Aizawa Sketches EEEEEKKK He's So Husband

My hero links

> pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links (PLS know these characters are age up I do not do minors)

~ Katsuki Bakugo

Teasing him with a photo

He had a long day at work

Some guy was flirting with you

Showing you how strong he is

Helping him in the locker room

Teaching you a lesson

~ Izuku Midoriya

Teasing him with a photo

Pampering him after work

Helping him under his desk

Doing it in his office

Gentle

Slow makeout

~ Hitoshi Shinso

Mornings with him

Mirror play

Training you

Night quickie

Using his fingers

Wearing free access pajamas for him

~ Shoto Todoroki

Wearing the robe he bought you

On a trip with him

Showers with him

Trying new cuffs he bought

Stuffing you

Body worship

I survived because the fuck it we ball inside me burned brighter than the it's so over around me

All Might and Katsuki's dynamic to me. Alternate ver. under the cut

proud mentor + rival?? former childhood friend? confidante??

why are yall not talking about the information yall don’t know? yall fake

Oh, and here's the "movie"... congrats, boom boom boy!

"Hey, Nanamin!"

Kento looked over his newspaper, to the bubblegum boy gleaming into the staffroom. Kento hummed, his cover-all noise for greeting, confirmation, disapproval, etc.

"I'm buying us lunch today. Know anywhere good to eat?" Yuuji bubbled, pulling his wallet out with a flourish.

Kento frowned, firm in his chastisement. "You should save your money, Itadori-kun. You don't buy lunch when you're with me. It's wasteful, frankly, for someone with minimal income such as yourself. You should be more sensible with your money."

Yuuji's bottom lip puckered, but he remained bright and doubled down. "It's just, you buy lunch every time I'm on a mission with you, and-- and I'm really grateful, it's just that today--"

"I appreciate the offer." Kento stood, clipped, moving over to you, witnessing the exchange from your place by the coffee machine.

Kento turned away from Yuuji, pouring another coffee. "But it isn't necessary. I don't expect you to be offering to buy an adult lunch, when you should be building some savings. When you have time, I can talk you through what sorts of savings accounts you can--"

"Ahhh no no no Nanamin it's okay, I...I'm good. It's okay. I'm...I'm good." Yuuji deflated, his rainbows muting. "I'll uh...I'll see you after you eat, then, yeah?"

Yuuji closed the door. You tippy-tapped your fingers on the counter, looking shrewdly at Kento as he washed his used mug. You mused aloud.

"Yuuji hasn't got a dad." Silence. Splashing water. You sipped your coffee. "Hasn't got a grandfather either." Kento bristled, wondering as to your meaning, placing his mug upside down to drain.

"I assume you have a poin--"

"It's Father's Day." Kento froze. His brain whirred. "You buy your Father lunch on Father's Day to show you appreciate him--"

"Please excuse me." Kento walked to the staffroom door, frantically paddling below a smooth surface. The door closed, clicking politely. You heard Kento's steps speed up as he ran down the corridor, hearing him growing fainter as he called in the distance:

"Itadori-kun. Come back! Itadori-kun! Buy me lunch!"

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Kento's fingers itched to reach for his card in his favourite coffee shop, clenching his fists instead as Yuuji counted out his cash. Kento couldn't deny, sat at the window with a casse-croute, that seeing Yuuji's face light up with the joy of gift-giving, made it all exquisitely worth it.

Yuuji's joy was fragile. He broke the silence over his panini.

"...I'm sorry it's not much."

"It's perfect. This is my favourite meal. I'm..." Kento broke off, his voice thick, his mind lost somewhere in the bustling crowds beyond the window. Yuuji brimmed with pride.

"...thank you, Yuuji."

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hi, i don't know if you've seen the statistics for the arab.org clicks but in the last quarter of 2023, they generated $380 for unrwa - not a huge amount in context of palestinians who need much more than that to leave gaza, but nobody had to donate those dollars. those were generated. and generally, they raise ~$100 per quarter, with most of it coming from their own bridging the gap of donations to make it worth it. i got curious and looked at the stats yesterday and just thought i'd point it out because i feel like people don't see the results of the "daily click" and maybe this would prove that it is actually well worth it. wishing you well <3

thank you anon, that’s a really amazing point!! here’s a reminder to do your daily clicks.

arab.org

Help the Palestinian People with a Click

Please help deliver support to Palestinian families; all you have to do is to click once a day for free, every day!

Nah I'm pretty sure that was it.

there are two werewolves inside me and they’re both going to cum real hard

…..or whatever the saying was

hi. rotting on two things so i’ll let you pick which to respond to.

yuuji who gets so flustered over that cute girl he works with who has a soft tummy and thick thighs. 🥴

megumi coming home after a long day at work, exhausted and frustrated, so he needs to take his frustration out on smth pretty. 😵‍💫

i’ll be back for megumi. for rn i wanna talk about yuuji… and let’s say this is a normalcy au, no curses n such

tw: um…thigh fucking.

•yuuji who adores pop culture so much he probably ends up working in a place just as nerdy, owning a place rather. a cozy shop lined with the latest manga and newest limited edition figures. he’s good at what he does, has an answer to everything, he’s top notch at making sales just by how kind he is. he’s easy to talk to, kind on the eyes. though no matter how great he was, he couldn’t do everything alone. he’d need extra hands around the place eventually. he just wasn’t expecting a woman. scratch that, he wasn’t expecting to have forced proximity with a hot woman.

even at 30, he didn’t date much, no matter how much of a smooth talker he pretended to be. in fact he couldn’t remember the last time he went on a proper date or even lied next to a woman. it wasn’t his top priority, he was a busy man, running the shop and all. even so, he had never felt so flustered. you talked real sweet, big doe eyes always batting weighty lashes at him, a sugarplum with an alternative style. he could dig it. but…you were so pretty that he found himself stumbling over his words like a fumbling teenager. he never knew ears could burn for this long. you had the cutest round cheeks, rosy and bright, he could look at your smile all day but…but he cursed himself for how many times he had to stop his eyes from drifting, wandering to the heft of your breasts, or the mouth watering pudge of your tummy in all those pretty dresses you wore. he felt like such a grade A pervert every time his gaze lingered on the thickness of your thighs when they were so perfectly snug in your ripped jeans. he wanted to lick every ripple of skin that peaked through the denim.

you truly were a sweetheart, and he felt like shit for thinking the way that he did. you weren’t an object for him to gawk at, your were a person. but…but.. BUT he couldn’t control the amount of times he would chub up in his joggers every time you bent at the waist to reorganize a shelf of merchandise, or worse, when you got down on your knees to do it instead. he always got the perfect view of your ass, so juicy and just begging to be bitten into. he nearly jumped out of his skin every time you would call to him while he was fantasizing, never anything he’d repeat in a church that’s for sure.

“you okay, itadori?”

and most time’s he could only manage a pathetic nod or a choked up mumble because he felt so exposed. if only you knew how many times he had daydreamed about kissing you all over, or splaying you out on the floor and burying his face between those sinful thighs of yours.

• i feel like it would have to be you who makes the first move, maybe when summer rolls around quicker than the ocean’s tide. when the heat of the sun comes in with a fury so you have to wear less to combat it. you weren’t dumb, anyone with eyes could see how poorly yuuji covered up boners, or when he’d try to cough to cover a strained whine whenever you two bushed together in one of the tight aisles of the shop. it was frustrating though, he never put in effort to ask you out. he clammed up whenever you said something flirty. you just didn’t take him for being someone so shy.

using the heat to your advantage, you showed up to work in a pair of shorts you’d normally not wear out and tank top. the place had no dress code, so it wasn’t like you were breaking any rules, but the way the man’s eyes nearly tried to bulge out of his head when he saw you was a prominent confidence booster. he was so damn easy. he could barely look you in the eye all day but you saw it, the way his eyes would quickly dart to your plunging neckline. you could feel his stare whenever he thought you weren’t the wiser. he was putty in your hands and to be fair, you enjoyed the power trip. you two liked to hang out and chat after closing, plot out new layouts for the merchandise on the sales floor or sometimes just chat about nothing in particular.

tonight it was no different, except it was because this time you had been tired of waiting. this time you had him pressed up close, his shirt bitten and held with his teeth as you both watched the scene playing out between you. his cock, blushed and leaky, was slipping in and out of the tight space between your thighs. his hands gripped at the soft flesh of your sides beneath your shirt, resisting the urge to leave thumb shaped bruises. you hadn’t even bothered to remove your shorts, just let him thrust desperately, using his own sticky precum as lube.

he liked your thighs so much…right? he didn’t seem to mind, too hazy and far gone to even bask in the embarrassment. he was all labored breathing and frustrated growls, chasing his climax like a dog would it’s own tail. you were so soft, but it almost was too much and not enough as the fat of your thighs lovingly hugged his shaft, covering his whole length completely.

“that all you got, yuuji? this can’t possibly be how you expect to fuck me, right?”

his eyes fluttered, hips jerked, head shook rapidly at the thought. you were quick to pull his shirt from his mouth, awed by the string of spit the trailed and the dumb look on his face.

“right?” you pressed, loving his flushed cheeks and knitted brows.

“n-no— fuck- i-“

you had the nerve to giggle at his stammering, locking your ankles over one another to make the makeshift pussy that was the space between your thighs, that much tighter. itadori gasped, slipping his hands down to grab at your ass instead, gripping the mailable flesh with both hands, making you meet his thrusts. it made you brace yourself on the counter you two were leaning against, made your tits recoil from the force while pressing up against him.

“wanna fuck you so bad, so damn pretty.”

“oh yeah?”

“yes. god you’re a minx.”

you cheesed, “i need you to cum for me, yu’. i know you can make such a beautiful mess for me, can’t you honey?”

he felt dipped in ice water, electrified by your words and you didn’t need to say much more before he was grunting loudly with your name on his tongue. heated ropes of thick cum pumped from his tip and ran down your legs like milk, making you sticky in more places than one. one of your hands snaked between you both, wrapping around his twitching cock easily. he hissed, whined at the sensitivity before reaching for your wrist to still your movements.

“w-wait. just gimme a second.”

“you want me to stop?,” you purred, hand massaging him nice and slow.

“no. no please don’t stop.”

“that’s what i thought.”

….but that’s just a few thoughts.

taggging @thenamesmiz bc i know you love yuuji too