yuuji brainrot…. i am begging for you to hold off until i finish this fic LMAOOO
Oh oh I see Miruko talk on the dash.
She sits you in her lap, gliding her fingertips across the back of your neck, letting them brush against your skin just enough to watch the goosebumps rise. Leaning in close when she tangles her fingers in your hair and pulls just enough to tilt your head back.
Her breath is warm against your skin, her lips parted in a devious smirk before she kisses your neck so soft, then sinks her teeth into you making your body jump before you melt into her. Your back leaning into her chest as your breaths turn into soft pants waiting for her fingers to find one of your already hardened nipples, thumbing them and rolling them in a pinch before she tugs at them, making you whimper for her when she speaks,
“What is it bunny? Be a good for me and tell me what you want.”
JKSADKJAKJ THIS IS SO SEXY PLEASE
I am on chapter 47 of wy, I think I am going to finish it in a whole day
um.. the buildup for this kogami fic is already like 4k aksjk it might end up being more than 10k because there are kinda. 2 steamy scenes
Now that I have red hair, can I wife you?? ❤
I am proposing.
I will be the Yuuji to your Todo
The Kiri to your Baku
The Baji to your Fuyu
Whatever you need. I am that.
THE RED HAIR OMG… SO MANLY !!! I BET IT LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU !!! <333
THIS IS SO CUTE PLEASE. YES YES . I ACCEPT WHOLEHEARTEDLY ;v; u are my wife now !!!!!
remember when that U2 album just appeared on everyones iphone
kirishimas version of dirty talk is so. i just think about it incessantly. like with your legs around his waist, dick so deep it’s hard to breathe, teeth nipping at your jaw. you’re all soft, all needy. and you moan his name - real easy “eiji, feels good.” and he like. laughs a little agains your throat before rutting his hips and going
“yeah? wanna be so good to you baby. wanna be so good to you.” and something about the way he phrases it. makes my head hurt.
look look i just have to come in here and just tell u straight that that scene with yuuji in wyws (the couch one uwu) like… i felt like i was folded in half????? i need to read the other chaps when im in a good brain moment, but just… i saw you interacting on my dash and was REMINDED that i am now down bad for itadori
the way he’s just STRONG and rough bc of his strength???? i… sigh. anyways, the whole thing was fantastic!!! but that scene haunts me ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ in a good way!!!
LEESE I….. 😭😭😭 KJASDKAK I AM SO STOKED THAT U LIKED IT !!!! that means a lot to me and i appreciate u taking the time to send me this ;v; <3
omg my brainrot for yuuji is so BAD IM SO GLAD U ARE SUFFERING WITH ME i cant do this alone LMAOOO he makes my strength kink go crazy JKAKJ.
i think no matter how much he tries to hold back he just ends up railing u into oblivion because he has no self control once he hits a certain point — SOMEONE STOP ME LMAO IM DESCENDING INTO IT AGAIN !!!
no but. IM HUGGING U SO MUCH !!!
hi friends! i thought it would be fun to do an open collab based around the holiday season but with a lil candy cane twist. write for your favourite character with a cliche au such as flower shop, tattoo artist, coffee shop, etc!
•10 out of 24 spaces open
•minimum word count of 500
•sfw, nsfw, and dark content (appropriately and properly tagged) are welcome
•character and au/cliche repeats allowed as long as they’re not the same combo
•open fandoms are my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, and haikyuu
•collab pieces are due january 2nd 2022 (you can join up to november 30th)
•please reblog this post when i’ve added you to the list and link to the masterlist in your post
send me a message to join with your character and your cliche/au! as my blog is strictly 18+, please be over 18 with your age in your bio/pinned post
what if i wrote kogami x reader x makishima…. just kidding… unless
GENTLE | BAKUGOU KATSUKI
There’s a certain gentleness to the way Bakugou bares himself to you in these moments.
When he’s slow to peel the hero uniform off his body. Dropping a gauntlet, then its pair. Kicking off a steel toe boot. Slipping off a heavy knee guard. He doesn’t shield himself, doesn’t attempt to hide. He just bares himself, piece by piece in your apartment’s too cramped bathroom.
It’s easy, open and inviting how he doesn’t stop you from running your fingers down his spine. The shivers that run up it, the hardly audible sigh that slips through canine bitten lips. He pushes subconsciously into your touch, eases himself into your hands and doesn’t jerk away when you press into a knot beneath his shoulder.
And he doesn’t even mind that he’s standing bare in front of you, he just watches you in the mirror. Vermillion eyes cataloging your every move as you mold around him—press your lips to his shoulder, curl a hand around his chest, fan your breath against scarred pale skin.
His hands work on their own at times like this, follow a routine he’s ingrained in his mind as he reaches for you. It’s so far from harsh, his fingers tugging your shirt over your head, undoing the button on your jeans. He strips you in front of him. Leaves you as nothing but skin and bones. Nothing to separate, nothing to divide.
Warm palms wrap around your wrists and drag you towards the shower. And he hasn’t even started the water yet, and you both know it’ll feel like icicles on your skin because of it, but you follow him anyway.
You’re right, and the water wracks your bones as Bakugou turns it on. But just like everything else around the hero in front of you, it thaws. Nothing stays frozen for long, melting and igniting and soon the water turns warm as well as your chest as Bakugou presses a kiss to your wrist, your forearm, your collarbone. He pauses there, applies a few extra languid brushes of his lips against the soft skin, skims his teeth along the dip of bone.
You press into him, allowing him to dig blunt nails into your waist as you comb your hand back through quickly dampening blond tufts. It’s intimate, the way you tug his head up enough so that you can reach his lips, the way you meld them together so perfectly. It’s unnerving, how his groan reverbates from his throat down into yours. Like you’re drinking him up, swallowing down everything he’ll give you until there’s nothing left.
He can’t help it, how he shoves you against the shower wall. And it isn’t his fault, really, how his hips press to yours with a sense of urgency. And maybe the exhales blowing past his lips and through yours are uncharacteristically breathy, a smidge too airy and light and damn near whiny as he tries and tries and tries to somehow get closer to you. Like he wishes he could crawl in and share the same skin.
You think if you could, you’d let him. You’d give up any part of yourself to him, allow him this indulgence in the silence of your home, under the serenity of the rain of your shower.
Because it’s gentle, the way his hand slides between your bodies and suddenly it’s his turn to drink in any sound you might dare to let out. And you bask in it and relish in it and let yourself drown in the tenderness that is Bakugou Katsuki.
Hardened number two hero who softens from nothing but your touch.
reblogs appreciated <3
bakugou katsuki doesn’t believe he’s good.
which is funny, in its own way. he’s a hero after all, it’s his job to be good. be kind, be tender, be a hero to the people. protect them, they say. be the kind of person people can look up to.
but bakugou has never really been in it for the goodness. deep down, there’s this part of him that believe that he was never good to begin with. it’s not something he can verbalize, or even express without people looking at him like he’s grown three heads.
he doesn’t want peoples pity. that unnecessary look of despair that people cast his way every time he brings it up. they can pinpoint his accomplishments, his achievements, his goals - all of it. but when it comes down to him, the fundamental question of his goodness, people seem to draw a blank. like they don’t know how to answer.
he’s learned that it’s better not to bring it up. at least that way he can avoid the pitying remarks and attempts of reassurance. but when people praise him about his character, there’s always something downcast in his eyes. like he’s mourning a person he doesn’t know. a shadow. deep down, he doesn’t believe he’s good.
he’s justified it all sorts of ways. maybe you don’t need to be a good person fundamentally. maybe the idea of a good person is something foreign anyways, because people are just people who do things. some good and some bad and some neither and some both. he’s had the conversation with himself so many times before. but it all comes back to the one thing.
which is that, some part of bakugou katsuki, would like to feel.. that he’s good. maybe just once, he wants to feel good and right and centered. he wants to feel like the universe is in his favor.
maybe wanting to be good is just another way for him to express that he’d like to stop fighting himself over everything he does. there’s no worse critique of bakugou than him. his impossible standard.
when you say it for the first time - he can’t help but be stunned.
it’s subtle. it’s soft, late into the evening - you press your cheek against his when he brings you a cup of coffee and sits next to you.. you take a sip and you sigh and your eyes get soft. and you say it.
“you’re so good to me katsuki.” easily, like it’s nothing “thanks for the coffee.”
it comes out of his mouth before he knows it’s happening.
“..you think i’m good?” and it’s strained. his voice breaks, just a little. you give him a look, but you nod. it’s instant. assured.
“of course you’re good.” you say - like you know he needs to hear it. his eyes close and his hand holds you tighter.
“what about..” he stops, takes a breath, holds back tears he’s cried so many times before “what about me is good to you?”
he hopes you don’t hear the shatter in voice, but you do. and you smile, because you know. you know him so well. and you know what he wants, who he is. who could love bakugou katsuki like you?
“you always help kirishima get home when he’s drunk. you tell denki you’re proud of him when he gets down about himself and you’re always the first person to visit deku in the hospital. you fall asleep with me, and you’re warm,” you pause to take a deep breath, letting your head rest on your shoulder.
“you’re always good to people. you try really hard to be good to people. everyone around you knows that, yknow? ‘cept for you. but you’re good, katsuki. always”
bakugou katsuki doesn’t believe he’s good. but he thinks you’re so good, and it means something if you think that. at least for now, that’s enough.
JKSAJKAS THESE ARE SO CUTE… thank u ella ;v;
just got this comment on ao3 on wyws JSADKHJA it made my night LMAO
who is going to be the itadori to my todo
The first two days of my 12 days of dabi event are available for early access on my patreon ~!
I am here with another Dabi tummy to announce that day three is now available early access on patreon as well!!
Believe me when I tell you this is the tame version… the other one has a lot of cum
megumi + nsfw
(you're fr so good at these)
nsfw hc; i just think… megumi would be so good at fingering you… he loves doing it too, loves throwing you over his lap just to absentmindedly fuck you on his fingers or folding your knees to your chest and curling his fingers into all the right spots until you cum. he had big hands with long, slender fingers and he knows how to make you come undone with them.
[ask game closed]
sometimes i log onto ig to see what’s up with my irls … and then i close the app and go right back to tumblr
my bf fighting drowned to save axolotls in minecraft: 🤬🤬🗡️