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⌕ [ my clothes ] — d. kaminari !

“is that my shirt?”

yn turns around, eyes widening. panic flashes across her face for a split second before she processes the smile plastered on denki’s face.

“maybe,” she shrugs, turning back around towards the counter. she drops another grape into the bowl and tries to supress the smile creeping its way onto her face.

he walks closer until he’s pushed up against her back, wrapping his arms around her torso and putting his head in the crook of her neck.

“i love how you look in my clothes,” he whispers.

yn giggles, turning to look at him. “yeah?”

he hums, nodding. he places a soft kiss on her neck and she shivers a little, making him laugh.

“it’s getting late,” she says quietly, eyes closing as he continues placing kisses on her neck.

denki pulls away. “you want me to stop?” his brows furrow a little as he studies her side profile. “let’s go to bed. it is getting late.”

yn’s eyes shoot open and she quickly turns and wraps her arms around his neck. “no!” she exlcaims. “i mean, no. let’s just, stay here for a second. okay?”

denki smiles at her. “okay,” he says softly. he leans down and presses a kiss on her lips. he pulls back and rests his forehead on hers.

“hey, denki?” she whispers.

he hums. “what’s up?”

she giggles and kisses him again. “i love you.”

he laughs and wraps his arms around her, lifting her up a little. “i love you too, weirdo,” he sighs and looks at the clock. past 2am. “okay. time for bed.”

yn nods in agreement.

denki’s phone buzzes and he furrows his brows. who’s texting him at 2am?

shin [ 2:13am ]

lmk when you’re done being cringey in the kitchen. i’m fucking hungry.

denki snickers and pockets his phone. “fucking dumbass.”

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The run up to the season is tough, taxing both physically and mentally on Atsumu. The setter had been out of the house before you had woken up, the tepid cup of tea placed by your bedside table letting you know that you had only missed him by 10 minutes or so. It was now late afternoon and he was finally home.

“Long day?” You walk towards Atsumu who slumps onto the sofa. Groaning loudly, he sprawls across the furniture, eyes shutting blissfully. His gym bag was still strapped to his shoulder, half on the couch, half spilling onto the floor making you smile fondly.

“Yeah, something like that.” he mumbles. Atsumu peeks an eye open to ask you “How was your day, baby?”

“A slow one,” you reply honestly, recalling your mundane day. “Had to pick a few things up from the grocery store so I made your favourite.”

The blond sits up at the mention of food. “You’re an angel you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” you muse. 

“Yeah?” You’ve finally made it close enough for the setter to reach you and he wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you, guiding you onto his lap. You happily take a seat, resting your arms around his shoulders so you can run your fingers through his hair. “Hope it wasn’t some rando at the grocery store.” he growls playfully, nipping at your neck.

You squirm in his arms, giggling as his nibbles turn into kisses, tickling the skin up your neck and across your jaw. Never one to miss an opportunity to tease, Atsumu purposely skips past your lips, making you pull back with a frown.

The setter grins boyishly, swiping a thumb over your pout. “Sorry sorry.” he chuckles before landing a wet kiss on you, laughing even harder when you scrunch your nose and peel away from him.

“Go put your stuff away. I’m gonna check on dinner.”

“Dinner? When I’ve got a whole five course meal in my arms?”

You can’t help but snort at his lame joke. “Just a few minutes ago you were drooling at the mention of food.”

“Yeah, well now I’m hungry for something else.” he insists, palms smoothing along your waist.

Rolling your eyes, you rest your palms on his chest, creating a safe distance between you two. “Pack it up, Romeo. Dinner in 10 minutes.” you warn, giving him a peck before slipping away from his hold.

Atsumu sighs contently, a lazy grin plastered across his face as he leans back onto the sofa, arms crossed behind his head. “I love it when you boss me around.”

“10 minutes. If you’re not there I’m packing it up and taking it to ‘Samu tomorrow.”

Atsumu scrambles.

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God shoto with earrings. Sobs

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he looks so sassy i love him

Pro Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight

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⌕ [ 3am ] — h.shinsou !

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this is so valid

You think Deku is the knight in a TDDK relationship?

deku is the knight in tddk and bkdk. he is the princess in izuocha. hope this helps

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glitterbomb

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a lil denki comm for someone on twidder =v=

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very quick sketch of the old man

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THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT OH MY GOD

oh me, oh my, the cowboy bakugou brainrot that i have HAD. i've decided he's perfect for it. 100% has it down pat. whew doggy. can you IMAGINE him in his levi's and his soft cotton tee and his square-toed work boots hello??? HELLO???? and a HAT goodbye

he's like. okay so he's this guy from your teeny home town, right. someone you knew in high-school, maybe weren't friends with but had classes together and had friends of friends of each other. and he was always kind of an asshole and had a truck by the time he was like 16 and never could go out on the weekends or stay out late bc he was always helping his dad. and he never left -- but you did.

and you come back on a random night, for whatever reason, and your old friends take you out to some local bar that you can't believe is still up and open and running and. he's there. little drunk and loud and so fucking handsome. tan from working outside, fit from lifting hay and roping horses and his hands are rough and maybe a little dirty and he's just in a shirt and jeans but god. he looks so good.

and he's so smooth too. all "fancy seein' you here" and "looks like someone grew up right", smells like fresh cut grass and sharp aftershave. pats your hips to get your attention. oh yeah, you're going home with him. no doubt. he still drives that fucking truck, single cab, and before he even can get out of the parking lot, he's got a hand up your shirt and his mouth on yours and he's got to physically strap himself in so he can drive back to his house.

and he's great and rough and you can't believe the best sex of your life is from this country boy from back home. wild.

but. he's still kind of an asshole. and by the morning, he's grouchy and not as smooth and leavin' by the crack of dawn bc he's got shit to do. the little chickens in his yard are talking outside his window while you get dressed, maneuvering around his home as carefully as you can. being in there alone, knowing he's probably ready to be rid of you -- makes you feel like you're doing something wrong. so you call your friend to come get you, sitting on his porch -- that he built himself, by the way -- and just. watching him. out in the field, sheepdog running behind him and the horse he's riding. he's got his hat on bc the sun is fully out by now and beating down on the back of his neck and you can tell he's already sweating.

he lives a little further out of town than you or your friend realized, so you're just waiting when he comes back to sit beside you on the porch, all quiet. his dog comes up too, relishing in all the attention you give him until bakugou pushes him away, telling him to get on.

he doesn't smile as much now that he's sober, just frowns at you. "didn't think i'd see you 'round here again."

the dog comes back and you don't care. you scratch at his fluffy ears anyway. "didn't think you'd notice i was even gone."

he snorts, boots scuffing in his gravel drive as he shifts. "don't be dumb, 'course i noticed."

and you two weren't friends in high-school, hardly ever spoke to one another. maybe saw him in the hallway or thanked him when he opened doors for you. sat in front of him in class or next to him on those rare friday night football games he got to go to, when it was starting to get cold and he would give you the carhart off his own back just 'cause you were shivering and he ran hot anyway.

and he still does, beside you on the porch. when you look up from his dog, he's peering at you with all that heat, tipping his hat up a little to see you better.

"got eggs 'n shit, if you're hungry. if you wanna --" he lifts the bottom of his shirt to wipe at sweat on his brow and yeah. yes. whatever he's gonna say. yes. "if you wanna stay and eat."

good thing you got no phone signal out there, bc you didn't really wanna leave anyway.

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OKY ITS CURRELNTLY 1:33 AM AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT COWBOY BAKUGOU OH MY GOD IMAGINE HIM WITH LIKE A DARK GRAY SHIRT ON AND JEANS AND BOOTS AND HE HAS LIKE AN UNDERCUT THING AND HES WEARING A COWBOY HAT IM ACTUALLY ACREAMING

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⌕ [ if i was a worm ] — i.midoriya + k.bakugou + s.todoroki !

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AVES, she her, 19

LINKS : hq mlist, bnha mlist, love letter collec, newest !

hi guys !! it’s avery :D so i’ve decided that i’m no longer posting on tumblr anymore lol. i’ve been really busy and i just have a lot of stuff going on so i’m taking an permanent hiatus :’( i will miss all of you guys so so much !! i’m leaving my posts up, but i will no longer be active on this account.

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(aggressively stumbles to mic) put dabi in the bunny suiT

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᠀ texts with atsumu miya ! (plus one with shoyo hinata)

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Someone get barbarian/dragon king Bakugou out of my head for the love of god

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Barbarian! Bakugou who loves to torture you, the eldest child of one of his parent’s advisors.

As a kid, he loved to pop up behind you, out of bushes, around corners, just to hear you shriek and then he’d run off laughing. Tug on your hair until you’d bat at him.

As a teen, he was no better, galloping his horse entirely too close to you as he passed, jamming a chair in front of your door so you were late to the lessons you shared with him.

And as an adult? God, he was insufferable. His pranks weren’t so physical anymore, not aiming to make you shriek. He just liked bothering you, loved getting a rise out of you as you tried to study, his heavy boots sprawled across your desk as he sat in your chair. He loved your sharp tongue, grinning widely when you’d mutter our complaints over being his advisor one day.

You never understood why the women around the palace and kingdom fawned over him. Sure, he was handsome, with his golden skin and blonde locks and eyes the color of your favorite wildflowers… but he was an ass, and you both knew it.

But despite all his torturing and pestering, you never fought back, a fact that had him amping up his antics, getting bolder.

It’s how you end up in your current situation, pinned up against a shelf in the library, Bakugou’s hulking figure closing you in as he smirks down at you. He’s entirely too close, and you hold a book clutched to your chest to try and create a sort of barrier between you and his roaming gaze.

He looks entirely too comfortable like this, licking his lip before he speaks, his voice low and teasing. “Yknow my parents keep telling me that eventually I’ll have to settle down and start producing heirs. As my future advisor, I think it’s only fair you help me practice, for the good of the kingdom.”

Your eyes widen and cheeks heat at what he’s suggesting, and panic trips in your chest as he begins to lean in closer. You react without thinking, lifting the heavy book in your hands and swinging.

You didn’t really mean to hit him, only hoping that he’d dodge the swipe, but there’s a harsh smack as the leather makes contact with his cheek and his face is shoved sideways.

You gasp, the book dropping from your grasp with a clatter as your hands cover your mouth in horror, already babbling out apologies as he straightens, rubbing his cheek.

You can’t see his face from this angle, but you can see all your hard work and parent’s legacy crumble before your very eyes, sure that you’ve doomed your entire family with one accidental strike.

Tears begin to bubble at your lashline, blurring your vision as he turns to face you. You’re quick to cover your face, horrified to let him see you like this. You jump when a hand circles around your wrist and tugs it down, calloused from years of wielding a sword.

A moment later, he’s pressing the book back into your hand, quiet as you stare up at him in surprise, lip wobbling. He’s still silent as he cups your cheek, swiping away a tear that’s rolling down your skin, and you’re surprised to see that his ruby eyes are gentle, a sharp contrast to the usual glint he usually dons when looking at you.

“Shouldn’t tease you so much, ‘m sorry,” he murmurs, and your mouth falls open in surprise at his apology, especially since you can already see his cheek purpling where you hit him.

Before you can speak, he’s gone again, and you’re left staring after him, wondering what the hell just happened.