#is this bad

[lightseoul]

cw. fem!reader, worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (~28 yrs old)

word count. 0.9k words

“I’m home,” you call out, haphazardly putting your keys back into your bag with one hand, the other cradling near your chest the mid-sized box you got from Sato’s shop earlier that day.

You’re careful not to mess up the pastry that sits inside it.

“Welcome home,” Bakugou’s gruff voice echoes from the direction of the kitchen, the sound of which immediately soothes the tension you didn’t know you held in your shoulders.

It’s been a long day, you think to yourself.

Excited to meet him after almost 24 hours of not seeing each other, you hurriedly toe off your shoes, noting to yourself to properly return them on the shoe rack later—lest your Katsuki nags your ear off again (affectionately).

“Hey,” you greet once more as you enter the room, cautiously placing the box on the table before striding towards him to wrap your arms around his middle.

He grunts in acknowledgment.

With your chin on his firm shoulder, you examine the impressive array of ingredients and some of your favorite dishes on the kitchen counter, as well as on the island behind you.

You decide to tease him.

“What’s all this for, babe?”

You can somehow feel more than see him side-eyeing you. “The fuck?”

As innocently as you can, you pipe up: “What?”

At your query, he shrugs himself from your hold and places the knife he was just using to expertly chop vegetables on the table before turning to face you, incredulous.

“Whaddya mean, ‘what’?” he huffs, before continuing. “Are you saying you forgot what day it is?”

You debate with yourself for a second whether or not to continue this ruse, ultimately deciding against it when you see the flash of hurt on Bakugou’s face.

Smiling, you reach out to hold his hands in yours.

He doesn’t shrug you off.

A frown still decorates his face, though.

“Of course I didn’t, babe,” you squeeze his hand for emphasis. “How could I?”

“You very much could, you know,” he says as a matter of factly, turning back to continue hacking on the green onions on the off-white chopping board. “You’ve barely been getting enough sleep with how hard you’ve been working. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t know what month it is.”

You only grumble in response. He wasn’t wrong.

After a few seconds of staring at his backside, you sigh in defeat, spinning to step toward the kitchen island.

“Well, I got us something.”

“What,” he says more than asks, focus still directed towards slicing carrots now. You smile to yourself; you could practically hear the pout in his tone.

You tap on his shoulder, and at that, he finally turns to look at you, an eyebrow raised in question.

Immediately, his gaze lowers to the box that you’re currently holding, and a whirlwind of emotions dances across his face.

“...‘Happy 4th anniversary to us, champ’?”

Despite yourself, you snort. He shoots you a glare, though it has no bite to it.

You gesture to the cake you’re holding. “I didn’t include ‘I love you’ because I knew that would embarrass you around Sato the next time the class gets together.”

“Yet you decided to use this weird as fuck pet name?” he shakes his head, exasperated. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think his cheeks are turning pink. “Your dumbass making me sound like your kid.”

At that, you cackle, and a smirk manages to crack through the annoyed facade he’s trying to maintain.

You place the box back on the counter and step towards him again, coaxing the knife from his grip. You place it on the board before moving to circle your arms around his neck.

His hands automatically find their place on your hips.

You grin up at him.

“Well, you do call me mommy, sometimes.”

Now, you’re definitely not imagining the redness that’s creeping up on his face.

“Shut up,” he pokes at your side, and you can’t help the squeal that erupts from you.

After a moment of him tickling you and you frantically begging him to stop all the while gasping for air, he finally relents.

He’s still red in the neck when the air between you falls into a quiet lull.

You reach up to comb his hair back with your fingers, tiptoeing to press a kiss on his forehead. When you pull back, you see that his gaze has visibly softened, and he’s now looking at you with what you’ve long identified as adoration.

Longing, too.

Four years of being married, and it still knocks the wind out of your lungs.

“Happy anniversary, Kats,” you whisper, before looking around your shared kitchen that’s filled with testaments of the effort Bakugou puts into your relationship. “Thank you for doing this.”

“‘s no big deal,” he mumbles, dipping his head to rest on the crook of your neck. He says this despite everything else in the room telling you otherwise.

When he lifts his head back up, you shoot him a knowing look and he shoots you another right back.

One you know all too well.

One that says ‘You know what I mean. Don’t make me say it’.

Four years of being married, and the giddiness and pride of knowing Bakugou Katsuki this intimately still hit you like a truck.

“I love you,” you whisper again.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says dismissively, before dipping in to place a kiss on your forehead. “I love you, too, dumbass.”

[hyunsvngs]

I was sitting in class not paying attention and just thought about virgin boy jisung asking u shyly if he can touch u, just touch u, it's his first time touching boobies and legs of a girl and he's barely breathing or talking as he wanders over the body with his hands, hesitant to go further but u just encouraging him to touch wherever he wants and it's so quiet and intense bc he's just feeling u with soft hands ....until he barely touched your crotch and cums in his pants and now he's embarrassed as shit and won't stop whining 💔💔💔 my loser jisung .......

🍄anon

i love virgin jisung

“can- can i touch?” his eyes are wide, unsure, and one palm hovers over your chest. you’re naked, save for your panties, and you’re sat on top of his bulge. he’s probably the hardest out of anyone you’ve ever been with, and you can feel it throbbing beneath you. still, he’s polite, and you nod. his hand immediately moves to your breast and he sighs, hips kicking up a little. "'s soft."

"yeah?" you giggle, but you're cut off by a breathless noise leaving you when jisung's hand grips you firmer. his thumb swipes over your nipple and it's your turn to squirm, hips grinding down just a tad onto him. "ah- sensitive there, baby, careful."

"it's sensitive?" he asks, licking his lips. "you have nice tits."

"you're just saying that 'cause you've not seen any others," you grin, and jisung shrugs with a smile of his own. "do- d'ya wanna touch my pussy, sungie? just get a feel for it, and-"

"yeess," he whines, nodding eagerly. his spare hand moves to your panties, thumb fiddling with the little bow on the front until you finally grab his hand and push it into the fabric. you're wet, embarrassingly so, and his eyes widen further when he feels the slick clinging to your folds. "ah- shit, do you normally… get this wet?"

"no," you admit, and jisung moans pornographically. you exhale a breath when his fingers move over your slit, one finger just barely dipping into your hole. it clings to him, tightening around the digit, and he gasps, hips canting up.

"i- you're tight, fuckin'-? baby, baby," he's babbling, and you jolt on his lap when he bucks his hips again. with an alarmed noise his eyes are rolling back into his head, and you're confused until you feel the telltale gush of wetness beneath you. did he…? he gasps, wet fingers leaving your underwear to grip at your ass. "i- i'm sor- sorry, shit, fuck- baby, baby, i came, i came! i'm sorry, i'm sorry!"

[shaunashoochiebae]

lottie x reader where lottie is on the phone to someone (like shauna or tai) and reader is trying to distract her so she'll pay attention to her instead.

Prove It.

Word count: 612

Warnings: none?? reader is a bit cheeky guys idk..

a/n: first little fic thing guys don’t eat me alive ty

Lottie had invited you over to her house for the first time since you started dating. You were parked outside of her house, a little anxious to come in. You shook your head quickly, getting rid of any doubts you had and swung the car door open.

You made your way up her yard, taking in all of the fancy decorations her parents had put up. Hesitantly, you raised your fist and knocked on the front door. Only a few seconds later the door was opened by her maid. “Uh, hi,” you started, a bit surprised it wasn’t your girlfriend who welcomed you, “I’m Lotties friend, she invited me over?” The maid gave a nod and opened the door wider for you to enter.

Upon entering you saw beautiful decor around the house, a clean dining room, living room, kitchen- her whole house was spotless.

The maid tapped you on the shoulder, waking you from your trance. “Her bedroom is just upstairs,” she said, gesturing towards the stairs. You gave a nod, a little embarrassed, “Thanks.”

You started walking up the stairs and you could hear Lottie talking to someone, on the phone maybe? You got to the top of the stairs and took a deep breath as you knocked on her bedroom door. She didn’t answer it, so you knocked again. “Come in!” She called out to you. With that, you pushed her bedroom door open.

You walked into her bedroom, walls decorated with pictures, posters, lights. It hurt your eyes a little bit. Lottie was laying on her bed, phone up to her ear, giggling with the girl on the other end.

She looked up at you from her bed and gave you a smile, “One minute,” she mouthed to you. You smiled softly back and kicked off your shoes. You sat on the end of her bed, trying not to get into her personal space too much.

“No, Shauna. See, that’s what I told her, but did she listen? No, course not. You know what she’s like.” She gossiped to Shauna, giggling in between sentences. “Ugh, I know. Tai wants to freeze her out. She’s just not up to our standard, she says. I dunno, though. She’s a freshman.” She continued, nodding along to her own statements.

You looked back over to her and raised an eyebrow, asking if she’s almost done. She raised her finger and shook her head, “Yeah, one second,” she whispered. You pouted and sigh, she just shrugged with a bit of a guilty look on her face.

You saw this as your time to shine. You scooted over to her with a cheeky grin. “Hey, Lott,” you whispered. She turned her head to you, “Yes, baby?” You shrugged, clearly just trying to wind her up. “Nothin’, never mind.” You answered with a smile. She rolled her eyes at you, “Alright then..”

You sighed and lay down next to her, taking her hand in yours. You glanced over at her, she seemed unbothered, still yapping with Shauna. “Would you love me if I was a worm?” You asked her quietly. Her eyebrows furrowed and she gave you a look, “That’s a really stupid question. Yeah, I would, maybe.”

You sighed loudly and sat up on your elbows, reaching over and planting a soft kiss on her cheek, “You’re so pretty, Lott,” you cooed. Her cheeks went a warm pink and she smiled, “Thank you. So are you, love.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, “You think so?” She nodded, “Course I do.” You smirked slightly, testing her, “Prove it.” She chuckled and said to Shauna, “Hey, I’ll have to call you back. It’s an emergency.”

[sinceuh-when]

no matter what i know i can always turn to my alternate universes 😍😍🙌🏽🙌🏽

[pieofdeath]

i think in a hypothetical "slime adopts both flippa and codeflippa as seperate people" au, codeflippa realizes theyre not transfem like flippa theyre masc aligned in some way and no hes not cis hes trans^2

[rkmoon]

I'm rereading Project Heartless and... Rain and Will (who are in a qpr) kissed a lot. A lot lot. I was worried it would be bad representation of a queerplatonic relationship, but then I realized I'm in a qpr and wanna kiss my boyfriends allll the time. It's just another way to show affection for me. So...?

[cddiemunson]

what about eddie confessing his feelings while you two are fighting off the bats in the upside down?

❥ i love this

going into the freezing lake after your friends decided to take a nice dip into the upside down wasn't exactly on your agenda for the rest of the night. however, you weren't going to make yourself look like a loser by just standing there while the rest of them risked their lives for harrington.

that's how you ended up here, swinging a stick around like a mad man in an attempt to save your friends from flesh eating bats.

" this has to be a fucking joke. " you muttered, swinging your arms and slamming another huge bat into the ground, panting softly as it laid there. " hey! home run! " eddie said, a stupid smile curling at his lips. he looked just as bad as you did, hair a mess, covered in dirt and blood.

" you're not as funny as you think, munson. " his hand was placed over his heart in a dramatic fashion. he was always so dramatic. it was one of the things you admired about him. even if he was a little over the top sometimes.

while you were standing there thinking about how dumb he was, he couldn't help but admire how good you looked. why was it attractive watching you beat the shit out of these weird things in this weird place? who knows. but he fucking loved it.

" are you going to just stare at me all night or are we going to run? " you asked, making him blink a few times when he realized you had caught him staring.

" i was just going to stare but if you value your life that much. then we can run. " he joked, swinging his stick over his shoulder. with that you gave a nod, grabbing his hand to tug him along. your other friends, being oh so kind, ditched the both of you as you two fought for your lives. quickly jumping over a few weird looking black vines over the ground, eddie stopped suddenly, muttering about how there are more bats.

" if we didn't stop we would have been fine. " you whined, grabbing another stick from the ground and getting into swinging position, throwing your hand over your shoulder and with all the body power you had slammed the large branch into the bat, black slime from the creature covering your already dirty face.

" fuck i'm in love with you. " he stares. your heart stops.

" shut up. "

[pokeblr-confessions]

I feed my Tynamo batteries and he enjoys them very much but everyone looks at me weird when I do it

Confession #174

[meowmk]

i think i’ve been around food just so much at work that i don’t even eat anymore. it’s not that i can’t, it’s just i don’t want to? it’s not that i get home at ass o clock and can’t cook bc i can, but trying to bring myself to eat just grosses me out

[1tsjusty0u]

having npcs call stalkoblins stalfos in fic

[mint-chocolate-rooibos]

yo is it bad that i genuinely would not care if someone killed me rn

[thegayerestfrog]

Hey so I wrote a poem and um I'm gonna throw this here and see how it goes.

I am Not Trapped in This Body, I am the Body

AKA a pile of word vomit I made

I am not trapped in this body.

This body is all mine.

I do not move this body,

I am moving.

I am not trapped by my flesh,

Only how others perceive it.

I yearn to change,

But does the water not yearn to flow?

I pine to be able to change,

Just as the Oxen pine to be let out to roam.

So do not say it is unnatural to want to change.

For It Is More Unnatural

To stay

The same.

Please tell me if my poem was horrible. Like please I need to know so I can never post poems again. If i am not stopped I might post more poems

[xiaosmoon]

Z for XIAO!

-> sfw alphabet

XIAO

z — what are some sleep habits of theirs?

honestly, i feel like xiao is one who doesn't get much sleep. with his karmic debt always eating at him, the pain can sometimes be too much to bare and ends up keeping him up all night :,(

you often worry about xiao's sleeping habits so often you'll try your best to help him! it started off with you leaving lavender tea in his room during evenings. he found it ridiculous and even told you so— but the stubborn yaksha would indulge in your teas in private.

while it didn't put xiao to sleep, he did find himself feeling more relaxed after his nightly shifts. <3

[weanwinwhester]

[cddiemunson]

wait can you write when he actually finds out that she has powers?

❥ yes yes!

the drive home was awkward, soft music played through the old van, the occasional sound of beer cans being shuffled under the strange girls feet was the only thing keeping eddie present.

" so.. " his fingers tap against the steering wheel, throat dry as he spoke. " you from around here? " he turns his head slightly, jumping when he saw the girl staring intently at him already. if he didn't think this was weird already he definitely did now. " not a talker? " he tries again, switching his blinker on before turning down the road to the small trailer park. she never responds. in a way he was hoping maybe he finally lost his damn mind and was seeing things. that would make more sense that whenever the fuck was happening right now.

stepping from the van he used his hand to shield his eyes from the rain, running to the other side of the van to open her door with a loud creak. reaching a hand out his lips curled into a small smile, his best attempt to look as friendly as possible. her hand was much smaller than his, shaking as she gently took it. he felt bad, gently helping her from the van and slamming the door behind them.

" normally it's not such a mess. " he lies, kicking the door open and stepping inside, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. beer cans and clothes were thrown all over the trailer. day old dishes were stacked messily on the counter and an old popcorn bag was thrown on the couch from where his uncle had been snacking the night before. the whole place smelt of weed and cigars, making him awkwardly laugh. " you sit here, i'm going to get stuff to clean you up. you look like shit. " turning away from her he scrambled to the bathroom, grabbing whatever he had to clean wounds as well as a fresh change of clothes. tossing the hoodie on the couch next to her he dropped to his knee's opening the first aid kit to reveal four band-aids and some rubbing alcohol.

" don't worry, i'll fix you up and you'll be as good as new. then we can get you back to wherever you belong. sound good? "

" no "

he stops, fingers halted on the cap of the rubbing alcohol at the sound of her soft voice. " no? " he repeats. " no as in you don't want to go home? " he asks, watching as she slowly nods. you've got to be kidding. the only thing that he's gathered is that she can actually talk. " we can figure that out later. what i am about to do? it's going to hurt. don't kick me. " he pleas, dabbing the rag with rubbing alcohol onto the girls feet, fingers gently holding onto her ankle just in case she does decide to kick the shit out of him. placing the band-aids on the cuts he gently slides some socks over her feet, smiling proudly at his work.

" i'm going to call someone. get you some help. " as if agreeing to himself he nods, grabbing the phone. the only people he knew to call was mike and dustin. they're the only ones crazy enough to know what the hell is going on.

however, as if it couldn't get any more insane, the phone flew from the wall, slamming against the ground and shattering, leaving his hand next to his ear in the position it was to make a call. if you could hear what the inside of his brain sounded, it would be the dial up sound computers make. what the fuck just happened.

" no " she repeats, making him snap out of his shock and look over at her, then the phone. blood trickled down her nose, dripping down her lips and onto her bare legs. " what did you just do? " he asked, eyes nearly popping from his head as he gathered the broken phone off the floor and tried to call again, only to have it thrown against the screen door on the other side of the room.

" okay. so no phone calls. got it. coulda just said so, but i get it. i throw things when i'm mad too. " he frowns. " i'm eddie. " he's seen enough horror movies to know not to mess with people like this.

" y/n. "

[madame-mongoose]

wrow self isolation really did fix me