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[tuoyya]

‎‎♬⠀ .⠀ @tuoyya 🐾ॱ⬭ᩙ 𓈒

𓈒 ♪ twenty-one. audhd. writer. ࿐࿔

🪷 about me ── req & rules 🌱

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©TUOYYA

ic: lessar30623600

[tuoyya]

requests and rules + byf 🍊

byf:

i engage in dark content occasionally and may post as such

most things i write are pretty short but i'm trying to expand outside of my comfort zone with longer works

i don't frequently proofread or use capitalization within my writing, i'm just doing this for funsies. if that bothers you please do not bother me with it

i may post things relating to self harm or eating disorders in the future, never in a way that could imply glorification or without proper trigger warnings of course but if the thought of interacting with someone who may post self harm or eating disorder related writing makes you uncomfortable or triggered i'd advise you not to engage!

this is a very self ship friendly blog

requests and rules:

requests are always open, yet i usually feel unmotivated and might take a while to get to your request!

im willing to write for most male mha characters, all scenarios and characters i write about are aged up if involving ua students (duh)

willing to write for other fandoms,, just shoot your shot!

not many restrictions on what i'd like not to be requested, just keep it polite refrain from illegal / morally gross or icky kinks / fetishes as well as things involving bodily fluids, i am not your person for that

©TUOYYA.

[blond-shell]

we have to stop letting people write our pathetic Guys as daddy doms. i hope the next pandemic is premature ejaculation

[beybuniki]

I think he liked it

[kenforty]

Afternoon nap.

All characters are adults 18+.MDNI.

you know bakugou is upto something.

eyeing him suspiciously as he moved around the house; it started with him doing the dishes immediately after lunch, before moving onto laundry, three different loads, he moved to the balcony, hanging them to dry.

most suspicious of all, he didn't join you during your afternoon lounging session, somehow resisting your figure sprawled on the couch, basking in the warm glow of the sunlight.

it's later in the afternoon, when your suspensions are confirmed.

"oi, babe," he whispered against the shell of your ear, hands splayed on your sides, his body almost laying flat over yours, "lift your hips up."

you groaned, lazily lifting your torso, letting him drag your underwear down the length of your legs, pocketing the garment for later.

"what are you upto, suki?" you mumbled, arms sluggishly wrapping around his shoulders, head tilting away to give him access to your neck.

"was good today," he muttered along the skin of your collarbones, pressing feather light kisses against the exposed skin, "thought I'd reward myself."

you let him, melting into the pillows, eyes closed, dozing in and out of sleep, let his hands wander over your body, let him map out your shape.

"I'll go get snacks, mmkay?" he pressed a sweet kiss against your mouth, unbothered as you grimace slightly at being disturbed, unbothered as parts of his lips press against your teeths instead of your lips.

you nod your head, expecting him to go the kitchen, fix himself a plate of orange slices and chocolates or some other abomination he's craving.

instead of leaving he crawls lower, half on the floor and half on the pillows you have laying around, arms curling under your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders.

oh. oh.

he's craving something salty, something tangy something that tastes like your skin, something musky—

"fuck—" he hissed, eyes widening as he looks at your glossy folds, glistening in sunlight, peeking through the thick coarse hairs, he'll never let you shave again—

you roll your hips, sleepy and horny, thighs locking his head in place whilst you tried to ground your core on his face.

"be good." you murmured against the pillow, hand languidly settling in his heads, pulling him closer.

"always am." he pouted, pressing kisses along your thighs, slobbering over the skin, before pressing against your heated core, tongue licking at your entrance, lapping up the slick.

you let out a low moan, let him take control, hand running through his hairs, petting the top of his head when he swirled his tongue on your clit just right.

bakugou breathed in your scent, tip of his nose nudged against your clit, tongue digging dip into your warm, sticky walls, hands tracing shapes on your skin.

you feel warmth pooling in your belly, walls spasming around his tongue, hand sneaking down to rub tight circles on your clit.

he groaned, messily lapping at your fingers, using his tongue to gather mixture of slick and spit to smear on your clit, your fingers gliding over the bud with ease.

it doesn't take long for you to cum, fingers pressed against your throbbing bud, walls tingling where he's probing his tongue.

you go limp on the pillows, thin layer of sweat covering your body, the thought of cleaning up lingering at the back of your mind.

"I'll clean you up." he murmured, grabbing your hand and licking your fingers clean, moaning around the digits, shameless and utterly horny.

you doze off again, feeling bakugou get comfortable between your thighs, enjoying his afternoon snack.

Dividers by: @/chrisssiren 💖✨

[ryoride]

ꮼ WANT TO FANTASIZE !

cw: brothers best friend trope, late teens-early twenties, mutual yearning, crushes, katsuki is down bad, sleepover, kissing, swearing, & not proofread

ⓘ Featuring brothers best friend Kats can't help but think about Kirishima's little sister.

katsuki knew he was done for the first time he came to Kiri's & found you opening the door to welcome him—it wasn't even supposed to be something meaningful, gaming & dinner, but he found you and just knew.

katsuki started coming over regularly. Everyone wants to study? Let's go to Kirishima's. Movie night? Kirishima's house has the best snacks. Sleepovers? Since you're there, Mina & Jirou can come; it's only logical to be at Kirishima's.

katsuki would bring extra snacks & offer them to you because he noticed you sneaking downstairs to raid the kitchen, is always quick to pass you a plate, or bowl, or just a brownie—before your brother gets the chance most of the time.

katsuki thinks he's slick about his crush, but it's painfully obvious to just about everyone but you.

katsuki started figuring out little ways to include you in the friend group, blissfully unaware that the moment he suggested bringing you, Kirishima was expecting to be told you were dating soon after.

katsuki who snuck into your room one night during one of the sleepovers, his friends were bickering over a video game, & he took the opportunity, finding you getting ready for bed, making a fool of himself, and accidentally started a domino effect.

You'd always end up seeking the other out.

katsuki ends up crashing in your room at every chance, claiming the atmosphere was "too loud." from the extras & started spending more time tucked in your room than out with his friends.

katsuki dozed off in your bed one night while you were showering & woke up to the feeling of your damp hair prickling against his chest, dazed & out of it at the sight of you cuddling up against him.

katsuki silently wrapped an arm around your shoulder, stroking your shoulder slowly & watched you get more comfortable against him, letting you live in it & take it as it were, you felt safe with him.

katsuki only woke up from the flash of Mina's phone at 3 am, where his friends were all crowded around your bed snapping photos of you using Kats as your personal teddy bear—glared at them, silencing them with a single eye twitch and hissed "If you wake her up, I swear to god—"

katsuki didn't move a muscle & stayed put after Kirishima finally dragged their friends out of your room with a quiet "we're talking about this in the morning." as he motioned between you both before leaving.

katsuki completely forgot he'd been annoyed the moment he felt your fingers lazily stroking his chest, & froze up when your lips softly pressed against his cheek.

katsuki knows he's completely smitten.

[luvrspitt]

╰ breakfast, lunch, and dinner, these pro heroes are STARVING!

pairing(s): katsuki bakugo x reader, shoto todoroki x reader, izuku midoriya x reader, denki kaminari x reader (separate!)

18+ MDNI. CUNNILINGUS, fem! reader, lots of pet names, fingering, spit, face sitting, pussy pronouns, talking you through it, butt play and butt plugs (izuku), pussy spanking, (izuku), making you BEG for it, manipulation, crying, stretching you out, dirty talk, down bad shoto, denki cumming in his pants, wedgies?, panty ripping, teasing, overstimulation .ᐟ

Katsuki Bakugo swore he could handle the weight of you sitting on his face, and when you reluctantly agreed, knees wobbling as you gripped the mahogany grain of your shared headboard to hover on top of his panting chest, you never would’ve expected him to adore the feeling of you suffocating his carved jawline.

He had the best seat in the whole fuckin’ house, plump pussy lips spread open inches above his mouth with a ‘pop’, the mess of your heightened arousal deliciously decorating the flesh ‘n swirling prettily around your smooth thighs.

“So fuckin’ pretty baby.” His huge hands find purchase in the sides of your hips, fingertips gripping the thick flesh to spread you open even further, the most personal parts of your body gaped wide open for his greedy viewing.

“Look at ya,” Katsuki breathes in, inhaling the sugary scent of your sex, the smell instantly watering his tastebuds, “can’t believe this s’all mine.”

“Just feel like I might hurt yo—oh fuck!” Two large palms quickly move to grip the flesh of your withering hips dropping, cunt planting firmly down to his opened maw.

A ravenous growl rumbles through him, the saccharine droplets of slick quickly swiping across his nose bridge, coating his cheeks in your aroma. His long pink tongue flicks out to slot between your lips, kitten licking a trail of salvia up your slit.

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet baby,” he’s moaning, the sounds muffled by the weight of your entrance fully smothering him, yet he’s loud enough for you to hear him, voice low and vibrating your clit, “stop movin’ ‘n lemme take care of my girls.”

Licking and slurping, the noises fill the bedroom, silky wetness so egregious it rivals the sobs slipping from your shocked face. “Katsuki!” It’s astonishing how easily he holds you still, even as your legs completely give out beneath you. Bulging biceps hardening against your thighs and lifting you up, up, up! to the ceiling, gripping you perfectly in place to lick your walls clean of sap.

“Thinkin’ you’d hurt me? That I can’t handle you?” He’s questioning, tongue sliding down to your tight hole, digging the flicking the fat muscle up into it, “would let you kill me as long as you were the one askin’, baby.”

The gravity only works you closer, body caging in your hips to rock against his mouth, skilled tongue diggin’ in and out of your clenched hole, the button of his nose smushing into your clit. “Oh Kats, s-shit! I—too much! C-Can feel you everywhere!”

Holding onto the headboard for dear life, the wood grain begins to squeak at the hinges, soft nipples hardening when you press yourself tightly against it, the cold texture sending shivers down your spine.

“Can’t help it,” Katsuki's tongue travels back up towards your clit, placing a sloppy kiss to the warm bud, “tastes so damn good, baby.”

You throw your head down to the top of the headboard, drool collecting at the sides of your mouth. Squishy cheeks pressing deeply into grain in an attempt to stifle your moans, eyes slamming shut to savor the feeling of him absolutely ravishing your sex.

He looks up, passionate crimson eyes squinting and blond brows furrowing when he can’t find your face looking down at him. “Oi!” His strong arms prod at your thick hips, swiftly pulling you further down to his chin, your body tumbling backwards.

“H-Huh?” You should have never underestimated his strength, large hands easily spaying around your ass to throw you around like a ragdoll, fingers white knuckling at the soft flesh he grips snug to his mouth. “W-Wha—”

“—Quit hidin’,” he mumbles, teeth nipping at your inner thighs, placing a graphic porno-sounding kiss to the skin, the slick residue from his swollen mouth painting your skin, “needa hear you screamin’ so I know I’m doin’ a damn good job.”

Biting your lip, you rapidly nod down at him, jaw falling open as he begins to rock you on his lips, pink tongue flattening on your slit and applying even pressure.

“K-Kats—mmfuck! Gettin’ close.” Your voice comes out high pitched, a sinful moan roaring from the back of your aching throat, fingertips hooking into the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead to rock against him, mouth perfectly rolling the gooey flesh of your clit.

“Take what ya want from me, know you deserve it,” he’s grumbling beneath you, hand reaching up to spay on your tummy, digits traveling up your navel and towards your breasts, fingers rolling around your nipple. “Know you’re close baby, give it to me, yeah?”

Katsuki knows the exact moment you finally break, head thrown back with a sob, your slick coats his face, hips rapidly rolling fast around the slope of his nose to ride out your high, cunt drenching his face full of your glistening essence.

“Tsuki—Stop!” The high hits you much harder than usual, the strong pink muscle pulling every last ounce of pleasure out of your sore clit, causing you to jump off his face with a yelp, “too much!”

“Where you goin’,” he scoffs beneath you, palms massaging the soft flesh of your ass to anchor you back down, his tongue finding your used hole, “‘m not done yet, come ‘ere.”

It all started with that damned house dress, the one you slipped on just as you tumbled out of bed, body completely bare beneath the silk.

Seeing you standing in the kitchen swirling sticky honey into a steaming mug, every last sense of rationale Shoto Todoroki had left inside of him quickly evaporates, leaving the man at a standstill in the doorway. It’s as if he was still stuck in a dream, a dizzy bout of sleep walking he doesn’t dare pinch himself awake from.

Shoto’s legs move on their own accord, bare feet stepping off the tatami towards you. The hardwood flooring speaks before he can, the paneling creaking beneath his heavy frame.

“Shoto?” You’re asking, popping your head over your shoulder, and when you see him standing in the doorway, you're smiling—eyes wide as saucers.

You twirl around to greet him, skirt easing off your hips as the fabric swishes in the air, “was getting started on some tea, I know you like to make it but I thought I’d surprise you.”

Shoto can’t speak.

Not when you’re looking at him like that.

Shoto desperately wants to fill the empty void due to his lack of response, yet every word falls flat on his lips, heterochromia irises far too focused on your presence to think of anything else.

It wasn’t like you were wearing anything special. The airy, cloud-white garment hung loosely on your frame, chantilly lace wrapping around the swell of your breasts matching the hem at your hips, the length cutting off just above the small divot between your thighs.

You looked angelic, and when the sunlight cut through the opened window, warm hues dancing over your features like a painting, Shoto found himself tumbling down to his knees.

“Sho? Are you okay?” Gasping, your hands grip his forearms, the stocky man easily wrapping himself around your front, red and white hair spaying over your abdomen.

He can only find it in himself to shake his head ‘no’, hands fisting the fabric on your thighs, lips pouting into the silkened garment. “I love you.”

You laugh, fingertips grazing the hair out of his eyes, his chin digging into the soft spot just below your navel, feeling his warmth surround your skin. “I love you enough that I want you to get off the floor,” teasing him, you reaching behind you to turn off the stove, giving him your full attention. “You’re looking at me like you’re going to eat me alive or something.”

Oh? But I am.

The words linger, never daring to leave his mouth.

It’s unfair, he thinks. Everything about you is so perfect. You always know exactly what to say whenever there’s an uncomfortable beat of silence, how you’re so kind to everyone you meet—including himself, showing your appreciation in the small moments that many others would ignore.

Shoto can feel his heart swell in his chest, blood pooling to his ears, the tips surely shining the brightest shade of merlot.

“Love when you wear this,” he mutters, head bowing to place a chaste kiss to each thigh, soft lips mumbling into the flesh, “you are beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it, Sho.”

I’d like to rip it off.

He’d buy you ten more if he could; if you’d let him that is, all to tear the flimsy fabric to shreds, a shameless cycle of his devotion to you.

Shoto doesn’t realize his hands have fallen onto your legs, palms gliding smooth over the skin, hands massaging your hips. He kneads the skin just to feel the way it pebbles beneath his grip, the slightest hint of your blood thumping through your veins instantly grounding him in you.

“Sho,” it’s your turn to grip at the fabric, body flushing with the tiniest bit of warmth that pools in your belly at his groping, the hem treading just above your bare mound, “d-don’t know what’s happening but—”

“—You.” He’s growling, voice slicked in the same way the honey sticks to the forgotten ceramic mug, face diving between your legs.

Shoto doesn’t ask as he’s spreading you open, tongue indulging in the way your silky slit coats his tastebuds, the heady flavor causing him to moan, voice shaking. “You happened.”

Taken aback, the sheer force of his greedy muscle licking you clean makes your hands shamelessly bundle the fabric frantically off your hips to gaze down at the starving man, his eyes closed to focus on funneling his tongue deep inside of you.

“Shoto! Oh my god! W-What are you—”

“—Showing you how much I love you.”

Your cunt was his altar, the delightful sap-like nectar seeping out from your drenched folds his savior, lapping the honey slick as if it’s his last meal on earth, one to praise and devour all at the same time.

“Love you,” he’s moaning, reddened tongue making out with your sex as if it was another pair of your lips he was kissing instead, mouth moving in tangent with his words, “love you so much.”

“Sho! Love you too, l-love your mouth.”

“Keep talking,” he smiles, head bowing up and down with each fat lick to your cunt, his tongue prodding the fleshy bits of your sensitive nub, pleasure blossoming in your upper thighs, “tell me how you’re feeling, honey.”

“Wha—I can’t!”

Not when he’s devouring you with a fever you can’t seem to recognize. Tongue soft and sweet; licking every little crevice between your legs, mouth taking every last rational thought from your mind out of your body with a suckle to your clit.

“Please,” he’s begging, widened pupils gazing up at your fucked out face, “tell me what you love about it, talk me through it.”

In fear of him halting his moments, you’re talking faster than you can think, words shakily fumbling out of your withering chest. “Your mouth,” you moan, thighs shaking at the force of him kitten licking your clit, “a-always take your time—shit! So warm ‘n soft.”

“Keep going, love.”

His hands move you easily, arching your hips to allow his long tongue to plug its way into your aching hole, the action causing you to squeak. “Oh your hands Shoto! Love your hands s-so much.”

“Want me to use them?” He asks gently, dominant hand leaving your hips to prod at your entrance, anxiously awaiting your approval.

How could you possibly tell him no?

“Please.”

His finger dips between your lips, the digit easily swallowing up past your entrance from how wet it is, knuckles pressing into you with a ‘squelch’. He pistons it in and out of your hole, tongue latching on your clit to create a seal, loud slurping sounds echoing from damp skin.

It would be dirty if it was anyone else other than Shoto.

“Shoto! D-Don’t stop—please, please don’t stopppp.” Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes as he adds another finger to the equation, fingerprints curling up into your g-spot to brush the point of no return, your sobs turning into wails of pleasure.

“Close? I can feel you squeezing.”

“Yes, yes!” You were stricken by some life altering hysteria, mind utterly preoccupied by the way Shoto worked your cunt wide open, “want—gonna cum in your mouth.”

“Go ahead, I’ll take care of you,” he’s whispering, mouth muffled by the sound of your pussy, nose deep into the puffy flesh of your mound.

Clammy fingertips grasp at his hair, gripping a handful of hair to roll your hips against him. You’re not sure what you're going for, yet nonetheless you chase it, curses falling from your slacked mouth. “Shit, shit, cumming!”

The sensation hits you all at once, Shoto’s hands, his mouth. He will always take care of you, always worship you, even in the kitchen on his hands and knees in the early hours of the morning.

Flurries of sputtering stars burst behind your eyes, Shoto’s hand holding you in place as you ride it out, hips shaking, spine aching.

When he finally pulls away, licking your slick off his lips he’s smiling, hands finding yours.

His fingers are wet. Your tea still isn’t made.

Izuku Midoriya's been waiting for this all day long, discovering you tucked snugly in bed awaiting for him to finally come home, your frame slowly snoozing between the sheets.

His tartan suit was half way off, beige dress coat hanging over the peg of the bed frame, white sleeves of his button up rolled past his elbows, work badge still hanging from his stocky chest.

He’d woken you up in a daze, scarred hands spreading your legs wide open for him, cunt gleaming in the lowlight of the yellow lamp, your nightie barley clinging to your skin.

“Was waiting up for you, didn’t think you’d be so late,” you’re mumbling, voice shy.

He gleams. Of course you waited for him, cunt leaking and begging to be touched, holes ready for him to toy with.

“I’m sorry baby, a-and thank you for being so patient,” he’s murmuring into your neck, taking a deep breath and smiling when he smells traces of his body wash on your skin, “want to make it up to you, will you let me?”

An hour later he had you fully awake and stretched out for him, knees kissing either side of the mattress with his favorite green hued plug popped inside your tight ass, the customized authentic jade gemstone poking out between your cheeks.

“How are you feeling?” Izuku asks, face inches away from your cunt, watching the soft rise and fall of your belly, pussy dripping slick down to the white sheets.

“G-Good,” you’re stuttering, tight ring clenching the metal protrusion inside of you, words glued to your tongue so nicely; gooey mind worried you’ll say the wrong thing starting to scare you, “feels really good ‘zuku.”

“Good.” He parrots, running two fingers that rest on your knee up towards the inside of your thigh, the soft skin feeling like butter on his calloused fingerprints. “I think you’re ready for something else though, aren’t you?”

“Y-Your mouth? Please?” Your woozy eyes look down at him, body shivering as goosebumps erupt everywhere he’s touching you, a hopeful dopey smile spreading on your shiny cheeks.

“You’re silly,” he’s almost chuckling, chest swooning at how devoted you are to him, mind and body completely vulnerable to his heavy presence.

His fingers dip into the crevice just beside your mound, trailing a ghost-like touch up and down to watch you writhe against the mattress, nipples hardening in the dim lighting.

Two fingers lightly touch your clit, the thick digits forcing your slit wideee open, the sloppy sounds of your lips widening to fit him forces your sensitive body to heat up in embarrassment, face smushing into the side of your pillow.

“A-And you’re mean,” mumbling, you suddenly jump at the contact, a firm slaaaappp! landing down on your clit. “Izuku!”

You feel your clit begin to throb, the rapid heartbeat in your chest traveling down to the aching bundle of nerves as he goes right back to massaging it, his eyes absorbing your wild reaction.

Clenching down, the plug presses itself even deeper inside you, the cold metal working its way around your ass, the width squeezing around your sensitive walls.

Izuku goes back to massaging your clit, the soft touch doing little to stimulate it, hips jerking up to reach his touch.

He pulls back, slotting the slick coated fingers into his lips, tongue licking them clean. “Mean? You think this is mean?”

Suddenly, two thick digits are plunging into your cunt, walls clenching down around the protrusions, hot womb easily sucking him in, fingertips hitching knuckles deep.

“Fuck!” You’re mewling, head thrashing.

You wanted him to be inside you think, mind woozy as your holes become equally filled, the pressure of the large plug shifting his chunky knuckles up towards your g-spot—still not fully touching it, yet letting you feel that he’s there.

“Still so tight,” he’s observing, watching the way your pussy expands to take his fingers, the tight lil’ hole squelching for attention around them. “Can feel you sucking me in… feels good, doesn’t it?”

You can’t respond as another finger joins your slit, the pointer finger long and prodding as it slips inside, the stretch forcing a cry out of your dry mouth.

Izuku talks you through it, tells you just how good you’re doing for him, coaxing your body to relax for him, now three fingers deep.

“Let me in, you’re almost there.”

“Doing so good for me, baby. Look so pretty stuffed full of me.”

“You trust me, right?”

You focus on his words, body contorting around his intrusion deep inside of you, fully relaxed to take whatever he gives you.

“Izuku?” The pain quickly blooms into pleasure, an uncomfortable sensation building deep inside your core causing you to beg. “Want your mouth so bad Izuku, e-everything feels too tight—too full!”

Izuku almost feels pity for you.

His pretty baby begging for release, pleading for a smidge of attention from him.

“Since you’ve been so good tonight, maybe I’ll give you what you want?” He’s coaxing you to say what he wants to hear, emerald green eyes laser focused on the soft prodding of your squishy mound, fingers swabbin’ around in your gushy insides like he’s trying to memorize the ridges of your canal.

“Please Izuku,” wishfully thinking, your words slur, spine arching off the bed to greet his freckled cheeks, warm breath tickling your slit.

He places a kiss on your clit just to watch you squeak, eyebrows raising down at you like a hawk watching his prey. “Please what? Use your words.”

“Please use your mouth,” you’re whining, yet he doesn’t move, your eyes widening, “Izuku, can you please u-use your mouth and…”

“Go on.”

He wants to hear you say it out loud. The very words that always cause you to shy away from him, the perverse nature of the descriptions of what you desperately crave from him heating your body up.

“Please eat me out.”

You must really want to cum tonight Izuku’s thinking, his thighs tensing at how sweetly you’re asking, wide eyes gleaming over with sex.

He doesn’t respond, and right when you believe he’s about to stand up from between your legs, an arm anchors around your lower belly, mouth diving in between your legs.

Izuku is messy with it. All tongue and meticulous direction, he teeters between light swiping and harsh sucking against your nub, fully coating himself in slick.

“Mppf! Zu! Oh god!”

He’s purposely holding you from bucking off the mattress, rather having you thrust around in his grasp to feel how his pleasure blooms throughout your body.

His large fingers reach spots inside of you yours could never, rapidly flicking up into your spongey g-spot, he easily stretches out the muscle to take what he wants.

“I’m close—”

“—already? Such a good girl.” He has a way with making you hold on to every word he says, Izuku’s heavy presence invading your space in every way possible.

The only thing you can picture is him, the way his fingers smooch your pussy, tongue licking your clit; even down to the plug, stuffing you completely, all because he asked so nicely.

“Izuku, Izuku, Izuku!” You’re the fullest you’ve ever been in your life, tummy bulging as he flicks his fingers up, the depth so strong you can almost taste it.

You throw your head back, eyes slamming shut to devote yourself in the feeling, your high coming head on, body unable to escape the way its throwing you off the edge.

“Don’t go shy on me now, look at me.” Izuku’s pulling you from that ledge, dripping eyes peering up at him in awe, irises daring to roll back into your skull as he eats you like an animal, fingers scooping your cunt.

“There she is, mmmm my pretty girl,” he hums in approval, the vibrations heading straight to your clit, thighs shaking. Izuku notices, forearm pressing roughly into your lower belly, “oh baby, you’re so close, do you want to cum?”

Izuku is attentive, calculating the best possible outcome using your cunt as his test subject as the feeling takes over you, thighs tensing, toes curling.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please Izuku!” Mumbling, you get lost in the moment once he’s pressing his lips roughly to your clit, the pleasure overbearing, jaw dropping, mouth going silent.

“Go ahead honey,” he’s mumbling, fingers fucking your g-spot, your body breaking beneath him, “because after this one, you’ll give me another, right?”

“Fuck!” You’re nodding, mind blacking out into perpetual bliss, completely unaware the night is just getting started.

“Babe… didn't realize you were this wet, would’ve left Sero's place like hours ago.” Denki Kaminari can’t help but gawk at the painfully beautiful sight unfolding before him.

He’d been teasing you all evening, sitting you prettily on top of his lap whilst everyone else was far too focused on the movie playing in front of them to realize he was rubbing your clit beneath the blanket spread on your legs.

Darling lil’ pussy lips soaking right through lace panties, the skirt you wore granting him easy access as he dipped two fingers between them, pressing the fabric snugly into your slippery clit.

It was blatantly obvious when you were about to finally cum. Body twitching on top of him, legs shaking and muscles flexing. Each attempt to hide your mewls by chewing loudly on pieces of popcorn or sipping your drink, Denki would quietly laugh in your ear, gold earring cold against your skin, as he’d quickly pull his hand away from the mess he’d made to rub at your thighs instead, wrinkled fingertips edging you to soaked oblivion.

When the movie was finally over and you were waddling around in a puddle of slick with legs like jelly, Denki rushed your goodbyes, swearing that he couldn’t get you home any faster.

Feverishly pulling you down onto the carpet of the living room, the anticipation of tasting you takes over him. Large hands flip your skirt above your belly, his golden locs situated snuggly between your legs to stare at the sloppy liquid pouring from your poor neglected pussy lips onto your panties, his mouth salivating at the sight.

“Stop teasin’ me,” you plead with him, the fabric so embarrassingly wet it nips at your heated slit, thighs uncontrollably sopping as Denki's tongue only makes it worse, a fat dribble of spit slopping against your covered cunt.

“I’m nottt—hey! If I knew it was this bad, I would've ate you out in the bathroom.” He’s laughing, voice sleazy, golden irises blown out and dark, pupils fully covering the amber hues.

His fingers pinch the fabric up, up, up! between your fat lips, watching them rapidly swallow up the material like they’re quenching for thirst, your fat cunt sticking out on the sides.

Gasping, you wiggle around in his grasp, hole pulsating and clit throbbing, your hips pressing up towards his nose, the slope catching on your covered clit. “You’re such a freak, a-and Sero’s a perv… he would’ve probably liked that shit.”

You can hear the same thick digits touching your lips begin to tug at the fabric, a dull ‘riiiiipppp’ screeching beneath you as he breaks the stingy fabric in two, leaving your bare glistening cunt shining in the darkness of the room.

“Not when I’m done with ya he won’t,” placing a slow lick from the bottom of your tight hole up to your sensitive clit, Denki groans at the taste, his own hips humping the floor, “it would suck having to buy him a new sink though.”

Your fingers find purchase in his hair, rolling the yellow tendrils between your hands in a tight grip, matching the hectic rolls of your hips to the lazy gyrations of his head.

“Fuck Denki!” You let out a relieved curse when he begins to suck on your clit, his wiggly tongue lapping every last drop of slick that falls from your hole, “I’m done replacing his furniture everytime we b-break it.”

“Want to-mfdph—I want to.” Denki's words are inaudible as he rapidly licks at your pussy, tongue getting completely lost in the feeling of your cunt rubbing his face raw, cheeks warm and covered in your essence.

You peer down at him, his eyes slammed shut as he shakes his head like a dog, mouth moving side to side. “What babe? C-Can't hear you over your sloppy mouth.”

“Shit,” he’s gasping, head coming up for air just long enough to take a sharp breath, his finger finding your neglected hole, “wanna fuck you in every room in his house, show everyone who you belong to.”

“Oh Denki, everyone already kno—oh, fuck!”

His finger instantly flicks up into your gummy g-spot, mouth latching on your clit to lap at the flesh as if he needs to taste you to survive, skilled tongue flicking up and down your sensitive bud.

“Denki!” The familiar hitch jumps deep inside your core, body heating up as your thighs clench around his head, voice cracking, “gonna make me c-cum!”

“Fuckkk-please, give it to me.” Moaning, his cock head manically weeps through the fabric of his pants, the taste of your gushing cunt pushing him closer to the edge, your voice causing his balls to tense up.

Denki’s hips roughly fuck into the floor with such veroccity it jerks him forward, your body fully rocking aginst his fingers, the knuckles traveling further past your walls.

“M-More! Fuck—Please!”

He groans in approval, slipping another finger into your stuffed hole. The burning stretch causes your waterline to prickle with the faintest globes of tears, fingers alternating between gripping the frills of your skirt and the strands of his hair, body teetering on the edge of your high.

“C’mon, you’ve got it babe,” Denkis mumbling into your clit, words vibrating deep into the slippery flesh sending little dull bolts up and down your thighs, knees shaking beside his ears, “soak me—pleaseee, need to feel it-ruin me babe—”

Your voice cuts him off, a wild mantra of his name rapidly falling from your slacked maw as you cum against him, little volts of electricity swirling around the sensitive nerves in your mound, body rolling in ecstasy.

“Fuck babe, jus’ like that,” he’s mumbling, ripping off your swollen clit to watch your face as you fall apart on the floor, his hips stuttering on the pale carpeting beneath them, “aw, shit!”

Before he can realize what’s happening, Denki is cumming untouched with a whimper, mouth returning to lap at your release while his own creates a syrupy mess in his pants.

The pleasure quickly becomes painful, clammy hands gripping him by the head to pull him up towards your lips, locking him into a sloppy kiss.

You moan when you taste yourself on him, palm falling down to fumble his belt wide open, pulling his shaft out of the material and swipin’ your hand over his red beating cock, his cum sticky on your fingers.

“Fuuuck,” he mumbles between your lips, dragging his face down to rub between your neck, sticking your slick onto your skin, “should have done that at his place babe, n-next time I’m dragging you to the bathroom, I swear!”

Your hand grips down hard on his sensitive cock, releasing a whine from the overstimulated boy. “Can you please stop talking about your friends when you’re about to fuck me, please?”

a/n: divider by @/cafekitsune okay… so! this started as a bakugo drabble and then i saw a vid on x that instantly reminded me of shoto and so of course, jenni got carried away

[kenforty]

bakugou gets a little pathetic when he's in love.

like borderline loser for his significant other, loses majority of his rizz not that you mind, you actually love it, stumbles over his words a little, occasionally zoning out mid conversation because the sunlight is hitting your skin just right and really must imagine afternoon naps with you.

you'd think he'd improve with time, get a bit cocky in how well he takes care of you, he does get confident, but he also retains majority of his loserboy™ traits.

[chibi-tokki]

pushing katsuki away after you cum despite wanting nothing more than to have him smother you with his insane body but you’re too hot to have this million degree skin touching you. it’s the middle of summer, your body temp already running way to high for your comfort and now youre hot and sweaty and sticky and your heart is jumping out of your chest and you cant handle the heat rippling from him.

“kats…you…” you pushing him away, swatting at his massive shoulders but it does nothing. “away. too hot.”

you’re not making sense but it’s because your head is still spinning and blood is rushing in your ears.

“why are you pushing me-hey!”

“too hot. i’m- suki move.” with two hands you shove weakly against his chest and despite not having the strength to move him, he follows your shove and rolls onto his back beside you. “too hot. i feel hot.”

nonsense spills from you mouth as you breath deeply, gulping down cold fresh air (it’s hot air but it’s not straight from the lungs of your boyfriend air and that’s exactly what your body needs) vision that had been darkening begins to clear, your head swirling less dramatically.

the mattress shifts beneath you and the next thing you feel is a cold towel pressed against your cheeks. the relief is instantaneous, a sigh punching from your lungs as you feel another cold rag on your bare chest. soaking cotton is dragged over your stomach, down your thighs and over your calves before it is brought back up to your chest.

“better?” katsuki mumbles from beside you, his large hands wiping your searing skin cool with each pass of the towel.

your response is a pleased hum, lazy smile blooming.

your boyfriend continues to swipe cold lines over your heated skin, cleaning up the mess between you thighs in the process.

“need water?”

“mm-hmm.”

“snack?”

“mm-mm”

a water bottle is pressed to your lips. “drink.”

your eyes flutter open to see katsuki above you, red eyes half lidded in contentment. lips wrap around the straw, sucking down ice cold water to soothe the inner fire racing through your veins. he waits until youre done then takes a drink after you.

“almost made me pass out.” you mumble, fingers reaching out to trace random patterns across his muscled thigh.

“from heat or sex?”

“sex.” you dig your fingers into scarred flesh. “then heat but that was cause of the great sex.”

a/n: idk how to end this. the writers block is so real rn

[chibi-tokki]

getting hit with a body swap quirk and waking up in katsuki’s body and him in yours and after the initial shock and confusion, all you can think about is how you’re gonna fuck him.

“i’m gonna make you cum so much.”

katsuki doesn’t know if it’s a threat or a promise as you eagerly take his (your) hand to pull him down the hall into your shared bedroom.

there nothing else you can do but wait so why not fuck each other stupid especially with the fact katsuki (in your body) now has the ability to come multiple times and wanna break his record of how many times he’s had you seeing stars. you know what your body likes, know where to touch and how to flick your tongue just right and sure, it might be weird to eat yourself out in your boyfriends body but when you’ve got him above you, gripping your (his) hair and whining the way he usually does but hearing your voice (lowkey crazy and kinda freaky) but you make him finish over and over again, until he is begging you to stop.

“sweetheart, fuck, i can’t-“ it’s weird to hear the pet name in your voice. “please baby, ngh, gimmie a second.”

he’s crying, cheeks flushed and wet, lips parted as he huffs and for a second you think about how hot you look at how if that’s what he sees every time you guys fuck, well damn, he’s lucky. but you don’t let up because he never does and so you’re diving back in, a mess of teeth and tongue, fingers dipping inside yourself with such fervour you have his back arching off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as cries rip from his (your) throat. the neighbours are gonna complain, and you’re gonna have to deal with it cause it’s your voice hitting decibels unknown to man but fuck, knowing katsuki’s feeling every single thing you’re doing, having the pleasure of cumming over and over again, hell you’ll take a thousand complaints and awkward elevator encounters.

“baby, sweetheart. please.” katsuki grips your hair, yanking up to pull you from his (your) cunt. “princess, i’m gonna pass out you’ve gotta give me a second. holy shit.”

you sit back on your haunches and wipe your mouth and chin with the back of your hand.

katsuki huffs below you. chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he desperately tries to get his heart rate down.

“this how you feel whenever i don’t let up?” his voice is hoarse, as he drags small hands down his (your) face.

“mmhmm.”

“fuck, im sorry sweetheart. didnt think it felt this weird.” eyes lock with yours, and for a second you swear it’s actually katsuki’s eyes looking at you from within your face. “don’t get me wrong it felt great but its weird. feels heavy.”

you nod, knowing all to well the feeling he describes. large hands that don’t belong to you reach out to stroke his face, calloused fingers gliding down over the swell of breasts and fat of your tummy, touching all the places you love.

“i’m gonna suck you off though.” he announces, hands grabbing your wrists. “want you to know how it feels to have your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock.”

heat blooms in your stomach and you feel the rush of blood move south. god it felt strange.

“want you to feel what it’s like when you let me fuck your throat, when you hum around me. fuck, i’m gonna make you cum.”

a/n: anyone got a gender swap fic i can read? i wanna get freakydeaky

[micheads]

[micheads]

lol

[xaythefreak]

tired of pretending that Dabi, daddy issues mcgee himself, would not be the most emotionally dependent boyfriend ever. if you ever left him he would ACTUALLY kill himself /hj

[uravityism]

turn the camera off! w/ katsuki bakugo <𝟑 .ᐟ

word count : 946 !

content : the tiktok trend where gfs record their bfs being all clingy without them knowing , pro-hero bakugo caught lacking , domestic fluff , one use of y/n

katsuki bakugo was not the affectionate type. at least that's what everyone thinks. so when mina tells you about a harmless tiktok trend that came up on her fyp, one where girls record their unknowing boyfriends being clingy, you couldn't resist trying it.

the apartment was quiet, it was late and the city lights bled softy between the curtains, all while the hum of traffic was somewhere far below.

you were both in bed. well, technically, bakugo was on top of you--thankfully not too heavy, just close. one arm was around your waist, the other was tucked under your back, all while his face was buried in the crook of your neck. his breath was warm against your skin and you could only assume his eyes were closed, he was relaxed in such a way that made it seem like he had no intention of moving for the next decade. these were the nights you loved, when he was free from patrol and all his hero duties.

it was rare to have this kind of stillness and you were sure many, many people would be baffled that the number five, pro-hero dynamight could exist like this.

"you're warm," he muttered into your neck, voice rough and sleepy from the long day.

you smiled while your fingers brushed lazily through his untamed hair.

and, if it was even possible, he pressed closer.

it was such a sweet, simple moment that you almost felt bad about the phone that you held above him. it had been recording for a few seconds now.

it was just for a trend mina had shown you earlier (and, of course, you have absolutely no intention of sharing it to anyone), but it was something stupidly cute to torture him with.

"he doesn't know when you're recording." she'd said. "that's the whole point."

you laughed lightly, "seems kind of mean."

well, bakugo definitely didn't know.

he shifted slightly and lovingly tightened his hold on you. then, his voiced dropped a little and he drawled out the words, "don't move."

"i'm not moving," you whispered in return, amused.

"good."

there was a pause. you almost didn't want him to see the camera and ruin the moment.

his hand flexed slightly at your waist as if he was checking that the moment was real, that you were real.

"stay here." he mumbled into your neck.

"you're clingy." you teased gently. even after all this time, he still gave you butterflies.

"shut up." he said, though there was no bite to it, only comfort.

his head sank deeper into your neck again and, for a moment, you thought he'd fallen asleep like that. his breath was so quiet and steady and the weight of him felt so familiar now, it made your heart ache a little.

then he murmured a little absentmindedly, "love you.." it was so soft that you almost missed it. your fingers paused in his hair, all the while the other hand kept the phone steady.

you had a small, more-than-content smile. "yeah, i know."

he hummed like that answer satisfied him.

then, bakugo shifted his head upward a little and pressed a soft kiss to your jaw.

that's when his sleepy, crimson eyes caught the dim light from the corner of his eye.

"what is that..." he muttered sleepily.

you stared at the ceiling when he shifted his head slightly, just enough to look up... just enough to see your phone... still recording.

the second bakugo fully registered what he was seeing, his eyes locked onto the camera and he jolted.

honestly, jolted is a bit of an understatement. the blond practically jumped back off of you so fast that the blanket shifted, then his hand snapped up instinctively like he was about to detonate the room out of pure reflex.

"WHAT THE HELL-"

he was already halfway from falling off the bed, glaring up at the phone then back to you like you had betrayed him more than anybody ever had.

you could already hear denki's stupid voice saying, "good one y/n, it could get, like, twelve million views."

"the hell is this!?"

you wheezed a little, "it's just a trend-"

"A TREND?"

"yes!"

"I'LL CREMATE YOU." at that, you lost it. you fell back onto your pillow and laughed, all the while he just sat there with messy hair and looking at your phone like it was the worst villain he'd come across. "DELETE IT NOW."

"i was gonna-" you tried to speak, still laughing, "i was literally gonna-"

"I'M NOT BEING RECORDED IN MY OWN DAMN HOUSE." he barked out and turned his head away, acting like he could escape embarrassment that way.

from somewhere deep in your laughter, you managed to speak, "you were being cute."

at that, he whipped his head back. "DON'T CALL IT THAT!"

"you're ashamed of love, katsu." you teased as your hand went out to pull him back into bed, the other hand putting your phone down.

despite his yelling, he leaned into your touch without fight. though before he could lay down, he leaned across you and grabbed your phone and threw it onto his side of the bed. you had to restrain yourself from calling your boyfriend dramatic.

then, he grabbed the blanket and yanked it up over the both of you. it looked like he was trying to erase the entire incident from reality.

"...whoever gave you this idea is dead." he muttered.

you were still smiling into his shoulder when he finally settled back down. he was a little grumpy and flushed, refusing to look directly at you now. but his hand still found your waist again anyway.

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[katsukistrustychurchshoos]

😭😭 cutest shit everr

[bfbkg]

going to the pharmacy with bakugou and the aim is just to grab two boxes of xl condoms but the five minute trip turns into twenty when he slaps the boxes on the counter but then you put down a new blush you wanna try, two lip balms, your multivitamins and a bag of chocolate for the car.

pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”

and he just laughs a huff out his nose.

when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”

“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.

“about ten thousand.”

“how many do you have?”

“three hundred.”

he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.

“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.

then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”

he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.

“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”

takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.

“it’s also free if i buy it for you. use your points for the condoms next time.”

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

something entirely new...꩜ katsuki bakugou⋆·˚ ༘ *

synopsis : chubby little cheeks and small grabby hands, something not quite him and not quite you…thoughts you never imagined you’d have surface when you stumble upon katsuki's baby photos. unbeknownst to you, he's been thinking about it, too. #babyfever #whenhiskinkisdomesticity #uglybabykatsuki

tags/CW. talkin bout babies, ugly baby katsuki, reader n katsuki r like in their early 20s very early which is why he still lives w his rents (no shame in still living w ur parents at 20 btw), suggestive; katsuki jokes about makin babies but also is it really a joke (yes. well he says it is but is that his phone in his pocket or is it rlly a joke), kissing, kinda steamyyyy ooooouuu ! yeah this kinda gets ridiculously cheesy n sexy i was kinda in my bag, also some all caps

an. i usually dont like baby fics but i was feeling. things. don’t expect a pt2 where they have kids bc i gen hate writing that LMFAOOOO its once every blue moon that i like baby fics and hey this blue moon ended up being pretty fun!! this is a bit old but i loved writing it.

you’ve stumbled upon something you probably shouldn’t have, but you damn sure don’t regret it. 

beady, slightly wet little squinted eyes, tightly clenched little fists, scrunched up nose—a picture of katsuki as a baby.

he’d kill you if he found you sneaking through his photo album, but mitsuki mentioned showing it to you once before and back then you were ecstatic. that was, until your boyfriend barged into the room like he had a sixth sense, snatching you away and angrily barking at his mom for trying to show you “some shit no one asked for.” 

you begged very, very hard to differ. because you're asking for it bad. oh, so bad.

and now, finally, here you were.

you're shacking up at katsuki's house. an unexpected rain downpour made you both hastily shuffle into his house and unfortunately cut your date short. with the realisation that his baby pictures would be in your reach once again, you couldn’t be more thrilled to accept the offer.

katsuki had been sulking, as expected—he tried not to let it show, but the way he kicked up the rug in his house, hunched shoulders and a scowl on his face muttering about how the damn weather app lied to him was more than enough.

you reassured him with a smooch to his nose, telling him you could use this opportunity to have an at-home date instead. he’d wanted to stay angry, you could tell, especially with the root cause being what you sometimes considered to be the bane of his existence for many reasons. but he sighed in surrender, today was for the both of you and he would be damned if he let the rain ruin it. he grumbled in begrudged agreement, cheeks pink and finally, tugging you closer for a proper kiss.

he's left the room, his turn to shower lest he got sick, you knew the germaphobe in him wouldn't allow it, and you took your chance. after snooping around as quietly as you could, you found it.

tucked in between one of the bookshelves. light, faded yellow with a lightly worn spine. “katsuki’s photo’s.” written in big and bold. your heart soars.

you found it. 

back to the present, you’ve been at it for a little while now, softly admiring every moment of his life captured inside this book. this next picture of him looks to be from when he was around 3 years old maybe. you’re proven correct when you read the scribbled handwriting beneath it.

—katsuki (3) taking a bath after a messy playdate ! :)

in the picture, katsuki’s father, masaru, is wet from head to toe. shirt and arms covered in soapy bubbles as the still image shows katsuki flapping his blurry arms up and down excitedly, the bathtub is filled with miscellaneous toys you’re sure he’s long since let go of.

you laugh, already wreaking havoc at such a young age.

another handful of pictures make your smile widen—his first grade entrance ceremony; him gripping his mother’s hip so tight her you could see how it wrinkled despite the blur. his chubby little(correction—big, they’re huge actually) cheeks pink with a pout on his face, eyes focused away from the camera. she urged him softly to get inside with a hand on his back to follow after izuku who was there, too. reaching a helpful hand out towards his friend. as always, those two hadn’t changed.

a picture of him on his 5th birthday, grinning brightly with one missing tooth at his themed all-might cake. another one of him opening up a stack of christmas presents, boasting a shiny new all might figure the size of his head. you giggle at his dorky heroic pose, resembling his idol’s signature stance.

pictures of him showing off his quirk, of him on his dad’s shoulders at an amusement park, pointing curiously at something out of sight. him at a summer festival, frown pulled tight on his face because he’d been forced to hold hands with izuku for the picture—that one made you snort.

you smile fondly, heart squeezing warmly in your chest.  katsuki has always been so cute. sure, he vehemently denies it all the time, usually shrugging you off and telling you to stop "saying nonsense"—but the proof was right there ! you wished you could pull him out of the picture and squeeze his little cheeks like your own personal stress ball.

he stole his mom’s face, that was a fact nobody could deny. masaru’s genes hadn’t even put up a fight. but in their defence, you don’t think they ever even stood a chance if you knew who his mother was.

they'd definitely had a better chance personality wise, though. while anyone else would say he was his mother’s son through and through, his father’s traits still showed clearly in him to you. he could pretend he was cold, mean and snappy all he wanted, you’d see through him any day. how much he truly felt, how clearly he wore his heart on his sleeve despite trying to cover it up with layers and layers of snarling and cussing and that horrible attitude with his sassy little quips that drove you crazy. you love your katsuki.

with the next flip of the page, your hand freezes. no longer are there pictures of katsuki holding a big stag beetle and sticking his tongue out at you proudly—instead its an actual baby picture. like, baby—baby picture.

as in “i’ve literally just been popped out.” baby.

your eyes widen and what escapes your mouth by accident is a loud laugh you quickly try to cover up lest your boyfriend heard you. even with the lack of eyebrows he looked like a tiny, extremely grumpy, grandpa. next to that, a picture of his mother cradling him and his exact weight and time of birth.

he looks so cherished, so loved in her arms. she smiles down at him sweetly while he cries—her own eyes misty and red with tears. the picture below shows his father taking his turn to carry him—pink in the face and eyes bloodshot. he looks really happy.

there’s one other, smaller picture just below—the classic; a picture of his parents fingers, so much bigger than his then, clutched tightly into his little fists.

you just have to audible awww !

but maybe you shouldn’t have. because katsuki decides show up right then.

or maybe he’d just decided now was the perfect time to make himself known. either way, he spooks the shit out of you. 

“what’s all this noise yer makin’, huh?”

shit.

“katsuki !” you shriek, looking over your shoulder but tucking the photo book to your chest clumsily, clearly failing to hide it. “you’re done showering already ? that was fast !” you squeak.

katsuki squints at you, he leans forward, taking a few steps closer to you. no matter how much you shrink back it's useless when he gets all up in your space.

“you been snoopin’ through my shit ?” 

“not—not snooping ! just—” you fumble to come up with a valid excuse, thumbing at the evidence of your snooping. “i just wanted to see…your mom said she’d show me, and i knew you wouldn’t have let her if she were here.” you huff. 

“damn right i wouldn’t have.” he scoffs, crouching down close to you, he tucks a finger into your armpit to make you wince in shock. he’s already caught on to what you were doing and clearly unimpressed, but his eyes soften. it's an expression he's gotten way more familiar showing you, or maybe he doesn't realise how naturally his face changes anymore.

“don’t need you to be looking through all that...”

“what ? why not ? katsuki, you were adorable !” you swoon, completely forgetting you’ve been caught and quickly picking back up on the latest page you were on like it was a thrilling novel.

katsuki groans dramatically at your words, throwing his head back.“that. that is exactly why.” he huffs.

his eyes quickly widen and he exclaims again when he sees which picture you’re looking at. he shoots forward to snatch the book from you and growls when you just barely manage to dodge him.

“fuckin’ brat—gimme that !” he growls.

“no ! you're gonna have to kill me !”

“you wanna bet on it ?”

you groaned, leaning forward to tuck the book against you harder and it practically digs into your chest. you're almost crouched to the floor from your position. katsuki, ever obstinate, drapes himself over you to snatch it from around you and you wonder in the corner of your mind how the hell you’d explain this position if his parents came in right now. the thought makes your face burn. and you wiggle desperately to push this huge hunk of muscle off of you

“katsuki, get off ! this is weird !” you splutter. 

katsuki readies himself to fire off a quip, but his breath catches. it seems he himself caught onto your...less than savoury position. but he keeps trying to take the book from you, even as he relents and leans a bit further away from you, aiming to tug you upwards instead.

“i’m weird ? i catch you gigglin’ about my baby pictures like a creep but i’m making it weird ?” he scoffs, then finally relents, leaning back on his knees with a grumble.

“i wasn’t being a creep, you weirdo !” you retaliate stubbornly. when you’re sure he's backed off, you lean back up and shuffle away from him for extra precaution, which he rolls his eyes at. you clutch the half open book, smoothing your hand over the page in worry you might’ve crumpled it. 

“i just wanna see what you were like when you were little…” you admit quietly.

katsuki sigh. shoulders dropping with a soft “tch. whatever.”, he plops back on his butt, defeated. 

“just—stop makin’ all the noises…s’weird.” he bemoans, looking away from you.

so cute. so, so cute.

“no promises,” you tease. katsuki’s head whips your way to glare, but he quickly just rolls his eyes again.

but he quickly decides that if you can’t beat em, join em, and shuffles over to you, you lean against him and his body loosens and melts like hot wax, relaxing against you by instinct, a pleased sigh escapes his mouth involuntarily.

the fun ends quicker than expected when he catches sight of his picture, though, like he’d forgotten what you were even tangling about in the first place. he frowns again, hard and cringing.

“hurry up and get that one outta my face.” 

“i really don’t see why you don’t like this picture.” you snort.

katsuki looks at you like you've grown an extra head.

“'cus it looks fuckin’ bad,” he says like it’s obvious “i look like i’m fuckin’—mutated or somethin’. look like a fucked up gerber baby”

your shock makes you laugh, katsuki chuckles next to you at the sound.

“s’okay, suki. most babies look like that.” you sigh, wiping a tear from your eye.

katsuki softly shoves your shoulder with his. “hurry up.” he urges. and finally you comply. 

mixed in with pictures of him at four are pictures of him barely a few months old. then ones where he’s a bit older; nine—maybe eight. katsuki stays quiet throughout most of them, except when some make you both giggle.

there’s a sort of nostalgic glint in his eye when he looks back on them, pressing a hand over yours to still you when he wants to look at one for just a moment longer only to pretend like it didn't happen. you know he wants to talk about them, so you bring some of them up. he doesn’t ramble about them, but there’s the warmth of memories he cherishes when he warms up to your questions over time.

you reach the end of the booklet with a picture of him and izuku dressed as all-might for halloween, candy buckets ready to be filled and smiles wide and happy and sticky sweet.

—they are here !! (they both ended up being all might...)

you smile and even katsuki spares a fond little huff. 

you go back to what you think might be your favourite one. even though there were a lot of strong contenders.

in this one he’s in the kitchen, standing on his tippy toes looking over a pot of something with his mother, she’s guiding him while he mixes with utmost concentration. he’s so little, having to use a stool to be on eye level with the counter but even still wanting to stand up even higher like he had something to prove.  

“your parents are so cute,” you simper. “they really love you..” 

katsuki hums quietly, “i’d hope so,” he jokes, but even he can’t hide the small smile on his face.

“can’t remember what we were makin’ here. probably tasted like shit.” 

you snort. “i’m sure you did your best. can't be that bad if you look that focused.” and that earns you a deep chuckle from him.

katsuki stretches, grunting softly and elbows clicking with soft pops, but makes no move to actually get up “now, when i go looking for your baby pictures don’t treat me like the bad guy. you started this shit.”

you playfully glare up at his stupid smirk. “it’s not a competition, jerk. and don’t you dare !” you warn.

katsuki shrugs smugly, he chuckles again when you shove him.

you’re still looking at the pictures with a smile that doesn’t plan to leave any time soon. but then, the back of your head—a thought appears. one that decided to lodge itself into your mind, your soul and threatens to stay there permanently.

and katsuki, like he has a sixth sense, catches it behind your eyes immediately. 

he pokes your temple, you jolt. “what’s jostlin’ around in that head of yours, hm ?” he teases, but it's quieter than before. 

you shake your head, a shy chuckle escapes you to cover up your growing embarrassment. “it’s nothing.”

clearly. he doesn’t buy it.

“try again.” he reprimands.

you wiggle around uncomfortably , the photo book in your lap trembles lightly from your harsh grip on it the more the pressure builds up for you to answer. suddenly you feel very nervous to voice your thought out loud. 

you bite your lip, desperately trying to find a comfortable postion on his suddenly all too prickly rug. “i was just..thinkin’...”

“uhuh, ‘bout what ?” your boyfriend urges, pressing more of his weight onto you, annoyingly. “s'not often you form a thought up there, this is big. spit it out already.”

“fuck off, you asshole ! i-i was just thinking..! wondering—like—if we ever—y’know..!” you duck your head as the physical and mental pressure of embarrassment threatens to crushes you.

“if we had kids—like, what they’d look like...”

and it’s gone. the pressure, the rain, it’s silent now. completely silent.

you don’t dare peek up at the face your boyfriend is making. it was completely harmless thought, honestly ! the same as using a baby maker on the family computer ! but the sudden realisation that you were wondering about what your children would look like, and how the thought seemed to warm your heart too immensely for it to remain completely innocent hit you like a brick. 

you never thought much about having kids. sure you didn’t mind them, most of them were cute, but you've never talked about this topic together before. 

you feel sweat form on your temple, warmth reaching your chest and your face, your ears are thrumming.

“…kids ?” 

he finally speaks. the tone of his voice sounds like horror and it mortifies you. you quickly shoot up, eyes wide and frantic.

“KID—KID!! n-not—i didn’t mean plural!!”

and truly, you did your very best to try sounding nonchalant and joking, at least, but your nerves were on fire and there was nothing around to put it out. you start seriously contemplating running out in the rain and never showing your face again.

when your eyes meet again though, the look you’re met with isn’t what you expect. he doesn’t look as disgusted as you thought he was. instead his eyes are wide, expressionless but still shocked, like your words haven’t settled in yet, but he's starting to realise the implications of your words.

your throat goes completely dry, because you don’t know how you should take that. you quickly look away, squeaking out a timid “i was just joking..” fumbling with the corner pages of the photo book still tightly clutched in your grip. 

silence, more silence..you wish the floor would just swallow you up already. 

and then, so quiet you almost wouldn't have caught it he speaks “you…want that ?” 

you know what he means. 

“i—“ you cut yourself off. still refusing to make eye contact, you’re too into your own head to realise his tone is different. curious, but warmer, just a bit lighter.

“kid. i said kid.” you mumble, weakly trying to conserve the remains of your pride and backtrack

you hear katsuki shuffles, you fiddle with a bit of the paper at your fingertips.

“..s’wrong with havin’ more..?” 

you slowly lift your head to look up at him. katsuki is the one who avoids your gaze this time, pretending to be focused on the photo book now sitting limply in your hands, still open on the picture of him and his mom. he squints at it, eyebrows pinched tight and cheeks pink.

you look back down, your heart is beating too hard and fast for you to tease him like you usually would for being so uncharacteristically shy.

your fingers slowly creep over to his. he doesn’t comment, only latching two of his own in between three of yours. it’s a bit of an awkward angle but you make it work. it starts feeling nice, familiar, after a while. as all things tend to with katsuki.

“nothin’…nothing at all..” you mumble quietly.

katsuki takes a short moment , you hear his breathing stutter. and then he hums, quietly. “mm.” 

“mm.” you copy. it's silent again, but not as scarily. you hear him huff out a small laugh. 

“an’…how often do you think about this type of shit, huh ?”

“i-i’m not answering that question.”

“f”yer thinkin’ about having my kids, i think i have the right to know that—“

“KID I SAID, I SAID ONE!!”  

he laughs at you like the asshole he is and you huff indignantly. you’re surprised he’s even let this type of “mushy” topic continue for as long as it has without brushing it off. 

“it’s not like i think about it all the time..it just crosses my mind sometimes..y’know ?” you admit.

“yeah..” 

your head whips to him, you hadn’t expected him to actually agree. he still won’t look at you, focusing on tightening his grip on your interlaced fingers, properly clutching your hand in his now.

“just happens sometimes…don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“i—yeah ! totally, it happens…” 

katsuki stays silent but it feels like something's changed in this couple of seconds. as if a switch had flipped.

"yeah..." he trails off, eyes glued to yours. he's still a bit red around his nose and ears, but he looks at you differently right now. you gulp, anxiety and something else pulling in your gut again.

"..wanna get started right now ?"

"huh ?!"

then he leans in and kisses you.

despite the shock, you melt into him easily. he sighs against your nose, pulling back softly to look at you before diving back in like a man starved. one of his warms hands trail softly around your nape, comfortingly rubbing his finger up and down and he smirk pressed to your mouth when you shiver at the feeling.

he gets bolder, his other hand wrapping around your middle and he leans into you so you'll lean back, you do, back pressed to the now not so itchy rug and his hand moving from your nape to the back of your head. your arms wrap around him like instinct.

he makes you dizzy, even as you pull away for air, he doesn't stay unoccupied for long. he kisses up your cheeks and nudges your jaw with his nose so you'll give him space to press his lips there. his grip on you tightens when yours does so in surprise and with a gasp.

"how many you want..?" his voice comes out breathy, still not fully recovered from shoving his tongue in your mouth only moments prior. he gets a bit antsy, mouthing at any part of your jaw he can reach before leaning back up to your face to get your response " huh ? how many ?"

your breath comes heavy, ears burning. "i—i dunno, what do you want ?"

katsuki huffs, eyes trailing to think before he looks back at you.

"think two would be fine. maybe. f'you want more we could have more."

your heart skips.

suddenly, katsuki leans forward to work at your neck again, slowly trailing up.

"i'd want em to have your face," he starts, pressing a kiss to your chin "your eyes...yeah, that'd be fine.." and his voice comes out different. it's dreamy, out of it.

like he's genuinely imagining it the longer this goes on.

"think it'd be for the best if they don't get my attitude, though.." he chuckles.

your fingers find his nape as you run them through the hair there, katsuki shoves his head in your neck with a groan.

"would you want a boy or a girl ?" you ask.

"don't care if it's a goddamn dinosaur s'long as it's healthy."

you giggle, a dinosaur baby. "you shouldn't call our hypothetical baby it." you reprimand.

"the hell else am i supposed to call it ? 'ts not real."

"they ! have some morals !" you giggle, katsuki bites your shoulder, causing you to squeal mid laugh.

"i take back the attitude thing. wouldn't want 'em to have your mouth."

"right, 'cus yours would be so much better."

he scoffs, mouth tilting to press against the base of your throat

"'d like it if they laughed like you.."

you slowly quiet down, this was definitely a new side to katsuki, and to yourself if you were being honest.

"i don't know, i'd like it if they had your brows.." you sigh, lifting his chin to rub a thumb across his features. "i like your eyebrows."

your hands trail down towards the slop of his nose, katsuki's eyes stay fixed to yours, "your nose, too.." he doesn't notice how his mouth drops open the smallest bit when you press your thumb to his lips.

"like your smile, too." you hum "i'd really like them to have that."

"you don't know what you're saying..." he whispers, it comes out slightly strangled. almost a whine of sorts. you feel the warmth run all throughout your body and before you can stop yourself you continue.

"i'd like if they liked spicy food as much as you do, if you taught them how to cook. maybe they'd be boastful like you, but i think that'd be cute."

he shoves his face in your chest, grumbling your name in warning.

"i think they'd be kind too, like you are. even when you pretend you're not."

"now you really don't know what you're talking about.." he protests, you smile wordlessly, eyes soft for the man in front of you.

his grip on you tightens, unbearably so, but you don't mind. "you'd want that...with me ?" he asks, voice muffled. meek almost.

"who else ?" you giggle, and he digs his nose into your stomach in reprimand.

"i'll have one or fuckin' fifteen kids with you if you wanted to." he swears, voice suddenly way too eager and determined.

"that's definitely way too much !" you laugh "i'm never carrying that many babies, sorry to burst your bubble."

"that's fine," he chuckles, smile soft when he looks up again "long as it's with you, wouldn't mind if it's a kid and a half."

"that's...too little, i think." you smile, so wide and happy.

"just shut up and let me be nice while i feel like it, brat." he leans to chomps on your cheek, and you laugh while weakly pushing them off.

he slowly presses his forehead to yours. not to say anything in particular, you think the most has been said for now. he leans in for one more kiss, this one softer than before but just as sweet and warm.

"no kids for now, though." he sighs, stretching when he sits up again with another groan. he presses a warm hand to your stomach, rubbing soothingly up and down "g'nna have to wait some more."

"it's not like i said i wanted you to get me pregnant right now," you grumble, kicking him from your position on the floor. katsuki laughs meanly, catch your ankle in his big hand. "especially here, of all places. sounds like you're the one who's being impatient." you huff.

"don't know," he smirks, not denying your claim. using the leverage on your ankle, he tugs you closer to his lap, practically manhandling you. you shriek, yelling at him for potentially giving you carpet burn, but he ignores you in favour of settling your leg how he wants it.

"should've seen that look on your face. looked like you wanted somethin', alright."

he leans over you again, your ankle over his shoulder and your head trapped under his scarred muscular arms.

"in the meantime, how 'bout i give you a reward. for bein' so patient, how's that sound ?"

you gulp.

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[showhay]

he’s got a fetish for your love fluff, uhh kissing, one curse word i think, marking, one suggestive line at the end

tsukishima kei, for one, is a massive pole of stoicism, bitterness, and sarcasm towards people he absolutely wants to piss off.

so why is it that he can’t help but turn needy once you’re in his peripheral vision?

you were just existing, walking into the gym while drinking some soda. but to tsukishima? you might as well broadcast your footsteps with how fast his head turned when he heard the sound of your shoes.

to tsukishima kei, you’re perfect. you’re so perfect that it makes his eye twitch in annoyance. he wants to get on your nerves, really, he does. thing is, all his sense of self-respect ran out of the window as soon as you appeared in his life.

nobody could believe their eyes when they saw tsukishima jog—yes, jog not walk, jog—towards you, his eyes wide with what normal people call ‘love’.

tsukishima kei who wrapped his arms around you, burying his face on the crook of your neck, breathing you in like a man that almost suffocated.

“you smell so fucking good, y/n..” he mumbles against your skin, voice hoarse and needy.

you just laugh, hugging him back which makes him melt in your hold. “c’mon kei, you still have practice.” 

tsukishima kei who let out a needy, whiny huff as he lifts his head up closer to your ear. “would you let me kiss you more later?” he whispers, and since no one could see anything except for his back, he nibbles on your earlobe. “that’s the least you could do for looking this enticing.”

“you say that everyday.” you groan.

“but i’m right,” he counters, finally standing straight. he ignores the gasps of his teammates as he leans closer and kisses your forehead.

tsukishima kei who reluctantly walks back to his very intrigued yet astonished teammates and glares at them so they wouldn’t ask any questions.

tsukishima kei who, once practice ended, practically floated over to you. he already snatched your bag away, his free hand wrapping around your waist as he guides you out of the gym.

tsukishima kei who can’t stop himself from stopping your walk home just for him to drag you to a shady alleyway to trail kisses down your throat, his breathing heavy as he complains about you being way too addicting for him to keep his hands off you.

“how— how exactly am i supposed to keep my hands off you if you’re like this?” he murmurs as he gently sucks on your collarbone where no one would see.

“like what?” you ask, your hands fisting his uniform for support.

“you look tempting,” he replies, licking the skin he marked.

“school air got me. i barely even have anything on my face.”

tsukishima kei who pulls back with a sly smirk while licking his lips, “even better.”

tsukishima kei who stops only after your legs are weak from his kisses, he picks you up while carrying his and your bags, and starts carrying you home.

tsukishima kei who keeps leaning down to peck your pretty face every five minutes because he couldn’t help it. how could he even hold that back if he has such a perfect lover?

tsukishima kei who doesn’t walk away from your house until he’s sure you’re safe and sound.

tsukishima kei who folds with just a little bit of your attention. you look at him? he gives you a small, almost unnoticeable lovesick smile. you glare at him? his knees turn into jelly. you breathe near him? he’s a second away from asking you to suffocate him.

tsukishima kei who loves it when you get annoyed and you manhandle him by pulling him down by his tie or the collar of his shirt. he smirks slyly, eyes lovesick as he lets you tug him down, your eyes narrowed.

tsukishima kei who’s face turns pink because you’re glaring at him. he keeps taunting you just to see you pissed off, loving how attractive you look.

tsukishima kei who’s eyes can’t help but drift to your lips while you scold him for being snarky, so he does the only justifiable thing to soothe your pretty little angered brain. he smashes his lips on yours, making you gasp.

tsukishima kei who takes that gasp as his chance to slip his tongue in your mouth, his hands coming up to cup your face and slightly tilt it to the side.

tsukishima kei who grins when you both pull back panting, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “guess that’s one way to shut your pretty mouth up, huh?”

tsukishima kei who can’t help but get hard whenever you look at him too long or when you narrow your pretty eyes at him. he’s pathetic since he has a fetish for your love.

a/n: might be bad, ngl. it’s been awhile since i wrote anything like this.. like, a few days lol

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