Kmix

Hello! I am Kmixer. I’m 16 years old and I write very slow bc of school so please stay respectful to me and other people! Request are open!

[kmixer]

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[dynamightsgal]

pro hero! katsuki bakugo who gets offended when his spoiled girlfriend tries to pay

you didn’t think you would ever meet a guy who would put up with your spoiled, princess nonsense.

your parents gave you everything you wanted and needed when you were growing up. but you always thought you would grow out of it, or more so, there would never be someone out there to meet your lifestyle.

then you met katsuki bakugo.

he was rough, rude, abrasive and like a grenade ready to be set off at any moment. not what you had imagined as a boyfriend when you were growing up.

but what most people didn’t see was that he was also doting, loving, and so obsessed with you it was like he was a completely different person. the moment he saw you, he had to have you.

and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want the pro hero as bad as he did right when you locked eyes in the line of a local cafe.

not to mention when he noticed you were used to the finer things, he caught on quickly and spoiled you absolutely rotten.

it started with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers sent to your apartment every week so that your vase was never empty, with a sweet message on a notecard.

after it was cooking for you every single time you had a dinner date at his apartment, and gradually grew to keeping an entire girly dresser at his place for when you slept over so you could feel at home.

bakugo insisted on driving you everywhere and take you on the most spontaneous shopping trips. never leaving until you picked something from every single store you wanted to visit.

then it became a big, beautiful diamond on your finger as a promise ring on your one year anniversary to which he promised he would replace with an engagement ring soon.

safe to say, katsuki bakugo loved you, his beautiful but spoiled princess of a girlfriend.

but a comment made to you by one of your coworkers had you rethinking everything.

“that poor guy is gonna be broke soon because of you.” she mentioned with no hint of amusement. you look down at your coffee with a worried face and deep down, you felt like shit.

you felt like a leech, like a gold digger, and now that someone else poked holes into your loving relationship, it was making you over think everything.

but you didn’t mean for katsuki to spend so much on you. and you most definitely didn’t want to drain him. you were absolutely obsessed with your boyfriend and he could’ve been broke yet you still would be madly in love with him. bakugo was everything you ever dreamed about.

they didn’t know about the quiet and private moments you both had. the dates where you both just ordered take out and chilled in your pjs, pulling an all nighter, watching his favorite movies. or when you visited his parents, whom adored you, and every time was spent with you entertaining his mom, or helping his dad in the kitchen while you make him laugh with stories.

or the nights where he walked into your apartment all bloodied from a difficult and long hero mission and you had to patch him up. you cooked his favorite food, cuddled with him and talked the night away because he could only sleep with you beside him and your voice in the background.

but even after everything, that one comment was stuck in your head.

you didn’t deserve a guy like him.

so that’s what led you to the present.

katsuki had picked you up from work and treated you to a nice dinner, despite your objections and telling him that you would be happy to just eat at home. he acted like he didn’t hear them.

after the dinner, he takes you to your favorite store where on the mannequin, in the glass display, was the coat you had been wanting for months. you always pointed it out on commercials and magazines, to which you boyfriend quickly took notice of.

“it’s the brown one right, sweets?” katsuki asks you as he was in the middle of telling an associate to bring out the coat. you slowly nod, a guilty look pressed on your face.

you wanted to stop him, and kept pulling on his arm to exit the store but obviously your muscled pro hero boyfriend was much stronger than you.

as the associate places the coat in the store’s nice gift box, you kept playing with your nail as you see the final price plastered on the pin pad. your eyes widen and you notice katsuki nonchalantly reaching for his wallet in his jacket pocket, the number not even phasing him.

you nudge him with your hip so he’s knocked off balance and take out your own little wallet, which ironically bakugo bought you with the matching purse, and remove your credit card, easing toward the pad.

you feel your boyfriend stiffen and slap your hand away, “the fuck you think you’re doin’, woman?”

you pout, “baby, this coat is way too much, and you already paid for dinner. i can get it. i’m the one who’s gonna wear it anyway.”

bakugo scoffs and has a pure look of offense on his face that was actually so adorable. he was genuinely pissed that you dared to take your card out. and you knew that the cashier was probably feeling awkward as hell.

“i don’t care if i already paid for dinner. you’ve been wantin’ this coat since forever. i’m gettin’ it for you.” he pushes your hands away from the pin pad like a little kid.

“no! i can pay for things! i don’t want you going broke over me!” you roll your eyes.

bakugo looks over at the associate who just stood there. he pins your arms down on the counter and taps his card on the screen, the pad making a small noise signaling it was approved. you deflate as the box was placed in the shopping bag and your boyfriend takes it quickly. his hand still on yours, he pulls you out of the store.

as you approached his car, he opens the passenger door for you, and you slowly get in, bag in hand. he slams the door and quickly gets into the driver’s seat. his hands go on the steering wheel like muscle memory as you both sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

“baby..” you start as you technically did cause a little scene in the store, though it wasn’t intentional.

katsuki shakes his head. “what the fuck was that?”

“i’m sorry, it’s just, i feel bad that you’re constantly paying for me. i’m like bleeding you dry.”

“bleedin’ me dry? baby, i’ve always paid for you. where the fuck is this comin’ from?” katsuki turns to face you, and there was no smiling, just genuine concern.

you tuck your head down and play with a strand of your hair. “a girl at work said that you’re gonna go broke because of me and it made me feel like shit. like i don’t want you to think i’m a brat that just wants your money.”

your boyfriend hums. “let me guess, that stupid receptionist?”

you nod.

he mirrors your nod but then ponders for a minute.

katsuki rolled his eyes at how stupid your coworker was but lets out a little chuckle. “i mean you are a brat. but you’re my brat.” he takes your hand in his, intertwining it over the console.

“kats…” you whine at the nickname as it was only proving your point. his thumb softly caressed the back of your hand.

“i know you’re not some girl who’s only interested in my money. you’re my girl. the one who’s been there for me through so much shit and you’re the most loyal person i know. i know i’m not the easiest boyfriend there is and yet you still love me and look at me like i’m worth somethin’. i buy you things because i can afford it and a girl like you deserves to be taken care of. i fuckin’ love you, sweets, that’s why i buy you everythin’”

his words, his expression, his touch. all of it overwhelmed you to the point where you teared up a little. katsuki was a man of few words sometimes, but to you, his words made you melt and feel like the most special girl in the world.

“i love you.” you whisper before kissing him deeply. you had to retract quickly before it ended up moving to the back seat. which was always fun, but he had a big bed for that. something you would take advantage of later.

katsuki kissed your lips one more time before turning the key and starting the ignition. his hand remaining firmly on your thigh as the other stayed on the wheel to drive.

“i love you too, sweets. but next time you stop me from buyin’ you something or listen to that stupid ass receptionist, i’m bitin’ your arm off.” katsuki warns you and squeezes your though.

you giggle and happily admire the bag in which your gorgeous designer coat was being held in. “thank you for my coat, kats.” you tap your chin before hugging his arm as he continued driving. “do you think you could buy me the matching heels at that giant department store in the mall, baby?”

katsuki just chuckles before quickly entering the mall onto the gps, his arm going back onto your thigh. “whatever you want, sweets.”

[ashthesalamipiece]

"Quiet Victories"

Warnings// labour, birth, emergency c section, a little cursing.

A/n, this was requested by anonymous from my dms:)

A/n, also please let me know if i wrote something wrong since English is not my first language also its my first time actually trying to make my fics appearance a little more flattering:) so i hope it looks good i might expiriment more

Enjoy my loves!♡

The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and warm cotton, the lights dimmed just enough to keep it from feeling clinical. You sat on the edge of the delivery bed, knees drawn up slightly, leaning forward into Katsuki’s chest. Your fingers were locked around the front of his black tank top, knuckles white, but your voice stayed soft, almost apologetic, every time a contraction rolled through you.

“I’m okay,” you whispered against his collarbone, even though your breath hitched and tears slipped free. “I’m sorry, it just… hurts more this time.”

Katsuki’s arms were steady around you, one palm spread between your shoulder blades, the other cradling the back of your head. His heart hammered so hard you could feel it through his ribs. “Don’t apologize, idiot,” he muttered into your hair, voice low so only you could hear. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

Mitsuki stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, watching the monitor like she could intimidate it into behaving. Every time the line spiked, her eyes flicked to you, then to her son, then back to you. She hadn’t said much since they’d wheeled you in; the woman who usually filled every room with noise had gone quiet the moment she saw how calmly you were trying to carry the pain.

Another contraction crested. Your whole body curled inward; a broken whimper escaped before you could stop it. Katsuki’s grip tightened.

“Shh, baby, I know. I know.” His voice cracked on the last word, just barely.

The nurse—Midori, her name tag read checked the monitor and gave you a gentle smile. “You’re doing beautifully. Let’s get you on your back for the next one, okay? We need to see how far along we are.”

You nodded, even though the idea of moving felt impossible. Katsuki helped you ease back, never letting go of your hand. Your legs trembled violently as the nurses guided them into the stirrups. You tried to laugh, a tiny watery sound. “Sorry I’m shaking so much.”

“Don’t be,” Midori said firmly. “Bodies do what they need to do.”

Katsuki climbed halfway onto the bed so you could grip his forearm instead of the railing. His other hand brushed damp hair from your forehead. “Look at me,” he ordered quietly. You did. Crimson eyes, fierce and terrified all at once. “You’re the strongest damn person I know. You’ve got this.”

You wanted to tell him you weren’t strong, that you were scared, that it felt like you were being split in two, but another contraction hit and all that came out was a high, wounded sound. You bore down when they told you to, face scrunched, lips pouted in pain, tears streaming sideways into your hair.

“Good, good—again, sweetheart, big push.”

You pushed until your vision blurred at the edges. And again. And again.

Midori’s brows drew together. She glanced at the second nurse, then down again. Her voice stayed calm, but something shifted in it. “Okay, honey, relax for me just a second.”

Katsuki stiffened. “What’s wrong?”

Midori met his eyes—professional, steady. “Baby’s in perfect position, heart rate’s strong, but her pelvic opening is… narrower than we usually see for the baby’s head circumference. Even with how much she’s dilated, we’re not getting the descent we need.”

Your heart stuttered. You felt Katsuki’s fingers spasm around yours.

“Meaning?” he growled.

“Meaning we may need to assist. We can try a few more positions, maybe the vacuum, but if she doesn’t progress in the next twenty minutes, we’ll take her for a c-section. It’s safer for both of them.”

The word c-section punched the air out of your lungs. You started trembling harder, not from the contraction this time. “I—I’m trying so hard,” you choked out. “I’m sorry, I’m trying—”

“Hey.” Katsuki cupped your face with both hands, forcing you to look at him. His palms were hot, grounding. “Listen to me. You are not failing. You hear me? You’ve been in labor for fourteen goddamn hours and you haven’t screamed once. You are incredible. If they need to do the surgery, we do the surgery. Our kid just needs to get here safe. That’s it. That’s the only thing that matters.”

Your lip wobbled. “But I wanted—”

“I know what you wanted.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “I wanted it too. But I want you alive more. Both of you.”

Mitsuki stepped closer, resting a careful hand on your shin. “He’s right, sweetheart. You’ve done everything right. Sometimes babies are just stubborn little assholes. Takes after their father.”

That surprised a wet laugh out of you.

They tried everything. They had you on your side, then on hands and knees, then back in the stirrups with Katsuki and Mitsuki pulling your legs toward your chest while you pushed until you saw stars. Every time the monitor beeped too fast, Katsuki whispered praises against your temple like a prayer.

“Almost, baby, you’re so close—fuck, you’re amazing—”

But the head still wouldn’t crown.

Finally, Midori looked at the obstetrician who’d come in. They spoke in low voices. Decision made.

“We’re taking her now,” the doctor said gently. “Katsuki, you can stay with her until the doors.”

Everything blurred after that. The bed rolling fast down the corridor, Katsuki jogging beside you still holding your hand, his scrub cap crooked because he’d yanked it on without looking. You were crying openly now, but quietly, the way you’d been doing all day.

“I’m scared,” you whispered.

“I know.” He squeezed your fingers so hard it should’ve hurt, but it didn’t. “I’m right here. Not going anywhere.”

They paused outside the OR doors. A nurse started to wheel you through.

Katsuki leaned over you, eyes shining suspiciously. “Listen to me,” he said fiercely. “You did everything. You fought like hell. I’m so fucking proud of you. Both of you are gonna be fine, you understand me?”

You managed a tiny nod.

He kissed you—hard, desperate, tasting like salt and terror and love—then let them take you.

The spinal block was cold. The drape went up. You stared at the ceiling lights until someone squeezed your hand and you realized Katsuki was beside you now, in full scrubs, eyes red-rimmed above his mask.

“Hi,” he croaked.

“Hi,” you croaked back, and started crying again.

Less than eight minutes later, a thin, indignant wail split the air.

The doctor lifted a tiny, perfect bundle over the drape. Your daughter was so small—five pounds exactly, the nurse would tell you later—that it felt impossible she’d caused all this chaos. Her little fists flailed, shock of ash-blond hair sticking up exactly like her father’s.

Katsuki made a sound like he’d been punched in the chest.

“She’s… she’s so little,” you sobbed, half-laughing, half-hysterical. “She didn’t even—she’s tiny—how did she not fit?”

The pediatrician chuckled as she dried the baby off. “Sometimes the angles are just wrong, sweetheart. Heads are hard. You did great.”

They placed her on your chest, all slippery and warm and impossibly light. She rooted immediately, mouth open, letting out furious kitten noises.

Katsuki’s hand hovered, shaking, then settled over her entire back—his palm nearly covered her whole torso.

“Hey, little gremlin,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Took you long enough.”

You looked at the two of them—your furious, perfect, ridiculously small daughter and the boy who’d growled at the universe since the day you met him, now crying silently over both of you—and thought your heart might actually burst.

He didn’t even argue. Just leaned over and kissed your temple, then the baby’s damp hair, then your lips, soft and slow.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your skin. “For fighting for her. For fighting for us.”

You were sore, exhausted, stitched and shaking and higher than you’d ever been in your life.

But you smiled, turned your face into his neck, and whispered back the only thing that mattered.

“Always.”

The recovery room was quiet except for the soft beeping of monitors and the occasional squeak of shoes in the hallway. You were propped up in bed, still pale, eyes heavy-lidded from the anesthesia and the morphine drip, but awake enough to watch the door like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to the world.

Katsuki sat on the edge of the bed, one arm braced behind your shoulders, the other cradling your daughter against his bare chest (skin-to-skin, the nurse had said). The baby was swaddled in a pink-and-white blanket, but her tiny face peeked out, scrunched and red, a shock of spiky blond hair sticking up in every direction. Every few seconds her mouth would open in a silent, furious yawn, and Katsuki’s eyes would flick down to her like he still couldn’t believe she was real.

There was a soft knock. The door cracked open, and Mitsuki’s head appeared first, eyes already glassy. Masaru followed a step behind, hands clasped in front of him, looking like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to breathe too loud.

Mitsuki’s gaze went straight to the bundle in Katsuki’s arms. Her hand flew to her mouth.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, voice cracking on the second word. “Katsuki, move, let me see her.”

Katsuki didn’t snarl like he normally would have. He just carefully shifted the baby higher against his shoulder, protective, possessive, and turned so his parents could see her face.

Mitsuki took one step, then another, then stopped like she’d hit an invisible wall. Tears spilled over instantly.

“She’s… she’s so small,” she choked out. “Look at her little hands—oh my God, Katsuki, she has your eyebrows.”

Masaru came up beside his wife, resting a gentle hand on her back. His glasses were fogged. He didn’t even bother wiping them.

“She’s perfect,” he said quietly, voice thick. “Absolutely perfect.”

Katsuki’s throat worked. He glanced at you first (checking, always checking), and you gave him the tiniest nod, exhausted but smiling.

“Go on,” you rasped. “Let them hold her.”

He hesitated another second, then slowly, carefully, stood up from the bed. Mitsuki’s hands were already out, trembling.

“Support her head—Mom, I swear to God—”

“I raised you, you little shit, I know how to hold a baby,” Mitsuki hissed, but it came out wet and wobbly. The second Katsuki transferred the tiny weight into her arms, Mitsuki’s face crumpled completely. She sank into the nearest chair like her knees had given out.

“Hi, baby,” she whispered to the newborn, voice breaking in half. “Hi, sweetheart. I’m your grandma. You’re so beautiful I can’t even—oh God, Masaru, look at her.”

Masaru leaned over his wife’s shoulder, one finger gently tracing the baby’s cheek. The infant blinked, squinted, then let out a furious squeak and scrunched her face exactly like Katsuki did when he was annoyed.

Mitsuki barked out a laugh that turned into a sob. “That’s your father’s glare, right there. She’s two hours old and already done with everyone’s bullshit.”

You laughed—weak, pained, but real—and Katsuki’s hand found yours immediately, squeezing.

Masaru reached out, hesitant. “May I…?”

Mitsuki carefully passed the baby over. Masaru took her like she was made of spun glass, cradling her in the crook of his arm. His eyes were shining behind his glasses.

“Hello, little one,” he murmured. “You gave your mama quite the adventure, didn’t you?”

The baby rooted against his shirt, tiny mouth opening and closing. Masaru’s smile wobbled.

“She’s… she’s lighter than I expected,” he said softly. “After everything they said about her not fitting…” He shook his head, marveling. “She’s so small. And yet she fought so hard to get here.”

Katsuki’s jaw clenched. He looked away, blinking rapidly.

Mitsuki stood up and moved to your bedside. She didn’t ask; she just carefully sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you—tubes and all—into the gentlest hug she’d ever given anyone.

“You did it,” she whispered against your hair, fierce and shaking. “You brought her here. I’m so proud of you I could burst.”

You started crying again, silent and overwhelmed, clinging to her with the arm that didn’t have an IV in it.

Masaru rocked the baby slowly, humming something soft under his breath. After a minute, he looked up at his son.

“Katsuki.”

Katsuki met his eyes.

“You’re a father,” Masaru said simply, voice full of wonder. “Look what you made. Look what the two of you made.”

Katsuki swallowed hard. He leaned over and pressed his forehead to the top of his daughter’s head, breathing her in, then reached back to lace his fingers with yours again.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “I see her.”

Mitsuki kissed the top of your head, then stood so Masaru could bring the baby back to you. He laid her carefully in your arms, and the second her weight settled against your chest, everything—the pain, the fear, the long terrifying hours—faded into background noise.

Your daughter sighed, a tiny, content sound, and tucked her face under your chin.

In the quiet, Mitsuki wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand and muttered, “Well, shit. There goes my reputation as a hard-ass.”

And for the first time in nearly twenty-four hours, Katsuki laughed—rough, stunned, and utterly in love.

Credits for divider♡ @steviebbboi

© Ashthesalamipiece 2025. DO NOT TRANSLATE, PLAGIARIZE, REPOST ON OTHER PLATFORMS, OR USE MY WRITING FOR AI WITHOUT PERMISSION

[kmixer]

I shed multiple tears

[jynx-raven]

[miyamor]

❝ STICK TO THE SCRIPT; ❞

۶ৎ ft. e. kirishima navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ your relationship was as healthy as ever. what could've caused it all to falter?

"you think I'm that much of an idiot?" eijiro was staring you down, strong and unwavering. you could only sigh at his stubbornness.

"yeah? because why would you believe a stranger over me? for god's sake eijiro, I've put up with your ass for more than three years!" you couldn't help raising your voice. eijiro wasn't willing to give up on this conversation so easily.

"they had proof, y/n. I saw you with him. you weren't trying to hide it either so spare me your half-assed explanations and leave." he never raised his voice but the way he talked to you colder than ever hurt more than a shout. you swore you wouldn't cry in front of him, never again.

"leave?" you scoffed. "you're really doing this, huh?"

"people like you disgust me. I'm sure your boy toy would be more than willing to have you, y/n. I never want to see you again." eijiro's tone sent chills down your spine. since when did he learn to speak to others like this? you felt your eyes start to water as you open your mouth to snap back.

"CUT!" you hear your director exclaim as you were taken out of your trance. you were on a movie set. right. you were still stuck on the spot you stood, unable to move. until you started to hear voices from the background crew around you.

you breathe a sigh of relief, realizing the scene was over. you didn't know how much more of that conversation you could take.

"alright, let's take a five minute break, everyone! ashido I'm gonna need you near the left side of the set later." you were too focused on the instructions being given that you didn't realize eijiro staring at you. not with the same coldness he had just a minute ago, no. his scowl was replaced by his usual easygoing grin and wide eyes.

as the director finishes up his instructions, you turn to eijiro. just now realizing how much his expression had changed. you raise an arm, gesturing for a hug. your boyfriend quickly complies and comes closer to you. despite his grin, he talks to you in a low tone.

"I never want to talk to you like that ever again. I want you to slap me in the face if I ever use that tone with you." he whispers with a nervous laugh. you sigh and run your fingers through his hair. eijiro felt content with his arm around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder.

"I know sweetheart, I know."

a/n: I had the most random light blub moment yesterday and js had to put it out there no matter how bad this ended up being :p

© miyamor 2025 please do not edit, translate, or repost onto any other platform

[karikarasuno]

sometime, just for shits and giggles, you like to give bakugo a taste of his own medicine. for your own sick enjoyment.

“katsuki bakugo, get your ass over here right now!” you shout from the kitchen. your voice is stern, but you’re suppressing a smile. trying not to laugh at your own silliness.

“the fuck you yelling at me for?” you hear him shout back as he walks down the hall towards you. “what did i do?!”

he arrives in front of you with his hands spread out in question. his face morphed into his signature scowl. positively annoyed. but instead of answering him, you walk up to him. you kiss the furrow between his brows until it smooths out to leave just the wrinkles behind. you boop his nose playfully. he looks even more confused. moderately less annoyed because of the attention you’re suddenly giving him. but still scowling.

“what tea do you want me to make you before bed?” you ask casually. as if you weren’t just shouting at him a few seconds ago.

“chamomile is fine?” he says absolutely bewildered. arms now hanging limply at his sides. you turn away from him to laugh as you search the cupboard for the tea he requested. you hear his silent confusion quite loudly from behind you. you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling.

eventually, he walks away. but he mutters under his breath as he goes. “this fucking woman. pain in my ass. yelling at me like she’s my damn mother.”

[mokkiaun]

synopsis : katsuki bakugo loves when his beloved wife wears his merch.. | drabble + timeskip .

bakugo didn’t mind the merch adorned to his hero name, it was just there, the way a famous singer or actor might have cute t-shirts and pictures in shopping centres— on display in the shops window, he would happily sign posters, pictures, t-shirts and figures if his fans asked him to.

katsuki bakugo didn’t care about his merch, not until you started wearing it.

“cya’ hunny! I’ll be back soon.” you called, grabbing your purse and keys.

he turned from the kitchen, momentarily pausing his stirring. “you better not be using your own damned card..” he gruffed, placing a hand on his hip. “take mine.”

you rolled your eyes, “c’mon.. ‘tsuki.. I don’t wanna— I feel bad using your card..” you slouched into the doorframe of the kitchen, crossing your arms and furrowing your brows.

bakugo rolled his eyes, “just take it woman.”

“fine.” you mumbled, placing your bag on the counter near you and strolling to your shared bedroom to acquire his wallet.

just as he was about to turn around to continue cooking the spicy mapo tofu— a familiar orange, black and green jumble caught his eye.

hanging off your purse was a keychain— a chibi version of the blonde graced with an angry expression and a small red tick mark.

“…hm.” he felt a small smirk etch it’s way onto his lips, eyes squinting and glazed with a smug glint.

“..’kay I’m back! happy now?” you fussed.

bakugo was silent, the cute keychain still being toyed with between his fingers.

“cute keychain.”

your eyes widened, a shy grin making it’s way on your lips. “well, yes!— I’m obviously your number one fan..”

he stared at you, his rare soft smile slowly emerging.“mhm.. ‘course, m’favourite girl.” he whispered, leaning forward to peck your lips.

“buy more of my merch.. looks good on you.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, “sure, great explosion murder god dynamight..”

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[hypn0ticangel]

pro hero bakugou x pregnant reader

holding your pregnant belly

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

You were in the kitchen, making you and your husband Katsuki some ramen for lunch while fighting through the exhaustion that came with carrying your first baby.

Katsuki had insisted on making the ramen himself but you didn’t relent, mostly because you wanted to do something normal to occupy yourself rather than taking a nap or sitting on the couch.

Peace wouldn’t come easily anyway, not when the little shit you were growing liked to kick the hell out of you whenever you tried to relax.

You stood over the pot of ramen as it boiled with broth, stirring at the mixture as your stomach felt like it was weighed down with lead. Twinges of aches rippled through your back and shoulders as Katsuki came in from the bathroom having just got out of the shower.

He saw you by the stove, eyes trained on your sluggish movements and hunched posture.

He’d been researching ways to help you recently, hating that you were suffering from hormones and heaviness that inevitably came with pregnancy.

After scrolling on Tiktok for a while the previous night, he’d seen a few videos of pregnant couples trying something to take the weight off.

He decided to try it. Walking over to you from behind, you smiled softly. “Hey, Kats.” It was weak, weary from the lack of sleep as he snaked his arms around your waist and cupped your stomach.

Katsuki hummed, stroking over your stomach affectionately. “You doing okay, mama?” He mumbled in your ear, voice scratchy but soft in a way that was reserved for you only.

His hands cupped the bottom of your large pregnant belly, you not thinking anything of it as you leaned back against him. “I’m pretty tired, but other than that I- oh my god…”

You sighed in relief at the sudden release of weight from your stomach, eyes darting down. Katsuki was holding up your belly with his hands, taking the pressure off and it felt absolutely heavenly. Your aching bones relaxed and you melted into his body as he stood behind you.

He smiled to himself, giving you some gentle kisses on the cheek and neck. “Better?” He asked, gruff as your head came to rest back on his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered closed, letting out a pleased hum.

“Fuck, that’s so much better.” You exhaled, wanting to kiss his face but not wanting to break his hold on your heavy stomach.

Katsuki didn’t stop, just holding the weight for a little while as the ramen bubbled in the pot on the stove. “Thank you, baby.” You whispered.

He just kissed your shoulder, holding you like that for a couple more minutes. Now that he knew it felt good, he’d have to start doing this for you more often.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

kept seeing this on tiktok so decided to write a little smth.

send in requests for any fics 🫶

[neuvision]

KATSUKI BAKUGO hated matching things.

it always felt stupid to him, pointless even. why would you need to prove to others than you have some sort of relationship together?

whenever his friends tried to rope him into matching outfits on hangouts or getting those cheesy friendship bracelets, he’d brush them off with a snort and glare.

“useless.” he’d mutter, ignoring their disappointed faces.

it was even worse when he’d see couples on the street, strutting around in color coordinated outfits or giggling about some new keychain they bought together.

the mighty blonde felt he was too much of a badass for anything sappy and internally vomited whenever he passed by a lovesick duo.

but then, you came along.

you with your easy smile, magnetic personality and your ability to make everything fun. you never once asked him to do anything that made him uncomfortable, always respecting his boundaries. katsuki was too stubborn to admit it but he appreciated that respect.

you were a trend follower. not one of those over consumptive micro-trend followers but the type to see a recipe on tiktok and be filled with the urge to make it right that instant. katsuki would always find himself roped in, not by force, but by curiosity (and maybe concern).

he knew that if you were someone who was interested in what was trending, you’d surely know about matching couple items. but you never asked him to do it with you.

at first, he didn’t mind that. but slowly, it changed.

whenever you two would walk past a couple showing off their little trinkets or wearing matching headbands, he couldn’t help but notice you being so unbothered by it.

“what the hell?” he’d think, gripping your hand a little tighter and start stomping with a scowl on his face. why didn’t you want to do the same stupid shit like everyone else?

the thought lingered in the back of his head, it ate at him.

it got to the point that when you two were at a little street market stall, he found his eyes lingering at the duo keychains on display. there were some corny ones and some with questionable titles on them.

he didn’t need to buy you anything matching. but maybe the ‘badass’ blonde had finally gone sappy, maybe he wanted to buy something. maybe he did want to be like the couples he watched in disdain on the streets, obviously less extreme, but still enough to show everyone that you two were together.

his eyes landed on a particular pair. one shaped like a bomb and the other a firecracker. it wasn’t anything big, but it was a start.

his heartbeat quickened, a smile forming on his face, dimples revealing itself to the world and to the eyes of the watchful shopkeeper.

“wow young man! this for you and your special person?” the shopkeeper chirped loudly, grabbing your attention to what katsuki was holding.

katsuki’s eyes snapped up, clearly caught off guard and not ready with what he was going to say. he quickly shoved the pair into your hands, avoiding eye contact.

“i.. found something.” he said, trying to act nonchalant. your gaze softened as you looked at the keychains, a smile forming on your face as you looked at him with playful eyes.

“are these.. for us?”

“tch, yeah. whatever, don’t go getting all sentimental on me.”

but you didn’t. instead, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tightly as you spoke into his ears softly. “it’s perfect. thank you, katsuki.” you said, kissing him on his cheek before pulling yourself off of him.

as you both walked away, hand in hand, he couldn’t stop himself from sneaking a glance at the keychains dangling from your bags.

KATSUKI BAKUGO liked matching things, as long as it was with you.

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[cherrieshalo]

your two boys ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

requested by @silveritydreams in a comment <3

curling up on the couch after a long day of work was the best way to unwind. a cup of tea in hand, tv show on, and your boyfriend's cat curled up in your lap. it was perfect, really.

the front door clicked open and you turned to see bakugo trying to take off his hero boots with one hand.

"hi, kats...patrol okay?"

your boyfriend hummed in reply, slouching down onto the couch next to you. "wasn't bad. less rough that yesterday..." he picked up his cat from your lap and laid his head down instead. you began to run your fingers through his hair, only to be met with a dramatic meow.

the little furr ball wiggled out of bakugo's arms and padded up his body, planting itself square on his face before nudging your hand with his nose.

"oi! what the fu-" your boyfriend's shocked words were muffled by the new weight of fluff on him. he quickly sat up and took the cat off of his face, but the little rascal leaped out of his arms and back into your lap with the foulest side eye a cat could ever muster.

"excuse me. that is my girlfriend."

his cat simply continued to stare before nudging your hand once more in demand of pats.

"you have to share, honey..." you giggled, scratching behind the cat's ear.

"nuh-uh. you datin' me or my cat?" bakugo reached out for the cat once more, only for it to swipe it's little paw at him. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE-"

"you have to wait your turn, katsuki..." you giggled.

bakugo rolled his eyes and grumbled something about 'stupid cat' as he got up to go shower after his shift and grab a bite. when he returned, the affectionate feline was fast asleep on your lap.

"little shit..." bakugo huffed under his breath, standing in front of you with a scowl on his face.

the sight of the pro-hero angry that his cat was getting more cuddles than him was the funniest thing ever. oh, if only the press saw him like this... big bad dynamight angry that he couldn't get cuddles from his girlfriend after patrol.

"relax your face. you'll get wrinkles."

"not until that little shit moves and i get a turn!"

you rolled your eyes. "like father like son...he get's it from you. learned behaviour."

he bit the inside of his cheek. "5 more minutes and then i get lap time. and a kiss."

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his two girls catdad!bakugo

[xoxojisu]

katsuki calling you good girl...

DONT COME AT ME. HEAR ME OUT BEFORE YOU JUDGE. katsuki calling you "good girl" is like. SO hot.

and listen!! not even in a sexual or kinky way. its not sus i swear. but like. imagine.

you're chilling in bed together and you havent drank any water in a HAWT minute. you're feeling tired and groggy. so he takes his water bottle and lifts it to your lips, one hand on the bottle and the other steadying your head. he's doing all the work taking care of you and all you gotta do is sit there looking pretty. when he sees you drinking with no fuss he gives you this soft lil smirk and says "there you go. thats my good girl." all low and rumbly and caring. like AAAAAA.

you DONT GET IT IF YOU DONT GET IT. like he doesnt say it to be smug or hot he just means it. ITS LIKE. IDEK ITS HOT

ruffles your hair affectionately and says "'s cuz you're my good girl, yeah?" when you come up to him all starry-eyed about how well you did on a test.

"you were a good girl, hm?" when hes finally done with his homework and you can cuddle after hours of waiting patiently

"be good, baby" when hes going off on an away mission.

"that's my good girl.." when he's rubbing your back gently as you hurl over the toilet when you're sick.

ITS SO HOT. IDEC IF ITS ICK OR WEIRD OR CRINGE OR WTV I THINK EVERYTHING HE DOES IS SO HOT LIKE RAHHHH

[syrecjh]

'Posting my ex bc what’s he gonna do about it? This is my phone trend' w bakugo

You didn’t mean for it to blow up. Really, you didn’t. It was supposed to be one of those bored, late-night decisions, the kind you make while lying on your bed, wrapped in a blanket, your phone brightness too high and your sense of judgment too low. You’d scrolled past the trend a dozen times already: people posting photos of their exes with that smug caption, “posting my ex bc what’s he gonna do about it? this is my phone.” You’d laughed at it. Then, you’d paused.

Your thumb hovered over your gallery app longer than you meant it to.

You weren’t still in love with Bakugo Katsuki. Not officially, anyway. You’d broken up months ago, cleanly, the kind of split that leaves behind polite check-ins and half-meant jokes. But he still texted you sometimes. You still sent him memes, still keep the streak on tiktok. And you still, unfortunately, had an entire album’s worth of him: blurry selfies, stolen candid shots, that one picture of him squinting against the sun and flipping you off because you’d said he looked “soft.”

You should’ve deleted them. You didn’t.

Because deleting him felt like deleting a whole language you once spoke fluently.

So there you were, staring at the photo of him glaring at your camera mid-bite because you’d called him “cute.” That one you took when he wasn’t looking, hoodie up, lips parted, golden hour catching the sharp line of his jaw. He's wearing the goddamn hoodie, the one you used to steal, and your impulsive brain whispered, just one story. For the trend. For fun. For the joke. Or is it?

And before your rational brain could intervene, your thumb hit “post.”

posting my ex bc what’s he gonna do about it? this is my phone.

You tossed your phone aside, grinning at your own recklessness. It’d vanish in 24 hours, no big deal.

Except five minutes later, you picked up your phone again, and the notifications were exploding.

Heart reacts. Laugh reacts. Comments after comments like “NO WAY 😭😭”, “YOU STILL TALK? 👀”, “god you guys were so hot together omg”. Old classmates messaged you out of nowhere, the group chat went insane.

You were laughing, cheeks burning, when you saw it—his name.

katsukibakugo has replied to your story.

The message preview read:

katsukibakugo: The hell’s this supposed to mean.

You bit your lip, smiling so hard it hurt.

You typed back:

You: Relax, it’s just a trend. You’re famous again. You’re welcome 😌

A pause. Then:

katsukibakugo: Tch. I look good though.

katsukibakugo: You still got that hoodie, don’t you?

You snorted. Of course he’d notice that.

You: Maybe. Why, you want it back?

katsukibakugo: Nah. Looks better on you.

You were gone. Absolutely gone.

And then, as if the universe couldn’t resist feeding your delusion—

you saw his story update.

captioned: posting my ex bc what’s she gonna do about it? this is my phone.

And the picture—god, the picture was of you. Sitting cross-legged on the couch, sketching, your face in total concentration. You hadn’t even realized he’d taken it. The lighting was soft. The look on your face was unguarded, gentle.

The reactions doubled in the comment section. Kirishima was in all caps. Denki sent twenty skull emojis.

Your phone buzzed again.

katsukibakugo: Now we’re even, he texted.

You: So this is war? you replied.

katsukibakugo: Tch. You started it.

You: You still look at my pictures?

katsukibakugo: You still had them saved?

You grinned at your screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard as your heart kicked a little harder than it should’ve.

You: Maybe I wanted you to see.

The typing bubble appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.

katsukibakugo: Well now you got my attention, dumbass.

And just like that, it felt like nothing had changed—like you were both right back where you always ended up. In the middle of chaos, teasing each other across glowing screens, pretending it was a joke when it never really was.

Because trends die fast. Stories expire after twenty-four hours. But the memory of him, of that caption, that photo, that spark. Yeah, that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

[syrecjh]

──★ ˙🥤 ̟ !! Bakugo vs. The Straw

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

Five years after U.A., and somehow, you and Bakugo were still, well, you and Bakugo.

Older, busier, slightly more responsible, but still arguing over the dumbest things known to mankind. He’s a Pro Hero now, and yoou’re still you, camera always out, documenting everything like you’re afraid time might forget him if you don’t.

There are photos of him everywhere. Not that he’d ever admit he secretly likes it.

Him half-asleep on the couch after patrol. Him in the kitchen, hair a mess, frying pan in hand. Him squinting at your phone like it offended him. Him glaring into the camera while secretly trying not to smile.

Bakugo doesn’t really complain anymore—not since that one time he caught you rewatching old clips with this soft little smile like the world wasn’t ending for once. That did him in. So now, he lets you. He scowls, grumbles, but lets you.

Tonight, you finally convinced him to order takeout, an act of divine mercy considering he swears takeout is a arbage that’ll rot your damn insides.

You had to pout. Big eyes, small voice, please, Katsuki, I miss eating Takeouts.

“Tch. Fine. But next time I’m cookin’, got it?”

You agreed, of course. You always do.

So now, the two of you sit on the couch, containers spread out, your phone propped against a tissue box, recording as usual.

“Okay, okay,” you say into the camera, grinning. “Historic event, everyone. Bakugo Katsuki willingly eats takeout for the first time in, what is it, a month?”

He scoffs without looking up. “Two. And don’t act like this is a damn celebration.”

“It is a celebration,” you insist, poking his shoulder. “Look at you, being normal and human.”

“Keep talkin’ and I’ll feed you the box instead,” he mutters, but there’s a twitch in his mouth that betrays him.

You giggle, reaching for the drink, the single, massive cup you both agreed to share. It’s part of the tradition now: one drink, one straw. Always.

He takes the first sip, passing it to you without looking, too focused on his food. You take it, then, before bringing it to your lips, you grab a napkin and start wiping the straw.

Slowly. Meticulously.

Bakugo freezes mid-bite. “The hell are you doin’?”

“Just cleaning it,” you say innocently, pretending not to notice the vein popping on his forehead.

He squints. “We literally suck each other's mouth every day, dumbass.”

“Exactly,” you hum, dabbing the straw again, “and that’s totally different.”

He blinks at you. “How the hell is that different?!”

You shrug, fighting back a grin. “Different context.”

For a solid three seconds, he just stares at you like you’ve just offended him on the deepest, most personal level imaginable. Then he drops his chopsticks with a loud clack.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mutters, grabbing the drink right out of your hand.

“Wait—!”

Before you can stop him, he takes a long, obnoxious sip, eyes locked on yours. Then, with a smirk that’s all smug victory, he leans forward until the straw is pressed right against your lips.

“Go on,” he says lowly, voice dipped in challenge. “It’s clean now, right?”

You glare, but your heart’s beating too loud to sound convincing. “You’re such a child.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, grin widening. “Guess that makes you the idiot dating one.”

You push him lightly, cheeks warm, but he just laughs, this soft, husky sound that still hits you like it’s the first time.

You try to act normal, chewing your food, but he’s still looking at you—that look.

The one that’s half I’m gonna tease you forever and half you have no idea how gone I am for you.

He catches you sneaking a glance and smirks, mouth full. “Don’t even start. You’re the one who wiped the damn straw.”

“It was for science,” you mutter.

“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow. “What’s the conclusion, genius?”

“That you’re gross.”

He scoffs, leaning back against the couch. “Gross, huh? Tell that to the version of you that drools on my chest when you sleep.”

You gasp, eyes wide. “Katsuki!”

“What?” he says, feigning innocence as he reaches for another fry. “It’s true. I’ve got evidence.”

You launch a pillow at him, which he catches easily, smirking. “Aw, don’t pout, sweetheart,” he teases, voice turning softer, just enough to make your stomach twist. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your grin. “You’re infuriating.”

He hums, reaching out to tug lightly at a strand of your hair. “And you’re stuck with me.”

You look at him, really look, and realize he’s not just joking. His eyes are warm, steady. There’s a quiet tenderness there that you never quite get used to.

Later, when you watch the video back, you notice it again, the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention. The way his eyes soften, like you’re still the best damn thing he’s ever fought for.

And when he finds you grinning at the clip, he snorts. “Don’t post that shit.”

You grin wider. “Too late.”

“Tch.” He sighs, stealing another fry and muttering under his breath, “You’re lucky I love you, idiot.”

You pretend not to hear it. But your camera does.

[sugarwarachan]

honestly, i think the first time bakugou sleeps with you he’s almost overwhelmed by feeling. he finally has you right where he wants you, and the words just start tumbling out of him, awkward at first, his throat swelling around the sheer wonder that you like him back.

“how the fuck do people fall in love all the time?” he asks as he runs a hand over your waist, the other hitching your thigh around his hip. “feel like my chest is gonna fuckin’ explode every time I look at you.”

you smile wide and pull him down for a kiss. you kiss him in a way he didn’t know was possible, with desperation and deftness, like you’ve been kissing him in your dreams for months.

you guide his palm over your racing heart, and his own starts thumping like mad at the pet name.

“the feelings mutual, kats."

“i dunno, y/n." he shakes his head ruefully, searching for the words. "feels like I’m holdin’ an entire universe when you’re in my arms.”

immediately, your eyes well with tears. he starts to sputter, horrified he said something wrong. you cut him off with another kiss.

“you stupidly perfect romantic idiot,” is all you say, and he's not entirely sure if that's a good thing. he's not good at this, and this moment is probably exactly why, because he can't stop looking down at you and thinking something akin to gratitude.

you see him. all of him.

and you want him this desperately still.

so when he finally rocks inside you, both of your hands entwined with his, he has to suppress the i love you that bubbles in his chest.

(you already know. you've known forever, honestly, have probably loved him even longer, this stubborn, gorgeous, kind man whose every mannerism grew around your heart like a weed.)

so you say it first, and he's never loved you more.

[rosereveries]

bakugou who swears he’s not listening—always turns when you laugh.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x reader. fluff.

It started as a small thing, something no one really noticed at first.

Whenever you laughed, Bakugou’s head would snap toward the sound. Instantly. Instinctively. Like someone had pressed a switch in his brain labeled you.

Didn’t matter if he was in the middle of eating, training, or yelling at Kaminari—his eyes would flick in your direction the second that soft, genuine sound left your lips.

At first, Kirishima thought it was funny.

“Dude,” he whispered one day during lunch, leaning close with that toothy grin of his, “you know your neck’s gonna break one day if you keep doing that.”

Bakugou scowled. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, tilting his chin toward you where you were laughing with Mina across the table. Like clockwork, Bakugou’s head snapped around again.

Kirishima nearly howled.

“See?! Bro, you’re like a dog hearing its owner’s voice—”

“Shut up, shitty hair!” Bakugou barked, ears pink.

“Aw, come on, man! It’s kinda cute!”

Bakugou glared at him, but it didn’t help his case that you laughed again at that exact moment—and his eyes darted over again, completely betraying him.

Kirishima bit back a grin. “You don’t even realize it, huh?”

Bakugou grumbled, “Realize what?”

“That you don’t just turn your head when she laughs,” Kirishima said. “You smile.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Tch. Shut up.”

But when he heard your laugh echo again, soft and bright, his head turned.

And his lips twitched before he could stop them.

©rosereveries

[katscherry-deactivated20260506]

caught in 4k ✦

it had been a gruelling day for class 1a, aizawa hadn't exactly gone easy on them with training and all might had them fight out mock battles for half the day.

katsuki bakugo's dorm room was quiet. unusually quiet. and the reason was very clear. after an exhausting day, you did what any good girlfriend would do, you cuddled with your tired little boyfriend.

you'd padded into katsuki's room after taking a shower, smelling like your amazing self and flopped into his beefy arms as he covered you both with blankets.

katsuki nuzzled his head into your neck and wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you as close to himself as he possibly could. his warmth lulling you into a comfortable sleep as he gently massaged your scalp, raking his fingers through your hair.

about two minutes after you fall asleep, katsuki passes out too. exhaustion taking over his body.

poor, poor izuku was not prepared to see kacchan cuddling. he just needed to take back the notebook bakugo had borrowed from him and since the door wasn't locked he let himself in. it wasn't like he hadn't done it before.

izuku stopped dead in his tracks. the poor boy looked like a deer caught in headlights. he was so quiet that it seemed like he thought even breathing comfortably would wake bakugo up.

see, the thing is class 1a had no idea that the two of you were dating. not in the slightest. i mean, katsuki bakugo was not the type of guy you'd expect to be in a relationship. everyone thought no one could ever put up with him.

once izuku recovered from the monumental shock he'd gone through, he slowly pulled out his phone and clicked a picture. he then slowly backed out of the room and ran straight to mina.

oh, how mina smiled. that smile terrified izuku. pure nightmare fuel. mina forwarded the picture from izuku's phone to her own. and then she guaranteed certain death for herself. she sent the picture to the groupchat. the 1a groupchat.

and that is why katsuki and you are woken up from the depths of sleep by your phones exploding with notifications. katsuki tries to silence them but as soon as he sees the picture, he knows some extra is going to be missing their teeth.

meanwhile you just pull him back down and mumble sleepily about how they had to find out anyway and that you guys can deal with them after the nap.

katsuki obliges. pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, mentally making a note to lock the door from next time. no one would dare enter the room right now.

sleepy you was just so adorable, he didn't have the heart to move away from how you clung onto his tshirt. and sleepy katsuki was so sweet that you just couldn't bring yourself to care about the 'caught in 4k' texts that were being thrown around on the groupchat.

a/n: sleepy katsuki <3

©hikariiyaps2025

[cherrieshalo]

his two girls ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

based on this video :3

coming home late wasn't an unusual thing for bakugo. being a pro-hero, he'd have to stay later at the agency or pick up an extra patrol shift on several occaisions. it wasn't his favourite thing to do, but he knew it had to be done.

turning his key in the lock of the apartment after a long day, bakugo slowly pushed open door only to be met with the loudest meowing he's ever heard.

"yes, i know i'm late. no need to remind me."

he stared down at the small cat that began to pad around near his feet, mewls and whines just growing louder and louder by the second.

ever since getting an apartment with you, bakugo now had two women waiting for him at home each day. a blessing, really, but that also meant he had two women yapping about him coming home late.

bakugo bent down to scoop the cat into his arms, securely holding her against his chest with one hand and pushing the door further open with the other. he let out exhausted uh-huh's and yeah?'s as the cat continued to whine in his arms, now beginning to paw at his bicep.

a vocal one, this one was.

he locked the door behind them and kicked off his boots, a tired smile spreading on bakugo's face as you came to greet him.

"ugh, you're finally home, kats...took you long enough-"

bakugo scoffed slightly as you kissed his cheek. "please, not you too. i already got an earful from this one."

you pulled the cat from his arms with a small laugh. of course he was giving him an earful. "she was waiting for you for the past two hours. she was laying all curled up cute on your pillow."

"she's demanding as hell!" bakugo huffed as he continue to discard himself of his clothes. "whinin' and screamin' at me as i opened the door!"

"she missed you. i did too. but don't worry, she was also aggresively greeting me at the door when i got home."

he sighed, slowing down his movements. "i know. i'm sorry. paperwork was shit today. an intern fucked up." bakugo lifted his hand up to scratch behind the cat's ear. "yeah? she does it all the time. she gets pissed."

you nodded. "yeah...go eat. and shower. you smell. and then you can get cuddles from us."

"withholding cuddles...damn, evil. but fine. i don't want the little furball scratching up my clothes again."