Okay So Whos Ur Bestie In The Jjk Verse?

okay so who’s ur bestie in the jjk verse? 

How do we feel about hearing impaired Bakugo? I know I’ve seen some HC’s of it here and there but not a lot (at least not in my area of tumblr).

Now I am not part of the deaf/HoH community and am absolutely not an expert on this by any means. I don’t understand all the day to day struggles as in depth as I’d like to. I just really don’t want to be THAT person you know? 😬😬

ANYWAY back to my thoughts at hand

I have some mixed feelings about it all, of course depending on when he loses his hearing, or maybe he’s never had it all to begin with.

If it started occurring when he was young I feel like he would be pressured into getting a cochlear implant, by his mom mostly. To me she feels like the type not to embrace that openly. I could genuinely see her getting upset when he as a child responds to her less and less. Or when he asks for things to be repeated, for her to slow down when she talks.

He’s expected to get everything right the first time and that’s just not how it works- she’s the mom that unironically says “read my lips” like that’s just something everyone can do. Also says things like “didn’t you hear what I said?” or “I know you’re ignoring me”, she definitely screams at him when he doesn’t respond quick enough. In instances like the last lines I see him sticking his device to something and leaving it there for her to find as a giant fuck you.

But generally within the surrounding community, life just not readily accessible to everyone. She would see this as the only “acceptable” option for her son to be normal (what the fuck even is normal).

I think when he grew up he would come to resent her a lot for not allowing him to choose for himself. Growing up in a household that views you as a disappointment is hard.

In this scenario I could see him learning sign on his own, whether it be online in his spare time, of course when he’s a little older. Or with the help of his father- I feel like he would be much more accepting and helpful here. Actively trying to get his son into a community where he feels like he’s understood. One where he is enough as he is.

To jump to something happier like I intended this to be-

Katsuki would be such a passionate sign user. His personality and attitude being so expressive; there’s no way he’s being misunderstood anymore. Of course he can still use his processor for school and his hero work, but when he’s off the clock he definitely doesn’t wear it.

Of course there’s the HCs of his friends learning sign to communicate with him better, and it pretty much becomes a must when he refuses to wear the device unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Him teaching them the basics and then bringing them to a deaf function would be a great bonding experience for him and the squad, they’re all learning so much and getting to be people he can rely on a little more. Instead of being so alone.

My favorite thing to think about when it comes to stuff like that is that everyone’s sign name would be something hilarious to him, if not offensive. He definitely gives them their names without them knowing it. But would eventually have to change them when he introduces them to other people in his community.

(The sign for shitty hair is probably something that would get a lot of confused looks, and finger spelling is waaaaaaaaay too impractical for day to day conversation)

Soft and sweet Natsuo who never so much as raises his voice with his baby, but brings her back to his childhood home to fuck like a whore

I’m in distress 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Here we are at 2:30 AM and I've got 18+ Kirishima brain rot happening.

((Minors DNI))

Warning: Sleep fucking

Thinking about him waking you up because you've been grinding on his fat thigh for who knows how long. Little whimpers and soft puffs of air each time you make a pass. You're soaked through and he's painfully hard.

If he was a more immoral man, he would have just shimmed his boxers down, slid your panties to the side, and slip right in because he knows you're wet enough to take him.

But, because he was a better man than most, he holds your hips steady making you pout and look only more fuckable, softly whispering your name, he'd beg you to wake up. And when your eyes finally open he asks you, "Sweet girl, do you know what you've been doing to me?"

Even barely awake, you felt what you'd been doing and you'd nod.

"Such a needy little one, aren't you," He'd start rocking your hips for you, watching your eyes close again.

"Gonna let me put this cock in you while you sleep? Don't worry, I'll be sure you cum all over it."

He waits for your sleep little, mmhm. And it was so easy for him to sink into you, all the way to the hilt, "Just go back to sleep, baby, you don't have to do a damn thing."

I’m writing a small sero thing but needed inspiration again 🥺🥺

I desperately need you to describe the Sero in your head

rugged.. sero is like.. 6'2 in my head. dark black hair that like.. curls a little on the nape of his neck. super nice smile, super straight and nice teeth. his hair is dark but fine. toned but not super fit. lots of thick hands, not pretty but you can tell he works with them a lot, callouses on his knuckles. agile? great legs and super nice calves despite not being super muscular. great shoe game.. always smiles like weed and cologne lmao. built very sturdy but still skinny. wears size 12s in mens. oversized t-shirts are his go-to. thinner lips but they fit his face. squarer nose.. nice jaw. pointy ears

High sex with pro hero cellophane though.“Deprived, this is so common. It’s outdated. We’ve seen that so much.” I know- I know but:

Maybe not smoking all the time with Sero, but on the days that are just so shitty- you need to take the edge off? He’s got you.

Laying with him on the couch, your legs tossed over his. Staring at the ceiling with a pretty blunt between your lips. One hand rubbing your thighs; massaging the skin there. He knows just what you both need.

When he slides up high, fingers brushing over the slick fabric pressed against you- there’s no arguing with that.

He’d make quick work of plucking the cherry from you, and placing his lips above your own. Knee having taken place of his fingers- he works a huff and a release of smoke out of you. He’d breathe in heavily. Taking you into all of his senses. After he’d roll his thigh down, let you get used to the lazy pace he sets, before grabbing your hips and dragging you along him.

Bodies moving to compliment one another.

Push and pull, like the moon and the ocean.

He talks dirty when he’s buzzing, but worse when he’s not, not too lost in his own feelings to forget you and your thoughts. Knowing that you still listen to everything he says, consumed with him for the time. Whispers sweet nothings and praises to you. He loves it when you whine out for him more, mi amor or even just his name would be enough to merit his own response- a shushed “I know, baby, I know.” pressed into your lips