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Dungeon meshi cafe au! The cafe is monster themed and senshi helps out with the menu after the cafe almost shuts down

oh no….

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

first date

Mi menso

Mammon-OM!

⚜️wear the hat, ride the cowboy⚜️

This one has a nsfw ver. too! The link to it is on my Twitter!

There’s a lot of things that Mammon wants to say to you but can’t.

He wants to tell you how much he likes the way your eyebrows scrunch up wherever you’re concentrating on something important.

He wants to tell you that he spends a good chunk of his time staring at his D.D.D., willing for you to send him a text.

And, when you do finally text him? He wants to tell you how giddy he gets every time. It’s to the point where he has to wait a few seconds to text you back, or else he’d just send you some incomprehensible key board smash every time.

He wants to tell you that the sound of your voice is enough to send him spiraling. It’s the same sweet voice that calls out to him every morning, laughs with him during RAD, and hums to your favorite songs playing on his car radio. It’s also the same voice that he hopes would someday whisper sweet nothings in his ear when nobody is looking.

He wants to tell you that he often plans his future with you. What it would be like to live with you permanently, whether you two would stay in the human world or the Devildom, and how often you guys would visit the other world. It isn’t something he can dwell on for too long.

He wants to tell you that there have been multiple times where he catches himself staring at you for far, far too long. It isn’t something that he does on purpose, but sometimes the moonlight catches the light in your eyes at just the right angle that he can’t help but to marvel at your beauty.

He wants to tell you that he craves your touch constantly. He needs to feel your hand in his constantly, but the second his skin grazes yours, butterflies flutter anxiously in his stomach. It’s too much to bear sometimes, but he can’t imagine being away from your touch for too long.

He wants to tell you that he daydreams about you a lot. His mind makes up so many scenarios about you against his will. He spends his time thinking about sharing an umbrella in the rain with you or other cutesy romantic things. He realizes that he may have a problem when he subconsciously doodles his thoughts rather than writing his notes in class.

He wants to tell you how much he l— lo— lov—

Mammon wants to tell you how much he cares about you, but how can he when he can’t even admit it to himself?

I’ve been feeling so bad lately…..I guess planets in the microwave again

YOOHOOOOOOO IM HELLA LATE BUT HERE HE IS, perfect for barbie✨

creds to Sadx3x for suggesting this!!

BOYFRIEND HOBIE BROWN HCS

wanted to put something out while i work on requests!

Main love language is physical touch. In cold weather he holds you under his jacket or holds your hands in between his, rubbing his thumbs over your skin.

Pulls you towards him by your waist, belt loops, jewelry (obviously super gently), and sleeves, always with a little, “C’mere.”

Sits you in his lap when you cry, holding your face in his hands and collecting your tears on his thumbs. He kisses your eyelids when you’re finished crying, massaging your scalp and letting you pour your thoughts out, “I’m here…talk t’me, gorgeous.”

Never let’s you tie your own shoes.

Sticks up for you in every social setting, especially when you’re not around to do it yourself. Everyone knows how much he admires you because he never misses an opportunity to build you up.

A huge sucker for sightseeing and owns a digital camera to capture every moment. He loves to make sure you’re in the shots, even just your bright smile, the back of your head, or your legs.

He’s a “I know a spot” kind of guy when taking you on dates instead of the typical movie or dinner date.

If the two of you are not a thing yet, he’s not subtle at all in his attraction towards you. He mirrors your body language, follows you around HQ or encourages you to follow him, tilts his head in conversation with you, and goes on all the missions that you go on (even if he wasn’t assigned to go with you!)

Likes to hold your chin or jaw when he kisses you. His eyes are often just barely open, wanting to see you.

Sees the act of sleeping with someone in a literal sense as a very intimate thing so he takes it very seriously when you’re trusting enough to do that with him. He cradles you gently, makes sure you’re comfortable, and will even sing to you when you need it. You’ve gotten so comfortable sleeping around him that you just get sleepy at the sight of him, wanting to cuddle up to him at every moment.

Nuzzles his face into your neck when he hugs you because he likes how sensitive you are to the feeling.

Despite all the loving things he does, he can be really mischievous; like definitely the type to shove a finger in your mouth when you’re yawning or tickle you when you’re stretching. He also will never miss an opportunity to throw you over his shoulder when he wants to nap with you, no matter what you were doing.

When you two fight, it’s never bad. He gets quiet when he’s upset, and doesn’t like arguing at all. He will just listen to your thoughts and talk when he’s calm, and he never ever makes you feel wrong for how you’re feeling.

Likes to go limp when he hugs you and freak you out because you’re suddenly supporting a strong 6’3 man who’s actively trying to crush you.

Never let’s you do anything that serves him by yourself—Cooking dinner? Great, what can he do to help? Cleaning? Cool, what should he start with? He never wants you to feel like you’re juggling too many responsibilities.

Begs you to cover him in kisses when you wear a bright lip color because he loves to show off, his hands on your hips the whole time you pepper him in pecks. Everyone at HQ stares and he soaks it up with a smug smirk on his face like he’s on top of the world—because that’s how you make him feel.

—

@ohxx @luxxtuxx @fatenpara @yuuotosaka3

i was just watching buzzfeed— dave franco and alison bries couple interviews and if you haven’t done it already, reading thirst traps together?

COUPLES THIRST TWEETS

you and your boyfriend are invited to read thirst tweets on buzzfeed

cw: HERE YOU GO. suggestive. sfw. dialogue based.

“he’s been looking forward to this one.”

bakugou arches an eyebrow. typical crossed arms, way too casual for an interview but this is expected from him. since you’re beside him, he says more than on his own.

“have i?”

“nope. he hates when people thirst over him and over me.”

“people have no BLEEP-ing decorum. unless it’s you sayin’ it to me.”

you laugh looking to the camera, “it’s a good thing i’ll be the one saying it to him today!”

“oh god this one is long. ‘why did nobody tell me how fine dynamight is? i just saw a newspaper cover of him half naked and bloody on my way to work and i’m thinking of going back home to touch myself’.” you cover your mouth when you’re done, giggles rippling through your body.

your boyfriend makes a loud, “hah? no fuckin’ way. see that’s just…” he rips the paper out your hand to read it again.

“you are a hazard. the blood makes you look all ragged and sexy.”

he meets your eyes, pointing at you, “you people are crazy. i was bleedin’.”

“for fucks sake, ‘if yn wants i will be her dog and serve her all day because there is no reason a woman that beautiful should do anything she doesn’t want. wanna eat her ass.’”

you laugh out loud while bakugou skims it again, “why the fuck did they have to add that last part. it was doin’ okay.”

“you think it’s okay someone wants to be my dog?”

bakugou wipes his hand over his face, “nah, these people need to stay away from you.”

“would you be my dog?”

bakugou levels you with a stare. his frown and your sweet smile. it doesn’t last long before he breaks and smiles back at you, “i think i already am.”

“i think i would be able to BLEEP dynamight unlike anybody else. i’d massage him, relax him till he’s sleepy and then finger BLEEP his asshole. he looks like he needs it he’s so uptight.” you gasp, “they said you look like you need a finger up your ass!”

bakugou cannot help an amused, “what? BLEEP you! i’m stressed out all the BLEEP-ing time savin’ the world and in return i’m told i need to get fingered?”

you shrug, “maybe you do? your shoulders are so tight.”

“BLEEP you too, babe.”

“watchin’ interviews with yn and dynamight you know their sex is good. i’ve never seen dynamight so chill and yn laughs like he’s the funniest man on earth.” bakugou reads, then looks up, nonchalantly, “the sex is great.”

you shove him and he chuckles, “what?! they agree!”

“i do not laugh that much,” you shake your head, “the last person saying you look uptight and this one saying youre calm with me.”

“don’t put ideas in their heads,” he nudges his head to the camera, “tell them that the sex is good.”

“it’s alright.”

“baby.”

“great. showstopping. never been done before. amazing—,”

“yn talks and i’m just lookin’ at her tits. dynamight is a lucky man,” bakugou reads in a grumble before looking up in the camera, “BLEEP off.”

“they said you’re a lucky man!”

“yeah i am but that’s code for they wanna BLEEP you. it’s a weird compliment.”

“i look at your tits when you talk.”

“i know you do. i’m the only one with decency.”

“one night with bakugou dynamight katsuki. please please please please. i want him to rail me until i pass out.” you read, “understandable.”

“no thank you.”

you’re smiling, “really? that’s your response?”

“you’d want me to rail them until they pass out?”

you nod, “he’s such a respectful gentleman.”

bakugou grabs your stool and begins to shake it for you to fall off.

“i almost died!”

“if yn and dynamight want a sugar baby i am happy to give my application. i’d have my face in her ass and dynamight’s dick in my—woah—stomach,” bakugou reads, eyes widening at the last part. “her BLEEP-in’ stomach?”

he even frowns at the cameras completely disgusted, “where the BLEEP do you find these people?”

you could laugh at how prude he’s being, like he doesn’t say the same shit to you behind closed doors and you to him. “is that another respectful no then?”

“BLEEP no. you’re enough for me.”

“he’s already got a sugar baby.”

“who?” he blurts, squinting at you.

“me dummy.”

bakugou chuckles, his shoulders jumping. “she’s got her own money, dunno why she’s lyin’.”

you nudge his shoulder, “i like using yours though.”

if he wasn’t in front of the cameras he’d kiss your cheek since you’re leaning so close into him, “that’s alright with me.”

Yes. (inspo from a dress i saw on pinterest :0)

"Wait, am I your lock screen?" + mammon + 🫣⛈️

His habit of keeping his phone away from you an out of your reach was one you mildly questioned, but ultimately learned to ignore. You figured the second born had something he wanted to keep private, possibly his latest failing stocks, or demanding texts from witches looking for compensation for his less than savory activities.

You ignored it, up until you turned to corner into the student council room, ears picking up several voices loudly talking over each other. Knowing this can only mean one thing, you prepare yourself to become Mammon’s attorney before walking in yourself.

“Ooo my! If it isn’t the person of the hour!”, Asmo coos from his chair, leaning over the edge of the table. “We were just talking about you, hun!”

“Talking about me?”, you ask, eyes circling around the room in both curiosity and confusion. You lock eyes with your first pact mate to ask a silent question, only to find him blushing furiously, attempting to simmer down from something that had just clearly upset him. He locks eyes with you for a brief moment before quickly averting his gaze.

Well, that’s typical. What wasn’t typical was the teasing stares of everyone else in the room, now centered on you.

“Well, we were just finishing up a student council meeting,”Asmo continues. “And you know how Lucifer always takes our D.D.D.’s before hand?”

“Yeah, but what’s that got to do with me?”

“Getting there, darling!”

You once again shift your eyes over to Mammon, who seemed to be having an internal battle with himself. One minute, it looked like he was going to bolt out of the room, the next it seemed he was so frustrated with his brothers that he was choosing to stand his ground.

“Lucifer starting passing them back out afterwards, and I noticed the cutest thing displaying on my dear older brother’s phone!”, Asmo finishes, bringing his cupped hands up to his face, almost as if he was looking at a newborn kitten.

“ROLF, this is super normie of him”, Levi chimes in, not looking up from his game, but still smiling to himself like he had just been told the funniest joke.

“I have to say, I know how idiotic you can be, but I didn’t expect you to display something you vehemently try to hide so prominently.” The smirk on Satan’s face makes you feel uneasy.

You hear a distinct tch come from the direction of the second born, who you now notice was clutching his D.D.D very close to his chest, with his grip tight around it. Like, real tight. Like, his knuckles are going white and you think he might break it tight.

Your eyes jump from brother to brother in confusion. “What are you talking about?”.

Asmo’s grin becomes lethal as he turns back to Mammon. “Weeelllll, go on Mammon. Do you want to tell them, or shall I?”.

You watch as Mammon turns redder somehow, if that was even possible, and starts to stutter. “I-it’s none of your business, okay?”

“Ooohh I beg to differ! I’d think a picture of our dear, dear MC is specifically their business!”, Asmo taunts in a sing song voice.

“A picture of me.. did you like, take an embarrassing picture of me or something?”, you question. Honestly, as much as you love the idiot, you wouldn’t put it above Mammon to blackmail you with an unflattering photo of yourself.

“N-no! It’s not you! I-I mean it is you but it’s not embarrassin’ or anythin’!”.

Oh the poor boy, he looks like he’s going to combust.

“Tick tock!”, Asmo once again pressures him to spit it out.

Mammon shuts his eyes as tight as they can go, and takes a deep breath, opening his mouth to say it before anyone else can-

Beel pipes up from where he’s been quietly munching on some hell newt chips.

“Why does it matter if MC’s his lockscreen?”

Ah. There it is. You watch all the color drain from Mammon’s face. He tenses up, his body language screaming ‘panic’.

“Wait, am I your lockscreen”, you question, hoping he notices your voice doesn’t hold an ounce of teasing, but instead genuine fondness.

His eyes remain trained on the table, his mouth drawn into a tight line, but he stiffly shakes his head in a confirming nod.

“Can I see?”

Mammon slides his D.D.D across the table to where you stand. Clicking on the screen, you see picture of yourself at Devil’s Coast. You’re turned to the side, not quite looking at the camera, but laughing brightly at something. The ferris wheel framed in the background of the shot makes the candid look like something out of a movie. Then it hits you - you’ve. never seen this picture before.

He must have taken it when you weren’t looking.

As laughter erupts throughout the room from his brothers, he’s shocked to not hear yours mixed in with the cacophony l. Instead when you speak, it makes the room go dead silent.

“Mammon… that is so sweet!”, and he can hear the smile in your voice as you run around the table to hand him your own. “Here, look at mine.”

He hesitates for a second, looking up at you for confirmation before taking it. Clicking on the screen, he stares back at a picture of himself. He’s in one of the outfits he wore for Devil Style, so this is definitely from his last shoot, but… this wasn’t professional by any means. It was clearly taken by you, a little shaky and a bit out of center frame, but you must have snapped a picture of him between sets.

And even more so - he’s shirtless in it.

“Ha…HA!”, Mammon exclaims, proudly showing the screen to each and everyone of his brothers. “See that? Of course MC’s got a picture of The Great Mammon as their lockscreen! Makes sense since I’m their first and their favorite!”

“Uggghh, gross”, groans Levi as he stands up to leave, “I knew I should have just went to my room.”

“Aww, MC, why not a picture of me?!”, whines Asmo as he drapes himself over your shoulders, much to Mammon’s annoyance.

“I can’t say that’s a sight I’d want see every time I have to take a phone call”, Satan says all snide and - you’ve had it.

Time to shut them all up.

“Of course I’d want a picture of Mammon as my lock screen. He is my boyfriend after all.”

“WHAT!?”, you hear all the voices in the room cry out at once.

“I am? I-I mean, of course I am! Ya hear that? MC’s taken by The Great Mammon! So all of ya better back off, ya got it?!”

You giggle at his bravado and the looks of disgust and disappointment on the remaining faces in the room, leaning down to kiss his cheek to really drive the point home.

Oh. Looks like he can get redder.

— distance

Based on this post sent to me by @toutoshodoroki. You know I can’t resist Bakugou in a long distance relationship.💕

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: fluff, long distance relationships.

Word Count: 1k.

Bakugou[7.34PM] — One New Message

Your face practically glowed as you reached across the desk for your phone, snatching it greedily as you held it to your face to unlock.

It wasn’t unusual for Bakugou to be awake at this time, as you tried to do the math in your head to work out what time it was for him. His work often called for unsocial hours, but just knowing that you could now steal a few precious moments before he had to start work was enough for you. Today had been hell, as well as much of your week— so this was already the highlight of your day.

The distance was hard, but finding the time for each other seemed to be even harder.

There were no words attached to the message, only a photograph that you were quick to click. The picture was of departure boards which seemed as though he was inside a train station, no— an airport.

You[7.37PM]: Going somewhere?

Bakugou[7.38PM]: First flight out. Checking in now.

You knew Bakugou’s job was demanding, and it often meant he disappeared for long periods at a time. It was something you fought about a lot at the beginning of your relationship. You remembered the moment you’d called him a catfish, and you’d blocked him on all platforms— until you received a tweet from the Official Dynamight agency account which solidified the fact that you were in fact talking to the number two Pro.

It was something you were beginning to come to terms with, eagerly awaiting his return and appreciating the missions where he was allowed to contact you. A welcome change to have him closer to your timezone so you could fall asleep on the phone together or feel like you were actually with each other. Waiting at home for your boyfriend to finish work and take you out.

It was selfish really, that it wasn’t the fact that it could be dangerous or he could get hurt that upset you. Of course, you worried about him, really you did. But what you hated more than anything about when he travelled for missions was that it meant that it became harder to talk to him.

You[7.39PM]: How long this time?

Bakugou[7.45PM]: I’m thinking two weeks.

Your stomach lurched at the thought that you might not be able to talk to him much for the next two weeks, grimacing over the fact that your week had most certainly gotten worse.

Curling up into a ball on your couch as you continued to text him back, trying to get as much of his attention as possible before he stepped onto the flight.

You[7.46PM]: Where to this time?

Bakugou[8.05PM]: Sorry, princess. Had to get through security.

Bakugou[8.05PM]: Grabbing a quick coffee. It’s too damn early for this shit.

He’d ignored your question about where he was heading, which made you think it was going to be one of the more serious missions. The ones where he couldn’t disclose his location, and that he had to surrender his cell phone at the airport before he stepped onto the flight. Wondering if you’d have enough time to call him before he left, a quick FaceTime today would be better than nothing.

The call connected as Bakugou came into view. Holding the phone in its usual position by his waist as it gave you a view of his handsome jaw, a large coffee in his other hand and a hold-all slung over his shoulder as he made his way through the quiet airport.

“Hey, beautiful.” He grinned as he pulled the phone closer to his face to get a better look at you, “Look so pretty today.”

“No I don’t,” You whined. He was the one that looked pretty, even after what you supposed was minimal sleep.

“You callin’ me a liar now, huh?” He laughed, moving the phone as he dumped his bag from his shoulder. The change in angle gave you a view of the grey sweats and trainers he was wearing.

“I would never,” You laughed, already feeling all your stress from the day begin to leave your body.

“Good, you better not.” He chuckled.

“But you never told me you were going away, you know.” You mumbled, disappointed you had to find out this way.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry,” His chin disappeared inside the neck of his hoodie as he stared down at his phone with crimson eyes, “I only booked the ticket last night.”

“Oh,” The trip had been that late notice, “So where are you going?”

Bakugou pressed the screen as he turned the direction of the camera, pinching with his fingers as he zoomed in on the departure screen at his gate. The movement blurry, but you could make out the name of the destination.

Your city.

“Wait, what?” You held your breath, your heart was doing somersaults as you waited for his confirmation.

“Yeah,” He grinned, turning the camera back to face him, “Heard there’s a pretty girl that lives in this city. So I’m gonna go and find out for myself.”

“You’re lying.”

“There you go again callin’ me a liar, sweetheart,” Bakugou scrunched his nose, “You really trying to make me cry in front of all these people?”

“What the fuck,” You couldn’t believe it, after all this time he was finally coming to see you.

Tears began to cling to your lashes, pooling in your waterline as they threatened to spill over.

“You were saying last night that no one ever shows up or makes the effort for you when it counts, that no one takes the time, remember?” Bakugou continued.

You nodded on the other side of the phone, your throat tight from the tears that were now streaming down the apples of your cheeks.

“So I’m doin’ it, I’m making the effort.” He shrugged, his eyes softening, “Don’t cry, princess. You know I fuckin’ hate when you cry.”

“I’m sorry,” You sniffed, barely managing to get it out between sobs, “Are you really coming for two weeks?”

“Yeah I am, baby,” Bakugou smiled, “If you’ll put up with me for that long.”

“I didn’t think you’d ever be able to get time off work.” You’d both tried to meet up in the past, but your schedules could never quite make it work.

“Yeah, but I think it’s about time I stop talking about how much I care, and show you instead.”

Some Mammon sketches

moonlight.

mammon x gn!reader

heartfelt fluff

Giggles fill your apartment kitchen, music downing it all out until you two are the only ones who can hear yourselves. This, you think, is love. Love in its purest and most unadulterated form. Love that is unafraid and comfortable and warm. Love that you could lie and bask in like sunlight on your living room floor on a Sunday afternoon.

He’s shirtless and your chests make contact through your flimsy tacky yellow tank top. (The color is ugly and ‘looks like what spoiled BufoEgg Tea would smell like’ according to Mammon, but yellow is his color and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing when you saw it, so into your cart and wardrobe it went.) His arms wrap around our waist, and he arches his back over you so you can actually reach his shoulders. (Tall bastard, you murmur. Not my fault yer such a short human. He grins. Your palm gently pushes his face away and his smile is so bright it steals the breath from your lungs just like he stole your heart oh so long ago.)

The music hums in the background, Dodie and Laufey play through the speakers, voices creating a gentle melody the two of you hum along to. Your lover is tone-deaf, but you still feel your chest bursting at the seams with love when his voice enters your ears.

The two of you rock to the sides together, holding onto each other so tightly that you feel like you might meld together as one. You voice your thoughts, and Mammon says he doesn’t see a problem with that (he grips you closer to him and meets your eyes and you don’t think you would mind either, if you’re being honest.) The midnight moonlight shines through the kitchen windows, and he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, where you know a crooked smile awaits you. You lean on him and pin his head against you, eliciting a laugh from your lover.

“Love you, Mams.”

“Love y’more.” And you can’t help but press your lips against his at the response. It is soft, and sweet, and slow. I am yours. I would follow you to the ends of all of the three realms if you asked me to. I love you. I love you. I love you, it says.

And you think you would stay like this forever, if you could. Right here, right now, with Greed in your arms and Dear Soulmate ringing throughout the room. How fitting it is, that Laufey’s melodious voice starts her chorus as his forehead presses against yours, blue-gold eyes shining so soft in the light you can’t help but melt.

Suddenly you’re pressed against the counter, his arms trapping you against him and suddenly Mammon is at your ear whispering, “Play the song.” Less of a demand and more of a plea, sweet and nearly silent, his voice sends shivers down your spine.

You can’t help but bask in the endearment that surges through you. A hand tangles itself and plays within the white locks belonging to the second-born Sin.

“What song?” A teasing grin from you. A whine from Mammon.

“Y’know, the song.” He pouts against you and his hair tickles your nose as he buries himself further into the space between your head and shoulders as you laugh at his antics.

“Need’ya to tell me what song, baby. Can’t read minds, y’know.” You know exactly what song he’s talking about.

“I hate ya, y’know.”

“You love me.”

He dramatically sighs against your neck. “Wish I didn’t.” A lie and you both know it. Still doesn’t make your smile any less wide.

“Mean. M’not playing the song for you now.”

“You said you didn’t know the song?!” A cry of outrage and mock indignation. You hastily shush him and break out into a fit of quiet laughter.

You motion for him to lean in closer, before whispering urgently and dramatically,

“I lied.”

“…”

“…”

“I was serious when I said I hated ya, y’know.”

A series of breathy giggles leave you and quickly reach Greed’s ears, and soon enough he’s barking out laughter alongside you.

It’s in moments like these that you know things are going to be alright. No matter what, you’ll have your Mammon by your side, and that means things will be okay.

You remember a time before him, before the love of your life was yours, and you can’t believe you ever thought you were alive before him. Darkness had filled every part of your being, and the days had dragged on, long and pointless. You remember coming home to your empty apartment, and the bitterness that used to form a pit in your chest and choke you to the point of tears.

Before you met the boy with stars in his eyes, you didn’t think you would live to your next birthday. How fitting it was, that he had come in in your darkest moments, only to fill you with light. (The sun seemed dim compared to his smile, and you fondly remember the moment you realized that you would do anything for that smile, no matter how troublesome or ridiculous his scheming may be at times.)

“Watcha thinking ‘bout?” A casually posed question, but his eyes betray the slight worry that stained his face.

Mammon, your Mammon. The love of your life and beyond. What would you do without this precious boy? What would you do without the greedy Mammon who willingly had let you steal his golden heart? (You treasure him as though he is the most precious jewel, and Greed finds himself melting into you more often than not partially to avoid being witnessed as the blushing mess he becomes whenever he looks into your eyes, filled with love. All for him, you tell him. And despite being Greed incarnate, he cannot imagine taking all of the entirety that is your love.)

“Nothin’, just thinking about how much I love ya, Mams.”

He blushes furiously and tries stammering out a response, only to give up and once again bury his face into the crook of your neck, whining and mumbling something along the lines of ‘not fair’ and ‘…love ya’ more, human.’ Against your skin.

And while the moonlight shines and Mitski plays in the background, you play his song and sway with him once more.

i love him ur honor. i am in love with him ur honor. i would do anything for this man. tooth-rotting fluff is not a can, but a must.

please please please please offer feedback and criticism hes my fav character and i want to make sure my writing and characterization did him justice :((

anyways yeah credit to @pothologics for the banger playlist that inspired me to write this

Jude and Cardan - The Cruel Prince

Artist: @deervng

This man…..I love him way too much

the cruise universe expansion in the tags are getting me giddyyyy

lemme screenshot it under the cut so it’s all together lmao

BUTTT OOOO whenever you guys talk about your life outside the cruise you call it ‘real life’.

“so what’s your job in real life?”

and bakugou is so curious to know your reaction to what he does. everyone loves a pro hero and if they don’t well… that’s very odd.

“what d’you think it is?”

he’s standing in the pool while you’re sitting in the edge, kicking your legs. you’re wearing the sunglasses he bought you in the last stop off. you haven’t taken them off.

“ooo well you clearly have money,” your hands waft over him and he grins, “and you’re all muscley so i’m assuming you use your body… so maybe an athlete? body builder or maybe—,”

you’re so pretty wearing a brimmed sun hat with moisturised lips, “nope, not an athlete babe.”

every time babe leaves his lips you feel your skin heat. luckily it’s not noticeable under the sun, “no? you gasp, do you do, you know… adult videos—,”

he raises an eyebrow, “why? have you found anyone that looks similar to me?”

you lick your bottom lip unconsciously, “i wish.”

he looks at you with both eyebrows raised. “no babe. i’m not.”

you shrug, “help me. am i way off? are you like a doctor or banker or investor guy?”

“i do help people but none of those.”

“you work with people? with all the frowning you do, i can’t imagine that.”

he stands between your legs, “i save lives princess. i’ve practically given it to you now.”

you’re lucky your eyes are hidden behind your sunglasses because you can’t help the fact you’re giving him the eyes. he’s touching your thighs now… your thighs!

you can barely think straight, “saving people? not a doctor? a… wait you’re a hero?”

“pro-hero actually.”

you gasp, what the fuck? he’s a hero? “for what country? i’ve never heard of you!?”

he rolls his eyes, huffing a laugh, “you westerners think everything revolves around you. japan, dumbass.”

your mouth is agape, “no way.” you smooth your thumb across the scar over his eyebrow. “you’ve must have been hurt so bad in villain fights.” your voice drifts off to a place he can’t place. you sound sad for him, empathy. he doesn’t know how he feels about it.

“i’m the fuckin’ number one hero in japan, babe. i don’t get hurt often,” and he doesn’t know why he’s whispering or why his face is edging closer to yours. but you’re pushing your sunglasses to the top of your head so he can see your pretty eyes and your hands are at his neck.

then your hands, pressure so light, run down his shoulders. you start kneading and his eye lids flutter, “i know you’re big and strong, katsuki. you don’t let me forget it but if you ever want a full body massage i can do it for you.”

bakugou’s about to nut in the pool if you talk to him a second more, push at the knot in his shoulder. “they have masseuses here babe, i get them part of my package.”

you stop for movements, letting your sunglasses drop back to sit on your nose bridge. you’re so dramatic and beautiful with your frown and your lip curling in disgust. “fine. well, go get a massage from the women there then, number one hero.”

bakugou chuckles as you push at his shoulder, “i’m only jokin’ i want you.”

but you’re standing up, “nope, it’s okay. they are part of your rich boy package anyway.”

he doesn’t miss the corner of your lip twitching in a smile, getting into stupid arguments for the push and pull. and it builds sexual tension, yes you said it.

“okay babe. i’ll pick you up at your room later for dinner.”

“fine but you’re paying!”

none of you are paying, food comes with the cruise.

meeting bkg on a cruise on vacation with ur friends omggg. This fine ass tall blonde man that u see at the pool/activities/stops during the trip and the vibes are there. Idk there’s something about meeting ppl ur age on a cruise/airport u know that makes the tension that much better since ur strangers and on a getaway!!!

also have a good day <3

omg i was thinking why is he on a cruise? what’s a good reason? but i think a company paid holiday would be funny because i can imagine him not wanting to be on it and not wanting to relax like this. like if he had to take a holiday he’d rather sit and home and do a puzzle or build some lego. but this trip was non refundable, expensive as hell and also he couldn’t give it to his mum because they put it in his name and had to match his passport.

also maybe his friends come along for the same reason idk the trio yet. i think kirishima and kaminari would be fun or kaminari him and todoroki because we hardly see that one lol or all four of them !!!

AND IMAGINEEEEE he looks so fine and sticks out. so does his friends too, being insanely good looking with bodies that they work hard for. sunglasses, linen shirts and shorts. tattoos showing everywhere and he’s got his crocs on lmao often frowning, crossing his arms. finding him reading by the pool, eating on his own in the cafe though sometimes his friends would join him or he’s in the gym. you know he’s there not because you’re also there but there’s a massive window letting anyone look inside.

making eye contact with him the whole time. like where ever he is you always end up making eye contact accidentally. i can imagine bakugou thinking hmm maybe you’re into him and you’re sooooo gorgeous. but then i imagine something going wrong like todoroki sitting next to him and then you’re laughing with your friend and he assumes maybe you’ve got a thing for todoroki instead.

anyway awkwardly standing behind him in the line for the buffet and you both feel each other are near. you don’t talk, only to give him the food tong to pick out what he wants.

him watching you when you decide to take an outdoors pilates morning class. yes you dressed in your cutest gym gear just incase he walked past. which you knew he would because he always has breakfast really fucking early.

getting to the point when you see each other so much you end up giving him a nod of recognition, maybe a little smile added on too. and bakugou looks genuinely surprised you did something. so he sends a blank nod with a slow blink and it’s barely anything but now you think you’re in love.

the first conversation/meeting i’m not sure. maybe you being in a pool OMG you being in the pool and you don’t want to get your hair wet and your bun comes undone. you panicking because your hair is new! fresh! you can’t touch it because your hands are already wet andyour friends aren’t near by to help you. so you see the blonde guy is sitting a seat away from your bag, reading a book. he’s painfully attractive and you feel nervous to ask him. but not enough to get your hair wet.

“excuse me?”

and he looks up, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“yeah?” he sounds harsh like you’re bothering him until he surprises himself, sits up a little and tries again, “yeah?” in a softer tone.

you smile, “do you mind getting me a hair tie? there’s one by my bag?”

bakugou looks to you then your bag, then again. he’s trying not to look below your neck. how your skin glows in the sun, paired with the reflection of the pool. the water droplets, you’re jewellery glistening, you in a bikini. then he gets up and picks one up.

“sorry but if you don’t mind, could you put my hair in a ponytail? my hands are all wet.”

and bakugou could so easily say for you to do it yourself. your towel is here too so is all your stuff. but he doesn’t, instead he mumbles, “sure.”

he crouches at the edge of the pool, watching you spin around. you’re breathing wobbles when his hands brush your shoulder and neck, grabbing your hair and wrapping your hair tie around it to sit on your head.

the movements feel so slow, it’s less than a minute but you’re craving more of this stranger. when he’s done you spin around again, completely on purpose crossing your arms so your tits pop out. “thank you! sorry for bothering you.” and then you paddle off to sit on the other end of the pool.

omg the ship doing an event night, fire tricks and gymnastics, you know those people that eat fire and whatever? you and your friends going because why not? sounds fun once you had a couple cocktails. bakugou and his friends going for the same reason but he’s grunting the whole time.

“there’s nothin’ amazin’ about this when icy hot can do it and with ice. fuck, i can do it with explosions.”

whole time you see him slouched, grumbling away with his friends watching the performance. then like magnets his eyes slide to yours, looking you up and down and then the way you’re sucking the straw to your blue drink. why is it blue? you give him a wave before your friends poke your sides asking why did you just wave at your guy!? bakugou gives you a nod, holding your eye contact when usually you’d look away now.

you’re tipsy, a little bit so you give him a thumbs up, mouthing, “are you okay?”

and he’s biting his cheek to hide his smile. how can you be so cute and sexy? he shrugs, jutting a thumb in the direction of the stage, “shit show.”

he watches you giggle, then your friend say something to you. then you get up to go to the bar at the back, quiet with only a few people dotted around. you hold your fingers up for four drinks, looking out to the sea afterwards until you feel warmth on your side.

“hi.”

you look to see a chest, then up to see a face. you fight a loud moan. he’s even prettier up close. sharp nose, scar in his eyebrow, ruby eyes and pouty lips. he smells sweet like caramel and his shirt looks tailored to his body.

“hello,” you whisper. it was your friends idea to go to the bar because she knew he’d follow. she was right. you blink, trying to find something to say so it’s not awkward. “thank you for helping me yesterday. with my hair.” you flick some off your shoulder, “didn’t want to get it wet since i just got it done.”

he leans back on the bar and you notice he doesn’t get a drink. he just nurses his lemonade and keeps his eyes on you. “no worries. i like your hair.”

bakugou groans internally, he hasn’t flirted in… well. he can’t remember when. when work is your life, there’s no chance too or people he’s ever interested in.

but you seem to like it because you giggle, “thank you. i’ll be sure to tell my girl. so why are you here? you never seem to be enjoying yourself?”

he’s grateful you’re more chatty than him because he wants to say so much and then nothing comes out. so he laughs, not noticing your eyes widen at the sound, “you’ve been watchin’ me?”

you pout, thanking the bartender for your drinks then facing him, “not fair. you see me and i see you. if anything you’re making eye contact first.”

he shrugs, he doesn’t mind being called out. “guess you’re right. can’t blame me though.” and he doesn’t let you process what he says, “i’m here on a work holiday. forced.”

you can’t tell if he’s joking but you still laugh, “you were forced to go on a holiday from your job? poor you.”

he grunts, “this isn’t really my type of shit. i like stayin’ at home.”

you raise your eyebrows about to speak when bakugou feels as if he’s talking too much. he needs to ask about you. “why are you here?”

“same reason everyone else minus you are. my friends and i saved up for a year for this trip. we’re loving it.” you smile and bakugou’s eyes drift to your friends and back to you. you saved for a year? he wants to give you the world and a half. then he realises how stupid he sounded earlier.

“that’s cool. i see you enjoyin’ the classes they do in the mornin’. i notice you when i’m doin’ my workout in the gym.” he says, looking down at your lips then back to your eyes. you notice but don’t mention it. it’s nice to know a guy this attractive is into you.

“ah now you’ve been watching me!”

he grumbles a laugh, “we’ve already been over that. we’ve been noticin’ each other and everybody is fuckin’ lookin’ at you.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

bakugou’s not one to give out compliments, fuck he doesn’t even know how to do it in a nice way. so he does it the easiest way he can.

“you’re beautiful.”

is that too intimate? does he sound creepy? sleazy? fuck.

so he keeps talking, “your jewellery is always matchin’ too. especially the chain you’ve got on your waist with whatever bikini you’ve got on.” he’s digging himself a hole now.

you laugh, light and fluttery, “you’re really cute. didn’t think you’d be like this.”

bakugou frowns, cheeks warming at cute. he’s not cute, is he? “what did you think i’d be like?”

you hum as if you’re thinking, “smart gym bro. listing your stats and gains and making it out that i’m lucky to talk to you while trying to educate me at the same time about things i already know.

he cringes, he knows he’s lucky to be talking to you. “well i do have stats if you want them. i can bench press three hundred and—,” and his grin widens when yours does. your hands waving in the air for him to stop.

“now that’s not cute. you don’t need to prove yourself, i can tell you work out.”

“you can tell?” and he rubs his jaw to dull down his smile, his comment working when your eyes flicker down to his neck, biceps and chest.

“yes. you’re very… built.”

“i’ll take that.”

you swear you’re not rambling but he just called you beautiful and you’re saying he’s built? “you’re also pretty in the face. long eyelashes, rosy cheeks and strong jaw. perfect mix of everything. pretty eyes too.”

bakugou freezes for half a second before gulping down his lemonade. he hopes he doesn’t get burpy from doing that. he’s trying so hard not to blush even harder but it’s not everyday he gets complimented on his face, it’s usually his body.

“thanks. if you’re tryin’ to get me in your bed it’s workin’.”

now he watches you gasp, a shock sliding on your face. though he notices there’s no disgust, just lingering desire in your eyes. you shake your head, “what’s your name?”

he thinks for a second to decide which one to give you. he lands on, “katsuki. you?”

you chew the inside of your cheek, giving yours. there’s a comfortable silence until you say, “if you would like to end up in my bed one of these evenings you know where to find me.”

“what if i wanna take you out on a date, yn?” bakugou asks and you’re trying not to faint on the spot.

“i’d say yes and give you my number.”

Happy International Women's Day for all women regardless of womb status. 💕💕

Personally I'm celebrating by daydreaming about pegging Mammon.

How cute he looks all wide-eyed and gulping watching you lube up your fingers and strap on dildo.

So quick to get on all fours for you as soon as you command it. Watching him blush when you tell him he's being such a good boy for you.

The pretty little moans he makes as you prepare him by stretching him on your fingers. Watching him push back onto your fingers so you can reach his prostate.

Whining and crying your name when you stop right before he's about to cum.

The way he gasps when you spank his cute little ass when he starts humping the mattress.

He's so cute how he groans your name when you push the dildo into his hole for the first time. Watching him clutch the sheets tightly while you rub soothing circles into his lower back with one of your hands.

The way he arches his back and cries out when you pull his hair as you thrust into him deeper.

Begging you to fuck him harder but you keep your pace steady while reaching around his body to grasp his hard cock. Pumping him in tandem with your thrusts.

He's getting a little desperate the way he reaches behind you to grab your hips to force you to go faster and harder. You have to use your pact to make him behave. Chiding him for being such a bad boy, pulling almost all the way out and letting his dick fall from your hands.

The begging starts immediately, telling you he'll be so good for you, he'll do whatever you say, please just fuck him. He wants to cum, let him cum for you, so many 'please baby's'.

You chuckle and slide your hands up his legs until they are resting on his hips and he shudders in response. He's always so responsive to your touch, you hum in amusement and then tell him how much you love how desperate he is for you.

Good boys get rewarded, don't worry. You thrust into him harder this time, making his head hit the pillow, and he growls in response. That spurs you on further, caressing his prostate with every thurst of your hips. Gripping his hips as tightly as he usually grips yours. Leaving your marks on him the way he does you.

You're about to come from all the 'fuck yes's' and 'oh MC's' and 'feels so good's' your fucking out of him. The knowledge that you're making him feel this way gives you such a fucking rush.

He cums with a cry of your name, hot white cum covering the bed beneath him. You pull out of him slowly, making him hiss. He collapses on the bed, not caring that he's laying in his sticky seed, arms reaching out for you. You remove the strap on and join him, cuddling up to him and kissing him sweetly.

Those kisses soon turn hungry, he's got you flipped onto your stomach in seconds. Grabbing your hip with one hand and pulling you onto your knees, while pushing your head down into the mattress with the other.

He leans down and whispers 'your turn' into your ear before sheathing himself inside of you in one go.

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eyeeeee am suffering today so here’s my beloved taking care of me

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“you hurtin’?”

you sniff, pressing your forehead into his stomach. he reaches down to comb his fingers through your hair, and you wonder if he knows what effect that absentminded little action has on you. tears sting at the corners of your eyes and it’s embarrassing—you try to hum an affirmative reply but it comes out more of a whimper.

katsuki’s patient—hand smoothing over the back of your head lovingly while he waits for a real response. you take a deep breath and offer him a nonsensical, mumbled “i’m sorry.”

“what for?”

“it’s just that this happens every month and i’m sure it gets tiring to have to check up on me—“

you’re cut off by a sharp flick to your forehead. you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed, pouting a little. “ow?”

he huffs out a chuckle, threading his fingers through your hair again. “that didn’t hurt, you wuss.” he bends down to kiss the spot anyway, and stays crouched so he’s at eye level with you. “s’my job to take care of you.”

you start to protest, because it’s really not, but he just reaches out and flicks your forehead again.

“fucking—why—“

“‘cause you think too much. i didn’t ask what you thought about the emotional labor distribution in the relationship, you motherfucker” and you know he’s mocking you, but he’s stupid and it makes you laugh, which softens him a little bit. “i asked if you were hurtin’ because i know you are and i want t’help. so just shut up and let me do that.”

you blink at him, and the tears are back with a vengeance—he sees your lip wobble and tuts at you, reaching to pull you off the couch and into his lap where he sits on the ground.

“fuckin’ crybaby,” he mutters, but it’s only fond as his hands work their way under the material of your (his) t shirt to rub your back. his warmth dulls the ache, if only a little bit.

“fuck off,” you whine, but it cracks a little and it’s muffled into his shoulder and it makes him laugh. you feel it rumble beneath you and you press closer, wanting to feel it again.

“what d’ya need?”

you pause, thinking about it. “i want to bury myself in the blankets on the bed.”

“okay.”

“and i want the cat.”

“okay?”

“and i want you to pass me snacks underneath the blankets.”

“oi, you’re not eating on the—“

“you have to knock first.”

he levels you with a look, cocking an eyebrow at you. you’d be intimidated if you didn’t know it was all for show—he’d do anything you asked him to.

“and also—“

“jesus christ—”

“i want you to hold my hand.”

that gives him pause, and you’ll make fun of him later for the way you watch him fold like a limp noodle.

“under the blankets?”

“under the blankets.”

he sighs, all dramatic, and he hauls both of you off the floor with a concerningly little amount of effort. you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you back to your bedroom. he sets you on the bed—gently, instead of his usual wwe style takedown—and dutifully throws the comforter over your head. you settle in, listening to him rummage around the house.

you hear him return, and you reach out to hold the comforter down so he can’t pull it up.

you hear him pause, and then sigh deeply. you hear the smile on his face.

“…knock, knock.”

you release your grip on the blanket, and he raises it only enough to shove your cat’s head through it. the little thing chirps it’s excitement to have joined you and you cackle, pulling her the rest of the way through.

you hear him pad back to the kitchen, muttering a “little fuckin’ bridge troll,” to himself. your cat settles in and katsuki returns, dropping what you assume to be your snacks onto the bed. you shoot an arm out from under the blankets and grab for them, yanking them under. you hear him snort, and then feel the bed dip under his weight as he settles in next to you.

you reach under the blanket again, feeling around blindly for his hand. he lets you tap around the bed a few times because he’s the worst, and then you feel his warm fingers intertwine with yours. you let out a pleased little hum and drag his hand under the blanket.

you press a tiny kiss to a scar over his knuckles. “love you,” you murmur, rubbing your cheek into the back of his hand. he squeezes your fingers gently.

“love you, you little freak.”

ᥫ᭡ — 11:49PM with bakugo

╰➤ gender neutral , no cws

“i’d be a fucking idiot to let you come home by yourself,” katsuki’s eyes are narrowed, and he glares at the empty roads of the highway in front of him. “do y’know what time it is?”

you hum from the passenger’s seat, pressing your face deeper into the jacket katsuki had thrown into your arms earlier. with an upturned nose and rolling eyes, he’d tossed it over your lap while you got settled into the passenger’s seat. despite the sass in his actions, you accepted it with open arms. warm, you think, and distinctly smelling of heady leather and salted caramel. the heat of the car was cozy, and the added protected layer of katsuki’s jacket thawed the iciness that had taken over your hands just before.

the night air seemed to be especially chilly while you waited at the bus stop. with the biting wind and hope to spare your fingers from freezing over, you stuffed your hands in your pockets and silently lamented the slowness of late night transportation.

incessant vibrating of your phone forced your fingers out of comfortable refuge. your brows furrowed as you squinted down at the screen, and you took a moment to register the excessive notifications you’d garnered in the span of one minute. you spotted the common name attached to each of the messages, and shook your head in bemusement.

katsuki.

katsuki, who had been blowing up your phone upon returning to an empty home. following a text back updating him on your whereabouts, he asks — rather, demands — that you stay put.

soon enough, you find yourself fumbling with a seatbelt with a jacket haphazardly strewn across your legs in katsuki’s car. the heat radiating off the car’s vents make you sigh in relief, and you sink back into the familiar seat.

“thanks,” you cast a sidelong glance towards katsuki, “for picking me up, i mean.” the city lights reflect off his face, highlighting the steady slope of his nose and cheekbones. with nothing but the moon to bear witness to the two of you, you think he looks especially pretty when he’s left to be yours alone.

“yeah, whatever.” his hand falls slack on your thigh, and you feel his thumb brush against the seem of your pants.

katsuki’s scolding tone is something you’ve grown used to over the years — firm, clipped, and laced with concern hidden under layers of passive aggression. he continues to nag at you, lecturing and affectionate in the same roundabout manner he always does.

“always call me first,” he spares a glance at you, and the intensity of his gaze in the split second grips at your heart. “gotta make sure you don’t get yourself into anything stupid.”

you grasp at the hand resting on your thigh, and his fingers lace through yours.

“i’d kiss you if you weren’t driving right now.” you give his hand a firm squeeze and turn your head to face him head on.

the city lights, still illuminating his sharp features, come to accentuate the upturn of his lips. his eyes gleam in mischief, and you watch his grin widen as he pulls over. his hand is quick to unwind itself from yours to switch the gear into park.

“not driving anymore,” he turns his body fully towards you, and his hand comes to cup the back of your neck, pulling you over the console of the car. “kiss me, baby.”

they are so in love and so married i can’t b re athe