also me: imagines being bakugos impregnated stay-at-home wife, wearing this nightgown that fits perfectly around my swollen belly and him calling me beautiful 🥺🥺🥺
i'd been wanted to respond to this for a while bc im literally obsessed with this concept and like............ certain tropes surrounding it....
and a couple days ago when i went to like... write up a draft of what i was going to say, i ended up... doing this instead. so uh, beep beep.
enjoy?
(warning: you are pregante, soft, dad-like bakugo............ experimental style...)
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Katsuki being so private that his coworkers only find out you’re expecting when they drop by your house to deliver some paperwork...
People at the agency have been wondering where he’s been lately; Dynamight's never been much for missing days of work under any circumstances (everyone remembers the time he showed up a couple hours after getting his nose broken, another time when he came to work in splints), but he’s been leaving his shifts so early lately. It’s fine, you know… he’s the boss and all, so it doesn’t really matter since he’s still attending his patrols… but as the days grow shorter and colder, the less often he can be found stationed in his office, blonde head ducked down into paperwork for hours on end.
It’s October when there’s an incident; a sidekick of Dynamight’s getting into a nasty spat with someone who leaves him with a concussion…
And though things are fine, as Dynamight wouldn’t hire someone who couldn’t handle a couple blows, the poor guy still needs to have his recovery time accounted for and signed off on… and being in the hospital obviously prevents him from going by himself.
So another sidekick, a sturdy graduate with the hero name of Havoc, volunteers to do the honors instead.
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The house is beautiful, Havoc notices.
Nestled in the corner of a street, the front lawn stretches across pavements like a friend, and the porch is lined with pots of flowers and flowers in pots.
Havoc knocks.
She waits. She knocks again, taps her foot twice, and waits again. She goes in to knock a third time, frown curling downward in worry, only for the door to swing open where instead of Dynamight, she finds you.
She doesn’t know it’s you, though… doesn’t recognize the tilt to your head or the clippings in your hair. She doesn’t recognize the crease in your brow, the slight to your nose… nor the flowy white slip that drapes over your body and contours around… a large and swollen belly… one you’ve got your hand resting on gently, the other hidden on the doorknob.
“Oh my god,” Havoc begins, already beginning the process of stepping backwards and off your porch. Her feet seem to fill with sand, tongue slipping as she squeaks. “Oh no, I thought—- I’m so sorry. I think, I… I’m at the wrong—“
“Havoc, right?” you interrupt seamlessly. “Kat told me you were coming.”
Kat? She stops the babbling, and your face breaks into the prettiest smile when she confirms.
“…yes?”
“Come in. I’ll make you some tea.”
You don’t look back to make sure she follows.
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“Katsukis bad about telling me first names, so I only really go by whats on the TV.”
You dance around the kettle, fiddle with a drawer, before opening a cupboard and pulling out a shiny tin of something.
“He calls, oh God, Dash, I think?” you mutter, fishing out a teabag, “He calls him curls. Like his hair, you know? Calls you Stinky.”
Havoc can hardly focus on what you’re saying, can’t seem to formulate a response either. Her eyes instead locked on to the belly settled low and comfortably on your body, that of which protrudes proudly like the moon.
You continue, pouring the kettle while laughing softly. “I always complain, say he owes you guys respect, you know?”
She hums, softly.
“But he just says it doesn’t matter. That you guys call him worse. I believe it.”
You glance over your shoulder and Havoc forces herself to meet your eyes. The orange sun reflects through the kitchen window above your sink, and bounces into her eyes.
“Here, sweetie.”
You smile again, the beam bright and kind, and turn around with a teacup. It smells sweet, like herbs and citrus, and the steam brushes her face in a kiss.
Havoc wants to thank you. Wants to hold your hand, ask why you’re so kind.
What slips out instead is: “You’re pregnant,” a pause, and then, “Oh god, I’m sorry… obviously you’re—“
But you don’t seem phased at all, a laugh cutting through the cloud of awkwardness Havoc feels like she’s clearly filling the kitchen with.
“I am.”
“With Dynamight’s baby?” she asks, watching you move your hands to cup your belly once more and gently nod once more.
“Yes.”
Havoc feels silly for asking. Feels like she’s violating something unspoken by digging into her boss’s life, by being at his house in the suburbs… by talking to his wife.
The interns and sidekicks at the agency would die if they heard about this. They always gossip about Dynamight being the type to be the type to eat, sleep and breath work… to live in a one bedroom apartment, to be wedded to the job.
Granted, it’s not like they didn’t know he was married, but he rarely wears his ring.
Part of her feels like she’s in sex ed all over again.
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“Fucking finally, kid,” Dynamight marches through the door with a frown on his face. “Took so long, thought I’d rot here before you got here.”
Havoc rushes to stand out of respect, the chair nearly tipping backward as she flings herself to her feet.
“I have your paperwork, sir!”
“God, you’re loud. Sit down” Dynamight glances at her for a second before his frown deepens. “If you even think about turning my house into the office I’ll write you up for insubordination."
She doesn’t move, only watches as he takes a seat himself and you follow behind, beginning the process of making another cup of something warm.
“I wouldn’t have…. We didn’t know, that uh…” Havoc stutters, looking down.
“That’s she’s pregnant?” he interrupts, a harsh sound— a laugh, maybe—coming from the back of his throat, “No shit, Sherlock. I never said.”
“Sorry, sir,” she says, but Dynamight just rolls his eyes.
“Cut the shit, and I’m serious, by the way. Sit the fuck down, I’m getting tired just looking at your sorry mug. You too, babe.” Dynamight rubs a hand over his face, presses his fingers into his eyes, but the words come out smooth, natural, and like they don’t hurt as he speaks over his shoulder. “Stop making tea for shitheads.”
In her dazed, amazed stupor, Havoc realizes he’s not really talking about her.
Your laugh tinkles from across the kitchen as you put down the teacup and instead start waddling to his side.
“Coming, sorry.”
“You fucking better be. Making my kid’s mom’s feet hurt. You shit.”
As you approach, Dynamight reaches for your hand to help steady you as you slide (with a huff and a puff) into the chair next to him. He gives you one last glance, more of a look-over than anything, before turning to Havoc with a glare, his lips almost in a pout, and she realizes that he’s joking.
“Can’t stand these slow-ass civilians nowadays. Need all these damn sidekicks just to keep them in check."
Havoc nods along, trying not to ruin the moment with a nervous smile, and though he still appears exasperated, Dynamight reaches out with one thick and calloused hand to ruffle her hair.
“Now gimme my damn paperwork. I’m fuckin’ sick of you, kid.”
Next to him, you laugh, and she realizes that his other hand is resting perfectly on your belly.
While I also agree that bakugo adopts an orange cat, I also love entertaining the idea of bakugo having a big, fluffy white coated cat like this one
He calls her princess (even tho YOU'RE princess 😒), spoils the hell outta her, damn near treats her like she is his daughter (like scaring off the male cats that crosses your yard occasionally 😐). He always makes sure her coat remains white by brushing her everyday but also gets upset when he finds shedded hair everywhere and feeds her a nice healthy diet but sometimes slips her some food from his plate like she's a DOG. He can't walk two steps because she's swirling in-between his legs. But the kicker is that she doesn't like you, always swatting her paws at you when you pet her coat. Bakugo says it's because she's jealous and you're like "what is she jealous for??" while he's striving from the attention 😑
(orange cat reference here!)
as;dlfjkasd now we're getting into REAL cat lover bakugo hours... why is this so darn TRUE!!!
He literally swears up and down, left and right, that he doesn't spoil her AND YET, every single second not spent at work or with you is taken up with her. brushing her fur, making her little meals, sitting on the bed together... he probably even gets a little miffed when you interrupt their time together because if something isn't right "she's gonna be upset..."
BAKUGO! that is a CAT!!!
He's lowkey right though because if she's not brushed, the fur problem just gets worse. if she's not fed w/ her special treat, she'll meow ALL NIGHT. It's honestly a good thing you like cats LOOOL even if he is wound right around her little paw w/ how they're always together. ALWAYS (her always being at his feet is taking me out. she definitely thinks he's her man aldfjasdkj)
It's funny though because as irritating as it can be, you can definitely tell they're meant for each other since theyre both such fussy babies. He treats her the way he wishes he could treat himself LOOOL
(and treats you, when he makes it up to you once she's locked out of the room adfkjalsd)
(found this is my drafts and remembered i was soooooo excited to post it. dunno what happened LOL) + (i’m sure you know but i have a dilf thing where I talk about it here!)
SOOOOOOOOO TRUE, THO!!!!!!!!!!!!! me when he has hairy arms, hairy legs… hairy chest, hairy belly, back, shoulders and b—
Makes me go insane to think about. truly insane.
and i know his hero costume is pretty full coverage, but like... on his days off or when he’s stuck in the office, i think it would be sooooo easy to get caught up in the way he looks in a just a plain, cotton t-shirt. like... biceps making the sleeves bulge, veins trailing toward his elbow, and to top it all off, a thick layer of hair to cover the outer expanse of his forearm???
LITERALLY it would be so hard not to stare... he’s making his coffee, minding his business... you’re off to the side half-drooling (or at least, EYE would be) at the sight.
I don't wanna bother you since you're getting ready to move and you're doing matchups so I'll just leave this in your inbox so you can get to it whenever you feel like it <3
So what happens is that Pro-hero Bakugo demands his 'stress ball' after finishing a truckload of paperwork. You, his little submissive little assistant, of course obeys him. so you bend down and lets him roughly fondle your boobie 🥺🥺🥺🥺
i've actually moved already (yay)! i could honestly talk a lot abt it, but to keep it short it's what i spent the whole last week doing, alongside starting up in person classes yeesh...
regardless (which is funny since i always end up losing your asks when you don't say this), YOU'RE NOT BOTHERING ME AT ALL AND NEVER HAVE :((( im just lame and slow as hell and you're way too kind omg djfalkjsdlf... but...
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I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME!!!
Being on his lap, back-to-chest with him and one of his thick arms up your shirt... hell, even when he's not kneading at a boobie, he's at least holding onto one, cupping it gently when the bruising finally stops and his focus is meant to be elsewhere.
He's so nonchalant about it, too... uncaring of who walks into his office and happens to witness the rather blatant affection. It's not like people don't know of the "little" (see: big and quite obvious) thing you have together (being that Bakugo literally steals your coffee every morning and drives you home every night), but seeing it firsthand is so... different... than what one expects of the grumpy man.
Even with company in the room, your stillness now disturbed as you try to squirm off of his lap, Bakugo doesn't relent... pulls his hand away from the warmth of a tit, maybe, but still uses the opportunity to keep you glued to his chest by wrapping it around your waist instead, his warm breath all over your shoulder.
The uninvited visitor's reaction aside (usually wide-eyed and nervous), they're hardly able to turn toward the door to leave before Bakugo's hand goes right back to where it was... except now a lot more forceful, as suddenly he has an excuse to grab a nipple between his fingers.
It's my turn with kirishima labor hcs 🥺 kirishima would bring stringed headphones when you go into labor. He plugs one bud into your ear and the other into his and plays calming music. It helps soothe both of you.
AHHH what a sweetie pie!!! Plays the most relaxing things when your music gets too intense and glares at anyone speaking too loudly out of fear it will disturb the sounds…
This also makes me think about how he probably gets super close to you in order to do so, too… so he ends up getting on the bed with you and letting you rest between his legs while you listen together, too.
He’s already such a cuddly daddy who just wants to hold you and baby all the time. Crine crine crine.
WAIT BAKUGO POSTING WEDDING PICS ON A SOCIAL MEDIA NETWORK IS SO CUTE!
like imagine it's a pretty big event like a met gala and there's a lot of unwanted paparazzi and the smaller news channels who wants to get a piece of the action but Bakugo shuts that down because he leans to being a more private person, however, he decides to post one of his wedding pics with no context to give what the people want by attaching a beautiful candid photo of you both giving that kiss to seal the deal (which blows up like that one egg on ig hdhdb) but he mostly wanted to do it because he's prideful of his relationship and wants to tell the world that he's in love 🥺🥺🥺
"but he mostly wanted to do it because he's prideful of his relationship and wants to tell the world that he's in love🥺🥺🥺"
Stop, stop, stop, STOPPPPPPP, stop... I literally can't even add anything onto this because you captured it PERFECTLY...
Literally the photo is the new St*rmi announcement (lol i forgot abt the egg)... like, one single picture is all the public gets and everyone is still going nuts as if the wedding announcement wasn't made WEEKS ago. Plus the fact that he probably never lets anyone live it down, either....
I just... I just... YEAH!!!! This is your brain tbh:🌎🌍🌏
Okay back in high school I used to have those ELA class presentations and one was a goal you wanted to do after high school
So imagine it's Kami's turn and he gets up in front of the class with a big grin that challenges Kiri's and you know he's about to do something embarrassing...
So he starts about 'normal' things he wanted to do after high school like finding his dream job or smacking bakugo's forehead without any trouble, and then it happens
He says he wants to marry you and goes on an oration that would last for an hour if the teacher hadn't told him that's enough
Then everyone after class keeps teasing you, purposely bumping into you just to say 'sorry Mrs. Kaminari', bakugo is merciless 😭
(references here!)
THIS IS MAKING MY CRY ALL OVER MYSELF, PLEASE...
Like he's up there, and he keeps looking at you so you know things are going to go haywire, since with him, they always do... but you can't figure out what right until the slide show flicks to some embarrassing picture you sent him privately that he saved, and he's going off on some tangent that's like...
"And once we graduate, I plan to get married to y/n... yes, y/n, they're right there... babe, please say hi. Yes, them."
Cue you melting right into your seat when he starts pointing, horrified... but of course he just continues, and pulls up like a pinterest board's worth of stuff about you and how he wants your future is going to go... and just because it's ridiculous, Denki's probably even like, made some of those weird face-morph pictures to show what your kids will look like...
And (because this was my highschool experience with presentations) your professor keeps coughing and awkwardly smiling to him about wrapping it up... but Denki's just going "Uh, I'm not finished. Anyway, I want a honeymoon with snow, but that would mean Winter wedding? Maybe Australia? Y/n?"
LIKE, PLEASE DENKI NOT HERE, YOU'RE SWEET BUT LET'S GO HOME AHHHHHH... and when you look over next to you, both Kirishima and Sero are fucking DYING and you can tell Bakugo wants to explode...
And just like you said, when the whole campus gets wind of this and starts calling you Mrs. Kaminari or asking where's the ring... yes, Mina starts yelling shit like, "SHOO, STOP BEING MEAN TO THE BRIDE," too...
Denki couldn't be happier.
But on a more serious note, because part of me doesn't know how jokey you wanted me to take this... it's also making me cry more to think about Denki just being serious about the whole thing.
Like, boring presentation about futures and jobs and dumb crap, but right at the end he's pulling the "And of course, I'm gonna marry y/n..." with a little smile and wave to you...
It's still embarrassing, but so, so, SOOOO cute because the whole class goes "Aww!" and teases you very sweetly as you're leaving together and Denki's still just so proud of the fact...
