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no thoughts just sakuatsu

Cw: NSFW, Minors DNI, established relationship(poly), 3sum(sakuatsu x fem!reader), pussy whipped men, mxm action, use of toy, LOTS of praise and dirty talk, slight overstim, eiffle tower, v self indulgent :3

“Shhh shhh sweet girl it’s okay” atsumu whispered, hot breath fanning your ear; his deep voice rattling your skull. Your legs were spread wide, all modesty thrown out the window as your feet dangled, calloused hands gripping the flesh beneath your knees hard. Your chest was heaving, back flushed to atsumus bare chest as he held you open and vulnerable, subjected to kiyoomis unabashed lust.

“y-you’re doing…so good…so f-ucking good” kiyoomi mumbled, voice low and laced with arousal as his hand feverishly tugged at his leaking cock, the other pressing the tortuous vibrator against your swollen little clit. Fat tears rolled down your face as you thrashed in atsumus hold, little cunt gushing.

“P-please! s’too much!” You cried breathing becoming labored and choppy as your eyes rolled. Atsumu chuckled, hands trailing down your sticky sweat ridden body to your messy cunt, spreading your puffy lips apart with one hand, while the other pulled the hood of your clit back; exposing the sensitive appendage.

“You can do it baby…I know you can, came so good f’me and yoomi already-” atsumu mumbled, watching with lidded eyes as kiyoomi pressed the vibrating mechanism against your overly exposed and sensitive clit. A broken whimper slipped passed your spit slicked lips as you shook your head, tears rolling down your pretty face.

“Be good, and cum for yoomi and i one more time princess?Then i promise we’ll fuck you baby….swear m’gonna fuck you so fucking good” atsumu mumbled, while stroking your hair out of your face, before kissing your temple. his words made you dizzy, the thought of their cocks finally gifting you that sinful fullness you crave made you gush embarrassingly so.

you watched through tear shrouded vision as kiyoomi fumbled towards you, pushing the shaking toy harder onto your clit, causing for a shocked cry to fall from your lips, face morphed into delicious ecstasy.

“y-yoomi!” The warbled cry made kiyoomis stomach jump, as he gazed down at you eyebrows furrowed in concentration continuing to abuse your puffy little clit.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty….fucking….gorgeous god” kiyoomi groaned, dark eyes peering into yours as a deep blush coated his chest and face in a shade of crimson. your moan caught in your throat, the sound coming out strangled and desperate as your hands scrambled, clawing at kiyoomis chest.

“i-i think-…o-oh g-god y-yoom-“

“Fucking—s-shit baby look at me—talk to me” kiyoomi cut off, his hand leaving his cock to grip your hair, shuffling a little closer to you ,the sticky head of his cock rubbing against your soft tummy.

“m..m’gonna c-cum” you slurred, eyes unfocused as you never broke contact with his demanding eyes,clawing desperately at both atsumus grip on your thighs, rendering you immobile and kiyoomis grip on your hair.

“yeah?” kiyoomi asked breathlessly, as he nodded his head, placing his forehead onto yours.

“you gonna make a fucking mess for me and yoomi sweet girl?” atsumu whispered as you whined a high pitched ‘uh huh’

“god she’s so-“ kiyoomi chocked out, lifting his head a bit to look into atsumus eyes; low, glossy and completely feral. atsumu groaned at the sight of kiyoomi so disheveled, as he took a calloused hand, running it through his lovers curls before gripping softly, making his cock jump as he let go . kiyoomi let out a low moan as gazed back down at you, watching the way your body began to tense up.

“fuck sweet girl…give it to me…fucking give it to me” kiyoomi growled as he watched you tip over the edge.

you’re body felt like it was burning from the inside, limbs shaking violently as choked sobs left your lips ,eyes knocked white.

“that’s my good fucking girl, cum baby, cum for me, squirt all over me..” kiyoomi growled as he threw the vibrator to the side, helping you ride out your orgasm on his fingers, rubbing your clit in a way that made you twitch. your sticky juices came gushing, drenching not only yourself, but kiyoomis lower half, as well as atsumus boxer covered lap, completely soaking the fabric.

“omi—tsu—h’my god” you cried as you slowly came from one of the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. kiyoomis grip on your hair faltered a bit as he kissed you softly, cooing how proud he was.

“see baby, i told you, you could do it..” atsumu whispered, his voice containing an edge you’re all too familiar with.

“Did i make you proud tsumu?” you asked softly, gazing up at him with wet lashes and a fucked out face. the blond turned you around crawling in between your parted and slightly shaking legs.

“oh baby…” he cooed softly, gripping the length of his cock through the drenched material of the boxers, hissing at the contact.

“I’m so fucking proud of you princess” atsumu breathed as he peeled off the soiled boxers, hand immediately reaching to grab hold of his incredibly stiff cock. Atsumu bucked his hips into his hand, heavy balls swinging with each pass of his hand.

“my beautiful girl….did so amazing look how fucking hard i am for you..” atsumu hissed, cockhead leaking, placing a lingering kiss on your lips.

“he’s right princess, you did so amazing for us….” kiyoomi chimed, his position changing to be behind atsumu, head resting on the older mans shoulder as kiyoomis pretty hands wondered the expanse of atsumus body causing the older males breathing to pick up.

“need you- please! need both your cocks s’bad” you whimpered, sensitive cunt clenching.

“Already?” atsumu breathlessly asked as he gripped the base of his cock, slapping it heavy on your sopping cunt. the heat from his cock made your ears ring as you whined loudly watching as atsumu continued to slap your pussy with his cock, coated in your sticky arousal.

“s’pussy soaking my fucking cock- shit”atsumu breathed as he pulled away a bit, staring in awe at his dripping cock.

“looks so fucking good..” kiyoomi growled gazing at atsumus cock in mouthwatering lust. the sight of atsumus thick, stiff cock covered in your cum made kiyoomi want to scream. standing up kiyoomi pulled atsumu from the bed by his shoulder, immediately getting down on his knees greedily slurping atsumus cock.

“oh shit!” atsumu cried at the feeling of kiyoomis hot mouth sucking him for all he’s worth. you watched in nothing short of pure need as the loves of your lives succumb to debilitating pleasure. kiyoomi working atsumu like a fined tuned instrument and you could do nothing but sit back and watched as they teased you.

your mouth parted slightly, eyes wide and hazy as you watched atsumus eyes roll in the back of his head gripping kiyoomis khol colored curls as he thrusted his cock down kiyoomis throat, causing the younger to sputter and gag.

“right there. r-right t-there omi, y-you’re fucking throat shi-“ kiyoomi obliged, keeping atsumus cock shoved deep in his throat as he clawed at kiyoomis curls fucking his hips into his face a little more before completely stepping away, heaving and blushing.

kiyoomi let out a shameless moan. pretty lips puffy, swollen and covered in a concoction of your cum and his saliva. his pupils swallowed up his already onyx colored eyes, his predatory gaze shifting attention to you. kiyoomi stared at you, the domineering look pushing you into submission as his tongue darted out, the pink muscle flicking out and running over his bottom lip.

“you taste so fucking good princess.” kiyoomi groaned, eyes fluttering a bit as you whimpered, lip caught between your teeth.

“fucking hell” atsumu huffed incredulously, eyes wide darting between you and kiyoomi; mouth parted, frenzied pants leaving the blonds swollen lips. his curse caught your attention, eyes zeroing in on his heavy, leaking cock; pretty pink tip oozing salty spunk.

“tsumu..” you whimpered, heat swirling in your tummy, mouth watering at the thought of his cock pounding you to shambles.

“you’re such a sweetheart… ya know that angel mhmn?” Atsumu spoke, a heavy breath puffing from his nose as he stared down at you, watching you nod dumbly.

“you’re so good for us……it pisses me off.” atsumu continued, voice calm as he continued to stare down at you.

“always so fucking eager to please.” atsumu spat, eyes narrowing at you

viscously. tears bubbles at your lash line, a pout sitting on your spit slicked lips as atsumu sneered at you.

“i don’t think you get it angel..” atsumu laughed, the sound tumbling in your core as the faux blond leaned over, one hand grabbing at your face while the other was steadied on the headboard.

“i want to do some of the worst things imaginable to you.” atsumu said simply, his eyes never leaving yours.

“i wanna watch you cry, scream, beg.” he growled, lips latching onto the soft skin

of your neck as his hips rutted into yours, his cock slipping through your wet folds with ease.

“i wanna watch you fucking fall apart…” he huffed, eyes lidded and focused on your cute little expressions everytime his cock head nudged your clit.

“t-tsumu!” you cried, unshed tears starting their descent down your face as atsumu gazed at you, lips parted in awe.

“y-yeah fuck like that baby, just like that..” he growled, leaning down as he kissed your tears away.

“t-tsumu please! i- i-“

“shhhh angle i know, i know…..i’ve got you..” atsumu promised, his voice coming out needy and rushed as he leaned back on his haunches, hand coming to his cock as he languidly stroked, squeezing tight at the crown of his pretty cock.

he clumsily shuffled forward, large body knocking your knees out of the way as his calloused hands gripped the underside of your knees pushing up folding you in half. you’re eyes grew wide at the sudden shift, panic setting in your gut as you frantically shook your head pushing at his chest.

“t-tsumu no! n-not like this, i’ll make a mess!” you whimpered tears rolling down your face as the blond ignored your pleas, eyes focusing on the way his tip nudged your hole.

“s’wet…fuck she s’wet” atsumu shakily cried, eyebrows pinched as he bullied the thick head inside your gummy walls. atsumu watched as your greedy cunt sucked his cock in. you barley had time to register the feeling of being split open, before the taste of sticky precum coated your tongue.

kiyoomi watches in a lust addled haze as you gagged on his cock in surprise, the remnants of a scream being cut off by his cock shoved down your throat as atsumu pounded away at your gummy walls.

i mean it was the least they could do for such a sweet girl like you.

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Miss u -🍒

hiii! i promise im here lol! A lot has been going on recently, school, family and i lost my touch with writing for a bit but im slowly getting back! i wanna start posting more smaller fics before i move onto my larger ones: A.bc it’s very draining and im not getting the traction i’d like and B.posting smaller stuff will motivate me to post more! Im still here tho and decently active! tumblr gobbles up my asks and notifs, so im kinda surprised i got this lol! but cherry! I’ve missed u too how have u been?

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-The diaries of the boy in the atheneum | B. Katsuki

-Bakugo x Gn!Reader

-Wc:5.9k

-pt(1/4)

Cw: strangers to lovers, very slow burn, very cliche, canon typical lifestyle( ie. hero’s and villains), Both katsuki and reader are in college, eventual smut so MDNI,themes like depression, anxiety and loneliness are going to be heavily implemented throughout this story, this story is heavily character driven from both perspectives, themes revolving around the stigma of male depression as well as the societal views of therapy,depression, addiction etc, an analysis into the hero system, mentions of death, mentions of an serious illness(cant say yet spoilers), a deep dive into katsuki as a character.

A/n: Before I start this off I want to say Thank you sm for taking the time to read this story. It took a lot out of me both mentally and physically, considering such heavy topic were presented throughout this story. Thank you to all the wonderful people who took the time to beta read this, I don’t have many moots on this app, but to everyone who did help, thank you so much. This story is essentially a character study of my beloved bakugo katsuki. He’s such a diverse and complex character regarding personality and I wanted to dive so much deeper, since I see his qualities in myself. I had a lot of fun writing this, and of course there will be multiple parts for this, I’m trying to cut it down to three to four. This project was heavily HEAVILY inspired by ‘The liminal space between love and lonely’ by the amazing @prettyboykatsuki . I kid you not I read this piece almost everyday. Words cannot even begin to describe how eloquently, ari wrote this piece. His writing is some of the best I’ve come across on this app, they never fail to leave me speechless! So please make sure to go check out her blog and writing! Feedback,reblog and likes greatly appreciated!

Bakugo Katsuki really liked the library.

There wasn’t anything inherently special about the quaint library that peeked his immense infatuation. It was normally dim in the building, rows of old, poorly lit overhead lights casting a flaxen hue about the space. Old papyrus and hints of coffee permeated the area, the smell distinct and earthy, clinging desperately onto every fiber of everything there. The furnishing in the building was fairly old, if katsuki had to guess he’d say it hadn’t had a change in about 25 years. It reminded him of the Hogwarts library in a way, a phantom of a smile gracing his features every time he thought about it, making a mental note to re-read the Harry Potter series. The library was always cold; katsuki absolutely hated that fact though, the only thing he detested about his newfound sanctuary.

Katsuki frequented the library weekly, his visitations even warranting in the familiarity of the old librarian named Lilian, who always greeted the ashen blond with a sweet smile and butterscotch. The library had become his safe space, his little corner of the world, an escape so to say; though he’d never use that verbiage. There wasn’t anything specific katsuki would do at the library, some days he’d study, read and check out a poetry book or two or even take a much-needed nap in the corner of the building, tucked away behind the large oak shelves. Then there were days where he’d just…sit. He’d sit for hours on end. Thinking. Staring. Pondering. There wasn’t any specific thought in his head on days like this. He’d guess that on days like this his mind resembled something akin to the beginnings of a thunderstorm. Grey, eerie, foggy; loud with the buzzing of thoughts that seemed to jumble into white noise.

Today was one of those days. Katsuki skipped class today, a heavyweight resting on his shoulders he couldn’t quite put a finger on. His mood was

Somber; desolate fragments of his already broken psyche crumbling like a fall leaf. He had no desire to deal with the antics of college and life today; His Hero courses he’d been skipping; The phone calls from his mother he’s been ignoring for about a month straight now. so he grabbed his stuff and headed to the library. The train ride to the library was always nice, watching scenic valleys and rolling hills fly past his half-lidded eyes as a random playlist played in his ears. It was about a 10-minute ride to the library. Katsuki really could’ve walked, which reminded him to start going to the gym again, considering the last endurance test he took came back with the shout-worthy grade of a 70.

The library was empty per usual, a handful of cars parked sporadically across the parking lot. Vermilion eyes flitted over the grey landscape, as he lackadaisically strolled into the building. If there was one thing Bakugo katsuki absolutely hated, it was change. Everyone, even himself could attest to that fact, which is why the moment he stepped through the threshold of the library his jaw ticked in irritation. Lilian, the sweet little librarian, who katsuki started to grow quite fond of, was nowhere to be found. Instead, in her place stood you. You didn’t notice him at first, your attention being alarmingly captivated by the frog plushie dressed as a librarian that sat perched on the reception desk. Katsuki huffed a breath, his mood exacerbating even more as he shuffled his way to the desk, a deep scowl forming on his hard features.

His presence startled you, him making himself known by dropping two poetry books onto the wooden desk, the thud resounding through the library. You jumped with a squeak, eyes finally gazing upwards in both surprise and slight irritation.

“O-oh! Gosh, you scared me sorry...Uh hi.. what can I-“

“Where’s Lilian.” The blond huffed, his voice rough and on edge, completely cutting you off like a hot knife through butter. A bewildered look flashed across your face for a split second, the slight furrow in your brows not going unnoticed by the blond.

“..um..vacation..her son just had a baby..” you mumbled, grabbing the books he tossed onto the desk. Katsuki clicked his tongue the ‘tsk’ sound vibrating in your skull rapidly as anger slowly began to fester in your gut from the stranger's attitude.

“She’ll be back in a month or two. For now, I’m the temporary bookkeeper, y/n.” You said matter of factly, watching as the blond finally turned to fully look at you. Your eyes met in a heated stare, the tension running thick through the area. Katsuki snarled, nostrils flaring slightly before he turned his back and walked away.

“Fucking asshole..” you mumbled to yourself, the weird and sudden interaction making a dull ache spark behind your eyes as you watched the back of the rude blond descend the aisle of books.

Katsuki Bakugo really, really fucking hates change. That sentiment was driven even further home as he glared at the table in front of him. He usually sat in the back of the library, the table he sat at was a little hard to find, cloistered behind two rows of shelves sitting snuggled deep in the corner. From here no one usually bothered him, he’d have a few students that would venture to the back, jumping slightly at his presence; them normally scurrying off at katsukis obvious disdain for their company. Lilian came back there sometimes as well, katsuki assumed it was to check to see if he was dead or not, a relived little smile gracing her aging face to see him still breathing, as she’d set down sweetly a cup of coffee or a nicknack or two, a smile and gruff thanks being given in gratitude.

There were well over 100 books piled onto the table and chairs katsuki mentally marked as his territory. Multi-colored sticky notes, tape, pens, and pencils were scattered about the table, him watching with a twitch as a lead pencil rolled from the desk, dropping to the carpeted floor with a small ‘clack’. He stared at the pencil unmoving, clenching and unclenching his fist. He no longer decided to ponder over why his table was currently a mess, instead choosing to let his anger consume him as he quickly turned on his heels, heading straight to the front.

You heard his heavy footsteps from a mile away, angry thuds hurdling quickly towards the desk. You looked up, being met with the intense heat of the blond staring you down, it almost made you back up in defense.

“Could you please go pick your shit up from my table?” Katsuki snarled, his pearly whites on display as he glowered down at you. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, mouth slightly open as a scoff left your mouth.

“Excuse me?” You asked bewildered, as you watched the blond's face twist in disdain even more. He took a step closer to the desk, his shadow cloaking you in shivering darkness, as you swallowed shallowly his presence making your mouth run dry.

“I said get your fucking books and pens and shit off my table you shitty fucking replacement.” His voice was cold, low, and brewing with rage. He had the decency to keep his voice to a hushed harsh whisper, the sound causing chills to run down your spine. You studied the blond for a minute, taking in his appearance. You know for sure you’ve seen him around before. Campus you’re pretty sure. Based on his overall build alone you came to the conclusion he was a hero-in-training, his clothing doing a horrible job of hiding how brawny the scruffy blond really was. He was wearing a dark forest green sweatshirt, the color contrasting with his eyes well. The khaki pants he decided to wear complimented the sweatshirt well, though you could tell he didn’t iron them. On his feet were a pair of green shoes a little off-kilter of the green in his sweatshirt but, it still sufficed. you couldn’t tell the brand, but you could tell they have been thoroughly worn. A creme-colored tote bag was hung across his body, with further inspection you could tell just like his shoes, that the bag had some semblance of wistfulness to the man.

He did a great job over covering up his exhaustion that much you could tell. Your eyes finally examined his face. He was awfully attractive, with hard-cut features, searing eyes, and soft-looking hair; if he weren’t so much of a dick you probably would’ve crumbled under the intensity of his gaze. The longer you stared the more you began to notice. His lips, albeit soft-looking, were dry and slightly chapped, his bottom lip looked like it had been gnawed on for quite some time, the flesh there looking a little raw and bloody. His eyes, pretty saffron; looked dull, sunken in almost. His bags were dark and heavy, his eyes puffy with the obvious lack of sleep. His skin looked pale, not sickly; but pale perhaps due to the dreary winter weather. You could spot no blemishes on his face only a scar running from the right side base of his jaw to the middle of his right cheek. His hair looked a bit oily it had probably been a while since the last time he washed it. It had the slightest curl in it, a strand curling prettily in front of his eye.

His relatively put-together appearance was immediately foiled by the tired, and almost slightly desperate look on his face.

“Are you just gonna fuckin’ stare at me or go get your shit?” Katsuki sneered, his barely-there patience already running thin at your inquisitive gaze. You looked like you had snapped out of your trance from his voice, a ‘tch’ leaving the blond's lips.

“I’m guessing you’re referring to the clearly occupied table in the back.” You quipped back, eyebrow raised as the male huffed a breath.

“Of course, I’m talking about about the fuckin’ table in the back. Do you see any other tables out here with your stupid office shit on it?” Katsuki rumbled, his brash words seeming to have little to no effect, as you kept your face neutral to his tirade.

“No actually-” You began, deciding not to humor his snippy rhetorical question, arms crossing over your sweater-covered chest in defiance.

“I’m in the middle of doing book inventory. You’re more than welcomed to sit anywhere else though.” A triumphant grin spreads across your face at the blonds deepening scowl. An incredulous puff of air left his lips as he stared at you for a moment longer, before turning on his heels, disappearing behind a few shelves.

Katsuki was pissed. His mood shifted gear to irritation and anger rather than somber as he sat on the dark carpet floor, close to his old table, a longing look on his face before he stubbornly leaned back against the bookshelf, snatching up the book he picked up and began reading. It had been about two and a half hours since the last time you saw the hot-headed blond. You began to wonder if he left while you had your back turned, upset with the fact you took his table. Your thoughts were immediately halted as you made your way back to the table. He was sitting a few feet from the table you had occupied, on the floor. His large frame looked bunched between the narrow walkway between the shelves. His legs were sprawled out a slight bend in his knees due to the finite amount of room he had. His back was pressed up against the bookshelf behind him, his head leaning slightly back as the book he was reading rested in his hands, eyes dancing across the page.

He looked peaceful, there were no scowls or creases on his face; the semblance of a pout caressing his bubblegum pink lips. He looked pretty like this, almost like a character straight from a novel.

“You have a starin’ problem.” The blond mumbled, his sudden voice making you jump in surprise. His eyes glanced up at you momentarily before returning back to the book.

“Sorry…I didn’t realize you were back here…” you said carefully, trying to gauge his mood in order not to piss him off. He let out a sound of an acknowledgment as you slowly made your way towards him. He didn’t even bother to look up as he moved his legs, allowing you to get to the table still piled high with books. You mumbled out a feeble thanks, a grunt being responded as you began to go through the stockpile of books. The air was quiet, the hum of the heater and sounds of pages flipping filling the area. It was a calm air, unlike the hostility from earlier.

“Sorry about earlier,” Katsuki grumbled, keeping his eyes downcast on the page, not daring to look up. His voice caught

You off guard again, body immediately turning in the wooden chair, a loud creak sounding throughout the space at your sudden movements.

“Huh?” You answered back dumbly—an irritated look flashing across the blond's face as he glanced at you, taking in your appearance. You looked to be around the same age as him, hair up and messy, a pair of glasses perched on your nose as gazed at him with a dumbstruck expression.

“You deaf or somethin’? I said m’sorry about earlier-“ his eyes flickering away from your momentarily.

“…was in a bad mood..took it out on you” Katsuki finalized, Turing his attention back to his book as he saw you straighten up your posture from his peripheral.

“S’alright…I uh...I could tell..” you trailed off, fiddling with your lanyard as you peeled at the blond through your lashes. He grunted again in acknowledgment, seemingly ending the conversation there. You stared at him for a while, curiosity clouding your mind as you watched him.

“So uh...I take it you come here often?” You asked, awkwardness seeping through your voice as you scanned another book, placing it where it belongs. It took him a while to answer, you thought he maybe didn’t hear you as you went to open your mouth again.

“Somethin' like that,” Katsuki said shortly, no longer paying attention to the book, but keeping his eyes roaming around the page. A soft hum left your mouth as you slightly turned, facing the man.

“Whatcha readin’?” You asked mindlessly, a strange comfort casting over you at his presence alone. A dark blush radiated the tips of Katsukis ears as he cleared his throat.

“Uh..the sorcerers stone..” he mumbled. An amused smile graced your face as you giggled.

“Harry Potter?” You snorted as you watched the blond's face turn into a deep scowl.

“Fuck is so funny about that?” He growled, his cheeks dusting a hue of pink out of embarrassment.

“Nothing nothing…it’s just…You don’t strike me as a Harry Potter kind of guy.” You hummed continuing to put the books away. Katsuki stayed quiet, his mood neutral as he carefully got up, cautiously making sure he didn’t accidentally kick the books as he dusted himself off. You turned at his sudden movement, watching as he gathered his things along with the book.

“You gonna keep fucking starin’ or come and check out my book?” Katsuki snapped, you rolling your eyes a bit at his attitude as you mumbled a small ‘right’, watching as he made his way to the reception desk. He didn’t stick around after you checked him out, barely responding to the farewell you administered before hastily making his way out into the cold. You watched after him, leaning across the oak desk to see him stop in the middle of the parking lot. He was looking up towards the sky, blond locks whipping in the nippy air slightly. He seemed to be thinking, a faraway look on his face as he huffed out a breath, the air being visible due to the cold, before walking off disappearing into the darkening night. You stared at the spot he stood at for a bit longer, mind replaying the events of today as you tore your gaze away from outside, beginning the process of locking up the library.

As you were locking up you made a mental note to re-read the Harry Potter series.

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Katsuki was a creature of habit. He didn’t necessarily have a schedule so to say, more so a vague picture of what he does on a day-to-day basis that revolved around the things he enjoys and necessities.

Lately, though, it seems as though he never even bothered to attempt to try and regulate his life like how it was before. The days seemed to be shortened and the nights seemed to drag on in sheaths of rolling darkness… or maybe it was just daylight savings—He hadn’t been keeping track of the days and time lately.

Katsuki didn’t want to go to class today, thankfully it was only two classes, both fairly bearable and easy. He really couldn’t afford to miss another day, his emails being bombarded by his advisors ‘bitchin' about some shit’ as he’d put it.

He believes it said something about 2 more unexcused absences and he’d be kicked out of the hero course, or something like that; he always just threw those emails in his junk folder anyway.

Today was cold, colder than it had been last week when he visited the library, it didn’t help with his mood, sluggish and a little disoriented from the mere 2-hour sleep he got that morning.

The ride to campus was as mundane as it could get, an elderly couple holding hands chatting quietly amongst each other, smiles gracing their faces. There was a mother, clearly exhausted, but nonetheless smiling and engaged as she listened carefully to her son explain some over-the-top extravagant story.

Katsuki smiled softly, painfully. He always found kids amusing, so blissfully unaware of the sins of the world. It was about 20 minutes to his campus bus stop, Katsuki deciding to take the tranquil peace of the bus as his chance to finally get a well-needed rest.

20 minutes wasn’t nearly enough time for katsuki to sleep, it felt as though he blinked and was suddenly thrust back into the reality of the real world. It took him a minute to orient himself again, giving the bus driver a tight-lipped smile as he paid his fare and stepped into the nippy winter air.

There was a familiar tune playing throughout his campus, wracking his brain for the name of the tune, mindlessly strolling to his class. There were stringy lights hung everywhere, green and red orbs of ordainments decorating the trimmed trees surrounding his school. Then, it dawned on him.

‘Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..’

“Fuck..” Katsuki murmured, the Christmas song ringing in his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he lost track of time to this extent. It was December 1st, the dragged-out year he had, began to come to a close more quickly than he had originally anticipated. He knew his mother was probably ringing his phone off the hook, trying to reach out.

It’d been a while since he last talked to her…he missed her..a lot. He hurried to his first class of the morning, anthropology. He doesn’t know why he decided to take this class, if he remembers correctly, he’s pretty sure he let Mina handle his scheduling for this semester gruffing out a ‘knock yourself out pinkie’.

It took approximately 10 minutes and 54 seconds to reach his anthropology class, mumbling complaints to himself as he sniffed harshly, cheeks and nose a cherry red from the sharp winter air. Katsuki heard Kirishima before he saw him.

“Kacchan! Dude where have you been?” Kirishima asked hurriedly, watching as Katsuki grumbled and cursed under his breath as he struggled to take off his coat.

“Home. Library.” Katsuki mumbled, finally getting the garment off as he sat down in his seat, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips as the warmth of the room began to envelop him.

“Next time text us or something! We were worried we haven’t seen you in like a week and a half!” Another voice chimed from directly behind him, as he glanced up, coming face to face with bright yellow pupils. Katsuki let out a hum of acknowledgment as Mina handed him a cup of coffee an appreciative hum given in return.

“Sorry..just been busy,” Katsuki said, as both Mina and Kirishima shared a collective look, noticing the fiery blond's current docile and introspective disposition.

“Bk…if...if you’re going through something—“

“I’m fine.” Katsuki cut off, putting on his best smirk as he sipped the hot beverage at hand.

“Don’t go all fuckin’ mushy gushy on me dumbass” he countered, hoping they couldn’t see right through him. Kirishima chuckled, throwing an arm around the blond as Mina rested her head atop katsukis beanie covered head as the two laughed. A wobbly smile sat on Katsukis face, it was an eerie smile, unsettling you could say. A blank owlish look masked by a faux grin. As Katsuki sat in silence, letting the warmth of his friends, and their laughter flutter past him he came to realize two things:

Katsuki Bakugo was alone and scared.

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It had been almost two and a half weeks since you last saw the blond-haired male with a pretty face and fiery attitude. You hate to admit that you were a little dejected not being able to see him. Despite his temperament and god-awful vocabulary, he was interesting.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was, but he intrigued you nonetheless. The chime of the door opening broke you from your thoughts, you didn’t bother looking up, as you automatically and almost robotically called out a greeting.

“Welcome, if you need any assistance just let me know.”

“Got your fuckin’ junk on my table again? Or can I go back to my rightful place?”

Your head snapped up embarrassingly fast, taking in the sight of the blond male who’s been on your mind for days now.

“Hi..” you breathed out softly, eyes taking him in. Today he was in all black. Black sweatpants, black sweatshirt, and a black beanie covering tuffs of blond that peeked from underneath. His cheeks and nose were dusted a raging pink from the harsh winds, despite the winter glow he still looked exhausted, maybe even more so than last time.

“Do you sleep?” You blurted out before you could even think, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as you stared at him wide-eyed. His expression never changed; giving you the same blank look as before.

“What’s it look like?” He asked rhetorically, an eyebrow raised in question as you cleared your throat. There was a brief silence as you took the Harry Potter book from his large hands.

“So-“ you began awkwardly, glancing up as the blond awaited your next statement.

“How was the book?” You asked, coughing awkwardly at his stoic face.

“You’re shit at small talk.” Katsuki deadpanned, as he watched your face morph into embarrassment as you mumbled out a small sorry continuing to check his book in.

He watched you silently, eyes observing you catching little things he hadn’t noticed the first time. You were wearing an ugly Christmas sweater, assuming you were already in the Christmas spirit. Your nails were painted, the tips a bright jolly red; which Katsuki actually took a great liking to. Today, your hair was down a stupid Santa hat clip pushing back the shorter pieces. Katsuki thought you looked tacky, like a kindergarten teacher. He watched as your earrings, which were in the shapes of little snowflakes jingled with every movement.

“You look like a hallmark catalog…tacky as shit” Katsuki murmured, a slight quirk to his lips as he watched your face morph into horror.

“Well, I’m sorry I’m just in the Christmas spirit!” You piped back, voice defensive and high pinched as you flared at the blond. Katsuki gave you an amused scoff, letting his eyes roam around the library. It looked like you had just began to decorate it, flashy tinsel being hung from the shelves and tables. The normal library-themed plushies, replaced by little elves and Santa plushies. He could hear the distant hum of a Christmas playlist playing throughout the library reminding him of his campus.

He glanced behind you, gazing at the messy storage boxes of Christmas decorations and a box that seemed to hold an artificial Christmas tree. Katsuki shook his head, your temperament reminding him of a toddler, as he turned around wordlessly, wandering off into the library.

You let out an abated breath as you peered down at the sweater you were wearing, a frown etching upon your lips.

“Do I really look tacky..?”

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It was about 3 hours when you saw the ashen blond next, toting his bag and two books, one being the next installment of the Harry Potter series, the other being a poetry book.

“…The teeth of the world are sharp….huh? Kinda dark don’t ya think?” You commented jokingly, handing him the book only to be met with silence. You looked up, his expression throwing you off course as you looked into his solemn eyes.

“S’ a beautiful book…” he trailed off, as he grabbed his things leaving without so much as a word. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn you saw him walk out with the remnants of tears stains adorning his flushed cheeks. After that he came back the next day, same unreadable expression adorning his face as he waltzed in with the poetry book in one hand, his tote bag nestled under his arm.

“You’re back early.” You greeted, a small smile on your face as you watched the blond watch you, eyes scanning over your appearance before handing you the poetry book.

“Yeah. Finished it last night.” He replied as you hummed softly, checking in his book. He was still standing there, analyzing you closely, his burning gaze finally enough to tear you from the book, an eyebrow cocked upward.

“…what?” You asked eyebrow raised.

“No Christmas sweater?” He spoke, eyes peering at you curiously as you bit your lip, clearing your throat.

“Uh..well..” you began as he watched you, expression blank and almost bored.

“You..you said yesterday it was tacky so I uh…I don’t know…you were probably right it was a little over the top..” you mumbled out, embarrassed you care so much about the aloof blonds opinion. Katsuki watched you momentarily as he kissed his teeth.

“Yeah, it was tacky.” He spoke, watching as your face dropped even more.

“But…it was cute.” He grumbled before walking off, hoping to the gods above you didn’t see the burning blush dusting his cheeks.

You began to see the ashen blond more frequently from then. Him coming in every day, giving you a small greeting before descending back into his little corner. You couldn’t help but smile, cheeks warming every time you saw him, heart beating just a bit faster at the first of a phantom smile he’d give you every now and then.

At a point, you even began to bring him lunch or snack if you had the extra change to spare, which the blond would happily accept, with a grunt as the two of you would eat in comfortable silence. It was the week before Christmas, the library being reasonably empty due to Christmas break, that had actually started on the 6th day of the month.

You were surprised to still see the blond poetry lover still visiting the library despite the holidays. It had been a little over a month since the first interaction with red-eyed mystery, as you began to see yourself crave his presence. Your friends thought you were ridiculous, crushing on a guy you didn’t even know the name of.

You hurried back into the library, teeth chattering as you hugged yourself carefully, the bags in your hands making an ample amount of noise through the deserted library. You shuffled to the back, a smile gracing your face as you spotted tuffs of unruly blond hair.

“Sorry It took so long, there was a line.” You mumbled, shivering in your coat as you sat down in front of the blond. A tiny smile graced his face as he looked at you, tired eyes shining with thanks.

“S’fine..” he mumbled as you smiled.

“So I didn’t know what to get you at first, but I remembered you had said something before about liking Chinese food so I got us some lo mein, fried rice, and generals chicken.” You finished, a giddy smile on your face as Katsuki watched you search through the bag of food. He gazed at you, watching as your mouth moved a mile a minute, an amused grin on his face.

“-But anyways do you want-“

“Bakugo,” Katsuki said simply, watching your face twist in confusion.

“What?” You asked curiously as the blond scoffed a laugh, reaching for the bag of food.

“Bakugo…my names Bakugo..” you stared at the blond with wide eyes, you couldn’t stop the giddy smile that crept on your face even if you tried as you nodded, biting your lip.

“Bakugo…”

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“Why are you still on campus for the holidays? Does your family live around here?” You asked absentmindedly, eyes focused on the cheap chopsticks that were slightly splintered. There was a small silence in the air, causing you to look up curiously at bakugo. He was leaning on his hand, a small frown on his face as he childishly picked at his food.

“Could ask you the same question.” He cut off, his retort rendering you wide-eyed, as katsuki mentally applauded himself for deflecting the uncomfy question.

“Well…money’s tight right now….I live off-campus, I have books I need to pay, extra courses I need to take…I wouldn’t be able to afford to see my family…” you answered, katsuki couldn’t quite place the emotion on your face. If he had to guess he’d say you had a look of content, acceptance almost.

“Why not ask your old folks for cash or somethin’ “ he murmured, stuffing his face with an ample amount of overly greasy lo mein. You shrugged, leaning back onto the small wooden chair you were currently sitting in.

“Doesn’t feel right…they’ve done enough for me already…plus it’s only this time, I should be able to make it back home for spring break though” you said a matter of factly.

“What about here?” Bakugo pushed, raising an arched eyebrow as you mimicked his expression, head tilting in curiosity.

“What about here?” You parroted only for katsuki to click his tongue in annoyance, irritation bubbling in his eyes.

“Ya work here right?” Katsuki replied obviously, as he watched you chuckle a bit, your nose scrunching up as your giggles reverberated throughout the library.

“I’m just a shitty fucking replacement remember?” You giggled, watching as Bakugos face morphed from confusion to a bright cherry red.

“I said I was sorry didn’t I!?” He snapped back a bit louder than intended, the obvious hints of embarrassment lacing through his voice as the tips of his ears burned crimson.

“I’m fucking with you-” you gasped through giggles as bakugo sneered at you, averting his eyes in embarrassment as you began to calm down your laughing fit. There was another brief silence that encased the room, comfortable and warm.

“….you should stay..” katsuki murmured through the silence, his eyes briefly cutting up to you before averting his gaze quickly as you turned to him a little stunned.

“Finally warming up to me huh?” You teased as the blond finally looked at you. No sneer or glare present in his face, only the aloof emotionless expression you’ve gotten used to and the smallest semblance of a grin.

“Yeah…something like that.”

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“Let’s take a walk.” Was the first thing Bakugo had said to you the very next day. At first, you laughed, not taking his outlandish request seriously, only for the blond to sneer at you, asking the question once again with an array of colorful words.

“Bakugo I’m in the middle of working..” you replied slowly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You dumbass who else is in here besides me and you? You’re like a fucking hermit crab in this damn dusty place” katsuki replied, watching you as you weighed your options. You finally looked at the blond, a sigh falling from your lips as you rolled your eyes, grabbing your coat.

“Fine; but if something goes down while I’m gone I’m blaming you.” You warned eyes narrowed on the blond as he rolled his eyes waving you off.

“Whatever. Hurry the hell up before I change my mind.” He snipped, hastily walking back out into the snowy terrain. You followed closely beside the blond, hands dug deep in the pockets of your coat teeth clattering due to the chill.

“Can't believe I'm out here in below-freezing weather..” you whined as katsuki looked at you. Katsuki had grown to accept his attraction to you a couple of weeks ago. You were pretty; no…that wasn’t it. You were gorgeous, beautiful warm; the embodiment of everything he wasn’t. He couldn’t quite figure you out; curious as to how you were able to handle him, like a flame to wicker. You were all smiles, pretty lashes, soft lips, horrendous boasts of laughter; it made him feel warm and gooey; like honey stuck to the bottom of a teacup. He hated it. He hated how, in such a short amount of time you managed to wiggle your way into his life, sticking to him like a stubborn stain.

“You wanna celebrate Christmas with me?” You asked curiously, eyes staring at nothing in particular as you continued your pace. Katsuki raised an eyebrow, silence taking over as you finally looked up.

“-if you’re staying on campus I mean…I…I really don’t want to be alone this year” you chuckled nervously, scratching your cheek as you tried to bury yourself deeper into your coat.

“I could be a serial killer,” Katsuki replied, staring at you intently before you smiled, bright and amused.

“I would guess that if you were a serial killer, you would’ve already killed me considering how easily I seem to annoy you.” You smiled as katsuki scoffed shaking his head.

“What’s in it for me?”

“You speak as though celebrating Christmas is a chore.” You hummed.

“I’m not getting you anything,” Katsuki said simply as you shrugged, unbothered by the blond's apprehension.

“S’okay…I’m not asking you to” you chuckled as Bakugo rolled his eyes shaking his head, mumbling something incoherent under his breath. A comfortable silence elapsed the two, until katsuki finally spoke up, the gnawing question he had festering in the back of his throat.

“Why?” He whispered, the word being lost among the snowfall as you looked at him momentarily.

“Why what?” You hummed, as you watched Bakugos face turn a deep red.

“Why do you wanna celebrate Christmas with me?” He answered rather quickly, as you averted your gaze, pondering the question momentarily before smiling softly.

“I like you Bakugo.”

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Rare photo of me and Ken on a date<33

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-Let Me Make You Mine| S. Rintarou

-Suna x Fem!Reader

-wc:1.5k

Cw: Mutual pinning, friends to lovers, the teeniest amount of angst, suna is so in love, hickeys and kisses, fluff..sm fluff, no specifics are mentioned but reader has curly hair, brown eyes and can be interpreted as chubby,very suggestive so..under 17 DNI, unedited<3

Her clothes were damp, but at this moment she couldn’t particularly find it within herself to care. Dewy sod laid beneath her stagnant body, eyes wide and glossy staring up wistfully at the peppering wisteria petals that fell like vicious sleet.

Peeks of glittering constellations and the Phthalocyanine blue seams of the bewitching hour gave stage to the brimming planetoid, whose brilliance seemed to encase the enormity of the wisteria nursery.

Wet lashes and innocent eyes gazed longingly up above ,beyond the plains of humanly existence; before briefly searching its peripheral for the cause of such a tranquil twilight.

His expression was equally as woolgathering, laurel green eyes marveling with childlike wonder at the almost fanciful terrain, while olfactory nerves inhaled the musky scent of the blooming wisterias.

Umber colored strands of hair became wet with condensation, sticking to the pallid males forehead in a manner that made him look effortlessly ethereal.

There was a hum in the air, willowy whispers and fleeting giggles, hushed confessions of what once was, and the low murmur of crickets and cicadas through the grassy plane.

The quintessential objective for the descent into the little wisteria oasis, cloistered far in the confines of their childhood neighborhood, was long gone.

Remnants of the lapsed picnic were straggled along the strawberry colored gingham cloth, in memories of spilled;half drunken ramunes, jelly stick wrappers,half eaten cake and clipped giggles.

This was the looming day, the desolate night, of the last day of the sweltering summer solstice, the impending night before her jubilation marooned.

“I cant believe it….the olympics..” y/n sighed, a dopey smile spreading across her face as she glanced at suna, who still was blissfully gazing at the twinkling stella. Suna quirked a brow, mischief gleaming in his pale irises, a Cheshire grin plastering across his lips.

“You tryna doubt my skills girl?” He challenged, a saccharine chuckle leaving the girls lips, as she turned her body, which was now adorned with grass and specs of soil; white sun dress sticking to her damp skin uncomfortably,the once white lace and chiffon of the dress now turning into an irritating cream. She reached a nimble hand up, sinlessly flicking the male on the forehead.

“No rin” she chuckled expectantly, grinning sheepishly at her childhood best friend, who gave her an empty glare, a pout resonating on his bubble gum pink lips, hands coming up to rub the slightly red spot on his forehead.

“I’m so proud of you..” y/n said, voice lowering in a soft whisper, laced with nostalgia and an overwhelming horde of emotions.

She gazed at the brown haired male, gaze unprecedentedly soft, looking at him as though he, himself created the cosmos. It was a look that always made suna weak. Cheeks and ears dusting a light pink at the look that was reserved for him; only him. Suna gazed back, eyes glossing over with pure admiration and unrequited love, a phantom smile ghosting across his lips as the two basked in each other’s overwhelming presence.

“Thank you..” suna began, voice beginning to waver as he turned his body as well, head being supported by hands that were abused from years of toilsome work.

“For everything…you..you were always there-here…with me..and I-..I just..” he rambled, words coming out of his mouth faster than he could comprehend, heart beating tumultuous against his ribcage being in the presence of the love of his life.

“Thank you..” he finally breathed out, voice breathy with appreciation as he watched y/n closely, branding her image into his mind. Y/n smiled unstably, eyes beginning to blur with the tears of an unrequited, unspoken love. Y/n was selfish. Deep down she didn’t want suna to leave, she wanted him to stay, continue on with the longing gazes, fleeting touches, loaded words; daydreams of what could be. It had been that way for as long as she could remember, the two blissfully unaware of the other’s unadulterated feelings, brushing off aimed comments about the two with:

‘We’re just friends’

Or

‘She doesn’t see me that way’

However, as selfish as y/n l/n was suna was no saint either. If you asked suna, he’d shamelessly admit that he didn’t want anyone else but him to see y/n in her current state. Doe eyes glossy and wide, stare beautiful, he didn’t know whether he wanted to hold her close and divulge his heart wrenching love, or hold her close fucking her lights out turning her into even more of a damp mess. Regardless of the latter, the two had so many unspoken words towards each other.

“I….Rin..” y/n whimpered, blinking once, then thrice before her bottom lip jutted out almost comically, the pink flesh quivering slightly as she sniffed repeatedly finally letting her tears fall freely. Suna was quick to react, lithe hands reaching up quickly, grabbing the crying girls face.

“Shhh, hey..hey sweetheart what’s wrong?” Suna cooed, worry laced in his voice as y/n felt her heart lurch at the nickname suna had been using since they were kids.

“Talk to me..” he said softly, thumbs wishing away the salty tears as his other fingers massaged the thick tuff of messy curls on the nape of her neck.

“Ya know I won’t be gone for too long…I’m always gonna come back to ya’…I promise“ suna chuckled softly, searching y/n’s glassy eyes as he ran the pad on his thumb over her wet lashes. Y/n shook her head softly, self incriminatingly melting into the soft touch.

“Rin…I…I cant keep pretending I don’t feel what I feel towards you…” y/n began, voice quivering, eyes vulnerable and desperate.

“You’ve had my heart from d-day one and..my god I’m so in love with you it h-hurts so bad sometimes” y/n sobbed, tears now falling endlessly. To say suna was speechless was an understatement, normally he’d have a teasing remark to shoot back as a rebuttal, but for the first time in his life he was stunned speechless.

“I was so scared to…to ruin our friendship! I-I! Rin you mean so much to me I-“

“You talk a lot when you’re nervous” suna sniffed, misty eyes blinking to prevent salty tears from rolling down his heated cheeks as a wobbly smile adorned his lips. He caressed y/n’s cheeks softly, a teasing smile overcasting his wet eyes as he leaned forward, placing his forehead onto y/n’s.

“So beautiful..” he mumbled, eyes darting across the crying females face.

“You’ve always been my girl” suna whispered, eyes shutting for a second to bask in y/n’s warmth.

“Always been my baby…” he continued, eyes opening to catch y/n’s equally as watery ones.

“….can I kiss you?” Suna breathlessly asked, heart beating feral as he anticipated a response. A thoughtless nod was all suna needed to lunge forward, pressing his lips softly against y/n’s as he pulled her close, hand cupping the back of her neck.

Clashes of teeth and soft flesh slotted against one another as the two shared a heated kiss. It was messy, surely not one of the most textbook kisses, but it was perfect regardless.

Y/n fingers gripped the fabric of sunas hoodie with a heady desperation, almost as though if she let go, he’d fade away into nothing but a mere memory. A soft whimper left her lips as suna bit down on the supple flesh of y/n’s kiss swollen lips, green eyes gazing intimidatingly into brown ones with a heated intensity.

There was a beat of silence between the two, heavy desperate pants filling the once quiet space, heated breath fanning wet lips as suna leaned forward, ghosting his lips over y/n’s, enticing a small whimper from the girl.

“Baby..” suna whispered, warm breath wracking a shiver down y/n’s spine as he closed his eyes momentarily, breathing heavily through his nose before pushing y/n into his lap, legs straddling his nimble waist.

A breath of surprise left y/n’s parted lips at the sudden compromising position.

“You smell so good..” suna mumbled mindlessly, hooded eyes blown with what one could describe as pure desire. He probed the junction of y/n’s neck with his nose, inhaling her sweet scent, a content sigh falling from his lips.

“Rin..” y/n whined, shaky hands coming to ground themselves is tuffs of unruly brown hair, pulling suna impossibly closer.

“I know…” he mumbled, hands rubbing dimpled thighs soothingly, as his fingers graced their way up, childishly lifting her dress up, peering at the sheer material of her underwear that peeked from under the fabric.

A warm palm rested on y/n’s now exposed stomach, slowly trailing down, causing a visceral reaction from the girl as his fingers ghosted over her warm mound.

Suna peered up at y/n through his lashes, sights landing upon y/n’s wide desperate eyes, expression near fucked out at his heavy feather light touches. Soft lips lay claim on the soft supple junction of y/n’s clavicle, nipping the skin teasingly as a chocked breath left y/n’s lips.

“My pretty girl….” He whispered, lips sucking dark bruises onto her soft skin.

“Let me make you mine baby”

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No thoughts head empty. Brat tamer!kei? Yeah. Brat tamer!kei<33

Cw: suggestive?, no smut but heavily implied, +17, kei being a fucking asshole, A penis is mentioned like once, This has been sitting in the drafts collecting dust:/,Readers a bit of a brat idk it’s very self indulgent, unedited<333

“Just admit you like me” he inquired, an amused scoff passing from his lips that were currently upturned in a condescendingly sweet smirk. A pointed look made its way across your face, brows beginning to furrow in irritation as you peered at the smirking man, that was having way too much fun for his own good.

“Do you ever just shut the fuck up? Like actually?” You huffed incredulously, eyes narrowing at the towering middle blocker. Tsukishima shrugged, hands moving to grip the top of the doorframe, his eyes focusing on you.

“ ‘casionally” he replied, that same mockingly sweet smirk only growing on his face. You stared at him momentarily, irritation bubbling in the pit of your gut.

“Move...” you sighed, eyes still hard in a glare as tsukishima chuckled a bit.

“Ouuu feisty I’m so scared” he mocked, waving his hands dramatically, feigning fear.

“Kei-“

“My name sounds so fucking hot coming from you” he interjected, his smirk only growing at the bewildered look casting over your features.

“For the love of god what is your motherfucking problem” you seethed as tsukishima lifted an eyebrow.

“You have such a dirty mouth..” he began, smirk faltering just a bit as his eyes traced your lips slowly,eyes making their way back up to yours.

“You’re unbearable you know that?” You cried out, frustration beginning to take toll on your once calm demeanor. Yamaguchi was probably worrying right now, you were supposed to be back with his microeconomics book over 20 minutes ago.

Tsukishima stayed silent at your outburst, carefully letting his eyes roam your demeanor.

“Every fucking time we get in the same vicinity you act like you lost your god damn mind” you ranged, tsukishima switching his position on the doorframe, shoulder leaning against it as his hands found their way to the pocket of his sweat pants.

“You act like a fucking incel sometimes you know? You have so much bullshit to say when you know you aren’t even fucking packing” you hissed, venom dripping from your tongue as you stared up at the male.

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow in amusement, a toothy smirk casting on his pretty pink lips as his tongue poked his cheek.

“Oh yeah?” He asked simply, voice leveled, as his eyes looked down upon you.

“Yeah” you murmured, heart beating against your chest wildly at the shift in atmosphere. Tsukishima continued to look at you, head tilted up and to the side a bit, eyebrow still raised as he analyzed you.

You looked away from him quickly, praying to god his years of being a middle blocker wouldn’t be your downfall.

He stepped away from the doorframe, catching your attention; hands still in his pocket as he stood directly infront of you, him towering over you. He bent down to your height, eyes coming level with his. His face was eerily calm, as he looked at you.

“You done?“ he asked softly, a stark contrast to his earlier condescending tone. Your voice was caught in your throat, as you struggled to find your voice staring at him with your mouth slightly agape.

“I asked you something.” He said matter of factly, as he awaited your response. You managed to nod your head in a feeble yes throat going dry at the close proximity.

“Y/n I’m not playing with you, next time you let some slick shit fall out you’re mouth like that you better remember who your talking to....we got an understanding?” He asked, eyes searching your face as you looked away only for slender finger to snap in your face.

“Eyes on me you know that...now do I make myself clear baby?” Tsukishima asked once again, irritation beginning to grow in his pretty face as you swallowed thickly.

“...y...yes kei..” you mumbled, playing with your fingers as you submitted to the blond.

“That’s my good girl” he smirked, fingers coming up to run through your hair, as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You were his good girl.

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I really need someone to beta read something for me that I’m writing about katsuki…it’s a whole ass character study but i don’t feel too confident about it☹️

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T*sumu hate club🥳🤞🏻

A/n

YES! Y/N IS BLACK.

Osamu and Atsumu have known y/n since middle school:)

Y/n became friends with sakusa after she came to visit Atsumu at his training camps in high school.

Sakusa is y/n’s roommate:)

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This is a hq smau I’m working on...idrk where I’m going with this but yeah Here’s like a little sneak peek😃

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[kur0m1bab3]

Keijis Wattpad account😼

A/N

These three have known eachother since highschool

Kenmas fans got so comfortable with Suna crashing almost every live stream, that they started to ship the two. Now there is an unhealthy amount of sunken smut on the internet

All three live together

Akaashi is the only stable one<3

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[kur0m1bab3]

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓.

The fruitful mid-day rays of the relentless Californian sun shone down remorselessly onto the Valencia orange trees, aligned ornately into groves.

sweet smelling Citrus sinensis suffocated the air in the light familiarity of hazy summer days and midnight snacks.

oppressive sea breezes kissed the fronds of the fruitful orange trees, causing for a paltry sway of the leaves to leave a minor hum in the air, along with the boisterous songs of bluebirds and cicadas. Sitting idly, perched between two specifically large orange trees sat Keiji keiji, who's gaze pranced around from the scenic view of the orange grove, to the worn down leather notebook sitting quietude among the old, tattered down black metal patio table. The calligraphy pen, resting between his middle and pointer finger, tapped on the rusted metal table softly, adding a harmonious component to the customary symphony of summer. A soft sigh left the young man's mouth, as his gaze transfixed on the man-made dirt road, bellowing in numerous paths through the vast grove.

May was the last month of growing season for navel oranges and tangerines. It was a seemingly good season for those two fruits, considering the countless times profits almost dwindled due to Mother Nature's tampering on the weather. Despite sales being great this quarter, keiji was not,too thrilled about the ridiculous rush they were about to receive once June hit. June was the start of Valencia Orange season, the Akaashi’s best selling item at the grove. The Akaashi family had owned this grove for generations. Stories always being told to keiji when he was younger about his heroine great,great,great, great grandfather, who snuck a single orange seed aboard a ship, taking prisoners from japan to America for labor, and planted it, an orange tree sprouting over night buying his great grandfather times 4 his freedom. Looking back keiji chuckled at the outlandish stories, not believing how gullible children really were, him being a prime example.

In the midst of his thoughts, keijis eyes somehow wandered over to the very end of the large grove. Despite the distance, keiji could make out 2 of 4 buildings that sat at the horizon of the lush forest of acidc fruits. The guesthouses, and the packaging house. The red-clay colored Spanish styled villa structures contrasted almost too perfectly against the panoramic view of the grove. keiji let out a slightly annoyed breath, absolutely dreading the growing season to come. keiji was seemingly brought back to reality rather quickly, by the bellowing of his name from a short distance. His eyebrow raised in minor curiosity as he turned his head, eyes looming over the bright landscape, in search of that oh so familiar voice.

"keiji!" The voice called once more, only this time, much closer allowing keiji to exactly pinpoint and discern who, and where the voice came from. A small grin formed at the corner of the young adults lips as he chuckled a bit.

"I'm over here mom" he said softly, only loud enough for her to hear, as he watched the lush greenery beside him carefully, anticipating for the reveal of his mother, Hanako. Just as suspected, a large straw hat came into view before anything else, the sight producing keiji to grin widely as he rested his chin on his palm, watching his mother in amusement struggle to carry a large wicker basket filled to the brim with assorted citric fruit.

"Love bug...where ya'been all day? I wanted you to help me pick the last of this seasons pick" Hanako huffed out, slightly out of breath as she pulled off the obnoxiously colored garden gloves from her small hands, placing the gloves under her underarm as she wiped a thin layer of sweat from her tanned forehead. keiji smiled a bit, gazing at his mom in amusement.

"Oh you were serious?" keiji chuckled a bit as his mother huffed out once more shaking her head, pulling the chair across from keiji from under the black table, plopping down into the metal chair with a soft thud.

"Obviously keiji" Hanako mumbled shaking her head once more, removing the extravagant straw hat adorned with wacky colored artificial flowers, from her head.

"Where's Kelly? I thought he always helped you pick?" keiji asked, reaching over into his satchel, that was sitting on the lush green grass. He grabbed a water bottle from the leather bag, handing the cool beverage to his mother, who's cheeks were beet red from the obvious time spent in the sweltering California heat.

"I—let him have paternity leave...his wife,

maya—you remember maya? pretty black lady-? Yeah she just had their first born" Hanako explained out of breath, from quickly chugging the water bottle keiji had gifted her. keiji hummed in understanding, carding a hand through his wind tousled hair.

"How long will he be gone?" keiji mumbled, reaching over to the wicker basket, gently grabbing a small tangerine, beginning to peel the vibrant fruit, as his eyes darted between his mother, down to the small fruit currently being nestled by his hands.

"I gave him 5 months...but I'm starting to think that's not enough.."Hanako trailed off, topping off her water bottle as she let her eyes glance from the plush green grass to her son.

"Are you excited about this growing season?" Hanako asked curiously, crossing her nimble legs waiting silently for keiji to answer as He scoffed popping a piece of the cool tangerine into his mouth.

"Thrilled...oh yes mother, I'm so entirely thrilled on having to share my living spaces with complete strangers for the duration of summer." keiji smiled sarcastically as his mother waved him off, letting her elbow rest upon the rusty table.

"Oh you're being dramatic.."Hanako chuckled, raising an eyebrow of amusement at her son as keiji leaned back, letting his arms rest behind his head, the small gold chain around his wrist slightly shifting downward onto his arm.

"I absolutely despise waking up to go eat breakfast, and there are complete strangers eating out of MY bowls and drinking out of MY cups, eating the breakfast MY mother cooked for me-" keiji began as he held out his hand, offering his mother a slice of the acerbic fruit, her happily accepting it as she popped it in her mouth, a small chuckle leaving her lips.

"Call me selfish" keiji shrugged, smirking a bit popping the last slice of the acute orange in his mouth as his mother shook her head, a hearty laugh erupting from her as she shook her head.

"It's a bed and breakfast keiji!" His mother exclaimed in amusement as keiji just smiled.

"I know ma I know...I just hating having people around...it's normally just me and you ya know?" keiji confessed as his mother hummed softly, letting her eyes trail over to the guest houses that connected to the main house by a series of dirt paved walkways and narrow steps.

"You know..." Hanako began to babble, her gaze still being transfixed on the clay colored buildings as she tapped her fingers on the armrest of the chair, creating a soft thudding sound.

"You're brothers are planning to move back here.." Hanako trailed off as keiji raised an eyebrow.

"What?" keiji scoffed in slight disbelief as Hanako pursed her cherry colored lips, turning her gaze back to her youngest son as she nodded.

"Yeah...kou called me...he told me him and tooru were moving back" Hanako trailed off as keiji scoffed crossing his arms, his one chipper mood quickly going sour.

"...why?" His bitter tone catching Hanako off guard as keiji held an unpleasant grimace on his face.

Hanako shrugged softly, bringing her thumb to her mouth biting on the nail softly as she gazed at keiji.

"I'm not sure...he didn't specify" Hanako said slowly, almost as if she was trying to piece together the honestly surprising load of information.

keiji abruptly stood up, the sudden shift in atmosphere caused Hanako to jump slightly, her eyes narrowing into concerned half moons as keiji began to gather his things.

"I need a walk" keiji muttered, leaving his mother to her own dismay as he began his departure off his family's grove.

"June First"

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[kur0m1bab3]

Having serious writers block rn. I’m trying to finish the cherrychaser!hawks series I wanna do but my brain is drained. Send in smut and/ or thirst ab…anyone; my hero, haikyu, Tokyo revengers( this is so good) SEND THEM PLZ<33

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[kur0m1bab3]

𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒.

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"𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞,

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚."

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𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 𝐀𝐔

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥

𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

Chapter 1: June first

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[kur0m1bab3]

𝐓𝐚𝐠! 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭!

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[kur0m1bab3]

Who should I lewd next? I have something in the drafts buts it’s fairly...vanilla. Send in asks and characters! I don’t have any hard limits so anything goes really! Please send in ask my mind is so horny rn for some beefy men:(

-kur0m1

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