Explosive Love (Literally)

"They Watched The Video"

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo

Genre: Comedy, Wholesome Aftermath, Secondhand Embarrassment, Uterus-Fueled Respect

Part 12 of the “Knock First, Damn It!” Series

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It started in health class.

You got the warning note ahead of time. A little permission slip in Hana’s backpack that read:

> “This week, we will be viewing a short educational film on childbirth.”

You signed it.

Bakugo signed it too—then added “Godspeed” in the corner.

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DAY OF THE VIDEO: 2:43 PM, SCHOOL HEALTH CLASS

Haruki (13) and Hana (12) sat side-by-side, trying to act like this was fine.

A projector flickered on.

A chipper narrator voice began:

> “Today, we’ll be learning about the miracle of life.”

It started out easy. Cute cartoon animations. Uplifting music.

Then it switched.

REAL FOOTAGE.

A woman. Labor. Screaming.

Close-ups. Angles that no one was ready for.

A head emerging where heads should not.

Haruki’s jaw dropped.

Hana gripped her desk like it was a lifeline.

Someone in the back whispered, “Is that LEGAL?!”

The video didn’t stop.

Tears. Blood. One midwife yelling, “ALMOST THERE!”

Hana went pale. “Why is she still screaming?! Why is it still coming out?!”

Haruki looked horrified. “There’s shoulders?!”

Another kid fainted.

By the time it ended, no one clapped. No one spoke.

The lights came on.

Silence.

Existential dread.

The teacher cheerfully asked, “Any questions?”

Haruki slowly raised a hand. “Yeah. Um. Can we take our moms out to dinner or something?”

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LATER THAT NIGHT

You were cooking when the kids walked into the kitchen, eyes wide, forever changed.

Haruki walked up and hugged you. Full-body. Long. With meaning.

“…You okay?” you asked.

“You did that for me,” he whispered like a cult convert. “You’re a superhero.”

You blinked. “What… did they show you?”

“Everything.” Hana said, voice flat.

Bakugo peeked around the corner. “So. You saw it, huh?”

Haruki nodded slowly. “Dad.”

“Yeah?”

“…Did you WATCH Mom go through that?”

Bakugo took a long sip of tea. “Front row. Got hit in the face with a piece of placenta.”

Hana gagged.

Haruki looked like he was going to cry again. “I can’t believe you survived that.”

You smiled. “It’s part of the job.”

Haruki saluted. “Respectfully? I will never raise my voice at you again. Ever.”

Bakugo smirked. “I been sayin’ she’s a badass.”

Hana bowed. “I’m gonna do your chores for the week. Just because.”

You nodded like a queen.

“…Also,” Haruki added, “I might be abstinent until I’m thirty.”

Bakugo fist-pumped behind you.

“Chronicles of Chaos: Y/N Edition”

Or: That Time UA Regretted Letting Her Out of the Infirmary

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1. The Great Kitchen Fire (That Technically Wasn’t Her Fault)

It started with a simple craving: pancakes.

It ended with the fire alarm going off, Sato screaming, and Y/N standing on the kitchen counter fanning smoke with a cutting board.

“I said I knew what I was doing!” she yelled over the alarm.

“You poured orange juice in the pan instead of oil!” Sato cried.

“I was improvising! It’s called culinary jazz!”

The microwave exploded.

Present Mic kicked the door open in his pajamas. “WHO SUMMONED ME WITH CHAOS?”

“I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO FLIP ONE,” Y/N wailed.

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2. The Invisible Wall Incident

Hatsume had been testing a new tech that projected invisible energy barriers.

Y/N, naturally, ran into it face-first with the force of a charging rhino.

“OW. WHY IS THE AIR HARD?!”

“You walked into the new prototype,” Hatsume said cheerfully.

“You should’ve put up a sign!”

“It’s INVISIBLE.”

“I’m suing you for emotional damage and nose betrayal.”

The class watched her dramatically slide down the force field like a tragic soap opera character, leaving behind a forehead print on the invisible wall.

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3. That Time She Thought a Villain Was a Cosplayer

It was during a field trip.

Y/N wandered off. (Again.)

She came across a guy in a full villain outfit, mask and all, standing ominously in an alley.

“Ooh, your cosplay is AMAZING,” she said, circling him. “Is this original? Or based on some underground manga?”

The villain, confused, hesitated. “Uh… I’m robbing a store.”

“WOW, dedication to the bit!”

“I literally just set a building on fire.”

“You’re really selling it! I can’t even tell if you’re method acting or—WAIT, IS THAT A REAL KNIFE?!”

She came back five minutes later, singed and out of breath.

“Okay so plot twist, that was not a Comic Con side quest.”

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4. Her Deep, Emotional War With the UA Vending Machine

She was one yen short.

Just. One.

Y/N smacked the machine. Sweet. Nothing.

She begged. It ignored her.

She yelled, “I HAVE SUFFERED FOR THIS SNACK, GIVE ME MY SALTY JUSTICE!”

Bakugo walked by, slapped the machine once, and it coughed out not only her chips, but a second bonus bag.

“I loosened it for you,” Y/N muttered.

Bakugo didn’t even stop walking. “You’re pathetic.”

“I’M THE PEOPLE’S CHAMPION,” she shouted after him, holding both chip bags above her head like trophies.

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5. The Time She Tried to “Train” the Dorm’s Pet Turtle

Someone brought a turtle back to the dorms. Bad decision. Y/N decided it had “hero potential.”

She built it a cape out of a sock, taped on a cardboard mask, and named it “Shellshock.”

“Today, we conquer the common room,” she whispered to it dramatically.

She tried to make it do laps in the sink.

It turned around and pooped on her hand.

“This is betrayal,” she whispered, looking into its eyes.

Shellshock blinked. Unbothered. Unapologetic.

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6. Late Night Philosophy (A.K.A. Sleep-Deprived Chaos)

2:39 AM. She wandered into the lounge in fuzzy slippers, wrapped in a blanket, holding a spoon.

Not eating. Just holding it.

“Do you think All Might ever stubbed his toe in his buff form and cried in his skinny form so no one would know?” she asked Kaminari.

“...Go to sleep.”

“Do frogs know they’re frogs?”

“Y/N.”

“Do we all technically taste like chicken?”

“Y/N, PLEASE.”

“Attack of the Morning Hair: Y/N vs. Gravity”

Or: The Day Her Hair Committed a War Crime

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It started like any other peaceful morning in the UA dorms. Birds were chirping. Kaminari was already screaming because he shocked himself trying to toast bread. The usual.

Then came her.

The common room door swung open with the force of divine judgment, and in stumbled Y/N — half-asleep, wearing oversized socks, a hoodie that probably wasn’t hers (possibly Aizawa’s??), and…

Her. Hair.

Complete chaos.

Her bangs were standing completely straight up, like they’d seen something horrifying and never recovered. The rest of her long hair was sticking out in every direction, defying physics like it had just fought off a tornado and won.

It wasn’t just messy.

It was sentient.

Sero spat out his cereal. “WHAT IN THE—are you okay?!”

Y/N blinked, bleary-eyed, gripping a mug with nothing in it.

“…No.”

Bakugo actually paused mid-toast-chewing. “The hell happened to you?”

“I slept wrong.”

“That’s not sleep. That’s a spiritual possession,” Jirou muttered, genuinely concerned.

Todoroki tilted his head. “Is it supposed to… be like that?”

Y/N scratched her head, making it worse. A piece of hair slapped her in the face. “I don’t know. It was normal last night. Then I woke up and looked in the mirror and it was like—”

She held up her mug like a Shakespearean actor.

“—I HAVE SEEN THINGS. I HAVE BEEN THROUGH BATTLES.”

Mina was wheezing. “Girl, your bangs are standing straighter than Iida’s moral compass.”

“I thought it was a bird nest at first,” Kaminari whispered to Kirishima. “I almost offered her sunflower seeds.”

Midoriya approached gently, like she might explode. “D-Do you want help detangling it?”

“I think it’s sentient now,” Y/N muttered. “If you touch it, it might bite.”

“I bet Present Mic’s hair bowed in respect when it saw yours,” Sero added.

Y/N slowly turned her head, her bangs refusing to move like a stiff wind couldn’t touch them. “They said if your hair touches the ceiling, it’s good luck.”

Momo was trying not to laugh but failed. “What ceiling? You’ve breached airspace. You’re legally an aircraft.”

Then—Midnight walked in.

She stopped in her tracks. Stared. Then, with the most serious voice she could manage:

“…You look like the final boss of a shampoo commercial gone wrong.”

Y/N raised one eyebrow. “Or the main character of an edgy anime where my quirk is just being really dramatic.”

“Name it,” Kaminari begged. “Name the anime.”

“‘Frizz: The Reckoning.’”

Bakugo started laughing so hard he had to turn around. “I take it back. You’re not a villain. You’re just unholy.”

“Should I put it in a bun?” Y/N asked, attempting to gather the chaos.

“No,” Todoroki said immediately. “You should document this. Scientists need to study it.”

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One Hour Later…

Her hair was finally tamed with the combined effort of Momo’s entire salon set, six clips, three bobby pins, and a prayer.

But the legend lived on.

A photo of “Morning Y/N” became the new meme in Class 1-A’s group chat, complete with captions like:

“Quirk: Bedhead Beast Mode”

“Power level: Over 9000 follicles of fury”

“Local teen scares away villains with sheer hair volume”

“Bakugo’s explosions fear HER now”

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The End…?

(Or is the hair still out there… waiting… rising again at the next 7AM wakeup call?)

“Y/N vs. The Filter (Spoiler: There Is None)”

or: That Time Y/N Roasted the Entire Class Before Lunch

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It started during homeroom.

Y/N had walked into class, late (again), sipping a suspiciously large energy drink and wearing two mismatched socks and a hoodie that definitely wasn’t hers.

“Morning,” she muttered, plopping into her seat.

Silence.

Aizawa raised a brow. “Y/N. Why are you late?”

Y/N blinked. “Because society.”

“…Try again.”

“Because my alarm went off, and I just didn’t respect it.”

“…One more time.”

“I stopped to watch a pigeon fight a squirrel. It felt important.”

Aizawa sighed. “Whatever. Sit down.”

“Oh, I am sitting,” she said, then looked around the room. “And judging.”

Everyone turned to her.

That was when it began.

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THE NO-FILTER MONOLOGUE

“Denki, you have the fashion sense of a confused lemon. I love you, but why are you wearing two necklaces? Are you dating yourself?”

“Bakugo, I mean this with love — you scream like a dying vacuum cleaner and somehow still pull.”

“Iida, why do you run like someone poured espresso in your engine oil?”

“Todoroki. King. You look like you glitch in real life. Like I stare at you too long and forget my PIN number.”

“Ochako, I adore you, but you sneeze like a cartoon bunny and it freaks me out every time.”

“Sero’s elbows scare me.”

“Sato has main character energy but like, from a sports anime that got canceled too early.”

“Jirou’s music taste makes me feel like I’m about to be stabbed in an emotionally fulfilling way.”

“Momo, your brain is terrifying. I feel like you could invent a murder weapon out of boba tea.”

“Aoyama blinds me once a week. That’s an HR issue.”

“Mina’s energy gives off 'first one to die in a zombie movie but make it iconic.'”

Kirishima: “What about me?”

“You’re too pure. If you ever turn evil, we’re all screwed. You’d kill us and apologize mid-swing.”

Midnight walked in halfway through this and said, “Oh? What’s going on here?”

Y/N turned slowly. “Hi. Love the outfit. You look like if dominatrix Barbie became a pro hero.”

Midnight choked.

Present Mic entered with a coffee and blinked. “Vibe feels chaotic in here. What’d I miss?”

Y/N pointed at him with no hesitation. “You sound like an auctioneer possessed by dubstep.”

“THANK you,” he grinned. “Finally, someone sees it.”

Aizawa, rubbing his temples: “Y/N, what is wrong with you today?”

She sipped her drink. “I had four hours of sleep and a can of something called ‘Monster Lightning Rage X-TREME.’ I can see sound now.”

Bakugo slammed his desk. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!”

Y/N turned calmly. “Genetics and unresolved trauma.”

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Later, in the dorms…

“Do you regret anything you said today?” Uraraka asked.

Y/N paused. “Not even a little.”

“Not even the elbow comment?”

“I meant what I said, Sero’s elbows look like they have side quests.”

Sero: “You know what? Fair.”

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To Be Continued…

"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.”

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Explosive Love: Part 4 – Mina’s Turn (And She’s Ready for War)

Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Babysitter Mina Ashido

Genre: Crack fluff, Chaos, Girl Power vs Baby Gas Power

Summary: After hearing the legends of Baby Boom, Mina insists on babysitting. Confident. Fearless. Fabulous. She walks in like it’s a spa day. But this baby has no mercy—and Mina’s about to find out that cute pink hair doesn’t protect you from napalm-level toots.

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“Guys, please,” Mina waved her hand dramatically as she slid her sunglasses down. “How bad could one tiny baby be?”

Kirishima and you just stared at her.

“Bakugo almost cried,” you offered gently.

“Deku said his lungs aged five years,” Kirishima added.

“Todoroki won't make eye contact with any infants anymore,” you finished.

Mina grinned. “So she’s a little spicy. I’m spicy. We’ll vibe.”

You handed the baby over. She cooed. Mina winked.

"Girls stick together," Mina said proudly.

From the hallway, Kirishima whispered to you, “We should start a timer.”

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T+10 Minutes:

Mina was dancing in the living room, holding the baby like she was in a music video.

“We’re thriving, girl!” she sang. “Look at you! A queen! A tiny, powerful queen—”

PFFFFFFFFT.

She froze. The baby grinned.

“Okay,” Mina said slowly. “That was... assertive.”

She sniffed.

“Oh no.”

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T+18 Minutes:

Mina had relocated to the balcony.

“I’m not saying I’m scared,” she said aloud, talking to the baby like a roommate. “But I did just Febreze your diaper like six times. And you’re still going.”

The baby tooted again. Long. Proud. Musical.

Mina blinked. “That one had a melody.”

She pulled out her phone. “Group chat. Emergency. I’m being farted alive.”

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T+30 Minutes:

Kirishima peeked through the window.

Mina was standing in the middle of the living room like a war general, armed with lavender incense, baby wipes, and a fan in each hand. The baby sat smugly in a bouncer, thumping her legs like a war drum.

You sipped your drink calmly. “She’s gone full tactical.”

Kirishima whistled. “I’ve never seen Mina sweat before.”

PHHHBBT.

Inside, Mina yelled, “I DON’T DESERVE THIS!”

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T+50 Minutes:

When you returned, the scene was… dramatic.

Mina was lying flat on the couch, a cold washcloth over her forehead.

“She won,” she mumbled. “I tried… I really tried.”

The baby was sound asleep in her arms, looking peaceful—like she hadn’t just gas-bombed a fully trained pro hero.

Kirishima picked her up and sniffed cautiously. “She’s… calm now?”

Mina sat up slowly. “She was never mad. That’s the worst part. She enjoyed it.”

You patted her shoulder. “She respects you now.”

Mina exhaled. “Good. She can remember that next time, when I show up in hazmat pink.”

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Next time: Sero and Denki want to babysit together.

“So We’re Just Gonna Pretend That Didn’t Happen?”

Or: The Morning After Y/N’s Brain Went Rated R in HD

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The sun was shining. Birds were chirping. The UA dorm was peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Suspiciously peaceful.

Y/N strolled into the kitchen in fuzzy socks and a shirt that said “Unbothered. Hydrated. Inappropriate.”

The moment she entered, everyone fell silent.

Mina sipped her smoothie too fast and choked. Kaminari avoided eye contact like she was a tax collector. Momo looked like she had spent the night praying.

Iida actually stood up and saluted her.

Y/N blinked. “...Why do you all look like I committed war crimes?”

“You did,” Jirou said, deadpan.

“You said things,” added Uraraka, blushing furiously.

Y/N grinned. “What, I spoke truth. That movie scene was art. Michelangelo could never.”

“YOU CALLED HIM THE ‘BUFFET OF SIN’,” Kaminari yelled, dramatically flopping on the table.

“‘Marriott of Sin,’ actually,” she corrected. “Don’t misquote my genius.”

Bakugo entered the room, took one look at her, and immediately U-turned out.

“Ohhh no you don’t!” Y/N called after him. “You ran from the boat scene like it personally attacked you!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!”

“He’s flustered,” Kirishima whispered.

“‘Flustered’ is generous. Man’s one more spicy scene away from spontaneously combusting.”

Aizawa entered mid-sentence, wearing sunglasses and carrying two coffees.

“If any of you say the word ‘buffet’ today, I’m deducting hero points.”

Y/N raised a hand. “Does it count if it’s in context—”

“NO.”

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Later That Day – In Class

Todoroki turned to Y/N quietly.

“…You said that if your partner doesn’t make you ‘reconsider religion’—what did that mean?”

Everyone around them stopped breathing.

Y/N turned slowly, sipped her water like it was tea, and said:

“It means, Shoto… that there’s a type of intimacy that feels like you got spiritually suplexed by an angel. And you ascend a little. Like… you see your ancestors clapping.”

Todoroki nodded seriously. “That sounds… intense.”

“It’s the goal, my guy.”

“Is that a normal expectation?”

“For me? Absolutely. If I’m not crying and making dolphin noises, what are we even doing?”

From behind them, Jirou whispered, “I need a therapist and a new school.”

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Lunch Time – Revenge Plots & Regrets

Bakugo finally confronted her while they were eating lunch.

“You just had to run your mouth, didn’t you?”

Y/N blinked innocently. “I run my mouth all the time. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“In front of everyone?! While the screen was still fogged up?!”

“Would you rather I waited until after the credits and did a full analysis?”

He glared. “If I ever hear the word ‘spine is decorative’ again—”

“Say it and I’ll Venmo you $5.”

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“I’m an agent of chaos with a subscription to bad decisions.”

Kirishima whispered to Denki, “Honestly, she’s terrifying.”

“...Lowkey kinda hot though?”

“DUDE.”

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Bonus: Present Mic found out later and just yelled,

“YEAHHHHH!! YOU’RE SPEAKING FROM THE HEART, BABY!”

Midnight has officially claimed Y/N as her “spirit child.”

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To be continued… if Class 1-A survives her mouth.

hii, can I request a katsuki x reader. where the reader is always sleeping but still keeps up with everyone/thing.

Hii! Absolutely, that sounds like a super cute and fun dynamic—lazy but secretly competent reader♡

"Nap Queen (and the One Who Puts Up With Her)"

Katsuki Bakugou didn’t understand how you did it.

Every time he turned around, you were curled up somewhere: on the common room couch, under a shady tree, in a sunny patch on the roof, halfway under a desk in class—you were like some kind of professional napper. The class had started placing bets on how many hours of the day you'd spend asleep.

What baffled him the most, though, was that you somehow never fell behind.

He’d catch you with your head down during strategy lessons, but when Aizawa asked you a question, you'd snap awake and answer it perfectly, eyes half-lidded like you were still halfway in a dream. You aced surprise pop quizzes. You dodged blows like you had precognitive reflexes. You turned in reports early.

And it infuriated him.

“How the hell do you know what’s going on when you’re always passed the fuck out?” he snapped one day, as you blinked slowly up at him from the dorm lounge sofa, still wrapped like a burrito in your blanket.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “I’ve got good ears… and Denki talks so loud.”

He stared at you, jaw tight. “That’s it?”

You yawned, then smiled lazily. “Also, I listen when I’m asleep.”

“That’s not a real thing.”

“Is for me,” you murmured, then gave a little stretch that somehow annoyed and fascinated him at the same time. “You worried I’ll surpass you in my dreams, Bakugou?”

His eye twitched. “I’ll blow you to hell in your dreams if you keep talkin’ like that.”

You chuckled and rolled over, pulling the blanket higher. “Cool. Just wake me up first.”

That damn smirk stayed in his head the rest of the day. And the next. And maybe a few after that.

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.

hi ash can i pls make another request? if you dont mind uh katsuki bakugo x reader where they are dating and they had a argument in the morning and he just switched off his phone for his work reader is on her way from home and feels like someone is following her-texts him but it doesnt go to him and he likes attacks reader? maybe a sad ending? you dont have to do this if you are busy :) and this is the same anon who requested the weak pregnant reader one thank you so much for doing it loved it :)

Thank you so much omg♡

And no problem with making many requests I love doing them♡ anyways I hope you enjoy♡

"Shattered silence"

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader:

The morning had been rough, filled with sharp words and silence. You and Bakugo had been arguing before he left for work. He didn’t say much, only muttered that he was turning off his phone to focus, as he often did when he was deep in his work. You, frustrated and upset, had let him go without a word, but the silence between you both was deafening. You didn’t understand why he always chose his work over talking things out.

Now, walking down the street, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following you. Your heart raced as you kept your pace steady, glancing over your shoulder every now and then, but you never saw anyone directly. The feeling lingered, though — like a shadow always just behind you, out of sight but never truly gone.

You reached for your phone, hands trembling slightly, and quickly typed out a message to Bakugo. You just wanted to hear his voice, to feel like he cared and was still there, even if it was only through a text.

“Hey, I feel like someone’s following me. I’m really scared, Bakugo… please, talk to me.”

Your thumb hovered over the screen as you hit send, but the message never went through. The phone showed that it had failed to send, the signal having been lost in the middle of nowhere. You tried again, but nothing happened.

Where are you? you thought. He always kept his phone off when he was working, but this felt different. You tried calling, but it went straight to voicemail. Your anxiety started to build up, your breaths shallow as you felt eyes on you, as though someone was inching closer.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the alleyway behind you, growing louder. Your eyes darted around for anyone that could help, but there was no one in sight. The street was eerily quiet. Your heart hammered in your chest as the footsteps quickened. You started to run.

Suddenly, a rough hand grabbed your arm, pulling you back with force. You yelped in surprise, your body instantly jerking away, but the grip was too strong.

“Where do you think you’re going, bitch?” a voice sneered. Your stomach dropped as you looked up, only to see a pair of cruel, cold eyes staring down at you.

The world seemed to blur around you as panic set in. You struggled to break free, but the man’s grip was unrelenting, dragging you further into the shadows. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized that there was no escape.

Before you could react, the man’s grip tightened, and you could feel yourself being lifted off the ground. A scream bubbled up in your chest, but it was cut off as a sudden explosion rang out nearby. The force of the blast sent the man flying back, his hold loosening as he was thrown against the wall. The ground shook, and the distant sound of someone shouting your name reached your ears.

“Y/N!” Bakugo’s voice, raw with anger and concern, tore through the air, snapping you out of the daze.

You looked up, your breath shaky, only to see Bakugo standing there, his fists clenched, his body tense with fury. His usual scowl was replaced with a deep, unsettling worry, his eyes scanning over your trembling figure.

“Y/N… what the hell were you thinking?” His voice was harsh, but his concern was clear as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, as if to reassure himself that you were real.

“I— I was scared,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I… I thought someone was following me. I couldn’t reach you. Your phone was off.”

Bakugo's face softened, though a flicker of guilt crossed his features. He had been so absorbed in his work that he had failed to check on you, to make sure you were okay. He never imagined that something like this could happen.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, tightening his hold on you. “I should’ve been there. I shouldn’t have… left you like that.”

But as you stood there, his warmth surrounding you, a deep sadness lingered within you. The argument this morning, the silence, the distance — it all hit you harder than it should have. The terror of almost losing him, of being so alone in that moment, gnawed at you.

“I don’t want to feel alone anymore, Bakugo,” you whispered, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. “I don’t want this distance between us. I can’t handle it.”

Bakugo’s heart twisted in his chest. He had always been so focused on his goals, on being the best, but he hadn’t realized how his distance from you — emotionally and physically — had affected you. The harshness of the morning argument and his neglect for your feelings had almost cost him everything.

“I promise, I won’t ever let you feel alone again,” he whispered, pulling you closer. But the damage was already done. The crack in your heart that had been growing for a while couldn’t be repaired with a few words.

As the minutes passed, a heavy silence settled over the two of you. You stayed in his arms, but the weight of everything hung between you, unspoken and unaddressed. Despite the closeness, the rift between you both was still there, and for now, neither of you knew how to fix it.