#bakugo katsuki x male reader

[reallyromealone]

Can you do a long fic where bakugou has a baby brother like maybe 2 years old?

Title: sibling bonding

Fandom:my hero Academia

Warnings: male reader, baby reader, fluff, big brother Bakugo, soft Bakugo

Notes: I can't promise a long fic as my fic lengths are based off of how much steam I have but ill write what I can

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Bakugo was happy to have the house mostly alone, his parents in Milan for two weeks he had off for a fashion show.

Why was he mostly alone?

Well they couldn't take his little brother, the two year old didn't do planes well and it was just easier to find a sitter or let him stay with someone for the time, usually their aunty. "Uh-oh" (name) said as he dropped his sippy cup carefully lifting it back up before wandering to his brother "ka!" He said happily as he climbed onto the couch "what squirt?" Katsuki said to the young tot who looked at his phone "what do?" He asked as Katsuki got notifications from discord "I'm texting a few friends, they're coming to visit later for a movie" he was always so soft with his brother, sure he was loud as the rest of his family but his baby brother took more after their dad so he always tried to be gentle.

"Oovee?" He asked curiously and Katsuki nodded "yeah a movie, we gotta get some snacks for you and me before it" he said to the boy who smiled "cake!" "No cake but we can get you a cake pop when we get our walk home drink" Katsuki knew how to compromise with the boy who clapped his hands excitedly.

Katsuki helped (name) put on his shoes before putting him on his shoulders, it was easier to do than hold his hands and (name) got to have fun.

The two went to the convenience store as (name) pointed to various snacks, Katsuki having to hinder the boy with the fact he wanted /everything/ the store had to offer but did compromise with some ice cream and little treats for after dinner and such.

"Cake!" (Name) was absolutely thrilled when Katsuki handed him a cake pop, the teen holding the snacks with one hand and had (name) on his hip as they walked home, (name) eating his treat contently, the boy taking a sip from their drink occasionally.

(Name) loved helping his brother, the tot getting to help put things together for the hang out "you get to watch a movie then it's bath time alright?" Katsuki said to his brother who did a little dance before running off to go play with his toys 'weird kid' Katsuki thought fondly as he finished prep.

"YOOOO BAKUBRO!" Kirishima said as he and a few other classmates entered the Bakugo house, Kaminari whistling at how nice it was inside "whose ready to paaaarty!" Mina said as her, ochaco and Momo came inside with snacks "let's watch some scary...shoopuff" mina halted when she saw the two year old in Katsukis arms, little (name) looking curious but recognized Kirishima from a few visits "little man!" Kirishima ran and grabbed the boy and lifted him "what's up!"

"Hiiii!"

"Whose the kid?" Kaminari asked as (name) spoke nonsense to Kirishima but it was probably his day if any context about "walk" and "cake pop" were to go off of "that's my brother" Katsuki said gruffly, a slight glare on his face as his friends looked at the babe curiously.

During the movie, the teens would notice Bakugo would be soft with the boy even when he scolded him "oi, leave that alone" "but you're smelly!" (Name) argued back, holding a book in his hands "put it down and park your ass and watch the movie or its night time" Bakugo said to his brother who huffed but complied "you're not my favorite brother anymore!"

"Ah? And who is?"

"Dad!"

The movie went on well, the group putting on a hero movie and before they knew it, it was (name)s bath time "bubububbub!" (Name) was pleased with the bubbles as he played with his toys, his older brother working around him to wash him "head back" the teen said gruffly as he put a visor on the boys forehead and rinced out the shampoo before repeating it with the conditioner "kaa! Ducky!" The boy squirted some water at his brother who rolled his eyes "wanna see something cool?" He asked his little brother who looked curious "ya!'

Katsuki put his hand in the water and activated his quirk, just enough to give a jacuzzi affect "whoa!" The boy said excitedly as Katsuki pulled his hand out "now, out ya go!"

"Nooo!"

"None of that! Come on, let's brush your fucking teeth and get you to bed brat"

(Name) cuddled into his brothers shoulder as he wore his fuzzy pajamas, the other teens waving him goodnight as Katsuki brought him to his bedroom and tucked him into bed "hah? What's this?" Katsuki held up a small handmade plush of him in his hero suit "Die'ite!" (Name) grabbed the plush and Katsuki felt a small smile creep on his face as his little brother hugged the toy "he a hero you like?"

"He's the bestest!"

#bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo katsuki x male reader #bakugo x male reader #male reader #x male reader #child reader #baby reader #anime x male reader #anime x reader

[reveseke]

Headbutting bakugo feat. Bakusquad

PT. Headbutting Bakugo feat. Bakusquad. PT end

Mini headcanons about it. I just thought it was a cute idea lol.

Nonbinary!reader in general, second pov you/your & trans ftm friendly.

CW ... Just headbutting mentions, nothing more. | Fluff & affection | hint or reader being shy

DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs

It started as an accidental gesture between the two of you as you grew comfortable with him even if he was sometimes imposing and scary in general. The only explanation you could give people question it was that it was your way of showing something that you couldn't describe deeply or, to your mind, correctly in words.

A language of love and affection one could say. Of course you did start doing it after a year or two of knowing him and his boundaries. Katsuki wasn't a big one for physical touch after all, but the brief and soft bump of a head against his arm or shoulder wasn't much he found annoying.

Although when more and more people questioned you about it, you started to doubt it. Questioning him about it to get reassurance of it being alright.

Growing more comfortable he started eventually doing it back, sometimes even against your head or cheek if you allowed him.

The squad noticed these brief interactions of course, they didn't question it. It was just declared R's way of affection, that's all. Well that was until you started doing it to the whole squad. Albeit being really careful about it and asking if it was alright.

They didn't mind of course. And it slowly started to become a reoccurring thing that they would let you headbutt them whenever you felt like it and do it back to you.

#bnha x male reader #bnha x nonbinary reader #bakugo katsuki x male reader #bakugo katsuki x nb reader #hanta sero x reader #kaminari denki x reader #mina ashido x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #male reader #nonbinary reader #masc reader #trans reader #ftm reader #the urge to #the urge to headbutt my crush or/and friends' shoulders bc i wanna show them my appreciation #but i'm personally too shy to do it #Fandom : BNHA

[enbyenvy666]

happy birthday?

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

a little birthday fluff for the great explosion murder god <3

CONTENT WARNINGS - aged up!Bakugo x GN!Reader, cooking accidents (cutting and hitting hand with a meat tenderizer, almost setting kitchen on fire), minor flooding, no beta we die like men w/c - 1.1k

Katsuki wasn’t a fan of his birthday, he just didn’t care for it. Growing up, his parents would force him to go out to dinner with his family, seeing aunts and uncles he didn’t like, bratty little cousins that screamed through dinner and wiping his grandma’s gaudy lipstick off his cheek. He hated pretending to appreciate the presents they gave him, even though the gifts made it clear his family knew nothing about him. Kamui Woods socks, really Pop?

“I just want a night in with my partner, a’right?” He said when you asked him what he wanted to do this year. You were going to make it the best night in ever then. Spicy chicken katsudon for dinner (his favourite), purin for dessert (another favourite), and while you were making it all, he would be relaxing in the bath you had made for him, and after you had eaten, you were going to cuddle on the couch watching his favourite movies. It was going to be perfect.

But you were held back at work, taking away crucial hours needed to cook. Compromising by buying the purin instead of making it, you were stuck behind an older woman who insisted on paying for her groceries with loose change, counting them out loud as she placed each coin on the counter. Then you were caught in stand-still traffic after finally getting out of the store. While debating slamming your head through the windshield, hoping it would wake you up from this nightmare, your phone rang. 

“Happy Birthday Kats!” you called cheerily as if you weren’t experiencing living hell at that moment. 

“Thanks, baby,” he replied, sounding despondent. Your brow furrowed, staring down at your phone with concern as if the picture of him on the screen could see you.

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah just… rough day. I’ll be home early ‘kay? Can’t stand another second reading through paperwork,” he grumbled, and you could almost hear his deep scowl. Your stomach dropped when you realised that meant you had even less time to prepare for his magical evening, but traffic was starting to clear, giving you a glimmer of hope. 

“Of course baby, I’ll see you soon!” You legally raced home, barely giving yourself a moment before rushing to the bathroom and turning on the water. Running to the kitchen next, you tied an apron over your work clothes and began cooking. Your decision to make everything from scratch was, at the time, fueled by love, but now you were regretting it. Even the garlic had to be crushed by hand. Of course, more things had to go wrong though, a slip with a knife and a mash with the tenderizer, leaving your hand bleeding and bruised. Slapping the cutlet into the pan, you sighed- oh shit! The bath!

Running upstairs, you saw the water creeping into the hallway. Turning the water off and fetching a mop, you quickly started soaking up the mess. You filled up a whole bucket but not even half of the water was soaked up. Tipping the water into the now empty tub, the scent of smoke peaked over the damp smell of the bathroom. Sprinting downstairs, your wet socks made you slip as you rounded a corner, elbow smacking into the hard floor. Tingles shot up into your fingers as you hit your funny bone, but you had to ignore it along with the ache that accompanied it as you scrambled to your feet again. 

The kitchen wasn’t ablaze, thankfully, but a concerning amount of smoke was rising from the pan. Sliding it off the burner didn’t do much, so you flipped the cutlet to get some heat off of it, to reveal not only the charred chicken breast but more smoke quickly rose from it. At the worst possible moment, the smoking alarm began blaring, the ringing piercing your eardrums. With shouts of frustration and calls for the device to shut up, you grabbed a teatowel and waved it in the air around the alarm. You were too short to reach the button to turn it off, but maybe if you got a broom or a mop- the bathroom! 

In your panic of trying to decide whether to clear the smoke or to continue to mop the bathroom and hope the fire alarm would eventually tire itself out, the front door opened. With a clear look into the kitchen, Katsuki stood in the doorway, a briefcase containing his hero costume in one hand, grenade gauntlets in the other, watching you run around while waving a towel over your head. Your work clothes were unkempt, your hair a mess, a bandage on your hand and your soaked socks were leaving wet footprints on the floor.

When your gaze finally caught his, your shoulders slumped in defeat and the alarm stopped ringing as the opened door allowed smoke to escape. He dropped his stuff to the floor, taking slow steps towards the kitchen. You didn’t notice him cracking a smile as you looked at the disaster around you. Not wanting him to see your failure throughout the kitchen, you met him halfway. 

“I’m so sorry Katsuki, I tried making katsudon but I burnt the chicken because I flooded the bathroom, and I had to buy the purin from the store because I didn’t have time to make it, and I know the gelatin one isn’t your favourite but it was all they had-” your ramble ceased when you heard the blonde hero begin to chuckle. Maybe it was because of the tears that brimmed your eyes, but his smile had him glowing. It was a sight you rarely got to see, his genuine laugh something you rarely heard, but both were beautiful. He reached for you, his strong hands on your waist, fingers digging into your sides as he tried to hold back his laughter. 

“It’s okay, idiot,” he snickered as he pulled you into a hug. Your arms quickly wrapped around him, squeezing him close, almost sobbing into his chest.  “‘m just happy to come home t’ you.”

“I didn’t ruin your birthday, did I?” You asked quietly with a sniffle, almost afraid of the answer. 

“Of course not,” he tsked, pulling back to look down at you as he still held you in his arms. Your palms lay flat on his chest, feeling his heartbeat steadily under your palm. 

“Let’s order in instead, how’s Italian sound?” 

“Great,” you sighed in relief. Katsuki’s soft palm cupped your cheek, thumb soothingly stroking the stressed bag under your eye. After a soft but quick kiss, he took your hand, squeezing it as his gorgeous smile morphed into his usual handsome smirk. 

“Let’s go clean up that bathroom. And how about we leave the cooking to me from now on eh?”

#reader is lowkey neurodivergent coded #because the author is lmao #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x gn reader #bakugo katsuki x male reader #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x gn reader #happy birthday #bnha x gn!reader #bakugo x gn!reader

[seretoningghost]

Bakugo Katsuki x Male Reader

Warnings : Light Angst with a happy ending

Their all pro hero's now.

Y/Ns quirk is gasoline sweat.

They sweat gasoline from their palms, however the gasoline turns to water when Y/N gets over 100 feet from it or if it's 1 hour old.

He can throw it and catch it on fire, so its not exactly a explosion. A explosion of fire - perhaps - but not a explosion.

Its way easier for Y/N to ignite it when its landed upon something, but he can ignite it mid air - its just much more difficult and taxing so he doesn't do it so much.

:)

THIRD PERSON POV

"Two hero's, two names, but practically synonymous with eachother! Both graduates of MHA, the biggest hero course in all of Japan, are here today, on our show! They've saved hundreds of lives together, stopped almost as many villains!"

"They team up almost everytime and run their own agency together! Welcome the couple heroes!... Bakugo and Y/N!!" The host happily announced.

Bakugo and Y/N walking out on stage in their full hero costumes - Y/N smiling and waving at the studio audience whom were clapping for the duo.

The two sitting down on the couch near the host.

After a little bit of banter and questions a particular question arose.

"So, many of your fans really want to know - your a couple, work together, run a hero agency together, how come you two don't share the same hero name?"

Y/N chuckled happily, Bakugo seeming unamuzed by the question.

"Well, that was Bakugo's decision actually... He got attached to his hero name - I was willing to ditch mine and share his but.. Well, despite working close together Bakugo didnt want one of us to work on a case without the other and get called "Half of", so we go by seperate names." Y/N grinned.

...

...

A hand with blood dripping down it could be seen laying limp atop the rubble, tattered costumal bandages running up the arm.

The dusty building rubble was surrounded by flames, the person's hand was scraped and dirtied - hardly visible through the surrounding fire.

A single shiny band of gold could be seen gleeming upon their ring finger.

...

...

"We're two people, no matter how close we work together we're seperate hero's with two unique quirks." Bakugo stated.

"I think it's just because of how Bakugo didnt like me in highschool, since our quirks were so similar we got compared to eachother a lot and even were asked to do the same moves as the other." Y/N added.

"Oh? You mean romance wasn't instant?"

"Oh no. Not at all. Bakugo really hated getting compared to me. So I suppose that drove a wedge between us." Y/N chuckled.

"Oh so Bakugo yelled and cursed at you often in his usual fashion?" The host giggled at that idea.

Y/N nodded with a smile.

"Almost just like how the camera's can sometimes see Bakugo yelling at me after cases, except he isn't yelling at me about what we should get for lunch."

"So, you and Bakugo are still just boyfriends as of yet?"

Y/N smiled widely.

"Yes, we are, me and Bakugo think its a bit silly to put titles on our relationship, but we do have relationship rings." Y/N beamed.

"May we see the rings?"

Y/N grinned practically from ear to ear, and held up his hand - the camera zooming in on it.

"C'mon! Show them yours!" Y/N urged happily as he full body nudged Bakugo's side.

Bakugo raised his hand up next to Y/N's, they both wore matching plain gold bands.

"Their not much but I don't exactly care for gems.." Bakugo admitted a bit sheepish.

"But their engraved inside." Bakugo added.

"Could you care to share with us whats engraved inside?"

...

...

The fire crackled loudly, people were coughing and crying, paramedic lights flashed as they treated and loaded people into ambulances.

But all Bakugo could hear as he ran up to 30 feet from the scene was the fire.

As Bakugo froze in place he stared, his heart pounding loudly in his chest as his body went cold.

His body broke out in a cold sweat, and for a minute even though he wanted to he couldn't move his body.

Then suddenly in a burst Bakugo began running faster than he ever had, directly towards the fire and rubble.

Loud dry panting, hot crackling fire, his chest ice cold.

Tears streaming down his face.

Bakugo desperately and frantically looked around, then he saw a hand and arm laying limply atop the rubble.

And the toe of a familiar white boot sticking out from the rubble.

Bakugo ran over, crouched down and began frantically digging.

Flinging rubble left and right, loudly crying.

...

...

"We'd rather not, their personal." Bakugo stated.

Y/N chuckled, hugging Bakugo from the side.

"Granted their a little silly, but their very sincere and personal to us." Y/N laughed.

"SILLY??!??" Bakugo questioned as he looked at Y/N astonished.

Y/N began laughing loudly.

...

...

Flinging rubble frantically behind himself Bakugo stopped, his back slowly straightening as tears fell like a waterfall from his cheeks.

His mouth hung open, his eyes wide.

There, in the rubble - head tilted back - blood both running down their face and up into their hair - face petrified in fear - was Y/N.

His eyes were closed, mouth wide open, blood dripping everywhere.

Y/N had visible serious burns running up his right arm, stopping at about his elbow - the burns running up his shoulder and a bit of his neck - his right cheek also a bit burned.

Bakugo had uncovered most of Y/N's upper torso - and then his face.

Bakugo lunged to caudle Y/N's head - but flinched, then paused, for some reason deciding against it.

He stared silently for a second, his body cold despite the fire around him.

Cold sweat dripping down his body, then he began to uncovered Y/Ns chest.

If Y/N was still breathing he would need this.

Quickly Bakugo worked his way down Y/N's body, uncovering him.

Bakugo was uncovering Y/N's shoes when the rescue team finally arrived.

Bakugo almost wanted to lunge out at them and keep them away from him as they crowded around Bakugo.

But Bakugo froze again, the men putting Y/N on a stretcher and taking him to a ambulance.

Bakugo took a second but he stood, running after them, intending to go with them to the hospital.

...

...

"Late last night there was a villain attack of firery orgin, of which the villain held a small apartment building hostage - and when the hero Y/N tried to save the inhabitants, the villain chose to destroy the building."

"Y/N was the only one to arrive on scene when the incident took place - he snuck in through a back window and began to quietly help the citizens leave the building. The villain found this out just before Y/N had escorted the last of them out - and collapsed a corner of the building with immense fire."

"Y/N was able to get the last family out of the way of the falling building - but in doing so became victim to the travesty."

Then the news reel cut to a helicopter footage of the rubble, Y/Ns hand barely even visible.

"His hero partner - and boyfriend being able to arrive on scene soon after the events."

Then it could be seen - Bakugo running onto scene frantically, then beginning to dig.

"The villain unfortunately was not caught by the following authorities who arrived on scene.. And Y/N is now making a slow recovery at the hospital.. The hospital has yet to disclose his status, but we have been informed that he has entered a coma.."

...

...

Bakugo held a bouquet of flowers tightly in his hands, his head pressed against the glass wall of Y/N's room.

Bakugo stood, his feet ached and screamed for movement - sitting - anything... But Bakugo didnt care about the pounding in his feet..

He brought a bouquet of flowers to brighten Y/N's room - hoping he would be in a more stable condition.

But Bakugo was told by the nurses that flowers aren't allowed in his room.

Bakugo's brown scarf untied, revealing the plain silver chain he wore - with Y/Ns ring upon it.

His ring had to be removed for safety reasons.

...

...

Far off crying, coughing, crutches creaking, wheelchair static wheels rolling over the floor with their tread.

Y/N's heart monitor beeping steadily.

...

IV drips, whimpering, farther away mumbling, labored breathing.

...

Y/Ns labored breath, he was finally able to breath without a oxegyn pump now - but his nose whistled and his throat sounded dry.

...

Clean bandages wrapped his face, scars could still be seen running out from under his bandages in spots.

Clean unmoven blanket, saleen drip - but not a stir from Y/N. Not a wince from the sting, not a shudder from the idea.

..

Ammonia. Bleach. It was too clean smelling, it burnt Bakugo's nose.

At first it made his eyes water and his nose scrunch, but now he just ignored it...

The floor was too clean... Too tidy.. Too squeaky when he walked or shifted...

...

At times Bakugo hated it, because it reminded him about Y/N's condition..

Y/N had a rather bad head injury, he had three broken ribs, another cracked...

Y/N's burns would be permanent, and wouldn't fade a whole lot, but the one on his face would fade a bit more than the others.

They told him that there wouldn't be serious nerve damage, just a bit of temporary damage.

Bakugo's head slid down the glass, tears falling from his face.

"Y/N.... Please get better.... I.... I need you to get better... I can't do this on my own...." Bakugo mumbled.

Bakugo stayed silent for a minute, listening to Y/N's heart monitor.

"I miss you...." Bakugo barely whimpered, his throat ached..

"I... was too late.... I could have helped... If only I had stayed with you on our last case....... But... The police needed my help and... and..." Bakugo sniffed.

Then after a bit Bakugo sniffed loudly, and rubbed his sleeve across his eyes.

Pausing and then rubbing his arm over his eyes rougher.

His eyes were already sore with how much he had rubbed them.

"I love you... You damn idiot..." Bakugo mumbled the engraving on Y/N's ring, clutching it tight to his chest.

....

It had been several weeks, and everyday Bakugo came to the hospital and sat..

Usually crying, no longer even being in the mental state to cringe at his surroundings.

Y/N was still in a coma.

But the doctors said his condition was getting more and more stable, slowly.

Buisness in Bakugo and Y/Ns agency went stagnant.

Y/N's condition still wasn't released to the public.

Most believed in Y/N's recovery..

Y/N getting seriously injured - many wondered if either would ever return.

Bakugo practically went off the map.

Bakugo didnt make statements, no appearances, nothing.

...

...

Bakugo had his head on the glass, his hair a mess.

Big bags under his eyes, his throat hoarse, and his clothes threw on shabily.

Then a quiet knock came from the door.

"Mr. Bakugo?" A doctor's voice called as they openned the door, peering in.

They almost thought Bakugo might be asleep.

But then Bakugo took a big deep breath, and exhaled, sitting up a bit more.

"Mr Bakugo... Your boyfriend is becoming more stable, it is very likely he will-"

"He hasn't woken up... Not once... Not even for a second...." Bakugo finished.

Bakugo held back tears.

His unamuzed face said it all, his body looking abused and neglected - it was obvious... Even from behind.

The doctor stood silent, looking over Bakugo's slumped form.

Before turning and leaving, the door softly clicking behind him.

Bakugo made no noise, just quietly cried.. Before his shoulders heaved and he sniffled loudly.

Tears pittering away at the floor quietly as they flooded.

"I miss you damnit..." Bakugo growled.

Then he heard a slightly off inhale, followed by a soft... "Bakugo..?".

...

Bakugo threw a punch.

"Try that." He grumpily retorted, punching the training dummy.

Y/N mimicked it, not landing it exactly the same.

Y/N grinned wide and laughed loudly when Bakugo growled.

Y/N rolling his shoulder - he had just gotten out of all his casts, and finished his physical therapy.

Thankfully his body healed quicker than most as a weird effect of his quirk.

That and a few breif uses of recovery girls quirk.

Bakugo tried to hold back, but was borderline yelling as he demonstrated the move again to Y/N.

Deku, Kirishima, and Denki watched nervously - unsure if that was good bedside manner.

The rest of Class 1-A - who were all gathered for a friend training sesh.

Everyone else peered over every now and then - but they knew it wasn't anything Y/N couldnt handle.

It was Y/N after all, and he was always notoriously tough.

Y/N smiled ear from ear lovingly, all the while getting yelled at from his overprotective boyfriend.

.....

This one sat in my drafts for a whillleeeee.... Ik its not like me, I know.

But I reeeeallly liked the sound and environment based detail focus I did, and it really has inspired me to put more sound and environment themed stuff in my fics to make it spicier.

This one of course focuses more on the drama than anything, I know this one wont be so popular but I like it and having it out the way with a few tweaks feels nice.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #x male reader #Bakugo Katsuki #Bakugo Katsuki x Male Reader

[grwnsz]

bad days [bakugo katsuki x m!reader]

tws : failing, small mental breakdown, overthinking, stress

context : m/n aizawa's son and alrdy in a relationship w bk

-> what happens when m/n has a bad day and how bk helps :)

School was very stressful for you these past weeks. With midterm exams coming up, your father expects a lot from you academic wise and also performance wise (for the hero aspect of the exams). With the competitiveness of Class 1-A, everyone is trying their best to exceed expectations and outperform each other. The stress and never-ending pressure everything is giving you is suffocating you from the inside. The goals you've set for yourself now seems so far away. You were losing sleep from staying up late all night studying, forgetting to eat, drinking minimal water. You were losing awareness in your surroundings.

Soon you lost sight of yourself. Who are you? What is your purpose? You were so tired. So drained from trying to reach everyone's expectation of you.

After a long hard day of school and only surviving on caffeine and a 15 minute power nap, you were off to training at the Class 1-A designated gym. That was your current routine. Wake up, school, training, study, nap, repeat. On the way, you were stopped by your father. Aizawa.

He forcefully grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you around. Shocked by the sudden movements, you felt the room spin as you snapped back into reality.

"You're starting to look more like me by the day," He joked about the heavy undereye bags you developed.

You chuckled nervously at his comment as he furrowed his brows at your condition, "Are you doing alright? Your actions are sluggish and your reactions are slow. Would you perform and pass the hero exam?"

His words may seem caring and concerned from a parent's perspective, but those words felt like stone that piled onto your back, adding to the already overfilling stress and pressure you have been harbouring since weeks ago.

"Yea...I'm fine," You paused, trying to control your shaky voice, "Just had a bad sleep...um...I...have training,"

Swiftly, without letting Aizawa get another word in you turned and ran out of his sight. Holding back a small cry, you ran towards the gym. Your mind spinning.

"Sluggish"

"Slow"

"Failure"

"Disappointment"

Words kept flashing through your mind as you finally reached the entrance of the gym.

Feeling all the stress and pressure you've been holding back from destroying you inside, hit you like a giant wave. It was heavy, it was painful and exhausting.

Tears, one by one, came sliding down your face until it was just a stream of water. Your legs gave out as you just sat on the lush green grass crying your heart out. Releasing all the pressure you've been feeling.

As you cried and wailed the feelings you've been trying so hard to keep at bay, locked in the back of your mind, you felt a pair of hands wrapped themselves around you. You felt warmth in this moment of darkness. You opened your reddened and puffy eyes to see fluffy blonde hair. A familiar, calming scent filled your nose as you hiccuped from the vigorous crying session.

"Bakugo?" He had engulfed you in a hug and lifted you into a more comfortable position. His arms wrapped around your neck, with you sat atop of his crossed legs. You hugged him tightly with your face snuggled in the crook of his neck.

He hummed the tune of your favourite song to help you calm down. However, that only made you start crying more. How appreciative you were to have such a kind and wonderful person in your life.

"You're okay," He whispered softly in an attempt to stop you from bawling your eyes out. No matter how tough he pretends to be on the outside, to watch the person he cherishes the most, breakdown and cry out so agonisingly, it was like torture.

With small, gently pats and soft humming of your favourite song, you slowly captured your breaths and your tears started to decrease. You blinked your tired and worn out eyes to get out the rest of your tears and relaxed your tensed body into the arms of him.

"I'm sorry," You hiccuped and wiped the remaining tears off your face.

"For what? You have nothing to be sorry about," He said and lifted you up.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked as you snuggle into him.

"No...not right now," He was one of the last person you wanted to share the pilled up emotions you've been feeling. With his competitve personality and just how strong he is, you would sometimes feel inferior to him. But knowing how understanding he could be sometimes, you decided it's best if you shared the reason behind your breakdown sometime else.

"K...I'll be here whenever you're ready," He said as he carried you back to your dorm.

"I'm going to help you change and tuck you into bed. I'm going to leave to go make you some dinner ok? Don't you fucking get out of that goddamn bed you probably haven't touched in like ten years. I'll order some of your [fav drink] and make [fav dish]. You're going to finish all of it. Not a single goddamn crumb left. Understood?" He plopped you down onto your bed. You nodded and sniffed.

"Good, after that we can cuddle up and watch [fav movie]...might as well clean your fucking room while you eat...jesus christ my guy?! How do you find your clothes in this shit?! You know what! Come with me!" He exploded, despite his violent outburst he gently (yet still aggressively) picked you back up, slammed your door and headed to his room instead.

He gently sat you down in his soft and clean bed as you watched him swing open his closet and (aggressively) open his drawers, picking out a shirt and some pants for you. You watched him decide on the perfect pair of pants and perfect shirt for you to wear while also wondering how the hell is his closet still intact.

He placed the folded clothes on the side of the bed and looked at you for permission. You sniffed and slightly nod to give him the a-okay on helping you undress. You sat like a child as he unbuttoned your shirt, Your heart melted at the gentleness of his actions. Making sure his fingers don't make contact with your skin even if you gave him permission he still didn't want to overstep any boundaries and make you uncomfortable. He slipped off your shirt and grabbed his iconic skull t-shirt.

"Up," He ordered and you raised your arms. He slipped it on. His shirt was soft and smelled really nice (just like him).

"Here, change," He handed you a pair of his boxers and turned around. You changed your underwear and tugged at his shirt to let him know you were done, having no voice left.

A giant smirk appeared on his face as he picked you up with ease. Placing you in the middle of his bed and surrounded you with pillows. Tucking you in and switching on his TV, he put on one of your favourite movies of all time and gave you some [fav snack] to snack on while you watched.

"I'll be back in a bit, don't you dare fucking cry again. You're the best human being on earth and I don't give a shit what anyone says, you're enough...fuck I'm not good at this consoling shit! You get what I mean right?! Fucking hell, this shit's embarrassing! I'm going to go make dinner!" He awkwardly scurried out of the room. Your heart felt full. All the pressure and stress was gone and the heavy feeling in your chest disappeared. You felt at ease and so comfortable and peaceful. With [fav movie] playing in the background, you slowly fell into some well deserved sleep.

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[godlyaffection]

Hello!!! Can I ask for the 4th prompt with bakugo? Male reader <333

“Have you been taking my shirts?”

You had barely gotten the door open before your boyfriend spoke. He was standing in your doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He looked pretty annoyed, but that was normal for Bakugo, it was just something you had gotten use to by being his boyfriend.

“Hello to you too.”

He rolled his eyes at you and pushed his way into your room. You shook your head at him and closed the door. He was a welcome guest in your room, but he didn’t have to be so pushy.

“So did you?” He asked looking around your room.

“Did I what?”

He scoffed at you, not amused by you playing dumb. You knew exactly what he was talking about, and there was no way you were going to admit to it of your own free will.

“You know exactly what i’m talking about, I know you’re a dumbass but don’t act stupid.”

You shrugged, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. Bakugo narrowed his eyes at you. His eyes locked on a bag you had left in the floor and you knew you had been caught.

Bakugo opened the bag before you could come up with a good reason for him not to.

“So that is where my shirts went.”

You huffed at him, falling back into your bed. If you hadn’t been so focused on studying your ceiling you would have noticed Bakugo rolling his eyes at you.

“If you wanted one of my shirts you could’ve just asked, but you didn’t have to take half of my shirts.”

You stayed quiet, only turning to Bakugo when he sat next to you. The bag was in his hands and he sat it by his feet before he laid down next to you.

“I’ll let you keep one. But only one.”

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[sangwooooh]

The beginning of an unlikely duo

Part 2

kind of what happens in this part: Things take a turn when (m/n) realizes that Mitsuki indeed loves to talk, especially about him and to Katsuki of all people.

warnings: don’t really know; I guess bits and pieces of family drama; mentions of getting high; Katsuki (he’s not as much of a firecracker in this one, but still)

“(M/n), what are you doing in my room?” There is a look of surprise on Katsuki’s face, but not for long as it soon falls into one of well nothing really. His face looks almost relaxed, but in a controlled and unnatural way. “That old hag told you to wait here, didn’t she?”

His voice was weirdly calm. From the words of Mitsuki herself, her son was hardly calm. Did something happen?

It’s so weird how life works. (M/n) knows him. He knows Katsuki so well due to Mitsuki —at least he thinks he does— and he can feel that something isn’t right because, again, he knows Katsuki without actually knowing him.

“…yeah.” (M/n) glances at the blonde in front of him, then to the side, then at Katsuki again in a game of hesitation, “Listen… I should probably leave now, right?”

Katsuki stares at him blankly, betraying no feelings on his behalf, “You do whatever the fuck you wanna do.”

(M/n) squints his eyes at the boy in front of him for a short second, “O…kay.” Whatever.

He heads for the door, almost stumbling on his own feet. He doesn’t really want to leave. There is nothing waiting for him back home. Well…. There is, but not in the way that he would wish. There is a reason he is here to begin with. In no way would have Mitsuki been able to force him to stay a little bit longer, even with all her lung power, were (m/n) to want to leave. He is incredibly lonely at home. His parents aren’t home yet, gone at work, and the only company he had is his hamster, Alexander Hamsterton. After a while, that gets a bit boring. And even if he doesn’t really want to stay here either, these days it’s much better than being alone.

As his hand rests on the door handle, (m/n) turns back to look at Katsuki who is already lying down in his bed. The blonde looks unbothered by (m/n)’s still presence in his room.

Is he really doing this?

Yes he is.

The hand that covers Katsuki’s eyes moves to the side as the boy opens his eyes to look at what disturbs him, even though he can already guess. The bed dips slightly at Katsuki’s legs with the weight of (m/n)’s body.

It is a curious situation and the both of them know it. The both of them know each other and they feel at ease next to one another, having met only once. Stories indeed can bring feelings to life.

“She talks about you. A lot.” Katsuki breaks the silence, (m/n)’s head snapping towards the boy almost dizzying. He did not expect that. “Must’ve done something right.” The blonde continues.

Not wanting to let Katsuki do all the talking and feeling strange just letting that information float in the air he speaks, “um….” (M/n) averts his eyes, focusing on his fidgeting fingers —he tried to stop himself, but oh well — “She talks about you too.” He attempts to shrug it off and not give the new information that much importance. At least he tries to make it look that way because on the inside he is close to freaking out. Mitsuki really talked about him to her son? (M/n) doesn’t know, like any other time his neighbor says something remotely flammable, if he should thank her or not.

Again, as he has told himself many times, actually starting a conversation and possibly getting to know Katzuki is most probably going to ruin what image (m/n)’s heart has of the boy and he doesn’t want that. Better to be in love with a mirage—did he seriously just think that — than to be disappointed by the cold reality. Truthfully, (m/n) has never been in love, but he thinks this is how it should feel.

“I figured.” Katsuki sits up, rubbing his eyes as if trying to cast away what troubled him. By the looks of it, it didn’t work.

“…” (m/n) doesn’t really know what else to say. How do you even have a conversation with someone you only talked with in a world far far away from the real one. You don’t. At least he didn’t want to. But now here he is.

“Are you gonna leave or what? Don't you have a hamster to feed or something?” Katsuki’s eyes are like deep, crimson pools as they lock eyes. (M/n) feels lost in them and their intensity. He somehow is certain of the fact that the blonde is not even trying to do this to him, but (m/n) can’t help feeling affected. It’s a strange thing to experience and hard to explain. (M/n) wouldn’t say that it’s like getting high in the bathtub, but it is similar for some reason. Seeing Katsuki in real life, with his eyes and his soft looking lips and his whole being that seems so tense, it is about as close to getting high in his bathroom in an attempt to get away as it gets.

“…what?” (M/n) is confused for a second, forgetting what Katsuki even said. Not for long as his eyes widen and panic settles in at the thought of possibly intruding and certainly embarrassing himself. Didn’t Katsuki say he can do whatever he wants? Guess not, “I mean yes. Of course. I am. Leaving.” He gets up from Katsuki’s soft bed, letting go of the covers he started gripping a short while ago. “Bye.” He says quickly and dares to glance back at the blonde with striking crimson eyes only once. Katsuki is still looking at him with that unnatural blankness.

(M/n) leaves before he has another chance to stammer out something that might bring him further embarrassment.

He says a quick ‘have a great day’ to Mitsuki, getting a ‘see you tomorrow’ back, and is gone out the door.

Alexander Hamsterton stares (m/n) down when he enters his room, munching on whatever something green he decided on.

“Stop judging me.” (M/n) glares at his unspeaking friend. Said friend is not even slightly bothered, choosing to ignore the boy in favor of staring at something else more important.

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[madamsommed]

I was just thinking about Bakugou in the Doctor's office with his mother and the doctor suddenly asks how often he has sex.

SUGGESTIVE? (there's no smut but still)

Bakugou doesn't like doctors at all. Whether it's the ones at the hospital or the general practitioners. He finds them obnoxious and nosey. The only reason he sees them is when he's been hurt in battle or when his loving mother forces him to go.

"Why are we here?" Katsuki groans slouching arms folded in the passenger seat of the nice car he bought for his mom.

"Because you haven't gone for a check-up once this year." Mitsuki says stuffing her sunglasses into her already full bag of lord knows what.

"Because I'm fine and I would know that."

-

His scowl only deepens as he walks into the smell of medicine flowing in the air of the building. Though he feels better when he finds out he doesn't have to wait and his mother was kind enough to book an appointment.

Unwillingly scurrying off quickly when he sees a fangirl squeal and stand up assuming to ask for a picture.

And for a second he thinks it's not that bad and things will go smoothly until the doctor starts asking all sorts of questions that he's sure aren't relevant at all.

He answers them all quite well until the doctor questions his sex life. And honestly, he was gonna answer in confidence without a second thought until he remembered his mother was sitting right next to him.

"So how often do you have sex?" The doctor asks without an ounce of embarrassment in his voice but then again he probably asks this question often.

"Well uh-"

He cuts himself off and just sits there frozen suddenly uncomfortable with all eyes in the room being on him. Regretting all his choices leading up to this moment.

"I don't- I don't think that's relevant.. at all."

The doctor only chuckles suddenly also uncomfortable with the energy in the room.

"Well uh.. considering the situation it is but would you like mom to step out of the room?"

And he doesn't answer just shrugs his shoulders and gives his mom a questioning look. And now Mitsuki is also uncomfortable with the energy AND the possibility of the answer.

"I don't know is it a worrying answer?" She questions turning the focus back to Katsuki.

"I'm not answering that." He answers letting out a very uncomfortable chuckle.

"Why?"

"I'm just not."

"Do I not wanna know?"

"I just don't feel like you need to know that."

"So I should step out?"

"You should step out."

"Out I go then."

"Yeah."

Mitsuki picks up her bag and walks out in less than a second.

"So.. I'm assuming it's often then." The doctor asks, pen ready in hand to right it down.

"Depends how often you consider often."

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[myballsyourballs]

OKAY IVE BEEN IMAGINING A HAWKS X BAKUGOUS OLDER BROTHER READER?? okay but here me out bro, reader has been dating hawks for a while now, occasional family dinners at readers house with his parents, not brother, due to the fact that he’s training.

reader never brought up the fact that his younger brother goes to ua, and hawks never said anything about teaching 1a gym time-to-time, one day, reader goes to pick up katsuki early from school, and he realizes hawks is teaching, basically how everyone would react to one, finding out bakugou has a brother, and two he’s dating hawks??

(ps, hawks knew of readers last name, but never thought anything of it,)

big bro

keigo takami x male! older bakugou brother! reader

genre: fluff and slight crack oneshot (1,300ish words)

notes: i’m not a massive fan of how i wrote this (i don’t think it’s very good) but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months so here you go

synopsis: reader is katsuki's older brother who is dating hawks -- katsuki doesn't know reader is dating hawks, and hawks doesn't know katsuki is reader's brother. it stays that way until reader has to pick up katsuki from school early while hawks is teaching.

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Principal Nezu is shorter than you expect.

You expected him to be a man-sized rat, not a rat-sized man; though you suppose that isn’t an apt description either, given that he’s at least 2 feet tall and most rats aren’t 2 feet tall.

Regardless, he's still pretty intimidating when you run into him in the hall and he starts to ask you what you're doing.

"I'm looking for Bakugou Katsuki -- uh, my little brother. My parents wanted me to pick him up early since we're leaving today to go on a trip." Nezu seriously makes you nervous.

“Bakugou Katsuki is in Hero Training as of right now. You’ll be able to find him in the gym!” He smiles at you, teeth surprisingly white for a rodent. “Make sure to alert his teacher before you leave,” Nezu continues, an unnerving glint in his abyss-like eyes. You decide not to ask why he knows Katsuki’s timetable by heart.

“Sure. Thanks, Principal Nezu,” you smile, offering him a handshake kindly.

“Anytime, Bakugou-san.”

As you step into the gym, the first thing you notice is the smell of sweat. That, and the temperature. Despite the amount of heat emanating from the fire quirks of a select few and the body heat of everyone in the gym, it’s — surprisingly — rather cool. UA's unflinching ability to invest copious amounts of money into air conditioning was impressive. Your eyes trail across the sweeping ceilings and expensive equipment, whistling lowly. I should come here more often.

1-A looks to be split into pairs — sparring, maybe? — each student difficult to view clearly under the thin blanket of steam and smoke that surrounds them. Katsuki, however, is easy to spot among them. His explosions light up the room, the sound of the loud booms only rivalled by his rage-fuelled yelling. You watch, amused. Glad he’s… letting that out.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt class (the idea of 20 different teenagers having their undivided attention on you was a terrifying thought), the teacher was nowhere in sight and you were running out of time. “Katsuki!” you call, waving at the angry red glare that lands on you. The boy, in response, rolls his eyes snidely and stays rooted on the spot.

You sigh. Little brothers are so goddamn annoying. “Let’s go, dude,” you urge, emphasising your words with a vague ‘hurry up’ gesture. He scowls, but obliges nonetheless, walking slowly over with his hands shoved into his pockets. Once he's in front of you, he stops.

“My teacher isn’t here. I can’t leave yet.”

“Isn’t it their job to, you know, teach? Where the fuck did they go?” You furrow your brows.

“Fuck if I know,” Katsuki responds, matching your curses with equal indifference. “He went with Deku to go and get something.”

“Izuku’s here?”

“Why wouldn’t he be, dumbass? He’s in my class.”

And that’s when you notice the rest of 1-A. 18 pairs of eyes stare at you in utter shock and confusion, burning with questions. Your body stills, awkward under their gazes.

“Is that… your brother?” a red-haired boy with sharp teeth asks, looking between you and Katsuki slowly.

“Yeah,” Katsuki replies nonchalantly.

You take in the other boy's appearance: the insane amount of gel in his weirdly-styled hair, pointed teeth and the fact that he was sparring with Katsuki. Close friend, bad hair?

“You must be Shitty Hair.” you say, prompting half of the class to erupt into giggles. Vaguely, you recall his name is Kirishima, but Katsuki says it so rarely that you barely even associate it with him. ‘Shitty Hair’ blushes at the attention, nodding bashfully with an awkward smile. He rubs the nape of his neck, glancing once again between Katsuki and you.

“I can see how you’re related,” he laughs uncertainly.

“I can see who got the good genes,” a pink-haired girl with horns calls, “clearly not Bakugou.”

“YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGA—”

The doors slam open. You first see Izuku, who pauses at the commotion, and behind him you see… your boyfriend? What the fuck?

“Keigo?”

“[Y/N]?”

“[Y/N]-nii?” Izuku adds.

“Nii?” someone whispers in confusion.

“Hey, Izuku,” you respond weakly.

Silence falls. You take a moment to appreciate Keigo in his hero costume before the dots connect and you turn to Katsuki accusingly.

“He’s your teacher!?”

“He’s your brother!?” Keigo counters.

You turn to your boyfriend. “I told you I have a brother. You know my last name. You’ve literally met my mother and she’s the carbon-copy of Katsuki. Keigo, what even?”

“Er, well, in hindsight, maybe you’re right— but... you’re so nice,” he says, disbelief evident in his wide eyes and confused brows. “And he’s so… not—”

“The fuck did you just say—!?”

“Young man, I will give you a detention if you swear at me again,” Keigo says sternly, schooling his face into something unnaturally serious and crossing his toned arms over his chest. You can see the humour dancing his eyes, prompting you to chuckle quietly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yes, Hawks-sensei,” he mutters, face contorted into a scowl. He angrily taps his shoe on the ground.

“Stop being a shit,” you chide, grabbing Katsuki by the shoulder roughly and rubbing your knuckles into his skull. The rest of 1-A watches on in absolute disbelief. (Except Izuku. He’s used to this.)

Katsuki groans exasperatedly, “You stop being a shit.”

“Hey!” Hawks gasps dramatically, “don’t call my boyfriend a shit!”

Silence.

You rub a hand over your temple in an attempt to ease your oncoming headache.

“YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!”

“Katsuki—”

The rest of 1-A is left in shock. (Including Izuku, this time). Some start yelling, some look like they’ve turned to stone, the usual. You’re too busy trying to hold back your feral little brother from attacking Keigo — you know he won’t actually, you’re just hoping Keigo knows that too.

“Wait, you’re gay?” A boy who you can recall as Kaminari splutters. Your face crinkles into confusion, nose scrunching like you’ve smelt a bad odour. You can see why Katsuki calls him Dunce Face.

“It runs in the family,” you say, with a pointed look to Katsuki.

His exhaustion must’ve caught up to him since he only offers a middle finger in response. Kaminari bursts into startled and slightly scared laughter.

A warm arm makes its way around your waist and it takes an embarrassing amount of effort for you to suppress a smile. You don’t even have to look at Keigo to know that he’s grinning.

Neither of you are big fans of PDA, but the urge to hug him right now is particularly strong; especially since he’s right there, but there’s also 20 kids right there which sucks and you have to go—

Right. You and Katsuki need to go. That was the point of this whole ordeal.

“Keigo,” you murmur, quiet enough for only him to hear. The rest of the class has ignored the two of you in favour of chatting amongst themselves or questioning Katsuki. Keigo hums, meeting your eyes. He smiles, his golden irises pooling with affection and his arm squeezing gently around your waist, seemingly in a trance. You chuckle, “I need to go.”

He startles. “Right! Right,” he says, clearing his throat. You pretend not to notice the faint tinge of red high on his cheekbones.

“Okay, 1-A. I’m gonna go sort this out quickly,” Keigo says to the class, his voice raised slightly in order to drown out the talking. “So please continue sparring — without quirks — until I’m back. I won’t be long.”

The class answers an affirmative, and then the two of you (plus Katsuki) are out the door. You turn to face Keigo, placing a quick peck on his lips. “I thought I just needed to tell you Katsuki was leaving and then you’d sort it?”

“That’s true… but I missed you,” Keigo sighs wearily, acting like he hadn’t seen you in years. (You spent the night with him literally yesterday.)

“Stop before I tear my fucking eyes out,” Katsuki interrupts. Keigo lifts his head to glare unhappily at him.

“Piss off, Katsuki,” you grumble, placing a slightly longer kiss on Keigo’s lips. You pull away at the realisation that you’re probably late, which means you’ll probably have to face the wrath of Mitsuki Bakugo. “I should— we should go. I’ve stayed way longer than I needed to.”

“Thank fuck,” Katsuki grumbles, occupying himself with his phone. Teenagers.

Keigo groans dejectedly but lets you go nonetheless. He watches you walk away, waving. “Bye, honeybear!”

“Don’t call me that!”

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[35c4p15t]

Powerless (Yandere!Bully x Reader)

E.g. Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi/Touya Todoroki (BNHA), Gojo Satoru (JJK)

CW: yandere, referenced bullying, verbal abuse, pet names (doll, love, sweetheart), nonconsensual kissing and dry-humping

NSFW- MDNI

Arrogance first compelled him to approach you, entranced by your demeanor, before immaturity pushed him to insult and assault you, angered by your initial indifference towards him. Interactions thereafter snowballed as his intrigue evolved into infatuation, which soured into possessiveness, until his role in your life was that of an abusive, toxic, unpredictable bully. Despite wishing things were better, he'd play any role if it meant hogging your attention and scaring others away from you.

Cornering you was concerningly easy; even after all he'd put you through, your efforts to avoid him were pitifully easy to overcome. “Miss me, sweetheart?" Panic was written all over your face as you turned to look at him. Jolting away from him, about to run, he catches your arm, securing you next to him. Where you should be. “Where you goin', doll?" Squirming in his grip, you manage to plead, “Away from you. Please, let me go." It hurts, that you're always so desperate to get away from him. “You wound me, love," he smirks, masking his actual feelings, as usual. “I jus' wanna spend some time with my favourite person, don't you?" He tugged you closer to him, pressing his toned chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your front, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder. “I am your favourite person, right, sweetheart?" His breath tickled your ear uncomfortably, causing you to wiggle in his grasp. “Careful, love, you're gonna make me excited." You cease movement immediately, eyes brimming with tears. He notices, sighing in disappointment. “C'mon, doll, lemme take you somewhere nice, yeah?"

Confused, but powerless to resist, he forces you into his car. “P-please, I don't want to go anywhere… with you." He stares at you, overwhelmed: enraged by your disinclination, frustrated at his own distreatment of you, and desperate to keep you with him. Consequently, he shoves you into the back of his car, climbing in after you, closing the door behind him before crawling over you, distressing you as you attempted to shuffle away.

Undeterred, high on adrenaline, and too elated that you were finally beneath him to think clearly, he grabs your face- unintentionally harsh in his haste- and you whimper, immediately flailing under him in distress, becoming more frantic while he lowered his face, his nose brushing against yours as he planted his lips on yours. Frenzied, you started thrashing, prompting him to drop his body, weighing you down, and briefly lift his mouth to murmur in a husky, confident tone, “Don't bother, doll, you can't stop me." “N-no! Please, I'll go wherever you want, b-but, please don't do this!" “Oh, but you've upset me now, love. Make it up to me, yeah? Just relax, sweetheart." Returning to kissing you, smirking when you stopped writhing, instead laying limp, tears flowing down heated cheeks. His free hand snaked down your body, finding and squeezing your ass while he pushed his tongue into your mouth, and his leg forced itself between your thighs to begin grinding against you. Feeling a hardness pressing on your thigh reignited your anxiety, however, struggling under him simply pleased him, groaning hotly into your mouth. Pressing his leg harder against you, the hand holding you face in place dug warningly into your cheeks before sliding down to your chest, groping- selfishly, so hard you flinched in pain- his breathing quickening, almost heavily panting on your face, withdrawing his mouth from yours momentarily to mutter near nonsense, “You're mine, I own you, sweetheart. No-one else loves you, doll, you're nothin' without me."

Despite hearing his words numerous times since he started harassing you, it still stung. Dejected, you turned your head, unable to face your tormentor, now also molester. You felt sick. Swept up in his own pleasure, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, mouth open, licking, kissing, biting at the sensitive skin there. His hips accelerated, hand roaming your body, grabbing, squeezing, and rubbing as he pleased, until he buried his teeth possessively into your neck, sighing through his teeth, jerking against you a few more times before he stilled, panting in your ear for a moment. Eyes screwed shut- burning from crying- and stomach aching with disgust, you felt more shame, repulsion, and powerless than ever. “Least you're not completely useless, huh, doll?"

#bnha x reader #x reader #tw yandere #male yandere #yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere bully #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #yandere dabi #yandere touya #dabi x reader #touya x reader #reader insert #smut #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #yandere gojo #tw noncon #tw verbal abuse #possesive yandere

[reallyromealone]

I think this is it.

Aight, thank you. Here's my request: So Pro-hero Bakugou has a husband (reader) and a son who didn't inherit his quirk. Instead, he got m readers' "weak" healing quirk. The kid hates/dislikes reader for getting his "useless" quirk instead. Meek reader doesn't want tell Bakugou that the son has a crappy teen ego, but Bakugou comes home early to see son berating reader. And Bakugo just scolds the son and explains why the the healing quirk is useful and how reader is amazing. Its a bit angsty, but can we have some fluff comfort at the end pls? Thank you again. :)

I got this

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One thing no one in U.A expected was for Bakugo to get with Recovery girls grandson, the Omegas quirk being "healing aura" the ability to create a healing must up to 12 feet.

The two teens didn't get along initially, Bakugo crass and rude and (name) very much no nonsense and stubborn, the two constantly butted heads during their stay at U.A.

It was a surprise towards the end of their high school career for the two to move in together with an upcoming engagement "when did they even start dating?" Some would ask only to realize those arguments and comments were actually the two flirting.

(Name) ended up much like his grandmother and travelling agency to agency and helping out post villain attacks and doing what he could, gaining adoration and fans through how much he helped.

They almost forgot he was an Omega till he went on maternity leave.

(Sons name) was very much like Katsuki, a spitfire who had many little options and though Katsuki calmed down considerably there was no denying they were practically clones.

And because of this, it devastated (sons name) when he didn't get his sires "heroic" quirk but instead got (name)s quirk, the boy over time developing a resentment to his Dam.

Due to (name) only being called for emergencies, he ended up taking his late grandmother's place at U.As Medical wing.

And because of these hours, he was often left to care for his son alone while Katsuki did hero work, and because of this missed his son developing into a mythic asshole.

(Name) was exhausted after work, needing to use his quirk a lot today along with quirkless medical practice as many students didn't need his quirk but a simple bandage and such.

The house was a mess, whenever (sons name) came home he always made a mess, deeming it "Omega work" as the teen scrolled his phone "arent you supposed to be studying for the written exam?"

"Why should I? Dad got me in on recommendation, thank god since all you gave me was a shitty quirk" the teen snapped and (name) looked absolutely heartbroken at this as the teen continued "thank god dad's been teaching me martial arts since it's so useless-- seriously why did I have to get stuck with something as useless as your quirk, I'm amazed dad settled for someone as useless as you"

"The fuck you say?" The two turned to see Katsuki Bakugo walk in, out of uniform after finishing work at his agency "d-dad..." (sons name) looked sick and (name) on the verge of tears "your dad's "useless quirk" literally saved countless lives and your dad hauled ass saving countless People from villains" his voice cold as he dropped his duffle bag "why's the house a mess? You not fucking helping your Dam? I know he just got home so I know this ain't his mess" he laughed without any humor "disrespectful little shit, get up and clean this mess, after we train and get ready because it's gonna be hell" Katsuki promised coldly and the teen got up not wanting to piss off his dad more as the pro led (name) to their room.

"How long?" He said pulling the exhausted Omega into his lap, only soft for his mate "honestly since he found out his quirk, it's just been coming out the past few months..." Katsuki was shocked at this, how did he miss this?! "Why didn't you say anything?"

"... You were busy... You were working so hard on building your agency and I wanted to lift some weight off your shoulders" he wanted to cry as his husband held him close "stop being stupid" his voice loving despite the harsh words "I'll whip I'm straight, rely on me idiot"

(Name) was left to relax in the bedroom as Bakugo handled his son, calling a few hero friends to help especially the teens uncle Izuku and uncle Aizawa-- the teen spending his break at his uncle Aizawas and subsequently with uncle Shinsou who was visiting.

By the written exam he was kicked into shape and Bakugo made sure his mate was reminded over and over again how loved he was.

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[reveseke]

Dumbass *lovingly*

PT. Dumbass *lovingly*. PT end

Just sleepy cuddles with Bakugo lol

Trans friendly reader, second person pov ( your/yours)

Cw .. none if you don't count reader being distractive to Bakugo when he's trying to sleep lol.

DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs

Shifting in the bed Bakugo laid in silence, the darkness comforting as he felt the bed dip under another added weight. He could feel you climbing to his bed, just the comforting weight of you when you blobbed down on top of his chest.

Burying yourself basiclly into his side as he shifted underneath you. A soft pet against your head made a small smile bloom on your face in the darkness. Nose filled with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon mix.

" what's up ? " He murmured in the silence. Tired and sleepy enough to sound cute.

" tired. Go back to sleep. " You chirped at him in a low tone. Feeling his chest for a second before moving to the side of his face, pulling yourself up to pepper few kisses against his face and managing to get a groan out of him.

" love, how am I supposed to sleep when you're here to distract me ? " Katsuki chuckled as he easily flipped both of. You laying underneath him as he let his body flop down against yours. Full weight on top of you making you wheeze for a second for the unexpected shift.

" mm.. i don't honestly know. "

" mhm.. go to sleep, dumbass. "

#bnha x male reader #bnha x nonbinary reader #bakugo katsuki x male reader #bakugo Katsuki x nonbinary reader #Fandom : BNHA

[enbyenvy666]

personal pornstar part 3/? cis!ver

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

after a little spending spree courtesy of your pro-hero sugar daddies, you send the pair some pictures of your new clothes, as well as a couple other outfits, leading to a late-night sleepover.

established!kiribaku x masc!reader part 1 | part 2 cis!ver trans!ver | part 3 trans!ver

CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, reader wears lingerie, threesome, anal sex, top!kirishima, switch!bakugo, bottom!reader, semi-rough sex, mating press, sexting/sending nudes, cuck chair lol, aftercare, no beta we die like men w/c - 3.2k

a/n - I figure out how to add the song this fic is named after!!

The payments you were receiving for spending time with Kirishima and Katsuki were relieving some of your financial stresses. You had bought new nice clothes with the money Katsuki gave you earlier that week, even sending him pictures of the clothes you tried on to get his opinions.

Once home, you wanted to use the rest of your day off to do housework, but as you went to put away your new clothes, you couldn’t resist the urge to try them on again, posing in front of your thin, floor-length mirror. A form-fitting blazer on top of a black button-down that had a rose pattern sewn into it in a kind of thread that looked black until in the right light it would shimmer silver. A classic silver wallet chain added a bit of spice to your new black slacks, all of which not only looked good together but also looked good on you.

Unbuttoning some buttons here and there, and rolling up a sleeve or two made you feel like a kid playing dress-up again. Sitting down on the edge of your bed, still in view of the mirror, you looked over your reflection one more time, grateful for Katsuki’s help. You also realised he hadn’t seen you in the completed outfit yet.

Holding up your phone, you posed in front of the mirror. A couple of buttons undone on the shirt, showing off your collar bones, legs crossed at the knees and leaning your weight on one hand planted on the bed beside you. Holding your phone up beside your face, you were looking at it as you took the photo, making sure it was in focus.

After sending it to the group chat with the two heroes, you started to strip off the nice clothes, hanging them up in your closet to avoid creases. Your phone buzzed on the bed, and you giddily picked it up, excited to see their reactions. What you had received back surprised you, but it didn’t disappoint.

It was a mirror picture of the both of them, similarly in a floor-length mirror, but you could tell theirs was wider as you could see what looked to be a significant portion of their shared bedroom. Both were in their base hero costumes, bare of the extra things like gauntlets and masks.

Katsuki was taking the picture, with the phone held up to his chest while he was looking down at it. Kirishima stood behind him, his muscular arms wrapped around Katsuki’s thinner waist, his bare chest against the blonde’s back. Kirishima had his lips pressed to Katsuki’s temple, but his sparkling jewel eyes were staring directly into the camera. As you were admiring the picture, you received another text from Katsuki, saying how he wanted to see you in that outfit in person.

With an almost childlike excitement, you continued to carefully put away the new clothes, wanting them to stay pristine until you saw the heroes again. As you put on some comfier clothes, your foot knocked on a cardboard box that sat on the floor of the closet, gathering dust. That procrastination curiosity got the better of you and you opened it, wondering what you could have put in there.

Oh…

Lacy underwear, thigh highs, garter belts. Impulse buys you got when you were feeling good about yourself but never had a reason to wear. Underwear that was made purely of leather straps around the crotch, waist and thighs, meant to mimic the look of shibari. A lace garter-jock strap-thigh high combo, leather harnesses, classic lacy thongs, all gone to waste.

But the giddiness and excitement from Kirishima and Katsuki gave you an idea.

The sun was setting by the time you were ready to send them a collection of pictures. Trying on the different pieces and trying to find the perfect angle and pose for the pictures. Showing your supple body in scantily clad underwear that barely covered your most intimate parts. Eventually, you had a nice collection on your hands, and without hesitation, you hit the send button.

But then the realisation hit. Here you were, sending them risqué pictures out of nowhere, when there wasn’t much of a build-up other than you sending a nice, somewhat sexy picture of yourself, and the two of them sending one back that you may have taken out of context. They had just gotten off work, they were probably tired and just wanting to relax, and you were sending them borderline nudes. Oh god, where’s the unsend button?!

Before you could even try to delete them, you saw the three little dots of Katsuki typing. They disappeared and reappeared a couple of times, making you chew on your bottom lip nervously. The dots disappeared, and you waited for them to reappear, but they didn’t return. With a sigh of defeat, you limply fell back on your bed.

Your phone began buzzing in your hand, the ringtone singing louder than you expected. Fumbling the device between your hands as you sat up, trying to recover from your freight before you answered. Katsuki’s contact name was on your screen, and it only served to make your already frightened heart beat faster.

“Hello?” You answered meekly, phone to your ear, cringing at the way the metal piercings scraped against the screen from you placing it there too fast.

“Oi! Do you know what ya doin’ t’me?” He shouted into the phone, but you swear you could hear the twinge of a smirk.

“S-sorry, I was just-” Your cheeks were warm, unable to hold down your cheeky smile.

“You know exactly what you were doin’. I’m callin’ you a cab.” In the background, you could hear Kirishima playfully scolding Katsuki.

“Really?” You gawked into the phone.

“Uh-huh, and you better wear one of those outfits f’me.” Looking around your bed at the various sets of lingerie and sexy underwear, you bit your lip.

“Which ones?” You asked, feeling a tingle between your thighs as your mind started to wander to dirtier thoughts.

“Dealers choice,” he huffed.

“Get here fast.”

———

Katsuki was waiting by the door, ripping it open the second he heard you shut the cab door. He dragged you inside as soon as you were within reach, slamming the front door closed before slamming his lips onto yours. Backing you up against the wall, his hands groped your hips, desperately grinding his own against you.

“Katsuki,” came Kirishima’s warning voice. He was standing on the nearby staircase with stern yet playful eyes, muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. Katsuki pulled away, your lips popping, as he glared at his partner with a low grumble.

“Katsuki,” he mocked. Kirishima could only chuckle and shake his head, slowly descending a few more steps.

“Be gentle.”

“He said he likes it rough,” the blonde smirked, pulling you off the wall by your hips, your arms wrapping around his neck to keep yourself steady.

“Dontcha baby?”

You smiled meekly and nodded, fingers fiddling with the baby hairs at the back of his neck. With a smirk and a huff, he stepped back and took your hand, leading you towards the stairs. Kirishima ended up leading the way to the bedroom, and it was just as nice as it looked in their picture.

The bed was made, ready to be tussled and disturbed. A couple of candles on the bedside tables created a soft glow around the room, and a rattan chair sat in the corner, facing the bed. You weren’t able to admire the room any longer as Katsuki pushed you down onto the bed, standing over you with a smirk.

With a knee between your thighs, he slipped his hands under your shirt, pushing it up until he revealed the lace garter belt around your waist. His tongue ran over his lip, quickly pulling down your pants to reveal the sheer thigh highs clipped onto the garter belt with thin straps. Kirishima stood behind Katsuki, watching his partner rush to undress you.

Finally, bare of clothes except for the lingerie you had hidden underneath. Kirishima had his arms slinked around Katsuki’s waist, both of them staring down at you. It was like the picture, but now the two pairs of red eyes on you felt even more intense. Like two predators watching their prey. But you weren’t scared, you trusted them. As a silent signal, Kirishima stepped back, leaving a lingering hold on Katsuki’s hips until he finally let go, letting the blonde do as he pleased with you. 

Katsuki began to tug on his belt, aggressively undoing it as his almost glowing eyes wandered over your body. Your thighs pressed together, feeling vulnerable under his intimidating gaze. You watched him undress, leaning back on your elbows as button after button came undone. You hadn’t even realised Kirishima disappeared from your sight until the drawer beside the bed slid open. Finally breaking your glare from Katsuki, you turned your attention to Kirishima, who was digging through the top drawer of the nightstand. 

A bottle of lube and wet wipes were placed on the tabletop, Kirishima smiling softly at you as you watched him, his lips parting to show the pointed tips of his teeth. It was comforting, if only for a moment. While you were distracted, Katsuki had completely stripped off his clothes and swooped down, trapping you between his arms. With your neck craned to watch Kirishima, Katsuki used the opportunity to place a hot kiss on your neck, teeth dragging against your skin. You gasped and moaned as you grabbed onto his shoulders, back arching up until your torso was flat against his abs. 

His cock felt hot and heavy against your thigh, yours barely contained by the matching lacy panties you wore. With your attention back on him, his lips travelled up your neck until they met yours, his hands running over your bare skin, stopping for brief moments over the garter belt and thigh highs, until his fingertips slipped under the elastic of your panties. Featherlight touches against your cock were accidental, his focus on the underwear itself. 

He broke the kiss to retrieve the lube, squirting some on his fingers. His dry hand pushed your thighs apart and pulled your underwear to the side. The lube felt cold on your hole, gasping at the wet feeling as he slowly but firmly started to finger you open. Katsuki bit his lip as you mewled below him, rolling your hips in hopes of the digits slipping in further. You had almost forgotten about Kirishima until you heard the chair in the corner creak as he shifted himself on it to get a better view of Katsuki prepping you for him. 

After fitting three fingers inside you, Katsuki pulled them out and slicked up his cock with lube, pressing the tip to your tight ring of muscle. With little resistance, he penetrated you, cock stretching your walls. Moans and curses flowed from your lips, twisting the bed sheets in your fists. He was quick to set a fast and rough pace, hips slapping against your thighs. Each thrust had his cock brushing against your prostate, sending pleasureful shocks through your nerves like electricity. 

His strong hips made the bed creak, his grip shifting to your thighs to push your knees towards your shoulders. Without Kirishima’s calm and grounding touches, your body felt electric and like you were in another world. Eyes rolling back, back arching and moans turning to mindless babbles as each thrust against your prostate brought you closer to coming. 

But Katsuki’s hips began to slow, your orgasm falling with it. Your eyes snapped to him, and through blurry vision, you could see Kirishima behind Katsuki, guiding him to lean forward. As he leaned over you, pushing your knees further against your shoulders and his cock slowly thrusting at a new angle, Kirishima held a strong grip on the blonde’s hip, lining up his cock to his husband’s hole. He could barely hold Katsuki still long enough to insert himself, but once he did Katsuki started to thrust even faster inside you, fucking himself on Kirishima’s cock. 

Kirishima stared lovingly at the back of Katsuki’s head before he aggressively grabbed his hair, yanking Katsuki upwards. The blonde’s face was twisted in pleasure, Kirishima nibbling at his neck as his powerful hips set the pace. He had taken control of the whole situation, his staunch hold on Katsuki reigning him in, and he seemed to like it too, maybe even love it by the way he grinned. 

“Fu-uck!” Katsuki groaned, his raspy voice sending a throb to your core. He still had your knees against your shoulders, so as much as you wanted to run your nails across the muscular landscape of his body, you could only clench the bed sheets. Each forceful thrust from Kirishima was felt inside you, your underwear growing dark as precum leaked from your cock, soaking the lace fabric. Drool dripped from the corner of your lips as you let out a chorus of moans, Katsuki’s grip on the underside of your thighs growing tighter, leaving crescent moons to dot your skin. 

“Ka-Kats-ki,” you stuttered, eyes clenching shut as your peak grew closer, toes curling. Katsuki moaned at you calling his name, biting his lip to muffle the sound. A couple more muffled moans from him had you peaking your eyes open, catching the two heroes locked in a passionate kiss. When they broke apart, they stared deeply into each other’s eyes as Kirishima finally let go of Katsuki’s spiked locks. It was as if they were silently communicating with each other as Katsuki pulled your calves against his shoulders before leaning down, his chest almost against yours if your legs weren’t in the way. 

Kirishima started thrusting intensely, forcing Katsuki’s cock deeper inside you. It felt like he was rearranging your guts with each stroke until the coil snapped as you stained your underwear. Clenching around Katsuki brought him closer to coming, Kirishima feeling the way his partner’s hips stuttered as he tried to match the pace of his hips. With a Herculean grip, he held Katsuki’s hips in place and started pounding him. Each thrust from Kirishima caused Katsuki’s cock to stimulate your prostate as it pressed against the sensitive spot perfectly at that angle. 

With your lips parted as you whined and moaned, Katsuki kissed you, his tongue against the back of your teeth. Another orgasm started to build, barely coming down from the high from the first one, as you started clenching down on Katsuki’s cock once more. This combined with Kirishima’s superhuman speed brought Katsuki to cum, the feeling of his seed filling you bringing you to cum as well. Katsuki’s hole tightened around Kirishima and with a few more staggering thrusts, he came. 

The combined panting of Katsuki, Kirishima and yourself harmonised in the room, everyone slowly coming back down to earth after being sent to cloud nine. Kirishima pulled out of Katsuki with a shiver, which allowed the blonde to pull out of you, just in time as your legs started to ache. Katsuki lazily rolled down beside you, sweaty back hitting the cooler sheets. Kirishima retrieved the wet wipes he left out earlier, cleaning himself off first before nudging Katsuki’s thighs apart to clean him. 

In response, Katsuki pulled the red-headed hero down to kiss him once more. You looked away, feeling almost as if you were intruding. Your underwear being pulled down had you looking between your legs, where Kirishima was attempting to remove the soaked garment. You sat up, reaching down to take them off yourself.

“You don’t have to-” You were silenced by his hand cupping your cheek delicately, his smile just as soft. 

“It’s okay, just relax,” he spoke, waiting for you to lay back down before he continued to remove the lingerie. Most of it had been stained by cum and lube, and most likely couldn’t be salvaged. Katsuki must’ve caught your frown, as he playfully squeezed your thigh before he climbed off the bed. 

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he said as he disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. The wet wipe felt cold against your abused hole, but it was better than feeling slick and sticky. 

“What time is it?” you asked once Kirishima was done cleaning you, looking around for a clock. From the bathroom you heard a tap squeak before the water hit the tiled floor, the rhythm broken up by Katsuki cleaning himself up under the stream.

“Don’t worry about it,” Katsuki called over the water. 

“I have work in the morning,” you replied as you swung your legs over the side of the bed, searching the room for your discarded clothes. Kirishima was fluffing about around you, stripping off the pillowcases and tossing them aside. Before you could ask him why, Katsuki peered out of the bathroom, scowling at you but the threatening look was diminished by his wet hair and water droplets running over his rippling biceps. 

“Shitty Hair has late patrols, he can take you,” he explained shortly. With your brow furrowed and head tilted in confusion, he sighed. 

“You’re staying the night, get in the shower.”

You blinked rapidly, mouth opening and closing before Kirishima’s large hand found your back, leading you to stand up. Deciding not to fight it, you let the redhead lead you into the ensuite, where the shower was running, steam clouding the air. 

“Kats likes it a little hot, turn it down if you need to,” Kirishima whispered to you before leaving you to bathe. The caddy hanging from the base of the tall showerhead was stocked with various skin care products like scrubs, moisturisers, and shampoo that, when you squirted it onto your palm, smelt like Katsuki’s hair. There was also a bottle of 5-in-1 body, hair, face, shave and moisturiser which you correctly assumed to be Kirishima’s. When you were done, the redhead was waiting and gave you a fluffy towel, pressing a chaste kiss to your wet hair as you passed him. 

The bed sheets had been changed, candles blown out and only a lamp lit the room. Katsuki was now dressed in only his underwear as he carried the soiled sheets away. By the time you had dried yourself off, Katsuki had returned, now holding some folded clothes, which he handed to you. It was an old shirt and sleep shorts, both baggy on you, but smelt like the explosive hero. He dragged you to the bed, pulling you close on the crisp, clean sheets. You tried to ignore the fact that he was barely clothed, but you still felt your cheeks grow warm.

“Hope you don’t mind,” he smirked as he pulled you to his bare chest. “Red is a human heater.” 

Speak of the devil, Kirishima exited the bathroom, a towel hung low on his hips as he used a separate towel to dry his red locks. He strutted through the room, displaying his gorgeous body decorated with scars from his years on the hero scene. Digging through a dresser, he found a pair of sweats and a faded t-shirt, slipping them on before climbing into the bed. He pulled Katsuki until his back met his chest, Katsuki pulling you along with him. After switching off the light and snuggling into the bed, Kirishima sighed, all the tense knots in his muscles slipping away. 

“Goodnight Kats, goodnight baby,” he called into the dark room. 

“Night Ei,” Katsuki replied, words slurred as sleep quickly took him. 

“G’night,” you whispered into his chest, melting into his arms as your eyes drifted shut, the soft hum of the washing machine down the hall lulling you to sleep.

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[beautifulsenpai]

HOW COULD YOU BE OBLIVIOUS | 𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂, 𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂 𝗑 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

fandom | 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖺 (𝖻𝗇𝗁𝖺)

genre | 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 & 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍

tw/cw | 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐, 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗃𝗈𝖻𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗍𝖼

summary | 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝟥 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌

requested | 𝗒𝖾𝗌

author’s note | 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐. 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀? 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐

𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌

𝗁𝗈𝗐?

𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌?

𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗏𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅. 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗈𝗒.

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖴.𝖠'𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝗍'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖪𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌? 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅����!

𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅, 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗐.

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𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗃𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺. " 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖸/𝖭, 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? " 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈'𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. "𝗍-𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗈𝗇- 𝗎𝗀𝗁!~ 𝖸/𝖭 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈.. " 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒.

𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁, 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍.

𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍. " 𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗁.. 𝗈𝗁 𝖸/𝖭!~ " " 𝗒-𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾. " 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. " 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖸/𝖭, 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌~ " " 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.. " 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋.

𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒'𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽.

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾. 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌. 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.

" 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌? 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽?~ "

𝗈𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝖽.

𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝗎𝗁?

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[serosblunt]

Katsuki fucking LOVES that you’re smaller than him, he drools over the thought.

He goes feral over your hips being swallowed up by his rough grip while he pounds into you mercilessly from behind. He looms over you, caging you in his embrace, as sweat drips from his forehead down your back. He fills your senses, he’s all you know as he shoves you into the sheets once more.

And he’ll be damned if that doesn’t make him fucking animalistic 😳

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[mikulovingtrash]

Dating Katsuki is funny because he's been waking up bright and early at 5:00 am since his U.A days. As the days go by, you stop waking up by yourself, instead, you wake up next to a warm lingering feeling in the bed. That warm feeling eventually turns to Katsuki, even though it's 10:00, way later than he used to wake up. When you ask him about it, all you get is him pulling your body closer, telling you to go back to bed.

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