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Hi, love your writing so much! ❤ I was wondering if I can get a gangbang with Muraskibara,Midorima,Aomine and Kagami with a female s/o? If that's too much to do I totally understand. Have a good day ☺

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The victory against Jabberwock was something that would go down in history. No amount of screaming, dancing and celebrating could ever live up to the feeling of seeing the board light up with the final score before the buzzer went off. Besides the Jabberwock team, everyone was celebrating the win. The strong stench of booze-filled the air as Riko's father stumbled by - mumbling curses at the Jabberwock team forever thinking they had a chance - causing Midorima to lift his shirt up to cover his nose to avoid the strong smell. He was happy - thrilled and in shock even - his cold demeanour didn’t break.

He hasn’t felt like this in a long time. He could feel his hands shaking in the pockets of his jersey jacket. His leg bounced unnaturally fast, heart-thumping inside his chest. It was the post-game high. He has gotten used to winning ever since he joined the Generation of Miracles that he forget that this could even happen. The adrenaline from the game hasn’t settled yet and his body was jittery and looking for an outlet to waste all the extra energy. But he found himself unable to move. What could he do? Play ball? He’d win again - as if anything else was possible - making the endeavour useless. He needed something thrilling, something where he couldn’t see the outcome of, something-

“Shintarō,”

He jerked his head to the side to see who had called his name. It was Akashi.

“Everyone’s heading home. Do you have a ride?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m taking the train home,” Midorima replied. He got up and began to get ready to leave, he just has to get his gym bag from the locker room and he would be ready to leave. Standing up from his seat he began to dust off his pants, straightening them with the palms of his hands. The sudden giggle caught his attention and he looked up.

(Y/N) (L/N). The girl who worked for Rikos father. He hadn't met her until the day he brought her in with him, she went to a different school on the edge of the district. He said something about her working the front desk of the gym as a summer job - but all he could remember her from was the constant flirting her and Aomine would get into when they were supposed to be practicing. She stuck around to see the boys practice for the match against Jabberwock, often bringing in water and snacks for the players and subs. The skirts she would wear would always be hiked up to a very questionable height - everyone saw the panty hoes stocking she wore, the slight dark ones with the lacy tops - but despite the obvious flirting she was nice. She served as the manager in the Jabberwock match, making sure everyone had cold water and were patched up after an injury.

He wasn’t surprised when he saw her walking next to Aomine. It was about time the two of them went on a date or something - the tension they created was suffocating - and the way Aomine talked about her made everyone certain that he mostly won the Jabberwock match to impress her. Midorima paid them no mind as they walked by, he had better things to worry about. Pushing in his chair he began to make his way to the door that lead to the locker rooms. He reached out to grab the metal handle of the door when he heard his name being called.

“What're you doing here still?”

It was Kagami. Midorima turned around and saw the red-haired bafoon that was Kagami, standing next to Murasakibara. “I just have to get my gym bag and then I’m leaving,” Midorima replied. “Oh same,” Murasakibara chimed in. “Yeah me too,” Kagami said. The three boys stood in silence, waiting for someone to make any sort of move to break the awkward silence. Taking it upon himself, Midorima let out a sign, “do you want to go get them?” Without saying another word the three boys began to walk through the double doors and began to make their way to the locker rooms.

They all knew what was happening. They all had it. It was awkward dealing with it - what we’re you supposed to do besides beat your meat to let the built-up energy out?- there was no use in playing each other, they already knew the outcome and it would satisfy none of them. Which left the only plausible option, which was beating your meat. Kind of uncomfortable knowing that as soon as you all get home you’re going to fistfight your dick until you can’t feel it anymore, but despite that, they all managed to make it to the locker rooms in peace. The light was still on - strange - but they assumed that it was left on for them to close so they went in without a thought. So when they saw Aomine sitting on the bench with you between his legs, dick deep in your throat as he pushed down on your head, bobbing it on the length of his dick, it was a little surprising.

The sound of the door opening caught the two of you off guard - but not quick enough. You pulled away from Aomines dick, a string of off-white following your bottom lip as you pulled away to look at the three men staring at you. No one was shocked that you and Aomine were… bonding… it was just shocking to walk in on it. It was awkward and a little embarrassing.

“I was wondering when you guys would show up,” Aomine chuckled as he pulled his pants up as he stood up. You were still on the floor, bare knees on the hard coke floor, as you looked at Aomine walk over to the other guys. “You’re just in time.” He reached out and put his arms over Kagami. “Things were just getting started.” He chuckled. “What the fuck do you-“ “Awe c’mon,” he interpreted Kagami. Take his arm off him and walk back over to you. “We’re all feeling it - might as well put it into good use.” He said as he sat back down on the bench. “I know I am,” he smirked looking down at you.

No one said a word as they absorbed what Aomine had just said. “All of us?” Midorima chocked out. He looked down at you - there was no way you could handle that, especially at a time like this - but when he locked eyes with you, chills ran up his spine. “Exciting,” you cooed looking over to Aomine. He leaned forward, grabbing your chin with his fingers and placing a kiss on your lips, “good girl,” he cooed back as he pulled away.

“Daiki this is wron-“ “You don’t have to,” Aomine sighed throwing his head back. “Just know you’ll be missing out on a lot - baby, go stand against a locker and show them what they’ll be missing.” On cue, you stood up and walked over to the lockers directly in front of the three onlookers, playing your chest on the cold surface and bent over, opening your legs. Your skirt hiked up above your ass, ass spreading apart to show a glimpse of your pussy - the thick slick glistening in the locker room lighting. “Shake,” Aomine commanded. You wiggled your butt a little, your ass and thighs moving hypnotically. “Good girl.” Aomine rewarded. He turned his attention back to the guys by the door.

“Interested?” He teased.

It didn’t take long for their cocks to be buried in their fists as they slowly glided their palms along their shaft. Soft groans and grunts mixing with your squeals and Mewls and bounced around the confined walls of the locker room as Kagami stuffed his face deeper in your cunt. Your legs wobbled with every shock of pleasure that surged through your body - Kagami's firm grip on your hips was the only thing keeping you up at that point. Your back arched as you felt yourself be pushed further into the cold surface of the locker, the side of your face pressed against the metal while your braced yourself with your hands. The warm stream of Kagamis spit and your own slick dripped down your legs as Kagami dove his tongue deep in your hole. His hands looping between your legs and coming back up to spread your ass open. The constant assault on your clit from his tongue was enough to get you to the edge, but not push you off into an orgasm. It was torture. You had lost track of how long Kagami has been eating you out - 10 minutes? 15? - it didn’t matter, you were too lost in the pleasure to tell him anything otherwise.

The more Kagami pulled you back into his face, the more you felt your back arch to fit the position. Your panties had been discarded - more like ripped off by Aomine - and now served as a nice decoration piece around Midorimas cock as he gently pumped it on his dick. You could feel the carnivorous stares from them - you knew that they would ravish you when the chance finally comes - and the whole thrill of it just made things better.

“I think you’ve had enough to eat,” Aomine chimed up as he walked over to you two. Despite that, Kagami kept going, flicking your clit with his tongue and stopping to suck on the swollen bud, before he felt Aomines hand on his shoulder. He pulled away, taking in a deep breath as he began to refill his lungs with the air he was depriving them of. He leaned in and gave your abused clit a quick peck before getting up on his feet, wiping the wetness from around his mouth with his arm. He went and sat down on the bench, slumping in the seat before his hands went to palm the tent in his pants.

“Look at you baby,” Aomine teased, looking down at your figure. You were still in the position, legs open, bent over against the lockers.“You got spoiled by Kagami,” He walked up next to you, turning to face the three men watching you like him rabid dogs. He reached out and grabbed your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and exposing your wet cunt. “He really spoiled you didn’t he, princess?” He cooed as he smacked your ass. You let out a whine in response, your legs buckling. The sudden feeling of Aomines fingers in your cunt caused you to squeal. Immediately he began to scissor his fingers, stretching you out.

“You’re so tight baby,” he teased. “Sucking my fingers in like that - are you really that needy? Do you need your cunt stuffed, princess?” Aomine pulled his fingers out, your cunt immediately contracting at the sudden loss. He smacked your ass one last time, startling you, before going back to where he was sitting. “Atsushi,” he called. “Why don’t you stretch her out for us.”

You eagerly waited as you heard footsteps approach you - anticipating what would happen next - but you were caught off guard when a shadow overtook you, darkening the light that had been coming from the lights overhead. You turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the purple-haired giant - a menacing grin accompanying him. It happened in a blink of an eye. You felt his hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your hips, he pushed you against the locker and spread your legs further. You could feel his tip at your entrance - he was big, bigger than what you could take by a landslide - but that didn’t stop him pushing his throbbing dick in you. You were too stunned to let out any noise as you felt his dick push it’s way into you - the burning feeling from suddenly being stretched out taking over and numbing your senses. Your cunt resisted, tightening up and stopping his duck from going any deeper.

You felt him lean onto your back, coming closer to your ear, his hot breath hitting the side of your neck. “Is that all you can take?” He teased. Tears welled up in your eyes as your cunt went into overdrive trying to adjust to him. “Don’t be a hog, Atsushi-“ Aomine groaned. You heard Atsushi sigh. The last thing you remember was feeling his hands trace down your thighs to the pit of your legs, reaching lower until he had his elbows in your leg outs before lifting up. You let a short Yelp when you felt yourself suddenly be lifted up. The once darkening shadow you were under was gone, you were now fully exposed to the light - fully exposed to them. With your legs up to your face, Murasakibara held you up like you weighed nothing - your cunt on full display to the audience. The new angle tightened you up more - causing a bit of Murasakibaras dick to slip out.

“Is that all you can take?” Aomine chuckled. “Baby, he’s only halfway in.”

Before you could process what he said, Murasakibara thrust up into you. Your mouth opened but no noise came out, just a sharp gasp. Your body felt numb as Murasakibara pushed the last bit of his dick into you. He stopped - half out of pity and letting you adjust and half out of wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around his dick - and that’s when you finally looked down. The indent of his dick in your pussy left you speechless - ‘how the fuck did I take that?’ - but it didn’t last for long. Murasakibars began to thrust, his hips bucking up and sliding his dick in and out of you.

The stinging only lasted a few thrusts before you felt his dick practically ram into your g spot. You immediately melted into his touch - your body relaxing and muscles tensing down - loud moans began to escape your lips with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room - though it wasn’t loud enough to drown out your moans - the sound echoing in the small room.

“Why don’t you go out your hands to use, Shintarō?” Aomine said looking over at Midorima. Without hesitation, Midorima got up, almost like he’d been waiting for his turn, and walked over to you. Murasakibara didn’t stop for him - still continuing to pound into you while letting out a string of slurred words. You looked too dazed to even realize what was going to happen. Midorima raised his hand, gently sliding his fingers down your exposed thighs as they made their way to your swollen bud. Gently ghosting over your clit, he saw an immediate reaction from you - your body jolted and threw Murasakibara off guard. “Fuck-“ Murasakibara adjusted his grip onto you. “Keep sucking me in like that and I’m gonna cum-“

His fingers were still wrapped, now a little soaked from touching you. He took the finger wraps off and turned to face you. He reached up, caressing your cheek as you bounced from having Murasakibaras cock shoved deep in you. He grabbed the bottom of your chin, pulling it down and opening your mouth, not wasting any time shoving his fingers in your mouth. Despite your bouncing you managed to suck on his fingers, your tongue swirling around as a pool of spit built up in your mouth. Midorima pulled his fingers out, watching you pout at the sudden loss. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers down on your clit - pressing down on it just enough to evoke a reaction. You let out a loud while when you felt him slowly begin to circle your clit - his touch was gentle, yet so calculated.

Midorima toyed with your clit, relishing in the various Noises you made. At first, he was teasing you, but then he started to go faster - his slender fingers flicking, circling and pressing down on your clit - it didn’t take long for your body to be overstimulated. You threw your head back and began to squirm, cumming as you felt the boys draw out your orgasm. When you felt Midorimas fingers pull away you thought that they were done, your legs felt like jelly and your cunt felt like it was going to fall off.

“Let's change positions,”

You looked up and saw Aomine, the same devilish smile on his face. You felt Murasakibara loosen his grip on you, gently putting you down on the ground to stand up - but your legs said otherwise. You stumbled, Aomine catching you. “Why don’t you sit down,” he said as he gently began to help you sit down on the ground - what seemed like a kind gesture soon revealed its true colours when you felt yourself sit on what felt like someone. You looked down and saw long legs, turning back to see Murasakibara sitting against the locker wall with his dick out, standing straight up. You looked back over and Aomine, who stared down at you with dilated pupils.

He stood back up, hands going straight to his pants as he pulled down to reveal his dick. Soon the other two joined, standing in front of you and taking out his dicks. You felt Murasakibaras hands on your hips again, gasping when you felt him easily maneuver you onto his dick, sliding it between your pussy lips before pushing it in. You sat down on his dick, taking it all until the end, feeling sort of relieved to be filled up again. Closing your eyes you began to grind on his dick, generating some friction.

Opening your eyes you were greeted by the tip of Midorimas dick mere inches away from your face. His bright pink head was all you could see until you looked up. Your eyes met with Midorimas light green eyes, the once modest and embarrassed glimpses had turned into shameless, lustfully staring. You knew what he wanted - you were surprised that he of all of them would be so bold to step up. You were unsure of what the plan was - there were four guys and only two of them had their dicks insight, or in you - confused you looked round to see where the rest had gone, getting caught off guard when you saw Aomine standing to your side with his dick hard and practically in your face. "Don't act dumb, princess," He chuckled. You turned to the other side, this time not being surprised at the sight of Kagami's dick. You turned your head back to the man in front of you, wondering how your body was going to stay coordinated during this.

Maybe it was that piano lesson you had taken all those years back, but you found yourself on beat with every movement coming to you from the men all around you. Your knees ached from the constant friction they had to endure from the hard, concrete floor, your skin rubbing against it each time you lifted yourself off Murasakibaras dick, his large hands stationed at your hips to help support you. Midorimas dick slid deep down your throat every time you lifted yourself up, while your hands pumped both Aomines and Kagami's dick, sliding to the bottom of their shaft when you rose and coming down to their throbbing heads when you went back down.

This was all that Midorima could hope for. He could feel the tension from the game melt away from each thrust into your mouth, having his head so deep in you was a gamble. It was exciting. The uncertainty, the adrenaline release - he didn't know if it would be his last every time he would feel your lips touch the bottom on his dick. He thought that he'd cum after mapping out every grove of your esophagus, not looking down and locking eyes with you. The same eyes that he knew followed him as he made his way off the court, the same eyes that would look up at him after you'd tell him he did so good at practice, the same eyes he'd spend hours awake beating his dick to now looking up at him with pure drunk lust. It was like some perverted fantasy of his was coming true - wrong - it was his perverted fantasy coming true. Throwing his head back he bucked into your mouth one last time before cumming into your mouth, his hot cum leaking down your throat. You stopped moving at the sudden orgasm - the last of cum filling your senses, the twisted excitement causing your core to throb, and your hands to instinctively hold onto something to brace yourself. That led off a chain reaction - the sudden clenching caused Murasakibara to cum, the sudden squeezing made Kagami cum, a string of curses leaving his lips as he bucked into your hands.

For a second the world stopped moving - all you could feel was cum. Leaking in between your thighs, out of your mouth and down your cheek.

"Take your tits out for me princess," Was all you heard that caused you to snap back into reality. You looked up and saw Aomine standing in front of you, pumping his dick. "Take out your fucking tits-" He groaned. You unbuttoned your dress shirt, sliding it down to your elbows and pulling down your bra - your hands going up and pressing your breast together. Aomine let out a deep groan before he came - his hot semen sputtering on the tender flesh of your breasts. Once Aomine dick went limp you finally put pressure off your knees and leaned back into Murasakibaras's chest, panting.

"So - how're we going to clean this up?" You asked.

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Feral Gojo english dub highlights... Just close your eyes and listen..

One More Moment - B.H.

a/n: here's a little angst one shot for you guys as an apology for how slow I'm being rn with requests and a lil something while yall wait. I was super depressed and just couldn't help and couldn't write requests it I needed to do something so I wrote this instead. I hope y'all like it ilysm 💗

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Length: 1.3k

Warnings: Depression, grieving, death mention, Billy is dead in this, mention of suicide, suicidal thoughts lowkey.

The air is cold. It's the end of fall, and winter is rearing its head. Ready to take over and cover Hawkins in snow and ice.

Two things he hated.

He hated colder weather. He hated Hawkins.

Yet he's stuck here now, forever.

You blow some air onto your cold hands, stepping in front of the tombstone.

William Hargrove.

No one ever called him that. Not one person. Except maybe his dad sometimes. But even then, it was a word used to show hate.

To tie him down.

You always wondered why they wrote William, not Billy on his grave.

Maybe it was because it was his legal full name. Or maybe it was because his father never knew his son enough, loved his son enough, to write the name he always went by. Billy. A way to dehumanize him further than he had already done for eighteen years.

You didn't know. But anyone who knew him knew he never answered to William.

No one used to go to the cemetery. You used to never go to the cemetery. It's mostly older graves for older people. People who were at an age that they were ready to die. But more recently the cemetery started to fill with people who were too young to be here. People who still had lives to live, had people to love, had a chance to be happy. To change.

People like Heather Holloway, Barbara Holland...

Billy Hargrove.

Max had been there recently. You see the remnants of an empty cassette beside the stone. She had started bringing them.

No music on them. His cassettes were too precious now. Too raw to give up, even to his own grave. But music meant something. Those cassettes meant something.

It sort of felt like a connection between herself and the dead brother in the ground- one they didn't get to grow before he died.

Maybe one day Max can let his real cassettes go.

You hope so. It's what you're here to do.

To let go.

To try to let go.

You crouch in front of the stone on cold and dying grass. The fallen leafs from trees skitter around with the wind, performing a weird dance together. It breaks the silence in the graveyard.

"Hey Billy..."

Your voice is soft. So quiet, it's almost as if you didn't speak at all. His name sounds foreign on your lips, but all to familiar at the same time. His name is like a curse and a blessing. You could hardly stand to hear it, but the longer you didn't hear it, the more the boy behind the name really faded away.

He was fading.

And eventually, one day in the future, his grave would be another grave with a name no one recognized; one that no one visited.

You clear your throat, suddenly it's gone dry; it feels like you've been in the desert for months, no water in sight.

"How are you?"

He doesn't answer of course. He's not really there. Yes, the body six feet under is his but its not him. Him is somewhere far away. A place you can't reach.

But this is as close as it gets.

Be always hated small talk like this. But he doesn't have a choice but to listen in silence now.

"I'm..." you want to say you're good, but you're not. You aren't sure you'll ever be good again- it's why you need to to this, "okay."

Okay was safe. It was a non-answer. A lie but not a lie.

You dig your hand into your coats pocket, looking for the rectangular item in your pocket; when your fingers touch it, it burns- it hurts. But that's why you're here. To stop the hurt. To...

"I'm leaving," you say it like you're breaking the ice to your boyfriend.

In some way you are- he was your boyfriend. Is... Was. You can't date a dead man.

"I don't think... I can't stay in Hawkins anymore," you miserably offer to the grave in front of you. You're speaking to dead space- but you need to do it.

Leaving and not telling him feels like a betrayal. Even if it's a stone in the ground- it's... He's...

"I'm sorry," you pull your hand from your pocket, a cassette held tightly in your hands, fingers digging into it- you could break it if you're not careful, "I know Max leaves you empty tapes sometimes. But I thought you might like one with music for once."

It's a tape with a dozen songs. One that you had made with him long ago, in the beginning months of your relationship. Back when things were brighter, when the world around you was colourful and when life seemed to have some hope within it.

Back before Hawkins took everything you loved.

"I can't keep it anymore," the air leaves your lungs shakily- you can feel the emotions building up in your chest, begging to be let out. But if you did that now, you know you won't be able to do this.

And you need to do it.

At first you couldn't. Couldn't listen to it, couldn't look at it. It held all your favourite songs and his favourite songs which would subsequently also become your favourites. You couldn't even listen to music for a while after because it stung. It hit too deep, bled too much. It was something you enjoyed doing with him in his room, in his Camaro. Anywhere.

It didn't bring you happiness anymore; it only deepened the gaping wound that he had left when he died.

But over time you listened to it again. One song a day. Till you listened to it all. And then you listened again, and again, on repeat. In your car, in your room, anywhere.

The songs became an escape. One where when you closed your eyes and blocked everything else out, you could imagine in those minutes that he was right there. That he was laying with you. Or standing behind you and putting his hands in your jeans pockets pulling you close.

Sometimes you swore you could feel him. Feel his touch. Smell is cologne. Feel his love.

But then the songs would end. And your eyes would open and everything was grey again.

Everything hurt again.

Because he wasn't there. And he wouldn't ever be there again. You were only fooling yourself; using this tape as an escape from a reality you needed to face. You were fading away, just like he was, but you were still living in all ways that mattered medically.

Beating heart, pumping blood, functioning limbs, warm skin.

The other half of you was dead.

It would kill you.

He would kill you, even in death, Billy Hargrove was your greatest weakness. And he'd kill you if you didn't stop.

Maybe you should have let him. But he'd be angry. So, so angry. And Max too. Your family. Friends.

At what point did you stop your own hurt instead of stopping others hurt?

Closing your eyes as tight as you can, you place the tape onto the grave in front of you. It feels like a weight is lifted, but at the same time, like a new one has arisen.

It is pain. It is hurt. It is agony. It is a love that you can't ever express the way you want to because he's not there to recieve it. It is a darkness that threatens you and tells you this is the wrong choice.

But you need to. To let him go, to get away. Before Hawkins (and the ghost of a dead man) swallows you whole. Drowns you.

"Take care of it, please."

You know the weather will destroy the tape. Maybe it will find its way back to him wherever he is- wherever death takes you. You can't say where, you don't know where. Anything could be possibly considering all Hawkins had shown you.

When you stand and turn away, hand still burning metaphorically from where the tape had been, the wind blows a harsh gust. It goes through you like you're a rickety old house, holes and all, just a skeleton.

It's cold. But it feels like you're being wrapped up by the wind into a hug. For one moment, a single, fleeting moment, you aren't alone.

Then it's gone. Just like everything else. The wind dies down as quickly as it came, and its quiet again, the leaves settling. You're alone.

Hawkins couldn't have you. You wouldn't let it. No matter how much part of you wanted it to take you.

All you needed was one more moment with him. And that was it.

thinking abt unofficialbf!katsuki

unofficialbf!katsuki who's abrasive and rude and loud until you're near him. he almost instantly sizzles down

unofficialbf!katsuki who proudly declared you as "his" when you were 4 after you accepted his bouquet of dandelions and its kind of just stuck since then

unofficialbf!katsuki who, after that, began proudly holding your hand and marching around with you. at some point, it just became a habit for him to reach for your hand, continuing even as you got older

unofficialbf!katsuki who still apologizes to you the same way as when you two were kids. he holds your hand and looks away as he mutters "'m sorry.." with rosy cheeks. when he really messes up, he'll bury his nose into your neck and hold you close and whisper a genuine apology into your ear. he'll struggle for the right words and get super flustered, but you know hes trying!!

unofficialbf!katsuki who, for as long as izuku could remember, has been a package deal with you

unofficialbf!katsuki who is practically inseparable from you. like youre not hugging in class or anything but theres just this unnecessary proximity with you guys? you're always just unexplainably close for no reason

unofficialbf!katsuki who carries your bag everywhere. he complains that you "can't even carry your own damn bags!!" but would never let you carry them

unofficialbf!katsuki! who beats his friends up for being stupid when they don’t understand something he’s teaching them, but is so gentle when teaching you. he gets real close and talks in this low rumbly voice that’s just SO HOT

unofficialbf!katsuki whos an asshole to everyone but you

unofficialbf!katsuki who, despite being unnaturally nice to you and finds it hard to be/stay mad at you, gets really genuinely angry when you get reckless when fighting. the only times hes ever really yelled at you for real were when you put yourself in danger

unofficialbf!katsuki who doesnt care if mineta and kaminari ogle the other girls but would blow them up if they so much as laid an eye on you

unofficialbf!katsuki who tries to hide the way his eyes soften whenever you talk

unofficialbf!katsuki who, due to your childhood marriage/relationship/idk-its-complicated, is really comfortable with touching you. he would never let any of those other extras touch him, but he never hesitates to grasp your hand when you're scared, grab your waist to pull you in when he just wants you closer, or even pull you into his lap (in private) to cuddle. he has no problem manhandling you and throwing you over his shoulder or even carrying you bride-style when he's reaaally feeling confident. when you sit next to each other, his hands easily find your thigh almost subconsciously to rub his thumb over it soothingly

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been having tickle fights with since you were little! he would never DARE hit you like he would those other losers, so he tickles you when he thinks you're being annoying. he knows all of your ticklish spots and still uses it against you when he thinks you're being bratty (or when he just wants to hear you laugh, but he'd die before he admits it)

unofficialbf!katsuki who LOVES cuddling with you! (would never admit it) you get all loud and fussy sometimes (no one is allowed to sass him other than you) so he just pulls you close to his chest and drags his fingertips up and down your back in the way he knows you like. he loves how it gets you all quiet and sleepy and clingy in a matter of minutes. he wonders if you notice the way that after just a couple minutes, your speech starts to slur and you bury your face into his chest or neck. (he does. he notices.)

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been cuddling since you were kids so it just sort of continued as you two got older? you've known him for forever, so it never felt weird or anything. its just oddly natural? mitsuki has photos of you two cuddling from ages like 4-now.

speaking of mitsuki!! she absolutely ADORES you and unofficialbf!katsuki HATES it! he always mutters about how she likes you more than him whenever you come over, which is like everyday, which she always affirms happily. calls you "my sweet y/n-chan," "sweetheart," "dear," "lovely," and of course "my future daughter-in-law." (katsuki always tells her to "SHUT UP, OLD HAG" with bright red cheeks)

unofficialbf!katsuki whose grumpy moods and grumbles are easily halted by you running your hands through his blond spikes, which always turns him into putty in your hands

unofficialbf!katsuki who always has you in his dorm. he has this thing about nobody, not sero or denki or even kirishima being allowed in his bed when they hangout, but he lets you with no problem. in fact, he's the one who drags you into his bed with him.

unofficialbf!katsuki whose classmates have literally placed bets on when his balls will drop and he'll make you his official girlfriend (he cursed them out and blew stuff up when he found out)

can you tell im a sucker for the just friends/unofficial bf trope...

They get along at last-

Tumblr, buddy, listen to me. This is an unprecedented opportunity. You can snap up all of the pie here, and become defacto internet goodguy easy. All you gotta do is... drop the nsfw ban. Unambiguously. Announce that dicks are back on the menu. You want people subscribed the blogs? You want people to actually use your Post+ function? Porn. Let us use it for porn. The youngins aren't joining this site anyway, you're not competing with tiktok. The vaguely horny 20-40 demographic though? You can have that. You can have all of that. Think about it.

you lied

i redrew that old ghostbur piece out of spite lol

(old painting under ‘read more’)

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