Honestly My Only Gripe With 351 Is Bkg's Ranking—not Because He's Number 15, But The Reasoning Used

Natsuo, laying in bed: Get out of my room.

Touya, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.

Some headcanons of mine:

Mina turns fuchsia when she tans. She goes from bubble gum pink, to this hot pink.

Sero’s very particular about what lotion he uses on his elbows when he overuses his quirk and they go dry. Do NAWT give this man ANYTHING but first aid beauty ultra repair cream. Thats his holy grail and it makes his elbows buttery.

Aizawa actually likes the Halle Berry cat woman movie, even though it gets a lot of flack. Plus shes hot so…

Natsuo can’t spell “Pneumonia” even though he’s a med student.

Dabi/Touya has had a full on debate with a crackhead at 3am about the movie, godfather

Jiro has definitely tried to curl her earlobes once. HEATLESS ofc, what do you think she is, insane?

Shigaraki has a guilty pleasure show from his childhood that he rewatches every once in a while to feel better after having a breakdown, I headcanon bear in the big blue house 🥺 the ending song makes him cry. (Look up the song “goodbye” from this show and you’re gonna cry. The voice actress of the moon passed away so the last episode, the goodbye song hit different)

THE SHIGGY ONE STOP IT that just made me so sad omfg

^^ but REALLY GOOD HCS like these r all so fun and make sm sense to meeee!!! i love the mina turning hot pink one and natsuo not being able to spell pneumonia (i think he'd be silly with his med student friends and always pronounce it as "puh-nomia") heheheh

too far too close.

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x gn!reader

word count: 2k or sum like that lmao

content warnings: 18+ (minors i will snitch on you to your parents im not kidding), established relationship, aged-up characters (like 19 or 20, old enough to live together on their own), heavy petting, male masturbation, handjob (m receiving), ejaculation, cum eating, voyeurism (kinda??? idfk atp i was just horny and letting my fingers type shit), kinda very super duper sweet soft dom shinsou???? not rlly, but if u squint (there aren’t actual power dynaimcs), afab reader but no pronouns used, one “good girl”, multiple “baby’s”, mentions of marriage, mentions of pregnancy, AFTERCARE, mentions of family, shinsou and reader are whipped for each other like down bad horrendously for each other, not proofread

authors note: hey 🧍🏾‍♀️long time no talk, i haven’t wanted to write in a long time and im not good at it LMAOAOAKSKJSS this is very self-indulgent idk how i wrote this ive never done this before but i want to so bad and shinsou would eat that shit up so. i wrote this for him. and me. we. yeah. i hope yall enjoy this utter fucking garbage and filth like this is actually disgusting. if something doesn't make sense it not my fucking fault LMAOOOOOOOOO. this is the song the fic was based off of. HAPPY READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! constructive criticism welcomed, reblogs appreciated :333

“you wanna what?”

your boyfriend stares at you in confusion, cheeks rosy, lips red, and hair more wild than normal from smothering your face with his just a minute prior to your sudden question or rather, your strained statement.

“ugh,” you reply, hands flying up to your face to shield you from further embarrassment, “i knew i shouldn’t have said anything.”

hitoshi adjusts himself, sitting up a bit further on the couch and you jostle slightly in his lap as the result of his actions.

“no, no baby, i didn’t mean it like that,” he rebuts, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands from your face. he’s too met with rosy wet lips and flushed cheeks as well as a mild pout. he tries to make eye contact with you, but you focus on things around your apartment instead. hmm, the trash looks full. maybe you should take it out later, and oh! the dishes need to be washed as well. oh, look what’s on tv! you’ve been meaning to get around to watchin-

“baby,” histoshi breaks you from your wandering thoughts and brings both of your hands to his lips to kiss them, “it’s okay,” he says in between kisses, “i was just wondering why is all.”

your eyes snap back to his briefly, then back to fluttering around the apartment, trying to stall and think of an answer that would logically make the most sense.

“well i,” you say, biting your lip between words, “i like seeing you feel good. and you feel good when doing that, right?”

hitoshi hums, kissing about both of your hands, up and down both palms, across each finger, down to your wrists.

“the thought of watching me jerk off turns you on that much? seriously?” he asks, a teasing smirk spreading across his face and you drop your head to the crook of his neck, where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

“you are not making me feel better,” you groan, “i thought we were supposed to be open with each other about these things”

“we are and im glad you told me,” he says, letting go of your wrists and wrapping his arms around your back. “it’s just my job to tease you as your boyfriend.”

you sit up and gift him with a smack across his chest which elicits a chuckle from him. he closes the space between you two and locks his lips with yours, you sighing into the kiss and bringing your hands up to run your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck.

the two of you kiss for a while, slowly grinding and whining in response to your growing need for each other. he was so hot and he made you hot and you could never be able to get enough of him.

hitoshi is the one to pull away softly, a soft smack sounding throughout the living room, a thick string of saliva connecting the two of you, “fuck, okay, okay. you wanna see me feel good, yeah?” he asks, eyes heavy and out of breath. “yeah,” you reply, nodding and biting your lip.

“okay,” he says again, giving you a quick peck on your lips before straightening his posture against the back of the couch once more. you move to lift off his lap, intending to take a seat on the soft rug atop the hard cherry wood floor of your living room, but histoshi grabs the meat of your sides before you can fully unmount him.

“i want you to stay here,” hitoshi says, positioning you against his hard length.

you drop your forehead to meet against his, sticky with sweat.

“okay,” you whisper, breath fanning across his face. he hums, agreeing with nothing in particular that you said, simply enjoying the presence of your voice.

he removes a hand from your waist, struggling to shimmy both his joggers and boxers down his legs devoid of his other arm, it having a mind of its own, working itself underneath his (yours) sweater.

you lift up a bit onto your knees to make the process a little easier for him, his head resting between the valley of your breasts. he takes his time working his bottoms down his legs, his other arm caressing the canvas of ur back underneath your (his) oversized sweater. u card ur fingers through his hair as he takes his time partially undressing.

normally, you’d be much more impatient and needy with him, but there was something different about this exchange between you two. this had been sitting heavy on your mind for a while. i mean you always loved jerking him off before giving him the suck of his life, but this was different. he’d never done it in front of you, there was never a need to. he was always hard and ready whenever the time called for it.

you knew he’d done it to the thought of you. he’d told you in passing once, before one of your shared classes.

“i don’t need porn anymore, i have you,” he’d stated blankly, like there was nothing wrong with what he said (there wasn’t, he was just more open than you sometimes).

“oh, okay,” you reply, not sure how to respond.

you were flattered to hear as much, but what really got you hot and bothered was the thought of him doing it. shirt clenched between his teeth, rapidly working his hand up and down his thick cock, needy for release. and ever since you’d been meaning to getting around to asking him to let you see it.

thank god he loves you so much. the bastard actually got turned of by the thought of you watching him as well. what a cawinky dink.

his joggers and underwear finally pool around his ankles and you slowly lower yourself back onto his lap, spreading your legs a little wider. he stares at you, eyes dripping with hunger as he undresses you with just a look.

you pull a little on his hair at the nape of his neck, eliciting a soft whimper from him. his dick, fully erect and raging red at the tip, jumps from the sensation as well, smearing pre cum against his bare stomach.

its weird to see him like this. you’d normally do things like this in the dark and enclosed in your shared bedroom but this was different; orange and pink light spilled from the sheer curtain-covered balcony windows in the living room, lighting everything up properly. there was no room for him to be shy (not that he would be any way).

his happy trail caught the light perfectly, leading down to his crotch, his pubic hair trimmed but not completely shaven. his dick spills more precum, sparkling in the light.

you drop your head back into the crook of hitoshis shoulder, unable to fight the embarrassment from ogling his dick so intensely. 

“you asked me to do this and you’re more embarrassed than me?” he laughs, pulling you up to meet his gaze once more.

“it's not every day im having a staring contest with ur dick hitoshi,” you reply, eyeing him with slight annoyance, “it's just… out… looking at me… all intense like and shit.”

he shakes his head, huffs out a breathless laugh and smiles before pulling you into a quick chaste kiss. when you separate, he brings his left hand up to your face, “spit,” he commands, a tone of bass in his voice, and you comply, building up a nice amount in your mouth before letting it slowly pool into his hand.

“good girl,” he praises, caressing your cheek with his free hand before bringing his other down to his dick.

you're the first to break eye contact, following his hand go to smear your spit over his already wet dick.  

the noise it makes is absurd and you can’t help but moan at his action, squeezing his hips with your knees in hopes of calming down your pussy. you can feel yourself growing hotter by the minute, pussy growing wetter by the second.

“did that make you feel good?” your boyfriend murmurs. that teasing bitch.

nonetheless, you nod, mouth slightly agape, your eyes not meeting his eyesight, but rather staring at his hand fist at his dick, a disgusting slick slick slick rhythm sounding about the living room.

in a way, it was beautiful, the way he fucked his glistening dick with his hand in the golden time of the day. every other stroke, he’d grip his dick firmly, foreskin slowly rolling over his tip, precum mixed with ur spit settling in the small concave space at the tip, making u cream more and more in your bottoms.

this fucker really knew how to please you. what a sweetheart.

“oh fuck,” he wheezes, free hand flying up to grip his hair. he’d found a nice rhythm, speeding up and slowing down, sometimes taking a break from working his shaft to rub his tip with one finger, staying right on the edge.

at this point, you’re squirming all about his lap, unable to contain your need for him. when he moans, you moan. when he gasps, you gasp. when he stops, you try to stop grinding on him, but you have a little less self-control than he does.

he starts and stops again, dick red from all the agitation. you whine from the lost contact, eager to see him continue fucking himself.

“can you do something for me?” he asks, bringing his face up to yours, rubbing his nose lightly across your cheek.

“anything you want,” you whisper against his lips, eyes heavy and breathing hard. you hope he can’t smell the onions from your late lunch. that’d be embarrassing.

“give me your hand,” he says, reaching out for your right hand. he grabs it and his hand feels kinda gross against yours, cold and wet from the lost contact of his dick. 

instead of watching him guide your hand to his dick, this time your eyes stay glued to his, a new sudden confidence flowing through your body.

sometimes, he’d made you feel small with this type of look, eyes unwavering, never shifting from your form. he’d always made you feel shy, his presence suffocating in a way.

but other times, its made you feel so loved the look of want smothering you up to your chin. what does one crave if not wanting to be wanted?

he closes your fist around his dick, your hand encompassed in his larger one, guiding you on how to pleasure him.

“go slow, ill lead,” he says and you nod, still staring at him.

he squeezes his fist around yours, tightening your grip around his length before slowly bringing it down to the bottom of his shaft, his tufts of purple pubic hair tickling your hand before pulling your hands back up to the tip. his foreskin moves with the motion, stretching and tightening around his dick.

your mouth waters at the image displayed of what the sight could look like, but you’d be damned if you lost the game against your boyfriend so you hold his gaze despite your want to watch you pleasure him.

he builds up a rhythm again, this time a deeper slurk slurk slurk sounding about the space. your mouth waters more as he whimpers, louder and more frequent the more you jerk him off. his eyelids sit heavy but still on you, meeting your level of competitiveness. 

he pants, almost like a dog, voice reverberating off the walls and breathing pattern matching the rhythm of your shared strokes on his cock.

awe shit, awe fuck. you want to put him in your mouth and swallow his load, you want him to fuck you softly into the couch, you want to feel him everywhere. you wanted him to give you his babies. raise a family. grow old with him. love him. awe fuck, awe shit.

“does that feel good baby?” you mew, panting in desire. he nods rapidly, eyebrows drawn to a point, mind too clouded with lust to muster up a verbal answer.

you tighten your pointer finger and thumb just slightly as he brings your hands back up to the tip. he jerks forward slightly, but keeps your gaze, groans falling from his mouth. you take you free hand and cup it under his balls, pulling up against them slightly, adding just that much more pressure.

that seems to be what sets him off. 

hitoshis eyes squeeze shut and his jaw slacks agape as he moans out “oh fuck, oh baby, oh fuck fuck fuck fuck, im gonna cum. thank you, thank you-“

he keeps the pace going before his stomach hollows and his thighs tense, slowly jerking his foreskin around his tip with your hand, and letting his head fall back against the couch.

he spurts hot cum from his angry red dick, it splatting across his chest and stomach, across your (his) sweater, and onto your thighs. he still works your hand and his up and down his softening dick, cum oozing down your hands and across your fingers, a squelch squelch squelch gracing your ears.

soon he brings your joined hands to a stop, and sighs, head lolling to the side on the back of the brown couch, eyes still closed, a small smile on his face.

he lets go of your hand, his dick, now shrunken and soft, flopping on his messy stomach. you move to wipe his spend mixed with your spit on your (HIS!!) already soiled sweater but he brings his own hand up to his mouth before licking it, bottom of his palm up the side to the tip of his finger. he pries his eyes open, immediately finding yours before removing his finger from his mouth with a pop.

“tastes good. wanna taste?” he asks and like always, you nod.

he slowly rises from the back of the couch, grabbing your face with his hands, pulling you into a deep, sweet kiss. it was an odd taste, almost like the sour cream water before you mix it up, but if it was from hitoshi, then you’d always ask for more.

you separate with a smack and you smile. he smiles back.

“you like it?” he asks, and you nod.

“toshi’ juice tastes good.”

“good. don’t ever say that stupid shit again.”

you laugh and he sticks his forehead to yours, both slick and sweat.

“where did you learn how to do that?” he questions softly. you giggle, shrugging and pulling him into another kiss, his lips soft and fitting like a puzzle piece against yours, “i told you, i’ve had a lotta time to think about it.”

“i cant wait to marry you,” he whispers, eyes crossing slightly in a post-coital haze of love and lust. you smile harder and let your head fall into the crook of his neck yet again.

“when did that turn into a competition?” you mutter, voice vibrating against his neck and sending shivers down his spine. he lets out a small groan and you smile so hard, your cheeks start to burn.

“you started it,” he accuses and you simply shake your head, “and i ended it too,”

he laughs, airy and wonderful before pressing the tip of his nose to your neck, breathing in your scent.

you let your brain fog over for a bit after such an intense emotional and physical exchange. what were you gonna make for dinner? you still had to wash the dishes from lunch. and take out the trash. and now you both are all dirty and sweaty and smelly. maybe you could shower together after some rest? thank god the couch is pleather. it would be a bitch to clean the cum off of if otherwise.

“i didn’t get you to come yet,” he reminds you, your mind hazed over with sleepiness. you hum, nuzzling further into his neck, “that’s okay. i know you’ll make it up to me.”

he kisses your neck and hums in agreement, suckling at different parts of it, leaving red marks in his lips. “i'll wake you up in a little while so we can get dinner ready. sleep well stinky.”

your mind clouds over until you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. a light snore graces hitoshis ears which only makes him smile.

he rests his back onto the couch, you nuzzling more into his chest. he interlocks his fingers together across your back, his arms resting where your waist meets your ass. the sun sets a nice shade of amber red, smothering the both of you in a calming evening heat and glow. its time to rest now.

“i love you, dork.”

important discussions

Freak

reconciliation of some sorts. happy yaoi friday

Well shit…

The real reason Shigaraki want to destroy Mt. Fuji: 😆🗻

It's so that he doesn't have to go on a mountain hike anymore. It doesn't matter if one have enhanced body modification, hiking is tiring. 🥴

No hills and mountains no more hiking. What a brilliant idea!

Source: My Hero Smash by Hirofumi Neda. (Gag manga of the My Hero Academia series by Horikoshi Kohei)

⚠️Spoilers in a way, because some of the future plots of main series have already been shown in there in symbolism, and way before that is published in the main manga.

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007. CARNATIONS

The cold air outside feels like a blanket of ice on Touya's face as he drags his feet through the snow, teeth clattering not from the cold—but from fury.

Fury because he couldn't even bear to look Endeavor in the eye without feeling his heart seize in his chest. It wasn't like the warmth and flutter inside that brought him to life when he looked at you—it was the sensation of an icicle pushing through his flesh and sinking right into his heart that he felt. Because suddenly, he wasn't looking at Endeavor anymore. He was looking at dad. His dad.

It was the undeniable sincerity in his father's eyes that threw Touya's mind off track. He couldn't find a snarky remark to shoot or an insult to spit in Endeavor's face. He couldn't find anything. Moments of the war replayed in his mind like a terrible movie he couldn't turn off. Touya wanted to ask his father if he still loved him—and that split second thought he couldn't stop shocked him to his core.

How could he still have a part of him that loved this terrible man? What was wrong with him?

His mind seemed to jolt awake from a daze as the reality of the situation set in. The bindings they used on his hands to cuff him to the table didn't stop his fingers from shaking, trembling because his father was right there. Barely a foot away from him, looking at Touya.

No, not looking at him. Seeing him. Because Enji places his palm on top of Touya's shaking one and asks if he's ok.

Dad's hands were always warm. They felt just like they had when Enji would carry Touya to bed, or when he'd pat his back after a long day of training in the relentless sun.

Enji was staring into his soul with those terrible eyes. But they weren't like Touya remembered.

Was he really remembering his own father's eyes wrong? Those eyes would show up in his dreams and haunt him for so many years. They'd stare right back at him whenever he looked into the mirror. All he ever saw was him. It didn't matter how much Touya wrecked his body, his eyes were a beacon that screamed 'LOOK AT ME'. They caught more attention that his scars often. Touya's eyes were that beautiful.

He panicked when he felt his father's hand lay on top of his. He looked down at the calloused and large fingers that held his in a firm grip, and Touya could almost feel his father's hand ruffling through his unruly red hair when he was just a kid

Touya flipped the table over before he could stop himself, trying desperately to shield his eyes from his father. But when Enji screamed his name in a panic, Touya turned around for just one moment.

His quirk's greatest weakness was his emotions. And Touya never meant to activate it, never again for as long as he lived. But the sparkling blue fire shot from his palm and towards Enji before he could stop it

Endeavor never did teach Touya how to manage his emotions.

Suddenly he was sixteen all over again. Afraid and alone and walking aimlessly as he broke the nearest window and jumped out of it.

Except he wasn't walking aimlessly. He didn't get very far before his mind quickly realized something was missing

Someone. You.

He wavered outside near the perimeter of the hospital. Touya braced his arm against the trunk of a nearby tree as his breathing came out in erratic and panicked huffs, not enough oxygen filling his lungs to breathe

He needed you. He wouldn't leave—how could he? You were inside somewhere, and you were probably worried. Or maybe you were angry—maybe you were disappointed in him. The thought of you being upset with him has Touya clutching his chest as he closes his eyes, repeating the breathing exercises you taught him over and over again.

He just needed to see you. To tell you he didn't leave. He couldn't leave—he knew one of the consequences could be them taking you away from him. The mere thought has him squeezing his eyes in frustration as he clenches his fists

He doesn't know what to do. He's scared. He feels like a helpless kid, and the overwhelming need to be cared for was at a record breaking high. He'd give everything he had just to see your face right now.

The air smelled faintly of smoke as he watched the evacuees exit the hospital hurriedly. No one appeared to be hurt. Touya wonders if he'll ever get to go on walks with you through the recreational garden again. His guilt was a feeling too strong, and his head hurt like hell.

Touya's heart leaps to the sky before dropping straight to his feet when he feels your hand wrap around his arm

You're pulling him away from the crowd. Touya's larger than you, heavier and taller too. So when you tug on him, hard, he has to move his feet himself to follow you. But it's hard to walk, because he feels like putty and his eyes are wide and blurry with unshed tears he quickly pushes back. The voices of the patients and doctors slowly fade away as the sound of your breathing captures his attention wholly

"Y/n." He whispers, wrapping a shaky hand around your wrist as you suddenly whirl around, your arms encaging him in a hug as he goes completely still. Your face is hidden in his chest, and he finally notices it's snowing when he looks down and sees the snowflakes intertwined between the strands of your soft hair

You're cold. He knows you are because your arms are shaking and your cheeks are tinted pink from the night air. He lets his cheek smush against the crown of your head as he entangles his limbs with yours. It was much more than a hug. Maybe it looked like a hug to an outsider watching the two of you—but you had just touched Touya's soul when your fingers fisted his hospital gown and your hair tickled his cheek

Touya did not like to be touched. But right now, he was melting into your embrace.

"Touya," You choke out, and when you look up at him, he sees your glossy eyes and trembling lips. But you're so brave for him. You swallow down your emotions and quickly move to inspect his burns, holding him so carefully that he finds himself forgetting the stinging pain of his newly acquired injuries as he watches you

When Touya was a little boy, his father was his hero.

He had forgotten that feeling. Of loving someone so much that they embodied everything one would ever need. Of loving someone to the point where you want to latch onto them and never let go. Touya loved like he hated, with a burning passion. Endeavor lost the status of being Touya's hero, and he thought that role would remain untaken. Destined to be forever alone is how Touya often thought of himself after burning up at Sekoto peak. But then there was you. And suddenly Touya's heart was beating again.

"This is so above your fucking pay grade." Touya croaks, a hoarse laugh leaving his throat as you look up at him

"Oh, Touya." You whisper, heart breaking at the sight of his smile. He had a beautiful smile. He smiled with his teeth, wide and big and even after all that happened, he still managed to make you smile too.

"Can I..." You begin, trailing off as he nods, opening his arms and allowing you back into the spot between his arms

"Please, Y/n."

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; everybody boo the author for taking so long with this chapter!! 😠🍅🍅🍅 sorry for making you babys wait so long ☹️☹️ also uh...how are we feeling with the chapter leaks...? we get the official one tmr... yeah i think i'll take it from here horikoshi ☺️ *snatches his drawing pen*

and thank you all SO much for all the love 😭🩷🩷 the comments i get on this story seriously make my day. no my week. NO MY LIFE. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH 😭💓💓💓💓

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