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#my hero academia drabble
kalieros · 2 years
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hawks, aizawa, endeavor x fem!reader
>> a/n: Finally - jealous ex’s pt. 2, prohero edition. This one ventures into the daddy or dom/sub territory, so be aware. Definitely self-indulgent on my part. I went a little different for some of these! I’ve got a few more lined up as well for those of you who requested some~ enjoy! 
>> warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), dub-con/non-con elements!, reader is wearing a dress/skirt and heels, public spaces, phone sex, dirty talk, vulgar!!, rough, masturbation, voice kink, use of kitten as pet name, endeavor x coworker, slight size kink, manhandling, a BIT of yandere/baby trapping at the end because I’m going to hell
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Hawks/Keigo:
Hawks’ problem is flirting - and he knows it.
But that does not mean he is okay with you flirting around - no, he is far from okay with that
It doesn’t take him long before he realizes you’re seeing other people - he swears you’re doing it just to bother him but he would never let anyone see it works
But that was a mistake. You’re his baby bird, his little chickadee, and who do they think they are coming after his territory, his prize?
He’d claimed you in his heart the moment he saw you and there was no going back now
At first he tries to win you back over with his usual tactics - flirty texts, flowers, little gifts on your doorstep hand-delivered with a crimson feather perched on top
He leaves you messages promising affection and candlelight dinners, all his attention 
But when that doesn’t work he decides maybe he needs to really show you how he feels - you’re so special, after all, he should put in more effort, right??
One day he corners you on your walk home, having just noticed you on his patrol (he was totally NOT following you)
He swoops in and begs, whines about how you’ve been ignoring him and he just wants you to hear him out
Blocks you in with his wings, cornering any method for escape as he promises you’re all he’s thought about for days, weeks
“I’d give anything to feel you again, baby bird,” he begs to you, whispering in your ear as he noses your throat, running his hands down your sides
He slides up your dress and begs to put in just the tip as he grabs at your thighs
He lifts you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his hips and promises no one will know, not with his wings around you and his hand pressed to your mouth
When you give in he praises you so well, murmuring “that’s my girl,” and “you’re taking me so well.”
Takes what he wants easily, pounding your pussy before soothing the marks he leaves with little kisses, knowing you’ll never be satisfied with another person with the way he leaves you whimpering
Eraserhead/Aizawa:
Pfft, Aizawa is totally above being bothered by something so trivial 
Or so he has told himself a million times now, usually at night as he lies awake thinking about you
He’s now seen you a handful of times with this other guy 
Despite not admitting his deep disappointment to himself, he still does everything in his power to find out who this person is 
He sulks a little, quietly, one might even say he’s brooding - until Nemuri and Hizashi tell him he’s gotta do something about his pouting
He is literally sleeping less somehow and they’re the ones taking the brunt of this behavior
When he decides to get up the nerve and call you he chickens out! As a result he develops.. a habit
Every night now he strokes himself to the thought of you, slowly getting more and more frustrated at the fact that its not you taking his load on your tongue or inside
Some nights he would scroll through your socials or touch himself to pictures of you
He knows its probably wrong but.. he can’t help thinking about you, especially after you’ve been flaunting yourself all over the place with your new beau, and he hated that
He knows he’s the only one that can satisfy you anyway - or understand your particular needs 
Finally, on a particularly rough weeknight, Aizawa calls you late at night, thinking you won’t pick up. He intends to leave a voicemail, (really!) but is shocked when you answer
Instead, your groggy voice picks up and he is immediately affected by it 
You ask what he wants - is he okay? It’s so late - but you hear on the other end of the line a low groan and you faintly realize he’s stroking his cock to the sound of your voice
“You’ve been so bad, little one” he growls, stroking his cock with more intensity
He relishes in the gasp that leaves your lips and begs you to keep talking
He tells you just how much he’s missed you, and exactly how he intends to mark you all over and leave you aching for him the way you’ve left him waiting this whole time
He wants to punish you for making him jealous and you can’t lie - you love it
“Going to fill you up so good, kitten. He doesn’t even compare, does he?”
By the time he’s done you’re soaked and Aizawa is at your front door, promising that neither of you will be getting any sleep
 Endeavor/Enji:
First of all - another ex for endeavor? You’re crushing his heart (I know, I’m a softie)
He swore he would never allow another person to leave because they were unhappy
When you said you needed a break his heart plummeted right into his stomach
He did his best to keep it together - he tried to convince you to work it out at first, reaching out over the phone or leaving messages and flowers at your desk to no avail
But rejection was beginning to sting
He tried, he really tried to do it the right way and respect your wishes but he started to see you on patrol with other people and that just wasn’t going to work for him
He was trying to do better, be better but things like this just tested his patience.. How could you not see that you’d broken him completely? 
Well - perhaps being forward would be just what you needed to get it through your pretty little head that you were either his or no one’s
He calls you into his office one day during lunch to discuss some paperwork
He confronts you - telling you its been so hard to see you walk around the office in those heels, in those skirts, and then going off with someone else
He crowds you against his desk and rips open your tights, sliding up your tight little pencil skirt before lifting you onto the desk and taking you right there
His hands are calloused and everything about him is heavy and large and he uses this to his advantage
He holds your face in his with rough hands, kissing you hard as he brutalizes your cunt, the desk giving him the perfect leverage to hit right there
He secretly wants to see you cry on his cock and makes it a mission to have you thoroughly ruined before the hour is up
Not much of a talker but definitely whispers how sweet and perfect you’re being for him, and how he’s “not going to let you slip away” so easily
As he sits you on his lap he definitely considers using his thick fingers to push his seed right back inside as he watches it drip out, thinking about how he could keep you by his side forever...
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zorosbeau33 · 13 days
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Behind the Curtain~ Shinso Hitoshi BNHA/MHA Drabble
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❖ MHA/BNHA, Shinso x gender neutral reader
❖ Timestamp/drabble, fluff
❖ No trigger warnings other than if mentions of alcohol and gambling
❖ wc: 421
❖ @atiny-piratequeen ❖ Masterlist ❖
. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
All characters and people in this au are aged up college or more~
. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
Hitoshi was not expecting it, not just a concert…they wanted more than just a concert? A whole casino bar and lounge?! Wasn’t this ridiculous? What villain would fall for this? The answer surprised him, it was entirely a surprise but it seemed the scum could not resist the dark vibes and a supposed house-losing streak for the gambling tables on the second floor. What he was not anticipating was how gorgeous you looked decked out in harajuku-style clothes and mask. Standing off stage as your safety guard Hitoshi could hardly believe the level of criminals that filtered in and out of the doors that night to catch a glimpse of your stellar musical performance and have a crack at the delicious drinks and gambling. Some after night two were even comfortable enough to start cracking deals in the VIP lounge. And the cops were lapping up the information they were getting every night. 
Though he would if possible have had you safely behind the stage and behind the scenes with him then upfront twice a night. It didn’t matter how beautiful your voice was, or how easily the crooks played into your hands begging for dates. Knowing the person he had been in love with since school days was being fawned over and nearly, (they’d foiled two plots already) taken away by these dangerous entrepreneurs of darkness made his blood pressure almost unmanageably rise. Even now as you leapt back and darted towards him, Hitoshi’s heart beat didn’t slow. Using his voice modifier he was able to trick the drunk patron into answering him and freezing on stage, giving security-the cops undercover-catch him and take him down. Hitoshi didn’t pause to watch, rather following you backstage to your changing room. “You okay?” He asked, watching you shed your disguise and take deep calming breaths. Your triumphant smile and nod made him sigh and lean on the doorframe, a rueful smile sliding across his lips. Happy to listen to you babble about this helping you guys catch another villain! Honestly he wasn’t sure how many more nights of this his sanity could take, watching you play to a crowd that would kill you if they knew you were a hero. Besides how long before your wit and charm made someone fall as crazy in love with you as he was? Toying with his voice modulator, Hitoshi watched you, and wondered if tonight would be the night he’d finally ask you to go to that new cat cafe…but as a date at last.
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dequirkiest · 2 years
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How you found out Izuku likes to be pegged
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a/n Inspired by the above linked shitpost by @bnha-simpin-and-pimpin about how Deku sleeps ass up, face down as we have seen many times throughout the show. On your wedding night, you wake up to see him sleeping like this next to you.
y/n afab x Izuku Midoriya
Inspired by a shit post, established relationship, wedding night, pegging, blow jobs, sleeping ass up, light emasculation, no set dynamics, fluff and smut, 18+
Izuku likes to sleep with his face down in a pillow, ass up in the air. It awakens a desire you didn't know you had... and Izuku doesn't seem to mind.
Now that you are sleeping together every night, you notice Izuku always sleeps face down, ass up. He can't seem to sleep any other way. He seems peaceful despite it looking so uncomfortable to you!
The sight of him sleeping like that sets you on edge. You both have had the most amazing sex since you got together, so it's not that you're unsatisfied- there is just something so arousing about the way he sleeps.
Your infatuation with his ass only gets worse the longer you're with him, it's as if he is presenting it for you to have your way with. Years of work outs have made his figure muscular, and you want so badly to reach over and grab him, make him feel good however you can. You have a suspicion that Izuku will like this more than he is willing to admit just yet. You are determined to prove to him you can make him feel better than he has ever felt before, by any means necessary.
You start slow- next time you give him a blow job you ask if you can try something new. You lube up your finger and slowly run it between his legs, circling the tight muscles of his asshole. Each time you suck you brush your finger over the ring making him gasp from the new sensation. When he seems comfortable with the idea and hasn't backed away, you slide your finger in up to the first knuckle and feel his breath hitch. You stick with one finger for now, continuing to suck until he finishes hard and fast.
The next few times you mess around you finger him - starting slow with one and working your way up to three. Now he begs for your fingers in addition to your mouth. His ears turn pink as he begs, "y/n, if you keep fucking me like that I'm going to last much longer... love this, love you so much"
He surprises you by researching and ordering a strap on - correctly guessing how badly you want to use it on him, to see him squirm with pleasure under you. After weeks of being teased with just your fingers, Izuku is more than ready to jump into something bigger.
You tease him the way he teases you before sex, "ass up baby girl, just like you always sleep" and he complies without a second thought, bent over on his hands and knees, hard cock bobbing by his thighs. Even in this pose he is masculine, giving you the best view of his shoulder and back muscles while you work him open. He is flushed from the exertion of holding this position he isn't used to, but he is so lost in your fingers he barely notices the discomfort. You pepper kisses from his hips and up his back to his neck, struggling to reach the top of his taller form.
He hears you tighten the strap around your waist as you make sure the harness sits over your clit. He whimpers as you scratch his back with your fingers, relaxing into your touch. You lube up the strap, making sure your fingers glide over the material smoothly.
" Ready Izuku? Relax for me, I'm going to start pushing in now baby. I love you Izuku, going to make you feel so good I promise. Going to fuck you so good Izuku".
It's a lot more work than you expected, aiming to hit his prostate with each elongated thrust. The extra work is worth it to see Izuku laid out in front of you, overcome with pleasure as you pound into him with your strap.
He begs you for more, each thrust pulling a moan from his mouth. The more you encourage him, the more he moans out praise "Feels incredible y/n...I never thought it would feel this good...please keep going"
You reach around and manage to grab his cock in your hand, stroking in time with your thrusts. Izuku is so close, you can tell by the way he squeezes his eyes shut just before his orgasm. He is shaking as you encourage him to keep going.
"Cum on my cock Izuku, I know you want to. Fucking cum for me Izuku, just like this. I want to feel you cum around my cock". You babble as he tips over into pleasure and you help him work through his orgasm.
When you're both blissed out and snuggling in bed, you can't help but think about how this all started from that goofy sleeping position he is always in. You always knew your Deku would enjoy being a bottom.
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sukisook · 2 years
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Slice of Life Drabble : Tamaki Amajiki
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“Tama?”
Sweat drips in rivulets from his palms down to the tips of fingers. He shudders at the feel of it, wiping his hands surreptitiously on the rough fabric of his pants, movements catching on one of the many food-stuffed pockets. His chin digs into his chest hard enough he’s sure it’ll leave a mark, but he can’t quite bring himself to raise his head. Not yet.
“I’m f-fine,” he stutters out lowly.
Gentle fingers push at the hood of his cloak, slowly, so slowly. They hesitate before sliding it down and Tamaki trembles.
“Talk to me Tama, tell me what’s wrong.”
He doesn’t mean to worry you. Really he doesn’t. But this is quite possibly the most terrifying thing he’s ever had to do in his life. And he just faced down a fifty-foot villain not ten minutes ago.
You take another step towards him, so close he can feel your heat.
“I–you…will…shit.”
You laugh, a sweet lilting little sound that makes his heart flutter. He hasn’t stuttered around you since middle school, and here he is ten years later acting like the same utter fool.
Tamaki is hyper aware of the debris that litters his shoulders and the smear of grime on his cheek just below the edge of his mask. There’s blood on his hands too, just a little. He thinks maybe if there wasn’t he might touch you. That’s always helped calm his worries.
I’m so useless, Tamaki can’t help but despair.
He nearly jumps straight out of his skin when you cup his jaw, fingers tracing delicate lines along his chin. You slip a nail under his mask and Tamaki’s eyes blow wide, cheeks flushing scarlet.
It’s not like you haven’t undressed him before. And it’s just his mask. But something about your closeness, about the question that’s trapped behind his teeth, makes this feel all the more intimate.
You pull it off with a quick tug, cradling it gently to your chest and Tamaki’s shoulders slump inwards.
He can’t meet your eyes. “I need to ask you something.”
Perhaps this isn’t the best time.
When he’s filthy and bloody and you’re both standing in the midst of the rubble. But he’s carried this around with him for weeks �� years if he’s being honest. And Mirio had said just this morning that the best way to ask would be spontaneous – to do it when it feels right.
“Ok,” you grin at him, blindingly bright, glowing like the sun.
Shit you’re so pretty.
He fumbles through his pockets, fingers slipping over a packet of swordfish, cringing as his nail pierces a loose ball of takoyaki. Finally he finds it. Smooth velvet cradled between filthy digits.
Tamaki raises his chin, lips trembling, but his voice is strong when he speaks. “Will you marry me?”
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Drabbles - Bakugo meeting his partners cat for the first time (ugh, he's so....ugh)
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He had been to your place once or twice but never for long. You were usually just stepping in to grab something or go to the bathroom really quick before going out. He had only ever seen your front foyer and hadn't even stepped inside fully or taken his shoes off. However, this evening you had planned to watch a movie at your place, maybe turn all the lights off and have some snacks or something. So he came in.
He took his shoes off and you told him he could sit on the couch and you'd be right back. You wanted to make popcorn and put on comfy clothes before you sat down. He was comfortable, you guys had been dating for a while and he didn't really feel too nervous around you anymore. Expect when you called him cute or your cheeks turned pink and he had to figure out what the fuck he did or said to make that happen so he could do it again.
He thought he heard you coming back into the room but when he looked over towards the hall you had disappeared down he saw instead a little animal. A grey cat, front paws reaching out and body stretching long across the floor. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, he didn't know you had a cat. The cat was pretty small, an adult but not a big one at all. It also didn't seem to care that he was there, even as his gaze followed it's aloof trail into the room, jumping up onto the couch right beside him. It looked at him, unblinking, staring expectantly at him for a moment.
"What do you want?" He asks not very gently either, but the cat just tilts its head, still very casual. It comes up to him, nudging his arms as they lay across his lap and he lifts them, reeling back just a bit as he watches the cat shove it's way into his lap, pushing it's forehead into his arm again.
"Why are you doing that dammit?" He asks, scoffing at himself after as he knows he won't get an answer. He finally pets the cat, realizing it's constant nudges are probably a cry for attention. His lip curls a bit at first, not having decided if he's annoyed at the animal for getting into his space or if he's more about getting hair all over him. Both of those worries melt away as the cat starts to purr and suddenly he has a half smile.
The cat rolls onto its side, curling up in his lap as he pets it, its paws reaching up and kneading the air as it rubs its head against his leg.
"Oh you met Mini," You come back in without warning, both Katsuki and the cat in a trance. He jumps, peering up at you quickly and accidentally scaring the cat away, it's claws out as it dives out of his lap and around the couch away from you both.
"He's kind of a needy boy, sorry if it's bothersome," You explain, peeking around the couch to see your cat sauntering around, deciding if it wants to come back to sit.
"Tsk, s'fine," He answers, leaning back into the relaxed position he was in before the cat said its hello to him. He did peek over the edge of the couch though, wondering if it would come back. He did actually enjoy the little guy.
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oksullen · 1 year
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for @paracetamolsss contains mha chapter 343 spoilers ೃ⁀➷ bittersweet goodbye with **AOYAMA** ✎the students of ua high were off for lunch break but it wasn't enough to distract anyone from the chaos that would soon unfold into a dramatic mess ✎you sat at a lunch table. the unfortunate news had slip but luckily (more so unluckily) enough you were the first to hear of it ✎it was no secret that there was a traitor in the school. though you wished none of your friends or fellow peers were the supposed traitor, you really really wished it wasn't your boyfriend ✎but it was, and here you were trying to eat your lunch and hold back the tears swelling in your eyes. you were sure news was bound to get out soon so you just had to wait until it did. ✎yet the attempt to push aside your emotions failed as Aoyama made his way over to you. his greeting was tuned out and soon enough the others gathered around him. they had too heard the news. ✎while the whole situation unfolded you couldn't help but stay quiet. you knew your pent up emotions would spill the moment you and him had a moment to speak but you were hoping that wouldn't happen. ✎yet with your luck it did! and the moment you two were alone the tears flooded and the tension had shattered. ✎he desperately tried reasoning with you but to no avail you just couldn't listen. it was heart break and his attempt to mend the situation failed as you ended things short, leaving him alone in his spot "I'm breaking up with you."
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・❥・ A FEW HC : ✎after a while you saw him for the first time. he looked like he hadn't gotten a lot of sleep since the incident, but who would? you still cared about him so you would often cook for him, leaving food by his door. ✎along with that you would leave him antonymous notes in attempt to cheer him up. though he figured who was sending them quickly as your spelling was a dead giveaway (yes, it's because of the shakespearean language)
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note : OKAY SO- im going to be honest this also maybe slightly ooc BUT *I* think it works- and I am going to go with it. I hope you enjoy!! also I relate to the whole 'my aesthetic is all over the place' statement.
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white-poppie · 2 years
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𝟑:𝟎𝟑 𝐀𝐌
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"Stop it," he whispers, tangling his fingers in your hair. The frayed gleams of moonlight illuminate his face; brows scrunched into a frown, yet you can see his flushed expression in the dark of the night.
"Stop what?"
"Understanding me so well," he hisses from between his teeth, eyes hazily opening and staring at you, yet his eyes are filled with such devotion that you feel like your heart might palpitate out of your chest.
"It feels as if you are reading through me; it's scary and I feel too exposed," he mumbled while nuzzling his nose on your shoulder, shaky breaths causing tremors on his chest.
You felt conflicted about whether you should laugh or not. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his waist.
"You are so much more than your confident and supporting self" you answered, “you are so much more stronger than that and you are allowed to have your weak moments.”
His hand sneaked in your t-shirt, rubbing circles with his thumb on the supple skin on your belly.
 “I just look at you and then realize I love you. It terrifies me; it terrifies me to think about what I would do for you," he mumbles placing open lipped-kisses on the exposed skin of your neck.  
 The hour of twilight  made him vulnerable. It made him crawl out of his shell and be who he really is. Not the extremely supportive and mature him, but its him without any filters-- the humane part of him, the loving part of him and the intimate part of him. The one you would gladly embrace of comfort, for as long as he needs. 
 Kuroo, Ushijima, Daichi, Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Kageyama, Kita, L lawliet, Mitsuya, Draken, Naoto, Kakucho, Bakugo, Izuku, Kirishima, Getou. Kurapika
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Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?
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Dabi x Overweight!Reader
Warnings: body image issues, self harm (scratching)
This is unedited and mainly a self insert cause I'm sad and deserve a bit of a pick me up so I don't lose motivation to keep exercising.
You side-eye yourself in the reflection of the window, seeing the way your double chin rounds your profile. Wrinkling your nose, you scan down to the way your shirt bunches under the rolls of your stomach. Under the long sleeves, you know your arms jiggle.
"Hey stupid. Are you going to just stand there checking yourself out? You're in my way." The gravely voice draws you out of your self loathing train of thought.
Any typical sarcastic comment fails to fall off your tongue, so you step out of his way. As he opens the door to the bar he looks back at you.
"Shiggy dust your tongue? What's gotten into you? You never just move. You've got a personality as big as your body." He calls over his shoulder.
His words hit like a truck, and a subtle gasp leaves your lips. Tears well in your eyes as you look back in the window.
"Now you're crying? What are you hungry? Toga gets all emotional when she's hungry." He shuffles his feet awkwardly towards you as he lets the bar door slam shut.
Your nails dig into the folds of your stomach. "I want to rip it off. I want it off my body." Your hands move to your face, clawing hard enough to draw blood on your cheeks.
Rough hands grip yours, and when your eyes meet Dabi's, you see fear.
"Don't do that. You'll look as scarred as I do. Just... Eat a salad... Or take a walk..." He grumbles, masking his fear behind his usual indifferent tone.
You try to pull your hands away, feeling too disgusting to touch, but his grip tightens.
"I'm trying. But my skin still sags. My stomach still hangs over my pants. My body looks blobby and disgusting." You yank helplessly, trying to free you hands.
"Did you expect it to happen over night? You're as dumb as you are attractive." He mutters, eyes trailing down your body.
You're too confused to speak, trying to process his words through your own self hatred.
"There is nothing wrong with some extra fat. Just gives me something to grip. And it makes a damn good pillow." He smirks.
"T-thank you?" You finally manage to speak, still processing the whole situation.
"Now, we are going inside and you're cleaning that scratch. Then I'll show you what is so fucking great about your size." He finally let's go of your hands.
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swoftbambi · 2 years
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𝐇𝟐𝐎 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 🧜🏾‍♀️🫧
˳ ⊹. pairings: katsuki bakugou x mermaid reader
˳ ⊹. authors note: no warnings!! i saw a pic of a mermaid and so i wrote this
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katsuki walked over to the edge of the shore. his light dress shirt waving in the wind, the ocean air filling his nostrils. he bent down where the water met the land and took a deep breath. he looked around, trying to see if the beach was completely empty, before placing his hand on top of the water. “i’m here”, he whispered.
after a couple of seconds passed, katsuki felt a wet but warm hand on top of him. he felt the slightly scaled hand intertwine with his. he looked up and saw the beautiful mermaid looking up at him. she poked her head out, flipping back her wet hair. she swam down the shoreline, as katsuki caught up to follow her. she sat down on the rock, showing off her ombré tail, mixes of different hues of purple, green, blue, and white.
“welcome back”, you said flipping your tail as water flowed through it. katsuki’s heart throbbed as you spoke to him. he thought your voice was seductive, it allured him back to the ocean everyday just to hear you. “hello”, katsuki said quietly. he sat down next to you, pushing his knees up to his chest. you looked down at him with a confused expression on your face. you ran your slightly scaled hands through his hair.
“you seem sad, ‘suki”, you said, looking down at him with worried eyes. he took his focus off of the ocean and turned to you, “is there a way you can live on the land… just for a day?”, he asked. you were startled by the question, “i mean, i don’t know, why do you ask?”. katuki went on his knees looking up at your gorgeous figure. “i love you, i want you here with me, i’m tired of only seeing you for a short period of time”, he revealed, “i want you with me when i’m sleeping, when i’m awake ‘n when i cook ‘n clean”.
you could see his eyes starting to water. you cupped his hand in your bringing it up to your lips, placing a kiss on his forehead. “if there was a way i would take it, i want to be with you in every waking moment, every moment of everyday”, you replied. katsuki’s looked up at you for eyed before he locked his lips onto yours. he ran his hands gently down your back before you pulled away. “i have to go now”, you spoke out. he looked up at you breathless as you ran your hands down his cheeks. you ruffled his hair before placing another kiss onto his needy lips.
he walked down to the edge of the sea with you, watching you swim back to your ocean home. he saw you turn back to him, giving you a small wave and a smile. he shoved his hands down his pockets before walking away from the beach, back towards his home.
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spacecatchako · 1 year
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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚.
“hey, babe?”
uraraka turns to me in our shared bed. she’d just slipped her mittens on and was getting ready to nod off. even though we have been together for almost a year now, she still feared sleeping mittenless and making me or something else levitate.
“when im with you, i already feel like im floating.”
she giggles and groans at the pun, covering her eyes with an arm. i laugh at the reaction i ellicited before cuddling her closer.
“sweet dreams, pretty girl. i love you.”
uraraka hums and nuzzles my neck. we fall asleep in our shared embrace.
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kalieros · 4 months
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MDNI ~ Multifandom NSFW Cuddle HCs ~ MDNI 18+ ~
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Just for fun!! I can see multiple characters in multiple spaces with this one 💕 I did my best to make it gender neutral <3
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The all-encompassing cuddle - gives their all, either spoons or wraps their legs and arms around you in varying tangled webs of love. Will stay like this all night if you are also just as comfy. Will stroke your hair and snuggle their nose into the crook of your neck, whispering sweet affirmations and praises, giving you kisses like they haven’t touched you in years. Also 1000% ready to cuddle-fuck at any point, though - they love the idea of snuggling up behind you and lazily pull your clothes down to gently slip inside and babble the most lovingly filthy things in your ear. “Mmm, you feel so good around me, baby,” they purr into your ear, thinking how they would stay like this all night, with your sweet moans filling the air
Izuku, toshinori, fatgum, shinsou, yuuji, sasha, hinata, kenma, jirou, armin, bertoldt, maybe.. reiner
The one with ulterior motives - okay, they love to cuddle and spoon when they’re in the mood, but they are way more handsy and more likely to grope and tease. While they are just as attached as the above type, they’re more likely to always take it further. They will grab at your ass when it’s sticking out, smacking it and pulling at your clothes with a devious look in their eyes. They love to mess with you and will often tickle you and maneuver you the way they want, grinding up against you. Very playful and upfront about what they want! When you’re spooning, their hands are cupping your chest or teasing a nipple, and their kisses are anything but innocent (definitely fond of marking as well~). They’ll slip their hands around to the front of you and slide their hands below, teasing you over your clothes and getting you worked up until they’re talking you through the most intense orgasm of your life. “That’s it, work those hips for me,” they groan, watching you slide up and down on them with a tortured pace. When its time to really sleep, they will snuggle for a while but tend to prefer less contact and will likely only be sleeping near you or with less contact.
Kirishima, denki, sero, hawks, mina, nishinoya, satoru, bokuto, kuroo, tendou, atsumu, jean, connie, possibly eren
The one who “doesn’t cuddle,” but will for you - you know the type. As a general rule they’re not PDA people, they’re not too outwardly affectionate or particularly loud about much. But when it comes to you? They’re more than happy to pull you into them, let you lay on their chest so they can just have you close. They stroke your hair and hold your hand as you two lay and talk or watch a movie. They will let you wrap yourself around them and be an ear when you need to talk about your day, humming in response. It’s intimate and loving, understated but so sincere. That’s not to say they aren’t thinking about turning you over, stripping you, and taking you right then and there, though. This type is the most likely to be holding back their desires and impulses in an effort to respect your cuddle time. But they are also the ones who constantly sneak glances at any exposed skin, or notice the way your lips move when you talk. They spend all day thinking about when they’ll get to touch you next, when they’ll be able to slowly take you apart with their tongue and fingers and come undone all over the sheets. “Be patient for me, baby,” they say as they think about how ruined you’ll be after they’ve made you come over and over. Sure, you might not end up cuddled up when you sleep, but you’ll be too fucked out to even realize
nanami, aizawa, bakugou, shoto, iida, ukai, tobio, ushijima, tsukishima, daichi, annie, levi, mikasa, eren, suguru
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thatnewweeb · 17 days
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Bakugo Katsuki was always insecure about his hands, even if he’d never admit it.
At the start of your relationship, whenever you walked anywhere together, he’d shove his hands deep into his pockets, never giving you any chance to grab his hand.
They’re very rough, they have to be to withstand his Quirk, and he thinks you would hate it. They aren’t comfortable to hold, they might even hurt a little.
Even worse is his overactive sweat glands on his palms. The thought that you might grab his hand and be disgusted by what you felt scared him.
When you asked to hold hands, he told you he didn’t want to, that it was uncomfortable, that he didn’t like any kind of public affection, any excuse to get out of letting you touch his hands.
You always thought it was strange though. After all, he had no problem holding your hand on the way back to the locker rooms after training, even though that was just as public, and surely he would find that uncomfortable too. Sometimes he’d even hold your hand while on dates after coming back from the bathroom.
It took a while for you to realise that he would only hold your hand when he had just cleaned his hands, or if he was wearing thick gloves. When that realisation finally hit you, you figured out why he wouldn’t hold your hands often, even when it seemed clear he wanted to.
After that realisation, you quickly grabbed his hand before he had chance to stuff it into his pocket after class, on the walk back to your dorm building.
He immediately tried to pull his hand away, afraid of your reaction, but you just held on, smiling up at him, acting completely casual. When he realised you weren’t saying anything, he let himself relax a little, but he stays tense.
You talk just like normal on the way back to the dorms, making him relax even more, enjoying having your hand in his, like he’s been wanting since the start.
When he understands that you don’t care about his hands being the way they are, he relaxes completely.
From that day on, he’s constantly got your hand in his.
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zanarkandskylines · 19 days
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How funny would it be if you had to hide a stash of instant ramen in your apartment from Bakugo?
Because he’s into cooking, he absolutely despises processed and packaged food when he knows that he can make it ten times better and fresher.
So anytime you just have a craving or are feeling too lazy to cook a proper meal, you have to sneak the package into the kitchen and open it as slowly as possible to prevent him hearing the plastic. He’s caught you many times without fail. It ends in him running to the store to get ingredients for a better ramen and throwing away the instant noodles - even if they’re already cooked.
Bakugo will always prefer to cook you a hearty meal. He loves the way you do a little nod after the first bite, giving a silent approval of whatever dish he’s crafted. And if he doesn’t know how to make something you want? You bet your ass he’s searching up recipes and any tutorials to make it just for you.
He asks the same question every time, too.
“Tastes better than salt and plastic, yeah?”
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yndrgrl · 1 month
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pov: you're katsuki bakugo's crush, & you're dense
pining! bakugo. short lil drabble. just good ol' fluff. no au. gn! reader. ooc! bakugo.
a/n: should i make a longer version of this?
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everyone always caught katsuki looking at you, hanging around your general vicinity, or walking the same routes you do. your guys' classmates think it's cute the way he has a noticeable crush on you. they've teased him so much to the point that he doesn't even deny anything anymore.
"bakubro, you're staring at (y/n) again," kirishima would say as he shook the blonde.
"yeah, so? mind your damn business!"
uraraka would giggle, "you two would be the cutest couple!"
"i'm workin' on it! get off my back, woman!"
hell, even aizawa was in on it. he would pair the two of you together in all sorts of projects. he sat the two next to each other so you guys would be desk partners.
he was so transparent with his feelings that everyone knew how he felt about you, so what was stopping him? simple. it was you.
you were stopping him.
he doesn't know how you feel about him. doesn't he make it so painstakingly obvious that, when you simply look at him, his face flushes & his hands begin to spark. don't you notice how he hates people -absolutely despises everyone- yet he's always inching towards you when you're sitting next to him?
you must know how he feels about you, how he's madly obsessed with you.
but you don't. you're stupid, i guess.
when he "accidentally" buys an extra pack of your favorite snack, you figure he's just full. when he compliments your outfit, you just assume that he's into that type of fashion.
at some point, someone can only try so hard until they get desperate.
one time you had cookie crumbs on your cheek, so katsuki cupped your pretty little face in his hand & used him thumb to brush them away.
another time you nearly tripped over your shoelaces, & -without hesitation- katsuki bent down on one knee to tie your shoes.
katsuki doesn't know how much more obvious he can get. he kisses your hands, has his hand around your waist whenever he can, he goes on late night snack runs with you, for crying out loud! he has everyone tell you that he likes you, & your response is always the same: "i don't think so, i think he's just being nice."
what really makes him wanna tear out his hair is when you complain about how single you are. you're always ranting to him about how you're just a hopeless romantic. the entire time you're practically crying to him about how unlovable you are, he's thinking, "an idiot. i am in love with a goddamn idiot."
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shiggybrainr0t · 1 month
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bakugou isn’t afraid to love you openly here, in the morning sun.
note: title is lyrics from a zach bryan song <3 this has only been lightly edited, but I hope you enjoy! the line break thing below is from @/cafekitsune
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bakugou slams his hand down on his alarm clock at 5:29 a.m., exactly one minute before the alarm is actually set to go off. you have been fighting off a cold the past few days, and after some warm soup and medicine he bribed you with a kiss to take, he’s a nurturer at heart, sue him, you finally were able to sleep. that last thing he wants is his stupid alarm to wake you up.
bakugou is a natural earlier riser. he likes to have time to wake up, drink some coffee, go to the gym and shower and still make it back to you before 8. when he looks over at you now though, he has a feeling that his morning routine isn’t going to be acted upon.
you’re sprawled across his bare chest, legs tangled up with his like a love knot. your face is squished against his bicep, mouth hanging open since you can’t breath through your nose at the moment. some drool has dried on his skin, and while bakugou usually is a clean freak, the sight endears him more than it grosses him out.
perspiration makes your skin glow slightly in the soft early sunlight. you had been running a low grade fever last night, but you still insisted on plastering yourself to him to sleep even though he naturally runs hotter than the average person. he knows you’ll complain whenever you have to unstick yourself from him, but he also knows later tonight you’ll snuggle up to him all the same.
looking at you like this, so soft and warm, he’s suddenly reminded of when he first met you. he was a brooding second year at u.a., a child who had been through far too much already, and you were in the general studies department. the school decided to partner up the hero courses with the general studies department for some assignment bakugou can’t even remember now. he got paired with you.
he remembers the guarded look in your eyes whenever you approached him for the first time, the way you softly introduced yourself, and the way you glared at him whenever he scoffed at you. he remembers being surprised, no one normally had the guts to do anything except take what he dished out. but you didn’t.
one night in the library, you finally hit your breaking point. you were mad and fed up with his attitude. the words you said to him still pierce him today.
“bakugou. you have the potential to make something of yourself, but your attitude is going to determine whether you’re great or horrible.”
you had rushed off in a huff after that, leaving him there speechless. he’d been chasing you ever since. eventually, fourth year to be exact, you let him catch you.
now, in bed with you all these years later, he isn’t afraid to be soft with you. he isn’t afraid to touch your face gently, like he does now. bakugou lightly traces the lines of your face with one calloused finger, lingering on the bags underneath your eyes that have deepened from your lack of sleep lately.
his touch makes you stir, and let a jumble of sounds that after years of practice bakugou can understand to be the question “what time is it?”
“too early for you to be up. go back to sleep.” is his response, gruff voice only a whisper. you let out a “mmmmmkay” and snuggle in closer, if that’s even possible. you both are already practically one being, but bakugo can’t find it in him to be upset.
with you in his arms, bakugou drifts back to sleep, morning routine all but forgotten.
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miingyur · 11 months
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continuing from this
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“mama, mama! dada mean again!” your son whines, calling you over. a little huff flees your lips, you dry your hands on the towel and leave the kitchen.
“katsuki.” you sternly voice. “told you that he’s only 2 years old.”
“oh come on sweets, i’m only trying to toughen him up a little bit”
he lightly chuckles, walking over to kiss you on the lips, suddenly getting shoved out of the way by his own son.
“mama mine! dada no touch” he stomps his feet, the same exact way katsuki used to back in your high school days, you can’t help but laugh.
like father like son.
your husband mirrors him, crossing his own arms “really? you wanna go there with me, little man? ya got 5 seconds to run.”
as katsuki counts down, he immediately runs into hiding, letting out squeals at the way his father tickles him.
you’re watching with an amused expression and shake your head, trudging back over to the kitchen.
this was a normal day in the bakugou household.
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