#Brush Coils

[bizdemis1]

HOLEN SIE SICH PROFESSIONELLE BÜRSTENSPULEN, UM DIE BESTEN ERGEBNISSE ZU ERZIELEN

Rostfreier Stahl wird in einer Vielzahl von Branchen zur Herstellung verschiedener Produkte verwendet. Es werden starke Bleche hergestellt, die dabei helfen, Utensilien, Gabeln und andere wichtige Materialien für den Gebrauch durch den Kunden aufzubewahren. Deshalb ist es wichtig, sich an Unternehmen zu wenden, die die Spulen liefern. Sie verwenden eine präzise Methode, um Glanz zu verleihen und die Konsistenz in ihrem Gesamtprozess sicherzustellen. Dadurch wird es einfacher, Qualitätsprodukte herzustellen und gleichzeitig die Sicherheitsstandards bestmöglich einzuhalten. Sie sorgen dafür, dass alles ordnungsgemäß bearbeitet wird, um fertige Oberflächen zu erhalten.

Aufgrund des Einsatzes schwerer Geräte ist die Fertigungsindustrie sehr komplex. Einige Unternehmen verwenden die besten Bürsten Coils, um den Edelstahlblechen ein makelloses Finish zu verleihen. Sie nutzen fortschrittliche Technologie, um sicherzustellen, dass die Qualität eingehalten wird und den Herstellern gleichzeitig das beste Erlebnis geboten wird. Sie tragen dazu bei, die Oberflächen neu zu definieren, sorgen für Konsistenz und machen die Platte vielseitig für verschiedene Anwendungen. Daher bieten sie unvergleichliche Vorteile, um sicherzustellen, dass der Glanz der Laken durchgehend erhalten bleibt.

Vorteile Wählen Sie das Bürsten für Coils aus Edelstahlblechen

Verfeinerung der Oberflächenbeschaffenheit

Dies ist eines der wichtigsten Instrumente, mit denen die Oberfläche von Blechen veredelt werden kann. Sie unterliegen dem abrasiven Bürsten durch die Maschinen. Diese Spulen helfen dabei, Unebenheiten wie Kratzer und Schönheitsfehler auszugleichen. Dadurch können konsistente und gleichmäßige Oberflächen entstehen. Darüber hinaus verbessern sie das optische Erscheinungsbild und machen es für verschiedene Anwendungen geeignet.

Einhaltung der Sicherheit

Es fördert die Sicherheit und Präzision rostfreier Stahlbleche durch effektives Entgraten der Kanten. Zum Zeitpunkt der Herstellung weist es stumpfe Kanten auf. Mithilfe des Bürstens werden die Grate entfernt, um sicherzustellen, dass die Platten glatt, sicher und ästhetisch ansprechend bleiben. Daher befolgen die Unternehmen die Vorsichtsmaßnahmen und geben den besten Auftritt.

Für vielfältige Einsatzzwecke geeignet

Durch die richtige Verarbeitung eignen sich die Platten für vielfältige Anwendungen. Ob im architektonischen Design, in dekorativen Elementen oder in Industrieanlagen, sie eignen sich für verschiedene Verwendungszwecke. Diese werden mit Bürsten bearbeitet, die ihnen eine unverwechselbare Ästhetik verleihen. Daher wird es den Herstellern zufriedenstellende Ergebnisse liefern.

Zusammenfassend lässt sich sagen, dass die Fertigungsindustrie professionelle Unternehmen auswählen muss, um einwandfreien Stahl zu erhalten. Sie verwenden die besten und hochwertigsten Bürsten aus Edelstahl, um die Oberflächen für das Schweißen vorzubereiten. Dadurch wird sichergestellt, dass bei der künftigen Verarbeitung keine Rückstände zurückbleiben. Zusätzliches Bürsten der Coils sorgt für die beste veredelte Oberfläche der Bleche. Daher eignet es sich für verschiedene Anwendungen wie Architekturdesign, dekorative Elemente oder Industrieanlagen, um die besten Ergebnisse zu erzielen.

[r4zberry]

coil guy

[epicqtefail]

*covered in blood and dirt* I did my best at drawing in the lovely @autiacorart's gorgeous style!

ever since i saw your Connor with his sparkly eyes and luscious curly hollywood heartthrob forelock, i've had the mightiest urge to have a go at drawing him!! very ambitious of me, but damn, was it a fun (if very difficult lol) challenge :''D

Thank you so much for doing this challenge with me and for sharing your stunning work with this community. Your artistic flexibility knows no bounds with the way you pull on our heartstrings, make us laugh, and awe us with some of the most badass artwork i've ever seen <3 <3 <3

>>>>AUTIACORA'S PART OF THE CHALLENGE <<<< so goodddd

Also, this was me trying to attempt the lineart the first time (had a great time with it though :''D)

[crimbatimeofficial]

guys

Randomized color brush, eat up

Ignore all the empty space I didn't know what else to draw 💔

[justskyla-art]

PHIGHTER 15!!!!!!!! don't know much about the game tbh LOL! i just watch my friends play it and follow their hype. love the characters in that game though, even if i don't really know much about their personalities or lore or anything. but coil got announced today!!! i love their design so so much so i HAD to draw this like IMMEDIATELY. hope you like it!

[pikslasrce]

*guy who doesnt do anything or go anywhere or talk to anyone voice* why am i miserable

[thisdreamscape]

Dragon Snake

[darkjusticiar]

And i'd be hopeful about the new vtm game being less racist but i really don't know and regardless it's still going to be a mess bc it's not even goth. They took all the sex out of vampirism. Sad!!!

[angelfacemjj]

.i love my hair

I love my hair.

I love it's tight curvature and format.

I love the volume it has.

I love how he looks when it's without definition.

And I sure do love my frizz. It's natural, God knows my work on keeping it hydrated.

And I don't need your opinion on what my hair should look like (I know your only advice is to clog my head with cream until it looks 10% like straight hair; I'm tuned 'bout your tricks)

Fuck, I love my hair.

And no white supremacy can change that.

Fire on racists. <3

[theconceptofkidney]

great our hair is doing the velvety and limp thing again. this is awful. it looks weird, it feels bad, all the volume is Gone

[steelplatechina]

Top rated aluminum plate manufacturer in China

[urfriendlywriter]

How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

(Before proceeding further, these are all "in my opinion" what I think would make it better. Apply parts of the advice you like and neglect the aspects you do not agree with it. Once again I'm not saying you have to follow a certain type of style to write smut! Creative freedom exists for a reason!)

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally. (Here is me an year after writing this post, i think, either is amazing, depending on the context. the type of book you're writing, your writing style and preferences!)

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

(edit: once again, hi, it's me. Either is amazing depending on ur writing style. Everything at the end is about taste.)

here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adverbs to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more:

gesture that gets me on my knees !!

(more to comeee, check out my hot or kisses prompts on my master list!)

[cleaning-services-blogs-1]

The Ultimate Guide to Air Conditioner Maintenance: Keeping Your Cool Efficiently

When the heat is on, a well-maintained air conditioner is a lifeline. This guide offers a deep dive into the world of air conditioner upkeep, specifically focusing on coil cleaning—a critical task that keeps your unit running efficiently and your air clean. We’ll cover everything from professional services in Lebanon, Roswell GA, Brisbane, and the Gold Coast to DIY cleaning tools and techniques that can save you money and prolong the life of your AC.

Professional Coil Cleaning Services

Lebanon & Roswell, GA: Discover top-rated professionals who offer specialized coil cleaning services to ensure your system operates at peak performance.

Brisbane & Gold Coast: Learn about local services that provide comprehensive cleaning, maintenance, and optimization for different types of air conditioning systems.

DIY Cleaning Tools and Techniques

Coil Cleaning Tools: Get the rundown on the best tools for the job, including brushes, sprays, and foam cleaners that you can use yourself.

Choosing the Right Cleaner: We'll compare products like Viper and Frost King cleaners, and discuss the use of homemade solutions.

Vehicle AC Maintenance

Cars and Portables: Guidelines on how to maintain and clean the air conditioner in your car or portable units, featuring sprays and evaporator cleaners from brands like Liqui Moly and Toyota.

Specific Product Insights

Discuss the advantages of using specific products like the Frost King ACF19 and Klima Cleaner for different types of AC units, from window units to central systems.

Special Focus: Portable and Window AC Units

Honeywell, Hisense, and Friedrich Units: Tips on filter cleaning and general maintenance for popular portable and window units.

Service and Cleaning Kits: An overview of kits and solutions designed for specific models, enhancing efficiency and air quality.

Tips for Long-term AC Care

Condensate Pump and Drain Maintenance: Importance of regular cleaning of AC condensate lines and pumps to prevent blockages and leaks.

The Importance of Drying: Advice on how long to let your air conditioner dry after cleaning to prevent mold and ensure effective operation.

Cleaning Solutions for Every Part of Your AC

Coil Sprays and Foams: Detailed analysis of foaming cleaners versus spray cleaners for AC coils.

Drain Line and Pipe Cleaners: Solutions for keeping your AC's water drainage system clear from blockages.

Eco-friendly and Homemade Alternatives

Vinegar Solutions and More: How to use everyday household items to maintain your air conditioner in an eco-friendly way.

Final Thoughts Maintenance is crucial for the longevity of your air conditioner. Whether you opt for professional services or take on the task yourself, keeping your coils clean is vital for efficient operation. With the right tools and knowledge, you can ensure that your air conditioner remains your ally against the heat for years to come.

[misswynters]

The Noble Daughter

Viktor x fem! reader / wc. 1.5k

synopsis: You are the daughter of a influential noble house. And Viktor is your little secret.

warnings: 18+, smut ofc, getting caught, him whimpering, soft sex 🫶🏼, reader getting eaten out, switch lean sub! vik, fingering

there might be some mistakes… -.-

[note | pls don’t just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned <3

Every shadow and flicker seemed to embrace the secrecy of your meeting, cocooning you in a world that was just yours and his. Viktor turned at the touch of your hand on his shoulder, his amber eyes widening in surprise before they softened, filled with a mixture of longing and tenderness that made your heart ache.

"You shouldn't be here," he murmured, his voice low and gentle, laced with both worry and desire. But his hand found its way to your waist, as though he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go.

"I had to see you," you whispered back, lifting a hand to his cheek, fingers grazing the roughness of his stubble. He leaned into your touch, and before either of you could say another word, his lips met yours.

The kiss started soft, hesitant, but soon grew with a fierce urgency. Viktor's hands moved to your waist, pulling you close, as if he needed to make up for every second you'd been apart. He broke the kiss only to breathe, his lips brushing over your cheek, your jaw, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched. You leaned back against his worktable, the cool metal pressing into your back.

With a glance up at you, Viktor lifted the edge of your blue dress, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh. The contact of his hands sent a shiver up your spine. His gaze flickered up, silently asking permission, and at your nod, he continued, his hands guiding you, exploring every curve with a careful reverence.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours, filled with both longing and concern. "I don't want you to feel..."

"Viktor," you murmured, sliding a hand along his jaw, tilting his face so he could see the determination in your eyes. "I’m in desperate need of your touch."

He bit his lip and with a shaky breath, Viktor nodded. His eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping your waist. He entered you slowly as he filled you inch by inch. This is what you were yearning for. His eyes were shut close trying to suppress his sounds, however here and there a whimper would slip through.

Each thrust was met with the wet, quiet sounds of your bodies slapping against each other, amplifying every sensation in the silence of the lab. All you could hear was the wet squelching sounds you’re pussy made as he continued to fill you.

As he moved, Viktor's hands slid under your thigh, lifting one leg to rest against his hip. The new angle sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out, your nails pressing into his shoulders.

Viktor's breath grew heavier, his forehead pressing against yours as he tried to hold back his own sounds. His gaze dropped down between you, watching where you were joined, the sight sending a shiver through him that made him let out a quiet whimper, his grip tightening on your thigh.

He began a slow, steady rhythm, each movement creating soft, wet squelching sound that continued to grow rapidly. The intimacy of it, the restraint you both held, only made the tension coil tighter. Viktor's gaze was intense, filled with both wonder and awe as he watched the way your bodies moved together. "I never thought..." he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "You're... everything I dreamed of."

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a breathless kiss, muffling both your gasps as he quickened his pace. The sounds between you grew louder, the wet, rhythmic noises blending with the quiet hum of the lab, filling the space with a symphony meant only for the two of you. Every motion, every shift, was precise, Viktor's movements guided by both his passion and his care for you.

The tension built, coiling tight as Viktor's restraint began to slip. His breaths came in shallow gasps, and his eyes met yours with a look so full of longing, of devotion, that it nearly undid you. You clung to him, burying your face against his shoulder to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, your body moving in time with his, caught up in the quiet, forbidden passion.

With a quiet, trembling sigh, Viktor buried himself fully, his own quiet whimpers echoing softly in your ear as he felt you shudder around him. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you as the last waves of pleasure washed over you both.

In the stillness that followed, Viktor pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, his hands still resting at your waist, as though he couldn't bear to let go. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice full of awe and tenderness. "For loving me... for being here."

Moments have passed since you have reached your first organism and you were still on the table. As the quiet settled over the lab, Viktor held you close for a few lingering breaths, his forehead pressed gently against yours. But soon, the intensity in his gaze softened, replaced by a tenderness that left you breathless.

With a quiet reverence, he carefully knelt before you, his hands resting on your thighs. He was weary to not hurt himself which would cause him more pain on his limp leg. Viktor’s golden eyes met yours as he slowly lowered himself, his expression filled with something almost worshipful. He pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, then to your thigh, each touch lingering as though he was committing every inch of you to memory. His lips moved higher, grazing over your skin with soft, open-mouthed kisses that left a warm, tingling trail in their wake.

Your breath hitched as his mouth moved closer towards your pussy, the intensity of the moment making your heart pound.

Viktor's metal fingers traced along your thigh, the coolness of his touch a delicious contrast to the heat he was leaving with his lips. His long, slender fingers followed the curve of your leg, slipping inside your walls with a grace that was gentle. You felt his thumb press softly against your skin, steadying you, while his other hand reached up to rest at your waist, grounding you in the moment.

The coldness of his metal hand sent a shiver through you, heightening every sensation, and he seemed to notice, a slight smile tugging at his lips. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a hint of mischief in his gaze. "Still alright?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern, but his tone held a knowing warmth.

You managed a nod, your hand reaching down to thread through his hair, tugging him slightly closer. His lips quirked into a soft smirk before he returned his focus to you, pressing another kiss to your folds. His mouth moved with a slow, deliberate patience. His kisses growing bolder and deeper, as his tongue darted inside you.

Viktor's metal fingers traced light patterns along your skin, each touch careful, his control a testament to his dedication. As he moved higher, his thumb pressed gently along the inside of your thigh, guiding you open for him with a mixture of care and desire. The coolness of his touch, combined with the warmth of his lips, sent tremors through you that you could barely contain.

His mouth hovered near your folds, his breath warm against you, but he paused, looking up with a gaze full of tenderness. "You're... beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur, as though he was confessing a secret.

Before you could respond, his lips finally met your pussy, a quiet, reverent kiss that left you dizzy. His metal fingers continued their journey, a gentle, precise touch that sent waves of sensation through you, heightening every nerve. He took his time, savoring each reaction, each shiver, his mouth and hands working in tandem as he explored, worshipping every part of you with a devotion that left you breathless.

As his cool fingers reached deeper, finding your sensitive spots. His mouth followed, leaving soft, lingering kisses that melted any remaining restraint. The contrast of his cold touch and the warmth of his mouth created a rhythm that had you gripping the edge of the table, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out.

Viktor's pace quickened, his cool fingers moving with a newfound intensity. Each motion was calculated yet filled with passion, his gaze flickering between his hand and your face, drinking in every reaction, every quiet sound you made. His metal fingers, precise and deft, moved inside you at a pace that left you breathless, teetering on the edge as he guided you closer with each stroke.

He murmured soft, breathy reassurances between the kisses that he laid on your thighs. His voice filled with warmth."You're perfect... absolutely perfect," he whispered, his free hand caressing the curve of your thigh.

Viktor's replaced his slender fngers with his tongue again, alternating between teasing flicks and deep strokes, savoring every taste. His metal fingers splayed across your thigh, holding you firmly, while his other hand trailed down to his own body. He shivered as he began to touch himself in time with his mouth on you, his quiet moans and hitched breaths vibrating against you, only intensifying your pleasure.

He glanced up now and then, his amber eyes darkened with desire, watching the way you responded, drinking in every soft gasp and tremble. The sight of your flushed face and parted lips seemed to drive him further, his movements becoming more hungry as he lost himself in the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers dug into your skin, his grip tightening as he grew more desperate, his own moans blending with yours, low and needy.

The lab was filled with the squelching sounds of your bodies. A mix of his restrained groans, the wet, rhythmic noises of his mouth, and your own stifled whimpers. You felt like you could cum any second as your stomach turned tighter. Viktor seemed to sense it, as his tongue pressing deeper, his pace quickening. His free hand gripped your thigh harder, pulling you even closer to him, as though he wanted to consume every last bit of you.

Just as you felt yourself reaching the edge, Viktor lifted his head slowly, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. His chest rose and fell in deep, unsteady breaths, his flushed cheeks and slightly dazed expression showing just how much he'd enjoyed himself. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your thighs, grounding you as you came back down, while he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration.

He brought his metal thumb up to wipe away a stray drop from his chin, a slight, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You taste... exquisite," he murmured, his voice low and rough, a mix of pride and lingering hunger shining in his eyes as he leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste the passion you had just shared.

Viktor then reached towards your soaked pussy to finger you again. The quiet wet sounds filled the air, amplifying the intimacy of the moment, creating a world that felt entirely your own. But then, a faint creak echoed through the room, and both of you froze. The unmistakable sound of the lab door opening snapped Viktor back to reality, and he stilled, his eyes widening as his gaze shot up to yours. You both turned, just in time to see Jayce entering, a stack of papers in hand.

Jayce's eyes met yours first, and then drifted towards Viktor, his fingers still inside you. For a brief, painful moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant hum of hextech machinery. Jayce's expression shifted from surprise to awkward shock as the realization dawned on him. His mouth opened, as though he wanted to say something, but words seemed to fail him.

"I... I didn't mean to interrupt," he finally managed, his tone caught between embarrassment and disbelief. Jayce quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing as he backed out of the room, practically stumbling over his own feet.

"I'll... come back later," he stammered, disappearing from sight. The door clicked shut, leaving the lab filled with silence once more. Viktor's face had gone red, his eyes fixed on the floor, clearly mortified. But as he glanced down at you, the edges of his mouth twitched, and a quiet laugh escaped him, breaking the tension.

"Well," Viktor murmured softly, a hint of humor in his voice, "that... was unexpected." He lifted his soaked fingers towards his mouth as his other hand still lingering on your waist, sucking all of your juices as he maintained eye contact. His mouth made a popping sound as he let his fingers go from in between his lips. He then led his once soaked fingers towards the back of your neck, caressing your hair.

"Perhaps we'll continue... later?" he suggested, his voice low, a promise glinting in his eyes as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help but laugh, nodding as you pulled him into an hug. You hoped that jayce didn’t go out and tell anyone what happened. Because if he did and your parents knew, you would sure be in for a scolding.

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[fairy-angel222]

Nanami lets you cockwarm him when he’s busy. Allowing you to sink down on his thick girth with a shivered sigh as you nestle your face into his neck. One of his hands on your waist and the other on his computer, placing occasional gentle kisses to your forehead making you moan softly in content. His tip brushing your g spot each time you make an accidental movement.

He knew it was only time before his pretty girl needed more. Your lip between your teeth when you rocked lightly along his already drenched lap. Your greedy pussy leaking uncontrollably with need. You sped up your pace slowly, grinding back and forth till your eyes pooled with tears, letting out loud whimpers as his fat cock grazed deep. Your throbbing clit bumping into his pelvis only adding to your pleasure.

Your hands grip his forearms tightly, your hips rutting desperately in a silent plea for him to touch you. “Kento… needy.. need you.” You mewl cutely, a small smile creeping onto his face as he peered down at you.

“Yeah, sweetheart? Wan’ me to help?”

You nodded with a shaky moan, “Uh uh.. don’t wan’.. need.” Your back arching with a followed cry when his hips roll upwards. Large hands settling on your waist to help you take all of him as he bounced you up and down. Feeling his cock kissing your spot perfectly before sliding along slippery walls. A harsh coil burning in your stomach as your pussy clenched. Your boyfriend taking his sweet, sweet time to fuck his darling to orgasm after orgasm.

[kateschi]

cradled in strength

synopsis: after anxiously awaiting news from the delivery room, when katsuki holds your newborn daughter, everything changes.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: congrats you're parents now

the hospital is chaos around him. katsuki paces the hallway, his hands clenched into fists, knuckles white, and his sharp eyes dart toward the closed door of the delivery room every few seconds.

his chest heaves with each breath, the tension and fear he’ll never admit boiling beneath his skin. his heart pounds like a war drum, and all he can think about is you.

you, the love of his life, who is inside that room, fighting.

a nurse approaches again, trying to calm him down, but katsuki’s fiery glare cuts through her attempts like a blade.

“why the hell haven’t I heard anything yet?!” he barks, his voice thick with anxiety—a tone no one is used to hearing from the explosive hero.

“mr. bakugou, it’s—” she starts.

but katsuki isn’t hearing it. he storms past her, making his way toward the doctor who just exited the room, his eyes wild, fists trembling.

“if my wife dies,” he growls, his voice dripping with venom and something much more fragile, “I will fucking kill you.”

the doctor, seasoned in dealing with panicked fathers, meets his gaze with calm professionalism.

“mr. bakugou, I assure you, your wife is in good hands. we’re doing everything we can to ensure both she and the baby are healthy.”

katsuki’s breath catches in his throat, his chest heaving with helplessness. this isn’t a battle he can fight with brute strength or explosions.

kirishima, who has been quietly waiting in the background, steps forward, placing a steadying hand on katsuki’s shoulder.

“you’ve gotta trust them, man. they know what they’re doing. she’s strong. you know that better than anyone.”

katsuki’s eyes flash, his lips curling as if he’s about to snap, but the words stick. instead, he lets out a harsh breath, running a trembling hand through his unruly blonde hair. “damn it…”

the minutes drag on, each one stretching longer than the last, every second ticking by like torture. katsuki’s whole body is coiled tight, ready to spring into action, but there’s nothing he can do except wait.

and he hates waiting.

finally, the door creaks open, and a nurse pokes her head out. “mr. bakugou, you can come in now.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice. katsuki shoves past everyone, nearly sprinting into the room.

his eyes scan the space, and when they land on you, lying in the hospital bed, looking exhausted but alive, he lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. relief floods through him so fast it makes his knees weak.

you’re there. you’re okay.

“hey,” you murmur weakly, your voice soft but steady as you give him a tired smile.

katsuki is at your side in an instant, dropping to his knees beside the bed, his large hand reaching for yours. he squeezes it tightly, like if he holds on hard enough, you’ll never leave his side again.

“you okay?” he asks, his voice low and rough around the edges, betraying the fear that’s consumed him the entire time.

you nod, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you try to steady your breathing. “I’m fine,” you whisper, your thumb brushing across his knuckles in reassurance. “just… tired.”

katsuki lets out a shaky breath, his thumb absentmindedly brushing the back of your hand. he stares at you, his crimson eyes wide with concern, the sharp edges of his usual persona softened.

you’ve never seen him like this—so vulnerable, so exposed. his gaze flickers across your face like he’s memorizing every detail, checking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

unable to resist the urge any longer, katsuki leans down and presses his lips gently to the top of your head. it’s a soft, lingering kiss.

he rests his forehead against yours for a moment, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers, “you scared the shit outta me.”

a weak laugh escapes you, your fingers tightening around his. “I know… but I’m okay. we’re okay.”

katsuki doesn’t respond immediately. his other hand slides under the blanket, resting gently on your stomach where the baby had been. the weight of everything hits him all at once.

his family. you. his daughter.

“I thought…” his voice cracks, barely above a whisper, and he shakes his head, the words stuck in his throat. “don’t… don’t ever do that again, alright?”

“I’ll do my best,” you tease softly, offering him another smile. “but I can’t make any promises.”

he huffs, his mouth twitching at the corners, though his eyes stay fixed on you, swirming with worry. then, as if on cue, the nurse approaches with a soft smile, holding something small and swaddled in a blanket.

“mr. bakugou,” she says gently, “would you like to meet your daughter?”

for a moment, katsuki freezes. his chest tightens, the world narrowing to the tiny bundle in the nurse’s arms. daughter. your daughter. the words seem surreal, and his heart pounds.

you nudge him softly, breaking him out of his daze. “go on, katsuki. she’s waiting for you.”

he blinks, swallowing hard before standing, his movements slower now. the nurse gently transfers the tiny bundle into his arms, and katsuki moves with more care than he ever thought possible.

his hands cradle the little girl, his breath catching as he stares down at her.

she’s so small, so fragile. a perfect little being wrapped in a blanket, with a tuft of spiky blonde hair peeking out. his hair. he lets out a small, shaky laugh, his lips parting as he whispers, “she’s got my hair…”

he stares at her, his chest swelling with something so overwhelming he doesn’t know how to process it. a fierce, protective love that rivals any rage or anger he’s ever felt before.

katsuki, the explosive, fiery hero, is brought to his knees by the tiny life in his arms.

you watch him, tears brimming in your eyes at the sight of katsuki holding your daughter with such tenderness. his usual harsh demeanor is replaced with something almost reverent.

he leans down, brushing his lips against her forehead before resting his cheek against the top of her head.

“she’s perfect,” you whisper, reaching out to place your hand over his.

he nods, swallowing the lump in his throat as he leans toward you, pressing his forehead gently to yours again. “yeah,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

katsuki doesn’t need to say more. he holds her close, her soft breathing the only sound in the room, grounding him in a way nothing else ever has.

you chuckle tiredly, leaning against him. you let out a small breath, "thank god she doesn't have your ugly face."

you swear you hear a vein pop in your husband, before he turns to you with a scowl, "I am not ugly, you ass."

"you were an ugly baby, and if you deny that," you smile, "then you're a liar, and that isn't a good look to sport in front of our daughter, is it?"

he pauses, the weight of your little family settling over him, “yeah..." he smiles, "our daughter.”

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