❥ i love & plan on writing most for attack on titan, one piece, and chainsaw man. the more i fall back in love with shows, the more content there will be!
❥ some of my work can err on the darker themes, but i will always put proper warnings beforehand!
❥ i do not, and will not, ever write about or for minors. everyone i write for will either be an established adult in canon or a timeskipped version of themselves (ie, msby bokuto, pro-hero shoto, etc)
how mean is katsuki? does he spit on you when you’re really pissing him off mid fuck? ):
i love katsuki being mean to you when y’all fuck, he just can’t help but love the sounds you make when he manhandles you.
but i’ll add a little extra hc, cause i can:
prohero!katsuki who has absolutely zero filter in interviews, he doesn’t mind talking about his sex life because he and you knows you’ll always have eachother and no one else.
if someone asks him, he does have a penchant for doggy, he explains, especially when he grabs your jaw from the back to pull your head into his chest, neck hurting at the different angle. he likes to spit in your mouth right there, wiping the drool from your mouth with his thumb while he continues to pound into your poor pussy.
whatever the position, he’s always going to find a way to spit on you, no matter the reason too. “she made a mistake on patrol? i spat in her mouth behind a wall, where none of y’all could see.” the audience erupted in shock at his sudden boldness. “she riles me up at home? i spit on her face while she sucks me off” he continues. “i own her, it’s that fuckin’ simple. she begs me to spit in her mouth too.” he added, smiling wide.
as much as he loves you to death, he’ll treat you like a cheap slut in bed, especially if you piss him off, where he’ll spit on your asshole before pushing his cock inside it, as you squeal in his ears. <3
dottie :3 can you describe older and dadbod!katsuki in your vision :33
older, on his way out of the pro hero game katsuki…
he’s mellowed out for sure but he still has that ego to feed. sure he knows he’s done enough in his life but he still craves excitement; a dormant hunger in him that he does his best to quell. he already had his motorcycle phase, his gym phase, and he bought anything he could ever want with his stacked bank account.
enter: you.
you’re younger than him. by a decent amount, decent enough for some the press to have some thoughts about it.
but it doesn’t matter to him. you bring an excitement to his life, scratch an itch he forgot he had. you love his body, even years down the line when the sharp muscles softened away with years of age. and you never let him forget it.
you paint him with kisses everywhere, whenever you can. on his arms, still big with muscles but less defined now. his back, painted with scars and stretch marks. you love laying your head on his tummy when you two cuddle. he finally stopped holding his breath around you.
opening up a cafe next to levi’s tea shop & he’s so grumpy because it brings around a younger crowd that walk around with their fancy blended coffees.
he bites his tongue until he sees you setting up a patio, leaf blowing around the area onto “his side of the sidewalk” .
and usually you’d grumble back a bit but he’s cute and his deadpan delivery is a little funny, so you just poke a joke back at him and continue to set up your cute little tables.
you guys end up being around each other a lot ever since that day, irritation morphing into a sassy friendship where both of you pretend to ignore how attractive the other is.
he gives you tea to sell in your shop and you name your sweetest, fluffiest drink after him.
(a/n : fluff silliness, a hint of suggestiveness. i believe in bicep supremacy.)
izuku knew the type of day you had by the way you unlocked the door. it crowds around you, clinging onto every fiber of your being.
these were the days he knew he had to pull strings. play your favorite show, order you some food in and give you extra head scratches. he had the system down.
but tonight seemed different. it was so hard to pull you out of your mind, even if just a little. something from work must have been heavy on your chest.
well, izuku had always been good at improvising. he simply pulled you into his arms, cradling you as he reclined on the couch. the small pout you came home in was dissipating, even if only slightly.
he put on the show you couldn’t stop watching, smiling softly as he feels you relax into him. your steady breaths almost lull him to sleep, until he feels you shift just slightly.
then, a pressure. on his upper arm a few inches below the hem of his short sleeve.
you bite down gently, nibbling slightly.
he forces his attention onto your show, not thinking too much into it. until your teeth dig in just a little deeper, your tongue lathing the imprinted skin.
“what are you doing, bug?” he tilts his head down at you in confusion.
you simply hum and shrug. “snacking.” is the only answer you provide.
he exhales a little laugh, cutting himself off abruptly when you bite deep. not enough to cut, just enough to imprint.
a sharp inhale almost turns into a moan. “baby,” his voice husks. “don’t start something you can’t finish.” he warns.
something glimmers in your eyes briefly before it fades away into calm again. you simply giggle and turn your attention back to the tv, continuing to bite sweetly on your boyfriend’s bicep.
you can barely remember what was bothering you in the first place.
you just got out of katsuki’s agency, done working for the day. the stress from today’s patrol starts to show in your body, hands slightly trembling.
“you okay?” he asks.
“mhm, just need a little something to calm down.” you replied.
katsuki sighs as you pulled out a box from your hero suit, the smell of cigarettes lingering in the air. “you smokin’ again?”
“sometimes, but not as much anymore.” you replied. “ugh, i forgot my lighter upstairs” you groan, placing the cigarette onto your lips and the box back in your pocket.
“want me to go get it?” he pushes hair out of your face, smirking.
you smiled, taking his hand into yours.
“no, gimme a light.” you stared at his palm.
“what? fuck no, i’m not using my quirk for your stupid cancer stick.”
“katsuki.”
he saw the tiredness on your face, not willing to argue with him, so he gave in. he slightly warmed his palm, a light orange hue casting onto his skin, making the cigarette light up.
you thanked him as you inhaled the smoke, head laying on his shoulder as you walk to his car.
Wait #more bite ur tongue pls it’s so good and I need a throuple in my life
BAHAHA thank you this makes me so happy to read. i’ve been hitting a bit of a roadblock with writing my two longer fics since life has been so hectic but i will be working on them heavily again when my schedule frees up a teensy bit.
i’m feeling cheeky…. i’d give katsuki aphrodisiacs to see how he’d handle it
mdni. streamer/influencer!reader. aphrodisiacs.
wait wait wait. getting kats to agree to taking that weird sex honey that was trending. he swore up and down it was just a goddamn placebo effect, so you told him to prove it, knowing full and well he'd never back down from a challenge, and fuck, now he's sitting with a hard-on on camera.
and you're still smiling brightly. he silently curses the actions that led him here as he tries to act nonchalant. he pumps his hips in the air, acting as though he was simply getting comfortable, trying to shift the seam of his jeans off of his throbbing head. thank fuck this shit wasn't live. he had to badger you about it, telling you "fine but i don't wanna hear you whine at me if your account gets banned because you can't keep it in your pants."
and, well, you were kinda grateful for it now. sure, you were hiding it well, but under your cool facade was a woman who was trying her best not to rub her thighs together. when you spare a glance over to katsuki to see how he was faring, you had to swallow harshly. his head was thrown back, staring into the camera with lidded eyes; his legs spread and hips cocked up. an attempt to seem unbothered.
it almost worked but you knew better. you could recognize the stretch of him straining his jeans anywhere.
his husky voice calling your name startled you. but he wasn't looking at you. he was looking at the monitor reflecting the footage back at you, clearly able to see you ogling him. "you're droolin'."
his voice was wrecked. your eyes finally meet his, two desperate mirrors. "we gotta finish the video." you persist weakly, wanting to outlast him.
"oh, trust me, we will. but you're not gonna be able to post this one, sweetheart."
whatever footage you are able to scrap together goes viral. the longing looks, the hooded eyes, the obvious cut where both of your hair got a little messy and your voice sounds more sore; it ended up being a playground for both of your guys' fans. yeah let's just say social media had a field day with that one.
walk with me… katsuki making you do chores with a vibrator in your hole
mdni
he'd think it's sooo funny. a punishment for making him hard while he was on patrol. all he had to do to get you to agree was pet your clit sweetly as you were washing the dishes, slipping his arm around your body to slide it into your panties. you were jello in his arms, leaning onto him as the water splashed the front of your top.
and god weren't you a sight to see? he perched himself comfortably at the bar island, sipping his fancy whiskey as he watched you silently writhe around the kitchen. he can see the wetness from between your thighs when you bend over in your flowy nighty.
your lip was red from how hard you were biting the sounds down, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of katsuki sitting on his throne. as if you could ever hide your desperation from him. he could practically smell you in the air, the sweet scent of desire pairing nicely with his aged old fashion. but it didn't make your embarrassment any less cute. especially when he flicks the intensity up with a swipe of his phone, and you tremble around the toy with the cleaning towel still in your hand.
i know u have more thoughts ab izuku & skin care...
here's a little something....
₊˚⊹ ᰔ fix your face! (izuku midoriya) - suggestive
description: doing your skin care routine with your boyfriend, izuku
wc: 605
tags: literally just fluff, suggestive towards the end but nothing crazy
you watch as izuku's nose scrunches up after smelling the face mask you were putting on him. you were perched on top of the bathroom counter, and he was standing in between your legs. his eyebrows were tightly knit together, and it was impossible to get anything done.
"fix your face, izu." you pout. "you promised you'd join me next time you had a free day." you think back to last week when he came home exhausted. you told him about all your self care items and the little routine you do to wind down on particularly hard days. he laid in the bed next to you — eyes closed and trying to let the weight of the day off his shoulders — but still absorbing every word you said. then he interlocked your pinkies, swearing that on his next off day you guys would get to relax and pamper each other. and that day is today.
he relaxes his expression. "sorry honey. but when you said you were doing skin care, i didn't think you'd be spreading gunk across my face. how will this relax me?" he asks as you carefully avoid getting the product in his eyes and mouth.
"your skin is gonna be soft and glowing. it smells like green tea!"
"it smells like green shit."
you flick his forehead. "i could say the same about you." you tease him, pulling on the strands of his hair that fell from the fuzzy headband you forced on him. he lets out a deep laugh and squeezes your hips.
"that's no way to talk to the number four hero," he responds.
you keep the joke going. "more like number two hero. now set the timer. we can rinse these masks off in 15 minutes."
he lets out a dramatic sigh. "thank god. what's next?" he asks, watching you dig through your makeup bag.
"well," you started. "i was thinking i could shape up your eyebrows." you say distractedly, still looking for the tweezers in your bag. after dumping the bag out on the counter, you finally find them, and excitedly show them to your boyfriend. he looks skeptical but he gives you to go-ahead. he's so distracted by how cute he thinks you look, concentrating with your tongue slightly poked out, that he forgot to brace himself for the first pluck of the tweezers.
he jumps back. "fuck, babe! you should've warned me."
you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "are you saying one of japan's greatest heroes can easily be taken down by a pair of hello kitty tweezers?"
"no. i'm just saying there has to be an easier way to do this. and i actually like my eyebrows as is."
"it's either this or the wax strips. and i can't lay a wax strip on top of the face mask silly. but you'd probably hate that too." you keep working, ignoring how his gasps and whimpers with every pluck send butterflies straight to your tummy. however, izuku knows you too well, and once he got used to the pain, he was watching the way your thighs were clenching together, and how your hands began to shake.
he smirks. "you good?" he teases, knowing full well what was going on.
"i'm perfectly fine. hold still," you huff.
he removes your hands from his face and grabs your wrists. your breath hitches and your eyes knowingly bore into his dark green ones.
you swallow nervously. "the, um, timer. it still has 8 minutes."
he grabs his phone. "we'll wash this shit off early. i can think of a much better way to practice some self care."
specially made for @flwrbo, happy birthday bestie <3 i hope u enjoy
sitting on izuku’s lap during movie night.. it starts off sweet and so so comfy but the movie gets boring and you’re so pliant and warm in his lap, can you blame him for his wandering hands?
he hates it when you squirm. he just wants you to sit there and let him do whatever he pleases to pass the time. one hand spreading your thighs open, reaching under you to play with your pretty pussy under your sleep shorts. not touching to please but just touching to touch, seeing how wet he can get you with just his fingertips until you start to mewl and paw at him.
the other hand under your shirt, teasing your nipples where he knows you’re sensitive. figuring out how rough you like him to move his hands against you, squeezing your whole tit in his palm like a stress toy.
and you’re doing so good for him, muffling your whines under the movie. your hips flexing pushes your cute ass against his dick with every shiver. so maybe he’ll eventually reward you with his fingers filling you up as he pulls you flush against his chest with a hand on your throat. and if you can cum on his fingers before the credits finish rolling, maybe he’ll take you doggy over the back of the couch too. maybe.
