You Damn Right Im Whipped For You

you damn right I’m whipped for you

the power of a god

Y O U’R E TELLING ME THE RAT CAN LOOK LIKE THAT BUT HE CHOOSES TO LOOK LIKE THIS

I want to see your cute face.

this is everything right now

todoroki said in his flashback that his siblings “lived in a different world” from him, and it gave me this angsty fic idea of

what if his siblings resented him? what if endeavor treated shouto in all the right ways in front of the other kids, bought him all these expensive toys and sent him on all these expensive “vacations”, hired him all these tutors to keep his grades up, bragged to everyone in earshot about how proud he was of his shouto.

and fuyumi and natsuo and touya grew up thinking that shouto was the pampered golden child, the only one “worthy” of their father’s love. and they hated him for it.

shouto doesn’t bother to make contact with his siblings because they happily left him behind. while he was suffering in solo training, being beat to hell and back by endeavor, they were off having fun and playing games with each other. they never invite him with them to the playground or playing tag, and he resents them for it.

shouto grows up a stranger in his own house, and it’s so lonely that when he moves into the dorms, it’s like an entirely different world.

but then shouto has to come back home for christmas holidays, and maybe some of his friends come over for emotional support. because they saw the way shouto was when they first met him, and they don’t want that kind of emptiness to come back into their friend’s eyes. they want to protect him.

and as fuyumi and natsuo watch shouto interact with his friends, they see an entirely different side of their brother that they never knew about. they see how soft and vulnerable he is, how much like a child his age is supposed to be. they see a stranger that they might like to know.

there’s no trace of endeavor in his eyes or in his laugh or in the way he talks.

but then their father comes into the room, and shouto just locks up, goes all stiff and cold and distant, just like he was all throughout their childhoods. his friends subtly close rank around him, casually moving so they’re between shouto and his father. like they’re protecting him.

and, finally, fuyumi and natsuo understand.

I want inside info to my husbands room

You know, I’ve talked before a few times about how little we know about Katsuki, and why that makes me hopeful the author is holding onto info on purpose for a later Katsuki arc, but like, holy shit we really know very, very little about Katsuki.

Like, just take Katsuki’s room. We don’t know shit about it. Katsuki is a main character of the series, the most popular character for 4/5 of the past polls, we’re like 250 chapters in, and we have basically no idea what his room looks like. 

All we know is he has a bed, and it’s relatively plain looking. That’s it. That’s all we get to know. Hell, I’m not sure any other character has canonically been inside, or seen the inside of Katsuki’s room.

So with that in mind, here’s a list of things that could be inside Bakugou Katsuki’s room, and nobody can tell me I’m wrong because we don’t know:

A life sized statue of All-Might

974 knives, arranged in alphabetical order

A small nuclear weapon

A cat

Two Cats

A whole ass indoor garden

A wall of carefully arranged hiking equipment

An aquarium

Five desks, for no particular reason

A child

His whole room could just have tons and tons of nitroglycerin he’s been collecting over the years and storing up just in case.

A skeleton

Maybe he has a skull collection. We sure don’t know. 

Pls just give us any info on Katsuki how is it that we know basically nothing about him compared to so many other characters

Can i again ask you a request.. If thats ok... Domestic bakugou where his wife finds a pack of condom in theirs son pants pocket... I just saw a video about it and thought it would be funny😆

I wanted to get this out sooner, but of course we went into complications with school starting again. but this was really fun to write! i honestly didnt know how to end it but i think its really enjoyable! thank you for this request!

I hope you enjoy!

“Mom, I’m heading to Ichirou’s house! I’ll be back before dinner!” your son Katsuro called out.

“Hey at least put your dirty laundry in the laundry room!” you called back but only getting the sound of the door slamming in response. You sighed, “These boys I swear…” you managed to lug the hamper of dirty clothes to the laundry room, despite your growing baby bump, and started sorting out the piles of clothing by color. It always astonished you the amount of dirty clothes that piled up each week from your husband and son. The two always out and about doing something and getting themselves dirty and sweaty, that clothing was constantly thrown into the hamper, making the wash load much heavier than it should be. 

They were truly lucky that you loved them.

As you pulled clothing inside out and checked the pockets for any loose change, you felt a strange item as you stuck your hand into the jeans belonging to your son.

Pulling out the item you gasped. 

“Katsuki!!!”

Laying in your shared bedroom, your husband abruptly jumped in his sleep. Having worked a night shift the day before, Katsuki was taking a midday nap, but now, rudely, awoken by his wife’s scream.

On instinct, he was up and on his feet ready to attack whomever was causing distress in his household. He rushed to your location, his eyes bloodshot and wide. All fatigue gone from his body in an instant.

“(Y/n)?! What’s wrong?! Are you hurt?!”

“Katsuki look!” you held out the condom out in front of you.

Your husbands face of urgency twisted to one of confusion. “A condom?”

You nodded, “I found it in Katsuro’s pocket!” 

Katsuki paused for a moment. Did you just scream bloody mary, waking him up from his nap, just to show him… a condom?

He let out a deep groan, “(y/n)… did you really just wake me up because of a fucking condom?”

You nodded frantically, “Yes! This is important Katsuki! It was in Katsuro’s pocket! Do you know what that means?!”

The ash blonde ran a hand over his face with another groan leaving his lips. “Seriously (y/n), I thought you or the fucking baby were hurt- so what if Katsuro’s got a condom in his pocket? He’s already a teenager-”

“That’s not the point Katsuki! You need to talk to him!” you yelled, throwing the condom pack at him.

“Talk to him?! Oh fuck no! I ain’t giving the brat the talk! No way I’m doing that shit! It’s too awkward!!!”

“Katsuki!!!”

“(Y/n)!!!”

You pouted, your eyes starting to become glossy with tears. The ash blonde flinched, he knew with your pregnancy you had fast mood swings. And strong ones too.

“But… but what if something happens?… what- what if-” your voice started to waver.

“Hey- hey…” he spoke in a softer voice. Careful not to rile you up anymore, working his way to calm you down. When it came to you he was cautious on how to act especially with your growing pregnancy.

He sighed, “Ok, I’ll talk to the kid. Just don’t worry about it ok? It’s not good for the baby.”

Your mouth stretched into a smile. Katsuki bent down to wipe away the stray tears that threatened to fall from your eyes and flashing you a soft smile. 

You giggled, “Thank you Katsuki. Now I need to finish this laundry, you should go back to sleep. I’m sorry for waking you.” 

He held back a groan of annoyance. What it took in him not to complain, but for your sake he held back. Sighing again, he leaned down to peck your lips.

“It’s fine, just be careful. Call me if you need anything else.”

You smiled at him, now feeling in a better mood, “I will, thank you Katsuki. I might need a nap after this.”

He grinned, “I’ll gladly help with that.”

~~~

The front door opened and closed, indicating that your son had just gotten home from his hangout for the evening. 

His father sat in the living room, arms crossed across his chest and his usual frown adorning his features. His eyes were closed in thought as a slight turmoil was brewing up in his mind. He figured he was to give his son ‘the talk’ one of these days, it coming sooner than he thought but with his growing adolescence he felt the time towards the uncomfortable discussion impending faster and faster.

“I’m home.” his son called out.

“Katsuro, come here.” the older ash blonde responded back. The younger boy stepped into the room, curious as to what his father needed. There was no malice or difference in tone in Katsuki’s voice, so he couldn’t be in trouble, right?

“What’s up dad.” he walked up to his father, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

Katsuki swallowed down the large lump that formed in his throat while he was waiting.

‘(y/n) owes me for this…’

“Your mother… found this in your pocket today…” he pulled out the condom packet out of his palm, holding it out in front of his son. Immediately the boy’s eyes widened and his face flushed. 

Before Katsuro could give an excuse, Katsuki spoke.

“I’m going to get straight to the fucking point kid- fuck. I really don’t want to be talking about this shit right now but your mother insisted.”

“W-where is mom right now?” the boy stuttered quietly.

“She’s in the room taking a nap.” Katsuki sighed, “I can’t believe I’m doing this shit…” he groaned.

He mentally cursed to himself before taking another deep breath, bracing himself for the awkwardness and embarrassment. It was like he was experiencing it with his own parents for the first time all over again. But this time he was getting a front row seat, first point of view of how his father must’ve felt. 

You were lucky that he loved you so much to go through such milestones.

“So… sex.”

Silence.

The air felt heavy, the atmosphere was awkward and for the first time Katsuki was afraid of something more than a life-threatening villain attack– and when you had a violent mood swing. He gulped, almost not knowing what to say next. He tried to recall back to his own experience with the sex talk with his parents but back then in the moment he didn’t give a rat’s ass of the bullshit his parents were spewing out at him. Why would he need to be told by his parents? He could learn from porn!

But now he cursed himself for not listening back then as it would’ve made this situation much easier if he could just reiterate the damn advice his father told him.

“I understand that you’re a teenager now and that you have… urges- but be sure to control yourself!” Katsuki blurted out. If he couldn’t remember what his old man said then he was just going to wing it!

“Don’t be stickin’ your dick in everything, it’s good to see that you’re using protection but you never know what could happen!”

“Dad I-”

“Don’t have one or more partner at a time, otherwise you’ll get an STD and that’s really fucking gross- and also don’t be cheatin’ I’ll beat your ass kid if you ever do some whore shit-”

“Dad!” Katsuro’s face down to his neck was bright red, and his head was swirling. His expression twisted in mortification. This was way too awkward and being the son of the hero with explosive sweat didn’t help with his rising body temperature. The young boy could feel himself explode any moment now. Both literally and figuratively.

“I’m still a virgin!”

Katsuki paused. He stared at his son, eyes big as saucers.

“Eh?”

“Dad, I-I haven’t had sex yet…” his son confessed. His gaze avoided his father’s identical crimson ones, scratching the back of his neck, “Kenji gave me that as a joke and I left it in my pocket by mistake.”

Katsuki’s face morphed into angry confusion.

“Kenji? You mean dunce-face’s spawn?”

Katsuro nodded, “He kept teasing me because I…” he paused, only his face, god knows how, managed to get redder. His father kept silent, his stare only urging him to finish his sentence.

“Got a g-girlfriend…” he whispered the last word, hoping his father didn’t catch on.

But of course he did.

“What the fuck? When the hell did you get a girlfriend?!” he yelled. Katsuro furrowed his brow in frustration, but more out of embarrassment to his confession. He was going to hold off from telling his parents, especially his mother as caution to how she would react in her sensitive state.  Like his father, he was bad at expressing his emotions, so it took a lot for this young tsundere to muster up the courage to confess to this girl. And once that first obstacle was out of the way, the real challenge was admitting it to his parents. 

Especially with her family affiliation playing a big role in it.

“Who the fuck is your girlfriend?” Katsuki deadpanned. All thoughts of the sex talk flown out the window at this point. Fuck that, he wanted to know who actually agreed to date his bratty ass carbon copy of a kid. He labeled anyone who would fall in love with a Bakugou like him was rare, or probably some type of alien from another planet, because in his highschool days he was definite that he was the most hated person ever.

“Todoroki Yuki”

“ICY-HOT’S KID?! Katsuro what the fuck?!” his father boomed.

Katsuro flinched at his tone of voice. The blush on his face was slowly dissipating but at the sudden boom of his father he felt a different type of red filling his face.

“What do you mean ‘what the fuck’?” his son glared at him, “I like Yuki.”

Katsuki clicked his tongue, “Well this is a fucking surprise to me. It’s fucking icy-hot’s kid! Out of all people it had to be that half-and-half bastard’s girl huh?”

Katsuro glowered, “Is there a problem with that old man?”

Katsuki glared right back at his son, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Two pairs of crimson eyes burned into each other. 

“I don’t care, you can date whoever the fuck you want, that half-and-half bastard just pisses me off. And Yuki out of the twins? What about Yoko?”

Katsuro made a disgusted face, “Ew why the hell would I choose Yoko? She’s too fucking loud.”

Katsuki snickered, ‘Speak for yourself brat.’, “Whatever. You brats have been childhood friends before you were even born, I guess it was bound that any of you were to hook up eventually.”

“Don’t word it that way old man!” the embarrassing flush rose to Katsuro’s cheeks again. 

Katsuki laughed, ruffling his sons ash blonde hair then patting his shoulder. He looked at his son with a smirk as the younger boy glared at him with an angry pout. 

“So you were planning to fuck her?”

“Dad!?”

~~~

“So how did your talk with Katsuro go?”

You cleaned up the dishes from the table after dinner, walking into the kitchen to place them in the sink. Katsuki followed after you and a deep groan was heard from the living room. “Please don’t talk about it…” Katsuro grumbled.

You giggled, “I assume it went well?”

Katsuki scoffed, “Don’t worry, the brats still a virgin but he’s got a girlfriend.”

You gasped, “Katsuro! You have a girlfriend!?”

“I told you not to talk about it!” his face burned red again, and his head whipped to the direction of his parents. An embarrassed scowl adorning his face.

Katsuki snickered, sneering at his son as he placed clean dishes into the drying rack. 

“Kids dating Yuki.”

“Yuki? Shouto’s daughter? That’s so cute! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” you exclaimed, clasping your hands excitedly, the task of cleaning up now forgotten and left to Katsuki.

“Because you already have a lot to think about with that baby in your stomach, mom! And your mood swings are crazy!”

“What?! My mood swings are not crazy!” you exploded. The two males in the house flinched.

The older ash blonde cleared his throat, “Erhm, well at least you got protection kid. See what happens when you don’t?”

You turned your head, glaring your husband over your shoulder. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Katsuki had that shit-eating grin you knew all too well when he teased you. Every time he picked at you like this you got an itch of annoyance and it didn’t help with your pregnancy making you feel emotions ten times stronger.

“Your woman will turn from beauty to the beast faster than a blink of an eye.” he joked, but the punch to his kidney was well deserved.

“P-Proves my point…”

“How could you say that?!” you whined, tears starting to pool in your eyes. Sure it was bad when you were angry but sad you was the worst. Katsuki did whatever it took to not see you upset or cry, seeing you in a state broken him. Even if it was just the hormones.

“Y-you-you’re the one who always w-wants to do it! You don’t even use protection!!!” your hands covering your face as you cried. Katsuki went into sudden panic at the sound of your cries. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around your form and pulled you into his chest. One hand stroked your head and the other patting your back, determined to get your mood back up.

“I was just kidding babe, you know it was just a joke” he spoke as softly as he could, keeping your head buried into his torso. He looked to his son who was watching from his seat on the couch. An unamused look on his face, Katsuki looked back at him with a frown.

Mouthing the words, “This is why you use protection.”

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