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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Not any different"

Tw for SH and scars

Requests are open

You got off of work early and thought it'd be a good idea to order out for dinner and clean whilst you had the chance. Your job as a healer keeps you busy and your quirk: garden allows you to grow plants from the earth and your body and you mainly used to grow plants to help heal wounds.

Katsuki would come home wounded and refused help from anyone but you. Today however he seemed more needy and touchy. This happened when he was stressed and overwhelmed so you didn't mind this vulnerable and needy side of him.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and wrapped his arms around you kissing your neck and pulling you into him

" Hello to you do Katsuki"

"sorry, hi "

" It's fine something on your mind?"

"no just you"

He trail kisses down your neck sliding his hands up from underneath your shirt pulling it off and kissing you more pushing you onto the couch. "Fuck love, you make me feel so, . Calm, I hate it" he says kissing you and leaving a small hickey on your chest slowly moving downward. You let out a small gasp and wrapped your arms around him feeling him move closer.

He makes his way down kissing you and praising you for every noise you make. As he meets you waistline slowly pulling your pants off you push him off. "Wait, stop, just -" you stop, trying to catch your breath

"Hey, you okay? Was I .. moving too fast or.."

He says looking up at you

"No it's not you it's just that i- " you stop yourself looking down at the scars on your thighs made from thorn vines. He follows your eyes seeing the scars then looking back up at you.

Hey, did someone do this do you.

No katsuki It was me, so just stop and let me get dressed.. please.

You pull away putting your shirt back on and just as you try to walk away katsuki wraps his hands around your wrist.

"I can't.. heal you like you heal me. But I can help. I might not know how to comfort you directly but I can listen. I can hold you. So stop being so damn stubborn and help me help you damnit. "

You look over at him eyes wide but grateful.

Do you want to talk about this.?

No not really. . Not tonight at least.

You say leaning into his touch

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Still love you the same"

Tw: implied domestic abuse with comfort ofc

Pro hero AU

It was a rainy day and you and Katsuki both had the day off. Katsuki's presence alone normally soothes your mind, but today the universe has other plans. You hadn't meant for him to see it, you had just wanted to get a book from the shelf, and your shirt lifted up just enough to be able to see the scar. A shitty reminder of being hurt by someone you loved and trusted. You froze, feeling his gaze on your back. Katsuki stepped closer, his expression unreadable. You felt your body wanted to run, not out of fear or shame but because you didn't want any pity he had to give. "Are there anymore? You never told me about this " he asks softly but yet you could still feel the emotions in his words. You felt his hands hovering over the scars, the warmth of his hands radiating onto your skin. "Who did this?" He asks his voice firm and is still calm when he does. "It doesn't matter it was a long time ago Katsu" His gaze softens but doesn't leave you. You knew he wouldn't push but you knew the thought of someone hurting you was hurting him. "I don't want your pity" you say before you are cut off "Scars visible or not are nothing, they don't define you"

"it was my fault, I didn't leave when I should have.." you said feeling the tears swell into your eyes. He pulled your towards him "You didn't deserve that regardless of if you stayed. Don't be stupid and blame yourself "

You could feel the tears falling and your throat cloging up, "I wish I had been there"

"well you're here now right?" He wraps his arms around you giving you a sense of safety and comfort. "Nothing will hurt you, no one will lay a hand on you as long as I'm around. I promise." He says followed by a quiet "I believe you"

He cups his hands around your cheeks kissing you softly on the forehead then on the lips. You closed your eyes feeling safe and comfortable. Katsuki made you feel safe and vulnerable at the same time and that's why you love him so much.

Sorry for not posting I've been going through it, please leave any requests you have !

bodyguard or bestfriend! katsuki who practically lives in your personal space, he's only "looking out for you" and "making sure you're okay" he definitely isn't dependent on feeling your warmth against him, he definitely doesn't get antsy when you're not near him, not at all

Second time writing this, tumblr ate it the first time 🥴 but no because I bet he leaves his shit there and then forgets.i have so many thoughts on this

Katsuki has practically raided every square inch of his apartment. He’s checked every basket, drawer, nook and cranny of the place— and he’s found four pair of boxers. Total.

There’s no way.

A frustrated groan leaves his lips when he notices missing sweatpants. His face twists into a scowl while he shoves the last of his dirty laundry into the washing machine. He snatches the detergent and tosses it in, pressing the button and turning on his heel.

He storms out of his apartment and shoves his keys into the door, locking it. And you know something’s off the moment he arrives. He huffs and puffs like he’s going to blow your house down. All the while, you sit perched on the couch with a basket of laundry and a no-brain-needed show on.

“I’m goin’ fucking insane.” Katsuki grits, carmine eyes peering into your ceiling.

You hum and toss a pair of panties into a nearby basket. A sigh leaves him as his chest sinks beneath the black tank top.

“You always are— but why now?” You raise a brow at his glare, resisting a snicker.

Your fingers lay purchase on a pair of his sweats. Effortlessly, you begin to fold and separate the rest of the laundry. Another pair of his sweats are in your hands as you pause to look at him.

“Searched the damn place top to bottom,” a sigh “- can’t find my shit. Got four pair of boxers. I’m losing it.” He grunts with an exasperated groan.

Katsuki peels his gaze from the ceiling to meet your own. You begin to chortle and snort.

The pair of sweatpants in your hands meet his face with a dull thud. Without thinking, katsuki yanks the offending fabric away and growls.

“Oí, asswipe-“ The second pair meets his face before he can finish and it takes all of three seconds for it to register.

“.. why d’you got my shit?” He takes a deep breath, just like his therapist told him to, trying not to jump to conclusions.

“You always leave your shit here— I’ve got an entire drawer. You’ve even got a toothbrush and face razor in my bathroom.” You challenge, holding up a pair of boxers you’ve just found in the basket.

Katsuki blinks. He has been over a lot. But it’s only because you can’t take care of yourself— you’d die! The blonde runs through memories of cup ramen and expired snacks in your fridge and pantry. His eyes roll.

“Well, I need my shit, brat.” He chooses to say instead.

You glance at the TV to see two of the girls arguing over what food to have at a party. Typical, there’s always that one bitch who wants fruit at a candy land themed party.

“Go for it, it’ll end up back here anyways-“ you chortle and toss a pair of clean boxers his way “-you’re over five days a week.”

Ruby orbs narrow, brows furrowing as he takes playful offense to your statement. A grin plasters across his face and he leans in.

“Wouldn’t have to if a certain shithead could take care of herself, now would i?” Katsuki taunts and assumes victory. He looks proud of himself.

Your brows shoot to your hairline and you laugh wildly. The task at hand half forgotten, fingers reaching into the basket to grab a random article of clothing and throw it at his head.

“Oh please, you come here for back rubs and head scratches.” The teasing tone of your voice has his eyes rolling. Hard.

Katsuki looks down at the fallen fabric and snorts. Big hands put the pink, scallop trim panties in the basket to your right while he formulates a good answer.

You’re not completely wrong.. but you can’t know that.

“Nah I c’mere cause’ you’ll get a scurvy if I don’t.” He lies, grabbing a towel to fold.

Banter continues on and off through the night. He talks shit on the show you’re watching but gets invested anyways. Like always. A plate of steaming curry is served for dinner and afterwards you show him to the stash of his items stored away in your bedroom.

He grumbles and flushes a peachy tone, throwing most of the items in his bag. He leaves two or three pairs, though.

You get lectured again on groceries even though he’s the one that cooks. And, now? There’s a grocery list on your fridge that says “k: bringing order on Monday” in not too-pretty handwriting.

Katsuki finds himself basking in the warmth of your hands later. Pretty fingers rub his taut muscles and tug at the roots of his hair. Nails drag up and down, up and down his shoulder and back casually. He’s out like a light in minutes.

He wakes up and chooses to ignore that he’s already left another set of clothing in your laundry basket.

I saw a TikToks with like an pov along the lines of imagine laying in bed with your so smiling weed and then they tell you that you're the only reason they will consider marriage 😍

Smoking weed with Katsuki laying on bed just talking about random things until you bring up marriage talking about how you never really ever wanted to get married but he's kinda changing your mind and then that exact moment is when he decides he's gonna propose to you.

i’m not one for marriage stuff but this sounds like me LOL

firm believer in bakugou doesn’t smoke until he meets you. like his first time trying a cigarette or a blunt was with you. gotten to the point where he doesn’t cough as much but he’s still so conscious of the fact he’s high when he is. like he’s trying so hard not to do anything stupid and instead of slowing down sometimes his mind goes a little faster.

you on the other hand are completely chill, kisses on his jaw and a hand under his tshirt for him to calm down. that usually leads to fucking.

not today though. it’s both of you laying on your double bed which is big for you and normal size for him. has you half laying on him, leg across his chest and cheek under his chin. an old adult cartoon episode playing low on the television as you both just sit in each others presence. you stub out the last of the blunt on your ashtray, letting the cold breeze from your window mix which the new found fumes in your room.

you’re both comfortable, almost moulded into each others bodies. his arm hugs you to him, pressing his lips into your forehead every so often.

then you begin to talk, on one of your slower talks, sharing every thought you have on your brain. for bakugou this is favourite thing about smoking with you. just hearing your thoughts without a filter.

“you know how i’ve never thought about marriage? always sorta put off by it?”

bakugou hums. he’s more of a traditional guy. he doesn’t know why or how but he enjoys those aspects of a relationship, looking after you, marriage, great proposals, romanticism all for you. you on the other hand, don’t mind it. though you’d be lying if you didn’t like the part where he pays for all your dates and gifts.

“i think my mind is changing. i see it differently now. i wouldn’t mind getting married, the whole event… being bound for life.”

your voice goes breathy with thought by the end and bakugou can feel his heartbeat in his throat, trying to understand what you mean. he’s so conscious of the way your body is soft on his harder one, how you’re hugging him like he’s practically a pillow and how your hair is tickling his chin.

“yeah? what’s changed your mind?”

he thinks he knows the answer. he hopes he’s right.

your finger traces something along his chest, down his arm. “you. i used to think i’d never give up my last name for a man but i would for you. i’d even make big financial decisions with you, i trust you so much.” you laugh, “that’s something.”

bakugou doesn’t know how to explain how he’s feeling. like there’s these slow fireworks bursting in his head, the understanding what you mean. you’d marry him. you’d want to marry him. that this isn’t a relationship that can fizzle out in a few more months and it actually can be forever. when all the mental fireworks fade out, he blubbers out the only words he can think.

“i will marry you.”

it’s so abrupt you look up at him, a playful grin already on your face.

“really? you’d take me away from my home to never see my family again and tend to you for the rest of my life?” you giggle and bakugou pinches your sides, becoming an attack of tickles.

he manages to nudge himself in-front of you so you’re laying side by side. you’re slightly out of breath from his fingertips drifting all over you whilst he doesn’t remember what it’s like to not smile.

“that wasn’t a fuckin’ proposal, it was a promise. i want it a-and if you do, i’ll give you everythin’,” he licks his bottom lip like he’s about to seduce you, “gonna make good financial decisions together. maybe a house. mortgage.”

the smiles on your faces rise in slow motion, your arm on his shoulder bending to play with his locks. your chest is pressed to his, your leg automatically coming to lock around his hips. his eyes are hazy and low and you’re sure yours are too.

“that sounds good to me, katsuki,” his name is silky on your lips, that he can’t help but brush his against yours.

“sounds like a dream to me,” he grumbles, voice low and hoarse from everything that means to him.

when you peck his lips, that’s a go go go sign in his head to grab your jaw and make out with you so you feel his next words physically.

“i love you more than life itself.”

you’re delectable, managing to be shy after talking about marriage with his hand sneaking onto your ass.

“i love you too. more than you’ll ever know.”