring at you and knowing you both had the same answer.
though, he knew the fact that he hailed your opinion as the highest sealed his fate. media, his publicists, even all might himself, none of their words held a pinch of truth next to yours. your word was final not only in arguments but in his problems, in his insecurity, in his worries. you silenced them all, with a few words usually paired by a kiss.
his hand fell off his mouth and on to hold yours, as he relented. “‘s definitely her.”
sigh ...prohero!bakugo going on an interview with your baby girl.
he'd be so uncharacteristically, to the media at least, gentle with her. he'd be answering questions, and sometimes letting her gurgle and babble on and on, saying "that's right" and encouraging her as if she was actually answering.
the nicknames he'd have for her would slip out as she played with the toys in the highseat he had them bring out for her. saying things like "be careful sweets" or acting surprised with her as she made a little rocket fly around.
you'd be standing off to the side, both of you looking proudly at her, and laughing when she mimicked katsuki's quirk with a 'boom' sound effect coming from her mouth.
he'd have a soft look on his face as she eventually wobbled over back to you, but since the show must go on you walked over and sat with her on your lap right next to katsuki.
you completed the interview together, getting meaningful opinions from your daughter as you answered the questions together, all of you looking between each other for guidance at each one.
looking like the perfect family and being the 'it' family :((
omg one of those being obsessed with his wife for 10 minutes videos but it's prohero!bakugo
the interview starts and he looks bored as hell. his pr manager sent him on this because he fell down in the ranks again because of his gruff image but he can't help it! why get in someone's way if you aren't prepared to get cussed out??
that is, until they bring up his love life. more specifically, you.
his scrunched up face of annoyance vanished immediately, replaced instead by a soft smile and longing gaze.
he talks about you for the bulk of the interview from that point on, even in questions that don't revolve around you in the slightest.
"your fans want to know, what's your favorite food?"
"well, i really like spicy food. ah, you know [name] brought me to this good spot for our first date as first-years, 'been goin' there ever since."
"favorite color changed?"
"nah, but [name] does look really good in red.."
when that interview blows up, interviewers and his team see a goldmine, suddenly you're involved in every question you can be, the fans love seeing his reaction to being told things about you, talking about you, and just anything revolving around you. not like he minds, you're usually on his mind 24/7 anyways.
and when you end up pregnant forget it, now the fans are asking to see you, asking for an interview with the person responsible for boosting prohero!katsuki up the rankings so consistently.
the first interview with you two together trends for weeks, his longing gaze on you as you talk, his fond smile as you express your opinions, the way he looks content when he makes you laugh.
ughh prohero!bakugo who's obsessed with his wife </3
proherobakugo! x preschoolteacher!reader save me...
you and your students are all huddled up on the rug that lays in the front of your classroom. it's career day! all of them are dressed up in adorable little outfits, and one of them even dressed up as you and said they wanted to be a teacher when they grew up.
some of them came dressed as pro heroes, some in onesies that resembled deku in his suit, one wearing a muscle shirt resembling red riot, and one wearing ear pieces that mocked katsuki's.
as you quieted down the class for the last surprise, they waited in anticipation. as dynamite walked out they all went crazy, she put a hand over your mouth to stifle your laugh as the kids were so excited to see him.
he spoke calmly with a gruff face, explaining the ins and outs of hero work, the boring parts, the cool parts, and "beating up losers." all as he sat cross-legged on the rug alongside you, in his full costume. he let the kids examine his gauntlet too, and explained how it worked when they asked.
the kids though, went from asking about how cool it was to be a hero, to more personal questions, like "do you have a girlfriend?"
he'd shrug nonchalantly, and very obviously take your hand into his gloved one, as he said, "she's right here, duh."
the class went wild as you lightly shoved him on his chest, making him laugh.
