Bakugo sincerely believes his mother loves you more than she loves him. The way she dotes on you, softens around you, and asks about you every time he visits alone is proof enough in his eyes. He never complains though, secretly, he likes how close the two of you are, even if he’d never admit it.
The day after you said 'yes' to his proposal, he decided to tell his parents. He drove to their house with you in the passenger seat, barely able to contain your happiness, while his handsome face held that familiar scowl meant to disguise his own excitement.
His mom and dad welcomed you warmly, just as they always did, ushering you inside while asking how you’d been.
And soon…
_ "WHAT? You actually proposed?! So you two are getting married?" Mitsuki blurted out excitedly, clasping her hands together as she looked between you and him.
_ "Why’re you yelling, old hag?!” Katsuki snapped back a little more furiously than necessary, his cheeks turning red. “Yeah, I did. What’s it to you?!"
_ "Because you’re an idiot, and I’m shocked someone put up with your attitude long enough to say yes!"
_ "Don’t call me that, damn it!"
_ "I’ll call you whatever I want, you brat! And you’d better treat her right, or I swear I’ll kick your ass!"
_ "Like hell I wouldn’t! I’ll treat her like a damn princess!"
_ "Good! That’s what I like to hear! And I want grandkids before I hit fifty!"
_ "That’s not up to you, hag!"
They went at it for several minutes, loud arguments mixed with even louder congratulations, while you and Masaru sat there quietly, smiling at your loved ones.
_ "They'll calm down soon," Masaru whispered to you, a gentle smile on his face, "would you like something to drink while we wait?"
You nodded your head, giggling softly. "That would be great, thank you."
cw: men who yearn, physical affection, kissing, soft bakugo, muscles described, kissing, swearing, & not proofread
ⓘ Featuring Bakugo initiating affection doesn't happen often, so when it does, you should keep it going.
Waiting up for Katsuki is kind of like playing around with a claw machine. You never really know what you're going to get.
It could be a prize you'll cherish forever. Like a kiss, an invite to shower together, a moment of weakness, or the rarest of all. When he falls into bed next to you and sleeps it off on your chest.
But it also has the possibility of getting nothing but a tired grunt while downing a bottle of water or just falling into bed without a word.
But no matter what he does, it's always worth it. He'll never push you away if you initiate affection, letting you rake your fingers through his hair & sleepily attaching.
"Honey?" You rasped, glancing over your shoulder at the feeling of Katsuki pressing his chest flat against your back. "What are you doing?"
He got home later than normal, looked unkempt & told you to go ahead and go to sleep while he showered.
"Nothing," Kats mumbled, eyes visibly tired, as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. hauling you close enough to tuck his face into the crook of your neck and press a soft kiss there.
"Baby. I'm trying to sleep." You mused, bringing up a hand to lightly tug at his blond strands.
"Hey. Shut up. I'm trying to get comfortable." He hissed, nipping at your cheek as he rubbed your stomach slowly. "Didn't mean to wake you. Just wanted to hold ya' tonight."
A soft sigh escaped your lips as you rolled over to press your chest firmly against his bare chest. "Hadn't fallen asleep yet; don't worry."
You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before tenderly tracing the scar there, watching in delight as the blush spread across Katsuki's cheeks.
"You're such a nerd sometimes." He huffed, grasping your hips & rubbing the soft skin slowly. "Not fair, I'm tired, no. Sleep-deprived."
"Long night?" You whispered, quickly pulling the blanket over his bare back, your fingertips lingering on his toned biceps before dragging up to tangle in his damp blond hair.
He always had this look in his eye after an annoyingly long night patrol, but tonight it just looked somber.
"You could say that, yeah." He admitted, leaning into your touch just a little, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "It's been a long, long night, honestly."
"Do you want to talk about it?" You whispered, trying to soothe him, sliding your hands to rest comfortably on his chest. "I don't mind staying up longer."
"No. No, not tonight." He shook his head before tucking you under his chin, moving to rub your shoulder gently. "I just want to hold you right now, if that's alright?"
It was your turn to blush, letting out a quick gasp at his warm chest pressing against your face before nodding quickly. "That's fine, baby; we can just sleep too."
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : rewrote my favorite Bakugo fic to celebrate 12k. original.
₊˚⊹♡ what do you do when your pro-hero husband comes back home reeking of another woman's perfume?! katsuki x fem!reader
if there's one think katsuki will always be, it's a homebody. as much as he absolutely loathes traveling, it's necessary as a pro-hero, and he's learned how to push through those difficult days without you physically present, whether it be facetime calls, text messages... or even keeping a small bottle of your go-to perfume on him for whenever he misses your scent.
after finally being given the green light that his mission was done, katsuki goes through the same dance he's done time and time again now—call you and let you know he's safe, get off his flight and onto the first uber available, and spray the travel size version of your perfume on his wrist, one which he keeps on his person almost all the time, before taking a power nap on the drive back home to you.
katsuki was too exhausted to notice the different scent of the perfume, one much stronger than your own, because he was out like a light after a few minutes. later, he'll realize he'd been sent the wrong version after checking his order history, but right now? he has absolutely no idea.
despite katsuki telling you earlier not to wait up for him since he'd be home late, you couldn't fall asleep—just how could you? you'd be seeing him in person for the first time after nearly two whole weeks apart! rolling over in bed, you grab your phone and check his location, following the little red dot that was driving closer and closer to your area of japan.
you're practically vibrating with excitement, and when you hear the familiar sound of the front door being unlocked, you throw you blanket off and stuff your feet into your slippers, practically skipping towards the front door downstairs as your dear husband stands there in all his glory
he's still in a suit—probably because he headed straight to the airport after his final meeting, and he looks exhausted beyond belief with his suitcase dragging behind him, but there's this little spark in katsuki's eyes that appears and shines when he sees you come down the stairs for him—and he audibly groans in relief
"fuck, that was hell. i can't believe i'm home." he grumbles, kicking the door shut behind him before you're moving forward on fast feet to embrace him. katsuki catches your hug with a grunt, wrapping his arms around you as the tension in his shoulders disappears and the crease between his brows softens
he's pressing kisses onto your hairline, gently cradling your head against him before being cut off when you raise your head from his chest with an odd expression
"what?" he frowns, not sensing what was wrong as you suddenly grab the edge of his suit and sniff
"the fuck..." he grumbles, watching you with narrowed eyes before you reel back from him with a mortified gasp
he smells sweet. sickeningly so. whatever scent is on him is so potent and feminine that you're struggling to accept the fact that he smells like this
"katsuki, why do you smell like that?" you ask in a taut voice, stepping back nervously as he stares at you blankly
"like what?"
"like another woman!"
his face scrunches up immediately in disgust and disbelief, lips parting as he shakes his head incredulously
"what?! no the fuck i don't!"
"yes you do!" you accuse, and he raises his arm to sniff the edge of his sleeve himself before paling as a brief flash of panic crosses over his face
"w-well, i don't know! i must've... ordered the wrong perfume or...something." he mumbles, a flush crawling up the side of his neck
your brows knit together in confusion. you know katsuki wouldn't ever cheat on you, but you'd certainly like to know why he smells like this
"what do you mean 'the wrong perfume'? how do you accidentally buy a women's perfume instead of your normal cologne?" you press, leaning closer to try and observe him, almost like you're searching for other signs of infidelity, and katsuki's genuinely offended as he sputters stupidly for a response
he digs his hand into his suit's jacket, pulling out the tiny perfume bottle that is indeed not your usual scent upon proper inspection, and he grumbles before moving aside to toss it
you watch him suspiciously, and he drags a hand over his face as if this was the most embarrassing moment of his life, mumbling a string of unintelligible words underneath his breath before you glare at him
"i said that i buy your perfume sometimes just to...smell it. and those fuckers sent me the wrong one this time around." he snaps furiously, gaze sliding towards you almost nervously afterwards as he watches you slowly process his words. but then he's groaning, because your eyes widen a fraction before a grin overcomes your face
"oh? realllyyyy?" you question, and his eyes snap towards yours before he's shaking his head and dragging you back towards the bedroom, grumbling angrily underneath his breath all while he strips himself of his suit, showers, and changes into his pajamas
he doesn't stop his incessant, angry mumbling until his arms are wound around tight your form and that familiar scent that is entirely and undeniably yours invades his senses. he relaxes, practically sinking into the bed, and you decide you'll tease him for this in the morning when he has the energy to bark back—for now, you press one last kiss into his freshly combed through hair and hold katsuki nice and close
bf!bkg who cannot stand seeing you put yourself down when it comes to taking what you want from him.
“Kats,” you sigh. “I don’t want to…”
Bakugo interrupts you, a hand coming up to brush the hair from your face. “Baby, you’re not usin’ me. Ya earned me fair an’ square. What’s the hold up?”
You actually don’t know why you’re hesitating. Hell, Bakugo loves when you come home and are all over him, climbing into his lap and kissing his neck until he melts into the couch cushions. It actually annoys him how easy his brain shuts off the second your lips meet his skin, an instant chemical reaction.
Now? You suddenly feel guilty for ‘using’ your boyfriend — it’s stupid. You know it is, considering your thighs are clenched and all you’re doing is standing in front of him.
“Enough’a that,” Bakugo declares, his voice taking on a low rumble that makes your face flush. “I told ya, I’m keepin’ every fucking moment of you givin’ yourself to me. If you wanna use me for comfort or release or whatever the hell you’re feelin’ right now... it’s yours. I’m yours — body, mind and fuckin’ soul.”
He pauses, his arms hooking around your waist to press you against him.
“So stop askin’ permission and just fuckin’ take what’s yours."
Boxer!Bakugou who has your initials sewn into his boxing gloves
Boxer!Bakugou who will literally refuse to even step foot in s boxing ring without a good luck kiss from you claiming “bad luck” and all that
Boxer!Bakugou who gets you free seats to every single one of his matches telling everyone you’re VIP
Boxer!Bakugou who hates posting on social media because of his fangirls comments that consist of “shes not treating him right” “His girlfriend cant fight all of us” or “what does he see in her” because you are the best thing to ever happen to him
Boxer!Bakugou who once heard his opponent talking about you in a bad light and got so mad that during the match he had to be held back
Boxer!Bakugou who won an olympic gold medal in boxing and when asked on whats his biggest motivation he said your name
Boxer!Bakugou who teaches you basic boxing techniques claiming they’re for “self defense” but in reality it’s because he finds you extremely attractive when your fighting
Boxer!Bakugou who is confused on why you have so much merchandise of him “You have the real thing right here, the fuck you need all these posters for?”
Boxer!Bakugou who when he does post on social media its literally only to brag about you
Boxer!Bakugou who doesn’t let any medical professional fix him up after a match. The only person he wants to do it is you
Boxer!Bakugou whos training playlist was made by you
Boxer!Bakugou who only follows you and 3 others on instagram
Boxer!Bakugou who once saw that “#BoxingBreakup” was trending on twitter with people saying you guys broke up and shut it down immediately saying “Ill retire from boxing before I even have the thought of leaving her.”
Boxer!Bakugou who likes to see you holding his belts because thats what truly makes him feel like a winner
Boxer!Bakugou who’s actually a really gentle person when it comes to his younger fans. Parents have said he’s like a big brother to all of his little audience
Boxer!Bakugou who got so mad during an interview when the interviewer said “Men’s boxing is the only good version of boxing” because who said women can’t do and be good boxing too?
Boxer!Bakugou who has to be forced into a self care day with you because you constantly fear that he’s going to hurt himself with the crazy training schedule he has
Boxer!Bakugou who still has a bedtime of 8:30
Boxer!Bakugou who tries not to get too bloody during matches knowing seeing his blood on his face scares you
Boxer!Bakugou who calls you his manager
Boxer!Bakugou who’s wallpaper is you guys punching a punching bag with matching boxing gloves
Boxer!Bakugou who loathed paparazzi not because they’re taking pictures of him, its because they’re taking pictures of you and he hates when people make you uncomfortable
Boxer!Bakugou who says during an interview “I don’t give a damn if she’s not a boxer like me, hell she doesn’t even have to be an athlete, she’s gonna be the one I marry”
a/n: it's a beautiful feeling to love someone so much that you feel as though it might kill you, and i'm grateful to say that I was able to write this from experience (p.s. listen to soft spot by keshi!! and the whole 'requiem' album <3)
katsuki softens the moment he sees you. every single time.
it was a small change at first, barely noticeable. he'd be scowling, a seemingly-permanent frown etched on his face, until you walked into the room. the moment his eyes landed on you, they would lose some of their fire, his bark would lose some of its bite. it was like the storm around him would quiet for just a moment, enough for you to walk through. and he would let you.
he never thought he'd experience a love like that. never thought he was capable of being loved like that.
at first it was terrifying. because how could someone as kind, as gentle, as alive as you find him worth loving? sure, he's a guy who talks big, but that's only because he never imagined a world in which that big talk would be challenged. katsuki never thought, for a single second, that something, or someone, would walk into his life and make him question everything he thought he knew about himself.
he finds himself doing things he wouldn't normally do. he doesn't like going out, but he'd do it for you in a heartbeat. he hated conversations that just felt like nothing but words to fill the silence, until your voice came into his head, and his heart; he could listen to you talk about nonsense for hours, just to hear your voice.
he didn't like anyone, he thought. he never had, katsuki had always just assumed it wasn't in the cards for him. and he was fine with that; he had goals to chase, and all of that romance stuff could be left to the wayward. it was the last thing on his mind growing up.
until suddenly he looked up from his life and realized that you had him wrapped around your finger. and he knew wouldn't change a damn thing, despite the fear (which he was beyond fearful—katsuki was fucking terrified of how much he loved you).
he had a soft spot for you, a warm place carved in his heart that mirrored the shape of you, and it was that warmth that kept that fire in him aflame. it was that warmth that, despite the terrible feeling that came with the fear of loving you so much it felt like his heart might burst out of his chest, he kept loving you, as long as you'd let him. it's no secret that he was hoping for forever.
୨୧ ៸៸ katsuki takes all steps of his morning routine very seriously ༝ ꒰ 700! ꒱
ꉂ — warnings : female reader ・ kissing ・ slight manga/anime spoilers ✦˚˖ ᵎᵎ
It's 10:50 on a Sunday morning when Katsuki emerges from your shared bedroom — eyes downcast, strands of ash-blonde falling into his vision.
He's fresh out of the shower, like always. And the smell that leeches off him tells you he's still using your soap despite complaining that it's too sweet.
Katsuki takes pride in his daily schedule. Every minute carefully curated down to the second — so routine it's practically muscle memory.
Making your morning tea was only the beginning, one part in the pro -hero's day that he chose to build his life around. The shiny ceramics wait for him on the counter; his & her mugs you'd begged him to buy during a work trip overseas.
"Sleep well?" he questions, as if he doesn't know the answer.
At 10:58, Katsuki hands you your drink, fingers brushing under the curve of the handle. His thighs act as your leg rest, as he trails a hand over the soft skin like it belongs there.
Katsuki's never mastered sleep, often caught under the spell of racing thoughts during late hours of the night — the one part of his curated routine he can never seem to grasp.
"Mhm" you start, taking a small sip of your tea before you reel back from the heat.
He's already eyeing you, reaching for the mug and blowing on the warm liquid between words, "That's it? Just 'mhm'?"
"You really want to know about how I slept, Katsuki?" you smile, digging the ball of your foot playfully against his thigh, "Don't you already know? I felt your eyes on me"
You get a pointed glare in response as he copies your earlier movement, bringing the mug up to his lips and testing the temperature before he's handing it off to you — another habit he's picked up since being in your presence.
Katsuki dubs this his second favourite part of the morning. When his shoulders lax at the sound of you. You could talk about anything, from mundane complaints to quiet observations, because somehow your words are a piercing veil over all the noise in his head.
By 11:05, Katsuki wants you closer — especially when he feels the warm grasp of fatigue clinging to every inch of him at the soft lull of your voice — at least that's his excuse.
The mug's plucked from your hands, tea sloshing against ceramics as it's set down on the coffee table — on a coaster, of course. Katsuki spent way too much on this lump of wood to afford scratches, or worse, water rings.
You're settled into Katsuki's lap in the blink of an eye, your front pressed against his — mere inches from each other as you bask in the early morning glow shining through the curtains.
"Any plans for today?" you murmur against his lips, arms snaking around his neck as you make yourself comfortable.
"Do you have plans?"
You blink, "No.."
He smirks, voice honeyed with morning husk, "Then no, my day's clear." By the time Katsuki pries his eyes away from you, it's 11:10.
Just one more minute. And, instinctively, his eyes are already searching for your lips.
The pale green flash of the clock on the oven blinks at you tauntingly. "It's 11:11 ."
"Oh, yeah?" warm hands trace your sides, tugging at your waist to pull you in closer, "What's that mean?"
"Shh, stop talking."
He wastes no time — his lips pressing so gently into yours, like if he goes any faster the moment won't last. Each touch of your mouth is deliberate, slow. Your body sinking into his touch.
The kiss only leaves you breathless, air escaping the both of you through quiet sighs and soft exhales.
In all his life, Katsuki never imagined a future like this, his whole day quietly shaped around the numbers on the clock. 1:11, 3:33 — small moments of his busy life that, somewhere along the way, started to feel like they belonged to you.
You plant a small kiss to the apple of his cheek, already thinking about the day ahead under the soft arches of your shared home. "I'll be back"
A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips, drifting into the lull that fills the next hour — and, to no surprise of his own, Katsuki's already antsy for 12:12.
a/n: i hope this comes out clearly ... my parents used to kiss on all the angel numbers when i was a kid > < and i think it's cute now even though i thought it was disgusting before ... i was their biggest hater. thank you my dear @kamislop for betaing.... again ❤︎ sigh soft love ... -> masterlist | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
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❥ ngghhh bumping into hot neighbor bakugou on your morning jog in your cute pink gym co-ord, watching him mow his lawn
you slowed to a stop before you even realized you'd stopped running. you pull out your earplug, standing across the street to watch him shamelessly. his abs were glistening, the perfect glow under the early morning sun. he was to die for, biceps bulging as he pushed around his lawnmower, wiping sweat from his forehead with an arm.
he'd lived next door for three months, and somehow the man only got better looking each time you saw him.
you blink, the corners of your lips quirking at the sight.
you’ve been trying to plot— or, better put, figure out ways to talk to your new neighbor. you had introduced yourself when he first moved in on his doorstep with a flirty smile, pink sundress, and homemade cookies that had actually come from sweet mrs. shuzenji two houses over. and there were other times... the friendly waves while checking your mail, a few conveniently timed conversations while watering your many roses.
but even still, he never really looked your way, instead focusing on his plumbing work and minding his own business. bless his heart.
most ladies would’ve taken the hint. however, you were a persistent woman. if you saw something you liked, you had to have it.
you inhale slowly, wiping sweat from your brow before jogging across the empty street.
katsuki looks up at the sight of you, pausing his work. you’ve pulled off your other earplug, your hand curling over the white fence as you idly twirl the headphone wire around your fingers.
“well good morning, katsuki.” you drawl, a flirty purr to your voice, eyeing the blond up and down. it’s disguised as playful, but to leave a man wondering if you'd meant to look at him like that.. when you’d really like to eat him up.
it’s one of your best tricks. subtle so that it doesn’t come off too headstrong, but intriguing enough to make the men want more. you like to do that a lot, up until when they decide playtimes over, and they need you.
he hums, resting his big arms atop the lawnmower with a small nod. “morning.” he rumbles, a little miffed at being interrupted, though his eyes flick down your figure for the briefest second.
“i was just out on my morning jog,” you say, still absentmindedly playing with your headphone wire. “you being out at this time is like fate.”
you could’ve done better than that. fate? but he takes the bait anyway.
“oh?” he gruffs, lifting a brow. he readjusts himself, leaning on only one arm instead and turning his body more toward you. he scoffs, “and how’s that?”
feisty. it makes you grin.
you like that about bakugou, he’s simple.he keeps to himself like some grumpy old man trapped inside the body of a stupidly gorgeous god. all broad shoulders, quiet stares, and thick muscles.
you shrug with a small hum, “you’re great eye candy.”
katsuki clears his throat, nodding like he doesn’t know how to reply. the tiniest hint of color dusts the tips of his ears before he looks away, pretending to inspect the lawn instead.
you laugh in that perfect pitch where no one could tell you’re putting on a show. you slip your earbuds back in. “sorry to bother you.” you croon, a smile on your lips like you don’t really mean it.
