#bnha.✒

[prettyiwa]

I’m really curious about bakugo (fake dating)!Please tell us more and post a snippet 🙏

Ah, yeah, Hit Me Before I Knew It is one I've been very anxious to finish, tbh! I get a lot of anxiety writing about incredibly popular characters in active fandoms and BNHA has always been one that intimidates me. Nailing his characterization is so important to me that I scare myself away from actively working on it ahahahaha

I want for Reader to be a consultant for hero agencies and police departments as a quasi-truth detector with her quirk (being able to detect when someone is being disingenuous and being able to charm them to an extent to help them talk). Her and Bakugo have a great working relationship because she enjoys that he's unapologetically himself. By the time he has a favor to ask of her, they've been friends for about two years, and he only asks to get Kirishima off his back about having a good balance between work and personal life.

His words ring true with nothing telling your quirk that he’s deceiving you. Not that you would expect any less—it’s why DynaMight is one of your favorite heroes, both on and off the clock. Honesty is a trademark of his, almost brutally, and it makes working with him all the easier. You never have to worry or guess with him because he’s achingly—annoyingly—sincere in everything he does. So the second you finish processing his request, once you understand what he’s asking of you, it’s a no-brainer. “It’s fine. You don’t have to—” “Okay.” “What?” “I said 'okay.' I'll do it. I'll be your pretend girlfriend. Whatever you need, right?” you answer easily, reminding him of your offer of friendship two years prior. Gratitude sits on the tip of his tongue, hesitant to come out as though it would change your relationship more than your acceptance does. Before he can stumble over what thanks he has to offer, you give him an out— “So which friend do I need to convince? Do I know them?” “Tsk. Who else would it be? Red Riot. Keeps talking some shit about balancing work life and personal.” His annoyance is palpable as he looks away from you, remembering whatever concerns Red Riot must have thrown his way. “Ah, yes. I’m familiar with that talk. Well, that’ll take a little more work given how well he knows you.” That’ll take a lot of work given how well he knows both of you. Granted, he’s never seen you two together so he’s unfamiliar with the dynamic, but he’s always been quick to pick up on any discomfort on your end and you can only imagine it’s worse when it comes to Bakugo. You feel that familiar pang of hunger before realizing it’s been hours since you last ate. With your increased caseload, you would typically order food for delivery and work until it’s complete, but with Bakugo here and things to figure out… “Say, do you want to grab food with me? We should hammer out some details if I’m to be your pretend girlfriend.”

#📨.incoming #💜.aya #this fic is a different kind of difficult too but i really wanna finish it for marquie #i've been v painfully watching the series play out as an excuse to not write it ahahaha #thank you for your curiosity!! #✒.ix writes #hmbiki #bnha.✒

[takami-takami]

Keigo Takami — Nsfw Alphabet

6k. Hawks x Reader. Minors dni.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oh, Keigo is sickly sweet.

All that post-orgasmic fuzziness is getting funneled directly back towards you: the object of his affections. Every chemical that bursts and pops in his brain when he comes inside you is getting channeled right back into plentiful doting, post-sex. 

Keigo's aftercare… It's riddled with indulgent pampering. You know how some dogs bring you their favorite toy to make you happy? Yeah. It's kinda like that. If you had feathers, he'd preen them between his fingertips.

Keigo's the kind of dom who's primary form of aftercare is giving aftercare. He needs to see his hands soothe and treat you like royalty in order to be normal. At his core, Keigo is quite the sensory, visual creature. When he sees your eyes slit shut like a purring cat beneath his touch, that's when he finally allows himself to breathe.

The hero who is so desperate to help and wants to see people smile more than anything, to the point that it disintegrates him, finally being given a healthy outlet for all those urges to protect and provide and keep you safe? Yet it's still a kind of "work" that satisfies his workaholic nature without feeling like work at all? And it simultaneously serves as the purest, most soothing indulgence he's ever had the pleasure to sink his teeth into? 

Oh my god. It makes him normal.

Physical touch is a big one. He's a bit handsy and gets in your personal space, but you don't mind one bit, so it bodes well for the both of you. If you let him pull you into the bath with him after, he likes to wash and run his palms along your body even though you're perfectly capable of doing something like that yourself. His little "let me, babe" is an instruction and a beg all at once. Expect him to get a bit playful with the bubbles, though. 

Part of why Keigo loves baths with you is because of the part where you turn him over, gently preening and pinching the bristles of each feather until his brain melts to goo once more.

You're going straight to bed after. No buts. You deserve some well-earned rest after you did so good for him. Keigo made sure to start buying the softest blankets and pillows he could find after you started getting intimate together. Don't ask him why.

Keigo doesn't shy away from verbal affirmations, either: "Oh, baby, you did so good for me", "you're perfect", "I'm so proud of you." He never did like holding back his true feelings on things, and speaking to you is no different. He is going to let it spill and that's that.

For aftercare that he needs personally, be sure to reflect how much his aftercare helps you and be honest about what you need! Whether they're verbal or not, he's quite skilled at understanding cues. It's good for him to be shown the fruits of his actions for a change, even if he doesn't think he needs it. 

It's good for him as much as you.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Keigo never stopped to think about his favorite part of his body. If you asked him, he'd likely cock his head to one side like a doberman puppy given a command they can't exactly interpret on the spot.

He supposes everyone expects him to answer with the word "wings"— even though those closest to his inner circle would balk at such a notion, knowing how complicated that whole situation is. Yes, and no. 

The answer comes easily, after he meets you. Keigo likes the way you look into his eyes. In that way, he learns to love them.

He abhors his hands, but he worships yours. Every bump and ridge, the sharp roundness of each knuckle, the length of each finger. The way you hold him, the way you touch him. He'd shudder in recounting this, if you were to ask him what parts of you he likes best.

He also adores chests. That skin-to-skin contact is soothing; and although he can hear your heartbeat through his feathers already, pressing his ear directly against the source grounds him deeply. It makes him feel ablaze and at peace all at once, the bareness of your skin.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This boy cums a lot. Like… Genetically. He's blessed. Whatever god is out there gave him the right equipment for his breeding kink in a stroke (ha) of good luck.

Keigo cums sticky, excessive, fat ropes— his backshots are insane, his facials outrageous, his creampies coating the sides of his cock white and spilling out of you before he even can pull out because there's just not enough room for all his cum inside you.

Keigo is a gentleman, so he will ask your input respectfully beforehand without letting his desires slip through the cracks when he pants the question, "where do you want me?"

But you both know the truth.

You're perfectly aware there is nowhere else his poor, sad, pathetically needy dick would rather burst and throb than stuffed deep inside you. Balls deep, as flush as your bodies can practically go, subtly grinding against your ass rather than thrusting because he would rather die than pull out even a fraction while he's in the midst of an orgasm this good.

The orgasms he experiences when he's inside you are the closest Keigo will get to religion.

How else is his cock supposed to get milked? Not inside of you? Fuck out of here.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He, uh… Likes to be humiliated and talked down to. And stepped on... A lot. More than a lot. It makes his brain go fuzzy with the lack of control. Don't ask him where that kink comes from. Really, don't worry about it!

Keigo is also the type of guy to swear he's not into feet (he's into feet). No, really, he just thinks your boots suit you and he swallows a lot around them because he's just so fascinated with the, uh… The style. Yeah. You can prop your feet up on him like a footrest, if you want. It's intimate, or something— whatever, just do it.

Can he kiss them? Can he unlace your boots? Do you want a foot massage tonight, babe? It's no inconvenience, really, don't worry about it, he insists… Please? Fuck, please, would you let him touch you, your skin is so soft, he promises he's been so good please god just let him feel your soles against his hot, throbbing cock— I mean his hands. When he massages them. As a favor to you. 

Fuck, his dick is hard now. That's your fault. This is all your fault for wearing sleek leather and not ordering him to rut against it like a fucking dog. Leather boots as a "fashion choice" his ass, you're torturing him. You have to be doing this on purpose. That's your fault, not his, but he's sorry anyway if that means you'll punish him by stepping on his dick so gently with your—

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin loser.

But no, seriously, Keigo has had neither the time nor the cognitive space to stop and consider his own sexuality, let alone experiment with it. It's not like he would have trusted anyone enough to do so with, anyway. Fat fucking chance.

As far as whether he knows what he's doing, he starts off tentative and curious, absorbing the information of your body and voice like a damn sponge. When he tests the waters, so to speak, he starts slowly and observes any miniscule quirk of your muscles, every hitched breath in response to the stimuli he offers.

Keigo is a quick learner and a perfectionist. Don't expect him to take the backseat for long.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary.

Undoubtedly, missionary. He's romantic, like that.

What more could a man want? Your ankles hooked across the small of his back, his right hand entwined with yours while his left kneads every inch of your body, focusing on petting your sex whenever he wants to hear your voice whine for him. 

Keigo gets the perfect view like this. He can absorb all you have and breathe it into his lungs and swallow it while he gulps down your image like a sacreligious idol. Like an angel. Like worship.

The connection of it all maddens him. He adores the way he can press your thighs up and into a mating press if he so pleases, deep enough to stuff your guts full of him and make you sob gooey tears with how good it feels. It allows him unbridled access to your thighs, your chest, your hands, your mouth (which he plays with unashamedly like his favorite toy. Fingers, tongue, lips.)

God help him, Keigo loves missionary.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As serious as Keigo wants to take the love you share, for every intimate night you make love and absolutely nothing else, there's another day he makes you laugh so hard your chest aches like a bruise in bed.

Keigo can be a brat. A little shit, a pain in the ass. This is no secret. Still, every joke and nibble and tackle and moan is utterly saturated. It's sticky. It's lovesick.

He likes to banter in battle, and that switch doesn't turn off when the conflict is between the sheets. There are nights he simply allows himself to be your pillow princess, laid back and spoiled in the fluff of your bed like it's made of heated cashmere; and there are other nights you grant Keigo the holy sacrament of servicing you while you simply lounge and watch him do what he does best. 

Those nights, not many words are exchanged. There's no need to say them.

You get each other.

Even so, you cannot count the amount of times you've choked "shut the fuck up" through laughter over the years, when sex looks more like tussling than worship. It's stress relief as much as it is bonding, play as much as it is intimacy. Still, Keigo keeps a good balance of humor and seriousness.

Can't have all work and no play, can he? He never was a dull boy.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Keigo has trimmed hair that is still blonde, but slightly darker than the hair on his head. It's well-kept. 

He keeps his chest bare, unfortunately, to look photogenic for his modeling gigs and such. But after many nights spent begging and pleading on your knees, Keigo sort of considers keeping the happy trail. After the night you traced your tongue down the trail toward his cock, promising he'll get this kind of treatment if he keeps it, Keigo never shaves it again.

Oh, Keigo's happy trail… It crawls up his navel and stops just short of his belly button; dark and noticeable, but a little sparse, kind of like the scruff on his chin. It makes him look more rugged while simultaneously making him appear prettier somehow, because Keigo is nothing if not unfairly contradictory and magnificent in everything. Asshole. 

You suppose anything would look good with those abs as a backdrop, though.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect?

Keigo never knew intimacy before he met you. It sounds like hyperbole, the word never; but whether people believe him or not, it doesn't erase the decades of longing for no one and nothing in particular, a parasocial ghost that both plagued him and kept him trudging forward. 

Keigo builds community for others, working to connect their hearts… Why wasn't he invited, again? Oh well, that doesn't matter to him. That's not why he does the work he does. His own happiness is never why Keigo does fucking anything. 

It's for the greater good. And Keigo is worse than everyone else, isn't he? It makes sense why he wouldn't be invited. He never stopped to question that.

You don't touch him like he's dirty, though. The first time your palm slid up his throat, he stiffened and trembled like a twig that might have snapped beneath your boot; but when you hush him this softly, he's a stray kitten in your maws, plucked and wrapped for the first time in fleece and warmth and love. For as feral as the world made him, Keigo is at his core quite a domestic thing. You put him back in place when you make love to him.

In turn, Keigo offers himself to you. It's not much, but it's yours if you'll have it, he says. The louder he gets when you fuck him, the more you realize he's opening up his lungs like buds awake from frost. 

You know from experience what that's like. He opens you up, too.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Keigo had to go through a bit of a journey to arrive where he's at. 

Namely, over the course of his sad little life, he underwent three categorical phases. Do not mind the tiered nature of the following sections. This shift was, in actuality, torturously gradual; like having one's body dragged forward by its ankles, finally accepting you have no say in where it's headed after a few desperate claws at denial.

Jerking off was a chore, a half-assed attempt at wringing the frustration of a long day out of his body and letting it wash down the drain on Sunday nights— every other time of the week was booked to the nines with hero work. Ten minutes for yanking it, tops. If Keigo timed his sessions with a stopwatch, he'd fall just short of the millisecond every time. Score. Efficiency. Plop down in bed and go straight to sleep after so you don't have to think about how lonely that whole experience just made you feel.

Enter, scene: you. After meeting you, masturbation just wasn't the same. It frustrated him that he even had to use the same word to describe it, because as far as Keigo was concerned, this was not the same activity in the slightest. Those were the golden years, when jerking off felt less like "rubbing one out" and more like "this is how it feels to drown in liquid gold. This is how it feels to have your cause of death be every neuron in your brain spontaneously combusting in a fit of pleasure. This is how it feels to be in love." The first time he allowed himself to touch his cock to the thought of you, Keigo swore he saw god; and when he finished an hour later, the back of his hand was chewed to whimpering bits. Yeah, those were the golden years.

And here we are, back to square one. After you finally get together, Keigo is back to square one. What do you mean he has to use his own hand when he's on missions away from you? What do you mean he can't cum inside you? This sucks. This blows. It's not the same, and for all his patience and respectability, the lack of passion when he touches himself kills Keigo with sexual frustration. The only thing it accomplishes is planting a pathetic whimper of "fuck, I miss them" in his head while he pants post-orgasm in a shitty motel bed alone at two in the damn morning. You do get a really cute text message after every time; something chaste like "missing you tonight <3." It's so obvious. You simply have to laugh.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, obviously. 

Dumbification, both ways. Thinking is overrated! And honestly, he deserves a bit of a break from all the whirring that goes on in his overheated, overworked, cognitive machine of a brain. Something about the responsibility for guiding his partner through it when he's the one who doms is special to him, too.

Oral fixation, because he's the cutest little biter. He chews. Keigo also gets lost with his mouth latched onto your chest, flicking his eyes upward periodically when he has the mental faculties to think for half a second (which is not all that often, when his mouth is full, his lips are pursed, and his tongue is lapping its fill.) He also adores giving head!

Subspace, too— Keigo is a fiend for subspace, either guiding you through it or getting lost in it, himself.

Huge fan of edging and overstim. Keigo is not a physical sadist at all, he never wants to make you cry out of pain; but tears of frustration are not just "on the table," they're a goddamn feature. He is such a pain in the ass. You can't blame him for being insufferable, for stopping just short of your orgasm when you want to cum and forcing more out of you when you think it's too much. He's just having so much fun!

Keigo is the kind of guy to edge you when you say you're close and click his teeth dramatically before he goes, "ahhh, shucks, baby. What was that? Did you ask for something? I didn't hear you that time. Ask nicer." 

He tilts his chin to the side and taps his ear with two stiff fingers when he leans in, invading your space as he mockingly orders: "Say it louder for me." 

And after you throw your little fit about how mean he's being, how he’s such a bully, Keigo finally feels emboldened to move onto the next phase. He makes you feel good until you're sobbing, expertly dragging climax after climax out of your body until you're so overstimulated you can barely speak and are lacking more than a few electrolytes. In which case, Keigo will make a point to laugh at your complaints. He'll say, "aww, I thought you liked coming? Aren't I being nice? Don't pout, I'm just giving you what you asked for!"

This is not so much a kink, but he likes the title daddy because of the trust, affection, and protective responsibility being 'daddy' implies. Assuming responsibility during sex feels like home to him; because for the first time in his life, he has a healthy outlet for those urges and instincts that have caused him so much trouble. He admits in canon to being desperate to be of use and help, after all— oh, and along that same vein, he loves to service top.

Keigo thinks the title "sir" is really cute too! But mostly, he treasures the nicknames and pet names you come up with for him. His names of "Keigo Takami" or "Hawks" have never felt stable for him growing up. So nicknames are nice, for a change.

And he has a mommy kink because of his mommy issues. You'll actually have to be very gentle about this because he absolutely does not recognize where it comes from at all.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed. Anywhere in his home, really— surfaces, the floor, cabinets somehow— but he especially prefers to take you in bed. It's not a nest thing, trust me (it totally is).

The way Keigo's quirk works isn't an actual animal quirk, so he's not literally a bird and his bed is not literally a nest. But he does possess a number of birdlike oddities, and this is one of them! 

He also just feels safe, secure, and at ease in his home (not the one from the commission, his actual home). Given his whole thing about his little roosting place in canon, it makes sense that the bedroom holds special significance to Keigo in particular.

Keigo bought you some blankets. He really, really hopes you like them. 

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Service. Pleasure and sensation is fantastic for him, he thrives in it, but eroticism is cognitive for him as well (or, ya know, lack of cognitive during dumbification). Don't get him wrong, a simple "woah!" and a popped half-chub from seeing you shirtless is still something that definitely happens, but he can be a complex man, too. He promises.

Most of all, Keigo is an observant sponge. He likes to watch, to study, to learn, to analyze, to perfect— like a cat confined in an enclosure given toys and apt time to chase and solve as a form of enrichment.

Sex is special and a bonding activity, but as much as he's a sucker for the plain old basics— the romantic part of it all— it's no surprise that Keigo gains a great deal of satisfaction from gently mapping the parts of your psyche that make you tick. And obviously, as Keigo is one for outcomes, just mapping you out isn't enough for him. 

He should be able to play with the fruits of his labor, too, no? The satisfying pop of your last brain cell has something of a Pavlovian effect for him. That's when the real fun of it begins. 

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any heavy impact play. This is an absolute no from him. He doesn't want to do it with tools like flogs, whips, etc; but it's especially worse when it's his own hands. He can't exactly pinpoint why, though (poor birdie has a thing about his hands being dirty). For that matter, he dodges anything that would bring you more physical pain than, say, a firm tap. Keigo does enough of that at his job, he doesn't want to hurt his baby, too. 

A couple love taps on the cheek or thigh are the most you'll get, but the way he does it is more than enough to get your brain fuzzy. He's a biter and scratches a bit, though! So if you're into pain, this is where you'll find common ground.

Never call him filthy or dirty, or ever imply he is either of those things, even as a joke or to tease him. 

He's not a fan of choking, but specifically when he's the one doing it. Again, it reminds him of his job. He's okay being choked himself, though, since he believes he's perfectly capable of handling himself (and he's used to putting his life on the line, anyways).

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Most are familiar with the "Keigo-drowns-between-your-thighs-and-dies-happy" headcanon at this point, but the classics are classics for a reason. 

He prefers giving over receiving. It's not even close, honestly. Your orgasms against his tongue satisfy him more than his own— not that he won't be touching himself while he goes down on you. Because he absolutely will.

Rough day? He'll eat it from the back to cheer himself up. 

Good day? He tops it off with you on top of his face, of course.

Mediocre day? Fuck it, he's on his knees and his mouth is on you before his keys hit the table, anyways.

One of your fondest memories you recount to him endlessly (to his embarrassed chagrin) is a night you two were roleplaying in bed. The slippery fucker thought he was slick, tied to the bedpost as he attempted to— in character and in scene— subtly propose you sit on his face as a "punishment" in that pathetic little oh no, whatever will I do type of voice. 

His face flushed scarlet when you burst into laughter over him, breaking character and nearly busting a lung in the process. 

Oral? As punishment? For Keigo? Did he actually think you were going to buy that? Oh my god. You never let him live it down.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood and yours. Oftentimes, you find yourselves synced and on similar wavelengths; but other times, as all couples inevitably see, there's a bit of a mismatch between sharp and smooth desires. On those nights, Keigo takes the liberty of defaulting to softness. 

He easily slows his pace when you tell him you want it syrupy and molten, regardless of how pent up he is. But more interestingly, Keigo is able to see when your "give it to me rough" doesn't reach your eyes. 

When you ask for rough sex with your hands clutching his tee shirt and a shaky look in your eye, that's when Keigo rolls up his sleeve and kisses you softly. If you pitch a fit, he'll shush it away. Both wrists are kissed, and both thighs are placed reverently on his shoulders. 

"Why are you doing that," you ask.

"Because I like you a whole lot, dummy," he answers, pecking a kiss on your tummy. "Let me show you how much?"

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

When it comes down to it, Keigo is a hero. His career comes first, so quickies are a delightful inevitability in this line of work. Given his particular gift for espionage and the equipment he carries to boot (feathers, baby), the chances of anyone catching him in the act are slim enough to slide under the door to the broom closet he's fucking your brains out in.

But make no mistake, just because Keigo can break you down quickly doesn't mean he prefers it. He'd much rather take you in his bed achingly, ironically slow for a man so beloved for his speed. He'd rather be meticulous with you, but he can't always get what he wants exactly when he wants it. Self control is unfortunately a thing he has to consider, he'd sigh.

He's still going down on you during quickies, though. No way in hell he'd deny himself that.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Keigo is quite careful with you. He cradles you in his maws like fresh fruit fit to burst— sinking his canines just enough to pierce your skin and sample your juices, but never using enough pressure to cause you any tangible damage. He wouldn't want to hurt his baby, even if part of him does want to deconstruct you a little; just not in a destructive sense. His preferred method of breaking down is to coax out your moans the way a gardener coaxes the sprout of his very own harvest.

That being said, once Keigo becomes comfortable enough with you to let the guard dog in his heart rest in your lap, he is open to a surprising amount, sexually speaking. Whatever it is, he's clever enough to find a way to make it sexy— and if a certain kink or position doesn't work out as planned, he's grounded enough to remain confident you can both get a laugh out of it together, at least. 

You just get each other like that, you and him; and fuck, if that isn't the hottest thing in the world to him. 

He feels safe enough with you to treat your bed like a playground and a temple all at once. Keigo stops and considers his new life one night as he takes the BDSM test with you, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a mouth still spilling crumbs from that night's takeout. His chest hurts from laughing, his heart is fuller than his stomach; and for the first time in his life, another person feels like home to him.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Multiple. Many. Numerous.

This is Keigo's forte, his wheelhouse, his territory. You're out of your mind if you think you can outlast this man, but it's cute of you to try.

Your attempts to keep your sorry little mind held together by willpower and duct tape for just a little while longer are absolutely adorable to him. He'll use that against you, too.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Keigo doesn't own any toys— well, he didn't, before he met you. A few painful months after he realized it was actually you that made his heart beat, he buys a fleshlight to kind of, sort of, maybe pretend it's you. 

Disrespectful, yeah. He knows. But it's better than the alternative. He can't afford to get you mixed up into his life; and if fucking a chunk of silicone every couple of nights to unscramble the plague of you from his head and make it normal (it makes it worse) is the sacrifice Keigo has to make, then call him Japan's number one martyr, because he's going to wring his money's worth out of the damn thing (and his cock).

Once Keigo gets over that thinly-veiled form of self-sabotage, he buys a couple of toys to use on you, instead.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Life's unfair, sweetheart.

That's what Keigo tells you, smile wide and gloved hands clasped behind his back as he encircles your bed.

He adores his handiwork, tied up, gagged, and stuffed in every orifice. He's not a sadist, he swears! He just wants to… Overwhelm you a little. It's fun! And it's not Keigo's fault, really, that he likes to play with his food.

Honestly, he's doing you a favor by teasing you to bits! You like it, don't you? All pouts and "please"s, but the moment he takes away that stimulation you nearly throw a fit (how adorable. Keigo adores his little brat.)

The only comfort granted to you is the sound of his voice, all buttery rich and familiar; but even that notion carries a caveat. The words he decides to spill aren't exactly fair. Condescending bits of praise he knows will get you to whimper for him just right, questions he knows you can't answer properly in this state…

Point is, Keigo will use every resource available to be unfair to you because he's the worst combination of perfectionist and pain in the fucking ass. If he doesn't edge you up to the damn millisecond before an orgasm, Keigo won't consider it a job well done; and a job insufficiently done is not a job done at all. He'll have to give it another go until he does it right. 

… And another, and another, for good measure.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Keigo is loud. 

He's embarrassingly, heart-wrenchingly loud. The oh-god-did-I-leave-the-window-open kind of loud, especially when he subs. He's such a fucking baby about it; like he's crying for attention, for you. Poor thing. Whimpering, moaning, sniffling for attention like a puppy with its tail between its legs peeking from between a dog crate's bars.

Keigo never was one to hold himself back or keep his mouth shut— he's not the shy type, exactly— and you look like the type of person to be into that kind of shit, anyway, he'd attest later with an infuriating smile. 

Is he wrong? He rarely is. Bastard.

But regardless, Keigo tends to run his mouth. His voice is his most precious weapon to use against you when he's on top, too— sharper than any feather he's ever grown, that's for damn sure. His dirty talk reveals his silver tongue and charisma more than anything.

Keigo is a switch, but he enjoys the luxury of changing your mood quite quickly with his voice alone. He doesn't have to try hard at all to get you into subspace or domspace, really. All it takes is a "make me" to get you to be mean to him, a "please" to get you to pamper him, a "watch it" to get you to shrink, a "poor baby" to get you to melt.

He's not the only one that's well-trained, it seems.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

His wings puff up a little when he cums. Like a Ghibli character, yeah.

When he's babbling while he gets a good lay, dick wet and balls deep into a real good fuck, Keigo's wings shudder from the shoulderblades to the wingtips. They flap a few times for good measure, uncontrolled with arousal. It's not like he couldn't suppress the instinct to do so. It's just that he knows it drives you wild to see him as authentic and raw as he wishes he could be. 

It's a little unconscious, but moving his wings during sex also entices your hands to play with them a little. You always did like to fidget, and what better way to peacock in front of his precious partner than to flap their favorite fidget toy within arm's reach? 

It's mutually beneficial, thank you very much. You get a little something to grip on to while he blows your back out, and Keigo gets to blow his load while you tug at an erogenous zone arguably more sensitive than his cock. 

It's a win-win.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The wishful thinking answer is that he is big but not like, ouch big, about 6 inches or so. HOWEVER, realistically, this is not the case. There is evidence to consider.

His pants are very baggy. This raises questions. Nobody wears pants that baggy at the crotch all the fucking time unless they are packing. He also carries a certain energy with him. BDE or whatever. So this bumps him up to about 6.5-7 inches as an estimate. But honestly, it's difficult to say! Because Keigo is also not particularly tall or anything.

It curves a bit upward when he's rock hard and it slaps against his stomach when he's on his back. Mostly smooth save for a few prominent veins. Nothing crazy, but enough to be visually appealing or trace if you want to. His dick is ever so slightly darker than the rest of him and a bit flushed, especially at the tip. The head is proportional/average and swells darker when he's hard or edged.

Huge breeder balls. They're sensitive, too. And he gives insane cumshots. Like, he cums a lot. A lot. His backshots are out of this world. Fat, sticky ropes. A gift for his breeding kink, truly. 

He has a very, very pretty dick. Like the kind you'd look at and go "wow, congrats man" and give him a firm handshake. The kind of dick you stick a little blue award ribbon that says "best in show" on and pop a confetti popper.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high at all, interestingly. It's pretty par for the course, for a man his age; if not a bit dampered at times by his constant business and overworked nature.

When Keigo gets into it, he gets into it, sure, but his drive isn't really on the higher side. It's more of an "on" and "off" switch that he has a pretty solid handle on. His cool head up top tends to trump the hot one between his legs. 

Well. You kind of throw a monkey wrench in that whole system, but that's okay. No, really, it's cool. He still is able to begrudgingly do the same old routine, this time through gritted teeth and with a head nearly thunked against the wall in agonized frustration.

When you send him racy pics before his afternoon patrol, it technically is possible for him to will his boner down and think of something else. And that is what he ultimately decides to do— just with a little footnote tucked away for later. 

He'll get you back. He always does.

- ̗۪۪̥̀৩ु˖❥ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eepy. Falls asleep on top of you, cradled like a teddy bear. Zzzzz.

#✒ writing #smut #🌶 spice #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #minors dni

[canonrpfinder]

Hello hello!! 23 non-binary here looking for a variety of CC/CC roleplays. I’m not too picky about pairings for the most part. I write in 3rd person and response length varies depending on the context of the situation but I can usually write around 2-5 paragraphs, and prefer at least one minimum. Roleplay partners must be 18+. I rp over discord only- just DM me here at lildeathbug if interested bc I won’t be checking likes (I’ll forget).

I have a few plots on hand but if you don't like any of them we can come up with one together!

I love discussing and building off of ideas. I enjoy chatting OOC about anything under the sun. Mood boards, aesthetics, etc.

The fandoms and then the characters I rp as will be listed, we can talk about pairings together!

BNHA: Izuku Midoriya, I can try Katuski Bakugo, Hitoshi Shinsou, Shouto Aizawa

Marvel: Loki, Tony Stark, James Barnes, Harley Keener

Hetalia: Alfred Jones (USA), Matthew Williams (Canada), Sadık (Turkey)

Supernatural: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte

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#intro post #fictive #introject #otherkin #fictionkin #selfshipping

[lovebykai]

Mauve

Word Count: 3K

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Violence. Insecurity. Hospital & Recovery. Angst. Cunnilingus.

Authors Note: Reposted. Literally just copying my old AO3 tags too so!

Shinsou didn’t know what to do for a solid minute. You collapsed, knees folding beneath you as you lulled forward, eyes already rolled back into your head. He couldn’t just stop and run to you, but everything in him seemed to freeze and lurch towards you against his better judgment. The building the pair of you had been standing in creaked and leaned before it came toppling down around you; using his scarf, he hauled your prone body to him before bolting, completely disregarding the villain that you had been attempting to apprehend.

Whether the criminal was crushed in the mishap or not was not his current concern; with you clutched to his chest he tried to reach the exit, only for rubble to block the path. Before the concrete barreling down from above could reach the two of you, a tired arm extended and the familiar shimmer of your quirk surrounded the pair of you. With the falling building crashing against the barrier you’d created, he couldn’t help but turn his violet eyes to your face, noting your distant gaze. Clearly you were barely aware enough to realize what was going on; the way your arm shook with the effort of holding the dome up made his heart ache. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to your forehead gently, murmuring his thanks against your sweaty skin.

“Sorry, ‘Toshi.” Your words were slurred, barely audible as the fourteen story building collapsed on top of you. The screams of innocent civilians made bile claw at his throat, but the crack! of them hitting the ground was so much worse. Death seemed to echo all around the two of you, a chorus in his personal Hell; louder than every other thing going wrong.

Here he was — completely useless — holding you as darkness began to build up around your transparent barrier. Your trembling arm seemed to fall lower and lower as the noises slowly began to taper off, before finally flopping backwards over your head. You were out again, looking pale, and it was several more seconds before he realized there was blood covering your stomach and his.

“Shitshitshit, Y/N!” Shinsou hissed your name, shaking you a bit as he blinked back the sting of tears.

You didn’t respond.

* * *

The whirring and beeping of hospitals always made him sick; seeing several tubes and wires sticking out of you only made it so much worse. Gently, he gripped your hand, seated in the same chair he’d been in since they’d given him your room number.

The damage you’d taken during the battle had been nothing in comparison to the strain of using your quirk for so long. It was a powerful tool, but even telekinesis of your level couldn’t handle fourteen stories worth of pressure collapsing down on it all at once. The coma was medically induced, to let the swelling on your brain go down, but that didn’t make him feel any better; the longer you laid there, unmoving, the worse he felt.

The guilt was the worst part.

You’d told him that going into that building was a bad idea; charging in without thinking it through wasn’t like him. You’d followed him strictly because of that, he knew. I couldn’t let you go be an idiot on your own, you’d say. He could hear your teasing voice now. If only everything hadn’t went to shit. You’d be here laughing about it with him. You were in this state because of him and a dead villain. Running his thumb over your knuckles, he grit his teeth as despair filled his chest.

Tears — for the millionth time since the two of you had arrived here, not that he’d ever admit it — brimmed in his eyes, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to press his forehead against the back of your hand. He could have sworn he felt your fingers twitch, but when he jerked back to check and you were still and silent as you had been for days, he brushed that idea away. Reaching out, he caressed your cheek gently, letting out a quiet sigh.

“’Toshi!” You cheered from your bed as he entered, still bandaged from head-to-toe. He’d only left for a few hours, finally too tired to be refreshed by power napping on the couch in your hospital room, and in desperate need of a shower.

Shinsou paused, eyes widening slowly as you grinned at him, one fist still in the air, attached to a trembling arm. Taking you in, his vision seemed to tunnel. You were awake — you were okay. Your laughter was a bit hoarse, but it was beautiful; he’d never felt so relieved before.

“I missed you.” The flowers he had been carrying — your favorites, because he knew you’d love seeing them when you woke up — slipped from his fingers as he launched himself at you. The nurse who’d been checking your vitals wisely dodged before she was shoved away; he practically crawled into the bed with you in his hurry to reach you.

His slender fingers caressed your cheeks as he cupped your face, pressing a soft kiss of relief to your lips despite your incessant laughter. The bright, adoring smile you gave him when he pulled away finally succeeded in making him cry; when he pressed his face into your shoulder, trembling in the effort to contain his sobs, you simply laced one hand through his hair and rubbed soothingly up and down his back.

“I see you missed me too.” You joked, voice soft and tender, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before he let out a sob.

* * *

“I promise I’m okay, Hitoshi.” You whined as he brought your breakfast to you, setting the tray of food down on the night stand as you pouted up at him.

“I’ve been in bed for almost a month; I want to get up and move.” The whine tugged on his heart strings, even as he sat down beside you, smiling gently. Your glared softened slightly as he reached you to caress your cheek. You leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Things had been strange between the two of you since you woke up. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just… strange.

You turned your head to press a soft kiss against his palm, lacing your fingers through his. There was a tension between the two of you that wasn’t quite sexual or angry or depressed — it was some sort of discombobulated combination — and neither of you had been brave enough to address it quite yet.

“You’re supposed to have help for a while.” Shinsou finally mumbled, and your glare returned tenfold. It wasn’t like you were emaciated or anything, but being bedridden after such a serious injury had taken it’s toll on you. Your legs weren’t in the best condition, but your arms and head had taken the brunt of it, leaving you with a few dizzy spells, unable to lift things, and some mishaps with your quirk.

Luckily, you never ended up damaging anything, but the occasional floating cup or piece of furniture was still a bit disorienting to run into. Quietly, you took your meal from the table with trembling arms, and his heart fluttered nervously. Partially because it looked like you were five seconds from dropping it, but also because you had frustrated tears shimmering in your eyes; he wasn’t sure how he should handle this situation.

“Y/N,” You shook your head as he called out to you. “Please don’t be upset.” He hated how his voice wavered anxiously.

When you didn’t even glance up, he couldn’t help but let out another sigh as he ran his fingers through his messy hair. He hadn’t been working while you were hospitalized, and even now, he’d been eating through his time off to make sure you were adjusting alright, but there was no way he could keep it up. Eventually he’d run out of money and sick time, and then what would you do? Just lay in bed all day starving?

“Fine! Fine.” Shinsou groaned and you brightened immediately, grinning as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips, careful not to knock over the tray you had settled on your lap. Once again, you started giggling affectionately, and it warmed him from head to toe.

* * *

“You can’t be serious!” You were standing on shaky legs, hands on your hips irritably as he denied you for the fifth time in three days. After he’d agreed to start letting you do more for yourself around the house, he’d started taking shifts again, and life had felt normal. Aside from the occasional moment of clarity where he’d recall how you almost died, things were as they’d always been in every way.

Minus your sex life.

“C’mon, ‘Toshi, I’m not going to break!” He felt bad. Really, truly bad about it; especially with the way you’d always seem to shrink at his rejection, folding in on yourself as if there was something wrong with you. The fact he couldn’t put aside the image of you, battered and broken in his arms, wasn’t your fault. It came in flashes throughout the day, haunting him and constantly grating on his ability to concentrate. Even his peers had noticed; there was no way you hadn’t considered it. Knowing you, though, you probably thought it was all your fault, despite the entire mission going down the drain strictly because he hadn’t thought out a solid plan. He hadn’t been prepared for the possibility of the building coming down on top of you.

“I’m just not in the mood, kitten.” Watching your expression sour for the briefest moment before straightening out was hard. You’d never push him into something he didn’t want to do, and he was beginning to feel like he was taking advantage of that, despite knowing it was a ridiculous concept.

“Okay. Yeah, I get it.” You tried to smile as you crawled into his lap, cupping his face between your hands and pressing a soft, adoring kiss to his lips. When your forehead pressed to his, eyes meeting, he couldn’t help the moment of pure relief. That you were okay and here with him. His arms coiled around your waist, pulling your body flush against his as he shifted so that he could press soft kisses against your neck and exposed shoulder. The tank top you were wearing left plenty of skin for him to shower in love; the quiet, pleased sigh you released into his hair made him grin, soft kisses shifting to gentle nips. Your fingers massaged at the back of his neck before running up through his hair, locking into it gently and tugging him away. Surprised, he stared up at you as you glared down at him, blush painted across the bridge of your nose.

“Don’t be a tease.” The grumble — and quick escape from his grasp — stunned him briefly.

Watching you walk away actually stung this time, so he hurried after you, practically throwing himself over the back of the couch. You glanced over your shoulder, breaking out in a grin and bolting for the bedroom when you realized what he was up to, laughing all the way. At one point you attempted to shut the door in his face, only to be thwarted by your weakened state and instead throwing yourself onto the bed. Shinsou was on you in an instant, crawling up your body with a lazy grin. The shorts you’d been wearing hiked up your legs as his hands ran up them before gripping your hips and tugging you so that you were completely caged by him.

Slowly — painfully, painfully slowly — he ran his hands up your sides, fingers trailing matching patterns up your ribs; the ring on his left hand catching on the fabric of your shirt. He flinched when his hands ran along the raised skin of your newest scar; when he shifted to pull away, you gently stopped him, hands grasping loosely at the front of his shirt. He didn’t have to say anything for that soft, understanding expression to paint across your face, and that made him ache.

“I need you.” The words sounded choked, like you couldn’t quite get them out; that in combination with the suddenly very vulnerable expression on your face… well, it melted his heart immediately. Leaning up, you pressed a much more desperate kiss to his lips; your grip on his front tightened as you pulled him back down on top of you. He let you, more than a bit amused when he realized you wouldn’t have been able to actually forcibly tug him down if he didn’t want you to.

“That so?” The teasing lilt to his voice made you smile as he mumbled the words against your lips; your iron-fisted grip on his shirt finally relaxed. You nodded as he pulled back, violet eyes shining affectionately down at you and your flustered face. There was still an anxious glimmer in your eye as he leaned back further, sitting back on his knees between your legs and tugging his shirt over his head.

“Then come get me.” Shinsou smirked as you all but literally launched up, wrestling him down onto the bed with a breathless, relieved laugh.

Suddenly your kisses were borderline ravenous, a harsh clash of tongue and teeth; his grip on your hips was still gentle, trying to silently remind you that you had to be careful, but you were relentless, and it occurred to him that you really must have been needing this from him. The guilt of having deprived you of something you needed so badly — of this comfort — was quickly packed away for him to brood over another time as your mouth ran down his body, scattering love bites in your wake. One hand came up to lace through your hair gently, and he felt you smile against his stomach.

With a chuckle, he flipped your positions, keen on returning the favor as you tossed your shirt over his head somewhere in your shared bedroom; his eyes zeroed in on the scar adorning your side for a moment, before he pushed that from his thoughts as well, leaning down to press a tender kiss to the marred skin. From there, he tugged your shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion, pressing another kiss just above your pelvis. He needed you to know how much he loved you; how much he loved your body, scars and all. Hence his impromptu decision to run his tongue along your thighs, grinning at the way they twitched in his grasp.

“’Toshi…” You hummed his name, voice hitching as he ran his tongue along your slit; lapping up the taste of you on his tongue, even as you tried to squirm away from the sudden attention.

Gripping your thighs tightly, he held you firmly in place as your fingers entangled in his hair, gripping a bit too tightly when he nipped at your bundle of nerves before massaging the sudden jolt away with his tongue. The whimpers and whines you released were like music to his ears; he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed hearing you like this. Needy and desperate for him. Two of his fingers sheathed inside you in one swift motion, curling to press against that spot expertly, massaging it, and you arched off the mattress.

When your voice began to heighten, and you started bucking and squirming about, he stopped, earning himself a frustrated groan. Your spirits quickly lifted when he licked his lips and moved back up your body, fumbling to unbutton his pants and kick them away. The blissful laugh you released when he slipped and planted his face on the pillow beside yours was contagious, even as he finally got undressed and positioned himself at your entrance. Grinning down at you, he couldn’t help but be smug at the eager expression on your face; watching your eyes roll back into your head as he pressed into your warmth made him moan softly in unison with you.

“God, I love you.” As the words left his mouth, he realized that was definitely something he should have said earlier, and made a mental note to repeat it when he wasn’t buried inside of you.

The words made you tighten almost unbearably around him and he inhaled sharply, releasing it in a hiss as he began slowly thrusting into you. His lips found yours again and you kissed him just as ravenously as before; arms curling around his shoulders as he braced himself on his arms, trying to be mindful in not putting his weight on you. You didn’t approve, digging your nails in and arching off the bed to get the skin to skin contact you so desperately craved.

“Please—” You whimpered into his mouth. “More!” Obediently, he shifted his hips, trying not to be too rough. Your legs curled around his waist, forcing him deeper into you with a moan, and his control snapped.

His hands shifted down to grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he began pounding into you relentlessly. You fell apart beneath him almost instantly, arms drooping back above your head; halo of hair sticking every which direction. You were a hot mess, mewling and writhing beneath him with half-lidded eyes.

“How’s that, kitten?” Shinsou smirked down at you, emphasizing each word with a quick snap of his hips, driving into you hard enough to rock the headboard against the wall. The slurred garble of words he received earned a chuckle as your orgasm hit you once more, making it nearly impossible for him to continue thrusting into you as your mouth opened in a silent scream. A few more quick thrusts and he finally released inside of you, basking in the soft whimper of pleasure you let out at the sensation.

“Hitoshi,” You reached for him weakly as he gently pulled out of you, curling around you as he pulled the blanket up over your bare bodies.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his chest, and he smiled softly.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #thesmoot #✒ . kai fecit

[white-poppie]

BNHA Masterlist ⎯ rkived

                                         Verbatim by Mother Mother

Genre Guide: (🧸 = Fluff) ( ☕ =Hurt/Comfort) (🪐= Angst) ( ✒️ = crack) (🍪= reaction/multi character fic) ( 📜 = Requested) (🌼= personal favourite) (🏳️‍🌈= pride special) (🦋= AU) (🤎= good language) ( 🗝= Triggering content) (🖤=Yandere)

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 (ダイ ナマイト)

Parallel lines Part 1 - (You and Katsuki were like parallel lines, never destined to meet. He never wanted to hurt you with his quirk, but he did...🪐🌼 )

Parallel lines Part 2 - (Even with Deku standing as a perpendicular, you both are still parallel lines 🪐 🌼 )

𝐄𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 (レッド ライオット)

Pluviophobia- (After an argument with your pro hero s/o, you are scared that you are left alone in a thunderstorm🪐☕️🗝)

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 (チャージズマ)

Buttercups and hiccups - (You gave your life to Denki, but maybe it was not enough to satisfy his desires 🪐 🌼 )        

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 ( しょうと)

"Dad is not coming home sweetheart" - (Your son, Touya and you are waiting for Shouto to come home from his mission, but something different awaits 🪐 🌼 )

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 (とムラ しがらき)

Heal me -  (You are a part of the LOV and have a healing quirk. You are terrified when you heard that Shigaraki is badly inured. While healing him, a tired Shigaraki opens up about the incidents in his life and so you decide to be always there for him.🧸☕🌼)

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 (ダビ)

Cremate your love - (Dearest Darling you belong to him! You are his! There is no possible way you can leave so don’t make pitiful attempts of escape or you will get burnt 🖤)

S♡ul-mate- (In a world where you can meet your soulmate in your dreams--a realm cultured by the emotion your soulmate feels the most. You are convinced that your soulmate doesn’t exist because every time you slip into dream land, you see black.🪐🌼🤎)

𝐖𝐞 could’ve had it 🅰🅻🅻 (part 2 of S♡ul-mate) (After a week of pitying himself and learning to know you better, you and Dabi decide to finally meet each other, however fate had some other plans 🪐🌼🤎)

𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 (ホークス)

Flightless Bird(1)- (As a part of his hero work Hawks regularly visits orphanages. He is hurt and curious when he finds a flightless fairy, Kohei, who was a product of Kai Chisaki’s experiments. ☕ 🌼 )

Flightless Bird(2)- (Hawks and you have a talk on making Kohei a part of your family. 🧸 🌼 )

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 (イレイザーヘッド)

Always - (It’s very difficult for a pro hero with social anxiety to push their way through, but Shouta is always ready to help 🧸 🌼 )

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙃𝘾𝙎:

(Aizawa, Hawks, Mirko)

(Shoto, Katsuki, Izuku) 

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙃𝘼 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚:

Todoroki, Izuku, Bakugou, Kirishima and Kaminari edition

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜:

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki

𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘:

TodoBakuDeku Edition

KiriKamiSero Edition 

AizawaHawksMirko Edition

ShiggyDabiToga Edition

𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝘾𝙎:

M3 version

KiriKamiSero Version

𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙨:

Male students edition

Pro hero edition

Female Students Edition

Villains edition

Types of Yanderes MHA characters are MHA boys as things I find attractive

Handwriting headcanons (Izuku, Baku, Shoto, Momo, Uraraka. Jirou, Kiri, Kami)

The characters as things I have said ✒🍪

Incorrect Quotes:  Talk Dirty to me ;)

Big and Chunky! (How being in a relationship with big beefy men is like! 🧸)

𝟑:𝟎𝟑 𝐀𝐌 (The hour of twilight  made him vulnerable. It made him crawl out of his shell and be who he really is.☕🤎🌼🪐)

꒰ Characters and their romance tropes ࿐ ♡  ˚ . (Assigning the characters popular romance book/ movie tropes. 🧸🌼)

Auburn Lipstick (Sure, it’s an important meeting, nut it can wait. After all, how can he resist the charm of your lips clad in that beautiful auburn lipstick 🧸🌼)

Baby,I am scared (Humans and Monsters are never meant to be together. The tales of monsters across and how they suffered a heartbreak 🤎🪐🦋🌼)

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[prettyiwa]

hi ix!!!! very curious abt this one if u would like to talk about it or post a snippet: aizawa - set you free 👀

both? both!

I love this story so much but put it down so I could try to better capture his character. (I also wanted to read a bit of Vigilantes for the bits of him & Nighteye we see throughout).

I wanted to play with Pre-UA!Aizawa, still hurting (if not knowingly) from Shirakumo's death, and a reader with a quirk that allows her to see how someone will die and no idea how to control her quirk. I think younger Aizawa wouldn't be immune to grief-driven assholery and I think it would be fun to give him someone who needed saving different from the traditional hero-beats-up-bad-guy way.

Sunlight finally breaks past the city skyline, casting everything in the early morning glow as Aizawa finally calls it for his patrol. After dealing with wannabe gangsters and low-tier villains for the last eleven hours, there’s little more he wants to do than go home and sleep. Before he can indulge in his respite, however, there’s one final stop for him to make. He can complain and put up a front that he doesn’t like this and that it’s a massive inconvenience for him (which he absolutely does every single time), but he’s too exhausted today to go through the mental gymnastics required. Even with his internal bemoaning, you’re not aware that he does this, meaning this errand, this problem is something entirely of his own creation. All this posturing and protesting he does is solely for himself and his stubborn pride, unable to admit that—despite the plethora of threats made months ago—he was never able to follow through. At this point, his key to your apartment is worn down from daily use. No one thinks twice about a pro-hero coming and going from the site of an ongoing investigation, from the apartment that can hardly be considered yours anymore. Especially considering that he is the hero responsible for initiating the investigation. The faint click of the lock precedes the light pouncing of the belled collar belonging to the reason for these visits. As always, Kumo’s eager to greet Aizawa after spending the last day in solitude. The moment Aizawa crosses the threshold, Kumo greets him with a low mrrp! as he circles the hero’s feet. His path to your kitchen is one carefully carved after continuous visits, one that seeks to maintain the state of the mess left behind by the police. It unnerves him how he moves as easily through your space as though it were his own, how all that’s left is the ghost of the lonely mangaka and her fear that still permeates every corner. Fear that sticks to its surroundings like the lingering stench of cigarettes or like sand that continues to stick to you hours after you’ve left the beach.

#📨.incoming #💜.mao #ahhhh i want to return to this #i named her quirk augury and it works similarly to sir nighteye's but she's terrified of it because of poor reception at home #internalize all of that fear and anger and helplessness and throw her at someone like aizawa? #especially a young aizawa who's still coming into himself? #i think another reason i put it down was because i didn't want my own grief to tinge the story at all #thank you for asking :3 #✒.ix writes #syf #bnha.✒

[darliingyu]

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[prettyiwa]

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST: BROTHERHOOD

From the Ashes Flowers Bloom (AO3)

Roy Mustang x F!Reader 10/20 (Hiatus; to be rewritten) | 43,580 words | Mature Your grandparents' superstitions keep you moving from place to place in fear that those you love will meet their fate sooner rather than later. After the murder of your adoptive brother, you stop running, finally ready to learn the truth of everything that's happened. Deciding to confront the root of the problem head-on, you find yourself reforging old relationships, for better or for worse.

The Truth That Lingers

Edward Elric x GN!Reader 1,280 words | SFW Ed can't escape the horrifying memories of The Promised Day, but he's lucky he has you to remind him how far he's come.

My Hero Academia

How Does Bakugo Confess? | 400 words | SFW

(In Progress)

Hit Me Before I Knew It

Bakugo Katsuki x F!Reader | 🎵 Fake Dating | Pro-Hero!AU

Set You Free

Aizawa Shouta x Mangaka!Reader | 🎵 Pre-UA Teacher | Rivals to Lovers

Kuroko's Basketball

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Hold Your Hand

Kasamatsu Yukio x F!Reader University | Getting Together | NSFW

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Kasamatsu Yukio x F!Reader University | FWB | Pining

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[prettyiwa]

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» not a stranger* NPB!Sawamura Eijun/Best Friend's Sister!Reader Honey, I | 🎵

» His Name* NPB!Miyuki Kazuya/Reader 羽衣 | 🎵

» Promises We Exchanged* Childhood BFF!Miyuki Kazuya/Artist!Reader kiss me next time | 🎵

» Bittersweet Lotus Leaf* Prince!Miyuki Kazuya/Knight!Reader Something To Believe In | 🎵

» Maker of Myths* Paris!Oikawa/Helen!Reader

» This Tree, This Bed* Odysseus!Kuroo/Penelope!Reader

» Always You Fallen Angel!Iwaizumi Hajime/Fallen Angel!Reader midnight love | 🎵

» Rosebuds & Black Currant Futakuchi Kenji/Reader my leaving | 🎵

» Rapture for the Sinners** * Erwin/Reader, Levi/Reader Shades of Blue | 🎵

» For You, in the Future* Bertolt/Reader, Levi/Reader To Build A Home | 🎵

» From the Ashes Flowers** * Roy Mustang/Reader Steal | 🎵

» Set You Free Pre-UA!Aizawa/Mangaka!Reader Holding Out for a Hero | 🎵

» Hit Me Before I Knew It Pro!Bakugo/Consultant!Reader I Feel Like Dynamite | 🎵

» Emblazoned on My Heart Joshua Rosfield/Reader 10am Gare du Nord | 🎵

Last Updated: 11 April 2024

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[canonrpfinder]

( 🌹 ) hello! maddy here again. 24, looking for 18+ discord partners only. i'm looking for marvel, stranger things, or bnha roleplays. i am only looking for m / f or f / f roleplays at this current time. all these roleplays will be romantic, usually leaning into the slow burn. in terms of stranger things, i am looking to play max mayfield against lucas, mike, el, or steve. in terms of boku no hero academia, i'm looking to play ochako against bakugo, izuku, shinso, iida, dabi, shoto, denki or toga. in terms of marvel, i am looking to play natasha against tony, bucky, steve, or thor. i am also looking to play spider-gwen against miles, peter, miguel, or mj.

i am so happy to double as well. if you have a ship from any of these fandoms that you're desperate to play out, let me know and i'll happily do it with you. please like this post and i'll be in contact with you. or message me!

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[prettyiwa]

How does Bakugo confess?

It’s a quiet revelation after a day’s reflections, a moment of terrifying clarity slipped in between careful planning of his next move, where he can improve. The subtle way that all other thoughts fade away until all that’s left is the burning determination that was present in your eyes the last time he saw you. Everything goes quiet—all of the noise, the constant analysis, the chatter of those who insist on imposing upon his life and his duties, all distractions wash away. All that’s left is you and the way you still all of the chaos while simultaneously making his heart pound in his chest.

If Bakugo were prone to fear, it would terrify him. But he isn’t, so it doesn’t. He won’t lie and say it doesn’t make him frustrated, this little discovery that has his mind wandering to you at the most inopportune times such as when he’s in the middle of a fight and sees some bystander with hair like yours running from the chaos. If he were prone to weakness, this would be a big one. But he isn’t, so he refuses to see it as such. You were never a weakness, regardless of your role in this society, regardless of your role in his life.

It comes in the form of a request for you to join him outside, one that makes others pause and wonder why he’s so mad, one that makes you concerned—not for yourself and whether he’s upset with you, but for him, because you know better than that. Because if anyone can hear the hesitation buried beneath the rough timbre of his voice, it’s you. The words may not come out as an eloquent announcement or a fluid declaration, nor are they said with the intention of being a spectacle or a misconstrued confrontation. His confession isn’t an outburst shouted in the heat of the moment, not the result of impulse or an emotional eruption as it may have been when he was younger. It’s a little sloppy and disjointed, but it’s so flagrantly and honestly Bakugo that not a word spoken goes unappreciated. It’s a promise, an offer extended to someone he views as an equal, the acknowledgment that you are not now nor will you ever be a weakness along with the belief that you would be a source of strength for him, as he would strive to be for you.

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