When Worries Bring Two Hearts Closer Together

I mean, they look kinda similar right?

Drawing Brazil Hinata to distract myself from my country’s steep decline into fascism

Ik I’ve already requested before but I’m a sucker for specific stuff… could you possibly do mha boys x fem reader w a smaller chest!! Like literally a-b cup, THANK U! I love ur works sm<3

🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 small boobs

texts with the bnha guys; fem! reader (aged up) characters included: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou.

warnings: sfw, suggestive, insecurities

⋮ ⌗ ┆˚₊‧꒰ა 🍓 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"My assignment, sir," you say through a cheeky grin. Gently waving a sheet of paper before Midoriya as though tempting a cat to pounce.

The staffroom around you is silent and dusk creeps through the windows. If you focus your eyes, you can see stars peeking through the darkening sky. Realistically, you should head home soon if you have any hope of being conscious for teaching class tomorrow. But the concept of an early-night for either of you is far-fetched to begin with, you suppose.

Midoriya leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. You shift where you're perched on the edge of his desk as he considers you. He's surrounded by student assignments you know he's rushing to mark, each paper littered in red and green pen. But the chaos doesn't seem to bother him, and in all honesty, you can't remember the last time you saw the wood of his desk anyway.

"You missed the deadline," he replies dryly, arching an eyebrow.

Tipping your head down in faux remorse, you trace a fingertip on the corner of his desk.

"Perhaps you could make an exception," your finger shifts the papers slightly and you spy a bright green smiley face scrawled on the corner of an assignment. You barely smother the smile threatening your face. "Just this once?"

Midoriya hums lightly and you peek at him. Large black frames sit low on his nose bridge, and the pronounced curve of his jaw has your stomach already twisting itself into knots.

"Let me see." Midoriya holds out his hand expectantly and you pass over your paper.

"I worked extra hard on it," you lilt, watching how his eyes skim over your writing.

It's a stone-faced lie, of course—the paper is covered in haphazardly scribbled puns and shitty dad jokes you stole from reddit, seeing how you've spent the past twenty minutes procrastinating your own marking. The corner of his mouth twitches up as he reads through them.

"I'm not sure I can tell," he murmurs, eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly.

You feign confusion, leaning over to peer at the paper he's holding.

"Ah, silly me!" you gasp, shaking your head. "I must've given you the wrong paper."

Twisting on your perch, you glance around his desk and mindlessly shuffle various papers and stationary out of the way in your search.

"Hmm, where did I put it?"

You brace a hand on Midoriya's thigh, feeling the muscles twitch under your grip, and lean over to inspect under his desk.

"Maybe I dropped it..." you mutter, slowly rolling his chair away and sinking to your knees to get a better look. Midoriya inhales. "I was positive it was here somewhere."

Sitting back on your haunches after a moment, which is a precarious act in your heels, you stop your pretend search and glance up at him.

Midoriya's hands are still clutching the collection of your plagiarised jokes and he's just barely staring over the top of it like you've grown another head. His leg jerks instinctively when you touch his knees, teasingly sliding your hands up his thighs. Midoriya flushes, face contorting in alarm.

Fighting down a smile, you instead widen your eyes and pout, mentally psyching yourself up for the cheesy line you watched in a movie last night—the line that sparked this whole idea.

"Is there any other way I can make it up to you?"

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 🍰₊ little wish

katsuki bakugou is a notoriously light sleeper. he also goes to bed relatively early, and tonight is no exception. 

you’re kind of banking on the former when you shift in bed to face him, a little after midnight. 

his eyes flutter open, brow creasing when your fingers gently trace the line of his jaw. 

your smile is almost enough to ward away the post-waking grumpiness. 

“happy birthday, kacchan.” 

he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. “it’s late, what’re ya doing?”

“how does it feel to have completed another year of being a top hero, smokin’ hot public figure, world-class chef, weirdly inspiring personal motivator, frontliner in the sassy man apocalypse, aaand my favorite person in the whole world?”

“feels like i wanna go back to bed,” he grumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“fair,” you giggle softly, his nose tickling your collarbone. “any regrets?”

he huffs, breath warm against hour skin. “tch. not w’you.”

“good,” you hum, hands carding through his hair. “special wishes?”

“besides more sleep?”

“besides more sleep,” you agree, huffing out a little laugh. 

he pretends to think about it, voice muffled into your neck. his lips brush your skin when he speaks. “nothin’ special. just you.”

you beam into the dark, squeezing your arms around him. 

“and thai for dinner. the spicy kind. maybe cheesecake for dessert.”

“done and done.”

it’s quiet for a moment, nothing but the faint street noises and your mixed breathing filling the room. you think he’s fallen back asleep until he speaks in a low murmur. 

“‘m really your favorite?”

“in the whole damn world.”

“hmph. good. now let’s go back to bed.”

“whatever the birthday boy wants.”

pngs and icon not mine, dividers by @/saradika-graphics — i could proofread this but im not going to. silly thing to say happy birthday to The weirdo ever!! love and goodnight <33

Karasuno boys as second years 🐦‍⬛✨

LOOOORRRDDDD LET ME BREATHE ARGRBFJFJDKEKKEKWOWJWI????!!??!?!?!?!? shit so funny it got me dizzy from laughing too hard

THINKING ABOUT TIMESKIP! SHŌYŌ VERY HARD !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I NEED HIM TO CHOKE ME WITH HIS FUCKING BICEPS AND HIS THIGHS AND CRUSH ME WITH HIS HUGS PLEASE I AM NOT ASKING FOR MUCH I JUST WANT TO DIE BY THE HANDS OF TIMESKIP! HINATA SHŌYŌ MY BELOVED I NEED THIS MAN UP MY VAGINA RIGHT NOW I AM NOT ASKING

HE CAN MANHANDLE ME HOWEVER HE WANTS THROW ME AROUND LIKE A TOY I DON’T CARE I WILL EVEN SUCK HIS DICK FOR HIM AND I HATE SUCKING DICKS BECAUSE THEY ARE ew BUT FOR HIM I WOULD DO IT I WILL BEG HIM TO LET ME DO IT

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