𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭
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you grimaced as the nurse finished wrapping the bandage around your arm. who knew such a minuscule injury would result in you having to spend the night in the nurse’s office.
rubbing your eyes with tiredness, you turned to sleep as the nurse left with a bang of the door.
“fuck.” you recognized that scruffy voice anywhere. quickly getting up to verify, you slid the curtains to your bed revealing a bandaged Ghost.
“youre fucking kidding me.” simon fucking riley the one guy you couldn’t get along with on the team.
“lovely to see ya too, sweetheart.”
“what the fuck are you doing here?”
he held his hand up, “someone knock their head too?” a mission gone wrong. you had forgotten to clear every room in the house resulting in not one but two men getting the jump on you and ghost.
“right. you gonna scold me about that too?”
“hell fucking yeah.” he scoffed. “i’ve met children better at this job than you. bloody lucky you have gotten the boot yet.”
“everyone seems to agree with you on that one.” a few moments passed between you as you both kept eye contact.
“i could give two fucks,” he began, the energy in the room seemed to shift. “you almost died and I’ll be damned if I let that happen.” you stared as he made his way over to your bed, towering over you.
“then show me you care.” your mouths immediately smashed into eachother as if you both had been waiting for this moment forever. it was almost as if a fire had started in your mind that had been waiting to be stoked.
both your clothes came off like honey, simon taking his time to kiss every bit and piece of you as if he wished to imprint it in his mind forever.
“want me to eat this pretty little cunt, yeah?” you whimpered for him, hips lifting towards his mouth. “that’s too bloody bad then.” he chuckled as he immediately slid inside you without prep.
it was like you were seeing stars - his huge length accompanied by the zero prep stunned you. it was like your body was a song and his fingers already knew all the notes. his rhythm, in up out, was something you never knew you needed but now you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without.
“fu-fuck you,”
“mm, love to.” he continued his assault as he pumped into your hips with force. you refused. you refused to show the fucker he actually was fucking you good.
“ill fuck you out, love.” he smirked, “maybe fuck some sense in ya, hah?” you weren’t gonna last.
him googling how to be funny after seeing how much you laugh at denki’s jokes
his only ick being that he HAS to swim with googles and the flip flops that go in between your toes
watches romcoms and just questions the main couples actions throughout the whole movie
can freestyle surprisingly well
petty!shoto posting pics of u at specific angles knowing katsuki uses them to masturbate in his room
katsuki fucking ppl who look just like you just for a inkling of what it’s like
adult!katsuki drunkenly confessing to adult!shoto abt his love for you
jealous!shoto taking you home off after friends night out and fucking you to remind you of who you belong to
various cosplayers/shippers dropping porn of all three of you in paris
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Sex Pollen, Angst & Fluff
During a fundraiser, you’re hit with an odd quirk; your ex-boyfriend is there to save you.
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☁︎ what the angels *ੈ✩ will sing for the man who enters me for the first time (ʃƪ˶˘ ﻬ ˘˶)
imagining ghost struggling to work out as he watches you across the room. with your thin basketball shorts and see through tank top how else was he supposed to focus on his reps. no, instead he’ll watch you as you eased downwards weights in hand. the way your ass curved, the way your waist eased in & out. he silently groaned as he felt his pants tighten in anticipation. if only he could just talk to you.
shoto the type to wait till sum1 leave the room to start running his mouth about their outfit
dad! shoto the type to sleep with the kids at any minor argument just to further annoy you
shoto the type to speedrun the enderdragon in under 3 hours
shoto the type to pretend to be dead in order to avoid sum1
shoto the type to cry during the class 1-A’s Big Hero 6 viewing
adult! shoto the type to thank you for the meal before going down on you
denki kissing ur stretch marks asking you to promise to never do it again for him ok? 🥺
him 100% listening to kpop but he’s also an avid kdrama watcher and sometimes him & katsuki exchange recs
his birthmarks consisting of little lightening bolts
he’s bi4bi and t4t hate to say it
him shooting lil shocks through you when he cums
2 am texts with the my hero boys
shoto
katsuki
kiri
“She looks fucking gorgeous.” Shoto opted not to respond to the comment choosing instead to focus on the soft rain that cascaded down his window pane.
With the soft plat! of the magazine on his wooden desk, however, Shoto begrudgingly made eye contact with his former classmate.
He had previously sat comfortably in his chair but now he shifted with uncertainty as the air around him squeezed him in shame.
“She does.” He agreed, looking down at the braided coils and brown skin that donned the magazine cover.
The soft plattering of water echoed on the walls around the two men as neither looked up from the thin paper booklet.
“You fucked up letting that one go.” The hero spoke again after a few beats. The palpable energy in the room rivaled that of a battle zone. Two men who seemingly once had everything and lost it all.
“There’s nothing better you have to do, Bakugo?”
“Ha, then rub this shit in your face?” Shoto let out a sigh.
“Y’kno, when you got her in the end, I swallowed my pride for her sake,” He smirked but his red eyes glowed in the dark room, screaming with something deeper than petulant contempt. “Turns out I gave her up for some righteous bastard who doesn’t even know what he got.“
The wind swirled outside as Shoto sat in silence in the dimmed room. He knew he was right.
“Fix it.” He spat.
katsuki’s most listened song being OMG by newjeans
katsuki the type to full-on threaten to blow you up if you mess up while cooking with him (jokingly or not)
dad!katsuki the type to ruin his kid’s sandcastle just to laugh in their face after
katsuki the type to fart in your face while play wrestling
katsuki the type to throat fuck you when you complain of a sore throat