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Kissing Mashle boys before running hc?

MASH BURNEDEAD, FINN AMES, LANCE CROWN, DOT BARRETT, RAYNE AMES, ABEL WALKER, ABYSS RAZOR, WIRTH MADL, CARPACCIO LUO-YANG, ORTER MADL, KALDO GEHENNA (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. the boys' reactions to you kissing them and then running away.

author's note. that one panel where orter tells cell to bend over has never left my mind and i may have brought it over to these headcanons i'm (not) sorry. orter can bend me over anytime- AHEM ANYWAY LIVE LAUGH LOVE WIRTH HAHAHA

you, running away from MASH? given his inhuman speed and reflexes, that'll be impossible. even if your action is as harmless as a kiss to his cheek, the first-year would reflexively grab your wrist and pull you flush against his chest before you can take a step away from him.

you'd be subjected under his signature blank stare for a few seconds as he tries to process what just happened, and when he finally registers the feeling of your soft lips on his cheek, he tilts his head to the side in an adorable manner.

"can you do that again?" he asks, surprising you. mash can't explain it - but he likes the warm and fuzzy feeling that would bloom inside his chest when you kiss his cheek. your kiss feels like... a bed of cream puffs. (don't question his analogy)

oh, sweet summer child FINN. if you kiss him right on his freckles in front of his friends, he'd combust on the spot as a string of unintelligible words streams out of his mouth. a flush of embarrassment would rise to his cheeks and when he turns around to tell you off, you're already running away, leaving him to think of how he should get back at you.

he'd spend the entire afternoon attempting and failing to ambush you, with you giggling gleefully as you skip out of his reach. argh, why do you have to be so hard to catch?!

when supper rolls around, you sit next to a defeated looking finn with your tray of food. as you're eating, he points out that you've got some sauce around your mouth and before you can wipe it off, finn has already leaned over and licks the corner of your lips (with his cheeks burning). you drop your spoon in shock while dot gags loudly in the background.

"oh," is all LANCE says when your lips land on the corner of his mouth. his fingertips brush against the spot you shyly kissed and when he turns to face you, you're already gone. figuring that the embarrassment must have gotten to you, he presses a loose fist against his lips as he chuckles softly.

the following hours would be lance contributing further to that embarrassment. he'd kiss your cheek when you're in the middle of a conversation with your friends, and he makes sure that you won't be able to pull away by gripping your jaw. the kiss would last longer than necessary, causing an awkward silence to fall on the group.

if you confront him about it, he'd simply squish your cheeks in his palm as he taunts you for being unable to do anything. try to talk back, and he'll silence you with his lips.

DOT would short-circuit the second your lips make contact with his cheek, his face flushing as red as his hair. as you run away from him laughing, he'd hold his face like he just got slapped, gibberish spilling over his lips and unable to think straight. mash and finn would have to hold him up to stop him from collapsing.

once dot recomposes himself, he'd chase you in the hallways and it immediately becomes a game of tag... with him almost crashing into the walls as you deftly dodge his lunges.

when he finally catches you, there's no escaping from his onslaught of kisses as he wounds his arms around you tightly. your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your neck - he leaves no area untouched. when dot returns a favour, he returns it tenfold.

RAYNE would turn his head the moment he registers the lack of space between your bodies - and that unexpected action causes his lips to meet yours in a kiss. you immediately pull away from him with a loud gasp, and the perpetual frown on his countenance prompts you to run for the hills.

touching his lips, he'd wonder why you ran away after boldly kissing him, unaware that you weren't supposed to do that and that you had only intended to ask him about homework. it wouldn't take long for him to chase you as if you're a little rabbit being preyed on by the wolf of adler dorm. (finn watches with a slack jaw as his older brother terrorises your poor soul)

the moment rayne catches up to you, he'd cage you against the nearest wall with his arms on either side of your cowering form. he's at a loss to know how to respond to your profuse apologies, only wanting you to kiss him properly after that accidental kiss earlier. he eventually manages to silence you by gingerly planting his lips on the tip of your nose.

ABEL doesn't express much emotion in the first place, so it's no surprise that he didn't give much of a reaction to your kiss on his forehead. when you did it in the middle of his conversation with the magia lupus, he stops talking abruptly while the other members gawk at your boldness. with a quiet "teehee", you prance out of the room as he touches his forehead.

in class, in the hallway, in the cafeteria - abel would stare at you from afar like you've committed the highest degree of crimes. you think that you may have offended him by pulling what you did in front of the magia lupus, but that's not the case as you would come to find out later.

in the evening, abyss brings you to abel's room by the scruff of your shirt. you're wondering why the hell you got dragged out of bed, and it isn't until you noticed abel staring at you expectantly did you realise he wants you to give him a good night kiss like a mother would to her child.

ABYSS, who had never received physical affection from anyone before in his entire life, would be so flustered that his mind becomes a jumbled mess. he doesn't even realise that you've already fled from the scene by the time he can think coherently again (and he's disappointed).

the kiss you gave him would linger on his mind for hours, and he'd throw subtle glances at you - specifically your lips. the warmth that spread from the spot you kissed on his forehead is... comforting, reassuring even, and he doesn't think he can continue his day without getting another one from you.

eventually, abyss would work up the courage to approach you. when he shyly tugs your sleeve with his gaze averted, you immediately understand what he wants and lean in to plant a sweet kiss over his evil eye, causing red to dust his cheeks. he'd hug you on impulse, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

WIRTH doesn't appreciate having his study time interrupted, so if you try to break his concentration by kissing the side of his neck, he wouldn't give you the chance to run away by trapping your feet in mud. he'd then drag you over to sit on his lap, where you'll be forced to stay until he's done studying.

it doesn't matter if you're in the library or the common room, you'll just have to endure the embarrassment of being sandwiched between his body and the table. he doesn't even hide the fact that he's enjoying the way you're squirming uncomfortably on his lap - that's what you get for trying to distract him.

he'd pinch your side if your squirming starts to get annoying, and if you try to protest, he'd immediately shut you up with a kiss - with every contact between your lips lasting longer than the previous one. it eventually reaches the point where you're left breathless after his kisses, and he smirks at the debauched look he's able to paint on your countenance.

CARPACCIO would stare at your fleeing figure with the same stiff expression he wears every day; he'd internally question why you would run off after kissing him when he has no intentions of harming you.

since he can't feel pain, your affectionate gestures are the only other external stimuli he can feel. he registers the pleasant feeling in his chest when you first kissed him, and has become addicted to the feeling since then. so really, he'd just accept your surprise kisses.

although he won't go after you when you run away, he'd actively seek you out and splay himself across your lap like a cat. when that happens, it's your cue to shower him with the kisses he has grown to like. this frequently happens since he tends to stay up all night for his research, and the warm feeling of your lips helps him fall asleep.

ORTER won't admit it, but your kisses are capable of breaking his composure; so when your lips suddenly press against his jaw, he'd freeze up on the spot, giving you the opportunity to book it before he can catch you. once you're well out of his sight, he'd push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the faintest hint of blush on his cheeks.

of course, no actions go without consequences - and you are no exception. to punish you for your little misdeed, orter would call your unsuspecting self into his office before bending you over his desk when you least expected it. he'd relish in your shocked expression and proceeds to intimidate you into submission, only stopping once he spots the teary beads in the corners of your eyes.

orter is not a cruel man. gently cupping your jaw, he presses a long kiss on your temple as a silent apology before letting you go.

another one who you won't have a chance to run from. KALDO can tell when you're about to attack him with a kiss and would pretend to be oblivious until you make a move. the moment you lean into his face, he quickly turns his head and places a hand at the back of your head to push your lips against his.

you're helpless in his grasp as he wraps an arm around your waist to press you against his body. if you just had a sweet snack, he would deepen the kiss and literally devour your lips, wanting to taste what you ate. when he finally pulls away, he'll try to guess the name of the snack while playfully smiling at your embarrassed expression.

kaldo treats it like a little game. if he can catch you before you kiss him and he happens to have some honey on hand, he gets your honey-flavoured lips as a reward and you'll be in for a long night.

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so uh... was it push or pull

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okay, but what about bakugo and his spoiled princess of a girlfriend?

he’s always grumbling, always acting annoyed — but everyone knows he lets her get away with everything.

she’s clingy? he groans like he’s bothered, but then he’s tugging her into his lap with one hand wrapped around her waist, his other arm holding her close like she belongs there.

she wants to buy something? he’s saying no — gruff, firm, the usual “you don’t need that crap” — and then she hits him with the wettest, cutest, biggest puppy eyes to ever exist, soft as hell, tilting her head with a little pout:

“katsuki~”

he’s done for. that man’s brain bluescreens on the spot.

bakugo.exe has stopped working.

next thing you know, he’s handing over his card with a scowl, muttering, “just don’t buy the whole damn store.”

she’s giggling, twirling for him in some frilly dress, asking, “do i look pretty? what do you think of this shade of gloss? too much shimmer?”

he doesn’t know shit about makeup or fashion, but he’s sitting there, watching her like she hung the stars, nodding along as she rambles, pretending to understand just because her eyes sparkle when she talks.

and then — then — some guys have the audacity to mock her behind her back, calling her “high maintenance.”

bakugo’s jaw ticks.

he turns, cracking his knuckles, eyes narrow and sharp like a storm’s about to break loose.

“you got a fuckin’ problem, huh?” he growls, stepping closer.

one of them scoffs, but he’s not letting it go.

“i can afford it, you bastards. and if my girlfriend likes to blow my cash on all that sparkly shit she loves, then who the fuck are you to talk?”

he rolls his shoulders, pure menace in his voice.

“you wanna fight? go ahead. let’s see how much your broke ass can afford a hospital bill.”

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sex ban for the mha boys 🙂‍↕️

— midoriya izuku - “the ban is for your protection too”

you’re sobbing. legs trembling. sheets soaked. it’s 2am izuku wipes your tears like a sweet little boyfriend… while still thrusting into you.

“you said one more,” you cry.

“i said i’m close, baby,” he coos, kissing your damp cheeks. “almost done—be good, you’re doing so good—”

you go limp. soul gone. the next morning, you can’t get out of bed. your legs scream in protest. your clit throbs in fear.

izuku peeks in, beaming. “want some breakfast?”

you throw a pillow. “i want a mobility aid, you sex-obsessed beast.”

he freezes, startled. “wha—i thought you liked it—?”

“sex. ban. five days.”

his eyes go wide, like you ripped his heart out. “five—five days? but what if i just eat you out?”

“no.”

“what if i cry a little?”

“…still no.”

now he’s pouting, flexing shirtless, doing squats next to you on the couch and muttering things like, “i’d treat that pussy with respect if she’d just let me see it again”.

— bakugo katsuki - “you treated me like a fucking pocket pussy”

you wake up in bed, bruised, dazed, and possibly concussed. bakugo walks in with zero shame, biting into an apple. “you good?”

you sit up with a grimace. “you choked me out on the headboard.”

he grins. “you told me to.”

“you said, and i quote, ‘i’m gonna split you open like a wishbone.’”

he shrugs. “and you came like a bitch in heat.”

“i had a vision. i saw my ancestors. sex ban. one week. non-negotiable.”

his jaw drops. “you got me fucked up—i should ban you, you’re the one who gripped my cock like you were tryna keep it.”

“you folded me like lawn chair mid-thrust.”

he scoffs, already adjusting his boxers. “you’re gonna break before i do.”

now he’s stomping around half-naked, fisting the couch cushions, moaning dramatically every time you bend over just a little too far. you’re not gonna make it to day 3.

— aizawa shouta - “you don’t get to break me and then nap”

he’s still asleep. you’re staring at the ceiling, completely naked and so overstimulated you’re vibrating. you limp to the bathroom, looking like you got hit by a train, and find hickeys down to your knees. you confront him in the hallway, wearing a robe and rage. “you fucked me like a criminal, and then had the nerve to fall asleep while i was twitching on the mattress.”

aizawa opens one eye. “you came four times.”

“you edged me for an hour then ruined me.”

he yawns. “you said you wanted something intense.”

“i wanted foreplay. not carnage.” you fold your arms. “you’re banned from my pussy. three days.”

he raises a brow. “is that so?”

“and no lazy finger-fucking while you grade papers either.”

now he’s dangerously silent. letting you sit in his lap during staff meetings, letting his hand hover just above your thigh… brushing your hair off your shoulder and whispering, “ban’s almost over, right?” you’re the one that caves hard.

— shigaraki tomura - “you said you’d be gentle”

you’re clinging to the headboard, shell-shocked. legs trembling. back scratched to hell. your voice is gone.

shigaraki stands at the edge of the bed, breathing heavy, sweat dripping down his neck. “you’re alive,” he mutters. “that’s what counts.”

you rasp, “you called me your little pet and choked me with your shirt sleeve.”

his lips twitch. “and you came so hard you squirted.”

“on the wall, tomura. the wall.”

he shrugs. “didn’t know you could do that. neat.”

you grab your robe like it’s armor. “sex ban. a week. you’re unstable.”

he scoffs. “you think i’m the problem?”

“you growled ‘mine’ and bit my inner thigh like a feral stray.”

now he’s pacing, jerking off with one hand while glaring at you. “if i don’t get to fuck you by friday, i’m decaying the bed.” he keeps leaving your vibrator on your pillow like a threat. you’re scared. and turned on.

— dabi - “you lit my soul on fire and then asked if i was good”

you’re curled up on the couch with an ice pack on your pelvis. dabi’s walking around shirtless, covered in hickeys he made you give him. “you okay, babe?” he says, lighting a cigarette.

you groan. “you called me your ‘favorite cum dumpster’ and then came in me four times without blinking.”

he blows smoke. “you said you wanted to feel used.”

“i said slightly.”

he smirks. “you were crying and saying ‘don’t stop.’ what was i supposed to do?”

you hiss. “sex ban. three days. minimum. i need to regenerate my spine.”

he leans down, whispers in your ear. “so i shouldn’t bend you over the couch right now?”

you kick him weakly. “i will die.”

now he’s tormenting you. letting you see his hard-on every time he changes, jerking off loudly in the shower while moaning your name, licking his fingers in front of you like he’s tasting you again. you’re gonna fold on your knees.

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“A Tragic Bitch in Heat (No Not Like That)”

Genre: Crack, Comedy, Fever Delirium, Victim Behavior

Warnings: Fever (156°F = comically fake, please no one do this), crying (fake), melodrama, and physical comedy

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It started when you woke up at 2 p.m., sweating through your sheets, confused, and vaguely convinced your bed was trying to eat you.

You stood up. Immediately regretted it.

The walls shifted. The floor said no thanks. Your vision got weirdly sparkly.

And then you checked your temperature.

156°F.

(Was the thermometer broken? Probably.

Did you believe it anyway? Absolutely.)

You dropped the thermometer and whispered:

“…Oh my god. I’m dying.”

You threw on a hoodie (wrong side out), wrapped yourself in two blankets, and staggered out of your room like a sick Victorian child in a tuberculosis commercial.

---

In the common room:

The class was watching a movie. Chill vibes. Popcorn. Pillows. Nothing chaotic.

Until you stumbled into view, hair a mess, cheeks flushed, wrapped in 40 pounds of fabric and sweat.

You gasped, dramatically holding a hand to your forehead.

“…Friends. I don’t have much time.”

Everyone froze.

Mina: “Uhhhh.”

Kaminari: “What happened to you??”

You fell to your knees. “My body is failing me.”

Jirou squinted. “Are you crying?”

You were. Ugly little fever tears. Sniffling like someone just killed your childhood dog.

Kirishima ran over, worried. “Babe? What’s wrong?”

You looked him dead in the eye and croaked:

“My temperature is 156. I think my organs are melting.”

---

Bakugo choked on his drink. “EXCUSE ME—WHAT??”

“Call Recovery Girl,” you moaned, collapsing into Kirishima’s arms. “Call my mother. Call Beyoncé. I’m not gonna make it.”

Sero blinked. “Did she say Beyoncé?”

You clutched Kirishima’s face. “Tell her I died beautifully.”

“You’re sweating like a grilled cheese,” he replied, wiping your forehead with his sleeve.

“I want a funeral with doves,” you whispered.

“I’ll give you a funeral with ducks if you don’t shut the fuck up,” Bakugo muttered, standing up.

---

They took your temperature again.

Momo: “It says 102.3.”

You: “Then why does it feel like death, Momo?”

You immediately burst into tears again. No reason. Just vibes.

Snot, tears, drama, everything.

“I was so young,” you sniffled.

“You’re literally still young,” Mina said.

“I had so many dreams…”

“You dreamed of eating Takis in bed,” Kaminari reminded you.

You nodded solemnly. “And now… I’ll never know how it ends.”

---

Enter: Aizawa.

He walked in mid-sob. Looked at you on the couch surrounded by blankets, juice boxes, tissues, and chaos.

“…What happened.”

“She has a fever,” Jirou said flatly.

“I have three fevers,” you said dramatically.

“She’s being weird,” Bakugo added. “Like, even more than usual.”

“She said she saw God,” Kirishima whispered.

“God told me I looked cute,” you added.

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose.

“…Take her to Recovery Girl. Before she becomes a legendary cautionary tale.”

---

On the way out, you clutched the doorframe and looked back at everyone.

“If I don’t return… remember me.”

“We’ll try,” Jirou deadpanned.

You sniffled.

“Remember me as beautiful, dramatic, and constantly hydrated.”

Then you collapsed into Kirishima’s arms like a Shakespearean heroine and whispered:

“Tell Bakugo he’s a bitch.”

Bakugo: “Already knew that, dumbass.”

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idol!reader whos katsuki bakugos favourite artist of all time, ever since he was an edgy 15 year old. the only person to know is mitsuki, his mother, who was forced to listen to your whole discography at every given moment, especially when he was drumming down in the garage. totally convinced you were his celeb crush (you were and still are). when you announced your first meet and greet a year after your first album he made sure he was THERE, and the photo he took with you is still his lockscreen to this day. you werent really caught up with the hero/villain side of the world, so you thought of katsuki as another fan, not realising he just completed the UA sports festival. when his mother mentioned it whilst taking his photo you congratulated him with a hug and he was A MESS (he scolded her after). you did note how cute he was considering he was mumbling the whole time. to this day hes been to all your shows to count and his assistant is always annoyed since it ruins schedule, but he never went to another meet and greet out of sheer embarrassment youd remember him mumbling "like hes deku". he never forgave his mother for ruining his cool boy image infront of you.

despite being one of the most famous artists in the world, you arent the type to do promotional activities or commercials/sponsorships. your team (god, especially your manager) is always trying to get you on something. and to their luck, you agree one time. mostly out of boredom, the rest curiosity. the job was to host an awards show! something you havent done before, and the first time youve been asked to do so - so you took it on.

the email wasnt only sent to your team, but also dynamights. the award show wanted to add a hero to be a host considering heroes like earphone jack were winning awards that night and thought it would be fun for the public to see heroes in more "normal" settings. similarly to you, dynamight avoided all promotional activities, seeing them as useless and not what a hero ought to do. the only time hes ever done it was for his best friend, red riot, who launched a wellness brand quite recently. when the email was sent to his team, his assistant was the first to see. the moment she saw your name in the participating section, she scrambled to dynamights office as soon as possible, almost dropping the laptop in the process. it was hard for her not to know he was your biggest fan considering he has a massive signed poster of you on his office wall (no one really goes in there but his assistant or his friends). before he managed to shoot out his default no and an annoyed insult, his assistant just shouts your name and hes stunned silent, suddenly standing up and rushing to the laptop to see if its true.

when the time comes to meet you a few days before the show starts, hes a nervous wreck. despite being one of the top 10 heroes, youre one of his. the idea of seeing his teen crush (and maybe his current one... but he'd never admit it) throws him right back to being the same 16 year old boy who awkwardly met you at a meet n greet.

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I just got separators and I’m currently in pain, so let’s write abt it 👍

Btw, the reason I’ve been gone so long is I was at this leadership thingie for a week, and we weren’t allowed to have our phones or any other devices. Soooo yeah.

But yall get a Bakugou fanfic after all this time! Listen, all my motivation for writing MAY have gone to Ekko recently. But I still love this shouty boy, so here u go

Katsuki Bakugou. Loud. Arrogant. Obnoxious. Your boyfriend.

You and Katsuki had been dating for a while now. Maybe since…what, first year of UA? Just before the finals? Well, now you were both on your last year of UA.

Despite everything that happened last school year, things had slowly settled back to normal. Yes, the war left everyone with new scars, new trauma, new everything. But things had healed, and one instance of that was the cozy atmosphere of the common room.

The Bakugsquad, minus Bakugou himself, were talking in the corner excitedly about something. Jirou was teaching Momo some card games she’d learned her the years. Some people were studying or doing homework. The area just felt so…at peace.

You were texting some friends on the couch as your boyfriend did some homework next to you. It was really them just checking up on you; the war had done plenty on you, both with physical damage, and emotional, after Katsuki almost…

You shook the thought from your head, reminding yourself he was in fact right here, alive and well. To remind yourself, you laid your head on his shoulder, cheek pressing against the warm uniform fabric.

Immediately, you shot up, rubbing your jaw in pain. Oof, you had forgotten about those.

Katsuki looked over at you with narrowed eyes, looking almost offended. You could see the concern in his eyes though. “What the fuck was that about? Am I repulsive or something?” He asked, a little confused. You couldn’t tell if the defensiveness was because his ego was hurt from that, or if that was just a snappy comeback.

“No, no, sorry.” You said with an awkward smile, pain shooting through your gums at even that. “I just got separators this morning. My gums are feeling extremely sensitive.”

He narrowed his eyes in confusion again. “Separators?”

“They’re rubber bands they put in your teeth a week before you get braces.”

“…oh.”

You nodded with a shrug, and just about then, your stomach grumbled loudly. You looked at it with wide eyes, immediately feeling a little embarrassed.

“Go eat something, idiot.” Katsuki said, before turning back to his homework.

“I would, but it hurts. I can’t even clench my teeth without them hurting.”

“Take some meds then.”

“I did. I just took some a bit ago.”

He looked at you with a bit of a sigh and got up abruptly. “It’s my night to make dinner.” He huffed, getting up a walking away. You kinda just sat there, wondering if he had simply…got fed up with the conversation?

Your boyfriend left the dorm after a few minutes, and came back half an hour later with some groceries. He was in the common room kitchen for a bit, actually. At one point, Denki came up to him with a whine, asking why the angry blonde was cooking dinner on his night to.

Wait, what? You looked up in slight surprise. If tonight was Denki’s turn to cook, why would Katsuki suddenly decide to just…take it?

Soon, you found out what the meal was. Soup. Soup and Onigiri. Two things you could actually eat. He had put only potatoes and steamed vegetables in the soup, so they were soft for your teeth. Same with the Onigiri; he made sure the rice was soft, and he made sure the stuff inside was too.

The whole dinner you smiled at him, holding his hand under the table and running your thumb along his knuckles. Acts of service was definitely Katsuki’s love language, and it made your heart flutter.

He didn’t even bother asking for praise or anything. He just wanted to make sure you were okay. And that was more than enough.

!Not proofread!

Requests open and welcome

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VICTORIA'S ✮ SECRET

✮ includes: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki, Shouta Aizawa & Tomura Shigaraki

✮ warnings: aged-up, fem!reader, lingerie, e-m-o jokes, established relationship, light 18+ content.

✮ synopsis: surprising your boyfriend / husband with something special from victoria's secret

⋆ Izuku Midoriya

"Izu?" Your coo echoed through the apartment from your shared bedroom as he dropped his keys. by the door, "You're back already?"

"Mm-hmm, the store was practically empty." He called out, glancing at the closed door before carrying the paper bag in his arms to the kitchen.

Setting out the bread and digging out the candy bar he picked up for you, he heard your bedroom door click open.

"You got everything, right?" You hummed, tying your black silk robe over your shoulder as he glanced over his shoulder to you, smiling as he noticed you looking cozy.

"Yeah, there wasn't much on the list anyways." He assured, setting the chocolate on the marble countertop as he felt your arms creeping around his waist. "Mmm, baby, you smell so good."

"Yeah? I got a new perfume. Do you like it?" You mumbled into his shoulder as he gently tugged your one of your wrists to his lips, kissing the soft skin.

"How is that even a question? You smell like heaven." He whispered, intertwining his fingers between yours, scattering soft kisses to your knuckles.

"You got home before I could do my makeup, y'know." You teased, the arm around his waist going limp as he slowly let go of your hand. "I was trying to get all pretty for you."

"Oh no," he dramatically gasped, turning to face you. "My stunning, amazing, gorgeous girlfriend is . . . still my stunning, amazing, gorgeous girlfriend."

"Yeah, but I was going to look absolutely edible, Izu." You pouted as he rolled his eyes, hoisting you up onto the kitchen counter with a hum.

"Baby, you're always absolutely edible—you know that." He murmured, stepping between your thighs as his hands found their way to your waist, rubbing the soft silk softly as a giggle fought its way out of your throat. "I could just eat you up." He whispered, planting a soft kiss on your collarbone.

"Or... you could eat me out, Izu." You teased, feeling his hands flex around your waist momentarily as his eyes flicked up to meet yours

"Is that right?" He tilted his head a little, freckles illiminated by the dim light, watching as yout just nodded in response. He felt a groan escape him as his fingers gently untied the silk on your body. a groan falling from his throat as he untied the silk robe.

As he watched the silk drop from your shoulders, his jaw instantly dropped—before him was you in a new red babydoll dress—he wasn't sure he'd ever seen something he wanted to rip off someone so back.

"There is a god." He whispered, tugging your hips to the edge of the counter. "Baby, you look... beautiful." He assured, lifting you from the marble, your legs locking behind his hips quickly.

"Yeah?" You whispered back, leaning down to kiss his neck softly, a short-lived whine escaping him as he quickly carried you to your room.

"Mm-hmm, baby. Let me show you how beautiful I think you look right now." He choked out as you teasingly ran a finger down his chest, unceremoniously tossing you onto the duvet, smirking softly as you squealed.

"Izuuu. Careful." You huffed, leaning up against the pillows as he tugged his shirt off, quickly discarding it to the floor.

"Baby, I'm going to be anything but careful." He murmured, unzipping his jeans as you pressed back on the mattress—flushing as you thought of all he might do to you.

In an instant, he was on you.

⋆ Katsuki Bakugo

"Babe—oh! " He trailed off, gaze flicking up and down your body. "You're trying to kill me." Bakugo deadpanned, pausing in your doorway as you froze, staring at him through the mirror. "I finished dinner, but I think there's something I want to eat more now."

"Katsuki!" You yelped, grabbing for a blanket from your bed as he frowned. "Don't you ever knock?"

"No, come onnn. Don't cover up, woman—I was enjoying the show!" He groaned, running a hand over his mouth. "Why would I knock in my house?"

"Off limits. You already ruined your birthday surprise. Be a good boy and wait a few more days." You hissed, clutching the blanket closer as he shook his head, muttering 'tease' under his breath.

"Why were you putting it on anyways—it's not my birthday for another week." He groaned, taking a few steps towards you, shoving his hands into his sweatpants as you turned to fully face him. "You just wanted to torture me, I swear."

"Hello, you deserve a good gift—had to make sure it fit properly, Katsu." You whispered as his hands left his clothes, loosely wrapping around your waist as he kissed your temple.

"You're so lucky. I respect you, y/n. I'd be ripping the lace off with my teeth, if you'd let me, baby." He sighed out, breathing on your neck before nipping gently on the skin

He smirked against your flesh as he felt you shudder, loving how he could get his payback so quickly with a few simple words.

"Behave," you choked out, Bakugo gently squeezing your hips before letting go with a huff, "or you won't get your birthday present."

"Hmm. Fine—I can wait. But only because I know you've got to be hungry, baby. I'm not going to make ya' starve just so I can get off." He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your scalp. "Just change out of it so I'm not tempted anymore."

"Mmm. Ok, Katsu. I'll change... Besides, I made sure it fits me pretty good." You mumbled, glancing down at the snug fabric that brought out the curves of your body as Bakugo fought to keep his gaze up.

"Stop talking about the lingerie." He hissed, tucking you against him. "You're making it too hard to be respectful."

⋆ Ejirou Kirishima

You knew work had been stressing him out lately—villains attacking, badgering coworkers, long hours & a lack of lovin' from his wife because of it.

Not only was he getting desperate for you—you were getting desperate for him. So, the moment you found out he finally was going to have a whole weekend off—you started plotting.

Which led to now.

You stretched out on your mattress, little pink handcuffs on the nightstand, ready & willing to spend a night clamped around your wrists, his favorite candles lit, a new slip dress, over your figure, and you waiting impatiently for your husband to get home.

"Y/nnn?" His voice rang out from the living room as the front door shut. "Baby, are you still up?"

Silence, you were holding your breath, smoothing out the thin dress almost anxiously—as if in five minutes it wouldn't be shoved halfway up your waist anyways.

An almost inaudible hum came from Kirishima as he tiptoed to your room—expecting you to be asleep, not wanting to wake you—excited to just get to calm down and hold the woman he so craved.

Though as he slowly, silently shuffled into the room, a sharp inhale came through his lungs as he saw you, his hands coming up midair as he silently fell down to his knees.

"I don't know what I did to deserve this, but thank you." He spoke up towards the ceiling, hands trembling slightly as you cleared your throat.

"Ahem, what are you doing?" You teased, sitting up more as he pressed back, admiring you as he started fumbling to get his clothes off.

"Saying grace before I feast," he stated matter-of-factly before lunging up onto the bed, grabbing your waist, and not bothering to take his time as he pulled the silk up. "I've been starved." A groan escaped his throat as he saw the lacy panties that were once hidden under the dress. "If this is how I die, know I lived a good life."

⋆ Tamaki Amajiki

You'd found the most adorable lavender babydoll dress, something screamed in your soul that you needed to wear it for Tamaki, so you bought it, and a few of lotions to feel baby soft and comfortable

Though, It worked too well; the thin mesh fabric was splayed over your sleeping figure when Tamaki got home, the room smelling of vanilla and faded-out lust

He felt a little flustered, seeing you in such a state—knowing you'd gotten ready for him and tried to stay up to spend the night with him.

He chose to simply ignore the way his brain melted at the sight, crawling into bed next to you, making sure to pull the covers nice and high so you wouldn't be cold throughout the night.

"Mmm. Tama." You mumbled groggily, turning over to lay your head on his chest as his arm curled over your side.

"Mm-hmm, I'm here." He whispered, kissing the crown of your head gently as your fingers lightly tapped on his chest. "I've got you."

"There are so many ways you could have had me if you hadn't taken your sweet time after work." You mumbled into the fabric of his thin tee; he could feel the annoyance from your lips as he slowly rubbed over the fabric.

The mental images made him bite back a whine, knowing he could have been having the time of his life.

"I'm sorry, my love. I had paperwork." He whispered, keeping his voice low as he buried his face into your hair, planting chaste kisses in the strands. "If it makes you feel better, you look so pretty right now."

"Mmm. Yeah, thatt does make me feel better," you admitted, leaning up to kiss his shoulder. "Knew you'd love lavender."

"Yeah?" he hummed, rolling some of the mesh between his fingers. "Well, I liked the dress just because because it's on you, but baby..." he trailed off, pulling back a little to stare at you snuggled up against him. "You look ethereal in that damn color."

Your lips found his shoulder once more, before you laid back on his chest again, snuggling into his side. "You can tell all your thoughts out in the morning, right now? I need my sleep."

He fought back a smile as you melted into him, gently making sure you were nice and covered by the blanket before loosely wrapping his arms around you. "I got you; get comfy."

⋆ Shouta Aizawa

Sex never lacked in your marriage, never lacked when you were engaged, and never lacked when you were datng—it wasn't the focal point of your relationship, just one of many things that added up to have such a comfortable life.

Between the two of you, sex was more about the intimacy & sweet words said between thrusts than it was about blowing off steam and getting off.

You'd gone shopping, wanting to get a new pair of tights to wear—celebrating your fifth wedding anniversary called for more than pantyhose with snags and holes.

On your way to check out, a small, silky camisole set caught your eye, midnight blue, loose, and it looked comfortable enough to sleep in, so you bought it to sleep in.

That night, after your shower, you walked out of the bathroom, still wringing water from your hair as Shouta's eyes flicked up from his book, feeling his throat tighten a bit as the silk moved freely with the air.

He'd been with you for years, and even a new set of pjs was enough to still drive him insane. "When'd you get that, honey?" He raised a brow, reach out to set his book on the nightstand as you hooked your towel on the door.

"Mmm, today. I went out shopping to get a few things to sparkle up our anniversary dinner—do you like it?" You did a small spin, as his arms extended out towards you, finding home around your waist as you crawled on the bed.

"You look just as beautiful as the day I met you." He whispered, rolling on top of you as a giggle fought its way out of your throat, his lips planting soft kisses on your face, as your hands planted themselves on his chest, tugging lightly on his shirt.

"Stop it, stop it." You feigned annoyance as his stubble tickled your skin, "Stop ittt, you're being such a dork."

"Oh? Am I not supposed to find my wife pretty?" He hummed, pulling back to smile at your flushed expression, as you pretended to think for a moment.

"Good point, good point. Carry on." You mused, curling your legs up behind his spine as he straddled your waist, leaning over to turn the lamp off.

"Hmm, my wife?" He whispered, tone low as his hands trailed down to rub gently on the silk "Pretty, loud, soft, drives me crazy. The list goes on."

"Oh, Sho. You keep talking like that, you're going to get it." You hushed him, biting down a gasp as he tugged the silk up, softly rubbing the skin of your stomach.

"I hope I do." He murmured, gaze drifting down at your body as he leaned down brushing his lips over the slope of your neck. "You're a damn dream."

⋆ Tomura Shigaraki

"Wake up Tomu." You whispered in his ear, biting gently on the lobe as he swatted at you.

"Get off." He groaned, not bothering to open his eyes, before you grabbed his wrist carefully guiding it to your stomach, letting him feel the textured lace that lay waiting for him.

"You sure you want me to get off? I just wanted to give you a nice birthday present." You pouted as his eyes shot open, staring at you, finger curling into the lace as he shifted to get comfortable.

"This is better than the dream I was having anyways." He rasped as you leaned down, leaving a soft kiss on his lips, one of his index fingers tracing up your side slowly.

"Do you like your gift?" You whispered as you pulled back, Shigaraki's eyes already glossed over as your hand ran through the pale-blue lock's that littered his scalp.

"I'm gonna like ripping it off."

[flwerie]

WELCOME HOME, HUBBY ! k . bakugou

SUM : After a long, rough day, Pro-Hero Bakugo comes home to his beloved wife, only to end up unleashing all his exhaustion, love, and pent-up desire onto her, desperate to make up for all the nights away.

✰ CW : NSFW / explicit smut (afab reader), vaginal séx, unprotected intercourse , established relationship (married couple), overstimulation, praise, light degradation, breeding kink, creampié, aftercare, comfort, fluffy domesticity, Bakugo's filthy mouth, usage of ‘wife’ repeatedly, mild possessiveness, mention of his pro-hero work violence, consent, emotionally safe dynamic—mdni

✰ A/N : opening my arms and legs wide for this man (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

The door unlocks with a beep and a low mechanical whir as Bakugo pushes it open with his boot, heavy duffel bag hanging off his shoulder, hair tousled, and his hero costume tied around his waist with the black tank top sticking to his muscular torso, drenched in sweat and blood spatter stains.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he grumbles under his breath, toeing off his combat boots by the genkan. His body aches; his wrists feel tight from all the blast maneuvering today, knuckles bruised from direct hits to villain jaws, and he feels that familiar ache deep in his ribs where the last one landed a cheap kick.

He glances up, expecting silence in the darkened apartment, but his ears twitch as a familiar, gentle laugh echoes down the hall.

“—that’s so stupid, oh my god,” you giggle softly, and he can hear the faint crunching of chips in your mouth, the news reporter’s voice blaring from the bedroom television.

His chest tightens. His eyes soften.

You’re home.

You’re safe.

You’re here.

He walks quietly, boots left abandoned by the door, each step heavy with fatigue until he reaches the bedroom doorway and sees you sprawled on the bed in your oversized grey shirt – his shirt, he notices with heat flickering in his belly – hair a little messy, cheeks plump as you munch on chips, eyes locked onto the news reporting his team’s raid today.

The sight physically hurts him. He grips the doorframe, staring.

You glance over and your eyes light up, as they always do whenever he comes home.

“Welcome home—”

But you don’t even get to finish because he drops his bag and in two strides he’s on top of you, pressing his full weight down, arms bracketing either side of your head as his chest collapses onto yours. The mattress dips with a loud thump as you yelp softly under him, chips flying out of your hand onto the sheets.

“Katsu!” You gasp in surprise, feeling his sweat-drenched tank stick to your shirt, his heavy muscled thighs trapping your smaller ones beneath them.

“Shut up… jus’ lemme… fuckin’ stay like this for a sec,” he mutters, voice hoarse, words muffled against your neck. His hair tickles your jawline as he breathes you in, the scent of your body wash, your shampoo, your lotion. Everything that grounds him.

He groans lowly, like an animal wounded and finally finding its den.

“Rough day?” You ask softly, carding your fingers through his sweat-soaked blonde hair, your nails lightly scratching his scalp, eliciting another deeper groan from his chest.

“Fuckin’ extra villain thought he could land a kick on me. Broke his goddamn nose and his ribs, too. And then that stupid Izuku kept naggin’ me about collateral damage paperwork. And don’t even get me started on that fuckin’ half-and-half with his polite ‘oh sorry Bakugo, you can fill the forms tomorrow’—”

He rants, voice vibrating against your neck as his arms snake under your back, hugging you tighter. His cock twitches against your stomach, half-hard, pressing through his tactical pants and your thin shorts.

You giggle softly, pinching his cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”

“Fuck off,” he grumbles, burying his face deeper into your neck, inhaling your warmth, your safety, your everything. He stays there, clutching onto you as if you’re his only lifeline in this world, which in a way, you are.

But then he feels it.

Your thighs shifting under him. Your stomach pressing up against his cock.

His hips twitch forward involuntarily, grinding softly against you.

You feel the sudden hardness and let out a surprised hum. “Hmmm? What’s this?”

“Shut up,” he growls embarrassedly, but his voice is weak, his body trembling a little as he nuzzles deeper into you, hot breath fanning over your clavicle.

“I’m just… fuck… I’m just happy… Nothing else…” he mumbles, shame crawling up his throat. He’s such a mess, isn’t he? Getting hard just from hugging his wife after a long day. Pathetic.

You laugh softly, your smile bright and eyes loving as you cup his flushed cheeks, making him look up at you. His eyes are glazed, lips parted, hair sticking to his forehead.

“You’re such a good husband, Katsuki,” you whisper, thumb stroking his bottom lip. “You work so hard… and then you come home to me, all needy and sweet.”

His eyes narrow in embarrassment, brows furrowing. “Oi— shut up with that sappy shit, dumb woman.”

But you can see the red flush creeping down his neck, his ears burning bright pink.

You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth between your bodies heat up further. “Then take your frustration out on me.”

He freezes, blinking down at you.

“…HUH?! WHY THE FUCK WOULD I— WHY WOULD I DO THAT TO MY WIFE—” he sputters, frowning hard.

“Sex, Katsuki.”

His eyes widen, mouth opening, but no sound comes out. Just pure shocked Pikachu face. “…oh.”

“Yeah. Sex,” you repeat with a giggle, leaning up to kiss his jawline. “We’ve not done it for a while, y’know… You’ve been so busy with raids lately…”

Your words trail off into a soft sigh, your fingers playing with the hem of his tank top, pushing it up to expose the rock-hard ridges of his abdomen, muscles twitching under your touch.

He stares at you, his crimson eyes darkening with hunger. The guilt of neglecting you these past two weeks, his days filled with paperwork, villain hunts, meetings, patrol rotations, and training… It all burns in his chest.

“…Tch. ‘Course I’ll make it up to ya,” he mutters gruffly, pushing himself up to kneel between your thighs. His hands grip the waistband of your shorts, ripping them down your legs in one swift movement, making you gasp.

“Katsu—”

“Shut up. Lemme fuckin’ see,” he growls, tossing your shorts aside. His fingers hook under your panties, dragging them down with a predatory glint in his eyes.

Your slick glistens under the dim lamp light, your folds puffy and wet just from his weight pressing down on you earlier. He clenches his jaw, thick fingers spreading you open gently as he hisses under his breath.

“Fuckin’ hell… You’re drippin’ already,” he growls, voice guttural as his thumb rubs over your clit in small, tight circles.

You moan, hips bucking upwards, grabbing his wrist. “Katsu… please…”

He smirks darkly. “Pathetic. Can’t even wait, can ya?”

You whimper softly, tears welling up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure just from his touch.

He quickly strips himself out of his tactical pants, his cock springing free, angry red and leaking precum down the thick vein on the underside. Your mouth waters at the sight, your pussy clenching desperately.

He lines himself up, rubbing the tip between your folds, smearing your slick up and down before pushing in slowly, stretching you open with a pained gasp.

“Fuuuuck… You’re so tight… shit,” he groans, his hips stuttering forward as he bottoms out, your walls pulsing around his length.

He leans down, his nose brushing against yours as he captures your lips in a bruising kiss, his thrusts starting slow but deep, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each roll of his hips.

Your hands claw at his back, feeling the scars and fresh bruises there as he pistons his hips harder, faster, the bed creaking under his strength.

“Missed this… Missed this fuckin’ pussy… Missed you, wife… Shit—” he growls, forehead pressed against yours as sweat drips down his temples.

“I missed you too… fuck— Katsuki— harder, please!” You beg, tears rolling down your cheeks from the intensity of his thrusts, each one rocking you up the mattress.

He grunts, gripping your thighs and pushing your knees up to your chest, folding you in half as he pounds into you ruthlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with loud, wet smacks.

Your moans echo around the bedroom, mixing with his low growls and the creaking of the bed frame.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck— gonna breed you so good… fill you up… make up for all those fuckin’ nights I left ya alone… gonna fuckin’ give you a baby, yeah? My wife’s gonna look so pretty all knocked up,” he growls in your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier as he feels his orgasm build.

Your back arches, eyes rolling back as your pussy clamps down around him, milking him for all he’s worth. “Katsu— I’m cumming—!”

“Fuckin’ take it,” he snarls, biting down on your shoulder as he spills his hot, thick cum inside you, filling you up until it leaks out around his cock.

He keeps thrusting through your orgasm, overstimulating you as you sob his name, fingers digging into his biceps.

When he finally slows down, he collapses on top of you, his weight comforting and heavy, his cock still buried deep inside as his cum seeps out, dripping down your thighs.

“…shit,” he mutters breathlessly against your neck, arms trembling as he hugs you tighter. “Did I hurt you?”

You smile softly, tears still streaming down your face from the overwhelming pleasure, your hand brushing his sweaty hair back. “No… you felt so good, Katsuki…”

He exhales shakily, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, his touch suddenly so tender compared to how rough he was moments ago.

“Gonna clean you up in a bit… then run ya a bath, yeah?” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzles into you.

“Mmhm…” you hum sleepily, hugging his broad shoulders, feeling his warmth envelope you completely.

He stays there, cock still nestled inside you, refusing to pull out yet, his breathing slowing as he listens to the sound of your heartbeat against his ear.

His home. His safe place. His wife.

Bakugo Katsuki falls asleep that night, still buried deep within you, your body wrapped around his like a warm blanket, the exhaustion of his day finally melting away with your comforting touch.

And when he wakes up, still hard inside you, he makes sure to remind you again just how much he missed you.

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HAI PEARLYYY !! (ᗒ⩊ᗕ) 🍀 anon here again :33 just read all ur recent works and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA u write the best fics everrr!! (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ anyway!! thoughts about the mha boys with a handsy s/o? :3c I'm talking hands often inside their clothes & pawing their abs, feeling up their arms, rubbing their face against the boy's cheeks affectionately!! with izuku, katsuki, eiji, & amajiki?? thnkz yew 4 ur work of arts!! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

TOUCHY ✮ LADY

✮ includes: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki

BONUS : Shoto Todoroki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Denki Kaminari & Shouta Aizawa

✮ Agedup, fem!reader, kissing, light 18+ content, & fluff

pearl's ✮ notes : Hiii Clover 😻 I love your requests sm!! <33

⋆ Izuku Midoriya

He used to be beyond flustered anytime you touched him, every ounce of blood beelining for his cheeks the moment your hands would ghost under his shirt against his abs.

It'd be even worse when you nuzzled your face against his and squeezed his arms—oh, how in love he feels whenever you do it now, though.

Over the years, he's grown accustomed to it, the feel of your hands always on him, seeking his warmth, squeezing his arms lightly, or butterfly kisses.

At home, he makes sure to either wear loose shirts or just go shirtless, so you can easily keep your hands all over him.

At work, whenever you come to visit him, his students tease him. after witnessing you squeezing his arms or peppering his face in kisses—the male students, at least; the girls typically fawn over it, hoping to find themselve someone like Izuku

Has explained to his students, that if you feel less masculine because your girlfriend kisses you, or wants to hug you... that's just a you problem, because he's living proof that you can be lovey-dovey with someone, and still be strong

⋆ Katsuki Bakugou

Oh! He felt like he was about to die the first time your hand snuggled its way up his shirt to just rub on his abs, the way your eyes lit up feeling the firmness of his abs—truly thought this was how he was going to go

You squish his chubby cheeks, then love on them—jaw dropped, amazed at how much he didn't hate it & unless he's with his friends, he'll squish your face and tilt his face to kiss you—if he is with friends he'll bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling

You squeezed his arm randomly once, just to feel the muscle, and a mini explosion popped from his palm—embarrassing him a little, but you cared more about the biceps

It was quite the adjustment getting used to you being so touchy and always needing to touch him, but over time he found it hot because you need him so bad you have to be touching him all the time?

Once in an interview after saving the day with Shoto and Deku, he was asked how he would celebrate; he just replied with 'weekend with the wife' & the entirety of that weekend was spent cuddling on the couch.

⋆ Eijirou Kirishima

Doesn't mind you touching on him, not even back at the beginning—He's always found the attention endearing, making him prouder of his physique, knowing it was the way you were showing your love

One of the wedding photos is literally you squishing your faces together, scrunched up and smiling like idiots—it's the one he keeps on his office at the agency

The feeling of you palming at his abs, and forcing him into butterfly kisses once he gets home makes his day so much better, whatever pain or annoyance he'd dealt with all worth it

kisses your shoulder whenever you're tracing over his abs, letting you feel every inch of him whenever you want

Publicly praises you every chance he gets. Some of his fans have made 'Red Riot saying 'my wife' for 5 minutes and 38 seconds' videos.

Squeezes you into his muscular body whenever he can, loving it just as much as you do—knows he won at life

⋆ Tamaki Amajiki

Give him a minute—let him get up, let him get up.

No words were able to leave his mouth the moment your hands snuck up his shirt to feel his muscle the first time just an "uhhhhhhh" that neither of you were sure how long would last

He turns so red, whenever you just touch him randomly—it doesn't matter if you're alone, in public, just with Mirio & Nejire; baby is RED

Cuddling in bed, and he feels your hands press against his abs, a giggle escaping his throat? He won't sleep—can't sleep—doesn't want to sleep.

He likes when you nuzzle your face into his, though; it doesn't feel as embarrassing to him—or pull attention to his muscles so he can handle it without getting uncomfortable in public

He's a little different at home; he'll still get flustered . . . just not as bad as in public or around friends—he's the most affectionate in the shower.

Hear me out—lathering each other up, letting you feel every muscle in his body, him feeling the plush flesh of your body

Hear me out again—he's actually fine with your touching at home, as long as he can touch you too, to be grounded; he just enjoys the shower because it feels so intimate and vulnerable.

Bonus ✮ ✮

⋆ Shoto Todoroki

He got confused when you felt the contour of his abs through his clothes—feeling under them, bare hand on bare muscle, he almost spasmed a little out of shock, staring down as your hand lightly traced over his stomach

He grew fond of your affections quickly, a small smile whenever you caressed his face or held onto his arm—typically caressing your cheek with his knuckles or kissing the side of your head

He keeps a photo of the two of you back in your UA days on the wall of his office, your hand wrapped around his bicep, and smiling up at him like he'd hung the moon—keeps him waiting patiently to be able to go home to you

While he's standoffish with PDA, he's fine with your hand wrapped around his arm, or your head nuzzled up to his shoulder

At home it's a different story—you'd never expect it, but his shirt comes off and he lets you lay on top of him, tracing stars on his chest down to his abs for as long as you want

His friends and coworkers find it cute how after so many years you're both still so in love and still make a point to be affectionate with each other.

⋆ Shinsou Hitoshi

The first time your hand slipped under his shirt, the two of you were cuddling in bed, so he just gave you this sleepy little half smile, his hand coming down to press your hand in place as he kissed your forehead.

He's compared you to a cat—multiple times for palming at his abs and nuzzling your face against his, though he's never once complained. He gets drunk in the feeling you wanting to touch him

Squeezing his arm jokingly, to flirt with him ends up bringing a sweet smile to his lips—even though he adamantly refuses to admit that you're flirting can still get to him after so long

Teasingly mimics your touches; you want to rub his abs? He's going to rub on your stomach just to see you flush. You want to squeeze his arm? He's going to squeeze your thigh. You want to nuzzle his face and neck? Breast and stomach.

Cuddle pile with you, him, and the cat every day when he gets home from work—he'll hold both of you to his chest happily as your hand will find its way in his clothes

⋆ Denki Kaminari

Oh, oh my god. Your hand snuck up under his shirt, and he INSTANTLY short-circuited. like, 'My shitty ass flirting really worked, AND she's touching me?'

Thanks the gods silently every time you start cuddling up to him, peering down at your hands every time they make their way into his clothes, blushing like an idiot for a few months till he grew used to your constant touching.

Then one day it clicked. He could do the same to you.

Now handsy meets handsy, his hands on your waist, yours on his abs, feeling the firm muscles.

both of you nuzzling face together, everyone around either finding it adorable or being annoyed ( bakugo ) and telling you to quit it ( bakugo )

Cuddling with him, tucking his face in your neck and you palming at his chest, soft snores escaping the both of you

Constant kisses, constant. Fans of his have seen the two of you kissing more than love interests in a Disney movie.

⋆ Shouta Aizawa

He's got you down; everything you like to do to him has been memorized for almost 15 years. Kissing, biting, nuzzling, rubbing, biting again

It used to fluster him back when the two of you were in UA together—especially whenever Hizashi wanted to tease him over it.

But now? You can come and bite the back of his shoulder while he's making breakfast, and he just says, "Morning, honey, your coffee's made." and lean over to kiss your forehead

He knows that if he takes a shower with you, he'll wash your hair and you'll play with his abs like it's the first time you've ever seen them.

He knows when he gets home from patrols, your face is going to be pressed against his for at least five minutes while you make sure he's perfectly fine.

He knows each night, when he crawls into bed, you're going to tug his shirt up just enough to press your hand against his stomach, and kiss his shoulder—the cool metal of your wedding ring against his skin

He knows that you'll squeal like you're teenagers again when he hoists you up over his shoulder to carry you to bed, feeling the muscle of his arm flexing on your waist.

He knows it doesn't matter that you've been together almost fifteen years, and Hizashi's seen the two of you together since long before you even started dating—Hizashi will pretend to be shocked at how affectionate you get Shouta to be with you.

He knows each little detail of how the two of you will be together—and yet each time you get to touch each other, he falls in love all over again.

vibes brought to the function—first things I thought of when I was this sent request—tell me why I was compelled to write 8 whole characters omg 💔💔

[flwerie]

I’m aware that Aya (@/katsuspeach) is now trying to doxx me — this has escalated beyond plagiarism and into full blown stalking. She has me blocked now, but I’m submitting another report on this account regarding it. Fingers crossed the account is gone sooner rather than later like the previous one.

At this point, I don’t give a shit about stolen words, I care about the stolen art of my peers and the fact that she’s hellbent on trying to “destroy” me. For what? I don’t know. I’m sorry to all my mutuals she’s attempted to follow and bug, too. More than anything, I appreciate everyone letting me know when she’s popped up, stolen something or had tried to “frame” me. It means a lot that you’d take the time to check in on me and give me a heads up without interacting with her nonsense.

I’m trying to keep my head up about this, since she’s probably a lonely 12 year old and not a twenty something adult, but I won’t lie. This sucks, especially being powerless to stop it right away.

And all of this because I like Katsuki fucking Bakugo.

[flwerie]

I HATE WHEN PEOPLE WRITE THINGS LIKE “You tied your long, straight hair into a ponytail” bro I am BLACK I DO NOT HAVE STRAIGHT HAIR!!! AND ALSO “Your face turned as red as a strawberry/tomato” once again I am BLACK. LEAVE US BLACK READERS ALONEEEEEE!!!

Also make more Sun God Nika/Gear 5 Luffy x Reader. I love that guy

[flwerie]

breeding with soobin perhaps? 🥺 I’m so tired of him looking all sexy without me in between his legs …

SOOBIN BREEDING KINK !!!!! genuinely so unwell about him it’s not even funny… can’t stop thinking about subby soobin and creampies…

c𝔴༚ smut, nsfw content. dubcon, babytrapping, breeding kink, sub!soobin, femdom!reader, implied older reader (use of noona), cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampies, dirty talk, whiny soob

everyone’s always talking about soobin babytrapping you but never you babytrapping soobin… riding subby!soobin after a concert, he’s so sweaty and red faced and worn out >_< just lying there panting and moaning because he doesn’t have the energy or strength to move !! his big cock is sooo thick and hard inside of you, red n swollen and leaking, he’s been pent up for hours and needs you to take care of him :’(

his fat cockhead kisses your cervix so deliciously every time you grind down on him, his pretty moans growing higher and more staccato the closer he gets to his release. cute airy little “ah, ah, ah!”s like he’s the one getting fucked hehe >//< crying and shaking with his big hands wrapped around your waist making you feel so small, but he doesn’t apply any pressure, just lets them rest there as you do all the work, holding on for dear life with his fingernails digging into your skin lol

when he told you he didn’t have a condom on him, you said it didn’t matter, but now soobin’s getting nervous cos you won’t get off of him even as he squirms and tries to pull himself out of you— your hands scratching deep red lines down his abs and biceps as you continue to bounce on him with determination,, “w-wait, noona, you gotta-agh! get off! no, stop, i’m gonna cum inside if you don’t get off—!”

it’s cute how he pretends that isn’t what he wants, thrashing underneath you crying like he’s powerless. he’s so much bigger than you, could manhandle you with ease if he wanted to, yet he quivered and whined beneath you with his eyes full of stars. you ignore his pleas, grinning with ecstasy as you plant your feet down on either side of him and fuck yourself onto him as hard and fast as you can.

“cum inside of me!” you mewl down at him, hungrier than you’ve ever been before. “i know you want it! come on, breed me, fill me up and show everyone i’m yours. be a good boy and make me a mommy, you can do it!”

cooing sweet soft “good boy!”s in his ear as he sobs with the impact of his orgasm, washboard abs convulsing from the power of it. hot sticky cum fills your womb til it’s spilling out around his cock, still half-hard deep inside of you— soobin cums and cums and it’s like it never stops, filling you up so full it feels like you’re going to burst. you plant loving little kisses on soobin’s cheeks and pouty bunny lips, still trembling and whining. “such a good boy for noona, aren’t you?”

[flwerie]

✦ dragonsteps

cw. found family, soft angst, fluff, emotional vulnerability, past trauma, body adjustment issues (durin), established relationship (reader x wanderer)

an. aaaaa i really tried my best to make this lore accurate so sorry in advance if there are any mistakes TT i only read up on durin’s lore online since i wasn’t playing when simulanka came out :(( but i did my best !! also credits to @stoopycake for the idea — i love xia sm

you live in mondstadt — not in the city walls, but just far enough out that the breeze feels gentler and the birds aren’t afraid to nest near your windowsill.

the mornings smell like pine and the sky is always soft. sometimes you think the wind sings to you. sometimes you think it’s lonely.

it’s quiet here. still. normal. you like it that way.

wanderer doesn’t. not really. he complains every time he visits — about the wind, about the noise, about how your bed is too soft and your pillows are too fluffy and your kettle takes too long to boil. he scowls at the birds. calls the squirrels in your garden nosy little pests. grumbles about the dirt road, the lack of streetlamps, the way mondstadt’s air always smells like freedom.

but he still shows up. always unannounced. always frowning. always staying longer than he says he will.

he doesn’t knock. he doesn’t warn you. he doesn’t say goodbye when he leaves. you never ask him to stay. you never ask him to leave, either.

you’re not loud about being together. you don’t hold hands in public. you don’t say things like i love you or i missed you.

but he’ll let you fix his scarf when it slips. he lets you sit close when he’s pretending not to fall asleep. he lets you call him kuni, even though no one else is allowed to. and sometimes he looks at you like the whole world is loud except when you’re around.

it’s a quiet thing. gentle. real. you thought you were done with surprises.

and then albedo showed up.

you’re half-awake, halfway through tea, and not expecting a knock at your door — much less one from the chief alchemist of the knights of favonius, with a boy standing beside him who looks like he’s been stitched together from stardust and forgotten lore.

he’s got hot pink eyes, tousled purple hair, two huge black horns, and a pair of even larger wings trailing behind him like a shadow. barefoot. blinking. a little confused.

“this is durin,” albedo says, like this is normal. “i’ve granted him a human form. he’s still adjusting.” “…okay?” you say slowly, eyes flicking between the alchemist and the boy with wings too big for your hallway. “he remembers the wanderer. i thought he’d be most comfortable here for now.”

you glance over your shoulder, where kuni is sitting at your kitchen table, nursing tea he insists he doesn’t like. he stares back at you with a silent, horrified expression. his cup is halfway to his mouth. it never makes it there. “no,” he says immediately. “don’t even think about it.”

“he called you hat guy,” albedo adds helpfully. “he likes you.” durin beams. “hat guy!!”

wanderer looks like he’s just been sentenced to death.

you’re in the grass behind your cottage. it’s warm. the sun’s high and mondstadt’s breeze rolls gently through the trees, rustling the tall grass, brushing against your skin like a sigh.

durin is trying to walk. emphasis on trying.

he’s all limbs and feathers and flailing wings, wobbling with every step like a newborn deer. “nope—wrong foot—careful!” you lunge forward just in time to stop him from faceplanting into a patch of dandelions. his wings flap once, awkwardly, and throw him off balance again.

“this body’s weird,” he grumbles, flopping into your arms like a very large, very annoyed toddler. “i used to fly.” “you also used to be made of blocks,” kuni says flatly from a few feet away, leaning against the fence with his arms crossed and a distinct i told you this was a terrible idea look on his face. “get over it.”

durin pouts. “you’re mean.” “you’re uncoordinated.” “you’re rude.” “you’re loud.” “you’re wearing too many layers.”

wanderer’s eye twitches. “i swear to—” “okay, okay,” you cut in, holding up your hands before the dragon child and your semi-boyfriend start trading elemental attacks. “let’s focus, yeah? deep breath, durin.”

he mimics you — badly. but his chest rises and falls, and that’s enough.

“left foot,” you say gently. “good. now the other one. you’ve got this.” he stumbles, wobbles, wings twitching nervously behind him — but stays upright.

his eyes light up, glowing like a sky full of comets. “look!! hat guy!! i did it!!”

wanderer grimaces like the name physically hurts him. “stop calling me that.” “but you have a hat,” durin says, very seriously. “so does half the population of mondstadt.” “but you are the hat guy. it’s different.”

wanderer mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like i’m going back to sumeru.

you smile. “no you’re not.” he doesn’t argue.

and the breeze is still gentle. and the birds still sing. and for now — just for now — the world is quiet.

the storm rolls in around midnight. soft at first. like a lullaby.

the kind of lullaby that hums through the hills, brushing gently against the trees, coaxing flowers into sleep.

then louder.

wind thrashes the branches against your cottage walls like angry fingers. thunder cracks the sky open from end to end, sudden and sharp, a divine warning. rain batters your windows in relentless, uneven patterns — too erratic to be music. too alive to be background noise.

you stir beneath your blankets. the warmth of sleep still clings to your skin like steam. for a moment you think you’re dreaming — until a weight thuds against the floorboards and the softest yelp breaks through the thunder.

you sit up with a jolt.

“...durin?” your voice is rough, half-dream. there’s a shape on the floor. soggy. awkward. unmoving.

“the sky’s mad at me,” comes the muffled reply.

your eyes adjust slowly. the moon is buried behind clouds, but the occasional flicker of lightning through the window gives you pieces — wings soaked and dragging, the tips curled in like wilted petals. horns bumped askew from colliding with your doorframe. a trembling form hunched over like it’s trying to disappear into itself.

he’s wet. and cold. and afraid.

“i… i didn’t mean to make it rain,” durin says quickly, his voice rising in panic. “i didn’t do anything. i swear i didn’t! i didn’t break anything or yell or fly or—”

“durin,” you say, gentle but firm. “storms are normal.”

his eyes glow faintly in the dark. confused. uncertain. “really?” he breathes. you nod. “really. mondstadt gets a lot of them. especially in spring. it’s just… how things are.”

he glances at the window like it might suddenly turn and glare at him. “…it’s loud,” he says. “i know.” “it wasn’t like this in simulanka. the storms there were quiet. but not in a good way.” you don’t ask.

“do you want to sleep here tonight?” you offer. he doesn't even pause. “yes please.”

you leave your room together. he follows you like a shadow made of feathers and guilt. the floor creaks beneath both your steps. you set up the couch. give him every blanket you can find. even the ugly one from albedo’s failed attempt at knitting.

durin doesn’t complain. he just piles them around himself until he’s almost entirely hidden. only his horns and a few strands of messy hair peek out.

you settle onto the couch nearby, your arm draped lazily over the edge, fingers brushing the fringe of his blanket.

there’s silence for a long while, save for the occasional rumble of thunder and the soft, erratic beat of the rain.

then: “…does the sky hate me too?”

you open your eyes slowly. look down. he’s curled tighter now, one wing tucked beneath his chin like a pillow, the other twitching with every crack of thunder.

your heart clenches.

you reach down. ruffle his hair gently. “no, durin. the sky doesn’t hate you.”

he nods once. small. unsure. but he doesn’t argue. he doesn’t cry either. he just lies there. wide-eyed. listening.

he doesn’t sleep until long after you do.

kuni finds you both like that the next morning.

you, slumped half-off the couch with your hand still hanging down — fingers barely brushing durin’s hair. durin, curled into himself in a pit of warmth and safety, his wing twitching slightly every now and then. not from fear. just dreaming.

kuni doesn’t speak. doesn’t frown.

he just sighs quietly. walks past you. comes back a minute later with an extra pillow. he slides it beneath your back without a word, tucks the blanket closer around your shoulders, and walks away again.

later, he sits beside you on the porch. the sky is still pale and grey, like it’s not quite sure whether it’s done grieving. the rain has stopped, but the wind is soft and damp, leaving the air full of silence and the smell of wet pine.

“he was scared of a thunderstorm,” kuni mutters, staring out at the field. you sip your tea. “he’s still adjusting. albedo said his emotions might be unstable until his body fully settles.” “he’s not even a week old,” kuni scoffs. “technically he’s centuries old,” you remind him.

kuni huffs. durin is in the garden again. crouched in the tall grass. having what appears to be a one-sided conversation with a squirrel who is either very brave or very stupid.

“do you remember what he was like in simulanka?” you ask.

kuni shifts beside you. “…yeah. a lot bigger. a lot louder.” “he just wanted friends.” “he nearly crushed five people trying to hug them.” “he’s better now.” “he’s different.” kuni pauses. then softer, “but he’s still loud.”

you look out at durin. now waving goodbye to the squirrel. “…he’s trying.”

kuni doesn’t say anything. but when you pass him a cup of warm tea, he doesn’t roll his eyes or call it too sweet. he just drinks.

you hear the crash from the kitchen.

“i was reading!” durin insists. “it’s not my fault your shelves are too narrow and my wings are too graceful!”

“graceful?” kuni repeats flatly, standing over the wreckage. durin puffs up. “yes. like a majestic storm-bird.” “you knocked over an entire shelf.” “a majestic shelf.”

you kneel beside him. pages scattered everywhere. diagrams torn open like secrets spilling out. albedo’s personal collection of handwritten notes on the internal structure of abyssal anomalies is now confetti on your rug.

“sorry,” durin says again, softer this time. “i didn’t mean—i just thought… if i knew more about my body, maybe i’d understand why i feel so weird in it.”

you look at him. at his oversized limbs. his unsure hands. the feathers he keeps pulling from his sleeves like they don’t belong there.

he’s trying to hold himself smaller. like if he curls in enough, he won’t knock anything else over.

“…i know i scared people in simulanka,” he mumbles. “and mondstadt too.” you don’t interrupt. he fiddles with a loose feather.

“albedo says i’m not dangerous anymore. but i still feel big. even when i’m small. like… something might break if i move wrong. or laugh too hard. or exist too loudly.”

he hugs his knees. “what if they were right? what if i am a monster?”

you don’t get a chance to respond.

a shadow falls over you both.

kuni.

he’s standing in the doorway. scarf half-on, expression unreadable, eyes dark and narrowed in that way that always means he’s listening even if he doesn’t want to be.

“…you’re not,” kuni says quietly. durin jerks his head up, startled.

“you’re annoying,” kuni says, stepping closer. “and clumsy. and loud. and kind of stupid.” durin frowns. “is that a compliment?” “take it or leave it.” “…i’ll take it.”

you smile.

kuni sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “…you scared me too, you know. in simulanka.”

durin blinks.

“but you stopped,” kuni mutters. “you changed. you chose to change. even though no one asked you to. even though everyone was scared of you. that counts for something.” he kneels beside him, eye-level.

“you’re not a monster, durin. just a dumb dragon with bad aim and a weird sense of humor.” durin stares.

then he throws himself into a hug.

“WHAT ARE YOU—GET OFF—” “YOU DON’T HATE ME!!” “I NEVER SAID THAT!!” “HAT GUY LOVES ME!!!” “SHUT UP!!”

you laugh. despite everything — the mess, the broken shelves, the tea that now has feathers in it again — you laugh.

the sky is still grey, but softer now.

and maybe this isn’t just a house full of misfits. maybe this is something healing. maybe this is something like home.

credits to @cafekitsune for the animated border lines!

[flwerie]

Malleus’s voice…hmmmmm……

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You tried to act normal. Truly, you did.

But Malleus had just said “good evening” in that slow, velvety tone- the one that melted behind your ears and turned your knees into mashed potatoes- and now you were staring at your notebook like it had personally offended you.

He tilted his head slightly. “Are you unwell, child of man?”

You snapped your eyes back up, heart skipping. “What? No! Nope. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

He hummed. Deep. Low. Sinful.

Your soul left your body.

“You look rather flushed,” he said, voice pitched just a little lower than necessary, like he knew what he was doing. You tried to deflect. “I- I just get warm sometimes! You know, seasonal temperature shifts and… blood and… thermal stuff…”

He blinked at you slowly. “Thermal stuff.”

“Yup.”

Another hum, this one practically purring. “Interesting.”

You were halfway to bursting into flames when he stepped closer, just enough to lean down a little- face annoyingly close, eyes unfairly pretty.

“Would you prefer I speak more softly?” he asked, voice like molten gold poured over silk. “You do seem rather… affected.”

You made a sound that was not human, squeaking like a newborn kitten as your face flushed deeper, fueling his ego like premium gasoline.

“I can speak in whispers, if that suits you better,” he murmured, lips almost brushing your ear now. “Or would that be worse?”

You shoved his shoulder with zero real force. “Stop bullying me!”

He chuckled- chuckled, the menace- and took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles like you weren’t on the verge of collapse.

“You’re the one who said you liked my voice,” he said, all innocent mischief. “I’m only trying to please you, my dearest.”

You whined, full body flustered, and he only laughed harder.

And somewhere in the depths of his beautifully cursed heart, he thrived on it.

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Malleus Masterlist

[flwerie]

telling dante you can take his devil trigger is enough to get his blood boiling and his wings to pop out from between his shoulder blades.

you've constantly brought it up, ever since he made the mistake of being out and about with you during a nice little date on the town. the nighttime air was just a siren call for demonic kind, and his trigger was pulled the moment you were brought into the fray.

monstrous beings putting their grubby hands all over your skin and pretty outfit you decided to wear for him, was enough of a green light to go full out. to everyone in a sane mind, they see dante in his form and scream monster then proceed to run for the hills. for you? you stay there, staring up at god knows how many feet tall he is, and call him beautiful. the devil in him purrs, and lets you cup the side of his face as you rake in every minute detail of your pretty thing.

after that night, you've been wanting to know what it's like to be held by that kind of demonic force of nature. what it's like to be stretched apart by whatever dick he's got between his legs. those sex shops couldn't even have anything close to what hunk of meat is concealed so neat and nice under his plates and muscles.

dante denies you every time, telling you that if he brought out the big guy he wouldn't stop. he's scared to hurt you. he doesn't want to scare you, even if the image of you on your back and with a bulging stomach that barely hides the bumps, grooves, ridges, and veins of his monster cock. he wants to keep you in one piece.

yet how can he deny you for long? even if you tell him you'd do anything just to have his demon trigger breeding you full and creamy.

[flwerie]

😛😛😛

My ass hurts from drawing 😭😭🙏🙏