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Saw you ask for Bakugo requests so here’s the vision… (NSFW) *Also this could work for other people too, especially Iida (which I would also love to see)

Classmates at UA are gossiping about y/n and Bakugo, because they are study partners and they study in either your or Bakugo’s dorm together.

Classmate: “I wonder if they ever do anything more than just study”

Other classmate: “Nah, he cares way too much his grades. He probably doesn’t even think about stuff like that”

Cut y/n and Bakugo (or Iida or anyone else) fucking like feral animals in heat

✨the vision✨

hihi, actually think this idea is so fun lol. i'll include both bakugo and iida because i think you're right this is perfect for iida and it'd be a crime not to write for him too!

warning for nsfw: established relationships, degrading on Katsuki's part, Tenya is an underwear thief, sex while studying (you'll be prepared for anatomy at least!), aftercare, and your friends are slightly perverted

katsuki bakugo x f!reader & tenya iida x f!reader - study buddies

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pls miss ophelia another penny for ur thoughts on ex-husband kiri 🤲

"do you remember when we were travelin' all over the place?" eijiro asks into his phone. he's had a few too many tsingtaos tonight, and he's by himself now. he was at the bar with his boys, but now-- now he's home in his apartment that's nice, sure, it's nice, but it's just an apartment. it's flat, like one of show show rooms at ikea. he's got one of those demon slayer katanas on the wall, along with some movie posters that have been neatly framed.

you sigh, and it crackles over the receiver. "yeah, i do."

he sighs back. "those were good times."

humming, you agree. "i never said they weren't."

"let me take you somewhere again," he says. "let's go-- let's go to vietnam again. you, me, some pho. get you some clothes. it'll be nice."

"eijiro, our time for traveling together has long since passed," you say softly. you're always so soft with him, soft in your tone and soft under his hands. he squeezes his couch's throw pillow and imagines it's your hip. plush and giving.

"don't be like that," he murmurs. "c'mon, just-- we can play tonight. can't we?"

there's hesitation on your end, and eijiro feels like his heart is going to hammer straight out of his throat.

"no, we can't, eijiro," you say. you're always callin' him by his name, that has to mean something, doesn't it? that's got to mean something.

"c'mon," he urges. "you and me in vietnam. we can rent a bike, i'll take you all around--"

"i have to go," you say, suddenly.

"can i come by and fix your lights?" he asks. "i can pick up some bulbs--"

"they're fixed," you say. "the lights are fixed."

"well, what about, what about your sink? is it still backed up?"

"no. it's fine, now. listen, i have to go."

he hears the tv click on. the news, probably. it drones the same tone.

"baby--"

"eijiro."

"baby."

now the tv's playing sports, that's that commentator, he recognizes it. what game's on? what game are you watching? what--

"take care of yourself," you tell him, and it sounds like i love you. why else would you wish him well.

"what about you and me at igo at seven tomorrow?" eijiro asks.

he asks into his home screen, call disconnected. with a frustrated, heartbroken sigh, he sinks into his couch. his hand rests by his side, phone limp in it. he stares up at his ceiling, his flat, nothing ceiling. maybe he should turn on the tv, maybe he should go to bed, maybe he should show up at your place, at the place he used to call home. you could take it all away from him again, if you gave him the chance.

crybaby-bkg

‘nice’ friend Kiri who offers up his lap at a party when you notice there aren’t any more seats. keeps whispering in your ear, pointing out who’s the drunkest and who he thinks is gonna hook up next. but he only does this bc he can feel how you clench on his knee, throbbing on top of him, thinking you’re discreet and that he doesn’t know as you shift around whenever his warm, fruity smelling breath tickles that sweet little spot on your neck.

crybaby-bkg

“We have to have a baby, like right now. Like, yesterday.” You blurt out as you suddenly burst into Kirishima’s room. He’s laying on his bed, clad only in tight sweatpants and socked feet, one thick arm behind his head, the other holding up a phone that looks comically small in his grip. His eyebrows furrow at your proclaim, and he’s instantly shutting off his phone and sitting up in bed as he reaches out for you.

“Huh? Now?” Kiri asks, pure confusion on his face as he sits on the side of the bed to let you stand between thick thighs. “I mean, I love the baby making process and all, but why so sudden?”

He rubs at your thighs from your stand, grinning, as he thinks about the different positions he’s been putting you in lately. You bat at his chest, chuckling, before you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms tight around his neck.

“I just saw a cute video of a baby giggling, and I’m ovulating, and started crying because it was so cute and I just started thinking about having our own baby and how cute they’d be and—“

“Slow down!” Kiri laughs at you, pulling you in tight and squeezing you against him. You can feel his laughter vibrating through his strong chest, and it calms your rapid heartbeat, makes you melt against the man you love most in the world.

“If you’re serious, we should talk about it more, but I mean, I’m down if you are. Baby giggles are the best.” Kiri whispers into your hair, smiling, thinking on a chunky little baby with black hair and red eyes and your smile and all those cute little rolls he knows he’s gonna have to powder down. He thinks it’s worth it to have one, especially if they’re gonna be a product of you two.

crybaby-bkg

please, baby, please

You say yes to a ride from Midoriya one night while you're hitchhiking. what could go wrong? (everything, apparently.)

hitchhiking reader x yandere Deku warnings: hitchhiking, noncon drugging, yandere Deku, extreme dub con kissing and oral sex (f!receiving), coming in pants, a bit of cum play, mentions of stalking, just the tip, coming inside, light breeding kink in the end, pet names like baby and angel, a bit of mindfuckery and gaslighting, not thoroughly proofread. please let me know if I missed anything, and please enjoy! word count: 4.3k minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI! also available on ao3!

shitty-scaless

"My Baby"

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Class 1A has been given a very interesting project, taking care of fake babies for health class. (Based on a Mexican sitcom I used to watch growing up called LA CQ!)

Warnings: Nothing much this one is more lighthearted and silly, a bit of language, tried making it as gender neutrual as possible let me know how i did

If this seems familiar it is!!! I wrote it on my old (now deleted) account PinkTitan. Because i didn't have any of my fics saved this is obviously different. I remember some of it but i decided to change it up since i had another idea. Hope you like!!

It was a normal day at UA.. or as any normal day can be with a class of rowdy, restless heroes in training. It was early morning even Aizawa hadn't showed up yet, but all of 1A was already inside the class spread out talking to friends. You sat at your own seat Mina sitting on top of your desk swinging her legs as she happily chatted with you. From where you sat you could see Kirishima just as enthusiastically as Mina talking to Bakugo who sat grumpily at his desk.

Rolling his eyes at something Kirishama said, his head lulled back turning to the side before he made eye contact with you. Bakugo straightened up a bit aware of your eyes on him, his own softening just a bit before you turned away face heating. Mina who paused talking took a glance behind her understanding what had caused that reaction from you. Oh.

You and Bakugo had a complicated relationship. The two or you were not dating but clearly liked each other. You were quite frankly the only person Bakugo tolerated in more than one sense. Since that first week of UA when Mina dragged you along to hang out with them. He found himself not minding when you would tag along on their hangouts, or when you would walk beside him noticing how he stepped back from the group, or how you would randomly grab his arm as you walked to pull him a bit closer to the group. Bakugo found himself texting you more, asking you to train, randomly showing up to your dorm to do homework. He would wait every morning so you both could walk to class together. The more time you spent together the more the feelings grew but you were both afraid to take that leap.

"Girl you two just need to date!"

"Minaaa" you whine softly telling her to lower her voice. All she does is giggle making a heart with her hands. Before she can tease you more Mr.Aizawa walks in dragging his feet, close behind him was Principle Nezu and All Might all carrying boxes. "Today we have something different for health class." The class all groans at the random schedule switch and not to mention how much the hated health class. They would rather be out training but atlas it was a requirement. Mr.Aizawa glares making the class cut their protests.

"Based on some of your scores during the provisional hero license exam we realized that some of you didn't know how to work with kids. Adults are easy to guild and give clear instructions but children get frightened fast and tend to panic so we came up with a solution for that." Nezu explains as he walks back and forth at the front of the class. He than climbs up Aizawas suit and perches o his shoulder. "We are giving you an assignment meant to deal will younger children if you pass this test then you can handle all ages of children."

Aizawa looks to want to be anywhere else but he continues after Nezu, "While i would prefer you all to have real interaction training with children this will be the next best thing." Class 1A looked confused before All Might set down his box on a table and pulled out a fake baby doll. The class simultaneously let out a gasp and stayed silent stunned.

"What the hell is that thing," Bakugos gruff voice called out the only one brave enough to ask. "This is highly advanced technology programmed to mimic real baby functions like eat, sleep, potty and crying. We will assign you a partner and score you based on your ability to pay attention to your babies needs." Nezu exclaimed moving his hands in all directions clearly excited for this new assignment. "The score is on the back, it automatically starts at 100. Each time you fail to tend to your baby it will lose points the more points you lose the more probability you'll fail." Aizawa cuts in his voice tired and uninterested but he never fails to remind the class how important it is to pass and how quickly it is to fail.

"The pair with the most points gets excused from dorm cleaning duty today."

Most students sat up at that. Since it was Friday that meant the dorm was in need of some deep cleaning. Which usually happens as a class all working together to clean their living environment. But with the promise to get out of that tedious work most students were prepared to give it their all. Who doesn't like some friendly competition.

"Oh I'm so ready!" Denki said throwing his arms up. Jiro looks at him and laughs pointing out that he would be the first one to fail and feels bad for the poor sucker that got him as a partner. Nezu ever the schemer goes to the board and writes down the pairs, wanting it to be as disadvantage as possible. A good tactic to entertain the teachers for the day but also to have the students work together.

(I randomly paired class 1A to give them disadvantages for the fun of it. The main pairs are the first row downwards that are inspired by the pairs in LA CQ)

bakugo/reader momo/jiro kouda/todoroki

mina/denki aoyama/asui tokoyami/shouji

deku/ochaco ojiro/sato sero/kirishima

iida/hagakure

"OOOOOH," Mina exclaims happily clapping her hands seeing your name and Bakugos together as the first pair. You face heats up and you make eye contact with Bakugo before Denki exclaims that Bakugos anger would make you fail as well. "Aww poor Y/n you had such a good chance to bad Bakugos explosive behavior will fail you."

"SAY THAT AGAIN DUNCE FACE!"

"Aww nooo Jiro you jinked me," Mina whines seeing her name next to Denki's. "Noooo i wanted to be paired up with a smarty so they could help me." Denki also whines both of them excusing each other of failing even though the assignment hadn't started. There was a few complaints mainly from Mineta about not being paired up with a babe and some other *cough* Mina wanting to be paired with you or Hagakure.

"You'll have the rest of class as a free period to figure everything out since you still have your other lessons. Each pair will receive a wristband matching your baby as well as a diaper bag filled with everything you'll need. Please come forward to pick up your baby," All Might smiles at the class having fun with it. Each pair goes one by one grabbing their stuff some hang behind looking through the bag and others walk out of the class enjoying free period despite the assignment. You feel a presence at your desk and you glance up seeing Bakugo standing there hands in his pockets. "Hey," you awkardly say.

"Tch come on," He waits for you to follow walking by your side slighlty closer than normal. Walking up to your teachers as they hand you a baby with matching orange wristbands. You hold the fake baby in your arms while Katsuki throws the diaper bag over his shoulders. "Look it matches your hero suit!" Smiling bringing both your arm and the babies up, orange wristbands glinting in his view. He smirks patting your head his hand coming down to your back to guild you out the door.

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"Mina how are we supposed to tell my parents that we have a baby?"

Mina rolls her eyes at Denki's words. This was the third time this period he has said something so utterly ridiculous. She had the baby on the desk as she filled her nails listening to Denki complain. "Okay how bout this!" Mina exclaimed annoyed. She loved Denki, she did, he was a close friend to her and the bakusquad. Mina liked hanging out with him but he was getting on her last nerve.

"We'll be divorced parents! We have six classes left so you take her to 3 and then ill take her for the next three."

Mina's logic was good. They split the work without having to take care of the baby all day. Unfortunately she didn't really trust Denki but alas what else can she do, she could not listen to his dramatic antics any longer.

"Sounds good, but you take it first i have to recover from the new that we have a child together." He smirks throwing his thumbs up before running out the classroom.

"DENKI!" Mina shouts running to the door seeing Denki disappear down the hall. The baby begins crying and Mina looks at it. It whines and cries loudly as Mina picks it up by the arm. "Denki you're so irresponsible!"

"I'm so going to accuse you of abandonment!" She says knowing full well her idea backfired.

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"This is kind of silly is it not?"

Ochaco walked down the halls of UA, Deku trailing behind her the baby safely nuzzled into his arms. "Oh um I think its great learning experience. Plus this is kind of fun." He glances down the the baby as he begins to rock it."

"I mean yeah but we don't really gain much from it. The only ones that were terrible with the kids was Bakugo. Huh I wonder how poor Y/n is handing this?" Ochaco's head tilts looking up placing a hand under her chin thinking about how most likely you to would fail on Bakugos part.

"Yeah Kachan can be intense hopefully everything going okay," Deku says with a wince also picturing his own scenario of Bakugo handling the baby roughly. The baby in Dekus arm coos as Deku giggles and starts baby talking to it. Ochaco glances at him weirdly asking herself if Deku was aware the doll could not understand him. While she thought the project was interesting she was a bit bummed out she couldn't work on a technique she had been working on. Ochaco had been trying to improve her gravity quirk and last night thought of an idea she could try but now she was stuck doing this assignment.

Deku's attention was diverted from the baby as he saw All Might in the corner motioning for him. "Oh um i have to do something really quick Ill be back soon promise." Deku handed the baby to Ochaco as it began wailing, crying as if sensing who's arms he was in. "Deku?"

He didn't reply as he continued walking to All Might. Ochaco sighed everyone used to Deku disappearing at odd moments as she instead went down the hall in search for her friends.

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"Taking care of a doll should be easy right Iida!"

Hagakure and Iida walked together as the baby was held lazily in her arms. It slipped from her grasp as she had accidentally tripped, it falling on the grown. Iida fixed his glasses, "You would assume so." He bends down to pick up the doll both of their eyes immediately going to the indent on the baby plastic head. "Oh! Its so fragile!"

"Cant imagine if it was a real one," Iida says both of them shuddering and shaking their hands at the thought. "That is so scary!"

The baby begins to cry and Hagakure spins to Iida. "What did you do to it?" She took the baby out of his arms as Iida looks at her confused muttering 'me?' pointing to himself. "Take it from your ma crying doesn't resolve anything kid!" Hagakure told the baby in her arm one finger up as if she was scolding it. Which she was in a way. Iida watches her and the baby as it continues to cry. He adjusts his glasses once more, bringing his hand to his chin as he thinks. "The fake baby should be around 7 months old. If we compared that age to a real baby that means it still cant talk. So that's not going to work instead we need to figure out what it needs."

Hagakure began to roughly rock the baby trying to calm it down but all it did was make it cry harder. "Its probably hungry," Iida sighed watching before deciding he should do something. He goes and trying to take the baby from her arms. "Here let me try."

"No its fine i got it."

"Hagakure your being to rough."

"Am not."

Both students tugged on the plastic doll, tugging it back and forth that they failed to notice both grasps slipping. The baby wailing let out a bigger cry as it fell to the ground. A beeping noise came from it as points got deducted. "It that its eye!?" Exclaimed Hagakure screaming ran the other direction horrified. "Wait Hagakure its just fake," Iida called after her picking up the doll.

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"Little shits kinda ugly."

You gasp looking up at Bakugo. Both of you sat at a picnic table outside the cafeteria. It was empty, peaceful, away from the rest of the class who were already having issues with their dolls. You could hear babies crying all throughout the halls of UA. It was lunch time both you and Bakugo had done an amazing job at keeping your baby calm and quiet. She wasn't very fussy and was sleeping contently in your arms majority of the day while Bakugo wrote your notes from you. The rest of the teachers amused by your assignments had allowed you all to sit next to your partners. "Looks just like you," You giggle when he turns to glare at you.

"Hag should've never let you see those"

"Come on you were sooo cute and don't call your mom a hag!" Smiling up at him teasing him about looking just like the doll in your arms remembering when his mom showed you his baby pictures. The fake doll begins crying as you gently rock it. "Make it a bottle please."

He looks at you unsure as he takes out the stuff for a bottle. "Im Not sure?" He pauses unsure of how to do it, his palms becoming sweaty hating how unsure he sounded. Especially in front of you. He wasn't use to not being good at something. Honestly the assignment took them all by surprise. Bakugo the most. Being paired with you was the worst. You'd get to see him confused, unsure and doubting himself and he didn't like that. He kind of wished he was paired with someone else or at least be better prepared.

"Its okay there should be instructions on the can. I've seen my moms do it for my younger brother," You say gently not wanting to make it a big deal. It wasn't. Bakugo reads them picking up a bottle that was already filled with water. He added two scoops of the formula before shaking it.

He was trying to be gentler, he always was with you. Attitude softened when you were close. Only by a bit of course. But now with this project and baby in your arms it made him think of the future. Sure Bakugo liked you, he had for a while now. Something about seeing you like this made him think about your future together. Made him realize that he wanted to marry you. He thought about becoming number one, you by his side, fighting villains together. He liked that, wanted that. Really badly.

Although that was a boundary he made sure not to cross. You both were amazing friends. He was so sure that he would fuck it up. And if he fucked it up, if his hands pushed you away, if his attitude hurt you he wasn't sure if he could forgive himself. He wouldn't break you. He couldn't break you, not with his rough, loud and hurtful demeaner. Bakugo was sure he didn't deserve someone like you. So as much as it hurt him he remained your friend content with just having you near him.

"Here."

Grabbing the bottle from him you gently feed the baby rocking it in your arms. The cries quieted down and a slurping sound came from it. "Aww look Bakugo!" All he did was make a rough tch sound watching you not the baby. You glanced up at him. "Would you like to try?"

"HAH," he exclaimed rather loudly in hopes you wouldn't realize how nervous he actually was. This wasn't Bakugos thing and he sure as hell wasn't going to make a fool out of himself in front of you. I laughed hushing him. You had assumed Bakugo thought the assignment was stupid or beneath him, which he probably still did, but now you could see how his eyes avoided yours, his palms were in his pockets in fists, something he did when he tried to distance himself.

"How bout you burp her its simple." Adjusting the doll, letting the bottle slip onto the table, you brought her to your chest patting her back.

"See?"

He nods not having a choice because your shoving the doll in his arms adjusting. "Her?" Bakugo questions you once the baby was situated in his arms as he gently pats her back. "Yes i decided you'd be a great girl dad," you smile sticking out your tongue to the side. He coughs abruptly heat creeping up his neck and face at your bold statement.

"You can't just say shit like that!"

Giggling at his flustered state he tries to push your arm. That of course only makes you laugh harder. "Oh come on Suki!" You giggle the nickname slips from your lips on accident one that you don't notice but Katsuki does making him blush harder. Noticing the blush on his face you go to say something but get interrupted.

"Hey!"

Hagakure and Iida walk to where you both sat. "We lost our bag can we borrow some of your stuff?" Your friend Hagakure had her baby in her arm lazily. You're about to tell her yes but Kastuki beats you to it. "No."

"Bakugo its not a big deal we can let them borrow one bottle," your kind nature and tendency to help shows more when a friend is in distress. Hagakure whines as Iida politely asks once more. "Can you at least watch it so we can grab it something to eat," She asks pointing to the vending machines near on of the trees. "No no no every pair watches their own kid," Katsuki says shaking a finger at them. Turning to look at Bakugo ready to tell him off Iida beats you to it. "We could get you something as well. As payment of course."

"Yes oh gosh I'm dying for something sweet!" You exclaim ready to help and cutting Katsuki off so he doesn't get the chance to say no. Hagakure leaves the baby on the table walking to the vending machines as Iida follows. "Yikes," you say placing a hand on your mouth. Seeing Iida and Hagakures baby had an eye popping out and a dent on its head was deffenetly a sight.

"Holy shit." Katsuki laughs. You giggle swatting his arm trying not to laugh. "And you were worried." Letting out a chuckle Katsuki places your own baby down on the table next to the other doll. "Cute they're friends!"

"The hell they are! Are baby girl will only have strong friends!" Your heart skips a beat, beating a bit louder and faster hearing Kastuki call the doll 'our baby girl.' Your feelings for Kastuki Bakugo were strong. and everything he did didn't not help. The subtle way he leaned into your body when you sat next to each other, the way he would stand facing you when you spoke, the way he seemed calmer and more focused when you would walk in. Small acts of service he wouldn't do for anyone else, the way always accidentally made 2 protein shakes when training, stood waiting at the door every period to walk to class with you, forcing you to do homework under his supervision. Katsuki was rough around the edges but in truth you wouldn't have him other way. You knew his rough exterior was to hide how much he cared.

"Here's your snack Y/n!" Hagakure slides a chocolate bar down the table to you. "Oh so cute!" Pointing at the babies Hagakure starts to tell Iida about buying the baby a cute outfit. Picking up the chocolate bar you peel the wrapper taking a bite. You turn to look at Katsuki hand coming up to offer some to him. Instead of taking the chocolate from your hand Katsuki smirks face coming down taking a bite from your hand. Your mouth opens and closes heat creeping up your face.

"Your baby is so calm," your friend says cupping the dolls cheek. You turn to her grateful for the intervention before your brows furrow. Your said friend Hagakure is now running away from you your baby in here hands as she screams. Iidas eyes widen not expecting that either as he quickly runs after her.

"Oi!"

"Katsuki," You stand from your seat looking at your friends running into the UA building, and glancing down at the baby in front of you. "If they turn that in we're so failing!" He also stands a slight popping noise coming from his fists.

"Lets go get our kid back!"

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"You cry just like i did when i was your age."

Three classes later Denki was walking down the hall doll in his arms rocking it up and down. Him and Mina took turns every class period to take the baby. At the moment he stood outside the class waiting for her. He looks down at the baby seeing him upside-down. "Don't hold him like that you'll fry his brain. Jus like yours!" Mina says laughing. "Not cool," Denki holds the baby out in front of him still holding him by the leg. The baby gags before throwing up as Mina shrieks not having expected that.

"THEY CAN THROW UP??"

"EWWWW!!"

Its Minas turn to gag looking away. Denki starts to pat the baby's head turning it upside up but it makes the baby throw up more right onto Mina making her scream.

"SORRY!"

They start arguing about the doll Mina being grossed out and telling Denki to clean it. "I don't think so its your turn." Denki shoves the doll into Mina's arms and walks away. "DENKI!"

He runs away again and Mina is stuck gagging holding the baby as far away from her as possible. At that moment Present Mic walks by seeing one of the students looking sick he asks if she's okay. "Woooah hey you feeling okay? You look like you need to throw up." His brows furrowing concern telling her to go to the bathroom. Mina shoves the vomit baby onto Mics hands running to the bathroom.

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"Deku I've had this doll all day! Where do you keep running off to?"

"I'm so so sorry Ochaco! I promise ill help you," Deku looks guilty as he offers to hold the baby. It wasn't his fault, with this assignment All Might took the opportunity to help train Izuku now that everyone was distracted. The teacher were placing bets which pair would come out on top including betting to see if Bakugo and Y/n would get together. One of the reasons Nezu placed them together. Muahehe.

Deku felt afoul. Five classes already had past and Deku hadn't once helped her. "I'm sorry!"

"Its fine i know All Might has kept you busy but please remind him this is in pairs." Ochaco sighs out. She understood she really did. But its not like she wanted to do this in the first place. In fact she didn't. She was getting sick of this project and quiet frankly it was showing in their scores. The baby was down to 78 points from 100 because it was taking her longer to attend to it. One the other side she didn't think it was fair Deku got a good grade because she did all the work. She was content at failing them both. Clearly she was very annoyed.

She sees All Might peak out from a corridor and she shakes her head. Deku glances behind him and immiterdly looks at her. "I'm sorry."

She glares at him but before Deku can walk away she dumps the bag and baby in his arms. "Fair is fair Deku, its fine if ALL Might needs to talk to you or whatever but you're taking it with you this time."

"Oh uh yeah. Yes that's fair I'm sorry again ill see you last period okay," He stumbles out walking to All Might fidgety like always. Ochaco shakes her head sighing, "He can be so dense sometimes." She walks the other direction intending to take a long break.

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It took you and Katsuki the rest of the day to look for Hagakure and Iida. Two periods were spent with them hiding and both of you searching. Last period was about to start when you would need to turn in your dolls and Iida and Hagakure were nowhere to be found.

In the meantime in one of the hallways close to Clas 1A Iida was scolding Hagakure about the whole situation. "It was not correct to steal their baby Hagakure. Plus we skipped all of classes for this this is so irresponsive. "Ughh i know!" She whines.

"We must learn to love our child with all its faults, especially the ones we caused." Iida explains moving his arms around. Hagakure sighs shoulder deflating. "Mmh yeah your right Iida!"

Iida holds out his arms as Hagakure places the baby in them. "Shall we go look for Bakugo and Y/n?" Hagakure nods feeling bad she did that to you. You were her friend and were so kind and loving, always ready to help. Iida looks down at the down and something catches his eye, "I'm astonished at how high their points are though."

"Woah how is that possible?" Hagakure had gotten a chance to se their own points and it was below 60 but yours though? It still had a whopping 95. "Bakugo is so load and rough now way!"

Iida tilts his head fixing his glasses, "Yeah but Y/n has always managed to make him calmer."

"Their baby is surprisingly calm too," Hagakure points out as Iida nods agreeing with her. A sudden boom sounded nearby making both of them flinch.

"Foureyes you bastard!"

Katsuki and Y/n ran down the hall standing in front of them looking angry. Bakugo especially his quirks popping small explosions in his hands. "You give me back my daughter or i swear I'll blast both your asses-"

"Katsuki violence isn't necessary," You push at his arm walking in front of him. Hagakure nod vigorously afraid of Bakugo, so thankful you were here. She lets out a puff of breath body relaxing and Iida must admit he was also glad you were there. "Understand through words," You smile at the Kastuki still grumbling behind you before he notices you body twitch.

"You piece of shit!" Katsukis reflexes jump to action catching your waist before you can pounce. "Do you want me to fail-"

Iida and Hagakure thought to soon. Maybe Bakugo was rubbing off on you. "Here here," He passes you the doll back. You calm, Katsuki setting you down as you take the baby into your arms. You trade handing them their doll back saying, 'aww'. "Your baby is really calm."

Katsuki makes a tch noise with his tongue throwing an arm around your shoulder bringing you close to look down at the doll. It was still ugly he thought but it was yours in a way. "Yeah she's really sweet," You smile down at it Katsuki smirking.

'Okayyyy." Hakqagure looks around at the pda Bakugo was showing, as the bell rings. Students start to gather onside the classroom. Many passing all of you as you wait to wait in peacefully. Mina and Denki pass by arguing about the fact the Mina lost their baby and you all laugh. Pressing a hand to your mouth you couldn't help letting out a laugh. The assignment shouldn't have been hard as long as you worked with your partner and not dropped the doll. Like the egg project you all had in middle school. "Well the worst parents of UA just passed in front of us how irresponsible," Iida says shaking his head.

Denki suddenly rushes back taking the doll out of your grasp. You and Katsuki stare wide eye down the hall. "Come back here!" Breaking your stunned stance Katsuki chases after you not far behind.

Both spilling insults out of your mouths.

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Denki runs inside Class 1A throwing the baby on the table in front of Mr.Aizawa, Nezu and All Might. "Here's our child!" A buzzing noise going off.

"You do realize that's how lose you points?" Mr.Aizawa says tiredly. Most of the class was already inside seated, dolls returned and points on the board. Nezu turns from the board looking at Denki, "You must return your project with your assigned partner."

"Cant were divorced parents." The class laughs as Mina walks inside both of them turning away from each other dramatically. "Stop!" Walking inside with Katsuki on your side you both walk up to the teachers. "Mr.Aizawa that bay is not Denki's its mine," the whole class gasps as Aizawa brows raise. "This is much better than telenovelas," Principle Nezu exclaims clapping his small hands. All Might checks the wristband and your own before nodding agreeing that it infact was your baby.

"Okay its not my fault Mina lost our baby!"

"Hey! You left it all gross I wasnt going to touch it," Mina made a face sticking her tongue out. At that moment Iida and Hagakure enter the class their baby fully wrapped as they gently hand it to All Might.

"See now thats a good example of good parents." All Might gasps unwrapping the blanket seeing the damage done to the doll while Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose. Deku and Ochaco enter the later scolding him as they turn in the doll sitting in their seats.

"OOOH HOOOO look what I have!" Present Mic enters Class 1A holding a very dirty, vomiting baby. "MY BABY!!" Denki runs up grabbing the baby holding him close.

"Babies on the table," Aizawa says already done with this. Denki runs throwing it on the table and walks to his seat. Mina also sits already whining about not getting out of clean up duty. "Principle Nezu will check the scores the pair with the highest score gets out of clean up duty." Aizawa reexplains the rules while Nezu checked all the scores. "Hehehe," he laughs clearly happy with the results.

"The winners are Bakugo and Y/n!"

"HUHHHHH!"

The class immediately went to protest some complaining about not wining other confused about how on earth Bakugo won. Bakugo smirks crossing his arms as you smile happy to get out of clean up today. "Y/n and Bakugo your free to leave now while the rest of class stays behind to clean," Nezu raises a hand motioning to the door. Katsuki gets up waiting at the door for you. You grab your stuff walking to him hearing some more groans and whines as you giggle. Katsuki takes your bag throwing it over his shoulder walking beside you down the hall.

"So what do we do."

"I have an idea," he smirks grabbing your hand in his. Half way through the day he realized how strong his feelings for you were. He decided to take the leap and make sure he never hurts you. He'll do everything goes in his power not to fuck this up.

"How bout a date?"

the-prairies-calling-out

"Why do you buy books when the library is right there?"

Because publishing houses will not continue printing paper books if libraries are their only customers.

Also, I like being able to read at my leisure and generally have books at hand.

its-the-blob

#public libraries are good because they let people access books they might never otherwise read#private book ownership is good because it's Yours#physical books are good because they last a long time and again it's Yours#ebooks are good because you can fit a whole library into the physical space of a single book and they're cheaper to produce#audiobooks are good because they're accessible to people with eyesight or visual reading issues and leave your hands free#in conclusion: all books are good and people should enjoy them however and whenever they can#(lest it be misunderstood I agree with you completely OP I just also really like books in general and it got away from me)

YES. all books. every kind

yabagabagoo

husb! katsuki bakugo x wife! pro hero! reader headcanons

husb! katsuki who immediately joins the fight when the villain gets a little too close to hurt you (he has some spidey sense built in)

husb! katsuki who picks you up and blasts you off to the nearest medical help when you get injured

husb! katsuki who denies your marriage when he’s being bombarded with reporters, always shutting them away with a “fuck off, you nosy extras!” before blasting back to his agency

husb! katsuki who accidentally exposed your relationship together during an interview because he called you by his nickname for you instead of your hero name

husb! katsuki who immediately accepts any mission that involved you

husb! katsuki who claims he’s doing the bare minimum when really he’s doing the absolute most, just to flex (he did not need to blast that robber into the next prefecture)

husb! katsuki who sends his sidekicks to buy your merch at exact time the shop opens

husb! katsuki who actually doesn’t hate getting injured because it means you’ll tend to his wounds

husb! katsuki who needs your help to fix his tie whenever he has a press conference to attend (the reporter might’ve caught you fixing his tie behind curtains)

husb! katsuki who hoards your merch and keeps it all in a glass shelf in his office and has a built in switch to hide said shelf whenever you visit his agency

husb! katsuki who keeps an ID picture of you in his wallet and will literally combust if you find out

husb! katsuki who collects your hero cards, specifically buying the signed ones because he’s too embarrassed to admit he buys those shit and ask for your signature

husb! katsuki who insists on doing laundry-related chores because you ‘always do it wrong’

husb! katsuki who’s a good cook and loves to cook for you especially when you’re sick

husb! katsuki who watches your interviews on youtube repeatedly and even records the whole news session if you appeared in the news

husb! katsuki who scoffs when he sees comments under videos that are related to you because wdym “dynamight can’t handle allat”

husb! katsuki who yanks you close by the hem of your shirt and giving your ass a small spank when he’s in a playful mood

husb! katsuki who loves playing fight with you and bonus points if you get to straddle him

husb! katsuki who goes on jogs with you but feels slightly competitive and maybe starts to use his explosions to be faster than you because he’s petty like that

husb! katsuki who rarely goes on talk shows but only does when you’re invited with him

husb! katsuki who practically screeches at the interviewer but then softening up when he’s talking to you (this scene later trended with #dynadownbad)

husb! katsuki who’d create a fake account and fight with some random thirteen-year-old that commented ‘they kinda suck tho’ on your post

husb! katsuki who saves edits of you under a folder named ‘do not open’

husb! katsuki who isn’t scared to scare off reporters that bothers you, flipping them off casually followed by “you wanna fucking die?”

husb! katsuki who kisses you softly despite his rough exterior, softening up whenever he’s with you

esilek

bestfriend!katsuki says he’d marry you!

you and katsuki are sprawled out together on the couch, watching whatever action movie he had insisted on watching. at one point in the movie, a wedding scene began, and something popped into your head.

without looking away from the tv, “hey katsuki?”

“yeah?”

“who do you think you’re gonna end up with?” you ask.

he shoots you a look. “what’re you talkin’ about?”

“like! i dunno..” you pause, gesturing towards the tv. “like that. who you’ll marry someday.”

he shrugs and says simply: “figured it’d be you. if you don’t marry anyone else.”

you sit up and look at him, shocked. “what? why?”

his face is calm. casual. he looks at you, shrugging. “jus’ know. we already do all that dumb couple shit anyway. easy.”

you pause the tv. “that’s not how it works! it’s a for life commitment? until death do us part! you cant just—”

“it’s practical.” he cuts in. “I’d do all the cookin’, deal with everything, take care of you, then you can do whatever it is you do all day.”

you stare at him. “you’re not serious.”

he looks at you, “why wouldn’t I be? no point in lookin’ for something I already got.”

a nervous energy buzzed through you. “and what? we’d sleep in the same bed?”

he rolls his eyes, “we cuddle all the time, dumbass.”

you chime in. “it’s not the same!”

he smirks as you nod, slowly, barley taking in what he said. he nods back and unpauses the movie, like now its all decided. like its set in stone.

like he already has the ring.

.ᐟ

bugsu

BOOM

PAIRING: husband!katsuki bakugo x wife!reader

SYNOPSIS: a morning in the bakugo household with your 3 year old daughter

A/N: pure fluff

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mornings in the bakugo household were rarely quiet.

today was no exception.

“kats, she’s got your hair again,” you called from the kitchen, barely stifling a laugh.

bakugo appeared in the doorway, bleary-eyed and shirtless, his once-spiky hair now sticking in about twelve different directions. the tiny blonde currently perched on his shoulders had both fists tangled in it, giggling like it was the best toy in the world.

“i swear, this gremlin’s got a death wish,” he muttered, trying (and failing) to pry his daughter’s fingers free. “oi, let go before ya yank it all out!”

“boom!” she shouted instead, hands thrown in the air.

you snorted. “she learns from the best.”

he shot you a half-hearted glare, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him. “damn right she is. gotta teach her early so she doesn’t turn into a pushover like—”

“—like who?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“didn’t say anything,” he said quickly, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

you rolled your eyes, walking over to adjust the toddler’s pajamas. “you know she calls everything that sparkles a ‘boom,’ right? even the stars?”

bakugo looked up, his usual sharp edges softening instantly as he met his daughter’s bright red eyes—his eyes—wide and curious and full of life. “that so?” he murmured.

she babbled something incoherent, then reached down to pat his cheek, murmuring, “boom daddy.”

you covered your mouth to keep from laughing out loud, but bakugo’s face flushed scarlet anyway. “she’s not callin’ me that in public,” he grumbled.

“too late. it’s already stuck,” you teased. “boom daddy.”

he groaned, but the way he kissed the top of her head as he laid her on the couch said otherwise.

the three of you ended up on the couch. you curled against him, your head on his shoulder, and your daughter sprawled across both your laps, humming softly while she played with a stuffed toy.

“she gets quieter when you’re home,” you murmured, brushing your fingers through your daughter’s hair. “like she knows she can finally relax.”

bakugo tilted his head toward you, eyes soft. “guess she gets that from you.”

you smiled up at him, meeting that rare, unguarded expression he reserved only for you two. “you’ve changed a lot, you know.”

he snorted. “yeah, yeah.”

“you just learned how to love out loud.”

he was quiet for a long moment, thumb tracing slow circles over your palm. then, with a rough exhale, he muttered, “yeah, well. you two make it easy.”

outside, the morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in warmth. no explosions, no villains, no chaos. just the quiet heartbeat of family.

cathnospam

Bakugo doesn’t do hugs with people.

He doesn’t like them, he hated them as a child and he hates them at 25. People that just approach him with a hug always gets the worst end of it. Anybody (parents included) that came to him for a hug gets cursed the hell out and/or blasted off with his explosive hand.

However.

When you’re in your his bedroom and he sees you you’re immediately enveloped by some huge, warmed, scarred up limbs to hold you captive.

“Uh hello to you too.” You respond with a monotone, completely unfazed since this is nearly a daily routine since you let him start coming over your place more often. I mean it was bound to happen he has done everything but verbally stated he lives with you now since most of his clothes, costumes, and groceries stay with you.

Bakugo embraces your natural scent for a moment, it’s warm, comfortable, safe, like home to him.

and Bakugo his body was extremely comforting, like laying right beside a fireplace on a snowy night, he smelled of his natural musk and mint, and his breathing against your neck felt nice. Calming almost.

You just half smile when you do your lipgloss in the mirror glancing at his hands rubbing your hips and tummy. His presence was always so invasive, as if he knew nothing of personal space after screaming about it for years to his own peers.

With you though he knows no such thing.

“Hungry?” You snap your lipgloss shut, giving one last lip smack at your reflection to turn and face him, he rises up a little and looks down at you, eyes tired and droopy, still frowning with his bottom lip sticking out further than usual. You kiss it and he immediately retracts back into your neck for a tight hug.”H-hey big boy…” You giggle at his clinginess.

“Wanna order out? Or i can cook—“

“Shut up.”

“Uh excuse you.”

He grumbles and grabs your arms to wrap around his wide back, he’s so big your finger tips just barely touch each other around him, “Let me finish first….please.”

You had a mind to talk back, but you could feel his heart racing the tighter he gripped you, and the tone of his voice sounded weak…he really needed this hug despite not telling you why.

Bakugo has his days, and today was one of them, a day where he didn’t want anybody or anything, but your embrace. He still has a lot to learn about himself, such as why your presence relaxes him even though you still find a way to make him annoyed, but that’s for another day.

Bakugo doesn’t do hugs with people, but he does with you.

groundzeroswife

She's my wife first,

Bakugo Katsuki x Y/n ft. Your daughter

Bakugo knows—very clearly—that he used to beg for your attention.

Blatantly. Shamelessly. Loudly.

Back in U.A., before rings and vows and a shared last name, he’d glare at anyone who took too long talking to you. Hover too close. Make you laugh a little too much. He was terrible at hiding it. Everyone knew. You knew. He’d insist he wasn’t begging, but the way he leaned toward you, the way his voice softened only for you, the way he demanded your focus like oxygen—yeah. Begging.

He still is.

The only difference now is that he has competition.

Very small. Very sparkly. Very determined.

Your daughter does not ask for your attention politely. She claims it.

She wedges herself between you and Bakugo on the couch without apology, curls into your side like it’s her birthright, and hooks an arm around your waist.

“Mommy,” she says sweetly. Final. Possessive.

Bakugo clicks his tongue. “Oi. I was sitting there.”

She looks at him—your eyes, his glare. “Too slow.”

And just like that, it’s on.

If Bakugo kisses your cheek, she’s immediately climbing onto your lap, cupping your face with both hands. “Mommy, look at me.”

If he wraps an arm around your shoulders, she physically pries his hand off. “No touching. Mommy’s busy.”

“Busy with what?” he snaps.

“With me.”

He fumes. “You don’t own her.”

She gasps. Loud. Dramatic. “She’s my mommy.”

Bakugo scoffs. “She was my wife first.”

She plants her hands on her hips. “And now she’s my mommy.”

“That’s not how—”

You don’t even get to stop it. They’re already circling each other, both stubborn, both fiery, both utterly convinced they deserve all of you.

Bakugo glares down at his daughter. “Why are you policing how I treat my wife?”

She points at him like a tiny prosecutor. “You’re doing it wrong.”

“I’VE BEEN DOING IT SINCE BEFORE YOU EXISTED.”

“And I’m doing it better.”

She climbs higher into your arms, presses her cheek against your chest, and smiles smugly at him. Victory declared.

Bakugo opens his mouth to argue—then freezes.

Because she looks exactly like you.

Same face. Same expressions. Same little habits. But the way she clings to you? The way her eyes soften only for you? That part—that desperate, wholehearted love?

That’s his.

And it hits him every time.

Another moment: you’re in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. Bakugo steps behind you, arms slipping around your waist. Instantly—

“HEY.”

Your daughter appears like a summoned demon.

“No hugging Mommy from behind.”

Bakugo growls. “Why the hell not?”

“Because that’s sneaky.”

“It’s romantic.”

She squints. “I don’t like it.”

“YOU’RE FIVE.”

“So?”

She wedges herself between you again, tiny arms wrapping around your leg. “I hug Mommy.”

Later, when you’re tired and curled on the couch, Bakugo pulls your head gently to his chest. Your daughter climbs up too, plopping herself directly on top of him.

“Move,” he mutters.

“No.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Good.”

You laugh softly, and both of them immediately look at you—like the sound belongs to them. Like you belong to them.

Bakugo meets your daughter’s eyes. “Stop stealing my wife.”

She grins, all teeth and triumph. “You’re stealing my mommy.”

They pause. Stare.

Then—reluctantly, begrudgingly—Bakugo sighs and pulls both of you closer.

“Tch. Fine,” he mutters. “But I saw her first.”

Your daughter hums happily, already half-asleep. “We can share.”

Bakugo looks down at you—at her—at the two most important things in his world, and his chest aches in a way he never complains about.

Because he used to beg for your attention alone.

Now he gets to watch someone who looks like you, loves like him, fight just as hard for it.

And somehow…

he’s never felt more loved.

karikarasuno

bakugo’s toddler is unusually quiet somewhere in the house. so quiet bakugo panics. rushes to the play room from the kitchen in two seconds. some would assume he has a teleportation quirk the way he flies to check on his child.

what he finds is a mess. his child holding your makeup in tiny fists. lipstick, eyeliner, and liquid blush paint the wall right in front of his kid. and he’s frozen in the doorway. unsure what his next move should be. the only other person capable of stumping him like this is you.

you who will surely be upset when you come home from your errands to find the wall ruined and your makeup in complete disarray. but it’s fine. bakugo can fix this. he can replace your makeup. paint over the wall. and reprimand his chaotic toddler maybe even all before you come home. it’ll be fine.

except bakugo caves as soon as his child gives him the largest, toothiest grin. pride is etched in his baby’s tiny little face. woven into small shoulders and a rounded belly.

“look, mama pretty,” his baby says, holding up the red lipstick you’re fond of wearing. bakugo’s favorite on you. and points to the colors on the wall. he sighs, shoulders slumping forward as he picks his toddler up, swiping the makeup from a sweaty grip. resigned acceptance weighing over him.

“yup,” he says, taking in the sight before him, “mama pretty.”

and when you do come home, it’s to a napping baby, a grumpy husband, and a diy frame carefully hung on the wall to perfectly encapsulate your child’s art work.

and you can’t even be angry. not even in the slightest. and especially not when bakugo slides over his credit card wordlessly. almost ashamed.

“make sure to buy that lipstick i like,” he says gruffly, avoiding eye contact with you. “seems like the brat likes it too.”

mayoo00

Clingy .ᐟ

B.katsuki x Reader

Ever since you were babies, katsuki was stuck to your hip. He followed you around, wanted to play with you 24/7 and got angry when his parents said that you couldn’t come over for a day because you had to do something. There are few photos where Katsuki wasn’t holding your hand or standing a little too close to you.

It didn’t get better in elementary school, he also just stuck to you. He sat next to you, was your partner on every partner project and even protected you from any teasing from the other kids. He never let anyone get as close to him as you, you were the only one that he actually liked being around.

And now, you’re both in the first year of UA. Everyone was busy decorating their rooms,…well except for katsuki who helped decorating yours. He never really put up a wall between you guys, he never hid his emotions or anything. You two were too close to do that so he gave up before even trying, which meant that you knew he just wanted to spend time with you right now. He helped you carry your boxes around, move your furniture for the 5th time till you were happy with how it looked and gave his opinion on how to place things. Katsuki would never be like this with anyone else, you were the exception. But something was off about him today, he was much quieter…. too quiet.

„kats, are you okay?“

He had zoned out a few seconds ago, but your voice ripped him right out of it.

„yeah.. just tired.“

You saw right through it. His voice changed to the tone that he always used when he tried to brush things off.

Liar.

Something was definitely off. You had a feeling that it was because of you two being so close now, nearly living with each other considering your dorms weren’t that far away from each other.

It was useless to try and force it out of him, he’d just shut off completely.

Katsuki was deep in his thoughts again, so deep that he didn’t even notice you laying the thing you had in your hand on your bed and walking over to him. Only when you hugged him tightly did he come back.

It took a few seconds but he melted into the hug, maybe that’s all he needed sometimes.

Being close to you made his thoughts go quiet. You‘re the only person that could stop his brain from running at 130 mph constantly.

A/n: this sucks but it’s the only thing I can finish writing rn, pls bear with me.

kenforty

When you find out about your pregnancy, Bakugou is ecstatic, the prospect of being a father bringing out a new side of him. He becomes ten times more observant, more keen, more caring. He is cleaning up every nook and crany, softening every edge.

There is a pile of odd shaped pillows in the storage room, because he wanted you to sleep comfortably throughout the pregnancy. Extra shelf in the kitchen because, he chose to cook your cravings himself, pastel little notebook where he wrote recipes for baby food. The nursery already in work, drawers filled with hand-knitted sweaters, booties and scarfs.

All his clothes became yours by the 3rd trimester, choosing to be cozy in his over sized t-shirts. He was there whenever needed, rubbing your belly, massaging your feets, wiping up whatever atrocities you craved.

Though, he was sceptical of one thing, baby Bakugou was quite, you would feel the movement of the baby, and occasionally subtle kicks, but nothing like those videos showed of rough kicks and limbs bulging through the belly.

Bakugou knew he was a loud kid, running around, screaming at mild inconvenience, constant tantrums. Despite his uncertainties, he was prepared to handle a kid just like him.

But, when the babe is here, Katsuki's little boy, he is the most docile thing ever (but, his looks were all Bakugou, smooth blond hairs, cherry red eyes and chubbiest cheeks). Barely ever cries, only whines and coos when hungry, sometimes Bakugou worries he'll miss the sound of his baby so he'll go and check on him throughout the night.

Bakugou intended to call his son 'firecracker', something akin to himself. You call him blasty, and you were the one that called the little one, firecracker. But, the nickname that he settled on was peanut. He didn't know why, but that nickname stuck. You teased him endlessly, but he didn't bother changing it.

Little peanut was alot quieter than the ruckus Bakugou was expecting, all he needed was to be held, fed and sleep. Didn't cause any fus, didn't wail when waking up in the middle of the night, only light sniffles, as little baby shuffles around in crib.

This is a repost.

azzo0

Katsuki was absolutely heartbroken after finding out his little girl was having trouble socialising and making friends at school. He was mad at himself for not figuring it out sooner, but there were barely any signs. She was so excited to start school, skipping around in her lil uniform the night prior, trying on her school bag for the millionth time and asking him to help her put charms and keychains on it.

She was happy when he picked her up from school on her first day. In week two, she asked him to pack her extra lunch to share with her friends, but the lunch came home with only her portion finished. She told him her friends weren't hungry, and he brushed it off, not knowing there were no friends.

In week three, she asked him to buy her a DIY bracelet kit, and he got it for her, thinking she wanted to give them to her classmates, but he had no idea it was a desperate friendship offering from her side.

In week four, she wasn't excited to go to school anymore. She stopped packing her bag, pouted when he woke her up, and then one day, he found all the friendship bracelets she spent hours making inside her pencil case. That's when he caught on—his little girl was lonely.

ashthesalamipiece

Dad!Bakugo cursing, kids walking in on parents kissing, mild kissing, not proofread, established relationship, parents au, fluff, humour, flirting, a few crude words, implied smut

Atleast 18+

The living room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the TV, some mindless late-night action movie droning on with explosions that ironically reminded you of your husband. The kids, three of them, all mini versions of Katsuki with varying degrees of explosive tempers were finally, blissfully asleep upstairs. After a day of chasing them around, cleaning up quirk accidents (thank god for reinforced walls), and refereeing who got the last All Might fruit snack, you and Bakugo had collapsed onto the massive couch like survivors of a war.

You were tucked into his side, legs draped over his lap, wearing one of his old tank tops that hung loose on you and a pair of comfy shorts. Bakugo had one arm slung around your shoulders, the other lazily holding the remote. His blond hair was messy from running his hands through it all day, and he smelled like that stupidly expensive cologne he pretended he didn’t care about mixed with the faint scent of nitroglycerin sweat from training earlier. Domestic bliss, hero edition.

“Oi, this movie’s shit,” he grumbled, but didn’t change the channel. His fingers traced idle circles on your shoulder, rough calluses scraping lightly against your skin in a way that always sent little sparks through you.

“Yeah, but the explosions are kinda hot,” you teased, poking his side. “Reminds me of someone.”

“Damn right it does. I’m way better than that extra on screen.” He smirked, that signature cocky grin flashing in the flickering light.

The movie continued, but your attention was fading. Bakugo’s hand started drifting. Slowly at first, from your shoulder down to your arm, then to your waist. You didn’t think much of it, until it kept going lower. And lower. His palm slid over your hip, fingers brushing the hem of your shorts, inching toward the inside of your thigh.

You shifted a little, raising an eyebrow. “Katsuki…”

He didn’t stop. His hand crept even further, fingertips teasing the edge of your shorts, dangerously close to slipping underneath. The man had the audacity to look completely innocent while doing it, eyes glued to the TV like he wasn’t about to start something right there on the couch.

Another inch. His fingers brushed against the fabric between your legs, pressing just enough to make your breath hitch.

You grabbed his wrist, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “Stop trying to finger fuck me during the car chase scene, you horny gremlin.”

Bakugo froze for a split second, then burst out laughing, that deep, raspy bark of a laugh that always made your stomach flip. He turned his head to look at you, crimson eyes sparkling with mischief. “The fuck? I was just... adjusting. Yeah. Adjusting my hand.”

“Adjusting my ass,” you shot back, still holding his wrist but not really pulling it away. “We’ve got three kids asleep upstairs and you’re trying to turn the living room into a battlefield.”

He grinned wider, unrepentant. “Battlefield? Tch. I’d win that one too.”

Before you could retort, he shifted, pulling you closer so you were practically straddling his lap. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles. Then he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that started soft but quickly turned hungry. You melted into it, hands sliding up to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his black tank top.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against your mouth, voice low and rough. “Been thinkin’ about this all damn day. Those brats finally out cold... somethin’ special tonight, baby.”

Another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue tracing your lower lip before slipping inside. You sighed into it, fingers threading through his spiky hair.

“Gonna take my time with you,” he continued between kisses, grinning so wide you could feel it. “Make you scream my name so loud the neighbors think it’s a villain attack.”

Kiss. “But quieter. Can’t wake the fuckass kids.”

Kiss. “Though... part of me wants to see if I can make you louder than my explosions.”

You laughed breathlessly, nipping at his bottom lip. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Your idiot.” He rolled his hips up slightly, letting you feel exactly how into this he was. His hands slid under your tank top, palms hot against your bare skin. “Missed this. Just you and me, no tiny terrorists interrupting—”

As if the universe itself was a troll with perfect timing, the sound of small footsteps padded down the stairs.

You both froze mid-kiss, lips still touching.

“...Mama?”

The voice was tiny, sleepy, and belonging to your youngest, four-year-old Kouta, the one who looked like a carbon copy of Bakugo but with your eyes and an unfortunate habit of sleepwalking into awkward situations.

Bakugo’s eyes widened comically, his grin vanishing into a look of pure “oh shit” horror. You scrambled off his lap so fast you nearly face-planted, yanking your tank top down and smoothing your shorts like you’d just been caught robbing a bank.

Kouta stood at the bottom of the stairs in his All Might pajamas, rubbing his eyes with one fist while clutching a stuffed Dynamight plushie in the other. “I had a bad dream about... about the bad guy from the movie... Can I sleep with you and Daddy?”

Bakugo’s face went through about five stages of grief in two seconds. First denial (mouth opening and closing like a fish), then anger (at the universe, probably), then bargaining (silently cursing every deity), acceptance (slumping back against the couch with a defeated groan), and finally, explosive irritation.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” he muttered under his breath, low enough that only you could hear. Then, louder, forcing his voice into something almost gentle (which for Bakugo meant only mildly terrifying): “Oi, brat. Go back to bed. It’s late as hell.

Kouta’s lower lip wobbled. “But Daddy... the explosions... they were scary...”

You shot Bakugo a look that said “be nice or I’ll kill you myself” and opened your arms. “Come here, baby. Bad dreams suck, huh?”

Kouta toddled over immediately, climbing onto the couch and wedging himself right between the two of you like a tiny, explosive cockblock. He snuggled into your side, then looked up at Bakugo with those big innocent eyes. “Daddy, can you make the bad guys go boom in real life if they come?”

Bakugo pinched the bridge of his nose, "i was gonna come too" His other hand twitching like he wanted to set off a small explosion but couldn’t because, you know, child. “Yeah, whatever. I’ll blow up anything that tries to mess with you. Now shut your eyes and sleep, or I’ll... I’ll make you eat broccoli for breakfast.”

Kouta giggled sleepily, clearly not threatened. “You always say that but you never do... Mommy makes pancakes.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as Bakugo’s eye twitched. He draped an arm over the back of the couch, his hand subtly brushing your shoulder in a “this isn’t over” promise, while Kouta started drifting off again, mumbling something about “Daddy’s special moves.”

The movie was still playing in the background, now at some ridiculous slow-motion explosion scene that felt way too on-the-nose.

You leaned your head against Bakugo’s shoulder, whispering, “Something special tonight, huh? Looks like the special is a family cuddle session with a side of blue balls.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, but there was no heat in it. His lips twitched into a reluctant smirk. “Little shit has timing worse than Deku’s speeches. Tomorrow night... I’m setting up a damn barrier quirk around the bedroom. Or tying bells to their doors. Something.”

You snorted softly. “You’d blow the house up trying to baby-proof the sex life.”

“Worth it.”

Kouta stirred a little, sighing contentedly. “Love you, Mommy... Love you, Daddy... Even if you were wrestling on the couch...”

Bakugo’s face went beet red. “We weren’t–! Oi, you were supposed to be asleep, you damn spy!”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. Laughter bubbled up, shaking your shoulders as you tried to muffle it against Bakugo’s arm. He glared at you, but soon enough his own low chuckles joined in, careful not to wake the kid fully.

“Next time,” he whispered fiercely against your ear, his breath hot and promising, “we’re locking the damn door, blasting music, and I’m making good on that ‘something special.’ Even if I have to explode the hinges off later.”

“Romantic,” you whispered back, still giggling. “My hero.”

The three of you eventually settled in, Kouta snoring softly between you, the TV forgotten. Bakugo’s hand found yours over the back of the couch, squeezing once, twice. A silent “to be continued.”

And as the movie credits rolled, you couldn’t help but think: married life with Bakugo Katsuki was chaotic, loud, and frequently interrupted by tiny villains in footie pajamas... but you wouldn’t trade the hilarious cockblocks for anything.

Especially not when he leaned over later, once Kouta was fully out, and muttered, “Love you, dumbass. Even when the brats blue-ball us.”

“Love you too, you horny gremlin.”

The end... or at least until the next kid inevitably woke up.

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