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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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Bakusquad boys fucking you until youre crying and ruined by their big fucking cocks :((

sniffling i just think that you’d be in a new relationship with frat boy! bakugou would bring you home from a date and be like !! “got a surprise f’you sweetheart, promise you won’t freak out?” ‘n then it’s just all of his friends with their cocks out desperate to fuck you, cause they thing kats’ girlfriend is so cute..so fucking pretty.

“they really really like you, yanno. wont stop askin’ about you.” katsuki standing right behind you, fingers dancing up the backs of your thighs down your panties to ease the tension in the room, toying with your clit, fucking you with them like you’re on his dick. “you wanna play with them?”

please and you nod your sweet little head, and katsuki tilts you by the chin to let kirishima kiss you first, guiding your hand to his absolutely massive cock— so big it makes you nervous and whimper into his mouth, the boys letting out quiet ‘fucks’ while they wait their turn, ‘n eiji is so gentle with you, hiking your thigh up on his hip so he can rub is fat dick through your folds, mushroom tip stimulating your nub just right wails.

and when he finally makes you cum like that, you get passed over to denki who’s the complete opposite of the red head— he’s longer than he is thicker, and he makes you cockwarm him :( sit on his lap while he pinches your clit over and over till you’re cumming before he fucks it back into you nice and slow— torturing you, laughing down in your face aaaa.

sero just wants to eat you out, groaning at the taste of his friends mixed in with your juices— smiles into your cunt when you grab his hair, pout and whine because it’s too much and you’ve been through way too much tonight but he knows just how to use his tongue on you, begging you to give him a little something since he’s been so patient all night :( makes you squirt in his mouth.

you get passed back to bakugou and he makes you feel like you’re the only two people in the room— his mouth on your neck and his body pressed over yours while he pounds you into the couch makes you forget all about his friends watching and jerkin’ their dicks to your needy moans. katsuki knows exactly what you like, has it engraved into his mind where to touch you, that you like it when he puts your legs on his shoulders and when he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back into your tight heat. he pulls back, spits on his dick to watch it disappear inside of you along with all that cream, and precum— oh he loves it, loves how you’ve not moaned anyone else’s name all night except for his :(( and then in the end he’s filling you up with his cum and marking you as his property from the inside.

#tteokdoroki #bakugou thirst #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima thirst #kaminari smut #sero smut #bnha x reader #bnha drabbles #bakugou drabbles #📧. user anonymous #💌. you’ve got mail

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thebnha-auhoard · 4 months

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Hey Cookie, there has been a grave tragedy in the Tumblr Draft process and I may have deleted your ask. Still going to answer the ask though regarding the Flowers au! If I remember correctly you asked about what Proxies are, if the Wraiths are like fears, who are the Witches, what friendship groups changed, and if we had art on the au. If I miss anything Cookie please tell us in the inbox because we are excited to talk about this au.

So to put it simply on what Proxies are, think of it like how in Greek Mythology there are people who have the gods as their Patrons and call upon them for blessings and aid and such, or like how in TMA there are "Avatars" who pretty much serve the Fear they're affiliated with and "feed" them. It's sort of like that here but you do not want that Proxy business 90% of the time. Currently you can be a Proxy to either a Ghost or to a Wraith but more likely you're going to accidentally become a Proxy to a Wraith which is never really a good thing. If you do become a Proxy however, expect changes to happen. These changes include amplified feelings, physical changes, boosts to your Quirk, and basic powers that are from the Ghost Patron.

The Wraiths are like fears but more specifically they're the previous One For All User's fears. They're all the anxieties, fears, and regret that they had when they were alive and when they died, all that anxiety, fear, and regret manifested into a Wraith that goes and carries out that fears onto others. A good example would be Shinomori and how in life he just had the anxiety that he would be followed and killed by All For One's forces or, hell even from a person who had disdain for people with Meta Abilities. When he died and his Wraith formed, the fear that it goes and spreads the most is paranoia and the idea that everyone is out to get you, whether that statement is true or not! It's basically that with individual One For All users and god forbid any one of them goes and targets you because you probably won't come out the same afterwards.

The Witches! So glad you asked! they have to have a certain amount of spiritual Energy imbued into them. Such as having a Soul connected, your entire family being haunted except you, or even just having a good spirit come around alot. It's almost a lost practice except for those who wish to learn and know. Tokoyami learned because he wished for a Protection against the things he learns of. Fuyumi learned as a protection for herself and her class. The Kirishima Moms learned so they could protect Kirishima, Son of the only man who won against Kudou. Or later. Yagi. Who's Legacy has been passed down but the spiritual Energy imbued into OFA allows him to be taught

As for the friendships, a lot has changed here. There are many cons to having the world be haunted as hell but the pros are that we get new friendship dynamics.

For one, Midoriya, Tokoyami, Shinsou, and Kirishima are a friend group who's main goal is to figure out how to stop the Wraiths and collect stories on people who were victims of them to perhaps fight back or even banish them completely.

Kaminari, Todoroki, and Sero meanwhile are another friend group who is also investigating the Wraiths but in the aspect on what they are and what their pasts may be, well it's more of Kaminari and Todoroki investigating while Sero desperately tries to get them to take a break.

Ojiro and Ashido are also a duo here, more specifically a duo who really just decides to say "No" to the horrors and go on with their day. They're pretty much the Ghost Files duo and they simply just keep on vibing despite the Wraiths trying to get them.

Where's Bakugou in all of this oh uh. Don't mind that! He'll be there soon after Kamino he's there just. Not right away!

Anyways some art under the read more!

^^^ Kirishima's moms. They're great.

^^^ Picture of Kudou in his intimidating glory. Don't fuck with him.

^^^ Finally Shinomori. He's probably putting someone into paranoia as he's talking to them. He's the "nicest" one

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katsuizu-stuff · 1 year

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why do so many mha male characters have scars?

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And you know what’s funny? That Bakugo has meet all of them except for the second user of course, but Bakugo does get compared to the second user if that counts for anything….

#why do they all have scars #and the fact that Bakugo meet them all is hilarious #hawks #endeavor #dabi #shoto torodoki #kirishima ejirou #the second user #midoriya izuku #Deku

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welovethecloudboytoomuch · 2 years

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Do I have anything to back this up?

Does this make a little more sense than the time-travel theory?

Maybe?

Do I believe this 100%?

Yes

#this is just a theory that several of my fic ideas hinge on so i needed to make a diagram in order to explain #mha #bnha #mha vigilantes #third ofa user #3rd ofa user #crimson riot #soga kugisaki #kirishima eijirou #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #welovecloud

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poppyrocky · 1 year

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RIP MOBILE USERS

feel free to use these for whatever you desire

Don’t ask why I made this

#my hero acedamia #mha #deku midoriya #todoroki #mha uraraka #bakugo katuski #toga mha #bnha tsuyu #mha kirishima #mha mina #bnha eri #meme #cursed #why did i make this #rip mobile users

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chaosverse-mainblog · 8 months

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This is basically “How Second began to fear Izuku”, but with more story

#mha au #shigaraki yoichi #third ofa user #midoriya izuku #second ofa user #shouto todoroki #mina ashido #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #hikage shinomori #nana shimura #bakugou katsuki

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 2 years

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From Green to White to Back Again

From Green To White To Back Again by GalaxyDj

It was three am, absolutely no one should be up at this ungodly hour, yet here Hitoshi was, standing in the doorway of the kitchen like he had just seen a ghost. Or maybe he was seeing a ghost because whoever the person in front of him was, it certainly wasn't Midoriya.

Or,

Izuku gets possessed by the past users of One For All.

Words: 3206, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kirishima Eijirou, Tokoyami Fumikage, Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki, Toogata Mirio, Iida Tenya, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Past One For All Users

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Past One For All Users

Additional Tags: One For All Quirk Haunted by Past One For All Users' Ghosts, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Possession, Of The Benevolent Kind, All The Users Of One For All Have White Hair, Except All Might, Crack, Rated teen for swearing, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40770570

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Hitoshi Shinsou #OFA Users #Eijirou Kirishima #R:T #A:Galaxy

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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aali help i wanna piss off kiri so bad :( be just arch nemesis :( his fated enemy :( the villain in his story :( i wanna constantly be at his throat to the point where he can’t stand me n has no choice but to try n put me in my place or die trying every time he sees me. send help this is an illness atp

eijirou kirishima gets a long with everyone— absolutely everyone.

kids love him, he ruffles their hair and only gives them candy if they’re good to their mum’s who oogle his arms when they think he’s not looking. the old ladies adore him whenever he passes them by in the cafe he gets his smoothie at every morning ( the baristas have a thing for him too ), the old sweethearts will give him a hard candy and a pinch to the cheek just for saying hello.

he’s kind, and warm, always serves with a smile and stops by to help.

everybody loves eijirou kirishima.

everybody except for you.

for some reason, you insist on hating him. refusing his help when he holds the door open tor you or offers to carry your bags, you look at eijirou like he’s stupid in patrol meetings and reject his rides home from work. you’re mean— and it annoys him. there’s only so much a man can take before he snaps and has to do something about the problem.

“not so tough, are ya now?” eijirou can be mean too, he can grip you by the cheeks and force your body into the wall, keeping you up against it by the brute strength of his his hips as they canter into yours— heavy, girthy cock carving its shape into your slippery malleable insides. all you can do is hiccup, keening into the red head’s every move even if you attempt to move your head away from his grip. “d’aw, don’t be like that sweetheart…you don’t like it when i’m mean? when i fuck you up like this; treat this nasty cunt like she deserves?”

please, you can’t tell if the way kirishima folds you up, knees into your shoulders as a bulky arm wraps around your soft middle makes you love him or hate him more— either way you’re cock drunky, hungry for the way his veiny shaft bullies it’s way into you accompanied by the wet slap, slap, slap that trickles into your symphony of hiccups and gasps and high pitched whines. “y-you’re such an…awful person,” you stutter out as kirishima licks the salt sweat from his Cupid’s bow— pulling all the way out of your creamy cunt, white with your own juices, fluttering at the suction sound when there’s not an inch of kiri left inside you.

eijirou smirks, resting his glistening cock on your pelvis, tip leaking a ways way above your belly button, entire shaft throbbing against your soft tummy. “takes one to know one, eh?” he grins sweet at you; ruby eyes though coloured with hatred shining with lust. “you’re just the awful person who likes gettin’ fucked like a filthy bitch.” then he’s grinding that seedy, achingly red tip of his into your swollen clit; hissing through his sharp teeth as he pushes back into your blistering heat with ease, chuckling at how you welcome him home, pussy pulsing with desire. “such a nasty, fuckin’ girl, huh sweetheart?” he adds, punctuating each of his words with a hard thrust into your guts.

“w-watch it, red.” you’re in no place to warn kirishima, feeling like his cock is in your throat, back arching up to meet his pace.

eijirou thumbs at your clit, sending your eyes back into your skull, his mouth hanging open to mock your moans. “w-w-watch it red!” he teases, stimulating you so fast; so fucking hard you don’t know what’s up or what’s down. “do me a favour, sweetheart, and come up for air. let me help you out just this once, and make this pathetic pussy cum. okay?”

his words make you drip, coating his thighs in a sticky sheen of your arousal and all you can do is look up at the sinisterly sexy eijirou kirishima and speak with just the tears of pleasure in your eyes.

okay.

#kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima thirst #kirishima x you #eijirou kirishima smut #bnha smut #bnha thirsts #tteokdoroki #💐. user margot #🖇. moots #💌. you’ve got mail

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nemovanilla · 1 year

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I think im going to make a long (looooooooooooooong) post about bkdk soon. It might not be ready for a while but I am making one because I have now given one too many rants to myself while walking in circles. Someone else needs to hear my thoughts or I am going to go crazy.

#the reason I didn’t do it before was because I wanted to wait for the manga to be over first but I think it could be a while #mha #bnha #bkdk #there will be lots of uraraka worshipping too #probably will bring up kirishima #iida and todoroki Will be mentioned without a doubt #hmm. all might maybe?#definitely their parents #the ofa users and ofa in general #hmm. wow this is going to be a lot.

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kentocidal · 9 months

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lucky winner

users: piercer!bakugou x afab!fem!reader x tattoo artist!kirishima

internal warnings: descriptions of needles/tattoos/piercings as they occur, long fic, wow there's plot in this!, consensual threeway, established krbk, oral (m and f!receiving), piv, spit, size kink, light dacryphilia, spitroasting, inaccurate positioning, ask to tag

internal notes: three way won the poll so i went ham. my fault og. final word count somehow came to 5.2k ish.

new notifications: @kaedescara

you stared blankly at the notification on your phone, wide-eyed and jaw agape. you blinked slowly, rubbed a hand down your face, and then clicked your phone off and back on again. the screen lit back up to your screensaver and the single notification that sat covering it. ‘@sincitytattoojp tagged you in their story! check it out!’

you looked up from your phone to your friend, who you now realized was calling your name and snapping her fingers. “uh, hello? earth to y/n? what’s going on? did your ex message you or something?”

“i think i won something.” you mumbled, turning your phone to show your friend. she furrowed her brows together and took your phone from your hand, studying the notification before cracking a grin.

“is this that tattoo parlor in tokyo that you keep talking about hypothetically going to?” she laughed as she punched in your passcode and opened up instagram, pressing on the icon to the parlor’s instagram story.

you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someone’s hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, “congrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.”

you swallowed thickly and looked up at your friend. “i won the fucking raffle. i won the nine hour session.”

your friend sucked in a breath before laughing and lifting her glass to you. “godspeed, soldier.”

you looked back down at your phone and clicked back to rewatch your name be pulled from the bowl. you had entered the contest on a whim – you hadn’t expected to win. you had reposted the parlor’s picture and tagged your three closest friends to enter a bid into becoming a human canvas for a day, i.e. getting tattooed and pierced until you tapped out. the parlor owners couldn’t seem to decide on whether to call it the human canvas contest or the no mercy challenge, not that it mattered. both fit the bill to describe what you had just won.

you swiped up on the story.

you: i dont know whether to be terrified or excited.

@sincitytattoojp: both, sweetheart. sign this and get it back to us [1 attachment]

you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.

sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends.

you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just… inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.

you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.

the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively.

you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.

your thoughts got clogged almost immediately when a brick wall of a man rounded the partition, scratching the back of his neck and staring down at you with big red eyes that looked curious, almost playful. he had to have been at least six-five, looming over you with broad shoulders and bulky arms that were covered in tattoos that went all the way down to his knuckles. his red hair was tied half-up half-down, the black roots at his forehead showing through.

you gaped at him like a fish out of water, face starting to feel warm as he glanced you up and down, and then smiled, revealing a wide set of sharp sharklike teeth. “aye, kats! i think she’s here!” he called over his shoulder before stepping behind the front desk. “you’re our pretty contest winner, right?”

“uh-”

“my name’s eijirou kirishima. i’m the main tattoo guy here.” he grinned at you, boyish and peppy, and it stifled your nerves somewhat as you returned the smile, but you were flustered beyond belief. you had seen the videos of him tattooing, you knew at least that his hands were big, but not the rest of him.

“ah, yeah, hi. i’m y/n. it’s nice to see your fsce for once.” you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.

“yeah, we’re not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyo’s a big place, we don’t want the extra attention, yknow?” he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. “i know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.”

you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. “just so you know, you can say stop at any time. we’re not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we won’t do it. stuff like that. okay?”

you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. “i know. i’m all good.”

“awesome. you seem like a real trooper.” he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you.

you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.

“bakugou! come on, man! she’s all good!” kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishima’s partner sounded from the back of the shop.

“i fucking heard you the first time, i’m not fucking deaf!”

“well, just hurry up!” kirishima laughed and turned back to you. “sorry, he’s a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. i’m clean, but he’s a neat freak.”

“who’re you calling a neat freak, red?” a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.

he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishima’s full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.

you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugou’s eyes drifted over you. “name’s katsuki bakugou. you’ve already met red. didya sign the form?”

“uh, yes. all of the forms.”

“great.” his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. “so, where did you want to start her?”

you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugou’s back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishima’s hand on your back.

you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasn’t an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a person’s back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be… enjoyable.

you felt kirishima’s free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasn’t wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldn’t be entirely sure.

kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugou’s head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.

“so,” kirishima’s low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, “i don’t really see any ink on you. is this your first time?” you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, hun.”

you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. “it’s- it’s fine. no, it’s not my first, but it’s my first big one. i’ve got a little one on my ankle.”

“your ankle?” he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. “who did that for you? wasn’t us.”

“right, yeah.” you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. “just an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.”

“ankle’s a rough place for a first tattoo,” grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. “how’d you sit for that?”

“it hurt, but i liked it.” you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.

“hm. it’s real cute on you, but i would’ve done it a little different.” his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. “i could touch it up later.” he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.

“yeah, okay…” you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishima’s weight and the power of bakugou’s gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishima’s hands left indents in your skin as he worked.

your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldn’t be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.

bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. “you said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?”

you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.

“don’t tease, kats.”

“‘m not teasin’. i was just sayin’ that i agree with her.” bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.

kirishima’s free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.

“you’re sitting really well for this, doll. ‘m proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.”

you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.

you didn’t say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.

kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldn’t wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. “so, how ya feelin’?”

“good,” you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. “ready to move on, i guess.”

“hope you don’t mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.” he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.

“i don’t mind at all. my friend didn’t believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.”

“that so?” bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. “anyway, what’re you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?”

“ah.” you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. “i was, uh. i was thinking i could get my… i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?”

kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. “sure, whatever. it’s definitely not the worst pain, though.”

“really?” you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.

“mhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.”

you flushed and shook your head. “no thanks. i think i’ll stick to this for now.”

“okay.” bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an ‘up’ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.

you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. “ah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.”

“no! no, it’s fine.” you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.

you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. “lay back. slow.”

you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.

bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.

“so this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. it’ll make the pain a little easier to handle.”

“okay.”

“i’ll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.” he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.

“you can’t have any fuckin’ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till they’re fully healed, you got that?”

you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. “no worries there.”

“you sure?” bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.

you didn’t get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. “you can squeeze my hand so you don’t pass out.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didn’t answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishima’s. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-

“alright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.”

you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiri’s hand, gripping it tightly.

your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. “relax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.”

“aw, she’s cryin’.” kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.

“one more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.”

“already?” you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.

you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. “breathe in deep, good fuckin’ girl.”

you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishima’s hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.

you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. “you did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?”

you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.

“what do ya think?” bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.

“they look… really nice.”

“really sexy, more like.” kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.

you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugou’s free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. “you okay?”

“y-yeah.”

“you need a break?”

“i think so.”

bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. “let’s take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?”

“what?” you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.

kirishima laughed, “come on, doll. i know you didn’t come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothin’.”

“you can say no.” bakugou’s hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. “we’ll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-“

“wait.” you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. “you’re not- together?”

“well, yeah, fucking obviously we are,” bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, “but if we see a hot chick, we’re not gonna say no.”

“true.” kiri was practically purring.

they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.

you took a deep breath and pouted. “just don’t make me get an infection on my new piercings.”

“never.” bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugou’s added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.

bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. “look at that shit, red. she’s already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokin’ her.”

“figured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.” kiri’s meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.

you gasped, and kirishima’s mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.

you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.

kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. “lay back, doll.”

he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. “kats, i’m takin’ her mouth first, mkay?”

“hm?” bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. “oh, yeah sure whatever. i’m getting a taste first.”

“someone’s got an oral fixation.”

“shut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.”

you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.

you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. “ah, i-i don’t know if i can fit-“

“shh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?” kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.

you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugou’s face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.

you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.

you couldn’t respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.

“shh, careful, careful. breathe.” his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.

you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. “she tastes fuckin’ good.”

“yeah? y’think so?”

“yeah,” bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishima’s mouth.

kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugou’s fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugou’s wrist in the other. he made sure bakugou’s fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. “shit.”

“mhm.” bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.

you cried out and gagged again on kirishima’s fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.

“poor babydoll,” bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, “she can hardly breathe, eiji.”

“she’s doin’ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.”

“i can fuckin’ see that.” bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.

your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishima’s free hand. “fuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.”

“if- if you think her pussy’s tight, wait till you feel her throat.” kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand over you.

you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.

kirishima’s hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.

kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. “oh fuck yeah, fuck, ‘m gonna cum-“

“already? pathetic.” bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.

he didn’t pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.

you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugou’s thumb returned to your clit.

“come on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock first. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel ya squeezin’ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.”

your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.

kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugou’s cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugou’s cheek. “you wanna fuck her throat next?”

“fuck yes i do.”

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"Eventually . . ." Chapter One - "Meeting The Villains"

Warnings for Ch. 1: Discussion of villainous acts, Mention of canibaliam, Mention of murder, Trauma, Not proof read

We start our story at the front door of one of the worlds most dangerous Villains, "Blood Riot". Most known for killing and eating people, she manages to keep herself well hidden. Goddess knows what might happen if she doesn't, with all the cops and Pro Heros.

Izuku Midoriya is a careful person. Phaser had finally tracked this specific Villain down for the upcoming mission. He had dug up their past. He was confident that they couldn't refuse his offer. "Hopefully this will be quick. I don't want to be away too long" Izuku thought to himself. As he approached the door, Putting one of his masks on. And knocked politely. He waited. After a while he heard footsteps he prepared himself. He had dealt with other villains so he thought he knew what to expect. What he did NOT expect was a Girl around his age opening the door and looking at him suspiciously! I swear if phaser gave me the wrong address. He recognized her from the photos he's been looking through as Miss Kirishima. One of my prime suspects for Blood riot's Identity. So I suppose I can interrogate her.

Ejina slowly looks this . . . Broccoli Boy up and down, skeptical about what he may be there for. "Excuse me," the boy starts, his vice is anything but intimidating. "I happen to be looking for a 'Blood Riot', ring any bells?"

Ejina narrows her eyes slightly. Was he working for the heros? was it possible that- Hold on, Eji, don't think like that. lets see what he has to say.

" . . . Why would you be looking for her . . .?" she asks slowly.

Deku fixes his tie before saying in a calming tone voice “strictly business reasons. I wish to speak with them about a matter of great impotence. So I ask you if they might be located here?”

"So serious . . ." Ejina sighs, barely stopping herself from groaning like a school boy who just found out there's a suprise quiz on something he didn't study for. Ejina was Not, in any way, a serious person. But she could put on the mask, for now. ". . . . Do you really want to see her . . .?" even she's suprized about how dark her voice grows.

To her (not) suprise, his own voice gains a slight chill to it as he responds “If I didn't want to see her then I wouldn't have risked going out in public Would I?” Damn. Fair though, I suppose . . .

takes a deep breath before walking back into the house, leaving the door open, inside is dark, and he isn't able to see where she went, but her voice says “come in.”

As the door opens to reveal the darkness Deku fidgets with his bracelet under his suit sleeve. Even if this was a trap I could make it out ok. And had no idea of my arrival. So it should be safe for me. He glances at his watch then slowly walks through the door with his mask still on. After all, it was more threatening than his actual face.

Ejina closes the door behind him, before walking past him into the darkness, her wings closing tightly around herself. She pretends he's not there now, carefully going to her living room so she could chat with this fellow villain.

He follows closely behind her. Keeping pace with her. Well if things go south I still have all of that blackmail. She’ll have no choice but to help me. I’ve already won this battle. He smiles under his mask.

Eventually, Ejina turns on a set of lights, and a living room seems to suddenly appear from the darkness, she sits down in a Lazy Boy chair, looking at Deku. "Have a seat, if you wish" she gestures to a couch, she sits up straight. "You wanted to speak with me . . . on 'Business', correct?"

“Thank you but I would prefer to stand for now. Now just to be perfectly clear. You are Blood Riot, yes?” He tilts his head sideways as he asks the question.

“I am . . .” she leans forward onto her hand, not seeming concerned or worried. In fact, she looked rather calm, relaxed. Yeah, Don't let him see your nerves.

Deku starts to pace back and forth looking down in thought. “You know your not an easy person to find?" She smirks softly, That means I'm doing good on that front. "It took me a bit but I found you in the end. I require your. . . . set of skills." My set of skills? Killing and eating people? guitar? flying . . .? "For a mission I plan on doing.”

“Oh-?” she tilts her head, a ghost of a smile still on her face, her wings relax a bit. This guy seems so dull . . . . I wonder . . . “May I ask what this mission may be?”

Gotcha “I Need to procure an object of great importance. But the place its located is . . . extremely risky. To say the least.” Risky huh? how bad could it possibly be?

“I see . . .” she looks at her ceiling, sighing a bit. “What is this, ‘extremely risky’ place you speak of?” its very apparent she's tired of talking so formally. She's . . . . never liked it . . .

“To be precise. A Bank. So here’s the deal. You provide protection for one of my agents while they make sure nobody knows we were even there. And you can take whatever you want when were in the vault. It where A significant amount of “Pro heroes” Keep there mostly ill earned wealth. So there will be no shortage of money to composite you for your involvement. All I want is something stored there.” . . . well, I never signed up as a body guard. however. this boy intrigues me.

She looks at him, and her seriousness finally falls away. “Sure, man. Its been a while sense I worked with someone but it could get interesting.” she stands up, stretching herself and her wings, taking a deep breath.

“Well unfortunately for yo-” He freezes. “Wait, you agreed? Just like that?”

“Yeah . . .?” she tilts her head, “might as well, I don't talk to many people anymore anyway.” she pauses, Hold on- wait- “now- what’s unfortunate for me?”

He pauses to compose himself. “Nothing. I just didn't expect you to agree so . . . fast.”

“What do you mean, broccoli boy?” she raises an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“I Said I meant Nothing Riot. Do you have hearing problems?” He crosses his arms.

She huffs slightly, her tail flicking. “You seem so sure.” she sighs, “alright, whatever. Are we leaving now or was this a kinda- go early so you have more time thing . . .?” she tilts her head.

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w0rmm1lk · 4 months

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Texting.

Reader: not mentioned.

characters: all characters i write for (besides kota and eri)

type: can be read as both platonic and romantic

sumarry: how i think the mha characters would text.

warnings: possible swearing, denki being denki.

👾Mina Ashido👾

she abuses her emoji privledges. like nobody will ever receive a message from her that doesn't have an emoji. lots of all caps.

👓Tenya Iida👓

oh you were texting him? bitch writes as if he's writing a formal email. your ass is lucky that he doesn't start that shit off with "I hope this message finds you well.". not even kidding will proof read every message he sends at least twice.

♾️Ochaco Uraraka♾️

will end every message that isnt on a serious topic with :D. its so sweet tbh.

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

this man uses so many abbreviations that even if you think you use a lot just know you're learning a new one everyday. not even kidding makes up his own shit. once sent mina "lmkiydthesicci" and nobody could figure out wtf he meant. lowkey flirting with every mssg he sends. every single person in the class, girl or not has received a message from him that just says "hey bbg ;)". he received a very long lecture from iida and a very confused reply from todoroki. todoroki didn't actually know wtf bbg meant. thought he misspelled bbq at first.

🪨Kirishima🪨

unironically sends messages that just say "rawr". uses the :} face a lot bc he thinks it looks like his unbreakable.

🐙Mezou Shoji🐙

i feel like he has such a low screentime that if anyone needs to text him he's only available for like an hour a day. accidentally leaves ppl on read. messages seem very bland usually.

❄️Shoto Todoroki🔥

another bland person but tbh hes the worst out of them all. like he can look at a whole paragraph asking him if he wants to go to the movies with the rest of the class and all he will reply with is just "ok." uses periods at the end of every message but I swear he's not mad.

💥 Bakugo💥

if he receives any messages past 8pm the "reply" will be you getting left on delivered even if he's still up, or a message just saying "shut the fuck up and go to bed.". also bland but he's more of a "k" bland rather than a "ok." bland.

🥦Izuku Midoryia🥦

he will not even kidding receive a message that just says "hi" and will send a whole paragraph that is basically just a lengthened "hi! how are you?". uses the smiley emoji a lot.

💫Momo Yaoyorozu💫

lots of ! at the end of messages, you can feel the happiness through your phone screen. uses heart emojis at the end of messages and memorizes the meaning of each color so she can use them accordingly.

🖤Shihai Kuroiro🖤

another :} user, sometimes uses :] but mainly :}. only ever texts ppl at hours like 2-4 am. you cant convince me he gets enough sleep.

👔Neito Monoma👔

you think hed text you?/j kinda just an average texter, any message about class 1a will be in all caps.

😈Dabi😈

oh look. another bland ass texter, at least he takes the time to actually type out "okay," only sends emojis if he's talking about how weird the emoji looks.

🔪Himiko Toga🔪

uses :] all the time. not :}, or :). just :]. if anyone texts her, even if its just a simple "hi." and she isn't busy, congrats you've agreed to a 3 hour face time call.

✋Tomura Shigaraki✋

he leaves everyone on read. if you question why he left you on read all you're getting is an "if its so important then talk to me face to face."

🃏Mr. Compress🃏

so you know how earlier i said you were lucky Iida didnt start with "I hope this message finds you well,"? your luck ran out. he writes it like you're a long distant friend who he is sending some fancy ass shit letter to. not even kidding ends each message with "--Compress."

🪽Hawks🪽

types so fast his phone doesnt even register his hands. half his messages be looking like "se tht ouds ood". he doesn't even bother to edit it or correct himself.

👁️Aizawa👁️

he texts like a dad. texting this mf be like:

"ok👍"

"*photo of a weird boat*"

🌙Midnight🌙

miss girl uses so many ;) that its hard to tell if shes suggesting something weird or not. ended every greetings message with that one kissy emoji.

🙂Mirio Togata🙂

uses the 🙂 all the time because he thinks it looks like him. it does.

🌀Nejire Hado🌀

lots of !!! and :D, also uses the :> a lot lol. lots of blue heart emojis aswell.

🦋Tamaki Amajiki🦋

sends articles about different butterflies he likes or thinks the person he sends it to would like along with a message along the lines of "I think this fits you :]". rarely texts first but when he does he clicks send and sitts on the other side of the bed as his phone while staring at it intensely, just waiting for the reply notif. wont actually read the reply for a good minute.

🐈‍⬛Hitoshi Shinsou🐈‍⬛

sends photos of random animals he sees while out and about. usually just cats. (no way this man doesn't feed the strays around ua) another person that only texts at night time.

🛠️Mei Hastume🛠️

uses >:D a lot, shows blueprints of her new babies all the time, ngl they are usually rlly messy. texts are just :

"LOOK AT THIS NEW BABY IN PROGRESS >:D"

"* incomprehensible image of a blueprint *"

⭐Yo Shindo⭐

uses the thumbs up way to much but like in the passive aggresive way yk? but also if you send him a photo of something ur proud of he will reply with a simple "oh that's cool!" but there's so much fucking emotion behind it ur just kinda like ???