Lesbian AU & Vigilante Kirishima AU Mixed Together, Reblog If You Too Would Crawl Back To Fem Kirishima’s

seros been eyeing you up all night- he does it everytime mina brings you along to one of their house partys- minas pretty coworker.

eventually- after catching sero staring for the eighth time that night, mina asks you why you won’t go for it “refuse to be one of hantas whores-” maybe it’s the way you slur when you say it, or the way the words kind of play together but your quip forces you and mina into fits of giggles and the topic is quickly forgotten.

when sero overhears it he can’t even fight the frown it sets on his face- a punch to the gut. sure, maybe he had a bit of a reputation but it’s not like that with you? had you truly thought his constant compliments and lost stares were purely just because he wanted in your pants?

and maybe that’s a part of it- infact it definitely is. but sero hasn’t been able to think of anyone but you while he fucks his fist for months and he knows that has to mean something.

Luci interacting with the other sins.

‘Haven’t posted art in a while so have this old thing from my files

it is never too late to simplé take a nap for 18 hours

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

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MINTYYY WHAT HAPPENED NEXT YOU NEED TO PUT YOUR WHOLEE PUSSY INTO ITTTT THAT WAS SO HOT 🗣️🗣️

cont. of sex pollen/fuck or die. noncon.

The fever pitch keeps rising.

Sweat keeps your bodies slick, sliding across each other as Iida trusts into you, again and again. There's no purchase for your fingers to find, no grip for you to fight with.

No, that you want to fight it. Not anymore.

"Mm. Mm. Mm." The sound escapes you every time his hips slap against yours. He doesn't fuck you like your boyfriend does, soft and loving and caring. No, it's rough and staccatoed, forceful in the way that takes your breath away. You run your fingers through the crop of his hair, short hairs rough against your palm.

"Needed this," Iida pants. "Needed you."

Your body quivers with it, tense and tight with want. The thickness of his cock hurts, but your pussy keeps dripping, keeps pulsing-

"I think about you when I'm alone," Hr speaks into your mouth. "Every time I cum, it's for you. I can't help it, I can't help it-"

Your teeth catch his lip and close-- hard. He whines at the contact, but doesn't pull away. Blood blossoms on your tongue and the taste rings through your, hazing your thoughts even more.

You should yell or scream or remind him that you have a boyfriend.

Instead, you wrap your arms around him and dig your nails in, pulling his body right into yours.

"Cum for me," you beg. "Fuck, cum for me."

And he does. It's brutally hot, seated so deep inside you that you can feel it burn behind your belly button. Each pulse feels like too much, too much, too much, dripping and sliding and roasting--

The string inside you breaks and you cum, so hard that it rips the air from your lungs.

"Oh, god, oh, shit, oh-" You're so dizzy you can barely hear him, so high that you can't understand-- "You cum so pretty, cum so good. "

His hand fumble at your shoulders, trying to prop himself for leverage-

"Do it again," Iida begs. "Do it again-"

And you do.

Again.

And again.

And again.

you hook up with izuku drunkenly at someone’s birthday party and it’s not even that you regret it in the morning it’s just that your post nut clarity hits that you slept with the boy you’ve known since pre-k all because of a couple of drinks and when he wakes up you’re still freaking out and you make him pinky promise that this won’t mess with your friendship, “izuku do you hear me? we are NOT going to be that pair of sad best friends that fucks everything up just because of sex. sex is nothing. we’re never gonna do it again, so we’ll be fine right?” and the whole time he’s nodding along with wide, glassy eyes not listening to a goddamn thing you’re saying because he’s been in love with you since middle school, and last night you said you loved him, too. granted he was inside of you, and he said it first, but you said it back, and by that point it was well after one in the morning so the only thing you two were drunk on were each other. it’s probably why the very next day he is at your doorstep with a notebook in hand and a grin on his face that’s something right in between cocky and sweet when he says “i think we should sleep together again. and before you say no, i made a list about why 😁 number one: we’re really good at it. number two—”

Partially Deaf Katsuki Headcanon

When you force him to watch your rom-com shows that he doesn't like, he turns his hearing aids down to the lowest possible setting. It's just loud enough for him to hear you if you say something right next to him, but low enough that everything on the TV sounds like mumbles. He’d much rather focus on cuddling, and you begin to think, "Wow, he must actually be starting to like these movies." But in reality, no—he can’t hear a single thing and definitely hasn’t been paying attention to the plot. He’s just content cuddling and staring off into space while spooning you on the couch. He pretends to watch these movies just to make you happy.

okokokokok so i immediately brainrotted after seeing the tags on @rueclfer 's post and honestly, why not have some self indulgent dad!keigo???? bye this was AUGH.

since your daughter was a year and a half old, she's been babbling nonstop. just like her father. she constantly talks, and keigo encourages it-- unfortunately. most nights it takes over an hour for her to go to bed because she wants to debrief to her dad about the day she's had, and then ask about his-- even if she doesn't listen to it.

by four years old, she was able to hold a steady gossip session with keigo every night.

korra is currently weaving inbetween the two of you while you make a joint effort to make dinner-- keigo had already told her twice to go back in the living room with her toys and whatever movie was on the television; but she was keen on staying right inbetween the both of you. you can hear his teeth grit before the third "korra." leaves his mouth.

your daughter is standing in front of the fridge, her blonde curls pulled into pigtails that have since been mussed from a day of play and naps. she's holding her duck plushie that keigo gifted her weeks ago tight against her body, chewing on a random plastic toy of hers-- she's in the way and she knows it, with the way she stares up at her father when he reaches for the handle.

"korra, baby, you need to move," keigo tries to be gentle, but it's clear he's starting to loose his paitence.

there's a brief silence, and then your daughter points to a random sticky note on the fridge and says, "keigo."

her pronunciation is way off. 'key-go' is what came out, but it's clear she tried purely based off reading what was in front of her. she looks proud of herself-- a wide toothy grin on her expression that contrasts heavily with keigo's frozen stature.

you're not sure what he's thinking. his hand is loose on the fridge handle, and you swore some of the color drained from his face.

"korra, give daddy a minute, yeah? let mommy get you a snack and watch the movie?"

keigo's hand releases from the handle and jolts like your voice pressed a reset button to his whole system. he watches you lead your daughter from the kitchen, but it's impossible to miss to confusion and concern laced in your gaze and expression as you round the corner, your eyes trained on him until you leave.

keigo's not against his real name as much anymore. sure, to the public he's still hawks, and he's the president of the commission and a war hero and all that-- but to you; he's your husband, the love of your life, the missing puzzle piece, your favorite piece of work-- keigo.

that's a name reserved only for you. a name he's had to get used to hearing again, and had to learn to like. and he loves the way you say his name. so sweetly, sometimes scolding-- when the two of you banter with each other-- (when you moan it) but it took him a while to come back around to it.

when you return back to the kitchen after getting korra situated, keigo sighs at the gentle touch of your hand against the small of his back. "'m sorry," he mumbles almost immediately.

"for what?"

"reacting like that," keigo sets the utensil in his hand down and places both of his hands palm down on the counter. he bows his head a little and chews on the inside of his lip before continuing. "i'm not upset with her."

"i didn't think you were," you respond hesitantly, rubbing soothing circles against his spine over the fabric of his shirt. after a couple beats of silence, you speak up again. "what're you thinkin'?"

keigo sighs again, but he's not tense as he was before. loose, relaxed-- comfortable. he picks up the knife he was using earlier and continues to chop the vegetables as he was. "i'm okay with it. key-go. eventually she'll learn to say it right."

the corner of your mouth lifts a bit. "and if she doesn't?" your voice is light, teasing.

"guess i'll be key-go along with keigo," he shrugs after the words leave his mouth, feigning nonchalance, but you can tell its genuine. he's okay with it.

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Now for the real fun! While I have the main beats of the fight planned, Bakugou's other quirks aren't set in stone, so I'm welcoming suggestions.

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