#!bnha

[superdraconic]

Bakugou wears a sharktooth necklace as a lil reminder of Kirishima.

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[kurizeria-has-moved]

I quickly drew Uraraka! This was a random speed challenge I decided to do at 3am, because that's when all great ideas happen apparently. I also recorded my journey in speedpaint form, although I don't think there's much to learn from this, it's a very messy artwork fjgkdlj but you can find it here!

[shirayuhki]

Todoroki Shouto wallpapers! (576 x 1024)

[superdraconic]

[ thinly veiled suck joke ]
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[superdraconic]

no more lonely bdays, todoroki-kun

crossposted on + twitter + ko-fi + insta

[goxjo]

SOMEONE MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE

♡ hawks, aizawa, bakugo, dabi

— contains. f!reader, angy bnha men, use of dabi’s real name, non-explicit/mentions of: harassment, alcohol, slight possessiveness

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒 ♡

“She’s not interested, pal,” he says as he snakes an arm around your waist from behind you. He left you for one minute to get drinks and all of a sudden, a random half-drunk guy came up to you, chatting you up despite your obvious protests, seemingly unaware of who you came here with. Keigo takes the seat next to you and says nothing more to the guy but as the guy protests, Keigo was quick to cut him off, irritation noticeable in his tone and expression, “fuck are you still here for?” Immediately, the guy recognizes who he’s dealing with. Panic and apologetic replaces his previously cocky expression as he cusses before excusing himself. Keigo turns back to you, pulling you closer to him as he soothes your arm. “You okay, pretty bird?”

𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 ♡

“___, you good?” A familiar voice speaks from behind you, the source of the voice putting a hand on the small of your back, suddenly you aren’t afraid of the guys who have been pestering you for the last couple of minutes, asking you your name, your number, if you’re waiting for someone, the list goes on. Shouta directed the question at you but his eyes were glued to the men who suddenly felt threatened under his gaze. He arrived late for your date, his fault. His voice is calm but you can tell by his gaze and the shift in his breathing pattern, he’s furious, only holding himself back because he doesn’t wanna do anything that could potentially hurt you in the process. After giving him your answer, he clenches his jaw as you take your leave, but not before he stops to give them a last warning. “Don’t show your faces here again”

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 ♡

Katsuki is fuming, jaws clenching and hands balled to a fist as his gaze slowly alternates between your worried expression and the guy with the shit-eating grin who caused all this. He’s about ready to pounce on the stranger, and he would’ve broken the guy’s face if it weren’t for you, your hands soothing his chest, and your puppy eyes pleading for him to calm down. “Katsuki, I’m not hurt, please don’t worry.” He couldn’t even remember what the guy said. All he knows is he left you alone briefly and came back to the sight of the guy chatting you up and playing with a lock of your hair even when you asked him to stop. It takes so much from Katsuki to even relax his stance but he doesn’t want you to worry. He fixes his eyes on you, expression mellowing down as he asks you, “you sure you’re okay—” “I barely touched her—” “fuck off before I change my mind”

𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ♡

“Is this guy bothering you?” he says, hands in his pockets, and though his expression appears to find the situation interesting, he’s actually daring the guy to talk back, the guy who’s been sticking his face close to yours despite your painfully obvious discomfort. Poor guy’s obviously new, Touya thought. Hitting on his girl, in his own territory, too. The guy’s probably heard of him, as he doesn’t think twice before putting a distance between you and himself, nearly pissing himself when he saw Touya’s face. As soon as the guy leaves, Touya cups your face before closing the gap between you and him, planting a chaste kiss before pulling away and casting an apologetic look. “Sorry I took so long”

[goxjo]

Bare Minimum ⨾ Hawks ♡

prompt. Lazy, hot summer afternoons where you want to go and do something but at the same time, don't

genre. fluff, suggestive

more info. 500+ words, gn!reader

author’s note. for ji, @ara-mitsue + @heatwave2021! I really debated on doing akaashi or shinso for this but as someone in L-word with hawks, I couldn’t help myself!! ANYWHO I hope you like it (◕‿◕)♡

— bnha masterlist

The afternoon sun fills your shared bedroom through a half-open curtain, illuminating his golden locks. He lies on his stomach, golden eyes softly fixed at your figure like a humble bowerbird staring at his shiny possession. His muscles tense against your palm as you draw soothing strokes across his wing and all that fills the room are both your easy breaths mixed with the faintest white noise.

It’s unusually quiet. Must be that phase of the summer heat entering its peak. It’s not too uncomfortable but he still refuses to wear a shirt. Not that you’re complaining or anything. If it’s not the heat that’s keeping him quiet—and evidently, distracted—it’s probably the loose tank you’re wearing as well as the traces of sweat that trailed the dips of your slightly exposed chest.

It’s probably both the heat and you.

He’s known as the guy who’s a tad bit too fast, and so, days off with Keigo aren’t rare. But there’s something about today feels extra comforting. It sure as hell isn’t the heat alone.

“What’s on your mind, pretty bird?” he asks, cheek leaning against his propped hand. “You’re not bored, are you?”

“Yes and no.” You chuckle, unable to miss how his brows furrowed at your answer. “I am bored but like… the good kind.”

He shoots up, head slightly tilting to the side as his expression turns into a half-kidding scowl. “Huh. Elaborate? And you don’t mean bored of me, do you?” He raises a brow, answer better, he probably thinks.

“A little— no, I’m kidding,” you’re quick to say before he got the chance to reply. “Well, bored as in the ‘it’s hot and I want to do something with you’ kind.

“Never the ‘bored of your company’ kind, baby,” you add.

“Good.” He smirks, relaxing his stance as he returns to his former position. “Well I’m bored too. Bored as in the ‘I love you, I’m bored, let’s be lazy together’ kind.”

It’s embarrassing how it never takes much for him to make your heart flutter. With him, all it takes is a phrase, a small gesture, a look. You couldn't understand what it is about him exactly that made you weak in the knees. He barely ever has to try. He sure as hell knows it, and he prides himself for it.

“And what a coincidence, I’m never bored of you either,” he adds, wearing a soft grin, again with the bare minimum—but still very much potent—attempt to woo you.

“What I had in mind was better but that works too,” you hum as you move closer to him, prompting him to scoot over to his side of the bed. He wraps an arm around your waist as he lets you nestle into his bare chest. A discovery you found some time ago, absolutely nothing compares to the sound of his sleepy voice drumming through his ribcage.

He rubs small circles on your shoulder before tilting your chin up, soft lips meeting yours as he pulls you into an open-mouthed kiss.

At the last second he pulls away, suddenly looking inquisitive. “What did you have in mind?”

“Something to do with the heat.”

“That’s an idea, let’s go with that.”