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katsuki's birthday

you knew katsuki wasn't the type who liked to celebrate his birthday. for as long as you've known him, he'd always downplay it, treating the day like it was like any other.

not wanting to make him angry, you abided by his request. you would text him as soon as the clock hit 12:00 am on April 20, wishing him a happy birthday, and when he was awake, you would go to him, giving him a big hug and repeating the text. that was it.

it hurt your heart to not be able to throw him a mini party, or take him out to his favorite places all day, but you knew that's what he least wanted.

this year though, you wanted to amp up the birthday celebration, but not too much where katsuki would feel annoyed.

before the clock struck midnight, you stayed up at your desk, writing a heartfelt letter for him. it was nothing too fancy, but it came from the heart. once you were finished sealing it up, leaving a lipstick-stained kiss mark on the front, you watched your phone, waiting for the time to change.

as soon as it did, you rushed to click the messages app, opening up katsuki's contact. you began writing, "happy birthday kats! wishing you the best birthday <3!!!" this was a usual text for you to send katsuki on his birthday, but, you weren't done just yet. you had one more thing planned.

you snuck over to the kitchen, trying your best to not make any noise.

you and katsuki had this thing where at least once a month, you tried a new restaurant or place to eat. last month, you went to a new cafe that opened up about 30 minutes from UA, katsuki fell in love with it. he usually doesn't like sweets, but after you begged him to try a chai chiffon cake, it was the only thing he could talk about.

you've been secretly practicing the recipe for weeks, hiding it from katsuki and the others. you wanted this to be the gift that only you two would understand.

after what felt like 5 hours, the cake was finally done. you used a simple cream cheese crumb coat to coat the top, and put some sprinkles to decorate. you prayed it tasted good.

it was now 7 am, everyone was in the lounge area, waiting for katsuki. you were holding the card, fidgeting with it anxiously.

as katsuki made his way around the corner, everyone shouted. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" he looked surprise as one by one, everyone came up to him to wish him a happy birthday, some even giving him small gifts. he looked annoyed, but was grateful for the well wishes, muttering a 'thank you' to everyone.

last but not least, it was your turn.

katsuki's eyes softened when you walked up to him. he reached around your waist and pulled you into a hug.

"happy birthday kats," you said, gently pulling away from the embrace. you pressed the card to his chest, "i wrote this for you."

katsuki smiled slightly and took the card, "thank you y/n... you didn't have to do this."

you smiled, "yeah i know, i just really wanted to do something different for you this year."

he pulled up back into a hug, breathing in heavily.

as you both let go, you took katsuki's hand, dragging him towards the kitchen as everyone followed.

"where are we going?" katsuki questioned.

"i have one more surprise for you."

right on the island, stood the cake you spent the whole early morning making.

"what is this?" katsuki went towards the cake.

"so you remember the cake you really liked at that cafe," you began.

katsuki nodded.

"i tried to make it for you. i'm not sure if it'll taste that good but i worked really hard... happy birthday," you gave a small, unassured smile.

in awe, katsuki planted a small kiss on your head. "thanks princess, this is way more than i could have asked for."

you giggled, cutting a piece of the cake and handing it to him. once he grabbed it, you played with your fingers, anticipating his reaction.

as he took a bite, his eyes widened.

you bit your lip, scared he was gonna spit it out.

however, katsuki ate more, basically swallowing the whole thing at once.

"y/n, this was the best cake i've ever had, way better than the one at the cafe!"

your eyes met his excited ones, "is it actually?!" you felt relieved.

"yes it really is, thank you so much," he pulled you into another hug, placing kisses on your head and around your eyes.

as he did so, everyone else was grabbing a slice of cake, awaiting to see how good it was for katsuki to praise and show affection in front of everyone.

"happy birthday kats," you laughed, playfully trying to move your head back from the shower of kisses.

katsuki pulled you back in, "this is the best day ever."

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ITS BAKUGO'S BDAYYYYYYY so here's a cute little fic 😼

i like writing bakugo sweet to only the reader if yall can’t tell 😛

“you’re the only person i would feel safe trying this with” mmmhppfngmmgofmgmmmppppphhhhhmmmmgggmmmmm

a/n. it's been a hot minute, y'all. this is inspired by a reel i saw on instagram (@dagirlythang), although i believe this is one of those notorious accounts that reposts content from other creators without proper citation :\ still, credit is due where it's (partially) due. anywho, i haven't written in a WHILE, but i hope this still scratches the itch for some of you. enjoy! (0.6k)

“here, kats.”

from where he’s just put the car in park, bakugou looks at you—first, instinctively—then carefully, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sight of what you’re holding.

his normally crimson eyes that are seeming darker under the dim light of his brand new porsche dart up to meet yours. “the fuck is that?”

you frown at his unexpectedly hostile reaction, although it’s quick to morph into a look of realization when it hits you belatedly.

“shit, sorry,” you half-laugh, half-sputter, hurriedly returning it to your bag before reaching into its depths for your phone. you thumb in your password in almost less than a second, gaze trained on the app as you click it, “i forgot you preferred cashless transactions.”

you’re in the middle of typing in bakugou’s phone number—you’re embarrassed to admit you already have it memorized just two weeks into dating him—when your device is unceremoniously yanked out of your grip—so fast that you could barely squeak in surprise. you whip to face the pro-hero—about to reprimand his ear off for ripping it away from your hands like that—when you catch a glimpse of his features and all the words suddenly die in your throat.

uh oh.

“tell me,” he starts, voice low, and you find yourself gulping despite yourself. “did i buy this car so i can quit hero work and be a driver?”

“…no?”

a scowl. “then why are you treating me like i’m you’re fucking uber?”

you blanch. “i’m not! i just figured i give you some gas money.”

“why the fuck would you send me gas money?”

you know better than to answer that, so you shake your head and ignore the way he’s practically glowering at you, before pulling out the wad of cash from earlier, “is this much okay—”

“you ain’t sending me shit,” bakugou essentially spits—cutting you off—just as he reaches over the console and thrusts your hand back into your wallet.

he’s still gripping onto your phone.

you toss him an exasperated expression.

that earns you an eye roll. “don’t.”

you pout. “why won’t you let me help?”

“this isn’t about help, dumbass,” bakugou drawls, mirroring your irritation. “i won’t be caught dead asking my girlfriend for money.”

you try to breeze past the way he just referred to you as his girlfriend, masking your fluster with a scoff. “so it’s a pride thing now?”

the ash-blonde sneers. “more like the bare fucking minimum.”

to that, you snort, although you can’t fight the smile that tugs at your lips. “easy for you to say, rich guy.”

“watch it,” he warns, and you break into a laugh, then laugh harder when his mouth wobbles in a sorry attempt to keep a stern face.

that grants you a playful punch to the shoulder, which you take in stride, still chuckling. soon enough, the air falls into a quiet lull with neither of you making a move to get out and into your apartment’s parking lot. this goes on for a few beats, before bakugou finally breaks the silence.

“p-promise me.”

bewildered, you glance at the pro-hero, who’s looking straight ahead onto the wall beyond the car. “promise you what?”

he swallows, as if nervous. “that you’ll get used to this.”

your eyes widen, suddenly speechless. the urge to ask him what he means by ‘this’ quickly surfaces—something tells you it’s more than just him spending on you—albeit dies down just as swiftly. the last thing you want is to ruin the moment.

instead, you settle with peering at him curiously for another minute, before: “…do i have a choice?”

at that, bakugou turns to you, grinning. “nah.”

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Begging for a Katsuki and Eijiro version of them being teased

I’m so in love with your writing omfg

katsuki getting frustrated with your teasing

katsuki was insanely sensitive to touch, always noticing even when you slightly brushed by him. however, he would always pull you back, expecting a kiss or some more affection before he let you go.

because of his sensitivity, you decided to tease him more. it couldn’t hurt, right? surely it wouldn’t do so much to him, after all, it would be a harmless joke.

so when you began to slowly run your hands down his back or chest, he would feel so much, your fingers grazing over his scars and through his clothes. he could hardly help himself, and when he was in the hallways of UA, or walking down the streets on patrol, he would still feel your hands all over his body. he blamed you for how he suddenly turned touch-deprived.

of course, katsuki wouldn’t admit his yearning to anyone but you. he missed your touch at all times, trying to imitate your hands with his own, rough ones, whether it was placing his hand on his chest like how you would, or running down his hand up and down his bicep.

but it never felt like you, and he needed your touch. he didn’t care what you did or how you did it, but he needed you, needed to feel you.

something was off. you always placed teasing touches on him, especially when his friends were around. were you trying to catch him off guard? were you just trying to embarrass him, show his friends how he really was around you?

so when you finally sat yourself on his lap, straddling his thick thighs, he nearly lost it. you ran your hands down his scarred and muscular chest, placing teasing kisses on his neck. you were driving him insane with how you were touching him, and you even knew how sensitive he was, how every touch affected him so much.

once you ran your hand down his stomach, katsuki shuddered and grabbed your wrist, “the fuck are you doing?”

you mumbled, “‘m not doing anything, kats,” and continued with your small and gentle touches.

“mm, stop—“ he muttered, trying to bite down the soft sighs that came out of his mouth, feeling too comfortable around you.

you pulled away, knowing it wasn’t what he really wanted, causing a string of curses to leave his mouth. he gently shoved your head back into his neck, begging for more kisses. he grunted once you didn’t continue, and you let out a small chuckle.

eventually, you kissed katsuki’s neck and jawline, hands sitting on his shoulders, and his hands on your hips. he mumbled, “you damn tease,” and softly laughed, rubbing your back up and down.

if only you knew how much your affect on him stretched.

i’m so glad you love my writing, i genuinely appreciate it so much. i’ll make a separate writing for eijiro being teased :)

Speaks for itself

I'm just plagued with the idea of kissing this man. p.jackson x reader

There was no helping yourself. Really.

How dare he look so cute while talking about his day, the usual sparkle in his sea-green eyes making it impossible to focus on anything other than him? The way he spoke—animated, casual, completely unaware of how effortlessly charming he was—only made things worse. And to top it all off, he had the audacity to let you sit in his lap, his arms wrapped around you like you belonged there, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You were supposed to be listening. Really, you were. But between the warmth of his body beneath you and the way his thumb brushed lazily against your hip, your resolve crumbled.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Percy paused mid-sentence, his lips twitching into a smile. “What kiss are you kiss doing?” he asked, words muffled against your lips as you stole another kiss—this time landing squarely on his mouth.

“Loving you,” you murmured, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, drawing it out just long enough to feel his breath catch.

Percy let out a soft hum, his fingers pressing a little firmer into your waist as he grinned against your lips. “Mm… can’t say I mind.”

You giggled, threading your fingers through his messy black curls. “Didn’t think you would.”

His hands slowly slid up your back, before he pulled you even closer. “You’re not even letting me finish my story,” he teased, though the warmth in his voice betrayed any real protest.

“You’ll live,” you whispered before kissing him again, this time slow and sweet, savoring the way he melted into you like he had all the time in the world.

If there was one thing about Percy Jackson, it was that he always made you feel like the center of his world.

And you’d kiss him as many times as it took to remind him he was the center of yours too.

before you start dating hajime’s face is always super blank around you. eventually his friends notice, because it’s different from his usual RBF, but it doesn’t really indicate… anything. and when they eventually ask him why he fuckin looks like that he turns red and spits out that he knew everyone could see what a total dope he turns into around you. and they realize that in his perspective he looks like he’s positively mooning over you

Percy got one minotaur horn when he was twelve and another two when he was 15, he should ditch the sword and make a trident out of them. Imagine the flex

DRUNK!KATSUKI // you loved drunk katsuki.

whenever he got drunk or tipsy he was a complete opposite of his normal self.

katsuki isn’t a party type of guy, quite frankly he rarely attends parties like this, but since you practically begged for him to come he couldn’t say no..so with one final please you got him to come.

when he does get an opportunity to drink…oh boy!

his cheeks slightly pink, slurring and stuttering over his words and extremely touchy! would literally cling to you like a baby.

“bab..y..” he slurred with a cheeky smirk using his finger to poke you, “yes?” you would reply hearing a small snicker, “you so fuckin’ prett..y..” he slurred his words just staring at you. his eyes extremely droopy fighting the urge to pass out.

he would not let go of you the entire night. would have his arm wrapped around your shoulder making you sure you’re close to him all times.

if he did have to leave you or you had to get up for a slight second he would let it be known he is married.

If a women was to lay her hands on him or try to flirt with him he would instantly turn them down, “I have.. a wife.” shooting a glare, and if he saw you coming back he would walk right back to you wrapping his arms around your waist.

though bakugo is good with liquor he was passed out like a baby as soon as he hit the bed not giving a damn about still being in his clothes. you would have a slight struggle trying to get his clothes off, but you were able to accomplish it also getting in bed with him.

the next morning he woke both a big kick to the ass, head pounding as he swore…”i’m never doin this shit again..”

DRUNK!IZUKU RARELY happens considering Izuku never has time to party.

but the one time where he was able to have that time off, is when class 1-a had a reunion party.

though you can handle your liquor your darling husband couldn’t..

drunk!izuku wasn’t a new sight seeing, more like you were surprised to see him drunk after rarely seeing him in this state.

his cheeks slightly pink, hair messy and droopy eyes. making his way to find you, and once he did would NOT leave your side.

would literally grip your waist and lay his head on your shoulder so you couldn’t go anywhere from him. his thumb caressing along your waist as you spoke to everyone, as he sat there silently.

drunk!zuku wasn’t a loud drunk, he was actually quiet. If someone spoke to him or asked him a question all he would do is hum and lean back into you.

good think about drunk izuku is he would NOT let any other women touch him in the slightest. if that women didn’t have that matching scar that was placed under their eye, that was NOT his wife.

“my love..” he hiccuped looking up at you gaining your attention, “hm?” you would simply hum, feeling him tightening his hold around you, tucking his flustered face back into your neck mumbling, “can we go ho..me..?” you barley made out what he said, but you nodded using your free hand to rake your nails through his hair. “yes..we can.”

as soon as you both got home, he dragged you into bed instantly passing out with his arms wrapped around you. that next morning waking up with a banging headache ..he swore to himself he was never EVER getting that hammered again..

don’t have a boyfriend because I haven’t met anyone like percy jackson