Free Falling Is A Taste Of Freedom

PHASES OF THE MOON art by Thiago Corrêa

pls small might but in his hero costume ... hes so cute like that

I feel like I could’ve made it MORE baggy but here is the cutie himself. I do think it’s kind of silly he put it on to talk to AFO when it made him look like he was playing dress up lol but he can do no wrong so I support it

bsf!shoto doesn't understand when being punctual went out of style.

when you swing open your front door the instant he was about to knock, you startle backward like you'd seen a ghost.

"oh, wow." your eyes are wide open and your mouth gapes before snapping shut. "you're, uh, here very early," you manage to say, turning back inside and kicking the door the rest of the way open with your foot. he follows behind you as you hurry back to your bathroom, your makeup halfway done and seven possible outfits laid on your bed. he follows you through the hallway, stopping only a moment to glance at a baby photo of you on the wall. he'd seen the photos hundreds of times, but he found it amusing that you made the same face of surprise when you were little.

"i am ten minutes before our agreed upon meeting time, is that distressing?"

"not distressing, just surprising. in my experience," you continue while patting glitter on the inside corner of your eyelid, "guys don't usually show up on time for dates."

"well, it's a good thing i'm not other guys, then," he smirks and you roll your eyes with a poorly hidden grin. "i also didn't need to waste time picking you flowers--"

"since most of the stuff makes me sneeze anyway," you finish for him, your cheeks warm under the dusting of powder blush. you had known shoto for nearly three quarters of your life, yet it still caught you off guard every time he said something that told you he'd been paying attention to you. "very thoughtful of you." your eyes meet his in the mirror, flicking to his broad shoulder leaning against the doorframe. "staring is rude."

"then you're a hypocrite," he immediately counters with no change in tone, the only indication of his smugness the slightest narrowing of his eyes. his expression turns thoughtful, fond almost. he smiles softly and the endearment makes your cheeks warm even more. "i like that color. the one on your eyes."

"mmm, i know it's your favorite," you reply coyly. shoto's eyes drag from your face down the rest of your body, something different flickering across his face. "something wrong?"

"no, you just...you look beautiful," he manages to say.

"i'm wearing pajamas and all might socks that have at least three holes. in each sock," you chuckle, turning to him over your shoulder. "i certainly don't feel beautiful."

"i can fix that."

"what?"

"what?" he blinks at you, dumbfounded, and you giggle at his slip-up. "who said that?"

"you're funny, sho." you try to ignore the way his eyes follow every movement of your hands as they swipe color over your lips and make last adjustments to your lashes. when you're done, he steps out of your way so you can take your numerous outfit choices to the bathroom, settling down next to your bed to help you decide like he'd done before. "this is a little different, you know," you say through the crack in bathroom door as you tug on your first arrangement. "before, you were helping me decide what to wear for school award ceremonies and stuff like that."

"i could still do that, if you want," he replies with complete sincerity. "i do still want to do that."

"it's a little weird to be dating your best friend, since i feel like you already know all the things that would make me a terrible person to date," you continue and he falls silent on the other side of the door, prompting you to peek out of the bathroom. "sho? is everything okay?"

"yes, everything is fine." there's the slightest dip in his perfect eyebrows that tell you otherwise.

"the 'no lying' rule carries over from friendship to dating, you know," you remind him casually and step out completely, turning in a circle for the full effect. "what do you think?"

"i think that's a bit...warm," he states bluntly. you blink at him and half expect him to laugh, but he doesn't. he's dead serious about you being too warm.

"i am a little warm, yes," you admit in your thick sweater and fleece stockings. "but, i'd also like to dress warmer than i need to because it's so much easier to cool off than it is to warm up."

"i can do both of those things for you," shoto declares. "why wouldn't i do both of those things for you?"

"i don't want you to hassle and need to use your quirk on date night." your voice trails off but he's having none of it.

"is this what you mean by 'things that make you a terrible person to date?' planning ahead so you're not a burden?" you shift your weight uncomfortably under his gaze and can't muster any other answer but shrugging.

"i just...i don't want you to need to change to accommodate me, now that we're together," you explain quietly. he stands and takes your hands in his, lacing your fingers together without a second thought. "if it's easier for me to be uncomfortable and you to be comfortable--"

"why is both of us being comfortable not a possibility?" he asks, tilting his head forward slightly. "why can you prioritize me but i cannot prioritize you?" you have no further argument but his point is hammered home. "do you love me as you wish to?"

"wholeheartedly."

"then let me love you as i wish to. wholeheartedly."

taking care of sick DabiHawks except they're either acting like they're dying (it's a cold) or acting like they're not sick at all (bro could collapse at any seconds)

so it's scolding them 50% of the time, 20% "I shouldn't hug and kiss you cause I don't wanna get sick but I'll just make a little exception", 15% ACTUALLY taking care of them and 15% listening to their illness thoughts that makes no sense

taking care of sick dabihawks would be a fucking nightmare

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ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 6

Your palms were sweating before you even walked through Minas front door Katsukis gift tucked neatly into your bag that you’d been gripping for dear life. Sleep never came last night, after reading Katsukis simple confession you couldn’t focus on anything else. He may have deleted the text from the chat, but you felt like it’d be burned into your brain for the rest of your life.

“Oh em gee! Merry Christmas love bug?” Mina squeals, her arms reaching to wrap tightly around your neck. She was wearing a Mrs. clause dress, and if you had to bet money you’d bet Kiri was wearing a matching suit. “You look adorable.”

Once a year you’d allow yourself to dress ridiculously in holiday cheer, wanting to feel the cheer you wore instead of dreading the day. Christmas wasn’t a holiday you particularly cared for, especially this year. Christmas just never felt like Christmas.

But today you decided you’d ignore the nagging voice in your head telling you to stay home and embrace the bright red candy cane stripped dress that matched your ruby painted lips. It was simple but effective. Candy canes mean Christmas enough, and if Mina approved you felt honored.

“Thank you, you look cute too Mrs. Clause.” You beam, pulling away to look past her to see the house filled with old classmates and strangers. “Quite the party Mina, how do you know all these people?”

“Mostly coworkers.” With a wave of her hand she leads you through the house, waving and greeting her guests as your hand aches from her grip. Once inside the slightly less crowded kitchen, she pushes you down onto a stool and places her hands on your shoulders to keep you from moving. “Now tell me everything, he’s in love with you?”

You knew she’d care more about Katsukis text than the party bumping around you, but you didn’t expect her to nearly be foaming out the mouth in front of everyone as she begged for details. It’s not like there were any to give anyway, you’d ignored his message while your heart beat painfully fast in your chest.

“We haven’t talked about it. He said he’s coming here, so I figured we would tonight.” Your fave twists in discomfort as your shoulders struggle to hold her weight that’s still pressing down into them. “Mina, ease up. You’re about to crush me.”

“When he gets here, you better forget the rest of us exist.” Her hands pull back, moving to rest on her popped out hip. “Just make sure you make him feel terrible for clocking you first.”

-

The next few hours seemed to blur together agonizingly, you didn’t speak to anyone and no one spoke to you. You hadn’t left your spot in the kitchen, crippled with anxiety knowing at any second you would be confronted with the reality of your feelings and have to come clean. Or at least that’s what you thought.

With every minute that ticked by, you felt yourself growing increasingly more disappointed. It’s been 2 and a half hours and he still hadn’t come to the party he said he’d be at. Instead your old classmates offer uncomfortable waves as they pass you in the kitchen, each time your heart dropping when non of them turn out to be who you’d been waiting for.

When the clock hit 1pm, you decided to call it a night and give it a rest. If he planned on showing up, it wouldn’t be an hour before the party ended, he hated parties but he hated being late even more. He’s not coming and you’d gotten your hopes up for no reason.

“Alright, I’m gonna head out.” Mina could sense the sadness in your voice as you pass her in the living room, but for once she couldn’t think of anything to make sense of the situation. He stood you up, and even to her it was obvious. “New years at my place right?”

“Yep! Me and Kiri will bring the champagne.”

The clock on your night stand read 10:28pm when you entered the darkness of your bedroom. Your limbs feeling like weights, dragging behind you as you make your way to the plush comfort of your mattress. All you wanted right now was sleep, and it was just seconds away.

Your exhaustion prevented you from caring about the heels still secured around your ankles, or the bag you land on with a thud. You looked ridiculous but the sad ache in your chest made you feel ridiculous. You’d been mad at him just days ago, now he was ditching you before you could even forgive him.

On the drive over you bit at your lip until it bled, the bitter taste of the iron pouring from the skin was the only temporary distraction you had from what was really bothering you. A thousand questions played in your head as you half paid attention to street lights and cheerful pedestrians. But one question in particular had bothered you more than the others, enough to cause your stomach drop and cheeks to flush.

What if he sent the ‘I’m In love with you’ text to you by mistake and he’d meant to send it to whoever he’d been ditching you for tonight?

-

A light brush against your ankle pulls you fearfully from your sleep. You’d been dreaming peacefully about a typical day at work, your students all giggling and laughing at a meme one of them had posted in the classroom discussion chat- but it was ruined by someone breaking into your apartment to- tickle your ankle?

“Hold still, I’m just tryna get these damn things off of you.” Relive replaces your previous confusion and fear, seeing Katsuki holding your foot delicately while working to undo your heels buckle. “Change into something warmer than that ugly ass dress, I’m gonna take you somewhere.”

“What?” Still half asleep, you let him slide the heels off and fall to the floor below. How could he expect you to follow his order after not showing up? “Don’t touch me.”

You felt overwhelmed, seeing him standing casually at the foot of your bed with an unreadable expression on his face as he stares down at your sleepy figure. You hadn’t seen him in an entire month, but now he was here, in you bedroom. Because he let himself in.

“You need to give me my door key back.” You huff when he doesn’t move. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Your gifts in my purse, take it and leave.”

Of course you’d originally planned to watch him open the thoughtful gift you’d gotten him in August, but you still couldn’t stop imagining him with someone else as you pathetically waited for him to show up. Was he holding her feet in his lap while they watched Jim Carrys Grinch? Or did she toss popcorn at his head as he dozed off every few minutes? Was he doing all the things you wished you’d been doing?

“Then you won’t get your gift.” He shrugs, watching you struggle to sit yourself up without flashing him. “You’ve been talkin about it so I think-.”

“I don’t care about a present! I don’t.” All you wanted tonight was to sort out this uncomfortable and hurtful pulling in your chest that hadn’t stopped in over a month. His gift meant nothing, especially when he didn’t even care he’d done it again. “You lied to me, again. You weren’t there, again. I waited for you for hours again.”

“Then you show up to my apartment and let yourself in. Not even saying sorry or trying to explain why you had me feeling stupid sitting by myself, fighting back tears because you were probably out with some fucking girl again.”

His eyes widen, not expecting you to disagree or confront his lack of attendance. It was sad, but you enjoyed watching his mouth mimicking a fish out of water, not knowing what to say to your half assed confession. Yes, you’d been waiting for him and yes him seeing another person while you waited made you burn with envy.

“I-I wasn’t.” Is all he says, earning a scoff from your chest. Like you’d believe him now, being blocked for a month and stood up the day you were supposed to see him? “I wasn’t, and I know why you don’t believe me- and I hate that I did that to you, but I can explain.”

“I don’t wanna hear it Kats.” Reaching into your purse that you’d previously been sleeping on, you grab his gift and reach it out to him. His heart sank seeing the way your eyes couldn’t meet his, but he takes the small wrapped gift nonetheless. “See you around.”

“I needed help, she took too long and I had to find somewhere last minute. I didn’t ditch you on purpose.” His hand runs through his hair that looked like he’d already been pulling at it, all while making things worse for himself. “I can’t even explain because you won’t come with me to see for yourself.”

“Shouldn’t you be asking her?”

“My mother?”

That’s how you ended up wrapped in the jacket he’d lent you the night he blocked you, shuffling across the parking lot behind him. You don’t miss the way he looks over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure you’re still there, and if you weren’t so cold you may have blushed. Angry at him or not, you’d grown to crave his attention, and after a month without it- it felt like foreign territory.

“The hag gave me shit all damn day, so keep that in mind.” He seemed nervous as he pulled open the passanger door, waving his hand to gesture you to enter. When you take your seat, you flush- the previously mentioned cold gone and replaced with a warm heat in your neck. “She spelled it wrong and I had to call around to find more and believe it or not almost nothing is open on Christmas.”

You can’t do anything but stare at the reason he couldn’t make the holiday party. Your chest bubbling with excitement and your heart about to explode and run a marathon all at once. It was never a huge deal to you, but clearly it was for him.

On the dash across from the passanger seat was your name, in baby pink letters followed by the words passenger princess.

“Why would you do that?” You finally ask, running your fingers across the letters in shock. This car meant the world to him, and he was ruining it by adding a tacky sticker? “E-even if it bothered me this is too much.”

“No, it’s not.” He closes the door, allowing you a few uninterrupted seconds of silence to process your thoughts. “You’ll never find another thing in this car that doesn’t belong to you or I.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” Even if you hated the earring falling into your lap so much you told Mina and felt sick. “It’s sweet, but it’s not necessary.”

“We’re goin to my office, buckle up.”

-

Neither of you spoke on the car ride to his agency, but you could sense he wanted to. His fingers wrung themselves around the steering wheel over and over until the leather had started to squeak against its thread and made your ears hurt. His posture had slumped dramatically, leaving him to lean against his door as he parks in a spot labeled with his hero name.

It was weird to realize in all the time you’d known him, not once had you been inside his office. You’d met him in the lobby, or in the cafeteria on many occasions, but his office had never been visited. Why was it significant now though?

“She’s with me.” Katsuki calls to a small woman sat in the lobby, her eyebrows pulling together as her mesmerizing golden eyes land on you. “Don’t log it, won’t be here long.”

“Why are we here?” You mange to ask, stepping off the elevator you’d just taken 17 stories. “Am I allowed to be here?”

“Yep.” Which was code for ‘nope’. His finger work quickly to type a code onto the small key pad before he turns to you and opens the door. It wasn’t what you were expecting, to say the least. He always had the biggest and best of everything- but his office was no bigger than your bedroom and only had his desk and a couch directly across from it. “Now ask me why a hero like Dynamite would be put in a random office the size of a closet when he’d been offered a penthouse room with floor to ceiling windows.”

“Uhm, the sun? Maybe? I don’t know?” You couldn’t think of a single reason why he’d choose such a random office if he’d always went on and on about the luxuries he planned for his future office. “Why?”

“You’re afraid of heights. We went to an amusement park one time in highschool and I never forgot.” The door closes behind you, and he makes his way to stand behind his desk, hand reaching for the two framed pictures on either side of his laptop. When he turns them, your heart races all over again. “I have two decorations in this entire room. I’ve been here for years and this is all I cared to have.”

The first photo was a picture of him and his parents at graduation, his cocky smirk playing at his lips as his parent smile proudly. You remember taking the photo and how his mother told you how beautiful you looked in your graduation dress. One that had been a gift from her son, he’d given it to you the night before with heat settling over the bridge of his nose.

The second one, the one that had your mind jumbling and palms sweating- was a photo of you. Not of the two of you together. Not even a group photo with your other friends present. It was just you. He’d taken the photo when he’d accompanied you to a farmers market, at the time you’d of sworn he hated being there, surrounded by all the things that brought you joy. But seeing the photo of you holding a bouquet of flowers with a peaceful smile- maybe you’d been missing his true emotions when he grumbled that you looked fine. When you asked him to send you the photo, he said he deleted it because it was blurry.

“I-I’m not sure what to say.” You were excited, flattered and even honored for him to have your photo on his desk. Knowing he saw it everyday made your eyes shine, and allow you to finally move toward him instead of by the door. “Do you want me to find you more decorations?”

You wanted to be sure you weren’t misreading, maybe he chose the room due to your fear of heights incase he ever needed you to bring him lunch or something. And maybe the picture was just a reminder of your friendship?

“Look, I know how you felt when I blocked you- but I had to give myself time to try to get over you.” He places the photos back in their respective places and joins you on the small couch. “The time I spent not in your life only proved to me I needed to be in it. Everyday I woke up and debated on showing up at UA and dropping to my damn knees in front of those brats just so I could get the point across.”

“What point?” You were holding your breath, ready to hear him vocalize the text he’d sent and unsent that had sent you spiraling. One of his hands settles in your lap, grabbing yours softly, the other moves to tilt your chin up to see his crooked half smile that made you dizzy. “Kats-.”

“I’m in love with you.” His hand on your chin drops, moving to rest on the back of the couch behind you. The other tightens around yours and pulls your interlaced hands to his lap. “I’ve always been in love with you.”

Your heart could literally give out at any second, you read his text but tried to convince yourself it wasn’t meant for you. Were you dreaming? Or was he actually sitting beside you with stars in his eyes?

“You don’t have to say anything, I don’t expect you to unpack all of this after everything I’ve done.” You nod, jaw on the floor as his thumb runs across your knuckles soothingly. “You’d always have a guy around, relationships or flings or what ever you want to call em. So I never said anything, I wanted you to be happy even if it wasn’t with me. I was gonna tell you that night, but when I asked if you enjoyed fuckin with me that night I watched you dancing and you said maybe it pissed me off and I snapped. I’m sorry, for all of it.”

“I said maybe because I did like you giving me your attention, but it wasn’t because I was trying to mess with you.” Did he truly believe you were capable of exploiting his feelings like that? Had you known you’d of never have acted like that. You were just jealous and angry and stupid. “If you’d have told me-.”

“I know, don’t start freakin out.” You were more than freaking out. Your hand would slip from his any second from the sweat pooling between them, you were crashing out. “Raccoon eyes got drunk and probably told me way more than she should have.”

“What did she say?” You’d had so many conversations with Mina about him you’d throw up if he knew half the things you’d said about him. He doesn’t seemed worried or bothered, so maybe she left out the parts that would humiliate you into hiding. “I actually don’t want to know.”

“Just, give this time to settle and we’ll talk about it in a few days.” His hand leaves yours, rubbing against his jeans as he stands to his feet. God that’s embarrassing. “Let’s go, I left your gift on your coffee table.”

“Wait!” He hadn’t even made it to the door, but you panicked. Did he not want to hear what you had to say about any of it? “Are you not curious about what I have to say?”

“If your friends an honest drunk- I’d say I have a pretty good idea.”

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SORRY ITS SO LONG AND SORRY ENDING IS SUCK

I wanted to post a long blurb to apologize for the last one 😅

Also, unfortunately tags are closed for this story. It’s hard to tag so many and it’s part of the reason I’m updating slower, I have to copy and paste them 5 at a time and it takes like 30 minutes bc tumblr crashed 9million times when I do😭😭

I’m sorry and I love you guys 💖

-Parchy💖

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"Full Circle"[bkdk mer au]

My 100th Installment of this AU!

Deku and Toshinori go to check up on Tomura mer, when Deku realizes Peaku's been there...and he's missing. Bakugou mer would do anything for his family.... Peaku's pleas are heard, and Toshinori prepares to share his secret...

to be continued...

In yandere DabiHawks poly fics, reader is always clinging to Hawks.. I mean it's understandable. Hawks is friendlier, more open, outwardly affectionate and he's something Dabi struggles with... he's caring. But putting that aside, what if reader clung to Dabi instead 🤔

Dabi has always been intense, cerulean eyes that stare into your soul, big hands that like to grab at your throat- pull at your hair, the power to wield the brightest, bluest flames you've ever seen- and oh oh don't forget, he's not skinny and scrawny, he's packing quite a bit of muscle under his clothes. Everything about him screams, "STAY AWAY" and "RUN." But you obviously don't see the warning signs that are so blatantly there or you just really don't care, Dabi's not sure yet. Hawks despises it though, he's the hero, the good guy- he protects civilians from people like Dabi for fucks sake, so why do you cling to Dabi so fucking much, hm? Anytime they both come home Hawks hugs you and while you do reciprocate, it's half-assed. Giving him a loose hug before twisting out of his grip to run towards Dabi and jump on him, basically making out with him while Hawks has too watch and sneer. "Hey babydoll, you miss me, hm? You nod at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him, fisting at Dabis hair to keep him close. Dabi chuckles, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he opens his eyes to stare at Hawks, the ladder scoffs and walks away. At first, when Hawks and Dabi come to the agreement to share you and had taken you away, brought you to Hawks nice penthouse with a beautiful overlook of the city, Hawks was so sure you would favor him. It had taken you a little while to even warm up to them but for you to cling to Dabi when he was so mean to you at first pisses Hawks off and you make it so obvious you prefer Dabi. You don't even kiss Hawks, just a peck before he leaves for work and then you're bouncing over to Dabi with a gleam in your eye, plopping down on his lap as Hawks leaves more irritated then before. Hawks couldn't even explain how many times he's come home from an exhausting day of hero work to see you riding Dabi, grinding down on his cock as you whine like a bitch in heat, screaming Dabis name, begging to cum on Dabis cock.. but no, no, never Hawks. The only reason you let him kiss you is because you're so cock drunk on Dabi that you don't notice. Head thrown back as you whine, eyes screwed shut tightly with your nails making pretty red lines on Dabis chest. That's one of the only times Hawks can kiss you and even then, Dabi still smirks in his face, cause he knows, he knows you don't really like Hawks and he uses that. Dabi will fuck you over the kitchen table, timing your orgasm to when Hawks walks through the door. Just for him to scowl as you scream for Dabi. For the months you've been here, Hawks has never fucked you by himself, Dabi is always in the room or even inside you. You don't make a fuss when Hawks makes out with your pussy only because Dabi has you occupied with his tongue in your mouth and a hand around your throat. "There you go baby, letting the little hero eat your pretty pussy, huh?" Hawks glances up at you from his place between your legs, you nod at Dabi, not looking away from him as you continue to kiss him, licking at his tongue. That. That shit pisses off Hawks, he's taking the time out of his day to make your pretty pussy cum for and you don't even look at him. That won't fly with Hawks and he makes sure you know that as he slaps your clit a couple times. It has you keening backwards, into Dabis chest, whining out as you attempt to arch away. "You disrespectful bitch, I'm eating your pussy, making you cum in my mouth and all you can say is Dabi.. are you fuckin serious slut?" He pushes himself up from his stomach, grabbing you by your throat to pull you towards him. "You're so far up his fucking ass you won't even kiss me, won't tell me you love me or even hug me.. but you'll do all that and more for that prick, won't you bitch?" You try to thrash around, reaching towards Dabi and whining for him but that just pisses Hawks off more. Hawks pulls you towards the edge of the bed and pins you down. "You'll learn to love me angel, I'll make sure of that."

random idea: the paparazzi take photos of Bakugou while he is naked in the courtyard of his mansion. The photos are viral all around the world, trends everywhere (imagine PopCrave tweeting about that, lol). The it tophic with the most viral tweet exceeds 600,000 likes since obviously what caught the most attention was the immense, almost inhuman Bakugou's cock size: almost 8 inches without even being hard. The only question everyone is asking is how the hell it will be while being hard.

But Bakugou is surprisingly chill about this, proud even. He logs into his Twitter account for the first time ever, which was created and managed by his public relations team (I don't know how it's called) and simply tweets:

"My wife owns that." The bastard even has it pinned on his profile. It doesn't take long for it to be his most liked tweet and with the time reach one million likes. Other weeks of trends about him...But also about his girl. She's lucky asf.

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ SHAMELESS KATSUKI ENJOYERRR!! happy chinese new year to anyone who celebrates it btw 💜💜

you storm into the living room, phone clutched in your hand, cheeks burning as you glare at your husband lounging on the couch, scrolling through his own phone like he didn’t just set the internet on fire over his soft, 8 inch dick.

“you—” you point at him accusingly, eyes wild. “you absolute fucking bastard.”

katsuki glances up from his phone, his expression is the definition of being so fucking smug. “what is it, sweetheart?”

“oh, i don't know, katsuki. maybe its the fact that the entire world just saw your dick, and instead of just, oh, i don’t know, taking legal action or being embarrassed, you tweeted—” you glance at your phone to quote him exactly, voice going pitches higher with each word. “‘my wife owns that.’ and pinned it.”

his lips twitch, but he keeps it cool. “and?"

you gape at him. “and?! katsuki, the world has seen you naked! and instead of being mad or contacting your pr team about this, you’re out here, tweeting this shit, like you’re proud of it!”

his smirk only widens. “tch, ‘cause i am proud.” he leans back, stretching, muscles flexing like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “not my fault the whole world can’t handle what you get every night.”

your brain short-circuits. “oh my god.”

you knew he was shameless, but this? this is a whole new level. and what makes it worse are the comments. thousands of people speculating, thirsting, straight-up praying to be in your place.

you whimper dramatically. “the comments, katsuki. the comments.”

he tilts his head, feigning innocence. “what about ‘em?”

“people keep saying i must be the luckiest woman alive,” you mutter, glancing at other tweets with an ungodly number of likes, like ”his wife must be the happiest woman on earth” or "the girl must’ve saved a nation in her past life", followed by an entire thread of inappropriate lewd theories (some were true).

katsuki snickers. “well, they ain’t wrong.”

you slap his arm, face on fire. “stop! have you really no shame?"

“none,” he grins before finally putting his phone down, sitting up, his arms resting on his knees. “why? you mad, sugar?”

“no! i mean—well, i should be! do you have any idea what people are saying about me?"

“yeah, they’re saying you’re lucky as fuck. and they’re right.”

you groan, rubbing your temples in frustration. “they’re also saying things like ‘she must be getting split in half every night’ or ‘"his wife must be in heaven every night'."

he throws his head back in a full laugh. “good. let ‘em know.”

you smack his arm. “katsuki!”

he chuckles and reaches for you, catching your wrist and tugging you down onto his lap with such ridiculous ease. “why’re you gettin’ so worked up, huh? it’s the truth.” his voice drops lower as he leans in. “and they don’t even know half of it.”

you groan, burying your face again in his chest. “i hate you.”

“nah,” he murmurs, nipping at your neck. “you know you love me, sugar.”

and damn it, you do. but you’ll never admit it right now—not when he's kissing you down your neck, pressing what the internet has been buzzing about against your damp panties. especially not when he’s being the most shameless, loving husband on the planet.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

Gift for a friend that made a awesome thread on Twitter ^^

https://x.com/kacchansun/status/1881425504064135589?t=nCBI188XmkX3m6YXUTXLFw&s=19

WAAAAIITT CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT SW!READER AND FATGUM A LITTLE MORE🥺 im eating these up wow but her quirk is so interesting!

Since she knows all the heroes in the area— I’m thinking there’s like a day where she somehow runs into Fatgum on the clock, whether that is passing by or maybe she had a run in with one of those people she owns money to and he helps her out but when she catches his scent, everything just clicks? I can imagine she’s memorized his scent by now with how many times they’ve spent together🥺

I think its a rare night off for her.

a client had been too rough with her, bruised her face too much to cover under make up. can't work if the clients aren't willing to fuck you, so the boss let her off, just until the healer could come by.

so she spends the night walking through the food market her boxer recommended, trying the foods he mentioned.

she catches his scent halfway through the night. She shouldn't let him see her like this, but the temptation to see him in real life, in real clothes-