#bakugou asks

[000bun]

[rottmntrulesall]

Thinking about how this implies that izuku talks about katsuki when he’s with her

[habken]

pigtail pulling

[kitkat13001]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚘𝚑, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠…

⤷ mha x f!reader (use of she/her pronouns, fem. relationship labels)

⭑ number-one hero deku, sitting on the couch across from his girlfriend in his pajamas, applying matching green face masks and giggling at the mess they’re making

⭑ cold and formidable pro-hero shoto, cross-legged on the wood-paneled floor with his wife as they share a bottle of wine, despite the large vacant table and long vacant counter, laughing quietly about the most recent scandal at work

⭑ great explosion murder god dynamight, begging for mercy as his fiancée sits atop his chest grinning triumphantly and tickling him without remorse, his eyes watering and lungs burning because she knows exactly the spot that makes him unravel 

⭑ fashion icon pinky, known for her model-worthy looks, bundled up in blankets and stolen hoodies and mismatched socks and sweatpants with her girlfriend as the two of them binge-watch all five seasons of riverdale 

⭑ charming and dashing hero chargebolt, sitting in front of the tv at seven am, sharing a blanket with his fiancée and watching cartoons and eating cereal because neither of them wanted to cook and definitely not resembling two responsible adults whose wedding is in two months

⭑ the ever cool and composed ingenium absolutely losing his shit because his wife was unaware that the dominos pasta containers are aluminum and cannot go in the microwave, as they found out the hard way, the pair now staring at a crispy microwave and charred countertop

⭑ sweet and kind uravity who becomes an absolute menace when up against her girlfriend at mario kart because they agreed the loser would do the dishes and she refuses to even touch that mountain of plates after tamale night 

⭑ the manliest of all heroes, red riot, who swears there is no manlier thing than going for drive-thru at one in the morning with his fiancée in the passenger seat because they had a fry craving

masterlist — dividers by @/cafekitsune

[lightseoul]

a/n. it's been a hot minute, y'all. this is inspired by a reel i saw on instagram (@dagirlythang), although i believe this is one of those notorious accounts that reposts content from other creators without proper citation :\ still, credit is due where it's (partially) due. anywho, i haven't written in a WHILE, but i hope this still scratches the itch for some of you. enjoy! (0.6k)

“here, kats.”

from where he’s just put the car in park, bakugou looks at you—first, instinctively—then carefully, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sight of what you’re holding.

his normally crimson eyes that are seeming darker under the dim light of his brand new porsche dart up to meet yours. “the fuck is that?”

you frown at his unexpectedly hostile reaction, although it’s quick to morph into a look of realization when it hits you belatedly.

“shit, sorry,” you half-laugh, half-sputter, hurriedly returning it to your bag before reaching into its depths for your phone. you thumb in your password in almost less than a second, gaze trained on the app as you click it, “i forgot you preferred cashless transactions.”

you’re in the middle of typing in bakugou’s phone number—you’re embarrassed to admit you already have it memorized just two weeks into dating him—when your device is unceremoniously yanked out of your grip—so fast that you could barely squeak in surprise. you whip to face the pro-hero—about to reprimand his ear off for ripping it away from your hands like that—when you catch a glimpse of his features and all the words suddenly die in your throat.

uh oh.

“tell me,” he starts, voice low, and you find yourself gulping despite yourself. “did i buy this car so i can quit hero work and be a driver?”

“…no?”

a scowl. “then why are you treating me like i’m you’re fucking uber?”

you blanch. “i’m not! i just figured i give you some gas money.”

“why the fuck would you send me gas money?”

you know better than to answer that, so you shake your head and ignore the way he’s practically glowering at you, before pulling out the wad of cash from earlier, “is this much okay—”

“you ain’t sending me shit,” bakugou essentially spits—cutting you off—just as he reaches over the console and thrusts your hand back into your wallet.

he’s still gripping onto your phone.

you toss him an exasperated expression.

that earns you an eye roll. “don’t.”

you pout. “why won’t you let me help?”

“this isn’t about help, dumbass,” bakugou drawls, mirroring your irritation. “i won’t be caught dead asking my girlfriend for money.”

you try to breeze past the way he just referred to you as his girlfriend, masking your fluster with a scoff. “so it’s a pride thing now?”

the ash-blonde sneers. “more like the bare fucking minimum.”

to that, you snort, although you can’t fight the smile that tugs at your lips. “easy for you to say, rich guy.”

“watch it,” he warns, and you break into a laugh, then laugh harder when his mouth wobbles in a sorry attempt to keep a stern face.

that grants you a playful punch to the shoulder, which you take in stride, still chuckling. soon enough, the air falls into a quiet lull with neither of you making a move to get out and into your apartment’s parking lot. this goes on for a few beats, before bakugou finally breaks the silence.

“p-promise me.”

bewildered, you glance at the pro-hero, who’s looking straight ahead onto the wall beyond the car. “promise you what?”

he swallows, as if nervous. “that you’ll get used to this.”

your eyes widen, suddenly speechless. the urge to ask him what he means by ‘this’ quickly surfaces—something tells you it’s more than just him spending on you—albeit dies down just as swiftly. the last thing you want is to ruin the moment.

instead, you settle with peering at him curiously for another minute, before: “…do i have a choice?”

at that, bakugou turns to you, grinning. “nah.”

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.

[katsukimybf]

bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)

[awkwardbakugou]

HE GOT IT SIGNED IM CRYING

[lilacgaby]

we see the PRO HERO BAKUGO OBSSESSED IN AN INTERVIEW, wut if we see the media finally seen a glimpse of his wife and fawning over them because they are really gorgeous. and finnaly having an interview with them two together ^^

katsuki’s personal life had always been a hot topic of discussion for the media.

he was just so mysterious, whenever a small clip or photo of you two holding hands on an outing popped online it'd trend for the week among not only his fandom, but others.

more accurately, they wanted to know who the gorgeous girl was.

you, who always looked candid. your off guards looking planned as even in your worst moment, you still looked your best.

people who speculated you were a small model, a makeup ambassador, an idol? they didn't know, all they did was that you were way too gorgeous to just be a civilian.

so imagine everyone's surprise when you and him have an interview together, holding hands over the small distance between the two couches.

how they adored your smile, the way you seemed to glow even under the unflattering fluorescent lights.

how they could notice a lot of katsuki's influence in your speech, you covering your mouth for the nth time that interview, cursing almost more than katsuki.

how he looked at you. how you looked at him, how you both still seemed to be flustered by each other even though you'd been dating for years.

you left, hand in hand, then finally noticing the huge ring on your finger.

it was now your turn to be surprised, as the public had grown to adore you. brands, agencies, sponsors all calling and offering sums of money you couldn't count just for an endorsement.

katsuki, who could only laugh as the first one you accepted was one modeling his merch.

[deadhands69]

bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood!

Oh hi there, you seem excited!

I’ll bite…

You wake up in the morning next to your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the comforter is tented as he lays flat out on his back.

“Good morning,” you say as your fingers trace the elastic of his boxers.

“Mornin–” he glances down, “ohhhhh, morning.” 

He rolls over to kiss you, letting your hands explore him over the fabric. 

“Had a dream about you,” he mumbles.

“I can feel that,” you giggle.

He climbs over you, caging you between his arms as his hips rut against you for friction. When he slides his boxer briefs off, you know: 

It’ll be a great morning.

[noodles-and-tea]

Do you support bkdk? Bc………. You knowwww

Who’s to say.

[habken]

How do you think Katsuki reacts to seeing Izuku after she chops off her hair?

she crashed out later in private

[siennasfantasies]

Imagine this ✋🏽🤚🏽

You and Katsuki have two children. You're in your mid-30s, and Katsuki is in his late 30s. Your oldest child is a 7-year-old boy, and your baby girl is currently 2.

Your son takes after you in almost every way—his hair, eyes, nose, lips, and expression all reflect your features. However, it’s undeniable that he has his father’s essence, too.

His eyes are the only feature he inherited directly from Katsuki, and his personality? An exact mirror of his father’s.

You couldn’t help but be in love with the perfect blend of you and Katsuki in this small child. And, to be honest, the little boy was a Mama’s boy through and through. His whole world seemed to revolve around you, and Katsuki didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he found it amusing to watch you pinch his son’s cheek with a frown, while Hiro stood there with a mock scowl on his face.

"Hiro, enough with the fights. You know better," Katsuki chuckled from the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed, watching you fuss over your son the same way his own mother had once fussed over him.

"Yes, Mama," Hiro muttered, his backpack still on, eyes cast downward, shoulders slumped. Immediately, your eyes softened as you kneeled down to his level.

"Hiro, no more fighting, okay?" you said gently, taking his tiny hand in yours while tilting his chin up. "If those boys bother you again, Mama will take care of it. Deal?"

Hiro nodded before launching himself into your arms, wrapping his small arms around your neck. Katsuki joined the moment, kneeling down beside you to pull both you and Hiro into a warm embrace.

When Hiro turned five, his world was upended with the arrival of his little sister, Mitsu. She was named after Katsuki’s mother and, in many ways, was a perfect reflection of her father—except for her personality. Mitsu was immediately attached to Katsuki, and their bond was unshakeable from the very beginning.

One late morning, in the midst of rushing to get breakfast ready and wake Hiro for school, you found yourself in a bit of a panic. You were about to run down the hall to wake your son when a burst of giggles interrupted your hurried state.

Turning back, you saw Hiro sitting at the dinner table, grumpily munching on cereal, while Katsuki effortlessly held Mitsu on his hip. "Morning, Mama," Hiro greeted, his expression tired. "Mitsu woke me up today." Mitsu giggled in response.

"I'm sorry, Hiro. Late start," you said, walking over to the table and plopping down beside your son. You smiled at Mitsu. "Hi, baby. Thanks for waking your brother up." You reached your arms out for a hug, but Mitsu buried her face in Katsuki's neck instead.

Katsuki chuckled, then leaned down to kiss your forehead. (You could hear Hiro gagging from the side.) Katsuki slid into his seat at the table, and you noticed he was shirtless.

"Me and Mitsu made chocolate chip pancakes. Want some, Ma?" he asked, nodding toward the plate of pancakes in the middle of the table. You shook your head, your appetite still small from the morning rush.

About half an hour later, you dropped Hiro off at school with a sigh. Katsuki returned shortly after, having dropped Mitsu off at daycare. Both of you made a beeline for the bedroom, and you groaned as you dived back under the covers, sleep quickly overtaking you.

Katsuki joined you soon after, slipping under the sheets, his hands immediately finding their way to your torso. "Let's have a third one, Ma," he said, his voice low as he settled next to you. You smiled softly, pulling the blankets closer. "Kats, let me sleep on it."

[windyremedy]

holding it for him after your five year anniversary but getting scared each time so you make him take it back therefore delaying then trying again and again and again.

“you asked to do this.” he stated tiredly, conveying an impassive gaze at your antics.

he honestly didn’t think in his life ever he would take this long in the bathroom just to take a piss but here he is, standing infront of the toilet with you by his side gripping his dick which was never a bad scenario in general but at this current moment and time he really needed to go.

“I know, I know but what if I make a mess?” you reasoned worriedly, having the audacity to pout as if you didn’t put yourself in this situation.

“then let me do it myself.” he replied going to take back the reigns.

“no no no I have to do this, for our milestone.” you stopped him, tone shifting to actually being serious about this whole ordeal.

“you said that last time and left— babe stop holding it like you’re trying to give me a hand job. I’m not against getting one but I needa piss right now.”

“I don’t mind.”

he sighs your name in exasperation.

“kidding! kidding. maybe.” you muttered the last part, what was the saying? don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.

“are you or are you not gonna do it? tell me in five seconds otherwise it’s gonna be a shitshow in here.”

“you mean pissshow?”

“I’m just gonna do it—“

“no! okay, okay. I’ll do it, I’m doing it.” you concurred confidently, aiming the best you could.

“alright.” he started, readying to releasing—

“wait nevermind!”

but it was already far too late……yeah you were revoked pp holding privileges for awhile after that.

©windyremedy

[sakuraszn]

Hii!! Can you do a Katsuki x post partum depressed reader, like reader loves the baby but after giving birth her body just changed so much and she didn't feel confident or herself anymore.

If its not ur cup of tea i understand!! Byeee

I’ll always love you the same, ft. katsuki bakugo

summary: you express that while you love your baby, you struggle with not feeling like yourself anymore.

omg I love this idea, ofc I’ll be down to write this!!

The apartment was quiet, except for the soft hum of the baby monitor on the coffee table. The only light in the living room came from the glow of the streetlamp outside, casting a dim, golden hue over everything. You sat curled up on the couch, one of Bakugo’s old shirts hanging loosely off your frame, your knees tucked close to your chest. Your fingers traced absentmindedly over the soft fabric stretched over your stomach—a stomach that had changed so much in the past few months.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting there, staring at nothing, lost in the overwhelming weight of your thoughts.

A heavy sigh came from behind you, followed by the familiar sound of heavy bare feet padding across the floor. A moment later, the couch dipped under Katsuki’s weight as he plopped down beside you, spreading his legs wide, elbows resting on his knees.

“The hell are you doin’ up?” His voice was gruff with sleep, but not annoyed—just concerned.

You swallowed, still looking at your hands. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He studied you for a long moment before sighing again. His arm slung over the back of the couch, and without warning, he pulled you against him, tucking you into his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. His warmth seeped into your skin, grounding you, but it didn’t erase the feelings that had been gnawing at you for weeks.

“Talk to me, babe,” he murmured, voice softer this time.

You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I just… I don’t feel like me anymore, Suki.”

His hand, which had been lazily rubbing your back, stilled. “What?”

A shaky breath left your lips. “My body… it’s different. I love our baby, I really do, but when I look in the mirror, I don’t recognize myself. I don’t feel attractive, I don’t feel —“ You swallowed hard. “I don’t feel like the woman you fell in love with.”

The words tasted bitter on your tongue, but they were the truth.

Katsuki went quiet. For a moment, all you could hear was the faint static from the baby monitor and the sound of his slow, measured breathing. Then, he clicked his tongue in irritation—not at you, but at the fact that you even felt this way.

“The fuck kinda bullshit is that?” he muttered.

Your eyes flickered up to him, surprised by the edge in his voice. He turned his body toward you, his hand moving to cup your cheek, tilting your face so you had no choice but to look at him.

Tears welled in your eyes, but before they could fall, he was already wiping them away with his thumb.

“Listen to me.” His crimson eyes bore into yours, filled with something raw and unshakable. “You really think I’d stop wantin’ you just ‘cause your body changed?” His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, his touch firm but careful.

“You carried our kid, babe. You think that makes you less? That shit makes you even stronger.”

Your throat tightened, but before you could say anything, he shifted, tugging the hem of his shirt your shirt—up just enough to expose the soft skin of your stomach. His gaze dropped down, and his brows furrowed slightly, not in disgust, but in frustration—frustration that you saw something imperfect when all he saw was you.

Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the stretch-marked skin of your stomach.

Your breath hitched.

His kisses were slow, deliberate. One near your navel. Another along the soft curve of your hip. Then another, and another, until he had kissed every inch of what you had been picking apart for weeks.

When he finally looked back up at you, his crimson eyes were ablaze with something fierce, something unshakable. “This body gave me the two most important things in my life—you and our kid.” His voice was rough, but not from anger. From conviction. “Ain’t a damn thing about it that ain’t perfect.”

Your lip trembled, and before more tears could spill over, he was already pulling you in, his lips crashing against yours—not desperate, not rushed, but deep and real. His hands slid up your sides, mapping out every curve, every change, as if to remind you that he still wanted you just the same.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “You’re my woman. Always will be. Got it?”

A choked laugh left you, and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of caramel and warmth. His arms circled you fully this time, squeezing tight.

“You’re such an ass.” you murmured, voice thick with emotion

His lips curled into a smirk. “Yeah, but I’m your ass.”

For the first time in weeks, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.

© sakuraszn!