Huge, Intimidating Men Who Relax Their Posture And Soften Their Voice Whenever They Speak To You 😔

I can fix him-No I can’t I don’t want to

ik this is a very used trope for todoroki but i love it so much, so im gonna say it one more time.

shoto todoroki uses his quirk when he hugs you. it’s obvious the he’s kinda oblivious to relationships and that’s just because he’s never been in one before you, but he’s trying his best and that’s what matters the most. when he finds out from a conversation with a few of the girls in class 1-a that warm hugs are comforting, he wonders if you agree.

so he tests it.

todoroki knows you’re a hugger, you basically hug him every time you see him. so the next time you hug him, he’s gonna use his ice quirk and slightly make himself colder to see how fast you move away. then he’s gonna test it with his fire side, and heat himself up.

once he finds out you prefer a warmer hug, he uses it every time as an excuse to show off to you without you really realizing it and also an excuse to hug you more.

katsuki loves the way you taste. he’s the man that won’t ever let go of your body, he’s so clingy. whether he’s in public or not his hand is always on your waist, or sometimes even in your back pocket. he always has to be touching you, always always always. although, he knows his limits in public. he won’t kiss you out in the open, just a few pecs here & there on your cheeks or your forehead.

you can’t even try on any clothes in front of him or he’ll lose his mind. “katsuki .. not here” he has you pinned against the wall of the fitting room, kissing your neck “mm, just a little more baby.” he’s kissing his way back up to your jaw, replying to you in between kisses. “you don’t want ‘em to hear you, huh baby?” you shake your head at him, not wanting to get kicked out the store. he presses his lips onto yours, his hands pulling one of your legs up onto his waist. he cannot get enough of you.

“taste so fuckin’ good.”

Wow that wpuld suck

getting into a fandom and reading all the top fics >>>>>

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

me tweaking out trying to find that one good fanfic

When you and Bakugo got married, he made it very clear that he wanted a ton of kids. of course, you didn't want like 12 kids, and you told him that, but he completely ignored you and looked right at you and said "I don't care, you are my wife, and I expect you to give me some brats"

you were (rightfully so) offended by this and you countered saying: "well if I have to pop out a bunch of kids for you then I better be able to quit my job, and become a stay-at-home mom, and get my nails done and my hair done whenever I want. and I want you to pay for everything and buy me clothes and flowers and chocolates all the time" thinking it would shut him up about having a mini army

but your plan backfired and just like that you became a pregnant, stay-at-home mom with 4 kids, no responsibilities (other than the kids), and a loving husband who came home with gifts every night. and despite the smug grins from your husband and the stress of having a bunch of kiddos running around you wouldn't have it any other way

the letter gabriel made for adrien made me giggle a little bit because when he wrote the part

"you will seize the miraculous of that wretched ladybug and her pathetic partner chat noir"

it just sounded like

"you will seize the miraculous of ladybug and HER LITTLE PATHETIC UGLY BITCHBOY OF A PARTNER chat noir"

George would be such a girl dad, he would have tea parties with them and let them paint his nails and put makeup on him. He'd adore them he'd be so proud of any little thing they do, AH he'd be such a good dad😭

yess anon you get me!! girldad!george weasley who is the best stay-at-home dad ever. you have to spend a lot of time at work, so george spends late nights putting his baby girl to bed, singing her little lullabies until she falls asleep in his arms. he’s too scared of waking her to move, so he sleeps on the lounge, his body and lanky limbs stuck in awkward angles just so he doesn’t wake your daughter.

during the days, he spends hours dressing her up like a princess, helping her read the books you borrowed from the library for her, and letting her paint his nails. they were messy, splashes of pink and purple and grey across his long pale fingers that dwarfed her chubby ones. he grinned at the sight of her, little pink tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth as she focused, dragging the brush across the nails bitten to the quick. when you come home, he looks less like your familiar husband, and more like a clown attacked by preschoolers.

and when you tell him that you’re pregnant again, he can’t help hoping it’ll be another baby girl.