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imagine the soft touches bakugou would give you when he’s super tired and clingy.
his fingers tracing small shapes on your waist as he unknowingly pulls you closer slowly, making your body embrace his warmth underneath the fluffy covers. his soft warm lips grazing over your neck as he squeezes your waist softly, small groans and whimpers of comfort sounding in your ear.
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ring pop proposal ♡
fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.
the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.
soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as you’re parents agree.
you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.
“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.
mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.
she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.
he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.
you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.
“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.
“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”
“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.
katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.
“gave her one of these !”
“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”
katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.
“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.
she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.
she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.
mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.
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there's something so poetic about watching a man who's considered the "ideal" all american boy, with his love of women, classic rock and cars, slowly but surely fall in love with his best friend who's an angel of lord.
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served my duty as an autistic artist and made a bunch of autism creature reaction images
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one time i went through the taco bell drive thru and when i tried to order a baja blast i said “mountain boo bah” and then i just left. couldn’t recover
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Being a little too cold: brrrr i’m a little too cold !!!
Being a little too warm: i am going to kill the next person who makes eye contact with me.
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(hears a song lyric) this would make a great all-lower case fanfiction title
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The fact that Tesla autopilots abort self driving 1 second before a crash so the company can state “self driving wasn’t active during the collision” should be grounds to dismantle the entire company.
Like, seriously, if you’re making 4000 pound death machines, and you program this shit to work on a technicality? Your company should be dismantled. Gone. No recourse. Just terrible shit dude
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FOUR TIMES?? YOU'VE READ HARMLESS FOUR TIMES???
what if i start crying. what if i do that huh what then
thank you so much 😭😭
I’m not lying when I say it’s one of my favorite/comfort fanfics 🩷
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I don’t know, but it got me into reading it for the fourth time so no complaints here
why is tumblr notifying people of something i posted 3 years ago
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STOP. moment of gratitude for those precious times of breathing from your nostrils when you don't have a stuffy nose
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There’s so much to unpack here:
Pack of Beakers
Goth Beaker
The Beaker snitching and pointing out the photographer
The Beaker that’s about to unload on the photographer
The terminator strut before the ass whooping and you know he’s moving at speed because of the blur
The ominous feeling that you know this is 3 in the morning
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the inherent tension between the acronyms JFC, JFK, and KFC .......
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cw: sum spicy thoughts about prohero kiri!
“truth.”
“how big is it,” you ask, giggly over the rim of your red solo cup as you glance over at kirishima.
there’s a nice glow to him as you and friends sat in a circle in the midst of sero’s basement. all eyes were on him as teasing laughs filled the air, everyone eager to see if he’d answer such an invasive question. you were only messing around but you can’t say you weren’t a tad bit curious.
eijirou walked around like he was hiding a weapon in those stupid sweat pants he refused to pull up his hips. there was always an obvious curve in the seat of his gym shorts, taunting you when you two worked out together. it had to be big. he himself was huge. so forgive you if you wanted details beyond what you liked to privately imagine for yourself. you usually let your mind wonder to more than just size. were there veins forking up his shaft? which way did it curve? what color was his tip when he was leaking pre-
“i’m not answering that.” there was a lightness to his tone and a short chuckle after. he wasn’t the least bit upset but he was pretty firm on not humoring you.
the frown on your face was priceless as was mina’s whine from beside you.
“don’t hold out on us ei, give the gals what they want!” she tossed a potato chip at his head, making him laugh at her antics and stand with a stretch.
you watched as his shirt rose just enough for you to see the waistband of his boxers and the soft trail of black pubic hair peaking under his navel. your mouth was salivating to lick him there even more so to know what that hair led to.
later that night you found yourself in the kitchen, filling a cup with water from the sink tap and downing it to ease your dry tongue. in strolled a sleepy kiri, long hair knotted in a heavy bun behind his head. he leaned against the counter, tucking his hands in his pocket as he looked you over with heavy eyes. he looked so good like this. like good enough for you to drop to your knees if he so much as blinked the right way at you.
“i want you to guess.”
“hm?” you weren’t sure what he meant.
“guess how big it is, since you’re dying to know.”
oh. oh okay. your lips parted, closed, and then parted again at how taken back you were at his suddenness. but there was this cockiness to his tone that was making your insides churn and the alcohol was still clutching you just a tad so you stepped forward. you dropped your eyes downward, staring openly now that he was the one bringing attention to his own dick. god how you wished you could just unwrap it and find out but no, he wanted to tease.
“maybe if i feel it- i could get a better guesstimate.”
“nice try. quickly before i change my mind, you pervert.”
ouch. you look back up at him with a suck of your teeth, “fine. 7?”
“guess higher for me.”
“..8?”
“higher.”
“9. that’s gotta be it.”
kirishima let out a low chuckle deep in his chest almost like a purr, “yeah around there.”
“yeah i can’t take that.” you had said it without realizing it, cringing at your own words.
but eijirou didn’t miss a beat, following with, “that’s okay. i like it when they can’t take it. it always fits in the end.”
your brain short circuited, eyes wide as he starts to saunter away with that wide ass walk of his.
“sweet dreams, y/n.”
how many times can i talk about his dick. let’s make a tally. why is this what i’m doing at 4am.. oh well.
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ᴍʜᴀ ᴠɪꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ
ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜʀᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ.
description: this is just a masterlist of twt videos that remind me of mha boys. all videos will have the kinks/triggers listed.
a/n: big big BIG help to @nekomamiiz for helping me sort some of these videos and come up with titles! thank you so much ily baby mwah.
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Harmless Masterlist
Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, series)
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