SALEM

ᯓ★ salem 𑣲 8teen ⸝⸝ african american ⸝⸝ she/her ⸝⸝ hetero ⸝⸝ pisces ⸝⸝ lover girl ⸝⸝ drake fanatic ⸝⸝ hawks sexy wife ⸝⸝ gojos bm ⸝⸝ katsukis good girl !

ᯓ★ warnings 𑣲 this blog is both sfw & nsfw and they will be labeled accordingly. black!fem reader centered, that will never not be specified.

ᯓ★ i always accept requests 𑣲 so don’t be shy sexy butt! ;)

ᯓ ★ links 𑣲

masterlist! guidelines & rules !

★ guidelines

i write urban au’s, nothing i write will ever be canon. so do not come at me telling me that a certain character wouldn’t act a certain way because ion curr, i write how i wanna write.

all characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise.

don’t shoot me but most works will be katsuki x black! reader (cause thats my man durr)

reader WILL ALWAYS BE BLACK. DO NOT REQUEST OTHERWISE thangya.

stories may include heavy & mature themes (swearing, emotional scenes, smoking & drinking, etc)

★ requests

my requests are always open

when you’re requesting make sure to:

request one shots or short stories

take note that i mostly write urban au’s, if you request canon au i will try my best!

i will write:

urban au’s

friends to lovers

slow burn (even tho my patience is buns)

hurt/comfort

jealousy

cheating (sorry lol)

soft smut/hard smut

i will NOT write:

non-black reader

incest

pregnancy (maybe idk)

bodily fluid kinks (yuck)

★ rules

do not rush me

do not take/copy my work

do not translate my work without permission

hate ≠ construction criticism

★ interactions

likes and reblogs are heavily appreciated

dont be weird in my mf inbox

be respectful to me and other readers

always lookin for moots!

★ disclamer

i do not my my hero academia or any other anime i may right about, nor do i own the characters.

ᯓ★ mha sfw 𑣲 sexy chef - katsuki b , professional - katsuki b

ᯓ★ mha nsfw 𑣲

you’re in the kitchen lookin’ sexy as fuck. white tank top on with no bra, little black booty shorts, extra small knotless braids in a claw clip, messy edges, and the pink hello kitty apron he bought you for your birthday. he’s in heaven.

you’re cutting up tomatoes for your homemade tacos, and you’re just slowly swaying to the beat of diamond boy by sza playing lowly on the alexa, and he’s just staring.

you can feel him burning holes into the back of your skull, and maybe your ass. “stop staring at me, creep.” you tease, smiling at him from over your shoulder.

“i can’t look at my girl now? i’m just admiring the view, baby.” he says, getting up to stand behind you. long, muscular arms wrapping around your waist.

“mhm, sure,” you mumble lowly, still cutting.

“tacos smell good, just like you,” he murmurs, planting small kisses on your neck and shoulder.

you can feel your face get warm.

“katsuki, stop! you’re distracting me! sit down!” you say, pushing him off playfully.

“aw m’sorry baby, i just couldn’t help myself. you just look sooo pretty, mama,” he smirks, eyes trailing all over you.

“i know katsuki. thank you katsuki, you’ve said it 100 times already,” you smile, shaking your head. you take the small portion of cut tomatoes over to the tacos and sprinkle them on, as well with the shredded cheese and lettuce.

“food’s ready, love,” you say, bringing the tray with the tacos on it over to the island katsuki sitting at.

he looks at the food, then you, then the food again, then you again and gets up from the stool.

“boy, are you okay?” you say, looking at him with your eyebrow raised.

he puts his hands on your waist, pulls you closer, and gives you exactly 3 long kisses on the lips, moving down to your neck.

you sigh heavily.

“i don’t know… if i wanna eat these tacos…or you,” he says in between kisses.

“katsuki!” you yelp, pulling his head up.

“you’re so silly. i didn’t make these for no reason kat,” you pout.

he smiles softly, “mm, m’sorry baby, let’s eat,” he says leaning down to give you a peck on the lips.

“i can eat you after tho, right?” he GENUINELY asks.

you look at him for a second before doing a giggly-sigh.

“sure, katsuki. make sure you brush your teeth tho.”

“fuck yes!” he yells, making you jump. he grabs 2 plates from the cabinet and the tray of tacos and goes to the dining room.

that man is such a freak for your pretty ass, it’s insane.

he's got you sat up on the bathroom sink, snugged in between your thighs with a nyx lip liner pencil in the shade “dark brown” in his hand and your chocolate brown fenty gloss on the counter.

“don't fuck my lips up ki’ they're my best feature.” you pout your plump lips at him.

he scoffs, “whatever, I know what m’doin-” he gently starts to trace over the outline of your slightly dry lips, just so the liner would apply better.

he’s so memorized by you. he loves your pretty face, every single feature. your cute nose, plump and full lips, your beautiful eyes—he loves it all.

“y’so pretty, baby..” he whispers as he finishes your bottom lip, reaching for the gloss.

“aw, katsuki, you think im pretty?” you smile at him, already knowing that he does.

he scoffs at you and mumbles a little “duh” under his breath. he opens up the gloss and applies it to your top lip, then eventually your bottom. he personally thinks he nailed that shit.

he grabs you by your thighs and lifts you off the sink so you could see yourself in the mirror. “see baby? i told you i was a fuckin professional.”

“okay, baby, i see you! you did good!” you’re cheesing so hard in the mirror because he did such a good job; he might’ve done a better job than you ever could.

you turn to face him to give him a kiss without realizing it would mess up your lips.

“y/n! you ruined my hard fuckin work,” he raises his voice a little in surprise.

“oops..” you whisper, staring at your lip combo on his lips.

“i guess we twinnin’ now, baby.”

“please shut up,” he says with a smile. this man really loves you down, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.