#i miss u spikey Boy :(

[isoart]

Happy belated birthday 133!

[fangthroat]

⛓️ ggrrrrrrr bark bark 💢

[rowretro]

𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕?

✧warnings: fluff, slut shaming, kissing

♡synopsis: The bad boy Riki, has fallen for a rather girly girl, the kind of girl that many girls wouldn't expect guys to fall for. Y/n in her stylish outfits which were always admired by all, had the attention of Riki, and that seemed tick certain girls off.

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Riki groaned as he saw you walk down the hallway. One would assume it's because of how much you dress up just to go to school, or the supermarket. That's not the reason. Fuck he loves it, your style, your creative, the fact that half your accessories, or very pretty clothes were made by you. He loves that you're like a fresh wave of energy that suddenly brings a dry, dead, withering flowers, to life again. Sometimes, though, the boys love your outfits, for all the wrong reasons.

"Y/n for fucksake pull your skirt down!" Riki said, audible enough for just you to hear, he pulled you to himself. His eyes scanning the pink, delicate shimmer on your eyelids, Pretty, spikey eyelashes that were perfectly stuck on, Oh and how could he forget those glossy, kissable lips? a few, tiny iridescent hearts evident. Pink bows decorating your braided hair. "but why? it looks cute when it's short" she said, it's not like she was ever going to need to bend, she can't anyway, not with the 5 inch heels her feet carry around all day.

"You want to know what your outfit is missing? a nice leather jacket. Here have mine." He said, as he dressed you in his large leather jacket, ignoring your protests. You looked adorable in such a big jacket. You had no problem with leather jackets either, but this one specific Riki jacket made you look ridiculous. But there were people who had a bigger problem with it. Hwang Mihi.

Hwang Mihi would be described as a conventionally attractive, powder faced bitch. From her ridiculously rolled up short skirt, cakey makeup, and extremely bitchy personality. The girl had a problem with everyone and everything, specifically you. She's heard more people praise you than they praise her, you have more followers than her, and overall, you have the man she wants. Nishimura Riki.

"Rikiiii please~ it'll look good on you I swear!" you whined as Riki frowned. "I'm not wearing lipstick!" the man whined as you whined again "It's not a lipstick! it's a lip gloss stick it's not like you'll turn in to barbie with one swipe, idols wear this you know?" you reasoned as he sighed, leaning into you face. With a smile, you carefully applied the creamy, lip gloss stick, his eyes locked on your focused face, the close proximity making his heart beat faster than Usain Bolt ever ran. It fucking pissed Mihi off.

"How the fuck does a pink barbie carbon copy like you have MY man?!" She yelled, yanking at your braided hair, her tug so tight you had to bite her wrist to get out of her hold. "UGH U PASTE FACED FUCKER- U RUINED MY BRAID!" you yelled as suddenly a different person slapped the shit out of you. You could've sworn your brain left your body then entered it again. your head hit the wall behind you painfully hard, but as you pulled away to even process the first slap, you were painfully pushed up against the wall, and there before you was a much bigger male.

"You're such a pussy! you can't fight me yourself so you're using some guy who's dick you sucked?!!!" she asked, clearly knowing the man was one of the seniors that she used to be fwb with. Just for that, the male slapped her again, chocking her. "It's that fucking tongue isn't it?! If I rip it out you'll stop talking right?" Mihi asked as you frowned. "I have another way to silence her..." the male said with a smirk, his grip on your throat tightening as he tried to place his lips on hers.

Before his lips could even reach her lips, The male fell back, some of his teeth knocked out, his mouth bloody. "The fuck are you doing to my girlfriend?!!!" Riki asked as y/n stared at him in shock, heck even the girls were shook, they were fucking scared, never has Mihi ever seen her crush so pissed off, it was fucking scary. "J-just uh..." "Just what?! beating my future wife?! do u want to be scalped and dipped into lemon juice?!!!" He asked cracking his knuckles as the girl stuttered and ran off with her minions.

Riki didn't even get the chance to check on you, as your horrified scream filled the hallways. "Fuck y/n how bad did he hurt you?" he asked, kneeling down before you as you stared at your forehand in horror "MY NAIL SNAPPED! SO LONG OF HARD WORK BROKE JUST LIKE THAT." she exclaimed as Riki stood up, sighing. "I'll take that as a yes" he mumbled.

"Girlfriend? Future wife? what was that about?" you asked staring up at him as he smiled "I guess you called call it my confession..." he said as you frowned "Try again" you said as Riki snickerred "Y/n... I love you, and I want to fucking show you that everyday, so give me a chance baby" he said as you blinked. She felt her own blush, he's perfect, everything she needed, but never did she think your dream man would love you.

"Hmm but what if I don't want to?" you teased. as Riki helped you up "My sister knows a great nail tech, she's expensive but worth the price, how bout you treat your pretty hands for some prettier nails, and I'll pay all the expenses?" he asked as the girl pouted. "You don't need to bribe me like that... let me do it instead." You said, then kissed his lips, his eyes widening in shock as you smiled. "Lets skip school im gonna treat you to the best shopping spree you'd ever experience." He said as his arm snaked around your waist.

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[beesmygod]

i think u scared off the liberal

good. i'd be lying to say it didnt get under my skin because even adam noticed it lol. if only it were as simple as "white artist bristles when confronted about a depiction of race" instead of "a frequently hammered nerve was struck involving things anon has no context for, intentionally". grrr growl!!! i tried to talk about this with other people and then pussed out bc i realized no one cares but me. so at least i can ramble about it on my own space.

long post ahead sorry~

even putting my neurosis aside, from where i'm standing, anon's overt discomfort with a depiction of an ethnicity or race involving the use of vernacular is some real fucking bird-brain shit. anon reads "huckleberry finn" and runs off to the library to have it banned for racism lol. like, we're talking that level of intellectual cowardice that turns tail and hides when made merely uncomfortable. anon subscribes to the school of thought that being mean and making me feel bad are the worst crimes someone could ever commit. if i want to be really mean, i think anon has never spoken to another latino person outside of a service worker context.

and like, i understand the initial bristle when confronted with it. it's not as though phonetic accent writing or vernacular usage can't be invoked for racist reasons. but you would literally have to try very hard to read jack, white man for hire, as anything other than the explicit butt of the joke. the latinas poking fun at his discomfort lol wait holy shit i just realized life imitated art. am i a secret genius after all......? (no)

here are the pages in question: i asked people on twitter what they thought but ofc that way i still only hear from people who are likely to ostensibly agree with me. (click for full)

lol i just realized i missed an overlay layer on the third page. i should fix that.

this is a webcomic with almost, if not more than, 800 pages so some context: white spikey hair boy (jack) is from corpus christi, texas, a city on the gulf of mexico VERY close to the border. jack was always supposed to be from texas bc its a state i have some cultural understanding of. my dad grew up there. my dad is mexican-american. i am bi-ethnic. tri-ethnic, i guess, since the italian/irish half had a massive influence on me growing up as well.

the ladies are members of maxine's (the other protag's) witch coven. these women don't dress like this on a day to day basis (the one in the poncho might since she's a curandera, anyway), the outfits are like uhhh special occasion stuff. its your witch outfit. red bow is wearing like a day to day version of the traditional oaxaca outfits and has her hair pulled back in a traditional braid. the other is wearing just normal shit but with a traditionally patterned (or as much as i could bear to draw) poncho. the egg cleanse is a basic brujeria technique that like, every mexican family knows of at least lol. poncho is cutting the bad airs away, like in this video of a limpia.

the spit is my favorite part of all the limpias lol. WATER CANNON

all of this is just shit i know from growing up. i had to ask help on the spanish bc mine is a double whammy of being both terrible AND non-conversational (i learned all mine in textbooks ( ._.)) but the spanish code-switching to shit talk is how real people behave lol. i know this, because family and friends do it.

i take the character writing of this stupid comic more seriously than it probably deserves. i wanted to make sure it felt authentic and like these were "real" characters. having a world where the only people with personalities are the protagonists leads to a universe that feels flat and empty. a cardboard world. when i was able to use the women from a culture i know as a way to advance the plot, it was a small blessing lol. whew.

i dont really know how to talk about how this relates to me more in depth without compromising my belief that i have a right to privacy when it comes to my personal life lol. my entire existence exists on edges and borders that should not matter to anyone but me; but these details (ethnicity, race, sexuality, gender, etc and so on and you know) have a tendency to become the sole factor through which people view your work, your potential, and the expectations they begin to develop for you. currently, i think the expectations people have set for minority creators fucking sucks and i am relieved not to be a part of the ecosystem that rewards mediocrity and poor quality with accolades and purchases. looking at you, YA fiction and webtoons!!!

quite frankly: the more details people have about your life, the more they are able to scrutinize your authenticity based on their own biases (as the original anon did lol) or whether or not you are "deserving" of the descriptors that you are open about or accumulate over the years. i already have enough problems with this on my own directed at myself. i dont need input from the peanut gallery about my identity when its something ive struggled with and continue to struggle with my entire life.

i am not interested in bothering minority creators with my crybaby shit about how i feel alienated. i don't want inclusion to their groups centered around their unique and more specific experiences out of obligation when i realize the non-minority halves of me have also had massive influence on my upbringing and my beliefs. i dont like having to debates whether or not i am ____ enough to qualify for appearances on lists or databases or awards so i don't bother with any of it. i just want to grill for gods sake

anyway idk. im mad but i also realize a lot of my mad comes from offline baggage that no one is privy to on purpose so i have a hard time gauging how people will read how i write things. but bc i keep it tight to the chest i guess that invites random anons to speculate reasonably that i've transformed into a racist overnight bc they read a character say a double negative. dipshit. fucking moron

anyway

[redheadedpineapple]

playing with mha bois hair headcanons

Day 26: Ribbon running your hands thru the mha bois hair GN!R, they/them pronouns Hitoshi Shinsou, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki

──────〔Hitoshi Shinsou〕──────

he really likes it when you run your fingers through his hair

it’s very soothing to him

he’ll relax with his head in your lap for hours while you comb through his hair

especially likes the feeling of his hair being braided

if you have trouble sitting still or not doing anything with your hands, he loves he can give you something to do while you watch movies/shows or chill listening to music

his hair only gets messier with the random super curly bits of hair, but he doesn’t really care

sometimes, an inch or two of the braid will stay in for the day if you’re playing with his hair in the morning

if people point it out, he’ll lazily smile and tell them not to mind it

he takes it as little souvenirs from you

“‘Toshi!”

Shinsou glances your direction, a tiny smile already on his face from hearing your voice. “Yeah?”

You smile at the boy and extend your arms to him. “Gimmie a piggy back ride.”

He raises an eyebrow. “And why should I do that?” he asks, although he’s already surrendered his fate as he makes his way towards you.

“For you are my loyal steed, and I am thy commander. Also I’m tired and the dorms are far away.”

He sighs and shakes his head, but it’s impossible to miss his smile as he turns around and crouches down. Once you jump onto him, he loops his arms around the back of your knees and stands with no effort.

“Off we go, my steed. To the nap place.”

But you’re already dozing off as you lean your cheek on his shoulder and thread your fingers through his hair subconsciously. He tilts his head into your touch and indulges in it, a calming little thing for both of you.

──────〔Kirishima Eijirou〕──────

he loves it and will openly express this

if you take a spikey bit of his hair and braid it, he’ll try and keep it in as long as possible

he hardly even does his hair, but if there’s a special occasion, you’re the first he goes to for help

you get to see kiri with his hair down a bunch, and it’s a true blessing.

will rest his head in your lap whenever he gets the opportunity

if you don’t pay attention to him immediately or start running your hands through his hair, he’ll nudge your tummy and look up at you with puppy eyes

pda? sure

he doesn’t even care if people are around, if he wants his head pats, he gets his head pats.

You’ve got guests over, and you’re just sitting on the couch for a watchparty of a series you’d all been wanting to watch. There are snacks laid out on the coffee table, and everyone’s got different coloured cups with their drinks in it.

Kirishima is leaning his head on your shoulder, and you’ve got your arm wrapped around his waist. He nudges your neck with his head, and when you peek down at him, he’s got his lower lip pushed out and his eyes sparkling.

A little smile pulls at your lips and you pat your lap. His face glows and his head falls on your lap immediately, leaving his legs hanging over the side of the couch. You tug at his hair and massage his scalp as the show continues. His breaths are deep as he completely relaxes under your touch.

──────〔Katsuki Bakugou〕──────

pretends he doesn’t like it

but he really does dw

he’ll grumble about it almost every time you’re in public, but he likes the idea of being yours

like YEAH i’m theirs, back the HECK off of my hot bod

dude doesn’t get it at first, but he soon figures out that it’s a two way street baby

he’s yours and you’re his

it’s also become kind of a “hey i know you’re there and i love you we’ll go soon” sign

it’s a special kinda love language

Bakugou grumbles as you continue the conversation. Goddamnit, he agreed to go shopping with you because he thought it’d be nice to just have some time for you two, doing mundane, domestic things. But you just had to bump into an old high school friend on the way out.

It felt like you two had been talking forever, catching up on lame things and how their kid is doing and the spouse, and oh! This is your boyfriend accompanying you. Go on, you urged him, introduce yourself.

So he fights rolling his eyes to offer a hand to shake. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki, I’m nice to meet you.”

They shake his hand, and you two continue talking for a bit. Bakugou pouts, crossing his arms and looking away. You bring an arm up to his shoulder to tug him closer, then ruffle his hair lightly. He deepens his pout, but he’s leaning into your touch and looking at you. You nod to him, a little sign telling him it’ll be over soon.

A minute or two later, you two are walking out with the shopping cart and you’re teasing him.

“I'm nice to meet you? Yeah?”

“I extended so much grace for meeting them and staying with you for that extra hour and a half.”

You scoff. “It was not an hour and a half. It was maybe 20 minutes at most.”

“Same thing, felt like forever. Am just glad I got you back to myself,” he grumbles, and helps pack the groceries into the car as you give him a light kiss on the cheek.

[seiyasabi]

Trouble In Paradise

(This is a Yandere Kyoutani x Cute Fem Reader x Yandere (Platonic) Older Bro Iwa-chan  fic :)) This takes place after high school, in a universe where everyone still plays volleyball. 

TW; Jealousy!, turns into dubcon/noncon!!!!, !unwanted choking!, As I’ve said in the past-every character I write for (in my head) are like two feet taller than you!, Possessive behaviour!, he’s highkey soft for u but is still a bastard lol (love him), marking kink!, creampie!, daddy kink!, mentions of Oikawa lowkey being a Yandere too, etc.. 

Kyoutan deserves the world ;)) I love him ajadskhafkah also, sorry if my use of ‘chan’ is cringey, I think it’s funny af tbh, and since I’m Japanese, I’ll do what I want lmao. Anyways, sorry if this sucks, I tried like 5 different ways to write this, and this was the only one that ended up being somewhat decent. ) 

Skipping to the loud gym, your skirt swishes against the fat of your thighs. Your cute ass can be seen peeking out from under the pleated fabric, leaving those around you to coo at your pretty self. Without meaning to, you catch the eye of those around you. 

Seeing the gym’s doors, you push them open with an excited vigour, happy to finally be with your big brother and boyfriend. 

Immediately when you enter, you see Oikawa being swarmed with his fanclub, leaving a straight shot to the rest of the team. Spotting your bad-boy bf, you squeal in delight, gunning at him at top speed. He’s currently sitting on the bleachers, your brother seemingly scolding him for his RBF and bad attitude, but his eyes snap up in an instant, recognising your voice from anywhere. 

An uncharacteristic smile is present on his pierced face, standing to his feet, he readies himself to catch you and twirl you around. That’s a plus of being in shape; picking up your supes cute gf whenever you please! 

That is, until a certain pretty boy steps in the way. 

Tooru has his arms out, in a stance that will allow him to catch you with ease. Before you could slow down and avoid him, he yoinks you up and off of the floor, holding you in a tight embrace, “(Your Name)-chan! I knew you’d come visit me! I’ve been waiting all day for you, Cutie!” The glares from your boyfriend and brother are instantaneous. 

Iwa looks ready to scalp the brunet, whilst Ken looks ready to scrap-possibly even catch a body. Oikawa’s fans look absolutely bloodthirsty, jealous of your cute self being in the arms of the equally cute male. 

Pouting, you push at the pretty boy’s chest, “Put me down! I’m not here for you!” He coos at you, moving in to kiss you on the cheek, only for you to push him away by his face, “Stop it, you’re being weird! Put me down, I wanna see Ken-Chan!” 

By this point, your boyfriend and brother have made their way to you, ready to rip him to shreds, “Put my sister down, Shittykawa! Don’t be a perv!” He karate chops the starlet on the head, causing him to drop you in surprise. 

“Iwa-Chan! You’re so mean to me! Now look what you did, (Your Name)-Chan is hurt-” Kentarou catches you in an instant, cradling you in his scarred arms. Oikawa’s mouth gapes in shock, brain not computing the fact that the dyed haired male moved at lightning speed. 

“No, she ain’t,” He gruffs out, smooching you on the cheek. You giggle, hugging the tatted male tightly. Your (size) breasts smoosh against his buff chest, as you start to pepper kisses all over his face, “She ain’t ever gettin’ hurt if I’m here,” He places a kiss on your lips, relishing how you immediately kiss back. 

“Ken-Chan! I missed you so much!” He rolls his eyes, the tips of his ears turning red. Readjusting his hold on you, he cradles your ass instead of your thighs, causing you to gasp, “Kyoutan, don’t be a perv!” 

He smirks, readying himself to respond, only for your brother to beat you to it, “Yeah, ‘Kyoutan,’ don’t be perving on my little sister!” Redirecting his smug look, he sticks his tongue out at your fuming sibling. 

“Bite me.”

The look on Hajime’s face is priceless, “Biting you isn’t the only thing you need to worry about-” 

“Haji,” His attention immediately snaps to your sweet face, which is currently pouting, “Don’t threaten him! He’s precious to me!” Before Kyoutani can say something smart, you rest your head against his neck, practically nuzzling him, which also shuts him up. 

The spikey haired ace is immediately offended, “I-wha-(Nickname), aren’t I precious to you? Aren’t I your most wonderful older brother?” You giggle, nodding your head. 

“Yes! But Ken-Chan is baby-”

“(Nickname)-Chan, aren’t I baby?! I feel so left out!” Oikawa and his fangirls are off to the side, watching the interaction. Whilst Oinks looks positively offended and left out, the girls are angry that you’ve stolen the captain’s attention. 

“No, you’re the ugly side character,” Hajime states nonchalantly. 

“Yea, yer uglier than the dirt under (Your Name)’s shoe,” Offended noises and indignant hand movements follow their words, as his fans start to shout in anger and shock. 

You lightly whack Kyoutani on the shoulder, scolding him with your eyes, “Haji, Kyoutan, don’t be mean! Tooru is pretty,” The setter preens in delight, “But, he’s dumb. So, he’s the dumb, but pretty, character!” 

His hands grasp his chest as if you’d stabbed him, “(Nickname)-Chan, my heart, it’s breaking-” He fake gags, causing your brother and boyfriend to roll their eyes, “The only way to fix it…. Is to get a kiss!” He bolts towards you, causing you to shriek in surprise. Placing you on your feet, you’re quickly placed behind the dyed haired man, ‘Mad Dog’ making an appearance. 

Practically frothing at the mouth, he snarls at Oikawa, whilst Hajime sticks out his foot, effectively tripping him. Once falling, the pierced male yanks him up by his shirt collar, and hauls him up to his feet. Now face to face with the scary male, Oikawa gulps in fear, “I’ll kill ya, put ya in the ground, Pretty Boy. Once yer dead, Iwaizumi’ll dance over yer corpse.”

“Yes, I think I will,” Hearing his bestie agree with the sentiment, Oinks finally realises that he messed around too much. 

“Now, yer gonna apologise to (Your Name), or I’ll shave yer head,” Now fully standing, Kyoutani moves out of the way, allowing the setter to apologise face-to-face. 

Dropping to his hands and knees, he starts to bow at you as if you’re royalty, “I’m sorry, (Your Name)-Chan! I promise I didn’t mean to offend you! Please don’t let Mad Dog-Chan and Iwa-Chan kill me!” Giggling at his over the top words, you nod your head. 

“It’s okay, Tooru-Chan,” You pat his head reassuringly, “I know you love your fangirls more than me,” This causes the gym to erupt into cheers, as the other girls start to swarm the male. You can hear him scream in fear, but are quickly pulled away from the crime scene, and taken out to the car park. 

Your brother holds you close to him, glaring at your boyfriend who looks equally as angry. There’s a heavy silence between the three of you, as you’re squished into a hug by your brother. 

“Haji, why’re you holding me so tight? Don’t you have to get back to practice?” He doesn’t answer, instead speaking to your boyfriend. 

“Take her home, Kyoutani. I’ll deal with him now, you can deal with him later,” He nods, taking you from your older brother’s arms, and practically carrying you to his motorcycle. Setting you on the back of the bike, he opens the back hatch of the bike, and pulls out your pastel pink helmet. Placing it onto your head tenderly, he flips the eye cover up, allowing you to see him clearly for a moment. 

Smiling up at him (he can only see your eyes crinkle), you speak, “Hi!” His pissed off face immediately dissolves, causing him to smile at your cute self. 

“Hi, Baby,” Grabbing his rough hands, you interlace your fingers between his. 

“Aren’t you going to practice, Kyo-Ken?” He rolls his eyes, but gives your hands a squeeze. 

“Nah, I gotta take my Baby Girl home, so I can show her who she belongs to,” He gives you a wink, leaving you to splutter in surprise. 

“You-you can’t say that in public!” Chuckling, he releases your hands and flips your eye cover down, before chucking on his own helmet, and settling on the front of the bike. 

Pulling Your arms around his waist, he waits for you to settle against him. He relishes your tight hold, as you practically cling onto him for dear life. 

Starting up the engine, he kicks up the kick stand, and speeds off to your shared apartment. 

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Your body bounces off of the mattress, as you let out a small scream. A giggle escapes your lips, as you smile up at Kyoutani, “Ken-Ken, are you still mad?” He nods, his hands pulling off your cropped sweater, and pushing up your skirt to expose your pastel yellow panties. 

“That ugly bastard should’a know better than t’a put his disgusting hands on ya,” He practically growls, undoing your bra and letting your pretty tits flop out. Kissing up your neck, he sucks hickies onto the previously unblemished skin. A small moan leaves your lips at the feeling, as he starts to pinch and twist your nipples. 

“Daddy!” He releases your neck with a ‘pop,’ smirking down at you. 

“Yes, Princess? Do ya need something?” He rubs the skin on the inside of your thighs, purposefully missing your dampening cunny, “Do ya need yer Daddy to touch yer Princess parts?” 

Nodding, you plead with him, “Yes! Please touch me!” 

Chuckling, he pulls your panties off of you, letting the cool air of your shared room caress your cunny. Running a single finger up your slit, he barely taps your clit, causing your hips to jerk up and off of the mattress, “Yer such a sensitive baby, I love ya so much.”

“I love you too, Daddy! Please fuck me!” He hums, mulling over your words. 

“Want me to show everyone who ya belong to?” You nod your head rapidly. 

“Yes! Yes, please!” Kissing you on the lips sloppily, he reaches down to pull out his cock from his Adidas sport shorts. His tip is pierced, and when he rubs it against your clit, you practically see stars. 

“My good, cute, polite girl,” He gathers your slick on his tip, before he pushes in. Your walls burn as you try to accommodate to his thick size, practically sucking the air from your lungs. A wanton moan is heard from you, as he waits for you to accept him comfortably, “Relax, Princess. Let me int’a yer pretty cunny.” 

“Da-Daddy,” Your arms wrap around him, clawing at his shirt covered back, “You’re too big!” He shushes you softly, rubbing your clit with two fingers. Your juices slowly drip out of you and onto his cock. After a moment, he begins to move, practically rearranging your guts. 

“You’ve taken me before, Princess. I know ya can do it, just let me in,” He starts to thrust into you at a medium speed, rubbing your clit at the same pace. Your eyes glaze over, practically rolling into the back of your head. 

His cock is heavy and girthy inside of your slick walls, spearing you open with each thrust. Moans and keens leave your throat, as you grip onto him. Your hips meet his, your juices spraying onto the both of you. 

“Look at my pretty baby, so fucked out already,” He uses the hand that’s not on your clit to grasp your throat, causing your body to go rigid and eyes to go wide. 

“Ken-” He shuts you up with a kiss, swallowing your words. You try to push his hand off, but it’s to no avail. He continues to fuck into you, your cunny still sucking him in, even as you’re scared of his actions. 

“Fuck, yer practically milking me for all I’ve got,” He removes his lips from yours, his grip becoming a bit tighter, “Ya want yer Daddy to cum in ya? Yea ya do.”

Now, you’re really pushing against him. You’re not on the pill, “Ken, pull out!” He shushes you, rubbing on your clit even harder than before, trying to make you cum before him. Kentarou relishes the small tears at the corner of your eyes, loving how cute you look. 

Without you wanting to, you cum with a small gush of liquid, a whine echoing through your chest. He follows not long after you, filling you to the brim with his virile cum. 

With a grunt and a huff, he pulls out of you, loving how his cum looks leaking out of you. Removing his hand from your throat, he looks down once more, realising that you don’t look very happy. 

“You didn’t listen to me,” You rub the hand mark around your neck, as you sit up, moving away from him. 

“Awe, don’t be like that, Baby,” He reaches out for you, but you move away from him. 

“I don’t want to be near you right now, Kyoutani. You didn’t stop…” Moving off of the bed, you stand to your feet. Going to your dresser, you grab a week’s worth of clothes, including your work uniform. Pulling on a new shirt, you fix your previous outfit, as you start to cry. 

“Wait-I-ya-ya aren’t leaving me, are ya?” For once, the spitfire male is at a loss for words. 

“No, I just need time away from you. You say that Tooru is bad, but you hurt me a lot just now. I’m calling Haji, and I’m going to stay with him for a little while,” Your brother has your daily items there, just because you’d sleep over sometimes, so you aren’t too worried about not having soap and such. 

Grabbing your phone from your purse by your bedroom door, you call him, Ken watching you with wide eyes, “Haji, please pick me up. Kyoutani and I got into a fight.”

-

Hajime helps you into his car, before turning to the still shocked male you call your boyfriend. He hasn’t said a word, if anything, he looks shocked beyond anything else. 

Shutting the car door, your brother finally speaks, “I knew you were no good for her. Your jealousy got the better of you.”

“I didn’t mean to, it-it just-”

“Got out of control?” Your brother raises an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest, “Yeah, I’ve noticed. You hurt my little sister,” He moves closer to the dyed haired man, eyes flashing with anger, “You choked her out. Why? Because Oikawa made you jealous? Despicable.”

“It isn’t like that! We-we were having se-” He holds up a hand, stopping your boyfriend from continuing. 

“I don’t want to hear it. Just know that if you come near her without her allowing you to be in her presence, I’ll kill you. I never wanted you to be with her, and you just proved my fears correct.”

Realisation dawns on Kyoutani, “Wait- is this why ya wanted me to come home with her? So I could fuck up?” 

Hajime smirks, “Of course. My little sister is too good for you. Now, fuck off, before I do something you won’t like.” 

Ken watches as you go, tears brimming his eyes. He should’ve known your brother would find you too precious to be with him. He most likely asked Oikawa to help him, seeing as the pretty boy was in the car with you, looking as perfect as ever. 

He fucked up, and now Hajime has won their rivalry. 

[punsandfuturekingsmen-archive]

@diviinc​ from x:

he sits there upon his throne with the agony of remembering completely numb.

very n u m b.

the king of this castle. the one who rules this kingdom , and yet he couldn't find it in his mind the missing piece that he knew was gone....all of the pain and the bleeding -- the c r u s h i n g of small fae , and yet....he still could not find anything....head in his one hand , leaning back into his throne , while his other hand -- white knuckled -- tight on the head of his seat , mind buzzing with lost laughter and screaming, a voice he could barely even make out....the yellow scars on his chest have yet to heal....he was beyond desperate to know...and to find out that something was wrong....something -- he knew for a fact.....

.......

and then , someone...was coming in.

y e l l o w

YELLOW

Y E L L O W

and all too familiar -- zipping by his mind but it remains duller and duller -- someone -- and they looked e e r i l y like him.

s o m e o n e

S O M E O N E .... ?

and the smiles and the screaming were all clear now -- like black clouds that moved away from the furthest corners of his mind as he watches on as they moved even closer -- eyes widening and anchor racing -- and he notices that it was that "charming boy" who he found s c r e a m i n g earlier -- mismatched eyes and hair short -- spikey -- a face that look too similar to his --

sunflowers that sing with safety and hope

plushies for screaming out frustrations

sacrifices and the smell of metal and blood

the smell of lightning and breath and love --

who ....

who was this ?

WHO WAS T H I S ?

what was he doing here ... ? !

that's it -- ah ah ah -- that's it -- another DISGUSTING trick from the fae ! of course! and now they send someone who was trying to harm him ,is that it ... ? ! just some sick and twisted joke ... ? ! the king quickly stands up as yellow blood crawls out of one of his nostrils and yet he could not feel the pain -- and a sword -- yellow and etched with many symbols appearing in his hands -- and he aims for this stranger --

R T H U R A

『 " a hallucination -- no -- a SHAPESHIFTER -- what are you doing in MY throne room ? ! " 』 he asks , teeth grit with a twisted angry look.

T H R R U A

He can see the look on his King’s face. He can’t see the anchor, can’t see it beating when it’s hidden beneath robes where the Divine keeps it.  But he almost feels it’s beat in the room, matching the thunder of his own. It reverberates around him, heavy and hard and makes his eyes sting. There’s-- fear there, almost. Confusion, definitely. A spinning cacophony of everything being T O O   M U C H.

He wants to run. The feelings hit him like a tidal wave and threaten to drown his resolve. The King was so many things. So many that were all blending in a toxic miasma that burned in his lungs and twisted his stomach into thirteen different knots. His mouth opened and closed, especially as R A G E took the front, wrath at what he voiced to be a trick.

Why was he here? Why was he doing this to him? Why didn’t he run? Why didn’t he accept the King deserved better? Why was he doing this he was a stain a corruption he was useless he wasn’t worth remembering just stop before he went too far he was better alone--

Arthur swallowed glass. His hands flexed at his side as he stares up at the King, forcing the thoughts washing over him down. He was wading in them still, but he wouldn’t drown. He was doing this for a reason. They were hurting without him, the fae had said. And he’d decided what was best before.

And that had been one of his greatest mistakes.

Arthur opened his mouth and closed it several times, trying to find the words. They stayed locked in his throat, and he didn’t know where the key was.

It turned out to be gold. A line of gold dripping down the king’s face.

He didn’t flinch at the sword levied at him. Didn’t falter from the ire and rage meeting him, even as it pressed down on his chest until he couldn’t breathe. It cut to see that look, to feel it when all he could think about was holding the anchor in his hands to give Kingthur what he needed, standing by his side through danger-- holding him close when he came back.

The king laughing as he tackled him in a shower of rose petals.

He blinked and tears fell, watery ones than what was before. The look cut him to his knees, but he ignored his feelings for now. Ignored the emotions bruising him, the look on his liege’s face, the sword’s wicked, glinting edge and the threat of it aimed at him.

Ignored everything else but that gold streak.

His mouth opened. His face tweaked with a frown, brow drawn together and worry in the cadence of his tone. “You-- you’re bleeding....”

[sailor-manga]

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, and I’m really sorry if this isn’t the greatest. I just know quite a few of you have been waiting for it so I tried to finish it with little motivation I had left. ;u; I love you guys, hope you enjoy. Also, I know there is mention of a party in this fic, and it was just getting long already so if you guys want a part two where they go on their first.. official date [I guess?] Just let me know. 

This fic is meant for readers +18, if you are not +18, please go elsewhere.

Warnings: Smut, Swearing. 

Word Count: 5,397 words.

You hurt, you didn’t know what went wrong.. One second you were simply walking home from a friends house, next thing- You found yourself in a pile of rubble, trapping your leg and leaving you helpless. Letting out a loud cry, you would hear more smashing in the distance, as well as yelling- There was a fight breaking out and you were in the middle of it. You could see a flash of red, it was Red Riot, pinning down a hybrid looking human. Your eyes practically lit up! Red Riot was your favorite Pro Hero and you found yourself constantly swooning over the male on TV or on the internet. 

You were so giddy that he was here, you ALMOST forgot the fact that you leg was being crushed by a fucking piece of building, begging to be let out. You could feel blood dripping, and it did hurt- a lot, but thankfully nothing felt broken, the pain would be ten times worse. 

Glancing back down at your trapped limb, you would try to pull it out, only to get out a strained cry.. You were really in there. You never thought you’d see yourself in this type of situation, you always saw yourself as careful and aware of your surroundings, but this happened out of nowhere! 

You were quickly snapped from your thoughts when some landed next to you loudly. Flushing slightly you would turn your head, expecting to see Red Riot himself ready to save you- But instead you were met with angry looking eyes and spikey blonde hair. Furrowing a brow, you would look past the male to see if you could find Red Riot “Are you fucking blind?” he grunted annoyingly, which made you huff “W-Where is Red Riot?” you asked in a shaky tone, your body shifting uncomfortably on the pile of rocks “Listen you ungrateful bitch, I’m the one here to get you out of the stupid mess you stumbled into like a fucking idiot! Now hold still so I can blow these rocks off of you” he barked at her, vile coating every word. 

This was why you didn’t like Bakugou, he was rude, arrogant, and vulgar with a horribly explosive temper.. Every interview you saw with the Pro Hero, there was always some kind of situation. He put a bad taste in your mouth and now that you were formally meeting him, you knew exactly why. Feeling small against his words you would quiet down and he would quickly put his hand on the rock and with one swift CRACK, the large piece of stone would crumble, freeing your leg and allowing it to breathe. 

Looking at your leg now, you would visibly cringe hard . Your leg was peppered with cuts and already bruises as black as night. Reaching over, you would prod at one of the cuts which immediately began to ooze crimson. Before you could really collect yourself, you would feel a hand grip at your forearm and yank you to stand. Letting out a loud cry, you would fall into Bakugou, who would quickly catch you, holding your weight up effortlessly “What are you doing, dumb ass?” he yelled, which caused you to shoot a glare up at him “M-My leg, you fucking jerk!” you snapped back at him. 

Only for a second, would his face soften to a look of concern before letting out an annoyed grunt “I should have left you under there, now I have to fucking take you to the hospital” he growled. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you! I can take myself there, I just.. Need a moment to recoup” you’d mutter out with a frown. “Listen little girl, you’re talking to a God- and I don’t wanna hear your drama” he spat, quickly cupping your cheek and letting out a ‘tch’ sound “You busted your head too, that’s probably why you don’t realize that I just saved your fuckin’ ass” he grumbled before picking you up bridal style, causing you to cry out a little. 

“Fuck! You’re hurting me” you spat before the male would shoot you another death glare, making you shrink into his chest “Just shut the hell up and let me help you, dumb ass” he spat. Swallowing hard, you knew that you wouldn’t actually be able to make it to the hospital yourself. Wrapping one of your arms around his neck, the other would lift to inspect the gash that was on your head and oh boy.. There was definitely one there. You could feel a jagged cut that started from your hairline to your brow. 

“Don’t fucking touch it, idiot- It’s already filthy from the dirt” he barked, which caused you to jump a little “Can you just.. Shut up or be nice!” you yelled out, your face growing lightly rose from frustration. Bakugou would smirk and shrug his broad shoulders “Sorry babygirl.. Kindness isn’t my brand” he replied in a cocky tone, which caused you to huff and glance away from him. The hospital wasn’t that far, but you still didn’t know why the male was walking you there rather than calling the ambulance or even taking a taxi if he really wanted to do it himself. 

As he carried you though, you would idly drop your head onto his shoulder, which made him growl out a little bit “Hey, dumb ass” he said in a soft tone, his arms shaking you lightly “You need to stay awake, who knows if you got a concussion or not, idiot” he scoffed. Staring up at him through your lashes, you would frown some “I-..just hurt” you muttered out, which caused concern to fill his eyes “We’re almost there, okay? Talk to me or whatever.. Just don’t fucking pass out on me” he snapped quietly. 

Licking your lips, you would let out a soft sigh, which caused him to shake you a little again “Tell me why you were looking for my friend” he asked, his eyes glancing elsewhere. Feeling the lump in your throat, your cheeks would vividly ignite “I-.. I’ve always wanted to meet him, he seems so nice and gentle.. I’m a fan, to put it short..” you’d mutter out in a skittish tone. The male would roll his eyes “Of course you are, there’s nothing that great about shitty hair.. He wasn’t even the one who saved you” he grumbled, which caused you to frown even deeper. 

“It doesn’t matter! At least if he was the one who saved me- We’d be at the hospital by and and he’d be a hell of a lot nicer to me” you barked out softly, which didn’t get an answer from him. Looking down to avoid any sudden glare, you would feel a little guilty.. Yes, he was a fucking jerk- but he saved you.. You knew you should thank him, but for some reason, something was stopping you. 

Before you could really get up the courage to talk again, you could hear doors opening- You two were already there? You must have zoned out, lost in your impending thoughts. Bakugou would carefully set you in a wheelchair before telling some of the staff what happened, his hero costume sticking out like a sore thumb and causing bystanders to snap his photo and take little videos of him. 

“W-Wait, Bakugou” you said quickly, but the male waved his hand at you dismissively. Biting onto your lip, you were spun around in the chair by a nurse and quickly carried off to a room so you could get further examined. Now that all the excitement was away from you, and you didn’t have that stupid jerk barking at you every five seconds, the pain was really starting to kick in and a wave of exhaustion washed over you. You were in and out as the Doctor examined your battered leg. Luckily the rubble had only created some flesh wounds. The Doctor talked about simply cleaning the wounds, and putting some ice on it. 

When it came to your head though, you needed stitches.. Luckily there was no concussion, but the cut was pretty deep, it probably happened when you initially fell. Unfortunately you weren’t able to sleep through that, the stinging feeling as the male sewed the cut shut. 

Once he finished, you would let out a whimper.. Why.. did you miss that fucking jerk? Maybe it was guilt that you didn’t get to thank him or apologize, because he was right in calling you out on being ungrateful. “Alright [First and last name], we just wanna keep you overnight to make sure that head injury is okay. Is that alright with you?” the Doctor asked with a soothing smile. 

With a small nod, he would return it and collect his tools “Get some rest, you had a hard day” the male claimed quietly before exiting the room. 

That was the last thing on your mind though. Regardless of your body feeling absolutely exhausted, your mind was going insane.. You hurt so bad, you probably would have been there longer if Bakugou hadn't seen you. Growling out to yourself, you would cover your face with your hands and shift in bed, wincing out.. Broken bones or not- Those fucking bruises felt like little needles gutting into your beaten leg. 

Sooner or later, you had drifted off- well, barely.. You couldn’t get the explosive male out of her head. That had been the whole night, occasionally waking up from both the pain and him on your mind. It wasn’t until the sun started to shine through the window of the hospital room, and you would feel a hand on yours. “B-Bakugou?” you’d mutter out quickly, your eyes fluttering open to see not Bakugou- But Red Riot himself standing sitting there next to the bed. Your eyes would widen as he smiled cheerfully at you “Hey! Sorry.. Not Bakugou- But I heard you wanted to meet me” he mused, patting your hand, 

Your guilt immediately grew, you knew that Bakugou had told him, and the whole reason he was here was because of the blonde. 

Staring at the Pro Hero, wearing his sexy costume.. You weren��t enjoying the meeting as much now that you knew why he was here. Biting your lip, you would immediately let out a whimper and hang your head down your body tensing out as you felt a few tears start to stream down your cheeks. 

The red head immediately stood and placed his hands gently on your shoulders “H-Hey, are you okay? Hurting?” he asked quickly, his voice oozing with worry. Shaking your head, you would quickly wipe at your eyes “I-I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, and now you’re finally here.. And I can’t help but feel terrible because I was mean to Bakugou and didn’t thank him or apologize for saving me and being a bitch.. And he- he did this!” you’d claim out, trying to explain only further urging the tears out. 

Kirishima’s face would fall a little, into a frown “Hey now.. I’m sure he didn’t take it heart- I mean, he got me here didn’t he?” he said in a soothing tone. Your ears weren’t completely hearing his words though, looking up at him, he would offer a comforting smile before using his thumb to wipe away a few stray tears “You want to talk to him again, don’t you..” he asked quietly.

Eyeing the male you would hiccup quietly and nod “I-I’m so happy to meet you, but.. I need to do the right thing” you’d mutter out, which caused him to chuckle “Damn, here Bakugou said he found me a cute girl, but it seems she’s already grown a crush on someone else” he purred out before patting your shoulder “When are you discharged? I’ll take you to the hot head.. And you can fix things” he assured. 

You were still taken back by the male assuming you had a crush on that jerk, that wasn’t it- Was it? No! It couldn’t be.. You simply felt bad.. And well, kind of missed his smell.. His warmth. Shaking your head quickly, you would glance up at him “I-I would really like that, but don’t get the wrong idea! I’m not crushing on him” you’d say quickly before biting your lip “Also.. I should be able to leave today, the Doctor just wanted to make sure my stitches settled alright” you claimed quietly. 

You were so incredibly grateful to meet Kirishima, he was so nice and so willing to help. After about another hour, the nurses came in and gave her clothes back, allowing her to change and leave. 

Kirishima was a gentleman and left her alone to change into her battered clothing, it wasn’t exactly the outfit you wanted to wear around Bak-... Wait, what were you saying?! You didn’t care what he would think! Shaking your head, you would open the door and head down, immediately greeted by Red Riot once again “Ready? Come on” he said, placing a hand on her upper back and urging her forward “You know, if you really wanna get to know Bakugou- there is a party tonight that he and I are going too. You should come” he suggested with a gleaming smile.

Swallowing hard, you would fiddle with a rip in your shorts “I-.. er I don’t know” you’d mutter out “I just want to say thank you is all” you’d press, which only caused the red head to roll his eyes “Fat chance, cutie! It’s all over your face~ Come on, just come for a few hours and if you aren’t feeling it- I’ll personally drive you home” he said patting your back. 

Letting out a soft sigh, you would nod your head in defeat- How could you say no to someone doing so much for you? Not to mention.. He was your favorite Pro Hero after all. 

The male would lead you to his car, opening the door for you to slide in. Doing so, your eyes would watch as he made his way around to the drivers side, plopping it with a sigh “Are you nervous?” he asked. Turning your head to him, you would look a little confused “N-Nervous? Why?” you’d ask sheepishly before he let out a snort “Well, I am bringing you back to our house” he stated quietly before looking at you.

You would stare at him with wide eyes, you didn’t think he’d make a move like that- You thought maybe you’d be meeting a cafe or something “A-Are you sure? You’re okay with me knowing where you live?” you’d ask in a shaky tone, red faced as could be. 

Kirishima shrugged “I mean, no offense.. But what are you going to do? Do you have a hidden quirk or something?” he asked with a chuckle. Sinking in your seat, you would shake your head “No.. I don’t” you pouted, which caused him to snort once again before starting the car and driving off. 

The car ride was nice, it was mainly him talking- Tell you stories about how he and Bakugou met, shit that the two had gotten into together. They honestly sounded like super close friends, it made your heart warm just thinking about it “It doesn’t ever bug you? His attitude?” you asked curiously, causing the red head to shrug “I mean, yeah he’s got a temper.. But he also has a good heart. He cares about people in his own hot headed way” he said with a bright smile.

Looking down some, you’d sigh.. You were the jerk, not Bakugou. 

It didn’t take super long before the male would finally pull over, parking in front of a rather fancy looking apartment. Biting your lip, you’d lean forward to gaze up at it. “Come on then, don’t just stare” he chuckled before getting out of the car. 

Letting yourself out, you would wince some.. Your leg still hurt pretty bad, but at least you could walk. Slightly limping your way around the car, Kirishima would once again place a hand on your back, leading you up the stairs carefully, ready to catch you if you were to lose your balance.  

Going up to one of the upper floors, Kirishima would unlock the door and immediately you would hear Bakugou from the other room “Back already, shitty hair? I thought I fucking told you to make it meaningful- And did  you get my text?” he barked loudly, causing Kirishima to roll his eyes with a smile. 

Quickly taking your hand, he would lead you down the hall “I think I did one better” he called out as they turned the corner into the living room area. 

Bakugou sat there lazily, feet propped up on the table- Shirtless and only sporting a pair of loose sweatpants. Swallowing hard you would tense as he turned his head to more than likely yell at his friend, but those deep crimson hues landed on you. Immediately, his cheeks would light up before quickly standing up and turning his attention to Kirishima who was taking his head gear off “Yo, shitty hair! This wasn’t the deal” he spat. 

Kirishima would look at him with a small smirk on his face “Hey, I didn’t intend on doing this- But this cutie here wanted to talk to you, and I invited her to the party tonight” he said flashing a grin and disappearing around the corner once again, probably to get into some more comfortable clothing. 

The blonde quickly stepped forward to stop him, but was cut short with the quick exit. Soon those eyes turned to you in a harsh glare “What do you want? You got what you wanted” he spat, flopping back on the couch with a huff. 

Building up your courage, you would step forward and awkwardly sit on the edge of the sofa, folding your hands over your lap “I’m sorry..” you muttered, causing the blonde to tense a little “What?” he grunted. 

Biting your lip, you would keep your eyes on your fidgeting hands “I-I was a jerk to you, you were totally right to call me an ungrateful bitch.. You saved me, and made sure I got into care. So thank you, Bakugou, and I’m sorry for the way I acted” you whimpered, barely able to make out the words as the male stared at you in a bit of surprise. 

“You.. came all the way here just to say that?” he asked, his voice seeming slightly softer. It didn’t last long though “D-Dumbass, you could have just told Kiri to relay the message” he huffed, crossing his arms, but never once taking his gaze from you. Finally looking up, you’d meet his stare once again. You could feel a blush start to surface which made him flush in return “Y-You sent Kirishima to me as well.. Even after I was rude to you” you muttered out.

Bakugou would quietly lean forward, his fingers just barely grazing the bandages on your head “So what.. You wouldn’t shut up about it” he grunted, his eyes now trailing down to your leg injuries “Are you.. In pain?” he asked, quickly changing the subject. 

Giving off a slight shrug, you would bite your lip “Y-Yeah.. It hurts, but I’ll manage. Luckily, nothing was broken” you said softly. 

His hand never left your head as he scooted closer “It would be better for me to have a look anyways” he grunted, sitting directly next to you and leaning forward to prod at the bandages, he didn’t want to take them off, obviously- But he still tried to see, a clever way of getting close to you. 

He would mumble some profanities to himself before looking down at you, the way you were staring up at him was almost.. Longingly? Swallowing roughly he would break the gaze for a moment before taking the risk and leaning in, pressing his lips roughly to yours. You would let out a small whimper but seem to lean forward, attempting to melt into his chest. This only further caused an arm to wrap around your waist as parted his own lips to take yours in his teeth, tugging on it roughly and causing you to moan out.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, idiot..” he growled out, his weight pushing forward to make you lay back on the couch. You would oblige and shake your head some, you also questioned this.. You were never the type to just dive into something like this, so what about Bakugo was different? 

Before you could really answer him, his mouth was roaming your neck, careful not to bump any of your injuries “W-Who said I wanted to do this to you” you retorted out, blinded by a hazy fog and unable to make proper words “You did.. Staring at me like that, pain in the fucking ass..” he growled, lifting his head slightly to meet your gaze “Do you want me or not, dumb ass” he hissed out, taking you into consideration. 

Blinking up at him, your face would soften.. Like you said, you never expected it to go this far, but now that it has you felt butterflies start to rise in your stomach “I do” you’d say sheepishly before biting your lip, causing Bakugo to slowly start trailing kisses along your jawline, his strong calloused hands gripping at your waist. 

Resting your head against the arm of the couch, you would blush and let out a small sigh as he explored your body. 

Your eyes would slip closed as those strong hands moved to the bountiful mounds on your chest, giving them a firm squeeze before suddenly mashing his lips up against yours again, his tongue shoving past your lips and immediately pinning yours down in dominance. You would moan into his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck as those devious hands went to the end of your shirt and started to peel it off of you.

The kiss broke for only a second so the shirt could go past your head, but as soon as the pesky piece of clothing was rid, he was back to exploring your cavern, growling into your mouth. You two would go from tongue dancing to just sloppily making out, noises rising from both of you. Breaking the kiss, he would sit down on the couch, smirking at you deviously “Come on dumb ass- hop on my lap” he ordered, taking your hand to help you stand. 

At first you seemed a little shy about it, but Bakugo was quick to grab your hips and make you straddle him, his hand going to your neck and pulling you down for another messy lip lock. Your hands would quickly grab at his shoulders, slowly moving into an embrace as you groaned quietly into the gesture. 

Before you could realize, your bra felt loose and his hands were eager to pull it off of you. Moving your arms and breaking the lock he would toss it and stare down at your breasts, his face looking surprised for a moment before a sinful smirk painted his expression. “What are you looking at” you muttered out, covering your breasts with your hands. He was quick to pry those hands off “Ah, ah.. I don’t think so princess.. Let me look at those sexy fucking tits” he growled, leaning forward and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Letting out a loud gasp, you would let your head fall forward, nestling against his blonde tresses as his tongue skillfully circled around that sensitive bud “B-Bak-” you were cut off by him suddenly releasing your tit and glaring up at you “Katsuki” he corrected with a glare before starting to palm your mounds with his hands “If I hear you call me Bakugo one more time, I don’t care if you’re injured, you’re getting a punishment, dumb ass” he grunted before letting off a devilish smirk, his hands trailing down to your shorts to pop them open “Stand up and take those off, and make it fucking sexy” he demanded, letting go of you altogether. 

Slowly getting off of him, you would blush and stand there for a minute “I can try..” you’d mutter before hooking your thumbs through the belt loop of your jeans and shimmying them down, making sure to be a little extra with those hips of yours. It seemed that it was working, because Katsuki’s hues were glued to you the whole time “That’s right princess.. Even with a battered leg you still managed to get me hard” he teased. 

Scoffing quietly, you would cover your naked pussy and roll your eyes “W-Why do you have talk like..” you trailed off as he shrugged down his sweats, revealing that he was definitely telling the truth that her little shake had gotten him hard, because his cock was standing at full attention. “You like what you see?” he said with a smirk before offering his hand. Without word, you would take it and the male would lead you to straddle him once again, which only caused you to wince a little with how your leg was bent “Fuck, does that hurt you?” he asked quietly before moving your weight so you were laying down rather than on top of him. 

“Y-You don’t have to do that, once I sit for a minute I’ll be nnghh…” you trailed off with a moan as he began to rub his shaft into your folds, his warm cock teasingly rubbing against your clit. “That’s right princess, just shut up.. Let me take care of you” he purred out, using the pad of his thumb to reach down and pay good attention to that swollen bud, making your back arch and toes curl. 

You hadn’t experienced something like this before, yeah you’ve been with other guys.. But Katsuki managed to be so gentle with you, yet so.. Rough at the same time. Making his movements very prominent so you could feel just about everything he was doing to you, being oddly attentive to making you feel good. Your thoughts were finally cut off by his body looming over you, and his mouth finding your neck to sink his canines into, making you moan out loudly “F-Fuck.. Katsuki, you’re.. Being rude, just.. Put it in already” you’d groan.

“Mmh? Put what in princess.. I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about” he scoffed against your neck, you could practically feel the smug smirk on his features. “Y-Your cock, Katsuki, I want your cock” you’d mutter out helplessly. Those pathetic, whimpering words were all that Katsuki needed. Reaching down he would line his cock up with your hole and roughly start to inch it in, your slick making great use as a natural lube. 

Your arms would immediately grip onto his shoulders as your tight little cunt attempted desperately to stretch to his size “Ka.. suki.. Please” you’d mutter out with a gasp, only to be silenced by a rough kiss “Calm down dumb ass.. It hurts because you’re clenching on me.. Relax, princess.. I’m going to make you feel good” he grunted, though it was much softer than the others.

Taking a deep breath, you would try to relax your body and he would slowly do small thrusts, trying to get you warmed up “See?” he muttered in a shaky tone, all you could do was nod. 

He took that as permission to keep going, rearing his hips back he would thrust into your clenching cunt, causing you to moan out loudly, Your good leg would spread further for him to nestle in between and his hips would work fluently, the sounds of soft smacking filling the room “Y-You can go.. Harder” you’d pant out, looking up at him with an awkward, embarrassed smile. Katsuki would smirk and lean down, pressing his lips against your cheek “Oh, I planned on it, Princess.. Just getting you used to my fat cock” he purred.

It was after that when he reared back again and started to thrust at a fairly rough, rhythmic pace, causing your fast to twist in a pleasure you had never felt before. It was like his cock was perfectly made for your dripping sex. Long strings of mewls would escape you as the male laid claim to your pussy, his grunts and growls filling the room. At this point, you didn’t even care if Kirishima walked in on you two, you just wanted him to keep going, to fill you to the brim with his hot and sticky cum.

“You’re fucking mine now, do you hear me?.. Fuck I’m never giving up this tigh tlittle pussy to anyone” he growled, his hand wrapping lightly around your neck. Your breathing would hitch and you would stare up at him with wide eyes, the pleasure fogging any logical thought you had “Ye..s.. I’m yours, Katsuki..” you’d moan out, which caused his cock inside of you to twitch violently “That’s right, Princess.. You know who your man is now.. No more thinking about Red fucking Riot.. You’re all mine”he hummed, leaning down to bite onto your neck, which caused your walls to squeeze the life out of his cock. 

Letting your head fall to the side, you would let him mark you up as he pounded that G-Spot with incredible force. releasing your flesh he would lick up your neck slowly and let out a grunt “You better tell me now, Princess.. Can I fill up that slutty little pussy or do you want me to pull out” he huffed, slowing his thrusts only slightly “N-No! .. Don’t pull out.. I want you to fill me up, Katsuki..” you moaned out quietly. 

It must have been what he wanted to hear because his thrusts became rough again, no specific pattern or rhythm, he was all over the place and it was fucking amazing. “Get ready, Princess.. I want you to feel how badly I’ve been thinking about you, and I want to feel that cunt cum all over my cock” he growled, sitting up a bit and letting his head fall back. 

All it took was three more hard thrusts and his load was pooling out inside of your needy hole, coating the walls and making you feel warm. That was what did it for you, as you milked him, your hole would clench around him and an orgasm would rip through your body, sending jolts of white hot pleasure from head to toe. 

He would be careful of your leg, but his body was soon pressed against yours as he attempted to catch his breath “The.. party, you’re going as my date” he gruffed, which caused you to blush. As you slowly came down from your high, you would glance at the male who was staring you dead in the eye “I mean it, Y/N.. I want to take you as my date, show you off as my woman” he breathed, moving some strands of hair from your face.

At first you couldn’t answer, there was a pit in your throat stopping you to do so. Idly nodding, he would press a kiss to your cheek “I promise I’ll make it fun, after all you owned up to being a bitch so consider it a thanks for that” he snorted before pushing himself off of you and pulling up his hands. 

Carefully helping you up, he would make sure to carefully put your clothes back on for you so you didn’t hurt your leg.

“I’m taking you back to your house to get dressed and showered, okay?” he said grabbing a tank that was hanging off of his couch.

“If you’re going to a party with me, we gotta make sure you’re the sexiest thing there” he said with a dark smirk. 

You had no idea how it escalated this far, and you know you should run now .. But the man you thought you hated was slowly becoming your favorite person, he was different behind closed doors and you were more than glad that you gave it another shot. 

[[WIll do a Part Two if you guys wanna see the party part ;P ]

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[knyenthusiast]

Kimetsu no yaiba as a

k-drama

Lowkey inspired by boys over flowers, literally everyone x reader,, just introducing the characters roles if they were in the k-drama. Probably gonna do more with this au plot ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I feel like this isn’t a kdrama based au but a WATTPAD GENUINE GUIDE STORY,,

You know those types of dramas where every boy or girl story x you, and you either get bullied or maybe loved, popular etc, am trying to do that

I’ll be using girl pronouns because,, gender neutral pronouns is a bit hard in this one, sorry 😔!!!

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Tanjiro : would be the first kid that pops up to you when you first entered the school, since you just moved in the school. He would introduce himself and show you around the school, the teacher doesn’t mind him skipping class because he’s the goody two shoes of the school, you weren’t really surprised by the fact that he is, he radiates soft boy energy. Oh yeet surprise surprise, you’re in the same class as him, he might actually have to tutor you, he would actually voluntarily ask

“Would you like me to help ?”

You might sometimes borrow his homework if you forgot to go yours, hehe. He wouldn’t let you but you were too cute so,,,

He has a girl, who follows him around and you asked him who she is oh!?

Nezuko: , loves you so much, treats you as a little sibling no matter the age, she lowkey wants to be dominant for once. Takes really good care of you, i feel as if she would bake cookies for you or like buy you snacks and banana korean milk and gives it to you every morning, so you can have more energy for the day, gay for you but doesn’t show it much,

If you were into kpop, I’m pretty sure she would be neutral with you screaming to your kpop husbands but she also secretly tries to learn your kpop husbands just so she could scream with you and talk to you more but is still a confused baby,,,and tanjiro would just look at you, conFusiOn intensifies,

This is where zenitsu pops up: and is literally the woman magnet,

“TANJIRO YOU HAD A CHIC ALL ALONG?!”

He was so eager, and screamed, the classmates doesn’t even bother looking, since it’s the usual, but since there was you involved, loOks his way. He’s that one sad kid who wants a lover but never gets one because people think he’s a loud sad cry baby, he’s close to tanjiro because tanjiro was the only one who accepted his obnoxious ass. He quickly tries to make a move on you after you breathed. He tries to look cool infront of the ladies, thinks he’s a pro with the chics, but isn’t.

“Did you know that I’m the hall monitor ?”

Tries to impress you and fails because tanjiro kept on spitting the truth about him to you and zenitsu quickly screams at him and tells him to shut up.

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Class has started !

The teacher had told you to introduce yourself in front of the class and suddenly...

B A M

door opens, another flower boy slams opens the door , toast in the mouth. Clothes, belongings and hair messy, casually walks to his seat, doesn’t care that the teacher is scolding him, he does as he wants

Inosuke : opens his top buttons a bit to show that he ain’t no girlie, has a very pretty face, secretly a softie, causes trouble, lowkey bullies tanjiro but not too harsh on him, apart of tanjiros friend group, feral loud baby, ain’t that smart so at one point you had to tutor him. Really likes the idea of teasing,

Inosuke : causes trouble

Tanjiro : gets him out of trouble

Would be that one person who gives out bad advice,

Craves for your compliments, he tries to do everything better than you but fails, tries to blackmail you to praise him, very competitive, but I swear he is a supportive friend, he just....

Doesn’t look like it.

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Pretty girl has appeared and greeted you!

Kanao : everyone loves her, she isn’t mean. The calm one of the class and the smart A+ student and says that 97 as a score is still not good enough. Somewhat passive aggressive, always a smile on her face, she just suddenly sticks herself to you because she’s concerned, you were already glued to 3 guys,,,, and the one girl,,, your somewhat trustable girlfriend.

Would always scold you, she’s just so concerned for your well being,

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You were walking down the hallway till

Oh no!

You saw a crowd and In the middle was a fight between to very tall men and they were both covered with scars !

The shinazugawa bros :

Genya : after you saw him fighting who you thought was a bully but was actually his brother, you tried to help him but he kept on pushing you away because, he doesn’t want a girl knowing his problems, he’s usually alone. It’s not like he hates girls no no no, he’s very shy. Doing his stuff alone, everyone fears him, but not as much as they fear his brother. A bit of neutral with the classmates but they still somewhat fear him.

You were suddenly paired with him for a project so you knew you had to get close to him somehow, he told you that he would do all the stuff for the project and told you to leave him alone but you kept on following him around, tanjiro warned you about him that he was scared he might attack you or something, zenitsu being the protective boy he is told you to s t o p, cried rivers of tears, but you told them you had this all under control,

In the end you two bonded and became good friends

+ 1 genya to tanjiros friend group. He now hangs out with you guys,

Sanemi : OH BOI, R U D E, doesn’t care if everyone can see his bara bara tiddies, even the teachers were scared of him, like damn he looked menacing, especially with his scars,

Apart of this outside of school gang,,,,

You wanted to confront him about the genya problem and he should’ve taken better care of his brother, so you went up to him and his friend, probably his only friend rengoku,,, and he was like

“Go away, pimp”

Really dislikes you at first, he might actually be a bully to you, because you annoyed him so much, but you guys might fall in love suddenly like, BAM. Yes this is what usually happens, the bully might actually fall in love with the one he bullies as obnoxious as it sounds. :x,

Everyone’s worried for you because, a GORL going up to THE SHINAZUGAWA BARA TIDDIES SANEMI Like WOAH,,, everyone warned you like, even your classmates,,,

Rengoku : has a pack of girls making a fan club for him, he’s a very popular guy indeed

“You can’t touch rengoku oppa 😩🤬”

But he just sticks himself to you so his fan girls won’t touch you and hurt you, he is Genuinely a nice guy, wants to help as much as he can as a senior, Since he’s sanemis only best friend, he would always say sorry to you if sanemi has hurted you by any chance, says sorry for his behalf, honestly... trusts you with ‘tanjirou my boy’.He’s really neutral with anything but he’s very protective over sanemi,

Come and question me but I ship sanemi and rengoku. Come fight me.

He Has a little brother, and talks about all his little brothers achievement because he loves his brother, you two would go to the park and have hangouts a lot, he’s apart of the baseball club :,^). Shines like the sun, you gave him a sunflower once and he cherished it because it was from s/o and he loves you.

Himejima : would also most likely be around sanemi and rengoku, hehh, the three make a great team, himejima is probably busy doing student council activities since he is the leader/head, he has great leadership things and always corrects zenitsu on doing his hall monitoring job correctly, but he hangs out with his friends as well, people kind of question on why he’s friends with sanemi, since bad guy and good guy, doesn’t make any sense, but himejima can be a gangsta as well, he sometimes helps sanemi bail out of class,

Gangsta🤙

Y’all gangsta till himejima finally snaps and gets his portable axe out of his backpack, people count him as the most chillest head student council ever, because the previous ones were way strict than him, but I swear he gets things done as well!, passive aggressive way, says things nicely but what he’s saying is demanding, also apart of the baseball team and basketball!, you see him a lot there and he looks hot there 😳, he smiles when he senses you around him, don’t underestimate him,

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There’s this one girl with this devious smile plastered on her face,, I wonder who she is?

Shinobu : best girl, everhone has this weird senior relationship with her, since sometimes we all can get along well but when she serious and angry, you don’t miss with her, just because she small, don’t mean she has no power,

She the chief student council, don’t mess with her,

Teases you a lot because you surrounded by the oppars, and the hotties, passive aggressive aswell, especially with that smile of her, sometimes unpredictable, but she tries to be close to giyuu?, wonder who that is, teases him but he doesn’t really care, some of his fan club hates her and some loves her, but giyuu and shinobu sometimes make a good team and she watches over you well even tho it doesn’t look like it since she teases you a lot

A bigger crowd has emerged, ! What’s that ? A guy in the middle???? Has a spikey pony tail?? Hmmm???

Giyuu : really awkward, but is smart boy, he doesn’t really know what’s going on around him, but he actually has a bigger fangirl base than rengoku’s,

Girls swoon over him, crave for his attention, Lucky you, he had interest for you but didn’t show it much, how did you know him?, he helped you pick up your fallen books in the library, and first love music intensifies *

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let me think of a kpop song, OH WAIT

Park kyung - inferiority complex

Day6 - when you love someone

STAN DAY 6 OMG PMENALFLAJGLOQ,; have y’all heard of time of our life by day6 like uhM BITJ SNAPPED, ok continue. I’m a jyp Stan so like 🤭

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he played hard to get, so you went to him and asked him stuff while he ignores you but actually enjoys the time together, you follow him around with Tanjiro because Tanjiro also wants to know him better,

You’d visit him every morning, and share to him nezukos banana milk that she gives you every morning :,^),,,, jkjkjj you bought your own banana milk and gave it to him, but he looked as if he doesn’t care but he secretly drinks it.

Sabaito: big BABY, acts like the maknae *young kid* but is actually the most experienced, I feel as if he would be a perfectionist but no one would really notice it ?, the only one who could get giyuu to smile, knows everything about giyuu, the number one ship from both fanclubs,

Whose both?

Sabito and giyuuus fanclub OF COURSE!,

Would be that one ghost kid, sometimes mysterious, sometimes eaves drops, sometimes competitive, but he just wants the best for the earth and lead a better generation, leadership type of guy, if there were to be a senior x junior event, the teachers would most likely pair him with you since, there’s a lot to be learnt from him,

Would be asked to tutor you, very popular among the moms,

‘Have you heard about all of sabitos achievements?’

‘Must be so lucky to have him as a son!’

Your mom would lowkey ship you with him, and ask him to tutor you more,

Every mom would approve of him

Y’all thought he big brain but he medium sized baby, giyuu would most likely be found around him, you see sabito? There has to always be giyuu, or else there would be something wrong, he sometimes quirky, and tries to speak slang, but that just breaks his character,

Fan service with giyuu, and he would always make the first move, looks out for giyuu and you aswell,

But he trusts tanjiro to do that, but sometimes don’t trust him aswell,

The two would always be found in food areas, such as the tempura shop near school, and food fairs,

Sabito has an Instagram about food but never posts his face, typical,

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Since giyuu was a tease he told every girl in his fan club he’d date the girl who gets his Rolex watch from the scary cat near the school area, damn giyuu with cla$$

You went searching for the cat, you knew it was dangerous but you tried to go to the cat anyways and now you were full of the cats scratches, :(

You were so exhausted that you laid down under a tree. You didn’t know there was a boy next to you. He had long black hair with blue tips at the end of his hair...

Muichiro : he really likes cloud gazing, his special spot is the tree you just found while searching for the nasty cat. He Is actually close to tanjiro but he doesn’t hang out with him much because his friend group was too loud, he easily dozed off but tries his best to listen to you.

At first your relationship with him was just a quiet atmosphere but that changed till you got to know him better,,, so here you are cloud gazing with him, and he just tells you random things with his soft voice, he’s very mysterious, more mysterious than giyuu actually... he likes sleeping in class so whenever you go to his class for recess, you have to wake him up, and let me just tell you that he looks CUTE, he skipped a few grades because he was just too smart...

While cloud gazing, two people were screaming muichiros name??? Who could they be ???

Mitsuri : really concerned for muichiro, really loud and energetic, the nicest purest girl you met, the whole school loves her, gymnastic club, real flexible, dancer baby, but more to ballet because she’s elegant, lots of guys ask her out but she’s kind of taken by y’all know who... she was searching for muichiro because she was worried about him, he didn’t look well that day and the school nurse told her to give him some pills... so here she was searching for him. Really determined to find him.

You didn’t know muichiro was sick because he always looked pale, but today he sounded off, so here you are with mitsuri, trying to make muichiro eat his pills and feeding him before he gets his pills, since it was recess, he was really shy because you were feeding him, he internally passed out, this was probably your first time seeing him this shy around you, but since you thicc as a brick and you didn’t get any hints yet, you thought he was just very sick.

A cold atmosphere had emerged, whose giving off this aura?

IGURO: really cold, protective over his gf, deals with the bs around mitsuri since mitsuri is lowkey like a child, he’s a bit neutral towards you, and muichiro, yoU four look like a happy family,

The first time you two met, uhm- he was really cold and gave you a glare, but since mitsuri had literally glued herself to you, he had no choice but to spare you and muichiro was close to you as well!, you two are at a neutral bond stage, you can get a long, sometimes can figt as well, he slick as f,

Sometimes appear at times you don’t want him to appear, eavesdropping at its finest, lowkey claimed himself as your protective brother from another mother.

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And your day is always full of randomness when you’re with them, they very precious beans and they all love you and would figt for your love

[bakuboii-i]

💥Te quiero - Bakugo x reader💥

Plot: Spanish speaking girl speaks words that Bakugo doesn’t understand and infuriates him until he gets her to tell him what she said.

Tw: F L U F F

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Of course I’m the new, weird transfer student from America—New Mexico specifically. Why am I here you might ask? I’ll tell you. My parents are pro-hero’s from America, simply put, Japan needed more pros with the rise of villains so my family came here. Now here I am. Sitting in a class of U.A surrounded my strangers.

I sat at an empty desk, one of my palms with my chin in it, my other hands fingers occupied by a twirling pencil, “Esto apesta. (This sucks.)” A long sigh left my lips, I then noticed that I seemed to have blowed the boys hair who sat in front of me.

He quickly turned around and scowled at me, “Who the hell are you?” I took a few seconds to process what he said—You see, I’m only slightly fluent in Japanese. It’s a work in progress—. I scratched my nose before replying, “I’m (f/n) (l/n). I’m from New Mexico.” The boys eyebrow twitched before he bolted up from his chair, causing it to make a disgusting noise. “I’m Katsuki Bakugo. But listen here you shit.”—his hand slammed into my desk, making mini explosions under his palm—“don’t even try to think you’re better than me. Because you’re not. Nobody is. Got that?”

I stared at his crimson eyes before busting out in laughter, making me drop my pencil and cover my mouth with one hand and hold my stomach with the other. I could FEEL the heat radiating off the boy. I looked back up at him through tears, ���Qué lindo eres! (You’re so cute!)” his eyebrow twitched as I spoke.

“What the hell are you saying?! Huh?!” The boy fumed, twitching his hands, I was coming down from my laughing high as a boy with glasses and funny eyebrows walked up. “I do believe she just called you... cute.” He looked down at me.

“¿Saben español? (Do you know Spanish?)” I tilted my head, hopeful to have a conversation I’m comfortable with.

The boy lifted up his glasses with a tense, straight arm, “Un poco. mi nombre es Tenya Iida. (A little bit. My name is Tenya Iida.)” He bowed to me.

I smiled. “Mi nombre es (f/n) (l/n). Mucho gusto! (My name is (f/n) (l/n). Pleased to meet you!)” I gave a warm smile as the stiff boy gave me a wave and walked off to his seat. I giggled as my gaze returned to the ash headed boy whose face was now flushed red.

“Why the hell did you call me cute?” He quickly sat down, lowering his tone. I laid my elbows on the desk and interlocked my fingers, resting my chin on them for comfort before smirking at him. “Because you are. You think you’re so strong.” His eye twitched at me.

“I don’t THINK I am. I KNOW.” All I could do is nod and laugh.

-A few weeks later-

It’s a Friday and I’m cooped at home, bored out of my mind. I decided to head out for a bit, maybe see if Uraraka could hang out with me. I threw on my (f/c) hoodie and some distressed jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror before throwing my (h/c) hair into a high pony. It made me look C U T E. I stood up and admired myself for a few seconds before grabbing my phone and heading downstairs.

“Hola mamá! ¡Me voy un rato! (Hey mom! I’m heading out for a bit!)” I sat on our stairs, throwing on my shoes. “¡Bien! estar a salvo! (Alright! Be safe!)” I nodded to my mother as I ran out the door, closing it behind me. I pulled out my phone and messaged Uraraka.

“hey Uraraka. can you hang out today?” :Me

I walked along the sidewalk, staring at my phone for a reply.

Uraraka: “No. Not today. I’m sorry (l/n)!”

I sighed at my phone before typing a reply.

“its alright. no sweat :)” :Me

I walked quietly along the road, looking at my surroundings. School has me so busy, I haven’t been able to really look around. I thought to myself. I saw an arcade and decided to look around. Once inside there were lights everywhere, along with a spikey red-headed boy. I gasped and ran to him. “KIRISHIMA?!” He quickly turned towards me before giving a big toothy smile. “Y/n?! Wow crazy seeing you here!” I quickly wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He laughed and patted my back before letting go.

“What are you doing here anyway? I didn’t peg you as the type to play arcade games.” I huffed at Kirishima’s sentence before pouting and shoving my nose into the air, crossing my arms. “I’ll have you know I’m awesome at arcade games.”

He chuckled before patting my shoulder. “Sure. Sure. Sorry for offending you.”

I started to laugh with him before I heard a familiar grunt followed by an angry voice, “Why is that loser here Kirishima?” I turned to see Bakugo as I felt my cheeks flush, I quickly looked at Kirishima who smirked at me. I had a small crush on the spikey blonde. Despite his constant attitude, I’ve grown to see his real self.

I walked up and gave the angery boy a hug, “Nice to see you too, Bakugo~” I buried my face into his chest, as if his warmth were keeping me alive. I hugged him often but he had never hugged back. I felt him huff.

“What the hell ever. Get off of me (y/n).” I looked up at him with a pout, “but Bakugo~ Te quiero tanto~” I felt my cheeks flush at my sudden confession, though he wouldn’t have known. I quickly turned my head to Kirishima who was staring with wide eyes.

“What? What the fuck did she say shitty hair?” Bakugo spoke up, pushing me off of him. I quickly shook my head at Kirishima. The red headed boy put his hands up in defense, “I dunno man. Ask her. I’m uh... gonna go. See you guys Monday!” And with that he ran out, leaving me and Bakugo alone.

“What the hell? What did you say dammit?!” Bakugo quickly turned to me, his hands clenched in anger with some irk marks forming on his forehead. I felt my face turn red before putting my face in my hands. “It was an accident...”

I could feel him radiating heat. “I don’t care if it was or wasn’t. What did you say?.” He took a step closer to me. I peaked at him through my fingers before shaking my head quickly. He took another step and now was very close, I could feel his breath on the back of my hands. “Tell me (y/n.).”

My breath hitched at the proximity. I quickly looked at my surroundings before pointing to a game. “B-beat me at that and I’ll tell you...” Honestly, I don’t know what I pointed to or how to play. I just wanted out of the situation.

“You want to try to take me on at Taiko no Tatsujin? Seriously? Prepare to get your ass kicked.” He walked to the arcade machine before putting coins in. We both stood at our respective drum. I watched as he grabbed the drum sticks and held them in his hands.

I grabbed my own and noticed I was shaking. I was stupid anxious. Maybe because I was a dumbass and let a confession slip? Or because I chose a game I didn’t know or how to play? Either way. I hated it.

Bakugo and I started playing the game after reading the instructions. I wasn’t hard until we sped up. Bakugo and I were doing well until my hand cramped and I missed a point, instantly making me lose. Bakugo threw his arms up—and drum sticks—in triumph. “HA! I WON!” He turned to me, holding a stick to my face. “Now. Tell me what you said.”

I felt my face flush again. “U-um...” I quickly put the drum sticks back in the holder that they were in before I poked my fingers together. Bakugo growled in annoyance before walking to me and putting his hand on the drum behind me, causing me to lean back slightly to avoid being face-to-face with him. “That I um...” My face was burning red. I knew it and he took notice too, because it caused him to raise an eyebrow. “You what (y/n)? Spit it out already!” He snapped, getting closer to my face. I finally exploded under pressure.

“That I love you! That’s what I said! Okay?! I didn’t mean to and I know you don’t feel the same! It’s irrelevant.” I looked away with tears poking the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision. It was silent for a few moments, I could see in my peripheral that he was shocked, this caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and wish to disappear.

I felt calloused and rough hands grab my chin and turn it towards his face, causing me to open my eyes. I was met with Bakugo’s gaze, filled with something I’ve never seen before. “I don’t know if I could say I love you.”—my heart sank—“but. I like you. A lot. And if there’s someone I could love... I’d... um... want it to be you.” Bakugo’s normal anger was gone and he was blushing. BLUSHING.

A smile lit up on my face, “Really?” He gave me a soft smile, “Really.” I giggled and hugged him, still not expecting anything back. I jumped slightly at his strong arms wrapping around me. I moved my arms and wrapped them around his neck, “Te quiero tanto... Bakugo...” He stared at me for a moment, before placing his hand on my jaw. “Shut the fuck up.” And with that, he silenced me with a kiss.

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((I’m so sorry this sucks ahhh))

[iobottle]

atissi

replied to your post

“it kinda makes me sad when artists giving out tutorials on character...”

oh could you talk more about this? :o

ABSOLUTELY thank u for enabling me to go off about designs i love this shit this may get a bit long so its going under a readmore (sorry if ur on mobile i hope it works)

gonna start this off with im no expert Nor have i taken any sort of official art class this is me just analyzing characters from what i found that makes them memorable to ppl (most of these examples are going to be from games sorry i got them on my mind)

ok so basically making a memorable revolves around personality and appearance now theres different ways to go about showing these things and i think from consuming media you like will help narrow down how you wanna go about it, basically thinking about your character inside and out!

SO shapes and hyperstylization is a good way to get a fun appearance across in a cartoon esp media and is often what a lot of artists stress on an example of using shapes and a good silhouette to make a memorable character is sonic!(specifically comic sonic)

(had to google idw sonic for a non...u know image)

but not only do they use lots of triangles for this hedgehog they also made him blue! you’d be more likely to remember a blue headgehog over a realistically colored one!(also almost all of the sonic characters have a combination of fun shape + unusual color to help you remember them! the designs werent afraid to use color to make a bold statement)(he’s also segas mascot so of course they put a lot of work in his design)

now sonics appearance is not the only reason why people like him or remember him so much he’s also got personality! he’s cocky, fast, always getting into trouble, “you’re too slow!”, accompanied by shitty butt rock and a cool guy persona ie he’s got personality! and they weren’t afraid to give him some weird interests(see the butt rock) and he’s not perfect( see arrogance) if youve ever played a sonic game you have almost always remembered the crush 40 theme that went with it

all in all to go with his unusual appearance he’s got some unusual traits! it helps make him believable! admittedly he’s not the most embarrassing of the sonic crew (see knuckles or shadow) but he’s definitely rounded and not boring from an objective standpoint(you can not like sonic or his games i dont care)

(another example of something that requires good shapes is pokemon altho they arent really like very depthy since there are 600+ and some only have like a pokedex entry worth of info but still they have good and memorable designs)

NOW something that doesnt have the most “good shapes” design off the top of my head is link

now in the most recent zelda game his most memoriable physical attribute is that he’s on the androgynous side w his longer hair and smaller build but in his older designs he looked something like this

(art for a loz:link to the past)

not really that much of a striking silhouette, but what do we look at and kinda leaves an impression on us? his hair and hat! its very silly to see someone in such a big green hat with that big of bangs/mullet, the hat at least became so ridiculous of a look that in botw nintendo didnt include his hat in links main outfit bc it was too hard to make look good, its silly! thats good! its fine to have a normal human looking characters because sometimes stories are about humans, but if you want us to remember them include something that will strike us as strange for them

also probably a good thing to note is the noises link makes when he swings his sword, jumps, pushes something, ie any action they have always been something that has stuck with me

(another example similar to this is in mgs solid snake in mgs is this cool super spy but is rocking a full on mullet which is considered a joke hairstyle. this leaves an impression on us. a spy with a mullet! how ridiculous! another example is raiden who was specifically made bc a woman wrote that she didnt want to play as an “old man” so the protagonist of the super spy game is a longer haired pretty boy (with a huge ass))

now ive explained a little on a character with good shapes and personality and a character with a more “boring” shape design that makes up for it with almost quirky design choices but i feel like theres another series thats what originally got me thinking about how even a memorable silhouette doesnt need hyperstylization

ace attorney! (which is out on switch now if u havent played it i would def recommend it)

if you dont know the protagonist is the guy in the blue suit(phoenix), which well he looks like just a guy...with ridiculously spikey hair enough so that in his silhouette you can recognize him but also his posture (the pointing) makes for a sticking recognizable image bc if you’ve played the games you can practically hear objection just from looking at phoenix’s silhouette

which is another thing id like to talk about! not only are a good shape a way to have a good silhouette but posture is also important! how the character holds themselves can say alot about them just from a glance! such as meekness, arrogance, confidence, sadness, anger, happiness its a very important too especially when you arent relying on stylization

now onto the characters of ace attorney ive gone over phoenix's design a bit but theres a few others id like to look at with some Weird style choices that make us remember them(just going to glance over them since this post is so long)

now, this woman, franziska von karma, she dresses kind of strange for a prosecutor but her outfit is not too out there and her silhouette is not striking

but you see that whip? remember how i said she was a prosecutor? yeah she will strike people in court for getting off topic and will even hit phoenix when he starts breaking down her witnesses testimonies, which what literally strikes up about her

another prosecutor, godot, now his hair could provide a somewhat memorable shape but what we first notice is the strange mask on his face which is weird, but not the Same weird as franziska bringing a whip to court thus having both of these prosecutors being Weirdly memorable for different things (another note is his liking of coffee that he does not give up even in court ha ha)

now onto the other protag for the aa games

apollo! who also has weirdly spikey hair, but even if you put a silhouette of him next to phoenix you could tell there some was a difference between the two! its showing a pattern with the protags while also keeping them distinct enough to be able to tell who is who! although you cant say the pointy haired guy from ace attorney and not get just One answer unlike saying the prosecutor who has a whip but still they are distinct to people who have little experience with the series

sorry i dont have any sort of conclusion on this this was just sort of me rambling on about character design, but my main point is if you are discouraged bc all your characters dont have wildly different silhouettes thats ok! there are other ways to establish a good memorable character! dont be afraid to make them a little weird! give your character pink hair in a medieval setting, have them be ridiculously in love with tigers they have a striped shirt and pants, let them love childrens tv shows and have them never miss an episode, give them wacky hair or an extreme love of gum, show us some personality!! but dont forget about how they act and their values and dont forget that posture can go a long way for establishing a first impression

there are also many other methods to making a good character! like colors and dress!

silly is the way to go! have fun with it!!

there isnt just one way to make a good character!! theres plenty of more series that have good character design that i didnt mention pay attention to why you like the characters you like! also watch this video bc its really good