Second Chances (Request)

Last Summer whisper.ᐟ𓂃𓇼 ⋆.˚

summary: the last day of summer whispers with the quiet sadness of endings, a melancholic promise of what must fade.

pairing: hinata x f!reader

wc~308, 3rd year hinata, angst & fluff, i miss summer and shoyo ˊᴖˋ

tag: @sahrii; @cherrysurf ♡

Her arms wrap around his waist, pressing her forehead against his, a calm feeling overtaking her body. 'I'll miss you.' She mumbles against his lips. 'I'll miss you more, baby.' Hinata says, cupping her cheek with delicate warmth, while her duvet-soft lips brush against his.

'Promise to send me pics of Brazil, okay? And call me often.' She says after a while, moving her head back trying to get a better view of her beloved. 'I will call you everyday, don't worry.' Her irises shine while she looks at him; her eyes remind him of the dark night sky that is scattered with refulgent stars.

Her soft face against his face, their bodies pressing together, and her gaze never leaving his, make his heart burst with gloom; knowing that soon he will be gone, and that he will forget how her lips feel against his, how her laugh dances in the air like music and how her sweet voice sounds.

She gets out of his tender embrace, 'I just remembered—we need to go to the department store later.' He sighs, a fake frown showing on his face, 'Yeah we should go... Wanna go now?' She pauses for a second, her eyes moving to his lips.

'Hmm... Yeah we should. It's better not to leave stuff for later.' He nods, his hands holding her face once again 'I love you, Yn.' Her eyes widened, a soft smile creeping up and softening her features; she chuckles while staring into the dark pools of his eyes. 'I love you too, and will never stop doing so.'

They embrace each other, not wanting to let the other go. Both of them realize that they will soon be separated, but they know that their love will endure. The distance won't be a barrier—it will be a testament to the strength of their bond.

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OMG art requests!! How about Mr. Hinata "from the concrete" Shouyou with his signature scary eyes!

These are my favorite intense Hinata stares mehehe🧡💛💫✨

Kagehina coded

when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

ʚ FINISH INSIDE HER ?! ɞ

ᡴꪫ sum. what the hell is a full nelson? no worries, luckily underground boxer toji shows you a hands-on demonstration. although, you want choso to try it with you too. not only are you a slut visual learner, but you also think you can take them both - not in a fight though.

wc. 5.8k

warnings. fem! reader, boxer! au, boxers toji & choso, 3sum, choso walks in on you and toji, unprotected, full nelson, manhandling, brief ōral (f + m), quickie, size diff, finger sucking, praise, dirty talk, choking, they fight over you, whiny choso, squırting, impact play, slight nıpple play, premature ejac, spıt.

an. kind of based on this ask!

“upsie daisey, uh huh. biiiiig fuckin’ stretch,” your mouth drops open once your thighs gets sprawled apart. your back slumps back against the fighter — toji, you’ve been training with him for a while. not only were you training with him but you’ve also been a bit of a fan. you mentioned to him on how you wanted to strengthen your ‘flexibility’ a bit more and of course, he had just the right thing to help you. out of curiosity, you asked him about a certain position you watched him perform on his rival, choso kamo. full nelson, it was considered illegal in some rings if not all. toji would always perform a specific choking move where he’d pin choso down with ease, burly buff arms putting him in a head lock - preventing him from moving a single inch. the entire crowd always goes wild at it every single time—so you wanted to try it out for yourself. “easy, easy. don’t tap out on me jus’ yet, okay? y’er a big girl.”

bobbling your head to give him a nod, an airy breeze shoves you back into his chest. the stretchy fabric of his boxing shorts tickle against your skin upon impact. “o- okay,” you breathe, gasping once he hooks two big arms underneath the undersides of your thighs. he’s got such a good taut grip that seconds later, you felt yourself throb a bit at the feverish, hot friction. “you’re not really gonna, heh, choke me out right?”

“not unless y’er into that, princess,” he jibes, a throaty husk of a chuckle leaving out of him. and as you’re spread all out, limbs extended—yeah,

you were probably fucked.

after what seems like hours of meaningless stretches and exercises to prepare your limbs, toji’s finally got you in the position — you were sprawled right in his lap, being in a safe firm chokehold.

his voice was roughly gruff, and as he spreads your legs just a bit further, you feel the cottony bandage that wraps around his arm ghost up against your thigh. his touch was gentle and you intake a sharp breath, further continuing to lean into his touch - his grasp. “mhm, seems like y’er a bit more flexible than i thought. this comfy?”

“no,” you let off a sheepish snort, starting to feel a brief pang on your thighs from the position. to be fair — not only was full nelson uncomfortable but it was dangerous. just one wrong move and snap. but toji was a professional, he’d make sure you’d keep all your pretty little limbs in tact. probably. clearing your throat, your eyes scan around a plethora of trophies and plaques he’s won throughout his career. “but um, have you ever tried this position with no clothes on?”

toji grows quiet, allowing you to lie back on his chest. black curly strands of chest hair fondle against your skin before he murmurs gruffly into your ear. “maybe.”

the growing bulge that hid underneath his boxers had you almost feral. you felt its presence—how it was just there, poking right against your shorts.

you prepare for yet another sharp drawn out breath, taking in his loud axe cologne that wafts through the entire studio. “can we try nude?”

and that was probably dumb to ask.

it was very dumb to ask.

your lewd filthy thoughts loved to make themselves known out of your lips at the worst times. your heart raced the moment you blurted that out, feeling the tips of your ears burn a scorching temperature. he’d say no, you were almost sure of it. you were just a dumb fan who managed to be a favorite, surely he wouldn’t—

“why the hell not,” he snickers, sliding his hands toward the smooth curvature of your hips. “i’ll go easy on ya for today. let’s get rid of these,” he pulls on the string of your panties, already discarding your shorts with such quickness. “i’ll try not ‘ta break you too bad.”

but that was a lie—

not only did he break you but he stretched you out in all the ways possible.

you had the most dumbest expression, tongue lolled out, legs spread, gushing all over the velvet red boxing mat - time and time again.

pink luminescent lighting shine back against the centers of your irises as you stare up at the ceiling’s lights. you’ve never felt so weak. spit slick lips of yours were all swollen and numb from being chewed on constantly like candy. within minutes, your knees were already surrendering, bucking at his very mercy.

“fuck, tooooji.” you’d drag out his name in cute elongated syllables.

the infamous elastic stretch of his cock has you writhe and spasm all over his lap. ludicrously, your voice bounces across the cheap walls of the building. nevertheless, you can’t lie to yourself, you’ve rubbed a few out at the thought of having this moment with your favorite boxer.

unprofessional, maybe. but he didn’t care and neither did you. besides, he was helping you with your flexibility after all. even if it was a bit more intimate than most regular methods.

your heart races, thumping out quick hurried beats as he’s shoving his cock in and out of you. you’re in such a submissive position that you were just a bobble head, a doll. he treated you like one — using your body, bouncing you up and down and manhandling you all over the mat.

he gruffly cackles behind the plushy shell of your ear, watching right before his eyes as you’re jouncing on his dick. your skin was so warm, so hot, the recoil stings for a few seconds before your ass ricochets off his sharp pelvis.

the smacks and paps only grew louder, and so did your sweet melodic moans and whimpers.

a creamy pearl of a ring coats around his base and he grunts, still having a beefy arm around your neck. his muscles flex and you fight the urge to bite his bicep. “easy, good girl. lean right into me. y’er a natural.”

his words went straight to your cunt. toji was a dirty talker, never a sweet talker.

he knew how to get you wet, whether it was with his slick mouth, his tongue, or even his cock. his voice was always so low, timbre and all. the husk that it carried never failed to make you soaked. embarrassing,

oh, it definitely was embarrassing.

he’s got a free hand gripping onto your thigh, kissing your ass with his palm - rough rude spanks.

the cute flinches of your rear bouncing back against his lap makes him slide a tongue over his lips, including sliding over that notorious scar that slides down the right side of his mouth. “fuck, so fuckin’ sloppy. got the mat all soaked. should make ya lick it up, huh.”

you couldn’t even reply . . you tried, but babbles of inaudible squeaks came out instead.

it just felt too good, he felt too good.

you’re panting heavily, the repetitive pop song that blared through the boxing ring’s broken speakers gets stuck in your head. you hear the moist wails of your pussy squelching time and time again, entirely soaking yourself with your own beloved filth. a free hand of toji’s creeps its way in front of you. hand so big that he could easily cover it over your entire face if he could.

with glossy half-lidded eyes, you stare at his palm, feeling your mouth water.

thick long fingers, he knew what he was doing.

toji’s just casually waving his hand around in your face in a slow mesmerizing motion as you bounced on his cock. they were so lengthy and thick, his arms had prodding veins for days. from his wrist to the edge of his arm, you saw the veins poking out. he was so built that you couldn’t help but stare, couldn’t help but drool. “what a sloppy little girl. i could really snap you in half, heh,” he huffs, clenched abs pressing against your back. it’s hard, rock hard . . they feel like bricks.

you knew underground boxers like toji had to keep up a strict workout routine but damn.

“but you’d like that, huh,” he murmurs, bringing another smack to your slick wet folds. you moan at the stretch of your limbs, craving for more of his rude spanks against your swollen cunt. you throbbed from not only his words but his touch too, and the thought of him literally breaking you had you a bit more soaked than you thought it would.

this was a workout of its own - rutting your weight up and down against him. he’s got a secure hold on your body, holding your thighs up in place.

you were stupid, not even acknowledging that you’d already grab ahold of his wrist, stuffing his fingers into your mouth. you moan the second the dry bandaged digits delve past your lips and makings way down your throat. as your ass steadily rocks against him in sloppy rhythm, you feel the very tips of his fingers prod against your puny uvula. you almost gag at the unexpected feeling—a cobwebby trail of saliva that was translucent pours down the side of your parted lips.

“no manners, tch,” he scoffs and his ripped abs continue to brush up against your back. “sloppy baby. got some nerve showin’ up to train being this fuckin’ nasty ‘n soaked.”

the hot skin against skin contact rubbing off against each other had your panties in a bunch, despite them already being technically pulled to the side and abandoned.

you were already still sensitive, swollen achy cunt sobbing out its own pleas of pleasure.

haphazardly, your knees buckle and he snatches his fingers out of your mouth. he does this solely to get a taste himself, swirling his pink pointed tongue against his slippery digits all thanks to you. “startin’ ‘ta think you came here for more than to just get an autograph ‘n work out with me, pretty girl.”

and as the plump crown of his cock molds you a tiny brief bulge from just his size alone — it repeatedly thrashes up against your sweetest spot. you shudder, about to collapse backward before you hear the jingling bells of the front door sound off.

“h- hey, toji man. did i leave my . . gloves . . ?”

choso, toji’s rival and regular training partner stares at the erotic scene and his face twists.

“oh,” and he’s flustered right away.

you stop bouncing and your eyes widen as big as saucers—yet, you weren’t even embarrassed. you were in awe, you knew all about choso kamo.

the choso kamo, anyone would be crazy not too. he was the most recent up and coming boxer, and after beating toji with a brutal close score of 58-57.

as you’re reclined back against toji—you finally get a good look at the other dark haired boxer.

he was slim yet also well built, choso was known for fighting opponents with his iconic ponytails but as of currently - he started to wear his hair down. sometimes he’d pin it up, a bit of a wolf cut that flew down his broad shoulders.

as his bashful gaze met yours, he grew nervous. very nervous.

black sable hued shorts cling onto his hips whilst he was shirtless, a few past battle scars painting the entire canvas of his perfectly chiseled body. “am i . . interrupting something?”

“nah. c’mere, ‘cho,” a husky voice calls out and he pauses in his tracks. the air suddenly clouded its way with imaginary thick smoke of lust and tension. it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.

he swallows—dragging his bare feet across the crimson red mat toward you both, ducking underneath the stretchy multicolored bars before gawking at you. he was far pretty up close once he entered the practice ring, he runs a hand behind his neck before averting his eyes away from your nude body out of respect.

“he’s always been kinda shy,” toji purrs to you, still buried deep into your cunt. you shiver, every movement he makes makes—even just sitting up makes you let off a soft noise. you chew the inside of your cheek, feeling a stickiness stick between your thighs. dark green eyes flicker at choso and he hums, tilting his head. “choso, you know how to do full nelson too, yeah?”

“y- yeah, of course i do why?”

“you’re avoiding eye contact again.”

choso gulps - burying his hands into the burrows of his shorts pockets. a sheet of sweat marinates across his forehead before he glances at toji, rephrasing. “eh, yeah i know how to do full nelson. why?”

“because,” toji smacks his lips, a hand prying its way between the valley of your legs. you moan, still feeling full from tepid hot dumps of his cum practically oozing out of your puffy slit. “we’ve got a new opponent ‘n she wants to experience what it’s really like on the ring.”

“toji, we do full nelson all the time,” choso timidly runs a bundle of fingers through his buzzed undercut, a timid smile curling against his lips. “we never usually do it um . . naked though.”

the boxer underneath you deadpans. he could be so dense, choso stands still before a small gasp wrenches out of his pink glossed lips.

“oh.. oh,” and his face turns into a flustered tint.

you’ve watched a bit of his interviews and it seemed not only was he shy with the press but he was also very shy in person. it was cute, regardless.

as you’re busy being trapped up in your own thoughts, choso can’t help but peek down toward your legs. you were all exposed and being stretched out by his rival. he sucks his teeth in longing, briefly staring away before feeling himself grow a bit . . aroused. “i feel disrespectful for looking, ‘m sorry.”

“no, it’s okay,” you murmur in coy reassurance, and a hand tugs onto his wrist. choso’s breath hitches at your touch, and you felt his dark eyes flicker back toward you. there’s this look in choso’s eyes, it’s mainly lust-driven. his pupils were blown and his heart raced, you looked so pretty. it’s not like he didn’t exactly not know you. he’d see you every so often when you were ‘training’ with toji. not only that but he’d spot you attending almost every boxing match. always in the front row with a vip lanyard. secretly, you were more of a choso fan but toji didn’t have to know that. “do you wanna touch me too?”

“yes,” he blurts out almost right away and his face flushes a deeper shade. a rumble from toji shakes his shoulders - he’s chuckling, and you feel a big arm wrap around your torso. you bite down on your lip, still feeling yourself sit in a creamy puddle of filth, warm cum still plugged into you. choso starts to pant, watching you slither a hand between your thighs, spreading your soppy pussy lips. “i mean.. oh, that’s..” and he’s barely able to think straight, watching as you toy with yourself whilst still being full of toji’s thickset cock. his head starts to spin before he inches closer, kneeling down after your cute hand gestures to come here. “a- are you sure you want me to—”

“it’s okay, go ahead.” you hum, guiding his wrist.

“choso, she’s not gonna bite ya,” toji snickers, bringing your legs back down. as of now — you were currently straddling him with your back facing his chest. choso rubs his neck once more, growing sheepish yet again. it’s adorable, but again, he’s seen you at his matches and face offs. choso being choso though was far too shy to say anything or thank you for your support. but now, maybe he could thank you in another way. toji crosses his arms, cocking his head as he glances at the scene. “atta boy.”

a scowl forms on the timid boxer as his fingers resume to brush up against your drooling cunt. “s- shut up, toji,” and you let off a moan at his gentle strokes. you continue to lie back against toji - staring at choso, ogles as two plump fingers of his partner’s play up and down against your soddened entrance. choso’s mouth starts to water the more he stares, admiring how full you were—you had a few remnants of toji’s cum oozing from your slit and he swipes it up, bedaubing it against your pussy to make it sheeny again. “f- fuck, you’re so pretty.”

“you can t- touch me more, choso,” you lightly pause his hand by grabbing his wrist. his eyes meet yours and he felt the tent in his boxers tighten. oh, he was already whipped from the sound of your voice. with half lidded smoky eyes, he huffs out a single breath before glancing at your lips. you climb off of toji and a brief pop exits your cunt - dragging choso closer. “are you hard, choso?”

“he’s definitely hard,” toji tchs, averting his jade green eyes toward his partner’s shorts. it was hard to not notice the presentable bulge that’s sticking right in front of his leather everlast brand shorts. “cute.”

“shut up man,” he repeats with a glowering scowl.

with a cute dramatic sigh, choso grumbles something under his breath - trying to pay more attention back toward you. he leans into your touch, closing the gap between your legs until he’s right between you. choso presses a chaste kiss against your collarbone before moaning into your tender skin. he couldn’t help but suck against your shoulder for a few seconds, relishing in your candied flavor.

you were so sweet - bandaged hands roam everywhere on your displayed body before he exhales deeply, staring at you with almost heart shaped pupils. “you . . wanna try full nelson with me too, princess?”

throwing your arms over him, you hum with a subtle nod. “yeah, ‘s okay. i can handle it.”

famous last words,

with choso . . he stretched you all the way out, probably even more than toji.

his cock was just as thick, maybe even more. his fat reddened tip swelters the inside of your sopping pussy so good until you’re whimpering his name on constant loop. it’s like a mantra, you’re so dumb that it’s like his five lettered name was the only thing your brain could comprehend to say.

he’s got you upright in the same exact position before, slinging two beefy arms underneath your thighs as your weight bounces and defies gravity.

“fuck, fuck,” he whines, the addictive squeeze your cunt had never failed to make itself known. he reached any and every area so deep. choso had a delicious curve to his cock that sent you straight butterflies. it expands through your walls, french kissing your insides until you whine. his base was repeatedly getting smacked from your ass, each ‘n every time you jerked up from his lap. “y- you’re so good. so warm, ‘m gonna pass out.”

“aren’t you the boxer though?” you try to tease, but your cheeky voice falters the second his slitted tip kisses against that spot.

your vision was merely blurry, seeing nothing but a kaleidoscope of stars. in almost defeat, your head falls back against his chest and toji watches the entire time, buff arms crossed and an amused cunning expression. seeing you milk his rival was something he didn’t know would turn him on so much.

choso doesn’t reply to your little jest, still pumping such fat inches inside of your gripping walls. he’s already dumb, knocked out cold with a solid punch - not necessarily from an opponent, but your pussy. “hang onto me, ‘kay? this position requires lots of um . . s- stamina.”

as you nod, your entire body dangles and bobs from the movement — parching hot friction gluing against each jolting limb before you spasm.

“chosoooo,” and your thighs collapse, coming to its pleasurable demise. his thrusts were sloppy, the squelches of your own body was so lewd. you heard it through and through, glancing down to see yourself flutter and clench around his cock. “fuck, fuck ‘m gonna get close again.”

“wait,” a gruff voice murmurs and you glance up to see toji standing over you. he cups your chin, a thumb caressing your quivering bottom lip. “such a empty mouth. hm, open for me, pretty. think you could use some throat training too.”

as choso’s still plummeting his cock into your swollen cunt - stretching you out dexterously, you part your lips open.

by your surprise, toji’s lips meets yours and he pulls you into a deep kiss. it’s a bit of a rushing kiss, sloppy and strings of saliva tangling between each mouths. you moan, feeling the weight of your breasts bounce as you’re making haste on the other boxer’s lap. fuck, you were quite literally living the dream. you whimper, feeling his broad hands grab against your tits, using thumbs to push squeeze pressure against your perky nipples. he was always so handsy, allowing his hands to wander everywhere and yanking against the remaining pathetic pieces of fabric that covered your body.

you were still layered . . partially,

his rough scarred hands slide underneath your blouse as he’s continuing to make out with you, curling his parted tongue beside your own before it turns into obscene sucking. your own tongue occasionally scrapes against his scar that located directly near the right side of his mouth - it tickles a bit—however, you whimper once choso’s dick created its own little kisses against your g-spot.

abruptly, toji who was just claiming your mouth a few seconds ago pulls away from the continued kiss to grip underneath your chin again. “ah, say ah,” and he hums at your obedience, staring at your pretty pink tongue rolling out of your mouth flat. “good, ‘m gonna train this throat a little bit for ya, sweets. that alright?”

“o- okay,” and you’re briefly cut off once he springs out his cock again, thwacking his pink pearly tip against your tongue. he lets off a gruff satisfied grunt, feeling himself harden up once you flick your tongue against his slit. you’re slow, making sure to savor his taste. he watches, smacking his lips and his left brow curls.

toji bites his lip, his abs curlings as he watches you try to suck him of fully — he smacks his cock all against your face softly, watching your needy pout before humming. “such a needy cock hungry slut,” and a thumb swipes against your lip, preparing to insert his hardened shaft down your throat. “aw, you want more, do ya?”

you nod before moaning, feeling choso kiss down your neck, yearning for your attention.

“y- you’re doing so good,” choso whines against your ear, clinging onto your jerking body. “ngh, don’t listen to toji. he’s just mean.”

toji rolls his eyes. he’d reply with a sassy remark but he was still feeling the after effects of sensitivity. his muscles were all tense and spasming from you just bouncing on him just a few minutes ago. you’re just grinding onto choso, feeling your hips ridiculously buckle and snap before he smears his cockhead against your lips like it was lipstick. his plump tip goes against your wet lips, only for him to smack it against your clean pink tongue. “mmph.” you lashes flutter, ogling as he buries a few fingers into your scalp for a good grip. toji grunts, briefly tossing his head back in rapture. his scent grows stronger as he gradually starts to sink his way into your mouth.

“t- toji, ‘m gonna cum. i can’t last,” choso babbles, facial expressions scrunching up the more you quicken your tempo on his lap. toji glances at choso who’s melting right underneath you — he’s got you in a secure hold, but it’s lazy.

one of his arms sling around your torso, another holding onto your thigh. “fuck,” he sucks against your neck, feeling the stretch increase. your walls were his own worst enemy, preparing to milk him for all of his worth. everything felt hot, his throat felt dry and he’s starting to shake right underneath you. “gonna cum, gonna c- cum.”

“not yet, ‘cho,” he grunts, watching as you lean in, adjusting your throat to his heavy size. your tongue swirls around the peeling slit and he huffs, a single hand tightening its hold against the roots that stick onto your scalp. “mhm, look at me. don’t worry about him, he’s just a crybaby,” and you can hear choso let off a scoff from behind you. toji’s sensitive cock was still dribbling a bit with a concoction of your previous juices and he groans at the image of you lapping it right up. “c’mon, little deeper. i wanna feel that slutty roof.”

whilst you’re having your mouth and cunt filled entirely—choso’s whining pitches louder and louder. so loud that it reverbs all throughout the thin walls of the empty boxing arena. thankfully, there wasn’t anyone here and it was usually closed on saturdays. he didn’t like be edged, he hated it.

but it felt good,

so fucking good.

especially due to the fact that he was so close to you, hearing your sweet whimpers follow in sync with his.

your voice made his cock twitch and from the inside, you felt it all.

every frantic spasm - you felt it, not to mention the few lightning type veins that run down the upward curve of his cock, you felt that too.

you rocked against him until your knees were at its last. he’s still holding you up but even he was about to tap out. choso had stamina - but he was no match for his rival, toji.

with murky low eyes—toji’s staring dead at you, bobbling your head and merely shoving you down just a little deeper.

you get sloppy, a puddle of drool trickling down the corners of your chin and down the valley of your chest before his tip hits against the roof of your mouth again.

it’s a rough rude hit and his cock gives the very back of your throat its own few jabs. a combo if you will — yet it’s more raunchy instead of sportsmanlike.

“eyes on me baby. yeah, yeah,” toji turns your head a bit, locking onto your sweet gaze. “get it wet, clean it up for me. make me just as much of a mess as you, girl.”

his words were so low - an almost growl. you were too focused on toji that you concisely forgot about the other boxer that’s sat underneath you.

choso came and it was so sudden—he couldn’t hold it anymore.

his grip weakens and he slouched back against the ring, spurts of hot cum pouring into you deep. he’s trembling, feeling a wave crash down on him as he’s succumbing to his high. choso can’t help but try to mimic toji, swatting the palm of his hand softly against your ass. even his spanks were respectful.

the worn out boxer pants, letting off an adorable finish. his vocals were quite loud despite having a deep bellow. “baby oh, fuuuck,” he mewls out, dark brows coming together. choso was about to lose it even more at the feeling your swiveling hips throwing itself around in a circle just because. toji watches the entire thing, how you were teasing his partner whilst having your mouth all stuffed full. as he’s stood tall before you both, his abs clench and you get a face view of it all. perfectly incised along the edges, you saw a few marks and scars coat against his skin and it’s never been more attractive. choso on the other hand found his hands grabbing onto your tits, gently brushing a thumb against your sensitive nipples before nuzzling into your neck. he was definitely pussy drunk — you could hear it. “babyyy,” a soft voice whines pussy drunkly against the lobe of your ear, and you depart your lips away from toji’s cock. he groans, viewing you lie back before you start to twitch out a bit yourself.

not only was choso close but so were you. as your legs were all stuck up in the air in its ideal position, you dramatically gasp once you feel it.

there’s a tugging pile of pressure that presses down on your tummy. your jaw drops—dangles and everything as you’re being pushed further toward the edge. your arousal steadily builds up until it finally comes.

just seconds apart from choso, you pant - a brief pang of electric shock ascending down right through you. you were speechless for a moment.

there’s nothing but a white noise blaring through each of your ears. it feels like an unpredictable wave, a powerful wave that ripples right through your entire body. it took you a long time to realize you were finishing - not only finishing but you were squirting.

“ohmygodddd,” you whimper out, feeling your legs vigorously shake. you gush out right onto the mat. feeling yourself grow hot — you’re even hotter because of choso’s body underneath you.

effortlessly, bodies stick against each other, snuggling in filthy warmth. as you’re leisurely coming to a halting stop of your rhythmic hips, choso’s cock remained tuck inside of you and you catch your breath, head cutely flopping back against his bare chest.

“did . . did you just squirt on me?” choso whimpers, a tremor in his voice.

his voice, it grew a bit raspier. although, you could still hear the softness lingering underneath it.

toji leans in toward you both, spreading your legs open just a bit more - he strums a calloused thumb down your opening, peering as you’re still fluttering out of arousal and was still sopping wet all the way from your needy clit.

“she fuckin’ did,” he coos, and he leans down, getting right on his knees.

you watch with low hooded eyes, still feeling surges of nirvana and euphoria overtake your body. toji purrs in contentment, wide open palms slapping against the foamy ring mat before sticking out his lengthy rosy tongue. you’re catching irregular heavy breaths right along with choso, full lungs preparing to collapse and give out before you pulse.

the moment toji drags his long tongue over the dampened spot of where you just made a mess—you felt yourself throb yet again.

so nasty, he had no shame at all. choso watched too, and he felt the exact same way as you did.

“what a mess,” and with another throaty chuckle leaving his lips, he cleans the mat off entirely before going between your legs. you moan, his palm gifting your cunt with a single abrupt spank. you’re so drenched that a few spurts of your slick coat onto his hand. toji stares at it, scoffing. “pussy tryin’ to talk back i see,” and he rubs his hand in a circular rotation against your cunt, maneuvering all kinds of shapes with his palm. you whimper, grabbing onto choso’s wrist. in awe, toji watches as dumps of cum ooze out of your opening and he even licks that up too, sticky black hair all unkempt and gluing against his forehead. the thin black bangs that run down his brows gives him a more alluring look and he hums, darkened eyes meeting his partner’s. “choso. don’t be a zombie. c’meree.”

you were definitely fucked—

being laid out, defeated and just stupidly stupid.

your legs sprawl outward as they’re both right between them. taking turns, flicking tongues of each against your swollen cunt. they took fighting over you to an entire new level. as they were drinking you dry — you couldn’t help but imagine the lewd thought of taking them both at the same time. you’d probably get crushed, you could barely even handle one as is, but two? that’d be an actual knockout for real.

as you’re still in a trancing daze, you watch both of the boxers with wide rounded eyes, grabbing both of them by the hair. there’s choso who’s really sweet and gentle, giving your pussy soft kitten kisses, softly brushing a thumb down your slit.

and then there’s toji . .

the clit biter - opposite of choso being the clit kisser, he doesn’t care.

with ravened brows furrowing up, he’s so rude to your pussy. every few seconds, he’d tenderly nibble against your pulsating nub, knowing that you’re sensitive there. with a smug grin, he shifts his eyes at you to stare at you dead in the face whilst he’s right between your legs. he’s messy too, moving his head from side to side, his scar swipes against your cunt every now and then.

not only was he messy but he was a hogger. he slurps you clean, luxuriating the tasteless flavor on his tongue before he hears choso cutely huff out in frustration.

“toji, you’re hogging her. ‘s no fair,” he grunts, dark eyes catching a glimpse at him from his hazy peripherals.

“cry ‘bout it,” and he spits on your cunt, hooked bump of his nose rubbing all against your slit.

already - toji’s chin was drenched, and so was choso’s. they both match with a slick of your sheeny arousal dripping down their perfectly chiseled chins. about a good hour had probably passed — then again, you were too dumb to acknowledge the time. all you knew was that you were soaked. you whimper, being nothing but a stiff shivering mess as they devoured you whole.

the numbness in your legs had your back rising up in ecstasy. you wanted more. sloshing slick tongues thrash and glissade against each other before they eventually . . tangle.

toji groans, accidentally meeting with choso’s lips and its brief. his eyelashes open and he has a sly smile at his rival. you watch the entire thing, the timid boxer versus the smug one. toji’s hand still remains on your folds and he’s multitasking, seductively licking choso’s bottom lip - still locking his gaze on him. he’s starting to taking his attention off of you. “hm, don’t tell me you wanted attention from me ‘n not her this entire time, ‘cho.”

a lump gets caught in his throat. choso grows flustered, hearing his own pulse shoot out through his ears as his lips made contact against his rival. “i—”

he’s hard, flaccid still, but definitely hard. there was a loud silence once a smack noise leaves there lips the second they each depart. choso’s got a pout, a longing pout before he tries to act tough.

“shut up, toji.” he grouses, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“how ‘bout ya make me,” and you’re just sat there dumbfounded with your legs still sprawled as if you weren’t just being fought over - invisible questions marks pop up everywhere over your head. what about you? what about you. with quick reflexes, he pins choso flat down on his back before snickering, having the most lewd back arch imaginable.

“our re-match is tonight after all, pretty boy.”

Chapter 26 - Deku the rebel.

Summary: Y/N spends the night in Izuku’s office. Then Izuku gets a parcel and goes berserk. Well, life is too short to not get your nipples pierced, right?!

(Please, don’t get your nipples pierced unless you genuinely feel like you want them. - Kit)

Warnings: Mentions of the cheeky thanks to Reader, big ass needles, two of them. Swear words. Bakugou and Deku holding hands?! WHAT IS THIS SHENANIGAN

First chapter Master List Support the Potato

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Izuku is completely back in business now…. Which is lovely, really… but you really miss having him around all day; drawing without him judging every single shade of yellow in All Might’s costume is just way too boring.

“When are you coming home?” You moan into the phone, as you stare at your boyfriend through the screen because of course you are video calling, even though you’ve seen each other just a few hours ago.

“Well, I’ll be really late today…” Izuku mumbles as he shoves the rest of his bento into his mouth. There is something really cute about the way he speaks with his mouth full, his two cheeks poking out like a little hamster’s as he tries to make a sentence. It’s disgusting and also… really domestic.

“Stop talking with food in your mouth, you fucking weirdo!” Katsuki yells in the background, his mouth also full with food by the sound of it. Eijirou giggles somewhere. Izuku rolls his eyes.

“But… I’m on holiday from tomorrow!” He smiles cheekily as you gawk at him.

“What?!”

“Hey, it was supposed to be a surprise! But you looked so sad I had to tell you now!”

“You are not leaving until your paperwork is done.” Katsuki sits down next to Izuku like he belongs there. Sometimes it feels like Izuku and Katsuki are a package deal and you are actually dating them both. Katsuki does not understand the word ‘privacy’. Also, Eijirou and Katsuki also comes as a package deal. So now you have a handsome, massive redhead staring at your tired face as well. Great. “My secretary has been bugging me for two weeks because you jump out of the window every time she knocks.

“I hate paperwork.” Izuku mutters.

“No, you don’t.” It’s Katsuki’s turn to roll his eyes now. “You love paperwork too much and you end up word-vomiting for hours and hours until the sun comes up the next day, but every time you do that your Sweets yells at you hence you hate doing them now.”

“Wow. You really do know me well.” Izuku looks at Katsuki with such wonder you almost get jealous. Then a lightbulb switches on in your brain.

“Actually, I’m kinda bored being at home.” You admit sheepishly. “Mind if I come over and do my work in your office? I really-really need to get out of here. I don’t mind sleeping on the office sofa tonight.” You sigh, utterly bored out of your mind.

“As you two like to live in each other’s fucking asshole twenty four seven, I guess the small size of the sofa won’t be a problem.” Katsuki gives Izuku a shit eating grin. Izuku gives him a side eye.

“Keep teasing me and your new cleaner will surely be traumatized when she sees the naughty state of YOUR office sofa…” Izuku keeps the eye contact with him, fired up, and he doesn’t even flinch when Katsuki smacks him on the head.

“Do anything inappropriate in my office and you are both dead. I’m really good at torturing, you know. Too good, actually.” Katsuki looks feral so you decide to step in before these two boys kill each other.

“Okay Katsuki, I get it, no doing the cheeky in the office, can I fucking come or not?!” You yell, half standing already. You are so ready to get out of this flat…

… so in an hour, you end up on Izuku’s office sofa. The sun goes down, the sound of the other heroes and staff members disappear.

Izuku is a different person here, in his personal workspace, illuminated by the shine of the moon and the artificial light coming from his laptop. He sits by the window and types and types and types, small wrinkles appearing on his forehead as he tries to recall every single detail of his last fight. He looks tired, fed up with the words, with all those minuscule details, but still, there is a weird happiness in his posture, like he knows that the reason he’s even able to be annoyed and fed up with this is a blessing; he could still be quirkless, he could have died when he was only 15, in the war that took so many, he could have died just a few months ago during that attack that ended his career for a while, yet here he is, tired and angry, angry at words instead of being angry at himself for not being good enough to make it as a hero. As tiring as it is, this is everything Izuku had ever wanted; being a hero and being someone’s number one. He is both, right now in this office that’s a bit too cold for it to be comfortable yet somehow his heart is warm, his soul content.

You should freak out by the fact how much you know this man in front of you; how a single glance can tell you a book worth of tales about how the other feels, how you can tell Izuku is thirsty from the way he keeps licking his lips and looking sideways, staring at the empty cup with want, how you can tell Izuku wants nothing but to be over with this so he can cuddle up next to you and exchange soft kisses until your tiny, content gasps became soft snores, how he craves to be with you right now but the fact that you are even in the same room as he fills him with so much joy he can barely contain it…

You smile to yourself under the comfy blanket Izuku has given you; you look like a sack of potatoes but a really cute one at that. You take a deep breath and push yourself up to refill that wretched cup before Izuku passes out of dehydration.

The office is silent; there is no music playing, no background noise, only some cars speeding past once in a while but somehow the silence isn’t uncomfortable; it feels right, like you are meant to be here, right by your lover’s side as he works into the night, clearly far away from the end of it. You could take your iPad out and draw; you could finish that silly fanfiction you started about pro hero Deku being your roommate but this silence is gold and you don’t want to ruin it by letting your mind go somewhere else instead of living in this moment, in this peace, in this perfect silence that makes you want to kneel down and put a ring on his finger, right here, right now, while his tired face is illuminated by that stupid blue light coming from his work laptop.

He is the one. You’ve never been more sure of anything. He is the person you’ll marry one day. He is the person you’ll drink tea with once you both get too old to do anything else with your spare time. It’s his hand you’ll take when the most important person comes for you to take you to heaven, hand in hand, fingers interlaced.

You’ll never touch another hand this way. Nothing will ever feel so right than being his second half.

Izuku drinks the water in one go. He doesn’t say thank you, doesn’t say anything, hell, he doesn’t even look at you as he stands up from his chair and makes his way to the sofa.

Normally, you would ask what’s wrong, but… you know him well enough to know there is nothing wrong at all, it’s quite the opposite; Izuku is as comfortable as he can be, he’s happy and sated albeit a little tired and probably has a plan to make this night even better.

Izuku pulls the sofa without a single word; it opens up into a small, cozy double bed. He shuts down his laptop and pulls out several other blankets and pillows from the in-built dresser on the side. He cuddles into the far corner of the sofa, one hand propped up on the arm, opens his phone and keeps typing. You stand in the middle of the room, a little bit disoriented from all the sudden movement, but after a few seconds you smile to yourself as you crawl into your perfect boyfriend’s arm, head resting on those solid but surprisingly comfortable pecks you love so much. You cover the both of you with the blankets, you snuggle into him like a baby koala and you both make a contented sigh, right at the same time.

You stay silent for a few more minutes, or maybe hours, you are not really sure but at one point, you can’t keep all these bubbling feelings inside and you explode; the words come out without a filter and while you probably should feel a little bit ashamed for not being able to contain yourself, in reality, saying it out wasn’t even necessary as your touch, the way you smile, the way your whole face lights up when you are with him says it all anyway; every day, every hour, every minute it’s written your face, your want, your dream, your plans…

You are just stating the obvious.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Izuku.” You mumble with zero shame, half asleep in those hard working, warm arms. “Having you is already a dream but I’m selfish. I want to be called the same name as you are. I want to become a part of you in every single way. I want to gnaw a heart shaped hole into your soul and make sure no one else but me can fit in it.”

Izuku doesn’t say anything. He keeps typing, with this stupid, lovesick smile on his face, a knowing, secretive smile that means no good but really, it’s probably something really fucking good because this man can not do anything wrong anymore when it comes to you, so you know whatever is in his head right now, whatever he’s hiding, it will all make sense eventually and will make butterflies erupt in your chest when the right time comes.

Izuku did not have to say a single word for you to know he feels the same way. It’s all written on his face and in the way his one arm tightens around you possessively.

“Once I feel worthy enough… I’ll make your dream come true.” He puts his phone down for a second to press his forehead into yours. “I’ll make you the happiest woman in this whole wide world.”

“You can’t.” You state confidently. “You can’t, because I already am.” You mumble as you close your eyes and drift off from all the warmth, in and out.

Izuku leaves a big smooch on your forehead then leans on the arm of the sofa once again.

“Good night, Sweets.”

The world becomes dark, but not uncomfortably so; because you know that even in the darkness, there is an arm around your waist, leading you towards a new kind of happiness you can’t even phantom yet.

As boring as today was, you’ll never forget this day; because today is the day when it finally clicks that you’ve made it to the right path; there is no right nor wrong from here, just one single road with no obstacles, a straight line leading to paradise… this moment, right here, right now… is what you can truly call “home”.

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A few days later

“Izuku, what is this parcel and why are you shaking like a leaf?!” You gawk at your boyfriend who’s sitting on the floor right now, half fucking naked, in his favorite pajama pants - obviously All Might themed and super soft to the touch - clawing at the small parcel with utter joy and some weird … joyous anxiety. If that’s even a thing. Apparently, it is.

“Oh, you’ll love this.” Izuku beams, then becomes downright lethargic. “At least I hope. I kinda got carried away already, it will break my heart if you don’t allow me to do this.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Izu, I’m not your mother… does your mother know?” You ask with utter entertainment in your voice.

“My mom… would not allow it.” Izuku blushes like a child who’s been caught in the middle of a cheeky act. “She’ll need to deal with it.”

“Is this your first time rebelling against her?”

You giggle. Oh my god, Izuku is such a sweet guy, honest to god. He’s closer to 30 than to 20 yet he genuinely feels guilty. Oh, you love this man.

“If you don’t count my vigilante days, yes, it is.” He admits sheepishly.

The parcel opens. Inside, there a few pine green boxes inside. No name, no hints of their true nature, just boxes. Izuku opens one of them. Your eyes jump out of their sockets.

“Izuku, why did you get a ridiculous amount of… nipple shields?!”

“They are not just nipple shields! Look!” Izuku ushers you closer so you sit down next to him on the floor.

Taking a closer look, it really doesn’t look like a normal nipple shield. (Not like you’ve seen too many of them during your life.) As usual, there is a bump in the middle for the nipple, but on the two sides, there are two more empty hills. It’s also rock solid. There is a single, tiny button on the right side. You push the button like an idiot while the weird device rests in your palms and…

Now it’s stuck to you. Completely. You try to shake it off; nothing. You try to pull it away; nothing. Izuku is laying on the floor, rolling back and forth from the aggressive laughter that erupts from him. You are quite sure you look like that cat from that meme, where the interviewer asks him if he knows he’s a cat.

“Can you stop laughing your ass off and tell me what the actual hell is this?!”

Izuku blushes. Deeply.

“Uhm… they are nipple shields… because uhm…” He is about to explode. His face is red, there is smoke coming out of his ears… oh boy. “I might, or might not have an appointment to get my nipples pierced today…”

Reader’s thought get a little bit dirty here. Just a heads up

Izuku. With nipple piercings. Those beautiful pecks, nice and full and so so comfortable… those beautiful little buds, two small dots of jewelry shimmering in the moonlight on the two sides, gorgeous and tempting, asking for your attention as you get down to kiss them, to love them…

“Sweets, not on the carpet!!!!” Izuku yells as he pushes the empty parcel underneath your nose.

A small pool of blood splatters into the it.

Oh. “Wow I can’t believe you! You are the one who came up with this rule!” Izuku snickers as he takes your utterly pathetic state.

“Izuku, I need to take a good last look before we go.” You crawl closer to your boyfriend like a feral animal. “Let me love them one last time…”

“Sweets, we should probably get ready… oh fuck.” Izuku whimpers as his hand grabs the back of your head. He has no more words to say.

… needless to say, your legs hurt like hell, but it was worth it. Izuku’s naked buds were loved one last time.

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You can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you.

Izuku is surrounded by not one, but two professional piercers, one on the each side.

Izuku is pale, terrified and utterly ashamed.

Why?

Because you are not only one who “had to see this.”

Katsuki and Eijirou are here too. Eijirou is streaming the whole thing into their friend group chat. Katsuki is streaming the whole thing to Melissa and Hatsume on a second device. The two piercers try their best not to laugh as Kaminari comments on every single thing. They are having the time of their lives.

“Also, I hope you won’t feel too bad after your piercing is done because we are having dinner tomorrow. Almost everyone is coming.”

“When was this decided?!” Izuku yelps as the piercers take the needles out.

“When Eijirou messaged me that you are getting your nipples pierced.” Kaminari laughs. “Dude, you were the last fucking person we thought will get anything like that! This is massive!”

“Seeing Izuku’s face right now, you might not have anything to see.” Eijirou adds as he takes in Izuku’s pale face.

“Don’t be a chicken, Deku.” Katsuki grins, clearly enjoying the terror on the green head’s face.

“I’ll be really mad if you made me invent those super cool nipple shields and you won’t even use them.” Melissa adds through Katsuki’s phone.

“You wanted it for so long, Izu, even if you change your mind you can always take them out.”

You also REALLY want him to get those piercings. But you can’t really say that because you are quite sure he would go through all this terror for you even if he doesn’t want it anymore.

“You are young, enjoy yourself.” One of the piercers adds with a smile. Izuku looks at him like he just grew another head.

“That’s a thick needle.” Izuku mutters, his voice unsteady. “I’ve never seen a needle this big before.”

Okay, something is wrong. Katsuki and you look each other with concern in your eyes.

“Deku-San… are you afraid of needles by any chance?” The second piercer, a lovely lady with black hair and several piercings on her face asks with an adorning smile on her face.

Yeah, you get it. Pro hero Deku is fucking precious.

“Am… am I?” Izuku stutters, pale as a sheet.

Everyone laughs… quietly.

“This is the best day of my life.” Kaminari adds. Izuku blushes.

You want to marry this adorable man.

You take one single look at Katsuki’s face; for the first time since you knew each other, he has an adorning smile on his face, the same one the piercer is wearing, but deeper. Izuku glances at Katsuki and for a second, then they just look at each other; the life comes back into Izuku’s face and he smiles at his best friend fondly.

You want to cry from this beautiful scene.

“Let’s get this shit done.” Izuku grins at the blond. Katsuki grins back.

“Want me to hold your hand, D-E-K-U?” Katsuki teases, making Izuku laugh wholeheartedly.

“Sure.”

You let them have their moment together; they deserve it. You might have secretly wanted to be the one holding his hand through it but seeing the genuine excitement on Katsuki’s face, you don’t have the heart to butt in. Katsuki’s phone ends up in your hand and you do your best to keep the video as steady as you can as the procedure goes forward; there is a loud scream as the needle goes through Izuku’s skin, but Katsuki looks paler than Deku which is quite funny to be honest.

“Katsuki doesn’t like big needles, either.” Eijirou whispers into your ears and you can’t help but giggle.

“Says the guy who needs to be blindfolded and distracted before getting an ear piercing because he hardens his skin every time the needle is about to penetrate.” Katsuki yells; you really like how Katsuki knows Eijirou so much that he didn’t even need to hear what was said to know what it was about.

“Yup. That’s also true.” Eijirou giggles then looks at Izuku who’s basically half asleep in the chair after all the “trauma”. “You okay there, bro?”

“Peachy… AUCH!” Izuku yells out once more when the barbell piercing is being put into place.

“WOW, that’s cool.” Katsuki mutters as he takes in the sight. Eijirou puts a tissue under your nose. Oh. Your nose is bleeding again.

Jesus, this is so much better that your daydreams.

The tissue gets replaced by two tampons by the lovely piercer lady. She takes the phone from you; oh, when did you start recording the floor? And aims the camera at you, making the whole team of heroes laugh hysterically. Then the camera is aimed at Izuku’s chest and the laughter ceases.

“Hell damn, bro.” Kaminari mutters with a blush on his face. Then you hear a slap and an “ouch.” “What’s your problem, Hitoshi?!”

“Behave yourself.” Comes a deep, grumpy voice. “Lookin’ sick, man. Lookin’ sick.”

“I feel violated by just looking at it.” Iida mutters, which is most probably a compliment…?

“Huh, the magazines will never let Izuku wear a top again.” Melissa giggles to herself.

“What if I make a piercing baby that shoots lasers? Or electrocutes when touched? A built in taser. A gps that can send signals about danger?”

“Hatsume, no!” Comes the answer from everyone, in unison. Everyone laughs. Well, Deku tries to laugh but then whimpers from the pain.

“Why…” Hatsume mutters, heartbroken.

The team of friends takes one good look at the new babies on Izuku’s skin then say their goodbyes to leave the green head to rest; they will be able to see it in real life tomorrow, anyway.

“Ready to go home, Izu-Izu?” You mutter as you swap your place with Katsuki who makes his way towards the two piercers to talk to them; you wouldn’t be surprised if Katsuki wants to have his own set in the future.

“I guess I don’t need to ask you if you like them.” Izuku giggles as he takes your hand and leaves a gentle kiss on it.

“Yeah, don’t ask.” You giggle as you help the hero up, not like he needs it, but it feels nice to take care of him.

“I’m a rebel now. I’m so happy.” Izuku adds with a giddy smile. He clearly needed this. It might sound stupid for some people but you absolutely get him.

“You are. And I love you for it.” You smile back, with butterflies in your tummy; it still doesn’t feel real. Not the piercing, but you and Izuku, as a pair, as lovers, as potential forever partners.

It also doesn’t feel real how your love just never changes; it’s constant and deep, only getting deeper as the time goes.

Life is great. Izuku is great. Katsuki and Eijirou are great.

Hell, you are so fucking happy right now; you might jump out of your skin and start break dancing on the ceiling.

Finally… almost everything is back to normal.

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Potato ramble:

- I’m like… 100% sure I’m the only one who’s excited about Izuku getting his nipples pierced. I’m sorry. But it had to be done.

- I’ve done fucking research for this shit, please don’t kill me. One thing for sure, I really need to loose my mind to ever get my nipples done after seeing how it’s done. I am still shivering.

- I only have the last chapter to write now, I’m heartbroken! It’s so hard to say goodbye to this story. It has been with me for so long and my whole life changed upside down since I started it and it’s just… really weird that it’s over, you know?

- I don’t really know what else to say. My life has been full of random ass plotwists as always but I’m getting to a point when I don’t even care anymore. My bestie said if my life would be written as a book, it would be a bestseller. Thanks, bestie. Laugh at my misery! (Joking, she’s been with me through it all, so it’s kinda her life as well at this point LOL sucks to be you buddy)

- There is an anime con in Brighton tomorrow. It usually sucks so I don’t have high hopes but if I find some good stuff I’ll post to you guys about it! I’m also going to the anime con in Budapest called MondoCon in May to see the band who plays the songs in Given, my second fav anime. IM SO EXCITED GUYS!!! Oh, I’m also going to MCM Comic con in London, which is also in May so if you guys are going too, let me know! I’ll be going with my bestie on Saturday! (Don’t ask me how I will cope with such a busy month, that’s a problem for another day.)

- Tell me your thoughts! Let me hear them! 💕

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• December 22nd ❄️ •

I mean, they look kinda similar right?

Hi, sweets 🍭 I'd like to request deaf Bakugo headcanons - just him interacting with his little girl that demands his attention as she wants him to play with her (she is aware dad is a little off because he can't hear)

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As Bakugo's hearing begins to fade periodically with time, his little girl starts noticing the subtle changes.

The little girl, at the age of 5, struggles to understand why her dad doesn't always respond the way others do. When you, her mom, gently explains Bakugo's hearing challenges, the girl takes it all in, absorbing the information.

To bridge the gap, the little girl asks you to teach her some basic signs. With wide-eyed enthusiasm, she practices and learns the signs, eager to communicate better with her dad.

She comes up with creative ways to catch Bakugo's attention - a gentle tap on his lap, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze, or sometimes just grabbing one of the merchandise plushies you collect at home and presenting it to him.

deaf!Bakugo, in turn, has developed a keen sense of visual awareness to understand all of his little girl's signals.

Despite being aware that her dad is a bit different, she continues to demand his attention for playtime! deaf!Bakugo, unaware that his daughter is learning sign language, is pleasantly surprised one day when she excitedly signs to him, asking him to play with her. His heart brims with love and pride, witnessing the earnest effort she's making to connect with him, and he finds it challenging to hold back tears in the middle of the living room.

deaf!Bakugo often engages in games that don't rely heavily on sound but thrive on shared moments. Building intricate block towers, drawing colorful masterpieces, and playing with dolls become their cherished activities!

When it's playtime, Bakugo's face lights up with a soft smile as he watches his daughter's enthusiasm. He might not hear her words and laughter, but he feels the warmth of her joy radiating through the room.

deaf!Bakugo has developed a set of creative signals and cues to respond to his daughter's requests. Whether it's a gentle tap on the shoulder or a specific hand gesture, they have established their own silent language.

As deaf!Bakugo gradually loses his hearing completely, his daughter's ability to communicate with him through signs becomes an invaluable bridge that allows them to share laughter, love, and a world of understanding.

Despite being a hero and handling the challenges of his job, there are moments when deaf!Bakugo, alone in his office while working from home, breaks down. The silence around him reminds him of the laughter of his beloved little girl he can't hear anymore, and it hits him emotionally.

The very first time they finish playing with his daughter's dolls and plushies, Bakugo's heart melts and he can't hold back tears as his little girl approaches him, using sign language to say, "Thank you for playing with me. I love you, Daddy."

The girl is a little scared seeing her dad crying as it is an extremely rare sight. So, she climbs onto his lap, strokes his rough cheeks marked by many scars from the battles he fought, and signs at him, "Daddy, don't cry, I love you. I'll hug you, and it will be okay."

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