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Knock Next Time
Timeskip | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
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Room: dark. Door: locked—he swore he locked it. Clothes: everywhere.
His hands were under your thighs, spreading them wider on the couch, his hips grinding against yours, both of you breathing hard and fast, lost in each other, your hands buried in his hair while his mouth was on your neck, moving lower, hungrier, rougher.
“Katsuki,” you whispered, gasping when his hips rolled against yours. “God, you feel so—”
Click.
Door opens.
“Yo, Bakugou! Have you seen my—”
Silence.
Eye contact.
Chaos.
Denki stood frozen in the apartment doorway. Bag in hand. Keys still dangling from his fingers. And eyes locked on the absolutely-naked, very-much-mid-fuck position happening on the shared living room couch.
Bakugou didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
Then—death.
“DENKI, I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU.”
“OH MY GOD—OH MY GOD—”
“WHY DID YOU COME HERE?!”
“DUDE WE SHARE THIS APARTMENT!!” Denki screeched, flinging his hands over his eyes. “I SIT THERE, MAN! I EAT CHIPS THERE!”
“I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE FOR THE DAY?!”
“DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THERAPY IS?!”
You were desperately trying to cover yourself with a throw pillow that covered nothing, blinking in humiliation as Bakugou lunged for his hoodie and yanked it down over your body while simultaneously launching a remote control at Denki’s face.
“You don’t KNOCK, you don’t TEXT, you don’t even say you’re COMING BACK—WHAT THE FUCK, DUNCE FACE?!”
“I WAS GONE FOR TWO HOURS—I CAME BACK FOR MY PHONE CHARGER BECAUSE I FORGOT IT!!”
“WHICH IS TWO HOURS TOO SHORT AND FUCK YOUR PHONE YOU CAN CHARGE THE BITCH YOURSELF!”
Denki shrieked as a second throw pillow flew past his head and slammed the door shut. You and Katsuki sat there panting, tangled together, his hands clenched into fists like he was going to physically hunt Denki down.
You burst out laughing.
He whipped his head toward you. “The fuck is so funny?!”
You wheezed, pressing your face to his neck. “The look on his face. You could’ve cooked an egg on it.”
“He saw your tits,” he muttered, voice like gravel.
“Oh my god,” you teased, cupping his cheek. “Is the big bad Dynamight getting all possessive?”
“I’m gonna kill him,” he muttered darkly, already reaching for his phone.
You snatched it before he could text a death threat. “How about round two instead?”
His red eyes flicked to yours. Heat—instant. Rage softened into that lazy, smug smirk you knew way too well.
“Yeah,” he said, dragging you back into his lap. “He’s already traumatized. Might as well make it worth it.”
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It was a few days after that incident, and you were both still trying to ignore what had happened.
Denki, of course, made it his very own mission to ruin your lives the moment you showed up at dinner that night. With a wide grin and the most ridiculous level of enthusiasm, he leaned toward you both, his voice way too loud.
“So, how was the private time, huh? Did you guys, uh—” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Finish what you started?”
Bakugou nearly shot up from the table, his fist clenched, ready to beat Denki’s face in.
“I WILL END YOU, YOU DENSE BASTARD—DON’T FUCKIN’ TALK TO HER.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Guess we’ll just have to be more careful next time.”
Denki threw his hands up. “All I’m saying is… that was way more than I bargained for.”
“Yeah?” Bakugou growled, glaring at him with murder in his eyes. “Well, you better learn how to knock. Next time, i’ll shove that charger straight up your ass.”
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thinking about Pro hero Bakugo who wears a locket on him at all times. The picture in it? A beautiful picture of you smiling on your wedding day.
It's not on a necklace where it can snag or get pulled but somewhere else, safer. Also not as visible. But then the press gets a photo of him and someone sees it.
The pretty design on the back of the golden locket stands out. The press and his fans go crazy over it. Everyone already knows Bakugo is down bad for his wife but now there's a locket with unknown photos in it.
Bakugo chooses to ignore it till he's in an interview and gets asked "so everyone's dying to know. What's in this secret locket of yours?" A confused look comes to his face.
"That's a stupid question, my wife of course."
Location: Bakugo katsuki's hero agency
bad days
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ᯓ✦∘˙ Pro Hero! Dynamight x Reader ⊹܀˙
TAG(S): Husband Bakugo, Pro Hero! Bakugo, time skip! Bakugo, Female reader, established relationship, set in the eight year mha time skip, a little bit of ooc bakugo?? mention of non sexual nudity
WORDS: 926
CHARACTER(S): Katsuki Bakugo
FANDOM(S): My Hero Academia
A/N: Full disclosure is that i'll only ever write about the characters in mha if its the time skip, was holding back from writing this for a little bit because I was honestly terrified and unsure if it was even ok, but now that there's been confirmation that the time skip has happened canonically within the manga + anime I feel safe to write it. also nothing else besides the fact that I think my blog is turning into more and more of a multi- fandom blog everyday. its almost 2 am so this might have errors will edit later.
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☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who has let his hair grow out a little bit so that it makes a short pony tail, he has it tied in a hair tie that matches his hero costume as well. "Now be honest with me, Name does this look good?" He'll ask you from time to time about his new hairstyle.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who you gifted a sliver necklace chain to so he can hang his wedding rings on it, sometimes he'll grasp them gently while he's on missions, thinking back to many happy memories, he'll give a soft smile while looking at them, and if he's caught smiling he'll be questioned why he is "None of your goddamn business, now stop being so damn nosey moron!"
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who is a completely different person when it comes to you it seems. He's very gentle and calm with you whereas in public he's his normal hotheaded self, angry and loud and annoyed when it comes to other social interactions he has with others.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who kisses your forehead early in the morning before he heads off to do some hero work, and maybe sometimes if he ends up getting early enough he cooks you some breakfast too.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who is literally a human heater he radiates so much heat that when it gets into the colder months of the year you love cuddling up to him in bed, legs entangled together . Also with him being warm all the time it comes in handy when you have cramps, he'll gently place one of his palms on your abdomen to help you feel more comfortable and relaxed he'll stay with you for as long as you want and get you anything you need.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who lets you trace his battle scars, especially the one under his eye if you go to cup his face he'll keep your hand there with his own and lean into yours closing his eyes and sighing and taking a moment to appreciates your softness towards him "your hands are so soft, can I keep it here forever?"
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who loves kissing your hands your knuckles specifically that and some trailed kisses here and there, you'll happily trail kisses back as well leaving him flustered sometimes.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who finds every chance possible to mention that your his wife "sorry can't work today me and my wife have plans" "I'm happily married to my wife [name] and I wouldn't change it for the world"
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who occasionally suffers from chronic pain from past injuries inculding his arm and chest, He'll grip his arm sometimes or when he's stressed he'll grip at his chest. When he has flare ups you do your best to help him by getting him to rest, asking if he's taken his meds for the flare ups or if he needs anything at all, you hate seeing him hurt and you wish you could take it away when it would happen.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who never really wanted a family of his own one day until he crossed paths with you, just something about you sparked something within him and he's now open to the idea of starting a family with you someday. " Not now but eventually I'd love to settle down some day and have a family with you [name]"
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who is very protective of you, always holding a tight but gentle grip on your hand when the two of you are out in public, on the surface he may not seem all the protective of the ones he loves but deep down that matters so much to him that it cannot be put into words.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who loves holding your hand in general, squeezing at yours gently, the two of you can be napping and you'll wake up to your hand intertwined with his.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who can easily pick you up with one arm, he works out regluarly so it's expected that he's so strong. sometimes he'll suprise by scooping you up from behind into his arms and just spinning you around the room "Katsuki please put me down I'll get dizzy! woaaa" "as you wish princess" he'd chuckle.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who will invite you to bath with him, the two of you sat across from one another in a bath full bubbles and the scent of flowers and other fragrance scents, other times instead of a bath it will be a shower, the two of you chatting about your days and what not.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who only wants to ever give you the best, only the best for his beautiful and loving wife.
☆ Pro Hero! Dynamight who will sneak occasional glances your way without you knowing well you know but you pretend you don't know just to fool him.
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Pro hero dynamight and Pro hero shoto are dating I just can't prove it yet
The Language Between Petals
Bakugou x F!Deaf Reader (OneShot) (Physical Attribute: Wings)
By: Peacxhy
The mornings in Katsuki Bakugou’s life were usually loud. Explosions during patrols. Reporters shouting questions outside his agency. Sidekicks arguing over schedules. Endless phone calls from clients wanting the best hero in the district.
Noise followed him everywhere. Which was why the small flower shop across from his agency made no sense to him at first.
It sat quietly between a bakery and a tailor shop, its cream-colored awning always slightly tilted from the wind. Buckets of fresh flowers spilled onto the sidewalk every morning—sunflowers, lilies, roses, hydrangeas. The handwritten sign above the door simply read: “(Y/N) Florals.”
At exactly seven-thirty every morning, before the city fully woke, Bakugou would see you outside.
You moved carefully among the flowers, charcoal-colored wings shifting softly behind your back as you watered each arrangement. The dark feathers looked almost brushed with ash, unusual against your otherwise gentle appearance. Sometimes the early sunlight reflected silver across them.
You handled every stem like it mattered. Bakugou had never understood people who liked delicate things. But somehow, every morning, he found himself standing near his office window with coffee in hand watching you work below.
“Bakugou,” Kirishima once said while walking into the office, “why are you staring out the window like a creep dude?”
Bakugou nearly exploded his desk. “SHUT THE HELL UP.” Still, the next morning, he was there again. Watching.
You smiled at every customer who passed. Children waved at you constantly. Elderly couples stopped just to talk. Even stray cats lingered near the shop entrance because you left bowls of water outside during hot afternoons. The entire street seemed softer around you.
Bakugou hated how curious he’d become. So one rainy Tuesday morning, after nearly two months of silently observing you from above, he finally crossed the street.
The bell above the flower shop door chimed softly as he entered. Warmth immediately surrounded him. The scent of fresh lavender and roses filled the air. Tiny hanging lights glowed along the ceiling. Music played faintly somewhere in the background.
And there you were. You stood behind the counter trimming flower stems, charcoal wings tucked neatly behind you. Your (H/C) hair that was slightly curled swayed with each movement. When you looked up and noticed him, your (E/C) eyes widened slightly.
Bakugou suddenly forgot why he came in. You blinked once before smiling warmly. It was soft. Gentle enough to make something strange tighten in his chest.
“Uh…” Bakugou started awkwardly. “I need flowers.” You tilted your head slightly. Then your eyes shifted toward his moving lips. A tiny flicker of realization crossed your face. Without hesitation, you reached beneath the counter and pulled out a small whiteboard. You quickly wrote something and turned it around for Bakugou to see.
Hello :) What kind of flowers were you looking for?
Bakugou stared. His gaze moved from the board…to you. And then he noticed the small hearing aids tucked partially beneath your hair.
You were deaf. For some reason, his chest squeezed painfully. Not out of pity. Just…understanding. Suddenly all the quiet around you made sense. The calmness. The way you watched people’s expressions carefully. The way your eyes focused so intensely whenever someone spoke.
Bakugou realized he’d been silent too long because you quickly scribbled again.
Sorry! I read lips a little, but sometimes it’s hard.
He looked at your neat handwriting for a second before roughly rubbing the back of his neck. “Tch. Don’t apologize.”
Your eyes softened at that. Bakugou pointed awkwardly at the flowers nearest to him. “What’re these?”
You brightened instantly. Setting the whiteboard down, you picked up the marker again. You swiftly wrote down the flowers name along with the meaning.
Snapdragons. They symbolize strength and grace.
Bakugou snorted. “Sounds cheesy.” You laughed silently. A small quiet sound escaped from your lips, your shoulders shook slightly and your smile widened enough to make Bakugou stare again.
‘Damn. So pretty…’ he thought to himself. That day he ended up staying nearly forty minutes.
Long enough for you to explain flowers through quick notes and gestures. Long enough for him to learn you liked cloudy weather because rain sounded calming through vibrations against windows. Long enough for him to notice how your wings twitched whenever you got excited.
When he finally left, he walked out carrying an awkward bouquet of orange flowers he didn’t need.
The next morning, he watched you from the office window again. But this time, when you glanced upward toward the agency—You waved.
Bakugou nearly dropped his coffee.
After that, visiting your shop became routine. At first he made excuses. Buying flowers for his office lobby. Flowers for successful agency events. Flowers for his mother, which she was growing suspicious about coming from his son. Given it wasn’t any special occasion. Flowers for old ladies he rescued during patrols.
Eventually Kirishima caught on immediately. “You like the flower girl don’t you?” He cheekily asked his best friend.
Bakugou slammed papers onto his desk. “I like shutting your mouth.” Despite his threatening tone Kirishima noticed the blush tinting the tip of his ears. Even his sidekicks noticed how often he disappeared downstairs.
And every single time he entered the shop, your face lit up.
You communicated mostly through your whiteboard at first. Sometimes through text messages when Bakugou finally gave you his number after staring at his phone for twenty minutes debating it.
But over time, Bakugou started getting frustrated. Not at you. At himself.
Because conversations took longer. Because sometimes he spoke too fast for you to read his lips. Because sometimes customers interrupted before you could finish writing.
One evening he stayed after closing while you arranged fresh carnations into buckets. Bakugou watched your hands move carefully among the flowers. Then his eyes drifted to your fingers.
Slender. Expressive. Beautiful.
You noticed him staring and tilted your head curiously. “What?” he muttered.
You smiled and grabbed your whiteboard. After writing something down you turned it for him to see.
You’re quiet today.
Bakugou looked away. “…Teach me.” He muttered again. Your brows furrowed trying to understand. Bakugou then exhaled sharply before gesturing vaguely with his hands.
“Sign language. I wanna learn.” He signed towards you. For a second you completely froze. Bakugou immediately looked irritated. “What, is that weird?” He said towards you as you read his lips.
Your eyes widened quickly as you shook your head. Then slowly—Your expression softened into something so tender it nearly knocked the breath from him.
You set the whiteboard down and stepped closer. Carefully, you lifted your hands. Bakugou watched intently as your fingers moved gracefully. “Thank you.” You signed towards him.
You then gently took one of his hands and adjusted his fingers into the correct shape. Bakugou swore his heart nearly exploded harder than his quirk ever could.
Your hands were warm. Small against his rough scarred palms. “You’re gonna have to teach me slow,” he muttered slowly for you to read his lips.
You laughed again. The small quiet sound he grew to enjoy hearing from you. Even if you don’t hear yourself he swore it was music to his ears.
You then signed. “That’s okay.”
From then on, Bakugou practiced obsessively. He learned during lunch breaks. During patrol downtime. Late at night alone in his apartment watching sign language videos on his phone with an aggressively concentrated expression.
At first he was terrible. His movements were stiff and overly sharp. Sometimes he accidentally signed entirely different words.
Once he confidently tried to tell you in sign language, “you are beautiful.”
Instead he accidentally signed, “your cabbage is dangerous.” You laughed so hard you nearly fell behind the counter.
Bakugou turned bright red. “DON’T LAUGH!” He yelled at you only making it worse. But he loved seeing you like that. Loved the way your eyes crinkled. Loved how comfortable you’d become around him. And slowly, the silence between you stopped feeling unfamiliar.
Instead, it became peaceful. Bakugou started noticing things he’d never paid attention to before. The way you felt vibrations through the floor before customers entered. How your wings fluffed slightly when you were sleepy. How carefully you watched people’s expressions to understand emotions. How patient you remained even when others weren’t.
You moved through the world differently. And Bakugou found it beautiful. One winter evening, snow drifted softly outside the shop windows while Bakugou helped you close for the night.
He struggled tying ribbons around bouquets while you fixed his terrible attempts with amused patience.
“You’re judging me.” He signed towards you. You immediately signed innocently “Never.”
Bakugou pouted and signed to you. “Liar.”
You grinned. The shop lights reflected warmly against the snow outside. For once the city felt quiet enough for Bakugou to think clearly.
You suddenly tapped his arm. When he looked up, you signed slowly so he could understand. “You’ve improved a lot.”
Bakugou stared for a second before replying carefully with his own hands. Still clumsy. Still rough. But understandable. “Because of you.”
Your expression softened instantly. And then, without thinking, you stepped closer. Close enough for him to smell lavender. Close enough for his pulse to stutter. Your charcoal wings brushed lightly against his arm. Bakugou looked down at you quietly.
Then signed one careful sentence he’d practiced for weeks. “I like being with you.”
Your (E/C) eyes widen slightly as your breath caught. For a moment neither of you moved. Then slowly—You smiled that same soft smile he first saw across the counter months ago.
The one that made the noisy world feel still. And with gentle hands, you signed back. “I like you too.”