angel kisses

saturday | grossest angel on earth probably | i write when i feel like it

[heartz4angels]

step into the confessional ?

ㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄

SATURDAY’S ANGEL 𖤝

Izuku’s bunny, Katsuki’s sweetheart, Mark’s favorite, and Paul’s obsession .☘︎ ݁˖

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[heartz4angels]

you playfully tell Mark to bite you and for a moment you swear you saw his pupils dilate before he laughs it off

[heartz4angels]

imagine commenting on how his canines became sharper ever since he became Invincible. he shudders a little and asks why you’re paying attention to things like that and your only explanation— “you smile a lot. it’s a bit hard to miss, I guess?”

he has to go home and rub one out real bad after that waow

[heartz4angels]

you playfully tell Mark to bite you and for a moment you swear you saw his pupils dilate before he laughs it off

[notvil]

thoughts on yan villain izu . pretty pls

...well since you said please (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

so, uhh, heartbreak first: i don't ever think of izuku as a villain... SORRY <////3

but!!!! i do think you can see him as your own personal villain lol. the guy who will not leave you the fuck alone no matter how bite-y your tone gets or how hard you scowl. it's like. . . he's there just to throw you off and all that.

like, he brings your packages to your doorstep if they got misplaced. he won't leave until you open the door and snatch them from him, and even then, he's squeezing in as much interaction as possible in those few seconds. he offers to help with groceries, to scrape the ice off your car—ugh, he's infuriating!

he's too nice! you're convinced there's something wrong with him. . . and you're right.

he shows up whenever things start falling apart. your car is out of washer fluid? your neighbor just topped his off and has some left. give him a second. the laundry room washer is acting up, eating your change (and your underwear?)? hey, try this one instead—he'll pay—and he's grading papers down here, so he'll keep an eye on it and bring it to you when it's done.

you try to explain it to others—that there's a creepy guy finding solutions to all your sudden problems—and they're like, "oh, he's your guardian angel. you should be grateful." but guardian angels don't look at you like that, do they? the last time you passed him was four days ago: you saw him watching you get into your car, and your skin crawls just thinking about it. he didn't look away. . .not in a leering way, but like he's studying you, like he wants to see how you walk, how you get in the car, if you locked the door after getting in, like a good girl who watches too much first 48 should. . .

and then your building's power goes out. you're not scared. . . mostly. he comes over after hearing you fall out of your seat. it's pitch black, and he's at your door, knocking gently, and you're praying it's the maintenance guy jim or your older neighbor, but no—she's in the maldives on a yacht for her retirement—and it's. . . him.

you scowl right in his face, and he laughs it off, asking if you're okay since he heard the bang. you tell him you're fine and try to shut the door, but it won't close with his foot in the way. he has the audacity to say he's scared of the dark, and you. . . well, you're not the most comfortable in it either. .

he asks to come in, to hang out together until the lights come on, and you agree—only if he's quiet and doesn't touch your shit. he, of course, agrees. so he comes in, and you see him among your things, and you don't feel any different toward him. . . well. . .

he's looking at you. his eyes keep flicking to you, toxic green from his phone's flashlight, and it makes your skin itch. UGHHH. you're creeped the. fuck. out.

you send a text to the manager about the lights, but it won't go through. you try to call—busy. duh.

"do you have the number for this place?" you ask, scrolling through the city app for outage reports. "for the manager, for jim, someone?"

"i sent in a report already."

you pause. that's not what you asked, but now your stomach is sinking and he's been staring at you for the past ten minutes and he's huge and capable and you're the only person who sees what's behind that smile—fuck, why did you let him in?

"okay," you say, playing it cool. "do you want a drink?"

"sure."

he follows you, and you feel dread gurgling in your belly. he laughs, asking if maybe you need to eat too. you're not in a joking mood, so you just swallow more lemonade.

but you stay in the kitchen until the lights come back on (closer to the knives), and when they do, he's flushed right up to his eyes, jittery. you lead him out, and he leaves with a sad note, saying you should do it again.

you pray that never happens. .

later, with the wifi back up, you check in with the building manager about the outage. there must have been work happening or something, and you're ready to chew him out for not telling you. you pull up the outage map before his message comes through—there were no outages in your city.

the louder sound over your labored breathing is the ping of your phone. the manager lets you know the breaker was destroyed. not all of them, just the ones on your floor. amateur, he texts about the asshole who messed it up, and dread floods through you again, stiffening your fingers. you drop your phone, press your back against a wall, try to breathe and can't, and think you're dying.

who could do something like that. . .

it couldn't be him, right?

there's a knock at your door. familiar. it brings packages and dropped apples and the news that your windshield was scraped and your clothes are done—and you can't move.

and he knocks again.

"i have food," he laughs a little. and you can't fucking move. not even to save yourself. "your tummy grumbled earlier, i made you some food."

you hate that your mind keeps leading you to that point. that he is indeed not your green-eyed guardian angel and some creep watching you and plotting on you and making it so that you have to exist near him and—

another knock—"your tummy grumbled earlier." you can't catch a breath. . .

first 48, that do they say? nice girls are the easiest victims, don't be a push over, don't got to a second location. nothing is helping you!

oh god. . . you don't want to find out what he can do. you should—

"hey, took you a second."

you should be careful with him. figure him out before you make a move that could land either one of you on papers. this is sensitive and you don't. . . know if you can stomach it. . .

"sorry about that. come in?"

he sees your hands shake, but you blame it on the ac now blasting again. hopefully he doesn't know you're connecting dots.

[chazchaschad]

I do not have a "side blog”, I do not “schedule posts”. I torture my followers with random bullshit and if that doesn’t work I KILL MYSELF

[notvil]

HE RUBS IT LIKE A CLITTTTTTTTTT

cee, he literally will lean back, let it rest on his fuzzy tummy, lick two fingers and go to town on that little spot. it's been frankly abused after he found out about it. and he gets all like, loose and weird and twitchy about it even alone, cause he knows what it looks like! but pleasure outweighs every time he tries to stop.

it looks aggressive sometimes, kinda like he's putting too much pressure, but he's moaning every breath and leaking and can't keep still, flushed red from nose to chest.

if you're there, he doesn't start like that, but he does end that way. you just watch and are entirely surprised because, woah? that does that?

can't tell him to rub one out. he will take it seriously and go dumb rubbing his clit. sorry, dick...

+ there's something to be said about him needing the full brain clearing sensation of cumming over himself like a girl, but that's uhh, something i go a little insane thinking about but ... .

like, he's read about it so much that he needed to experience that ear ringing, mind-blanking orgasm one might have after going toooo hard and that's how he found out about it and the rest is history.

+ i uh, do think he's spent so much time watching girls, he kinda leans more to a “feminine” orgasm if that makes sense... like moaning, eye crossing/rolling, jaw dropping, he probably gets that weird ass energy surge too loll. it's also his default when like, fucking his fist (he's noisy but not grunt-y) and sings like a canary...

(^ + if you catch him toooo deep in he might let it slip out like that too. muttering about “rubbing his clit.” or how he's "gonna squirt for you." yeah.)

[notvil]

HE RUBS IT LIKE A CLITTTTTTTTTT

cee, he literally will lean back, let it rest on his fuzzy tummy, lick two fingers and go to town on that little spot. it's been frankly abused after he found out about it. and he gets all like, loose and weird and twitchy about it even alone, cause he knows what it looks like! but pleasure outweighs every time he tries to stop.

it looks aggressive sometimes, kinda like he's putting too much pressure, but he's moaning every breath and leaking and can't keep still, flushed red from nose to chest.

if you're there, he doesn't start like that, but he does end that way. you just watch and are entirely surprised because, woah? that does that?

can't tell him to rub one out. he will take it seriously and go dumb rubbing his clit. sorry, dick...

+ there's something to be said about him needing the full brain clearing sensation of cumming over himself like a girl, but that's uhh, something i go a little insane thinking about but ... .

like, he's read about it so much that he needed to experience that ear ringing, mind-blanking orgasm one might have after going toooo hard and that's how he found out about it and the rest is history.

+ i uh, do think he's spent so much time watching girls, he kinda leans more to a “feminine” orgasm if that makes sense... like moaning, eye crossing/rolling, jaw dropping, he probably gets that weird ass energy surge too loll. it's also his default when like, fucking his fist (he's noisy but not grunt-y) and sings like a canary...

(^ + if you catch him toooo deep in he might let it slip out like that too. muttering about “rubbing his clit.” or how he's "gonna squirt for you." yeah.)

[heartz4angels]

being a new intern at the GDA and practically bullying Invincible himself, and he just sort of takes it because it’d be rude to snap back . . . plus, you’re cute and would be soo easy to pin down and shut up and thinking about it makes him hard and that’s not ethical!!!!

[heartz4angels]

making out for the first time with katsuki leaves him twitching and cumming in his boxers because you decided to sit in his lap and he has never had someone so pretty lick his canines before

[heartz4angels]

cw : smut this is filthy i needed to let this out

izuku is your really really weird best friend . . . he’s always there—emotionally, anyway. he’s a busy man! always out doing things for his students, his friends, being a hero both literally and in all the little ways that show that he cares. he’s soo selfless and happy to help. you’re constantly calling him cute and sweet and all these little praises that wriggle their way into his head.

so while it’s hard for izuku to be selfish, it’s a little easier when it comes to you, because you’re a safe space, right?

always so soft and gentle when it comes to him, it makes his ears and cheeks turn red, unsure of what to do with himself. in front of people, anyway. only ever in front of people. entirely different story whenever the two of you are alone.

he needs a break too, just sometimes. and you’re there for him—of course you are.

squished right beneath him, trying your best to not choke on your own drool while stuck in a headlock you couldn’t squirm your way out of even if you reallyyyyy wanted to. and you don’t. fuck, you definitely do not want to, even if your hips try to stutter away from the thick cock bullying your insides—overstimulated, hopelessly squeezing tight.

you’re not quite sure how you ended up like this. you don’t mind it all that much.

“p-please,” izuku breathes against your curls, kissing your temple in what is apparently an attempt to try and soothe you. it makes you feel absolutely insane. “stay still—hahh. stay still.”

okay. so you walk a little funny after your hangouts these days. so what?

[notvil]

izuku will jerk off in front of you but you have to give him time and encouragement because he sometimes spends most of his time focusing on the head and rubbing it like a clit.

[heartz4angels]

thinking about omega reader with cannibalistic tendencies, often having to be muzzled and it makes mark realize several things about himself . . . he is very tempted to take it off of you when no one's looking while you stare at him with dilated pupils and short growls building up

[saintshigaraki]

need to very very messily make out with deku while his fingers are inside of me.

[heartz4angels]

healer!reader sucks mark off to heal him one time, & it was only because he looked like a kicked puppy and was on the verge of tears. he literally follows you around like he's fuckin' lost afterward, it gets so bad and irritating and now you're tempted to strangle him but you're scared he'll get off on that too. so now you just sort of deal with this freak who could easily just hold you down but he would sooner let you bash his head in then do that

both of you conditioning each other but it's not even on purpose. at least, it isn't on your end

[heartz4angels]

bakugou katsuki doesn't do casual. there is no such thing as a hookup in his mind. no, you can't just up and leave in the middle of the night without giving your phone number to him. no, you're not going to be able to pretend you don't remember him. he won't allow it.

gods forbid you fall into the category of his type. he gets real pissy if you ever try to brush your relationship off as casual. the word makes his nose scrunch up in distaste, makes him stare you down. he doesn't do casual, and he can prove it.

[cosmic-crashout]

She’s so pretty and scary and strong and I may never achieve this again, so much effort for the best gal in the DC (TO ME)

[heartz4angels]

being squished between pro heroes dynamight and deku all while fighting the urge to comment on katsuki's huge tits or izuku's thick thighs

if anyone asks, you would in fact not mind being suffocated by either of them . . . they pretend not to notice you staring and getting all clammy heheheheh