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underrated thing about expedition 33 is that one of the characters has like the coolest weapon, a scythe. And your like ok. What’s the reason. There has to be some cool reason. And it’s actually just because she’s a farmer.
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idk why people are still trying to do "hear me out"s on tumblr
you could talk about wanting to fuck the space needle on here and people would still call you a poser for insisting on fucking "conventionally attractive architecture" as if that's a coherent, easily-recognizable category
mutuals can always dm me but be warned i talk like your coworker who is trying too hard to get to know you and my response times are akin to the response times you might get if we were communicating by letter
Ok hear me out: Pro Hero Bakugo but he comes home to his partner in one of those cute but provocative costume/cosplays of HIS hero costume😭 idk i feel like it would be funny
COSTUMES ✶ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
── ✶ before you read: 1k words ; fem reader ; established relationship ; raunchy fem clothing ; suggestive ending ; bakugou carries reader ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ wait hang on lets let u cook bc u cooked. except i admit i didnt make it funny i made him hot n bothered bc i think thats excatly what he'd be skdjfh
Katsuki comes home from morning patrol tired. Dead tired.
His arms ache from his quirk. His head pounds from the sounds of his own explosions. His eyes are heavy from waking up so early, and fuck—he’s so tired. It’s been a long day. It’s been a long week, if he’s being honest, really. So Katsuki comes home tired, and he’s going to curl up with you in bed, and he’s going to take a nap first thing before anything else. That’s all he’s going to do.
Except he walks into your shared home and you don’t greet him. Weird. He walks over to your shared bedroom, and the door is locked. Even weirder.
Then he hears your giggle, and he sighs. “Baby, whatever shenanigans you got goin’ today, m’fuckin’ exhausted—do ‘em another day. Swear I won’t say nothin’ when you do, just let me—”
Your voice is muffled through the door as you interrupt him and sing, “Close your eyes.”
“Why?” He groans, resting his forehead against the door tiredly. “Am I gonna regret goin’ along with this?”
“No. Maybe. I don’t think so….you know what—just do it, Kats!”
“Fine, fuck,” he grumbles, “so bossy. My eyes are closed. Now what?”
“Do you promise they’re closed?”
“Yes,” he says wearily.
“Do you promise that you promise?”
“Baby,” he says exasperatedly, “are we really gonna do this? Yes—I promise that I promise that I promise. Now open the door and—”
You open the door, and he catches his balance from losing the stability of resting against the wood. His eyes remain closed as you let him in because if he dares open them and ruin whatever scheme you have going, he thinks hell will break loose. You’ve always had a flair for the dramatics, after all. And he’s not going to risk making the pounding in his head any worse than it already is, so he keeps those eyes carefully shut.
“Good,” you hum, satisfied. “They’re closed.”
“Callin’ me a liar?” He grumbles. “Now what’s this about, hah?”
“Okay,” you giggle, “I got something in the mail. I think you’ll like it,” you coo, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his jaw. He melts fractionally at the touch of your lips. “I think you’ll really like it. Maybe. I hope.”
“If this is a surprise, it doesn’t sound too promising,” he says under his breath. You smack his chest in response, and he practically sulks. “Just sayin’. You don’t sound too confident.”
“Well, you’re a tough crowd,” you huff, “so you never know.”
“Well, you—”
He’s cut off with his hands being taken into yours, being pulled over to your hips. He pauses, feeling bare skin under his palms. Well, some bare skin. There’s fabric there too, but…clearly not a lot. He’s starting to see where this is going, he thinks.
“S’that a new set?” His lips curl into a grin, eyes still obediently closed. “Fuck, princess—of course I’d love this surprise. Why wouldn’t I? Love anything on you.”
“Not exactly the sort of set you’re thinking of,” you hum. “But close.”
“Can I open my eyes now?”
“Say please.”
“Please. Happy, you little fuckin’ tease?”
“Okay, fine,” you pretend to sigh, caving. “You can open them.”
His eyes open, and Katsuki is…well, he’s speechless, that’s for sure. He has no brainpower for words. Only enough to keep his eyes trailing over your body as he takes in the sight—and fuck, is it a sight.
Most of the time, when kids wear costumes inspired by him, he thinks they’re little brats. Kind of cute brats that he’s admittedly a little fond of deep down, but brats all the same. This, on the other hand, is not a child’s costume with cheap fabric, nor is it anything of the sort that snot-nosed brats would wear.
No.
This rendition of his costume consists of the upper half of it being basically reduced to a bra—black fabric covered with lace that sits against your skin, while bright orange straps cross over your breasts in the unmistakable shape of his signature X emblazoned across his torso. The matching shorts (that are, by all means, very short) sit high on your hips, trimmed with orange embroidery and sheer black mesh. Dark green garter straps circle your thighs, mimicking the harnesses on his hero costume before disappearing into lace-topped stockings.
He blinks. Once. Then twice. Then again. And then his breath hitches terribly loud.
“Do you like it?” You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press a line of kisses along his jaw. He shivers under your touch. “Thought maybe we could match.”
“S’not gonna help you much in a fight bein’ dressed like this,” he croaks, voice shakier than he has the pride to admit.
“Well, I don’t know,” you grin cheekily, “maybe I’ll drop the villains dead by being the hottest hero around, even if I can’t be the most explosive.”
“No villains are seein' you like this,” he huffs, giving your hips a squeeze as he adds, “I'll kill 'em first.”
“So you admit my costume would make for a banger debut, huh?”
“Fuck, baby, you’re killin’ me here,” he groans, burying his head into your neck. He presses soft, lingering kisses to the skin as his hands trail from your hips to the small of your back, pulling you forward and flush against his body. “M’not even gonna ask where the fuck you bought this, or how you even found it in the first place. Fuckin' crazy is what you are.”
“Nice little website that got advertised to me. There was a Deku version, too—”
He picks you up, making a low, dissatisfied sound in the back of his throat as his fingers dig into your ass, carrying you to the bed. He drops you onto the mattress, hovering over you as he pins your hands over your head. His eyes are dark, glinting with arousal and desire and challenge all at once.
“Oh yeah? Well, good thing for you, sweetheart, you got the real deal right here to prove you bought the better costume.”
Katsuki is no longer all that tired. He has enough energy to make his day just a little longer.
he is going to get the lay of his life, and sleep very soundly so in the end, im sure he will get exactly what he wanted in the first place. all is well!
peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it
peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it
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You actually have the day off. No hero work, no plans made, no house chores needing done. A full day with nothing to do.
Izuku was at work leaving you at your apartment alone and bored out of your mind. Laying on the couch watching the random movie that was on while playing on your phone just waiting for your boyfriend to return.
You two didn’t live together, but for how often he was at yours or you at his; you practically were. He had his own dresser drawers, toothbrush and toothpaste and even a couple pairs of shoes sitting at the door.
The thought of living together made your heart warm and a smile blossom on your face.
Ping!
Zuku <3 : Hey y/n! I’m at lunch right now, do you have a second?
Instead of answering him with a text, you call. Him picking up on the first ring.
“Is everything okay?” You ask while sitting up on the couch, the movie playing completely forgotten about.
“Oh yeah everything is fine honey. Just missed your voice is all.”
“I’ve missed you too Izuku. I’m so bored without you here.”
he laughs, “I’ll be home before you know it. I just have 1 class left to teach.”
You smile at his words, “Home?”
“Oh uh..yeah…home.” He chuckles nervously on the other end.
“You know you practically live here already Zuku.”
“Y-Yeah but I don’t want to overstep y/n or make you uncomfortable!”
You laugh at his defense, “I want you to live with me. I love having you here and being around you all the time. I love having you around zuku.”
You hear him take a breath before you hear the bell ring in the background, “Shoot I have to go y/n. We’ll pick this up when I get home okay?”
You smile, “Okay, see you soon!”
“Bye honey, I love you.”
Click.
Your phone frozen at your ear, heart beating rapidly and a flutter in your stomach.
I love you.
He said “I love you.”
“Holy fuck.”
You drop your phone and stare at the tv. The word replaying over and over in your head. He didn’t mean to say that..no, it just came out. It happens right? Right?
Time passed quickly while you were frozen on the couch because before you know it you hear the front door open and shut. Snapping you out of your state.
“Y/n?”
You get up and greet Izuku by the door, “Hey, welcome home.”
He smiles softly at you, “Hi baby.”
You note his ears are red and his cheeks flushed a slight nervous look in his eyes, “How was your last class?”
He grabs your hands and pull you into a warm embrace, “It was fine. How was it here?”
“Fine..totally fine,” you say into his chest. His heart beating erratically against the side of your face.
“Is-Is everything okay?” He pulls away slightly and looks down at you.
You stare at him while fiddling with the button on his suit jacket, “You said something on the phone…”
He doesn’t make eye contact with you, “Did I? Huh I don’t remember.”
You step back and just stare at him. He squirms under your gaze and scratches the back of his neck, “O-Okay maybe I did say something. But I don’t want you to say it back just because I said it so I didn’t mean it. Unless of course you feel the same way then I t-totally meant it because I do. I-I do love you y/n, but again if you don’t feel that way then that’s totally okay! I don’t want to-”
You laugh at his rambling, “Izuku.”
He stops and stares at you his cheeks red and hair a mess from running his hand through it, “Of course I love you.”
He freezes before a megawatt smile takes over his face, “Really? Do you really?”
You shake your head and wrap your arms around his neck, “I really do.”
He wraps his arms around your waist effectively picking you up, “Ha! Oh my gosh!”
You laugh and pepper kisses all over his face before he sits you back down.
“You love me?” He asks breathlessly.
You look at him. His beautiful eyes filling with unshed tears, his face warm and pink, a smile softly taking over.
You smile, “I love you Izuku.”
He blinks, a small tear leaving his eye which you wipe away and caress his face, “I love you y/n.”
He cups your face with one of his hands while the other grabs your hip before softly capturing your lips.
You pull away a second later, “So, are you moving in or what?”
sluttyteacherIzuku! who was the literal embodiment of the phrase “sweet guys with big dicks”. he would fuck you so hard, knees pressed against your chest, tight little hole stretched around his fat cock as you full on cried and sobbed from how deliciously he was stretching you. Your sweet hole throbbed with each merciless thrust, squelching and queefing as your slick dripped onto the base of his cock and onto the green comforter. Yet still, he wiped your tears with his calloused thumb, kissing your lips and face softly with a big smile on his face. “c’mon, love. one more. you can squirt for me, y’know you can.” he groaned so sweetly, acting completely oblivious to your overstimulation and the fact he wouldn’t make you cum till you squirted all over his cock.
sluttyteacherIzuku! who DID NOT value the words “there’s a time and a place for everything” because he would carelessly have you under his hardwood desk, sucking on his fat, flushed tip and palming his dick, fingers running over the veins and toying with his balls as he slightly squirmed during his very important zoom meeting. Or, he would sneak you into his office during a lunch or smoke break, bending you over his desk, sunlight seeping through the curtains as they blew from the open window, groaning at the sight of your fat ass recoiling and rippling with each thrust before taking another puff of his cigarette.
sluttyteacherIzuku! Who had a really bad slapping and degrading kink if it wasn’t obvious already. He’d purposely rile you up during arguments for you to take your anger out on him, smirking as he felt your little palm strike his cheek as you cussed him out. He would even wrap a crumpled piece of notebook paper around his length and use it to jerk him off during late night marking sessions in his office when the thought of you slapping him up and calling him the nastiest things came to mind. He loved being belittled. He loved it when you shoved his head deeper into your glistening cunt as you called him the most sluttiest names known to man. If he was alone, all needy and whining in his office, he’d pinch his nipples through his white button up to stimulate the pain he needed. If that wasn’t enough, he would use cock slapping and voice note sending as a last resort, smacking his flushed veiny nine inches that dripped with his preccum, whispering the most dirtiest things to himself, moaning and deep grunts and pretending you were there to slut shame him. “fuuuck I’m such a—smack— whore. s’feels sooo—smack— good n/n. pick up the fuckin’ phone baby.” He’d whine all high pitched, smacking him self a few more times before he’d cum all over the papers he was grading.
