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Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi
Pronouns: Katsuki (he/him), Hitoshi (they/them)
Prompts: a nose kiss
Additional: Fluff, nose kiss, FLUFF NO ANGST!!!
Author's Note: RAAAAAAH, I love BakuShin!!! They're so funny to me!! Also,, Apollo?? Posting on its main account?? it's more likely than you think!
Updated note: I am so sorry!! I did not know the original word I had used for this is a slur! So, thanks to an anon who told me, I changed the word! So nothing really changed other than the name of the kiss!
"Hitoshi?" Katsuki grumbled, putting his sweaty palms on his closed eyes, lightly rubbing the tiredness away.
"Hmm?"
"It's nearly midnight, go to sleep."
Hitoshi adjusted themself to be able to look at Katsuki while still being able to play on their console.
"I know." They put one hand on Katsuki's hair. "Go to sleep if you're tired."
Katsuki sighed. "Come on, Eye Bags. I don't want to sleep alone."
"Is the Bakugou Katsuki asking me, an extra, to sleep with him?"
Katsuki 'tch'-ed, before throwing a pillow that had fallen on the floor at them. The bastard smirked.
Hitoshi went to say something, but held themself back at the sight of the other. Katsuki was holding back a yawn, his eyes misty from lack of sleep.
He was right, it was pretty late. And Katsuki usually went to bed at 8:20 pm.
Was he really waiting for them to finish their game? Hitoshi smiled.
"How about this? I finish this part and then I go to sleep."
"You said the same thing thirty minutes ago..."
"I pinky promise?" Hitoshi put their pinky up, and waved their hand that used to be in his hair in front of him, right in his face.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, swatting away their hand from his face. But he still linked his pinky with theirs, finalising their promise.
"Now you better hurry the fuck up, got it Mind Fuck?"
Hitoshi let out a chuckle. They came in close to Katsuki, then rubbed the tips of their noses together.
"What the fuck?!" Katsuki blinked a few times, surprised. "The hell was that?"
"A nose kiss. Never heard of it?"
"No the fuck I didn't? And what the hell even is a nose kiss?"
"It's just rubbing our noses together. To warm up the tip of your nose." They tilted their head to the right. "Your parents never did that with you?"
"Why? Sensei's doing it to you?"
Hitoshi rolled their eyes. "Sensei's not my dad."
"Mhm. Go tell that to Half-N-Half. I bet he'd totally believe you."
"Anyway!" Hitoshi leaned in quickly, before getting back into their initial position, leaned against the bedframe and both hands holding the handheld console.
Katsuki groaned at the small kiss his partner had given him, but went back to his sleeping position still.
"Bastard..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes.
Nanami Kento when he comes home after long hours of work, he takes you by the waist while you are in the kitchen preparing a simple meal for the two of you.
Nanami Kento rests his head on your shoulder and places delicate kisses on your skin that smells of vanilla while you ask him how his day was.
Nanami Kento just grunts to avoid the subject and prefers to return the question to you. His day was shitty partly because of Gojo but it was no longer thanks to you. You are the sun of his life so everything is better.
Nanami Kento slides his two large firm hands under your -his- t-shirt that is way too big for you but that suited you so well. His slightly cold hands on your warm skin go up to your chest. You didn't have a bra. Was his wife such a slut for him?
Nanami Kento smiles at this thought because he already knew the answer. His hands cup your breasts and knead them gently. Small moans of satisfaction come out of your mouth which excites him.
Nanami Kento whispers to you to finish quickly. He doesn't want to eat dinner but only his pretty perfect wife.
the end, ✨ imagine ✨
masterlist
Husband! Nanami reassures you when you're self-conscious about your insecurities.
Husband! Nanami makes you your favorite drink, blanket, and favorite TV show when you have a painful period.
Husband! Nanami prepares you a hot, bubble bath when he sees you're tired.
Husband! Nanami washes your hair when you are lazy and gives you a head massage. He knows how to use his fingers so well..
Husband! Nanami massages your shoulders and feet when you've had a long day at work.
Husband! Nanami is cuddly when he's had a bad day. He can't help it, you're his "charger".
Husband! Nanami is a mess when you smile at him. He's so weak for you.
Husband! Nanami tells you everyday that he loves you. He means it. You're the only person he needs.
A/N: I haven't posted in a while so I'm posting this and yeah he know use his fingers🤧 ⟢﹒ masterlist
Universe made me short cuz if I was tall if be a bigger threat to society
I am not even half of an inch shorter than my friend and this happens on many many many many many many occasions
p-perhaps they’re at a ball in Hero’s honor. In civie identities? Hero and Villain meet, Hero notices something about Villain seems familiar, but they write it off thinking Villain is perhaps a coworker or someone they’ve saved before. The two of them have a lot in common, they begin to hit it off. Hero is about to ask Villain if they want to go out for a drink some time when they notice something EXTREMELY telling of who Villain is. Hero begins acting very guarded around Villain, and Villain seems hurt, as they don’t know why Hero could be acting like that.
Guess who’s backkkk
Guarded
“Why won’t you talk to me.”
If the hero had still been completely clueless they would’ve noticed and cared for the other’s use of tone.
Stern but in a concerned manner, something Hero shrugged off, unaffected by the villain’s manipulation. Or at least, what they thought was.
“Why do you care?” Hero asked, monotone voice as they tried to stay calm. Pretending their nemesis wasn’t standing a mere few feet from them was harder than it looked.
The villain huffed, keeping their voice low as they spoke, not wanting to alert any of the other guests that surrounded them. “Because a minute ago we were on cloud nine and now you’re completely ignoring me.”
Hero didn’t respond, afraid that they just might snap at the villain or maybe burst into tears the second they opened their mouth.
Villains shoulders dropped, suddenly not so menacing anymore. “Or at least, I thought we were on cloud nine.”
Another pause, because Hero didn’t have it in them to make the situation any worse.
They fidgeted as discreetly as they could with the hem of their coat, but Villain was a vigilant bastard and the action surely didn’t go unnoticed. They took a deep breath to calm themselves before they downed the rest of their fancy drink.
Nothing worth savouring when your mouth tasted like acid.
The alcohol didn’t do anything to fix that.
“Look, if you don’t feel the same way then that’s okay, I just…”
Hero finally turned to face the one they had fought so many times over. Recognizing every tell about them now as they wondered how they could’ve been so clueless before.
The scar on their cheek, from a nick Hero had gotten through their mask with a blade. Their familiar, piercing green eyes, just not as dark as before. The consistency in which they cleared their throat and tapped their cheek when in deep thought.
It was all so obvious.
So obvious it hurt. It hurt that their heart still couldn’t let go and it hurt that their head didn’t even want to make the choice to leave.
“I just thought we had something…”
You made me feel like we had something.
Was left unspoken.
Words not Villain nor Hero wanted to speak, even if it was the cold hearted truth.
In reality, Hero felt the same way. Villain made them feel special, even if only for a few hours of the night, but they truly felt connected. Bonded—if they dared.
But it wouldn’t work, it couldn’t work. Not with their history, not with their past. No matter how good it felt now, one of them would have to deceive the other in the end.
Forbidden love. Hero couldn’t stand it.
“We can’t be together. It wasn’t meant to be.”
For the first time in Hero’s life they saw disappointment flash across the villain’s face. Then with a small smile and a heavy breath, Villain took the first steps away.
my glorious blue-eyed king it's fine, plot moment or not. you are my human and i will never find another like you. it ain't the looks or the powers, it's just you.
With love, always and forever.
The promise of repetition
Is a weak peace of mind,
Dangling like the balance
Of rickshaws,
Shared one and two-ways
Derailing thoughts
To the station tracks for long
And then, and then
…
.
The promise of repitition
Is of no reprieve from
Moans of limbs
As you hung on the mountain, the
Little helper a rope on your waist
And with the stopper
Called friend,
A human;
A dog;
A cat;
A plant;
A memory;
A sentiment;
A friend;
.
…A person.
.
Repitition is of a phase—
Should be a phase,
For staying in limbo
Bears lightness
No person could take
Without risking all
For the sake of
Finding
A peace.
A Lullaby
Thank you. For the bottom of their heart, for existing.
.
But they do not say, for their tongue feels the weight of a star. A very whimsical, forgetful star. Such a thing it is they cannot catch it for longer than a second, and can only feel the sensation before it burns where they are cradled and goes far, far away.
Spaghetti
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I remember being of full, of it being
Sweet but not too much as it
Bursts nicely
In my mouth;
The long noodles of tomato
Sauce and
Meatballs,
Creamy cheese melted
And I’d eat, eat, eat,
Like I’m chugging something
Addictive
My lips was covered; red
And messy—
And I’d remembered being
Full that It’d ask “Spaghetti”
For my Birthday,
Ten years later after that
Memory
Describing Sweet Nothings
True to it
She was a form.
Subtle, gentle, and merely
A smooth, teasing
Motion.
.
She was beautiful,
For I see her
Eyes smilling in crescents
Or her nails were more deeper than
Her skin.
.
Juxtaposition to her tone
Her words clothed
In Red, pink, purple—a rainbow,
Colouring my thoughts
With its slow poison.
Muffled
On a wall so paper thin it’s visible, I see
Clobber sounds I imagine comes when people walk, their footsteps heavy or soft depending on the pits of rain,
Trees fluttering, the sounds of crackles coming in faint rumbles,
Like the grass beneath but perhaps the feeling or warmth and softness is more apparent than whatever things I hear from it.
.
The sound-out groans, it moans in whistles,
Reminding me that things I described are things
I cannot hear behind where I am.
.
Yet I can imagine the echos the wind makes
When people walk, the thud and clobber the sounds of their shoes would make
The pitter-patter of rain, distinct
Sound of the sharp stream a car going past, motors screeching I fell more in
Curses rather than calm.
.
On a wall so paper-thin it’s visible, I hear and
Think, pictures aboard,
The muffled sounds of what a wind would speak
Power
”How the mighty hath fallen.”
I said this to the man.
His body was adorned with gems
It looked pure alone, but under his they are lower than dirt.
.
Before me was the lord of the fief
Once I had idolized him
But that was before he robbed me of my family
And my feelings as a human being.
.
I thought that power could save me
So I picked up his post
Terrorizing the land
Orders and whip lashes
And finally, I gained what I need.
But now
Decades had passed
Jewellery clothed me
Maidens had been ravaged by me
The citizens’ smiles were sweet
Life is good
Yet my heart didn’t agree, laying only still.
.
Suddenly my vision became red
Voices came, but only from my mouth
It wasn’t words, it wasn’t pleads of beg or help—
but indescribable yelps.
.
Then I was laid on a wooden platform
A thin long metal loomed over me.
I looked at the people
Their faces still wore the same mask
.
Smiling but yet laced with contempt
And revenge.
.
I tilted up my head, my eyes following, as far as I can go.
.
I realized
Even with the behaviour they showed
And jeers whenever they opened their lips
I had felt nothing.
.
As if, ever since, nothing had changed.
.
”Oh how the mighty hath fallen.”
Then I felt myself disconnect.
I am Me
I am a contradicting, careless traveler
I wonder if I could ever relate to all living things
I hear tumbles and rumbles that makes me act on impulse
I see colours blending, shaping my world
I want to share my view of universe with my hands
Letting them see the diversity it has
I am a contradicting, careless traveller
I pretend to be predictable but in truth
I want to feel unpredictable
I touch my consciousness and see my deeper self
Worrying if my words are permanent or fake
I cry my confusion and regrets away to see my present reality
I am a contradicting, careless traveller
I understand that everything is connected
I say the world’s end is the beginning of life
I dream flickering images of my future
I try to see it all
And hope to grow
I am a contradicting, careless traveller
Humanity
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One day a void was struck, turning limitless blue—
Then land began to pile above
Dots started to appear, both in the air, the ground, and the sea, moving and alive Dots turned bigger, shifting into the tallest, the smallest, or between.
Ecosystem began.
But even with that, all things must come to an end.
Take an example, the dinosaur age. When they were the loudest to roar, the king of all, they were weak—
Atleast, to mother nature that is.
Mountains began to move and the lushes of fields disconnect—
And then they were gone, we came about, taking the crown of the king in our heads. So it made me think; isn’t this the circle of life?
You live, you die, that’s what I mean.
Sometimes you might get remembered if people like your work, sometimes you’re just one of the many without a name or have a part of a legacy.
Even then we’ll be someday extinct.
I mean something similar happened before right? The bronze age and such?
But still we continue to muse, we continue to invent, innovating as much as we could get from both in and out. Heck even space came about!
Why?
It’s because of faith. We believe and blindly persist even with the answer we have and I say this;
Why not just continue? Even with the knife on our neck?
I mean we lived for more than ten thousand years, molding the simple phrase Live then die to the complicated There’s more than meets the eye.
I mean what’s there to lose? Live, live without a linger to regret!
Domeville
She thought magic was a phony.
That is until she’s at the mercy of humanoid creatures with stitched body parts that belongs to creatures-not-human, crowding around her with curious gazes. Her skin prickled from the contact. She took a shallow breath as more gathered around her.
Black spots began to cover her sight. She felt a drop in her stomach.
Space I need space! She breathed again, more venomously— “Stop..” no one heard her though. Her throat tighten, “Stop! Please!” That gave some of them a reaction. One of them screeched. They flinched.
Everyone, including her, followed the sound. A black robe with a glowing pumpkin as a head, soundlessly looking at her as he spoke, “—“
She didn’t understand but neither did she care. She looked at it with pleading eyes. It nodded and continued speaking at the creatures. With unusual obedience they took a step back.
She took a mouthful of air, her throat dry. Her tense shoulders relaxed. Looking at the robe man she mouthed a reply before her eyes fluttered shut, “Thank you.”
She only heard faint murmures after that.
“It will take you when Domeville was the greatest clowns of halloween.”
She didn’t think her aunt was telling the truth.
Her eyes wandered at the time. It’s midnight. Standing at the clock she got as a present she waited.
Nothing happened.
With a low heart she went to bed, not noticing the rapidly ticking clock.
She looks at her surroundings, her eyes sharp. Wooden walls, old chimney, closed curtains, and sturdy mattress. The door only handful of feet apart.
Where am I?
A low tone interrupted her thoughts. “Did you forget?” She swirved her head to the sound, founding the robed man. “..No.” I didn’t hear him. He must’ve seen something from her face as he chuckles, “I have no feet.”
How did he—she looked at the ground where the robed man’s feet was supposed to be. Her heart faltered. There’s none.
This man’s dangerous.
“See?” He said.
“...”
“Not much of talker are you?”
She didn’t respond. The robed man sighed, gliding to the door, “Come here—It’s not anything bad,” He added quickly as she took a stance. “I just wanna show you something. You might like it.”
A paused before she followed, her body still cautious. We’ll see.
The door opens, momentarily mesmerizing her.
“Wha—“
Orange colored lights all over the village streets, the night empathizing it more, with simple pastries cluttering the tables, and animated humanoid creatures with excited looks. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted ghouls and spirits joining the fun.
Beside her, the pumpkin man turned to her as his eyes glowed, “Welcome Katy, to DomeVille Halloween!”
Fangs
The heat sizzles as the sun goes on the afternoon. Clouds absent, showing clear blues.
At the school’s roof stood a person no more older than 15, with white stained shirt accompanying blue shorts covering his knees. Along with an unhealthy shade of skin, his glassy grey eyes gaze towards the students working with their activities in a daze.
Clutching the green fence tight. Eyes covered. He bit his lip.
Do IT.
He clutched his head.
TheY deSeRvE IT.
He screeched. Not a sound a came out.
The voices kept booming in his mind, distracting him from the slam of the door.
He didn’t notice footsteps were approaching.
He didn’t notice they were holding a knife.
He didn’t notice the crazed glimmer directed at him.
He only notice a chuckle before his sight turned crimson red.
“Die.”
••••••••••
Knife clattered on the stone floor.
He gulped. The blood tasted sweet. It fits his taste.
He look at his once white shirt now bloodstained. Clicking his tongue, he muttered under his breath;
“How inconvenient.”
••••••••••
Question.
Is he human?
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It's just course,,,i'm really struggling with the names/nicknames that i have,,,nothing seems to fit.
this still only has like 1k views even though it’s a fucking masterpiece, so i’m posting it here because I’ve watched it like 10 times, seriously go check it out—
What IF #3: A little story that show how the “quintenssons” became the worst salesaliens.
If you want see it on Deviantart, you can!
My first animation I know it’s really short only 22 seconds actually. But I hope you guys like it anyway（´∀`）.
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