Okay So I'm Writing An Nsfw Chapter Of My Bakusquad Omegaverse Fic Right Now And Like It's Dawning On

you ate so hard with this!!! thank you for your struggles i love it🥹🥹🥹

hey dolly, idk if you're still doing the moodboards reqs but is it okay if i still request one???🫣

i love denki ahhhh. like muscle mommy gentle femdom + denki arf arf arf. colour scheme like pink n red or yellow. whatever fits idm.

no specific fic inspo, he just calls you mommy and you make him beg for it😁.

i loved your other moodboards omg!! you really ate with the touya moodboard on your original post. mwah thank you!

awe thank u!! pink + red it is, hope its okai c:

making moodboards for u!!

you didn't realise they had a gf

bakugou, eijiro, hitoshi, izuku, shoto (in that order) ⋆｡°✩— college!au (i live in australia so idk if it's the same cause i based these on my uni experience so far), you're a lil flirty def some ulterior motives and you find out that they're taken, smau

insecure

bakugou, izuku, shoto x fem!reader ⋆｡°✩ — reader and her bf went to the beach yesterday and took some photos, she feels insecure about her body, comfort/fluff, smau

imagine long-term bf katsuki being hung up on what engagement ring to buy you. he’s gnawing at his cheeks, constantly sighing and running his fingers through his hair for a couple of months, trying to find a ring that’s good enough for you.

after patrol, he browses every reputable jewellery store in tokyo, searching for your engagement ring. he takes pictures of every one he thinks might suit you and sends them to eijiro.

shitty hair: idk about this one man. diamonds are nice but y/n gives more garnet or ruby vibes

explosive: the fuck you mean? i have to get her diamonds

shitty hair: nah bro, you should get something that suits her. not every girl wants diamonds.

explosive: stfu i know what she wants better than you do

shitty hair: 🤷‍♂️ just my opinion man

you noticed immediately that katsuki was coming home later than he usually does. you didn’t say anything at first because maybe something came up, and he did seem really exhausted.

but as weeks turn into months, you become suspicious. what is it that your boyfriend's doing after work that you can’t know about. he hasn’t changed how he treats you. if anything, he’s been even softer and sweeter with you lately.

you decide to confront him about it.

you sit at the kitchen table, waiting for him to come home. as 8pm fades into 10pm and drips into 12am, your anxiety ramps up. your palms are all sweaty and your heart beats erratically in your chest.

you’re on your feet as soon as the lock eventually clicks and the front door is forced open. you stalk up to a sleepy katsuki, who flings his duffel bag on the floor with a sigh.

when he turns around, you’re looking at him angrier than ever. there’s fire in your eyes as you stare up at him, your brows knitted together and jaw tight.

you spit out, “where have you been?” katsuki blinks slowly, too tired to register your words and respond. he moves to throw his arms around you, but you step back, dodging his embrace.

this time, you repeat yourself with more venom, “where have you been?” you sigh, “i’ve been waiting for you since eight.”

he grunts thickly, “why’d you stay up, babe?” you roll your eyes and slightly suck in your cheeks.

you say exasperatedly, “because i was worried about you. you’ve been coming home late from work for the last two months now.” you fold your arms beneath your chest as you scold him, “so where have you been?! seriously, like, where the fuck have you been wandering off to while i make you dinner and do your laundry?”

katsuki shakes his head, whispering, “baby, s’not like that.”

you catch his words and scoff, “so then, what is it like? i clearly don’t know so why don’t you tell me?”

his full lips draw into a hard line as he huffs, contemplating whether to tell you he’s been hunting for the perfect engagement ring for his perfect girl… and that he’s finally found one. it wasn’t easy, especially since he has just put up with yappertron 3000 chargebolt, skateboard freak elbows, and shitty hair for the past three hours while acquiring this ring.

he bites his tongue, mumbling, “look, i’ve just been busy, yea?”

you chuckle derisively, “you’ve been busy? right, okay.” you turn around and begin walking away from him when he catches your elbow. his grip is firm but considerate.

he tugs you back, making you stumble into his chest. you try to shove him away, but he doesn’t even budge as he draws you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly.

you shout, “just fuck off, katsuki!”

wincing, he rests his chin on the top of your head and murmurs, “no more late nights, baby, i promise. at least not for a while.” his body is so warm against yours, and his musk is so strong. you give up your assault on his concealed but delicious muscles and still in his grasp.

you grumble, “it’s not about the late nights, katsuki. it’s about you keeping things from me.” he kisses the top of your head and rubs circles on your back with his calloused palms.

he mutters into your hair, “i’ll tell you soon, okay?” you shake your head before tilting it back, returning his soft gaze with your harsher one.

you murmur, “so you’re not cheating on me? or are you cheating on me but intend to come clean?” your boyfriend’s mouth falls open as he stares at you, his blond brows raised slightly. regaining his composure, his usual scowl is back on his face.

he grumbles, “cheating? why the fuck would i be cheating on you?!” he licks his lips and gazes past you for a moment, sighing, “for fuck’s sake, babe. god, why the fuck would i be cheating on you? d’you really think i’m a cheater?!” you shake your head, taken aback by his sudden frustration.

he shouts, “I’VE NEVER CHEATED! NEVER! NOT LIKE FUCK-ASS DEKU WHO DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A QUIRK AND THEN—”

you gently pat his chest as you try to soothe him, “okay, okay, honey, it’s okay. i know you’re not a cheater.” after a few minutes, he calms down (for the most part).

he grunts, “d’you really think i’d do that?” a droplet of his spit hits your eyebrow. you go to wipe it away but he beats you to it, apologising all the while. you reassure him it's okay as you stroke his well-defined back up and down.

you say softly, “of course not. but if you’re not cheating on me, then what else are you doing? i just don’t understand, suki.” he shakes his head before settling back into the crook of your neck; his resting place.

he murmurs into your hot flesh, “just give me a few days n’ i’ll tell you, alright?” you pull back, cupping his cheeks with your hands while his fingers clench the back of your shirt.

you shake your head, saying, “you can tell me now.”

he huffs, “babe—”

“no,” you cut him off. “tell me now. i deserve to know why you’ve been coming home so late.” he gazes down momentarily as his fingers curl into your shirt even more, close to tearing the fabric with how tight his grip is.

he mumbles, “stubborn brat.”

it’s like something snaps. he releases your shirt from his killer grasp and smirks. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvety red, ring box.

he grabs your wrist and places it in your palm, saying, “that’s the reason.” he gazes at you expectantly, waiting for you to open the box. but you’re in shock.

your wide eyes bore into his narrow ones as you blink dumbly. your lips are slightly parted, open enough for the flies to make a home in your mouth. and they could with how little you’re registering right now. you can’t think or speak or move. all you know is that your long-term partner just placed a ring box in your hand.

katsuki rolls his eyes, attempting to hide the pain in his expression as you continue staring at him. he huffs, “well, are you gonna open it or not?”

you nod, your mouth awfully dry. you seal your lips as you shakily open the box. inside is the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. leaves protrude from the band and petals encircle a bright ruby glistening in the golden living room light; a rose. your gaze flickers up to him before switching back to the ring, and then back up to him.

you stutter, “a-are y-you, u-um, a-ask-asking m-me t-too—”

“yes,” he says solemnly. “you’re everything to me, baby. s-so, yea, will you be my wife?” you nod furiously. smirking, he takes the little box from your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. all the tension pent up in his body dissipates as he embraces you once more.

you squeeze his slutty waist tight as you begin tearing up, trying to process that your boyfriend just became your fiancé. katsuki sweetly kisses your forehead before resting his against yours.

he mutters, “i don’t tell you how much i love you enough. clearly like fuck. i fuckin’ love you, baby girl. more than you’ll ever know.”

a/n: link to the engagement ring design here (please lmk if it doesn't work); just imagine that it's a ruby and not a diamond.

their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter seven: how the tables have turned

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — hurt/comfort, fluff, denki plays you a song, cuddles n kisses with katsuki, smau + fic, 3.7k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + texts from eiji are from izuku's pov

fic underneath smau

It feels like that moment all those weeks ago when you first arrived at your alpha’s residence. But since then, so much has changed.

As the car rolls to a stop, you stare out the window. You take in the sight of the jet-black gate, trees swaying overhead, and the sun’s blistering rays. You feel Midoriya shift next to you, his eyes watching and waiting for you to move. You spare him a glance and a small grin before hopping out of the car.

As soon as your feet hit the pavement, the gate is sliding across with a quiet hum. You lock eyes with red ones and see the radiance of his tanned skin in the afternoon light. You shut the car door behind you and begin walking towards him, Midoriya by your side.

The redhead meets you two. He breathes out, “Hey.” You give him a small smile.

“Hey, Eijiro,” you say quietly. Midoriya stands beside you, looking between the two of you awkwardly.

You turn and look up at him, saying, “I’ll be fine. Thanks for dropping me back. I’ll see you around?”

He nods sheepishly and Eijiro shakes his hand. The redhead thanks Midoriya for taking care of you. With one last smile at the both of you, broccoli boy leaves. You observe him drive away and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

Once he’s out of sight, you turn your attention to the alpha in front of you. He looks down at you and sighs.

He says, “I’m sorry, baby. I really am.” You shake your head and place your finger on your lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. Your manliest man opens his mouth to speak again but you reach up and cover it; his words come out muffled.

You say, “Let’s go inside.” You remove your hand from his full lips, your palm slightly damp from the heat of his breath.

He starts walking towards the gate and you follow him past it. He shuts it behind you two before trailing behind you to the house. You inhale the scent of your alphas, so strong and mixed. Something sweet, earthy, tangy, spell-binding.

You’ve missed this.

Eijiro opens the front door for you and you thank him as you head inside.

“So,” he starts as he slips on his house shoes. “Are you okay?” You hum in response.

He continues, “Do you wanna talk about it?” You step up onto the platform and start walking down the entrance hall, giving him no response. It’s not that you don’t want to talk about it. You just don’t want to talk about it yet. He follows close behind you.

You’re passing the living room when you hear rustling from inside. A twang of guitar strings. You stop immediately. You look at Eijiro wide-eyed before sliding the living room door open. You peep inside, golden eyes meeting yours.

“Denki?” You say, confused. He’s sitting on the floor, his back resting against the kotatsu and yellow guitar in his lap. Cords flow from his guitar somewhere off to the side. He laughs nervously and avoids your gaze. You tip-toe towards him, careful not to trip on any of the cords.

“What’re you doing?” You say as you sit in front of him.

He stutters, “U-um, well, I’m gonna p-play you a song. Y-yea.” You watch with wide eyes as he strums the guitar strings. You’re enraptured by the way his fingers move and the song's rhythm.

he only distraction is the heat of Eijiro’s body beside you once he sits down. You listen intently as Denki plays. It’s bright and slow yet powerful. You’re enchanted by his abilities.

When he finishes, you clap and exclaim, “That was so good! I didn’t know you could play like that.” He rubs his neck as he looks down.

“It was inspired by you,” he says quietly, flicking one of his guitar strings.

“What?” You breathe out in shock. You? You inspired his song? Your mind ceases to function as normal. ERROR ERROR ERROR. His words play on-loop in your mind. It was inspired by you.

Denki shrugs and gazes at you finally. He can see the confusion plastered on your face.

He nods and says, “You’re a great muse, you know?” You shake your head. You don’t know. You’re a great muse is added to the frenzy of your thoughts. You take a deep breath in and will yourself to calm down.

You ask quietly, “I’m a great muse?” The blond nods enthusiastically. He sets his guitar on the kotatsu behind him. When he turns back around, he gives you a cheeky grin.

The redhead from beside you pipes up, “You mean a lot to us, y/n. And we’re really sorry about keeping info from you. We hope that you’ll choose to stay with us and forgive us, someday.” You look down at your lap as you feel the lump swell in your throat and tears well in your eyes. You whine. The sound has the two alphas looking back and forth between you and each other, confused.

The emotions overflow and so do your tears.

Mindlessly, you grab onto Eijiro’s shirt and curl into his chest. The intimacy of your touch has his red eyes wide and jaw slack. He quickly recovers and wraps his arms around you, one motioning for Denki to get in on the action.

The blond approaches tentatively and places a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head and gaze up at him with teary eyes. His soft puppy eyes make you cry harder, and you shift out of Eijiro’s gentle hold to cling onto Denki.

You don’t mean to be so goddamn sensitive, but you can’t help it. They’re your alphas, and even though their actions have hurt you, you care about them so much. You love being with them even though they drive you insane sometimes. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Your sadness connects to something deep within Denki’s heart, and as the minutes pass by, he finds himself becoming as upset as you are. He holds onto you tight as the tears trickle down his face, creating a wet patch on your shoulder. You don’t notice until you hear him quietly sobbing just beneath your ear.

You nuzzle the side of his face with your nose and he tilts his head to gaze into your eyes. Glassy reflects glassy and you smile at him sadly before returning to your cuddle. Eijiro rubs your back. His touch is so warm and soothing, you relax beneath it even as your chest heaves.

You continue holding each other until you calm down. The sunbeams stream through the light curtains of the living room, casting a warm glow on your bodies. You pull back from Denki’s grasp, your hands on either side of his face as you look at him. You wipe away any stray tears from beneath his golden eyes and he does the same for you.

After a moment, you rest your forehead on his and close your eyes. You breathe slowly and gently while Denki shoots Eijiro a panicked look.

Fortunately, you miss Eijiro’s thumbs up and silent encouragement as Denki removes his hand from your cheek and starts motioning to the redhead to shut whatever the hell is happening down. Your pretty lips are far too close to his right now and he’s not ready for them to invade his personal space any further.

You whine softly and your brows furrow as Denki gestures particularly enthusiastically, the movement causing your bodies to rock ever-so-slightly. You whisper his name and suddenly, all of his attention is back on you. At this moment, he realises just how fucking tightly you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

“What is it?” Denki means to say sweetly but it comes out as a nervous squeak. A grin spreads across your lips upon hearing him.

You sniffle before asking him teasingly, “What’s wrong? You seem on edge.” He short circuits not only within himself but the entire house. The living room light stops working, as does every other object powered by electricity in the house. You pull back from him and call his name, but he’s got the dumbest look on his face (you know the one I’m talking about).

Eijiro gently squeezes your shoulder and you turn to look at him. You gesture to the blissed-out expression Denki’s wearing and Eijiro shrugs.

“He does that sometimes,” the redhead smirks. He nods his head to the side, gesturing for you to come over to him. You obey, leaving Denki where he is and climbing onto Eijiro’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his masculine scent. It puts you at ease and has you purring in his arms.

He chuckles before returning your purr with one of his own. He strokes your hair with care and rubs circles on your back. You could fall asleep from how relaxed you are right now.

“Baby,” he coos softly. You tilt your head back and stare back at him, a small smile on your lips.

About now, Denki has come to. He groans as the light flickers back on and rubs his face with his hand. When he looks up, he sees you and Eijiro locked in a slow kiss. The blond pouts and calls out, “Hey!”

Eijiro pulls back from your lips. His hand cups the back of your neck and holds you close to him as he looks back at an upset Denki.

“Hey,” the redhead smirks.

Denki whines, “You stole my kiss, bro!”

Eijiro chuckles low, “Not my fault you short-circuited, now is it?” The blond groans. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you out of Eijiro’s grasp. Denki sets a wide-eyed you down on his lap and sticks his tongue out at Eijiro.

“It’s my turn now!” The blond exclaims. You laugh at his enthusiasm and tilt your head back to look at him. You gently kiss his jaw with a grin. The softness of your lips has Denki bordering on malfunctioning again. You chuckle at how cute he is and brush the tip of his nose with your own. In a brave move, he closes the gap between you by pressing his full lips to yours.

You moan quietly into his mouth as your hand cups the back of his head, pulling him further down to you. The kiss is short and sweet as Denki is far too nervous for anything more (like about to shit himself kinda nerves rn). He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours momentarily, his eyes closed. Once he opens them, he stares into yours. You give him a quick peck before shifting in his lap and looking back at Eijiro.

The rest of your afternoon is spent talking with the boys. You’re strumming Denki’s guitar the way he’s shown you when Hanta comes home. Seeing you on the floor makes his heart pound. You’re finally home. He gives you a big cuddle, apologises some more to you, and admires your mark, which is healing well. Hanta joins you in sitting all together on the floor, poking fun and saying whatever comes to your mind.

As the evening wears on, you all migrate to the kitchen. Hanta and Eijiro are busy making dinner while you and Denki sit at the kitchen table. Seeing your wandering eyes, your golden boy informs you that Katsuki will be on patrol until 9pm. This information makes you pout. You yearn to see him after last night. Not having him here didn’t feel right, especially since you’ve made up with the other boys now.

When dinner is ready, Denki jumps up and helps set up the table. You want to help as well, but he insists that you stay seated and allow your alphas to take care of you. You chuckle at his chivalry and abide by his wishes (for now, anyway).

You all take your usual spots and eat dinner together. The meal tastes good and you let the boys know that you like it. And you swear you do like it. But, part of you greatly misses Katsuki’s cooking. It’s been too long (it’s been four days) since you’ve tasted his fluffy rice, tender salmon, and perfectly chewy fish balls. You have to stop yourself from moaning mid-bite as you reminisce about your stubborn and protective chef-alpha.

Next time you see him, you just wanna grab his cheekies and pepper his face in aggressive kisses. Ahem. You mean that the next you see him, you want him to be on his knees begging for your forgiveness… and then youjustwannagrabhischeekiesandpepperhisfaceinaggressivekisses.

After dinner, you offer to help with the dishwashing but are again rejected. Accepting defeat, you follow Hanta and Eijiro out of the kitchen, leaving a stuttering blond with the mountain of plates and pots and pans from tonight’s cooking.

You thank them for taking such good care of you before you go your separate ways. As you shut your bedroom door behind you, you sigh. You flop down on your bed and whine and roll around in the comfy blankets. You grab your phone and open Tumblr. You scroll for a while but stop once you hear the front door click open.

The second it thuds shut, you’re up on your feet. You sprint from your room. The thumps of your footsteps have an already-tired Katsuki on alert. He whips around, expecting a fucking boar or something to be charging at him. But then he sees you.

You run down the couple of steps and jump into his arms. Your sudden appearance has him reacting on instinct. He bundles you up in his arms and holds you tight. You breathe in each other’s scents, and his warmth makes you sigh despite how clammy his skin is.

After a few moments, he sets you back down. You can’t resist the temptation in front of you. Grabbing his cheeks, you plant hard kisses all over his face, from his sweaty forehead to his soot-stained cheeks and, finally, his awaiting pink lips. You melt into his embrace as he pulls you flush against his solid body. Your kiss is passionate, with both parties excited that this moment has finally come and eager for so much more.

He groans as you tilt your head back and tug his roots. Your back arches as he kisses you harder, a moan sliding from your mouth into his. He nips harshly at your lower lip, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The sound sets him alight. He pulls away from you quickly and pushes you back as his hands spark.

With big eyes, you gaze up at him as you wipe your spit-stained lips with the back of your hand. Katsuki looks to the side, avoiding your gaze as he wipes his hands on his black track pants. He then walks past you and puts his house slippers on, muttering a low “Sorry.” You turn around and grab his wrist, confining him to the entryway (he lets you do so).

“What?” He mumbles as he faces you. You pout as you stare up at him with furrowed brows. You let go of his wrist to fold your arms beneath your chest. The position pushes your braless breasts up slightly which does not go unnoticed by the frowning alpha.

You say annoyed, “I couldn’t hear you.” You take a step closer to him and continue, “It sounded like you said ‘sorry’ but I don’t know.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

When he looks back at you, he says between tight teeth, “I’m sorry.” You cup your ear with one hand, leaning the side of your head toward him.

“What?” You ask loudly. He mumbles something beneath his breath. “I can’t hear you,” you say in that voice used by camp rangers or at sports carnivals when all the kids are supposed to chant louder in response.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he sighs, “For fuck’s sake I’m sorry, alright? You happy now?” You shake your head as a pout returns to your lips.

“You don’t sound very sorry,” you say, frowning. He grunts and takes his hands out of his pockets. He grabs your upper arms and pulls you back into his chest. You whine at the force he uses as your head collides with his bazongas. He wraps his arms around you and sways you gently from side to side while his hand caresses your hair.

You try to push him away, but he continues to hold you. You whimper his name as you slap his chest. He doesn’t even flinch at the pressure. You continue to try and escape his awfully muscular arms but relinquish control after a few more unsuccessful attempts.

Katsuki mutters into your hair, “I’m sorry, y/n.” He hugs you even tighter for a moment before easing up a bit. “Fuck,” he grunts out. He pulls back and cups your cheeks, tilting your head back to look into your eyes. You whine at the sad look in his sharp, crimson eyes.

He continues, “M’just so fucking bad with my words, baby. You know, yea?” You nod as you bite the side of your lip. His eyes dart to the soft flesh, and he licks his own hungrily. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours, your noses brushing.

“Wish I could show ya,” he sighs and kisses you so delicately. You moan into his lips as he angles your head just the way he wants.

You two stand there for who knows how long, kissing and whispering to each other and kissing again. At some point, Katsuki picks you up and leads you to the bathroom. He sets you down just outside the door and tells you to get ready for bed.

You beam up at him, “Why?” He plants a kiss on your forehead and then one on your nose before saying, “’Cause you’ll be sleeping with me tonight.” You nod excitedly, no objections entering your mind whatsoever, and watch him walk down the hallway.

You do as he says, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare routine before scampering off to your bedroom and changing into your favourite t-shirt of his (skulls💪💪💪🧎🧎🤭).

You walk nervously to his room as the panic sets in. Okay, so you’re sleeping together tonight. But did he mean sleeping or sleeping wink wink? You pray that he meant the former as you slide his door open. You find the room to be empty.

Eternally grateful, you exhale the breath you’ve been holding in and wander around his room. Like earlier today, you feel a sense of deja vu as you look at his All Might posters and figurines.

But this time when the door slides open, you’re greeted with a half-naked Katsuki. The towel wrapped around his hips shifts lower as he walks over to a dresser in the corner. You gulp and stand there, staring at his ripped-back muscles and delicious shoulders and the little dimples above his ass like some kind of pervert... No comment.

He catches a glimpse of you in the mirror as he opens the first draw. A short chuckle tears from his throat as he makes out the drool beginning to drip from the corner of your mouth.

Pulling out a pair of trunks and throwing them over his broad shoulder, he barks out, “The fuck you lookin’ at you little perv?” You blink in shock. When did he notice you? You think. And how long has he watched you stare at him so lewdly?

He smirks as your jaw slackens and more spit drips from the corner of your mouth. You catch his red eyes, but their colour doesn’t compare to the heat bubbling in your cheeks. You look down, thoroughly ashamed of your ogling.

Upon closing your mouth, you feel the wetness pooling at the edge of your lips. You wipe up your drool, even more embarrassed than you originally were. You turn around in your shame, determined not to embarrass yourself any further.

Katsuki stares at you in the mirror as he drops his towel and changes into his trunks. By the time you turn back around, he’s flicking off the lights and climbing into bed. He grunts at you to “Get over ‘ere” and you comply, pulling back his covers and lying down promptly. He pulls the covers up to your chin and pulls you into his chest.

His hands grab at your shirt as he mumbles in your locks, “Been lookin’ for this.” You giggle and tilt your head up, placing a kiss on his sharp jaw. He groans at your affection and wraps his arms around you tighter.

You mumble into his neck, “Did you eat?”

You can hear his smirk as he says, “’Course I did since you were taking so fucking long in the bathroom.” You whine and wriggle, causing him to grunt.

He traps your legs in his as he chuckles, “Probably could’ve bought another house while you were in there.” You hum in response.

“So you own this house?” You ask him, curiosity evident in your tone. He hums and plants a soft kiss on the shell of your ear.

He says low, “What’d you expect? These extras are just freeloaders.” You laugh, your breath fanning across his skin. You two talk for a little longer until you feel your eyes become droopy.

You whisper, “Hey, Suki.” He hums, waiting for you to continue. “Will you purr for me?” He chuckles at your request, but the sound doesn’t have its usual harshness. It’s light and carefree. He squeezes you tight and draws the covers up slightly more before the soothing vibrations begin in his chest. You moan and purr, snuggling even closer to him.

Katsuki watches you fall asleep. All of these emotions are flooding through him. Sweat beads down his neck and pools on his palms; he wipes them on his your shirt. He feels so fucking warm right now, but he doesn’t dare pull away from you because he knows that it’s not just from your body.

Your alpha doesn’t dare to stop purring until you’ve been sleeping for a good while. And even then, he purrs as he falls asleep with his cheek squished against the top of your head.

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truth or dare

shigaraki tomura x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — insistent and unwanted touching from dabi, angst, shiggy keeps freezing up, 4.9k words

It was a typical night at the hideout. You can hear the sounds of the city roaring in the distance from your abandoned cabin in the woods. You are sitting on a chewed-out sofa, legs curled beneath you and head resting on Toga’s shoulder. She sits next to you, a thin blanket strewn over your lap.

On the couch adjacent, Shigaraki and Spinner are playing video games. You watch them with fascination. Well, you watch Shigaraki with fascination. There was something so interesting about the way he was hunched over, the way his blue wavy hair fell over his face so that only his red eyes were visible. His fingers move the controller, their grip relaxed. You like the way he licked his chapped lips every so often.

You are in a daze as you stare at him, the object of your affection, your thoughts. He was the man that you had secretly been in love with ever since you joined the league. Not like you could ever tell him anyway, oh but how you longed to. You remain oblivious to the world around you, solely focusing on him.

You don’t even realise that Dabi has plopped down next to you until Toga shifts back and your head slips down her chest. Blinking away your stupor, you lift yourself up and off her, looking into her golden eyes. She smiles at you as you lean back, your body coming far too close to Dabi’s than you are comfortable with. You turn around quickly to look at him. He gives you a lazy smile before chuckling low, seeing how his closeness freaks you out.

“What’s wrong, doll? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He coos. You laugh nervously, shifting back from him and towards Toga. You don’t dare to tear your gaze away from his. Those icy eyes burning into yours.

He clears his throat and continues, “That’s not very convincing, dear.” He leans over to you, making you fall into Toga. She yelps from behind you but it’s too late, Dabi’s body ghosts yours, the blanket doing nothing to keep him off you. His face is close to yours and you can smell the convenience store ramen you all had for dinner on his breath.

“D-Dabi!” You stutter. Your hands are pressed into the cushions of the couch, head reared back so that you still meet his gaze.

He laughs, “What is it, dollface? Don’t want anyone to catch us?” You move one of your hands to grip Toga’s calf, squeezing it in a silent plea for her to save you from Dabi’s unwanted attention. She gets the message and you watch as she shoves Dabi’s shoulder backwards. The strength of her push is minimal, but he shifts back, those eyes still piercing into you.

She pouts and says, “Dabi, don’t be such a meanie. [Y/n]-chan doesn’t want you right now. She obviously wants me.” Toga wraps her arms around you, hands gripping opposite shoulders. You let out an anxious chuckle, your throat suddenly dry. You break out of her hold and get off the couch, rounding to stare at them, your hands on your hips.

“Come on, guys. It’s not funny!” You say. Your brows are knit together, teeth grinding as you watch them laugh at you.

Dabi chuckles, “It’s pretty funny, darling.” Toga slaps his arm lightly as she giggles. The wrinkles only deepen on your forehead as they continue to laugh and make fun of you for how sensitive you are. You can’t help it! You know that Shigaraki could care less about what’s going on between all of you if anything was going on at all. But you wanted to make sure that if he was suddenly paying attention, you would seem as single as possible, ripe for the taking. You huff in frustration as your fellow villains collect themselves.

A warm hand grasps your shoulder and you look up to see Sako, still in his villain costume as always. He looks down at you all from beneath his mask and sighs, “What are you up to now? Giving [y/n] trouble again, huh?” Toga giggles as she shakes her head vigorously to the side. Dabi seems unfazed, stretching himself out on the couch, that lazy smile on his mismatched lips one more.

“They were,” you say, pouting as you look up at Sako. He gives you a reassuring smile before scolding Dabi and Toga playfully. You all end up back on the couch, laughing and arguing and then laughing again as the night passes.

It’s getting pretty late now, but you’re not tired yet. Your gaze wanders over to Shigaraki more often than you’d like to admit, seeing him still focused on playing his game.

You’re on the verge of spacing out again, your mind getting carried away by all of these thoughts of him, when Toga squeals, “Why don’t we play a game?” She squeezes your arm and shakes you in her sudden excitement. “Oh oh! Let’s play truth or dare.”

She smiles wide, staring at all of you. Dabi laughs derisively as he says, “Yea, that game is for losers.”

Toga pokes her tongue out at him, retorting, “You’re scared of what happened last time we p—”

“Okay, shut up!” He says harshly, giving the bubbly girl before him a dangerous look.

You chuckle, remembering how the last time you all played truth or dare, Dabi got dared to wear an ‘#1 Endeavor Fan’ cap into a gas station and lost his shit, almost setting the entire place alight, when the man behind the desk commented on it. It had been diabolically hilarious at the time, and you were about to erupt into a fit of laughter thinking about how much Dabi seemed to despise Endeavor. Part of you is curious whether Dabi really hates all pro heroes that much or if it’s just an Endeavor thing, as it seems to be an Endeavor-only thing.

Sako pats Dabi’s knee, earning him a glare from the younger man. He says, “Well, you kids have fun. I’m going to bed now.” He stands up and bows to you before leaving the room. You watch him leave and with a smile, you turn back to Dabi and Toga who are bickering over playing truth or dare.

You say, “Let’s ask Spinner and Shiggy if they wanna play.” Toga nods furiously while Dabi glares at both of you with narrow eyes. You smile at them and get off the couch, heading over to where Spinner and Shigaraki are sitting. You stand next to Spinner, eyeing him and then Shigaraki nervously. They don’t seem to notice your presence until Spinner huffs and throws down his controller.

“Every time,” he sighs. You are beginning to think that maybe now isn’t the best time and begin to back away slowly when Spinner notices you.

“Oh, [y/n]. What is it?” He asks.

You smile at him and say, “Uh well, Toga and I wanna play truth or dare, and so we were wondering if you two wanted to play as well.” You’re fiddling with your hands behind your back as you watch Spinner turn and nudge Shigaraki. The blue-haired man seems confused like he’s been snapped out of a daze with the movement.

“What?” He says, his voice flat and uninterested.

Spinner elbows him and points to you, saying, “[Y/n] asked if you wanted to play truth or dare.” Shigaraki sighs, finally tearing his gaze from the TV. He lowers his controller to his lap as he looks at you. His gaze is bored yet it has you internally screaming. You feel like he knows. Like he can see how nervous he makes you and ultimately, knows that you have a fatal crush on him. Was he just being nice by not saying anything? You think. You can feel your face heating up, cheeks reddening, as his eyes linger on you. And then he looks away.

“No,” he murmurs. He raises his controller and resumes the game, once again ignorant of your presence.

Spinner sighs and says, “I’ll play.”

You giggle, “Yay!” Toga claps from her spot on the other mangled couch seeing Spinner coming over with you.

In the end, you, Toga, Spinner, and Dabi end up playing truth or dare. Shigaraki was still going at his video game across the living room as you all sat on the floor in a circle, staring at each other with cautious eyes. You had been playing for a few rounds now and nothing too crazy had happened so far. At the moment, it was Toga’s go.

“Dabi,” she says, locking eyes with him. “Truth or dare?” He stares at her, clearly still hesitant to pick ‘dare’ since it was Toga who gave him the Endeavor-cap dare last time. After 30 seconds or so, she whines, “Come on, Dabiiii. Just pick one.”

Dabi grumbles “truth” which makes you all laugh.

Once all of you calm down, Toga asks, “Out of everyone in the room, who would survive a zombie apocalypse?” Dabi sighs and pinches his nose bridge. Toga giggles as you wait for his response.

At last, he sighs, “Not you, vampire. Probably Jin—”

“Jin’s not in the room, silly!” She squeals.

Dabi groans, “Still not you.” He looks around the room, seeming to assess each one of you including your boss in the back for your zombie apocalypse survival skills. He finally says, “You Spinner because you look like one.”

“Ha ha very funny,” Spinner drawls.

You shake your head and say, “He doesn’t even, Dabi. Stop being a dick.”

“When am I not?” He chuckles, the sound sudden and short. You roll your eyes at him and lean back, your back hurting from slouching over your knees.

Toga chimes in, “Okay, okay, your turn Dabi!” You look back at him, seeing him grinning at you like he was up to no good.

He says, “[Y/n]. Truth or dare?” You can hear the challenge in his voice, daring you to be bold and to pick the latter. You usually picked ‘truth’ (boring👎) but this time, you were feeling a little adventurous.

You say with a smirk, “Dare.” The look Dabi gives you tells you that you have made the wrong decision.

He grins wide as he says, “I dare you to kiss one person in this room.” Your jaw drops and your eyes widen as you stare at him. The room has gone silent. You can’t even hear the clicking of Shigaraki’s controller. Your mind is whirring with a million thoughts. You berate yourself for being so dumb and falling into his trap. ‘Trap’ because obviously, you’re supposed to kiss him. You and Spinner were just friends, Shigaraki wasn’t playing, and Toga… Well…

“Toga,” you say frantically as you look at her. She shakes her head. “But—”

“Sorry, [y/n]. My kisses are reserved right now,” she says pouting.

“For who?!” Your eyes are wild and the pitch of your voice is high. You stare at her in complete and utter confusion as she giggles.

“It’s a secret,” she says coyly. She leans over to you from across the circle, her hand cupping your ear as she whispers into it, “Do you think I can still see Izu-chan tonight?” You scowl and pull back, glaring at her. The fact that Izuku had won her affections just by being cute and bloodied up, and you hadn’t— It didn’t mean much to you usually as that wasn’t how you felt about Toga. But right now, when you needed her ambiguous sexuality the most and you couldn’t take advantage of it!

“Fine,” you huff as you sit back. You catch sight of Dabi’s smirk and you just know that things weren’t going to work out well.

“Looks like you’re all out of options, doll face,” Dabi coos. His grin widens, grinding your gears.

You pout as you say, “I’m not gonna kiss you, Dabi.”

He groans, “Don’t be such a brat, [y/n]. It’s just a dare.”

Unfortunately, you two are seated next to each other and without warning, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him. You let out a squeal, feeling like the fun and games have gone too far. Maybe that’s how it felt for Dabi last time, you think.

“Dabi!” You shriek. Your hands are on his chest, trying to push him away from you. But you’re easily overpowered by his strength, and soon, you’re nestled in his lap. You look down at him with big, frightened eyes and pouty lips. You liked Dabi, sure. He was your… friend? Your fellow league member. But you had no romantic or sexual interest in him, and the last thing you wanted to do while your crush was in the room was kiss another man.

His hand is at the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his. You clamp your eyes shut and lips into a hard line, hoping that it will all stop. You feel his nose brush against yours and you let out a small whine. You’re trying to mentally prepare yourself for what’s about to happen when—

“Dabi,” Shigaraki says, his tone cold. Not flat. Cold. The same cold it always was when he became annoyed. You open one eyelid and then the other, seeing your crush standing behind Toga, looking down at you two. You take this opportunity to get away from Dabi. He grunts as you scamper off him and run and hide Shigaraki. Your hands grip his arm as your body ghosts his. You can feel how his muscles tense beneath your touch.

You peek out from behind Shigaraki, seeing how he stares Dabi down. You gulp nervously, unsure of what to do or say.

Shigaraki says between tight teeth, “She doesn’t want to kiss you.” You watch as Dabi scoffs and rolls his eyes.

He retorts, “Yea well, you’re not much better, freak.” You can see just how hard Shigaraki is clutching his jaw, the veins popping out from beneath his dry skin.

It’s only a few moments before he turns around to look at you. Your hands fall from his arm as he moves. Those red eyes stare down at you. Within them, you can see his internal conflict. You can tell that right now he’s overthinking, wondering whether you want to kiss him, whether you’re repulsed by the monster he believes he is, whether you want to run away from him or cry or scream.

You shake your head and say his name quietly. The sound of it leaving your lips draws his eyes down to your mouth. His tongue darts out across his dry lips and you wonder whether he’s kissed anyone before. 

You shift closer to him, testing the waters. He’s frozen, unable to move. His mind can’t form a coherent thought with you so close to him. You begin to think that this was a mistake, slowly shifting back to put some space between you when you gasp.

Shigaraki’s hand grips your bicep, holding it firmly. His mouth is open slightly and he looks like he’s going to say something, but no words come out. You nod, urging him to go on, but he can’t. He physically just can’t. He feels like he’s going to ruin everything right now. He keeps thinking that he’ll slip up and suddenly, you’ll be gone. Nothing more than ashes floating and falling in the breeze. The room is suddenly stifling and he can barely breathe.

You bite the side of your lower lip subconsciously as you gaze into his eyes. You can’t take the silence anymore. You can’t handle not knowing how he feels or what he wants, especially at this moment.

You whisper, “Shiggy. If you’re going to kiss me then just kiss me, please.”

You fail to realise that Toga is leaning over to you two from her spot on the floor, craning her neck up so that she can hear what you’re saying. But your voice is so quiet, she can’t catch it. She looks back at Dabi and Spinner and shakes her head, pouting and shrugging.

Shigaraki clears his throat, gently pulling you by the arm closer to him. You’re obedient, your body shifting to press against his. The hardness of him beneath his thin, black shirt shocks you. Your [e/c] eyes are huge and round as they stare up into Shigaraki’s. Your breathing is hitched, the reality of this all dawning on you. You are really about to kiss him! The man you’ve been obsessing over since day one. Who you’ve been trying to get close to all this time. He’s drawing you in, holding you in his hands, slowly leaning down. Your faces are getting nearer and nearer.

Your noses brush and you close your eyes, feeling his hair tickling your forehead. You can feel his chapped lips brush yours. A feeling that you’ve imagined far too many times. One that feels much better in real life than it did in your dreams. As his lips finally press against yours, you sigh.

The kiss is slow and soft, either party unsure of how things should proceed. Locked between your lips were far too many emotions left unsaid. Your hands tightened into fists, grabbing onto his long sleeve while his hands remained on your arms.

You pulled him further down, pressing your lips harder into his. Shigaraki’s eyes open wide and they stare down at you in shock. He freezes up, wishing that he could just decay himself in this moment. He was embarrassing himself beyond repair right now with how stiff he was.

Feeling him tense up, you pull away. Your eyes flutter open and you see his bulging out of their sockets; the redness at the top of his ears and pink dusting of his sallow cheeks is noticed. You gulp nervously, screaming at yourself in your mind for going too far. And now you’ve made things awkward. You want to burst into tears seeing how uncomfortable he is right now.

A whine escapes your throat as you step back, Shigaraki letting you go with ease. You look down at the rest of the league on the floor, their eyes curious (Dabi’s narrow) at what has just occurred in the living room. You look back up at Shigaraki, his hand outstretched mid-air towards you. His mouth is slightly open once more as he stares at you.

You run off, racing up the stairs to your bedroom. Your footsteps thud down the hall, and you don’t care if you wake anyone up (probably Jin, as he’s such a light sleeper). Once you make it to your bedroom, you swing the door open and then slam it shut. You plonk face-first down onto your bed and start to sob uncontrollably. The sadness wrecks through your body, leaving you gasping and trembling into your thin, blood-stained quilt.

Meanwhile, Shigaraki stands there, unmoving, as he processes what just happened. Toga gets up and stands next to him. She leans over and waves her hand in front of her face, saying, “Shigaraki-kun, are you okay?”

Shigaraki still stands there, replaying the memory of you running out. The look on your face, the glassiness of your doe eyes. It hurts him in a way that he hasn’t been hurt in a very long time.

At some point, things began to feel numb, the hatred and rage blending. But since you had come into his life, you had made him feel all of these foreign emotions. You had brought light into his life with your sweet laugh and teasing. You had come to mean so much more to him than he ever thought you would. And watching you stumble out, away from him, running from him. That was a pain unlike any other. To know that he had made you feel uncomfortable, unwanted, rejected even, was so much worse than any kind of repulsion you could have felt for him.

With all eyes on him, he walked out of the room and up the stairs. His pace was even but his heart and mind were racing. He could hear the sick slosh of his blood gushing in his ears once he stopped at your door. The sounds of your sobs clear over his panic. He knocked on the door, the skin taut, almost splitting across his knuckles.

You pushed yourself up, hearing the knock on the door. You felt so defeated that you couldn’t even sit up, let alone open the door for whoever it was. It's not like you wanted to see anyone anyway. All you wanted right now was to wallow in your pain and sadness, in the grief that the man you had come to… love… didn’t feel the same about you. How could he? You had felt the way he froze up. There was no way that he liked you. Not even a little bit. If he did, he wouldn’t have reacted like that, right?

You heard someone rap on the door again. This time, the sound was louder. You sniffled and sighed into your quilt, groaning out, “Come in.” The words were muffled by your blankets but the door pushed open and heavy footsteps shuffled against the wooden floorboards.

You whimpered, “Dabi, I-I swear if that’s you, I’m going to break your fu—”

“[Y/n].”

You push yourself up and sit back. Turning your head to the side, you see those red eyes trained on you. You let out a whine before burying yourself back into your blankets, crying even harder into them.

What did he want? You think. To see how much he hurt you? To tease you for being ‘too sensitive’? For fuck’s sake, of course, you were sensitive. This was the man you had been ogling every chance you got since you met. The man whose words you would write down in your journal to savour the memory of him talking (bonus points if it was to you).

“[Y/n],” he repeats. You can feel the edge of your bed dip with his weight. You (somehow) cry even harder into your bed, your body shaking like a dog that had been left out on a freezing, winter night. You felt like a dog that had been left out on a winter night, too. Your love was unrequited. You felt abandoned. Your legs are curled up, your body in a foetus position as you air out your sorrows.

You gasp and choke on your sobs as you feel a hand squeeze your ankle.

Shigaraki’s hand.

His grip is loose, touch warm. You’re gasping and sniffling and coughing as you feel his fingers trail across the delicate skin, dipping to your Achilles tendon and then back over the bone of your ankle, drawing small circles on your flesh. The movement was slow and soothing. It helps you quiet down so that now, you’re only sniffling and hiccuping every couple of minutes. Your hands clench your quilt in tiny fists as you focus on breathing.

Shigaraki says softly, “I’m sorry.” You gasp as you strain to hear his next words that are barely audible. “For ruining everything.” You start hiccuping, the sobs picking back up at his words. You begin to cry again, feeling even more sad and confused. What did he mean by ‘ruin everything’? You think. Did he mean your relationship as league members? With him as your boss? You didn’t understand. These feelings of helplessness made you cry even more intensely.

The guilt and anguish Shigaraki was feeling only swelled seeing how much he was upsetting you. He was internally shouting at himself, telling himself to leave you alone because he was only making it worse. But for some reason, he wanted to lay down beside you and hold you, cuddle with you until you told him everything that was on your mind.

He wanted to listen to you yap away. He wanted you to scream at him and be angry with him, to tell him how awful of being he was, how much you hated him, how much he disgusted you. The last thing he wanted was to see you like this. Your beautiful soul crushed as you cried and cried.

His hand left your ankle and came to stroke your hair as he leaned over your trembling frame. You looked up through teary eyes to see him staring down at you, the look in his eyes a mixture of sadness and anger and something else… hatred. Not for you but for himself and how badly he hurt you.

You turn and lie on your back. Still sniffling, you look up at Shigaraki with those big, teary eyes. You choke on your breath. His hand gently cups your cheek, thumb brushing over the wetness of your tears.

Shigaraki sighs, “I’m just making it worse.” You shake your head, hiccuping. Your fingers wrap around his wrist. You can feel the beat of his pulse, the heat of his touch.

You sniffle as you say, “Sh-Shiggy, I-I don’t under-understand.” You choke on your sobs, unable to continue.

What he does next shocks you. Shigaraki leans over your body and props himself up on his elbows as his hands cup your cheeks. His face is close to yours. You hiccup, your lips trembling as you press them together. He leans down and kisses your forehead with shy lips, your nose brushing against his jaw.

The feeling of his dry lips, their cracked surface, on your sweaty skin has you hyperventilating through your sniffles. He pulls back but instead of giving you space to breathe, he presses his forehead to yours. His fingers tangle in your locks as they push your messy hair back from your angelic face. Even now, with cheeks and eyes puffy, nose red and snotty, you are still the most beautiful woman Shigaraki has ever seen.

You are the only woman he has ever desired.

You shut your eyes, allowing stray tears to fall as you bask in the feeling of Shigaraki so close to you. You wish that your nose wasn’t so blocked so that you could smell his musk. You wish that you would stop hiccuping and choking out sobs because you feel like you’re being too loud and ruining the moment.

But Shigaraki doesn’t think that at all. He wants to hear it. He wants to see your pain. And he doesn’t ever want to forget it. He wants to add it to the vault of hatred and anger locked within him. Fuel for the fire forever blazing in his mind and body.

“Sh-Shiggy,” you mumble, your voice thick with sorrow. He hums in response, his eyes opening slowly and gazing into yours. You realise that it’s now or never. And so you resolve to say it. You resolve to tell him how you feel.

“Sh-Shiggy. I’m-I’m sorry.” He shushes you but you press on. “Sh-Shiggy,” you whine. You pause and take a deep breath. Exhaling, you admit, “I love you.”

You tilt your head back, nose brushing his as you get a good look at his blood-red eyes. They’re wide with shock as they stare down at you. If things weren’t ruined before, then they were ruined now.

You two are quiet for the next few minutes. You’re determined to hear what Shigaraki has to say on the matter. And Shigaraki doesn’t have a clue how to respond. He feels like he’s malfunctioning, short-circuiting at hearing those words slip from your swollen lips. He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out.

You’re so close to bursting into tears again when he finally mutters, “Don’t-don’t be sorry, dummy. Just-I.” You whimper hearing that. His eyes widen again and he stumbles over his words, “Don’t cry-I just-look it’s n-not-I—”

“Sh-Shiggy, please,” you whine. “Please just-just.” You can feel the tears coming on.

Shigaraki smashes his lips onto yours, kissing you roughly and messily. His teeth gnash yours far too many times as you cry into the kiss, your hands clutching his blue locks at the roots. Your body is shaking but it doesn’t matter because he holds you.

He holds you, he steadies you, he takes your breath and your sorrow away with his lips.

Once he pulls away, your hands wrap around his neck and you nuzzle your face into him. He flips you over so that you’re lying at his side, your body instinctively curled into his. You continue to sob into the crook of his neck. His hands rub your back and your arm as he mutters to you how sorry he is for making you feel like this.

He mumbles into the top of your head, “You have every right to be angry with me. Hate me. Take it out on me.” You shake your head vigorously, earning a grumble from him. With all of your remaining strength, you push yourself up. Your nose ghosts his as you look into his eyes.

“I l-love you, Shiggy.” You lean in closer, saying on his lips, “I love you.” You gently kiss him, moaning into the feeling of it.

You know that he wouldn’t be doing this for just anyone. And the thought that maybe he felt something for you other than loathing kept you hooked on his lips and the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

spider monkey

hanta sero x fem!reader⋆｡°✩— college!au (still have quirks), hanta wants to recreate the iconic spiderman kiss with you, fluff, 1.6k words

a/n: for you @bloomstream

With a jangle of your keys, the door to your shared apartment opens. It’s a day like any other. You finished all your classes around 3pm and headed to the library to watch a few missed lectures. Before returning home, you grabbed some takeout from your boyfriend’s favourite noodle place.

And as you step inside, the salty-sweet scent of tender beef stir-fried noodles and miso soup diffusing in the air, you gasp at the utter pigsty before you. Books and couch cushions are scattered about the floor, the coffee table has been propped up against a wall, and there are metres of tape hanging from the ceiling fan.

You mutter in shock, “Oh my god.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see a swathe of black hair and pale skin darting about. With a thud, Hanta lands in front of you in a low crouch.

Rising to his full height, he takes the takeout from your hands and exclaims, “Thanks, babe! Did you get-oh fuck yea!” He leans down and chastely kisses your cheek before heading into the kitchen. Your wide eyes are glued to how perfectly he avoids every obstacle on the floor as he digs through the bag.

You point around your living dishevelled room while stuttering, “U-uh, Hanta, honey. W-what’s going on?” He chuckles warmly as he drops the takeout on the bench and fetches some bowls and cutlery.

He shrugs, “Just testing out my skills, spider monkey.” You take tentative steps toward the kitchen, trying your best to dodge the mess. You’re almost there when you nearly trip on a particularly large cushion. You catch yourself at the last second before you can fall flat on your face (with your heavy-ass fugly backpack on too).

With lightning reflexes, your boyfriend is already next to you, prepared to catch you should you wobble. He steadies you by your forearms, his thin brows furrowed and his full lips slightly pouty.

Hanta asks worriedly, “Are you okay, babe?” You nod and hum reassuringly as you let him guide you to the kitchen unscathed. He squeezes your arm gently before letting go and returning to dishing out your dinner. You lean on the bench with your chest resting on your elbows as you ask him about his day.

Same old, same old. He remarks, “I was actually re-watching Spider-Man.”

You laugh, “Oh yea? How many times is that now? Like 50?” He pushes two bowls toward you, one with your favourite noodles and the other with your soup, and gestures for you to sit down.

The tongs clank beside the sink as he says defensively, “Yea, yea, well… How many times have you rewatched Twilight?” Your mouth falls open, and your hand stills, sauce-slick noodles slipping from your chopsticks.

“Hey!” You call out as he grins cockily and plops down beside you.

“Just saying it like how it is, MJ,” he taunts, his smirk widening as he slurps on miso.

You groan as you pick at your noodles like they have personally offended you, “Will you stop calling me that? My name isn’t MJ.” With a comical gulp, he stares at you for a moment, seeming to assess you in great detail.

Hanta’s slender fingers tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips ghosting your jaw. He finally cups your chin and turns your face toward him, tired eyes roving over your features.

All the cheekiness is gone from his expression as he says seriously, “Is that a new pimple?” You push his hand off as he guffaws.

You groan, “Just shut up and eat your noodles, will you?” His palm slams on the table as he doubles over from laughter, earning an eye roll from you.

You stuff your mouth full of yummy goodness, ignoring his heart-warming chuckles, especially how they melt you from the inside out and take off the edge from a long day at college.

He breathes out, “I-it hurts.”

After swallowing, you lick your lips and frown, “Damn right it should.” You reach for a napkin, but your boyfriend beats you to it. He cups your cheek with one hand and pats your oily lips with the serviette in his other. In return, you thumb his under-eyes, catching all of his stray tears.

He pouts as you draw back, “I’m sorry, babe. I couldn’t resist.” You shake your head.

“I know.” Hanta places the dirty napkin on the bench and releases you, resigned to watch in contentment as you continue eating. After a minute, you gaze at him and see his lazy smile and fond eyes, his cheek squished by the palm he’s resting it on.

With a mouth half full, you say, “What?” He chuckles softly as he shakes his head and turns back to his meal.

He mutters, “Nothing.”

Gulping down your food, you whisper-yell, “Is my pimple really that bad?”

He groans, “No, spider-monkey. I was just admiring my super hot girlfriend, jeez.”

Dabbing your mouth dry, you giggle, “Oh, well then, why didn’t you say so?” He sighs before munching on his noodles. As per usual, he finishes before you and starts cleaning up.

While Hanta’s putting the leftovers in the fridge, he reassures you, “Don’t worry, babe. I’m gonna fix the living room. Right after we kiss.” You nearly choked on your soup.

Coughing a little, you stutter, “W-what?”

He spins around and grins at you confidently, “I saw it today. You know, the iconic kiss scene? I was thinking that we could recreate it.” He stalks over to you and leans against the bench, his arms crossed as he continues, “I mean, I am kinda like Spider-Man, and you’re my MJ.” You roll your eyes and finish off your soup.

You thank your boyfriend while handing him your bowl, and he starts washing the dishes. You take up your rightful place by his side, drying and putting the dishes away once they’ve been cleaned. The rubbery snaps of the gloves cut through the quiet apartment as he yanks them off. He then wraps a strong arm around your shoulders and carefully leads you back to the living room.

Stopping in the middle, he raises his hands, palms facing you as he instructs, “Just stay there, okay?”

You whine, “But Hantaaaa, I’m gonna taste like noodles!” He drops his hands, head cocking to the side as gives you the “Are you being serious right now?” look. You nod and scamper off to the bathroom. You swish around mouthwash and spit it out before running back to him.

You chime whilst your heart pounds in your chest, “Okay, your turn!” He groans like this is the worst possible thing that’s ever happened to him and drags his feet to the bathroom, muttering to himself about how you two kiss all the time with morning breath or after dessert.

When he comes back, there’s a spring in his step. He stops in the hallway and calls out to you to stay right where you are. You nod and obey, slapping your palms on your sides as you wait for him to do his thing.

In the blink of an eye, tape shoots past you as he flies in front of you. You watch in awe as he rapidly jumps around the room, his tape sticking to various objects like the half-emptied bookshelves and couch until he wraps it around the tape-saturated ceiling fan.

You squeal as he covers it in impossibly more tape, “Hanta! You’re gonna break it, oh my god!” Your boyfriend has that cheeky smirk plastered across his face as he lowers himself down to you from the fan, hanging upside down. Your jaw is slack as he dangles right in front of you, his lips perfectly aligned with yours.

He says cockily, “You have a knack for getting in trouble.”

You groan, “Ugghhh Hanta.” You’re tempted to shove him just to see him swing from the ceiling, but you think better of it as you hear your fan creak.

He chuckles, “Fine fine, c’mere, MJ, n’ gimme a kiss.”

Sighing, you grab the sides of his face and tenderly kiss him. His lips are so warm and soft against yours, making you smirk. You knew that chapstick you bought for him last week was so worth it. He grips your hips and tugs you closer to him, making you yelp into his mouth. He swallows the sound whole as you tilt your head, the wet sounds of your kisses filling the air.

Once the ceiling fan groans like it’s on its last straw, you pull back and gaze up at it with wide eyes before looking at your boyfriend.

“Hanta!” You shriek.

He laughs breathily, “I know, I know. ‘M getting down now.”

You two spend the rest of the night cleaning up your living room. Hanta insisted that you sit down and relax, and you tried to really, took a shower, did a face mask and everything. But your poor pookie desperately needed help with ordering his comics by universe and release date. And the entire time, he was yapping off your ear about how cool he is.

Despite your attempts to humble him, you can’t help the smile permanently tattooed across your lips every time you think about your kiss, and more importantly, your very cool boyfriend.

we always talk about dumbification, how he fucks you so good your mind goes blank and sentences become incoherent. but why don't we take a moment to consider him turning into a whimpering, whining, shuddering mess as you ride him.

like imagine big massive muscular daddy alpha towering eijirou and his cute lil gf. him on his knees begging you to let him touch you. who is willingly pinned beneath you, listening to your every command, and letting you have your way with him.

because that's the hottest part. you don't demand his submission, he gives it to you without hesitation.

he whispers in your ear, "you can do whatever you want with me, baby. i'm all yours." and you smirk and shift down his body to suck on his nipples (bonus points if they're pierced).

right think about this massive guy whom everyone expects to be really rough with you in bed, but he's choking back sobs as you clench around him so tight, making him slip over the edge.

the whiny sorry's he chants as he pulls you to his chest, huge cock spurting out creamy ropes inside of you. and then you whisper against the shell of his ear, "mhmm, you did so well f'me, honey. you wanna take a break?"

why do y'all assume that virgins are innocent? as a fellow virgin... i know stuff. i clearly don't have experience with others but i know how it works. and like i'm pretty sure that virgins have done some wack sexual things by themselves cause they haven't done those things with anyone else... or is that just me?

i'm tired of all these fics with a virgin reader where the male lead is like "this is your clit and if i do this, then it feels good". yes, sir, i'm aware of what the CLITORIS is, where it is, and what it does. i'm not a child. you do know that i'm not a child, right?

idk that's what it's giving idk.

i need to write a fic now about "impure" virgin reader if you will x bakugou or some hottie. i hate the concept of purity i really do. and i hate this idea of virginity being "taken", specifically through penetrative sex.

you're not "taking" anything from me because i'm not an object. you can't have my virginity it's not yours.

virginity, in my opinion, is about a lack of sexual experience. it's going to look different for everyone. of course, once you've had sexual experiences then you're no longer a virgin and that's fine. like you don't need to be a virgin to be worthy of love from a man. and if a man cares about how many men you've slept with then he's not a man he's a piece of shit.

like if you're not a heterosexual, your first sexual experiences might not look like penetrative sex and that's okay. why is it that virgin sex fics focus so much on the act of penetration as the key divider between being a virgin and not? it's not that straightforward. and it doesn't matter that much, in my opinion (i'm clearly not religious).

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