#father bakugou

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Part two of this

“MAMAAAAAAAA!!” Your baby wailed as he runs to you, tiny feet pattering against the floor. Your head immediately snaps to your child, barely having time to snatch him into your arms as he jumps at you.

“What’s wrong, sweetpea?” You ask, checking him over for wounds. There was the telltale signs of teeth marks on his chubby little hands, the surrounding area a tiny bit pink. His cheeks wobbled with unshed tears as he sniffled into your neck.

“Did daddy get you again, baby?” You murmur to him, rocking your toddler. He lets out a pathetic sniffle as he plays with your hair.

“Mhm,” he whimpers pitifully. You roll your eyes slightly, knowing just how rough your husband can be. You know he doesn’t mean it, he just adores his baby and gets too riled up when playing.

“Shall mama tell daddy off?” You ask him quietly, holding his hand as you rubbed the soft skin. Your toddler thought for a minute before nodding his head. Katsuki’s blonde locks peeked round the corner, his muscular body following. His eyes widen and you can see the fear in his face when he figures out he’s been ratted on.

“You little snitch! You wanted to play hero’s and villains,” Katsuki grumbled as your son glares at him.

“Dada, it hurt!” He argues back. You have to try not to laugh as your two Bakugou’s bicker. Honestly, if you pitched your husbands voice down and blindfolded yourself, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

“Mama, no laugh! Tell daddy off!” He pouts, cradling his ‘injured hand’. You wipe away your laughter and smile and try to glare at your husband. Katsuki was fighting for his life with his son, trying to excuse himself before stilling at your “glare”.

“Katsuki, what you did was wrong. He’s only little, you need to be more careful! Look at his hand,” you scold lightly. Katsuki didn’t even see the bite marks when he was playing with him.

“Shit, didn’t know I left a mark. You okay squirt? I’m sorry kid, daddy didn’t mean to nip you so hard,” his face slightly melts with guilt. His son’s hand was tiny in his own, as he lifted it to his lips and gave him a little kiss to make him feel better.

“Be caweful daddy, that weally hurt,” he sniffled. You nudge your son.

“Do you want to give daddy a hug? Show you’ve made up?” You murmur into his teeny ear. Your son nods as the tears begin again. Katsuki pulls his son close, kissing the side of his head as he sways with him for a bit.

“I’m sorry, kiddo. Daddy’ll be a lot more careful in the future,” he promised his son quietly. Your son sniffs and nods, wrapping his arms around his father’s neck. Katsuki kisses his son’s head as he settles down. Katsuki extends his arm to you, pulling you in for a family cuddle as your son repositions yourself.

“Have you learned your lesson sweetie?” You teasingly nudge your husband. Katsuki rolls his eyes, pulling you closer and kissing your cheek.

“Yeah yeah, no bitin’ the kid. Guess that means I have to bite you instead!” He lets out a grunt as he nips your cheek, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You try to escape, cursing Katsuki’s inhuman grip on your waist. Laughter spills from you all, Katsuki adding some biting noises to wind you up.

Katsuki alternates between nipping and kissing you gently, your cheeks and neck getting slowly more covered in slobber as your son chortles away. Katsuki lets you breath as he slowly turns to his son. He catches on immediately, squeaking as his father starts to pretend to eat him.

He was super careful of his teeth this time, alternating between blowing raspberries and attacking him with his nose whilst making eating noises.

“Dada stop!” Your son cackles, squirming from his father’s devilish laughter.

“HAHAHA, NEVER!!” Katsuki declares, pulling you closer to alternate between you two. As the sound of your combined precious laughter filtered through his ears,

Katsuki couldn’t help his own laughter.

#🥀 rambles #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #domestic bakugou #father bakugou #katsuki bakugou fluff #Waaa I made myself sad #and so happy at the same time

[katsukikitten]

Handing Katsuki father's day cards that are for his own dad or yours and he needs to "read and sign it" but as he's reading it his brow starts to furrows.

"Sweetheart, ya got the wrong cards." He's reading it for the third time now.

"I got the right ones." You're trying not to giggle before he's rolling his eyes and reading the card aloud.

"You're not just an amazing father," he flips it open, "You're going to be an amazing grandfather too."

"Yea baby that's the right card." You hum, stepping into the kitchen to get the final card and present.

"Baby, it isn't. We don't have kids. Unless ya mean our cats but then they've been grandparents." He tosses the card down, rising to help you find the backups he's assuming you're looking for. This wasn't the first year you'd accidently gotten the wrong card or one that was just slightly off, he thinks nothing of the message.

Barely had any caffeine as the two of you rose early to get ready to host his parents and yours.

"Katsuki, it is the right card." You say, pressing another card into his hands, no envelope or anything. Just thick white card stock with black letters and an image of white new balance shoes.

"It's almost time for these bad boys." He scoffs, looking at what the world has deemed the official dad shoe, he looks up to see a box in your hands, "Sweetheart, what the fuck? I hate these ugly ass shoes. Ya know that."

He's got this smile to his face the one where he thinks you're being too playful and silly, every now and again you two get each other gag gifts. You're surprised he hadn't caught on yet especially since you always joked that the second you knew, you'd be getting him "those ugly ass dad shoes."

"I know." You both share a laugh, you pressing the shoe box into hands, "Just open it. They'll be fun to wear today, goes with the theme."

"What's the fuckin theme? Dads?" He opens the box and sees the shoes but something is taped to the top of the box. A grainy picture in black and white, a blob in the circle and when he lets his eyes focus as best they can without his glasses perched on his nose, he thinks he sees a very specific shape.

He rips it from the box, bringing the film closer and yes he can see a nose and his face morphs into complete surprise. You giggle as you watch him figure it out, which you swore you wouldn't be able to get this far without him figuring out why you'd been feeling so sick lately.

"No fuckin way." It's low and for a split second you think he isn't excited, then he locks eyes with you and he gives you that look. The one where he's smiling but his brows furrow up and his eyes aglow with unshed tears like you are his world, like you're giving him the world, and he's putting the shoes down to gently pick you up and twirl you around.

"A baby. We're having a fucking baby." He's pressing kisses to your cheeks when he sets you on your feet, if you thought you were spoiled before you'd be rotten by the time this pregnancy was done.

"A baby." You repeat back to him, your own excited tears clinging to your lashes, ones Katsuki gently kisses away.

"How long?"

"Three months. It was really hard to keep a secret but I really wanted to do that shoe thing I teased you about. I've got the receipt so we can return them I'll-"

"Nah I've got the perfect idea for 'em."

An hour later after a shared shower and rapid fire questions, Bakugou is coming down the stairs, he's got some ugly ass jean jorts you gifted him as a gag for his birthday two years ago before giving him his real gift and one of his dad's old white tees he tucked into the waist band of the shorts and of course his new white new balance shoes.

"You look ridiculous." You giggle in your sundress, somehow he made the outfit a little hot. You were sure Bakugou could make anything look hot and here was living proof.

"Better get used to it Sweetheart, this is how I'm gonna look when I put another one in ya." He puffs his chest out, smoothing his big palms over his shirt as you roll your eyes.

"I've made a monster." The door bell rings, when you go to rise, Katsuki gently presses you back into the couch by your shoulder as he gets the door for his parents. He opens the door with a sense of pride that comes with being the cocky pro hero, looking much larger than life.

His mother is unphased.

"Oi, I brought that stuff you- Why are you dressed like a fuckin dad from the 90s?" Mitsuki makes a face before she processes what he's wearing, "Oh my fucking GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD MASARU! WE'RE GONNA BE GRANDPARENTS. YER GONNA BE A GRANDPA! RIGHT RIGHT?"

She pushes past her son, a quick squeeze to his forearm before she's honing in on the daughter in law she already adored and now even more.

Masaru quirks his brow and Katsuki nods.

"I'm so happy for you son." He hugs Katsuki the way men do, a quick tight squeeze before a clap on the back, Masaru tries not to let the tears slip past his eyes as Katsuki's life plays on fast forward in Masaru's mind. He remembers how Mitsuki told him they were expecting, remembers holding him for the first time and thought his whole world view shattered and changed. Remembers his first words and steps. Remembers his first mishap with his quirk and how Katsuki had blown the coffee table sky high. He remembers him growing taller and taller, going to UA, figuring out how to be a better person as he grew in size. How Katsuki called him and his ma in the middle of the night the first time he hit the top ten rankings. And again when he was number one.

How he took his dad out to lunch, wiping his palms on his pants like he did when he was nervous to ask his dad how he asked Mitsuki to marry him. He smiles, tears slip past anyway as he stares at his broad shouldered son adding one final comment that makes Katsuki's throat close up in the best way.

"I can't wait to watch them grow up to be as great as their parents and more."

#katsuki fluff #bakugou fluff #kitten writes bakugou 🖤🐈‍⬛ 🖋️ #father bakugou #fathers day bakugou 🖤🐈‍⬛ #kitten soft hours #bakugou soft hours #just a silly thought

[willowser]

aww aww katsuki coming home to find you and your kiddos in the kitchen, a disarray of gingerbread and icing and candies spread out across the dining room table.

you'd managed to dye your daughters frosting pink, and she's jumping up and down on her tippy-toes when she sees him, grinning so hard the tendons in her neck are straining. she'd wanted to build and decorate her own gingerbread house this year, but so far she's spent the last twenty minutes being very particular about only the first wall.

"daddy!" she leans her head all the way back when he puts his hand on her face, giggling beneath his palm with her little squished nose. "look at mine, look at mine!"

your wobbly son jumps up in his own chair, using the table as leverage to balance himself as he lets out a squeal of gibberish that vaugely sounds like an echo of what his sister is saying. at the excited pitch in his voice, her head whips around, free from katsuki's grip as her brows furrow.

"he's not even decorating anything," she protests—and she's not wrong; whatever your little boy is doing hardly classifies as 'decorating', and is more like 'eating all the frosting he can before getting caught'. there is a mess of sugar dried all around his mouth.

still, your son squeals in his chair, jumping up and down with even more energy when you place a hand on his butt, in case he slips. the promise of you only encourages him, and katsuki reaches across the table to snatch him up when he tries to get his little knee up on the surface.

your daughter's frown grows; sharing attention remains a soft spot for her. instead of saying anything, she only makes an annoyed little sound and presses her cheek into her dad's hip.

"stuff's gonna give you cavities," katsuki murmurs, though he picks up a few red and green candies and shares them with your already sugary boy—who hums happily. "need a toothbrush for christmas."

"no," your daughter pulls back and tugs on his belt loops, sneering up at him playfully when he pinches her nose. "you have cavities!"

katsuki makes a point to bare his teeth at her, and then presses his forehead to his son and does the same until they're both giggling. "ain't me, bighead,"

"you're a bighead!"

"yeah, 'n i am big, so what's your excuse?" a wicked little grin splits his face when she starts swinging on him, and he deposits your son into your lap before scooping her up off her feet, her girlish scream vibrant and happy in the space around you.

katsuki waits until she calms down a bit, holding her to his chest like a baby, before coming around the table to get a good look at her little pink masterpiece. he presses his mouth into her hair, like he does with you, and her little ruby eyes sparkle when he murmurs, "looks good, kid,"—just to her and only to her.

#🥺🥺🥺🥺 #she just wants her dad !!! all to herself !! 🥺 #no stinky little brothers !!!! 😤 #god i had to really consciously stop myself from 'yall need a toothbrush for christmas' #LMAOOO #no YALL #your daughter grows up with such a SMART ASS MOUTH #just like HER FATHER #always got something to say back !!! sassy pants !!!! #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou

[amaranthdahlia]

am + bkdk trio >>>

#drew this cus of the TUM chapter #and... ehem. the recent chapter. #but yeah!! always loved this trio tbh #idk theres just something sweet ab two fanboys getting their idol/mentor as their father figure #and said father figure unexpectedly gett #acquiring two sons #one being his son in law hahaha #was originally going to labe katsuki as future son in law #but atp bkdk knew eachother their entire lives engagement is not TOO crazy #but eh this is just a lighthearted post #bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #ktdk #all might #yagi toshinori #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha #mha #theyre ALL important to eachother sob #like auhjwtoelg #cant believe the new TUM chapter is lighthearted despite the latest ch hahaha #but yeah AM super supportive dad!!! #dahlia.art

[crybaby-bkg]

You and Bakugou had discussed your plans of your future pretty early on in the relationship. You wanted to move in by this time, be engaged at this time, have your wedding, enjoy married life, and then have kids. Only thing now, is to have kids. But the problem?

Bakugou keeps pulling out.

You’re not sure what’s going on, where the hold up is coming from. You went through all the steps of getting off your birth control, prepping your body for what’s to come. The only thing you need is him, and for some reason, he keeps denying the last piece of the puzzle.

You confront him finally, after another night of him wiping down your stomach and inner thighs. You lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling with a soft frown. Bakugou pecks at your collarbone and squeezes your flank to hear you giggle, but you only shuffle a little away from him. He pauses, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he stares down at your crumpled expression.

“What’s going on?” He hums quietly, brushing a few hairs from your forehead as he throws the washcloth on the ground. He holds your face in both hands, kissing gently at your skin when he sees your bottom lip wobble in frustration.

“Why won’t you cum inside me?” You snap, cringing as the words leave your mouth. You could’ve said them a little more gracefully, but it’s hard finding grace when your life plans have suddenly come to a halt without a word on his part. Bakugou’s eyes bulge in confusion before a soft look passed over his face. He sighs, body slumping on top of you heavily, knocks the breath from your lungs and the tears from the corners of your eyes.

“Didn’t think you’d notice,” he mumbles into the skin of your neck, flinching a little when you pinch his side.

“How couldn’t I have noticed? I thought this was our final step to completing the life we wanted together. What happened?” Your voice gets softer with every word until you’re nothing but a whisper in the quietness of the room. Bakugou doesn’t say anything for a long while, just breathes in the scent of you before murmuring quietly,

“I don’t think I’ll be a good dad.” He confesses. You’re not sure if you should stop him and reassure him, but he takes a deep shaky inhaled breath in, and you decide to let him continue.

“I don’t wanna be an absent father to the only brats I’ll ever have. They deserve to have someone be there for them, every step of the way. I don’t think—I don’t think they deserve to have a fucked up person as a father. ‘S not fair.”

You can only lay there and listen, rubbing gently at his back, over his scars and still healing wounds. You run a hand through his hair and blink away tears when you feel his sniffle more than hear it. You both stew in what’s been said for what feels like hours before you speak up.

“How can you say that, when we’ll have the safest kids on the block?” You whisper, pulling his face from your neck so he can look at you, wipe away the stray tears that muddle his ruddy cheeks.

“Knowing you, Katsuki, you’ll be there no matter what. No matter what strings you have to pull, time you have to sacrifice, how many times you’ll have to break your neck—you’ll be there, because you always are. For me, for our friends, your parents, for the shitty civilians that never wanna listen to your instructions.” Bakugou chuckles a little at that, mumbling a quiet, shitty extras, under his breath. You smile at him, leaning forward to kiss his eyelids and eyebrows and forehead and nose and cheeks and lips. When you pull back, he smiles softly, just a quirk of the corner of his mouth and blinks up at you like some big cat.

“You’ll be a great dad, because you’re a great person first and foremost. And our kids will love you unconditionally because you are their dad.” You whisper to him, pressing a final kiss to his lips for the night. With that, you two lay together, discussing possible plans on future endeavors, how you guys will work together when the kids are here, time taken off and how it’ll be spent together.

So, it shouldn’t, but it comes as a surprise months later when Bakugou wakes up one morning to find an empty ceramic mug sitting on the kitchen table. You’re sat beside it, failing to hide a grin behind your own mug you sip at, a new one he hasn’t seen before. He looks at you funny, before picking up the mug, eyes bulging out of his head as he reads what’s on it, and the little capped stick inside.

He doesn’t say anything as he embraces you, pulling you up from your chair and hugging you to him as your giggles fill the atmosphere of the house. The quiet house, that in a few months, won’t be as quiet for much longer.

#sorry this took me two hours to write bc I was cleaning in between lol #happy Father’s Day to all the daddies out there #this is the first fathers day that I’m not actually sad and crying lmao #a win is a win! 😌 #okay bye I gotta finish cleaning 🏃🏽‍♂️ #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dad bkg

[thecuriousquest]

Can I ask for another mha character (of your choice) with mouth washing punishment? I’ve never seen someone write it aswell as you! And how are u at the moment?? ❤️ x

Dirty Mouth

Platonic Yandere Dad Bakugou x Teen Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, mouth washing with soap, threats of punishments, mentioning of spanking with a switch

Author’s Note: Aw, stop it, you little rascal. You’re making me blush. 😊 I’m doing great over on the East Coast. I hope you’re doing well, and much love to you! 🖤🤘

Checkout my Master List here.

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Your “dad”, as he forces you to call him, is busy cooking dinner in the kitchen behind you. You hear him talking about you on the phone to Kirishima, how he’s gushing about your test scores and your good behavior. You’re absolutely fucking sick of it.

Of course you’ve been good! What other choice do you have? It’s either that or be punished by one of the greatest pros in Japan. It makes you sick to your stomach thinking about how he made you cut a switch in the backyard the last time your attitude was “bitchy” as he so graciously put it.

Bakugou brings the conversation to an end, sticking a bowl of ramen in front of you. You have to hand it to the man, he can cook up a storm. However, you’d rather buy the ramen from somewhere than have it given to you by the hand of your captor.

“Thanks,” you tell the blonde while looking at the bowl in front of you.

Fuck, it smells so good, yet you hesitate to dig into the warm deliciousness.

He gruffly sits down at the head of the table before snapping apart a pair of chopsticks. He begins eating.

Katsuki looks at you with a glare when he realizes you haven’t even started.

“What’s wrong?” He doesn’t sound happy.

“Did you put something in it?”

He shrugs as if it’s normal to put something in your kid’s food. “Just something to help relax you. You’ve been on edge ever since you got here.”

“I’ve been on edge? I’VE BEEN ON EDGE? Are you shitting me right now? You’re the one who stole me!”

“I didn’t fucking steal you, and don’t talk to me like that! You were at the police station, and I offered them to take you home so that you wouldn’t end up in a fucking orphanage, so lower your goddamn voice and quit acting like I’m some villain!”

“You are a fucking villain! You put drugs in my food to make me fall asleep, and you force me to do homeschooling, and-”

You rack your brain for more things he’s done to you since you’ve been here, but your “dad” cuts you off.

“Yeah, I’m the bad guy for making sure you don’t turn into an insomniac. I’m such a horrible person for making sure your grades stay up. Keep going, sweetie.”

You swipe at the tears forming in your eyes. God, he makes you feel insane and so damned frustrated!

“I fucking hate you!”

You get up from the table and run towards the stairs when a pair of arms wrap around your torso, lifting you off the ground. Adjusting you in his hold, he tucks you under one arm, snugly against his hip. Your eyes widen as you find yourself looking at the floor.

“Put me down! I don’t like this!”

You cling onto his baggy pants for security. He could let you go at any moment, and you don’t like the thought of landing harshly on your knees if he does.

You hear a door open, and then the large man turns on his heel as he closes it. The familiarity of what’s happening comes rushing back to you, and you try to shut it all out as you are set on your feet.

“I’m too old to be treated like this, Bakugou!” you shout as you clench your fists.

“Shut up, kid. You’re fifteen, and you know better than to call me that. You know better than to cuss at me too.”

He rummages around in the cabinet for your doom. He pulls out something that’s just as bad as the paddle end of a wooden brush: the dreaded bar of soap. The explosion hero gets the bar of soap all sudsy under the running faucet. He shuts off the water and brings the bar up to your lips, and you clamp your mouth shut.

“You wanna do this the hard way?”

Your eyes can only speak for you, and you hope the fear you express in them is enough to sway him.

All he does is grimace at you, his lips set in a firm line. He snatches your jaw, thumb digging into your right cheek while the other four fingers press into your left. The pressure where the line of your teeth meet only grows stronger as you attempt to keep your mouth closed.

However, you know him well enough by now. He won’t give up until he gets what he wants. He never does.

Your sharp cry sounds akin to a beagle’s as he finally pries your mouth open wide enough to shove the soap in. You gag instantaneously at the clean taste of the bar.

Trying to fight against the bulk of muscles leads you nowhere, except being forced to sit on the toilet lid. To your horror, this isn’t even the worst of it. He begins scrubbing the inside of your mouth, washing away all of the filth you’ve been spewing. What a fucking hypocrite.

The bar of soap shreds against your teeth with all of the scrubbing, curling and melting on your tongue. The accumulation of saliva and soap turns into built up foam, causing it to leak from your mouth.

“Lift your tongue up. Do it or I’ll beat your ass.”

No, no more punishment, you try to say. It comes out in a gurgled, incomprehensible mess.

Your “dad” works the bar of soap underneath your tongue. He covers every inch and corner of the cavern. You feel like you’re going to throw up with the amount of gagging you’re going through, but you know that he’ll really kick your ass if you do that.

Your body slumps in defeat, knowing that you can’t get away from him as he holds the back of your neck in a firm grip. There’s nothing you can do to fight him off or get away from him, so you sit there and wail like a six year old with tears, snot, and soap dripping down your face.

With your head pounding from all of the crying and screaming, he finally releases you and tells you to rinse your mouth out.

“You’re lucky I’m not making you finish dinner with your mouth as it is. I could send you to bed like that too you know.”

As tough as he likes to make himself out to be, you know he’d never do that to you. Under all of that macho male bravado, there is a heart, even if it is a little twisted.

Still, you can’t help but feel distraught as you struggle to rid your mouth of the lingering taste. It’s as if every ounce of water you take in causes the amount of bubbles to rise. Eventually, you do spit out the last of the soap, but that clean, funky tang stays with you.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

“But, it won’t go away!”

“You arguing with me?” he inquires as he quirks a blonde eyebrow.

“No, sir.”

Handing you a towel, you dry your face and pout from not being able to get rid of the overwhelming taste. Looking up at the pro hero with watery eyes, you rub your runny nose with the towel.

He leans against the doorjamb with crossed arms. “Got anything to say to me?”

“I’m sorry…Dad.” You know better than to call him anything else in this moment.

His smirk is one of satisfaction as he stands up straight, bringing you into his arms. You lean your head against his chest, holding onto his shirt for comfort.

He might have won this battle, but the war isn’t over yet.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #platonic yandere father #platonic yandere bakugou #bnha katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki #yandere katsuki x reader #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia

[mettywiththenotes]

Histories craziest heroes

#unhinged father and son #bakugou could also go on here ig but im specifically drawing parallels between these two #'toshinori is even crazier than you' 'histories craziest hero' etc etc #bnha #bnha 412 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #all might #toshinori yagi #izuku midoriya #mettys posts #metty posts

[class1akids]

The "boy raised in love" vs The "boy born with everything" (except love)

Mitsuki and Masaru all in the same panel with Baby Katsuki, looking at him tenderly on the one side. And then we have Shouto held by nobody, Enji, Rei and Touya divided into different panels, not a single happy face, Fuyumi and Natsuo missing.

#bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #bnha 409 #bnha 301 #two very different beginnings #bnha parallels #Shouto Katsuki foiling each other #i'm trying not to remember how rei didn't want to have shouto #how the only reason his father wanted him for was his quirk #and how his existence shattered toya

[artemis32]

also the first person to come to mind when you said someone stubborn enough to ignore aizawa’s glare was bakugo, I feel like that would stress aizawa out so bad

platonic yandere aizawa shouta iii

Fun fact my top three favourite characters (in no specific order) in bnha are Aizawa, Bakugo and Shigaraki, so this is perfect

Also I finished this before any of the other subjugation drabbles as requested, but I'm clearing out my drafts, so hopefully I'll be able to post a few more this week

platonic aizawa masterlist

bnha masterlist

Class 1a was up to something. Aizawa knew they were.

They weren’t good at being sneaky, and for the past two weeks, they’d been behaving strangely.

Ever since the class had seen you, he’d been slightly on edge, waiting for something to go wrong. And he knew that it would sooner or later.

Class 1a were disruptive and oftentimes insubordinate. They couldn’t follow the rules and they got into trouble more often than Aizawa could keep count of.

They were troublemakers.

Aizawa knew that.

Which is why he was so suspicious of them.

They had been perfectly behaved in lessons, quiet and diligent, completing every assignment he’d given to them. They hadn’t spoken out of turn or argued once within the past two weeks. Most suspiciously though, must have been the fact that they hadn’t once brought up the question of who you were again.

It made him uneasy.

It made him annoyed.

But instead of addressing the matter as he probably should have, he kept quiet, curious to see what exactly they were up to.

He found out by the end of that week.

****

“Okay sweetheart, I’m leaving now. Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? You’re more than welcome to, it won’t be long.”

You huff out a laugh. Aizawa was running errands and had been repeatedly questioning whether you wanted to come with him. You were sure he was trying to guilt trip you into joining him.

It might have worked.

It was working.

But you were a model student, as so, your homework and assignments had to come first - much to your father’s displeasure.

The only respite was that you’d be staying safely within the walls of UA, specifically in the apartment, which made your father feel much better about leaving you by yourself.

Sometimes you think he forgets that you’re a teenager – old enough to be home alone for a few hours.

“Yes, I’m sure dad. I’ll call you or Mr Yamada if there’s an emergency. I’ll see you later.”

He huffs, accepting that you wouldn’t change your mind.

The hug he draws you into is crushing and he presses your face into his chest. You feel his chest rumble as he lets out a laugh.

“Don’t let Hizashi hear you call him that, you know how much he hates it.”

You scowl slightly. The eclectic blond often insisted that you call him by his first name, or the ever-endearing title of 'Uncle Zashi', making a habit of reminding you every time you happened to accidentally ‘forget’. You enjoyed his company, but his persistent attitude grated on your nerves sometimes.

“Don’t you dare tell him.”

Aizawa laughs again before reminding you to stay safe and call him in the case of an emergency.

You bid him one last farewell before shutting and locking the door. Paranoia seemed to be one of your father’s defining traits when it came to you.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re set up in the living room, surrounded by snacks, stationary, and papers scattered over the floor and coffee table.

****

Three hours later, you decide to call it quits for the day, packing up your belongings and returning to the living room to flop down on to the couch.

You’d been laying on the couch, watching a rerun of some old movie your father enjoyed, when there was a knock at the door.

Thinking nothing of it, you haul yourself up and make your way to the door.

It could have been anyone - Midnight or Present Mic, here to keep you company or watch over you at your father’s request, or it could have been another teacher, here to drop off paperwork for your father. Perhaps it was your father himself, having forgotten his keys.

Living amongst a group of heroes and heroes-in-training makes you comfortable, and you don’t bother checking who is at the door before flinging it wide open.

Two boys and a girl, all around your own age stand before you. One of the boys and the girl look surprised, eyebrows rising, creasing their foreheads. The second boy remains impassive, his dual-coloured eyes trailing over you, head to toe.

“Can I help you?”

They continue to stare at you for a moment before the pink-skinned girl harshly elbows the blond boy next to her.

He exclaims in pain before clearing his throat and smiling widely. 

“Hi there. I was wondering if Aizawa sensei is home?”

If your father had passed one trait on to you, it had to be his suspicious nature. You straighten slightly, nudging the door closed a few centimeters.

“Aizawa sensei is out running a few errands. He should be back soon - would you like to leave a message?”

The boy with the dual-coloured eyes leans forward slightly, his upper body now crossing over the threshold into your apartment.

“May we come in?”

Though he poses it as a question, he doesn’t wait for an answer, already pushing past you and into the hallway behind you.

Your protests fall on deaf ears, and the boy and girl still in the doorway seem to panic alongside you, scrambling in after him.

“Todoroki, you can’t just barge in like that!”

The dual-haired boy - Todoroki - ignores them and chooses to look around the apartment instead, taking in his surroundings with an air of disinterest.

“I have a question. Answer truthfully and we’ll leave.”

His two friends, still panickedly trying to urge him out of your house, still as he speaks. They stare at one another, then at Todoroki, before nodding and looking at you.

By now, you’re anxious and wary, eager to get them out. You take a deep, calming breath.

Doing as they say seems to be the best decision. You didn’t want to stir up trouble, and you definitely didn’t want your father or another teacher stumbling upon the scene.

“Fine, one question and then you’re gone.”

You cross your arms and press your mouth into a hard line, attempting to cover up your anxieties with an air of anger.

The three agree to your terms, Todoroki humming lightly before speaking.

“Is Mr Aizawa your father?”

It’s a loaded question, one you aren’t sure you want to answer. 

While you and your father hadn’t tried to cover up the fact that you were his daughter, you also hadn’t gone out of your way to announce it. The fact that the three standing before you were so curious that they went as far as to basically break into your house to get an answer made you concerned. 

Their eagerness made you believe that it would be best to lie. Then again, what would you tell them - being honest may be the only way to get them to leave without a fuss.

You nod slowly, hesitantly.

“Yes, he is.”

While the boy and girl let out noises of disbelief, Todoroki doesn’t seem to be surprised.

“See guys, told you.”

The blonde boy splutters for a moment, shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Is that all?” You ask apprehensively, still tense and nervous.

An unspoken question lingers in the air.

Will you leave now?

Todoroki nods, thanking you before calling for his two companions.

At the door, he pauses, turning to you one last time.

“Can I ask that you keep this visit a secret, just for a while. Don’t tell Aizawa sensei that we were here. Please.”

His demeanour is serious, though it seems like more of a demand than a request.

You’re already nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, sure.”

Regardless of whether he asked you or not, you wouldn’t have told your father of their visit. The last thing you needed was for his paranoia to be proven correct. 

What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and he definitely didn’t need to know that three students - three of his students - had been to his home to see you while he was away. Worse, that they knew you were his daughter.

If he found out, you’d never hear the end of it. In fact, you were slightly afraid he may never let you leave the house again.

No, you definitely would not be telling him about their visit.

By the time your father returns home hours later, you’ve scrubbed the memory of the three students from your mind, and he seems none the wiser.

The two of you have dinner and talk for a bit before going to bed.

You make no mention of the day’s events, and he doesn’t ask.

****

For the first time in what could have been years, you were in trouble. Big trouble.

From the moment you entered the apartment, it had seemed eerily still, too quiet to be natural.

When you first entered the living room, you saw your father sitting with his back towards you, posture straight and still. He didn’t turn to greet you and you feel a growing sense of unease when he tells you to sit down.

“How was your day?”

You’ve known your father long enough to recognize his tone, to know that he’s not asking because he’s actually interested.

Right now, your father, the ever stoic Shouta Aizawa, was furious.

“Answer me.”

“It was fine, classes were good.”

“Hmm. How about yesterday? What did you do yesterday?”

You’re wringing your hands now, fingers gripping at each other in a feeble attempt to mask how obviously your hands are shaking.

“Y-Yesterday was good, same as today, classes and whatnot...”

You trail off awkwardly, unsure of what exactly he wants to hear. You don’t ask though, some sense of self preservation telling you to keep your mouth shut.

“And the past weekend? How was your day on Saturday. You had some time alone, what exactly did you get up to then?”

Staring down at the floor, you clear your throat and try to think of an excuse.

“Ah, well, I got a few assignments done and made dinner.”

His hand on your shoulder almost makes you jump.

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

You don’t want to.

You don’t want to look at him, you don’t want to see his anger or disappointment or whatever other negative emotion lays there at the moment.

But his grip tightens slightly on your shoulder, not enough to hurt, just enough to grab your attention. So you close your eyes and take a deep breath before looking up and meeting your father’s gaze.

He’s angry. Angry and disappointed and everything that you feared he would be. But most of all he looks concerned, worry pinching at the juncture between his eyebrows and at the corners of his mouth.

“What happened while I was out?”

You weren’t often emotional, and you definitely didn’t cry. Crying was pointless, it didn’t change anything.

But you had to bite your bottom lip and press your nails into your palms to stop yourself from bursting into tears in that moment.

It rarely happened that you kept anything from your father. You told him everything, no matter how big or small.

Truthfully, keeping a secret this big for as long as you had had been weighing you down. You felt guilty. Granted, you weren’t exactly lying to him, but it pained you to hide something like this from your father.

And so you cracked.

A few hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you sniffled, wiping at your nose with the sleeve of your jacket.

“Three of your students came to the apartment. They asked to see you but I said you were out.”

Aizawa’s grip on your shoulder had lessened, his arm wrapping around you, shifting you closer to him.

“Is that all?”

You debated lying to him, only for a moment. It technically wouldn’t be lying, you just wouldn’t be telling the whole truth.

The idea deflated quickly once his hand came up to brush away a few tears, his thumb gently rubbing at the soft skin under your eye.

“T-They just asked if I’m your daughter or not, they left after that.”

He hums again, staring at you for a few seconds longer. It feels as if he’s pining you in place, pressuring you into talking. Evidently, you have nothing else to say.

“Can you tell me what they looked like sweetie?”

****

You imagined that this is how criminals felt.

Under any other circumstances, it might have been funny.

Before you, lined up in somewhat of an identity parade, were a the three students from your father’s class, along with a few other guilty-looking students.

Three girls, five boys, all standing pin straight, facing forward. 

In the room next door stood the rest of the class, the remaining twelve students standing in silence.

Your father’s fury, evidently, had not been aimed at you. 

Well, not fully.

He was admittedly quite upset with you for not being truthful with him, but his anger was mainly aimed at his students for interfering with his personal life. With his family.

“Sweetheart, I’ve seen how high strung you’ve been over the past few days. I was concerned, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you so I gave you some space. But today one of my students let something slip and I put together the fact that they must have had something to do with the way you’ve been acting recently.”

You didn’t want to outwardly expose the three students who had come to see you that day, but your father had threatened to punish the entire class, so you’d caved and described them as best you could.

So here they stood, not once making eye contact with you.

"Go on," your father said, staring them down with a harsh glare, one like you'd never seen before. You knew your father could be strict with his students, but this was something else.

They all bowed forward at the hip, staring straight at the ground as they spoke in sync.

"We're sorry."

You stand in stunned silence for a few short moments, before shaking your head.

"Oh, um, it's fine. Thank you for the apology. And I'm sorry too."

The blond-haired student from before tries to raise his head, a wide smile on his face before your father's hand meets his neck, holding his head down.

"Did I say you could look up?"

"Sorry sensei."

Aizawa hums, glancing at you.

"Sweetheart, you can leave now. I'll see you later."

As much as you'd like to argue, you don't. Instead, you nod and bow to the eight students before you, bidding them goodbye before making for the door.

****

Aizawa couldn't find you.

He'd stayed behind to have a little chat with a few of his students, intent on returning home to you afterwards, but now, fifteen minutes later, you were gone.

You weren't in the 1A dorms and you weren't at home.

There was nowhere else that you could be, so where had you gone?

He begrudgingly made his way back to the dorms, resigning himself to spending his afternoon with the troublesome students of class 1A.

Only, he didn't have to go very far to find you.

Not with the small crowd of students trying, and failing to hide in the bushes next to the dorms.

He sighs heavily, walking up behind them silently.

Crouching down, he whispers, "What are you looking at?"

The yelps Denki and Sero let out are both panicked and silent, though they quickly scramble back to where they were, shushing Aizawa with flapping hands.

He quirks an eyebrow. Whatever they were spying on had to be interesting if they were brave enough to shush him.

Aizawa shrugs and cranes his neck to see what has them and their friends so intruiged, and-

Absolutely not.

There, sat on a bench in the hidden garden next to 1A's dorm room, was Bakugo Katsuki.

Accompanied by you, his daughter.

And unless his eyes deceived him - was he blushing?

Having seen enough, Aizawa stands and pushes between the students clustered behind the bushes.

He calls your name, and you look up with a start, eyes wide and dazed, your cheeks strangely flushed.

"Dad?"

You and Bakugo both jump up, and you head towards Aizawa while Bakugo slips away.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going straight home? And why were you with Bakugo?"

You laugh awkwardly, deflecting his questions as you grab his arm and head towards your own apartment, away from the 1A dorms.

"Sorry dad, I got a bit caught up. Hey, how'd the interrogation go?"

You were trying to distract him. Aizawa knew that.

But your father was nothing if not willing, so he let you get away with it, making a mental note to look into what you were doing with Bakugo Katsuki of all people later.

****

Of all the students in your father's class, Bakugo was the one he thought would stay away from you. Far away.

Unfortunately, nothing seemed to be going his way lately, and Aizawa was infuriated to learn that Bakugo had taken a liking to you.

While he may have his own strong suits, he was definitely not the type of person your father would want you to end up with. Honestly, if he had it his way, you would remain happily single and by his side until both of you died.

But those plans were put on the back burner for now.

He learnt, from a collection of camera feeds and fearful student reports, that you had indeed been on your way back home after your father's intervention, but you'd gotten caught up exploring the grounds around the dorm area.

No one could fault you for that - it was Aizawa's fault really, he never let you out on your own, especially not to explore.

It was something he'd have to work on at a later date.

While on your little adventure, you'd run into a feisty blond.

Bakugo had been tasked with clearing away the autumn leaves around the 1A dorms, a minor punishment for some or other misdemeanour, and he'd caught your attention.

That wasn't unusual - you were curious when you wanted to be. It was a trait that your father both loved and loathed.

What was unusual was that Bakugo had played along.

Aizawa knew that Bakugo knew you were his daughter. That meant that he knew not to snap at you or treat you with his usual brutish attitude as he did with his classmates.

He knew that, but he couldn't understand why Bakugo had taken such a liking to you. Aizawa knew you were perfect, but he also knew that he was biased when it came to his opinion of you.

Well, he thought, I'll just have to ask him myself.

****

For the first time in all his years as a teacher, Shouta Aizawa was stunned to the point of silence.

He never imagined the conversation would take a turn like this.

"Sensei?"

He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the heavy fog over his mind as he throws the quizzical blond a hard look.

"No."

"No?"

He'd never felt any genuine anger or violence towards any of his students, but this-

"Well sensei, we met a while ago. She- I knew she was your daughter, so I tried to keep my distance but, well..."

"I'm sure you understand what I mean."

"We've known each other for a while. "

"If you'll allow it-"

The conversation replayed in his head as a series of broken sentences and snapshots.

He felt off-kilter, unsure of himself in the worst way possible.

The only thing he knew was that, at this moment, someone was threatening to come between you and him - threatening to take you away from him, to steal you from him.

"No," he said sharply, "Stay away from my daughter."

It was Bakugo's turn to look shocked, though he was faster to calm himself than Aizawa was.

"Sensei, is this to keep her safe, or because you don't want to share her?"

It's a strangely phrased question, one that would puzzle anyone. Anyone but Aizawa.

He understood exactly what the hotheaded child in front of him meant by the word 'share'.

It spelt trouble in more ways than one.

"No. You asked and that's my answer. Now go back to your dorm," he says, waving him out without another word.

Bakugo nods and leaves without further argument, not once looking back.

Aizawa slumped back in his seat.

Bakugo knew what you meant to his teacher, beyond what most people thought they knew - he understood the lengths he'd go to to keep you safe and happy. The fact that he'd left without a fight proved as much.

More concerning than that though, had to be the fact that Bakugo was the same as him. He had the same unsettling urge to be with you, to be the only source of your attention.

Aizawa had seen it in his eyes, but heard it moreso in his words.

Share.

No, he wouldn't share you. Not with anyone.

#yandere #dark content #female reader #platonic #bnha #mha #aizawa shota #platonic yandere #father aizawa #platonic yandere aizawa x reader #yandere aizawa shota #platonic aizawa x reader #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo katsuki x reader #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo katsuki

[ryva]

DADDY DYNAMIGHT BRAINROT HOURS

just big ole pro hero Dynamight wif his little tiny baby. just this huge man with the smallest thing that brings him so much joy

just a shirtless Dynamight with this little murmuring infant laid on his chest. just thinking about the size of his hands compared to his little baby 🥺

how nervous this man is about his role as a father. he's by his little one's side at every noise. mans takes time off to be with the mini him. and say nothing, he totally didn't cry that one time the distracted baby didn't reach for him. "they don't need me anymore"

#last part totally not inspired by my own father #ryva cuddles #cw children #bakugou katsuki x reader fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader fluff #bakugo x reader #sitting in my drafts #daddy dynamight #ryva writes

[haztory]

sorry for being absent literally always, but i had to get this out of my drafts.

goddess!reader x mortal!bakugou; warnings: blood, mentions of sex, murder, unhappy relationships, unhinged reader and bakugou (tiny bit), not beta’d

(w.c. 2.1k)

Rapacious, your father would call you were he to see you now. Salacious, acting in behavior once thought deterred; The kind that he meant to have stamped out of you in an effort to cultivate you into the pious cog in of his senseless grandeur. His promise of destiny. 

Your father’s lips would be turned in that virtuous frown, eyes narrowed as he sat from his throne in the great pantheon of Gods. Validated by their fealty. The model figure that is woefully negligent as he speaks of the sanctity of commandments that have seen his betrayal one too many times before. Sanctimonious in his rectitude, righteous in his hypocrisy, your father is.

He meant to cage you, raging at your freedom and its significance—angry that you were wild, changing the tides of human wars with the gentlest of smiles and lulling whispers; Rampaging that fellow Gods, his own brothers, were victim to the whims of your games with the mortals; Furious that the power you wielded began to rival that of his own; Murderous that you were too much like him: untamed, greedy, victorious and still, adored. 

You have never known his anger to be long-lasting, especially not in a manner of great meaning when you could falsely promise your way out of it. Batting eyelashes in truce—but, this is beyond punishment for the defiance of a rule. He means to break you. 

A husband. 

One bound to you without your consultation, much less knowledge. Promised in hand and divinity to be half of a whole to this pitiful excuse of God. 

There was hardly an expectation of satisfaction within the marriage on a good day, much less pleasure in the ways that physically mattered; Could such a thing ever truly be expected from a man who only knew how to hammer metal? Up, down, up, down until the glowing steel was forged.

Your husband is a man of great fortitude, who knows and will only know that of the fire he works with. The flames reflected in the dullness of his irises being the only exciting thing about him. He is monotonous within his construction. Routined and boring. 

How could there ever be the expectation of fidelity from you, the Goddess of Love? 

How could you be shackled to the bedside of a man who has never known the strength of the sea from which you are born? How can you love a man who does not know the impact of the tide and draws no desire from its power? How can you be with a man who does not know and adore you as you are? For a millenia, nonetheless! 

You've come to know of this arrangement as a curse; A woeful attempt to tame you from the wild and lustful by forcing you to make acquaintance with the bland and boring. Binding you to the shore, never to make acquaintance with the push and pull of the forceful nature. 

Credit must be paid your way. You had tried. In the depths of shame and sorrow, you tried to do as your brothers and sisters and settle. Gave in and let yourself  believe that love and happiness could be found within routine, eventually. It is your novelty, after all. And yet, it still finds you. This yearning for more, the urge to love and be loved. Your nature still rises from the swaying tide and dares to edge the coast. 

Your father would not approve were he to see you now, watching from your high plane in the heavens to the happenings of the mortal world. Surely, your husband would violently disapprove too, convinced that he has you loyal. 

You shouldn’t fixate; Had promised in low lights and empty words in your husband’s grimy embrace that you have seen the errors of your ways; That you have and will change. For his sake. But he does not know what happens when he is away in his cave of brimstone. 

Your attention is caught. And the object of your fascination is a marvel.

Sculpted from clay himself, you have half a mind to believe that one of your siblings has had a part in his creation. Broad and muscular, sharp and angular in all the places that deem him a man. This mortal has caught your eye since his ascension from boy to man. He is a village soldier. Fiercely protective and eager for a fight, and yet always looking to the heavens. As though there was something there waiting for him, beckoning him closer. You suppose he isn’t wrong, as you peer down to him just as he looks up. 

There have been whispers of his fate amongst the crowds since he was a boy, certainty issued in his great destiny.  No one is more sure of it than he. 

Which may be what finds him in your temple. 

Sanctuaries have never known themselves to be exclusive, but you must admit that it is certainly strange to have a man of his designation pray to the Goddess of Love. Surely he must have found some alignment more towards that of your stoic sister, emboldened by the desire for courage and brawn. And yet he is here, treading the halls in the stillness of night and giving small offerings to each of your priestesses and holding one large offering basket for your statue.

He stands beneath the colonnade, staring pensively at the intricate designs of your image on marble. He speaks only when the room has been cleared, the priestesses giving him the space to pray in solace.

“I hear you.” His timbre is gruff yet smooth. Commanding as it echoes. “You are calling to me.”

You remain still, almost taken aback at his forwardness. The waves of temptation creep at your feet. 

“I intend to find you, whether you show yourself or not.” He speaks again. He looks up, and although you know it improbable, you swear eyes of vermillion have pinpointed your location in the sky. And so, it comes crashing.

It has been so long since you have last appeared before a mortal, and appearing before him transcends all relatability. To see the fixation, your desire, and to have him see you. If he is surprised by your arrival, he doesn’t show it. Eyes strong in their stoic gaze, lips almost curled in a sneer. One would think you were his enemy, but you know such a charge to be false. It’s a charge of electricity, the cooling nighttime air suddenly warming at the meeting of your gaze. 

He is no enemy to you, and you are certainly no stranger to him.

“No one has ever commanded me so directly. How did you know?” You ask. of genuine curiosity.

“I dream of you.” He says the answer so plainly, as though it were a common occurrence. You can’t help but raise a brow. 

“Oh?” 

“I have for years. It was only a matter of time before you showed yourself.”

The chains forged by your husband suddenly feel the lightest that they have ever felt. Metal rattling against each other, pushing and pulling as something brews within you. You wonder what this mortal thinks of you. If he finds you as beautiful as you find him; If the power within him is as strong as you think it is. 

If he is strong enough to cut through steel.

“And what did you dream of?” You ask, taking a step forward. Feeling elation fill you like the swirling breeze as his eyes quickly watch you step forward.

“Tch. Like you don’t know.” His jaw flexes and with it comes the bloom of a subtle blush on his cheeks. “Didn’t you plant the damn things?” 

No, you didn’t. You could certainly look to see what it is he dreamed of, but this is more fun. Finally, finally, you feel the remnants of yourself pulse alive. 

“Have you come to give me a greater purpose?” He asks quickly, in diversion. You let him, too satisfied with the newfound freedom to care much about his attempt at modesty. 

You step closer to him, watching as his eyes cascade down the sheer chiton adorning your body. “Is that what I did in your dreams? Fill you with purpose?”

You find yourself almost chest to chest with him, his eyes never leaving yours, “Or did you fill me?”

You laugh when his eyes widen, turning to take a chocolate from the offering basket held still in his hands and plopping it into your mouth. Marveling at its taste, deciding that it must be homemade.  “Is that what you are in search for? A greater purpose? How about a culinary artist? Your skills are impeccable.”

He doesn’t laugh. “I am destined for more.” 

He knows he is. You know he is. Have not eyed him for so long to have not known. He stands firm before you, a soldier waiting for instruction. In any other instance you would rebuke such a stand, revolt at the rigid and serious, and yet with him—

Well, in devotion to you, who can fault you for testing its limits? Especially when there is something that has sat within you, waiting for the opportune moment. 

You meet his gaze, deciding to no longer tease. “How much more?”

“Anything you will give me.” He quickly responds. 

“And this destiny you seek, do you do it for pride or service?”

“I am your loyal follower and patron, Goddess Divine. What I do is for you.”

“A man like you, patron to me. How lucky am I?” You smile, but it is quickly assumed by the sneaking tendrils of your dark desire. Your voice stills, “The task I have for you is very arduous. Unyielding, difficult, and not aimed for the weak. Destiny setting, to be sure.”

The man seems to preen at those words, a smile finally finding its way to his face. It curls, dangerously, hungrily. “Name it.”

“Once it is spoken, it cannot be undone.” You warn.

“The task is mine alone.” He insists.

You find yourself before him again, and he leans in to listen closely. You can sense the fight in him, smell his musk. The promised freedom teeters on the edge of your words. 

“...kill Hephaestus. Free me from the shackles of my constricting punishment.”

He doesn’t blink, doesn’t balk, doesn’t shy away from the treasonous words. He does as you have seen him do and stands firm, almost vibrates with his desire to act. 

You can almost feel the brush of the sea on your skin again. 

“And my reward?” He asks, confidently.

“Is my eternal patronage and favor not enough?” You laugh, eased in his presence rather than tight at the admittance of your evil. Circling around him, you drag your finger across the broadness of his bare and unmarred shoulders. You wonder if the purity of his skin is a reflection of his valiance. Wonder if your desires are steered correctly, that he is the one to have the strength to carry him to victory. 

He glances to you over his shoulder, “Surely, the Goddess has more in plan for the man set to kill her husband than bragging rights?”

Curiosity clouded with the tendrils of lust at the man who holds your fate in his hands, you place your chin on his shoulder, meeting his vermillion gaze as your nose scarcely brushes the smooth expanse of his sculptured chin. Intimacy with a man who isn’t your husband, intimacy that is natural and wanted rather than forced.

“Cheeky.” You murmur, and his grin widens. A veil of clouded air blurs his vision before you reappear in front of him, your weight placed onto him as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Bring me the head of my oppressor,” You begin, said so airily it could be mistaken as a light conversation rather than a plot for murder, “And I will make you a God in his place. Meant to enact your own destiny, made to rule beside me.”

You lean your forehead closer, meeting him as your noses brush in meeting. Tracing one another, you whisper, “Can you do it?”

Without hesitation, he breathes into you. “I am yours, Goddess Divine.”

“And your name, O Great Warrior?”

“Bakugou.” A storm brews mightily in his irises and you can taste the salt of the spray, feel the ocean beckoning you home. 

Your release from the cage is so close to the touch, the hilt of the sword dealing the victory blow to your freedom held by him. 

You smile, wide, and true, and lustful for blood. “A fitting name for a God.” 

It comes as no great surprise when the mortal appears at your temple a few weeks later. He is limping through marbled halls and dripping with blood, the key to your cage held in his hands. Your husband's severed head held by his bloodied and mangled fingers, a wicked smile on his face as he beckons you down from the heavens. You find yourself once again, marveling.

And finally, in love.

#im in love with two people being crazy together #love a woman who leads and her man who's her sword #also worth noting when you bring bakugou up to the heavens and declare him god AND husband your father zeus has an aneurysm #you fuck on the throne #let it also be known that katsuki is literally devoted to you bc his PARENTS were devoted to you #his father prayed to you for prosperity as he was trying to swoon a girl he liked #you listened and granted masaru a beautiful wife named mitsuki and now he is eternally devoted #and so is katsuki #yeah he could be patron to athena but his dad likes you so he will too and BOY was daddy right #the end #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha #katsuki x reader #am i back? not really #irda drabbles

[willowser]

aww you know, i actually really do like the idea of double boy dad bakugou 🥺

your first son being a little angel and you and katsuki are both perfectly satisfied, and then maybe another bug comes as a surprise a few years later and he turns out to be a heinous little menace — and katsuki didn't think he'd love having a brat of a child so much 🥺

#bc he's so nervous to be a dad the first time right #and his first boy comes out and he's a little doll doesn’t cry so much teaches katsuki some patience and how to be soft and gentle #for a lil babey #and it's the perfect scenario for him to grow being into a father #and he's happy !! doesn't think it could get better !! feels like yall really lucked out !! #and then you find out you're having another and then he gets worried bc he's not sure how it could get better than it is #and he has a goddamn BRAT of a son #screams his head off and cries and fights and doesn't listen to a THING #and he had the first few years to grasp fatherhood #to get a handle on it #and he thought it would be harder with a feisty second son — and it *is* #but he also loves it LOL #it adds like. just the right amount of chaos and drama he grew up with ?? if that makes sense ??? #bc he had to calm down a lot for his first boy #and maybe even you #but he and his little hellion are too much alike and it's almost like a breath of fresh air #cw children #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou

[sorrowfulrosebud]

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: Katsuki and Keiko spend their first Father’s Day together

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: tooth-rotting fluff

𝕬/𝕹: this is like 2 days late but oh well lol

The sun filtered through your blinds, casting you and your husband in an ethereal glow. You stirred at the beeping of your alarm, before grinning as you realise the day. It was you and your husband’s first ever Father’s Day, so you had the day jam-packed with activities.

Katsuki grunted in his sleep as you soothed him by playing with the ashy blonde dandelion fluff that is his hair. Sleepy eyes cracked open slightly before smiling at you.

“Mph, g’morning beautiful,” he yawned as he pulled you closer, nestling his head against your chest. Gentle hands threaded through his hair.

“Good morning handsome, how did you sleep?” You asked him, basking in his sleepy nature.

“Eh, it wasn’t horrible. God, those physio sessions better start working soon because my back is killing me,” he grunted, fighting sleep.

“Why don’t you go back to sleep, baby? Get some more rest and let me and Keiko take care of you today?” You smiled at him. Katsuki cracked an eye open before smirking slyly.

“What, you and the brat gonna pamper me today? Bring it on!” He let out a yawn as you continued to play with his hair.

“Fucking hell baby, your hands are magic,” he muttered tiredly. He delved deeper into the duvet and you tucked him in, patting his back until he delved back into blissful slumber.

Today was gonna be the best day for him, you were gonna make sure of it.

You softly padded into your baby son’s nursery, careful to miss standing on his arrangement of toys. He slept peacefully in his adorable cot, no thoughts or worries as he snoozed away. Upon hearing your footprints, his breath-taking (E/C) eyes fluttered open as he showed you a gummy smile. Chubby feet supported his weight as he bounced up and down in his crib, desperate for some morning cuddles.

“Good morning my handsome boy! Look at you, already to go!” You cooed as you picked him up, blowing raspberries into his chubby cheeks, earning a happy giggle. You pretended to be grossed out by him and held him at arms length, causing more giggles to be let out.

“Well, we can’t make daddy breakfast in bed when you stink! Come on, mister. Time to clean up!”

After cleaning up your stinky baby, you dressed him up in a tiny dynamight costume, leaving the eye mask until later. You couldn’t stop cooing at your son’s cuteness and saved a variety of photos to send to Mina.

You heaved Keiko to your waist as you began cooking Katsuki’s breakfast; grilled salmon, a bowl of miso soup alongside some rice and a cup of strong Colombian coffee. Keiko burbled as you cooked, trying to stir the soup but splashing some on you.

“You’re a messy pup today, son! This breakfast is for daddy, it’s not for me to wear!” You giggled as you tickled your son, creating a symphony of happy laughter.

Upon the cooking being completed, you arranged everything super neatly on the table before placing the card Keiko made him in playgroup in a bag, as well as his gift.

“Why don’t we go wake your daddy up, hmm Keiko? Let’s show him the breakfast you made him,” you asked, heart pounding in excitement when your son held your hand. His face erupted into beams of pure light at the mention of his father’s name, babbling happily and bouncing his little legs.

You managed to arrange everything neatly, including managing to get the eye mask and fake gauntlets on an increasingly fussy baby desperate to see his father.

“C’mon Kei, let’s wake him up,” you whispered as you held your son’s hand. You pushed the door open as Keiko let out a happy yell at the sight of his dad.

Katsuki had been awake for at least half an hour, listening to your laughter but decided to pretend to be asleep for your sakes. His eyes opened in surprise at his son in his costume, ego swelling and eyes pricking.

“Baba!” Keiko attempted, reaching to grab his father’s face. Katsuki swooped down and grabbed him, causing Keiko to let out a massive laugh as his daddy pretended to eat him.

“Look at my little hero! That’s a pretty cool costume, Kei! I’m sure the original wearer is just as handsome as you,” he smirked confidently, making you shake your head and try to suppress a laugh.

You walk over to your two favourite boys, giving each one a kiss.

“Happy Father’s Day, baby. Me and Kei are gonna make it the best day ever,” you murmured into his ear. Katsuki grinned and murmured back

“It’s already off to an amazing start.”

Katsuki let out an impressed puff at the sight of breakfast foods spread across the table. Keiko babbled in his father’s buff arms, wiggling to be let down.

“Jesus friggin’ Christ babe, this looks…” he tailored off, happy grin polluting his face. You smiled in relief; you were so glad he liked it!

“Well, dig in my love! Keiko and I made everything from scratch,” you took Keiko from Katsuki’s arms and placed him in his high chair, tickling at his chubby ankles. You alternated between feeding your baby and feeding yourself; Keiko demolishing every small bite of fish and baby food.

“How is it baby?” You turned to ask Katsuki, giggling as you catch him shovel a large portion of rice into his mouth.

“Ish fucking delicious,” he drooled, savouring every bite.

“You and Kei must have worked really hard on this,” he smiled, poking at his chunky baby’s tummy, making him squeak in happiness.

“You deserve it, Ki. Eat up so Kei can give you his present!” You ushered him to eat, giving your baby the last of his food and hoisting him out of his high chair.

“Ma’am yes ma’am,” your husband playfully saluted as you gently smacked his arm in earnest.

After breakfast was cleaned away, you pulled Katsuki and Keiko into the living room. Katsuki sat on the couch as you pulled Keiko to the other side of the room.

Your knees groaned as you kneeled down, handing Keiko the small gift bag.

“Why don’t you go give your daddy the present you made him?” You asked excitedly. Katsuki full expected his son to start crawling as he usually does, but his breath hitched in his throat as his baby took a shaky step. And another, then another!

Keiko was soon toddling to his father, gift bag in tow and huge proud smile on his chubby face. Katsuki couldn’t believe it; his son could walk! He lifted Keiko high into the air, just before he would fall.

“When the hell did you learn this, eh?! Did you plan this?!” He looks back at you, pride flushing his face. You nodded back, tears of joy remaining unshed.

“Mhm! We’ve been practicing this for weeks, haven’t we bubba?” Keiko laughed in response.

“Open his gift!”

Katsuki set his baby on his knee and opened the delicately wrapped bag. Inside, a colourful amalgamation of air-dry clay consisting of Katsuki’s hero costume palate resting inside.

“I-is this-?” He looked at you astonished. You nodded and grinned tearfully again.

“Yep, the teachers at Keiko’s playgroup asked us to send in photos of the fathers and helped the children sculpt you all for a father’s day! Didn’t he do such a good job!” You joined your husband and son on the couch, wrapping your arms around your family.

Katsuki hugged you both tightly, kissing Keiko’s pink cheeks and your temple. Your heart fluttered at the small sniffles he let into your hair.

“Please don’t cry, Suki! You’ll make me cry you sensitive old man,” you giggled as you let out a small sob. You were so proud of your baby boy, and judging from Katsuki’s reaction, he was too.

“I love you both so fucking much, don’t you ever forget that,” he sobbed quietly. He never imagined that life would be like this; being your rival in first year, to friends, then best friend, then in a relationship, agency partners and eventually married and with child.

Keiko burbled confusedly at his father’s tears. He thought this day was to make him happy, not cry! He let out a big puff and yelled with his whole chest the one thing he constantly heard you say to his father.

“Dada! Wub you!” Keiko determinedly yelled to his father, causing him to snap his head towards him in shock. Katsuki gaped like a fish as he looked towards you, only to see a mirrored image of temporary petrification.

“What did you say, bubba? Say it again, say it again!” You exclaimed excitedly.

“Wub dada! Wub dada!” He exclaimed, basking in the amazed looks between each other. His chubby cheeks were attacked with kisses as he giggled happily.

“Did you teach him this too?!” Katsuki asked joyfully. His son’s first words were him expressing his love for his father, on the day celebrating him no less! You shook your head quickly.

“No, the little guy must have picked it up from us,” you say, tickling Keiko’s neck.

“Mph, phuck!” He giggled out, expecting the same reactions as before. You both completely froze, before you glared at Katsuki.

“I, er, uhhhhhh-“ he garbled out, trying to find the words. You rolled your eyes in contempt.

“Keiko, you can’t say that word. And Katsuki, get yourself ready. We’re going out for a Father’s Day event at Sato’s bakery,” you scolded, bringing Keiko to get changed.

Katsuki only looked at you both with pure love.

God he fucking loved his family.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou #domestic bakugou #domestic bakugou x reader #bakugou and his child on Father’s Day *sobs* #him inadvertently teaching his child to swear lololol #father’s day #he’s the best daddy fr #so proud of his baby boy

[kingkatsuki]

Warnings: Age gap, pregnancy, kinda angsty maybe idk???

You knew Bakugou hated this time of year, his side of the bed cold as you finally woke up on the warm Sunday morning. Every year was the same, he’d bury himself in work for the entire day and come home as late as possible. You couldn’t blame him, if you had kids you couldn’t see on holidays you’d feel the same.

The Pro-Hero was still holding his own in the top five hero rankings. While other heroes that graduated in his year were slowing down to focus on their families, their lives— Dynamight continued working hard to protect the city, to protect you. Even in his forties he was still the definition of power. The scars that marred his skin signs of his commitments, his muscles softening as he rounded out, his blond hair slowly turning a silver hue as he kept his signature undercut and a dark stubble now framed his jaw, but villains were still terrified of Dynamight.

These holidays were far more difficult for him now that his ex-wife had remarried. A new man under his roof, the family still living in his old home. His children now had another father figure, another man to call dad. He hoped at least his daughter wouldn’t- she always held his spirit so fiercely. But because of this it meant that he was seeing them less and less on those special occasions.

You always felt guilty on holidays, his ex-wife had taken a disliking to you as soon as she’d found out about your relationship with Bakugou. You were far younger, prettier in her eyes (and in his), but it was never about that with Bakugou- you knew he was with you for you.

But above all else, you made him happy. Something that she seemed to resent you for- hoping that her ex-husband would slink into a deep depression without her, to come to regret his choice for a divorce and beg her to take him back- but he wouldn’t. But without his kids? Maybe he would.

You wouldn’t even blame him if he did, knowing how important his children were to him. The visits starting to become few and far between since your relationship with him became more serious. You supposed that was why holidays like today were so much harder for him, having to see all his friends and fellow heroes celebrating their families today, while all he had were the pictures and memories- not quite the same as holding a loved one-

Hoping that his ex would let him see them sometime this week, you’d kept his schedule as free as possible to account for it- ready to change shifts or drop anything at any given moment. The media had a lot to say about Dynamight, even after all these years those headlines would haunt him and try to tarnish his name, but one thing was certain— Bakugou Katsuki really was the best father.

But there was something different about this Father’s Day, because for once you had something to gift him. And it wasn’t just those joke cards you used to purchase for him on this day to make him feel better, teasing your age gap as you’d hand him a “happy Father’s Day” card with a cheeky smile on your face as he’d roll his eyes and pull you into a one armed hug before you pulled him towards your bedroom. This? This was something special.

Continuing your day alone as you prepared dinner, hoping that Bakugou would be home in time to eat it fresh and warm with you at the table or even in front of the television instead of having to warm it up for him later. Softly stirring the sauce on the stove as you debated whether to tell him your news today- unsure if it would be seen as crass or cruel. Mina had assured you that it would make his day better, she was already eager to send the message out to their old group-chat. Her enthusiasm made you smile— at least through everything someone would be happy for you.

Your ears perked up as you heard the front door sound, the clock indicating he’d actually come home early. Something that surprised you as you turned from your place at the stove to greet him with a smile as socked feet padded into the kitchen.

“You’re home early,” You murmured as muscular arms curled around your waist, burying his nose in the curve of your neck as he exhaled tiredly.

“Slow day.”

You stood stirring the sauce as you swayed to a song you could only hear in your heads before you moved to turn off the stove, Bakugou helping you to grab bowls as you began to dish the food up for you both. Sitting down to eat together while the food was still piping hot you gave him a soft smile from across the kitchen island as you both sat down.

“What’s this?” His eyes caught sight of the small box on the table, tied neatly with a simple bow.

He looked happy, hopeful and you instantly felt horrible for filling him with the feeling, probably assuming that it was a gift from his children.

“Oh, that’s from me.” You smiled, and Bakugou couldn’t hide that flash of disappointment in his eyes no matter how hard he tried.

You couldn’t blame him, and you wouldn’t. He didn’t know what was inside, and maybe you shouldn’t be doing this today anyway.

“You can open it tomorrow, I shouldn’t have- not today-“ You mumbled, trying to reach over to grab the box as he held it out of your reach.

“You bought me something?” A teasing smirk appeared on his face as he gave you a look, his fingers already working on the bow as he slowly unraveled it.

“Kinda,” You bit your lip as you watched him open the package, nervous about what his reaction would be as he lifted the lid off the box.

Bakugou was silent as he looked down at the contents, a single stick with two lines sat on some tousled tissue paper. His hand reaching in to pick it up, holding it in his hands as though he was unsure what it was supposed to be, vermilion eyes catching the clear lines in the middle as he looked up at you.

“Are you- is this?”

“Yeah,” You smiled softly,

Bakugou’s chair screeched as he pushed back from the island, the box carelessly strewn to the floor as he held the stick tightly in his hands. A soft glow to his tired eyes as you noticed tears beginning to cling to his darker lashes, stepping around the counter to scoop you into his arms.

“Happy Father’s Day, Katsuki.”

#Bakugou drabble #soft bakugou #pls he’d be the best father I wanna give him babies #Bakugou x reader

[thetreefairy]

Coming out with y!dad Bakugo

This motherfucker doesn't give a shit who you love, because he ain't allowing it either way. He will be like: "I don't care who you love, as long as you are happy."

Will you date however?

No

This blasty hero will, since he already kidnapped you from your real parents, completely isolate you if he finds out that you are dating.

What does that mean?

See it in this little drabble that I made:

"Dad! You were so rude to (s/o)! I thought you didn't care who I love?!"

"I don't, you are just too young to date! Don't you know how toxic relationships at that age can be!?" Katsuki shouted at Reader. their s/o was over for dinner"

"My fucking god! You are so full of shit!"

"Watch your language!" Katsuki shouted. "I knew I should have just home-schooled you. Pack your bags."

"Excuse me?" Reader hissed. "We are moving to our vacation home."

"thats like 5 hours away!"

"That's the point, now pack your fucking bags, before I do it for you."

#treefairy🧚‍♂️🍁 #soft yandere #yandere bnha #fluff #yandere x darling #male yandere #yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #yandere father #platonic yandere #bakugo katsuki #mha #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #platonic #x you #platonic relationships #x reader

[eardun]

Deku: I want to be like All Might

All For One: Okay 👍

Credit goes to @knarl_

#Deku #All For One #Dad For One #izuku midoriya #All For One is Deku's father #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #mha comic #bnha doujinshi #bnha comics #my hero academia comics #mha spoilers #bakugou #mha theory #hisashi midoriya