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⟢﹒✦﹒—﹒𝙡o𝐯e is 𝐬ou𝙧 ,, 𝙡o𝐯e is 𝐬ou𝙧 𝐠𝙧apes ⸝⸝⸝ . ∯﹒⁺

[gfsuki]

‎ ✿֔ᮬ᳘  ׅ  ella   ㅤ۫   ׅ   ྀི͚ㅤㅤ    ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she.her   ‎ ༒ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ┄𓈒ֵ۫  ❙❘❙ ͏ྀི 𓂋 .   shoto ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🌴  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ bakugo ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⠀⎯⎯⠀main ⠀ ♬᭢ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𓋵࣬ ✧ུ̩̩͙̼     masterlist   ₊  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝅼 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⠀ᚐ  recent ◞݂۫ 𓈒ྐ𖥽₊𓏲𝄢 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ 🗡️ ﾒ (   2007  )  。 𖡻𓈒     𓂅 ‎

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[luckieangel]

goodbye kisses with his forehead pressed against yours, his big hand cradling the side of your face, his breathless smile inches away from your lips ….

[gfsuki]

shoto 😕

[willgrahamscock]

ai could never outdo my beautiful perverted mutuals

[gfsuki]

#rebrand 😵‍💫😵‍💫

and guess who’s procrastinating ?

[iscreamvanilla]

SHOTO AND SHINSO AAAAAADFGHJKTYUIOP I KNEW IT!! I always thought they would be great friends and match each other's vibe ♡

[gfsuki]

pureflow is a masterpiece wthhhh

[miffysmittens]

When I can’t find a fic that has exactly what i’m looking for and realize that I lowkey might just have to write it myself.

(is this how all fanfic writers start?)

[uravityism]

graduation kiss w/ katsuki bakugo <𝟑 .ᐟ

a/n: i just love childhood friends w/ bakugo (in my head it's the only way he can fall in love) please enjoy , reblogs and comments are appreciated!

words: 1718 !

content: childhood friends to lovers , fluff , ua graduation , crack , reader wants that cookie real bad , maybe a little indulgent but i have to treat you guys

you and katsuki bakugo have spent your entire lives orbiting each other. through the sand box days to graduating hero school, you two have been oddly inseparable.

you were never quite the sentimental or even delusional type... but in japan, there's a tradition where a boy gives the second button of his uniform (the one closest to his heart) to the girl he likes most. unfortunately for katsuki, who is completely oblivious to most heart-felt traditions, he has absolutely no idea this exists.

you, however, very much do.

graduation at u.a. was louder than you'd expected. not in the formal sense, the ceremony had been neat and structured, but the aftermath was completely different. it was chaos wrapped by laughter and people calling each other over, not to mention photos being taken at every possible angle. someone was crying (probably hagakure), someone else was already trying to plan a party, and somewhere in the middle of it, katsuki bakugo was looking around. surprisingly he didn't have that look in his eyes that said the whole ceremony was beneath him.

he stood just off to the side of the main courtyard where most people couldn't see him. he waited, his tie already loose just enough to feel comfortable.

eventually you did find him--it wasn't hard. ever since you were children, you'd always known where he was, even in a sea of people. some things didn't change.

"there you are." you said, stepping beside him like you'd done a thousand times before.

"took you long enough," he replied immediately.

"yeah, yeah." you smiled a little and folded your arms. "anyway, you disappeared first."

"yeah, well. extras everywhere."

you laughed softly.

there was a pause, it wasn't awkward and you two just settled into it as you both looked out at your classmates. mina was dragging someone into a group photo, kirishima was laughing at something, and a few others were already talking about their internships and what agencies they were interested in.

"feels weird." you said after a second.

"yeah."

you glanced at him with a teasing look in your eyes. "that's it? will you miss it even a little?"

"what do you want me to say?" he shot back like usual. "it's over. we're done. that's it."

you huffed out a soft laugh, facing him now. "you're so sentimental."

"shut up." katsuki said, but he didn't sound irritated. "you knew you weren't getting a speech from me."

you grinned. "mean."

"you know me."

yeah, you did. you knew katsuki bakugo better than almost anyone else in the world.

and somewhere along the way, at some point between childhood and now, you'd realized you were kind of stupidly in love with him. it wasn't dramatic and movie-like, it was just natural. like the feelings had always been there, just waiting for you to notice.

you nudged him gently.

you tilted your head towards him, a playful look in your eyes. "remember when we were kids and you used to throw pebbles at my window."

"because you took forever."

"you shattered my window once." you deadpanned.

he narrowed his eyes a little. "that was one time."

"i bet you cried after your mom yelled at you."

"she yells all the time." he said as if they weren't practically twins.

"speaking of... even as children, you'd yell at me for not keeping up with you on the way to school."

"i still do that." he replied like it was obvious.

"you don't."

"i do."

"you literally slow down for me now."

he clicked his tongue. "i do not."

"you do."

"i don't."

"you do."

"whatever." he gave up.

you had the faintest grin on your face, it was a look of satisfaction. another silence settled over the two of you, it wasn't exactly heavy or sad.. you couldn't quite express what you were feeling.

"you did good, you know," you say a little quieter now.

"obviously." he muttered.

you rolled your eyes, but your smile didn't fade. "yeah, obviously."

then he shifted and adjusted his blazer ever so slightly. "i'm gonna go find my old hag before she starts yelling at someone."

you chucked lightly, "please record it if she does."

"tch. i'm not doing that."

you pushed him arm away playfully. "i'll see you after?"

he glanced at you then, just for a second. "yeah."

and then he turned, starting to walk back towards the crowd. you watched him go for exactly three seconds. then-

"..really?" your tone dropped flat and you deadpanned in an instant.

bakugo stopped mid-step and slowly turned back around, his brows already furrowed. "what."

you were looking at him like he just insulted you and your family.

"what do you mean 'what'." you said, crossing your arms, "that's it? that's how you're leaving it?'

"leaving what."

"oh my gosh." you muttered, dragging a hand down your face. "you are unbelievable."

his eyes narrowed. "the hell are you talkin' about?"

"i'm talking about the fact that we just graduated," you said and gestured casually around you. "and you didn't even-" you cut yourself off. "you know what, forget it."

"no, say it." he snapped. "you started it."

you stared at him for a second, like you were debating on whether it was worth the efforts or not. then you sighed.

"i'm just saying," you started off, your voice still flat but laced with something close to exasperation. "i didn't put all my hopes into you doing something disgustingly dramatic or anything, but i at least thought you'd give me your button."

silence.

bakugo blinked.

"..my what."

"your second button." you said in an obvious tone. "hello? graduation tradition? ringing any bells up there?"

he started at you. "that's a thing?"

you actually recoiled.

"you're joking."

"i'm not joking."

"you're telling me," you started out slowly, "that you made it through three years here, surrounded by people that would've absolutely talked about this.. and you didn't hear about it?"

"no."

"oh my gosh."

you turned away from him, pacing a step like you needed to physically process. "i cannot believe this. i just cannot..."

"why the hell do you care about some stupid button?" he tilted his head a little.

you stopped and turned, looking him dead in the eyes.

you'd known katsuki for far too long, yet you still almost couldn't believe the density of the blond standing before you.

"because," you said flatly and then added with a matter-of-face tone, "it's supposed to mean something."

"and?"

"and-" you cut yourself off again, visibly restraining yourself from hitting a man today. "you know what, whatever, forget the button."

"good." he said immediately.

"but also," you continued right where he left off, slightly pointing at him now. "you didn't even try to kiss me."

bakugo froze like his brain was loading the next response.

"..what."

you let out a sharp breath and then you spoke like any teenage girl would, "what do i have to do, katsuki? seriously. do i have to spell it out? do i need to, like, hop on one leg? bark? do a backflip? what is the requirement here?"

his brain clearly couldn't come up with something to say or do. then he blinked a few times.

"WHAT!?" he barked out.

"you seriously never thought about it? even a little?"

his face looked genuinely blank, which somehow irritated you more now.

"katsuki," you spoke slow at first, "i have known you since were, like, four. i practically handed this opportunity to you on a silver platter."

"WHAT OPPORTUNITY?"

"are all men this dense?" you said the words like it was an inside though that wasn't supposed to escape.

"you never said ANYTHING!" he yelled at his usual, ear-bleeding volume.

katsuki almost looked genuinely overwhelmed now, which would've been funnier if you weren't busy with being offended. then he opened his mouth, shut it, then looked away for a moment like he needed divine intervention.

that's when he saw the pair of idiots. kirishima and mina stood across the courtyard, clearly eavesdropping. katsuki's gaze was so intense that even you looked back just in time to see the two bolting. mina nearly tripped over a bush.

he muttered something and you still held that entertained look on your face.

when you both turned back, you'd realized that at some point during the argument, you stepped closer to each other without realizing. there were barely inches between you. close enough that he could probably feel your heartbeat if he leaned in just a little.

bakugo stared at you for a few seconds too long for it not to mean something. then a little longer.

and finally he spoke, quieter now, "you're such a goddamn idiot." his eyes went to your lips for half a second before returning to your eyes.

"i know," your voice came out in a hush.

then he kissed you. it was a little quick, as if he second guessed himself along the way, but then your hand grabbed his tie and pulled him down lightly so his lips could meet yours again.

you wanted this forever without realizing how badly until now.

it was a slightly messy and your noses bumped up against each other, and still, it was the perfect way to end this chapter of yours lives. it felt like you two were learning each other again, despite being friends your whole life. maybe that's why it felt so overwhelming, but it wasn't really new. it was like every almost moment in your friendship from over the years catching up to this one moment.

when you two pulled away, you let out a soft, breathless little laugh without meaning to. it was the kind of laugh that came out when things felt too good to be real.

"the hell you laughin' at?" katsuki sounded offended and flustered all at once.

"you." you said quietly, still smiling helplessly. "you're cute."

and then-

"YEEEESSSS!!"

mina leaped out from God knows where to celebrate.

you jumped just as kirishima popped out behind her and spoke loud enough for (what felt like) the whole graduating class to hear. "FINALLY BAKUBRO!"

"i'm gonna kill them." katsuki said with a voice that truly did have the intent to kill.

you leaned into katsuki, whispering. "we deserve to embarrass them when they realize."

the world felt right.

this concept was funny in my head, so i hope you all enjoyed hehe (i'm horrible at writing kiss scenes)

with love , uravityism

[gfsuki]

hi wifey omg imy

how have u been !!!!!

tell me why I just saw this when i logged into my laptop...

tumblr notifications is so shit

but hi baby ur so cute for reaching out ILY and imy2 !!!

honestly I'm so over everything I just want summer to come by so I can sleep all day without stressing ughhh, but hbuuu ? you have an early summer vacation right ??

[gfsuki]

guys, i have tooo many thoughts, I start writing them, pause and go study, and when i comebcak the flowstate i reached is gone..

i've got like so many unfinished prompts, i feel like i lost any motivation ughhhh.

[gfsuki]

sukuna is SO Han Seojun from true beauty

[tokkushin]

the day after your first time with katsuki... and he's smug asf at how nervous you are

you can barely look at him without being flooded with memories of last night and getting flustered, so you silently distance yourself and offer to go buy something from the store.

asking him to pass you the car keys and you watch as he just shoves them in his own pocket. when you stare at him all confused he tells you to 'come get them yourself'…

and when you do, you can feel him watching your every move while you fumble with the keys through his jeans, because the feeling of his eyes on you and the limited distance between you two has suddenly made your hands stop working.

and he does absolutely nothing to help cause he thinks it's cute

[cinna-creme]

i love shoto sm i cant do it anymore !! he looks so squishable n kissable and i just wanna !!! i wanna shower him w so many kisses and hugs and make him food and !! :((((((((((

[rosesforshoto]

NO BUT FR HES SO CUTE LOOK AT HIM CLUTCHING THE GIFTBAG AND HIS BACKBACK AND HIS FACE OH IM SICK

[katsuiki]

୨୧  𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊　💭 　៸៸ 　husband todoroki’s “cluelessness” in bed is your best worst enemy . . .

꒰ 18+ ꒱　 minors don’t interact ! ꒰꧞ ˃ 𓈒 ׁ ⑅⠀ ˂ ꒱ྀི ♡　 ׄ　 ✉️　 ۫ 　❛ requested by a sweetie !

shoto wasn’t the type to fuss. not outwardly at least. always attentive, always quietly catering to your needs in that subtle way of his. he didn’t say much, he didn’t need to. his actions spoke well enough on their own.

the way he would prepare soba for you and him whenever he was feeling hungry, drawing baths for you without a second thought, always bringing back the cutest souvenirs whenever he went elsewhere for hero work . . . he was a sweetheart, really.

while no words could fully encapsulate your love for him, you sometimes wondered if the number two hero was capable of understanding the art of seduction at all.

not that he was lacking in any way—if anything, that was the problem. shoto wasn’t a performer; he was a giver. there was no practiced confidence in the way he approached you, no effort to be anything other than sincere. and somehow, that made everything feel more intense instead.

he was hovered over you, your frame supported by the plethora of soft, satin pillow beneath you, body draped in pretty lace undergarments. your arms were wrapped around his muscular build for support. your face mere centimeters from his own, close enough to let your breaths mingle. his two toned eyes didn’t leave you, as he slid his cock over your dampened folds, flushed tip nudging into your small button of nerves with each rock of his hips.

“you made that sound earlier too.” he spoke gently, tilting his head down at you.

“... does that mean you like this?” his voice is low and warm, heavy hands resting caging you in underneath him, soft strands of hair tickling your forehead. you nodded sheepishly, glancing down to see where the two of joined together — or almost. each soft stroke sent waves of pleasure through you, each vein of his shaft nudging against your drenched folds in a way that made your toes curl.

the soft squelches of skin on a skin made your brain melt, the slow roll of his hips only making your tummy flutter. 

“shoto.. put it in already…” you whined, batting your eyelashes up at him, earning a small hum from your husband. “are you sure? i read that you’re supposed to take it slow..”

you couldn’t help but let out a small breathy laugh, “i’ll be fine… besides.. this is slow.”

he lets out a small huff of laughter, “you do have a point…” 

he shifts just enough for his flushed tip to align with your entrance, he pushes in slow and steady until he’s buried deep inside you. your body involuntary clenching around him. 

his forearms cradled your head as he he moved with shallow thrusts, everso gently. his girth stretching you out, his gaze remaining fixed on you, afraid he’ll miss all your soft breaths and gasps. “you look so pretty like this…” he murmurs more to himself than to you. 

to be honest, sex with todoroki was never the same, each time more intimate than the last. it never fully settled into routine. every time still felt like the first time with him: a tinge of hesitance whenever he touched you, soft in the same way, rediscovering each other over and over again.

his thrusts picked up in speed, rolling his hips lazily against you, filling you up deeper and deeper. 

“s-so full sho…” you mewl, honeyed voice sending small waves of pleasure through his system. his face lights up, a soft gasp escaping him at your approval, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, sheen with sweat, pressing soft kisses against your nape right under your ear before they turned into soft bites. just the way you liked.

“good?” he hummed against your skin.

your walls clamped down on him tighter, lips parted as you hung your arms around the back of his neck, fingers tangling through his hair: “y-yes, keep going” your voice is shaky and needy as your velvet walls molded to fit him, his tip—flushed and sensitive inside you—grazing up against your sweet spot. 

his touches to your skin remained gentle, one hand coming up to cup your breast as your legs wrapped around his waist, fully enveloping him in your warmth. the soft squish of your cunt filling up the room, clenching around him so hard that he lets out a choked moan. his pace not faltering, slow and heavy.

todoroki didn’t need to go fast for you to lose your breath. the stretch of him was enough, thick veins dragging along your walls, his sensitive head nudging your sweet spot as if it were second nature. warmth bubbled up in your chest as your walls fluttered around him, slick dripping down between your thighs. 

“mmmh.. sho.. m’close...”, your brows knitting together in bliss.

“m’close too…” he huffs before as his fingers find your puffy clit, his thumb pressing small figure eights, leaving your mouth agape. “better?” he hums.

“yes, fuck,” your eyes shut in utter bliss as you felt waves of pleasure wobble through your body. he captures you in a harsh yet gentle kiss, tongue softly prodding against the plush of lips . . .

it was all so overwhelming, his weight pressing into you, his scent, faintly of hinoki wood and clean skin, filling your senses.

your orgasm following soon after — calling out his name in a muffled sob, thighs twitching against him, your heat clamping down around him . . . it wasn’t long before his own release rushed up on him, choking up on top of you, rivulets of white painting your walls.

the two of you caught your breath before he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, wiping the sweat off your forehead with a gentle swipe of his thumb. his two-toned strands sticking to to his own forehead, a pink hue gracing his cheeks.

he looked so pretty like this. soft light catching on his features, his expression unguarded. beautiful, really. he let out a soft hum, bringing your attention back to him.

“i was wondering..” he began, settling besides you, head hitting the pillow with a dull thud. “if it’s okay, can we try something else?” eyes hesitant and unblinking, his length still buried deep inside you. chest heaving softly, coming out in labored breath.

your hand rises to his scar, pressing soft, careful touches there. “sure we can…”

who were you to say no? 

if curiosity did kill the cat… it didn’t stand a chance with him anyway.

♡　 © KATSUIKI ׄ　 ✉️　 ۫ 　❛

[gfsuki]

i love him 🙁

[tokkushin]

— BLACK WHIP !! katsuki bakugou x afab!f!reader

.✦ ݁˖ summary: you hate your boyfriend's new car, but katsuki thinks you just need to get to know each other a little more ... personally

+ hickeys, pet names, car sex, brief pussy slapping, cum eating, oral (f!receiving), pwp, katsuki refers to the porsche as his girl once... just trust me, implied kirimina (yeah boohoo)

The restaurant is loud, overlapping conversations, the sounds of cutlery clashing with stained porcelain — it's overwhelming. And so is the feeling of Katsuki fiddling with the hem of your dress.

In all honesty, you're finding it difficult to concentrate. Even as the couple in front of you poke and prod for details about your, not-so-personal lives, your mind can't help but wander to something else…

"So," the redhead starts, twirling pasta around his fork before glancing up at you, "do you like Bakugou's new car?"

Ah, yes — the Porsche.

The newest addition to the list of things Katsuki really didn't need, but bought anyway because he thought it was cool — second only to the five foot All Might figurine currently collecting dust in his office.

Your boyfriend first brought up the idea on a rainy Sunday in your shared home — limbs tangled together, skin stuck to one another as you melt into the rise and fall of his chest. It was a quiet morning — one filled with love making and breakfast in bed.

So, imagine your disdain when Katsuki ruined it with his stupid questions.

"I wanna buy a Porsche" he murmured, voice muffled against your hair, "you're cool with that, right?" 

No. No, you weren't. 

In fact, you expressed how "uncool" you were with it for two whole hours. Sharp words and even sharper glares thrown at the blonde in hopes it might change his mind. 

An argument you were confident he'd back down from when sense was spoken into him by the person he loves most.

"Katsuki, those cars are for players. They're for guys who only think with their dick, or who only want to fuck in said car after they practically bankrupt themselves for it" you huff, shoving open the bathroom with the blonde hot on your tail. "Besides, we don't need it."

"C'mon, princess. You know I'm not like that." he mutters, arms caging you in against the counter as he watches you through the mirror, eyes locked on yours.

A low laugh escapes your lips. 

"You're not gonna try to have sex with me in your car? At all?" you question.

There's a beat of silence as you wait for his answer, but the faint blush on his cheeks says enough. 

"If you hate it, we'll get rid of it. Just give it two weeks." 

You blink, "No sex?"

"… No sex in the car, won't even touch you when we get in there."

But that didn't happen — of course it didn't. In fact, he barely lasted three days before he was going back on his word. There was nothing Katsuki hated more than his two girls not getting along. 

So, he did what had to be done.

"'Suki, fuck. Hold on a second-" you whine, nails digging into the orange leather seat as your hips stutter against his tongue. The rough hands that trail over your waist are the only thing that ground you as Katsuki laps at your slit like a starved man.

Every flick of his tongue is addictive, the soaked muscle sucking at your clit before it pokes and prods at your weeping hole. Your moans swallowed by the walls of the Porsche, leaving each sound louder than it should be.

"Feels good, huh?" he asks, as if the tears in your eyes don't say enough. He pulls away from your heat, gracing you with a sharp spank to your clit — nipping at your thighs before peering up at you with a dazed look. 

Your jaw goes slack as he trails two fingers along your folds, toying with the slick before bringing it towards his lips. The tight space only makes him feel closer, his voice lower, heavier — as if Katsuki was everywhere at once.

Your hips buck helplessly as you search for the feeling of his fingers pressing inside you — but it never comes. Whining into the stifling heat of the car and fluttering your lashes to glance at the man between your thighs — windows fogging as you catch your breath.

"Kats, please" you grumble, giving light tugs to his hair as you try to guide his face back to your cunt. He only laughs at your feeble attempts, wrapping his, much larger hand around yours and bringing it to his lips.

"You still hate the car, Princess?" he questions, rushing the words out before he's pressing small kisses against your knuckles. Your skin sticks against the leather slightly, a constant reminder of where you were even when you try to ignore it. "Nothing's…changed your mind?"

A loud sigh escapes your lips, head lolling back before its met with the cool, tempered glass of the window.

Stupid fucking car.

"I'll move it to a strong dislike" you quip, shifting your gaze from his, suddenly, intimidating stare.

"You sure? Those nail marks in my seat say otherwise" he teases, trailing his fingers back along your slit before he's easing them inside you. You arch off the seat as much as the space of the car will allow, hips grinding against his tongue as he moves alongside the rhythmic thrusts of his fingers. "Wanna change your answer?"

And did you want to change your answer? Absolutely not. Then Katsuki and the car would win. But was the flick of his tongue making it harder to hold your own? Maybe a little bit.

"Mmm—fuckfuckfuck—yes, please. P-please, Katsuki." you gasp, his fingers only picking up in speed as he wipes his mouth with his free hand — you don't miss the knowing smirk on his face as he watches your body's reaction, the dim interior filled with short bursts of headlights through the tinted windows.

"There we go." he coos, moving up from his spot on the ground to hover over you, thick fingers continuing their assault on your sopping hole. 

He smiles against your lips, planting a chaste kiss to them. His fingers coaxing you through your climax, as he whispers against the shell of your ear, "Doesn't it feel good to be honest?" 

With the speed of his fingers, the humidity in the car and the way your mind can focus on nothing but him — you swear you see stars. Grinding against the padded leather as you ride out your high on the blonde's fingers. 

The soft buzz of his phone cuts through the heated air, the brightness of the screen sending a brief ache to your irises.

He reads the message before he pockets it, already searching for where he discarded your panties not too long ago.

"What's it say?" you question, though it all comes out breathless.

A smirk ghosts on his lips before he speaks, "Eij and Raccoon Eyes will be there in 20" he says, guiding the lace onto your ankles before trailing it up to snap against your thighs. "We better get going"

…

"Hey, did you hear me? I asked what you thought about Bakugou's new whip" Eijiro smiles, giving a quick nudge to his girlfriend before finishing his sentence with a roll of bread between his teeth. 

You try to ignore the flurries that creep up your body as Katsuki's fingers trail up your thighs, rubbing soothing circles on the bites he left on your skin mere minutes ago.

"Yeah," you smile, clearing your throat and bringing your glass to your lips. "...I love it."

BONUS!

kirishima: dude, you GOTTA tell me what you did.

kirishima: saw this sweeeet looking red subaru impreza the other day

kirishima: mina is NOT having it...

kirishima: any tips on how you got her to switch up like that?

bakugou: Yeah.

bakugou: Let her help you break it in.

© tokkushin — all rights reserved. all works belong to me .ᐟ pls do not repost/copy, or feed into ai.

a/n: i really wanted to give the porsche a name, but i couldn't think of anything ... thank you @kamislop for beta reading for me, i owe you my left labia <3 and thanks @izutwos for helping me with kiri's car 🙂‍↕️ also this is no shade to the porsche community here // yoohoo @lonelyfooryouonly & @satiiv-a comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! MWAH 💋

[sp1ritb0x]

So don’t get caught in the heat of it