speakingsoftly - Tumblr blog

speakingsoftly · 19 hours ago

Text

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part4

“What the hell are you chokin on?” Katsuki grumbles, his eyes still on the road in front of him.

“Nothing. I just- uhm.” Your hand extends the golden hoop so he can see what you’d reacted to, your free hand reaching to tuck you hair behind your ear as his eyes dart from your palm to your face. “This fell out of the mirror. It just surprised me.”

“Your own earring scared you?” Why did your stomach hurt realizing he knew it wasn’t yours but was trying to play it off as if he didn’t? It was obvious in the nervous jitter in his voice, like a child afraid to ask his mother for a cookie. “Didn’t know you-.”

“You know this isn’t mine.” Why did it matter that a girl was in his passanger seat and planted it for another girl to find? “Who ever you had in your car last is worried you’re cheating. That’s why women do this.”

“It’s not cheating, we aren’t dating.” His hand runs through his hair, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips as you tuck the jewelry back to where it had come from. “I didn’t even see her put that there.”

“I’m not sure how you’d like me to respond, so I’m just gonna say okay.” The thought of another girl sitting in Katsukis passanger seat had never bothered you before, but now it was hard to not feel betrayed. As long as you’d known him, he’d never given anyone rides, and even made a point to uber to and from the dates he’d go on to avoid doing so. “You gave her a ride?”

“Unfortunately. Her phone died while we were out and we drove to her place.” The nervous tapping of his thumb against his steering wheel made sweat begin to cover your spine. He’s always shared his stories (leaving out the obvious details) but this explanation felt different. “I haven’t seen her since and when you ditched me because of it I stopped replying to her messages.”

The dots come together in your head just as he turned into your apartments car park. This belonged to the girl that had texted you from him phone the night before he ditched you. He never came home that night because he was with her and couldn’t exactly take her to his house while you slept in his bed. Your chest was aching.

“I’ll walk from here.” You felt suddenly nauseous and didn’t want to ruin his car because you’d suddenly felt sick to your stomach knowing the correlation between the earring and his absence. “Thanks for the ride.”

He hadn’t even put the car in park but you were undoing your seat belt and reaching for the door handle. You needed air, and space to figure out while the hell your blood ran cold and your heart had felt pinched. Were you jealous?

No. Not when you’d been in and out of relationships and situationships since the two of you met and you’d never felt this unsettled knowing he’d been seeing someone. You were just angry earring girl is the reason he never showed up to talk to your students.

“No, wait.” His finger presses the door lock repeated, not allowing you to exit or get the space you needed. “I know you’re still pissed, and I don’t blame you. But she’s not the reason I didn’t go, so don’t get shitty over her when it’s all on me.”

“I just really need to get to bed.” You lie, trying to collect yourself as you smile falsely in his direction. He seemed worried, overwhelmed and completely unlike himself as he chews his bottom lip. “We’re good.”

It took a few more reassurance for him to finally ease up enough for you to exit his car, but it’s not like he was dropping you off. He followed you out of the car park and toward your front door while his hands shined into his pockets and emotion void of his face.

“I’m heading to bed, you know where the blankets are.” If he wanted to crash here, you wouldn’t stop him. You’d stayed at his place more times than you could count, so you’d ignore the thick uncomfortable tension to return the favor. “If you want to change I think you still have sweats in the laundry closet.”

“I’m not staying, I’m just not done talking.” He stands in the kitchen where you’d just poured yourself a glass of water, his keys landing on your small breakfast nook as you raise a brow in his direction. “I’m sorry. I fucked up and ditched something important to you because I couldn’t sort myself out. If I could go back and never even respond to her text that day I wouldn’t. It wasn’t worth it.”

“It is what it is.” Which is what you’d been telling yourself over and over every time you’d hurt yourself thinking about it. “I already told you were fine. I’ll text you in the morning and things can go back to normal.”

“I saw the way you looked at me when that damn earring fell, you’re upset.” He was right, you were upset but it wasn’t like you had any right to be. The two of you were friends- who’d shared a couple of drunk cuddles. Was that the reason you felt uneasy as he made his way closer? “Is it because she sat in your seat? I won’t let anyone sit there again, that way you don’t have to worry about it. Put your damn name on the dash if you want- just don’t ever look at me like that again.”

“What? No, I can’t make you banish everyone from your passenger seat- I was just surprised.” Which was partially true, never in a million years would you expect a woman to attempt to mark her territory in your best friend’s car. “Plus, you said you aren’t dating her it’s not like it’s gonna happen again.”

Your heart beat thumps in your jugular, watching Katsuki lean across from you and cross his arms. Had he always looked at you so softly? The scowl he notoriously wore was no where in site as your hands shove into your pockets nervously. You were uncomfortable being held by his gaze, and you knew it was obvious.

“If it upsets you like this, I promise you it won’t happen again.” You wanted nothing more for this unbearably awkward conversation to be over, so you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. “Don’t do that, it’s hard to con-.”

Loud knocks come from your front door, thankfully ending the conversation when Katsuki moves to see who was knocking. You follow behind him, seeing as it was your door being knocked on and not his. Unfortunately you had a decently good idea who was pounding on your door- and you knew it wasn’t going to end well.

“Why the fuck do you keep showing up?” Katsuki asks, swinging your door open to reveal Bryce, the man you’d broken things off with and been harassed by ever since. “She told you she’s done, now fuck off.”

“She’s just confused.” Bryce spits, attempting to shove past the two of you to enter your apartment. With one hard shove, Katsuki makes sure it doesn’t happen. “So what? You leave me for this prick?”

“We weren’t dating Bryce.” You explain calmly, grabbing Katsukis arm to pull him back. His chest was heaving and you could tell he was struggling to contain the anger he felt for his coworker standing in your hallway. “You wanted more and I told you no, I’m not seeing anyone else. I only said that to get you to back off. You’re acting insane, and if you don’t stop I’ll press charges and you can kiss your career goodbye.”

“He can kiss it goodbye regardless, he won’t be employed by the time he tries to clock in tomorrow.” Bryce’s jaw tenses, his eyes hardening as Katusukj drapes an arm over your shoulders. A shudder ripples through your body, enjoying his touch far too much. “If you won’t take her telling your sorry ass no as an answer, I’d be happy to make you understand it.”

“I’ll be back, you know I will. I love you, I’m not giving up on us.” Bryce calls, turning to leave. Katsukis grip tightens as the two of you watch him walk away. “I’ll never stop!”

“Go pack a few things, you’re not staying here.”

———

Yeah idk how to end this whoops.

-Parchy💖

———

Permanent Tags: @k0z3me @themultifandomgirl @strwbrrykthv @stanseventeen @kalulakunundrum

@iluv-ace @falling-throughthe-hourglass @disaster-rose @pikachuzhc @zaiban2989

@v3n7s @nemisimp

@babylambdietcoke @msmarvelknight @hyunjinshairband7 @minssecret @cl3xr

@ffyona1214 @waterfal-ling @meru-the-succubus @randomhuman112 @ghostswhoretbh

@cheshairacat @bbybubbles @hantas-left-elbow @spltbtch @stoned-anime-babe

@irenne-stans

@emmab3mma @yoongiismylove2018 @zmbiecvntlala @itgetzweird08 @snoozebun

@monkey-d-hoshizora98 @ita606 @missmanda511 @msxmeow @thewonderingcherrycoke

@olivetree3 @anime2006 @makeitrainonsomehoes @mochiiee0-o @miceydarling

@holobean @mcromer2999-blog @aranikai @hebewebe @thekidscallmebosss

286 notes · View notes

speakingsoftly · 2 days ago

Note

HI BABES 😼😼 I adore ur smau so so so so much and was hoping you you could do a denki one.... I adore him so much but i feel like i've read all of the smaua with him.

you can write whatever you want and I will eat it up 🙏

.ᐟ order up

d.kaminari smau

when you’re coworkers in food service

a/n: now just picture kami wearing a cute little waiter apron

m.list

282 notes · View notes

speakingsoftly · 3 days ago

Note

Bae. I love how you write bakugo and I MISS how you write him. If you feel like it, a smau for anything bakugo. Anything

If u want more creative guidance??? Maybe keep with the workout partner theme? Or maybe more canonical and they’re pro hero coworkers? Or anything else ??? Idfk I’m not a writer or creative I’m just tryna give ideas

.ᐟ co-running

k.bakugou smau

when you own an agency together

a/n: im ao higgh rn ohhhhhhmfg j love you ixeyi

m.list

620 notes · View notes

speakingsoftly · 3 days ago

Text

wrong number

d.kaminari

-in which his hookup gives him the wrong number, and it just so happens to be yours.

754 notes · View notes

speakingsoftly · 3 days ago

Text

🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

64.media.tumblr.com

We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.

Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.

What This Means to Us:

Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.

Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.

With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️

✅️ Vetted by ✅️

@gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #309 )✅️

@fancysmudges @brokenbackmountain @just-browsing1222-deactivated20 @mothblossoms @aleciosun @fluoresensitive @khizuo @lesbiandardevil @transmutationisms @schoolhater @timogsilangan @appsa @buttercuparry @sayruq @malcriada @palestinegenocide @sar-soor @akajustmerry @annoyingloudmicrowavecultist @feluka @tortiefrancis @flower-tea-fairies @tsaricides @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @visenyasdragon @belleandsaintsebastian @ear-motif @kordeliiius @brutaliakhoa @raelyn-dreams @troythecatfish @theropoda @tamarrud @4ft10tvlandfangirl @queerstudiesnatural @northgazaupdates2 @skatezophrenic @awetistic-things @camgirlpanopticon @baby-girl-aaron-dessner @nabulsi @sygol @junglejim4322 @heritageposts @chososhairbuns @palistani @dlxxv-vetted-donations @illuminated-runas @imjustheretotrytohelp

#gaza #free palestine #free gaza #send help #:speakingsoftly

13K notes · View notes

speakingsoftly · 3 days ago

Text

010. CARNATIONS

It was all a blur.

Desperate arms wrapped around his frame the moment he stepped into sight. Touya shed more tears than he had in years today, the faces in the back of his mind that were beginning to fade away became crystal clear in an instant. Twin diamonds shine and leave a salty trail down his cheeks when his mother finally hugs him.

She cradled Touya's face in her palms as her fingers rubbed gently against his skin—telling Touya she was so proud of him, telling Touya he looked so healthy—telling Touya she was so happy to see him. Touya smiles when he's sad, and it was truly a sight to behold. His eyes had shards of gold glittering in them as they caught the afternoon sun's rays, and his smile was so handsome and authentic, it looked like the Gods themselves had carved it into his face.

Natsuo wasn't as 'tough' as Touya remembered him. Because the moment Touya cursed his brother out for getting taller than him while he was gone, Natsuo weeped like a newborn. Maybe he was mourning all those years growing up without having his older brother by his side—the years he spent as a teenager thinking he was getting older than his Touya-nii ever got to be.

Fuyumi was strong—she was able to hold Touya up all on her own when he crumped against her, pressing his cheek into the crown of her head as he thanked her for staying shorter than him. Her laughter is wet with tears, but it was just as sweet as he remembered. Natsuo's was too—just seeing them smiling at him felt like they'd ripped past skin and fleshed and pierced Touya's heart with a dagger carved with love.

Shoto's eyes flittered between his siblings and mother—watching them all stand around Touya as he swayed on his feet, unable to hold himself up as they all murmur quietly to each other—there weren't many words spoken, just the occasional sniffling and hiccuping sobs as they fussed over him

Shoto doesn't know when you intertwined your fingers with his to hold his hand, but he'll be forever grateful you did because his chest is so tight he doesn't think he can breathe right. His eyes move fast, rapidly blinking as he watches the scene in front of him unfold from afar

He's never felt more like an outsider than he did right now. He was watching his family show more emotion in this moment than he's ever seen in years. He looks to you for a moment, almost hesitating to step towards them all as his eyes are clouded with an unmistakable mist. You squeeze Shoto's hand encouragingly, and soon enough, he's slipping out of your grasp and gravitating towards Touya.

He's facing Touya's back right now, watching his older brother lean into their mother's palm as she kisses his hands before Shoto clears his throat—an attempt to catch their attention. He can see the muscles in Touya's back physically tense before he turns around. Touya's eyes catch yours first—before they slowly move to Shoto.

Shoto isn't a very good hugger. He's not really sure how to wrap his arms around Touya without it being awkward. Unfortunately—Touya also wasn't a good hugger. He stills when Shoto slowly wraps his arms around him, the younger boy's eyes closing as his face bumps against Touya's chest. Touya's words are stuck in his throat as his mouth goes dry, a strange feeling spreading in his chest as he looks down to see Shoto's ivory and ruby strands pressed against him.

Touya always thought Shoto had grown up to be a carbon copy of their father. He didn't know why, but he never really assumed Shoto may have grown to be a good kid until the war.

So, Touya tries his best. Wrapping his arms around the younger boy and letting out a shaky breath as his eyes squeeze close.

Rei went overboard with dinner. The table was covered with all the classics—rice, grilled fish, miso soup, pickled vegetables—everything and anything you could imagine. Rei was so proud when she saw the look on Touya's face, her heart soaring as her son muttered something along the lines of how good the food looked.

You were Touya's support through the entire dinner as he spoke. Most of the questions he got asked consisted of how he was feeling and adjusting. He answered all of them remarkably well, his voice even and smile calm as he ate his dinner

You sat in between Shoto and Touya, and you almost wish you weren't sitting between them when you watch Shoto lean over the table to look at Touya every time he spoke. It was like he was in a trance as he watched his older brother speak—if Touya noticed Shoto's lingering stare, he didn't say anything.

Shoto wanted to hear every word that came out of Touya's mouth. And luckily, everyone stayed at the dinner table well after dinner was finished. The conversation was nostalgic and calm. It was sad and maybe sometimes Touya would have to blink back tears, but God, he loved it all so much.

Rei was quiet for most of the dinner, save for soft smiles as she listened to Touya talk. Even when he was a kid, Touya talked a lot. She wants to ask Touya if he knows how he subconsciously leans towards you during the entire dinner, whispering things in your ear that have you fighting a smile

It was stupid little jokes he made whenever someone wasn't speaking to him—he'd jump so fast whenever he noticed the attention wasn't on him anymore as his eyes found yours. Unfortunately, Touya didn't notice how his mother's eyes never left him.

She saw it all. The way your eyes crinkled with a smile whenever Touya said something stupid, how Touya offers to fill your glass and how you and him get into a quiet argument on who gets the bigger piece of fish, both of you insisting the other gets the larger half. You two end up sharing, smiling with silent laughter whenever his fork clinks against yours

Rei knows Touya's kindness isn't because of her parenting. It can't be. Touya was an angry and mean child, one who lashed out often and couldn't get along with others.

She had trouble dealing with Touya, and Enji did nothing but worsen his condition. Her own inner turmoil had her mind falling apart, and she had been struggling with the man who was supposed to protect them just as much as Touya was.

You made Touya like this—calming the storm in his heart Rei thought would rage on forever.

When he was Dabi, Touya was even worse. She had seen the news, she knew her first born was alive and wreaking absolute havoc. Years ago, his supposed death had been her breaking point. And, oh, what she would have given to save him from his inevitable fate.

She failed Touya. She and Enji, they had both failed him. Not intentionally—she never meant to fail him the way she did.

But you had not failed Touya, and Rei was going to treasure you forever for unknowingly saving her family.

Rei hadn't experienced real love before. But the way Touya just looks at you lets her know that even if she didn't get the privilege of being able to know what it was like, her son did. And that alone is enough to make her happy.

"Mom?"

Rei is startled, turning to look at Natsuo when he places a hand on her shoulder, dishes in hand. Everyone's dispersed by now, and she realizes she's the only one still at the table.

"You spaced out again." Natsuo says, a sad smile on his face as he gently rubs his mother's shoulder. Rei's lips part as she makes a little 'o' with her mouth, before smiling softly

"Touya's in love."

Natsuo blinks once, twice, before his lip twitches upward. He slides into the spot beside his mother, leaning in closer as he takes a quick glance at you and Touya—who was marveling over the endless channels on the big screen TV that was placed in the center of the living room, your laughter flowing through the air at his excited commentary—he was pointing out all of his favorite movies as a kid.

"I know. Just...try not to say anything to them, okay? It's definitely not something either of them can pursue yet. Bringing it up in front of them isn't the best idea right now." He mutters quietly as Rei nods slowly, the gears in her mind shifting as she stays quiet in thought. Fuyumi calls Natsuo from the kitchen, asking him to bring the remaining dishes as he quickly stands up, following her voice.

Shoto pretends he wasn't able to hear Natsuo as he keeps his head low, piling the remaining dishes into his arms before strolling after his older brother. Of course, you had offered to help clean up like a good guest earlier—but Fuyumi had shooed you and Touya away before either of you got the chance, telling you to get comfortable in the living room.

Rei tilts her head to try and get a better look at you. Maybe she's getting ahead of herself, but Rei's thinking of the silver wedding band laying on the edge of her vanity. It was a ring that meant nothing, never had when it was slipped onto her finger

But it was a beautiful ring.

She wished it had been spent on a truer love. On something real and tangible, something as beautiful as the delicate diamonds encrusted into it. She zeroes in on your fingers, watching the way they curl around the TV's remote as you dangle it out of Touya's reach. He growls and grunts in an attempt to snatch it back from you, his laughter peaking through his facade easily as your squeals sound through the air

Yes, your fingers look like they'd fit her ring. She didn't ever think about passing her wedding ring down to one of her children, never even considered the thought. But...

For the first time in so many years, it was laughter that bounced between the walls of this house. It was beginning to feel like a home again.

You and Touya are dancing around such a fine line so carelessly.

Touya doesn't even know he's in love with you. He knows he cares for you, knows you've become the most important person in his life—he knows he loves you in some sense, but it took him a lot longer than he'd like to admit to realize he was in love with you.

He can see the cartoon's reflection in your eyes as you watch the TV right beside him. His body, simply put, was drawn to yours. You're pressed against his side, and he can smell you. You smell sweet, and he resists the urge to sniff you.

The thought is odd. He pauses, blinking at the TV screen but not even absorbing what's going on as his eyes slowly drag towards you. Did he almost sniff you, just now?

Okay. Touya was weird, he already knew that. But when has he ever wanted to sniff someone? That was just fucking weird. Suddenly, he starts thinking—and it feels like he's been carelessly missing the ON button in the back of his mind, and it had finally been switched on my some miracle.

He's had these type of thoughts before. Actually—he's had a lot of these thoughts before. He had just...ignored them. Too engrossed in any moment with you to truly acknowledge them.

Yeah, he wants to sniff you. He wants to know what shampoo you use, he wants to know your favorite meal—you know his, when does he find out yours? He wants to know if you have siblings like him, he wants to know if you take cold showers or hot showers, he wants to know if you like his family, he wants to know if you like him the way he likes you.

The realization dawns on him slowly, and Touya realizes he has never been more clueless in his life.

He likes you.

No, not like a patient liked their doctor. And not like how a victim liked their savior—it wasn't like that.

He liked you like he'd die without you, like his heart would cease its beating and he would genuinely be unable to feel any semblance of happiness again if you slipped away

He suddenly realizes you can't like someone that much. It was another feeling, and he was in deep.

"Aw, fuck."

You peer up at him through your lashes, a confused hum leaving your lips as you tilt your head towards him in concern

Touya looks down at you, a small smile splayed on his lips. He thinks, no—he knows he'll never love someone this much.

"You know, I forgot this sucker died at the end." He mumbles quietly, taking your chin between his fingers and tilting it towards the TV as a whine escapes your lips

"Touya! You spoiled it!" You pout, looking at the cartoon and huffing—what kind of kid's movie has anyone dying in it?!

"I'm kidding." He murmurs with a quiet laugh, watching relief flood your features moments later as you tuck yourself back into his side

"Good. I like that little guy."

"The cat?" He muses, leaning further into you as his breath fans your neck

He's so warm. So welcoming and gentle—and you can't even try and stop yourself from leaning further into him.

"Yeah. He reminds me of you."

The cat in question, was a grumpy little thing that spends most of the movie snacking on sweet treats—its belly round and happy from being loved so well. It was a silly little side character, but in an odd way, it reminded you of Touya's little mannerisms. The way it pouted and huffed and cracked the most absurd jokes the entire movie had you smiling ear to ear.

His fingers find your sides quickly, and you try to pry his hands off as he tickles your side mercilessly—adorable huffs of "Touya, everyone's sleeping!" escaping your lips as you try and muffle your laughter, covering your mouth as he pulls your hand away from your lips—saying he wants to hear you squeal and laugh for him.

You get him back, of course. But he doesn't even try to be quiet as you tickle his belly. He laughs loudly, straight from his gut and filled with so much joy that you can't bring yourself to stop

Touya has a really nice laugh, you think, watching him grin so wide—you think it must hurt to be smiling so much. He suddenly hooks a leg over yours, and the both of you roll off of the couch and onto the ground in your fits of laughter—and not once, not ever, has Touya felt more loved.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; something is cominggggg 👀!

tags!

@kawaiidemoneart @porusuniverse @starrmage @lilbeatlebear @bokukenmakuroo

@summercreolefanfictioner @dija200 @phtmmsqrde @sunaraii

@c-lunette @gh0stgirl333 @skullkittens @gurl-pls-evn-the-sharks-fear-me

@hawkwithsocks @suresnips @sugurusmoon @matchablossomsss @moonlitmorganite

@redr0sewrites @muimuiwisteria @sukunaspillow @starsryi

@eidolonwriter @dabislittlemouse @rueclfer @kelin-is-writing

@shugs1801 @imaginationmess

@lasa27 @sophiathefrog @etaerealboy @kooromin @sourbbyxo

@hvnares @ephmeraloblivion @lost-seraphiim @quokka-ina @jesuschrist2006

@stoned-anime-babe @qatiee @shadowsingers-redhood @alycat171

@21-princess

@xileonaaaa @rylerboi @blurryperrtymoonlight @mrcleans4headwrinkle @accidentpronedork

@exquisitenesss @miniatureempathknightpony @afterlife11

373 notes · View notes

speakingsoftly · 4 days ago

Text

🍙 redraw for some practice, I’m feeling so rusty

2K notes · View notes

speakingsoftly · 4 days ago

Text

More Than A Favor

Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, Breeding, Awkward Sexual Situations, Masturbation, Pregnancy, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Sexual Humor

WC: 5.6K

a/n: This is a reupload too. But I wanted to get it out because i started thinking about the moment these two are waiting for the positive pregnancy test. Also my b, this reader is so heavily marq coded all the way down to the way she speaks im so sorry bahahah. BUT this started off as a comfort fic so.... that's why it's like this. sorry.

“I just need you to spurt in my pussy so I can have a baby! Easy peasy!”

You’re standing in the hallway of your shared apartment building with Katsuki and he can’t believe his ears right now. Of all the years of being your best friend and listening to the wild shit that comes out of your mouth, you’d think he’d be immune to the surprise. But like always you’re always keeping him on his toes.

Still though, this “favor” might prove to be a little too much even for him. You know he’d do anything for you, the same way you’d do anything for him. You’ve been the one constant over the last few years too. Stuck by him when he was an asshole, when he wasn’t an asshole, when he ghosted that girl he was dating, even bailed him out when he got arrested for breaking the stupid paparazzi's camera.

He grimaces and wrinkles his nose in disgust, “Ugh, dont fucking say it like that!”

You laugh boisterously, your dimples sinking into your cheeks as you beam at him, “How else do you want me to say it? Is that not what would be happening?”

“Yeah but do you gotta use the word spurt? It’s…” he hesitates.

“Fine. Would you rather me say ‘Katsuki will you please ejaculate all the sperm saved up in your testicles into my vagina so that you can fertilize the egg in my uterus?’”

“You’re a fucking nightmare ya know that?”

How long has Katsuki been in love with you? He actually can’t pinpoint it. In fact, he may only be realizing it now as the thought of you wobbling around pregnant with his kid fills his mind and makes him look like one of those sappy in love guys in the romance manga he reads.

“So is that a yes?”

He shoots you his signature “I’m bein’ serious” face and you laugh again, filling the room with your joy.

“Oh come on Katsuki. Look I promise, you won't have to do a thing after I get pregnant. I won't ask you for any help or child support or whatever. The kid doesn't even have to know you’re their real dad,” you say now looking serious as you explain.

That gives him pause. Are you saying this because you don’t want to be with him? He wouldn’t force himself in the kids life if he agreed to do this, not if you didn't want him around. That desperation in your eyes though. Why don’t you get it? If you asked him to catapult himself to the moon, he’d fucking do it.

“I know you’re focused on getting to number one and you're super close and…Katsu I hope you know I would never do anything to get in the way of that but…my window is closing real soon. And I have the opportunity now and obviously I am painfully single right now so…”

Oh. You think he doesn’t want this. You think you’re burdening him. Damn…all this time he’s known you were clueless but for the love of shit you can’t be this clueless. Katsuki hasn’t had a date in…two years? Yeah that’s it. And in those two years he's spent almost every day with you, hangin’ out, goin’ on trips, watching movies, doing mundane life shit. Hell in his mind, the two of you are practically married already.

But it’s clear you don’t think the same. Maybe you don’t see him that way? Which means… this entire thing could get real real messy.

Katsuki squints, “You’re serious? Like you're sure you want this?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this.”

He knows that’s the truth. It’s all you ever talk about when you both talk about your goals and dreams. He wants to be number one and you wanna be a mom. But still the question remains, would you wanna be a mom to his kid?

“And you’re sure you wanna do this…with me?” he asks again.

You shrug nonchalantly, “Why not? You’re my best friend. I trust you with my life. This is just as precious.”

Goddamn you saying sentimental shit like that so nonchalantly. It’s like your fucking superpower.

“Yeah but what if…shit gets weird after,” he stammers, raising an eyebrow.

“Why would it get weird?” you ask with wide eyes.

“Cuz…yannow how weird it gets when two friends start fucking. Look at Sparky and Hanta. It’s been off since they hooked up last month at Mina’s party,” he explains, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Well I don’t know how you do it, but I wouldn’t consider you jacking it into my pussy would qualify as us ‘fucking’”, you say curling your nose up in judgement.

“I'm bein’ serious,” he retorts, bumping your forehead lightly with his palm.

“So am I! Look we’ve been through…so much shit together. My mom’s death, All Might’s death, the hero charts, breakdowns during the middle of the night while I try to get my degree, the very very bad break up with the one we do not speak about…none of that got the better of us so I don't see why this would either.”

Katsuki looks away from you now, Eyes dropping to the floor. He almost chokes when your tiny hand curls around his chin lightly and makes him look back at you. You’re wearing that expression again, the “you’re the only one in my universe” expression he’s seen you use as a weapon to bartenders to get you both free booze.

But this time, there’s no tricks.

This time, you mean it.

“Hey, I mean it. You’re my best friend. I’m not gonna lose anyone else so if you’re completely against it, tell me and I’ll drop it right now,” you assert.

Katsuki sighs and plops a hand on top of your head, rubbing gently to make sure he doesn’t mess up your hair.

“Gimme some time to think about it alright? It doesn't mean No. It means I gotta…prepare…I guess.”

Your smile returns, along with your irresistible ass dimples. “That’s totally fine! I won't start ovulating until next month anyway so take all the time you need!” you chirp.

You both continue down the hallway, your apartments located toward the end of the hall. When you reach his door, you pause before heading a bit farther down the way to your place.

“Hey Katsu?”

“What now?” Katsuki asks exasperated as he pulls out his key.

When he turns to look at you, you’re staring at him with the big wide serious eye again. You look a little nervous, anxious as you twiddle your fingers in front of you. Geez, he’ll never get over how fucking pretty you are.

“Thank you. Even if you refuse, thank you, for at least considering it,” you say bowing graciously to him.

His heart thumps in his chest but he shakes it off quickly and bumps your forehead again playfully. “Tsk, dumb ass. You act like I don’t always consider the crazy shit you come up with.”

The playful jab soothes you again, and just like before the anxiety melts away into glee.

“Crazy shit?!? Admit it, I make your life fun and exciting. If it weren't for me you’d be at home watching “How It’s Made” videos on Youtube,” you say sticking your tongue out at him as you brush past onward to your apartment.

“Fuck you! That shit is interesting I don't care what you say,” he calls after you as you laugh and skip away.

Katsuki watches your swaying hips as you go. He’s definitely got a lot of shit to think about tonight.

Never have you ever found a ceiling more interesting than right now.

Ok, it’s not all that interesting but you are surely going to act like it is. Refusing to look Katsuki in the eyes as you lie on your back in his dark ass bedroom, legs spread with the string of your underwear cutting into your plush soft waist is by far the only way to keep this entire situation from becoming more awkward than it already is.

You suppose the best part of looking at the ceiling is that it’s not your own. You're at Katsuki’s apartment and of all the times you’ve been here, all the nights you’ve spent here you’ve never looked at his ceiling. Your mind wanders as the sound of fabric shifting idly becomes the background noise in your mind.

“The ceiling that interestin’?” A gruff voice says from the end of the bed.

God it’s like he’s in your head, which again shouldn’t be a surprise. There’s literally no other person in existence who knows the way your mind works better than Katsuki. He is your best friend after all.

Your eyes shift to him and immediately you find it to be a mistake. He’s shirtless, the black sweatpants he wears are low on his hips and goddamn…have you really never noticed how tiny his waist is compared to his broad ass shoulders? And… has he always been like… that fit?

No. Bad. Stop that. That is not where this is supposed to be going. This is a business deal between friends. Nothing more.

In a desperate attempt to keep the mood humorous, you scoff.

“Actually ceilings are really sexy so I’m trying to concentrate and get in the mood and you’re ruining it,” you reply, letting your eyes reluctantly fall away from him and return to the ceiling.

You can practically hear the way he rolls his eyes, “Let’s just hurry and get this shit over with. Sooner we do it, sooner this stops being weird,” he huffs, moving closer to the edge of the bed.

His anxious tone should make you feel bad but strangely, it’s comforting. It’s good to know you’re both feeling the same way.

This is a big thing you’re asking of him, and you know he’s been on the fence about it since you asked. Honestly, you expected him to say no. But when he’d accepted a few days ago, you’d tried to ignore the way his reply of “When have I ever been able to say no to you,” made your stomach do flips.

“Thanks again Katsu. For agreeing to this. I’ll probably spend the rest of my life paying you back for it,” you say gently, still avoiding looking at him.

He huffs again, but you hear the hesitation, the hitch in his breath at your soft confession. He taps your knee and waits for you to give him your attention again.

Again it’s a mistake, looking at him, because his expression is soft and tender it makes your lips part in a gasp.

“Pay it back by bein’ a good mom to the kid,” he mutters quietly.

The searing touch of his hand on your knee makes you swallow a lump in your throat. Something about Katsuki referring to you as a mom makes a bubble of emotion rush its way to your tear ducts but you bite back the sob with a smile.

“I promise.”

“Alright, I’m comin’ to ya. Ya ready?” he asks and slowly you nod.

With a low groan, Katsuki crawls on the bed between your legs, nudging them more apart so he can fit comfortably between them. With his body hovering over yours it makes this feel more real.

You are about to do this. You are about to be impregnated by your best friend.

Katsuki was nice enough to let you change into a shirt of his that’s way bigger on you than a regular shirt. It drapes down over your ass and covers your panties. But while lying on your back with your legs spread and him between them you can’t help but feel more vulnerable than if you were wearing your own clothes. He’d said it would help you feel “less exposed” but in the back of your mind you wonder if he gets off on seeing girls in his shirt before he fucks them.

That is another forbidden thought you shouldn’t have. You’re not like the other girls he fucks because he is not “fucking” you. He’s going to jack himself until he gets right to the cusp of orgasm and then insert himself to finish inside you.

It’s hardly sex. More like… helpful masturbation at this point but still…him being inside you… that’s…something different.

“Alright uhh… if you’re ready I’m gonna… take it out now,” he stammers nervously,as he stares into your eyes.

Your eyes flick down to his groin and then back up to his eyes. Another desperate attempt to lighten the mood falls from your lips.

“With your pants still on? Like this is a quickie?” you say in mock shock.

Katsuki growls in frustration. His brows pull together and he pouts his lips.

“I’m doin’ it for you! Plus I thought it’d be weird if I was butt ass naked jacking my dick over your fully clothed body so shut it!”

You shake your head in defiance, “Hold on now! First of all, I’m not fully clothed. Second, I told you to do whatever you need to be the most comfortable. That’s why we’re at your place, Katsu. So if ya need to take our pants off, just take ‘em off for christ sake!” you glare back at him trying not to smile.

It’s your typical banter with him. He tries to make you comfortable. You yell at him and tell him to worry about himself. Nice to see you two can still fall back into the groove of friendship. Which is why you know after this, the two of you will be ok.

“Fine! I’ll take em off then! But you gotta take your stupid panties off too. If it’s about my comfort, pullin’ em to the side is annoying as shit,” he yells, moving off the bed to slip his pants down his legs.

You notice, he’s not wearing underwear and as you lift up to slip your own underwear down your thighs and ball them up to place next to your head, you avert your eyes from Katsuki’s –admittedly impressive–cock.

When you both are back into position–you on your back with the shirt pulled over your but pussy out and Katsuki leaning back on his thighs with a pillow over his junk–you’re both breathing heavily. His skin is hot against yours as his thighs brush against your inner thigh. You stop the tremble that starts up your spine and try to focus on the ceiling again as Katsuki’s hand moves between his own legs.

You hear him clear his throat, and say “I’m startin’ now,” and then inhale as his hand wraps around his cock. He closes his eyes, which you appreciate. It means you can look around if you want to and in a second of courage you take the chance to observe his technique.

Ok so yeah… Katsuki is fucking hung. Not a fact you thought you’d ever know about him. It’s not like the two of you don’t swap sex stories but he’s never gone into detail. He’s hot, you know that and so does he, but you never thought his dick could be another reason why it’s so easy for him to get laid when he wants.

His waist is enviable and his abs ripple down his torso. He’s got a happy trail of brown hair that gradually grows into a bush of blond coily hair. With his eyes closed you’re also able to get a good look at his dick. Katsuki’s got massive hands and it still looks like he’s having trouble getting his entire palm around the girth of it. It makes your mouth water–although it shouldn’t.

And naughtily you believe his may be the thickest cock you’ve ever taken.

“Uhh…” he pauses, his eyes are open and yours quickly flit away from his cock and up to his eyes. He looks worried which is good because it means he didn’t catch you looking at him.

“What?” you ask breathlessly.

He raises an eyebrow and then both brows furrow again and the hand that’s not on his cock drums against his thigh nervously. “You’re breathing is all weird and shit, you—“

“Just hurry up and jack it Katsuki,” you interrupt, wanting to divert the attention away from your dumb ass horny inappropriate thoughts about your best friend.

He smirks as if he knows what you’re doing but only jokes and says “Heh, never thought I'd hear that said to me before.”

“Oh my god, would you just–” You don’t finish because he tips a bit off balance while he’s sitting back on his knees and balancing on his thighs and feet. When he rocks off balance, he grabs your thigh to steady himself and the action makes you gasp in delight.

The moan that would come after is thankfully trapped in your throat by a wall of disintegrating control. As if he didn’t hear it at all, Katsuki steadies himself, mutters an apology and gets back to it.

As his hand moves slowly up and down his shaft, you notice it stays a bit boneless in his palm. His eyes are closed again, his face is craned up to the ceiling and his body is shaking as he furiously keeps stroking to get himself there. After about three minutes you cover your eyes and grab his wrist to stop him.

“Are you…like…okay?” you ask, shielding your eyes to respect his privacy.

Katsuki groans, “It's harder than it looks!” he spits in annoyance.

In an attempt to quickly soothe him you put both hands up in surrender and forget the reason you were shielding your eyes in the first place .

“Hey I’m not saying it’s not! I get it alright I just…” your words trickle off as you stare at him again, propped up on your elbows.

This time he doesn’t cover himself which is odd. And what’s even odder is you don’t shield your eyes again. He’s got that “I’ve got an idea” look but it’s paired with a guilt only you’re able to recognize.

“Do you want me to help?” you ask in a whisper.

Katsuki’s eyes widen, his cheeks blush red and you can tell for a split second he contemplates saying yes before he sputters out “…No! I don't need any damn help.”

You smirk, “You hesitated.”

He shakes his head roughly, the spiky hair on top of his head shaking like leaves on a tree caught in a storm. “No no just shut the fuck up and let me focus. And cover your eyes back up.”

“I could…take the shirt off or something if that will help?” you suggest.

This time he does visibly hesitate and think about your suggestion. He probably thinks since you brought it up, it’s more acceptable to agree.

Plus…you know your strengths and your rack is definitely one of them.

Finally he relents, “…fine.”

The shirt is off and over your head in seconds, leaving you Winnie the Pooh-ing it in a black bra.. He looks away, trying not to look at your pussy but you notice the quick glances and the way his dick twitches at the sight even more. This time, you cover your eyes, electing to give Katsuki a chance to look at you and get himself going.

As it turns out, not being able to see him but being able to hear him proves to be even more sexually stimulating. Katsuki’s hand sounds wetter now, making lewd noises as his hand rubs up and down his dick. His breathing is different too, it’s heavier, littered with more sharp inhales and hissing. You even think you hear him mutter to himself.

You lick your lips, is the difference just because he can see your tits now? Or maybe he’s not even looking at your tits. You are pussy out right now. Maybe he’s looking at your cunt. Maybe he’s fantasizing about when he will get to put it i–

“Look I uhh… I hate ta ask but can I uhh…” his voice pulls you out of the spiral of thoughts plaguing you.

You peek at him through a sliver between your fingers, “Can you what?” you inquire.

“Can I touch you?” he asks quietly, the blush spreading over his cheeks again.

You’re a little confused. Why wouldn’t he touch you? How does he expect to like… do the whole “impregnate” thing without touching you. You’re sure you already gave him the consent. But as you watch him nibble on the dead skin of his bottom lip and his eyes flit to the sheets and sneak glances at your tits, you understand what he means.

“Oh! Ohhh. Umm yeah…yeah whatever helps,” you say brightly, trying to encourage him you’re ok with it.

“I'll stop as soon as you say,” he relents.

“Ok.”

His hand hovers nervously over your tit, he flexes his fingers as he readies himself. You become hyper aware of your budding nipples in the chilly air of the apartment. They poke through the fabric of your bra and you’ll admit you want him to just get it over with and grab it already.

When he does, his hand is so warm it shocks you and you intake a sharp inhale. Immediately, he tears his hand away

“What?! What did I hurt ya or—“ His eyes are wide and he almost leaps off the bed in worry.

You shake your head, “No no! I just…nothing, it's fine. Just keep going,”you assure him.

How the hell do you tell him it felt way too good for your best friend to grab your tits? You won’t. That’s a dirty little secret you’ll keep to yourself. But when he goes to grab them both and massages them deeply you realize your body might be more of a tell than you thought.

There’s a moan yo-yoing in your throat. A fierce visceral moan that begs to be released, especially when Katsuki hums and starts to stroke himself again. Setting a nice pace of grinding his fingers into the plump flesh of your tits, flicking your nipple to elicit light gasps from you, and stroking his now noticeably pre-glistened cock, you try your best not to let a peep come from you.

The last thing he needs is to feel even more awkward after having to ask to touch your boobs for help in getting it up. It worked though. He’s definitely up. And damn… was it always that mouth watering to look at when you first saw it?

No…mouth-watering is not the best word to describe your best friend’s cock if you’re trying to avoid catching any complicated feelings. Which you are so you whisper a silent scold to your brain to get it together.

Katsuki’s hands on you make it so very difficult to keep up this ruse of not being completely and totally turned on. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth and your fingers are digging into the mattress at your sides.

You think he’s caught on to your act when he stops again.

“Alright what’s the deal? What's with the face and the noises?” he growls.

You shake your head, “Just keep going! It's fine!”

To your dismay he doesn’t budge, “It don't look fine ta me!”

God, why can’t he just take the hint and keep going!

“I'm just trying not to make this all awkward ok?!?

“It’s already awkward!” he insists.

“Yeah well I'm trying not to make it even more awkward! Like you're doing now! Maybe that should be your quirk, the ability to make something awkward even more awkward.”

“Shut up! Look you can't not tell me what's going on with ya. You need ta talk to me if we’re doin’ this. I can't tell if you’re uncomfortable or whatever if you don't say someth—

You can’t believe this is happening right now. Katsuki is literally sitting with his dick out arguing with you. God do you really have to say it to him?

“I'm not uncomfortable! I'm just trying not to moan Katsuki!” you shout at him, blowing an exasperated and embarrassed sigh that makes your lips push out in defeat.

He blinks and jolts back as if surprised. “What?”

Defeated and now basking in the pure shame and guilt of the moment you groan, “You’re standing over me jacking your dick and fondling my tits! It’s…erotic. And this is not supposed to be an erotic encounter so for the love of pete just keep going so we can get this ov–”

“Don’t…don’t be silent…” he says now with an expression that is dangerous. Very very dangerous because that is not the way you’d look at your best friend you’re only trying to impregnate as a favor. He’s looking at you like… like he wants you.

Now it’s your turn to blink in confusion. “What?”

Katsuki huffs, this entire ordeal finally getting to him, “Look you want me to fucking jack it, right? Listening to moans helps so…ya don't gotta be quiet.”

He reaches out and lets a finger trace your nipple and you arch up into his touch and let out a breathless sigh that sounds like…heaven. He nods, muttering a sexy “mm hmm that’s it” to himself as your back straightens again.

Oh fuck this is so much easier when you have the ok to let loose. When he touches you now all the hesitation is gone, between your legs slick dribbles from your cunt and as Katsuki’s pace on his cock quickens, your moans get louder.

You don’t even have to tell him he can touch your bare chest, he just shuffles one of your straps down to expose your tit and palms it as he moans.

“My hand cold?” He asks when you jolt at his touch.

“N…no…it’s…so warm…” you pant.

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from begging him not to stop. Not only are his hands warm, they’re surprisingly soft. A bit calloused from the hero work but soft as he handles your tits with care.

He smirks, “Good.”

Your sounds of pleasure fill the room now, mixed with the lewd wet noises of Katsuki’s hand on his cock, you’re sure it probably sound like you two actually are fucking. Especially when he leans over to gently blow on your nipple. The tip of his tongue flicks it for just a second, only giving himself a tiny sample of you without taking it too far.

He knows you like it because your moans become gentle coaxes of his name, “Mmm…ah…I…umm Katsu…I Uhh…”

His name tumbling from your lips seems to be the catalyst for release because his breath hitches again and he finally announces, “I’m getting close…I’m getting close I—I should put it in now.”

He’s leaking from the tip of his cock and he has the goddamn nerve to rub the head through your folds and tap your clit before he lines himself up. He’s gotten too comfortable or maybe...he’s a little lost in the sauce right now. When you glance up to look at him, his eyes are already on you.

In fact his stare is hot, piercing as he locks eyes with you. Your lips part again and he bites his own. Is it insane to think about kissing him right now?

Slowly he enters you, pushing past that first ring of muscle in your pussy and fucking hell you were right about him being the thickest you’ve ever had. You feel yourself open up and part around him as he slides in. You’re so full you swear you can feel him in your stomach and it’s absolutely slutty of you to arch your back and dip your hips forward so he’s embedded even deeper.

The best part though is watching him as he presses his hips forward. He throws his head back and groans loudly. And the sigh of pure contentment and pleasure that bubbles in his chest is to die for. It’s like…he’s been waiting years to feel this, instead of the frenzied horny dazed minutes of him fucking his own fist.

“Holy shit you’re tight. How come you feel so…oh fuck…” he moans wantonly, his question caught in his throat. His gravelly tone is littered with soft desperate little whimpers you're sure have never breached his lips before.

Your legs are shaking.

Unbelievable.

He’s only just bottomed out, hasn’t moved an inch and your legs are fucking shaking. Every sensitive little nerve in your pussy is firing off messages of pleasure and ecstasy and completely tuned into the cock stuffed inside you right now.

How can he feel this good? Is it just because of the meds that trigger your ovulation making you more sensitive? Somehow you don’t think that’s the case. There’s electricity shooting up all your limbs as Katsuki’s hands settle on the sides of your waist. Your lips tingle and you truly believe the only way to stop it is to have his lips on yours. He shifts a bit, leaning over you and trying to angle himself in a way that has your head spinning and your eyes fluttering like a slot machine.

The tip of his cock brushes lightly against your cervix as if giving it a tiny gentle kiss as a warning for the load he will give you. The thought makes all your limbs tighten, makes a knot in your belly constrict and then snap loose as you clench around him and tumble off a cliff and into pure ecstasy.

Your fingers dig into the sheets at your side, and like lightning he grabs your wrist and pulls them up above your head, intertwining his finger with yours. His body completely covers yours now as his breath washes over your face. He’s staring at you, watching your eyes flutter with a goofy grin and then…

“Oh…oh fuck Katsu—“

His lips crash into yours as you speak, his tongue invades, licking and twirling around yours as you hungrily taste him. The tingling in your lips only subsides when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles. You find your legs wrapping around his waist, his tiny enviable waist you’d admired only a few minutes ago, and nudge him forward with the heel of your foot.

“Squeezin’ that tight I’m gonna fucking cu–” again he stops himself midsentence as his hips grind into you. He can’t bear to pull out to pound into you, obsessed with the way you’re wrapped around him. So he grinds against the soft warm walls of your cunt, letting you massage his cock before he cums with a roar followed by whispered sweet words in your ear.

The only thing keeping you from passing out right now, is the occasional twitching of his cock as he fills you. It almost feels unstoppable, he’s growling, whimpering, moaning and mumbling like a drunk man as he kisses your shoulder and as you come down now from your orgasm you wrap your arms around his back and card your fingers through the undercut at the base of his neck.

The two of you stay that way, wrapped up in each other for what seems like forever before he pulls back to look at you with an expression that makes you roll your eyes in annoyance.

He’s smirking, giddy like a boy who’s just seen a titty for the first time. He doesn’t even have to say anything for you to know what he’s thinking.

“Stop it,” you pout with pursed lips and a raised eyebrow.

Katsuki chuckles, the mischievous proud grin only growing wider. “Stop what?” he tries to ask innocently.

You try to push him away a bit, putting your palms on his chest but of course he doesn’t budge.

“Stop giving me the ‘I just made you cum’ face,” you retort.

The grin widens even further, if you can believe it.

He chuckles, “But I did, didn't I? And based on the way you're still shakin’ I’d bet I was a pretty good one.” Unbelievably he nuzzles his nose against your cheek.

“Yeah well I made you cum too and you don't see me smirking.”

“Maybe ya should.”

“We should not be having this conversation while your dick is still in me twitching so just shut up and wait a few minutes before you pull out,” you grumble.

In a slightly uncomfortable but tender moment, Katsuki lies his head on your chest and listens to your heart. He traces a series of moles down the valley of your cleavage absently.

Your face heats and he laughs again. “So much for it not being weird,” you sigh.

“Knew it would be,” he mutters.

“And you still agreed?”

“Puffs, if you thought I was gonna pump a baby in ya and then leave ya to raise it without me, then maybe I should think about gettin’ a new best friend cuz my best friend woulda known I could never do some shit like that. Eijiro is in the running for your spot. He knew,” he explains.

That shouldn't make you emotional, deep down you knew he wouldn’t just abandon you. Especially if the kid is his but–

“But what about Number One and–”

“Can’t I do both? You’re the one who made it an either or thing,” he says shrugging.

“But do you even…like me…like that?” you ask, blushing again. Ridiculous, you sound like a middle schooler or something.

“My dick is literally still in you right now and I just told you I’d raise a kid with you. How many other ways do I need to say it, idiot?” He replies incredulously.

“I mean… An ‘I like you and wanna date you’ wouldn’t hurt,” you say sheepishly.

Katsuki groans, “For the love of…” and then he takes your face between his fingers and makes you look into his eyes and replies,

“I like you and I wanna start a damn family with you. There. That good enough?”

---

dividers: @/cafekitsune, @/strangergraphics

2K notes · View notes

speakingsoftly · 4 days ago

Text

“your rent should be a third of your income” well wouldn’t that be nice. wouldn’t it. lower the rent pussy

206K notes · View notes

speakingsoftly · 4 days ago

Text

23:42

Sylus x reader

inspired by this tweet

Sylus was in a bad mood today. You watched him as he stormed out angrily this morning, he was a man on a mission.

“Hey boys,” You approached Luke and Kieran.

“Miss!” They both swung their heads around to look at you.

“Do you both mind telling me what’s up with Sylus today?” You were hoping that his right hand men had some sort of idea of what was going on.

“Boss had his wallet stolen.” Luke said and Kieran nodded.

Just as the boys had said, Sylus had his wallet stolen. Unfortunately for the thief, his prized possession was in there.

Standing in an alley way, his fingers were wrapped in a man’s dirty hair as he sat on his knees in front Sylus. His face was bloodied and his lip quivered as he was at Sylus’ mercy.

“It’s a simple question, really.” Sylus yanked the man’s head back hard and he let out a loud cry.

“Fine! Y-yes I stole your wallet.” The man shook as he spoke.

In one motion Sylus loosened his grip and the man fell face first into the ground. Crouching down, Sylus dug his hand into the cowards coat and retrieved his wallet. Opening the black leather pouch, he plucked something small out of it and tucked it into his suit pocket. With a straight face Sylus threw his wallet on the ground infront of the man.

“Take it, since you clearly want it so bad.”

Reading a book in bed, you stayed up waiting for Sylus. He always told you to put yourself first and sleep but you just couldn’t until your husband was by your side again. The tall man walked into the room, he made sure he opened the door quietly incase you were sleeping.

“Sweetie, you’re still awake.”

Setting the book down on the night stand, you hopped out of bed and walked up to your husband. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, he did the same. After a moment you pulled away.

“I heard someone stole your wallet today, get it back?” You questioned.

He nodded, “The wallet wasn’t very valuable. I just had to fetch something inside of it first.”

“Oh like some secret information or money?” You giggled clearly being sarcastic.

Bringing his large hand to your head, he ruffled your hair.

“Something like that.” He hummed. “Let’s go to bed, sweetie.”

“Sounds good.” You dragged your husband by hand to the bed as you climbed under the covers.

Before changing into his pyjamas, Sylus took the item he obtained out of his jacket and placed it on the bedside table.

There on the nightstand sat a polaroid of you with a large smile as you scooped a bite of a chocolate drizzled sundae into your mouth.

It was his prized possession.

1K notes · View notes

speakingsoftly · 4 days ago

Note

Hello everyone,

As Christmas 🎄 approaches, I want to thank everyone who has supported my campaign and helped me get closer to achieving a small but meaningful dream for my family. We are now so close to reaching our goal of $11000$ with only499$ left to go!

This amount will help us cover our basic needs and bring some stability back to our lives after everything we’ve been through.🙏🏻

Christmas is a time for giving and love, and even the smallest contribution now can help us complete this campaign and reach our goal. Thank you to everyone who has stood by us during these tough times.🥺

Wishing you a Merry Christmas filled with peace, love, and joy with your loved ones.✨❤️🎁ؤ

https://gofund.me/abbc2759

Vetted by:

@allthecryingdragons @bilal-salah0

@a-shade-of-blue

#:speakingsoftly #send help #free palestine #save palestine

0 notes

speakingsoftly · 4 days ago

Note

This is me Aya.. ‏🇵🇸

Imagine you wake up with nothing left.That's exactly what happened with us .we moved from having everything to having nothing.In a blink of an eye ,we lost everything, our house ,dreams, memories belongings and our works. We are starting from zero and need your help to climb the leader step by step from scratch.

All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza!

Please continue to support us by donating directly or by sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over. 🙏🏻🍉

https://gofund.me/c4c2cf82

#:speakingsoftly #send help #free palestine #save palestine

0 notes

speakingsoftly · 4 days ago

Text

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 3

Tw: Suggestive langue (some one asked me to tw insinuated texts but idk how to label it 😅), drunk Kats

Did someone say LONG BLURB!?

Everyone knew Friday nights were the nights Katsuki stayed over and the two of you watched terrible movies while yapping about anything and everything under the sun. It had been that way since you were in school, sneaking in and out of each others dorms to enjoy whatever new movie your classmates had been raving about that week. So spending last Friday alone without good reason (like when he’d been out of town for work) you felt a sense of emptiness.

That feeling was the reason you’d invited Mina over, bribing her with sweets and the newest chick flick. She was worried when you asked, knowing you had always watched movies with your mutual friend- but she’d also heard that the two of you still hadn’t talked and she didn’t want you to be alone if you wanted company.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t dropped to his knees and begged for forgiveness yet.” Mina giggles, tossing a chocolate into her mouth as you both ignore the movie playing. It was a movie you and Katsuki had made fun of when you’d seen the preview just weeks ago, so you weren’t too interested in it to begin with. “He’s been acting like a wounded puppy all week, dragging his feet with his shoulders all slumpy.”

“He’s probably busy.” A scoff echos around the two of you as you repeat the first message from who ever had his phone the night before he ditched you. She was likely the reason he ‘forgot’ and you hated that you were upset with the stranger for being his distraction. “He’s never ditched me, especially not when it came to helping my students so it stings a bit more than it probably should.”

“The two of you hardly fight, Kirishima and I had a running bet that you guys were secretly married.” Adjusting your blanket that laid across your lap, you roll your eyes. It’s not the first time someone’s joked they thought you and your bestfriend were together, but it was annoying all the same. “What!? He looks at you like you’re a gift from the gods, forgive me for thinking he’s in love with you.”

“Mina- I’ve literally told you your presence could solve world hunger. Friends are supposed to love each other, especially ones who’ve been through the things we have.” The things you’d been through with Katsuki were contributing factors to the anger you held, he promised to never break a promise and here he was doing it. “Plus, he’s not trying to be tied down anyway.”

“So you’ve thought about it?” Mina squeals, reaching over to excitedly tap your shoulder. “Oh my gosh! Tell me your thought process.”

Of course in the years you’d known him you’d let your mind wonder to places far last the line of friendship. You’d been his plus one to many hero events, so you knew how it felt to hold onto him and be escorted around. You’d laid in his lap every Friday night while his fingers massaged your scalp gently, which made you know he was a lot softer than everyone perceived him.

And- Obviously you’d caught yourself staring at the way his arms flexed when he lifted your furniture every few months when you wanted to switch things up. You’d blushed more times than you could remember when he’d change out of his hero suit in front of you, leaving him in just his boxers as he complained about work and you all but drooled at the site of his toned body and achingly attractiveness.

“I haven’t, not really.” She knew you were lying. Hell, you knew you were lying too. But being more than friends meant jeopardizing the friendship you fought so hard to have. “He’s really sweet, and attractive obviously- but it wouldn’t work. He’s angry, and clearly doesn’t prioritize keeping his word, not to mention he has literally told me he didn’t plan on settling down with anyone.”

“Maybe he said that because none of those girls have been you.”

—

The night ended shortly after Mina filled your mind with more questions than you could even rationalize finding answers for. If Katauki had ever felt anything for you, he’d of said something. He was the most upfront and honest person you’d ever met and never left things unsaid.

But that didn’t stop the way your heart raced when you saw yet another phone call coming in, the caller ID displaying his name brightly in the dim light of your bedroom. He was calling you and nearly midnight, when he usually went to bed by 10pm most nights, the rare exception being the very few times you talked him into going out.

“Hello?” Your throat burns dryly as you give in and answer after the first few rings. “Are you alright?”

“No. You’re being a brat.” He had an uneven sway to his voice you instantly recognized as intoxication. Which wasn’t something he usually partook in, he usually was the very grumpy DD anytime he’d gone out. “I’m out side your door, let me in so I can sleep.”

“Katsuki, go home.” You sigh, throwing your legs over the side of your bed to walk to the door. You knew he wasn’t going home, no use in wasting time. “Who did you go out with?”

“The door. Open.” You hear a faint thump as you make your way through the hall, flipping on the light switch. You could already imagine his head pressed against the other side of the door, his arm held above his head upright. “Cmon kid, I’m tired.”

“Oh, shush.” Your fingers switch the lock, his hand fumbling in the other side with the door handle. “It’s unlocked, you know where the blankets are.”

Hed just finally made it inside when you turned back down the hallway and made your way to your bedroom. He was drunk, so you would never turn him away- but you were still mad at him and didn’t plan on talking to him tonight.

“Ah, hey!” Your ears perk, hearing the sounds of his heavier than usual footsteps stampeding closer until he’s stood in your doorway with a breath taking blush across his pale cheeks. “I’m sorry, alright? Sorry. Ya hear me, I’m apologizing.”

“Drink some water and go to sleep, I expect you to be gone when I wake up.” Although, you didn’t. He’d probably wake you up with breakfast made and coffee brewing on the counter. When he doesn’t move to leave you groan, throwing your head back as you sit on your bed. “You hurt my feelings, pushed my teaching back nearly an entire day because I wanted for you- then you show up drunk!? Go to sleep Katsuki.”

You watch as his eyes blink rapidly and he shakes his head, likely trying to shake the liquor from his system so he can see clearly. It’s not until his hands reach down to pull at the hem of his black t shirt that you’re able to look away, even after you’ve heard the fabric hit the floor you can’t tear your eyes from your lap where they’ve landed.

“Scoot.” His hand lands on your knee, causing you to jump. You hadn’t even heard him move from the door way, but lifting your head you nearly bump noses from his proximity. “I’m tired, your couch is empty. So scoot.”

With his hand gently pushing against you, you slide yourself over and allow him to climb in beside you. Something about the quiet, gently tone of his voice made you give in and not question why he’d suddenly disliked sleeping in your living room. He sounded defeated, exhausted and entirely unaware of the situation, you could forgive him long enough for him to sleep the weight of his worry away.

“You’re still a brat.” He yawns, the whisky stained heat of his breath fanning over the back of your neck as you feel him pulling himself closer. “I’ll come talk to those brats you teach next time.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You sigh, tensing as his heavy arm drops over the dip of your waist. What was happening? Was he returning the drunk cuddle you’d given him weeks ago? Why were your palms sweating? “Kats, you’re drunk.”

“Mhm, and you’re finally done giving me the silent treatment.” His arm snakes around you tighter, your stomach twisting nervously as his head presses against the back of your shoulder. “You smell like you.”

“Thank you?” You can’t help but chuckle at him. “Get some sleep, Kats.”

“I can’t sleep if you’re still mad at me. I-It’s driving me insane to not talk to you.” You could tell, he’d called you multiple times since you’d been giving him the silent treatment. “I can’t lose you again, I’m sorry. I won’t get caught up in my feelings again- just let me make it up to you.”

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” He nods against your shoulder, his chest meeting your back as you snuggle into your pillow and try to deny how nice it felt to be held by your best friend. “Goodnight.”

“Night baby.”

He was more than drunk, he was wasted.

———

Long blurbs are back, we’re so in 😎

-Parchy 💖

Permanent Tags: @k0z3me @themultifandomgirl @strwbrrykthv @stanseventeen @kalulakunundrum

@iluv-ace @falling-throughthe-hourglass @disaster-rose @pikachuzhc @zaiban2989

@v3n7s @nemisimp

@babylambdietcoke @msmarvelknight @hyunjinshairband7 @minssecret @cl3xr

@ffyona1214 @waterfal-ling @meru-the-succubus @randomhuman112 @ghostswhoretbh

@cheshairacat @bbybubbles @hantas-left-elbow @spltbtch @stoned-anime-babe

@irenne-stans