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Bakugo would petrol bomb you

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AO3 and Tumblr can never go down for maintenance at the same time because there would be no one to watch their children (us, the users) and there’s too many of us to hire a babysitter

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Minas insta feed (pt 1 )

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why do you fetishize uhnnnnhghghghh ughhhhhhhh fat thickkkk thightsj and big buttttttssss

IM HORNYH!!!!!!!

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Backstage Lovers | PT. 4

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Find part 3 here!! : Backstage Lovers | PT. 3

⋆˚꩜｡ zomzom's extras : Fic request from multiple friends!!! This is a Band + Quirkless AU fic, mentions suicide/suicidal intentions and drug usage, you have been warned!!

��� chapt summary : What if we kissed, just this once? One kiss won't hurt.

mha!aged up ; angst!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ April 5th : I Loved You Last Spring

A year prior, right before graduation Katsuki and Eijiro were almost inseparable. Although they never officially dated, they did thins couples tended to do, Eijiro was even apart of the band for a while until one night, he messed up. 

Just as the crowd began getting amped up, singing along to Mina's voice, Eijiro's guitar wasn't tuned correctly. The entire performance it was out of key, and that pissed Katsuki off.

Once they were all backstage he went off, pointing out every single mistake everyone made out there. 

"Your pitch was off the entire time. I'm so fucking tired of you guys fucking up out there, fix it or this shit's over.", He stormed off outside to get a breath of fresh air

Eiijro followed close behind, his eyes watery, tears threatening to fall. 

"Bakug—", Eijiro was harshly cut off by a gaze from Katsuki that was almost piercing. 

"Get your bullshit together, shitty hair.", Katsuki muttered, only to be met with an aggressive backlash from Eijiro. "No, you're so childish, why do you keep acting like this?"

With tears streaming down his face, thin red strands stuck to his face. His body tremors, it shakes with anger and sadness. "You never had a shot at this shit anyway. Just go home." Katsuki muttered out while walking down the stairs and to his car. 

For a moment, Eijiro just stood there, his heart hurt. With a heavy head hung low, he went back inside and plopped down on the dressing room couch, Mina and Denki sitting there both concerned.

"Dude what happened?", Denki sat down next to him and slung his arm over Eijiro's shoulder. Neither Mina nor Denki have ever seen him cry, he's always been upbeat and happy yet now, tears were falling uncontrollably from his eyes. 

He lifted his hips slightly to grab his phone from his back pocket, unlocking it with the password that was set with Katsuki's birthday.

His tears and sobs blurred his vision and breathing difficult but he opened his messages nonetheless. Katsuki's messages were the most recently messaged, pinned at the top.

"are you breaking up with me?" He typed, but didn't send. He had figured he would've been blocked and just turned his phone off instead. 

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 12:04 : It Was Just a Kiss, Right?

Izuku already made his way back to the apartment, Tsuyu and Ochako still watching their movie. "I'm.. home you two." He spoke, his voice evident of being shaken up.

"Oh! Hi 'Zu! We made lunch, hungry?" Ochako was mixing a small pot on the stove with a wooden spoon, apron tied around her waist in the back with a bow.

"Where'd you run off to, Midoriya?" Tsu questioned, turning around on the couch to sit on her knees while leaning over the back of the couch.

He slipped off his shoes and put them neatly next to the other pair, looking up at Tsu, debating on if he should answer her question honestly.

"Just.. needed some air."

Tsu blinked slowly, not fully believing him, "Have you been.. crying?"

Ochako glanced over her shoulder, concern flickering briefly across her face before she forced a small and soft smile. "Well, air's certainly nice, but food's better. Have a seat, alright?"

She placed the pot on the table and set out 3 bowls. He nodded absently, walking towards the table before slumping down in a seat next to Tsu. His fingers gently traced the wooden pattern of the beat up table, gifted to him by his mother when they first moved into that apartment.

As he sat, all he could do was think. He couldn't stop replaying Katsuki's words and how his voice sounded – hoarse, broken, shaky. It wasn't the same cocky kid he grew up with. This change shook Izuku to the core in a way he couldn't even begin to admit.

Just as he went to pick up his chopsticks, his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket. As he pulled it out of his pocket, it lit up with a notification from Katsuki. A new message with an apology.

Kacchan

"Please, just pick up. I'm sorry."

delivered, 12:31

Katsuki had never been one to apologize. To read an apology from him made Izuku feel worse, his breath caught up in his throat. He didn't click on the notification, but Ochako saw it.

"I'll be back, don't wait up."

"'Zuku, don't–" Ochako started but couldn't bring herself to stop him, he was already up from the table and already headed back to his bedroom.

He gently shut the door behind him, stepping into his dim room, the heavy curtains shut. He sat down on the edge of his bed, phone in hands as his thumb hovers over the unopened notification.

His mind flashed through all of the unsent messages he had saved in his notes, things he so desperately wanted to tell him, but just couldn't bring himself to.

Instead of sending a message to Katsuki, he scrolled through his contacts and found Eijiro's number and began drafting a message.

Izuku

"Hey! It's been a while hasn't it? We should meet up at the park! Maybe tmrw at 3?"

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✎ᝰ. ITS HAS BEEN SO LONGGGG i havent posted anything in so long and i wanna apologize!! im working on finishing the last few chapters of this so please do wait up!! the prohero!hcs list'll be up super soon as soon as i finish up for iida!!

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kirideku warm-up :)

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i might not be able to post part 4 to backstage lovers until after may 9th!! if you guys have any oneshot ideas however i can do those for the time being! i'll put a few options on a poll below and if you have any other ideas feel free to submit a request or comment

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Backstage Lovers | PT. 3

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Find part 2 here!! : Backstage Lovers | PT. 2

⋆˚꩜｡ zomzom's extras : Part 4 is already posted!! most likely will be posted not long after this one. This is a Band + Quirkless AU fic, mentions suicide/suicidal intentions and drug usage, you have been warned!!

⤷ chapt summary : "I love you."

mha!aged up ; angst!

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 08:00 : Blaring Alarm

Morning sun spilled into the living room where Izuku and Ochako were sprawled out on the living room floor, asleep. The alarm on his phone however had other plans and disrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

He groaned and sat up, turning off his alarm. As his phone screen set back to his lockscreen he had several missed calls, texts, and voicemails from Katsuki.

Hesitantly, he stood up and stumbled into the hallway of the apartment building to call him back.

On the other side of the city, in his bed, laid Katsuki, he hadn't eaten or slept. His face was tear stained and his eyes were bloodshot but that didn't stop him from springing out of bed when he received Izuku's phone call.

He barely let it ring before answering it. Before Izuku even got the chance to say hello, "Izuku? You dumb fuck, why haven't you been answering my calls? Can you meet me somewhere..? Please?", Katsuki was rapid fire with his questions.

"Kacchan, please.. slow down. What's wrong?", Izuku was tired, a tad irritated but would drop everything if it was for him. "Kacchan..?" Katsuki didn't reply for a minute.

He was lost in thought before snapping out of it. "Izuku. Please meet me at the park. I miss you." Three words Katsuki has never said to him.

"Okay I uh... I can meet you there at twel-" "Okay.", Izuku was cut off not once by Katsuki but twice as he hung up.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. 11:17 : Meet Me at Our Spot

As Izuku laced up his shoes, he let out a sigh. "I'll be back you two.", he called out to Ochako and Tsu who were both too engrossed in the movie they were watching to hear him.

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With a hefty sigh he backed out of the parking lot of the apartment complex and headed to the park. The same park with the small playground he'd get bullied on. He eventually arrived and parked, his head on a swivel before he spots the only other car there.

A black sports car, sitting in a parking spot on the other side of the lot. Dark tinted windows with orange rims, Izuku registered it in his mind as Katsuki's car from the rearview mirror. He turned his attention back to his phone and texted him.

Izuku

"I'm here"

read, 11:29

Katsuki, with a rushed pace, got out of the car and quickly walked over to where Izuku's small sedan sat. He gently knocked on the window, a panicked look plastered on his face.

As Izuku stepped out the car Katsuki fell into his arms, into a very much needed hug. Izuku made an oomph noise Katsuki's weight cascaded onto him. "Ka-Kacchan—Okay.. Okay." 

"What's wrong?", Concerned, he tried to hold him up. Katsuki remained silent, his body almost dead weight against Izuku's.

"I just can't.. This stupid band, you being so far. You're all I want." He eventually stood up fully and looked Izuku in the eyes, his hands slowly coming up to cup his face. 

"I thought you and Kir-"

"We broke up." Katsuki sharply cut him off. "We never were really a thing anyway."

For a moment they just stood there. The hot and humid summer wind blew around them, making them both visibly uncomfortable.

"I've been nothing but a mess since you – I left.", Katsuki began to ramble. "Everyone else has someone for them but nobody can be there for me and it's difficult.", He continued. 

"Kaminari and Sero.. Hell, even Mina, they're all so happy it just hurts to be around them. I hate it."

Izuku didn't say a word, he listening to him talk even if he couldn't stand to hear how belittling Katsuki's speech was. Soon there was silence and three words spilled out of his lips.

"I love you."

There was another awkward pause, the leaves rustling from the hot wind and their off paced breathing accompanied the silence.

Before Izuku could even get enough air in his lungs to speak, Katsuki brung his face up to his own and closed the gap between their lips.

It wasn't a long kiss but after it was over Izuku pushed away and got back into his car. Without a word he drove off and parked at a nearby gas station, trying to process what happened.

Katsuki stood there in the hot, muggy wind before kicking a nearby rock. His anger boiled over but before he could irrationally react he got back into the car and sat in silence. The heat in there almost suffocating him before he turns the engine on and drives off.

As he's comes to a stop at a traffic light he can't distract his mind from the one other person Izuku mentioned while he was with him, Eijiro. 

✎ᝰ. Part 4 is in the works!! It'll be up most likely Saturday or Sunday this week!! Part four is up!! do check it out! Thank you guys so much for the support1!1!!!!1

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Backstage Lovers | PT. 2

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Find part 3 here!! : Backstage Lovers | PT. 3

⋆˚꩜｡ zomzom's extras : Part 3 most likely will be posted not long after this one. This is a Band + Quirkless AU fic, mentions suicide/suicidal intentions and drug usage, you have been warned!!

⤷ chapt summary : An unexpected call? Who's it from, why's he calling? What could he possibly want to do with me?

mha!aged up ; angst!

ೃ⁀➷ 00:24 ; Some Stupidly Early Time Later

Izuku was passed out on the couch, spit dribbling out his mouth and soaking the fabric of the blanket that was tangled around him. As he dreamt away, his phone rang and abruptly interrupted his uncomfortable sleep.

"I'm up, I'm u–Kacchan's calling?..", he hesitated before answering but eventually did before being met with cries and hics.

On the other line was a sobbing Katsuki, his voice drowned out by his own tears, "Izuku. I can't do this shit anymore." Izuku sat up from the couch and stumbled towards the balcony door before stepping outside.

"Kacchan..? I-I'm confused what're you-", He was cut off by a harsh yell "I SAID I CAN'T DO THIS SHIT ANYMORE.. Izuku.", His name was the only word that came out his mouth in a normal tone. 

There was a long, uncomfortable silence only accompanied by Katsuki's breathing and the sound of his band members knocking on the dressing room door.

For a moment Izuku stood there on the balcony, the cold outside air blowing roughly against his bare lower legs and arms, his phone screen pressed against the side of his face.

He began to space off, thinking about Katsuki's face, before Ochako wandered out there onto the cold balcony floor. She gently tapped him on the shoulder, leaving him startled and frantically moving to pushing the end call button.

"Sorry, Deku! Didn't mean to startle you, you okay?", She said, grabbing one if his hands and leading him back indoors.

"Want some tea? I'll make some!", Izuku offered, the chill from being outdoors falling off his shoulders once they get back inside.

She gave a small nod and they spent the next hours of their morning asleep on the floor just 10 minutes later.

✎ ⋆⑅˚₊ 00:39 ; A Short Phone Call Later

After struggling with the door for minutes, Mina finally found the spare key and unlocked the door, the two other boys following suit behind her into Katsuki's dressing room.

"Dude, seriously, what's the matter with you?", Hanta sat down on the second stool in the room and put the both of his hands on Katsuki's shoulders. He lifted his head to see his friends, the three of them there with concerned looks etched into all of their faces. 

"I said I'm fine. Drop it, okay?", With a sharp and rough movement he shoved Hanta off him and left the room. 

With heavy footsteps, his boots clanking against the floor, he stepped outside and went to sit in Mina's car as she drove them there. As he sat down in the drivers seat he began to cry again, tears welling in his eyes but greater than before.

He fumbled with his phone before calling Izuku again, impatiently tapping his fingers on his lap. He waited, and waited and waited, but nothing. No answer from the other end. He felt defeated.

Katsuki was never one to give up easily but this time was different. He sat in the car, tears rolling down his cheeks, his eyes sore from rubbing his previous tears away.

Soon after his band mates joined him in the car, all concerned but quiet until Mina said something.

"I'll drive! If you.. don't wanna!", She tried her hardest to keep her upbeat attitude, but her resolve was crumbling. With a small nod and a barely audible "Yeah." Katsuki got out and moved to the passengers seat.

✎ᝰ. working on part three righttt now!! i'll post it soon stay tuned!!1! Part 3 up now!! Linked at the top!

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Backstage Lovers | PT. 1

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Find part 2 here!! : Backstage Lovers | PT. 2

⋆˚꩜｡ zomzom's extras : Fic request from multiple friends!!! This is a Band + Quirkless AU fic, mentions suicide/suicidal intentions and drug usage, you have been warned!!

⤷ chapt summary : Izuku and Katsuki quit talking, avoiding each other for months until Katsuki purely gave into his temptations.

mha!aged up ; angst!

🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 19:54 ; Saturday Night Gig

The wind blew harsh against Izuku's skin. It whipped through his green hair as he clutched tightly onto his guitar pic. With a deep inhale he stepped up a short staircase which had a door that led backstage. There sat his other two band members, the only two friends he had left. 

"Are you two ready?", His voice rang out, it echoed through the backstage dressing room. The two of them looked up, one with brown hair and big brown eyes, the other with green hair that was long enough it almost dragged across the floor when she walked. 

They both gave an enthusiastic thumbs up before standing up. The three of them walk out onto stage giving the roaring crowd a wave. Ochako took her spot first, her hand wrapped tightly around the shaft of the mic. Next was Tsuyu, she sat down on a small stool behind her keyboard stand, the poles were covered in stickers. Lastly came Izuku, his heart racing like crazy in his chest, with each thump he felt his headache grow.

With a gentle strum he started them off after Tsu's count. Majority of their performance he kept his eyes closed, trying to avoid staring into the crowd. This didn't help though, he felt a pair of eyes on him, granted there were hundreds, but there was one pair that he could feel more than the others. His own eyes fluttered open only to be met with a red pair staring back at him. 

His breaths grew heavier as he continued playing. For only a second he glanced away before looking back to where he saw his childhood spiky haired friend sitting in the stands. While doing his double take, he noticed that who he saw wasn't truly there. He tried to shrug it off and keep preforming, but it ate away at him the entire time right until the last moment. 

As they were exiting stage he heard his name being shouted out in the crowd, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face the hundreds of people. He could hear his heart thumping in his ears just before he heard his name again.

"IZUKU!", The voice was raspy, a tone only a certain person that he knew could make. Once again he peered out into the crowd, not seeing whom he had been looking for. He held his hands over his ears until he made it backstage with the other two.

Tossing his guitar onto the couch, he chugged a bottle of water. Both Tsu and Ochako both gave concerned glances at each other before one of them spoke up. 

"Deku..? Is everything alright?", Ochako asked, her tone gentle but still mildly concerned.

"Oh? Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Such an awkward interaction left the walk back to his car silent, as well as majority of the drive back to their shared apartment.

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ 23:38 ; Damn Near Sunday Mornin'

Mina tied up her shoes and readjusted her clothes, standing in front of the mirror before turning to Katsuki, who sat with his feet propped up on a coffee table in front of the couch. Although he didn't say a word, there was a certain expression that was plastered across his face that didn't quite scream his usual demeanor.

"What's wrong Bakubabe?", Mina questioned before turning to face her back to Denki to zip up her top in the back. 

"Nothings wrong, freak. And quit calling me that. It's getting old.", His voice sliced through the upbeat atmosphere in the room like a knife through butter. 

"Yeesh, no need to be so harsh dude!", Exclaimed Hanta before Denki butted in "Yeah c'mon man, we're on in five."

He grabbed his drum sticks, they were battered. The same wooden pair he had since they were 1st years in highschool. The four of them stepped on stage, Mina in the middle near the front where the mic stand stood. 

"How we feelin' out there tonight!?", Mina excitedly shouted into the mic in attempts to get the crowd riled up, and sure enough it worked. They were met back with screams louder than the ones when they stepped on stage. 

Kyoka, from backstage, gave them the okay to start and began working the lights and making sure that their instruments sounded just as good through the speakers of the venue. Katsuki gave the count per usual with a four count tap on the rim of his drum. 

In the middle of the 2nd song, right before his solo, something inside him snapped. His mind kept rewinding to that moment, the last moment he shared with Izuku. Their last few words uttered to each other in the pouring rain.

As the band continued his playing grew sloppy and off beat, his mind running off to other places that weren't the sheet music he had memorized days in advance. With each movement the sticks slammed harder into the cymbals. Without paying attention to where exactly his sticks were landing, he hit his wrist.

Once it made contact all hell broke loose from there, the force from the impact fractured his wrist causing a chain reaction of events that left the audience in shock. 

Without a second noticed he stormed off stage shoving Kyoka out of the way but not hard enough for her to fall. He slammed the door to his dressing room shut and let out a loud and guttural scream. With it came a string of swears. 

Back on stage Mina was making an attempt to keep the crowd calm whilst Hanta and Denki continued playing. "Alright guys, Bakubabe seems to be having a bit of wardrobe malfunction, we'll be back out in 10!"

The three of them quickly exited off-stage only to be met with the not-so-muffled sounds of Katsuki's yells. Before long he was quiet, not even a peep could be heard. 

On the other side of the door he hesitated with his contacts open. His finger hovered over the call button before he gave in and pushed it. Impatiently he tapped his foot as he heard the dial tone. 

✎ᝰ. AHH SO SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER ENDING!! Depending on how fast I can finish editing part two it'll most likely be up tonight as well or tomorrow evening!! part 2 finished and up now!! linked above!

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"after-work nap" : eijiro kirishima!prohero : sfw

"Backstage Lovers" : bkdk + krdk : angst!sfw

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new friend new friend! so excited to have new members in my community, i do hope you enjoy your stay in loserville and interact with my posts!:)

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‧˚꒰🐾꒱ ──★ ˙🍓 ̟!! zomzom's extras : this is just a silly little oneshot fic, kirishima!aged up, not proofed so excuse any poor grammar .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

kirishima!prohero ; fluff! ; gentlelove!

the gentle glow of the tv shines against your face as you sleep somewhat uncomfortably on the living room couch. as gentle snores float around the air, eijiro, your pro hero boyfriend, struggles with his keys in the door. he gently pushes the door opened and shuts it before calling out to you. 

"sweetheart? are you—oh.. there you are", he hushed his voice down to a soft whisper as he dropped his duffle bag and sat next to you on the couch.

he gently rouse you from you slumber in an attempts to see if you had eaten. with a tired groan you sit up, looking around. as you spot his face, you rub your eyes to clear your dazed vision as he presses a kiss into your forehead. 

"did you eat?", his calloused hand came up to cup your face, 3 fingers sitting just behind your ears, his thumb and index resting on your cheek. you shake your head, still trying to rid yourself of the sleepy feeling.

a concerned look was plastered across his face, all he could ever do was worry about you when he was away. "c'mon, we can order takeout and after you eat you can rest your pretty little head."

all you can do is nod in somewhat agreement as be pulls out his phone and orders takeout from a nearby restaurant. "okay, food's ordered. i'm gonna take a shower, m'kay? listen out for the doorbell.", he mentioned as he lifted himself from the couch and headed for the bathroom.

you of course, as tired as you were, fell back asleep shortly after he left, head resting in the same spot as it was when he first arrived home. a loud knock, more or less a bang, abruptly woke you up and startled you.

even from the bathroom did eijiro hear the knock, concerned he poked his head out from the bathroom, red water dripping down his face and shoulders from his hair. "you alright sweetheart? grab the door, i'm sure that's the food.", the bathroom door soon shut again as you turned to face the front door.

just as you reach for the knob, theres another knock. "i'm coming, jeez calm your tits.", you mutter and open the door. you shoot the delivery man a passive aggressive stare before grabbing the food from him.

before long after you set the bag down on the coffee table, your half dressed boyfriends joins you, his hair still damp but no longer sopping wet.

"i'm starved! lets eat, yeah?", he exclaimed, that dopey smile of his drawn from ear to ear.

after eating, the two of you, both exhausted from work, head to the bedroom. as eijiro flopped down onto the mattress he let out an "oomph" and held his big arms open for you to join him.

you left the door slightly ajar and crawled into bed with him. as your body relaxed into his, he enveloped you in his heat, his arms holding you comfortably in place.

as you began to grow drowsy, so did he, yet he didn't miss the opportunity to show you his affection. he lazily peppered your face with gentle kisses, whispering gentle words of encouragement, praise, and love into your ear as you drifted off to sleep.

"so gorgeous, i love you, angel."

all you could do was mumble sleepy grumbles as a response in which he chuckled at. not soon after you two were softly snoring, the comforting atmosphere causing serene dreams filled with love.

૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა soso sorry for the short entry but i do have something worth while coming soon! part 1'll hopefully be posted tommorow !! goodnight loserville lovelies

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hihi! my name is zomb/zmb and i post fanfics and occasional sillies, hope you enjoy your stay in loserville! i do take requests in my ask area up above, so do ask away! if your request isn't on the wip list, then i probably wont fulfill it ( ˶•ᴖ•) !!

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backstage lovers : band + no quirk au bkdk

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ᯓ majority of what i post here are mha fics and related posts, if that's isn't what your interested in seeing then scroll along !!

ᯓ all of my fics are sfw but contain mature topics that include but are not limited to relationships, death, and family issues.

ᯓ most of my fics are angst + fluff, i won't be posting any smut here as i want to keep my main blog sfw.

what i will write ⋆ ˚🧨 ⁀➴

anything that is sfw and legal, i write some char x reader content and can do mlm, mlnb, mlw, wlw, and wlnb. angst, fluff, and a few dark themes such as death, grief, gore, injury, etc.

what i wont write ⋆ ˚💣 ⁀➴

hardcore nsfw, i do not kink shame but i will not participating in writing nsfw topic with mentions of scat, pee, raceplay, ageplay, noncon, etc.

char + fandom list below

𓂃𓏲࣪ ʚ mha 。°˖ ☆ ┊bakugo kirishima midoriya kaminari amajiki mirio todoroki ashido uraraka hawks

+ many more! just submit a request for specific

𓂃𓏲࣪ ʚ jjk 。°˖ ☆ ┊gojo geto nanami yuji megumi inumaki choso mahito

although this is a mainly mha blog i can write other characters from a few other series!