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hajiberry · 1 year

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12:34 am- Katsuki bakugou

+ domestic fluff, pregnancy

“No I hate that name”, bakugou grumbles as he flips a pancake, his back to you as you sit at the barstool.

“Katsuki, you hate every name”, watching as his back muscles flex a small smirk falls on your face.

“I do not I just haven’t liked any of the ones yo- what are you smirking about?”, he asks, turning around with a plate of pancakes in his hand.

“Nothing, go on you haven’t liked any of the ones I’ve picked out huh?”,

Rolling his eyes he sets the plate down in front of you, “not my fault you literally want our kid to be bullied”

Smacking his arm, you grab a pancake, rolling it up and taking a bite out of it before arguing “his parents are pro hero’s I highly doubt he’s gonna be bullied”, raising an eyebrow at you he leans his hip against the counter, plucking a pancake from the pile.

“I would’ve bullied icy hot as a kid and his dad was the number 2 hero”, he says with a shrug, earning another smack on the arm from you.

“You’re so mean”, you say with a small giggle, knowing he’s full of shit. “You’re just trying to deflect from the fact that you called him a close friend the other day”

Glaring at you he picks off a piece of his pancake, throwing it at your face, “you’re lucky your pregnant”, gasping you let out a laugh.

“What if I wasn’t you’d hit me?”,

Reaching over he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks, “yes, because that’s what I do”, he says with an eye roll, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“We gotta pick a name for real tho”, dropping your face he nods, taking another bite of his pancake.

“I know but we got 3 months to think of our little gremlins name”,

“You gotta stop calling our unborn son a gremlin kat”, you say with a small giggle.

Reaching his hand out toward your belly he gently caresses your swollen bump, “it’s his nickname till we can actually agree on a name”

Laughing, you roll your eyes, placing your hand over his, smiling up at your sexy baby daddy. “You look really hot by the way”, you mumble, giving him slight ‘fuck me’, eyes.

Raising an eyebrow he smirks at you, “yeah?”,

“Yeah, but it’s probably just the pregnancy hormones”,

Rolling his eyes, he leans down, invading your space, “I don’t really care why you’re turned on but if you wanna blame the hormones that works”, he mumbles against your jaw, leaving kisses down your neck. This late-night pregnancy craving snack was quickly turning into something else and you were not about to stop it.

“Wanna take me upstairs?”, you whisper, leaning your head back to let your husband have more access.

“Mhm”, he mumbles before lifting you, carrying you towards the stairs where you highly doubt any sleep will be taking place.

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daydreaming--on--jupiter · 7 months

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Midoriya panicked a lot when he realized he liked you.

There wasn't anything too specific that you did to make him realize, it was a regular day, everyone was eating lunch and talking loudly. Midoriya had glanced over at you just in time to see you laugh at something Ochako said. all of a sudden his heart fluttered at the wide smile on your face and he quickly stared back down at his food, his brain running a million miles an hour and his face tinted a bright red color. "Are you okay Midoriya?" he heard Todoroki ask next to him and all he could do was clear his throat and mutter out a small "yes". the second time he glanced at you, you two made eye contact and he once again felt his heart jump at the small smile you gave him '...shit' his mind helpfully supplied as he gave you a small smile and turned back to his food, mind racing a million miles an hour.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha headcannons #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #bnha deku #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha blurb

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luvindrr · 2 months

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Touya makes you breakfast in bed

touya todoroki x reader | fluff | 339 words cw: reader is called "doll"

Touya opens the door to your bedroom holding a bowl and spoon in his hands. He’s careful with his footsteps and tries not to make the door squeak- unsuccessfully- as he patters over to you in bed.

“G’morning, doll.”

You turn over in the sheets, eyes still closed but groaning in response. Touya places the bowl onto the side table and caresses your face with infinite tenderness, brushing over your cheek where an eyelash has fallen. Your eyes flutter open as he kisses your forehead, and he can’t help the stupid grin that spreads when he meets your eyes, when he realizes he’s the first thing you see in the morning.

“I made breakfast.”

Hardly- a scoop of rice with a side of eggs and vegetables. He never learned how to cook so it’s slightly charred- a fact he’s nervously aware of. He’s soothed when you take slow bites anyway and takes your approval as an invitation to snuggle into your lap, eyes closed. It’s deserved, he thinks, after all the hard work he’s put into being a good boyfriend. At your tap to his lips, he obediently opens, a ball of rice falling onto his tongue. It’s sour. What did he do to make it sour?

At your giggle, he opens his eyes and sees you holding up a slice of rolled omelette, cut and shaped into a little heart.

“My mum used to do it for me.”

And it’s so stupid, he thinks, so stupid that somehow you can make him so soft, so giggly, so willing to do stupid things like kiss you awake and talk about his mum and cut your eggs into little hearts. It’s so stupid that you can make him bend like that, but it’s stupider that it’s so easy when it’s you.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” you ask, holding up a whole, uncooked asparagus.

In signature Touya suaveness, “I can chew it up and regurgitate it for you.”

“Gross, Touya.”

“Penguins do it all the time.”

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ki-ka-katsuki · 1 year

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Keigo doesn’t like it when he can’t see your face while the two of you are intimate. He loves watching your every reaction to his touch, the way your mouth contorts in pure sensuality when his nails dig into your skin, often trying but failing to hold back your moans. Or how your eyes overflow with tears every time he goes too far with the teasing — for which he’s always sorry, but also a little excited.

One night, however, when you suddenly felt all brave and curious, you chose to entrap your man with a slightly different proposal from what you're used to, for once just lying down in front of him with your pretty butt on full display. A silent, but very obvious invitation.

You had no idea where that was going to lead to, though.

...

Keigo is completely losing it, panting heavily against the back of your neck, lips parted and eyes shut tightly as he pounds you from behind, forcing your stomach deep into the mattress with every thrust. "Keigo—!" you cry out, dizzy, pleasure choking your sore throat, and the man is so possessed he doesn't even register the slight panic in your tone. He's beside himself with frenzy. And it’s all your fault.

"Fuck, fuck, Y/N," he groans, just barely able to avoid his voice from cracking. He lowers his head further down into the crook of your neck, messily latching on any part of your skin his lips can find. You didn't think it was possible, but somehow he manages to pick up the pace even more.

"K-Keigo I— shit, s-slow down!"

He doesn't hear you. Can't hear you. There's just this high-pitched, white noise growing higher and louder in his mind, leaving him deaf to your desperate calls for attention. Later, he will apologize for it a thousand times, or however many times you will find suitable, but right now, he's too far gone.

The blond holds his breath, caging you underneath his working body with strong arms. He’s got a firm hand on your hip to keep you right where he needs you to be, his ruffled wings waving in synch with you for leverage.

Honestly, he didn't think this would feel so good.

Between breathy curses and sloppy kisses, it's the way how Keigo's chest and abdomen continuously rub against your arched back that eventually sends the both of you over the edge. It makes you feel incredibly hot and so damn close to each other, and apart from all the lewd stuff, it is really the comfort of such closeness that allows you to just let yourself go and fall into the abyss of rapture. Together.

As you cry out your lover’s name one last time, Keigo empties himself deep inside your core, rope after rope, never once letting go of your squirming body — not until the waves of his intense release subside.

A single feather lands beside you, its soft filaments caressing your burning cheek along the way, and it comes to rest on the back of your hand, still trembling from how tightly you had to cling to the sheets.

"Kei..." you mumble into the fabric, catching the soft feather between your fingertips.

You're heavy — is what you want to tell him, since you find it hard to breathe underneath his weight, but the words don't come out. Instead, you find yourself savoring the moment of your worn-out boyfriend panting in your ear, completely spent and exhausted as he lies on top of you, not ready to part just yet.

But the sweet, whispered row of apologies follows soon after. Of course it does, because Keigo is the last person to forget whenever he’s been a bit too much to handle for his pretty babybird. So he props himself up, turning you to face him, and showers you with a bunch of soothing kisses to make up for any kind of discomfort he might have caused you. It’s the least he could do, right? After all, as a hero, it’s his duty to make sure you’re properly taken care of.

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citrus-simp · 1 year

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I think Bakugou would rlly like the idea of an at home birth with Y/N. He’s read up in the benefits, being comfortable, and it being to your complete adjustment and comfort.

Will buy EVERYTHING u could want and need. Birthing pool, lots of towels and blankets. Will even buy a whole other bed for you if you asked for it. He also like the fact that you’ll be in a comfortable place where he knows is clean since he cleaned it. You don’t have to rush anywhere and you can ride out the contractions without worrying If you’ll get to the hospital in time, if they have enough beds, keeping you at the hospital for more than what’s needed. Plus it’ll all be centered around YOU & THE BABY ONLY!

Will have Kirishima let Deku in standby in case if a hospital run.hire the most expensive and experienced Doula possible. Only the best for you. When u start labor starts I think he’s the softest ever with you. Sure you need someone to be your rock but also someone to soothe and hold you. While the doula was on her way he offers you a nice hot shower to relax you

Hell say stuff like ->

“You’re okay baby, just lean on me”

“I’ve got you”

“This one is almost over”

“You’re so beautiful Y/N…you really are”

“I know it hurts right now but you’re strong and you’re almost done”

“Tell me what you need”

“Come baby another push closer to having her with us”

“You’re so close, you’re almost done”

“I know you’re tired but you’re nearly done okay?”

“Come on baby, you’re a fighter you’ve got this”

Want to be involved as much as he can when delivering the baby. Wherever you want or need him he’ll be there. Sitting behind you to support you, or to hold you up, or to count when you pushed or to even catch your baby.

In all Bakugou for home birth is a win in my book

#Bakugou #bakugou blurbs #domestic bakugou #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha blurb #Bakugou with his pregnant wife #dad bakugou #dilf bakugou

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treasuringizu · 2 years

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it’s 12 am and izuku gets a case of the munchies so he orders some food and he asks u if u want some. you say no bc you made some noodles earlier and say you’re kinda full but he knows you and he repeatedly asks if ure sure and ur like yeah you’re sure. and then when the food gets there ur watching him eat bc it smells so damn good and he’s side eyeing you the whole time with that look of his bc he knows what you’re thinking. you try to sneak some little bits from him and he pretends he doesn’t know even though he knows that you know that he knows. and u somehow end up on his lap with one of his arms around you eating most of it while the show both of u guys are currently watching together plays in the background. he even hand feeds you at one point or another, and you just don’t talk about it. and izuku doesn’t tell you that he just ordered extra anyways because he knew this would happen. not that he’s complaining.

#i was eating burger king and shared some with my bro bc he was hungry #and ofc i was also thinking abt izuku (when am i not) while eating and thought of this totally happen #lol i love him #marry me izuku!#izuku drabble #mha drabble #izuku blurb #mha blurb #bnha drabble #bnha blurb #deku x reader #izuku x reader #mha x reader #deku drabble #midoriya x reader #mha #.izuku #.kc writes #.drabble

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animekpopsimp · 1 year

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Imagine it's late at night and you're laying in bed with Dabi, both of you just staring at each other with nothing but love in your eyes. He has his head in your lap, feeling safe around you. For once, he's not hiding his feelings, there's a love-struck smile on his face. You're running a hand through his hair as you both lay there, ignoring the rest of the world. None of that matters to either of you. All either of you is thinking about is each other. Dabi had been hesitant in the beginning of your relationship, but over time he had learned to open up to you. He considered you a safe space, the only person he could confide in. You were the only person who looked at him with something other than disgust in your eyes, you didn't hate him or think his scars were ugly. You made him feel like a child again like he had somewhere to belong. Both you and Dabi cherished each other, and he would do anything to protect you. He would watch the world burn for you.

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scarlettriot · 2 years

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Katsuki Bakugou who enters the pie baking contest every year at the county fair. A panel of judges selects their favorite and every year since he was 15, he’s won. To the point almost no one competes against him because they’re destined to lose.

That is until you come along.

He didn’t even know who you were when you walked up to the judges table to drop off the three slices. Skin practically glowing in the late summer sun. Who the hell were you anyway?

He shook it off. There was no way some nobody was going to take that damn blue ribbon away from him.

But that was exactly what you did.

“THERE’S NO DAMN WAY THEIR’S IS BETTER THAN MINE!”

“Katsuki…” Eijiro tried calming down his fuming best friend, “you’re makin’ a scene, man.”

“If you don’t believe it, maybe you should try it for yourself?” He whirled around and stared you down. You wore an impossibly smug smile, holding out a fork and a perfectly plated slice just for him, and he wanted nothing more than to watch that smile fall.

He huffed and grabbed the fork from your hand, breaking into the flaky crust and popping the bite right into his mouth and instantly knew… he was done for.

The flavors bursted across his tongue, how’d you make it taste this rich!? He tried to figure it out until he swallowed.

“Well?”

“Tsk. Whatever.”

Yet he still snatched the plate before walking off into the crowd, barely hearing you ask if Eijiro wanted a piece too.

• • •

Three days later there’s a knock on your door. He had to ask around town to find out who you were and if anyone knew where you lived. Damn was it embarrassing. But he finally found his way to you.

He had a paper bag filled with groceries. “Teach me how to make that crust.”

Eijiro’s words played in the back of his mind, “Remember, be nice.” And so he added to the end of his request the quietest,

“please?”

#he’s definitely standing outside #shifting his weight from one foot to the other #anxious as fuck!#mha blurb #bnha blurb #bakugo katsuki #bakugo drabble #mha drabble #boomboomboi 💥#scar’s writing again 📕

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angelatsumu · 2 years

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tame. [nsfw]

in which izuku is so tired of his bratty sub misbehaving.

warnings: NSFW, minors dni. bratty!reader, afab!reader, mean!izuku, reader does not finish :(, little prep before penetration, spanking (lite), mention of "puppy" as a pet name

NSFW under the cut <3

“i said, knock. it. off” he’s gripping your hip with all his might, bruises surely forming beneath the fabric of your evening gown. he’s entirely prepared to ruin the gown, anything to get your stupid, puppy mouth to shut the fuck up about whatever it is you kept whining about. he’s lost count of how many times you pawed at his hands, his arms, his thighs. he’s certainly over the constant whining and pawing and questioning every single thing he says or does. your husband was a man of infinite patience, but you surely knew how to wear it thin. between your incessant chatter and the plethora of cameras flashing, he was dizzied with frustration and patiently waiting to give you the treatment you deserved.

he thinks he can make it through the gala without pulling you aside and disciplining you, and he almost did. unfortunately for him, you had begun to fawn and fall over Keigo Takami to the point of near embarrassment had he not been Prohero!Deku. Keigo’s none the wiser, indulging your sweet little mewls and praises merely because he loves a pretty woman in a pretty dress. the fella on your arm? to keigo he was just a friend. Izuku’s calm, cool, and collected as he ushers you away to the nearest bathroom. “’zuku where are we go-” ‘shut up, brat’. he’s cold when he forces you against the sink, your hands immediately planting to ground yourself as your peered into the mirror. you’re pouting as you see the green-haired male tower over you, unamused expression gracing his features. he’s quiet as he bunches your dress up, and you shiver as cool air meets your ass. he draws his hand back before it collides with your bare skin, tears immediately surfacing at the feel of the hard crack against you. he’s stoic as his eyes watch your body reel from his touch. he doesn’t care for your tears, and he delivers another hit to your reddening bottom. after about 10 smacks, not that you’d been counting, you hear the sound of a belt buckle followed by what sounds like a grunt. izuku’s hand tangles in your hair, tugging on it to force your gaze to the mirror. he’s staring through you like you’re the lowliest being he’d ever laid eyes on. “you’re gonna take it all, and you’re gonna shut the fuck up until i’m done.” you nod with tears in your eyes, coming to terms with the fact that you would not be cumming tonight.

without warning, he sheaths himself in your plushy cunt with full force, pausing when he’s fully inside. your mouth falls open at the sensation, cheeks becoming tear-stained at the burn of his cock stretching you beyond comparison. immediately he starts a hasty pace, hips snapping forward as his leaking tip kisses your cervix. with each drag of his cock inside your gummy walls, he huffs, eyes glaring at your reflection, almost like he resents you. he doesn’t, and you know this by the way his right hand lovingly soothes over the fat of your hips. he’s punishing you because he has to. “s’goddamn ti-tight,” he curses you, body hunching forward to lick at the shell of your ear, warm breath fanning along the nape of your neck. he’s close, cock twitching inside you with each pulsating squeeze of your cunt. he knows he’s not giving you enough to cum, and he wants to feel bad for using his adorably doting wife, but he doesn’t. your behavior had done nothing but betray you, and the thought of your bratty little hands all over another hero has his thrusts quickening, huffs and whimpers falling from your mouth as he fucks into you with all his might.

as tears begin to resurface in your precious eyes, you whimper an apology on deaf ears. izuku’s beyond your empty “i’m sorry daddy”’s; he needs to breed this little disobedient cunt like it deserves. so he does, cum painting your walls as he bites into the curve of your shoulder to muffle his moans. you’re awestruck, mouth hanging open at the sensation of his warm seed sloshing with each lazy thrust. he pulls out without another word, stuffing his softening cock into his pants again before pulling your dress down and helping you adjust your hair. when you spin around to face him, his thumbs caress your tear-stained cheeks, wiping away the speckles of mascara and salty tears. “good job, puppy. you’re such a good girl,” he coos to you sweetly, reaching for your clutch and pulling out your spare eyeliner stick and mascara. he helps you fix your makeup before pecking your cute little forehead, humming contently at the stupefied gaze your pretty little eyes held.

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darshy · 2 years

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(your hand)

it’s weird, at first. holding someone’s hand. especially in public, where everyone can see and judge. you don’t remember the last time you held hands with someone out in the open. perhaps when you were younger and crossing the street. that was easy because you were a kid.

you’re no kid now.

no, you’re twenty-three, in college. you have a quirk—it’s not special or anything. you’re an ordinary person.

an ordinary person, crossing the street, bloody and bruised. there’s a limp in your sluggish walk and you’re selfish enough to think ‘why isn’t this guy carrying me?’ but he’s already carrying two children in his right arm while pulling you along with his left. he’s injured too—worse than you, even. and he’s able to pull you.

you want to look back at the mess, see what you just survived, you guess. but your head is pounding and the guy holding your hand so tight is whispering to the children to look at him. to not glance back at the massacre. it makes sense, so you listen too—swiveling your head to watch the hero. he’s nothing better to look at with that busted lip of his, or the way he’s covered in soot and muck, except everything else seems to be worse, thus you watch.

of course, he’s no show. he’s nothing like your late night sitcoms you’d watch before bed. what you’d always watch before bed.

((you wonder, seeing as it’s bound to happen, if the hospital would have a tv for you to watch your shows on.))

the ground rumbles, causing you to slip over. you don’t fall because of the hand already pulling you back up. it’s the hero, and he’s panicking, maybe. his eyes widen, glance around, bounce back and forth between two buildings that stand tall in front of you. he grunts to himself, walks faster, your fingers linking together. everything is spinning, bile rises in your throat, but you keep it down by focusing on your locked hands. faintly, in the back of your mind, past the ringing in your ears, you hear the sounds of wailing. and screams. and explosions. and confusion.

you keep focus on your hands while everything sounds like the end of the world.

((this could be one of those action movies you’ve seen before. you don’t think you’re the hero(ine) though. perhaps a measly side character..?))

the four of you make it between the tall buildings. one of the kids is passed out, so the hero carefully sets him down. the other one snivels and rubs his nose into the neck of the hero. you begin to cringe, but stop—reasoning that if you were a kid, you’d probably do the same.

the hero turns to you. “do you have a quirk?” it feels awkward explaining to him your quirk, but he makes no indication on how he feels about it. he just stares.

“to be honest then..” he looks away, mumbles something, before turning back again. “honestly, i think all you can do is run.” he’s brutally honest.

“so..then what?” you ask. it hurts to do much of anything. even speaking feels as if cement is sliding down your throat.

he doesn’t answer, though. it doesn’t really look as if he has an answer. and, eventually, you both get too tired, so you slip to the ground. both of the kids are sleeping, maybe the hero is too, but you aren’t. you’re too alert of your surroundings. every crash causes you to flinch. a car horn worsens your headaches. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were in hell.

twenty seconds after that thought, you can’t feel your legs. your chest is compressed and you gasp and jerk upwards. it’s dusty, you can’t see, but there’s a warm breath muttering affirmations against your cheek. wet, sticky tears drip down your cheeks.

the hand still holds yours.

((at least you won’t die alone.))

#x reader #gn reader #22 #bnha blurb #will become a story on quotev #katsuki bakugou #shoto todoroki #eijirou kirishima #male bnha characters

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yanluvr · 3 months

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yan!shigaraki would pathetically fist his cock to pictures and videos he took of you when he believes you didn’t notice him. he follows you to your job, hangouts with your friends, and basically everywhere you go whenever he can; and if he can’t he’ll just sent one of the league members to watch you and report back to him. when shigaraki is playing his dating sims, he imagines the game’s love interest who is complimenting him is you. he only watches pornos if the person is a dom and shares some of the same figures as you.

shigaraki fantasizes about you pulling his hair and calling him names while also praising him and holding him close. he wants your lips to steal his first kiss, your hands and mouth to give him bruises and mark him as yours, and he wants you to have your way with him as you take his virginity.

when shigaraki sneaks inside your bedroom through your suspiciously open window, he goes to still whatever things he thinks you won’t notice are missing until he comes across a piece of paper that was being spot lit by your desk lamp. he walked towards the paper that was written in red ink spelling ‘surprise’. then out of nowhere you jump up from your hiding spot to tackle him onto your bed and put on quirk canceling handcuffs on him (where did you even get those?? he wondered).

you glared down at shigaraki like he was a useless insect, he really shouldn’t be turned on by this, but he is. your nonchalant expression turned sadistic as you watched your pathetic stalker try to blubber out excuses.

“well well well, the infamous leader of the league of villains stealing my clothes like a pathetic stalker. this is too funny. i should just call my many hero friends to take your dirty ass away… but fortunately for you, i pity you. so here’s what’s gonna happen.”

you run your hand down shigaraki’s twitching belly, unzipped the front of his pants, and slipped your fingers into his pre stained boxed to stroke his semi-hard cock into full hardness, all while he was whimpering pitifully and jerking his hips up along the movements of your hand. you watch his face like a hawk, grinning as you watch his expression change to lovesick and pleasure-filled.

“i’m going to give you the best fuck of your life, and in exchange: you’ll take me out on a date. we have a deal, stalker?”

shigaraki let out a shaky breath as he could feel the edge almost reach him, he nod his head and tried to resist kissing you right then and there. “y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want- oh god! f-fuck me, fuck me please!” he pleaded as his hands gripped onto your bedsheets for dear life.

oh you were gonna have so much fun with him.

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matchbet-allofthetime · 1 year

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Kurogiri Prompt Drabble

Kurogiri prompts- headband, alcohol, bar stool, jazz record

Outside the dim but beautiful bar, the storm raged as the heavy droplets hit the tin Roman tile roof. The storm had started up roughly an hour prior, only for a near-soaked frequenter to quickly hop in, shedding their raincoat among the hooks in the small room just before heading to sit directly on a red and silver barstool in front of the bartender- Kurogiri. An enigmatic but teasing fellow, always dressed smartly, the mist of his quirk flowing around him beautifully. “Ah, Kobu! What brings you here today?” He mused, taking in the patron’s state.

“Just wanted to say hi to my favourite bartender ever!” They spoke cheerily, adjusting their black headband and trying to get their wet hair out from over their eyes as Kurogiri prepared their usual: a non-alcoholic Shirley Temple, like they had requested since day one. He reached back to the shelf behind him, then to the one below him to get a few ingredients he needed. He always made theirs sweeter than normal. ‘To match them.’ He’d think.

“Do you tell every bartender you’re fond of such a line, I wonder?” He asks, side-eyeing them teasingly. He slid the drink over to them and they immediately placed money down plus enough to tip him 30% for the drink, proceeding to take a quick sip.

“Nope, just you! You’re the only bartender I’ve found that tolerates my excess rambling of things I enjoy. ‘Sides, you make the best damn Shirley Temple I’ve ever had and make for fine conversation.” They spoke cheerily, quickly going to eat the cherries. He only served to laugh in response, their multi-coloured eyes looking up at him with fondness from over the rim of their glass. They grinned. And in turn, he smiled, only to ask the same question he always did, a ritual of sorts:

“Is that so?”

#kurogiri #bnha #bnha blurb #mha #mha writing #bnha writing #oc insert #i wrote this sometime in... 2021 or 2020? can't remember which though #drabble #fic #ficlet #dohma.txt

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luvindrr · 2 months

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touya todoroki

Touya makes you breakfast in bed fluff, gn!reader, 339 words

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ki-ka-katsuki · 2 years

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It's 04:00am and he's thinking of you. ☆ character: Aizawa Shouta ☆ reader: female, aged-up ☆ rating: fluff, mature content / very slight nsfw ☆ warnings: suggestive themes ☆ word count: 1001

⇢ Bakugou's 04:00am thoughts ⇢ masterlist

a/n: this makes the second piece to my 04:00am thoughts series. if you want to, feel free to let me know whom I should do next. enjoy!

Defeated and tired from yet another day of preparing exams and planning class trips, he drags himself up from his old armchair to grab the lukewarm cup of coffee from the machine. His eyes, barely opened, are dull with exhaustion when he takes a careless glance at the old alarm clock, counting away minute after minute in what feels like mere seconds. 04:34 am, it says, on a chilly Friday morning.

Normally, he tries to keep his Fridays as free from work as possible. Two days off in a week of seven is just nowhere near enough. You spend one of them recovering from plodding around non-stop and the other preparing for the repetition. What a stupid custom, really. If he had the power to change it somehow, he would. But he doesn’t, so instead, he makes time for just half a day more. As much as his schedule allows him to, at least. And he makes it clear to everyone that if they have business with him on a Friday, they better be quick about it. Because after his early morning class, he’s gone.

Though today is a bit different from that.

Taking a sip from his cup, Aizawa leans against the wooden cabinet and takes a look out the window. In about twelve hours he’s going to pick you up from that train station down there, right where the bakery’s old ventilation engines drone peacefully, greeting occasional passersby, without rest.

Sigh.

He’s too old for this. Waiting like a small puppy, impatient and fidgety, for someone to finally arrive. To ease that demand for attention. Yet it seems he can’t quite fight that feeling because you’re not just anyone.

You’re his little secret. His new-found spark of hope that love hasn’t completely desert his heart yet, and he wants to trust it this time.

On that train a few months ago, when you had the courage to ask him for directions, he was sure you would fade into the obscurity of his mind just like the rest of the passengers. Ever since he became a teacher, he couldn’t allow himself to waste his capacities on trivial things anymore. Like memorizing someone’s face, let alone their name. But then you thanked him so kindly, so genuinely and with such authentic relief that he couldn’t help but wonder whether there was even the slightest chance he would get to meet you again someday. So that he could help you out once more, like on that day. Just to hear you speak such honest words again, like a breath of fresh air, causing all of his daily stress and concerns to fade away for just a bit.

Aizawa chuckles lowly, the corners of his mouth raising into a gentle, tired smile. He can feel his breathing increase a little at the thought of how he found you two days after that train ride. In front of a grocery store by the station, crouching down to collect a bunch of oranges that had fallen from an elderly woman’s grip. Your cheeks were flushed pink from the glowing sun rays as you waved her goodbye. And you still wore that beautiful smile when you turned around, ready to go home.

But then your eyes spotted a familiar silhouette standing on the other side of the street. It took a moment for you to realize, yet when it hit you, the last thing you could hear was the sharp breath you drew before the thumps of your heartbeat drowned out your entire surroundings.

Slowly, your feet carried you towards him, parted lips turning upwards as the distance between you dwindled.

“It’s you!”

It’s you.

Truly, it felt like fate.

To him, your presence is like a blessing, one that wants to be cherished with care – and he’s willing to try again. He’s far from perfect, he knows that – and by now, you do too – but with the way you admire him every time you meet, with the way you bring his flaws to his attention so respectfully, it seems he has found a reason to hope.

Today, on a rainy day at the end of September, he’s going to keep his promise and take you into his home for the first time. It’s ridiculous how the mere fact that he’ll be able to have you so close without anyone to see won’t let him sleep tonight. If it wasn’t for you, he might seriously fall asleep again during class – when everyone’s busy solving overly complex questions.

Another sigh escapes his lips as Aizawa turns his gaze over to his bedside table, a prickling sensation spreading in his stomach as he remembers how he made sure it wasn’t empty.

Again, he’s too old to be worrying so much, but you’re special to him. He wants to treat you right, so he lets you make all the decisions today. However you want to spend the night together, he doesn’t care as long as you’re alone and comfortable within the confines of his apartment.

Little does he know how you’re already tossing and turning in your bed right now, thinking of him in similar ways.

Your heart is beating with such force you wonder whether it might knock you out any second. No matter how hard you try to calm yourself down, the fuzzy feeling in your lower belly just won’t come to rest. You feel ashamed somehow, having these thoughts about a man you haven’t even kissed yet.

It's already 04:59 am, the rain has started pattering against your window as well, and you’re caught in that drowsy state between sleep and waking. A very abstruse and confusing state in which you find yourself struggling to tell apart reality from imagination.

Though one thing is certain: the man who has you feeling this excited and nervous in the middle of the night is undeniably real, and there are only 11 hours left until you’ll be able to make sure of that one more time – and afterwards, forever.

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7 hc’s for a bakugou who loses his quirk after fighting a villain

-devastated. Completely just broken

-would probably go into a deep depression. He’s been training and working so so so hard for years on end just for it to end doing what he loved.

-you of course are there every step of the way. Every time you’d walk in on him trying to spark back up his quirk. How there would be a brightness in his eyes if he thought he felt a spark. The way he’d sit in bed just zoned out thinking of god knows what

- wouldn’t want any kind of attention, can’t face his peers or even his mentors. He feels like a failure. You always try and comfort him as best as you can but you know what he lost and what it meant to him. You would remind him that he’s still a hero not just to you but everyone who knows his name

-He still trains his body just like any other day, sometimes you do have to step in or he’ll push himself much too hard thinking he could “get the quirk to come back by training hard enough”

-sometimes the reality is too much to face. To know he can no longer fight as a hero, at most he can work with the hero’s but not be in the actions like he was before. Over time he would still try and learn to accept it but would look at the sky and ask into oblivion “why?”

#bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bnha #Bakugou blurbs #bnha x reader #king bakugou x reader #mha blurb #bnha blurb #damn thag got sad real fast

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 4 months

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Pro-hero Dynamight who loves having his pretty little partner working for his agency.

He gets the biggest kick out of flustering you too, ignoring your weak protests when he comes up behind you in the copy room, pressing soft open mouthed kisses to your neck as he presses you into the counter

All he does is chuckle when you whine about someone possibly seeing, his breath warm against your skin. “What’s the point of owning the building if I can’t love on you anytime I want?”

#bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #Bakugou blurb #t.writes #thecowboyanonwrites

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