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I love how the Fandon wiki for tomura talks about his trousers.

Exposed ankles! Good heavens! What a whore!

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practicing animatic stuff with tomura ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)

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the urge to gently wash Tomura’s hair and brush it for him

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katsuki who traps you into a tight bear hug whenever he comes back from a long mission, shoves his head into your shoulder and takes a big, looong, hard whiff.

"wah—katsuki !! don't, i—don't smell good !" you whine, like that would stop him. you were unfortunately already used to his antics. you'd come to pick him up early at the airport and hadn't bothered putting on any perfume or anything.

and of course, it doesn't stop him. he growls, arms tightening around you threatening to melt into your ribs. he even nudges his nose even harder, moving into your pulse point and his hair tickling your ear.

"shush, stop squirming—don't move. i wanna smell you."

you groan at his lack of shame. "you're way too blunt about this."

"don't know why i'd have anything to be embarrassed about. wanna smell mine. missed you." he says, mumbling the last time just a little bit quieter. but since he's like, pressed to you you had no problem hearing his words and sigh. "y'smell good.." he adds.

you run your fingers through his hair, fondly rolling your eyes at his weak reassurance. "yeah, thanks.." and he has the nerve to grunt in agreement for succeeding in helping you.

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Tomura would be such a clingy, touchy lover.

He's not very handsy; quirk aside he's just awkward with his hands. Like he never knows what to do with his hands when he talks or stands, awkwardly fidgeting or hiding them in his pockets. He's also terrified of ever making you uncomfortable and often hesitates when reaching for your hand.

However he loves having you close by, and loves feeling you against him. If you two are standing, his arm is always draped across your shoulders. If you two are sitting, he'll always be right up against you. His shoulder presses up against yours or he'll lay his head on your shoulder. Both your and his thighs are always pressed together as he sits next to you like it's a crowded bus or train. He just always has to be right up on you, basically super glued to your side. He likes to lay his head in your lap too when he's tired and wanting extra attention.

When he's feeling especially cuddly, he loves laying against your chest. The two of you will take over the entire couch. You lay with your back against a soft pillow or plushie he got so the arm rest does not dig into your back as your legs spread out so he can crawl in between. He lays his back against your chest, soft hums leaving his lips as he plays a video game or scrolls on his phone. The moment you start playing with his hair and kissing his head oh he just turns into a puddle.

Your presence and physical affection grounds him<3 He loves that physical reassurance of having you right there with him, and knowing he can fully lean into you is so comforting to his heart<3

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YOU'RE SO VAIN!

"are you trying to flirting with me?"

"... did i make it too obvious?"

despite being a hopeless romantic, y/n has never truly experienced love in her life. stuffing her face in romance book, or sobbing to rom-com movies were her way of experiencing something she never had. but what happens when she comes across a fiery, blunt boy, whose flirty comments fly straight over her head?

bakugou x fem! reader

uploads every wednesday and friday!

released:

status: ongoing

content: modern high school au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, first person pov in reader's perspective, third person pov in bakugou's perspective, ooc bakugou sometimes

playlist | regular pinned

i. who i am

ii. take my hand and drive me head-first

iii. so pretty, it hurts

iv. do i like her? no definitely

v. you're so vain

vi. the way you smile

vii. crazy over you

viii. find yourself

ix. sitting alone

x. you'll never change

xi. alone again

xii. one more night

xiii. won't run away this time

THE END.

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MY BABY BOY NEEDS LOVE AND ATTENTION

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me, watching my mutuals post ceaselessly about a fandom i’m not in:

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New Tomu visual

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ft. timeskip katsuki bakugo

summary: you like when he gets upset.

You never start arguments with Bakugo on purpose.

Not really.

But damn if he isn’t fine as hell when he’s pissed.

And right now? Right now, he’s seething.

“What the fuck was that back there?” His voice is rough, low—dangerous—as he stalks toward you, shoulders squared, arms flexing, jaw tight enough to shatter stone.

You should be concerned. You should be explaining yourself. But instead, all you can do is watch the way his chest rises and falls, the fire in those red eyes, the way his lips curl in frustration.

This is bad.

He looks too good when he’s mad.

You press your lips together to stop the smirk threatening to spread across them. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play stupid with me,” he growls, stepping closer, heat radiating off his body. “You got some fuckin’ nerve,” he mutters, jaw tight. “You just gon’ let some extra put his hands on you like that? In front of me?”

Ah. That.

Your lips part, but no words come out. You weren’t expecting this. The way he’s looking at you? Predatory. Dangerous. Possessive as hell.

You should be scared. But instead—

You loved every second of it.

“Answer me,” he demands, voice rough, commanding.

You swallow, tilting your chin up slightly. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

Yeah, you knew what you were doing. Maybe you could’ve pushed the guy away faster. Maybe you could’ve told him off harsher. But where’s the fun in that when it gets this reaction out of your man?

Bakugo’s possessive. Always has been. And when that jealousy flares up, when he gets all riled up, dominant, voice dropping into that rough, dangerous growl—

It does something to you.

You shrug, pretending innocence. “He was just talking—”

Wrong answer.

Bakugo crowds you against the nearest wall, both hands slamming beside your head. His breath is hot against your skin, his scent wrapping around you, heavy with heat and warning.

“Nah,” he mutters. “Try again.”

You bite your lip. “You jealous, baby?”

“Jealous?” He scoffs, but there’s a dark glint in his eyes, something wild, something dangerous. “Nah. But I will remind you who the fuck you belong to.”

Your breath catches. This is serious. This is a real argument. But damn it, he looks so fucking good like this.

You should be apologizing. You should be reassuring him. Instead, you let your fingers trace over his wrist, slow, teasing. “That so?”

His eyes narrow, reading you like an open book. “You think this is funny?”

Your smile is slow, wicked. “I think you like it when I test you.”

For a second, just a second, his breath hitches. Then—

“Tch.” He huffs out a laugh, low and dangerous. “Keep runnin’ that mouth, princess. See what happens.”

Oh, you plan to.

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ft. timeskip Izuku midoriya x teacher reader

summary: he has the fattest crush on you

Izuku Midoriya wasn’t sure when it started. Maybe it was the first time he saw you struggle to carry a stack of textbooks, and he rushed to help, only for you to flash him that warm, grateful smile that made his heart stutter. Or maybe it was when he overheard you telling Aizawa that your favorite coffee was a caramel macchiato, and the very next morning, he just happened to show up at your classroom door with one, acting like it was no big deal.

Either way, he was in deep.

“Morning, Y/N!” Izuku chirped, stepping into your classroom before the first bell. In his hand, a familiar cup. Your favorite coffee. Again.

Your eyes lit up as you took it, fingers brushing his for just a second—not that he was counting or anything.

“Midoriya, you really don’t have to do this every morning,” you teased, though you were already taking a sip. “You’re spoiling me.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just figured you’d need the energy. Long day ahead, right?”

“Yeah, but you have long days too. When’s the last time you let someone bring you coffee?”

Izuku opened his mouth, closed it, and looked away with a sheepish smile. “I, uh… well, I don’t really think about that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you should. Fair is fair, right?”

You took another sip of the coffee he brought you, and oh no, he could feel his face heating up again. You always looked so—so alluring when you did that. Like it was the best thing you’d ever tasted.

“Midoriya?”

“Huh? Oh! Yes!” He straightened up, realizing he’d just been staring at you like an idiot. “Uh—sorry! I just—uh, I should probably get going! Lesson plans and all!”

You chuckled, tilting your head. “Alright, but tomorrow? I’m bringing you coffee.”

His heart skipped. “Oh! Uh—yeah! Okay! That sounds… great!”

He practically floated out of the room, heart pounding. Oh no. He liked you. A lot.

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Going rabid may I pls humbly request either a one shot or a smau of single dad Bakugou and his kids babysitter pls I NEED sustenance 🙏🙏🙏

knee socks

b.katsuki

-in which he fights his feelings for is kids babysitter.

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Chat Is He Real ⋆｡°✩ Hitoshi Shinsou

Masterlist ୨ৎ

my mysterious discord friend is a pro-hero? chat what do i do

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Glitter 𐔌 𐦯 : inspired by this request! I've never really wrote for shinso so tried my best!

Warnings : Gn!Reader, Fluff/Crack, probs OOC, swearing, mention of violence, hospitals, a smidge of angst (i guess???) too much Zelda references

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general taglist 🏷️ : @cristy-101 @cielito--lindo

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is this just me or does nobody else really understand the horrifying implications of the hands tomura has to wear? people just say “haha handyman” and dont think harder about it, but just imagine having to wear your family’s disembodied hands around everyday because some bald fuck made you to “keep the hate closer to your heart.” girl, what the fuck. and even if you dont think tomura is a victim of csa, the idea of wearing your family’s cold, dead hands and feeling all that guilt, rage, disgust, and whatever else all the fucking time and not even being able to remember why is horrifying in and of itself, without even bringing in the fact that all for one is a fucking freak. also, those things have got to STANK by now. no amount of formaldehyde can fix that

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