it’s always deku’s breeding bitch this and bakugou’s bimbo housewife that,, smfh where’s the content about homemaker!deku and househusband!bakugou??
homemaker!deku making pinterest boards of room themes and amazon wishlists. going to home improvement stores for paint swatches. mumbling to himself as he pushes an overflowing cart down every aisle because when he sees something he thinks you’ll like he just has to toss it in. smoothing his emerald curls back with a headband so he can get down and dirty as he assembles furniture. mapping out floor plans according to feng shui and coordinating the throw pillows to the rug and decor in the living room. and when you come home to him, he’s bursting at the seams, excited for you to see what he’s done with the place. of course, doesn’t matter to you what it looks like: if deku’s happy, you’re happy. he practically cries at the praise, guiding you around each section of the house and asking your opinion. sometimes when you’re around on a day off, he’ll make a whole show of it, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he places trinkets and hangs paintings, even going so far as to wear just a pair of overall shorts to tease you when he splatters the cream colored hue down his front, letting it drip over those thick, meaty thighs of his. you always fall for it. he sure is easy on the eyes. besides, every throw blanket he chooses is always perfect for warming up after an hour or two bumping uglies.
househusband!bakugou who’s always cleaning up the place. an apron, headscarf, rubber gloves and a big ol’ caddy with everything from the basic soaps to the roughest, toughest steel wool pads (he got them from a farmer’s market). he’ll mop over the hardwood one, two, even three times, damn cat always knocking over spices and shit. not that he’s embarrassed of it, after all it’s what a good husband should do for his hardworking wife, but he’s glad none of his former classmates will ever see him on his hands and knees, scrubbing grout in the bathroom. they wouldn’t get it anyways, damn extras: he might not be number one anymore, but he’s the fucking romantic lead of this movie, you can bet your ass on that. his routine every day is absolute. the grocery shopping done in the morning, the cleaning, laundry, bills, and chores mid afternoon, and dinner prep by the early evening. that’s the step he takes the most time on, switching into a looser apron, one that’s stained and worn a little ragged with burns and frayed strings from the ghosts of kitchen nightmares past. he didn’t master those knife skills overnight, ya know! you always tell him if he ever gets bored of the househusband gig, he should go back to school for culinary practice. he waves it off every time with a long, slow smooch, reassuring you nothing makes him happier than making you happy. he just wants everything to be exactly as it should when you come home, give you one less thing to worry about. he also knows the less chores there are for you to do after work, the sooner he can serve you dinner, and the sooner you eat, the sooner he can fuck you.