Playing Truth Or Dare With Your Friends Has Them Asking You Who You Have A Crush On Not Knowing Your

"bakudeku isn't canon!!" mhm... and the sky is green idk

FRIENDLY FUCKING REMINDER THAT KATSUKI DESIGNED IZUKU’S SUIT!

KATSUKI PUT IN THE WORK! CAUSE IZUKU’S SUIT IS FUCKING SPECTACULAR!

AND IT’S SO DAMN DETAILED TOO!

I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THE DAMN GLOVES ALONE!

AND HIS PANTS/SHOES TOO!

AND THE METAL CAPE AS WELL!

AND THE FACT THAT THERE IS A LOT OF ORANGE ON HIS SUIT ONE OF KATSUKI’S MAIN COLORS! OH MY BKDK HEART 😭🧡💚

sobssobs they're so perfect

Im starting to doubt the comic so I’m posting it before changing my mind

choso kamo getting so handsy and greedy that he gets you to squirt for him ;)

based on this ask.

“come onnn,” he drawls, something sinister dropping his tone. “give me another one.” two fingers are circling over your clit, nursing you through your third orgasm of the hour. “i know you can give me more than that, pretty girl. wan’ you to make a mess all over my fuckin’ hand.”

a big, warm palm is splaying over your tummy, applying enough pressure to make you cry out deliriously, head lolling back and sinking into disheveled sheets. you’re writhing, rutting your cunt against the hand that paws at you, bated breaths catching in your throat.

choso follows the cant of your hips, long fingers sinking deeper and deeper, fucking to the very back of your poor, drooling pussy. he smiles when you tighten around him, sucking him in harder, wordlessly begging for more.

“god, i just know you wanna make a mess,” his pretty lips are ghosting yours, voice hushed as he whispers into your gaped mouth. “give me one more, baby.” he kisses you sloppily, furling his fingers upward to press against the spot that makes you wince.

“cho,” you’re choking out, interrupting yourself with a helpless whimper.

his fingers are relentless, mindlessly fucking you open and stretching that pretty pussy out as he swallows your cries, embodying your pleasure. choso follows the depraved arch of your back, poor cock aching at the sight of you so… gone.

“f— fuck it feels different,” you gasp, core tightening in a horrendous need to release. “oh, god… f-feels like something is different this time.”

“yeah? y’gonna squirt for me? is that it, pretty?” choso smiles something wicked. the hand that lays over your abdomen presses harder, his fingers plunging deeper. “fuck, give it to me. i need that… wanna taste that. i’ll clean you up, yeah?”

his fingers slip out briefly, but only for them to hungrily delve between your glistening lips. they trail over your slick, twitching clit, tracing tight, purposeful circles over and over and over. it’s not long before he’s sinking them back inside of you, ruining that slutty little pussy yet again.

he leers over your body, gaping as you fuck his hand, desperately chasing your looming orgasm. the rhythmic pulse of your cunt serves as a warning of the incoming downpour that slowly begins to trickle around his fingers.

a loud and nasty sound leaves you as the dribbling liquid morphs into a steady stream of arousal that gushes from your cunt. choso fucks you through it all, sloshes and splatters of your essence staining his wrinkled shirt and face. part of him can’t help but to loll out his tongue, the greedy muscle sweeping over his lips to collect your sweet juices.

“yeaaaah, fuck that’s it,” choso coos, slipping his fingers out of your sloppy hole to fully palm your cunt. “that’s a good fuckin’ girl, huuhhh?”

serval tender slaps land against your poor, swollen clit as he forces any remaining liquid of out of you. you curse him, legs snapping closed before hugging you knees to your chest. you’re a wreck, whining and gasping for him to get a fucking grip.

“you’re insane.” you mumble.

choso shrugs, smiling crookedly. “i always knew you could do that.”

partners 💙🧡

☰ ❝A MOMENT’S HESITATION❞

— content warning: part one here. confessions! deaf! katsuki. hearing aid malfunctions. reading lips. reader cries. profanity. kissing. soft! katsuki. arguing. — word count ﹕ 1,408

a week passes and things have been . . well, to put it lightly, awkward. katsuki’s texts are dry, he makes himself scarce in your presence, and when he actually talks to you, he sounds almost strained. you’re not sure whether or not he still wants you to attend the dinner party. when you text him about it, he sends a quick,

03:43 [ kats ] : yeah

it’s almost nerve wracking knocking on his door later that evening. the party starts at seven, but you show up at five. partly to give yourself time to get ready, and partly because you want to know what the hell is going on with katsuki.

“hey,” he greets curtly, nodding once. he looks past you, like he can’t meet your eyes. “you’re early.”

you blink at him. once, twice, before taking a deep breath. “i showed up early last time, too. i came to hang out with you, update you on my life. you know, since you haven’t bothered to check up lately.” you know it’s a little bitchy, but he deserves it right? he’s all but ignored you this past week.

he winces at your words and you feel a little bad. “yeah, i’ve been, uh, busy.” there’s a pause, then he steps to the side. “hungry? my mom made a cheese board thing, so there’s shit left over.”

you shift your bag on your shoulder—the one that contains your dress, makeup, and other various items you might need tonight—and shake your head. “not hungry.”

“cool.” you walk inside, brushing his shoulder as you do so.

this is so weird. you feel like a first year again, treading lightly around the angry blonde who wasn’t there to make friends. except this time, he’s not angry, just uncharacteristically quiet. without his guidance, you make your way to his room, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

he follows, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat at his desk. your eyes drift from him to the vivarium sitting on said desk, where his snake is perched in a log. you get distracted for a moment, staring into the seemingly mesmerizing eyes of viper. a cliche name, you think, but katsuki got the snake when he was a wannabe badass twelve-year-old, so you can’t really judge it.

katsuki clears his throat and you snap your head over to him, meeting his carmine eyes. “did you pass the test?”

“test?” you repeat, brows meeting in the middle.

“the one in mic’s? i helped you study for it?”

“oh, right.” you nod a couple times. “yeah, i passed it. it was actually easier than i thought it was going to be, i don’t know.”

he smiles, weak and not full of pride like you’re used to. “probably ‘cause i helped you, huh?”

you nod again, tight-lipped. an awkward silence settles over you, reminding you of silence from last week, when he wanted to say something, but didn’t.

“okay,” you say frustratedly, throwing your hands up. “what’s your deal, katsuki? you’ve been acting really weird for the past week and it’s really confusing. did i, like, do something wrong? because you’re normal with kiri and mina, but when it comes to me you’re . . . standoffish?”

he stares at you like a deer stuck in headlights, unblinking, unmoving. he stays like that for a long, drawn-out moment. it feels like years, but can’t be more than a few seconds. “you didn’t do anything,” he mumbles finally.

“cool, so you’re just acting like an ass for no reason?”

“i’m not acting like an ass!” he exclaims, fists clenching where they rest on his thighs. “i’m-“ he cuts himself off, sighing, and stands up, chair rolling behind him. “i’m not acting like an ass, i’ve just been . . .”

“busy,” you finish for him, a dejected tone to your voice. “right. too busy to text me, too busy to not walk away everytime i enter a room, too busy to talk to me like a normal fucking person. right, no, yeah. that makes total sense.” you roll your eyes and stand as well, fixing your bag as you sigh. “listen, if you didn’t want me to come tonight, you should have said so. i have schoolwork to do anyway.”

you make a move for the door, but he sidesteps, now planted in front of you. his eyes bore into yours, face flushed, jaw set. to an outside party, he’d seem pissed. to you, however, this is pure frustration.

“katsuki, move.”

“no.”

“jesus christ!” you say in an incredulous laugh, letting your bag fall to the ground as your arms go limp. you spin on your heel and press your palms to your eyes. “you won’t talk to me, and you won’t let me leave.” you turn back to him and glare. “what do you want from me, katsuki? you can’t keep acting like this and expect me to go along with it?”

without a moment's hesitation from him, he surges forward, cupping your face, and plants his lips on yours.

you’re frozen in your spot, eyes wide, nervous system going haywire. you’re unsure of what to do. is this why he’s been acting so weird all week? because he likes you?

as soon as your mind catches up with reality, and you let your eyes fall shut, he makes a grunting sound and pulls away, not meeting your eyes. he brings a hand up to his ear and snaps a couple times, brows furrowing in frustration.

“what the fuck?” he mumbles to himself, pulling his hearing aid off and turning it over to look at the battery. you can vaguely see a green light flashing and realize his hearing aids have died.

just your luck. of course his hearing aids would die in the middle of the most telling moment of your guys’ relationship. and of course your sign language is still shitty. and of course you would start to cry, because why wouldn’t you?

he must sense a disturbance in the air because he looks up at you, eyes softening as he clocks the tears welling up in your eyes. “i’m sorry,” he says quietly. you can’t tell if it’s because he’s scared of being too loud or if it’s because he’s trying to be soft, but it makes you cry even harder.

“you kissed me,” you whisper, running a hand down your face. his brows furrow in confusion, gaze dropping to your mouth. “you kissed me,” you repeat, this time trying to make it more intelligible.

“stupid fucking hearing aids,” he curse, more to himself than to you. he scowls, then looks at you and sighs. “i’m not good with words. i was hoping that, uh, kissing you would explain it for me. did it?”

you let out a small, wet laugh and shake your head. “does this mean you like me too?”

“wait, go slower.”

katsuki fully lost his hearing in second year, meaning he can still say words properly without his hearing aids, but has trouble reading lips. he’s improved a lot since then, but it’s still shoddy.

you chew the inside of your cheek. “do you like me?” you repeat, this time slower, more articulate.

hesitantly, he nods. “that’s why i’ve been acting like a douche. because i didn’t . . .” he pauses, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “i didn’t think you liked me back. and i was trying to distance myself. you- you do like me, right?”

a grin splits across your face, and you take his face in your hands. you lean forward, stopping just before his lips, and whisper, “i think i might love you, katsuki bakugou.” you close the distance between you too.

his hands find your waist, pulling you closer to him, and your hands slide around his neck. for a moment, you get lost in him. in the way his lips slot against yours like they were made for each other, in the sounds he doesn’t know he’s making, in the way his fingers dig into your skin. you could stay like this forever, you think.

eventually, you have to breathe, so you pull away, resting your forehead on his. there’s a seemingly permanent smile placed on your face. his chest heaves and he returns the smile, quickly picking your lips once again.

“you know i have no idea what you said to me before that, right?” he asks softly, eyes flickering between your eyes and your mouth.

you just laugh.

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Damage.

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drew this helpful diagram for mha fans who don't understand what a character arc is

My mom and I watching Haikyuu again:

Mom: why are you crying?

Me, knowing she's not aware of the timeskip and I am: nothing

Me inside: Hinata's Journey shows the evolution of a young, loud but still very insecure boy into a mature proud and talented player, with all its high moments but also the lows, proving his devotion and determination, showing his incredible growth: the ball boy arc is a major turning point for him to go from a teen enamoured by a big stage (nationals, the view from the top) into a teen that sees the true depth of the sport he is trying to master, and is an arc that causes valuable introspection, leading him his eventual decision to go to Brazil and work ok his technique, because he does recognize that he, as a player, has many flaws and that his attack by itself won't get him very far. Hinata goes from an impulse child to a young man that thinks, asking for his coaches and trusted adults for help instead of barging into Brazil like he did with the training Camp at Shiratorizawa. Meanwhile, Hinata is also growing from a pipsqueak with a head full of dreams and a mouth full of promises, who will do anything he can think of to get to his goals, into the man that makes those dreams and promises come true, who puts his well being over the need to be the greatest, which ends up making him the greatest indeed. Throughout all of this he keeps those dreams and promises, he keeps his positivity, pulling himself up from his lows (that tearwrenching panel that had all of us sitting in the corner with out sun boy). Hinata is still Hinata, capable of lighting up a stadium with a smile and a fist thrown up in the air. His goals are the same, what changes is the way he goes about them.

So Hinata, the player changes, and Hinata, the person, grows. And that's why he goes from a green jersey to a red jersey, they're opposite colours for players of opposite level and technique. And that's also why his number 10 ends up being the same, because Hinata and his dream remain the same.