#mha drabbles

[sunkenangxl]

hallo hi, so I'm gonna need EVERYONE who even glanced at my posts to read this please! Im gonna start a permatag list, specifically three.

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[fiilthyleandoer]

ProHero: Dynamight x Idol!reader.

Never in a million years did Katsuki ever imagine himself becoming deeply invested in some cute idol; however, he couldn’t help himself with you. He had first seen you out on the streets, giving out wavers and free CD’s at passerby’s who only ignored your enthusiastic sales pitch. Even with the lack of engagement, you continue to smile at any person passing by with your CD in hand.

Usually, He’d head back to his agency to train some more, but he found himself staring at this helpless girl trying to give out her CD. You would brighten up whenever someone would take it, thanking them for doing so—it somehow made his heart skip a beat.

Without giving much thought, he found himself inching closer to you. Then, he was standing right in front of you, with your eyes staring up at the explosive hero. Shyly, you held out your CD toward him.

“Please take this! I promise that I’ll be the idol for you!”

His crimson eyes glanced at the CD, watching as your hands began to slightly shake from the nerves. Seeing him just stare as the disc, your confidence began to waver; you began to draw back the CD. However, Katsuki’s fingers finally gripped the disc pulling it toward himself.

“I’ll take it.”

Katsuki had really no knowledge of underground idol worlds— his teenage years were spent training on becoming the number one hero, no time to dive into other subcultures. Yet, at his big age, he found himself invested in your career; checking your forums to see if you posted any content or interacted with your small group of fans.

He admired how open you are with your process, he’d watch how you delved into your genre of music and what persona you enjoyed to put on stage— it made him feel more connected toward you. His day would become less annoying whenever you made a small post; it didn’t matter if it was just a photo of you taking the train or you sewing up your outfits, it only furthered his loyalty to you.

When you announced your new single ‘Snow Halation’, Katsuki was the first one to find where you were posted up. You had your whole get up on, with a smile on your face as you sat in front of a good stack of CD’s waiting for people to come. Katsuki stood in front of your small stand, in full hero gear, ready to buy your new single.

A small crowd formed around the two of you, mostly due to Katsuki’s presence in front of a cute girl; however, he paid no mind to them, only you.

“Can I get a picture with you?”

His voice came in a low grumble, a bit embarrassed to ask this in front of his fans, but he wasn’t going to miss a chance to get a picture with his favorite girl. You brightly smiled and nodded, even pulling out your own phone that had a cute Dynamight keychain to show him.

He couldn’t help but grin at his stupid memorabilia being on your phone— it boosted his growing ego. He slightly bent himself to get a good picture of the two of you, making sure to get your nice smile beside him. Katsuki took in every small detail of you, the way you smelled sweet, how your eyes twinkled with every movement.

“Thank you so much for your support! I promise to do my best in the future!”

God, you were so cute.

He quickly went away, not wanting to further embarrass himself and lose his badass persona; though, too many people had already taken videos of the pro hero to post about.

.

.

.

“Wow! Kacchan, I didn’t know you weren’t into idol music!”

Izuku had to tease Katsuki for the photos had come out from your whole single drop; articles were made about how the ‘Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight’ was fangirling over an underground idol. Katsuki’s jaw tightened as his friend continued to push for more information about you.

“Yeah?! I just got good music taste than you, idiots!”

He tried to shift his attention to his phone, which Izuku couldn’t help but glance at it, his eyes widen from shock—Katsuki’s lockscreen was the picture of the two of you, your face close to his as you smiled at the camera. Izuku’s quickly turned his eyes as Katsuki who was blushing at the fact his friend had seen that.

“Kacchan—“

“Shut up! It’s nothing!”

It was totally not nothing.

[sugurrk]

ᝰ.ᐟ what the fuck is Butsukari Otoko? not proofread

Maybe it was the boiling summer heat.

Or because it was the middle of city rush hour

Or maybe something was in the air that made people complete dickheads.

Whatever it was, everyone seemed to be in a hurry.

People weaved around one another without so much as an apology, businessmen barked into their phones, cyclist flew down sidewalks like they had a death wish, and somehow you always needed yo bring the one everyone expected to move.

You’d spent the last twenty minutes trying not to look like an obvious tourist, clutching your phone with Google Maps open, pretending you totally knew where you were going.

You didn’t.

Still you were determined to enjoy your first week in Tokyo—and memorize certain streets given that this is your new home.

The food was incredible, the fury beautiful and the people…

Well.

The jury was still out.

THUD

Your shoulder lurched painfully to the die.

“What the fuck—“

You stumbled a step, barely catching yourself before your shopping bag slipped from your grasp.

You whipped around, eyes searching for the person he rudely shoved you. Deadly daggers lock onto a broad back disappearing through the crowd.

Ash-blond hair sat in messy, gravity-defying spikes, impossible to miss even among the sea of dark heads surrounding him. He was tall—easily of six feet—with shoulders that stretched the fabric of his fitted black tee, every stride confident and purposeful. His posture was straight, almost military and he walked with the kind of unwavering certainty that made the crowd instinctively part around him.

Not once did he look back.

Not once did he hesitate.

As if shoulder checking a complete stranger was just another stop on his afternoon itinerary.

authors note — based off a TikTok video of a little girl getting butsukari otoko’d (???), this is also a Drabble to a fanfic or maybe series in the making

[sugurrk]

ᝰ.ᐟ you love when katsuki gets drunk 18+, not proofread

“You so f-fuckking pretty baby—ahh-fuck!”

You loved it when katsuki got like this.

Drunk of 6 shots of patron and that sweet cunt squeezing the life out of him. And it was so rare to get him drunk, so rare to get him to drop his hard ass attitude and spit fire responses.

The alcohol in his system made what would’ve been nasty degradation turn into even nastier praise.

He had your hips pressed against the bathroom sick with his hand firm against your throat as he ruts into you. His jeans pulled down just enough so his cock can spring free and your skirt bunched up to your hips.

“My pretty girl with the prettiest pussy” he growls in your ear, squeezing your neck him more, using it as leverage to pull you back down as his cock whenever you would try to push yourself away.

The loss of air made you mind all fuzzy, your eyes fluttered shut every now and then.

“Uh-uhhh” he protested, his free hand coming up to grin your hair back, your already arched back bending even more.

“Want you to see how beautiful you are baby, how beautiful you look when your full of dick” he whispers, angling his hips to hit that spot that makes your cunt gush.

“Ahhh—fuck! Katsss!” If it wasn’t for his tight grip on you, you would’ve went face first into the mirror

“I know, baby, I knowww” he coos to you, thrusts getting harsher and harsher with every stroke, you can feel every vein, every ridged breath he takes, even his heart thumping against your back.

You feel it all.

authors note — horny at work guys, sue me 🤷‍♀️, may be a little bit of ooc but idgaf bc I RUN LA

[sunkenangxl]

having to stop during sex and apologizing

featuring pro!eijiroukirishima, pro!katsukibakugou, pro!denkikaminari, teacher!izukumidoryia. pro!hantasero

warnings all characters depicted are 18+, mdni, extremely suggestive, afab!reader, pet names, pnv sex, slight angst?/comfort.

wordcount 3918

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kirishima loved seeing you on top.

it wasn't a simple, "oh you wanna be on top tonight? that's awesome babe!"

no, it was an infactuation, the one thing he looked forward to at the end of each day after work. the memory of you pressed against against his chest, your hands on his thighs while you leaned back and he stroked your already numb clit with his thumb.

it got him through work.

tonight wasn't any different.

you came home around the same time he did, he showered while you cooked dinner, ate together, he watched a show while you showered and you laid in bed until the TV was forgotten.

"cmon baby..." his hands were planted on your hips, guiding you back and forth while your clit dragged against his happy trail over and over again. "look at you, so perfect f'me."

both your mouths were hung open, heavy breathing and moans filled the air in replacement of what used to be your favorite reality tv show.

one of his hands left your hips, going behind his head while not so subtley flexing his arms. of course he had to show off for his beautiful girl, even though you were in full control, he had to prove he was manly somehow.

but eventually, your rolling of hips slowed down, not because it wasn't good. your moans turned into whines, and not the kind that makes his cock throb even harder. your face had scrunched up into something close to discomfort, and kirishima never wants to see his pretty girl uncomfortable.

"hey, hey.." he stopped grinning and moving immediately, his hand went to cup your cheek as soon as he noticed the way your breathing had changed. "talk to me, what's the matter?"

his voice was gentle, soft even though he had just roughly been telling you to speed up or go harder. his hands, calloused and rough from years of being a pro hero and getting into a good number of fights- felt so comforting while you tried to speak.

the tears began to well in your eyes, you weren't scared of the rejection, or the fact that you might ruin your boyfriends night by stopping one of his favorite activities.

everything hurt.

heavy exhaustion from the work day, your hips ached terribly, you felt gross and uncomfortable in your own sweaty skin.

"everything hurts eij.. it doesn't feel right anymore." you were quiet, afraid of speaking up about the issue. not because he made a habit out of ignoring your pain, but it's the way you were used to things.

but kirishima? he heard your quiet, trembling voice and ever-so-carefully lifted your hips so you could get off of him. you lowered yourself to the sheets next to him, already hiding yourself under the duvet because being naked feld weird right now.

"then we stop." he was so certain, like the mere idea of hurting you was something he could never fathom. "anything specific? was I too rough? did I say something to make you uncomfortable?"

and checking up on you wasn't an option either, it was a necessity. making sure his perfect girl was okay before he even thought about moving.

"no! you didn't do anything," it was almost instant, because what could kirishima possibly do to make you uncomfortable? "my hips were starting to hurt too much and I had a super long day at work."

in that moment, he put his boxers back on, kissed you on the forehead with a soft smile that made everything go away for a split second, and disappeared out of the bedroom.

you pulled on your panties and his T-shirt that you were already wearing before this started. you didn't bother getting up or umpausing the tv, you laid in bed until he came back.

and when he did, it was with a heating pad, water and some ibuprofen. he didn't say anything about not finishing, didn't complain that his night was ruined or asked if this would be a often thing. that didn't cross his mind whatsoever.

he plugged in the heating pad on your side of the bed, placed it right on your lower stomach and made sure it wasn't on your bare skin. he helped you sit up a little to take the pills and the water, then made sure you were comfortable before laying down himself.

you were now pulled against his chest, both of you looking up at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.

"I'm sorry, eij."

comfortable silence until you spoke up because you felt as if you took something away from him.

"don't apologize," he leaned on his elbow to look down at you, stroking your hair back to see your face. "don't you ever apologize for wanting to stop, y/n."

"I will never get mad at you for that, got it? you being comfortable is more important than getting myself off." his tone wasn't as soft, but still gentle. how could his amazing girl ever think it's her fault? something like that doesn't register in his mind.

you, on the other hand, were more than relived to hear that he wasn't upset. not that you thought he would be, but it's the effortless reassurance that counts.

you closed your eyes and put your head in the crook of his arm, smiling just enough for him to notice but not to much effort behind it. "I love you, eijirou."

"I love you too baby," he put yet another soft kiss in your temple and continued stroking your hair, laying down right next to you. "so damn much."

-

bakugo wasn't nice during sex, that's a given.

everything about him is rough; from his personality to his hands to his words, nothings filtered or easy or gentle. but that's how you liked things, how you liked him.

today was a particularly rough one, a customer had complained to your manager about an order you supposedly got wrong and you got chewed out for it, your cat wasn't eating as much as he should be, rent was due soon and you wouldn't have much left over for groceries.

bakugo coming over was a saving grace.

he brought take out, let you put your feet in his lap and watched a movie you've been putting off for too long.

but the calm night had ended, and you were currently head down, ass up while bakugo absolutely plowed into you like there was no tomorrow.

"fuck- look at you." at first it seemed like a good idea, getting your mind off things while your boyfriend made every little thought go away. "takin' me so well, there you go.."

but after a bit, your vision started to blur and not because the sex was just that good. your legs were shaking so bad he had to hold up your hips to keep you steady. your arms gave out and so did your libido.

"kats.. kats!" you yelped his name, not in the way you usually do. he slowed down after the first unusual sound, stopped completely at the second.

"fucks the matter? can't take it anymore?" again, his voice was never gentle, but the tone was different. he wasn't mocking you, just didn't know how to act concerned without his ego crumbling.

"'m so sorry," you sniffle and pulled yourself away like you were disgusted with the idea of apologizing. "I thought it would make me feel better but I can't- I'm so sorry katsuki."

you hid yourself under the covers and refused to look him in the eye, like one second of eye contact and he might storm out in a fit if anger.

but he didn't. he stayed on his knees on the bed with a confused look before scoffing and pulling his boxers up. he didn't assure nothing was wrong or say sweet words into your ear, didn't call you a crybaby or a quitter either.

"you don't gotta apologize," he got in bed next to you, grabbed your T-shirt and helped you into it without explaining why. "shit happens, 'm not mad at ya."

somehow, that was enough to push your tears over the edge. you sniffled once, then twice and your entire body shook until you crumbled.

he didn't say anything about that either, just debated on leaving or holding you until you stopped crying. he wasn't good with people breaking down. most of the time on patrol when a kid cried because he lost his mom, bakugo would tell the kid to shut up and find his mom before he blew up.

but this? you were his girlfriend, not some kid on the street looking for their mom.

so he wrapped his arms around you, pulled your back against his chest and let you cry.

"tell me what happened." he grumbled into your neck, his grip on you tightening just a little more.

it took a minute for the sobbing to subside enough for you to speak again, and when you finally could, it wasn't pretty.

"my manager yelled at me for something that wasn't my fault and buttons isn't eating as much as he should and rent is due and I don't have enough for groceries and everythingissomuchrightnowandifeellikeshit."

the last hit came out more as a cry than the rest of the actual words. but bakugo listened, he kissed your shoulder every once and a while and let you ramble about the events that led up to this.

by the time you woke up in the morning, bakugo was already gone but he had left you with a small note on your nightstand. along with a glass of water, a bottle of medicine from the headache you always got after crying.

"bitched at your manager, made an appointment for buttons at 3pm tmrw, grocery orders comin at 5."

-

denki got needy sometimes.

it was in his nature, he heard the shower running when he got back to your shared apartment and practically raced his shadow to the bathroom.

you were trying to wash off the remainder of the day, your parents constantly calling to tell you updates about your grandma, someone spilled coffee on your clothes before you even got on the e-train, and your boss was digging into you about a deadline coming up.

safe to say, you were exhausted and done with the day.

but denki stepping into the shower behind you make your worries fade away for a moment. he started going on and on about something funny mina said at work, offering taking your loofa and lathering your body in soap because he sensed the way your shoulders had yet to drop.

"and then we stopped this guy from robbing a bank- he only left with like fifty bucks but it's still stealing in my eyes. and then-"

hearing your boyfriend talk about how good his day was, made your terrible one seem like it didn't happen at all.

you let him talk, let him wash your body and your hair and even brush conditioner through your ends.

eventually, his mouth got tired of wandering so his hands did instead. up your sides, over your stomach and cupping your breasts, kneading the flesh like his own personal stress toys.

"you seem stressed today babe," he stepped even closer, your back right against his chest, you could feel his cock pressed into your ass, hard and heavy and waiting. "want me to help with that?"

you thought to yourself, "maybe this would make the day go away? maybe a distraction would help." but your body didn't seem to react the same.

you tensed up a little more, breathing wasn't the same, and the water seemed to be the only noise that filled the empty space.

"'m sorry denks.. I don't think I'm in the mood today.." part of you immediately felt guilty for saying no. he had such a good day and you might've ruined it by saying no.

"that's alright babe," he stepped away before you stopped talking. he wasn't disappointed, wasn't mad, wasn't even sad. he stepped back but he didn't leave. he just took more time washing you up. "you wanna talk about it? if not that's totally cool!"

and god, if you weren't crying, you were now.

not dramatically, just a sniffle and a hiccup here and there.

"I just had a shitty day and I don't want to move for the rest of the night."

you leaned your head back against his shoulder, sighing into him with relief and exhaustion. he kept washing you, even parts that were already clean.

"then you won't, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't treat my super awesome girlfriend like a queen!?" always enthusiastic, always the first to jump in when you seem off, always to offer piggyback rides and holding your items for you because that's what he did best.

be your person.

and that's what he did for the rest of the night.

when you were both done showering, he helped you out of the bathroom and carried you to the bedroom. helped you get dressed into some comfortable, brushed your hair, carried you back to the kitchen and sat you on the counter while he did dishes and you ordered door dash.

and for the rest of the night, you didn't think about your grandma, or the coffee stain in your nicest blouse, or your boss and that impossible deadline.

you thought about how great of a boyfriend denki was, thought about how good you felt in his arms on the couch eating burgers and fries, thought about him the rest of the night until he carried you to bed and laid on your chest.

-

often when izuku came home from work, he took off his shoes in a rush, dropped his bag in his office and immediately started on dinner until you came home from work too.

today was no different. by the time you got home, you were covered head to toe in rain water, your mascara was running from the non stop droplets from your bangs, your shoes were soaked when you slid them off and you practically groaned when you flopped onto the couch.

of course, it started absolutely pissing rain when you got off work. and guess what? your car was in the shop for a check engine light that had been on for three months!

yes, izuku offered to take you to and from work but the schedules didn't align given he leaves the house at 7 am and you don't wake up until 8.

when he heard the front door open and closed, he immediately left the kitchen and made his way to find you. he missed you all day, craved a kiss and a hug like he always does. the sight of you soaked and sad looking made his heart melt and his puppy eyes droop.

"y/n!? are you okay??" he rushed over to the couch, sitting on the edge while making sure to give you enough space, but close enough if you needed him.

"'m exhausted zuku, soaked to the bone and exhausted." your voice was muffled by the couch cushion, but clear enough so he could hear the actual distain in your voice. he planted a gentle hand on your shoulder and circled the skin with his thumb.

"get out of those wet clothes, I'll have dinner ready when you get back.." he moved his hand to your back, rubbing a line up and down to soothe what he didn't know. "then we can watch your show while we eat, does that sound alright?"

you nodded weakly, peeling yourself off the cushion and hobbling towards your bedroom. you changed from work clothes to a pair of izuku's sweatpants and an old tshirt from college, out on your favorite fuzzy slippers and made your way to the kitchen again.

izuku was plating dinner, something stupidly healthy because he reads too many magazines about diets. he handed you a plate, silverware and a drink before guiding you to the couch again and turning on your favorite show.

you were on autopilot at this point, eating slow and mechanical while spacing out at the tv. he reappeared at your side and let you eat in silence. he knew something's were better left unsaid for the time being, and you would open up when you felt like it.

the rest of the night was in silence, not heavy or uncomfortable, just izuku's patience waiting for you to talk if you wanted to.

when you both climbed into bed, part of you wanted to pass out in your boyfriends arm and not think about the past few hours.

another part of you saw him in boxers and nothing else, and wanted to take your mind off the tragedy that was today.

so you pounced.

you were on him in a second, on his lap, arms around his neck while your hips ground into his.

it didn't take long until he was on top of you, ready and eager to help you in any way he was allowed. his forearms were braced beside your head, hips slowly rolling into yours while he thrusted into you with patience, waiting for your command.

until it felt off.

you were clenching too tight, like you wanted him to slip out and not be able to re-enter. you werent digging your nails into his shoulders because the sex was good. it was because you were uncomfortable but you didn't know how to say it.

izuku pulled out slowly, stayed hovered over you but looked at your face with the most concern you've ever seen.

"what's the matter? talk to me, please." he almost whined, you could see the way his eyes glistened because he was afraid he had hurt you.

"I thought it would make me feel better but I can't-" your words got caught behind a silent sob, you covered your face and shook your head as the emotions took over. "I'm sorry izuku, I know I initiated and I'm sor-"

"don't ever apologize," he made it his mission to never interrupt you because he saw it as disrespectful, but this was different. you were apologizing for something that wasn't your fault and he couldn't stand to hear it. "please darling, don't."

he peeled your hands away from your face gently, still bracing himself up on his forearms that were still littered with scars from highschool. "tell me what you need, okay? whatever it is, I'll do it."

he wasn't pinning you down, wasn't trying to control you in any way, just holding you close enough so you knew he was still there. still patient. "..sweets?"

izuku was off you in that second, pulling his boxers up clumsily, rushing to the kitchen to find anything to fix that craving for you. you just sat there for a while before getting dressed again. you could hear him muttering and yanking open cabinets like a madman.

when he finally came back, he had a bowl of ice cream, a candy bar he stuffed in his bag for lunch breaks at work, some marshmallows that were stuffed in the back of the pantry and a can of your favorite soda.

"is this enough? I'm sorry we don't have more, I tried to find anything we had with-"

"it's more than enough, izuku, thank you."

-

more often than not, sero was always ready for you. at the snap of your fingers, his dick would be hard and ready and throbbing and begging to be inside of you, no matter where.

it wasn't because you had magical superpowers that made him hard all the time, it's because of how much he lovvvedddd you. obsessive, honestly.

every night he came home and you were already in bed, he'd wait just a little longer to fall asleep in case you woke up and needed him. when he was on breaks at work, he'd check his phone for an hour to see if you texted and asked him to come home.

he just loved you so much, he couldn't help but give you exactly what you want, exactly when you need it.

especially when you called him at work, said you were leaving early and expected him to already be home. he was on an hour break, but he was speeding back to the apartment before you could say it again.

you were already in bed, wearing absolutely nothing under the covers, a pout on your lips and patiently playing with your pussy while you waited for your boyfriend to get home.

"ma?" he was already kicking off his shoes and unzipping his hero costume, trying his best to rush to the bedroom where he knew you were. the sight of you would've been enough to get him hard if he wasn't already.

you were in your side facing the door, hand between your legs, eyes barely open, lips parted with the softest noises he's ever heard spilling out.

"fuck." he muttered before getting the rest of his clothes off and joining you on the bed. this has happened enough times for him to know what you wanted. you wanted rough, fast, hard enough to cry.

and he gave that to you.

out you in a headlock, fucked your dripping cunt until your poor lips were swollen and gripping him so tightly. "god, your perfect, amor.."

he would whisper in your ear, pressing down on the bulge in your stomach so you could feel him that much deeper. "feel what you do to me? every time I come home and your like this- fuck, it ruins me."

you both went an hour, his agency called and texted but he wasn't paying attention at all. he was too pussy drunk to notice or care.

but after rounds of you and him cumming over and over again, you began to feel raw, your ass was red and had his hand marks all over it, your throat was dry and torn from screaming his name so much. you simply couldn't take it anymore!

you scratched at his forearm and patted it twice, your little signal that you needed to stop but couldn't say the words out loud. his thrusts stopped, he let go of you but kept you close. "what's wrong, mi vida? you usually don't tap out for another hour?"

"'ts too much.." you were hiccuping at this point, babbling through overstimulated tears. "I know I called you out of work, I'm sorry I can't anymore."

he wasn't mad, he's never mad at you. just worried, scared that he hurt you, upset that your apologizing for something you didn't necessarily have control over.

he pulled out of you gently, left your tight hole dripping with his cum mixed with yours and gently turned you on your back. facing him, you saw how messed up his hair was, the sweat that clung to his skin in layers, the frown on his plump lips.

"don't apologize, okay?" he smoothed the hair on your head, giving your forehead a soft kiss before grabbing a clean washcloth from the basket of clothes you haven't folded yet.

he cleaned you up, made sure you were comfortable before putting his hero costume back on and taming his hair. "I'll be back in a few hours, get some rest and I'll make dinner when I get home." he whispered against your lips before slipping out of the bedroom, and you slipped into sleep.

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time to disappear for another three months, ok bye

hugs and kisses, kisses and hugs

[talkingscaresme]

Multi Mha Guys react to you being a freak😛 nsfw 🌶️

Included: TIMESKIP Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, TENYA, & Tamaki

This is my first multi and writing for these characters so I hope you enjoy 😅

Requests are open 😘

Credits at the end!

Izuku pfp- decacciamatilde Pinterest

Bakugo pfp - Rv67li Pinterest

Shoto pfp - sleepymmay on TikTok

TENYA IIDA pfp - tOmura_Shigarakl Pinterest

Tamaki pfp - from the ocean

Also I’m referring that one mha song where tenya is rapping in the first line 😭

thank you everyone for reading! As a new writer pls let me know any suggestions, advice, harsh criticism, or anything! 💗

@lumayoiii @kenforty

Made by talkingscaresme

[xolunee]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ bakugou replaces your finished makeup and surprises you

One of the things you loved most about Bakugou was how observant he was. One time you were in bed and mentioned a skincare launch once and somehow it'd end up on your vanity a week later. Point at something while shopping and he'd remember it months afterward.

Everything just shouts green flag and you are so happy to have someone like him.

Earlier today, you were getting ready for brunch with your girls when you noticed your fave products like your eadem lip balm (shade bissap glaze), rhode glazing milk & saie glowy gel were running low (and ugh were they good) so you used other stuff and made a mental note to purchase them again when you had the chance.

As you’re distracted packing up a few things to put in your purse, you hear the door to your shared bathroom open and find it’s bakugou. He came back late from a long patrol and slept in, taking advantage of his day off when he saw you dolled up.

He approached you closer and wrapped his arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulders.

“You look nice” he mumbled lowly.

You couldn’t help but smile. It was always refreshing seeing him in this calm, clingy state. You turned to press a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks suki, I appreciate that….I’m leaving now, don’t miss me too much” you gave a wink before leaving.

The apartment is quiet and bakugou starts his delayed day by brushing his teeth. As he’s distracted, he notices the products you were trying to use that ran out. A lightbulb flashed on his head. He’s got nothing better so why not head out and get your products. He quickly washes his face and gets dressed before heading to his car.

It’s a nice day outside and everything’s good. He found the store you go to often and walked in. He scrolls around trying to remember the sections of the product. After a few minutes, he finally finds it and grabs the items.

As he’s getting ready to check out, he paused in front of a display of a new lip product.

Huh.

The shade reminded him of one you'd worn before.

Whatever. You'd probably like it knowing that you’re a lippie girly, you’d love anything.

He checks out and heads back home.

Once he arrives, he places the bag on your nightstand and heads over to the kitchen to prep dinner.

A few hours later, you come back to smell a yummy aroma coming from the kitchen. You walk over to find bakugou and give him a kiss.

“Dinner smells delicious.”

He shines a smirk before giving his attention to the food.

You leave the kitchen to head to your room to change out of your clothes for comfy ones when you notice the shopping bag. Looking inside you find the products you were running low on plus an additional lippie you haven’t tried.

You were bursting with joy inside and rushed out the room to comfort him.

“Did you buy me those things”

Bakugou looked up at you and nodded.

“Yeah I noticed you were running out and i know how much you like them so I got it.”

"Ahh, Sukiiiii! The consideration is insane!"

You threw your arms around him before he could protest.

"Oi—watch it."

Despite the complaint, his hand settled on your waist.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, yeah."

The faint pink dusting his ears told a different story.

[xolunee]

ִ𐙚 * bakugou telling you he doesn’t want a sweet treat after you order

you loved pulling pranks on bakugou and it came to no surprise when you thought to prank him yet again by asking to get permission to buy an item off the menu of your fave cafe.

His reaction was priceless and till this day after a month of the situation, you still laugh about it. So, bakugou thought he’d had his way of giving you a taste of your own medicine.

You guys were out running errands and wanted to get a sweet treat seeing how hot it was outside. You motioned to Bakugou where you wanted to go and walked toward the shop.

It was a popular ice cream shop that had opened a few months ago and quickly became known for its unique flavors. Since you had a massive sweet tooth, you'd been wanting to try it for weeks.

As bakugou over the menu debating on what to get, you took it upon yourself to order. You got the mango sticky rice on a waffle cone and extra caramel and chocolate drizzle.

When you were presented with your order, you couldn’t help but feel so much joy. Oh but were you in for a surprise bakugou thought.

You grabbed the treat from the employee ready to dig in when you looked at bakugou

“Aren’t you gonna get something?”

he glanced over with a neutral expression

“Nah, I think im good. I’ll just pay for yours and go”

your body and face went cold

“What” your eyes widened and your hand immediately went to touch your stomach

“Are you serious?”

Bakugou shrugged, already reaching for his wallet. The corner of his mouth twitched suspiciously.

You turned to the employee who was at the register waiting for bakugou to pay. You went up to them and spoke

“Actually I don’t think I want this.”

“whyn not?”

you faced bakugou and whispered

“Because I don’t wanna be seen as a f*cking big back carrying this huge as treat and you have nothing”

bakugou couldn’t hold on his laugh

“I’m just messing with cha, I’m gonna get something”

You gave him a side eye

“bro.”

He leaned closer

“Payback for that stunt you pulled at the cafe a month aga”

you were speechless.

"Okay, touche. Now can you please order something before I die of embarrassment?"

Later that hour, you both walked out with ice cream and continue walking around town laughing at the pranks he and you pulled.

a/n: haven't posted in a while but this idea made me laugh 😭