SPIDERBAND !!

incendiary | 3 | bakugou x reader

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

length: 4.9k of ~23k / 3rd of 8 chapters

summary: When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, light hurt/comfort

warnings: themes of discrimination (please see note in fic masterpost), canon typical violence, eventual smut, aged up characters

notes: A HUGE thank you to my sensitivity readers @cat-slippered​ and @darkenedniqhts​. They’re both incredible writers and lovely human beings, please check their fics out!! Please see my notes in the fic masterpost for more!

In the morning, you woke to the slam of pots in the kitchen.

You shot up, instantly getting tangled up in your covers. You struggled against their tight coiling, letting out a strangled hrgh noise before overbalancing and slipping over the side of the couch, landing hard on your shoulder.

An ugly chuckle issued from the kitchen. You poked your head up to catch a scarlet eye turned in your direction, the maliciously pleased curl of a full mouth. You stared for a moment, disoriented, wondering who the hot blonde was, why he was so familiar, and what he was doing in your house.

Then he turned towards you more fully, his eyes flickering judgmentally over you, and it all caught back up with you.

Ugh. Fucking Bakugou.

Part of you had hoped when you woke, this all would have proved a very detailed and specific nightmare. But the nightmare was still there, glaring at you while he neatly chopped vegetables and set a pot to boiling on the stove, still wearing that stupid black tank that showed off the meticulously honed, deadly perfection of his biceps.

Double ugh.

You groaned and sank back to the ground, biting down some choice swear words. Bakugou ignored you, the only sounds from the kitchen the quick thump of his knife against a cutting board, the snap and hiss of the grill drawer being turned on.

You slowly extricated yourself from your tangled heap of blankets, beating a bleary but hasty retreat to the bathroom to escape his presence, grabbing a change of clothes and your toiletries on the way.

In the bathroom, Bakgou had apparently already set out his own—a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, a razor, and a small travel size container of shaving cream were laid away behind the mirror. On the shelves, a small zippered pouch in a deep gray lay next to a stack of fluffy towels.

You couldn’t help but peek inside, intrigued by the idea of Bakugou Katsuki having personal effects like an actual human being. Inside, a comb, some kind of expensive smelling hair gel, and spares of the items behind the mirror peered back at you. It all seemed weirdly domestic, weirdly intimate, and you quickly backed away, turning on the shower instead. You flung off your clothes, scattering them all over the bathroom in your haste to get into the shower and away from Bakugou’s things.

Of course Bakugou was a living, breathing human (demon), which you had quickly realized yesterday. But it still threw you for a loop to realize he was more than the person you saw on TV, or even the spitting, snarling gremlin who’d stood in the detective’s office and vehemently refused to protect you. He existed outside those spaces—he brushed his teeth and shaved his face and did his hair like every other human man on earth. He apparently also chopped vegetables very expertly and had enough presence of mind to start grilling things early in the morning. There were moments, domestic and intimate, that he had, just like everyone else.

You jumped into the shower, disliking the thought of him as anything other than a feral garbage rat. A quirkist, feral garbage rat, at that.

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sorry for logging on just to talk about that man. Will happen again

SPIT IN MY FACE (IT WON'T PHASE ME)

MINORS DNI MINORS DNI MINORS DNI

⭒pairing: katsuki bakugo x afab reader (band!au)

⭒wc: 4.0k

⭒warnings: blood, violence, broken nose, oral (m receiving), face fucking, spit, fem equivalent of blue balls, bkg’s a drummer, just general filth, mentions of intercourse whilst on drugs, dubcon themes, noncon themes, hatefucking-ish, degrading, dumbification, all characters are 21+.

⭒ he tried to wipe the blood with the back of his hand, causing some of it to smear across his right cheek. standing all the way up, he rolled his shoulders back and jutted out his tongue to lick some of the blood that stayed static on his lip.

“fiesty one, aren’t ‘cha?”

clatter, clatter, crash.

“could you act like an adult for one second and listen to me?”

clatter, clatter, crash.

“fuck this.”

many people would think being in a band brings a group closer together.

you and bakugo seemed to prove others very wrong.

sero and kaminari frantically tried to keep you from leaving. waving their arms to and fro, following you from area to area as you picked up your stuff. kirishima racked his guitar and sternly walked over to where the blonde still continued to bang on his drums. albeit quieter, just tapping the hi-hats and occasionally beating the bass.

“c’mon we still have another half hour!”

“kiri will handle it!”

words fell upon deaf ears. you continued to collect your items and wave them off. you knew you couldn’t actually quit. your threats were always empty, the farthest you’d actually gone to leaving was you driving two blocks down and turning right back around. the boys knew you wouldn’t quit either, but they never knew which day you’d actually snap. for now, your love of music remained triumphant over your hate for the drummer.

you were never too sure over why he didn’t like you. seemingly since the day you stepped in and replaced jiro due to her having vocal nodules that fried her range, causing her to effectively retire from singing. you were a trusted friend of hers that also had a talent and she pushed for you to audition. you did well, of course, the whole band seeming to like you besides the grumpy, hot-headed drummer.

every practice was filled with him throwing remarks your way. never being able to find something positive about you to say. you took the remarks in stride your first few rehearsals, but as your time together progressed, you stopped holding back. once getting into a full-out screaming match that led to him breaking a set of drumsticks from throwing them down so hard.

once you were out on stage, though, anybody could be fooled. his and your energy alone could power an arena. the way his adrenaline kicked when he performed sent him into a high that wouldn’t slow until he was done with a set. he even start letting you interact with him on stage once fans started to notice you’d go around to anyone but him. his vibe would be electric, the most enthusiastic you’d ever seen him. especially around you.

but nothing could last forever. highs had to come down, and his always crashed and burned. going back to his same pissy personality as soon as you’d get back to the tour bus and sliding a sly remark your way. usually starting some sort of argument or silent treatment between the two of you.

you continued to rummage through your bag to ensure you didn’t forget anything. planning to message the boys, excluding bakugo, to tell them you weren’t actually going to quit and just needed time before you broke of pair of sticks over the blonde’s head and shoved your microphone down his throat.

you were about to scram, until you heard the voice you wanted and needed to hear the least.

“don’t forget your blow, princess.” you slowly turned over your shoulder, body following suit, to look the blonde in his eyes. catching a glimpse of sero and kaminari’s eyes widening at the comment.

“what’d you just say to me?” your body turned itself around all the way and you were fully facing him, about ten feet away from where he stood in front of his drums next to kiri. he looked unhinged, as if he could snap and pounce on you at any second. your look probably rivaled his. fists clenched and body turning stiff just looking at him.

“oh, sorry if that’s not what you’re into,” his eyelids lowered as he looked down on you and that stupid smirk began to grow on his face, “speed, smack, bump, whatever you like.”

“i’m not fucked up on drugs like the coke whores you like to pick up.” you moved in closer as you spoke, venom dripping from your voice, “between you and me, one of us has to have some self-respect.” your bag had been abandoned from your shoulder and dropped on the floor, disregarding if any of its contents had spilled. all eyes in the room were on you and bakugo. the tension between you so thick it could be cut with a knife and still ever-growing. you were face to face with him.

“self-respect, huh? we’ll talk again once you stop dressing like a streetwalker. here and at shows.”

your fist connected with the left side of his nose before you could think about the possibility of catching a charge. the sound of cartilage crunching under your knuckles filled the room. his head jerked to the right from impact and you watched as he folded at the waist and doubled over.

the surrounding eyes widened in shock and the air in the room was incredibly still. nobody spoke, the only sound in the room being the fan in the corner continuing to oscillate and the quiet drip drip drip of blood splattering on the floor from bakugo’s nose.

kirishima was the first to try and move in, lightly touching his friend’s back. he was quickly swatted away by the blonde with his free hand, the other covering his bloodied nose.

once kiri backed away, bakugo used both of his hands to set his nose back into its rightful place. the sound of cracking once again wafts through the uncomfortably thick air, his face scrunched at the discomfort and stayed like that for a few moments. once he was able to relax again, he dropped his blood-covered hands to lift his head and stare into your eyes. you put up a tough front, but he can still see the fear hidden beneath. the way your bitten-red lip slightly trembled when he looked down at you made the electric feel of power surge throughout his body. the crimson liquid dripped from his nostril all the way down to his chin. it trickled into the cracks of his mouth and you could see his red-stained teeth when he gave you an evil, cheshire cat smile.

you could feel his breath fanning over you. it felt heavy from him using his mouth due to his nose now being unable to carry out the action. kirishima was ready to spring into action to protect you from harm until he heard bakugo lightly laugh.

he tried to wipe the blood with the back of his hand, causing some of it to smear across his right cheek. standing all the way up, he rolled his shoulders up and back and jutted out his tongue to lick some of the blood that stayed static on his lip.

“fiesty one, aren’t ‘cha?” you chose to avoid his burning gaze, instead trying to find something interesting enough on the floor to have an excuse to keep your eyes down. ultimately, choosing the blood spatter near his and your feet.

being in a band is supposed to bring others together.

you felt like you just threw yourself in the lion’s den.

“hey man before you do any-“

“want you all out.” he abruptly cut kirishima off. in the heat of the moment, you had honestly forgot about sero and kaminari. kiri only staying fresh in your head because he was standing right in front of you.

“are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“i said it nicely, here’s what i actually mean,” he stepped closer to his red-headed friend, “get the fuck out.” kiri looked to you, to bakugo, and back to you. somberly nodding his head and waving his hand in a ‘come on’ motion to the other guys. he patted your back as he passed you.

“scream if you need us, we’ll break the damned door down.” and with that, the three men exited the studio. leaving you alone with the blonde. bakugo’s eyes rivaled the color of the blood that still leaked from his nose. they were sharp and angular, as if he had murder on his mind, and it was all aimed at you.

he stared deep into your soul for a few minutes more as you tried to look everywhere but his face. you got to study the blood that had collected on his hands that had slightly smeared on his jeans. the track that ran from his chin, down his neck, and soaked into his tee. he once again swiped his tongue against his lip to collect any of the liquid that he dribbled down.

“y’think you’re hot shit now huh?” he began. circling your body like a shark would to it’s prey. “think you can beat up on me like i’m some submissive ass bitch?”

“listen, i didn’t think before i moved. i’d never touch your fuckin’ face willingly.”

“y’didnt think? you fuckin’ stupid? i could have your ass in jail for third degree assault, you know that? i’ll move my fuckin’ nose back to the crooked shit you caused right now if you don’t believe me.” he stopped in front of you, looking down at your figure like you were scum on earth and ignoring your last little comment. he loved the way you looked like a scared little animal under his glaring gaze. he did have to admit though, after taking a good look at you, you were fucking cute. pretty face with long eyelashes that you stared up at him through. pretty lip gloss with gold flecks that would disgust him on anyone else since it looked so childish, but it looked perfect on you. he found it amusing how you writhed under his gaze, watching the way your tits bounced when you moved. he found himself staring at your backside on more than a few occasions hoping to get a peak of your underwear if your skirt swished the right way. you looked like a prime subject for him to ruin.

“bakugo i’m really sorry. like fucking genuinely sorry. no bullshit. please don’t-“ he shushed you by placing one of his bloody index fingers on your lips. you hated his dickhead habit of cutting people off when they spoke, but the way your core fluttered at the motion made you able to push your hatred to the side for just a little bit.

“y’gonna prove how sorry you are?” he removed his finger from your lip and dragged it down your chin, smearing his blood on your face. you unconsciously darted your own tongue out to taste the liquid. the metallic flavor infiltrated your inviting tastebuds. bakugo’s eyes darkened at the sight of you tasting his blood from your stained lips.

“on your knees.” you looked at him with dumb eyes, still focusing on the taste of his blood swishing in your mouth. “ya fuckin’ stupid? deaf? i said on your knees.” he forcefully pushed your head down, causing your knees to bend at just the right angle for you to drop. your little denim skirt barely covering your thighs. only a few more wrong moves and the mean drummer would have a delicious shot of your pretty thong. he saw a peak earlier. nice and a pretty, lacy pink. matching the lettering on your crop top that barely covered your tits. your excuse being ‘trying not to get too hot in the summer’s heat.’ fucking pathetic.

maybe it was that hate you felt that clouded your brain, but had never realized how hot he was. he looked like the dictionary image of power above you. to you, he could be a reincarnate of kratos. the dips and curves of his perfectly curated muscles screamed strength and might. his big arms were folded over his broad chest with a pair of drumsticks in his right palm. his and your skin glowed under the pink and blue neon lights that lit up the studio. the pink lighting up his right side and the blue his left. the colors mixed and danced along his dewy skin, making him look a wonderful piece of art only you had the pleasure of enjoying. you wanted to keep the image of him like this engraved in your mind so you’d never forget it.

you were too busy admiring him to notice his belt had been unbuckled and the zipper of his black dickies had traveled south. you could see the waistband of his underwear and you were eye to eye with the rather large tent that had formed. you smirked at the thought of the katsuki bakugo getting turned on from pain. especially from pain inflicted by you. the girl he hated most in this world.

you.

you’d never been submissive to bakugo, choosing to fight his fire back with your own, but damn you looked like a needy bitch right now. hands moving so fast to pull his rock solid cock out from his boxers and practically drooling before you ever even saw it.

bakugo groaned once he was freed from the confines of his uncomfortably-tight underwear. seeing his dick made you regret all the small-pecker insults you’d thrown his way in anger because it was far from the truth. he was above-averagely long, but the girth is what made your eyes widen. the thickness in combination with the length weighed his cock down to be perfectly eye-level with you. you got a good view of the angry-red tip and the bead of pre that formed at the slit. your eyes stayed fixated every detail you could absorb of him.

“y’just gonna sit there and look at it?” d’ya know how to suck cock or or ya too stupid?” your eyes met his with an annoyed glare. the blood had stopped flowing from his nose, but it still adorned the lower half of his face. the sight of the man all roughed up because of you caused the growing dampness between your legs to gush and grow a little more.

bakugo snapped you out of your own thoughts once again by slapping your cheek with his dick, making soft pat pat pat noises when it came in contact. he smeared the pre-cum over your awaiting lips and carefully watched your reactions as you stuck your tongue out to taste the mix of the blood remnant and his pre. he took his opportunity to shove himself inside your mouth when you had opened it to take a needed breath.

the action of your mouth being filled so quickly caught you off guard and you hadn’t actually gotten to take a breath. he had already pushed himself so far down your throat you thought you could suffocate, trying to take deep breaths through your nose. you felt your hair being pulled back and you were off his cock as quickly as you were on it. he had let go of your hair to reach down and grab your chin and tilt it up at him.

“open wide, slut.” was the only thing he said and you obeyed without reluctance. slightly sticking your tongue out in anticipation for him. you were a little confused when he didn’t immediately push himself back in, but the realization hit when you watched him open his mouth, too. he let his saliva that was tinged red from blood run off his tongue and into your awaiting mouth, smirking when you took it all in without fighting back or hesistance. the taste of him had barely registered on your tastebuds when he roughly pushed his cock back into your mouth.

you used the mix of his saliva and yours to start the apologetic blowjob you were being forced to give. you’d been around the block and sucked a few ducks here and there, but this was by far the sloppiest you’d ever felt. drool had already began to make its way down your chin and you’d barely even started. tongue moving up and down his length, hoping he’ll finish fast. bakugo dropped his drumsticks to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail with one hand and to hold his shirt up and out of the way with the other.

he had no intentions of making this easy on you.

he had mercy for you at first. just loving the way you bobbed up and down on him on your own. the adorably fucked out face you were already making could’ve sent him over the edge already, but then he remembered. this is your payback, punishment even. your less-than-formal apology to him.

and he wanted to fucking ruin you.

he tightened his grip on your hair, causing you to moan around him and to simultaneously stop moving your head. he kept his grip tight and began to thrust himself into your warm mouth. it was the best head he’d gotten in months. the girls and the occasional guy he’d bring to his dressing room after a show were always fucked up on some drug that messed with their ability to perform, but you were something else. the fire that had ignited in his loins. something he fucking needed.

your throat was already growing sore from bakugo’s unrelenting thrusts, going so far that your nose would brush the hairs that were neatly groomed around his base. tears began to flow down your stuffed cheeks. you hated to admit that you actually liked being used by the same guy you’d fantasize of ripping his head off. the groans and grunts that left his mouth were music to your ears and only urged you to use your tongue more to elicit more of the sweet sounds. his hand was slapped over his own mouth and his eyes were squinted in a way that said ‘this is too good’ without him having to actually speak. bakugo had never made love before, always choosing the more vulgar word of ‘fucking’ to describe his private escapades, but the way your sweet mouth felt over his sensitive cock made him feel as if this was the closest thing to making love he’d ever get.

“that’s it.. take it. take my fuckin’ cock.” his thrusts only slowed to press himself as far as he could into your mouth and watch you squirm as you tried to catch your breath. your mascara was running down your cheeks and an old, small drop of blood had fallen from his face and onto yours. your lip gloss had been smeared off your lips and transferred off onto bakugo’s dick, making a pretty little ring around. you moaned something incomprehensible around his cock when you were finally able to breath, sending electricity shooting down his spine.

“dontcha know it’s rude to talk with your damn mouth full? be a good fuckin’ cocksleeve and shut the fuck up.” you were for sure soaking through your panties at this point, not even able to think about touching yourself due to the rough thrusts of the male in front of you and the fear that he’d make this hell on earth if he saw you trying to get off too. you were slightly ashamed at how your body had submitted so easily to the blonde you’d spent months loathing. the way you were clenching around nothing as you were being used like whore made you feel a slight pang of embarrassment internally.

all embarrassing feelings being swiftly washed away when he growled from the pleasure.

“i can see that mess on the floor. ya like being used this much? maybe you are just a fucking whore.” the last few syllables of the sentence was punctuated with rough jerks of his hips into your mouth. he watched the way you tear-filled eyes rolled and looked back up at him. the sight of you loving his mean treatment had him feeling impossibly more feral and more eager to bust down your inviting little throat. he stuck his own thumb in his mouth to lube himself up with spit and rubbed it along your face, smearing the mascara tracks even further under your eyes and down your cheeks. ruining your pretty makeup even more.

the little upwards curve of his dick was hitting your throat in a way that made you want to gag, but your pride made you hold back. you weren’t fully infatuated with him yet over some rough face fucking that had you wetter than you’d been in months. you still hated him and there was no doubt the feeling was mutual from the way he manhandled you. you still couldn’t help but fantasize about how perfect he would feel inside your other holes. how full you’d feel from his thick cock. you’re aching for release and would practically take anything given to you. holding on to a sliver of hope that you’d at least be able to ride his thigh to get off afterwords.

“fuckin’ shit.. knew you were a goddamn slut.” you were sure the grip his big hand had on your hair had ripped more than a few strands out. his assault on your throat slightly speeding up as he started really chasing his orgasm. your voice was sure to be hoarse tomorrow and you felt like you might actually have lockjaw. your own spit had collected in your throat, bubbling around your lips with every thrust in and dripping down onto your clothes and bakugo’s heavy balls that glistened due to it. bakugo himself was glistening with a sheen of sweat that he accumulated from his rough, fast movements and the general heat of summer. your face was also glistening in sweat, but it was overshadowed by your tears and bakugo’s spit. his brows were furrowed and his thigh started to shake, you knew he was close. knowing this information from sero when he let that secret bakugo made him promise not to tell slip to you after a blunt too many.

“fuck… dirty, nasty fuckin’ bitch.” he shoved your face down all the way. your nose was flush with his pubic area as he gave a few more rough thrusts. he threw his head back and his brow furrow deepened. his cheeks turned a a rosy shade of pink and the most beautiful groan left his throat as his adam’s apple bobbed. with one more harsh thrust, he shot his seed down your throat and onto your eager, awaiting tongue. he didn’t have the worst taste in the world, but still was an equivalent to edible battery acid. it felt like his orgasm was never-ending, rope after rope continued to spill from his now-softening cock. your head still felt sore when he released his death grip and let his hand fall by his side, breathing heavily. eyes still closed as he tried to come back down from his incredible high.

some people think being in a band brings a group closer together.

maybe you guys showed that they’re not completely wrong.

you didn’t have time to swallow before he grabbed your chin again and asked you to ‘open up’ once more. admiring the marks of his seed left on your tongue.

“don’t fuckin’ waste it, dumb slut.” with that, he pulled you into a rough kiss, immediately invading your mouth with his curious tongue as he scooped some of his own cum up and tasted himself. this wasn’t a kiss out of love or passion, just pure animalistic lust and curiosity. you roughly bit down on his lip to cause him some more pain, just to show that you weren’t in love with him yet, either. he got abord again at the feeling of your teeth biting down on him. drawing some more blood that mixed with the dried liquid still plastered on his face.

you still looked up at him with pleading eyes as he began to clean himself up. making himself decent again and gently cleaning around his nose with the bottom of his shirt. your core still desperately ached for some kind of touch.

“what? you think i’m gonna fuckin’ help you? this is your gift to me. not the other way around, princess.” you huffed at him. getting off your knees and trying to confidently walk with wobbly legs. gathering your things once more to hightail it out of here and fix the problem he gave you on your own.

“go out the back. don’t want the others to see that i proved my point.” your gaze was pointed at him and if lazers could suddenly shoot from your eyes, you’d burn through him in a heartbeat.

“you’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” your voice was already scratchy and rough from the previous events. paining you to try and speak. bakugo only smiled in return.

“a fucking asshole with god’s generous gift of a nice dick. you seemed to enjoyed it enough.” you were half tempted to punch him in the face again, instead deciding to retreat to the back door before you actually did catch an assault charge.

“oh, by the way,” he began, stopping you right as you reached the glowing ‘exit’ sign, “‘m not done with you yet. if you think that was enough to repay me for fucking up my face, you really are fucking dumb.” you shot him a bird before pushing open the door and making your way outside. you heard him say one more thing over the crash symbols before the door fully shut behind you.

“better keep your phone off silent, i don’t like to wait.”

by god you hated that prick.

masterlist.

“better keep your phone off silent, i don’t like waiting.”

by god you hated that prick.

masterlist.

by god you hated that prick.

by god you hated that prick.

“oh, by the way,” he began, stopping you right as you reached the glowing ‘exit’ sign, “‘m not done with you yet. if you think that was enough to repay me for fucking up my face, you really are fucking dumb.” you shot him a bird before pushing open the door and making your way outside. you heard him say one more thing over the crash symbols before the door fully shut behind you.

“better keep your phone off silent. don’t keep me waiting.”

by god you hated that prick.

masterlist.

masterlist.

I don’t think y’all understand how much I want to bite into a man’s neck and mark him up, draw blood even.

headcanons - katsuki bakugo

in which we dive into the world of headcanons for katsuki bakugo

warnings: a few swear words

❬ 🖉 ❭ ━━ GENERAL

»❁» cat person

»❁» knows some sign language because his quirk could potentially give him tinnitus and hearing loss

»❁» religiously listens to corpse husband

»❁» Scotty Doesn't Know, Never Satisfied, Rät, Verbatim, and Cigarette Ahegao, are his top five songs on spotify

»❁» he doesn't actually smell like caramel/burnt sugar, just his hands, but he uses a citrus-y soap stuff

»❁» uses two different 3-in-1 body washes (6-in-2 lol) for speed and cleanliness, because why waste time in the shower if you could be training?

»❁» goldfish is the superior snack food, but never regular goldfish, because regular is for extras

»❁» favorite movie is the lion king, but for some reason he gets the strongest urge to pee or get a snack when mufasa's death scene comes on, weird right?

»❁» he styles hair really well, one of the girls could have a bad hair day and he casually walks over and fixes it

»❁» he has gifted kid syndrome, excelled as a child and when he got older and leveled out with his peers achieving anything other than excellency was intolerable by him

»❁» you know those tiny sneezes that are barely audible but so cute you could die? katsuki and only katsuki

»❁» horny pretty much 24/7

»❁» dislikes big gatherings

❬ 🖉 ❭ ━━ BEST FRIENDS

»❁» you guys met at a cat cafe you frequented a lot in shizuoka (the closest real city by musutafa). you bumped into him and he spilled his coffee on his white shirt. he was pissed so you apologized profusely and bought him a new drink. after that encounter you ran into each other several times at several different places and eventually became friends because you two had similar tastes

»❁» mitsuki loves you because you're not as loud and angry as katsuki is, mitsuki hopes your more calm and laid back nature will rub off on katsuki. (she also prefers you over the bakusquad because they're loud, 9/10 times she'll agree to you coming over)

»❁» when he invites you over to do homework together or just goof off mitsuki always asks if you want to stay for dinner

»❁» when you stay for dinner you always offer to help with the dishes (because brownie points)

»❁» his friends love you and adopted you into the bakusquad

»❁» mina thought you were dating

»❁» when he says "go fuck yourself" he really means "yea we're best friends but i'm not gonna tell you that"

»❁» you made him a photo album for his birthday (4/20 pog) and he ALMOST cried but he didn't, he only sweated through his eyeballs ;)

❬ 🖉 ❭ ━━ DATING

»❁» you confessed to him. your parents were out of town so he invited you over because he didn't want you to be alone. you agreed and you guys had hung out at his house. movie night, dinner, and snacks, the usual. with a rush of adrenaline you turned to him and asked him. your gaze met his and he gave you a simple nod, unable to speak due to the goldfish in his mouth

»❁» your first kiss was surprising. during hero training you got cornered in a tight hallway, noses centimeters from touching. you smirked, cupping his face in your hand and planting a soft kiss on his lips. you skipped away while he stood back startled. he chased you down after class for revenge

»❁» the entire foundation of your relationship is trust, to him a relationship can't work without it

»❁» he liked to grab your waist and kiss your forehead (or cheek depending on your height)

»❁» he secretly wants to be babied but don't tell anyone

»❁» whoever wakes up first gets dibs on good morning messages, but katsuki always sends the good night message because he sleeps early

»❁» you like to cook together, but he is very over protective and watches you very closely (he worries about you and doesn't want you getting burnt or accidentally cutting yourself)

»❁» you spend a lot of time together, mostly cuddling and staring off into space

»❁» he has two favorite ways to cuddle, you wrapped up in his arms while he peppers your face with kisses and whispers sweet nothings to you or laying on the couch together, you playing with his hair and his head on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat

»❁» you said i love you first his response was "dammit bastard, i was gonna say it first"

»❁» dislikes traditional dates, prefers to sit at home (mostly because he wants to be babied and also because he doesn't want anyone looking at you)

»❁» your name in his phone is "babe" pretty simple because he believes actions > words

»❁» his name in your phone is "katsu mcsplody" because why not?

»❁» he loves to compliment you about everything under the sun

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i saw across the spiderverse last night and my life will never be the same again

So we all know that Guillermo del Toro cast Oscar Isaac to play Victor Frankenstein in his upcoming Frankenstein film, right?

Well, TIL that Del Toro is basing the monster’s design on Bernie Wrightson’s illustrated version of the Mary Wollstoncraft Shelley novel—

and Oscar bears a striking resemblance to Wrightson’s Frankenstein…

Could be why he cast Oscar in the role? And if so, does that also mean that Guillermo saw the Wrightson monster—

And went, “I have the perfect person in mind to play him. Andrew Garfield.”

‘You better not be ninth doctor green screen lightning kill yourself when i get there’

Me:

Where to Watch

Amazon Prime

Inside Llewyn Davis

Life Itself

Revenge for Jolly!

Agora (free w/ads with IMdB sub)

The Balibo Conspiracy / Balibo (free w/ads with IMbB sub)

The Letter Room (free w/Topic sub)

Disney+

The Force Awakens

The Last Jedi

The Rise of Skywalker

X-Men: Apocalypse

Netflix

At Eternity’s Gate

Operation Finale

The Promise (until 7 Aug 2021)

Triple Frontier

W.E.

HBO Max

10 Years

Dune (22 October 2021)

For Greater Glory

PU-239

Scenes From a Marriage (coming September 2021)

Show Me a Hero

A World of Calm - Episode: Noodles

Won’t Back Down

Showtime/Showtime Anytime

Ex Machina

Mojave

A Most Violent Year

Peacock

Drive

Robin Hood

VIMEO

Ticky Tacky

Lightningface

Tubi (free w/commericals)

All About the Benjamins

The Balibo Conspiracy / Balibo

Lenny the Wonder Dog

The Life Before Her Eyes

The Two Faces of January

ALSO - a good number of these titles are available on SlingTV and Hulu, depending on your subscription.

**UPDATED 2 AUGUST 2021**

updated to the best of my knowledge and ability - US based, probably not accurate for other regions 

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