We Had To Make An Intro For My Motion Graphics Class So I Did The DDLC Intro!

katsuki LOVES seeing you spend his money. you tell him you're having a bad day? he's sending you some money and telling you to buy something nice for yourself. you guys are going out on a date? he reminds you not to bring your wallet—he's got it. and you've reminded him time and time again that he doesn't have to do any of that, that you feel bad spending his money!!! but he doesn't care.

he reminds you every time that he wants to spend his money on you, no matter how big or small. he knows full well that you can pay for the things he buys you. he knows how hard you work for your money, how dedicated you are to your job.

but if he's there, why should you have to worry about anything at all?

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Bakugou Katsuki, who absentmindedly starts touching you at random.

Like, you’ll be lounging on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok while Katsuki watches a game on TV, and suddenly, you feel his hands gently massaging your feet. And honestly, this man is incredible with his hands. (😉)

Or imagine this: you're standing in front of the mirror in your closet, calmly putting on your jewelry when he walks up from behind, already finished. His eyes lock onto yours, and before you know it, you feel his hands slide onto your hips. You smile as you feel him squeezing the softness of them, and jokingly push him back so you can grab your shoes. He still follows you around tho with his hands still firmly resting on your hips.

Or maybe you’re just lying on the couch with him, your head resting on his chest as you slowly drift off to sleep. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you wake up to the sound of Katsuki's phone as he scrolls through it, and the feeling of his hands gently cradling the back of your neck. His fingers slowly move upward, absentmindedly massaging your scalp and nape while he watches boxing matches.

Ugggghhhh, or what about when you’re cooking dinner for the two of you? You’re standing at the stove, switching between seasoning one pot and checking on another, when you hear Katsuki walk up behind you. He asks if you need help, but you shake your head and smile at him, reassuring him he can just relax. Instead of walking away, though, he sighs dramatically and leans his whole weight onto your back, his hands wrapping around your waist.

"Kats careful I'm gonna burn myself."

"My bad mama."

So, he leans back and rests his head on your shoulder, just watching you cook. His hands move up and down your arms, and whenever you shift to do something, he starts rubbing your side instead.

Katsuki has a degree in being touch-starved, and he doesn't even realise it. But you? You absolutely love it.

thinking about trueform sukuna who loves overstimulating you to the max. you're riding him - well, not really. your sat up on his cock but two of his hands are gripping your hips, bouncing you up and down furiously.

one of his cocks, the bigger one, stretching out your poor pussy. reaching so deep, your stomach bulges out, showing the shape of his mighty cock. his other cock wasn't as bulky or tall as the other one, but it was still bigger than any other mans. that one was stuffed tight into your puckered hole, filling you up nicely. you couldn't get away from the pleasure as sukuna forces you to swallow his length over and over again. taking him whole was a hard thing but with a bit of force, you could do it.

the tongue that slides out from his stomachs mouth, licks a wet glob of spit on your clit, lapping at the small bud.

you whine loudly, tears brought to your eyes. you squirm, trying to get away as your legs shake angrily. "what's the matter?" his soothing words would have been nice despite his mocking grin that plasters his sweaty face.

you mumble out slurred words, while his two free hands are attached to your boobs. grabbing, grasping and pinching the skin. your nipples already swollen from the clamps he had clasped to them earlier. slight red glows at your sensitive nipples. you mewl loudly, tears dripping down your chin as you moan repetitively. your legs shake with a violent pace.

cum lashing out from your pussy, dripping down his cock as you squirt all over him. the mouth on his stomach seems to groan at the taste, lapping it up. his hands bounce you angrier, desperate the take every drip from in you.

your messy hair wafts around, sticking to your skin slightly. sweat covers you as your body is worn out from the past hour. "su-hah!" you moan out loudly. eyebrows pinching together.

"take it." he groans out, head falling back in laughter and pleasure. a hand that grips your hip harshly moves up to your stomach, pressing down hard. you whine as spurt out more liquid. "fucken messy girl."

the night was young, laughter ringing through the room like vibrations of joy, and yet katsuki bakugo just would not kiss you.

of course, he had not bothered to partake in the game of spin the bottle. sitting lazily on the couch nearest the circle of giggling teens, he had barely lifted his eyes from the rim of his cup before grumbling a rough “no.” despite the response being entirely in character for the blond, the immediate denial — almost as if he had been long prepared to deny the opportunity to kiss you — was mildly humiliating. it was a difficult task to conceal the embarrassment coating your face in warmth, but you hoped that those around you were too inebriated to notice. they were, luckily… except for him. all too sober, he almost felt bad, but he believed his reasoning was enough to justify his firm dismissal.

denki nudged him by the shoulder, giving him a look that was promptly ignored. “dude,” he said quietly, almost gritted.

a nasty glare was shot in his direction, one that spoke multitudes. oddly enough, it seemed to soften into something more complex when it dropped to his lap, but his words were brash all the same. “kaminari, shut your trap. now.”

denki ran a hand down his face, groaning. it seemed that everyone in the room had a shared sort of exasperation; they somehow saw right through him in a way you could not. for once, you seemed to be the only one that did not understand him.

your attempts to dismiss it and move on, to put the spotlight elsewhere for but a moment, were flushed away when mina interjected with a “why not?”

red eyes narrowed into slits, his jaw ticking. “because.”

“bakugo!”

“no.”

“c’mon, man!”

he was visibly growing flustered, brows knitting together in barely concealed frustration. fists clenched, the red plastic of his solo cup crumpled enough to make a sound. “I said no. fuck off.”

a series of protests and drunken whines echoed through the muggy room. “just do i-“

“not like this!”

a pause. his face went red. the room fell silent in what was barely a beat, eyes boring saucer shaped holes into the both of you. your lips parted almost as if to speak, but nothing came out save for a single dry croak. everyone looked at you except for katsuki. ever the confrontational, suddenly shying away from a bit of eye contact.

turns out that yes, he had refused to kiss you, but not out of disgust or even a lack of romantic attraction to you. he had refused to kiss you in the dingy confines of this dimly lit room, countless eyes trained on you, putting on a show that would be forgotten by morning. he had planned to do it some other time — properly — because he knew that was what you deserved. not the taste of cheap liquor and erupting cheers, but the gentle embrace of a lover and the bliss of something new.

a/n: why am I writing for mha and katsuki of all people what is wrong with me

BNHA BOYS as book tropes - PART 2:

Pairing (s): bnha boys x gn! reader

↳ Includes: Sero, Shinsou, Shigaraki, Dabi & Hawks

Part 1 includes: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima & Kaminari HERE

HANTA SERO

↳ FLIRTY FRIENDSHIP

the first day the two of you met, you bonded instantly

flirty banter has always been apart of your friendship - it's what makes sero and y/n, sero and y/n!

you two were hanging out after class, sitting on the roof of the school building to watch the sunset

your legs are stretched out as sero lays back against the bricks, taking a drag from his cigarette

"you're staring"

you scoff, "yeah right," but you were - just for a second at least

his head tilts up to face you with a lazy smirk, "nah i could feel it. you checking me out, l/n?"

"in your dreams, tape boy."

he taps his cigarette against the ledge, letting the ashes fall

"that wasn't a no"

he leans in slightly, "it's okay, you can admit it. i know i'm irresistible"

you exhale slowly, letting the wind fill in the silence before you turn your head to look him in the eyes

"you love hearing yourself talk, don't you?"

sero laughs and shuffles a little closer to you, "only because i know when i talk, you think about me"

the two of you had undeniable chemistry and even more undeniable banter, but you'd never really thought anything would come from it

"well... i'm thinking about pushing you off this building."

he chuckles and moves his cigarette higher to show you it, "can the pushing wait until after i've finished?"

HITOSHI SHINSOU

↳ FORCED PROXIMITY

you and shinsou were on a stakeout mission inside a cramped shed near a suspicious building

it was late and the silence stretched on longer than usual as you struggled to stay awake

however, he was fine, calm and focused all in one - not a single sign of fatigue

"how much longer do we have to stay here?"

"as long as it takes"

the night air was chilly and suddenly you were regretting not bringing an extra layer

"cold?"

you shrug, "what gave it away?"

he chuckles and throws you a thin jacket, "here. it's not much but it's better than nothing."

muttering a thanks, you put it on just in time to feel his skin graze past yours

"watch it"

"woahh, you say it like it's a problem y/n, but i don't see you moving away."

you look around and see that he is, in fact correct - there is plenty of room yet you're right beside him

"still... just don't get any funny ideas, shinsou."

he smirks, leaning in closer to you, "am i the only one with funny ideas here?"

a sudden noise outside cuts the moment short, causing you both to get back into hero mode

"looks like we have to save the funny ideas for later."

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

↳ OBSESSIVE (HERO X VILLAIN)

you were a pro-hero and he was the leader of the league of villains. opposites on paper but those lines blurred long ago

every time the two of you fight it feels more like a game - he enjoys you the chase

you stand in an alley, blood dripping from a fresh wound on your arm

"you're hurt."

shigaraki steps out of the shadows, red eyes watching you like prey

"stay back."

he doesn't listen, he never does.

"i could've killed you earlier," he tilts his head, "why do you think i didn't?"

you begin to activate your quirk, "because you'd miss me too much?"

he looks at you amused

"is that what you think? you talk big for someone bleeding out in an alley."

you swing at him but his gloved hand catches your wrist and pushes you against the wall

your quirk is powerful, yet you choose not to attack, why?

"you're always chasing me." he says mockingly, "but what if i just stopped running?"

"then i'd take you in myself."

he laughs in your face, "would you? or would you finally admit you like this chase just as much as i do?"

and just as fast as he came - he disappeared.

DABI

↳ "TOUCH THEM AND YOU DIE."

you and dabi aren't officially dating but everyone knows you're his

you were laying on the couch at the hideout, scrolling through your phone while Dabi leans against the bar, watching from afar

a new recruit, who you've been training lately walks over to you with a grin

he tries to strike up a conversation, touching your shoulder as he makes a joke

dabi's eyes flick between you and the new recruit in silence

he pushes off the bar and strolls over, placing his hand on his shoulder - mimicking what he did to you

a small flicker of blue flames burn into his skin

"i'd suggest you take your hand off them."

the guy winces in pain and stumbles back

"touch them again, and i'll make sure the only thing the heroes find are a pile of ashes."

dabi takes his hand off the new recruit, watching him stammer an apology and scurries off

"you're making me look really bad in front of the new recruits, you know?"

dabi stretches lazily, "didn't realise your ego was so fragile."

"you're deflecting" you say with narrowed eyes

his signature smirk finally reappears "and you're avoiding the fact that you like it when I get like this."

HAWKS

↳ FRIENDS W/ BENEFITS

you and Hawks are both pro heros working for the same company so you're often sent on missions together

after a long mission, he invites you to his apartment

"you've been looking at me weirdly all day"

you raise an eyebrow, "i think you're imagining things"

shuffling closer to you on the couch, he whispers in your ear "am i?"

the tension thickens and you're unsure of what to say, but you keep your eyes on him

"i think you want something"

straightening up, he keeps his confident persona, "and i think you know exactly what i mean."

you're speechless. how can someone be this bold?

"maybe i do. but what happens after?"

he reaches out to touch your thigh gently, "we'll figure it out later."

silence floods the room and you swear he could hear your heartbeat booming

in a quick movement he pulls you closer, waiting for some sort of response

caving in, you sigh and think for a moment

a nod, "just don't make it weird, yeah?"

"me? never." he smirks, "unless you wanted me too."

one moment of weakness led to something far more complicated than you had ever intended

and that's how it started.

thinking about how bakugou is 100% the type of guy to say “that’s my girl” in response to you doing anything ever

you’re at a bar hanging out with him and his friends, his arm draped over the back of your chair when you spot a claw machine in the far corner.

“kats!” you whisper excitedly, pointing to the machine. he gives you a crooked smile, removing his arm and following you as you scoot your chair out, nearly tripping over your own feet to make your way over to the machine.

like a little kid, you press your fingertips onto the glass, smooshing your face up against it to peer inside at the various plushies. you feel a warm presence behind you, and bakugou sidles up to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“you wanna try?” his deep voice asks, no trace of judgement in his voice.

“mhm!” you hum, bouncing.

he moves back, and you turn to face him, a grin on your face as he slips some money into your hand. as you move to familiarize yourself with the controls, he leans his hip on the side of the machine to watch, crimson eyes shining.

scanning the sea of plushies, you immediately spot a familiar one, giggling to yourself as you feed the money into the slot.

the machine whirs to life and you move the claw, biting your lip as you push the button. you watch, heart pitter-pattering as the claw lowers, getting closer and closer to scooping up the plushie you have your eye on. it grips the arm of the toy, but before it can pull it up, the claw swings to the side and the toy falls back into place.

“damn.” he says from the side, your eyes flitting to his face, surprised to see a frown and a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

you grunt in response, yet you feed another dollar in. this time, you angle it perfectly, holding your breath as the claw grabs the body of the plushie, pulling it up and dropping it down the chute.

“yes!” you cheer, jumping up a down a few times before looking towards katsuki, who lets out a chuckle before he opens his arms. you jump into them, hooking your hands behind his neck, and he swings you around a few times before putting your feet back down on the ground.

“that’s my girl.” he says lowly, a soft smile spreading across his face as he leans down to press a kiss to your hairline. “what did you get?”

you giggle, stepping away from him to kneel on the ground, pushing the door to the chute open and gently tugging the toy out. you turn and look up at him, a mischievous smile on your face before presenting it to him.

he rolls his eyes (fondly), and huffs.

“it’s you!” you exclaim, holding the dynamight plushie out for him to see. it’s surprisingly detailed, including all of the bits and bobs of his hero costume, and it even has the scar that rests under his eye.

he sighs, carding a hand through his hair, and you narrow your eyes at him, almost daring him to tell you that you can’t keep it. instead, he hikes up his eyebrows, before saying, “that cannot go in our bed, got it? i don’t wanna roll over and see that thing—me? whatever, staring with its beady eyes.”

“Aye aye captain.” You say, before he snorts, then hauls you up and places a hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you to walk back to the table where his friends are, the mini katsuki bakugou still cradled in your arms.

⋆˙⟡ — FOUR TIMES MUALANI SUSPECTED SOMETHING WAS GOING ON (AND ONE TIME SHE WAS RIGHT)

pairing: kinich x reader

cw: no pronouns mentioned. ajaw is in a vacation. slight but not slight pda. mualani overreacting but she is a sweet. best friends trio. pyro vision reader mentioned. not beta-read.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

Mualani knew Kinich and you were friends—close best friends, just like you two were with her—but lately, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. 

It started with little things, almost too subtle to be noticeable but somehow it didn’t escape from her perception. Things like how Kinich, ever the quiet guy, had begun lingering a little too long when he talked to you, or how you’d run all your way to the Scions of the Canopy's village just to welcome him back after a mission. 

At first, she didn’t pay too much attention thinking you guys were just being more affectionative and caring to each other. However, as time passed by, it has been shown to be more than a mutual friendly appreciation and certainly beyond a mere coincidence. 

I.

The first time Mualani noticed something different was in an early morning by the coast, watching the waves curl and crash. She often started her day stretching at the shore and riding the first waves of dawn. But this time, as she rounded a cliff, she spotted Kinich and you sitting on a rock overlooking the sea. The two of you were close enough that your arms brushed every time the wind picked up.

Kinich’s usual stern expression was softer than usual. Mualani squinted at you suspiciously. Were you... holding hands?

She jogged closer, but just as she got near enough to say something, Kinich quickly stood up, putting a considerable distance between you and himself. “You're up early,” he said, his voice in its usual calm.

You smiled warmly. “Hey girl! How are the waves? We were just discussing about it.”

Mualani tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “You were? Really?”

You let out a light and confusing laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course.”

She didn’t quite buy it, but you didn’t give her any reason to push further. “Well, the waves are good today! You guys joining?”

Kinich only gave her a polite headshaking, while you nodded smiling. Maybe she was imagining things.

II.

Except she wasn’t. 

A few days later, you were hanging out by Tequemecan Valley' canyons with Kinich standing quietly while you and Mualani chatted. However, every time she glanced toward him, Kinich seemed to be watching you a little too intently. It wasn’t the usual hunter’s focus; it was softer, caring, almost like... adoring.

The girl squinted, pretending to be interested in some flowers nearby while keeping an eye on you two. You didn’t seem to notice anything, or if did, you didn’t mind. You just kept talking, your laughter filling the air.

When Mualani caught Kinich staring again, she couldn’t help but ask, “Kinich, you okay? You’ve been zoning out all day.”

He blinked, his neutral mask slipping back into place. “I’m fine.”

“He’s just tired from all the training,” you teased, winking at him.

Mualani raised an eyebrow, astonished by the scene before her eyes. Something was definitely going on.

III.

The third time came on a day when Mualani was guiding a group of Sumeru’s travelers near the springs when she spotted you and Kinich again, standing by the water. As she approached, she saw Kinich leaning down to whisper something to you, his lips close to your ear. You giggled softly in response.

Wait a minute... Kinich never whispers to anyone. Much less in such an intimate way and even less to make someone laugh. Mualani's instincts flared up immediately. What was he saying? And why did you look so happy about it?

She cleared her throat loudly as she walked up. “Hey. What are you two whispering about?”

Kinich straightened up quickly, crossing his arms. “Nothing important.”

You smiled at her, but there was a glimmer in your eyes that made the girl even more suspicious. “Just a silly joke,” you said lightly.

A joke, huh? Mualani filed it away in her mind. This time she was very determined to figure out what was going on between you two.

IV.

It was late afternoon, and Mualani had just finished surfing when she saw you two by the waterside. Kinich and you stood close, so close as it has strangely been, and for a brief moment, she could have sworn Kinich was about to lean in and kiss you.

She froze, watching from a distance as you smiled up at him, your palm softly pushing his chest away. Were you two really about to kiss? It couldn’t be just her angle view. Could it be?

But just as quickly as it happened, Kinich stepped back, his usual stoic demeanor falling back into place. You turned and waved at her, your smile as bright as ever.

“Lani. Hey! How was the surf?” you called out.

Mualani, still in shock, shook her head. “Uh... good. Really good.”

She stared at you both for a moment longer, convinced she’d almost witnessed something, but there was no proof. Again.

V.

In the several days that followed, Mualani continued to witness that strangeness that kept repeating itself every time you thought she wasn’t around, creating a certain tension between her and you and Kinich—although she doubted that you had noticed any difference, treating her as you always did from the beginning.

Even if it relieved her to know that nothing had changed in your friendship, the surfer couldn't help but feel upset too. Was it that bad if she found out? Didn't you trust her the same way she trusted you? She wanted to be able to release all of her thoughts and ask you if maybe there was something in your bond that was bothering you. But she didn't. And so, things remained the same.

That was a quiet evening, and the moon hung low over the mountains. Mualani had been taking a stroll, enjoying the peaceful night, when she stumbled upon you.

This time, though, there was no mistaking it—Kinich and you stood together under some trees, locked in a slow, deep kiss.

The girl’s cheeks burned as red as the pyro vision you hold so dear closely, eyes widely opening and heart skipping a beat. She gasped, louder than she intended, and both of you quickly turned toward her. You blinked twice before smiling stiffly, even daring to look a bit embarrassed, while Kinich gave her a calm look, his hands still resting on your waist.

“You two!” She exclaimed shaking her head, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me earlier! I mean, I knew something was up, but really?”

You bit your lip while Kinich just blinked at her, slightly starting to look more guilty as well.

“We didn’t mean to keep it from you for long,” you said as you stepped out of Kinich’s arms and reached for her hand. “We were just... taking our time.”

Mualani arched an eyebrow. “Taking your time? You two were being so weird and annoying with all those suspicious interactions for weeks now! I’m supposed to be your best friend!”

Kinich rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. “We wanted to keep it quiet,” he said, his voice low. “At first, anyway.”

Mualani softened, her fake scold melting away into genuine affection. “Still, I would’ve loved to know sooner,” she said, her tone gentler now. “You know me better than anyone else. You know I would never judge you,” she sighed as she watches the sorrow on your face. “Nevertheless, I’m really happy for you both. Really am.”

You beamed and even Kinich’s usual stoic expression seemed to relax slightly.

Mualani continued, her voice full of warmth. “I’ve always known you two had something special. And now that I know for sure, you better believe I’m fully on board with this!” She shot Kinich a playful look. “Just make sure you treat (Y/N) right, okay?”

Kinich nodded, his eyes softening as he glanced at you. “I will.”

You squeezed Mualani’s hand, your eyes sparkling with gratitude and pure happiness. “Thank you, Lani. Your support means a lot to us.”

Mualani grinned, pulling you both into a tight hug. “Just don’t keep secrets from me again, alright? I’m always here for you two.”

You all laughed but shared a quick but sweet bond moment, the atmosphere light and easy. And somehow, Mualani couldn’t help but feel like everything had fallen into place just the way it was meant to.

“But just for your information. If the day comes of you get engaged and don’t tell me immediately, I’ll crash the proposal myself, make a huge scene, and tell everyone how long I’ve had to put up with your not so secret glances and not so subtle hand-holding. Trust me, it won’t be pretty!”

Did you find it? The family you’ve been searching for?

Y’all im such a sucker for found family okay 🥹🥹🥹

#LMAOO #DDLC

been a while since i’ve posted one of these

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”