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Birthday boy 🎂

katsuki's birthday

you knew katsuki wasn't the type who liked to celebrate his birthday. for as long as you've known him, he'd always downplay it, treating the day like it was like any other.

not wanting to make him angry, you abided by his request. you would text him as soon as the clock hit 12:00 am on April 20, wishing him a happy birthday, and when he was awake, you would go to him, giving him a big hug and repeating the text. that was it.

it hurt your heart to not be able to throw him a mini party, or take him out to his favorite places all day, but you knew that's what he least wanted.

this year though, you wanted to amp up the birthday celebration, but not too much where katsuki would feel annoyed.

before the clock struck midnight, you stayed up at your desk, writing a heartfelt letter for him. it was nothing too fancy, but it came from the heart. once you were finished sealing it up, leaving a lipstick-stained kiss mark on the front, you watched your phone, waiting for the time to change.

as soon as it did, you rushed to click the messages app, opening up katsuki's contact. you began writing, "happy birthday kats! wishing you the best birthday <3!!!" this was a usual text for you to send katsuki on his birthday, but, you weren't done just yet. you had one more thing planned.

you snuck over to the kitchen, trying your best to not make any noise.

you and katsuki had this thing where at least once a month, you tried a new restaurant or place to eat. last month, you went to a new cafe that opened up about 30 minutes from UA, katsuki fell in love with it. he usually doesn't like sweets, but after you begged him to try a chai chiffon cake, it was the only thing he could talk about.

you've been secretly practicing the recipe for weeks, hiding it from katsuki and the others. you wanted this to be the gift that only you two would understand.

after what felt like 5 hours, the cake was finally done. you used a simple cream cheese crumb coat to coat the top, and put some sprinkles to decorate. you prayed it tasted good.

it was now 7 am, everyone was in the lounge area, waiting for katsuki. you were holding the card, fidgeting with it anxiously.

as katsuki made his way around the corner, everyone shouted. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" he looked surprise as one by one, everyone came up to him to wish him a happy birthday, some even giving him small gifts. he looked annoyed, but was grateful for the well wishes, muttering a 'thank you' to everyone.

last but not least, it was your turn.

katsuki's eyes softened when you walked up to him. he reached around your waist and pulled you into a hug.

"happy birthday kats," you said, gently pulling away from the embrace. you pressed the card to his chest, "i wrote this for you."

katsuki smiled slightly and took the card, "thank you y/n... you didn't have to do this."

you smiled, "yeah i know, i just really wanted to do something different for you this year."

he pulled up back into a hug, breathing in heavily.

as you both let go, you took katsuki's hand, dragging him towards the kitchen as everyone followed.

"where are we going?" katsuki questioned.

"i have one more surprise for you."

right on the island, stood the cake you spent the whole early morning making.

"what is this?" katsuki went towards the cake.

"so you remember the cake you really liked at that cafe," you began.

katsuki nodded.

"i tried to make it for you. i'm not sure if it'll taste that good but i worked really hard... happy birthday," you gave a small, unassured smile.

in awe, katsuki planted a small kiss on your head. "thanks princess, this is way more than i could have asked for."

you giggled, cutting a piece of the cake and handing it to him. once he grabbed it, you played with your fingers, anticipating his reaction.

as he took a bite, his eyes widened.

you bit your lip, scared he was gonna spit it out.

however, katsuki ate more, basically swallowing the whole thing at once.

"y/n, this was the best cake i've ever had, way better than the one at the cafe!"

your eyes met his excited ones, "is it actually?!" you felt relieved.

"yes it really is, thank you so much," he pulled you into another hug, placing kisses on your head and around your eyes.

as he did so, everyone else was grabbing a slice of cake, awaiting to see how good it was for katsuki to praise and show affection in front of everyone.

"happy birthday kats," you laughed, playfully trying to move your head back from the shower of kisses.

katsuki pulled you back in, "this is the best day ever."

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹ 𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹ 𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹ 𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

ITS BAKUGO'S BDAYYYYYYY so here's a cute little fic 😼

i like writing bakugo sweet to only the reader if yall can’t tell 😛

won't you spare me another year ?

synopsis : you want to be the first person to wish your katsuki a happy birthday every year <3

an. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOYFRIEND!!

cw. nothing, pure fluff!!! also fem reader!

"5..4...3...2...1...aaaand—happy birthday, katsuki !!"

katsuki groans sleepily as your arms tighten around him. "you're fucking insane. it's midnight."

"it's your birthday !" you defend quietly, pouting up at him. he looks down at you and chuckles.

"ya could've just let me sleep and told me that shit in the morning, would've still been m'birthday." he yawns, wiping his eyes. you shoot up to press a kiss to his cheek, leaning into his space more to kiss him all over while he pretends to try and push you off when you roll on top of him. you both ignore how he immediately goes to squeezing your hips when you settle on top.

"i could've, but then there would've been a chance i slept in too long and then i wouldn't have been the first one to wish you happy birthday."

"so my birthday's a competition now ?"

"yup. and i plan to be first every year." you giggle, he rolls his eyes but can't hide the smile growing on his face.

"clingy brat.." he mumbles, he kisses you back anyways when your lips reach his.

"you love me." you counter.

"mm, whatever." he waves off, grabbing the back of your head to bring your lips back to his. you squeal as he tries to deepen the kiss. "you're being greedy." you warn, lips smushed against his.

"s'my birthday, means i get what i wan’, right ? and since you're gonna keep me awake, could at the very least gimme a proper damn kiss." he says between kisses, it makes you laugh against his mouth and he smiles. when you pull away, you lean in to press a long, lasting kiss on the scar right below his eye. you can feel the way the muscles in his face drop and his arms tighten around you in surprise.

"happy birthday, katsuki. i'm glad i can spend another year with you." you whisper earnestly, looking down at him like he'd hung up the moon and the stars for you. unfortunately, it seems that was too much sincerity for your poor boyfriend. he squints, his massive palms enveloping your face to squeeze your cheeks.

"y-yeah, yeah. quit bein' sappy..." he huffs. you feel his thumb run against your bottom lip when he glances up at you, ears tinted pink as he quietly whispers out a "thanks...".

you don't need to say anymore, smiling as you lay on his chest. you hum "what do you wanna do for your birthday ?"

"stay in and fuckin' sleep." is his simple response, you can't help but snort.

"and nothing else ?" you look up at him.

he looks down at you "sounds like you got something you're hiding from me." he asks, suspiciously raising a brow.

you scoff, looking away "pffff, me ? no way..."you lie, your voice going airy.

you’re being grabbed by your cheeks in an instant and katsuki’s not deterred by your whining "you're a shit liar."

"i plead the fifth."

"plead my ass." katsuki scoffs, squishing your cheeks in his palm. "i hate being out of the loop on shit, you know that."

"would it kill you to not be a killjoy ? where's your whimsy ? your child's soul ?" you whine.

"whatever the fuck that means." katsuki snarks. you laugh again, and he rolls his eyes. "as long as whatever you got planned doesn't take up my whole damn day, then do what you want."

now it's your turn to roll your eyes "no need to worry, i won't be interfering with your plans to sleep in."

"our plans. you're not going anywhere." your boyfriend corrects.

"i have no say in it, do i ?" you tease.

he pokes your cheek. "nope. s'my birthday." he responds simply.

you laugh "you're using that as some sort of cheat code now ?"

when your laughter dies down he's still looking down at you. eyes, droopy with sleep sure, but with something soft inside of them. they glow illuminated by the light of the moon outside.

"what ?"

"nuffin." he sighs, still just looking down at you. his fingers run across your face, your cheeks and eyebrows and nose so softly, so unlike him (he of course has to take the opportunity to squeeze your nose, but you decide not to ruin the moment).

"yeah, right. c'mon what is it?" you urge. katsuki scoffs "so damn persistent." he reprimands. he shushes you when you remind him that "that's why you like me so much!"

"m'just..thinkin'."

"about..?" you wiggle higher up until you can kiss his chin. he sighs again , smiling to himself.

"about...this really annoying girl."

you glare up at him, he smirks. "oh yeah ?" you deadpan.

"oh, yeah. a real pain in the ass. always talkin' back to me and bothering me. planning surprises and other stupid things for my birthday every year. " he taunts.

you roll your eyes again "she sounds like a fun time. sounds to me like you just don't know how to have any fun." you grouch. katsuki laughs, of course he does, dickhead.

"yeah, well. as annoying as she is...she is a pretty damn fun time." he admits softly "real damn sweet too...probably too sweet for me.."

you look up at him in surprise. he squeezes your nose to avoid you and you swipe at his hand. he continues talking while you're distracted. "but i'm glad she chose to be with an asshole like me, and..." he leans down to press a peck between your brows.

"..and there's nothing else i'd like more for my birthday then to spend it with her again next year. even if we do lame, boring shit like staying in or doing whatever."

you feel your heart squeeze almost painfully tight. your cheeks pull up so hard you feel your jaw hurt, but you're so unbearably happy.

so unbearably happy you get to spend another year of his life with him.

you lean in to kiss him. "well, i don't know about her surprises, but mine's gonna blow your socks off. s'gonna make you cry like you did last year."

he scoffs, planting another kiss to your lips. "i didn't cry, dickwad. that's your mind making shit up." he denies.

"yeah, okay" you laugh, and with one final kiss you pull back to look at your love, with all the love you had for him. "happy birthday, katsuki."

and he smiles back, softly, and only reserved for moments like this with you.

yeah, it sure was. happy fuckin' birthday to him.

“i can do the alphabet in sign language!” eri chirps to you one night, tugging at the bottom of your skirt as she gazes up at you with that sparkle in her eyes she gets when she's about to show you something important.

the city hums softly outside your window. cars in the distance, someone’s dog barking, the occasional clink of a bottle hitting pavement. you’re curled on the couch with your legs tucked beneath you, fingers grazing the hem of the throw blanket, and eri’s settled close, knees bumping yours, her face lit by the soft blue flicker of the tv screen.

your mouth parts into a soft gasp, eyes going round with surprise, delight catching in your throat. “that’s so cool!” you grin, reaching for her instinctively, brushing a hand through her snowy hair. “you should show suki, he’d really like it.”

she nods, mouth stretched into a proud little beam, her arms winding around your leg in a hug, like she wants to melt into your side and stay there forever. “okay! where is he?”

you glance up, eyes flicking toward the hallway without much thought.

“i dunno,” you hum. “i think he’s getting your bedsheets.”

“i’m gonna go find him!” she cheers, letting go of you and running off without another word, small feet padding down the hallway before you can call out a reminder. to be gentle and cautious.

you sink back into the couch with a quiet wince, already imagining the startle that’s coming. katsuki doesn’t wear his hearing aids at home. he says they make him feel alienated, like he’s underwater in his own home. says he prefers the quiet, even when it means he misses footsteps behind him.

down the hall, eri’s palm skims the wall as she turns the corner.

“suki?” she calls out, forgetting he can't hear her.

she finds him with his back to the room, broad shoulders blocking the light from the closet as he reaches for the folded sheets on the top shelf.

she slowly steps over to his spot, tapping his bulgy arm and looking up at him with pride. he jumps, and almost blasts whatever it is coming near him. he knows it's not you, you make sure to knock on the wall or anything just to make yourself known before getting close to him.

it’s not dramatic, not loud, just a sharp inhale as his muscles twitch beneath his skin, the sheets nearly slipping from his hands, turning his head to look down at her in surprise.

“you scared me,” he mutters, voice low, words shaped more from breath than sound.

eri just grins up at him, undeterred. she lifts her right hand, fingers curling and tucking until they make a neat little H. katsuki raises a brow, the closet door creaking as it swings shut behind him.

immediately after, she forms an I with a soft grin

then she follows it with an I, fingers small and steady, her eyes never leaving his. her smile is proud. soft. expectant.

the moment reached him slower than it should have, but she keeps going.

her fingers move carefully, like she’s practiced this a hundred times in her room, mouthing the letters silently as she went. she starts spelling out the alphabet, grinning with pride.

by the time she gets to K, katsuki's kneeling, bringing himself to her level as he sits on his heels so they’re eye to eye. his expression softens in a way only a handful of people ever get to see.

his hand rises— not to stop her, not to fix her hands, not to take over. just to mirror her. to do it with her.

his lips are twitching, not into a smile yet, but close enough. something fond, folded under layers of gruffness and disbelief.

“you learn all that just for me?” he asks, low and rough.

eri nods, both hands flying up now, fingers tangling as she shows him N, then O, like she doesn’t want to waste time answering him out loud.

katsuki exhales like he’s been holding it in since she tapped him, then reaches forward and cups the back of her head gently, thumb brushing through her hair.

“your hair needs to be brushed." he murmurs, like he's trying to escape from the feeling inside of him. he's not even sure what it is, it just feels nice. to have her, this little girl, learn a language for him.

he reaches for the fallen sheets with a smile, a real smile. the kind that pushes up into his eyes and softens all the hard lines around his mouth.

yapper reader x listener katsuki

notes: grumpy x sunshine also. basically just yap yap yap reader and bro stfu katsuki. based on some prompt i remember seeing forever ago. deviating from my usual 'reader and katsuki childhood friends go to ua tg' bc this is such a cute idea

the field is buzzing, students from different hero schools gathering in small groups and instructors calling out over the noise generating quite the racket. there’s tension, excitement, and a bit of rivalry in the air. class 1-a stands off to the side, eyes scanning the new arrivals. bakugo stands isolated from the group with his arms crossed, mouth already in a deep scowl.

he hates group exercises. hates surprise training simulations. hates-

“katsuki!!”

and then it happens.

a blur comes flying in from the other side of the field. he hears it before he sees it, and by the time he turns his head, it’s too late. you launch yourself at him from behind, tackling him in a full-body hug that actually makes him take a step forward. his body tenses immediately, hands twitching instinctively like he might throw you off-

but he doesn’t. he would never.

“kats! kats!” you giggle, climbing halfway up his back like he’s your personal jungle gym. you hook your chin over his shoulder, big goofy grin stretching across your face as you hug him tight. “hi!!”

there’s a long pause. bakugo doesn’t move. doesn’t shout. doesn’t blow anything up. the whole world stills in suspense.

eventually, he sighs, a hint of a not-angry expression present on his face. "hi."

“uh… are we… seeing this?” kirishima says under his breath, eyes wide.

“kats, i swear, it feels like it’s been forever since i’ve seen you! i mean, seriously, how is it that we’re both doing this hero thing and still barely getting any time to hang out? it’s like the universe just hates us or something. i’ve been stuck in this crazy hellfire intensity training like all week, and it’s not even the fun kind, it’s just endless drills and lectures and like ugh ohmygod, i’m so over it. anyway, i missed you kats!! how are you? healthy? well? making friends? wait, who am i kidding. youre definitely healthy because youre like a health-conscious old man, and definitely no friends."

you’re talking so fast he doesn’t have time to respond to anything. he just stares down at you, not saying a word or moving an inch.

eventually, he reaches out, drops a heavy hand onto your head, and mutters, “shut up.”

you beam like he just handed you flowers. “there he is,” you giggle, grabbing his arm and hugging it to your chest. “so grumpy. so cute. i miiiissed you!”

he grumbles something pissy under his breath, but makes no move to pull away.

aizawa’s voice cuts through the air. “pair off.”

despite you already hanging on him, bakugo grabs you immediately. “we’re teaming up.”

“wait, what?” mina says from behind him. “you’re not gonna work with us?”

“we’re teaming up,” he snaps again, louder this time, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“but you always-”

“shut up. all of you. shut. the fuck. up.”

you’re already bouncing beside him, eyes bright. “oh my god, kats, i have so many ideas. okay, okay—what if you blow a hole in the wall and you know how i texted you last week about that new feature on my costume? i could use that to- wait! or we could climb over the roof and-”

“you talk too much,” he mutters, dragging you along gently despite his annoyed expression.

“you love it,” you sing, completely unbothered.

he doesn’t answer.

but the tiniest corner of his mouth tugs up.

masterlist

MORE BAKUGO IM LITERALLY DESPERATE ON MY KNEES FOR YOU

AFTER WORK WITH DAD!KATSUKI

synopsis — pro hero dynamight comes home from work to see his wife, 5 year old son, and his cat

word count — 1.3k

a/n — GIRL I GOTCHU HAHAHAHAH ANYWAYS THIS ONE HAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR A WHOLE LMAOO

The sun was already beginning to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the Bakugo’s household.

The lights inside were soft and cozy, the living room half littered with tiny action figures, crayon drawings taped proudly on the wall, and a small, fluffy tabby cat curled up on top of the backrest of the couch, tail flickering with mild disinterest

The front door creaked open and in stepped Pro Hero Dynamight, still in partial gear, his gauntlets off and the collar of his hero suit unzipped enough to reveal a bit of sweat-slicked skin and tension across his muscles.

Katsuki Bakugo let out a low grunt as he shut the door behind him, the exhaustion of the day still clinging to his body like the grime from battle.

But then-

“Tch.”

His nose twitched.

“Smells like curry,” he muttered, voice softer now, almost…fond.

He dropped his bag by the entrance and toed off his boots, the sound of sizzling in the kitchen pulling a small, crooked smirk on his face. He moved through the house with ease, pausing only to ruffle the cat’s head in passing.

“Oi, fuzzball,” he mumbled to the cat. “You better not be climbin’ the curtains again.”

The cat meowed lazily, entirely unbothered.

In the kitchen, you stood barefoot in pajama pants and an oversized tee, humming quietly while stirring the curry pot. Katsuki leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with a blank look.

“How long have you been home?” he asked in a rough voice around the edges,

You turned with a smile that made something in his chest ease immediately. “Just an hour ago. How was work?”

“Annoying,” he muttered. “Dumbass villain tried to rob a candy store. A candy store.”

You snorted and turned off the stove. “That poor candy shop owner,” you teased. “Imagine getting screamed at by Dynamight over some stolen lollipops.”

“Damn right,” he smirked, walking over and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. “Smelled this shit halfway down the block.”

He paused. “Miss you,” he said in a quieter tone.

Your hand came up to run through his messy, ash-blond hair. “You always say that when you’re hungry.”

“Both kinds,” he muttered against your skin, lips brushing lightly over your shoulder.

Just as things were about to turn a little steamier–

“MOM!”

Katsuki groaned and pulled away, already scowling.

The tiny stampede of footsteps echoed down the hallway before your five-year-old burst into the kitchen like a one-man army. Tousled blond hair that matched his father’s, wide crimson eyes full of fire, and the same scowl permanently etched into his chubby face.

“Mama! Guess what happened at school today!” he shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the living room with more strength than a toddler should have.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” you laughed, shooting Katsuki an apologetic look as you followed. “What happened?”

“I punched Daichi ‘cause he said cats are stupid!”

“Oi—what?!” Katsuki stomped in. “What the hell kinda dumbass logic is that?! You can’t just go punchin’ kids, brat!”

“He started it!” the boy huffed, arms crossed, looking so much like his father you could barely keep a straight face. “He said ‘only girls like cats’ and that boys should like dogs!”

“That's stupid,” you said calmly, kneeling down to ruffle your son’s hair. “But next time, use your words, not your fists.”

“He did use his words, right before he decked the other kid,” Katsuki grumbled, arms folded, glaring at the tiny version of himself.

“’Cause words are slow,” your son shot back.

“You little—!”

The cat chose this moment to leap up onto the arm of the couch and meow loudly, effectively ending the argument. Your son turned and gently picked her up, his tiny face softening instantly.

“Mama, look! Neko-chan missed me.”

Katsuki muttered under his breath, “I bet she was hoping’ for peace and quiet.”

You watched with a fond smile as your son began talking to you about everything he did at school, from painting to snack time to how he could totally climb the jungle gym without help now. All the while, Katsuki stood off to the side, getting progressively more annoyed that his wife was being hogged.

At one point, he leaned in toward you, trying to slide an arm around your waist.

Your son slapped his hand away. “No! I’m telling Mama something important.”

Katsuki gritted his teeth. “She’s my damn wife, you little shit.”

“She’s my Mama!”

“She was mine first-”

“Go shower, Dynamight,” you said calmly, not looking up from the story your son was weaving. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Tch. Fine.” Katsuki turned to leave, growling low, “It’s like talking’ to a wall.”

“Love you too, babe.”

He paused and looked over his shoulder. You caught the faint pink dusting his ears before he disappeared down the hall.

-

Later that evening, the house was quieter.

Your son had finally settled in his room, already snoring softly with the cat curled up by his feet. His little lamp glowed with a soft orange hue, illuminating the scribbled drawings of you, Katsuki, and him all holding hands under a wonky sun.

In the master bedroom, you were curled up against the headboard, book in hand, glasses perched on your nose. The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Katsuki stepped out, a towel draped around his shoulders, steam rolling off his skin.

He ran a hand through his damp hair and padded barefoot over to the bed, crawling in beside you in just a pair of low-slung sweatpants. The scent of your shampoo from earlier was still on his skin.

“Kid asleep?”

“Out cold,” you said, flipping a page. “I think he wore himself out arguing with you.”

“Good.”

He reached over and gently tugged the book from your hands, closing it with one hand and tossing it to the nightstand.

“Hey—”

“You had your moment. Now it’s mine.”

You didn’t protest when he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck again, this time with a little sigh that told you exactly how much he’d needed this.

“Don’t say it,” you murmured with a smile.

“Say what?”

“That you missed me.”

“I wasn’t gonna say it,” he grumbled. “I was just gonna touch you a little.”

You giggled and tilted your head back so you could look at him. “Touch me, huh?”

He leaned in and kissed you, soft and slow. None of the fire and explosions the world knew him for. Just warmth. Home. Familiarity.

“You’re the only fuckin’ thing that makes the noise go quiet, y’know?” he said lowly, thumb stroking your cheek.

You reached up and brushed his damp bangs from his forehead. “And you’re the only one who puts up with our mini you throwing tantrums.”

“He gets the yelling from you.”

“Tch.”

There was a moment of silence. His hand slipped beneath your shirt, resting on the curve of your waist, nothing lewd, just comfort. You both lay there, the sound of your son’s faint snores carrying through the baby monitor and the occasional thump of the cat exploring the hallway.

“Still think we’re doing’ okay?” you asked quietly.

Katsuki’s voice was firm. “No one’s got what we’ve got.”

You nodded.

The cat slipped into your room then, hopping up at the foot of the bed and curling into a warm little ball. Katsuki looked down at her and muttered, “Traitor.”

You laughed, rolling into him. “Face it. Everyone loves me the most.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“You’re lucky I love you even when you say dumb shit like that.”

You kissed his jaw and whispered, “Love you too, Kats.”

And for the first time that day, Katsuki Bakugo truly relaxed—wrapped up in his two favorite people, a sassy cat, and the one place that felt like peace.

Home.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 🍰₊ little wish

katsuki bakugou is a notoriously light sleeper. he also goes to bed relatively early, and tonight is no exception. 

you’re kind of banking on the former when you shift in bed to face him, a little after midnight. 

his eyes flutter open, brow creasing when your fingers gently trace the line of his jaw. 

your smile is almost enough to ward away the post-waking grumpiness. 

“happy birthday, kacchan.” 

he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. “it’s late, what’re ya doing?”

“how does it feel to have completed another year of being a top hero, smokin’ hot public figure, world-class chef, weirdly inspiring personal motivator, frontliner in the sassy man apocalypse, aaand my favorite person in the whole world?”

“feels like i wanna go back to bed,” he grumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“fair,” you giggle softly, his nose tickling your collarbone. “any regrets?”

he huffs, breath warm against hour skin. “tch. not w’you.”

“good,” you hum, hands carding through his hair. “special wishes?”

“besides more sleep?”

“besides more sleep,” you agree, huffing out a little laugh. 

he pretends to think about it, voice muffled into your neck. his lips brush your skin when he speaks. “nothin’ special. just you.”

you beam into the dark, squeezing your arms around him. 

“and thai for dinner. the spicy kind. maybe cheesecake for dessert.”

“done and done.”

it’s quiet for a moment, nothing but the faint street noises and your mixed breathing filling the room. you think he’s fallen back asleep until he speaks in a low murmur. 

“‘m really your favorite?”

“in the whole damn world.”

“hmph. good. now let’s go back to bed.”

“whatever the birthday boy wants.”

pngs and icon not mine, dividers by @/saradika-graphics — i could proofread this but im not going to. silly thing to say happy birthday to The weirdo ever!! love and goodnight <33

Hihi!!! I hope you’re having a good day ! I was wondering if you could please do friends to lovers texts with Bakugou and a weird, energetic reader? i really hope im doing this the right way lol and if im not im really sorry!! TvT

bite first | k. bakugo

you're the weirdest part of his routine, and lately, his favorite.

husband!katsuki who has his sweet moments, not very often, but he has them.

‘do you know how pretty you are?’ Katsuki sighs as you’re laying on his chest one night, almost asleep

‘you tell me.. sometimes’ you say, his fingers intertwine in your hair ‘maybe I should tell you more’

‘you’re being nice, what going on’ you tease as he scoffs ‘you’re my wife, dumbass. I have to be nice to you’

‘there’s the man i married’

Begging for a Katsuki and Eijiro version of them being teased

I’m so in love with your writing omfg

katsuki getting frustrated with your teasing

katsuki was insanely sensitive to touch, always noticing even when you slightly brushed by him. however, he would always pull you back, expecting a kiss or some more affection before he let you go.

because of his sensitivity, you decided to tease him more. it couldn’t hurt, right? surely it wouldn’t do so much to him, after all, it would be a harmless joke.

so when you began to slowly run your hands down his back or chest, he would feel so much, your fingers grazing over his scars and through his clothes. he could hardly help himself, and when he was in the hallways of UA, or walking down the streets on patrol, he would still feel your hands all over his body. he blamed you for how he suddenly turned touch-deprived.

of course, katsuki wouldn’t admit his yearning to anyone but you. he missed your touch at all times, trying to imitate your hands with his own, rough ones, whether it was placing his hand on his chest like how you would, or running down his hand up and down his bicep.

but it never felt like you, and he needed your touch. he didn’t care what you did or how you did it, but he needed you, needed to feel you.

something was off. you always placed teasing touches on him, especially when his friends were around. were you trying to catch him off guard? were you just trying to embarrass him, show his friends how he really was around you?

so when you finally sat yourself on his lap, straddling his thick thighs, he nearly lost it. you ran your hands down his scarred and muscular chest, placing teasing kisses on his neck. you were driving him insane with how you were touching him, and you even knew how sensitive he was, how every touch affected him so much.

once you ran your hand down his stomach, katsuki shuddered and grabbed your wrist, “the fuck are you doing?”

you mumbled, “‘m not doing anything, kats,” and continued with your small and gentle touches.

“mm, stop—“ he muttered, trying to bite down the soft sighs that came out of his mouth, feeling too comfortable around you.

you pulled away, knowing it wasn’t what he really wanted, causing a string of curses to leave his mouth. he gently shoved your head back into his neck, begging for more kisses. he grunted once you didn’t continue, and you let out a small chuckle.

eventually, you kissed katsuki’s neck and jawline, hands sitting on his shoulders, and his hands on your hips. he mumbled, “you damn tease,” and softly laughed, rubbing your back up and down.

if only you knew how much your affect on him stretched.

i’m so glad you love my writing, i genuinely appreciate it so much. i’ll make a separate writing for eijiro being teased :)

𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍

pairing: deaf!katsuki x gn!reader

warning: collage au, swearing, softsuki, pure fluff, all words italicized are meant to be spoken in sign language

notes: this might be my fave thing ive written so far

632 | Bakugou’s never needed words to tell you how he feels. The only problem?You never understand what he’s been saying.

Bakugou signs alot.

At first, you thought it was just muscle memory, like how someone might talk to themselves under their breath. He’d move his hands with sharp, purposeful flicks, his fingers quick and angry, like he was arguing with the air.

But he always signed to you.

You noticed it when he’d glance your way mid-conversation, hands spelling out something with too much intention for it to be coincident. You didn’t understand a word, of course, and he never explained himself. He’d roll his eyes or scoff when you asked. Saying something like figure it out if you’re so interested, but even with his dismissal— he kept doing it.

When he was annoyed with you, his fingers moved fast.

On the rare chance you made him chuckle, he’d sign something slow and subtle, hidden behind his dumb smirk and eye roll.

When he looked at you too long, he’d blink, sign, and look away.

It wasn’t until weeks later, when you finally decided to take a crash course in ASL at your campus library that the words finally started to come together.

“Thanks for saving my seat,” you said softly, placing your bag down beside him. He hums, nodding, red eyes never leaving your own and it’s enough to make your face heat. You’d always thought Bakugou was good looking, but for the longest time, you kept your distance. That is, until he showed up to the lecture one day reading one of your favorite books, and something about that felt like an opening. Since then, sitting next to him became a habit you looked forward to more than you’d admit.

Your other friends liked to joke that you’d worn him down. That you annoyed him into a friendship.

But every time you walked in and found his bag already nudged off the chair beside him, saving the seat just for you, it felt like the smallest kind of miracle.

He never said much about it. Never made a show of saving your space, but he did it every time.

Bakugou shrugged, his hands move fast. You look… tired?

You blinked. “Wait, I— did you say I looked tired?”

He froze. His brows furrow, eyes narrowed. A tiny break in the confidence that was so Bakugou it practically had its own gravitational pull.

“What the fuck," you heard him mumble. It makes you laugh.

He’s quick to sign again. You understood that?

You bit your lip, suppressing a grin. “A little. I’ve been uh—“ You cut yourself off, your own hands coming forward. Learning.

Bakugou scowled, but his ears were tinged red. He signs again, how? you stalking me now?

“No,” you said, laughing. “I took some classes in the library. Besides you're the one who’s been talking at me this whole time. I finally decided to catch up.”

His hands lifted. It is then that the piece start clicking. If you had learned what he was saying than that means... his eyes narrowed.

What else have you seen?

You pause. Beautiful, he had signed once. You’re beautiful.

Another time: I like your laugh. It sounds like wind chimes. The words 'Wind chimes' was a hard one to figure out for sure.

Once: I wish I could kiss you without making things weird.

You shook your head gently. “Beautiful a couple times... but that's all I remember."

Bakugou exhaled sharply. That's all you remembered!? He's going to fucking explode, dear god. He can feel the heat traveling down his neck. His fingers twitched like he wanted to deny it, like he wanted to scream just to redirect the attention.

Instead, he groaned. Looking away before signing something slowly— hands pausing just enough to make sure you’d catch it.

I can help you remember the rest.

You smiled. Yes. I'd love that

Bakugo was lying in bed, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows over his features as he tried to get through a book. You had been trying to get the blondes attention for a while now, but he was completely absorbed in whatever he was reading. You were getting restless, and a little needy.

Without much thought, you crawled over and sat down on his lap, making sure to get as comfortable as possible. He didn’t even glance up immediately, but you could feel his eyes shift toward you when he adjusted his glasses—his eyesight had gotten worse in his twenties, and he needed those glasses more often now.

He finally glanced over the top of the book, red eyes narrowing slightly beneath the glasses. “Yes?”

“Can I feel your boobs, Katsu?” you asked sweetly.

He sighed, long and exasperated, his red eyes already drifting back to the book. “No.”

You pouted instantly, sinking your weight against his chest and letting out a theatrical sigh. “Pleaseeeee?”

Another sigh. More annoyed this time. “Fine,” he muttered, “but only if you don’t call ‘em boobs.”

You grinned, knowing damn well you weren’t done pushing his buttons. “Katsuki, can I feel your titts?”

That got a reaction. His head snapped toward you, brows furrowing in horror. “That’s so much worse than ‘boobs.’ What the fuck is wrong with you? No.”

You rolled your eyes, undeterred, and decided to go full drama. “Good evening, good sir,” you said, voice exaggeratedly polite. “Would you be so kind as to let me feel your glorious pecs?”

That actually made him snort. You caught the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk before he gave up entirely and set the book down on the nightstand.

“I swear to god…” he muttered, shaking his head as he leaned back against the headboard. “You’re such a damn weirdo.”

But he didn’t stop you.

Your hands were on him instantly, slipping up under his shirt. You trailed over the defined lines of his abs before dragging your palms up to his chest. The moment you made contact, you let out a goofy, perverted little giggle, fingers squeezing gently.

“Perv,” he grumbled, letting his head fall back with a sigh.

“You love it,” you said, all smug and cozy as you made yourself at home.

He didn’t deny it.

you taught me a secret language i can't speak with anyone else

bakugo x reader

Something that should've annoyed him when you guys were friends instead pulled him closer to you.

Your talkative nature and ability to make a small idea turn into a ted talk was something he admired about you.

From talking to him about how awful your day was at school, to how you saw a squirrel give another squirrel a nut on your way home. It brought him a certain type of comfort he didn't know he needed.

He appreciated the way you knew when to speak.

Never in the middle of a lesson, or when someone else was talking. He especially enjoyed the little sparkle in your eyes when you looked to him with something you wanted to talk to him about later.

Once the person finished talking, you'd pull Bakugo away to go on your tangents.

As the two of you ate lunch together, his gaze locked on your face as he enjoyed his lunch. Watching as you spoke, his lips almost quirking into a smile as you raised your hand to cover your lips as you chewed your food. Making sure to be courteous when talking and eating, even if it was in front of your boyfriend.

Your eyebrows pinching in a confused expression as you asked him what he was looking at, your mouth still covered by your delicate hand.

Bakugo just shook his head as he told you to continue talking. Watching as you shrugged your shoulders and finally put your hand down to freely speak.

He knew all your little mannerisms, some you probably didn't even know you did.

Late after school, the both of you sitting together in his dorm room after eating dinner, his eyes locked on his laptop as he finished the last assignment of the week.

You knew he was busy and couldn't contribute much to the conversation so you didn't mind his lack of response, the short "mhm" and "oh yeah" being enough to satisfy you.

But as your story came to an end and your voice trickled to a stop, you sat in what you thought was an awkward silence.

Bakugo knew you loved talking, but you also did that to fill the empty silence. Your mind turning anxious as the quietness let your thoughts run free, your mind starting to get overwhelmed.

He saw your small quirks out of the corner of his eye, the way you fidgeted with your hands, twisting your fingers as your eyes darted around his room to look preoccupied, your brain trying to come up with something else to say.

As his fingers stopped typing, the clicking stopped leaving the two of you in dead silence. Making your mind race even more as you tried to come up with something to say fast.

Your chest started moving faster as your breathing quickened, your anxiety piling up as you tried to think of anything to say.

Something touching your hand snapped you out of your thoughts. The feeling of his warm hand connecting with yours in a soft grip as he typed with the other.

"What was that thing you were going to tell me about earlier?"

Your hand unconsciously tightened around his, "What? I thought I finished telling you everything," you said confused.

"You said you had news about your friend's boyfriend issues." Bakugo said nonchalantly, acting like he wasn't trying to soothe your overworking mind.

He watched as you looked deep in thought, your head scrambling as you looked through your memories. Before your eyes brightened and your smile got wider as you remembered.

Your voice breaking the silence and filling his ears with your recollection of earlier events.

He might've helped your anxiousness because he was being a good boyfriend, or maybe he just enjoyed the sound of your voice.

— katsuki bakugou ⋮ 03 / 16 / 25. ❝ 𝓗𝑨𝑷𝑷𝒀 𝓑𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 ❞

content warnings ⨾ soft!pro-hero!katsuki bakugou. happy (early) birthday katsuki !! profanity. bad days. kirishima mentioned. gn!reader - no pronouns, but reader is wearing a dress. not proof-read. word count ⨾ .6K ❪ 619 ❫

“you look pretty. gettin’ all dressed up for something?”

you meet katsuki’s eyes in the mirror. he stands in the doorway, leaned against the door frame with a smile on his face. your eyes drift and you realize he’s still wearing his costume. with furrowed brows, you turn to him and tilt your head. “katsuki,” you whine, throwing your hands into your lap. “you’re still in your gross hero stuff. we’re supposed to leave in twenty minutes! how are you meant to shower and do your hair and find an outfit and-“

he makes it to where you’re sitting in two and a half strides, his boots leaving mud tracks as he walks through the bedroom. he cuts you off with a chaste kiss, his gloves rough against your otherwise soft face. he leans back and smiles softly. “i’ll be quick, don’t worry. we’ll make it on time, baby.” when you pout, he laughs. “just wanted to see you for a sec. had a shitty day.”

your brows unfurl and you frown. “poor baby,” you coo, cupping his cheek, disregarding the ash smudged on his face. “do you want to talk about it? i can reschedule the dinner for a later reservation.”

“nah.” he shakes his head, but sighs and sits down on the edge of the bed. you bite your tongue, reminding yourself that you can just wash the sheets later rather than berate him about it now. “just a lot of running around. shittyhair got thrown into a fucking building.” he laughs and drags a hand down his face. “so much for a happy birthday right?”

“i told you you should’ve taken the day off,” you sigh out, raising your brows and turning back to the mirror.

“criminals don’t take days off.” it’s quiet, a stark contrast to his usual intensity. you look at him through the mirror and bite the inside of your cheek. he looks so . . . defeated.

“katsuki,” you mumble, turning back around with another frown. you stand and walk over to him, standing in between his legs. “we don’t have to go tonight. we can stay in and watch a movie. it’s your birthday, y’know. we can go out some other time.”

he looks up at you and sighs. you take this time to look at him—really look at him. his boyish features from high school are long gone; chubby cheeks replaced by a sharp jawline, eyebags replaced by crows feet, the same freckles scattered across his cheeks.

he wraps his arms around you in a hug and presses his face into your stomach. you don’t mention how he bought you this dress and how the ash is most definitely going to stain it.

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he mumbles into the fabric, pressing into you harder. you feel your expression soften and you put your arms around his shoulders, squeezing three times—a special way to say i love you. “i don’t know what i would be without you.”

“you’d still be an amazing pro,” you say softly. “maybe a little lost—a little skinny, too.” he laughs and you smile. “but still an amazing, hardworking, kind, determined, helpful, loving pro-hero.”

he hums and for a long moment—maybe five minutes—you two stay like that, silent. the only noise is the AC running through the vents, and the washing machine. eventually, he leans back, keeping his hands on your hips.

“i love you.” he doesn’t say it often, choosing to express it in other ways, but when he does, it’s the best part of your day.

you lean down to press your lips against his, soft and full of meaning. “i love you too, kats. more than you will ever know.”

Birthday dumps

BestFriend!K. Bakugou

𖦹*ੈ‧ 𓇼 ₊˚𓆝 When you’re at that point of your birthday everything seems to be against you, your best friend isn’t

A/n: Started making this during MY birthday dumps lol (Photos may look funky bcs I'm doing this on my Ipad!) || Masterlist

You never meant to be such a Debby downer, especially on your own birthday. But sometimes it couldn't be helped. It felt like a lot of pressure, and maybe a time to grieve the age you left, to grieve what could have been, rather than to celebrate what was to come. You know that its backwards thinking, but it was rooted into you.

It was wrong to lash out on him. You knew that. But to be fair, it was humiliating that everyone seemed to have forgotten it was your birthday. And even worse when they saw your stories but didn't even reply to it or like it wishing you a happy birthday. It hurt.

You couldn't help but scream internally at the pet name as you chucked your phone away from you. You were running purely on fumes and adrenaline... but maybe, just maybe, this birthday wouldn't be like the rest.

iwaizumi loves a smart girl who yaps!! doesn’t matter what major/job field you’re in, the second you open your mouth he is LOCKED in, ready to marvel at the string of information that flows out of your mouth

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“we should get dressed,” you whisper.

the bathroom is sat in comfort silence with the exemption of the shower’s remaining water droplets falling onto the floor of the tub.

percy’s thumb soothing,y rubs over your knuckles so softly you could’ve started crying. the towel wrapped around your frame grows damp with the water from your skin seeping through it. the bath rug you sit on grows awfully wet as well and you know it’ll take hours to dry.

you sigh and squeeze his hand.

“five minutes.”

“three.”

“four and a half.”

“four exactly.”

“deal.”

you didn’t want to get up that much anyways. the bathroom floor is oddly comforting alongside percy’s presence.

“I want ice cream, percy.”

he kisses your palm and begins over each finger. “I’ll get you some. what flavour?”

“I can get it myself.”

“I know you can, sweet girl, but I like doing things for you. so tell me what flavours you want.”

you inhale. “the s’mores one... with oreo. pretty please. I love you.”

percy smiles and reaches over to kiss your nose. “I love you, too, sweet girl.”

with a last breath, he stands, towel nearly falling from his hips in the process. you don’t try to be discreet as your eyes linger. he tugs you up, snapping you from your trance and you walk back into the cabin room.

“sit,” percy instructs.

you obey and sit on the edge of the bed. he goes through the drawers of his dresser, unfortunately picking out real clothes for himself to go to the kitchens, but throwing your blue panties back to you.

you slip them on and he takes your towel and his own, placing them in the laundry basket. when he returns, you’re happily curled up within blankets.

“you have ten minutes.”

“until…?”

you roll your eyes like the answer is obvious. “to get in this bed with me.”

the quickest ten minutes of his life, he’s sure— rushing to the kitchens and back, he makes it with thirty seconds left and a very enticing award from you.

now playing: nonsense, sabrina carpenter

0:20 ─ㅇ───── 2:44

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  you said you like my eyes and you like to make em roll ! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

percy jackson x browneyed!reader

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percy looms over you, his eyes flickering over your features. there’s an uncommon silence settled between you as he toys with a strand of your hair. his other hand is occupied by clutching yours, and your hands rest atop your bed, tangled together.

“i love your eyes,” he says finally, to which you roll them.

“you tell me that a lot,” you remind him, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles where your hands lay conjoined against the sheets.

percy laughs, and a wave of comforting warmth passes through you.

“well, i mean it. so there.”

you scoff.

“that’s not a good argument-“ 

but before you can finish your sentence, he’s leaning up to kiss your forehead, and you don’t protest.

after a considerable moment, you speak up again. “i don’t get why you love them so much.”

“what? your eyes?” percy tilts his head. you nod yours.

“they’re boring. just..brown,” you say with distaste.

“you’re kidding. they’re *beautiful,* have you seen them in the sun? they literally turn, like, orange and gold and pretty. How could you not admire that?” he rambles on, flashing you a smirk when he’s done.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“i’d like to call it ‘being right’, but ridiculous works fine, too.”

you roll your eyes again, and percy grins. you could swear his grip on your hand gets just a touch tighter.

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aaa hi im sorry i dont write often so my apologies if this is repulsive or ooc💔 i just love my silly boy and i couldnt get this idea out of my head!!

011925. cw | slightly suggestive (?) i hate him (affectionate)

if tsukishima kei learns the full extent of you losing your mind over the minuscule of things with everything he does,

babe, you’re done for.

if he learns that removing his glasses while kissing you makes your stomach do saumersaults, or when he fixes your clothes casually; smoothing down your skirt or adjusting your shirt, hand on your waist. or when he cups your face and squeezes both of your cheeks together, when it shows that he loves the physical touch in ways that feel crude if you say it aloud. in ways that no one else can speak about, makes you so mushy with him. to the point that it makes you sick, head throbbing.

if he learns that you find his jealousy kind of attractive, all cutting and ruthless, snappy. that you're totally not weak in the knees. if he learns that whenever he leans in whenever you speak is the cause of why you feel flustered, when he hums softly in question, tilting his head, or when he just hook you in his arms to get closer.

god. he will take absolute pleasure in pushing those buttons even more—actually, he’d press them with the precision of someone who knows exactly how far he can go to leave you reeling, all while pretending it’s no big deal.

and this is exactly what happens, as expected, but no less frustrated.

when he realizes how much removing his glasses during a kiss messes you up, he’d start doing it slow and methodical, taking his time to set them aside while giving you that piercing look, like he knows exactly what’s coming next. “what, nervous?” he’d ask, leaning in just a fraction, his tone laced with mockery, but his lips soft when they finally meet yours.

those casual touches? forget it. his hands—though he would ask first—roam your body and let them linger around your waist dangerously longer than necessary, you're not making it up now, you know you feel the slight squeezes his does on your skin, letting his fingers graze, just enough to send shivers down your spine.

when he holds your face in one hand, there’s something about how his thumb lingers near your jawline or how he leans in just a little too close. it’s playful, sure, but there’s a tenderness beneath it that leaves you spinning. because he knows. he knows all too well.

it's game over when he finally does this—one arm braced above your head, his whole figure towering over you, casting a shadow which makes him look ten times more insufferable. you cannot breathe.

his lips hover just shy of yours, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath. “do i really make you that nervous?”

"fuck off."

"really? that’s all you’ve got? how original.”

“kei, i swear to—” you start, but the words catch in your throat as his thumb brushes the curve of your jaw, the touch barely there but devastating all the same.

“what? gonna tell me to stop?” the glint in his eyes turns playful, pupils dilated, “you’re all talk, aren’t you?”

your hands twitch at your sides, torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer. “i hate you,” you hiss, but it lacks any real bite.

“sure you do,” he says, his tone dripping with mockery, and then—because of course he does—he closes the infinitesimal gap between you, his lips brushing against yours with infuriating slowness.

he kisses you chastely. it feels so wrong with how he already built so much tension. that this all just a stupid game he can easily control.

there’s a distinct edge of smugness to it, like he’s savoring every second of your undoing. when he pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, the smirk is still there, lingering at the corners of his mouth.

“still want me to fuck off?” he asks, though he already knows the answer to it.

you can only scoff and roughly smack your lips against his in a solid, and very straightforward reply. your heart pounding so loudly it drowns out everything else.

he relents to you just as easily, this is why he simply can't get enough of you.

my stupid writers block is not making me write properly for the hershey’s kisses mini series so i had to pull this stupid drabble outta my sick ass (coughing loudly as we speak)

“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.

it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.

“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.

“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”

you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.

you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.

like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.

“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”

kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”

or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.

“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”

your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.

yeah, you totally did that.

or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.

“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”

tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”

you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.

“...huh?”

“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.

“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”

“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”

BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”

@kokokoula this one’s for u <3

Using the school computer for fun rather than for studying

can you PLEASE do a husband!katsuki reacting to the reader and his son being disrespectful or and rude to the reader, maybe even pushing her lightly?

Have some respect

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You weren’t expecting it.

Just a quick push—little hands on your side, frustration bursting out of him before he even thought it through.

You stumbled back half a step, more shocked than anything.

“Hey!” you snapped. “That is not okay. We don’t push people.”

Your son glared up at you, seven years old and already way too good at attitude.

“You always ruin everything!” he shouted. “I don’t care! I hate you!”

Your mouth opened, stunned—but before you could get a word out—

“The hell did you just say?”

The hallway went quiet. Katsuki’s voice cut through like a knife.

Your son turned slowly, already regretting it. Katsuki stood in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw locked, eyes narrowed.

He walked in, calm but tight, every step deliberate. “Try saying that again.”

The boy’s lips trembled. “I didn’t mean it…”

“You shoved her,” Katsuki said. “And then said that? You think that’s okay?”

“No…”

“Then why’d you do it?”

“I was just mad!”

“You’re gonna get mad,” Katsuki said, crouching down to his level. “That’s normal. But if you think throwing your hands or saying crap like that gets you what you want—you’ve got it all backwards.”

He pointed toward you without breaking eye contact. “You don’t ever talk to your mom like that. You don’t touch her. You don’t yell at her. I don’t care if you’re angry or tired or whatever—you don’t cross that line.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt her…”

“You still did,” Katsuki said, standing up again. “Now go to your room. We’ll talk more when you’ve calmed down.”

The kid looked between the two of you, tears threatening, then turned and ran off down the hall. The door clicked shut.

You exhaled slowly, rubbing your temples. “That was... intense.”

Katsuki sighed, ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Well. He’s not gonna grow up thinking that crap’s normal.”

You nodded. “He’s never acted like that before.”

“He’s testing limits.” Katsuki looked at you, jaw still tense. “Just gotta make sure he knows where the line is.”

He moved closer, eyes on yours now. “You okay?”

You gave him a tired smile. “Fine. Just didn’t expect him to go full tiny Bakugou on me.”

That earned the smallest smirk from him. “Yeah, that’s on me.”

He rested a hand on your back, grounding you. “You don’t ever let him treat you like that. No matter how little he is. He needs to know who the hell he’s talking to.”

You leaned into his side. “Thanks for backing me up.”

“Always,” he muttered. “No one messes with my girl. Not even my own damn kid.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Smile, Bakugou!.𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. Fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

⤿ yn convinces bakugou to do the Kim Seon Ho wink and smile tiktok trend in a suit.

You weren’t sure how you managed it, but somehow, somehow, you convinced Bakugou Katsuki to do the most impossible thing in the world.

Smile.

In a suit.

On TikTok.

Like Kim Seon Ho.

The setup had been masterful on your end. first, showing him the trend casually on your phone. “Look at this guy. See that wink? That little smirk? That’s the energy.”

He scoffed, arms crossed. “What the hell is this cheesy crap?”

“That cheesy crap has over 2 million likes,” you grinned. “Plus, you’d kill this. Bonus points if you wear a suit.”

He rolled his eyes. “Tch. I don’t do stupid trends.”

But a few days later, you caught him adjusting his collar in front of the mirror.

Now here you both were, in your room with your phone propped up on a makeshift tripod. He was in a sleek black suit, hair spiked up as usual but just a bit more controlled. The lighting was perfect. The music was cued. And you were absolutely buzzing with excitement behind the camera.

“Alright, Bakugou,” you said with a teasing grin, “you walk in like you’re late to a meeting but hot enough to get away with it. Then stop, wink, and give me that cheeky Kim Seon Ho smile. Got it?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“You agreed, remember? Now go before I start recording your practice takes.”

He groaned, muttering something like “Damn nerds and their stupid trends,” before taking his position. You pressed record.

The music played.

He strutted in like he owned the whole damn building.

The wink? Sharp.

The smirk? Dangerous.

The energy? Cheeky, cocky, and dare you say, perfect.

You were speechless for a second.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

You squealed. “BAKUGOU YOU JUST BROKE THE INTERNET.”

You immediately hit post, not even letting him argue. “This is gonna go viral in, like, ten seconds.”

He snorted, loosening his tie. “Tch. Whatever. Don’t expect me to do any of that dumb trend crap again.”

But when you left the room and came back later, you definitely caught him checking the comments.

And maybe even just for a second smiling at the top one that read:

“Who is this man and why is he hotter than Kim Seon Ho???”

© jxwl4k 2025

hi im back to gush abt my big ol’ men…

idk but iwaizumi/ushijima would TOTALLY be the type to wake up before you, go to the gym or go on a run, and then gently wake you upJSJSJIAIFF

he would wake up way before you , he tried bribing you to go to the gym with him in the morning but ofc you kept refusing. that was fine by him tho, he’d wake up without an alarm as to not bother you, then try to slip his big ol’ arms from under and around you without waking you up because he just got so used to hugging you tight at night to prevent you from moving away from him, then he’d press a small kiss on your forehead , taking a second to admire how peaceful you looked sleeping, unbothered , dreaming about god knows what. your boyfriend always tried his best to be back before you woke up , only taking about an hour or so before he’s in your shared kitchen cooking something nice and healthy for you to start up your day with. “good morning angel…” he pressed a small kiss on your forehead as you stretched in bed, the smell of breakfast waking you up as he pushed a strand away from your face “let’s get you to the kitchen before the food gets cold.” he would carry you you there because he just loves to carry his lil angel around.

Percy is just lil guy, chat (literally one of the strongest demigods out there)

・゜(。┰ω┰。).・゜

Pregnancy: Iwaizumi

The second the double doors of the weight room open, it’s like you’ve stepped into a different universe—a world of metal clanks, low grunts, chalk-dusted air, and the constant thud of iron plates hitting the floor. And now, slicing clean through that rhythmic storm of testosterone and hyper-focus, is you: very pregnant, slightly annoyed, and holding the wallet your husband managed to leave behind on the kitchen counter this morning. You didn’t think twice about walking the ten minutes over from your place. It’s not like you hiked a mountain—you waddled across pavement in sneakers. But by the way the entire Olympic volleyball team turns toward you in unison, you might as well be carrying a live grenade instead of a baby.

“WOAHHH—LOOK OUT! Civilian on the floor!” Bokuto’s voice booms across the room, sweaty hair sticking up, arms mid-air like you’d broken the rules of gravity just by showing up.

Atsumu, flat on a bench press with Kageyama spotting him, twists his head far too dramatically toward you and lets out a long, low whistle. “Ain’t no civilian, Bo. That’s Iwaizumi’s wife. And she’s lookin’ like she’s about to drop that baby right here in front of the dumbbells.”

You don’t even get the chance to sigh before you spot him—Hajime, towel around his neck, clipboard tucked under one arm, halfway through barking cues at someone doing squats. His head snaps toward you the second he hears Bokuto’s yell, and his entire body goes rigid. The clipboard hits the bench with a clatter. The towel is forgotten. His mouth moves, but there’s no time for words—he’s already weaving through machines and teammates, practically charging toward you like the floor itself might crumble under your feet.

“You walked here? Alone?” he demands as soon as he’s within a few feet, eyes scanning you from head to toe like he’s checking for bruises.

“I’m not made of paper, Hajime. I walked from the apartment. Not across a battlefield.” You hold the wallet up between two fingers, giving him a pointed look. “You left this on the counter, by the way.”

He takes it, but barely spares it a glance. His attention is completely on you—his wife, his very-pregnant-wife, standing in the middle of the Olympic team’s weight room surrounded by free weights, kettlebells, unstable mats, and volleyball players who think balance training on BOSU balls is a personality trait.

“This place isn’t safe for you,” he mutters under his breath, eyes narrowing at a barbell someone just let crash onto the floor nearby. “You shouldn’t be around this equipment. There’s too many ways you could trip, or get knocked, or—hell—slip on a chalk patch.”

You raise your eyebrows and gesture around you. “I am standing still, Hajime. On flat ground. Wearing shoes. Holding a wallet. This is not a life-threatening activity.”

His lips flatten into a tight line. “You’re thirty-eight weeks. You should be sitting, preferably somewhere padded, with a bottle of water and a snack within reach.”

You blink. “Are you reading off a checklist right now?”

He doesn’t answer.

At that moment, Komori jogs up with his usual bounce, sweat still gleaming on his forehead and a towel slung haphazardly over his shoulder. “Wait—this is your wife? The one we keep hearing about?”

“He doesn’t talk about her,” Kiryu calls from the dumbbell rack, not even bothering to look up. “He says stuff like ‘my wife made soup’ and ‘my wife needs pickles.’ That’s it. That’s all we get.”

You offer a small, amused smile and rest both hands on your stomach. “Hi. Yes. I’m Soup-and-Pickles. Thirty-eight weeks along. Full of baby. And apparently one bad step away from being put in a medically induced nap.”

There’s a chorus of laughter, though it’s mixed with soft whistles of awe as more of the team gravitates toward you. Aran strolls over with a light smile, while Hinata’s practically vibrating behind him.

“You really came all the way here?” Aran asks.

“It’s ten minutes from home,” you reply, shooting a glance up at your husband who still looks like he’s trying to map the safest escape route out of the gym for you. “I’m pregnant, not cursed.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Iwaizumi mutters. “You’re standing next to iron weights in Converse. That’s a hostile environment.”

You roll your eyes, adjusting the strap on your bag. “They’re high-tops. Extra support.”

Before he can scold you further, Hinata suddenly leans forward with stars in his eyes. “Is the baby kicking?”

“Oh yeah,” you nod, hand moving instinctively to the right side of your belly. “She’s training for nationals, I think. My ribs are her new personal practice net.”

“Can I feel?” Komori blurts out, his expression open and hopeful.

You’re about to say yes, but Hajime moves before you can answer, shifting his stance ever so slightly to put his body between you and Komori with the quiet intensity of a dad who’s already protective before the baby’s even born.

“She’s not a mascot,” he says flatly.

You place your palm on his chest. “Hajime. It’s fine.”

His eyes flicker to yours. He relents with a small sigh, stepping aside like it physically pains him to do so.

Komori gently places his hand on your stomach, and when the baby kicks, his face lights up like someone handed him a puppy. “Oh my god. That’s incredible.”

Kageyama peers over curiously. “Does it feel weird?”

“Like an alien living under your skin,” you say cheerfully. “And sometimes the alien cries when you don’t feed it grilled cheese at exactly 3 a.m.”

“Sounds terrifying,” Sakusa mumbles nearby, adjusting a band on his wrist.

“Iwaizumi,” Yaku calls from where he’s doing banded lunges, “you better give that kid rock-solid calves. I don’t care how. It’s your duty.”

“Oh, we’re starting this already?” you laugh. “Pressure before she’s even out of the womb?”

“Oh, we’ve been taking bets,” Suna says, finally looking up from his phone with the laziest smile. “Due date, hair color, position they’ll play.”

“Definitely not libero,” Bokuto adds, puffing his chest. “That baby’s got outside hitter energy.”

“I swear to god,” Iwaizumi mutters, dragging a hand down his face.

You press a soft kiss to his jaw and whisper just loud enough for him to hear, “You love it.”

He doesn’t answer. Just wraps one arm around your shoulders, pulling you gently into his side, hand resting low and protective on the curve of your stomach. He kisses the top of your head. Quiet. Steady.

You nudge him lightly and lift a brow. “Still mad I walked into the weight room?”

He looks down at you, expression flat. “I am always mad when you walk into a room with flying metal plates and men with the coordination of blindfolded rhinos.”

“I brought you your wallet.”

“And almost gave me a stroke in the process.”

You grin, dig into his pocket, and pull out one of his protein bars. “And I’m stealing your snack.”

“…Unbelievable.”

Fitness obsessed bf Iwaizumi and self-care obsessed gf. Iwaizumi is always encouraging you to go on walks with him, try some of his protein shakes, get a good nights rest, stretch etc. While you are always reminding him to wear spf and use a wide variety of lotions and creams. Sometimes dating you seems like he's dating an actual dermatologist with all of the information you know about what each type of acid does to skin, what lotions are for what skin type etc. He ends up getting talked into wearing face masks with you at least once a week, and sometimes the hand and feet masks if you notice that the skin on those areas is especially dry for Hajime. His favorite part of wearing these masks with you is when you dutifully apply your holy grail lip mask to his lips. Your touch is so gentle and he loves the concentrated look on your face whenever you apply it for him. And a bonus is that it tastes like you.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ destined to meet h.iwaizumi x reader, fluff <3

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 "DO you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” the question you asked was earnest. he groaned in neutral response. “don’t believe in that shit.” your head perked up, then went back down to lean on his chest. 

iwaizumi hajime couldn’t lie. the first time he saw you, his stomach did a full 180° flip. no one– or maybe– everyone but you, noticed the hard glint in his eyes soften when he looked at you. ever since he’d met you, his demeanour changed; he began looking for you in everything he encountered, everything reminded him of you. iwaizumi didn’t believe in fate, but something told him that the stars aligned when you two met– that it was destined, and that his future was decided the moment you held his hand. 

it was difficult to believe you weren’t destined to meet in every universe. 

as he went to tangle a hand in your hair, he mumbled something, loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough to make you double check whether you were hallucinating or if what you heard was real.

 “...but i don’t think i can see myself without you in any universe.” 

destiny wasn’t something iwaizumi often paid mind to before. but to him, you two were a constant in every timeline; so maybe he did believe in soulmates and fate, because he couldn’t imagine a world without you by his side. ᥫ᭡

note this was something silly hi guys expect more stuff coming.. also im doing my reqs soon hehe

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