I'm So Sorry But Ever Since That Teen Hawks Page Was Translated On Twitter I Can't Stop Thinking About

You don't think you've ever seen Bakugou look so scared. He stands in front of you, eyes wide chest heaving because what the fuck did you just say?

And there you are standing with a soft smile and hands gripping his. Acting as if you hadn't just said 'I love you' in the sweetest voice.

"I-"

You laugh at that eyes shooting to the ground before looking back up.

"It's alright Katsuki. I didn't say it for you to say something back."

"Then why the fuck would you say that?"

"Because I wanted you to know?"

His mouth ran dry. He wanted to say it. Why couldn't he say it? What was so scary about three fucking words.

He swallowed harshly, scarred hand gripping the back of your neck to push your foreheads together. He stayed like that for a moment before pulling back and softly kissing the spot between your eyes.

It was silent. Not a word spoken after but you knew exactly what it meant.

'I love you too.'

Bae. I love how you write bakugo and I MISS how you write him. If you feel like it, a smau for anything bakugo. Anything

If u want more creative guidance??? Maybe keep with the workout partner theme? Or maybe more canonical and they’re pro hero coworkers? Or anything else ??? Idfk I’m not a writer or creative I’m just tryna give ideas

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k.bakugou smau

when you own an agency together

a/n: im ao higgh rn ohhhhhhmfg j love you ixeyi

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orrrrder up! ft. touya todoroki

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warnings&a/n: LOTS of kys jokes (teehee) you guys work in food service sorry, reader is in unhealthy relationship..., hiii this is my first smau and maybe the only one I'll ever do cus im very sporadic anyways enjoy yaaaay! link to part 2 here

Watercolor practice!

Bakugo is weak for neck kisses

Katsuki’s pacing back and forth, clearly agitated, ranting about how stupid some idiot at work was. His fists are clenched at his sides, stressfully running hand agitatedly through his blonde hair, and his words are practically on fire as he vents.

“I swear, this dumbass has no clue what the hell they're doing! How the hell are they even still a damn hero? You think they’d get it by now, but nope—totally useless, every damn time!” His voice is sharp, frustration radiating from him like heat.

You watch him for a moment, knowing that he won’t stop on his own. So, you step forward, gently cupping his neck with one hand as your lips brush softly against his skin, trailing a slow, teasing kiss along the side of his throat.

He freezes mid-rant, his body tense, but then he scoffs, clearly trying to hide how much it’s affecting him. “Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He turns his head away, trying to regain control, but your kisses are relentless, moving from soft pecks to gentle nibbles along his jawline and neck.

“Hey—HEY! You think you can just—mmh,” he grumbles, his voice weakening as your teeth graze the sensitive skin near his collarbone. His breathing picks up, and his words become a bit more scattered. “What the hell… I’m not—shit, stop—ugh, damn it…”

He shifts, tilting his head to the side, allowing you more access as you continue your gentle assault on his neck. His chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, and for a moment, you almost think he’s going to say something more, but he just closes his eyes and lets out a low sigh.

His usual sharp attitude softens, though he’s still trying to keep his composure. “Tch… What the hell was I saying?” He mutters, trying to focus, but all he can do is lean into your touch, his head tilting further, giving you more room. His hands are still clenched at his sides, but they’re not as tense now, more relaxed as he lets you distract him.

You smile against his soft skin, continuing to kiss and nibble, savoring the way his body reacts to every touch. Slowly, Katsuki’s frustration fades into something softer, as he lets you do what you want, the tension in his shoulders melting away.

Only watercolor doodle

Denki pushed him onto the pool

Something silly

when they have matching government mandated ankle bracelets AND a matching boyfriend parole officer

keigo's real laugh is nothing, if not music.

there's a front keigo uses when it comes to other people—a barrier he wasn't even aware existed. his faux laugh was easygoing. it was short, and it was charming. he used it whenever he was talking to the higher ups or his colleagues. hell, he used it when he spoke to anyone. he's never been able to share the intimacy of a real laugh with another person before.

secretly, he was envious of those strangers he'd hear every once in a while. whether it was on patrol, or if he was just strolling into a coffee shop—ordinary citizens, people, humans, we're always laughing around him.

it could be huffs of air, odd squeaks or giggles—people with heaving chests, people chuckling, people snorting, people wheezing—but keigo knew a real laugh when he heard one.

which was odd, because he hadn't heard his own real laugh until you.

you're tucked into keigo's side, half awake and half asleep as you stumble forward. your eyes are barely open—and you're so drunk that keigo can already imagine the headache his poor baby is going to have tommorrow morning

"c'mon songbird, up up up."

he takes off your clothes and makeup, changing you quickly into your nightgown as you talk. you babble on about anything and everything that comes to your mind as he works—keigo kneels in front of you, smiling softly as he slowly unravels your dress and takes off your silvery shiny heels—he pulls on your nightdress, and grabs your favorite fluffy socks before tugging them up and over your feet

"kei baby," you whisper, and he glances up at you as he finishes taking off the last bit of your jewelery. he places your earrings into the little gold box you have on his desk as his warm hands wrap around your waist. he hums quietly as you suddenly place your palms flat on his chest, shoving him

he falls onto the bed with a soft oof! before sending you a confused smile

"shh...let me think, kei."

keigo folds his legs, amusement shining bright in his eyes as he watches you. your hair falls from its updo in wisps, framing your face as you stand in deep thought near the edge of your shared bed—hand on your jaw as you tilt your head

your smirk forms slowly. it's small, sly, silly and so drunk as you suddenly kneel onto the bed. you crawl towards keigo and fasten your knees on both sides of his hips—straddling him as he blinks up in surprise, not expecting your warm mouth to begin trailing kisses up his neck

sexy, is all keigo can think as a soft sigh escapes his lips. he's just about to kiss you back—when suddenly, you speak up.

"are you my appendix? because i have this funny feeling riiiight here that makes me feel like i should take you out." you whisper seductively, gliding his palm towards your tummy and under your nightgown

keigo blinks once. twice. before he stutters with his response. he tries to form even just one word—but he can't. and suddenly, he's falling apart—he's laughing so hard that he can't fucking breathe.

you blink in response, tilting your head adorably in confusion. you thought that was a good pick up line! but keigo's face is flushed for an entirely different reason other than being flustered, and his lips are stretched into a toothy grin. you're concerned for the lack of oxygen in his lungs when he's suddenly wheezing, and god, his eyes are shining with tears.

"oh-oh baby, i fucking love you."

you're slapping his arm, whining on about how he ruined the moment. but your tone—your very serious face while uttering the absolute worst pick up line keigo has ever heard has him struggling to breathe in his fits of laughter

but you can't even try to be mad. because keigo's eyes are crinkling with a rare show of genuine joy, and his hands are pressing you to his chest, and this laugh is so authentic—it bubbles all the way from his belly, so silly and so full of emotion that you can't help but giggle along with him

"it was good, right? are you feeling—heh, turned on?"

keigo's smile is breath taking. no wonder he's on so many magazine covers every month. finally—he leans forward, pressing his warm mouth against yours in a soft kiss as he cradles your face with both of his palms

"yeah, baby. never felt more hot and bothered... you know, 'm gonna marry you one of these days." he murmurs against your lips as you squirm in his lap

"nuh uh. who said i'll say yes?"

he laughs again. it's softer this time, and he maneuvers you carefully back into bed. you look like an angry kitten when you glare at him, but he only grins in response as he tucks you in—tugging the soft comforter up and over your body before getting into bed himself. he pulls you on top of him, gliding his hand up the back of your thigh all the way up until he's at the base of your spine

"you make me very happy, ya'know that songbird?"

you hum in reply, eyes already drooping close as your hold on keigo tightens just the slightest bit. his wings naturally fold to wrap around you—cocooning you in his hold.

he can see you're too tired to respond, your eyes are already slipping close when he presses a kiss onto your forehead

he admires you quietly, thanking the cosmos for allowing him to have this one good thing in life. you're drooling all over his shirt, and keigo wouldn't ever wish to have someone else laying beside him at night.

dabi dreaming of hawks doing the kabe-don w him.... honestly, same hehe

+Hawks w Tsukuyomi cus i miss them :'3