His Chapter

So swamped in work that I can’t post enough😭

I want nothing more than Himbo!Bokuto who’s just utterly infatuated with you.

Who can’t stop thinking about you and when he gets to see you next. Whos cock gets a little too hard when you smile at him all pretty or ruffle his hair.

Himbo!Bokuto who gets on his knees a little too quick when he’s told. It’s an instantaneous response.

Himbo!Bokuto who can’t function properly if you don’t touch him when he needs it.

Just Himbo!Bokuto❤️

Random BNHA HeadCannons!

Izuku wet the bed until he was 9

Ochako takes all the perfume samples from the mall and stores

Momo does not understand texting slang at all and types very formally. She signs her name at the end of every text.

Shoto can’t ride a bike.

Denki has large amounts of trash under his bed and probably unknown substances to man.

Katsuki sometimes snorts when he laughs really hard.

Sero enjoys listening to people talk about what they like and people vent minor things to him.

Tsu needs help brushing her long hair.

Shinso has narcolepsy and falls asleep around campus sometimes.

Jiro’s room is soundproof so she can play her instruments.

Koda spends a lot of time in the school gardens tending to the flowers and talking to the birds.

Look at him all dressed up and dashing😭❤️ I totally see him wearing bows instead of ties🥺

Sadly I could not find the artist but if anyone knows it lmk and I’ll add credits!

@yuichi-ro

When you can finally play Twisted Wonderland on mobile

What do you think about Denki Kaminari👁👁

I think…That it’s not fair that he’s not crying under me while I jerk him off sticky globs of cum coating my fingers acting like lube :((

But as a less horny reply I genuinely like his character and think he doesn’t get the credit he deserves! His quirk has so much potential and he has a great personality! His smile is also really cute❤️

Also you’re my first ask on this blog so thank you! My ask box is always open unless stated otherwise😌

Blue

Dabi angst fic, not really proof read, doesn’t contain any strong topics aside from strong hatred.

Cold. Cold was all you felt, a feeling you had almost forgotten. Forgotten how cruel it was how it was as it enveloped your bruised and beaten body. Snowflakes fell from the dark, chilly sky as wind weaved through the buildings.

Sitting atop the snowy ground you were leaning against the hard mossy brick of the LOV building a shadow cast along your face as you held your body together despite the pain from the burns and bruises. With labored breathing you raised your head to look at his face. Turquoise eyes stared back, the way they looked at you made the snow beneath your feet feel almost warm in comparison.

You had predicted this day long ago and knew it was only a matter of time before it came. You had played your role for the league you had performed admirably, it earned you praise among them. Now that you had done your part you were to be disposed of because you were no longer of worth.

You knew this was coming, you knew you wouldn’t be around for too long, you were almost hyper aware of it. Yet you cracked just a bit, you let yourself smile a little too genuinely at his snide comments and rude remarks, relished a bit too much at the feeling of his rough and burnt skin. Relaxed a tad bit more than you should have at the familiar burnt smell from him.

Doomed from the beginning, you knew that you were and no matter how many heinous crimes you committed, no matter how much blood you covered your hands in... You found yourself to be unable to rid yourself of the human feeling of love despite society seeing you as no longer human.

Though on this snowy day in January, you remembered why you should have ridden yourself of this emotion. Giving a cold-eyed appraisal of the situation, he stepped forward though you could not bring yourself to even uselessly try pushing back farther into the wall. Your body ached and started to go numb starting from your legs. The wounds ached a bit more when he squatted down to your eye level.

You knew you were fighting back tears finally met with the despair of death you both had cruelly tormented others with. His hand reached out to caress your face, his touch was disgustingly gentle, quite different to the harsh and hot hands he had beat you with just a few seconds earlier.

Staring back at him with red watery eyes you were sure you looked pathetic for someone who was infamous for being such a cruel and powerful villain. Everything you had once felt for the black-haired man before you were nothing more than a wistful memory. All that was left was a very bitter feeling that seemed to bubble over in the moment. Gathering what little strength you had left you spat at his face the glob landing on his cheek, his eyes flashed for a split second with amusement.

The hand he had placed on your cheek swept over a wound to collect the blood which in turn made you hiss in pain. “You really don’t know when to knock it off do you?...Always hated that about you, you know?” His croaky voice that you once enjoyed filled you with nothing but abhorrence now, your eyes were no longer teary, instead they stared into his cold ones with malevolence.

Not that you cared anymore but you still found yourself searching for an inkling of emotion in his lackluster eyes, but you found nothing.

The slightly warm palm that had been held to your cheek without moving much had begun to heat up slowly but surely. He started talking once more his tone casual not befitting the current situation at hand “hey you had that really dumb nickname for me...What was it again...Oh...Blue.” It was a nickname you had given him when you first joined the league, and you did not know his name.

Everything you had done led right up to your demise but what you regretted most was letting that emotion even if it was just a little. You should have known a man like himself lost the ability to love another long ago leaving only the hollow shell where a soul once resided. Perhaps it would have made this moment less bitter, perhaps if he loved you in return, it could have been bittersweet.

His hand continued to heat up while his other hand stroked your hair. It was in an almost mocking manner like he was trying to comfort his partner after a grueling day. Even as his hands heated up to an excruciating degree he did not cease his action.

Oh, how you resented him.

But oh, how you resented yourself more for being a fool.

His vile smirk was the last thing you saw before your body went up in a hot flash and your vision was taken over by one color.

Blue.

Cough cough DABI cough cough gosh I must be sick😷

i love stories about betrayal i love depravity i love tragedy i love miscommunication i love backstabbing i love when characters encourage each other to be worse i love dysfunctional partners i love misfits & i love it most of all when they are bisexual

Katsuki Bakugou is most definitely into praise but like in the most degrading way. Hit him with a “who’s my good little slut?” And he’s in SHAMBLES.

This is not a topic that’s up for debate deal with it✋

Feminism suddenly leaves my body when it snows over 12 inches and someone needs to shovel

Sorry I’m putting on my apron and grabbing the duster

I need a big strong man to shovel the snow for me