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ᯓ★₊⟡ ִֶָ་༘࿐𝄢 ❝ 𝓢TAY IN THE MIDDLE, LIKE YOU A LITTLE. . . ❞

𝓚𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 🎹🐰 she ﾉ her. twenty. black. intp. geto’s lover. choso’s sweet girl. shoujo fanatic. writer for jjk + mha +gachiakuta. [n]sfw & suggestive content . . . . requests are open ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

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❝ 𝓓ON’T WANT NO RIDDLE, 말해줘, SAY IT BACK ! ❞

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[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WHAT LOVERS DO. . !

been wishin' for you, am i lucky or not…!┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ how you spend your long summer days with the mha boys

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on the disc: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: gn reader, lil suggestive, fluff, inspired by the song ‘what lovers do’ by maroon 5 ft sza

✧｡°࿐ ࿔ ── IZUKU MIDORIYA

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ farmers markets, tulips & strawberry fields, lemonade refreshers served with cocktail umbrellas on the side.

summers with izuku .... heal your inner child with an electric sense of something to look forward to everyday.

the average day begins with him preparing breakfast for the both of you; pinkies interlocking under the dinner table with hazy glances towards one another.

bike rides to the local farmers market, the refreshing breeze coating your faces with soft giggles thrown into the air. but on some days, the rays of sunlight peeks through his windows as a small groan ripples from his chest making you feel the vibrations from how close your bodies are intertwined.

“mmm… let's stay in bed for today.” he'll meekly murmur into the crook of your neck as he snuggles himself even closer than before into your figure.

izuku's soft snores can be heard along with the faint sound of the air conditioner as you relish in the serendipity of it all, before falling back asleep soon.

the days where energy is coursing through your veins, you take it upon yourselves to become tourists in the very city you grew up in. visiting hidden gems of japan that consist of bookstores, cafes, and knickknack shops.

museum dates with izuku consist of him gleefully explaining the history behind every piece of artwork hung in the building. your fingers interlocking with his calloused ones as you both drag each other around the museum in awe of the beauties in the room— you included.

✧｡°࿐ ࿔ ── KATSUKI BAKUGOU

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆beach houses, fresh picked vegetables, fireworks & cuddles on the deck as the sun peeks above the horizon.

summers with katsuki .... opens your eyes to the possibility of living a beautiful mundane life with him by your side.

the curtly executed invite to his family's beach house —that was obviously to conceal his uneasiness about your answer— falls off his lips and lingers in your ears.

hot sand on the soles of your feet, the sunshine reflecting back onto the earth casting a divine glow upon your skin, and plucking the nurtured vegetables in the garden for tonight's dinner.

some nights when you can't sleep, you creep out of your assigned bedroom at the dead of night. gentle sounds of the clashing ocean waves and the bright moonlight acts as a guide to snuggle yourself into his bed. with your arms delicately wrapping around his toned midriff, the blond tenses up.

hands already igniting a small spark until he inhales your scent, calming down instantaneously. he grumbles something under his breath about how ridiculous you are before he relaxes into your embrace.

other nights however, you both become light on your feet as you sneak out onto the deck. witty teases and jokes get thrown around until a small remark turns into a competition where you both end up in the pool racing each other.

of course he lets you win—or so he claims— soon your heart calms down, relishing in the cold droplets that coat your body. he quickly notices the way you're shivering, swims up in your direction to position himself in between your legs as he lifts your calves around his torso.

you immediately wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

he smirks, “ya wanna warm up in the hot tub or f'me to do the job?”

✧｡°࿐ ࿔ ── SHOTO TODOROKI

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆pottery classes, picnic dates, visits to the bookstore & stargazing in the park on top of a fuzzy blanket.

summers with shoto .... makes you appreciate the small bundles of joy that life has in store.

romantic gestures just come naturally to him. in his mind, he doesn't think twice about getting you the pink orchids he saw in the window of a small business, or working all day to make miniature sandwiches and desserts for a surprise picnic in the park.

shoto yearns to spend his days with you. he didn't realize how much distance was put between the two of you because of the school year, and he wishes to make it up to you.

a spot he grew to love over time is a bookstore hidden deep in the nooks of japan. a safe spot for him to get away from all of the stress and havoc. a place where his peace can be found, a place where he can earnestly share his love for you.

soft whispers and gentle grazes across your fingers tips whenever he'd pass you a book for you to skim through. silently chuckling to himself once your bottom lip gets caught in between your teeth to concentrate.

shoto is a man of few words, but yet he'll always have you swooning with the little he chooses to say: “you should read this one, it really reminded me of you.” or “this book cover is pretty...just like you.”

once the day comes to an end and the moon comes out to glisten brightly, you both venture to the park to watch the beautiful sky littered with stars. you're in awe, pointing to a few constellations you've found, "the sky is so pretty tonight, you gasp.

shoto, with his heart pounding and eyes fixated on you, fondly smiles. "yeah..so incredibly pretty."

✧｡°࿐ ࿔ ── DENKI KAMINARI

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆late night adventures, water gun fights, treasure hunts & street festivals with the sound of music taking over the city.

summers with denki.... keep you on your toes with your adrenaline constantly pumping, there's truly never a dull moment with him.

he'd watch a few episodes of outer banks and swear up and down there's treasure hidden deep somewhere in japan, which results in taking trips to different parts of the city.

exploring places only you could dream of; train rides to kamakura to even booking an out of country flight with you.

at first, you'd assume it's only for the treasure, but when he guides you through the cobbled streets of rome and to a secluded vineyard to watch the sun go down, displaying peachy hues and dreamy violet accents, you knew he proved you wrong.

denki is infatuated with you. every minuscule detail of your existence lives fondly in his head. the way your pink pouty lips shimmer under the lanterns and brightly coloured string of lights has his head spinning a bit.

but he keeps what's left of his composure and neediness in check to enjoy the rest of the festival with you; feeding each other sweet traditional treats and new snacks to be tried for the first time.

once the night has calmed down and traffic has stilled, he finally finds the chance to show you his devotion. using the hand that rested inside the pocket of your jean shorts, he quickly spins you around to plant a passionate kiss on your lips.

“i've been meaning to do that alll night, babe.” he pulls away, breathless.

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[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ BOTH AIN'T SHIT !

`𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞ ★ ┆content warnings: fem reader, toxic izuku, toxic4toxic & freak4freak relationship dynamics, jealousy kink, small degradation (m receiving), male mastürbation

izuku who intensely watches you pace back and forth in your shared living room in a frenzy as you question him just who the hell is this random girl on his phone.

your voice bounces loudly against the four walls of the apartment, eyebrows tightly cinched together in a knot allowing for a prominent vein against your temple to grow visible as and irritation seethes from your tone.

you watch him, watch you from his seat on the couch with a neutral expression painting his delicate features. his lack of urgency in response to the moment causes your jaw to clench and the soft tissue of your bottom lips start to grow numb from the constant entrapment between your teeth.

“i told you, baby, she’s just a friend.” he voices out steadily, head slightly cocked at the side with a noticeable beam in his eyes, almost like he found your erratic state amusing.

you stop dead in your tracks as you feel your blood pressure rapidly spike up. the urge for the palm of your hand to connect with his cheek pules inside you like a tickling bomb. izuku notices the way your eye twitches and stifles a laugh from emerging.

“do you think i’m fucking stupid or something?” you sneer with venom, turning on your heel to face him. you grip at a handful of his loose tasselled green hair, harshly tugging at the tresses for him to look eye to eye with you, his adam’s apple bobbing in response with the column of his neck exposed.

the “truth” was being told to a certain degree. the woman that made the ill mistake of excessively calling pro-hero deku during the after hours was actually his new hire, a skittish assistant who doesn’t quite understand the concept of professional boundaries.

she’d call regarding something minuscule and rather irrelevant given the hour; the shade of green streamers he’d prefer for his agency’s office celebration.

nothing more and certainly nothing less.

and he could’ve easily put you to ease by dispelling your assumptions about his faithfulness, hold you while whispering sweet affirmations, kiss you tenderly until you drift asleep in his arms but how could he when you get so riled up like this.

“of course not,” he groans, feeling your nails inch deeper into his roots. “you’re far from that.” izuku’s lips slightly part as his tongue darts out to lick at them.

you scoff, “then stop treating me as if am.” abruptly drop your hold on him making sure his head jerks backwards from the force.

“and since when do you have friends other than those two assholes you constantly talk to? should i fact check this little ‘friend’ of yours with them?” you hummed, with your arms crossing over your chest.

ah, you’re referencing bakugo and todoroki. he knows you’re exaggerating the grand scheme of things to get your point across. however, izuku is fully aware that it’s not entirely beneath you to disturbed the peace of night by driving to their residence individually for answers.

your stern face contrasting with his dazed expression with half lidded eyes stirs something dubious inside him. your gaze fiercely contorts from anger to disgust that makes the pit in his stomach deepen. it’s not fear that twist in his guts or makes his heart leap wildly around in his chest; it’s pure lust.

izuku shudders, feeling his cock twitch in the confines of his sweatpants that doesn’t find relive in the small readjustments of his hips. he smiles softly, “i can delete her number if that would make you feel better?”

you stomach his words and slowly pick them apart. it’s not “i will” but “i can”. he’s doing it to “make you feel” better, not because he’s feeling morally disturbed by his actions. will this actually make you feel better? or will slapping that smile clean off his face will?…and why is he hard right now..?

you notice the bulge forming a prominent print against his pants with a small beam of precum seeping through the fabric, causing a dark spot to become visible. you physically restrain yourself at guffawing at the sight.

your anger level soon lowers along with your energy to continue a tedious argument that is fuelling the man sitting in front of you. izuku likes when you’re sweet, you’re the sweetest thing ever for him, but he also loves the times where you can you’re mean spirited.

“you’re a piece of shit, you know that right?” your shoulders slump down and a frown embeds itself on your face. a dull pang radiates from izuku’s heart from the sight but a firm grip of your soft hand over his clothed cock fazes him. a strained airy whine echoed from his throat, starchy and soft.

you’re now leaning down into his personal space. your lips ghosts over his chapped ones with your minty breath fanning his face. your soft hand palms over his tip before trailing the muscle down the base and finally situate at the base of his cock.

“delete that fucking number if you know what’s good for you.” you whisper against the shell of his ear, putting emphasize on the severity of your words as you tightly squeeze him at the base

a groan ripples from his chest: winded doesn’t even come close to describe the breath that leaves from his chest. “yes, baby.” izuku strangles out, eyes squeezing shut whilst throwing his head backwards.

you watch him dig into his pockets for his phone all while slightly bucking his hips upward to receive a slither of friction from your touch. he unlocks it with precision, making sure you’re trailing his actions, then proceeds to his recent contacts to delete everything related to his newly assistant.

much to his dismay you release your grip on him to stand upwards again. a sigh of relief leaves your mouth, feeling satisfied with the outcome but your eyes quickly shift to less-satisfied man straining painfully against his pants. “you’re gonna have to take of that yourself, i’m not touching you tonight.” you deadpan.

izuku flashes a sly smile, already inching his large hand towards the waistband of his sweatpants. “..only if you watch.”

he doesn’t wait for a response or rebuttal before freeing his weeping cock from the confines of layered fabric. his tip flashes a fiery shape of red pulsing rhythmically to the ghostly touch of friction. the veins on the underside decorate the thick shaft beautifully while his heavy balls twitch with anticipation.

you softly gasp once his scarred hand securely wraps around the exposed flesh. he flashes a cheeky smile your way before gathering precum at the tip and slowly circulating his wrist to pump at his cock. he alternates between haste and steady motions cupping his balls with his free hand to add an intensity of pleasure; he’s putting on a show for his prettiest girl.

“aah!— j-just for you…only for you..” he mutters aimlessly into the air. his gravelly groans spurs heat to immaculate in the pit of your stomach feeling slick quickly dampen your panties. he chuckles once he catches a glimpse of you squeezing your thighs together, your resolve is melting as the sweltering heat within the room rises.

lewd squelching echoes from throughout as his cupped hand slowly reaches the cockhead then slaps back down the base with vigour. his now exposed lower abdomen from his shirt being slightly raised, rigidly contracts.

the sight of it all mirrored a shot from a pornography. with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape that allowed for noisy huffs to emerge, puffy lips shimmering from his constant knack for licking at them as his chest rises up and down.

“you’re fucking disgusting…” you say absentmindedly. it falls fast off your tongue; too deep in thought as you watch izuku work at his stiff cock, yet the words of negation shoot straight towards his groin and urge him on. he throbs harder than before and heaves louder.

he pumps a few more times before thick ropes of cum sputter out along with a string of breathy moans. the sticky substance paints the lower half of his abdomen and a few droplets land on his shirt. his hips spazzes as he twitches within his hands with the white of his eyes displaying from them rolling back.

you slowly blink at izuku. who is now slumped deep against the couch, trying to catch his breath. you watch his breathing soon return to normal and the way his flush glows on his skin. it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes at him.

“'m really sorry for—” you cut him off by sinking down on the floor to situate yourself between his opened legs, carefully drag your tongue over his exposed stomach, gathering the now lukewarm cum that glazes his abs. his eyes never leave the intimidating pool of yours as you bore an unreadable expression while licking him clean.

you stand on your feet again, wiping the corners of your mouth with a now welcoming smile gracing your features.“….you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3 requests r open

[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WHAT LOVERS DO. . !

been wishin' for you, am i lucky or not…!┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ how you spend your long summer days with the mha boys

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on the disc: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: gn reader, lil suggestive, fluff, inspired by the song ‘what lovers do’ by maroon 5 ft sza

✧｡°࿐ ࿔ ── IZUKU MIDORIYA

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ farmers markets, tulips & strawberry fields, lemonade refreshers served with cocktail umbrellas on the side.

summers with izuku .... heal your inner child with an electric sense of something to look forward to everyday.

the average day begins with him preparing breakfast for the both of you; pinkies interlocking under the dinner table with hazy glances towards one another.

bike rides to the local farmers market, the refreshing breeze coating your faces with soft giggles thrown into the air. but on some days, the rays of sunlight peeks through his windows as a small groan ripples from his chest making you feel the vibrations from how close your bodies are intertwined.

“mmm… let's stay in bed for today.” he'll meekly murmur into the crook of your neck as he snuggles himself even closer than before into your figure.

izuku's soft snores can be heard along with the faint sound of the air conditioner as you relish in the serendipity of it all, before falling back asleep soon.

the days where energy is coursing through your veins, you take it upon yourselves to become tourists in the very city you grew up in. visiting hidden gems of japan that consist of bookstores, cafes, and knickknack shops.

museum dates with izuku consist of him gleefully explaining the history behind every piece of artwork hung in the building. your fingers interlocking with his calloused ones as you both drag each other around the museum in awe of the beauties in the room— you included.

✧｡°࿐ ࿔ ── KATSUKI BAKUGOU

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆beach houses, fresh picked vegetables, fireworks & cuddles on the deck as the sun peeks above the horizon.

summers with katsuki .... opens your eyes to the possibility of living a beautiful mundane life with him by your side.

the curtly executed invite to his family's beach house —that was obviously to conceal his uneasiness about your answer— falls off his lips and lingers in your ears.

hot sand on the soles of your feet, the sunshine reflecting back onto the earth casting a divine glow upon your skin, and plucking the nurtured vegetables in the garden for tonight's dinner.

some nights when you can't sleep, you creep out of your assigned bedroom at the dead of night. gentle sounds of the clashing ocean waves and the bright moonlight acts as a guide to snuggle yourself into his bed. with your arms delicately wrapping around his toned midriff, the blond tenses up.

hands already igniting a small spark until he inhales your scent, calming down instantaneously. he grumbles something under his breath about how ridiculous you are before he relaxes into your embrace.

other nights however, you both become light on your feet as you sneak out onto the deck. witty teases and jokes get thrown around until a small remark turns into a competition where you both end up in the pool racing each other.

of course he lets you win—or so he claims— soon your heart calms down, relishing in the cold droplets that coat your body. he quickly notices the way you're shivering, swims up in your direction to position himself in between your legs as he lifts your calves around his torso.

you immediately wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

he smirks, “ya wanna warm up in the hot tub or f'me to do the job?”

✧｡°࿐ ࿔ ── SHOTO TODOROKI

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆pottery classes, picnic dates, visits to the bookstore & stargazing in the park on top of a fuzzy blanket.

summers with shoto .... makes you appreciate the small bundles of joy that life has in store.

romantic gestures just come naturally to him. in his mind, he doesn't think twice about getting you the pink orchids he saw in the window of a small business, or working all day to make miniature sandwiches and desserts for a surprise picnic in the park.

shoto yearns to spend his days with you. he didn't realize how much distance was put between the two of you because of the school year, and he wishes to make it up to you.

a spot he grew to love over time is a bookstore hidden deep in the nooks of japan. a safe spot for him to get away from all of the stress and havoc. a place where his peace can be found, a place where he can earnestly share his love for you.

soft whispers and gentle grazes across your fingers tips whenever he'd pass you a book for you to skim through. silently chuckling to himself once your bottom lip gets caught in between your teeth to concentrate.

shoto is a man of few words, but yet he'll always have you swooning with the little he chooses to say: “you should read this one, it really reminded me of you.” or “this book cover is pretty...just like you.”

once the day comes to an end and the moon comes out to glisten brightly, you both venture to the park to watch the beautiful sky littered with stars. you're in awe, pointing to a few constellations you've found, "the sky is so pretty tonight, you gasp.

shoto, with his heart pounding and eyes fixated on you, fondly smiles. "yeah..so incredibly pretty."

✧｡°࿐ ࿔ ── DENKI KAMINARI

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆late night adventures, water gun fights, treasure hunts & street festivals with the sound of music taking over the city.

summers with denki.... keep you on your toes with your adrenaline constantly pumping, there's truly never a dull moment with him.

he'd watch a few episodes of outer banks and swear up and down there's treasure hidden deep somewhere in japan, which results in taking trips to different parts of the city.

exploring places only you could dream of; train rides to kamakura to even booking an out of country flight with you.

at first, you'd assume it's only for the treasure, but when he guides you through the cobbled streets of rome and to a secluded vineyard to watch the sun go down, displaying peachy hues and dreamy violet accents, you knew he proved you wrong.

denki is infatuated with you. every minuscule detail of your existence lives fondly in his head. the way your pink pouty lips shimmer under the lanterns and brightly coloured string of lights has his head spinning a bit.

but he keeps what's left of his composure and neediness in check to enjoy the rest of the festival with you; feeding each other sweet traditional treats and new snacks to be tried for the first time.

once the night has calmed down and traffic has stilled, he finally finds the chance to show you his devotion. using the hand that rested inside the pocket of your jean shorts, he quickly spins you around to plant a passionate kiss on your lips.

“i've been meaning to do that alll night, babe.” he pulls away, breathless.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[getoville]

Yuuji is so boyish he makes me giggle 😆😆😆

HE ISSSSS and i personally think that’s the main part of his charm 🥹 i always loved how down to earth his personality is, he also has the vibes of being just “a Guy” (iykyk) and that’s soo hot to me LOL

[getoville]

i miss yunni ☹️

[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ BOTH AIN'T SHIT !

`𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞ ★ ┆content warnings: fem reader, toxic izuku, toxic4toxic & freak4freak relationship dynamics, jealousy kink, small degradation (m receiving), male mastürbation

izuku who intensely watches you pace back and forth in your shared living room in a frenzy as you question him just who the hell is this random girl on his phone.

your voice bounces loudly against the four walls of the apartment, eyebrows tightly cinched together in a knot allowing for a prominent vein against your temple to grow visible as and irritation seethes from your tone.

you watch him, watch you from his seat on the couch with a neutral expression painting his delicate features. his lack of urgency in response to the moment causes your jaw to clench and the soft tissue of your bottom lips start to grow numb from the constant entrapment between your teeth.

“i told you, baby, she’s just a friend.” he voices out steadily, head slightly cocked at the side with a noticeable beam in his eyes, almost like he found your erratic state amusing.

you stop dead in your tracks as you feel your blood pressure rapidly spike up. the urge for the palm of your hand to connect with his cheek pules inside you like a tickling bomb. izuku notices the way your eye twitches and stifles a laugh from emerging.

“do you think i’m fucking stupid or something?” you sneer with venom, turning on your heel to face him. you grip at a handful of his loose tasselled green hair, harshly tugging at the tresses for him to look eye to eye with you, his adam’s apple bobbing in response with the column of his neck exposed.

the “truth” was being told to a certain degree. the woman that made the ill mistake of excessively calling pro-hero deku during the after hours was actually his new hire, a skittish assistant who doesn’t quite understand the concept of professional boundaries.

she’d call regarding something minuscule and rather irrelevant given the hour; the shade of green streamers he’d prefer for his agency’s office celebration.

nothing more and certainly nothing less.

and he could’ve easily put you to ease by dispelling your assumptions about his faithfulness, hold you while whispering sweet affirmations, kiss you tenderly until you drift asleep in his arms but how could he when you get so riled up like this.

“of course not,” he groans, feeling your nails inch deeper into his roots. “you’re far from that.” izuku’s lips slightly part as his tongue darts out to lick at them.

you scoff, “then stop treating me as if am.” abruptly drop your hold on him making sure his head jerks backwards from the force.

“and since when do you have friends other than those two assholes you constantly talk to? should i fact check this little ‘friend’ of yours with them?” you hummed, with your arms crossing over your chest.

ah, you’re referencing bakugo and todoroki. he knows you’re exaggerating the grand scheme of things to get your point across. however, izuku is fully aware that it’s not entirely beneath you to disturbed the peace of night by driving to their residence individually for answers.

your stern face contrasting with his dazed expression with half lidded eyes stirs something dubious inside him. your gaze fiercely contorts from anger to disgust that makes the pit in his stomach deepen. it’s not fear that twist in his guts or makes his heart leap wildly around in his chest; it’s pure lust.

izuku shudders, feeling his cock twitch in the confines of his sweatpants that doesn’t find relive in the small readjustments of his hips. he smiles softly, “i can delete her number if that would make you feel better?”

you stomach his words and slowly pick them apart. it’s not “i will” but “i can”. he’s doing it to “make you feel” better, not because he’s feeling morally disturbed by his actions. will this actually make you feel better? or will slapping that smile clean off his face will?…and why is he hard right now..?

you notice the bulge forming a prominent print against his pants with a small beam of precum seeping through the fabric, causing a dark spot to become visible. you physically restrain yourself at guffawing at the sight.

your anger level soon lowers along with your energy to continue a tedious argument that is fuelling the man sitting in front of you. izuku likes when you’re sweet, you’re the sweetest thing ever for him, but he also loves the times where you can you’re mean spirited.

“you’re a piece of shit, you know that right?” your shoulders slump down and a frown embeds itself on your face. a dull pang radiates from izuku’s heart from the sight but a firm grip of your soft hand over his clothed cock fazes him. a strained airy whine echoed from his throat, starchy and soft.

you’re now leaning down into his personal space. your lips ghosts over his chapped ones with your minty breath fanning his face. your soft hand palms over his tip before trailing the muscle down the base and finally situate at the base of his cock.

“delete that fucking number if you know what’s good for you.” you whisper against the shell of his ear, putting emphasize on the severity of your words as you tightly squeeze him at the base

a groan ripples from his chest: winded doesn’t even come close to describe the breath that leaves from his chest. “yes, baby.” izuku strangles out, eyes squeezing shut whilst throwing his head backwards.

you watch him dig into his pockets for his phone all while slightly bucking his hips upward to receive a slither of friction from your touch. he unlocks it with precision, making sure you’re trailing his actions, then proceeds to his recent contacts to delete everything related to his newly assistant.

much to his dismay you release your grip on him to stand upwards again. a sigh of relief leaves your mouth, feeling satisfied with the outcome but your eyes quickly shift to less-satisfied man straining painfully against his pants. “you’re gonna have to take of that yourself, i’m not touching you tonight.” you deadpan.

izuku flashes a sly smile, already inching his large hand towards the waistband of his sweatpants. “..only if you watch.”

he doesn’t wait for a response or rebuttal before freeing his weeping cock from the confines of layered fabric. his tip flashes a fiery shape of red pulsing rhythmically to the ghostly touch of friction. the veins on the underside decorate the thick shaft beautifully while his heavy balls twitch with anticipation.

you softly gasp once his scarred hand securely wraps around the exposed flesh. he flashes a cheeky smile your way before gathering precum at the tip and slowly circulating his wrist to pump at his cock. he alternates between haste and steady motions cupping his balls with his free hand to add an intensity of pleasure; he’s putting on a show for his prettiest girl.

“aah!— j-just for you…only for you..” he mutters aimlessly into the air. his gravelly groans spurs heat to immaculate in the pit of your stomach feeling slick quickly dampen your panties. he chuckles once he catches a glimpse of you squeezing your thighs together, your resolve is melting as the sweltering heat within the room rises.

lewd squelching echoes from throughout as his cupped hand slowly reaches the cockhead then slaps back down the base with vigour. his now exposed lower abdomen from his shirt being slightly raised, rigidly contracts.

the sight of it all mirrored a shot from a pornography. with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape that allowed for noisy huffs to emerge, puffy lips shimmering from his constant knack for licking at them as his chest rises up and down.

“you’re fucking disgusting…” you say absentmindedly. it falls fast off your tongue; too deep in thought as you watch izuku work at his stiff cock, yet the words of negation shoot straight towards his groin and urge him on. he throbs harder than before and heaves louder.

he pumps a few more times before thick ropes of cum sputter out along with a string of breathy moans. the sticky substance paints the lower half of his abdomen and a few droplets land on his shirt. his hips spazzes as he twitches within his hands with the white of his eyes displaying from them rolling back.

you slowly blink at izuku. who is now slumped deep against the couch, trying to catch his breath. you watch his breathing soon return to normal and the way his flush glows on his skin. it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes at him.

“'m really sorry for—” you cut him off by sinking down on the floor to situate yourself between his opened legs, carefully drag your tongue over his exposed stomach, gathering the now lukewarm cum that glazes his abs. his eyes never leave the intimidating pool of yours as you bore an unreadable expression while licking him clean.

you stand on your feet again, wiping the corners of your mouth with a now welcoming smile gracing your features.“….you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

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[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ BOTH AIN'T SHIT !

`𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞ ★ ┆content warnings: fem reader, toxic izuku, toxic4toxic & freak4freak relationship dynamics, jealousy kink, small degradation (m receiving), male mastürbation

izuku who intensely watches you pace back and forth in your shared living room in a frenzy as you question him just who the hell is this random girl on his phone.

your voice bounces loudly against the four walls of the apartment, eyebrows tightly cinched together in a knot allowing for a prominent vein against your temple to grow visible as and irritation seethes from your tone.

you watch him, watch you from his seat on the couch with a neutral expression painting his delicate features. his lack of urgency in response to the moment causes your jaw to clench and the soft tissue of your bottom lips start to grow numb from the constant entrapment between your teeth.

“i told you, baby, she’s just a friend.” he voices out steadily, head slightly cocked at the side with a noticeable beam in his eyes, almost like he found your erratic state amusing.

you stop dead in your tracks as you feel your blood pressure rapidly spike up. the urge for the palm of your hand to connect with his cheek pules inside you like a tickling bomb. izuku notices the way your eye twitches and stifles a laugh from emerging.

“do you think i’m fucking stupid or something?” you sneer with venom, turning on your heel to face him. you grip at a handful of his loose tasselled green hair, harshly tugging at the tresses for him to look eye to eye with you, his adam’s apple bobbing in response with the column of his neck exposed.

the “truth” was being told to a certain degree. the woman that made the ill mistake of excessively calling pro-hero deku during the after hours was actually his new hire, a skittish assistant who doesn’t quite understand the concept of professional boundaries.

she’d call regarding something minuscule and rather irrelevant given the hour; the shade of green streamers he’d prefer for his agency’s office celebration.

nothing more and certainly nothing less.

and he could’ve easily put you to ease by dispelling your assumptions about his faithfulness, hold you while whispering sweet affirmations, kiss you tenderly until you drift asleep in his arms but how could he when you get so riled up like this.

“of course not,” he groans, feeling your nails inch deeper into his roots. “you’re far from that.” izuku’s lips slightly part as his tongue darts out to lick at them.

you scoff, “then stop treating me as if am.” abruptly drop your hold on him making sure his head jerks backwards from the force.

“and since when do you have friends other than those two assholes you constantly talk to? should i fact check this little ‘friend’ of yours with them?” you hummed, with your arms crossing over your chest.

ah, you’re referencing bakugo and todoroki. he knows you’re exaggerating the grand scheme of things to get your point across. however, izuku is fully aware that it’s not entirely beneath you to disturbed the peace of night by driving to their residence individually for answers.

your stern face contrasting with his dazed expression with half lidded eyes stirs something dubious inside him. your gaze fiercely contorts from anger to disgust that makes the pit in his stomach deepen. it’s not fear that twist in his guts or makes his heart leap wildly around in his chest; it’s pure lust.

izuku shudders, feeling his cock twitch in the confines of his sweatpants that doesn’t find relive in the small readjustments of his hips. he smiles softly, “i can delete her number if that would make you feel better?”

you stomach his words and slowly pick them apart. it’s not “i will” but “i can”. he’s doing it to “make you feel” better, not because he’s feeling morally disturbed by his actions. will this actually make you feel better? or will slapping that smile clean off his face will?…and why is he hard right now..?

you notice the bulge forming a prominent print against his pants with a small beam of precum seeping through the fabric, causing a dark spot to become visible. you physically restrain yourself at guffawing at the sight.

your anger level soon lowers along with your energy to continue a tedious argument that is fuelling the man sitting in front of you. izuku likes when you’re sweet, you’re the sweetest thing ever for him, but he also loves the times where you can you’re mean spirited.

“you’re a piece of shit, you know that right?” your shoulders slump down and a frown embeds itself on your face. a dull pang radiates from izuku’s heart from the sight but a firm grip of your soft hand over his clothed cock fazes him. a strained airy whine echoed from his throat, starchy and soft.

you’re now leaning down into his personal space. your lips ghosts over his chapped ones with your minty breath fanning his face. your soft hand palms over his tip before trailing the muscle down the base and finally situate at the base of his cock.

“delete that fucking number if you know what’s good for you.” you whisper against the shell of his ear, putting emphasize on the severity of your words as you tightly squeeze him at the base

a groan ripples from his chest: winded doesn’t even come close to describe the breath that leaves from his chest. “yes, baby.” izuku strangles out, eyes squeezing shut whilst throwing his head backwards.

you watch him dig into his pockets for his phone all while slightly bucking his hips upward to receive a slither of friction from your touch. he unlocks it with precision, making sure you’re trailing his actions, then proceeds to his recent contacts to delete everything related to his newly assistant.

much to his dismay you release your grip on him to stand upwards again. a sigh of relief leaves your mouth, feeling satisfied with the outcome but your eyes quickly shift to less-satisfied man straining painfully against his pants. “you’re gonna have to take of that yourself, i’m not touching you tonight.” you deadpan.

izuku flashes a sly smile, already inching his large hand towards the waistband of his sweatpants. “..only if you watch.”

he doesn’t wait for a response or rebuttal before freeing his weeping cock from the confines of layered fabric. his tip flashes a fiery shape of red pulsing rhythmically to the ghostly touch of friction. the veins on the underside decorate the thick shaft beautifully while his heavy balls twitch with anticipation.

you softly gasp once his scarred hand securely wraps around the exposed flesh. he flashes a cheeky smile your way before gathering precum at the tip and slowly circulating his wrist to pump at his cock. he alternates between haste and steady motions cupping his balls with his free hand to add an intensity of pleasure; he’s putting on a show for his prettiest girl.

“aah!— j-just for you…only for you..” he mutters aimlessly into the air. his gravelly groans spurs heat to immaculate in the pit of your stomach feeling slick quickly dampen your panties. he chuckles once he catches a glimpse of you squeezing your thighs together, your resolve is melting as the sweltering heat within the room rises.

lewd squelching echoes from throughout as his cupped hand slowly reaches the cockhead then slaps back down the base with vigour. his now exposed lower abdomen from his shirt being slightly raised, rigidly contracts.

the sight of it all mirrored a shot from a pornography. with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape that allowed for noisy huffs to emerge, puffy lips shimmering from his constant knack for licking at them as his chest rises up and down.

“you’re fucking disgusting…” you say absentmindedly. it falls fast off your tongue; too deep in thought as you watch izuku work at his stiff cock, yet the words of negation shoot straight towards his groin and urge him on. he throbs harder than before and heaves louder.

he pumps a few more times before thick ropes of cum sputter out along with a string of breathy moans. the sticky substance paints the lower half of his abdomen and a few droplets land on his shirt. his hips spazzes as he twitches within his hands with the white of his eyes displaying from them rolling back.

you slowly blink at izuku. who is now slumped deep against the couch, trying to catch his breath. you watch his breathing soon return to normal and the way his flush glows on his skin. it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes at him.

“'m really sorry for—” you cut him off by sinking down on the floor to situate yourself between his opened legs, carefully drag your tongue over his exposed stomach, gathering the now lukewarm cum that glazes his abs. his eyes never leave the intimidating pool of yours as you bore an unreadable expression while licking him clean.

you stand on your feet again, wiping the corners of your mouth with a now welcoming smile gracing your features.“….you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3 requests r open

[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ BOTH AIN'T SHIT !

`𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞ ★ ┆content warnings: fem reader, toxic izuku, toxic4toxic & freak4freak relationship dynamics, jealousy kink, small degradation (m receiving), male mastürbation

izuku who intensely watches you pace back and forth in your shared living room in a frenzy as you question him just who the hell is this random girl on his phone.

your voice bounces loudly against the four walls of the apartment, eyebrows tightly cinched together in a knot allowing for a prominent vein against your temple to grow visible as and irritation seethes from your tone.

you watch him, watch you from his seat on the couch with a neutral expression painting his delicate features. his lack of urgency in response to the moment causes your jaw to clench and the soft tissue of your bottom lips start to grow numb from the constant entrapment between your teeth.

“i told you, baby, she’s just a friend.” he voices out steadily, head slightly cocked at the side with a noticeable beam in his eyes, almost like he found your erratic state amusing.

you stop dead in your tracks as you feel your blood pressure rapidly spike up. the urge for the palm of your hand to connect with his cheek pules inside you like a tickling bomb. izuku notices the way your eye twitches and stifles a laugh from emerging.

“do you think i’m fucking stupid or something?” you sneer with venom, turning on your heel to face him. you grip at a handful of his loose tasselled green hair, harshly tugging at the tresses for him to look eye to eye with you, his adam’s apple bobbing in response with the column of his neck exposed.

the “truth” was being told to a certain degree. the woman that made the ill mistake of excessively calling pro-hero deku during the after hours was actually his new hire, a skittish assistant who doesn’t quite understand the concept of professional boundaries.

she’d call regarding something minuscule and rather irrelevant given the hour; the shade of green streamers he’d prefer for his agency’s office celebration.

nothing more and certainly nothing less.

and he could’ve easily put you to ease by dispelling your assumptions about his faithfulness, hold you while whispering sweet affirmations, kiss you tenderly until you drift asleep in his arms but how could he when you get so riled up like this.

“of course not,” he groans, feeling your nails inch deeper into his roots. “you’re far from that.” izuku’s lips slightly part as his tongue darts out to lick at them.

you scoff, “then stop treating me as if am.” abruptly drop your hold on him making sure his head jerks backwards from the force.

“and since when do you have friends other than those two assholes you constantly talk to? should i fact check this little ‘friend’ of yours with them?” you hummed, with your arms crossing over your chest.

ah, you’re referencing bakugo and todoroki. he knows you’re exaggerating the grand scheme of things to get your point across. however, izuku is fully aware that it’s not entirely beneath you to disturbed the peace of night by driving to their residence individually for answers.

your stern face contrasting with his dazed expression with half lidded eyes stirs something dubious inside him. your gaze fiercely contorts from anger to disgust that makes the pit in his stomach deepen. it’s not fear that twist in his guts or makes his heart leap wildly around in his chest; it’s pure lust.

izuku shudders, feeling his cock twitch in the confines of his sweatpants that doesn’t find relive in the small readjustments of his hips. he smiles softly, “i can delete her number if that would make you feel better?”

you stomach his words and slowly pick them apart. it’s not “i will” but “i can”. he’s doing it to “make you feel” better, not because he’s feeling morally disturbed by his actions. will this actually make you feel better? or will slapping that smile clean off his face will?…and why is he hard right now..?

you notice the bulge forming a prominent print against his pants with a small beam of precum seeping through the fabric, causing a dark spot to become visible. you physically restrain yourself at guffawing at the sight.

your anger level soon lowers along with your energy to continue a tedious argument that is fuelling the man sitting in front of you. izuku likes when you’re sweet, you’re the sweetest thing ever for him, but he also loves the times where you can you’re mean spirited.

“you’re a piece of shit, you know that right?” your shoulders slump down and a frown embeds itself on your face. a dull pang radiates from izuku’s heart from the sight but a firm grip of your soft hand over his clothed cock fazes him. a strained airy whine echoed from his throat, starchy and soft.

you’re now leaning down into his personal space. your lips ghosts over his chapped ones with your minty breath fanning his face. your soft hand palms over his tip before trailing the muscle down the base and finally situate at the base of his cock.

“delete that fucking number if you know what’s good for you.” you whisper against the shell of his ear, putting emphasize on the severity of your words as you tightly squeeze him at the base

a groan ripples from his chest: winded doesn’t even come close to describe the breath that leaves from his chest. “yes, baby.” izuku strangles out, eyes squeezing shut whilst throwing his head backwards.

you watch him dig into his pockets for his phone all while slightly bucking his hips upward to receive a slither of friction from your touch. he unlocks it with precision, making sure you’re trailing his actions, then proceeds to his recent contacts to delete everything related to his newly assistant.

much to his dismay you release your grip on him to stand upwards again. a sigh of relief leaves your mouth, feeling satisfied with the outcome but your eyes quickly shift to less-satisfied man straining painfully against his pants. “you’re gonna have to take of that yourself, i’m not touching you tonight.” you deadpan.

izuku flashes a sly smile, already inching his large hand towards the waistband of his sweatpants. “..only if you watch.”

he doesn’t wait for a response or rebuttal before freeing his weeping cock from the confines of layered fabric. his tip flashes a fiery shape of red pulsing rhythmically to the ghostly touch of friction. the veins on the underside decorate the thick shaft beautifully while his heavy balls twitch with anticipation.

you softly gasp once his scarred hand securely wraps around the exposed flesh. he flashes a cheeky smile your way before gathering precum at the tip and slowly circulating his wrist to pump at his cock. he alternates between haste and steady motions cupping his balls with his free hand to add an intensity of pleasure; he’s putting on a show for his prettiest girl.

“aah!— j-just for you…only for you..” he mutters aimlessly into the air. his gravelly groans spurs heat to immaculate in the pit of your stomach feeling slick quickly dampen your panties. he chuckles once he catches a glimpse of you squeezing your thighs together, your resolve is melting as the sweltering heat within the room rises.

lewd squelching echoes from throughout as his cupped hand slowly reaches the cockhead then slaps back down the base with vigour. his now exposed lower abdomen from his shirt being slightly raised, rigidly contracts.

the sight of it all mirrored a shot from a pornography. with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape that allowed for noisy huffs to emerge, puffy lips shimmering from his constant knack for licking at them as his chest rises up and down.

“you’re fucking disgusting…” you say absentmindedly. it falls fast off your tongue; too deep in thought as you watch izuku work at his stiff cock, yet the words of negation shoot straight towards his groin and urge him on. he throbs harder than before and heaves louder.

he pumps a few more times before thick ropes of cum sputter out along with a string of breathy moans. the sticky substance paints the lower half of his abdomen and a few droplets land on his shirt. his hips spazzes as he twitches within his hands with the white of his eyes displaying from them rolling back.

you slowly blink at izuku. who is now slumped deep against the couch, trying to catch his breath. you watch his breathing soon return to normal and the way his flush glows on his skin. it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes at him.

“'m really sorry for—” you cut him off by sinking down on the floor to situate yourself between his opened legs, carefully drag your tongue over his exposed stomach, gathering the now lukewarm cum that glazes his abs. his eyes never leave the intimidating pool of yours as you bore an unreadable expression while licking him clean.

you stand on your feet again, wiping the corners of your mouth with a now welcoming smile gracing your features.“….you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

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[yotume]

Thanks for the request.

[getoville]

which mini series would u prefer to read? (❁˃́∀˂̀)❀

coworkers to friends to fwb w/ yuji

young newlyweds w/ izuku (when life gives you tangerines inspired)

Voting ended onJun 16

[getoville]

just an update on this; the yuji mini series will be coming out late july or in early august mwah mwahh

[mokkiaun]

it’s not like I care or anything. ﹙comfort﹚ wc ﹕ 1.4k sum ﹕ bakugo helps by doing little the things. chronic pain. second year. crushing!bakugo x 𝒻!reader. ask

bakugo didn’t care.

bakugo noticed your hesitancy to start a simple warm up, but he didn’t care.

bakugo noticed how you would hunch over your work or how your handwriting would get increasingly worse throughout the lesson due to your shaking hand, but he didn’t care.

bakugo noticed how you consistently forgot your homework or how you lingered slightly when standing up— swaying side-to-side before grabbing your bag and walking off, but he didn’t care.

he would tut his tongue, brows furrowed in query as he watched your retreating figure get smaller and smaller, blending into the crowd seamlessly.

he hated how he noticed— noticed the small things that nobody else ever seemed to notice.

but bakugo didn’t care.

so why did his scarlet eyes pierce the back of your clueless head, watching as your eyes darted to the side to softly glare at your loud classmates before turning back to stare at your empty notebook.

“oi! shut up dammit’!”

“gee’ kaachan, what’s got’cha so worked up?” denki smirked, kicking his feet upon his desk smugly.

“you. now shut it.” bakugo grumbled, throwing a pen into the side of kaminaris head.

the room became noteably quieter due to bakugos demand, fresh air weaving through the open windows and curtains as the sunlit, summer glow radiated throughout the faintly bubbly class and bakugo couldnt help his brows unfurrow as he watched your shoulders relax.

the first time he found himself talking to you was in the lunch line.

he watched you struggle to reach the last chocolate slice, which so happened to be in the back of the display case.

bakugo felt his arm move on it’s own as he reached over to grab it for you, throwing it on your tray with a small thud before grabbing himself a small cup of fruit.

he turned to you, “you shouldn’t eat that shit, bad for you.” he muttered, walking away calmly with one hand in his pocket while the other held his tray, leaving before you had a chance to say thank him.

katsuki never knew much about you, while he hung out with kirishima and denki you resided with ochaco and koda.

he found himself annoyed with you the longer he, much to his dismay, payed attention to you.

you didn’t annoy him in a typical way— not in the same way seros sleazy side comments got to him, or in the way denki caused small explosions to burst in his palms whenever he spoke.

no, you annoyed him because you were too quiet, too nice, too poltie and caring what others thought of you.

it was obvious to bakugo that you were struggling with something, he knew that much, something that caused your fingers to shake and struggle to pick up a pen, something that caused the averagely loud classroom to become so loud it made you squint your eyes.

but instead of asking your classmates to be a quieter, you hunched further over your desk. he found it weak, almost offensive and very much stupid that you didn’t just speak your mind.

the second time bakugo found himself in your presence was at the end of the day.

the rest of your classmates filtered out the room, giggling and pushing eachother with complete blissfulness and laughter.

“c’mon bro! there’s a new arcade that opened hurry!” kirishima whined, hopping on one foot to another— red eyes wide and grin toothy.

denki nodded excitedly, hands in fists

“yeah, yeah. give me a sec’ dammit’..” bakugo grumbled, shoving his books into his bag before hosting it onto his shoulder.

as he walked towards the door with kirishima— promptly shrugging his arm off of his shoulder, he turned his neck at the sound of soft fluttering.

you were kneeled down, hands ghosting over your notes and plain paper as you quickly shoved them into your bag.

bakugo felt his feet carry him, one, and then two before denki called him. “yo’ kaachan! hurry up!” he grimaced as you looked up, your brows rising slightly as bakugo squinted at you, lips pursed.

he turned around without a word, securing his bag over his shoulder once more before stepping through the classroom door.

the third time bakugo found him talking to you was late at night.

he had woken up with a dry throat and a warm forehead, the common room was cold, chilly air brushing against his bare shoulders and forearms as he made his way down the winding stairs.

bakugo paused as he felt himself squint at the light glow and quiet buzz coming from the kitchen.

“..mh?”

he carefully started walking again before pausing again as he heard a mumble— then a groan and then a grumble, laced with something painful and something dejected.

as he rounded the large beam he saw you, leanimg against the barely lit counter with a sore and sour expression.

“oi.”

you yelped, turning around and falling backwards, landing on the tiles beneath you roughly. “bakugo!.. you.. you scared me!” you hushed-whispered.

bakugo looked down at you hands deep in his tracksuit bottoms, “why are you awake.”

“oh …uhm- why are you?”

he grunted, stepping over your legs to reach the already opened fridge to grab a cold bottle. “I asked first idiot.”

you chuffed lightly, still sitting on the floor— the pain you’ve grown to know resided deep in your bones making it seem useless to stand up. “just.. couldn’t sleep, I’m not sure why—”

“what’s wrong with you.” he interrupted.

you stayed silent, pain pills and water bottle limp in your hand. “huh?”

bakugo looked back down at you, eyes glancing over your figure. “I said, what’s wrong with you.”

“nothing—“

“don’t patronise me dumbass.”

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, the space between your brows creasing while bakugo sighed— annoyance and somewhat hesitant intrigue gracing his face.

“I’m not stupid, how you walk everyday, how you always look like yer’ in pain or some shit.”

he gulped, realising the sincerity of his words, quicking adding a small, “—not like I care or anything.“ with a clenched jaw, “but it’s annoying.”

“annoying?..”

he clicked his tongue, “yeah, annoying.” bakugo watched as your head dropped solemnly, “why do you look like you want dunce face to shut up but never say nothin’.”

you toyed with the bottle in your hands, “if you dont care.. then why are you asking bakugo?”

bakugo grumbled, digging his foot into the ground before kissing his teeth. “just— whatever.” he turned, letting the cool condensation of the water drip onto the floor.

“..you really noticed?”

he turned, face flat. “what’d I just say.”

you watched bakugos eyes glare into yours— the pitter of water and the whirr of the fridge the only noise filling the hushed kitchen.

you quickly fell into a basketfull of words, a plethora of how the quiet ache plagued the otherwise simpleness of your life and the amount of meditation registered under your name.

and bakugo listened, listened and didn’t move, he had gotten better at listening to other people recently, watching their body language— the stutter in their chest, how their eyes darted to his face.

“it’s the worse—“ you paused, your before comical hands dropping to your lap with a soft thud. “…sorry, I’m rambling.”

“what are y’saying sorry for.”

“huh?”

you couldn’t help but notice how bakugos questions always seemed less like a question and more like a statement, certainty slipping off his tounge without a second thought.

“I woulda’ walked off if I got bored, stop apologising for shit— makes you weak.”

“how do you do that?”

bakugo paused uncapping his bottle, “hah?”

“you.. you don’t care what anybody thinks, and you always sound so confident.”

“dunno’ just dont let people shit on me. not that hard.”

you smiled, and bakugo felt the tips of his ears heat up and his eyes widen. “th.. the hell you smiling at! you look weird.”

“..thank you bakugo, you’ve helped me alot.”

he turned, on hand gripping his bottle more than necessary while the other rested in his pocket. “tch’ like I give a shit.”

you sat on the floor, a distant smile ghosting your lips as you stared at the bottle and pain killers in your palm while bakugo fell onto his bed, the matress shifting under his weight as the snapshot of your smile lingered in his mind— swirling an unfamiliar inferno in his chest.

maybe taking what you wanted would be easier now,

much thanks to katsuki bakugo.

walk through the beaches

mokis notes ﹕ hehe i tried my best to make the chronic pain fit all types of chronic pain so more people could relate to it ….. i hope i did it justice ᐡ◞ .̫ ◟lllᐡ ! ! i really enjoyed writing this one.. i really like bakugos character hes so freaking cool especially during deku’s vigilante era ! ! we are getting through the reqs slowly but surely guys ! ! AND I HOPE THE NONNIE WHI REQ THIS FEELS BETTER ! ! i love u all sm mwah mwah my beautiful kokkis ‎₍ˆɞ̴̶̷ · ɞ̴̶̷ˆ₎˳❤︎ THANK U FOR READING AND I HOPE U ENJOYED kiss kiss 🧁🧁 ( also i did proof read like 50 million times but please tell me if theres any mistakes (ｰ̀⤙ｰ́ ) i always miss things ugh ! ! )

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[getoville]

ngl all this job hunting i’ve been doing has me wanting to kirk myself 😓

[getoville]

writing bullshit rn it might get posted tonight

[getoville]

yuji who would instantly cum in his pants from a heavy makeout sesh… ˃̶͈◡˂̶͈

[getoville]

Just had a dream that i woke up from a nap to see yuji and our main coon cat on the couch still sleeping with out cat curled up on our laps and then actually woke up to a rainy morning 🥲

i’m so late to this but omgggg that is so cute 🥹seriously #needthat especially with how there’s a lot of rainy weather this summer from where i’m at!!

[getoville]

next week i’ll be reposting my spending summer w mha boys fic, i hope it does well on here ˃̶͈◡˂̶͈ it’s a favourite of mine