skysmadness:

chaos

libiraki :

kugutsuu :

@libiraki be like lets do a productivity call and then we talk about fruit for an hour

I just want to know, who here eats cheddar cheese and apples together? If you do, feel free to let me know so I can block you.

libi’s fucking right and don’t think i can’t see you in the fucking comments @palbabor

clabell :

✨ Pray ✨

waffleswithketchup:

Scaramona? Scaramona

traumatictouch :

ive noticed that a lot of survivors - including me - easily read tomura as a csa survivor. ive decided to try to put these impressions into words, mostly for myself, but also for anyone curious as to why he’s so frequently read this way, or why i personally write him as such. i will mostly be elaborating on the reoccurring sexual assault imagery and csa survivor traits tomura exhibits.

triggering themes ahead, including discussed child sexual abuse, incest (sibling and pseudo), trauma and its effects, and sexual assault imagery (from the bnha manga itself). also spoilers for the most recent manga arc.

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copperplatebeech:

sirenphrynne:

vague-vixen:

messed-up-gal:

Here’s a little lesson in the Tumblr algorithm, for those who don’t know: the only way for a post to be spread to someone’s dash, after it’s already been made, is through reblogs. Likes do very little for boosting visibility. Besides adding notes so a post has a higher likelihood of appearing at the top of search results for the tags they’re featured in, likes are just caches to show/store posts you’ve liked. They do not significantly increase the likelihood that the post will be seen by more people. The only way to ensure this is to reblog it to your own blog, so your followers will see it.

Also, this isn’t Twitter. I know that on Twitter, it’s largely expected for most of your profile to consist of mostly your own tweets, and not too many retweets. Tumblr is extremely different, in that the entire site is made up of shared posts. The site is designed for maybe 5% of the content on your dash to be original content at any given moment, while 95% will be reblogs from others, and that’s perfectly acceptable and expected, actually.

This is all to say that, I know a lot of you come from Tik Tok or Twitter, where liking content has a direct, positive effect on the content’s visibility. I know that your FYP is dictated by what gets more likes/what the people you follow like, and that Twitter shows posts your following likes on the TL. But Tumblr is extremely different. So please, don’t hesitate to reblog shit on this website, especially art/writing. If you liked an artist’s work, the best thing you can do for them is reblog it because simply liking it will do very little to boost their post’s visibility. This doesn’t just apply to art either; if there’s a PSA, theory, etc., that you enjoyed and want more people to see, the only way for that to happen is to reblog.

Likes are Bookmarks

Reblogs are Exposure

Reblog for awareness

Fucking please reblog what you like, we are writing and drawing our little hearts out do not hide us in your pockets and take us home without sharing

Ughhhh I can stop thinking of wakatoshi being sooo unbearably hornily soft and desperate for you that he just kind of,,, lays his face in your pussy in the middle of a study session and pov: u hear the audible sounds of *sniff sniff sniff*

If you’re like me nd study tummy-down on ur bed, Ushijima will never let you study.

He’ll let himself into your apartment, silent as ever, feeling a bit neglected and needy and desperate to be in your presence.

When he calls out your name, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, he scares you. The second you recognize your boyfriend though you relax, smiling up at the handsome man, motioning for him to come flop down beside you.

Ushijima does, except not at your side. He practically drapes himself over your back, sinking onto the bed (and on top of you) with a sigh.

You wheeze, but you’re used to your boyfriend’s clinginess behind closed doors. He’s not fond of PDA, but when the two of you are alone he can’t seem to ever stop touching you.

I just see him automatically shuffling down, big broad body slowly moving as he zeros in on his prize, the mound between your legs.

He’ll convince you to keep studying, focus on your homework while he rests, pushing your thighs apart so he can press forward where he can mouth at your over your shorts.

Won’t bother with taking them off of you, just kinda suckles over the fabric until they’re drenched with his spit and your juices, and only then will he shove the crotch to the side so he can catch a glimpse of his favorite snack.

And idk, I feel like it wouldn’t even be a consciously “sexy” thing for him? Ushi is just tired, and he missed you, and you’re busy and he wants you to be productive, but he wants to have something to do while you study.

What better way to keep busy than licking at your pussy?

Lets his head rest against your soft ‘lil thighs while he noses into your cunt, parts your folds with his tongue, lazily flicks it against your clit. There’s no intense need for orgasm, and the heady pleasure is low and constant.

Ushi will occupy himself by sucking marks into your thighs, making out with your pussy as if it’s your mouth, kissing and licking and wetting down the area with his slimy tongue. You know his big hands’ll be squeezing your ass the entire time, feeling content and happy with your warm thighs bracketing his body, a handful of plump flesh that he gets to grip and massage and shake just to watch it jiggle.

When you’re finally done studying, that’s when Ushi won’t hesitate to fuck you until you squirt all over him.

i hope y’all are still following me for twst because i am back on my dragon fucker nonsense

themountainsays :

incensuous :

just saw someone post “it’s common knowledge ur not supposed to spam reblog from someone ur not mutuals with” …..?????????? am i confused??? IS that common knowledge???? i try not to spam if i can help it but i actually personally love seeing spam notifs lmao??? unless i dont know what spam reblog means

Reblog if you like it when people “spam reblog” from you or whenever that means at any time

horrorgay :

All humans are weak because we will all fall for The Classical Fan Art Pose. I like to call it the “Character nonchalantly wiping blood away from their mouth/nose with the back of their hand, murderous intent in their eyes”. I would go as far as to say it is indisputably the hottest pose you could draw someone in. In this essay I will-

wickedfaerytale :

Sorry about the length of these chapters ok I am smitten with nothing but the purest love for yan!Shouto

Summary: In an absence of exposure, Shouto finds himself vulnerable to love in its most insidious forms.

Fandom: BNHA

Tags: Yandere, NSFW, Angst, Comfort,

NOTE: This is definitely a yandere fic so please turn away if you can’t read about unhealthy relationship dynamics and near unsustainable levels of codependency. Please note the trigger warnings and do not click the ‘read more’ if you think the subjects mentioned will pose a threat to your health,

Warnings: Yandere, Mentions of Childhood Abuse, Violence

Length: 4.6K

CH 1: Infirmity// CH 2: Indisposed

“I am an independent woman who does not need a man to walk me home,” you murmured nervously and locked the cafe door behind you, your words sounding as hollow as you felt. The night had only grown quieter as you’d waited for Shouto to show up, but after half an hour of anxious pacing, you’d had to accept that you were going to have to do this alone.

He’d come back that first night after the incident holding your phone, kindly letting you know that the police had found it at the scene and he’d happened to be at the station for another criminal case when it had been brought in.

In all honesty, you hadn’t been worried too much about getting your phone back- your body still filled with adrenaline and buzzing energy hours after you’d been attacked. You had just been relieved that you wouldn’t have to walk home alone in the dark. The way back to your dingy apartment building had been a little awkward. You’d always been a bit on the shy and introverted side with people who you didn’t know well, and you assumed he was much the same, if the long and trailing silences that punctuated your conversation were anything to go by. However, you’d never forget the way his fingers had lingered on your when he’d handed your phone back to you at the doorstep of your apartment building.

Maybe it was some sort of hero worship settling in, but you had known you were safe in his presence. Or maybe it was good sense, what with Shouto having been frequently in the news for his courageous and heroic acts since he’d been a teenager.

When his familiar face had shown up the next night, it had been a pleasant surprise. He’d assured you that walking you home wouldn’t throw him off his patrol route and, still feeling rather flighty yourself, you had been all too happy to have the hero by your side again.

You got the sense that, rather than being shy and awkward, he simply wasn’t much of a talker and, unlike you, not prone to feeling like he had to fill any lingering silence with nervous chatter.

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rat-suki:

rat-suki:

thinking about fangs,,,,, boys,,, sexy with,,,,, fangs,,,,

nobody talk to me,,, i don’t wanna hear shit

juniperarts :

The Todoroki siblings finally meet their lil nephew! (aka Hato who is my dhawks lovechild oc) 💙

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cherryviii:

DENKI IN A TURTLENECK

i just want to read yandere tanjiro kamado ok is that too much to ask :/

Sorry about the length of these chapters ok I am smitten with nothing but the purest love for yan!Shouto

Summary: In an absence of exposure, Shouto finds himself vulnerable to love in its most insidious forms.

Fandom: BNHA

Tags: Yandere, NSFW, Angst, Comfort,

NOTE: This is definitely a yandere fic so please turn away if you can’t read about unhealthy relationship dynamics and near unsustainable levels of codependency. Please note the trigger warnings and do not click the ‘read more’ if you think the subjects mentioned will pose a threat to your health,

Warnings: Yandere, Mentions of Childhood Abuse, Violence

Length: 4.6K

CH 1: Infirmity// CH 2: Indisposed

“I am an independent woman who does not need a man to walk me home,” you murmured nervously and locked the cafe door behind you, your words sounding as hollow as you felt. The night had only grown quieter as you’d waited for Shouto to show up, but after half an hour of anxious pacing, you’d had to accept that you were going to have to do this alone.

He’d come back that first night after the incident holding your phone, kindly letting you know that the police had found it at the scene and he’d happened to be at the station for another criminal case when it had been brought in.

In all honesty, you hadn’t been worried too much about getting your phone back- your body still filled with adrenaline and buzzing energy hours after you’d been attacked. You had just been relieved that you wouldn’t have to walk home alone in the dark. The way back to your dingy apartment building had been a little awkward. You’d always been a bit on the shy and introverted side with people who you didn’t know well, and you assumed he was much the same, if the long and trailing silences that punctuated your conversation were anything to go by. However, you’d never forget the way his fingers had lingered on your when he’d handed your phone back to you at the doorstep of your apartment building.

Maybe it was some sort of hero worship settling in, but you had known you were safe in his presence. Or maybe it was good sense, what with Shouto having been frequently in the news for his courageous and heroic acts since he’d been a teenager.

When his familiar face had shown up the next night, it had been a pleasant surprise. He’d assured you that walking you home wouldn’t throw him off his patrol route and, still feeling rather flighty yourself, you had been all too happy to have the hero by your side again.

You got the sense that, rather than being shy and awkward, he simply wasn’t much of a talker and, unlike you, not prone to feeling like he had to fill any lingering silence with nervous chatter.

You liked to work regular hours, so it hadn’t surprised you when, over the span of three weeks, Shouto had made sure to aways swing by at closing time to walk you home. It had become a cute little routine that sent your heart racing. Seeing his face after a long shift and knowing nothing would happen as you walked home was nice and had brought you a sense of security you’d never really known before.

Evening shifts suited your preferred schedule, but there was a definite drawback in that your shifts didn’t end until the sky was black and the streets mostly barren. Having Shouto walking home with you had been immensely reassuring. No one would attack a pro hero who made his real identity so brazenly known to the public eye.

You remembered laughing as he had explained that he didn’t mean to be brazen. He just didn’t care to be known as ‘Endeavour’s son’ or anything along those lines. If he was going to be a hero, he was going to be his own kind of hero, not a shadow of his father.

From the way his eyes had burned when he’d spoken, and the vivid memory of his break down after rescuing you, there was no doubt in your heart as to who had so thoroughly traumatized him.

The sound of his surprised laugh when you’d shouted, “Endeavor’s a codpiece little bitch!” still rang in your ears. So warm and smoky. Just the memory alone sent a shiver up your spine.

Hunching your shoulders, you picked up your pace, trying to move fast enough that you didn’t seem like you’d be too complacent of a target- and yet slow enough that you didn’t seem to be the perfect fearful prey. Being a woman sucked. Being vulnerable sucked.

Not having a pro-hero escort you home sucked.

“Don’t be a pussy,” you muttered half-heartedly, hoping that a little bit of mean spirited taunting would calm you down. It didn’t work. Your heart raced unpleasantly and you found yourself wishing it was thundering because of a certain handsome man in a blue body suit walking beside you.

What if this meant he was getting sick of your nightly routine? What if his nightly escort really had been just about work? Would you never see him again in person? He hadn’t even told you that it’d be the last time the two of you would do, well, whatever it was the both of you had been doing almost every night for the last month.

The anxious and lonely direction of your thoughts was broken by a sudden quick and repetitive thud on the pavement behind you. You glanced back long enough to see a dark figure rushing towards you and immediately broke into a sprint.

Tears filled your eyes as you soon began gasping for air, having never been much of a runner. The ambient air began to chill to the point of freezing as you forced yourself to continue onwards. Lungs burning, you quickly found your stamina depleted from the chase, and with your apartment a still a good block away, despair began to swamp your mind.

“Shouto!” you screamed blindly, desperately, as your legs began to struggle to keep you upright.

“Stop!” a familiar voice called out your name from and you stumbled in surprise. Whipping around, you were immediately flooded with relief when you saw a familiar head of red and white hair jogging towards you. There was a deep concern in those jeweled eyes as, despite the horrible ache of your lungs, you ran to him. Arms outstretched and tears in your eyes, you slammed into him with enough force to take him down had he not braced himself.

Shouto felt his heart thunder in his throat as buried your face in his chest, making small gasping sobs of relief. He wasn’t sure how to help you as you shook in his hold, having little to no experience in the realm of providing comfort and reassurance, and so found himself apologizing.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be late,” he promised, “Mido- Deku needed some help apprehending someone and I couldn’t say no.”

Shouto tentatively placed a large hand on the back of your head as you rubbed your face against him. He was ashamed to say that despite your obvious distraught, he was… enjoying the way you pressed into him. Like you trusted him to keep you safe- and he would keep you safe.

He would always protect you.

“It’s alright,” he soothed, the words coming out stiffly. His hands stroked your head with the awkward tenderness of someone who had little experience with affection and was struggling to improvise. The image of your running towards him flashed in his mind. Your eyes brimming with tears and arms outstretched as you struggled not to trip over yourself in your haste to reach him.

You needed him to protect you.

“Oh my god, I’m so stupid!” you whined into his jacket, your panicked sobs quickly dying down, too ashamed to show your face. “I heard a thud and I panicked and-”

“I understand,” Shouto murmured, holding you all the closer. “It was just me, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

But it hadn’t just been him. After helping Midoriya with his case, he’d rushed over to the cafe as quickly as he could. He hadn’t expected you to be there, in all honesty. It would have meant you’d waited for him for far too long without any notification that he would ever show up. Arriving at the dark cafe without your smiling face there had still stung more than he had expected it to, despite the circumstances. You should have waited for him to keep you safe.

No.

He should have arrived sooner to make sure no one could get to you.

At first he had told himself that the dark cafe had been a sign that you were okay. That you didn’t need him any more. His services were no longer necessary- you weren’t scared to walk home alone. You no longer needed to brush up against him for reassurance as you walked at night, didn’t need to grip the sleeve of his jacket when he wasn’t looking to remind yourself that you were safe. You were fine without him. He could go back to his house.

He could go to his house.

He could leave you behind.

But he hadn’t.

He hadn’t turned around.

There was no leaving you behind.

He was never going to leave you alone and defenseless ever again. You were so sweet and kind and- delicate. Fragile. Vulnerable.

If something happened to you he’d have nothing left. He needed to protect you. Needed to prove that he could, that he was capable of, sheltering and caring and protecting and even lov-

In defiance of the voice in his head that had told him to return to his cold, dark house and let you be- the voice that had insisted that he was falling into something dark and unnatural- Shouto had followed that nightly path back to you. In truth, he had started a brisk walk along it before he knew what he was doing, reasoning that it couldn’t hurt to make sure you were safe at home. If you were, he could just turn around and leave you be. He’d never bother you again.

It had been a lie, of course, the hero realized that now, but he had to at least try and pretend otherwise, right?

The only person he needed to fool was you.

Because he had seen what happened when you were alone without someone to take care of you- without someone to protect you. You must have waited for him, must have felt that same pull that he felt. Why else would you have been walking the streets still? Shouto hadn’t been on the move long, and he hadn’t gone very far, when he’d seen your hunched form being closely followed by that of a stranger. Then, before his very eyes, he’d seen the dark figure reach out a vile hand for you.

It had been over quickly. The man hadn’t seen Shouto coming- hadn’t heard anything as a fist collided with the back of his head and sent him crumpling to the floor. And then, to his surprise, you had bolted off, clearly startled by your would be assailant hitting the pavement.

Before he knew it, he’d started chasing after you. A desperation had clouded his mind. He wouldn’t, no, he couldn’t let you get away from him. There had been no rationale as he sought to capture you and bind you to his side. To lock you to him inescapably. Didn’t you know how dangerous the world was? Did you have any idea how horribly you could be hurt?

He could protect you from all of that. You would be safe with him.

He’d never let anything touch you again.

The vicious pit of darkness in his chest had overflowed as he imagined tackling you to the ground. Of smothering your screams and bringing you back to his big, empty house. Where its tall fence and secure gate would keep danger out and you safely inside- where your presence would surely gentle the cold rooms and vast, quiet spaces while he explained to you that you needed to stay with him from now on. You’d be scared at first, of course, but you were smart. You’d realize just as surely as he did that there was no place safer for you than with him. And he was safe with you. He needed you to stay with him. Needed you to calm this vile, desperate hunger in his stomach. Needed you to press against his side and remind him you were okay. Needed you to-

“Shouto!”

Like a spell being broken, your voice had cut through the dark fog in his mind. His name falling from your lips like a desperate prayer. The same way your name fell from his.

And then you had run into his arms and for the first time in his life, Shouto felt like he could breathe. No- that wasn’t it. When you had slotted your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest, it felt like he had breached the surface of a deep lake. You’d given him air he hadn’t known he’d needed.

He hadn’t even been aware that he’d been drowning.

And then you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, your lips breaking into a watery smile. “I’m so happy to see you.”

And the world stopped.

The street lights shimmered in your eyes and his heart bloomed, like an ember in a firepit, like frost in the sun, like salvation in his chest. Shouto, in a blinding moment of realization, knew that he would never be able to turn away from you. Maybe his fate had been sealed the moment he’d taken that first step in your direction tonight. Maybe it had been sealed that day so many weeks ago when you’d first embraced him. Maybe it had been sealed from the moment he’d been born.

He was never letting you go again.

“I’m always glad to see you as well,” he said, struggling to understand the sudden new desires pulling at him. “Would you like me to walk you the rest of the way home?”

“I-if’ it’s not too much of a bother,” you replied, rather shy due to your outburst. You’d been raised with the belief that showing too much emotion was a bit cringy and embarrassing, and having so quickly bounced between obvious terror and relief so openly and in such a narrow span of time filled you with a little shame. “I’d really appreciate it.”

Feeling like you should pull away but not wanting to- because he was just so warm and safe and being this close to him made you feel all fluffy inside, despite the flutter of embarrassment in your stomach- you tentatively huddled against his side.

Shouto’s silver and crimson head bobbed in a curt nod as he gave you that soft smile that left your heart in an offbeat mess. You were relieved that the rest of your walk was uneventful and comforted yourself with the knowledge that it had only been your friend walking behind you. Of course it had been him- you hadn’t so much as texted him that you were heading home. He must have been worried. And then the moment he had caught up to you, you had sprinted off like he was some monster from a horror movie. God, you felt so stupid.

“Are you alright?” he asked and you nodded furiously. You moved to wipe your drippy nose on your sleeve when you realized you were still clutching his arm with your fingers curled tightly against the coarse fabric of his coat.

“I’m so sorry!” you said, flustered, and dropped his arm. “I was- I was a little overwhelmed tonight and I grabbed you without asking and-”

“I don’t mind.”

You looked up at him doubtfully. “Shouto, I’m-”

“It’s nice,” he continued, ignoring what was sure to be another flurry of apologies, “I like having you hold on to me.”

“Oh.” You felt your face flush and prayed that he wouldn’t see it in the dim lighting. How could he do that? Sometimes he was just so hard to read, but at other times he was just so honest you didn’t know how to respond. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“But it’s how I feel,” he said with a frown, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or unhappy though.”

“That’s not it,” you said quickly waving your hands. “I just- I…” burying your face in your hands, you mumbled, “Gosh, you’re just so honest. I’m jealous.”

“What about you?” he asked, stopping to look down at you. “Do you not like holding on to me.”

You liked a little too much, if that was possible. “I… I very much like holding on to you.”

“Then I don’t see a problem,” Shouto said and shrugged nonchalantly. “I very much like being held by you. It’s nice.” Nice didn’t begin to describe how it felt to have you touch him. To have you grip him and hold on to him so sweetly. He was starved for your affections, wanting to close his eyes and simply sink into your hold.

He held his arm out to you.

Skin burning with an emotion you couldn’t control, you wrapped your arm around it, his body heat seeping into your skin as the both of you resumed walking. Arriving at the steps of your apartment building too soon, you were sad to let his go, unaware of just how fervently he loathed the feeling of your touch leaving him.

“Well, looks like I’m home.”

“Looks like.”

You fidgeted, not wanting to go in but also not wanting to risk trying to invite him in. He’d just come off of what looked to be a hell of a long shift- however, along those lines, you didn’t want to risk being further embarrassed by having him reject your offer- but with that being said, you didn’t want to put him in a rough spot where he felt like he’d have to accept your offer if all he really wanted to do was get some well deserved rest- honestly you didn’t have work for the next two days and it would be… fine without him, but you’d be lonely- on that note though, you didn’t feel quite ready to admit how fervently you adored being with him, so maybe it would be better to just keep your meetings to a nightly escort-

“Are you alright?” Shouto’s voice broke through the frantic ramble of your thoughts, his head tilted slightly in a manner that was so adorable you struggled to resist the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“I-I’m fine!” you said, scratching the back of your neck and hoping that he would reason away your odd behaviour. “Just…”

“Just….?” he repeated after you spent several moments mumbling softly under your breath. Shouto wasn’t a stranger to people rambling quietly- Midoriya was stilll particularly prone to doing so- and wanted to help urge you along. Taking the hand you had clenched around his arm, he squeezed it tightly because it pleased him to do so.

You gripped back and it pleased him even more. Until he saw your eyes flare wide and then narrow at him.

“Oh, you’re hurt,” you admonished, pushing his sleeve up and baring his bloodied knuckles to the chilly air and hoping that Shouto would just forget about your hesitant rambling. Taking in the deep, jagged scrapes, you frowned when you saw thin white lines tracing across the back of his hand. Remembering the time he had saved you and fucked his hand up, you asked more than a little accusingly, “Didn’t I tell you to see a doctor about your hands?”

Those mismatched eyes glanced down, barely even noting the scar tissue as they focused on the way your hands looked on his before trailing to the bit of damaged skin. He’d hit your stalker harder than he’d thought.

Your fingers were so delicate, your hands so small atop of his. You gently brushed against the silvery skin that served to remind him of you. The thin webbing of scar tissue bound him to you and you to him. He couldn’t look at his hand without remembering how tenderly you had clutched him to your chest- couldn’t flex his fingers without remembering the feeling of yours gently carding through his hair. The scars that adorned his knuckles shone to him- a beacon of light and warm in his otherwise dark and cold world, reminding him that he wasn’t alone any more.

He had you.

“Yes, but I like them like this. They make me think of you.”

“Oh.” You felt your heart beat a flustered rhythm and thanked whatever higher being that was on your side that Shouto seemed just shy of being as dense as a brick. Luckily for you, it seemed as if your abrupt change of conversation had worked. Unluckily for you, Shouto was Shouto, which meant he was a blunt as a mallet and that usually didn’t bode well for your paper mache heart. “I’m not sure how I feel about you thinking of me every time you see your scars.”

“Wh?”

You laughed softly at that, patting an uninjured part of his hand fondly and not noticing the way his eyes immediately focused on your affectionate action like those of a starving man. “Well, a lot of the time scars are associated with bad things. Accidents, bad state of minds, and pain, for examples.”

“When I see these scars, I think of you, and thinking of you makes me happy,” he said and shrugged simply. Shouto didn’t know how to explain the unfamiliar surge of pride and ease that welled up in him when he looked at the tangle of gossamer threads across the back of his hands. Truthfully, he didn’t quite understand it himself. He had plenty of scars from years of training and hero work- but something about these specific ones on his hand were special. They were yours, which meant a part of him, however small, was yours as well.

He ached to belong to you.

You sighed softly and frowned as you looked at the broken skin. There wasn’t really any helping it, was there? Shouto was a pro-hero, and no matter what you felt about seeing him injured, it was a necessary part of his occupation. “Tell Deku to keep a better eye on you,” you said with a playful pout, “I can’t have my guardian getting hurt every night. I need you, ya know.”

His heart raced at your words, confirming all of the thoughts he’d been mulling over for so long. He had been right.

You needed him.

“I could heal this for you.”

Shouto was reminded of your quirk and shook his head vehemently. The thought of any harm coming to you, even self inflicted for his sake, sent his stomach churning. “I was reckless earlier, don’t worry about me. This will heal up in no time. “

“You better not be messing with me,” you replied, puffing your cheeks up and squinting in playfully dramatic show of ire.

“I would never,” he replied earnestly and you felt your heart twinge.

“I was only playing, Shouto,” you laughed softly and patted his hand again. Pulling up all your courage, you lifted it to your lips and brushed a soft kiss near the injured skin. “Now it’ll heal even faster.”

Being of meagre amounts, your brazenness quickly faded away until you were a flustered mess gripping a pro hero’s hand. God, he probably thought you were absolutely insane. Why couldn’t you fucking flirt like a normal person? Even ignoring your boatload of baggage, it was no wonder no one wanted to date you. Trying not to scream in embarrassment, you dropped his hand and hastily moved to skip up the stairs to your complex’s door, hoping to put some much needed distance between the two of you.

You didn’t expect Shouto to reach out and take your hand in his.

You definitely didn’t expect him to pull you into his arms and squeeze you tight.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice carrying the edge of something you couldn’t identify.

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled into his jacket, your face pressed flush with his chest. Shouto was so warm. So unbelievably and wonderfully warm. You wanted to just sink into him as your heart thundered and you struggled to hear his words through the pounding of blood in your ears.

Were you dying?

Yes, but god- what a way to go.

Nervously, you wrapped your arms around his waist and found yourself nuzzling your nose into his coat. Of course he smelled amazing. Why wouldn’t he? A blend of cinnamon and something almost minty. God, some people had everything. Ridiculous good looks. An amazing quirk. A cool job. And an amazing scent too? Unfair!

Shouto was overwhelmed, having never been so shaken by someone before in his life. You were in his arms with yours around his waist, your face nuzzled into his chest. It felt like he held the entire world and he never wanted to let go. How could he? You were safe here. There was no safer place for you than here.

When you’d turned to leave, he hadn’t been able to bear it. What if you fell while going up the stairs and injured yourself? What if someone was waiting in your apartment to hurt you? What if something happened and he’d never be able to see you again? What if you were taken from him?

Despicable.

Disgusting.

Detestable.

He abhorred the very thought. It was becoming obvious that you belonged to Shouto like he belonged to you. You’d said so yourself. You’d called him your guardian- and he was. Would always be. You were everything. He just wanted to take care of you. Just wanted to make sure you were safe from everything and anything the world could throw at you.

“Good night, Shouto,” you said as you looked up at him sweetly. He didn’t fight as you extricated yourself from his arms.

A now familiar longing filled his chest when you opened that front door and glanced back at him. He waved back at you, eyes never leaving your form until the door closed and his mood soured at your disappearance. Catching sight of the split skin on the knuckles of his upraised hand, he reached up to rub along the area that still tingled with your kiss. The surface was slightly tacky from your lip balm. His gaze was locked on your building, not leaving even when a light in previously dark window finally flickered on.

He tapped each finger of his right hand across that slightly damp spot below the knuckles of his left hand where you had marked him not once, not twice, but three times now. Hand trembling, each fingertip marked by the scent of your balm pressed against his cool lips.

Shouto brought the back of his hand to his mouth, pressing another soft kiss against where your gentle touch had branded him.  

He shook his head, feeling unsure of himself and… ashamed. As if his pacing and insatiable hunger  sullied you, somehow. As if his strange actions were twisted and wrong. The hero looked down at his hand, the one so marked by you.  What was going on? What was he doing? He was supposed to protect you, but somehow, the more the two of you interacted, the more complex and indiscernible his feelings became.

Some strange, volatile need seethed in him- rolled in his belly like a voracious beast. With a heavy sigh, he swallowed it down, pushing it down so that it no longer ate at his mind.

There was no place safer for you than beside him.

You’d accepted him as your guardian and he would make it his mission to protect you no matter what. Knowing he’d have to walk away soon enough, but wanting to indulge in one last act of devotion, he caressed his lips against the back of his hand once more, eyes drifting closed.

A kiss from, and then for, his dearest.

shugou:

reblogging a flopped textpost of yours with less than ten notes only for it to get 2 new notes and one of them is from yourself reblogging it…. its okay my child you’ve done all you could…..

yubishie:

i dont know… how to put on makeup… me just staring at this eyeshadow palette but idk wth is going on 😑😑😑😑😑

eyeshadow styles are can be wildly different due to taste and eye shape that you can’t go wrong. Find someone who does eyeshadow in a way you like and just go from there :D

galair :

 quick yandere quick icon! free to use!  (but pls credit if you do)

i swear to god i will get this yan!shouto update out if it fucking kills me

gae-bolg-alternative-dot-exe :

by アナ

Are the yokais “in love” with their master,is platonic or is more of a family thing ????

Were you to ask any of your familiars, they’d answer that this is love. Whether or not it’s the same as the sort of love humans have, they don’t know. 

A youkai, while they can take human shape and speak human words, are not human. Perhaps you can’t comprehend their feelings the way they can, but that’s alright. What’s important is that you are here.

In other words, familiars are all very passionate and very taken with their masters, but it is up to the master on how those feelings are defined. There have been human-youkai marriages! There have also been lifelong friendships and peaceful families! 

This goes for your herd as well! You can smooch none. You can smooch one. You can smooch many! You can smooch them all! It is up to you to teach them the kind of love you want from them!

omnibread1:

some beel studies

ecoplasma :

“Morax saved me and gave me my name. Don’t ever speak ill of him.”

reehlia :

Shouto’s precious smile ♡｡･:*:･

Happy Birthday Todoroki! °◌̊･☆° *

podencos:

When I don’t like someone I don’t follow them or interact w them or even remember they exist. I recommend trying that sometime

conchan:

I have FINALLY finished it 😪😪

horrowmay :

“If I had been stronger..then that wouldn’t have happened.”

agni-ignition:

agni-ignition:

OC/canon and selfships are good y’all are just scared of having fun

“But it’s cringe” ok what if it is? What’re you gonna do about it? Call the cops? Are you some kind of cringe police? Huh? Suck my nuts. I have 30 bfs and gfs and I’m having fun while you sit in your sad little clown corner getting second-hand embarrassment from looking at people having a blast. Make a self-insert oc and maybe you’ll feel better

i have carnal fantasies about ONE mothman and one mothman only (honestly you should read this by @tomurasprincess​ if you want some monsterfucking goodness okay that’s the fic i had in mind while drawing this)