#he just loves you so much

[seonne]

geeeeeez, obsessed with your indian princess pic!!!!! Like finally get some of that masala content...What do you think about roadtrip with bakugou or bakusquad and they are all jamming on Punjabi playlist (kinni kinni, 9:45, one love, softly etc) or like bakugou finding the reader dancing Bhangra on one love randomly like that hot pink crop top girl.

(you can search it up on yt)

Thank youuuu and yes I know Tumblr was seriously lacking some Desi content. I'm South Indian so I don't know how accurate I'm going to get this but I'm gonna call on the "unity in diversity" into my blood for this one. Hope you enjoyy~

It's been two years since Bakugou and you started dating and half a year since you two moved in together. You two had a whole lot more in common than you initially thought and he thoroughly enjoyed being in your company. You made him (begrudgingly) admit that he loves the Punjabi nicknames you throw at him from time to time.

"Hello Jaan!"

"Haaye mera shonaa"

"Tch, don't call me weird stuff, dumbass!"

And living with you for these past few months brought him so much closer to the person you were at heart and your adorable annoying habits.

Including your random energy spurts which concludes in you dancing around the house.

Now how could anyone ever blame you for dancing your heart out? Indian music just slapped and listening to Shubh just awakens your Punjabi ancestors and you have to dance lest you die from embarrassment.

Bakugou comes out of the kitchen at 6:30 in the morning with a cup of strong coffee to wake up and there you are blasting One Love on your speakers in your flowy pajama pants and a wide grin on your face.

Bakugou looks at you quizzically as you place the speaker on the table and... Oh.

You break out into a dance while singing your pretty little heart out to the song and he watches you in amazement.

He watches your footwork, the seemingly carefree flow of the song and your body moving along to the rhythm with an ear splitting grin on your face. He can't help the small smile that creeps on his face as he watches you over the rim of his cup.

You laugh as your dance number ends and Bakugou along with it.

Bakugou walks up to you to wrap you in his arms as you jump onto him. He kisses your cheek as you giggle.

"So, was that a Hindi song?"

The question earns him a small smack on his shoulder.

"No fudu, that was a Punjabi song. Come on, I'll teach you some steps!"

Next thing you two know, you're teaching him the steps you just played in front of him and the entire morning is spent laughing and groaning and repeating the song over and over again until the both of you are in sync.

Safe to say, Bakugou has never danced so hard and he's always singing One Love under his breath when he thinks no one is listening. (You do tho, you just smile and don't address it in case he stops doing it).

Ok! That's the end of that. I really hope you liked it, I tried my best with it and if there's any problems with the representation here please let me know. I wanna make the requests as accurately as possible!

[meownotgood]

aki with a touch deprived/touch starved s/o that breaks out of their shell to comfort him and start physical touch when they see he is stressed

I adore this idea, but I imagine that aki would be just as touch starved as you.

and that leads to the two of you getting used to expressing love through physical touch together, to slowly beginning to warm up to and trust one another while experiencing all of the things you haven't before or haven't for a really long time.

aki is so gentle and patient with you, he always goes at your pace and understands if you need space. he finds that he enjoys hugging you for a while when you've both had a hard day, or when you link a finger with his whenever you're walking somewhere, or when your leg touches his when you're both sleeping at night. he's so grateful for even the simplest of touches.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[saelrum]

"Was I sweet once?"

[birdmenmanga]

they are putting yaoi in the city art museum and censoring nsfw content with heat-responsive material so you have to put your hands on it to see dick

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

the werewolf stan is amazing btw thank you

No, thank you!!! In fact, here's more just because you sent this ask (and probably the other one too, I love you)!!!!! More!!!!!!!!

They are liars <3

Part one is here!! ;P

Part three is here!! 'cause I can't control myself 😔

[ayyy-pee]

nanami tells you he loves you for the first time when he knows you can't hear him. you've dozed off in the middle of your movie night...again, popcorn fallen to the floor and kernels scattered. which isn't much of a surprise to him. in fact, you fall asleep during almost every movie night. work has been hard on you lately and you just can't seem to stay awake long enough to finish a movie.

it doesn't annoy nanami either. he finds it quite endearing, really and often finds himself observing the pretty way your lashes fan across your face. how your lips do this cute little pouty thing that makes him want to kiss you. how sometimes you snore (but he'd never tell you he knows that). he can't get enough of you. it only confirms what he'd known only two weeks into dating.

he loves you

there are not many things in this world nanami fears, but he does fear scaring you off by falling too hard, and falling too fast. he does fear you not returning his feelings. and he even fears how intense this love he has for you is. but, he couldn't have avoided it if he tried. before he knew it, he was already smitten with you.

and it's still far too early for him to build up the courage to say these three little words to you when you're wide awake and able to respond (the most terrifying part to him), but he knows what he feels. that's one thing nanami is absolutely certain of.

so when you nuzzle further into his chest tonight, the noise of the television fades into the background for nanami, and he finds himself leaning down to press his lips to the crown of your head where he whispers, so so softly, "I love you."

a part of him wishes you'd hear it, surprise him by opening your eyes and smiling up at him. maybe tell him you love him, too. but your soft and even breaths tell him you're deep into dreamland.

'that's alright,' he thinks. because he's certain of his love for you, and he's sure that one day he'll be brave enough to tell you just how certain he is.

[humming-fly]

He was feeling left out

and the higher rez stills, since gifs always export as if you're sending messages through a metal can~

[egophiliac]

everyone out of the way, this is the only thing I'm going to be thinking about from now on.

(okay, there is one more thing)

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues

[demaparbat-hp]

She will (and he'll let her)

[hinamie]

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[jinaxxo]

to whom do i surrender my heart?

[rayveneyed]

sukuna ryomen is somewhat of an infamous bachelor.

it’s not surprising to see him with a new beau every few months, if not weeks — almost trope-like in their frequency, his image bouncing between playboy and manwhore. he doesn’t take it personally, and he makes sure to let people know: he’s young and sexy and he has two oscars, for fuck’s sake, so he thinks the world can cut him some slack when he wants to mess around. and mess around he does.

between obvious paparazzi shots of panties tucked badly into his back pocket, and instagram posts with fellow actors and models pressed tightly against his chest, most are divided between thinking it’s either damn good pr, or a simple man living a life most would wish for. regardless, nobody is surprised when sukuna arrives alone at the mugler show for paris fashion week, and leaves with someone on his arm.

the only thing that came as a bolt from the blue was that it was you hanging from him.

the photos are undeniable, a story in parts; sukuna finding his seat in the front row, you on one side and kendall jenner on his other. his eyes drifting from the models to your face, as if taking a clandestine peek. you, meeting his underhanded gaze with a smile as sweet as spun sugar — and, gasp, sukuna returning it. the display is so out of character for him it feels almost voyeuristic to see it plastered all over twitter.

you, with your vintage, girl-next-door-esque image, big hair and big eyes and demure, calf-length hems, a voice that evokes the memory of helen forrest or ella fitzgerald. him, with his smudged eyeliner and tattoos and all-black attire, persistently typecasted as the panty-dropping bad-boy or devil-smiled brute. it shouldn’t work. for all intents and purposes, he should be spotted with a new supermodel the next week, leaving you in the dust of his philandering. most expect it, wait for the other boot to drop — expect an album of heartbreak from you, but—

a month passes. and another, and another. and suddenly sukuna ryomen, notorious rake, is photographed backstage at your shows. suddenly there’s an anklet hanging from your ankle, his initials in garnet. it’s early morning paparazzi pictures of you both in sweatpants and hoodies — yours, suspiciously oversized — one of his hands engulfing yours, the other holding a bag of takeout from a local breakfast spot, a lit cigarette in his mouth. hickies on your neck and a shit-eating grin on sukuna’s face. candid snaps taken at intimately sized parties, with his chin hooked over your shoulder and his large hands cupping your stomach. tiktoks of you both on the red carpet in the background of somebody else’s interview, sukuna leaning in close to brush an eyelash from your cheek.

neither of you confirm anything, but then — you don’t need to, do you?