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TITLE: do you still think about me?

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY: Okay, so you had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on Bakugou when you were both in high school. He was kind of your first love, if you believe in those kinds of things. But you got over it. It's fine.

You see Bakugou sometimes at hangouts, at get-togethers. He's in your orbit, or you're in his, because of your mutual friends. You're all adults now, so it's fine. It's a little weird, but fine.

You're supposed to be on vacation, at a place that's hours away from Musutafu. You're not sure what you've done to deserve it, but Bakugou's here too. And instead of both of you pretending the other doesn't exist, as usual, he's talking to you. He's everywhere. It's fine.

(It's not fine.)

TAGS: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki, aged-up characters, friends to lovers (being generous with that friends label lol), fluff, pining, eventual smut

WORD COUNT: 13.6K

STATUS: Completed

➳ PART ONE

➳ PART TWO

➳ PART THREE

ex-husband katsuki! who you’d been with since you were in high school and he was just a loudmouth teenager training to be a pro-hero. your first love. high school sweetheart. first kiss. first everything.

ex-husband katsuki! who promised you the world and followed through. almost followed through.

ex-husband katsuki! who surprised you with the news of his agency opening over a home cooked meal on the back patio of your shared apartment. not only that, he surprised you with a proposal. your hand in his for life.

ex-husband katsuki! who, as a wedding gift, bought a house big enough for the two of you and whatever the hell else you could ever dream of.

ex-husband katsuki! who did everything in his power to make sure you never had to want for anything. working extra hard and staying behind long hours at the agency. in hopes that after a few years, he’d have enough money to never leave your side again.

ex-husband katsuki! who started sleeping on the couch after his shifts in fear of waking you up after seeing how peaceful you always were when sleeping. he couldn’t stand the thought. he’d just have to hope you’d be awake before he had to leave again.

ex-husband katsuki! who had been so busy with working, he’d almost forgotten your anniversary coming up. until he didn’t. he even booked a small weekend getaway. letting everyone know he’d be gone and not to bother him. no excuses.

ex-husband katsuki! who left early that day to come home to you. he even stopped for flowers. your favorite, too. only to be met with one of his worst nightmares. no. it was his worst. you were gone, and so were all of your things.

ex-husband katsuki! who had no idea what, when, or why this was happening. he never knew you were feeling this way. maybe that’s the fucking problem. he didn’t know anything about you anymore. anything except that he’d lost you.

ex-husband katsuki! who didn’t put up a fight. he signed the papers because you asked him to. he still has no fucking idea why he was stupid enough to do it. did you really want this? because he didn’t. of everything he imagined for the two of you, this was the last thing he ever thought would happen.

ex-husband katsuki! who desperately stopped at nothing. he offered for you to take the house. his car. the savings he’s set aside for you so far…nothing short of an even bigger heartbreak when you refused all of it. you didn’t want any of it. you didn’t want anything. why wouldn’t you just take something? at least his guilt would grow smaller.

ex-husband katsuki! who spent weeks. no, months on end going through every scenario. wondering where it all went wrong. a moment to pin. the night you met. wishing on every shooting star that you’d come back to him one day.

ex-husband katsuki! who learned from a friend you were moving on. it didn’t make him angry. even worse, it left him with an indescribable feeling in his chest. he couldn’t imagine it. you with someone else. you being with another person longer than you’d been with him. years down the line. still off to the side watching the life he could of had pass before his very eyes.

ex-husband katsuki! who almost fucks it all up again by texting you. he couldn’t help himself any longer. he just couldn’t bear the thought of someone else learning you. your habits. your skin. your sounds. the way you…fuck. whined against his neck.

ex-husband katsuki! who learns his best friends are engaged. who also happen to be…your best friends. meaning you’ll be sucked into each other’s space again no matter what.

ex-husband katsuki! who searches for any and everything that might help him in getting his wife back. even if it means dragging your drunk ass out of mina and kirishima’s engagement party and bringing you home with him…he even washed your hair. not that you’d remember. maybe you wouldn’t hate him too much when you wake up and realize where you are, and that he took care of you.

ex-husband katsuki! who watches you all night at the bar during the bachelor and bachelorette party. even when some random shows up, throwing herself on him, doing anything for a sliver of his attention. only for it to still be on you. your curves. the way your lips scrunch when you’re upset. were you? upset? but by the time he makes his way over to ask, you’ve disappeared.

ex-husband katsuki! who drunkenly invites you to his hotel room. (not much of a drunken thought) but nonetheless, his heart almost tears right through his stomach when his door opens and there you are.

ex-husband katsuki! who just couldn’t fucking believe it. you were here. with him. asleep in his arms for the first time in such a long time. he was scared to even fall asleep. in fear that you’ll somehow disappear from his arms in his dreams. and that you did.

ex-husband katsuki! who has you under him almost every single night after. you’d swear to everyone you love that you hate him and will never forgive him. but never in his ear late at night when your body remembers everything your heart swore to forget.

ex-husband katsuki! who’s always coming up with new reasons to see you. a package delivered to his doorstep. your favorite artist releasing music. offering you rides. (all sorts of them)

ex-husband katsuki! who gets a little too jealous watching you hold conversations with men who should be him. the thought of you being with them the way you were with him only minutes before coming to this damn rehearsal dinner. he feels partly defeated. he thought things were finally going his way.

ex-husband katsuki! who brings a date to the wedding despite his overgrown and undeniable feelings for you. he only immediately regrets it. especially seeing how upset you are. today was supposed to be about love. not his own damn ego.

ex-husband katsuki! who sits with you hours after it’s over and everyone has gone home. helping you clean and pack things up while also reminiscing about the small, intimate details from your own wedding.

ex-husband katsuki! who starts showing up again. more and more. to the point you’ve become overwhelmed with emotions yourself. what if he hasn’t changed? what if the next time is no different?

ex-husband katsuki! who’s never once taken his wedding ring off since the divorce. except for when he’ll be seeing you. even then, he puts it around his chain and tucks it into his collar or back pocket. no one around him has given him shit about it yet. but you would.

ex-husband katsuki! who cooks for you every night. just like the old times when he first learned to cook and made a date out of it. the curry was burnt, but thank goodness his cooking skills improved over the years.

ex-husband katsuki! who can’t take not being your husband anymore. he’d say anything. do anything. he just wants you to take him back. he’d even beg on his knees if you’d only ask.

ex-husband katsuki! who goes out on a limb, heart in his hand holding out for you. “marry me again, please.” he takes your hand one random night after dinner…though he was supposed to be leaving. this time he doesn’t.

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an: this is just a little something based on the series <3 so i’ve tagged everyone who was already on the list :)

"What the fuck was that?"

"N-Nothing!" You slammed your hands against your beet-red face. "God, that was nothing!"

"No," Sukuna slaps your hands away, "you just farted down there. How did you do that?" 

"Oh, my God!" You scream vehemently. "It was an accident! Forget about it!"

"Do it again," Sukuna lowers himself near your cunt. "Fart." 

"Sukuna! Stop! Don't make me laugh, God! Stop it, please!" You swat his head, but since your legs are propped up, he only ricochets to the other side until he settles, once again, at the center. His eyes, amidst all that, never left your pussy.

"Then stop stalling, woman! Do it again! Why are you being so difficult?" 

"Because you're being such an idiot right now! And it's not farting! It happened because air got in, and then you suddenly pulled out! That's why! I was basically stretched open."

Sukuna leans his cheek against your knee, contemplating. Then, that damn feral grin shows up. And you know, he's about to do something diabolical. "So you mean to say that if I fuck you and then pull out suddenly, you'd do that?" 

"Y-Yes? I mean, I think so? Look, I'm not sure what would or wouldn't, okay? This is a first for me, too." 

"Well then," he drags his cock to your entrance and pushes in, "let's find out together. Shall we, dear?" 

Ex!Katsuki wanting you back

may be a little ooc I'm sorry

Katsuki who really was just so caught up with his work. Being a Pro Hero took a lot out of him. He always came home exhausted after working extra hours, throwing his boots and jacket to the side, not caring where they landed. Sloppily cooking himself something or reheating the leftovers from the dinner you two planned to spend together. He was just so overworked. He’d quietly tuck himself in bed beside you, and get maybe 4 hours of sleep before he had to be up again to repeat it all. That had become your life. That was what caused you to slowly pull away. You stopped planning dates. Stopped texting first. And stopped making an effort. Did he notice? No. Or if he did he didn’t say anything.

Katsuki who returned home one night to an empty apartment. All your stuff was gone. Everything. All your clothes. The books you’d filled the shelves with, the plants you had scattered around. Everything was missing. He found the note the next morning. Stuck to the fridge with a magnet. He felt lost. Conflicted. He hadn’t even noticed the distance you’d finally decided to put between the two of you, right before you ended things. He felt stupid. 

Katsuki who deliberately passes by your work every single day. He swings by to drop off flowers, drinks or meals. Sometimes even little “I saw this and it reminded me of you” gifts. No matter how absurd he thought it was. It started by him leaving them with the secretary, to have her deliver them. But when you made no effort to reach out he got a bit more desperate. 

Katsuki who started delivering the gifts himself. The gifts themselves had changed. He knew he couldn’t buy you back. But it was the best he could come up with. Unfortunately for him, you’d told the secretary not to let him in, and well, she listened. So instead he cornered an intern, puffed his chest out a little and demanded to be taken to your office; and of course they were scared shitless, so he got exactly what he wanted.

Katsuki who gives the door a light knock before he swings it open. The large bouquet of flowers nearly slipped from his grasp. He fumbles a bit with the giftbox in his other hand. When he sets them on your desk and finally looks at your face it’s definitely a little upsetting for him. You seemed to have zero emotion on your face, like you couldn’t care any less. “Why are you here?”  “To see you. I came to apologise.”  “That’s new for you.”  “Shut up.” he’s nervous, scratching at the hair on the back of his neck. “I know I fucked up. I shouldn’t have made you feel so disposable.”  You still look unimpressed. There's a long pause before you roll your eyes. Turning away from him to continue your work. “Look, I'm not good at this.”  “Yeah ,I can tell.” he huffs. A shaky apology leaving his mouth before he turns to leave. Very unlike him. 

Katsuki who doesn’t give up. He’s persistent. Returning to your place of work only two days later. Only this time he’s just got a large bag of takeout with him. He slips past the receptionist who was clearly paying more attention to her phone. He doesn’t knock on your door. He simply lets himself in. You’re not there. So he sets your desk like a dinner table. Getting everything out and ready for when you come back. It’s still warm when you enter the door. You look exhausted. So exhausted that when you look up to see him the only reaction you can give him is a short hum. He patiently sat there as you plop down onto your seat in front of him. “Why’d you come back?”  “cause I fucked up.”  “Uh huh.” you nod, while starting to eat with him. “I miss you. Please come back. I promise, I’ll stop staying so late. I’ll come home on time, I won’t blow off our date nights. I just, I can’t do this without you.” The look on your face gives him a little hope. “You’re my person. I don't want anyone else by my side. I never saw myself being in love. I always thought it was gross, a waste of my time. But you made all that change.”  “You really made me feel like a waste of time.” you mumble out. But his heart hurts at it. He knows you’re right. “I know, I hate myself for it. But I fucking promise, I’ll never make you feel like that again, just come home…please.” It’s silent. “Suki, I don't want to keep living like this. I deserve better.”  “Yeah, I know.” He leans in a little, and you get a real good look at him. From the time you’ve spent together you can tell he’s being sincere. “Fine. But the second it starts feeling like that again I’m leaving.”  “Deal.”

(not proofread)

situationship bakugou makes my tummy rumble…… situationship bakugou that you guys kinda go on dates to have an excuse to fuck when you go back to each others apartments. never having the conversation for a label but really enjoying each others company. not really fuck buddies because there’s more but everything’s just unsaid at the moment? and he’s nervous to ask incase you say no and then he won’t get to hang out anymore and you’re just seeing it that you’re dating him at the moment. bakugou’s the one who’s overthinking it with the situationship title because you’re not his girlfriend, he does text you daily and his crush only grows by the second.

and he and kirishima go to a random gym because they had a bet on who could lift the most or something and it just happens to be your weekly gym. all u do is the classes and then treadmill maybe stair machine if you’re feeling brave.

you noticing him first, walking over to say hi and kirishima is already laying flat on the bench getting ready to hold the bar. bakugou’s supporting incase it drops in his face.

“hi katsuki, since when did you— oh wow,”

and you’re only saying it because that’s a LOT on the bar and kirishima is lifting it. doing multiple presses so your gaze lands on his arms, the slab of chest revealed from his vest.

bakugou’s shocked you’re there, like you appeared from his imagination. it’s jealousy. he knows it’s jealousy. it’s the same feeling he got from childhood about deku. almost moving his hands away from where they’re supporting the bar.

“watch the bar, man!”

“i fuckin’ am!”

⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (riding; p in v; handjob) ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.8K

A/N: you never miss with your requests omg. also i’m alternating between non-smut asks and smut asks cause i have so many of both lol

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“Baby, you need to calm down,” Bakugou said, watching from your bed as you zipped through the room unpacking his things.

You turned back and gave him an enraged look. “Calm down?”

Bakugou shuddered under your intense stare. “... Okay, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Kats, you’re not young anymore. You can’t be reckless,” you chided.

yes but without spoilers for what i want to come up in the future fics...

if we're talking angsty i wanna say it was hard for the reader to get used to sleeping alone (it's not something new) but crawling into bed alone after years of being married to sukuna was something that took getting used to.

it's all fun when yuji climbs into your bed when he's not supposed to either to wake you up with a surprise or because he had nightmares but you do miss the heavy handed cuddles, waking up to a tattooed arm around your waist or the slow morning kisses when you wake up.

*throws at you* you have nightmares sometimes and find yourself looking for sukuna when you're suddenly reminded that oh yeah we divorced.

i wanna also say it was difficult watching sukuna move his things out. he'd let you keep the house obviously and he doesn't mind helping out to pay rent but you told him you could handle it. but all of a sudden the house looks a little emptier and there's still a depressive sludge in your gut that you can't quite get rid of. short term it hurts but for the long term you know its for the better.

also at family and friend events you can't help but notice how light you feel without his hand wrapped around your waist. you feel a bit bare and embarrassed saying aloud that you've divorced. the looks you get from your distance family is sympathetic but also full of judgement, you feel like you've failed at love and become another statistic. people give you unwanted advice on how to raise yuji, how a separated parent household can have psychological effects on a child.

you ignore this bullshit obviously but it still leaves the shadow of guilt weighing over your head.

and if i say reader's worst fear is the idea of sukuna getting remarried-

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coparenting wasn't easy. especially when your divorcee is an arrogant, 6-foot-something man who can't keep his mouth shut for the life of him, exhibit a - the reason of your divorce in the first place. but when your little 5 year old daughter 'misses her daddy' so much, full custody felt cruel. so there the 2 of you were, meeting up once a week to spend time with your child.

"how many times have i told you not to bring her here on that stupid bike of yours?" you grunted, picking your daughter off the seat and ignoring his low whistle.

"yeah my day was great, darling, thank you for asking." he said sarcastically, pushing his visor up. he stared at you in amusement as the child ran into your house. "she's not gonna fall off, i wouldn't let that happen."

you scoffed at his reassurance. "i don't know that."

"don't you, darling?" sukuna catched the way your body language stuttered, even if it was for a second. of course he did.

he held out your daughters bag. "she's already had lunch so just give her a few snacks if anything."

as you reached for the bag he dropped it, playing it off as a slip of his fingers. you're eyes narrowed at him. you might not be together, but that doesn't mean you forgot all about him. you know exactly why he dropped the bag.

"what?" he shrugged, feigning innocence. "you walk out here in those new tight jeans and i'm not supposed to look?"

"thats exactly what you're supposed to do!" you kneel to pick it up a bright flush across your face. "anyway, i'll drop her at your place a little late next saturday so-"

"hey." he cuts you off, leaning off his bike, invading your space. "how about we give her a sibling."

"oh, for gods sake, ryomen!"

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note : i actually dont like the way i executed this but its written so fuck it. not proofread

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oh you talkin bout innittttttt

more blurby than full fic tbh but enjoy <3

katsuki is plenty familiar with your bimbo ass, and though he's not necessarily happy to do it, he'll accompany you to clubs and parties and events to play bodyguard. it's easy to get him riled up— everyone knows that— but he tries to let you have your fun.

you. not some random guy who thinks it's cool to shimmy in behind you on the dance floor.

this asshole thinks he's so fly, sauntering up and putting his elbows up with his hands behind his head, swaying alongside your body. and the only thing that peeves katsuki more than the fact that this bum isn't even on beat, is the fact that you're so friendly and open that you continue to dance with him even after noticing. you turn around at least so you face the guy instead of having your back to him, but instead of telling him off, you laugh, gesturing playfully as you do a fun little two step to the music vibrating the floor. you're still mindful to keep some distance, and you have your girlfriends having a good time beside you who you know are looking out for you, but you came out to have fun, and that's what you're going to do.

katsuki is not a fan.

you're careless. you don't think. and yes, katsuki loves to feel like he's protecting you, because he's a guy, but would it be so hard for you to help him have a little more faith?

you can feel it when his hand is around your wrist instead of your hand, pulling you out to the car to head home after you blindly take a drink from this guy with thanks. "stupid," he grumbles insults under his breath, some towards you but honestly most toward that dickhead who he ended up throwing the offered drink on. he opens the back door of his car and hauls your stupid ass in before getting in the driver's seat and you guys honestly don't make it very far. you keep whining in the back, clumsy hands reaching for your man in the front.

"heyyy, why you all the way over thereee," you bitch, finding his arm. "mm... are you mad at meee...?"

he's not sure if mad is the feeling, but whatever feeling it is, he pulls into an empty lot to get you familiar with it.

"you... you piss me off..." he mutters to you while you squirm in front of him— he's joined you in the back, car turned off so the stir of the engine couldn't mask the wet sounds from your pussy as he steadily pumped two fingers inside you. "you know i hate going out to clubs like that. but i keep doin' it 'cause i love ya, and someone's gotta look out for ya."

he slows the rhythm of his wrist to curl his fingers deeper, feeling you squeeze and letting it fuel him. "every time, 'nothin's personal'... you're just... you're reckless. can be stone cold sober and you still don't consider the dangers out there at all... no instinct... gotta make it my job. fuck, you're stupid..." his thumb lands on your clit, pressure just right. "but i guess i love takin' care of you, so the joke's still on me."

"k-kats— mmf, more!"

"yeah, i bet you do want more."

when he's finally convinced you deserve it (jk he caved bc he wanted to #easyahh) and he slides his cock into you, he sighs almost with relief. the perfect feeling of you is a nice reminder that this is his. he can't bring himself to be nice about it, slamming into you as soon as you're adapted over and over, feeling his tip bully the spongy spot inside you repeatedly.

"you've gotta be smarter... fuck, baby, jus' be smarter, please... i can't... ngh, fuck... i can't stand the idea of somethin' happening to you, y'know..."

you mewl. "i-i'm sorry!"

"don't be sorry... mm, be careful."

he cradles your head with one hand to smash your lips together, his other hand cupping under your body to push you together as he continues to fuck you deep in the sleek backseat of his car. "my baby..." he pants, listening to your sounds closely, heart swelling with pride as you clearly enjoy yourself.

when you cum, he laughs mockingly against your lips, even as he follows in quick succession. "fuck, yeah... that's it, sweetheart. there's my girl. there's my lil' dumbass girl."

"katsukiii..." you whine with a pout at his insults.

"oh, hush." he kisses you again, still hard and very much not done making sure his message is understood...

COWBOY TOJIII

Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation. 

"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that." 

You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time). 

"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"

"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."

Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in. 

"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!" 

Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before. 

"Enchain." 

Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears. 

"Y-Yū —" 

"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin. 

This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too. 

"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."

Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded. 

Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is. 

Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard. 

Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you at the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway. 

"Y-Yūji —"

"My name, brat —"

"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"

"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit. 

You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"

"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."

He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac. 

"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only." 

"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —" 

"That's it."

The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away. 

When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again. 

"S-Sukuna?" 

"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?" 

You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine." 

"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt. 

"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating." 

Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior. 

"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that." 

"It was," you breathe out. 

When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty. 

Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal. 

"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your hair tenderly. 

You shake your head. "Not at all, baby." 

"Let me fuck you next, then." 

⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff; marriage; kids; school; career day ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1K

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“Okay, everyone,” you said, clapping your hands to get your class of five-year-olds’ attention. “We have one more person left for career day. Are you ready to see who it is?”

Your students erupted into a round of enthusiastic ‘yeahs!’

“Okay. Lastly, we have Katsuo’s dad, Pro Hero Dynamight!” You announced and the children started screaming with excitement, some jumping out of their seats as Bakugou entered your classroom.

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it was still early morning when sukuna woke up.

mornings like this had become his new normal ever since you and ryo crashed into his life and turned everything upside down—in the best possible way. he lay there for a moment, crimson eyes softening at the sight of you curled up beside him. your hair was a beautiful mess across the pillow, one arm slung over his chest and a leg tangled between his. you were clinging to him even in your sleep, like you were afraid he’d disappear.

a rare, genuine smile tugged at sukuna’s lips. he leaned in and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your forehead, breathing in the familiar scent of you.

“sleep a little longer,” he murmured against your skin, voice barely above a whisper. carefully, he untangled your limbs, replacing his body with a pillow so you wouldn’t stir too much. you made a small, sleepy sound and hugged the pillow closer. good enough.

after brushing his teeth and splashing water on his face, sukuna padded down the hallway toward the nursery.

the second he pushed the door open, a delighted voice greeted him.

“papa!”

ryo was already standing up in his crib, tiny hands gripping the railing, pink hair sticking up wildly just like his dad’s. his face lit up with the biggest, gummiest smile, bouncing on his chubby legs like he’d been waiting hours instead of minutes.

sukuna’s smirk widened as he crossed the room. “yeah, yeah. morning, brat.” he lifted ryo out effortlessly, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head before settling him against his hip. ryo immediately grabbed a fistful of sukuna’s tank top, babbling happily.

sukuna then placed ryo in the living room’s playpen and gave him his milk in a sippy cup, turning on the tv to his favorite cartoons. the colorful animation immediately captured the little one’s attention, soft giggles filling the room as ryo clutched his cup with both hands.

afterwards, he made his way to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. today was your first day back in school, so he had to make sure it was something solid—eggs, rice, grilled fish, and fresh fruit on the side. he’d been the one to persuade you to return after he graduated a few months ago. it hadn’t been easy. you had your own bad case of separation anxiety, always hesitating with those worried eyes and the soft murmur of, “maybe i should wait another semester?”

every time, sukuna would pull you close, tattooed arms wrapping around you as he reassured you in that low, steady voice. “it’s fine. i’ve got him. i pushed back my master’s for a year so i could take care of both of you. go. you’ve already put enough on hold.”

he wasn’t about to let you sacrifice any more than you already had.

the sound of soft footsteps pulled him from his thoughts. you appeared in the doorway, still wearing his oversized black shirt that draped loosely over your frame, a sheet mask clinging to your face. you padded over quietly and wrapped your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his broad, muscular back.

“still sleepy?” sukuna asked, his voice low and amused as he continued stirring the pot with one hand. the other reached back to rest on your arm, thumb brushing your skin gently.

you nodded against him. “mhm…”

he chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. setting the spoon down, he turned in your embrace, gently peeling the edge of your facemask up so he could lean down and kiss you—first on the forehead, then a slow, lingering one on your lips. his free hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you close for a moment longer than necessary.

“go sit with the brat for a bit,” he murmured against your mouth. “i’ll finish this.”

you smiled sleepily under the mask and made your way to the living room. the second you stepped into view, ryo’s face immediately lit up.

“mama!” he squealed, dropping his sippy cup with a clatter and standing up in the playpen with wobbly excitement. his little arms reached out desperately toward you, eyes sparkling with pure joy as happy giggles bubbled up and chased away any hint of morning fussiness. he bounced on his chubby legs, nearly tipping over in his eagerness, clearly thrilled to see his favorite person in the whole world.

you couldn’t help the warm smile that spread across your face, even with the sheet mask still clinging to your skin. you crossed the living room quickly and scooped him up into your arms, his small body fitting perfectly against yours. ryo immediately buried his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling in as he clutched at the oversized shirt you were wearing—sukuna’s shirt—with both tiny fists. “mama… mama,” he babbled happily, the words muffled against your skin. he was all warm and clingy, his soft baby scent mixing with the faint smell of milk and the laundry detergent from his pajamas.

“good morning, ryo,” you greeted softly, voice still a little raspy from sleep. you leaned in and blew a big raspberry into his chubby cheek, then the other. the toddler burst into a fit of high-pitched giggles, his whole body squirming with delight. his little hands reached up to pat at your face, fingers curiously grabbing the edge of your sheet mask and tugging it slightly askew.

“mamaaa!” he squealed again, half-laughing, half-protesting as the mask crinkled under his touch.

you laughed along with him, adjusting your grip so he wouldn’t accidentally peel the whole thing off. “mama’s baby is getting bigger every day, huh? look at you standing so strong in that playpen. pretty soon you’ll be running around and causing all kinds of trouble, just like your papa.”

still holding ryo close, you carried him toward the kitchen where sukuna was plating breakfast. the delicious smells of rice, grilled fish, and fresh fruit filled the air. as soon as you reached the kitchen island, sukuna turned around, that signature smirk softening the moment he saw the two of you.

without a word, he stepped closer and leaned down. you both showered ryo with affection at the same time—you pressing a kiss to his right cheek while sukuna kissed the left. the coordinated attack sent ryo into another round of delighted giggles. he wriggled between you, head turning from one parent to the other as if he couldn’t decide who to look at first, his tiny hands grabbing at sukuna’s tank top and your shirt.

“more!” he demanded in his limited toddler vocabulary, clearly loving every second of being the center of attention from both his mama and papa. ryo had always thrived on this—being sandwiched between the two people he adored most. his giggles echoed through the kitchen, bright and infectious, making the early morning feel even warmer.

sukuna’s low chuckle rumbled beside you as he straightened up, one large hand gently ruffling ryo’s fluffy pink hair. “greedy little brat,” he said fondly, though there was no bite to it. his crimson eyes flicked to you, softening further as he brushed a thumb over your cheek, fixing the crooked sheet mask. “you two are gonna make it impossible for me to finish cooking.”

you smiled and carefully set ryo down into his high chair, strapping him in securely with the familiar click of the buckle. he kicked his legs happily, still riding the high of all the attention. sukuna slid a small bowl of cut-up fruits—soft banana slices, strawberries, and bits of mango—across the tray. ryo’s eyes lit up. without hesitation, he grabbed a handful of banana slices with his chubby fist and shoved them straight into his mouth, smacking loudly with pure toddler satisfaction.

“slow down, baby,” you laughed softly, reaching over to gently wipe a bit of fruit from his cheek. meanwhile, sukuna was still at the stove, mashing more sweet potato with a fork, mixing in a touch of apple puree for flavor. the kitchen was filled with the cozy sounds of morning: ryo’s messy eating, the scrape of utensils, and the low hum of cartoons still playing in the background.

you finally peeled off the rest of your sheet mask, tossing it into the nearby trash bin with a satisfied sigh. the cool air felt nice against your freshly moisturized skin. hunger hit you properly now, so you dug into the breakfast sukuna had prepared—perfectly seasoned eggs, warm rice, grilled fish, and a side of fresh fruit. every bite was comforting and flavorful, exactly what you needed before facing your first day back on campus.

“mmm… thank you,” you murmured between bites, glancing up at sukuna with grateful eyes. he gave you a small nod, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he plated more food and brought it over.

“eat properly,” he grunted, though the command was laced with care. he leaned down to drop a quick kiss on the top of your head before returning to finish ryo’s mashed food. ryo, meanwhile, was happily alternating between shoving more fruit into his mouth and reaching out to “share” with you, offering a very squished strawberry in his sticky palm.

you accepted the offering with a dramatic “yum!” that made him burst into giggles again. sukuna watched the exchange while spooning the finished mash onto ryo’s plate, his expression relaxed in a way it rarely was outside these walls.

right on time, ryo finished scraping the bottom of his fruit bowl with eager little fingers. his eyes widened with delight the moment sukuna placed the fresh bowl of warm mashed sweet potato and apple in front of him. a happy squeal escaped him as he patted the tray excitedly, already leaning forward in anticipation.

“he’s got your appetite,” you teased softly, watching your son with fond amusement. ryo had always been a big eater, just like his papa—never picky, happily devouring whatever was put in front of him. it was part of why he was on the chonkier side, with those adorably plump cheeks and sturdy little legs. his pediatrician always reassured you that he was perfectly healthy and tracking well on the growth charts, but it still made you melt every time you saw how much he could pack away.

sukuna let out a low huff of pride as he pulled up a chair beside the high chair. “good. means he’s strong.” he took the spoon and gently nudged you back toward your own plate. “keep eating. i’ve got him.”

you pouted, fork paused halfway to your mouth. “but i can feed him while i—”

“no,” sukuna cut in firmly, though his tone was gentle. he scooped a bit of mash and brought it to ryo’s mouth, which opened obediently like a little bird. “you’ve got a long day ahead. sit. eat. let me handle this.”

ryo hummed happily around the spoon, kicking his legs under the tray as he chewed. true to form, he showed zero complaints—swallowing quickly and already opening his mouth for the next bite. sukuna fed him with practiced patience, occasionally wiping the corners of ryo’s mouth with the bib. the toddler’s chubby cheeks puffed out with each mouthful, making him look even rounder and more precious.

you couldn’t help but watch them, your heart swelling at the sight. sukuna’s large, tattooed hand looked so careful holding the small spoon, his usual sharp demeanor completely gone as he murmured quiet encouragement to ryo between bites. “that’s it. big bites, just like papa.”

ryo ate with gusto, cheeks puffing out happily as he cleaned the bowl. by the time both he and you had finished breakfast, the kitchen was filled with satisfied little sighs and the clink of empty dishes.

you stood up first, stretching lightly. “i’ll go finish getting ready,” you told sukuna, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his cheek and then one to the top of ryo’s head. the toddler beamed up at you, still in a food-happy daze.

sukuna nodded, already wiping ryo’s hands and face with a warm cloth. “take your time. we’ll be in the living room.”

once ryo was unstrapped and cleaned up, sukuna carried him over to the playpen. he set the little boy down gently, turned on his favorite colorful cartoons, and then settled on the couch with his laptop. ryo was instantly distracted—standing up on his chubby legs and dancing along to the upbeat theme song, arms waving and body swaying in that adorably uncoordinated toddler way. his giggles mixed with the cartoon sounds, completely absorbed and happy.

in the master bedroom, you took a little extra time getting ready. you changed out of sukuna’s oversized shirt into a comfortable yet cute outfit suitable for your first day back—soft jeans, a simple blouse, light makeup, and your bag packed with notebooks and essentials. the nerves fluttered in your stomach, but knowing sukuna had everything handled at home made it easier to breathe.

when you finally stepped back into the living room, the sight that greeted you warmed you from the inside out. sukuna was focused on his laptop, occasionally glancing up at ryo with a small, proud smirk. meanwhile, your son was still dancing in the playpen, now trying to mimic the cartoon characters with enthusiastic little hops. he looked so content, pink hair bouncing, no signs of distress at all.

you approached quietly and leaned over the back of the couch first, wrapping your arms around sukuna’s shoulders from behind. “i’m heading out,” you whispered.

sukuna turned his head immediately, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck. what started as a simple goodbye kiss quickly deepened. his lips lingered, warm and insistent, pulling you closer as the kiss grew slower and more heated. you melted into it for a moment, fingers threading through his pink hair.

you pulled back just enough to breathe, laughing softly against his mouth. “if you keep kissing me like that, i’m really going to be late for class on my first day.”

sukuna’s smirk was downright dangerous, crimson eyes half-lidded. “good,” he muttered, chasing your lips again. before you knew it, the two of you were caught in a proper makeout session right there on the couch—his free hand sliding down your waist, pulling you half over the back of the sofa as the kiss turned hungry and passionate.

a particularly loud cartoon jingle and ryo’s happy squeal reminded you exactly where you were.

you broke away with a breathless laugh, gently pushing at sukuna’s chest. “sukuna—our son is right there!”

he didn’t look the least bit sorry. instead, that wicked grin widened as he rested his forehead against yours. “maybe it’s time for a sibling then. give the brat someone to play with.”

you nudged him firmly in the chest, cheeks burning even as you tried (and failed) to hide your smile. “you’re impossible.”

sukuna chuckled lowly, stealing one last quick kiss before finally letting you go. “can’t blame me. you look too good leaving the house.”

still a little flushed, you moved to the playpen. ryo noticed you immediately and reached up with a bright grin, still swaying to the music. you lifted him out for a moment, hugging him close and peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses.

“bye-bye, my sweet boy. mama loves you so much. be good for papa, okay?”

ryo giggled and patted your face, happily distracted by the cartoons still playing and the leftover energy from dancing. “bye-bye, mama!” he babbled cheerfully, planting a messy kiss somewhere near your chin.

you set him back down gently, watching as he immediately returned to his dancing, completely unbothered. sukuna gave you one last heated look from the couch, full of promise for later.

“see you later,” you said softly, blowing them both a final kiss from the doorway.

with your boys settled and happy—and your lips still tingling—you stepped out feeling lighter than you expected.

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pairing. k.bakugo x fem!reader (1.5k)

iLOWERCASE INTENDED!

summary: you have a problem and that problem is being absolutely feral for your boyfriend bakugo katsuki 24/7. he pretends to hate it. he definitely doesn't.

cw. NSFW/suggestive themes (implied sexual content), reader insert (2nd person POV), use of internet slang (kinda cringe icl) , Bakugo Katsuki being simultaneously done with and obsessed with his girlfriend

a/n: i loveed this idea. honestly the first thing that came to mind was like a silly quirky (?) y/n so apologies if its a lil cringe. honestly shes a bit too tame, im gonna write a part two so shes more freaky 🤪

\the way you look at katsuki bakugo should be illegal. like actually. someone should call the cops.

not because youre doing anything wrong per se. but because the intent is criminal. youre sitting on his couch scrolling on your phone supposedly watching some documentary about deep sea fish or whatever he picked and youre supposed to be learning about anglerfish or some shit but instead youre just staring at his arms.

his arms. his stupid muscular arms that are folded across his chest while he frowns at the tv like the documentary personally offended him. the sleeves on his black tank are stretched in a way that should be a crime. and youre just. there. mentally writing a 5000 word essay on his deltoids.

"youre not even listening," he says without looking at you.

"i am," you lie.

"youre staring at me."

"im staring at the tv. youre blocking the tv."