#soft bakugou

[katsyukis]

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writer!bkg headcannons : a quiet life with your author boyfriend

writer!bakugo who owns the multi-generational family bookstore in the big city, the most important place of his life. he took his first steps in that store, babbled his first word and where he was when he got the call about his first book deal.

writer!bakugo survives off his daily minimum of three cups of coffee. he grumbles about deadlines and rewrites and contracts until he passes out in your shared office, glasses slipping down the slope of his nose and head against the mahogany desk.

writer!bakugo refuses to use any sort of social media to promote his books. he only starts having an online presence after you make accounts for him, gaining attention from publishers all over the country.

writer!bakugo hates signings, thinking they’re a waste of time. that all changes after he sees the first kid approach his table, toothy smile and all, with his book clasped to their chest. it reminds him of his younger self, doing the same thing with his parents at book conventions.

writer!bakugo loves that you don’t work in publishing, keeping a veil of mystery around his writing process. it takes time, but he eventually starts letting you read his chaotic notes and loose outlines. he values your opinion over the highly rated critics his agent suggests.

writer!bakugo claims you’re his good luck charm, needing a minimum of three kisses before writing anything at all. without them, he swears he can’t focus and writes like shit. he claims that he’s written some of his best scenes after a long makeout with you on the couch.

writer!bakugo takes you on vacations all over the world as an excuse to get inspiration for his next book. it shows you exactly how he creates the worlds in his head and puts them to paper no matter where you two end up.

writer!bakugo who strictly wrote sci-fi and fantasy novels secretly writes an entire romance series dedicated to you. in the final volume, he gives you a signed copy in your shared apartment with the words “help me write the next part — will you marry me?”

© 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒 : do not copy, repost, rewrite, or feed my work to ai.

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KATSUKI BAKUGO X F!READER (SFW)

The cold, skin pricking air seeped in through the partially open window. As usual, the birds chirped their morning hymns, their high pitched voices echoing the quiet streets of your shared apartment.

You stirred awake at the noise, eyes blinking tiredly due to the lack of sleep the night prior, a recent habit that had developed since the start of your first year in college. Rubbing your eyes, you let out a soft yawn, feeling the crisp air burn your nostrils as it entered your lungs.

Attempting to roll over, your movement was halted as the hand that was circled around you, anchored your body.

Ah. Of course.

How could you forget your beloved boyfriend was sleeping right next to you, his hand laying loosely around your waist.

You gently swivel to lift his arm up and away before Katsuki, opened one eye to glare at you.

His raspy voice fills the air, “the fuck ‘r you doing?”.

Anyone else would think he’s being aggressive but you’ve been with Katsuki long enough to know he’s all bark and no bite.. well only if it comes to you.

You sighed, “Morning to you too Kats”.

“Doesn’t answer my question… why’re you trying to leave me?” He groans he shifts his body to be in a better position.

“Aww Kats… you’re being all clingy this morning” you coo, cause it’s not often he gets like this, but when he does you’ve learnt to cherish the hell out of it.

“Yeah never mind you can leave”, he turns his body away from you, seemingly pouting but you know him well enough to know he’s just flustered.

You lay your head back down against the cool pillow and yawn once more, he perks up hearing you yawn and turns around. Time felt slow when you were with him. Like he was the only thing in this world.

“Kats..”

“Mm?”

“ ‘M cold”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Was gonna get another blanket”.

His soft red vermillion eyes gazed upon you, not with his usual scowl but the side of him that was only shown to you, his soft side. Shuffling closer, he laid his head against your soft chest, pressing soft kisses against your neck, not filled with lust but rather a gentle fondness.

Muscular toned arms painted with battle scars wrapped around you gently, pulling you in closer, as if he wasn’t already close enough to you. You were his life force. The oxygen he breathes. Small moments of his gestures and attention reminded you always, of how much he loved you.

“This better?”

“Much better. Love you Kats”.

“Yeah whatever, it’s nothing. Love you too”.

“Kats. Can you be like this more often.”

He paused for a moment, “… piss off” , before he nuzzled further into you, a small smug smile forming knowing that leaving the window slightly open always allowed him to get what he wanted without asking.

[yvesssya60]

Take a Chance With Me | Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Synopsis:

Katsuki Bakugou isn’t good at asking for things—especially not you. But loving you has made him careful, quiet, and willing to wait… even if every part of him is yearning.

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Katsuki Bakugou loves loudly in his own head and quietly everywhere else.

It’s in the way he always knows where you are in the room.

The way his body automatically positions itself closer to you during group study sessions—never touching, but there.

The way he notices when you forget to eat, when your shoulders tense, when your voice sounds smaller than usual.

He doesn’t say anything at first.

Katsuki waits.

Because you’re important.

Because rushing you would be unforgivable.

He’s never been scared of explosions, villains, or pain—but standing in front of you with his heart in his hands? That terrifies him more than he’ll ever admit.

You think he doesn’t notice the way you look at him sometimes.

You think he doesn’t hear the hesitation in your voice when you laugh with him.

You think he doesn’t feel the space between you when things almost—almost—feel like more.

But he does.

God, he does.

That night, it’s quiet. Too quiet. You’re sitting beside him, knees pulled to your chest, staring at nothing in particular. Katsuki hands you a drink without looking.

“Drink,” he mutters.

You blink. “You didn’t even ask if I was thirsty.”

“Didn’t need to.”

You take it anyway. He watches you drink like it’s the most important thing in the world.

Minutes pass. Then—

“…You ever think,” he starts, voice rough, “that maybe you deserve someone who chooses you every day?”

Your heart stutters. “What?”

He finally looks at you. Really looks at you. There’s no anger there. No fire. Just something raw and aching.

“I’m not good at this,” he says. “I know that. I don’t say things right. I don’t always show it the way people expect.”

He exhales slowly, like he’s steadying himself before a jump.

“But I’d choose you. Every time.”

Your breath catches.

“I don’t need you to decide right now,” he adds quickly, almost panicked. “I’m not asking for promises. I just—” His jaw tightens. “I just want you to know I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Silence stretches between you, warm and fragile.

“…Katsuki,” you whisper.

He flinches like you might say no.

“If I took a chance,” you say softly, “would you catch me?”

He doesn’t hesitate.

“Always.”

He reaches out then—not fast, not forceful—just his pinky brushing yours. A question. A hope. When you hook your finger with his, his breath shudders.

Katsuki Bakugou smiles.

It’s small.

It’s rare.

It’s yours.

And in that moment, you know—

this is what it feels like to be chosen.

a/n: Wishing he's real ;_;

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

New storyyyy 

Summary:

Akami wakes up alone in bed after hearing Katsuki come back from patrol. why wasn't he in bed yet?

a soft story about Akami (oc) and Katsuki

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Caught in the rain

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Shams in Gaza

I am Shams from Gaza, 17 years old, a girl from a family of 7. I was in my first year of high school before the war. I loved my family, my s

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Katsuki loves you and doesn’t know how to show it.

Like at all.

It’s always been like this. He’s shit with words, but his actions always speak louder than his words.

The two of you had been together for years now, slowly forming a life together, and working on your futures. Letting them intertwine in every way that they possibly can, because the two of you loved each other. At least that’s how you are most days, but every couple has their moments right? The two of you spent a good amount of time bickering and making jabs at each other. Insecurity begins to rise in your chest regardless of what you tell yourself, you’re still afraid.

You try to not let this get to you, because you know Katsuki would notice and you didn’t want to bother him with this. However when the two of you are cuddling laying on your soft bed it slips out;

“ Do you love me Katsuki?” Immediately you feel him stiffen and his hand stops stroking your hair. He pulls back a little so he can look at your face better, red eyes staring at you with determination.

“The fuck you thinking that for? You think I don’t?” He sits up a little more “You think I’d watch your stupid Bachelor show with you if I didn’t?”

You giggle a little “I thought you liked the drama”

He scoff but he doesn’t deny it before moving on; “If you think I do those face masks because I care about my skin you’re crazy. Do you think I make lunches for all my friends? You think I text deku goodnight when I’m working late? You think-“

“Okay okay” you laugh a little more “I get it. I’m sorry I just get in my head a bit.”

“We’ll get the hell out of it because nothing is changing how I feel about you.” He lays his head back down on the pillow before saying “I love you so fucking much sometimes it hurts.”

Your heart throbbed knowing how hard that must’ve been for Katsuki to admit, and you kiss him on the cheek. “I love you too suki.”

“Do you want to watch the bachelor?”

You suppress a laugh “I thought you didn’t like it.”

“I don’t. I’m just suggesting it cause you like it.” He turns away trying to hide the soft pink tint on his cheeks, and you smile before grabbing the remote.

“Only because I like it.” You repeat turning the tv on, and Bakugou holds you tighter.

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Katsuki Bakugou x Autistic S/O — First time cuddling au !!

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The dorm lounge is mostly empty, dimly lit by the flicker of a muted TV and the soft glow of string lights Mina insisted on putting up. You’re curled up on the couch in your favorite corner, legs tucked under you, hoodie sleeves covering your hands like usual.

Katsuki sits beside you, close— but not too close. He always gives you just enough space to breathe, until you show him otherwise.

He’s watching some action movie halfheartedly, arms crossed, pretending not to be thinking about how badly he wants to pull you into his chest. But he is. Has been for weeks now. Still… he waits.

You’re the first to break the silence. “Hey… um. Could I maybe… sit closer?”

His crimson eyes flick to you. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something soft in his gaze that wasn’t there a second ago.

“Yeah. 'Course.”

You shuffle over slowly, carefully, not yet touching. He waits again, like always, until your shoulder barely brushes his arm.

“Can I…” you hesitate, voice barely above a whisper, “lean on you? If that’s okay.”

He doesn’t answer right away — just lifts his arm and shifts a little to open up the space beside him, warm and solid and safe.

You slowly nestle against him, resting your head on his shoulder. The contact is strange— intense, even— but not in a bad way. It’s… grounding. You feel the slow rise and fall of his breathing, the way his arm wraps loosely around your back, not squeezing, just there.

“You good?” he murmurs, voice low like he’s afraid to break the spell.

You nod against him. “Yeah. It’s a lot, but… in a good way.”

He rests his chin lightly against the top of your head— not heavy, just enough to make you feel surrounded without being smothered.

“I can back off anytime,” he says. “Just say the word. You know I don’t need all the touchy crap to know you care.”

You smile into his hoodie. “I want to. Just… slow.”

His hand moves slowly— carefully— rubbing gentle circles on your arm, over the fabric. He avoids your skin directly, knowing you need layers sometimes to feel safe. Every touch is cautious, measured, respectful.

You breathe deeply. The weight of the day, the overstimulation, the anxious spirals… they all start to melt a little in his warmth.

“You’re really good at this,” you whisper.

“Tch. Don’t make it weird,” he mutters— but you can feel the tiniest huff of a laugh against your hair. “Just… wanna make sure you feel safe with me.”

“I do,” you murmur. “More than anyone.”

He doesn't answer. Just pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and gently drapes it over both of you.

You end up falling asleep like that— wrapped in warmth, pressure, and a kind of affection that needs no words.

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