#domestic bakugo

[berryvioo]

Anyone remember the fic bakugou x his secretary where he’s obsessed with her I think maybe king katsuki wrote it I can’t find it anyway , if anyone remembers it pls mention it <3

[averysmolbear]

Happy Birthday, Asshole

A/N: This was super rushed so it's probably not going to be that good but I wanted to do a little something for Katsuki Bakugo's birthday before the day ran out!

CW: This is pure fluff. Established relationship with the reader. GN!reader. Some minor cursing (obviously given the title). Pro Hero!Katsuki (meaning he's aged up - in his 20s).

Pairing: Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x gn!reader

“It’s 3 in the morning,” Katsuki Bakugo whined as he squeezed his eyes tight.

You laughed, rolling your eyes a bit as you started to tug on your boyfriend’s arm. “It is not, you dramatic little shit,” you said, shaking your head. “Now get up!”

Katsuki grumbled and tried to roll over but you were still holding on to his arm like it was your lifeline and you might die if you let go. He used the hand that wasn’t in your iron grip to rub the sleep out of his eyes before squinting at the digital clock beside the bed the two of you shared. He was muttering curses under his breath as he started to sit up, knowing that you weren’t going to let him sleep in on his day off.

As he sat up, he sighed softly, glancing at your hand that was still holding his wrist. He snorted a soft laugh as you let go, a blush painting the apples of your cheeks a dark pink hue. Katsuki leaned toward you and gently kissed each of your cheeks with a gentleness that he reserved only for you. It, of course, only made your blush turn a deeper shade of red as you shyly tucked a bit of hair behind your ear.

“Alright,” he said as he shifted so his feet were finally on the floor. “I’m up. What’s the big deal?”

Your jaw fell slack as you looked at your pro hero boyfriend. “What’s the …” You clicked your tongue admonishingly and shook your head. “Katsuki Bakugo, it is your birthday. That’s what the big deal is!”

He rolled his crimson eyes as he climbed out of bed. Katsuki saw this as just another day. He hadn’t even realized that he was going to have the day off on his birthday this year. He would have been perfectly content busying himself with work today but then he ran the risk of everyone at the office trying to wish him a happy birthday or some other bullshit. And then there were the people on the street that he might run into on patrols.

Now that he thought about it, being off today was probably the best thing.

The only downside was the fact that you were going to try to spoil him although Katsuki didn’t want that. He pushed up off of the bed and headed for the bathroom without a word, earning a heavy sigh from you.

“You’re going to celebrate your birthday today if it kills you,” you said, loudly enough for Katsuki to hear you from the bathroom. Then you headed for the kitchen, knowing that your grumpy boyfriend wouldn’t be too far behind.

It was only a few moments later that he headed for the kitchen. With his arms folded across his chest, the blond leaned against the doorframe and watched you flutter around the kitchen with far too much energy right now. Still it brought a smile to his face, especially when he realized that you were making omurice for the both of you. He walked toward you after a moment, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzled his nose in your neck.

“You’re going to make me burn it!” you whined but the truth was that you loved the attention from Katsuki.

He ignored your protests, nipping and kissing along your shoulder and up the side of your neck. With another soft nip to your earlobe, he began rubbing his hands up and down your sides.

“It’s my birthday,” he finally said, his voice a little gruff. “If I want to kiss you, I will.”

You laughed softly and nudged him with your hip. You glanced over your shoulder at him and nodded toward the table. “Go sit down while I finish this,” you said, smirking when you heard Katsuki sigh and mumble about how it wasn’t fair that you could look at him like that and get your way all of the time.

You plated your food and carried both plates to the table, setting one down in front of Katsuki and the other by your chair. Immediately, Katsuki grabbed your plate and moved it so you could sit next to him instead of across from him. You shook your head at it before grabbing for a small wrapped box that you had sitting on the counter, thankful that your boyfriend hadn’t noticed it.

You set it in front of him before pulling a chair around so you could sit beside him. He looked up at you with a slightly raised eyebrow. The box was wrapped in shiny silver wrapping paper with an orange ribbon and bow. The tag on it read: Happy birthday, asshole. Katsuki snorted at that but he was smiling softly as he carefully unwrapped the gift. He unwrapped it like it was the most delicate thing in the world and he was afraid of breaking it.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. Of course your impatience made Katsuki move even slower. He laughed as you started to shake his arm with a soft pout on your lips. He leaned in and stole one quick kiss before he opened the small box.

He felt tears stinging in his eyes but he did his best to will them away. Inside the box was a small silver keychain that was engraved with both of your names on it. It was simple and probably didn’t cost a lot since it was just a small circle. It wasn’t anything flashy but it was everything to him.

“Thanks,” he softly said, almost whispering the word.

You smiled, proud of the fact that you actually made the great Dynamight emotional over a keychain. You cupped his face in your hands and peppered his face with kisses until he was laughing and telling you to stop.

“Happy birthday,” you softly say against his lips before kissing him, letting him be the one to pull back first as you giggled into the kiss.

Katsuki decided that maybe – maybe – for once his birthday didn’t have to be “just another day” for him. If he got to spend the day getting lost in you, that was all he needed.

[approvedtrash]

Soft BakuDeku

Bakugo Katsuki and FemDeku with some soft themes to help my heart feel better

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He just wanted to be home and eat the leftovers he made yesterday. He just wanted to sling off his heavy boots and sweaty gauntlets and let himself breathe for the first time today. Being a hero was exhausting but Bakugo Katsuki would never admit that to anyone. He couldn’t. He would suck it up and be back on patrol tomorrow, but tonight? He was going to indulge himself in some self-care, including a green-eyed green-haired minx. 

Walking into their shared apartment he already smelled food being heated up. He knew she would have things ready when he got here. Even if he was late. There was soft music playing and the news was set on low volume. He could hear slight off-key singing coming from the kitchen. Walking in there she was. His little Deku swaying to the music she had on. He appreciated her trying but he wasn’t about to let her ruin his dinner.

“Oi, nerd. I’m home, where’s my kiss huh?” He asked. His voice was rough and tired. 

“Kacchan! You’re home! Welcome back, missed you,” she said. Practically running over to him and jumping into his arms.

He swung her around the kitchen. His nose in the nape of her neck as she peppered his face with little kisses. Her giggling filled up the empty space in the kitchen. As he set her down she couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re not burning anything in here right?” He asked, his eyes scanning over the food.

“Kacchan! You’re mean, no. I will have it ready in a minute. Why don’t you go change and I’ll set everything out,” she recommended. 

“Tsk, don’t tell me what to do,” he grumbled as he walked out of the kitchen and into their room to change. 

When he came out he saw two candles lit on the table. Both sides had food placed in their respective spots. The news was off and the music was his favorite lo-fi mix. He wouldn’t admit it but he loved knowing he was taken care of and loved. Bakugo Katsuki was loud and explosive to everyone. Brash and straightforward, even to Izuku Midoriya. 

He didn’t know he loved her. Wasn’t aware that when his heart started to race when she was around it was because he couldn’t live without her. He just thought he was annoyed. So when he saw her in their final year at UA dressed for the last festival and she was in the beauty pageant his heart almost stopped. Drop-dead gorgeous in a silver floor-length dress as he watched her kick ass in the talent portion. 

Now here they were, three years after living their lives. Both Pro Heroes and enjoying whatever life had to offer. She was always smiling. Even when he had a scowl on his face, she would smile all day. 

He talked about his day and she listened intently. Her eyes went wide when he talked about the villain he was up against. She worried about him obviously, but wouldn’t say that. She knew he could handle anything. When they were done eating he got up to pick up the dishes but Izuku insisted she could take care of them. With some fighting, she lost. 

So while Bakugo and his stubborn-ass attitude put dishes away she skipped away to the bathroom. Quickly and quietly ran a hot bath for him when he was finished. With all of his favorite smells, that he would also never admit to. Lavender and honey filled the bathroom that connected to their shared room. When the blonde walked in he saw that she had laid out clothes for after and walked in to see what was happening.

Now Bakugo Katsuki wasn’t big on showing emotions, but damn if he didn’t stifle a few tears back. His muscles ached and longed for some relaxation. As she turned and smiled at him he felt his heart melt. Izuku walked up to him and started to peel away the layers he had. His shirt and pants came off quickly. She admired the scars that littered his body. The old and the new with all of the stories she was there to share. His boxers slid off and fell to the floor and as his layers were shed his skin got goosebumps. He wasn’t one for cold. 

Walking him to the edge carefully and helping him in she shut off the water and turned off the lights. The flickering of little tealights was the only source of light now.

“You comin’ in dumbass?” He asked.

Shaking her head, “No not tonight, let me just wash your hair.” 

He frowned but knew that if she joined him there would be no relaxation. He simply slid down so that his chin was in the water. Letting her run water down his back and in his hair to wet it before washing away the dirt and grime of a long day. Her voice echoed in the bathroom as the soft words came through. She was humming his favorite song. 

“You know maybe you aren’t such a dumbass nerd after all,” he sighed into the bubbles. 

She smirked and rolled her eyes. Knowing full well she was lulling him to sleep and could get him to say anything.

“Hey Kacchan, you ever think of our future?” She asked, in a whispered tone.

“Who doesn’t? Why would I want to think of the past?” He replied.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” She asked, massaging his scalp with her manicured nails. 

“Mmm, right here with you…maybe a pretty rock on that finger…” he said.

A small gasp came out but she didn’t want to wake him. The smile she had been wearing all day turned into a lip bite. She had been putting his clothes away when she found it. The velvet box with the ring she had seen a few weeks ago. He was snoring now which meant he wouldn’t remember any of this but she would carry this memory with her for the rest of their lives.

[keikiri-kitten]

thinking about prohero! bakugou who loves to heat his hands up before planting a firm, hard smack on your ass every time he sees you cooking. typically he is the one to prepare the meals, so when you ask to make his favorite meal, he knows he going to make this a fun experience. he's got this smirk plastered over his mouth and you can feel the mischief radiating off of him. you can quite literally hear the bass in the palms of his hands as he's approaching you before you brace for impact. the heat is crackling before the sparks disappear in smoke.

it's not just a playful smack that he gives you, but he loves to smack and then squeeze your ass before leaning in and pressing the most loving and adoring kiss to your temple. you see, his plan originally was to simply tease you. his body gets close up behind you and his hands snake from your bottom to underneath your shirt so they can grip your waist. while his hips push your body up against the kitchen counter, katsuki's face rests in the groove of your neck to watch what you're up to. however, he only catches your hands shaking and nearly ruining the precision of your cutting because of his disrespectful behavior. you swore you could have melted to the floor if he wasn't holding you up. "fuck'n ridiculous," he grumbles in amusement. "if i wanted somethin' outta ya, i guess i know where to start, huh?"

"shut up, katsuki."

[heartofjasmina]

Bakugou and bitch!reader who is his assistant at his hero agency. He's head over heels for you and everyone can tell-- except you. You're too busy kicking yourself for losing your temper with your crush. This time it was a PR campaign he ruined with one crass comment, as usual, and you lost it. "Do you know how much money that campaign was gonna make for your hero agency you absolute moron!?" He just smiles at you, as if to make you even more mad. "It took three months of emailing to set this up and your big fat mouth just had to go and ruin it. I don't know why I put up with you in the first place." Katsuki's just watching you with hearts in his eyes wondering if he asks you to marry him right this second what you'll do. Probably punch him.

[alrightberries]

sometimes it's hard to believe that your relationship with katsuki is optional and that both of you can opt out any time you want because he's always just - there.

picking you up and dropping you off from work. meeting you at a 711 every tuesday and thursday for a quick lunch when he's on break from patrol. dragging you away from a stationary store because he saw the way your eyes lit up and immediately felt a pang in his wallet because he loves you, damn it, but your career's just starting and he went pro only six months ago and finances are tight and you're laughing and saying that "i'll only take a look!" but it's not you he's worried about splurging, it's him and his urge to spoil you and give you anything you want on a silver platter.

and katsuki finds it hard to believe that your relationship is optional, too.

not when he's sending you links to his updated work calendar - yes, he's that type of person - the second he gets his monthly schedule so you could compare it to yours and find time for dates. not when he's picking up some chocolate from the grocery store on his way back from a patrol because you've been grumpier than usual and he's got a feeling your stash is almost out and you're rationing what you have left. not when he comes back from work and he already knows you're holed up in your shared bedroom, wearing his shirt with another one draped on a pillow next to you because his work schedule's charted but the reality is his shifts are unpredictable and there's no telling if he'll be back by dinner or two o'clock in the morning, and you've always slept better when he's by your side.

you've become so ingrained in his daily routine and him in yours that the thought of not coming home to you or waking up to you never once crosses his mind.

but that's fine, he thinks. there's a pretty diamond ring waiting in his winter coat pocket, tucked away in the back of the closet for when things are a little more okay, when your careers are stable, and he can finally afford to spoil you the way you deserve - and your relationship will be optional no more.

[mikulovingtrash]

Dating Katsuki is funny because he's been waking up bright and early at 5:00 am since his U.A days. As the days go by, you stop waking up by yourself, instead, you wake up next to a warm lingering feeling in the bed. That warm feeling eventually turns to Katsuki, even though it's 10:00, way later than he used to wake up. When you ask him about it, all you get is him pulling your body closer, telling you to go back to bed.

[shiggybrainr0t]

i was going through @willowser writing tag and reading all their stuff, as one does, and found their response to how bakugo would react whenever you tell him about a creepy guy and it got me thinking….yall know that tiktok trend about the fake Dimitri voicemail 💀 this turned out to be 90% domestic katsuki and only 10% him responding to a creepy guy so I’m sorry 😞

divider made by @cafekitsune 🖤

warnings: one fake creepy guy, comment about abuse and anxiety (not from bakugo)

Whenever you walk inside your shared apartment, you make sure to school your face into one of neutrality. You feel like you should know better than to do something like this, but Denki got this little prank into your mind and said he would give you 3,000 yen if you actually did it and well- who are you to turn that down.

Katsuki is sprawled shirtless on your couch, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips as he snoozes with his arms behind his head. He makes the couch look hilariously tiny, with the way one leg is hanging off the edge and the other is bent just so his torso will fit. You can tell he has just taken a shower by the way his hair is a couple shades darker than normal and sticking about in odd ways. Seeing him there makes you forget about what you were set on doing, and you gaze at his golden form for a minute until you shifting has the floor creaking and one of his eyes opening lazily.

You know that he knew you were here the moment your keys jingled outside the door, but it was you not coming over and immediately plopping on top of him like usual that prompts him to make a grabby hand in your direction, a soft scowl on his face as you continue to stand there.

“Why’re you just standing there?”

His rumbling, sleepy voice breaks you out of your stupor and you continue on your journey towards your boyfriend. Unceremoniously, you drape yourself over his form, making him grunt at the impact even though he was expecting it. It’s muscle memory the way your legs tangle with his, and the way one strong arm wraps around you to grip at the squishy part of your side, all insecurities long lost in the safety of his arms.

His scent surrounds you, the smell of caramelized sugar and his body wash filling your senses, making you wiggle up to place your nose into the crook of his neck. You sniff loudly, giggling when he palms your face to push you away.

“Fuckin’ weirdo.”

After settling, you both bask in each other’s presence for a little while. You’re content to end the evening like this, until Denki’s stupid face flashes through your mind. Nonchalantly, you start to trace little patterns on Katsuki’s smooth chest, saying his name softly. At his responding hum, you start telling your tale.

“You know we have a new neighbor downstairs….” He doesn’t reply, only adjusting his grip on you slightly and raising one blonde eyebrow whenever you look up at him.

“Well, his name is Dimitri and he isn’t from here. He seemed a little lost, and he doesn’t really know anybody yet, so I gave him my number in case he needed help.”

“…..I don’t like where this is going.” Katsuki looks down at you, giving himself a double chin because of the angle. Annoyingly, he’s still gorgeous.

Put on, you sigh and trace “I love you” lightly into his skin. You know he got it, because he buries his nose into your hair and kisses your forehead in response.

“He started calling me a lot, even after I told him I had a boyfriend who could snap him in half-“

“Fuck yeah I could.”

“-and he left me this voicemail that was weird.”

You trail off, and at his raised eyebrows and slight shake of his head saying “well?” grab your phone and pull up the video Denki sent you, making sure the screen isn’t visible and press play.

The grainy sound of a voicemail fills the space, “Dimitri’s” voice starting up quickly.

“It’s Dimitri again. I left you a message a couple days ago. Now here’s the way I work: I don’t like leaving second messages.”

Your boyfriend’s jaw drops slightly at the sudden change of tone in Dimitri’s voice.

As “Dimitri” begins to tell you all his attributes, Katsuki’s face begins to screw up. The list of why “Dimitri” is an amazing guy and why he should be your boyfriend is a long one, and you can see Katsuki becoming more and more irritated as the voicemail continues.

“I’m giving you until 3 o’clock to return my call. I can understand if you’ve got some other issues…like maybe you were abused or you have an anxiety disorder and you’re on medicine for that-“

A warm and calloused hand engulfs yours to turn your phone off. Katsuki gently shoves you off of him, standing up and stretching lightly before turning to you.

“What apartment is he in again?” Your shocked face makes him turn around, quickly putting on some slippers and forgoing a shirt to step out of your apartment and into the hallway.

“I’ll find it.”

He’s already down the hall, bare back tense and cocking his head to the side as he jabs at the elevator buttons whenever you make it off the couch and out the door.

An apartment down, your neighbor perks up when she hears your voice, and goes to peek out her door. Where you are, your hunk of a boyfriend isn’t far behind.

“Kat-Katsuki it was a prank!”

[little-fairy-forest]

Katsuki stares down at the tiny sonogram of your baby. Not even big enough yet to move, but damn does this kid already look like him.

"When does it start to look like me?" Katsuki asks as he doesn't take his eyes off the black and white photo in his hands whilst you tidy up the kitchen.

"Who said the baby will look like you? That would be a crime against humanity, " you joke as you move around to your husband

"The fucker looks like me already, can tell by it's massive head"

*thump*

"Katsuki, stop calling the baby 'it' firstly, secondly, it hasn't fully developed yet! The baby will grow into it's features the bigger they get.." You roll your eyes as you look down at the newest sonogram of the little life growing inside of you

"Besides, if the baby turns out ugly like you were, I'm sure they'll get my gushing personality," you joke as it's now Katsuki's turn to roll his eyes

"Yeah, yeah, I may have been an ugly duckling, but look at me now, babe! I'm a fucking god" katsuki proudly stated as he shows off his muscles...

Where did you get his man from?

Are you ready to have a mini Katsuki running around the house?

[prodkatsu]

types of dates with him ⨾ bakugou katsuki

katsuki would much rather spend the day in then go out among the people. intimate moments are something he cherishes a lot. he would want to cook for you, give you a massage and prepare a bubble bath for you.

on days when katsuki is tired from working all day but he had previously promised he would watch movies with you, he would do his best to fulfill it. even when you tell him that he should take rest and sleep, he would be persistent and make you watch the movie you guys had planned on watching. now it's beside the point that he fall asleep on your lap by the interval.

days when katsuki is feeling rather energetic, he would cook dinner while you sit on the counter beside him. he would ask you to taste how this dish tastes or how that plating looks. you would joke about him leaving his hero work and just becoming a househusband, and he would throw his head back laughing at your jokes.

the domesticity in the way katsuki hold your waist and dance with you in the kitchen after you two are done eating. you would offer to wash the dishes and he would suggest that he dry them.

on days when katsuki works late but still wants to see you, he would knock on your window, when you're quietly watching tv, and hold up the takeout boxes he got from your favourite restaurant. he would take you to the rooftop of your building and you two would eat the food while sharing quiet laughter and soft whispers. he would have to leave soon so he would take you back to your apartment and press one passionate kiss on your lips and one on your temple and then leave.

katsuki, after he returns from an overseas trip, would take you out on a shopping spree and would spoil you with riches. then you two would dine in a private restaurant and go back home to whisper words of affection on each other's body.

random dates on the balcony of your apartment is a regular occurrence when you're dating katsuki. he's a man with a loud personality but he enjoys the quietness more than anyone.

long drives or an impromptu outing are sometimes a part of the deal. when katsuki is feeling anxious or wants to escape with you, he would suggest a long drive to the mountains and drinking beer cans on the hood of the car. or sometimes early morning walk on the shoreline of the sea.

katsuki is a man who lives for the intimate small moments that come with loving a person. he enjoys the loudness that is present around him but nothing can compare to the love he has for the quiet moments he shares with you.

© prodkatsu 2023 — do not plagiarise, translate or repost my work on any other sites. the characters that i write about are not mine (sadly), they belong to their respective creators.

[10liver]

Reader meets the Bakugous

Cw; Fluff, established relationship, Aged up AU, Fem!Reader

"Baby, calm down, they're not all that bad." He lightly comforted, kissing the top of your head with a concerned frown as his thumb caressed your hip.

"But what if they don't like me?" You deeply frowned at the thought.

"They'll love ya, swear it." He whispered.

You hummed, still concerned, but wanting to get this over with already. It's better to deal with it than fret more than needed.

Katsuki put his large hand on the small of your back as he coaxed you closer to his home, where he lived before becoming a hero.

He glanced down at you when the both of you were directly in front of the door, rubbing his thumb against your waist instead.

"You ready, princess?"

You hesitated before taking one final shaky deep breath,

"Yeah."

"Katsuki!"

The both of you flinched at the loud, booming voice from within the house followed up by the sound of padded feet sprinting towards the door.

BAM

You stared dumbfoundedly at the Katsuki-looking woman, watching as the rabid look on her face quickly shifted to one of sharp yet fond.

She glanced back and forth between Katsuki and you, seeming to examine what was going on before an exaggerated gasp left her lips.

"Katsuki, is this your new little girlfriend??"

"Fiancée." He corrected, looking down at you with the same loving gaze you've learned to love.

The woman squealed before taking your arm and bringing you inside with haste, dragging you towards the living room couch.

Katsuki chuckled behind you before making his way after you after closing the door behind him.

"So, how has he been treating you? Has he ever yelled at you? What're your thoughts on having kids?"

She continued to bombard you with questions with an eager-ish face, cupping your hands in hers as she sat beside you.

Katsuki blinked before lightly scowling at his mother, followed up with a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Damn it, old hag, you're scarin' 'er."

"Quiet." She retorted, glaring over her shoulder at the large hero.

His eye twitched with annoyance before he glanced behind him at the sound of sniffling, looking slightly down to see his father looking proudly up at him.

"Dad." He said simply before enveloping him in a hug,

You and her watched this bondful moment unfold with a soft smile, the sharp features mostly disappearing as she practically melted at the sight.

"I've missed you, son."

"I've missed you both, too."

"Damn it, Katsuki! Just had ta burn the chicken cutlets, didn't you!?"

"Wasn't my fault, you old hag!"

"Hey, hey, let's all calm down now."

"Shut up!"

You watched in silence as the family bickered, gently fiddling with the utensils as you awkwardly stared.

You flinched when you heard a slap, gaping when you saw your Fiancée's head lightly bowed down.

"FUCK OFF."

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH!"

"Language everyone–"

You sigh, shaking your head before clicking your tongue and smiling lovingly once more.

Maybe they aren't all that bad afterall.

[berryvioo]

Helloo~ there was a fic series about Bakugou x garden reader I couldn’t find it basically the reader has a house with a garden and there’s romance between her and bakugou . What’s the name and who wrote it , thanks 🙏

[averysmolbear]

Home

CW: there’s like one pet name used, some minor cursing and the whole thing insinuates the two are in an established relationship otherwise it’s really just some domestic fluff with Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo and the reader (meaning aged up characters! -- probably about early to mid twenties). It hasn't been proofread so if there's any mistakes, they're all mine. And if the characterization is off, well, that's on me too. I tried to keep it gender neutral as well. Hope I succeeded in all my vagueness!

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo/gn!reader

Katsuki Bakugo was exhausted from a long day patrolling the city. There hadn’t been too much for him to do but that just made his day feel that much longer. All he had been thinking about was getting back home to you. Katsuki wanted to stretch out on the couch with his head in your lap while you played with his hair, the two of you watching some mindless television and stuffing your faces with junk food.

He had called you at home a couple of hours before the end of his day, mentioning that you should run to the store for snacks and he would bring home takeout for dinner. He had been halfway home before he remembered the takeout, making a stop at your favorite ramen shop to get both of you something to eat.

Katsuki kicked off his shoes at the door, bag in hand. He could see you sitting on the couch from the door and it brought a lazy smile to his face. It didn’t matter how tired he was, seeing you always brought a genuine smile to his face. Today was no exception.

He had to stifle a yawn as he shuffled his way over to the couch, flopping down next to you. You had been so engrossed in the television that you hadn’t heard Katsuki come in so you jumped a little when you felt him sit down beside you.

“Sorry, doll,” he mumbled softly, his smile slowly turning into a playful smirk.

You took a deep breath, smelling the food in the bag he had placed on the table. You were ready to dig in but you didn’t grab it yet, wanting to give your boyfriend your full attention now that he was home again. “Mm,” you hummed with a soft laugh. “It’s alright. How was your day?”

Katsuki stifled a yawn, laying his head against yours. His eyes slowly closed as he snuggled in next to you and you knew that meant that he was exhausted. While he was cuddly at home when it was just the two of you, Katsuki never relaxed into you this much unless he was absolutely worn out from work.

You nudged him gently with your shoulder. The scowl that Katsuki gave you made you softly laugh. You pressed a gentle kiss to his temple before pushing up from the couch to get up, causing your boyfriend to grumble softly under his breath. You laughed to yourself as you heard him cussing under his breath as he tried to get comfortable without you there.

He leaned back on the couch, arms both resting along the top of it, as he watched you move around the kitchen with an eyebrow slightly raised. “Whatcha doing?” Katsuki asked, a slight frown on his face because he missed having you close but he was too tired to join you in the kitchen.

“You mentioned snacks when you called so I’m getting the snacks. That way we can just pick something to watch and neither of us will have to leave the couch unless we need a bathroom break or we’re ready for bed,” you called over your shoulder as you glanced back at your boyfriend. When you smiled sweetly at him, you were rewarded with a lazy, sleepy smile from Katsuki as he nodded his head.

With a bowl of freshly popped popcorn in one hand and a bag that had various candies and each of your favorite bottled beverages in the other, you made your way back to the living room. Katsuki was on his feet the moment you came into view, hurrying over to take everything from you as you laughed at him for it. He quickly set everything up on the table, including your dinner as you grabbed the remote to start scrolling through one of the streaming services the two of you subscribed to so you could find something to watch.

“You want to watch MasterChef with me?” you asked, turning your head to see Katsuki already devouring the bowl of ramen he had ordered for himself. You giggled at the sight of him slurping up the noodles and shook your head. “You started without me? Now you’re stuck watching MasterChef for sure.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes a bit but his mouth was too full for him to argue. Plus he knew how much you enjoyed watching these reality shows that he didn’t have it in him to say no. In fact, he tended to indulge you often, not denying you most of the things you wanted. He did, however, slow his eating a bit because he knew that you’d soon be scolding him for eating too quickly if he didn’t.

You dug around in the bag to get your food, smiling as you realized that Katsuki had made sure to order your food exactly the way that you liked it. He was always so good about recalling details like that, especially with your food orders. It wasn’t that you were picky but you did have preferences and Katsuki remembered each and every one of them. You settled in as the first episode started, chopsticks in one hand and takeout bowl in the other.

By the time the two of you had made it through about three episodes, you had settled back on the couch and Katsuki had laid across it with his head in your lap. Absent-mindedly, you began to scratch his scalp and play with his hair. Katsuki’s ruby eyes slowly started to close and he let out a contented sigh but even through heavy-lidded eyes, he was watching the show more carefully than you suspected.

“I can’t believe that idiot doesn’t know how to properly dice an onion. How did he even make it on the show?” he murmured in an annoyed tone.

You laughed softly and shrugged your shoulders quickly. “I suppose you think you could do better?” You knew you were goading him on but you couldn’t help it. Katsuki was so competitive about everything and you always ended up amused by his reactions when you watched a competition show with him.

“Of course I could!” he stated a little more loudly. He turned his head in your lap to glare up at you and even though you looked down at him with such soft and loving eyes, Katsuki looked indignant. “You want me to make dinner tomorrow and show you I can do better than this extra?”

It was Katsuki’s day off tomorrow although you still had to work. You knew that he was going to need something to do while he was home alone and he did enjoy cooking. You weren’t sure what that was going to mean for the state of your shared kitchen though but you had to admit that the idea of coming home to a home cooked meal didn’t sound terrible.

“You promise to clean up after yourself while you make dinner?” you asked in a gentle tone, still lazily playing with your boyfriend’s hair.

Katsuki paused for a moment, his expression somewhere in between being completely relaxed by your touch and upset that you would think that he would leave the kitchen a mess. Finally he sighed, his head turning back toward the television. “The kitchen will be spotless,” he said as he nodded his head just slightly. “And you’re going to get the best meal you’ve ever had. Just you wait.”

“You really don’t have to do that,” you said, shaking your head as you looked down at him. You could see how determined he looked, however, and you knew there would be no way for you to change his mind. “But if it keeps you busy tomorrow while I’m at work, I’m all for you making dinner. I’ll even do the dishes after we eat.”

“Bullshit,” Katsuki muttered, shaking his head lazily. The last thing that he wanted was for you to lift a finger tomorrow and if that meant arguing with you over it, so be it. “You’re not doing a damn thing tomorrow but eating what I make for dinner.”

You sighed, knowing there was no way to argue with him once he set his mind to something. “Stubborn ass,” you softly said and you knew Katsuki heard you when the corners of his mouth quirked upward slightly. “Just watch the stupid show.”

Katsuki laughed, the sound somehow lazy and loud all at once, because he knew that he was getting his way for once. Of course it meant that he was, yet again, spoiling you but he didn’t mind. You were the only person he wanted to spoil and he would do it every single day for the rest of your lives if you let him.

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[willowser]

willow!!! how do u think katsuki texts!!!!

oh i love this topic LMAOOO i think he's. so bad. i mean !! i think he gets better over time but in the beginning especially, he's so dry and clean cut. i think a lot of it has to do with the fact that he's not really a "small talk" kind of person ?? so dragging out a conversation through text is probably so pointless to him, i think, when he could just call you and get it over with. say what he needs to say, find out what he needs to find out.

but !! when you're pursuing someone !!! you wanna text them !! so i think he's a very straightforward texter. to initiate a conversation, i think he just says, "how are you?" and if you respond, like, oh i'm good how are you !!, then he just says, "good." LMAOOOOO

in a way though i think he's a little more ??? honest ?? open ?? on the phone ?? like if you text him i can't wait to see you tonight :) instead of getting all shy and pink (he still does, you just can't see him), he says, "me too." LOL i would have a fit texting him like i really think he is so dry.

later in your relationship though i think he would send you little "love you" or "miss you" texts 🥺 maybe an emoji or two !! a little better but not much LOL

[shutit-haha]

Retired MafiaBakugo HC

Bakugo isn't that much older than you, he just acts like he is. His body aches sometimes, muscles spasming or clenching involuntarily. If he steps wrong his knee pops out of place and you've got to push it back in. There's bullet wounds you don't like to look at for too long since he only has them because of you.

Playfully you call him your old man, to which he responds one of two ways. On tired days: he'll sigh, hands reaching for you while he growls out an "I know."

On those days where he's feeling more like himself, he'll bark, face scrunching into a snarl. "I'm not old dammit! We're nearly the same fucking age!"

You especially like saying it while he's busy doing something. Like how he struggles bench pressing while snarling at you, or the one time he fucked up his measuring too busy arguing with you. You're just such a big distraction, can't think of anything else once you've gotten his attention.

Bakugo still acts like he's in the Mafia, he can't help it. You've tried to teach this old dog new tricks but he found his tricks transfer over real well. When ever new people come around he squares up and cracks his neck. He stares them down all scary and intimidating. He takes up as much space as possible when entering a room.

Your husband when not on the phone rest it on his crotch and inner thigh just like he used to with his gun.

He speaks to you without speaking to you. Blinks for just a second longer when he's about to lose his temper. You rush into conversations all polite and open-minded. Even though the conversations have moved from negotiations that could end in death, to "I'm surprised you do all the house work." Sometimes it just means you need to take a breath and let the argument end where it is.

He'll raise his pointer finger and beckon you closer with a curl from the end. He watches you carefully waiting for you to tap your finger twice as a signal to him. Though now it's only reserved for when you can't breathe while he's down your throat, he remembers it from when things would start to get unsafe. Your husband watches for that fake smile you give, flashing a single one of your fangs. You use it when you need to get out of places, this includes awkward conversations.

You've grown used to his paranoia. Checking the locks on the doors everytime he passes them. Keeping the garage key opposite to where the garage is. Occasionally he'll take a different route home just to see if that car was really following him. You learned not to get too attached to these houses after the third move, to which your husband promised was your last. True to his word you've lived stabile in this home just fine.

You've grown used to his nightmares, finger twitching in his sleep like it's still on the trigger. Groans that arch his back, and have him double over his stomach. He can still feel the searing pain that comes with the bullets. The ones that penetrate leave mark deep with his brain despite never coming close to his head. He only remembers them, because they're yours. Because the bullets were fired for you, shots that never hit but were supposed too. He was lucky enough to jump in the way in time, shooting out his rounds just moments before he was even hit.

Katsuki killed that bastard. There's no question about it. It was nice and slow, and he'd do it again.

[heartofjasmina]

pro hero!Katsuki getting sent all sorts of stuff from panties to money and jewels, to paternity tests. and then, there's your letter. handwritten in cursive and faintly smelling of lilies. you just wanted to thank him for saving your garden while fighting a villain a week ago. it was your mothers and everything in it had been grown by the two of you. you even included a picture with a new sign nailed to the fence that said "saved by Dynamight" and the date. it was so stupidly adorable he goes around with a smile the next few weeks, your letter tucked into his back pocket.