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the villain - shota aizawa

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Shota Aizawa x Fem. Reader | Smut

Prompt: Roleplay

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+, slight violence if you squint, language

A/N: Ok this one turned out cute I think! Reader has a quirk called Hide, which allows them to turn invisible.

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You're pretending to be the villain. How long can you hold out?

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“So you think it’s a terrible idea?” You asked, raising a brow at the man in front of you. Shota rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter in your shared apartment. 

“I never said that.” He stated. “I said, I think it’s a terrible idea unless it’s in an enclosed space.” 

“It can be enclosed!” You exclaimed, grinning widely. You were definitely taking this as a victory. It was his turn to raise an eyebrow at you. 

“And where would that be?” 

You blanked, freezing as you tried to think as quickly as possible. Shota waited patiently, although a smug look began to grow on his face. 

You snapped, tilting your head in another grin. “Your training room should work.”

He hummed, before shrugging in agreement. You nearly squealed, embracing the man in a hug. Really, he was happy to indulge you. It wasn’t like you were the only one benefiting from this, after all. 

And that’s how you ended up in this little… predicament. 

You, stupidly, had thought Shota would go easy on you. The training room was bigger than you thought, set up with places to hide. He wasn’t much for talking, which made this a lot harder.

Heroes liked to monologue, to give speeches about justice, and he was just silently chasing you down. It was exhilarating, though you knew he would catch you eventually. 

You were panting with exertion already, your head beginning to pound from the overuse of your quirk. You peeked out from your hiding place, spotting him directly in the middle and squeaking as his eyes immediately darted to you. 

You ducked, out of his field of view yet again, and activated your quirk. Your invisibility was extremely useful against Shota- who needed to see you in order to stop you. 

A loud snap sounded just above you, your eyes widening as you watched it just barely miss. His binding cloth retreated back into his hand, and you could practically see the gears in his head turning as he tried to guess where you would be. 

You darted off as he looked in an opposite direction, but his head snapped to where the floor was indented with your footprints. Damn training-room floors, you grimaced. You squealed as the cloth shot out towards you once more, dropping to the floor to avoid it. 

In doing so, you stopped focusing on your quirk- now visible. 

“Gotcha.” Shota grinned, like a predator finally catching its prey. His hair began to float, eyes turning a bright red and stopping your quirk. 

Exhaling, trying to ignore the way the sight of him like that made your heart beat faster, you scrambled upwards. Your feet carried you to the left before you thought about it. He was quick, but you were too. 

Before you could get too much farther, he swung the cloth- wrapping it perfectly around your wrist. You struggled as he teasingly reeled you in. An idea hit you, and you almost laughed aloud at the thought. 

“Let go of me, hero!” You cried, struggling harder against the cloth. 

Shota paused, lips twitching as he nearly laughed. Instead, he forced them into a scowl. “No.”

You deadpanned. That was it?

He squinted, unsure of what else to add before he just sighed. Shota, before you could think about it any longer, had your entire body wrapped in the cloth. A slight scream left your mouth as you came whirling toward him, dizzy and wide eyed by the time he had fully pulled you over.

“Your life of crime is over, villain.” Shota said flatly, though he managed to give you his fiercest glare. You appreciated the effort and attempted to put on your best acting face. 

“Please!” You begged, eyes big and watering as you looked at him. “Isn’t there anything I can do to get out of this?” You batted your eyes. 

Shota deadpanned at you, and you were having a hard time fighting back your smile. 

“I can think of one thing.” Was his reply. This time, you could tell he was fighting the eye roll. His face was neutral, although the kiss that he pulled you into was nothing but searing. You smiled into it, lips moving perfectly against his own. 

“I think I understand,” You pretended to sniffle, attempting to frown as he pulled away. 

“Good.” Shota murmured curtly. The cloth around your arms and waist tightened, keeping you bound. 

“I’m going to unwrap you now.” He murmured, closing his eyes briefly as they were dry. Your quirk was restored, but you made no move to get away. “If you attempt to escape,” He glared, lifting his chin. “I won’t go easy on you.”

Oh. 

Those words shot straight to your core. Part of you wanted to run away just to see what would happen, but you stayed still. He withdrew the cloth, and you flexed your arms as they were freed. 

“I understand,” You breathed, sighing happily into the kiss that he pulled you into. You hummed against him, hands coming to his chest. Shota’s grip was on your hips, and he drew small circles on them with his thumbs.

He grew a bit rougher with you, pushing you onto the floor. His teeth nipped at your neck, leaving small purple marks where he sucked on your skin. You were already making sounds for him, little noises that had him struggling to focus. 

“You’re so responsive,” He murmured in your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Your face flushed in embarrassment. 

“Sorry,” You said quickly, but Shota shook his head. 

“Don’t be. I like it.” You were as red as a tomato at his response. Shota was so matter-of-fact when he spoke, and for some reason it never quit catching you off guard. 

He pulled and prodded at your body, taking his time as his hands explored every inch you offered him. A content hum left your mouth as his lips pressed to your neck, leaving soft kisses all the way down to your collarbone. 

Your hands tangled in his hair, the man letting out a low groan when you tugged on it. His eyes opened, a playful glare in them. You gave an innocent smile, sucking in a breath as he unzipped your hero costume. 

He tossed it to the side with little care after peeling it off of you. He was back on top of you then, lips attaching to your breast as you sat up to help him. A soft moan left your mouth, the hand not holding him up trailing down your body. 

You responded in kind, tugging on his shirt to get him to take it off. Reluctantly, he sat up and did as you asked. You watched him like a hawk, not wanting to miss any detail. You tilted your head to the side in a grin when he gave you a chiding look. 

“It’s not polite to stare, y’know.” Shota grumbled. 

You shrugged, raising your eyebrows and eyes flickering to your rather unclothed form. “Is that so?” You teased, leaning back to give him a bit of a show. You spread your legs, giving the most innocent look you could muster. 

You could physically see his resolve crumble, even though the man tried so hard not to let it show on his face. He didn’t respond, but the way he tensed and crawled on top of you was response enough. 

The kiss he pulled you into was burning, all tongue and teeth as he left you gasping for air. You were dripping for him, could feel it even for the half hour that the two of you were chasing one another. 

He gave you a squeeze, mouth on yours as his hand dipped down to your core. He tested how wet you were, and you could feel the way his lips twitched a bit- fighting back a smirk. You repaid the favor by fumbling for his belt, tugging it down. 

You pulled away, struggling to focus when his hand worked his magic. You were biting your lip to hold back moans, although a sigh of relief nearly left you when you finally got his damn pants down.

Shota just watched you, trying not to look entertained. Your eyes were drawn to the way he was already throbbing for you, the tip of his cock a pretty red. You wrapped your hand around the length, stroking him in time to his own pace. 

He shuddered at the first contact, the muscles of his stomach tensing. You moaned as he slipped a finger inside of you, picking up the pace. Your breathing was heavy, face contorting as you struggled to be quiet. 

“Sho,” You panted, a whine escaping you as he inserted another finger. 

“I’m listening.” He teased, through his own half-lidded eyes. 

“Fuck me already.” You pleaded softly, begging him with your eyes. Shota’s posture stiffened, and he groaned before pulling you into a kiss. 

He was quick to oblige, lifting your hips a bit to get a good position. The head of his cock teased through your folds, both of you watching intently as he rubbed against you. 

Almost painfully slowly, he pushed into you. Your hands struggled to find purchase on the floor, mouth dropping open as he finally bottomed out. He began to move after that. The pace he set increased, both of you moaning in unison as he pulled out and pushed back in. 

“Ho-holy shit-” You panted, arching into him. 

He was as much of a mess for you as you were for him, strands of hair hanging in his face as he slammed into you. Shota’s eyes were on you, drawn in by the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. 

“So good,” You whined, far more vocal than he was. 

Spurred by your sounds, a hand moved to your clit. You clenched around him, hips bucking as his pace never slowed. His fingers expertly rolled your clit, and your body trembled beneath him. Your hips bucked against his own, a sinful moan falling from your lips.

Your eyes closed, the pleasure a bit too much. He knew you were getting close- if the way your walls began to flutter around his cock were any indication. He was too, grunting as he practically drilled into you. 

As his pace increased, so did the pace of his fingers, and you were gripping onto the floor like it was a lifeline. The word ‘fuck’ left your lips over and over again, whining and crying out as you felt yourself growing closer and closer. 

“Wanna make you cum, sweetheart.” Shota’s voice was quiet, focused on the task at hand as he watched your face. His own was contorted with desire, the sounds you made just for him were enough to nearly drive him over the edge- but he waited. 

His words did the trick, the rare pet name catching you off guard enough that it had you falling, hurtling over the edge. 

You called his name, cunt clenching around his cock. He kept the pace, working you through your orgasm as he allowed himself to near his own. 

His name was a prayer on your lips, encouraging and loving as you urged him to fall with you. He hissed, hips stuttering as his body twitched. Shota’s grip on your thigh would most definitely leave a bruise, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Still sensitive, you whimpered as he pushed as deep as he could into you. His dick twitched inside of you, the remnants of his orgasm wracking his body. 

After a moment passed, he pulled out of you and you winced. The oversensitivity had you clenching around nothing. 

Exhausted, Shota laid on the floor next to you. Before you could even think to protest at the lack of affection, he pulled you on top of him. You sighed happily, pressing a kiss to his jaw. 

“Definitely a great idea.” You grinned smugly.

[seraphhskies]

bad end - jumin han

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Jumin Han x Fem. Reader | Smut

Prompt: Collaring

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Bad end route (iykyk), 18+, language, dark implications (but presented in a fluffy way)

A/N: This is one of my favorite pieces for this month! I hope you enjoy, hopefully more will come at a later date!

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Soft kisses were being peppered on your skin, your neck laid bare for the man behind you. A collar was in his hands. A deep, dark red that contrasted your skin tone deliciously. The white dress that Jumin had chosen for you fit you perfectly, your partner taking his time and admiring you.

Your hands were already bound, willingly- of course. Your shoes, the same deep red as the ribbons and collar, were linked. Long enough that you could walk and move, but short enough that running wasn’t an option. 

Jumin’s hands were gentle and soft. He moved your hair out of the way, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You look exquisite, my dear.” He murmured in your ear. You shuddered, heat pooling in your stomach. 

Nothing about this was healthy, a voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to leave, that he shouldn’t be doing this. Yet, as his hand ever so gently traced your skin, that voice disappeared. 

Jumin loved you. You were safe, as long as you were with him.

The collar was beautiful, you had gasped in awe when he brought it out. As he placed it around your neck, making sure that it wasn’t too tight before clasping it, he spoke reassuring words into your ear. 

“Thank you, sir.” Your voice felt small, but you meant every word. 

Jumin smiled slightly, pleased at your response. He hadn’t even had to tell you what to do. 

“How clever.” He practically cooed in your ear, turning you around to face him. His eyes were gentle, but there was a darkness there that you had never noticed before. Had it always been there? 

You smiled, a bit of pride in your chest at his praise. 

“You must remember,” He began, voice firm. “Wear these shoes at all times. You may not go past the kitchen, or the alarms will go off. I will not lose you like…” He trailed off, but you knew exactly who he meant.

Elizabeth the Third. You frowned, heart aching to reassure him that you would never leave. It bothered you deeply that you had never found the poor cat. Although, Zen had some unkind words to say about the cat’s disappearance.

You cupped his face. “I will not go anywhere.” You promised. “I belong with you.”

Jumin smiled, pressing a kiss to your palm. “What a lovely pet you are.” He replied. “These are simply precautions,” He murmured, drawing you close. “I must keep you safe, dear.”

“I know you’ll protect me.” You breathed, utterly entranced by him. His hand came up to stroke your hair, a feeling that had you leaning into his touch. Every time he touched you, you felt as though you would never get enough. 

“Good girl.” He hummed, a dangerously handsome tilt to his grin. 

Your heart felt as though it were beating a mile a minute, threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment. Then, you thought of something that caused you to frown.

Jumin noticed immediately, hands going to your arms in concern. “What’s bothering you, darling?”

“Am I…” You paused, unsure how to phrase the question. “Am I going to have to sleep in the shoes?” 

He stared at you for a moment, before a smile appeared on his face. “Of course not, pet. You’ll just be locked in the room. I will put them back on you in the morning and you will be free to roam.” 

You sighed in relief, nodding. 

“You will sleep with me, in here.” He continued, and you smiled. “Do you have any more questions, my dear?” Jumin asked, his shoulders relaxing. You had never seen him so calm, a sense of pride filling you- knowing that it was your love and reassurance that was the cause.

“No sir.” You shook your head. 

He rewarded you with a chaste kiss, your eyes fluttering open to look at his when he pulled away. 

Jumin was cautious in his ministrations as he prepared the two of you for bed. Every touch lingered, soft and reassuring and warm in your eyes. He washed your hair, though allowed you to scrub the rest of you clean.

The two of you brushed your teeth together, and Jumin had carefully placed your sleep wear on the counter in the bathroom and gave you privacy to change. You frowned, realizing that the collar that he had placed on you was not in the bathroom.

You peeked your head out curiously, finding the man lounging with a book on the bed. He looked up at you, gaze inquiring. 

“My collar?” You frowned, stepping out fully as you asked. You ignored any instincts that said you shouldn’t be asking for a man to put a collar on you- but this wasn’t any man. It was Jumin. Your Jumin.

He hummed, pointing to the nightstand. “I thought you would be most comfortable sleeping without it. I can put it on for you, if you wish.” 

“Please.” You nodded, internally lighting up at the pleased look on his face. 

Jumin retrieved it for you, and you watched attentively. He sat at the edge of the bed, and you reacted without thinking. You climbed onto your knees, sitting up straight in front of him on the floor. 

His eyes widened, clearly not expecting that from you. A shaky exhale left him, but he kept his composure as you looked up at him with doe-like eyes. His cock jumped at the sight, and the growing bulge in his pants was far from unnoticeable.

“What an obedient pet,” He murmured, almost dazed, as he ever so carefully placed the collar around your throat. It wasn’t as though the two of you had never done anything before, of course, and you’d both thoroughly discussed everything beforehand. 

“Thank you, sir.” You said, trying and failing to avert your gaze from his lap. It was hard to ignore the way your mouth watered, but Jumin had other plans for you. He drew you close, pulling you up and to his lips. 

A pleased sigh left your mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you. His lips were soft, but they moved firmly against your own. 

When his lips parted from yours, you made up your mind to ask. “May I…?” A simple look down had him understanding, his lips twitching slightly in amusement. 

“You may.” He replied, enamored with the way you smiled back at him.

You settled back on your knees, watching as Jumin sat back a little more. He assisted you as you tugged down his sweatpants. Your eyes flickered to his as his cock was freed- seeing the swirl of desire in them. 

Every part of him was gorgeous, you sighed to yourself. 

Your hand wrapped along his length, eliciting a small gasp from him as you began to move. You kept a steady rhythm, going slow as though you were afraid to break the gentle spell that seemed to be placed over the two of you. 

Jumin was surprisingly responsive, and it shocked you every time. His brows furrowed as he watched you, a pleased sound in the back of his throat as you quickened your pace a bit. The both of you seemed slightly mesmerized by the view.

When you were content, you leaned forward. You licked a stripe along his length, relishing in the way he shuddered and moaned for you. The sounds he made shot straight to your core.

He was gazing at you through half-lidded eyes, a hand coming to grip your hair as you gained confidence. You took as much as you could of him into your mouth, looking up and meeting his eyes as you began to bob. 

“Good girl,” He moaned, and it was your turn to whimper. The ache between your legs was hard to ignore, your hand finding its way between your legs to work your clit. Jumin, ever observant, noticed- saying nothing to stop you. 

Your eyes closed, taking his lack of words as permission. 

His eyes were trained on you, the way you moaned and whined even as your mouth was full of his cock. He felt a coil tighten in his stomach, appreciating both the sounds and the view more than he’d ever admit. 

“Such a pretty pet,” He cooed, sounding as though he was struggling to keep the moan out of his voice. He sounded so pretty, so affected by you.

Your tongue was swirling around his length and you kept a consistent rhythm. You were embarrassingly wet, practically soaked for him. You could feel your own orgasm approaching, and the way Jumin’s cock was twitching meant he was about as close as you were. 

You looked up at him once more, eyes watering as you went down as far as you could. A choked moan left him, Jumin’s head tilting back in ecstasy. 

“Your mouth is divine,” He groaned, hand tightening ever so slightly in your hair.

You hummed in response, and his hips bucked at the vibration. Your hand was frantic, hips chasing your high. “Ah-” Jumin whimpered. “So close, darling. Just a little more for me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine.

You obliged, of course, sucking hard and taking as much of him in as you could. A surprised hiss left Jumin’s mouth, catching him off guard. With a broken moan and no time to warn you, his release shot into your mouth. 

You fought a gag, eyebrows knitting together as you focused on breathing through your nose.

His chest heaved, panting as he rode out his high. You were so close, barely remembering to pull off of him when he began to wince from oversensitivity. 

A whine broke from your throat, catching his attention and reminding him that you hadn’t cum yet. “You can cum, pretty girl.” Jumin said, eyes fond and full of pride as you waited for his permission. 

His words sent you over the edge. Your legs trembled as relief coursed through your body, murmuring ‘thank you’s’ as you came. You were practically seeing stars, and Jumin was quick to guide you to the bed as soon as you relaxed.

Pulling his pants up, he stood to go grab you both a towel and gently cleaned you both. His touch was cool against your skin, though he really was  just as hot as you. He murmured reassurances and loving phrases to you until your eyelids began to flutter, and he turned off the light.

“Sleep well, my darling.” He hummed, pressing gentle kisses to your head and cradling you against his chest.

[seraphhskies]

a little game - ghostface (billy loomis)

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Billy Loomis t. x Fem. Reader | Smut

Warnings: 18+, language, violence, fear, reader doesn't know he's an actual murderer, chase scene, knifeplay- starts off fluffy though!

Word Count: 2.1k A/N: I have quite literally never written anything like this before! I hope it's good and tysm for reading! If you have requests, feel free to lemme know & provide feedback!

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It had been a wonderfully normal evening. 

It was dark outside, raining slightly, and remarkably peaceful for a town that was being plagued by murder. You, however, had no worries as you lay snuggled up with your boyfriend on the couch. 

You had called him over earlier that day, with the promise that the house belonged to the two of you. Your parents were out of town for the weekend, and you didn’t want to stay alone. 

You were nestled in his lap, Billy’s arms across your waist pulled you impossibly closer. Your eyes were fluttering shut as he pressed kisses to your jaw. 

“Mm.” You sighed, melting into him. 

The two of you were usually like this, all touch. Billy’s hands were on you in some form anytime you were around. 

But, the night had started innocently enough- believe it or not. Yeah, you may have dressed up a little for the occasion- but it was just a skirt. Nothing he hadn’t seen you in before.

Billy had brought food over, all grins as you opened the door. He’d even gone out of his way to rent your favorite movie and grab a few snacks you liked. 

A soft laugh broke the silence and your thoughts, coming from you. His hands squeezed your ass, a wicked smirk on his face as he looked at you. 

“Where’d you go, pretty girl?” He murmured, voice low and dark- sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Just thinkin’ about you ‘s all.” You responded, nuzzling your face into his neck. He hummed in reply, tutting playfully. 

“You have me right here.” He reminded you. 

You returned the favor by biting his neck, chomping down to catch him off guard. A startled sound left him, before his hand came swiftly down onto your ass.

You yelped, face turning red at the sensation. Billy’s hand rubbed over it soothingly, groping at your thighs as well. You shifted in his lap, getting a groan out of him as you ‘accidentally’ wriggled to get comfortable. 

His hands guided you along his lap. It didn’t take long for the two of you to grind against one another. You could feel the clothed outline of his cock, a whimper leaving your mouth as he guided your hips along it. 

As you found a pace, Billy’s head tilted back onto the couch. Both of you were panting and moaning quietly, and you were pretty sure he could feel how wet you were for him through your panties.

Then, the phone started ringing. Your eyes darted over, Billy’s attention also drawn in by the phone.

You frowned, irritated by the noise but decided to ignore it. 

“You gonna get that?” Billy asked, breathless as your hips kept rolling against him. You shook your head, and he nodded approvingly. His grip was tight on you, and you shivered as his eyes rolled down your body.

You must have missed the predatory gleam in his eyes. 

Unluckily for you, the phone kept ringing. The third time it happened you scowled, murmuring a soft apology and pressing a kiss to your boyfriend's lips, before getting up to answer it.

Billy didn’t protest, watching you with a dark hunger.

You answered the phone in the kitchen, back turned from your boyfriend. “Hello?” You asked. 

The caller greeted you with your name, and you frowned. “Who is this?” 

“Do you wanna play a game?” The voice asked, and you froze. It was dark and creepy, the question sending a shiver down your spine. 

“No.” You answered shortly, hanging up the phone. You sighed, a bit weirded out, but turned around with the expectation that Billy would be on the couch.

Only, he was gone. 

“Billy?” You called, arms wrapping around yourself for comfort. No answer. 

The phone started ringing again, but you ignored it. Instead, you began looking around the house. Maybe he was in the bathroom or playing a prank on you?

After about five minutes of no luck, you heard something. You froze in your spot, eyebrows furrowing as the sound of glass breaking came from up the stairs. In your bedroom. 

Hesitantly, you began to go up the stairs before you paused. You needed a weapon. Something to stop the intruder, especially if they had broken in. A terrified breath left you, and you settled on sneaking quietly into the kitchen. 

You rummaged around for a knife, confusion filling you when you couldn’t find the largest one in the butcher’s block. Had the intruder already been able to grab a knife? More importantly, why had you never seen them?

A sinking feeling was in your stomach. You grabbed a smaller one, clutching it tightly as you settled on going up the stairs. 

If it weren’t for your worry for Billy, you probably would have left the house by now.

You didn’t make a peep as you crept up the stairs. You kept your breathing even, listening cautiously for the next noise. The hallway was short. Just your room, a bathroom, and your father’s office were upstairs. 

There were only so many rooms they could be in, you reassured yourself. Your hand was shaking, but you ignored it. 

That’s when you heard it- a door closing. Terror filled your body as your eyes darted to your room. You should have just called the police, waited for them to do something. You hadn’t even thought about it until now. 

Then, the lights went off. 

You covered your mouth, barely muffling your scream. It was short, as you realized that the important thing was to be quiet, but managed to slip past your lips. You shoved yourself against the wall in the hallway, chest heaving as you tried to calm down.

Your name was cooed. You were frozen in horror as you saw the glint of a white mask in the darkness, barely visible. Of course, he saw you too. You gripped your knife tightly. A horrible, awful part of you was enjoying the thrill. 

No words were uttered as he began walking towards you. That’s all it took for you to take off sprinting- tripping a little down the stairs as he chased right after you. His pace quickened along with your heartbeat. 

Tears began to gather in your eyes as he talked to you. “Did nobody tell you it’s dangerous to run with knives?” He taunted, cackling as you slipped and caught yourself on the wall. It sounded so much like your boyfriend… but you screamed internally at yourself. 

Don’t stop running.

The door was right there, right in front of you- as you were cruelly ripped away from it. You screamed, flailing as you were dragged back against the man’s chest. Your own chest heaved with distress, eyes widening as a knife was held to your throat. The same one that was missing. 

“Hello, pretty girl.” He crooned in your ear. 

His hand was around your waist, the sharp edge of the blade pressed tightly against your throat. 

“Billy?” You panted, nothing but distress in your tone. You wanted to be relieved that it was him, wanted to feel that the heat pooling at your core was not as bad now. 

“Ding, ding, ding.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“You- you fucking asshole,” You huffed, realizing halfway that it probably wasn’t the smart decision. “You’re scaring me.” 

“That’s kinda the point, sweetheart.” There was an eyeroll in his response. “Don’t you wanna spice things up?” He teased, your breath becoming shallow as he dragged the tip of the knife down your clothed body.

You shivered. “What, was it too much for you?” Billy continued to croon beneath the mask. Your brows furrowed at the challenge, head screaming no- but the slickness pooling between your legs was another thing. 

“No,” You breathed, finally. 

You could hear the grin in his voice when he replied. “Good girl.” He cooed, voice dark and yet smooth as honey. He got rough with you almost immediately. 

You were more turned on by it than you’d like to admit. Yeah, you two had talked about things a few weeks ago- but you hadn’t expected him to pretend to be a killer and chase you. It was thrilling in a horrible, wonderful way. 

Billy pushed you onto the couch. “On your knees.” He demanded. “Put your hands up here.” You obliged quickly, spurred by the knife that was being guided down your skin. 

A moan left your lips as his free hand drifted to your cunt, rubbing you through your panties. “You little slut,” He chuckled. “You’re definitely enjoying this.” You whimpered.

An embarrassed blush crossed your cheeks, and you craned your neck to watch him over your shoulder. His finger traced over your clothed clit, another moan escaping as he drew tight circles. 

At some point, he grew bored of toying with you over your underwear. He brandished the knife, cutting them off of you. You gasped, biting your lip. 

A finger prodded at your core, entering with ease. You heard Billy’s dark chuckle at that. He began to move, inserting another two fingers before deeming that you were ready. You heard his pants hit the floor, the rustling of fabric, and a low groan as he stroked himself. 

You were aching for him at this point, whining and letting your head droop as his tip rubbed through your folds. 

“Please,” You begged. Billy was teasing, his mask tilting as you looked back at him. 

“Please what?” He replied.

“Please fuck me,” You murmured, and he sighed. He moved closer, but didn’t do as you asked. Frustrated, you pushed your hips back. He responded with a swift smack to your ass, pulling away. 

“Please! Please just-” You cried, having needed him all evening. “Please fuck me.”  He gave his approval in a groan, the desperation in your tone getting the message across. 

He slid into you with ease, a loud, satisfied moan rewarding him. “Shit-” He cursed, sinking into you. “So fuckin’ tight.” The comment went straight to your core, and you clenched around his cock. 

Billy pulled you up, gripping your waist in one hand as he pulled you flush against his body. Your eyes fluttered shut, pleased sounds leaving your mouth as he pushed in deeper. He fit inside you perfectly, his cock somehow always managing to hit the perfect spot. 

He began to move, giving you just a second to adjust, before he was rough with you. His knife, which had never left his hands, was held at your throat once more. He dragged in and out of your walls deliciously, the sound seeming to echo in the still dark room. 

You felt so good, moaning prettily for him as he absolutely ravaged you. He was fast, and far from gentle. The grip on your waist was sure to leave bruises, and there was no doubt you’d have trouble walking tomorrow. 

The knife would scrape just slightly on your throat, a high pitched whine escaping you as you leaned back- the man growling in your ear at the feeling.

You were dizzy with want, one hand gripping onto whatever part of his body you could get. The other drifted to your clit, your hips bucking backwards as you began to rub circles. 

“There you go,” He groaned in your ear. “Gonna cum on my dick, pretty thing?” 

“Y-yes!” You whined loudly, hoping your neighbors weren’t home. 

“Come on,” Billy encouraged, slamming into you a bit faster. “Cum for me.” He growled, digging his free hand into your skin. 

Your eyes squeezed shut, body shivering as you did exactly what he said. You managed out a weak “Fuck!” before you were cumming, Billy groaning as you squeezed his cock- walls fluttering around him. 

The pleasure rolled over you in waves, nearly dizzying in its intensity. You were a shuddering, moaning mess as you came undone for him. “There you go, sweetheart.” He encouraged, voice sounding strained.

Billy wasn’t far behind, his hips beginning to stutter and pace quickening. He didn’t ask if you wanted him to pull out, instead slamming his cock as deep as he could into you. You could feel the way his cock kicked, emptying into you. 

The knife dropped from his hands, grip loosening a bit as he allowed pleasure to consume him. You were panting, a soft hiss leaving your mouth when he finally pulled out.

“Holy shit,” You breathed, twisting into a more comfortable position. You could feel the slickness in between your thighs worsen, panties ruined and skirt doing little to hide the view. 

Billy removed his mask as the power fluttered back on, giving you a wicked grin.

[seraphhskies]

Update!

SO, I posted like one thing and dipped! Not to worry though, I started working on Kinktober prompts before realizing that I actually hate making myself follow prompts and got so far behind I couldn't catch up. I'd like to continue writing them, seeing as it's from a variety of different shows/movies. So for now, I'm going to post what I have and return to the prompts later when I feel motivated! It may not be kinktober, but it'll be regular smutty work I post later on.

For now, you can look forward to:

Edgeplay - Ghostface (Billy Loomis)

Hate Sex  - Fred Weasley (Harry Potter)

Collaring - Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger)

Roleplay - Shota Aizawa (BNHA/MHA)

These are the ones I completed and feel comfortable with the work I did on! I'll be uploading and linking shortly ♡

If I don't get to one fast enough, please feel free to let me know and I'll get it posted ASAP.

[seraphhskies]

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

the lady at the front desk raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“can i help—”

“where the fuck is room twenty four.”

her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“e—excuse me?—”

he rolled his eyes.

“room twenty four.” he pushed. “where is it?”

“sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“hah?! absolutely not.” he spat. “if i wait in that fucking line my son’s gonna be late why can’t you just tell me—”

“uh sir if you could—”

katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“i don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“oh! that’s my class!”

katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.

“is he one of my kids?” you smiled sweetly, eyes coming down to look at his son.

“oh—” he let his shoulders relax just a tad as he watched you fix the strap of his sons backpack on his shoulder. “i mean— if your class is twenty four—“

“it is!” you beamed, nudging your head. “i’ll show you where!”

“hiii miiiissss!” his son greeted, happy and silly as he followed you down the hall.

“hi honey!” you gushed, just as excited as he was as you patted over his blonde scruffy hair. “what’s your name?”

“milo!”

“nice to meet you milo! are you excited for your first day?”

“yeaaahh!” he cheered, smile bright as he grabbed your hand.

katsuki’s eyes widened.

“milo!” he snapped lowly. “what’d i tell ya? you can’t grab her hand like that you have to ask—”

“oh it’s alright!” you dismissed, smiling. “i don’t mind it at all! the other kids do it too.”

milo snickered and stuck his little tongue out at his dad, and katsuki rolled his eyes.

“is he yours?” you asked kindly, tilting your head.

“who else would he be…” he grumbled.

“i guess you’re right!” you giggled. “he looks just like you.”

katsuki’s eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, a permanent furrow in his brows as you all rounded the corner.

“here we are—”

“ooo! ooo!” milo hopped up and down. “miss you have race cars?! dad can i please go?!”

he looked over, a mountain of toys scattered about in the classrooms play area, little kids already making a damn mess and the school day hadn’t even officially started yet.

“the hell you asking me for? ask your tea—”

“miss miss can i please go play with the race cars?!—”

“of course my love! go! go have fun.” you smiled, gently ushering him on before milo zoomed over to the play area and crouched down with the rest of the kids.

“oi!” katsuki barked. “put them away when you’re done!”

he huffed under his breath as he watched his son give him a thumbs up and fucking dump the entire bucket of race cars down on the ‘abc’ play rug, taking one in each hand and dragging them across floor.

“he’s so cuteee.” you grinned. “i’m glad he’s not afraid being it’s his first day.”

“oh fuck no.” he mumbled. “milo doesn’t care. the little runt doesn’t have a filter and does whatever the hell he wants without askin’ sometimes.”

he leaned against the doorsill as he watched milo converse with another kid and share a car, satisfaction in his chest that his son was sharing and being nice.

“but i guess he gets that from me.” he finished off.

you nodded. “but that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

he pursed his lips.

“in my experience, not really.”

you hummed.

“i think it’s definitely a good thing… i’d rather be assertive of things and not be afraid of what the consequences will be.”

katsuki looked at you, properly this time.

“what’s a kindergarten teacher afraid of?”

you shrugged, a slow playful grin spreading across your face.

“parents.”

he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and you quickly had to look away, a pink buzz to your cheeks at the way his big built arms flexed.

inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate—

“i don’t know how you do it..” he spoke lowly.

“do what?”

“take care of little shits all day.”

you laughed loudly, reeling over a bit as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“i don’t take care of them! i teach them.” you quipped cutely. “they’re small, but this is when their brains drink up the most knowledge… and i love to see the progress from the beginning of the year compared to the end! i love it all really.”

pure.

katsuki curtly nodded, your sweet positive ambiance throwing him completely off, as he doesn’t think he’s ever met or surrounded himself around someone who’s directly emmitted the feeling of sunshine and rainbows and candy as much as you did.

and his cheeks flared up for some reason.

“oh!” you looked to the time on your little wrist watch and walked inside your classroom. “it’s almost time to start! i have to wrangle them all in their seats heh!”

katsuki swallowed and nodded.

“milo!”

he turned and upon seeing his dad wave him over, milo dropped his toys and bounded to him.

“don’t give her a hard time alright?” he spoke sternly, nudging his head over at you for emphasis. “listen. listen and learn and be the best one in there.”

“kaaayyy!”

“and you let me know if any of the other kids mess with you or you deal with it yourself. you already know how—”

“beat the crap out of them!” he cheered loudly and katsuki’s hand flew to clasp over his sons mouth before his frantic eyes looked at you.

the last thing he needed was someone to call up fucking child protective services on him.

“he’s joking! he’s joking… fuck.”

you giggled hard and clutched your stomach, your pretty smile sending katsuki for a loop.

“no you’re absolutely right!” you waved your hands in front of your face, reassuring. “treat others the way you want to be treated, so if someone’s being mean to you, bite back milo, okay? and also let me know first though!”

katsuki gave you a wobbly tiny smile amidst his branded serious face, looking at his son then and ruffling up his hair.

“okay, go.” milo ran off. “and don’t let me pick you up with dirt all over your clothes ya hear me?!”

“byeee daaaddd!”

you could tell that behind his harsh exterior— the slight purse of his lips, stiff frame and bouncing leg gave away that he was only worried about his kid and his first day of school, a sight you’ve seen time and time again since you started working as a kindergarten teacher, and one that never failed to warm your heart.

“don’t worry!” you sweetly smiled, and katsuki switched his gaze over to yours. “i’ll watch him especially… okay? to ease the nerves.”

he softly snorted, attempting to play it off but internally relieved as he pushed himself off the doorsill and nodded, thankful that the teacher milo got was as kind as you.

“um…” he mumbled. “katsuki.”

you tilted your head. “katsuki?”

“it’s my name idiot.”

“oh!” you giggled, a blush rising in your cheeks again as you tried to simmer it down. “nice to meet you katsuki! i’ll see you after school then with milo?”

he stiffly nodded, the way his name sounded so sugary off your tongue something he’d never heard before in his life or was used to at all.

“…ya gonna tell me yours or what?”

“sorry!” you sputtered, laughing nervously. “sorry it just— flew! you know—”

you stuck your hand out and offered it to him.

“y/n!”

katsuki untangled his arms and firmly shook it, grip strong and one that nearly made you stumble forward as you caught yourself and smiled.

“i’ll see you katsuki!”

out of all of the kids you’ve taught, milo was by far the cutest one.

the little man was like your personal assistant— a little bee buzzing around as he followed you everywhere in the classroom and helped you clean up after the rest of the kids that didn’t, ‘yelling’ at some of them to and cutely scolding them whenever he’d catch them leave some things behind, and was always on watch for you like a security guard with his little balled up fists on his hips, surveilling the classroom for any misbehaving kids or messes that you’d missed throughout the day.

all traits you no doubt knew he got from katsuki, even if you had just met him. it was pleasantly obvious.

“thanks for helping me out today, milo!” you gushed, pushing another students chair in as they all sat down and chattered for lunch. “you made my job a lot easier!”

“really?!” he squealed, big glimmering eyes beaming up at you before he happily chowed down on some apple slices.

and you noticed then milo’s lunch was insane, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut up and molded neatly into the shape of panda bears, his watermelon and apple slices shaped like stars with carrots and celery lined up with a little wedge of lemon if he wished, tiny rice balls on the side for a little snack you figured in case what he had didn’t fill him up— all so considerate and careful…

“wow!” you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him. “your lunch looks so yummy my love! did your mommy make this?”

“nuh uh!” he shook his head, cheeks filled with watermelon. “my dad did!”

you faltered.

“katsuki made this?”

“who’s katsuki miss?” he asked curiously, sipping on his little juice box after swallowing the fruit in his mouth.

you giggled. “nothing! nothing. enjoy your lunch okay?”

you went to stand, but milo’s hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“can you— can you eat lunch with me?” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with some carrot pieces in his hands. “please.. i always eat with my dad but he’s not here…”

your eyes softened and you quickly nodded.

“of course! let me just go grab my lunch and ill bring it over! sounds good?”

“yaaaayyyy!” he cheered happily, arms up as you scooched a tiny chair over from a nearby table and sat with him, laughing at his cute expression.

you knew you shouldn’t use a little kid to pry… but you were guiltily curious as to know if katsuki was married or not for reasons that made you ridiculously flustered and red in the face over.

and you wanted to be respectful in case he was… since the ogling you did at his muscles this morning through his black ribbed tank was the most embarrassing moment of your career and one you hadn’t seen coming at all, it catching you off guard and feeling horrible if katsuki indeed had a wife.

but he didn’t have a ring on his finger…

“milo?” you spoke up softly.

he smiled big. “yes miss!”

“does your mommy make you lunch as well or just your dad?”

he shook his head. “just my dad! i don’t have a mom.”

your shoulders deflated.

he didn’t have a mom… at all?

you slowly reached over then and patted his blonde hair, smiling warmly as his cheeks went pink. “that’s alright! i’m sure your dad makes you lunches like this every time huh?”

“yeah!” he gasped excitedly. “yesterday he made pizzas and cut them into dinosaurs! it was so cool! and then!— and then this morning for breakfast i had waffles that looked like dynamite blasts!”

“oh my goodness!” you giggled, your heart absolutely thumping over the fact that katsuki was so dedicated to his son like that. “man, i wish my lunches were as cute as yours!”

his little eyes snapped to yours.

“i’ll tell him!”

your brows furrowed confusedly. “wha—”

“to make you lunch! i’ll tell my dad to make you lunch!”

your eyes widened and you frantically shook your head, cheeks blazing as you laughed. “oh no my love! that’s totally okay don’t worry about me silly—”

“i’ll tell him i’ll tell him i’ll tell him!—”

“milo it’s okay! i’m a big girl.” you grinned. “i’m supposed to make my own lunches.”

milo grumbled and plopped a carrot in his mouth, begrudgingly chewing as he sat there in thought.

“…will you at least let me share some of mine?”

you pouted at his generosity, wondering how a kid could be so sweet as you nodded and held your hand up.

“of course sweetie! whatever you wa—”

milo plopped all of his peanut butter sandwiches in your palm and grinned, earning a gasp from you.

“milo this is too much i can’t—”

“eat it! eat it! eait it!—”

by the end of the day, you managed to get milo to take back his sandwiches in exchange for one singular watermelon star piece, him still doing his regular duties of being your little assistant and helping you clean up after everyone before the final bell rang signaling the end of class, you carefully making sure each kiddo got their designated backpack (as there was often a mix up) and art pieces they made for their parents to take home— a permission slip for the end of the year field trip tucked away inside their bags.

and the minute you stepped outside with the rest of the kids, you were surprised to see that katsuki was one of the first parents there as he stood directly across from your classroom with crossed arms, an angry usual scowl on his face that made you laugh to yourself as you led your kids to sit down on a bench in a single file line until their parents physically came to get them or their vehicles pulled up.

“milo!” you tapped his shoulder gently. “your daddy’s over there!”

“DAAADDD!!”

milo jumped up and ran across the grass, his tiny arms out as katsuki smiled softly and crouched down to pick his son up and settle him on his lower abdomen, you wringing your fingers behind your back and walking up to them.

“were you a brat?” he grunted.

“nope!”

“did any kids mess with you?”

“nope!”

“did you leave a mess?”

“nope!”

you giggled, and katsuki’s eyes snapped in your direction.

“how was he?”

“he did so good!” you gushed, patting milo’s back as he grinned. “was my little helper and everything! didn’t leave a single mess behind and helped me clean up after everyone else… he even made sure everyone was paying attention and not misbehaving.”

“yeah! yeah! see dad?” milo poked his dads cheek. “i didn’t lie!”

“never said you lied you little runt.” he scowled. “…but good job.”

“thanks!”

katsuki set him down after milo started kicking his legs and saying something about the swings, him instantly running towards the playground and to the slide.

“did he actually do all of that?” he spoke up.

“oh yes!” you quickly nodded. “i’ve never had a kid do that before so it was really nice of him to!”

you detached your fingers from around your back and fiddled with them.

“you teach him well katsuki.”

he scoffed and turned his head, cheeks pink as he tried to regain his composure.

“damn right i do.”

you giggled then, the memory of milo telling you he didn’t have a mother suddenly popping into your mind as you watched him happily slide down the blue slide head first.

“hey i don’t mean to um..” you timidly began. “i don’t mean to pry but—”

katsuki raised a brow at you and you snapped your mouth shut.

“nothing! nothing nevermind—”

“spit it out.”

“no it’s alright! sorry i—”

he glared and you cowered, smiling bashfully as you bit your bottom lip.

“milo… milo mentioned that he didn’t have a mommy? i was just— wondering if that was true…”

“tch—” he shook his head. “that���s what you were afraid of askin’ me?”

“i told you i’m scared of parents…” you slumped cutely, and he chuckled.

“it’s just me and him.” he answered. “his mom’s never been a part of our lives.”

your heart sunk a little, eyes sad as your gaze shifted to milo playing and racing around with another kid.

“don’t do that.”

you jumped and looked at katsuki.

“do— do what—”

“look all sad and shit.”

he hesitantly reached over and planted an index finger to the crease between your brows, the feeling rough as he tried to gently drag it down and smooth over the lines.

“it’s fine.” he grumbled, letting his arm fall to his side. “it doesn’t bother him. at least i don’t think it does.”

“no!” you spoke quickly, a crazed blush on your cheeks. “it doesn’t! and milo speaks so highly of you… especially the lunches you make him.”

his brows furrowed. “his lunch?”

“yeah!” you nodded excitedly. “you prepare it so so well! how do you get his sandwiches to look like little bears? and his fruit?! every time i try to cut mine into stars they always break in half…”

he huffed out a laugh, finding your little whine funny as he reached over and ruffled up your hair, you smiling cheekily in response.

“do you use molds?” you asked politely. “to shape out the bear?”

“fuck no.” he scoffed. “i do it myself.”

your eyes flew open.

“what?! so that’s really just you? and the dinosaurs too? the pizza dinosaurs? and the waffles? the ones that looked like dynamite blasts—”

“jesus christ how much did that kid tell you?”

your face grew hot as you smacked a hand over your mouth.

“sorry!” you giggled. “i just was thinking— that his lunch was really cute and thoughtful…” you took your hand away from your face. “i’m really glad that you do little things like that for milo to make him happy.”

katsuki stared at you, your swarm of compliments and sweetness and sunshine and butterflies almost suffocating as you looked at him with those pretty doe eyes, his throat oddly closing up the longer he stared right back and allowed you to pull him into your world of wonder and abc blocks and puzzles.

but it wasn’t suffocating in a bad way, not at all.

and… maybe he did want you to pull him in.

“dad dad dad!”

milo ran over, sweaty and red faced as he reached the two of you.

“there’s a dead lizard in the slide!”

“a dead lizard?” you laughed, surprised as you reached for his little water bottle from his backpack on the ground and uncapped the lid, handing it over and ushering him to drink.

katsuki didn’t know why the domestic sight of you doing that made him melt a bit.

a bit.

“yeah miss! it was big and gross.” he breathed out after gulping some of his icy cold water. “but i buried him!”

his dads red eyes snapped down to his and narrowed.

“don’t tell me you touched that thing milo.”

“i did!” he giggled.

“oh my fucking god—” katsuki snatched his hand and started pulling him to the car as milo giggled and stuck his tongue out.

“it’s a prank! some other girl in my class did… but i helped with the dirt!”

you chuckled softly as you watched katsuki stop and roll his eyes, coming back over to you with a hyper milo.

“say bye to your teacher ya little runt. and you’re still taking a shower when you get home!”

“but i don’t wanna take a showeerrr!” milo whined, letting go of his dads hand and running to you, you crouching and extending your arms big with a pretty smile.

“bye my love!” you hugged him tight as he giggled. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay? and give your daddy a break. no more digging up dirt and playing with dead lizards.”

“kaayyyy!”

you both let go and he stepped back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before bouncing back to his dad.

katsuki choked on his spit.

“oi!” he barked. “you can’t just kiss her cheek milo the hell is going on with you?!—”

“it’s okay don’t worry!” you smiled kindly. “he’s just being sweet is all! i don’t mind.”

“you sure?” he pushed, milo snickering. “i—”

you waved him off and wrung your fingers behind your back, leaning forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning kats!”

and he froze, nodding hard as he quickly took milo’s hand and backpack before walking to the car, his heart completely aflame in his chest and cheeks red as he led his babbling son further into the parking lot and inside the car, buckling him up in his car seat before hopping in himself and starting the engine, unbelieving that he had barely just met you and he was already thinking and acting like a fucking dumbass.

“and then we learned the days of the week! oh!— and we learned numbers! i can count to fifteen dad!”

“that’s good milo.” he responded, pulling out of the schools parking lot and craning his neck to see if he could catch a final glimpse of you and settling once he did, you so pretty and conversing so nicely with another kid until he was out of the lot.

“did you eat all of your lunch? y/n tells me ya shared with her.”

“i did! i did share with her.” he grinned. “she liked my lunch!”

“good.” katsuki gave him a thumbs up through the rear view mirror. “that’s good that you always share. especially with her.”

“yup yup! she’s preeettyyy.”

he rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew at the corner of his lips as he nodded curtly.

“that she is.”

katsuki continued to drop off his son personally at your classroom every morning before school.

even when it had been a couple of months into the year, at this point many students already used to their route to and out of class and their parents just dropping them off and leaving— them not even allowed on campus as security rounded every corner and told any parents who wished to go in that they weren’t supposed to, as per policy.

but not katsuki.

katsuki didn’t give a fuck as he stormed through the main office and ignored the calls of the front desk lady, her already used to the rude asshole who came through the building every morning as he strode by and down the hall to class twenty four… wanting to see you— his son’s pretty kindergarten teacher that was sweet and joyful and someone who was everything he wasn’t, his mind curious and filled with your giggles and smiles throughout the time that he’d gotten to know you and chat with you in the mornings and the afternoons, loving the way you were with milo and treated him like he was literally your own— always watching over him and making sure he had had enough to eat and drink and that his hands were washed when he wasn’t around.

and even katsuki himself— you bringing him candy bags from their classroom parties or donuts that were passed to faculty in the mornings and saving yours for him, treats he always took and ate with no questions asked even though he wasn’t a fan of sugary shit and junk food, always making the exception for you.

he had never experienced honest help like that… he’d never experienced someone caring enough about him and his son like the way you did so perfectly every single day…

and katsuki feared that he was a little obsessed.

“oh! miss y/n!”

“yes honey?” you responded kindly, opening a juice pouch for another student and handing it to them carefully during lunch.

milo dug into his lunch pail and pulled out a small container, sticking his hand up and offering it to you.

your brows furrowed, taking it from him.

“what’s this milo?”

“it’s from my dad!”

you stopped, heart dropping to your ass as you recounted his words.

from katsuki?

“your— your dad?”

“mhm!”

you shakily popped the lid of the container open, eyes widening and filling with hearts once you saw a mix of star shaped strawberries and watermelon and papayas, drizzled over with sparkling strings of honey and singular little blueberries scattered about.

“for me?” you asked softly, crouching down next to milo. “my love— are you sure this isn’t for you? i think your dad cut these up for you—”

“nope! for you!” he gave you a big toothy smile before stuffing his mouth with crackers. “he told me not to eat it and to give it to you.”

he swallowed and reached up, you tilting down your head so he could pat it just like you always did for him.

“i hope you like it miss! they look like the ones you told me looked cute!”

“i— i love them milo.. thank you!”

you picked up a papaya piece and ate it, entirely dazed and love struck as your tastebuds savored over the sweet velvety thick honey, literally blinking back tears at how thoughtful and kind katsuki was.

he didn’t have to do this at all… yet he took the time anyways out of his morning to do this for you.

and your heart nearly fucking gave out.

after school once you got your rowdy kids to sit neatly on the bench and wait for their parents, you extended a hand for milo and he hopped off the bench and took it, you both walking up to a waiting katsuki as he stood there with a soft smile on his face.

“hi kats!”

“hey.” he picked his son up and settled him over his abdomen, milo’s arms clinging around his neck and chin propped up on his dads shoulder as he was exhausted from a days worth of playing and learning.

“i wanted to um—” you peered up at him. “i um—”

his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to bark about you stumbling over your words, he stopped.

your bottom lip was trembling.

you hurriedly wiped your eyes.

“i wanted to thank you—” hic! “f—for the star shaped fruit this morning—”

“why are you crying dumbass?” he mumbled, reaching over and wiping some tears with his rough fingers.

“because it was so nice!” you sobbed, shoulders shaking as you let him wipe your cheeks. “and— and you put honey over it too! you didn’t have to do any of that for me!”

“tch—”

he flicked your forehead softly, not enough to hurt you but enough to get you to snap out of your hiccups as you sniffled.

“it’s just fruit y/n—”

“but it’s not.” you wiped your eyes again. “not to me anyways…”

katsuki slowly lowered his arm, gaze tracing over your pretty face and perfect hair and the way you cried over something so stupid, his brain unable to process the fact that an act as simple as cutting fruit up for you could make you this happy, and it made him want to see what you saw for once— how you saw the world for exactly what it was and appreciated it regardless of how big or small things were, not snippy or angry or spiteful over everyone and thinking everything was out to get him and his son.

“crybaby…” he grumbled. “i’m glad you liked it though.”

“i did kats.. a lot. thank you.” you wiped the last of your tears and smiled. “i’m sorry i cried.”

what a pretty sweet girl…

he shook his head and hoisted milo up, him completely knocked out with drool coming out of his mouth as katsuki felt it run down his shoulder, barely even noticing that though as his entire focus was trained purely on you.

was it okay if he… asked you out? would it be weird? would you tell him to fuck off?

katsuki internally rolled his eyes at his stupid fucking high school boy thoughts, though it didn’t alleviate the gnawing feeling that if you did tell him to fuck off… that he’d be angrily mortified at his fail and probably lose the right to talk to you since it’d be too awkward to.

but you were just so fucking sweet. all of the time.

“listen uh—” he cleared his throat, face growing hot. “i was wondering if ya wanted to eat dinner with me… sometime.”

you stared, eyes big and shocked and katsuki took it defensively and entirely the wrong way.

“forget it.” he snapped. “forget it i didn’t say shit—”

“no! no no—” you quickly shook your head. “no it’s okay i would!”

he stopped.

“you would?”

“of course!” you expressed sweetly, cheeks hurting from how big you were smiling as you tried to simmer down your giddy squeals. “i’d love to have dinner with you…”

his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, an eventual small smile growing on his face.

“a—alright uh…” he sighed. “i’d prefer to take ya somewhere nice but i don’t really have anyone to watch milo—”

you shook your head again, brows pinched. “oh no kats— we don’t have to go anywhere at all! we can order something in at your place and eat with milo? or— or my place?”

“my place.” he replied. “and i’ll cook.”

he cooks?!

“okay!” you giggled, your hand reaching up and patting over milo’s sleepy head gently. “sounds good!”

katsuki and you agreed on the details of the date after and bid each other bashful goodbyes, swooning as you watched him walk away into the parking lot with a sleeping milo in his arms and feeling like none of this was fucking real, for you couldn’t believe someone as handsome and cool as katsuki would ever be interested in someone like you.

and funnily enough, he felt the complete opposite, stressed and extra snappy as he cleaned the house from top to bottom (though it barely needed it), unnecessarily fixed the positioning of the furniture and made milo put away his toys, him not even whining or protesting like he usually did solely because the little man knew you were coming— pretty miss y/n with the pretty smile and the nicest lady he had ever met, and one he secretly hoped would be his new mommy every time he saw you and his dad converse before and after school, thinking you would fit the role perfectly.

especially after his dad had given you those fruits as a present!

“milo!” katsuki called. “come ‘ere!”

his son ran into the kitchen, toy race car in hand. “what!”

“be good today, ya hear me?” he pushed, face stern as he flipped a kitchen towel over his shoulder and sautéed vegetables in his frying pan. “please milo. don’t try to be funny and do somethin’ to scare y/n off.”

milo gave him a look.

“scare miss y/n off? dad you’re gonna scare her off not me!” he giggled. “silly.”

“yeah..” he grunted. “you’re probably right but i’m just sayin’. i’m thinking of the time grandma came over and ya put that fake rat in her purse to try and be funny.”

“ohhh yeeeeah!” he doubled over in little fits of laughter, holding his stomach as he did. “i did do that!”

“see what i mean?” katsuki grumbled, snatching the kitchen towel from his shoulder and throwing it down on the counter top, stepping back to peek in the oven. “you better not do that with y/n please.”

“i won’t!” he grinned. “not when she’s about to be my new mommy!”

katsuki choked as his spit went down the wrong pipe, bending over and coughing uncontrollably in his elbow before spinning around and looking at his son with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“the hell you just say?”

“what!” milo tilted his head. “that y/n is gonna be my new mommy?”

his eyes grew even wider as he dropped the pan he was holding on the stove and leaned back, running his hands over his face.

“oh you little runt please don’t say that in front of her, alright?”

he pouted. “why not?”

“you’ll scare her off! worse than when you put that fake rat in grandmas purse!”

“boooo!” milo stuck his tongue out and crossed his little arms over his chest. “whatever.”

“oi!”

“what!”

katsuki’s doorbell chimed and milo booked it to the front door.

“missss preettyyyy!!—”

“milo get your ass back here!—”

katsuki swung the door open and swooped his son in his arms just as he was about to pounce on you in midair, you giggling and covering your mouth as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“i’m sorry—”

“hiii misss y/nnn!” milo greeted happily, dangling off of his dad as katsuki tried to stop him from wiggling out of his grip. “i’m so exciteeeddd!—”

“hi my love!” you gushed warmly, smile wide as you extended your arms and walked forward, taking milo in your arms and setting him on your hip. “how are you? you excited to hang out with meee?”

“yes! yes!” he vigorously nodded. “i wanna show you all my race cars!”

“oh i can’t wait to seeee!” you bounced him on your hip and he giggled, you turning your attention and smiling at katsuki.

“hi kats!”

“the little brat is hogging—”

milo blew a silly raspberry at him before wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck.

you laughed and ran a soothing hand over the little man’s back, katsuki rolling his eyes before stepping to the side and letting you in, shutting the door behind him and leading you over to the kitchen.

and jesus christ you looked beautiful, him noting that pink was what you mainly wore on the day to day as he eyed your small rosy cardigan, you walking through his home and looking around and oblivious to the way he was staring at you like a fucking creep.

katsuki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your eyes scan your surroundings, stupidly nervous about what you’d think of his house and furniture and minuscule decorations, and annoyed with himself that he’d even give a shit about something like that, trying to occupy himself and ignore it as he looked in the oven and lifted lids of various pots and pans, checking over tonight’s dinner.

“i’m sorry i’m behind…” he grumbled and waved his hand around. “had to clean the house and shower milo since he decided to play in the fuckin’ mud this morning.”

“oh you don’t have to apologize for that kats!” you looked at him worriedly. “you don’t have to apologize for anything i totally understand…”

you hoisted milo further up your hip and grinned. “i’m just happy to spend time with the both of you.”

katsuki felt smoke puff out of his red ears as he nodded and scratched the back of his neck, turning slightly and lifting the lids from his pots and pans again.

“miss preettyyyy!” milo whined. “when can i show you my race cars?!”

katsuki scowled and you laughed.

“now honey! but how about we move some of your toys to the living room so i can spend time with both you and dad? how does that sound?”

“yayayay!!” milo cheered, bouncing on your hip as you smiled cutely and set him down, him running off down the hall and you quickly following after him.

milo talked you through his entire collection of race cars as you both sat down on the living room rug— telling you the model of each and every one, what they did, how fast they went, they places they’d gone, and which were his favorites as you excitedly talked to him about his cars and shifted conversation between him and katsuki, a task he was surprised you did so efficiently, but then quickly realized that that was literally your fucking job everyday dealing with little brats talking your ears off and you attending all of them at the same time.

and when it came around to dinner time, you helped katsuki set up even through his snapping and huffing that you absolutely shouldn’t, you giving him a silly little face as you assisted anyways and set up milo’s booster seat, picking him up and sitting him down before buckling him up while katsuki placed your dishes on the table—

and gourmet fucking dishes at that.

you were bewildered. absolutely bewildered as you gawked over the lasagna platter he set before you, it delicate and fancy looking as he had even draped sauce on your gray ceramic plate in gourmet intricate designs, knowing that katsuki had mentioned to you he was a chef over the several months you’d gotten to know him, but you didn’t know exactly to which extent that chef occupation stretched to.

“kats…” you murmured. “what do you do for a living.”

“i told you idiot.” he passed over a couple of napkins and you gratefully took them, taking one then and wiping down milo’s mouth as he messily ate his cut up pieces of lasagna. “i’m a cook.”

“yeah but what kind? where?”

“why?” he gruffed. “does it look like shit?”

“no!” you giggled. “absolutely not the opposite actually! this is probably the most beautiful lasagna i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“duh.” he responded, but sent you a small smile as he ate. “i’m an executive chef down at a restaurant in the city.”

your jaw dropped. “the city?! you’re so cool kats! oh my goodness!”

his face flushed.

“my dad says his boss is a piece of—”

“don’t say it!” katsuki snapped at his son, eyes wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, not wanting to encourage the little man any further.

“milo i told ya not to cuss until you’re ten—”

“ten?!” you giggled loudly and let your hand fall, sticking your fork in your lasagna and eating. “as long as he cusses with you and not at you… i think it should be fine!”

katsuki stopped.

you get it. or you rile up his bad cussing habit. either or he might as well have found his fucking soulmate.

“miss pretty!” milo called.

“yes my love?”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

katsuki smacked a hand on his forehead and you snickered.

“i don’t!” you grinned. “why milo?”

“because i want you to be my new—”

“milo if ya shut your mouth right now i’ll buy you two new race cars tomorrow.”

his son gasped dramatically and pursed his lips shut, eyes big and excited as he tried to contain himself and do as told.

“his new what?” you tilted your head cutely, katsuki’s heart hammering against his rib cage as he stuffed his mouth with food.

he shrugged. “the fuck should i know?”

“but i wanna know!” you pouted, taking your final bites of your yummy dinner.

he swallowed.

“do you want dessert?”

you gasped. “oh my god yes! i do!”

“then i suggest you shut your mouth too.”

you laughed over the table, quickly nodding as you pursed your lips like milo and pinched your thumb and index finger together, running it across your mouth and twisting your wrist like a pretend lock before dropping your hand in your lap, giddy and excited over dessert.

katsuki playfully rolled his eyes and stood, collecting all of your plates and stacking them on top of each other before taking them over to the sink.

“dad!” milo called as he bounced in his seat, katsuki grunting in response.

“what’d you make for dessert!”

“mochi.”

“yaaaayyyyy!” he cheered happily. “can i eat it with y/n in the living room?”

katsuki’s brows furrowed. “the living room?”

“yeah!” milo exclaimed. “so i can keep showing her my race cars!”

he struggled for a moment before eventually nodding. “alright… but don’t make a mess i just cleaned—”

you and milo ended up building a fucking fort once he gave you the all clear, you both saying something about it adding to the ambiance as you used the couch cushions for makeshift walls and milo’s choo choo train sheets for the roof and tent, katsuki before he knew it his entire living room a fucking mess as the three of you sat amongst the scattered about pillows and blankets eating your bits of mochi, milo mainly inside the little tent you made for him as you and katsuki were too big to fit inside with him.

his living room was a mess… but he didn’t mind.

katsuki didn’t mind the mess.

your way of living was entirely different from his, as yours had everything to do with mess due to your full time job with kids— paint all over your hands and face, marker stains on your clothes and sticky glue residue and pieces of cut up construction paper somehow in your hair, all things katsuki despised for years and made sure his house never reflected any of that.

but in that moment, with his living room in complete disarray and the positioning of his couches utterly fucked up? the dishes still in the sink and the table still set?

katsuki didn’t fucking care.

because he had never seen his son so happy. he had never seen him so excited and hyper as you helped him set up and somehow tie fairy lights that katsuki had somewhere up in his attic for holiday seasons around the fort, you looking fucking gorgeous under the dim dark lightning as you read milo one of his favorite children’s books you got from his little shelf in his room— ‘the very hungry caterpillar,’ one of your favorites too as his son followed along with you and giggled whenever you’d make a silly joke only a five year old would find funny.

and katsuki felt warm… that’s all he ever felt when he was around you.

is this what it was like to be a family?

“oh my goodness i almost forgot!” you quickly sat up and handed milo the book, him taking it as you crawled over and reached for your bag. “i brought something for you honey!”

milo gasped and sat up. “really?! what?!”

you pulled out a ceramic cream colored globe with hollowed out stars, a small bulb inside as you scooched on your knees back over to a curious katsuki and milo.

“woah..” his son whispered. “what is it?”

you smiled and reached for the nearest outlet, plugging in the little globe and flicking a switch.

the darkened room illuminated itself then with the soft murmur of a lullaby playing, star shaped shadows slowly shifting around the entire living room as milo gasped and stood, frantically pointing at each moving shadow and gushing while his little mind was trying to process how cool and fascinating this was.

and all katsuki could do was stare at you.

stare at the way you sat back on your ankles and pointed with milo, counting how many stars you could see before it shifted and repeating that for fun, stare at the way both of your eyes glowed with wonder and curiosity, and stare at the way you smiled so gracefully and looked unreal now under the starry lights, his heart on overdrive at how gentle you were and how much you cared about his son.

about him.

and katsuki was sure then he was absolutely sick over you.

you all settled after a while of playing games and eating more mochi, especially milo, the little lullaby knocking him out as he snored next to you in his fort, you and katsuki laying down next to each other as you stared up at the shifting stars.

“i’m sorry i made such a mess in your living room..” you whispered bashfully. “i promise i’ll pick everything up before i leave.”

he shook his head. “don’t worry about it i can pick up. it’s fine.”

you smiled at him warmly before looking back up at the ceiling, feet planted on the blanketed flooring as your mindlessly moved your propped up knees side to side.

“was it hard raising milo on your own kats?” you asked softly, fingers wrung together neatly on your tummy.

“it was at first.” he mumbled. “but i got used to doin’ it on my own.”

you frowned, not particularly happy with the idea that katsuki had to raise a human being on his own without any help or guidance, wishing that he would’ve had someone there to help him every once in a while, or just be there for him.

“you did an exceptional job, okay?” you began. “you should know that... milo is such an honest kid… and he’s so precious too.”

katsuki’s eyes softened, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in fear of you noticing his stupid flustered face as he opted for keeping his gaze glued to the starry ceiling, your sugary peachy perfume not fucking helping as he decided to sit up instead.

“he is.” he grunted softly. “don’t know how his mom didn’t see that.”

you faltered and sat up with him.

“what do you mean?”

katsuki eyed you before looking down, hands flat behind him propping himself up as he thought.

“ah… milo happened because of some random hookup i had in college.” he mumbled. “didn’t love her or anythin’, i barely knew her but still told her i’d support her and the baby obviously.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i was there through her entire pregnancy and when milo was born… but the minute she got discharged from the hospital and took him with her, i woke up at four in the mornin’ with a knock on my door and milo left abandoned on my doorstep.”

you gasped, hand hovering over your mouth.

“are you— are you serious?”

katsuki nodded.

“she wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, nothing. i went to her house and found out she took the first flight she could to fuck knows where.” he shook his head bitterly. “but i didn’t give a shit about me i’ll raise him i don’t care. it was never about me.

he looked at you. “it was about milo. i didn’t want him to know that his ‘mom’ left him behind like that, and i didn’t want him to think it was his fault or anythin’… shits ridiculous.”

katsuki shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling. “still don’t know how she could ever do something like that.”

the sound of a hiccup make his eyes widen and snap back to you, your eyes filled with fat tears as your bottom lip wobbled, hands coming up to cup over your mouth and nose as you tried to keep it in.

“you’re crying?”

you nodded, squeaky slight sobs slipping past your throat as you strained to keep everything down.

“that’s so cruel.” you cried softly, embarrassingly drowning in your tears in front of him yet again. “you didn’t deserve that at all kats… milo didn’t deserve that you both should’ve had such a good mommy and— and a good support system—”

katsuki pushed himself up and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“you cry over everything y/n.”

“s—” hic! “—sorry—”

he laid the side of his head on top of yours as you shook, somehow feeling guilty of what he told you just because of how much you were crying.

more than when he gave you those star shaped fruits.

“oi…”

katsuki pulled back and looked at you, reaching up and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“don’t cry baby…”

baby?!

you funnily sobbed even more and shoved your face in his chest, him chuckling as he wrapped his arms back around you and gently swayed side to side.

“stop it idiot.” he mumbled. “it’s fine. it happened years ago n’ milo and i have always been alright on our own.”

…but he wanted you now.

now that he knew what it was like to be softly cared for by someone precious like you, to feel what it was like to be warm and fuzzy and sunshine and rainbows and candy all of the time… and katsuki wanted you so. bad.

“i know..” you hiccuped. “and i’m really glad but i just wish you had someone.”

you pulled away and quickly wiped your wet cheeks. “m’sorry i cried all over your shirt—”

“don’t give a fuck.”

you breathed out a laugh and dropped your hands in your lap, looking at your fingers as you sniffed.

you were always crying for him.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

he looked to the side with a blush to his cheeks.

“thanks for comin’ today.”

you smiled brightly and nodded.

“of course kats! how could i not?” you looked behind you to a sleeping milo, reaching over and pulling his blanket a little further up his shoulders. “i want you to know that i wanna be there for you and milo…”

he shifted his gaze to you as you turned back around.

“whether— whether you wanna keep seeing me or not—” you gnawed nervously at the inside of your cheek. “which i hope you do! but— but if not that’s totally fine i just want to be there for you both…”

how were you so pure? so thoughtful?

“why the hell wouldn’t i wanna keep seeing you?” he huffed, grumbly and embarrassed as he pursed his lips. “i’d be stupid as fuck not to…”

you blushed, happy shiny eyes looking at him eagerly like he was everything and more, and he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that whatsoever as your gaze flickered down to his lips and back up.

and you were so pretty.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

he slowly leaned closer.

“would you be mad if i made a move on you—”

“of course not—”

katsuki lunged and planted his rough lips on yours, you tasting like straight sugar and honey as he placed his big hands on the sides of you head and held you like a piece of delicate glass, kissing and sliding your tongues in each others mouths rather quickly and breathy as he moved one hand from your pretty face down to your waist to grip it.

you placed your hands on the blanketed floor and slowly crawled over to him during the makeout, him reaching and wrapping the rest of his built muscly arms around your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap as he ran his hands up and down your sides and back, wanting to feel you as much as he possibly could and squeeze you tight as he gulped your little self down, brows furrowed and lips red.

katsuki pulled away and ran his fiery wet mouth across your jaw and to the spot right below your ear on the side of your neck, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he bit and sucked and still squeezed you, manhandling you in a way and eating you up.

your eyes fluttered open once you heard a slight rustle, your line of sight catching milo shifting a little in his sleep.

“k—kats—” you breathlessly whispered, pushing a little at his shoulders.

he grunted.

“milo—” you pointed. “he’s waking up—”

“the fucks that gotta do with us—”

“kats!”

he groaned and pulled his mouth from you, scowling over to see his son only shifted positions and was now directly facing the both of you, tiny eyes closed as he drooled and was probably dreaming about race cars and his dads shark shaped pb & j sandwiches.

“the little runt is fine—” he shoved his face back in and gnawed at your neck again as you gasped.

“nooo!” you whined and giggled softly. “now i’m scared he’s gonna wake up…”

he huffed and officially pulled away this time, red eyes dilated and half lidded as he looked over your pinky cheeks and shy face, the purple and blue mark he made on your neck making the right side of his lips curve up into a little prideful smirk, you too distracted to notice over the way he clutched and loosened up the hold on your waist repeatedly.

katsuki kept you on his lap and scooched himself down, laying on his back and head on the pillow as he nudged you to lay on him completely over his chest and body, you more than happy to do so as you settled your head on his pecs and got comfortable with his strong arms around you— feeling so safe and looked after.

and you hadn’t expected to sleep over… but you just didn’t wanna leave, and katsuki sure as hell didn’t want you to either as you softly and quietly talked over the small tinkling of the lullaby and milo’s soft breathing, shadowy stars still slowly shifting around you as you easily switched between various topics— ranging from serious to silly as you ran a loving hand over his chest and his on your back, the both of you subconsciously lulling each other to sleep until you were just as passed out on the floor as milo.

since then, katsuki didn’t wanna let you out of his sight.

as if he wasn’t already involved enough with milo’s school activities because of you, this man became a fucking member of the pta and volunteered himself for every single event so as long as you were there, helping you out especially with fundraisers and bake sales as his desserts always sold out quicker than anything else and made bank as he snickered and boasted at the other parents that weren’t selling as much, you giving him a silly glare that never failed to shut him right up as he wanted to be good for you and not upset you.

the front desk lady even went from hating him to loving him, katsuki grumbling and chucking her a bag of leftover fundraiser chocolate chip cookies on her desk as he passed by to drop off milo in the mornings, serving as a ticket way in and to get her to shut up now instead of yelling at him from down the hall.

and he continued to give you yummy star shaped fruits.

except now some days they looked like hearts or little flowers, and he always made his fruit assortments different so you wouldn’t get tired of them and added different dippings like caramel or chocolate hazelnut, you gushing and nearly bawling literally everyday whenever you’d open the container and milo giggling at you during lunch.

you also never went a day without stopping by or staying over at katsuki’s house since your first initial date, your days so much fun and filled with love as you ate lunch or dinner with the two of them, laughing at milo’s sporadic comments or katsuki’s barking and scolding while you either played with milo, helped katsuki clean up the house and him the kitchen or you the kitchen and vice versa, or simply cuddle on the couch with kisses shared amongst you and katsuki— the three of you with milo seated peacefully and comfortable in the middle while you watched a movie or lulled the little man to sleep.

and katsuki had never felt so complete as he started leaving messes behind without even realizing or stressing about it, and he didn’t know when the fuck it was that he turned so soft and sappy— the change a bit strange to those who knew him as he was just a teeny weeny less explosive and angry over small things, and more so when it came to you and his son.

“make sure you keep your little bucket hat on honey, okay? it’s hot today and i don’t want you to tire yourself out milo.”

the end of the year field trip for the kindergarteners this year was a voyage to the local wildlife sanctuary, a gorgeous exhibit that sat right next to the national science museum in your city, its main attraction being the 25 foot koi pond and butterfly wonderland that housed various butterfly species and their little habitats— the kids field trip assignment being to count how many they see throughout the day and pick one koi fish and butterfly to draw on their journals.

katsuki, of course, volunteered as a chaperone.

“single file line please my loves!” you called, hand by your mouth. “and don’t seperate from your friends okay?! everyone stay where i can see—”

“oi!” katsuki barked, snapping and pointing at a rogue kid who decided to break free from the line and run across the grass. “the fuck do you think you’re doing!—”

“kats!” you breathed out a shocked laugh. “you’re gonna get me fired if you talk to the kids like that—”

“shit! sorry— i’m sorry baby hold on—”

katsuki booked it across the grassy lawn and caught up with the running kid on the other side, the rest of your class giggling and cackling as katsuki swooped him up with one arm and dangled him upside down while he kicked and swung tiny punches to his abs, katsuki not even flinching.

“do that again and see what happens brat.” he spat, the little kid not having a single care in the world as he giggled with the rest of the class, all of them deviously planning to piss katsuki off as much as possible since his outbursts were just funny.

“okay okay—” you smiled apologetically at him before taking the dangling boy from his arm and setting him back down, fixing over his clothes and backpack before patting his head and standing upright.

“no more running alright?” you placed your hands on your hips. “don’t we wanna see some cute little fishies and butterflies?!”

“yeeeeaaaahhhh!!” the babies cheered excitedly, each of them immediately returning to their designated spots in two lines as you grabbed your line leaders tiny hands and started the walk down the grassy field to the sanctuary.

“lemme help ya with one line baby—” katsuki went to grab one of your line leaders hands until they burst into a crying fit.

“no! no! i wanna hold miss y/n’s hand!”

katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “what’s so bad about me hah?”

“you’re ugly! miss y/n is pretty!”

the rest of the kids ruptured, laughing as katsuki sent death glares to a literal child, about to spout something nasty until his eyes flickered to your pleading face, his muscles instantly relaxing as he casted his gaze to the ground with a grumble.

you giggled and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek in gratitude, his face flushing as he eyed your deep blue overalls and pinky shirt and the way your sunglasses sat pretty in your hair on top of your head.

“what honey?” you tilted your head.

“none of your business.”

you snickered and nudged your shoulder with his, looking over at milo from somewhere in the line to make sure he was okay before walking up the front gates of the sanctuary.

the wildlife guide met you once you all were cleared and inside the greenhouse, your kids absolutely restless as they ‘listened’ to whatever the guide had to say and just wanting to break free and run around to look at all of the fishies and butterflies like you had promised, and you not even listening either as you drooled over the way katsuki’s muscles looked under his t-shirt.

“any questions sweetheart?”

“huh?” your eyes snapped to the guide, cheeks pink as you quickly shook your head. “oh! no not at all! thank you ma’am!”

“alrighty then! just please make sure to tell your students—”

suddenly your two perfect lines broke apart as the kids started running around and pointing at fluttering butterflies and screaming, the guide looking like she’d seen a ghost as the usual quiet and serene sanctuary was now the epitome of noise.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry—” you guiltily apologized. “my kids will settle down they’re just excited is all…”

the guide kindly waved you off before walking back to the main office, you turning and expecting to see katsuki standing next to you, but faltering once you saw he was on the other side and pulling one of your kids down that had climbed up the gates of one of the sanctuaries closed off exhibits.

“oh god..” you mumbled, about to make your way over until you spotted milo in a corner alone, staring at one of the koi ponds.

“milo?” you called softly, walking up to him.

your heart sank once he turned and you saw his little tear filled eyes and wobbling lip.

“oh no!” you gasped, crouching down and taking his tiny hands in yours. “what’s wrong my love? are you okay? is it too hot?”

you pushed some of his spiky blonde bangs back from his sweaty forehead as he shook his head.

“i can’t draw!” he sniffled. “and the koi fishies keep moving…”

your shoulders relaxed in relief.

“that’s okay!” you took his journal and pencil, wiping his wet cheeks as you smiled sweetly. “as long as we’re patient with the fishies, they’ll swim back and you can draw them again!”

you opened his journal and flipped to a new blank page, the both of you waiting quietly until a big chubby koi fish swam by.

“there!” milo whispered and pointed, and you quickly drew what you could, just making out the shape of the body before it disappeared again.

“and now we wait!” you grinned up at him. “the fishy will come back around and you’ll be able to draw it again.”

“kayyy!!”

“and you can draw milo. i’ve seen your artwork in class, remember? you always get a gold star!”

he giggled. “i do miss pretty!”

you ran a soothing hand over his back before passing his journal back.

“now you try honey—”

“i love you.”

you froze and looked up, katsuki standing there with a sincere and vulnerable look in his eye.

you stood from your crouched position and looked at him wide eyed.

“i’m not— i’m not good at this kinda shit at all and i always say somethin’ dumb but i do.”

“kats—”

“and i’m sorry it took me so long to say it but i tried to make it obvious with my stupid shaped fruits n’ shit… and i always thought you kinda just knew…”

milo was too busy focusing on catching glimpses of the koi fish to draw with his tongue peeking out to even realize what was going on next to him.

“you’re so patient baby. the way you are with me… the way you are with my kid. i need that in my life and i can’t live without it at this point…” he spoke genuinely. “your fuckin’ fault.”

you giggled and covered your face with your hands, face hot to the touch and bashful at everything he was telling you.

“come here.”

you listened and walked forward, dropping your arms as you wrapped them around his abdomen and his around your head, squishing you in his big chest as he propped his chin up.

“do you love me too or what.” he frowned. “cause if not this is shitty and embarrassing—”

“no i do!” you giggled, pulling away and giving him a cheeky smile. “i do kats you know that… i love you. so much.”

he smiled and pecked your lips. “good, miss pretty.”

katsuki had heard the entire conversation you had with his son, your words seeping with such tenderness and care, and he almost passed the fuck out when he thought about how much of a blessing you were, something he’d be a fool not to snatch up and take as he nearly fucking proposed to you in the middle of the sanctuary like an idiot, not knowing at all how a person that pissed people off for a living was loved by a woman who was the definition of pure.

because how the fuck did an angry dunce like him, get lucky with an angel like you?

“oh my god that dumbass kid is climbin’ the fence again— oi!”

katsuki quickly kissed your cheek before flying to the other side of the sanctuary, you doubling over in laughter as you watched him fight and tug and pull, your student not budging at all whatsoever and the rest of the kids laughing at how red katsuki was getting in the face.

“miss pretty!” milo tugged at your overalls, and you looked down to see him holding up his open journal, a cute wobbly sketch of a koi fish on the page as he smiled big. “i drew it! do you like it?!”

“wow milo!” you gushed, crouching down to his level and taking the journal, examining his artwork. “this is beautiful my love! see? i knew you could do it!”

“thank youuu!” he responded sweetly, his little cheeks blushing as he looked at you like he had another thing he wanted to say.

you tilted your head. “do you wanna tell me something else?”

“yeaaahhh.” he dragged. “please love my dad… i know he’s mean but— but he doesn’t mean it!”

your eyes softened as milo looked down at his shoes.

“and love me too… because i want you to be my new mommy…”

you quickly blinked back tears as to not alarm milo, surprisingly successful at preventing them from slipping down your face.

“i do love your dad honey… and you. the both of you i love so so much.”

he beamed. “really?!”

you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “and i thought i was already your mommy milo!”

the little man gasped and flung his arms around your neck.

“YAAAYYY!” he yelled. “miss pretty is my mommy! i have a mommy now!”

ever since you came into katsuki’s life, his way of living materialized into something completely different.

because now instead of his house being plain and boring and organized from top to bottom without a single thing out of place— it was warm now… happy. and never went a day without smelling like cookies and vanilla as you and katsuki baked with milo any chance you could, set up more pillow forts and tents with starry ceilings, and slept with milo in his room as he snored content in his little bed, you sprawled directly on top of katsuki like he always had you as you both every day intended to leave after putting his son to rest, but ending up falling asleep on the floor each time.

the three of you were a little family.

and katsuki didn’t know why he hated messes so much in the first place.

because mess signified that something had been there, something sunny and tender, something that signified family as you peppered kisses over both your boys’ faces everyday and katsuki drowning you in his rough ones— your man squeezing you so tight all of the time and anywhere, as milo wasn’t just his son now but yours too as you took him to the park or to the aquarium on your days off, the three of you gently living as both of milo’s small hands were occupied now instead of just one.

katsuki’s life looked like it had been generously cherished and lived in for a change.

and katsuki bakugo loved messes.

so as long as they were from you.

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Comfort Character Heaccanons:

An: because these are the easiest thing for me to write right now, I’m trying to ease out of my writers block

The Lost Boys

David is very dad coded, I think he sees himself as the oldest needing to take care of his “brothers” but wanting to turn Star and Micheal, that’s because David wants away from Max. He’s technically the true leader of their little coven but he wants to takes Max’s place. Being a maker in important to him and as grumpy and stoic as he usually in, he loves and would do any thing for him coven. He’s attached to the boys because he’s known them so long, but the way he feels about his own progeny is much stronger of a bond. Laddie even is special to him because he’s the baby of the family and must be protected at all times.

Dwayne gives me serious caregiver vibes. The way David entrust him with the safety of Laddie because he sees how close the boys are. He loves taking care of Paul and Marko too. He smiles the most when his little ones are around. He gives the best cuddles and even loves to hunt when the others are too small to hunt for themselves. Being there to calm the boys and star is.

Marko is the most chaotic of the boys, he likes to push the boundaries to see what he can get away with. Despite being less flirty than Paul Marko almost always seduces his prey first, enjoying talking to them and watching him trust them before he devours them. Marko is also an age regressor, I believe he longs for a time when he was still human deep down. When things were more simple and easy for him. I think he regresses quite young, almost around laddies age which is why they get along so well. Dwayne and Paul are little Markos favourites

Paul is also an age regressor, he didn’t even realise for years he was doing it until Dwayne pointed it out to David. He regresses a little younger than Marko meaning he needs more help. Even laddie loves to help take care of little Paul. Paul loves being a vampire when he’s little however, he insists Dwayne and Star take him hunting so he can watch. Dwayne hated it at first not wanting his little eyes to see the violence but when he hears Paul giggle watching them his heart feels much lighter. Paul is a very needed little one, but he was already a needy and clingy adult so no one in the coven is surprised when he won’t let them go. Poor boy is so touch starved.

Now if the boys take on less of a family role in their coven and see each other more as best friends, I believe this is how I would pair them off. Star becomes a full vampire not just a fledgling and ends up with Dwayne. They have their own micro-family with Laddie. David finally gets Micheal and I think they’re super cute together. The relationship gets healthier the longer the boys are together. They’re in charge of the coven together, Dwayne stepping down for Micheal so he can focus on Star and Laddie. And last Marko and Paul cannot be separated at any cost, big or little they can and will bite and claw their ways back to each other. Paul is Marko’s rock.

Slashers:

Herbert West is Aro/ace I believe. He doesn’t show much interest in that side of his life, despite most of his colleague dating or being married. Even his own best friend has heart eyes for a girl right now and he hates it. I do think he could handle a queer platonic relationship, something a little deeper than just friendship. But anything past that is foreign retorts the scientist does not want to investigate in the slightest. He wants to be closer with Dan but worries their relationship dynamic might ruin Dan’s romantic relationship. But in the end Herbert gets what he wants and Dan is already wrapped around his finger.

Micheal is strange, he grew up in a way that didn’t fully allow him to grow up. Sure his body is an adult but his mind wanders to some of his first kills when he was a boy or teen often. It’s not quite a full regression state, more he’s stuck in the past and has zero plans for his future. Micheal knows one thing and that’s killing, he hides his complexities even from himself, dumbing himself down to just being the town slasher and pretending he doesn’t exist the other half of the time.

Lester Sinclair doesn’t give me Cis energy for some reason. He’s gives off character who’s non binary but just says their birth gender to make things “easier”. Plus growing up where he did, I doubt he ran into many trans or queer people. I see him as a Demi-boy and could totally see them rocking more femme outfits if it were for Bo. Femme boy Lester keeps me going.

Jason Voorhees is an age regressor I don’t care what anyone says. I believe his brain stayed the age it was when he drowned. All he wants is to feel safe and have a good time at summer camp and to be close to his mama. Jason throws tantrums after she’s gone, if he can’t hallucinate her or talk to her shine he looses his mind, breaking down and breaking everything in his path. He’s a mama’s boy til the day he dies and he needs her. I think he stays at camp because now he gets to experiences all the fun parts without the bullying, he just gets to be kid Jason chilling in a cabin. That’s also why he kills anyone who enter for disturbing his peace and comfort.

Billy & Stu are gay for each other, that much is cannon. But I think they work well because of their dynamic. Billy gives me caregiver energy and Stu gives me flip energy. The reason Stu started to grow disinterested in Tatum is because he was stuck being both dom and caregiver for far too long. With Billy he’s allowed to regress or not be in charge and just let his Brian heal from whatever was bothering him that day. He trust Billy with his life and would do anything for him. Billy loves taking care of Stu whether it’s as his boyfriend or as his caregiver. He’s surprisingly better at the caregiver side than he is the boyfriend side. But then again he hasn’t had a lot of practice on the boyfriend department yet. He thinks little Stu is the cutest thing to walk this earth. But equally enjoys when his boyfriend is big and decides he wants to be the more dominant one that day, he’ll step aside to let Stu have his moment

Billy Lenz is a depraved perverted boy, we all know that. But I can’t even begin to describe how many kinks this man would have. For starters he has a blood kink that much is obviously, he loves playing in it, tasting it, the colour, everything. He gets hard when he tortures his victims thinking about the delicious things he could do to them. I don’t think he understands the concept of right and wrong and would go far enough as to play with a victim after they passed for his own gratification. Billy also would have a mommy kink, his mommy issues run deep and if he felt like they were giving him any sort of affection like that he would cling to them and keep them alive longer. His Brian will view the interaction sometimes and just gentle motherly comfort, that he desperately needs, or because it’s Billy his mind always wonders to sexual desires. I don’t think there would be any ways to calm this man libido he’s just a horny freak even in his sleep.

Misc:

Spencer Reid has autism, even if the show was too cowardly to fully commit to it. Along with his photographic memory it surpassingly makes the boy good at a lot more than you’d think. A lot of people think Spencer is very innocent, the type to be bashful when holding hands with a girl, but no, his hands are very skilled and he loves to use them. I headcannon he likes to finger his partner under his desk or at the couch when he’s reading or studying paperwork for his job. He finds it fun to split his focus and mess with them. He’s also really good with his mouth when he needs to be kept quiet. The boy genius is as much of a genius in the bedroom as he is at school and work.

Abby Sciuto is an age regressor for sure. Her comfort item when she’s big or little is her stuffed hippo. Her caregivers are Gibbs and McGee, but mostly Gibbs, she feel safest with him and he loves taking care of her. Gibbs doesn’t let her have Caff pow when she’s clearly regressing after a long day, the last thing he needs is a hyper toddler Abby running around the precinct. Ducky comes up to babysit sometimes when Gibbs and McGee are out on case because he knows she’s scared of the autopsy room.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs may have more than one ex wife, but he does know how to keep a woman satisfied, in the bedroom at least. He’s not great at communication and feelings and being open, that’s why his relationships crumble and fall apart. But he’s been on this earth a long time now, he’s ripe bee keeping age. He doesn’t mind if his partner is a big younger than him, but he prefers women his age. He likes to take his time in the bedroom just like he takes his time with his boat

Barry Allen is another you would expect to be innocent. But this man has a dirty mind he keeps well hidden. He’s all smiles and giggles and himbo with his friends at work, but when it’s just him and his partner behind closed doors it’s different. Barry is a switch, sometimes he has a need for control, galaxy after difficult missions, but he doesn’t mind giving up control either. He enjoys the dynamic of playing both sides. I also fully believe this man is bisexual, he simple just doesn’t have a lot of experience with men yet.

An: I wrote this twice because my phone deleted the better first draft for no reason 😭 sorry if my headcanons were all over place I had to rewrite them from memory.

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Happy birthday Dipper and Mabel!

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[seraphhskies]

long distance pt. 2

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swiss ghoul x cardinal! fem! reader

word count: 1,828

type: fluff, romance

cw: very slight sad, 18+ language

summary: In which, you are keeping an exciting secret from your favorite ghoul (who also happens to be your partner.) I had a weird dream like this a while back, and for some reason I decided it should be Swiss that I write about :) this is cross posted on AO3 as well!

Part 1

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It was the day. Fucking finally.

You’d spent the night packing, waking up entirely too early in order to catch your flight. Swiss still had no clue, and you were so excited- it was hard to remain professional. Other Cardinals of the church saw you off, so you truly were doing your best to maintain your composure. 

You waved goodbye to them, before you stopped in front of the man who had taken you under his wing. 

“Grazie, Cardinale Rossi. Per tutto.” The man blinked back tears, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Sei la benvenuta quando vuoi, cara. Visit soon, mm?” You nodded in response, though you had no wish to visit again at the moment. The cardinal was lovely to you, but home was the only place you wanted to be. You left, off to catch your flight. 

As you waited for the plane to take off, you quickly took out your phone to text Copia. The satanic pope himself had been assisting you in your return, the two of you working smoothly in order to keep it a surprise. 

Luckily, you actually managed to sleep through the entire trip. You woke up groggy, but the feeling quickly faded as you walked off the plane. Two members of the clergy waited for you outside, clad in the uniforms and everything. 

The car ride was just as anxiety inducing, and you were nearly jumping out of the car the moment you saw the building. It was as big and haunting as you remembered, the giant doors in the front seeming so welcoming and homely now. 

Your phone pinged with a text from Copia, and you responded quickly- letting him know that you were pulling up now. Your heart was racing, the grin on your face contagious. 

You were opening the door as soon as the car was in park, bouncing on the tips of your toes. Your phone pinged once more, a text from Swiss. 

S: I miss you :( thinking abt you sm today

Your heart soared, but you forced yourself to put the phone back in your pocket. You’d see him soon enough, and that would be an even better reply. 

“Copia!” You grinned, running towards the man and hitting him with an ‘oomph.’ He returned your hug, patting your shoulder gently. Copia was smiling down at you. “Piccola! It is so good to see you. Everyone has missed you so.” He hummed, patting your head as you pulled away- much like a father figure to you.

You teared up a bit, unable to help it. A sniffle escaped you. “It’s so good to be back.” You replied honestly. 

“You will be busy with the ghouls soon enough, hm?” Copia replied, a knowing glint in his eye. 

A smile grew on your face as you nodded. “I hope so. It’ll be nice to have some out of work interaction.” You said. You hadn’t made any friends while away, not for a lack of trying. You just simply hadn’t connected with anyone. This was your home. 

“We won’t send you away again, piccola.” Copia always seemed to understand. “Let’s get you to your ghoul, eh?” He laughed, and you were right beside him as he began to walk. 

You tried to appear interested in the conversation, but the way your heart was pounding in your ears made it hard to really listen. Your brain was screaming to seek out Swiss, but you were going to see this plan through. You couldn’t spoil it after you’d come this far. It was mere hours to go, after all.

You breathed in the smell of home, the halls surprisingly empty as Copia led you through them to the Ghouls’ chambers. Thrilled, you practically bounded past the man as you entered the room. There were only a few ghouls out in the small living room and kitchen area that they all shared. 

You breathed in, a bright smile on your face. It smelled like home. 

Cirrus was the first to react, practically shrieking as she tossed the ghoul strewn across her to the side. You grinned, throwing your arms around her in return. “You’re back!” The ghoulette exclaimed, squeezing you tightly. 

Cirrus pulled back quickly, gripping you by the shoulders as you went wide-eyed. “Swiss isn’t here,” She began to explain. “He just left two hours ago for kitchen duty.” You grinned at Copia, giving him a thumbs up as he awkwardly waited by the door. “Perfect.” You replied. “I was a little worried we’d be too early and I’d ruin the surprise.” You laughed, and Cirrus smiled in response- though it quickly turned into a smirk. 

“He’ll probably smell you from across the church,” She snorted, before turning her attention to the ghoul pile on the couch. “We do have some new ghouls! Although you already know Dew and Mountain.” Cirrus laughed, covering her mouth. 

Dewdrop was at the bottom of the pile, Mountain next, with two more ghouls on top. “Phantom is the one closest to Mountain,” Cirrus pointed. “And that’s Rain on top. Summoned a few months ago.” You smiled, greeting them softly- especially since a few were still asleep. “Ooooh,” Cirrus gasped, tugging your hand. “Let’s go to Swiss’ room. I’m sure that’s where you’ll be staying.”

You flushed, laughing as she practically dragged you. 

“The other ghouls have jobs right now too,” She hummed, opening the door. “Should be over in about an hour or so though.” 

You walked into the room a bit hesitantly, looking around. It was a typical man’s room, except for a few things that you had mailed him. There was a plushie, similar to the one you had, that sat nicely on the bed. Near his desk, there were photos of the two of you that you’d taken before leaving. 

The room smelled like him, exactly as you’d remembered. You couldn’t help but grow more excited, thumbing over the pictures with a soft smile. 

“Here are your bags, cara.” Copia said softly, both him and Cirrus sharing a look. “Thank you.” You murmured, just now realizing how anxious you were. You hesitated on taking the bag, before shaking yourself out of it- grabbing it by the handle and rolling it into the corner. 

“What should I do?” You muttered, looking wide-eyed at Cirrus as you began to pace. “Do you think I should like- hide in the closet?” You were expressing all your thoughts aloud. “Or should I sit on the bed?” Copia gave a little wave, before he disappeared from the room. Cirrus was looking at you, and you could practically feel the pity radiating off of her. “Don’t worry so much.” She cooed, crossing the room to grasp your hands reassuringly. “He loves you. It doesn’t matter if you’re posed on his bed or hiding somewhere.” 

You took a breath, squeezing her hands in thanks. She gave you a quick pat before letting you go. “Either way, my vote’s for you waiting on the bed.” If she wasn’t wearing a mask, you were sure she was wiggling her eyebrows at you. Her teeth were bared in a huge grin, which told you all you needed to know. 

Your palms were sweaty, but you did your best to wave Cirrus off. You paced for a bit longer, freaking out even more when you looked at the time. Forty-five minutes had passed. At most, you had another fifteen to twenty before he was here. In the room. With you.

Giving up, you flopped onto his bed. You were both exhausted and wide awake, feeling as though you might go crazy from anxiety. Or throw up, whichever one happened first. You rolled over, staring at the ceiling. 

I can do this. You breathed. 

The door creaked. You shot up, heart pounding. Voices sounded from the living room, and you tried to relax. You could hear him talking almost through the walls, before he stopped. Then the other voices quieted too. 

It was silent all of a sudden, before you heard footsteps rushing to the room. The door creaked loudly, smacking the wall with a bang. 

You watched and listened with baited breath, sitting up straight. 

“Princess?” He was there, standing in the doorway with his chest heaving. It was impossible not to recognize him, even with his mask on.

You stood, and it wasn’t even a second before Swiss, your ghoul, had crossed the room and brought you into his grasp. You could hear his heart beating, feel the way his chest moved quickly- still calming down from running into the room. 

Your eyes welled up with tears, happy ones, as you felt his arms wrap around you. Relief settled in your chest, washing the earlier anxiety away. You started to cry before you could help it, pulling away a bit to look up at your partner.

“You’re really here.” He murmured, hands quickly coming up to your face to cup your cheeks. You smiled, sniffling a little as you looked at him. “I’m here.” You reassured. “And not leaving again.” The two of you shared a watery laugh.

You uncoiled yourself from Swiss, reaching up to pull his mask off. He was grinning brightly at you, and you felt your breath hitch. Ghouls were beautiful, and you’d seen his face so many times, but he always took your breath away. 

You smiled too, running a thumb over his cheek where you were holding his face, before drawing him into a kiss. 

Your lips moved in perfect sync, molding together easily. His hands pulled you closer and rested on your hips, drawing small circles into your skin. The kiss was gentle, your hands falling to rest on his chest. You hummed as Swiss gave you a gentle squeeze, sighing against your mouth before separating from you.

His hand met your cheek again, touch practically feather light as you pressed your cheek further into him. You turned your head, placing a few soft kisses into his palm. 

A cheer interrupted the two of you, the other ghouls (Cirrus in front, of course) whooping loudly and clapping. Your face flushed, and you dropped your head against Swiss’ chest as he chuckled. He waved them off, and you only moved your head once you heard the door click shut. 

He was looking at you again, so tenderly you thought you would melt. “I’ve missed you.” Swiss sighed, hugging you to him. Your arms wrapped around his middle in return. “Can’t believe you traveled all the way here and didn’t tell me.” He snorted. “Who knew you were such a sneak!” 

You laughed, smiling softly as you looked up at him. You were honestly quite proud of yourself. 

“I had a little help,” You admitted. “But it was so haaaard! I couldn’t tell you and I’d known for like months.” Your voice was little more than a whine.

“Months?!” Swiss yelped, eyebrows raising. “Damn,” He snickered. “You did good, baby. I didn’t suspect a thing.”

[seraphhskies]

long distance pt. 1

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swiss ghoul x cardinal! fem! reader

word count: 751

type: fluff, romance cw: very slight sad, 18+ language summary: In which, you are keeping an exciting secret from your favorite ghoul (who also happens to be your partner.) I had a weird dream like this a while back, and for some reason I decided it should be Swiss that I write about :) this is cross posted on AO3 as well!

Part 2

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“I will fucking end you, Swiss! Are you kidding?” You yelled into your microphone, frantically tapping the keys on your keyboard. You were determined to find him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, princess.” He replied, causing you to groan in frustration. The smirk in Swiss’ voice was audible, even through headphones.

“You know exactly what you did!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air. “I needed that iron!”

“Well, maybe I needed it too!” He argued back, protesting as you found him in the game. 

“Then go get your own!” You snickered, punching him. The two of you had played Minecraft for as long as you’d been dating, using it as a way to have dates despite the distance. Complaints filled your ears as you actually killed him- smacking his character to death with just your hands.

It went like this most of the time- well, not that you killed him frequently- but he always found some trouble to get into, even in a video game. 

You huffed, stretching as you leaned back in your chair. “I practically heard your spine snapping from here.” His voice crackled, and you rolled your eyes despite the fond smile growing. “Yeah, uh huh.” You replied, squinting as you tried to determine which was the best way home. 

Swiss sighed loudly, doing it multiple times before you finally responded. “What’s up?” You gave in. 

“I miss you.” He complained, oddly sappy with you over the phone today. 

“I miss you too.” You smiled, a fuzzy feeling in your chest. You hadn’t told him, but in about a week you would finally be seeing one another after an entire year apart. The Ministry had sent you across the country for work, but you had recently applied to work back in the states. They had accepted, so you were due to return in about a week. Swiss had been kept busy too, so you had not seen him since you left.

You heard some shuffling on the other line, arguing, and then a series of thumps. 

“Swiss?” You called, brows furrowed in concern. No response.

“Baby?” You tried again. “Everything okay?”

“Fine!” It was faint, but you sighed in relief. More shuffling, and you winced as a high pitched sound filled the mic, before another voice greeted you. In the background, you could hear what sounded like wrestling, and protests.

“Are we playing Minecraft?” The voice chirped, and you laughed when you realized. 

“Cirrus!” You greeted, and she responded in kind. “Yeah, Swiss and I were playing. Bitch used all my iron though.” You teased, knowing that he could hear you. He always tended to, especially with the heightened hearing that ghouls seemed to have. 

“Mhm, sounds like him.” Cirrus laughed, Swiss shrieking behind her as she hijacked the game. “We miss yoooou,” Cirrus complained, absently running around in the world. “You coming back anytime soon? Someone needs to keep this guy in line.”

You laughed softly, making sure that you sounded sad. “No, I wish though. I would love to come home.” 

“Oh sh- gotta go!” Cirrus rushed out, sounding like she had the mic pressed to her face. “Hey!” She sounded distant now, and you heard a grunt before Swiss’ voice came back. 

He was arguing with the other ghouls in the room, and it took a few minutes for him to push them out. When he did, Swiss groaned before apologizing. 

“Sorry, princess.” He murmured. “They forcefully removed you from me,” Swiss sighed dramatically. “I fought hard.”

“I’m sure you did.” You snorted. The two of you talked for a while longer, as you always did. Eventually, you both were yawning over the phone. You climbed into bed, taking your laptop with you as you got cozy.

A frown came over your face as you fought yet another yawn, not wanting to hang up. “You should head to sleep, sweet thing.” Swiss murmured, sounding exhausted himself.

You simply hummed in response. It was times like these that you truly felt the distance. It’d been a hard year, especially since you two had just become serious two weeks before you had to leave. The two of you said your sappy goodbyes, before you finally pressed the dreaded hang-up button.

With a sad sigh, you curled up in your bed. It was warm and fluffy underneath your blankets, especially as you clutched a giant plushie to your chest, and yet you still felt empty. The week couldn’t go by soon enough. 

[seraphhskies]

RAHH

I just had the best Cardinal ff idea it will be coming SOON AHH

It’s gonna be angsty and prob have a happy ending, mayhaps my longest ff so far?

[seraphhskies]

Thank you @mega-kittyglitter-1 and everyone who got me to 25 reblogs!

angry love confessions

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wolverine (logan howlett) x gn! xmen! reader

word count: 807 type: fluff! cw: 18+ language, anger & cursing but it's wholesome, slightly suggestive ending

summary: reader (you) come back after a solo mission, one that Logan specifically didn't want you going on. a/n: AHH ok i wrote my first requested one, n my first logan fic! please leave any feedback you have, and feel free to leave requests :) i like to write fluff and smut mostly, so leave whatever you'd like! this is short for one of my works, but we'll get there dw (i'm absolutely dying to write a wade fic, so pleaseplease send those i'm begging)

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“What the fuck were you thinking?” Logan exploded, yelling at you from across the counter. You scowled right back at him, standing up from where you had previously been trying to eat. It had been awkwardly silent, until he finally just snapped.

“I was thinking that I could be helpful for once!” You returned, matching his tone with a much calmer energy. Your brow was furrowed as you placed your hands on the counter. Logan paced, angry eyes studying your face before he looked away, taking a few steps in your direction.

“You could have been killed,” He hissed, pointing at you as if to prove a point. You scoffed. “I’m fine! We needed to get them out and you wanted to wait too long!” Your tone was pointed, briefly registering the sound of footsteps before they turned back the way they came. 

“Yeah, it’s safer to have people with you.” Logan growled, eyes darting towards your bandaged shoulder. You rolled your eyes. Logan’s protective nature was really showing, but it wasn’t making sense.

“It’s not a big deal,” You insisted. “Nobody had to get hurt, and I handled it just fine.” You were defensive, a bit irritated that the man was babying you. Logan, without a doubt, was who you were closest to- and sure, he was as protective of you as everyone else. But this? This was new. 

“You got hurt,” He huffed, almost in disbelief. “I’m. Fine.” You repeated, in the most defiant, sure tone you could manage. 

“Yeah, and what if you weren’t?” Logan asked rhetorically. “Who woulda saved you then, bub?” He growled, crossing the room towards you. You could practically feel his breath on your face. You looked up at him, the man quite a few inches taller than you- but you stood defiantly. 

“It didn’t come to that.” You argued. 

He groaned in irritation, turning away from you and running a hand through his hair. Hurt coursed through you, but mostly confusion.

“Why the fuck do you care so much, Logan?” You finally voiced, still argumentative as you stood up for yourself. “I mean, you’re acting like me saving people- doing my job, is a big fucking problem!” 

You could see his shoulders tense, but you kept going- anger pooling in your stomach as you vented. 

“I am here, I’m safe, and I’m fine. What’s the big fucking deal?” At your accusing tone, he finally turned around- his scowl practically forming a snarl. 

“You could have died.” Logan ground out. 

“Yeah, and?” You scoffed, waving off your possible death as though it were nothing. “We’re X-Men,” A mirthless laugh left you. “Don’t see why you ca-”

“Because I love you,” He yelled, chest heaving with his confession. Your eyes went wide, processing what he said. 

Oh.

“What?” You breathed, just standing there in shock. 

“I-” Logan hesitated, anger finally starting to dim. “I fuckin’ love you,” He confessed. Emotions flickered through you. Was he being serious?

“Always have.” He said gruffly, crossing his arms in a defensive manner. “And you just go off and nearly get yourself killed- but the worst part is you don’t care.” The last part was a hiss, but you were already starting to grin. Your anger was practically forgotten.

“You love me?” You asked, just double checking. Logan glared at you, but nodded silently. You felt like a schoolgirl who’s crush was returned, as you had been pining for Logan since as long as you had been friends. 

God, was this real? 

You took two steps, crossing the distance between you easily, and clutched his shirt. You drew him to you as roughly as you could manage and pressed your lips to his. He groaned in surprise, quickly returning the kiss. 

You sighed against his mouth, feeling his stubble prickling you as you cupped his cheek. Your mouths moved together in perfect sync, before the kiss turned rough- quickly becoming all tongue and teeth. His hands were warm on your waist, drawing you impossibly close as your bodies molded perfectly together. 

By the time you separated, a string of saliva connected the two of you. 

“For the record,” You said with a grin, making no move to escape the man's hold. “I love you too.” 

His lips captured yours once more in a searing kiss, one that sent burning need coursing through your body. He felt so right against you, and you felt yourself melting against him once more. 

“Argument’s not over.” Logan grunted once you pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. You hummed. 

“Argue in the bedroom.” You cracked a smile, opening your eyes before a yelp left you. Logan hoisted you up- practically tossing you over his shoulder. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he held firm, hiding the smug look on his face. 

And argue he did. 

[seraphhskies]

question

should i put my ghost (the band) fanfics on here too? they're on ao3 but i dont knooooooOOOOw

[seraphhskies]

Thinking about Deadpool resting his head against your chest so you can caress his face. Wade deserves the full princess treatment. And he can chatter away while you gently massage the scar tissue along his cheekbones, then his jaw, then the nape of his neck. And you will hum in time with his banter, pressing little kisses to his forehead. Your baby girl

[seraphhskies]

angry love confessions

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wolverine (logan howlett) x gn! xmen! reader

word count: 807 type: fluff! cw: 18+ language, anger & cursing but it's wholesome, slightly suggestive ending

summary: reader (you) come back after a solo mission, one that Logan specifically didn't want you going on. a/n: AHH ok i wrote my first requested one, n my first logan fic! please leave any feedback you have, and feel free to leave requests :) i like to write fluff and smut mostly, so leave whatever you'd like! this is short for one of my works, but we'll get there dw (i'm absolutely dying to write a wade fic, so pleaseplease send those i'm begging)

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“What the fuck were you thinking?” Logan exploded, yelling at you from across the counter. You scowled right back at him, standing up from where you had previously been trying to eat. It had been awkwardly silent, until he finally just snapped.

“I was thinking that I could be helpful for once!” You returned, matching his tone with a much calmer energy. Your brow was furrowed as you placed your hands on the counter. Logan paced, angry eyes studying your face before he looked away, taking a few steps in your direction.

“You could have been killed,” He hissed, pointing at you as if to prove a point. You scoffed. “I’m fine! We needed to get them out and you wanted to wait too long!” Your tone was pointed, briefly registering the sound of footsteps before they turned back the way they came. 

“Yeah, it’s safer to have people with you.” Logan growled, eyes darting towards your bandaged shoulder. You rolled your eyes. Logan’s protective nature was really showing, but it wasn’t making sense.

“It’s not a big deal,” You insisted. “Nobody had to get hurt, and I handled it just fine.” You were defensive, a bit irritated that the man was babying you. Logan, without a doubt, was who you were closest to- and sure, he was as protective of you as everyone else. But this? This was new. 

“You got hurt,” He huffed, almost in disbelief. “I’m. Fine.” You repeated, in the most defiant, sure tone you could manage. 

“Yeah, and what if you weren’t?” Logan asked rhetorically. “Who woulda saved you then, bub?” He growled, crossing the room towards you. You could practically feel his breath on your face. You looked up at him, the man quite a few inches taller than you- but you stood defiantly. 

“It didn’t come to that.” You argued. 

He groaned in irritation, turning away from you and running a hand through his hair. Hurt coursed through you, but mostly confusion.

“Why the fuck do you care so much, Logan?” You finally voiced, still argumentative as you stood up for yourself. “I mean, you’re acting like me saving people- doing my job, is a big fucking problem!” 

You could see his shoulders tense, but you kept going- anger pooling in your stomach as you vented. 

“I am here, I’m safe, and I’m fine. What’s the big fucking deal?” At your accusing tone, he finally turned around- his scowl practically forming a snarl. 

“You could have died.” Logan ground out. 

“Yeah, and?” You scoffed, waving off your possible death as though it were nothing. “We’re X-Men,” A mirthless laugh left you. “Don’t see why you ca-”

“Because I love you,” He yelled, chest heaving with his confession. Your eyes went wide, processing what he said. 

Oh.

“What?” You breathed, just standing there in shock. 

“I-” Logan hesitated, anger finally starting to dim. “I fuckin’ love you,” He confessed. Emotions flickered through you. Was he being serious?

“Always have.” He said gruffly, crossing his arms in a defensive manner. “And you just go off and nearly get yourself killed- but the worst part is you don’t care.” The last part was a hiss, but you were already starting to grin. Your anger was practically forgotten.

“You love me?” You asked, just double checking. Logan glared at you, but nodded silently. You felt like a schoolgirl who’s crush was returned, as you had been pining for Logan since as long as you had been friends. 

God, was this real? 

You took two steps, crossing the distance between you easily, and clutched his shirt. You drew him to you as roughly as you could manage and pressed your lips to his. He groaned in surprise, quickly returning the kiss. 

You sighed against his mouth, feeling his stubble prickling you as you cupped his cheek. Your mouths moved together in perfect sync, before the kiss turned rough- quickly becoming all tongue and teeth. His hands were warm on your waist, drawing you impossibly close as your bodies molded perfectly together. 

By the time you separated, a string of saliva connected the two of you. 

“For the record,” You said with a grin, making no move to escape the man's hold. “I love you too.” 

His lips captured yours once more in a searing kiss, one that sent burning need coursing through your body. He felt so right against you, and you felt yourself melting against him once more. 

“Argument’s not over.” Logan grunted once you pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. You hummed. 

“Argue in the bedroom.” You cracked a smile, opening your eyes before a yelp left you. Logan hoisted you up- practically tossing you over his shoulder. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he held firm, hiding the smug look on his face. 

And argue he did. 

[seraphhskies]

Announcement: I will leave my Colloquial Italian Guides up, but will likely be retiring them.

A group of Italian Ghost fans got together and put together what looks like an exhaustive Italian guide for fic writing. It’s here:

I haven’t looked through at all, but since I have been feeling extremely insecure about ALL of my skills lately, perhaps it’s a good idea to pass the torch. I’m sure it’s a much better resource than my wacky posts.

For what it’s worth to anyone, you can still message me or ask about any translations à la carte, anytime.

Anyway. Xoxo

[seraphhskies]

Um...I'm a bit shy. Hello there. Uh...do you write Yandere fanfics or drabbles? If so, I NEED a Yandere Logan, please...from the Deadpool and Wolverine movie?

Hii!! Tysm for requesting, I can definitely try my hand at it!!

[seraphhskies]

Angry love confession with Logan?:)

This is so good, happening immediately