I am here

when bakugou works out, he usually has earphones in. he likes to listen to music, usually, because people are irritating. but sometimes when he knows you’re likely to be free, just doing chores or running errands or lounging around, he calls you.

“hey katsuki,” you say. he won’t ever tell you, but he likes the way you say his name. he likes the feeling he gets hearing the warmth in your voice. only for him.

“hey,” he says back.

you never need prompting to begin chatting away. he does his cardio, weightlifting, to the sound of your voice in his ears. he turns the volume up because he’d rather hear you talk about your day, your dumb coworkers, what you’re planning on having for dinner, than listen to the ambient sounds of a gym, or worse—other people trying to talk to him.

(and maybe you look forward to these calls of his. maybe you enjoy the sounds of his exertion—the grunts, the heavy breathing. they remind you of… another type of exercise.)

pro hero hawks who scares his new cute wing quirk assistant by accident & falls in love when she puffs up her wings out of instinct to make herself look bigger/scarier

One day Bakugou will tell you how he feels about you, but today is not that day.

No but really, why do girls always type the most filth with the straightest faces while the guy on the other end is probably losing his shit😭😂

“Why do you even bother with this shit?”

You don’t even attempt to shield your phone, it’s nothing that your boss hasn’t seen a million times before. Your face is bored as you swipe through the options, leaning against your desk with your coat and bag on ready to leave the agency for the day as you wait for Bakugou.

To most it was probably peculiar for you to be leaving at the same time as the number two hero, but it had become almost a tradition for you to both grab gyoza at the small ramen bar down the street each Thursday after work. It was a place that Bakugou had found by chance one evening when he stopped a petty villain stealing the cash register off-duty. An act that wasn’t forgotten by the kind owner who offered him free gyoza for life— but he’d always leave his money on the table. The food was good, and the atmosphere quiet, just how he liked it. And you had too the first time he’d invited you after your train home was cancelled.

It almost felt like an unlabelled date night, the two of you laughing over gyoza and asahi away from the stress of the outside world for an hour before he’d walk you to the station and wait for your train before making his way to his platform. A slew of food photos and selfies saved in your phone that could indicate a blossoming relationship if they were posted on your socials, and not saved in your camera roll. And perhaps it could be a date— if Bakugou would ever admit his feelings for you.

“Look at what he said to me the other day,” Your fingers scroll up on your phone screen and Bakugou takes the opportunity to look at the way the light shines off your cheeks, feeling that familiar warmth begin to burn like it always does when he thinks of you, “It was so embarrassing.”

Bakugou squints at the screen, trying to read the text without his glasses as his face swiftly contorts to disgust. He doesn’t need to read the whole message to know the guy is an absolute fucking douchebag—

“He wants to what?!” Bakugou’s blush tickles the tips of his ears as he pulls back to make eye contact with you, “How would you even get in that position?”

“You’d be surprised—” You laugh, light and airy, and it has Bakugou leaning against the side of your desk to stop himself from tumbling forward.

“I refuse to believe that works on anyone.” He snorts as he shrugs his own coat on, switching the light off as you both walk towards the elevator.

“Call it the best of a bad bunch,” You laugh, stepping into the lift as you show him the screen again. This time it’s a conversation that has his throat dry as he immediately focuses on your messages. Just the right amount of innocence piled high with implication as he thought about you texting him like that.

“Guy sounds like a fuckin’ loser,” Bakugou plays it off, jabbing the ground floor button with a little more aggression than necessary as the doors close behind you.

“He seems okay,” You mumble, “He works at Deku’s agency.”

“Definitely a loser then.” He sneers.

“Stop.” You grin at him, and Bakugou has to stop his heart from leaping from his chest from how hard and fast it beats.

“What rank is he?” Bakugou scrunches his nose. He better be at least top twenty before he even thinks about having a chance with someone as perfect as you, and even then that wouldn’t be enough.

“He’s still a sidekick, actually.” You laugh, “I got enough Pro-Hero stress dealing with you.”

“Ya better not be thinking about jumping ship.”

“You know I’d never.” You reply truthfully, “I’m a Dynamight girl til I die.”

Bakugou’s cheeks flushed pink at your admission, heart swelled with pride as he let your words stroke his ego.

“Yeah, ya better be.” Bakugou watched in amusement as you kept a straight face as you texted him back, wondering whether you were keeping the conversation sweet or suggestive. Would you look the same if you were texting him like this? Bored and uninterested as you spewed word after word of crass dialogue. He hoped you’d enjoy it like he would, sending flirty messages that would have him grinning at the screen.

“You’re replying to him wantin’ to eat you out with a straight face.”

“Yeah,” You scoffed, “The best of a bad bunch, I guess. At least he hasn’t asked for any nudes yet.”

Bakugou scrunched his nose in irritation at the thought of anyone getting to see that. The selfish part of him wishing that he could be the one that you’d send those photographs to. Posing in the prettiest mesh and lace as you posed for the camera, or maybe sending him a video of you strewn back against tousled sheets. Fingers buried inside your wet, warm heat as you cried out his name.

“You’re textin’ the wrong people,” He shakes his head, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, “You deserve better.”

“Where am I gonna find better?” You smile over your phone screen towards him, “Especially in this city.”

“I think you’re looking in the wrong places.”

“Wherever I look I just find the same stupid guys.” You sigh, shoving your phone away as you walk towards the exit, giving a smile and wave to the evening security guard as Bakugou nods his head.

Holding the glass door open for you to walk through first, “Yeah, we suck.”

I NEED TO READ I NEED TO WRITE I NEED TO CREATE I NEED TO DRAW I NEED TO CLEAN I NEED TO WORK OUT I NEED TO LEARN *watches YouTube for 6 hours*

Putting on perfume to piss your alpha boyfriend off.

He’s glaring at you.

Not like he wants to hurt you. Never that. But it is a very ferocious glare.

“What?” You ask innocently, trying to keep your lips from pulling into a wily grin.

“You know what,” he growls, deep in his throat so you know he’s really pissed. It’s a warning, and it makes you shiver in excitement.

You turn your nose up in the air, a look of deviance and feigned surprise playing up your features.

“What do you mean? If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked,” you reply with a small huff.

He takes a few steps toward you, looming over you like a great wall of steaming rock. You can feel his breath brush over your forehead when he huffs through his nose. He inhales again and his nose wrinkles in disgust.

“Take that shit off, you know I hate it,” he demands.

You roll your eyes, and very quickly bite your lip. His command—a command from your alpha—makes your limbs tingle. Immediately you feel the urge to do as he says, but like the stubborn thing you are, you ignore it.

“I’m supposed to be going out with the ladies. I wanna smell fancy for once,” you whine.

He keeps glaring.

The breaths he pushes out through his nostrils almost makes him look like a bull, ready to erupt.

Just one more push.

“Besides, it’s not like you’ll be around all night to smell it,” you say shrugging.

Before your shoulders can fall completely you’re whisked away and plastered with your back to the front door. His hands are around both your wrists and he has them pinned above your head.

His knee fits between your thighs and with his incredible strength he lifts you just a bit to have your cunt tucked against his thigh. His tongue hangs out of his mouth, his brows are furrowed, and his incisors are glistening in the light of your apartment.

You have no time to register the movement before he sinks his teeth into your neck. You moan, loudly and it trickles off into a pitiful whimper.

He licks long and languidly up the sensitive skin of your neck and grinds you down on his thigh. He swallows your moans like a man dying of thirst and pulls at your bottom lip with his teeth.

When he finally pulls back from the kiss, you’re panting, your neck dribbling drops of crimson that stain your pretty dress. His eyes still hold that pulsing rage, though now he seems completely overtaken with lust.

He growls again and you purr low in amusement.

“There are easier ways of getting my attention,” he replies in annoyance.

You giggle, “I know. But this way is always more exciting.”

Fuck it i had an idea

Akaza has three tattoos on his dick that go around

One just below the tip

He runs his cock up and down your pussy, slowly sinking in until he can’t see the first strip no more. You moan and buck your hips to him already wanting more but he stops you. He holds you down with his strong arms. “Not yet, one at a time remember?” He whispers in your ear.

One halfway through

His hand comes down to play with your breast. He moves into you some more, he’s now halfway in you. One more to go.

You moan more,”please akaza-donoooo~ just fuck me alredy” Akaza smirks and shakes his head. “Patience, halfway there, you’re doing so well” he leans down and kisses your neck, tasting your skin and sweat.

He manoeuvres your body, putting your feet above your head giving him a perfect view of his cock in your pussy, you wish you could see what he sees, but just seeing his sculptured body manhandle you was good enough

He moves a hand to your clit and rubs a few times, then uses two fingers to spread your pussy more to get an even better look.

One by the pubic area

He slowly moves all the way in, smirking and looking down at you,”Fuck thats it.Such a good girl”

🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

being in love with ur friend like entirely platonically is insane. like. hey, i love you so much by the way. i carry a part of you in me, so if were apart ill still do things that will remind me of you because i got it from you. hey man i know were talking right now but i miss you. i love you

To anyone rbing this going "you can do this?" YES! It's apart of having friends I feel, youre a little bit in love with them. And that's fine, that's okay, you're meant to love and it's only human to love your friends with your whole heart. And to those of you going "but be careful" sure, but also remember that the love you give someone never really does go away. They still have it they will still get reminded of it somehow, you will also still remember it. Even if things do turn out bad with that person. You didn't waste your love, you loved how you were meant to, that's all you really can do

everyone had that one guy at their wizard school said edgy shit like "dark magic is just misunderstood, not evil" that ended up wanted in three countries for necromancy

have we considered noya with tattoos yet? we should

(Do you think there’s a moment, maybe a moment that occurs at least once for every hero, in your relationship with Bakugo, or Deku, where he’s confronted by a villain in front of you? On one of your dates, maybe?

And you’re kinda forced to just stand there on the corner of the sidewalk, not cold because Bakugo threw his jacket over you as he rushed into the middle of the road to start throwing punches, but wholly bored having been made to wait for the dispute to end?)

my problem is i am a girl who likes the idea of doing so many things but in reality only has the energy to daydream about doing those things rather than actually doing them

The stigma of self-inserts is so harmful to the creative process. Relax. Admit it. Everything you make is derivative of yourself, always, no exceptions. You can turn the mirror into tinier and tinier shards or you can make it as big as you want to reflect as much as you want. At the end of the day it's always going to show you inside of it. Pretending otherwise is stupid.

It's not about not using self-inserts.

It's about doing it in a way so that the reader doesn't know.

If I read the book and come to a moment where "oh, this is the author writing about themselves" my interest in the story drops by about 300%. Don't make it obvious and you'll be fine.

Nope. Wrong. Missed the point. It's about using self-inserts. You can make it as obvious as you want. It's perfectly fine. The point is to have fun.

THIS IS ABOUT SELF-INSERTS NOT READER-INSERTS (I misread initially)

Self-inserts! Do them! I won't read em but do em anyways! You're not supposed to appeal to me!!!

Reader-inserts, however. I am not a fan (evil)

"You're not supposed to appeal to me!!! But also if you write reader-inserts I am judging you"

Nope. You're missing the point also. Reader-inserts are also cool and chill. It isn't fucking about appealing to you.

As long as they aren't Mary Sues and clay the best, most coolest person ever who never does anything wrong.

Those characters are lame, let me see then walk into a light pole or get caught acting like a dweeb.

Nope. You're missing the point still. Stop acting like it's acceptable behavior for you to call the earnest creation of art "lame". Power fantasy characters are rad as fuck. Everybody loves seeing John Wick do that shit. You're not just being needlessly rude and harmful to others, you're also just flat out fuckin wrong.

I don't do flings, I devote myself to someone for centuries in a vampire-esque way

I just wanna make out

I just want his hands on my ribs or to pin me to the mattress or corner of the couch. I want him to hardly touch me aside from his lips. Kissing until they're swollen until my panties are ruined and he still refuses to touch me. Not yet, he hasn't gotten enough of me yet

recent studies says that if you have your blorbo's name in you are url, you are mentally ill. horny even.

“you know I love you, right?”

“yes.”

“good, bc I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”