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“The Janitor’s Closet Incident”
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Chaos, Parental Meltdown, The Fear of God™
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It started with a phone call.
You picked up. “Hello?”
“Hi, this is U.A. Junior High. We need to speak with Haruki’s parent or guardian. It’s… regarding an incident.”
You immediately sat up straighter. “Is he hurt?”
There was a pause.
“…No. But you might want to sit down anyway.”
---
Bakugo showed up to the school thirty minutes later, stomping through the front office like he was about to arrest someone. You trailed behind, apologizing for the murder energy radiating off your husband.
The principal met you both at the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo. Thank you for coming.”
“Where is he?” Bakugo growled.
The principal adjusted his tie, sweating slightly. “Uh, Haruki is in the guidance office. We… caught him in a compromising position.”
Bakugo’s eyes narrowed.
“Compromising how?”
The principal coughed. “He was found in the janitor’s closet… with a girl.”
Bakugo blinked. Slowly. Like his body had to buffer the information before rage kicked in.
“…I’m sorry. The WHERE?”
“We believe they were… kissing.”
Kissing.
You swore you could hear Bakugo’s soul leave his body.
---
Haruki sat in the guidance office with a cold compress on the back of his neck. Not because he was injured—because the sheer panic had made him sweat so hard the nurse got concerned.
You walked in first. “Sweetheart…”
He looked up like a deer caught in a nuclear explosion.
“M-Mom—I swear—we weren’t doing anything bad!”
“Closet, Haruki?” Bakugo thundered behind you. “The janitor’s closet?! What are you, a soap opera character?!”
Haruki practically jumped out of the chair. “We were just kissing! I didn’t even—I mean—it was only for like ten seconds and—”
“TEN SECONDS?!”
You gently pushed Bakugo back before he combusted. “Let’s take a breath.”
“No!” he snapped. “First he nearly gives me a heart attack with his ‘alone time,’ then I have to give him the world’s most traumatic sex talk, and now he’s reenacting Riverdamndale in the broom closet?! What’s next? A hotel room?! A BABY?!”
Haruki was turning colors.
“I’m not gonna be a dad! I’m a kid! I don’t even know how to do laundry!”
“Damn right you don’t!” Bakugo pointed a finger like it was a loaded weapon. “And if I ever catch wind of you kissing anyone again without supervision, I’m sending you to a monastery.”
“A what?!”
“You’ll have a vow of silence and a celibacy contract by Monday!”
You snorted trying to hold back laughter. “Okay, okay. Enough. We’ll talk about this at home.”
Bakugo leaned down, eye-level with Haruki. “Do you know what I used to do to pervy boys in high school?”
“Traumatize them?”
“Worse. I gave ‘em tips.”
“Wait—what?”
Bakugo smirked. “And then I traumatized ‘em.”
Haruki groaned. “I need a new family.”
---
Later that night…
Bakugo was pacing the kitchen. “A closet, babe. Like, with brooms and mops. That’s not even romantic!”
You sipped your wine. “Be glad it wasn’t the chemistry lab.”
Bakugo paused.
“…We’re homeschooling him.”
"Explosions of the Heart"
This one is rlly long😭
☆☆☆
The hospital reeked of antiseptic and tension. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead as Bakugo Katsuki paced the floor like a caged animal. His hands—usually steady in battle—trembled slightly. Outside the delivery room, his world was unraveling.
"Mr. Bakugo," the nurse called gently. "She’s in distress. We’re doing everything we can."
He didn’t answer. His crimson eyes were locked on the swinging double doors that had swallowed you hours ago.
You—his wife, his partner, the only person who could call him a dumbass and still get a smile out of him—were behind those doors. And you were fighting a battle even he couldn't charge into fists-first.
Twelve Hours Earlier
Your water had broken in the dead of night. You’d barely gotten a full sentence out before Bakugo was already tossing clothes into a bag and barking at the cab company over the phone. By the time you reached the hospital, contractions were tearing through you like lightning, each one worse than the last.
Something wasn’t right.
The baby was breach. Your blood pressure spiked. You were losing too much blood. They rushed you into an emergency delivery, voices sharp and fast. Bakugo hadn’t been allowed in.
Present
Time blurred. Katsuki hated feeling useless more than anything. He should be in there. He should be beside you, holding your hand, telling you it was going to be okay even if his chest felt like it was going to explode.
A sudden scream tore through the hall. Your scream.
His knees buckled. He hadn’t even heard himself move before he was slamming into the door, fists glowing faintly, ready to break it down—
"Sir!" a nurse barked, shoving him back. "You can't go in there!"
"That’s my damn wife!" he snarled. "Let me—"
The screaming stopped.
Too abruptly.
Bakugo froze. The world stopped moving.
Seconds felt like eternities until finally, the doors opened and a doctor stepped out, blood on her scrubs and exhaustion in her eyes.
"She’s alive," she said softly. "And so is your son. But it was close. Too close."
His legs gave out and he collapsed into the nearest chair. His hands covered his face as air finally returned to his lungs. Alive. You were both alive.
"You can see her now."
He stood shakily, pushing into the room. You looked like hell—pale, exhausted, barely able to lift your eyelids—but when you saw him, a weak smile curved your lips.
"You look like shit," you whispered.
A choked laugh escaped him. He grabbed your hand and pressed it to his lips. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, dumbass.”
Then he saw the tiny bundle in your arms. Wide red eyes—his eyes—blinked up at him.
"Hey, little guy," he said, voice thick. "You’re already causing trouble, huh?"
You laughed faintly, and Bakugo leaned in, touching his forehead to yours.
"Next time," he murmured, "we're adopting."
---
Two Weeks Later
You were finally home.
The scent of sterilized hospital air had been replaced by the warmth of your shared apartment, still littered with unopened baby gifts and half-assembled furniture. It felt surreal, like you had died and somehow gotten a second chance.
Katsuki hadn’t left your side since the hospital.
He’d been quieter than usual—not cold, but... different. Protective. Watchful. The explosions were fewer, the yelling almost nonexistent. And at night, when he thought you were asleep, you caught him just staring—at you, at the baby, at the scar the IV left on your hand.
Like he couldn’t believe either of you were still here.
You shifted slightly on the couch, wincing. Your body still ached like hell. The stitches, the swelling, the pressure—no one talked about how brutal recovery would be. You felt raw. Fragile.
"Katsuki," you called weakly.
He appeared instantly from the kitchen, a bottle in one hand and your pain meds in the other. "Need something?"
"Come sit with me."
He hesitated. "You’re still hurting. I don’t wanna crowd you."
You reached out, fingers curling in the air.
He sighed, set everything down, and slid onto the couch beside you. Carefully. Gently. You leaned your head on his shoulder, your newborn cradled against your chest, tiny breaths warm against your skin.
"He looks like you," you murmured.
"Poor brat," he said, but his voice was soft.
Your fingers laced with his.
"You’ve been quiet."
He didn’t answer for a long time. Then:
"You almost died." His voice cracked. “And I couldn’t do shit about it.”
You turned to look at him, eyes brimming. "But I didn’t. We didn’t. Katsuki, you didn’t leave me. Not for a second. That means everything."
He clenched his jaw. “I’ve fought villains who tried to kill me. I’ve been stabbed, exploded, buried under rubble. I can deal with that. But you, bleeding out and screaming and I couldn’t even touch you—” He broke off. “I’ve never been that fucking scared in my life.”
Tears slipped down your cheek, and you pressed your lips to his temple. “You’re here. I’m here. Our son’s here. That’s all that matters.”
He looked down at the sleeping baby, chest rising and falling in sync with yours. “He’s tiny.”
You smirked. “So were you. Until puberty hit like a damn truck.”
A reluctant chuckle rumbled from him. “If he has even half your stubbornness, we’re screwed.”
“Half yours, you mean,” you teased.
The room went quiet again. You nestled closer, letting yourself breathe in his warmth, his scent. Safe.
“I thought I was ready to be a dad,” he said suddenly. “I trained for it. Got the nursery set up, read every damn book. But the second they handed him to me, I realized I didn’t know shit.”
You smiled sleepily. “You’re already doing perfect.”
“You’re just saying that ‘cause I haven’t blown up a diaper yet.”
You both laughed—quiet, tired, and a little broken, but real.
He looked at you, really looked, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them.
“I love you,” he whispered.
You blinked. Bakugo never whispered.
“I love you too,” you whispered back, voice catching.
And for the first time in weeks, you both finally exhaled.
---
Three Months Later
“You sure you’re okay without me for a few hours?” you asked again, already halfway out the door.
Bakugo rolled his eyes, baby monitor clipped to his sweatpants, your son strapped into a carrier on his chest like a slightly confused koala.
“D’you think I can’t handle him or something?” he grumbled.
“I think he shat through three outfits before noon yesterday, and you nearly declared war on baby wipes.”
Katsuki scowled. “One time.”
“One time per diaper.”
You kissed his cheek before he could argue, smirking. “You’ll be fine, Dad of the Year.”
The door clicked shut behind you.
And just like that… it was quiet.
Bakugo glanced down at the wide-eyed little boy strapped to his chest. “Alright, kid. Just me and you.”
The baby blinked, then made a soft gurgling noise.
“You better not be loading your diaper already.”
**
The first twenty minutes went smooth. Katsuki heated a bottle with military precision, burped the baby like a pro, and even played peekaboo without blowing anything up.
Then the baby started crying.
Loud.
Katsuki checked the diaper. Clean. Tried feeding him. Refused. Burping? Nothing. Pacifier? Launched like a missile.
“Are you broken?” he hissed, bouncing him awkwardly.
The baby wailed louder.
Bakugo, future Number One Hero, demolisher of villains, destroyer of fear itself… was being absolutely obliterated by a 12-pound infant.
“Alright!” he shouted over the crying. “You win, gremlin!”
He tried the ultimate move: laying on the couch with the baby on his chest, just like you did.
It worked. Instant silence.
“…Seriously?”
Tiny fingers gripped the collar of his shirt, and the baby let out a satisfied sigh, snuggling deeper against him.
“Tch. You just wanted to lay on me, huh?” Katsuki mumbled. “Clingy little nerd.”
He didn’t move. Not even when his phone buzzed. You’d texted: Everything okay?
He snapped a photo of his son sleeping peacefully on his chest and sent it back.
We’re good. Don’t rush.
He stared at the photo for a long time, warmth blooming in his chest. The kid looked so much like you when he was relaxed. And Katsuki realized something he hadn’t said out loud yet.
He loved this.
Being a dad.
The mess, the noise, the confusion—it was all chaos he could handle if it meant protecting you and this little bean.
“You’re not that bad, y’know,” he muttered. “Might even grow up to be cooler than me.”
The baby snorted in his sleep.
“Yeah, alright, don’t push it.”
**
When you walked in an hour later, you found them both fast asleep—Katsuki snoring, the baby drooling on his chest, one tiny fist tangled in his dad’s ash-blond hair.
You smiled and quietly snapped a photo.
The caption would read: My boys. Chaos level: manageable.
For now.
---
Ten Months Later
Your son had started babbling a while ago, but it was mostly incoherent nonsense—"ba-ba," "da-da," the occasional squeal that sounded like a baby pterodactyl mid-meltdown.
Katsuki had been watching him like a hawk, waiting for the first real word. It had practically become a competition between you two—who would he say first? "Mama" or "Dada"?
Katsuki refused to lose.
“You know I carried him for nine months, right?” you said, folding laundry one afternoon.
“Yeah, and I carried your ass through every post-labor breakdown, so I’d say we’re even,” he grunted, ruffling your son’s spiky blond hair as he sat chewing on a toy grenade (definitely plastic).
Your son looked up at him with wide, mischievous eyes and suddenly let out a loud, clear—
“Boom.”
Silence.
You blinked. “Did he just—?”
Katsuki’s eyes widened. “No. No way. Say it again, brat.”
The baby giggled. “Boom!”
“Oh my god.”
Katsuki stood there frozen for a moment, and then his mouth curled into the smuggest grin you’d ever seen.
“That’s my boy.”
You threw a sock at his face. “Katsuki, his first word was ‘boom.’”
“I’m proud as hell.”
“He’s not a grenade!”
“He’s mine, so yes, he is.”
Your son squealed again. “Boom!”
Now he was bouncing.
“Stop encouraging him!” you said, even though you were trying not to laugh.
Bakugo squatted beside him and bumped their foreheads together gently. “Boom, huh? You’re gonna be a damn legend.”
You shook your head in disbelief, watching your two pyro-twins grin at each other like chaos incarnate.
Katsuki looked up at you, full of fire and affection. “Guess we know what kind of quirk he’s leanin’ toward.”
You groaned. “We are so not baby-proofed for explosions.”
Katsuki smirked. “Guess I better teach him control before he blows up the crib.”
Your baby babbled happily between them again. “Boom!”
Yeah. You were definitely raising a little dynamite.
And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.
---
Age: 2 Years, 3 Months
Your son’s first day of daycare was supposed to be normal.
You’d packed his snacks, extra clothes, diapers, wipes, and left strict instructions that he was “sweet, a little stubborn, and very attached to his Bakugou-brand plushie.”
You also wrote in bold: “If he gets upset, avoid loud noises. They tend to... backfire.”
The teacher smiled politely. “We’ve handled all kinds of quirks. Don’t worry.”
You didn’t.
Until the phone call.
Three hours later.
Bakugo answered it on speaker.
“Hello, this is—uh—Miss Hikari from Little Hero Steps Daycare. We have a small situation.”
Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “Is he hurt?”
“No! No, he’s fine. Perfectly fine. A little excited, actually…”
Your stomach dropped.
“…but the plastic slide may have, um... detonated.”
Katsuki let out a low snort. “He blew up the slide?”
“It was only the top half,” she added quickly. “And technically, it was more of a pop than a boom.”
You could feel Katsuki’s pride from across the kitchen.
“Are the other kids okay?” you asked, horrified.
“Yes! No injuries. He wasn’t upset, just… showing off. He said ‘Boom!’ and then—”
“That’s my son,” Bakugo said, folding his arms with a smug little smirk.
You elbowed him. “That is not a good thing.”
“Didn’t say it was bad either.”
**
When you arrived at the daycare, your son was sitting on a beanbag with three teachers around him—like he was some kind of dangerous celebrity.
His hair was wild, his cheeks were smudged with soot, and he looked way too pleased with himself.
“Mommy! Daddy!” he yelled, running over and nearly tripping on his own feet.
“Hey, you little menace,” Katsuki muttered, picking him up.
“Boom!” he chirped proudly, like it was his name.
One of the teachers came over, cautiously.
“We think his quirk is starting to develop. It’s... early, but very similar to yours, Mr. Bakugo.”
Katsuki beamed. “Damn right it is.”
You groaned. “Please tell me we’re not banned.”
The teacher laughed nervously. “No—though we’re investing in more fireproof playground equipment starting immediately.”
**
That night, after your son was passed out in his crib, soot still faintly dusting his forehead, you collapsed on the couch.
“He’s gonna be a handful,” you murmured, resting your head on Katsuki’s chest.
“Yeah,” he muttered, stroking your hair. “He’s gonna be a hell of a hero too.”
You smiled, eyes drifting closed as you listened to your husband’s heartbeat under your cheek—steady, strong, and forever explosive.
Just like the little boy down the hall.
---
You were pregnant. Again.
You hadn’t meant for it to happen quite so soon—not when your firstborn was still blowing up laundry baskets for fun and calling it “training.”
But the second those two pink lines appeared, your stomach flipped. Part nerves. Part excitement. And a lot of “oh god, how is Bakugo going to react?”
**
You told him on a quiet evening. Your son was asleep (finally) and the living room still smelled faintly of scorched Play-Doh.
You sat beside him, heart racing.
“I’m pregnant.”
Bakugo blinked. He looked at you. Then at your stomach. Then back at you.
“…Are you sure?”
You nodded, biting your lip.
He leaned forward slowly, resting a hand on your thigh like he thought the couch might explode.
“Holy shit.”
You laughed. “That’s… not the response I expected.”
He stared at your stomach for a long time before finally saying, softly, “You okay with this?”
“I’m scared. But yeah. I want this.”
He nodded, jaw tightening. “You nearly died last time.”
“I know.”
“You think I can do this again?” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “What if I lose you this time?”
You reached for his hand. “Then you hold me tighter and fight harder.”
Bakugo clenched his fists, then gently rested one palm on your belly.
“…You better be a chill baby,” he muttered. “I can’t handle two demolition experts at once.”
**
Your son found out a week later when he walked into the kitchen, pointed to your tiny bump, and said:
“BOOM 2?”
You choked on your orange juice. Katsuki burst out laughing.
From that point on, the baby was Boom 2 to him.
**
As the months passed, your second pregnancy felt... different. Easier in some ways, harder in others. Your son was older now, talking more, asking endless questions.
“Did I live in your belly too?”
“You did, baby.”
“Was I loud?”
“You screamed the whole time.”
He nodded proudly. “Boom!”
Katsuki didn’t stop worrying. Not for a second. Every time you winced, he was at your side. Every time you had a check-up, he came. He argued with nurses over your chart. Practically threatened the OB into promising you a safer delivery plan.
“I lost my shit once,” he told the doctor. “I’m not doing that again.”
**
One quiet night, a few weeks before your due date, he crawled into bed behind you and wrapped his arms around your belly, pulling you gently against his chest.
“Still scared,” he whispered against your skin.
“I know,” you whispered back.
“But I want this. I want all of this. You, him”—he nodded toward your sleeping toddler down the hall—“and this tiny bomb too.”
Your heart melted.
“I want them to know they’re loved,” he added, voice thick. “No matter how loud, or messy, or crazy it gets.”
“They’ll know,” you promised, turning to kiss him softly. “Because they have you.”
Katsuki didn’t answer. He just held you tighter, his hand on your belly.
And somewhere inside, Boom 2 kicked like they were already ready to make an entrance.
Just like their brother.
Just like their dad.
---
It started with a kick.
Not just any kick—one that rocked your whole body at 3:12 a.m.
You groaned, gripping the edge of the bed.
Katsuki shot up like a soldier under fire.
“Contraction?” he barked.
“Yep,” you hissed, breathing through it.
He was already moving—bag in hand, grabbing your shoes, shouting toward the baby monitor: “Stay asleep, Boom #1!”
**
This time around, the doctors were ready. And so was Katsuki.
Still, even as they guided you into the labor room, he was white-knuckling the edge of your bed, eyes locked on you like if he blinked, you’d vanish.
You reached for him.
“I’m okay,” you said between waves of pain. “I’m okay.”
“I’m not letting go of you this time,” he muttered, voice low, jaw clenched.
And he didn’t.
Not when your screams broke through the walls.
Not when the monitors started beeping faster.
Not when the doctor said, “We need to move quickly—cord’s wrapped.”
He held your hand through it all. Pressed his forehead to yours. Whispered every curse word in the book, followed by: “You’ve got this. You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever met.”
And when the final cry rang out—
A high, sharp wail that cut through the air like lightning—
Bakugo exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for nine months straight.
“She’s perfect,” the nurse whispered.
“She?” you breathed, dazed.
Katsuki blinked. “A girl?”
They placed her on your chest—tiny, red, angry as hell. She immediately latched onto your hospital gown like she was ready to fight the world.
You laughed through tears. “She’s already like you.”
Katsuki stared at her.
Just stared.
His eyes—those wild, stormy eyes—were wide and full of wonder.
“You’re kidding me,” he whispered. “I’ve got a daughter.”
You reached for his hand. “You’ve got us.”
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your daughter’s.
“I swear on my damn life,” he whispered, “no one’s ever gonna mess with you.”
She let out a fierce little squeak.
And he smiled, completely undone.
**
An hour later, you were resting, and he was sitting by the bed with your baby girl tucked into the crook of his arm.
“Name?” you asked, eyes heavy but heart full.
He looked down at her, then at you.
“What about Kaori?” he said. “Strong. Bright. Means fragrance or light.”
You smiled. “Kaori Bakugo. It’s perfect.”
And for the first time that night, the hospital room felt still. Safe.
Because no matter how explosive your little family was becoming—
It was built on something unshakable.
Love. Fire. And a whole lot of Boom.
---
Two days after Kaori’s birth, you came home—sore, exhausted, but glowing. Kaori was tiny, sleepy, and wrapped like a burrito in her fuzzy explosion-patterned blanket that Katsuki insisted she wear home.
Your front door creaked open slowly.
Bakugo carried Kaori in with terrifying precision, like she was made of nitroglycerin.
Inside, your two-year-old son was standing barefoot in the hallway—holding a plastic grenade in one hand and a drawing in the other.
“Mommy!” he shouted, running at you.
You caught him one-armed, lifting him up, groaning slightly. “Easy, baby.”
Katsuki stood back, rocking gently with Kaori in his arms. “Hey, Boom #1,” he said softly. “Wanna meet your sister?”
Your son blinked, looking at the tiny pink bundle.
“That’s her?”
“Yup.”
“She looks squishy.”
“She is,” you said, chuckling. “Gentle, okay?”
He padded over on tiptoes, peering up at her like she was some sort of sacred relic.
“…She doesn’t go boom?”
“Let’s hope not,” Katsuki muttered.
“She’s your baby sister,” you explained. “Her name is Kaori.”
He tilted his head. “Can I keep her?”
Katsuki smirked. “She’s not a pet.”
“But I love her already,” your son said proudly. Then leaned close and whispered (as if it were a spell): “Boom.”
Kaori stirred slightly… and farted.
A loud one.
Your son lost it.
“SHE DOES BOOM TOO!” he screamed.
Katsuki nearly dropped her from laughing so hard. “Oh god. She’s already like you.”
**
You all settled in the living room. Kaori slept peacefully on Katsuki’s chest while your son built a pillow fort and declared it the "Boom Base."
“She can live in the base with me,” he announced.
“She’s not old enough for base life yet,” you said.
“I’ll protect her,” he added matter-of-factly. “From monsters. And spiders. And broccoli.”
You looked over at Katsuki, who was watching the two of them with a look you’d only ever seen twice before: once on your wedding day, and once when your son took his first steps.
“Didn’t think I could love more than I already did,” he murmured. “But damn.”
You scooted closer and leaned into him, Kaori safe between you.
“Looks like we’re officially a team of four.”
“Correction,” Katsuki said. “We’re a squad.”
A very loud, occasionally explosive, wildly chaotic squad.
And honestly? You wouldn’t trade it for the world.
"Thin Walls – No Restraint”
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit / NSFW (18+)
Setting: UA Dorms – Bakugo’s Room
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, possessive!Bakugo, semi-public risk (thin walls), marking, dirty talk, light biting, aftercare implied
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Bakugo didn’t waste time once the door clicked shut behind you. His mouth was on yours in seconds, hot and urgent, lips crashing with the kind of hunger he never let anyone else see. Only you.
You barely got a breath in before he pinned you against the door, big hands sliding up under your shirt like he owned you.
Maybe he did.
“You been lookin’ at me like that all night,” he murmured against your mouth, hands gripping your thighs, lifting you until your legs wrapped around his waist. “You knew exactly what you were doin’.”
You laughed breathlessly, cupping the back of his neck. “Maybe I did.”
“Brat,” he growled, slamming his mouth to yours again.
He carried you across the room like you weighed nothing, tossing you onto the bed with a bounce. His shirt was gone in seconds, and you sat up on your knees, yanking yours over your head. His eyes devoured you—like he was starving—and the second you were bare before him, he was on you again, hands roaming, mouth trailing hot, open kisses down your neck, your chest, your stomach.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he muttered, fingers hooking under your waistband. “Spread out for me. Just for me.”
You arched your back as he yanked your underwear down, baring everything to the air and his hungry eyes.
“Fuck,” he hissed, gaze dark and wild. “You’re already wet.”
“Can you blame me?” you whispered, pulling him back down by the waistband of his pants. “You’re so damn hot when you’re possessive.”
That broke something in him.
He shoved his sweats down just enough to free himself, thick and hard and already leaking for you. You reached down to stroke him, but he grabbed your wrist.
“No time,” he gritted out. “Need to be inside you. Now.”
You moaned as he lined himself up, dragging the swollen head through your slick folds, teasing your clit before slowly pushing in. Stretching you. Filling you.
“Oh my god, Katsuki—” your voice cracked as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours.
“You feel that?” he growled, already thrusting, slow and deep. “Feel how perfect you are for me?”
You couldn’t answer. Not with how he was moving—controlled, deliberate, hips snapping into yours with every stroke that sent pleasure spiking through your veins.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, echoing loud through the thin walls. You heard a voice faintly—maybe Kaminari—yelling something.
Bakugo didn’t stop.
“Let ‘em fucking hear you,” he rasped, reaching down to grab your thigh, throwing it over his shoulder for a deeper angle. “Let ‘em know who makes you scream.”
You did.
You cried out his name, nails digging into his arms, legs trembling as he pounded into you with a pace that made your body shake. The headboard slammed into the wall once. Twice. Rhythmically.
“Katsuki—please—I’m gonna—!”
“Do it,” he snapped. “Cum for me. Now.”
He dropped his hand to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, and it tipped you over the edge hard. Your whole body arched, muscles clenching tight around him, toes curling as you cried out his name loud enough that the people next door probably dropped their drinks.
“Fuck, fuck, that’s it,” he snarled, hips stuttering. “You’re so fuckin’ tight when you cum—shit—”
He drove into you one last time and let go, spilling deep inside you with a rough groan, biting into your shoulder as his body trembled over yours.
The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sweat and sex, and somewhere in the distance—a loud bang on the wall.
“Shut up!” Kaminari’s voice rang through the dorms.
Bakugo laughed—actually laughed—low and smug, rolling off you and dragging you onto his chest.
“Worth it,” he muttered.
You grinned, tracing lazy circles on his skin. “Definitely worth it.”
---
“Red Marks and Red Faces”
The locker room buzzed with post-mission chatter, half-dressed pro-heroes in various states of undress switching from their hero gear to their casual uniforms. Katsuki Bakugou, still sweaty and irritable from the high-intensity patrol, yanked his tank top over his head and tossed it into his locker.
That’s when it happened.
“Yo, Bakugou,” Kirishima’s voice piped up behind him. “What the hell happened to your back?”
The room seemed to fall into a hushed pause, the question hanging in the air like a live wire. Katsuki stiffened, jaw tightening as he slowly turned to glare over his shoulder.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
But Kirishima was already pointing. “Dude. Your back. It looks like you wrestled a damn wildcat.”
Bakugou blinked, confused for a split second — until the faint burn of the scratches reminded him exactly what Kirishima was talking about. Red marks. Thin, angry lines trailing across his shoulder blades and down his spine. Not deep enough to scar — but definitely obvious. And definitely not from any villain fight.
Kaminari, half in his shirt, leaned over to look. “Whoa. Are those… scratch marks?” He grinned. “Wait, wait — no villain did that. That looks personal.”
Bakugou growled, jerking his shirt from the locker and yanking it on.
“They’re from the last fight,” he muttered.
But it was too late. Sero was laughing now. “Nah, man. That’s not battle damage. That’s some bedroom battle damage.”
Kirishima’s eyes went wide in realization. “Wait. You’ve got a girlfriend, don’t you?”
Bakugou didn’t answer. His ears were already glowing red.
Kaminari gasped like he was on a soap opera. “Was it the girl you brought to the agency event? The one with the cute smile? Damn, Bakugou, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Sero smirked. “Scratch marks like that? She must’ve had a good time.”
“Shut the hell up!” Bakugou snapped, finally losing it, his voice echoing through the locker room. “Mind your damn business!”
But even as he barked at them, his mind flickered back to the night before — your nails raking down his back, breathy moans, the way you whispered his name like a secret only meant for the dark. He hadn’t even felt the scratches in the moment.
He cursed under his breath.
Sero leaned in with a teasing nudge. “Tell her next time to be gentle, man.”
Katsuki shoved him off. “You’re lucky I don’t blow your damn face off.”
Kirishima chuckled and gave him a fist bump on the way out. “No shame, bro. Just maybe bring some aloe next time.”
Left fuming and red-eared, Bakugou slammed his locker shut, muttering under his breath. Still, as he left the room, a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Because the truth was — he didn’t mind the scratches.
Not one damn bit.
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No Time Like a Bad Time
Pairing: Bakugo x Reader
Rating: Mature / Explicit (soft smut, implied sex)
Setting: Bakugo's bedroom, evening
Tags: NSFW, semi-public risk, parental interruption, heavy makeout, implied penetration, humor
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You never made it to the bed.
Your back was against his bedroom wall, legs around his waist, shirt lost somewhere near the door. Bakugo’s mouth was hot and possessive, hands rough as they slid up your thighs, pushing your underwear aside without a second thought.
“Couldn’t wait,” he growled, voice hoarse as he pressed his hips forward, teasing you with slow, maddening friction. “You come over lookin’ like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself?”
You moaned into his neck, fingers tangled in his hair. “We’re gonna get caught…”
“Don’t care.” His hand slipped between your bodies, and the next thing you knew, he was inside you in one slow, claiming thrust.
Your breath hitched, head falling back against the wall as he rocked into you, steady and deep. “Fuck,” you whispered, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Katsuki…”
“That’s right,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Say my name again.”
You were gasping against his mouth, trying to keep quiet, trying and failing. The heat between you was dizzying, his breath ragged in your ear, the sound of skin on skin filling the room—
And then the door slammed open.
“Hey, Katsuki, have you—”
Mitsuki’s voice froze mid-sentence.
You both froze too. Bakugo still inside you, your legs locked around him, his hand gripping your ass, both of you wide-eyed like deer in headlights.
Masaru’s horrified gasp came from behind her.
Bakugo didn’t even turn around. He just rested his forehead on your shoulder and let out the most exhausted sigh of his life. “…Fucking hell.”
You scrambled to yank the nearest blanket off the bed to cover yourself, but there was no real saving this moment.
Mitsuki’s scream could’ve shattered glass. “ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! IN MY HOUSE?! WHILE I’M HOME?! WHAT THE FUCK, KATSUKI?!”
Masaru was already halfway down the hall, muttering something about trauma and therapy.
“OUT!” Bakugo barked, voice cracking like an explosion. “GET OUT!”
“YOU BETTER BE USING A CONDOM!” she shrieked before slamming the door shut with enough force to shake the walls.
Silence.
You blinked up at Bakugo, still inside you, still panting, both of you stunned into stillness.
“…So,” you said, barely able to look at him, “do we finish… or cry forever?”
He groaned. “Gimme ten seconds to reset my soul.”
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You woke up in Bakugo’s bed tangled in sheets and shame.
The sunlight coming through the window was soft. The room still smelled faintly of sweat and skin and sex. Katsuki was still asleep, one arm draped lazily across your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
You considered pretending you were dead. That seemed easier than walking downstairs and facing the two people who had literally walked in on you mid-thrust less than twelve hours ago.
But then—like a horror movie jump scare—you heard Mitsuki yell from downstairs:
“BREAKFAST’S READY, YOU TWO! AND YOU BETTER COME DOWN FULLY DRESSED!”
Bakugo groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. “Nope. I’m faking my death. Tell my mom I’m gone. Left the country.”
You shoved his shoulder. “We have to go. If we don’t, it’ll somehow get worse.”
“I literally had my dick out when she walked in. It can’t get worse.”
You were wrong.
It got worse.
The moment you stepped into the kitchen, Masaru nearly choked on his coffee and refused to make eye contact with either of you. Bakugo kept his head down like a dog in trouble. You sat across from Mitsuki, who smirked like she’d been waiting her entire life for this moment.
“So…” she began, sipping her tea. “Did we have a good night?”
You choked on your juice.
Bakugo snapped, “MOM.”
“Oh relax. I’m not mad anymore,” she said cheerfully, piling eggs onto your plate. “Traumatized, sure. But it’s not like I didn’t know my son was sexually active. He’s loud enough when you’re not here.”
Masaru made a whimpering noise and physically left the room.
You wanted to melt into the chair and disappear.
“Katsuki, I hope you’re not just going at it raw like some idiot. I didn’t raise a dumbass.”
“I—what the hell kind of conversation is this?” Bakugo snapped, ears red. “Stop talking about my dick at the breakfast table!”
“I wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t been using it in front of me!” she shot back.
You slowly, silently put down your fork. “I’m… gonna go. Pack my stuff. Change my name. Maybe flee the country.”
Mitsuki smiled sweetly. “Take your time, sweetheart. You were excellent under pressure.”
You didn’t come back for breakfast again for two months.
“Explosive Encounters (of the Gassy Kind)”
Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff / Humor / Domestic Shenanigans
Warnings: Baby farts, mild language, Bakugo being Bakugo
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You always knew Bakugo Katsuki had nerves of steel. After all, the man faced down villains without flinching, ran toward explosions like they were a minor inconvenience, and had the patience to deal with Deku daily. But today? Today was the true test of his endurance.
It started off sweet. Your three-week-old baby boy—chubby cheeks, tiny fists, and a surprisingly strong pair of lungs—was swaddled like a burrito and cradled in Bakugo’s arms. You were sipping lukewarm tea on the couch, watching your man try to lull your son into a nap with surprisingly gentle bouncing motions.
“See?” you smirked. “You’re a natural.”
“Tch. Of course I am. It’s not hard,” he grumbled, rocking side to side. “He even stopped cryin’. I’m a damn baby whisperer.”
And then it happened.
Pffffft.
It was soft, wet, and unmistakably dangerous. The air around Bakugo visibly shifted like a scene from a nuclear fallout.
His eye twitched.
“…Did that little monster just—?”
You clapped a hand over your mouth, stifling laughter. “Oh my god. I think that one came with a warning label.”
The baby squirmed in his arms, making a satisfied little grunt like he’d just claimed dominance over the household. Bakugo held him out at arm’s length like he was handling a ticking time bomb.
“You little gremlin,” he muttered. “You tryna gas me out of my own damn home?”
You doubled over in laughter as another pttbbt sounded off like a war horn from the baby’s backside.
“Again?!” Bakugo snapped, staggering back like he’d taken a direct hit. “What the hell are you feeding him?!”
“Tiny amounts of justice and breastmilk,” you managed through your giggles.
The baby cooed, clearly proud of himself.
“He’s mocking me,” Bakugo growled. “He knows what he’s doing.”
“I think he’s trying to bond with you.”
“He’s assaulting me.”
You got up and took your son from him, still laughing. Bakugo immediately started fanning the air around him like it was toxic gas. “I’ve smelled sewer leaks better than that.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And yet you fought sludge villains.”
“I’d take sludge over that any day.”
You nestled the baby against your shoulder, who let out a tiny burp followed by one last triumphant toot. Bakugo stared in pure disbelief.
“That’s it. I’m getting him little explosion onesies that say ‘My Quirk is Farting.’”
You grinned. “Matching ones for Daddy too?”
His glare could’ve leveled buildings. “You do not get to call me that after what just happened.”
But despite the threats and dramatic retching noises, he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple—and another to your gassy baby boy’s head, muttering, “You better grow outta this, punk.”
Spoiler alert: He didn’t. But Bakugo loved him anyway. Even if he had to wear nose plugs during tummy time.
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"Hold On, I'm Here"
Genre: Angst / Comfort / Family
Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader
Summary: The happiest moment of your lives turns into a nightmare when unexpected complications arise during childbirth. Bakugo is forced to face the terrifying possibility of losing the woman he loves.
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The sterile smell of the hospital was suffocating. Katsuki paced the hallway like a caged animal, fists clenched, the roar of his heart louder than any explosion he'd ever caused. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios.
You'd gone into labor earlier than expected. Everything had seemed fine—until it wasn’t.
“She’s not dilating properly. We may need to perform an emergency C-section,” the doctor had said, face tight with concern.
Bakugo had never felt this powerless. Not during the toughest missions, not even when he'd nearly died. Nothing compared to this: waiting, helpless, as the woman he loved fought for her life behind closed doors.
“Bakugo-san?”
His head snapped up. A nurse stood in front of him, eyes gentle but serious.
“She’s still in surgery. There were complications with the placenta… she's lost a lot of blood, but we’re doing everything we can.”
He didn’t respond at first. Just stared. Then, he nodded, jaw clenched so tight it ached.
"She’s strong," he muttered under his breath. "Damn strong."
Time lost meaning.
Finally, hours later, they let him in. You were pale, hooked up to machines, a faint beep echoing in the room. But your chest was rising. You were breathing. Alive.
And in a tiny bassinet nearby—a small, wriggling bundle with a shock of your hair and his eyes.
Katsuki stood frozen for a moment, looking at both of you.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he whispered as he sat beside your bed, gently taking your hand. “Don’t ever do that again.”
Your eyelids fluttered open, weak but there.
“Katsuki…”
“Yeah. I’m here. We’re okay. You're okay.”
He brought your hand to his lips, letting the tears fall freely now. You’d made it. Barely. But you’d made it.
And so had your family.
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The hospital room was quieter now, filled with only soft beeping and the occasional squeak from the baby in the bassinet. You were still sleeping, recovering from the blood loss and surgery. Bakugo hadn’t moved from your side.
Except when the baby cried.
It startled him at first—the small, angry wail from something so tiny. Katsuki looked down at the bundle with wide eyes.
“Tch… what the hell do you want now?” he muttered, reaching into the bassinet with the same care he’d handle a bomb.
He picked the baby up, awkwardly at first, cradling her against his chest. She was so warm. So fragile. It made his heart squeeze in ways he didn’t expect.
“Yeah, yeah, I got you,” he grumbled, though his voice was much softer than usual. “You better not get used to cryin’ just to get picked up.”
She kept crying.
“…Okay, maybe you’re hungry or somethin’. I dunno. No one gave me a damn manual on how to be a dad.” He glanced toward the sleeping figure of you, lips pressed tightly. “You’d know what to do. You always know.”
Eventually, with the help of a nurse, he fed her. Clumsily. Stubbornly. But he did it. And when she stopped crying and fell asleep in his arms, something clicked.
He sat back down in the chair beside your bed, holding the baby on his chest now, wrapped in soft blankets. His eyes drifted to you—still pale, but breathing easier. More color in your cheeks.
"You almost left me, dumbass," he whispered. "Don’t ever scare me like that again."
The baby shifted in his arms, letting out a little sigh. Bakugo looked down at her.
“…She’s got your nose. And my shitty attitude, probably.”
He gently touched your hand again, threading his fingers through yours.
“I’m gonna take care of her. And you. Even if I screw it up sometimes. Just… don’t leave me to do it alone.”
As if you heard him, your fingers twitched. Your eyelids fluttered open again, hazy but awake.
“Katsuki…?”
He exhaled sharply. Relief, love, guilt, everything hit at once.
“Yeah. I got her. I got both of you.”
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The apartment was warmer than you remembered. Maybe it was the spring sun filtering through the windows. Or maybe it was the tiny presence sleeping in the bassinet, just a few feet away.
You were finally home.
Moving hurt. Breathing still felt heavy sometimes. But Katsuki never left your side. Not once.
He held your hand as you walked slowly to the couch, gently helping you sit down, fluffing pillows behind your back like he’d done it a thousand times before—even if his ears turned red while doing it.
“You good?” he asked, kneeling in front of you. His eyes scanned your face like he was still checking for danger.
You nodded, smiling softly. “I’m okay.”
“You better be.” His voice was gruff, but his thumb brushed your knee gently. “Scared the hell outta me, y’know.”
“I know.”
He didn’t say it, but you could see it in his eyes—he had cried. Maybe more than once. You reached out and ran your fingers through his messy blond hair.
Then a little noise came from the bassinet. A squeak, then a full-blown wail.
“Shit,” he muttered, standing up fast. “I got her, I got her.”
You watched him scoop her up with more confidence than a few days ago. He didn’t look scared now. Just tired. But in love.
Katsuki rocked her gently, pacing around the living room with her tucked against his shoulder.
“I just changed you,” he muttered under his breath. “Can’t be that again. You hungry? You got my appetite, huh?”
You laughed softly. “She probably does.”
He glanced over, and something flickered in his expression—something raw, unspoken.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted. “With her. With you. But I’m trying. Every second.”
You blinked through sudden tears. “You’re doing amazing.”
Katsuki sat beside you with the baby, his arm sliding around your back so you could lean against him. She was quiet now, snuggled against his chest, tiny fingers curled into his shirt.
“She’s got your fire,” you whispered.
“Damn right she does,” he said. “You made her strong. Just like you.”
And in that moment, sitting on the couch in your little apartment, wrapped in each other’s warmth and the soft sounds of your new daughter breathing between you—everything felt right.
Not perfect. But real.
And real was enough.
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Requested by anonymous♡
A/n Really sorry if this isn't up to expectations😞 I tried my best also I'm so sorry for the late update!
"No More Games"
It was a typical afternoon at U.A. High School, and you were sitting in the classroom, mindlessly fiddling with a pencil as you waited for the next lesson to start. The usual chatter filled the room, but you were more focused on your own thoughts, distracted by the upcoming training session later that afternoon.
You didn’t notice at first, but someone was staring at you.
Katsuki Bakugo.
He was sitting at his desk across from yours, a scowl on his face, but his eyes were glued to you. You could feel his gaze, sharp and intense, but you didn’t think too much of it. Bakugo always looked like he was glaring at something or someone, so it wasn’t unusual. You were used to it by now.
The seconds stretched into minutes, and you glanced up, finally catching his stare. His eyes quickly darted away, his face flushing red, and he grumbled something under his breath. You just shrugged and went back to your thoughts, too oblivious to pick up on what was happening.
This wasn’t the first time Bakugo had acted strangely around you. Lately, you had noticed little things—like how he always seemed to be standing near you in training, or how he’d shoot sharp glances your way when he thought you weren’t looking. But it wasn’t like he was the easiest person to figure out. He was always so… Bakugo. Intense, fiery, and more than a little hard to read.
But something had changed in the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the stares or the little moments where you could have sworn his hand brushed against yours accidentally—no, there was something deeper to it. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
And Bakugo? Well, he wasn’t one to express his feelings easily. In fact, he usually kept his distance from most people, especially when it came to emotions. But when it came to you... it was like he couldn’t help himself.
He’d gotten a little more... aggressive lately, in a way that wasn’t just his usual fiery attitude. He’d challenge you in training more, or mock you a little more than usual, but the way his eyes lingered on you made something deep in your chest tighten. Still, you pushed the thought away, thinking maybe you were imagining things.
It wasn’t until after class that things finally reached a boiling point.
You were walking down the hall, heading toward the dorms when you heard a voice calling your name.
“Oi! Y/N!”
You turned around and saw Bakugo striding toward you, his hands shoved in his pockets, his posture tense as usual.
“Yeah?” you said, giving him a curious look.
He came to a halt in front of you, his eyes narrowing. “Quit being an idiot.”
You blinked. “What?”
“I’ve been trying to make this damn obvious, and you’re still not getting it,” he snapped, his voice growing a little louder as his frustration began to show.
You raised an eyebrow, completely clueless. “Make what obvious?”
Bakugo growled, his fists tightening as if he was struggling to contain himself. “God, you’re so damn dumb!” His face was flushed with frustration, his usual scowl deepening. “I like you, okay?”
You stared at him, your mind stuttering. "What?"
He groaned, rubbing his forehead. "I’ve been trying to tell you, but you’re so damn oblivious. I like you, alright? I’ve liked you for a while now. Why do you think I’m always around you?"
For a moment, there was complete silence. You blinked, unsure if you had heard him right. Did Bakugo—Bakugo—just say that he liked you?
“No way…” you whispered to yourself, still processing.
“Are you seriously that thick?” he grumbled, his voice losing its usual intensity, but you could still hear the embarrassment underneath. “What do I have to do, huh? Set off a damn explosion just to get your attention?!”
You felt your heart race, suddenly realizing all the little signs you had missed—his presence always lingering near you, his stares, his teasing. And now, the confession you had never expected to come from him.
“I... I didn’t realize,” you admitted, your voice quiet as you took in the new information. “You never really said anything, and you’re always... well, Bakugo.”
“Yeah, I get it, alright?” he said, his hands coming up to tug at his hair in frustration. “I’m not good at this crap. I don’t do feelings or whatever, but you’ve been pissing me off because you don’t get it.”
You blinked a couple of times, still feeling the weight of his words hanging in the air. “So, you like me?” you repeated, just to make sure you understood.
“Yeah, I said it already, didn’t I?” Bakugo muttered, his face turning even redder, his hands crossing over his chest. “Damn, I’m not some idiot who can’t make himself clear. I like you. Are you happy now?”
You took a step closer, suddenly feeling bolder now that you knew what was going on. “Well, it’s about time you said something,” you teased, smiling at him.
Bakugo, clearly trying to hide his own embarrassment, scoffed. “I don’t need your damn pity smile,” he said gruffly, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—hope, maybe?
You tilted your head, considering for a moment. “I guess I don’t mind you being around. I think I like you too.”
Bakugo froze, staring at you as if he hadn’t expected you to actually say it. His eyes widened slightly, and for the first time in forever, he seemed lost for words.
“Wait... what?” he asked, clearly caught off guard.
You chuckled at his reaction. “I think I like you too, Bakugo. But next time, try not to be so dramatic about it, okay?”
He grunted, his face turning red again. “Tch, whatever. Don’t make a big deal out of it, alright?”
But despite his words, he couldn’t help but smile just a little as he turned away, his steps a little lighter.
You stood there, watching him go, a smile tugging at your lips. You had no idea how things were going to go from here, but for the first time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—Bakugo wasn’t as hard to read as you thought.
//A new way to cope\\ Bakugo katsuki x fem reader
(Not my GIF!)
Warnings// Self harm, (kind of detailed) not good English, mentions of throwing up and ED, anxiety user and maybe some harsh words, reader talking bad about themselves and maybe some angst if the actions in this isn't.
Sorry if this was written dryly, XD but I'm not so good at writing stories, i just have the storyline in my head, and I know what I should write and what it's abt, but then my head completly shuts down and i forget how to write XD
Might write a part two
SORRY FOR TAKING SO MUCH TIME TO MAKE THIS
This story is probably short bc it' my first time writing on here, but I will make my other fucs longer
I think that's all, but please comment if I missed something and I'll put it in the warnings:) English is not my first language so be aware for some typos. This will probably be verg detailed and i might use a few words many times after each other but, without further ado let's get into it
Also, to those who are suffering from any of these I want you to know that i support you, ive also had a past with self harm and you're strong and my messages will always be open if you would like to chat, I don't judge and I will comfort you in the best way possible 💗
(This was a request from my sister)
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You grunted as the hard and big sharp blade pierced and dragged down your arm multiple time's, blood trickling down all the way to the bottom as you heard the drops of blood hit the ground. Your breath was uneven and your hands and whole body shok, probably because of the sharp object injected into your skin. You didn't know why you did it, but it just felt right.
A few moments passed before you walked towards the bathroom to wash of the remains of the blood on the blade, the bathroom door creaked as you pushed it aside.
You took a cloth that hung on the small metall bar beside the shower and carefully wiped the blade, being carefull to clean everything off and not to cut your finger.
You laid back the cloth and walked back towards a drawer next to your bed, you gently and carefully placed the blade into one of the shovels.
You sighted as you looked at your arms, blood dripping out of the hem of it, you'd probably have to bandage it because of the cuts, but then you'd have to go downstairs to get some from thr medkit in the small box that was hung on a wall inside the kitchen and then everybody would suspect something going on.
You didn't want to start commotion, that was the least you needed right now. You had a few cotton pads in a tall glass next to your makeup shellf and you also had a box of wipes under your desk so you didn't have to worry about those things.
"Hmm... maybe i should just ask katsuki he usually doesn't question things unless he gets suspicious, and most of the times he had to bring something to you he never asked why you needed it"
You told to yourself.
And if he got suspicious, you could just say something happened at training, right?
You walked to the bed and sat on it, quickly grasping your phone and pressing on Bakugo's contact.
"Can you bring me some bandages plsss"
You typed and laid down the phone, waiting for a response. "Bling" was suddenly heard and you picked up the phone.
"Tch, are you too lazy to to downstairs or somethin"
"Just get it for me asshole"
"K, fine."
A few moments later bakugo knocked on ythe door and you sprinted quietly towards it, you opened the door halways so he wouldn't see your bloodied arms.
"Here ya go, take the the bandages, but why do ya even need it in the first place"
"Oh uhm, something happened at training today, it's nothing serious but my "wound" opened up again, but anyways thanks for the bandages!"
He frowned and made a "tch" sound before he turned on his heels and walked away. You rolled your eyes before closing the door. You gathered all the things you needed to clean and bandage the scars.
First you put some water on a few cotton pads and softly wiped the bleeding cuts with it, then you grabbed a pair of wipes and carefully wiped of the water. Finally you picked up the bandage roll and cut off a small piece, you carefully wrapped it around your arms.
After everything was done you cleaned up everything around you, washing away the drops of blood on the floor and changing into your night clothes.
You checked your phone before placing it on your night table and pulling the blanket over your body.
Hours passed and soon sunlight beams became vissible shining strongly throught the curtains. You woke up and groaned as you sat up and rubbed your eyes, your memory refreshing as you thought about how much damage you did yesterday.
You raised your arm as a sudden pain stung you, you whinced and groaned as you shut your eyes closed. A sight left your mouth as you stood up and walked towards your closet, you grabbed your uniform and walked towards the bathroom to change.
When you were done you did light makeup look with mascara, lipgloss and a tiny bit of blush. You smiled at your outfilt, you put your books in your bag and made sure you looked fine before heading downstairs to eat breakfast.
When you arrived downstairs you saw some of your classmates already sitting around a table, they shoot you a glance and waved at you to come closer. You took quicks steps towards them and sat down next to mina.
"Hey girl! What took ya so looooong, it was getting boring without you"
She said as she took a bite out of her cereal earning a chuckle from you.
"Sorry sorry! I guess I lost track of time, I promise!"
"Hmmm, are ya sure you weren't making out with bakugo or something like that"
She smirked as the people around you quickly widened their eyes and shoot bakugo and you a glance. Your mouth widened and your eyes raised, bakugo quickly looked at mina and shot her a big frown, IIda's eyes looked like they were gonna pop out if his scull, momo put a hand on her mouth and sero smiled playfully.
"WHAT THE HELL RACOON EYES"
"H-HUH"
"Oh god"
"THAT IS HIGHLY INAPPROPIATE"
Your cheeks flushes with a red tint and you quickly tried to change the topic of the talk.
"That didn't happen, I promise!"
"Hmmm, fine fine I belive you but next time I'll catch you"
"You sure will"
You said while chuckling.
A few minutes later you checked the watch on your wrist, a few minutes left before class was starting. You put your breakfast in your backpack before rising up from your seat.
As you took some steps you heard mina say your name
"Y/n? Why didn't you eat your lunch, you didn't even take one bite"
She asked with a confusing look on her face.
"Oh uhm, im not really hungry right now, feeling a little nauseous so just might wait til dinner"
Katsuki took a notice in this but didn't say anything as he watched and listened to your conversation with the pink haired girl.
"Oh okay, hope you get better, we better get going to class too, mind if we walk with you to class?
"I don't"
You smiled as you watched her and the others stand up, throwing away the remains of the breakfast in the trash before following you to class.
Some hours later you're in your fourth period, your scars itched and were begging to get itched. Your brows furrowed in irritation, your homeroom teacher, shota aizawa took a notice in how your brows had furrowed in almost each period.
He walked to your desk and bent down with his hands on each side of the table.
"L/n what's wrong, and don't you dare say nothings wrong because I've noticed your face rhythms so tell me"
You looked up at his sharp face studying your every move.
"Uhm, nothings wrong what do you mean"
"L/n."
He stated strongly, "don't you lie to me"
"I'm fine, don't you worry"
He grabbed your arm before watching you whince and groan as you pulled your arm back in a fast motion holding it with your other arm.
He slowly pulled his arm back and looked at it.
"Why did you-" He stopped talking when he noticed something red spilled under your left arms hem.
You widened your eyes and swallowed your saliva, watching his eyes following your gaze. You hid your arm under the desk as you waited for a reaction.
"L/n, let me see" he spoke in a dark tone as his eyes darkened.
Your lips shivered as you shook your head, you didn't have time to react before he snatched your arm back and pulled your shirt around the arm back.
He stopped when he had pulled it away, looking at the cuts around your arms. Some were small, other were looking like a normal cut you would get from getting scratched from a cat or something like that, but what really worried aizawa was the three very big cuts bleeding on the top of your arm near the elbow.
"What the h-hell" he stuttered, his eyes wide.
"Tell me what happened right now, i know damn well this injury didn't happen during training"
Your throat got dry and you struggled to find the words to explain and make up a new lie.
"TELL ME RIGHT NOW"
Aizawa shouted as you flinched and turned your head away, other students heads turned your way and looked worried for Mr Aizawa's outburst.
They locked eyes with where aizawa's were staring and many eyes widened, including bakugos,
It dripped a little more than a normal cuts would bleed, plus an injury couldn't make so many cuts in different places.
"Y/n..."
Bakugo said your name slowly as he raised up from his desk, his normal grin or smirk replaced by an angry-worried expression.
He slowly walked towards you.
Shit, this wasn't supposed to happen.
TBC?
⋆˙⟡ Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Fem!Reader⟡⋆˙
Warnings; body insecurities, swearing.
Masterlist.
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Katsuki Bakugou. One of- if not the strongest and most talented student in class 1A. He was extremely attractive, really smart, confident, effortlessly good at anything he put his mind to- did i mention he was hot as hell?
So why- WHY was he with you?
You were average looking. No. No no. You were sub-par when it came to looks.
You didn't have a toned and curvy body like the other girls in your class, your metabolism just didn't work that way.
You filled out your uniform in ways the other students in your class never had problems with. Your arms filled out your sleeves with their squishy mass, your stomach straining against your skirt with its pudge.
You weren't japan's standard of beautiful.
All of the japanese models and heroes on TV were skinny, gorgeous, muscular and lean- nothing like your soft and round body.
So why did Katsuki Bakugou agree to go out with you? Why did Bakugou kiss you in front of your classmates, all while shamelessly grabbing the curves of your filled in hips? Why did he chase off anyone who even looked at his girl wrong?
Why?
You didn't know, and it was eating you up inside. You didnt understand why Katsuki's gorgeous vermillion eyes were always focused on you.
That ate you up inside.
You always felt so bad, like you were both literally and metaphorically weighing Katsuki down with your body; feeling like every time the two of you were passed by in public, Katsuki was being judged. You knew he was, you could see the questioning looks that were thrown at him. After all, why was such a gorgeous guy walking around with someone so..beneath him?
These thoughts ate away at your selfesteem, seeing girls who were a lot prettier than you, walk up to your boyfriend and try to chat him up- because they didn't even see you as a threat to their chances with Katsuki..
..It hurt.
Jumping away from your self-pity-session, you sat up in bed, your eyes red and puffy from crying. You ran your fingers through your hair and looked down at your hands, each of your fingers having a slight give with the little bit of pudge on them.
You felt your eyes sting with tears all over again.
Katsuki would be so much better off without you.
You were holding him back.
He deserved so much better.
Guilt and shame ate you up from the inside out, a quiet sob leaving you. You had been mulling over the thought of breaking up with your boyfriend for some time now, and now..? You were sure it was time. There was no sense in holding Katsuki back anymore..he was owed more than you could give him, you told yourself.
You slowly dragged your teary, red eyes over to your nightstand, where your phone was plugged in. Your bottom lip trembled and you let out another pitiful sob as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it with shaky hands and tapping on the messages app, then Katsuki's contact; KitKat💥.
You smiled a little through your gut-wrenching tears, your hands trembling as you recalled his reaction to the contact name;
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"Oi, dumbass, the hell are you doing?" Katsuki asked from his spot on your bed, his thighs parted and taking up as much space as the arrogant teen pleased. You paced around your room with furrowed brows, looking around curiously "I cant find my phone." You replied.
Katsuki sighed and grumbled, rolling his eyes at your habit of losing your phone, wallet, keys- really anything that you were supposed to hang onto. "let me call it." he mumbled, trying to ignore the soft smile that pulled at your lips, and the small flutter in his heart.
After he pressed the call button on your contact, the two of you heard 'your song.' (tears over beers) begin to play from your phone. Katsuki reached down between the wall and your bed, and after a bit of a struggle, pulled out your phone.
You gasped and smiled "Awesome! you found it!” You chirped as you walked over, however, you paused at the sight of Katsuki’s confused expression. “Something wrong, Kat?”
Katsuki gives a funny look to your screen, before holding up your phone, his contact name on full display. “KitKat?” He questioned with a raised brow.
You gasped and flushed a bright red as you eyed your phone “Ah! I’m sorry!” You exclaimed as you covered your face, your words getting muffled mid through your sentence “I-I’ll change it- I-if you want me to..”
Katsuki looked at the contact name, his heart softening in his chest, the same happening to his expression. He scoffed and declined the call before handing the phone back to you “whatever, you don’t need to change it. It’s just a stupid name.”
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That memory played over in your mind, remembering how your gruff boyfriend brushed it off.
Oh right..
He wouldn’t be your boyfriend for much longer.
Your smile dipped off of your face as you sighed, repeating in your head ‘It’s for the best’ like a mantra.
Shakily, you hovered your thumbs over the keyboard. How were you going to word this?
‘Hey, Bakugou-‘
No no no, too formal.
‘Hi Katsuki, I really needed to-‘
No, not that either. Too basic.
You tried over and over to write out a proper break up message. Your eyes stung with tears, your bottom lip trembled as you sniffled and tried to compose yourself.
You almost jumped out of your skin when a message popped up on your screen.
KitKat💥
What the hell are you doing up this late? 2:08
You froze. The better question was, what was HE doing awake at this hour!? Katsuki almost always went to bed no later than 8:30, so what the hell was he doing awake?
You sent back a quick;
Y/n🤍
Nothing much! I just wanted to tell you that I loved you!! Read 2:09
The three dots popped up, before disappearing, before reappearing, and then a message popped up.
KitKat💥
Rough night? 2:09
Yeah. That was definitely one way to put it.
You covered your mouth with your hand and felt your bottom lip quiver under it. You sent a simple, ‘Yes’, and then the three dots popped up again.
KitKat💥
I’m coming over. 2:10
And that’s exactly how you got here, with you crying in Katsuki’s arms, his hand slowly running over your back, his chin resting on top of your head. “You don’t need to worry about any of those shitty insecurities.” he mumbled quietly, gingerly stroking your hair. He’d listened to you bawl your eyes out about everything that had been weighing on your heart.
Katsuki sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you..dumbass,” he murmured, his voice soft and- surprisingly gentle. “You’re strong and smart. I wouldn’t waste my time on someone who wasn’t.”
His words made you smile softly. In his own way, Katsuki did care- more than anyone.
“And if anyone has a problem with your sexy body, they can suck it up. You’re beautiful..dumbass..” Katsuki slowly rubbed his hand up and down the curves and swells of your stomach and sides. His eyes were surprisingly tender as he gazed at you.
You looked up at him and smiled, with small tears in your eyes.
“I..I love you so much, Kat” you managed to get out between soft sniffles and little whimpers.
Katsuki laid under the blanket with you, slowly running his hand over your stomach still. “I love you too..don’t ever get that twisted..nerd..”
Katsuki was silently thanking whatever kept him awake. He wouldn’t’ve known what to do with himself if he lost you.
And that, was a fact.
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Izuku x Chubby!Fem!Reader
Hello! I hope you liked this one! I’m not used to writing for Katsuki very often, so I don’t know if I got his personality right. I think I might’ve made him too soft…idk!
Sleep a little easier
Katsuki Bakugo x reader
Hurt/comfort! Reader has nightmares about the war, and Katsuki is there to comfort them
tw: nightmares, a small panic attack, spoilers for the manga, thats about it I think :)
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The nightmares started shortly after the war ended.
There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that everyone in your class suffered from them, after the horrors you all experienced, and so you kept quiet. More often than not you’d end up awake all night, either forgoing sleep so you didn't have to relive that day, or the subsequent anxiety attack after your nightmare being bad enough to prevent you from getting any more rest. But life went on, and the only change in your daily life was a heavy increase in caffeine to keep up with classes, and besides that no one seemed to notice.
Or so you thought.
It was Friday night and Mina organized a movie night for your main little friend group to hang out before break. The invite was of course extended to everyone, but most people already had plans, or headed home for break early.
Kiri decided to subject you all to ‘Human Earthworm 4’ which he swears up and down is actually a love story, to which you all just sigh and settle in. The bunch of you cram onto the large couch in the middle, squishing you between the armrest and Bakugo, as you fight a blush from rising on your cheeks. Sero turns out the light before running to the opposite end of the couch as Kiri queues up the movie, talking Mina’s ear off about the first three in the series. Carefully you try to spread out your blanket across your legs, doing your best to not invade Bakugo’s personal space more than you already are.
He observes you out of the corner of his eye before glancing at the others, seeing them enthralled in the show already
“Here” he gruffs out, hand darting for the other edge of the blanket, simultaneously dragging it across both your legs, and throwing his other arm up on the couch behind you, so you can settle further in with a little more room.
“Thank you” you smile up at him, hoping the dim lighting from the TV hides the heat you can feel burning your face.
As time goes on you do your best to pay attention, but slowly you start to nod off, head drooping, before shooting back up awake. After watching this cycle for a while Bakugo slides his arm off the couch, gently pressing your head against his shoulder, as his arm falls across yours.
“Take a nap princess, you look like you need it” he whispers in your ear. Somewhere in the back of your mind you make a mental note to freak out about the position you two are in and the nickname later on, maybe even over analyze every part of this interaction with Mina too. But for now the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne lull you into a somewhat peaceful sleep.
Well, a short lived one.
You saw it seconds before it actually happened, the fate that was to come, and in the blink of an eye, Bakugo is launched through the air, dead before he even hits the ground.
You scream, but no sound comes out.
God you’re so tired, your leg is broken, and your quirk is fried, but you have to get to him.
So you crawl.
Agony shoots up every nerve in your body as you drag your weary bones across the field, sobs wracking your entire being.
“Bakugo?” you shake his shoulder, hardly able see him through the tears in your eyes
“Get up please, it’s not funny” you mumble, sobbing even harder.
Oh god, you can’t even do chest compressions because his fucking sternum was blown out. For a second you think you might hurl.
“Katsuki?” you manage to whisper, throat tight, gripping his hand, like you could physically will him back into his body.
But this is where your nightmare always differs from reality, as you glance up, ready to scream yourself raw to get him some help, but find everyone else is already dead, and it’s just you alone with Katsuki’s body, with no way to fix him, as Shigaraki slowly approaches you.
“I think I’m in love with you” you whisper to him, a secret you were always too scared to say out loud, or even admit to yourself “I’ve always sort of known, and I never said anything and now I never will and I-“ you’re cut off by a violent sob, choosing to curl into his side instead, and wait for the enviable blow to be delivered.
You lost.
But Katsuki would never let you live down giving up, so with shaky hands you reach for one of the last grenades strapped to his belt, but Shigaraki is on you before you can even breathe. You yelp, and-
You jolt awake with a stuttered breath, sobs ripping themselves from your chest uncontrollably. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re aware it was a nightmare but your body and heart can’t seem to keep up, as your soul feels trapped in that damned coffin in the sky.
You desperately claw at your chest, trying to get breath in and the dull ache out but nothing seems to be working. That is, until you feel warm hands cupping your wet cheeks.
Faintly, you hear your name being called, softly summoning you back to reality from whatever hellish realm you slipped off to.
Slowly the world around you comes into focus, the lounge, now absent of all your friends, except for one very concerned looking Katsuki who’s holding you as softly as he can, like both your lives depend on it. You try to focus on his face, the sharp features you love so much illuminated by the dim light of the movie’s end credit screen.
“Breath, sweetheart, you have to get some air in, ok? Can you do that for me?” He takes one of your hands and places it on his chest
“Nice and slow, just follow me” he murmurs. The two of you sit like this, close enough to see every fleck in his crimson eyes, until your breathing evens out and your sobs subside. Katsuki doesn’t dare let go of your hands.
“How long?” He asks, not having to clarify any further. You let out a weak laugh
“Day after the war?” You question, not even remembering yourself how long you’ve been having the nightmares at this point.
“Every night?” He softly presses, a deep need to assess the situation and find a solution. You sigh, looking away from him
“Everytime I close my eyes” You whisper, as he silently just nods
“About me?” you whip your head back to him in surprise, but before you could ask, he goes on “You were murmuring my name before you woke up” this time he looks away, guilt clear as day on his face “I’m sorry” he whispers, and for a moment your head spins. He’s sorry? Why is he sorry?
“Katsuki” you tilt his face back towards you, debating your next few words “It wasn’t your fault”
“But-“ you silence him with a glare
“I have nightmares because in that moment there was nothing I could do to-“ your voice cracks, and you pause for a second “In that moment I thought I lost you forever. And that was the worst moment of my life, and I realized I never even told you-“ you cut yourself off, shaking your head “But you’re ok” You give him a weak smile
“But you're having these nightmares because I was stupid and I- I died! And you had to see that!” he spits out, anger rising “I put you through that, I put you all through that! Everyone knows the nerd only just started being able to look at me again without bursting into tears, and I’m not sure dunce face is ever going to be the same again, and now you-“ You lean in, wrapping your arms around his middle, as the words die on his tongue.
“We were in a war Katsuki” you say softly “All of us are only 16 and have seen more horrors than most of the world has ever known existed. Every single one of us is still working through what we went through, including you” he stays silent “I have nightmares about losing you, because I care. For you. Deeply.” you let your words hang, letting him take them however he needs to.
Katsuki has always known something was different about you, that something between the two of you was more important than anything else. Charged, in a way he had never experienced before. He hates seeing you hurt, and he hates knowing he is the cause of it. But here you are, comforting him, even after having a nightmare about him that he was trying to comfort you over. Everytime he thinks he can’t fall any harder, you smile at him and it feels like the floor disappears from beneath his feet. He knows he can't ignore it anymore, push away his feelings for your safety. He wants to be selfish with you, consequences be damned.
You feel his hands tighten and relax against the fabric of your sweatshirt multiple times before he finally speaks up
“Go out with me” he pauses, as you draw back to look at him “on a date” he glances away and the wheels in your brain stop turning. At your silence he glances back, this time holding eye contact, determination clear on his face “I care about you too. More than the others, more than I cared to admit to myself until recently” He loosens a breath, before continuing “I want to spend all my time with you, even if it sounds stupid. I just-” he pauses again “Want to be with you… always” he looks at you almost hopefully, waiting for an answer, trying to read your mind.
A smile breaks out on your face, to which he answers with a grin
“Yes Katsuki! A million times yes!” You tackle him further back onto the couch burying your face in his chest, feeling the rumble of a laugh on your cheek
“Alright, alright don’t be too excited sweetheart” he teases, but his words hold no heat, and the smile on his face is shining brighter than ever before, not that you can see it. You’re perfectly content to stay right where you are, listening to his heartbeat pounding strong, if not a little bit fast, in his chest. Maybe you'll sleep just a little bit easier at night if you can listen to its sweet rhythm while you fall asleep.
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A/n: Hello!! This is my first ever fic really so if it sucks I'm trying ok!! I'm also still figuring out how tumblr works so Thats about it,, have a good day/night everyone!!