☆ Being Childhood Friends With Saiki

trailing off bc you think no one is listening to you only for the quiet one of the group to nudge your foot w theirs ): so you continue talking — quieter this time — and they’re not looking at you but you see a lil quirk of their lips and the occasional head nods when you pause ):

chifuyu, hakkai, kakucho, saiki, aren, asahi, yamaguchi, fukunaga, kenma, semi semi, mori, barbatos, belphie, satan, your fave <3

smile for the camera! — ft. k. bakugo x fem!reader

katsuki bakugo is tricked into smiling during an interview when they bring up your name!

you didn't notice it at first, but katsuki bakugo developed smile lines after meeting you.

he didn't smile much as a kid. most of his baby pictures consisted of him either crying, screaming, or making some sort of vulgar gesture at the camera. it only got worse as he entered his teen years. his temper calmed down a bit, sure. but the chances of catching katsuki bakugo smiling were as rare as catching lightening in a bottle.

the paparazzi were well aware of the famous dynamight barely having any pictures of him smiling out on the internet—there were three singular photos out there that consisted of him with a somewhat pleased expression on his face, and the only reason he looked that way was because you were in frame right beside him.

it seemed to be a well known fact that getting bakugo to smile was nearly impossible—but the current interviewer sitting in front of bakugo was determined.

"great explosion murder god dynamight—or, well, just dynamight sir—what would you say is your favorite part about being a hero?"

katsuki stops himself from rolling his eyes, already anticipating the rest of the interview's questions as he answers flatly

"the glory. the strength. and kicking ass—make that the first thing, actually."

"okay! now, i'd like to ask you a few more things..." the young woman chirps up, and katsuki sighs and tells her to continue. the next dozens of questions were just as he'd predicted—stuff like asking who his biggest inspiration was, what kind of merch his team would be putting out in the upcoming months, and what he thought his weaknesses were.

"—and i don't have weakness. i'm fucking perfect, ask anybody. now, are we done here?" he snaps, rolling his shoulders as he moves to stand up, eyes flitting towards the exit with nothing but disinterest

he'd spent an entire hour answering these stupid questions when he could've been out fighting villains, finishing up his paperwork, literally anything else would be more time fulfilling than answering baseless questions like these ones.

the interviewer's eyes widen when katsuki stands up from his seat, stretching his arms above his head with a grunt before she quickly interrupts him

"what about your wife!"

"....eh?"

"your wife!" she says, quickly collecting herself

"could you tell us about her? it seems like many of your fans are interested in learning more regarding you two! you have a very private relationship, so it's only natural for people to be curious!"

katsuki blinks, absorbing her words. slowly, his feet—once pointed towards the exit—shift ever so slightly towards the woman

"well...what do you want to know?"

and that's how katsuki found himself sitting in the same seat another hour later. except this time, he had the dorkiest grin ever plastered on his face.

"oh i knew i wanted to marry her the first time she yelled at me—she was pretty feisty back in our ua days. still is, but now all the insults she throws my way usually have the word babe or honey added at the end. she has a clever mouth, i'm warnin' ya—you don't wanna get into an argument with her."

the interviewer laughs, and katsuki decides he might come back to this station another time if they asked. he's... well, simply put, having fun.

he leaves after another forty minutes, only because his manager literally dragged him out of the room—he had a meeting to attend and then his patrol—but he left waving at the camera crew and in a far more better mood than he'd arrived in.

katsuki spends the rest of the day getting through all of his hero duties, the interview slowly being pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on finishing all his work and coming home to you.

it's nearly nine pm when he opens the door to your shared apartment—groaning about how tired he was and how you better not be asleep—when he hears your padded feet running towards the main entryway to greet him

"you're home!"

he offers you a slanted grin, opening his arms for a hug

"missed ya today," he mutters, pressing a kiss onto your scalp as you peer up at him with a grin—looking a little too happy.

"what're ya cheesing so hard about?"

you hum, tapping the back of his thigh with a knowing grin

"your ma called me. guess what she told me?"

katsuki groans, shrugging off his gauntlets and boots before tugging you towards the couch in the living room, flopping onto it while mumbling under his breath and pulling you towards his chest

"you two devils were probably gosspin' about me, that old hag better not have sent you any pictures or i swear—"

"she told me to turn on the tv and head to channel seven."

katsuki pauses, staring at you with furrowed brows. well, it couldn't have been him on channel seven, right? he didn't have any crazy villains to deal with for once, so it wouldn't make sense for him to be on one of the main channels today.

"what..."

he smacks his forehead with an embarrassed groan when you pull out your phone and show him your recording of his interview. you're practically bouncing on the couch beside him with glee as you shove the screen in his face

"you're smiling! they made it the cover of their video, too—gosh you look so cute when you smile! and you're talking about me!"

katsuki huffs, but watches you play back the video with a cheesy grin on your face. your round eyes are illuminated by the screen, and you re-watch the video with your lips parted in awe

"you got the real thing right in front of you but you'd rather watch that...i see how it is." he grumbles, something similar to a pout forming on his face when you still don't acknowledge him—too busy watching his video as you bring the phone closer to your face

"i'm going to screenshot your smiling face in this video and make it my profile picture on insta—"

he snatches the phone out of your hand, powering it off before tossing it aside and wrapping his strong arms around your waist in an iron grip

"i'll make that one of you snoring and drooling all over my chest my profile picture if you even think about it."

"i'm pretty sure half the comments on that video literally have your smiling face as their profile picture."

"...well that's a lot of people i'm gonna have to sue."

Girls don’t want a kiss goodnight. They want coins for school bus graveyard.

first volume // last volume of my hero academia by kohei horikoshi

CRAVINGGG to come home after a long day at work and dearest, loving husband! katsuki takes care of his wife.

you step through the door, exhausted from the draining day, but before you can even set your bag down, you feel katsuki’s arms wrap around you. he pulls you into him, his embrace firm and comforting.

you let out a tired sigh, your body feeling like it’s made of jello. “katsuki, go away. i’m gross.”

he doesn’t let go. instead, he tightens his grip, pulling you even closer.

“no,” he rubs his cheek against your hair, breathing you in. "i've missed you all day."

you huff, leaning into him a little, but still feeling self-conscious. “i feel disgusting, katsuki. you shouldn’t be hugging me right now. i probably smell like i’ve been working out in the sun.”

“i don’t give a fuck,” he just grumbles and pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair. “just let me hold my damn wife.”

you can’t help but smile at the way he says it, the way he makes you feel like the most important person in the world, even after a day like this. "okay, but at least let me take off my shoes. my feet are killing me."

katsuki doesn’t say anything at first, but you feel him shift before he’s crouching in front of you. the action is so unexpected that you freeze for a moment, watching him carefully unbuckle your heel with a tenderness you didn’t expect.

you flush, a little caught off guard by the intimacy of the moment. "katsuki—what are you doing?"

he glances up, his eyes intense but soft, a small smirk playing on his lips. "just making sure you relax, baby. you deserve it. don’t want you to lift a finger. gotta take care of you.”

he gently pulls off your heel and kisses the side of your leg. his lips brush against your thigh before he carefully lifts the other foot, repeating the process.

your heart races, flustered by the attention, but you let out a shaky breath, trying not to let it show. “you’re too much…”

katsuki doesn’t answer right away, his gaze lingering on your legs, eyes dark with admiration.

“baby, i don’t think you get it,” he says, slowly moving his hands up your calves, his touch reverent, almost as if he’s memorizing every curve and dip. “these legs? fuckin’ perfect. you’ve got no idea how much i love ‘em.”

you shiver slightly as his fingers trace the shape of your thigh, moving upward with a deliberate slowness. he kneels a little closer, his breath warm against your skin, and he kisses the top of your knee, as though it’s a sacred offering.

“god, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, his hands sliding higher, caressing the soft skin of your thighs. “never seen anyone look this good, and i get to have you all to myself.”

you swallow, your heart pounding in your chest. he’s being so intense, his worship of you so consuming, and it makes you feel like you're the only thing in the world that matters to him in this moment. “katsuki... you’re making me feel embarassed.”

he pauses, looking up at you with an almost teasing glint in his eyes. “embarassed? why? i’m just admiring my beautiful wife here.”

he places another soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin.

you run your fingers through his messy hair, the soft strands slipping between your fingers as you sigh, feeling the exhaustion wash over you like a heavy wave. despite the warmth of his touch, you’re starting to feel the weight of the day catch up to you.

“katsuki, can i... can i shower?” you ask, your voice quiet, blissed out but still a little shy from the overwhelming attention.

he doesn't answer immediately, his lips lingering against your skin as he presses one last soft kiss to your thigh, his hands gently sliding down your legs before he looks up at you. his eyes are full of affection, a hint of playfulness still there, but he nods slowly, his grip never leaving you.

"is it okay if i join you?” he asks, the question laced with care, giving you the choice.

you meet his gaze, feeling your heart flutter at the genuine softness in his eyes. a small, tired but blissed-out smile tugs at your lips as you nod. “yes... please."

he smiles, his grip never leaving you as he stands, guiding you gently toward the bathroom. "let’s get you cleaned up, gorgeous."

once the shower is running, the warm water filling the room with steam, you step inside, letting out a content sigh as the heat envelops you.

katsuki follows close behind, and soon, the two of you are standing beneath the water, his hands moving tenderly as he helps wash away the fatigue from your body.

you lean back against him, relaxing into his touch as his fingers work through your hair, massaging your scalp with slow, deliberate strokes along with your shampoo.

his hands are gentle, but the strength in them is still there. every so often, his thumb brushes against your temple, a silent reassurance that he's there.

"you're so good to me," you murmur, feeling the stress of the day melt away.

katsuki doesn’t answer at first, focusing on rinsing the shampoo from your hair before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest with a contented sigh. “i’d do anything for you, sweets. anything.”

“anything, huh?” you tease, turning your head just enough to catch a glimpse of his face. “even… let me cook breakfast?”

“hell no. that’s my job," he grumbles, as if the idea is absolutely absurd.

you laugh, the sound light and airy, and he can’t help but chuckle with you, his lips brushing against your shoulder.

"what, you think i'm not capable of cooking you a decent meal?" you tease, leaning slightly to the side to catch his eye. "i can make you something amazing."

he snorts, shaking his head. "sweets, the only thing you’re amazing at is looking good in my arms."

you roll your eyes at his smug grin. “oh, i’m amazing at more than just looking good, y'know. i can, like, totally cook a meal that you'll rate 5 stars.”

he nips your shoulder lightly, the playful spark still dancing in his eyes. "if you wanna try, i guess i could let you make a little something for me. as long as you don’t burn down the kitchen, that is."

you arch an eyebrow, your lips curling into a mischievous grin. “oh, i won’t burn it down... unless you’re not around to supervise me, of course.”

“even if it’s god-awful, i’ll still eat it. but if i die from food poisoning, i swear to hell, i’m haunting your ass for the rest of my afterlife.”

“oh yeah? and what exactly does a katsuki bakugo ghost do? yell at me from beyond the grave?”

“damn right,” he smirks. “you’d never get a moment of peace. i’d be right there, messing with you every second. flicking the lights, moving your stuff, whispering in your ear when you’re trying to sleep.”

he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “and you’d still feel me, too. my hands on you, my lips on you… haunting you in all the best ways.”

you roll your eyes, still grinning. “that doesn’t sound like haunting—that just sounds like you being obnoxiously all over me forever.”

katsuki snorts. “exactly. but don’t worry, baby—i’ll make sure you don’t kill me yet. you’re stuck with me for a long, long time.”

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ clearing out my drafts AHHHH hope you guys enjoy another endearing, husband katsuki💜💜

BEING ON BAKUGOUS PR TEAM

bakugou katsuki x gender neutral reader

youve been working as a pr manager for prohero dynamight for over a year. you went to ua but were in the business management course since your quirk wasnt enough to be a hero (a quirk that makes people stop talking, very useful when youre doing interviews with a blonde headed idiot who doesnt think before he speaks) anyway kiss kiss fall in love hope this isn’t ooc im coping from the recent episodes

notes; aged up characters, suggestive texts, mina is ur bsf, photos of yn don’t depict gender/race/etc it’s just for the pose

Please , one where Reader and Jake wanted to take things slow by dry humping

(I might actually go crazy)

hot. I need this man so bad it’s NOT even funny do not play with me anymore.

⚠️ smut (mdni), dry humping, curse words, cumming in pants, nerd!jake x popular reader ✉️ wc. 1043

Jake’s glasses slide down the bridge of his nose again, and you watch him push them back up with a quiet sigh. His pencil moves quickly, writing numbers and formulas like he’s actually enjoying this. You, on the other hand, are five seconds from throwing your textbook out the window.

You flop back onto your bed with a groan. “Jake. I’m dying. I can feel my brain leaking out of my ears.”

He doesn’t look up. “You said you needed help with derivatives.”

“I said I needed you. Not math.”

That gets his attention. He blinks up at you, cheeks already turning pink before he even opens his mouth.

“I—uh—I mean, we haven’t gone over limits yet, and I thought maybe we could…” He trails off as you crawl off the bed and settle right into his lap, legs straddling his thighs.

“Can’t we take a break?” you murmur, resting your hands on his shoulders.

Jake goes still. His hands hover in the air like he doesn’t know what to do with them, and his eyes dart everywhere but your face. “You—um—this is… kinda a lot.”

You tilt your head. “Do you want me to move?”

“No!” he blurts, then clears his throat. “I mean—no. You’re okay. I just… you know I’m not really good at this.”

“I know,” you whisper, brushing your fingers through his hair. “And I like that about you.”

His ears turn red. “You do?”

“Mhm.” You shift slightly, and he sucks in a quiet breath. You feel the way his thighs tense beneath you, how his hands finally settle on your hips, hesitant but there. “I like how you’re always so focused. I like how you think too much. I like that you didn’t try to kiss me until I made the first move.”

He lets out a shaky laugh, eyes finally meeting yours. “You’re really not helping me focus, you know.”

“That’s kinda the point.”

He swallows hard, and you can feel the way his breath hitches when you lean in closer, noses brushing. He’s nervous—you can see it in the way his lashes flutter, the way his fingers curl slightly into your waist—but he’s not pulling away.

“Do you want to stop?” you ask softly.

He hesitates. “No. I just… can we go slow?”

You smile. “Of course.”

And when you kiss him, it’s gentler than usual. Slower. But you feel him lean into it this time, like he’s starting to want more too.

You pull back just enough to catch your breath, your fingers trailing along his jaw. His cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from your kiss, and when you look at him, his breath is shallow, eyes wide with the mix of confusion and desire that’s clearly taking over him. There’s a tension in the air, thick with anticipation, but also the weight of hesitation.

“I like being close to you like this,” you whisper, your voice barely a breath against his lips. His chest rises and falls under your touch, and you can feel how fast his heartbeat is through his shirt. Your hands drop from his face, trailing down his chest to his waist, where your fingers brush against the waistband of his jeans. His body stiffens beneath you at the contact, and you smirk, feeling the subtle shift beneath your own body.

You pull him closer, your hips pressing into his, and the instant friction between you two makes you both freeze for just a moment. It’s so slight, but the pressure is undeniable—the way his body reacts to yours. You feel him—hard, firm against your thigh, and the realization hits you like a jolt. He’s reacting to you, and even though he’s still hesitant, you can see the battle in his eyes. He’s not pulling away, and that’s enough to make you want more.

“I think we should stop,” Jake whispers, his voice trembling just slightly. “I—I’m not sure…”

But before he can finish, you grind against him—slow, deliberate, and enough to make his breath hitch. The feeling of him pressing against you makes everything inside you ignite. You throw your head back, your manicured fingers tangled in his hair as you feel the heat in your core grow. You’re not sure if it’s the way his body is reacting to you or the fact that he’s still holding back, but it makes you want to push him further, to see how much more he’ll give you.

His grip on your waist tightens immediately, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of your shirt, pulling you even closer. His head tilts back slightly, and you notice the way his chest rises faster, as if he’s trying to regain control, but it’s clear he’s losing it. The way his body tenses and the heat radiating from him—he’s not immune to this, not by a long shot. 

You can feel it—the unmistakable pressure, the hard length pressing against your hip. It’s not subtle, not when it’s this close. He’s reacting, and you can feel it against you, his body betraying the hesitance in his voice. It makes your heart race, knowing that despite everything, he’s still here, still with you.

“Jake,” you whimpered, your lips brushing against his ear as you move against him again, this time a little more firmly. You can feel him his cock twitch under you, and the sound he makes—low and almost broken—sends a rush of heat through your own body. You bite your lip, resisting the urge to moan yourself. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to feel good, you know?”

His breath hitches again, and you see his hands tremble on your hips. He’s still holding back, still unsure, but the way his body moves against yours is enough of a confirmation. You press down again, this time with more force, feeling him hard against your stomach. It’s there, unmistakable, and you can’t ignore the way your body reacts to it.

You watch him closely as you move, his chest heaving, his eyes flickering between you and the space between you. His body reacts to yours in ways that make it clear he’s trying to keep his composure, but you feel his control slipping more with each press of your hips against his. It’s a slow build, but it’s building, and it’s all-consuming.

He shifts beneath you, his hands sliding from your waist to your back, pulling you closer as his hips jerk upward slightly. It’s subtle at first, but then he does it again—slow, hesitant, but more purposeful this time. You gasp, and the movement sends a shock of warmth through you, a tingle spreading throughout your body.

You can’t hold back anymore. You rock your hips harder, pressing your body fully against his, and the feeling of him—so hard against you, so real—makes everything inside of you ignite. His breath catches in his throat, his hands gripping your back like he’s trying to anchor himself to you. The pressure builds, and you feel a wave of heat between your legs, the undeniable ache growing stronger.

Jake groans, low and guttural, his hands now firm on your hips, urging you on. His body is moving with yours now, the rhythm slow and deliberate, and you can feel every inch of him as he shifts beneath you. It’s like a slow burn, building little by little, until the tension is unbearable. You can’t help but move against him, faster, harder, chasing the feeling that’s building between you both.

His breath is ragged now, and you can see the way his chest rises and falls with the effort of holding himself together. His hands are sliding down, fingers skimming the fabric of your jeans, and for a moment, you think he might pull away, but instead, he pulls you closer, grinding into you with more urgency. His lips find yours again, desperate and hungry, as the pressure between your bodies intensifies.

You feel the tension in him now, the way his body stiffens, the way his breath hitches in his chest as he tries to control himself. But there’s no holding back now. His hips move faster, and you feel it—his release building, the pressure in his body mounting with each movement.

You can feel Jake’s breath shallow against your lips as his hands grip your hips tighter, urging you to move against him with more urgency. His body is reacting to yours in ways that make your heart race. You press your hips down, the friction between you two building the tension higher, and with every movement, you feel him grow harder beneath you.

“Oh gosh—I’m gonna cum” you breathe out, your lips brushing his as you continue to move against him, your body pulsing with the rhythm. You can feel his restraint slipping, the control he’s been trying to hold onto fading with each second.

His eyes darken, the mix of hesitation and desire clear in his gaze. “Fuck, YN…” His voice is strained, almost desperate. He’s trying to keep it together, but the way his hips snap up against yours says otherwise. “I—fuck, I can’t—”

Before he can finish, you rock your hips against him one more time, and that’s all it takes. His body stiffens, a low groan escaping his throat as he cums inside his pants, warm sticky liquid spilling everywhere. Your eyes roll back as you feel the warmth through the fabric of your clothes from your orgasm, the tension breaking between you both, leaving you breathless and tangled together.

For a moment, the room is quiet, just the sound of your breathing filling the air. Jake’s hands are still gripping your waist, holding you close, as if he doesn’t want to let go.

“You okay?” you whisper, your chest rising and falling with each breath. You’re still pressed against him, his body still warm beneath you.

Jake looks up at you, a mix of surprise and satisfaction in his eyes. “Yeah…” His voice is rough, the words heavy with the aftermath of everything that just happened. He gives a soft laugh, shaking his head. “That was… unexpected.”

You smile softly, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. “I told you… we could take it slow.”

Jake smirks, pulling you in for one last kiss, this one slow and lingering. “Slow… but not that slow,” he mutters against your lips.

ᯓ★ too quiet

too quiet k. bakugo

in which bakugo has a shy girlfriend who typically only talks to him

notes fem ! reader , mentions of teasing / bullying , fluff

bakugo feels his blood boil every time he hears someone make fun of his cute girlfriend for being "too quiet". he didn't even understand how someone could be too quiet. and maybe if they spent less time being assholes and more time getting to know her they'd hear her talk more often, he thought.

they didn't know her like he did, all the nerdy little rambles he gave him when they were alone together. the funny jokes she'd crack that only the two of them would get. the way she'd tell him all of the gossip she'd be entrusted to due to her quiet nature. the soft melody of her voice and how it blessed his ears every time she spoke.

but maybe he'd be fine with them thinking she was too quiet if it meant he got to keep those little moments all to himself.

maybe it wouldn't be that bad.

things they do that make your heart skip a beat

♱ bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki, kaminari, shinsou

fluffy and suggestive 😔

disclaimer this could all js be niche stuff i find attractive…

bakugou

♱ wears black compression shirts and tank tops that cling to his biceps, shows uncharacteristic patience helping you with schoolwork, blushes when he catches you looking at him, grabs your hips when he walks past you, cooks shirtless with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, chronic manspreader, reverses the car with his hand on your seat and looking over his shoulder yk exactly what im talking about

kirishima

♱ makes you sit on his back when he does press ups - will then proceed to do one handed press ups while grinning at you in the gym mirror, poses after a work out for you, wipes stuff off your face and (if edible duh) licks it off his thumb, has the worlds deepest morning voice, hugs you from behind CONSTANTLY - if he could glue himself to your backside you better believe he would

midoriya

♱ IS RESPECTFUL TO HIS MOTHER 😫😫, will hurl himself out the car to come open your door for you, gives you the most insightful opinions of clothes, makeup, whatever, rubs his thumb over your hand when he holds your hand, holds the door open for you without a second thought, the sidewalk rule <3, saves every. single. photo. you send him

todoroki

♱ pays for everything before you can protest, sends you flowers with little notes attached randomly, brushes/styles your hair for you, will sit for hours in changing rooms w you and make you do 360s for every outfit, takes candids of you and refuses to delete any of them, constantly leans down so you can speak in his ear and you get a big whiff of his fancy cologne, speaks diff languages 🥹

kaminari

♱ leans his hands on the tops of doorways when he’s talking to you, pulls you in by your belt loops to talk to you, leans over in the middle of serious conversations to whisper a stupid joke in your ear that you have to struggle not to cackle at, wears rings and lets you play with them, calls you “m’lady” and “ma’am” when you’re annoyed at him, whenever he zips you up in a dress or buttons you up he’ll kiss the back of your neck and your shoulders, is really good with his little baby and toddler cousins 🩷🩷🩷

shinsou

♱ “yeah?” “mhmm?” WHEEWWW SIR, plays guitar for you and sends u vids of him playing songs u request, stretches and his shirts always lift up to show off his happy trail 🙂‍↕️, drags you down to sit in his lap for EVERY activity he does - paperwork, video games, whatever, has constant bedroom eyes???, tugs on your hair to get your attention, had to lean back and adjust himself everytime he sits down bc he wears the baggiest pants in existence

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