[angioblasty]

welcome to theda's museum 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 she/her. 20s. east asian.

⋆˚꩜｡ (n) sfw blog with dc and self-shipping. blank and ageless blogs dni. katsuki's lover. osamu's girl. yuta's darling. satosugu apologist. caleb fucker. angst writer and enjoyer.

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[phrear2]

sad feeling to try to mutualbait when the mutual you wanted to bait already finished their tumblr shift for the day

[beybuniki]

someone got a dog

[satochhi]

you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.

“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.

“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”

he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.

“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”

“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”

you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”

he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”

as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”

he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.

it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.

“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.

“i know he does.”

[proletprincess]

love is something you do with your teeth

[crowttore]

Getting your face cradled by hands that kill>>>>>

[angioblasty]

I KNOW IVE BEEN REALLY INACTIVE but. i will come back. however because for the entirety of june i’m basically either on vacation or dealing with other things i really will be quite absent 💔 i haven’t written in so long and i haven’t thirsted over bakugou in so long im going through withdrawal 💔 anyway here’s my occasional life update: some pics i took in korea and japan just this week

[izutwos]

for your idol AU do you think you manage to get everyone’s (your company, twitter, izuku, his agency etc) permission to include him in your music videos 👀 maybe even risqué ones ie your songs about getting Life Altering Izudick

Oughhhh you ask just the right questions every time i have daydreamed about this soooo often. I got like 4 different answers about how we're found out and I think that heavily influences whether or not he can be in one

Option 1 is our PR teams are scrambling cause part of my appeal is that i create sexy music for single 20-40 somethings to b feeling themselves to, and his appeal is being a very family friendly hero who teaches high school kids. they're trying SOOO hard to deny that we have any connection, but the evidence is pretty damning (a fan caught us kissing behind a building). in this case it would be a hard no for a while, should i feel inclined to actually listen to what our publicists are telling us. i have a hard time letting anyone dictate any of my decisions irl and in-verse

Option 2 is our teams run with the idea and start marketing izuku more to women cause its not like they can't see ppl thirsting over him already, and market our relationship as an ideal "goal" to have. I don't think his team would go that far yet as to let me include him in music videos yet cause well. My music is pretty damn risqué and the visuals match. but whenever they feel the need to stir the pot with "controversy" like around hero ranking time or maybe around when im releasing new music, sure

Option 3 is the reason people find out in the first place is cause I asked him to join me for an award show performance. I like to think he can dance pretty well if he's given enough instruction and time to get the choreography down. in this instance we both are really tired of having to hide because at the end of the day, you really only do get one life and we'll both be damned if we don't do what we want with ours. out of the 3 this seems closest to what i'd actually do because people telling my GROWN ass what i can and cannot do irks me deeply. it would be a spite thing lmfao. after that he features whenever i think it makes sense to include him. fans love to try spotting him and make a game of it

Option 4 has to do with my weird half baked idea of a reality competition show where idols and heroes swap jobs. of course we get paired together cause the producers are evil and are trying to actively expose us for views. as it turns out they don't even have to give us a crazy edit, our chemistry is just so LOUD that anyone with 2 brain cells to rub together can figure it out. that man cannot keep his hands off of me to save his life 😭. at some point in the show we have to make a music video so he stars in that one with me :) his visuals are saurrr killer that i start feelin a lil jealous that everyone gets to see it too 💔

holy yap

[angioblasty]

sorry for disappearing on you. guess who went to the mha exhibition tho.

[cullinggame-mycullinggame]

suguru geto most boyfriend to boyfriend

[cullinggame-mycullinggame]

boy who is cool and chill and unbothered until you start dating him and he slowly reveals himself to be 1) jealous 2) clingy 3) possessive the way a criminal in a thriller might unmask himself in its final act

[cullinggame-mycullinggame]

”I’m your boyfriend, right?”

(Suguru always adapts to the role he’s been given with exceeding diligence; you suppose you should have guessed he’d be like this once you started dating.

Still, the cold smile on his lips surprises you.)

”O-Of course you are.” Your tongue stumbles past the vowels, body caught between your classmate— your boyfriend— and the concrete-wall next to the vending machine. You didn’t have time to get anything before you were cornered. Since morning he’s been staring at you with enough intensity to burn your skin like wax, and now, it seems, his patience has run out. ”What’s this about?”

A dragonfly-hum bruises under the pocket of his pulse. Silence nestles itself into the span of one, two, three long seconds. It feels like twenty.

”That’s what I thought.” He lifts a hand to brush his fingers through your bangs, near-tender. ”… but you’re letting Satoru touch up on you like you’re his.”

You blink. You stare.

If you weren’t so flabbergasted, you’d probably laugh. He’d get the same look in his eye that he always does whenever you poke fun at him, intentionally or not— like a cat squinting at the sun.

”Suguru,” you deadpan. ”Are you seriously jealous of Gojo? Satoru Gojo? Our Satoru Gojo?”

…

”Well,” he clears his throat, angling his body backwards, letting you breathe. It’s not quite a step back, but it does the job. You can’t focus well on much when he’s close enough to smell: today it’s citrus oil in his hair and oakwood at his nape. ”Jealous is a bit much. I just don’t want him all over you.”

(It’s hard to tell with Suguru, but you think— you’re almost sure— that there’s some peach-dust at his ears. Gone by the time you think to take a closer look.)

”Well, neither do I.” You scoff, half-hearted. ”Gojo’s just like that… There’s not much I can do. Honestly, he might only be doing it because it bothers you.”

”He is,” Suguru inhales. Exhales very quietly. Eyes curved into crescents, but a sharp slope to his lips. ”Believe me, he is.”

”Then why make it sound like I’m to blame?”

He frowns, only slightly. Something in his brain must have gotten knocked out of order: the line that goes from A to B. That’s not what I meant, he’s probably thinking. I’m only mad at him, not you. You know that. You can see the thoughts flicker in his eyes, watching film on a projector that spins only for you.

”You… aren’t,” he says, smoothing out the crease between his brows with a light shake of his head. His bangs are sticky with sunbeams. ”Okay. You’re right. I’ll be more firm with him from now on.”

”Not sure how much more firm you can be without getting suspended.”

”That’s a risk I’m willing to take, unfortunately.” A full smile. He leans down to kiss your cheek, chaste and sweet. The sound his lips make reminds you of popped bubblegum. ”… Thanks for bearing with me. It annoyed me that he wouldn’t take it seriously, so I guess I’ve been letting it build up.”

”You’re good.” It’s cute, you think. ”It’s cute.”

… Though you didn’t mean to say it.

Suguru blinks. For a moment, you wonder if he’s upset. Some reactionary, masculine reflex. Then his eyes soften, and his fingertips feel hot against your jaw, and his lips are on yours, and you think, oh, he likes it. Nevermind. Kissing him feels like breathing, so your thoughts trail off somewhere around there.

”… Can you say it again?” he asks, low and lulling.

”You’re cute.”

”Not that,” he laughs. ”The other thing.”

…

Oh.

You wrap your arms around his neck, resting your elbows on his broad shoulders. They feel abyssal like this. His body warm through polyester. ”You’re my boyfriend, Suguru,” you murmur at his ear.

He might have shivered just now. You aren’t sure.

”Mm,” a purr thrums through his chest, pleased and rumbling. His throat sounds dry. ”… Yours. That’s right, isn’t it?”

Suguru always adapts to the role he’s been given with exceeding diligence; jujutsu sorcerer, class president, or boyfriend, all in equal measure. It doesn’t surprise you, not really, that it makes him act like this: being yours. Having you. It may surprise Gojo and Ieiri, but they haven’t traced his cells with their fingertips— not like you have.

You’re glad. Pleased. The cat that got the cream. Because Suguru acts more like a boyfriend than you ever could have dreamed.

[angioblasty]

walked past an izakaya for real. this is the stuff in fanfiction. this is where reader phones bakugou when she’s too drunk.

[angioblasty]

i know i literally just got back but im about to go on one long vacation so ill be quite sparse 🧌 i will def still check in tho!

[lonelyfooryouonly]

katsuki snorts the moment he sees you standing there with your messy hair and wrinkled t-shirt. his t-shirt. the thin material barely covers your legs, and clings just enough to show the soft swell of your breasts underneath. his eyes drag over you slowly before he clicks his tongue.

“why are you up?” he asks, already kicking the door shut behind him.

“i wanted to stay awake and wait for you,” you reply, voice hoarse and sleepy as you stretch your arms above your head. a tired yawn slips out right after, your eyes watering slightly.

“tch. i told you to stop doin’ that. you’re not getting enough sleep this way,” he says, brows furrowing as he walks closer. his tone isn’t harsh, just concerned.

“you know i don’t like sleeping alone,” you frown softly, watching him stop right in front of you. he drops his gym bag onto the floor with a dull thud before turning back to you fully.

“yeah, cause it’s sleeping that we do when we’re together, right?” he smirks, voice dripping with sarcasm.

his hand reaches for the hem of your shirt — well, his shirt — fingers rubbing the fabric between them before slowly sliding underneath. the tips of his fingers brush against your bare thigh and hip as he huffs quietly through his nose.

“katsuki, I’m tired,” you mumble, already feeling the redness creeping across your cheeks when his eyes darken.

“too tired to put on underwear?” he asks, fingers grazing higher against your naked skin. you can feel the warmth of his hand even through your embarrassment.

“you always complain it’s in the way,” you shrug weakly and he groans, tilting his head back for a second like you were testing his patience on purpose.

“but you’re still tired?” he asks with a raised brow, staring at you carefully.

you smile at him innocently.

“oh yes, very,” you push his hand away gently before bending down in front of him. the shirt rides up instantly, giving him a full, clear view of your bare ass as you grab his gym bag from the floor.

you hear his sharp inhale behind you.

“take a shower then come to bed… oh, and solve that in your pants, please,” you smirk, glancing back at him as your eyes flick down to his crotch.

his gaze follows yours automatically and he sees the growing tent straining against his sweatpants. his jaw tightens immediately.

“fuck.”

a/n: i present to you katsuki “doesn’t need much to get a hard on” bakugou. tags: @tokkushin @kamislop

[inozuart]

in another life

[tteokdoroki]

everyone says that izuku is a weird pervert but I THINK that katsuki is the real deal here... like hello that man is so disgusting he doesnt even care where u guys are or if anyone's watching, hes rock hard on the airplane begging u to give him a blowjob when theres a literal stranger beside him.

OR or... he fucks you on top of a building when u guys are on patrol. other heroes might be watching? time to show off what they cant have !

i think there is a difference!! izuku is a natural pervert but YOU make bakugou a pervert … like he would be hard on an airplane because you mention in passing you’d love to join the mile high club with him n you purposely press into his thigh during take off — rubbing against him, saying you’re scared cause you knowwww bakugou loves being your big protective man of course he’s hard and you smell so good and you’re sitting so close he feels like a pervert loser because you start brushing your fingertips over his sweats like it means nothing when the flight attendant passes by and squeeze his shaft when he forgets to say please and thank you after ordering his plane food

AGAIN he ducks you during patrol because you ask and you go on and on about how sexy katsuki looks when he’s doing his job and saving people. he meets you mid route n lets you strip him down on the top of some abandoned building with your teeth at his ear and filthy words on your lips as you tug your own hero costume to the side n line him up with your entrance cause you couldn’t wait for him to come meet you at the agency HMM

[nitroheart]

I am plagued by the simple thought of watching Bakugo grill shirtless with a backwards baseball hat on.

[takaholic]

Men who go stupid when you call them yours