˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Pinkygurl⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

𝗦𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗘

“here, baby” you said placing a plate of fried fish and baked macaroni and cheese in front of him. he thanked you before saying a quick prayer and digging in. you watched as he ate the food.

“this is good baby” he says, biting into the fried fish hissing a bit from the steamy food. “yeah? well, enjoy your last meal” you simply said taking a bite out of your food. smoke stopped eating as you he looked at you.

mouth still full of food, smoke looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. “say, what?” he mumbled, slowly chewing. “enjoy your last meal? i want you to enjoy it while it lasts” you shrugged taking a bite out of your food.

“fuck do you mean my last meal? you tryna kill me or sum?” he swallowed his food as he dropped his fork back onto to the plate of macaroni and cheese and sitting back in his seat. “did i say that?” you looked towards him with an unreadable expression.

“well you’re fucking insinuating it” he continued to stare at your unbothered manner before looking at the food and then back at you. “did you poison me?” “no?” “then why are you sayin’ this is my last meal?” “because why not?” you shrugged once as you calmly ate your food.

“ain’t this bout a bitch, i’m not eating this shit” he got up from the table with a huff and left the dining room. you giggled as you hurriedly got up and ran after him as he was making him way into his office. “well, you don already ate most of it soooo it’ll settle in soon enough” you smirked as you watch him put his head in his hands.

smoke looked up, “i thought you said, you ain’t poison me man” “did i?”

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗞

“here, elias” you passed him his food after grabbing it from the worker and drove off. he opened the bag and started to unwrap his food as he took a bite out of it. you drove for a while before stopping at a red light. you looked at him from the side of your eye. “babe?” you called out.

“hm?” he hummed chewing the food. “is it good?” you asked keeping your sight on the rode. “yea, why?” he spoked looking at you and then taking a sip of his drink. “for real? enjoy your last meal” you replied, driving as soon as the light turned green.

stack straight spit the food out as soon as he rolled down the window. he then grabbed the bag and drink before tossing them as well. you looked at him in shock as you kept driving. “why would you do that babe” you laughed as you looked at him before looking at the road.

“ ‘cause, i don’t know what fuck shit you on but, i’m not for it” he shrugged reclining in his seat. “why would i tamper with your food baby?” you smiled turning onto a street. “ion know, you can’t trust anybody these days not even your own significant other” he simply said. “baby, i was just joking” you laughed.

“well, joke yo ass back there and buy me some more since you wanna play with a nigga food”

You randomly met Mina Ashido and Toru Hagakure at a club and ever since then, it was history. You guys did everything together on your free days, shop, hangout and eventually, you met their friends, mostly male and ALSO pro hero’s.

Minas boyfriend, Eijirou and then Denki, Katsuki. Whenever you all hung out ‘Katsuki’ was always staring. Never spoke to you, but always staring. It was so so weird. If he wanted a bitch he could just say it??

You weren’t complaining tho, cause he was fineee. Ash blonde hair, silver brow piercing, plump lips and crimson eyes? ouweee he was nice to look at.

A few months later, you’d figure out why he was always looking at you. one stupid night you decided to get drunk with them and let him drive you home. Him pulling over in an empty parking lot so you could ride him was “definitely” by accident. And holy shit his dick was big, you could see why he always acting like a piece of shit. That dick hit allll the right spots. Pale, veiny, long, thick flushed tip with precum seeping out of it, long. and the best part was definitely him talking you through it. Groaning in your ear and mumbling about how he’s been waiting so long to fuck you—and his hand placement? He could not keep his hands off your ass. squishing. kneading, slapping and rubbing it, each cheek in each palm as he guided you up and down his thick cock. Of course you cried. Who wouldn’t? getting stuffed with such a big dick and hearing such dirty words just puts you in that mood.

and this became a habit. Him coming over to your place after a long day of hero work to ruin your shit, pumping loads of his hot, frothy cum into you before cleaning you up and taking care of you.

But still you’d swear to your friends..

which then becomes if it’s during sex and you’re laying back with your legs up, he will kiss your foot and without making a big deal about it, start sucking your toes.

BUT ANYWAY during the night sleeping in his arms and you wake him up saying someone’s down stairs. he’s half asleep saying “what???” but once he takes in your scared tone he snaps into action despite feeling scared shitless himself. jumps out of bed in his tight black underwear and grabs his baseball bat from under his bed. fuck, he knew this was a good idea to keep under his bed. but also, is he gonna have to smack someone in the head with a bat?

he feels you tucked behind him. “stay here babe. i’m just gonna go look.” and you shake your head gripping his bicep, “nuhuh i’m coming with you.”

you’re in just one of his big t-shirts, voice trembling, cheek on his back. bakugou can’t lie, he doesn’t want to do this though he gets a little push of confidence. he needs to be brave for you, to protect you, to prove he’s a good boyfriend. so he becomes a little dramatic, pretending like he’s in a film, pecking your forehead and tightly gripping the bat. “don’t worry babe. whoever’s down there i’ll fuck them up.”

when you two idiots tip toe around the house, hiding behind walls like you’re terrified spies and katsuki making little yelps every time a sound gets louder, by the time you both reach where the noise is the loudest, you hear the click of the light switch. and when you hear the switch, you both scream.

“fuck!” “ahhh!”

“katsuki? why are you holding a bat? and who’s this?”

“why the hell are you screaming?”

and that’s the first time you meet katsuki’s parents, shuffling behind him as his cheeks beam a bright red.

roommate katsuki! who is the star player on the college basketball team…and the guy you also happen to share an apartment with.

roommate katsuki! who didn’t speak to you for the first couple of weeks except for an occasional ‘hey’ when you bump into each other late at night.

roommate katsuki! who steals your plush blanket from the couch, claiming it’s more comfortable to sleep with at night.

roommate katsuki! who starts waiting up for you every night, playing it off as watching game film or studying plays.

roommate katsuki! who gets a little too superstitious when one of his teammates come over and make it a point to speak with you. (or look, for that matter)

roommate katsuki! who has an insane attraction to you, but keeps it to himself in fear of making things awkward between you two.

roommate katsuki! who lied and told you he had someone coming over just for your reaction. only to be pissed off entirely when you don’t come home at all.

roommate katsuki! who insists on you coming to his next game. leaving you his away jersey to wear, name plastered in big, bold font across the back. letting everyone know who exactly gave it to you.

roommate katsuki! who would never admit he cares, but somehow your favorite food and drinks appear at your bedroom door after a rough day at work. “wonder what idiot did that.” he grumbles when confronted about where they came from.

roommate katsuki! who purposely leaves things in your room just for a reason to come back. whether it’s his charger, laptop, or even something such as his underwear he “accidentally” dropped while putting away your laundry.

roommate katsuki! who starts showing up after your shift at the campus cafe to bring you home. …just in case any of the dumbasses around get ideas and mistake you for theirs instead of his.

roommate katsuki! who walks in on you showering one night and doesn’t leave right away, eyes scanning over every crevice of your skin, even ones you can’t see yourself, before finally leaving with a small huff of “fuck. my bad.” and quickly slamming the door shut.

roommate katsuki! who spends days on end replaying the image of you in the shower, burned into the back of his brain. leaving no room for thoughts of basketball, classes, or anything else.

roommate katsuki! who finally loses all composure when he comes home late one night, completely and utterly exhausted from the day he’s had. only to find you in nothing but a small t-shirt and your very tight, very thin underwear.

roommate katsuki! who takes you right there. months of lingering tension finally easing with every snap of his hips. messy. filthy. but oh, such sweet things whispered into your ear.

roommate katsuki! who can’t get enough of you after that. every chance he gets, he’s touching you. kissing you. making love to you.

roommate katsuki! who sure as hell doesn’t remember why you ever had separate bedrooms in the first place.

with his entire face buried into your chest, kirishima lets out a low grumble.

“does that feel good?” you ask him, giving him gentle pats on his head while playing with his bright red hair.

nodding vigorously, kirishima adjusts himself to be more comfortable on your chest, deepening your cuddling position.

“yes, mommy-“ just as he says that, you discreetly go to grab your phone.

“what, baby?”

“you make me feel so good, i’m mommy's good boy,” he huffs into your chest, oblivious to the fact you’re recording the rare sight that is your boyfriend being so obedient.

unfortunately, your notifications weren’t on silent, and the ding of the message from your phone makes your boyfriend jolt up, making him directly notice the camera in front of him.

“wow, wow, wow pause,” he says, trying to play off the previous interaction like it was nothing.

he adjusts himself on the bed. now you’re laying on his chest while he has his hands wrapped around you. he grabs your phone and puts himself back on focus.

“nothing to see here, bye bye,” he talks into the camera before turning it off and now looking you directly in the eye.

“what was that about!”

“hey, it was just for me, i thought it was sweet…”

“sweet isn’t manly baby,”

you poke his bicep and run your fingers over his neck. placing gentle kisses all over his neck and arms, making him fold instantly.

“i’m sure calling your girl ‘mommy’ is top tier manliness,” you reply, trying to comfort and appeal to your boyfriend’s one and true desire. your hands find their way to his inner tighs, and you smile to yourself as you notice his very obvious excitement.

“you really think so?”

you nod, “i know so!”

“can i ask you something?”

his face screws up almost instantly. “fuck no.”

“don’t be mean. you don’t even know what i was gonna say.”

“by your tone, i figured it’s nothing good.” bakugou rolls his eyes but stands till where you stopped him. he shrugs his duffel bag back up his shoulders and the air around him is urging you to spill it out. suddenly you don’t feel as bold under his attention, but you’ve come to far to back down now.

“can i… touch your arm?” you start, fumble then curl your arm up meekly. “do this. i want to know what it feels like… flexed…”

you cringe at your words as bakugo narrows his eyes at you. for a moment, you think his gonna chastise you, to stop messing around or just turn around and leave. instead, bakugou just grunts and do as he’s you asked.

your arm looks like a limp noodle compared to his. unfairly so. the muscle of his bicep bulges when he clenches his fist shut and the sleeve of his compress shirt nearly goes taut around it. you wordlessly poke a finger, then go for a very hesitant and sheepish squeezed at the top. it feels like a giant brick covered by a layer of battle scarred skin.

“wow.” you is all you can muster. “that’s crazy.”

when you pull back, bakugou’s usual glower is smoothed into unbridled smugness. his eyelids are low and his smile is pulled wide and mean. “feels good, don’t it?”

“ugh. you sound like an asshole when you talk like that.” you deflect quickly. something about his words lit a fire in your gut that you don’t want to address. specially now, with bakugou ego already so high-he’s purposely showing off now, muscle bouncing as he flexes again.

“i get to talk like that cuz i earned it.” bakugou puffs up proudly. “ if you ask nice enough, i’ll considerate sharing some workout tips.”

you wave him off as you walk to the exit. “nah. meathead brute isn’t really my style. besides, whatever regime you got going on would kill me in two days.”

“i’d give you an easier load-“

❤︎ she hates it.

❤︎ you know she likes you, she knows you like her so what's the point of all this

❤︎ let's just make it official you know

❤︎ but she knows the type of girl you are

❤︎ you like the whole courting process and wanting it to be known to you that you're liked (and loved) so she's willing to do of that for you

❤︎ flowers, small gifts, favorite snacks and a nice hot soup when you came down with a cold

❤︎ though the talking stage lasts maybe a week because she's so so so stubborn and wants you to be her girlfriend as soon as possible!

❤︎ she'll come over with her usual random thing she got you while on a patrol, this time it being this compact mirror you brought up when you two first met almost half a year ago and your favorite candy

"what the hell, why did you get me this? it's so expensive," you blink at her in awe holding the golden mirror in your hand.

"because i'm asking you to be my girlfriend," she speaks as if she had asked you what she wanted for lunch, her taking her hero costume boots off near your door.

you blink twice at her bluntness before immediately going to teasing her.

“Get over here,” Bakugou said, glaring at you from across the bed. You had nearly scooched towards the edge of the mattress, dangerously close to falling off.

“You’re like a heater…” you whined. “No more cuddling for one night. Please?”

“WHAT?!” Bakugou looked like you told him to go jump off of a cliff. “The heat is not that bad! Just get over here!”

“No…” 

You turned your back to him, hoping for a peaceful night’s rest. Oh how wrong you were. 

Bakugou shuffled over to your side of the bed, muttering complaints as he finally reached your back. 

He shook your shoulder gently. “Cuddle me.”

“Katsuki… no…”

Bakugou sighed. 

“…Please?” His tone was surprisingly vulnerable. “If I take my shirt off, will that help? Just don’t wanna sleep alone without ya…”

You groaned cutely. “Fine, fine.” 

He whipped off his shirt and you rolled into his strong arms. He exhaled contentedly, his face digging into your hair for comfort. 

“This wasn’t so bad, was it?” Bakugou asked, his smile pressing into your head. 

“If I die from overheating, it’s your fault. Remember that, sweetie.”

“I will, babe.”

you really didn't expect this—when yuuji is right there, rubbing his face against your pussy soaked with his piss, in an almost ridiculous way, the sound makes you blush. he pants, his lips swollen and his face red, licking your folds and eagerly sucking your clit; he pulls on your labia with his teeth.

and then your eyes widen when you feel his tongue moving down, and a little further; he pushes his tongue against your ass. his tongue slides down, and your eyes widen when you feel the wet, soft muscle against your butt. yuuji simply started fucking your ass with his tongue; your whole body trembles and every hair on your body stands on end; you can feel his jaw moving and his tongue pushing.

he keeps going, encouraged by the moans you let out, staring at you without any shame. you feel the pressure in your bladder building even more, gasping for breath as you grab his hair, he stretches out his thumb to press against your clitoris, almost roughly, smiling when he feels you falter.

yuuji finally gets what he wants when you arch your back and let it all out, peeing all over his face and soaking him through, the warm liquid trickles down his hair, and you let out a long sigh of relief, the stream breaking off each time his tongue moves inside you.

he finally pulls it out, leaving kisses behind and all over your skin, making loud and wet noises, looking like a excited pup messing around, and his smile is still just as big.

it's always something new he wants to try. something he sees while he was scrolling on his phone, something you've sent to him from pinterest or something his friends recommended him and sometimes a really good dish he found from one of your date nights.

he's sort of a health freak so he always try to make something healthy and tasty at the same time which he'll never admit, but has fun doing. he loves going to the farmer's market with you assessing which ingredients buy and trying out sauces. he loves it when you give him real criticism, "that's how i'll get better angel face."

the only times he's too lazy to cook is when he's out for late night patrols or when he has to get up way too early, he hates heated up food and prefers to just get something from the gym cafe on his way back.

OPEN UP *♬ . °♪~

Cw: slapping

You dropped down to your knees with a small thunk. You looked up at Katsuki, his chest was almost heaving with excitement. His ruby eyes were half lidded, his face was a mix of something you couldn't quite place. He looked ruined, and like he would ruin you too.

Pushing your face into the crotch of his sweats, you whined. His scent was strong, burnt caramel and something musky and masculine. You never admitted it but it turned you on like crazy.

"Fuck baby.." Katsuki sighed as you pulled down his sweatpants to his ankles. Revealing how his cock strained against the damp fabric of his boxers.

You looked up at him for permission and when he nodded you peeled off his underwear.

His cock sprung up and slapped against his abs and you couldn't help but stare. It looked delicious, it was thick and had a prominent vein on the underside. It curved up into a pretty pink mushroom tip, he leaked all over himself. You zoned out looking at it, thinking about all the stuff you could do- rather than doing it yourself.

"Open up.." Katsuki mumbled as he gently tapped your lips with his heavy cock. You blinked back into reality at the feeling of his warmth on your mouth.

Katsuki grunted, "I said open up." He hit his cock into your face again. You couldn't help but leak in your own panties, you whined. God he's hot. You were rocking against his foot for friction when you looked up at him.

Before you could even start to apologise you heard a loud SMACK. Katsuki had just slapped you! Your cheek was red and stung in the most addictive way. It hurts, like a lot. A slap from a man with that amount of power would hurt no matter if he was trying or not. You were stunned, what had just happened?

sum. you're both drunk and have to pee

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ cw. piss play, cumplay?, pussy slapping, mild exhibition, reader is unshaved because i SAID SO (bush propaganda), inebriation...really idk what to say except that they get weird and sukuna's being gross

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ an. i really don't have an excuse for this i'm sorry.

Alcohol's a diuretic — which is probably why after a particularly lively night out drinking with Sukuna, the pressure on your bladder is sudden and intense. A signal from your brain that lets you know that your body needs to go, and now.

You've barely made it to his apartment just to find out that he needs to go immediately as well.

Except that the apartment has exactly one toilet.

"I'm going first—" you tell him.

"No, wait."

You're already opening the lavatory, hand on the doorknob when he stops you.

"Sukuna…"

You try to protest, but the ethanol in your veins blurs everything into a warm haze.

Makes you feel lighter and less like anything you do matters.

"We can go," he pushes the door open, guiding you in, "together."

"Together?"

"Mhm."

Unfortunately, simply seeing the toilet triggers the need to pee with a renewed urgency.

You have no idea what he's talking about, and there's really only one thing that you care about right now, which is emptying your bladder.

"Fucking—ugh—" you mutter under your breath, already hiking your dress up till your navel.

If you were sober you'd probably be snapping at him and shoving him out the door to get some privacy — mind still fuzzy, you're already slipping your panties down.

You sit down just to find his dick is out, held in one hand as he peers down at you — a lopsided smirk on his lips that reveals he's still very much not sober yet either.

"The fuck?" you half-giggle.

Sukuna hums, nudging your legs further apart as your stream starts to flow — and even in this state you pick up that he's watching.

"Ohmygod, do you have a piss k—"

Hot liquid hits your pussy — and it's definitely not your own.

You squeal, about to snap your legs shut, but a knee in between stops you.

"Oh shit—" he groans, low and filthy — then trying to coax you, "Spread those pussylips a bit baby."

For whatever reason, your hand's already doing it — parting your lips with two fingers so he can get a good view of the stream through hazy, lidded eyes.

And his grin widens. "You like this, don't you?"

Then he tilts his dick to piss directly on your clit.

You make some feeble, incoherent sound at the sensation — his flow still going strong even though yours is starting to taper off.

"Dirty girl," he purrs, "Can't believe you're actually letting me do this."

Finally there's no more, and by now his dick is already swelling up.

Piss drips down your folds and there's a second before you actually regain a little bit of shame and yank your hand away from between your legs, wrenching your thighs closed.

"You're so weird, get out I'm washing this shit off—"

"Oh come on, it was kinda hot," he murmurs with a smug smirk, slowly stroking his cock to its full, hardened size. "Open 'em again, I'm not done yet."

Fuck this stupid alcohol — once again you're spreading yourself despite how filthy this all feels.

"Mm, perfect, just hold it like that," he breathes, tugging his cock faster.

Your head is swimming, displaying your piss-soaked cunt just for him to jerk off to.

It doesn't take long at all — with another few quickening pumps and a low, throaty curse, he cums.

His aim is a bit off so the first white ropes catch in the strands of hair on your pubis like cobwebs.

He adjusts, angling the spray lower and between the lips.

"God, I fucking— love making a mess out of your pussy—" he bites out, milking out every single last drop to catch on your folds.

By the time he's done, you do indeed feel like a mess — defiled with all the fluids dripping from your sex…which now includes your own arousal as well.

"Sukuna…" you finally find your voice, blinking and whining when he reaches forward to rub his cum into your folds and hair like moisturizer. "Ugh. This is so gross—"

He lets out a low, amused laugh before slapping your pussy once to make you jerk.

But his cock's still halfway erect when he wraps his hand around it again.

"Knees," he orders you flatly.

You cringe at the feel of your cunt all sticky and damp — but with a glare, you do sink off the seat and onto your knees.

He hums in approval, slapping his dick on your cheek. "You're obedient tonight…I like it."

Before you can say anything, he's tapping the tip on your lips as you look up at him with round eyes. "Use your mouth and clean it."

You swallow and stick your tongue out to swipe it against the slit — it tastes fainty salty from cum, and a little bitter from what you assume is urine.

"That's it," he whispers, other hand coming to rest firmly on your head. You suckle the tip a little and he shudders, likely still at least a bit sensitive.

Finally he pulls you off, the tip glistening with your spit, laughing under his breath. "Really licked it clean."

There may be alcohol in your system but this is enough for you to frown, rising to your feet. "Get out so I can wash off."

He grins, tucks himself back in and casually exits the lavatory to wash his hands.

"…And we're both going to pretend this never happened after tonight," you call out after him.

"Whatever you say, baby."

Jock Bully Bakugou that fucks the rest of his adrenaline on you after practice. It’s mandatory, almost a ritualistic demand he imposed on you, so much so that he doesn’t shower after practice so he can get to his room quicker and have you flat on your tummy, only your hips driven off the mattress from the sheer power that his thrusts arch them up to a nearly uncomfortable angle for your back.

He stops at nothing for his after practice fucking, not even when you whine and beg him to pull out, tell him that you need to go to the bathroom or else you’ll pee yourself at this rate.

“Didn’t know there’s a fucking baby in college. Want me to put a diaper on ya, brat?” He curves over you to further cage you on the bed and doesn’t make it any easier for you when he circles an arm under you, snaps his hips faster, presses thick fingers on your bladder. “Big girls hold it in until daddy’s done with them. Let a single drop out and you’re walking to the laundromat in your own mess.”

He says that but you have no hope of holding it in, not when he keeps playing with your clit and squeezing your lower tummy, keeps daring you that if you wanted to go so badly, your pussy wouldn’t have a vice grip on daddy’s cock.

You squeal in horrid embarrassment when you cum, and your bladder empties itself along with your gushing, only prolonging your high every time you tried to squeeze any of it back.

“I-I’m sorry.” You broken whimpers are muffled in your pillow, squeezing it tighter around your face as you streams of pee still pour out of you. “I couldn’t hold it in, daddy. P-please don’t kick me out. Please…”

Nothing beats the absolute high of seeing you like this, his pretty little nerdy baby all whiny and humiliated by her own pleasure.

Bakugou’s petting on your hair is incredibly soft, but his tone in your ear is just pure evil.

“Still have to punish ya for this, princess. You get what you give.”

✨When bakugou’s wife found out they were pregnant after months and months of trying he literally could not stop smiling. Even hours into the night when his wife was sound asleep he was just holding her close and petting her hair while smiling so lovingly at her.

✨the whole time his wife was pregnant he was very very protective of her. If they went out in public he would take his suit jacket off and hold it up over her to cover her up when the press would try to snap pictures of her or tried to pry and ask questions.

✨Of course he wants her to eat healthier since she’s growing a little gremlin inside her but if she wants a double chocolate chipped fudge brownie with a large cold glass of milk at 3 am you already know that man is gonna make it and even put a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top with a little bit of whipped cream and a cherry on top.

✨when she finally goes into labor this man is ready to fall out. He can’t handle seeing her in tears it literally kills him. He’s trying so hard not to cry seeing her in so much pain. If there was a way he could take all the pain from her he would and not even think twice. He just lets you squeeze the fuck out of his huge hands and let’s you say vulgar things at him and even agrees with all of them just to make you happy.

✨when he finally gets to hold his baby girl it’s when you’re asleep and oh my god he’s crying. He’s actually sobbing actual ugly tears at the tiny baby. He’s just so large and she’s on the tinier side. Just this little chonky angry looking baby already has her big scary daddy wrapped around her chubby fingers and she doesn’t even know. He would be talking to her in such hushed words and gently smothering her in such soft kisses.

✨When he heard the baby cry for the first time when she came out that man is crying too. It shattered his heart into a million pieces when he heard that tiny shrill and he instantly just wanted to snatch her up and hold her forever.

✨since he has hearing aids he will sometimes turn them off when the baby is crying. She can get really loud at times and instead of cringing from how loud she is he just turns them off and gently coos at her till she calms down.

✨you will catch this man asleep in that too tiny of a rocking chair that he can barely fit his thick ass in just so he can watch his baby sleep. You have to make him come to actual bed because for the first two weeks of being the baby home he kept going to sleep in the baby’s room.

✨you would think you would be the one spoiling your baby but honestly it’s completely the other way around. He’s the type of parent to drop hundreds of dollars on baby clothes and toys even though they will grow out of the clothes in a few months and half the time don’t even play with said toys. You have to physically stop him from spending a whole pay check on the baby.

✨the moment you heal completely he’s conflicted to ask for another baby. He would absolutely love to have a household full of babies but he doesn’t want to see you in pain again. He just.. can’t go through that again.

✨it would just be randomly one night right after you just fed the baby and now you’re both laying down trying to go to sleep and he’s like. “Let’s have another baby.. right now” and you’re like “boy if you don’t shut your ass up and go the fuck to bed” cause you think he’s playing but he’s just staring at you with pleading eyes. He just wants a house full of kids mama, just give it to him. 😩🤚🏽

✨he has a way with hold kids too. He’s so large that he can hold multiple kids at once in his arms so if you have triplets or twins and they are toddlers he will literally just scoop them all up into his arms and walk around just holding them all at once.

✨all I’m saying is, he loves kids he just won’t admit it what so ever.

✨there’s also times you’ve came into the living room looking for everyone and there they all are laying on the floor on a caved in tent made out of couch cushions and blankets. Bakugou is spread out and half of his body sticking out of the tent and y’all’s kids are just all over him and one of the boys little feet are on his face. It’s such a sweet sight.

Him walking into a store with one baby in hand and then two, three, four, seven little rascals sprinting behind him, using their daddy like fucking monkey bars and making it hard to walk when they koala grip on his legs.

Choirs of “daddy can I have this?” “daddy I want that!” “daddy, pick me up too!” “piggyback ride! Piggyback ride!”

And now he’s carrying all of them, tired as hell, but never upset with the fits of giggles and squeals.

People ask if any of them are adopted, or if they’re from different marriages, and he bluntly states that they’re all his and yours.

AHHHHHH MIGGIIII PLSSSSSS. THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH MY HEART CAN TAKE. (And I’m sure reader is like “there’s only so much my pussy can take” UAKSHSKSH)

BUT LIKE OMG IM CRYING.

Imagining Bakugou taking the time to do each and every little girls hair, kissing each one on the head once he’s finished to let them know he’s done and it’s the next girl’s turn.

Having to cook an 8 course meal all at once 3 times a day, everyday to satisfy his rabid and ravenous girls (which includes his wife).

Going through absolute hell on back to school nights and parent teacher conferences bc there’s so many different places to go and people to meet.

Setting aside a day on the weekend for either a day out or a day of arts and crafts. On the arts and crafts days he has a kid coming up to him every five minutes showcasing a shitty drawing that’s so endearing it has him melting. Especially the ones of the entire family doing things or of mommy and daddy being together.

Doesnt matter how poorly drawn the art is, Bakugou is telling every child that their drawing is the best in the world. It makes his girls happy but also prompts them to start playfully arguing which sister’s is the best of the best. So then a drawing contest ensues.

By the end of the day the entire fridge and a whole kitchen wall is covered in the girls’ artwork.

Katsuki cried each time a child was born, but it was just tears running down his face. When his son is finally born, he’s sobbing softly because damn he has a son. Look at his son!

Precious baby boi is the only one that doesn’t try to latch on to his daddy’s tiddies as an infant and that makes Katsuki have such a bond with him omg.

Daddy and all the girls will sit in a circle and pass baby boi around, getting a few moments to hold him or play with him bc they’re all in love with him. Every day at least one of the girls will say that she’s gonna be the strongest hero ever just like daddy so they can protect their baby brother.

The crying part the cryingggg paaaaartt I sobbed with him the second I read it. J-just… Bakugou with a big happy family, a house that can’t stay tidy for more than 10 minutes, gremlin children and wonderful wife that mean the world to him- all worth the grueling hours of kid’s bop and parent teacher conference and crying children at 2 in the morning.

And you’re so happy that he’s over the moon because you gave him another child, happy like he was when all the girls were born, but that extra happiness of having a little man join the family too.

You just pushed that baby out but you’re think about just one more. He’s too young and his sisters are too rowdy to always play with him and he’ll get lonely so give him a little brother to take care of too.

God forbid Bakugou hears that because he has no problem having more kids. He’s got the money and dedication for it.