To All The People Who Believe Property Is More Important Than 600 Hundred Years Of Slavery And Oppression

Glitter & Crimson Bakugou x Reader SMAU

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SUMMARY: You start your new job at the library while you work towards getting your English degree. On your first day you realize you forgot some paperwork at your apartment and go back to get it, only to find your boyfriend with his tongue down another girls throat. Not wanting to be late you quickly grab the papers you needed and walk out without giving him time to come up with an excuse. You don’t have time to break down and cry over it or figure out what your next move is. When you finally get to work you notice a flyer on the community billboard. Roommate Wanted! Text xxx-xxx-xxxx for details! Before you can stop yourself you snatch the flyer and text the number.

PAIRINGS: Bakugou x Reader

STATUS: Finished

WARNINGS: Language, memes, angst, bakugou and todoroki being savage ass bitches.

UPDATES: Every Wednesday & Saturday

Introductions: Y/N’s Squad | Bakusquad

One: First Day Blues

Two: Roommate Wanted 

Three: Devils Lettuce 

Four: Run Denki Run 

Five: Why Stop Now 

Six: And They Were Roommates 

Seven: Move In Day

Eight: No Cookies For You

Nine: Girls Day

Ten: Operation Baku/YN

Eleven: Movie Night

Twelve: Welcome to the Chaos

Thirteen: Girls & Guys Day

Fourteen: “Just Friends”

Fifteen: YNs Heartbreak

Sixteen: YN Moved Out?

Seventeen:  I Fucked Up

Eighteen: What Are The Gremlins Plotting?

Nineteen: Has The Shipped Sailed

Nineteen.Five: Mario Kart

Twenty: Graduation Day

Epilogue: Always and Forever

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So I’ve requested twice already can you tell that I’m obsessed with your work ??? Anyways, I’ve been retreading the itachi one you just put out and I’m squealing ! I would wait longer to request but today is my birthday so I’ll cut myself some slack! I am humbly asking for some Neji x Reader, something soft and something where he is not dead 😤 But thank u for your time and talent 🥺

aw ty!!! I’m so glad you enjoy my stuff 🥺😭💚 sorry I took so long with this and didn’t post it on your birthday, but I hope you had a great day!!

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(Neji x reader) fluff // 1.1k words

You trudged through the streets of the village stewing on the events of the day. It seemed that every small thing that could’ve gone wrong did, and on your birthday no less. Work was stressful, the weather was miserable, heavy droplets raining down from the dark sky above, and to top it all off you’d stepped in a puddle, resulting in an uncomfortably damp and squishy walk home. Finally, you reached the door of the house you shared with your boyfriend, Neji, and a potent sense of relief flooded through you as you turned the knob and stepped inside. At least after such a long day you could come home to him.

Immediately you were hit with the strong scent of burnt food, and was that a hint of vanilla you could sense underneath? A loud crash rang out from the kitchen around the corner and a low curse followed.

“Nej?” you called out curiously.

There was more fumbling and then Neji’s voice, an edge of panic to it, “Don’t come in yet! I’m not ready!” Then he continued muttering frustratedly under his breath, “Okay flour, got it… a teaspoon of salt… wait! A teaspoon?!”

Hearing the frenzied way he was dashing around in there you decided to ignore his plea and poke your head in. The messy scene you found inside was in stark contrast to the strict tidiness with which Neji usually kept your home, and to your surprised delight he matched his surroundings perfectly. He was leaning over a large metal bowl on the counter desperately trying to spoon out some of the white powder that was inside, the apron he wore covered in batter and both his face and long hair were dusted with flour.

“Need some help?” you offered with a smirk.

He whipped around, finally noticing you over his frantic baking attempts. “Why does the short form for teaspoons look so close to the one for a tablespoon?! They really should be more specific,” he huffed, brushing his hair out his face. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at his frustrated state.

“I know it’s dreadful… so what’s all this?” you questioned with a curious smile, nodding towards him to indicate his messy state.

“Well…” he hesitated, looking slightly embarrassed “I wanted to make you a cake for your birthday. But as you can see,” he motioned vaguely to the scattered dishes and ingredients, “I’m a shinobi, not a baker. I burnt my first attempt and now there’s too much salt in this one!”

You cocked your head to the side and examined his bashful grin as you just stood and appreciated the thoughtful gesture for a moment. What did I do to deserve this amazing man? you thought. You had no idea, but here he was, standing before you looking so adorable and domestic in that apron you thought your heart could burst. All the stress from the day now far from your mind, a small chuckle fell over your lips and you and you gave him a quick kiss on his powdered nose.

“You’re so sweet Neji, you didn’t have to do all this.”

He scowled and protested, “It’s your birthday, (y/n), of course I did.”

You rolled your eyes and stood on your toes to give him another peck on the lips this time.

“How ‘bout we finish it together?”

His shoulders fell as he sighed with relief and the smile that you loved so much crept across his lips. “That would be great. Thank you.”

The next hour was spent baking a new cake to replace the one that Neji had burnt, a soft song playing low from the radio as he measured the ingredients metiously and handed them to you to add to the mixture. You brought a spoonful of finished batter to his lips, “How’s that?”

“Much better,” he replied with a chuckle.

Then you worked together to make quick work of the disaster zone that the kitchen had become and by the time it was back to its usual spotless appearance the oven dinged, signalling the completion of your shared baking effort.

It was still a little dry, and the icing was melting off the top because you’d put it on too soon, but even in spite of all that, that ugly little cake looked like that most delicious thing you’d ever seen.

You sat across from the man of your dreams and dug in, savouring every crumbly morsel. Halfway through your slice you looked up to notice that Neji had barely even touched his. Instead he sat with his chin propped in his hand, violet eyes trained on you like you’d just put the stars in the sky, not eagerly devoured half a piece of cake.

“You don’t have to pretend to like it, I know it’s not very good,” he urged.

You lowered your fork and gave him a sympathetic smile. “I think it’s delicious… it was made with love.”

He just chuckled and rolled his eyes at your corny line before reaching across the table to take your hand in his. “Are you sure? I can go pick you something up at Amaguriama.” He began to rise from his seat at the offer so you followed suit and stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“I’m sure honey,” you assured him firmly, “I just want to spend the night with you. The cake doesn’t matter.”

The worry that painted his features softened a bit at your words and he pulled you into his strong arms for a deep embrace that lifted you off the floor. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist and he started to walk towards the bedroom.

“Hey wait! The dishes!” you laughed, pointing over his shoulder at the half eaten cakes on the table. He just shushed you and scattered a series of kisses across your face, causing you to giggle harder.

“I’ll do them tomorrow.”

Not really wanting to pull yourself from his arms to clean again you relented, letting him carry you to the bed where he laid you down gently and climbed in beside you. You could hear the rain beating down on the window pane, but from your cozy position snuggled up to the love of your life the dreary weather seemed less depressing and a little more cozy. For a while the two of you just laid there listening to the sounds of the rain and each other’s steady breathing as he held you. You barely noticed when he did, having started to doze off comfortably in his embrace, but through your drowsy half sleep you could still somewhat feel the sensation of his kiss on your forehead and hear him whisper, “I love you, (y/n). Happy birthday.”

daddy diaries

daddy diaries

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→ pairing: singledad!yoongi x baker!reader

→ genre: all floof, teeny bit of angst (?)

→ summary: yoongi started blogging his life on his social medias to prove everyone who thought he couldn’t raise a child alone wrong. but as his daughter’s birthday draws near, what happens when she wishes for a new mom?

a/n: hehe, who else has a soft spot for bts dad aus 🥺 this will start right after the htfab series :3

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intro

part one: it’s fate

part two: forgetful

part three: mi amigos es tu amigos

part four: last one buys food

part five: new addition

part six: a party’s a party

part seven: reverse card

part eight: good night

part nine: slow down

part ten: spill it sis

part eleven: …cute

part twelve: at the pool

part thirteen: surprise

part fourteen: #newprofilepic

part fifteen: it’s kinda hot

part sixteen: he’s crying now

part seventeen: babiest baby

part eighteen: y’all hear something

part nineteen: cardiac arrest

part twenty: can i crash on your couch

part twenty-one: we had a clown

part twenty-two: wishlist

part twenty-three: two birds

part twenty-four: my daughter’s life

part twenty-five: honey bunny

part twenty-six: chaotic

part twenty-seven: y’all know

part twenty-eight: use your teeth

finale

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namjoon: 2ah.in

jungkook: tokki.dadam

jin: wooju_mom]

colour studies ft. deku

timelapse below (with some extra doodles + mha403 spoilers)

1 MILLION people marching through London for Palestine today, making this the BIGGEST Palestine march in British History🇵🇸 ‼️

a study i did because i realized idk how to draw environments at all LMAO

THIS IS OSCAR ISAAC listening to me, responding to me, smiling at me and then laughing.

Life checklist complete ✅ I can die happy *SCREAMS ETERNALLY*

IMAX UPLOADED THE MUMMY TRAILER WITH HALF THE AUDIO CHANNELS MISSING AND CREATED 40 SECONDS OF UNDILUTED COMEDIC PERFECTION

Longing

◾ Being a single dad and a pro hero isn’t easy, but Bakugou manages. What he doesn’t have time for is dealing with you, his daughter’s teacher.

Bakugou x Fem!Reader »Pro Hero, Single Parent 

Warnings marked at the beginning of applicable chapters: angst, violence, 18+

Updated Tuesdays and Fridays

◾ Chapter 1

◾ Chapter 2

◾ Chapter 3

◾ Chapter 4

◾ Chapter 4.5

◾ Chapter 5

◾ Chapter 6

◾ Chapter 7

◾ Chapter 8

◾ Chapter 9

◾ Chapter 10

◾ Chapter 11

◾ Chapter 11.5 (18+)

◾ Chapter 11.75

◾ Chapter 12

◾ Chapter 13

◾ Chapter 13.5

◾ Chapter 14

◾ Chapter 15

Taglist: @boosyboo9206 @bakugouishusbando​ @bakugous-forehead @bratwritings @burnedbyshoto @hisoknen @jojosmilktea @katsukikitten @katsukisprincess @kiliakit @kiristanfirsthuman2nd​ @mocha-focha @redbeanteax @runrabbitrun3 @secondhand-trash @tomurasprincess @tsukineho

Image of Bakugou from chapter 45, edited by me

wrong in the best way

shouta aizawa x top!male reader

🐕 anon requested: ‘Third year and Aizawa. He’s on student council and always teases Aizawa during school. After school they fuck in the staff room. Someone walks in on them them.’

tw: bottom!shouta, teacher/student relationship, praising, hair pulling, fingering, sensei kink, getting caught, hints at threesome

This was completely wrong, he shouldn’t be thinking of you like this. His fucking student. He didn’t know how to control his thoughts and he desperately tried everything he could think of to stop them but it never worked.

Frankly, you were pleased it worked. You noticed what he was trying to do and you weren’t having any of it. He tried evading you at all costs; which was proven to be very troublesome as you were both in 3A and on the student council- and he was one of the teachers in charge of the council.

The day you turned 18 is the moment your shenanigans and teasing started. You did everything you could think of from unbottoning a few more buttons on your shirts to telling your friends the council meeting was canceled today so you could be alone with him.

You acted natural and normal until the clock struck 5:30 pm- when you were sure every student and staff member was gone and at home or in the dorms. You were both alone and you could finally make your big move.

While he rambled off talking about something- you already forgot about what- you rose from the cushioned chair and made your way to stand behind him.

He started fumbling with his words and quit talking completely when you caressed his chest and shoulders with your hands. “W-what are you doing.”

This was completely wrong, he should just stop you and sternly tell you to quite with your advancements towards him.. But he didn’t.

“Come on, sir. You’re just so pretty.. I can’t help myself.” You clutched his right hand and used it to grip your cock over your slacks.

You slipped his scarf off from around his neck and flung it into the chair you had previously been sitting in. “I know you want me Aizawa.”

“This isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this.” You lifted your hand from his to tug his hair at the back of his head all while noticing his hand kept up with its movements.

The sighs you let slip out rang through his head like giant church bells. He tried crossing his legs to hide his growing erection but you acted quicker- tracing your fingers along the outline of his cock.

You chuckled at the sight; his words not mirroring his actions at all. “You’re already so hard.” Your breath fanned across his cheek before you yanked at his hair again and that seemed to be the final straw for Aizawa.

You quickly hopped to the side when he abruptly stood up, causing his chair to skid backwards and almost bump into your legs. This alarmed you and you worried that he was actually going to begin yelling at you about how it’s unprofessional and completely wrong.

But it never came. He never yelled and he never scolded you. It was quite the opposite in fact. He tugged at the sides of your half unbuttoned shirt and pulled your body into his to push his lips against your own.

You backed away from him, ignoring his rightfully confused face. You walked to the side of the long table and bent him over the fine crafted wood.

“I’ve been fucking dreaming of this moment, ‘Zawa.”

The confession slipped out out of nowhere. He couldn’t deny that his mere thoughts of you turned out to be bigger than just wanting you.

Before you could even bring yourself to unbotton his pants, he was already pulling them- along with his boxers- down to rest at his knees where they stayed. It took you a minute to get used to the sight in front of your eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” It was muttered under your breath. More to yourself than anything; thankfully Shouta’s long dark hair hid the way his face burned up at your comments.

He couldn’t handle waiting any longer, “Get on with it.” A staff member could potentially walk in at any time. Had you even locked the door? There was no room to take any chances.

“Pushy now, are we?”

He groaned and although you couldn’t see his face, you assumed he was going to begin to demand you to do something but you didn’t give him a chance. You stuck your index and middle fingers down your throat until they were fairly coated in your spit- using the tip of your middle finger to prod at his hole before slowly pushing it inside.

His knuckles bled white with red on the ends when his grip on the edge of the table tightened— his breath slowed significantly and he gradually begun to loosen his grip on the table. “Ya’ doin’ okay?”

You had to assume that this was his first time doing anything like this by the way he was reacting. He hummed in agreement and lightly pushed his hips onto your hand.

Spit dripped from your lips and on your fingers when you gently started to pull your finger back and forth. “It’ll feel good in a bit, I promise. Jus’ relax.”

And he seemed to trust your word enough to un-tense his back and shoulders entirely and visibly relaxed around your finger. He yelped and twitched when you slipped your index finger next to your middle finger.

Through his hair you noticed how roughly he was biting into his lower lip; you almost thought he was going to draw blood. You threw his hair out of his face and squeezed his face enough for him to let go of his lip.

“Oh come on, no one’s here.” When you bent down to whisper in his ear, your fingers sped up which made him let out an unexpected moan, “Be as loud as you want, Sensei.”

You accentuated the title and he constricted around your fingers more than he was. It was only when he quickly relaxed that you pushed in your ring finger. “Hm do you like that, Sensei?”

The stuttering of his words made it impossible to understand what he was saying— moreso what he was trying to say. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

He didn’t care for your teasing not one bit. But the more he tried to make a snarky comment back at you, the more he stumbled on every word. “M.. More.” The table slid across the floor just a bit when Shouta jerked against it as you finally found his prostate.

“Did I hit that pretty spot?”

You curled your fingers in the same manner you had before and watched as his thighs tensed up at the action. “M..”

This was completely wrong, but why did it feel so good?

“Does Sensei want more?” The teasing made you excited. You knew he wouldn’t be able to retaliate, so you took every chance he basically handed you on a silver platter to tease him. “So desperate... Must’ve been a while since you’ve fucked huh?”

He hid his face away in the crevice of his elbow and that was the only response you needed to confirm you were indeed correct. “Than that means you must be extra sensitive..”

You spit into your free hand and snaked your arm around his waist to wrap your hand around his cock. His back arched as much as the space between him and the table would allow and his sleeve did absolutely nothing to muffle his incredibly loud moan. “You’re so tight. S’gonna feel great around me.”

“Agh- fuck, no don’t!” His teeth bit and pulled at the sleeve of his shirt while his legs slightly shook with having to hold his weight up. He didn’t give you a second to poke fun at him before he was grinding into your hand until you felt soemthing sticky rope between his fingers.

You pulled both hands away and tugged his head back and watched him suck your fingers clean. You unbuckled your belt and didn’t try pulling your pants down to pull your cock out and rub it around his hole.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, get on with-“

The door to the staff room you forgot to lock flung open and in the doorway stood a very shocked bright man. And for the first time since you started attending UA, Hizashi Yamada was speechless.

Both of them were too out of words to say anything but you didn’t miss the noticeable tent in his pants. “I’ll let you have a taste if you can keep this a secret.”

Surprised but in no position to complain which he wouldn’t even if he could, Shouta gave him and expectant look and Yamada shut the door behind hm. “I... Okay.”

Before continuing any further, you cleaned up everything and put everything back in place until there was no trace of you even being there.

Though no words were exchanged, it was silently known that you would’ve been there til’ the sun rose if you stayed.

Deciding to continue in your dorm room where none of you got much sleep due to a very eventful night.