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and i know i make the same mistakes every time / least i did one thing right

k. bakugou x reader

the trials and tribulations of loving japan’s fiery, #1 pro hero. pros and cons format, headcanons light nsfw but nothing too explicit, for his birthday ·˚ ༘

·˚ ✎ i have another bk x reader in the drafts but that one is very sad and angsty and i wanted to have a less heartbreaking one for his birthday so here it is (😭🤍)

song: call it what you want

pro: he spoils you

in more ways than just money or materialism. emotionally, he's there. he's so much more attentive than people give him credit for, knowing your little anxious fidgets or little details even you forget. the entire world could be calling you a liar, and he'd see the truth in you.

and physically? he's passionately rough, skin welding into yours, lips grazing your soul, fingers finding all those right places. he has one of two ways of acting in bed: either he's looking into your eyes, lips and tongue working in a perfect melody over your skin, drawing out every gasp from your lips. or, he's practically crushing you between himself and the mattress, making you forget your own name, never daring to stop until the sun comes up.

his love language is acts of service. he'll scoff in annoyance or groan when he holds your bags for you, opens each door and lets you sit in the passenger seat while he drives. he roll his eyes at your "dumb" gifts while he religiously wears the bright pink heart bracelet you got him some time ago. he'd never let you know it, but he's wrapped around your finger. he lives to see your smile. he knows that he's made mistakes, some of them over and over again, but he thinks of you as the one thing he's done right.

"you didn't have to do this." words that fall deaf on his ears as he hands you a bouquet of flowers, surprising you at work. though the surprise part was ruined, considering you could hear the sounds of him shrugging off and yelling at reporters while heading to you. he can deal with the flame, but not when it prevents him from seeing you.

"yeah yeah, just take them. your office needs it." he feigns irritation while pressing a kiss to your head. "dinner's on me tonight."

con: he has a temper

this is obvious. even years after graduating and making a name for himself, you have moments you remember UA high school student katsuki bakugou: the guy who'd call everyone extras because he didn't bother to learn anyone's names. the guy who was muzzled after winning the sports festival because if they didn't, he'd still be kicking and swinging. they guy who is mildly angry on a good day, and dangerously fuming two minutes after.

its one thing you've learned to love about him. he's a guard dog, barking and snapping at anyone who dares to even think badly of you. if he could be summed up in one word, it'd be protector. he'd give up a limb before giving you up, and act offended by the idea that he'd do anything else in that situation.

but similarly, its something both you and him feel exhausted over at times. you may truly be the only person in the world who can deal with him, even when he's saying fuck in every other sentence and his voice goes up 3 decibels. he respects you for it, but won't deny the pinch of guilt in his chest when he sees you taking a deep breath, summoning patience for his impatience.

he isn't sure why you put up with him. but he knows better than to question something he doesn't want to lose.

4 hours after an explosive argument, katsuki comes back to your bedroom. you can tell by his hair and wrinkled clothes that he's been tossing and turning on the couch. and katsuki can most definitely afford good furniture, which means the source of his insomnia is guilt- not bad cushioning.

sometimes, he apologizes like he's practiced and rehearsed it in his heard. for once, he's filtering himself, thinking of what he's saying, because what you hear matters to him. more than anything else does. "you didn't deserve to be yelled at. i'm sorry."

are you still angry? yes. do you miss laying your head on his chest in bed? also, yes.

pro: he’s loyal

the truth is, katsuki could have anyone he wants. models, actresses, other glamorous heroes like him. he's loved and adored and idolized by every flashing camera in the world. but all of that fades to nothing when he looks at you, knowing he already has everything.

his devotion to you is endless, even himself wondering how far he'd go to protect you. he knows deep down that his loves reaches till the end of the world. because with you? he has a reason to push through rubble and flames and blood, to put his life on the line each day, and to watch orange incandescence emerge from his palms and into the sky. hero work means nothing without purpose. you give that reason a whole new meaning.

he has a necklace he never told you about, just something he let you figure out on his own. it was brought to your attention after seemingly everyone on instagram was on some kind of mission to decode the silver letters he wore in a delicate chain around his neck, wanting to decipher what they mean. and when you do find out? he says nothing, just pulls you closer kisses your temple.

"i want one now.' you smile, eyes misty from the gesture. "with your initials."

"yeah, yeah, idiot. you have my card."

con: he’s insecure

and its something that no one would ever even guess about him. how could he, the up and coming number 1 hero, the most dedicated, handsome, strong person in the world, possibly be insecure?

he's used to being a tank, taking hits and punches and fatalities, walking it off before heading back into battle. he's conditioned to ignore the purple arising to the surface of his skin and the cracks in his bones that continue to grow. but you see it in the way he stays up at night, looking up at the ceiling, wondering which day will be his last if he dares to blink and be anything less than perfect. or when he keeps the shower running cold, like trying to wash out those sticky, gloomy thoughts that penetrate his head. he's the best. he's supposed to be the best. what if one day, he suddenly wasn't?

oh, and the reason katsuki knows how to deal with panic attacks is because he's had so many of his own. even after recovering, they've gotten worse after the war. if its not doubts, its memories of the pain, of the blood he didn't realize he could lose, the life he lost for a heartbeat. he knows death. but it isn't his own death that scares him. the thought of losing anyone else to that fate is the worst possible thing that could ever happen to him.

"told you i'm fine." he utters, cocking his head to you as he gets into bed. nobody died, and his agency wrote it off as a miscalculation, but he almost broke down in the shower after he failed to prevent a fatal accident while on patrol.

"its just me and you here." your voice mellows over his hidden anxieties, like honey. the breath he lets out his shakier than he'd like it to be as he starts to open up.

pro: everything he is, is yours

sometimes he wonders what exactly he's able to offer you. a nice life, for starters. protection and security. but beyond that, katsuki looks at you and finally understands why people lost their minds and fought wars. he understands the nervousness, the anticipation, the longing.

he looks at you, and then himself. at his hypothetical or factual shortcomings and imperfections. he sees them and wants to keep growing, to keep getting better until he deserves you. he’s always lived to be the best. but now he lives to be the best, for you.

and at the end of the day, he has nothing to prove. he’s already everything. the world can call it what the want.

megumi babysitting ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

zayne and his princess treatment

pairings: bf!zayne x fem!reader

warnings: none! no spoilers included 😋

Zayne is the epitome of a chivalrous gentleman.

You will not open a single door on his watch.

Your heels are hurting your feet? He’s helping you remove them, crouching on HIS KNEES while reminding you of the health disadvantages of your “beloved heels.” Then proceeds to carry your heels for the rest of your outing.

You don’t even mention you’re cold before he drapes his freshly dry cleaned peacoat over your shoulders — he claims you make a certain pout whenever you’re too cold.

Though his insomnia keeps him awake and often working most nights, he will almost always follow you to bed so you can fall asleep in his embrace.

To your surprise, he’s very affectionate. Though PDA is definitely kept to a minimum to both your likings, he still finds a way to touch you respectfully such as his hand always finding its way to the small of your back.

He drives and you are his passenger princess. (He saw a instagram reel with the reference and has not referred to you as anything else when in his car — coming from your stoic bf, this makes you giggle)

Your chair is always being pulled out and pushed in for you, to which you often follow up with “And they say chivalry is dead!”

You’re sitting on the couch next to one another except Zayne almost always moves your legs to lay across his lap.

A simple favor you ask of him is always replied with “Yes, my love.”

You’ve slipped into a dress and before you even think to ask, his tall frame is sauntering towards you zipping up the back with a chaste kiss to your neck.

He’s shaved and suited waiting for you to emerge from the bedroom for yet another hospital banquet dinner when you rush out glamoured up but barefoot with your heels in one hand and a earring in the other muttering something about how you were 'just about ready.' He replies by taking a knee in front of you and slipping your heels on either of your feet, then a kiss to your bare thigh. (You begin to realize how much you love this man on his knees in front of you…)

He’s quick to pickup on your cues and hints even before you notice them yourself. Often when you’re out at a gathering and he picks up on your tiredness just from your demeanor, he makes sure to be near you to lean on — whether it’s standing between his legs and using his tall frame as a wall behind you or curling into his side to rest your head on his shoulder.

He loves to kiss your hands and follow it up with “My lady” or “My love.” Mainly because of the blush that fills your cheeks each time..

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katsuki loves your lip balm.

he’ll buy you as many different flavors and brands as you’d like, just to see the shimmery glisten it brings upon your lips. he especially loves seeing you when you’re all ready for bed, bonnet/scrunchie in your hair, your face all moistened and soft, and your lips adorably glossy.

he loves grabbing your chin and smushing his lips onto yours, smearing the product everywhere on your chin and his. he pulls back with the dorkiest grin that spreads even wider when you whine about having to reapply and your chin being all sticky.

he loves it so much that he’ll spend hundreds of dollars on it per month just to see it on you.

ᯓ★ shy girl

shy girl k. bakugo

in which a continuation of this drabble

notes fluff , fem reader

katsuki sighed, his hair clipped back and a green mask on his face, his girlfriend sitting on the bed next to him in matching attire. her eyes were on the movie on the screen, oblivious to his stare.

"hey, pretty?" he finally speaks up, his hand grazing her arm.

"yeah?" she replies, turning to look at him.

"you're an idiot," he gruffly mumbles, pressing his lips to hers, his actions contradicting his words.

"and you're kissing an idiot," she playfully retorts.

"i have bad taste," he rolls his eyes.

"you have great taste," she corrects with a giggle.

"i have great taste," he confirms, pressing his lips to her's again.

oh..?

sweetheart reader who comes from a conservative family and has to wear a purity ring x character who takes your virginity and you wake up to find your ring gone. he’s wearing it as a necklace, your precious ring looped around a chain around his neck & he just laughs and kisses you rather chastely and tells you he’ll buy you a different ring you can wear now…

"It's just a TV show" maybe to you. I absorbed it into my soul though.

boyfriend of the year (?) | k. bakugo

texts from a relationship built on mutual annoyance, emotional damage, and sour gummies from 7/11

being on katsuki’s back while he’s doing push-ups

when you received a text from katsuki telling you to come over, you sat up in your bed without hesitation. you texted a quick reply and walked to his dorm, then knocked. he quickly opened it with a small grin, then placed his large, rough hand on the back of your head, and kissed your forehead. you closed the door with your foot and placed your lips against his, then pulled away with warm cheeks.

he walked to the center of his room, only wearing a black tank top and sweatpants, then crossed his arms. you asked, “why did you text me katsuki? you made me think there was an emergency, but there’s not.”

he huffed and averted his gaze, “i need to work out. lay down on my back and tell me about your day or whatever. wrap your arms around my torso if you need to.”

you tilted your head at the sudden command but didn’t think much of it. he probably just needed some extra pressure during training. the truth was, he just wanted more time with you.

so once he lay on the ground and propped his hands up, you lay down with him and kissed his neck, emitting a hum from the blonde. he began to go up and down, lifting you with him when he did push-ups. you began to giggle, loving how he felt a little odd on your body.

“did you do anything fun today, katsuki?” you asked, laying your cheek against his muscular back, arms comfortably against your sides.

he did many push-ups without difficulty, not even breaking a sweat until you began to talk to him. he replied with another question, “didn’t i tell you to tell me about your day?”

you grinned and nodded, “yeah, but i wanna see how long you can last while doing three things. push-ups, carrying me, and replying to my questions. if you can’t do that then it’s fine, it may just be too hard for you.” you teased him at the end, and he felt your lip twitch.

katsuki frowned and mumbled, “damn brat,” before going off about how he beat shoto when they were training together. you knew he saw him as a threat to his climb to be the number-one hero, so you applauded him.

you praised, “good job, katsuki. i’m really proud of you, you know?”

his focus faltered and he staggered with his movements. the tips of his ears turned pink and he mumbled something under his breath, almost too inaudible. you always knew how to catch him off guard, and he loved that about you. the blonde tried to keep the smile from forming on his face but failed, and let out a nervous chuckle.

he tried to flaunt his talent and rolled his eyes, “icy-hot’s real good but i beat him. took a while though, you know?”

you nodded, “is that why i heard screaming and crashing for around an hour?”

he nodded and tried to muffle his groans and pants, wanting to not make any noise besides words. you smiled and decided to tease him more, “you’re doing great, katsuki, just a little more.”

“s-shut up,” he groaned, making you blush at the sounds.

after you giggled once more, he gently slid you off his back. he claimed that was the one and only time he would let you lay on his back during training due to your reaction. of course, that was a total lie. you became part of his daily routine.

sorry if this wasn’t as fluffy or anything i js had this idea idk! i’m trying so hard to make this not too suggestive

the three reasons yuji itadori stayed, and the one reason he couldn’t.

needless to say, yuji itadori was every girl’s type. handsome, funny, kind— yuji was the type of boy you wouldn’t hesitate to bring home. mothers loved him, children adored him, and you? well... you loved him. at least that’s what he tells himself every night before he goes to bed.

you and yuji had known each other since you were children. he had grown accustomed to your habits and your fussy attitude. both your families have always known you two were made for each other. from the second you’d met, you clicked immediately. yuji’s first reason. because his mind simply didn’t believe that you two weren’t fated for each other. you went to the same school, rode the same bus, lived in the same neighborhood, were classmates for years, and you were even in the same friend group, not to mention how everyone expected you to be the perfect, untouchable couple. the two of you were meant to know each other. the universe was practically shoving you together. it simply didn’t make sense for whatever higher being or supernatural force it was, to set all that up, only for the two of you to not end up together.

and so came yuji’s second reason. you were all he’d ever known. honestly, he thought you were all he’d ever need to know. the more time you spend with someone, the harder it is to imagine your life without them, and so naturally, yuji thought you were his. for a lifetime. for this lifetime. in retrospect, he sees how stupid it is. but he was fifteen and dumb, and so were you. so he doesn’t blame you for it— more like he can’t. because yuji itadori, the gentleman that he is, could never hate you.

which is exactly what yuji’s third reason is. he simply doesn’t have an ounce of hatred in his perfectly chiseled bones, and certainly not for you. no matter how hard his friends convinced him that you were bad for him, that you were toxic, that you were this and that, yuji’s mind simply did not function like that. he believed that if you truly loved a person, that love would stay within you always. maybe it’d get smaller, or perhaps get buried with all the love you have for other things, but love wasn’t something you could get rid of. his understanding of love was that similar of a scar; imperfect, yes, yet resilient. timeless, if you will, because to love is to endure and feel and wait. and wait, he did. for 6 years, yuji waited. he practically gave you his youth.

and so on your 18th birthday, he finally musters up the courage. he’d ask you out. the stars shone brightly as they decorated the evening sky, the breeze dancing around the two of you as you both sat up on the rooftop of your house. 12:32 AM. yuji sighs.

“i like you.”

“...i know.”

“do you...”

“i can’t give you what you want, ‘ji.” your voice cuts through like a knife, and despite the message, yuji hopes. he clings onto the use of his nickname like his life depends on it. slowly, subconsciously, he looks at your face for traces of familiarity. not love, neither adoration, just... plain familiarity.

he comes short.

“i get that.” yuji looks down, fidgeting with his fingers. he lied. he doesn’t get it, but yuji’s nothing if not a gentleman. he’d rather lie than put you in an awkward position. “i just figured...” he trails, ending up in a scoff. “figured i’d at least try, you know?”

and finally, you look at him. tears well up in his waterline as his gaze avoids yours. if you look closely enough, you can see his heart breaking and God, you never meant for it to come to this. you let out a shaky breath as you wrap your arms around him, unable to speak.

yuji shrugs your arms off, giving you a slight chuckle. “i’m good, i’m good. sorry, i just...”

“no, come on, ‘ji. don’t be difficult. let me console you,” and there it is again— that stupid, stupid, stupid term of endearment. you wrap your arms around him once more, bringing your bodies closer together, only this time, yuji can’t find it in himself to reject you. he lets you hug him as he sniffs, clearing his throat. he tries his hardest to pull himself together.

“i’m really sorry—”

“shh, shh. don’t worry about that right now.” you lay your head against his back as he slouches, pressing your cheek against the warm, navy blue hoodie of his that he wears like a uniform. “but you do know why i’m doing this, yeah?”

he nods, eyes finally meeting yours for the first time tonight as he looks back at you. “you’re not ready.”

you bite your lip, gaze lowering almost in shame. “everything i touch turns to ashes,” you say, “i can’t lose you like i have everything else.”

yuji knew all too well about your constant attempts at self sabotage. truthfully, it was one of the things you loved most about him. despite everything, he stayed. despite everything, he chose to understand and love you.

because love is a choice, and yuji itadori wakes up everyday to choose you.

“you could never lose me,” he says.

“this way, i won’t have to.” you blink up at him, lips wobbling as you start to tear up.

“for what it’s worth, ‘ji, if i could choose anyone, it’d be you.”