“What Do You Want For Your Birthday.”

after years of being in fandoms, has anyone gone from being super strict about ships (physically shuddering when a character is shipped with someone other than who you ship them with) to becoming a very chill multishipper? like, you think everyone should just date each other now and are just cool with everything? is it just me?

B-B-BOYFRIEND!

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

scenario: he wants that cookie so effing bad but reader is oblivious to it all.

clueless.

you were damn clueless about what you were so sure you wanted.

look. bakugou didn’t mean to overhear unlike other times (ehem the sports festival) but you weren’t really being quite about it. often complaining to the other girls about how you’re looking for a boyfriend, how you want someone to be there for you yet no one seems interested.

mina in particular would glance over where he sat, laughing at your obliviousness. pointing out your blindness to the fact that someone IS interested but you waved it off like a fool as if he doesn’t cook your favorite food each time when he’s assigned dinner duty, as if he doesn’t walk by the road so you’re on the safer side, as if he doesn’t let you ramble whatever it is you wanted to talk about listening genuinely and how if it were anyone else he’d walk away without a second thought. yet you can’t see all the lengths he’s going through just to show you how capable he is to fulfill that role.

it’s getting to the point where he thinks you don’t like him specifically because how can you not get it? are you avoiding him by pretending not to know on purpose to lightly let him down?

fuck, he even talked about his situation with his self proclaimed friends and they all told him to just fess up to you but damn it do you make him feel like a fool himself.

“dude why don’t you ask her yourself?” sero genuinely asked, wondering why his strong headed friend who doesn’t hesitate in the face of danger become so suddenly hesitant when it came to you.

“yeah! be a manly man and just do it.” the red headed boy spoke all fired up, patting the unshaken boy on the back whose face never seemed to cease from its frown.

“what? don’t tell me you’re scared kacchan?” kaminari teased and for what’s probably the hundredth time he got blown up by bakugou’s quirk, again, he really never learns his lesson.

so when the end of the year party eventually comes up you find yourself cornered by the explosive boy. dragged firmly away from the crowd of your peers, looking at you with angered brows and an upset pout. you supposed he tried to look indifferent and unaffected but he looked like anything but.

“what’s up bakugou?” you asked smiling up at his sharp expression.

“you’re blind as fuck.”

“what the— not even a hello???” you asked incredulously at his unprompted comment.

“shit. okay wait, let me think. you are unaware of things you should be aware of.”

…blink…..blink...blink

“is this about the homework I totally failed? I told you not to bring it up bakubro—“

“no and don’t call me that!” he shouted, popping a red vein.

“why??!”

“because I don’t want to be your ‘bro’”

“what. you don’t want to be friends anymore?” you wobbly asked, eyes watering like that one emoji you always fucking send him. for instance,

messages

you: can you help me prepare for the test plz

katkat: where

you: wait actually I just remembered you and kiri were gonna study together

katkat: we’re not

you: I heard you two plan it after class?

katkat: he planned it

you: can you ask kiri if I could join then 🥹

katkat: no because I’m coming to your room, get your shit ready.

you: so no kirishima? (➤)

you: so (➤)

you: kk pal!

katkat: don’t call me that.

messages

katkat: mina saw you.

katkat: said you looked upset or something.

you: no I’m fine!!!

you: totally not crying over being stood up or whatever. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

katkat: that business class hataro shitsuko was a loser anyway.

you: it’s shizuku lol

katkat: just come over.

you: wait how did you know who (➤)

you: wait (➤)

you: wa (➤)

you: okay bae

messages

katkat <3: I’m not getting you that mochi

you: please I want you

katkat <3: what?

you: to get it for me PLEASSSEEEE 🥹 🥹

katkat <3: …

katkat <3: fine.

you: yayyyyyyyy

you: I want a specific flavor though.

katkat <3: I know what it is dumbass, I’ll see you later.

you: can you look for (➤)

you: THANK YOU!!

and many more but none of that ever clicked in your mind and so here you two were.

“no I want to be more than that.” he spoke seriously, red eyes set firmly on yours.

“don’t tell me….” you looked to the side shedding a tear as you leaned behind the wall further.

finally you understood.

“you want to be best fri—“

“FUCK NO! WE’RE NOT DOING THAT SHIT SO I’M JUST GONNA SAY IT.” he exasperatedly yelled, grabbing both your shoulders. breathing in once and out he spoke loud and clear, the feelings he held close and dear.

“I WANT YOU, YOU DAMN IDIOT! LET ME BE YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!”

“what?” you stared at him all startled and wide eyed as your mouth pulled downwards and eyes squinted to tears as you began to cry.

“what the— why are you crying!? do you hate me that bad?” bakugou asked hiding his hurt by wiping your tears away with his thumb as he gently held your face.

“no I want you too!!!! I just never thought you felt that way about me.” you whined planting your face in his chest.

“yeah no shit.”

“what?” you asked, slightly pulling away.

“nothing.” he answered shoving your face back in his body with one hand, relived that you actually felt the same way all this time.

inspo: “don't be scared to come put your trust in me can't you see all I really want to be is your boyfriend.” — Big Time Rush

©windyremedy

CRAVINGGG to come home after a long day at work and dearest, loving husband! katsuki takes care of his wife.

you step through the door, exhausted from the draining day, but before you can even set your bag down, you feel katsuki’s arms wrap around you. he pulls you into him, his embrace firm and comforting.

you let out a tired sigh, your body feeling like it’s made of jello. “katsuki, go away. i’m gross.”

he doesn’t let go. instead, he tightens his grip, pulling you even closer.

“no,” he rubs his cheek against your hair, breathing you in. "i've missed you all day."

you huff, leaning into him a little, but still feeling self-conscious. “i feel disgusting, katsuki. you shouldn’t be hugging me right now. i probably smell like i’ve been working out in the sun.”

“i don’t give a fuck,” he just grumbles and pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair. “just let me hold my damn wife.”

you can’t help but smile at the way he says it, the way he makes you feel like the most important person in the world, even after a day like this. "okay, but at least let me take off my shoes. my feet are killing me."

katsuki doesn’t say anything at first, but you feel him shift before he’s crouching in front of you. the action is so unexpected that you freeze for a moment, watching him carefully unbuckle your heel with a tenderness you didn’t expect.

you flush, a little caught off guard by the intimacy of the moment. "katsuki—what are you doing?"

he glances up, his eyes intense but soft, a small smirk playing on his lips. "just making sure you relax, baby. you deserve it. don’t want you to lift a finger. gotta take care of you.”

he gently pulls off your heel and kisses the side of your leg. his lips brush against your thigh before he carefully lifts the other foot, repeating the process.

your heart races, flustered by the attention, but you let out a shaky breath, trying not to let it show. “you’re too much…”

katsuki doesn’t answer right away, his gaze lingering on your legs, eyes dark with admiration.

“baby, i don’t think you get it,” he says, slowly moving his hands up your calves, his touch reverent, almost as if he’s memorizing every curve and dip. “these legs? fuckin’ perfect. you’ve got no idea how much i love ‘em.”

you shiver slightly as his fingers trace the shape of your thigh, moving upward with a deliberate slowness. he kneels a little closer, his breath warm against your skin, and he kisses the top of your knee, as though it’s a sacred offering.

“god, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, his hands sliding higher, caressing the soft skin of your thighs. “never seen anyone look this good, and i get to have you all to myself.”

you swallow, your heart pounding in your chest. he’s being so intense, his worship of you so consuming, and it makes you feel like you're the only thing in the world that matters to him in this moment. “katsuki... you’re making me feel embarassed.”

he pauses, looking up at you with an almost teasing glint in his eyes. “embarassed? why? i’m just admiring my beautiful wife here.”

he places another soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin.

you run your fingers through his messy hair, the soft strands slipping between your fingers as you sigh, feeling the exhaustion wash over you like a heavy wave. despite the warmth of his touch, you’re starting to feel the weight of the day catch up to you.

“katsuki, can i... can i shower?” you ask, your voice quiet, blissed out but still a little shy from the overwhelming attention.

he doesn't answer immediately, his lips lingering against your skin as he presses one last soft kiss to your thigh, his hands gently sliding down your legs before he looks up at you. his eyes are full of affection, a hint of playfulness still there, but he nods slowly, his grip never leaving you.

"is it okay if i join you?” he asks, the question laced with care, giving you the choice.

you meet his gaze, feeling your heart flutter at the genuine softness in his eyes. a small, tired but blissed-out smile tugs at your lips as you nod. “yes... please."

he smiles, his grip never leaving you as he stands, guiding you gently toward the bathroom. "let’s get you cleaned up, gorgeous."

once the shower is running, the warm water filling the room with steam, you step inside, letting out a content sigh as the heat envelops you.

katsuki follows close behind, and soon, the two of you are standing beneath the water, his hands moving tenderly as he helps wash away the fatigue from your body.

you lean back against him, relaxing into his touch as his fingers work through your hair, massaging your scalp with slow, deliberate strokes along with your shampoo.

his hands are gentle, but the strength in them is still there. every so often, his thumb brushes against your temple, a silent reassurance that he's there.

"you're so good to me," you murmur, feeling the stress of the day melt away.

katsuki doesn’t answer at first, focusing on rinsing the shampoo from your hair before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest with a contented sigh. “i’d do anything for you, sweets. anything.”

“anything, huh?” you tease, turning your head just enough to catch a glimpse of his face. “even… let me cook breakfast?”

“hell no. that’s my job," he grumbles, as if the idea is absolutely absurd.

you laugh, the sound light and airy, and he can’t help but chuckle with you, his lips brushing against your shoulder.

"what, you think i'm not capable of cooking you a decent meal?" you tease, leaning slightly to the side to catch his eye. "i can make you something amazing."

he snorts, shaking his head. "sweets, the only thing you’re amazing at is looking good in my arms."

you roll your eyes at his smug grin. “oh, i’m amazing at more than just looking good, y'know. i can, like, totally cook a meal that you'll rate 5 stars.”

he nips your shoulder lightly, the playful spark still dancing in his eyes. "if you wanna try, i guess i could let you make a little something for me. as long as you don’t burn down the kitchen, that is."

you arch an eyebrow, your lips curling into a mischievous grin. “oh, i won’t burn it down... unless you’re not around to supervise me, of course.”

“even if it’s god-awful, i’ll still eat it. but if i die from food poisoning, i swear to hell, i’m haunting your ass for the rest of my afterlife.”

“oh yeah? and what exactly does a katsuki bakugo ghost do? yell at me from beyond the grave?”

“damn right,” he smirks. “you’d never get a moment of peace. i’d be right there, messing with you every second. flicking the lights, moving your stuff, whispering in your ear when you’re trying to sleep.”

he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “and you’d still feel me, too. my hands on you, my lips on you… haunting you in all the best ways.”

you roll your eyes, still grinning. “that doesn’t sound like haunting—that just sounds like you being obnoxiously all over me forever.”

katsuki snorts. “exactly. but don’t worry, baby—i’ll make sure you don’t kill me yet. you’re stuck with me for a long, long time.”

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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ clearing out my drafts AHHHH hope you guys enjoy another endearing, husband katsuki💜💜

Bunny Izuku deserves a little kiss. As a treat.

yes, he's such a sweetie

Imagining holding bunny!izu in bed, it's lazy slow day where you have nothing to do and can just lie down with your baby. Izukus head is being squished by your arms as you lazy twirl your fingers in his fluffy head, letting your finger get caught in one of his many frizzy curls.

Occasionally when you laugh you scratch his head with a smile on your face from whatever was on TV, his foot patting and kicking against the bed when you scratch that one spot behind his ear just right. Both of his ears go down at the blissful feeling. A small huff leaving him as his nose twitches.

Sometimes you watch him closely and see the way he looks at TV, he's a curious little thing and sometimes you wonder what all can he really understand. It's not like he does much learning. He reads, and he can talk. That's pretty interesting for a hybrid from the woods. You take a long look at him and see the way he blinks oddly. One eye closing before the other one does too

It completely caught you off guard. Does he always blink like this? Was it just him being extremely relaxed??? Is this a normal thing?? Your mind just asked so many questions causing you to giggle. The sweet noise making his ear twitch towards you as he slowly strains to turn his head from your tight hold to look at you.

He looks at you and blinks normally, batting his lashes at you as if he were asking you something. you seen his nose twitch and his eyes search your face, those stupid big beautiful eyes. He was such a handsome little... big thing.

Suddenly you got a rush of cuteness aggression. No words were said as you hold him tighter and messily kiss all over him. He whined and tried to move from your grasp at first due to being startled before he immediately relaxed as you kissed his nose. It was wild to think he got stunned or in some sort of trance when you kissed or even booped his nose. Cute little factor about izuku you suppose.

You plant one last kiss in between his eyes, you see the way they slightly crossed to look at the spot you planted a kiss. His ears immediately flopping down to both side of his head, his small fluffy tail wagging and he just scooted closer to you.

He's a little lovesick idiot.

nerd bakugou p!links (NSFW do not open in public!!)

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him wearing his glasses while eating u outt!

he loves ur thighs !! > <

^ loves ur ass too!!!

making out with you >> studying (lowk bimbo coded)

u just cant sit still, can you?

giving ur man a handy :3

they were "staring right at him"!

the need to drown in your tits

KENTO NANAMI AS A GIRL DAD ?! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪

𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚

GIRLDAD!Nanami is not a man who cries easily, but the moment the doctor places his newborn daughter in his arms? Oh. GIRLDAD!Nanami completely freezes. Just staring down at her tiny face, his breath catching in his throat when she wraps her tiny hand around his pinky GIRLDAD!Nanami who had spent months preparing for this moment, but now that she’s actually here? He is wrecked. GIRLDAD!Nanami who refuses to let ANYONE hold her unless they pass a whole background check.

Cooing? Baby talk? Making silly faces? If you told him that before he became a dad, he’d scoff. But now? This man will do anything to hear his sweet girl giggle. GIRLDAD!Nanami who'll gently rock his baby girl to sleep. She will NOT cry in his arms, like she completely trusts him. GIRLDAD!Nanami is the one who gets up at 3 AM to change diapers and feed her. He doesn’t even wake you up. He just silently takes care of it. GIRLDAD!Nanami who sings his sweet little girl in Danish. Sometimes hums soft lullabies while rubbing circles on her back.

GIRLDAD!Nanami carries her EVERYWHERE. Grocery store? Baby strapped to his chest. Walk in the park? Her tiny hands holding onto his shirt. GIRLDAD!Nanami who nearly cries the first time his sweet girl calls him "Dada". Tea parties? Tiny plastic tiaras? He participates with a straight face.

GIRLDAD!Nanami who refuses to say no to his baby girl. "Babe, she can’t have another cookie." "It’s just one more."

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ignore these hehe :D

y'know how kittens scream bloody murder and alter their voices when they're left alone but immediately pull a 180 when they get attention ? katsuki. it's him it's him and he's so irritating about it.

the moment he feels you've been gone for too long, he starts belting, singing–screeching your name until you show up. he just doesn't seem to notice how hard it makes you shit your pants when he pulls that kind of stunt.

you're sure he can hear the way you stomp like a herd of elephants all the way from the living room, you're ready for a fire, a burglar –anything.

you find your boyfriend calmly munching on some chips scrolling on his phone.

you're convinced you've lost your mind when he blinks back at you calmly, like he expected you to explain yourself.

"katsuki."

"mm ?" his cheeks puff out a little as he chews another handful of chips.

you feel your fingers twitch "what the hell was that ?! why'd you scream ?"

he has the nerve to furrow his brows "didn't scream. you weren't responding when i was callin' you normally, i just spoke louder."

"you didn't speak–you yelled my name out like you were getting bludgeoned." you wheeze out.

katsuki huffs, putting his phone down next to him on the couch. a slight pout forms onto his face "..well why were you gone so long ?"

"i was peeing." you deadpan, eyes wide. "i was in the bathroom, i told you that."

silence. and more silence, then katsuki discards his bowl of chips and reaches for your arm "well ya took too long. c'mere." before pulling you towards him and squeezing his head into your shoulder.

it's even worse when you don't tell him you're leaving. it could be the middle of the night with him having to wake up early the next day. you could've just gone to get a glass of water and moments later he's screeching like a banshee. you're used to it by now and after chugging down your drink with a "coming !" he's already practically wide awake (ignore his eyes drooping and the very loud yawn he let out and quickly tried to shut his mouth when you walked in) arms crossed and sitting up in bed. he'll give you a quick once over and huff, that pout again, and he speaks.

"where'd you go ? don't jus' leave like that. ." you hum, going along with his every complaint of how you 'took too long'. he shoves your head into his chest like you're a plushie and noses at your shoulder. you feel him mutter against your skin before falling asleep again."had me worried 'bout you an' shit. ."

♡ ⸝⸝ RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

featuring. criminal!sukuna | smut mdni

criminal!sukuna who is definitely way too protective over you, always keeping his eyes on you even if you’re a couple steps away and glaring at anyone who comes what he thinks is too close.

criminal!sukuna who has serious jealousy problems that could probably be labelled as a red flag, but he chalks it up to his ‘possessive nature.’

criminal!sukuna who definitely doesn’t look it, but is such a loverboy when it comes to you, never thinking of another women ever when he’s with you and especially when he’s not.

criminal!sukuna who isn’t always the best at expressing himself in the softest or sweetest way, but always tries for you despite the redness on his cheeks and the furrow of his brows that follow.

criminal!sukuna who refuses to get you involved with the shit he does, always keeping you away from it despite your constant questions and worries.

criminal!sukuna who’s love language is physical touch, always having one of his calloused, tattooed hands somewhere on your body, calling you delusional whenever you point it out.

criminal!sukuna who is still not liked by your parents despite being in your life for years and always trying his absolute hardest to be nice to them to counter their side comments and bad opinions on him.

criminal!sukuna who doesn’t even care about it anymore, knowing they’ll never sway your opinion on him, smirking to himself whenever you set it straight for them.

criminal!sukuna who doesn’t have much of a social media presence, his account having no profile picture and usually zero posts, but whenever he does post, it’s of you.

criminal!sukuna who is so versatile in bed, giving you the soft, gentle sex you want as well as the rough, dirty sex you crave.

criminal!sukuna who genuinely has so many kinks and is always wanting to try out new things with you.

criminal!sukuna who absolutely loves when you sit on his face, his hands gripping on the plush of your thighs as he buries his face deep into your pussy, his nose brushing past your clit as his tongue spells his name against your needy hole.

criminal!sukuna who’s sex drive is definitely way too high.

criminal!sukuna who just can’t help but get turned on by his pretty girlfriend no matter where you are or what it is you’re wearing - he always finds you so beautiful.

criminal!sukuna who got your name tattooed on his bicep a week after you got back together, debating whether or not to get your initial tattooed on his dick before your insistence that he doesn’t.

criminal!sukuna who is such a passionate lover, always giving you everything he’s got to give even if it’s not much and promising you that one day, he will give you the world.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

Katsuki just left, and your phone is already ringing with his contact.

You know what this is about. You smile and click the phone to answer, pinning the device between your shoulder and your ear. “Yes, baby?”

“You think you’re so fucking cute, don’t you?”

You giggle briefly before clearing your throat to gain some composure, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play that shit card with me,” he snarls, but his voice holds no venom. Truly a bark with no bite. You continue to spread the jelly on your toast, waiting for him to finish his rant. “I don’t even have to open it to see the chaos you’ve caused. Is this why you wanted to take the car yesterday? Alone? Fucking brat.”

You stifle a giggle and you hear him try to fight his own laughter. “And fucking Hello Kitty? Really?”

Covering his dashboard in stickers wasn’t something you’d planned on doing, but when TikTok inspiration strikes, who would you be to not answer the call?

You’d covered everything: the dash board, the side panels, the steering wheel, the stick shift, center console, everywhere within his driver and passenger seat is covered in stickers of assorted Sanrio characters.

You pout, “it’s not just hello kitty, there’s some Kuromi’s in there for you.”

“How. Generous.” You laugh at his expense, and he lets you, but he doesn’t fool you for a second- he’s hiding his laugh. “So, you gonna come take these shits off?”

“No.”

“HAA?!”

“No!” You repeat. “Because what if you pick up your side pieces in your big expensive car and kiss them? Hmm? They won’t kiss you if they know you have a pretty, perfect, amazing pookie wookie bear at home.”

“My pookie wookie bear is going to get suffocated with a pillow,” he growls. “Now come take care of this!”

“No,” you sing. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Swear to god-“

“Bye babyyyy!”

“Don’t you fucking-“

You’re quick to hang up the phone, giggling and going back to your toast with a satisfied smile spread on your cheeks, and you-

Immediately, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs of your home. Panic grips your heart as your eyes flick to the doorway of the kitchen.

The front door opens. He’s running.

“You’re so fucking dead.”

You scream.

The payback for sticker-ing his car might’ve been intense, full of tickling fingers and bites and threats turning into promises of payback.

But it was worth the new memory with your man.

aw i love when these freaks share a brain cell