Bakugou's Laugh

Bakugou's Laugh

Pairing: bakugou x reader || established relationship

Warnings: none, pure fluff, slightly ooc bakugou, || petnames: "princess"

a/n: this is just something i whipped up on the spot, enjoy!

Bakugou's laugh is rigid and rough. It takes you by surprise the first time you hear it. You hadn't even been trying to make him laugh. You were making breakfast one morning and had knocked over the bowl of eggs you had just cracked. Startled, you let out a gasp and that was when you heard it.

It was a sound you'd never forget and never get tired of hearing. Bakugou was bent over in the doorway seemingly having just come into the kitchen to check on your progress. The sound coming from him was far from the usual grunt and groan that would usually grace his lips. It sounded almost like a music box that hadn't been played in years. It was scratchy and low, like he hadn't laughed like that in a while. You wouldn't doubt it if he hadn't honestly. Hearing this new sound took you by surprise, and your attention turned from the slowly oozing egg puddle to your very amused boyfriend.

"Kats? You alright?" you teased, a giggle of your own escaping as you watched him try and gain his composure.

"Peachy, princess" he chuckles low again, "you uh, ha- you need any help cleaning up?" he asks small laughs escaping him as he gestures to the egg puddle.

You shrug your shoulders, more interested in watching him try and pull himself together. "You uh, you never do that." you say a smirk darting across your face.

"Do what? Laugh?" He huffs a little at that, but can't help the grin that breaks his serious facade. "Can't help that you're funny, 'specially when you make weird ass sounds like that." He crosses the threshold and lays his hands on your waist, his nose pressed against yours. He tilts his head slowly towards your ear, feeling you tense up at his closeness. Right when he gets to the shell of your ear he inhales sharply and honks.

You gasp again and swat at him, trying not to laugh at his antics. Your cheeks puff up in an effort to contain your laughter but it fails quickly when you see Katsuki doubled over in a fit of giggles. You can't help but feel your heart swell knowing you could make the stoic man as happy as he makes you.

Once he regains his composure he grabs a couple of rags and tosses one to you.

"But seriously, let me help you clean up this mess." He says, grin never leaving his face.

Heyyy! I love your writing btw , it’s so cool <3 may i ask a hawks and aizawa headcanons about a quirkless s/o but is someone who’s working hard to make a name for themselves despite its difficulty,, (i was thinking of a more detective-like s/o but you can do another occupation if you want!)

a/n: LETS GO WITH DETECTIVE S/O

Hawks and Aizawa having a detective s/o.

Hawks:

He’s a proud boyfriend, supports you along the way and encourages you to keep going if you start falling behind and thinking on quitting. He can’t understand what you’re going through about being quirkless, but he will be your support. Usually whenever he’s on patrol and he sees you and other detectives on a crime scene he’ll watch from afar, you’ve told him that some detectives have deemed you “fragile” since you’re quirkless, but that doesn’t stop you from going head on into a crime scene.

Calls you his little detective, “how’s my little detective doing? Catch any criminals yet? “Hey detective I’ll be late today, don’t stay up too late.” Even at some point calling you Sherlock Holmes when you decoded a message “hey look at my little detective! Becoming Sherlock Holmes hm?” He’s proud of you though, you obviously have a talent of being able to decode things easily he wonders if you’d be able to decode things he found at the LOV..

He has to remind you to take breaks though, he applauds you for working hard; but please make sure to take breaks. Even at some points he has to drag you away from your desk to come cuddle with him, he has to be the way to lay down on your chest so you don’t go back to studying/working. “Keigo! I need to-“ “what you need detective is to cuddle with me, please?” He says fluttering his eyes at you. Damn it

Aizawa:

Supportive as fuck, he knows people without quirks are seen lower or fragile or needed to be protected. You proved that wrong though and he loves seeing how passionate you are about being a detective and making a name for yourself, you held your head high and fuck does it remind him why he fell in love with you. Often during his break he’ll send you a text on how you’re doing, sometimes you’ll be able to reply and sometimes not; but he understands your busy at the station.

REMINDS YOU TO SLEEP, he’s happy that he can see you working hard, but please for him take a break. He gets worried when he sees you still up at 3am working on a paper, or studying a picture trying to get a clue or a reference from your notes. Just like Hawks he’ll pick you up around your waist and drag you to bed, “Aizawa! What are you doing I was studying..” he pulls you against his chest mumbling into your hair “cuddle with me before I have to deal with children.” You laugh at his statement.

If you graduate from detective to chief Inspector he will literally be there for it, he’ll ask another u.a teacher to cover his class while he goes to your ceremony. If you start crying HE MIGHT start crying too, he knows you worked hard to get where you are now.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒

˖ ݁ . ࿓ includes — bakugo katsuki, midoriya izuku, takami keigo (hawks), todoroki touya (dabi), tomura shigaraki

˖ ݁ . ࿓ content warnings — possessiveness, a little suggestive

˖ ݁ . ࿓ BAKUGO does not stand for people disrespecting your relationship by flirting with you—and in front of him, no less. he’s proud of everything he has earned in life, including you. so when someone thinks they can get away with coming onto you, he’s visibly fuming. it’s never your fault, but he can’t help but pull you behind him and shield you from hungry eyes and eager hands. most people are wise enough to want to leave when they’re faced with him, but bakugo isn’t letting them go anywhere without saying a few choice words of his own. his yelling elicits stares from bystanders but that’s the least of his concerns. before he tells them to get lost, he makes them apologize to you for putting you in an uncomfortable situation. he’s a lot more touchy than usual after encounters such as those.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ DEKU is the silent type. he thinks that jealousy is an ugly emotion and doesn’t like letting it get the better of him. that doesn’t mean he isn’t mildly irritated when someone thinks they can make a move on you. though, in order to not cause conflict, he thinks it’s best to let the situation run its natural course—ending with your rejection, of course. but he’s always ready to step in if your admirer is getting particularly pushy. while he waits for those events to play out, he’ll stand by with a cold gaze, biting the inside of his cheek to make sure he doesn’t say anything he might regret. it’s impossible to not feel that intense stare boring into you, which is usually what gets the offender to back off if you haven’t quite made it to that stage yet. izuku’s charming smile is back as soon as you two are alone.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ HAWKS isn’t one to let emotions get in the way of rationality, but he’s not going to sit back and watch someone hit on you as if he’s not there. there’s a glint in his eyes that serves as a warning to whoever is getting a little too close for comfort. but since he has an image to upkeep, there’s still a lazy smile present on his lips and he makes an effort to keep the interaction as civil as he can given the circumstances. all of a sudden he’s initiating subtle but telling touches like wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing kisses to your temple. his hope is that they take the hint and leave you be, but if they don’t, he politely excuses you both. it’s hard to tell from just looking at him and his carefree expression, but behind those golden eyes, he’s seeing red.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ DABI is incredibly possessive and does not take well to people hitting on you. he’s not a fan of people even looking your way so imagine how agitated he gets when he sees someone talking to you—making a move to touch you. he’s dropping whatever he’s doing, abandoning whatever conversation he was part of, and angrily stepping over to confront the person trying their luck with you. he’ll give them a chance to explain themselves but only because he likes seeing the realization and fear in their eyes. he isn’t above getting physical, so if that looks like it might be the case, it’s best that you grab him and go before he hurts someone. when you’re outside and away from everyone else, he’s holding your face in his hands and making you promise that you’re his.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ SHIGARAKI doesn’t enjoy sitting on the sidelines, but it’s his safest option given his line of work. he can’t afford to draw unwanted attention his way, so he’s forced to keep his distance and observe from afar (that is, if he doesn’t have the intention of causing trouble). he silently watches through strands of blue-grey hair, nails clawing at his neck or pulled between his teeth in an effort to keep himself from making a scene. one “innocent” touch on your arm or a confident whisper in your ear is all it takes to have him darting from his chair and dragging you away from your newfound acquaintance—not without sending them a vicious glare before your departure. you might not have been the one flirting, but he’ll have to remind you of who you belong to regardless. 

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The Brothers Crying & How to Comfort Them

“I love all the OM! boys! I just want the best for them *crushes them in my fist*”

Hope this wasn’t too repetitive! I tried to write it so it could be platonic or romantic, depending on your preference.

Thanks to @avatarofcuriousity for the concept and help with the bros <3

  Content warnings: chapter 16 spoilers, angst lol

Lucifer

You already know. It takes a lot for this dude to cry.

If Lucifer cries around you, that’s how you know he’s in it for the long haul. It takes an ASTOUNDING amount of trust for him to even consider being that vulnerable around you. If he cries in your presence, or even seeks comfort from you, he’s saying he trusts you with his whole soul. The Avatar of Pride doesn’t give that to just anybody.

He’s one of those lucky folks that can, for the most part, blink back their tears.

When he does cry, it’s as if he’s still trying to hide it. He’s not overly loud, and mainly sniffles. He already has to be in extreme distress to cry in the first place, but if he’s on the higher end of that, he lets out quiet, breathy sobs.

His cheeks and nose redden slightly; it’s a heartbreaking version of that blush you know and love.

He doesn’t often hug you on his own. He either starts crying while you’re already in his arms, or keeps to himself.

How to comfort him: Wrap your arms around him and card your fingers through his hair. He appreciates head kisses, if you’re comfortable giving them. Don’t soothe him verbally, though– despite the good intentions behind them, any words of affirmation only remind him of his vulnerability.

Mammon

Also ashamed of crying. After centuries of being mocked whenever you get upset, who wouldn’t be?

Pretty good at hiding it. He can mostly hold back his tears, but sometimes the dam breaks and they fall against his will. At that point, he tries to subtly wipe them and make an Irish exit

When he’s trying to cover it up, you can see how his breathing changes— it quickens, then gets really slow, deep and deliberate once he takes notice. So even if he seems fine, the dramatic rise and fall of his chest gives it away to those close to him.

If he lets himself cry around you, that’s a huge sign of trust. Very much like Lucifer in that regard.

Holds you like you’ll vanish if he lets go. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, squeezing his eyes shut and nearly crushing you in his arms. He sniffles, but more out of instinct than actual need.

Mammon has a lot of pent-up emotions, so it all comes tumbling out when he finally releases them. He whimpers and cries into your shoulder, only letting go when he’s mostly calmed down.

How to comfort him: Murmur sweet nothings into his ear. Reassure him. Rub his back softly, and remind him that you’ll be there until he feels okay again.

Levi

Doesn’t need to cry as much as his brothers, if only because he cries over anime and manga regularly.

Tears start rolling down his cheeks before he realizes what’s wrong. By time he notices that he’s crying, it’s too late to hide it.

Levi’s sobs are quiet, but audible from the next room over. He tries to muffle them or hold them in as best he can.

Curls up on himself when he’s upset. Feeling small makes him feel safe, and he’s too afraid to hug anyone— especially you. He doesn’t think you’d want to touch him, or even be around him when he's like this.

He’s insecure about how much his face reddens while crying, so he tries to hide it behind his arms or hands.

How to comfort him: Hold him, rub his back, put your chin on his shoulder, and have a box of tissues within reach. You can trace patterns or draw things on his back to distract him. Once he’s starting to calm down, he’ll try and guess what you’re drawing. Press a kiss to his head or shoulder, if you feel comfortable doing so. He’ll short circuit and maybe cry harder, but at least those tears are happy ones. Baby steps.

Satan

After doing it for so long, Satan finds it easy to disconnect from the outside world.

So yes, he does shed a few tears over his novels, but crying for himself is another thing.

Satan has to hold intense emotions back for every waking moment. When he finally lets go, there’s a lot to process.

He almost drapes himself over you, gripping the back of your shirt ’til his knuckles are white. His face presses into your nape. Loud, powerful sobs wrack his frame hard enough to make him retch.

How to comfort him: Pull him close, or into your lap, if possible. Cup the back of his head and press kisses to wherever you can reach. Rub his back, or run your hand up and down his sides. Do whatever you can to show your love, because this is likely the first time he’s ever felt taken care of.

Asmo

Finally, at least one brother has a kind of healthy relationship with his emotions.

He doesn’t announce it, but he cries regularly in the shower. Stress is bad for the skin, y’know? It’s best to get it out when you need to.

And of course he’s a pretty crier. Rosy cheeks, sniffles, soft whimpers, the works.

Possibly the only brother who seeks you out for comfort before breaking down. He knocks timidly on your door, a small voice asking to be let in. Once he’s on your bed and in your arms, he breathes out a shaky sigh. The tears start falling from there.

Asmo will bring a box of Kleenex with him. He doesn’t want to get tears on your clothes, but they also dry out his skin and that simply isn’t an option.

How to comfort him: Asmo likes soft comfort. Cradle him in your arms, pet his hair, hold his hand. Tracing hearts on his back helps him cheer up once he realizes what you’re doing. If you’re feeling bold, cup his face and wipe a tear with your thumb— that’ll earn you a smile and a sniffly “Ooh, I didn’t know you were such a romantic, MC~.”

Beel

Not usually a crier. He tears up at movies, but doesn’t cry for real life stuff… in the moment.

After a long day, when everyone’s gone to sleep, Beel lies in bed and gets it all out at once. Staring at the ceiling, he sniffles and whines as he tries to keep quiet. He doesn't really have anywhere else to go, but he doesn't want to wake Belphie. (Belphie senses something’s wrong and wakes up anyway, don’t worry. He’s always there to take care of him.)

When he stops holding back, he weeps freely, but his cries are still soft and breathy.

Doesn’t really look for comfort because he knows his brothers are also going through a lot. Beel wants to be strong for them. He doesn’t want to be a burden.

How to comfort him: Sit in his lap and let him bury his face in your shoulder. He’s aware of his strength, and still treats you like glass, but his hold is firm. He grips your shirt really tightly. Reassure him in a soft voice. Play with his hair, rub or draw patterns on his back, trace his tattoos, give him little kisses if you feel like it. He may be big, but he’s delicate. Please be tender with him.

Belphie

Like Satan, Belphie also disconnects from the outside world.

He's an angry crier, but other than that, you don't get much out of him.

When he's really upset, though, it all comes pouring out. Belphegor rarely cries, but damn, is he good at it.

As he comes to befriend you, the memory of your murder gets more and more nauseating. During naps with you, his mind occasionally drags him back to that moment.

He wakes up, pillow already soaked with tears, and sees you next to him. He throws his arms around you, his clutch desperate and suffocating ironic lmao. Belphie howls, his breathing ragged as he pulls you as close as physically possible. He chokes and stumbles on apology after apology, begging you not to leave.

How to comfort him: Hold him tightly and pet his hair. Rub his back. Remind him over and over that it’s okay, I’m alright, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.

Belphegor 💜

RED LIGHTS

synopsis: everything looks prettier under red lights, especially your boyfriend. you decide to tell him, and he decides that you’re it for him — all he’s ever wanted.

notes: reader wears lipstick, fluff w some suggestive sprinkled in, inspired by red lights by RINI. warning: too much physical touch as always.

wc: >1.0k

“why do you keep looking at me?” suna peers at you with his celadon eyes, his rings tap against the wheel as he bounces his fingers against the leather.

he's cautious with his words, and maybe a bit curious, too.

“what, i can’t look at my boyfriend?” you look over at him again, probably for the fifth time since you left your apartment parking lot just seven minutes ago.

“is there something on my face?” he quickly runs his hand over his face, peeking at the rare view mirror. and to his surprise, no crumbs. did you maybe leave a lipstick mark when you kissed him before leaving? (komori, to suna’s dismay, has pointed out a mark or two on his cheek as he walked into the gym for morning practices. he always wipes it off with a mumble, but takes a peek in the mirror beforehand to admire your bold proclamation of love).

“you’re just really pretty.”

“oh shut the fuck up," he laughs, and it fills the car, harmonizing with the music from the radio. it brings a smile to your face. it's dark, but you can see that his tongue is poking at his cheek, holding back an equally cheesy smile.

“i’m serious!” you face him again. "your hair looks good today, and you're all clean-shaven." you run the back of your hand against his cheek, humming in satisfaction to emphasize how soft his skin is. "i gotta appreciate this when i can."

he continues to drive, but snakes his hand onto your leg. his rings are cool against you. he squeezes once, then twice. and once again, you're at a red light — it highlights his face beautifully. the rise of his cheekbones accentuate the darkness of his eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair.

and you decide to go for it, reaching across the console to leave a quick kiss on his jaw.

"woah, can't get enough of me today," he taps your thigh a few times. "and i didn't even have to wear that cologne you like."

“mhm. i love you even when you smell like shit.”

he clicks his tongue and takes his hand back, letting you pull at it to place it back on your thigh (he never fights back, knowing you'll only reach for it again and again). you put your hand on top of his, rubbing your thumb along his skin.

“if you’re trying to tell me something, i don’t think you wanna do anything risky while we’re on the way to dinner with my parents.” suna peers down at his hand on your thigh and your hand that's keeping it captive there.

“i’m not trying to do anything, rin.”

“whatever you say,” he moves his hand back and forth. it's a comforting motion, really, but for some reason, you feel nervousness stir in your stomach. or perhaps, butterflies.

“i’m not! i’m just really excited to see your family again,” you rub your finger along the ring on his pointer finger.

“i think they love you more than they love me.”

“probably.”

“oh, should i tell them how you tried to make a move on their sweet and innocent son just 10 minutes before seeing them?”

“where’d you get 'sweet and innocent' from? weren’t you the one who wanted to ‘head to the back’ after atsumu’s party?”

and now, he's fully smiling. you hear an airy laugh escape from him. you love this rin — the one that laughs at his past, corny self. the one that lets you know he's listening even when his eyes are on the road. the one that is so unabashedly in love with you that he could never deny anything you want from him.

“you were the one who kept looking at me with those… eyes.”

“i wasn’t! you’re just so full of yourself that you think me looking at you is the same as checking you out.”

as the song transitions into the next, there's a pause, and the car is enveloped in silence.

he breaks it.

“so, what’s it like when you’re checking me out?”

“i’m not doing this.”

“no, baby, i just wanna see. check me out." this time, at the light, he faces you. has he always looked at you like this? with his lips slightly quirked upwards? a teasing smile — expectant and knowing.

you look him straight in his eyes and then to his lips before looking back at his eyes. your eyes follow his features naturally — his eyes show that he's calm, but his smile shows that he's in awe of what you do to him.

you can't help but to laugh at his reddening ears. you reach for the cartilage and coo at him for getting all flustered. if there's something the both of you are good at, it's flustering each other endlessly, even two and a half years into the relationship.

“damn, you’re good,” he takes your hand away from his ear and kisses the back of it before trailing a few up your wrist and arm all while keeping his eyes on the road.

moments like this with suna aren't hard to come by — he's always done his best to make you feel loved (and to annoy you to the point where you question his meaning of love). and all you can hope for, really, is that it'll stay like this forever — that even when you're older and greying, he'll ask you to give him "those eyes".

and if you knew what was encased in the velvet box in his pocket, and what else was planned for this family dinner, you'd have no doubt in your mind that he hopes for the same.

before stepping out of the car, suna pulls you in for a kiss. it catches you off guard, but you relax into it.

"i'm pretty sure your dad's car is parked next to us," you mumble as he pulls away. his eyes fall back to your lips.

"so what? he doesn't know what a kiss is? how do you think i was made?"

"oh my god," you swat his chest. "let's go."

before he can open the door, his name leaves your lips.

"by the way, you have a little something right there," you point at the lipstick stain on his jaw.