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i know folks are gonna call me a pedo for this one, but i grew up seeing my mom and grandma naked. they had health issues and at times needed care and help showering. and i truly think more kids need to be shown the nonsexual reality of naked women at a young age. there is nothing sexual about my grandmothers breasts, they were simply body parts. more women die of heart attacks because people are too afraid of breasts to do real chest compressions, because they are scared to touch their breasts. the sexualization of our bodies literally kills us. i need people to be more normal about naked bodies and i'm 100% serious.
i want to change my user but idk what to change it to 😢. 😢😢.
picky ⟢ b. katsuki
› synopsis: katsu cooking for his picky eater
› cw/tw: fluff, pet names ; this is a reupload from my previous account that i abandoned lol oops. i felt like posting i miss tumblr
› wc: 747
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You were nothing if not picky and stubborn in all aspects of your life. Everything had to be done in a certain way or it wasn't done right, even if you got the same result either way, and some foods just could not be rectified according to your taste buds. Not even if your wonderful chef of a boyfriend was the one who made it.
You sat on the communal kitchen countertop, ankles crossed, fingers gently curled over the rounded edge of the marble on either side of you. Your eyes followed your intensely focused boyfriend, watching him make pasta for you. You'd seen him pull out the broccoli from the fridge but didn't say anything. Your protests were meaningless when it came to him ensuring that you got a proper meal. You didn't really know what to call it other than 'the dreaded broccoli pasta, you were a terrible cook so you just got takeout or food from the cafeteria when you were hungry. But things seemed to taste better when Katsuki made it.
After a few more minutes of you staring like a puppy begging for scraps and mercy simultaneously, he was done, and he almost immediately plated a hearty serving of it for you. He set the plate down beside you, but of course, he wanted to make sure you'd actually eat it. He grabbed a fork, stabbed a broccoli head with it and twisted the pasta around the prongs. With a demanding grunt, he held it up to your mouth, and no matter how much your mouth watered at the creamy scent of the sauce, that chunk of green looked like poison to you.
You frowned and reeled your head back, not looking unlike a silly imitation of the frowny emoji, and kept your lips tightly sealed. It was possible that he might have been thinking that maybe this time you'd just listen when he said that it wasn't going to kill you. He narrowed his eyes at you.
"Eat it," he murmured. "Open your mouth."
You shook your head defiantly.
"y/n, eat it. I only made this 'cause you said you were hungry, damn it." The two of you locked eyes, your gaze a bit playful and barely uneasy, his serious and determined. You weren't getting out of it this time with those sad puppy dog eyes. You were going to eat this broccoli or he'd die trying to make you.
After a few more seconds of your little staring contest, he sighed and shut his eyes, reigning in his frustration.
"Babe, come on," he tried again, his tone softer now. Katsuki didn't typically do pet names, only in the more intimate moments between you two and when he really wanted/needed you to do something for him. "Just have this one bite, then I'll leave you to pick out the rest of the broccoli like a weirdo if that's what you want."
It was a compromise, one that you weren't exactly satisfied with, but he was asking as nicely as what was possible for him and you knew pushing beyond this point would just be childish on your part. You huffed, looking at him like he was asking you to eat the thing raw and flavorless, and yet your lips parted. The fork was in your mouth before you could change your mind.
"Mmf-"
It was quite the big bite. You chewed slowly and very hesitantly, your nose wrinkling with pre-disgust, like you were expecting to hate it. Once you realized you could barely taste the stuff, you relaxed and let yourself savor the creaminess and the slight hint of spice.
Katsuki smirked, watching the creases on your nose bridge smooth out, seeing how your shoulders dropped from halfway to your ears. He knew better than to comment on it, it'd only piss you off and ruin your appetite, but the smug look in his eyes was enough.
"You're only so damn picky "cuz you've never had real food," he claimed, like he was some kind of world class chef. Honestly, he might as well have been. He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. "Eat your damn pasta."
He placed the fork between your fingertips and turned to begin cleaning up the mess in the extra bowl he'd concocted that delightfully milky sauce in. He wondered about the warm feeling in his chest, the strange sense of pride that he'd received from watching you enjoy his cooking.
don’t!!! fake!!!! your!!!! interests!!!! to!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!
don’t!!! bury!!!! your!!!! interests!!! to!!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!
don’t!!! go!!! wasting!!! your!!! emotion!!! lay!!! all!!! your!!! love!!! on!!! me!!!

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picky ⟢ b. katsuki
› synopsis: katsu cooking for his picky eater
› cw/tw: fluff, pet names ; this is a reupload from my previous account that i abandoned lol oops. i felt like posting i miss tumblr
› wc: 747
!! ageless accounts + under 17, do not follow !!
You were nothing if not picky and stubborn in all aspects of your life. Everything had to be done in a certain way or it wasn't done right, even if you got the same result either way, and some foods just could not be rectified according to your taste buds. Not even if your wonderful chef of a boyfriend was the one who made it.
You sat on the communal kitchen countertop, ankles crossed, fingers gently curled over the rounded edge of the marble on either side of you. Your eyes followed your intensely focused boyfriend, watching him make pasta for you. You'd seen him pull out the broccoli from the fridge but didn't say anything. Your protests were meaningless when it came to him ensuring that you got a proper meal. You didn't really know what to call it other than 'the dreaded broccoli pasta, you were a terrible cook so you just got takeout or food from the cafeteria when you were hungry. But things seemed to taste better when Katsuki made it.
After a few more minutes of you staring like a puppy begging for scraps and mercy simultaneously, he was done, and he almost immediately plated a hearty serving of it for you. He set the plate down beside you, but of course, he wanted to make sure you'd actually eat it. He grabbed a fork, stabbed a broccoli head with it and twisted the pasta around the prongs. With a demanding grunt, he held it up to your mouth, and no matter how much your mouth watered at the creamy scent of the sauce, that chunk of green looked like poison to you.
You frowned and reeled your head back, not looking unlike a silly imitation of the frowny emoji, and kept your lips tightly sealed. It was possible that he might have been thinking that maybe this time you'd just listen when he said that it wasn't going to kill you. He narrowed his eyes at you.
"Eat it," he murmured. "Open your mouth."
You shook your head defiantly.
"y/n, eat it. I only made this 'cause you said you were hungry, damn it." The two of you locked eyes, your gaze a bit playful and barely uneasy, his serious and determined. You weren't getting out of it this time with those sad puppy dog eyes. You were going to eat this broccoli or he'd die trying to make you.
After a few more seconds of your little staring contest, he sighed and shut his eyes, reigning in his frustration.
"Babe, come on," he tried again, his tone softer now. Katsuki didn't typically do pet names, only in the more intimate moments between you two and when he really wanted/needed you to do something for him. "Just have this one bite, then I'll leave you to pick out the rest of the broccoli like a weirdo if that's what you want."
It was a compromise, one that you weren't exactly satisfied with, but he was asking as nicely as what was possible for him and you knew pushing beyond this point would just be childish on your part. You huffed, looking at him like he was asking you to eat the thing raw and flavorless, and yet your lips parted. The fork was in your mouth before you could change your mind.
"Mmf-"
It was quite the big bite. You chewed slowly and very hesitantly, your nose wrinkling with pre-disgust, like you were expecting to hate it. Once you realized you could barely taste the stuff, you relaxed and let yourself savor the creaminess and the slight hint of spice.
Katsuki smirked, watching the creases on your nose bridge smooth out, seeing how your shoulders dropped from halfway to your ears. He knew better than to comment on it, it'd only piss you off and ruin your appetite, but the smug look in his eyes was enough.
"You're only so damn picky "cuz you've never had real food," he claimed, like he was some kind of world class chef. Honestly, he might as well have been. He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. "Eat your damn pasta."
He placed the fork between your fingertips and turned to begin cleaning up the mess in the extra bowl he'd concocted that delightfully milky sauce in. He wondered about the warm feeling in his chest, the strange sense of pride that he'd received from watching you enjoy his cooking.
alpha? | midoriya, i.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, alpha!fem!afab*!brat!subreader, omega!softdom!izuku, reader has a dick and pussy, a/b/o, frotting, dick + pussy rubbing, degradation, non-traditional alpha-omega dynamics, mention of marking, dumbfication elements, not super proofread, hinting at pinv, first piece of writing in a while, errr tell me kindly if i missed any tags
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: theres a particular line where it may suggest that girls can't have dicks or that having a dick makes one any less of a girl but i am just saying that reader is biologically female but her secondary gender is alpha dat is all ^_^
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: response to this ask, omega!deku bullying an alpha!reader yay
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 630~
“are you sure you’re an alpha?” izuku asks, giggling at the way your cock twitched between his length and palm, a slick wet mess being made with each stroke. his thighs hook underneath yours as he pulls you closer along his bed. you couldn’t remember exactly how you got into this situation, or how you found your way into this stupid omega’s little dorm room— all you really could focus on was the dizzying smell permeating the air— izuku’s pheromones thick and heavy— and how you weren’t going to let it get the best of you.
right?
“of course i’m an alpha,” you scoff, trying not shiver as his thumb flicked over your frenulum, “why would i have a dick if i wasn’t?”
“this cute little thing?” he snickers, grip tightening just enough to make your breath hitch, “i’d hardly called it a dick. i mean, it barely half as long as mine, and i’m an omega. don’t you think that’s kind of embarrassing?”
your face flushes, the color intensifying as he shifts positions to crowd your space, backing you into the headboard of the bed. despite how much you hated being talked down to, especially by an omega, you couldn’t help but secretly like the way izuku was treating you.
“that’s, that’s just because you’re a fucking freak of nature! there’s nothing wrong with me—”
“yeah?” he cooes, interrupting your protest, eyebrows pinched in mock sympathy. his hand readjusts it’s grip around your cocks, and you can feel how he throbs against you as if a ravenous wolf presented with a lost lamb. “well, why are you in rut for a ‘freak of nature then?”
“i’m not—” you whine, fumbling hands clutching at your shirt as you feel pleasure begin to mount, “i’m not in rut…”
“yeah…” izuku seemingly agrees, tsking softly, “more like a heat, huh? maybe you’re the omega, and i’m the alpha.”
your head shakes furiously at the suggestion, the room beginning to feel like it was spinning. “i’m not an omega, m’not—”
“you sure?” he tilts his head— calmly, collected— amused, “maybe i should be the one who fucks your pussy instead.”
“no!” in an instant, your hands attempt to scramble downwards, “don’t fuck my pussy—”
“no?” he laughs, quick to capture your wrists in a singular grip. he slides his heavy cock down towards your weeping slit. “you don’t wanna be the one pregnant or something?”
“no— of course not!”
“why not?” he asks innocently, before dropping his voice to a low whisper, “don’t you think you’d be a great mommy? or are you nervous about what your alpha friends would say if you got pregnant by an omega?”
you don’t answer right away, afraid of admitting to what he is suggesting. “i… i don’t...”
alas, izuku smiles, already knowing your response. he pulls back slightly, his nose brushing against your cheek as his breath grazes against the shell of your ear. “well, what would you say if i let you mark me?”
mate. mate. mate. almost helplessly, your eyes dart to his now vulnerable nape, the tantalizing sight doing all but nothing to the stoke the hungry flames growing in your core. “… i… really?”
“yeah, really,” he muses warmly, “doesn’t that sound good? don’t you wanna sink your teeth into my neck?”
“i…” you swallow thickly, nodding— drooling, “yeah…”
a pleased chuckle rumbled from his throat, the pieces of his plan just about to click into place. “mhm. all you have to do is beg alpha to fuck you. so, what's the magic word?”
your face burns with embarrassment. “please...”
“please, what?”
you hesitate, taking a moment before choking out the words. “please, a-alpha...”
“hehe~” he giggles some more, the fleshy head of his cock pressing insistently against your barrier of resistance now, “goooood omega. deep breaths now, okay?”
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i knew i was getting bad when i had my ipad open scrolling on tiktok and my phone playing snapchat stories at the same time
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hey essie!! i moved blogs!!
aw the new one is so cute !!!!! 😻😻😻 yay yay yay
i just wish someone would write delinquent bakugou katsuki who ends up having to go back to his small town and work on a farm (in the ranchhand house where some of our other favorites work) where he falls in love with farmers daughter who wants nothing to do with him at first, (maybe she’s dating a local) and he works to change and understand hard work he meets his best friend cowboy! kirishima and with his help he desperately tries to learns to cowboy bc her father isn’t letting just any ole boy have his daughter ugh i just think he’d be so cute in his black beat up boots and blue jeans and white shirt all dirty, sweaty and covered in dust from getting bucked off his horse, laying flat on his back staring up at the blue sky just cussing “fuck this fucking horse” but he can’t help but think of the pretty farmers daughter and how badly he can almost taste her
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silly boy ! | third year!𝓲zuku 𝓶idoriya | smau ╱ fluff
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everybody moved on but I can’t get over ‘my kacchan’ like wdym he actually said that I love him he’s so possessive
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