#domestic dad Bakugou

[yourstrulyaiko]

Bakugou is the type to argue with his kids about the presents under the Christmas tree were bought by him and not by a 'beardy red old man with some dumbass floating reindeer'

[willowser]

katsuki is sitting on the couch in the living room, holding his new little baby in his arms, and you notice that he's just been staring at him for the longest time. adjusts his little hat so his head doesn't get cold, pulls his small hands away from his face so he doesn't scratch himself.

and they're both quiet for a while, aside from the occasional squirmy baby noise, but katsuki eventually speaks up to ask—

"why's he lookin' at me like that?"

not only is the question itself funny, but the way it's voiced — tone deep and gruff, almost affronted — pulls a true laugh from you, has you shaking your head as you come around the couch to stand beside him.

and sure enough — your new little bean is frowning. even his little hairless browline is furrowed, hard.

you laugh again, sharp enough that your son wiggles in katsuki's arms. "because you're looking at him like that."

katsuki tch's, before turning to give you his son's exact same expression. "no 'm not. this is just my face."

"well, maybe that's just his face."

his frown deepens, hilariously enough. "ain't his face with you." and then he looks back down at him, like he's checking to see if he's still being glared at. he is. "looks like he's pissed."

"maybe he is."

you don't bother to correct him, to inform that your son does, in fact, give you a stink face every now and again — just like his father — and instead you watch katsuki lean down close to him, until their noses are nearly touching. watch the way little fingers squeeze around katsuki's thumb.

"the hell do you have to be pissed about, huh?" katsuki asks, voice quiet and low and small, enough for the boy in his arms. "far as i'm concerned, you're livin' the life."

you only laugh, smile while running a hand through katsuki's hair.

you'd say you are, too.

[little-fairy-forest]

Katsuki stares down at the tiny sonogram of your baby. Not even big enough yet to move, but damn does this kid already look like him.

"When does it start to look like me?" Katsuki asks as he doesn't take his eyes off the black and white photo in his hands whilst you tidy up the kitchen.

"Who said the baby will look like you? That would be a crime against humanity, " you joke as you move around to your husband

"The fucker looks like me already, can tell by it's massive head"

*thump*

"Katsuki, stop calling the baby 'it' firstly, secondly, it hasn't fully developed yet! The baby will grow into it's features the bigger they get.." You roll your eyes as you look down at the newest sonogram of the little life growing inside of you

"Besides, if the baby turns out ugly like you were, I'm sure they'll get my gushing personality," you joke as it's now Katsuki's turn to roll his eyes

"Yeah, yeah, I may have been an ugly duckling, but look at me now, babe! I'm a fucking god" katsuki proudly stated as he shows off his muscles...

Where did you get his man from?

Are you ready to have a mini Katsuki running around the house?

[heartofjasmina]

Pro hero, Alpha!Bakugou and his tiny omega son who just wants to protect his mom and baby alpha sister. :(

Just Katsuki teaching him how to yell real loud to scare any bad guys away, and giving him a little cape while telling him it's his job to be his mom's hero while dad's at work.

Your son marching around the house cause he "has to patwol" like his papa. All while you're nursing your newborn daughter and trying not to cry because your son is such a good boy.

[ariisheresstuff]

More Dad!Bakugou bcs it’s what I need

Your daughter is such a daddy’s girl, her and Katsuki were like two peas in a pod. Every day when he comes home from work she’s always waiting by the door. “Dadda coming?” You giggling “Yes baby, he should be here soon.” As soon as the door opens she’s immediately running to him squealing “Dadda!!!” Katsuki smiles as he squats to her level as she runs to him, he picks her up and kisses her cheek multiple times. “Hi my princess.” “Dadda home!” She squeals again as he wraps her tiny arms around his neck happy her father is home. Even if it’s just him doing something outside she still waits by the door, “Dadda?” “He’s outside bubs.” “Want Dadda.” She says sadly only for her mood to change when she sees her dad walking to the door, she claps her hands and squeals “Dadda!” Katsuki walks inside and swings her around in his arms, “My baby missed me, hm?” “My Dadda.” You smile at their interaction, “I swear she’s like glued to you.” You joke around as Katsuki pulls you into a kiss, “Kiss!” You daughter interrupting you two making you two laugh, “What? You want kisses too princess?” Her toothy smile answering her dads question as he attacks her small face with kisses.

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[citrus-simp]

I think Bakugou would rlly like the idea of an at home birth with Y/N. He’s read up in the benefits, being comfortable, and it being to your complete adjustment and comfort.

Will buy EVERYTHING u could want and need. Birthing pool, lots of towels and blankets. Will even buy a whole other bed for you if you asked for it. He also like the fact that you’ll be in a comfortable place where he knows is clean since he cleaned it. You don’t have to rush anywhere and you can ride out the contractions without worrying If you’ll get to the hospital in time, if they have enough beds, keeping you at the hospital for more than what’s needed. Plus it’ll all be centered around YOU & THE BABY ONLY!

Will have Kirishima let Deku in standby in case if a hospital run.hire the most expensive and experienced Doula possible. Only the best for you. When u start labor starts I think he’s the softest ever with you. Sure you need someone to be your rock but also someone to soothe and hold you. While the doula was on her way he offers you a nice hot shower to relax you

Hell say stuff like ->

“You’re okay baby, just lean on me”

“I’ve got you”

“This one is almost over”

“You’re so beautiful Y/N…you really are”

“I know it hurts right now but you’re strong and you’re almost done”

“Tell me what you need”

“Come baby another push closer to having her with us”

“You’re so close, you’re almost done”

“I know you’re tired but you’re nearly done okay?”

“Come on baby, you’re a fighter you’ve got this”

Want to be involved as much as he can when delivering the baby. Wherever you want or need him he’ll be there. Sitting behind you to support you, or to hold you up, or to count when you pushed or to even catch your baby.

In all Bakugou for home birth is a win in my book

[carleycore]

Bakugo is the type of dad where his baby is crying and all he has to do is say “hey pretty girl!” In the voice that he would never allow anyone but the two of you to hear.

bakugo is such a girl dad Omg he’d spoil the absolute shit outta her

[lauriedawn]

I love this story so much! I read it all the time and it makes me happy. <3

MOMMY! | ONE ⏤Katsuki B.

BAKUSQUAD ENDEARMENT SERIES PART 2 : KATSUKI BAKUGOU

SUM. : you help a sobbing little girl retreat from her decision to run away and have her smiling again when you succumb to her plea of executing petty revenge. in the end, you’re the one that needs saving from the rage of her infuriated prohero of a dad.

PAIR. : prohero single dad bakugou x next door neighbour baker reader

LENGTH : 3.6k

G. : fluff ; angst ; bakugou’s daughter is very upset ; reader is a sweet heart ; reader is a successful, hard working boss lady ; humble beginnings ; crying katsumi ; running away ; katsumi loves her daddy ; katsumi can be a precious baby bean ; bakugou loves his daughter very much ; overprotective bakugou ; kaminari needs to get paid to babysit ; scratch that ; kaminari needs to get paid for handling bakugou’s rage ; kabedon?! ; katsumi always wins against bakugou ; interesting father daughter dynamic 

A/N : now…i know i’m on hiatus but you lovely dolls, this account just reached 500+ followers! and in such little time! even my main account didn’t reach 500 followers until several years of writing! thank you all so so much for the overwhelming flow of love and support, it’s all thanks to you dolls that i’m still writing despite the pressure of uni over my head. as thanks, here’s chapter one for bakugou’s installment in the endearment series! 

i hope you lovely dollies enjoy the read! i’ll be seeing you all in january with, hopefully, a second chapter ready to post! 

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Looking around your new penthouse apartment, you grin proudly. It wasn’t the fanciest penthouse, nor was it ornamented with an extravagant, glass chandelier but it was simplistic and modern, and far better than your previously grubby apartment. From when you first started out your baking business, you were at the very bottom, in a small and cramped apartment between a neighbour whose baby always managed to cry throughout the entire night and another, who was always getting himself inebriated with a fair number of his rambunctious friends. It wasn’t the ideal place to live in at all.

Everything went into your bakery.

The beginning was rough but as your business grew and blossomed into the expansive renowned establishment that it is now, you were able to save up enough money to buy your dream penthouse apartment.

“All that hard work was worth it…” you utter to yourself after you saw the movers out.

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[thatprettybunny]

Based on this imagine

Katsuki came to consiousness in a fucking dumpster.

His head moaned and his core ached from where the villisn had zapped him. He ruffled his way out of the garbage, cursing whatever God decided to fuck with him today as he slipped a banana peel off his shoulder. At first his mind raced. Where was he? This Alleyway was vaguely familiar, but as of right now he couldnt place it from where he stood.

His thoughts ceased however when he heard a pained female groan from the trash can. Maki! His brain went into auto pilot. Being the ever so stressed man he was, he hurridley pulled her from the trash can, cursing himself for not remembering her sooner.

God he really was an asshole. Maki had been his official, unofficial girlfriend for months, how was she not his number one priority?

“Because you aren’t her’s” a small insecure voice rang in his ear and he fought to surpress it.

The truth is Katsuki had asked her out, he had wanted her to be his girlfriend. But as fate would have it she wasn’t looking for anything serious yet, or so she claimed.

However it did irk Katsuki that her sentiment for nothing serious only seemed to apply for the actual relationship status. So for the past few months he’s been buying her flowers, she’s been unofficially staying at his place, fuck she even came over for thanksgiving last month with his parents!

Maki groaned and Katsuki snapped back out of it.

“Can you walk?” He asked, holding her pressed against him incase she fell.

“Yeah,” she staggeredly spoke, “but can we please get out of this alleyway so I can stop smelling whatever it is shat over there?” She joked, pointing her perfectly sharp red nail at a pile of brown sludge not to far off.

Katsuki’s eyes lingered on the tip of her pointed nail, remembering how good they felt digging into his shoulder blade last night. He never did understand how she managed to be a prohero and have nice nails, but he really wasn’t complaining.

He grumbled some drawled out response about how shitty of a job animal shelters did before wrapping his arm around her waist and walking out of the alley like the perfect unofficial boyfriend he was.

But as soon as they exited the alley, something invisible and heavy metaphorically punched him in the gut. His hero agency.

The one he’d started six months ago, the one he’d been struggling to keep afloat in a mediocre one story office building.

It was…

Well for lack of better words it was huge. All modern glass and potted plants. Hell, the building had grown at leat 15 floors since yesterday.

Katsuki tried not to shit himself from disbelief as he glanced around, desperate to find anything that could make sense of it.

A billboard caught his eye. All giant and holographic where it said “OFFICIAL HERO RANKINGS AS OF DECEMBER 6th 20XX” in big catchy letters. And in an even brighter array was Katsuki, no, Dynamite plastered all over it, most notably next to the words ‘NUMBER ONE HERO’

Beside him he heard Maki ask him something; she sounded concerned, but Katsuki didn’t really register any of it. Instead his mind raced. Was this really the future? Was this not just some cruel unforgiving dream bestowed on him by that lame quirk bastard whod zapped him?

The revolving door to the hero agency swung open, drawing his gaze.

And maybe Katsuki wouldnt have registered it if the woman leaving hadn’t been wheeling an army green stroller through it. Maybe he wouldn’t have registered it if it wasn’t you.

His breathe caught in his throat.

You, Prohero Spikewring, dressed in a midi, floral yellow sundress, the chunkiest pair of pink platform heels and your gorgeous curly hair out and waving in the soft breeze as you laughed at what he hoped was a baby in the stroller.

He felt his jaw tick.

God he hadn’t seen you since his first and last attended hero gala . He remembers looking down at you that night. A soft velvet midnight blue dress that hugged you in the best possible ways. Sheer gloves and dramatic winged liner. And he didn’t need to see to know you wore a signature chunky shoe. You’d sat next to him at the bar and, presumably, asked the bartender for whatever he had. He couldn’t remember exactly what the drink was, probably some variation of whisky, but what he did recall was your tentative face and your almost immediate coughing fit. Your fingers, nails all chewed up and cuticles somehow perfect held firmly onto the counter a you laughed dryly.

“How do you drink that with such a straight face?” You moaned, a pained smile on your face.

Katsuki was amused.

He found his gaze dropping to the perky curve of you chest. Your dress was strapless, and Katsuki was taller than you; granting him a free but probably creepy glance at the soft, pale skin of your chest and the peak of a black lace bra. Katsuki was maybe too amused. He laughed at your pain before grabbing a drink menu and ordering you a ‘Dynamite Passion Blaster.” A drink he was sure tasted more of juice than alcohol and was filled with a shit ton of citrusy fruit.

You let out a happy sigh when you drank the fruity concoction and somehow started a soft flow of conversation.

The rest of the night was a blur. The year’s statistics were read, you asked him to dance with you and then as you both laughed (mostly you) and slowly swayed, the clock struck midnight and then Katsuki kissed you; and you kissed him back.

Katsuki didn’t ask for your number that night, hell he didn’t even take you home that night. How could he when he knew he would be on a plane for the next twelve hours flying to the United States for a work oppertunity the very next day.

That being said, in this timeline he hadnt seen you in over a decade. Yet.

Somehow he knew you instantly. He recalled back to when he stalked your instagram. All short skirts and high shoes. Your style had evolved since then, fuck youd aged since then, but Katsuki couldn’t help but wince as his heart ached when you reached down into the pram.

Itd been over ten years. Of course you had a baby. You probably had a husband, after all you were 36 now. Hell, you could have an entirely new life by now. Youd moved on since that day, and he fucking hated how the jelousy made him feel like he hadnt.

You reached into the stroller to pull out a giggling, chunky baby. The little child’s eyes were bright enough to decay a ruby and you both laughed like Katsuki’s heart wasn’t racing at the speed of sound.

It hurt. Even though you were only his sappy lil celebrity crush, somehow it hurt to watch you wholeheartedly love a baby that wasnt his. It hurt him to know there was someone out there who hadnt blown it with you. Someone out there who youd always love more than him.

Not that you ever loved him.

Now Katsuki’s nails dug into Maki’s ever so smooth waist.

Thats right, he still had Maki.

He was about to say something, maybe an apology when the swing door swung open again, and Katsuki himself, no, the real fucking Dynamite sauntered out. His shoulders impossibly broad and his hair impossibly spikier.

Katsuki felt like beating the shit out of him.

That is until his eyes lit up and he wrapped a large veined arm around your waist, giving you an invisible kiss on the neck and pressing a soft kiss to the baby’s forehead. His baby. Meaning Katsuki’s baby with you.

Before he had time to process any of it he heard a faint analog clock ticking away in his ears, growing louder until another punch to his stomach came and he and Maki flew backwards into the pile of curious brown shit and losing consciousness.

Itd been months since that day he saw the future. Weeks since hed broke things off with Maki and days since he wondered if he should go out of his way to find you again. Unsurprisingly , he hadn’t come to a descion yet.

It’d been almost a year from that day, when Katsuki finally saw you again, and this time he didn’t let fear keep him away from you.

[reisbkg]

note: ok i like the headcanon that bakugou’s sweat smells like caramel SO 😁

thinking about domestic! bakugou katsuki who has daughters who tease him immensely every second.

“ew, dad! you stink!”

rika yelled out in a teasing manner as your husband katsuki, who just came home from his hero patrol, entered the living room.

“yeah!” mitsu covered her nose. “go shower, old man!”

katsuki took off his gauntlets and placed them on a nearby table. “where’s your mom?”

“we’ll tell you if you showered first!”

he glared at them playfully before he noticed you stepping into the room, crossing your arms. “girls, your dad doesn’t even stink.”

“yes, he doeees!”

“tch. honey, is that true? do i really stink?”

katsuki beckoned you to come closer to him, and once you did, he pulled you into his arms. the familiar caramel scent filled your nose, making you relax onto him. “nuh-uh.”

“ewww, get a room!”

“gross!”

“brats.” katsuki grumbled kissing your forehead before pulling away gently, “old man stink?”

your daughters squealed before running away from him. you sighed as katsuki started chasing after them, their uncontrollable laughter echoing through the house.

how you love your husband and kids.

[angels-fantasy]

more papa Katsuki pls! I need him and his babies, like newborn babies. Just him feeding off his babies laughter, from raspberries or tickling and just him being gentle with him, tell me he wouldn’t spoil his daughter

Dad!Bakugou With His Newborn

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Details/Warnings: cw: A BABY, papa katsuki and mom reader 😪 families are so cute i love domestic fluff

Word Count: 306

fank yewww for the request this is so cyute >.< also im sorry for the late response to this 😰 i hope you like it!!

his daughter's laughter was probably the best sound he's ever heard. it was a sign that she was happy, so in return he was also happy.

sometimes he'd blow raspberries on her tummy just hear her giggle some more. her little laugh never got old to him.

currently, he was sitting on the floor of the nursery with your daughter who was lying on her back, looking up at him with a scowl that was eerily similar to his.

you were leaning against the doorframe, smiling at their interaction. "what'd you do to make her mean mug you like that, huh katsuki?"

he pinched her nose lightly, making her squeal. "nothin'. she's just got a mug like me already." he said and swooped her up into his arms, cradling her as he did so.

you walked over to them and sat down next to katsuki to look at your baby girl. she was looking back and forth between the two of you from her place in katsuki's arms, not sure who to focus on.

as he held her with one arm, he brought a hand up to her little face and held out a finger for her to hold onto. she cooed as she grabbed it, gripping his finger tightly with her super baby strength.

as she continued to babble away and play with katsuki's fingers, he continued to admire her little features that were a mix of yours and his.

you giggled at their interaction, "i can't believe you said you wouldn't spoil her. look at you now," you teased, "she's got you wrapped around her little finger and she's barely about to be three months old."

he scoffed. "shaddup. i didn't say that." he lied.

you smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder, allowing him to get away with his lie this one time.

i'm sorry this was so short T_T ngl ive been in a funk lol i can't think of anything to write!! but i'm hoping it'll come back to me soon <3

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[willowser]

really what prompted my double boy dad bakugou post was the idea of his older son — who is six, nearing seven — coming out of his room with messy, sleep-mussed hair and wandering into the kitchen on an early morning when katsuki's getting ready for work.

and your youngest is a little terror. spoiled rotten, katsuki thinks, was too babied and that's why he doesn't listen and has temper tantrums in the middle of the floor and is already throwing punches at three. katsuki's old witch of a mother thinks he'll be bulkier than his older son and twice as mean, prone to pinning his brother to the ground until he's declared the greatest.

(katsuki feels both horror and pride, at the very thought.)

it hasn't always been easy for your oldest; becoming a big brother never is. not that katsuki would know what that's like, but he hated to even share a playground with deku, much less share his one and only mommy, so he can only imagine what his own son went through when his brother arrived.

but he's been great about it, which comes as no surprise because his oldest has always been great about everything. gets his little brother out of bed and reminds him of his manners—even as he's getting whacked—gives up his toys just so the baby won't cry. he's too smart for his own good, acting like a big boy now—and it makes katsuki nostalgic in a way that hurts.

there hasn't been a lot of time for just the two of them. not like there used to be.

so when his firstborn comes to stand beside him in the kitchen, to lean his head against his dad's hip and rub at his sleepy eyes—katsuki just ruffles his already messy hair, before giving his ear a little tug.

"should be asleep," he grumbles to him, "sun's not even up yet."

his son only shrugs, yawns hard; despite this, he says, "'m not tired."

katsuki snorts and continues with his routine: finishes his protein shake, gives the kid a sip when he thinks he wants one (he doesn't really, though he tries not to make a face at the taste as he nods, as if he likes it), makes sure he's got all his work shit in his bag for patrol later. and his son is mostly quiet, content to share in the morning just between the two of them after katsuki sits him on the counter.

and then he asks, "can i come to work with you?"

on instinct, katsuki glances at his shut bedroom door, where you're still fast asleep, on the other side, and then down the hallway to where his youngest is sleeping, too.

technically, the kid probably could because you're off work today, and you could come pick him up later before katsuki has to head out, but—

"your brother won't be happy if i take you and not him."

and your oldest is a good big brother. has more patience than katsuki ever did, knows how to share—but on this morning that the two of them are indulging in, he only shrugs.

"well," he sighs—and he sounds so grown up, sounds like you when you're leveling with katsuki. "if he wanted to go then he should have got up, too."

"that why you're awake?" katsuki frowns, though his son only shrugs again. the idea that he's gotten up way too early, at the ass-crack of dawn just to have some extra time with his dad is too—

"yeah," katsuki murmurs, nodding at him to hop off the counter. "get your socks on so we can go."

there won't be anything for him to do in the agency office, besides get an endless amount of cups of water from the dispenser and all the candy in the receptionist's bowl and attention from the older ladies that thinks he's just so stinking cute.

but at least they'll be together, just the two of them. like old times.

[little-fairy-forest]

Scars of your love

Bakugo x fem! reader, domestic, romantic, mentions of children

*thump* *thump* *thump*

The bakugo heart was a strong, powerful organ. It contained so much love, power, and emotions. It is able to withstand many sceanrios ; hurtful words, losing a loved one, producing love to another...

This powerful heart is passed down each generation, a true heirloom of the bakugo name.

***

The florescent lights are turned dim to accommodate the tiny patient. Wires too small for anyone to need, a hat so tiny it could be a sock,

But a strong heart to keep fighting.

Katsuki looks down at his son inside the NICU, wires and tubes surrounding him like a jungle..oh how he wants to tear each one away and hold him close.

The sound of the electrocardiogram being the only sound bouncing off the walls, the occasional beep of the machine breaking the rhythm.

"He's a fighter kats" y/n says as she sits in the nursing chair across from the nicu bassinet, watching as her husband looks down at their premature son.

" 'course he is, just like his papa....heart stronger then titanium," katsuki lets out softly, careful to not disturb his sons peaceful slumber.

"He'll be out in no time, the nurses estimate only a week or two more before he can come home if he keeps up with the weight gain and recovery like he is now.."

"I just wanna hold him so bad...lil guy shouldn't be in this world if we aint holdin him"

Katsuki wipes his tired eyes, hours spent in a hospital can be draining even if you're not the patient

"I know love...soon.." y/n says with a soft smile..

"Soon...when his hearts stronger...: katsuki mumbles

Y/n smiles at the pair, even though their son is no older then a few days, the bakugo genes are so strong, its uncanny how similar they already are.

"You'll both have a matching heart scar, like papa like son" y/n says softly as her husband gazes up lovingly at her, knowing shes right. The bakugo heart is a strong powerhouse, he'll be damned if his son hates his scar in the future.

"Damn right, this lil guy will know how strong he is one day..."

Good to be back

[hajiberry]

12:34 am- Katsuki bakugou

+ domestic fluff, pregnancy

“No I hate that name”, bakugou grumbles as he flips a pancake, his back to you as you sit at the barstool.

“Katsuki, you hate every name”, watching as his back muscles flex a small smirk falls on your face.

“I do not I just haven’t liked any of the ones yo- what are you smirking about?”, he asks, turning around with a plate of pancakes in his hand.

“Nothing, go on you haven’t liked any of the ones I’ve picked out huh?”,

Rolling his eyes he sets the plate down in front of you, “not my fault you literally want our kid to be bullied”

Smacking his arm, you grab a pancake, rolling it up and taking a bite out of it before arguing “his parents are pro hero’s I highly doubt he’s gonna be bullied”, raising an eyebrow at you he leans his hip against the counter, plucking a pancake from the pile.

“I would’ve bullied icy hot as a kid and his dad was the number 2 hero”, he says with a shrug, earning another smack on the arm from you.

“You’re so mean”, you say with a small giggle, knowing he’s full of shit. “You’re just trying to deflect from the fact that you called him a close friend the other day”

Glaring at you he picks off a piece of his pancake, throwing it at your face, “you’re lucky your pregnant”, gasping you let out a laugh.

“What if I wasn’t you’d hit me?”,

Reaching over he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks, “yes, because that’s what I do”, he says with an eye roll, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“We gotta pick a name for real tho”, dropping your face he nods, taking another bite of his pancake.

“I know but we got 3 months to think of our little gremlins name”,

“You gotta stop calling our unborn son a gremlin kat”, you say with a small giggle.

Reaching his hand out toward your belly he gently caresses your swollen bump, “it’s his nickname till we can actually agree on a name”

Laughing, you roll your eyes, placing your hand over his, smiling up at your sexy baby daddy. “You look really hot by the way”, you mumble, giving him slight ‘fuck me’, eyes.

Raising an eyebrow he smirks at you, “yeah?”,

“Yeah, but it’s probably just the pregnancy hormones”,

Rolling his eyes, he leans down, invading your space, “I don’t really care why you’re turned on but if you wanna blame the hormones that works”, he mumbles against your jaw, leaving kisses down your neck. This late-night pregnancy craving snack was quickly turning into something else and you were not about to stop it.

“Wanna take me upstairs?”, you whisper, leaning your head back to let your husband have more access.

“Mhm”, he mumbles before lifting you, carrying you towards the stairs where you highly doubt any sleep will be taking place.

[tired-biscuit]

18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: pregnancy, husband!bakugou, domestic comfort

bakugou changes after he finds out you're pregnant.

it's mostly for the better. he's attentive and kind in that rugged sort of way only he can make work, as well as surprisingly tolerant and patient. he cooks for you, carries you up the stairs whenever you're feeling too lazy for it, satisfies your weird cravings, and insists that he do most of the chores whenever his job allows him to - vacuuming the house is always done on sundays because of that reason alone.

the dad-to-be even endures all of your ups and downs; trying to appease you in whichever way he can, whilst you continue to grow and carry your future little bundle of joy inside of your belly. even most of the hormone-induced emotional outbursts and tantrums that tend to overtake your sound state of mind from time to time are taken care of and sailed across pretty smoothly because of his sudden change in demeanor. it's great - for the most part.

but above all that, bakugou also becomes careful.

during sex especially.

actually, now that you think about it, the once ravenous brute that your husband used to be - the one with a foul vocabulary you'd constantly snicker at whenever it came out to play, and the fierce eyes that paired so well with that signaturely feral grin you rarely get to see nowadays - now turns completely wary whenever you feel in the mood as of late.

safe to say, it's pretty peculiar. however, you're not quite sure yet if it's the good kind or not.

because even now, as you sit on his lap completely naked; with your skin dewy from sweat and the baby bump barely showing, his hands are still calloused and rough to the touch, yes, but are also awfully gentle as they wrap around the curve of your hips. slow and unsure whilst stroking you, they remind you nothing of the near death-grip he had once used on you to leave your skin bruising with passion until the early hours of the morning.

no, instead, this particular touch is so feather-light that it feels like it's more of the phantom kind. and to be completely honest, that 'barely there' feeling is beginning to drive you nuts.

and not in a good way.

especially because he's got that soft look in his eyes, now. the one that you love, of course you do, but for which you're just not in the mood for right now. it's the one that makes him treat you like fragile glass instead of his woman; that makes him make love to you like you're an inexperienced virgin despite the fact that you're literally carrying his child and that he's managed to bend you over nearly every flat surface inside your cozy home during the course of your relationship.

it's the look that makes you want to anger him just so you can get fucked by him all mean and raw like he'd done back then; with you bent over those exact flat surfaces, or rather splayed wide open on top of them. the one that makes you yearn to bounce on his cock with all your might and fervour just so you could prove him wrong.

however much to your dismay, he doesn't let you do that; of course he doesn't. no, to make matters even worse, he's not even allowing you to take his dick in its glorious entirety anymore. instead, he reckons that a little over half of it should do just fine to soothe your needs.

from his perspective, it's looking out for your wellbeing. from yours, it's pure bullshit.

so as you wrap your arms around his neck and sneakily attempt to get a pass at fully sitting down onto him by tugging onto his hair, you're disappointed to feel his hands slide downwards just as fast; right to the underside of your thighs. because just like you, he's pulled the same move. the same tricks.

still, you moan prettily as he stops you by grabbing handfuls of the plush flesh and gently spreads your cheeks apart, making you shiver from the shortly-lived stimulation nonetheless. you watch with tired eyes as his biceps flex, oh, so deliciously when he uses force to make you halt just a few inches from accepting his entire length.

the ripple of muscle is almost like torture for your feral state of mind.

you lick your lips as you tug on his hair again and whisper, "kat-"

he closes his eyes for a second at the touch before he opens them again. his pupils are so big by the time he looks at you properly.

"mm-mm." it's all he offers now. still, a small smirk ghosts over his lips when you pout and consequently begin to glare at him because of the denial.

fucker.

"but-"

"nah." he shakes his head this time, a twinkle of mischief and caring; such deep, profound caring dancing in his eyes as he looks up at you.

"but, i-i-" you sigh, breath quivering when he readjusts on the couch and unintentionally pushes deeper inside of you by a mere inch as a result. both of you seem to have trouble biting back the groans of pleasure climbing up your throats as you add, "...i wanna."

"so?" he pauses, his cheeks dusting pink. "we've been over this... you know what my answer is gonna be."

"kat, c'mon," you repeat, blinking in a way that makes your eyelashes flutter all endearing-like, "please?"

"no."

"pretty please?" you pout again, bottom lip jutting out cutely, the gears in your head turning. "i wanna be pounded properly this time. by you; my amazing husband..." you take a second to stroke the stiff column in the side of his neck as you watch his adam's apple bob, "my big, strong pro hero."

his pupils dilate again. you're so close to winning, you can nearly taste the victory on the tip of your tongue as you feel his fingers twitch just like his dick does, and his hips falter before they push slightly upwards.

so close, you're so close; he just needs a little-

"jesus christ, let me have this, woman... just this, c'mon." he grunts in protest all of a sudden, his voice straining slightly when you wiggle your hips to try and persuade him further. he holds you steady now, his grip strictly solid again. "i already do everything else exactly the way you want me to... can't ya just go easy on me, at least for this one thing?"

you blink, your purpose forgotten. "what on earth do you mean by that?"

and he rolls his eyes. "what on earth do you mea- well i don't know, who else had to go to the fucking mini-market at 3am yesterday, just 'cause someone was craving a weirdly specific brand of bananas?"

"well, that's not fair," you quip back in an instant, brow furrowing. your tummy tingles because his cock is literally throbbing inside of you, but you still gather enough focus to stand your ground. "as far as i know, i didn't ask you to go get them."

"no, you just moped around and kept doing that little sigh thing - the one that you know damn well drives me absolutely fuckin' crazy, by the way, until i got out of bed and drove there like some goddamn circus monkey of yours."

a beat of silence passes between you at that.

"circus monkey?" a pause. "really, katsuki?"

"shut up... it's 'cause of the stupid bananas."

you want to laugh now and so does he, you can tell by the consistent twitch at the corner of his mouth. but you're both just so stubborn. unyielding.

childish, like the baby you're carrying will surely be.

"well, i-" his fingers dig deeper into your skin the moment you open your mouth to tell him off again, his blunt nails burrowing themselves into the softness as you yelp and press your palms against his chest to try and stabilize yourself.

"we're doing this my way." he smiles up at you, showing you his teeth. "okay?"

"whatever." your eye roll is dramatic as ever before you stick your tongue out at him. "you're mean."

his eyes glimmer at the jab. the red shade is so rich that it makes your heart beat faster. especially when he purrs, "i thought you liked that about me, baby?"

"oh, you little- mmph!"

he pulls you in for a kiss before you can even begin to object again.

better luck next time.

[jello-chennie]

✧ pro-hero bakugou and the love he holds for his family (afab!reader)

✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✧ word count 498

What if pro-hero Bakugou loves going on family adventures with his wife and kids?

One of the things he likes doing is staying active, and he also loves spending time with his adoring wife and the two beautiful kids they had together. Once he’s cemented himself as a top hero, he takes every opportunity he can to bring his family on an outdoor adventure.

I can see Bakugou dragging his family across the country, or even to another country so they can hike a mountain together. At first, you protest because of the chilly weather, but as soon as the kids catch wind of Bakugou’s plan, they plead for you to say yes. It’s three against one, and you’re entirely outnumbered.

The kids who got their rambunctious nature from their father are joyous. They can’t sit still on the plane, they’re jumping in their seats on the bus, and they’re taking off as soon as their feet hit the base trail of the mountain. You and Bakugou maintain a more reasonable pace, keeping a watchful eye over them as you chit chat.

Bakugou finds himself bringing a hand to his chest at the first rest stop; his heart starts to relentlessly do backflips as he looks upon one of his kids hungrily shovelling a plate of food from the concession into their mouth. The other child sits docilely in your lap as you wipe away the tacky remnants of their own snack. Bakugou’s chest fills with tender adoration for his family, and he can’t help but to plant a honey-saccharin kiss onto your lips that is sticky, and lasts far too long for public consumption—but he doesn’t care. He gives it to you in appreciation for giving him two beautiful kids. It’s those same kids that start shouting about the two of you being gross that ends the shameless display.

The adventure continues with everyone’s bellies full. This particular mountain has a stair pathway leading to the top. It’s about an hour into the hike, and you worry as you see both children completely putter out of gas. Once more, your husband is the athletic one between the two of you—you sense yourself dragging your feet as well.

As cool as ever, Bakugou wordlessly hands you the backpack of supplies to carry, and hoists you onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Effortlessly, he grabs up both toddlers into each of his arms. Without blinking or breaking a sweat, Bakugou continues up the seemingly endless flight of stairs, carrying all three of you the rest of the way up the remainder of the mountain.

His sons think he’s the strongest guy who ever lived, and the coolest dad on earth. You can’t say Bakugou’s actions didn’t impress you, either.

And a few days later, Bakugou can’t help but smugly grin to himself as he sees the news and the tabloids rave about the super domestic moment witnessed by fans between Pro-Hero Dynamite and his lovely family.

a/n inspired by my favourite episode of the return of superman