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i don't know how to explain this. it's like bakugou's love chub. his primitive cute aggression. his massive domesticity kink. but it's also a praise thing. it's all of it.

but i think — it's just another night that's allowed katsuki to be home with you. cooking dinner, cleaning up, maybe you're both even in the mood to shower together; you wash his hair and spike it up with shampoo and he smiles a little when you laugh, with your wet eyelashes and soapy head and you just kind of — play.

it softens him up a ridiculous amount, and later when you're in bed with your ankles on his shoulders, smelling like his body-wash, he literally has to focus on keeping himself together just to last. hides in your neck with his face all scrunched up, goosebumps breaking out across his skin every time you moan softly in his ear. you whisper his name and he has to stop the rhythm of his hips, just to breathe through his nose and calm down because he is so in love with you that it makes him sick.

everything is perfect until the phone rings.

and he's been in a good mood all night. hasn't been thinking about work, any of the investigations he's gonna have to dig into when he goes back. deku is out of his hair for once, he's not too sore from hitting the gym with kirishima earlier. all he wants is just this evening with you and — he refuses to let it go, at first.

your hands on his shoulders lighten enough that he digs his fingers into your hips, pulls you in to meet his every thrust a little harder. it has him hitting a soft spot deep inside of you that makes your knees shake, and you angle your head a certain way so that he can see the wanton expression on your face, the drop of your mouth as you keen.

some of his surliness has woken up and he can feel it creeping up his spine, pushing him out of his head a little bit, and though he's thankful it'll give him the grip he needs to last — especially as he watches your eyes roll back — it's pissing him off, to be interrupted. fuck the phone, he thinks, fuck everybody—

and then it rings again.

your eyes snap open, and katsuki can feel the moment shatter. bitterly, at least for him; you don't look mad, sympathetic more than anything, with the small curve of your smile as you peer up at him. your change in demeanor feels final, and he sits back up on his knees with a fucking irritated groan, from deep in his chest.

you laugh, even though he's grumbling out every curse word he's ever learned. "it might be important!"

"don't fuckin' care," the number on the caller id is unknown, and he scowls as he looks down at it. scowls even harder when you try to sit up, too, when you try to wiggle away. in order to keep you, he secures his arm around your waist and rolls, sitting back up against the pillows with you straddling his lap.

you squeal and laugh, tightening up around him enough that he grunts out a strained gasp — and then you're laughing again. and this is not how he wanted this to go.

katsuki answers the call like, "what?" and there's a defeaning silence on the other end, like he's frightened them — and he fucking hopes he has — and it draws on so long that he's about to hang up, until some pre-recorded voice chimes in about his car's extended warranty. "are you fucking kidding me!"

you laugh again, real and loud this time as he tosses the stupid thing half-way across the room.

"oh my—katsuki, that was so—"

"fuckin' bullshit ass fuckin' interrupting me 'n—" everything burns: his ears and his face and his neck, and he knows you're not laughing at him, but he doesn't want you smiling like that.

no, he wants you with your head thrown back and your throat bared, and sometimes he's able to angle it so that these little tears come to your eyes and it's so. fucking—drives him insane, that he's the one that's—

"okay, okay," you cup his face in your hands until he frowns at you, and then you give him several tiny kisses that taste like pity. "where were we?"

and just because this bullshit had to happen, he grabs you by the hips a little roughly, too eager to get back to where you were before, and he knows it's much deeper at this angle, with you on top of him, and hearing the strangled little moan that comes spilling out of you — makes it a little better.

your arms go around his neck immediately, fingers digging into his hair in a way that knocks some of his annoyance out. the sharp tug, the sting on his scalp grounds him a little bit; katsuki gasps and it's all you, with his mouth against your throat, breathing in nothing but you. he can feel the change when you take over, helping yourself to dropping down onto him with an intensity that makes you both groan.

the whole disturbance has almost completely left him; you're warm and wet, slick in a way that makes his eyes roll back, and he can tell by the shake of your shoulders that you're taken by how deep he's reaching inside you.

and then you — fucking giggle again.

katsuki groans, screwing his face up. "quit it," he mumbles into your neck. "'so fuckin' funny?"

"nothing, nothing," but a smile is evident in your voice, broken only by a desperate little curse that makes his stomach drop. "i just—ah, fuck, katsuki—i just love you."

the tension in his balls almost snaps at that; how soft you say his name, how easy you are with your feelings—for him, for him—how happy you sound. doesn't necessarily make him gasp, but he releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding and wraps his arms around you. tugs you closer under your chest is against his, panting against one another.

katsuki's not typically a talker, besides numerous curses and the warning when he's gonna cum; it makes him shy in a way he can't explain, like he's gonna say the wrong thing and turn you off.

but now—

he doesn't mean to, really, but he grips you tightly, puts his mouth to your ear, and let's himself moan quietly. "yeah?"

"yeah," your voice goes up an octave, nearly a whine, and you jerk in his lap haphazardly, like you're so lost to the feeling of him inside of you that you can't think straight. "yeah, fuck—you—" another laugh, though this time it makes his heart throb. how genuine it is. "you're so funny sometimes, you—always make me laugh."

makes you laugh, and not because he's an embarrassment or a failure or an idiot, but because you think he's funny. because he lights something up inside you that makes you smile with all your teeth, that makes you so happy that you have to let it out.

very minutely, so small that you don't even notice, katsuki shakes his head a bit. almost like a nuzzle into you, but he's just—bad at handling this stuff. it's makes his head spin, cotton between his ears, a taut string in his stomach.

you thread your fingers through his hair, nails against his scalp, and tilt his head up. you don't kiss him, but your mouth is open over his, lips touching. it's such a fucking tease, but he can see the blissed out look on your face, can feel you fluttering around him.

"you're—my best friend, y'know?"

it actually makes him moan—loud, and he has to pull away from you a little bit just to blink. something builds in his chest so rapidly, he thinks he might drown. the back of his eyes sting, like he's gonna fucking cry.

"fuck—" he stutters, fighting his best not to slip too far. "f-fuck, wait—"

but it's useless; you always swallow him whole.

"you're—" you sigh against him, so content and safe and comfortable, right here in his arms. "wouldn't want to be with anyone else."

in the future, katsuki's gonna look back on this and feel pathetic: how hard he's trying to buck up into you, even if it is throwing your rhythm off; how severely his back curls into you; how hard he cums—just from you being so soft on him.

it's like his brain disconnects from the stem entirely, rocketing him into limbo somewhere where everything is light and smells like you, tastes like dinner you've made together, feels like your sudsy hair in his hands.

he might actually die. his heart's not the best, after all.

either way, crashing back into himself hurts. all his muscles pull and spasm and he grips your ass cheek so hard that you yelp. you drain everything—everything—from him and he can already feel the mess that's leaking between the two of you and you haven't even—

"what was that about?"

you're still holding his face when he opens his eyes, bleary. and you're smiling.

"shud'up," he murmurs, probably flushed down to his ass. "nothin'."

you bounce in his lap until he jerks up, and it's then he realizes he keeps closing his eyes. literally drained. you laugh again and you're so happy and pleased, even though you're sweaty and breathing just as hard as he is, and you kiss his cheeks and start rattling off, like the brat you live to be.

"and i like your eyes and the little freckle on your neck and that little chip in your tooth and how you always smell so sweet and..."

#SCREAMING #I love it!!! #the way you write is so good #the characterization aaa

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Soft Sunday: Waking Up On The Weekend

(with: Iwaizumi, Bakugo, Kenma, Tsukki)

⚠️warning⚠️: I did include suggestive content in this. It's not detailed or anything but I'm just letting anyone know who might feel uncomfortable.

Iwaizumi

He didn't used to think much about what he wore to bed until he realized you liked having access to his bare chest and arms. After that he makes a point of going to bed shirtless with just his boxers on, or a pair of pajama pants if it's chilly.

His morning routine used to be a protein shake, work out, and maybe a jog. Now though, he can't help but linger in bed. He loves sleepy little chats in the morning as your hands roam over his skin.

If the mood hits, he's not opposed to getting spicy and indulging in you in the morning. He can count that as his work out and honestly he just likes starting his day off making you feel so loved and cared for.

He definitely wasn't a breakfast person before you, but now he has all your favorite breakfast foods and how you make your coffee memorized.

He enjoys having you in the kitchen with him as he cooks so he can talk and flirt with you, especially if you're just hanging out in one of his shirts or something.

As grouchy and stern as he comes off at first, he really does thrive in a domestic setting. He has such a nurturing personality and he loves being able to take care of the person he loves.

Bakugo

He knows you like his muscles but doesn't really get why. To him, they are a means to an end (being a strong hero). Lucky for you though he sleeps in a sleeveless t-shirt so you can enjoy his beefy arms as he holds you close.

Holding you close is nice physically, sure, but for him it's more about the need to keep you safe. He sleeps better when he knows you're safe in his arms.

Lazy mornings aren't really his thing. He gets fidgety and impatient if he's in bed too long. If you wake up before him though, you'll notice that he does pull you closer and linger for just a moment or two before kissing your head and rolling out of bed.

Cooking is one of his love languages, and it fills him with pride to get up and cook you the most mouth watering meals. He's happy to serve you breakfast in bed, but it's better if you can find the motivation to get up and follow him to the kitchen because watching him cook the food is half the fun. He has no idea how sexy he is in the morning, standing at the stove with his arms on display. Not to mention the sinful sweatpants he wears.

Kenma

He is not a morning person at all. Even during the week he doesn't have to wake up for work too early, so he'd definitely rather sleep in on the weekends too.

He can be pretty clingy in the morning and will get a little grumpy if you try to make him get up before he's ready or if you accidentally wake him up when you get out of bed to use the bathroom or something.

Comfort is important to him, so he dresses according to the temperature, not what he thinks makes him look sexy. The good thing about this though is that he's always cozy and ready to cuddle.

Cooking is not his forte, so you will not catch him using his morning time making breakfast when he could be lounging in bed with you. He is good with a piece of toast or a bagel once he finds the energy to wake up.

Sometimes though, he doesn't mind waking up and having you for breakfast. It doesn't really take that much effort on his end and he knows you (both) deserve a treat too after a long week.

Tsukki

He isn't the most confident about his looks, so he also dresses more for comfort than anything else for bed. Usually he's in a tshirt and shorts or pajama bottoms.

In the morning he might be a little self-conscious about his messy hair, morning breath, or even how he looks without his glasses.

He does like to cuddle in the morning though. He likes being the big spoon so he can hide his face against your shoulder. He also likes being in a position to have his hands on your chest (whether you have boobs or not... he wants to touch your chest.)

Sexy stuff isn't usually on his mind in the morning, but if you instigate anything he is definitely on board.

Making breakfast isn't his favorite, but he will if that's what you want. He'd much rather take you out to breakfast though, either at a cafe or a diner. He likes getting the fresh air and the opportunity to just talk and spend time with you.

tagging: @bisexualturtledove @honeybunny-sawamura @no1frogfan

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Soft Sunday + 1,400 Follower Weekend Event

*Event will run until tomorrow evening (April 9 EDT)

This will be a Role Play Event!

Starting right now, I will be sharing my blog with all your favorite characters and participating is super easy!

Go into my inbox

Tell me which character you are talking to (up to 3 characters per ask)

Write any message or question you want to the character

Get a response!

You can reblog the response if you want to reply to the conversation or send in as many asks as you want.

Keep it SFW but I don't care if you flirt or say anything suggestive. Just no smut on the dashboard please lol

If you want to send me questions or messages too, that's fine but I don't expect it. I just think it would be funny.

Accepted fandoms: Haikyuu, Black Clover, My Hero Academia, Attack on Titan, Black Clover, Genshin Impact

blacklist #1.4event to avoid these posts

tagging: @honeybunny-sawamura @ceo-of-daichi @kaysayshey @todoroki-waifu @bisexualturtledove @lostinwildflowers @obitobrigade

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Could I please partake in the little tarot thingie? I’ve got multiple blorbos so feel free to pick whoever comes to mind with the card!

Bakugou Katsuki

Dabi/Todoroki Touya

Bakugo: The Sun. You make him feel like he can tell you anything. He wants to be honest with you and you make him so fucking happy.

Dabi: King of Pentacles. You ground him. Make him feel more human and less like a monster. He feels more stable with you and wants to spoil you

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Four of Earth: This man is SO GREEDY when it comes to your attention. Will act like a dumbass to get 100% of your affection and attention. He’s very clingy too.

reblog/comment/send an ask with a character’s name from mha and I’ll draw a tarot card telling you a random hc for your selfship

(pspsps @vs-redemption do this if you wanna)

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I'm so curious about what card you pull for me and Shinsou♡

SIMP ALERT. This man is down bad for you sheeeesh. He she’s you as this super intelligent and amazing person and wants to know everything about you in an affectionate and loving way. ❤️

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The Empress: He calls you “mommy” a lot. Jk jk . . . Unless? He does see you as a super lovely and capable person though. You two are super cute and it honestly sickens everyone else how much this guy simps for you. ❤️

reblog/comment/send an ask with a character’s name from mha and I’ll draw a tarot card telling you a random hc for your selfship

(pspsps @vs-redemption do this if you wanna)

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Can I send two names because I'm greedy? 1. Bakugo (because he's on my mind rn) 2. Hawks (because he's my sexy good bird boy)

Yes of course we love greedy 🫶🏽

Bakugo: The Wheel aka Wheel of Fortune. When you guys end up in a sticky situation, you always come out of it okay. It usually ends up better than before. So if you two get in a fight, you get that much closer somehow.

Hawks: Eight of Sky aka Eight of Swords. You help ease each other's anxieties. A lot. You take turns being the voice of reason with each other. Cute!

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reblog/comment/send an ask with a character’s name from mha and I’ll draw a tarot card telling you a random hc for your selfship

(pspsps @vs-redemption do this if you wanna)

#selfship #selfship tarot #mha selfship #im ignoring my responsibilities again

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Pick me, pick me 🥹

I think instead of luring people to interact with my on my blog, I'll just go annoy other people on *their* pages.

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Writing Fanfic About You | Bakugou x reader

Word count: 400ish

Warnings: pussy owning reader, oral (reader receiving), softie bakugou

Summary: Bakugou writes a little bit of fanfic about his favorite character, the reader

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Bakugou stares his laptop screen down, feeling like this was a dumb idea. He had an unfortunate new hobby. Ever since he found out what fanfiction was, he spent too much of his free time reading it. There was just one problem though. None of it was up to his taste. The way he saw his favorite character was admittedly different than how most did, which made him feel frustrated because he could clearly do a better job. So here he was, feeling like a dumbass. Fuck it.

His fingers tapped against the keys lightly, trying to figure out how to narrow down his favorite thoughts and headcanons he had by making a quick list of things he might like to explore. He was going to make it a reader insert because it felt like he was sharing you, his favorite character, if he paired you with someone from the series. They didn’t deserve you anyway. He blushes lightly at the possessive feeling he had over someone who wasn’t even real. 

He types about how he would love to be your first, how he would love to teach her to cum. He strings together pretty sentences about being your first, exploring intimacy with you. When he rereads what he’s written, he huffs and realizes he has written in first person. Maybe he would keep this to himself.

My hands pull her pretty thighs open, kissing the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She makes a soft noise at the back of her throat and it makes my cock ache as I nip at her skin. She’s so damn pretty for me like this, chest out and panting as I finally nudge her folds open with my nose and press a kiss to her pussy. Her pussy is so pretty, which should make me feel weird to admit, but it really isn’t surprising. All of her is beautiful. Fuck, she’s making those noises that make me twitch, but nows the time to focus on her. Her pleasure is all that matters, and it makes me  harder to hear her moaning as I suck on her clit, looking up at her as I flick my tongue against it and she takes my breath away.

Nah, he looked way too much like a softie for this to ever be traced back to him.

#bakugou x reader

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“am i not my brother’s keeper?”

summary | it takes time for dabi to understand you, mostly because he doesn’t know how to ask. he supposes he’ll start with the scar on your back and go from there.

pairing | dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader

word count | 1,405

warning | very minor/implied angst, minor hurt/comfort, mentions of god/God, reader has an older brother.

a/n | i don’t want to make this too long, so it might end up being a series of drabbles. but honestly, dabi as an older sibling, especially in shoto’s case, affects me so much. he believes he is irredeemable.

but what is the true extent of a sibling's love?

[ 18+ | minors, blank, ageless blogs dni! ]

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It happens on one of those nights after disgusting, earth-shattering sex. The kind that you need to take a shower after. The kind that makes you strip the sheets before you get in the shower. The kind that makes you wonder if God really does see everything.

That’s when Dabi learns a little more about you. 

So far things have been pretty casual, Dabi comes in and out as he pleases, sometimes disappearing for weeks at a time and then staying the night but leaving promptly in the morning, usually before you wake up. 

You still insist on him wearing a condom despite the fact that you’re on birth control and you’re not having sex with anyone else (after you two become exclusive, he’ll reveal he hadn’t slept with anyone since the first time you two kissed).

It’s casual.

When two are tucked back in the sheets, with a candle burning in the corner of the room, Dabi looks at you.

Or, rather, he’s looking at your back. You’re a shitty sleeper and despite how many times he sleeps over, you still tend to sleep diagonally in a king-sized bed, on your stomach, drooling across the pillow.

That’s when he’s able to take stock of your skin when he’s not peeling the clothes off or shoving your face into the mattress to arch your back a little more.

His fingers run over scarred skin and when he pulls back, he sees a long jagged scar running down your back, and then a set of identical smaller ones, light and scattered over your skin.

“What happened here?” he can’t help but ask, his curiosity making him shed the mysterious and disinterested persona he tries to carry in front of you.

Of course, you’re already half asleep, but you still murmur out, “Where?”

Dabi’s fingers dig into the long scar a little bit harder as his mind runs wild. He needs to know who gave you that scar and he can’t explain why he’s already thinking about the repercussions for the person who did. 

He doesn’t know much about your life before you met him. Sometimes you tell him about work or your friends, but never much about your past. He can’t argue about it because he hasn’t told you anything about his own past.

“Here,” he grunts, indicating the scars that litter your skin. They’re all similar shades which must mean you got them at or around the same time, but the sizes vary so greatly he doesn’t know what could’ve happened to you.

“Oh,” you groan, pulling your face out of the pillow to speak a little clearer.

“Got pushed off the roof,” you say casually.

Dabi jerks back and forcefully rolls you over, making you look into his eyes. Your expression is completely bewildered but Dabi’s is hostile.

He spends an extra second looking at your face before gritting out, ”What?”

It takes you a little too long to respond because you’re taking in his face. You usually never get anything more than cool disinterest, or sometimes mild interest, but he’s never been mad around you. So you’ve never got the chance to see the way his eyes narrow, or feel how his hands heat up unintentionally. Now you have the chance to see the hard set of his jaw and flare of his nostrils.

Dabi repeats himself, calling your attention back to the moment, “What happened?”

“My older brother pushed me off the roof,” you answer, still enthralled with Dabi and his face and the way his anger changes even the tone of his voice. But when your answer doesn’t placate him, you’re quickly realizing you need to diffuse the situation.

Bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks, you blow a prolonged stream of air into his face. It startles him enough to make him pull back and shake his head. It cuts the tension in the room and allows you to switch your position, forcing him onto his back while you lay on his chest.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, eyebrows wrinkled in question.

The momentary lapse doesn’t completely pull Dabi from his emotions and you don’t know why he’s so incensed.

“Why the fuck would he push you off the roof?” Confusion ripples across your face and it only serves to make Dabi more angry. “Stop fuckin’ looking at me like I’m crazy. Your brother tried to kill you!”

Your hands come up and you lock eyes with Dabi, taking a slow breath in and slow breath out. Dabi’s forced to mimic your actions until you stop to speak to him.

“He wasn’t trying to kill me, Dabi. We were up on the roof, when we weren’t supposed to be, just playing around. He was like 10 and I was 8, and he pushed me by accident,” you explain as he listens. “I think he thought I would fly because of my quirk, instead I landed in my mom’s garden and now she blames us for her hydrangeas never growing in that spot.”

“What’d your parents do to him?” 

His question immediately shocks and you try to understand why he would ask that, but you answer anyway.

“Nothing. I told them that I slipped and fell off the roof, and after I got my stitches, they didn’t ask again.”

Dabi waits for the rest, “Then what?”

“That was it. It was an accident, Dabi. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, we were just being dumb. Aside from bringing it up on my birthdays and when I need a favor from him, we don’t really think of it,” you finish. 

When Dabi doesn’t respond, you repeat, “He wasn’t trying to hurt me, we were just kids. We didn’t know any better.”

Moments of silence pass between you both. Dabi’s looking in your eyes, trying to read your body language, searching for signs that you’re lying. You’re trying to figure out why he’s reacting like this. Most of what you say to Dabi comes up with little to no questioning, he’s never reacted so passionately in front of you.

“You don’t,” Dabi clears his throat, looking at you intensely. “You don’t hate him?”

Immediately, you shake your head. “He’s my big brother, I love him.”

“He pushed you off a roof,” Dabi reiterates like you forgot.

“And I broke his favorite action figure. I cut a chunk out of his hair. I accidentally stole the breath out of his body when I developed my quirk,” you volley back, laughing a little. “He’s my brother, I can’t imagine there’s much I wouldn’t forgive him for.”

At your words, Dabi relaxes a little bit. 

Another beat passes.

“What if he did something worse?” Dabi asks, his voice a whisper in the quiet of your room. The candle in the corner flickers a little bit. 

“You want me to get all philosophical on you?” Your words are a joke, but Dabi doesn’t laugh, and he doesn’t say no.

So, you’re serious when you say, “Simply put, yes, he could do something worse and I would forgive him. I would forgive him, as long as he doesn’t go where I cannot follow. He could kill god and it would be fine with me, as long as he doesn’t kill himself. He’s my brother.”

It’s your repetition of that phrase that does Dabi in. It keeps hammering itself inside him. You say it differently every time. 

An explanation, a curse, a vow.

“Is it like that for everyone?” Dabi implores, and you wish you could open up his head. You want to poke around and find out why he needs to know this information, because that’s how he’s asking you. He speaks like he’s investigating something and your answer could crack open a cold case.

You consider him for a moment. “I guess it depends on the relationship. I don’t know if you have older siblings, but it’s like…I was born knowing him, y’know? I watched him grow up and the entire time, I was powerless. I couldn’t stop my dad from screaming at him or my mom from scolding him, but I could love him and I could forgive him. I could protect him in my silence, in my being there.”

You hope that Dabi finds some peace in your answer. 

“I don’t know how to explain it other than—”

“He’s your brother,” Dabi finishes. “That makes him infallible.”

“No, but it makes all his sins venial.”

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#Aw I love this #I’m having Dabi feels #your writing is very pretty

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Bakugou x reader | Happy New Year

Word count: 300+

( @vs-redemption Cindy get your man)

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Bakugo was sleepy from staying up all night, but he woke up at his usual time, bright and early. His arm was sling across your hip, hand close to your tummy. When you started staying over frequently, he realized how much better he slept with you close; his mind was at ease knowing you were tucked against him and safe from any harm.

As he listens to the sound sounds you make in your sleep, a soft smile graces his features. No one would believe you when you said he was actually the biggest softie because he was only willing to show you this side of him. He didn’t want this vulnerability to be showcased to anyone else, you were who he loved. It took him a long time to come to terms with the fact he was hopelessly in love with you, but he fully embraced it now.

As you stir and turn around sleepily so your face to face with him, his smile widens. Your sleepy expression made him feel soft and protective. “Morning, beautiful.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, making you smile but groan in exaggeration.

“After being together so long, you should know better than any one I have the worst morning breath.” He just chuckles, raising his brows. “Oh I do. But I wanted to start our day off right. We kissed at midnight, but I needed another.”

He watches your expression turn soft, and he wonders how he ever managed to resist loving you for as long as he did. His hand reaches out to push your hair behind your ear and then caress your cheek.

“Stop that.” His brows raise in surprise at your words.

“Stop what?”

“Stop looking at me like that.” You protest, but your words are soft. “I can’t love you anymore than I already do, you’re making my heart so full, you jerk.”

He snorts, shaking his head, and pulling you in for another kiss. “Get used to it because I’m not going anywhere. Happy New Year, my love.”

#Bakugou x reader #happy new year yall

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Katsuki Bakugo hates hot chocolate. He prefers plain coffee without any sweetener no matter what the day or season. Still, he takes pride in making you your ideal cup of coco first thing in the morning on Christmas Eve. He knows the flavor, toppings, and marshmallow ratio you like down to the last detail.

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Bakugo doesn’t care what stupid traditions your family has. They can glare at him and whisper under their breath as much as they want. He refuses to let you wake up during the holidays surrounded by people who make you feel bad, in a bed where you toss and turn feeling lonely while holding back your tears. No. He’s keeping you warm, safe, and loved at his place and in his bed where you always seem to get the best sleep with his strong arms wrapped around you so tight. And he’s going to spoil you with kisses and yummy food while telling you how he’d never felt so happy until he met you.

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Soft Sunday: Dabi Thoughts

I got halfway through writing a short fic about Dabi for soft sunday but the motivation died. So I’m just gonna say…

Dabi likes to paint himself in a certain light. He wants people to fear him and to think he’s unhinged. He wants to advertise himself as a dangerous product of a broken system but that’s not who he is at his core.

Inside, he is longing to be acknowledged and accepted. He wants to be “enough.” He is more sensitive than anyone could ever imagine and he feels emotions so sharply and deeply even though he portrays himself as cold and cut off.

Anyway, I was just thinking how he’s able to keep up the act pretty well until something doesn’t feel right with him the first time he sees you not feeling well. It’s just a small cold, but every sneeze and hacking cough has him at war within himself. You complain about the crappy broken heating and he finds himself agitated too despite being unaffected by the cold.

The best he can do is bicker with you at first. Tease you with subtle hints of “why don’t you get another blanket if it’s that cold” or “maybe if actually drank some tea you wouldn’t sound like a Shigaraki on a bad day.”

He knows he can help more though. He knows he can but that type of vulnerability is in the opposite direction of what he’s used to. Still, something snaps inside of him as he hears you struggling to sleep due to the coughing and congestion. He shuffles over to where you’re laying and nudges you over. “Move”

It’s not the most pleasant of greetings but before you can scold him he’s sliding under the covers behind you. He wraps his arms around you gently before he can talk himself out if it and pulls you back against his chest. You’d like to cuss him out, but his body is so warm and his hands are strangely staying in respectful places. He presses his face against your shoulder and tries not to think about the repercussions of this.

“What the hell Dabi…” you are surprised and feeling just as unsure as he is. If you were feeling better you probably would’ve shoved him away already for being a creep.

“Does it help?” His voice is muffled and you almost doubt you’d heard him correctly. Since when does Dabi care to help anyone when it doesn’t help himself?

“I guess.” You could be stubborn too, but thankfully he stays.

“Sleep then.” He doesn’t want to talk about it. He hopes you won’t interrogate him because he doesn’t have answers to the questions you’d likely ask.

It’s worth it to give him that chance though. If you let him, he stays all night, keeping you warm and soothing away your discomfort. He won’t admit it ever, but it feels good to him to use the warmth from his quirk to help someone. If anything ever comes from that one incident or not, it’s hard to say. But there is a part of Dabi that wants to be a “hero” in a way for you.

#soft sunday #CUTE #dabi x reader

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Congratulations on 3 years! Can I request leather bag forBakugo? Thank you so much!

I took 4 million years to answer this. I apologize. My new teaching job has literally sucked every ounce of energy I have. I'm starting to get into the routine now though which gives me time to write again :)

Tanbo Art (Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader)

Wordcount: 700 Warnings: none Picture credit goes to ME! I took it when I went to Inakadate villiage in Aomori, Japan.

“This is us!” You look over to your boyfriend excitedly as the train beings to slow down for the next stop. You hop up from your seat and reach for your bag resting on the overhead rack. You had changed trains twice already, but the fatigue of traveling was outweighed by your eagerness.

“I’ve got it,” Bakugo sighs while gently nudging you forward up the aisle so that he can grab your stuff for you. There’s an uncertain scowl on his face as looks out the window. “Are you sure this is right?” From what he could tell, you both were in the smack-dab middle of nowhere. There wasn’t even anyone else on the train, which made him wonder if there was really anything out here worthy of seeing.

“Uh, I think so?” You shrug sheepishly as you exit the train. There wasn’t even a train station where you were, just a concrete platform in the middle of endless rice patties with the silhouette of Mount Iwaki in the distance.

“You think so?” Bakugo repeats, fighting the urge to push you back onto the train before it could leave both of you stranded.

“It’s fine,” You slip your hand into his as the train pulls away and the complete stillness of being alone sets in. “Look, we’ll just follow that road. I think we have to go to that tower over there.”

Bakugo had to admire your sense of adventure. To him, vacations had always meant sunny places, relaxing days, and nice hotels. Ever since meeting you though, he’d found that discovering new places, trying new things, and getting out of his comfort zone could be just as rejuvenating as lounging on a beach or going to the crowded and overpriced places where most people spent their holidays.

He keeps a comforting grip on your hand as you both hike up the road towards the tower you’d spotted. A car would pass by every couple of minutes, but the walk was spent in solitude for the most part. Despite his uncertainty, Bakugo enjoyed the chance to chat with you about the nice old lady you’d both met at the first train station this morning, possible ideas for dinner that night, and what adventure you might go on the next day. It wasn’t often that he got to be out with you without people gawking or coming up to ask him for a picture or autograph. Being out in rural areas like this gave him the opportunity to feel like a normal guy.

“Look! People!” You tell him teasingly as you come up to a small gravel parking lot sitting at the foot of the tower. There were a few cars parked there and a handful of people meandering the area, all of them older. A man in a uniform was stationed at the door of the tower with a roll of tickets. Bakugo pays for two and then lets you go in front of him to start climbing the stairs since they were too narrow for you both to walk side by side.

When you reach the top, you step out onto the balcony high above the ground and let out a hum of surprise. “Katsuki! Wow!” He steps out right after you, sliding his arm around your waist protectively even though there’s a railing to stop anyone from falling.

“Oh!” His eyebrows shoot up as he takes in the view. The seemingly normal rice fields you’d walked through before had actually been used as a canvas. Different colors of rice plants had been strategically planted to create a massive work of art that could only be appreciated by a view from above. “They made the Momotaro fairy tale.”

“It’s amazing!” You pull out your phone to try and take a picture even though the art was too vast to fit in one shot. “This is certainly worth the trip over, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, definitely!” his replay comes quickly and genuinely. “Here, turn around so we can get a picture together.” His apprehension from before had all but vanished. He should’ve known you’d never suggest something that ended up being disappointing. And even if you both did end up somewhere dull one day, the experience of journeying together always seemed to strengthen your relationship and bring you closer than before.

#IM SOFT #Cindy this is so cute #I love the way you write him aaa