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MHA Masterlist

denki kaminari;

smoking buddy denki

love and drugs 🍃💛

hitoshi shinsou;

childhood best friend toshi

dabi/touya todoroki;

in another life

just a dream

tomura shigaraki;

L.O.V.E - ongoing

multiple characters;

i hear melodies 🎶

reblog this and tell me what film that you can quote by heart?

Chapter 02.

“So.” Bakugo sighed, meeting your eyes.

“So.” You echoed, averting your gaze.

“You two both need outfits for the gala.” Tommie said pointedly. “Wren and I-” ‘Bakugo’s PR manager’ you recalled, she was there when you had grabbed the man and almost began fist fighting with him in his office, “Have decided that you should both be wearing matching outfits.” 

The mere thought of wearing anything matching with the likes of Bakugo has you wanting to claw your own arms off. Clearly Bakugo is more composed than you since he just inhales sharply and rubs his forehead with his hand.

“Right… so… where are we getting these outfits done up exactly?” Bakugo sighed, looking at Tommie who waved his hand absentmindedly at the pro’s face.

“Oh y'know… Mitsuki… Bakugo…”

“Are you FUCKING-”

Bakugo ran a hand across his face and he groaned. He tossed his phone across his bed, watching it hit against his bedside lamp and stop moving on his bedside table. Kirishima’s text glared at him from behind his eyelids.

‘Your crush on them.’

He was being ridiculous. That’s right. All of the bright red hair dye has seeped into his skull and started fucking around with his brain cells. He didn’t have a crush on anyone, he didn’t fucking have time for that shit anyways.

In his very humble and not at all biased opinion, love was: 

A waste of time.

Overrated.

Not in Bakugo's best interests.

Not in Bakugo’s plan to become the number one hero.

Too much effort.

Too much work to maintain.

Could potentially cause emotional turmoil.

Usually have unrealistic expectations.

So why did the idea of being in love with you have such an affect on him? It didn’t make any sense. He was probably just hungry or tired or- y'know what it didn’t matter much anyways. He had shit to do, stuff to get done. Shit on his plate he needed to deal with.

Bakugo sat up from his seat on the bed, fist bunching up the sheets around him. He looked longingly at the suit being hung up in his closet. 

This is going to be one long fucking month.

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is it just me or does he look more gaunt as the series progressed

i just met ur boy sae and he looks like a little victorian boy that i want to throw across the room omg y is he so princess

he is so ughhhhh so pretty like plsssss!!!!! hes lwk a bit weird looking in the first few manga panels of him butttt i promise he looks sm better later on like RAHHHHH

^ for reference this is that same introduction scene in the anime (they went off how he's drawn in the later arcs)

rin but he has a total obsession for the reader's boobs

.ᐟOBSESSED

.ᐟcw: explicit content mdni

"𝐵𝑜𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒?" - 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑦

･･ꕀ𖧷

Imagine bf!rin itoshi who’s obsessed with his girlfriend’s boobs. He loves them so much, he can’t bring himself to stay away from you. 

After a match or a long day? He’s climbing onto the bed and lying face down on your chest as your run your fingers through his silky hair. 

His face is murderous when you wear a low-cut top and he catches others staring at you. He’ll do anything to make them look away and that ends up being leaving hickies on every inch of your exposed skin

He has a favorite side. Loves laying with his cheek on your chest, fingers lazily playing with your other nipple. 

If you’re wearing a tight top? He's staring. Jaw clenched, trying not to get hard in public. Doesn’t even realize he’s zoning out on your chest until someone calls his name twice. There's a lot of instincts where he’s just zoned out on your body, not a care in the world. Sometimes you even distract him from his very precious football recaps. 

He’ll get mean if you tease him—push his head away when he’s latched on? He’ll grab your wrists and growl, “Don’t fucking move again.”. 

Since he’s always touching you one way or another, some parts of your body have become highly reactive and sensitive. One of those parts being your boobs. He loves how you try to stifle moans when his tongue circles your nipple. “So sensitive, baby, you’re body’s needy” 

He refuses to sleep unless he’s lying between them, cupping one, cheek smushed against the other one. 

He ends up saying the filthiest things when he’s in bed with you or buried between your boobs. “So soft—fuck, I could drown in you.” or “You should be walking around shirtless. For me only, though.”

Half of the time, it’s not even sexual. He just likes how soft they are. If he’s watching a game. He’ll call you over to sit on his lap while he plays with your tits and his eyes are attached to the screen, watching a rematch of the same game for the 5th time today. 

You’ll be trying to have a normal conversation and he’ll slowly slip his hand under your shirt, face buried between your boobs. “Keep talking,” he mumbles, “just need this for a sec.”

Uses your boobs as his personal pillow. You’re watching a show? Boom—head in your chest. Napping? Face down in your cleavage. Bad day? Silently lifts your shirt, lies down, and holds on like it’s the only thing grounding him.

He uses both hands to grab and squeeze, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re puffy and aching—then he bites. Hard enough to leave marks. Tongue swirling after to soothe while he smirks.

Loves loves loves tit fucking. He’ll ask you to press them together as he slides his aching cock in between. slow, deep strokes while watching his cock glide between them. “So Warm. Fuck, you were made for this, weren’t you?”

As of right now, you’re on his lap, when you both were supposed to be watching a movie right now. 

“Rinnie, this isn’t watching a movie” you whine as rin’s thumb grazes your nipple, sliding along to brush against the curve on their underside. 

“‘M tired of the movie..” he lazily mumbles, eyes locked onto them. “This is better”

He leans in, takes one into his mouth like he’s starving. Slow, deep sucks that send heat pooling between your legs. He groans, tongue flicking your nipple as he grinds his hips up under you.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he breathes between kisses. “You feel how hard I am just from this?”

You nod, breath hitching when he bites lightly and then soothes it with a kiss.

“Told you,” he mutters, pulling you closer. “I could spend hours right here. You were made for me.”

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okay i cave, he got to me.

Love and Drugs 🍃💛

Synopsis; Smoking buddy Denki has an important question to ask. Gender neutral reader

A/n; Behind the scenes of the Denki smau. lower case indented, please don’t use, steal, or copy my works.

the room is cast in a soft glow of the yellow colored LED lights, the bluetooth speaker on your dresser plays electric love as background noise. you sit at your desk finishing up the last of your homework after your last text to denki telling him to come over.

his signature knock rings through your dorm a few minutes later and a small smile makes its way onto your lips at the sound.

standing from the desk and crossing the room in a few strides, you open the door to find denki standing there with a sheepish smile on his face.

“i uh, picked these from outside before coming here,” he shrugs lightly, in one hand he holds a makeshift bouquet of flowers and in the other a small baggie filled with pre-rolled joints.

“thank you,” you smile and take the flowers from him and guide him into the room. “what’s the weed for?”

“stole it from sero to use as courage.”

you laugh, the sound like music to denki’s ears and he smiles softly.

“i figured we could climb to the roof and smoke some. also because i don’t want iida to catch me in here again,” he explains as he watches you set the flowers on your desk.

“hmm i thought you had something to ask me,” you tease and giggle as he flushes red and begins to stutter.

“uh i-i do, i just, well. i’m nervous,” he sighs and pouts slightly. you smile widely and wrap him in a hug.

“yeah denks we can go to the roof.”

ten minutes later, and the both of you are on the roof, sitting in the area you made specifically to smoke up here. the night sky is clear, the moon shining brightly with the stars twinkling behind it.

denki lights the first joint and takes a hit, for courage, before handing it to you. you share the first joint together in silence.

you know what he wants to ask, and you know your answers, you give him the time he needs to prepare himself and quietly wait for him to be ready.

“that time i thought you were booty calling me and i thanked toshi and sero,” he begins halfway through the second joint, his voice is soft but it still shocks you out of your thoughts.

your gaze floats from the stars to look at him sitting next to you. his eyes are red, a pink tint to his nose and cheeks. you hum and tilt your head, blowing the smoke in your lungs into the air above you.

“it was mostly a joke, but not really,” there’s a nervous chuckle as his gaze meets yours. “those two have been pushing me to tell you my real feelings since they found out about them.”

“denks,” you reach forward and grab his hand, his eyes follow your hand and he releases a shaky breath.

“i just never thought you felt the same, sure we flirt, like a lot. but i don’t know,” he shrugs, “you’re just so… you. smart, kind, attractive, out of my league for sure.”

“denki,” he squeezes your hand and you pause.

“i like you y/n, a lot. and i, i want to ask if you uh…” he takes a deep breath and makes eye contact again.

“will you go out with me?”

you smile at him.

“yes denki, i’ll go out with you.”

he beams and releases the breath he was holding.

“really?”

“yes you dork, really.”

“uh cool cool.”

you laugh and move to rest your head on his shoulder.

“uh does this mean i’m your boyfriend now?” you snort and nod.

“yeah denks it means you’re my boyfriend now.”

a few moments of silence go by and you shiver.

“c’mon let’s go back inside, it’s late.” he says and helps you stand up.

the two of you stand in front of the door to your dorm room, your hand in his as he stares at you.

“goodnight denks,” you smile at him, his head tilts to the side.

“can i kiss you?”

you nod. he leans in, head tilting down forwards you as his hands slide to your waist. your arms come up around his shoulders as he pulls your body in.

“this okay?”

“perfectly okay.”

your lips meet in a soft kiss and you melt in his arms. he pulls you in tighter and brings one hand to grab the back of your neck, holding you steady.

tilting your head, you slide your tongue across his bottom lip and the power in the building goes out as he short circuits.

you pull back with a gasp at the electric tingle in your mouth before laughing once you notice the dark hallway and the blank look on his face.

“kaminari!” iida’s voice rings out in the hallway and sero appears behind denki. you shake your head with a laugh and sero smirks knowingly.

“i’ll get him back to his dorm,” sero whispers.

“thanks,” you say before pressing one last kiss to denki’s cheek.

“goodnight denks.” you step into your dorm.

the last thing you hear before closing the door is sero’s chuckle and denki’s scattered mumbles, you fall asleep with a smile that night.

i got high so obviously im thinking about fem dabihawks