We Haven’t Had Bread For Days… The War On Gaza Continues, The Blockade Is Suffocating Us, And Bakeries

Before the war

Izuku: Kacchan, would you–

Katsuki: The hell do you want, nerd? SHUT UP! *does the thing anyway*

After the war

Izuku: Kacchan, would you–

Katsuki: Yes, I would absolutely do anything for you, baby. What do you need? Want some katsudon? Open a hero agency together? Move to the countryside? Get married? You name it!

relationship dynamics w/ bakugo<3

<s/o who is always cold and bakugo who is always hot/3

<physical touch s/o and acts of service bakugo/3

<s/o who can’t remember what they did 5 minutes ago and bakugo who remembers literally everything/3

<competitive s/o and more competitive bakugo/3

<always talking s/o and an always listening bakugo/3

<extroverted introvert s/o and introverted extrovert bakugo/3

<stubborn s/o vs an equally stubborn bakugo/3

<s/o who can’t really sleep and tired bakugo who stays up with them regardless/3

<*prefers making desserts* s/o and *prefers cooking meals* bakugo/3

<overthinker s/o and bluntly/awkwardly reassuring bakugo/3

<s/o who loves physical affection and bakugo who likes it but isn’t used to it/3

<tired s/o and bakugo who lets them sleep on him/3

<struggling with schoolwork s/o and tutor! bakugo who “patiently” helps them/3

<excited to see bakugo s/o and bakugo who is just happy to see them smile/3

<easily distracted s/o and bakugo who helps them focus/3

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gf that sends selfies x bf that sends back a picture showing how hard he is

big bro toshi yes yes .. I feel like he'll bring his friends whenever daddy aizawa isn't home to show off his pretty sister 😵‍💫

i feel like he’d only get away with it once without explicit permission bc yan dad bf aizawa is invasive and incredibly controlling with all those cameras and whatnot but

i don’t disagree. he’d probably bring izu, fumi, denki, and eijiro (or hanta). i’m leaning towards eijiro bc just watching him rail someone smaller than him is an experience in itself and i’ll leave it at that.

but yeah. toshi gets you all dressed up for them before they get there. (read: it’s all frilly little girl stuff that makes you wish they couldn’t see you at all. if he’s feeling mean, probably a diaper or a pull-up just to make you feel more embarrassed.) he watches them strip you piece by piece once you give them the go ahead.… hitoshi doesn’t get off on you being scared, i don’t think, but he does enjoy seeing you humiliated for how excited you are.

and gosh, they’re so messy, the lot of them. shinso’s probably the cleanest. fumi doesn’t mind covering your face or your tits or something. but the other three? they have filthy sex. sweat, spit, cum, all of it. they leave you so debauched, it’s picture worthy. and they’re so teasing and mean, i can’t see them not doing that in such a situation.

Izuku is mean, I can't see him as soft I just know that as soon as a swear word comes out— you'll be over his lap because good girls don't swear , and of course he sent pictures of you crying and choking on his cock to shoto and katsuki...of course he did..

i’m blushing.

he’s gotta retrain your mouth, so of course. isn’t that what you told me @neon-gothicc ?

remember percy said boys and girls arent allowed to be alone in the same cabin? it makes me cackle that rule exclusively applies to only boys & girls when chiron literally taught achilles & patroclus in early chb and apparently it still never crossed his mind that one thing homosexuals sure have is audacity

I think Hawks likes being objectified in bed, but he specifically likes being reduced to his cock.

Yeah. That kind of objectification is the exact kind that hits the fuckin' spot.

Keigo probably wouldn't even be aware of this kink, either. It just sort of slips out in his teasing. When you ride him in bed, drunk on his cock, he makes the offhanded remark, "mm, you really like that, huh? S'like I'm not even here..."

And the glaze in his eyes as he says it, the blush that creeps up his chest, towards his neck and brushing his cheeks, is not one to go unnoticed.

Keigo likes making comments like "use me" in the middle of you fucking. Hides his smile as he says, "you can do whatever you want to me" when you ask if it's okay to hug him from behind as he washes the dishes. Asks seemingly out of nowhere if any of your sex toys feel as good as he does— knowing the answer, but not quite knowing why getting compared to a sex toy has him itching for another round.

Indulge Keigo a little. Call him letting you ride him to your heart's content a "service" and his brain will malfunction, an electrical misfiring. He'll say "yes" and have to swallow to cut himself off from springing a new title on you right then and there.

It's so easy to get him riled up; because Keigo is a man who, if nothing else, enjoys the simple pleasures.

Part of him wants to be a simple pleasure for you, too.

Call it the service top in him. Blame it on his proclivity to please you in bed— no, really. Tell him it's because he loves to be of use. Whisper it in Keigo's ear as his eyes roll back and he can do nothing but nod and agree and cum.

like hook me up to an iv of his cum or something I can’t take this anymore I need him

spider boy promises — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: you’re spider-man’s neighbor, his friend. but there’s still secrets between the two of you, ones he refuses to share and ones you’re too scared to ask about in fear of him leaving. so they sit between you, festering and threatening to spill over. patched up and kept at bay by promises that might be left unfulfilled. PART 1 HERE

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, angst

wc: 1.3k

author’s note: part 2 of spider boy!!! thanks for all the love <3 and yes there will be a part 3!!!

You hold his hand until he falls asleep, brush away his tears. You cannot bring yourself to let go of even long after his breathing has evened out, after his face has melted to a more peaceful expression. His furrowed eyebrows smoothed out, lips almost tilted into a smile.

Midoriya started sleeping over more often, especially on days when he was not out patrolling and coming back to his quiet apartment bloody and bruised, patching himself up because he did not want to worry you. Even though you had insisted you did not mind, that you wanted to help him.

When you wake up, he is usually gone. In his place, you find a new spider sketch on your kitchen table. You had started a small collection, hanging them up on your fridge with the unused magnets that had been waiting for a purpose ever since you had moved in.

Knowing he would be gone in the morning meant you stared at him until sleep made your eyes heavy and took him away from you.

You fight it off as long as you can. But when the morning sun shines in your eyes and wakes you up, you realize your bed is still warm. And his hand is still in yours.

“You stayed?” You asked before you even opened your eyes. Maybe this was a dream. A cruel dream where you were both free to stay under the covers all day, away from harm and the burdens of being a busy student and beloved vigilante.

“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s Saturday.”

You opened your eyes at that. Saturday.

On Saturdays, Midoriya hardly went out. Police presence tended to be stronger, and he only went out if he was continuing something, following a lead, or if there was an emergency. That much he had shared with you, that much you knew.

Selfishly, you loved Saturdays.

He smiled at you when your eyes met his. “Is it okay that I stayed?”

You nodded.

His smile faltered, and he reached up to poke your cheek. “Promise?”

You smiled at his action. “Promise.”

You realized you had never lied to him before. Could he say the same about you?

The morning was spent inside, in pajamas, avoiding your phones and reminders of upcoming assignments. Moony slept on Midoriya’s lap all through breakfast, and as you made pancakes for the both of you, you could hear him quietly cooing over her, whispering what a good cat she was.

Really. It was impossible for you not to develop feelings for him. You angrily flipped a pancake, exhaling through your nose strongly. This would be easier if your feelings were nonexistent.

He was no better later in the day, during your TV show catch-up time. Moony was off somewhere napping, so he seemed to seek a replacement. Something to do with his hands. An arm wrapped around your shoulder, a hand reaching for yours. His fingers idly traced your knuckles, intertwining with yours over and over. His eyes never left the TV screen.

You were a mess. You could feel your palms starting to sweat, but Midoriya either did not notice or chose not to mention it. So you melted into his touch, leaning onto his chest and watching the TV show you watched together, letting him play with your hand.

By the third episode, you had your head in his lap and he was braiding your hair.

“Your hair smells nice,” he said from above you. You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Thanks.”

He hummed a response. You let your eyes close, the TV serving as the perfect background noise to pair with the soothing motions of Midoriya braiding your hair. You let sleep overtake you this time, welcomed it. He would be there when you woke up.

——— * * * ———

When you woke up a few hours later, you knew something is off.

You were in the same exact position, but the room was darker, the lights never turned on. You turned, adjusting yourself until you were facing the ceiling and Midoriya.

He was wearing his suit, mask still on. “Midoriya?” you asked. Patting his thigh frantically when he did not respond. “Midoriya?”

You sat up, the hand that was resting in your hair falling limp into his lap. You grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little, a lump forming in your throat and your eyes becoming blurry with tears. “Midoriya wake up. Midoriya Izuku wake the fu—” you break off with a startled gasp when he stirs, groaning.

“Y/N?”

“Thank god,” you said, pulling him forward and hugging him. “You scared me, you little shit.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling off his mask, nuzzling his face into your neck, and wrapping his arms around you to tighten the hug. “Got back really tired.”

You sighed, idly running a hand through his hair. “You’re okay?”

You felt him nod, and then could actually feel him smile into your skin. “Did you use the full name card on me?”

You tugged at his hair, earning a surprised yelp. “It worked, didn’t it?”

He laughed, pulling away. Your smile fell the second you saw his face.

There were tear steaks cutting through a thin layer of dirt, and you watch as another falls and trails down his cheek. You wiped the other away and smiled sadly at him. “Need help getting to your place?”

He shook his head. “I’m okay.”

Liar. You had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from saying it. You forced another smile and stood up. “Okay, then you can shower here. Chance for you to use my shampoo since you like it so much.”

The second you heard the shower turn on you opened your Spider-News tab and started scrolling, looking for any clues. It had become a horrible habit, but you could not help it. Your search was unsuccessful, though. There was no breaking news for you to discover, no sighting of Spider-Man at all that day.

So where the hell was he going?

——— * * * ———

You asked him three days later, when you found him curled up outside your bedroom door with Moony on a Tuesday morning. After making sure he was okay you scolded him for scaring you, and he was so ashamed he refused to meet your gaze.

“Didn’t wanna wake you up,” he yawned. He was not hurt, but the bags under his eyes were more defined. “Moony kept me company.” An unhelpful meow from Moony, which you ignored. She spoiled him too much.

He insisted on making you breakfast before you left for class, and knowing he would keep insisting if you did not back down, you let him. You kept a watchful eye on him as he made your eggs, making sure he was wincing with certain movements or limping. But he looked perfectly fine.

“Where’d you go?”

His back was turned away from you, so you could not see his expression. You were not sure if you preferred that.

“Out patrolling,” he said, turning the stove off and moving your eggs to a plate. “Following a lead.”

He sat down and ate with you, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Why can’t you tell me?” If you were going to ask, might as well push as much as you could.

“I want to,” he said, setting down his fork and finally looking up. His eyes were dull with weariness. None of the bright energy usually in them to be seen. “But it’s too dangerous right now.”

“Are you being safe?” you said, trying hard to keep your voice from shaking.

He nodded. “Promise.”

Was he lying again?

“Okay. I trust you.”

Did you?

You stayed awake as long as you could that night, but you never heard him come back to his apartment, and he was not outside your bedroom door when you woke up the next morning either. You scrabbled to get dressed and rushed to the library, but every step you took away from your apartment filled your stomach with more and more dread.

He was not at your usual spot at the library. And you knew he would not be waiting in your kitchen when you got back.

So where the hell was he?

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