#mha insert

[pichu120103]

Happy New Year! 🥳✨️🩷

Nop, im not death yet! >:)

I Just took a long vacation... Although I always end up flopping around here anyway, djbdjdkd.

[buffdondon]

Yall fw with me if I were in mha?? (Pretend I have gyaru makeup on)

Maybe I’ll make a mcsm version

[celinamazapan]

A new suit for me insert! Currently in her story I have decided to remove the whole thing about her failing to become a hero because she can't use her quirk correctly and instead I've decided that she won't have any quirks! 😈

[smallfry-gh0st]

the concept of my mha insert :))) im also beginning to work on them again sorry @thenamesmiz :)))) but not really i will fixate whEN I WANT I WILL NOT CONFORM

[peachy-inserts]

commitment + todoroki

✎a/n: ugh i got carried away so they might not make a lot of sense srry

✰warnings: none, enjoy

When you know the whole truth of him, his family, and his purpose, and don’t back down. When he spills his gut in an outburst and instead of freezing up you melt with him, teaching him how to take things step by step. He knows he’s committed to you when he brings you to meet his mother, shedding the guilt and humility of his family’s sin and his personal burden and taking a step toward your shared future

Commitment for Shouto is in subtleties with ulterior motives. It’s in the mundane that slips your consciousness, that you never notice until it isn’t there – the cultivated balance of a daily routine that can only be achieved through intimacy and attention to detail. For Shouto, commitment is the future rather than the present. Everything he does for you in the present is to secure your future together, soothing his ever nagging fears of betrayal and restlessness

A committed relationship means he has room to breathe. Show your commitment to him, tell him to unclench his jaw and relax his body. With time, he can learn how to express himself, and when it’s appropriate to do so. He doesn’t know too much about pure commitment, but he lives under the pretense that someday he will have the strength to be weak, vulnerable, and his whole self with someone. When he can share his heartache with you without fear, break down and have help putting all of his pieces back together, he knows he’s found his hope in you

With commitment typically comes anxiety, but Shouto finds himself more at ease than ever. He’s steadfast and confident in every decision he makes, and you are no exception. Knowing he always has someone to fall back on, who accepts his every flaw and admires him as a whole set rather than his flashy pieces makes his days go by easier

He’s a private person when it comes to his relationship. It seems as if the more committed you become, the more protective he himself becomes. Having such an intimate connection with you is something he deeply treasures, and he aims to keep it as such; invasions of your shared privacy will not be tolerated. While he is willing to share that he is committed to you, that is the extent of the information he is willing to give. 

[thelittlewriter]

Dark Night

Pairing : Bakugou x Reader

Scenario : Bakugou suddenly knocks on the room of your dorm in the middle of the night, leaving you confused.

Next chapter

You heard a knock at your door. It was soft, almost like you imagined it, so you were surprised to see Bakugou standing in front of your door.

- Can we talk ?

He was unusually quiet, a clear evidence that something was wrong. You nodded and let him enter your room. You wondered what was happening. You weren't really close to him, you only studied with him from time to time and, only when he felt like it, you trained together. Nothing very serious. You sometimes felt like you barely knew him.

- What's wrong ? you whispered

You tried to sound as nice as possible but, judging by his silence, it didn't work.

- Or, you added after a moment, we can talk about anything...

- Were you sleeping ? he suddenly asked

- No, don't worry, it's fine. I...

- I had a nightmare.

You let out a small "oh". You didn't know how to act. You slowly directed him toward your bed and sat. He sat next to you. You couldn't really see his face, your room only being lit by your small desk lamp. You felt his hand squeezing yours and that's when you noticed you had taken him by the hand.

- Do you think I deserve to be a hero ?

Now that you thought about it, he always had those weird questions to ask you out of the blue and you never knew what it was really about.

- I do... I mean, you try hard to be one and that makes you worthy enough for me.

- But... I am detestable.

It was your turn to squeeze his hand.

- I don't think you are. You're sometimes crude but, you're not mean, you're not evil.

You were trying to be careful with your own words, talking slowly.

- Just because you scream or talk like this doesn't mean you actually hurt us, you know ?

He furiously shook his head. You could hear his breath getting heavier and faster.

- I hurt him... what I did to him was awful. I'm a monster.

You didn't know who he was. You didn't know what he was talking about. You didn't know what to do. Was that what his nightmare was about ? Did he fear to be hated ? You could hear him sob.

- Katsuki ? you tried.

He whined in response. Seeing him so vulnerable felt so foreign. You gently pulled him closer to you and he hid his face in your neck.

- You might have done wrong but... you know it, right ?

You felt him nod.

- And you wanna fix it, right ?

He nodded again.

- Then you're not a monster. You made mistakes and you try to fix them. It probably won't be easy and I don't know if you can fix this. But heroes are not heroes just because they succeed, but because they try. Nobody is perfect. It doesn't make you a monster.

He didn't answer anything. He didnt move, didn't make a sound and his breathing was quiet.

- Do you... wanna stay here for the rest of the night ?

He suddenly got away from you, standing up.

- No. I don't need it.

There was no hint of vulnerability in his voice anymore.

- I should go.

- You don't have to. You could just sleep here for today. It's almost morning anyway.

He just walked towards the door so you added :

- Please ? I can't really sleep.

He sighed and just mumbled :

- If you want to.

He laid back on your bed and you turned off the light before joining him. Both of you say immobile, awkward.

- C... Can I have a hug, please ? you asked

He silently pulled you into a hug.

- If you tell that to someone...

You smiled and giggled. You fell asleep soon after. When the first rays of sunshine woke you up, he was gone.

Hey ! I'm kind of afraid of posting for the first time... I just wrote this and I feel like if I don't post it now I will never post it... so it's not proofread, sorry... I hope you liked it !!!!

[lovelyiida2]

SUMMARY: Iida’s strong fascination with your hair leads him to his deep fascination for you <3

WARNINGS: vulgar language, just cute ass shit

NOTE: making this for all the black girls who just love Iida @ myself <3 and if you’re not black and decide to read this, then you’ll just go through an identity crisis ig

WARNINGS: major fluff, slight spelling errors.

MASTERLIST

WORDS: if you squint it’s over one thousand

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At first, it was just genuine curiosity, from casual compliments and adoration from your class representative Tenya Iida.

“You’re hair looks wonderful today”

“Oh, thank you so much, Iida!” Your smile gleams as he smiles back, proud of his comment making you smile. He decides to do it more often.

The next week, you came into class with long black braids, even though he saw you yesterday with straight hair. He was utterly fascinated.

“Wow, your hair looks amazing this evening Y/N!” He complements you again. In the kitchen making yourself a salad, you look at Iida and smile at his compliment.

“Thank you again, Iida, you’re such a sweetheart,” you chuckle. Coming in close, you thank him in a hug.

Reaching down to reciprocate the hug, Iida smells your hair. He’s never smelled something like this before, is hair supposed to smell like peaches, coconut, and mango? Although in confusion, he doesn’t question it.

Throughout the school week, you had the same braids in, but with different variations of styles. Some days it was a classic bun, the next it was a low pony, the day after a high pony, and the day after that day were two pigtails.

The weekend rolls around again, in the dorm lounge room. You stepped out of your room to get some fresh air. After all, you just took out all your braids and washed your hair on the same day, shit is tiring.

Iida catching up on some studies, his attention is caught by your presence. Your hair is different again.

Standing from the table he walks over to you, looking in his direction you smile. He stands in awe over your hair, he noticed how it was a new style this time. It was nice and curly, almost Afro-like.

“Wow, your hair–“

“Thank you, Iida!” You laugh.

Chuckling at your predicted answer he asks you a question. “Y/N, how do you do that?”

Your head tilts to the side, you become confused.

“Do what?”

He points up to your hair, earning another laugh from you. “My hair? Oh, I just unbraided and washed it, nothing too hard I can’t handle” you answered.

“Well it looks amazing,” you rolled your eyes. “I know, I know, how very sweet of you Iida.”

Later on into the semester, the process stayed this way. Your hairstyle changed, he’d constantly compliment you, and it would once again repeat.

So you came up with an idea.

Whilst Iida reads in his free time during class, you walk up to him and sit next to him. “Hey Iida, could you do me a favor?” You ask.

Looking your way he hums at your response, “I was wondering if you’d like to help me do my hair later this evening?” His eyes instantly widen as his demeanor perks up, “I-I’d love to Y/N.”

Fast-forwarding to later in the day, Iida was stressed and confused. “So—I’m supposed to get the gel and lay it down onto the section and then twist?” You shake your head and take the section of hair from his hand.

Taking some gel from the bottle, you lay your section down and then grab your edge brush and brush it down. After that, you separate the section into two and simply twist.

“And when you twist, make sure you keep a tight grip at the root, or it will just fall loose and look wonky in the morning.”

Iida sits in awe at your presentation, sectioning off another piece of hair, you bend your body and come closer to him so that he’s able to grab it.

“Okay—so like this?”

It took Iida a couple of tries before getting it down. But instead of just waiting on him, you decided to get started on the other half of your head.

He’s still learning, but he’s improving rather quickly.

After the little encounter, Iida started to ask frequently to meet up to do your hair. Sometimes, he’d spontaneously bring up what products you’d use.

“Your hair smells different, did you use Jamaican castor oil instead of coconut oil?” A little uncomfortable at his sudden outburst at lunch, you answered.

“Yes…I did” Iida smiles to himself, happy that he got it right, and walks away without another word exchanged. Leaving you and the rest of your friends quite confused.

What Iida didn’t tell you was that he’s been utterly obsessed with you. He’d research new hairstyles you could try or certain ingredients that would be safer for your hair.

(Yes, he also found out what your hair type was by just eyeing it and saving it into his mental photo album)

He doesn’t want to make it weird or make it seem like you’re his experiment, but he couldn’t help how captivating you were.

Realizing his feelings, he was scared to put them into action. But as the responsible class representative he is, he has to hold an image for the rest of his students. He cannot be cowardly, especially when it came to his feelings about you.

On the weekend, Iida makes a plan and takes you out on the back of the dorm's courtyard. Looking ahead, you see a picnic basket nicely placed over a blanket.

Softly grabbing your hand, he guides you to the blanket and helps you sit down. “Oh Iida, what’s all this for?” You smile.

“I didn’t want to say it informally but—I have feelings for you!” Bowing his head down he avoids your gaze, hearing nothing from you he grows worried.

“I-I understand if you don’t reciprocate my feelings! You can still have what’s in the basket—“

“I like you too Iida”

Shocked by your answer, he becomes frozen in shock. Hands becoming stiff, as usual.

Giggling at his response, you tap his shoulder. “Iida, the basket?”

Snapping out from his state of shock he grabs ahold of the basket and opens it. He pulls out some of your favorite foods and fruits (of course he has his beef stew as well).

He then takes another thing from the basket, “I got you a gift.” He takes out a beautiful navy blue scarf, gasping you take it from his hands and hug him.

“Thank you! It’s beautiful,” you say, “I wanted it to be a symbol of our new relationship” he smiles.

Leaning in, you softly press your lips against his, Iida soon reciprocates the kiss in shock. Pulling away slowly you chuckle at Iida's bashful manners.

Later into the evening, the rest of your time there was amazing. The both of you talked and laughed, even held hands. You truly felt a strong connection over Iida that was different from all the other guys in your class.

With the picnic finally coming to a close, you speak.

“Wanna help untwist my hair?”

“Yes, I’d love to…”

I hope all of my black readers enjoyed this small one-shot! I hoped you all loved it :)

[pinkmirth]

—𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝗼𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 [𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞]

《𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 + 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝》

Boxes splayed across the bare, sheen hardwood of your newly owned apartment, some contents of them being haphazardly tossed out onto the floor, courtesy of Katsuki. Speaking of, the eager ash blonde had been taking this whole unpacking thing with a ravaging approach, a little more aggression than enthusiasm being displayed. This disregarding husband of yours had already broken two vases since the moving van hauled in your belongings..

You caught wind of his incoherent murmurs throughout the day, which were practically countless by now. You’d been racking your brain since, attempting to discover what had gotten your poor Katsuki so upset. Despite the marriage that bonded you and him, Katsuki’s profession usually got in the way of many personal things. For a while, it’d been a danger just for the pair of you to live together, so you haven’t been. Until now. It had been three days since you and him moved from the comfort of your hometown, Musutafu, to the renowned capital, Tokyo, and you wished you could say it had been smooth sailing. Unfortunately, a certain Bakugou wasn’t having the best time, always sputtering a profanity or a groan left and right. His case of the grumps was probably a trip of his complex emotions, either caused by a sense of neediness, deprivation of some sort, or bottled rage. You were betting, practically hoping on the first two instead. Knowing your husband, it meant well that he’d get his hands on miscellaneous household items to crush, smash and break, as some way of channeling his anger episodes. Three days down the line, and you already needed to replace a handful.. Though, it was currently dinner time, and you were sure that was a good thing. Katsuki’s little funk would wash away come 6pm. Cooking had a way of melting away the male’s heaps of stress, especially when you offered to join in. Throughout that hour of making food and serving you his prideful dishes, he always carried a subtle smile. Dinner wasn’t something to worry about. “Fuckin’ hell!” Scratch that. Telling by the pestering clatter of the cabinets he was yanking open, to the dastardly echo of his stomps, it seemed that you couldn’t rely on the succor of food for any longer. “I oughta’ set this lousy kitchen on fucking fire!” You let out a hefty sigh, picking yourself up from the spacious beanbag, since you were yet to assemble any couches, before strolling over to the kitchen, awaiting to see the reason behind your husband’s exaggerated shrieking. “Katsu-Chan, what's the issue..?” Your husband immediately bombarded you with a growled rant, “I can’t find my shitty apron!” You eyed Katsuki through furrowed brows. Is all this attitude really about one measly apron? Nah, I doubt it, your inner voice chimed. “And there ain’t any more pepper seasoning, so I haven’t got a clue what I’ll cook now..” he spewed through gritted teeth, recklessly tossing away the poor frying pan that he’d been holding onto all the while, impressive dents imprinted onto the handle, curved into the shape of his fingers. In that case, you had one more household item to replace. Noted.. “I can’t find that damned thing,” he spoke with an exasperated huff, his hands flying up to the cupboards, motioning them open and closed with the slightest violent tendency. “Hate to break it to you, sweet cheeks, but we ain’t eating dinner tonight,” you scoffed over Katsuki’s recurring dramatics, “These past few days have been shitty anyway..” He’d said it throughout a lowly mutter, but it was enough to cause a nervous stream to rush through you. Did he not like it here? Perhaps the city was too busy for Dynamight, maybe he wasn’t immune to getting homesickness as he liked to brag about, or it couldve been that he just wasn’t ready to get used to such a foreign occurrence in your relationship— living together. But, of course, considering your nature to bat things off with a joke of some sort, you contorted your worries into a comical stick to jab at your husband with.

“Darling, if you’re on your man-period, you should’ve just said so..” you’d said it with fabricated pity, all the while holding back your chuckles as his brows began to furrow, upper lip curving vexingly.

“You think you’re so damn funny, dontcha’, woman..?”

“Yeah, just a little bit.”

Another rasped groan left the lips of the ever-impatient Bakugou Katsuki, “Oi. Are ya’ just gonna keep giggling on about my little anger episode forever?”

Hm. For once, he actually acknowledged it for what it is, you thought briefly, before making your way around the glossy, marble-design kitchen island, your hands finding solace on his defined, muscular triceps. 

The thick straps of his black, square neck tank top gradually began to slide past his shoulders, shadowing over his collarbone before you inched it back up.

“Do you.. like it here, Katsuki?” By the moment he answered your answer with an aggressive snort, you realized you had nothing to worry about.

 “Why the hell wouldn't I? We didn’t pay for this house just to hate the place,” he scoffed, his large palms skimming over the small of your back before thick fingers of his wrapped around your waist.

“That’s a relief, but you’ve been acting a little grumpy— Like something’s bothering you. Could you just tell me how you’re feeling?” You finally admitted your questioning thoughts with an expectant look, watching Katsuki return your curiosity with a subtle smirk. “You wanna know what’s bothering me..?” 

“Y’know what, never mind. Don’t wanna hear it, Katsu-Chan.”

Your abrupt response had him knitting his brows and emitting confused huffs. “So you’re just gonna change your mind on me like that?!” You jabbed at his chest with your pointer finger to punctuate your reply, “because you made it sound creepy, that’s why!”

Katsuki then tightened his grip around your waist, earning a breathy gasp out of you. Before you could question the blonde, he already had you hauled up into the kitchen island, standing between your dangling legs with the tip of his nose grazing yours. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the comforting warmth of his sizey hands, your arms instinctively flinging around the back of his neck.

“Alright, I’ll tell you the truth, hon,” confessed Katsuki, “The move has been great, but horrible. It all went good, I guess. No missing items, moving trucks arriving in record time, everything we wanted. But there’s one more thing that we wanted that you seemed to forget about, you lil’ idiot..”

Despite the use of an insult, his cheeks and ears began the bloom a subtle but pretty pink, his sharp red eyes averting from your own blinking ones.

“Care to inform me on whatever I forgot..?” You skimmed through my your memory frantically in those few seconds that he’d paused, trying to dig up a pleasing answer before he told you himself.

“Privacy, [Y/N].. We’d have so much, too much once we moved to our own place. And we loved the sound of that. Y‘know why, right..?”

Your heart suddenly leapt within your chest at his indication, his left brow rising suggestively as he briefly cocked his head. You definitely knew why.

“So we could have times like this. Without any damned interruptions. I can suck your face off without one of my shitty friends popping up unexpectedly, ain’t that swell?” His voice held the slightest bit of laughter in it, his tone comical and yearning.

“So.. if I said that I wanna feel you close to me..” you murmured, your breath fanning over his proximate lips, “Like, really really close, it wouldn’t be a problem, yes?” A teasing, lingering peck was what you placed across his cheek, earning a genuine grin from Katsuki as a response.

“Who the hell’s gonna stop you? In fact, I’ve got my own idea,” his lowly voice came out booming nonetheless, but of course, the benefit of privacy made sure that his volume wasn’t a problem.

“I wanna watch you. While you watch me.” He didn’t have to be lewdly exact with his words, the lust-blown gaze in your husband’s vermillion eyes was enough to tell what he wanted. It was simple enough as he’d said; Mutual masturbation, just a few minutes before dinner time would commence.

Albeit the serene atmosphere, you couldn’t hold back your snicker over your realization. Bakugou Katsuki, your impatient lover. The poor guy had been in such a distasteful mood, only because of his unnerving libido..

“You wanna watch me take off my panties, huh?” Your teasing statement came out as a suggestive giggle, your hand placed sturdily at the nape of his neck while the unoccupied one got to work on making his fantasies a reality, tugging at the hem of your leggings hastily.

“You’ve gotta watch me too, y’know,” Katsuki reminded you with a gravelly chuckle, shimmying and pulling his bottoms off as though there were no time to spare.

His half naked form had attracted you in an instant, eyes drawing to his thick cock, semi-hard and already being encased into his moving palm.

“Don't just stare. It works both ways, sweet cheeks. I wanna see some fingers moving’ already,” Puffs of breath were taken between his words, ruby red eyes already lidded with an agape mouth that poured out the most arousing groans.

“Nah, I think I’ll just enjoy the show for now,” you decided matter-of-factly, pressing a sloppy kiss along his defined jawline, causing him to emit another grunt, lowly slapping sounds being heard from his vulgar ministrations.

“You think you’re cute, huh..” hissed Bakugou, trudging his clothes back on with a grunt, to your dismay. “Forget it. Instead of putting on a show for a brat like you, I’m gonna go straight to dinner.”

You accepted the fate that your actions resulted in, ready to slide off the island, just before his stern hands stopped you. He gave you this glance, one that made you eye him in suspicion as he kept his hands on each of your thighs, spreading them apart with a lax grin.

“Katsu— Ah!” By now, the blonde had already dropped to his knees, now face level with your clothed heat. “W-what about dinner..?!”

“Whaddya’ mean?” His tone came out rasped and attractive, a growing smirk reaching his lips as his fingers prodded at the band of your bottoms, “This is my dinner, babe..”