#dad!katsuki

You woke from a cold sweat, worried about your baby, and rushing to the kitchen because you heard her giggling and pots and pans banging.

“Sup mama,” Katsuki shoots you a grin, with Mai squirming in his arms in excitement.

“Hi?” You’re confused seeing Katsuki taking on the role of making breakfast. You watch from the counter, crossing your arms and just staring.

“Ba!” Mai exclaimed and Katsuki nodded along, “patience baby girl, I don’t wanna burn them.”

You can’t stop from smiling, seeing the man being so soft and encouraging your child to continue “talking.”

“Mama! Ah?” Mai points to you, drool trailing down her chin— you move to clean it but Katsuki beats you to it.

A/N— I’m not sure what you meant by this, so I did the first thing that came to mind 🥀 I’m sorry🫩

Dad!Katsuki X Fem!Reader cryptic pregnancy, pt. 2

Part One

Warnings: none! 😋

Okay, so firstly, he’s absolutely SO nervous. He’s never been anywhere near anyone with little kids he had to worry about. He has no clue what he’s doing and only takes off what his parents are telling him, and google. When he goes out and buys stuff for your daughter, anyone who looks at him weirdly probably won’t look at him ever again by the time he’s done with them.

He loves that little girl though, whenever he’s studying, he’s right next to her, staring of at her face every once in a while. When he takes a nap or goes to sleep, if she’s not right next to him or you, she’s laying on his chest before he goes to bed as she laughs holding her father’s fingers.

Whenever this happens, it’s one of the only times you see Katsuki smile. He’d die protecting his little girl. Girl dad Katsuki Stan forever. When he holds her, the only pressure he puts on her body is what he needs to keep her upright. Researches everything so hard, he couldn’t mess this up. That’s not just any human life he’s responsible for, it’s his daughter.

He likes to spoon feed her, one time she spit the food back in his face and he tried so hard to not crash out, he chipped a tooth and broke the spoon from clenching so down so hard. Then your daughter laughed, and he immediately melted..

Whenever the baby cries and wakes you guys up in the early or late hours of the twenty-four, he is so distraught. He’s mad she woke him up, but he’s worried out of his mind that something happened to her.

He has to take a lot of time off of school, so he struggles a bit now. The school doesn’t really accommodate him since it.. is technically the fault of Katsuki and you, but sometimes Aizawa lets his absences slip because he knows he’s needed elsewhere, being a responsible father, and not screwing off somewhere.

Even when he comes home tired from training, on the occasion he can get a full day in, the first thing he does when he gets home, is take care of anything she, or you need. Whenever he genuinely can’t, Misuki takes care of her for you guys.

One of the few accommodations you two do get, is being able to live at home. Mainly so no one else has to deal with your kid, or you two. It helps that you two can get free baby sitters, aka the grandparents. The kid is often being bounced from household to household since both your family’s still work.

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Once Katsuki graduates, this because much easier. The only thing you actually have to worry about is his patrol routes, and other heroic responsibilities. Any days he has off are spent with her, and he’s gives that ENTIRE day to her.

If you’re still in his third year after he’s graduated, he primarily is the one that takes care of her, but if not him, it’s one of the grandparents. He wants you focus on school.

Your daughter is going to be smart. He’s highly intelligent, and will teach your daughter as such. She’ll be insanely educated in nearly every way she could possibly be.

When she finally gets her quirk, he’s so excited. He doesn’t show it, but he loves watching her experiment with it. If it’s more like his, or even, his; he’s teaching her everything he knows.

If her quirk ends up being more like yours, he’ll teach her what he knows about yours, and even tap off little tips and tricks for them. You mainly teach her, but wether or not she becomes a hero is up to her though.

She’ll definitely know how to cook. Katsuki is really good at teaching her life skills, and if anything inhibits that, like disorders or disabilities, mental, he researches it like it’ll kill him if he doesn’t; and adapts accordingly. However, he does remind her that not everyone will do that, and she’ll have to cope in her own one day.

Overall Katsuki is probably one of the best dads possible on the list of dads. He does struggle a little between the lines of discipline and actual traumatic situations for that poor kid. He doesn’t hit her, but he can get loud and agressive, mainly just because that’s honestly him. He does get much better the more experienced he becomes at being a dad.

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OH MY GOSH WHY DID THIS TAKE SO LING TK MAKE?? IM SO SORRY.

BUT AHHH THSI SI SO CUTE ☹️

I LOVE GIRL DAD KATSUKI OUGHHHHH

part 1 is here

Katsuki couldn’t sleep not after what happened a few days ago. He was a mess. How could he be so stupid. You were the only person that mattered and he still fucked it up. He rolls around in his bed, looking at the time. “11:35 pm”

Every time he tried to talk to you he got ignored. You wouldn’t budge. Katsuki even thought you blocked him because you would answer his messages at all.

『♡』 Katsuki decides he hates phlebotomists, nurses and doctors more than just about anything.

『♡』 needles, emotional katsuki, doctor appointments, baby check ups, having a baby and all that comes with it, fluff, post partum check up, everyone say thank you @majorapandahero for the idea (p.s I apologize if anything is innaccurate)

The baby and you have needed an unreal amount of doctors appointments and tests since birth. He knew, somewhere in the back of his head, that it was needed. But it didn’t hit him just how much there was to it until now.

You scheduled your appointments back to back to save on time. Yours has gone smoothly, as you primarily needed a basic post partum check up. It just ensures that all is well and healing smoothly.

The doctor warned the two of you to avoid sex for another week or two, because, apparently it’s just asking for another baby otherwise. He poured a little at that, missing that part of your intimacy.

Your doctor brings up depression, anxiety, and other symptoms you might be having. The look on your face explaining how truly anxious you’ve been is one she knows well. But she refers you to a therapist and names off a few tools for adjusting to life.

She asks how your urinary incontinence is going, if there’s been much or any progress. Your face heats as you explain that not much has changed but you’re working on it. He bounces the baby in his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He wonders if she knows, as little as she is, that her mommy keeps wetting herself as a result of her birth.

The halls of the hospital and office are cold and sterile. People bustle through the rooms and cool air wraps around the two of you. The intercom beeps and announces that Dr. Brown is needed in room 203.

Katsuki didn’t have warning. He knew the baby needed some tests done but he didn’t know it would be like this.

The doctor said she was coming along fine, measured her little body and worked around here and there, writing things down. But she said the little one still needed a few things taken care of.

And Katsuki hates it. His arms hold his daughter close, lip quivering. And the woman is gentle, wiping the bottom of Hana’s tiny foot with an alcohol prep pad.

You coo from the side, pressing a kiss to the side of his face and tell him she’s fine. But it’s not, it won’t be. Because the woman does something called a “heel stick” and Hana cries.

And it makes him want to cry. His little baby crying in pain, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Because these tests are necessary. The shots are necessary. His darling girl is squirming and screaming in his grip and he can’t do anything but bouncer her and apologize.

One of your hands begins to rub his back in support and tell him she won’t remember it in a few minutes. But his heart squeezes in his chest.

“We only have one more scheduled, she needs her Hepatitis B vaccine. Doc wanted to go ahead and get it out of the way, since she’s a little over a month now.” The woman reassures, rolling backwards in the chair to throw a few things in a biohazard disposer.

And oh, it’s just about the worse thing he can imagine. Because they have to put her on the stupid, hard table and he can’t hold her the whole time.

His eyes prick with tears watching Hana writhe as the nurse gets ready for the injection. She still hasn’t stopped crying. Fat, ugly tears roll down her face as she hic’s and wails.

“Baby, don’t watch if you can’t.. it’s okay.” You soothe, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.

It’s over quick and he all but swoops his little girl off the blasphemous table and into his arms. He peppers little kisses all over her face and apologies over and over. He bounces her, kissing her boo boos and she starts to sniffle as he soothes her.

And the phlebotomist snorts a little, chuckles even. She finishes everything up and goes over a few things out loud. Her gloves come off with a snap and she’s cooing at the sight. She glances down at the paperwork and chart next to her, then back up.

“For a big, scary pro, he sure is a softie sometimes huh?” She murmurs, brow lifted as she watches the scene in front of her.

You snort and he turns up his nose, glaring at her.

“I hate these damn places and the shitheads in them.” The blonde grumbles, pressing a kiss to the baby’s cheek and turning away slightly.

She sniffles lightly still, curling further into him.

You smack at his arm and demand he apologize to the poor woman in front of you but she cackles. The doctor allows you three to leave and he spends the entire car ride ranting about how much he hated that.

Mans has an entire shelf in his office dedicated to parenting books, in order of age and starting with pregnancy. Not too long after you give him a daughter with red eyes and dirty blonde hair, you pop into his office to see him leaned back in his recliner, holding her with one strong arm as she sleeps against his bare chest and reading a peaceful parenting book, barely shifting to flip the pages. He glances up at you, staring isn't very nice, mama, and you remark that you're just admiring the view. He sees you looking at the book and, unprompted, says I was a little terrorist growing up. There's a 50/50 chance that baby girl can end up with explosions, and I nearly leveled the house as a kid. If I can give her the head start I didn't have...

You do your best to teach her to communicate what she can using sign language and flash cards and teaching her everything you can so she can show you what hurts. When your daughter has her first tantrum, the both of you are ready.

Or at least…you think you are.

It happens in public when she's almost two, the three of you are at an event for heroes when she shows small signs of being frustrated. Katsuki kneels to try and see what she needs, and she pushes daddy's hands away, knocking herself onto her bottom as a result. Her lower lip quivers and the meltdown starts, crying and kicking her tiny feet and hands waving. Katsuki attempts to pick her up to soothe her, but it does nothing. She kicks and cries and yells and shoves, swats at you when you try to take her away, demands to be put down, stomps her feet until she falls again. People around the two of you begin to murmur about how she's just like her father, angry and explosive.

Katsuki, for the first time in his life, freezes in the face of a crisis. He looks near tears and defeated, as if he's failed your baby girl already, as if he's questioning his fitness to be a father because he doesn't know what she needs, and he feels like he should just know! He's her daddy! He's loved her from the minute he found out you were pregnant! He used to press his lips to your belly and sing in a soft baritone to her, he holds conversations with her while she babbles nonsense and he replies like the words were plain as day, surely he should know what she's communicating right now.

You turn to reprimand the onlookers behind you for judging a first time father and a toddler, when you suddenly recognize that she's not flailing. She's signing. You motion to Izuku to back the onlookers up, tell them to give your family room because they're witnessing a deeply personal moment.

You put a hand on your overwhelmed husband's chin, turn him to look at you, guide him through deep breaths while you gently stroke his cheek, subtly wiping frustrated tears of his own away before kissing the tip of his nose.

Look at your daughter, Katsuki. What do you see? Look at her hands. What is she telling us?

I don't...I can--

We're Bakugos. We can do anything. Just look at her. Take a deep breath and look at her.

Katsuki closes his eyes. Inhales. Exhales. Turns to his daughter and looks.

Her little feet are kicking and her little fists are rapidly tapping together, and he realizes it's a rhythm. tap tap. tap tap. tap tap. tap tap.

He looks at you in realization, turns to your child, is it your shoes? Do your shoes hurt? Do your feet hurt?

She continues to kickkickkick and Katsuki reaches forward to still one tiny foot, thumbs pressing at the toe. He turns to you, honey...her shoes. her shoes feel too tight. Her little toes have enough room, but what if her foot is too wide?

Katsuki pulls one Mary Jane shoe free, and the tantrum dwindles. Your daughter holds up the other foot with a soft whimper, teary eyes round as saucers as she looks at you. You pull the other shoe loose, and she stops kicking, still fussy. You sweep her up in your arms and sit on a nearby bench while Katsuki snatches her socks off too, looking at the sides of her feet to find them pinkish red and irritated.

How did we miss this? Katsuki whispers as he sets to rubbing your baby's feet, wiping them with aloe wipes, and kissing tiny toes until she giggles.

We didn't dress her this morning. You whisper back between singing to your daughter, Her grandparents did, and probably didn't notice. Accidents happen, baby. Nobody is perfect, but you handled this so perfectly.

He sits on the bench next to you, still gently rubbing your daughters feet. As her sobs stopped, she pulled at your shirt and Katsuki covered you with his jacket long enough for her latch to your breast before moving the jacket for her comfort.

As she nursed, she held his ring finger. The two of you softly sang to her, his gentle baritone matching your songbird soprano.

It's only love, they say,

Makes you feel this way.

She liked his eyes, she wanted more.

The baby's gonna have your smile for sure.

Heavy eyelids hid away ruby irises as you rocked her, ignoring flashing cameras in favor of looking up at your husband.

He saw a lovely girl, smelling sweet and soapy like fresh air.

She saw him looking, acting like she didn't care.

That's how we knew, and so love grew a flower.

The softest of snores fell from your daughter's lips, and you chose to carry her the three blocks to your house.

A flower that is you.

Every publication featured the two of you, especially Katsuki, singing to your daughter to soothe her. The headline? A photo of Katsuki kissing your forehead, hand on her head as she nursed herself to sleep, with the title

Usually, the curse of May You Have A Kid Just Like You is a little less... deliberate on the part of the parent. But. I'm not sure Bakugou quite knows what he's getting himself into? His anger issues stemmed from someplace rather different then hers seems to. @secret-engima

Me: Oh ABSOLUTELY he has no clue what he’s getting himself into. But, you know, he means well and it can lead to all the Drama and Dadly Shenanigans so :D.

His friends think it’s a bit odd since he’s in his early thirties and could still mess around before settling down but he’s not having it

You’re a bit nervous to tell him that you had a kid after a few dates, and you think he’s never going to hit you up again when he doesn’t really respond when you tell him, he just drops you off at your place with a emotionless look on his face.

You cry to yourself that night as you put your little girl to bed, and the two year old knows something’s wrong because she’s fussy through the whole night routine. You really liked Bakugou, he made you laugh and respect you but if he can’t accept your daughter than it's not going to work out.

Then the next morning he texts you that he got tickets for three to the local aquarium for the day. You call him, confused.

“That way we can take your daughter?” He’s confused by your question. “Why? Is she too little for the aquarium?”

You’re nervous as hell for him meeting Mai for the first time, but Katsuki is taken back at how your daughter looks just like you. She's adorable, and his stomach flipped taking in how you looked so beautiful in your jeans and simple shirt.

"Hi Mai, I'm Katsuki," He kneels down to the four year old's height but he's so big and the little girl immedietly burst into tears and hides behind your legs.

"Oh honey, it's okay," You coo at her, picking her up. Mai isn't convinced and hides away from Katsuki.

"I'm sorry, she'll warm up," You explain, but you weren't too sure. Mai had a shy personality, and was very attatched to you. You just hoped that Bakugou would be patient with her.

Mai started shedding her shy personality once you arrived at the aquarium.

"Mom, fish!" She yelled in excitement, tugging on your hand to get you to walk faster. Katsuki stands back and just watches you interact with your daughter. He knew he liked you, but seeing you be a mom did something to him and he imagined this being his life forever.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked when you noticed Katsuki seemed distracted.

He opens his mouth to answer but Mai interupts him when she squeals, "Mommy penguins!"

Katsuki was closer to her, and the little girl grabs his hand and drags him through to the penguin exhibit. Bakugou is taken aback, but quickly pushes back his fear of scaring her and kneels down to look at the penguins swimming as Mai squeals in excitement. She can’t pronounce his name correctly, so Mai just addresses him as ‘Suki which warms his heart.

It’s like a switch got flipped and Mai wouldn’t let go of Katsuki’s hand for the remainder of the tour through the aquarium. You stand back, smiling and snapping pictures, just watching as Bakugou showed a much softer side to him.

The day ended with Katsuki buying Mai the biggest stuffed penguin the aquarium store had, and the little girl could barely hold onto it as she fell asleep in her stroller.

“You didn’t have to get her that,” You said, feeling overwhelmed by his gesture.

Bakugou feels a string of anxiety pull in his stomach, wondering now if his actions were seemed as inappropriate.

“I-,” He tries to be truthful, “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked. Mai just seemed so happy and I wanted to get her something to remember me by.”

That melts your heart, and you kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for being so sweet to my baby.”

Katsuki is blushing so hard, his ears are ringing as he helps you by packing down the stroller and putting it in the trunk while you tuck Mai into her car seat. The little girl was out, but still hugging her penguin.

Katsuki Bakugo continued walking beside his son, but the hitch in his breath was a sign that he heard the question.

Katsuma looked up to the older man, little hand held by his father’s more calloused one. The little boy was a carbon copy of Katsuki, but that also meant he was smart— and just like Kats did as a kid— Katsuma wasn’t shy to ask adults hard questions.

The six year old knew he had a mom that loved him, and that was enough for him. She cared for him, made him breakfast and dinners, and let him jump on the bed for a bit as long as he promised he’d burn out all his energy and go to bed on time. Katsuma knew not having a dad was odd— his classmates always asked why he never drew a daddy when he drew his family.

Yet, you made it your life’s mission to make sure Katsuma never felt unloved because you chose to be a single parent— you were his mama and his papa, and Katsuma loved that.

Yet, now Katsuma had a father, and his little brain worked overtime trying to understand if now it meant he had a full-family, finally. He had a mom, and a dad, and they loved him. Yet, did that mean they loved each other? It was all confusing for the boy and he needed answers.

“I love your mom.” Katsuki’s ears burned from the simple confession but his son wasn’t done asking questions.

“Why didn’t you know about me until I was five?” Katsuma’s brows furrowed.

The older blonde sighed, before stopping. Katsuma looked even more confused as Katsuki kneeled down to meet his red eyes.

“Look bud, your mama and I—,” Katsuki scrambled to find the right words. Katsuma started to chew on his thumb, a habit Katsuki picked up on when his little boy was nervous. Carefully pulling his hand away from his mouth, Katsuki held his son’s hand instead.

“We love you so, so much,” Katsuki squeezed his hand. “Sometimes adults can make mistakes, and I’ll always wish I was a papa to you when you were little but never be angry at your mama for that, okay?”

Katsuma nodded dramatically, the thought absurd to the six year old.

“I will always love your mom— “ Katsuma started jumping in excitement.

“Mama and papa are gonna be together forever? Like married?”

Katsuki took hold of his son’s shoulders, stopping Katsuma’s excited hops.

“Not exactly buddy.” It hurt the older man to see the utter disappointment on his son’s face.

“We… uh—,” Katsuki didn’t even know what was happening between you two. Hooking up on and off and coparenting blurred the lines of labels.

“But you two love each other, and you guys love me, right papa?” Katsuma asked.

Katsuki smiled, ruffling his son’s unruly blonde hair.

“That’s right buddy, and that’s enough for me.”

Katsuma might’ve looked like his father, but he had your smile— the same expression Katsuki loved on you growing on the little boys face.