Ex Husband Bakugo Who Still Brings You A Coffee On Snow Days Because He Knows You Aren't Getting Out

mournful valentine’s day

(kofi request) brothers who (try to) carry each other

You wish you had a good story as to why you started dating Kaminari.

But it started one night at a bar, a long while after you two had become friends. it was just the two of you, huddled at a table, watching the crowd as your other friends swapped spit.

"Damn," Denki sighs pitifully. "Bakugo's really sucking on his tongue. They're practically fucking on the dance floor."

"I can't watch anymore." You cover your eyes. "It's painful."

The song switches to something slow and low and vaguely country. Kaminari heaves out another breath as he rests on his elbows.

"Hey," he says randomly, voice suddenly brighter. "Do you think we could ever fuck?"

"Depends," you say without missing a beat. Febki's cite and all, but you aren't interested unless he had something to... provide. "How big is your dick?"

"Ten inches."

You shoot him a look.

"No, really." Kaminari wiggles to get to his back pocket. "Wanna see a picture?"

He's got it pulled up before you can answer. Fuck. Yeah. It's certainly ten inches, unless that ruler he's got it next to is fake. It's pretty thick too, with a little hook downwards and a blush pink tip.

"Hm," you inspect the picture some more, trying to stay coy and detached. "Yeah. Sure, why not?"

"Fuck yeah!" He pumps his fist. "Daddy's getting laid tonight!"

"Not if you keep acting like that."

Indulging in drawing my wife however tf I want fr

Shes so fucking cute.

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I need her meat in my mouth rn or I'm gonna die

trans bakugo katsuki?

guess who had an eventful night 🍑

[aged-up characters]

all credits to the original artist @nitro_sugar on X

Your fingers trace down the long spance of his neck. His skin is cool, bordering cold, just like the night air, and goose pimples unfurl down your arms at the feel of it. He must feel how your skins reacts; he glances down to where you've laid yourself across his lap with a fond chuckle, stroking your own face in turn. The warmth in his ruby eyes is exactly what you need.

When your fingers reach the base of his neck, there's no pulse to greet you, just a familiar stillness and two perfectly round scars, long since made but never healed. That smile flickers, the light behind it replaced by something dimmer.

"I wish you would turn me."

It's a conversation you've had before, under dim lights, bearing all earnesty and love either of you could muster. The answer is no - he will never make you immortal. It's cruel to both of you to bring up the topic again.

A myriad of microexpressions flit across his face -empathy, pain, maybe even anger- and then he's smiling again, moon white fangs bared with no malice.

"Oh, how could I ever?" He strokes your hair from your face and cups your cheeks with a practiced delight; a performance he's perfected over two hundred years, "How am I supposed to sleep without your warmth in my arms?

The words are almost a song on his voice, bouncing and free. He doubles over himself to press a chaste kiss against your forehead, then again against your lips.

"How am I supposed to close my eyes without hearing your heartbeat, my dear?" he coos into your pulse point, as if whispering to your heart itself

"One day, whether you turn me or not -" You can not bring yourself to do anything but whisper - "It won't be there."

He freezes for a moment, then brings his lips to your neck again, the kiss much more sullen this time.

They love each other.. even as worms.. 🥺 💚 🧡

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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