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ㅤㅤtweeze | he/him . 20-something . employed ☹ . NSFW abound !

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everything i write is intended to be gender neutral, however if you want fem or male pov, just request it! i am more versed in f/m and f/f, but i can figure out m/m. feel free to suggest something, ask me questions, or send hate. otherwise everything i make will be 100% self-indulgent

won't-do's: incest or pedophilia will-do's: literally anything else

but how do i know if you'll take my request or not? i just wont do it, its that simple. but send it anyway, you never know.

primary fandoms: creepypasta, my hero academia, southpark, hunger games, arcane, the amazing digital circus. even if ur fav isn't listed here, i am still down to write it. i was interacting with the mha fandom looong before i started watching it, so...

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cw: nsfw ~ lazy sex with sero 🫦

he's got you on top of him, long hands stroking up and down your sides, not bothering to take your shirt off but not minding when his fingers catch the hem and stroke soft skin, either.

his mouth pulls slowly at yours, tongue rolling through your parted slips to tangle with yours. thats how this started, actually. just the two of you making out on the couch. he got tired of sitting up and fell back, pulling you with him. you climbing onto him was your choice. the roll of his hips while you sat there all pretty was deliberately his.

somewhere between the slide of his open mouth down your throat and your responsing moan, his dick slid between your thighs. not entering just yet, working you up for it, first. his fingers squeeze your hips to drag you halfway down him, his other hand bunching all of the fabric playing barricade out of his way in a loose grip.

the soft notch of him catches you where you need it most, sticky tip slipping in.

"like that, cariño?" he whispers against that soft junction of your shoulder when you make a noise, nipping at your skin.

he plays with your ass, rutting into you with a slow roll of his hips. his mouth detaches to thumb his head against the arm rest, looking up at you with heavy-lidded, adoring eyes. "you look good up there." his grin spreads, lopsided.

he takes his time stretching you out, filling you up, then he gives you the handles to set the pace, gladly drinking in the view of you riding his dick like you own it.

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cw: nsfw

i disagree that any of the top 3 would be into degrading but while they all give praise kinks its deffo a spectrum

katsuki would press you into the mattress and use insulting petnames (dumbass, prince/ss, needy and whiney baby, etc.,) with warm, calloused hands keeping yours above your head. because he's a talker he wouldn't put his mouth on you much, but if he does it's to bite and mark just to hear your noises if you've been too quiet for his liking. he's aggressive and very honest about how much you're pissing him off when you keep squirming, but his pace is less punishing and more-so tender if you squint. the slightest indication that you're struggling and he slows down, letting you adjust until he can get back into it. he's holding back for your sake, not his.

on the opposite end, izuku touches you and lets you touch him back while calling you pretty and handsome interchangeably. he keeps saying, "you're so good," and "does that feel okay?" always checking in. even with his fingers indenting every inch of your naked skin he's infuriatingly respectful about it. but he knows you can take it. you always do so, so well. big on cowgirl position so he can hold your face and makeout. can someone say breath play?

and lastly, shoto. he's not all that affectionate—his aftercare is dutifully structured like a check-list—and his hands don't stray from very many places: gripping your hips to keep from slipping out or one on your back and one on your thigh 'cause you kept closing up on him. i like to imagine he's a hair puller but not in a rough way, just makes it easier when he needs to kiss you or look into your eyes. every time you make that sweet little whining noise his head jerks down, wet bangs dragging across your cheek, trying to hear it again. "just like that," he'd groan, not making it very clear if he's requesting it or just reminding himself. he's overtly honest when he's ready, hands all over you as he roughly sighs out, "need you." and temperature play yup yup.

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cw: suggestive

izuku runs his hands over your skin, his scarred palms tracing the planes of your body with a pace so languid it could be interpreted as reverant. he touches you with the same focused intent he has when studying quirks; there's that far-away look in his eyes as they follow the drag of his hands across your back. the expression gets periodically disrupted by the faintest smile at every little noise you make

"breathe, baby."

when he brushes hair off his brow to lean down and kiss that same path and you jolt at the feeling of his soft breath fanning your skin, those gentle hands curl rough fingers into your hip—firm, but not bruising—to keep you in place against the mattress

"you said you were ready,"

his disappointment is met with a whine of utter protest. air puffs against your skin as he chuckles

"well, then you gotta stay still. can you do that for me?"

your compliance is easily rewarded. he doesn't have the heart to leave you empty.

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so we can all agree that shoto tilts his head when he's confused (or trying to eavesdrop) right? less like an excited puppy dog and more like a curious feline

like during class and aizawa's droning voice isn't pairing with what's on the board, so he's squinting and sliding his head this way and that

or when he's watching you train and there's something going through that pretty, lopsided head of his cause something about your form is off by just a tad, but he's still trying to figure that out

or even when you're sitting on the couch together with your legs curled up to your chest, him mirroring you, faces inches apart as he dotingly listens to you talk about your day, head cocked to the side

"you okay?" you'd ask with a confused half-laugh

he blinks and lifts his head upright, brows dipping together. "what? yes."

"okay, just- you look lost."

he stares at you blankly for a long stretch of seconds that gets your face hot

"...anyway, where was i—?"

"lost in your eyes."

...

"you're-" you snort. "such a damn cornball."

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hitoshi is hands down the type to never confess. it's obviously a no-brainer that he would never use his quirk on you without your knowledge—and that's exactly why he equally would never confess

he's perfectly happy just being friends with you for the rest of his life. it makes his whole week to be able to eat lunch with you and walk to class together, gets his chest all tight and warm and makes his nerves jumpy when you lean into him a little to laugh at something he said. when you come over to his house and forget to take your jacket home with you, he holds it when he falls asleep. every picture—that you insisted upon taking, by the way—is kept in a stack of dozens like it in his closet.

in those rare moments after school or during the weekend when you come over to hang out, eventually get tired while lying in bed with him, and shamelessly use him as a pillow to rest? he's on the moon. you're so soft and peaceful and he takes advantage of the moment to play with your hair gently, so you won't wake. the arm under your hip drags you a little closer, makes sure he's at his most comfortable human-pillow position for you as long as possible. his arm falls asleep a few minutes later, but that's alright

yeah, he's okay loving you from afar like this.

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the first time you and katsuki kissed was during an argument

this was back when you were friends, when it was wayyy easier to play into hating each other's guts rather than bare your hearts; he hated you, you hated him, and life was simple no one was fucking fooled let's bffr

you can't even remember what the argument was about, or how it even started, just that you were trading insults and having a yelling match and no one was close by to stop when things got physical

as it always would go down, someone swings first, the other deflects. proceed to shoving, kicking, biting if necessary (it never is). after falling to the floor and ending up on top of you, his hesitation wasn't apart of the usual program. neither was your hand, balled up in his shirt, tugging him down

your first kiss was nothing short of messy – heavy breaths, clicking teeth, spit dribbling, swollen lips. it took eternity to pull apart, mirroring each other with rumpled clothes and dishelved hair

it's not that katsuki can't kiss you like he did the first time, buuuut he's grown to like slow makeout seshs over the years -- y'know, where he can feel you right and really work you up