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𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 💌: happy fathers day! even though the part before the cut is more focused on the mother-son relationship, the cut after is all about bakugo and his son. I hope you enjoy it!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. attempted sexual assault, the reader is implied as a female (mother), big fluff

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. domestic!bakugo x domestic!reader, domestic!bakugo with son (platonic), domestic!reader with son (platonic), domestic!reader with daughter (platonic).

Bakugo's son is nothing like him at first. He never clung to his mama's leg, pleading with big, glossy puppy dog eyes just to be picked up as Kinnosuke did with you. He was also very sensitive, concluding that he wasn't the baby no longer ever since his newborn sister was brought into the world. He had to share his toys and your attention and thought that you didn't love him anymore.

But now at age 16-17, he's almost like bakugo's replica. He even inherited bakugo's bitch-resting face, I mean, all the bakugo pupils did; Kinnosuke just doesn't act up around you, still looking at you for guidance with a soft gaze and never swears around your presence. He tries to stay away from things he knows that'll disappoint you, but occasionally be the adolescent teen with the blood of a bakugo coursing through him, tempting him to erect trouble.

However, there was this one incident that occurred on the bus. He didn't understand why you both took the bus even when you had a car, but he didn't complain. Mothers knows best, he supposes. A man from behind you attempted to pinch your butt and nearly on instinct, he gripped onto the man's wrist and glared at him with bakugo's infamous death stare, making the enemy nearly evaporate from the heat of his scowl.

In all this, you don't recognize an assault was planned on you, just grabbing your son's hand and dragging him out of the bus. He just returns to a normal soft gaze when he looks at his mother.

It wasn't like he despised his father, he still loved him even when he's older, he just preferred you.

But he won't forget that time where they were taking a nice father-son stroll around the neighborhood on a warm day. He had his little stubby five-year-old hand engulfed by bakugo's much rougher and older ones. He walked in the inside of the sidewalk while bakugo walked to the side nearer to the street, always protective on instinct when it came to his family.

They came across a house with a large chained fence and a metal sign hung on the said fence. It was titled, "BEWARE DOG", But with his limited vocabulary, he didn't understand what it meant at the time and paid no attention to it.

That was when a Cane Corso dog shot up on the porch it was resting on and raced to meet the duo by the fence with its canine teeth exposed, barking very loudly and not in the familiar way a golden retriever would greet him.

Kinnosuke unleashes a tiny exclamation and jerks his hand out of bakugo's which he also lets out a minor gasp, then runs to his side, wrapping his dwarf arms around his leg.

The dog still fires his needless rage on the pair as bakugo lifts the frightened child from his leg and brings him to his chest without a word. He knows the dog won't do anything because it's behind a strong barrier and in whatever situation it gets ahead of the said strong barrier, he'll just hold his son high and blast it beyond space. Besides, the dog is just protecting its own family from any intruders. Kinnosuke is still a little skeptical of dogs to this day.

As they returned home, bakugo reminded Kinnosuke who was still in his arms.

"Big things are scary, but the only thing to make it stop being scary is to be bigger than itself and make it seem smaller."

It was that quote that led him to be the future's top pro-hero.

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Friends, I'll say it once again, this is how bakugo pushes a shopping cart 💀

Leaning forward and shit with the most unimpressed face pursuing behind you mindlessly as you pick your favorite snacks

𝙀𝙓𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘿'𝙎, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎!─ k. bakugo

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. bakugo loves your "priceless" gift.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bakugo x reader.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. nothing except if you don't celebrate christmas I guess, the reader is a bit of an idiot, established flourishing relationship, fluff, blushy bakugo.

a/📓 : happy holidays!

Bakugo eyed at the dishonest rare Bronze age All Might trading card that was kept protected in a display case on his dresser as if it held some sort of significance.

To most hard-line All Might fans like himself, things like this were child's play; they could effortlessly purify which Bronze age All Might card was a trap and which was genuine by defining the colors. The real had the full art of the gorgeous number one hero Detroit smashing towards you in his black and red uniform. This was worth well over ¥40,000.

The fake, however, had the same accuracy as the real but wasn't worth much. The background color was the conclusive factor that directly divided the two cards. The actual card had an aureolin setting with a holographic rainbow that bedazzled your eyes when the desk light hits it. The phony had a lemon yellow setting with a nice holographic rainbow. Easy.

You were never an All Might fan and instead, you always leaned towards the lesser heroes like Fat Gum.

This means in some cases, that sketchy store clerk duped the shit out of you.

You spotted the item behind the store clerk's desk when you were shopping for clothing with your girls and immediately recognized it as something your boyfriend would like. The problem was that the clerk told an untruth and asserted that the fabrication was reasonably worth thousands of yen, thousands of yen a 3rd year like you wouldn't normally carry. So in response, you worked your ass off serving bitchy consumers teriyaki as a waitress to the level where Bakugo could only talk to you during school hours.

But when you came to him with frostnip nose and ears and a big, luminous smile when you gave up the card bandaged in a comic snowman wrapping paper, he wasn't sure what to exactly say.

"Do you like it? I heard that there are only four copies of it in the world," he remembers you sitting down next to him when you announced it, a smile basically polluting in the way you spoke. You were nearly bouncing the bed under him from excitement, awaiting acknowledgment from him.

Should the Bakugo risk admitting that it was fake, help get your money back and stake that chance of you getting embarrassed or say nothing and soak in the appreciation that you thought of him and not midoriya.

He voted the latter.

He memorized rebelling against the blushed smile that trudged onto his lips. "Yeah, it's nice I guess," he murmurs, feigning interest by flipping the card to its back.

"You know you love it! Stop that," you bumped into his shoulders, now glowing with gratification.

Bakugo won't cite that he loved it so much that he removed his real copy from its spot on the dresser and replaced it with yours.

IT'S YOUR FUNERAL — your assaulter believes you're fucking around when you say you'll go get your boyfriend. It's his funeral.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. k. bakugo x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. assault, reader kinda fits in the damsel in distress role, katsuki knocking them out, gender-neutral, not proof-read, re-uploaded

When you shouted to the man who was currently attempting to squeeze your waist, the loud music drowned out your voice. Your words only became apparent when you pushed his hands away and salacity-filled eyes connected to those of your more adamant ones.

"Hm? What d'ya say, baby?" You shivered upon hearing the nickname he gave you.

"I said to leave me alone," you yelled again.

"Uh-huh?" he grins, finding your discomfort extremely amusing, "you want me to leave you alone?"

Firstly, you responded by asserting yes, but after some consideration, you decide that including, or else, is necessary.

When his head falls to his shoulder, he says, "or else what, baby? Whatchu gonna do if I don't?"

Frumpily, you reply, "I'll get my boyfriend."

"You'll go get your boyfriend?" He smirks, "where is he then?"

You point behind yourself at your golden-headed brute, decked in his finest. That would be some baseball cap and jeans adorned with a red wives-beater showcasing his enlarged biceps. "See him? He's got blonde hair. You can't miss it."

Unfortunately to your attacker, he does. He views you as pointing at the smaller, scrawnier blonde boy, with latte eyes rather than the much larger, bulkier, and crimson-eyed one he's talking to. The grin on his face only beams from knowing he would win if a fight broke loose because of his size and strength.

"Go ahead and get 'em, babe," He licks his lips as he anticipates victory, "I wanna talk."

Rolling your eyes at him, you contemplate how dumb and wacky he must be, but you keep that to yourself. Under the tinted lights, you see the aggressor's eyes watching you squeeze past sweaty bodies that flashed purple to blue and settles on pink before it shortly resets the rotation again.

As you catch how his eyes appear to magnify with uneasiness and how he clenches his jaw tight as you steer towards the larger blondie, you observe how he displays skepticism. Despite this, he holds firm.

From the corner of his eye, Kasuki notices you shakily emerging from the dancing bodies with a grimace glued on your profile. With a scowl on his face, he stares at you. "What's wrong?"

"Katsuki, some dude keeps trying to touch me," you whine, pointing to the guy who remains awkward in the middle of the dance floor. His stance reminds you of the stand you would take in front of your asleep parents to alarm them that you had vomited just moments ago. "He wanted to talk to you when I told him to leave me alone."

In response, Kaminari, the assailant assumed to be your boyfriend, whistles before smoothly vacating to bother Kirishima, as he does not want to be caught in Katsuki's wrath which occasionally tends to end up affecting everyone's day.

As Katsuki's eyes follow those of the guy who suddenly turns his attention to the people around him, he deepens his scowl even more. Your arm wraps around the arm of the man who kicks his feet off the wall, moving toward your aggressor. Contrary to you, he has an easy time crossing the dance floor, simply shuffling anybody off with a fuck off who tries to disrupt him.

As Katsuki approaches him further, it's hard not to assume the man is pissing his pants. Despite their similar height, he recognizes that he is standing in front of a fanatical hero who has doomed villains to the slammer half-dead with melted faces. The hero then asks, "Why are you bothering them?" But the man know it's bait to give him a story to fuck him up.

And as you expected, he turns into a little bitch. Although his mouth opens, closes, and opens again, he doesn't say anything. Rather than his randy stare that used to flit from your eyes to your waist, he now looks at you straight in the eye with fear as if he was begging for redemption. You don't grant him that kind of safety.

In the realization that he dug himself into this dilemma and only he can effort to dig himself out, he finally chokes out with his hands raised in the air, "L-Look, I didn't mean— It was a joke! I-I didn't realize they would take it—" before his words are cut short.

Katsuki's glare is venomous, "so you never took a hint after they told you to fuck off multiple times?"

It wasn't until the cold breeze that swept under your hair that you realized Katsuki was directing the man outside the club. Away from onlookers.

You could hear the man's heart drop before eventually, he is. Nevertheless, before that, he spewed out a topsy-turvy mess of "I-I— the music, it was— I couldn't—" before ultimately being clocked out by a fist that linked with his head. He falls backward onto the packs of stuffed garbage bags that end up ripping upon impact.

"Thanks, Katsuki," you say, depositing a stained, red kiss on his cheek.

In the end, Katsuki is content with the fact that the slimeball is sure to leave you alone, despite his irritation with the lack of brawl that the man seemed to be seeking before and was so confident about.

"Just doing my job, princess."