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i need to be in a poly relationship with the lads boys so bad actually

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With the way Caleb cooks? You’re bound to put on a couple of pounds even with your rigorous work schedule.

You’re grumbling one morning, an early workout session before you go on with your day. The number on the scale is a bit higher than it was last week… it bothered you.

Not because you feared the weight gain but because you couldn’t understand how it was happening.

“What’s up, Pips? You look bummed out.” The pout is still present on your lips as you look over your shoulder. “I’ve gained weight.” And for a split second, you swear Caleb’s eyes light up. “That’s not a bad thing. I’ve been pushing you with weight lifting. It’s probably muscle.”

But you want to scoff, you hadn’t been gaining muscles. No, you’d been gaining fluff. Your belly had gotten a bit softer, your curves a little curvier. You couldn’t tell if you were upset about it or intrigued by your new shape.

“Not true at all. Look!” You poke at your stomach, and Caleb’s mouth waters. "Don't be ridiculous, pips. You look great." It's like reading an open book. Your eyes narrow as you stare at him, the cogs in your brain twisting and turning as you put two and two together.

"Caleb Xia." and the look that flashes across his face confirms your sneaking suspicions. "Have you been over feeding me?" It sounds far harsher than it really is, he simply makes good food and always puts seconds on your plate before you can even utter a word.

He just wants you to be well fed, is that so bad?

"Yes, it is!" Oops, must of said it out loud. "What in the world are you putting in your meals that I'm gaining all this weight despite working out and being a damn hunter!?" And the towering 6'2 man seems to shrink in on himself. "You've got an appetite, Pips! I'm just feeding you until you're full!" Okay, maybe he also likes you being fluffy.

There's just... more to grab. More to hold, more to kiss and bite and love on. More for him to knead, to bury his face into, to get a grip on as he pounds... shit shit shit his cover just got blown and he's daydreaming? "Caleb Xia, answer me!"

He can't, he absolutely can't. So, instead, he stalks forward and buries his face into your neck. "Caleb!" But he's holding you tighter, grabbing the plush of your waist and grounding you to him.

Your anger is melting fast. It feels... good having him hold you like that. Your cheeks are burning as you huff, holding him with a pout. "I'm going to start loading you up on sweets, say goodbye to that six pack. You'll have a dad-bod by the time I'm done."

And Caleb is 100% okay with that.

This isn't like... feeder content. I hope it doesn't make anyone uncomfortable. I am just a firm believer that Caleb would be a Chubby girl connoisseur. He loves them thick, plump, stretch marked and jiggly.

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he lived, served cunt, died, got resurrected, served even more cunt

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happy birthday bts happy birthday my bf colonel caleb happy birthday jinsoul

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ lab rats ! or caleb hates his arm, but hates not feeling you even more

caleb love and deepspace

notes - eek caleb has been my new hyperfixation and i’ve never even played the game (also not edited)

caleb hates his bionic arm. but more than that — far more — he hates the thought of you seeing it. The shame clings to him, quiet and suffocating, convincing him that the metal bolted to his body is something monstrous. he’ll do anything to keep it hidden. long sleeves, jackets, even in the sweltering heat. sometimes he wraps it in layers of bandages, not because he has to — but because he can’t bear the sight of it himself.

his colonel’s uniform hides it well enough during the day, the gloves a final barrier between him and the world. but at home, after a shower, steam still curling in the air and a towel loose around his waist, he wraps the arm again — slowly, carefully, like if he does it just right, he might be able to forget what’s underneath. it's a ritual now. a way to keep his fear contained.

when he steps into the kitchen and you reach for him, arms open, smiling like you always do — something inside him twists. he hugs you tight, but only with his left arm. his right stays behind his back, carefully hidden from your view like a secret he’s too afraid to speak aloud. he wants to hold you with both. god, he wants that more than anything. but the thought of you feeling nothing but the cold, lifeless metal — it terrifies him. he can’t stand the idea of you pretending it doesn’t matter, of you smiling like it’s okay when he knows it isn’t.

sometimes you catch him off guard. your eyes linger on his arm just a second too long, and that’s all it takes for his stomach to drop. he wonders what you’re thinking — if you're comparing it to how he used to be, if you miss the old caleb, the one who could touch you and actually feel you. the one who didn’t flinch when you looked too closely.

you’ve noticed, of course. you tell him it’s fine. that you love him, all of him. and he believes you. he really does. but that doesn’t make it easier when you reach for his right arm, and he feels... nothing. just the weight of what’s missing. and every single time, it manages to breaks something in him - to realize that no matter how tightly he holds you, he’ll never be able to feel your warmth with both arms again. not the way he wants to. not the way he used to.

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why is no one talking about caleb and mc fawking for five hours straight on his bday

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omg why aren’t my tags working kms

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nsfw thoughts mdni

caleb is such a whore for you wearing lingerie. you and caleb haven’t had sex yet, and frankly you were getting a little bit impatient. so you bought a cute pink set the other day, not thinking much of it and was trying it on in your bathroom. looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt embarrassed thinking of caleb’s reaction. you were scared that caleb was going to catch you in your exposed state but before you start to take it off, caleb (who lowkey doesn’t have any boundaries) walks in without knocking. but upon seeing your confused face along with the prettiest pink set on his beautiful girl, he IMMEDIATELY drops to his knees internally cheering but his face like kinda like 😦 bc he has genuinely been dreaming of seeing you like this for so long and now that it’s in front of him, he can’t believe his eyes.

but seeing his face, you automatically assume the worst and thinks he hates it so you try to usher him out of the bathroom, whining his name with a “calebbb get out”. but he ignores all of that because all he can see is his gorgeous girlfriend in the sluttiest, most revealing piece of fabric while walking in his direction, whining his name and he is immediately bricked. so the moment you’re in arms length of him, he’s bringing you in by your hips, his mouth immediately kissing on the tiny fabric covering your pussy and your inner thighs. while still kneeling, he tries to lift your left leg over his shoulder to get a better look at your glistening pussy. oh but if you try to push his head away because you haven’t shaved yet or that you’re embarrassed… oh he is so pissed. he’s offended that you actually think he gives a fuck about your hair and he’s extra offended by the fact that you’re denying him from eating his pretty girls perfect pussy :((.

when he looks up at your face, he sees that you’re flushed and clearly nervous and he kinda loves it?? so he tries to soothe you by putting you leg down and kissing all over your tummy, slowly moving up to kiss your perfect tits covered in those pretty pink flowers, the sheer fabric slowly turning darker with the way he’s trying to suck on your nipples through the fabric. and in your stupor, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, carrying you to the bedroom across the hall, slamming the door shut with his foot, all while still kissing you.

and trust while he lays you down in your shared bed, he’s giving you the softest reassurances of how gorgeous he thinks you look and to trust that “your caleb is going to make you feel so good”.

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caleb and satoru on their knees crying and begging you all pitifully—eyes wet with tears and their thick eyelashes sticking together with those pretty pearl droplets.

and they’re just hugging your legs, rubbing his cheek on your soft, plush thighs begging and begginggggg!!!

“baby pleaseee baby i’m sorry!”

satoru might not be sorry but caleb sure is LOL

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and i know i make the same mistakes every time / least i did one thing right

k. bakugou x reader

the trials and tribulations of loving japan’s fiery, #1 pro hero. pros and cons format, headcanons light nsfw but nothing too explicit, for his birthday ·˚ ༘

·˚ ✎ i have another bk x reader in the drafts but that one is very sad and angsty and i wanted to have a less heartbreaking one for his birthday so here it is (😭🤍)

song: call it what you want

pro: he spoils you

in more ways than just money or materialism. emotionally, he's there. he's so much more attentive than people give him credit for, knowing your little anxious fidgets or little details even you forget. the entire world could be calling you a liar, and he'd see the truth in you.

and physically? he's passionately rough, skin welding into yours, lips grazing your soul, fingers finding all those right places. he has one of two ways of acting in bed: either he's looking into your eyes, lips and tongue working in a perfect melody over your skin, drawing out every gasp from your lips. or, he's practically crushing you between himself and the mattress, making you forget your own name, never daring to stop until the sun comes up.

his love language is acts of service. he'll scoff in annoyance or groan when he holds your bags for you, opens each door and lets you sit in the passenger seat while he drives. he roll his eyes at your "dumb" gifts while he religiously wears the bright pink heart bracelet you got him some time ago. he'd never let you know it, but he's wrapped around your finger. he lives to see your smile. he knows that he's made mistakes, some of them over and over again, but he thinks of you as the one thing he's done right.

"you didn't have to do this." words that fall deaf on his ears as he hands you a bouquet of flowers, surprising you at work. though the surprise part was ruined, considering you could hear the sounds of him shrugging off and yelling at reporters while heading to you. he can deal with the flame, but not when it prevents him from seeing you.

"yeah yeah, just take them. your office needs it." he feigns irritation while pressing a kiss to your head. "dinner's on me tonight."

con: he has a temper

this is obvious. even years after graduating and making a name for himself, you have moments you remember UA high school student katsuki bakugou: the guy who'd call everyone extras because he didn't bother to learn anyone's names. the guy who was muzzled after winning the sports festival because if they didn't, he'd still be kicking and swinging. they guy who is mildly angry on a good day, and dangerously fuming two minutes after.

its one thing you've learned to love about him. he's a guard dog, barking and snapping at anyone who dares to even think badly of you. if he could be summed up in one word, it'd be protector. he'd give up a limb before giving you up, and act offended by the idea that he'd do anything else in that situation.

but similarly, its something both you and him feel exhausted over at times. you may truly be the only person in the world who can deal with him, even when he's saying fuck in every other sentence and his voice goes up 3 decibels. he respects you for it, but won't deny the pinch of guilt in his chest when he sees you taking a deep breath, summoning patience for his impatience.

he isn't sure why you put up with him. but he knows better than to question something he doesn't want to lose.

4 hours after an explosive argument, katsuki comes back to your bedroom. you can tell by his hair and wrinkled clothes that he's been tossing and turning on the couch. and katsuki can most definitely afford good furniture, which means the source of his insomnia is guilt- not bad cushioning.

sometimes, he apologizes like he's practiced and rehearsed it in his heard. for once, he's filtering himself, thinking of what he's saying, because what you hear matters to him. more than anything else does. "you didn't deserve to be yelled at. i'm sorry."

are you still angry? yes. do you miss laying your head on his chest in bed? also, yes.

pro: he’s loyal

the truth is, katsuki could have anyone he wants. models, actresses, other glamorous heroes like him. he's loved and adored and idolized by every flashing camera in the world. but all of that fades to nothing when he looks at you, knowing he already has everything.

his devotion to you is endless, even himself wondering how far he'd go to protect you. he knows deep down that his loves reaches till the end of the world. because with you? he has a reason to push through rubble and flames and blood, to put his life on the line each day, and to watch orange incandescence emerge from his palms and into the sky. hero work means nothing without purpose. you give that reason a whole new meaning.

he has a necklace he never told you about, just something he let you figure out on his own. it was brought to your attention after seemingly everyone on instagram was on some kind of mission to decode the silver letters he wore in a delicate chain around his neck, wanting to decipher what they mean. and when you do find out? he says nothing, just pulls you closer kisses your temple.

"i want one now.' you smile, eyes misty from the gesture. "with your initials."

"yeah, yeah, idiot. you have my card."

con: he’s insecure

and its something that no one would ever even guess about him. how could he, the up and coming number 1 hero, the most dedicated, handsome, strong person in the world, possibly be insecure?

he's used to being a tank, taking hits and punches and fatalities, walking it off before heading back into battle. he's conditioned to ignore the purple arising to the surface of his skin and the cracks in his bones that continue to grow. but you see it in the way he stays up at night, looking up at the ceiling, wondering which day will be his last if he dares to blink and be anything less than perfect. or when he keeps the shower running cold, like trying to wash out those sticky, gloomy thoughts that penetrate his head. he's the best. he's supposed to be the best. what if one day, he suddenly wasn't?

oh, and the reason katsuki knows how to deal with panic attacks is because he's had so many of his own. even after recovering, they've gotten worse after the war. if its not doubts, its memories of the pain, of the blood he didn't realize he could lose, the life he lost for a heartbeat. he knows death. but it isn't his own death that scares him. the thought of losing anyone else to that fate is the worst possible thing that could ever happen to him.

"told you i'm fine." he utters, cocking his head to you as he gets into bed. nobody died, and his agency wrote it off as a miscalculation, but he almost broke down in the shower after he failed to prevent a fatal accident while on patrol.

"its just me and you here." your voice mellows over his hidden anxieties, like honey. the breath he lets out his shakier than he'd like it to be as he starts to open up.

pro: everything he is, is yours

sometimes he wonders what exactly he's able to offer you. a nice life, for starters. protection and security. but beyond that, katsuki looks at you and finally understands why people lost their minds and fought wars. he understands the nervousness, the anticipation, the longing.

he looks at you, and then himself. at his hypothetical or factual shortcomings and imperfections. he sees them and wants to keep growing, to keep getting better until he deserves you. he’s always lived to be the best. but now he lives to be the best, for you.

and at the end of the day, he has nothing to prove. he’s already everything. the world can call it what the want.

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˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ bulking szn / caleb x reader

synopsis; who knew your lovely and insanely strong boyfriend could get even more muscular — even more sexy. gotta thank bulking season for that!

⋆ 800 words / suggestive (NSFW) / fem reader / 2nd person

caleb's hot. he's been hot.

you know that, and everyone around you knows that — it's almost become a running joke how he gets stares from everyone when he's out and about.

what you didn't know is that he could get even more attractive. who could blame you, though? he looks like he inspired michelangelo's david — and he can get hotter? now that's just plain greedy. except it's happening, and all you can do is stare at him more than usual.

and here was your greek god of a boyfriend standing in the kitchen, preparing his protein shake. sitting at the kitchen island with your chin resting on your hand, you were staring at him, ogling him. his arms looked so good. how would they feel around your neck, you wondered — but your daydreams had to be cut short by the sound of a refrigerator door closing loudly.

"you know baby, a picture might last you longer. i can feel your eyes on me, and i'm not even facing you."

"mmh, i'm just not used to this whole," you make vague gestures in the air, "bulking thing. gotta stare and memorize it."

he laughs, and you keep on openly admiring him. when he mentioned that he'd be bulking soon, you just nodded, not entirely sure what that implied. the caleb you knew from your childhood and teenage years was strong, yes, but mostly athletic. this meatier, buffer version was new, but so, so, so welcome.

right now, his muscles weren't as defined as you were used to. he looked more.. soft. still as strong, but he seemed bigger — he could already dwarf you before, but now, it was way more serious. not only that, he's traded his looser shirtless tank tops for compression shirts, and it was such a delight for your eyes. his pecs looked bigger, and his back — his back. just a little more broad. just a hint more sexy. was it even legal to look that good?

but man, whenever you hugged him? it was like heaven held you in its embrace. the cherry on top of your very attractive (beef)cake. he was so much warmer too — caleb always ran hot. he's your personal heater during the winter months, but now? he was burning hot. or maybe is it just how you see him? who knows, honestly.

funniest thing about this situation, though? caleb knew you'd react like that upon seeing him get more buff, but he didn't know you'd be that affected by bulking season. he knew how much you enjoyed his physique, and bulking up in order to cut and get stronger and bigger than you, just seemed like a nice challenge. a good way to keep himself busy and please you.

there was one more thing though, way more challenging than keeping tracks of his macros in his new diet. you made it insanely difficult to keep his hands to himself. first, it was the staring. he was well aware that you couldn't really help yourself, he was there looking all handsome just for you. the half-lidded stares when he worked out, lingering glances at his arms and chest, bedroom eyes when he wore that compression shirt one size too small, were to be expected. the way you basically undressed him with your gaze occasionally made him flushed, but caleb couldn't even comment on it — he did the same to you practically daily.

and then came the physical touch.

caleb wasn't shy. he knew he looked attractive, and he knew that you found him attractive. he also knew you were touchy, but your touchiness increased tenfold when he started bulking, always poking and prodding at his body. a perpetually careful hand making goosebumps appear on his skin as you softly traced the lines of the veins on his arms. did you know what you were doing? or were you unconsciously exercising your right to touch his body as if it were yours to own. oh well, it basically was — he was your possession as much as you were his.

god, you made it so hard to hold back, though. caleb just wanted to manhandle you and show you that he wasn't just getting softer — his strength remained. he could still bend you whatever which way he pleased (and he knew you'd enjoy it), but he held back. he held back because after years of yearning, years of practiced patience, he knew the reward was worth it.

so caleb just kept on tolerating it. after all, bulking season wasn't over just yet — he could handle your hands roaming around a little more. three more weeks until he could show you his full potential.

you'd get your lovely buff caleb showing off his muscles for you, and in return, he'd get his even lovelier girlfriend underneath him and return all the physical touches he's been subjected to while bulking — he'll have you oh so pliant and responsive to his roughhousing in bed.

fair trade!

🍎 pomme's final notes — don't look at me too hard this is so self indulgent i just really like strong guys and i've been rewatching caleb content and his back is just. irresistible i'm gonna chew on him like those buff bear breads

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guys someone help i’m new to love and deepspace and i have no clue about the lore so why does everyone hate caleb 😭😭

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hello i’m back from the grave to say that there’s not enough kunigami and yukimiya fics on this app for my liking….

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THE MEDIA THINK YOU’RE DATING THE WRONG HERO | SMAU

ೃ⁀➷ denki, midoriya, bakugou, monoma

requests open !

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hellooo !! ur theme is so prettyyy omg

ahh tysm my love i’m honoured !!! <3333

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katsuki who breaks his sleep schedule ONLY on your birthday because he wants to be sure he’s the first one to text you.

at exactly midnight .on.the.dot. you get a string of messages from your boyfriend saying :

“happy birthday, moron.”

“i love you and all that stupid mushy shit”

“you better say it back. fucked up my sleep for you.”

“❤️”

he doesn’t even care if you’re already asleep, he’s already sure he was the very first one to text you but if you are still awake he’s even more proud cause you saw it happen. him who you (and his friends) tease all the time for going to sleep at like 8:30 sharp stayed up doing fuck all just to be the first to wish you a happy fucking birthday.

so yeah, you bet your ass he’s proud. and he’ll go to sleep and knock out immediately with a smirk on his face when you text him a “thank you sm, katsuki !!! i love you sosooososos much💕💕”

“yeah you better. go to bed, g’night <3”

n’ yeah okay, maybe he’ll be a bit crankier than usual, but it’ll be worth it seeing how bright you smile and jump to hug him, kissing all over his cheek with thank you’s and love you’s.

he’ll just take it out on kaminari.

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hey um do you have a working masterlist? just wondering cause the one on your profile, none of the post links work for me they all just say post not found so yeah just asking 😔🫶

hi love!! tysm for letting me know ik you’ve probably been waiting awhile but it’s been done!!! lmk if there are any problems 💗💗💗