#mha drabble

[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki + makes his gf squirt

☆—fem reader, NSFW, smut, squirting, praising.

☆—a/n; sooooo, yep. i've been thinking about this the whole weekend 🙈stahp,ik i had better things to do but nothing's better than mha smut do we agree? which means i'll post another two drabbles with this theme with izuku and kirishima 😈 enjoy!

“Have you – fuck,” Katsuki moaned low in his throat, thrusting his hips against you, his cock finally deep inside. “Have you ever squirted before?” He finally asked, his lips against yours. His forearms were each next to your head, his hands tangled in your hair. 

You panted a “no”, your nails digging in the skin of his big, muscled back when the delicious stretch that only his cock could produce invaded your body. 

He smiled devilishly and cocky at you. “Should we try it, baby?” You smiled biting your lower lip and nodding. Fuck, you loved this man.

He nipped your chin playfully before backing away on his knees in between your legs, his dick still inside of you. His big hands caressed your legs, from your knees, descending slowly through your thighs until he made it to your hips. His touch felt so soft and caring, producing goosebumps on its way over your skin.

And suddenly, the caress on your hips turned to a firm grip as he pulled you strongly against his, feeling his cock again roughly and deeply inside. 

A loud moan left your mouth, your back arching. “That's it, baby. Scream for me.” 

You didn't comprehend what was happening, his thrusts fiercely making you see stars in your vision thanks to the new pleasure you were feeling. He alternated strong deep thrusts to some more slow and sensual. You dared to, for a second, look at his face. His eyes held only one intention: devour you. You didn't dare to look back at him again, it was too much, too perfect. When after a couple more of those deep thrusts, it hit you fiercely, like his thrusts. Your squirt wetted his chest and he smiled proudly of himself; and for you, he felt a savage desire that was making him crazy.

“Fuck, baby. You're so fucking gorgeous…” He growled, getting his lips closer to yours and kissing you, feeling your walls still gripping him strong. He smirked against your mouth still feeling your body spam, thighs slightly trembling on each side of his hips from underneath him. “Should we try it again?”

He. Fucking. Smirked.

You didn't know if smile encouragingly at him or cry helplessly.

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[gardenofnoah]

“baby?”

he looks more like a cornered dog than a person right now, and yet against all sense, you approach. even like this, touya would never hurt you. it doesn’t even cross your mind—after all, he’s done this for you.

and what he’s done stains his hands and your new dress. he blinks down at both like he can’t quite wrap his mind around the hue of it.

“baby,” you repeat, as softly as you can manage, “look at me.”

he does, after a moment—you watch him come back to you, loyal as he always was. blue eyes find your own, and there’s something about them that is always so unmarred by all of this. touya may do terrible things, but his eyes are those of a child who’s only ever sought out praise.

“did he hurt you?”

it’d been a rare date that he’d decided to take you on, which really was just greasy food shared between you at the dive bar down the street. it mattered little to you—you were just as happy to lean against his shoulder in that torn up booth. the walk home was the problem.

you’d noticed some guy watching you in the bar. that was the thing about dull men—they never noticed touya until it was too late. he was never any bark—only devastating bite. he’d gotten up when you did, and followed you out into the street. he’d reached out to grab you by the jacket you wore—touya’s jacket—and there was no taking back that.

“no,” you murmur, “you’d never let him, touya.”

he nods, stiff. he’s still a little far away—even knowing that you weren’t hurt, it’s the thought of it that will eat at him the rest of the night. you’ve been here before—he’d pull away if you let him.

you don’t. you close the distance between you, tucking yourself under his chin and squeezing around his middle, all but forcing him to let go of the breath he’s been holding on to.

“oi—your dress—“

“don’t care,” you nuzzle into his chest, affectionate and preening. “you kept me safe.”

there’s a rumbling in his chest at that—something animal that keens at the recognition. he is your protector—he’d never let anyone hurt you.

he doesn’t touch you—he doesn’t want to ruin all the effort you took to look so pretty for him—but he lets you hang off his arm the rest of the way home, careful to shield you—from the road, from other people, from anything.

at all costs, touya protects what he loves.

#maybe i’ll just spend this month writing spooky touya drabbles #todoroki touya x reader #dabi x reader #dabi drabble #mha drabble #bnha drabble #todoroki touya drabble #touya it’s the little things #bea writes ♡

[ms0milk]

when you suddenly catch a nasty cold

gn!reader ft. todo, bkg, kiri, and (hearts in my eyes) shinsou

i am so ill and these are so silly, indulge me :,) 600ish words ea.

Todoroki starts to cry when you joke about dying.

He’s bought more flowers than can fit into your little apartment, picked up your prescriptions, tissues, juice, a heating pad, cleaned your kitchen, tucked you in– he paged the goddamned family physician– but watching you shiver under a heavy duvet surrounded by all the things that are supposed to help you get better ignites a fear he didn’t know that he had. They aren’t working. You’re still sick because of course you are, it’s only been a few hours, and still he can’t bring himself to move more than an arm’s length away from you because what if– if he leaves and–

“Shouto?”

“Yes,” his response is immediate when you pull him out of the ether. Always is.

I’m not going anywhere,” you croak, too conscious of how strange your voice sounds, “so you don’t have to stay with me all day.”

“I don’t mind.”

Todoroki is a wonderful boyfriend but when was the last time he went to the bathroom?

“You must be bored.”

He leans over you from his spot at the side of your bed and runs a blessedly too-cold hand across your forehead. Bored? Like he could calm down enough for that. “I can’t relax when you’re like this.”

You’d roll your eyes if they ached less, at your beautiful boyfriend and his cluelessly shoujo declarations of love framed by no fewer than two whole flower shops worth of camellias. He turns his hand over to palm your cheeks and wipe the water from your puffy eyes.

“Would you like me to leave?”

You shake your head, smiling under the weight of five thousand pounds of blankets and the heavy dip from his butt at the edge of your mattress. You’re inclined to reach a hand out to grab it, but you don’t have the energy to raise your head let alone fondle your boyfriend.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with in my final hours,” you rasp, joking, obviously joking.

This cold is something evil, chills, aches, snot– the works. But you couldn’t ask for a better nurse. A gentle, thoughtful, sexy, temperature controlled man, a man you would raze the city for, whose hand fits so perfectly in yours and who– whose trembling? You blink back up.

Todoroki’s features don’t shift or soften, his lip doesn’t quiver, but a tear does slip down his cheeks from those pool cool eyes– one after the next until his jaw is lined with them all patiently waiting to fall from his chin.

“Why, why why?” You panic and try to sit up but he comes to you. Todoroki cups your hand tightly in a hot and cold grip and bows over his own lap to rest his head in yours.

“You’re not going to die.”

“What?”

“I promise.”

“Sho, what– no of course I’m not. What’s wrong, baby?”

Your voice is so weak that he has no other choice than to sit back up and reach for the cold compress. He wipes his eyes with renewed determination when he turns back around, “I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you, Sho. ’m not going anywhere, promise.”

And when the Todoroki family doctor lets himself in, he does consider coming back another time at the sight of you, finally comfortable under a mountain of fabric, and your love curled around you asleep on top of the blankets.

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It’s not until you genuinely collapse that Bakugou realizes something is wrong. He didn’t even hit you that hard.

“You’re wide open today!” The restless pro looms across the arena, grinning. You both come to the agency’s underground ring on Saturdays to train and he’s blasted you clear across the room like he’s actually working for a paycheck.

There wasn’t any amount of money you would have accepted to get out of bed this morning but Bakugou, a less than casual hookup from work, accidentally spent the night and the surprisingly sleep soft rumble of his voice and the gentle kneed of palms as he pulled you back against his body under dawn light– was, persuasive.

The sooner I go in, the sooner I can go home and nurse this headache.

Headache. Naive self-convincing circles your head as you pull yourself to your feet like spinning stars from a goddamned cartoon. This is not a headache. Standing was fine a second ago, and the floor was fine a second ago, but the move from floor to feet fills your sinuses with sudden pressure and immediately the arena starts to swirl.

“C’mon twinkle toes, you’re– Y/n– shit–”

You’re not interested in where that sentence ends today and blessedly you don’t have to hear it because your ears have filled with cotton and you’re sinking back down to your knees. You’ve been congested like this before– it’ll pass in a minute or two, you know how it goes and you’re only embarrassed by the fact you were down so bad for your teammate this morning that you didn’t realize how your body had started to feel.

The vertigo eases somewhat when you rest your head on the ground, but Bakugou has cleared the empty room and already has his domineering hands all over you.

“Y/n? Y/n– do not close your eyes.”

“‘m not concussed, Kats.” But you know the explosive hero’s first fear isn’t exactly a head trauma. “You didn’t hurt me,” you add.

“That doesn’t narrow it down shitforbrains, if I didn’t hurt you then what’s wrong?” His aggressive tone doesn’t match his anxious hold though, and you melt a little when he kneels and pulls you into his lap.

Bakugou definitely doesn’t like the way your head seems too heavy for your neck and tilts himself back just enough for you to lean it against his chest. You look so fucking uncomfortable, scowling, eyes pinched closed. “What hurts?” He rasps as he moves to feel your temperature but his palms are sweating hard from a few quirk ignitions so he stalls, and lowers his forehead to yours instead. You’re soft where he touches you, warm in his hands.

You just need to sit, you don't need the #2 hero to cradle you in his arms like a fallen comrade on the battlefield. Although you don't complain. Your eyes squeeze shut harder as a tiny wave rocks you in the dark and then suddenly one ear releases. “I think I’m getting sick,” you breathe. Carmel in and relief out. “It’s my head–”

“Head hurts?”

“I’m just stuffed up, I– ” the other ear releases, “– just dizzy.”

Bakugou sits on his heels, perched. Should he pick you up? Who just gets dizzy, are you a fucking Victorian child? It’s terrifying to watch– you, his teammate, a capable hero, suddenly unable to stand.

But as the pressure behind your eyes levels out you can lift your head without discomfort. You can bring your arms up around Bakugou’s shoulders and settle your fingers in his hair. Bring him back down from where he’s tried to pull away.

Your foreheads bump again, “I’m okay.”

He growls, “I don’t believe you.”

So the hero takes you home. He makes sure you’re horizontal and goddamned tucked in before he slips from your front door and scares the shit out of you an hour later with a vice grip on some grocery bags and your apartment keys slipped around his middle finger. It’s almost romantic, the way he snaps at you to hold still while he dabs antiseptic on your scratches from sparring, or glares venom from behind the stove when you hobble to the kitchen to see what smells so good.

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When Kirishima lets himself in and you’re asleep on the kitchen floor, worry overrides his confusion.

You won’t pick up his calls, but he’s never missed a movie night and he’s not about to start today! He throws your front door open with his copy of your apartment key still in it and kicks off his gym crocs as loudly as he can manage so you can hear him come in. The last thing he wants is to startle you.

But you’re the one who nearly kills him when he slips through the genkan, arms full of snacks and catches sight of your slippered foot stretched out on the ground behind the corner of the kitchen wall.

He’s on his hands and knees faster than he can even take a full step, dropping glass soda bottles and soft melon bread alike from his arms, as he scrambles to where you must be lying lifeless on the other side of the entrance.

“Y/n–! Ah, huh.”

And you are, in a way, lifeless on the ground, but you’re breathing. And smiling? Curled up on the white tiles in front of the sink cabinet.

“Y/n?” Kirishima doesn’t wait to ponder, instead placing a hand on the side of your head to begin the checks for a vertebral injury. But you coo, something completely unintelligible, and you’re much too warm. You tilt your face into his palm and every inch of you is hotter than the next.

“Y/n? C’mon on back to me Y/n, you gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

Maybe it’s the chill of the floor or the addition of his other hand cupping your cheek, but your lashes heft apart just enough to register who it is trying to resuscitate you in the kitchen.

“Ei?”

Kirishima, always handy in a fire, has every hospital route an EMT could ever need memorized from all his volunteer work with the fire department and mentally scrolls through every single one as you try to form a sentence.

“you shouldn’t be here, Eiji, m’sick.”

“What?”

“flu,” you murmur and pull your hands to your side to try and rise. Kirishima doesn’t register anything not directly related to whether or not you’re suffering from blunt force trauma– except for the fact he could recall the exact date and time your dream drowsy smile falls and perks back up again now for the next fifty years unprompted.

“–tried to text you,” you manage as the redhead helps you sit up. The sentence comes out in gasps instead of coughs as you try to spare the air of any extra germs, “I can’t watch the movie tonight."

He laughs with pent up anxiety and simultaneous relief– he’s taken that charming fireman’s knee at your side and you wish in your flu-addled state that you’d stayed unconscious long enough for him to hoist you into his arms. Instead Kirishima places both of his big soft hands back around your face to brush away the dust and crumbs.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“‘got hungry,” you admit openly because you know it’ll make him smile, and with his face this close to yours you’ll be able to watch the skin around his eyes crinkle up too. “Then tired. I just needed to sit for a bit.”

His eyes do crinkle up. And his teeth bit at his lip like he’s trying not to be amused.

“Y/n, you are very sick. And very sweaty.” And the sweetheart, the biggest crush you’ve ever had, your closest friend, the man you dreamed of on the kitchen floor, asks if he can carry you to the bath.

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Why are you breathing so hard? Shinsou is the only pro in the office that you can’t hide a goddamned thing from. Maybe it’s because he works primarily in the underground– observant, sneaky– that it’s obvious, they way you wobble on your feet when your eyes are closed too long, or the sudden effort it takes you just to climb the stairs.

Is he supposed to be able to focus on paperwork with you trying to catch your breath in a hallway when you think no one’s around? None of your sidekicks are brave enough to ask why you wore a mask to work today, but it’s summer and the air pollution gets bad enough that some of them have to too. Are they really all that stupid? Has he done the worst hiring job of any pro in the city?

“Shinsou,” you murmur across the now-empty end of day office and he whips around because god knows how many times you’ve tried to get his attention while he’s been off in space.

“Yeah boss?”

Your voice is rough with sick when you reply and it would be so fucking sexy if it didn’t remind him to be so anxious about your wellbeing. “I’ve told you not to call me that, you haven’t been my sidekick for years,” and then you’re smiling even as you hold back a cough, “makes me feel old.”

“You are older than me.”

“By a year!” You sputter and then your lungs take over, heaving and hacking so hard you have to double over your desk to steady your forehead against something. Shinsou’s on his feet immediately, navigating the office in sweats and his capture gear to get to you.

What happened? This morning it was just a tickle at the top of your throat but the aches sank from your head, down your spine, and flooded through your body just as quickly as the sun’s shadow crawls across a stone. Which is to say, all day long and all too slowly to realize you probably should have called in sick.

“Here.” A cool hand materializes on the back of your neck and you roll your head to the side to check what exactly has arrived for you. With his free hand Shinsou presses a paper water cup forward, which you’d love to take if you had the energy to pull your mask down.

“went to school together n’ everything,” you breathe.

“Boss, you should go home for the night, I’ll– I can finish this paperwork.”

By now the dark-eyed hero has sunk slowly into a crouch beside your chair and keeps a careful hand on your back to ensure you don’t slip to the floor sideways one way or the other. Thank god he sent the rookies home because stupid or otherwise, you'd have to be braindead not to notice this adoration that he can’t seem to get a handle on.

“Shinsou,” you murmur again, just as sexily as last time and he feels just as much if not more shame at how lovely it is to hear you call to him sweet and low, “I can’t get up.”

“What?”

That’s it though. There’s no trick or test. Shinsou has a fucked up sleep schedule from all his overnight patrols so he always stays in the office late, but you? You’ve been trying to rally for the last two hours and now you’ve used all your energy teasing a man whose eyes go bright every time you say his name. It serves you right, collapsing at your desk after using the last of your strength to squeeze as many Shinsous as you could into an evening.

“call me a taxi?”

He rises to his feet, “Will you even be able to get up your front steps?”

“sure hope so.”

“Do you feel nauseous?” He’s shuffling around the room now, plucking keys from hooks, and you watch him sideways with your head still resting in the day’s paperwork. “You gonna aspirate if I let you go home alone?”

“if god’s feeling extra silly”

He scoffs to hide the smile. Shinsou returns to your side to lay his faded denim jacket over your shoulders and then crouches again at eye level.

“Y/n,” he urges, and rests a hand to the back of your head to get your attention, “If I carry you downstairs, will you be able to hold onto me?”

Downstairs is a bluff. With you snug and mostly unconscious between his jacket and his back, Shinsou carries you home. Face full of your clothes, hair, quirk, whatever’s getting in his eyes, under the stars, and down back streets to avoid any publicity, the hero tries to walk gently enough that you don’t whimper from the impact of his steps.

“Thank you...Toshi,” you whisper just when he thinks you’ve finally fallen asleep and the big bad underground pro almost stumbles hard enough to fly.

#i think i probably need firefighter kirishima inside of me #shinsou wanting to fuck his pretty boss now has a gravitational pull that teeters on allconsuming #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha drabble #mha drabble #does anyone spell it #shinso x reader #? #that feels psychotic

[mypimpademia]

— “Yes ma’am”

Bakugo x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Katsuki doesn’t listen to anyone but you.

TW: Swearing, bakugo is a prick but what’s new, bakugo is taller than the reader

Katsuki Bakugo is a loudmouth, arrogant, asshole that doesn’t listen to anyone. You can’t ask him anything, or tell him anything. And if you do, you must not value your dignity or your life.

“Bakugo, I thought I told you to-” The tone was stern, far too stern and commanding for Katsukis liking.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” Katsuki spat.

There was nothing but silence between the two, one snarling and the other sitting in shock. The situation itself wasn’t exactly shocking, it was nothing new, but the blonds relentlessly horrible attitude never failed to take people aback. No one knew what it was that constantly made him so snappy, and they were far too busy walking on eggshells around him to be worried about it.

Despite all this, Katsuki never seemed to have that sort of attitude towards you. Some people would even say that he’s a completely different person when it comes to you.

He’s quiet, modest, sweet, and compliant. You can ask him, or tell him, anything and he’ll respond with no issue. He won’t have an off tone or an attitude, just a normal response. And sometimes, he’ll even do so enthusiastically. It’s an odd sight to see, but it’s nothing to the two of you.

“Katsuki,” you called out, receiving a light hum from the blond sitting across from you on the couch. “Hand me that.”

You nodded to the remote that was just a few feet from you, close enough that you could lean over without leaving your seat to get it. Everyone exchanged sorry glances with one another, pitying you for what was to come. But nothing came.

Katsuki reached over to grab the remote, which was farther from him that you, with a grunt. You gave him a casual thank you when he handed it over, getting another hum in response. Once again, an odd sight.

Was he scared of you? Did he like you more than he did the others? Did he like you? Did you put a spell on him?

What ever it was, you had him wrapped around your fingers right, and he didn’t seem to mind.

“Katsu, come here,” you beckoned, and he was by your side in an instant. “Get that for me.”

You didn’t say please, but you said it politely. Maybe that was the key? But no matter how sweet others were, they’d always have to brace for inevitable impact. Maybe it was just you.

You were pointing up to a cup on the shelf, you were tall enough for your fingertips to graze the smooth glass, but not enough to grab it. Without a second thought, Katsuki reached up, bringing the cup down with ease, the hem of his shirt crawling up with him.

“Yes ma’am.”

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[nezuscribe]

so...bakugo has a problem with spoiling you. and at first, bakugo thinks that sort of thing is outrageous. he’s not a fan of pda, gifts, or anniversaries. that could probably be partial because he never had a good enough girlfriend that lasted long enough to celebrate these things with, so he just never saw the need for them.

all of his friends would gush about how much they looked forward to the cards from their significant other, the flowers, and the shower of compliments, but he didn’t seem to affect by it that much.

and, sure, maybe sometimes he wanted to spend it with somebody. sometimes he longed to hold somebody’s hand when he was working late into the early hours of the morning, a comfort he had longed for ever since he outgrew the childish need for touch. but, he was a busy man. he couldn’t outwardly look for something like that until it fell right into his lap.

yeah, well, that was until you.

and when you literally bumped into him on an early morning jog, looking off somewhere else to notice the 6’5 foot brute coming your way. he wasn’t sure how he managed to work his way through the awkward small talk, especially when you were such a cheerful person (at five in the morning, no less), and he had a date with you the following night. it turned into frequent meetings at each other's apartments, you spending some nights at his office, sprawled over the couch in the corner as you ranted about the annoying women at your work who kept piling shifts on you. and, much to katsuki's chagrin, he fell for you. in the way he promised himself he’d never fall for anybody. but it's fine, he'll be there to catch himself until it gets too much.

until he couldn't and you became his only lifeline. falling didn't seem to be so bad if somebody was gonna be there to catch him - undeniably cheesy, he's well aware - and he finally understood why kiri was raging on and on about his girlfriend. finally.

"for you," he said one night, a black velvet sitting on his palm, open-faced as he looked up at you eagerly, a tad bit of worry in his eyes as he was terrified you weren't going to like it.

and he was suddenly becoming a little nauseous because you weren't saying anything and although the pearl necklace was really light it was sinking into his hand.

"um, babe...." you pause, your fingers dancing over the chain of the necklace as you worriedly look up into his red eyes, "am i forgetting something?"

and he shook his head, taking the initiative as he moves behind you, taking the pieces of delicate jewelry out from its box as he gets to work with his fingers, surprisingly nimble as he latches the lock together, his hands shaking a bit as he tries to catch a glimpse of your view in mirror adjacent to the two of you.

"nah," he presses a hot kiss to the place where your neck meets your collarbone, snuggling deep into it, almost feeling feral at the smell of your perfume as his arms pull you closer to his chest, "just a little somethin' i thought ya'd like."

so after that, he's dead set on gifts, after all, he's just got so much money and nothing to spend it on, so you've become the prime focus of his bank account.

and every time you tell him you don't want gifts, that you try to push them off, he doesn't listen, saying that it's the least he could do since he can't actually give you the world (no matter how much he wants to). he knows you're not materialistic, far from it, but he doubts there's somebody in the world that actively hates receiving gifts.

if your eyes linger on a channel coat or burberry perfume he's quick to put it in the cart. he'll observe you, see what things you secretly try to fawn over, and makes sure to surprise it with it the next time you come to his office. pulling it out of his desk drawer, wrapped in a bow as he winks with his signature, "for you."

because the thing is, bakugo doesn't really know how to show his love. he's not good with his words or emotions because he's still working on those, but even if your scowl is lined with an all-grateful smile whenever he gifts you something, he knows he must be doing something right.

just give him some time, and he'll figure everything else out. he just needs to learn how you show affection, and learn other ways of expressing it (minus the gifts, he's not giving that up).

so, for now, take those prada boots without complaint. 'cause there's a pair of versace pumps waiting for you next to your nightstand. all wrapped and pretty, just for you, from your loving 'ki.

#bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugo drabble #bakugou drabble #bakugo x you #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugou #mha drabble

[thepaperpanda]

Take things slow || Shigaraki Tomura x fem!Reader

Summary: being in particularly good mood, Shigaraki chose to take it slow with you

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), creampie, spit kink, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, mentions of knife play, mentions of blood, squirting, choking

Word count: 700

Author: Bear 

A/N: this marks my debut in the Kinktober '23 Collab event, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it! Today's prompt is: Creampie.

Masterlist

"You look so cute milking my fucking cock like that's the only thing you know how to do, huh, whore?" His voice, despite the degradation in his words, carried a softness that sent shivers through your body. 

Your pussy clenched around his cock, responding eagerly to his words.

Tonight was unusual, a departure from Shigaraki's usual roughness. Shigaraki's unusually good mood that day led to him being more willing to handle things with a touch of gentleness when it came to you. He had chosen to go slow with you, savoring every inch of your beautiful, sexy body. He wanted to watch you squirm with every touch, every deep thrust of his cock in your tightness.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, sweat glistened on your forehead and temples, making you look even more enticing. You wanted to respond, but you couldn't. 

His hand gripped your throat tightly. His thrusts were unhurried but profound. The wet, rhythmic sounds of your tight pussy being filled with his length echoed in the room. It was a mixture of slight pain and intense pleasure, an intoxicating sensation that had you addicted. For these reasons and a thousand more, leaving him was simply impossible.

"I could do some art with a knife, writing my initials on your beautiful thighs," he whispered against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine; he then nipped at your earlobe. "So exciting, I could lick them clean of your blood." His voice dripped with desire as he continued his sensual exploration. "Cum for me again, whore."

"I-I don't think I can, master," your voice quivered, and you could hardly believe the number of times you had reached the peak of pleasure already; you were always surprised by the stamina that Tomura had in bed.

"I damn well know you can, slut," he encouraged you, his hand still firmly gripping your throat. Shigaraki took advantage of your open mouth, collecting some of his saliva and, with an audacious sound, spat it into your waiting mouth. The droplet landed at the tip of your tongue, and without hesitation, you swallowed it down. Shigaraki's chest swelled with pride, and as a reward, he spat again, this time right onto your already slick clit. He couldn't conceal the smirk that spread across his face when he saw the droplet sliding down your folds, reaching the point where your bodies were connected. "I know you can, because you're your master's good pet."

By then, his thrusts had become delightfully sloppy, and with each one, he released a mix of compliments and degrading words into your ear. A knot was forming deep within you, signaling the approach of a new orgasm. Your moans revealed your desire, as did the way you clung to his throbbing dick, unwilling to let go. 

"Come on, doll. Make your master proud," Shigaraki snarled, and a few more intense thrusts were all it took to push you over the edge. This time, though, it was different. Your essence surged from your core, splashing between your thighs and wetting Shigaraki's abdomen and the bed. You could see, even with your eyes half closed, a wry grin on his face.

Shigaraki relentlessly pistoned into your eager pussy, his determination clear as he aimed to reach his own climax. In just a matter of minutes, he gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place as he released deep inside you. Afterward, he withdrew to savor the sight of the copious amount of semen mingling with your own fluids, all dripping from your entrance. You groaned when you felt two fingers enter your pussy. Tomura just wanted everything to stay inside and not waste any of his cum. A single thought that in a few months he might see you round with his child and your breasts full of milk for the baby made him want to fill you full of his cum until you can't take it anymore. "Goddamn. You’re my good slut," he whispered on your lips, giving you a soft kiss. 

Exhausted, you closed your eyes, every slight touch sending shivers down your spine as your body was still overstimulated. "Only for you, my master," you whispered, your lips barely parting.

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[thehusbandoden]

His Everything -Soft!Aizawa x Pregnant!Reader

Mwahahaha~ I'm writing again TuT (yes yes I am quite dramatic.) Once again not knowing what the freak to do with the title :')

Fluff, fluff, and fluff. | 503 words | Second person | Fyi- if you ever see a change in my writing or writing/formatting style it's bc I am still trying to find my style, so it can change a lot.

Blinking open your eyes, you frowned at the darkness surrounding you, instinctively glancing at the clock. It was 2:23.. am. Grumbling, you reached over to cuddle into your husband; Shota, only to frown deeper as you felt his side of the bed not only empty, but cold.

Wrapping your comforter around you, you waddled out of your shared bedroom, hand resting on your buldging belly. Walking towards your livingroom, you sighed as you regognized the dim light of your livingroom lamp. Shota was working late. Again.

"Shota~ how many times do I have to tell you to give yourself a break and sleep?" You pout, crawling onto the loveseat next to your husband of three years.

"I'm almost done Kitty." Shota murmurred, eyes glued to the several papers he was working on.

"What is it this time?" You yawn, crawling into Shota's lap, wary of your precious bump.

"Nothing nothing- I'm just looking over safety precautions that they're putting in place to help protect the students, and they're papers for internships. Oh and grading some school work. I'll be done in about an hour or so."

"Okay.. so why do you have to do that now?"

"Because between teaching, training, extra training, and caring for you and our baby- I don't have time in the day, Love."

"Okay.. how can I help?" You ask, smiling up at your beloved Shota.

"Kitten, you don't have to. You're eight months pregnant, you need your rest, just get back to bed." Shota smiled, leaning down to peck your lips before going back to his work.

"But I'm not even tired! Please~."

"I don't know.."

"The sooner you get done and cuddle me~ the better sleep I get~!" You grin, causing Shota to smile down at you.

"Fine." Shota sighed, a soft smile on his lips.

You just giggled before turning around, facing the coffee table, excited to finally be able to help Shota, just how he's helped you since your first day middle school.

~The next day~

Humming, you smiled as Shota held you against his chest, whispering words of affection and encouragment.

"I love you Kitty." He smiled, kissing the shell of your ear softly.

"And we love you too." You smile, causing him to chuckle and rub your belly lovingly.

"You know.. I hope that he's like you." Shota whispered, kissing your forehead.

"Well I hope he's like you."

"I said it first, Kitty~." Shota teased, moving to leave kisses to your belly.

"Yeah- well-"

Shota silenced you with a kiss to your lips, completely grabbing your attention.

"Shhh it's okay, Love. Just go back to sleep, I'll be back some time this evening."

"Okay." You pout, leaving another few pecks onto Shota's smiling lips.

Shota just chuckled before kissing your belly and lips once more. "See you tonight my love. I love you."

"Love ya too." You smile, gaze soft as Shota made his way out of your bedroom, mind already moving onto work as he regretfully left his everything safely tucked away.

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[treasuringizu]

-don’t want to be away

⇝ izuku midoriya x reader | fluff fluff fluff

⇝ word count: 1k

⇝ a/n: wtf this is way longer than i meant it to be i just wanted a small blurb to get out my thoughts of izuku😭

⇝ synopsis: izuku is very very clingy when he's tired

you’re on the couch reading the new book you just bought when izuku comes home. the tv is on in the background, channel flipped to some random cartoon that you vaguely recognize from when you were a kid. you had just turned to a new page when you hear the distant sound of keys jingling, and then the front door opens.

you check the time, noticing it’s a little later than usual, and then your eyes move to watch him trudge through the door. when his eyes meet yours, he gives you a tired smile that isn’t quite as radiant as his others but just as sweet, and he toes off his shoes.

you fold the top right corner of the page you’re on in your book. “long day?”

he sighs, unzipping his costume and beginning to strip as he pads along to you. “somewhat.”

your heart squeezes for him. izuku — deku — who gives and gives and rarely takes. you know your eyes are sad. “aw, baby.” pushing your book to the side, you open your arms wide for him. “come here.”

izuku complies without hesitation, down to just his boxers, costume laying on the floor behind him. you know he’ll clean it up later. he settles on top of you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your chest. your own arms go around him, head resting on top of his, unruly curls tickling your chin. he lets out a deep sigh, nuzzling into you and squeezing your body once. “hi baby.”

you smile. “hey izu.” your hand is running through his hair, careful not to pull on the tangled spots and you give him a kiss on the crown of his head.

he hums, “how was your day?”

you explain to him everything you did, although you had already updated him throughout the day with various texts and pictures, and he you. he still listens to every word you say, nodding his head and humming along, eventually falling asleep on you. you listen to his soft snores, smiling to yourself about how much you love him. his weight feels so comforting on you.

it’s a little while later when you need to pee, so you try to gently detach him from your body, maneuvering him as best as you can with how much he weighs with all those big muscles.

you know your attempts at gently moving him have failed though when he starts to stir, eyes opening revealing a beautiful viridescent. "baby?" he sits up and yawns, extending his arms out past his head to stretch. "what..." a cute yawn interrupts him. "what are you doing?"

“go to bed, izu." you cup his face to peck his forehead, moving to pull away but then stopped by his arms wrapping around you. he rests his head on your stomach, giving it a kiss.

"where are you going?" he mumbles against you.

"i gotta use the bathroom."

"okay." he hums, still not letting go of you.

you stifle a laugh, running a hand through his har. "you need ta let go of me in order for me to do that."

"...oh." reluctantly, he removes himself from your body, looking up at you with a sheepish smile.

you laugh harder this time, causing his smile to grow bigger. "be right back."

moving over to the bathroom, you flick the lights on, settling on the toilet. you're there for at least ten seconds before the door opens again, and in comes izuku, still shirtless, still pantsless. you ogle him as he struts in like its the most normal thing ever, and you don't even say anything as the hunk of man plops on the floor in front of you, crossing his legs.

"...izuku?!"

"yeah?" he scoots closer to you, yawning again and covering his mouth.

"um. what... are you doing?"

he only blinks owlishly at you, sleep still obvious in his eyes. "im waiting for you to finish."

your eyes widen, and you don’t know whether to laugh or be confused. “you couldn’t wait in the bedroom?”

he throws that smile at you. the smile that melts your heart and your defenses. the smile that makes you fall in love all over again every time. “i didn’t want to be away from you.”

your heart fills with even more love than you thought possible.

as you finish up, izuku alternates between watching your every move and smacking his head on the wall as he falls asleep.

you shake your head, chuckling softly as you look at him, his eyes half closed. "izu?"

he blinks a couple of times, coming back to reality. "hmm?"

"you wanna take a shower?" you reach out your hand to help him up, and his own — large and warm — swallows yours. he stands, muscles rippling. he doesn't answer, instead using his arm to pull you into him, and you land against his chest with an oof. he hugs you close to him, resting his head in the crook of your neck and breathing in deeply. his skin is warm against you.

you bring your own arms around him. "you're awfully clingy tonight, aren't you?"

"that’s cause i just love you so much." he kisses your head.

you smile. "love you too." you stay like this with him for what you assume is a few minutes, and once you think he's fallen asleep again on you, you bring up taking a shower again.

"later," he answers.

"you mean tomorrow?"

"tomorrow."

"okay, baby." you detach yourself from him, heart warming at the whine he lets out and how he tries to reconnect. you place your hand on his chest, pushing him back. "let's go to bed, izu."

he nods his head, and you grab his hand once again, shutting the lights and leading the way out to the bedroom. izuku obediently follows you and squeezes your hand.

you strip and settle into the comfortable bed with him, his legs tangling with yours. you end up on his chest and he's holding you tight like if he lets go you might just disappear.

it's silent for a few minutes until you hear him mutter a thank you.

you blink. "for what?"

"for... being here. loving me. letting me love you."

you melt. "of course. you know you don't have to thank me for that. if anything, thank you izuku. thank you." a moment passes.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

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[kalieros]

MDNI - Absolutely feral with Sero brainrot rn - MDNI - 18+ CONTENT

Just thinking about Sero Hanta’s obsession with your thighs. And hips - yeah, he loves the way they feel in his grip. The first place his fingers go is to your hips, testing how easy it is to guide you with them. He pushes and pulls, wraps his arms around you from the back, and slides his hands down your sides, massaging the dips and curves of your body. He smiles to himself when he nuzzles his face into your neck and just takes it all in, how easily you let him have access to your body and how you melt into his big hands. Then his hands reach the second prize, your plushy thighs and he just squeezes. He moans to himself, leaking at the thought of what he wouldn’t give to be between them, licking, kissing, biting every inch before finding his way up to the apex of your core, where he’d continue his ministrations with carefully planned fervor. As soon as he gets the chance he's face first with your core, moaning as he licks and sucks with an intensity that leaves your knees shaking and before you know it your legs are covered in markings and your vision is hazy with pleasure. Some days, when he's a little more selfish, he pushes your thighs together and slides his length between them. Desperate and needy, he molds your flesh between his fingers and gasps at the feeling of your hot thighs milking him for all he’s got. “That’s it baby, that’s it, take it. Take it for me baby,” he grits out, fiercely as you whine for him.

#sero hanta smut #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta x y/n #sero hanta mha #sero hanta bnha #bnha drabble #mha drabble #mha smut #bnha smut #probably going to the fiery depths for this one #i jsut know this man would be so filthy and he wouldnt be sorry about it at all

[niki-phoria]

pairing: izuku x gn!cat hybrid!reader genre: fluff word count: 447

a/n: feel like i kinda lost it at the end there lmao

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“and your claws, they’re retractable? like a real cat?”

you nod lazily, stretching out your fingers to demonstrate. izuku gasps excitedly, returning to scribble down in his notebook. izuku taking notes like this has become an almost daily occurrence. he’ll walk over with his notebook in hand and a million questions running through his mind, eager to ask about aspects of your quirk that have become second nature to you.

as much as you love izuku and his questions, you’d much rather be laying comfortably in his arms than answering his inquiries. “and-”

“izu,” you interrupt, gently pulling his chair back. you move his arm out of the way and move to sit on his lap, curling your tail around his body. izuku blushes but doesn’t stop you. you lean down to nuzzle into his neck, comfortably relaxing into him. hesitantly, izuku rests his hands on the sides of the chair. he’s careful not to touch you too much, though you’re sure he knows you wouldn’t mind. “let’s stay like this.”

“okay.”

you’re falling asleep when izuku speaks again. his voice is barely a whisper. “y/n, i’ve been thinking…” your ear twitches, your silent way of showing you’re listening. “i think i like you. like like you.” you pause for a second before gently lifting your head, pulling back to look at izuku. he’s looking down, hands fidgeting at your sides as his face is flushed, more so than usual.

“i like you too.” izuku’s big green eyes look up to meet yours, blinking a few times.

“really?”

you nod, leaning down to see him better. “really.”

izuku has always been pretty. his eyes captivated you when you saw him for the first time. his freckles frame his face perfectly. you’ve known him for years, but in the past few months you’ve found yourself staring at his lips the most. they’re pink and soft despite his absentminded lip biting. you’ve had dreams of what it would feel like to kiss him. you think back to the years you’ve spent holding yourself back. now, you can’t help yourself. “can i kiss you?”

“are-are you sure? i mean, you want to kiss me?”

“izu, i’ve liked you for years. loved you for years. of course i’m sure.” izuku blushes before he nods. you lean down and press your lips to his. it’s everything-and nothing-like you imagined. his lips are softer than they look. he’s obviously inexperienced, like you expected. he lets you take total control.

when he pulls away he’s still blushing but he doesn’t look embarrassed. “i love you too.” he whispers. “i’ve wanted to tell you that for years, but, i didn’t think you’d feel the same.”

“can i call you mine?”

“only if i can be yours.”

you bite back a smile, leaning down to press a kiss to izuku’s nose. “you always have been.”

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[sugarlywhispers]

not me thinking about newlyweds Pro Hero Dynamight and Pro Hero Y/H/N.

a big villain terrorizes the city and because you where on patrol duty at the moment, you're one of first heroes to attend the scene.

yet not powerful enough to actually win against him.

the villain uses a big wood stick like a sword, kicking it against all the heroes he fights, projecting his Quirk through it.

he is powerful, still your try your best to hold on, to keep going and fighting. at least until the heavy horses, a.k.a. your own husban, Deku, Shoto or Red Riot, arrive.

you're beaten up pretty badly, laying on the dirty ground and coughing a bit of blood. the villain points his weapon towards you as he says, "Any last words?"

a big explosion surprises you both.

"Yes. If you continue to point that stupid stick towards my wife, I'll break it. After I break your fucking neck," the dangerous low and menacingly tone in Hero Dynamight's voice makes you almost feel sorry for this villain.

almost.

the villain gulps and the hero smirks.

the rest is history.

#lol #honestly i just wanted a mean bakugou thingy #*wink wink* #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #mha scenarios #mha drabble #mha bakugou #bnha scenarios #bnha drabble #mha imagines #bnha imagines

[gardenofnoah]

Katsuki tries on softness like a child trying on their mother’s clothes. Waddling in too big shoes and tripping over the hem of a shirt that wears more as a dress, he feels clumsy. He gets bashful when he catches you observing with mirth from the corner of your eye—he thinks it ought to be a private affair, this trying on of things—the way he waits for this vulnerability to settle onto his skin, and how it is only as patient with him as he is with it. It slips off his shoulders and falls off his waist and how frustrating it is to be done growing and yet, growing still.

And you, with your tenderness that slips over the shape of you like silk—he feels a bitter, burning envy that’s neither helpful nor justified but god, does it tear him up. He feels guilty about it, because to be the target of your heart’s gentle reach is no small achievement for him. But he doesn’t understand what he’s done to earn that. He doesn’t understand why you’d give something so precious away with no thought to the way it may wound you. You tell him he never needed to earn it, and he just wants to shake you.

But there is a whole list of things that Katsuki does not understand and he’s never been bested by the length of it before now. So he adapts to the challenge—and you are a challenge, though not in any way he’s familiar or comfortable with. You touch him gently and with none of the hesitation of someone whose fingertips have been nicked by his sharp edges. You press your ear to his heavy heart and you tell him it’s a beautiful sound. He doesn’t know what to do with that—but he knows, somehow, that if he’s not earned it then this is a gift, even if he doesn’t trust that it is one he will be able to keep.

He tries anyway—to keep you. He holds you to him—tight enough that you will not slip away, but gently enough that you know you could if you chose to. He steeps your tea for exactly the amount of time it takes to hear the little contented sigh that it’ll pull from you when it warms you how you imagined it would. In the evenings, you curl up over the length of his chest like a cat, and the weight of the plastic handle of your hairbrush in his hand feels heavier than it should. He pulls the rounded bristles over the crown of your head if only to feel you settle into him—he finds that his body yields, if only minutely, to make space for yours—and to hear you tell him that you love him. It’s not the first or the third or the last time you’ll say it but it feels raw like this, in this way, and he wonders if this is what your heart feels like all of the time. Swollen in your chest, foolishly exposed and soft, despite the ways that the continuous muscle contractions and the state of the world should have toughened it.

He’s not like you—he can’t just speak every observation of endearment he has. He can’t get his love to move freely outside of himself, to follow him like a shadow. Instead he finds it in his hands—in between the dip of each knuckle and embedded into the lines in his palms. He’s calloused with it—hardened by it in a way you are not, and he could never understand the way you’re prone to seeking out that roughness like it doesn’t scrape your skin.

“I love you.” Murmured to the sluggish, sorrowful beat of his heart, it chokes him up in a way nothing has ever. His thumb ghosts over the smooth dip of your temple and he notes the slip of your hair through his fingers, and he hopes you can feel the way it’s just pulsing under his fingertips for you.

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[dabis-loverboy]

idk if you’re still doin requests with different characters but maybe

dilf!Kirishima x AFAB/fem reader nsfw; no quirk au, raunchy office scene. you can obv add your own spin to it not sure how detailed i should be

— 🧿 anon

The Things We Shouldn't Do

Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, aged up characters, cumplay, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic, dom Kirishima, creampie, boss/employee, infidelity, sir kink, dacryaphilia, praise kink

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x female reader

Author's Note: You can be as detailed as you want to be! Albeit be aware that the more detailed, the longer I might make it and thus the longer it'll take!

"Fuck!" You swore, bent over the desk of your boss.

Your breasts pressed against the surface of the desk, cheek against the wood grain as you felt his cock in your cunt. It felt far too good, truly, just laying there as Kirishima slammed into you. His hands were on your wrosts, pulling back as he buried his cock into you over and over again. You knew this was wrong. You knew it from the moment you had started this. He was married. He had kids. Yet you had become addicted to what he could do to you.

"Thats right. Fuck is right, babygirl." Kirishima grunted, red gaze watching your ass jiggle from his thrusts.

You were a moaning mess under him, mascara running down your face from tears at just how good Kirishima felt. Tears that Kirishima thought you looked good with. Your black pencil skirt pushed up to your waist and your white shirt was unbuttoned halfway down with your breasts spilling out of that black lace bra. Kirishima felt you tighten around his cock, groaning as it spurred him on to just fuck you harder.

"God! Fuck! Kiri!" You whined, "Right there! Please! Please, sir!"

You practically sobbed, feeling his cock hit your sweet spot. Kirishima leaned forward, inspecting your hickey covered neck before sinking his teeth in again. A loud gasp left your lips, "Kiri!" You cried out. You just wanted to chase that high, pushing the fact that his wife had been here just earlier out of your mind. After all, you knew it was wrong. You just didn't care.

"Cum around my cock, go ahead. Do it, sweetheart." Kirishima ordered, "Cum with me."

You let out another moan, letting a shrill "yes!" leave your lips. You were so close you were sobbing. You just wanted to cum, you just wanted to feel him cum. Was that so wrong? You didn't care if it was, feeling his cock slam into that spot over and over, stretching you open. Hell, practically splitting you open.

"Daddy!" You screamed, your walls tightening around his cock.

Kirishima groaned loudly, the new title spurring him on even more than "sir". "Fuck." He growled, rutting his hips against your ass, every thrust sounding loudly in the office. He nodded, "Yeah, I'm your fucking Daddy. Splitting that cunt wide open on my cock. Just like you deserve, such a good fucking girl."

You felt the orgasm rip through your body, screaming and sobbing in pleasure as you laid limp on ghe desk. You heard Kirishima let out a guttural, low moan as you came on his cock. He didn't slow down or stop, speeding up his thrusts, fucking his cock into you through your orgasm. Kirishima finally stilled inside of you, his cock twitching and erupting knside of you. You squealed, feeling the thick liquid pour into you. Kirishima began pulling out, still cumming. Both in and on your cunt, eyes lit up with satisfaction as he saw his cum dripping out of your cunt. You rolled over, your legs spread so he could have a better look. Kirishima smirked, watching a dopey smile spread across your face before looking back down to your cum covered groin. He reached down, slapping your clit before rubbing it. You lowly moaned.

You both knew it was wrong, he had a wife and kids after all, but neither of you cared.

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[mypimpademia]

— [2:42 AM]

TW: Slightly suggestive

LATE NIGHT DRIVES WITH KATSUKI are the only therapy you’ll ever need. You always get stressed when you’re frantically texting him as you put on your shoes, getting ready to sneak out of your back door and sprint to his car. But the moment you pull open his car door, the smell of his citrus scented freshener flooding your senses, nothing else matters but the two of you.

You take his phone and put in the password, immediately going to put on your shared playlist as he pulls away from the curb in front of your house. The gas station is always your first stop, he fills up on gas while you take the cash out of the cup holder and go in to buy snacks. Two bags of Takis, two Arizonas, and a pack of gummy worms. It was such a regular thing that the clerk at the front always knows your total before ringing it up.

You’d drive aimlessly for hours, on highways, backroads, emptied main streets, ending up hours away from home without even realizing. The music bounced around, your tastes meshing together. From Ice Spice and Nicki Minaj to Deftones and Flyleaf, you either sang along or let the music do the talking for you.

These nights were your favorite. But your favorite part of the night was when you found somewhere to park. Somewhere that had a perfect view of the moon and cityscape, a cool breeze to cut through the warm summer air, and the smell a grass. Somewhere that had you turning down the radio and cracking open the windows to listen to bugs, animals, and the distant bustle of the city. Somewhere you could finally rip open your snacks and crack open your drinks, and talk for hours and hours about everything and nothing.

Somewhere you can talk about yourselves, talk about others, talk about each other, talk about love, talk about hate, talk about the world, talk about the universe.

Somewhere you can laugh, cry, fight, love, scream, whisper.

You’d always find sanctuary in his back seats, with the rows laid back and covered in layers of blankets that he always kept in his trunk for nights like this. Entertaining yourselves by using it as a change of scenery for your conversation, or watching movies, or playing games, or obscenities that you wouldn’t dare mention to anyone else that happened to sit back there.

Towards the end of it all, you’d be sitting in silence. Not on your phones, or watching the long forgotten movie, or playing video games. Sometimes, you were in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, but regardless of if you were clothed or not, the night always ended the same.

The sun would break through the dark sky, and you’d both scramble, shoving the sheets to the back and setting the back row of seats into place. He’d give you the last of his chips, or his gummy worms, or his Arizona, before starting the car up, determined to get you home before anyone woke up and noticed your absence. It worried you too, the first few times at least. But you trusted him then, and you trust him even more now. You’d never once been home too late, getting caught sneaking back in through the back door.

And Katsuki never once failed to say,

“Same time tomorrow night?”

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[grapementos]

i want you

song: i want you - mitski

aged up bakugo x gn reader

‘can you come over?’

you stared at the text blankly, unconsciously contemplating a million and one reasons why it was an awful idea. not a single good-willed force in the universe compelled you to even bother typing a response. you were sure the universe would yank your phone out of your hand and throw it out the window if it didn’t have more important things to deal with.

just as you were about to type out an excuse, say that it was getting to late, another text came through.

‘please. i need you.’

just like that, you were reduced to a puppet. he tugged and tangled your strings against your will, and you did little to resist. you danced and paraded at his whim, every step and breath taken according to his will.

‘i’m omw’

an invisible sandstorm, a war waging in your mind, fought you every step to your car. you trudged across the sahara, completely unprepared and with little regard for your own life. despite the blistering conditions, you ventured on, managing to hit every single red light on the way.

each time you brought your car to a stop, you glanced into your rear view mirror, catching a glimpse of your shame-filled face illuminated in the red glow of the light. it singled you out, thrusted you in front of an audience filled with a million past-you’s shaking their heads in disappointment.

yet, the show carried on, and you pulled into the driveway of his dreaded home. the driveway perfectly fit your vehicle, as if it was meant for you. it beckoned you in, booting your vehicle down to the cracked concrete.

you gripped onto your steering wheel, telling yourself that there was no reason to stay. there was no reason not to turn back, hit every green light and, hell, maybe even grab some dinner on the way home.

you nodded to yourself, blinking away any impending emotion. readily, you slammed your foot on the break, seconds away from shifting into reverse.

then he stepped out, flooding soft yellow light onto his porch, and his eyes lit up as he saw you. he smiled, and it was beautiful, and you loved it and you hated it and it hurt.

you released the break and let go of the gear shift, managing a small smile back.

no, you needed to stay. he needed you. you’d fall apart and build yourself up a million times before you left him to deal with his problems alone.

with thousand-pound strides, you exited your vehicle and walked to his door, ready to help him.

to love fix him.

“hey, kats.”

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Decorating Christmas tree with Kirishima

Summary: a few headcanons and a short drabble about decorating a Christmas tree with your boyfriend Kirishima 🎄

Author: Bear

Kirishima approaches Christmas tree decorating with the same level of enthusiasm he has for hero battles. He makes a detailed plan, complete with a rough sketch of how he envisions the tree's final look.

No decorating session is complete without Kirishima's curated holiday playlist blasting in the background. Expect a mix of classic carols and upbeat tunes that reflect his lively personality. Mariah Carey's on as well.

Kirishima insists on incorporating red and black ribbons, inspired by his hero costume. To him, every element should reflect strength and resilience.

Kirishima turns hanging ornaments into a mini-challenge, attempting to hang them with the utmost precision. He even playfully challenges you to a friendly competition to see who can hang the most ornaments without them falling.

Kirishima suggests creating some DIY decorations together. He's all about teamwork and bonding, so expect to find yourselves making personalized ornaments that represent your shared experiences.

Kirishima takes the opportunity to dress in festive attire, sporting a Santa hat or reindeer antlers.

Before placing any decorations, Kirishima takes a moment to inspect the tree, ensuring it's sturdy and ready for the holiday battle of aesthetics. 

Kirishima is in charge of handling the lights, carefully draping them around the tree. He ensures they flow gracefully and don't get tangled. 

Throughout the process, Kirishima reminisces about past holidays and shares stories.

Once the tree is fully decorated, Kirishima can't resist striking a heroic victory pose beside the masterpiece. He insists on a commemorative photo to capture the festive triumph, making it a cherished memory for the both of you.

You found yourself in the cozy living room, surrounded by the warm embrace of holiday decorations. 

Kirishima, your energetic and passionate boyfriend, was bubbling with excitement as the two of you prepared to decorate the Christmas tree together.

The scent of pine filled the air as you unpacked boxes of ornaments and lights. 

Kirishima's eyes sparkled with festive fervor. "Babe, this tree is gonna be the most awesome one ever! Plus Ultra Christmas, here we come!"

You chuckled, appreciating his enthusiasm. "Sure thing, Eijiro! How about we start with these candy cane lights?" you suggested, holding up a string of red and white lights.

Kirishima began to drape them around the tree. "Carefully, carefully," he whispered to himself with his tongue sticking out a little.

Soon you began to unwrap delicate glass ornaments, and Kirishima's strong, calloused hands carefully took hold of the fragile decorations. "Gotta be gentle with these, right?" he grinned, his red hair catching the warm glow of the lights.

As you adorned the tree with ornaments, Kirishima couldn't resist teasing. "You know, our tree is as tough as me! Unbreakable tree and decorations for an unbreakable hero!" Kirishima playfully flexed his muscles. 

"I just love how positive you are about preparing everything," you mused sweetly, giving him a look.

Amidst the laughter and playful banter, a soft melody of holiday tunes played in the background ("All I want for Christmas" by Mariah Carey).

As the tree began to take shape, you noticed a thoughtful expression on Kirishima's face. "You know, the holidays are about spreading warmth and joy. Just like us heroes do for people every day."

While decorating, you couldn't help but admire how focused he was, his crimson eyes gleaming with the joy of the season. 

"How about we add some glitter for that extra sparkle?" you proposed, holding up a container of sparkling gold dust.

"Glitter! Yeah! Let's do it!" Kirishima grinned, letting you sprinkle glitter over the tree. The soft glow of the lights caught the glitter, creating a magical shimmer.

As you stepped back to admire your work, Kirishima wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "Our tree will be the best, just like us," he declared proudly.

You both shared a quiet moment appreciating the significance of the season. The room was filled not only with the soft glow of Christmas lights but also with the warmth of shared moments and love.

With the tree now fully adorned, Kirishima looked at you with a satisfied grin on his face. "Our Christmas tree is a masterpiece! Just like our relationship, right?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for the moments you shared with Kirishima. The room seemed to glow with a magical aura, and you couldn't help but be swept away by the festive spirit. "It's truly beautiful, Kiri!"

As you both sat on the couch, surrounded by the glow of the Christmas tree, Kirishima pulled you into a warm embrace. "Merry early Christmas, my love. Here's to many more holidays together, full of laughter and love! Mind taking a quick pic for my Insta? Gotta show off our epic Christmas tree!"

He went back to the tree, and struck a pose, flexing his muscles.

You snapped a few shots for him. "There, I'm sure your fans will love it."

"Thanks! But the one I want to post is with you. C'mere."

He took his phone grom you, adjusting the angle to frame both of you and the tree. As you stood side by side, Kirishima wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, kissing your cheek. The lights and ornaments created a festive backdrop for the photo.

Click! The camera captured the moment, freezing it in time. Kirishima eagerly checked the photo, a wide smile spreading across his face. "This is truly delightful. I couldn't have wished for anything more this Christmas."

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