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katsuki bakugo is, shockingly so, a bit of a romantic. if the matching gold bands adorning both of your fingers wasn't the first indicator, than maybe his love language (cooking, of all things) can prove this notion.

katsuki wears nothing but boxers and an apron in the kitchen for two reasons. one, he rolled out of bed at six am and hasn't stopped his rampage in the kitchen since. and two, he gets hot easily when he's cooking.

it's the morning of your anniversary. your first anniversary with katsuki after getting married. your husband is crafting an absolute masterpiece in the kitchen—the spatula his sword and the plate his shield. today, you're awoken by the sound of his gentle voice coaxing you awake.

"hey, open your eyes, wifey." katsuki mumbles, poking your cheek with his knuckle as he sets your breakfast tray down on your bedside table. he crawls onto the bed, pressing a teasingly hard kiss onto your forehead, prompting you to squirm in his grasp with a whine

"katsuki, you weigh a thousand pounds, please! you're gonna crush me you brute..." you whine into your pillow as he scoffs, maneuvering onto his side of the bed with a grin. he turns his lamp on, enveloping the room in a soft, golden glow.

"happy anniversary, baby." he murmurs as he gently pushes a strand of hair from your face. your eyes shoot open in an instant, and you stare at your husband owlishly before a sleepy grin overtakes your features.

"anniversary! that's today?" you giggle, and he grins smugly while moving to grab your hands, intertwining your fingers with his and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles

"a full year already, huh?" he murmurs against your lips, prepared to kiss you before you turn your head away with a cheeky grin

"morning breath," you comment with an adorably scrunched nose that has katsuki scoffing. with a single palm, he grabs your face and presses the most obnoxious, and oddly loving, kiss right onto your soft lips.

you laugh into his mouth, and he grins sharply, pulling away before peppering a dozen more all over your face. katsuki's kisses were usually rough and passionate in their own manner—but right now, he's taking his time. savoring the feeling of your plush skin against his mouth as he holds you flush against him.

you smile underneath him, feeling like putty before you smell it—absolute heaven—lying just a few feet away.

"breakfast in bed..?! but you said you hate getting crumbs on the sheets!" you laugh, and katsuki rolls his eyes before sitting up. he grabs your tray, setting it down in front of you as he rolls his shoulders, the muscles underneath his apron rippling with the movement.

"i suppose i'll bend the rules just this once. only because we're married, or whatever."

"or whatever," you grin, bopping his nose as he scoffs

"and because i love you...i guess..."

considering how emotionally constipated your husband was, you'll take the win! you hand katsuki his spoon, and the two of you dig into the meal.

the majority of breakfast in bed consisted of katsuki begrudgingly being hand fed by you, a few quips here and there about which one of you would be getting the first gray hair, and basking in the morning glow of the rising sun with your lover.

Part 3

GIRL PLEASE IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES I NEED A PART THREE OF BRATS OF OUR OWN

Brats of Our Own ft. katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

This is part 3. Previous parts are on the masterlist

➛ link: click here

synopsis: Katsuki Bakugo thought he'd seen it all: his former classmates settling down and starting families, one by one. But as you sit at Mina and Kirishima’s house, holding his friend's newborn daughter, the idea of fatherhood starts creeping into his mind.

a/n: Since it seems like everyone wants a part 3, here ya go! I had this previously requested, but I accidentally deleted it. Also, it's not my best work, but when I tell you I'm stressed, I'm stressed, though I still wanna get something out for you guys.

You never imagined your life would look like this.

Swollen feet, backaches, an impressive waddle, and Bakugo insisting on carrying everything that weighed more than a pencil. You weren’t exactly sure when it happened, when you stopped feeling scared and started feeling… ready.

Maybe it was when you first saw that grainy ultrasound photo and Katsuki’s thumb brushed over the tiny blob like it was something sacred.

Maybe it was when Mina forced you into a mommy group chat and started sending you articles about car seats at 3 am.

Maybe it was when Katsuki whispered, “We got this.” And you finally believed him.

But here you were, seven months pregnant, belly rounding beneath the oversized hoodie you stole from Katsuki’s closet, and his hands were everywhere.

“I can do it myself,” you grumbled, swatting his hand away as you tried to lace your shoes.

“Yeah, no,” Katsuki deadpanned, kneeling down in front of you. “You’ll pass out tryin’ to breathe and bend at the same time.”

You groaned. “I’m pregnant, not dying.”

He shot you a look, eyes flicking up to meet yours, and you caught it, that undercurrent of protectiveness. It never left. It only got stronger as your belly grew.

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, tying the laces in neat double knots, “I’m not takin’ chances.”

Pregnancy with Katsuki was... an event.

He read everything. The books Mina lent you, the pamphlets from your doctor’s office. He took notes. Hell, he showed up to the birthing classes, and while he’d sulked in the back row at first, arms crossed over his broad chest, by the third class he was sitting up front, asking questions that made the instructor blush.

“What’s the fastest way to get her to the hospital if her water breaks during rush hour?”

“Should I pack extra protein bars? She eats like crap when she’s stressed.”

He was worried, sure. But he was ready.

You didn’t realize how lucky you were until you were surrounded by people who got it.

Mina and Kirishima were always the first to show up. Mina practically dragged you to her house the second you hit the second trimester.

“You’re gonna want to sit down for this,” she said as she propped your feet up on the coffee table and handed you an ice pack for your swollen ankles.

“Trust me,” she added with a wink. “Kirishima thought he was ready, but that first diaper blowout? Nearly ended him.”

Kirishima chuckled, bouncing their baby girl on his knee. “Hey, I’m tougher now! Right, sweetheart?”

Mina grinned at him. “You cried.”

“She exploded!”

You laughed until your belly hurt. Mina leaned over, squeezing your hand. “You’re gonna be great at this, you know.”

And somehow, with your best friend looking at you like that, you believed her.

Deku and Ochako brought over dinner at least once a week. Well, Deku did, he rambled endlessly about helpful nutrients for fetal development, while Ochako giggled and quietly replaced your water glass every hour.

“We’re not far behind you,” Ochako whispered one evening when Deku went to reheat soup. She glanced at her stomach, then at you. “I’m pretty sure.”

You squeezed her hand. “You’ll be amazing.”

She smiled. “You first.”

Todoroki’s twins were miniature versions of him, sitting stoically on either side of him when he came to visit.

“I brought these,” he said, handing you a bag of frozen peas for your back. “They help.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

One of the twins tugged at your sleeve. “Do you have names yet?” she asked.

You blinked, then smiled. “Not yet.”

Katsuki scowled from across the room. “We’re working on it.”

Iida and Mei sent you blueprints for the ultimate baby-proofing system. You still weren’t sure how they got the specs of your apartment.

And then there was Kaminari. Kaminari, who brought an entire cake to your baby shower, grinning as if he’d made it himself.

He didn’t.

But he did plop down next to Katsuki with a wide grin and say, “Guess you two finally figured out how babies are made, huh?”

The room went dead silent.

Katsuki’s head turned slow, like something out of a horror movie. “What did you just say?”

“Nothing!” Kaminari squeaked, practically climbing over Jirou to get away.

Katsuki scowled. “Dumbass.”

But you swore you saw his lips twitch.

You weren’t sure who was more excited to tell Katsuki’s parents, him or you.

Masaru hugged you so tight you thought you’d pop. “Oh, I’m so happy for you two!” he said, beaming.

Mitsuki, on the other hand, grinned like she won.

“Finally!” she barked, smacking her son on the back hard enough to make him grunt. “I’ve been waiting for this! Took you long enough!”

“Yeah, well,” Katsuki grumbled, crossing his arms. “We wanted to wait until we were ready.”

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. “I was ready the second I met her.” She pointed a finger at you. “You. Good choice.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Mitsuki.”

Masaru patted Katsuki’s shoulder. “You’ll be a great dad.”

For the first time in a while, Katsuki didn’t argue. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I will.”

The day she came, you didn’t sleep the night before. Something about it felt… different. Like your body knew something was coming.

And then the contractions hit.

Katsuki was already dressed before you could finish saying, “I think—”

“We’re going,” he said, shoving the hospital bag into your arms and scooping you up like it was nothing.

You barely remembered the car ride, only his voice. “Breathe, baby. We got this.” It's one of the few times and called you baby but you love every moment of it.

Labor was hell. You cursed. You screamed. You cried.

And Katsuki stayed.

He held your hand when it felt like your body was being split in two. He whispered in your ear when you thought you couldn’t push one more time.

“Look at me,” he said, fierce and gentle all at once. “You’re the strongest damn person I know. You got this.”

And you did.

You pushed.

And then you heard her cry.

Meeting your daughter Katsuki was quiet. Too quiet.

They placed her in your arms first, and you sobbed, holding this tiny, wrinkled human that felt like everything.

Then you turned to him.

“Wanna hold her?”

He swallowed hard, then nodded. His hands were shaking as he took her from you.

“Hey,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Hey there, princess.”

She blinked up at him, red-faced and squirmy.

And Katsuki Bakugo, Dynamight himself, broke into the softest smile you’d ever seen.

The hospital room filled fast. Mina cried harder than you. Kirishima did too. Deku took so many pictures. Ochako kept asking if you needed water. Todoroki brought ice. Again.

Kaminari stood over Katsuki’s shoulder, staring at your daughter in his arms.

“She’s got your scowl already,” he said.

“Damn right she does,” Katsuki said, grinning.

Jirou leaned in. “Hope she doesn’t get your temper.”

“No promises,” you muttered, exhausted but happy.

Katsuki mumbled at insult, but he was smiling.

He looked down at his daughter, resting against his chest, and whispered,

“Now we got a brat of our own.”

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YUMMY

Iida would have a dick piercing send tweet

iida went through a rebel phase after the war and has piercings and some hidden tattoos

I might pass out rn

Boyfriend Headcanons - Tenya Ida

What It’s Like Dating Tenya Iida

The Chivalrous, Devoted, Gentlemanly Boyfriend

Dating Tenya Iida is like stepping into a classic love story where respect, devotion, and romance are top priorities. He is the definition of a gentleman, a boyfriend who cares deeply, supports you unconditionally, and puts in the effort every single day. While he might seem a bit intense at times, his love is steady, reassuring, and full of quiet passion.

The Ultimate Gentleman Boyfriend

Chivalry is not dead when it comes to Iida. He opens doors for you, pulls out chairs, walks on the side of the street closest to the road, and insists on carrying your bags—even if they’re light.

Always incredibly respectful. He never oversteps boundaries, always asks for permission before initiating physical affection, and genuinely values your comfort above everything else.

Formal but endearing. At first, he calls you by your full name with so much respect, but the moment you introduce nicknames? He turns into a flustered mess. Eventually, he warms up to calling you “my love” or “darling” in the most affectionate tone.

Treats dates like an important mission. He plans everything in advance, makes dinner reservations, checks the weather beforehand, and ensures you have the best experience possible.

Goes out of his way to be reliable. If you ever need him, he drops everything to be there. No questions asked. I know what you’re thinking ‘Tenya wouldn’t bend rules or drop important things since he has a sense of responsibility’ but when your relationship begins to progress he truly does see you as his highest priority and nothing is a higher priority than you needing him.

The Extremely Devoted Boyfriend

When Iida loves, he loves with his whole heart. There’s no half-measure with him—you are his priority, his most important person.

Remembers EVERYTHING about you. Your favorite foods, allergies, random childhood memories you mentioned once—he logs it all into his mental database and surprises you with how much he remembers.

Supports your goals like it’s his own mission. No matter what you want to achieve, he’s your biggest fan and will encourage you every step of the way.

Tries to improve himself for you. If you ever mention something you like in a partner, he immediately takes notes and works on it.

The Affectionate, Yet Flustered Boyfriend

Loves physical affection but is super flustered about it at first. The first time you hold his hand? His glasses fog up from how hot his face gets.

Blushes ridiculously easily. You can whisper something sweet in his ear, and he’s done for—completely malfunctioning.

Despite his initial shyness, he LOVES holding you. Cuddling? He’s wrapping you in the warmest, most secure hug ever.

Surprisingly loves subtle PDA. At first, he says something like, “Public displays of affection should be kept minimal to maintain decorum!” But within a few weeks? He’s holding your hand everywhere, kissing your forehead, and pulling you close instinctively.

Loves forehead and temple kisses. It’s his way of showing care, love, and reassurance.

The Overthinking but Well-Meaning Boyfriend

Worries about you constantly. If you so much as sneeze, he’s already searching for symptoms and proper treatments.

Overthinks everything. “Did I text them too much today? Am I being a burden? Do they need space?” He’ll run through a hundred scenarios in his head before making a move.

Apologizes way too much for small things. If he even thinks he’s upset you, he’ll write out a full apology speech and rehearse it before talking to you.

Gets extremely serious about anniversaries and special occasions. He plans surprises in advance, ensures everything is perfect, and makes you feel like royalty on your special day.

Takes feedback very seriously. If you ever tell him you like something—like cuddling more, getting more compliments, etc.—he takes it to heart and improves immediately.

The Protective, Jealous Side (But in a Respectful Way)

Iida doesn’t get possessively jealous, but he does get protective. If someone is flirting with you, he won’t start a fight, but he’ll straighten his posture, adjust his glasses, and step closer to you with a firm, gentlemanly presence.

If someone makes you uncomfortable, his voice drops into something deeper and more commanding. "I believe you have overstayed your welcome." That’s all it takes to make the other person immediately back off.

If you flirt with someone else jokingly to tease him? He immediately goes into a dramatic lecture.

"Darling! Flirting with others is an inappropriate display of affection, and I must insist that you refrain—"

(He stops mid-sentence when you giggle and say, "Relax, I was just teasing you.")

He turns bright red and clears his throat awkwardly. "Ah, I see. I suppose… I was overreacting. My apologies, my love."

The Surprisingly Romantic Side

He may be logical, but he is also incredibly romantic. His love isn’t flashy, but it’s meaningful, deep, and full of devotion.

Sends you the sweetest good morning and goodnight messages. They’re formal but so full of love.

“Good morning, my love! I hope you slept well and that today brings you nothing but success and joy.”

“Goodnight, my darling. May you have the sweetest dreams, and rest well knowing that I cherish you.”

Plans elegant dates, but they always have a personal touch. If you love a certain type of music, he’ll find a place that plays it. If you love a specific dessert, he’ll make sure they serve it wherever you go.

Goes out of his way to make you feel special. If you’re stressed, he’ll bring you your favorite snacks, run a bath for you, and sit beside you in silence if that’s what you need.

Once he’s comfortable, he will whisper sweet things in your ear that make you WEAK.

"You are my most treasured person. I will always be by your side."

"You bring so much joy into my life. I can’t imagine a future without you."

The Best Parts of Dating Iida

Dating Iida means being loved in the most thoughtful, chivalrous way possible.

He is reliable, devoted, and treats you with so much respect and care that you always feel safe and cherished.

There is never any doubt in his love for you. He will always make sure you know exactly how much you mean to him.

His hugs are grounding. When he holds you, he makes you feel like nothing bad can ever happen.

If you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t move at all. He’ll sit there, perfectly still, just watching you sleep with the softest smile.

If you wear his glasses as a joke, he melts. He finds it SO cute but also blushes like crazy.

He never lets you forget how much he loves you. Whether it’s through his words, his actions, or the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his life—his love is constant, unwavering, and true.

Final Thoughts

Dating Tenya Iida is like being loved in the most devoted, heartfelt, and respectful way. He may be a little intense at times, overthink things, and get flustered easily, but he genuinely loves you with everything he has. He will always stand by your side, protect you, and support your dreams like they’re his own.No matter what, he will always, always choose you.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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I do not write content portraying Enji Todoroki as a good person, I do not consider him one and won't be writing about him as a hero (because he's not one in my eyes).

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red and blue my beloathed

do not repost i am literally THE potatofever

This is what I mean!!!! He may be a hero but he was never a father.

I respect him as a hero, but not as a father