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a bunch of mutauls i follow on the gram have read my fics and thye don't even know its by me usrghrijgois

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guess who fucked the deserted island monster

would you survive on a “deserted” island

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ayo ur girl may get a real bf in some time

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ungaying myself because of people like this

reblog if you’re homophobic

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lazy mornings with them !

✸ ft. bakugo, deku, todoroki, hawks, & dabi

✸ info & warnings: fluff, suggestive

✸ BAKUGO — 

whether he has work or not, katsuki always wakes up before you. so on mornings when he doesn’t have any place to be, he takes on the task of being your alarm clock. his hands wander over the expanse of your warm, naked skin in hopes of peacefully rousing you. the pads of his fingers trail up your arms and down your abdomen, only stopping when he’s reached your thighs. after giving them a squeeze, he massages the flesh in the grasp of his palm, kneading away as your eyes finally begin to flutter open. if he’s feeling particularly brazen, his hand will dip between your thighs as he nibbles at your ear, fighting back a grin at your surprised gasp. once he’s had his fun teasing you, he’ll reluctantly get up with a groan and tell you to meet him in the kitchen for breakfast.

✸ DEKU —

izuku’s favorite way to wake up is to the sight of you. on days that he has extra time to spend lounging in bed, he often finds himself watching you sleep. he can’t bring himself to touch you; he doesn’t think your tranquil expression is meant to be disturbed. you always look so ethereal when the sun peeks through the curtains and illuminates your face. but when the bright rays shining on your eyelids eventually wake you up, he’ll give you your turn to admire him. he silently smiles as you trace and tap at his freckles and his cheeks heat up when you start paying special attention to his scars. despite the fact that they’re no longer painful, izuku finds it cute that you’re still so gentle when you touch them, your lips only lightly brushing the blemished marks.

✸ TODOROKI —

positive, loving touch has never been a constant in shoto’s life, so being greeted by your figure clinging onto him first thing in the morning is a pleasant surprise. he never wants to move in fear of waking you, but he can’t help but reach out so he can feel you, even if it is just running his thumb over your knuckles or lightly drawing abstract patterns on your bare back. he freezes when you begin to stir, but seeing the sleepy smile pulling at your lips sets him at ease. while you holding onto him as you rest brings shoto immense comfort, he’ll always prefer being able to see your sparkling eyes. he whispers “good morning” as you wriggle your way up so you’re able to see him more clearly. instead of repeating the words, you trace the outline of his lips before planting a kiss on them.

✸ HAWKS —

early mornings and late nights are easily keigo’s favorite parts of the day, the simple reason being that he gets to spend them with you. he rises when the sun does and doesn’t waste any time before reversing your positions in bed so he’s on top of you. he carefully hovers, littering kisses along your collarbone until you’re up with him. he expects your hand to find a home on his head and for your fingers to tangle is his messy honey-colored locks. as you’re busy combing through his hair, he’ll rest his head against your chest and listen to your heartbeat. your relaxing movements in addition to the soothing sound are almost enough to draw him back to sleep, but the thought of losing valuable time with you is what keeps him up. though, he certainly doesn’t mind continuing to use you as a pillow for a while.

✸ DABI —

mornings, to dabi, feel like a moment truly meant for only the two of you—a moment when he doesn’t have to share you with anyone at all. he has every intention of taking full advantage of this time. one of his arms slips beneath you as the other drapes over your midsection, effectively trapping you in his hold. he’ll nuzzle his nose into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, tickling the sensitive skin. while he’s there, he takes the opportunity to deeply inhale a whiff of you. the combination of your shampoo and moisturizer makes for the sweetest scent dabi’s ever smelled. it’s intoxicating and has the man’s clutch on you automatically tightening as it floods his senses. he knows it’s unrealistic, but he wants to keep you locked away and in his arms as long as he can.

thanks for reading! comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

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Hey hey hey!

My biggest ick is when writers write a fic and do not do their research before about big things. Like they just relay what they think about a place or object without actually reading about it at first. Like I don't expect u to do a research paper but it would be nice to know you did your research and googled a bit... maybe I'm just being to sensitive? Idk

Also im not new to your blog but i just wanted to interact more - so if its okay can i be eros anon ?

eros 💘

bestie i get it, it’s like for a second u go meh kind of throws u offf

it’s ok u can go off we’re nit picking on the littlest things here (we petty) 😀👆🏼

AND YESS!!! welcome eros 😍😍😍😍❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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MY BIGGEST ICK IS (I AM SORRY IF THIS OFFENDS ANYONE) when they use english name tho the setting is in japan like .... its ok if its for one or two characters but if ALL the minor characters and etc uses english name.. i personally feel like it dont make sense

no no i totally get that,, its like why everyone jake and john this is based in japan for the most part :...,,,,,. I feel my character as "y/n" also doesn't fit cus im not japanese either

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Ick is when they write in first person like “I got up for class and walked..” it just sounds weird

I HATE reading shit in 1st person. Like even in like normal novels, i hate reading 1st person.

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ick is when they do like “y/n’s long flowing hair” “y/n’s peitie frame” or “_______ stared at y/n and her (random specific trait)” it’s very self incert-y

IKR i get you. the other one is when they make the y/n character fit like the most horrible personality ever. uk those

"y/n did not like going to parties or having friends she was shy and quirky but her beautiful best friend who she is so jealous of forced her to go."

like nah bruh, thats not me- im the gorgeous bsf.

whenever i try to write i like putting my character in situation where its quite impossible to do anything else other than follow the narrative. You're not given the thought of a choice to make decisions for yourself- you're that trapped.

like with his majesty and his artist, the reader is getting p much blackmailed by the Prince of the nation. she can't do anything about that- at least not alone. she will need help but she's all alone. so in my head it makes sense she's getting pushed around because of how powerless she is.

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what are your icks while reading fanfics? uk parts which make you cringe and u close the app?

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hiii <3 i was the anon who sent u the ask abt whether u r gonna continue w ushijima and incel!sakusa AND I AM SCREAMING AND CRYING IN JOY RN <3 THANK U SO MUCH (i rlly hope i am not being pushy or demanding right now and pls if u feel uncomfortable, pls lmk i will stfu)

its ok, its no pressure at all <33. people have been asking for a part to for that for like months now, ig i should give everyone what they want especially since i hold the power to that XD.

plus, i liked the plot of the original so it's gonna be fun to write. I just hope i can put it out soon, but ughhhh since im like messy college and exam situation here- y'all will have wait like a little. I hope to be more regular on here, like i used to be an year ago.

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college boyfriend shigaraki head cannons

warnings: nsfw content, smut, humiliation, brat/brat taming, public, breeding kink

SFW

shiggy is a software engineering major so half dead looking gamer boy

you taught him how to dye his hair

it was blue and fluffy, you loved it so much

you also taught him skincare, the two of you would do your routines together

he worked at a grocery store, you would hang out with him after work

you thought he looked cute in his little t shirt uniform but he didn’t like how you teased him (even though he genuinely looked good)

he had an apartment and you lived in the dorms so the two of you typically hung out at his place

he lived alone 😏

was a human furnace, literally so warm and nice to sleep on when it was cold in the winters

hanging out consisted of you sitting on his bed and him sitting on his computer

occasionally going out to eat or to the store.

he kept his kitchen stocked and loved it when you cooked for him, (and i mean LOVED IT)

wore all black, but red shoes and a little red fanny pack across his chest

he had a really nice fitted suit he would wear to interviews and his internship, he looked so good in it 

he loved when you wore skirts and dresses, sometimes texted you a screenshot of a dress he thought you would look good in, sometimes he bought them for you

also loved when you wore his hoodies

actually went feral when you wore any of his clothes

you occasionally tried to get him to wear a maid dress but he refused

drove a really nice car, when you asked about it he said something about a rich family member then changed the subject.

eventually when he got tired of homework or video games he would come to bed

most weeknights you two would just cuddle, shiggy liked when you laid on top of him

he also liked spooning and watching anime

he loved romance anime but pretended to prefer violent anime for months

he was pretty shy in big crowds, he mostly kept to himself, he only really talked to you and his gaming buddies

he was real mean to his gaming friends.

part of the fun of going to his apartment was listening to him scream at them over the headset

you had to hold in your giggles because he got mad when you made fun of him

which wasn’t always a bad thing.

he was super nice to your friends, but in a gentle man kind of way 

but he would usually get bored after an hour and want to go home

he loved when you played with his hair. sometimes you would rub his scalp with your long nails while he was gaming or coding and he would lean into you

he wasnt the biggest on physical touch so it was always refreshing when he initiated. 

the best was when he hugged you after a long day, your head in his chest, inhaling his sent.

he smelled good. like fabric softener and mens body wash

he said you smelled like lavender and the color pink

days you spent away from eachother he would text you really random things

basically a really weird meme then beg you to come over

he would always pick you up 

he would always pick you in general

it was never said but the two of you planned to always be together

NSFW

shy in public but incredibly dominant in the bedroom

sent dick pics constantly

sometimes not even hard, just a picture of his pants crotch

he loved showering together but hated shower sex, he liked the vulnerable moment of the two of you embracing eachother fully naked

he would dry you off then fuck the life out of you after 

did someone say do it on every surface of his house and your dorm so you think about getting railed by him wherever you are? 

he was good at that kind of thing 

making you wear his shirt for a few days and send a picture for proof every few hours. 

when you gave it back he sent a video of him jerking off to the smell of you on his clothes

you called him an incel as a joke once and he taught you a very rough lesson that night

that was also something he was good at

but you enjoyed every second of it

had various toys to spice things up

such as handcuffs, a leash, buttplugs, and a lot of vibrators

he loved when you were a brat

aslo loved the skirts he always wanted access to your heat

sucking him off when he was gaming?? oh heck yes

sending him naughty pictures while he was at work? you bet

he def had that vibrator he could control with his phone

you two def used it often

was down for just about anything (except the real weird stuff) but mostly loved showing dominance and when you submitted to him

would absolutely mark you up, you were so beautiful and he respected that your life didnt revolve around him but everyone had to know you were taken

more specifically you belonged to him

he was very good at humiliating you. 

you once mentioned starting a family in the future and thats how the two of you developed a breeding kink

learing shibari together

when he was mad about a video game and would have angry sex with you >>>>>

morning sex before class

cockwarming while watching anime

rubbing each other under the table at resturants

when he drove his hand was always on your thigh

thought pet names were annoying but lost it when you first called him sir

lost it again when you called him daddy

you had only topped him a handful of times

he would call you mommy

but it didnt feel as natural so it was rare

sometimes when he was tired you would ride him

but he was still in control

you always came first

even when he was mad

he never skipped out on aftercare

the best was when he would dry you off with a towel then carry you to the bathroom and talk about mundane things while he ran a bath.

he would give you some time in the bath and eventually join you 

no sex, just cuddles in the warm water

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giving ur new bf shigaraki top <3333

1.5 k words

warnings: oral (male recieving), slapping, degrading, dom shig, slight breath play, starts as fluff ends w smut 

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ᥫ᭡ ─ REPUTATION. ⸝⸝ tomura shigaraki.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ incel!tomura x f!bimbo!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ there's a big frat party going on the day a major project is due, maybe the incel of the school wouldn't mind a deal..

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 1.0k+ wc. sws. quirkless/college au. shiggy is creepy. dry humping. shiggy drools on reader. humilation(?). reader is grossed out by shiggy. shiggy slander. shiggy premature ejaculates 🥺.

this is gonna have a pt. 2 btw 🏃‍♀️💨

the tight clutch you have on the hem of your short pink skirt is out of annoyance, disgust, and discomfort. just sitting near him was already enough, but working with him on a project in his dorm room made you want to gag.

the cans of monster engulfing the small trash can that was barely noticeable in the corner of his room, the pitiful amount of figurines and collectibles that all stood on his cluttered desk alongside candy wrappers and stains of skeptical dried up liquids, the piled-up dirty clothes stacked on a peeled leather chair, and even to the odd smell that lingered in his room, which reminded you of a sewer on a hot day.. or maybe of a wet dog?

you couldn't figure it out and didn't want to.

honestly, out of all the students in the classroom, you end up with the naturally nastiest, weirdest, and quietest one, shigaraki? but, he was smart.. maybe the smartest student out of the entire class– college, but that doesn't make up for your discomfort.. and he can tell you were beyond uncomfortable in his presence, but honestly, he couldn't care about what you were thinking or feeling.

he just wants to get this art project over with.

"i can finish this off. you can leave." the sound of his raspy voice crushing through the thick awkward silence there was made you flinch slightly. it was like the first time hearing this man talk, ever.

your eyes flicker towards him as your glossy lips pucker and your brows furrow at his offer, which sounded like winning buzzers to your ears but you knew you had to stay. and honestly, that was the only thing you knew about this project.

"as much as i want to, shigaraki, but mr. aizawa said that this project is a.. uh.. whatcha ma call it?"

"collaborative?”

"oh, yeah! that weird word! a col-lab-o-ra-tive project and i don't wanna get in trouble for not doing it with you. so, i will stay, sadly.." you say highly. having to break down that big word for your diminutive brain as your sharp pink nails tap at your blank piece of paper in front of you. and that blank piece of paper was was supposed to be filled with notes hours ago.

shigaraki looked at you as if you had a rotting fish for a brain, your thoughts equally foul..

"okay then," shigaraki mutters, twitching his dried-out eyes back to his own paper.. that was filled with crucial notes, "it's not like you were doing anything anyway," he grumbles low into his baggy sweater, not audible enough for you to hear.

"hm, what was that?” you asked mindlessly and he simply ignored you.

you huff in annoyance seeing how he clearly dismissed your question but your head tilts softly to the side, keeping your beaming eyes on his side profile, and your face was contorting the longer you stared at him.

his greasy and unkept pale hair that looks like thick ropes swaying softly around his withered face. his dull crimson pupils in dying need of eye drops scanning over his paper, which they sat above baggy and wrinkly eyelids that drooped in exhaustion. his few deep dry scars that dragged over his right eyelid and the left side of his lips.. those thin uneven lips.. cracked and dried out.. always making it tempting for you to slide over your cheery lip bomb to him.

yet, that small mole under the right side of his lips you thought was..

cute.

“what?” his annoyed face snaps over towards your curious one. your eyes widen slightly at his bitterness, making you pout, your chest to puff upwards and your bare legs to cross over each other out of defense. it was hard for shigaraki to keep his irritated eyes connected with your magnified ones when your skirt traveled upwards from the sudden lift of your leg. though, he could still see the smooth skin of your fleshy thighs in his peripheral view..

“nothing.” you hiss out, but this unwanted tension was quickly overruled by the buzzing of your pink phone across from you.

it was like a magnet.

your head snapping over and your manicured hands reaching out for it and without hesitation, you picked up the dazzling phone without looking at the caller id.

"hey sissy! what are you doing?!" the pitch of your voice made shigaraki cringe. but his perverted eyes took this chance to glance down at your thighs for a better look as you twirled with your hair and mindlessly spoke with your friend about something that went through one of his ears and out the other. the only thing he picked up was,

"party?! can't project. after school. mm, why not? can't make it then.. but maybe.."

you kept babbling on about something he did not care about, at all, he was too focused on your thighs that we're suddenly being more exposed to.. him? the grip he had on his dull pencil tightened the moment he noticed your delicate hand playing around with the hem of your skirt, pulling the soft fabric up higher and revealing more of your skin to him.

wait.

what.

shigaraki's poppy-colored eyes darted up to yours and he almost choked up on his saliva. you were gazing at him with just the right look of heat in your eyes to make a strong pang shoot between his legs that very second. that look of ardor was glossed heavily in your gaze, a chemistry of passion and need, a seed of love, an invitation for him.

you didn't just look at him, you looked into him.

it made his numbing brain wonder why you're gazing at him with such a ravishing intent? it made his brain stutter with questions, but the moment you pulled in your bottom glossy lip by your teeth, only to let it bounce back down into place, shigaraki's brain flat wired.

"okay, i'll see you then.” you hang up the phone with a tedious smile displayed as you began to play with your exposed collar bone lightly as your other tapped softly at your thigh.

"so, shiggy– mind if i call you that, right?" the playful smile you presented to him made his head nod unknowingly.

“good, well, maybe we can work up that offer you said? and i'll pay you back in return?" you flicker your alluring eyes up at him as he just ogled at you with his mouth slightly agape.

"hm? what do you say? it would be very sweet of you if you did," you push yourself forward into his personal space, a hand sliding up his slim thigh to squeeze at. the sudden touch made shigaraki's usual slouch to be replaced by a stiff mannequin pose. "and i'm sure you don't want to give up such a deal, with me." the warmth of your breath layered against his lips; you were so close to him, practically crawling in his lap.

shigaraki was having a hard time forming the right words without them sounding all jumbled up, and it was never a great sign when his conversation-to-be is sounding witty in his head, but he managed to choke out, "w-what, are you trying to do?" he croaked, unfamiliar with a woman's touch.

you giggled sweetly, leaning back with a small pouty smile.

"what do you think, silly? you said you can finish the rest of this alone, yeah? so, you do this for me and i’ll make you cum.” you coo, as the grip you have on his thigh moved over to his groin to show him by what you meant more clearly, as if he didn't get the hint already. and you can feel the obvious tent pressing up against the buckle of his black jeans.

“mm, seems like your up for the offer, huh?"

you tease him, giving his hardness a soft squeeze only for him to buck his hips slightly up into your touch. it made you giggle seeing how sensitive he was and the boggled look in his eyes.

you can see he was visibly sweating, bad, all out of nervousness. his face was so flushed with heat it looked like he was going to have a stroke. hell, he just might because one of the prettiest girls in the entire school is touching him and not just touching him, rubbing his erection. it was like a wet dream he always had with you and he tried biting the inside of his cheek to check if it was because this surely can't be real, right?

a pretty girl like you wouldn't be touching a worthless guy like him.

right?

"sooo?" you squeeze his bulge harder, and this made him realize this was all so very real. it made his head spiral for a second as you felt around the outline of his cock and you were pretty impressed, almost shockingly impressed. the feel of his girth was overwhelming in sheer mass and the small thump you could feel every time it twitched made you unintentionally rub your thighs rub together.

"y-yes, i can finish it. you do whatever you want." the desperation in his voice to finally be touched by a woman is so embarrassing and you can feel him already softly humping against your palm for more friction. it was quite a sight to see and you wanted to see a little more..

even though you were holding back the acid-like vomit in the back of your throat for even touching him. you gulped it painfully down and easily slid into his lap, ignoring that pungent musk radiating from him. the moment you firmly planted your plush ass against his crotch, feeling his impressive erection prodding against your cunt through the soft fabrics of your panties, he let out a pitiful moan. it was so pitiful, yet, so pleasing to hear a man be so desperate for a simple touch from you.

you can tell he's never had this type of contact from a woman– contact from anyone in general. and shigaraki stingily savored this sensation of you rubbing your clothed cunt against his stiffness.

you could feel your velvety walls clench around nothing, cunt fluttering at the friction against your puffy clit as his rough, callused hands suddenly glued themselves to your thighs, squeezing, cupping, and massaging every inch of them. the rough feeling of his hands and the tight grip he has on you made you feel, appreciated..

as his adventurous hands roam around your skin, they fumble at the hem of your skirt and greedily moved it upwards to see more of a view. his mouth watered, seeing the cute little pink panties your wearing that pressed up against his aching bulge. this feeling of this was as if he could perceive your sins through the electromagnetic spark that crackled when his skin connected with yours.

your glossy lips curl as you coil your fingers around the small white buttons of your uniform and slowly began to unbuckle them. shigaraki's rosy eyes beamed straight up at each pop of those little buttons. each one popping open revealed more of your chest, and all the way down to your tummy.

he caught the drool that almost dribbled out from between his lips the moment your breast bounced in front of his face. the sight of your soft and round flesh was something he's never thought he will ever admire.

you smirk, shooting a playful wink at him as you took one of his hands to place on one of your soft breasts. the look on his face was just astonishingly funny to you. it was as if he was a little boy receiving a present he's been longing for on christmas.

and this present made him feel like he was going to cum.

“oh, fuck.” and so, he did.. this sight, this friction between the two of you was too much. so much, it made his eyes clench tightly together and his hips to buck up against you; embarrassingly creaming himself in his tight pants with a hot load of fresh cum, the drool he thought he had swallowed back now dribbling down the fat of your thigh.

the whine he let out as the greedy hold he had on your hips tightened, squeezing at your soft flesh as a safe haven. your jaw almost dropped, already feeling his sticky load seeping through the seam of his jeans.

he is so sensitive you thought, and the whine he let out as he came made you beam. you could still feel his cock throbbing, the excitement he was feeling was unreal, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his as a brutal tease.

“pfft, i knew this would be easy.. you really have never touched a woman before!” hearing you say that with a tedious giggle split his already whittled ego apart. being an average twenty-year-old male in college without the experience of a woman always poked fun at his manhood. but now, hearing it come from a preppy, idiotic school girl like you, who's always made fun of him silently in the back of class with your friends really pissed him off.

“you really are a loser, huh?”

you giggle some more and this set him off the edge internally.

“well, i made you cum, sooo, finish the rest of this? mkay, you weirdo?” you hit at his thumping chest softly before fumbling out of his lap, quickly fixing yourself up.

shigaraki’s breathing is still heavy as he's still struggling to come down from cloud nine. his heavy eyes hood, watching you collect all of your stuff together in your small pink purse. he breathes out, still, in shock that a pretty girl like you made him cum like this.

“anywhore, tell anyone about this, i’ll cut your balls off. i don't want anyone knowing i was touching an incel like you ‘n ruin my reputation.” you chirp out, unknowingly you're making a hatred in his heart for you to deepen.

“wait, wait!” the strain in his voice was harsh, it was as if he was cumming again. your brow cocked up at him, “i’ll do all of you projects for the rest of the year if you—”

“no! perv.. well.. maybe.. i’ll think about it.”

₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭ @getoswhore — refrain from plagiarizing, translating, modifying, and/or reposting my work!

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SO WHAT if he’s a villain and he’s planning to burn the world down. i’ll gladly be of assistance — no blood, no nothing is thicker than that dick. maybe the world deserves it

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you can recall faintly that it’s somewhere between two and three in the morning as you struggle with the packet of ramen in your hands, and the rustling sounds seem so much louder when it’s just you alone in the kitchen of your apartment—your eyes still heavy with sleep and the faint lights of the city outside just barely peeking through the blinds.

you exhale when you finally hear the flimsy packaging between your fingers pop, before the silence settles for a few moments until it’s cut off by a deep mumble that sparks a warmth in your chest, but you’re still startled when it cuts through the solitude.

“what’re you doing, dumbass?” bakugou grumbles and you jolt, whipping your head to the doorway but you soften before you smile when your eyes meet the drowsier red irises gazing back at you. his cheeks are puffing, his face still flushed from sleep and his lips are pulled into a pout as he looks at you through the messy, ash blonde hairs framing his face while the pyjama pants you got him for his birthday sit low on his hips.

“i.. got hungry?” you blink, mirroring your boyfriends pout and you watch his eyebrows pull into a frown before he snorts, taking a few steps to close the distance between you both so he can peer over your shoulder to look down at the ramen in your hands. allowing you to feel the natural heat of his palm rest on your hips and the way he breathes out a laugh at the sight.

“you’re not eating that shit, babe.” katsuki sighs, following his words with a kiss on your cheek before his hand on your hips turns you to face him, allowing you to admire the way the moonlight kisses his features through the open window of your kitchen, and he blushes when he notices you staring because that’s just who he is when it comes to you.

“tsk—just wait, alright.” he huffs, helping you jump onto the kitchen counter with a giggle and you watch his lips smooth into a softer kind of smile when you kick your feet happily, trying to hide the lovesick look in his eyes with a scoff after. katsuki moves naturally, grabbing a few ingredients from the cupboards before he rests the pot on the stove, reaching his hand out to take the ramen that’s still resting in your palms with an expectant look.

“you want it, right?” katsuki breathes and you blink, keeping your silence before handing it over and you feel your heart bloom when his fingers linger on yours a little longer.

“you’re coming back to bed after this.” the blonde grumbles and you smile before kicking your feet once more because letting yourself be loved like this feels nice, you think. it’s just you and him, somewhere between two and three in the morning in the quiet kitchen of your apartment, there’s no five course meal or fancy setting but you still feel so loved when you look up at katsuki and realise his eyes are already on you.

and you soften when you realise that the love you found in bakugou katsuki was best felt like this—with the moonlight pooling around you both as he cooks you your favourite packet ramen past midnight because he remembers you said it tastes better when he makes it, and he suddenly doesn’t care that he’s got an early start in a few hours, because these moments, are meant as an “i love you” from him to you.

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just.. non sexual boob touching with the 1A boys :(

izuku coming home after training, exhausted, achy and creaky, and resting his entire big boy weight on ur body. you wheeze but don’t tell him to get off, instead u stroke his hair and continue scroll on ur little tink tonk app while he puts his face immediately between your boobs. even grabs em and smushes them into his face. makes a little groaning sound, he is so tired and ur boobs are the only thing that can fix it.

“u alright there izuku?”u ask when he doesn’t move for a couple minutes. he just makes a dismissing grunt and peaks up from ur chest, “i love ur boobs.”

you can’t help but laugh and play with hair some more, finally adjusting to his bulk on top of u. he will stay there until ur going to pee urself or the sun explodes, which ever comes first.

shoto will always cop a feel in his sleep. dead of fuckinh night you wake up to this dudes cold ass fingers squeezing that shit like there’s no tomorrow. the first few times u push his arm away but eventually u get used to it and sleep thru, and then u wake up with the birds chirping and the sun shining and his freezing cold hand still on ur titty. at first u though maybe he was being slick and “doing it in his sleep”, but c’mon, if shoto wanted to he would, call him what you want but he is an honest man above all. when he wakes up, he gives it an experimental squig-squig. he looks to the side and oh, that’s what that was. he gives it another squig-squig and makes a sleepy little laugh, like a mangy teen boy thag just searched ‘naked girls’ for the first time,

“nice,” he will murmur.

dirty little man.

katsuki is a guarded little guy, until it comes to you. your presence is just about the only place he isn’t embarrassed to be silly or affectionate or care to much. he doesn’t have to worry about his image with you, because he’s already let you in, and you already love him, so there’s no pretending to do. so, when you say some dumb shit, he doesn’t stop to berate you like he would with other people. which is why he does pretty much anything you tell him to. one day, you were hanging out with each other in your room. he was lying on the bed, reading a book, and you were looking at yourself in the mirror.

“katsuki, i think my boobs are getting smaller.”

“oh yeah?” he didn’t even look up as he answered.

“yeah, can u come check?”

without a second thought, he sets his book down and gets to his feet, meandering behind you.

“hold em and make sure”

and without a single thought bouncing around in his skull, he puts his big man hands on your titties. he cups them and shakes them a little, giving them a little squeeze.

“well, they feel the same to me.”

“ok, that’s good. thank you.”

“anytime.”

...

“you can lie back down now.”

he starts like you just slapped him and scrambles away, letting go of ur boobies and throwing himself back onto bed.

how embarrassing. he is worried he will die.

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