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You got to love these two..

haikyuu!! + every commercial break

You know what? After the phone call that sounds like the most perfect day to me! I’m glad your fic is almost done too! Were you writing for a character you’ve never written before?! - 💐

Yes, I’m writing for Bakugo. I have honestly never had a huge interest in him. I like the growth in his character development, but he was never my favorite. However, it’s always good to expand one’s horizons.

【 Dating Inasa 】

Inasa is a very passionate boy by nature and admires a lot of people, so it’s hard to tell when he’s looking up to someone as a skilled role model versus when he’s pining after someone in a more romantic sense. He’s had plenty of crushes come and pass without noticing the telltale signs of an enamored heart. Because of this he originally writes off his overzealous reaction to you as another instance of admiration.

Even so, you don’t have to be a top hero-in-training to earn this boy’s affection. Even just seeing the way you carry yourself with such assured confidence will make him want to know more about you. He won’t be subtle with his curiosity either. Whether or not you recognize his actions as romantic interest or interpret it as a fanatical attempt at kindling a friendship won’t effect how Inasa sees you at all.

Once Inasa realizes his feelings for you aren’t just simple admiration or a passing fancy he won’t clam up around you in an attempt to hide his feelings. He’s an open person and not easily embarrassed, so he has no reason to try to cover up the fact that he’s attracted to you in ways that go beyond just friendship. All his cards are laid out on the table and whether or not you choose to accept his feelings is completely on you. He isn’t about to force you into a relationship for his own selfish gain, nor will he change his attitude towards you if you decided you’d be more comfortable as friends. It’s your choice and he’ll respect it no matter what.

Inasa is very respectful and knows how to keep to himself, but once you start dating your personal space is now his personal space as well. He loves being close to you and will constantly want to be touching you in some capacity. It could be standing shoulder to shoulder with you, holding your hand, or literally toting you around in his arms, but he absolutely loves skinship. However he can curb his need to touch you if you’re feeling particularly smothered, but there’s not much he can do about his overbearing presence. He loves being near you and will constantly hover near you like a shadow.

Part of his inability to let you out of his sight is because he’s extremely protective of you. Hero-in-training or not, Inasa feels that it’s his job as your boyfriend to keep you safe no matter the consequences. He will gladly put himself in harm’s way to keep you safe without any shred of hesitance or forethought. As soon as anything he deems dangerous appears near you, you can bet he’ll show up near instantaneously with only the thought of keeping you safe in mind. Even if it turns out to be something benign or a small inconvenience that you could’ve easily handled yourself, he’ll be there because one day that might not be the case.

A side effect of his protective demeanor is a slightly possessive side that rarely sees the light of day. Inasa knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself–although he’d much prefer you let him take care of you instead–but he also can’t help his own instincts. You own his heart and he owns yours which means he has the right to protect it if he feels threatened. You’ve been embarrassed by and angry with him on more than one occasion for snapping at someone he saw as disingenuous or unworthy of your time and it’s definitely been a cause for more than one fight between you two.

Inasa, being the man of passion that he is, won’t settle for you simply ignoring him and giving him the cold shoulder when he’s upset you. He’d much prefer have a screaming match with you until you both get everything off your chest and are calm enough to work through the issue together than watch you bottle up your anger until you can’t handle it anymore. He will protect you from anything, including yourself and your harmful decisions. He’s also quick to apologize once he cools down and realizes he was in the wrong.

Inasa is comparable to a dog in that he doesn’t understand his own height and weight. While he has no problem carrying you around in his arms or on his back, it’s not as easy for you to support a 6’2” wall of pure muscle when he wants to lay on top of you. Unless his head is resting on your chest you run the risk of being smothered by your cuddly lover. It doesn’t help that his favorite place to rest his head is on your shoulder, a habit developed by his tendency to stand behind your smaller frame and rest his chin on your shoulder.

There is no such thing as a bad date to Inasa as he can find an aspect of anything to appreciate. Even if it’s the most outlandish suggestion and you only made it as a joke, Inasa will happily go along with it and you often find yourself enjoying every date more and more. Even if you end up caught in the rain without an umbrella or lost in an unfamiliar part of town, there’s never an outing you look back on with bad memories because Inasa is there to point out all the good things that you wouldn’t have noticed otherwise.

Inasa doesn’t like seeing you upset in any capacity even if it’s just over something as small as your phone dying before you could find your charger. Nothing short of seeing the smile that he loves so much lighting up your face will get him to slow his roll. He’ll literally bend over backwards to mend the situation and bring that smile back to your face. It’s impossible for him to be happy if you aren’t because you are his happiness. He is truly your personal ray of sunshine.

He’s weirdly sentimental, but only with certain things. He may forget anniversaries or your birthday, but he knows how long you’ve been together and how old you are. To him, exact dates don’t matter when you’ll be together for the rest of your lives. But he does think things like physical symbols of his affection are important. It probably stems from his possessiveness, but Inasa will give you a ring with his name engraved in it. However, justly wears a matching ring with your name on it, but only when he’s not doing hero work since he’d be devastated if he lost it.

It’s very hard to embarrass the boy who is so open about what he likes and seems to like everything, so there is no way to shut him up once he starts going on a tirade of every little thing he loves about you. He’s so in love with you and wants to be with you forever. You’re the only person he’s felt this passionately about and he’s not about to give that up. He’ll be with you as long as you want him and hopefully you’ll want him until the stars fall from the sky.

Oooh the title makes it sound like it’s going to be perfect! Definitely can’t wait to read it!!! I’m sure you got him down perfectly. How are you feeling today?! Random question! What are some of your favourite moments in BNHA so far manga or anime?! - 💐

I’m feeling alright. Just so-so. My depression has really been kicked into overdrive with the quarantine. I’m an introvert and a homebody, so being stuck at home is not an issue. It’s watching the world around me crumble that’s getting to me. I know we can overcome this, even if it takes more time, but it still doesn’t change how I feel. Ugh...sorry...bad vibes.

I loved the league of villains/liberation army arc. It actually pissed me off, in a good way, because I felt more for the villains. Since we get to learn about them and their pasts. My favorite part overall, was when Jin/Twice overcame his fears and doubts to save Toga. It spoke to me on a personal level.

How about you? How are you holding up? And what are your favorite moments?

Yes Hebaron 👏

I want that man so bad!

The Vulgar Deal

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, creampie, use of the term “good girl”

18+ - Minors Do Not Interact

This is pretty vanilla. If I’m being honest. I wrote this because Hebaron Nitra is not represented enough in fan fictions.

Word Count: 3k

Pairings: Hebaron Nitra x Fem!Reader

Summary: As the Governess of Maxi & Riftan’s child, it is your duty to assure the young boy is well educated. However, Hebaron has taught the young master some shrewd words. After reprimanding him, you and Hebaron strike up a deal.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Much like a force of nature, you marched down the main hall of the castle. Your brisk stride and furrowed brow announcing your frustration to everyone in full view. Down the long expanse of the hall, you saw him. Standing amongst a small group of fellow knights was Hebaron Nitra.

Without breaking your stride, you pointed at the crowd ahead and bellowed, “Sir Nitra, I must have a word with you. At. Once.” Putting an extra emphasis on the last two words.

His back was to you, his broad shoulders towering over the other men that surrounded him, and he turned slightly to peer at you. Then, he smiled and called out your first name as though you two had been long time friends. In reality, you had spoken to the man sparingly during the three months of your employment as the Governess at Castle Calypse. All of which were to reprimand him in some way.

He waved the men at his side off and turned his attention entirely to you. That impish smile still plastered on his face.

Your heeled, polished leather boots stopped mere inches away from his dirty and worn boots. Based on the slight sheen to his brow, he had most likely just finished sparing with some of the other knights. His cheeks flushed with a slight shade of pink.

With hands on your hips, a slight upward tilt of your chin, and puffing out of your chest, you stated, “I have a bone to pick with you, Sir Nitra.”

With his smile still present, he raised both his brows and said, “Oh, is that so? Please do enlighten me.” Then, with a much too obvious show of swagger, looped his thumbs into his belt.

Once again, your index finger came up. Pointed towards his face. Your eyes narrowed as the malice dripped from your every word, “You have been teaching the young master nasty and vulgar words. How dare you speak so…flippantly around him. He is a young and impressionable boy.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glared daggers into Hebaron’s own, somehow joyful, gaze.

He stroked his beard with a thumb and index finger. Then, for a brief moment, gazed up at the ceiling, as though he were trying to recall a memory or event. He snapped his fingers in realization. “Haha, yes! I recall it now. It was just the other day. Her Grace had brought the young lad out for a walk about the grounds. I was training some of the new recruits at the time.” He grimaced at the thought and continued, “Damn idiots were useless. I do remember saying a few…colorful words at them.”

You gaped. The man acted as though this explanation was more than reasonable enough to justify his crass behavior in front of the Duchess and young master. Your hands tightened into fists at your sides. You lowered your head briefly, took a deep breath, and shot your gaze back up like a slingshot launching a rock at a giant. “How dare you speak in such a way in front of Her Grace and the young master!” Your voice much louder than you had intended it to be, “That is in no way the proper manner in which to speak in front of them.”

Your jaw was set tight as you gazed up at the man.

Yet his face still had that devilish expression on it. As if, there were some sort of inside joke you weren’t aware of.

Hebaron shrugged.

Your cheeks, which were already flushed, felt enflamed at the rage bubbling within. Your eyes widened and you drew in another sharp breath, but before you could speak Hebaron beat you to it.

“Look, it’s not a big deal.” He put his hands up, in a gesture familiar to a gamekeeper trying to keep back a wild animal. He continued, “Her Grace has heard far worse than that on expeditions and the lad will hear more than just me using…vulgar words.”

Your mouth dropped at this. Her grace was such a sweet and refined woman that you could not fathom her being on an expedition surrounded by burly and crass men saying lewd things to her. Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pursed. Once again, you let out a sharp breath. Your arms crossed tightly over your chest as you found yourself at a loss for words.

So, you settled to staring intensely, your eyes filled with a simmering hatred.

Hebaron smiled broadly, “It’s understandable that you’re unaware of how things are around here. You’re still new, but I can assure you that the lad will continue to hear words like-”

“Stop!” You said curtly, throwing a hand up in an attempt to thwart him from continuing that statement. With an exhausted sigh, you stated, “I understand. However, I ask that you refrain from speaking that way in front of the young master.” You paused and steadied yourself for your next words, “Please.”

A lascivious smirk crept into his expression, “Has anyone ever told you that you look beautiful when you’re angry?”

You sucked in a sharp breath. Your eyes widened. You were unsure what to do with your hands anymore. Or what to say in response.

Hebaron leaned down so that his lips brushed ever so slightly against your ear. His hot breath washing over you as he whispered, “I would love to see what sort of expression you would make with my dick filling you up.”

Another sharp inhale escaped your lips as you placed a hand on Hebaron's chest. It felt dense under his tunic, his muscles flexing beneath your touch. In a breathy whisper, “This is…hardly appropriate, Sir Nitra.”

Hebaron pulled away enough to meet your gaze. His green eyes bore into yours. You felt your knees threaten to give way.

“Perhaps, I pay a visit to your bedchambers this evening and see for myself what sort of…expressions that face can make.” Hebaron said.

Your brow furrowed into a tight knit. Then, you spun around on your heels and marched away back down the main hall.

Despite not being able to see him, you could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “That wasn’t a nooo.”

That evening, you sat in front of your vanity. Brush in hand. Yet you hadn’t bothered to tame your hair because your mind was still reeling over the things Hebaron had said. You couldn’t focus on anything for the rest of the day. Now you were in your chemise, the one made of silk and lace, thinking about a man who was many years your senior.

You bite your lip.

He was still a handsome man. Despite his age, brutish nature, and vulgar tongue.

Good god, his tongue.

You imagined his dragging across your breasts. Your stomach. Your…

A firm knock at the door startled you from your lewd daydream. Your gaze shot to the door. Your heartbeat quickened as you stood up on shaky legs, tossing the brush aside. With careful strides you managed to push yourself towards the door.

You grabbed the handle. Your breath hitched in your throat. Deep breath in and out.

Then, you cracked the door open a few inches.

“Good evening.” Said the deep baritone of Hebaron’s voice.

In his hands you could see a bottle of wine and two glasses. He waved them at you.

You opened the door fully and stepped back to allow him in. He strolled over to the table and chairs that you normally used to eat at. Then, he sat down the bottle and glasses and turned to face you. His mouth dropped and he let out a strangled moan.

“Sit.” You said firmly.

Without hesitation, and without taking his eyes off you, he sat in one of the chairs.

You closed the door and locked it. The firm click sent a chill through you.

Turning to face Hebaron you were amused by his obvious staring. His mouth slightly open. He watched, rapt and in awe, as your hands went to the delicate buttons of your nightgown. One by one you began to undo them. As you worked your way down, the two sides fell apart, revealing a slice of flesh. Dipping from your neck to the valley between your breasts, to your navel. As you let the garment drop to the floor you heard Hebaron let out a shaky breath.

“I have a confession to make.” You said softly.

“Lord, let it be a long one.”

“I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. I do, however, detest your crass manner of speaking. It’s rude and undignified. The young master should be raised in a distinguished way so that he may become the best man he can. For Anatol’s sake. Do you agree?”

Hebaron nodded vigorously, “Of course.”

“So…I will allow you into my bed tonight. Under the circumstances that you no longer speak using such filthy words. Especially, in front of the young master.” You stepped free of your pooled chemise and slowly made your way over to Hebaron, “You will also make sure that no one else speaks that way in front of him.”

You stopped a few feet away, just outside his reach.

“Do we have an understanding?” You asked curtly.

Hebaron drew in a deep breath as his eyes searched your body, then his gaze met yours. He nodded, “We do, but I have one more condition to add.”

“Go on.”

“I will stop my…crass manner of speaking and refrain from cursing and using…vulgar words, but I am free to say all of them and more tonight. And every time you and I…are together, like this.”

You pursed your lips, “Who said this would be more than just one night?”

He smiled devilishly, his gaze devouring you, “By the end of this, you’ll be begging for my dick every night.”

“I doubt that, but we have deal.”

Despite your belief that he was out of reach, Hebaron leaned forward and pulled you towards him. You nearly fell into his arms. He steadied you by placing a strong hand on your waist. His thumb gently stroking your skin.

Heat sparked and crackled between you both.

He nuzzled his forehead against your collarbone and slowly began lining your skin with soft kisses. Working his way up your neck. Peppering more kisses along your jawline. Until his lips found yours. His kiss was soft at first, then grew rougher as his hands roamed your body.

The wet heat that was building between your legs, was threatening to destroy you. Your hands went to his shirt, and you started to unbutton it. He pulled away long enough to rip the shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Then, his lips crashed onto yours again. One hand found your breast and with his calloused fingers, he began twisting and toying with your nipple. His other hand grasped your ass.

A moan escaped your lips.

You could feel the smile on his lips as he continued to kiss you. But then, he pulled his lips away. His gaze firmly locked on yours as he stared at your lewd expression. His eyes were heavy with lust as he said, “Oh, that’s such a naughty look you have.”

Your breathing was heavy, but you furrowed your brow and frowned. Before a single word could be said, Hebaron moved his hand from your rear, brought it forward and slid it behind your legs. Your mouth gaped as one of his large fingers teased your slick entrance.

“Good. Your pussy’s nice and wet already.”

You wanted to say something but instead you braced your hands on his shoulders as he slowly dug a finger into your soaking wet core. A mix between a squeak and moan escaped your mouth. Your eyes felt heavier which each stroke of his finger.

“That’s a good girl.” Hebaron’s own voice sounded strained as he kept an even pace, “You’re making that lewd expression again. I wanna see what it looks like when I make you come all over my hand.”

He brought his mouth to one breast and his tongue worked circles around your already hard nipple. His teeth grazed and nibbled at it while his other hand worked your other harden peak. All the while, the finger that was deep inside you moved in a faster rhythm.

Your knees began to waver, threatening to buckle under the immense wave of warmth spreading out from your core. Hebaron removed his hand from your breast and wrapped it around your waist. In order to chase the high, you began to move your hips into his palm.

More moans escaped your lips, growing louder as your breath became heavier.

Hebaron pulled himself away from your breast and watched as you reached your peaked. Your nails dug into his flesh and your muscles tightened around his finger. Your eyes never broke away from his dark and lusting gaze.

He pulled his finger from you and the sheen of your orgasm dripped down his hand. He smiled, took the finger into his mouth and sucked every bit off.

You were too caught up in your high to even care about how crude it was.

Once he cleaned his finger, he stared at you with what could only be described as carnal desire. With a swiftness he gathered you up in his arms and carried you over to the bed.

At this moment, you felt so small his arms. He lowered you to the bed and stood before you like a godly statue. From this vantage point you were able to see every muscle as it flexed and moved. His skin was smooth and glistening. He kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to pool on the floor. Revealing his cock.

Lightening coursed through your body as you took in his. You sat up on the edge of the bed and reached out for him. Your fingers curled around his rigid shaft. He was thick and hard, the circle formed by your thumb and middle finger didn’t quite meet. You dragged your hand from the root of his cock, sliding his supple skin over the iron column beneath. He thrusted into your hand.

Your mind grew fuzzy.

He jerked free of your grip and in a swift motion had himself positioned between your legs. You stared up at him, wanting. Needing. His hand glided up your throat and his thumb rested on your lips. Stroking them as he said, “You’re making such a filthy face right now.”

His thumb parted your lips, and you lightly sucked it. Nibbling it.

“Tell me what you want.” Hebaron asked breathlessly.

“I want you.”

He smiled as he pressed the length of his cock to your dripping pussy, rubbing it against your clit, inciting a moan from you.

“Tell me. What. You. Want.”

You bucked your hips, begging for him to push himself inside you.

Hebaron grabbed your hips and forced you to stop. You whimpered in protest.

“Tell me. I won't ask again.”

“I want your cock.” You said in a breathy whisper.

Hebaron bite his lip and started moving against you once more. His movements slow. You ached for him. Trying to move your hips, but his hands kept a firm grip. His shaft rubbed perfectly against your clit. You become wetter with each stroke. Soaking him.

“Please…” Your breath hitched as you cried out, “Please fuck me, Hebaron.”

He stopped.

You could feel him tense and twitch between your legs.

With a groan he growled out, “I thought you’d never ask.”

He lifted you by your hips and slid into you, filling you with one blissful inch after another. You gripped his forearms. Gasping for air. Once he was completely buried to the hilt, he began to move in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Do you feel that?” His thrusts gained pace. “That’s what you do to me. How hard you make me. I’ve been wanting this. Every time you glared at me, chastised me, given me that glare, I have wanted to bend you over and teach you a lesson.”

He pulled your hips higher, forcing your back into an arch.

“Sometimes,” He panted, “even in the middle of the day, I have to lock myself away and stroke my own cock, spilling myself into a rag like a schoolboy. It’s still not enough. It’s never enough.”

There was a furious edge to his words and a brutish quality to his rhythm. As if he wanted you to be sorry for driving him mad with lust. No such thing would happen. His growled confessions were the best thing you’d ever heard.

All the while, he continued his forceful thrusts. It was animalistic and uncivilized, and you were wild with arousal. Your body quivered and tensed as the most devastating orgasm of your life washed over you like a tidal wave. You couldn’t hide your expression as you came in racking, tearful sobs.

He did not stop.

He bent down over you, pressing his forehead against yours. A thrill shot through you as he called out your name. A ragged groan signaled his climax. His seed spilling into you like a warm rain. His cock throbbing softly even in the stillness and quiet and labored breath.

After several moments, he kissed the top of your head. His arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you close. “I hope your not too scandalized.”

You smiled, “I’m scandalized the perfect amount, but I think my thighs are now jelly.”

He chuckled into your neck and collapsed by your side in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

“Well, that was a delicious first course.” Hebaron whispered into your shoulder before kissing it.

“First course? Out of how many?” You asked in a shrill squeak.

“Depends on how hungry I am.” He sat up on one elbow and gazed down at you, “And right now, I’m still starving.”

I’m screaming!!

Would Inasa be oblivious of his romantic feeling for someone?

for a short while, he would be! he’d think it’s just a deep admiration for you, until he realizes you’re the only person that makes his cheeks turn bright red when you smile at him. he’s constantly pinching/punching himself whenever he’s within ten feet of you, because he likes you so much and he’s just so excited!

it wouldn’t take long for him to realize it though, especially with camie’s help. (‘you’re like...totally in love dude.’) and soon, he’s at your doorstep with a bouquet of roses and he’s? bleeding? as soon as you open the door he slams his head to the ground in a bow and asks you to go on a date. of course, you say yes, but there’s just one thing.

“inasa...you’re bleeding...”

Good morning!!!! Sometimes just being in each other’s presence is the best! I hope you’re having a good day, I’ve been trying to get some writing today I’m still trying to decide what to write you. Is there anything that would make your absolute day if I wrote it for you? - 💐

I would love anything. Stick with romance and I will be happy. If it makes you feel any better, I’m having a similar issue. I have some drabbles, but nothing feels right. I’m writing for Bakugo, which I have never done. I love the character, but I’m not sure I can truly capture his persona into written word. Been doing a lot of research.

I can give you some of my ideas for scenarios and you can go from there. It may spark an idea. Park scenarios are always a good idea for a spring theme. Going on a picnic or perhaps an outdoor concert. Not a huge one, like a local concert. Maybe dancing ensues. Not sure if that helps, but it’s all I have for ideas right now. Happy writing!