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#✿ thoughts: kirishima
willowser · 16 days
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nerdy best friend kirishima tells his mom about his giant crush on you right away, while you're both still in middle school, and she makes it her life mission to get you two together for her son 🥺 even when it embarrasses him 🥺
like you two go to homecoming together bc ofc you do !!! and when you show up at his house and she's taking all her pictures, she makes so many comments like, "you two are just so cute together !" and "you really should spend more time together !" (as if you don't spend every day together already)
and you're just laughing and nodding along, and kirishima is all glasses and braces and red-faced and, "mom, stop,"
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honehonn3honey · 4 months
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jothegamerwitch · 6 months
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I fully believe that Bakugou in a relationship is one of those "I don't deserve you" type of people. But not in a "I'm terrible, why are you even with me, I don't deserve you" kind of way but in more of a "You listen here, you are absolutely perfect and I do not deserve but I don't care if the universe fucked up with giving you to me, I will fight God himself if he tries to take you from me" kind of way. And we would say that while hugging you way too tightly.
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kaidabakugou · 9 months
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went out for drinks last night and the bartender was so cute, he reminded me of kirishima and @saintokkotsu has enabled me so here are some bartender! kirishima thoughts (plus a little tease of bouncer! bakugou 👀)
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bartender! kirishima that’s all smiles and charm as soon as you get close to the bar, catching his eye immediately with your glossy lips and all too tight dress that hugs your curves in all the right places which has him thankful that he’s behind the bar and it just barely hides the bulge forming in his pants
who says “sure thing, pretty” with a grin followed by a wink when you order your favorite drink, something fruity and light to start the night and he can’t help but to show off while he makes it. flipping the bottles and doing cool little hand tricks as he pours it for you while his smile gets wider when he notices how your eyes drift along his body, muscles straining against his black shirt tucked into his pants held by a tight belt that has you biting your lips at the thought of what’s underneath
who lets his eyes linger on your lips longer than he should’ve as he watches you swipe your tongue against the rim of the glass to lick the sugar off in the most sultry way that has him swallowing down the groan that threatens to escape him, feeling his mouth salivate when you wrap your lips around it and take the first sip, closing your eyes in delight as you lick your lips and he worries he might not survive his shift tonight with how rowdy you’re getting him
who keeps an eye on you the whole night, watching you dance as you grind against your friends and throw your head back while you swing your hips from side to side and the groan in his chest finally escapes, thankful that the music is loud enough to hide it and the lights are dim perfectly to conceal his fully erect cock straining painfully against him
who doesn’t hesitate to jump over the bar to your side when some random guy that couldn’t take no for an answer pushes himself onto you and won’t leave you alone, a large hand wrapping around your center as he pulls you to his side effortlessly while the other pushes the guy back causing him to fall from the strength while he calls over to the pretty blonde bouncer who’s just as big and is quick to work when he notices you, the pretty princess that he greedily allowed himself to search a little longer than needed before letting you inside because he couldn’t resist how captivating you were
kirishima who is quick to make sure you’re okay and insists on getting you a drink on the house to brighten your night again, taking the opportunity to make some small talk and take some shots with you even though he knows he shouldn’t but anything to ensure he sees you again
who is so bummed when the night is coming to an end and you come to close out your tab but shoots his shot by writing his number on your receipt when he hands you back your card and he shoots you on last wink when you say your goodbye’s
who can’t get you out of his head as he finishes his shift and can’t wait to get back home to relieve himself from all the tension in his pants as he unbuckles his belt in the car in the meantime but is sent over the tipping point when his phone lights up on his dash with a text from an unknown number that says “thank you for tonight, can’t wait to see you next time” causing him to spring his cock free right then and there because he feels he might overheat with desire
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bakubunny · 7 months
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act two: sleep tight, angel
kinktober 2023
pairing: kirishima eijiro x f!reader
summary: eijiro comes home from work late one night. he’s had so many thoughts of your pretty, sleeping face lately that he can’t help but get hard at the thought. luckily for him, he finds you fast asleep and decides to take advantage of something you’ve been asking for….
tags: aged up characters; pro!kirishima; spouse!kirishima; f!reader; masturbation; panties; somnophilia; creampie; established relationship; v. soft cnc; explicit/prior consent; pet names: baby, angel
wc: 0.9k
a/n: ok sorry y’all, i decided to swap acts two and four because writing group smut has been more of a challenge than i expected, and i need more time on it. thankfully, i know some of you were particularly excited for this one, so it works out. hope you enjoy. - bunny ♡
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Eijiro stood in your shared bedroom as you quietly snored. His leaky dick was already in hand, wrapped in the panties you’d left at the top of the hamper. He breathed heavily, staring at your peaceful, pretty face while he slowly stroked his cock. A groan almost escaped him wondering what you’d worn to bed, how soft your ass would feel if he-
Ugh. He shouldn’t, truly. He’d told himself that tonight wasn’t going to be the night. No, you needed your sleep after such a challenging week. He almost felt bad, the way the thought of your sleeping form distracted him throughout his patrol shift. Eijiro’s skin got hot knowing how warm and heavy limbed and pliant you’d be underneath him. He thought of how easy it would be to gently tease your pussy until he couldn’t take it anymore; he’d gotten quite good at moving slowly enough that you wouldn’t wake as he slid your clothes out of the way and groped your ass and tits night after night. In fact, there were many times when you’d drawn closer to his warm touch, snuggled into his embrace, which made it even easier once your body settled again.
Maybe I’ll just pull back the covers a little… he thought. The blankets lifted slowly and the sight of you made him throb. Did you know what he’d been thinking of all night? You were curled up on your side in one of his old t-shirts and his favorite pair of panties, the ones that had just enough lace detailing and hugged your ass perfectly. Instinctively, he reached over and took your ass in his hand, letting out a heavy breath as he did. The thought of your soft, sleepy whimpers filling his ear as he hushed you back to sleep almost made him bust right there.
That was it. He had to have you.
And besides, it’s not like what he was doing was wrong, anyway. You’d asked for it several times, and you were sleeping hard. So it was fine, right? Totally okay to fuck you and fill you? Let you wake up full of cum and question what he’d done the night before? You were his wife, after all. The most loving thing to do would be to give you what you’ve wanted, wouldn’t it?…
Eijiro carefully slid his hand down to the gusset of your panties. He cursed under his breath. You were soaked, even in your sleep. Just having the drenched fabric under his fingertips made him ache. A finger carefully, slowly slipped underneath. He gently teased your lips before pushing a little and sliding right in. He swallowed hard.
Did she fucking cum in these before she went to bed?? She must have… he thought as he pumped in and out. Eijiro wondered what you might have thought about with your hand between your legs. Were you thinking of him inside you? How hard he made your legs shake the day before? Or maybe about him finding you wet and unable to help himself?…
The slightest noise left your throat and he stopped, waiting for you to settle once more. When soft snores filled the room, he pulled his hand out and got in bed behind you, discarding the pre covered panties he’d kept in his hand. Eijiro laid his body flush behind yours, cuddling the way he often does to fall asleep.
It took time and many slow, paused movements, but soon enough, his hand was under your panties once more, pulling them aside. He rubbed his thick cock along your folds and ever so gently pushed the head into your tight, wet heat; his breath shuddered as he bit his cheek, swallowing a groan. Dizziness curled around his head as he wondered how tired you must be to give no more than a small whimper before drifting off. His hand lovingly held your hips steady as he pushed in further, so achingly slow, until his hips were flush with yours.
You stirred with a small whine when he bottomed out. “Eiji? ‘S that you?” Fear laced your voice, but he was quick to hush you with reassurance.
“Shh, shh. It’s me, baby. You’re okay,” Eijiro said softly. “Snuggle up close.”
Your body pushed further into his. The shift made him swallow hard. He slid his hand under your shirt as you did, cupping your bare breast.
At this point, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep himself from grinding into you as you unintentionally squeezed down. But he did. He waited until you fell asleep.
Eijiro’s breath was shaky and heavy as he gently pushed into you again, this time with slow, deep thrusts and fuck did he need you so bad. You were soft and warm in his arms, so peaceful, and it was almost too much for him to take. His eyes rolled as he held back a heavy groan, licking his lips before his teeth dug into the soft flesh to keep himself quiet. His body grew tense as his orgasm neared, getting lost in how your pussy felt. He thought again about how you’d wake up in the morning, still in his arms, sore and sticky and full of him and -
Hot cum spilled into your cunt as he came, a few thrusts more before he was emptied inside you. Eijiro laid and waited until his dick went soft to pull out covering you back up with those pretty panties he loves so much.
He planted a kiss on the back of your head. “Sleep tight, angel.”
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wasabi-gumdrop · 1 month
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working on some character designs for neon glory 🤭
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beybuniki · 8 days
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deku is literally what you'd call cringe but also his character only irritates those who have so many things to unpack about themselves first ugh i love deku's dynamics they're all so funnnn
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approvedtrash · 8 months
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whose kitchen is it?
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You had really gotten yourself into this honestly. You know better than to mouth off to Katsuki right after he gets off patrols. Especially when it comes to who owns the kitchen. Obviously, it was his.
"Wanna say that again? Whose kitchen is this?" He growled in your ear. His hips pressed right up against your ass.
"Y-yours.. Katsu.." you whined out. Grinding back against him while your back arched on the counter.
"That's fucking right, and what do you do in my kitchen?" He asked. His hand now yanking your shorts down so his fingers could get to their prize.
"Serve you and Eiji," you're panting out as his fingers find their way to your most sensitive spot.
"Right again Angel, and you know what's on the menu tonight?" He cooed in your ear?
"I'm making -"
You were cut off by the feeling of Katsuki ramming into you from behind. He groaned at the feeling of how warm you were wrapped around him.
"You are. Isn't that right Red?" He asked, now looking at the doorway to see Eijirou had walked in and watched the show unfolding before him.
"She looks delicious, and I can't wait to have a taste," he said as he walked in. Giving Katsuki a kiss on the neck you were still cockwarming him waiting to see where this was going.
"Hi sweets, I see you tried to be tough and claim the kitchen for your own? While you do look wonderful cooking for us, I think Katsuki still runs this," Eijirou said while grabbing a fistful of your hair.
"We-welcome home Eiji - ah!" You said feeling Katsuki slowly moving his hips back and forth.
"Can I sample this wonderful meal baby? Please?" He asked while kneeling down to see where you and Katsuki were connected.
The feeling of both of their attention on you was almost overwhelming. Katsuki had you full and sensitive already while Eijirou's light touches were sending shivers all over your body.
"Yeah Angel, can you ride Eiji's face while I fuck you?" He asked.
"Pl-please. Whatever you want," you said.
That was all the confirmation they needed. Eijirou was on the ground leaning up again the cupboards with his tongue already licking over your clit. Katsuki pulled back and slammed into you just enough to have Eijirou holding your thighs still.
"You must have been working really hard on this Sweets, you taste so good," Eijirou's voice was muffled as he licked and sucked on you.
"She's clenching already Red, must be close huh?" He taunted, grabbing onto your hip with one hand while his hand gave your ass a good smack.
"If she comes while you're still inside though I'm gonna need you to move Kats, want to taste my Sweet. A little dessert before the main course," the redhead said.
"Hear that Angel, tell us when you're close so Red here can have his sweet little dessert," he whispered in your ear.
You weren't even speaking in sentences. The whines and gasping from the amount of pleasure you were receiving were making your ears ring.
"Mm- close, I'm close.." you ended up being able to get out.
Katsuki pulled out but lifted your shirt a bit while Eijirou pulled you closer to his face to fill you with his tongue. His grip sent you over as you came all over his open mouth much to his satisfaction. You felt Katsuki cumming all over your ass and back as he saw how euphoric the scene in front of him was.
Your legs were shaking at this point and you were holding onto the counter for any stability. Eijirou made sure you didn't leave a mess at all and while Katsuki recovered your red-haired knight swept you away to the bathroom. Drawing a bath and cleaning you up a bit to soak while they finished dinner.
"You two are something else with your attitudes," Kiri said as he walked back into the kitchen to get you some water.
"She started it, just had to make sure she knew this was still mine," Bakugo grumbled out.
Laughing at his comment Kirishima filled up a glass of water and grabbed a granola bar. He went to walk out when he heard a grunt at the stove.
"You two looked so fucking good earlier, but I know you're not done for the night," Katsuki said.
Kirishima smiled and turned with a smile, "Well, maybe you could put your mouth to work later while I remind her who owns the bedroom."
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willowser · 12 days
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ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs. werewolf kiri au.
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you wake up under a mountain of furs.
light comes flickering from the hearth and, warm and welcoming as it is—you've no idea where you are.
you don't recognize the inside of the cabin; it's certainly not yours, nor is its layout that of any you’ve seen in the village. it's rather plain, with a singular window and table and chair and small fireplace, empty enough that you wonder how anyone could live comfortably with so little.
outside, the winter storm rages on, and there's a howl that cuts through the air that strikes bone-deep.
all at once your memories come back to you: dragged through town with bound hands and ankles, in only a thin night dress, screaming with all your might as the physician that delivered you into this world tied you to an old pine, along with the priest and the man that sold you blueberries in the spring.
people you knew and loved. had trusted.
the memories become hazy after a while, darkening with the night that crept in. you remember your body losing its feeling, but not its fear. you remember the violence of the storm, breaking trees and branches and uprooting the forest floor. you remember the horrible and hulking shape of something rising in the moonlight.
the door shoves open then, with enough force to send you scurrying back into the corner of the room. the blizzard tries to rush inside, but a man stands in its way, leaning back against the wood to keep the wind and snow out where it belongs. he's—big, as tall as the frame and just as wide, with thick hair that he's tied back, messy and low.
he's rosy in his cheeks and on the tip of his nose, as bright as the eyes that snap to you the moment you dare to breathe.
he doesn't say anything, at first. the bag of firewood he sets at his feet settles as he turns to you in interest, eyebrows raised. the clothes he's wearing look—old and worn, certainly not suitable for the storm roaring outside, with the holes and tears in the fabric. the boots he has on, however, seem heavy, have his steps echoing when he moves further into the room.
you pull your knees up to your chest and try to shrink away; beneath your thin dress, your skin has pebbled up, reminding you of just how vulnerable you still are.
your fear translates; the man stops on the other side of the little table, breathing in deeply before raising his hands up in what reads as surrender.
"hello," he finally says, and when you don't respond, he places a thick hand to his dark-haired chest and introduces himself as, "eijirou."
he nods emphatically and then repeats himself, as if to reinforce the name. you only grant him a small nod in return—and he smiles. it's wide, stretching across his face, and friendly, authentic enough that you question whether you're as damned as you thought, or perhaps saved.
how did you even get here? the question finally thaws out from the recesses of your brain and you take another look around the room as if the answer lies between the wood or nestled into the furs. this place looks too hand-crafted, you realize, all of it—and the man before you looks like he could move mountains, if he wanted to.
the chains that had bound you were iron-strong and didn't once budge in all your thrashing, before things went dark—but now you are inside by a well-maintained fire, warm and free, and all that remains of your ill fate are the indentions worn into your wrists.
he's still staring at you, the man. eijirou. he's not moved any closer, either, and when you meet his curious gaze, his lips twist and his eyes narrow. a thoughtful noise comes out of his mouth, like he's thinking of what to say or how to say it, and you're reminded that you don't recognize where you are, nor do you recognize him in the slightest.
big as he is, you don't think he could have carried you too far in a snowstorm such as the one still raging outside; are you still somewhere deep in the forest? in a cabin at the heart of the wood? saved by a man that somehow survives with so little out in the middle of nowhere?
"eijirou," you test the name on your lips and he perks up at the sound, attention snapping back to you instantly. you don't know if it's winter seeping through the floor, or if it's in the way that he watches you, that makes you shiver.
finally, he asks, "cold?" and when you nod, he slowly makes his way over to you, carefully, as if approaching a deer ready to run.
—and then he sheds his shirt with a quick shrug and holds it out to you.
you should want to look away, for decency sake, but you're—stunned by it, by him. there's a litany of scars that paint him in odd and worrisome places, but he stands tall and strong before you, unbothered by his own state. unbothered by the eyes that run over the expanse of his bare shoulders, the dark, thick trail of hair running down from his belly button, the ripples of muscle his loose shirt did well to hide.
you take it from him carefully and it's so warm, almost hot, that you press it to your face immediately to chase away the chatter of your jaw. the material itself, however ragged, is big enough to drape over your curled form like a blanket, and so you do just that. it carries the earthy smell of the woods, deeply woven into the fabric; pine and musk and something smoky.
with your cheek still pressed to his shirt, you look up to thank him, at last, but the words still in your throat at the minute changes of his face: still smiling, though sharper now, somehow, and his eyes are still wide with that keen, rapt interest—but the crimson to them has set like the sun and they've grown just as dark as the night outside.
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honehonn3honey · 2 years
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kaidabakugou · 1 year
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attending an event where the concept is that you have to switch hero costumes with someone and you get paired with red riot
everyone is expecting you to wear a black tank top to cover up your chest but you absolutely break the internet when you show up with your front exposed and red riot gears pasties with ruby rhinestones just barely covering your nipples
which has red riot a sweaty mess inside the costume that was made to match your hero suit, all of a sudden feeling too tight around his big, muscular body every time he’s around you throughout the event because you’ve been his hero crush for as long as he can remember and the sight of you looking so sexy in his hero suit has him fighting back a boner all night
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A lot of y'all are WAY too comfortable and too often associating underaged characters with sex.I actually don't care that teens irl fuck and often have dirty senses of humor,i know they do because i have two teen siblings and a bunch of friends who're also teenagers who i'm close enough to that i see them as my siblings too and i've politely told them i don't want them to make dirty jokes to me because it makes me uncomfortable as an adult and obviously i didn't need to tell them to not talk about the shit of that nature irl.I support Sex Ed being taught in schools so kids don't slutshame themselves or others or think something's wrong with them or get taken advantage of but i really don't think they're gonna get that from 11k pwp smut of characters who're canonically in high school or nsfw memes about popular young love ships and ESPECIALLY not oversexualized redesigns of characters their age.Can you be normal about minors?Can you be fucking normal about minors,especially ones involving pg media either as in-universe aspects or the irl fans expressing discomfort over it as you invade their safe spaces?CAN YOU!!!!!!!!AWNSER THE QUESTION
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theloveinc · 1 year
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I also like the idea of Bakugo having a lil crush on Kirishima’s secretary. He’s somewhat formal with his own staff, so seeing how sweet you are to Kiri when you pat his shoulder when you drop off papers, or he to you when coffee is ordered just gets him so… flustered and itchy under the collar. Not knowing how to feel.
Bakugo doesn’t even realize it’s jealousy at first, and especially not when he has an interview planned with Kiri, and you’re there too, being just as kind to him as you are to your own boss.
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libra-kirishima · 11 months
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Oh my goodness I just read your Iida family HC and my heart erupted!!! I'd love to see what you come up with for Kirishima or Bakugou!
I literally got this request two years ago I am so sorry.
But bestie I am so glad you asked because I have so many thoughts. I think about them a lot.
Family Headcanons for Kirishima + Bakugou
! implied fem reader !
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Kirishima Eijirou
Kirishima definitely has at least one older sister. Probably a very close relationship with his mom as well. The women in his life played such a huge role in making him the person that he is today.
Having said that, I can only see Kirishima as a girl dad.
He radiates huge "girl dad" energy. And he's so proud about it too. Having girls is his favorite thing ever.
I can see you and him with three girls, each of them are 2 or 3 years apart, and they all have red eyes and black hair.
Not a single one of your daughters looks like you, I'm sorry. He insists that they all have your smile, though.
He's super involved from the minute you tell him you're pregnant. Taking you to every doctor's appointment, helping you with whatever you need, designing the nursery.
Once he found out he was having a girl, he made you sit down with him every night while he learned how to do your hair. It was so important to him for him to know how to comb and style hair so he could help get them ready for school in the future.
One aspect of fatherhood he's surprisingly hands-off about is picking a name. He wants you to do it and he's completely happy with whatever you pick.
A name is just not that important to him. Whatever you want your girl's names to be will be special to him. Not because he carefully chose a name with a special meaning, but because it's his daughter's name and she is special to him.
Although his disinterest in helping you pick a name definitely started a fight between the two of you when you were pregnant with your first, because it felt like he didn't care enough to help you pick.
He's super involved after the kids are born too.
Strongly encourages them to get into something physical. Ballet, soccer, gymnastics, baseball, volleyball. He doesn't care. He'll let them do anything that they want so long as it gets them moving.
And he goes to every performance and every game. He's in the front row of every school play with a bouquet of roses in his hands. He's your girls' biggest cheerleader.
Your girls would tell him everything too. He's surprisingly good at keeping up with stories of teenage girl drama and gives them his full attention any time there's an update.
I can see Kirishima with a TV Sitcom ass family that other kids in the neighborhood would come to for advice or a safe space to hang out.
Kirishima cries at everything. Cried when he learned you were pregnant. Cried when each one of your daughters was born. He cries at birthdays, at graduations, at holidays, at performances, at major milestones.
Definitely calls his daughters "manly" as a compliment.
It's really important to him that his kids get along with each other and always have each other's backs. Your kids aren't allowed to fight in your house. If they do start fighting he takes them aside and makes them work it out.
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Bakugou Katsuki
When he was a teenager he had a complicated relationship with his parents, specifically with his mom. But as he gets older he starts to understand them more and they get along better.
His parents never really told him they were proud of him or praised him because Mitsuki was worried it would go to his head.
He also felt like his parents were embarrassed by him because of the way he acted. (They were)
When you met him, he insisted that he never wanted kids.
It took him a long time but he eventually changed his mind. He had a lot of growing and changing to do before thinking about starting a family.
A huge part of his hesitation came from the difficult task of contending with his past. He was cruel and abusive as a kid and became so worried about his kid turning out like him at that age. And if they did, he wouldn't know what to do to stop it, just like his parents didn't with him.
A lot of his parenting is modeled after his parents. Not only what they did right, but what he thinks they did wrong as well. He wants to learn from his parents' mistakes and do better than they did.
Bakugou may not be the best dad but he'll always stand by his kid and support them them regardless of the circumstance.
He's never been very articulate or very in-touch with his emotions. He struggles to tell his loved ones that he loves them, your kid included. Because of this, he makes sure to show them that he loves them.
When you tell him you're pregnant, he doesn't really react. He doesn't even stop watching the news to look you in the eye. You're worried that he doesn't care but internally he's so happy. He doesn't say so. Doesn't even smile. His way of reassuring you that he wants this is by asking you what you want the nursery to look like, and getting to work moving all the furniture out of the guest room to turn it into the baby's room as soon as he wakes up the next day.
He doesn't care about the sex of the baby. He just wants it to be happy and healthy.
Very involved in the process of picking a name, though.
He suggests a bunch of names that he thinks sound strong and powerful but are actually really stupid.
I also see Bakugou with a little girl. Just one, though.
He feels bad that he can't be more involved in his kid's life because of his job, so he only wants one child. He thinks he'll do his best as a parent when all of his free time can be devoted to her.
He also spoils her rotten and justifies it because she's his only kid.
Any fear that he has about his kid being mean like he was completely disappears when he holds her in his arms for the first time and sees that she has kind eyes just like yours.
Having a kid forces him to become a lot more level-headed. He refuses to argue with his baby girl like he used to argue with his mom, no matter how much she tries to provoke him. As much as he loves his mom, the constant push and pull between them is not an aspect of her parenting he wants to carry over.
I feel like he's great when your kid is still a kid, but really struggles with the teenage years. No matter how many times you tell him it's normal, he doesn't understand why she doesn't tell him everything anymore or why she thinks she's too cool to spend time with him.
The type of parent to yell at your daughter to get out of her room and go outside.
Your daughter wants to be a hero just like her daddy. I think a lot of the strain that was put in the relationship when she was a teenager is repaired when she becomes an adult and they start working together.
Bakugou is her favorite parent and neither of you understand why.
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