even if he didn't show it, bakugo was thrilled to finally let you into his home.
you had been together for nearly two years at this point and your lease for your own place was ending, so why not move in with him? you were shocked when he proposed the idea, but agreed after barely a second thought. you loved him, he loved you...you spent most night's at bakugo's place anyway so there really wouldn't be a difference, would there?
you already had so much of your stuff there! a whole cabinet of snacks in his kitchen and a drawer of your things in the bathroom. whenever bakugo does the laundry, most of his basket consists of your clothes instead of his. and that stupid fluffy blanket you left draped over the couch? his friend's laughed at it when the two of you got together because it was very much not 'bakugocore'...whatever the hell that meant.
one evening after coming home from a particularly rough patrol, bakugo barely took off his boots before some ridiculously sweet smell filled his nose. he could immediately tell you were lighting a candle, but looked up to see his place more...decorated.
"what the hell...?" he grumbled under his breath, stumbling further into his apartment.
a purple rug now sat under under the coffee table. a framed photo of the two of you from your first anniversary dinner hanging above the dining room table in a spot where he said we would put a clock -to which he never did.
some of your knick knacks he remembered seeing in your room arranged cutely on the tv-stand. in addition to that blanket you left on his couch all that time ago sat three new throw pillows.
'hey..." bakugo kissed your cheek as you sat hunched over the dining room table, sorting through some papers. work related? lease related? he had no clue nor did he care much for it anyway. "i see you were busy getting cozy."
you nodded with a soft smile at him. "mhm. i've always told you your place looked so dull. look how much more colourful it is now! i also got you a new spice rack because you were complaining non-stop about the old one."
shifting to sit beside you, bakugo leaned his arm against the table to rest his chin in his palm. damn, he could get used to this. coming home and the first thing he sees is you...amazing view, really. "yeah, guess it is. but you didn't need to, i could have fixed it no problem."
"but you didn't!" you sing-songed to him and boy, did his heart melt. "oh, i found this fantastic side table on sale quite close from facebook market place. can we go visit the seller and pick it up tomorrow? i think it will look great next to that new lamp that came in the other day."
"yeah, anything you want," he nodded. and bakugo meant it. his apartment was now as much yours and it was his. and for the first time, bakugo truly felt at home in his own apartment.
❤︎ soft drunk suki. . . katsuki is a big baby when he’s drunk!
thinking about katsuki who had a few drinks while out with kirishima and denki, drinking isn’t something he usually does, katsuki hates when he’s out of his head, he needs to be in control of his senses, and when he’s not it seriously irks him.
but katsuki is also hot headed and stubborn, and he’s very easy to rage bait.. so when denki made some sideways remark about how katsuki couldn’t handle his liquor.. well.. katsuki had to prove him wrong.
which he just barely did. as soon as he got out of the uber, he threw up inside the potted plant outside of your shared apartment. see, katsuki can’t handle his liquor.. maybe if he had paced himself, but katsuki went in hard, drink after drink after drink.. and now he’s stumbling through the hallway into the shared bedroom, door slightly ajar as you wait for him.
“baby.” he slurs, voice rough and unsteady, broad frame lingering in the doorway.
“suki?” you ask, brows furrowed.
he stumbles in fully now, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp beside the bed, a wobbly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. his scar looks more prominent in the dim light, cheeks flushed red, eyes low and hazy.
“are you drunk?” you ask, trying to hold back your giggle, but it slips out anyway.
he scowls, grabbing one of the plush pillows from the bed and tossing it weakly at your head.
“shuddup,” he grumbles, words slightly slurred. “m’fine.”
you laugh, and he’s already crawling into bed, collapsing most of his body weight on top of you. his skin is unusually warm against yours, breath skittering over your neck as he speaks, the sharp tang of alcohol lingering on it.
“s’not drunk—hic—denki said i couldn’t handle shit, so i…” he pauses, brows pinching together like he’s trying to remember his own point.
“proved him wrong.”
you raise a brow. “did you?”
“yeah,” he mutters defensively, burying his face further into your shoulder. “don’t start.”
you hold his head up gently when he tries to melt bonelessly into the crook of your neck again, but your nails drag through his scalp, and he lets out something caught between a grumble and a whimper, eyelids fluttering embarrassingly fast.
he looks beautiful painted in the dim light, softer somehow, gentler under the warm glow. intoxicated katsuki is different than sober katsuki—less sharp around the edges, less guarded. sober katsuki is still soft in the center, it just takes more work to get there, more patience, more pushing past the bark to reach the bite he never really means. but drunk katsuki? drunk katsuki melts like a puddle in your arms.
“whaddya lookin’ at,” he grumbles, words muffled and slightly sloshy, shifting under your hold like a cat pretending it hates attention while very obviously leaning into it.
you smile, eyes glinting with pure adoration. “just how pretty you are.”
his cheeks turn beet red instantly, ears matching a second later. for a moment, a dopey smile pulls at his mouth before he catches himself, replacing it with a grumpy frown instead.
“quit bein’ weird,” he mutters, though there’s no heat behind it. he hides his face in your neck, but you catch the way his brows soften, fondness written all over them.
he peppers you in kisses now, messy little things all over your face, heated pecks pressed sloppily against skin. the haze of alcohol lingers in every movement, clumsy but impossibly affectionate.
“tch. you’re prettier, stupid,” he mumbles against your cheek.
you grin. there he is.
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“That’s cheating!” Katsuki exploded, pointing the remote at you like a loaded gun. “Fucking marital betrayal!”
You sighed and flopped back onto the couch, legs crossed. “I just wanted to know what happened, okay? I was curious…”
“Curious?” he repeated with a bitter laugh. “You watched four episodes without me!” You winced slightly. “Maybe five… but who’s counting?”
The silence that followed was almost comical. Katsuki stared at you with an outraged expression, one hand dramatically placed over his chest like you’d just stabbed him in the back.
“You’re a monster. A real fucking monster.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. Katsuki growled and dropped heavily onto the couch beside you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, pouting like a sulky child.
“We had a deal. We watch together. TO-GE-THER. What the hell does that word mean to you huh?”
“Sorry kats…” you murmured, gently scooting closer to him.
“Nope. Keep your sorrys. I’m getting revenge.” He snatched the remote with an evil smirk. “I’m gonna watch the rest of Game of Thrones without you. All the episodes. And I’ll spoil you everything.”
Your smile vanished instantly. “Oh no. Katsuki.. you can’t do that!”
“And why the hell not? You watched Breaking Bad without me!”
“It’s not the same!” you protested, clinging to his arm.
“Really? Explain the difference miss traitor.” You opened your mouth… then closed it again. There was no real difference.
Katsuki smirked, clearly proud of himself. But when you rested your head on his shoulder with a guilty little pout, he stiffened for a second before letting out a long sigh.
“You’re so annoying…” he grumbled.
Still, his arm slid around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You immediately took advantage, snuggling into him and draping one leg over his.
“I can make it up to you,” you offered softly.
“Yeah? How?”
“I’ll cook all your favorite meals for the whole week.” Katsuki grunted, but you felt his body relax a little.
“Keep going.”
“I’ll give you massages after your workouts. And… we’ll restart Breaking Bad from where we left off. Together. I swear I’ll never watch ahead without you again.”
He finally turned his head toward you. His red eyes studied you for a long moment, still a bit suspicious. “You promise? On your life?”
“On my life.”
“Your life doesn’t mean shit anymore, you already broke our pact.”
You laughed softly and buried your face in his neck. Katsuki finally gave in completely. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you tight against him, resting his chin on top of your head.
“You’re lucky I love you, damn it…” he muttered into your hair, his voice still a little pouty.
You smiled and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I know. I love you too, even when you’re sulking.”
“Shut up.” But he tightened his hold on you and grabbed the remote to start episode 8 of season 3. “And this time, if you dare watch even one scene without me, I swear I’ll blow up the damn tv.”
You laughed against his chest, happy and safely tucked against him. “Promise, Kats.”
a/n: my sis continued a series without me I felt betrayed just like Katsuki😭 ˖ (🐋) mlist _
ever since the battle between ua and afo you’ve slept with your head against bakugou’s chest to hear his heartbeat
because you’ll never forget that day when your tears blended with the rain as your body laid silent against his, hoping, waiting, for any sound that he was alive
it was the most agonizing ten minutes of your life as the heroes around you scrambled for some kind of plan
even when edgeshot fixed his heart you didn’t move
so now out of habit, every night you shift on top of him, your ear against his chest, making sure his heart is still beating
and some nights it still brings tears to your eyes when you hear it beating, scared that if you don’t do this it might stop.
——-
he gently wraps his arm around you, his hand brushing against your nape and down your back again
“i promise m’ not goin anywhere sweets”
you bury your face in his chest, tears stinging your eyes and all you can do is muffle your words
i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.
you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.
just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.
original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"
underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.
the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.
the kind of smile he only ever gave you.
"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."
he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"
you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."
he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.
meanwhile, twitter had already decided:
- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."
- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."
- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"
his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."
"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"
"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.
"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"
"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."
"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"
he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."
your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"
"yeah, well...ya texted first."
you blinked. "so this is my fault?"
"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."
your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.
"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"
he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."
and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:
"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."
he didn’t listen, obviously.
"they can wait. they know my wife is important."
‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧
katsuki and his avoidant girlfriend… he never would have guessed someone as outgoing and charismatic as you could be so confusing and when it came to love. you’re adverse to physical touch, which was fine with him until it wasn’t. he feels crazy having to come looking after you to cuddle or for kisses, he’d assumed things would be the opposite between the two of you considering how sociable you are around other people. but the second you’re behind closed doors, you’re a much more reserved version of yourself.
katsuki hates watching you second guess yourself when going in to give him a kiss, absolutely despises it when you decide against the act all together. he thinks it should be obvious that he wants to kiss you, that kissing you is on his mind 24/7, 365. he wishes you would go in for the kiss more. go in for the kiss always.
“what’s with you?” katsuki’ll grumble in his confused annoyance, unintentionally glaring at you where you rest on the couch. you’ll turn your head to look at him curiously, letting it fall to the side as your eyes come to meet his in a non verbal acknowledgment. “why’re you all quiet and moody now?”
“if anyone’s moody, it’s you.” you’ll jokingly deflect, hesitating for a moment before outstretching your arms towards him in invitation. but you’ll know what he’s referencing; the way you put on a show for everyone out doors, cracking jokes and keeping your smile, masking a quieter, less calculated version of yourself underneath. it only comes out to play when your nervous system is completely at ease, and you seem to only ever find yourself that calm and comfortable in katsuki’s presence.
when you tell him you don’t know why you’re like that, why you feel compelled to preform in order to keep those around you satiated, katsuki thinks it’s stupid. he loves every version of you, the bubbly “act” you keep telling yourself isn’t apart of you, and the quiet, softer side that you keep reserved just for him. he’ll tell you if these extras around you are laughing at the jokes you make, who are you to tell them or yourself you’re not actually funny?
as for your aversion to physical touch, katsuki decides it just won’t do anymore. he’s decided that he’ll take control of the situation for you, never give you the time to hesitate in whether or not you want to go through with your move on him; he’s already made one on you. he keeps his hands on your waist both inside and out of your shared apartment, pressing hungry yet sweet kisses to the nape of you neck as subtle claim. and when you turn around to kiss him without hesitation, he all but revels in the way his hard work has paid off <3
m.list | incredibly self indulgent katsuki rant-esq post, ignore me!
Summary: Bakugou’s not a fan of your friends in any way shape or form. They have animosity toward you but he can’t get you to see it. So now he has to call in some dear friends of his own.
wordcount: 1.5k
Warnings: cursing, one mention of sex (no smut though), jealous friends, and drinking.
And they’re all females too. Not a single boy in sight.
But they irritate him to no end. And no, not because they’re loud (because he expects that from you anyways). And it’s not because they air out unnecessary details about their sex life.
But they’re both very passive aggressive. Which is not something he would normally care about, had it not been towards you.
They always had these snide remarks about you that you seemed completely oblivious to.
Like this one time, you’d managed to convince Bakugou to come with you on a triple date with your two friends (which was not easy).
That day you decided on wearing the outfit you spent hours making in the mall previously the day before.
When you arrived at the designated meet up spot one of you friends spoke up almost immediately, “You’re actually so brave for wearing that!” Katsuki was taken aback by the comment whereas you didn’t even flinch.
Later that night back at home when he asked you about it, he was even more confused by your answer:
“Suki don’t be dramatic. It’s not that big of a deal.”
He blinked at you as if he couldn’t possibly understand where your thoughts process was at. “What? ‘Course it’s a big damn deal, she insulted you.”
“Oh Kats.”
“No don’t oh Kats me. She was dead wrong.”
Ignoring him you grabbed your clothes and headed to your shared bathroom to wash up for the night.
From that day on he noticed their little backhanded remarks, and they absolutely drove him up the wall.
“This place is so upscale and you’re so well mannered. You act like this is normal for you.”
“It’s cute how confident you’ve gotten.”
“You want to be main character so bad. Just kidding!”
“I mean if you like it…I love it.”
They were slowly tearing Katsuki apart every time they opened their mouths. It was driving him insane. And the worst part about it all, was that you refused to speak up or let him speak up for you.
His last straw is when the four of attended a local party together and you decided to walk off and leave him with your friends.
“Where the hell do ya think yer going?” He grabbed you by the arm as you tried to make an exit.
“Relax Kats, I’m going to the bathroom really quick.”
“Just go when we get home.”
“Are you serious?” You examined him, brows furrowed yet knit together in almost a sense of worry and desperation. “What’s the matter Suki?”
“Nothin’ I just…” his eyes trailed back to your friends who were howling in the background-rowdy and loud as ever, spilling the beverage in their cups everywhere.
You looked back at him and nodded, “I’ll be back soon, don’t worry. They probably won’t even notice that you didn’t go with me.”
You couldn’t have been more WRONG.
The second you were out of sight one of your “friends” approached him, “Where’d (Name) go?”
He scoffed as she stumbled over he own legs, already tipsy not even an hour into the party. “You didn’t ask her yer self? You just let yer friend walk away alone in a place full of unknowns?”
She shrugged, “She’s a big girl.” Then she laughed at her own joke but Katsuki found nothing to be funny. “Did you see her shoes? They were all wrong.”
His brow furrowed, “ ‘Scuse the hell outta me?”
“But I’ll tell you one thing she did do right.” Katsuki tensed up immediately as he felt a cold sensation on his left shoulder, “She picked out the perfect man.”
There was now a huge vein popping out of his forehead. He immediately brushed her hand off of his shoulder, attempting to not blow her up or any innocent bystanders.
He didn’t say a word, and only because he respects you. He simply walked towards the direction of the bathroom and waited for you to come out-and when you did, “Hey Kats, you couldn’t wait for-”
“We’re gettin’ the hell outta this place right now.” He grabbed you by your wrist (gently) and led you to the door.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
No answer.
“Can I at least tell my friends that we’re leaving?”
“The hell you can.”
You never questioned it. Maybe you just didn’t want to know.
A couple days later your friends invited the both of you to lunch. “Can we go Kats please?”
Katsuki opened his mouth with a quickness to decline before getting a lightbulb. “Yea sure.”
“Pleaseeee Kats I know last time you didn’t have fun but this time-did you just say yes?”
He lowered the book he held to face you before cocking a brow. “Yes? Now quit buggin’ me before I change my mind dear.”
When you two made it to the restaurant you sat and waited for the two.
“I better text them and let them know what table we’re sitting at.”
“Don’t.” You stopped typing, “Why not?”
Katsuki sighed, “ ‘Cause they’re not coming.”
You sat up in your seat, “What do you mean they’re not coming Katsuki?”
“Texted ‘em to fuck off when you were in the shower.”
You could’ve been knocked over with a feather. “Excuse me?! Katsuki why in the world would you do that?” You started to shout causing people in the restaurant to stare.
He shrugged, “They’re idiots. They had nothin’ nice to say ‘bout you.” “So you told them off?!”
“Yea.”
“Katsuki I know you do a lot of messed up shit, but this is by far the craziest thing you’ve EVER-”
“Hey Bakugou!” You were interrupted by what you thought was the waiter coming to take your order. When you looked up there stood a girl-she was pink! She had medium lengthed pink hair as if she was growing it out, and horns that sprouted from her head.
“How have you been? Oh my GOSH! Is this your girlfriend!? She’s so cuteeeee!” She fawned over you as you stared in confusion.
“Don’t touch her racoon eyes.”
“Katsuki who is thi-”
“Hey Bakubro! Sorry we’re late. Kaminari here forgot to use the bathroom before he left.” Said a tall and lean man with spiky red hair, walking in alongside a few others.
‘Kaminari…Denki?’ You thought.
“Awe don’t tell Kacchan that, he’ll lecture me about it forever.” A shorter man with yellow hair and black streak spoke. The other two hadn’t spoken yet. A guy with black hair and a strong muscular build, and a girl with short purple hair that seemed to have a singular earphone jack connected to one of her earlobes.
‘Ohhh I get it.’ These were all of Katsuki’s old highschool friends. The name Denki sounded familiar because Katsuki had mentioned him a couple times before.
Katsuki sighed before facing you, “These are my friends. I never wanted to introduce them to you ‘cause they’re idiots.”
The pink girl gasped dramatically.
“But I figured with shitty friends like yours, you might need ‘em.”
“Enough about you Bakugou!” The pink girl slid into the booth seat in front of you, “What’s your name? I’m Mina Ashido!”
“Nice to meet you Mina, I’m (Name).” She smiled brightly at you, “Katsuki didn’t tell you my name?” You eyed him.
“Bakugou won’t tell us shit about you.” The black haired one slid into the seat you and Katsuki sat at, “My name’s Hanta Sero by the way.”
“Nope, not a single detail. I’m Ejirou Kirishima though, nice to meet you!” The red head sat down next to Mina.
“S’cause you’re all idiots.”
“But I’m sure you’ve heard about me.” Denki winked, earning a scowl from Katsuki.
“Oh I sure have.” You laughed as he sat next to Sero.
“I’m Kyouka Jirou.” The earphone jack girl smiled softly before filling the last empty spot next to Kirishima.
Safe to say you had a great time with the group. They had so many stories to tell which all intrigued you, not a single on was boring. You almost couldn’t believe that your boyfriend was apart of such a chaotic group…
“Oh shut up! I absolutely DEMOLISHED you back then, and I could do it right now too!” Bakugou was easily being rage baited by Kaminari’s antagonizing behavior.
Or maybe it did make sense to you that he was apart of such a chaotic group.
Everyone so clearly played a role in the group:
Mina - The fun outgoing one.
Kirishima - The overly friendly one (also Katsuki’s best friend)
Denki - The airhead and the flirt.
Sero - The laid back guy.
And Jirou - The quiet but friendly girl who hangs out with the squad more occasionally than the rest.
They were perfect. They made you laugh hard the entire time.
When no one was watching Bakugou leaned in to whisper to you, “Bet yer not missin’ yer so called friends now.”
You leaned back towards him, “Oh yeah they were crummy. Couldn’t stand them.”
Bakugou just stared at you, eyes narrowed and mouth agape.
“What? I just kept them around so I’d have friends to hang out with.”
He shook his head slightly, in a way that you couldn’t see the small smirk crawling onto his face. “Yer an idiot too. You fit in perfectly with the rest of ‘em.” He said nodding towards your new friends.
⟡ stages of pregnancy with husband!katsuki ! fluff / suggestive , headcanon ℘ fem!reader. ㅤ𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪m.list ˖
husband!katsuki who massaged your feet when you were pregnant and made sure to always stock the fridge with your cravings, never missing a single day of cooking the meal you wanted the most.
husband!katsuki who didn’t believe you at all when you first told him you were pregnant, even after you showed him three positive tests, he made you take another one just in case. he stayed quiet for a moment before saying “fuck it. i’m gonna be a dad.” and kissed you for hours on end.
husband!katsuki who was nervous to tell his parents that he was going to be a dad, but you knew they would be so proud of him regardless, especially since they'd been asking for grandkids for the last six months. what shocked you the most was how he wasn't afraid to show off the fact that he was having your child to the entire world.
husband!katsuki who started to be way clingier than usual when you became pregnant, always giving you shoulder rubs, jumping off the sofa to get you a glass of water, and always spoke to your belly whenever he got the chance. even missing some days of pro hero work just to be there for you and the baby.
husband!katsuki who secretly hoped the baby would look like him so he could have a mini him running around the house and acting all crazy and mischievous like he was as a child, but also hoping the baby would have your personality since you were the sweeter one out of the two of you.
husband!katsuki who still wants to be intimate with you even if you’re pregnant, wanting to please you and hoping it eases your pains. he handles you with care and is extra gentle, knowing your carrying a whole human being in your belly, that is yours and his baby, his baby with you. makes him smile every time he thinks about it.
husband!katsuki who compliments you every day without fail and tells you how beautiful you are, even when you say you look ugly that day. he gets really upset if you say you look gross or whatever, because he knows that you look perfect all the time and you look especially beautiful since you were carrying his child, there was nothing more beautiful than that.
