I Need Everyone To Read This Right Now. So Good.

thinking about his muscles

*sighhhhh* me too babe. me too😔

I have gotten head for the very first time. i have no other words for you all other than holy fuck that shit feels good.

a/n: just a wee bit suggestive; about me really

"hajime! hey!" you don't even give him a chance to acknowledge you, "could you do me a favor?"

"sure, yeah." the answer is almost instinctual and also deceptively smooth from his mouth. his heart hammers at your sudden appearance. he had no idea you were in the library because had he, he would have spent less of his time studying the biomechanics of endurance performance and more time studying... you.

not that he needs to because of course he can ace an exam pertaining to you.

(he hopes this doesn't sound creepy. it's simply his natural predisposition, carrying a mental clipboard over the usual physical one, one made of whiteboard and notated in sharpie)

"will you tell me to get my shit together?"

he takes a moment. maybe two just to process. then he translates your question to his home tongue and then back to english once more. having been in the states for four years now, the statement is beginner's level at best but he feels like this is a test right now. three times two does equal six, but maybe he should put it in his calculator just to double check.

"be mean to me!" you double down with a firm nod, "i’ve been procrastinating on this essay all week and i need someone to tell me to get it together. i asked lena but she's my best friend so i'm like, i don't know, desensitized to her, you know? but if it's from you, then maybe i'll have the motivation to do it. you know what i mean?"

he only half-nods because he doesn't know, nor is he quite following.

"you're like the nicest guy in class. there's no way i can deny you!"

the composure he has is only because he's had to grow up with the most unpredictable idiots but holy shit. he's internally choking right now. dying really.

patiently, you wait. to steel his courage, he appraises you, runs his eyes down to your cupid’s bow where he’s memorized the angle, notates the smell of you that he’s found comfort in these past couple of years when you guys are trapped in those cubicles called study rooms, and now he memorizes the expression in your gaze.

you look at him like you need him, like he’s the one who holds the words you need to complete this essay.

“get your fucking shit together,” he says while pulling at the strap of your backpack. it’s boyish, it’s stupid, but despite his tone, he wants you to know he’s teasing. even if you did ask for it.

for some reason it’s you who stares back at him. and just for the sake of testing your theory, he pries even further, “are you going to be good and finally work on that essay?”

you nod, eyes wide with obedience and it makes him stir. to prevent himself from getting carried away, he spins you with your backpack and pushes you away from him, “okay then do it.”

you don’t look back. good thing because iwaizumi would have never been able to handle it. he exhales loudly into his palms once you’re out of sight, bending over to place his elbows on his knees.

the mental clipboard is back in his hands with future experiments being planned. you really can’t say no?

what would happen if he asked you out on a date? what about when he asks to kiss you? the thoughts fill his head, innocent and not.

everyone manifest that he answers 😁

it’s not working.

everyone manifest that he answers 😁

hello kitty band-aids

pairing: spider-man!iwaizumi x reader

words: 1.7k

summary: your friendly neighborhood spider-man needs your help to treat his wounds

genre: marvel au, fluff, sfw, humor

tw: wounds, blood

You still don’t know how exactly you got involved with him. One day he was your classmate, then you two were assigned to work together on a physics assignment, and the next thing you knew you were keeping Spider-Man's biggest secret, his identity.

Like every other girl in your school, you idolized him - the superhero, not Iwaizumi -. You acted like a fangirl whenever you saw him swinging around the streets or when he showed up on the news after saving people from a fire. Having someone to protect the city made you feel safe because you knew that if you ever needed help, Spider-Man would show up to save you, besides that, not knowing who he was gave him a mysterious and intriguing air. You found yourself awake at night dreaming of who your hero crush was and what he looked like, unbeknownst that he sat only a few desks away from you in class.

At first, you couldn’t comprehend how an eighteen-year-old teenager could be fighting bad guys in the streets when, logically, adults are stronger than him, but after Hajime pulled a truck with his web to save a kid inside it, all your doubts about his powers vanished.

And as much as people think superheroes are untouchable and invincible, even the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man has his bad days, which is why he is knocking on your window right now, trying to get you to let him in.

Iwaizumi can hear the loud music blasting inside the room and moves to the edge of the glass to see past the curtains. A soft smile that hurts his busted lips takes over his face as he sees you dancing in front of your bed with a microphone - also known as your hairbrush - in your hands. He chuckles while you jump in your place with your eyes closed, too emerged in the song to focus on anything else. Hajime could stay there for hours, watching how you act when no one else is around. However, the cut on his side is still bleeding and he needs to put some ice on his left wrist.

So he shifts to the side, behind the cloths covering the windows so you won’t be embarrassed that he was watching your concert, and knocks on the glass hard enough to be heard over the music.

Mere seconds later, you open the windows and let out a tiny gasp when you acknowledge the state he is in.

“Oh my God, Iwa, you look awful.”

“Thank you, you sure know how to flatter a man, Y/n.”

“Just get in already.”

You roll your eyes and tug on his wrist, immediately letting it go once a hiss escapes through his gritted teeth. Iwaizumi slips into your room, careful not to knock anything down as he does so. He plops on the floor and leans his back on your bed, his right-hand touches the side of his ribs, and he feels his fingers getting wet.

“Y/n, can you get the first aid kit, please?” He breathes out and rests his head back on the mattress.

Now that he is in a safe place, far from all the danger, the adrenaline in his veins disappears and he feels his body hurting all over. Maybe he should listen to you for once and go to a hospital to take care of all the injuries that most certainly left sequels behind, but why would he when the hospital doesn’t have the Hello Kitty’s band-aid’s you always put on his wounds?

“You know, I should start charging you, I had to buy three new kits during the past two months, my mom even asked if someone was beating me up at school because of all the ointment I’m using.”

Hajime can’t laugh because of the pain in his toráx, so he settles with a smirk instead. You take a mental picture of the sight. Why do men with busted lips and bloody cheeks smirking look so damn attractive? How is that even possible?

You quickly walk to the bathroom to hide your blushed cheeks, take the white box from the cabin and lock the door once you return to your room. There’s no one home besides you and Iwaizumi, but you rather not take any chances of your parents coming home early and finding someone with you.

When you look at Hajime, you wish you had locked yourself outside of the room. Spider-Man has the upper part of his uniform resting around his hips, his muscular torso exposed and his chest rising and falling quickly. You can swear your cheeks are melting from how hot they feel.

Your moment of thirst is cut short when you take notice of the cut on his rib, it’s not bleeding so much anymore due to the pressure Iwaizumi put on it, but it still looks bad.

“Iwa, what happened?”

You kneel beside him and pull everything out of the box so you can treat him.

“Five guys were breaking into a jewelry store, I went down to stop them, but I didn’t see a sixth guy coming closer. He had a knife, and the rest you know.”

“Don’t you have a sixth sense? How could you not see him coming.”

Iwaizumi takes a deep inhale while you drag a cloth wet with alcohol across his wound.

“I had my mind somewhere else.”

“What could you possibly be thinking of while fighting bad guys?”

“Doesn’t matter right now.” He turns his head to the other side, but not before you catch a glimpse of his reddened cheeks.

With the blood out of the way, you can see the injury more clearly. You wonder if it needs a couple of stitches or not, you’re just a high-schooler after all, you’re definitely not the one Hajime should be going to treat his wounds. But knowing the brunette, he is too stubborn to go to a hospital, so you’ll have to take it into your hands to fix him.

You try your best to stay focused on your task, but the hardened ridges of his muscles call out for you. Just a little glance. It won’t hurt. Yes, it will. We’re only inches away, he won’t even notice you looking at us.

You give in to temptation, and as you apply ointment to the cut you let your eyes shift to the center of his abs. So that is what he’s been hiding all this time. Seijoh’s uniform for sure doesn’t make Hajime justice. His six-pack stares back at you in all its handsome glory, his chest makes you want to lay on it, and his shoulders mock you into thinking of how they move when he’s lifting some weight. Oh, if only you could take a glance at his back to see if it is nearly as perfect as his front, it probably is, even the motherfucker's calves are hot.

Panic settles in when you feel something hot under your hand, only then do you realize your fingers are tracing the edges of his muscles — touching Iwaizumi, touching his abs. You look up to him to find olive eyes already staring at you, seeing through your soul.

You pull your hand back as if he was a walking disease and pretend you’re busy organizing the first-aid supplies while he coughs into his hand.

“The injury is fixed.” You say, clasping your hands together.

“Thanks.” He says, avoiding eye contact with you. “Could you put a band-aid on my cheek?”

You nod and reach out to the Hello Kitty stamped card box on your nightstand, always in sight for unexpected moments - like this one - when your hero comes over.

Hajime lays his head back again and you hover over him, face to face. With a gentle touch, you clean the cut with a cotton ball then place the pink band-aid on his skin. Getting out of your focus, you lock eyes with Iwaizumi, who watched you the whole time you treated his face. You gulp.

“My lip is busted.”

“I can see that.”

Silence.

“Will you treat it?”

“Yes.” You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and reach out to the kit, but he stops you before you grab it.

“Why don’t you kiss it better?”

Suddenly, the air seems denser inside your lungs.

“…What?”

Hajime slowly lifts his hand and cups your left cheek as if testing waters. His eyes watch yours for any signs of reluctance and he pulls you closer unhurriedly, to give you enough time to get away in case you change your mind.

Your lips hover over one another, not touching completely, yet you can feel the high point of his upper lip so close to the gap between yours that it almost feels like you’re kissing. But you’re not, and every hair of your body standing up in a goosebump urges for you to close the less than millimetric gap separating you two.

“Y/n! I brought you some manjū! It was fresh out of the oven.” Your mom shouts from the other side of the door, making you jump in your place.

“Shit.” You mumble under your breath.

Iwaizumi quickly gives you a peck and swiftly gets up from the floor while you push all the medical supplies under your bed.

“Y/n?! Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah, just a minute!” You yell, voice wavering from panic.

Hajime struggles with his uniform. Besides the rush, his ribs hurt- correction, his whole body hurts, and as much as he’s trying not to make any sounds, there’s only so much pain one can take. You quickly step in to help and glare at him to be silent.

In record time you dress him up and push him gently towards your window.

“Bye. Thanks.” He whispers rushily and kisses your cheek before swinging away.

“Y/n?!”

You fly across the room and open the door wide.

“Hi, mom.” You smile

“What were you doing?”

“Uh… push-ups!”

She looks at you with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

“Okay…? Here’s your manjū, Sweetie.”

“Thanks a lot, mom. I’m gonna finish my push-ups now, bye.”

You close the door and collapse on your bed. The recent events were so comic you wanted to laugh. Instead, you sit up and start chewing on the bean-filled sweet, and only then you realize.

Spider-man kissed you.

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Ok but now that pda post has me thinking about trying to deny Bakugo a kiss, doesn’t matter if it’s public or private, and he’s just grabbing your face and trying so hard to give you a kiss and you’re giggling and like sure it’s cute but he’s getting all 😡😤 and grumpy like 😡😡 giv me a damn kiss woman and it’s just so cute ugh 😪✋🏼

(pda post)

GODDDDDDD im really glad you’re bringing this up bc I felt SO big brain when I first thought about it tbh… 

Like he really just does not want to admit that he’s a sucker for kisses🥺

i had a bit more to say but tbh i forgot it all..... and tho this didn’t turn out as sweet as i imagined it would, hope u enjoy nonetheless!! 

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Most days when Bakugo is leaving for work, you trail down the hall in your socks after him, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips before he goes.

Today, you do not. 

Maybe it’s because you want to see what would happen if you didn’t… and maybe it’s because you’re sick of giving him kisses he sometimes makes a game out of refusing. Not always, but every so often, he’ll leave you standing on your tiptoes for seconds, smirking down at the way you raise your eyebrows and wait (beg) for him to meet you halfway.

So today you won’t, either.

“I’m leaving,” Bakugo’s gruff voice reverberates through the halls, echoing to where you stand in the kitchen as he pulls on his shoes by the front door.

Holding back a smirk, you don’t move, continuing to fuss with your coffee as you nonchalantly call back.

“See you.”

You allow the silence to reverberate through the house as you face the espresso machine, waiting patiently for his reaction… though it’s not long before Bakugo is sticking his head through the doorway, eyes pointedly narrowed as he glares at you sourly and says your name in question. 

“I said, I’m leaving.” 

You do your best to bite back a smile, the rather confused and disgruntled expression on his face almost enough to make you laugh, give up and run into his arms. 

Almost.  

“I heard you, babe,” you respond, peeking over your shoulder coyly to gauge his reaction.

Eyes wide and lips flat in question, Bakugo takes step forward, entering the kitchen as he tries again to find the right words to say. 

“Did you forget something, dumbass?”

Though his voice is still rough, at the same time, it’s also rather quiet, reminding you of the calm before a storm, as he so often is.

“I don’t think so,” you raise your eyebrows, feigning confusion as you look around the room for something you know doesn’t exist. “Did I?” 

One side of Bakugo’s lips curls downward into a pout, and he pauses to continue staring at you blankly with twitching brows. When you don’t say anything, he closes his eyes, forehead creasing as he sighs.

“Yes,” he huffs, voice heavy on his tongue, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, “you did.” 

Bakugo stomps to you, form large and imposing. You try to take a step backward, but before you’re able to turn and make an escape, a fist is grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and the laugh bubbles out before you can stop it. 

Instantly, your cheeks warm at his touch as he drags you to his chest, spinning you around to face him.

Looking at him up close, Bakugo’s tanned cheeks flushed as he blinks at you, you coo. 

“What did I forget?” 

Eyes focused and warm, as though he didn’t just have a mini tantrum to get this far, he only has to dip forward the slightest bit before you’re pushing yourself onto your tiptoes, his hand still wrapped in your shirt. 

-

You didn’t run to kiss him goodbye again. 

Waved him off from inside the kitchen with that slick, little smile of yours, refusing to both move or acknowledge the sound of his footsteps down the hall. 

Normally, Bakugo would play along. Stand in the foyer long enough for you to start calling his name in the silence… and then, when you’d stick your head through the doorway to check on him, he’d grab you by the nape of your neck to pull you in for a wet kiss goodbye. 

Today, however, already soured from the slight ache of his back and the early shift he was given, he didn’t feel like it. 

So instead of waiting for you to kiss him goodbye as he normally would, playful or not, when he didn’t hear your soft footsteps behind him, he had simply decided to leave the house, thinking maybe that’d show you as he laced up his boots and kicked the door shut. 

It did feel slightly wrong, leaving you hanging, but a part of him was always a little frustrated when you made him work for his morning kiss… so what difference would missing one make? 

Though, when he thinks about, it’s not like you don’t always give him one in the end, smoothing down his shirt when you pull back and blessing his eyes with that pretty smile of yours that he loves so much…  

It’s also not like he’s ever expressed this to you, either... always usually willing to wait or play your little games when you’re bold enough to try them. 

Bakugo makes it halfway down the street before his footsteps begin to slow, hating the way his heart sinks the farther away he gets. Part of him, though he’s not sure which part, knows that this is wrong… that ignoring you only to pacify his stubborn attitude will only hurt the both of you in the end.  

Finally coming to a halt, he curses, thinking about the fact that refusing to kiss you goodbye means breaking your little ritual.

He groans, turning on his heels so as to return to your apartment, deep down knowing that the day will only get worse if he doesn’t go back for his kiss. 

However, he barely makes it three steps towards your building before he spots you shooting out of the front door, a worried look etched on your face as you scan the streets for his form. 

“Katsuki!” you call, immediately running to him when you spot him down the road, one of his sweatshirts haphazardly pulled over your head, your feet in mismatched slippers. 

Bakugo’s eyes widen, and he just barely manages to jog to meet you before he’s opening his arms and you’re jumping into them. Clinging to his shoulders, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt to your lips, pressing them feverishly against your own as you heave. 

“You left…” you breathe, pulling back to cup his jaw and run your thumbs over his cheeks, brows raised in sweet question. “You left without a kiss.” 

Bakugo grumbles, lost in your eyes as he wraps one arm around your waist and rubs the back of his neck with the other. His cheeks tint a slight pink, so instead of answering, he dips his head down for another kiss you happily lean up to give him. 

“Then kiss me, idiot.” 

Could you please well if you don't want to that's fine but could you make a bakugo x y/n 18+ y/n getin prego🤐 i sound so sus but idc

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Bkg x fem!reader

cw: breeding, unprotected sex, mdni

short & unedited. im sorry

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“does it feel good sweet girl?” his words matching the sweet sensation of his thrusts. every one sending your head into a frenzy.

“Cmon baby tell your suki how good it feels.” hot hands running down your body covered in a layer of sweat. The pair of you have been at it for hours, ever since you visited kirishima’s new baby it’s all you could think about. As you walked through the front door Katsuki’s hands were on you in a second.

“S-so good, S-ugh yes right there!” his thrusts slow for a moment as bakugou watches your eyes glisten over with tears. He gives one slow deep push into that special spot “here? you like it right here pretty girl?” one more thrust.

“Uh huh please suki please faster!” you whimper as your hips thrust on their own beneath him. he picks up speed, relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt getting even tighter, and soon he becomes close himself.

“Please inside suki wan a baby! wan make you a daddy-oh!” one final push and he was a goner, spilling his hot seed in your gummy walls with a moan of your name.

“whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

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