ShadowWolf's den

i think we should bring this back (with some amendments ofc) if we ever needed an "internet etiquette" for the younger generations, now is the moment to remind them. purity culture kills fandom

as well as the three laws of fandom:

happy pride! remember that being a transgender is everything but fiction. there are so many real historical figures from every century about whose transgender identities we aren't even aware of

shouta "don't worry i'll make it fit" aizawa does a poor job of convincing you when he can barely get the first half of his cock inside the first time.

the last thing he wanted was to come across as arrogant, but figured he should warn you about his size in advance. he knows you're stubborn - that no matter how many women he tells you he'd split in half, you insist his cock can't be that intimidating.

your bravado collapses instantly when he tugs his sweatpants down his hips. he's beyond massive - not even one inch inside and the fat head of his cock is making your head spin. "just the head, baby. think you can relax for me?" he grits his teeth, aware he can't rough you up just yet no matter how good your wet cunt feels.

"thought you could just mock me earlier?" he shoves your face into his mattress, his other hand flush against your lower back. "you're a mess and i haven't even got my tip in. how weak is that?" he couldn't lie - nothing was more blissful to him than pussy, especially one like yours who would soak a man's cock at the slightest bit of pressure on her clit.

The dim light of the room was dominated by the glow of the dual monitors, casting sharp blue and orange hues across Katsuki’s focused face. He was leaned forward, his headset clamped tight over his ears, his fingers flying across the keyboard and mouse with a violent, practiced precision.

And you were right there, seated squarely on his lap, your legs draped over the armrests of the gaming chair. You were completely bare beneath him, and he was buried deep inside you, his thick, pulsing length filling you completely. He wasn't moving—not yet. He was simply using you as a living, breathing sheath, keeping you pinned to him while he focused on the match.

The feeling was agonizingly perfect. The warmth of his cock inside you was overwhelming, and every time he shifted his weight to adjust his posture, he slid just a fraction deeper, making you catch your breath.

"Cover the left flank! You idiots, move your asses!" Katsuki barked into the mic, his voice loud and commanding.

You let out a soft, shaky moan, rubbing your hips in a slow, circular motion against him. You felt him stiffen instantly, his breathing hitching.

"Stop it," he hissed under his breath, though he didn't push you away. In fact, he gripped your waist tighter, his fingers bruising your skin as he forced you to stay pressed firmly against him.

"Why?" you whispered, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, your voice a teasing contrast to the chaos happening in his headset. "Am I distracting you, Katsuki?"

"You're a fucking nuisance," he growled, though his voice had lost some of its edge, replaced by a thick, heavy lust.

On the other end of the mic, his teammates were shouting, their voices tinny and distorted. "Bakugo! What's going on? Why are you lagging? Get the objective!"

Katsuki let out a frustrated tsk, his hips giving a sudden, involuntary twitch upward into you. You gasped loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room, your back arching as you clamped down on him.

"Fuck..." he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. He didn't mute the mic. He didn't even care anymore. "I'm busy dealing with a brat who can't keep her mouth shut."

"Wait, what? Who's there? Bakugo, are you—"

Katsuki reached up and abruptly slammed the mute button, a smirk playing on his lips as he finally looked at you. His eyes were blown wide, dark with a hunger that made your stomach flip.

"You think you're real funny, don't you?" he rasped, his voice vibrating against your chest. "Think you can just ride me while I'm trying to win and get away with it?"

"I think you're enjoying it too much to actually be mad," you challenged, grinding your hips down hard, feeling him throb inside you.

"You're fucking right," he groaned, his composure finally snapping. He abandoned the controls, the game forgotten as he gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, creating a gap for just a second before slamming you back down onto him with a force that made the chair creak.

"God, you're so tight," he breathed, his head falling back as he began to drive into you in earnest, his movements fast and punishing. "Just stay right here. Keep warming me up... until I fucking break you."

You screamed his name, your hands clutching at his shoulders as the rhythm became frantic. He wasn't just playing a game anymore; he was playing with your body, and he was determined to win.

You fucking Katsuki with a strap-on⬇️

They're the ONLY surviving NONDAMAGED form of the show. In the late 90s, the masters from which the show is printed were damaged with a red-pink hazy filter.

So. Good luck buying them even if you find them. They're some of the most valuable collector's items in the entire franchise.

Without piracy, there would be NO UNDAMAGED COPIES OF SAILOR MOON AVAILABLE TO ANYONE ANYWHERE, PERIOD.

ETA: Because these undamaged copies are how you colour correct the uncensored ones.

dkbk x reader

for the past hour izuku has watched katsuki drool over you while you talk to your friends and sway to the music. he’s tried to brush it off and try to turn katsuki’s attention anywhere else but he won’t budge.

“stop staring at her like that.” izuku mumbles into his cup.

“like what?” katsuki glides his eyes back over to izuku.

“like you wanna fuck her.” he glares at him over the lip of the cup.

“maybe i do.” katsuki grins.

“she’s my girlfriend.” izuku sets the cup down, ignoring the party going on around them.

“so? can’t share, deku?” katsuki grins, leaving his side and sauntering over to you.

izuku stares daggers into katsuki’s back, watching him stand beside you and wrap an arm around your waist. his jaw clicks when katsuki pulls you closer, hand sliding down the curve of your ass. his chest is heaving watching the way you shift on your feet and the way you jolt when katsuki squeezes the plush of your ass.

katsuki turns to him with a grin before dipping down and whispering into your ear. you turn your head and look back at izuku with round eyes and then back to katsuki. izuku can’t take his eyes off you, nostrils flaring and jaw set. he walks over to you and watches you shrink.

“izu.” you blink up at him.

“told her you wanted the three of us to get a room.” katsuki tilts his head.

“that what you want, angel?” izuku steps closer to you, trailing a finger along your jaw.

“i..” you look between them. “i dunno.” you feel heat rush to your cheeks.

“no?” izuku tilts his head. “want me to show katsuki how you like to be treated? he thinks he knows what you like better.” his thumb brushes against your lower lip, dipping down to whisper in your ear. “we can make him watch.” he grins when you clutch onto his shirt.

“mhm.” you nod, body heating instantly at the thought.

he grabs your hand and leads you down the hall, nodding at katsuki to follow you both. katsuki is a step behind you and is the one to click the door shut and turn the lock.

“go sit down.” izuku turns to katsuki.

“tch, whatever.” katsuki rolls his eyes, sinking into the desk chair.

izuku circles you, tracing his fingers up your arms, brushing your hair off your neck when he comes to stand behind you. he presses soft kisses all over your exposed skin, hands trailing over your sides and slipping under your shirt.

“see katsuki.. my sweet girl here isn’t like the girls you fuck.” izuku glances at him. “she likes when your take your time, coaxing the pleasure out, not forcing..” he brushes his thumbs over your nipples and you push back into him eyes fluttering shut.

“maybe she wants to know what it’s like to be told when and how much to cum.” katsuki sits forward.

“how many times do you cum when we’re together?” izuku kisses at your jaw.

“a lot.” you whimper when he pinches your nipples before retracting his hands. “izu.”

“shh, i know.” he starts to lift up your shirt.

katsuki watches the way you squeeze your thighs together and tremble under izuku’s touch. when he gets the first glance at your bare chest he leans forward, tongue running across his lower lip. izuku locks eyes with him as he kneads into your chest and you tip your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“izuku.” you whine.

one of his hands slips past the waist band of your skirt and you gasp. he trails one finger up your covered slit over and over until you’re thighs are clamped tight around his hand. he presses against your clit and slowly circles his fingers over the damp fabric, kissing your neck and shoulder as he works you up.

“sit back down.” your eyes snap open at izuku’s voice and see katsuki standing with raised brows before sinking back to the char. “s’okay.” he whispers to you, pressing kisses all over your neck.

his fingers move faster and your whimpers spill out of your mouth, hips desperately grinding against him begging for that release that’s so close. he doesn’t make you chase it, he offers it freely and when you soak your panties he floods you with praise and kisses until you’re almost falling to your knees.

“that’s my good girl.” he slowly slips his hand out from under you skirt. “why don’t we sit back on the bed and give katsuki a better view?” he hum.

“mhm.” you nod, eyes heavy with pleasure.

katsuki watches with dark eyes as izuku helps you out of your skirt, showing off your cute cotton panties. izuku scoots back on the bed and has you sit between his thighs with your legs on either side of his. katsuki watches as he teases you over your panties still, the way your hips jerk, how soaked they are giving him a clear outline.

“see how wet she is? don’t even have her panties off yet.” izuku grins.

“please.” you push back into him when he presses his fingers over your covered entrance. “zuku please.”

“shhhh angel. i got you.” he presses a kiss to your neck while he slowly peels your panties off.

he fists the wet cotton and locks eyes with katsuki before tossing them over to him. your knees shake when you watch katsuki shove them up to his nose and groan. you jolt when izuku’s fingers slide through your folds, pushing his middle finger into your gummy walls while grinding his palm against your clit.

“gonna jerk off with those?” izuku sneers.

“gonna whine about it if i do?” katsuki raises a brow and starts to undo his pants.

“what do you think?” izuku nudges his chin against your head as he slips a second finger in.

“yes! yeah- nghh! anything.” you nod quickly.

katsuki pulls himself out and wraps your panties around his cock and starts to stroke himself slowly. you’re trying to so hard to focus on him but your eyes flutter shut when izuku curls his fingers and grinds harder into your clit. he slowly starts to finger you faster and you’re bucking in his arms chasing after your pleasure and when you burst again katsuki groans at the mess you make all over the bed.

“that’s my good girl.” izuku peppers kisses all over your neck.

izuku scoots to the edge of the bed and sets you next to him while he pushes his pants down enough to pulls his cock out. you whine when he gabs you again and sets you back in his lap facing katsuki, he lifts your legs up to your chest, toes curling when he locks an arm behind your knees and lines himself up.

“mmmnghhh!” your head falls back as he slowly splits you open.

“deku filling you up real good?” katsuki groans from the chair.

“mmmhmm.” you nod your head before letting it fall back against izuku’s shoulder again.

he starts fucking up into you and you can’t hold back the sounds that are pulled from your chest. you’re leaking and leaving a creamy ring around izuku’s base that katsuki can’t take his eyes off of. izuku’s other hand finds your clit and you fall apart immediately, jerking in his arms as he keeps fucking into you.

“lemme fuck her.” katsuki pants.

“no.” izuku grunts.

“lemme lick her clit.” he grins when he sees izuku considering.

“want that angel?” izuku pants, fingers digging into your thigh.

“yes.” you squeeze around him.

“c’mon.” izuku nods his head at katsuki.

katsuki is on his knees between izuku’s thighs, still fisting his own cock as he leans into to suck your clit into his mouth. izuku groans when you clamp down around him, little gasps spilling from your parted lips with each flick of his tongue.

katsuki licks down around your stretched hole and izuku lets out a broken moan as katsuki’s tongue grazes against his cock. he licks your mess off of izuku, groaning at the taste and pumping himself faster. he licks back up to your clit at the same time he cups izuku’s balls with his other hand and the three of you cum all at once, a panting and sweaty mess.

“lemme fuck her.” katsuki looks up at the both of you.

“no.” izuku shakes his head with a heaving chest.

“lemme fuck you.” katsuki tilts his head.

“let me fuck you.” izuku buries his free hand in katsuki’s hair.

“as long as she sits her pretty pussy on my mouth at the same time.” katsuki grins.

A random influencer decided he'll listen to an anti cancer song on loop. People liked it enough times he ended up listening for 9 days.

He raised 90 million in these 9 days, and then 160 million more over the last 10 hours, for a total of 250 million.

Hundreds and thousands of people signed up to donate marrow.

Hundreds of celebrities shaved their heads in solidarity.

The Foundation receiving this money had to create a special commission to figure out how to distribute the money.

The national TV stations got highjacked to stream this for hours because it was better news than anything happening in the world.

Because we broke and DOUBLED the world record for this kind of thing.

They raised about as much as the biggest running charity event in Poland did in a whole year with three decades of tradition and a goddamn army of people.

Łatwogang refuses to collab with companies that only reached out to him now because of popularity or give interviews. He said any medals people wanna give them should go to the doctors and nurses and the cancer patients.

Someone offered to renovate that shabby little flat for him as a thank you. He refused.

https://www.reuters.com/business/healthcare-pharmaceuticals/polish-nine-day-charity-stream-breaks-records-support-kids-with-cancer-2026-04-27/

Just love this headline phrasing.

Poor Bakugou's just trying to watch the show he's been binging lately but your stomach is hurting and you just insist the only way to cure it is cuddling up to him and trying to get impossibly closer to him by the minute

Your head is rested on his shoulder while you're sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around you and vice versa.

It was a position you'd find yourself in a lot.

You often felt the need to be close to him at all times, you just liked being by him and surprisingly with you, he didn't mind.

One thing about Bakugou is that he's so hot, it's something that's compatible with his quirk and helped him with the process.

But it was nice for cold nights like this when you were freezing and he was your heater. He felt cozy. Warm. Like you could fall asleep right there.

One of his hands were softly rubbing your back, up and down, up and down.

It was little things like that that made you feel so happy and loved with him, he always made sure you were comfortable remembered the things you liked and how to make you feel better.

Small things were evident in things like the way he'd moved his hand to start softly massaging your head, knowing you usually got a headache along with stomach aches.

By this point you'd already fallen asleep, lulled to sleep by his comforting movements and warmth.

However, Bakugou was observant, he was training to be a hero after all, he needed to. He quickly noticed the way that your breathing started evening out after a bit

He softly smiled to himself, seeing your sleeping state, he started lowering the volume on the tv and decided to just turn it off. It was late anyways and he had classes in the morning.

A day at the beach with the bakusquad — just what you needed! The ocean welcomes you with a generous warmth as you wade deeper into the water. Waves are splashing playfully around you, the sun blazing overhead, and everything’s perfect…until you feel a sudden naked freedom.

Straight out of some crazy romcom, your bikini top has vanished. Was it a rogue wave? Happenstance? Did you not tie it tight enough?

You freeze, eyes wide as saucers. Your arms immediately cross over your chest under the surface in a defensive pose while you desperately scan the water like a hawk. No luck, there’s not a single piece of fabric in sight.

“Oi,” comes a familiar voice from behind you.

Oh, great. Of course it’s him.

You turn — well, rotate awkwardly with arms glued to your body — to see Bakugo holding a drenched piece of floral material.

“This yours?” he asks with your top dangling from his fingers, snickering when he watches your cheeks flush.

“Oh my god,” you hiss. “Yes! Gimme!”

You snatch the top from him with one hand, trying to maintain a bizarre one-armed chest cover with the other, attempting to then re-tie the bikini top. Bakugo watches you struggle, trying not to laugh in your face, and failing miserably.

“Jesus, do you want me to—“

“NO.”

He barks out an even more obnoxious laugh, that all too familiar shit-eating grin plastered on his face.  “How’re you gonna put it back on with one hand and holdin’ your tits in the other?”

You ignore him, brows scrunched and continuing your futile attempts at getting it back on. When you pull on one strap, the other slaps you in the face and tangles in your wet hair.

“I think it’s winnin’ that fight,” Bakugo comments, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking at your failure. “Lemme help, you look like a fuckin’ idiot.”

“It’s like trying to reassemble furniture blindfolded with one hand…and sharks.”

“There ain’t sharks out here,” he insists, a little too quickly.

“Okay, but I feel like I’m being hunted.”

Bakugo rolls his eyes. “Shut it and turn around. You hold it and lift your arms, I’ll tie it for ya.”

“What, so you can sneak a peek?!” You spit back with a pout on your lips.

“No one wants to see your boobs!” He argues back with a groan, splashing water in your face to mask the heat rising to his cheeks. “Meanin’ I’m doing this strictly for support. M’not some perv, you know that.”

Oh, but he was. And that’s for him to know and you to never find out.

What other choice do you have? Waddling to shore with your forearm barely holding your dignity in place while searching for one of your other friends was out of the question when Bakugo was right here. With a heavy sigh, you hand him the top and spin so your back is facing him. He holds the straps in his hands like he's been asked to diffuse a bomb.

“Okay, tie it. Left over right, then under,” you instruct.

“I know how knots work, idiot!

He fumbles when his gaze catches a glimpse of your squished cleavage, your palms holding the top against your chest in place. You feel a slight tug, then nothing, the fabric going slack and slipping off your shoulders.

“You tied a bow, didn’t you?” You sigh in annoyance.

Bakugo growls, yanking on the material a second time. “I panicked! Shut the fuck up and hold still.” 

After two more attempts, it finally holds. You give a victorious little wiggle, your chest swaying under the water and huzzah! The top stays on.

“There,” he says with a huff, turning away from you. “Don’t go losin’ it a second time.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you say with sarcasm. “Maybe I’ll just go topless next time and save us both the trouble.”

Bakugo’s glad his back is to you when his eyes bug out for a split second, able to hide the way his jaw twitches in response.

You start to paddle away, making your way to the shore to join the rest of the squad for lunch. Bakugo hangs back in the water for a beat, trying to calm his racing heart at the thought of you topless under the sun. He shakes the water from his hair, grumbling a curse under his breath.

“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about! But... how about if I'm feeling like it's the kinda day where I need my clothing to be bifurcated???"

Never fear, joggers are here!

*wild cheering* /scene

“the fuck are you talking about?” he looks at you with narrowed eyes.

“they’re just.. mmm.” you scrunch your brows and lift his shirt. “just wanna rub against em.” you push your lower lip out and trail your fingers over his abs.

“in your panties?” he raises an eyebrow.

“mm-mm.” you shake your head.

“wanna rub your pussy on my abs?” he grabs your wrist.

“yes.” you nod quickly.

“then go on.” he leans back on the pillows and rests his hands behind his head.

you pull of your panties and he clicks his tongue at you to pull off your shirt too. you straddle him with wobbling thighs as you sink down to press against his hardened muscles. you drag yourself against him once and your breath gets caught.

“katsuki.” you plant both of your hands on his chest and start to grind against him.

he flexes his abs and the gasp that leaves your lips has him hardening in his sweats. “makin a mess.” he drags his eyes down your body and looks a the sticky mess you leave behind with every jerk of your hips.

“s- sorry! feels so good.” you hump against him faster.

your nails dig into his chest as you focus on the coil building low in your tummy. he pulls his hands out from behind his head and grip onto your waist to guide your movements. one of his hands slides around and lifts up to spank your ass.

“kats!” you squeal, hips jerking.

“doin good f’me. wanna see you cum just like this.” he nods and lands another spank.

your head bows down, lips parting, thighs shaking fiercely as he flexes and clenches his muscles for your pleasure. he grinds you against him harder, fingers digging into your plush, staring up at every expression that crosses your face.

“i’m- i.. nghhhh!” your hips still and he feels you cumming all over his abs, soft whimpers and gasps slipping from your lips as you collapse against his chest.

“y’know i got a face you can ride too.” he rubs your back as you come down.

first kiss with bsf!katsuki fluff⋆｡°✩

It’s not your fault that your love language is physical touch!

And you love your friends! You love giving Ochaco hugs or giving Mina a kiss on the forehead! You like resting your head on Momo’s shoulder! But not so much with the guys. Correction—only with one very possessive, very angry Pomeranian.

Your best friend got special treatment, of course. Katsuki was basically a walking-talking heater, a literally blessing in the winters. When he’s around, you’re not allowed to cuddle into anyone else.

The man silently demanded his cheek-kisses standing there, bowing down to your height till you remember to kiss him. And that’s exactly what’s happening right now. He walked home (the UA drom that the both of you live in) from the platonic movie date he took you to, he walked you to your door, the hallways deserted but you can hear music from Jirio’s room.

Sleep deprivation

Drugs

Pretty girl

Pretty not girl

Hungry

Stressed out

It's 2 weeks before Valentine's day, and your boyfriend, Senku Ishigami (surprisingly), still hasn't asked you to be his Valentine.

With the annual decorations for the upcoming event slowly being put up, and the warmth of every nook and canny of your town drenched in little cupids and flowers, you just can't help but frown remembering Senku couldn't care less.

Valentine's was just an unreasonable excuse to kiss and give gifts. Why give you a box of chocolates when he can give you the stars?

But you like the cute idea of being asked out every once and a while.

So you start to allude little ideas into his head.

"Look at this."

You flip your phone from your view to his, showing him a short video of a man holding up flowers and chocolates for his girlfriend as he asks her to be his Valentine.

"Yeah, what about it?"

You purse your lips, "It's cute."

"It's cringe."

The second time you attempt to plant a little seed into his ginormous brain wasn't so successful either.

"Woah! Crocheted flowers!" You point out a small stall outside of school grounds when you both leave for home.

"You don't need that."

He'd pull you faster blocking your view of the stall.

The third attempt where you were finally going to straight up confront him felt unexistent when you enter the Science Lab and see the crowd of girls cooing and swooning around him. Chocolate boxes and letters confessing their undying love for him flew around the usually quiet laboratory, and you could barely see your boyfriend from amidst the crowd.

It wasn't very known to public that Senku Ishigami is finally off the market. You two liked it that way, it gave you the advantage of being private.

A few stolen glances, pinkys hooking slightly when you're beside each other, and the very occasional snacks that doubled when the other wanted one two.

So this sea of suitors that was now drowning your boyfriend shouldn't be an issue to you. Free chocolates.

You leave the room for a moment, letting yourself feel the warmth of the upcoming event swallow you whole, even when you don't technically have a valentine.

And when the sun starts to set, Senku finally finds you on a bench by the small field behind the gym. "There you are." His eyes soften a fraction when he sees you .

"Are you alright? You didn't come to lab."

"Too many people."

He sighs, "It's not even Valentines yet."

You chuckle softly before he questions you again. "How long have you been here?"

"I don't know," You ponder, "I wasn't paying attention to time."

"Come. I have something to show you."

Your hands seem to find its way to his and it fits as perfect as always. He leads you back to the laboratory, now clean and empty part from the Telescope that stood neatly by the middle window.

When you both reach it, he nods, a little signal for you to take a look. And you do.

"Sen."

"Hm?"

"What exactly am I looking at?"

He chuckles, "A star."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"It's yours."

You lift your head from the telescope, looking at him in disbelief.

"I bought it. It's yours." He repeats, as if it was a matter of fact. "Happy Valentine's, dork."

You smile before gasping and spluttering. "Wha— I, you— How dare! Me, dork, when you're the one who buys a whole star."

Now he's smiling. Not a smirk, not a simper. A soft smile with eyes rarely full of affection.

But you stop throwing your meaningless insults at him, embracing him in the quiet of the room. "Happy valentine's day, Senku." At that, you feel arms slither on the small of your back, Senku bending just slightly over to cover you in him.

"Oh, and you get those dumb chocolates over there too."

You peak over to see the mountain of chocolates gathered on one corner of the room. "Yes." You whisper in joy, giving the scientist's another reason chuckle and press a small kiss on your forehead.