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sometimes katsuki comes home from work late and takes a shower and the two of you eat dinner together and while you're putting the food away, you give him a soft kiss and then he gives you one back and then he wraps his arms around your waist and crowds you against the counter and tugs at your pants until you're telling him, "hang on, let me shower first,"
and you take your time with your clean-smelling body scrub and you exfoliate and you shave what you want to shave and you wash your face and put on your lotion and you smell good and you feel good.
and when you come out of the bathroom, he's on the bed, head back, mouth open, dead-ass asleep.
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While everyone else is fucking around with the Todorokis, I’m on Brattamer Kiri brainrot 🥰
Kiri grabbing you by the throat and pinning you against the wall for mouthing off.
Kiri with a fistful of your hair holding your head back so he can leave bites and bruises after you ignored him.
Kiri forcing your mouth open, spitting in your mouth, and making you hold it there while he face fucks the attitude out of you.
Kiri calling you a dirty fucking brat while relentlessly pounding into you.
Brattamer Kiri is just 🤤🤤
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Posted some subby Geto because i wanna ride him so bad…
More skintones on twt tooo
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im going insane here but kirishima with his resting bitch face gf who turns into the cutest little doll when he’s around :( ‘let me fix your shirt for you’ ‘here, let me top up your lip gloss’ ‘want me to feed you baby? yeah, of course you do’ and it’s soo embarrassing for you because you usually like to do everything yourself, you hate being talked down to, hate to be babied but kirishima spoils you sososo much and you just let him. cause he’s kirishima and he’s the only one who’s a sturdy enough presence in your life to rein you in.
‘just let me do it for you baby, i know you want to be taken care of.’ UGH
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Bunny.. I come bearing horny thots.
Izuku and Bakugou at college, exploring each other's bodies while you're sound asleep in the bed across from them in the dorm. But Izuku can't keep quiet when Bakugou is fingering his prostate *Just right* whining and clawing at Bakugous bicep and fucking himself on his best friends thick fingers. And honestly Bakugou doesn't care if you hear, he knows you're a little perv anyway- you'll probably get off on watching them fuck- so why hide? So he tells Izuku "Your fucking sucking me in, Deku. Think you can take my cock next? I'll fuck you real good, promise. Your ass deserves a proper, nasty, messy fuck." His words just make Izukus dick throb against his stomach, splattering his seed over everything as you discreetly finger yourself under the covers.
Okay now bye 🏃♀️💨
-Jasmina 🌸
jasmina. JASMINA.
i’m not sure if should swoon or fan myself GOOD GRIEF. just imagine tho.
you think you’re being so discreet. there’s no way they could know you’re rubbing little circles into your wet cunt right across the room from them in the dark. but katsuki is very perceptive. he catches the subtle, steady movement of the blanket. he’s wondering how far you’ll go before you realize you’ve been found out. so he takes a little more time than he needs to with his hand snapping into izuku’s ass just a little harder. he smirks a little when you overhear the words he tells izuku.
katsuki smirks a little when he glances and notices you came at almost the exact same time. just as he expected from a dirty girl like you.
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in case you couldn't tell by now, I get headaches often. so maybe characters helping you through headaches should become a series, lmao
content: established relationship, reader has a headache/migraine
A soft knock at the door interrupts Tokoyami's reading. He sets down the book once held in his hands, dog-eared page marking where he'd left off. Standing from his study's desk, he crosses the room to swing open the heavy wooden door cutting him off from the rest of the world.
"Little dove?" The affectionate nickname comes out as a question when he sees you on the other side of his study door, clad in your nightgown and mussed up hair. You look as if you'd slept like hell.
There's a curl and stretch of darkness beside him, Dark Shadow curiously peering over his shoulder at your sleep addled form. He nearly slithers across Tokoyami's form to get closer to you, drinking in the sight of you from tip to toe. "What are you doing awake?" he asks, mimicking Tokoyami's thoughts.
Neither being misses the way you flinch at Dark Shadow's voice, wincing away from the volume. It takes Tokoyami only a split second to realize what's going on. He places a firm hand along Dark Shadow's back, reeling him back in and feeling the pulse and surge of dark energy from his quirk. The monster shrinks back, giving him enough space to gather you up in his arms.
"How long?" he asks, resting the bottom of his beak against the top of your head — hiding your vision from the dim light of his study.
"It started before I went to sleep," you whisper, quiet voice still too loud for your own ears. You bury yourself further into Tokoyami's chest, muffling your own words. "I thought if I tried to sleep it would go away, but it's gotten worse."
"Did you take any medication?"
You hum in the affirmative when Tokoyami's hand finds the back of your neck. Frigid skin against your clammy nape has you sighing in relief and you melt further into your boyfriend's arms. "Half an hour ago," you add, brows furrowing when your temple pulses with the words. The intensity of your headache hadn't waned in the slightest. "It's not helping."
"You're focusing too hard on it, songbird." Tokoyami presses the words into your hair, strong arms circling around you. A hand moves to the wall beside the door, allowing him to fiddle with the dimmer next to the light switch. A single rotation of the knob settles the room further into darkness, dim light going barely visible. When he's satisfied — and Dark Shadow has tripled in size beside him — he ushers you in. "Come. Relax with me and try to get your mind to ease."
With leading hands, he guides you to the corner of the room where a loveseat sits adjacent to his desk. He sits before helping you next to him, cradling your form against his chest when you start to curl up next to him. He leans back until you have ample room to lay on the loveseat, giving you a place to rest.
"I'm not bothering you, am I?" you ask, voice small. Meek.
You don't see the way Tokoyami quirks up a smile. One hand finds the crown of your head, stroking downward against the flow of your hair. "Not at all."
"You were reading," you reply.
"And I can easily do so another time," he retorts. The hand on your head gets firmer in its hold, pressing you further against his chest. "Close your eyes and rest. Your headache will go soon."
The room seems to darken further as even Dark Shadow places a clawed hand gently over your head, practically hiding your eyes from the remaining light in the room. You feel him nudge slightly, coaxing you to slip your gaze shut.
At both their reassurance, you close your eyes and lean fully into Tokoyami. The dim lighting of the room makes it pleasantly dark behind your eyelids. You relax, breath syncing with the gentle rise and fall of your boyfriend's chest. The thought of your pounding headache slowly slips away, replaced by the soothing graze of Tokoyami's fingertips through your hair. It's not long before it lulls you finally into sleep.
The last thing you feel is a gentle nuzzle against the top of your head and a quiet whisper of, "Rest well, songbird."
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sugu breaking your fever 〜（ゝ。∂）
“how d’ya feel pretty?”
“still feel like shit.”
you whine into his chest, the warm compress that once laid on your tummy is held in place by the man.
“y’know.. i heard that orgasms break fevers.”
“what? can’t be, s-stop it.”
“mm what’s the harm in trying?”
“c-cus i’m sick sugu! don’t wanna get you sick too. s-s okay, i’ll get better so—“ your quieted by a cough, followed by the man pressing the glass of water towards your lips.
“doesn’t seem likely pretty. c’mon, let me finger you at least, hm?”
“y-you’re so weird, sugu.”
“that means yes, right?” he slithers atop of you, looking down with a sly grin that you can’t help but flush at. he presses kisses to your hot skin, whining when he nips at your sensitive neck.
“s-sugu, ‘s hot.”
“hmm.. air conditionings on gorgeous..” he teases.
he lifts your shirt, releasing your tits, giving them a light grope. you whine at the sensation of his cold hand pressing against your hot flesh, a slight buck in your hips that yearns for more.
“don’t rush, pretty. we have all day.”
he leans in between your thighs, slim fingers that come to toy with the band of your panties. he presses a harsh kiss to your sticky clit, twitching from the attention.
“needy girl.” he snickers, whistling when he pulls the crotch of your panties to the side. he watches your feverent cunt pulse with need, cute clit swollen and aching for more.
“s-sugu, stop staring.!”
in a short attempt to close your thighs, to prove some decency to the perverted man, you’re met with a gentle slap to your inner thigh. you mewl, anticipating more as he drags a gentle finger through your slit.
“mm, say you want it. tell me ya want my fingers inside, honey.”
“s-sugu don’t tease please.. y-you were the one that said you wanted to give it t’me..”
“mhm, know what i said. now tell me, you want it right?”
you huff, but at last you fall into the man’s trap, “yes s-suguru, wan’ it. want you inside, y-your fingers, please.”
“mm, good girl.” he hums against your thigh, a singular digit slipping into your moist cunt.
“s-sugu..!” you moan with surprise.
“see? if you’re good, ya get what you want, right?”
“y-yes..!”
“now take it gorgeous.” he slips another finger along side his first, curling himself against your sweet gummy walls. you flinch at the sensation, every moment he’s inside of you pushes you towards your high.
he comes up to face your ecstatic expression, smothering your hot skin with gentle but sloppy kisses. you flinch at the sensation, body sensitive due to your cold. it’s all so intense, better, even.
“suguru, p-please..!”
“mhm, patient sweet girl.”
“need t’cum, pleasepleaseplease.. daddy..”
“oh? how dirty, baby. thought you were feeling sick. y’asking for more now?” he chuckles.
“mfgh, d-daddy please.. gonna cum..!”
“yeah? want daddy t’make you cum?”
“yesyes, please..!”
and you do, back arching from the intense sensation, your boyfriends fingers covered in a heavy slick; a sight he’s definitely not new to.
“there you go baby. good girl, such a good girl.”
he pulls himself out gently, wrapping his lips around his own digits, sucking your cum off his fingers. the entire time he stares into you, a teasing smirk spread across his expression.
“stop doin’ that sugu.! ‘s gross!” you whine, flustered from the eye contact he forcefully holds.
“taste so sweet baby.” he teases once again.
he unlatches himself with a ‘pop!’ bending over you to press a heavy kiss onto your lips. he can’t help but laugh when you moan into his mouth, overwhelmed.
“sugu.. tired..”
he presses another kiss onto the soft of your cheek, leaving your side to clean you up for bed.
upon cleaning you up, his heart softens at your sleepy expression and soft snores, pressing a final kiss onto your forehead before slipping besides you.
bonus . . ♡
the morning after is so much better. the sunlight beams through the curtains , the blankets laid on top of you two is just warm enough. doubt him all you want , but turns out his dumb little factoid proves to be true !
but of course he didn’t listen , and now he’s caught your cold.. whining and tugging at your sleeve for you to take care of him , to ride his pain away and make him orgasm so that his fever breaks too.
“y’have to return the favor princess.”
“no, you perv!”
“please, you owe me baby.”
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Fashion designer Bakugou who sees you at his favorite cafe one morning. Your clothes are comfortable and colorful, but they obscure the beauty of your body he tells himself. So he marches over to you, wearing all black and a skull tshirt with heavy combat boots. It doesn't help that he's also drop dead gorgeous, so when he hovers over you and breathes out. "Let me undress you." Your brain short circuits. "I can dress you much better, let me." He doesn't so much ask as he commands, so you find yourself nodding along, unsure why he's interested in you in the first place.
When you get back to his studio he's measuring your figure, his large hot hands skimming over your breasts, your hips, your waist. The more he discovers, your waist would fit perfectly in his hands, and your tits are begging him to taste, the more he struggles to keep professional. He just wanted to have you as a model, he swears to himself. But when he's measuring your ass, he starts to lose it.
"Who the fuck let you out of the house in those grandma clothes when your body is this fucking amazing?"
The words slip out of him in a huff, and you blush bright red. "I-I don't wear grandma clothes." You try to defend yourself, but looking around his studio at the slinky tight fit dresses with corsets and plunging necklines, you realize that yeah- maybe you do wear grandma clothes.
"Just wait until I design something for you, you're going to look even more beautiful. Especially as my date." He's never been nervous asking someone out before, but damnit your curves and sweet, shy personality were a combination he was loathe to let go.
"Your date?" You felt like you were struggling to breathe. The super hot designer wanted to go on a date with you? You knew you were bigger, its not like you're oblivious. But never once did he make you feel lesser for being fat, he just seemed upset that you tried to hide yourself.
"If you'll have me." His voice was suddenly softer, his red eyes gentle as he looks up at you from where he's on his knees, the measuring bunched in his fist.
"Yes." You breathe out, knowing this chance encounter would change your life.
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nanami’s side of the bed wouldn’t even be called nanami’s anymore. you sleep there nearly every day, blaming it on how the pillows smell of him.
nanami’s clothes aren’t his anymore, you're sleeping in his shorts and t-shirt tonight. you wore his shirt yesterday, and took his ties for some clothes experiments last week.
nanami’s sacred pens are no longer his own, he finds them on the table after you tried to scribble up something and forgot to put them back.
nanami’s mugs are now shared, always in the dishwasher even when he doesn’t recall using them at all.
nanami’s thoughts don’t belong just to him anymore. you’d bug him about it all day if he doesn’t share what he’s thinking — so he, with an exasperated sigh, tells you what’s on his mind.
nanami’s salary doesn’t go straight to his savings account like it used to, instead taking a portion of it to spend on you. ‘you’ means gifts, flowers, dates, trips, trinkets, and so on.
nanami’s weekends aren’t as quiet as they once were; now they’re chaotic, full of so much of you.
nanami’s fridge is full nowadays. candy, leftovers, ice cream, cheese, cake, bread, and the list goes on. so many things that don’t go along with his diet fill the once-empty shelves.
nanami doesn’t spend as much time in his study as before you moved in. now old books are left to collect dust, long forgotten in a room that’s never lit. even when he decides to pick one up and read it, it’s the minute that he sees your face the book is tossed away.
nanami’s happiness still comes from days off, but now it’s because those days are spent with you. days when he slept long and ignores the world are long gone, now he gets to sit and focus on you, watching as everything else becomes nothing but background noise.
nanami has always been sure he’s not looking for marriage, at least not right now. but he swears that ring looks so perfect for you. there’s no way he’d miss it.
nanami stands in front of the bathroom mirror 5 minutes late every day because you’re still figuring out how to fix his tie the right way without any help. he can’t seem to rush you, though — what’s being precisely on time have on your little giggles as you sit on the sink and struggle to finish a task he could have done in under a minute?
nanami has been spending so much time eating as of late, more time than he can afford. while he used to finish a meal in approximately fifteen minutes, now dinners could stretch to two hours. he couldn’t get off the table early when you sit across from him, talking and joking and doing anything that’s not eating. he simply can’t possibly not indulge in the little conversations, appreciating every moment he gets to spend in your presence.
nanami’s life wouldn’t even be called his anymore. you’re a storm, invading his life all at once, bringing in your chaos along with you. you’ve infatuated him, you’ve assailed his senses and changed his very being. every time nanami’s eyes align with yours, he prays your presence isn’t a fleeting one. he silently hopes you don’t leave as suddenly as you came, that you plan to stay.
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I don’t care if it goes against canon or if the timing is off, I just want more Shouto and Touya being siblings content. Lilo and Stitch redraw, really the most iconic depiction of sibling dynamics
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Streamer!Bakugou who speedruns games and is constantly trying to have world records (a lot of the time it's him competing against his own record because no one can touch him) sees his chat debating boobs vs butts and he casually drops 'i'm more of a thigh guy' and watches his chat erupt
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₊✩‧₊⇢ right person, wrong time?
『 ෆ k.bakugo x fem!reader 』
⋆ ˚ʚɞ — repost; after more discussions, i decided to delete the follow up on the original post thread & re-post separately. i don't wanna be accused of stealing someone's idea after already apologizing for it. this'll be the last i talk about it.
Bakugo’s loved you since high school. You always pushed him to work hard, never took his shit without giving it back tenfold, and was a pillar of support through some of the toughest times in his life. Even so, he’s convinced himself you’d never feel the same, that he has no shot with you.
Why?
Because you’re quirkless.
You’re part of the 20% without one, and he told himself he can’t get in your way of your life. Bakugo can’t stand the thought of being the reason why you don’t chase after your own dreams. He knows you too well - you’d put your happiness aside to support him the second he asked. You’d put your life on hold if it meant for him to succeed as a pro hero.
But he can’t do that. You’re the one thing he can’t seem to bring himself to be selfish about.
So Bakugo sits idly by, for years, as your best friend. The one you’d do anything for, no matter the time or place. He watches you date shitty guys and picks up the pieces they leave you in. Buys you your favorite foods when you have a bad day, surprises you with “just thinking of you” gifts, and drops whatever he’s doing the second you need him.
He’s attempted dating, desperately tried to get you out of his heart and make room for someone else - he fails each time. Miserably.
So tonight, that all changes.
You’re attending the annual Hero Gala together tonight, just like you have for the last four years. Bakugo always asks you to be his plus one as it keeps people away from him and he gets to spend time with you…rather, gets to see you dressed to the nines and have you on his arm all night long. It’s the one day a year he gets to pretend you’re his.
You’ve recently gotten a huge promotion in your line of work and he’s broken the top 10 of the hero charts - what better time than now to shoot his shot? He’s waited long enough, run through every excuse in the book why not to tell you how he feels.
The night winds down and the two of you get back into his car, sitting in silence for the ride home. That’s not uncommon for you two, but Bakugo’s reading too much into it tonight. It makes his hands tremble on the wheel, white knuckling the pleather from nerves. Once he pulls up to your apartment complex, he turns the car off and gets out to open your door for you.
To his surprise, you invite him in.
“I have a surprise for you!”
Bakugo’s whole body is tense at this point. What could you have for him?
“Here, open it.” You hand him a small box wrapped in orange paper. “It’s not much and a little cheesy, but congratulations on breaking the top 10!”
He opens the package to find a golden bracelet in a box with the inscription “plus ultra, dynamight!” on the underside of it.
“Ya didn’t have to get me shit, but thank you. I love it.”
He hugs you immediately, scooping you into a loving embrace and relishing in the excuse to have skin contact with you.
“I, uh, actually have somethin’ for you, too.” His voice waivers while he fiddles with his jacket pocket. You raise an eyebrow while waiting for him to present…whatever it is he had.
Bakugo pulls out a small box of his own, handing over the velvet jewelry case. You gingerly take it from his palm and can’t help but notice he’s shaking like a leaf.
“Are you okay, Kat? You’re shaking.”
“Just…open it.”
And you do - revealing a beautiful rose gold locket inside. It’s in the shape of a heart, dainty yet big enough to fit a minuscule picture. Before you open it, he stops you by gently touching your hand. He’s trying to hold eye contact with you, but keeps darting between your gaze and the ceiling.
“I’m sorry if this seems outta nowhere, but it’s been eatin’ me alive for years. And if it’s too much, we can forget it ever happened.”
You tilt your head at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
Oh. The locket.
Time crawls to a halt as you pry open the locket, peering into the small enclosure to see two things - a picture of the two of you on the left and a small handwritten phrase on the right.
‘I love you. -Kats’
The silence in the apartment is deafening. Bakugo’s vibrating out of his skin while awaiting a semblance of a response to his confession. You’re normally easy to read, but in the moment, he’s struggling to observe how you could be feeling. It’s driving him fucking insane. He starts to feel regret, embarrassment settling in his bones as he bites his lip.
He just ruined everything. The precious friendship you two had - gone. He knew that locket was a stupid idea.
Bakugo’s preparing himself for your rejection. The tears are building and the lump in his throat solidifies. He attempts to keep himself together as he begins to croak out an apology.
“Look, I shoulda—”
“Say it.”
Bewilderment is an understatement as he recoils at your demand. He blinks the stray tears away, all the breath he had being stolen away by your words. He swallows thickly, never thinking he’d get this far in the conversation. He was fully prepared to high tail it outta there, not…stay.
“Wha—”
“Tell me you love me.”
This can’t be real.
Bakugo’s body moves on its own, closing the gap between you two in under the dim light of your entry way. He cradles your jaw, thumbing over the apple of your cheek and studying your eyes as he takes a deep breath. This is the moment he’s been waiting for - the one he’s been yearning over. The opportunity to tell you exactly how he feels, how much you mean to him.
Four words is all he needs.
“I fucking love you.”
You can’t help but laugh, maybe a little too loudly as Bakugo’s cheeks turn strawberry in color.
“It’s about damn time. I love you too.”
His heart pounds, his legs feel like jello, his muscles stiffen. And yet, he powers through it all.
Your lips meet for the first time - the kiss is soft, sweet, careful.
When you part, his vision blurs a bit, overwhelmed by the emotions swelling in his chest. His lips are slightly parted behind heavy breaths, taking in the moment he was so graciously given.
“I didn’t wanna get in your way.”
You laugh. “Then don’t be in my way, come with me.”
God, he was such an idiot. A lovesick fool blinded by his own infatuation to see that his best friend loved him, too.
You hand the locket to Bakugo and spin around while holding up your hair. He tenderly places the chain around your neck and secures the clasp, letting the metal fall to your collarbone.
“I’m all yours, Katsuki.”
You always have been.
thanks to everyone who sent in a message & encouraged me to keep this up. we're all just trying to have a good time together on this site and share our feelings about characters we love. there's no need to talk down or discourage others from expressing themselves.
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