Gender: GN (there is the mention of 'handyman' but that means nothing for the gender)
Song inspo: Where is my Mind? ~ Pixies
A/N: I see those cowboy! Bakugou fics everywhere but what if the roles were reversed?
Hope you enjoy sweets!♥︎
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Back in his little home town, Bakugou was considered the 'stallion of Sunway Valley', he was a common sight around town, always ignoring the flaunts of every girl in town, working in his old man's car repair shop, and going to school regularly. It was until he got a scholarship to go to a prestigious school away from his hometown that his face was no longer seen.
It had been over 3 years now he has been away from home, and since summer break came along, he decided to visit once again. Everything was the same, as if nothing had changed. Except the new handyman at his dad's car shop.
The first time he met them was on a hot summer day, one of the hottest of the year so far. The sun had radiated onto Bakugous skin as he treaded the familiar way to his dad's shop, skin glistening as he walked through the garage and he stoped suddenly as a person came out from underneath a car.
He would never admit it, but it was love at first sight. How your body moved as you adjusted yourself, the oil shining your body in all of the right places and damn that tacky handy man suit mixed with your black tank top and doc Martin's made you look so hot.
"Hey! Sorry if this's weird, haha. Name's y/n. 'M your replacement handyman I guess."
And that's what locked his heart onto yours after he heard your quite angelic voice and held your calloused hand.
After that interaction, Bakugous subconcous made it his mission that at the end of summer break, you're going to be his. And he's going to be yours.
It started off as little things, readjusting back into the car shop, helping out ever so often while trying (and mostly failing) not to admire you as you worked. Then it was the lunches he would make you on occasion as a thank you for helping to repair that difficult truck. Then those small lunch talks turned into long and deep conversations about eachothers lives and dreams.
Throughout the summer, you two grew closer and closer together, forming a bond that Bakugou was becoming anxious to lose as the days went by quicker and quicker, leading to the last day of summer break.
It had grew on his mind gradually; that he will go back to school and probably lose contact with you forever. And if he didn't want to lose that contact, he would have to confess.
But that also came with its own set of problems and fuck what if you don't like him? What if this whole thing was for nothing? What if you don't love him as much as he loves-
"Yo, you okay there man? You've been spacing out for a while now." You spoke up, breaking Bakugou out of his raging mind with a cool beer pressing against his arm.
It was the last night of summer break, before he has to leave early in the morning.
Before he leaves you.
He takes the beer out of your hand, freeing you to open your own bottle and taking a short swig of the alchohol, exhaling as you looked up at the stars.
Bakugou took a long gulp of courage and glanced to you. God you looked so beautiful under the stars.
Why did it have to be a nice night for this?
"I'm...I'm nervous about something." He broke the silence, making you look over to him encouragingly as you took another sip.
He can't bear to look at your face now, so he looks back up.
"I...we're freinds right?" Good start.
"Yeah. Of course we are. If we weren't, I wouldn't be here with you, now would I?" You responded with a quiet chuckle.
He smiles softly and looks back to you.
"Yeah. I guess so. I asked you that because..." He stopped. The words were right there, you were right there. Why won't the words come out?
"Because...?"
Bakugou breathed in the cool dry air and took another swig of his beer, placing it down on the wood beside him and looked to you.
"Because I want to be more than that." He spoke slightly louder, being as blunt as possible with the beverage still coursing through his veins. If he gets rejected, at least he has a drink to soothe his already aching heart.
It was quiet for a while, the crickets chirping rythimatically along the field of grass and the cool wind blowing against your skin.
"...really?" You spoke quietly, not wanting to shatter the already sensitive tension. Your heart was pounding a mile a minute now. If it wasn't the beer that buzzed your mind, this certainly did. You couldn't believe it. Really? The 'stallion of Sunway Valley'- Bakugou Katsuki likes you?
"Really." Bakugou spoke quieter as he leaned cautiously towards you, his breath smelling slightly like beer, you noted, as you quickly closed the gap between you two with a quiet, but passionate kiss.
With every second you two tried to memorize every curve of your lips, how they felt, tasted, how your scents mixed perfectly with eachother as your lungs now alerting you for air, breaking the searing kiss. As you two stared at eachother, Bakugou couldn't help but hyperfocus on your eyes.
He noticed them before, but not like this. Your eyes were different now. They glistened more than usual and your cheeks burned with passion as your lips were now slightly swolen. He took in everything about you and in that moment he realized,
"I'm in love with you." He breathlessly spoke, smile beggining to widen as he saw yours do the same.
"I'm in love with you too."
You kissed one more time behind the shop as Bakugou was about to leave, promising to keep your summer flame alive as he drove away into the distance, feeling his heartbeat thump to the thought of you once more.
Your voice raised among all else, echoing throughout the apartment, silencing his. Your rage was at an all time high this time, and it was the first time it was directed at Bakugou.
You had a very long day, and, usually, you would ask bakugou to get his feet off of your coffee table, with such a sweet tone, but today was not the day.
And Bakugou couldn't get enough of it. He zeroed in on your state, eyes piercing through his soul as if look could really kill, plump lips contorting with such fierceness, your body, confident with power and rage as your hands flung around and sometimes pointing at him in accusation.
At this point, he could not focus on anything exept you. How you somehow captured the entire rooms attention, even though it was just him, he still felt like he was being humiliated in front of millions. And he would gladly do so, if to satisfy his overpowering queen again.
God were you so hot in this form, overtoping him so easily, making damn sure he listens, and he does. Spewing out criticism upon criticism, forcing him into the spotlight of destruction, and he would gladly take it. He would take all of your rage in full, just to make you satisfied and happy again, as you deserve.
And so, he sits on the couch, feet off the coffee table, head up at you in your buisness attire, watching dutifully as you let your frustrations out and-
"Are you hard?" You ask, voice now cold and piercing, eyes narrowing at the tent in his pants and back up to Bakugous eyes, pupils blown out, almost covering those beautiful scarlet irises.
" m' couldn't help it. You look so pretty when you're mad." He states, the need in his jeans growing tighter and tighter each second as you observe his vulnerable state.
You look up again to his face, cheeks pink with slight embarrassment but mostly lust, and lips slight pouted as he waits for your reaction.
You stand tall and you look down at your man, a smirk growing on your face as his begins to contort in nervousness and excitement.
Summary: Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t like dancing, but his birthday party leads him to a few conclusions he wouldn’t have reached without trying.
Cw: sfw, cursing, reader wears a dress, slight mention of alcohol, pro heroes but it’s not really relevant, lots of fluff for the birthday boy | word count: 2.1k
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It was never just dancing.
It’s his 22nd birthday, and he’s at a party he never asked for. Considering that this happened every year despite his opinion of social events never changing, Bakugou thinks that the celebration may be less for him and more for the enjoyment of its hosts. If he liked parties, he might appreciate it more– when his idiot friends put their shared three brain cells together, they could actually pull together something a step above a disaster. He’s not actually ungrateful though, he’s secretly glad that his friends care about him so much as to plan something nice for him when his birthday rolls around. This year, he’s mildly impressed by their choice of venue, reminiscent of a small, exclusive night club. The bar has a variety of drinks to choose from, and the dance floor has slowly filled with a number of his acquaintances, shadowy figures swaying under color changing lights. But as he watches Denki down four shots at once from his corner of the lounge, Bakugou begins to wonder how much longer it’ll be before he can leave his own party unnoticed. It’s past his bedtime, after all.
“What’s the birthday boy doing over here all alone?”
A/N: took all inspiration from listening to Olivia Rodrigo's, 'Drivers Licence' at 2:30 in the morning.
Hope you enjoy my sweets!♥︎
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It was a quiet night as the car drove by in a moderate pace, houses blurry on all sides as he drove on and on. The turns and twists of this road felt so familiar, yet strange at the same time. A soft playlist sung through the emptiness of the car, only carting through Bakugous ears.
It was odd, really. He shouldn't be up at this time but here he is, insomniac mind keeping him up at 2:25 in the morning and making more turns, only glancing at the street sign, indicating where he was going to. He only realizes when he pulls up to the same house.
But the different thing was, that you two had broken up. A familiar song began to play through his radio speakers as he begins to adjust himself.
Dear God, why this song?
But he kept the tears at bay as he instinctively looked up to your bedroom window, still the same. His heart pounded against his ribs in anticipation, briefly forgetting the last interaction that you two had. The light was on, so you were awake but why were you not there? Why weren't you there?
'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened as the vrring of the engine led him down memory lane, traveling through happy memories and similar situations to this one. Where you would look out the window, smiling so widely at him, then sprinting downstairs and bolting at the door to see him, only slipping that one time in the winter. And you would come up to his car and kiss him everytime.
'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street.
You didn't actually say that, but to him it felt like you did. And it was true too. He did say forever, he really did. He said forever when he kissed you for the first time, when he put his jacket on you when you were cold, when you took care of him whenever he was hurt. He did say forever.
He did, he really did... didn't he?
Didn't he say forever to you everytime he looked at you like the moon, that would light the path way through the abyss of his wretched mind, the only thing that would warm his steady, cold heart, his only flower, his love? Didn't he...?
He looked up at the window again, hoping to see his forever again.
And you did too.
You looked down at the car, it was the same car that you would get excited over everytime it came around. You chewed your lip as your mind berated you for looking again. But you couldn't deny this simple, yet brutal fact. You couldn't deny the heartache that you felt everytime you would walk past him, going to familiar places or feeling familiar things without him. You couldn't deny the raging love you still have for him. He was your sun that would lead you through the coldness of the night, the ground that you would steady yourself on, and the man that you called your forever. He was your forever.
You examined his face as he smiled. It wasn't the usual smirk he would give when you would come up to the window. No, it was a more gentle one, an admirable one as he finally saw his forever. And you couldn't help but smile too as the tears ran down your face and ignored your logical minds words as you quietly ran down the stairs and out the door, only slipping that one time in the winter.
The only difference was now was that he came out of the car too, unable to stay in his seat for long and embracing eachother again. Finally, the familiar angst went away as you hugged, trying to snuggle deep into eachother, wanting to mold together more and more. It felt right, doing this.
The both of you began to mutter strings of love and anguish, pleading with eachother to never leave again, to stay by their sides as you professed your love under the moonlight again.
And so, Bakugou drove to the park, running towards the little empty field surrounded by the wood that only you two knew, and under the moonlight, you two slept peacefully, knowing that the other half was with you again, forever. ♡
You had left the night before, just after dinner, to hang out with your girlfriends. You deserved this day off, since taking care of six kids as well as a beat-up husband is quite the work load. You were a stay at home mom at the moment, working tirelessly day after day, for Bakugou to come home to a spotless and quiet house.
How did he get you? He thought everyday when he saw you, still as beautiful as the day he met you.
He thought of that again, as he finally layed his forth boy into his bed, tucking him in and kissing his forehead. He looked at his four boys, they were rowdy as fuck today, but Bakugou thought he handled them well.
He trotted out of their room into his twin girls room, surprised the their beds were empty. Where were they?
He walked back out and began to search the house.
The kitchen? Maybe they went to get a quick snack or some milk, they liked that. They weren't there.
The living room? Are they watching TV? They weren't there.
He went back upstairs to his and yours shared bedroom, and-
"There you girls are, what are you two doing in my bed?" He smiled, walking over and picking up both of them.
They were so small in his arms, being the youngest twins out of their other four brothers. They dug themselves into the sides of his neck as one of them quietly mumbled,
"Mish yew." "Yeah." The other agreed.
His heart melted when he looked down at them- identical twins, both looking the exact same as him, a stark contrast to his other children; having genes similar to you, surprisingly. But they had his confidence, while his girls had your calm demeanor.
He held them close to himself, kissing both sides of their heads and heading to bed. He tucked them into his bed. Knowing that the girls have a bit more trouble sleeping alone at night, he layed between them, letting the girls snuggle close to him as he held them protectively.
"Goodnight, honeys." He spoke gently.
"Goodnight" "night"
At this point, the exhaustion had hit him like a dump truck and so, he finally let his eyes sleep as his mind praised you for your patience with his kids and overall greatness as a parent.
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It was around 2am, more later than you had assumed you would be coming home. The click of the front door was deafening as you walked into the quiet home. It was a fun night overall, you thought, going out and doing whatever you wanted for a night was a good idea to let yourself relax and de-stress. Throughout the night, of course you thought about your husband and the kids, how they were doing and if he was handling them well. Taking a look at the mostly clean living room, you thought it went as well as handling 4 tween boys would be like.
Cleaning up a bit more, you looked around in approval at the now more clean room and decided to quietly head upstairs. The clip of your heels cracked against the hardwood floor as you walked over to your bedroom. As you opened your bedroom door, your yawn was accompanied by a small gasp at this new sight. There was your husband, sleeping soundly with an occasional snore, but what was surprising was your two youngest daughters sleeping side by side with their father, their faces smashed into his sides as the three slept peacefully. You them smiled softly at the sight and took a picture of the sight, not wanting to forget this moment forever.
After taking the picture, you then took your pajamas to your bathroom and changed there, not wanting to risk waking up anyone. After changing and completing your nightly ritual, you then came out of the bathroom and headed towards your bed. Bakugou was not really a deep sleeper, due to his job needing him to be on guard, so when you came home, it woke him up.
You two then gently lifted one of the twins, carrying them back to their room and letting them get comfortable in their beds. Giving them both a kiss on the forehead, you and Bakugou soon left the room hand in hand and finally got into bed again.
"Mm..love you." Bakugou grumbled as he now held you close to him.
You smiled, giving him a soft peck on his cracked lips and responding gently;
Your voice raised among all else, echoing throughout the apartment, silencing his. Your rage was at an all time high this time, and it was the first time it was directed at Bakugou.
You had a very long day, and, usually, you would ask bakugou to get his feet off of your coffee table, with such a sweet tone, but today was not the day.
And Bakugou couldn't get enough of it. He zeroed in on your state, eyes piercing through his soul as if look could really kill, plump lips contorting with such fierceness, your body, confident with power and rage as your hands flung around and sometimes pointing at him in accusation.
At this point, he could not focus on anything exept you. How you somehow captured the entire rooms attention, even though it was just him, he still felt like he was being humiliated in front of millions. And he would gladly do so, if to satisfy his overpowering queen again.
God were you so hot in this form, overtoping him so easily, making damn sure he listens, and he does. Spewing out criticism upon criticism, forcing him into the spotlight of destruction, and he would gladly take it. He would take all of your rage in full, just to make you satisfied and happy again, as you deserve.
And so, he sits on the couch, feet off the coffee table, head up at you in your buisness attire, watching dutifully as you let your frustrations out and-
"Are you hard?" You ask, voice now cold and piercing, eyes narrowing at the tent in his pants and back up to Bakugous eyes, pupils blown out, almost covering those beautiful scarlet irises.
" m' couldn't help it. You look so pretty when you're mad." He states, the need in his jeans growing tighter and tighter each second as you observe his vulnerable state.
You look up again to his face, cheeks pink with slight embarrassment but mostly lust, and lips slight pouted as he waits for your reaction.
You stand tall and you look down at your man, a smirk growing on your face as his begins to contort in nervousness and excitement.
Hii there!! If you don't mind, I will like to make a request. So basically Bakugou and reader had a huge fight and reader starts ignoring him. Maybe he starts to feel touch starved and asks for some attention??
:0 oooooooooo
Also sorry that this took so long lol 😅
It was 7:30 when it had started. At first, it was small banter but gradually became a war zone. Neither of you remembered what the original spark was for this fight, as you two had trampled between topics, giving out more ignition for the flame rather than an extinguisher. Bakugou remembered small fragments of actual conversation between you two, as you both were yelling overtop eachother, barely hearing what the other has to say.
It was a shitshow, to be honest, and now that it was 10:22, the fire has soon simmered on its own, the room still tense even thought you had went to the bedroom, bakugou sitting on the large couch in the living room.
He rested his chin onto his clasped hands, thinking about the whole ordeal. The clock ticked and ticked, lulling him into a state of zone, focusing more onto the argument, and the growing need for your touch.
He was never good with his words, he knew that. So he would express most of his opinions and thoughts through actions, soft, fleeting touches, calming his storm.
He bit his lip, the nulling sensation of emptiness and guilt eating away at his core, he just couldn't handle it anymore. So he stood, trudged upstairs to your shared, now locked, bedroom, and knocked two times.
Silence was met.
He knocked twice again.
Silence again.
He sighed softly, out of even more guilt and relief as he slid down the door until he now sat on the floor. He rested his arms on his knees and instead of thinking, he began to ramble of sorts.
"M'sorry." He began. Soon after that his rant took the reigns and flowed out of his mouth. The guilt, criticism, sadness, longing, all of it came out, with the thought that you wouldn't hear this because you were asleep.
You weren't however. The bed felt too cold without him and the room was far too quiet. So it was surprising to hear footsteps walk closer and closer to your door and four knocks. You wanted to let him in so badly but with the curiosity of what he'll do after that and you just being stubborn, you didn't. And so, you heard him slink down and speak his mind. How sorry he is for everything and also pointing out the things you were sorry for too.
It was about halfway through his rant that you decided that it was enough of an apology to get you back to him. So you lifted your covers, walked over to your heart, and opened it for him, giggling softly at how he fell back to your feet and looking up so lovingly at you, longing for your warmth again.
You opened your arms, signaling him to slot himself perfectly into them, exhaling a large happy breath as Bakugou held you tight. He missed this so much. He missed how he couldn't really survive without your touch, kisses, heartbeat, he just couldn't survive a night without all of those.
With this realization, you two head back into your cold bed, warming it up quickly as you two snuggle close for the night, mind, body, and souls happy again.
Bakugou just cannot for the life of him- sleep without you.
It's like both of the pillows are somehow hot.
It's that uncomfortable feeling of either you're too hot or too cold.
It's just that he's incomplete without at least feeling your hand gently hold his while you two sleep.
I feel like after waiting for you for at least fifteen minutes, he gets up, walks (more like stomps like he's five years old) to your office, and try to get you to bed.
He will do anything to get you to bed, talk you to sleep, drag you out of that goddamn chair, even beg you to please go the fuck to sleep.
Because he just can't seem to sleep right without you.
So, he gently grabs your hands, while whispering sweet nothings into the cool air, he brings you to your shared bedroom, bringing you to your empty bed and filling it with a welcomed warmth.
And finally, as you snuggle closer to Bakugou, he exhales and falls asleep with a ghost of a smile on his face.
I feel like he would be such a dumbass. Like he’s a meathead all the way. But for some reasons, he’s cute and and you don’t want to let him go. To feel his strong, muscular body against yours and a deep mumble in the morning, “staayyyy babyyy, jus fo’ a lil longerrrr”
To feel him pick you up and give you those kinda sloppy kisses after a long day of not seeing each other, not really caring about the weird stares or whispers about you two, unlike you.
Who will call you (again) just about after lunch because, “I miss ya’ already, baby!!”
he may be dumb, but he’s not that dumb to the point he doesn’t know when another girl is trying to get with him. He’s the most loyal man you’ll meet, will probably respond to anyone who tries with him is, “i got someone and they’re the best girlfriend I got!” Cue the rant about you until the other girl or guy leaves
The only thing he studies extensively is you. He practically knows everything about you, your likes and dislikes, favourites, even down to your little quirks that you don’t even know you have
With this knowledge, dates are very comfortable and fun, depending on what you like and both of your interests
He is willing to comfort you for as long as possible, give you anything and everything to see his sunshine smile again :)
Even let you snuggle deep into those fat tits pecs
Bakugou just cannot for the life of him- sleep without you.
It's like both of the pillows are somehow hot.
It's that uncomfortable feeling of either you're too hot or too cold.
It's just that he's incomplete without at least feeling your hand gently hold his while you two sleep.
I feel like after waiting for you for at least fifteen minutes, he gets up, walks (more like stomps like he's five years old) to your office, and try to get you to bed.
He will do anything to get you to bed, talk you to sleep, drag you out of that goddamn chair, even beg you to please go the fuck to sleep.
Because he just can't seem to sleep right without you.
So, he gently grabs your hands, while whispering sweet nothings into the cool air, he brings you to your shared bedroom, bringing you to your empty bed and filling it with a welcomed warmth.
And finally, as you snuggle closer to Bakugou, he exhales and falls asleep with a ghost of a smile on his face.
- in the mornings, he will kiss you awake cuz u deserve to be showered in kisses (and sum tickles too)
- also will make you the most heartiest breakfast you have ever had
- he loves to take pictures for your Instagram
- like this man will turn into a professional photographer for u, kneeling down, turning the camera, HD editing, all that works
- he HAS to show the world the beauty that he has in his arms rn
- gurard dog bakugou(tm)
- he will protect you from anything and everything
- rain? Gives you his coat and his umbrella too, even though he's now soaked but you're fine, right?
- the road? You bet he's gonna drag your ass back to the other side of the road because you wanna die? (HUGE over exaggeration)
- people? Hide behind him, he'll tell everyone to fuck off
- whenever yall go out, he will hold your hand always, it calms him knowing that your there, squeezing his hand softly with love
- cuddlesssssssssssss
- especially after a tiring day, he'll take you away from whatever your doing to your bed and he'll just plop down on you and snuggle into your chest, letting out a deep sigh
- whenever you go shoping, if you see something you like, but won't buy because it's too expensive of something, expect that same peice of clothing on your bed the next day
- also he will encourage you to wear whatever you want to wear, and when you do, he'll praise the hell out of you and hold u real tight while kissing all of your body
Quotes you'll hear him say a lot when he's with u:
- "gat DAMN you looking real FINE mama-"
- "damn baby, didn't know you were dressing like a goddess today~"
- "love ya' baby~"
- "c'mon darling, you really thought I wasnt gonna buy you that shirt you wanted?"
