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tadpole-art · 7 months
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Autumn Deku 🍁
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autumnalsteahouse · 11 months
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this is so sero-coded.
thinking about how after a night out with your friends, you couldn’t get Hanta out of your head. before you left, he looked so hungry.
“baby…” it was like he couldn’t decide which part of you was calling his name the loudest, his eyes were slowly shifting down each inch of your body, “looks like you’re on a mission to get free drinks tonight.”
The blush warmed your cheeks a little too quickly, just like the smile that you were trying to push down.
It’s been a little over two years since you’ve first gotten together, but when he looks at you like that… it gives you the slightest glimpse into later tonight. The thought has you shifting, clenching yourself under his weighted gaze— something that doesn’t go unnoticed.
hanta pulls his lips in before his skilled tongue darts between them and licks his bottom lip, “or is this for me?…” he draws out, wandering gaze leading back up to your stare.
“Is this for me to peel off when you’re done with the club?” he mumbles, stepping towards you; close enough to where his fit front is against your back, the curve of your ass slots perfectly against his stiffened cock. “when you come home after being ogled at and all you wanna do is feel how full I can make you?” his lips were ghosting the shell of your ear, raising goosebumps all along your skin. His hands, spread and open-palmed, cupped the fat of your hips as he presses impossibly harder against you. “This is a little reminder for you that no matter how bad those lame asses want you, they could never fit the print of my dick that I’ve carved into that pretty pussy.”
you were close to salivating, the temptation to stay home was weighing heavily on the scale of options— you did promise your friends that you’d go out… but you didn’t specify for your long…
A couple of hours. That’s how long you could take before all thoughts led to the yearning of felling just how full your boyfriend could make you. The way his dick perfectly curves to hit the gummy spot that makes you feel like you’ve melted into a puddle of warm wax, the way his toned arms hug you close to shape each other perfectly— skin on skin, hot and sensual. In your semi intoxicated state, you needed it now more than ever.
“Hanta…” you whine uncomfortably into the phone, fiddling with your keys while trying to balance the device between your cheek and your shoulder.
“what is it, baby? Are you home?” his voice comes through the phone like velvet, warm and inviting, enticing the human equivalent of a purr out of you.
“‘Mm home but the keys are being so mean…” you trail off as the keys jingle in opposition while you sift through them.
It took no more than 3 seconds for the door to swing open with a shirtless and disheveled Sero Hanta to greet you. He was back-lit, mullet extra shaggy, his broad chest rising and falling as if to even out his breath— not to forget the grey sweatpants that hung low to expose the dark happy trail that guided your eyesight from his belly button to the fulfilling print that was teasing you with every passing second.
You felt yourself salivate.
“those clothes need to come off-“ he nearly growled before cutting himself off by pulling you in by the waist.
You could barley gasp when you were pulled in, there was no time before his lips were on yours.
Animalistic was how it felt, everything went by so fast— your shoes were scattered somewhere, bag dropped and so we’re the keys. Hanta’s hands were everywhere and feeling everything, all the while, you were reminded how hard the man before you was with every hard press against him.
“Were you stroking my pretty cock while I was gone?” you moaned, attempting to sound like honey as you watched him haphazardly kick off his sweats.
“fu… your cock?” he looked back down at you, almost rabid with his pupils so dilated, only making the thumping of your clit heavier.
taking a few steps back, his calves hit the back of one of the chairs in the living room, prompting him to fall into the seat.
“that’s my cock, just like this pretty pussy is yours.”
the look on his face was that akin to a worshiper seeing the deity he’s placed all his faith into— eyes wide and jaw slacked. he followed your movements as you slip out of the base of your fit, leaving you in only your top as you go to straddle his bare lap…
tagging: @nkogneatho
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xcziel · 1 year
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for the US danmei fans
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shapooda · 1 year
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Banners! Feel free to use ; u ;
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msjakelo · 2 years
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You look so pretty and I love this .⁠。⁠*⁠♡🍂🍁
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vidmochka · 6 months
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Reverse fantasy AU
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dabilove27 · 7 months
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Autumnal
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Paring: Aizawa Shouta x Fem!Reader
Rating: T? (there's like one cuss word, I am still an 18+ blog, MDNI)
Warnings: None! If there is anything I'm missing please let me know! Both characters are at least 21+
Word Count: 0.5k
A/N: Hello! This is a small drabble for the season! The prompt came from this post! Thank you so much to @gixxie and @lady-lunaaa for beta reading so long ago and lifting me up with all your comments I adore you both!!
Yellow strips of nylon lay scattered across the bedroom floor as you curse under your breath. You had burnt your finger with the hot glue gun for the hundredth time that evening. You'd think you would have learned by now not to test the glue with your finger, but you hadn't.
Although, it could be the stress of making this project look perfect. You really really wanted it to look just like him. You'd spent two hours tracing and drawing in black tufts of hair, dark eyes with dark bags below, little pieces of stubble, and your boyfriend's scowl onto a pale white pumpkin. And now the stupid nylon was refusing to stick as you wrapped it around the pumpkin strategically. 
The idea had popped into your head after seeing the perfect Aizawa-looking pumpkin at the supermarket that morning. You knew he'd roll his eyes at it once you were done. But you also knew how much he loved seeing you explore your crafts. And even though he would joke around, you loved how he would still indulge you in exploring what you loved. 
The Autumnal days brought out a creative side in you that seemed dead during the rest of the year. And for fuck's sake, all you wanted to do was make a cute little pumpkin that resembled your boyfriend. With an exasperated sigh, you leaned back against the bed, willing the headache that was coming on to disappear. What was the point? He might hate it anyways, so why are you putting in so much effort?
You were so caught up in your self-defeating thoughts that you missed Aizawa's near-silent footsteps as he entered the apartment. You lost track of time because of the stupid glue gun and nylon mishaps. 
"Did you destroy my sleeping bag?" A deep voice came from the doorway, causing you to startle with a sharp intake of breath. 
"Fuck! You scared me!" You yelped as you tried to get your heartbeat to slow. "Wait, no! Don't look; it's a surprise!" Shame and sadness filled you. This was supposed to be a cute surprise, and now all Shouta was seeing was a half-decorated pumpkin and a mess of nylon spread across the floor.
Aizawa ignored your pleas. Instead, he quirked an eyebrow at your outburst. "Are you gluing my sleeping bag to that pumpkin?" His eyes gestured to the sad-looking winter squash in front of you. 
"It's not...Ok, maybe it is what it looks like," you finally gave up in defeat. "I just wanted to make a cute pumpkin like you." You lowered your head and refused to see his disappointment. You'd put in hours for a stupid pumpkin that didn't turn out.
But instead of a sound of annoyance, you heard a soft chuckle from the man at the doorway as he made his way over to you. Shouta knelt down next to you, slipping his hand under your chin and lifting it up so that you looked at him. "You're so cute, you know that? Let me see if I can help," he replied gently, kissing your lips.      
Thank you for reading!
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doodlesandbooks · 2 years
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In an autumnal mood. drew sweaters. 
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jasontoddssuper · 5 months
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Me and my man don't stay dead,he gets himself killed which is a catalyst to me also getting killed and we get ressurected
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teenytraveler · 2 years
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My piece for the Todomomo Seasons Zine from last year! 
Todomomo carving out pumpkins for pumpkin soup most likely, maybe pumpking cake or muffins? We always get a lot of pumpkins from my grandma + we don’t celebrate halloween so pumpkins always mean it’s food time for me >:D 
Autumn is my fav season so I’m happy I could draw something autumn-y for this zine<3
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missgreenkitty · 2 years
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Always 🧼Wash Your Hands🧼
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vera-deville · 7 months
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Vera's Hauntober 2023
Day 2 - Leaves (Hitoshi Shinsou)
09/14/2023 - 09/16/2023
Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader
Word Count: 420
Warnings: Reader's a bit on the short in this one!
Gender: Gender Neutral
Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover
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"Ah, Hitoshi! I'm back!
Shinsou bites back a laugh, seeing Y/N carrying a multitude of bags, and a bunch of mini pumpkins (trying not to drop a single one). Y/N gave him a pained look, despite the cheery greeting before waddling inside the house to relieve their arms of the heavy weights that burdened them.
Leaning on his rake, Shinsou finally let out a low chuckle after Y/N went in the house. He wouldn't even bother trying to ignore the way his heart seemed to stutter every time he saw them.
Within minutes, Y/N was back, bright smile (and more importantly, without bags and things obscuring their figure), holding another rake.
"Either the neighbor's maple hates us, or one of us pissed off some wind deity or something in our past lives. My money lies on you," Y/N teased, tilting their head in the direction of the offending tree.
Shinsou rolled his eyes before continuing his long arduous mission of raking all the leaves that had fallen onto their property. "If anyone pissed off a wind deity, it's probably the person who's currently smacking the air with their rake," Shinsou teased back.
Y/N retaliated with a gentle jab to Shinsou's backside, and from there, it evolved into a sparring session Maki Zenin would be jealous of. With a jab to the left, and a block upwards, and a split when the rake cam just a little too close for comfort.
Y/N could see the excitement bubbling in Shinsou's eyes, the play fighting giving him a good change of pace. With their respective careers gaining traction and thus causing them to become more busy and not have as much time to each other or themselves, having little moments like this, ones where the only two people in the world who mattered were them and only them (though rare), were most welcome.
With one final move, Shinsou had beaten Y/N in their little sparring match, and because Y/N was so petty, they swiped their legs under Shinsou's causing him to fall next to them.
The two laughed heartily, throwing red and golden and glowing leaves at each other, feeling like children once again.
"We're going to have to clean all this up again, you know?" Y/N said.
"Lucky for me, I've got you helping me," Shinsou begins, sweet grin on his face as he leaned towards Y/N.
Peck.
Yeah, they could totally do anything as long as they were together.
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Author's Note: That's Day 2 of Vera's Hauntober! This fic is admittedly shorter than the previous one, but it was still pretty fun to write. 29 more days left!
See you in the next fic!
Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist
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coraartisan · 1 year
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Happy birthday tomura my sweet (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡
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deathc-re · 2 years
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october  "♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ
summary ;; a date in october with your new boyfriend tomura shigaraki 
warnings - swearing & slight implications of sex at the beginning ;; 2.9k words !!
wrote this last year in october but i just got to see my man in the latest episode and thought why not share it here ! my writing style is so different from this now tho lmao
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you woke up to the sound of a headboard hitting your wall. your neighbor had just gotten a new girlfriend and they obviously couldn't keep their hands off each other. you and your other neighbors had complained about the noise every so often because they did it at the most unconventional times but it never stopped, even though they promised to keep it down.
sucking your teeth you grabbed your phone off your nightstand. 10:14 am, October 23rd.
you loved fall, it was the season of crunchy leaves and slutty Halloween costumes. but also the season of scary movies and pumpkin-flavored everything. the cool air brought you a sort of inner peace that no other season could achieve.
you skimmed through your notifications and smiled at the one from your new boyfriend. though the relationship had just started you couldn't help but feel an intense pull to him. it also didn't help that he was just type. well, not entirely but he fit into a couple of stereotypes that you enjoyed.
sliding your hands down your face you got out of bed and head toward the bathroom. your apartment wasn't that big but it was big enough for you and the very occasional guest.
2 bed, 2 bath, living room with a lovely view of...the building across and a decent sized kitchen. it was close to all the places you needed and not too far from family. your friends lived walking distances away so that wasn't really a problem. well, it was a problem when the weather was being nasty but otherwise not a problem.
You did your morning routine and started your breakfast. you had opened the living room window the night before so there was a nice breeze coming in. staring as the coffee pot did its job you munched on some toast and thought about mindless things.
the thumping from next door had stopped by the time you finished breakfast and you were grateful because you were just about to get ready for your day.
tomura said he had planned a lovely day for the two of you and you were quite excited. it wasn't rare that he planned things for the both of you but you still enjoyed the suspense of what he had planned. it was always something different and you loved the playful glint in his eyes when he denied you the information of your destination.
turning on your speaker you shuffled through your playlist looking for something to get dressed to. you were in the mood for some Steve Lacy. typing the song name into the search bar you picked the song and set your phone down, swaying to the beat as you picked out an outfit.
you got dressed, fixed your hair, and made sure you had everything before walking out and locking the door. tomura had asked you to meet at the park by your house, which was about a 5-minute walk but you didn't mind.
the cool air in your lungs and the sound of your shoes hitting the concrete made you smile. a singular earpiece in you continued to listen to the r&b playlist [preferred music app] created for you.
getting to the gates that welcomed you into the park you searched for your man, only to see him sitting at a park bench; hands in his pockets staring up into the trees. no doubt admiring the browning leaves. he looked so peaceful, so beautiful. you would fight yourself if you didn't capture the moment. moving as discreetly as you could you took a picture of him and quickly made it your lock screen, it was something you were sure to cherish for as long as possible.
you noticed how long you must have been standing there staring at him when an older woman came and asked you if everything was all right. you sheepishly assured her that you weren't planning anything sinister and head over to sit next to him. plopping down and placing your hand on his thigh he glances at you before smiling and returning to looking at the leaves.
"good morning," he whispered, he still sounded tired and you couldn't help but chuckle.
"good morning! shall we get going or is this the plan for today?" you said, pushing him with your shoulder.
"no, no. we have plans I was just enjoying the scenery."
"I can tell."
taking a deep breath he got up and turned to you, offering a hand. you smiled and took it, letting him pull you up. intertwining your finger you and tomura set off for what you assumed to be your first destination.
the two of you walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, ignoring the rude faces and mumbles of passersby for 'taking up so much space'.
you had been to this side of town only rarely so you couldn't do your usual guessing as you made your way. you could tell you were getting closer though by how tomura excitedly swung your hands. he was an intimidating-looking man but he was adorable regardless.
he stopped you in front of a store with a half-burnt out neon sign at the front. you could see from the outside multicolored lights flashing and a fading colorful carpet. the sound of laughter and competitive teasing made you smile as you stepped in.
the arcade.
as much as shigaraki played the newest things he always talked about his love for older games. it reminded him of the good in his childhood. it brought him peace, kind of like fall for you but of course with deeper meaning.
"you know, im surprised you never brought me here before," you admitted while walking to the change machine.
" I've always wanted to take you, it just...never happened I guess." he chuckled airily.
tomura handed you your cup of coins and pulled you in the direction of your first game. the further back you went the older the games got. it was almost like a time capsule, seeing all these games. it reminded you of when you went to the arcade as a kid, racing around the store and yelling about who won with your friends. it brought back so many memories you almost didn't know what to do with yourself.
"...but yeah I think this would have to be my all-time favorite game!" shigaraki beamed showing off the slightly dusty game. yeah, you were totally lost but played it off like a pro.
"great choice! I didn't play it much as a kid but I think I'll be able to give you a run for your money." you pulled up your sleeves and chuckled at the excited smirk on your boyfriend's face.
you both played for a while, laughing and shoving each other like children without a care in the world. when you finally accepted your obvious defeat you quickly searched for another game that you knew you could beat him at.
when your eyes landed on the large structure with flashing lights and tacky music streaming out of it your face morphed into a wicked grin the could put the grinch to shame. pulling a confused and slightly worried man behind you, you marched over to the 'Dance Dance Revolution' machine.
nodding for the kids on it to scarm you hopped on and picked the hardest song you knew you could still win at. you could tell by the small smile on tomura's face that he already admitted defeat and you couldn't help but snicker.
just by looking at him, you could tell that he had little to no coordination and couldn't dance to save his life so you already had this in the bag. moving from arrow to arrow you won with a giggle and kissed him on the cheek to ease the pain of utter loss.
(I'm so dramatic lmfao)
you both went around playing games, smiling and laughing not paying attention to anything but each other and how much you enjoyed the company. you noticed tomura check his phone and audibly gasp.
"shit! we're gonna be late, c'mon!" he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the arcade.
"but we didn't get to cash in our tickets!" you whined, still trailing behind him nonetheless.
you followed him down the road, hands in your pockets as you talked casually. you tried asking where you were off to in such a rush but of course, he evaded the question skillfully and led you somewhere mysterious as always. you finally had enough of the secrecy though when you got on the subway. you loved the fact that he was always surprising you but if where ever he was taking you was so far that you needed to take the subway you needed at least a vague idea of where the fuck he was taking you.
the possibility of him being a murderer and this just being his method was not high but still not zero.
"fine, fine," tomura sighed, grabbing hold of the railing "we're going to one of those haunted houses but the actually scary ones. like the ones you have to be 15 and older to enter." you raised a brow.
"whattttttt!" his whining made you giggle "I thought it would be fun! bonding and whatnot."
"going to a haunted house so scary that they have to put an age limit? totally sounds like a blast!" shigaraki rolled his eyes at your sarcastic remark and you just leaned into him, making him shake his head in amusement.
once you finally got to the building it was taking place in a woman in about 8 inches heals greeted you at the door.
"yo, welcome to the Mad Mansion. you sign your waivers over by the bloody fountain and get your flashlights over by the headless guy with a crowbar. good luck and make sure you use the bathroom before entering. thank you."
wait-
"now WHY in the ever-living fuck do we need to sign a whole ass waiver!?" now you were actually getting nervous, why did you need a waiver? it was just supposed to be jump scares...right?
tomura simply smiled at you, obviously trying to ease your nerves, and pulled you to the blood fountain. you read the waiver very carefully but still signed it. getting the required supplies the both of you made your way to the entrance.
you grabbed tomura's hand and interlocked your fingers, shaving your hands into your hoodie pocket. he squeeze your hand for reassurance and you walked in. it was dark and had a stuffy smell. the sound of water dripping and other people screaming was all you could hear until someone jumped out of a hole in the wall beside you.
yelling and grabbing hold of your shoulder, they shook their head violently. screaming and stumbling back into shigaraki you cocked your arm back and swung boom! the sound of fist cracking bone made the area silent. quickly realizing what you had done you rushed to make sure the person was ok though their hisses of pain made it clear they weren't. they tried laughing it off but when actual blood came gushing out of their nose they were quickly ushered out by one of their colleges.
you turned to shigaraki and in the dim lighting you could make out his bewildered face.
"I told you this wasn't a good idea." you felt bad, it was of course a natural reaction but that probably ruined your plans! what if they kicked you out? or worse?
"babe," you looked into his eyes while he pulled you guys off to the side. "everything is all right, ok? I'm bet they understand. this is a haunted house I'm sure this isn't the first time they got punched on the job." you tried to hold back a smile.
"there you are! now c'mon, let's get going. if you want I can walk in front, keep you from assaulting any more innocent people." he chuckled, stumbling back after you shoved him.
"innocent my ass! goin' around scaring people...the fuck is wrong with them!"
the rest of the time was spent with you screaming, bumping into tomura's back, running, dodging running men with chainsaws, and of course, swearing like there was no tomorrow.
once you finally got out the other end you sighed loudly in relief.
"i ain't never doing that shit again, you hear me?"
you enjoyed yourself but you were never gonna let him know that. while inside he promised to get you apology food and you weren't gonna miss out on a free meal.
walking out you waved at the woman in the heels and head back into the subway.
"what are you in the mood to eat?" tomura asked.
"hm... maybe some tacos?"
"oh oh oh! I know this great spot that sells the best birria tacos!"
"for real? bro I haven't had birria in so long!" just the thought made your mouth water.
•∆•
after eating and thoroughly thanking everyone that worked in the shop you and shigaraki left, large smiles on your faces. you made your way back to your apartment, deciding on taking the long route and going through the park.
the scene was gorgeous. falling brown and orange leaves, people walking their dogs, and jogging along the concert paths. teenagers laying in the patches of grass reading novels, having a picnic, and talking endlessly with friends. you and tomura walked hand in hand down the path, enjoying the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of you. the feeling of content and ease flowed through your body and all you could do was let out a sigh.
when you finally arrived at your apartment the familiar smell of home made you smile. tomura walked in a quickly got settled. he took off his shoes, placed his jacket on the rack, and plopped on the couch.
"movie marathon?" he asked.
"um duh? lemme just get relaxed first cause I'm definitely gonna fall asleep." the both of you chuckled as you head into your room. removing your layers of clothes and putting them away you undressed and walked into the bathroom. adjusting the water temperature you stepped in a sighed at the hot/cold water hitting your back. today was wonderful, shigaraki really was an amazing boyfriend.
you hummed a sweet tone as you did your nightly routine. checking your phone as you head into your room you were shocked at the time. 5:57 pm. still pretty early.
damn I was in the shower for a minute tho!
when you looked up from your phone you were shown a view of tomura in nothing but a towel around his waist. water dripped from his hair and down his skinny but muscular arms. it was definitely a sight for sore eyes. he was rummaging through your closet, most probably looking for a change of clothes he'd left here.
"stop staring pervert. you were taking forever so I decided to shower too." his unbothered tone made the embarrassment even worse. you giggled nervously and said a quick apology before slipping into something comfortable.
a hoodie that surely wasn't yours and some random shorts were what you wore while making something to drink for the both of you. black coffee for tomura with an unhealthy amount of sugar and some plain ole tea for you. on nights like these it always made you feel as though you were in a book, living out your childhood fantasies.
cupping your tea in your hands you walked over to your window and stared out. looking past the building across and all those that followed and into the horizon, watching the sunset and the sky change into a beautiful mix of colors.
shigaraki came up behind you, placing his chin on your shoulder and a hand on your waist. you stayed there like that for a moment, enjoying the view and the feelings of having someone to spend these beautiful intimate moments together. you loved him, though it was still early you really did. you wanted to say it, to shout it at the rooftops but you stayed silent and sipped your tea. giggling while he places gentle kisses along your neck, reassuring you of all his feelings regardless of what he said, or of what he didn't.
when the sun finally disappeared and the sky morphed into deep shades of blue you both settled on the couch. mugs placed atop coasters on the coffee table while you pressed your back into his chest, tucking the blanket securely under your arms.
tomura kept his arm around you, glad that you were comfortable, and pressed play on the movie you guys decided. with the curtains closed and all the lights off the only light came from the tv. he looked down at you, watching to colors dance along your face, and admired the beauty that you held.
god, how he loved october.
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sunflower-art-19 · 6 months
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Uraraka getting ready for Halloween
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3 and 6 for bkg 🧚‍♀️💫💕
3: The first bite of chill in the morning air once the weather turns 6: Fleeting touches with gloved hands Thank you shay!!! some cold domestic bakugo for u ♥️ feel free to send in more prompts!
When your fiancé leaves in the morning, you know immediately that he’ll be back before he gets to his car.
He heads off to work and leaves you with your breakfast, but you feel the cold air he lets in when he opens the door—it bites at your nose and leaves your bare feet chilled. Katsuki runs hot; you’ve been with him long enough of the low curses he begins to mutter under his breath about the cold around this time of year.
So when he opens the door again to fetch extra layers, you’re there to greet him.
The gloves come first. You hand them off with a grin—they’re pretty, suede, a birthday present from months prior getting its first use. They look nice on him. That’s all you allow yourself to think, as you watch him tug them on grumpily.
The scarf you wrap around his neck securely yourself. His cheeks are flush, lips pouting, eyes cast to the side the same way his head is turning. He leans in though, and he doesn’t fight when you use the scarf to tug him down and press a kiss to his nose as your other hand takes his to hold.
“All bundled up,” you coo, because he’ll hate it. “My big strong pro hero.”
“Dumbass,” Katsuki mutters under his breath. You giggle and nip at the nose you just kissed, if only to hear him growl in response.
“You’re welcome,” you tell him brightly.
“Fuckin’ insane. Dunno how you can be all cheery in this weather,” he grunts.
“It’s nice. Makes me wanna snuggle up and stay in bed all day…”
A snort. “Yeah. Like you’d ever.”
“If you were with me I would.”
“Nice try.”
He can’t stay, you both know it, so in apology his hand lingers on yours when he pulls away, fingers tracing along your wrist and down your palm before finally disappearing. You can feel the fleeting heat, even though those gloves, as you watch him get into his car and drive off. And if you let your own press against the wrist he’d just touched, savoring it, then that’s for you and the wind to know.
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