#bakugou katsukis wife

[bakugou-katsukis-wife]

My baby's gon' steal the show again. M tellin' you♡♡

[imma-triple-a-battery]

@mha-quotes-and-such

ah yes like mother like son

[doumadono]

Hi, sweets 🍭 I'd like to request deaf Bakugo headcanons - just him interacting with his little girl that demands his attention as she wants him to play with her (she is aware dad is a little off because he can't hear)

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

As Bakugo's hearing begins to fade periodically with time, his little girl starts noticing the subtle changes.

The little girl, at the age of 5, struggles to understand why her dad doesn't always respond the way others do. When you, her mom, gently explains Bakugo's hearing challenges, the girl takes it all in, absorbing the information.

To bridge the gap, the little girl asks you to teach her some basic signs. With wide-eyed enthusiasm, she practices and learns the signs, eager to communicate better with her dad.

She comes up with creative ways to catch Bakugo's attention - a gentle tap on his lap, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze, or sometimes just grabbing one of the merchandise plushies you collect at home and presenting it to him.

deaf!Bakugo, in turn, has developed a keen sense of visual awareness to understand all of his little girl's signals.

Despite being aware that her dad is a bit different, she continues to demand his attention for playtime! deaf!Bakugo, unaware that his daughter is learning sign language, is pleasantly surprised one day when she excitedly signs to him, asking him to play with her. His heart brims with love and pride, witnessing the earnest effort she's making to connect with him, and he finds it challenging to hold back tears in the middle of the living room.

deaf!Bakugo often engages in games that don't rely heavily on sound but thrive on shared moments. Building intricate block towers, drawing colorful masterpieces, and playing with dolls become their cherished activities!

When it's playtime, Bakugo's face lights up with a soft smile as he watches his daughter's enthusiasm. He might not hear her words and laughter, but he feels the warmth of her joy radiating through the room.

deaf!Bakugo has developed a set of creative signals and cues to respond to his daughter's requests. Whether it's a gentle tap on the shoulder or a specific hand gesture, they have established their own silent language.

As deaf!Bakugo gradually loses his hearing completely, his daughter's ability to communicate with him through signs becomes an invaluable bridge that allows them to share laughter, love, and a world of understanding.

Despite being a hero and handling the challenges of his job, there are moments when deaf!Bakugo, alone in his office while working from home, breaks down. The silence around him reminds him of the laughter of his beloved little girl he can't hear anymore, and it hits him emotionally.

The very first time they finish playing with his daughter's dolls and plushies, Bakugo's heart melts and he can't hold back tears as his little girl approaches him, using sign language to say, "Thank you for playing with me. I love you, Daddy."

The girl is a little scared seeing her dad crying as it is an extremely rare sight. So, she climbs onto his lap, strokes his rough cheeks marked by many scars from the battles he fought, and signs at him, "Daddy, don't cry, I love you. I'll hug you, and it will be okay."

[lilissmut]

Dad bakugo x Mom reader

“Cmon Sumi, you’ve gotta eat, take at least two bites? Pleasee?”Sighing to yourself as your four year old is refusing to eat, again.

“but mama, i don’t wanna eat this” Sumi, your daughter, is a very picky eater.

“please baby? You can’t just eat French fries and chicken nuggets.” You’re starting to get frustrated when you hear your 8 month old, Hatsuki, start to cry.

“Eat half, or else dada is getting involved.” Sumi sighed in frustration, but was a mamas girl, and didn’t like her dad as much as you, her mom. So she started to take a couple bites of her food, knowing how angry her dad gets at her for giving her mom a hard time.

smiling at your daughter, you walk upstairs to your eight month old son, Hatsuki. He wasn’t much of a crier, but when he did cry, it was hard to get him to quiet down.

You picked up your son, and rocked him back and fourth in a soothing motion, praying he’d go back to sleep. Or else he’d be up all night.

“s’okay, mamas right here baby” you sat down on the bed, holding him in your arms. You couldn’t get over the fact that Hatsuki looked so much like your husband, Bakugo. The feeling of relief washed over you when you finally got Hatsuki to quiet down, and fall back asleep.

Walking down the stairs with your baby in your arms, you see Sumi still eating her food.

“thank you baby. You ate so much of it.” Smiling at her, you gave her a kiss on the forehead.

It was around two hours later you Heard the door open, and you knew those steps so well, they were katsukis.

You overheard your husband asking “where’s mama, sumi?” You were half asleep and didn’t even both to listen in any further.

“babe I’m in the living room!!” You stated loud enough for him to hear, but hopefully not loud enough to wake up the baby.

smiling as you heard him walk towards you.

“Hey babe how was work?” He smiled and gave you a kiss on the lips.

“it was good. Stupid wanna be villains, but you know how it is babe.” Sumi ran over to her dad and gave him grabby hands, wanting him to pick her up.

Grunting a little as he picked her up, and sat on the couch beside his gorgeous wife.

You leaned into bakugos shoulder, tired and stressed, but those emotions were shared between you two.

You were just finally happy to have your husband home.

[thehusbandoden]

Ice Cream Thief -Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

A/n: I don't simp for Bakugo, so pls let me know if his scratched your itch.

General info:

Genre: fluff/crack/comfort \\ wc: 312 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 03/15/24

Summary: you are having a terrible time. Your baby kept you awake all night kicking, you stubbed your foot on the stupid nightstand, and Bakugo has been working almost twenty-four-seven. The one thing you’ve been craving all month is ice cream... but you come out to find it eaten. With the carton still. In. The. Freezer.

“Bakugo Katsuki!” You call from the kitchen, seething with rage.  

“What do ya want, woman?” He calls back from the living room.  

“Don’t you ‘woman’ me! Get in here before I make you!”  

“Oh give me a break.” He grumbles, walking into the kitchen to see what you were yapping about. His eyes flicker to the empty carton of ice cream... and he realizes he’s in trouble.  

“What. Happened. To. My. Ice. Cream.” You growl, a hand on your swollen belly. The one thing you’ve been craving all month is ice cream. Your baby kept you awake all night kicking, you stubbed your foot on the stupid nightstand, and Bakugo has been working almost twenty-four-seven. This was the last thing you needed, the straw that broke your self restraint.  

“I’ll just buy you mo-”  

“Katsuki! Why did you have to leave the carton in the freezer?! My heart just tore itself apart! I needed that!”  

“It’s like nine in the mor-”  

“I need *something* to calm me down Katsuki! Why did you have to eat it?! Not only that but you left the carton in the freezer! And now I-” tears of frustration bubble in your eyes, your hormones are going haywire, and Bakugo can see that.  

Warm muscular arms wrap around your soft form. Bakugo brings you to his chest, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you slowly begin to calm down.  

You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your beloved. “Ice cream thief.” You scoff, looking up at your tsundere husband. He smirks down at you, pecking your nose.  

“I’ll buy you more, okay? Stop whinin’.” You huff, but don’t respond as you bury your face in his warm chest.  

You sigh in relief, knowing that out of everything and anything- yes, even your beloved ice cream- you craved your beloved husband’s tender touch above all else.  

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[michiviv]

comfortember, prompt: sweater weather

synopsis: katsuki has his own tradition with you.

pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

warning: reader has a little sibling (mentioned), reader and katsuki are married, katsuki towers over the reader, reader is referred to as wife

notes: i hate this one ughh, it’s cute though 🥹🥹but it’s also so short 😭

word count: 581

before you katsuki hated traditions. he refused to partake in them with his family. Mitsuki wants to go to a pumpkin patch? you best believe he would rather stay home and do chores than do such corny and cheesy things.

now, when the two of you started dating, he didn't think this would be any different. he’ll let you do your own thing while he does his… but how could he say no to you? you were so cute, so reluctantly… he agreed.

he agreed to do matching costumes with you for Halloween and hell, he even went trick-or-treating with your little sibling. He agreed to go to the pumpkin patch with you, his lover. he went apple picking, carved jack-o-lanterns, and went to the corn maze with his group of friends for the first time.

it wasn’t just fall traditions too, he started celebrating Valentine's Day, started having movie nights with you, and went to the music festival with you. any tradition you wanted to create with him he would be more than happy to have with you.

eventually, he felt the need to create his own unnamed tradition. something that didn't come from you and solely from him. which is how he began to make any excuse to give you his sweater when the weather cooled..

he's made sure to do this since your second year dating even to now when you're three years married.

“oi,” he starts, sauntering over to you. the sweater he wore barely concealing his muscles. “’yer not appropriately dressed for this weather.”

you look up from the pumpkins you were currently inspecting and raised an eyebrow at him. you have noticed how during October and November he always tries to give you his sweater. not that you’d ever complain about that. you get to show the world that you’re wearing your husband’s sweater, it smells like him and you get to watch his muscles flex as he undresses. it seems like a win all around.

“how am i not appropriately dressed, katsuki?” you asked chuckling softly, standing up to “meet his height”, but your darn husband towered over you. practically craning your neck to look up at him.

“you have no sweater,” he said rather smugly, crossing his arms with a smirk, “you can catch a cold.”

“i think ill be alright, babe. i have long sleeves and it’s not that—“

“the weather is cooling. you don’t know if the weather can drop,” he argued, uncrossing his arms as he began to take off his sweater. careful to not flip it inside out before handing— no, forcing it into your hands. “i don’t want my beloved wife to get sick.”

you gave katsuki a look, raising your brow at him. “and what if my husband got sick instead, hm? what is japan going to do without their best hero?” you asked, heeding his request however and putting on his sweater.

his sweater completely enveloped you, his musky scent immediately enveloping your senses. it was nice, he smelled faintly like caramel, burnt caramel, but caramel nonetheless.

“they’ll have to survive; my wife is more important.” he replied smugly, crossing his arms.

“you’re so lame, katsuki. i don’t think your sidekick will like that” you laughed,

“he can survive a week.”

rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to one of the pumpkins in front of you, “what do you think about this pumpkin?”

“it’s too small, i want our pumpkin to be terryfing this year.”

[jackkilmerlvr]

k. bakugou - lower case intended.

you and katsuki sat on his bed, hard metal playing in the background lowly behind your conversation. “no, no, no!” you yelled, giggling and smiling before putting a hand over your mouth.

when your laughter halted you went on, “no, it’s like this show with a talking cat and a bunch of like weird kids. i don’t know! it’s weird.” you explained, smile still apparent on your face. his eyes just stared at your face, a small grin appearing not long after.

“what?” you asked, scrunching your eyebrows together. “i like your smile.” the rough padding of his fingers went to the marks of your smile lines, lightly rubbing them.

“it’s really pretty on you.”

this made your face explode into a smile as you tried to hide it with your hands. you groaned in defeat and whined, "katsukiiii." with a huge smile plastered on your face.

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i have sooo many drafts, im just lazy. expect more tom kaulitz and georg listing stuff soon!

[sammy-the-dead-dumpster]

So I was thinking about the Odyssey and the Iliad, as usual, and something interesting occurred to me.

Other people have observed some possible references to the Iliad during the final arc, such as Katsuki dying like Patroclus, resulting in Izuku dealing with a very Achilles-esque rage. (Obviously, with a different outcome.)

And then there's the deliberate choice of the operation's name:

But it made me wonder... are there references to the Odyssey, too?

Well, yes. Consider the story of Calypso.

She's a woman imprisoned on an island...

...who forces the hero apart from his loved ones...

...wanting the hero to remain and be her lover...

...but he leaves at last, journeying across the sea...

...because ultimately, he belongs elsewhere.

[haztory]

sorry for being absent literally always, but i had to get this out of my drafts.

goddess!reader x mortal!bakugou; warnings: blood, mentions of sex, murder, unhappy relationships, unhinged reader and bakugou (tiny bit), not beta’d

(w.c. 2.1k)

Rapacious, your father would call you were he to see you now. Salacious, acting in behavior once thought deterred; The kind that he meant to have stamped out of you in an effort to cultivate you into the pious cog in of his senseless grandeur. His promise of destiny. 

Your father’s lips would be turned in that virtuous frown, eyes narrowed as he sat from his throne in the great pantheon of Gods. Validated by their fealty. The model figure that is woefully negligent as he speaks of the sanctity of commandments that have seen his betrayal one too many times before. Sanctimonious in his rectitude, righteous in his hypocrisy, your father is.

He meant to cage you, raging at your freedom and its significance—angry that you were wild, changing the tides of human wars with the gentlest of smiles and lulling whispers; Rampaging that fellow Gods, his own brothers, were victim to the whims of your games with the mortals; Furious that the power you wielded began to rival that of his own; Murderous that you were too much like him: untamed, greedy, victorious and still, adored. 

You have never known his anger to be long-lasting, especially not in a manner of great meaning when you could falsely promise your way out of it. Batting eyelashes in truce—but, this is beyond punishment for the defiance of a rule. He means to break you. 

A husband. 

One bound to you without your consultation, much less knowledge. Promised in hand and divinity to be half of a whole to this pitiful excuse of God. 

There was hardly an expectation of satisfaction within the marriage on a good day, much less pleasure in the ways that physically mattered; Could such a thing ever truly be expected from a man who only knew how to hammer metal? Up, down, up, down until the glowing steel was forged.

Your husband is a man of great fortitude, who knows and will only know that of the fire he works with. The flames reflected in the dullness of his irises being the only exciting thing about him. He is monotonous within his construction. Routined and boring. 

How could there ever be the expectation of fidelity from you, the Goddess of Love? 

How could you be shackled to the bedside of a man who has never known the strength of the sea from which you are born? How can you love a man who does not know the impact of the tide and draws no desire from its power? How can you be with a man who does not know and adore you as you are? For a millenia, nonetheless! 

You've come to know of this arrangement as a curse; A woeful attempt to tame you from the wild and lustful by forcing you to make acquaintance with the bland and boring. Binding you to the shore, never to make acquaintance with the push and pull of the forceful nature. 

Credit must be paid your way. You had tried. In the depths of shame and sorrow, you tried to do as your brothers and sisters and settle. Gave in and let yourself  believe that love and happiness could be found within routine, eventually. It is your novelty, after all. And yet, it still finds you. This yearning for more, the urge to love and be loved. Your nature still rises from the swaying tide and dares to edge the coast. 

Your father would not approve were he to see you now, watching from your high plane in the heavens to the happenings of the mortal world. Surely, your husband would violently disapprove too, convinced that he has you loyal. 

You shouldn’t fixate; Had promised in low lights and empty words in your husband’s grimy embrace that you have seen the errors of your ways; That you have and will change. For his sake. But he does not know what happens when he is away in his cave of brimstone. 

Your attention is caught. And the object of your fascination is a marvel.

Sculpted from clay himself, you have half a mind to believe that one of your siblings has had a part in his creation. Broad and muscular, sharp and angular in all the places that deem him a man. This mortal has caught your eye since his ascension from boy to man. He is a village soldier. Fiercely protective and eager for a fight, and yet always looking to the heavens. As though there was something there waiting for him, beckoning him closer. You suppose he isn’t wrong, as you peer down to him just as he looks up. 

There have been whispers of his fate amongst the crowds since he was a boy, certainty issued in his great destiny.  No one is more sure of it than he. 

Which may be what finds him in your temple. 

Sanctuaries have never known themselves to be exclusive, but you must admit that it is certainly strange to have a man of his designation pray to the Goddess of Love. Surely he must have found some alignment more towards that of your stoic sister, emboldened by the desire for courage and brawn. And yet he is here, treading the halls in the stillness of night and giving small offerings to each of your priestesses and holding one large offering basket for your statue.

He stands beneath the colonnade, staring pensively at the intricate designs of your image on marble. He speaks only when the room has been cleared, the priestesses giving him the space to pray in solace.

“I hear you.” His timbre is gruff yet smooth. Commanding as it echoes. “You are calling to me.”

You remain still, almost taken aback at his forwardness. The waves of temptation creep at your feet. 

“I intend to find you, whether you show yourself or not.” He speaks again. He looks up, and although you know it improbable, you swear eyes of vermillion have pinpointed your location in the sky. And so, it comes crashing.

It has been so long since you have last appeared before a mortal, and appearing before him transcends all relatability. To see the fixation, your desire, and to have him see you. If he is surprised by your arrival, he doesn’t show it. Eyes strong in their stoic gaze, lips almost curled in a sneer. One would think you were his enemy, but you know such a charge to be false. It’s a charge of electricity, the cooling nighttime air suddenly warming at the meeting of your gaze. 

He is no enemy to you, and you are certainly no stranger to him.

“No one has ever commanded me so directly. How did you know?” You ask. of genuine curiosity.

“I dream of you.” He says the answer so plainly, as though it were a common occurrence. You can’t help but raise a brow. 

“Oh?” 

“I have for years. It was only a matter of time before you showed yourself.”

The chains forged by your husband suddenly feel the lightest that they have ever felt. Metal rattling against each other, pushing and pulling as something brews within you. You wonder what this mortal thinks of you. If he finds you as beautiful as you find him; If the power within him is as strong as you think it is. 

If he is strong enough to cut through steel.

“And what did you dream of?” You ask, taking a step forward. Feeling elation fill you like the swirling breeze as his eyes quickly watch you step forward.

“Tch. Like you don’t know.” His jaw flexes and with it comes the bloom of a subtle blush on his cheeks. “Didn’t you plant the damn things?” 

No, you didn’t. You could certainly look to see what it is he dreamed of, but this is more fun. Finally, finally, you feel the remnants of yourself pulse alive. 

“Have you come to give me a greater purpose?” He asks quickly, in diversion. You let him, too satisfied with the newfound freedom to care much about his attempt at modesty. 

You step closer to him, watching as his eyes cascade down the sheer chiton adorning your body. “Is that what I did in your dreams? Fill you with purpose?”

You find yourself almost chest to chest with him, his eyes never leaving yours, “Or did you fill me?”

You laugh when his eyes widen, turning to take a chocolate from the offering basket held still in his hands and plopping it into your mouth. Marveling at its taste, deciding that it must be homemade.  “Is that what you are in search for? A greater purpose? How about a culinary artist? Your skills are impeccable.”

He doesn’t laugh. “I am destined for more.” 

He knows he is. You know he is. Have not eyed him for so long to have not known. He stands firm before you, a soldier waiting for instruction. In any other instance you would rebuke such a stand, revolt at the rigid and serious, and yet with him—

Well, in devotion to you, who can fault you for testing its limits? Especially when there is something that has sat within you, waiting for the opportune moment. 

You meet his gaze, deciding to no longer tease. “How much more?”

“Anything you will give me.” He quickly responds. 

“And this destiny you seek, do you do it for pride or service?”

“I am your loyal follower and patron, Goddess Divine. What I do is for you.”

“A man like you, patron to me. How lucky am I?” You smile, but it is quickly assumed by the sneaking tendrils of your dark desire. Your voice stills, “The task I have for you is very arduous. Unyielding, difficult, and not aimed for the weak. Destiny setting, to be sure.”

The man seems to preen at those words, a smile finally finding its way to his face. It curls, dangerously, hungrily. “Name it.”

“Once it is spoken, it cannot be undone.” You warn.

“The task is mine alone.” He insists.

You find yourself before him again, and he leans in to listen closely. You can sense the fight in him, smell his musk. The promised freedom teeters on the edge of your words. 

“...kill Hephaestus. Free me from the shackles of my constricting punishment.”

He doesn’t blink, doesn’t balk, doesn’t shy away from the treasonous words. He does as you have seen him do and stands firm, almost vibrates with his desire to act. 

You can almost feel the brush of the sea on your skin again. 

“And my reward?” He asks, confidently.

“Is my eternal patronage and favor not enough?” You laugh, eased in his presence rather than tight at the admittance of your evil. Circling around him, you drag your finger across the broadness of his bare and unmarred shoulders. You wonder if the purity of his skin is a reflection of his valiance. Wonder if your desires are steered correctly, that he is the one to have the strength to carry him to victory. 

He glances to you over his shoulder, “Surely, the Goddess has more in plan for the man set to kill her husband than bragging rights?”

Curiosity clouded with the tendrils of lust at the man who holds your fate in his hands, you place your chin on his shoulder, meeting his vermillion gaze as your nose scarcely brushes the smooth expanse of his sculptured chin. Intimacy with a man who isn’t your husband, intimacy that is natural and wanted rather than forced.

“Cheeky.” You murmur, and his grin widens. A veil of clouded air blurs his vision before you reappear in front of him, your weight placed onto him as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Bring me the head of my oppressor,” You begin, said so airily it could be mistaken as a light conversation rather than a plot for murder, “And I will make you a God in his place. Meant to enact your own destiny, made to rule beside me.”

You lean your forehead closer, meeting him as your noses brush in meeting. Tracing one another, you whisper, “Can you do it?”

Without hesitation, he breathes into you. “I am yours, Goddess Divine.”

“And your name, O Great Warrior?”

“Bakugou.” A storm brews mightily in his irises and you can taste the salt of the spray, feel the ocean beckoning you home. 

Your release from the cage is so close to the touch, the hilt of the sword dealing the victory blow to your freedom held by him. 

You smile, wide, and true, and lustful for blood. “A fitting name for a God.” 

It comes as no great surprise when the mortal appears at your temple a few weeks later. He is limping through marbled halls and dripping with blood, the key to your cage held in his hands. Your husband's severed head held by his bloodied and mangled fingers, a wicked smile on his face as he beckons you down from the heavens. You find yourself once again, marveling.

And finally, in love.

[thehwaynedame]

Katsuki Doesn’t Dance

Words: 832

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, bad writing?

Disclaimer: I was watching wedding dance tutorials and this came to my head. I’m not getting married or anything, I just think they’re cute to watch.

Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t dance.

He’s told you this from the very beginning and has been adamant about it ever since. He first told you at a big gala to celebrate the new top charting heroes, both you and him stood to the side, watching old friends twirl each other about; they were smiling and laughing, having the time of their lives. You watched him from the corner of your eyes, watching how he lifted the expensive champagne to his lips, then, you watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in motion with his gulp. Despite his words, you could see the way his carmine irises shone with a sense of longing and loneliness —they followed the swaying forms of your friends and you couldn’t help but sigh, for you knew the idiot would never give in.

Eventually though, you settled into the fact that he wouldn’t —that neither of you would have that moment together. The dream of you both dancing to a song in the kitchen late at night was crushed by his stubbornness, and he’s just lucky that he managed to be an amazing partner without fulfilling that dream…

Besides, you’d never push him. You’d always been one to respect the boundaries that the blond set, obtaining the affection you needed from the way he held you close at night, or from the lengthy kiss he gave you every morning.

It was more than enough, for you didn’t need a dance to know how much Katsuki Bakugou loves you, he shows you in his own ways that he does.

Though, you had to admit —you were pretty giddy to learn that Mitsuki, your soon to be mother-in-law and wedding planner had made the first dance mandatory. You really couldn’t help it, the fantasies of your wedding running through your head more than ever now, thanks to the news that you’d finally get that one romantic dance with the grumpy man that you adore.

You never expected it to happen, no matter how much you had fantasized about it, you had never came to this conclusion.

For now you stood before all your family and friends with the lights dimmed, your now husband standing before you. His hand awaited yours, calloused and rough, but gentle in the way it had grasped yours, his expression shocking you to the core —for it was far from his usual scowl.

His face isn’t scrunched up, his brows lifted and relaxed. He was actually smiling —barely, but you had the pleasure of being close enough to see a dimple form from the way his lips had curved. He hadn’t scowled for most of the day, only towards the both of your friends, who were teasing him relentlessly about how weird he looked up on the altar. But the look he was giving you now was causing your poor heart to palpitate out of your chest… His eyes that spoke volumes of his soul had softened, nothing but complete adoration in them as he pulled you closer to him, his other hand resting on your waist before giving it a squeeze.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Where’s that gremlin look of yours?” You try to joke, ignoring the way a shiver ran up your spine from the way his thumb massaged the finger where your wedding ring now rested snugly. “Am I not allowed to look at my wife? I’ve only been waiting for this day since we kissed at our graduation.” He answered, the low music beginning before you could respond, he does as you both had practiced, guiding you to spin, before pulling you back to him. “I simply take pride in being able to read your expressions —and the one you made just then…” You tried but he was quick to cut you off, the warmth of his forehead making contact with yours making you chuckle.

Your eyes meet and you feel yourself melting.

“Stop thinking, soak in the moment.” He instructs, and judging by the way he completely lost himself in you, keeping you close the rest of the dance, you knew he certainly had. It reminded you of just how lucky you were —to love someone like Katsuki Bakugo, to have him love you in return. It reminded you that now you didn’t have to worry about silly little dances, for none would beat the feelings you felt that evening, in the arms of your sappier than usual husband.

Even as time would pass on, and the late night swaying to music in your home would become normal —you’d still remember that night and cherish it. You’d do so just as much as your husband does, ensuring each other a dance every gala and even more so in your home, where you’d continue to laugh together under the lights of the kitchen every time he dipped you, where the both of you would forever to continue melting into each other’s kiss.

Because, you know, Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t dance…

[yapmayavallami]

bakugou x f! Reader

WARNINGS: alcohol use, divorce, toxic relationships

SUMMARY: One night you drank too much alcohol and went to your ex-husband Katsuki's house.

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It had been two years since you and Katsuki divorced and you had a five-year-old son, Aiko.

After you divorced Katsuki, you turned to drink, trying to fill his void. But no matter what you did, you could never forget katsuki, you were still head over heels in love with her. Katsuki took your son's power of attorney from you after seeing your pathetic state.

All day long you were thinking about Katsuki again. To get rid of these thoughts and clear your head, you decided to go to the nearest bar to your house.

You were drinking at the bar as usual. Suddenly you had the courage to confront Katsuki. You immediately jumped in your car and drove to Katsuki's house.

KATSUKİ POV!

After another damn day, after feeding aiko and putting her to sleep, I went for a hot shower.

A while after I got out of the shower, I heard a knock on my door. "What asshole is here at this time of night?" I muttered.

When I opened the door, I saw the old geezer next door. "What happened?"

"What happened? Mr. Dynamight, your wife woke up the whole neighborhood, we really can't sleep because of her."

"My wife!?"

"Y/n bakugou is here, please stop your wife before she puts us to sleep."

After closing the door to the old geezer, I ran to the window.

After taking a deep breath, I started muttering "fuck it, what the hell is Y/n doing here"

Y/N POV

I immediately parked my car near Katsuki's house. When I arrived in front of Katsuki's house, I started screaming how much I loved him. I didn't care if anyone looked at me, I just wanted Katsuki and I wasn't going to leave until I got what I wanted. After a while, I saw Katsuki coming out of the window.

"Katsuki," I called out in a soft tone.

"What the fuck are you doing here, you idiot?"

"I only miss you"

After a while Katsuki let you in.

"You idiot, have you been drinking again? How many times do I have to tell you that drinking too much is bad for you? You're such an asshole," Katsuki scolded as she prepared the herbal tea.

After I found the courage to open up to Katsuki, I took a deep breath and started to speak "katsuki I'm drinking because of you I'm doing all this to forget you I know you know don't play dumb"

Without saying anything, Katsuki quietly poured your tea and was about to open his mouth when Aiko's voice came.

He had woken up.

When Aiko came running into the kitchen and saw you, he immediately hugged you. "Mom!!! why are you here, are you here to take me away or are you moving in with us too, is that true dad!?"

You don't know how to explain it without offending him, he was very enthusiastic about it "actually-" katsuki interrupted you

"Your mom will stay with us until she overcomes some bad habits," Katsuki said, holding Aiko in his arms.

"What kind of bad habits!?" Aiko asked curiously, "It'll be too late to find out, brat. So you should go to bed and sleep now so you can grow up."

Aiko kissed you both and went back to his room. When he left, there was a silence between the two of you and you spoke to break the silence.

"Can we try to be a family again?"

"What's the harm in trying, fool?"

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[bakugou-katsukis-wife]

Pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff.

Summary: you've been caught singing and dancing in your room, you thought you were alone? Just you and your guilty pleasure? Nuh uh, your roommate, aka your boyfriend of 2 months, is still at home.

Warnings: none, just fluff ♡. (Reader is a swifty?) (Also, it's not proof read. Spare me-)

Here you were, having the time of your life; You danced across the room singing your heart out... your hair brush a make-shift mic for now.

You jammed to the most random Playlist of songs, not that it mattered. You felt free and yourself. Especially now that you were alone, you could sing and be all giddy over love songs you now imagine to be you and katsuki♡.

One second your singing 'my tears ricochet' by taylor swift doing the classic:

'I can go anywhere I want... anywhere I want,

Just. Not. Home.'

While sobbing your eyes out on top of your bed as you fail to do the movement due the blanket being too heavy on your back-

And then there's this other mood minutes after, here you're jumping around like a 5 year old singing 'Nonsense ' by Sabrina carpenter. All the while thinking of your one and only, katsuki.

As you tire out, and sad songs... well the song 'if the world was ending' came on,

You just sat there, an ugly crying mess while you sang your heart out, wether you were in tune or not you just cried thinking if katsuki left you... will this be the two of you?

As you spent your good time while thinking in your dilemma, you were all the while oblivious of a certain pair of vermilion eyes who watched all of these mood changes during the past 3 hours... which he had said he'd be out training.

Katsuki was about to leave, he was just by the door going to unlock it and go out. But that's when he heard your speakers start playing songs that you'd listen to in the car often.

He was obviously curious as to what was going on cause a few seconds later, sounds of thumping around came from inside your room.

He crept his way slowly, and stood right outside your door. He was gonna knock with his knuckles but as soon as he laid his knuckles on the door it creeked open just a bit, giving him some space to see through... and he did.

He saw you going around your room grabbing your hair brush as it it were a mic and he saw how big your smile was and just how happy you looked enjoying your own company.

He chuckled to himself...

He could train later. This is better entertainment.

He watched his girlfriend go through the 7 stages of grief, fall in love, fall off her bed, slip into her blanket as she still continued to sing though muffled. And he saw her sob.

Was it fun watching her do her thing? Fuck yeah.

But is it worth seeing her cry? The fuck do ya mean? He is going in there to smash this stupid speaker, that caused his pretty girl to be in tears.

Rest be assured, the speaker did get thrown on the floor and you were hundred percent taken care of that night.

Even if you were embarrassed at first, you explained how you were just having fun and weren't really heartbroken.

He's gonna buy multiple more speakers. You know it, He knows it too.

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[venny-the-mha-writer]

Bakugo x reader scenario

Sorry I took so long it probably won’t happen again I’m so sorry 😞

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You smiled, feeling overwhelmed with happiness. "I love you, Katsuki," you said, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling within you.

The ceremony proceeded smoothly, and soon it was time for the vows. Bakugo cleared his throat, his usual confidence giving way to a touch of nervousness. "I promise to always have your back, to support you in all that you do, and to love you fiercely, no matter what comes our way."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke your vows, promising to stand by him, to challenge him, and to love him unconditionally.

As the ceremony concluded, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Bakugo took your hand, leading you back down the aisle. Once outside, he pulled you close, whispering, "I can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you."

You hugged him tightly, overcome with joy. "I can't either, Katsuki. I love you so much."

The reception was a whirlwind of laughter, dancing, and heartfelt toasts. As the night drew to a close, Bakugo took your hand, leading you outside under the starry sky. "I can't wait to start this next chapter with you," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You leaned into him, feeling nothing but contentment. "Me too, Katsuki. Me too."

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Again guys I’m so sorry I was late😅

But requests are open😇.

[kayentokk]

How to Treat Your Husband

-Pairing;Bakugo Katsuki x Fem! Reader

-Synopsis;There are not many people Bakugo has -patience with, well let’s be honest there aren’t any people he has patience with. You are an exception to this rule, but what happens when you test the patience he has with you?

-contains; fluff, kisses, established relationship, little angst(not really), insecurities, body negativity, bondage(not really), suggestive themes, language

-wc;1224

-A/N; Bakugo is aged up. Should I do a part 2? Hope you enjoy!

Katsuki Bakugo. The reason for most of your problems and the love of your life, funny, right? You and Bakugo have been married for 3 years, with barely any problems, just the occasional insecurities.

Bakugo, as the CEO of his agency, is busy all the time. Well, at least to you. You're a CEO too, but you think that the amount of time he works is ridiculous and unhealthy.

This weekend he's going on a business trip, the one weekend he had off. Yeah he had off until one of the employees was suddenly "sick" and couldn't go on the trip. Him being the boss he had to step in.

You were so heavily upset. You couldn't believe that after so long he finally had the weekend off, and then *poof* weekend no more. When he told you he couldn't help but feel bad, trying in his own way to comfort you.

"Y/n I know you're really upset but I promise I'll make it up to you," he pleaded.

"And just how would you do that, Bakugo?" You only called him that when you were mad at him.

Groaning at the sudden bitterness Bakugo whined, "Babe come on, you know I love you. I'll be back in a couple days."

With that Bakugo kissed your forehead and left.

Tch whatever, you thought to yourself. How could he just leave like that? It's so easy for him. He can come and go as he pleases, without caring or spending time with me. The person who's supposed to be the love of his life.

I mean did he even love you anymore? You hated to say it but lately, you've been feeling unattractive. Yeah the kiss on your forehead reassured you a little, but at the same time you couldn't help but wonder, am I no longer attractive?

Lately you've been feeling so down, all of your friends seem so much slimmer and prettier in comparison to you. Sometimes you don't even want to bring Bakugo around your friends, even though you know he loves you. But these thoughts keep popping into your head and you can't help but feel like you're not enough.

Maybe it's just my insecurities? Yeah probably over reacting again...but I have gotten a little heavier lately...No Y/n! Shake these thoughts out, Katsuki loves you. He just has work, that's all.

That word, "work" always got in the way. You shoved your insecurities back where they came from and decided that you had enough. You decided you'd ignore Bakugo the whole weekend.

It couldn't be that hard besides he'd be too busy working to even text, you thought. Pressing Bakugo's buttons is never a good idea, and though you knew this you continued with your grudge.

Bakugo actually felt horrible. He tried texting you a few times but you dryly refused his advances.

KitKat🍫: I finished my meeting. I'll do my work today and I can come home in a couple more days.

You: ok.

KitKat🍫:...what did you do today? How was your day?

You: Nothing much. It was fine.

You almost felt scared, you could feel his anger through the phone. He was trying to keep his cool with you but man you were making it hard.

~Bakugo's POV~

Me: Listen Y/n I know you're mad at me and all but you can't just blow me off.

flame🔥: Says who? Last I checked I can do whatever I want, you do it all the time.

Me: Really babe? Come on, I'm really sorry ok?

I knew Y/n would be mad, but I didn't think she'd be this mad. It's taking all of my cool to not flip out. I will admit I have a soft spot for her but damn this woman can be feisty sometimes.

Not that I would ever say this to her but, I honestly think it's hot when she's mad. Which makes her even cuter.

Me: Baby, come on I'll be home in a couple days. Wanna call? Would that make you feel a little better?

Read at 7:41pm

Me: Babe, I understand you're upset, but ignoring me isn't gonna help.

Read at 7:52pm

Me: Are you fucking serious right now Y/n?

Read at 8:24

~No one's POV~

After you left him on read, multiple times, Bakugo was far more furious than he was before. He normally tried to keep his temper with you, considering you were the love of his life, but one thing he hated was being ignored. More specifically being ignored by you. You didn't care though, after all what could he do about it?

Oh pretty soon you'd see what he'd do about it.

A couple days later Bakugo came back from his trip, to your shared apartment, to find it empty. I mean it was 3:00 so you'd be at work, but the apartment wasn't just empty, it was a mess. Pillows thrown all over, dishes unwashed, trash not taken out. Bakugo was fuming, you knew he hated messes. Most of all he hated cleaning messes.

He quickly sighed to himself before beginning to clean up. He didn't know why he was cleaning up after your mess, that was definitely made on purpose, but he found himself wondering if it wasn't on purpose. We're you just that much of a mess without him? Definitely not, he thought to himself you just did it on purpose.

When you came home to a clean apartment, you were surprised. You thought he would have called you fuming, then it hit you he's home. Holy shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I mean what were you gonna do? You hadn't planned how you'd act out when he was there. It was easy over the phone but now he's here!

Shockingly, breaking you from your thoughts a warm embrace engulfed you. What is he doing? Is it some kind of trick? Was he actually sorry? You quickly pushed him off, and he sighed in despair.

"Y/n I need you to work with me here. I get you're upset but I'm actually sorry! You can't just give me the cold shoulder and ignore me!"

"Bakugo I don't have time for this right now, I'm tired."

"Really Y/n?," you couldn't look him in the eyes, but he stared deep into your e/c orbs. When you glanced at him his crimson gaze shifted, as if he had made a decision, one he didn't want to make. A last resort.

"Fine, have it your way" his normal gaze with you left, and an unreadable expression appeared. He pulled you in a swift movement by the arm, dragged you into your shared bedroom, and flung you on the bed.

"Baku-"

"Shut up," Bakugo huffed. Before you knew it he had untied his tie and it was now a restraint on your wrists.

"Man Y/n, I really tried but looks like this is the only way...I'll have to remind you how to treat your husband."

"Bakugo-"

"Ah ah ah," he cut you off. "I'll start with that mouth of yours, I am your husband, you will address me as so."

"B-but"

"Now, what is my name?"

"K-Katsuki," you mumbled.

"I couldn't hear you that well, but don't worry, I'm sure I will very soon."

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[blobfishbro]

BRO I CANT BAKUGOU KATSUKI MAKES ME FEEL THINGS ITS NOT EVEN THE FACT THAT HES HOT ANYMORE ITS THE FACT ALL UR GUYS FANFICS ARE THERE FOR ME WHEN EVERYONE ELSE IS NOT 😭😭

katsuki bakugou pulls u close after a long day the stench of work and effort fills the air “I missed you this mission is rlly a pain in that ass” you giggle “ seems like it’s keeping u busy then” you say with a tight smile. Katsuki let’s you go after a moment of symbolism walking to change out of his uniform into some fresh jammies you follow him not long after already missing the feeling of his toned arms around your plush skin.

You walk into the room to find him already trying to get into bed “your already getting comfy without me?!?!” He laughs at you like a little kid given candy “shush your complaining and hurry up and get into bed you dumbass” . You quickly obliged and hoped into your snug side on the left of the bed and slowly pulled the heavy blanket over your tired body.

As you two snuggle up together in your king size bed and say your goodnights You stare into his dark amber eyes and seeing the man you had always wanted blonde hair,comfortable,funny and yours. Before shutting your eyes to drift off into slumber you think to yourself “how could you ever live another day without katsuki” 🧡

[thehusbandoden]

Lashing Out -Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Wife!Reader

A/n: hope this is okay? Don't be afraid to leave feedback <3 Also I didn't know what to do for the title... gosh this sucks T^T

General info: Genre: angst to fluff/angst to comfort \\ wc: 1,270 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 03/19/24

Warnings!: angst, hurt, partner being harsh, partner being insensitive, crying, passive reader, mean Bakugo, and lashing out. I think that's all, pls let me know if I missed any!

You perk up as the front door opens, revealing your toned hubby. You giggle excitedly, your cheeks heating up and butterflies forming in your stomach from the sight of your beloved. It’s been three years since you said, “I do”, and yet you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again when your eyes met his attractive frame and familiar warm eyes.  

Bakugo, however, didn’t seem as excited to see you. He lets out a sigh as you wrap your arms around him, slinging an arm around one of your shoulders half-heartedly before semi-gently pushing you off him as he closed the door.  

You frown but shake it off. He must have had a hard day, right? It would be better to just be supportive and tone the affection down a bit. You follow him like a shadow as he takes his gauntlets off, dropping them to the floor. He strips his mask, neckpiece, and gloves off before slumping onto the couch.  

You gently take his combat boots off, pulling his socks off and grabbing some lotion. He must be exhausted and sore from work, maybe a foot massage would help? You lovingly begin to massage his sore feet, shyly looking up at him every once and a while. He doesn’t respond, keeping his face buried in his pillow.  

You continue to gently massage his feet as he lays on the couch mindlessly. Your fingernail grazes part of his foot, causing him to hiss and yank back, glaring down at you. “What are you doing?” He growls, shooting you a look of anger and... disgust.  

“I-I was massaging your feet baby. You seem to be having a hard time so I-”  

“Quit it. I’m not your baby, quite treating me like one. I don’t need you to coddle me. Go do something useful for once and leave me alone.” He spits, shooting you one last glare before darting off the couch and into your shared bedroom, slamming the door. 

You feel tears sting your eyes, but you shake your head, refusing to let them fall. You gingerly stand up, putting Bakugo’s hero gear away. You pick up the house for a while before sighing. You step up to your bedroom door and gently knock.  

“Ba- Katsuki? Can I come in?” You hear a grunt, not a clear yes or no.  

You step inside quietly, walking up to your husband in bed. He was staring up at the ceiling with a snarl etched on his handsome face. 

“What’s wrong, love? You know you can talk to me, right?” You murmur, placing your hand on his. He yanks his hand from yours, breaking the skin-on-skin contact. Your heart throbs in your chest, but you don’t push. 

“I’m having a hard day. Don’t make it worse for me.” He grumbles, turning away from you.  

“Did you eat?” You sigh, biting your lip in worry.  

Bakugo growls softly as he glares at you. “Quit nagging me and leave me be. Get out of my face, woman.”  

Your heart throbs harder against your chest as you feel tears sting your eyes. You nod quickly, looking at the floor so he doesn’t catch sight of your fragile emotional state.  

“I’m going to go to bed, do you still want me out of here?” You murmur gently. Bakugo groans, glaring harshly at you. 

“Yes! Get out of my hair! How many times do I need to repeat myself to you!?” You stand up as your heart throbs again. You quickly leave the room, causing Bakugo to huff in annoyance.  

Tears form at the corners of your eyes as you check the doors to make sure they’re locked, turn off the lights, and quickly get ready for bed. You brush your teeth and grab an extra blanket. You didn’t have pajamas out here, and you didn’t want to disturb your tired husband, so you just laid in the smaller bed, trying to get comfortable without the familiar heat of your beloved next to you. 

After tossing and turning for quite a while, you give up on sleep. Sighing, you hold yourself as you try to stop the tears. You know he’s just having a hard day, but it doesn’t make the throbbing in your chest lessen. You cradle a pillow close to your chest, hugging it tightly as you desperately try to not let any tears fall. 

His harsh words flash in your mind as you try to drown them out. 

One tear slides down your cheek. 

The way he addressed you as “woman”, as if you weren’t anything but an object. 

A second follows the first, the third swiftly following suit.  

How harsh he was with you. It was like you were a coworker or past classmate, not his wife. Much less the woman he had spent loving, courting, and cherishing since the second year of high school. 

The fourth, fifth, and sixth tear drop down your cheeks, causing the gates to crumble as multitudes of tears slip down your cheek, gathering at your chin before dripping onto your pillow.  

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stay quiet. You fight with yourself for a few moments before coming to a conclusion... what’s the point? He’s upset with you no matter what you do... so why hold it in? Why bottle up your feelings?  

A choked sob slips past your lips, tears quickening at your frustration for allowing yourself to make a sound. A second sob follows the first, and yet a third and fourth join your desperate cry for help.  

You feel yourself falling apart, just above the brink. You rock yourself back and forth, sobbing into your hand. You feel like you’re about to drown... and then it all stops. A warm hand gently touches your shoulder, a soft, familiar voice sounding in your ears.  

”Baby?”

A soft gasp falls from your lips, temporarily being drawn from your sorrow as your eyes meet crimson glory. Bakugo looks down at you in worry, quickly coming closer. He gingerly presses a hand to your upper arm in concern.  

Your tears bubble up as you try to contain your emotions, unable to speak. 

“Y/n baby... I-I don’t know what to say...” he mumbles, his hand finding it’s place on your head.  

“S-Suki...” you blubber out, the tears slipping. Bakugo’s crimson eyes burn with guilt as he wraps his arms around you, gently lifting you into his arms, like he first did as he brought you home from your joyous wedding.  

“Shhh it’s alright.” He murmurs in your ear, bringing you to your shared bedroom, laying you down on your bed. It was larger and much more comfortable. He quickly joins you, wrapping you into his hold and he whispers sweet things into your ear, an arm wrapped around you, a hand on your stomach and the other on your head, slowly petting your hair.  

You sniffle, trying to hold it in as you cling to the man you love more than anything. “Shh let it out baby. Let it all out.” Bakugo murmurs in your ear, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.  

You attempt to hold it in for a few more seconds before finally breaking, sobbing into your husband’s chest as you clench his shirt tightly. He caresses your head and back, kissing your endless tears away as he coos at you.  

“Jerk.” You sob, holding onto him tighter.  

“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry honey.” He mumbles against your skin, holding you a little tighter.  

Bakugo Katsuki was not one to apologize, but he would do anything for his beloved wifey.  

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