#bnha oneshoe

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

all three heartbeats

bakugou katsuki / f.reader

genre: married au (husband/wife), angst, hurt/comfort?, fluff, katsuki being a sap in lowercase

synposis: katsuki works full time as a prohero, but his time working to ensure the publics safety kept him busy- far too busy at times.  he seeks comfort in you and his newborn little girl because the both of you keep him grounded and keep him fighting. he just wishes he could find a way to feel like a better father and husband. 

w.count: 3.6k

a/n: hi hello i aint never written for bnha before and i thought i would never write anime fics again but here we are years after (it has been actual years, someone save me LOL). what better way than to start back out with blasty amiright? 

It was one of those nights.  Katsuki had just walked into his home at an ungodly hour and as he shut the door behind him, he leaned his back against it, He flicked all three locks of the front door shut and dropped his duffle bag at his feet before he tipped his head back to rest on the wood.  He closed his eyes, sighing as he had the urge to just sink to the floor of the entryway landing and power nap. 

Lord knows when his phone would buzz or ring again- his seemingly never ending work calling him to clock in again. It seemed like recently he never clocked out of his job- always working, patrolling, fighting petty villains trying to commit petty crimes and occasionally stopping more dangerous situations that kept him on edge and busy for hours to days on end.  

The duffle he dropped at his feet was full with his gear and his hero suit that was in desperate need of washing and minor repairs- things that if he even muttered to himself about, you would happily offer your aid. 

His closed eyes opened and his chin dropped back down, the back of his head coming off the door as he pushed the rest of his body off it as well.  He heeled off his shoes and ruffled his hair as he finally walked into his home, leaving his duffle at the door as he made his way to the bathroom.  

In all honesty, Katsuki wanted to go immediately to the room he shared with you where he knew you were asleep. He desperately needed a shower though, and he wasn’t planning on crawling into bed to hold you smelling like sweat, smoke and hero work.  

You told him before you didn’t mind his post-work scent, in fact you told him it was charming in it’s own way since it was proof that Pro Hero: Dynamight worked harder than anyone else to one day be the No.1 Hero he’d been dreaming of his entire life. 

Katsuki never told you, but he’d think about that almost everyday and it always made him smile when he did. 

The shower he took was brisk and quick because all he wanted to do was go to bed.  He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t just taking power naps on the couch at the agency. He couldn’t remember the last time he got to go to sleep in his own bed. Katsuki couldn’t remember the last time he got to hold you and it was starting to really piss him off.  

Since graduating UA, getting engaged, married and then having a child with you, is tempter had considerably settled.  He wasn’t entirely tame by any means, he was still a quick fire with insults, refused to use people’s names and stuck to stupid nicknames he thought of, cursed like a sailor and exploded when something mildly frustrating ticked him off- but he wasn’t like he was before.  

When Katsuki can stand to be in the same room as Todoroki and Midoriya and not blow a giant fuse within the first sentence exchange, anyone would call that progress.  

It was no shock that you were a large factor in his settled image- he had to start leaning self control and how to manager his attitude.  The one extremely rocky point in your relationship with Katsuki back when you both were third years and you threatened to leave him if he didn’t shape up made him change.  It wasn’t easy, but the arguments and fights you both had back then serve as a reminder of how far he had come according to you. 

When Katsuki stepped out of the bathroom, he sighed- feeling refreshed- as he walked to the bedroom with a towel around his waist and another over his head drying his hair.  It was way too late to be running the hairdryer, he’d risk waking up his child that he knew was otherwise dead to the world in their crib.

Twisting the doorknob as quietly as he could, Katsuki stepped into the bedroom and his eyes immediately looked to the bed, seeing your body’s shape beneath the comforter of the giant, Alaskan king bed you insisted you absolutely needed.  

He felt his lips twitch as he left the door cracked to let in a small amount of light from the hall without stirring you.  He went to his dresser and snatched a pair of shorts and a tank top and threw them on before he left the room as quietly as he had come in. 

Katsuki went back to the front door and picked up his duffle bag, moving it into the living room and setting it on the couch to fiddle with it in the morning. He grabbed his phone from the side pouch of the duffle and began to shut the lights off and retreated back down the hall.  

Before he went back to the room you slept in to join you, he stopped first in the room that was directly across the hall from his and yours and as quiet as a mouse crept in.  

The nursey was painted in a pale yellow with sunflowers painted on the walls (curtesy of the bakusquad who insisted they were in charge of nursery decorations). Against the wall was a shelved cubby for toys and items for the baby and beside that was a changing table.  Across the room was a tall dresser filled with way too many baby onesies and outfits for the future. 

Katsuki walked to the white, wooden crib at the back of the room as the room itself was glowing in the soft, blue light of the baby’s nightlight.  He leaned over the crib side and looked down to see his child sleeping just as quiet as can be.  

He smiled as he reached down and stroked her chubby cheeks with the back of his knuckles.  She was warm and soft. 

“Hey there, Girlie,” he whispered, barely audible. Just watching his little girl sleep so soundly made his chest warm. God, he loved her so much.  He frowned as he thought about how tough it might be on you while he’s away looking after her by yourself.  She was barely a few months old and he hasn’t even had a weekend with you two yet.  

Katsuki bit his lip to keep from letting the disappointment he felt in himself slip out in the form of growls. 

He stuck around in the nursey for a few more minutes, just petting and admiring his child before he snuck back out and finally, finally went back to his room and as carefully as possible slid into bed.  

You slept in the center of the bed that could easily fit four sleeping bodies, and Katsuki shuffled in further towards you before he was right behind you.  He stared at your back in the dark room, his eyes adjusting more and more as the minutes pass.  

Katsuki lightly grabbed your shoulder before he was pulling you to your back and then reaching over you to lay on your chest.  On an ordinary day, Katsuki would be happy just holding you, but he felt especially worn out and drained. So, for once, even if you were sleeping, he just wanted to be held instead. 

His cheek pushed into your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat beneath his ear. His right arm stretched over your shoulder to rest by your head and his left stayed beside his own body, his right leg hiked over your waist to be as close to you as he could get. 

He felt his eyes roll before he shut them, finally feeling comfortable and warm and safe for the first time in days.  He was finally breathing easy and all he wanted to do was stay here, in your arms, for the rest of his life. 

As he started to finally doze off, his eyes fluttered open at the feeling of something carding through his hair. 

He heard you take a deep breath before you were shifting just a bit to curl around him more and he felt your chin push against the top of his head. 

“Go back to sleep,” he muttered, feeling your sleepy gaze on the top of his head.  The small, sleepy chuckle that left your chest hummed against his cheek. 

“Welcome home,” you whispered, sleep laced heavily in your voice as he felt your lips push against his scalp.  “How was work?” You ask so innocently, but the question only made Katsuki burrow his face into your chest further. He doesn’t answer you, so you prompt him further. “Katsuki?” 

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” he muttered, lifting his face just enough to speak clearly then pushing it back down again.  

You say nothing at that and instead return to just carding your fingers through his semi-damp hair as you bask in each other and the silence of the house.  You glance over to the alarm clock, seeing the time 4:03 am in orange, glowing numbers. 

You feel like you have loads you want to talk about with Katsuki, things you want to share with him that had happened and things you want to have him tell you that’s happened, but it’s too quiet and too peaceful to bring them up.  They’d have to wait. 

“’m sorry,” he suddenly spoke from where he lay on your chest.  Your fingers stop their mindless fiddling in his hair and he grips onto you tighter. 

“What for?” 

“Not being here.” 

You felt your heart crack at the tone of his voice.  He’s always been more open and mushy around you- as much as he denies it and he only get’s more open and more mushy when he was sleep deprived and just plain exhausted.  

“I’m always working, always gone, always away doing fuck-knows-what out there and not here.  I’m not home and that’s gotta really fucking suck.”  He’s silent for a moment but you dare not speak. You feel like he’s been holding a lot in recently and if he’s choosing now to let it all out, you would silently encourage him to do that.  

“I mean-” he scoffs at himself, “we’re married for fucks sake.  We have a baby and I’m basically leaving you home alone day after day to raise her by yourself.” 

“What?” Your shocked to think that’s how he feels.  “Katsuki, that’s not-”

“It feels true,” he whimpers. “I feel like if I keep doing this, keep leaving you and Misuzu alone,” his voice cracks at the sound of his daughter’s name leaving his lips, “then you’ll both just disappear and I won’t even have the balls to go after you two.” You think you feel something wet seep through your sleep shirt, but you don’t say a thing about it.  “I don’t feel like a husband and I don’t feel like a father. How can I feel like a hero if I can’t even spare the time to be with my god damn family?” 

“Well,” you start.  In truth, all you want to do is console him, but for all you know that could make him feel worse. You had to figure out what he wanted first. “What do you want to do then?” 

He took a deep breath before he let it out again. 

“I think I’m going to take some time off,” he concluded.  It had been on his mind recently and now was as good a time as any.  He just wanted to be home. “Maybe a week or two.” 

“If that’s what you really want to do, then I think that’s a great idea. Just don’t forget to tell Eijirou or else he’ll blow a fuse if he just think’s your late because the great Dynamight is always punctual.” 

You got a hearty puff of air and smile out of him for that little line.  it was no shock that when all came down to it, Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki ended up working in the same agency. 

“I’ll just text the bastard.” 

“You need to tell the agency too, you dolt,” you lightly whacked him on the bed as he groaned.  Getting time off wasn’t going to be hard for him considering the god awful hours he’s been forced into the past however long.  Just going into the office to get that time off is annoying and a process he wish he could get someone else do to for him. “Just head out in the morning and let both your partner and your agency know. It won’t be so bad.” 

“Whatever,” he huffed.  “Just, go back to sleep.” 

You glanced back at the clock to see that only about half and hour had passed.  You sighed as you closed your eyes happily ready to return to sleep before Misuzu woke up. 

You swore Katsuki was out before you. 

-x-x-x-

You woke up three hours later, just after 7 am to the sounds of your daughter’s crying from her nursey. When you opened your eyes and sat up, your husband was no where to be seen.  

You frowned, knowing that he was awake somewhere and he had only slept a few hours. Shaking your head, you got up and went to Misuzu’s room to get her from her crib and bring her into your arms.  

You shushed the infant in your arms as you left the nursey and walked around the house.  Katsuki was no where to be found and his everyday shoes were gone from the shoe rack next to the door.  He must’ve went out already. 

Not thinking much of it, you moved to the kitchen to grab one of Mizusu’s bottles from the fridge.  One plus of pumping was getting bottles for the future- but that was one of the only pros among a number of cons.  

With Misuzu being still so young, she didn’t do much beside nursing, napping and diaper calls.  She would coo and whine and clutch onto your fingers and clothes and hair, but her energy was never prolonged.  

After nursing, burping and playing with her she was yawning again. You left to place her back in her crib in her room as you let he sleep a little while longer. Flipping on the baby monitor, you left the room and went to the kitchen.  Your daughter had breakfast, it was only fair that you got something to eat too. 

As you scrambled the last eggs in your fridge, enough for Katsuki just in case you saw him this morning, you heard the front door open and shut again.  You smiled as you heard footsteps come treading into the kitchen and you looked over your shoulder to see your husband.  

You smiled at him as he rubbed the back of his head. Dressed in jeans that tore just slightly in the thighs and a t-shirt, Wwhen he saw you, he immediately started going towards you. 

“Good morning,” you told him as he was at your side looking over your shoulder. “Welcome home.” 

“Mmn,” he hummed at you. 

“Where’d you go so early in the morning?” 

“Agency.” 

“You should’ve slept in a little bit more.  You didn’t sleep long.”  

“I didn’t want to wait any more to just be able to stay home.” 

You smiled at his answer.  You brought one hand up to pat his cheek as he leaned into your touch.  

“Why don’t you go get comfortable if you’re staying home then?” 

He hummed at you again, nodding before he kissed your shoulder and sauntered back into your shared room. He took his time getting changed and getting into more homey clothes, because when he came back into the kitchen you were placing your food on plates for the both of you. 

This time, when he came to you, instead of standing beside you, he latched onto you from behind as he buried his face into your neck.  You could tell from the feeling of his eyelashes tickling your skin that he was still tired. You had half a mind to tell him to just go back to bed and he could really wake up and eat later. 

The way he tightened his grip on your waist and started to sway ever so gently back and forth in the kitchen made you stay silent though.  It was a serene moment between you two and you just closed your eyes and basked in it.  It had been so long since you just got to bask in him and him in you. 

“You hungry?” You asked as softly as you could muster. He nodded but made no effort to try and move away from you.  “Do you expect to eat with your face hidden?” You teased. 

“Just a little longer,” he muffled, his breath making your skin rise with gooseflesh as it tickled.  

Half and hour later, you were taking his plate from him as he cleaned it of food and went to put them in the sink.  He jumped from his chair at the table before he was gently moving you away from the metal hole in the counter where you were about to wash the dishes you had dirtied this morning. 

“I’ll wash them,” he insisted. 

“I don’t mind doing it.” 

“Don’t be so damned stubborn.  You cooked, so it’s fair.” 

You shrugged as you relented. “If you really insist. Thank you, Katsuki.” You placed a small, short kiss on his cheek before you moved back to the table to sit.  

As he cleaned up the dishes, you sat at the table and fiddled with your phone, scrolling through apps to see what you missed and then flicking occasionally to watch Katsuki’s back.  

“I feel you fuckin’ staring,” he spoke as he shut the water off, shaking his hands before he dried them on a towel.  The dishes all sat in a plastic draining rack as he turned around and leaned against the counter.  You placed your chin in your palm as you laughed at him. 

“Yeah? Got a problem with it?” 

“Not necessarily.” 

You both jumped when a small whine was heard over the speaker of the baby monitor you had sitting on the center of the table.  You pushed your chair out, but before you could even stand up, Katsuki was up and down the hall to check on Misuzu. 

When you made it to her door, he had already lifted her out of her crib.  She had reached up and snagged a tiny handful of her father’s hair as he hissed. 

“Listen you little brat, just because your my baby doesn’t mean you can yank on my hair.” Her small fist only yanked down on his hair more as if to say ‘I can and will’.  You chuckled as you walked into the nursey and started to detangle her hand from his blond hair.  

Katsuki watched as her fingers released his hair and instead wrapped around your finger as you bounced it slightly. Her tiny arm moved in tandem with your finger bounces. 

“Hey,” your soft voice calling him suddenly brought him out of his own mind. You gently pulled Misuzu’s fingers off you as you pushed your palm against Katsuki’s cheek. “Why are you crying?” 

Was he? God, he hated crying- especially in front of you.  He clicked his tongue, whipping his head to face away from you as he used one of his hands to quickly swipe under his eyes. 

“I’m not.” 

You smiled at him, holding back a laugh as you pushed your husband into the living room to let Misuzu play on the floor.  Katsuki sat on the living room floor cross legged as you watched him play with her as she lay on her back.  

Occasionally he would glance at the time and remind you to pump, as if your tender chest wasn’t a constant reminder anyway.  You always just nodded and told him you would when you needed to. 

The three of you spent the morning in the living room until the infant began to yawn back to back and rub at her eyes clumsily.  You let Katsuki put her down for her nap in the afternoon since he never really had the opportunity to.  Through the baby monitor you could hear him mutter and coo at her to go to sleep. 

When she was down, Katsuki came back into the living room and sat himself beside you on the couch.  He sighed, throwing his head back against the couch and closing his eyes, obviously ready for a nap himself.  

“Why not try and sleep while she’s down?” You had planned on getting him to rest while you start to go through the duffle bag you had relocated to the corner of the room a while ago to see what all he needed done with his hero equipment.  

He opened one of his eyes, seeing you eyeing towards his bag and he frowned.  He shifted his body, snatched your waist and threw himself back to lay on the cushions, you following in tow to lay on top of him. 

“Katsuki!” You scolded in a hushed tone as to not wake up your daughter who just went to sleep.  

“I’ll nap here and you will too. No objections.” He brought one of his hands up to start stroking your head. “Just let me take care of my god damn wife for once.” You just shook your head and pushed your cheek further against his chest to get comfortable.  When he says it like that, you can’t really bring yourself to oppose him.  

“Hey,” you whispered. You felt him hum in response to you. “I love you.” 

His legs shifted and his arms wrapped around you tighter, getting more comfortable. He let out a deep, comfortable breath as you felt him push his cheek into the top of your head. 

“‘Fuckin’ love you too.” 

[klvbxlove]

mornings (iida x gn! reader)

a/n: this was originally supposed to be all fluffy, but uhhh i lowkey got a little carried away towards the end? just a little bit. i hope y’all don’t mind, haha. also, i’m a little worried that iida might be a bit OOC in this. specifically, towards the end. if he does, i apologize 😔 regardless, i hope you’ll enjoy reading!

reader-type: gender neutral 

genre(s): fluff, romance, lime

trigger warning(s): slightly suggestive content 

summary: you think about how much you loved iida after waking up in his arms early in the morning.

word count: 1.4k words

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(e/c) = eye color (n/n) = nickname (y/n) = your name

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   Dawn was starting to set in when your eyes fluttered open. Despite the number of hours you slept the previous night, you still felt like you could need more sleep. There would’ve been silence had it not been for the birds chirping outside. But hey! At least it was better than being woken up by an alarm clock, right?

   As a yawn came out of your mouth, you found yourself wrapped in the arms of your husband, Iida Tenya. His hug was tight, but not enough to suffocate you. With your face almost close to his chest, you could hear his steady heartbeat alongside his breathing.  It was one of the many things that could soothe you to sleep, no questions asked. 

   Your (E/C) glanced up to observe Iida’s face. The usual look of seriousness was no longer there. With the muscles relaxed, he looked so peaceful. Oh yeah, and you couldn’t forget Iida’s blue unkempt hair. Some parts of his bangs were covering his eyes.

   Sometimes you’d always wonder how Iida manages to look handsome while he sleeps. You, on the other hand, looked like an absolute mess. You could end up sleeping for an entire day with plenty of energy to wake up, but somehow you’d still look tired as hell. It was a little unfair if you asked yourself.

   Of course, this didn’t mean you could get mad at him for it. Why would you? It’d be a ridiculous reason, anyways.

   There was no urge to get up and start the day (if anything, Iida would most likely do that), so you figured you’d stay in bed. You continued to gaze at Iida, listening as he breathed softly. A loving look emerged from your eyes. 

   At that moment, you realized just how lucky you were to be married to Iida. Considering how long the both of you have been together before he popped the big question, you knew that this was the man you loved. No way in hell would you ever take any moments with him for granted.

   With no instincts of holding back, your hand made its way onto Iida’s cheek. Instantly feeling the softness of his skin, you caressed. Since your touch didn’t wake Iida up in an instant, you continued this action, all the while you placed a kiss on his lips. ‘He’s so cute, what the hell?’ you thought, a smile growing on your face.

   A few seconds passed, and Iida started to wake up. Rubbing his eyes, he opened them to make eye contact with you. “Oh, good morning, (Y/N),” he groggily greeted. Even his morning voice was attractive! At this point, you were starting to think there was absolutely nothing about him that was unattractive. “Already awake this early?”

   “Yeah,” you mumbled. Your fingers eventually left their place on Iida’s cheeks, and they trailed down to his chest. Without putting any pressure on his skin, you drew circles on the area. All the while, you inhaled the scent radiating from Iida’s shirt. As creepy as this looked or sounded, you loved the way Iida smelled (**). You couldn’t find the words to describe it. 

   A small smile emerged on Iida’s lips after he noticed that your eyelids were beginning to drop. He rubbed your back gently using his hand. “For having been sleeping early last night, you sure still look tired,” Iida chuckled.

   “Hey!” you protested, “I can’t help it. It’s always been like this for me for some reason. Somehow I could be sleeping for a decade, and when I wake up, I’m just like ‘...Nah, I need more sleep. Gimme five more minutes.’”

   You weren’t one to consider yourself funny, but Iida would beg to disagree. A soft laugh came out of his mouth (again, cue your moment to internally fangirl). “You’re quite funny, my love, even early in the morning,” Iida said before he poked your nose and pinched it. Why he did this (or even enjoyed doing it), you had no idea. 

   Your eyes remained on Iida’s chest before you felt his hand going under your chin, making you look up. As soon as you looked at your husband, he leaned in and peppered your face with soft kisses. You noticed how incredibly soft his lips were and how gentle his kisses were, almost as if he was scared he might accidentally hurt you. You liked this feeling a lot, and you wanted more of it.

   Right before Iida could stop, you waited for the right moment for his lips to be close to yours. And with that, you leaned in just in time to plant a kiss. There were no plans of you breaking away anytime soon. 

   As soon as you knew Iida’s shock passed by and he kissed you back, you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer. Without using much force, you attempted to tug Iida over to get him on top of you, which worked (although Iida did let out a small noise of surprise)

   A few minutes passed in which the both of you were making out before you pulled away. After Iida caught his breath, he looked down at you with a slight look of surprise in his eyes. “Goodness, (N/N). You practically woke up quite affectionate this morning, haven’t you?”

   You smiled bashfully. “I guess I did.”

   That’s when a smirk grew on Iida’s face, a look you’ve rarely seen before. “Well, it’s not to say that I don’t mind. In fact—” he slowly leaned his face down towards you; his lips were practically hovering over yours, and his voice became faint “—I don’t mind at all...”

   You liked which direction this was heading. You closed your eyes shut as Iida brought you in for another kiss. Your hands traveled down to Iida’s back, rubbing circles on it, while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

   Moments like these were the ones you cherished with Iida. Early mornings where you didn’t want to get out of bed, and you’d much rather cuddle with Iida. Either that or make out with him (you almost had to teach him to let his guard down and show him you were alright with something more than a kiss on the lips). And the additional fact that you were the only person who’d have these moments of intimacy with him.

   Breaking away from the kiss, Iida pulled away only slightly. His forehead still rested against yours. “I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered, bringing a hand on your cheek to caress it. “I love you so so much...”

   Your heart almost melted hearing how delicate Iida’s voice was. Could he get any cuter than this?!

   “I love you more, Tenya,” you whispered back.

   Iida moved down towards your neck, which almost took you off guard, as you expected him to kiss you on the lips again. Instead, you were surprised when you started to feel soft kisses all over your neck.

   But a few seconds went by, and a soft gasp came out of you when you felt Iida starting to suckle on your skin. “T-Tenya!”

   Out of instinct, your grip on Iida tightened, and you almost had to hold back small noises of pleasure. The force he had wasn’t hard enough to present a hickey (although you weren’t opposed to the idea of Iida hungrily kissing you all over your body and leaving hickeys). However, you knew that he wasn’t one to kiss you elsewhere, besides your face and hands.

   “Say, (Y/N),” Iida mumbled against your skin before looking at you. The playful look Iida originally had was replaced by a look of lust. Well, at least it looked like it. “Would you like to stay here in this position for a while? I don’t have many plans for the both of us for the rest of the day, and I’m not necessarily in the mood to get out of bed...”

   A strange sensation went throughout your body. ‘Where did this side of Iida come from?’ you thought.

   Wait, why even bother questioning it at all? You’ve wanted to stay in bed the entire day even though you had plenty of sleep. And now your husband seemingly read your mind!

   “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

   A chuckle came out of Iida’s lips. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he whispered almost seductively before going back to suckle on your neck.

   Needless to say that in the next few hours, small moans of pleasure escaped your mouth as Iida found ways to make you feel good.

(**) this is such a random question, but do any of you guys have headcanons of what iida could smell like? ‘cause i’ve been trying to think, and nothing pops up in my mind LMFAO