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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ teddy’s notes: hey guys!! back to bakugou x loser gf headcanons bc i need loveeeee and fluff and you guys need it too!! also not proofread sorry!!

bakugou, who absolutely adores you being yourself. gushing about a topic that interests you, whining over a dress you like, showing off your stupidly colourful nails that only look good on you, clinging onto him when he acts all annoyed and nonchalant — he thinks to himself “what a silly girl and wtf did she find in me” because you’re just so different from him and he is so different from you. but at the end of the day, katsuki finds that the love he has for you is mutual and that’s a common ground for both of you.

bakugou, who acts like he hates it when you pamper him, but you know better than that. you know that he absolutely loves it when you scratch his head with your nails despite how much he complains about you ruining it; he would never allow you to do that somewhere other than your share home, slapping your hand away with a glare, however, it’s hard to resist once he is comfortable. he’d dodge your hand at first, but you’re insistent, holding his head close as you sneak your hand into his hair and his complaints and curses die down instantly.

bakugou, who doesn’t like it when others see him being soft for you. it’s not about you, really, his personal relationship are important to him and the comments piss him off; dunce face getting all smug and shutting up once he’s told that “he is bitchless”, kirishima trying to praise him for opening up which earns him a couple of threatening explosions. mina is sneakier though, she tries to get information out of you, which is a lost cause because you only smile sheepishly and point behind her shoulder where bakugou is standing, a death glare directed towards pinky. you can only watch as he lunges after her, giggling at the sight of her horror and his rage.

bakugou, whose way of showing affection is a little different from what you’d expect a boyfriend to do. it shows in the way he notices your hair sticking out and his hands automatically fly up to fix it; calloused hands stroking down your hair, tucking it behind your ears or even gathering it all into something more neat so it doesn’t bother you, or him. if there’s a thread sticking out of the seams of your clothing and he notices there’s a micro-explosion going off from his finger where he burns it off and then scowls at your bewildered face. if you ever feel down he will do the small mistake of offering a solution as soon as you get out what’s on your mind, but then, he will understand that what you need is comfort and provide it the best he can because you’re his best girl.

bakugou, who kisses you unexpectedly because you turn into a jelly right in his arms. your smile turns wobbly and you start stuttering like a total idiot, eyes a little foggy and body heating up invitingly, and katsuki is having the time of his life, whilst trying to keep his own emotions in check since he’s just a guy and cute girl turning all putty in his hold is not an easy thing to resist. “earth to loser,” he bites your cheek playfully before kissing it, soothing the momentary pain, “let’s go to my room.” you can only nod dumbly and let him tug you in the direction of his room with his hand clasped tightly around yours.

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.

everyone knows that kinich is in love with you—well, everyone except you.

and really, as annoying as it is, most people can’t really blame you for not knowing. kinich is hard to read in any situation, but especially in these situations. it’s hard to catch the warmth that blooms in his eyes when he looks at you, or the way he follows you around almost unconsciously, protective.

but onlookers can tell, because there’s no faking the way kinich orbits you day by day.

that includes your best friend, heizou, who insists on proving it to you. he won’t stop going on and on about how kinich is so deeply in love with you, and you just won’t believe him.

so that’s how he finds himself face to face with kinich in the quad before class, weight shifting between his feet. he’s not nervous—heizou rarely is—but he can barely hold in a laugh when he sees you hiding behind a tree nearby.

“heizou?” kinich starts testingly. the two of them aren’t really friends, more like acquaintances by association. so it had probably been a bit strange to receive a text asking him to meet.

heizou sighs. “i’m gonna cut to the chase. what’s the deal with you and her?”

he doesn’t even need to say your name—kinich stiffens all the same, unnerved by the mention of you falling from someone else’s lips.

“…we’re friends,” kinich replies after a moment of horribly obvious hesitation. heizou has to fight back a gleeful smile.

“oh, great!” he sings, already moving to skip away. “that means you’d have no problem with me asking her out. i’m so glad we had this chat—“

“hey, hold on.”

kinich’s hand latches onto heizou’s shoulder, and suddenly the situation feels much less funny. when he turns, kinich’s eyes are narrowed, expression severe.

“for now. we’re friends for now,” he finishes. your eyes widen from behind the tree nearby.

heizou grins.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ valentines day .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

yn and bakugou exchanges gifts on valentines day.

It was Valentine’s Day, and the air was thick with the scent of roses and overpriced chocolates. Couples strolled hand in hand down the city streets, hearts plastered on every storefront window. YN couldn’t help but smile at the festive atmosphere as they made their way to Bakugou Katsuki’s apartment, a small gift bag swinging at their side.

Most people wouldn’t peg Bakugou as the Valentine’s Day type. He was loud, brash, and had zero tolerance for anything remotely sappy. But YN had learned that, beneath the explosions and insults, there was a thoughtful, fiercely protective side to him that made their heart race.

Reaching his door, YN knocked twice before hearing heavy footsteps approach. The door swung open to reveal Bakugou, dressed in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his usual scowl in place.

“You’re early,” he grunted, stepping aside to let them in.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Katsuki,” YN teased, placing a quick kiss on his cheek as they entered.

“Tch. Whatever,” he muttered, though the faint blush creeping up his neck didn’t go unnoticed.

YN set the gift bag on the coffee table. “I got you something.”

Bakugou’s eyes flicked to the bag, and he crossed his arms. “You didn’t have to get me crap for this stupid holiday.”

YN laughed. “I know. But I wanted to. And you better not complain because I know you got me something too.”

He stiffened, eyes narrowing. “How the hell did you—”

“You’re not as sneaky as you think, Katsuki. I saw the shopping bag you tried to hide last week.”

“Dammit,” he muttered, but there was a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Fine. Wait here.”

He disappeared into his room, returning a moment later with a small, neatly wrapped box. He thrust it toward YN, avoiding their eyes.

“Here. Don’t make a big deal outta it.”

YN’s eyes sparkled as they carefully unwrapped the box. Inside was a silver bracelet with a simple but elegant design. Their breath hitched. “Katsuki, this is beautiful.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “Yeah, well… you said your other one broke, so…”

YN’s chest swelled with warmth. “Thank you.” They slipped it on, admiring how perfectly it fit. “I love it.”

Bakugou’s gaze softened for a fleeting moment before he cleared his throat. “So, what’s in the bag?”

“Open it and see.”

He pulled out a sleek black box and lifted the lid, revealing a set of high-quality cooking knives. His eyes widened in surprise.

“These are…”

“Professional-grade knives,” YN grinned. “I know you’ve been complaining about your old ones getting dull.”

A rare, genuine smile curved Bakugou’s lips. “Damn right I was. These are perfect.”

YN beamed. “I’m glad you like them.”

Bakugou set the knives down and pulled YN into a rough but heartfelt hug. “Thanks, dumbass.”

YN laughed against his chest. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Katsuki.”

He pressed a quick kiss to their temple, his voice low and gruff. “Yeah, yeah. Happy Valentine’s or whatever.”

And though Bakugou would never admit it out loud, this was the best Valentine’s Day he’d ever had.

Bakugou who just loves to look at you when you’re getting ready, it’s like he’s in a trance. As your putting on your clothes, doing your hair and makeup his eyes will never leave your figure till you’re done. He likes to get ready fast first so he can see you get ready. The first couple of times his eyes are on you, you get flustered and shy and tell him to stop looking at you while you’re getting ready. He’ll just grunt and mumble how he isn’t looking at you and looks away from you, but not even a minute later his eyes are drawn back you. As time passes you’re soon used to his eyes staring at you, now you love it and get giddy when he looks at you. Making getting ready feel intimate and special. He will never get sick and tired watching lovely you get ready.

bakugou’s never been happier to do this alongside you.

The sound of Bakugou’s ringtone—specifically one for those calls—the kind that only came when villains decided to cause trouble at ungodly hours—jolted him awake on the second ring. The kind that meant neither of you were getting any more sleep.

He groaned loudly, his voice raspy from sleep. “Son of a—” He didn’t even finish the curse as he snatched his phone and squinted at the glowing screen. “What the hell is it this time?”

Beside him, you stirred, mumbling groggily as you pulled the blanket over your head. “Is it another one?” you asked sleepily, your voice muffled.

Bakugou ignored you for the moment, his phone pressed to his ear as the barking voice of the dispatcher filled the room. His brows furrowed deeper, his scowl turning deadly as he listened to the report. “Villains in the old district? At this hour? Those bastards don’t sleep or somethin’? Yeah, yeah—I got it. We’ll be there.”

He slammed the phone down on the bed, letting out a deep sigh as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “Goddamn it. I hate this stupid job.”

You let out a small laugh beneath the blanket. “Liar.”

Bakugou glared at the lump of fabric that was you—his partner. “What’d you just say?”

“You heard me,” you teased, peeking out just enough for him to see the drowsy smile on your face—which can barely be seen with the dim light of the moonlight outside the bedroom window. “You love this job, Kats. You’d combust without it.”

“Like hell I would,” he muttered, standing up and running a hand through his already messy hair. “I’m only outta bed ‘cause I don’t trust those extras not to screw up.”

“You’re up because you want to. Big difference.”

“Whatever.” Bakugou shot you a glance over his shoulder. “Hurry your ass up. Don’t got time for you to sit there all cozy like we ain’t got villains to blow up.”

You didn’t budge.

“Give me two minutes. I just need to—hey!”

Bakugou had moved without warning, stomping back to the bed and scooping you up in one fluid motion. You let out a surprised squeak as he effortlessly picked you up, blanket and all, and cradled you against his chest.

“Katsuki!” you protested, trying to wriggle free. “What are you doing?!”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, barely sparing you a glance as he carried you toward the door. “You’re slow as hell when you’re tired. This’ll save time.”

“You can’t just carry me every time we get called in!”

“Watch me.”

He stomped down the hallway, his bare feet thudding against the wooden floor, while his voice dipped into a string of curses. “Stupid villains. Stupid middle-of-the-night calls. Stupid hero work. I’m gonna blast whoever’s causing this into the next century.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter now, your head falling back against his shoulder. “You sound like a cranky old man.”

“Keep talkin’ and I’m droppin’ you,” Bakugou threatened. “Why the hell are you laughin’? Think this is funny?”

“Very. You’re like my happy pill.”

“Yeah? And you’re heavy,” he grumbled, though the way he carried you effortlessly said otherwise.

“Excuse me?!”

A corner of Bakugou’s mouth quirked up as he looked down at you, amusement flickering in his eyes despite his perpetual scowl. “I didn’t say nothin’. Quit wastin’ time.”

You smiled against his shoulder, listening to him grumble about this whole ordeal. He sounded pissed—like the world had wronged him personally by waking you two up—but you could see the truth in his actions. His grip was steady, his movements careful as he carried you to where your hero gear was waiting. It was such a Bakugou thing to do: grumble and complain, but still take care of you without hesitation.

By the time you make it to the gear room, Bakugou carefully sets you down on your feet. You wobbled slightly from the sudden shift, and Bakugou’s hand instinctively shot out to steady you.

“Oi, don’t fall on me now.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes before turning to grab your hero suit. “You’re way too grumpy for someone who just carried me all the way here. Admit it—you love being a hero.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“You do, though,” you teased, already halfway into your gear. “I know you do.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, but he didn’t argue. Instead, his voice softened just enough to make you pause. “I wouldn’t do this job if it meant leavin’ you to deal with shit alone.”

You stilled, looking at him from the corner of your eye. He was standing by the doorway now, fully suited up and waiting for you, his face set in his usual determined scowl. But something about the way he looked at you, about the small, unspoken truths in his words, made your chest feel warm.

“Y’know, you’re so sweet to me at the most inconvenient times. Why can’t you say things like that when I don’t look like I’ve been ran over by a truck because I’m sleep deprived?”

“Die.”

“Is that your way of saying you love me too, Ka-tsu-ki?”

He scoffed. “Hurry up, dumbass. We’ve got work to do.”

“Ha! You didn’t deny it, so I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Shut up, you’re annonyin’.”

You smiled faintly, finishing the last of your preparations before walking over to him. “But you love me.”

“Of fucking course,” Bakugou said, opening the door and stepping out into the brisk night air. “Let’s go. Those idiots could only hold out for so long ‘cause they really had to call us in.”

You followed close behind, still smiling to yourself as you fell into step next to him. Despite his grumbles, despite the curses under his breath, Bakugou had never been happier. Because at the end of the day, no matter how ungodly the hour, you were always there—and as far as he was concerned, nothing else mattered.

Because he loves this job—especially when he’s doing it alongside you.

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thinking about how bakugou is 100% the type of guy to say “that’s my girl” in response to you doing anything ever

you’re at a bar hanging out with him and his friends, his arm draped over the back of your chair when you spot a claw machine in the far corner.

“kats!” you whisper excitedly, pointing to the machine. he gives you a crooked smile, removing his arm and following you as you scoot your chair out, nearly tripping over your own feet to make your way over to the machine.

like a little kid, you press your fingertips onto the glass, smooshing your face up against it to peer inside at the various plushies. you feel a warm presence behind you, and bakugou sidles up to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“you wanna try?” his deep voice asks, no trace of judgement in his voice.

“mhm!” you hum, bouncing.

he moves back, and you turn to face him, a grin on your face as he slips some money into your hand. as you move to familiarize yourself with the controls, he leans his hip on the side of the machine to watch, crimson eyes shining.

scanning the sea of plushies, you immediately spot a familiar one, giggling to yourself as you feed the money into the slot.

the machine whirs to life and you move the claw, biting your lip as you push the button. you watch, heart pitter-pattering as the claw lowers, getting closer and closer to scooping up the plushie you have your eye on. it grips the arm of the toy, but before it can pull it up, the claw swings to the side and the toy falls back into place.

“damn.” he says from the side, your eyes flitting to his face, surprised to see a frown and a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

you grunt in response, yet you feed another dollar in. this time, you angle it perfectly, holding your breath as the claw grabs the body of the plushie, pulling it up and dropping it down the chute.

“yes!” you cheer, jumping up a down a few times before looking towards katsuki, who lets out a chuckle before he opens his arms. you jump into them, hooking your hands behind his neck, and he swings you around a few times before putting your feet back down on the ground.

“that’s my girl.” he says lowly, a soft smile spreading across his face as he leans down to press a kiss to your hairline. “what did you get?”

you giggle, stepping away from him to kneel on the ground, pushing the door to the chute open and gently tugging the toy out. you turn and look up at him, a mischievous smile on your face before presenting it to him.

he rolls his eyes (fondly), and huffs.

“it’s you!” you exclaim, holding the dynamight plushie out for him to see. it’s surprisingly detailed, including all of the bits and bobs of his hero costume, and it even has the scar that rests under his eye.

he sighs, carding a hand through his hair, and you narrow your eyes at him, almost daring him to tell you that you can’t keep it. instead, he hikes up his eyebrows, before saying, “that cannot go in our bed, got it? i don’t wanna roll over and see that thing—me? whatever, staring with its beady eyes.”

“Aye aye captain.” You say, before he snorts, then hauls you up and places a hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you to walk back to the table where his friends are, the mini katsuki bakugou still cradled in your arms.

everyone else has gone, leaving you and bakugou the only ones left waiting on the benches. it’s freezing outside, your breath making white puffs in the air. you giggle under your breath, trying to blow them into shapes. 

bakugou glances irritatedly at you. “quit it.”

you look over, eyes wide. “huh?”

“quit doing that, dumbass.”

“why?”

“because you’re wasting breath and making yourself colder!”

you shrug, clenching your teeth to stop the chattering. “‘m not cold.”

katsuki makes a cutting smirk at you. “think i can’t see ya shivering over there?”

you cross your arms to calm the tremors in your body. “it’s fine.”

“god, you’re stubborn. i hate it.”

you smile wryly at him. “you love it.”

at this, he scowls. “i love nothing, least of all you.”

you laugh softly. “whatever you say, ‘suki.”

you rub your hands together rapidly to try and warm them up, blowing warm air on them. you repeat the process a couple times until they start to warm, but it’s nowhere near enough. 

bakugou rolls his eyes and with a rather annoyed groan, reaches over and snatches up your hands, holding them tight in his own. 

you whip your head around to look at him, dumbstruck. he refuses to meet your eyes, staring angrily ahead and rubbing your hands. 

“had to warm ‘em up,” he huffs, but you don't miss the pink tint of his cheeks (that probably isn’t from the cold). “can’t let ya sit in the cold, alright? besides, that noise was pissing me off.”

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𝜗𝜚 he likes to eat his girl while fingering her, a hungry boy…

𝜗𝜚 he has no idea how big he is

𝜗𝜚 all he wants is to give pleasure to his lover, so sweet

𝜗𝜚 he loves your titties <3

𝜗𝜚 he will let you use him

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𝜗𝜚 you and your damn skirts will one day hurt your ability to walk.

𝜗𝜚 he had a bad day, so…

𝜗𝜚 “i’ll just take care of you, okay?”

𝜗𝜚 he loves the way your hips collide with his cock

𝜗𝜚 sometimes he just focuses on you and your adorable lips

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𝜗𝜚 he promised to be more gentle this time, lying bastard!

𝜗𝜚 he can make you cum in seconds <3

𝜗𝜚 will you be a “good girl” ?

𝜗𝜚 “are you going to be a shy girl and hide your little noises from me, hmm?”

𝜗𝜚 he is a total eater, trust me.

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