#I know bakugou is a newborn

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Duality of my hero babies:

Natsuo. Quiet, calm and peaceful 🥰

And

Old man

[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki x reader (fem) | quirkless!reader, prohero!dynamight

a.n; I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OKAY? I HAVE HAD IT IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE A YEAR ALREADY AND I NEED YA'LL TO RANT WITH ME ABOUT THISSSS<3 it's mostly enemies to lovers💕

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

"For the love of–... I'M COMING!"

It's Sunday morning. You have been expecting this day to wake up maybe mid-morning, with the gentle warm breeze coming from your open window; have an exquisite brunch that you have been planning and craving since Friday; maybe watch an episode or two of your favorite show before preparing a full spa day, with a long and refreshing bath included. That's how you have planned your Sunday to go.

But no… Apparently, someone's intention was to ruin the whole day for you while their knocks on your door were persistent and annoying at 6 freaking a.m.

You don't think about what you're wearing before stumbling towards the door, with the loud BANGS still sounding. You think of your poor neighbors next door and their newborn baby.

"This little shit," you protest, completely annoyed with this person knocking on your door like someone has died. "Someone better be dead or else…" You open the door in one strong pull and huff utterly annoyed when you encounter the person behind.

Vermillion eyes collide with yours, the intense hate and annoyance so palpable in the air it almost cuts you both.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

He tchs, rolling his eyes at you. The bile travels up through your esophagus, and you want to spit at him.

"Save the greetings, if you know what a decent greeting means… Well, considering how well you just did it, I doubt you fuckin’ know…"

The muscle at your temple twitches so hard, you believe he is actually able to see it. That would explain his upcoming smirk.

"The fuck do you want?" You repeat, not even caring or taking the time to follow this banter with him. You would normally do it, come back at him with a snarky response that would probably hurt his ego and he would answer back making you even angrier, and yada yada, nothing new to this ‘hate x hate’ relationship you had with this man in front of you. But today is not a day you planned on dealing with Bakugou-annoying ass-Katsuki.

He looks down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting a bit with the buttons on his all-black suit jacket you just now noticed he is wearing. Interesting; he never uses formal suits like this one if it isn't for a Hero Gala, and that was only once a year. Or that one time you remember he had to apologize to citizens through a TV interview with Deku because of a villain attack in Hokkaido they couldn't quite contain on time and caused a lot of material damage. You shake your head coming back to the present. Pro Hero Dynamight, a.k.a. Bakugou-annoying ass-Katsuki is standing right at your door, looking a bit nervous while playing with the buttons of his jacket, furrowing his eyebrows like he is angry even at the air he breathes.

You could have expected anything from this unpredictable man who infuriated you almost twenty-four hours a day, the seven days of the whole week. However, you were not expecting at all the words that come from his mouth after he looks up again and his eyes lock with yours.

"Fucking marry me."

Your eyes open wide. And the only thing you think of doing is punching him. And you do.

Your hands close in tight fists, and before saying anything, you punch his shoulder as strongly as you can with one. You know for sure your small and useless fist won't do any damage to this hulk of a man, but the meaning behind it it's what matters.

He simply looks at you in disbelief. "Ouch?" He smirks. He fucking smirks at you, and this time you punch his stomach, which does make him grunt and hover a bit in pain.

You attempt to close the door right at his face, but he suddenly pushes it with his hand and makes you waver a bit back, holding yourself on the door handle. He stands straight again, retrieving his hand from the door when he realizes he used more force than intended to prevent you from closing the door.

"I- umm- Shit, sorry, I didn't-..." 

You raise a hand to stop him from talking.

"Just fucking tell me what you want, so I can go back to bed and not see your ugly face for the rest of my day."

You watch in satisfaction how his face contours into full rage. And this time you smirk. 

"I fucking hate you…" He spits, and you bat your lashes at him while smiling.

"Ah, the feeling is mutual, baby."

Bakugou takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and holding himself on the door frame with strength. You're sure his hand shape will print on it, and you get more annoyed –if that's possible, but you have already learned that when Bakugou was involved, the anger was immeasurable– thinking that you will have to hire someone to fix that.

"I fucking hate you," he repeats through his teeth with his eyes still closed, but then he opens them, and his entire face changes into something you never expected to see. He looks at you, begging, "But I need you to marry me."

You look… perplexed. Again, never in your life have you ever come across the thought that those words would ever come from the man in front of you, much less towards you.

You open your mouth to say something, but the neighbor from the apartment in front of yours opens his door, standing there with his arms crossed and looking menacingly.

"Everything okay, Y/N?" His deep baritone voice asks. Bakugou turns his head and when he sees him, stands straight, head held high and you can imagine the type of defying expression on his face.

You roll your eyes. Men.

"Yes, Arisu, everything is fine. He's… a… friend," the word stung your tongue because you couldn't consider Bakugou that, even though you shared the same group of friends. But it wouldn't have been good having these two fight over something you still didn't understand what was happening; the thought of who of these two hulk men would win still was entertaining to think about. Your money was on Arisu, of course.

"Alrigh’," Arisu says, looking at Bakugou up and down before retrieving himself back into his apartment.

"The fuck this fucking extra-..." You stop Bakugou from turning and going towards Arisu by holding his arm and pulling him towards you.

"Stop it. Come inside," you demand, pulling him as he watches your hand around his bicep, "before any of my neighbors file a complaint against me thanks to your fucking loud mouth."

Bakugou grunts at your words as he lets you pull him inside. When you close the door and turn to him, you realize how big he looks in your small apartment, where there is barely space between the living room and the kitchen and two doors, one leads to your bedroom and the other to the bathroom. You want to laugh at how uncomfortable he looks.

You take a deep breath, scratching your forehead to regain a bit of patience –which was non-existent whenever Bakugou was around.

"Okay, now, explain to me what the hell is wrong with you."

"Nothing is wrong with me. More like what's wrong with you and this small thing you call apartment… When did you-..."

"Bakugou! I didn't invite you in for you to start insulting my living space!" You say more exasperated by every second he is in there. "Tell me what the hell happened to you! Why did you come here, almost tearing down the door of my place at 6 in the fucking morning, annoying even my neighbors, and then you fucking propose out of nowhere!"

His lips are held in a tight line as he watches you almost yell at him, hands opening and closing anxiously. There is silence for a couple of minutes before he says, "My father died."

You gasp, taking a step back. Wow. That's something you were not expecting at all. You get now why the black suit. And now that you look at him better, his eyes look glassy and reddish –probably thanks to how much he's holding himself back from showing any other emotion that isn't anger. And that's… sad.

Your arms immediately hug yourself, one hand settling over your chest. "I- I'm sorry…"

"Don't be," he turns a bit to the left, facing the kitchen to avoid looking at you. "Fucker was a right pain in the ass."

You choke on the laugh that almost escapes you at his words, and after you clear your throat you murmur, "Sorry." He looks at you a bit amused, the right corner of his mouth lifted a bit at your reaction.

You sigh again after a few seconds of silence, "Bakugou, what does that have to do with you asking me to-...”

"My great-grandparents are-were the funders and CEOs of TCA Technologies Corp.," your eyes open wide at the name of the prestigious company that had been ground-breaking in the creation and use of robots, before being the number one seller of technology materials to support heroes. They were high class in society, civilians and heroes. "Yeah, that's the face every extra makes," he smirks when you stick your tongue out at him.

He then looks at you up and down and immediately looks away, clearing his throat in a clear gesture of shyness. You frown confused.

"Fucking go put some clothes on."

That's when you remember you had no pants, no bra, and an old shirt that barely covered your panties. Fuck. You almost run towards your room to get changed. All of this had to be a dream… or a nightmare.

Your Sunday was entirely ruined. You know that for sure.

After you change to decent, more covered clothing, leggings and a big shirt that almost reached your knees –it is Sunday, dammit, and the hell you are gonna dress up for Bakugou Katsuki– you walk again towards the living room where you left said asshole waiting for you there. He is now sitting on your couch, his suit jacket lying over the back of it. His elbows are resting over his knees, his hands holding his head. You have never encountered a tired Bakugou, yet here he is. Looking beaten and down.

He looks up at you when he hears you approach him; his eyes are more reddish than before, kind of like when you want to cry but don't let yourself do it. That made you feel bad for thinking about him as an asshole.

"What took you so long, short-legs? Whatever you wear, you'll still stink and look ugly on it."

Nope. He is and will always be a stupid asshole.

You roll your eyes grunting as you let yourself fall on the couch, as far away from him as you can on that three-people couch, crossing your legs under you.

"Spit it out, asshole. What's all this about?"

He sighs, "My father inherited it all after my grandfather died. His whole life had been that stupid company, his and my mother's. I don't give a fuck about it, but the old hack insists that I- ow!"

You pinch him on the shoulder this time, knowing very well that if you had punched him he wouldn't have felt anything. But pinching… he did feel that.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

"Don't call your mom like that, idiot!"

"Fucking piss off, you know shit! The old hack is an old hack, she deserves the title."

You shake your head in disagreement but decide to leave that topic there considering how affected he looks by it.

"The old hack said," he simply repeats that to spite you, and you really want to punch him, "that I need to step up and be fucking CEO of that bullshit, or…"

He looks at you, and you gulp, kind of understanding where this is going.

"Or get married." You finish the sentence, crossing your arms over your chest, "But why? Those two options are completely different from one another."

"The sky will fucking fall the day I understand any-fucking-thing that comes out of her mouth. She's nuts!" He protests, arms exaggerating his words as he opens them wide, evidently showing how much stress he has, before laying back on the couch, head resting over the back of it where his jacket is. He sighs long and deeply before talking again, "My great-grandmother had a strong Quirk, but she decided to stay at home instead of being a Hero. Those were other times, ya'know?"

"I know History of Heroes, Bakugou. I'm not stupid."

He looks at you again, this time genuinely surprised, "I, umm, thought you-..."

"Have you ever thought that despite not having a Quirk, I know about heroes?"

He tchs, "No wonder why you and shitty Deku are such shitty nerds."

You roll your eyes for the eleventh time that morning, "Get to the point, shitty asshole."

Bakugou scoffs, clearly holding back a retort to answer back, then he continues, "I'm the first in generations with a strong, hero-level Quirk. Most of my family had decided to live as civilians, building this stupid company from generation to generation."

"Oh, and you are the first actual Hero in the family. You are the first one to choose differently…"

He nods in response, "It almost gave my grandfather a heart attack. Ever since my Quirk woke up, I knew what I wanted," he looks back at you, and for the first time, you admit to yourself that you're curious of knowing what he wants, what goes through his head, so you nod allowing him to continue, "I want to be a Number One Hero. I want to kick villains' asses as much and as hard as I can for as long as my stupid aging bones allow me to."

The intensity in his eyes and conviction in every word he spoke made you feel his passion. And that was… new.

"But to be that, I can't afford to waste time in falling in love and all that bullshit…"

"Then say no to your mom and the company," you offer as a solution. He snorts letting his head fall back against the couch.

"You know shit…" He shakes his head, "There's a requirement in every hero company, it says that a familiar, or a spouse if the hero is married, has to validate your mental sanity alongside a doctor to keep working as a Hero."

"I… didn't know that."

"Of course not, short-legs. You're not a hero, why would you know?"

"So, if I… If we get married-..." he nods in confirmation even before you say the words. But he says them.

"The old hag won't have to validate my status as Hero anymore, and she won't have anything to hold me back from sending her and the company to hell."

You looked serious at him, "Bakugou, you and I don't like each other. You hate me and I hate you. And you want to put your Hero status in my hands by marrying me?" You say in disbelief, almost anxious about the whole meaning of this. You stand up and walk from one side to the other as you keep talking, "Why? Because your inner kid is in rebellious tantrum mode and does not want to take the responsibility to-..."

"Shut the fuck up! You. Know. Shit!" He also stood up, shortening the distance between you two in the small living room.

"Then tell me! Explain it to me! Cause to me you only sound like a spoiled brat who doesn't want his veggies for lunch."

He looks you right in the eye, hands almost trembling in fists beside his body, and then he drops the bomb.

"My mother killed my grandfather."

You recoil a step back, "What?"

He sighs, hands and fingers running through his hair, clearly uncomfortable, "I-... There is no proof, no solid proof about it. I just- I know it was her." Again, the conviction in his eyes made you believe him. "My mother wanted the money, the luxury life being with my dad could bring her. But my dad had a brother, an older brother."

"Had?"

Bakugou simply shakes his head, "The idiot got himself in between a shooting from two villain groups. He was shot only once, and it killed him. A fucking looser…" 

You try, you really tried not to smile but failed miserably. "You are the idiot," you say fighting back the chuckle.

He smiles back, "No, I got shot several times, I even got thrown at and through walls, and I'm very much fucking alive. I'm no weak ass looser as him."

You can't stop laughing, Bakugou definitely is an idiot.

He waits until you're done laughing before continuing, "Even then, my grandfather didn't think my dad was capable of handling the company and all it meant, so he was thinking about giving it to one of his nephews. That's when, I fuckin’ know, my mother took matters into her own hands. I'm an only child. If I say no…"

"The company has to go to another familiar..." Everything washes clear now in your head, “And your mom won't allow that to happen. So she’ll lie and say you aren’t sane enough to keep working as a hero,” Bakugou keeps nodding, confirming everything you’re saying.

“That way, I’m obligated to work at the company.”

Your hand travels from your forehead and brushes your hair back. “She wouldn’t that… She’s your mom, Bakugou...”

“Haven’t you heard a fucking thing I said? She fucking killed my grandfather so the company was legally inherited by my father! Therefore, she could hold all the rights, all the stupid money! My father was a fucking dimwit who believed every-fucking-thing my mother said. She controlled him as she pleased.”

You gasp as another realization hits you, “That’s why you are an asshole to her…”

“She can fool anyone, but not me.” He declares, standing tall and proud. “I have never played her game, and I fuckin’ never will.”

You hug yourself once more, taking some minutes to assimilate all the confessions he just dropped on you. Everything feels like a script of a freaking movie or something. And there are too many questions you want to ask. But there’s only one thing you mostly don’t understand and you need the answer to.

So you look back at him, head tilting up a bit due to the height difference between you, and ask, “Why me?”

Bakugou does not hesitate in his answer. 

“You’re strong, despite not having a Quirk. And smart. You don’t let anyone dictate what you can or cannot do,” he takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, “You have never backed down from a discussion, with me or anyone else. You don’t let anybody step on you, holding tight to your convictions and beliefs.”

You visibly gulp, feeling a little warmth in your cheeks that makes you want to look elsewhere, but you don't. You hold the connection between your eyes like dear life. And he smiles, the left corner of his mouth raising a bit.

“You have a fuckin’ strong character, you won't even shy down from me,” you suddenly feel the back of his index finger caress the right side of your jaw, where lays an old scar he perfectly recognized.

It was the scar he accidentally left when you were younger, stupider. He had picked a fight with another newbie hero –another asshole in your opinion– who kept talking shit about his other newbie hero friends. Bakugou had snapped when the guy mocked the word “whore” towards you. You have tried to separate them, earning yourself a punch on the right side of your face by this same man that has touched the reminder of that old memory.

“But above all that…” It’s his turn to gulp, eyes going up and down through your face. Is he… Is he looking at your lips? “You are kind. You care about everyone. You always try to solve everything for everyone –that’s fuckin’ annoying actually.”

You open your mouth to swear at him, stupid asshole; but he doesn’t give you time to say anything. “What I’m trying to fuckin’ say is–” he takes a deep breath, “You are… good. A good person. And you… You understand m- us.”

Was he going to say ‘me’? By ‘us’, you know he means heroes.

Your parents had been heroes before they died. Unfortunately, you were born Quirkless, so the dream of following your parents' path was decided the same day you were welcomed into this world. You have already made peace with this idea, it didn’t hurt like it used to when you were young. Despite not having a Quirk, you specialized in Quirk and training analysis, which granted you a job that most Hero Agencies wanted you for. Hence also how now your group of friends involved all heroes.

However, one thing is working with them, working with Bakugou Katsuki, a.k.a. Pro Hero Dynamight, who was the biggest pain in your ass you have ever had since the day you met him. Another completely different is actually marrying the pain in your ass.

You sigh, “I don’t–...”

“What? You want me to fuckin’ beg? ‘Cause I fuckin’ will…” Bakugou takes a step back and literally kneels before you. You protest, grabbing his forearm and pulling him back up, but he doesn’t let you move him even a millimeter. “What do you want? Whatever you want is yours. We can even sign a dam contract if you so want, I don’t fuckin’ care what it is. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“This is not a fucking joke, Bakugou. You are asking me to marry you. What if I have a boyfriend? You didn’t even fucking ask!”

His eyes open wide, surprised. “Do you?”

You roll your eyes, releasing an exasperated sigh. “No! I don’t!”

“Then, what are you bitching about?”

You groan. “I’m bitching about the fact that I don’t know why would you put a whole big deal on me when we hate each other!”

“I trust you.”

It’s a short answer, his expression is even so neutral and sure that leaves you perplexed. Surprised at how easily he said those words.

“We don’t like each other…”

“I don’t need to like you to trust you, idiot.” It feels like he’s mocking you, but one look into his eyes and what he is saying actually feels right. He is completely sure of what he is saying. “I would even fuckin’ trust you with my life.”

He already does. Every day, at work.

Still, you can’t pass the opportunity to piss him off. “Wow. That’s deep, buddy.”

“Fuck you.”

Mission accomplished.

You laugh gently, looking at him still kneeling on the floor of your living room. The sight in itself is a miracle. A sight you won't get to see ever again from this man. But it’s not the image of his kneeling position that makes you take the decision.

It’s his eyes.

They are screaming, desperately begging for you to help him. And, damn it, he is right; you always are at the disposal of everyone when they need your help. Fuck! It is actually very annoying –but you will never admit that out loud, especially not to him.

You close your eyes, head tilting back, and take a long, deep breath.

You are so going to regret this.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

Bakugou Katsuki immediately stands up and practically throws himself at you, his whole hulk of a body surrounding you in what you have never thought would ever happen between you two: a hug.

Are you though?

[kingkatsuki]

— baby fever

Bakugou sees you cradling Kirishima’s newborn in your arms, and thinks it wouldn’t be so bad to have a baby of your own.

Warnings: 18+, not proofread, breeding, unprotected sex, public sex, car sex, dirty talk, one use of the word daddy, creampie.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 2.1k.

“Come and hold him, Kats.” You tried to beckon your husband in from the kitchen, looking up at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

Kirishima’s newborn was bundled in your arms as you sat on his living room couch. It was your first visit since being in the hospital for the birth, noticing the soft glow his wife had as she sat beside you. A warm mug of tea in her hands as you looked down at the baby with awe and adoration.

“Maybe later,” Bakugou replied from his position as he gave you a small smile.

Despite the years you’d spent with Bakugou, you’d never really discussed kids. Perfectly content with the life you’d created together. But as your friends grew older, they began to settle down in to happy families and it had you longing for a family of your own with your partner.

Lingering in the doorway of the kitchen gave Bakugou the perfect view of you on the couch cradling Kirishima’s newborn. The small bundle looked tiny compared to you, stroking your knuckle against a soft cheek as you cooed down at the baby.

“So when’s it your turn, bro?” Kirishima grinned at his best friend as he handed him a beer from the fridge, breaking Bakugou out of his stupor as he twisted the cap off the bottle.

“Nah,” He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, “We ain’t discussed kids.”

“Maybe you should, man,” Kirishima nodded towards you, “It suits her.”

His best friend was right. There was almost an ethereal glow radiating from you as he watched you across the room. Picturing how you’d look cradling a bundle of joy of your own, a child that you’d both created together. Thinking about how pretty you’d look all round and plump with his child as you brought a new life into the world.

Bakugou felt like a pervert as the thought had his cock stirring between his thighs. The thought of watching your body grow because of him had a desperate ache of desire burning molten lava inside him, claiming you as his and showing everyone once and for all who you belonged to.

“Talk to her about it, man.” Kirishima clinked his beer bottle against Bakugou’s with a grin, “You never know.”

“Are you okay?” You hummed, taking his hand in your own as you walked back to the car, “You hardly said a word in there. I know you don’t like kids, but—”

“Is that what you think?” Bakugou turned to face you.

“I mean you’ve never mentioned them before,” You smiled softly, “I know you love the little fans that adore Dynamight but we’ve never really talked about kids ourselves have we?”

“Would it be so bad?” Bakugou chewed on his bottom lip, his hand tightening around yours.

“What?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“If we had kids, would it be so bad?” Bakugou mumbled, “I could give up more missions and patrols, work from home. My sidekicks can handle a lot of shit if I’m out more often—”

“Katsuki,” You grinned, reaching your arms up to wrap around his broad shoulders as you cut him off, “I’d love to have kids with you.”

Bakugou placed his hands on your hips, fingertips digging into the soft skin as he held you close. Pressing you against the front door of his car as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips, “You know you’d look so fuckin’ hot carrying our child.”

“Yeah?” You teased, playing with the buzzed hair at the back of his neck, “What’s brought all this on?”

“Seeing you with Kiri’s kid? The little baby in your arms— you’d make such a good mother, and I want to experience that with you.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while actually,” You smiled, leaning up to press a glossy kiss to his jaw, “You’d be such an amazing dad, Katsuki. Kids adore you.”

“Tch, you been thinkin’ about it and didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t want to get in the way of your dreams or your career,” You shook your head, “Being with you is enough, we have such a good life- but I’d love to have kids with you.”

“Kids plural?” Bakugou grinned, nosing your cheek, “We better get started then, huh?”

“What, right now?” You laughed, “You better drive fast then.”

“Who said anything about drivin’?” Bakugou shook his head as he rut his hips forward, feeling the bulge in his jeans press against your tummy as you gasped in surprise.

“Katsuki—”

“What?” He scoffed, “It ain’t my fuckin’ fault you’d make such a hot mama.”

Bakugou opened the back door of his car as he walked you towards the seat, “Wait— here?”

“It was either here, or Kiri’s bathroom and we both know you can’t keep quiet for shit,” Bakugou grins,

“That’s not my fault,” You squealed as he pushed you down onto the seat, closing the door behind him as he clambered on top of you.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Bakugou groaned, already unbuckling his belt as he let it hang loose through the loops in his jeans, “I gotta fuck a baby into you, sweetheart.”

“What if someone sees—” You were cut off with Bakugou’s lips against yours in a hot and heavy kiss, his palms groping your chest as he pressed his bulge against you. Feeling the hardness graze your clit only separated by thin layers of fabric.

“Let them watch me stuff you full of cum,” He groaned.

You could feel his desperation as he bunched your skirt up around your hips, pawing at the hem of your panties as he pulled them down your thighs. Using them to push your legs up as he pinned them to your chest, your pretty heels still buckled against your feet as he positioned himself between your plush thighs.

“Oh fuck, Katsuki.” You groaned, feeling him lean his body weight against you as he fisted his cock. Guiding the leaky tip between your messy folds as he blindly searched for your tight entrance.

“I’ll make you cum on my tongue when we get home sweetheart, but I gotta fuckin’ have you now.”

The confines of the back of his car made it difficult to move as the tip caught against your hole before sliding along your folds to nudge your clit, repositioning himself to try again as he pushed forward with more urgency. Watching your lips part in a silent moan as he stole the air from your lungs, pressing into you inch by excruciating inch.

“Oh my god, Kats—” You scrambled to find purchase as your hands gripped his arms on either side of you, the new position had him deeper inside you as you felt every vein of his cock moulding to your slick heat.

“Want me to fuck a baby into you, huh?” He rasped, stilling inside you for a moment to adjust as he felt his balls tighten from the sensation. The pent up desire inside him almost too much as he felt you clamp down around him.

“Please,” You mewled, trying desperately to get him to move as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Bakugou choked out as he began a rough pace, his heavy balls slapping against the swell of your ass as he hunched over you.

Rough hands reaching out to massage your bouncing breasts as he pulled at your dress, pawing them in large hands as his cock twitched inside you.

“Can’t wait for these to get bigger,” He grunted, reaching beneath the fabric to pinch at your nipples, “They’re gonna have the fuckin’ life sucking those all damn day.”

“Kats.” You writhed beneath him as he kept his steady pace, crimson eyes searing into you as he gave you another chaste kiss.

“I can barely keep my hands off you as it is, imagine when you’re carrying my kid.” He groaned, his lips parted in a constant moan as he felt your walls clamp down around him at his words, “Make you all nice and round with my spunk.”

“Oh shit,” You trembled beneath him as your hands slipped under the bottom of his shirt, raking your nails along his back as he kept pistoning his hips into you.

The windows were beginning to fog as the air inside the vehicle became hot and heavy, almost suffocating as he continued his ruthless pace.

“You’d look so fuckin’ perfect carrying my child.” Bakugou rambled, feeling his cock twitch as he neared his release. The pent up desire that was building inside him ensured he wouldn’t maintain the usual stamina right now, the insatiable urge to fill you with his seed was all too much as he sought his release, “You’d be the hottest fuckin’ mama.”

“Shit,” You whined, feeling your walls begin to tremble around him as you felt yourself swiftly approaching your climax.

Bakugou could feel the way your walls were clenching around him as his hand dipped between your connected bodies, the calloused pad of his thumb rubbing messy circles against your puffy clit as he felt you on the cusp of your release.

“Come on, sweetheart,” He taunted, “Cum for me so I can fill you up, yeah?”

White spots began to blank your vision as you felt your orgasm crash down on you in harsh waves, your thighs shaking as you cried out his name. Your walls clamping down around his thick cock as he worked you through your release, desperately trying to milk him of his own.

“That’s it,” He cooed, “That’s my good girl.”

“Please, Katsuki,” You mewled, your toes curling as you basked in the bliss of your climax, “I want it so bad, please cum inside me.”

“Yeah? You want me to fill you up?” He groaned, “Fuck you over and over until you’re dripping with my cum?”

“Fuck—” You gasped, the sultry tone of his voice becoming far too much, “Please, daddy.”

“Oh, fuck- shit,” Bakugou gasped as the name caught him by surprise. His hips stuttering as his pace faltered, choking back a desperate groan until he was dangerously close to the edge, “You want daddy to stuff you full? Breed this little pussy until you’re round and full of my seed? So everyone knows who you belong to—”

“Oh, God. Please, Katsuki. Make me take it all, fuck—”

“You ready, sweetheart? Fuckin’ take it.” He grunted, his balls tightening as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum inside your eager cunt. Your walls clamping down around him as you milked him of his release, “Just like that, that’s it— good girl.”

You stroked your fingers through his sweaty hair as he leaned his forehead to yours to relax his breathing as you both came down from your highs. His warm lips peppering kisses against your face as your walls continued to spasm around his softening cock. Keeping you plugged full of his release for a little longer as he regained his breath.

“I hope Kiri didn’t see,” You pouted as you were thankful for the steamy windows, even if it did make your actions far more obvious, “I can’t believe we fucked outside his house.”

“Hey, inside his bathroom would’ve been worse,” Bakugou scoffed, “You’re so fuckin’ noisy.”

“That’s not my fault,” You attempted to glare at him as you furrowed your brows. Causing Bakugou to lean down and kiss you on the scrunch between your nose with a grin, “You’re the one that practically jumped me.”

“Then you shouldn’t look like such a hot mama,” Bakugou deadpanned, finally pulling out of your quivering walls as he watched strings of your combined slick break off and stick to your skin uncomfortably, “You stay there and I’ll drive us home, yeah?”

“I can’t stay like this on the drive home,” You whined when Bakugou buckled his pants with a grin, opening the back door to make his way into the drivers seat.

“Yeah you can, sweetheart,” He laughed, “It’ll take better in that position.”

You pulled your panties back up your thighs as Bakugou watched shamelessly, his crimson eyes focused on where his release was now drooling out of your quivering walls.

“I’m not letting you drive me home like this,” You pouted as you climbed out of the back seat on shaky legs, clinging to Bakugou’s arms as he helped to guide you into the passengers side. Allowing some welcome air into the steamy car as the windows began to defog, your hands already reaching for the aircon even though the car wasn’t turned on yet.

“Have it your way,” He shrugged with a cocky smirk on his face, “I’ll just fuck more into you when we get home anyway.”

[jxwl4k]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Bakugou x female reader story where she has a newborn son (not with Katsuki) and struggles with being a teen mom at U.A. She tends to hide it, but Bakugou finds her one night breaking down while trying to warm a bottle for her fussy baby. The pressure of hero work and being a new mom is becoming too much to bear. Bakugou comforts the reader and helps her. It would be great if they knew each other since childhood. (You don’t have to write it if you’re uncomfortable with the idea!!)

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☘︎ . . . genre. hurt/comfort

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x teen!mom!reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by @rocketblasterr

⤿ yn is a teen mom at U.A tries to juggle her hero training and caring for her newborn son in silence.

The halls of U.A. were eerily quiet at night, the only sound being the occasional hum of the vending machines or the distant creak of a door. YN was sitting in the shared dorm kitchen, clutching a bottle of formula in one hand and holding her fussy newborn in the other.

Tears pricked at her eyes as her son’s cries echoed through the space, louder than she ever thought such a tiny baby could manage. She was exhausted—no, beyond exhausted. Between trying to balance training, schoolwork, and the sleepless nights that came with caring for a newborn, she felt like she was drowning.

The microwave beeped, signaling the bottle was warm enough, but YN’s hands trembled so much she nearly dropped it. “Come on,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Just stop crying for one second, please…”

It was no use. The tears spilled over as she sank into the nearest chair, holding her baby close but feeling like the worst mother in the world.

“Oi, what the hell are you doing?”

The familiar voice made her flinch. She turned to see Bakugou standing in the doorway, his usual scowl softened by the dim light of the kitchen.

“Katsuki,” she whispered, hurriedly wiping at her cheeks. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here, dumbass. The better question is, why the hell are you crying alone in the middle of the night?” He stepped closer, his crimson eyes narrowing as he took in her tear-streaked face and the squirming baby in her arms.

“It’s nothing,” YN muttered, trying to shield her face. “Just go back to bed.”

“Like hell I’m leaving.” He pulled out a chair across from her and sat down, his gaze intense but not unkind. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks. Thought you were just tired from school, but now I see it’s this little guy.” He motioned to her baby, who was still crying despite her gentle rocking.

“It’s fine,” she said, though her voice wavered. “I can handle it.”

“Bullshit.” Bakugou leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You’re falling apart, YN. You think I can’t tell?”

Her resolve crumbled at his words. The tears came rushing back, and this time she couldn’t hold them back. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Katsuki,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “I thought I could balance everything, but… but it’s too much. I’m failing at being a mom, and I’m failing at being a hero. I don’t know what to do.”

For a moment, Bakugou didn’t say anything. Then, to her surprise, he reached out and gently took the bottle from her trembling hands. “First of all, stop beating yourself up,” he said gruffly. “You’re not failing. You’re just human.”

He stood and walked over to her, holding out his hands. “Here. Let me take him for a bit.”

She hesitated, but the exhaustion won out. She carefully handed her son over, and Bakugou cradled him in his arms with more gentleness than she thought possible. He adjusted the bottle and began feeding the baby, his expression softening as the cries quieted.

“There,” he muttered, watching as the baby finally settled. “Not so hard, huh?”

YN stared at him, a mixture of awe and gratitude flooding her chest. “Since when are you good with babies?”

He shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m good at everything.”

Despite everything, she laughed—a real, genuine laugh for the first time in what felt like forever. “Thank you, Katsuki,” she said softly.

“Tch, don’t get all mushy on me,” he grumbled, though there was no heat in his words. “You’re not alone, okay? If you need help, just ask. I’m not gonna let you crash and burn, dumbass.”

She nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. For the first time in weeks, she felt like she could breathe again.

And as she watched Bakugou carefully feed her son, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to face everything on her own.

[yutagfr]

Can you do one where bakugo is a first time dad? 😭 and he doesn't know what to do please!

A/n: uh It was kinda difficult at first but I hope you enjoy, it's also really short.

"The monster gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here"

The dim glow of the nightlight cast an eerie light on the bedroom, illuminating the exhausted faces of Bakugo and You as you lay in bed. The air was thick with the scent of sleep, and the only sound was the gentle hum of the city outside their window.

As you both lay in bed, Bakugou's snores were interrupted by a loud wail. He fluttered his eyes open, his gaze snapping into focus as he noticed you were awake. "What's wrong?" he growled, his voice rough from sleep.

Your expression was tired, but a hint of amusement danced in your eyes. "The baby needs feeding," You whispered.

Bakugo groaned, throwing back his head against the pillow. "Great. Just what I needed. A middle-of-the-night wake-up call."

You sat up, rubbing your temples. "You're on duty tonight, Kacchan."

Bakugo's eyes narrowed as he fixed his eyes on you. "I thought we had a system. I'm not exactly a morning person."

You handed him a diaper bag slung over your shoulder. "We did have a system, but you forgot, didn't you?"

His jaw clenched in frustration. "I'm not exactly known for my memory, okay? But that's not the point."

You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes. "What's your point?"

"My point is that I'm not exactly thrilled about being woken up in the middle of the night to deal with a screaming brat," Bakugo snarled, flinging off the covers.

You sighed, getting out of bed as well "I know it's not ideal, but someone has to do it."

The baby's wails grew louder, and your patience wore thinner. "Fine," Bakugou muttered, throwing off the covers and stumbling out of bed. "I'll go take care of him."

Bakugou followed you to the nursery, still grumbling under his breath. As you reached the crib, he peered down at the tiny human wailing in front of him.

"What do I do now?" he demanded, the diaper bag hanging off his shoulders.

You handed him a bottle and a pacifier. "Just...try to calm him down and feed him."

Bakugou scowled at the unfamiliar equipment. "This is ridiculous. Can't we just use...I don't know...magic or something?"

You flicked on the lights to the babies room. "It doesn't work that way, Kacchan."

Bakugou huffed and tried to take the bottle from your hand, but ended up dropping it instead.

"Great," he muttered under his breath. "Just perfect."

You patted him on the back, feeling bad but you knew he had to learn today or never.

Bakugou glared after you before turning back to the baby. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on calming down the tiny human in front of him.

He stood there, feeling like a complete failure, as he stared at the wailing baby. He let out a deep breath and tried to compose himself. This wasn't exactly the first time he'd been in this situation, but it still didn't make it any easier.

He picked up the baby and tried to rock him gently, but his awkwardness was evident. The baby's wails only grew louder, and Bakugou's scowl deepened. "Come on, kid, calm down already!"

You had given him a pacifier, which he held out to the baby with a scowl. "Here, shut it up already," he muttered.

To his surprise, the baby quieted down slightly, and Bakugou felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this parenting thing wasn't going to be a total disaster after all.

The baby's tiny fists waved in the air, and Bakugou winced as one of them accidentally poked him in the chest.

You chuckled from behind him. "Maybe try rocking him?"

As he stumbled around the room, trying to find a comfortable spot to rock the baby, Bakugou's clumsiness only seemed to get worse. He stumbled over his own feet.

You burst out laughing at the sight of him stumbling around like a newborn giraffe. "Kats, maybe you should try sitting down?" You suggested.

Bakugou glared at you. "I don't need your help! I'm a professional...or at least, I will be once I figure out how to hold this brat with without dropping him."

You chuckled and handed him a pillow from the couch. "Try sitting down with him on your lap.

Bakugou grudgingly nodded and sat down in the rocking chair beside the crib. He awkwardly began to rock the baby back and forth, trying to find a rhythm that would soothe him.

The baby immediately quieted down, gazing up at him with big, round eyes.

Bakugou struggled to find a comfortable position. His arms ached from holding the baby upright, and his back hurt from trying to sit up straight. But he refused to give up.

As he rocked the baby, Bakugou couldn't help but think about how tiny and fragile this little human was. He was used to dealing with explosions and Quirks, not delicate babies.

But as he continued to rock, something strange happened. The baby's wails began to slow down, and eventually he quieted down altogether. Bakugou's eyes widened in surprise as he looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms.

Whoa, did I actually do it?

He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him, and for a moment, he forgot all about his grumpiness. He gently swayed back and forth in the rocking chair, feeling the baby's soft breath on his chest.

As he sat there, something unexpected happened. He started to relax. His tense muscles eased up, and his breathing slowed. For the first time in his life, he felt...calm.

And before he knew it, his own eyelids grew heavy. The last thing he remembered was feeling the baby's soft head against his shoulder before everything went dark.

"Maybe this whole thing isn't shitty after all."

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.

[ticklygiggles]

A/N: 2/4 of always angelic @wertzunge 's gift~ ❣️ as disclaimer I have never watched or read bhna, so i just hope they're in character enough to be enjoyable, hehe.

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“Look at the mess you're doing!” 

Kirishima couldn't help but chuckle, moving with his foot the shattered sphere that had slipped from his hands.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he said softly, still hurryingly placing ornaments on the tree and he giggled as Bakugou started to nag him again. 

Kirishima would never use the word ‘delicate’ to define Bakugou, he knew that his boyfriend was the opposite of that, so when he proposed to have a competition to see who could put the most Christmas decorations on the tree in just ten minutes, he was almost certain that he had the win in the bag. 

However, who would have thought that Bakugou would be so good at it? He placed each sphere very carefully, with the same care you would use to touch a newborn baby. He didn't even treat Kirishima that kindly!

But he could understand, after all, the loser would wash the dishes for a whole week. They both hated this chore with a passion, so their competitive instincts blossomed as soon as the timer on Kirishima’s phone had started. 

“I didn't know you were so good at decorating, Bakugou,” he said in hopes of distracting his boyfriend enough to take the lead, or at least make him stop a little. 

Bakugou's hands moved quickly, but with brutal delicacy, the smell of pine tickling Kirishima's nose every time his or Bakugou's hands moved one of the pine branches. 

Bakugou rolled his eyes, showing his fangs, (an expression that somehow Kirishima found so attractive), his eyes fixed on the box of red spheres in his hand. “Tch! My mom would disown me if I dared to even think of breaking her Christmas decorations. It's only natural I'm so meticulous… unlike certain people.”

Kirishima fought the urge to laugh at that snarked remark and he nodded. “Hmm~ makes sense, makes sense,” he answered nonchalantly as he looked at the timer and his eyes widened. 

“What's wrong?” Bakugou asked when Kirishima gasped, nearly absorbing the tree and Bakugou. 

There were two minutes left! Kirishima looked down at the box of golden spheres in his hand and then at the other two boxes beside him. His heart started to beat fast against his ribs and he refused, by all means, to look over at Bakugou. 

“What is wrong?” Bakugou asked again, this time more exasperated and it was then that Kirishima decided to look at him and he regretted it so much.

Bakugou only had half a box left. He was going to win! 

“I… I- I didn't set the timer!” 

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “You did? You literally did it in front of my eyes and-,” Bakugou suddenly stopped talking and Kirishima licked his lips nervously. A bead of sweat rolled down his spine when he saw Bakugou's shit-eating-grin.

Bakugou looked at his almost empty box and then at the two and a half boxes still waiting for Kirishima and Kirishima tried, foolishly, to hide them with his body, but Bakugou just laughed mockingly. 

“Does it mean I'm gonna win? I hope you enjoy washing those dishes– oh look, it's my last sphere. Tonight's dinner is gonna be extremely messy a-ahahand-! Agh! Whahat ahahare you dohohoing?!” 

There was no way Kirishima was going to let Bakugou win. So, quickly putting the box of spheres aside, and before Bakugou could place the last sphere, Kirishima's cold hands snaked under Bakugou's sweater and began tickling his sides.

Bakugou's warm skin was covered in gooseflesh as he jumped, surprised by the touch and the maddening sensation of the tickling assaulting his nerve endings. Kirishima chuckled, hoping that the sudden attack would make Bakugou drop the sphere, but instead, the box was the one that fell from his hands. 

“Sh-Shihihitty hahahair! F-Fuhuhucking stohohop!” Bakugou said through gritted teeth, trying his best to stop himself from giggling, but Kirishima knew his body so well. 

With a swift move, Kirishima's hands moved from his sides towards Bakugou's ribs and the blonde threw his head back with loud cackles, his knees giving up on him as he fell to the floor, squirming and squealing. 

Kirishima followed him, chuckling under his breath as he noticed the growing blush across Bakugou's cheeks. Kirishima hadn't noticed, but the day had definitely moved on while they were busy decorating the house. The sun was almost setting and the room was filled with darkness except for the bright light coming from the tree. 

The Christmas lights flickered and twinkled, reflecting on Bakugou's face and Kirishima was awestruck for a moment.

What a beautiful sight, he thought, looking down at his laughing boyfriend. Bakugou was, of course, laughing. His nose scrunched up and his mouth wide into a bright toothy smile. His cheeks were adorably pink and Kirishima's name kept escaping from between his lips wrapped around choked giggles and sweet laughter. 

The soft warm light made his skin glow beautifully, truly a Christmas miracle. 

He wasn't sure he could stop anytime soon. His fingertips, already warm thanks to Bakugou's heat, dug all over Bakugou's ribcage, causing him to arch his spine and throw his head back to let that sweet laughter flow freely. 

“LEHEHET GOHOHO!” Bakugou tried to hit Kirishima’s arm, but he was too weak and could barely move his arms away from his ribcage. 

“I might stop if you let me win, hehe.” 

Bakugou shook his head stubbornly, giving up on forming words through his laughter, especially when Kirishima's evil fingers found his highest ribs, so close to his armpits. 

Oh he looked so adorable laughing like this. Kirishima wasn't even interested in winning that stupid competition anymore. He was enjoying watching his boyfriend laughing his head off right now, he didn't really care about washing the dishes for a whole week. 

“PLEHEHASE! Lehehet me breheheath!” Bakugou begged and Kirishima did stop, letting out a soft ‘oops’. Bakugou went limp against the floor and he gasped, trying to catch his breath. 

Kirishima giggled, gently wiping a tear away from Bakugou's cheek. “Fine, fine. You won. I guess I'll be in charge of the dishes.”

Bakugou sighed, trying to glare at Kirishima, but he was still giggling softly and twitching. Kirishima was also smiling brightly at him, but then his eyes caught something interesting. He grabbed Bakugou's wrist and the latter started to giggle, begging for Kirishima to not do it, but Kirishima was not interested in tickling him, but in something else… 

“You really are careful with the spheres, huh?” Bakugou blinked and they both looked at that red sphere carefully secured on his hand.

They looked at each other and broke into a fit of laughter before Kirishima got up and helped Bakugou on his feet. 

“It's getting a little cold, I'll get us some hot cocoa to continue, alright?” 

Bakugou nodded, placing his last ornament with a grin on his face as Kirishima walked to the kitching, smiling to himself as well.

[wolvwa]

"BAKU-CHAN!"〃

Katsuki x fem!reader

Part 1/?

A bit ooc? Some angst but mostly fluff,, I think most of us need it right now

Notes; not proof read, perchance a bit self indulgent...

"Who are you?"

Those were words Katsuki Bakugou thought he would never hear. Nonetheless, from a girl hogging up the swings!

"I-I told you yesterday! Do you have short-term memory or something!?"

"That's a long name..."

"You idiot! My name is Katsuki Bakugou, and you better remember it this time! When I'm number one, you'll have no choice!" The boy whose name you had forgotten spoke with such pride and confidence it made you feel a little small. How can someone so little have such big goals?

You wanted to be a hero, too. You were always told your quirk wasn't suited for it, though. But still, you had some hope, and you'd settle for being in the top 100s! Anything at all, really. But this boy was yammering on about being at the total top.

"Kaachan!" A smaller voice interrupted your train of thought and the blonde before you groaned. "Ignore him, he's not gonna be anything!" He said confidently which made the other boy falter slightly.

"Why?" You blinked.

"Hah? Are you new here or something?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"He's quirkless, that's why!" The boy huffed, taking another step towards the sandbox. "Now, move over, idiot!"

You narrow your eyes in thought, trying to recall what just happened. You weren't all that interested until he brought up heroes.

"It's okay. I'm not scared of cooties anymore cause my mama said they aren't real. We can play together, Baku-chan."

Katsuki's eye twitched as he watched you scoot over in the sandbox and look up at him expectantly.

"W-What!?"

"Cooties aren't real–"

"No! What did you call me!?" He interrupted.

"Baku-chan."

"That's not my name! Kat-su-ki Ba-ku-gou!" He exclaimed, speaking slowly as if teaching a newborn how to said their first word. Except you just stared up at him with those big eyes.

"But he called you Kaachan." You deadpanned, pointing to the greenette behind him who flinched.

"But he's a loser and doesn't matter!"

"Sorry, Baku-chan."

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You got on Katsuki's last, first, and fifth nerve. Like Deku, you followed him around like a damn dog. Scratch that—a koala. Wherever he was, you were behind him and clinging onto his shirt.

It took you three weeks to remember his actual name.

While all the girls avoided the boys, him especially, it seemed like you were glued to him the second your eyes met.

Which is why he can't have you following that damn Deku around, too! You were his fan, after all!

"Baku-chan? Where are we going?"

"Somewhere Deku is too scared to go." Katsuki replied with a grumble, tightening his grip on your hand. Since Deku followed him around all the time, his loserness was rubbing off on you!

Translation; you and Deku were becoming friends.

Sitting on a log, Katsuki finally let go of your hand. You looked around for the first time before looking back down at him and taking a seat next to him. "Back up, would you?" Katsuki grumbled, scooting over.

Of course, you immediately scooted right back to his side. "Baku-chan," you spoke up. "How come you don't like Deku?"

The boy scoffed. "Isn't it obvious? He's a quirkless nobody!"

"Well, yeah. But you don't have to be mean about it."

"Huh? Why not!? Someone has to put him in place!"

"....someone needs to put you in your place..." you muttered, but Katsuki heard you. He felt his eye twitch.

"Haaaah!? You wanna die!? You're lucky I'm letting you be my sidekick! You know how many losers wanna be my sidekick!?" He exclaimed, sparks crackling explosions to life in his palms.

"No, I dont."

"Well, there's tons! And you're lucky, damnit!"

"Sure I am..."

( 〃 ．．) .... ヽ(`▽´)ﾉ

You were awkward. Like a wet paper bag.

That's what Katsuki says, anyway.

"Baku-chan, I don't get it still." You frown, staring down at the homework. Despite being held hostage by an villian, Katsuki was determined to say it meant nothing and Tutor you. Though, he was too distracted to teach properly—more distracted than you.

He was sure if your skull cracked open and he looked inside, there would be nothing but clouds and that sweet pudding junk you ate all the time.

By the time you had came onto the scene, Katsuki didn't know if he should be mad or relieved.

You tried dragging Deku away (which wasn't particularly hard considering you were only a bit taller than him.)

Still, the fact you ran in pissed him off. He wasn't sure why.

"Shut it, Koko."

"Koko?"

"I can't get rid of you." The boy deadpanned before groaning. "That's enough, not my fault you're dumb as a rock. Can't have my sidekick stupid, though... so come back tomorrow so you don't fail on me." Katsuki grumbled, avoiding eye contact with you. You frowned slightly before beginning to pack up your things.

"(Name)? You're leaving so early?"

Katsuki's mother, Mitsuki You met her when Katsuki hit you for calling him Baku-chan infront of the middle schoolers. She hit him way harder.

Katsuki was convinced she loved you more than him.

"Oh, yeah." You nodded. "Baku-chan," you turned to Katsuki as you stood up.

"I'm walking with Deku tomorrow."

While Mitsuki smiled at the mention of the boy and began to ramble a bit, Katsuki froze. You smiled, waving them goodbye and walked home.

The next day, Katsuki avoided you.

And the day after that, and the day after that.

Soon enough, you found yourself alone with Deku.

You weren't mean to him, but it was clear you thought he was completely delusional for wanting to be a hero.

When your mom had found out Deku lived nearby, she practically demanded that you walk with him to school. She can't have her baby traveling so far to walk with a delinquent every day when there's a sweet normal boy in the next complex!

And so she unknowingly crushed your friendship with Katsuki.

"Baku-chan."

"Baku-chan?"

"Baku-chan!"

"Baku-chaaaannn!!!"

Katsuki hasn't felt his eye twitch so much.

Every damn day of summer, you knocked on his door.

You found yourself alone more than ever.

Deku suddenly had a busy schedule, and most of your friends just teased you the whole time you hung out.

Katsuki was bitter. It's always Deku. Deku, who has everything he doesn't despite being a nobody. Katsuki couldn't understand it.

Soon enough, summer went by, and you and Katsuki were still not on talking terms. Anytime he came home to you talking with Mitsuki in the living room (she heard you shouting for him and let you in), he would walk to his room without a second glance.

"(Name)? You've been frowning a lot recently." Deku spoke up with a worried frown of his own. "Are you worried about the exams?"

"No. I'm okay, Izuku. I don't care that much about that stuff–"

Deku shut down, sputtering as he stared at you with his mouth agape. You called him Izuku.

"A-Are you sure you're okay!?"

"I just said I was. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay!" He nodded quickly.

"Baku-chan is mad at me. And im not sure why." You mumbled after some silence, staring at the waters of the beach. It's been much cleaner lately. Deku snapped out of his shock, frowning again as you spoke.

"Well... it started when you started talking to me again. A-And we became friends...–"

"Huh. I thought we were always friends?" You deadpanned, looking over to him. He frantically waved his hands around, trying to explain himself, but you subconsciously tuned him out. He paused, sweating nearvously. The way you were looking at him made it seem like you were mad at him, but in reality you were in the clouds again, trying to clear them up as the cogs started turning.

.

.

.

"I dont get it."

And that was all you said for the rest of the night.

You never called him Izuku after that.

(｡ ˊᯅˋ ) ... (҂` - ´)

You ended up the general studies. Not surprising, but at least you were smart enough to get in.

You had a heart attack every time Deku texted you about a villain attack. Naturally, the two of you grew close. That only fueled Katsuki's hatred for the freckled boy.

Katsuki couldn't stand it at first—being able to walk into school. Without you. It felt weird. He'd look behind his back to look for that little tug of yours, but there was nothing there. He thought about replying to your texts, your bugging, your loud ass yelling. He'd probably just yell and slam the door anyway.

It felt like it had been forever since he'd seen you.

So, during a break in the sports festival, seeing you assaulting a vending machine wasn't exactly what he was expecting. Mumbling curses as you grabbed the machine by its sides, shutting your eyes and shaking it roughly. You were trying to get that sweet ass pudding junk.

Before he thought about it, he approached and shoved you to the side. You blinked, looking over to him as he set off a few explosions and grabbed the small cup of pudding. There was a long silence as he shoved the cup in front of your chest.

.

.

.

"...who are you?"

You cheeky bastard.

Katsuki felt that familiar irritation bubble up. He knew you were just messing with him... atleast he hoped so.

"Take your sugary shit. Maybe if you cut down on this junk, you could have made it into the hero course. I knew you were below me, but this is just sad." He scoffed.

You didn't argue, taking the cup with a smile. "Okay."

"Okay? Is that how you thank people?"

"No. Just you—you ignored me so I'm not thankful." ((.❛ ᴗ ❛.))

Katsuki's eye twitched again as he clenched his fist. "Well im not ignoring you now, am I!?"

"Well... not now."

[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. five good father’s days.

about. your daughter gives katsuki an early, late night father’s day gift. im a sap for him ok !!

warnings. none. sfw. slight angst, hurt comfort and a fluffy ending, dangerous missions, you have a daughter, dad!bakugou & fem!reader.

this father’s day is different.

instead of wrapping up a saturday patrol early in order to spend the rest of the weekend with his daughter, and with you, bakugou finds himself stuck at the hero commission’s main office surrounded by the very heroes he grew up and studied with.

he knows that he should be paying attention, every second and every detail of this upcoming mission counts. if one thing goes wrong, it could cost someone’s life. but bakugou can’t find it in himself to pay attention to the files splayed out before him, nor the presentation the strategy team run through. his mind is elsewhere, stuck on you and his daughter playing with building blocks and tiaras and stickers back home.

the memory of how your face dropped when he returned home the weekend before replays in his mind throughout the meeting. how you knew, from the moment katsuki stepped through the door, that something was wrong. he had to hold you, kiss your head over and over while you solemnly swayed in the middle of your kitchen. he was to go on a dangerous mission to finally take down a group terrorising all corners of japan and he had to go on father’s day.

how were you supposed to explain to your daughter, your happy and brash and playful little girl that daddy wasn’t going to be there on his special day. that he might not even come back. bakugou’s daughter was five now — every bit of her reflected you just as much as it reflected him. she was perfect in every sense and the explosive pro-hero thought himself proud to be her father.

bakugou was lucky. he’d had five good father’s days with his beautiful little girl, and with you his equally amazing spouse. but if he messed up, on this mission it would practically be suicide and he wouldn’t have any more of those days with her or with you.

“did you get that, kacchan?”

the far away look in katsuki’s eyes dissipates as he makes a noncommittal grunt from his chest and looks up to meet deku’s eyes. there is no stir of discomfort or annoyance with bakugou when he looks to his childhood friend — not anymore. they’d long since over come their rivalry, the blonde happily taking the number two spot once he’d started his life and family. they were friends now, equals. but today, a part of bakugou wishes that he could find it in himself to hate deku just a little bit. maybe that would make this father’s day easier.

“yeah i got it. don’t fuck up. take the leader hostage.”

“kacchan please, this is serious.”

all eyes are on bakugou now. he knows that, he fucking knows how serious this is. his life, his daughter’s happiness and future is on the line. he wants to lash out, bare his fangs in place of his hurt like he used to — but he can’t, you and your daughter had taught katsuki to be kinder and better.

it’s because of izuku that the blonde is even spearheading this mission. he’s got a newborn, barely a few months old — if it had been any other time the number one would have handled the mission all by himself. but this is a first for izuku, he’s never had such a precious day to remind him of how well he’s done, remind him of the life he created. bakugou knows that feeling all too well, he won’t take it away from deku.

after all, he’s had five good father’s days.

bakugou gets home after midnight on sunday morning. there’s still toys scattered on the floor and a blanket fort constructed over a portion of the couch which tells him about all of the fun you’ve had with his daughter to distract her. his lips quirk up into the wisps of a fond smile.

he plops his duffel bag down next to case with his hero suit and mission equipment inside — you’d thoughtfully placed it by the front door. he toes off his shoes to delve deeper into the house, rummages through the fridge for left overs. bakugou finds a plate with his name on it and a bento box labelled good luck. no doubt a packed lunch you’d made with your daughter for him to eat on his mission a few hours later.

god he fucking loves you both so much.

after heating up his food, bakugou seats himself on the couch to eat. he knows he should probably crawl into bed beside you, spend his last few hours with you but he just wants to sit. take in the memories you’ve made within these four walls, the beautiful daughter you’ve raised too and admire your life together.

in the silence of the night, katsuki finds peace in everything he’s done for your daughter and for you so far. he eats the meal made with love, in a room that has surely been filled with the same emotion and levels of laughter. the home you have together is bright, wonderful.

even through the quiet, the tiny steps down the stairs do not go unnoticed by bakugou’s trained ear. “hey bug,” he hums, turning around and discarding his plate onto the coffee table. “what’re you doin’ up?”

“you came home late, wanted to wait up f’ya.” your daughter chips and pads her way over to the couch, shuffling up it and into bakugou’s side.

for a moment, their heartbeats sync and he’s transported back to the moment she was born. the first time he held his little angel in his arms and heard her cry.

“s’past your bedtime baby,” the older blonde punches your daughter’s cheek but doesn’t make a move to send her back to her room. “what could possibly be more important than gettin’ yer beauty sleep, hah?”

she’s quiet for a moment, fumbling around in her pyjama pocket for something. “your card, mama ‘n i made it today, see!” sleepily, she hands bakugou a crumpled piece of paper held together by strings of glue and glitter (in the colours of his hero costume) — grinning while she does. “happy uh…happy papa’s day! i love you so much!”

katsuki is quiet for a moment, cherishing the seconds he has with his baby girl, the piece of paper with her illegible chicken scratch writing scrawled across the front and inside where it folds — in such a way that he wonders if he wrote it out himself. he thumbs the glitter even though he knows it’ll stick to every inch of his skin, before pulling your daughter into his lap and kissing the crown of her head.

“i love you most bug, don’t you forget that. kay?” bakugou whispers in a weak attempt to keep his voice stable and squeezes her again. “promise me.”

“i promise dad, as long as you promise to come back to ma and me.” she says, innocent and child-like. “pinky promise.”

bakugou never thought that he would be this lucky, to have raised a kid so smart and loving. he swears on his life and every star up above that he’ll come back to you both. if not in this life time, then the next.

then, bakugou offers up his smallest finger and his daughter links them. “pinky promise, love bug.”

“what are you two doing up this late?” you pierce the moment with a scolding but affectionate tone, wrapping your robe around yourself as you approach the two blonde’s from behind.

“daddy was jus’ waitin’ for you to come downstairs ‘n make us special papa’s day cocoa!” your daughter giggles, showing off all the gaps in her teeth.

you raise a brow at your husband, watching as he mouths the words ‘liar’ at your kid. “was he now?”

“please sweetness? we’ll be in bed by one latest.”

in the end, you relent. you both want your daughter to have something happy to hold onto while bakugou is gone — and who knows how long that’ll be. the three of you drink hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles until your bellies are full and your little girl is curled between you under the blanket fort on the couch. you wake up giving your husband one last squeeze and desperate kiss, holding your daughter between you as you will yourself not to cry when he has to leave at six am on Father’s Day.

the mission is long, gruelling and contact time with him is far and few but katsuki bakugou isn’t one to break promises, especially to his pride and joy, his daughter because exactly a year later he returns — a little older, a little more rugged with silvering hair and the stubble you always wished he’d grow.

your daughter, now six, runs down your front porch as soon as she sees him — throwing herself into bakugou’s arms and squealing while he peppers her face in kisses. you join them just in time for the blonde to spare you some sugar too, whispering a warm.

“happy father’s day, katsuki.”

and god, he’s never felt more lucky. to be alive, to have you and his daughter, and to have six good father’s days.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[mango-bango-bby]

Hey mango! could I request platonic dad’s kirishima and bakugo with their newborn baby? Like they hold them for first time and spoiling them rotten. 💕

♡ First Meeting ♡

(A/N: Ok, ok, ok, I know I’ve been writing for a lot of platonic KiriBaku right now but like 99% if my requests right now are KiriBaku so I hope you all like it 😭😭)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, Kiribaku, parents kiribaku, baby/child!reader, fluff 🥺💕

Summary: You are adopted by Kirishima and Bakugou, they meet you for the first time (Platonic!Yan!Bakugou x GN!baby!reader x Platonic!Yan!Kirishima)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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The only sounds in the sterile hospital waiting room was the ticking of a clock. Neither Eijiro nor Katsuki could focus on anything. They had agreed to adopt you from your birth mother once you were born, they already saw you as their child even if you weren’t born yet and you weren’t biologically theirs.

They were just worried, so many complains can happen during birth. Not only that but there was the small worry that your birth mother could suddenly change her mind and not give you away.

“Kirishima-Bakugou’s?” A nurse calls calmly, neither of them had slept in hours but they both sprung their heads up at the nurse.

“The paperwork is all signed, your baby was born healthy” She smiles, both of the men jumping up out of their seats. “What room are they in?” Katsuki asks.

“We’re going to need to keep them here for a few hours just to make sure they’re adjusting okay, we’ll come in every hour and check up on them. Then if a few hours you can take them home. They’re down the hall in room 136” She says, watch both of them hurry off as Eijiro thanks her.

Katsuki is the first one to open the door, you’re in a small bassinet that seems to be convertible. Both of your fathers look over you for a minute.

You’re so tiny, wrapped in a fluffy blanket with a star pattern, with a small hat on your head to keep you warm. “They’re so cute” Eijiro says turning to his husband who turns away with teary eyes.

“Aw, are you crying” Eijiro asks earnestly, Katsuki turning around his eyes slightly red but not watery anymore. “No, I’m good” he says.

You wiggle a bit in your blanket, whining a bit as if you were about to start crying. “I think they could feel that you were emotional” Eijiro jokes, Katsuki picking you up for the first time.

He holds you in his arms looking at your face. You squeeze your eyes together before blinking them open. You look at him then over at Eijiro just looking at them for a bit before closing your eyes, comfortable in Katsuki’s arms.

You were their baby. They knew they were going to protect you no matter what. They can’t wait to bring you home. They can’t wait for you to see the nursery they set up for you. They can’t wait until you’re old enough to play with your toys. They can’t wait for your first steps. They can’t wait for your first steps.

They love you so much already. They’ll love you no matter what, they’ll protect you no matter what.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[searenbound]

Can I request an heifer reader that has two newborn sons? (It can be fluff if you want!)

She was moved from her old farm because hers was abusive and with that she grew more aggressive, if anyone or any of the cows/bulls she will nip them hard or kicks them and with that bakugo starts to have a liking to them and is willing to wait for her to warm up to him and will father her two calf’s?

(If not you can ignore this plus I love your stories!!)

Only because I miss Bakubull, but fun fact! Only young cows who haven’t had a calf yet are called heifers. Just fluff for now but if anyone wants to give me a reason to make a smutty little sequel I wouldn’t be opposed

Warnings: swearing, mentions of past abuse, hybrid au, hybrids being kept as live stock, fem reader with she/her pronouns, written with plus size reader in mind, single mom! reader technically a cliffhanger ending

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

“My boys aren’t going anywhere with you!” she had snorted and snuffed at some pushy bull her first day there. Nipping and snapping when he tried to push her anyways in some sort of asinine attempt to show her he was no threat, because obviously a frightened young mother with her background is gone accept some assholes ‘help’ with her calves when he’s stupidly grabbing for them with insistence that he could help.

Like something like that doesn’t potentially lead to something awful happening to those calves. Like she hasn’t been through traumatic shit at her last farm that made her apprehensive to trust anyone but herself and her newborns.

Not the other cows who cooed at the sight of the new babes and offered help with the feedings, and certainly not any bull who’s motivates where unclear and very well could be an attempt to gain a new cow to breed instead of genuine care.

Bakugou found himself watching in silent wonder and slight disgust as they all crowded it her like they weren’t told how they needed to be careful and patient with her. It was beyond him how he, a bull who was the picture perfect example of his title, had internalized this when the ‘non-problem’ cattle hadn’t.

He would have stopped it himself by intervening, but before he could even stand to move, she was kicking up dirt as a warning before charging the larger bull for not taking her seriously. Her horns just nubs in comparison to his and her stature much smaller, but she held her own and proved appoint.

And maybe that’s what sparked his interest? Maybe it was the gentle way she regarded her boys? The little hint of joy in her eyes which she goes a particularly enjoyable treat that hinted at what she was like before the trauma?

Or maybe it was the fact she was a touch like himself not too long ago, scared and confused and covering it up with aggression to create a sense of superiority and strength so no one touched her or those calves.

Whatever it was it had him in a vicious little vice grip.

“You know, those idiots are wrong for how they’ve gouged about it, but they have a point”.

“And how the hell do you know that huh? How do I even know if you’re any different?”

He shrugged at that, watching her boys playing with the ring toys their handlers gave them, she didn’t have any reaction to trust him like she said but he was determined to prove her wrong.

“It’s been what? Four? Five months? None of us have done anything wrong yet”.

“Doesn’t mean you won’t, last place was good until it wasn’t too”.

“Well you didn’t have me there did you? I’ll killed anyone before they lay a finger on those calves or you”.

She snorted at that. He’s hung around them and kept other’s from bothering her and the boys, an attempt to win her over to breed her then throw her aside to be picked on by the other buzzards that called themselves cattle. He was self serving like any other bull, she was sure.

“Stop thinking I’m like the rest, you have that written all over your face princess” he huffed cutting her off before a word passed her parted lips. “Don’t fuckin’ care how long it takes, I’ll prove I’m better than them. Promise I’ll take care of those boys if you let me, take good care of you too”.

And maybe it was that soft little gleam, more of a glimmering spark, in his carmine eyes, but she wanted him to. It didn’t seem so bad an idea to let him father her boys, maybe even give her some of his own if he were so lucky. A thought that flustered her greatly when it ran through her head.

[seonne]

Hey! I'm glad you're doing song fics! I've had an idea in my head but can't put it in words. I'd be happy for you to give it a go 🙃

So the song is Lullaby for A Soldier (Arms of the Angels), sung by Maggie Siff.

Reader is Bakugos wife and is woken up by their newborn son. Bakugo wakes up shortly after and finds her singing to him ♡ feel free to include BigSis Erica ^.^

Thank youuu

REEEEEEEEEEEEE ERICA MENTIONED!!!!

Thank you loads for the request, I hope you don't mind me making some modifications to your request. I heard the song for the first time after your request and I just HAD to include certain stuff (BY THE WAY WHAT AN AMAZING SONG?????) I hope you like it and let me know if you do or not. I hope to see more requests from you in the future! (BECAUSE MY GOD ANON THE SONG!! THE SONG!!!!)

And without further ado, let's begin the Song Fics series!

Song Fics Pt.1

Song of choice: Lullaby For A Soldier

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Disclaimers: Kids. A whole lot of fluff, and very cutu Dad!Bakugou, not proofread because it's 1 AM.

(Mention of gender of reader is minimum)

"May your dreams bring you peace in the darkness May you always rise over the rain May the light from above always lead you to love May you stay in the arms of the angels"

The words of a familiar song drifted into his inner mind as Bakugou slowly slipped into consciousness. The familiar song, familiar voice, familiar lilt of it all working their way through the walls of his conscience, begging him to wake up. The one thing unfamiliar was the lack of strength in the voice, sounding as if the person knows they should give up but their heart says no. Their mind says "just wait" and their love says "hold on". The ache it brought him flooded his chest before pulsing into a singularity in his heart, or where it should have been, as his eyes fluttered open, wincing against the fluorescent lights.

As the song faded away, he turned his face slightly towards its source, letting his eyes roam over your wide-eyed disheveled form. The war. All For One. Shigaraki. His death. His revival. One For All. The end of the war. His collapsing. All of it etched into the dark circles, eye bags on your face and the hollowness of your cheeks.

They say eyes are the mirrors of one's soul.

And yours looked absolutely crushed.

Bakugou weakly brought up a bandaged hand to wipe the streaming tears down your face.

"Your dark circles make you look dumb as hell."

You laughed through the tears as you grabbed onto his hand.

"Yeah. I probably look dumb as hell."

"May you always be brave in the shadows 'Til the sun shines upon you again Hear this prayer in my heart, and we'll ne'er be apart May you stay in the arms of the angels"

You wake up in the middle of the night around the time you'd usually wake up to check on your 6 month old daughter. You turn to check on your husband, only to find his side of the bed empty but warm.

You get up from the bed and shuffle slowly towards your daughter's nursery, where the lights are on and the door slightly ajar. A familiar tune flows through the air and into your ears as you walk closer, standing against the wall to peek inside. You watch with a soft smile as your so rough, so loud husband gently rocks your daughter back and forth as she lays on his chest, drool soaking his shirt.

He paces around the room slowly, while singing to her the song that you sang to him that one day in UA, that one day in the hospital, that one day on your star gazing date, the day he proposed, the night you got married, and the days that followed your pregnancy.

It was your song. The song that belonged to the both of you.

Now belonging to your family.

"May you hear every song in the forest And if ever you lose your own way Hear my voice like a breeze, whisper soft through the trees May you stay in the arms of the angels"

Your newborn, Akio, was less fussy of a baby than his big sister Erica was. He slept long hours and mostly slept through the night.

However, he woke up quite early in the morning.

One such morning, you're awoken by your beautiful 4 year old daughter Erica at 5:30 AM.

"Mummy! Akio's awake and he's whining!"

"Shhh darling!"

Your grumpy husband who's extra grumpy in the mornings, especially early mornings, grunted beside you in his sleep as a frown formed on his face before it slipped back into its pretty peaceful rest.

Your daughter slapped her hand on her mouth and giggled softly, putting her own finger up to her lips before grabbing your hand and ushering you out the door of your bedroom and to your newborn's nursery.

As you walked in, you saw Akio crying in his crib and you walked over to pick him up and rock him back and forth, your toddler watching you handle him. You checked his diaper, tried feeding him, tried burping him, but he just wouldn't stop crying.

"Hm, he seems very restless but nothing seems to be wrong..."

Your 4 year old quipped, her hair a tangly mess from sleeping but her fiery red eyes sharp as ever.

"Maybe he can't sleep! Let's put him to sleep!"

"Oh good idea! How do we put him to sleep though, Erica?"

"Let's sing to him! The- the lullaby song! The one you and papa always sing!"

You laughed as you nodded and placed Akio on your chest, carefully supporting his neck as you paced back and forth. Your daughter started singing and you soon joined her, both your voices mingling together in a peaceful harmony as your son started growing quieter. You swayed along to the tune with him in your arms when you heard a soft huff at the door.

Your husband, hair tousled and face puffy from sleep, stepped into the nursery, watching you and your daughter sing with a dopey smile on his face. He walked up to you and kissed your son on the forehead, giving you a kiss, before moving to Erica and placing her on his lap, kissing her forehead as well. He soon joined in on the singing, voice gruffy and hoarse but perfect nonetheless.

The room enveloped in the perfect warmth as the tune of the lullaby floated and glided along the walls, along the crib, along the penhouse, along the baby toys and flowed through each of you as your son quieted down and slipped into a deep slumber, warm smile on his tiny lips.

"May you grow up to stand as a man, love With the pride of your family and name When you lay your head, or to rest in your bed May you stay in the arms of the angels"

As slow as time felt in agony, twice as fast did it feel in contentment. Bakugou had become the number one hero, on and off the number one spot with Izuku for years, Erica had grown up and gotten into UA, you had gotten into the top 8 heroes in Japan, Erica had graduated UA and was ready to move abroad for her first few years as a pro hero and now Akio was going to join UA and move into the dorms.

Everything had gone by so fast yet so slow. Bakugou certainly lived every moment but they definitely passed by quite fast. Too fast. And now his babies were moving away from him. Letting go of Erica even though only to the UA dorms had been hard enough for him. Now Erica was moving out of Japan and Akio was not going to be home either.

He should be happy that his kids are doing well, that both him and you did your roles well enough for your kids to experience all this. Besides, now both him and you can live without constant worry over your kids whilst they're at home.

Yet something nags at his heart strings and he hates it.

What is it? Nostalgia? Pshh that's so stupid.

It's so stupid. Maybe he's stupid.

It's the night before Erica and Akio leave. The whole week was spent packing their things for them to move out. They wiped their rooms fairly empty, save for the bookshelf that Bakugou built for them after they inherited your reading and book obsession traits. Yet, even the bookshelf seemed empty.

The only books that remained on said shelf were ones that they had since they were able to read and ones they had read multiple times over, so much that Erica at 8 years old would follow him around the house reciting a whole book from index to epilogue. Bakugou chuckled at the memory as he walked past the bookshelf, past the books he'd read them many times as bedtime stories, past the book nooks that the four of you made as a family bonding activity when Akio was 7 and past Erica's first pre-school art project.

Bakugou walks into the hall where you, Erica and Akio are sat, talking and laughing, trying to not think of the fact that your family as a unit was about to take a huge leap into the future the very next day.

Bakugou sits at his unverbalised designated spot and picks up his guitar from the side. Erica and Akio share glances at the unexpected melancholy oozing from their father while you watched him with a soft smile and adored the silvering strands framing his face.

Bakugou struck chord after chord leisurely, softly, determinedly as he refused to look up from the fretboard. His lips slowly formed words as his voice echoed through the emptier halls, emptier rooms and heavier hearts. Your voice followed, much like the nights spent in your kids' rooms when they couldn't sleep at night. Erica joined, much like the nights Akio had panic attacks and didn't want to be alone. Akio chimed in, much like the nights spent on these very sofas with board games and snacks, tv running in the background.

Laughter, yelling, tears, pain, joy, anxiety, panic, relief, fun, pranks, jokes, debates, discussions, confessions... everything that made these four walls feel like home packed into the harmony of the four voices.

The voices trailed off at the end of the song, a new smile etched into the windows and doors. The end of another chapter and the beginning of a new one.

Whenever your babies want a piece of comfort and familiarity, Bakugou and you leave your arms open for them to run into. That's what parents are for, aren't they?

Wowie that was a long and draining one and it's really late at night. Hope you guys enjoyed this and let me know what you thought of it. I mentioned in another post earlier that I am unable to really listen to music right now but after my doctor's appointment on Monday I should be fine so, if you have any more requests please do send them but I ask of you to be patient with me T-T.

Anyway, that's all for today and I need to fucking sleep.

Lots of love! 💚

[dwoctors]

a quirk i find so terrifying in MHA is Compress. I don’t think we talk enough about how scary those marbles are. Mr. Compress can marble people, ice, debris, flames, CHUNKS of people and possibly more.

what gets me is how little info we have on how the marbles work, are people aware they’ve been marbled? are they conscious inside the marbles or do they just shut off? from what it seems people AREN’T aware of being marbled until they’re released. Which is scary cuz he is a sneaky mf, you could just be walking down the street and he would marble you and you wouldn’t know what happened until he released you.

similarly he can marble PARTS of people (overhaul’s arm) and his marbles are almost fully silent (he was able to silently marble both Bakugou and Tokoyami in the training camp). Could he just marble a chunk out of you out of nowhere? Just be going through your day and BOOM no more arm???

is there a limit to how many marbles he can make? of how long he can keep something marbled? could he marble someone today and release them 3 years later?? even worse, does time pass inside the marbles?? or is it completely static inside them? if he marbled a newborn and released it 2 years later would they have aged??

If there isn’t a limit to how much he can marble and how long he can keep them, he could just marble someone and keep them there forever and that person probably wouldn’t even be aware of what happened and no remains would ever be found so while the person is TECHNICALLY alive they would still be marked as dead/missing.

think the MHA universe should be glad Mr. Compress is as goofy and extravagant cuz i feel if he was as ruthless as either Tomura or Dabi we would be having way more issues 😭

[x-kiwi-03]

I'm curious, did Kai prove that quirks are a generational disease?

Eri has the ability to turn back time on a piece of physical matter, she could take the scratch on someone's knee and rewind it to a time before it happend. But didn't Kai say somewhere that she could even turn back evolution, that she could turn a human back into a monkey?

Then I was sitting here thinking, if Kai used Eri's quirk to rewind the evolution of quirk DNA, then how come his first batch was only temporary? Then I came to the conclusion that perhaps he simply rewinded the quirk activation part of the brain to before it knew how to activate a quirk. Which would prove the theory that as people grow inside the womb, the quirk factor also develops, so when your born, you're born with the quirk you have. For example, Bakugou didn't "develop" his bomb quirk during kindergarten, his brain simply didn't know how to activate it until around the age of five, he always had the quirk, his brain simply wouldn't allow him to use it.

(Extra thoughts // The first known quirk was a glowing baby. That baby's quirk activation was working as a newborn. Maybe that happened to all newborns with quirks in the beginning, maybe those with more dangerous quirks died as soon as they were born because of it. That would be enough to spark an evolutionary change in DNA.)

That explains the temporary serum. Now for that permanent one, that would have to be the rewind of quirk evolution if it's true that you are born with quirks DNA. But how would that prove that quirks are a generational disease? Given that Kai was still believing in the quirk disease theory after he produced the permanent serum is one clue. Surely he would've found out whether or not quirks are a disease after working with the evolution of quirks, seeing for himself the steps quirk DNA took before it became what it is now.

Maybe that's why Afo seems so cautious around him. Afo knows that Kai knows what quirks really are and how to destroy them... it is way too late for these type of thoughts...

[thealiveshadow]

Looking at all of the takes this chapter, and I thought about this Tokyo Ghoul quote that Eto Yoshimura wrote in her book “Dear Kafka”

"That time, so that no one (not even Father) would notice, I secretly rewrote the summary.

What cannot change can only be broken. 

This is so to me, who left behind everything necessary inside the womb."

(There’s also this translation, which I think fits better into what AFO’s character, even if there are only a few words that were changed: “Then I, hidden from everyone (particularly father), stealthily rewrote the outline. Things that cannot be changed, can only be broken. From the view of I, who left all needed things in the womb.”)

And how this quote in a way truly summarizes, especially the last line, the way All for One thinks of himself and a way we, the audience, can view the way he thinks of himself. For example, the first line can be used in reference to how he changed the summary of the comic books him and Yoichi read together, in order to better fit his own wishes and desires. He doesn't accept the fact that Hero had defeated the Villain in the end, and decides to simply stop reading when the villain had won and become the Demon King, hereby rewriting the summary of the book to fit his own needs and desires. (So in that context, it should be "(not even Brother) would notice", but we'll let it slide this time for the sake of coherence) He then tries to LARP that twisted idea and that's how you end up with the current AFO, a man who thinks of himself to be the Demon King of comic books, and does what ever he possibly can to bring that reality of the summary of the comic books he rewrote.

I think the second line of the quote also is an indication of the way AFO thinks. To the core he doesn't believe that people cannot change, evidenced by the way he reacts when Lady Nagant is now fighting on the side of the heroes and when he starts losing to what he defines as a ''bunch of extras". He does not anticipate people to step outside of the lines that he drew around them and when they do go outside of those ideas and change (you know how people do) he throws tantrums and and refuses to acknowledge the fact that each person has their own autonomy and character, far beyond any neat little box he has put them into. And what he cannot change he wants to break. He wanted to break Yoichi by forcefully bestowing a quirk onto him, he wanted to break Tomura by grooming and manipulating him for the majority of his life into believing that he was simply born evil, and he wants to break all of the "extras" such as Stain, Jiro, Hawks, and Bakugou who go against the stereotypes he has placed them into, because to him these people can not change their so called "true nature", and therefore can only be broken.

Lastly, the third line, which I have been waiting impatiently to get to. I think this last line, truly shows the way AFO thinks of himself. In the chapter, All For One is shown to have cannibalized his mother as soon as he was born, and has been described as someone who simply took from others, without any regard, because he thought that anyone who could not give him *something* was useless. One could say that this is an indication of how All For One was evil from his birth, and therefore has no redeeming qualities. BUT this is My Hero Academia, good sir, where everyone is human. While framed in a horror like and grim way, it important to look past that and see the AFO/Yoichi backstory through the lens of BNHA's themes, which are all about humanizing villains and are against dehumanization in general. Imagine being newborn with a dead mother with no source of nutrition, and you have to eat her. You grow up with no one to protect your child self, no name, no sense of identity, no social security net, no one to help you differentiate between right and wrong, you are constantly being hunted for simply existing, and you are responsible for someone who is far weaker than you and have to find ways to protect yourself and him as well. So, of course you are going to grow up twisted, with disturbing ideals and cruel habits. But AFO and a lot of the MHA fandom doesn't see those factors, or refuse to acknowledge them. That's why I think this third line really displays AFO's mindset how he thinks he was evil from the womb. All things necessary to interact and engage with the world in a healthy way, such as the ability to show affection, to be caring, to be understanding, to have the methods of socialization, and have a acceptance of the autonomy of other individuals, and to be able to face and understand you own feelings in general, are abilities that have to be learned, they don't simply come to you in dream at night. But All for One does not think that, rather he refuses to humanize himself, and continues to play the role of the Demon King in the story he is trying to write, forever convinced that he was born like that from his mother's womb.

In summary, I think this quote from Eto Yoshimura really provides insight into the character AFO is and what he thinks of himself. He rewrote the summary of the comic books him and Yoichi read together, he doesn't believe that people can be changed, only be broken into what he wants them to be, and that he truly believes he has been evil from the very beginning, and any kind of "humanlike" trait he could have, was all left behind in his mother's womb.

[happyk44]

There's a lady with a Quirk who can blend two or more people's essences to create a child - she's popular with gay people, infertile couples, polyamorous relationships. But one day she gets kidnapped by some villain who wants to create an army of soldiers with perfect quirks.

It's Shinsou's first mission undercover, recommended by Aizawa even though he's in high school. It's only been a couple months since the woman went missing and luckily there don't seem to be any kids around.

Given her bruises and wounds, it doesn't a genius to know she'd been refusing.

Shinsou mimics her voice when the guy is looking away, pretending to agree to his conditions, and then it's all over. She's exhausted and weak when Shinsou hefts her up.

It really shouldn't surprise him when it happens. Aizawa is there making sure everything is going according okay, talking kindly as she's loaded into the ambulance, when the guy makes a break for it.

With one hand, Bakugou blasts through the wall he makes while throwing a grenade through the newly made hole. It explodes and knocks the dude immediately to his ass.

And then there's a loud shout next to where Aizawa is still holding the woman's hand.

The kids she makes range in age - sometimes newborns, sometimes toddlers. Never any older than two or three.

And perfectly plopped on her lap is a chubby three year old with blood red eyes and shoulder-length dark purple hair.

"I'm too young to be a dad," is all Shinsou thinks as she starts sobbing out apologies. Shinsou saved her, he was on her mind. Aizawa was talking to her, he was on her mind. Bakugou startled her just from the fucking nature of his Quirk and he was on her mind.

And now there's a quiet grumpy three year old staring at them on her lap.

"I am way too young to be a dad," Shinsou thinks again as the kid blinks blearily at him before yawning loudly.

"THE FUCK?" Bakugou shoves the villain into the back of a police cruiser. "I thought you said there were no kids!"

"This one is new," Aizawa says dryly as he picks up the little kid and steps off the back of the ambulance.

She's quiet now, drifting off with the love of morphine and Shinsou has never been more jealous of someone sleeping before.

"And partially your fault," Aizawa adds. The kid smacks his cheek with a chubby little hand before twisting into Aizawa's chest for a nap.

His comment gets Bakugou spewing virtol at Aizawa, who ignores him as he calls for another EMT to come check the kid out. Shinsou follows, his mind a racing blur. He can't pull his eyes away from the squishy face nuzzled into the crook of Aizawa's neck.

"I am way too young to be a dad," he thinks for a third time.

It's hard to think of anything else.

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝recreational hockey.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ]  [ Characters: Class 1-A ]

「Scenario of Class 1-A finding out that you’re in a recreational hockey team.」

"Isn't it exciting!?" Mina clings onto your left arm as you walked towards the building that read 'Tokyo Multipurpose Ice Rink'. 

"It's my first time actually going ice skating!" Hagakure exclaims, clinging onto your free arm.

It was during winter break when everyone agreed to do something together. It was a debate at first, everyone arguing over whether to play outside the dorms or go to an ice rink. And in the end, more people voted for the latter. Dressed in casual winter wear, the students of Class 1-A made their way to the entrance of the large building. As the class president, and one who loves taking responsibility, Iida approached the reception counter and handled the registration and whatnot. Everyone else was busy talking with one another or just sitting around in the waiting area.

"Are you kids done with the registration?" came the voice of your teacher.

"Yes! We rented skates for a total of three hours, it was much cheaper since we have student privileges! Furthermore, after 3 hours, we can all get dinner before places get crowded!" Iida informed Aizawa who looked ready to go home. Honestly, you wondered why he was here in the first place because he surely wasn't here to have fun with kids.

"Then, I'll just stay at the bleachers. Don't slip and injure yourselves." he mutters before making his way towards the seating.

"Why did sensei decide to tag along anyway? I feel bad." you questioned.

"Well, apparently we needed a guardian if we were going out in such a large group." Yaoyorozu mentioned, handing you a pair of ice skates which you thanked her for.

While you were busy putting on your skates, the rest of your classmates were already heading out to the rink. You could see a few of your classmates struggling to even move and only a handful of them seemed to know what they were doing. Todoroki seemed to know what he was doing which was no surprise, given the nature of his quirk. The girls were holding onto the bars, moving at a slower pace and taking their time. Iida seemed to be learning quite fast, capable of balancing on skates. You eventually stepped into the rink, and began skating around the rink with ease.

"[First Name]-chan, you know how to skate? Do you skate professionally or something?" Uraraka asks as you approach her.

"Well.....I've done it a couple of times." you told her.

You weren't lying about it but you left a few details. The reason why you're good at ice skating was that you were in a recreational hockey team and occasionally play whenever you were free. Even though it's been a while since you last played, you were still good at skating on ice. You left the girls and moved around the rink with

"Todoroki must be in his element since he slides on his own ice all the time!" Kaminari mentioned, shifting his gaze towards the dual-haired boy who stepped into the rink right after you.

"I've never been ice skating before.....and feels very different." you heard Todoroki mumble.

"That's surprising. We all thought that you might be the best skater out of everyone, Todoroki-kun! Especially since your quirk is all about making ice. And there were tons of instances where you used your ice as a means of moving about. But it could be really different since you're not in control of your ice and you did mention your boots has spikes underneath which is different from skates―"  

"Shut your yapping, Shitty Deku!" Bakugou yelled, throwing a pair of goggles at the green-haired boy who let out a yelp and fell face flat onto the ice. You watched as Midoriya ungracefully falls onto the ice and Todoroki waddled in his skates like a newborn fawn. A small giggle leaves your lips, you found it cute how the two strongest students in Class 1-A were defeated by mere ice.

"Thank you, [Last Name]." he holds onto your hand a bit tight and you could see how hard he's trying to balance himself on ice. You looked at the green-haired boy and couldn't help but find it amusing how serious he looked. He yelped when he realized you've been staring at him, quickly yanking his hands away and falling backward. Luckily, you were fast enough to catch him.

"S-Sorry! Just give me some time to get used to it....." he squeaked.

"It's fine, Midoriya. I'll hold onto you until you get used to it." you offered. On the side, you could see Todoroki waddling a bit toward you and Midoriya.

"Are you okay? I saw you fall." Todoroki asks the green-haired boy.

"Have you two actually ice skated before?" you ask.

"Come on, I'll teach you some tricks!" you grabbed Todoroki's hand and pulled him along with Midoriya.

"[Last Name]! Hold my hand and skate with me too!" you hear Mineta call out to you, seemingly doing fine on ice skates.

"Mineta if you come any closer, I will kill you." you threatened with a dark smile, glancing over your shoulder.

The boy gulped in fear and slowly moved out of your way as you shifted your attention towards Midoriya and Todoroki who you were still holding onto. Midoriya gulped slightly at your change in behavior, intimidated by how terrifying you were. On the other hand, Todoroki was as stoic as ever and seemed more focused on keeping himself standing on skates. You helped Midoriya and Todoroki stay on their feet before retreating to the side. Some of your friends were seated by the bleachers taking a break and you decided to join them. 

"Oh, it's [First Name]! It's been a while."

"Minato and Akari? What are you guys doing here?" you greeted the two.

"We're here to play some hockey, do you wanna join us?" Minato asks you with a smile. You glanced over your shoulders to see your friends waving at you enthusiastically as if signaling you to join them.

"Sorry, I'm here with my classmates and didn't exactly bring any gear with me." you admitted with a shy smile.

"Let's play again when you're not busy! Ever since you started your internship you barely have time to play hockey anymore. Oh! Let's not take too much of your time since you're here with friends! See you next time!" Akari said, waving goodbye. Your two old friends walked away as you waved them goodbye, letting them know that you'll play again once you're free.

"You play hockey?! That's unexpected!" Ashido exclaimed.

"Yeah but only during my free time. And honestly, we don't have much of that anymore....." you admitted, twiddling your thumbs behind your back as your friends began to surround you.

"We can play some other time!" Hagakure suggested.

"Or maybe right now! You could teach us all how!" Kaminari seemed quite eager.

"Absolutely not! Especially when we're all mere beginners on ice! What would happen if we were to get seriously injured?! As the class representative, I am responsible for everyone's well-being and I won't allow anything to happen to all of you!" Iida chastised which earned a giggle from you.

“Sensei! We’re going to the other rink to play hockey!” Ashido announced aloud.

“Can you guys even play hockey?” your teacher mumbled in response.

“Well, [First Name]-chan can!” Uraraka exclaimed.

“Only one of you can play? Just stay here.” Aizawa instructed.

"Yeah.....maybe next time guys." you grinned.

Total: 1240 words Published: 24.03.2023

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