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pamgkrthwrites · 1 year ago
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Can you please do a head cannon for bakugou with a quirkless daughter who super sweet and sensitive? This is my first ask lol sorry if I’m doing it wrong 😁
Anything for my darling Bakugou.
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Everyone thinks or worries that Bakugou will love his daughter less because she is quirkless.
Just like with other daughters, he doesn't let the press take pictures of them and he doesn't reveal if they have even gotten quirks.
Because to him, that's his private life and the public has no right to it.
So when one of his daughters doesn't get a quirk, he doesn't show them any less or more love.
When they start getting bullied in school though, he will turn up and threaten the other parent's kids.
When said daughter starts developing her personality and he sees she's sensitive, he starts yelling less around the house and pointing fingers when confronting you or his other daughters.
He always has chocolates hidden somewhere in the house too.
Then as they grow up more and he sees how sweet she is, he folds on a lot of her demands.
He knows his other daughters use her to get things out of him, but honestly he only folds because he can see his other daughters watching very closely.
He tries his best to teach his daughters not to fall victims to people using them to get to him or fake personalities.
So when his sweet little daughter is crying in her room because she realised one of her friends were talking shit about her behind her back?
He rubs her back and tells her shes too special for this world full of mean horrible people.
He will encourage his quirkless daughter to get into something like sports or the arts. Anything to help her still stand out and bring attention away from her being quirkless.
I don't think he's the type of dad to encourage any of his children to go into hero work. He may like what he does, but he knows the pressure this job does to someone and also doesn't want to be anything like Endevor.
He also isn't the type of dad to outright tell his children not go into something because of their limits.
He'll warn them that it will be harder for them, but he won't outright tell them not to do something.
He loves his daughters.
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carefreecoffee · 3 months ago
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+*:ꔫ:*﹤Puppy Love: Shigaraki x reader﹥*:ꔫ:*+゚
Word count: 1.1k, female reader
You walk into the league's hideout some-what stealthily, creeping around each corner so as to not disturb the others that may be around. Your arms were tucked behind your back securely as your efforts to sprint towards your room were reprimanded. 
Shigaraki spots you haphazardly sneaking around, the hideout being mostly completely dark.
"What do you have there?"
His voice pierced the quiet atmosphere as he walked up to you, peering over your shoulder with a scowl. You yelp and quickly face him to hide the animal. “Uh… nothing!” You attempt to swerve him in any way to conceal your secret but alas he blocks you on every front. 
Shigaraki firmly grabs your arm with two fingers lifted, stopping you from moving any further as he looks down at you. "It sure doesn't look like nothing, let me see." Knowing you were pretty much backed into a  corner at this point, you pout in defeat, lifting the soft creature within your grasp, the pup looking as content as ever. He looked at the puppy then back at you, sighing and crossing his arms. "Where did you find that thing? We don't need some pet running around here." 
You clutch the pup as it licks the underside of your jaw rapidly, “It followed me here! I couldn't just leave it out there! Too cold for the poor thing…” You look down at the puppy and boop its nose.
"So you just decided to bring it here? Do you have any idea how annoying this thing will be, running around the halls, barking, and making a mess? We don't have time to play around with a pet."
His gravely but stern voice was no match to your persistence, you knew you could win him over somehow. 
“Please Shiggy, I'll make sure he stays in my room! Or only let him out while you're gone!” Shigaraki sighed again, looking down at the puppy then back up to you. For some unknown reason he couldn't tell you no.
"Fine, fine. You can keep the damn dog."
You fist pump the air and thanked him profusely. “Thank you, Shigaraki! I owe you one!” You turn your attention back to the little ball of energy. He rolled his eyes, trying to act like the puppy wasn't going to be a pain in the ass. However, your face had drawn him in in a way he couldn't quite understand. He wasn't one to give up so easily but you… you flipped something in him the moment your face lit up.
 "Yeah, Yeah." A beat of silence lingers before you speak up, “What should I name him?” Shigaraki crossed his arms again and tilted his head as he looked at the puppy. Not knowing where the hell you even found it in the first place
"I don't know. How about.. 'Bite' seems like a good name for a dog." He smirked slightly. You roll your eyes, “Of course you would name it that. So harsh, plus look at how innocent he looks! 'Bite' doesn't fit him.” Shigaraki huffed, but you did have a point. The puppy was more cute than it was vicious, even with those sharp puppy teeth. 
"Fine, fine. What do you think we should name it then?" You take a moment to look at the little guy, thinking before perking up. “Oooo what about Tofu? Do you think that's too unusual?” He raised an eyebrow and his smirk from earlier returned.
"Tofu? Seriously? We're naming it after food?"
You protest almost immediately with a groan, I don't know! I think I'm just hungry. Any better ideas?” He thought for a moment, racking his brain for any name other than 'Bite' before a light bulb finally went off in his head. 
"Oh, how about 'Lucky'? Since it was lucky that you found the damn thing when you did. It probably would have froze to death otherwise." You look between him and the dog, a smile etching onto your face. “Awww perfect!”
You look back at the pup, “You're lucky hm? Yes, yes you are!”
He chuckled as he watched you coo at the dog. He'd never seen you with such a happy expression before, and for some reason that expression was starting to grow on him. 'Damn she's cute.' His thoughts break as you speak. “Would you like to pet him, Shigi?” You lean the puppy up towards him as an offer. His eyes widened slightly, he didn't expect you to ask him that. Though he figured he'd humor you this one time.
 "Uh, sure..." He cautiously and hesitantly reached his hand forward to run two fingers along the top of the puppy's head. “See? He's friendly. No 'Bite'” You jest as the dog pants happily between the two of you, leaning in for more attention. He rolled his eyes again, his hand still petting the dog's head. He hated to admit it, but the dog actually did seem friendly enough. 
"Yeah, yeah...I guess you're right for once. But if he ends up being a pain in the ass I'm gonna kick it outta here." You salute him and nod. “Sir yes sir! I'm actually glad you allowed me to keep him cuz I may have already gotten all the supplies for 'em on my way back..” You rub your neck sheepishly as you show him the bag on the floor next to you.
He raised an eyebrow once again, watching you with an expression of disbelief. "You really were planning on keeping that thing no matter what. Weren't you?" You nod rather proudly, taking in his annoyed expression.
“Yes, yes I was. I'm very persistent on what I want and all I want is to retreat and cuddle with this little angel!” You poke the puppy gleefully and pick up the bag of goodies making your way to your room. 
He had to admit, you were a very determined individual. And very cute when you wanted something. But he'd never admit that out loud. "Yeah, yeah...go play with the mutt. Just keep it quiet in there. I can still hear it in my room." With the click of your door he huffs, running his thin fingers through his messy hair and walking back to his own room. 
The only thoughts swirling through his head being how cute you were when you smiled and played with the dog, and the fact that now he would have to listen to the puppy barking at all hours of the day and night from your room. He laid there for a few minutes in the dark, until he heard you let out an 'awwww' from your room, followed by the sounds of you playing with the puppy.
'Damn dog...why can't she just give me that sort of attention.' He thought. And for the first time in a long time, he realized he was jealous of a damn puppy.
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yarozu · 3 years ago
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Here is part 11 of my character with their s/o series.
Enjoy~
Masterlist here
Warnings: Slight nsfw. Nothing to explicit, just slightly suggestive.
- Keigo Takami {Hawks}
• Let's face it. He's a very busy man. You wouldn't be able to see each other very often. But he honestly doesn't mind it too much because to him that just means that he can indulge in you more when you two are finally together.
• He is very into nicknames. He barely ever calls you by your name. He's always calling you his "sweetheart, baby bird, Angel"
Oh but be careful, because the moment you call him by a pet name? Let's just say you might struggle a bit to walk the next day.
• He is also very much the type to tease you. He loves leaving you all flustered and red faced.
You were cleaning up the house while Keigo was out doing his hero duty. You had your headphones on head and the broom in your hand. You were happily dancing to the music, not even hearing the door to the house open.
"Can you stay up all night? Fuck me till the daylight. Thirty four, thirty five." You sang along to the lyrics playing in your ears.
You gasp slightly at the sensation of one arm wrapping around your body and another pulling the headphones from your head.
"Damn baby. If you wanted me that bad, you could have just said so." Keigo says smirking down at you, leaving you not only confused but also very flushed.
• You know how some couples just randomly dance with each other? Yeah you do that. But instead of dancing, he takes you up into the sky.
You gotta admit, the first few times were a little scary but looking down at the entire city while the wind blows through your hair and Hawks holds you in his arms is such a euphoric feeling that you never want to loose.
• This is a very random one but I can definitely see him randomly bringing you flowers home. And not store bought ones. No.
Ones that he saw while soaring through the sky while patrolling. Seeing the pretty little flowers just reminded him of his pretty little feather who was waiting for him at home.
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Character requests are very welcome!
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freckledoriya · 3 years ago
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Not a prompt but YOU LIKE MUSICALS TOO 🥺😭?!
I LOVE MUSICALS. i always have and i always will. i'm obsessed. i reference them all the time in my fics, if you keep an eye out for it (most blatantly, the "dead girl walking" heathers fic i wrote!)
here's a drabble for izuku crushing on a musical-lover, just because:
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izuku loves sundays.
sunday is laundry day, when he times it out perfectly to run into you at the apartment's laundry room. he felt a bit creepy, listening for the creak of your door to signal that it was time to leave, but he cherished any time he got to spend in the same room with you.
he waits a few minutes before carrying his laundry basket down the hall to the washer and dryer room. when he gets there and opens the door, there you are, tossing clothes in the wash and humming a show-tune. you smile at him when he walks in, and his heart flutters.
after some small talk, you both walk back to your respective apartments together, but the day is not over yet for izuku. he knows right after putting your clothes in the wash, you vacuum and clean the rest of your apartment. the walls are thin, and he can easily hear the vacuum turn on and off. but that's not what he's listening for.
no, his favorite thing is when he can hear you sing along with your favorite Broadway songs as you clean. hearing you belt choruses, he can only imagine how adorable you look doing it. maybe even dancing along with it? he could only dream of seeing it.
listening closely to what you sing, he'd research the show and listen to the musical himself, thinking that one day he could use it as a conversation starter if he ever got up the nerve to ask you out.
maybe one day, a musical would come into town, and he'd buy two tickets, offering you one with a soft smile and blush. you'd excitedly accept, and the two of you would dress up and go to the theatre together. or maybe he plans a movie night, and out of "coincidence" picks a musical movie. you both would cuddle on the couch, happily humming along with the actors on screen.
there are so many possibilities, if only he had the confidence to ask you. but for now, he'll stick to listening to "If I Could Tell Her" from Dear Evan Hansen and dreaming of telling you how he feels.
it’s fluff friday!
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intotherumiverse · 4 years ago
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Sunrise for my man Iida 🥺🥺
A/n: Batsy! Omg yes, This will be my first Iida piece but I hope you like it!
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Oh gosh...
Waking up with Iida?
He isn’t rushing you to go or get anywhere 
Or waking up to do anything 
It’s slow and lazy
He’ll get you some tea (Yes Iida drinks tea don’t @ me ) 
And cuddle until either you get hungry or have to use the bathroom
Which leads to brunch in bed 
And more cuddling!
So mornings with Tenya?
Slow and steady 
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bnhaclaimedmysoul · 4 years ago
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request:  In your bio it says requests are open but here it says they are closed if they are closed please just ignore this I was hoping to request a headcannon where Bakugou Todoroki and your favourite class 1a student is kinda angry and they open a door alot harder then needed and the door slams open onto their girlfriend face poor reader and their reactions
a/n: howdy! imma fix that up lol, thank you for pointing it out. i’m guilty of slamming the door when i’m angy lolol. also idk what to classify this as lmao. 
bakugou katsuki
-slamming the door is a natural instinct for him
-fite me on this one
-it takes the will power of every cell in his body to not slam the door
-nobody ever comes in his way when he’s angry
-cuz nobody wants a bloodied nose or a broken limb 
-so slamming the door was never a problem for our blasty boi
-that is until you came around
-one he hears you wincing from the pain from the sheer impact built up due the swinging the door with utmost momentum
-he’s just shocked
-like what was that? doors don’t squeak when you slam them do they?
-was terrified to turning around
-because he was afraid of seeing you in pain, which was caused by him
-he knows that it’s you because nobody else would have the brain cells to chase him
-but he sure does when he hears you voice getting louder
-when you ask him about why he’s being so quiet and not shouting at him
-he just clicks his tongue before he begins to scold you
-but tries to hold back because it was clearly his fault that you ended up this way
-will nurse you up and refuses to let you go until you’re all up and well
-expect him to make some nice food and feed you if you end up injuring your hands
-please kiss him out of his guilt otherwise he’s just gonna wallow in sadness
todoroki shouto
-door slamming really isn’t thing
-the poor boi is just too tired to do it, the last thing he wants his energy drained body to do is to put in the energy to create a startling sound
-so nobody ever notices whether he is in his room or not since no sound emerges 
-but a whine arises while everyone besides the both of you were in front of the tv for a weekly movie night
-everyone is just confused asf 
-they keep looking for the source but they can’t find any
-hence they go back to watching the movie since they could no longer hear any noises
-little did they know that todoroki uncharacteristically slammed the door
-and his s/o was the one received it’s wrath instead of it’s frame
-he’s shocked when he sees on the floor from the impact
-panicking while looking at you form
-but when you immediately tap his foot
-he is snapped back to his senses and activates his right side 
-and uses it in place of the ice pack to reduce your pain
-which is why the others couldn’t figure out the source of the noise
-he kisses your tears away when you’re in pain
-please comfort him and let him know that him getting mad and slamming the doors is fine
-seeks advice from fuyumi on how to take care of you
-the first few times, he ties the cast too tight or too loose but eventually gets it right and is now a pro
-compliment him on his first aid skills and he will pass out 
sero hanta
-likes to playfully slam doors to mock bakugou and his anger
-issa baku squad thing y’all
-but when you unfortunately become the victim of his playfulness
-he’s just still
-his two braincells unable to process anything
-and when you start laughing about how he mastered the act of angy bakugou
-spreading your libs in the floow
-he’s breaks out from his trance and begins laughing with you 
-the both of your stomachs hurt from laughing and sero joins you on the floor
-y’all just be gasping for air until you wince from pain
-will tape your hand up to your body so that it doesn’t move unnecessarily
-when the pain subsides after a pain killer 
-y’all conclude that it’s a sprain at the most
-and when you try to peel the cello tape of your arm
-he looks at you, in panic
-can feel your rage building up
-because who the ties an arm up with cello tape? 
-THAT SHIT HURTS
-you’re half crying and half laughing as he tires to peel his tape off your arm
-whoever walks into the common room and find you doing that
-they’re scarred and instantly walk away
-when you are healed up
-the both of your braincells form a connection with one glance at each other
-and the both of you dart towards your room
-getting all pumped up to bang the door, tease a certain someone and experience that serotonin
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explosivenebula · 4 years ago
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Can i request a shoto x female reader where the s/o has a very stressful time with her job/jobs but doesn't want shoto to know how bad it is, culminating in her passing out from exhaustion mid sex?
I love this, great idea! Hope you enjoy what I’ve written, and have a lovely day/night!
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Todoroki x Fem!Reader {Scenario} {NSFW} {REQUEST}
**MATURITY TAG**
Pairings: Todoroki x reader
Warnings: NSFW, swearing
If you’d like to request a similar headcanon or something entirely different with the same or different MHA/BNHA characters, feel free do to so! Note: Most of my work will be a gender neutral reader/perspective, unless you specifically request something different. You may also request a headcanon for any size, ethnicity, religion etc of person, everything here is welcome! (As long as it is not offensive, and follows the guidelines.)
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Todoroki was always the caring type, and never skipped a beat when it came to making sure you were okay both under and away from his care. To him, you where his top priority, and nothing could compromise that. 
He had began to notice the exhaustion for weeks now, how you would come home completely drained from your job, or spend more than just hours at a time working far longer than you were required to. 
You had become so exhausted you practically had no time for anything anymore. Your job seemed to consume your life, and Todoroki was receiving the blunt of the trouble. 
The second you came home you were in bed, and the minute you woke up you were gone again. Every waking day was spent at your job. Nothing could pull you away, and no matter what you were forced to endure, your work ethic and personality was the only thing getting you through. 
Despite this, however, you made an effort to hide the exhaustion from Shoto, hating the idea of him worrying or making a fuss over you for what you believed was no reason at all. He as a hero, after all. He had much more important things to do than babysit you 24/7. Or at least, that’s what you thought. 
Every time he would notice something off about you, like your lack in appetite despite having not eaten at all around him, or completely zoning out even when he was speaking directly to you, he would ask what was wrong. 
And every time you would reply with the same old answer, ‘I’m fine, Shoto, don’t worry about me.’ You knew this couldn’t go on any longer. It was taking a massive toll on you, and you knew you were way past your breaking point. Any longer and you would completely break. You were fragile.
But talking to him about the issue seemed like such a hard task for you. You couldn’t bear to think what he would say, and the fact you d come so far without saying anything only pushed you to go a little further. 
So when you had come home three hours late, a little less than twenty minutes ago, he was obviously concerned, but gave you your space. You managed to flash a fake smile and that seemed enough to pass him, making your way straight to the shared bedroom where you were now sitting on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the ground with Todoroki behind you preparing the pillows. 
“Darling?” 
You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt his hand on your shoulder, his silky smooth voice dripping like honey in the air and filling your ears. “I’m coming, Sho, give me a minute.”
He simply groaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hands beginning to wander your torso. Before you could turn however, he planted a gentle kiss on your neck, biting down on the sensitive skin and coaxing a quiet moan from your soft lips. 
Snickering lightly, his wandering hands rested on your hips, stabilizing both you and himself as he continued to trail kisses from the underside of your jaw, neck and down to your chest, his hands now playing with the hem of your shirt. 
You couldn’t help but let out a long string of uneven moans, the sounds from you only egging the half and half male on further. “S-sho...stop. I have to work again tomorrow, remember?”
Todoroki simply rolled his eyes and grunted, pushing you down on the bed and slowly crawling his way on top of your body. He leaned down, kissing your lips and distracting you as he lifted the article of clothing from your body, utilising the soft arch in your back to play with the clipping of your bra. 
“Work can wait.” You rolled your eyes and snickered, using your free hands to trail up towards his hair where you scratched his scalp lightly. “You’re so straightforward.”
He shrugged, a small smile on his lips when you shuddered at his cold hand tracing patterns on your bare stomach. “Perhaps. Just relax, okay?” You swallowed, nerves slowly pricking at your skin. 
You had engaged in this with Shoto before, but the limits of you exhaustion were starting to catch up to you, and you soon became worried that this would, indeed, be your breaking point you had been so adamant on pushing back. 
But even as the tiredness and sluggishness pooled in your mind and caused your eyelids to droop, you didn't have the heart to push Shoto away. After all, you would be lying if you said you didn't want this. You wanted him, and you refused to let your tiredness deny you of another regained night with your lover. 
With a sift motion he tore the shirt from his body and got to work on your own, his hands groping your breasts while shaky breaths left his parted lips. You bit your lip, trying your best not to explode with your moans. 
“Gah, S-sho-to...sh-it” He grinned, leaning down to wrap his mouth around your now perky buds. As he did so, he let out soft moans from your own travelling hands, beginning to palm him gently through his jeans. 
The vibrations on your skin sent you into a flurry of pleasure, coaxing every moan you could from him and responding with your own. 
He eventually found the strength to pull away and plant butterfly kisses on your stomach, pulling down your own garments and using his thumb to rub gentle circles on your throbbing clit. 
“You’re so wet already~” You groaned, hiding your face from his staring eyes and moaning into the pillow. “Shoto....f-fees so good...” He sucked in a heavy breath at your soft praises, feeling his own desperation begin to climb. “Fuck-”
Not being able to hold back any longer, he pressed you down, trapping your hands and giving himself two slow, agenising pumps to prepare himself. He kept eye contact with you, snickering as you squirmed with excitement and annoyance at the teasing. “God sake Shoto, just-”
You weren’t able to finish your sentence before he shoved himself inside of you carefully yet harshly, his own grunts being overthrown by your lied moans and cries of pleasure. 
He began to move in and out of you, his thrusts taking the timing of his shaky breathing and grimaces with each scratch your nails made on his shoulder blades. You moaned out his name loudly, only egging him on to move faster and harsher. 
“Shit! Shoto...ahh~ p-please...” He laughed softly, sweat beginning to form in soft beads on his forehead with every moment in and out of your throbbing womanhood. 
But as he did so, you began to lose contact with your consciousness, your vision turning slightly blurry as your strength was drained from your limbs. After a few more seconds, your arms felt numb, and your mouth had become too dry to communicate to Todoroki. 
His continuous movements only added to the massive headache that have overtaken you so suddenly, and it wasn’t long before the last string tying you down snapped, surging your body into the inky darkness of unconsciousness. 
And the second Todoroki felt your arms slip from around your neck, he paused, shaking his head to open his eyes and look upon your figure. His eyes widened at seeing your passed out body and he froze, his breathing hitching with concern and fear.
“S-s/o? S/o!” He swore under his breath and pulled out, quickly gathering you in his arms and wrapping the beds blanket against your completely limp form. “S-shit! s/o! Wake up...baby? Please, darling...hey...”
Soft tears welled in his eyes and he choked down sobs, complete terror ripping wildly through his mind. Had he hurt you? Was he too aggressive, did he rush into things? Why hadn’t you said anything? We’re you sick?
Every possible question ran his thoughts, making him shake in worry. He was quick to pull you into his arms, rocking you back and forth gently while brushing the sweat from your face and planting soft, reassuring kisses on your lips. 
It was when you began to stir that his heart sank into his stomach, a sudden feeling to throw up becoming too overwhelming for him. But he had to stay strong, for yours and his sakes. 
“Darling.” You groaned softly, your eyelids flickering in an attempt to process the bright lights surrounding you. “S-shoto?” The half and half male was able to breath a sigh of relief, letting a lone tear slip down his cheek as he began to hold you that slightest bit closer. 
“You scared me, s/o. You passed out, are you alright? What happened? Did I hurt you?” You let out a shaky breath, not having enough strength to move your arms, only enough to bury your head in the crook of his neck. 
“I-i’m s-or-ry.” He shook his head, trying his best not to scare you with his wild actions “No no no...why? Why are you sorry? Are you sick?” You shook your head, melting into his arms. “N-no. I’m sorry, Shoto.”
He froze, his eyes widening at your actions. “It was work, wasn't it? You said things were fine...s/o...” You let a small tear slip, groaning gently at the thumping headache you carried. 
“I’m sorry I lied...I didn’t want you to worry.” He bit his lip, wrapping his arms closer and tighter around your body. “Of course I’m going to worry, s/o. Why wouldn’t I? I just want the best for you, please, hat’s why I’m here.”
“You can’t keep pushing yourself like this. You could have gotten seriously hurt, and you scared me half to death. s/o, listen to me.” He frowned, planting a kiss to your forehead. 
“I’m right here to take care of you. Please, come to me, talk. I’ll help, with anything, okay? I couldn't never be disappointed in you, and nothing you ask for will every be too much.”
“I promise to take care of you. You’re staying home tomorrow, and we’re fixing this, now. You need to rest and get your strength back.”
“I love you, s/o. So please, don’ be afraid to rely on me.”
*Hope you enjoyed this! It took a bit to write, so hopefully it’s at a good standard. I do apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Thank you for reading, have a wonderful day/night!*
If you’d like to request a similar headcanon or something entirely different with the same or different MHA/BNHA characters, feel free do to so! Note: Most of my work will be a gender neutral reader/perspective, unless you specifically request something different. You may also request a headcanon for any size, ethnicity, religion etc of person, everything here is welcome! (As long as it is not offensive, and follows the guidelines.)
Posted 06.09.2021
Written and Published by: explosivenebula
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moonspy-writes · 4 years ago
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The Rain that Brought Us Together
Pairing- Deku x Reader
Word Count- 923
Warnings- angst, character death, terrible feelings
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The gray sky darkened as a few drops of rain slipped through the clouds. It was as if the weather could feel the rising emotions of sadness and pain coming from the pair. The green-clad hero cradled the other with a sense of panic while the young woman conveyed an expression of peace twinged with pain.
“Don’t worry Y/N. We just need to find someone to help you.” The urgency to find help was clear in Deku’s voice, but you cut him off before he could continue.
“You’re so warm Izuku. There’s no point in finding help we both know that I’m dy-” Y/N started before he interrupted her.
“Stop! You’ll be okay. You’re not going to die. But I have to get you out of here before the rain gives you an infection.” Y/N could hear a slight wobble at those words mixed with a slight tone of anger, but instead of retorting back with a clever quip, she remained quiet.
After a moment, she spoke up again. “The rain won’t hurt me now Izu. I can barely feel anything.” The way she spoke about her injuries so calmly was even more worrying and Deku quickened his pace. “But it’ll be ok, you have Uraraka-chan and all of your friends that love you so much that you won’t need me.”
“STOP! Just stop it! I know I have them all, but none of them are you. You’re my best friend, you being gone will never be okay.” The green haired man had tears freely flowing down his face and Y/N could hardly tell the difference between his tears and the rain. “You won’t be there to make me laugh or smile. Angry and sad. There won’t be a point to anything anymore.”
He continued his hurried gait but due to his immense crying, he tripped and dropped his fellow hero. You rolled a few feet away and he scrambled to pick you up again and resume his search, but his own injuries prevented him from doing so. Deku crawled over to you. 
“You call me a hero but how can I be one if I can’t even save you.” Y/N’s eyes widened as she began to comfort the broken man.
“You were my hero not because you could or couldn’t save me. You were my hero because you were my friend. The most perfect friend I could ever ask for. And maybe in another life, things would have been different for us.”
Izuku desperately wished she wouldn’t say the words that would ruin him forever but he sat there knowing her time was short and let her say her piece. Y/N grabbed his hand before continuing.
“In another life, you wouldn’t have been quirkless. In another life, I wouldn’t be an orphan that no one wanted. Life wasn’t worth living until I met you. The scared, little green-haired boy that brushed his own tears away so that he could help me with a smile find my way back home.” Her grasp tightened weakly as she blinked away her own tears with a meek laugh at the memory. “But you changed everything. You gave me everything I ever wanted. Friendship. A family. Love.”
Izuku began to cry even harder, if that was even possible. But the Y/H/C girl was not yet done with her speech.
“And in another life,” She offered with a sad, gentle smile. “I would have fought harder for you. I wouldn’t have helped Uraraka-chan ask you out. I wouldn’t have let so many words I wanted to say to you die in my throat.”
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Deku cried, his anguish echoing of the ruins and rubble.
“Because I was scared. I was so scared I would lose the friendship that meant the world to me. So I pushed my feelings down to spare everyone else's.” Y/N looked up at the rainclouds before glancing back to Izuku with tears falling like the rain she was so glad she was able to see before she died. 
“”Did you know? The day we met, it was raining? So I’m glad that it ends like this. I met you in the rain, and I get to say goodbye in the rain.”
It hurt the green-eyed man to see his friend concede without a fight. It hurt to see his best friend that was so usually filled with energy, lie there listlessly. “But this isn’t goodbye. Just as soon as we find someone with a healing quirk, it will be all better. Everything will be ok.”
“Izuku. I wouldn’t have said all this if I knew I was never going to be able to say it. This really is it.” Y/N’s voice was growing weaker by the second and they both knew that her time was short. “You really did keep true to your word all those years ago. You did help me find my way home. Deku, you are my favorite hero. Thank you for giving me everything. I love you more than you could ever know.”
Her voice stopped and Izuku didn’t have to look at her to know that it was over. He would never hear from her again. Never see her again.
The rain stopped and as if the world was mocking him, Deku’s fellow Pro-heros were running toward him. He laughed at the terrible irony and clenched his best friend’s hand before the exhaustion he was keeping at bay finally caught up to him.
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Ok. I am super sorry and I cried writing this. Really brought out all the sad feels for no reason. Forgive me as I don’t. Thanks for reading even though I gut-punched you with a Detroit Smash. -Moon
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Remember me 9
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Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x OC
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“Oh my god I can’t breath” Olive giggled, crumbling into Eliott’s lap. Her husband smiled down at her gently playing with her hair.
“This is serious Olive!” Eliott said, his smile melting away to a very strained serious one. His dark brown eyes studying her face, “it’s the greatest story ever told. Guy dates a woman, woman’s ex is a mob boss who is involved in illegal fashion, mob boss’s daughter almost gets killed. Now the guy must use his skills from the years of being in the other four movies to get revenge on his girlfriend’s daughter’s father. Tale as old as time “
“I’m just saying they should have killed the guy and the daughter could have gone full ninja killer and taken out her father and his gang.” Olive giggled, wiping her eyes from the tears of laughter that had been rolling down her cheeks.
“That would probably have been a better movie… but would it also have bad dummy shots?” her husband asked.
“Of course” sitting up inspiration struck, “I have an idea!” Eliott watched her as she sat straight up. “You write the action and I will write the romance.”
“How much romance will there be if the daughter is 12 yearsold.”
“Well romance and character stuff.” she shrugged, “And you can add in all the poorly done dummy blow ups you want.”
“I will” Eliott said nodded, “But only if I can use sex dolls.”
“Like, Hard Ticket to Hawaii ? Oh wait! Now hear me out” Olive giggled scooting up so she was now straddling her husband taking his hands in her own. A goofy smile spread across Eliott’s face as he weaved his fingers into her own.
“Oh are we at the wait stage of drunk Olive?”
“Shhhh” she giggled leaning forward slightly brushing her nose on his, “But really, this is serious.” Cleaning her throat for dramatic effect she continued, “a Hard Ticket to Hawaii Death Wish 4 crossover.”
“Oh girl,” Eliott said, his voice hitting a higher pitch on his girl . Olive giggled pushing herself forward so she was resting on his chest.
“I love you.”
“No way really?” Eliott gave a fake gasp  “That’s sooo weird because you know what? I love you too”
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“ So just be ready ” Kirishima said, prepping the gang, “She’s… the same but different. ”
The group nodded in unison, game faces ready for whatever was coming. And that something was slowly walking toward when in the form of Bakugou and Olive.
Right off the bat it was obvious something was off. While they were holding hands it looked unnatural. Bakugou’s shoulders were hunched and he seemed to be looking anywhere but at Olive who was talking in the city as if she had never walked down this street before. Her large hazel eyes taking in everything, mouth slightly open.
“Olive! Bakugou!” Kirishima said, waving. At the sound of his voice Olive looked up and waved, a smile on her face as she looked over at the group of others standing with them. Her eyes intently taking everyone in as if searching for something that wasn’t there
“ Hello! ” she said as they both stood there awkwardly. Hands had been let go and now hanging at their sides. Limp as if unsure what to do.
There were a few more awkward nodes before Kirishima led them all inside toward the balcony seating, their usual stop. “T his place is amazing! ” Olive said looking around her eyes wide as she took in the atmosphere. Everyone froze as the blissfully unaware woman turned to her husband, “ How did you find this place Katsuki? ”
“ I didn’t, you did .” he said as everyone around him winched slightly. The awkwardness was so thick you could almost taste it, and it didn't taste good.
“Oh.” her voice soft as she bit her top lip looking down at her purple painted nails. She had found her polish that morning and had decided to try out the fun colors.
There was a long pause when Mina spoke up, “How’s Clare and Lilly and the others? ”
Olive blinked looking up, “ You know the girls? ”
“ Yeah we have wine and Rupaul's Drag race nights. I think the last one we did was about a month ago wasn’t it? ” the last statement, more of a question then a comment.
“Uhhh” Olive shrugged unsure how to respond
“ She doesn’t remember it ” Kaminari mumbled to the little pinked haired girl. And again there was a lapse of awkwardness. Turning to Momo from across the table Olive pointed to her shirt.
“ I love your shirt so cute! ” she said, stumbling slightly over her words. Momo lit up pointing to the shirt that Olive had gotten Momo for the hero’s birthday. The words “Females are strong as hell” in English was written in script across the chest. She had gotten it because she always told Momo, who was the 4th hero and number 1 female, that she was the most badass out of everyone (and that ranking didn’t mean shit). Also they were both addicted to “Unbreakable Kimmy Shimitt”  
“ Thank you, I’m Momo '' the dark haired hero said, noticing how much Olive was struggling trying to piece together who was who. Before they had come Momo and her fiancee Shoto Todoroki had decided to treat her like they had met for the first time. “ and this is Shodo my fiancee .”  
“ I’m Mina! ” Mina said quickly and everyone else followed suit with a quick round of introductions.
“ Yeah I have pictures ” Olive lit up at the introduction. “The fair.”
“ What picture did you have ?” Momo asked, leaning forward.
“ This one of the fair? ” Olive said, holding up the phone leaning over the table to hand her the phone. Watching them Kirishima chuckled leaning toward Bakugou.
“ Why are they across the table from each other?”  
Bakugou shrugged, rolling his eyes, not shocked by the poor seating choices. After coordinating this whole night was he really now in charge of seating as well?
“ Oh that was so fun. ” Momo smiled looking at the photo. Memories of her trip to the US where Olive had given her the grand tour.
“ Oh is that the American Fair? What other pictures do you have? Do you have the one from when we all went to that spa? Do you have the one of us in those masks making the peace sign? What about... ” Mina was bursting with questions going way too fast for Olive to keep up. The poor girl’s smile looked slightly strained as she tried to look like she was understanding more than every other word from the excited pink haired girl.
“You’re going to fast for her! ” Bakugou barked out noticing the very overwhelmed look in his wife’s eyes, “ She's still learning .”
“Oh sorry Olive” Mina whispered looking down at her hands feeling her face flush.  
“Don’t yell at her.” Olive said good naturally in English nudging Bakugou playfully with her shoulder. The blonde looked like the wind had been knocked out of him her words cutting him harder than he wanted to admit. “Which picture did you want to see Mina?”
Before the pink girl could respond the waiter came up to introduce herself and take drink orders.  A look of desperation came over Olive’s face as she looked down at the menu. Anxiety quickly flooded her system. The social pressure of trying to be normal while navigating a language she was still learning was extremely stressful. And this was besides the fact she had no idea what was good here or what she would like to order. Did she had a regular drink here? If so, what was it?
Desperately she looked down at the Japanese characters as if they would suddenly jump out and give her all the answers.  
A large hand slammed over the menu making Olive lookup. Bakugou’s intense red gaze met her hazel one.
“I’ll order for you,” he said softly in English, more of a statement than an offer. His red eyes studding her as if reading all her thoughts. She smiled softly at him making him flush slightly looking away from her to the waiter ordering quickly.
“Thank you” she whispered, her hand gently brushing against his arm. Her fingertips leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. It felt like her touch was fire.
Quickly he rubbed his arm as if he could put out the flames that were licking at his skin.
Fuck. He had it bad.
“Yeah well you looked so lost.” he grumbled looking away turning to Kirishima who was intently watching the conversation with the most annoying smile on his face. “ What are you looking at? ” Struggling Kirishima’s annoying smirk didn’t fade but he offered no explanation for his expression.
Typical.
Lucky for Bakugou the conversation shifted to other things. Work, life, weird food Kaminari had tried last week on his trip to Bermuda.
Olive quickly picked up her conversation with Momo about the place she was looking into for her wedding and life in general. Since they were - as Kirishima had pointed out- sitting across the table from each other, Olive had to basically lean up over the top of the table to shout of the music that was playing in the background.
Bakugou couldn’t help but frown watching as his wife literally looked like she was crawling over. Her eyes bright as the two talked. It was the most enthusiastic she had been in a long time.
“If you want to be with her so bad go sit over there, ” he said, it came out much harder than he had meant it to be. But he was annoyed and sometimes -ok most times- had a hard time masking his emotions. Olive blinked looking up at him confused for a moment before getting up from her seat moving over - much to Momo’s delight- to sit down next to her. He could see her pulling out her phone probably to show off pictures of Dolemite. Or maybe to ask more about the people who littered it. He could tell she felt awkward about asking him those questions. Knowing it hurt.
But also he wanted her next to him. To feel her next to him. To know she was still there with him.
“ OMG I love this song !” Mina squealed as a song came on.
“ Let’s dance, ” Momo said, getting up knowing Olive loved to dance. Normally she was the one dragging the girls onto the floor. At the promise of dancing Olive lit up as she stood to follow them. However before she left she glanced over at Bakugou, as if checking in with him.
“Why are you looking at me? Go!”
Olive flashed him a wide smile before following the girls into the crowd. The other two girls grabbed her laughing as they swayed with the music. Not having to talk just laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The universal girl code of good music and alcohol.
Three songs later and she was slowing down, taking a moment to breathe looking around the dance floor.
And that was when she thought she saw him.
Long blonde hair pulled up in a man bun. A basic flannel shirt, on the shorter side with broad shoulders leaning on the bar, his back to her.
Eliott
Her brain zoned in on it, for a second she forgot he was dead. Forgot he was gone.
That first month after his death she saw him everywhere. Heard his laugh. Sensed his presence. Slowly it had gotten better. His presence slowly fading from the bright sun of the day to the dark of night or in those first moments when she was waking up. And even more recently his presence had slowly faded. Her brain too busy trying to understand this whole new life she was living to focus on the loss.
But as the man turned and she saw it was clearly not him something washed over her. Hit her right in the face crushing her inside.
She didn’t even realize she was crying until Momo came up and hugged her.
“What happened?” she whispered in English as Olive raised her hands to her face trying to stop the tears. But they wouldn’t stop. Her chest so heavy it felt like her whole body was filled with sadness and the only way out was through her tears.
“I just… I thought… I saw Eliott.” she hiccuped, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Momo asked, frowning as she studied Olive. Mina, whose English was not as good, hovered around them both rubbing Olive’s shoulder trying to understand what had happened.
“I just… can't stop crying.” Olive sobbed trying to take deep breaths to gain control of herself.
“It’s been a lot for you.” Momo said, “come here” she hugged the girl for a moment before pulling away.
“ It’s ok to miss someone. ” Mina said, holding out a napkin she had grabbed from the bar.
“Yeah and for you it’s been very recent.”  Monmo added nodding
“I just feel guilty… Katsuki.” Olive fumbled through the words trying to explain all the emotions that were swerling like some muddy concoction in her chest.
“ Oh Bakugou can get over it. ” Momo said, waving her hand trying to keep her words simple so both girls could understand what she was saying, “ he gets all moody but he really cares about you. ”
“ Yeah, the first time I met you he was so… relaxed. ” Mina said, trying to find the right words, “ None of us had ever seen him that way before. ”
“ He was happy. ” Momo nodded, “ He will be fine, you need to focus on yourself.”  
From across the bar Bakugou had lost sight of where the girls had gone. The crowd was getting thicker and thicker as the night had dragged on. He knew Olive would be safe with Momo and Mina there but still, he wanted to make sure she was ok.
And then he caught a glimpse of them. Standing at one of the far corners of the dance floor. Momo and Mina standing over Olive, hovering around her with concern on their faces. For a moment Mina moved and he could see Olive clearly, holding a small white napkin wiping her eyes.
Shit.
“ Hey bro where are you ?”
“ Just drink your beer. ” Bakugou interrupted Kirishima as he quickly made his way to the dance floor. Momo’s eyes met his and she shook her head but he didn’t care. Olive wasn’t Momo’s wife, she was his. They were supposed to be distracting her, not reminding her about her memory loss.
“Hey,” he said, reaching out for her. Olive turned eyes wide, still slightly glassy from her tears. Her makeup smudged. “Dance with me.” pulling her away from the girls who looked like they were about to protest. But one death glare from Bakugou told them not too.
He led her across the floor, his red eyes studying her as she took a few shaky breaths. Trying to compose herself. After a few moments her body slowly relaxed letting him lead as he felt her slowly lose herself in the music again.
“You dance?” she asked looking up at him.
“Depends.” he said shrugging
“Humm” she hummed, nodding like Eliott was what she was thinking. Eliott Eliott Eliott. Even Momo got more out of her than him. He felt like she was more comfortable around everyone but him. “You know” she said leaning forward resting her head on his chest catching him off guard. “I like to be with you too.”
He froze, his stomach clutching tightly, his breath coming out in a short gasp. She looked up at him with those hazel eyes studying him. “What you said about Momo, I like being with you too.”
“I heard you the first time” he said sharply only to soften quickly.
“I… I obviously liked being with you before or I wouldn’t have married you.” she added a genuine grin spreading across her face.  
“That would make sense.” He said nodding as they swayed in the music both caught up in their own thoughts. Eyes meeting, dancing in the lights overhead. For a second it felt as if time stood still and Olive was sworn she wasn’t in real life but in some weird musical romcom. As if her whole life was some televised novel filled with hi-jinks and drama.
Caught up in the moment Bakugou gently leaned forward, his nose brushing hers before pausing. Her heart leapt into her throat at the soft intimate touch. Crimson eyes searching hazel for a moment before moving closer, his warm breath caressing  her ear.
“Let me kiss you?”
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plush-rabbit · 3 years ago
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Shuichi Iguchi - Chest Headcanons
Request: So if you think Spinner would have nips…does this mean we could get nsfw headcanons about his s/o messing with his chest? ;P
A/N: I did the ol’ half-and-half because I can only write about chests so much without resorting to short headcanons
SFW:
Shuichi isn’t too insecure about his own body. He struggles a bit with self-conscious issues given how isolated he was as he grew, but he hardly feels uncomfortable in his own body. However, his body- at least in his eyes- feels a bit too uncomfortable to hold. There are times when he’s a bit too touch starved, but he still doesn’t ask for touch, feeling a bit too awkward to actually voice his needs. However, he is a bit rough- scales and muscle adding a particular touch to him.
Because of his body-slash-quirk type, his body is rougher than most. His scales prick against your own skin. However, on his underside- stomach, chest, palms, and soles- he is softer. There’s a lighter tint to him, an almost soft green that blends into his rougher exterior. He isn’t one to show his soft bits to anyone, and often tries to hide it with layers of clothing, and deep into the relationship, he finally removes his layers, and shows you his body. It’s incredibly soft- much softer than you could ever expect. It has a certain squish to it when you press on his stomach, and it’s reminiscent of your own body. Your hands move over his chest, pressed softly where his heart would be and you can feel the heavy thumping of it beat against your palm. He refuses to look at you during this moment, already holding his shirt in such a tight grip that you fear he’s worn the elasticity on the fabric.
With his chest being soft, it’s one of the few places where you can actively rest on him without feeling the ridges of his scales bump under the cotton of his shirt. It’s a heavy weight on him, something that chokes him and proves to be comforting the moment that you roll off of him, or even simply move. You’re much warmer than anything else he’s ever touched, and he likes that feeling. If you aren’t laying on his chest, he finds himself subconsciously rubbing his hand over his chest, cupping over the swell of his breast where you would rest your hand. With you, he can fall asleep easily- you make him feel warm, the type where you’ve gotten clothes out of the dryer and you rest under a pile of blankets, cocooned and safe for just a brief moment where your body lays heavy from the world.
Due to him having scales and not being one to generally practice self-care on himself, he often- albeit reluctantly- allows you to rub cream over his body. You get particularly touchy when he grows close to molting- running your hands over him in slow, circular motions and stopping inches before you can curve your hands over his torso. It feels as if he’s being edged in the worst way possible- his breath held, and eyes focused too closely on the cracks in the wall, and acutely aware of how your hands feel. He can feel every touch from you- the way that you run a finger down a peculiarly deep scar that is smooth under your touch. Or even the way that when you finally do get his chest, how you press your palms to his chest, and he wonders if you’ve noticed that he’s stopped breathing.
Unsurprisingly, he loves the attention that you give to him. While he’d never say it out loud, he never wants you to leave him without your touch. He’s much more of an action type of person, holding onto your wrists and looking down when you try to peel your hands away from him. Shuichi isn’t sure if it’s the years of solitude or the fact that he’s so helpless around you, that makes him so needful to your touch. The first time you touched his bare chest he let out a soundful gasp, and wouldn’t speak for the remainder of the time. And still, he remains speechless to your touch. He still feels his body grow tense and heart beat against his ribcage. He can feel your hand- every soft brush of it, the soft tapping of your pinky tapping alongside his pectoral, the way that your nails scratch lightly under his chest. It’s all so bare to him, and he holds your hand to him, not wanting you to move away until he’s had his fill.
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You always seem to focus on his chest when things are growing feverish between the two of you. Your hands cup at his face, threading to his hair and tugging near the scalp as you push yourself closer to him. Slowly, your hands will come down, curving over his chest, running your thumbs in arches where his nipples pebble under your touch. Shuichi isn’t sure if he’s sensitive due to being so new at these types of experiences- even pleasuring himself, he was never one to touch his chest so he’s incredibly new to all these touches. He pants and whines under you, breaking the kiss and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. It’s low pitched, his snout running along your neck, humping against your body as his hands claw into your sides as your pinch at his nipples.
When you go down on him, there’s a hand that holds on his thigh or cups over his package, nuzzling your face into his crotch, drunk on him and his scent. With his head tilted back, he fails to feel your other hand ghost upwards his chest, reaching past his abdomen tickling the soft, supple skin that squishes under your touch. His breathing is ragged, wheezing almost, as he feels his high approaching. When your hands pinch at his nipple, twisting the hardening bud, he sucks in a sharp breath, letting out a lewd moan. A hand cups your own hand, keeping it there even when you try to move onto the other neglected nipple. He’s whining, humping into your wet mouth and begging under his breath, as you continue to play with his abused nipple.
He absolutely loves when you kiss him, taking the initiative to touch him and come close to him, pressing your self flushed against him where he can only gasp and lay under you. As your lips are busy, his mind foggy and thick with arousal, he can hardly notice when you break the kiss, pecking down his body, your tongue soft and scratched by his scales. You know better by now than to try to leave any type of bites or marks on him- the most that it’ll ever do is leave the softer side of him puffed. He’s panting, feeling how you whine and buck into him, and then your lips are on his chest.
It’s in this moment that he looks down at you, and you look up at him with wide, doe eyes, your mouth giving an open kiss to his nipples. He’s over the moon, whining and bucking, trying to murmur any sort of sentence for you to be gentle only to interrupt himself with a moan when you let your teeth nip at the mound, immediately feeling the swell of the abuse and giving a light kiss at it in order to soothe him. He forces himself to look at you, to keep his eyes trained as you mouth at his chest, kissing and squeezing him. It’s attention that he never got and he’s wrecked with your touch, with how you give him such careful attention, how you let one of his breasts be played with a hand, and the other to be kissed and lightly suckled by your mouth. It’s enough for him to stain his pants, shaking and chirping under his breath.
Even though he enjoys the attention to his chest, it can still be too much for him to ask you to do such a thing. He really should be giving you pleasure, but he adores your attention, adores how you kiss at him and knows how to make him squirm. You know just how to take care of him, and he hates to ask you, but he wants you to focus on his chest. He always feels awkward about it, insecure in a way to ask you to do something so specific that isn’t the usual thing, that this new thing feels almost taboo on his tongue when he asks. He gestures to his gesture, grabs at your hand and looks at you with a pout. He can’t bring himself to ask you to do something like that to him. Shuichi loves your attention, getting drunk off of it until his mind is a swirl of incoherent thoughts. Getting overstimulated just by chest play always feels so foreign that it makes him cream himself as you grind against him.
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emiwritesthings · 3 years ago
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Bnha Headcannons
A/N: just random headcanons; if you would want any of these turned into separate posts let me know!
TW: the last two are kinda sad I guess
Aizawa: despite how people perceive him, he's actually rather clean, he has excellent hygiene, just an extraordinarily bad sleep schedule.
Dabi: he smokes a lot, like a ton. the whole base is forever filled with the smell of cigarettes and weed. he drinks a lot too, but he favors smoking.
Shigaraki: he stays in his room 9-12 hours a day (and that's only his awake time), he only ever leaves for missions. he hasn't cleaned his room in months, everything is just pilled up, he can't even see his bed. (he usually just falls asleep in his chair)
Hawks: he thinks about his future a lot. his life is a constant go-go-go so when he gets back to his penthouse after a long day of patrol, he likes to think about what it'd be like to have a spouse. living in a warm home, not this fancy penthouse that holds no meaning to him. the thoughts make him sad though, cause he knows there is a very small chance he'll ever get to see that future
Miruko: similar to Hawks, she gets very lonely, she puts up the 'i'm a powerful hero who doesn't need anyone' persona, but deep down she just wants to come home and snuggle in bed with a partner, watch Netflix, touch, all of the stuff she sees the couples she protects do.
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lizandbo · 3 years ago
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Rainy days w/ bnha bois
Moving day is in like… five fuckinf days:P
kirishima
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- he likes being productive but also he knows when to shut down and relax
- unlike a certain blonde but ok…
- anygays… yeah, he likes to watch the rain and maybe the sunset with you outside the window
- like a mini date kinda of
- he just likes having a lot of mini dates so you guys could rember them
- maybe some studying or something
- if it starts thundering, he won’t mind, I mean… manly am i right?
- prolly doing some training, like punching the bag
- like bro, you ruining the mfing rain sound with that stupid punchinGg
- i hcs he really likes white noises so, he probably REALLY like the sound of rain, especially hitting on something like the glass or something
- bright fucking smile the whole time
- sleepy time too
- best sleepy cuddle session
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- I think this mans will lovvvvvevevevveee rain, maybe thunder but this all about RAIN
- anyways, maybe some healthy stuff cuz he likes healthy food
- I def don’t like healthyfood I’m sorry
- idk sone celery and peanut butter? Apples and cinnamon? Idk it depends you cuz this is a little hangout with you n him
- in his hammock like two bats
- I was about to say, aye how bout some drinks in that hammock? But like… ya know I think you don’t wanna be drowned in your preferred drink
- like noses burnin and shit, yeah not my forte
- anywaysss
- if you have like.. muscle cramps and that fun ass shit, then please tell him cuz I feel like he has mAgIc handS
- but yeah… rainy days are good with hanta:)
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savnofilter · 4 years ago
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Kinkuary Day 25
gargoyle!fatgum
☠️ warning(s): 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, sexual content, bdsm (?), sex toys, rough sex, crying, pushing limits, overstimulation, asphyxiation, mentions of fem-dom, dry cum but make it female.
☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.
☠️ words: .9k [3 minutes, 50 seconds].
☠️ read more: kinktober(uary) | part one | flf
☠️ summary: Tai was always on the receiving end of wearing the collar. how good did it feel to be have it on you for a change?
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The heavyweight of his hand did great on pressing the toy onto your clit, the sensation making your thighs quiver. Your body tensed up as you felt another climax run you down. You tried moving away from the buzzing that the vibrator delivered to your clit, chest heaving as you tried to control yourself.
With the ball gag keeping your mouth open, a whimper of distress was muffled. You slumped against your restraints that held your arms up, your legs forced open with the same fate as your arms. The only other piece of fabric that was wrapped against you was the red collar that held up your neck hugged perfectly against your skin. The light jingle that was tossed in the air signified the leash that was held around your neck was struggling to keep up with your movements. His effortless hold on keeping your head up was easy. But like the responsible lover he was, he made sure that his grip didn't hurt your throat or anything serious. 
The forbearing pressure on your skin was an exhilarating feeling that you couldn’t wrap your head around. As the buzzing of the dildo continued, you followed down the path of losing yourself. Your mouth hung open as your body tried to anchor itself or its third orgasm for the night. No words left his mouth as he watched you tremble and shake as you tried to calm down only for him to carefully insert the weapon used against you into your sopping cunt, positioning it upwards to immediately hit up against your g-spot. You panted heavily as it was hard to breathe with the red collar around your neck. You would’ve breathed out a sigh of relief if he gave you the chance too… but he didn’t. 
His thumb replaced where the vibrator once was, giving slow and delicate rubs into your clitoris. A broken moan escaped your lips as he abused the spot between your legs. Your thighs clenched as you attempted to close him out, skin slick in sweat as he had no qualms of working you up. You weren’t sure you were going to last very long but you were trying so desperately too. At this point, your eyes started to bead with tears as you tried to yourself together and progressed to fail at it once again.
Though you could not even see him, you timidly raised your eyes to look up at him despite the tears in your eyes. You had never been worked up like this. So many nights you were used to being the one in charge and happily watching as he squirmed from only being under your gaze. It gave you such a strange high. After a few instances of where men couldn’t dominate you the way you wanted, you opted out being the one that gave. But Taishiro was different.
The big moment when he had snapped and dished out what you typically gave him is what made you reconsider. And certainly, you weren’t regretting it. This was the first time that you were feeling aroused under the hand of another male was exciting. Drool ran down the corner of your mouth as it was forced to stay open, the minimal proper way for airflow to your lungs slowing down the process of your response. Taishiro notices this and swiftly adjusts the tightness against your neck not wanting to injure you. He gazed at you with the same unwavering look, the feeling of concern hidden behind them if you looked closely. He leaned in to kiss at your neck—minding the collar—kissing a trail to the soft spot between your neck and jaw, teeth skimming it and sucking.
You jumped upon your skin being played with wanting so desperately wanting to wrap your arms and legs around him and pull him so closely. His hand from your neck moves to grip your thigh while his other stays focused on playing with your erect bud between your labia. You were practically putty in his hands once he started to whisper nothing but praises, his words being the last straw. You groaned as you dry came, body too spent to let out any real substance.
“Such a good girl,” Taishiro mumbled against your neck. He slows down the pace on your clit before pulling away altogether. He smiles as wipes away your tear-stained cheeks, moving in to give your lips a peck. “You looked so beautiful, Y/N.” 
He turns off the vibrator and carefully takes it from your cunt. He spreads your lower lips to watch as your hole gaped, observing how your walls quivered from the loss of touch with the mechanism of wanting more. Taishairo’s hands were delicate in taking off your muzzle and collar, rubbing the skin as the areas that it was held against were hot. Maintaining the same softness in taking down the other restraints as well, catching you in his arms when you drop like dead weight. Carrying you to your bed was easy for him since everything carried by him felt lighter than a feather. Carefully, he lays you down on the bed and gets in close to you. Even with how tired you were you snuggled up close to him. His body quickly enveloped your body as his arms wrapped around your waist and nuzzled your neck. 
“Was I okay?” He asks. A few moments pass where you didn’t answer, probing him to lean up to watch your face. He chuckles as you had already fallen asleep, giving your shoulder a soft kiss. He gets repositioned behind you, tugging the comforters close and resting his eyes closed as well.
He hoped his performance was as good as he thought, so he and you could continue your sexual adventure in the future.
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hopeless-ro-simptic · 4 years ago
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Familiar Cerulean Eyes Part 2
Not sure if that name is going to stick but it’s what I’ve got for now. Also thank you so much? The reactions I got for part one literally made me want to cry. I’ve never posted my writings because I didn’t think that I would get any kind of response. When we hit 7 notes in the first hour I was beyond ecstatic and I thought that that would be it. But 150 notes later and I couldn’t wait to post part 2. Let me know what y’all think of this. I don’t know if I will get a part 3 out as quickly but I do plan to work on it.  
Click here for full list of other parts. Part 3
Slow burn, no smut in this part but maybe a spicy moment. 
Taglist:  @skzero-99 @superblyspeedydragon @jparra4587 @flyingowls @emrysaaryn @imuziawi @sheedaabee @peculiarinsomniac
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Dabi had left you alone for long enough to go get food that you had already scoured his entire room, searching for any way to escape. You had learned that even though the window looked like it could open at some point, it had been sealed shut somehow and you didn’t have the strength to open it. Other than the window, there were two doors in the room. One leading to a small bathroom complete with a tub/shower combo, the other being the door that lead out of the room but was unfortunately locked when Dabi left.
As for the room itself, all it held was a queen sized bed, well really it was a mattress on top of a box spring, with holes in the blankets and sheets that looked like burn marks and a singular pillow that looked like he had owned it for years it was so flat. A dresser that was scarce in the amount of clothing it had in it, seemingly like majority of it was dirty in the corner on the floor next to but not in the torn up laundry hamper, almost all of it black or a shade resembling. The black chair that sat in the opposite corner of the bed that again looked like it had seen better days. Oh and a cigarette tray that was filled to the brim and a fan that was perched on top of his dresser pointing towards the bed. That was about it. The walls were bare other than scorch marks and burns here and there, the blinds were dusty, and the wooden floor was cold and scratched like it had been well worn for several years, burn marks from stray cigarettes being put out.
The Omega in you hated it, they wanted to start cleaning and organizing to find warm cozy things to build a comfort nest out of. The rational part of you saw it as what it was, a hideout for a villain. Not a place to get comfy in. Still you couldn’t sit here and wait. It was driving you nuts.
You had just finished picking up the discarded cigarettes on the floor into a nice neat pile on his dresser and was moving towards putting his dirty laundry into the hamper when Dabi returned. Cautiously opening the door to see what you were doing, he slipped in before shutting it and locking it behind him, takeout food in his hands.
“Look at you, being a perfect little housewife.” The smirk that was ever present on his face was bigger than normal and you immediately dropped the t-shirt that you had been staring at, turning and looking at him, your cheeks heating up at being caught.
He glanced at the bloodied shirt on the floor that was covered in soot and burn marks like the rest of his clothes and he shrugged, placing the food down on the counter before turning to you.
“Part of the job babe.”
You scoffed, crossing your arms and pulling in on your self again. You couldn’t help the fact that your omega blushed at the nickname. You had never been spoken to like that. Ever. Even given the context you couldn’t help but squirm.
The smell of food made you take a step towards him though. You were starving and looking at what he had brought had your mouth watering. He had two different ramen bowls and a rice bowl to go with it. It looked like heaven. Not to mention a whole bag of other snacks to eat as well. You grabbed a water bottle from the bag, forgetting just how thirsty you were as you quickly drank almost half of the bottle in one swoop, hungrily looking between all the food.
“Take your pick princess, I’ll eat whatever you don’t want.” He gave you space to choose through everything, electing to drop back into his chair on the other side of the room, picking up the shirt you had dropped and tossing it into the hamper like he had just learned a new trick.
You quickly choose your preferred out of the options of ramen, leaving the snack bag alone for later. You might need it. Choosing to sit on the floor, against the bed rather than the bed itself so that you had a sturdy surface to put your food, you internally thanked yourself for picking up all the cigarettes.
You could feel his eyes on you, but you refused to look up as you quietly ate the food. It was a couple minutes before he got up and grabbed his own food, choosing instead to sit on the floor next to you than to return to his chair. His legs spread out in front of him, showing you just how long they were, how much bigger than you he was.  Your mouth was watering from not just the food anymore, his scent enveloping you from being this close. You briefly thought that he was probably pumping it out more just to get a reaction from you, but you refused to show it. You weren’t going to play this alpha’s game. You just needed to keep a level head until you could escape. You were just going to ignore him, just enough to stay on his good side, but not to attract further attention from him. You could do that, you had been playing a similar game for years.
“So are you going to tell me your name..? Unless you just want me to keep calling you princess?” You accidentally dropped a rice ball into your ramen, the hot broth splashing onto your hand causing you to flinch at the burn.
Dabi let out a soft hum, setting down his bowl and taking yours away before you could even protest. He took your hand into his own, wiping off the broth gently with a clean napkin that he had gotten from the takeout bag and examining the burn. You couldn’t help but watch him, entranced but how gentle he was being. It was hard to connect the fact that this man, this alpha, was a known murderer. He killed people. He was a known League of Villains member, and yet here you were, letting him kiss your hand like he was a crowned prince in a fairy tale waiting to whisk you away to a better life, his cerulean eyes latched onto your own, a teasing expression.
Your face was redder than it has ever been in your life, yanking your hand away from his grasp, clutching it against your chest like he burned you. What were you thinking? Why was he getting under you skin so easily? Sure, you didn’t have a lot of experience with alphas other than the Todoroki’s, and those that visited the house, but none of them acted like this! You scooted away from the alpha, trying to block the scent of him from your brain, trying to calm down. You weren’t sure why you were so flustered but you needed to breathe to get out of this situation and fast.
“C-can I take a shower?” You weren’t sure why you even asked. Maybe you were scared he wouldn’t let you or that he would try to follow you into the bathroom. But neither fear was necessary as he nodded his head towards the bathroom door, his eyes watching your every movement like a wild cat, a deep chuckle reverberating through the air.
“Do you want me to join you?”
“No thanks!” You jumped up and threw yourself into the bathroom, closing the door behind you and leaning against it, trying to calm yourself. You turned around, locking the bathroom door, hearing the alpha shuffle on the other side of it. He didn’t try the door knob though and you relaxed slightly, turning towards the rest of the bathroom you turned on the shower faucet, hesitating only a minute before stripping out of your soot covered clothes that you are noticing were definitely ruined.
You stepped into the shower, pulling closed the curtain just enough to not get water on the floor but enough that you could see the door still just in case. The only soap in the shower was a cheap alpha brand. You didn’t care at this point though. You just needed to be clean after everything that has happened. Maybe you could pretend it was Shoto or some other alpha that you were going to smell like. Maybe.. just maybe you could pretend it was Touya’s scent.
You huffed at your own stupidity. Why do you always think of him when you’re upset? He can’t just magically save you. He isn’t coming back. You don’t come back from that. You felt yourself slip down into a seated position, pulling your knees to your chest, your eyes going fuzzy as you tried to blink through the tears that suddenly threatened to spill out.
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“Y/N! Touya! Get back here!” You giggled as you heard Fuyumi’s voice ring out behind you, Touya’s bandaged fingers wrapped around your wrist pulling you behind him as he ran, his laughter spilling out. It was a Saturday, Endevor had patrol and instead of working on his training, Touya had decided to steal you away from his younger sister’s grasp.
The two of you had ran all the way through the garden in the back of the house, and hid behind a cluster of cherry blossom trees that were in full bloom. At the time you think you must have been 11 or so, him just a little bit older. He had pulled you down beside him onto the grass and covered your mouth with his hand to hid your giggles, holding a finger up to signal you to be quiet. You could hear Fuyumi run by, calling out your names searching for you both. Grumbling how it wasn’t fair that he took you while you were both playing princesses.
He finally let go of your face, a smile crossing his own as he looked at you’re winded, excited expression. He couldn’t help himself when he leaned over and kissed your cheek, just to see you blush.
“Touya!” You covered your face with your hands, feeling your cheeks glow red.
“What? Aren’t princes supposed to kiss the princess? Isn’t that the whole point? To bond with a pretty princess?”
“You think I’m pretty?” You couldn’t help but look up into his eyes, they were the prettiest things you had ever seen. The color of turquoise, perfect gem stones.
“I think you’re the prettiest.”  
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“Princess? Are you okay?” You heard a soft knock on the bathroom, barely audible over the sound of the water streaming down onto your body. You realized your scent had gone sour, the sadness creeping in without your permission. You needed to keep a lid on things. You turned off the water, and grabbed what seemed to be a clean towel, wrapping yourself in it, grabbing your dirty and tattered clothes to put them on.
“I put clean clothes outside the door if you want them.” Pausing, you frowned. Clean clothes would be nice. You hated being dirty. You took a deep breath, unlocking the door and waiting a second before opening it just enough to quickly grab the clothes before shutting it again, looking at what was offered.
A pair of grey sweats and a black hoodie, very similar to what he was wearing. Cautiously you took a whiff of the clothes, relaxing when you mostly smelled the laundry detergent over his scent. You didn’t want to be scented by him more than necessary. Just in case Shoto tracked you down. You wanted him to be able to recognize you. Not that this scent proof room would allow it.
You already smelled like the alpha’s soap though, quipped your Omega, and it smelled good.
You slipped the clothes on, ignoring your omega, all of it being way too baggy on you, especially the sweatpants, which you rolled up at the bottom so not to trip. The tie to tighten them around your waist was missing and you were pretty sure you were going to have to hold them up. Frowning at your clothes on the floor, even your bra and panties had been ruined. You didn’t know what to do with them, so you scooped them up in your arms and shuffled out of the bathroom, hugging them lightly.
You heard a low whistle and saw Dabi laying with his back on the bed, messing with a phone he held above him that you assumed was a burner, the mess from your meal was cleaned up and nowhere to be found, save for the bag of snacks that you had left. One of his legs bent and with his foot on the floor, the other up on the mattress.  His eyes had abandoned the screen in front of him and were trained on your swallowed form in his clothes. He couldn’t help but think how good you looked wearing his stuff, and after taking a whiff of the air he appreciated the fact that you smelled somewhat like him now, and not like that Todoroki brat. He made a mental note that you didn’t need your own clothes. You could just wear his all the time. Other than the fact that you looked uncomfortable holding up the sweat pants with one hand.
You fumbled with the bundle of clothes in your arms looking around the room for a place to settle. You wanted to curl up in bed and sleep until this was all over. But he was in the bed..
“Just toss your clothes in with mine, I’ll take care of them later.”
“No.” You were tired, you no longer wanted to deal with this alpha. You just wanted a nap, and a nest made out of your own things.
His eye brows lifted a look of intrigue settling across his expression. He sat up, eyes watching you. “No?”
You squirmed under his gaze, considering retreating to the bathroom where you could at least lock the door and be alone, but the bathroom was so small that if you wanted to lay down you would have to be in the bathtub. Which was already wet. You stood there awkwardly trying to decide which of the two you wanted to deal with more, a flirty psychotic killer, or a wet bathtub nest.
“Come here” Apparently the flirty psychotic killer won that one as before you even noticed it you were standing in front of him, him still sitting on the bed, both his feet on the ground now, legs spread to accommodate you, surrounded in his scent. Something about him had your omega waging her tail practically begging you to do things you would never even consider.
He reached his hand up like he was going to grab your face causing you to flinch, but instead his hand gripped one side of the pull tie for the hoodie, wrapping it around his wrist before yanking it harshly, pulling you forward against him slightly and pulling the tie all the way out of the hood. 
You reached up and pressed your hands onto his shoulders, dropping your bundle of clothes to the floor, to brace yourself, his eyes lighting up with amusement at your reaction. You wanted to pull away, but your omega refused. You were a deer trapped in headlights.  
His lidded eyes stayed on yours as his right hand that was holding the tie, slowly drifted down your body, his left sneaking out and gripping your hip to hold you in place. His right hand finally reached your hip, curving around the front of you, removing the waistband from your grasp causing your face to turn bright red, only for him to slip the end of the tie into the hold of the waistband, slowly sneaking his fingers around your waist, feeding the tie through, until finally it poked out the other hole in the front. He returned his left hand to your hip, his right gripping both ends of the tie, pausing to smirk widely at you, flashing his tongue ring before yanking harshly, pulling the waistband tight around your waist and effectively pulling you flush against him at the hip, nose to nose, your face tilted down just slightly too match eyes with him.
His scent was intoxicating. You were completely enveloped in it, and your omega was begging for him to scent you so it never left. And he was waiting for you to ask him oh so patiently. He could smell what he was doing to you, making him laugh internally that he was going to get his way quicker than he thought. Your omega reasoned that he was a strong and capable alpha. He had been nothing but nice to you since you woke up and he wasn’t forcing himself onto you like most of the alphas you had meet previously. He was being so kind and gentle and he smelled so damn good. Why can’t you just…
Because he’s a murderer? He kidnapped you? You have an Alpha? Oh and he’s a murderer!
You pulled yourself out of his grasp, releasing a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. Taking the tie out of his hand, he let the rope slide through his fingers, not making a move to stop you from leaving his presence, knowing that you would be back. You turned away, tying it into a bow snuggly against your waist so that the sweat pants stayed up on their own now. You took several calming deep breathes, trying to get your brain back in order. Not noticing when he reached down and snatched your panties off the floor, stuffing them into his pocket for later.
“Y/N” You barely whispered out. Your omega was still reaching out to him, trying to push you back into his arms. But you wouldn’t listen. Your brain was frazzled and you felt like the world was spinning.
“Hmm?” The soft hum behind you, made you shiver, wondering if he was going to reach out and touch you again. You wanted him to. God you wanted him to. He didn’t though. Just leaned back on the bed, using his hands to prop himself up, enjoying the view of your  backside as the inner turmoil raged in your head.
You snapped yourself out of it, clenching your fists as you crossed the room to the chair in the corner, curling up on it deciding it was as good a place as any to sleep. A soft mumble leaving your lips once more as you pulled the hood up and over your face, covering it completely from his sight other than the tip of your nose peaking out like a little mouse, the red of your blush noticeable from across the room. “My name… it’s Y/N.”  
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fightxxmexxshiggy · 4 years ago
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So BAKUGOU gets a headcanon tonight too and let me just say @dynamightslittlehotpocket it's my attack gremlin hours..... ❤
There is a multitude of different jobs that people have thought of when it comes to what would BAKUGOU do if he didn't choose to be a hero. Now imagine if you will construction worker BAKUGOU.
He would use his quirk for some of the demolition of course but the man is so in tune with his career that he would definitely be a hands on owner or partner in the company. As much as his temper might make his crew jumpy they follow and trust him 100% because he is never afraid to get his hands dirty and do hard work. Eventually the company is so well respected that they end up with more clients than they can handle without bringing on extra office help. So you apply and get hired as the office manager. Your first few weeks are stressful and BAKUGOU makes you want to punch him as he trains you on all the filing and software. Once you get used to everything and have the office running like a well oiled machine BAKUGOU reluctantly focuses on his other work and leaves you be. You slowly start organizing little company parties and work dinners to keep the relationship between the employee's and owner's friendly as well as give clients a chance to see that rough and rude BAKUGOU can definitely be invited to more upscale events. The invites definitely start pouring in and to your horror BAKUGOU makes you go as his date to every party he now has to attend. When you try to refuse his argument makes too much sense for you to say no.
"I never had to go to any gala's or fundraisers until your happy ass started planning parties and crap. If I have to go and make nice with the clients your coming along to suffer with me."
Well suffer with him you do... for the first six months worth of events until it starts to become fun. Your boss and you have a few inside jokes about some of the more eccentric clients and slowly but surely you and BAKUGOU develop a relaxed kind of friendship. Your relationship becomes so good that when you run out of fancy dresses to wear to the events BAKUGOU actually leaves early with you so that you can shop for a handful of new ones to last you a few months. As nice as your dress trip was it got awkward towards the end when one of the retail associates complimented BAKUGOU on being such a caring husband and helping you pick your dresses. You obviously start over thinking in the car and go to apologize because oh my God you were mistaken for his wife only for him to laugh and say that he doesn't mind as going to the gala's with you has been the closest he's done to dating in years and had just been thinking it was about time to be official with each other. That was if you could handle him. You bust out laughing and say you had been handling him pretty great so far and that now you would get the bonus of kisses and play with his muscles with permission. Yes the living stick of dynamite can definitely blush.
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bozowrites · 4 years ago
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Headcanon
↳ How are Bakugou Katsuki and Todoroki Shouto like with a short significant other?
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki and Todoroki Shouto.
TW: none.
A/n: I’d say this is for people 5′3 and under. 
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BAKGUOU KATSUKI
Bakugou is so flipping smug about it.
Short-stack and pipsqueak are his go-to nicknames.
Oh, and he definitely uses you has an arm rest.
He can come behind you for a hug and rest his head on yours without problem.
Teases you because you can’t reach certain things from a certain height.
But he will get it for you after a few minutes of teasing.
If he hears or sees other people making fun of your height, he’ll beat their asses. Only he can make fun of you. No one else.
When it comes to cuddles, he can hold you like a koala, your height being perfect to encase you into his hold.
He won’t outright say it, but he likes giving you piggyback rides. Having you hold onto his neck, his arms latched to your legs as he walks to or from school, even just in the park, is a fun pastime.
But there are times he’s lost you in a crowd.
He was not happy about that.
He screamed all the passersby to move it so he could find his shorty.
“Hey! That’s my shorty! Not yours, so fuck off!”
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TODOROKI SHOUTO
Todoroki doesn’t really care at first.
You were short? Okay.
But as time passed, he found you reaching for something on the top shelf of the pantry.
It made his heart jump. You looked adorable. Tippy-toes, arms stretched and the most concentrated expression.
He would get it for you, cuz he’s nice, and offer you a smile.
From then, he would pay more attention to the small things that made your shortness really stand out.
Reaching for something, being beside certain people, when you look up at him. When you pout and resemble a small dog or kitten begging for something.
“You’re so cute, Y/n,” Todoroki smiles gently. “Want to get some soba?”
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