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shutit-haha · 1 year ago

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Kit-Kat | a baby Bakugo/reader

I know it's been done a thousand times before but I needed something meaningful and self indulgent. Sorry if this is a little OOC for him I'm trying to work out where exactly the line is when it comes to emotionally constipated five year olds.

You were exhausted when you had arrived at your shared apartment. It wasn't anything grand or luxurious, just some place you stayed with your boyfriend occasionally. (If the two of you were ever so lucky to be home at the same time.) Katsuki was hustling to become a hero and with the media having their eyes trained on him from high school he had to be mindful of the steps he took. Then there was you, trying your hardest to get to where you wanted to go in life. Slaving while you waited for him to start his own business. Once Katsuki's company was open you'd work with him in a partnership and all would be as it should.

Until then you entered your apartment with sagging tear drop shoulders. You hadn’t slept properly in two days and had ended up working overtime today despite having planned on leaving early. No matter, you were here now and if you were lucky perhaps Katsuki would be too. So with heavy limbs of lead you shut the door behind you and hung up your jacket. Spring was supposed to be arriving within a week's time however the winter chill was holding on for dear life.

When you bent down to slip off your shoes you noticed the living room light was on. It spilled into the mudhall where you were bent over your feet. Without a second spared you were bouncing off into the living room to greet your boyfriend whom you had only seen in passing lately. By the time he came home you were already climbing into bed. Each and every night you’d promise to wait for him to finish his shower and each and every night you’d fall asleep before he was out. Due to his late shifts you found yourself waking up earlier than him, something that was certainly odd for the two of you. By the time he would wake to start his day you were already long gone, your only trace a post-it left on your pillow.

He’d never tell you, but he loved how you kissed it as a sign off. Your perfume would always stay behind on the colorful paper right where you left a stain of puckered lips. Your heart ached for him and he had been dying to see that lipstick on some skin instead of just paper.

“Katsuki!” You shouted from where you stood at the end of the entry hall and the beginning of the living room. “Katsuki,” you called again. The kitchen was to the left of you a space far too small for your burly boyfriend and fully stocked with kitchen ware. You had decided to buy the cheap stuff in the meantime, glad you did since the two of you rarely ever used any of it. There was no dining room.

The living room laid right in front of your disappointed gaze. A low coffee table situated in front of the T.V and a single sofa that could sit three. The back of the sofa faced the kitchen where Kaminari was rifling through your cabinets in search of snacks. Mina bounced a baby on her lap, shushing and cooing at it in an attempt to keep it from wailing. Kirishima and Sero were debating on the best way to calm the baby down while a children’s show played in the background.

Their heads all swiveled to look at you, including the pale baby boy’s. Kaminari looked as though he had been caught, Kirishima and Mina seemed worried and Sero…smug for some odd reason. “Right feeding a baby is better than distracting it,” Sero placed his hands on his hips.

“Yeah,” you nodded absentmindedly. “Is Katsuki here?” You tried to listen for the sound of your bathroom shower, or maybe some kind of movement in your bedroom. No matter how hard you strained though it was obvious he wasn’t here. “Does he know you’re here,” a follow up question.

“Technically,” Mina spoke up.

“Found them,” Kaminari shouted from the kitchen bag of chips in hand. “I knew I left a family size here last time.”

“Get out of the way,” Sero shoved him to reach the fridge. Mina’s fluorescent eyes darted to look at Kirishima who seemed to be sweating bullets.

“Ok guys, there’s no way you can just stay in my house and keep secrets from me. Especially when they’re about my boyfriend so…”

“Well you know how he is, he gets into fights with people and-” Mina was the first to reply.

“That guy was looking for it though. He was being rude and then he wussed out when Bakugo stepped up.” Sero added from where he was cooking something in your kitchen.

“Like they said the guy was messing with him and then he got scared, and his quirk malfunctioned.” Kirishima continued, hands up to calm you.

“Who’s quirk malfunctioned?” You were worried now and this story was taking too long.

“The guy’s,” they all replied. All except for Kaminari who was stuffing chips down his throat and surfing channels. The baby on Mina’s lap had started fighting with the blonde over the remote.

“And well,” Mina said as she tried to keep hold of the baby.

“He kind of,” that was Kirishima speaking to you gently. The red head was walking on eggshells here and you really didn’t understand why.

“Where is my boyfriend?” You stalked further into the room, growing hostile with your tone.

“Bakugo man, just give me the remote!” Kaminari shouted at the baby trying his best to tug the control out of the baby’s pudgy hands. Your head whipped around to take in the baby’s blonde spiky hair, something you hadn’t paid any attention to at first. It seemed softer than it was supposed to be, less spikey and more curly. Instead of the ends shooting straight out they curved a little, giving his hair a bounce to it.

“I can track the guy down for you,” Kirishima spoke quickly. Sero snorted from where he was now hunched over a pot.

“Kami you idiot,” Mina screeched at the other blonde yanking the remote from his hands. You sunk down into the floor, slumping against the wall and laughing. What the hell were you gonna do with a child? You didn't even want kids right now, you still had work. Were you supposed to take a day off? Do you pay for daycare? Do you have money for that? Does his boss know?

“You broke them,” Kaminari shouted from the couch.

“I’m not broken,” you reached a hand up to wave it at him. “How old is he now,” you asked Kirishima.

“Five-ish.”

“Does he have his quirk?”

“No.”

You winced, taking a sharp breath in through your teeth. This sounded like some hellish nightmare for your boyfriend. He’s small and helpless, no quirk and no muscle. “Does his job know?”

“They’ve been notified.”

“Great,” you sighed, getting back up from the floor. You made your way back into the entry hall so that you could take off your shoes and slide on your slippers. With a heavy head you walked back over to the living room.

“I wanna buy him clothes,” Mina chirped, still bouncing him on her lap. He had those angry red eyes and what was supposed to be a scowl only looked like a pout on that face.

“That won’t be necessary, he'll be back soon.” You made your way straight for him, dragging your feet along the floor. You felt conflicted, just a moment ago you had wanted to spend time with your boyfriend and well here was your chance. Except that he was a child, one you had to care for and couldn’t just simply love. You couldn’t lay on him like you wanted to, sinking into his warmth.

“Well..” Mina handed him to you.

“We’re not sure, it's a quirk malfunction so it could last for more than 24 hours.” Kirishima sat on the armrest unable to find space on the crowded couch.

“Days?” You asked, staring down at Katsuki, his little red eyes stared at you in awe though he still tried to look mean.

“Could be a month,” Kaminari shrugged, shoving more chips into his mouth. Mina shoved him off the sofa and onto the floor, Kirishima was quick to take the now open spot.

“We’re all gonna stay with you tonight,” Mina quickly assured you.

“Yeah,” Sero added in agreement. He was going through your lower cabinets now in search of you weren’t sure what. You looked sound at your friends, they were amazing people. And you wanted them to stay truly, you just weren’t sure how they were all going to fit. Your sofa could fit two people if they really squished together. And well your apartment had never had to fit more guests than that.

Sometimes Kaminari gets wasted at a bar and Sero will have to go and pick him up. Somehow your apartment ends up being closer to them and in they come stumbling late in the night to Katsuki’s dismay. They’ll fall onto the sofa where you’ll find them sleeping in the morning. Sometimes you and Bakugo will go out to events with Kiri and Mina, and the four of you will wind up back here. They always end up giggling away on your couch while you and Katsuki collapse onto your mattress cracking jokes with one another.

You’ve never had the whole gang stay the night and staring at your small apartment you weren’t sure how it was going to work. “Mina can share the bed with me and Katsuki, or maybe we can go and buy an air mattress?”

The boys all stared at each other realizing only one of them would get the couch. “Air mattress,” they spoke in unison, already feeling the back pain.

“Ok,” you laugh and Katsuki’s heart hurts. He whimpers looking down at your pants. “You ok?” His big eyes glare at you before looking away, pink dusting his cheeks. You smile at him softly, taking it as him just being flustered. “You think he still remembers me?”

The room was silent. Sero kept on with his cooking, various spices open on your counter and a cutting board with nothing to cut. He made a face at that, opening your fridge to go through it for what was now the third time. Kaminari seemed to have finally found a channel on the t.v and sat down comfortably on the floor. Kirishima and Mina exchanged a look while you waited for an answer.

“Maybe,” Mina watches your face carefully.

“We hope but aren’t entirely sure,” Kiri then added.

“Oh,” you exhaled deeply, “ok.” You leaned forward then nuzzling the skin behind Katsuki’s ear with your nose. His hair was soft though very dry, and his skin was nice and warm. “It’s ok if you forget me,” you whisper to him softly. “I know you’ll remember me later,” you kiss his cheek before pulling away. “You all ready to go to the store, I need to get some sort of clothes for him and I think Sero is struggling to find food.”

“Already made a list,” he replied from where he was still scribbling on the counter.

“Alright then Katsu baby, ‘you ready to go?” You lifted him up into the air trying to get at least a smile from him, but to no avail. His arms were crossed over his chest, lip jutting out in a pout, eyebrows pulled down in a nasty little glare. “You’re gonna like me,” you place him on your hip. “I know you will. Did it once I can do it again,” you walked with him back into the hall.

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“These are cute,” Mina held up a powder pink shirt.

“Uhh,’ you eyed little Katsuki.

“I’ll pay for it,” she smiled brightly from behind the shirt.

“Put it in there,” you whispered to her. You tossed some black sweatpants in the kart, “we gotta get you some shoes little man.” You ruffled his hair, dodging the hand he swiped at you. “Come on little man,” you take his hand and lead him to where the shoes are. Of course he’s instantly drawn to the sneakers with heroes on them. You watch as his little eyes widen and then narrow to analyze the gym shoes. His attention bounces from shoe to shoe, comparing the colors and how the hero is displayed. Eventually he takes hold of two pairs; one with Allmight standing tall and another with him in the midst of a punch.

“One day I’m gonna have shoes of my own.”

“Yeah you will,” you smile at him.

He glares at you, still comparing the two shoes to one another. “I’m serious,” he sits on the floor to try them on.

“I am too. I know you’ll do it.”

At this point he has one shoe on each foot, rocking back and forth to get a feel of them.

“So which one’s the winner?” You’re amused by all this, he’s five and being far too precise.

“These are cooler,” he points to the one with Allmight punching. “These feel nicer though.” ‘Has good dialect too. Crazy how smart this guy is. “These,” he settles for the comfier shoes.

“Ok,” you nod. “You want another pair?”

His eyes sparkle, lips parting to speak before he suddenly reels himself back in. He scowls, shoving his shoes at you. “Yeah,” he then stomps off down another aisle.

“Ok,” you sigh, following him. “You know you’re bossy, and mean.”

He stops in front of a pair of combat boots, black ones similar to what he uses for his hero suit. “These,” he points, awe visible in his face.

You do your best to stifle your laughter trying not to embarrass him. The moment he realizes he’s making a cute face you know it’ll be gone so you keep quiet. You bend down to search for a box with his size written on it but are unable to find any. “Uhh,” now you gotta tell him. Great. You look again, maybe you just didn’t try hard enough the first time. “Baby,” you coo, still checking over all the boxes. “I don’t think they have it in your size.” You're kneeling down on one knee in search for these damn boots but can’t find any.

“What?” His mouth’s agape, eyes wide and glossy.

“These are big kid shoes, they don’t have any for you.”

His chest quickly rises and falls as he starts to breathe heavily, hands curling into little fist. You watch his features curl and fold into a deep scowl. Tears form in his eyes, welling up in his lash line while his cheeks go red. “But-”

“I know, I’m sorry.” And would you believe it, he cries. His bottom lip quivers while fat tears roll down his cheeks. His fist are curled so tightly you worry about his little hands. He hiccups and sniffles but doesn’t wail and bawl like other kids do. It’s silent, something you see but don’t exactly hear. “I know.” You pick him up, uncurling his fist as he wraps his arms tightly around your neck. He clings to you, clutching tightly while he sniffles and cries. “It’s ok baby, I’m sorry, I know you really wanted them. I’ll try and find you a pair ok?” You rub his back, rocking him back and forth.

He nods vigorously, still sniffling and hiccuping. Mina finds the two of you at the end of the aisle, Kirishima right behind her with the shopping kart. “Is he ok?” She whispers to you, approaching slowly. Katsuki clutches to you tighter, burying his face in your neck and hair.

“A little embarrassed I think,” you hand her the box holding his sneakers. “They didn’t have the other pair of shoes he wanted.”

“Oh you poor thing, I cry over shoes too.” Mina rubbed his back softly, laughing to you silently.

“Surprised he cried,” Kirishima said.

“Me too, I think he might just be tired. Or maybe missing home.” You followed them out the aisle and over to the self check-out.

“Missing home?”

“Yeah, maybe he knows he’s supposed to be big.”

Katsuki listened to your conversation carefully, face still covered by his hair. What you’re saying seemed right to him in a vague kind of way. He wasn’t sure that was what he felt but nothing else seemed to make sense. All the other feelings he knew didn’t fit how they were supposed to.

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“We bought clothes,” Mina sang, entering the apartment with bags in hand. She went straight into the living room, leaving the door open, and still wearing her shoes.

“I thought they were for Bakugou,” you heard Kaminari reply to her.

“They are,” she huffed.

You were the next to enter the apartment carrying a sleeping Bakugou in your arms. You sat him down on top of the wooden shoe rack, slipping off his sandals and putting them away. You then sat down next to him just as Kirishima came in through the door. The red head carried the groceries Sero had asked for and the air mattress your apartment so desperately needed. “Kami start moving the table!” Kirishima ordered, slamming the door behind him with his foot.

Bakugou jumped in his sleep and you placed him back on your lap. He rested his head on your breast while you rubbed his back soothingly. You waited a minute or two before sliding off your own shoes. You put your shoes back where they belonged, sliding on your slippers and then carrying Kastuki to the living room. Once again you found yourself stopping at the doorway.

The apartment felt so alive, Sero was cutting vegetables in the kitchen while the other boys worked together on moving your coffee table. Mina was pulling clothes out of the bag to show everybody and then folding it into a neat pile. She had offered to pay for the clothes and Kiri paid for everything else so you spent nothing. It warmed your heart to the point where you nearly wanted to cry. This was home, here with all these lovely people. “Here,” Mina handed you a pajama set.

“Wake him up so he can eat, I cooked something nice for him.” Sero smiled at you from where he was putting all of your spices back.

“Shower him,” Kiri said before yelling at Kaminari about scraping your floor.

“Will do,” you nodded and smiled at everyone heading off to the bathroom. The cutout that led to the bathroom was aligned with the hall to your entryway. The door to your left opened up to the restroom, the one opposite leading to your bedroom. You shut the door softly behind you, gently shaking Katsuki awake. “Gotta bathe you,” you speak softly to him.

The drowsy blonde sways where he stands in front of you on the cold bathroom tiles. His little fist comes up to rub at his eyes. “‘M hungry,” his stomach growls.

“You’ll eat right after this,” you tug off his pants slowly. Your nails graze his soft little thighs on accident and he winces. “I’m sorry,” you kiss where you scratched him.

“I like your nails,” his hand curls around your index finger. He keeps a tight hold of it while he steps out of his pants.

“Thank you,” you smile at him despite his eyes being shut. “Arms up.”

He yawns and reaches for the sky letting you take off his shirt. “Are you gonna shower with me?”

“What?” You laugh, tugging off his boxers.

“I want you to shower with me, I miss when you used to do it.” He yawns and steps out of his boxers. “Why don’t we do it anymore? Are you mad at me?” He finally opens his drowsy red eyes.

“What? No,” you shake your head, running the bath water. “We’ve just been busy.”

“I’m not busy anymore.” Silence falls while you check the temperature of the water. “Do you shower with your other boyfriends?”

“I don’t have other boyfriends.”

“Good,” he huffs. “I’d have to beat them up.”

“Katsuki you’re five.” You stand from the edge of the tub drying your hand.

“So you’ll shower with me,” he looks up at you.

“When you’re a big boy again,” you cup his cheek.

“But I’m not busy anymore,” he whines.

“I know,” you lift him up to put him in the bath.

“Are you gonna leave me?”

“What?” You stare at him.

“Are you going to work tomorrow?” He sputters, embarrassed by your intense stare. His face heats up, cheeks turning a bright red.

“Think I might just stay with you.”

“Can you wash me?”

“You can do it, you’re big enough.”

“But I like your nails,” he reaches for your hand. For a moment you look at him so sure that you can see your Katsuki somewhere inside. He wants you to shower with him, he likes your nails, he’s ok with you scratching him. He’s worried that you’re leaving him.

You wash him. And when you’re done you dry him. And when that’s done you feed him. The whole gang gets comfortable in the living room eating together and watching a movie. Throughout the film they rotate who’s taking a shower and by the end everyone’s clean except for you. The t.v turns black and you lay Katsuki down in the bedroom. He fell asleep about halfway through the film. You sneak off to take a shower and when you come back he’s up and waiting for you.

“I missed you,” he sniffles, reaching for you in the darkness. You take hold of his little hands, placing him on top of your chest. His little hands slid around either side of you just barely reaching your back. You rub in between his shoulder blades, scratching his scalp lightly with your nails.

“I missed you too,” you sigh drifting off to sleep.

When you wake in the morning, he’s still a baby.

#bakugou katsuki #x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha #bakusquad #domestic fluff #found family #baby boy #quirk accident

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thecard · 1 year ago

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Akimitsu baby would be really cute tho (feral child with Akihiko energy)

Bonus:

Unable to pull up the game rn but I made this of their sims baby (link to the picrew generator in photo description).

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cuspidgoddess · 1 year ago

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👀

The brain rot has me in a strangle hold, so here we go again

#ao3 #dabi x hawks #hotwings #ao3 fanfic #ao3 mha #my hero academia #ao3 fic #fanfic #bnha fanfiction #bnha hawks #bnha dabi #furless babies #a less than fluffy situation #boku no hero academia #fanfiction author #quirk accident #cat au

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crushpunky · 5 months ago

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drew and actress!reader on the kitten interview

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

this was highly requested, hope you enjoy <3

“Not sure how I got the short end of the stick with these three.” Y/n teased as she crossed her legs in front of her, joining Chase, Rudy, and Drew on the floor of the interview space. Cameras and crew surrounded them, a small makeshift barrier of boxes dividing them from where the cast sat on the floor.

“Ouch.” Rudy said, placing his hand over his heart in faux hurt. Drew grinned, leaning back on his hands, his fingers resting closely to the curve of y/n’s back.

“Are we ready for the kittens?” One of the producers asked.

“Bring in the cats!” The four of them cheered, clapping excitedly as one of the crew members entered the space, kittens in hands. Y/n put her hands over her mouth, squealing quietly as they placed the tiny creatures down in front of them.

“How long until y/n starts crying?” Chase said, as they continued to watch the kittens stumbled along the ground.

“She already cried on the drive here so…” Drew said, causing y/n to elbow him before returning her attention to the cats. A small gray kitten waddled over, climbing its way into y/n’s lap, its paws padding along her legs softly. The four of them talked sweetly to the kittens as they continued to play, climb, and run along the set.

Who in the Outer Banks cast consistently makes you break character?

“Oh JD,” Rudy said, moving to lay on his back as a small orange kitten rested politely in his lap.

“Yeah…” Drew watched one of the kittens crawl along his arm. “Or Nick Cirillo.”

“Agreed, agreed,” Chase said. “Y/n?”

“Hmm?” Y/n asked, clearly still entranced by the gray kitten playing with the sleeve of her shirt. The boys broke into laughter, causing y/n to groan. Of course she knew it was going to be difficult to answer questions with the smallest, cutest creatures alive in front of her, but she at least thought she’d be able to answer one question.

“I’m sorrryyy!” Y/n laughed. “Um, I think I’d have to say JD or Drew.”

“Me?” Drew asked with a quirk of his head.

“Yes! It’s just so weird to see you acting like… for lack of better words, a crazy person.” Y/n grinned, her nails scratching the scruff of the gray kitten’s neck.

What’s your favorite behind-the-scenes memory from filming Season 3?

“Oh, probably when Drew dropped me on my ass.” Y/n said, causing Rudy and Chase to laugh at the memory and Drew to shake his head emphatically. They had been filming a scene where Rafe picked up y/n’s character, carrying her over to the couch, however, Drew had miscalculated and dropped y/n straight on the hardwood floor. He had felt so awful, stressing as a pretty gnarly bruise began to form along her back over the week.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident.” Drew groaned, running his fingers through his grown out buzz cut.

“I know, I’m just kidding, baby.” Y/n cooed, pressing a kiss to Drew’s cheek.

If you could create a playlist for your characters, what songs would be on it?

“Do you guys have playlists?” Drew asked, looking between his co-stars.

“Oh yeah,” Rudy said, patting the head of the kitten sleeping soundly on his stomach.

“I’ve got like a lot of… dark stuff.” Drew chuckled, glancing over at y/n, who was entranced with the gray cat that was still lying politely in her lap. Drew noticed the sparkle in her eye as she tickled the cat playfully, the kitten letting out a small meow.

“Um, a lot of Taylor Swift, of course… some Fleetwood Mac.” Y/n answered, attention still on her new furry friend.

“I think you’ve got a new family member, Starkey.” Chase teased, pointing at the furball in y/n’s lap.

“Oh, yeah, I think Charleston needs a little kitten friend.” Y/n said, blinking her eyes at Drew playfully. Drew said nothing, just grinning and chuckling lightly.

What’s your biggest ick?

“If you don’t like animals.” Rudy said, y/n pointing at him with a nod. At her movement, the small gray cat in her lap leaped off her knee, landing on Drew’s stomach. The kitten crawled up before flopping down on his chest, wide eyes peering up at Drew. Y/n squealed, watching the little cat having a staring contest with big old Starkey.

“I’d say, um, being rude to service people. That’s a big ick.” Drew whispered, his hand moving to rest next to the kitten’s paws.

“I would say hating on people for liking things,” y/n said, scratching the gray cat’s head. “Like, let people like things. Who cares.”

“Yeah, I agree.” Chase said.

If Outer Banks could crossover with any tv show, which show would you choose?

“Seinfeld?” Rudy laughed, the orange cat resting on his lap stirring slightly as his stomach moved as he chuckled.

“I’ve been digging Rings of Powers lately. I think it would be kinda cool to be in Middle Earth.” Drew answered, sitting up slowly, the cat sliding to rest in his arms.

“Alright, nerd.” Chase teased, causing y/n to giggle and Drew to roll his eyes at the jab. Contrary to what his very frat boy-esque exterior may give off, Drew was a nerd at heart, more than okay with spending the night reading Harry Potter or watching Lord of the Rings.

“I’m gonna say, and I think JD and Austin would agree with me, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.” Y/n said, the boys humming in agreement.

“I feel like JJ would really get along with the Gang.” Rudy said.

Who was your celebrity crush growing up?

“Robin Williams. I had a huge crush on him growing up.” Rudy answered, petting the kitten in his lap softly. The gray kitten resting in Drew’s arm began to climb up his shirtsleeve, balancing on his forearm as Drew lifted it higher.

“Padme and Anakin in Attack of the Clones were… life changing.” Y/n said, watching the kitten walking carefully across Drew’s arm. One of the kitten’s paws slipped off, causing the kitten to fall and y/n to let out a small yelp. Drew was able to catch the cat’s small body before it fell too far, the cast letting our relieved sighs.

“You saved him.” Chase gasped, Drew lifting to hold the kitten against his chest, a sweet smile on his face. Y/n cooed at the way the kitten rested in Drew’s large hands, resting her head on Drew’s shoulder as the two of them looked down at the cat.

“Hmm,” Drew hummed quietly, “maybe Charleston does need a little friend.”

Y/n grinned, pressing a kiss to Drew’s cheek before squealing excitedly. Y/n turned to Chase, shaking his shoulders excitedly as Chase joined in on her excited squeals.

“Thank you Buzzfeed!” Rudy said, elbowing Drew playfully.

“Yes, thank you Buzzfeed!” Y/n joined, thanking the crew for their new furry friend.

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x actress!reader #actress!reader

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megumismyhusband · 3 months ago

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rin itoshi acts stoic, pretending your affection doesn’t faze him, but his body betrays him. His ears turn red when you kiss his cheek, and his lips quirk into a faint smile when you hug him. If you skip a hug or kiss one day, he’ll brood about it, replaying every moment to figure out if he upset you.

rin who secretly adores seeing you in his clothes. he'll sneaks extra jerseys and hoodies into your wardrobe, pretending they "must've ended up there by accident." he can’t help but smile when he sees you wearing them.

rin sucks at cooking but will attempt to learn how to make your favorite dishes so he could cook them for you whenever you'd like.

the keychain you gave rin? It’s clipped securely to his bag or shoved deep in his pocket when he’s on the field. He touches it before every game for luck, and if he ever loses it, he’ll go into full panic mode.

wanna do his makeup? deal. wanna paint his nails? go ahead. feel the need to put your pretty boyfriend in a dress? he'll let you. but only as long as you agree not to show anyone his baby pictures.

pda isn't rin's style, but in private? he’s all in. he’ll pull you close, tuck your head under his chin, and let you trace random patterns on his chest while you talk about your day.

rin might not always say, "i love you," but his actions speak volumes. from memorizing your coffee order to holding your hand in a crowded room, every little thing he does screams devotion.

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viintageslut · 4 months ago

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Hiiii may I request sevika who by accident hurt readers feelings and have no idea how to apologize but does her best?

Youre the best!!

awww i love this <3

Sevika's not used to all of… this. All of this affection, all of the love — it’s overwhelming, quite frankly. Being with someone who’s pretty much the opposite of her is weird. You’re sweet, sensitive, caring, everything she’s not. Or at least, nothing she considers herself as.

When you start to shut her out, she knows she did something wrong — the thought overwhelms her. Was it the little nudge she gave you this morning after you teased her? Was it the comment she made on your outfit?

When Silco dismissed her from work, she headed to yours like usual. Except instead of planning on greeting you with a hug, she had been working herself up to ask why you’ve been acting so unusual. The second you opened the door, wide eyed and messy hair, she asked — “What did I do? Did I say something? I’m sorry.” You’re a little shocked, overwhelmed with the questions, sure, but it’s sweet.

You’re still angry though. “You really don’t know?” You sigh, your shoulders relaxing despite the tension in the dense air between you two. “This morning. You didn’t say I love you back.” You pouted, and she quirked a brow — Sevika thought it was stupid, that’s what you’re mad about?

“Wait… that’s why you’ve been ignoring me? Because I didn’t say I love you?” She laughed, and you just about slammed the door in her face. “Sevika!” You groaned. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, baby. I love you.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Not good enough.”

She spent the next week bringing you gifts and showering you in praise, never ever leaving without saying ‘I love you’, having learned her lesson. Of course, you had forgiven her the minute she said sorry and gave you those puppy dog eyes, but you kept it going for a little longer. It was cute watching her navigate an actual healthy relationship.

#arcane #arcane season 2 #sevika fluff #sevika x reader #sevika smut #sevika #sevika angst #she’s learning #give her time y’all

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evilminji · 10 months ago

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Q.A.B. - 2! Another Eraserhead one!

But THIS time? With either a tourist or Hero Oc of your own creation! Calling this one Caiman Erasure!

Cause! :3c I'm out here~ makin Quirk Accident Designer Babies~ FOR THE FUNSIES! I wanted to see? What "oh SHIT! DODGE!" *fails to dodge* Random Quirk Combo? Would result in a stronger variant of Erasure?

And? May I PRESENT o/ the broad-snouted caiman!

Cousin of the humble alligator. It's south American. And? Probably part of somebody's mutation Quirk like Tsu's Frog quirk! But more IMPORTANTLY? They? :D only have to blink once every TWO HOURS~☆

Imagine it. IMAGINE Eraserhead's lil pscho grin but POINTY and in a jaw that can CRUSH BONE, can clamp down like a BEAR TRAP. A face lined with scales, slit eyes, just as lazy as her dad? Itty bitty baby claws.

Yellow-ish and black scales just like her dad's hair colors, fading into white beneath her wittle chin. Eyes that stare and stare and STARE. Unblinking. Jaw slightly loose to reveal those pointy AF teeth. Zoned out? Staring through you? Staring you DOWN?

Is she asleep with her eyes open again?

You don't KNOW!

Just? Oh GREAT.... Fuckin FANTASTIC! Eraserhead has a DINOSAUR DEMON for a daughter. *horrifying hissing grows from the unblinking swamp thing in a colorful kitty themed jumper* JESUS FUCK!!!! Where did you COME FROM!?

She's in the fuckin VENTS. Can hold her breath for HOURS. Sleeps in pools like a DROWNED CORPSE.

And worst of all?

Her "Make no mistake. I AM the wrath of God come for you" nightmare demon of a homeless man father? Fully supports her ridiculous shenanigans. Something about independence and growth.

They live in FEAR.

All while Eraserhead's carting her around under one arm, limp n dozing, like a purse dog. Sleeping bag under the other. She don't bite, he drawls. (YES SHE DO!!!)

Who the FUCK let this man have kids?

#Q.A.B #quirk accident baby #free to a good home #bnha #mha #bnha oc #mha oc #caimen erasure #minji's Q.A.B. adoption agency

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sincerelyrki · 1 year ago

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pretty baby

Jake’s pretty baby makes the prettiest sounds, it’s only fair that the others get to hear them too.

pairing : bf!jake x fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. exhibition. hand job. fingering. only includes the hyung line. 18+.

wc : 844

a/n : this took everything in me to post, i get way too shy to write stuff like this TT but thoughts? pls let me know how i did <3

“Can I touch you?” You kept your gaze locked on the movie playing across the room, your ears hot as you attempted to ignore your needy boyfriend.

Jake quietly whined in your ear at your ignorance, his need for you growing the longer your hand jerked him off.

He raised his hips to push himself further into your palm, soft gasps leaving his lips as he felt your hand tighten around him.

“Please, I need to feel you.” Jake’s lips gently nipped at your ear as he pushed himself completely against you, your slow caresses halting as he trapped your hand between his thighs and your hip.

You once again tightened your hand around him, squeezing him with a warning.

Jake hissed in pain, his lower body slightly flinching away from you in shock.

Without drawing attention to yourself you turned your head towards your boyfriend, his pitiful state causing your satisfaction to swell along your arms.

Your newfound goosebumps were nothing compared to the way your body reacted to his next actions, your head snapping around to glance around the room to check if anyone had noticed your slip up.

Jake gave you a sly smile, moving his hand further up the front of your shirt. He took advantage of your cautionary glances, cupping one of your breasts with one of his hands before snaking the other one behind your back.

Your jaw clenched as you felt your bra come undone, being supported by nothing but Jake’s hand pressing against you.

“Sorry, it was an accident.” Jake winked at you as he removed his hand from your shirt, your bra held in his hands as he leaned away from you.

“The others will hear.” You gave up, leaning forward after him. Jake allowed you to lean into him, his free hand reaching out to pull one of your legs over his.

“Not if you’re quiet” He teased you, one side of his mouth quirking into a smirk as he tilted his head at you. “You can be quiet, can’t you?”

It was almost humorous how fast Jake was able to switch the rolls, controlling you by the palm of his hand as he pushed you into a submissive headspace.

You confidently nodded at him, your certainty fading the second his fingers wrapped around your knee. “We don’t want anyone to see how dirty my girl can be, that’s for my eyes only.”

Through the dimmed room it was nearly impossible to see Jake’s hands, the light’s reflection on his rings being the only proof of his hands touching your skin.

“But it seems it’s too late for that, hm?” Jake whispered in your ears, his fingers reaching your underwear as he stared at a spot across from you.

“Heeseung seems to be really enjoying this, his poor of an excuse blanket is doing nothing to hide it.” You say frozen in spot, legs spread under the blanket as your boyfriend's fingers circled shapes against your upper thigh.

“My pretty baby makes the prettiest sounds, should we show him?” Jake pushed your underwear to the side, slotting his fingers between you as his fingertips slid down your most sensitive part.

Your head dropped down as he pushed his fingers into you, his thumb coming up to rub against you as he slowly moved his wrist.

After a long minute of hiding your sounds, you accidentally choked out a quiet moan, your bitten lips dropping at a harder thrust. “Might as well give them all a show, let them hear you.”

Jake used his other hand to grab your jaw, turning your head towards the three men sitting on the couch beside you. “Let me hear you.” A strangled whimper left your lips at the messy sight that greeted you.

Three pairs of eyes were glued to the blanket across your legs, doing nothing to hide the movements happening beneath it.

If possible, you grew even shyer as the three men turned their eyes toward your face instead.

You could see Sunghoon adjusting in his seat, his legs spreading as he fixed his pants. He tried acting like he never saw the two of you, turning his head towards the forgotten movie playing. If it wasn’t for the harsh gulp that followed, he almost could’ve fooled a blind man.

“Fucking pervs” Jake scoffed out a laugh, his hand speeding up as he finally removed the blanket concealing you from the others.

“Holy shit” Jay’s jaw dropped, his eyes glaring holes into your skin as his eyes wandered all across your bottom half. A strained exhale left his lips at the sight of your inner thighs.

A mixture of red and purple painted your skin, and various hickeys littered across the strip of skin that was hidden by your pulled-up skirt.

“You have such pretty panties, but I think they’d appreciate the sight more if you got rid of them.” Jake blew cool air into your ear, his free hand pressing against your lower stomach.

“Show them how pretty you are for me?” And you did.

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chaepink · 1 year ago

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Hi! Could I request something? Overstimming Todoroki by letting him ride your strap for god knows how long, gripping onto his hips or thighs, pushing him back down on your strap if he even attempts to stop !

dom!reader, overstimulation, dacryphillia, pegging

note : overstimulating pretty boys >>>

"p-please, [name]!" Todoroki can't tell what he's begging for anymore. You've been overstimulating him for so long that he doesn't know whether he wants you to let him cum again or for you to stop fucking him.

Though when your strap just hits all the right places in him that makes his eyes roll back and head throw backwards, he's thinking that he wants the former rather than the latter.

You raise a eyebrow at him. "Please what todoroki?" With your hands lightly on his hips, you're really barely doing any of the work. Whether he realizes it or not, todoroki is the one who's making himself cum over and over again. You're just sitting back and enjoying the show, really.

"C-Can you- ah! l-let me cum? please?"

You see his movements starting to slow down, probably tired from riding your strap for god knows how long. And so you do him a favor by grabbing his hips tighter, lifting him up until the strap is barely in him, before slamming him back down on it.

"yeah? you still want to cum after already doing so three times already?"

Todoroki cries out and grips the sheets underneath him tightly and you suddenly feel cold.

Glancing at the sheets underneath you as you continue to fuck into him, you see specks and shards of ice around where his hands are and you assume that todoroki must have activated his quirk on accident. He's so dumbed down and overstimulated that he didn't even realize, you realize.

"Shit, maybe i should overstimulate you more often, baby."

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

#chaepink.nsfw #sub!character #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!mha #dom fem reader #sub character #sub todoroki #sub!todoroki #sub!bnha #mha smut

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shigarakislaughter · 2 months ago

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Put Your Meowth to Mine

Chapter One

tags: cat tomura shigaraki, quirk accident, crack treated seriously, the princess and the frog but wrong

synopsis: When you see a cat getting attacked, you make it your mission to rescue and care for said cat. It turns out the cat is a bit of an asshole, and a little more human than you thought.

wc: 2.7k

warnings: language, slightly suggestive

a/n: no one say anything abt the word count. No one. Also happy valentine's day. enjoy my cringefic

Chapter Two

The cold air made you shiver as you made your way to your apartment, a gentle spray of mist falling down from the heavens in tiny droplets. It was surprisingly cold for September. A cold front must have hit Musutafu last night, one you were ignorant of due to your apparent forgetfulness when it came to checking the weather. You really should have worn a thicker jacket.

Luckily, you were close to the temperature-controlled sanctum you called your home. With only one more block to go, you relished in the idea of a nice hot shower, a comforting show on the television while eating a warm meal, and an early bedtime.

That was until you heard it: the unmistakable sound of a cat absolutely yowling its head off. Your head swiveled as you looked for the source of the sound, eyes widened when you found it. A small, scraggly looking cat had been backed into a corner by a larger blonde tabby. The poor, scrawny looking cat was clearly doing its best to look terrifying, back arched to make itself look bigger. Unfortunately, it wasn't doing a great job, its small patches of fur not thick enough to give the illusion of a bigger size.

"Hey! Leave it alone," you yelled, jogging up to the pair. You'd dealt with enough cats in your life, seen enough cat videos online, to know that breaking up a cat fight was probably a bad idea. But you felt bad for the pathetic cat in the corner, growling and hissing with all its might.

Looking around, you spotted it— a cardboard box, flattened, lying soggy next to the dumpster. Perfect. The cats didn't seem to hear you as you approached, too engrossed in their own battle to pay attention to their surroundings.

The edge of the cardboard made a crunching sound as you slammed it into the ground between the two cats.

"Go! Scram!"

You herded the blonde cat away with your foot, watching it quickly take off and run out of the ally. Your attention returned to the cornered cat. Slowly removing the cardboard, it quickly darted several meters away from you, cowering in the cold.

However, it didn't run any further, its red eyes gleaming like gems under the low glow of the streetlights. "C'mere, it's okay!" you cooed, knees soaked as you knelt down on the wet asphalt, your hand outstretched.

It eyed you warily, ears tilted forward as it slowly approached you. You kept your hand still as it sniffed your hand, determining if you were trustworthy. You must have passed its test, because it quickly rubbed its chin hard against your knuckles.

"Aww, poor baby," you murmured, scratching its chin with the pads of your fingertips. Up close, you could truly see how skinny and bare it looked. It was mostly naked. What fur it did have was light blue and incredibly wispy, seemingly concentrated around its arms and chest, trailing down to its stomach.

Poor thing would be too cold tonight if you left it to fend for itself. You knew what you had to do.

Quickly, before it could run away, you scooped up the cat with one arm under its belly, the other on its neck in preparation to scruff it if necessary. It began to writhe and wriggle in your grasp, letting out the most pathetic sounding meow you'd ever heard.

"I know, baby, I know," you whispered, walking as fast as you could without jostling the cat too much, its meows increasing in pitch as it continued to wriggle, now trying to bite at your hand.

You were lucky your building had outside stairs as you climbed them two at a time, the cat's teeth dangerously close to the back of your hand. Its meows turned into wails halfway up the stairs, continuing as you fumbled with your keys.

You managed to get the door open and closed behind you as you practically tossed the poor thing on the ground. "You turned out to be quite the little asshole," you groaned, turning to look at the cat as it stared at you. As if it could understand you, it hissed in response before looking around your apartment, sniffing as it went.

Removing your jacket, you began to mentally plan for the next steps. First, you had to give the mangy creature a flea bath, lest it was infested. After that, you could run to the local pet store for supplies. You were lucky they were open late.

You began running the water over your hand, waiting for it to come up to a comfortable temperature. After the water felt warm enough, you worked on gathering your supplies— your softest dish rag, cat-safe dish soap, and of course, the cat itself. Luckily you didn't have to do any more wrangling— the cat jumping up, a nosy thing, curious as to what you were doing.

As you once again pounced on the cat, scruffing it for the sake of bathing him, you spotted a familiar look of murder in his eyes. If it wasn't plotting your death before this, it certainly was now. Fuck.

—

Bathing the cat taught you two things. One: It was a he. Two: His claws were sharp and he would use them if necessary.

Wrapped snug in your towel, he glared at you, the wrinkles on his face emphasizing his anger, tail swishing from beneath the towel. He had clearly gotten into several fights before, old scars on both the side of his maw and over his right eye. You felt bad for him, no wonder he was acting like such a little demon.

Little demon. Lucifer.

That's what you decided to call him the second time he clawed you, a long scratch stark red against the expanse of your forearm. Luckily, it wasn't too deep.

Trying to reason with him, you began to apologize. "I'm sorry, I didn't want you bringing fleas in, Lucifer."

He meowed in response, a grating, angry sounding meow that perfectly suited him. Lucifer.

"Listen, I have to leave now. I have to get food, a litter box, cat bowls, cat scratchers," you trailed off, lowering your face to get down to his level. Removing himself from the towel, he stood, leaping off the counter to go make himself comfortable on one of the cushions by your low table. Sassy.

—

When you returned, arms laden with supplies and out of breath, you didn't expect to see him anywhere. Most cats hide when confronted with a new environment. But not him. He sat on your kitchen counter, staring into your soul with his red eyes, a screaming meow assaulting your eardrums as if he wished to say, "why'd you take so long? Did you bring me food? Hurry up and get in." He was demanding too, apparently.

"Calm down," you griped as he jumped down to follow you as you set up the litter box, jumping on the sink above you as if to supervise your actions.

As you set up everything else, scratch pad, toys, washing the cat bowls, he seemed to follow you everywhere else as well, acting as your shadow. It would've been cute if not for the fact that he was so loud. He seemed to understand that the faster you set things up, the faster he'd be fed— little bastard was hungry and demanding.

He began pawing at anything he could easily knock over as you attempted to get the can of cat food open. "Give me a second." He didn't seem to listen. A pen on your counter and a bottle cap had both managed to clatter to the floor by the time you managed to pry open the can.

The food hit the bowl with a squelch, the air filled with the smell of wet cat food. Gross to you, delicious to the cat, who scrambled to jump down and immediately start eating, a low growl coming from the back of his throat while he ate. Despite his assholery, he still managed to tug at your heartstrings. Poor thing was probably starving.

You checked the time on the microwave. Fuck, it was late. You were glad you didn't have work tomorrow. Too tired to cook, you reached into the freezer for one of the frozen meals you kept stashed, opening it and microwaving it.

After your food was sufficiently steaming, you were finally able to get back on track with your night, sitting at the low table in front of the TV. Finally, peace.

Peace had not been achieved.

Before you knew it, the cat was on the table, intent on sniffing and devouring your microwaved pasta.

The paper dish was hot in your hands as you tried to maneuver the food away from him. "Stop that, you're lactose intolerant." This didn't seem to deter him, his arm extending as he tried to dunk his paw into the dish so he could lick the sauce off.

Finally, you relented, fishing out a singular noodle from your bowl and placing it on the table. He was on it in no time, scarfing down the pasta at a record speed.

"Didn't you just eat?" He stopped licking the table to glare at you. If he could talk, you were certain he'd be telling you to shut the fuck up. Rude. Luckily for you, he decided his time was better spent shredding pieces of your junk mail with his teeth, the sound of him biting and ripping papers grating against the sound of your television. With a sigh, you resigned yourself to this, turning up the TV volume to drown out the noise caused by his destructive tendencies. At least it was the mail and not your furniture.

After cleaning up your dinner, the cat acting as your shadow the entire time, you went off to the bathroom to attempt to shower alone. Of course, he still insisted on following you inside the bathroom, batting at the door with his paws when you closed the door.

He sat proudly on your bathroom counter, tail swishing the whole time as you tried to reason with him.

"You're not going to like it in here once I start the water."

He only glared at you more. "Fine." Turning on the water, you glanced at him once more, thinking the sound would be enough to scare him. He settled into a loaf, unbothered by the sound and steam that was quickly filling up the room.

You resigned yourself to not shower alone again, ever. "You're gonna be bored out here, but alright." He seemed to snap back to life as you began to undress. His eyes were huge as saucers as the leaped off the counter, bolting through the cracked door. Huh. At least you could shower in peace.

After getting ready for bed, you found him curled up on the end of your bed. He looked up at you before leaping back down. "What, are you embarrassed?"

As you turned off the lamp, you tried to ignore him as he loafed on the dresser by your bed, staring at you with his beady red eyes that seemed to bore into you. Drifting off to sleep, the idea of him eating your face in the night chilled you to your core.

When you awoke, your chest felt… heavy, as if a dumbbell had been placed on top of it. Your eyes felt dry when you opened them to find him—across the length of your torso, Lucifer sat curled up, siphoning your warmth. He was rather cute up close, in the way one might find a possum or a rat cute.

Before he could awaken and throw a fit about it, (or scratch your eyeball out…), you pressed a chaste kiss to his little wrinkled forehead.

All of a sudden, the weight on your chest pressed against your entire front, significantly increasing in both size and mass. The face of a cat turned into the top of a head of light blue hair, matching the cat's fur. Your mouth felt dry as you tried not to scream.

Cool. Cool cool cool. The mangy cat you managed to pick up off the street was actually a man! A human man! You hoped he couldn't feel your heartbeat from where he lay on your chest, the tempo of your heart accelerating.

Lifting your head to peer at him, you saw the plain expanses of his back. Fuck, he was naked. Scrambling to cover him up with the edge of your blanket, you slid out from under him, jostling him in the process.

"What the fuck," he groaned. Shit. You woke him up. Stirring, his hand grasped the blanket that was partially covering him. You watched in abject horror as the blanket turned to dust in front of you.

Your hands flew up to cover your eyes. "Oh my god, what the fuck is going on?"

"Sorry—" The blankets shuffled as he tried to cover himself up. After a brief period consisting of him swearing under his breath, he eventually stilled. "Alright, my dick is covered now."

"Oh my god." You shoved your hands further in your eyes. "Why'd you have to say it like that?"

"What other way is there to say it?"

You looked up at him. His pinkies were raised as he gripped the edge of your sheets in an attempt to cover himself.

"Never mind, just—let me get you some clothes." You sighed, picking out an old t-shirt and pants that you thought would fit him.

"Put these on." You placed the clothes on the bed, staring at him expectantly.

"Aren't you going to turn around?"

A searing blush rose to your face as you quickly spun around. Right. Not a cat anymore. The absurdity of the situation was frying your brain, and you needed coffee. "What, is it only okay when you watch me undress as a cat?"

He spluttered. "Listen, I didn't mean to do all that, it's not like I turned into a cat on purpose. It was cat instincts or something."

You crossed your arms with a huff. "Whatever."

Turning on your heel, you left to the kitchen. The two of you could talk over coffee.

A few minutes later, he padded in after you, sitting in one of your chairs. Still clingy, even when not a cat.

Two steaming mugs of coffee in hand, you sat down at the table with him. "Explain everything."

—

It took a minor amount of coaxing, but he finally managed to tell you the story. "So you got into a fight with someone, and a random passerby thought it would be funny to turn you both into cats?"

"Exactly," Shigaraki, not Lucifer, took a long sip of his coffee, avoiding your eyes. You thought he was cute up close. Definitely a liar, definitely as scrungy as his cat form, but cute in a way that made you want to take him home and care for him.

"And you have no idea why?"

"No." His answer came out a bit too fast. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion before ultimately deciding to let it go. "Alright."

"You have a place to go after this?"

"Yeah, it's nearby," he shrugged. "I can walk."

Goodbyes were always awkward. Walking him to the door, you made him promise to stay safe, although he said it quite flippantly, still rather embarrassed.

"Wait, before you leave," Scribbling your name and number on a piece of paper, you rushed to hand it to him. "Can I see you again? Not as a cat this time?"

He seemed almost sad when he took your paper, carefully holding it between his thumb and pointer, before shoving it in the pocket of his borrowed pants. "Sure."

A few weeks later, you sat in front of the TV, watching the news. Your heart thumped, microwave pasta falling off your fork when you recognized the name and photo of the man on screen: Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains.

Cleaning up the fallen pasta, you froze when you heard it—the scratching of several sets of paws at the door, followed by a distinct, frenzied meow.

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#i hope the title makes sense it's 2 am #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x you #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigiraki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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aleskie · 16 days ago

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hiii! i was wondering if you could write max verstappen going through a difficult year between racing and his newly growing family? some angst about how reader can’t handle if he ever had an accident he can’t come back from / “do you even think about us?” kinda thing so he internally struggles between racing and family, but ultimately decides that being their for his family is more important than (sounds corny) any trophy or championship.

HI ANON! Thanks for the request!!! This was super fun to write and i know it's not exactly the ask but i hope u like it hehehhe :>>>>>

THE PROMISE | Max Verstappen x Reader

Warnings: None, happy ending??? There's no pronouns used but like it's implied reader is afab :>>

Your mother always said that making the baby was the easy part. The fun part.

Carrying them, though? Having them? That was hell. The pain, the exhaustion, the way your body felt like it didn’t belong to you anymore. The sleepless nights, the hormonal swings that made you feel like a stranger in your own skin. Sure, there were moments of joy—feeling that first flutter of movement, hearing their heartbeat for the first time—but nothing about it was easy.

And raising them? Raising them was a whole other battle. The endless nights of rocking, of pacing, of shushing. The way your body ached with fatigue, your arms heavy from holding them for hours, your heart just as heavy when their cries didn’t stop. The moments of frustration, of helplessness, of wondering if you were doing any of it right.

But then—then there were the milestones. The first roll, the first steps, the first words, tiny victories that made it all worth it. Watching them become a person, watching them laugh at things that only they found funny, watching them form opinions and preferences and little quirks that were uniquely theirs.

Yes, parenthood was hard. But it was also the best thing that ever happened to you.

And through it all, Max had been your anchor. He was there, gripping your hand so tight during labor that his knuckles turned white. He was there, whispering encouragement, his voice steady even when his eyes were wet with tears. He was there, cradling your daughter like she was made of glass, promising her the world in a voice thick with love. He was there, sitting through hours of interviews to find the perfect nanny so that you two could have time together—because he knew that mattered too. He was everything you needed in a husband, everything your daughter needed in a father.

And then the crash happens.

You were at home, keeping an eye on your daughter as she stacked her blocks, her tiny fingers carefully placing one on top of the other, her tongue peeking out in concentration. The television was on in the background, the familiar hum of the commentators filling the room. You weren’t watching too closely—you never did anymore. You’d glance up now and then, check the leaderboard, watch a particularly intense overtake, but you didn’t let yourself get caught up in it.

Then it happened.

At first, your heart only gave the slightest stutter. It wasn’t anything new. Max had crashed before. He would crash again. It was part of the sport, part of the risk, part of the life he had chosen—the life he had bled for since he was a child. You had known this going in. When you first fell for him, when you first tangled your lives together, he had made it clear: this was not something he would ever walk away from.

So, you learned. You learned the language of the sport, the rules, the strategies. You learned how to read the data, how to pick apart his post-race frustrations, how to hold him after a bad finish and remind him that there would always be another race. And you learned to live with the ever-present ache in your chest, the one that flared up every time something went wrong.

But this time, something felt different.

He didn’t get out. Not fast enough. Not like before.

Your breath hitched as the seconds stretched unnaturally long, your fingers tightening around the edge of the couch. He was moving—that was good. He wasn’t trapped. But his movements were sluggish, uncoordinated. When the medics arrived, he didn’t wave them off like he usually did. He let them help him. When he finally climbed out, his legs wobbled, his posture slumped, his hand pressing against his head as if trying to steady the world.

But he was alive.

You exhaled, long and slow, grounding yourself in that fact. You’d talk later. You’d let him come home, let him shake it off, let him tell you in his own time what had happened, how he felt. You’d sit with him, listen, remind him that he wasn’t alone in this. But for now, he was alive.

And that was enough. That had to be enough.

You’re washing the dishes when you hear the front door creak open, the heavy thud of a suitcase settling against the floor. Footsteps follow—soft, familiar, hesitant. Then his arms wrap around you, warm and grounding, the familiar scent of the paddock and faint traces of cologne still clinging to his clothes.

You exhale, leaning into him, letting his presence melt away the tension in your shoulders. Carefully, you peel off the dishwashing gloves, placing them on the counter before turning in his arms. The moment you do, you bury your face in his chest, listening—just listening—to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He holds you closer, his grip tightening as if he needs this just as much as you do.

“You watched the race,” he murmurs, his voice quiet but certain.

“I did.”

“Did she see?” There’s something cautious in his tone, a hint of guilt. You know he never wants your daughter to witness him like that—vulnerable, shaken, hurt.

You let out a soft chuckle, the kind that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “She was too busy playing.”

A silence settles between you, thick yet comfortable. You tilt your head up, reaching a hand to his face, fingertips ghosting over the faint stubble on his jaw before cupping his cheek. You trace him with your eyes, mapping out every detail—the precise shade of blue in his eyes, the faint crease in his brow, the way exhaustion lingers at the corners of his lips. Memorizing him, just in case.

His hand comes up to cover yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’m right here,” he says softly. “You don’t have to worry.”

Your brows pull together as a quiet sigh leaves your lips. “I’m always going to worry,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “I worry all the time.”

And he doesn’t argue, doesn’t tell you not to—because you both know that would be a lie. Instead, he just holds you tighter, as if that alone could keep the worry at bay.

“It was different this time, and you know that,” you say, stepping back, putting just enough space between you to breathe.

“Was it?” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it, a quiet challenge.

“You didn’t get out of the car, Max.” The words come out sharper than you intend. You inhale, trying to steady yourself, fingers threading through your hair in a feeble attempt to keep your hands from shaking. “If you heard the sounds—”

“I think I know what sounds I made,” he interrupts, his voice tight. “I was there.”

“Then you should understand why I’m like this.”

He exhales, shaking his head. “Baby, we’ve talked about this.”

“But not like this!” The frustration spills over before you can stop it. “Not with her in the conversation.”

His eyes flick toward your daughter’s room, just for a second. It’s brief, subtle, but you see the flicker of concern, the way his jaw tightens.

“Max, you know I understand. You know I’ve accepted it. You know I stayed despite every risk of losing you.” You close your eyes, inhaling deeply before speaking again, softer this time. “But she doesn’t know yet. She doesn’t understand yet. And I—”

The words catch in your throat. Saying them out loud makes them real, makes them a possibility you don’t want to face.

“I don’t want to raise our child without a father.”

The moment the words leave your lips, his expression shifts. The fight drains from his eyes, replaced with something softer, something that aches. He moves before you can step away again, hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing over the tears welling in your eyes.

“You won’t have to,” he says, voice firm but gentle. “I’m good at what I do. Today was a fluke. It won’t happen any time soon.”

“But it might,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “And I don’t know what I’d do if—”

“Shhh…” He silences you, pulling you against him, as if holding you close is enough to keep the worst from happening. “Nothing is going to happen.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I don’t,” he admits, and then tilts your chin up so you meet his gaze. His face is open, earnest, full of the kind of love that wraps around your soul like armor. “But I can promise to do everything I can to be here—to watch her grow, to walk her down the aisle, to grow old with you. I can promise that.”

“I can’t lose you,” you whisper.

“You won’t. Ever.”

You search his face, letting his words settle into the spaces where fear still lingers. His hands are steady, his eyes unwavering, his love for you and your daughter woven into every syllable of his promise.

It doesn’t erase the worry, doesn’t silence the what-ifs that creep in when the nights are long and the house is quiet. But it does remind you of something just as powerful—he’s here. He’s trying. He’s choosing you, choosing her, choosing to fight for a future where he stays.

So you let yourself believe him. Just for tonight.

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writtenbymoonflower · 1 year ago

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may i leave the suggestion of poly!marauders with a clumsy!reader

i just KNOW they would be stressed constantly

yes you may, hunny! thanks so much for requesting! gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: mentions of injury, swearing

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You were hoping and praying that the sound of your hip smacking against the doorknob would go unnoticed by your boyfriends, but much to your dismay, Remus’ head had spun around to look at you, and he quirked a brow at your slip-up. He was looking at you with much judgment, but there was playfulness glinting in his amber irises.

“Again, dove? That’s like the fourth time today.” His voice was teasing but his features were laced in concern.

“No…” you denied. You weren’t technically lying, because it was actually the sixth or seventh.

“At this rate we’re gonna have to take all the doorknobs off.” James teased, making you roll your eyes.

Before you could think of a response, Sirius cut in. “I’m not sure that would help Prongs, they’re determined to bump into everything.”

“I don’t bump into everything. Stop being so dramatic.” You put all your focus into walking steadily into the kitchen, not wanting to prove their point even further.

“Whatever you say, babe.” Sirius said, in a tone that clearly showed he did not believe you. You ignored him, going to the cupboard to grab a cup, only you ended up failing miserably. The cup slipped from your grip, bouncing off the shelf, hitting the counter, and rolling onto the ground, ending up by Sirius’ feet. (This is the reason you had plastic cups)

“Wha-” James struggled through barking laughter. “What were you just saying, gorgeous?” You took it in stride, marching over to Sirius to pick up the cup.

Unfortunately, you forgot that Sirius is himself, and he took your position as an opportunity to pinch your ass, making you stumble and slip backwards. You would’ve fallen if he hadn't caught you.

“Don’t be mean Pads, you know they’re jumpy.” James scolded his boyfriend.

“I know, it’s just so funny. They’re like a little baby fawn.” He teased as you wormed your way out of his grasp defiantly.

“It’s not funny, it’s worrying.” Remus scolded the two other boys, beckoning you over. You happily took the escape, deciding you would take his coddling over their bullying. Remus grabbed your arm, trying to pull you into him, but you hissed suddenly. Remus looked confused, but it was James who spoke up.

“Shit, baby! I didn’t even notice that.” The time it took for you to realize what he was talking about was very little, remembering the blooming bruise that spread over your upper arm.

“Ouch, lovely.” Remus sympathized, though you knew you were in for a telling off soon. “How have you done that?”

“I- I don’t remember.” You admitted, shamefully.

“What do you mean you don’t remember? You have a bruise the size of Asia on your arm!” James said, exasperated. He was being dramatic, as is his usual fashion when it came to you.

“I don’t know, it just showed up.” You said, cheeks flaming at the attention.

“A bruise like that doesn’t just ‘show up.’” Sirius said back, equal parts teasing and stressed.

“I probably just bumped it on something.” You floundered, very much ready for this conversation to be over. You honestly didn’t know what they expected, as much as you would never be caught admitting it, you were quite clumsy. There were usually a myriad of bruises littering your skin, varying in color and age from bumping into things or falling over. Not to mention the scars and scrapes on your hands from kitchen or craft accidents. You had to admit, you gave your boyfriends a fair amount of injuries to fuss over.

And fuss they did.

“Well we knew that.” Sirius snarked back, still loving as ever. “The issue is that you bump into things so often you don’t remember specific occasions. I mean, come on ba-"

“Settle.” Remus cut his eyes to Sirius. Despite how much it seemed like he was picking on you, it came from a place of concern, much like James’ babying and Remus’ scolding. You softened at their worried expressions.

“Look, I’ll try to be more careful, okay?” You said, threading your fingers into Remus’ mousy hair and giving a reassuring smile to the other two boys.

“You’re okay, sweetheart.” James consoled. “We just get protective, you know that. We don’t like you getting hurt, especially when you ignore it.” He gave you a knowing look. “Just look after yourself, for our sake.”

“Okay,” You sighed, overdramatic. “I guess I’ll try, it’s such intense labor, though.” You said sarcastically, walking away to the bathroom and hearing your boys chuckle.

Whack! Your thigh collided with the end table.

“That’s it!” Sirius called. “I’m ordering you a bubble suit.”

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