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kyracanwrite · 2 years

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“I would’ve never done this to you!” Pt. 2 <3

Part 1 here

Rebloging is always appreciated!

Requested by the lovely; @shaylove418

Kirishima x F! Reader

Ex! Bakugou x F! Reader

Ex-Bestfriend Mina x F! Reader

Warnings; NSFW THEMES!! It’s not full smut but it cuts close.

IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS ON MY PAGE. I HAVE NSFW CONTENT AND IF YOU INTERACT ITS NOT MY FAULT <33 (I’m not tryna be blamed for you reading smut 😭)

Summary; With the help of an old friend, who turns into possibly more ;), you heal. Realizing your worth, you show Bakugou and Mina how much you actually love yourself. Showing that you didn’t need them was like stabs to their hearts. You didn’t care, though. They hurt you, now it’s their turn to be hurt.

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You quickly left Katsukis house and ran to your car. You decided to go to one of your closest friend’s houses.

Knocking on the door with tears rolling down your beautiful features, you waited for them to answer.

The door opened to reveal a very tired Kirishima.

“Woah- what’s wrong, y/n?” Concern grazing his features.

“K-Katsuki! H-He cheated!” You sobbed.

Anger flashed his face before it was replaced by sorrow.

Furrowing his brows, he moved out of the way so you could enter. You went inside and he shut the door behind you, locking it, and then leading you to the couch.

He sat your shaking figure down and sat next to you. Wrapping his strong arms around you, you melted in his touch, becoming a lot more relaxed.

“He didn’t deserve you.” You just nodded, tears still present and glistening on your face like glitter.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you placed your head on his chest and relaxed into him.

It didn’t take long for you to pass out in his arms.

Taking your shirt off, you made out with Kirishima with your head tilted sideways. He was on the left of you. Snapping a picture, you posted it on instagram before sending it to Katsuki and Mina with the middle finger emoji.

Turning off your phone, you focused only on Kirishima.

Straddling his waist and flipping your hair to one side of your head, you grind on him, earning a whimper and groan.

You placed loving hickies on his neck and collar bone.

Still grinding, you felt his bulge grow, making your heat feel damp.

Turning the lights off, you pushed kirishima onto the bed.

(You can assume what happened :^)

Grabbing your favorite chips and throwing them in your basket, you turned, only to be met with two people who you vowed to never see again.

Bakugou and Mina. You rolled your eyes, mentally cursing yourself for letting them see you.

They walked up to you, “Heyy Y/n….” Mina scratched her neck awkwardly, not daring to look you in the eyes.

“Hey?” You replied as more of a question. “Can I help you?” You crossed your arms and frowned.

“We just wanted to say sorry-“

“Save it. I don’t need your pathetic apologies.” You smiled bitterly.

“Hey baby- oh.” Your boyfriend, Kirishima, came up to you. “Are they bothering you, honey?”

“No. I was just leaving anyways.”

The two just stared in shock, not believing their eyes. Mina was dating your ex and you were dating hers. Funny.

“Anyways, fuck you, oh and, fuck you too. We’re leaving now, bye loves.” You blew a sarcastic kiss and grabbed Kirishima’s hand, walking out of the isle.

Once you were out of their eye sight you frowned. “Fucking stupid assholes. Ruining my day and shit. Not cool.” You grumbled, forcing Kirishima to come with you to a check out line. Letting Kirishima go, you almost give the poor boy whiplash.

“Chill out, babe. They never deserved you.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” You took a deep breath.

“Don’t be.” He smiled sweetly.

Smiling back, you were grateful for him.

He was way better than Katsuki in a lot of things. You promised yourself that you would never hurt him purposely. Not like the way you’d been hurt.

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I hope you liked it 🫶🏽😭😩

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gardenofnoah · 2 years

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cowardice

bakugo has a bad day and is a drama queen and you love him still. wc: 2.8k cw: mentions of drinking, some fighting within an established relationship, they make up tho <3

Bakugo Katsuki felt the heat of the sunlight slipping through the curtains against his skin before he opened his eyes. Resting on his side, arm tucked under his head, he let his breath fill his chest, finding the stretch of it pleasant. For a moment, that was all there was-- his breath, the feeling of the sheets beneath him (linen, because you wanted to indulge, and who was he to deny you when you looked at him like that in the middle of the department store), the strip of warmth against his back where the sunlight played, the click of the old, rotating fan that sat on the dresser across the room, too ancient to provide anything but white noise at this point.

He was never a morning person before he met you-- he'd wake up, sure, but always sluggish and grumpy for the first hour or two before he shook off the last bits of sleep and rejoined the living. This morning, though, in the hum of the quiet, he thought he could understand why you liked them.

The arm resting over his waist reached over to you, but instead of you, he was met with cold sheets under his palm. He froze, eyes snapping open. His fingers created creases in the fabric as they pressed down into it-- you were gone.

You were gone.

He sat up, one arm holding him upright as he surveyed the room. Your things were still there, but you wouldn't have taken it all. No, you'd come back in waves, taking your sweatshirt with the frayed sleeves and your grandmother's hair clip and your favorite book until his apartment and his heart were emptier than they were before you came into it.

He ran his free hand through his sleep-disheveled hair, letting out a deep, painful sigh. He didn't have to reflect on it to know that this was exactly what he deserved-- what he always knew would happen. He'd tried to play house--he'd thought he'd liked it, actually, the way he'd come home to find you in his sweatshirt, curled up on the couch under a blanket in front of the TV, with your sleepy eyes on him and his name on your lips. He loved you, and he'd told you so in the ways he knew how, but he knew that how he'd been taught to love did not always come out like love. He'd hurt you.

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He'd had a bad day. He'd been met with a shit show as soon as he'd stepped foot into his agency's office-- one of the interns had seriously injured a civilian before obtaining their provisional license, and he was forced to play damage control-- something he was wholly unfamiliar with, considering he was usually the one that needed cleaning up after. It was an all-day thing-- constant media requests for information, insistent phones ringing shrill against his eardrums. He'd eventually gotten so fed up with the repeated, sympathetic "What would you like me to say?"'s from his publicist that he'd just walked out, not saying a word to any of his employees as he stormed out of the front door of his building.

It was late, pushing 8 o'clock by the time he left, but he didn't want to go home. He knew he should, knew you'd be waiting on him, but he couldn't bring himself to walk in the direction of his apartment. It wasn't that he didn't want to see you-- he did, all of the time-- but things had been tense lately, mostly because of him and his bad days that were quickly turning into bad weeks. He knew it was affecting you and he hated the way your mouth pulled down at the corners when you realized he'd come home angry again. He felt the weight of your disappointment, and tonight it would certainly be the thing that crushed him. So he'd avoid it.

He found himself walking in the direction of the bar he met you at when he'd just started out as a pro. He hadn't been well known enough to turn too many heads yet, but his ego made up for it. He'd seen you at the end of the bar, and found himself unable to look away. His eyes had trailed up your blue jean-clad legs and settled for maybe too long on the way that white T-shirt clung to you, the little roll of your belly sticking out over the top of your jeans making his mouth feel too dry. His eyes dragged up until they met yours, and you cocked an eyebrow, shooting him a side-eye and asking if he had a staring problem. He was hooked.

You'd been in your second year of nursing school, too tired to pretend to be entertained by any of his attempts at impressing you. You didn't care who he was-- hero or not, he was just a person, and you told him so. Never had a shot to his pride hurt so sweetly before. You laughed at his vain effort at fluffing himself up like a proud chicken, and saw who he was beneath all of the strength and bravado. Not one to be deterred, he didn't understand why he didn't intimidate you-- even a little bit-- at first. And then he understood, very quickly, that you yourself were a force to be reckoned with, and that it was him who should be a little intimidated. He'd never admit that he was.

So he sat down at the bar, alone, and ordered whatever cheap beer he saw first on the menu. He ignored the chatter around him, mostly about him and the mess his intern had made, electing to stare straight at the TV behind the bar and grimacing when he realized it was coverage of, not surprisingly, his agency.

"Hey," he called to the bartender, pointing to the TV, "you mind changing that?"

The bartender shrugged and reached up to press a button on the TV, the channel flickering to what appeared to be a recording of an earlier soccer game. Katsuki sighed, elbows coming to rest on the bar top, chin in his hands and shoulders hunching. He'd been feeling his phone buzz in his pocket for the last 10 minutes, and he didn't have to look to know it was you. Guilt washed over him-- he wanted to tell you that he was alright, that he needed a minute to himself, but he didn't know how. So he'd avoid it.

He'd ignored the unwelcome presence next to him for as long as he could, until he heard her in his ear. "Long day, hero?" the woman cooed, much too close to him. He'd shot her a sideways glance and then returned his eyes to the game, choosing to ignore her and hoping she'd get the message. To his dismay, he felt her arm try to wiggle its way to loop through his. "C'mon," she tilted her head to him, batting her eyes, "you wanna talk about it?"

Katsuki yanked his arm out of her grip, turning to openly glare at her now. He sighed, standing up from the bar and reaching into his pocket to fish out spare bills to pay for his drink. He slammed them onto the counter, pushing past the woman whose eyes were now as wide as dinner plates, muttering a "can't even get a fuckin' drink in peace anymore," for good measure.

He took the long way home, walking down side streets and alleys until he decided it was time to return (and knowing it had been that time hours ago). It was approaching midnight by the time he walked through the front door, with some part of him hoping that you'd gone to bed. When he'd reached the landing at the top of the steps, his hopes were dashed-- eyes meeting yours as you sat on the couch under a blanket, a glass of red wine in your hand.

"Hi," you breathed, and there was no warmth in it. Katsuki grunted in response as a half-greeting (and immediately regretted it), dropping his keys on the end table and turning down the hall to the bathroom. Desperate to avoid you still, despite the way he could feel your eyes burning into the back of his skull as he retreated. He was a coward, and he knew it. He couldn't face it, not right now.

"Are you serious, Katsuki?"

He paused, rocking back on his heel. He couldn't turn, couldn't look at you. The shame was so stifling it took up all the space in his lungs and he startled himself at the little gasps of breath coming from his chest. He knew what he needed--hell, he knew you'd understand what he needed if he could just tell you to give him a minute. But he couldn't say anything, so smothered by his own cowardice and your disappointment that he just stood there in the hallway, back to you while you seethed in your spot on the couch.

"It's fucking midnight and I've been calling you. You couldn't be bothered to shoot me a text to let me know you were alive? And now you just storm in here like you can't fucking stand me," your voice broke, and he tried to convince himself it was the wine. He knew it wasn't. He felt something start to crawl up his throat. He pushed it down, hard. He still could not look at you.

"Do you think you're the only one that had a bad day?" you spat at his back, standing up now, "I've watched three of my patients die in the last two weeks. I can barely get out of bed in the morning. And where the fuck have you been?"

Try as he did to stop it, what had been climbing up his throat punched its way out through his mouth as he turned to look at you. He looked at you and all of the shame and guilt and inadequacy he felt came crashing down around him. He looked at you and it hurt, because where had he been? He hadn't known you were struggling-- if he was honest, he couldn't remember the last time he'd asked you how your day had been. The self-loathing lashed through him like a whip and he let it out on you. He projected every bit of boiling emotion that had been burning him onto you, letting the venom spit right at you and only stopping when there was no air left in his lungs.

It was silent then. You only looked at him, eyes wide and unblinking. He couldn't meet them-- he knew he made a mistake. A big one, if your uncharacteristic silence was anything to go by. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned on his heel, muttering something about needing a shower as he walked away from you. He was careful not to slam the door behind him, leaning up against it and letting out a breath. Fuck.

He heard you set your glass down in the kitchen sink and make your way down the hall to the bedroom. He was unsettled at how quiet you were. He moved on autopilot through his shower, pulling briefs on afterward and making his way to your bedroom. The door was shut, and he held his breath as he opened it quietly, half preparing for you to be ready to attack him on the other side of it. He wouldn't have blamed you.

But you were there, in his bed, covers pulled around you in the dark. He lingered in the doorway for a moment, horribly unsure of what to do next. Given a little bit of confidence at the way you'd not immediately yelled at him to leave, he padded over to the bed quietly, peeling back the blanket. He eased in cautiously, body stiff as he laid down. You were turned away from him, and he knew you were not asleep. He laid on his side, staring at your back and shoving down the feeling of wanting more than anything to reach out and pull your body to his.

It was still for a few moments, the old fan clicking, interrupting the silence. Then, still turned away from him, he watched the hand draped over your waist move behind you. You splayed out your fingers and it took him a beat to realize you were reaching for him. A wounded sound escaped him as he threaded his fingers through yours. You squeezed a little and his eyes burned. He didn't know whether to be relieved or afraid. You squeezed again, and he just barely caught the broken "I love you" that came from your side of the bed. He held your hand like it was a lifeline and turned his face into his pillow to muffle his obnoxious sniffling. He cried until he wore himself out.

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He didn't know what else to do, so he pulled himself out of bed, just standing in the middle of the bedroom like he was lost. He finally walked to his dresser, body feeling like lead, and pulled open the drawer to find a crewneck to put on. The sight of your clothes in his drawer nearly stopped his heart, and he closed his eyes and grabbed the first of his that he could find, slamming it shut. He pulled the sweater over his head and walked out into the hall, making his way into the kitchen. He stood in the doorway, unable to think of what to do next. His eyes swept the room, not looking at much of anything until they landed on your wine glass in the sink. The breath he let out was pained as he slumped against the door frame. This is what his life would be now. Walking around his house like a ghost and mourning the pieces of you that you'd left behind.

He was so caught up in his grief that he didn't hear the click of the front door as you shut it closed behind you. You stopped, staring up at his back from the bottom of the steps. "Katsuki?" you called to him quietly, not missing the way he jumped out of his skin, whipping around to look at you. His mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water. You'd have teased him if you weren't so concerned.

"You left," he croaked out, and it felt like sand in his mouth. You held up the paper bag in your right hand cautiously.

"I picked up breakfast," you offered weakly, eyes never leaving his as you watched him take in your words.

"I-I thought...you left," he whispered, looking down at his feet. The burning in his eyes was back but he'd be damned if he cried twice within the span of 12 hours in front of you. He sniffled anyway and hated himself for it. He heard you sigh quietly, the wooden stairs creaking as you made your way up them. His body tensed as you wrapped your arms around his waist, bag of food long forgotten as you pulled him tightly to you, pressing your forehead into the crook of his neck.

"I'm not leaving," you said firmly. He took a deep breath in, and let out a whine at the feeling of your lips pressed into his skin.

"You're fucking infuriating," you stated, like it was just a fact-- inconsequential and just there-- "and I am not leaving you."

He let his arms wrap around your shoulders and he buried his face in your hair, eyes screwed shut tight to keep the tears from leaving them.

"Just," you whispered, planting a soft jab into his side with your fist, "talk to me next time."

He couldn't stop the shuddering exhale that escaped him, because of course you knew. You understood what he needed, but you needed him to be accountable to you. You knew he was trying to learn.

You rocked up on your toes to press a kiss to the point of his jaw, and you snaked an arm up to hold the back of his head, pulling him down to you.

"And if you ever say such evil shit to me again," you breathed in his ear, "I will put you down like an old dog."

He snorted, turning to press his lips to your temple. "That's fair," he whispered, letting you wiggle from his grasp to pick up the food bag that you'd dropped. He watched you pull out the food, setting his out for him, and he let the emotion wash over him in waves. He loved you terribly, and he wanted to be better. He would try for as long as you kept reaching out for him.

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bloodywings · 1 year

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Okay but like, wouldn't it make sense if Deku had a victim complex?

Because like when he was bullied and picked on, it was for something that he had no control over.

Meaning that he is used to always being the victim, I can't think of any scenario where something happened that was his fault, that he did out of malicious intent.

Sooo what about if he was in a relationship? Would he constantly believe that he is no where near at fault, even if he is?

Would he go to his friends and play his significant other out as the bad guy, even if he was completely in the wrong?

This one might be a stretch, but what if he were to cheat? Would he pin the blame on the person he cheated with? Or maybe even his significant other?

Based off of his trauma, I can't picture him seeing himself as the villain in any scenario.

But idk, maybe I'm crazy lol

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kozidraws · 1 year

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Bakugo hates crowds.

He also hates malls.

Yet where does he find himself at 4pm on a Friday afternoon?

At a crowded fucking mall, no thanks to Kirishima.

Kirishima had begged Bakugo for hours the day before to go with him to check out a pop culture store because he heard rumours that there were Nendoroid figurines of their class and class B.

Bakugo very much not wanting to go, points out that they’re going to be shitty knock offs since none of them have signed any merchandise contracts yet. Logical argument, an easy victory for him.

But Kirishima’s counterpoint?

Pouting and bringing out the puppy dog eyes.

Fucking cheater.

He hates when Kirishima does that. (No, he doesn’t).

So now Bakugo finds himself in an extremely cluttered store, Kirishima’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and directing them between rows and rows of ‘official hero merch TM.’

Bakugo lifts a hand to double check that his face mask and beanie are still secure while Kirishima ushers him along. He wouldn’t be caught dead buying any of this junk, all his All Might figures are 100% authentic, thank you very much.

Kirishima on the other hand, looks like a kid in a candy store, ‘ohhing’ it and ‘ahhing’ at any figure that looks super manly.

That’s one word for them…

Bakugo spots a Best Jeanist figure that makes the fibre hero look like a blue giraffe and can’t help but bark out a laugh.

When they finally get to the rumoured Nendoroid section Kirishima slips his arm of Bakugo and practically lunges towards the shelves, instantly grabbing figures of the ‘Bakusquad’ (their words- not his), then practically shoves the boxes in Bakugo’s face.

Blobs of yellow, pink and black so close to Bakugo’s eyes he goes slightly cross eyed before huffing and softly swatting Kirishima’s hand away, “Again Kirishima, they’re just knockoffs.”

Kirishima dramatically gasps in mock offence, cradling their friends and leaning away as if to shield them, “but they’re real to me!”

Bakugo crosses his arms and scoffs, “You’re such a dork.”

Kirishima shifts the figures into the crook of his elbow as he keeps browsing the shelves, inspecting a Uravity figurine before placing it back on the shelf. “Perhaps. They may be knockoffs, but it’s the fist time I’ve seen us as merch! I want to keep them as a memento before we go pro and get licensed and all that jazz.”

“Sap.”

Kirishima grins in response, then turns his head towards the store clerk, “Hey man, do you have any Dynamight ones?”

Bakugo can’t help the instant blush that spreads across his face, he feels so flustered that the clerk is going to recognise who he is he snatches Kirishima’s sleeve, trying to yank him towards the exit but Kirishima doesn’t budge, the jerk. Giving up, Bakugo quickly hikes his face mask higher up and tugs his beanie down to hide more of his hair.

The shopkeeper shakes his head as he’s stocking the shelves, “Out of stock kid, Dynamight is always the first one to go. Will probably get a restock in a week or so if you want to come back then.”

“Aww, that’s a shame,” Kirishima pouts. He’s clearly disappointed (and Bakugo tries not to read into /that/) before the redhead perks back up with a smirk, leaning against him to whisper “Look at you Mr Popular, already number one. But that’s okay, I’m willing to wait for you.”

Bakugo elbows him in response, tempted to headlock his best friend in public but the wary glare the clerk sends his way stops him. Looking back to the figures he spots a Red Riot looking up at him from the bottom shelf and snatches it up. Now it was his turn to shove a figure into Kirishima’s face, “You forgot someone.”

Kirishima’s eyes flicker down and then away, not as enthused as he was before. “Nah don’t need one of me, I just wanted y- the squad!”

“Which includes you-”

“I only have enough money for these.”

Bakugo pauses, feeling defensive on the redhead’s behalf, because Kirishima was always dismissive of things that represented himself. He knew Kirishima could feel Bakugo eyes staring hard at him, but he pretends to look busy while he shuffles the figures in his arms.

Two can play that game.

Bakugo leans against the shelves and shrugs, “Fine, let’s go so you can buy our pack of nerds,” He watches Kirishima’s shoulders ease in relief of the conversation drop before Bakugo holds up the Red Riot box in his own hand and adds, “But I’m taking Red Riot home with me.”

It was worth it watching Kirishima choke on air, cheeks darkening by the second. Now it was the redhead’s turn to try and snatch the figure out of Bakugo’s hand, whining that it’s not worth it, but the blond skilfully dodges him. He struts up to the counter first to drop more yen than what was needed, telling the clerk to keep the change before speed-walking out, leaving Kirishima to fumble with his figurines and wallet to pay.

When Kirishima finally catches up he lightly whacks Bakugo’s leg with the bag. He lets out an exasperated sigh, but Bakugo can see the small blush that stains his cheeks, “You’re a real gremlin when you want to be.”

Bakugo smirks, bumping his shoulder into him in retaliation, “And don’t you forget it.”

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chaibewriting · 2 years

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chai. 22. writer w/ many blogs. this blog is exclusively for my poc-specific writing, mainly x black reader. please beware that this blog consists of dark content such as yanderes, kidnapping, etc.

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 2 years

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Broken Consequences

Broken Consequences by Calisto112

“Deku, you worthless cheater! Tell me how you did that!”

Izuku had hoped his years at Yuuei would be different from Aldera but as his terrified gaze took in Kacchan rushing him- eyes furious, palms already smoking, and hate-filled eyes burning- he knew he never should have dared to hope.

Aizawa investigates Izuku and Bakugou's past after Bakugou attacks Izuku during the quirk assessment test. For the first time since his quirk manifested Bakugou faces consequences.

But sometimes people don't like it when the guilty are punished and unfortunately for Izuku he'll be the one to suffer for it.

Words: 11381, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Consequences

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku is Not Okay, Unreliable Narrator, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting, Abusive Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki Being an Asshole, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, Bakugou Katsuki is Expelled from U.A. High School, No Bakugou Katsuki Redemption, Midoriya Izuku is a Mess, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Midoriya Izuku Needs Help, Midoriya Izuku Gets A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41186550

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♦#Izuku Midoriya #Aizawa Shouta #Inko Midoriya #Bakugou Katsuki #R:T #A:Calisto #Dadzawa #Mental Illness #Hurt Comfort #Angst

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unlikelyjedi · 1 year

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IT'S TIME FOR BOOTY POSTING!!!!!!!

//SUGGESTIVE//

Alright pals!! It's time for my ranking of Characters Voiced By Nakamura Yuuichi by how FAT their ASSES are!!!

So, I can't cover every character. This man has done a lot of voice work since his debut, and obviously I haven't seen everything he's been in. I'll cover what I've seen and what I think would be the most fun to talk about. So, some weird ones are going on the list for my personal enjoyment!

I've wasted enough time explaining.

So, In No Particular Order:

Kuroo Tetsurou

Haikyuu!!

This man definitely has an Ass. He worked for that booty with all his training and tough regiments. Kenma likes to bite it.

Greed

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

He could give himself an ass with his powers. So, yeah, he's got one, but it's because he's a cheater.

Yomo Renji

Tokyo Ghoul

Tits and Ass!! The Whole Package!!!

But please don't stare. It's rude, and you will be kicked out of the Coffee Shop

Ichinose Guren

Seraph of the End

Maybe?? Hopefully for Shinya's sake. Shinya deserves a man with a robust back-end.

Sohma Shigure

Fruits Basket (2019)

No. He absolutely does not. Have an ass. He hides it well with his clothing choice, but when he's out in tight pants and a shirt, there's nothing.

Kumatani Mitsuo

Life Lessons With Uramichi-Oniisan

Sadly, not. But, it's fine because he deals with assholes everyday. He doesn't need an ass to demonstrate that he's the best and sexiest character in the show.

Daybreak

Spy x Family

He will argue vehemently that he has an ass. Will make a whole PowerPoint Presentation on his ass!! (He does not have an ass.)

Hawks | Takami Keigo

Boku No Hero Academia

MY MAN GOT A DUMPY!!! HE GOT THAT DUMP-TRUCK ASS. HIS ASS SO FAT THE CLAP OF HIS ASS CHEEKS ALERTS THE GUARDS. ASS SO FAT PLANETS ORBIT AROUND IT. ASS SO ROUND AND JUICY MELONS ARE JEALOUS. ASS SO PLUMP YOU COULD USE THEM AS CUSHIONS. HE GOT THAT BUBBLE-BUTT. DOUBLE CHEEKED UP ON A THURSDAY AFTERNOON. MY MAN HAS GOT THE BEST BOOTY IN THE BUSINESS. EVERYONE WANTS A TASTE OF THAT BIG, JUICY, PLUMP-

Gojo Satoru

Jujutsu Kaisen

Pancake.

#suggestive #tw suggestive #bnha #jujutsu kaisen #hawks #takami keigo #gojo satoru #haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurō

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chaosverse-mainblog · 7 months

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Five times Third’s students almost threw hands with him and one time they found out their teachers had another husband

#mha au #shigaraki yoichi #third ofa user #second ofa user #ichinisan

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kaiisers · 2 years

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about me

venus. she/her. 21. taurus sun, sag moon, cancer rising. intj-a . full-time university student. latin american. kpop, anime&manga fan, recent genshin player (AR 26, ame server)

a lil’ extra spice

LIKES : hot coffee with powdered milk, hot chocolate, smoothies, the color blue !! and green !! and white !!, tattoos and piercings!!, chocolate milkshakes, chocolate, pizza, rainy days at home, summer days, wearing shorts & dresses & crop tops, heels !! but with platform, black platform boots, platform converse, bucket hats, driving alone and/or with friends with the music blasting, dogs, hugs, romance (but I'm a pessimist + hopeless romantic so go figure), listening to songs about heartbreak and falling in love, reading, the beach, meat, chicken, being alone, dancing in the kitchen while blasting music, music, funny videos/compilations, marvel, atla (<3 my comfort show)!

DISLIKES : hypocrites, angst, cheaters, fake people, the days I’m not at the beach, manipulative people, tomatoes, most vegetables, entitled people, messy rooms… like the really really messy ones, homophobes, racists, xenophobic people, extremists, misogynistic people (I’d say people in general but there are way too many exceptions), disregarding others for their feelings/thoughts/experiences, judgmental (guess what?) people (!!), governments & the economy lol

fixations <3

ANIMES & MANGAS : shingeki no kyojin, jujutsu kaisen, boku no hero academia, kimetsu no yaiba, tokyo revengers, haikyuu!!, one piece, blue lock, bungou stray dogs + GENSHIN IMPACT

OTHERS WATCHED: fullmetal alchemist (+fmab), fruits basket, horimiya, kamisama hajimemashita, wotakoi, say ‘I love you’, inu x boku ss, akatsuki no yona, free!, owari no seraph, ao haru ride, kaichou wa maid-sama, the yakuza’s guide to babysitting, spyxfamily, hunterxhunter (recent!)

love on the mind, always

JUJUTSU KAISEN┊itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, ryomen sukuna, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta, nanami kento, geto suguru, choso, fushiguro toji

SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN┊eren yeager, levi ackerman

MY HERO ACADEMIA ┊midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, kirishima eijiro, kaminari denki, todoroki shoto, sero hanta, shinso hitoshi, aizawa shota, shigaraki tomura, dabi, takami keigo, ashido mina, amajiki tamaki

KIMETSU NO YAIBA┊tomioka giyuu, rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, shinazugawa sanemi, obanai iguro, akaza, shabana gyuutaro

TOKYO REVENGERS┊sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, mitsuya takashi, baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, hanemiya kazutora, hanma shuji, haitani ran, haitani rindou, kokonoi hajime, shiba taiju, shinichiro sano, kurokawa izana, sanzu haruchiyo, imaushi wakasa

HAIKYUU!!┊hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, nishinoya yu, ukai keishin, kuroo tetsuro, kozume kenma, oikawa toruu, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji, bokuto kotaro, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintaro, kita shinsuke, miya osamu

GENSHIN IMPACT ┊kaeya alberich, diluc ragvindr, albedo kaideprinz, xiao, zhongli, baizhu, kamisato ayato, arataki itto, gorou, shikanoin heizhou, kaedehara kazuha, wanderer, thoma, yae miko, al haitham, cyno, kaveh, tighnari, candace, dehya, childe, pantalone, il dottore

#꒰ about me ꒱

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