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cw: izuku has a bit of an embarrassing secret. minors dni. smut.

You feel guilty laughing a bit too loudly, wondering between booth confessions on the reality tv show you’re watching if the crunch of your chips or your laughter is disturbing your boyfriend’s concentration, but Izuku insists that staying connected, your legs dangling over his knee on the couch as you lay and he sits up hunched over a bright laptop screen is necessary. Something, something about body doubling helping him concentrate, particularly when it’s you.

To be fair, he’s sighing so often that perhaps he’s really the one disturbing you, but you drop your bag of snacks on the coffee table then reach over to rub his knee with your clean hand. 

“How far did you get?” you ask.

He grimaces.

“I’m stuck with this particular paragraph,” he starts, and you’re already reaching for the remote to turn off the TV and help with his work document, but he grips your thigh gently and shakes to reassure you.

“Let me just think through it some more, I’ll ask you for help in a bit,” Izuku insists, smiling at you. His smile is wide and genuine when he looks at you, but once he turns back to the computer, the frustration is back, eyebrows furrowed as he starts to bite on his thumbnail. You’re less than enthused, but you decide to let him hear himself think, lowering the volume on your television just slightly as you go back to your show. 

A few more moments pass as he types, then pauses. Finally, he lets out a groan, and rubs his face and you pause your show but before you can ask him any questions he’s gotten up, telling you he needs a quick break. It’s sudden so you don’t go and follow him assuming he’ll be back.

You assumed he meant the bathroom when you turned your show back on and raised the volume slightly, and if you hadn’t made that assumption you’d probably have noticed that the wrong door closed, the one to the bedroom on the left and not the bathroom on the right. 

Five minutes pass, then ten, then fifteen, and suddenly concern sets in. Insane as you might be, you’re familiar enough with Izuku’s bathroom habits to know that fifteen minutes is a little too long, and he’s either still muttering up a storm on the toilet bowl or constipated.

You make your way down the corridor to see that the bathroom is empty but the bedroom is closed shut. There’s a noise you can’t yet identify coming through the other side as you peek your way in, but just as you notice the bright white light coming from his phone, you hear him let out a sudden, strangled moan and through his head back, and quickly you flip on the light before he gasps, and scrambles up to a sitting position, dick still hard and poorly covered by his crossed legs. The hand he uses to cover himself is dripping and you stand there, eyes completely wide as you take in the scene before you.

“... Um?” you start, and he blushes a deep red, strawberry like with the dotted freckles on his unscarred cheek.

“Listen, I can explain!”

You blink, but walk over to him, and tilt your head as you climb onto the bed next to him, shoulder to shoulder, and look at the mess now on your bed sheets.

“Go ahead, I’m listening.”

You’re in no way upset, simply… curious.

Izuku swallows thickly, then laughs. 

“It helps me concentrate.”

You raise your eyebrow, but it’s not an unreasonable thing he’s suggesting. Looking over at his phone placed aside him, you realize he’s looking at one of your pictures, not even one of the sexier ones you’ve taken to spice up one of his days on patrol, but a candid of you at the cafe down the street for brunch last week.

You can’t help but stifle a laugh.

“So masturbating to a picture of me having pancakes helps you concentrate,” you repeat slowly, and he reddens even deeper. “To be honest, it’s so on the nose, I’m going to have to check your browser history because no way you love me this much,” you say laughing a bit louder.

“Stop making fun of me,” he whines, but you only laugh harder, then lean into him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“If you wanted to have sex, I would have stopped my show, by the way,” you insist. One of your hands finds its way up his shirt, ignoring just the few drops of sticky semen that have made their way onto his lower belly and trailing up. His flush is different now, extending further down his body, and he looks at you for a moment, contemplating before pressing his hand over yours.

“I didn’t want to disturb you, you looked comfortable.”

You snort.

“When would I pass on a good fuck?”

He pulls his lower lip behind his teeth gently as you move back down his chest, gliding all the way to the base of his cock. He shudders and closes his eyes.

“I don’t want to use you for that purpose.. It just feels disingenuous.”

Your head lowers and the kitten lick you offer on his still sticky tip practically makes his cock jump. You giggle, then look back up at him.

“You’re allowed to use me however you want,” you remind him. Your fingers close around him more, sliding up and down the shaft once before letting your tongue run up your palm. 

Clearly you’re messing with him at this point. 

“___,” he whispers your name, and you can tell he’s cooked. You bat your eyelashes gently.

“It was meant to be quick…” he adds, but he’s losing ground more and more every second, and you’re about to bob your head down again. “I… I want to make sure that when we’re having sex, I can take my time with you instead of worrying about this damn dead- oh.”

You’ve taken him down to the base, your nose pressed against his pelvic bone, and his hand finds its way to cradle the back of your head. Sucking up and down gently and slow, you let your tongue twirl around the head again before you pull back, and grin at him.

“We can still be quick...” you offer. 

From the look on his face, any circulation to his brain that could be used for writing is now down to that thick, strong cock just inches from your face. His mouth practically waters as he looks at you, in a stupor.

You barely see him move before he’s on top of you, and you gasp before you laugh.

“You’re right, this is a far better option.”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Let’s see how fast you can make me cum and clear both of our heads.”

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fyi if we’re mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms

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Thinking of adding another rock band in Ink & Rhythm that subtly tags along with Distortion.

If the Class B girlies were in a band, what would their name be? (Kendo: Bass, Setsuna: Lead Guitar & Vocals, Shiozaki: Drums -> heavily inspired by The Warning !)

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i love space and at the same time i’m terrified of it. infinite cold and infinite possibilities, endless darkness and endless futures

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My god, all of you are so amazing and talented.

The effort you put into the litter details, the banners, the dividers, that one sentence that really closes the paragraph perfectly, that one use of colour that really brings a the drawing together

All of it is amazing and you should be proud 💛💛

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the HOTTEST thing a man can be is attentive

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reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole

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five more minutes…

pictured: a typical Saturday morning in the leicho house. Choso often gets tired of me snoozing the alarm so he shuts it off entirely and traps me with cuddles <3

thank you sooo much @foreveryeta for these sweet commissions!! i’m all warm and fuzzy inside! it was such a joy to work with you!

but wait!! there’s more!! chibi leicho burrito’d in a futon!!

we’re just little guys!!!

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really and truly, it will be okay !!! 

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he swears he doesn’t like the sweater, not even a little bit 🍁

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Hi lovely!! It’s been a while since I came in your inbox and yapped about Katsuki!!

Anyways, as we’ve discussed in the past I am not close to my actual family but I have my “found family” and they’re my everything. BUT I feel like Katsuki is very family oriented in some ways, like he wants to ask for your parent’s permission to marry you, we wants to give your mom flowers for Mother’s Day and her birthday. He wants to take turns every year for whose house we’re spending Christmas at. That being said, I don’t know how he’d be with someone me who doesn’t have that relationship with their family. I feel like he’d have learn how to handle family if or when he does meet them.

Can I be so real with you? I typed more, reread it and realized it made no sense😭 anyways I hope you’re having a good day!! Sending so much love your way as always!!💕

Hiiiii love!! It’s always nice to hear from you 🥰💗

Tbh I’m in the same boat as you are! I only speak to my mom’s side of the family and have zero contact with my bio-dad. At first, I think it would be a little odd for Bakugo to get comfortable with, since he has two loving parents and whatnot. Not in a bad way, but I think it would be a concept he’s new to and needs time to understand. I actively chose to cut my dad out of my life ((when he deemed I wasn’t important enough to make time for after I turned 18)) and I feel like telling him this at first he’d be like “why the fuck would you do that?” But once you actually explain the details of it all, he’ll be on your side and be supportive. Bakugo’s always a supportive person in his own right and to the people he cares about, even if it’s upfront and honest instead of comforting.

I think he’d be so sweet though like you said! Wanting a decent relationship with your parents once he’s determined how serious he feels about you. 🥰

It makes sense, no worries!! Love youuu 🥰💜💜💜💜

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Me once again commissioning a scene in a fic I haven’t fully written but a big thank you to @neekopossum for the wonderful work 🥰

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dipper is a weirdly special kind of character to me because I was that type of kid, the one who wanted to grow up too fast and got irritated at their sibling not taking things too seriously and never wanting to seem childlike. i connected heavily with him, and honestly the entire arc of Gravity Falls being in part about him learning to just be a kid really helped me in the long run. it was a great wake up call seeing a character so similar to me at that age learn to finally stop trying to be an adult before i was ready.

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reblog to headpat the one you reblogued from!!

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reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

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I DO NOW

It’s 1:30AM and I’m plagued by the thought of girl dad Bakugo *again.*