Maybe One Where The Reader Comforts Him After He Has A Nightmare ?

. ₊˚ ୭ he likes to smooth his thumb over your lips and softly trace its features as if to prepare you for another one of his kisses that always seem to render you breathless thereafter. he'll snake a hand around the nape of your neck and pulls you closer until his lips ghost over yours. the second you start leaning closer in anticipation, he pulls away at once and shifts to plant a featherlight kiss on the tip of your nose instead.

stunned, you open your eyes only to see the devilish grin plastered on his face, seemingly proud of his cheeky act under the guise of a cute, harmless gesture. you only snap out of your daze when he playfully pinches your nose and starts teasing you with a smirk too smug for someone who had to hold himself back from crashing his lips onto yours himself when he had the chance to.

ー BAKUGO KATSUKI, takami keigo, dabi, shinsou hitoshi, aizawa shouta, kaminari denki (except he can't stop giggling and tripping over his words while teasing you), monoma neito

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Uppies!

b.katsuki / f.reader

genre: domestic, husband!bakugou, wife!y/n

warning(s): mizusu is babie, she throws a lil tantrum- but nothing daddy can't fix

w.count: 3k

synopsis: katsuki comes home early to relieve the babysitter hired to take care of mizusu. you come back home to your daughter sitting on her father's hip and listening to kiddy music with dinner on the stove. katsuki realizes just how warm his two girls make him.

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a/n: ive been stressed and i think bringing mizusu, the beloved baku-child, back will make me feel better. bc she's precious. she's still a lil bab in this one :D

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It was just after noon when Katsuki's mobile started to violently ring in his pocket. It was a special ringtone he set to be horrendously obnoxious so it'd gain his attention every time it went off. He knew who was calling before he could even dig the device out of his pocket because of it. He only briefly looked at the caller ID every time out of pure habit.

-Zusu's Sitter-

He only barely clicked his tongue, half expecting this phone call at some point today. He swipes his thumb across the screen then presses the phone to his ear.

"Tapping out, kid?" He holds no teasing or malicious tone, it was more like a statement he was finalizing before the person on the other end spoke.

Katsuki and yourself had hired a babysitter for the days you and he both had to work and couldn't easily get out of it or swap out between morning and afternoon shifts. You had hired some teenager who was looking for experience in childcare as well as make a quick buck during breaks between terms. However, this morning when they showed up after you had already left for you, they didn't look the best.

They had reassured Katsuki that they could work and that they were just experiencing a small head cold, maybe even something as unremarkable as allergies. Though, the parent in him kicked in and made the teen promise to call him if their fever spikes up. Both for the teenagers sake and for the fact he didn't want his little one-year-old daughter catching a fever either.

On top of that, he gave them specific instructions to call him instead of you.

Compared to him, you've been practically pulling your hair out trying to adjust back into your work life. Even though your maternity had been up for a while, you had been doing exclusively desk and paper work for your agency- still a bit too paranoid about going back into the field now that you were out of practice. You had only recently put that hero suit of yours back on and started back on daily patrols in different city limits and sectors.

He didn't want you rushing home in a frenzy because your daughters babysitter was sick. Katsuki could just walk out of his agency, saying his daughter's sitter was out of commission and he wouldn't even be slapped on the wrist the next day.

"I'm very sorry, sir!" The teen practically cries into the line. "I really thought I could go all day, but my fever jumped out of no where and I don't want Mizusu getting sick because of me."

Katsuki breathes out of his nose as he raises from his desk. He looks at the clock hanging on the wall that read 12:04, although if memory serves that clock was a bit slow.

"It's fine," he huffs, but still not really annoyed. He grabs a sticky-note pad from the corner of his desk and starts scribbling on it as he speaks separately into the phone. "Go ahead and put Zusu in her play pen for now, but wash your damn hands before you touch her. Keep her there until I get home," he rips the top sticky-note off and flips it over to the hero who sat in front of him in their own little desk space. "Even if she starts fussing, don't take her out; she'll be fine."

"Of course. I'll keep my contact with her to an absolute minimum!"

"Good," the hero who read his note gave him a cheeky thumbs up and he rolls his eyes in return before he's kicking his gauntlets, that had already been discarded since their too bulky to wear at a desk, under his desk. They're hidden further under the wood when he pushes his chair forward to join them under the desktop with his foot. "I'll be there in 15."

He ends the call and is already in the changing room of the agency as as he starts peeling his hero suit off. Normally, cutting work short would annoy him. But whenever it's about you or Mizusu, he can't bring himself to grimace at the early self-dismissal.

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The outside sounds of cars and general white, background noise all fades into nothing as the front door of Katsuki's home he shares with you and his little girl shut behind him. The jangling of his keys was the loudest noise he registered until he hear the small, whiney sounds of Mizusu's fussing further inside.

Katsuki chuckles to himself as he hangs the keys up on the keyring holder beside the door as he heels off his beat up, aged loafers and trots inside. The duffle on his shoulder is filled with his suit and belt, bouncing off his hip as he walked with his hand stuff in his joggers; a habit he's had since middle school he's never been able to break.

Rounding into the living room, he sees his blonde headed daughter in the middle of her playpen, a wall of semi-stable plastic walls to keep her out of trouble, but still a large enough play space for her overwhelming number of toys. On the couch- a decent distance from her- is the sitter, sitting on the cushions and trying to ease his child's tantrum from there.

A fruitless effort, but he gave an A for effort.

"Alright, Girlie," Katsuki speaks towards the fussing toddler while simultaneously announcing his arrival since the sitter obviously hadn't heard him come home at all. "That's enough." And like magic, the fussing died down to a rather pathetic sounding whine. "You ain't fooling anyone with that fake fit," he pulls the duffle strap over his head and off his shoulder to flop onto the living room floor by the couch. The teen sitter stands as he approaches, although a bit unstable on their feet; from the fever he assumes. "You're free to go," he tells them, "need me to call a cab?"

"No sir," they decline politely. "I can make it home just fine." They quickly leave the house, not wanting to raise the possibility of anyone else getting sick- no matter how slim the chance. Katsuki stood at the edge of Mizusu's playpen as she had rocked herself up from her bum to her feet, waddling towards her father before plopping herself back down.

He's quickly disassembling the plastic wall and creating an opening so if she gets back up again, she could waddle closer and reach his legs. Though, she does neither. He stands above her still as she stares up at him. It was like some silent, blonde stare off between father and daughter, but there was no winner or loser.

After what he assumed was approximately 15 seconds, she grew bored and lightly kicked her legs before raising her little arms, that still had their baby chub on them, up towards his towering form.

"Papa, uppies!" Her speech was still somewhere limited, but she knew how to demand being picked up. She was still just a little thing, barely able to understand that she can stomp and wave her arms around at the same time. So of course, her manners- or lack thereof- weren't the best. Although, she was a total sweetheart most of the time.

Katsuki almost rols his eyes at the thought of his mother telling him over and over again how lucky he was that Mizusu was an easy baby. Must've taken after you, rather than him in that department. He smirks at the thought of him always being a little terror back in his young youth.

"Papa!" Mizusu cries again, her little hands opening and closing in urgency. "Uppies!" Katsuki bends his knees, squatting down to get closer to the floor-planted toddler. HIs arms were outstretched, elbows resting on his bent knees.

"What do we say when we want something?"

The little girl dropped her hands before she teetered herself up onto her chubby feet again and waddled between his legs and pushing her hands against his tee clade chest.

"Uppies, please," she whines softly, like she was on the verge of tears. Crocodile tears to be certain. Mizusu was also at the age where she would fake cry to get what she wanted. Although, it never got her far. Both he and you could tell the difference between an attention-seeking cry and a real one.

Though, when his little girl was right in front of him like this, he couldn't help but see your qualities in her. He smiles as he brings his arms down from his knees and lowered his head down to kiss her little forehead. He swoops his arms around to her sides before she was ensnaring her fingers in his tee in preparation to be hoisted up.

He gently stands before he was slotting his arm under his rear, her legs on either side of his chest as she looks up at him. She giggles, finally happy she got what she wanted.

"Good girl," he told her. "Always say 'please' and 'thank you'. That's what mommy tells you to do."

"Thank you, papa!" She speaks far too loudly for being right in front of his face, regardless he smiles at her. She wraps her arms around his neck, resting her face against his shoulder and swinging her little legs behind him. Her heels bounce weakly off his hips, but it almost feels nice since he's always so sore or pensive due to work.

"You're welcome." He pats her back a few times before he's spinning on his heel. "Want a snack?"

"Yes, please!"

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When you came home from work, it was just past five in the afternoon. Seeing Katsuki's car in the drive way, shoes in the entrance, and keys on the holder bewildered you. He was supposed to be home after you today, but he somehow managed to beat you. Maybe he just had nothing left to do at his agency and left early because he was bored, he's done that before.

The faint sounds of music become clearer the further inside you march and before long, you follow the noise into the kitchen. You peek around the corner to see Katsuki supporting Mizusu on one of his jutted out hips. His other hand was stirring something boiling with plums of steam rolling out of a pot on the stove. You couldn't help noticing how far he held Mizusu away from the stove, even turning his chest away so she was as far as possible.

Her hands were above her, one lost within Katsuki's hair the other in the waving towards the fan above the stove you could hear whirring just under the sounds of the music playing from Katsuki's phone.

It was Mizusu's favorite song as of the moment that was playing through the phone speakers. Her small legs bounce in Katsuki's hold and her little heels kicked into his back and stomach, but he acted as if they didn't effect him- and they probably didn't.

When the song ends, she's cheering almost immediately.

"Papa, play again!"

"It'll play again in a second, be patient."

"Am patent!"

When the song picks up again, you suppress a laugh of your at the excited wiggling your daughter kicks up in her father's arm. You would never tell him that you saw him start to lightly bounce on his heels to the familiar rhythm of the children song that probably haunts his dreams.

Your brought out of your little dreamscape by a shrill "Mama!". Your daughter giving you away. Katsuki turns and sends a small glare at you; he would never admit that there was a flush on his cheeks even if you pointed it out to him. You approach the duo and Mizusu was adamant in her new goal of getting out of her father's hold and into yours.

You easily take her, letting Katsuki's arm fall to his side as he set the pot he was stirring down to a simmer and placed a lid over it. He turned around fully to see you nuzzling against against Mizusu's cheeks, making her laugh and weakly push against you to cease your ticklish actions.

His chest felt warm watching you both. Once she 'escapes' your nuzzling rampage, she throws her head down and buries her face into your neck where you then turn your attention to your husband while rubbing her back.

"How'd you manage to get home before me?" You ask and only receive an eyeroll back.

"Wow, welcome home. I missed you today too, babe." You send his eyeroll back to him.

"Hello, Katsuki," you greet before he's kissing your cheek.

"To answer your question, I came home around noon." You gape at him. "Sitter got sick, so I left the agency early." You bounce Mizusu on your chest while he explains.

"Why didn't they tell me? I would've stayed home today."

"They thought they could handle it, but I told them to call me if they couldn't. To their credit, they lasted longer than I thought."

"Katsuki," your tone slightly on the stern side made his shoulder slack.

"I can handle, Zusu. You've been busy gettin' back into the swing of things. You don't need to worry every second of everyday," he tells you while his hands comes up to the small of your back, using his thumbs to rub lightly along your spine. You know he's right, but it's not like you can just turn your brain off. He pushing his lips against your temple before his hand slides down to lightly tap your ass. "Go put, Girlie in her highchair. Our food's done and I'll grab something for her to eat too."

You nod at him, a bit frustrated with yourself, but you knew he was coming from a good place. You take a breath before stretching that smile back on your lips and bringing your daughter away from your neck to look at you.

"You ready for dinner, Zusu?" Her eyes light up. "It's papa's food tonight!" You spin around, as Katsuki shuts the music playing from his phone off, inwardly thanking every god above because the sound of his daughters favorite kiddy song was grating on his very soul.

"Papa's food!" She cheers in repetition. Katsuki watched as Mizusu easily let you settle her into her chair and latch her in before sliding the plastic tray in front of her.

He continues to watch as you walk to the fridge to grab her something to drink- finding the premade bottle of deluded juice Katsuki had set in there earlier to chill- and set it within her grasp. She almost downs all of it before you tell her to not gulp it all because after that juice is empty she's getting water- which she dislikes because it's 'icky'.

And still he watches as you all eat together at the table and talk, even Mizusu as she chimes in with random sounds. Words she can barely say yet, and indecipherable babbles you always nod and agree with that keep her entertained.

"Katsuki?" You call as you reenter the kitchen after setting Mizusu in the playpen where she stares focused on the late night show she always gets to watch before a bath and bed. He hums as he continues to wash the dishes. You come up beside him and he smiles at the small action of your hand coming to rest on his back. "You alright? You've been sorta quiet. I can take Mizusu's next day so you can rest if your tired."

"That's not it, I ain't tired," he tells you as he sets a dish in the opposite side of the sink as it waits to be rinsed of soap suds with the rest of them. "Am I not allowed to be quiet sometimes?" He chides and you scoff at him, pinching against his spine that he just chuckles at.

"I'm just checking on you, hard-head."

"I ain't no hard-head."

"Yeah, tell it to the judge."

"And who's that?"

"Me and Mizusu."

"That would be 'judges', babe; plural."

"Oh shut up," you snort as you start taking the still sud-covered dishes before rinsing them and putting them in the dish strainer. The rest of the chore is finished in a blanket of quiet, ears open for any sound of Mizusu possibly causing mischief just beyond the kitchen.

As you wipe your hands of any remaining water that tries to travel down your arm and off your elbow, Katsuki comes up behind you. Settling his arms on your hips, he rests his forehead on your shoulder and you lean back into him.

"You alright?" You ask him again, much more softly this time and he just lightly hums. It's a lighthearted sound, the sound he makes when he's still too embarrassed to say aloud that he's happy. And he is. He's so happy it hurts and he just wants to soak in it all. In you, in his little Mizusu, in this house.

"I love you... like a god damn lot." You bring your hand up to push his head against the side of yours, cheek pushing against his skull. You take in the lingering scent of last nights shampoo and briefly wonder how his shampoo stays fragrant for so long- or maybe it's just his natural scent. Regardless, it's nice.

"I love you too. Like way more." He scoffs against you.

"Impossible."

"Papa!" Mizusu calls from the living room. He actually laughs lightly against your shoulder, hot air micro-dampening your shirt sleeve and warming the skin beneath before he's kissing it lightly and detaching himself from you.

"Duty calls 'papa'," you tease. He grabs you by sticking his index finger between the fabric of your bottoms and your skin. Yanking you lightly against him, he was urging you to follow him back to the living room with his lips quirked up. His smile was mischievous enough to show his gums, yet he couldn't hide the tenderness in it either.

"You're not free of duty either, 'mama'."

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➷ Izuku "Deku" Midoriya x GN!Reader

➷ MASTERLIST

Fluff hcs with my beloved izuku

I wanted to start the blog with some fluff so here we are!

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very. He shows affection through pyschical touch and acts of service I'd say but please tell him he's doing a good job, he needs it.

B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's a great best friend and I stand by that. He definitely supports you through everything. Wanna be a hero? He's sure you'll do great. An artist? He'll buy you whatever material you want and will even offer to help you. I'd say you two were childhood friends, and because you were always there, the crush he has on you now was inevitable.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves loves loves cuddles, because he gets to touch you, of course. I feel like he'd want to be the bigger spoon, so he can feel that you're there and not going anywhere tho he likes being the small spoon as well.

D - Dreams (How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

He doesn't plan that far into the future, but whatever he decides to do, he wants you to be in it. And whatever you decide to do, he'd be more than happy to be there.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I feel like this precious boy wouldn't break up with you outta nowhere. He'd have a good reason for that. And if he did, he'd be very nervous and sad. He'd want to stay as friends, unless you did something really bad.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He definitely wants to marry you. He'd want to wait until you two are ready to actually get married of course, but once you two start talking about it (especially after graduation, when he's a pro) he'll pop the question. It won't be anywhere crowded, just the two of you, and it will be very romantic.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's very gentle, both pyschically and emotionally. He would never hurt you on purpose. If you got in a fight with him (which is very rare because he always tries to see things through your p.o.v.) he wouldn't raise his voice at you. If, by some miracle, he made you cry he'd probably start crying with you. He always listens to what you have to say, and he's so nice about it. Please love him or i will.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs, just as he loves cuddles. He hugs you whenever he gets the chance. He gets kinda shy when in front of other people but he gets better with it in years, and now you can't escape. His hugs are very gentle, and he squeezes you just the right amount.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This sweet boy would get so shy when you first started to date, so it would take a while for him to gather up the courage to say it. He would probably say it while you're asleep at first, when he's sure you won't hear him, but after some time with you he'd start saying it nearly all the time.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He isn't the type to get jealous easily. He gets insecure intead, because what if you found someone better than him? Please reassure him that it's not true.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I just know his kisses are divine. i've never been kissed so please excuse my very short writing or i'd probably make it weird he likes kissing you on the forehead and he likes it when you kiss his scars, but he's too shy to admit it.

L - Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's great with them! He likes hanging out with children and probably wants some of his own.

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up really early to go on runs so you're probably still asleep by the time he's up. But if you do catch him sleeping, take a picture because those are rare.

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He doesn't stay up too late because he wants to wake up early in the mornings. That said, he will make sure you get a decent amount of sleep as well. He will also snuggle up to you.

O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

At first he tells you what he tells everyone. He'd need to know you for quite some time for him to reveal his secrets.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's very patient. It's really hard to make him mad but he gets scary when he is.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything you tell him. Your favorite color? He'll buy you stuff in that color. You have a specific order in a restaurants? He'll remember that when he's buying food, and maybe learn the recipe. An item you mentioned you liked/wanted? It's miraculously sitting on your bed now, and no, Izuku is definitely not involved.

R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He likes the quiet moments he has with you, where he can just sit back and watch you.

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's protective, but not in an overbearing way. He knows you can handle things yourself but he's got your back just in case something goes wrong.

T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He thinks everything through. His gifts are either hand-made or they're something you mentioned to him before. Dates are so much fun with him because he always makes sure it's just the two of you so you can be as loud and ridicilous as you want. And he helps you with the everyday tasks too, you two share the tasks because otherwise he tries to do them all by himself.

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He wants you to be as comfortable as possible, which is a good thing, but he's too hard on himself while trying to ensure your comfort. Please don't let him.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He used to be kinda insecure of his looks because of how he got called "plain" but he got over it after he got together with you. He's kinda insecure about his scars but you make sure to tell him he's pretty with or without scars.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. He sees you as his better half, and he doesn't want to live in a world where you're not there. He misses you very much when you're away.

X -Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I think he knows how to dance, and actually likes dancing.

Y -Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I think he wouldn't like sweets that much. I have no idea why I just think he'd prefer sour foods.

Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He won't let go of you the entire night and if you try to get up he'll either tighten his hold on you, or wake up and pout at you. Either way you're staying in bed until he's ready to wake up.

I am so sorry for the spelling mistakes, if there are any. I hope this is good lol. It's been a while since I've last written something.

Mean Tweets Pro Heros edition (Pro Heros read mean tweets)

Ochako: Uravity looks like the 23 year old substitute teacher that cries because she can't get the class to quiet down.

Ochako: . . .

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Denki: I swear to God I wanna shove my foot up Chargebolt's haNg 10 dUde California surfer ass so bad, like stfu PLEASE

Denki: [laughs]

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Katsuki: @Dynamite looks and sounds like a pomeranian getting his anal glands expressed at the vet.

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Momo: why tf would anyone choose Creati as a hero name, unless you were a pornstar on the side??

Momo: [looks at the camera confused]

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Tsuyu: Hearing @Froppy talk is probably what it feels like to have your butt plugged

Tsuyu:

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Kyouka, chuckling: @Earphone Jack looks like what happens when nipple piercings grow a body and personality.

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Ejirou: Red Riot looks like he picks up girls at gyms and dog parks

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Hanta: Cellophane is probably that uncle your mom tells you not to be alone with at family gatherings,with that [breaks into laughter] creepy ass chucky doll smile

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Mina: I hope you all have a good weekend!

Mina, laughing: Except for you @Pinky f*ck you.

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Aizawa: Eraserhead probably smells like cat piss.

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Shouto: Why does @Shouto look like the kid that deepthroats water fountains at the local park and school

Shouto: That's very unsanitary, and I always brought my own water bottle.

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Izuku: This one's, quite lengthy.

Izuku, reading: F*ck you, @Deku. You ugly piece of sh*t turtle looking divorced 40 year old soccer mom broccoli looking ass. . .

[camera zooms out to see Katsuki standing next to Deku with arms crossed lip syncing everything he reads]

Izuku: cunt f*cking motherf*cker, alien trying to act natural looking ass, clapping when the plane lands, mom said it's my turn to play on the xbox looking p*ssy ass bitch. F*ck you

Izuku, looking at Katsuki: . . .

Katsuki: [grins]

If it's not a bother, could I request Tomura, Shinsou, or bakugou comforting their s/o after a fight? They get into a small fight over something unimportant, but because of past trauma, their s/o takes it really personally and assumes they're either going to leave or scream at them? Feel free to ignore this for any reason!! I could just use the comfort :')

Oh sweetie! Come here and let me give you a tight hug 🤗 everything will be alright you hear me? Also, I have three gorgeous men who'll help you feel better ❤️

Title : Comfort

Characters : Bakugo/ Shigaraki/ Shinsou/ gender neutral reader

Genre : Angst/ fluff

Masterlist

Bakugo :

"Please don't leave me.."

Seeing your shivering form as you choked out your words made him regret everything that came out of his mouth. He never meant to upset you, and he should've known better than to carelessly start yelling and attempting to walk out on you.

You on the other hand, were desperately grabbing his sleeve, tears running down your cheeks and unable to meet his eyes.

He cursed himself and dragged you gently into his arms.

Memories of the night you opened up to him came stabbing him in the heart. He knew all too well how much pain and suffering you had to endure after being abandoned by everyone you considered family.

He remembered promising to never hurt you or leave your side for as long as he lived, yet there he was, about to turn his back on you after a silly argument. And it didn't even matter that he was just going out for some fresh air, you didn't know, and that's the main issue.

_ "I'm sorry babe, I was just stepping out for a moment." He whispered against your temple and traced your back reassuringly. He hated being the reason for your tears after promising to never cause them.

He kept you in his hold until your sobs finally stopped. You lifted your head off his chest and watched him gently wipe your tears away.

_ "I don't wanna fight anymore Katsuki, I hate it when we do." And it broke his heart to hear you uttering those words, especially that your arguments are mainly over stupid things.

_ "I know honey.. but please, don't forget that no matter what happens I will never leave your side." He caressed your cheeks and kissed your forehead, and then your nose: "I love you, always and forever." He muttered before closing the gap between your lips in a loving kiss as his arms kept you secured between them.

Shigaraki :

Contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend Shigaraki Tomura, the infamous villain, is in fact a gentle person when it comes to the few people he cares about.

Which is why when you recoiled, pushing yourself further into the corner, Tomura realized that he actually fucked up.

It was just a regular stupid fight over a regular stupid thing, and it meant absolutely nothing. But seeing you sheltering yourself in fear, Tomura felt like shit.

He never intended to raise his voice and he knew exactly the horrors you had lived through ever since you were a child.

_ "Y/n are you alright? Look at me please. I didn't mean to snap out I'm sorry." His voice was soft and warm. He wanted to touch you, to hold you close, but he didn't know if you were okay with it.

You lowered your hands and looked at his remorseful face. You knew he loved you, and you knew he wouldn't purposely hurt you, and most importantly, you wanted to be in his arms at the moment.

You jumped into his embrace and he held you tightly kissing your shoulder and resting his chin on top of your head.

_ "I love you y/n and I would destroy the world for you."

Shinsou :

Was it the first time you two got into an argument? No. Has it ever lasted more than a couple of minutes? Absolutely not. Then what was it this time? Why were you hugging him from behind and bawling your eyes out?

_ "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please stay, I promise I'll do better." You begged him through your sobs.

His eyes widened as realization hit him, and he turned around snatching your arm and pulling you into his chest.

Of course you would react the way you did after he turned around to leave the apartment.

You never wanted to be involved with anyone to begin with, you were content carrying on by yourself after everyone around you had left. But he was different, he was good to you, and he made you truly happy.

You trusted him more than anyone else in the world and he loathed himself for triggering all your anxieties, even if it was the last thing he wanted.

_ "Babe listen to me carefully, I am yours and you are mine until the end of times, and there is nothing that can change this. I love you and I always will." His tone was calming, and his touch was soothing.. same as always.

You nodded against his chest and felt his fingers gently caressing your back while his lips traced your neck and shoulder.

You looked up to find a pained pair of eyes gazing at you.

You smiled lovingly and stood on your tiptoes until you reached his lips and captured them in a passionate kiss.

i’m kinda thinking about the last one a loT… i’m guessing this is about 700-1k words ? cw: last one includes making out :) otherwise bakugou wildly in love

“I MUST REALLY LOVE YOU” is one of your favourite things to hear your boyfriend say. usually because it meant you were getting what you want one way or another like the spoiled princess you are. his words, not yours. but it wasn’t your fault he always caved in and then gratified you with whatever you wanted and an indirect love confession after.

it’s always said in a grumble with a huff tacked on like you’re asking him to move the earth for you. which honestly is something he would attempt if you asked. but this time you’re laying beside him in bed, head propped up with your hand and your leg thrown over his body. it’s his off day today and he’d much rather say in the warmth in his bed with you.

“do you mind getting us breakfast baby?” and one thing about your boyfriend is that your maximum asks for something is usually once, twice only if he didn’t hear you the first time.

so he blinks a couple times trying to adjust to the possibility of getting out of bed right now, then he gives an over dramatic loud puff and says it. “i must really love you.”

but you know there’s no honest malice or annoyance in his tone as he rubs the back of your thigh and squeezes before he carefully pushes you off to climb out of bed.

when you say a soft sleepy , “love you!!” to your boyfriend, half asleep bouncing on one leg to pull on his joggers. he follows with a playful “yeah yeah,” bending down to kiss your forehead.

another time is when you’re both invited to kirishima’s christmas party. the red and green invite with bold text at the bottom practically screaming ‘COME IN AN UGLY CHRISTMAS JUMPER OR YOURE NOT ALLOWED IN’.

the threat doesn’t shake your boyfriend, he doesn’t care if he turns up or not. “yeah that shit’s not me.” he says to kirishima on the phone and you’re rolling your eyes at his dramatics. it’s just a jumper and nobody’s gonna be paying attention after glasses of mulled wine and eggnog but alas katsuki’s not into it.

so next time you see him, you’re waving a bag in front of his face. “i got you something, gorgeous. for kiri’s party!” and immediately a frown is on his face, he feels like he can already see the future; him giving in to wear an ugly ass jumper. how the mighty have fallen.

you pull a thick fluffy jumper out your bag made from the itchiest wool he’s laid eyes on, complete with built in flashing lights and a lopsided santa. it’s the ugliest thing he’s ever seen. but you’re smiling at him so prettily with a little tilt of your head.

“try it on for me!! please!!” and you never have to ask twice. he just yanks it out your hand and pulls off his current hoodie.

“i must really love you,” he hopelessly sighs but when his head pops out the hole of the jumper, you’re holding another one infront of your body.

“we’re gonna be matching!! so cute!!” and suddenly bakugou doesn’t care anymore that he’s wearing the ugliest jumper known to mankind…. because you’ll be wearing one with him.

and the next time is when you think you need to convince him. kissing a trail up his neck, nibbling his earlobe and resting a palm flat on his chest. you have him like dough in your hands; he’s stretching out his neck so you have more space to kiss and you can feel his appreciative purrs rumble through his abdomen. you’re pressing your cute little “please katsu”’s into his skin and the only reason why he hasn’t said yes yet is because he can’t. his brain is scrambled from your touch and he feels like he’s bonelessly melting into your sofa.

he only sparks awake when you brush your fingers over his nipple, his eyes fluttering open with a loud moan. “is that a yes baby?” you grin, a grin that would have been taken a little deliriously if bakugou wasn’t so in love. “yeah… yeah you can princess.” he replies breathlessly and he doesn’t even know what for.

but when he’s walking up to your apartment the next day, a shiny brand new car is sitting right in front of your building. it’s nothing like the other tiny dusty decade old cars around so he knows it’s probably from his bank account. especially if the number plates anything to go by.

KTSGRL

“fuck. i must really love you.” he mumbles to himself, massive palm rubbing his chin as a deep chuckle shakes from his throat.

Thanks for the plushie babe ❤️