7+8=15

7+8=15

20+40=60

60+15=75

GETTING UP AND BEING ACKNOWLEDGED

Why the fuck am I horny for that 😮‍💨🥺 but babe that is literally so fucking on point. You’ve been converting me to a bakugo girl and I’m not even mad when it brings this big brain content

THINKING ABT THINKING ABT *GASPS FOR AIR* THINKING ABT BAKUGOU WHOS PUPILS DILATE WHEN HE LOOKS AT U LIKE LIKE U KNOW THAT VIDEO WHERE THE GIRLS TAKING A VID AND SHE SAYS LOOK AY ME AND HE LOOKS AT HER AND HIS PUPILS GO ⚫️⚫️

No because this is seriously making me YELL and CRY and SCREAM... he thinks he's so slick being all grumpy to you, not realizing everything about his body language is such a dead giveaway to the fact that he loves you... LOVES you.

And the thing about Bakugo is, even though he 100% is, he never wants to do actually reveal that he's absolutely obsessed with you and everything you do. He'll do everything in his power (even if it's not very convincing) to pretend that he doesn't hang off your every word like it's the gospel and when he isn't busy, sit around waiting for you to give him attention.

I'm just thinking about like, dozing off next to him, maybe watching a movie after work, your feet on his lap... and I don't even know, maybe you whisper something to him about going to bed...

And the moment he turns to look at you, his pupils are going all wide and he's leaning in as if to better hear what you're trying to say... just staring at your face with such an intensity that makes you go weak UIJGFSFKL...

It's not even harsh or mean, either. Just soft and attentive like he wants you to cup his jaw in your hands.

It's hard when this happens because what are you supposed to do? Not kiss your boyfriend? Yeah he grumbles about you wiggling around and moving the blanket trying to get up, but as he looks at you like that, eyes wide and dark, it's hard not to just get closer to him... :(((

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Also, another thing I can see Bakugo doing... no matter if you've been fighting or are tired and whatnot... he's always facing in your direction. His head could be tilted backwards, he could be talking to someone else... but if you're in the room, his feet and chest are still gonna be pointed toward you. He just... can't not pay attention to you, even when he's LITERALLY NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO YOU.

You're his focus, always.

(And I cry when you combine these two things... you walk into his office when he's discussing something with someone, and immediately his pupils are dilating and he's getting up to acknowledge you... he doesn't even have to say anything.)

The beautiful art of @hanta96art from Instagram, this absolute amazing picture of Enji is just 😮‍💨🥵

“I’ve been thinking,” Ukai takes a pull from his cigarette. He’s leaned over the porch’s railing, overlooking his family’ farm at the sunset paints it over with a soft, yet burning red. The dinner plates dry in their rack, his parents prepare their futons for sleep, your hand finds his: everything is in it’s proper place. 

“That’s never a good sign,” you tease.

“Oh, quit it.” his crumbles his brow as he taps the ash from the end of his stick, “I’m tryin’ to be serious.”

“I’m sorry, bug,” you squeeze his hand tight, “Continue.”

You don’t remember where the nickname started, but you know why it stuck. Whenever you called him Bug, Keishin smiled differently than usual- with crinkles at both corners of his eyes and a sweet rosy blush that cut through his summer tan.

“We’ve been dating for a while.” he keeps tapping the cigarette, bouncing the amber embers, “And uh- my family- dammit, I lost momentum. I had this speech prepared-”

You lean into his shoulder and dot a kiss into his bicep. He still smells of the day’s work, rich with soil and sweat, but you’re sure that you smell the same. “It’s okay,” you reassure, “This isn’t a volleyball game, I’m not the boys- I don’t need some speech. I just need you.”

He groans, tossing his head back with fake annoyance, but making no attempt to hide his smile. “Aw,  there you go again. Always flustering me.” Keishin nudges your side with his elbow before tossing his arm over your shoulder. “I swear you do it on purpose.”

You both chuckle, letting the laughter dissolve into silence as you watch the shadows slowly move across the farm. He extinguishes the cigarette, even though it’s only half done, and just breathes. You’re not sure if he notices that it’s in time with you. 

You hope he does. There’s a magic in how naturally being with each other has become.

“Do you like my family?” he says after a long time.

You don’t even think before you respond. “Of course I do!” you blanche.

“Would you like to be a part of it?” 

It takes longer for these words to sink in. “Ukai Keishin,” his family name tastes different now, “Are you asking me to marry you?

“Yeah,” he laughs so gently, barely more than a puff of air, “I guess I am. If you’ll take me.”

Just wanna be Daichi’s wifey- wanna sleep on his side of the bed. Laying in that position 👀 on your belly, one leg hiked. The one that puts your cute panties on display. Thick hips spilling around them, cute pussy pressed hard against the material. All for him to see when he comes home in the early morning hours

He absolutely takes a minute to just watch you rest, peacefully. Before lightly stirring you- he’d give you sweet kisses and light touches, telling you to stay how you are.

He’d rub a heavy hand over your cunt. Keeps going back and forth until he can feel your panties dampen, seeks your clit out with his thumb- rolling slow steady circles against it.

Not that anyone asked for my opinion on this but-

Bakugo fingers you precisely, kneeled before your soft core- your legs hitched over his own, with the pads of his rough fingers hitting away at your g spot with every stroke. He likes how you look under him the most.

Kirishima fingers you lovingly, on his side beside you, cradling your face into his neck. Big palm grinding on your clit while he hooks two fingers inside. He whispers soft praises and affirmations against your check.

Denki fingers you enthusiastically, he likes it when you’re on all fours above him. He eats you out from underneath, playing with your pretty pussy with one hand and reaching up for your breast with the other. He never stops moaning pretty things to you.