#dilf doctor bakugou

[hanji-is-life]

just thinking about Dr Bakugou giving a full physical to a cute lil patient who only came in with a headache, insisting that an orgasm would be the only way to cure her... insisting on administering that cure himself...

‘don’t worry princess, I’ll make you feel better’

cw: slight dub con? idk reader is just dumb but kinda loves it ^ also he's a dilf in this so--

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"Doctor Bakugou? Are you sure you need to check...down there, if I just keep getting headaches?"

You honestly don't know how you ended up in this position. You came into your usual doctors office after having consistent migraines for a few weeks now. But your primary doctor called out sick today and was replaced by another cuter doctor. You didn't really mind at first, especially with how the doctor kept looking at you, as if you were a full course meal.

Although, you're not really sure where he got his medical license from...

You practically cowered under his stare at first. It was so heavy, so intense and focused solely on your mouth, and wandered down to your your neck, your chest, your hips...

After explaining the issue, Doctor Bakugou had insisted that a physical was the best way to understand the problem at hand. Confused, you figured that they were just going to recommend you to a neurologist, but, the doctor knows best right?

"Shut up. I know what I'm doing. Who has the fucking degree here?"

So you listened. Stripped down in front of him to your underwear, even though you were sure that he was supposed to leave, laid down on the cold examination table, and rested your heels on the edge of the bed as instructed.

He had been examining your lower half for just a minute too long to be professional. But he must have found the root to your problem, going by the hum in his throat as he removes his finger from inside you and snaps your panties back in place. He stands, rests his hands on either side of your hips to loom over you.

"I know what the problem is."

He looks so scary like this. Too big to be in this pristine white lab coat, red eyes too bright for the baby blue room, silvery hairs at his temple catching the light as he watches you from over his glasses. You can only hum, swallow the lump stuck in your throat as he slowly starts to remove his yellow gloves that still shine on the fingertips with your slick.

"What is it, Doctor Bakugou?" He practically shivers at hearing his name drip from your sweet, innocent little mouth.

"You need to orgasm."

...

Again, you don't really know how you found yourself in this situation really. Bent over the examination table, your pants and panties around your ankles as this older doctor fucks you raw in some clean little doctors office.

You have been begging him to slow down, reminded him that you had orgasmed enough times to cure your headache. He only slips thick fingers into your mouth to silence you, hisses that he knows what the fuck he's talking about, to not fucking question him.

You listen, try to keep your noise to a minimum as he angles your head to the side to devour your mouth. His thin framed glasses are pushed into his hair, his fancy slacks loose around his knees as his heavy cock carves its shape in your pretty little insides.

You cum for the fourth time in under twenty minutes. You're sensitive, thighs quivering as you let him suck greedily on your tongue as he moans in your mouth when you clamp down around him. He pulls away from your lips momentarily, only to whisper against your cheek,

"One more orgasm will cure you. Or maybe two. Depends on how fast you make me cum."

It ends up taking more than two to really get you cured. After you're finished and fucked out, Doctor Bakugou gives you his card and number to call in case your migraines come back.

...

They haven't come back, but you tell him they do just four days later. He doesn't even sound surprised to hear from you, the cocky old fuck. Just tells you to come to his home office in twenty, and he'll get rid of those pesky migraines for sure.

[babyloposts]

New BakuBaby

(Ughhh I love this anime. Any excuse to use my baby Kotaro I’m gonna take)

Dilf!Bakugou x poc!fem!reader

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You and Katsuki knew better than to let lil mama get comfortable, but that’s exactly what you did. 5 years of blissful marriage with your little girl (that wasn’t so little anymore) and you felt that now was a good time to start over and have another. Katsuki wasn’t opposed to the idea he was more worried about how your daughter would react. She had already gone 13 years being an only child and she was spoiled rotten. Neither of you had any idea how she would react.

But one late night, coming home 2 bottles of wine deep after a date, the protests of your teenager were the last of yours and Katsuki’s worries. Plus you just so conveniently stopped taking your birth control about a month ago, so the timing was perfect.

Katsuki must have had some Olympic swimmers even after all these years because it only took one try before you were missing your period and waking up with morning sickness. Your husband was surprised, nervous, excited, and ecstatic all rolled into one. He forgot what it was like to have a new born and he was so happy that he would be experiencing all the highs and lows of pregnancy with the love of his life.

You waited well after your first trimester to announce your pregnancy to people and the first on the list was the most nerve-wracking, your daughter. You and Katsuki sat her down on the couch together and presented her with a small Polaroid. It took her all of a second to realize what was going on.

“We’ll it took you long enough.” She chuckled. Katsuki’s nose and brows scrunched at his baby girl’s reaction. He was expecting a full blown meltdown but it seemed she was being mature? “It would have been nice for us to not have such a big age gap, I mean 13 years? I’m practically gonna raise the baby myself.” Well nice to know one thing hasn’t changed. She still had no type of filter.

“You’re happy, then?” You asked hope practically radiating from your skin.

“Yeah, of course I am! I pretty much figured it out a month ago, though.”

“Wha- you did?” Katsuki questioned.

“Duh. All the signs were there. Morning sickness, the glow, plus Mom’s boobs have gotten bigger.”

Yep, no filter.

All your friends and family were super excited and supportive about you being pregnant and your pregnancy wasn’t that bad. At least, your first trimester wasn’t that bad. You didn’t start getting big until you were six months in and that’s when pregnancy, with all of its cravings, aches and mood swings, hit you with full force.

Katsuki, of course was super protective over you. Basically waiting on you hand and foot throughout your third trimester. He’d give you massages on your back and swollen feet, hold your baby bump up for you, run your baths, make late night trips to the store and whatever fast food you were craving (even if he would act like it was a burden to him, he wanted to go out for you). He was perfect, albeit a little over protective, especially when his friends came to visit you.

“Stop crowding her, and leave my kid alone! They’re kicking cuz they want your hands off of his home.”

“Y/N, is he always like this?” Mina giggled.

“Yeah even with his mother. He’s such a helicopter parent, and husband.” You laughed rubbing your bump with care.

“No I am not!”

Katsuki was so cute. He was just happy to be experiencing everything with you since he wasn’t around the first time. Even with Hero work you and his family came first, always.

The day finally came to push that big headed baby out of your cooch and you don’t know who was more annoying in the delivery room. Katsuki who was freaking the fuck out the entire time, his mother who was yelling at him to calm down because he was getting you worked up, or your daughter who was giving you a full play by play of what the doctor was seeing down there as you pushed. If it weren’t for your own mother being there, holding your hand, to keep you sane you might have kicked them all out and birthed the baby alone.

Once your daughter announced that the head was coming out Katsuki went into dutiful husband mode holding your other hand and telling you to keep breathing. A few insults were hurled at Katsuki for putting you in this pain, but he knew you didn’t mean it and it would all be worth it in the end.

And finally your son was in your arms and the mixture of your cries with his were filling the room.

Soon you settled into your new life of sleepless nights and living only to serve your little parasite precious baby. Katsuki somewhat knew what he was doing. He got full custody of your daughter when she was four months so he knew the basic needs that was required for a new born. He just couldn’t comprehend how cute and tiny he was.

No amount of cuteness can make up for all the screaming this baby did, however. Katsuki wasn’t used to fussy babies. When your daughter was small she would have her tantrums and meltdowns, but it seemed your son just cried for no reason. He wouldn’t want to feed, he had a clean diaper, and if Katsuki rocked him he wouldn’t go to sleep. The only thing that would calm him down was his mommy. And his sister surprisingly.

“How come he shuts up when you hold him.” Katsuki would pout after handing the baby off to you to cuddle in bed.

“Because he’s a mommy’s boy. Plus I’m prettier than you.”

“This is my woman son. You can’t have her.” Katsuki would pinch the little chub on your son’s cheek, causing him to stop feeding to look up at him with the stankest face he could muster.

“Aww look Katsu~ Baby’s first mean mug.”

A/N: I am so in love with this blended family head cannon. I think I’ll make another part showing the dynamic between the kids because something about older girls having younger sibling that they treat like their own baby. Ughhh it’s too cute I can’t 😩 anyways I hope you enjoyed this continuation (also I should probably name the kids… I’ll think abt it. Suggestions welcome :))

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[kiridarling]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

KATSUKI BAKUGOU | dilf!katsuki, puppy hybrid!reader, virgin!reader, light face slapping (once), light dumbification, degradation, spitting, oral (f.receiving), orgasm denial. minors dni!

𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎, 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘?

PT was stressful, and so was the idea of early retirement. Seeing fucking Deku swing from rooftop to rooftop like he’s some citified Tarzan makes Katsuki want to tear his eyes out, all while his boots are still gorilla glued to the goddamn ground.

The agency had solutions for his “restlessness” (read: anxiety) in their back pockets. With his only hobby six feet under and no more PT, Katsuki found sitting at home all alone absolutely unbearable; therapy once a week only worked so well, and the moment he began to get snappy, they shoved a new shitty solution in his face.

Get a hybrid.

“Too much? I thought you we’re complainin’ that it wasn’t enough, brat.”

Katsuki’s career didn’t pan out how he planned.

Well, it did, technically—he got his glory, his fame. He and shitty Deku traded the number one spot every other week and Katsuki has saved so many lives you’d die before counting them all. He even keeps in touch with Shitty Hair, who forces him on weekly bro-runs and the squad, who like to drag him out to some exclusive club at least once a month. But Katsuki has lived, and the death of a star is never quiet—he burst like a ball of fire, a supernova caked in blood and fury with passion thudding through his veins whilst protecting the city and the people he supposes he loves.

The moment the doctor entered with that look on his face, Katsuki knew. It was over, his entire goddamn career—and at fucking forty. That fight nearly paralyzed him from the waist down, and the way the doctor spoke implied that Katsuki was simply lucky to make it out alive. And he figures he could use that term. Lucky.

Katsuki won. Shitty Deku stood to the side while Katsuki fucking glowed, and national TV caught it all—the confetti cannons, the crowd, the star. His parents stood proud in the audience, next to his high school friends who had fat and ugly smiles on their faces, shouting bullshit like you did it man and you go Baku-Bro! All while Katsuki sat, decorated in green and orange lei’s and so many golden medals he thought his neck might snap, in a temporary wheelchair and begged to fucking differ.

“Shit,” he grunts, curling a lip at the pain lancing through his thigh. PT was a bitch but he got through it, and now his legs are nearly as strong as they were before—strong enough to support his morning jogs, at least. Katsuki pushes past the pain with a heavy sigh as he always does, opting to cut his usual two-mile run short instead.

PT was stressful, and so was the idea of early retirement. Seeing fucking Deku swing from rooftop to rooftop like he’s some citified Tarzan makes Katsuki want to tear his eyes out, all while his boots are still gorilla glued to the goddamn ground.

DYNAMIGHT, THE NUMBER TWO HERO, BOWING OUT EARLY?

The agency had solutions for his “restlessness” (read: anxiety) in their back pockets. With his only hobby six feet under and no more physical therapy to do, Katsuki found twiddling his thumbs at home absolutely unbearable; therapy once a week only worked so well, and the moment he began to get snappy, management shoved a new shitty solution in his face.

Get a hybrid.

“Hey man!”

Eijirou’s greying man bun bounces as he picks up the pace to reach Katsuki’s side of the park. The ash-blond invited him for a jog because for the first time he’s about to pick Shitty Hair’s brain for advice, even if it might be…well, shit.

They do the stupid “best bro handshake” that Eijirou insists solidifies their “best bro status” before they’re on their way: Pro Hero Red Riot and the Retired Hero Dynamight jogging kiddy laps around their neighborhood park.

“So, what’s up?” The redhead pries. Katsuki’s unsettled that Eijirou knows there’s something wrong in the first place, and he figures some reaction shows because the redhead chuckles. “You never call me to jog, no offense.”

Touché.

Katsuki shrugs at first, finding it ironic that he’s struggling to formulate the correct words in his head as if this hasn’t been the topic plaguing his thoughts for the past week. They string together eventually.

“There’s somethin’ wrong with ‘er.”

Eijirou’s frown is deep, “Y/N?”

Katsuki clicks his tongue. “Yeah.”

The entire fucking world knows Katsuki Bakugou owns a hybrid and he swears there were enough cameras at your adoption to deem it a marketing ploy. Adopting hybrids isn’t necessarily new, but it’s new enough that it’s unusual—and when one of the top Pro Heroes has something, everyone wants it.

“How?”

“She won’t leave her goddamn room,” Katsuki growls, his worry becoming more apparent as he walks it through. “She won’t eat. If I enter the kitchen, she leaves. She won’t even sit on the goddamn couch!”

The pedestrians taking up the surrounding sidewalk jump, and Eijirou gives them a small apologetic smile as they pass. Katsuki’s palm pops as Eijirou turns to say, “So, she’s avoiding you.”

“Way to fuckin’ rub it in, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki’s fists clench at his sides. Eijirou lifts an unimpressed eyebrow and the ash-blond huffs through his nose. “Yeah, she’s avoiding me.”

“Maybe she wants some alone time,” Eijirou casually offers, shrugging. And Katsuki wants to tear his hair out, because it ticks him off at how blind the redhead is.

You don’t do alone time. Ever. You invade Katsuki’s personal space so much your cheeks squish every time you two sit on the couch, watching whatever TV show you usually pick. You make Katsuki cook breakfast around you, his arms aching from trying to flip pancakes while you stand in between him and the griddle. Half the time (all the time) you sleep with him, because you don’t like sleeping alone and you’re terrified of the dark.

So what. The fuck. Changed.

“Maybe she’s dying,” Katsuki grumbles, nearly convinced. Eijirou snorts.

“I—no,” he snorts, before zoning out with a click of his tongue. “…Maybe she’s uh, getting ready for mating season?”

Katsuki short circuits and steps on his shoelace, disturbing the rhythm of the jog and almost sending him flying five feet forwards. He coughs to clear his throat.

“Mating season?”

“Yeah, dude,” Eijirou says, eyeing the pink in the blooming trees. “It’s Spring. And usually that’s like, mating season for hybrids.”

Katsuki snorts in disbelief—mostly because Eijirou shouldn’t know more shit about hybrids than he does, but then again, Eijirou watches the History channel for fun.

“Like—okay, I was watching this one thing,” he rushes, proving Katsuki’s point. “And apparently, female hybrids have to find a mate before they go into heat like mid-spring, and it’s super stressful for them and all that.”

“Huh,” Katsuki responds with a distant, almost glossy gaze, pulling for any recent signs that you could be going into heat. He finds none, and thinks that maybe, he should’ve read that informational pamphlet the vet gave him after all.

“Especially because once they go into heat I think it’s painful? I dunno, something like that.” Eijirou waves it off, but that comment plagues Katsuki’s mind for the remainder of the jog. For some reason, the idea of finding you a fucking “mate” just doesn’t sit right with him, but Katsuki adds call the vet to his mental to-do list either way.

When Katsuki gets home, the place is a mess.

There are torn pillows, couch stuffing torn and strewn across his atrium floor. The glass chandelier is swinging, and the pages from the decorative magazines usually stacked atop his coffee table are shredded to bits and trail back to his bedroom.

The only thing missing is you.

“Y/N?”

Katsuki doesn’t receive anything in response but his own echo, followed by a faint and peculiar buzz he notices once he’s looking for sound. With a frown, he follows the sound and ripped magazine to the closed door of his bedroom.

Opening the door was a fucking mistake.

“Oh m-my—“

The buzz emanates from the childish electric toothbrush whirring in between your legs. Your free hand has a vice grip on his pillow as you make a mess on his bed, with your pretty winking pussy and ballooning chest. It’s clear you’re new to this by the way your ears twitch and your body shakes, covered in a thin sheen of sweat that looks too much like glaze.

“Oh fuck.”

Your cute little puppy eyes widen as you realize you’ve been caught, and in his bed no less—but you don’t move to cover yourself up with his soaked sheets, of course not. You keep going.

“Ka—Katsu—I-I can’t—“

You can’t get your words out, let alone finish a goddamn sentence, and the pathetic way that toothbrush whirrs against your clit makes Katsuki thinks he could do so much better. You ditch the grip on his pillow to make grabby hands his way, and Katsuki finds himself on the wrong side of the doorway, closing the damn thing until he hears the lock click.

“Please,” you whimper. Katsuki’s pants tighten.

“Um,” he tries, throat feeling impossibly dry. Katsuki swallows and tucks his clammy hands in his pockets as if that’ll return this situation to any sort of normalcy—it doesn’t. “I don’t thi—“

“N-No,” you kick, baring your pointed canines. “No please it—it hurts.”

And fuck, the way you writhe really makes it seem like it does.

“Uh fuck—fuck fine, okay,” Katsuki supposes, because he is your owner, and if you’re in pain it’s on him to fix it, right? “But you can—“

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you say, and Katsuki’s cheeks heat as he crosses the room and settles in between your thighs because he hates to admit he’s thought of this before. And here you are. In his bed.

“Yeah. Yeah whatever, just…” Katsuki says, but the sight of your dripping thighs and cunt is enough to make him lose all train of thought. Getting a steady grip on your thighs, he’s immediately obsessed with how pliable they are underneath his fingertips. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re soaked.”

You mewl as he swipes a finger up your slit, legs jumping. Katsuki pushes your toothbrush off the bed to place his mouth over your clit instead.

“Fuck,” you two gasp in unison, and Katsuki allows his eyes to flutter shut, convinced he hasn’t tasted anything better. He chuckles at your tiny little sounds as he starts to bite and nip, sliding a calloused hand up your shirt to coax more than a muffled whimper out of you.

“How’s that feel?” Katsuki pulls away with pink lips to rasp, voice gruff and unfamiliar. It feels out of place to himself, but he doesn’t have much time to think about it because you say:

“Y-Yeah, feels good.” Your chest shudders underneath his palm as you adjust for a better view, watching him eat you out like you’re candy. “I wan—I want more.”

Katsuki’s lips slide into a hungry smile as you ask, all apprehension from earlier fading, and he lifts an angled eyebrow to eye you down. “What? My mouth ain’t enough for ya?”

“Well um,” your eyes dart everywhere but him, claws digging into the sheets as your shoulders scrunch meekly.

"Whadd'ya want, Princess?” Katsuki catches you by the cheeks to ask, squishing your face to the point where your lips wrinkle and pucker. Your bottom lip protrudes, followed by a needy whine; you look dumb—and Katsuki finds that’s the way he prefers it. His dumb little baby.

“No, I—“

“Tell me,” he insists, a little harsher than before, and adds a slight pressure to your cheeks.

You say something, but Katsuki’s holding your face too tightly for it to be anything but a mashed garble. Still, he understands what you say, but something in him wants to hear you say it.

“Louder,” Katsuki growls, subtly loosening his grip on your face.

“Your fingers,” you finally managed, followed by a heavy swallow. Katsuki raises an eyebrow as your words hang in the air and you panic. “I want your fingers. Please.”

The ash-blond grins at the desperation in your eyes, and taps your jaw with a heavy index finger twice.

“Open,” he grunts. Your jaw goes slack and you stick your tongue out without him asking.

Katsuki’s cheeks puff before he spits down your gullet with a feral grin. You close your mouth and swallow, and he stuffs you full with two fingers as a reward.

“O-Oh,” you keen in surprise, eyes widening in the cutest little way as you start to claw at his back, immediately whining about how it’s all too much. Katsuki chuckles.

“Too much? I thought you we’re complainin’ that it wasn’t enough, brat.”

You flinch as he flicks your oversensitive clit before messily thumbing it over, not showing any sympathy. Your cunt has a vice grip around his fingers and Katsuki knows before you say it, chest ballooning and whimpering as you slur:

"'M gonna—gonna cum."

"You're gonna what?" Katsuki pokes fun at your garbled sentence, crooking his fingers upwards. Your entire body seizes until your back is stark straight and feet flat on the bed and Katsuki keeps aiming for your g-spot, clumsily fumbling through the sheets for your toothbrush to give you the ride of your life.

"Fuck!" You squeal. The obscene slap of Katsuki's fingers against your pussy sounds downright filthy—in fact, you sound downright filthy, absolutely fucking debauched, and Katsuki rips his hand away before you drive off the edge. Your eyes rocket open.

"Wha—"

“Ever gotten fucked before, Princess?”

“N-No,” you say, oh so subtly squeeing around Katsuki’s fingers and ultimately giving him the head rush of a lifetime. “But I want—I want it. Please.”

He hums, carmine eyes raking your figure up and down in debate. But you know he’s a sucker for those big puppy eyes as much as he does, and when you blink at him so cutely. Katsuki can’t do much but crumble.

A sexy little smile slides across your face as you hear the clink of a belt buckle. You got him.

“Sure thing, Princess.”

i’m back :)

[saturnsorbits]

I'm very sorry for your loss! 😔 It does make sense and there's nothing wrong with being a little selfish when writing about something! After all, writing is a great way to explore and express your feelings!

I agree with Bakugou having a clear schedule of how his life is supposed to go but I also believe he'd be too focused on his work to just go and adopt a kid when he's ready! I do have a scenario tho! What if he couldn't have kids? 👀

I can see him being married and wanting to have a kid with his wife! They're trying and trying until they discover he can't have kids! He sees it as failing of course and he's not dealing with it in a good way so after a while they get a divorce! (If I wanted to make it more angsty, I'd have his wife havr an affair and find out she's pregnant right when he got the news from the doctor so he immediately realises it's not his kid! I borrowed that idea from a TV show that aired in my country a while ago)

Anyway, he's divorced now and back to being a workaholic! After a couple of failed relationships he also gives up on his dream of having a family! Now there are two ways this could go! One, he meets the child while volunteering at an orphanage with other Pro Heroes! He immediately feels a connection and keeps coming back to spend time with him and adopts him! Two, he saves the child during a villain attack! Too many people died, Pro Heores are heavily injured including Bakugou, but he manages to save the child and defeat the villain at the last minute! The kid clings to him even after the paramedics arrive and he finds out their parents died during the attack so he decides to adopt them!

What do you think? 👉👈

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Thank you 💕 Honestly don’t know where I’d be w/o writing sometimes.

See, in my head - it kinda goes like this: Bakugo’s always had this tight schedule, yeah. He works his ass off to get number one, which he does by the skin of his teeth at 25. He stays at number one for a while, maybe him and Midoriya switch for a year or two, but on a whole it’s consistent. He sets up his own agency. Goes abroad. Makes a name for himself on the world stage. Then, he hits his 30’s and… He’s bored. He’s achieved everything he set out to achieve and now he’s left with… Well, nothing. So, he begins to invest in his social life. He reconnects with old friends, most of whom have kids and loved ones at this point. He buys a house, gets a dog, but there’s still something missing. Queue: Bakugo adopts a daughter. (Bonus Points, if he re-connects w/his daughter to be through a hero event. She was a baby when he’d saved her from a car-crash, her parents already gone by the time he made it on scene. Now, she’s coming up 6, still in that orphanage and - oh, shit, she’s got a wild little temper, an uncontrollable quirk and a wicked mouth. She’s been labelled a ‘handful’ since the moment she could talk and Bakugo is fucking besotted the second he lays his eyes on her cussing out the poor carer who’s just trying to make sure all the kids get a chance to meet their favourite heroes).

Oh, my God! Your brain! I love that idea! For some reason I really, really vibe with the idea that he can’t have kids? And it’s perfectly angsty too. Having him have to cope with the breakdown of his marriage and the emotional fall out of being cheated on and lied to. But then, there’s this little person for him to take care of and there’s all this unconditional love 😭😭😭 Also: the image of a kid just clinging to him bc he’s already their sanctuary within moments of them meeting bc of an accident or something. I - No words. I love it. I love it. I love it.

I think the ‘Bakugo can’t have kids’ thing feeds into my uncle Bakugo hc’s from a while ago. Bc I do fully believe that Kirishima is so potent he could knock up a brick wall and Bakugo ends up as the un-official ‘uncle’ to at least three kids before he’s 25.

And now I’m thinking of DILF!Bakusquad outings with all of the kids and I’m 😭 Huge family picnics, zoo trips, days out hiking…

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Who Needs a Quirk When You Have a Scalpel

Who Needs a Quirk When You Have a Scalpel by A hipster weeb1207

Doctor Izuku with bi panic and trauma everyone simps for him dilf Aizawa at some point

Words: 811, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33544249

[hanji-is-life]

Omg!!!!!!! Your domestic Dilf Bakugou with a new baby got me damn near crying. It's so soft and so sweet, and just how he makes sure his wife is so taken care of and doesn't have to handle things alone and how he care so much for his son!!!!! My heart! My baby fever! And the small soft blurb at the end with just the tiniest hint of spice. Perfection!!!!!!! Not that you have to or anything, but if you ever felt inclined to write domestic Dilf Kiri or Shinsou with new borns (maybe they never had kids, orbits twins or something!!!!!!!! Or whatever you want to to be cause you're an amazing writer and please don't think I'm demanding anything of you! I just adore this!!!!!)

All your exclamation points make me so excited!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much bby!!!!!!!!!! I've been thinking about domestic dilf Kiri ever since you sent this so thank you!!!!!!!

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You remember exactly how you became pregnant with your twins. You and Kirishima had been on the outs over something that just seems so small and minuscule the more you think about it. He always had your best interest at heart; he just wanted to always keep you safe.

Mean words were exchanged. Vases were broken. He left for a day or so to give you space.

The day you two came back together was like colliding stars, mixing and mingling until the two of you became whole once more. Nothing but sobs and cries into each others arm, bruising kisses, whispers to never leave again, whimpers of I'm sorry's. The two of you meshed and melded, becoming one with every soft stroke to your insides, with every tug of his hair, with every pull of his mouth down onto yours to quiet the hiccuping cries you couldn't seem to control.

You knew you were pregnant before any test could tell you. It was like your body was instantly aware, instantly alert of the life form growing inside of you. Kirishima was always there; always brushing back your hair with every sob into the toilet, always kissing away the tears from the frustrations of morning sickness. He was always there.

At every doctors appointment, he was there. No matter how much Pro Hero work he had, he was there. He even took off for the rest of the day to celebrate the fact that you were pregnant with fucking twins! It's like he hit the fucking lottery!

...

Even in your most miserable states of pregnancy, was Kirishima there. You were so ecstatic to learn that you had twin girls on the way, but shit, why didn't anyone tell you that pregnancy was so goddamn hard?

Your breasts grew an insane amount. Your hair was constantly growing, no matter how often you got it done, the new growth was there in only a matter of days. No styles lasted, even the pretty, neat braids you had sat 6 hours for--with many, many breaks--to get done, which only stayed neat for a good week and a half.

Your ankles were swollen like a motherfucker. Looked like fucking baseballs, they were so big and made your normally fine feet look like damn clown shoes with ankle weights.

You don't even want to get started on the damn belly, and weight you gained. Your hips and thighs had spread considerably, granted you were on the verge of birthing two very big babies. Your stomach was just so damn round, you hadn't been able to see your toes since you entered your third trimester.

Kirishima loved it all.

...

"Hey babe?" You called from the bed. Kirishima was there in an instant, a half eaten sandwich dangling from his fingertips as he struggled to swallow. He was always there so quickly whenever you needed him now. He already attended to you before you were pregnant, but he downright spoiled you now.

"What's wrong? Everything okay? Your water break? Should I get the hospital bag?"

You had to hold a hand up and chuckle to get him to slow down. Ever since you hit 35 weeks, he had been on edge. You were pretty much due any day now, so it makes sense, but you imagine you'd be a little less calm than the way you just called him.

"I'm fine, just that I saw this video of this guy holding up his wife's belly and they said every pregnant woman should try it. Can we?" Kirishima had already scarfed down the rest of his sandwich and was heading over to help you out of bed before you could even finish your sentence.

One of the perks of being pregnant with Japan's second ranking Sweetheart Hero was that, when the world found out that you were pregnant, everyone thought of this baby going to be all of Japan's baby. Hence, the demand for regular updates on you and the girls constantly on social media.

So, you set up your phone to record Kirishima being the supportive fiancé he was, and holding up your big ole belly. Instantly a weight was lifted from your back and shoulders. You groaned, fully resting your weight on his chest, feeling the rumbling laugh purr throughout your body.

After a few seconds of holding your stomach up, as he starts to slowly drop it back into place, you whine and grip his strong forearms with a shake of your head.

"A few more seconds?"

"Please."

And how could he resist when his pretty little mama asked so nicely?

...

The video of him holding your tummy and kissing your hair went viral and was talked about for weeks.

...

The day your twins were born, it broke the news of every media outlet. People were swarming the hospital to get in and see your babies, but that was the last thing on your mind.

They were so goddamn beautiful.

Both with jet black hair, one with your eyes and the other with his. Their faces were so chubby, both a good 8 pounds each, round little tummies and arms and cute little pink lips as they cried for your milk.

Kirishima cried every five seconds. He would get it together for a few seconds, look over at them again sleeping in their little cribs, and burst right back into tears. Like, ugly fat tears and sobs, snot running down his face, cries. It made you cry too.

...

"Can we have more?" He asks, holding one in his arms as he rocks the other one's crib softly. Kirishima glances up at your silence and shrivels under you and the doctor's, that's sewing up your vagina, stare. He snaps his mouth shut and goes back to cradling his babies.

...

He didn't put them down for the first week at home. You had to remind him that they are never going to sleep if he makes them reliant on constant body heat and touch.

He just tells you that he'll get them then, if they ever wanna be held. Which is now 24/7, because of him. You can't even think about laying them down in their cribs to take a piss without one crying for your warmth.

You're gonna kill him.

...

"Baby's first puke." Kirishima's bottom lip wobbles as he cleans up one of your girls' spit up from her chunky little chin and shirt. The other one looks over at her sister for a second before spitting up herself.

You can only sigh, shake your head, and get more baby wipes as Kirishima bursts into tears about how his daughter is already looking up to her big sister, and how their first puke was so cute.

You need a nap dealing with these three crybabies, at this point.

...

You don't even have to get up most nights, with Kirishima. You'd have thought you would be jumping up every time you heard the babies cry, but he was always on top of it. With him still being on paternal leave, he emphasized the point of you getting as much rest as you could since he would be going back in as a hero in only two more months.

Such a sap.

The nights you do get up though, you always find the three of them in the girls' pink and purple painted nursery. He's somehow changed both of their diapers and fed them, lays them both over his knees horizontally to burp them.

He talks to them the whole time, whispers of how he already knows he's gonna be a girl dad, how much he loves their mama for pushing out two beautiful brown, black haired baby girls, how they're gonna be so strong and amazing just like their mom in the future. He never notices you, or the tears that well in your eyes at the sight.

...

He goes back to work when the girls are three months. Yes, he cries when he wakes up, when he feeds them a bottle in the morning, when he changes them, dresses them, dresses himself, brushes his teeth, and walks out of the door.

Yes, he calls you nine times in only two hours to look at them and talk to them and show them off to his entire agency. Yes, he cries looking at them and has to make Bakugou hang up the phone because he can't bare hanging up on his girls--all three of you.

...

Even though you could have sex after about 8 weeks, Kirishima still insisted on waiting. He knew how big he was and the last thing he wanted was to rip or tear your stitches or fuck up your insides in any way.

After 12 weeks, you had begged and pleaded for just one round--thats all you needed! But nope, he had to make sure you were 100% ready to go. Even with your doctor insisting that it was okay, he still wasn't fully comfortable.

He finally cracked after the girls were four months and spending the night with Mina and Sero. After he had blown up both of their phones a numerous amount of times, you eventually got his mind somewhere else when you came out of the bathroom in a new pair of sexy red lingerie.

But you hated it. Felt so fucking fat and pudgy with the lingering baby weight and the new stretch marks across your hips and breasts. Kirishima, on the other hand, went completely fucking feral.

Ravaged you in the sweetest way possible. Tore off the delicate lace with hardened fingers, kissed and sucked every stretch mark, nipped at your belly and whispered praises to it for being so strong to carry his precious little girls.

"Insisted" that he had to make sure you were still okay to go in between your legs. He checked with his lips and tongue, licks to your aching clit, kisses to your sopping wet entrance.

When you finally grew weak with a staggering amount of orgasms, Kirishima finally deemed you ready to take his cock. It felt like the first time you had had sex with him all over again, all girth and thickness and pulsing veins that made you cum again just from him resting the heavy weight inside of you.

You could only shake, grab his thick arms and whisper about more, more, more babies, more girls, maybe even a boy. Kiri listened, answered every plea with a snap of his hips and a grunt into your mouth, a promise of getting his pretty mama nice and round with his kids again in no time.

...

You smacked him upside the head seven weeks later when the pregnancy test revealed two identical lines. And seven months later, did you pop out with two identical babies--again.

[hanji-is-life]

Drabbles

Bakugou

Spending Valentine’s Day Together

Bully Bakugou puts you in a full Nelson

Milf Chaser Bakugou

Punishment for brats

Jealous Bakugou

Accusing you of cheating

Recording sex

Teasing Bakugou

Hispanic Reader

Riding while he records

Virgin Bakugou pt2

Mean Dilf Bakugou w/ thicc reader

Virgin Bakugou uses you like a flesh light

Tit Job

Domming Bully Bakugou

Bully Bakugou gets you in a closet

Bull Bakugou with a breeding kink

Receives birthday head

Mean Dilf Bakugou spanks bratty reader

Overstimming Virgin Bakugou

Making reader curse for the first time

Dilf Bakugou, cafe worker reader (no smut)

Bottom Bull Bakugou

Sweet Dilf Bakugou (no smut)

Accuses you of cheating...again (humor)

Fucking machine

Bully Bakugou puts you in a mating press

Gn!Reader doesn’t like degradation

Phone sex

Dry humping Virgin Bakugou

Threatening to send out sex tape to an ex

Bratty reader flirting with his friends

Doctor Bakugou

Celebrity gf does vogue routine (humor)

Lion quirk reader

Yakuza boss

Farmer Bakugou helping cow reader in heat

Experienced Bakugou with Virgin reader

Submissive Bakugou

Using him as a dildo

Husband makes you wet yourself

Somno with perv Bakugou

Bull Bakugou with mommy kink

Sanrio reader with goth Bakugou

Celebrating Mother’s Day with you (fluff)

Everything’s gonna be okay (hurt/comfort)

Sitting on his face

Stripper reader/Stripper Bakugou

Licking nectar from your body

Mermaid Bakugou (no smut)

Werewolf Bakugou with bunny reader

Barbarian Bakugou kills for you (comfort)

Demon King monster fucking

Records himself for money

Cute aggression

Flirting with black interviewer

Kirishima

Spending Valentine’s Day Together

Dilf Kirishima punishing brat

Dilf Kirishima spoiling you

Dilf Kirishima, dumb babysitter

Dancer reader

Domestic Dilf Kirishima

Barista Kiri

Dragon Kirishima monster fucking

Izuku

Newly PH Deku eating you out

Older PH Deku who’s really tired

Cuddling with his plus size lover (comfort)

Reader thanks Izuku for saving her

Quirk mishaps during sex

Using him as a human dildo

Dilf Deku, dumbification

Bird hybrid reader

Dancer reader

Villain Deku

Dilf Izuku

Farmer Deku helps birdie reader

Werewolf Izuku monster fucking

Bakugou and Kirishima

Threesome

Black!Reader twerking on live

Pain slut reader

“Just” friends

Procrastinating reader

Bakugou railing you while Kiri calls

Squirting

Fat Gum

Milf Chaser

Aizawa

Milf Chaser

Crushing on his TA

Hawks/Keigo

Milf Chaser

Denki

Virgin Denki

Riding him in the movies

Bakugou and Momo

Bullying virgin reader

Momo

Milf Momo, foot job at restaurant

Cheating on husband (no angst)

Secret relationship with reader

Bakugou, Kirishima, Deku, and Todoroki

Gangbang

Dilf gangbang

Todoroki

Vampire Todoroki monster fucking

Sero

Octopus Sero monster fucking

[hanji-is-life]

I wanna FINALLY finish that Foot Locker Bakugou fic that’s three weeks overdue, but I just got asks about bully Bakugou putting you into a mating press, PHONE SEX with Bakugou, DOCTOR Bakugou being a perv, barista worker Kiri, and Dilf Izuku with a plus size reader and I just

It’s killing me.

I wanna write everything all at one time

pls all these options and good ass ideas are gonna make me cry