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ᯓ★ catfish

catfish k. kozume

in which kenma finally meets his online best friend and crush , whom his friend , kuroo , is convinced is a catfish , only to realize they're so much better in person

kenma sat at a table in his favorite cafe, secretly excited to finally meet the person he had been chatting with for so long.

his friend, kuroo, had insisted to come along, the rooster haired boy badly disguised at a nearby table, trying to remain secretive, though his act just made him stand out more.

the blonde boy huffed out a sigh at his friend's obvious spying, slouching down in his seat, pulling his nintendo 3ds further over his face as he attempted to distract himself.

only a few moments later he heard a familiar voice clear their throat, looking up to see the person he had been texting and calling for months standing in front of him.

"hey," he shyly mumbles at the beaming smile in front of him, setting down his gaming console.

"it's nice to finally see you in person!" they replied eagerly, sitting down across from him.

"yeah," he quietly replied, shooting off a quick text to his friend.

told you they were real.

can you PLEASE do a husband!kirishima reacting to the reader and his son being disrespectful or and rude to the reader, maybe even pushing her lightly?

kirishima came home after a long day of being a pro hero—muscles aching, uniform a little scuffed, but a smile on his face. no matter how exhausting the day had been, coming home always made it worth it. the thought of seeing you and his son, kept him going through the hardest patrols.

he stepped inside, expecting the usual—maybe the scent of dinner still lingering in the air, the sound of the tv playing some cartoon in the background, his son running up to him yelling “daddy!”—but instead, his ears caught shouting.

“you’re the meanest mommy ever!” his son’s voice rang out, followed by the sound of tiny feet stomping and something soft hitting the floor—which he assumed was a toy thrown in frustration.

kirishima's brows furrowed as he stepped into the room, instantly taking in the scene—his five-year-old, red-faced and teary-eyed, standing in front of you with his little fists clenched. and you, still calm but clearly tired, standing your ground.

he spoke before anything else could happen. “hey! what do you think you're doing?”

his voice wasn’t loud, but it carried enough weight to stop his son in his tracks. the boy froze like a deer caught in headlights, slowly turning around.

“mommy said no ice cream,” he mumbled, blinking fast, “s’ being mean to me.”

kirishima crouched down, placing a hand gently on his son’s shoulder. “i know you're upset, but that doesn’t mean you can talk to her like that. she’s your mom. she loves you. and when she says no, it’s because she’s looking out for you.”

his son looked away, chewing on his bottom lip. the defiance hadn’t totally left his face, but his shoulders sagged a little. his eyes flicked to you, then to the ground. after a moment, he turned and stormed off down the hall, muttering under his breath.

kirishima stood up with a quiet sigh. “I’ll handle this.” he then gave you a look—half apology, half reassurance—before following after him. 

the house was quiet for a few minutes. you sat on the couch patiently waiting. then, soft footsteps padded back toward the living room.

kirishima returned, walking slowly with your son at his side. the boy was sniffling a bit, but his expression had softened. he clung to kirishima’s hand like a lifeline.

“m’ sorry, mommy...” he whispered, eyes darting up to meet yours.

your heart melted. you knelt down and opened your arms. “it’s okay, baby. i forgive you.”

he rushed into your hug, wrapping his little arms around your neck tightly. you kissed the top of his head and glanced up at kirishima, eyes meeting his in quiet thanks. he gave you a small smile in return—one of those warm, sweet ones that said i’ve got your back.

later that night, the house was finally quiet. your son had fallen asleep curled up with one of his stuffed dinosaurs, breathing steady and peaceful.

you and kirishima lay in bed, limbs tangled under the blankets, the soft glow of the nightlight from the hallway seeping through the cracked door.

“thank you, by the way,” you said, voice low. “he gets cranky sometimes, and it can be… a lot.”

kirishima reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, then leaned in to kiss you. “of course. we’re supposed to be a team, right?”

you smiled, leaning into him. “right.”

and for the first time that day, you felt the tension and stress ease out of your body. feeling glad you weren’t alone in this whole parenting thing.

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Rockstar boyfriend HC

shinsou hitoshi

only ever wants to invite you to his shows because he's scared of messing up in front of you during band practice.

loves sharing music recs with you and making you playlists based off of your silly moods.

TAPPING ON YOUR BODY!! when you're riding passenger in the car, his hand is going to be glued to your thigh tapping away to whatever song is playing (of course you have aux).

however, whenever you try to tap to the rhythm back on him, he always corrects you because you have "no sense of rhythm."

has a custom guitar pick with your initial on it that he wears on a necklace.

LOVES when you sit in his lap when he's just casually playing guitar at home. he swears it suddenly channels the spirit of jimi hendrix in his fingers and makes him play better.

so sexy at shows. the infinite energy, sweat, messy hair, flashing his happy trail, always winking at you when your eyes meet during the set.

favorite bit to do is pretending that you're a random person he's picking up after the show.

"so...what might your name be, pretty thing? did you see me up there? can i buy you a drink?"

makes the cat try to shred on the guitar every now and then.

ritual of you picking out his outfits and doing his makeup for shows.

"i'm sorry babe, but i can't wear the 'i <3 my girlfriend' shirt for the 3rd night in a row."

SULKS after you catch the drum stick thrown in the crowd, but not the guitar pick he deliberately tried to throw in your direction.

threatening to sell locs of his hair and used underwear online whenever he pissed you off.

bandages his fingers for him whenever he shreds a little too hard.

always showing you the songs he write about you first before releasing it or playing it in front of an audience.

bf!kiri thoughts..

authors note: not sure if this is a drabble or headcanons.. but!!! i love boyfriend kiri like ugh i have so many more hc..if u guys wanna hear more please tell me..also requests r open for kiri content <3 m.list

bf!kiri who hits the gym religiously, but when he skips a session? You can bet he's compensating by hoisting you over his shoulders, settling you right atop his neck. His large hands grip your thighs firmly, and if that’s not enough, he’ll have you sitting criss-cross applesauce, eagerly sharing all the latest gossip. As He grunts through the effort, still managing to respond with playful affirmations like “Oh yeah, babe” or “That guy’s a bum.” And don’t even get him started on your exes—he has plenty to say about them!

bf!kiri who twirls around the room with you to Sabrina Carpenter, belting out silly lyrics using your pink hello kitty hairbrush as a microphone, And when 2000s emo bands come on? .. safe to say the neighbors are calling in for a noise complaint!

bf!kiri who loves having you ride him in the car, one hand splayed across your back while the other grips the soft flesh of your thigh. If you tire, he’ll bounce you up and down, showering you with praise about how well you're doing—even though he’s doing most of the work.

bf!kiri who tenderly asks, “Want me to hide it?” whenever tears spill down your cheeks. He cups your face with one hand and gently covers your eyes with the other, shielding your tears because he knows how much you despise them.

bf!kiri who crumples to the floor in embarrassment, face aflame as he curls into a fetal position, hiding his face from you, whenever you called him by his first name for the first time.

bf!kiri who showers you in incessant praise until you're left breathless and soaked; his mouth alone sends you spiraling over the edge (in more ways then one), he’ll coo sweet nothings into your ear and sloppy kisses on your neck, while holding your trembling body as you come off the aftershocks of pleasure.

bf!kiri who wears his “I love my girlfriend” shirt religiously—seriously, it never leaves his body.

bf!kiri who concocts “potions” (as he calls it) from all your shower products, emerging with soapy flat hair and a towel draped loosely  around his frame as he eagerly asks you to rate his potions (don’t worry; he always stocks your shower full when he's done).

bf!kiri who is impossibly clingy—so glued to your side that when you're together in bed, he buries his head beneath your shirt. He’d crawl under your skin if he could. 

In the shower?,  don’t worry he’ll sit on the toilet, handing you any  products you need,  while recounting his day. For gods sake, this man will drench himself in your perfume while you're away because he misses you so much.

p.s i wrote this in like 15 mins and hate it.

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3rd years! 📸✌

ft. timeskip denki kaminari + hanta sero

how they kiss you pt. 2 [ here’s part 1 ]

Denki always melts when you kiss him.

He starts off eager, lips moving against yours in rushed, hungry little presses, like he’s afraid you might pull away too soon. His hands hover over your skin, hesitant, unsure if he should grab you, hold you, take what he so clearly wants. But the second you grab him—fingers curling into the back of his neck, tugging him closer, deepening the kiss—he whimpers.

It’s needy, high-pitched, and so utterly desperate that it sends a sharp thrill down your spine. His body shudders against yours, and when you nip at his bottom lip, tugging just enough to make him groan, his grip finally tightens. Hands clutching at your waist, at your back, at anything—like he needs to anchor himself, like he’s trying so hard not to just fall apart right then and there.

“You’re so easy to tease,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“F-Fuck, you—” He breaks off with a shaky breath when you slide your hands under his shirt, nails grazing over his ribs, his stomach tensing beneath your touch. His head tilts back, exposing his throat, and it’s just too easy—the way he submits so naturally, the way his breath stutters when you kiss down his jaw, his neck, teasing him, making him squirm.

“Shit—” His voice is nothing but a desperate little whine when you tug him back into another kiss, his body pressing flush against yours, trembling under your hands. He’s so easy to ruin, so easy to tease—and the best part?

He loves every second of it.

Sero kisses like he knows he’s driving you insane.

It starts slow, agonizing, his lips barely brushing against yours, teasing, taunting. His hands skim over your sides, ghosting over your skin, fingers never staying in one place for too long. You can feel the smirk tugging at his lips when you grow impatient, when you grab his shirt and pull him in, kissing him like you’re trying to devour him.

But the moment you do, his hands tighten—one gripping your waist, the other sliding into your hair, tugging just enough to make you tilt your head back as he takes control.

“Impatient, huh?” he murmurs against your lips, voice smooth, teasing, but his breath is just a little uneven now even as his hands tighten around your waist, holding you close.

But he’s just as affected as you. You can feel it in the way his fingers twitch against your skin, in the way his breath hitches when you grind just a little against him. And when you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, sucking just enough to make him groan—his grip finally falters.

That’s when he loses it.

You barely have time to respond before he grabs your thighs and lifts you up, pinning you against the nearest surface like you weigh nothing. His body presses flush against yours, hips slotting between your legs, and the sheer heat of him has your head spinning.

Then he kisses you properly.

It’s deep, consuming, his tongue sliding against yours, slow and deliberate, tasting you, drawing out every little sound he can. He groans when you roll your hips against him, his grip on your thighs tightening, the control he loves to flaunt crumbling just slightly.

“You really like pushing me, huh?” he mutters against your lips, his voice huskier now, breath hot against your skin. His lips trail down your jaw, his teeth grazing your throat, just barely teasing—but he doesn’t give in yet.

Instead, he pulls back just enough to watch you—your parted lips, the hazy, desperate look in your eyes.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmurs, his smirk lazy, cocky—but his grip on your hips says he’s just as desperate as you are. “C’mon, baby, beg for it.”

“please, baby, please, I want it so baddd.” you whined.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice husky, teasing, but just a little breathless. “That’s more like it.”

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perfect princess d. kaminari

In which you and Denki are married in hopes of you teaching him how to be a proper royal and you being a positive influence on him, but the two of you have different ideas in mind. Royalty au suggested by my lovely mutual @/bloomstream <3

His mom had him marry you, you'd be good for him, she said. You'd help him get manners and grow out of his childish phase.

If only she could see the two of you now.

You were living in your own palace with him, and the two of you were sitting on the bed, giggling about everything and nothing.

Denki often spent mornings smiling as you sat on the bed blowing bubbles and he ran around popping them, doing whatever he could to see you smile.

And most of all, she never got to see all the cheesy and childish pet names and pick up lines he used on you, flirting with you like you weren't already together.

But sure, you were a good influence.

A really good influence.

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