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[writingbakery]

⤿𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 💢

bakery special; tamaki has always been shy, quiet, reserved. sometimes however, you manage to pull a more.... primal part of him to light.

warnings; smut, lots of it. very little plot, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex [wrap before u tap, angels!], possessive language

dessert pairing; tamaki amajiki x fem! reader

a/n; it was requested someone write tama+breeding kink, & who would i be if i didn’t indulge ?

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your back hits the mattress with more force than you’d been prepared for, the air rushing out of your lungs like a prayer — sometimes, you forget just how strong your pro hero boyfriend is, beneath the shy smiles & blushing cheeks.

tamaki’s eyes are dark, flooded with unspoken lust as he slowly advances towards you on the bed. slow, like a lion, circling a wounded gazelle before pouncing — you gasp as he hovers over you suddenly, attacking the sensitive skin of your neck with wet kisses & harsh bites.

it’s a sharp change from his usual careful demeanor, & you can’t help the giddy rush that slips through your stomach & straight to your slicking folds; it wasn’t easy to get tama like this, but you were well versed in the practice, & you almost always succeeded.

it starts with a t shirt — specifically, one of tamaki’s, preferably one of his looser ones so that it swamps your frame. his favorite pair of panties underneath, lacy and delicate and a light color, barely any fabric there to cover your ass. no bra, hair loose & eyes low, sultry in the way you sneak up on him in his office. “need anything?” you ask gently, hugging the doorframe with a smile, & you can see every nerve in his body light up instantly at the sight of you.

“i was thinking of stopping by mirio’s, he offered to help me with this one exercise i’ve been struggling with,” you add, the cherry on top of a tumbling tower of emotions that flip a switch inside of your normally gentle boyfriend. he’s not easily jealous, but the combination of your — lack of — clothing & his best friend’s name falling from your lips when you looked so ready to be fucked sends him up the wall.

he’s quick to stand & you’re quick to bolt, you laughter leading a trail for him to follow through your shared apartment. he catches you against the bedroom door, hands hauling you up by the thighs to press you up against it & kiss you senseless, nipping your lower lip to shove his tongue inside your sweet mouth.

now, he’s got you pinned, rocking his hips into yours as he kisses a wet trail down your neck; large hands slip under your - his - shirt to squeeze at your hips, pinching your ass to hear your squeals. he’s rougher, more demanding, & you know you’ll be littered with bruises head to toe once he’s finished.

his hands come together to pull your thighs apart, tugging your panties down with his teeth none too gently as he eyes your soaked cunt. you’re used to him being quiet, so his voice startles you just as much as his tongue does, pressing flat & wide against your swollen clit. “this is mine,” he snarls, low & firm, & all you can do is nod helplessly. he doesn’t like that, hiking your thighs up over his shoulders to bury his face into your wet heat. “i said,” he repeats, impatience laced into his tone as he presses a harsh kiss to your clit again, “this. is. mine.”

“it is, it’s yours tama,” you promise immediately, arching into the rough, languid strokes of his tongue; he had an absolutely sinful mouth, & he knew every little trick & tease to make your legs tremble. he’s quick to squeeze your thighs, coaxing his tongue inside your warm, velvet walls as his nose nudges your clit with every stroke.

you can barely keep yourself together, hands in his hair and tugging as he laps & sucks at your clit, determined to watch you cum with his head between your legs. his pace quickens with every whimper & whine from your lips, taking them as personal challenges — he wants to make you louder & louder, loud enough for everyone to hear & know exactly who you belonged to. one finger slowly curls inside you, then two as he traces his name over your clit, over and over until you’re seeing stars.

your orgasm washes over you like a storm, thighs trembling against his hands as he guides you through it, tongue lapping circles around your clit as you settle down into the mattress once more.

he wipes his face with the back of his hand, eyeing you hungrily as you shyly tug up your shirt; you know what that look means, & you’re quick to comply as you hold your legs up by the backs of your thighs.

he settles between them again with practised ease, yanking off his shirt & kicking off his sweats in the process. his boxers are tugged down last, the material straining & wet from his leaking cock as he strokes himself languidly. he takes your thighs in both hands, pushing them up higher as he allows you to guide his cock into your waiting, wet heat.

the first thrust always leaves you both breathless, you from the unimaginable stretch of his cock inside you, him from the way his cock fits so snugly inside your wet, velvety walls, like you were made just for him. tamaki recovers first this time, however, desperate to bury himself inside you over & over to stake his claim, & he sets a brutal pace.

“tell me, bunny. tell me exactly who you belong to, who gets to fuck you like this,” he demands, face buried in the hollow of your neck to bite and suck a mark right where everyone can see. his hips don’t slow, & you can barely focus on his words as you claw at his bare back. he tsks under his breath, letting go of one of your thighs to press a harsh slap to your ass.

“you’re not listening, bunny. are you a bad girl, thinking about someone else fucking you like this?” he warns, and you nearly sob from the feeling.

“nuh uh, no tama, only you, you get to -ah! fuck, only you get to fuck me,” you promise, moans bordering on a pleasured scream as he angles to hit that one spongy sweet spot inside you; muscle memory guides him to it over and over, sending you barreling towards another orgasm without preamble.

he doesn’t stop, not after you’ve come twice, three times; he’s determined to fuck you until you’re properly bred, dripping with his seed as he fucks it further and further into your needy cunt. it’s the ultimate form of possession in his mind; knocking you up with his child so that everyone knows exactly who you belong to, who’s fucking you raw and desperate every night.

his thrusts start getting sloppy, rougher and slower as your wet cunt swallows him in deeper and deeper. you can tell he’s close by the way his breathing shallows out, muttering absolute filth into your sweaty skin as he fucks you through another orgasm.

“that’s right bunny, cum, cum all over my cock like a good girl, and i’ll give you all my cum,” he promises, hips slamming into yours with renewed purpose. “gonna fuck you full bunny, gonna give you all my cum till you’re leaking, gonna knock you up until you’re big and swollen with my baby, fuck!” he’s hooking his arms around your thighs to draw you flush to his chest, cock pressing right up against your cervix he’s so deep, painting your walls with his cum as he fucks it into you slowly, carefully.

you know he won’t pull out for awhile, determined to keep his cum as far in you as he can, but he gently holds you close against him, the telltale flush rising to his cheeks, the tips of his ears. how he can go from the absolute animal he was just a moment ago, desperate to breed you full & proper, to the shy, embarrassed lover you now cover in sweet kisses is adorable, really.

“i think i’ve done enough exercise today, no need to go to mirio’s,” you tease, & he flushes even brighter.

“you did that on purpose, bunny,” he whines, but he doesn’t let you go, merely sinks into your kisses.

who could blame you, when it gave you sex like that? and who could blame you for cuddling him the rest of the afternoon, snuggled up to each other under the covers ? you were in love, & maybe a little sore.

no complaints here.

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[pastry taglist; @heroheads @kingtamakimurder @redbeanteax @secondhand-trash ]

[writingbakery]

“mine & yours”

a little comfort, to help with the recent influx of hatred & bullshit 💓 short & sweet, and quite a few characters to choose from ✨taglist; @katsukisprincess @lady-bakuhoe @burnedbyshoto @keigos-dove @redbeanteax @kingtamakimurder @kbakugouwu @imaginesanddrabblesforyou @sparkncharge @secondhand-trash @bnhaxxassociates @bnha-thot-diaries @angeliclyaslut

[pairings; tamaki amajiki, bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijiro, sero hanta, denki kaminari, shoji mezo, todoroki shoto, hawks, hitoshi shinsou & izuku midoriya x gn! reader]

[warnings; mentions of stress, mentions of anxiety, mentions of sad/pained feelings, hurt/comfort, fluff]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you shiver uncontrollably, jaw set so tight it’s painful as you pace your torn apart room. the stress runs so deep in the hollows of your bones you’re certain it will live with you forever, dips and curves around your spine like a smothering hug. you don’t know what to do, tears staining your face in a repetitive cycle; pace, stress, cry, back and forth like a seesaw.

it hurts but beyond that, it sinks, destroys every ounce of positivity you’d worked so hard to keep close over the past few weeks. any form of peace is shattered the moment you even catch a glimpse of it, and the tears start anew as you bury your face in your hands.

a knock at the door pulls you from your thoughts suddenly, reminding you that despite the loneliness drowning your mind, you’re not actually alone - not physically, at least. cracking open the door a bit to reveal your boyfriend...

Tamaki Amajiki

tamaki fidgets nervously in front of the door, an overwhelmingly large bag in his arms as his worried eyes met yours. “h-hi bunny,” he says quietly, doing his best to keep his shoulders straight, his voice even - he wanted to be reassuring, but you could feel the panic rolling off him in waves, for your own wellbeing instead of his.

you can barely speak, but stand aside to let him in, & he’s quick to dig through the bag and start pulling out all your favorite films - and a ridiculous amount of popcorn. “i thought we c-could have a movie night? to take your mind off everything,” he tries, giving you a slight smile, and it takes everything in you not to rush into his arms right there. “thanks, tama,” you say instead, and the burden feels a whole lot lighter all of a sudden. you’re quick to reward him with kisses, all over his quickly-blushing face.

Bakugou Katsuki

katsuki is frowning, but gently, almost concerndly - if one could frown in care, anyways. he’s empty handed, but dressed comfortably, and he’s quick to push through the door and survey your shaking form. without a word he pulls you close to his chest, arms tight around your waist as he hums soothingly in your ear. “youre alright, princess, it’s alright,” he says softly, voice low, a gravelly softness to his usually harsh tone.

it’s enough to make you start crying all over again, but this time you’ve got katsuki’s hands rubbing your back and petting your hair, whispering soft words in your ear as he kisses your temple - “you’re the strongest person i know, i love you, you’re gonna kick this sad shit’s ass.” the words are comforting in a bakugou sort of way, but it helps immensely, and before long he’s got you giggling in his arms as he threatens your sadness in increasingly violent ways, determined to see you smile.

Kirishima Eijiro

you can see bright red hair and spiky teeth through the crack in the door, kiri’s worried face attempting to squeeze near yours despite the obvious wooden block. “are you alright, babydoll? you didn’t answer any of my texts, so i figured it was a bad day. i bought all your favorite snacks, and i thought we could have a board game night? i have uno, go fish, monopoly, cards against humanity-“

your rambling boyfriend is too sweet to cut off, watching as he talks himself nearly to death as you open the door wider. you’re not even crying anymore, too busy giggling at eijiro’s confused expression as he explains the absolute struggle he’d had trying ti find all the games. “are you.. feeling better?” he asks, concern still lacing his brow as you tug him closer. “much, all thanks to you,” you hum, hugging him tightly, and he’s quick to hug you back with a cheery smile. “awesome! but i haven’t done anything yet?” he’s done more than he realizes, and you tell him so over monopoly.

Kaminari Denki

denki’s got his arms full, his gaming system & every video game he’s ever owned double wrapped in sero’s tape as he precariously balances everything. “hi baby! please let me in before i drop and damage my very expensive system,” he says cheerfully, already halfway through the door as you quickly let him in. he dumps everything on your bed, sorting through a mess of wires as you stare incredulously at his back. “i figured we could have a gaming day! i’ve got snacks too, somewhere - unless i left them back there, hmm...”

he doesn’t mention your tear stained face, instead leaning down to press a kiss to your lips gently. “thought you could use a distraction, you know?” it’s sweet, and very incredibly denki, and you smile as you cuddle up to his side. you know he won’t force you to speak, giving you time - something you appreciate more than you can say. instead, you press a kiss to his cheek, smiling a little wider. “thanks, denki - youre the best.”

Sero Hanta

sero’s leaning against the doorframe, giving you his usual bright smile despite the worry in his eyes. “hey sweetheart, come here often?” the joke is terrible, but you can’t help your giggles, giving hanta your best side eye. “this is my room, hanta,” you remind him, and he pretends to slap a hand against his forehead in mock shock. “of course! your overwhelming beauty must have confused me, i’m in a daze, i’m.... lost in your eyes maybe?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you outright laugh, tears long forgotten at his antics.

“i thought you’d wanna have a cuddle & jam session? i brought my speaker, and my cuddly self,” he offers, and you pull him into your room by the shirt without hesitation. “sounds perfect, hanta. thank you,” you say softly, burying your face in his chest. “of course, sugar. anything for the love of my life,” he promises, half teasing & half serious.

Todoroki Shouto

todoroki stands firmly in front of your door, worry filling his eyes as he takes in your tearstained face. “i understand that speaking about it makes it feel worse, my love. but i am here for you, the same way you always are for me.” he speaks slowly and carefully, attempting to explain his feelings the best way he can. you smile a little watery, rubbing your eyes before opening the door. “i appreciate that, sho. but it’s okay, i’m sure you’ve got something else you could be doing,” you say softly, hugging your arms around yourself.

he’s quick to step inside your room, pulling you close against his chest. your shivers make him frown, quick to use his quirk to warm you. “there is nothing more important to me than your happiness, my love,” he assures you, and before you can react he’s tucking a hand under your knees to lift you up in a bridal carry, deadset on making your pain go away. “and i’m not leaving until you feel better.” you wouldn’t admit it, but you adored these moments, where his sweetness shone through. cuddles wouldn’t fix everything, but they were certainly helpful, and you reward him with plenty of kisses.

Shoji Mezo

shoji peers anxiously into your room, wringing two of his hands nervously. his other arms hold blankets, tea, and some films, but you’re too busy wiping your eyes to notice. “are you alright, angel? i wanted to check on you, but i couldn’t decide on the right blankets, and then i couldn’t find your favorite movie so i had to rent it.” you smile a bit, allowing him inside your room easily. “you’re too sweet to me, shoji. blankets for what?” he sets everything down on your bed before scooping you up in his many arms, hugging you close for a quiet moment.

“i thought we could make a pillow fort. those always helped me when i was younger, and i figured you’d appreciate company.” despite his sweet words, he’s still a bit nervous, and you can hear it in his voice - he just wants to help you feel better. “that sounds amazing, sho. thank you so much, you’re the best,” you assure him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

Hitoshi Shinsou

hitoshi’s eyes bore into yours through the cracked door, sighing softly as he sees your teary eyes. “let me in, kitten,” he says softly, one hand against the door. you listen almost instantly, even without him using his quirk - he’s your comfort, through everything. you let him wrap his arms around you, hold you close and scatter kisses all over your face with a sniffle. “i’m always here for you, kitten you know that. we’ll work through this together, okay?”

just his presence is enough to soothe you, and you smile a bit against his chest. “will you read to me?” you ask shyly; his voice has always been soothing, and a cuddle with hitoshi as he reads aloud sounds like everything you could ask for. “of course, kitty. we’ll do anything you’d like until i see that beautiful smile again,” he promises, and you offer him a small one in thanks.

Hawks

keigo’s got an arm against your doorframe, offering you his most winning smirk. “i heard there was a pretty little dove in distress, and of course, as a lro hero i just had to rush over and offer my assistance,” he says easily, but you don’t miss the concern in his eyes. he’s clearly just gotten off patrol, hair a mess and feathers ruffled, and it makes your heart go soft - even after the stress of working, he still made you his top priority.

“let me in, chickadee. we don’t even have to talk, okay? we can just cuddle, and i can woo you with my endless charm,” he jokes, pulling you from your thoughts. it’s obvious he’s worried, and you let him in without a second thought. “how about cuddles, and we watch that trashy show we’ve been binging?” you offer, allowing him to wrap you up in his wings with a little smile - his presence never failed to lift your mood. “sounds perfect, my little love dove,” he smiles, leaning down to peck your lips gently.

Izuku Midoriya

izuku looks nearly teary himself, hands attempting to push the door open as he looks at you. “angel, what’s wrong? i’ve tried to call you, but you haven’t answered. is it bad again? we can talk about it?” his concern is touching, and you quickly wipe your eyes before letting him inside. “it’s fine, ‘zuku im sorry, you shouldn’t have worried about me,” you reassure, and he immediately pulls you into his arms to kiss your tearstained face. “i’ll always worry about you, sweetheart, i can’t help it. i just wanna keep you safe & happy.”

“you do, i promise. can we just... can we cuddle? and maybe talk? not about this but.. anything else,” you ask quietly, suddenly exhausted. he nods carefully, lifting you up to carry you to bed. “of course, angel. can’t be the number one hero if my baby’s upset, can i?” you laugh softly, burying your face in his neck. “you’re always my number one hero, ‘zuku. always.”

[fin!✨]

[writingbakery]

⤿ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 ! 🍪

bakery special; i needed to cheer myself up with some fluff, & these lil hello panda cookies are absolutely addicting. enjoy 💗

dessert pairing; daichi, ushijima, bokuto, kageyama, & hinata x gn! reader

pastry taglist; @beatific-drabbles @this-kitty-got-claws @the-iron-wife @sushizombie @bakugou-jpg @bear-kingdom-princess @marsbf @heroheads

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Daichi Sawamura

“just one, dai ? pretty pretty please?” you pout, & your boyfriend sighs as he weighs the pros & cons of two different protein powders.

“we haven’t even had lunch yet, [y/n]. you’ll spoil your appetite,” he tries to reason with you as he places the bottle in the cart, ignoring your pouty face with every ounce of his strength. “but they’re so tiny & delicious, one box won’t kill me. plus you said we couldn’t have the really huge box of mini chocolates, this is a fair compromise !”

he’s really regretting introducing the “snack compromise” rule; it was meant to balance out all your junk food with vegetables, & yet daichi feels like you’ve managed to con him with it more times than he can count.

“fine. one box, alrig— [y/n]! wait for me, you’ll get lost again—“ you’re too busy skipping towards the candy aisle, the shiny boxes of hello panda cookies calling your name. oh dear, daichi groans internally, watching you gather at least six boxes in your arms.

maybe he can sneak in a kale shake with your breakfast tomorrow.

[“are you going to at least share them with me?”

“maybe, if you ask nicely!”]

Ushijima Wakatoshi

“say ahh, toshi!”

the gym is absolutely silent, every single volleyball player practically breaking their necks to watch you as you hold the tiny, panda shaped cookie up to ushijima’s lips. tendou is far too pleased, & goshiki looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm.

ushijima doesn’t even hesitate, leans down to gently take the cookie from your fingers — even pressing a gentle kiss against them before pulling away. it’s a practically unnoticeable act of pda, but for him it’s like he’s pulled you in for a hollywood dip & kiss, tongue & all.

“i like the chocolate ones better,” he says after a moment of chewing, & you laugh a little at his teammates’ expressions. “i know, but the strawberry ones are superior, toshi. you & your tastebuds will learn,” you tease, patting his cheek, & he leans against your palm a moment in another rare show of affection.

goshiki coughs on his water, tendou slapping at his back with a cackle heard all the way out into the halls. they’re quite obviously gawking at the pair of you, not used to seeing ushijima so... soft.

“told you. captain’s not so stoic with his weak spot,” tendou whispers, & you can’t even bring yourself to chastise him for gossiping; he’s absolutely 1000% right, & both you & wakatoshi know it.

that doesn’t stop your boyfriend from making them both do laps around the gym for eavesdropping instead of practicing, but they sort of deserved it.

[“i have the chocolate ones at home, if you wanna come over?”

“i’ve got a feeling that was your plan all along, princess.”

“maybe...”]

Bokuto Kotaro

“hi baby !”

your overly energetic boyfriend is waving best he can outside your window, arms full of at least twenty boxes of hello panda cookies. he’s got all different flavors, & if you squint you can see a few littering the grass around & behind him like a cookie trail — obviously from carrying more than he could handle.

“ko, it’s one am! what on earth are you doing?!” you whisper shout, but his smile never wavers. “you were mad at me earlier cause i ate all your cookies, so i told myself i’d buy you more, but then practice ran really late cause akaashi wanted to work on some moves, and then i fell asleep in the shower, & then the one corner store didn’t have the ones you liked so i had to go to the one with the fat cat in the window!”

“kotaro, that shop is nearly an hour away!” your boyfriend is still absolutely unphased, bouncing ok his toes as he tries to balance all the cookies in his arms. “yeah, but you’re my baby, my angel, my sweetheart princess sugar plum honey bun ! only the best for ya, duh !”

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, but inwardly you’re touched; he never fails to make you feel special, even if it’s a little over the top. “well, come inside then, no use freezing your tail off out there. but you’re big spoon tonight,” you warn, smiling despite yourself at the happy dance he does.

“and don’t leave those cookies on the grass, ko !” “of course not, baby!”

[he accidentally leaves a few behind, & you’re finding stray boxes for days after, but it’s sweet nonetheless, & your heart swells every time you see one. ]

Kageyama Tobio

“i can’t believe you’re not sharing with me.”

the pouty look on your boyfriend’s face is downright adorable, almost laughable as he rolls over on your bed to glare at you. you’re sitting at your desk, homework long forgotten as you munch the vanilla filled panda cookies — the ones you’re refusing to share.

“you wouldn’t share your milk with me earlier, so this is payback. you even looked offended that i’d asked !” you counter, munching another cookie, & kageyama scowls. “that’s different ! you know how i feel about milk !” he whines, & you can’t help your giggles.

“well, i feel the same way about hello panda cookies, & you’re gonna have to deal with it,” you tease, & your boyfriend huffs dramatically before flopping onto his back.

one minute passes, then two as you patiently wait. any moment now, and — “what if i brought you your own milk when i go get mine ? & maybe ... i let you sip mine sometimes?” he asks finally, leaning his head back over the edge of the bed to look at you upside down.

got him. you nod with a smile, carefully pressing a cookie to his lips at the compromise, & he grabs your hand to tug you onto the bed with him.

he was a brat, but you’d learned how to get your way with him, & he was none the wiser — he’s just lucky he’s so cute.

[“kageyama ! you brought me milk, i knew you loved me—“

“get away from me hinata, this is for [y/n] & [y/n] only !” ]

Hinata Shoyo

“what do you mean you don’t eat the ears first?”

your boyfriend is looking at you like you’ve grown six heads, but you don’t really care — you’re pretty sure you’re not the crazy one here. “[y/n], the cookie is so small. you don’t eat it all in one bite?” he asks incredulously, crumbs decorating the corner of his mouth.

leaning over, you brush the crumbs off his face before sitting criss cross on the grass next to him, shaking your head. “no, that’s not the right way to eat them. you bite off both the ears, then the head,” you explain, even pulling out a cookie to demonstrate.

hinata is still looking at you oddly, & you shrug your shoulders a little self consciously. “it’s how i’ve always eaten them, i dunno,” you mumble, & you watch his face melt into something more fond, more loving. “i’ll have to try it then,” he decides, carefully nibbling off the ears of the panda cookie, & you smile at how attentive he is.

“hm, they do kind of taste better this way. like i’m savoring it kinda ?” he says, & you nod excitedly. “exactly ! you get to enjoy the cookie more this way !”

“i’ll never eat them any other way ever again ! all hail the superior [y/n] way of cookie eating,” he declares, kissing your forehead as you giggle at his antics.

no matter how weird or out of place you feel, hinata is always there to make sure you know you’re loved just the way you are, & you appreciate him more than you can say.

[“is this cannibalism then? you’re sweet as a cookie, [y/n], & you’re cute like these ones too.”

“hinata shoyo, you flirt!” ]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[writingbakery]

⤿𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 🔞

bakery special; spitting hc’s , specifically mouth spitting for atsumu, tendou, & ushijima

warnings; spit kink, nsfw, semi public/public suggestiveness, jealousy, D/s dynamics, daddy kink

a/n; an excuse to indulge myself in some kink, tbh !

⋆⋅☆ the most likely to be public about spitting in your mouth; atsumu is absolutely shameless

⋆⋅☆ can & will use your flusteredness against you, if you give him an inch he’ll take a mile

⋆⋅☆ “oh baby, are you shy?” paired with his signature smirk, not a care to who’s watching as he tilts your chin up with a finger

⋆⋅☆ prepare to be told to open that “pretty, slutty little mouth” in front of anyone atsumu thinks is getting too close; it’s his way of staking his claim over you

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“why don’t you introduce me to your new friend, sweetheart?” atsumu’s tone is deceptively sweet, but the dominant edge to his words is a sign; he’s jealous, territorial over you as he stares down at the now-quivering volleyball player who’d approached you in the gym. the pro teams occasionally shared a gym, & while he trusted you to take care of yourself when he invited you to watch practice, he didn’t like the filthy way this man was looking at you.

“atsumu—“ he tsked at your words, & you know you’ve fucked up already. “that’s not my name, now is it? be good & tell him.” the man looked torn between absolute fear & slight interest; atsumu tended to have that effect on people.

“daddy, this is.... i don’t know. he just came up to me while i waited for you,” you said softly, & you’re rewarded with a rough, wet kiss. “there you go, angel. open.” he locks eyes with the man as you do as you’re told, making sure to keep the eye contact as he spits directly into your mouth. “in case you needed a reminder. now kindly fuck off.” the man obeys instantly, scrambling to escape atsumu’s wrath, & you giggle just a bit at the panic in his steps.

“don’t think i forgot about you, sweetheart. we’re going home, so i can properly remind you who you belong to.”

⋆⋅☆ tendou is another shameless one, perfectly willing to show everyone how obedient you are to him; he lives for the adrenaline rush of almost being caught, however

⋆⋅☆ he’ll drag you around the corner, just barely hidden from everyone as he tugs your face up to face him

⋆⋅☆ “aren’t you nervous, angel — anyone could see just how easy you are for me, my slutty little baby,” he’ll coo, loving how you squirm & whine

⋆⋅☆ anything could set him off — the way you’re smiling, the sway of your hips as you walk, the way someone turns their head to watch you walk. whatever it is, prepare to be teased till you’re teary eyed

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

“satori, what are we—“ your words are silenced by his darkening expression, caged against the wall by tendou’s taller frame. he had that smile on, the one that sends shivers up your spine; something had set him off, & you already know what’s coming.

“aren’t you just so sweet, baby? everybody’s always got their eye on you, even when we’re just walking down the street. are you a slut, angel? is my innocent little one so slutty, everyone has to stop and stare?” his words send heat pooling low in your stomach, already flushed as you do your best to deny it. “quiet. good little angels don’t talk when i’m talking. open your fucking mouth. “

you obey immediately, making sure you open nice and wide; tendou still digs his fingers into your mouth to open it wider, loving the way your eyes well up at his roughness. he knows you like it, and he’s slow with his movements as he lazily spits into your mouth. “now swallow like a good little pet, & maybe i’ll take care of you when we get home.”

you listen, like always; it’s what he loves about you. he’s quick to hurry you home after, to make good on his promise.

⋆⋅☆ ushijima is least likely to do things in public. he’s a bit more reserved, & his overall size means that keeping you quiet is near impossible. he prefers to hear you anyways, & he’s possessive; only he’s allowed to know what you sound like all desperate and whiny

⋆⋅☆ however, if you rile him up enough, tease & flirt & talk too long with some of his teammates, he won’t be able to hold himself back

⋆⋅☆ “is this what you wanted? are you that fucking needy?” with his hand around your throat, after pulling you to a secluded area

⋆⋅☆ he’ll make sure you’re twice as needy for him when he’s through, he wants to hear you beg for working him up

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

“wakatoshi ! we left everybody at the party— oh,” you whine, gasping as your broad shouldered boyfriend presses you up against the locked bathroom door. you can see it in his eyes, he’s pissed; your little show on the dance floor hadn’t gone unnoticed.

you’d just wanted his attention, & you certainly were going to get it. one hand wraps around your throat, a warning squeeze keeping you in place. “you are so. fucking. desperate. you couldn’t wait an hour or two until we were home, you had to be a little showoff whore, getting everyone’s attention because you couldn’t have mine?” his tone is rough, a little mean, keeping you pinned as his other hand pushes your mouth open. “you’re going to sit here and take all my spit, & you’re gonna hold it until i say you can swallow. that’ll keep your pretty whore mouth shut, won’t it baby?”

his thick fingers keep your mouth open as he spits into it, three or four times to make it harder for you. you’re whining through it, although you know better than to disobey as you keep his spit in your mouth. “now behave. keep your mouth closed, don’t swallow, & i’ll give you what you want when we get home. another hour, alright angel?”

disobedience isn’t an option, but you know wakatoshi will give in after half an hour and take you home to fuck you senseless into the mattress, just how you like.

[writingbakery]

“do you count our bread?”

some absolutely crackhead responses from my favorite characters, because this sentence makes me laugh like no other ✨ enjoy ! taglist; @secondhand-trash @sparkncharge @katsukisprincess @lady-bakuhoe @keigos-dove @redbeanteax

Sero Hanta

“i think we’re good on bread, hanta. i restocked a couple days ago,” you pause in your label reading to inform your boyfriend, attempting to decode the difference between the fluffy pancake mix & the buttery one. hanta shakes his head, tossing two loaves in your cart without even glancing back.

“nah, we only have seven slices left, and we’re making sandwiches for lunch, right?” you nod along absentmindedly, his words not processing until you’re in the cereal aisle. “wait, how do you know how many slices we have left?”

there’s nothing but silence from your boyfriend, the tips of his ears going red to confirm your suspicions. “hanta, do you count our bread?”

“it’s a bad habit! i used to do it as a kid so i’d always know how many sandwiches i could still make before running out. i guess i just ... never stopped,” he admits sheepishly, and you laugh loud enough for the produce department to hear.

“that’s cute, babe. weird, but cute.”

Shinsou Hitoshi

“kitty. kitten. babe. baby. [y/n]!” your boyfriends slightly peeved tone finally pulls you out of your book, eyebrow raised at his expression - and the bread bag in his hand.

“what’s up, toshi? sorry, i just got to the good part, you’ll never guess what this guy did-“

“did you make two sandwiches last night?” he cuts you off with the question, and you sit up in confusion. “uh, yeah? i was really hungry after patrol, and none of the shops were open. how did you know that?” he pauses, face suddenly going stoic as he evades your question.

“i just wanted to know, okay go back to your book.”

“shinsou hitoshi, do you count our bread?”

“it’s an important tactical skill. directly benefits hero work.”

“toshi what the fuck, dude.”

Bakugou Katsuki

“it terrifies me, the way you’ve managed to sort the cabinets by food category and then color. how did you do that?” your tone is both teasing and genuinely in awe, watching your boyfriend stack a box of granola bars on the top shelf.

“it keeps everything neat, dum- babe. your cabinets looked like a warzone before we got together, it drove me nuts. how can you even function like that?”

the muscles in his back ripple through his tanktop, and you’re so distracted you don’t process his response immediately, envisioning those muscles in a ...... different setting.

“oh god, you’re a total control freak. i bet you count your bread slices too.” theres silence from your usually explosive boyfriend, and you pause, watching as his ears grow pink. wait a minute.

“katsuki, do you count our bread?” silence. “oh my god, you so do! babe what the fuck?”

“shut up, dumbass!”

Tamaki Amajiki

“got the grocery list?” you ask your boyfriend as you slip on your shoes, prepared to face the supermarket struggles once again. tamaki nods, holding up your well worn list as he helps you wrap your scarf.

“i added b-bread cause we only have five slices left,” he says softly, leaning down to hesitantly kiss your forehead. he’s gotten much better at showing affection, and for a moment you breeze past his words to accept the love. then you pause, brow furrowed in confusion.

“tama, baby. don’t take this wrong, i’m just curious .... do you count our bread?” a sheepish nod is all you get before he’s burying his red face in your shoulder, whining softly when you laugh.

“that’s oddly cute, you know. but why?”

“i’m always n-nervous i’ll wake up one day needing a sandwich and we’ll be o-out,” he admits, voice muffled by your coat, and you kiss the top of his head in response.

“cute. let’s go get you more bread, babe.”

Hawks

“babe! how many sandwiches did you make last night!” your boyfriend looks panicked, shaking a nearly empty bag of bread in your face as you whine. you try to burrow back into your blankets once more, too hungover to deal with keigo’s antics, but he pulls them right back with a frown. “im serious! there’s only two slices left and yesterday there were eight!”

you whine loudly again, protesting his cruel treatment as the sunlight attacks your sore eyes. “i dunno, i got back late from the party. maybe three? what the fuck, keigo? do you count our bread or something.”

“n-no.”

“oh my god, you totally count our bread like a weirdo! are you that birdlike?”

“i feed the pigeons in the park!”

“.......”

“and maybe i eat bread while i patrol too.”

“you’re so lucky i love you.”

[writingbakery]

“rose petals”; valentine’s day hc’s 🥀

wanted to write a little something for everyone’s favorite bnha characters, so that you all have a valentine this year 💓 short & sweet, i hope you enjoy ! taglist; @secondhand-trash @sparkncharge @monst @redbeanteax @lady-bakuhoe @katsukisprincess @burnedbyshoto @kingtamakimurder @kbakugouwu @togasknifes @bnhaxxassociates @bnha-thot-diaries @keigos-dove

Sero Hanta

“did you know that every store marks their chocolates & candy down twenty percent every day after valentines until their stock is gone?” your boyfriend’s poked his head through your bedroom door curiously, his tone clearly hiding something.

“just admit you forgot to get me something, hanta.”

“...... we’ll buy out everything walmart has tomorrow, i promise.”

“hanta!”

“i made you a rose bouquet out of tape in the meanwhile!”

“... that’s actually really impressive.”

Shinsou Hitoshi

“valentines day is a corporate scheme, kitten. it’s designed to make people lazy! they force us to make this day the most special all year and then make it normal for people not to care the other 364 days!” his tone is heated, hands thrown up in the air as he rants away with his head in your lap. you just laugh, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“that’s why you bought me a dozen roses and a new watch, huh toshi? feeding into the propaganda?”

“no, it was to see you smile. don’t need a shitty holiday to want that, kitten.”

“you sap. i love you too.”

Hawks

“birds have this particular thing about mating gifts, chickadee - bright & flashy, always the way to go,” keigo explains, his smile too wide and excited for you to complain. although.....

“so you made me a necklace of your feathers?”

“uh, yeah. it’s so bright theyll see you in space.”

“romantic, keigo. real romantic.”

“it’s like you’ll always have a part of me with you, even when im far away from my sweet lil love dove.”

“.... oh. oh that is romantic. thank you, chicken little. love you so much.”

Aizawa

you poke his stubbled cheek a little aggresively, huffing under your breath. he’d been asleep for two hours, and you were late for dinner. you know he needs his rest, but it’s valentine’s day, and you were desperate for one evening out, just one.

“if you don’t wake up in the next thirty seconds im gonna let eri put her fairy princess makeup kit all over that handsome face,” you threaten, and one eye sleepily cracks open unamusedly.

“i thought you loved me.”

“i also love all you can eat restaurants and date nights. let’s go, sleeping beauty.”

“you’re so lucky i love you. your roses are in the car.”

“.... thank you, sweetheart.”

Fatgum

“what do you mean, you canceled our reservations? baby, we’ve planned this for months,” you all but whine, pouting up at your ridiculously tall boyfriend. all he does is laugh softly, leaning down to peck your pouty lips.

“i thought it would be more romantic to cook together instead. isn’t the day supposed to be about us? i’d much rather watch you attempt to chop peppers than some michelin chef.”

“you’re a bully, taishiro. i chop peppers beautifully.”

“of course you do, darlin’, of course. show me?”

Todoroki Shoto

“sho, what is this?” your confusion must be clear, holding the small silver chisel in front of a solid ice block. he smiles small, moving to stand behind you with his hands at your waist.

“i figured that standard presents wouldn’t excite you much, and i wanted to give you a fun surprise. there’s a cartier bracelet and a tiffany ring in there - bagged, so you won’t break them chipping through. like a... scavenger hunt? but you have to navigate the ice block.”

“you have such an odd way of showing affection, my love. now, help me start.”

Tamaki Amajiki

“tama, this place is absolutely gorgeous - how’d you find this place?” despite the chill, you’re genuinely excited - tamaki had brought you to a butterfly conservatory and greenhouse garden, relatively quiet with few people around.

“it’s where i’d go to c-clear my thoughts when i was younger. i wanted to s-share this with you bunny, cause you’re i-important to me,” he says softly, lacing his fingers with yours, and you gently kiss your joined hands.

“i’m honored, tama. best valentine’s day ever.”

Dabi

“i don’t normally feed into this sappy bullshit, but hey. you only get so much time, right? and i figured... if i’m running on a sped up clock, i wanna get as many smiles out of you as i can.” his voice is uncharacteristically soft as he places the roses in your lap, leaning into your space for a gentle kiss.

you return it softly, hands cupping his scarred cheeks as you smile. “who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” you tease, but there’s no malice in your tone as you admire the dark roses.

“a pretty little thing named [y/n] killed him and made him a weak-hearted bastard.”

“sounds like a good thing, no?”

“yeah, doll, yeah. a very good thing.”

Mirio Togata

“mirio! we talked about this, that bear is the size of me!” you protest, attempting to frown up at your absolute puppy of a boyfriend. he’s immediately attempting to defend himself, hands up in surrender.

“i didn’t go overboard this time, i swear!”

“six bouquets, three of those giant chocolate boxes, a new necklace, a gift card, and now this monstrosity of a bear isn’t overboard to you?”

“...... i also got us reservations at that place you like. and i upgraded your laptop.”

“mirio togata!”

“it was out of love!”

Bakugou Katsuki

“is this...... all for me?” the table and kitchen counters are covered in pastries, from chocolate covered strawberries to heart shaped cookies and pink muffins. your boyfriend stands behind you, cheeks dusted with a hidden blush as he scoffs.

“yeah, stupid. it’s valentine’s day, and i’ve been really caught up in work, so i figured i’d bake you some presents. i also got you some stuff from that one store you like, with the nice shirts.”

“you’re an angel, katsuki. i love you.”

“yeah whatever, ba- dumbass. i love you more. now eat before it gets cold.”

Kirishima Eijiro

“eiji, did you.... what have you done to the poor dog?!” the fluffy puppy has a red heart collar on and a balloon tied to it, a little basket of chocolates and roses in his mouth as he wags his tail excitedly.

“pup’s my wingman ! i borrowed him from kaminari for this, isn’t he adorable? go on, go to [y/n]!” the puppy scrambles over to you, dropping chocolate and flowers everywhere as he barks. adorable.

“now i’ve got two puppies to cuddle during movie night, how cute.”

“two? did you adopt a dog or something while i was at the store?”

“....... no, eiji. no.”

“ohhhhh you meant me.”

Toga

“sweetheart. baby. i love the chocolates, i really do, it’s just..... why is there blood all over the box? and drowning my roses?” you quirk an eyebrow at your equally bloody girlfriend, attempting to get an answer. she sighs dramatically, looking up at the ceiling as she cleans her knife.

“the guy i got them from wasn’t exactly giving it away.”

“oh my god, who the fuck did you stab-“

“it makes it more romantic! besides, he stole them from the store and i stole them from him, so it’s fair!”

“we really need to go over your morals again, baby. but thank you.”

Inasa Yoarashi

“honey, inasa, baby slow down! we’re not gonna be late for our movie showing, just... walk with me a little. let’s enjoy all the time we have, okay?” you hug you arms around one of your boyfriends own, attempting to slow him down, and he sighs.

“i apologize, my love. it seems i’m just a little too determined on making today perfect,” he admits, and you kiss his bicep gently.

“silly, it’s already perfect. i had a lazy morning in, went shopping, got lunch, all with my favorite hero,” you tease, watching as his ears go red under his hat.

“every day with you is perfect, [y/n]. i was merely trying to make the same true for you.”

“it is, i promise. now, let’s walk through the park, the flowers are starting to bloom and i wanna take pictures.”

“anything for you, my sweet!”

“inasa put me down - inasa! i can walk! oh boy.”

[writingbakery]

⤿𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♡

bakery request: “soft makeout hc’s w/ bokuto, kageyama, and suga ?”

warnings; kissing, fluff, sweetness, light suggestiveness, very very lightly nsfw

a/n; bb anon, you’ve picked some of my favorite boys ! special shoutout to the karasuhoes server for helping me brainstorm ♡

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ﾟone thousand percent the instigator, almost every single time

☆ﾟhe can’t help himself, your lips are so sweet & soft & “just one more kiss, baby, one more” always turns into the both of you breathless

☆ﾟhas to have his hands on you in some way, the back of your neck, around your waist, the small of your back, one hand on your ass-

☆ﾟhe’s just clingy, he needs you as close as humanly possible at all times — & especially while you’re making out

☆ﾟdoesn’t care if you’re in public or at home, he’s gonna take every opportunity he can to tug you close, nip at your lip with his teeth & coax your tongue out to tangle with his own

☆ﾟyou can’t even begin to count how many times he’s been late for practice, caught up in a heated kiss with you outside the gym doors

☆ﾟif you’re in public, he’s got one arm wrapped tight round your waist, the other either resting under your ass or around your upper back — usually the former, he can’t keep his hands to himself honestly

☆ﾟ absolutely adores when you run your fingers through his hair, & if you tug a little he’s putty in your hands instantly

☆ﾟgets caught up easily, his mind runs a mile a minute & with your sweet little noises muffled by his mouth on yours, he’s already thinking about all the places he can drag you off to for a little... private time.

☆ﾟat home, he’s quick to haul you into his lap and slowly kiss you senseless, hands squeezing at your ass as he grinds up into you

☆ﾟhe’ll drag out the kisses until you’re whiny & desperate, loving the way you look when he finally pulls away — lips kiss-swollen & wet from shared saliva, he can barely control himself

☆ﾟhe’s absolutely addicted to you & your kisses, & he’s never gonna turn one down, even if it turns into a messy makeout session in the locker room ☆ﾟ

☆ﾟusually doesn’t instigate, but always follows through — he’s a weak man, sue him

☆ﾟgoes weak in the knees for your kisses, every single time, he literally gets pink & flustered

☆ﾟhands always at your waist if you’re in public, keeping you close to his chest — very possessive

☆ﾟwhen he’s feeling particularly needy or affectionate, he’ll tilt your chin up & kiss his way up your jaw to your mouth, lips firm against yours

☆ﾟonce you’ve got him started, he’s not gonna stop — screw whoever’s watching, he’s a little busy with your tongue teasing his & your hands balling his shirt

☆ﾟloves to lift you up a bit by the waist as you kiss, the slightest bit of a need for control — you make him unsteady

☆ﾟhinata has caught you two making out more times than you’d like to admit, but kageyama’s only focus is you, so he doesn’t stop kissing you regardless

☆ﾟ[poor hinata, he’s traumatized]

☆ﾟif you’re home, he’s got his hands up your shirt 9/10 times

☆ﾟhe loves how warm your skin feels against him, be it your waist or the curve of your chest against his hand

☆ﾟvery big on skin contact — your waist, back, anywhere he can reach as he kisses you

☆ﾟloves to lean over you as you kiss, arms caging you in — he wants to completely drown you in himself, cause you’re all his & only his

☆ﾟif you whine or make those sweet little noises he loves, it doesn’t matter where you are — he’s going to escalate this little makeout session immediately ☆ﾟ

☆ﾟadores your kisses, but also only occasionally instigates — sometimes he’s just so excited to kiss you he can’t stop himself, & you’re making out before you know it

☆ﾟneeds you closer than close, not an inch of space between you — he’ll pull you on his lap in public, or hug you so tight your ribs nearly crack

☆ﾟnot so much possessive as he is cuddly, but both are a major reason why he can’t let you go once you start kissing, kissing slow & sweet

☆ﾟalways gentle with you, not pushing you past a slow pace — he loves the buildup, the way your kisses get messier & more needy the longer you spend in each other’s arms

☆ﾟnot afraid to scoop you up bridal style & kiss you breathless in public — again, he’s just so eager to drown you in his affection that he doesn’t care who sees

☆ﾟa little more rational, so he manages to break away from the heady kisses when he has to go to practice or class — but he always makes up for it by kissing all over your face before he leaves & when he comes back

☆ﾟloves to hold your hands as you both kiss, big on skinship

☆ﾟif youre at home, he’s cuddling you against his chest as you make out, hands on your back & pressing you close

☆ﾟloves when you play with the hairs at the back of his neck, he’s extra sensitive there & it makes him kiss you a little rougher, more needy

☆ﾟa thigh guy for sure, he’s got his hands tucked just under your ass to squeeze your thighs and keep your legs around his waist

☆ﾟwants all your attention on him, so he’s kissing you with literally everything he’s got to make your heart race

☆ﾟvery gentle overall, the lightest nips to your lips, slowly caressing your tongue with his own

☆ﾟonce he can tell you’re just as worked up as he is, he’s going to take very, very good care of you ☆ﾟ

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[writingbakery]

𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 ! 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 📲

text message memes w/ ushijima, kuroo, akaashi, hinata, bokuto, kageyama, & noya.

a/n; .... idk tbh just enjoy the nonsense 😳

[writingbakery]

“childhood, interrupted”

after seeing the new clips of my poor baby blindfolded & training so young, i wrote this to give him the childhood he didn’t get to have <3 enjoy! ✨ taglist; @keigos-dove @secondhand-trash @sparkncharge @degenerate-yandere @redbeanteax

[pairing; hawks x gn!reader]

[warnings; tooth rotting fluff, one (1) excited bird, mentions of past child abuse, light angst]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

at first glance, hawks has everything.

number two pro hero in the country, more money than he knows what to do with, a list of friends so long he can’t go anywhere without seeing a familiar face. hawks, the speed hero, fastest in the game & nationally adored.

you knew better.

underneath the layers of charm and cocky bravado, he was flawed, cracked like a porcelain teapot in too-rough hands. too thin to be seen by the eye, but felt with loving hands, pressed against the damage.

he’d been born into poverty, raised by shitty parents with shittier coping mechanisms and for a while, all he had was himself and his imagination - and one ratted, well-loved endeavor plush, a bright spot in a dark memory.

once the hero commission had gotten ahold of him, well. out of the frying pan and into the fire.

he’d never gotten the chance to be a child, live carefree and smiling with whatever material items had caught his fancy that week. he’d never gotten to smile lopsided at the ice cream man, two teeth missing and a quarter for a sundae. he’d never gotten to laugh with the easy joy that comes from tender childhood, safe and well-loved and protected. he’d never gotten to just be a child, warm and full of wonderous innocence.

you were determined to change that.

you know hawks like the back of your hand now, after two years of dating & quadruple years friendship; you know when the stress gets to be too much on his weary shoulders, feathers ruffled and eyebags too dark for his cheery face. you also know he never likes to admit when he’s overwhelmed - determined to shoulder the burden on his own, like he’s used to.

at those times you’re quick to act, calling his agency and cashing in on one or two vacation days in his stead, keeping him close and cuddled at home where you can protect him from the pain of his worries. usually, you’ll pair it with a present, something small or distinctly angled at his childhood interests - a slime kit, a puzzle, legos once in the theme of his favorite childhood show.

this time, it’s a little more.... universal.

hawks has three days off now [thanks to your endless nagging at his secretary] and you’ve been saving this present for weeks, waiting impatiently throughout the afternoon for him to settle into relaxation. you can’t give it to him too early, else he won’t nap in favor of using it; you also can’t give it to him too late, or he’ll stay up too long on it and the cycle will continue.

finally, he’s stumbling out of the bedroom in loose sweats and a fitted band tee that’s seen better days, a hole in the shoulder and frayed edges. his hair’s fluffy and pointing in eighty-five different directions, and you’re certain there’s drool along his jaw.

he’s the handsomest man you’ve ever seen, and you smile warmly at his sleepy efforts to whine at you for leaving the “nest” - your shared bed, covered in excessive amounts of blankets and pillows.

“come here, you big winged baby. i have a surprise for you,” you tease, holding out your arms. he’s quick to comply, tucking his wings against his back as he buries his face in your chest, arms curling protectively around your waist.

“surprise? i keep tellin’ ya, chickadee, you gotta stop buying me shit.” his words are muffled into your shirt, but you can still hear the shyness in them, the muted embarrassment - still the stubborn child, unused to receiving gifts.

you roll your eyes lightly, one hand coming to card through the birds’ nest - ironic - of his hair, poking at his cheek till he sits up. “says the man who hid a cartier bracelet under my pillow a week ago. you’re one to talk, chicken little.”

ignoring his immediate protesting of “that’s different” & “i don’t look like him, he’s a coward”, you pull the plain cardboard box out from your side, holding it out to him excitedly. you can’t wait to see the look on his face once he opens it, watching as he sits up to tear into it.

it’s a nintendo switch, custom gold and red with his name - keigo takami, the cursive neat and clean - engraved on the back. he’s awestruck, childlike wonder overtaking his handsome features as he examines every inch of it.

“do you like it? don’t leave me hangin’ here, chicken lit— oof!” he’s cutting off your nervous teasing with a rib crushing hug, peppering little pecking kisses all over your face as you laugh. “i guess - aha! keigo that tickles! i guess i have my answer huh?”

he’s too excited to properly speak, feathers ruffling and shivering as he puts it all together. you’re just glad he’s happy with it - you didn’t need big declarations of thanks. his cheerful, overeager expression is all the thanks you want, as he leans back against your stomach to play through the games of a childhood he never got to have.

it won’t magically heal him, won’t erase the memories of his past and rewrite them better. it’s a bandaid on a gunshot wound, if you’re honest with yourself. but it helps to soothe the sting of it all, eases him into himself over and over again until one day, hopefully, he’ll look back at his childhood with a hint of hope for the future, instead of pain and regret.

for now, you’re more than content to hold him in your arms, fingers carding softly through his hair and pressing kisses to his forehead every time he shoves the screen in your face, rambling about how “you gotta look, dovey, i won again!” for now, you’ll heal the everyday scrapes and bruises - you’ve got a lifetime to worry about the big things. right now, you’re just helping the child in him find his way, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

you’ll be there for keigo for as long as he’ll let you, and then some.

[writingbakery]

⤿ 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐠 ♡

bakery request; “Could I uhh,, get hcs for shouto cuddling with his enby s/o, watching youtube under blankets with the AC going (so that they get cold and can snuggle djdnfj) and just feeling safe together,, -apo”

dessert pairing; pro hero! todoroki shoto x nb! reader

warnings; fluff, cuddles, sugar-sweet softness

a/n; this was so very soft to write, thankies for requesting my love ! @infinity2639 ♡

☆ﾟ. getting shoto used to cuddles took time. you’d had to reassure him every step of the way, & the first few attempts had him laying stiff as a board, terrified he wasn’t doing it right

☆ﾟ. now? shoto todoroki was a verifiable cuddlebug. he was always reaching out for you after a long day of hero work, craving your fingers in his hair as he rested his head against your chest. he’d never say it, but he liked to hear your heartbeat, a reminder that you were real.

☆ﾟ. learning to equate touch with affection also took time, but with reassurance & a gentle hand he’d learned. now, he loves to hold one of your hands between both of his own as you cuddle, playing with your fingers & kissing your palms.

☆ﾟ. you always cranked the ac during your cuddle sessions, something shoto found a bit odd; it was cute to watch you curl up under the covers, however, & he gladly indulged you.

☆ﾟ. he went a bit overboard at first, getting you far too many silky, fluffy, luxurious blankets to bury yourself in. all your protesting fell on deaf ears, of course, but it was sweet how attentive he was.

☆ﾟ. it was routine for you to alternate who chose what to watch; you’d pull up the app on the tv mounted in front of the bed, scrolling through a mess of channels.

☆ﾟ. when it was his turn, he always picked dramatic cooking show clips, fascinated by the fast-moves of pro chefs. you’d tease that he was just hungry, & he’d always reply the same; “perhaps i should take a bite out of you then.”

☆ﾟ. he’d playfully nip at your fingers to further his point, you’d laugh and shove him gently into the pillows. your teasing always ended in kisses, sweet & soft, nothing to rush either of you. it was just you & shoto, surrounded by enough blankets to cover an army.

☆ﾟ. whenever it was your turn to pick, he made sure to pay the utmost attention to whatever was on screen. he loved listening to you talk about your interests, & watching the things that fascinated you simply brought you both closer together.

☆ﾟ. his absolute favorite thing to do is repeat whatever dramatic or emotional statement the person on screen was saying in his low, stoic tone — he’d done it once when you were both still getting comfortable with cuddling, & you’d laughed yourself off the bed. ever since, he’s made a point to make you laugh as you cuddled, loving the way your face lit up.

☆ﾟ. overall, cuddling with shoto is nothing short of domestic, soft & sweet like marshmallow fluff ♡

[writingbakery]

“doll”

a two for one special. i make no apologies, enjoy? special tag for @katsukisprincess

[pairing; yandere!bakugou katsuki x gender neutral! reader]

[warnings; obssessive behavior, implied violence, dark themes, manipulation, objectification, unhealthy relationships, implied sexual content]

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careful.

you’re sitting so still, so obedient and careful, just the way he likes.

you’re wearing the outfit he’d set out for you that morning, lace and silk covering your pretty little frame perfectly. it’s skimpy but innocent, all creams and pinks with matching ribbons sitting in your neatly brushed hair.

if it weren’t for your gentle breathing, katsuki could almost pretend you were a doll. that, and the heavy iron cuff locked around one thigh, a thick chain keeping you tethered to the bed. it’s for your own protection, as he’s told you time and time again. so is the pastel room he keeps you locked in like some sort of trophy , dolled up and on display for his pleasure - and your safety, supposedly.

you’d learned a long time ago that it was easiest to comply, obey, say yes. bakugou was gentle with you most days, his only desire keeping you perfect and pretty for him. his kisses were rough and bruising, and his hands left marks more often than not, but he wasn’t malicious - he was just obsessed.

you wince as the padded door slowly begins unlocking, the intricate web of chains and padlocks preventing you and the world from interacting. the familiar scent of burnt sugar hits your nose first, then the ash blond mess of hair. he’s changed before visiting you, as per usual, dressed casually in black linen pants and a matching muscle tee - worlds different from your intricate getup.

his breath hitches when he sees you properly, pausing in front of the now closed door to admire how pretty you are for him, seated amongst your pillows and decor like the perfect little doll. “you were good for me today, i see. much better than last week.”

you still had the burn marks to remind you not to misbehave that way again, a shiver crawling up your spine at the memory.

he organizes the bed a little before starting, fluffing up your pillows and tucking the sheets in neatly. the camera hanging from his neck makes you frown without realizing, before schooling your expression back into one of peaceful indifference.

then the posing starts.

he moves your body into a multitude of positions, arms and legs easily manipulated by his bigger, stronger hands. you’re helpless to stop him, simply letting him have his fun - it’s mostly innocent, a way to curb the obsessive thoughts while he’s away from you. as long as you ignore the way he palms the front of his lounge pants, the way his breathing gets unsteady the longer he photographs you.

you try not to fidget, but you’ve got a goal in mind today; you’ve been good for a while now, and bakugou’s mood has been cheery. the right amount of praise will get you what you want, but it has to be authentic, proper.

“were there many villains today?” you ask gently, voice soft and sweet, the way he likes. letting him ramble about his day is the easy part; the next words are harder to swallow.

“you’re my hero, you know? you always keep me so safe.” your voice wavers on the last word, but katsuki’s too overwhelmed to notice, the ruddy blush already rising to his cheeks.

he’s hauling you into his lap before you can protest, hands swarming every inch of your skin as he kisses wetly at your neck. it’s surprisingly pleasant, even with the hard press of his cock against you, and you allow yourself a moment to melt into it.

“do you think... t-that we could have a date? a nice one, in the garden?” it’s outside, normally off limits to you - even the mention of it gets katsuki angry sometimes, burns littering your skin for even suggesting.

but today, you’ve played your cards mostly right; katsuki’s in a good mood, and since it’s still technically in the realm of home, it’s considered... safe.

“how about this. you be a good little doll for me, and pose for a few more pictures. tomorrow, we’ll have a picnic outside.” the words are sweet, in his own rough way, but the smirk on his lips makes you shudder just a little.

you nod, because it’s all you can do. nod, yes katsuki, of course katsuki, all for a little breath of freedom here and there when he was feeling generous.

it wasn’t ideal, but it was survival, and maybe, just maybe, you could learn to love him.

just a little.

[writingbakery]

Can I request haikyuu pda headcanons for Kageyama, Akaashi, & Ushijima please? :D

for you emmy, anything ! 💗

pda hc’s for kageyama, akaashi, & ushijima with a gn! reader 💗 enjoy my loves ! [taglist; @jojosmilktea @redbeanteax @heroheads @antigenius @katsukisprincess @lady-bakuhoe @keigos-dove ]

┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐

Kageyama Tobio

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☆ﾟdespite his more reserved demeanor, kageyama absolutely adores pda with you

☆ﾟa little more private than others, he prefers to do certain things when you’re alone - but he’ll always kiss your hand before holding it, & peck your forehead when you do something particularly adorable

☆ﾟit’s still obvious the two of you are a couple — he can’t help the fond looks he gives you, or the careful way he keeps you close to his side. he’s a little protective in that sense, wanting to make sure you’re safe

☆ﾟif you kiss him in public, he’ll always kiss back, but he tends to get a bit shy when you do — he loves you with every inch of his heart, but he knows his teammates wil tease him mercilessly

☆ﾟhe keeps a picture of you in his wallet, something a little old school but sweet — he calls it his “good luck charm” for whenever you aren’t near him

☆ﾟ[hinata swears he’s seen him kiss it. kageyama denies this so fiercely you know it’s true.]

☆ﾟ whenever he can sense you’re tired or worn out, he subtly shifts so that you’re leaning against him, so that he can support you a bit

☆ﾟ when he’s jealous, that’s when the pda really shows — he won’t hesitate to pull you against his chest and glare, or tip your chin up to kiss you a little heavier than you’re used to in public

☆ﾟhe can’t help himself, he needs everyone to know that he’s the lucky fucker that gets to take you home, and only him, no matter how pink his cheeks will get after his little display

☆ﾟit’s adorable, & you tease him for it every time — but secretly, you absolutely love it♡

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Akaashi Keiji

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☆ﾟakaashi is a minimalist when it comes to pda — he likes to avoid his teammates teasing when he can, & he also doesn’t want anyone to see the way you get shy & blushy when he kisses you the way you like. that’s for his eyes only.

☆ﾟ definitely the possessive type, keeps you close to his side with just a look, occasionally a hand resting firmly at your waist

☆ﾟlikes to press a kiss to your temple every so often, maybe a quick peck behind your ear if he’s teasing; definitely kisses your fingers one by one when he has a free moment, gently pressing his lips against the tips of them with a little smirk

☆ﾟlikes to link his pinky with yours while you walk together, it’s easier & more comfortable than holding hands to him

☆ﾟhas matching threaded bracelets with you, as a good luck charm; he always twists it around his wrist when he misses you, or when he’s nervous about a match

☆ﾟcalls you little “inside joke” pet names, like sunflower seed — after the time you’d eaten the last of them & akaashi had threatened to eat you in place of the salty snack

☆ﾟ [that had led to a makeout session & one very pleased akaashi, & the nickname still makes you blush]

☆ﾟwhen he’s jealous, akaashi tends to go the silent route, eyes narrowed & jaw tense. he’ll hug you from behind, rest his head on your shoulder & stare so viciously that whoever’s flirting with you gets the message fast

☆ﾟ he’s sure to drag you somewhere private after & litter your skin with bites, a little too proud of himself afterwards as your friends tease you & you tug your collar up to your ears shyly

☆ﾟ you wouldn’t change it for the world, however, especially not when he smiles at you slow, warmth & affection clear in his eyes ♡

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Ushijima Wakatoshi

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☆ﾟ ushijima may not show it at first, but pda with you? his own personal slice of heaven, & he adores every moment of it

☆ﾟrarely ever initiates; despite his intimidating aura, he’s a softie at heart, & he always worries he’ll do something you don’t like

☆ﾟhe loves to just rest his chin atop your head and hold you close by the waist, “recharging” as he calls it, a small smile on his lips as he cuddles you

☆ﾟweak for your kisses; he’ll always kiss you back, no matter where you are or what you’re doing — even enduring his teammates teasing for them

☆ﾟalways wants to be touching you in some way, whether it be tangling your fingers together, or pulling you against his chest, or laying your legs over his.

☆ﾟwill always hold your books & bags for you, without asking; he likes to help in any way he can

☆ﾟloves when you hug him from behind, or curl up in his lap while he’s studying; he just likes to hold you, feel your warmth against him

☆ﾟcalls you old school petnames, like darling, sweetheart, doll — he thinks they sound prettier, like how you deserve to be spoken to

☆ﾟwhen jealousy strikes, he’s immediately by your side, tucking your body behind his own & setting his shoulders straight. his eyes are sharp & angry, jaw set tight as he informs whoever’s stupid enough to try & hit on you to “back off. now.”

☆ﾟhe’s almost always going to dote on you after, pressing kisses all over your face & making sure you’re not out of his sight for the rest of the day ♡

[writingbakery]

hi my sugar dusted snickerdoodles ❤️‍🩹

it’s been a while, hasn’t it? im sorry about that, leaving so suddenly without warning. it’s a very bad habit of mine, but i missed you all the while i was gone, and i missed writing twice as much. i can’t promise i’ll be here all the time, but i do want to indulge my favorite hobby again, just a bit, and so here i am, hoping you’re all still here and wanting to read what i’ve got to offer.

fingers crossed.

let’s have a little ask night, just bits and blurbs of things maybe, some thoughts be it bnha, haikyuu, it just anything that crosses your minds. tell me about your day, your job, a happy memory, a new joke. let me find my place again with all of you, pretty please ❤️‍🩹

as always, have a good morning, afternoon, and night, & know that i love you with all my heart. mwah.

[writingbakery]

—𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮 🍰

[𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢; 𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙/𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠]

—𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

☆ﾟkirishima eijiro

the ballerina & the nutcracker ☆

your skin in the moonlight, your heart under stars

the sum of my heart, in yours

so hard to ignore ya, (‘specially when i’m smokin’ swim)

season of the witch (& the werewolf)

ribbon wrapped

☆ﾟsero hanta

sleepy talks; fluffvember ☆

distracted

tapewebs ☆

burnt sugar

gamer gf

☆ﾟtamaki amajiki

co-dependence; fluffvember ☆

i saw your face in the water

sensitive

pillow talk

flu tantrums

☆ﾟkaminari denki

gamer gf

an andorian, a bezoid, & a tessian walk into a bar

☆ﾟbakugou katsuki

so hard to ignore ya, (‘specially when i’m smokin’ swim)

doll

lovely day

pretty pirouettes

puppy love

☆ﾟshinso hitoshi

an andorian, a bezoid, & a tessian walk into a bar

what’s new, pussycat? ☆

home is wherever i’m with you ☆

bi(cycles) of love

☆ﾟtodoroki shoto

a hint of bacardi & a game of blackjack

holidays; fluffvember ☆

bad pickup line

☆ﾟtakami keigo

childhood, interrupted

cold moonlight

all that glitters is not gold

☆ﾟshoji mezo

made for this

apple picking; fluffvember ☆

☆ﾟshigaraki tomura

birthday gift

☆ﾟdabi

set me right

impulses

☆ﾟkendo rappa

bloodlust

☆ﾟmirio togata

candy apple; fluffvember

leaf pile; fluffvember

☆ﾟmomo yaoyorozu

coffee & tea; fluffvember

☆ﾟmultiple character hc’s

rose petals; valentine’s day hc’s

mine & yours; soft comfort hc’s

do you count our bread?

—𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 !!

☆ﾟbokuto kotaro

if bokuto kotaro was your boyfriend...

kissing, no telling; makeout hc’s

☆ﾟakaashi keiji

pda hc’s

☆ﾟkageyama tobio

if kageyama tobio was your boyfriend...

kissing, no telling; makeout hc’s

pda hc’s

☆ﾟhinata shoyo

sugar cookie

☆ﾟtsukishima kei

vanilla cupcake

☆ﾟushijima wakatoshi

familiar strangers ☆

morning laziness

pda hc’s

☆ﾟsugawara koshi

kissing, no telling; makeout hc’s

☆ﾟmultiple character hc’s

love language hc’s

[writingbakery]

⤿𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

bakery special; kuroo has a way of making love like none other. you’re lucky enough to experience it, slow and careful like a symphony.

dessert pairing; kuroo tetsuro x fem! reader

warnings; smut, poetic language, heavy musical metaphors

a/n; an excuse to write fluffy poetic porn at two am. i hope you enjoy ♡

pastry taglist; @animefandomally @beatific-drabbles @dadchis-girl

sex with kuroo tetsuro is like a symphony.

it starts slow, delicate, the gentle brush of his hands along the ridges of your spine like piano keys — each touch measured & weighed against the tenseness of your muscles, the roll of your shoulders. he always starts at your shoulders, tiptoeing down your back like he’s playing scales, warming up to the opening of your orchestra.

his lips brush over every inch of your heated skin, marking claims for the world to see; the delicate, bruising marks hum like flutes, gentle yet present. the warm wet of his mouth makes you arch just so, your body following along with his melody in near perfect harmony.

he likes to press you flush to the mattress, back cushioned by the softness of blankets — his princess deserves nothing less than the utmost comfort, especially when he’s in such moods, determined to make your body sing for him. his hands trail down plush thighs, spreading and holding them apart despite your shyness; the racing of your heart sets the tempo as he soaks in your wetness, your clenching heat.

two fingers ensure your velvet walls are properly stretched for him, your moans adding sweet falsetto to his steady pace. his lips find your swollen clit all too easily, determined to watch you reach a rushing crescendo — one of many in this rising symphony. he coaxes you up, up, fingers working faster & faster to watch you come undone for him, crashing drums & frenzied violins.

gentle kisses trail up your quivering thighs, past your pretty stomach & staccato-rising chest to finally meet your panting lips, easing you back into an easy rhythym of fluted tenderness. his hands grip the backs of your legs to hoist them around his waist, hips kissing where they meet like cymbals.

slowly, carefully, he eases his cock inside you, lips never leaving yours as he allows you to adjust; your trembling legs are a steady backdrop of clarinets, rising and falling with your pleasure. he waits for your wide eyes and pouted lips, your fingers pressing sharp treble lines into his shoulders, before he allows himself to change tempo once more.

his thrusts are careful, steady, yet deeper than you’re ever prepared for, his cock fit so snugly inside like you were made for him — and he tells you so between groaning breaths, a perfect harmony to your pleading moans. slowly, with every sweet shudder & whispered whine, the tempo changes, his hips snapping up to meet yours at a quickening pace — one that had your thighs squeezing his waist, & your hands tangled in his hair.

every measured thrust brought you higher and higher, a flurry of cellos & trumpets singing your lover’s name as you soared to yet another thundering crescendo. one hand slips between your aching legs to rub circles into your clit; his lips find your ear easily, a whispered accompaniment of “cum, cum my love, show me how good you feel,” sending you tumbling over the edge in a startling crash of violins.

his hips slow, gently coaxing you down from your frenzied high as you sink boneless into the pillows. his lips trail down the sweat-slick skin of your neck, your breasts, sucking a gentle mark into the tender skin. the sudden rock of his hips into your aching cunt has you gasping, & he smirks with unbridled amusement.

“oh my pretty little love, i’m not finished with you yet. that was only act one. shall we continue?”

[writingbakery]

“sensitive”

i blame sky for this wholly & fully, and her thirsty askbox. i take zero responsibility for this, oof <3 taglist; @katsukisprincess @angeliclyaslut @fandomsuggestions @ghoularaki @legend-of-frost @bakusquadbabes ✨

[pairing; pro hero!tamaki amajiki x fem!reader]

[warnings; light smut, intimacy, dirty talk, sensitivity]

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it starts, like all things, fairly innocent.

you’re curled up on the living room couch with tamaki nestled comfortably in your arms, face half smushed into your chest. some mostly-scripted cooking competition plays at low volume, the pair of you only half watching; your hands slowly stroke through tamaki’s hair, humming contentedly.

days off usually consisted of this & nothing more, both of you lounging in the other’s company. hero work kept tamaki busy & you stressed, anxiously preparing for the worst unti he stumbles through the door, bruised and weary.

still, you’re content to simply lay with him like this, even if most of his attention is devoted to the angry british man yelling on the screen and the plush warmth of your chest against his - eternally flushed - face. it’s a comfort habit of his, finding peace and solace in the heat of your breasts; he can’t help but nuzzle into the soft, sweet skin.

you idly trace your way down the side of his neck, fingers wandering from their previous position nestled in his indigo mess of hair. they dip lower, then higher again, accidentally brushing against the shell of his ear. the contact makes him shiver against you, and from where he lays you can see his flush double - interesting, how interesting.

experimentally, you do it again, a little more purpose to your gentle strokes - immediately, he shivers against you again, turning to bury his face fully between your breasts in embarrassment.

adorable.

your curiosity fully piqued now, you sit up a little, shifting so that you can lean in towards the newest object of your teasing affections. gently, carefully, you point your tongue and trace along the shell of his ear, coaxing a muffled whine from your flustered boyfriend. it’s absolutely precious, and before you can stop yourself you’re doing it again, outlining the point of his sensitive ear with your warm, wet tongue.

he’s full on protesting against your chest now, whining and whimpering with every slow drag of your tongue against his tender ear - you can feel the heat of his cheeks against your skin through your tee shirt [tamaki’s shirt, if youre honest.] it only fuels your teasing touches, warm interest pooling between your thighs.

“someone’s got a bit of a sensitive spot, hm?” you tease gently into his ear, voice a soft murmur. it’s starkly clear you’re enjoying this far too much, even as your lover slowly ruts his hips against you. you’re riling him up well and proper, that much is obvious.

it’s not until you take the pointed end of his flushed ear between your teeth and tug gently that he snaps; before you can fully process the action, he’s pressed you deep into the couch cushions, desperately pawing at your sleep shorts.

“tama, wai- tamaki!” fed up with the lacy material of your panties - a favored pair you’d greatly mourn - he’d torn them straight through, tattered fabric falling to the floor. he’s pushing inside you without warning, a heated whine slipping past his lips as he buries himself as far as he can in your tight, wet cunt.

“g-gotta be inside you, b-bunny, c-can’t... c-can’t wait, gotta be in,” he moans, nibbling roughly at the exposed skin of your throat as he pushes your shirt up to squeeze your breasts with both hands.

you’d started something tamaki was determined to finish, regardless of how sleepy he was - he was weak for you & all your merciless teasing, as were you for his wandering hands.