#mha timeskip

[yennyinc]

Katsuki the morning after 431

[puppyaulait]

Local teacher hit by the fact he is dating his highschool crush turned pro hero (he ask for detailed recap of her cases)

[shibuyablonde]

I need part 2 of the brats of our own story PLEASSEEEEEEEEEWEEWEWEE IM BEGGING YOUJJJJHHHHH🙏🙏🙏🙏

Brats of Our Own ft. Katsuki Bakugo x fem!reader

This is part 2. The previous part is on the masterlist

➛ link: click here

synopsis: Katsuki Bakugo thought he'd seen it all: his former classmates settling down and starting families, one by one. But as you sit at Mina and Kirishima’s house, holding his friend's newborn daughter, the idea of fatherhood starts creeping into his mind.

It had been three months since you visited Mina’s house.

You had gone over many more times to see the cutie, and with each visit, you got more accustomed to the baby.

At first, you had been hesitant, holding her like she was made of glass, terrified that one wrong move would set off a storm of wails. But over time, it became easier. You learned how to cradle her properly, how to bounce her gently when she fussed, how to make silly faces that had her giggling in delight.

The more you looked at her, the more you held her, the more a strange feeling stirred inside you. It was subtle at first, just a fleeting thought, a curiosity. But the longer you spent around Mina’s daughter, the stronger it became.

The idea of having your own baby, a tiny little thing with your features and Katsuki’s fiery spirit, crept into your mind more often than you wanted to admit.

You never spoke about it out loud. Not yet.

For the past few weeks, though, something had felt… off. You hadn’t been feeling your best, random bouts of nausea, exhaustion that clung to you no matter how much sleep you got.

You chalked it up to a lingering flu or maybe just the stress of hero work catching up to you. After all, your job wasn’t exactly easy. Katsuki had even lectured you about overworking yourself, telling you to take a damn break before you collapsed.

Now, you were at Mina’s house once again, playing with her daughter while she sat beside you, sipping on a protein shake. The baby cooed happily in your lap, grabbing at your fingers with her tiny hands.

"Look at you," Mina teased, nudging your side. "A few months ago, you looked like you were about to pass out holding her. Now, you’re basically a pro."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "I wouldn’t say that. She’s just in a good mood today."

Mina smirked knowingly. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that. Pretty soon, you’re gonna have your own, and you won’t even realize how it happened."

Your heart stuttered at her words, but before you could respond, a sudden wave of nausea crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your stomach churned violently, and you felt your face go pale.

"Shit," you muttered, quickly setting the baby down in her playpen.

Mina’s eyes widened. "You okay?"

You barely managed to shake your head before you bolted toward the bathroom. You barely made it in time, dropping to your knees as you emptied your stomach into the toilet. The sensation was awful, your whole body trembling, stomach twisting painfully.

Mina appeared in the doorway a few seconds later, holding her baby on her hip, watching you with wide, knowing eyes.

"Dude," she breathed. "You’re totally pregnant."

You wiped your mouth, shooting her a glare. "What? No! It’s probably just—"

"Oh, hell no. We’re not playing that game." She marched forward, grabbing your arm and pulling you up. "You’ve been feeling like crap for weeks, haven’t you?"

You hesitated. "...Maybe."

Mina’s expression turned smug. "Yup. You’re pregnant. We’re going to the pharmacy."

You groaned, but you knew there was no escaping now.

Twenty minutes later, you were in Mina’s bathroom again, staring down at the pregnancy test in your hands. Your pulse thundered in your ears as you watched the little screen, waiting, dreading, anticipating.

Then, the result appeared.

Positive.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your hands trembled.

Holy shit.

You were pregnant.

You were going to be part of the parent crew.

A whirlwind of emotions crashed over you all at once, shock, excitement, fear, and disbelief. You could hear Mina cheering from the other side of the door, probably scaring her baby in the process.

"Well?! What’s it say?!"

You opened the door slowly, wide-eyed, still holding the test in your hand.

Mina took one look at you, at the expression on your face, then at the test, and screamed.

"KIRI! SHE’S PREGNANT!"

Kirishima, who had been sitting on the couch with his daughter, nearly choked on his drink. "Wait, what?!"

Mina practically tackled you in a hug, bouncing excitedly. "Oh my god! We’re gonna be mom buddies! You and Bakugo are having a little gremlin baby!"

The reality of it all started to settle in. You were having a baby. A tiny little life was growing inside of you.

And now, you had to tell Katsuki.

That night, you sat on the couch, fiddling with your hands as you waited for Katsuki to come home.

Your heart pounded, your nerves eating away at you. You had run through a dozen different ways to tell him, but none of them felt right.

The front door finally swung open, and Katsuki walked in, tossing his keys onto the counter. His eyes flicked to you immediately, sensing something was off.

"You good?" he asked, shrugging off his jacket.

You swallowed thickly. "Yeah. Just… we need to talk."

That made him pause. His red eyes narrowed slightly as he came over, sitting beside you. "What’s up?"

You took a deep breath, your fingers gripping the test in your lap. Then, without a word, you handed it to him.

He stared at it.

You watched as his expression shifted, first confusion, then realization. His eyes widened slightly. His grip on the test tightened.

"You’re…" He trailed off, looking up at you.

You nodded slowly. "Yeah. I’m pregnant."

A long, heavy silence filled the air. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction.

Then, suddenly, Katsuki let out a breathy, almost disbelieving laugh.

He ran a hand through his hair, his lips twitching into something that was neither a smirk nor a scowl, just pure, raw emotion.

"Holy shit," he muttered. "We’re having a kid."

You nodded again, and that’s when it truly hit him.

Katsuki Bakugo, the explosive, hot-headed, never-back-down pro hero, was going to be a dad.

He looked back at you, his eyes flickering with something intense, something deep. Then, without warning, he reached out and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest.

You felt the rapid beat of his heart, the way his hands trembled slightly as they held onto you.

"You scared?" he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

You exhaled, relaxing into his warmth. "A little."

"Yeah. Me too."

Another pause.

Then, Katsuki pulled back just enough to press his forehead against yours. "But we got this."

And for the first time since seeing that test, you truly believed it.

© 2025 shibuyablonde — All rights reserved. Don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[leecantdraw]

How we feeling today Kamijirou nation

[airforcekitties001]

YOUR HONOR; I LOVE HIM

[cxvii666]

“GIRLS”

college au! denki kaminari x reader

wc: 2.5k

mdni

“...girls that's mean just for fun, i like girls who make love, but i like girls that like to fuck, ”

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"she doesn't like you, y'know."

denki kaminari gasped semi-sarcastically, like its obvious that you don't like him and anyone with eyes can see that but it still shocking to hear out of his best friend's mouth.

jirou turns to him with barely concealed mirth in her eyes and she looks up from her phone where she'd been texting momo, asking for her whereabouts.

they were at a party, a sleazy rich kid house party, one of momo's friend's sisters' or something like that. the kind that involved lots of expensive alcohol, shitty bass music, and sweaty hot rich kids that did too much coke and no survival instincts or a general sense of humiliation. one guy had already thrown up twice, two girls had passed out, someone's boyfriend had punched someone else and denki was absolutely fucking loving it.

he and jirou had smoked some good shit with hanta after pregaming and had enter the party at its pinnacle, completely crossfaded. the good kind that makes you feel like hot shit, like you're the baddest on the planet, and that you could fuck anyone you wanted if you tried hard enough.

that was about two, maybe three, hours ago.

he hits the vape he stole from jirou and scrunches his face at her.

"where even is momo?"

he's chosen to dodge the topic. the topic of you.

he only knows you as one of momo's ex talking stages. you run in the same social circles mostly and somehow, you're still amicable, friendly infact, its some weird sapphic thing that denki doesn't get. how you're friends with jirou, denki really doesn't get. like how can jirou be friends with her girlfriend's ex-situation?

well that's what he thought.

until he met you.

and wow.

you're across the kitchen from him now, chatting it up with some guy you just met, and he's laughing at something you said because you have this effortless wit and charm about you that everyone in your vicinity can sense. it rolls off you in waves, your aura is so attraction, so is your hair, and your eyes, and your smile, and the dress you're wearing-

and now you're looking at him, or maybe at jirou, yeah never mind, you're looking at jirou, and before he knows it his best friend is whacking the back of his neck.

"you're staring," she teases in a singsong voice, fucking annoying habit that she stole from him and just for that he snatches her drink from her and downs it in one gulp. "hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

denki fake gags slightly before smiling all teeth "you never answered my question, when's your girlfriend getting here?" jirou rolls her eyes at his obvious diversion from the topic "i want her to make me that weird drink she makes with the tequila.... and i'm pretty sure i left my lighter in her car."

"momo won't care y'know." she looks at him with full seriousness and nods in your direction. "you should be more worried about how you're gonna talk to her."

denki says nothing in reply, only sighs and send jirou an affirmative hum so that she knows he's not being pissy and ignoring her.

his eyes cut to you again, the guy you were talking to has gone back to the friends he came with and you're pouring yourself a drink.

and jirou was right, by the way. at first you didn't like him, he laughs too loud at his own jokes, bums cigs off of everyone and everytime you've seen him in passing, at parties like this or nights at the club when jirou's band plays, he's always chatting someone up.

girls of all kinds, tall girls, small girls, girls that do drugs, girls with dicks, blondes, brunettes, gingers, white girls, black girls, brown girls.

you wondered about him. there's gotta be something that he's doing right, because from what you've heard from momo his cool guy persona is simply that, a persona, and he's actually a massive loser who spends most of his time playing pokemon go or holed up in his room watching anime. so how he can pull so many baddies, most of whom speak of him fondly, is a mystery to you.

but damn, he is cuteeee.

like, cracked, horny, stoner, twink, that would probably beg for it, cute.

and you're obsessed.

that's the real reason why you've been throwing shade at him all night, making sly biting comments, getting into dumb senseless arguments, you're playing with him, working him up slowly, and he's enjoying it.

but contrary to popular belief, denki is not the sleazebag everyone thinks he is. sure he's had a few flings with a few friends, drunken nights never spoken of again, and there was that one time where a girl he slept with lied to him about having a boyfriend. but like, aside from that, he's not like horrible.

and momo is his friend, and idk, isn't flirting with her ex kinda weird, and won't you think its weird that he's flirting with you, and omg, what if you think its weird??, and you actually don't want anything to do with him, and this highly charged game made of mean banter and heated stares, is actually just that.

a game.

and he's been reading all the signals wrong, and you actually don't want him, and he's gonna have to jerk off so hard tomorrow morning to forget about you, because the look you gave him after you called him a senseless fucking idiot for spilling vodka on the counter early was sooo hot and he-

"you're spiralling."

jirou rolls her shoulder and starts riffling through her jacket pockets, probably looking for the vape denki has concealed in his right hand. she pauses and looks at the blonde before sighing. "momo's here. she's got your lighter." she gets up off the counter and pauses. "and maybe drink something before you smoke, you look like you're about to vomit all over the fuckin' floor."

"you dirty bitch, i am not nervous, i swear you're so-" jirou leaves him in the kitchen with a resounding cackle and goes out into the main house to find her girlfriend.

the sound of jirous laughter calls your attention over to denki, who's attention you already had, he'd been counting the piercings on your right ear, and a smirk creeps onto your face, as you pick up your cup and make your way over to him.

"do you have a staring problem?" straight to the point, your voice so close to his ear it makes him jump. "huh, oh, what?" he splutters "staring? me?? why would i be staring at you, of all people?"

the red on his cheeks makes you snort and you regard his fake non-chalant lean against the kitchen counter.

"well that's what i'm trying to work out," you say as you inch closer practically caging him in, still keeping direct eye contact.

his breath hitches slightly as his eyes lock onto your own, determined to win whatever game it is your playing, despite the twitch in his jeans.

you're so close you practically taste his breath. he smells like bud, expensive foreign perfume and bubblegum. your hands splayed either side of his hips creep closer and closer.

denki can hear the gulp he takes when your hands finally make contact with his body, your thumbs just slightly grazing his outer thighs, he thinks he might actually have a fucking heart attack or something.

he keeps his eyes on yours, but trying to centre himself in your gaze seems to have been the wrong decision to make because the way you tilt your head and smile so innocently, like you don't know what you're doing, is sending him to space. and it's your smile that makes him drop his eyes entirely to the curve of your lips and blink, just for a second.

you notice immediately and let out an obnoxious 'ha!' before reaching up and plucking the joint that he had tucked behind his ear, and yeah it was part of the fit, the pink rolling paper matched his pink shoelaces, before taking a step back from the blonde.

he responds to your laugh with a scoff and a roll of his eyes which makes your smile grow even wider. you hide this as best you can by taking a sip of your drink effectively finishing it. he looks at you, wide amber eyes regarding you curiously, like he's a puppy dog awaiting instruction.

"you wanna go out back?" you smile cheekily brandishing your prize, "go smoke this baby before jirou gets back?"

he sniffs and stands at his full height, stuffing his hands in his back pockets before nodding to the exit. and you lead the way to the garden with a giggle.

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"it's not my fault. you're the poser walking around with a joint and no lighter." as you finally stamp out then end of the joint. you'd just had to beg some snotty marlboro gold smoking guy for the use of his lighter. "honestly it was more of an accessory than a zoot, you didn't even roll it well."

"you're so mean to me," denki flushes, honest to god his voice sounding more like a whimper then anything else.

you scoff at him.

you're not mean, this guys just an idiot, generally easy to make fun of, and has the most adorable reactions whenever you take the piss out of him. you can't help yourself. he's so easy practically throwing himself at you, demanding all of your attention all night and then whining like a kicked puppy and retreating back to hide behind jirou when you don't give him the response he's looking for.

"oh, i'm sorry," you ask soflty and the change in attitude gives him whiplash. "are you alright, denki?" he's growing crossed eyed as he watches your lips getting closer to his.

his knees buckle and he clears his throat with a weak smile, "yeah, just uh, my iron deficiency."

you pull away to raise your eyebrow about to make a sarcastic remark, when he surges forward and captures your lips in his. your hands travel up the back of his neck, and the way you thread your fingers through his hair makes him groan into your mouth. you push him backwards, pining him against the cold stone wall, and he just takes it, lets you control the momentum of the kiss, like he's in the middle of a storm just being thrown around and carried by the waves, and he's fucking loving every second of it.

you swear once you break for air, your lips plump, and wet, and juicy, and soft, and he's already diving back in, he needs more of you. more of your taste, fuck, you taste so good, your lips are so soft and syrupy against his, he feels like he's melting into to your hands.

"careful," you murmur directly into his ear and he keens as you grip his hair tight and tilt his head back to give provide acces to his bare neck.

"please, please, please, please, fuck."

you tug harshly on his blonde locs, his eyes fluttering open at the feeling as you hold his gaze. "what do you want denki? use your words."

he can't think of how to reply, not with your right hand itching at his scalp and your left hand drawing circles on the skin above his waistband. "oh god, i don't- i don't even know- i- fuck."

your left hand has dropped, finger only slightly grazing the front of his jeans but it's enough for him to whine so prettily in your ear and cant his hips upwards into your palm.

"fuck, please-"

you cut him off by mashing your lips into his, he accepts gratefully pouring every inch of his desire into your mouth.

"you're so desperate."

he's nodding, he wants you so bad, your hand feels so good even through the layers of fabric covering his most sensitive parts, but its like his skin is on fire, and the only thing that can put it out is your touch. his hands run along your torso, his finger only just brushing over your nipples, enough to make you gasp into him, as he wraps his arms around your body to deepen the kiss.

as good as this feels, the sounds he's making, the whimpers leaving his lips as he grinds into your hand, are increasing in volume and your entirely conscious of the fact that you are outside, out the open, for anyone to hear or see.

you hiss out his name, but just hearing your voice turns him on more and you have to grip his face with you fingers for him to stop moving and pay attention.

"if you want me to keep going," punctuated by a squeeze to his jaw, "then- look at me when i'm talking to you, then you're gonna have to shut up." your gaze is so intense he's nodding before he's even fully comprehended the words you've said.

his pretty amber eyes roll back into his head as your hand finally slips underneath his boxers and you grasp his hot, sticky, dick with your cold soft hands. "oh wow," you snicker, "you're so messy."

your words make denki whine, silenced by a stern look before he pouts. "what so you can talk but i can't even-, oh fuck-" you squeeze him, the weight heavy in your hands.

"yeah, because you're leaking all over my hand."

he holds in his whine this time cussing under his breath and looking at you. his pretty face obscured by strands of hair all wild and messy sticking up at odd angles. his lips are pink and swollen, drool threatening to spill out of his mouth, cheeks flushed.

"that's not fair," he hisses at you but you remain largely unbothered by his attitude as you thumb his tip. "you're teasing."

"i'm not doing anything, you're the one that can't keep it together."

"i-" he starts but you pick up speed and cover his mouth with your free hand so he's free to buck and whine all he wants.

"look at you, are you gonna finish like this? i've barely even touched you."

its like your words are directly fuelling the grind of his hips, he humps against you furiously, drool spilling all down his face, soiling that hand as well. like he can't help but make a mess in all directions.

you can tell he's close when his eyes start fluttering and his body starts twitching crazily.

your hand drops from his face, quickly wiping the drool onto his tshirt before snaking your way back up and applying light pressure to the base of his neck.

"thank you, thank you, thank you-"

that does it for him as he comes with a whine of your name, followed by jagged breath and the crazy stutter in his hips.

you give him a second to catch his breath before you start tearing into him about the mess he's made and about how he better not have gotten any cum on your dress.

"always complaining about something, i swear," he rolls his eyes and before you can bite back he slips your cum soiled fingers into his mouth and runs his tongue along each individual finger before giving a hard suck. you watch him mouth slightly agape, and the pulsing heat in between your thighs makes itself apparent to you.

"you are such a slut." he grins mouth full and you press down on his tongue. "you wanna get outta here?"

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[delokami]

timeskip!bkdk for the holidays 🫶🏻

imma draw more christmas timeskip!bkdk for the next couple days so expect more sketches 🫡

[andreamoonlight143]

Fine, I’ll do it myself 🙄

HEAVILY INSPIRED BY: GSONY24

[lesbiansforlucio]

Pro hero gals in pro hero merch!

And Part 2

[mimez-meme]

Some leaks for the 38 extra pages

Release: December 4th

So far no aizawa or present mic🙏😕 we might get little Aizawa but no present mic.. what a shocker.

Izuocha seems to be canon now (sadly, don’t get me wrong I like the ship it just..doesn’t seem well fit yk?)

New confirmed hero ranking:

1 - Mirio

2 - Shouto

3 - Mt. Lady

4 - Kamui Woods

5 - Best Jeanist

6 - Mirko

7 - Nejire

8 - Wash

9 - Shoji

10 - Monoma

11 - Fatgum

12 - Kirishima

13 - Iida

14 - Honenuki

15 - Bakugou

16 - Inasa

17 - Tokoyami

18 - Tamaki

19 - Momo

20 - Shindo

[trashyalphys]

I won’t have access to my PC for a few days bc of work, but I had to do SMTH about ol paintbrush head. This took like 10 minutes on my phone during my break at work last night :)

[prosypepper]

[shibuyablonde]

You promised you'd be mine ft. katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: No matter how hard he tries, he can't erase the memories of the future he once dreamed of with you.

"I’ll be yours forever."

"You promise?"

"Pinkie promise."

But life has a cruel sense of humor, doesn’t it?

Your relationship with Bakugo was everything while it lasted, intense, passionate, unbreakable. Or so you both thought. He never imagined a world where you weren’t his. He had it all mapped out: the two of you going pro together, getting married a year or two later, honeymooning in the Bahamas, and eventually settling down with kids.

But the universe had other plans.

The first cracks were small, disagreements, unspoken frustrations, words left unsaid. Then came the storms, relentless and unforgiving. You both needed things neither of you knew how to ask for. And slowly, inevitably, you drifted apart.

Then the war happened.

Katsuki died. You nearly lost your quirk. And when the dust settled, you both stood on opposite ends of a battlefield, changed beyond recognition. Whatever tether held you together had snapped. Being together wasn’t an option anymore, not when the people you once were had been lost to the war.

But dying had given Katsuki clarity.

In those final moments, when his heart had stopped and everything faded to black, the only regret he had was leaving you behind. The thought of never seeing you again, never living out the future he had dreamed of with you, shattered him more than death itself.

So when he came back, he was determined to fix things. To say everything he hadn’t before. To fight for you.

But he was too late.

You were leaving for America, offered a position too good to refuse. And you took it. There was nothing left for you in Japan. Everyone supported your decision.

Even him.

You left… for eleven damn years.

And Bakugo waited. He really did. But he wasn’t the type to sit around and drown in what-ifs. Life moved forward, and so did he.

He found someone. Someone who loved him deeply, who saw him for who he was, who made him feel whole, at least, that’s what he told himself. She was kind, humble, brilliant. A good woman. A good wife.

But she wasn’t you.

And no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he told himself this could work, it didn’t. Not when he caught himself picturing your face instead of hers. Not when he almost called her by your name.

She wanted to honeymoon in the Bahamas, but he refused, saying it wasn’t a good idea. The truth was, he knew he’d spend the entire trip pretending it was you beside him instead. Maybe she suspected it. Maybe she knew.

Bakugo sat up in bed, the early morning sun casting a soft glow over his wife’s sleeping face. He ran a hand through her hair, guilt gnawing at the edges of his resolve.

She didn’t deserve this.

That’s why, when she woke up, he’d be serving her papers. He’d give her everything, every penny, every asset, anything she wanted. Though, knowing her, she wouldn’t take a damn thing.

A pair of warm arms wrapped around his neck from behind. She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, her body curling into his back.

"Morning, Katsuki."

"Morning." His voice came out quieter than he intended.

He pulled away.

"I need to get ready for work."

He left her in bed, cold and alone.

As he stepped into the shower, he heard it, soft, muffled sniffles coming from the other room.

And he felt like the worst kind of bastard.

But he knew she knew.

This was never going to work.

© 2025 shibuyablonde — All rights reserved. Don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[deorlings]

✨️ Fav bisexual disaster couple ✨️

Loove some cozy morning drawings <3

Timeskip kamijirou rlly fucks my brain chem idk man. And yeah ik these aren't the canon designs I drew them b4 the timeskip chapter came out

[airforcekitties001]

Wanted to draw these three , Im proud of this.

[rekoren]

remember when the manga ended with them kissing and making up and becoming partners forever