This Is So Precious To Me

mini art dump of my recent favs ft fem bkdk

Is it the same reader with mental health issues who divorced Bakugo, but he still hangs around? I'm v curious to know about her

the very same <3

tw: suicide

its... hard for him to explain to his friends and family. Whenever he starts, it makes him seem heartless.

The two of you had been sitting in silence since you had come home, television off, lights dimmed. Dinner was sandwiches from the store downstairs, the only place open so late at night. You picked at the bread, spreading it across your plate instead of in your mouth. His food is long gone, but he sits anyway, silently fuming.

"My throat hurts," you say and the string inside him snaps.

"Yeah. They jammed a fucking tube down your throat, of course it fucking hurts." He pushes away from the table so hard that the plates rattle. There should be a sorrow inside him, or an empathy, but the only thing his brain can produce is this seething rage.

You, on the other hand, give nothing. "Don't yell at me."

"Oh, I'm gonna fucking yell." He paces along the same kitchen that you used to dance in on Satueday mornings, when the sun hit just right. No, he isn't yelling. Not yet. "This isn't even the fucking beginning of me fucking yelling at you."

"I'm tired, Katsuki."

Of course you are. The hospital was so bright and loud and your body went through so much-

"Oh, you're tired?" Now, he's yelling. It's the kind of shit that the neighbor'a will complain about. "You weren't the one scrubbing blood out of the fucking bathtub last night."

You adjust your sleeves down, as if he hasn't already seen. As he if wasn't the one to-

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Bakugo knows he's being too harsh, but it won't stop flowing out of him, like his body is a sieve and awfulness just seeps through him. "You wanna die that bad? You want to leave me that bad?"

He prefers the days you fight back. Once, you threw a plate so hard that it cracked the tile and shattered so hard it cut both of your legs. At least then, there was life in your eyes.

"I'm tired," you repeat.

"Get help." He's so loud that it makes his voice ache. "Or I'm walking out that fucking door and never coming back. I'm serious. I'm so fucking serious."

Your expression doesn't change.

"I'm so tired, Katsuki."

[OC] Gently holding berry

okay so imagine, its late. y/n laying up in bed abt to go to sleep and ex boyfriend touya (but like LONG TIME ex boyfriend like they broke up like a year ago or something) shoots them a drunk "u up?" text. obviously y/n is confused but touya tells them it was a dare from hawks and that he was at a party with him but little does y/n know, no one dared him and he was just sad and drunk and n thinking about them <3 okay thank yew satty i love you

woaaa hi ruerue, i love yeww <3 this shit was kinda fun to do ngl like i think ive missed writing. i feel like im back in my roots yk? good shit. good req boss. hope u like it!!

drunk n disorderly

— parings: todoroki touya x reader

— notes: mature language & a few suggestive sentences

oh nothing just boyfriend shouto catnapping in a golden beam of late morning sunlight

Katsuki loves being the little spoon

and he fucking hates how much he loves it. He loves the feeling of his back pressed against your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He hates it because it makes him feel weak, and the last thing he ever wants is to be perceived as weak.

But damn, as much as he loves, and try’s to convinced himself he prefers, to be the one holding you…he can't deny how much he loves the way it feels when he’s the one being held.

He loves the warmth of your face buried into his shoulder and the side of his neck, the way your breath sends shivers down his spine. When you slip your hand under his shirt and run your fingers up and down his stomach, he can’t help but tense up, a soft groan escaping him.

“Quit gropin me,” he mutters, but you know it’s not real irritation. He’s just trying to play it cool.

Then, when you place gentle kisses on his neck, he squirms a little, his body betraying him. “Quit teasin”, he grumbles, but his voice is shaky.

“Shut up, Katsu,” you whisper teasingly. "You love it."

He huffs, but you can hear the smile in his voice. "I’m gonna murder you one of these days woman," he says, but he’s already pushing himself girthing into you, you tighten your grip, the tension in his muscles fading once again.

thank you for doing the last smau with the MHA boys getting into a fight because of you! can I request another smau with telling them "don't get mad okay"?

ღ"Don't get mad okay?"

ʚft.Deku, Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki, Shinsou

ʚCont: crack⤑Back to navigation

You had a bad habit of catching an attitude with your boyfriend. Most days he wouldn’t mind it and actually found it attractive, but this time he was determined to find out why you were throwing a fit.

So it was no surprise you were under him like this and tied so there was no way you were getting out of this conversation.

18+ ⭐️

“As nice as it is seeing you like this, m’ gonna need you to talk me”

You were currently pinned by your boyfriend who had your hands tied above your head. Just to make sure you weren’t gonna escape he held your wrists together and had his knee pressed gently between your legs.

You turned your head to the side with a pout, refusing to talk to him.

He couldn’t help but bite back a grin. This little tantrum you were throwing was cute to him, but it wasn’t gonna get you what you wanted.

He leaned down towards you, gently grazing his lips against your jawline.

“I’m starting to think you like being tied up like this” he teasingly whispered into your ear

You turned to look at him in retaliation only for a moan to leave your lips and the sudden feeling of his knee pressed against your clothed pussy.

“So I was right..” he started kissing down your jawline and making his way to your shoulder where your shirt fell.

“You just wanted my attention”

From the way you melted into his touch he knew he was right. Was this because he left you a little earlier than usual this morning ? Making sure to still kiss you ‘good morning’ with breakfast already made but it clearly wasn’t enough for you.

You tried moving your hands only for his grip on your wrists to tighten.

“Mnm”

He stood up now, looking at the desperation on your face as you needly grinding against his leg.

“Hanta-“

“Hm ?” His lips came close to yours, he was waiting for permission, waiting for you to say it..

“Please” and before you could say anything more his lips crashed onto yours, his tongue passing through your lips to meet yours in a kiss that only made the tension in your stomach grow.

He kept his right hand placed on your wrists while his left came down to your hips, gently pressing your further down his leg.

You couldn’t help the moan that left your lips feeling your clit finally getting some sort of stimulation.

“You’re gonna cum for me like this.”

—

“Then maybe we can talk about removing this tape” and he gently tugged at the bondage around your wrists until it snapped back in place.

Needy.

Oblivious Todoroki x Hero Partner Reader

Part3

“So- uhm.” You nervously try to find a way to say goodbye, or even work up the courage to invite him in like Ochaco had suggested. But the uncomfortable silence remained uncomfortable even after your shaking words filled the space around you. “Did you like the exhibit?”

“I did, you?” You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth, trying not to be upset with the way his eyes hadn’t left his dash, even after he’s asked his question. Did he even care for your answer? “I know you’d been talking about it for a while.”

“I did. Especially the UA section, really takes me back. You know?” An uncomfortable chuckle leaves and you feel heat rising to your cheeks as he still looks at his dash. You were boring him, surely. The look of absolute boredom covered his face the moment you’d slid into his passenger seat 20 minutes ago. “Okay, I’ll uh- see you Monday.”

The cold air whips around you, stinging your already tear stained cheeks as you struggling with your keys at the front door. You were embarrassed- no, humiliated. You spent hours on FaceTime with Ochaco, making sure your outfit and make up were absolutely perfect. You’d given yourself multiple pep talks in the hour before he arrived at exactly 4:30, telling yourself that it was real- it was finally happening.

All for nothing. He paid for your meal at the Cafe, even held the door for you to enter the Museum you’d been so excited to go to. But when the two of you walked through the Hero exhibit, he kept his eyes on the floor and his hands shoved deep into his pockets as you tried desperately to keep a conversation. Unless you were asking him a question, he said nothing and nodded his head to everything you’d said.

Inside your bedroom you have to laugh, even though you wore the outfit he’d told you to- you tried on dozen s of other options and threw them around your room when you inevitably hated every single one. Now not only did your heart feel like a weight in your chest, but now you had to clean the mess you’d made for absolutely no reason. He didn’t even look at what you’d been wearing, much less care.

Instead of cleaning the mess, you shove the clothes still on your mattress to the floor so you can throw yourself into a ball on top of your plush blankets and let the humiliation sink in. You could understand not holding hands, or walking arm in arm- but no conversation? He must’ve realized you thought it was a date and he felt sorry for you and kept-.

Three solid knocks pull you from your self pitty, earning a groan as you wipe your face with the sleeve of your sweater. It had to be your neighbor, who always conveniently ran out of milk or sugar every weekend. You’d offered to buy her extra when you’d go grocery shopping, but she always declined and told you not to worry. As if knocking on your door at 8pm was a better solution for either of you.

“Ms.Lennon, I don’t have any-.” You were rolling your eyes, swinging the door open to scold your neighbor, not noticing Shoto, who stood awkwardly on your doorstep. “-oh. I thought you were my neighbor.”

You notice your purse in his hand, the one you’d left at his sisters dinner, swinging by the strap as his eyebrows pull together. He was staring at you as if you’d grown a 3rd eye in the 5 minutes since you’d left his car, deep in thought by the time you clear your throat. His staring instantly caused the hair on your skin to rise and your stomach to ache in insecurity.

“You’re crying.” He doesn’t wait to be invited in, using his palm to further open the door as you begin to wipe aggressively at the makeup you assumed had streamed down your face. “Is something wrong?”

Was he really this oblivious? Did he truly not notice a single thing that had happened tonight? You couldn’t believe he’d truly been unaware how desperately you were trying to save your ‘date’ and how miserably you failed.

“Did you need something?” You ask, closing your front door. For once you wished it had been Mrs. Lennon on your doorstep. “I’m about to head to bed.”

“I was returning your bag.” The black bag is placed on the table beside your door, right next to your keys that you had slammed so hard they knocked your catch all to the floor. “Why were you crying?”

“I’m not having this conversation right now.” You didn’t care that he followed you, his footsteps pausing once you’ve made it back to your room and into your bed. “Don’t mind the mess, I just- tried a bit too hard.”

“For what?” You were thankful your eyes were closed, otherwise you’d see the disgusted face you assumed he wore seeing your room in such shambles. “For the museum?”

“Go home, I’ll see you at work.” Usually you could handle and actually enjoyed the way things took a while to click in his head, but not tonight. Not when you’d been waiting years for the day he took you on a date, only to expect too much and end up hurt and confused. “I’m sure-.”

“Forgive me for cutting you off, but you’re upset and I’m confused.” You scold yourself for scoffing, but pull your blanket over your head as he continues. “You said you enjoyed the exhibit? Was that not true? Were you disappointed?”

“No, Shoto. I did enjoy the exhibit. It was really cool, and I loved every display. I wasn’t disappointed with the exhibit.” You feel the bed beside your feet dip, and your blanket pull tighter around you as Shoto sits at the foot of your bed. “I’ll be fine before work tomorrow, I promise.”

“Were you disappointed with me?” His question seems to freeze your entire body in place, your fingers that had been twisting around your ring stop, and you swear your heart did to. He sounded upset, maybe even a little defeated. “I apologize if my company was uncomfortable, or if I did anything to make you feel that way.”

“You do not make me uncomfortable, get that through your head.” It didn’t matter that your feelings were hurt, his constant assumption that he made you uncomfortable was starting to dig deeply under your skin. “I’m upset, but you don’t make me uncomfortable- most of the time.”

“So, I did tonight then?” Yes, his silence and avoidance made you want to shrivel up and disappear, but that isn’t why you were upset. “I should’ve clarified, I know you and I had two entirely different ideas of what tonight was meant to be. I didn’t intend for my invitation to make you uncomfortable.”

So it wasn’t a date like you hoped. You were right. Ochaco was probably confused and misread her conversation with the man whose leg had begun to bounce nervously.

“It’s fine, I should have known after all these years you didn’t return my feelings. I don’t want you to feel guilty about my misreading of last night.” Sitting up, you see finally after all these hours, his eyes were on you and they didn’t move. Not even as yours dart to a pile of clothes in the floor. “Despite the fact you hadn’t asked me to be your date, I still enjoyed the exhibit. So thank you for taking me.”

“I feel there is even more I’m not understanding.” His head shakes, but his eyes stay on you. “I did intend for tonight to be a date, I assumed you hadn’t.”

“What?” Now you were confused. Had he never been on a date? Did he not know how antidate he’d been tonight? Who were you kidding, of course he didn’t. “If you intended for it to be a date- why couldn’t you look at me? Or speak to me? I-I thought I misread your invitation and you realized I thought it was a date and you were uncomfortable.”

“I’m not sure, I didn’t think you could see how uncomfortable I was.” A blind person could’ve seen it. He looked like an annoyed father taking his daughter to buy her first bra. Uncomfortable and ready to leave. “Everything went well at the cafe, but I noticed you kept texting someone and got the impression you were trying to find a reason to leave.”

“I was texting Ochaco, not trying to leave.” Now you felt terrible, it was your fault he couldn’t look at you. He thought you were going to ditch him. “She- she’s been helping me. Giving me advice on what I should do.”

“I see.” His eyes leave yours, his head falling to his hands that prop themselves on his knees. Even though you felt ridiculous, you felt relieved. You both were too nervous for your own good. “She’d been helping me as well, which is why I was so confused. She never told me your feelings for me, but I figured she wouldn’t help me if you didn’t have any.”

“How about we get some sleep and we can revisit this later?” You both had to be up early for patrol, and if you had any luck, your nervous thoughts might allow you a few hours of sleep. “We both misunderstood each other, and I feel ridiculous for crying about it.”

“And I feel terrible I made you cry, that’s the last thing I wanted.” His hand leaves his chin, moving to rest gently on your blanket covered knee. The gesture made your heart race, even if you’d been upset 5 minutes ago. “I’m truly sorry I made you upset, I let my nervous thoughts cloud my judgement and I won’t let it happen again.”

“Nervous?” You’d never seen him nervous, not unless you consider his UA smiling fiasco. He’d worked beside you for years, and not once had he ever seemed nervous. “I make you nervous?”

“Terribly. You always have.” Had you heard him correctly? ‘Always’? “I thought after Fuyumi had invited you to dinner and you had Soba with me after work- that maybe there had been enough time for you to be less uncomfortable if I acted on my feelings.”

There’s that word again. Uncomfortable.

“I’ve never been uncomfortable, I’m the one who was nervous. Was it not obvious?” From shaking hands, being caught staring or even this conversation itself, it was clear you were far more nervous than he’d ever been. “Go get some sleep, we’ll talk about this tomorrow alright?”

“If I ask you to dinner tomorrow after work, would you go as my date?” A smile spreads across your make up stained face, he was adorable and you appreciated he’d clarified for the both of you he was asking you on a date. “If tonight was too much for you, don’t-.”

“I’d love to be your date.”

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Okay, angst is out of the way 🫡

-Parchy💖

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