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the tdbk dynamic is so fucking funny. emo boys in love.
todoroki: quietly brooding
bakugou: LOUDLY BROODING
Fuck Away the Pain
Ship: Bakugo x Fem!Reader x Kirishima Trigger Warnings: Smut, degradation, threesome (M/F/M), double penetration, face fucking Word Count: 3.1k, this turned into a beast. A/N: Y’all know I’m filthy at this point. Got inspired by Divide the Day’s song Fuck Away the Pain. Give ‘em a listen. It’s well worth it.
“Fuck men.” You snarled as you slammed the shot glass down on the bar counter. You’d had enough of the whole stupid fucking dating scene. Every single one of them were more than happy to give you all the smiles and compliments when everything was all sunshine and roses. The minute you needed something more than a smile? Fucking ghosted. The bartender slid the next shot over to you without being prompted. She nodded as you made eye contact as if she understood your plight. Probably heard enough about it on a night. You tipped your shot back and shuddered as it burned down. Fucking whiskey. You declined another shot, knowing that four was your limit while out.
You sighed and pushed the stool back as you straightened at the bar. You needed a good fuck. A mind-blowing orgasm to chase the doubts away. Too bad you didn’t know anyone on your list that was available for a casual hookup. A hand reached out and grabbed your arm as you made your way through the crowded dance floor. You turned and were met with a pair of nasty eyes. They sent a shudder down your spine. “No thanks.” You yanked your arm away and turned to go when he grabbed you again. This time you weren’t going to hold back. You wanted to leave the club anyway, would getting kicked out be any different? As you pulled your fist back a pair of hands reached out and snatched the stranger away from you. You watched in surprise as a pair of guys spoke in low tones to the guy, who got paler and paler the more they talked. You watched as he scurried off the dance floor with a snort. The nerves that had rose in alarm calmed and allowed the alcohol to send a pleasant heat through your stomach.
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accidentally indulged in too much ‘me time’, turns out i’ve been reported missing for over six months and presumed dead by most local and national authorities
Sexy Time {Bakugou Katsuki}
I am enamored with the idea of domestic Bakugou. Like I love the parent au. Bakugou has to be a total DILF, right? This is steamy so it’s under the cut.
Ever since the birth of your second child, it has become increasingly difficult for Bakugou and his wife to sneak away for time to themselves. Watching after two children under the age of six doesn’t leave much time for any sexual play. You haven’t been as affected by the lack of intimate time, but Bakugou, on the other hand, is more tense than ever.
Dammit. Everything on you looks good to him. Bakugou leans against the table, watching his wife prepare dinner. You are facing away from him, focused on slicing vegetables. It’s not like you’re wearing or doing anything special. Your hair is covered with a simple bandana, and you are clad in one of Bakugou’s old t-shirt and a pair grey sweatpants. But goddammit, your ass looks good in those sweatpants. He licks his lips. Closing the distance between you, Bakugou presses his groin against your ass. You jump at the contact. Immediately, Bakugou’s lips are at the juncture of your neck, nipping and kissing at the tender skin.
“K-katsuki, what are you doing?”
“Trying to fuck my wife. What are you doing?”
“Trying to make dinner for my family. The kids will be back from their playdate soon. Ochako should be at the door in any minute.”
Bakugou grinds himself against you and a hot blush colors your face. It has certainly been a while. You can hear him huffing and growling in your ear as he ruts against you. He’s already rock hard. And, if your honest with yourself, you’re already dripping wet.
“Turn around.”
It’s a command, not a request or a question. You turns and her lips are immediately claimed by Bakugou. He pushes the vegetables and utensils aside, kissing you hungrily. He lifts his wife and plops you down on the counter. He hoists up your legs, prompting you to wrap them around his waist. You moan breathlessly. Bakugou smirks and sticks his hand under your shirt, bringing it upward.
“You aren’t wearing a bra?”
You look away, “Well, I wasn’t expecting this.”
“All the better for me.”
He leans down to take one of your perky nipples into his mouth, and you moan, arching your back to give him better access. Bakugou looks up at you through his messy hair falling in his eyes. Running the broad side of his tongue over your nipple, you shudder. You cup his face and bring his lips back yours. The legs around his waist tighten, bringing him closer as he thrusts against you. Bakugou smirks against your mouth. You shiver when your husband runs his rough palm down your stomach, reaching into your loose fitting sweatpants.
God, it certainly has been a while.
“Katsuki, I-”
“Mommy!”
The door is flung open, followed by the sound of screaming children. You immediately pale, looking at your husband. Bakugou looks more annoyed than anything. He was so fucking close too. Fuck him. Really, all he wanted to do was have you fuck him. You pull your shirt down and hop off the counter to greet your babies. Bakugou leans over the counter. He is painfully erect, and he had you panting and dripping with want. He probably could’ve even got you to do that thing he’s been wanting to do.
“Mommy, Daddy,” Katsumi runs into the kitchen, dropping her backpack on the floor, “We’re back! We’re back! Did you miss us?”
“Of course, we missed you,” you say, pecking her on the cheek.
Your daughter jumps onto a chair, standing and bouncing around. Katsuhiko walks into the kitchen and slides into the chair next to his older sister. Your son looks over at you with his wide, nervous eyes.
“Momma, I’m hungry,” Katsuhiko says.
“Okay, Hiko, I’m still making dinner so Daddy can give you a snack,” you nudge Bakugou, “Right, Daddy?”
Bakugou narrows his eyes at you. He doesn’t miss the way you say “Daddy.” Of course he notices the way the word falls from your lips. You smile at him and kiss your husband on the cheek. Bakugou’s face twitches. You big, fucking tease. Bakugou takes out his phone and texts Kirishima. He’s going to babysit tonight because you … oh, you are going to get it so bad tonight.
bakugou katsuki | domestic headcanons
i don’t know where the FUCK this spurt of inspiration came from, but i’m too hyperfocused to stop (gn! s/o)
(“he so cwazy” ^🤧💕)
It’s a known fact to everyone that Bakugou Katsuki is not fond of/with children. He views them as being walking germ magnets. Nothing more, nothing less.
But does that mean he despises kids? No, not necessarily! He just isn’t good with handling them. It may take him a few many tries to get it right though!
Literally, this video is how he interacts with children. Either his S/O or Kirishima would have to be there to calm Bakugou down if a legit toddler were to ever look at him wrong.
“I swear if this brat doesn’t stop staring at me…”
“Quit it, Katsuki! She’s only four!” You’d say, trying to avert his harsh glare away from the child.
So yes, to other children he’s a bit of… a hazard I guess you can say. He won’t change his mannerisms when he’s around any. So he still swears, yells, all of that stays. y’all he legit was about to fight kids from Masegaki Primary School that one time #neverforget
But the game entirely changes when he and his S/O have kids of their own. (He still swears though, but he has grown soft for them!)
If his firstborn were to ever be a girl he’s incredibly happy. Even before she’s born, she’s automatically labelled as a “Daddy’s Girl” because of all the infinite plans Bakugou has whipped up to spoil her rotten.
He’s very protective of his daughter too. To the point where he even turns on his S/O.
“You’re holding her incorrectly, (Y/N). Here, let me do it before you fuck something up.” And just like that he eagerly swipes his child away from your arms.
“But-”
(You, in fact, weren’t holding your daughter wrong, it was just an excuse for Bakugou to get his turn of doting on his child.)
And if it were to be a boy, it’s still a win! Because not only would his son be carrying his name, but having a mini-Katsuki running around the house? Pure. Bliss.
^ Pure bliss for him that is. But you on the other hand, if your children ever happened to obtain the fiery traits your husband possessed then expect your household to be anything but ordinary.
And God help you if they get his quirk too. 10x more chaos will ensue so be prepared.
Bakugou would want at least two kids. He always wants something to do, and one child isn’t enough.
He wants a whole ass team to pass his teachings onto.
Bakugou Katsuki‘s not a “regular” dad, he’s a cool dad.
No, really though. He’s actually one of those fathers that people fawn over.
Being one of the top heroes in the country, with a powerful quirk and well-set mindset, and earning enough money to support
What more could a family ask for?
The answer is nothing. He’s worked hard to make your family’s easier to the point where you have to ask him to take a break and just rest.
Nonetheless, Bakugou would be such a great father. Sure, he has his moments but nonetheless, his children are 100% cared for and looked after. They’re quite lucky!
pt 2? “ORRRRRR nah”
If you aren’t too busy ^^; can I request a scenario of domestic Bakugou coming home from a mission with cuts and bruises and his wife needs to clean his wounds and his kid wakes up and sees their dad and wants to help?
Ahhhh yes I live for Domestic Bakugou! Disclaimer before I follow through with your request; I love @sportyheroesimagines writing (I highly recommend if you love Bakugou x Reader content) and she has beautiful Domestic Bakugou writing so I’m going to use the two children she made up. Katsumi: the older daughter and Katsuhiko the youngest son. I just wanted to announce that all credit to names, age, etc of children go to them. Go check out their writing it’s amazing! Thanks for the request, hope you enjoy!
An exhausted yawn escaped your lips as you sat up against your couch, your eyes peeled to the wall in front of you.
Your two children, Katsumi and Katsuhiko, had been long asleep for a few hours which left you alone in the living room awaiting your husband’s return.
While you understood that he was a pro-hero and there was never a certain time he was supposed to come home, this didn’t stop the worry that was rising in your chest.
Lazily your (e/c) eyes glanced over to the clock, 12:24. With a quiet groan you rubbed your eyes and rested your head on the side of the couch, maybe just a quick nap and…
click
Quickly your body shot up at the sound of the door knob spinning, quiet footsteps were heard before the door slammed shut.
You cringed a bit at the sound, knowing your kids were asleep, but understood that if he was coming home this late his mood wouldn’t be at its best. Quietly you walked to the front door, ready to greet him with a smile until you froze in horror.
Bakugou stood at the door in his uniform costume, in the process of unlatching the giant grenades from his wrists. From head to toe he was covered with scraps in bruises, just the sight of him made your insides hurt.
“Holy crap Katsuki, what happened?” You cried, ignoring the fact that your children were sleeping as you helped him unlatch the heavy parts of his uniform.
The ash blond let out a groan at your touch before placing his fingers on your lips, causing you to look up.
“I’m fine (s/o), don’t wake the damn kids up now.”
Frowning you finished taking off the heavy metal plates that latched around his shoulders setting them by the door before leading him to the kitchen, forcing him down to sit at the table.
“Alright now tell me what happened.” You demanded in a hushed tone while grabbing some first aid materials to fix up his major wounds.
Bakugou scowled, he hated being treated like some defenseless animal but the pain in his abdomen was shouting otherwise, “T..There was a fight downtown, started off simple but turned out to be a trap.”
Your (e/c) eyes widened in fear as you rushed back, taking a wet rag and softly dabbing at the dried blood along his face and arms.
“Did you call in for back up? You can’t take them on your own Katsuki you know that.” You said sternly, occasionally looking up at him to make sure you weren’t hurting him too much.
“Of course I called for damn backup I’m not an idiot. There were too many fucking people being held hostage so I had to do what I needed until more help came.” He growled, fingers turning white because of how hard he was clenching onto the table.
Frowning at his hidden signs of pain you softened up on the dabbing, setting the rag down once you noticed most of the blood to be cleaned up.
“I’m going to lift your shirt up now, you keep clenching at your..” His quick hand grabbing your wrist caused you to freeze and look up to him with confused eyes.
“There’s no need to do that, let me just take a fucking shower.” He muttered, in the process of standing up before he winced, falling back into the chair.
Gritting your teeth you snatched your hand away from his grasp, catching his attention well, “I’m going to take off your damn shirt now sit still.”
The sudden curses that escaped your mouth shocked him enough for him to sit still and comply to your demands. Tugging at the edges you slowly began to lift the tight fitting shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor before looking to the wound.
You swore you were going to pass out at the sight of it, not because of how disgusting it looked but rather that your lover had to deal with such a horrific looking wound.
Looking up to him you bit the side of your lip in effort to hold back your tears, your expression causing him to grimace and look to the side. “That bastard made another one of those creatures All Might fought back in the day, if it hadn’t been me it would’ve been a child.”
You bit your lip hard, staring into your husband’s crimson eyes as tears came down your cheeks. You couldn’t help it, you knew this was his job. Why couldn’t you just push aside your emotions and deal with it?
“S/o…” Bakugou muttered his free arm pulling you close to him as you sobbed into his shoulder. He was the hurt one, you should be comforting him, not the other way around.
“I..I’m sorry Katsuki. I know I shouldn’t be crying right now.” You muttered to ashamed to look up to him, “I just don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t come home..”
Bakugou remained quiet but when you felt a soft kiss on top of your head you couldn’t help but sob more, gripping onto his shoulders as if it was the last time you could hold him.
“Hey hey, look at me.” The ash blond whispered, his palm forcing your head up to look into his eyes, there was a certain softness there that you had never seen before.
“First of all I’m Katsuki fucking Bakugou, they can never take me down.” Bakugou said with a teasing smirk, even you could help but laugh softly at his confident words, “And those fuckers could send me to the deepest darkest pits of hell and I would still find a way to kick their ass and come home to my beautiful wife and wonderful kids, you hear me?”
Even as tears came streaming down your face you couldn’t help but smile, your face leaning into his palm as his thumb wiped away at your tears. “I love you Katsuki.”
Bakugou smiled down to you, holding you close against his chest while running his fingers through your hair to calm you down.
“Now while I would love to hold you all night long, I do have a nasty ass looking wound on my side so if you could clean that up first.”
Quickly you sat up with a smile, grabbing the rag from the table as you started dabbing at it softly, “It’ll cost ya blasty boy.”
The ash blond smirked down to his wife, your playful spirit already coming back along with his own, “Oh don’t worry I already have a few ways I can pay you back this weekend-”
“Daddy?”
Both of the adults jumped, whipping their heads back to see their two children standing at the door frame with curious looks.
“What are you two doing up? It’s way past your damn bedtime.” Bakugou hissed softly, glaring to you for not having them in bed yet.
“I heard you slam the door when you came home so I thought you would want a hug.” Katsuhiko said softly while tugging at the edges of his blanket.
Your (e/c) eyes returned the teasing glare back to your husband, causing him to role his eyes and put his lip out in defeat.
“Did daddy lose to the bad guys mommy?” Katsumi questioned, walking over to her father to look at his wound.
Bakugou clicked his tongue, pulling his two kids close to plant kisses on their heads, “Daddy did not fucking lose actually, I kicked all the bad guys asses.”
Katsumi grinned at her father’s confident nature giving him a high five while her younger brother patted his father’s leg, “Does it hurt daddy?”
“Oh you think this is bad? You should see the other guy.” Bakugou said with a smirk, causing Katsuhiko to giggle.
“Can we help you clean up daddy? Then we can all go to bed in your guys’ bed!” Katsumi suggested, her little brother clapping in agreement.
“Of course you two can help… wait what was that last part?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes to the two giggling children who pulled another chair up next to their father.
Taking a paper towel you dumped some peroxide on it then handed it to Katsumi, “Dab at daddy’s cuts very softly, Katsuhiko you wipe this on his cuts when your sister is done alright? No putting this in your mouth or eyes got it?”
Both nodded eagerly in agreement, Katsumi softly dabbing the healing acid causing Bakugou to hiss in pain.
“Hey mommy what happens when you put too much on?” Katsumi questioned, dumping some more peroxide on the cut on his side causing Bakugou to snap a piece of the wood from the table he was holding on to for dear life.
“FUCK!”
With wide eyes you ran back to her side snatching the bottle from her hand as you watched the infected cut fizz white with irritation.
You snorted covering your hand over your mouth so you didn’t burst into laughter, your husband glaring up to you with piercing crimson eyes. Oh he was so going to make you pay for this.
“Wow that was funny, can I do it again mommy?” Katsumi said with an innocent giggled even though her devious eyes told a different story.
“No no no Katsumi, that’s enough of the peroxide.” You said, lifting her up off the chair as your son finished wiping the rest of the Neosporin over the dried cuts.
“Good job kiddos, I’d say you did a pretty good job? What do you think daddy?” You questioned, wrapping the last of the gauze around Bakugou’s abdomen.
The ash blond stood up shakily, groaning a bit as he stretched out before moving the chair back to the table, “I’d give it a D minus.”
Katsumi’s mouth dropped in offense, slapping her father’s knee lightly, “You’re lying daddy! Tell us the truth!”
Bakugou grinned down to his feisty daughter who know doubt took after his explosive personality before lifting her up over his shoulder causing her to burst into giggled.
“Mommy mommy save me!” Katsumi shrieked as Bakugou ran out of the kitchen and towards their bedroom.
Shaking your head you cleaned up the table while your son helped move the chairs back, “Momma can I sleep in your bed with daddy and Katsumi too?”
“Of course you can my love.” You said softly, bending down to lift him into your arms before planting kisses across his cheek.
The small boy wrapped his arms around your neck and cuddled into your shoulder, enjoying all the attention his mother was giving him.
Once at your bedroom you opened the door, raising an eyebrow to your smirking husband who was already in bed, why was he smirking?
“Wait… where’s Katsumi..oOF!” Your words were cut off when a new child latched onto your waist almost causing you to lose your balance.
“I got her daddy!” Katsumi said proudly, in her eyes she had you under her full control.
“Good job princess, now bring her to the bed!” Bakugou yelled with his fist in the air while Katsumi tugged at your waist. Playing along you trudged to the bed with your two children climbing all over you until you flopped down on your side, both kids standing on top of you with fists in the air as well.
“You little boogers are gonna feel mommy’s wrath now!” You yelled, causing your kids to shriek with laughter as you grabbed their waists and the fell down on the plush bed in your grasp.
“When does daddy get to feel mommy’s wrath huh?” Bakugou hissed, his arm snaking around your waist to drag the three of you next to him.
Your (e/c) eyes glared up to his own teasingly while your children snuggled up in between the both of you, “Daddy doesn’t want any of mommy’s wrath.”
“Don’t worry momma, we’ll get him back next time.” Katsuhiko said with a grin before latching on to your stomach.
You let out soft laughs, kissing both of their heads before resting your head on your pillow, looking into Bakugou’s eyes.
“Good night you booger heads, you too.” You said, narrowing your eyes to your husband who just chuckled in response.
“Good night Bakugou clan.”
this is basically canon but bakugou is secretly a whole ass good cook and no one can tell me different. wife him the fuck up!!!
and that is that on THAT. cherry is the president of this discourse regardless of if it’s canon and i’m her VP, sorry that’s just how it be~
Bakugou Katsuki
In the dormitories when all food has gone to shit, the whole class relies on Bakugou to whip up something in the kitchen.
It takes some heavy convincing though, he eventually agrees. But of course, it comes at a price.
“You! Dunce Face, Ponytail, Icy Hot, and Raccoon Eyes! Go to the nearest convenient store and buy whatever broth they sell, it better not be that cheap shit too!”
He begins to order people around mercilessly, no one is safe from his wrath.
“Kacchan, I think-” “What the FUCK are you standing around for, Deku? You and Four Eyes have a job to do!”
He’s screaming his head off as he chops up the vegetables for the class as people watch from afar in awe shock and fear.
Almost everyone that has approached/interrupted Bakugou during his cooking has been snapped at… Until…
“Katsuki! I think I accidentally burnt the eggs…” And lo and behold, when the raging blond ball of fire turns around, his S/O stands behind him with a burnt pan of eggs.
“How in the…?” Bakugou has to breathe for a moment to release his utmost confusion.
“You know what, it may be shit but we can work with that. Throw those out and start again, (Y/N),” as he easily lets his S/O off the hook.
“Okay!”
The class just stands there. Disbelief? Astonishment? Jealousy? He was so nice to you???
Or when you’re cutting food, you do it too slow for Bakugou’s liking. So instead he watches you for a little while, admires, then fucking snatches away whatever you were doing.
“You were doing well, but I had to stop you, I couldn’t take the pace at which you were going. Thanks though.”
The end result of Bakugou’s food is so GOOD??? Every girl is jealous in the dorms of his S/O because with those cooking skills he’d make such a great husband.
(Gordon Ramsey, you’re being shown up!)
Pink {Bakugou Katsuki}
I should be studying for my molecular biology exam, but instead I did a thing.
Katsuhiko sniffles as he wipes his bloody nose on his ruined pink shirt. He wishes he didn’t believe his daddy. He wishes that he’d never even looked at that shirt. Maybe if he wasn’t so different he wouldn’t be crumpled in the wood chips under the plastic slide with the tattered shreds of fabrics barely clinging to his body. Katsuhiko crawls out from under the slide, standing with shaking legs and trembling fists.
Tears well in his eyes as he looks at his father. Boys don’t cry, they said as they pushed him down. Boys don’t wear pink either, they said as they ripped his shirt. But if daddy said it was okay, then he thought … Katsuhiko sniffles again, bringing his hands to his eyes. He walks slowly over to his father who is talking on the phone. His head is lowered as he rubs a bruise on his arm. Katsuhiko doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t demand to be acknowledged.
“I’ll pick up some medicine for Katsumi on the way home. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, babe, I know. It’s just a cold, babe, she’s not gonna fucking die. I’m not! Yeah, okay. Mm-hmm. He's—”
Bakugou pauses mid sentence when he lowers his gaze to see the red blood trailing down Katsuhiko’s chin. His grip tightens on his phone, and the glass cracks under his fingers.
“I’m going to call you back.”
Bakugou hangs up, crouching down before his small son.
“What the fuck happened?!” Bakugou asks in a tight voice, looking over his son’s beaten face, “Who the fuck did this?”
Katsuhiko hiccups as fat tears roll down his cheeks. He dives into his father’s chest, crying and wiping his face against Bakugou’s shirt. His tiny body is trembling as his fist grasp for his father’s comforting arms. Bakugou lifts his son, patting him on the back, trying to quell his crying the best he can.
“Hiko, I need you to tell me what happened,” Bakugou says, more gently.
“A m-mean boy c-c-called me n-names,” Katsuhiko blubbers, “A-And he m-m-m-messed up my shirt.”
“Who.”
Katsuhiko points to a boy standing at a bench before his own father. Bakugou’s eye twitches. He looks back at Katsuhiko, setting him down gently. He cups his son’s face, wiping his wet cheeks and then his nose. He shrugs off his jacket and places it over Katsuhiko’s shoulders before ruffling his short blond hair. Bakugou sits his son on the bench and gives him a stern finger, telling him to stay before, stalking over to the bully and his piece of shit father.
“Hey, fuck face!”
The father raises a greasy brow, “Are you talking to me?”
“Yeah, I’m talking to you! You need to raise that little piece of shit better!” Bakugou roars, pointing to the kid, “My son is sitting over there beat the hell up!”
The father runs his hand through his thinning hair before huffing air out of his nose, “Aren’t you a hero? You shouldn’t be talking to civilians that way.”
“I don’t give a fuck about my fucking public appearance when my son is being bullied!”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have raised a little sissy boy that likes wearing pink.”
Bakugou’s eye twitches. This is about a fucking shirt? The shirt that Bakugou encouraged him to wear. He told him it was all right, and this is where it got him … a bloody nose and bruises. Bakugou’s palms spark as his blood pressure rises. His hair stands on end, teeth scraping together as his jaw tightened.
“First of all, it’s not pink, it’s salmon, you uncultured fuck!” Bakugou roars as punches his fist into the palm of his hand, setting off an explosion, “Secondly, who gives a shit if my boy wears pink! It’s a fucking shirt! He’s six years old, you prick. He can wear whatever the fuck he wants!”
Bakugou looms over the man, crimson eyes sweltering.
“I fucking dare you to say some shit about my son again,” he growls in a low voice, “Fucking do it and see what happens.”
Sweat rolls down the man’s fat neck as his breath quickens. Bakugou looks at the pathetic excuse for a man cowering before him. Sissy? Who’s the fucking sissy now? Bakugou snorts before shooting a look at the young bully.
“And you,” he growls in a softer voice, “Don’t be a fucking dick. If you’re known as the bully, it’s a fucking hard place to come back from, believe me. Understand me, brat?”
The kid nods rapidly, looking from Bakugou to his nearly unconscious father. He turns on his heel, returning to Katsuhiko still sitting quietly on the bench where he left him. Bakugou picks him up, hugging him tightly with one of his large hands on Katsuhiko’s head. He whispers something in his son’s ear and presses a quick kiss to his temple. Katsuhiko pauses, feeling tears well in his eyes again.
“Do you understand me, Hiko?”
He nods, pressing his face into the crook of his father’s neck.
“Good,” Bakugou says, “Let’s go home.”
“Wear whatever the fuck you want, love who you want, do what you like. I am your dad. I will always be behind you and I’ll never stop loving you.”
Random Baku fluff???
And who is writing random stuff instead of request again? Me. I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head, and I had to write it.
“Are you okay babe?”, Bakugou asked through the closed bathroom door.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Go, you have work.”, you said weakly.
“You better fucking call me if you feel any worse.”, he growled.
“I will, bye.”
You heard his footsteps fade to the distance and the out door was slammed shut. You didn’t have much time to think, as you had to vomit again. Why were you feeling so sick? Had you eaten something bad? Were you pregnant?
“Nah, that can’t be.”, you said quietly.
The nausea and the sick feeling passed eventually, but you felt a bit wobbly. Maybe you should take a pregnancy test, just in case. It wouldn’t hurt to make sure. You walked to the nearest store and purchased a few different brands, just in case. You felt weirdly calm. What if you really were pregnant? You hadn’t ever really given thought to the idea of having kids, but now it made you smile for some reason. You placed your hand on your stomach, as you walked back home. A small life, growing inside of you. Could it really be?
You got home and took the test. You had to wait for three minutes after peeing on the stick. Those three minutes felt like an eternity. What if you really were pregnant? What would Katsuki thing?
“Shit.”, you growled, as the realization hit you.
You had never talked about having kids with him. He had never said he wanted any, or that he even particularly liked them. What if he didn’t want any kids? No, he wanted a family with you… Right?
Your phone beeped as a mark that the three minutes had passed. You didn’t want to look at the stick. You couldn’t. What if you were pregnant? What if you really were carrying another life inside you? What if… Katsuki didn’t want this child? What would you do then? No, you would deal with that thought if it became necessary.
After sitting there for a while, you finally gathered your courage, and grabbed the stick to your hand. Two lines.
“I’m pregnant.”, you whispered.
It was true. The thought that had felt so absurd just a few hours earlier, was now reality. What would happen in this reality? What would be the next step? You knew what your next step would be, but would Katsuki take that step with you? The second you knew you were pregnant, you had decided you would keep this child. You wanted go see a doctor, so you could be sure about this. You wouldn’t mention this to Katsuki, before you were sure. You didn’t want to scare him, or give him false hope, which ever would be his reaction.
You called the clinic and got an appointment for the next day. You decided, it would be best to stay at one of your friends, since you didn’t want Katsuki finding out anything, and you needed some time to take this all in yourself. You tried to call him, but he didn’t answer.
“Busy at work huh?”, you sighed.
You left him a message, and a note on the kitchen table. Next you called Uraraka, asking her, if you could stay a few night at her place. She was happy to comply, and you were at her door in no time. She was on vacation for that week, so she had free time. You dragged your backpack inside, and set it on the guestroom floor.
“So what brings you here on such sort notice?”, she chimed.
She was her usual bright self, and you decided you needed to talk about this with someone.
You explained the situation to her, leaving out the part that your boyfriend didn’t know yet, and she was ecstatic.
“Congratulations. This is amazing [Name]!”, she exclaimed, and hugged you.
“It is, but…”
“What? Are you not feeling well? Did Bakugou not take the news well?”, she asked.
“No-Wait. Why would you ask that?”
“Well, you two have never talked about starting a family, at least based on what you’ve told me over the years.”
“We haven’t, but…”
“I’m sure it’s gonna be fine. You just have to talk with him. You’re gonna be a happy family together.”, she smiled.
The two of you talked until it was already dark. You had also ordered some take out, and both of you were tired, so you decided to go to sleep. You laid on the guestroom bed, turning around. You felt restless. You hadn’t checked your phone for a few hours now. You grabbed it from the night stand, and opened it. You had a dozen of missed calls, and a few messages. All from Katsuki. You read the messages, and gave him a vague answer. You told him, you’d be coming home soon, and that he had nothing to worry about. You knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with that answer, but that’s what he would get for now. After that you put down your phone, and fell asleep.
When Bakugou had gotten home, the house had been empty. He just assumed you were out taking care of some business, but when he noticed the note on the kitchen table, he got the feeling, something wasn’t right. Not that there was anything wrong, but he had this weird feeling. Like you weren’t telling him something. He brushed it aside, and decided to get some rest. He was exhausted, and since you had finally messaged him that everything was fine, he believed you, and walked to the bedroom. He climbed on the bed, but it felt weirdly empty without you there. Eventually he fell asleep.
When Bakugou woke up the next morning, he stumbled to the bathroom. He was still half asleep, and he wasn’t really looking where he was going. Suddenly, he heard a crack under his feet. He looked down, and saw that he had stepped on something. He grabbed it, and just stared at it for a while. Then it hit him, the thing he was holding was a pregnancy test.
“What the fuck?”
He saw the package next to the sink and read the instructions.
“Two lines means pregnant.”, he said quietly, he looked at the test. “Two lines means pregnant.”, he repeated.
He blobbed down on the floor, still holding the package and the stick.
“I’m going to be a dad. I’m going to be a fucking dad.”, he said a bit louder.
Bakugou was smiling. He didn’t even realize it, but he was smiling. But why hadn’t you said anything about this to him? Were you being cautious? Knowing you that was probably the case.
You woke up, and realized you were almost late for your doctor’s appointment. You stormed out of the door, yelling at Uraraka that you’d be back later. Luckily the clinic wasn’t too far, and you made it just in time. When you got to the clinic, you realized you didn’t have your phone with you.
“Fucking shit.”, you growled.
Well, you couldn’t do anything about it now, so you just went to see the doctor. She was a nice, elderly lady, and she took the blood samples rather quickly.
“We have an in-house-lab, so if you want to I can give you a call, and tell you the results in a few hours.”, she said.
You gave her your phone number, and she said you’d get a call from the lab when the results came. She sent you on your way, and you headed towards your house to get some stuff. Katsuki was supposed to be at work already, so you didn’t have to worry about running into him.
You opened the door, and walked in. When you turned the corner to the bedroom, you froze. Katsuki was sitting on the bed. Holding the pregnancy test. You couldn’t say anything. You were just staring at him. He was hanging his head, and looked somehow defeated.
“It’s my day off. Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?”, he asked quietly, you couldn’t see his face, since his hair was covering it.
Of course it was his day off, how could you have forgotten.
“I couldn’t.”, you sighed, and went to sit next to him on the bed.
“Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?”, he repeated.
“I guess I wanted to be sure before I brought it up. Too late now.”
Neither of you said anything for a while. You were just sitting there, for god knows how long. Finally, Katsuki decided to ask the question you were both wondering.
“So, what’s the next step?”
“I know mine. Do you know yours?”, you asked quietly.
“Of course I fucking do. I decided the second I saw this.”, he said, raising the pregnancy test a bit.
“Let’s hear it then.”
He brought his face to your stomach, and whispered: “It’s your fucking dad here. See you in nine months punk.”
You could feel the tears rolling down your cheek. You were so happy. How could you have thought that he didn’t want this? He would be a great father. He raised his head, and saw you crying.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, no everything is fine.”, you smiled.
You were smiling, and so was he. You were both so happy, this would be a new chapter in your life together.
DAD BAKU AND MOM READER SPENDING TIME WITH THERE KIDS BUT THEY GO TO THE MALL TO BUY THERE KIDS A GIFT BUT THE KIDS DIDN'T KNOW THAT btw I love how u write baby it's so good!!!
Aaw, thanks.The kids’ (name’s at least) are from @sportyheroesimagines
“I don’t wanna go shopping, you’re just gonna buy some stupid adult stuff anyway.”, Katsumi pouted. “I wanna watch a movie.”
“We are all going, get into the car young lady.”, you commanded.
“Moooom.”, Katsumi whined.
Why were the kids so stubborn? Especially Katsumi. She had probably gotten that from his father. One of the many great qualities your husband possessed. Katsuhiko wasn’t thrilled about going to the mall either, but he didn’t throw a fit. He just sighed, and gave you an annoyed look.
Bakugou thought this was a stupid idea. He understood that you wanted to get something for the kids, but this whole thing was a pain in the ass. It was his day off, and he had wanted to sleep late, not get dragged off to some shopping trip, and why couldn’t you just tell the kids you were going to get some stuff for them, it would have made the whole thing so much simpler.
When you got to the mall, the kids were even more annoyed
“Kids, I know you don’t like this, and neither does your father, but we came here for a reason.”, you said.
The reason being, that there was a huge toy shop at this exact mall. You hadn’t told the kids why you brought them here, and you weren’t going to, not yet at least, maybe you just wanted them to learn something from this, or you just liked to tease them a bit.
“Okay kiddos, let’s get this over with.”, Bakugou murmured.
You all walked into the mall, and you could see the kids’ faces brightening up when they noticed the toy store.
“Mommy! Mommy! Can we go there, pleaseeeeee.”, they both begged.
“Sure.”
The kids ran to the toy store went their separate ways.
“You sure this is a good idea?”, Bakugou asked.
“I hope so. We should probably go after them.”
You went after Katsuhiko, and Bakugou went for Katsumi.
You found Katsuhiko looking at and holding some art supplies.
“Hey baby, did you find something nice?”, you asked, as you knelt next to him.
He nodded his head offered you some watercolors, kids markers and a coloring book he was holding.
“Can I have these mommy?”, Katsuhiko asked shyly.
“Of course. Should we get some drawing paper too?”, you asked.
Katsuhiko nodded, and grabbed your hand as you two walked to grab some paper.
“Katsumi! Where the fuck did you go?”, Bakugou shouted, earning a few disapproving looks from other parents.
“I’m here daddy. Look what I found.”, Katsumi giggled.
She was holding a remote controlled car.
“You want that?”
“Pleasee. Can I have it daddy?”, she whined.
“Yeah, we just gotta ask mommy. Show me where you found it.”
You walked to the counter with Katsuhiko, who seemed to be over the moon, holding his new art supplies. Katsumi and Bakugou appeared behind one of the selves, and they were both holding something.
“What did you find dear?”, you asked.
“A remote control car. Daddy wanted one too.”
“Oh did he now?”, you looked at your husband with a grin.
“Yes I fucking did, we’re gonna have a race. What did Hiko find?”
“I found these.”, Katsuhiko said, and showed his supplies to his dad.
“You’re gonna be a great fucking artist.”, Bakugou said, and ruffled the boy’s hair.
Katsuhiko grinned widely and Bakugou seemed pleased.
“Okay, put your stuff on the counter.”, you said.
“Can daddy have the car? So we can race?”, Katsumi asked.
“Yes, daddy can have the car, but two have to be careful with them. Okay?”
“Yessss, daddy we can race!”, Katsumi rejoiced.
“Fuck yes we can.”, Bakugou smirked.
You payed for the toys and the art supplies. The grin on all of their faces was priceless. Bakugou and Katsumi were talking about their car race, and Hiko was staring and smiling at his art supplies.
Suddenly, he stopped and said: “Mommy, you didn’t get a toy.”
“I don’t need one, you three offer plenty of entertainment.”, you smiled.
“You can draw with me mommy.”, Hiko offered.
“You can borrow my car too.”, Katsumi chimed in.
“Thanks lovelies.”, you said as you gave both of them a kiss on the forehead.
Katsuki gave you a quick kiss and was looking at you with gentle eyes. He loved you and these kids so much. And moments like these, just simple and loving, were the ones he enjoyed the most.
Hello! How about scenario of Daddy Bakugou woken up at night when his baby cries because of dirty diaper, when his wife is about to change for their baby he don't let her do that because she looks restless? Daddy bakugou is my aesthetic ❤ thanks
Katsuhiko (from @sportyheroesimagines ) again, precious baby.💜 Kinda easy to write since I have a really young little brother so I can just use him as an example(*^﹏^*)
It had been a sleepless few weeks. Bakugou had had to get up early the last few weeks so you had been taking care of the baby at night. You were starting to get really tired, because you got maybe 6 hours of sleep, and in that time you woke up at least 3 times.
The baby woke up in the middle of the night again. You were already going to get him, but Bakugou got up first.
“Go back to sleep babe. I’ll deal with Hiko.”, he said.
Bakugou checked the baby’s diaper and it was dirty.
“Yeah I can take care of this, just fucking sleep, you look like shit.”
You didn’t want to admit it, but he was probably right, so you just pulled the buried your face into the pillow.
Bakugou tiptoed out of the room, and went to the bathroom to change the diaper. The baby wasn’t crying anymore, he was looking around, half asleep.
“Okay you little shit- yep shit it is.”, he sighed as he opened the diaper.
Bakugou changed the diaper, and the baby was staring at him the whole time.
“Done, okay. Shall we go the fuck back to sleep? Or are you going to stay awake?”
Katsuhiko just giggled at his fathers question, and tried to grab his hair.
“Let’s go.”, Bakugou yawned.
Bakugou placed Hiko down to his cradle, but the second he let go of the little guy, he started to cry. Bakugou picked him up and the little fella calmed down.
“If you sleep between me and mommy, will you be fucking nice?”, Bakugou said quietly.
Hiko just giggled and started trying to reach for his fathers hair again. Bakugou scoffed and laid down with Hiko in his arms. The boy seemed to calm down, except that he escaped from Bakugou’s arms, and crawled to his mothers side.
“Oh, little Hiko, come here.”, you muttered, and wrapped your arms around him.
The boy was fast asleep in his mothers arms, and Bakugou just laid there for a while, watching at the two of you. The two of his most precious people.
can i request domestic bakugo or shinsou with their child and swear jars?
I picked Bakugou, because, well, he swears a ton and the kids would pick it up from him.
“Katsumi, where the fuck is your brother?” Bakugou yelled.
You were at work, so he had some time with the kids, and of course, now they were hiding from him.
“I’m not telling” Katsumi laughed and stuck her tongue out. Scribbling something in her notebook
“Daddy you need to find me!” Katsuhiko yelled from somewhere in the house.
“Alright, you better be hidden well cause I’m gonna fuckin find you” Bakugou grinned.
Katsumi scribbled something again.
Bakugou want around the house and when he finally found the kid, he put him on his shoulders, and made a mad dash to the living room. Katsuhiko was laughing like crazy.
“Hell yeah” Katsuhiko grinned.
“Hell yeah indeed” Bakugou joined in.
The door opened and you walked in, it seemed you had gotten off work early today.
“Mommy! Mommy, I counted bad words”
“Oh really” you scooped your daughter to your arms and looked at Bakugou.
“Wasn’t me, I fucking swear”
“Uummhum” you rolles your eyes.
“I mean-Shit-Fuck-Ya know”
“So how much does Daddy have to put into the swear jar?”
Katsumi counted with his fingers and showed you “Three, and Katsuhiko needs to put one”
“Oh really, who might have taught your brother bad words?”
“Daddy” Katsuhiko announced proudly.
“Fuck” Bakugou sighed.
Some soft Dadzawa. Just got inspired last night to write something extremely soft.
Warning: kidfic
You woke with a start, heart hammering in your chest. Your nerves settled after a few deep breaths and you realized it was too quiet. The newest addition to the household was adorable but had a regular every three hour schedule. A quick glance at the clock showed midnight. A little over four hours since you’d passed out, a necessary habit of sleeping when the baby did. Your hand reached towards Shouta’s side of the bed but found it empty. Warm but empty. He hadn’t been gone long then. That’s when you heard it. A soft sound coming from the monitor.
You couldn’t make out the words but there was no mistaking the soft, deep voice of your husband. Without making a noise you made your way to the nursery. The door was already open and you were treated to a sight.
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More soft Dad fic!!! Featuring everyone’s favorite explosive blonde.
Nerves of steel. That is how you pictured the man you had married. He was harsh, quick to curse, had a temper, and certainly didn’t hold back when it came to his opinion. He had his softer moments but even they were punctuated with “dumbass” or “idiot”. You were his idiot though and woe be to anyone who tried to insult you. The man wasn’t what anyone would call kid friendly, as you distinctly remembered the UA provisional licensing exams. All of that to say…
Katsuki stared down at the baby nestled in the crook of his arm, tiny fingers wrapped around his pinky as he tilted the bottle for them. Tiny legs kicked angrily as if the bottle wasn’t going fast enough for them. "Hey, hey.“ You’d never heard him use such a soft tone before, in all the years you’d known him. Here he was, gazing down at the little angry infant, who most definitely, took after his temperament. His eyes were soft, no squinting at idiots or angry twitching. A soft smile graced his lips as he watched his kid attack the bottle in his hand. Almost as if he sensed you looking at him, he looked up and locked eyes with you.
"What are you looking at dumbass?" You bit your lip as Katsuki cradled the infant in his arm. They finished and practically threw the bottle before letting out an annoyed scream. "Up we go.” Almost in a fluid movement, Katsuki had the small blanket spread over his shoulder and the baby leaning against it. Giving them a good pat on the back for the burp.
“I’m just enjoying seeing this softer side of you, that’s all." You grinned from the chair as his eye twitched in annoyance.
"Oi, oi. What fucking soft side are you talkin’ about? Ain’t nothing soft about me!” He argued but you noticed that even during his tirade, the gentle grip on the baby never changed.