#Kat who finds everything

[worteweber]

All quiet on the Western Front - Erich Maria Remarque

[toiletphotoshoot]

You know, I haven’t had one moment of peace since these two fuckheads came into my life

[godblooded]

barbie is amazing but the truest most underrated character is ironically barbie who becomes a vehicle for the narrative in this essay i will—

[rumisgf]

“ YOUR BEST EATER ! ” (MHA EDITION)

ꕥ summary: rating how well mha men would eat you out ! (this is canon cause i said so)

ꕥ includes: keigo takami, mirio togata, touya todoroki, shota aizawa, katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, enji todoroki

ꕥ warnings: dom/sub implications, oral f!recieving, dirty talk, crack ofc this is for fun, slander (sorry lol), black!reader as always, timeskip chargebolt and dynamight

KEIGO TAKAMI - ♾️/10

⊗ he’s a REAL eater.

⊗ you have to cry and beg for him to pop his mouth off you because he has an addiction

⊗ he thinks you taste so good

⊗ there’s not one morning his head doesn’t end up between your thighs

⊗ and at events, he’ll find a way to pull you to the nearest bathroom and get a quick one out because you just looked too good

⊗ he loves having you sit on his face

⊗ “imma eat it. AHHHHH”

⊗ he doesn’t care if you just got off of work or if you’re tired he needs your pussy on his tongue stat.

⊗ he’s such a slut.

“please- ‘s too much~!”

“c‘mon i know you got one more, i got you~”

TOUYA TODOROKI - 3/10

⊗ you thought he was an eater…?

⊗ you’re funny.

⊗ yeah unfortunately mr. long dick over here doesn’t like eating pussy

⊗ his ego is bigger than his dick

⊗ however,

⊗ on the rare occasion that he’s feeling extra nice, he’ll do more than plunge his fingers into you before he makes you take him from the back

“o-oh~..!”

“couldn’t help myself…too fuckin’ wet…”

ENJI TODORKI - 0/10

⊗ like father like son (he’s much worse)

⊗ he’s not particularly a…. giver

⊗ he’s a meanie he’d rather manhandle you instead

⊗ he don’t even like his wife and kids so what makes you think he likes you enough to eat you out

⊗ besides….even if he tried…it wouldn’t be…well…good.

⊗ he’s too rough he might bite your shit i don’t know pookie

⊗ if you beg him enough he’ll do it for like a split second

⊗ you immediately regret your decision

⊗ help him.

“wait- it’s ok it’s o-ok. nevermind…”

“what’s wrong?”

SHOTA AIZAWA - 7/10

⊗ he likes to pretend he doesn’t like giving head

⊗ but you catch him on one of those days….

⊗ he becomes a different man

⊗ and he’s mean with it, too

⊗ your thighs will have bruises from the way he forces your legs open

⊗ he likes eating you out before just because he feels satisfied having you weak before he even fucks you

⊗ he’ll edge you and tease you just to have you begging him to cum

“stay fuckin’ still, or you’re not cummin’. understand?”

MIRIO TOGATA - 10/10

��� yes i’m sneaking my man in here. i do not care.

⊗ he’s a certified munch y’all hate to say it

⊗ he gets it from fatgum.

⊗ (i would put him in here but then imma get nasty)

⊗ please just sit on his face and give him three minutes you will be dripping before he even puts it in

⊗ he massages your thighs and kisses your clit ‘cause he really is just so in love with you

⊗ not only will he shove his head between your thighs before he fucks you just to get a quick taste

⊗ he’ll clean you up after he fucks you, tastes himself and you

⊗ he’s a huge giver

⊗ please marry him

“such a pretty pussy, baby…’m gonna clean you right up~”

BAKUGOU KATSUKI - 9/10

⊗ oh give him five minutes

⊗ put him between your legs and he’s done for

⊗ he’s a nasty FREAK and he cannot hide it in this predicament.

⊗ he swears up and down ‘he doesn’t eat pussy’ to all his friends and every girl who brings it up

⊗ but if it’s his baby? someone he’s really into?

⊗ you see a completely different side of him

⊗ and he makes everything so messy

⊗ he’s so focused when he does it and when he looks up at you… you are done for

⊗ he can make you cum quick to get you wet enough to just slip in– then he gets right to business

“kats~…”

“taste so good…so fucking good..”

DENKI KAMINARI - 11/10

⊗ y’all thought i wasn’t gonna put him here?

⊗ he refers to himself as an eater

⊗ he has no shame

⊗ he’ll eat it in the morning, for lunch, after dinner, for dessert- he really doesn’t care

⊗ he definitely can get off just from giving you head

⊗ the feeling of you dripping down his chin and the sound of your moans is enough to get him up

⊗ you will be orgasming more than once

⊗ and he can go on for hours if he really wanted to

“my messy baby…you sound so pretty~

©𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑭

[hxltic]

Bakugou, whose stamina is unbeatable. Who has just finished fucking you in any place necessary of the bedroom—the bed, the mini-couch, the floor—and still can’t keep his hands off you.

After laying on the bed for rejuvenating moments (at least for him), his large hand slides up your shoulder with a few coaxing kisses.

“Shower,” is all he says, his gruff voice strained and warm breath perceptible against your neck. You just nod weakly and attempt to ignore the mess between your legs.

In fact, he has to carry you to the bathroom. When you’re both in the shower, he still acts as support: your back is to his chest so he bears most of your weight, and his fingers span your lower stomach while you attempt to wash yourself.

You can barely keep your eyes open, so relaxed by the water, but he can see all of you just by where his chin rests on your shoulder. The water and soap sliding past the peaks of your breasts, the souvenirs that you not-so-sternly asked him not to leave on your skin.

Where you rest in front of him, he can’t help but feel aroused all over again, especially rubbing his hands over your supple skin that he couldn’t appreciate the first few rounds, clouded by the roughness you love.

Unable to just watch, he gently spins you around. Your eyes are half-closed, so you pay it no mind. You just continue your slow, leisure washing, completely unaware of the fact that he’s completely hard again, even if you wouldn’t be surprised.

Your eyes open back to reality when he gently takes the loofah from you and hangs it up on the little hook. His muscles casually ripple when he does literally anything, and if you weren’t so attracted to it, you’d be jealous.

“C’mere,” he orders, his voice in that soft tone reserved for you. His hands follow, crossing at your lower back and pulling you toward him even more. The atmosphere is hot and slow with the exhaustion settled into both of you.

You do something of a hum in question, but don’t resist when he leans down and slowly captures your lips in his. Your longing for each other is evident simply in the sigh that follows when you connect.

There’s water dripping everywhere, mostly on you, but the kiss is everything Bakugou usually isn’t: patient, slow, and needy. Actually, no. He was always pretty needy.

“Kat,” you whisper, and he groans in response, stretching his hands up your wet skin until he crosses your ribs, his thumbs move past the side of your breasts, and your arms are naturally guided to his neck.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were asking, to be honest, but you didn’t care. Not when you could feel the length of him pressed against your stomach.

Bakugou moves a few strands of drenched hair back behind your ear, and then strokes the rest at your nape to keep your head up to him. It was admirable, really, how he could be literally twitching in arousal, and still move like it doesn’t bother him at all.

Although, he is getting closer at hinting to it, because somewhere in the heat, your right leg is being lifted to his hip. When you find an escape from his kiss (he doesn’t allow you many), you glance down to what he’s doing.

He interprets your brows slightly furrowing and the low, tired droop of your eyes, already knowing what you’re going to say.

Voice still soft and practically gone even in distress, you begin, “I can’t go another round. There’s no way I’ll—”

“Shh,” he places a kiss on your forehead, then another at your temple. His head dips to lick and kiss in the crook of your neck, and your fingers either run through his wet, blonde hair or span the muscles of his back. He’s completely gone.

The left hand that upholds your leg starts to massage your thigh and inch up to your ass. “I talk to this pretty pussy almost every night, and you don’t think I know what you can handle?”

A whimper leaves your mouth and your hold tightens around him. Despite your lower body being completely stretched and at ease, he can still feel the tension elsewhere.

He continues, his voice dripping with reassurance, “Slide it in yourself. Then you tell me how it feels.”

And after a few moments and a sigh, you carefully reach down and wrap your fingers around him the best you can. You can feel him react to the movement alone, and with a prayer, you guide his head right to your entrance so you can sink when you’re ready.

When you descend, an immediate whine feels the air. He still fit perfectly from earlier and the sensitivity had tripled.

“Fuck,” you curse, wrapping yourself around him again. He holds you close.

“Feel good?”

You nod, and he throbs inside at the same time. He kisses you again, making sure to uphold you through your fatigue. Helping those in need was his job after all.

His right hand that covers your lower back loosens so that your weight inches backwards, then it pulls you right back in until you’re pressed against each other.

He groans with pleasure. The vibrations move to your lips that kiss him like he’s the last man on Earth.

And then he does it again, and again, until your head is simply resting on your own shoulder with your arms encircling his neck, water rushing down your hair and back. Your eyes are completely closed as he cradles you, erotic whines, whimpers, and moans falling from your lips into his ear.

Your slick walls drag up and down his skin. He moves so easily in and out that he can feel the outline of where his head usually reaches—the little space left. He was nowhere near as deep right now, but he is sure with the slight bend of his knees, he could have you screaming how you were for the hours before this.

And funnily enough, he doesn’t want you screaming at the moment. It’s something previous Bakugou would never say; not rock hard and needing to be balls deep in you quick Bakugou, at least.

You were worn out and tired, your body unable to take his usual pace. He’s almost 90% sure if he lifted you off the ground, you’d comply and hold on tighter, but he’s not going to push you that far. Not when he’s content like this, caressing your beautiful, dripping figure as you cry his name.

“Mmghn, that feels s-so good.” You speak, just above a whisper. And somehow, he can still hear you over the water and small splash of you both meeting in the middle. It’s like his brain is wired. No matter what, he’ll always be able to hear you.

He nods and kisses the side of your head again, keeping stable and consistently moving with minimal effort. The underside of your right knee is now resting in his elbow, so his hand can hold your waist and pull most of your weight that way instead of trying to push your whole body with just your thigh. At some point, you began helping him out.

“Keep moving your hips just like that, I got you.”

You groan at the instruction, and he chuckles heartily. Love poured from him and into you, making you feel more safe and secure than ever.

It didn’t take long until warmth gathered in your core with your clit dragging back and forth along his cock. He occasionally grunts and has to fix position to keep himself from spilling inside, not before you do first.

He can’t explain the relief he has when you insist that you’re gonna come soon in the form of a warning. It builds with each “thrust” and being so close to him as he carries you to climax.

“I’mna come,” you say again, more rushed this time, but muffled by his shoulder.

“I can feel it.” He responds, keeping pace. “Do you know what it feels like having you pulsing around me? Knowing you’re going straight into your sleep after?”

You shake your head.

“Hell, baby. Hell.”

And he wouldn’t have it any other way: the only option you have on sleepless nights being him. When you tap his shoulder or rub yourself against him, knowing he’ll never say no. Hope could he? He takes great pride in being your melatonin.

And, without fail, you fall into a perfect deep sleep, his cum still dripping into or out of you. It’s never there in the morning, and he loves that the only way it will happen is if he wears you out.

“Kattt…” You toss your head back, a low rumble in your throat that you only make when you’re on the verge of completely losing it. He attacks your neck again, letting your body naturally bounce off him and come back.

“Let yourself feel it. Let me take you there,” he encourages gruffly, nipping at your ear.

“Agh, fuck,” you nearly sob, digging yourself further into him somehow.

His eyes shut, a wave of clarity rushing over him. It’s you, his woman, his everything, needing him. He thought he knew what he wanted early in life. He knew he wanted to be desired by others in multiple ways, the best at everything. God, how wrong he was.

Now he wants to be the best at everything for you. Because you deserve nothing less. He doesn’t want to be desired by anyone else but you, because you carry all the validation he could possibly gain dopamine from. Nothing compares to you being completely and utterly dependent on him, clinging to him for dear life.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he spouts, not bothering to stop or care about being sappy. He loves to hear you whine in response, only to finally come up with a few words. Clearly you got the cheesy feeling too.

“L-Love you, Kats.”

He bushels the hair at the bottom of your head with a grunt, tilting your nose up to him. He lets his lips kiss you passionately first, then he pulls away, but obviously not too far since you’re still nose to nose. Your eyebrows are upturned in that sensual expression he loves.

His deep, crimson eyes flicker to your puffy lips, a sign of the night, and land on your pretty damp eyelashes. He was breathless and stern.

“Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”

You blink, registering his words with the shake of your head. “Don’t stop,” you plead.

He calls your name, and it’s enough to know he’s being dead serious. Both his grips tighten, mainly the one in your hair, and you don’t know if it’s water dripping down your cheeks or a tear or two.

You can feel your bottom leg beginning to shake, and the heat get to your head.

You shut your eyes instinctively, “K—”

“I’ve got you, don’t even think about it. Look at me.”

Your eyes shoot open in remembrance of his words as he leaves and reenters you again with increased speed, the sound when you slap together even louder. He holds your head in place. “I love you more, baby. More than you can ever dream.”

You watch his eyes and they say everything you can’t, everything he can’t, and that alone is enough to send you over the edge.

Your jaw drops and you literally begin shaking, not caring that all the strength you had left went into your orgasm. Your head pounds with the stream of the shower and fatigue, and your hands begin to slip at his neck, but you don’t even care. You know he’s got you. He said it himself.

“Shit,” he hisses, your orgasm expected, but the power of it not. He almost missed the fact that you were gushing around him by mistaking it as the water, the countless times you’d done this before catching up to you. He keeps thrusting his hips forward and whispering you praises. “Atta fuckin’ girl.”

You are sobbing now, real tears as he stills and twitches inside. He holds the promise he made to you since you did the same. He keeps his eyes focused on you, even as white spurts paint your insides, and puts his swollen lips on yours. Through your gasps, you couldn’t kiss him back, so he bites your bottom one instead.

It isn’t until you lose your footing and go limp against him that he bends to pick you up and lower your leg gently. You’re still jerking slightly, your muscles overworked, and the last of his release lands somewhere on your thighs as your back is arched away from him.

Before you can say anything or even think about it, he holds you upright and bends down to kiss you with all he has left, now that you’re somewhat here. When it’s over, you fall against him completely.

The rest is a blur, and the next time you know what’s happening, you’re tangled together in the unused guest bedroom.

©️ hxltic

[with-my-calamitous-love]

LEAVE THE WARMEST BED I’VE EVER KNOWN

katsuki bakugou x reader

on a cold winter night, you gain news that your ex boyfriend and pro-hero dynamight has returned from a work trip out of the country. coincidentally, he’s calling your phone right now.

part 1/2

inspired by ‘tis the damn season

everything you learned about katsuki while he was away was against your will.

following in all might’s footsteps, and right after one messy, icy breakup, katsuki left to do hero work in the united states. if you wanted to know who he was hanging with, what girls he was supposedly kissing, or who he was replacing you with, you could have asked. seeing his life in footnotes, on instagram stories and through headlines was the kind of cold that fogged up windshield glass.

theres a lingering ache in your heart, put there by the ache in katsuki’s.

your breakup felt inevitable, more than anything. circumstances, timing, stress… one second, he’s loving you. the next, he’s telling you he needs to think things through. and right after that, he’s on a plane to los angeles with kirishima.

it was almost nice, not having to see him at the agency or anywhere else. you wouldn’t be tempted to call his phone, since the international bill would only break your heart more. you couldn’t go to his apartment because it’d be empty- if you’re not counting the phantoms of lost love.

the 2 weeks he was gone felt like an eternity on your end. you blamed the time zones, though you knew they weren’t capable of freezing time and making your heart ache more each minute.

and with the first snowfall of the season, katsuki bakugou lands back in his home country.

he thanks the attendants in his private jet, shoving his already warm hand into his pockets as he steps out into the brisk air. its colder than he remembered, as if the world felt the same loneliness he was experiencing.

its 10pm, and the snow is glistening against the moonlight like a mirrorball. the sky is blanketed by clouds, a pink hue washing over katsuki as he steps out of the airport and into the night.

he stares at his contacts for a second. he intends on calling an uber.

but either his thumb slipped, or he missed you too much to care about the cold pricking his fingertips. each could be true.

you’re in the process of turning up your heater when your phone lights up through the dark. fingers peeking out the sleeve of your sweater grasp the device, nearly dropping it to the floor when you see who’s trying to reach you.

as if on instinct, your thumb hovers over the green button, before ultimately letting it go to voice mail.

after a hot shower to drown out the chill, you find him calling again. this time, you sit on the edge of your bed, finally resigning to pick up.

you don’t say anything first, wanting to hear him first. maybe you had to make sure this wasn’t some twisted dream.

“…hey babe.” katsuki says, his gruff voice lingering with a soreness in his throat that can only come from prolonged exposure to the cold. that, paired witb the familiar nickname despite the circumstances, makes you clutch your phone.

“hey, kats.” you say, shifting on your bed to get comfortable. after all, any emotional night with katsuki bakugo was destined to be long.

“when did you land?” you ask, fiddling with your fingers. you hope he doesn’t hear the trepidation in your voice.

“an hour ago.” he says, stifling a sniffle like a child would. you almost laugh, knowing him too well. he wasn’t the kind of guy you could forget easily.

“i just needed to hear your voice.” he admits, more to himself than to you. crimson eyes watch the way the snowflakes fall to the ground, dancing around in the wind. he remembers how much you love snowflakes. how you’d always try to catch them on your tongue, and how stupid he thought it was. the things he’d give to go back to that.

the uncharacteristic vulnerability in his voice makes your eyes water. it was something about the cold that brought out the aches in people. like holidays that linger like bad perfume, you both could run from the hurt before getting lost in the snow. you escaped into your warm apartment, away from the world, while katsuki escaped into crowds of adoring fans away from home.

whats funny is that both of you remember how the other left.

the cold air pricks at katsuki’s fingers while he waits for a response. he almost thinks the connections gone out, when in truth, your holding back tears.

with a shaky sigh, you speak. “lets… call it even, then.” you whisper, but he’s captivated by your words like a firework show. “i wanted to hear you, too.”

the breath of relief katsuki lets out can be seen in the cold, night air.

there was about 100 thrown out letters you wished you could send him. you could vomit words onto paper, send them out into the winter air and let the wind deliver your confessions to him.

and honestly, he wants you to. more than anything, he wants to sleep in with you, pull the blankets over that shield you from the cold just for old time sake. and if you don’t want him to stay this time, then he won’t ask you to wait.

if this doesn’t work out, he’ll go back to LA. he’ll let his so called fans write books and stories about him, about his heroism and his nobility without knowing how much his heart hurts on the inside. they’ll wonder about the only soul who knows what that hurt feels like. the only soul who knows all the smiles he’s faking: you.

he hopes that he only breaks his own heart, wanting to spare you from it. if he could, he’d leave you the warmest bed you’ve ever known. he’d call you babe for the weekend, and love you warm against the winter chill.

if somewhere, in his heart, katsuki’s love for you despite the breakup remained the same, then it was the same for you, too. if its okay with you, its okay with him. you could call it even. you’re missing his smile, and you want him to hear you out.

you might have to, with what he’s about to say next.

“…i’m outside, babe.”

part 2 soon 🫧

[bokunoheros]

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab, reader and katsuki are in their 3rd year, everyone is 18+, hand kink, this is actually rlly vanilla compared to everything else i’ve written GENRE: smut SUMMARY: you’re obsessed with your boyfriend’s strong hands and want his fingers in your mouth. WORD COUNT: 854 🦊’s A/N: sorry for how fucked up day 14 was LMAOOO also i’m sorry this is so short?? i’ll make up for it somehow

     for weeks now, you’d been asking your boyfriend to put his fingers in your mouth, or to let you suck on his fingers to soothe your oral fixation, just for him to shut you down each and every time. 

     and every time, you whined why?

     yet, without fail, he gave you the same response; because i don’t want you accidentally ingesting my sweat, idiot. it was out of care for your well being that he didn’t cave to a request-turned-demand that he wishes he could indulge you in desperately. but, whether he expressed it or not, katsuki was a caring person. …in his own aggressive manner, but anyone who knows him can tell when he cares for someone, as he becomes just the slightest bit softer around them, only has his guard half-way up instead of being on full defense mode all the time. and in regards to you? he more than just cared for you, he was stupidly, disgustingly in love with you. so much so, it made him physically ill. 

     that’s how he finds himself awake at midnight three weeks after your initial ask, locked away in his dorm room, the only thing illuminating the darkness being his laptop screen from underneath his sheets. he had gone down a rabbit hole on reddit about nitroglycerin and whether or not it was dangerous if consumed, how it tasted (as he had never… i dunno, licked his fuckin’ palms before like a little freak), what a lethal dosage was, etc.

     now, he feels a bit more prepared to yield to your demands next time you plead with him. as long as you don’t suck on them for an extended period, you should be fine—nitroglycerin was often used to help with chest pain in small doses, after all.

     so, the next time the two of you are getting hot and heavy in his dorm late at night, he finds himself pinning you to the bed, straddling your hips, erection pressing into your thinly clothed cunt—as you were both in nothing but your underwear—his chest pressing against yours, he finds his mind wandering to how he should go about this. 

     does he wait for you to bring it up again? or does he surprise you by taking the initiative..? tsk, like it’s even a question.

     pulling away from the sloppy kiss, he takes the opportunity to stick two of his fingers in your mouth when you go to ask him what he was doing—something that makes your eyes widen in shock for a brief moment before you’re grabbing at his thick wrist with both hands as you begin to suck his middle and ring fingers.

     katsuki bites his plump bottom lip as you swirl your tongue around and between the digits occupying your wet mouth before he suddenly has the muscle pinned down as he slides his fingers towards the back of your throat. 

      you can’t help but smile, and maybe moan a little, as he starts to essentially fingerfuck your mouth, nearly massaging your slick tongue but being just a bit too rough for it to be considered such. you were just content to finally get what you’d been begging for for weeks. 

     “mmmgh,” you moan softly, a noise that makes the blond smirk. 

     “enjoyin’ yourself?” he asks, more rhetorically than anything, but you answer him nonetheless.

     “mmhm,” you hum in response, closing your eyes as you focus on the taste of his fingers. they were… almost sweet? in a sense, but also left a light burning and tingling sensation behind in their wake—probably just the effects of the nitroglycerin, you think. nothing you hadn’t already thought of or considered. 

     spreading the thick digits, he splays them out to either side of your tongue, allowing you to move the muscle freely again 

     “kats…” you whine, rolling your hips up as you start to grow impatient, the feeling of his fingers in your mouth driving you crazy. nothing could have prepared you for how nice it felt. maybe it’s because it was like a forbidden treat for what seemed like the longest time, and now you were finally getting to indulge in it, and if not for the throbbing of your clit bringing you back to the real world, you think you could be content sucking on his thick and calloused digits for as long as he let you. 

     “mm–ow! you little shit!” he hisses when you suddenly bite down against his fingers, and he all but jerks them out of your mouth. “what was that for?”

     you can’t help but giggle and smirk at his confused expression.

     “felt like it,” you grin, looking up at him with nothing but mischief in your eyes.

     “fine, see if i ever let you suck on my fingers again,” he huffs, crossing his well-toned arms as he rolls his eyes.

     “wait, no–! ‘m sorry, baby; i was just fuckin’ with you, i won’t do it again, i promise,” you beg, propping yourself up on your forearms.

      fortunately, this time, it only took a few minutes of begging instead of a few weeks to get him to relent to your desperate pleas.

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[bluemoonscape]

Lost Records is such an insanely beautiful game to me. I just haven’t felt as much from a game as I’ve felt from this in so long. Of course the supernatural elements are important but it’s the simplicity that gets me.

You play as a lonely girl with body image and general self-esteem issues. She meets 3 girls, all queer and all romanceable. No male love interests. It’s the best summer of her life and it’s going to end. Swann, Kat, Nora, and Autumn all wish for it not to end and it still does. Swann is running out of time in Velvet Cove and Kat is running out of time. They genuinely love each other within their little bubble—there’s no talking behind one another’s backs, no backhanded comments. They all support each other.

They talk about missing their childhoods when everything was easier. They talk about things like periods and hygiene products casually, something I literally haven’t even seen from a game up until now. Autumn talks about all the pressure she feels to be the perfect minority in a conservative majority white town—she’s always trying to keep the girls out of trouble because or else she’s suddenly responsible in the eyes of others and she takes that to heart. Nora is this neglected child who’s constantly trying to fill that void and it’s so heartbreaking to watch. Kat is maybe the most insane of all because there’s something so visceral about how angry she feels, trapped in a tiny, conservative nothing town in a family she fights against day after day for nothing because she’s here to die. And there are all these little seemingly insignificant details that are hallmarks of wlw culture, especially in the 90’s!! The Riot Grrl scene (specifically Bikini Kill) the Emily Dickinson reference, even a statement as simple as “If I was a boy, I’d kiss you.” The teenagers talk like real teenagers. And in the adult timeline, the pandemic actually fucking exists! It’s a part of the background! They talk about how it impacted their lives, especially Swann as an isolated, socially anxious and most likely neurodivergent person!

There’s such a sense of togetherness and loneliness all at once, hope and hopelessness. It’s realistic despite the supernatural aspect. It’s life. It’s beautiful and it’s unfair. It’s joyful and it’s furious. It’s finding someone who understands you with the knowledge that it will be ripped from you. But the injustice doesn’t take away the fact that it happened.

[ora-draws]

A little analysis on how Hans & Henry were handled post-ending (heavy KCD2 spoiler alert)

Ok, so I've seen a lot of people talk about how they feel like the ending-part after the siege falls short when it comes to Hansry and leaves out a lot of possible interactions that could have been included.

And I feel you there, although I'm also a big fan of show-don't-tell and leaving things to imagination and interpretation.

However saying we got like a 4 minute romance scene after only being fed crumbs for hundreds of hours does not only fail to acknowledge the crafty subtlety with which their relationship and development has been told over the whole course – it also disregards how impactful the ending actually is.

More under the cut.

In order to put this into perspective, we need to consider not only Hans and Henry, but also the other main romance options: Rosa and Katherine. Rosa happens rather mid-game and while she isn't as mutually exclusive as Kat/Hans, she can be Henry's desired sweetheart by the end if you so choose. Yet whether you do or not, Rosa tells Henry that she considers this a one-time thing, even comes across rather pragmatic about it and tells him off by reminding you that any future is impossible anyway, since he is bastard and she's a nobleman's daughter.

As for Katherine, this is a bit more complicated; she opens up to Henry a bit in the very last moment, they spend an intimate and vulnerable moment together, finding comfort in each other's arms. Yet although she is clearly relieved about Henry's survival and brightens up after the siege, she's more open than set on staying with him, yet implies she'll give it a try. And that's understandable, given her past and circumstances. She even mentions how she doesn't believe she can truly ever be happy again, even if you suggest looking forward. There's a lot of shared trauma here which gives common ground, but is the biggest obstacle at the same time. Apart from that, Kat doesn't bring a lot of baggage, she's a commoner like you, and is just as unbound.

And then we have Hans. Who is not only literally the 'worst' choice Henry could have made in any possible regard considering time period and society, but also a 'lost cause'. We spend half of the ending dialogue with him and Hanush talking about how Henry needs to force him to attend his wedding if the need shall arise. And yet, despite all things given, the moment you can talk privately, Hans doesn't give a second thought to all this. Not only is he genuinely happy and relieved about Henry's well-being: He has no regrets, utters no doubts about what has happend, and the first thing he talks about is how to postpone the wedding as long as possible, even if he cannot avoid it in the end.

He is annoyed, yes, but he doesn't despair about it – and remarks quite clearly that he and Henry will just need to see how things will work out for them. Which is sensible, even if it is also naive. They could never be together openly anyway. But again, it's worth mentioning how even with all that uncercainty, he treats it with a genuine & positive outlook. And – of course – let's not forget that he right away (and happily) jumps onto your offer to take a look at his arrow wound and very bluntly makes the suggestion to find a place which is more private again, showing he wants to be close with you again and stay this way. And Hans – ironically – is the only love interest who does it this way. Which is absolutely heartwrenching and sweet and says a lot, even if we don't get 'much'.

And it is also very very Hans lmao. The second you are alone he's like: Yeah, that's my man, fuck everything, let's go. One has to keep in mind that his heartbreaking Galehaut/Lancelot talk was possibly one of his most vulnerable moments and a rather stark contrast to his usual behavior, because there was just so much at stake. If at all, it shows how much it meant to him.

I see a lot of people depict him as very sensitive, passive or whiny, but honestly, while he can be a spoiled brat and a nuisance, Hans is everything BUT subtle most of the time: he's impulsive, needy, jealous and a short-tempered hothead and it's a very lovely detail this shines through as soon as you are together again. Why? Because it shows how he feels comfortable in his skin and with his choice – and with Henry. Despite everything. This sets him quite apart from the other LIs imo & and all these little details are what make their story and relationship so appealing.

If you've read all of this: Thank you.💚 This is a first for me, I never engaged this much with people online before. I was somehow sucked into this fandom and I genuinely love it, it's an absolutely lovely and welcoming community.

Thanks also to @dill-weeds for chatting about this beforehand, it made me write this down ha.

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Different Hybrids S/O: Pt.1.

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Izuku Midoriya, Tenya Iida, Katsuki Bakugo, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero

Warnings: spelling errors, it’s 9am and I haven’t gotten any sleep, hybrid au, fluffy, hcs, Adhd, blind reader, other stuff but it’s all good!! Everything is just for the hybrid type.

͙͘͡★ theses are just some silly ideas for hybrids, and I will be doing character with other types!

★ Izuku who has a bunny s/o, and someone who is constantly bouncing off the walls. You have your calm moments but only after almost breaking everything in the apartment. Izuku chasing you around as you run through the rooms, looking and picking up everything that catching a your attention. One time, you ran out your shared home and down the halls….Izuku wasn’t too happy about having to catching you and drag you back — But you were passed out in his arms before you could even get his lecture.

★ Tenya with a bat!hybrid s/o, who doesn’t really have eyesight. His partner is quite mostly, not really one to speak but only in battles because of their high pitched voice. A clingy thing who flocks to him, staying by him in most public settings but also enjoys their alone time. Who is always in the dark, and Tenya often finds them hanging from the ceiling to take naps. S/O is always watching things turn to chaos around them but just chills, and a Tenya who screams to try and calm everything down. Tenya is the only one allowed to touch their wings. Plus, dried fruit chips are always on him just for you.

★ Mina who has a Lion!Hybrid S/o who matches her personality so well. That hybrid has pride, and confidents. Mina shows them off so much, she dresses them up with outfits that show off their mane. Reader is constantly getting their nails done, clipped and shaped….Mina is the only one safe from danger. The reader has hissed and growled at old nail techs, but now only whines and groans in pain with Mina, who tells them to stop being a baby. Mina however knows how the reader walks around her, constantly showing off even tho she’s their girlfriend. Showing off just to keep her. And…Mina loves it so much when reader lowly growls when someone approaches her, jealous but protective.

★ Katsuki who has a Cat!Hybird s/o. They are constantly hitting heads, but they so also so sweet and fluffy behind closed doors. Reader hisses at their boyfriend, and he does it back, a lot of people watch for about ten minutes before reader is standing weird before pouncing on their boyfriend and then they fight…In a non violent way but there are bites showing on kats arms later, ripped shirt by their claws and constantly rolling around while wrestling. Kats who finds it comforting when they purr when they sleep. The way he can feel the vibrations, makes him feel loved that they can relax in his presence. Kats who loves that your ears twitch with sounds, and when your tail waves….Kats is constantly grinning when your tail gives away your mischievous plans.

★ Sero who has a Koala!Hybird s/o. Sero is Hyper, or he can be calm and yet his lover is fine with either. We all know he loves hammocks, for his s/o matches him so well. They like to sleep or nap in trees, but he makes them sleep indoors. Sero only finds the best leaves for you to eat and knows the ones you hate, never thought koalas were picky with their plants until he met you. You do love his friends, well they are yours too, you just go off in a separate room to read or nap. They are all fine with it. Since you have extra padding and hands to help climb, he is always showing off the clips of you saving cats from trees and such. Tho you aren’t a big pro! You are still a hero, his favorite hero. And you better believe he loves having you as his backpack while he cleans around your home as you’re passed out on his shoulder.

͙͘͡★ want more of this? Like or reblog, or even ask me with what you want!

[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

In which, a girl tries to flirt with one of the MHA boys. Part 1 Part 2 here

Characters included: Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinso Side Note: The reader is a badass chick 🤤

Check out the reverse (someone flirts with the reader) here

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t the sweet romantic type to anyone but you. He was the kind of guy who, in public, showed love in his own way—by pulling you into his side possessively, scowling at anyone who looked at you wrong, and grumbling curse-laced insults that somehow still made your heart flutter. In private? Yeah, I’ll leave that to your imagination.

He didn’t need anyone else. He had you. And that was enough.

Unfortunately, not everyone seemed to get the memo.

Like the new girl.

She had transferred into U.A. a few weeks ago, and from the moment she laid eyes on your man, she had been on a mission. At first, it was subtle. Asking him unnecessary questions in class. Laughing a little too hard at his brash remarks. Finding excuses to sit near him during lunch.

But then it got bolder.

She started showing up outside the gym when he was training. Bringing him extra snacks. “Accidentally” tripping in front of him so he’d catch her. Touching his arm and marveling at his muscles.

You could tell it annoyed him. Bakugo wasn’t exactly the patient type, and the way his eye twitched whenever she got too close was proof enough.

Yet, she kept pushing.

One day, she took it too far.

You and the Bakusquad were hanging out in the common room when she waltzed in, making a beeline for your boyfriend.

“Bakugo~” she sang, plopping down beside him, far too close for comfort.

You leaned against the couch, watching with mild amusement as he immediately tensed.

“The hell do you want?” he muttered, clearly uninterested.

She giggled, completely ignoring his irritation. “I made something for you!” She held out a scarf—black and orange, his colors. “I knitted it myself! I noticed you don’t wear scarves, so I figured I could give you one of mine. Now every time you wear it, you’ll think of me!”

You snorted. Oh, this girl was bold.

Bakugo just stared at the scarf like it was an insult to his entire existence. “The fuck? I don’t wear scarves.”

“Oh, don’t be like that!” She pouted. “Just try it on for me—”

Bakugo's eye twitched. "I ain't wearin’ that."

Her smile faltered for a split second, but she pushed on, lifting the scarf toward him. "Just try it on! I promise it’ll look great—"

Before she could finish her sentence, you snatched the scarf right out of her hands.

"Wow," you hummed, examining it. "Soft, warm… a nice shade of orange." You nodded thoughtfully. "You know, I think I know the perfect use for it."

She rolled her eyes at you, her happy-go-lucky personality disappearing instantly. “Really?”

With a sickly sweet smile, you turned on your heel, walked straight to the common room’s fireplace, and—without a moment’s hesitation—tossed the scarf in.

The flames swallowed it instantly.

A beat of silence.

Then—

"WHAT THE HELL?!" she shrieked, eyes wide with horror.

You dusted off your hands. "Oh, sorry. Did you actually think he was gonna wear that?" You gave her a pitying look. "It was just taking up space."

Katsuki, who had been sitting in stunned silence, suddenly let out a loud, barking laugh. "Damn, babe."

Kirishima was struggling to hold back his own laughter. Kaminari? Nearly choking on his drink. Even Mina was giggling into her hands.

The girl looked between you and the burning scarf; face twisted in disbelief. “Y-You—”

"You seriously thought he’d wear something you made?" you cut her off, tilting your head. "I mean, I get it. You tried. A for effort and all that." You shrugged. "But he’s already got everything he needs."

You turned back to your carmine-eyed boyfriend, who was still smirking, and leaned down to press a slow, deliberate kiss to his cheek.

"Right, Kats?"

His arm immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. He rested his chin on your shoulder, crimson eyes locked onto the girl as he smirked.

"Damn right."

The girl stood there, fuming, hands clenched into fists before she finally let out a frustrated huff and stormed out.

He chuckled against your neck. "Damn, that was brutal."

You grinned. "She had it coming."

He squeezed your waist, his voice low and amused. "Shit like that makes me love you even more, y'know that?"

Outcome: Scarf? Incinerated. Girl? Humbled. Relationship? Stronger than steel.

Denki Kaminari

Denki Kaminari had always been a flirt. From the start, he was a natural charmer, but when he met you, something changed. You grounded him. You made him feel loved and appreciated. You weren’t just another fling—you were the one who tamed him.

And when you two started dating, his flirtatious ways disappeared—at least, with anyone but you. Still, his naturally friendly personality sometimes sent the wrong signals, especially to girls who didn’t know any better.

Take a recent example. A new girl had just transferred to U.A. on recommendation. She was pretty, sociable, and quickly made friends with everyone—including you. But it was obvious she had a thing for Denki. She was always flirting with him, running her fingers through his hair, applying lip gloss the moment he walked in, dousing herself in sickly-sweet vanilla perfume so he’d notice whenever she passed by.

But you? You weren’t insecure. If anything, you found her antics hilarious. She actually thought she had a chance. Maybe she missed the lipstick stains on his cheeks and neck. Maybe she overlooked the way he whistled whenever you walked by, how he absentmindedly played with your hair while you talked to Mina, how he cornered you during lunch, hugged you from behind, or kissed the top of your head. Maybe she hadn’t noticed the matching promise rings, the shared bentos, or the inside jokes.

Oh, who were you kidding?

She knew.

She knew, and she was still trying.

One morning, while you and Momo giggled over your new matching nails, you caught sight of her in your peripheral vision. She was strutting over to Denki again. But something was different this time.

There, dyed into her perfectly shiny black hair, was a bright yellow lightning bolt.

And that was it.

You watched as she twirled in front of him, eyes sparkling. “Do you notice anything different?” she asked, her voice sickly sweet.

Denki looked uncomfortable. This girl was a whole new level of delusional.

“Uh, Amai… I have a girlfriend,” he stated flatly.

Her smile disappeared for a second before she stepped closer, recovering quickly. “Well, I don’t see her. Besides, she doesn’t have to know.” She tugged at his tie, pulling him from his standing position so that their faces were centimeters away, but he immediately placed a hand on her wrist, pushing her away. You took off your shoes and quietly strode closer to them.

By now, everyone in the room had gone silent, eyes locked on the three of you, waiting to see what would happen.

“Turn around,” you said, voice flat yet filled with annoyance.

Before she could react, you grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. Her body arched, and she locked eyes with you in shock.

“Now you see her.”

In one swift motion, you pulled her to the ground and straddled her, delivering a solid punch to her nose. Something cracked. You hoped it was her nose—but then you saw something else.

Your nails.

Your beautiful, fresh, matching nails.

Broken.

“You bitch! You broke my nail!” you gasped in outrage.

Tears welled in her eyes as she stammered something, but you weren’t interested. Instead, you landed another punch.

It took both Denki and Sero to pry you off her—but not before you got in a good kick to her stomach.

Let’s just say one of you ended up in Recovery Girl’s office, and the other got detention for a week.

Mr. Aizawa, being the legend that he was, let you use your phone during detention. What an amazing teacher.

Eijiro Kirishima

You were used to people liking Eijiro.

It was impossible not to like him—he was strong, dependable, kind, and had the kind of energy that made everyone feel included. He wasn’t just a hero in training, he was a damn good person.

But Kanna Fukuda? She wasn’t just crushing on him.

She was competing with you.

Kanna was a Support Course genius—a prodigy when it came to crafting hero gear. And for whatever reason, she had convinced herself that you were just a phase, a distraction, something Eijiro would eventually “grow out of.”

She thought that if she could prove she was more useful to him—more essential to his future—he’d eventually choose her.

Too bad for her, Eijiro wasn’t choosing anyone but you.

At first, you ignored her attempts.

The custom gear. The constant requests to work with only Eijiro. The way she always “just happened” to be around whenever he finished training, ready with some new, “perfectly designed” item that would “enhance his performance.”

She was always hovering. But Eijiro never gave her any attention.

He was polite, sure, but he never went out of his way to talk to her. He never lingered when she spoke. Half the time, he didn’t even realize she was there because his attention was always on you.

And that? That drove her crazy.

One afternoon, in the middle of the U.A. common area, she made her biggest move yet. Eijiro had just finished an intense sparring session, sweat still dripping from his forehead as he leaned back against the couch beside you, resting his hand on your thigh.

And then, out of nowhere, Kanna appeared. How the hell did she get access to the 1A building?

She placed something onto the table in front of him—a brand-new pair of hero gloves.

“I made these for you,” she announced, smiling like she’d already won. “They’re impact-resistant, reinforced with carbon fiber, and custom-fitted to your exact hand measurements.”

Your eyes narrowed. Hand measurements? He sure as hell never gave her those. Eijiro blinked at the gloves, looking more confused than impressed. “Uh… thanks, but I already got a pair.”

“These are better.” She took a step closer, lowering her voice. “You should let me take care of you—I mean your gear, Kirishima. I mean, it’s kinda my specialty, right? I can make sure everything you use is perfectly tailored for you.”

And then, she had the audacity to glance at you—like she was proving a point, like she was winning.

You sat up straighter, a slow smirk creeping onto your lips. “Ohhh, impact-resistant, huh?” You grabbed the gloves off the table, turning them over in your hands. “That’s so impressive, Kanna. Really.”

Her chest puffed up. “I know, right?”

And then, before she could say another word, you used your quirk. A white light emitted and them you ripped the hideous pair of gloves in half.

The room went silent.

Kanna’s smug expression shattered. “YOU—WHAT THE HELL?!”

You tilted your head, examining the torn gloves. “Huh. I thought they were impact-resistant.”

“You—” Her hands shook as she pointed at you. “D-Do you know how long that took me to—”

“They weren’t gonna last,” you interrupted, tossing the ruined gloves back onto the table. “They were never gonna be strong enough for him.” You leaned forward, resting your chin in your palm. “You don’t get it, do you?”

Her lips pressed into a tight line.

You smiled. “You can make all the fancy gear you want, but he doesn’t need it.” You glanced at Eijiro, who was watching you with awe and admiration in his eyes. “He’s already strong enough on his own. And he sure as hell doesn’t need you.”

Kanna looked at Eijiro. Waiting. Hoping. Begging for him to defend her.

But all he did was sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh… yeah. Listen, Kanna, I gotta agree with her on this one.” He gave her an apologetic smile. “I really appreciate the effort, but… I already have everything I need.”

And then, right in front of everyone, he turned to you—grinned—and kissed you.

It wasn’t just some quick peck.

It was slow, deliberate, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing your skin—a clear, undeniable claim.

Kanna’s face flushed deep red.

She didn’t say another word.

She just grabbed the ruined gloves, turned, and walked out.

The moment she was gone, chaos erupted.

“OH MY GOD, YOU JUST DESTROYED HER!” Mina shrieked.

“THAT WAS SO FREAKIN’ HOT,” Kaminari howled.

Bakugo smirked, arms crossed. “About damn time. I was gonna blow her ass to America if she continued.”

Eijiro just chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. “Damn, babe,” he murmured, pressing another kiss against your temple. “That was seriously the most badass thing I’ve ever seen.”

You grinned, curling your fingers into his red hair. “Had to put her in her place, didn’t I?”

He laughed, pressing his forehead against yours. “Heck yeah, you did.”

And if anyone still thought they had a chance with your man?

They sure as hell didn’t now.

Hitoshi Shinso

The late-night café was quiet, the air filled with the scent of coffee and pastries, soft jazz playing in the background. You and Hitoshi sat in a cozy corner booth, enjoying your drinks, his violet eyes half-lidded as he stirred his coffee.

It was calm. Relaxing. Until some idiot thought they had a chance.

A guy, cocky and clearly feeling bold, slid into the booth beside you, completely ignoring Shinsou’s presence.

"Hey there," he smirked, resting his arm along the back of your seat. "What’s a cutie like you doing all alone at this hour?"

You blinked. Alone?

Hitoshi let out a long, slow sigh, taking a sip of his coffee before finally looking up.

"…You must be suicidal."

The guy frowned. "What?"

Hitoshi tilted his head, eyes dark and unreadable. "I mean, you have to be, right? Walking up to someone else’s girl and pulling this kind of shit?"

The guy scoffed. "Relax, man. She can make her own choices—"

You snorted. "Yeah. And I choose to stay with my boyfriend."

Hitoshi leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm. "Tell you what," he murmured, voice low, almost hypnotic. "Why don’t you walk out of here, forget this ever happened, and go rethink your life choices?"

The guy blinked. His body stiffened.

Then, without another word, he stood up and walked straight out the door.

You raised an eyebrow. "You didn’t even have to activate your quirk, did you?"

Shinsou smirked, lazy and satisfied. "Didn’t have to. He was already an idiot."

You chuckled, taking a sip of your drink. "That was kinda hot."

He grinned, violet eyes glinting. "Damn right it was."

[queenkatluv]

Impersonations

Hi, Kat here! Usually, I don't interact in the community openly. I do scroll through Tumblr, YT comments, Discord, etc whenever I get the time, just because I love to see how people feel about the series/episodes/characters. I'm no stranger to people pretending to be me/Davis/Reed on other socials. There's not much I can really do about it but spread the word and hope people will figure it out on their own! But what really surprised me was a certain account on TikTok. I won't be spreading the account as I don't want to ignite anything, though it would be relatively easy to find them once I describe the material they are posting. Someone has been impersonating Davis, not correcting people who think it's the real them (from what I can see in their comment section) and post sexually graphic material. Some of their comments are...questionable, some of them seeming to be sexually directed at minors or myself. Implying things such as 'liking them young' or finding sex toys in my bedroom. This in of itself is very worrying, and I would like to let people know that Davis DOES NOT HAVE ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS! SAME WITH ME! The fact that there are some people under the impression that Davis would behave like this is upsetting, and we have tried reporting this account/specific videos but have had no success. Hence why I'm trying to spread the word to not believe everything you see online! I'd also like to take a moment to be real here. I understand that as a person with a following online, I have no control over what people say about me or do with my pictures/persona in private. But the amount of accounts that I believe belong to minors openly sexualizing me is really disturbing to me. I realize there's not much I can do about that, and in all honesty I don't mind characters I portray to be sexualized (as long as they are adults) but it's very different when it's ME, MY FACE people are sexualizing. Maybe that's something I need to get used to as a micro influencer (haha) but it makes me uncomfortable. This is not me calling anyone out (aside from that one TikTok account owner, I hope you read this and kindly either stop or clarify you aren't Davis/it's a strange joke) but I want to let people know my boundaries. Thanks for reading! I'll go back to lurking!

[cheol-e-kat]

HEYYYY!! If you don't mind can you do enemies to lovers or the tentacles for mingyu. Thank you and have a great day

hehe so idk why but this one was hitting with me today and it’s uhh maybe a little more fluffy but still hope you enjoy - also i know you said OR…

♡ kat

bingo squares: enemies to lovers + tentacles

pairing: k. mg x f!reader

word count: 3.7k

summary: working with mingyu is distinctly frustrating, even when you find out the secret reason he is so fast at everything

genre: magical realism au, fantasy au, monster au, tentacles!mingyu, coffee shop/ tea house au, enemies (rivals) to lovers, workplace au

⚠︎ rating: 21+ / explicit / MNDI ⚠︎

warnings below cut

warnings: explicit language, mind reading, tentacles, tentacle sex, penetrative sex, slick, cum inflation, belly bulge, cervix fucking, overstimulation

mingyu was too perfect. literally. he had been made ‘employee of the month’ for the last three months. you had never actually been employee of the month, but still, who was he? 

regardless, what actually annoyed you, besides his fake smile and the annoying way he flirted with literally everyone, was the fact that he had all but taken over the opening shift. that was the thing you couldn’t stand. 

the morning shift was your oasis. it was the perfect time of day to go through and clean up all the messes that brenda managed to make before closing, and you could reorganize and setup and just all the things you actually loved about your stupid job. it was the little happiness you had carved out for yourself - and he was fucking ruining it. 

because mr. perfect-kim-mingyu appeared from nowhere and wanted the opening shift. and initially, you had to give it up because you had a new schedule and really early classes. but now you were back to normal. and you wanted your preferred shift back. 

but when you went to ask him about it, his normally smiling face disappeared. 

“i think it works better this way,” he said, voice flat and his tone coming off as if this were some final decision. 

you rolled your eyes in response. “there’s new guidance - it’s a two-person shift now,” you tried to sound reasonable even if he seemed to be staring straight through you. 

he shrugged, “yeah, well ‘guidance’ sounds like it’s open to interpretation to me.”

and then he just walked away. which was fine, because the new shift requests were open, so you listed yourself, right next to his name. and you got the time that you wanted, despite what he thought. 

and that was all great, until the first morning you walked in. everything was already set. you stared around, completely annoyed because it was your job to at least help. and while it was commendable, it was weird as fuck behavior. and kind of frustrating. 

the only conclusion you could reach was mingyu hated you enough to show up early, do the job of three people (if you were being accurate - he went above and beyond), and just stare at you smugly from behind the counter while he sipped whatever nightmare coffee he had whipped up. 

“see, i really don’t need help,” he quipped. no greeting, nothing, just straight to ‘you’re not needed.’

you sighed, “it’s not a competition,”—

he cut you off, “no, actually i think it is because i told you i was fine and you pushed anyway - so now, i want to make it very clear that i do not need your help.”

“it’s a corporate thing, mingyu - that isn’t how it works - they don’t care that one person in one location managed to do this,” you were trying to be reasonable and grasping for all the straws because he kind of made you want to smack him - just one good, solid smack across his very symetrical face. 

he shrugged, “maybe i can change their minds.”

you stared blankly, “what is your problem?”

he raised an eyebrow, “i don’t have one,” he answered quickly. 

“right, you just hate the idea of working with me so much that you’ve done all of this to prove to everyone i’m bad at my job,” you groaned, exasperated. 

it was too early for this. mornings were meant to be drama free. 

he watched you for a moment, “i didn’t say you’re bad at your job - i just happen to be more efficient,” he responded, his voice had less of an edge. 

you nodded, “right, okay - whatever - i’m going to clock in and sit in a corner, and you can take all the orders and tips - whatever,” you were done with this conversation. 

it was great to have someone to help with a shift, but someone who took over and refused to listen to anything you had to say was something else. it went on like that for weeks, even when you moved to a later shift, it always felt like he was there to point out why you were wrong about anything, up to and including how the bathroom toilet paper was installed. 

you finally just stopped talking in group meetings, because what was the point when mr.know-it-all, smiley face was there to field every question anyway. 

it was almost nice in a way to just step back, focus on classes, and forget work. it was just a coffee house job anyway. and it wasn’t like anyone missed the special tea blends you did. plus, who cared just how bad brenda was with the blenders anyway. in fact, you were fairly certain she was getting worse by the day somehow. but you didn’t need to worry about cleaning up those messes - mingyu had it covered. 

or so you thought, until you got a text from your boss, jerry, asking that you rejoin the opening shift because he felt like mingyu was getting overwhelmed. you tried to gently suggest you weren’t the best person. and he was not accepting that. 

so you found yourself, once again, going in early. but because you hadn’t really slept that well, you went in earlier than you needed to - you weren’t going back to sleep anyway, what could it hurt. 

you were wearing headphones, mumble singing fleetwood mac to yourself, barely paying attention to anything until you walked into the prep area to see mingyu and …and what looked like a million little vibrant blue snakelike things all around him, holding various pieces of equipment and washing and organizing and the longer you stared the more it started to sink in that all the little snake-y things were part of him. 

you blinked slowly, wondering if this were a dream or side effects from your meds or just the general lack of sleep you dealt with. but no, they were there. 

you were quiet. you thought of backing out of the room, out of the coffee house, just going back home and hiding under your covers. maybe quit too - send jerry a super fast “nope, i’m out, byeee” because this seemed like an excellent time to quit. 

mingyu was watching you though. he didn’t move, and neither did any of his extra appendages. he stayed exactly where he was. it was possibly the most ridiculous stand-off. 

you couldn’t help yourself when you spoke, “so, is this the part where you kill me?”

his eyes got huge, “kill you?” he sounded confused. 

you nodded, “yeah, you know that’s what happens in every sci-fi show - someone finds out someone is uh,” you waved your hand at him, “you know not what they appear and then they - they you know - die because you can’t have someone walking around knowing things, right?” you laughed nervously - he would definitely kill you - he already hated you, right?

you kind of wanted to scream, though. but you didn’t because it was maybe the most innocuous scene. he was just cleaning things, not like feasting on a freshly killed body or something. 

he rolled his eyes, sighing loudly, “why would i kill you? even if you told someone, who would believe you?”

you nodded, “fair point,” you mumbled, “okay, but why is jerry saying he thinks you need help? when you seem to have a lot of help…” you trailed off, still feeling wary.

mingyu shrugged, “probably because,” he shrugged again, like he knew but he couldn’t be asked to share. 

you rolled your eyes, “seriously? i think we’re past the point of not sharing,” you glanced again at his little blue helpers - no wonder he got so much done, you decided, almost marveling at the constellation of tiny assistants he seemed to have. 

you wanted to poke one. they looked a bit slimy, but for some reason you felt like they probably weren’t. you resisted the urge, knowing it was probably really rude. plus you had attended enough hr training seminars to know touching a co-worker was just not okay. 

he groaned, “can i just get back to work? like go play some game on your phone or something,” you were surprised to hear him sound even the tiniest bit distraught, even amongst the obvious annoyance. 

smug, haughty, condescending, perky - sure - those were the only tones he ever had when talking to you. distraught…never.  

you bit your lip lightly, wondering if maybe a pet had died or something. and wondering if ‘aliens’ had pets - you had no idea what to consider him, but the tentacles weren’t exactly human. or maybe they were - your mind conjured up some image of a laboratory where the whole goal was to create super heroes for coffee shops? your imagination was failing you quickly. 

you sighed, “can i help at least?”

he shrugged while he viciously mopped a corner. you nodded, knowing the answer was a resounding ‘no, fuck off.’

you found yourself going in the back and shuffling around with the various tea ingredients - your preferred drink, actually. you considered briefly that he might be allergic to something, but you waved off that feeling. you came back out with a blend that you thought might be helpful, even for whatever he was.

he had virtually finished everything while you had been gone. he was sitting at one of the tables, looking a bit sweaty and worse for wear. all of his little friends were gone - he just looked like his normal self, so a cute gym bro with a small man-pony.

“is it okay if i join you?” you were really trying to be nice but coming across as stilted and weird. 

he nodded, so you sat, and gingerly scooted the cup of tea towards him. he glanced at it. 

“if you’re trying to drug me, it isn’t that easy,” he traced his index finger around the rim of the tea cup. 

you didn’t answer, even if you detected the smallest amount of sarcasm from him.

he groaned, “so this is like that extra stuff jerry says you do - part of why he likes you here for opening,” he stared at the cup and glanced quickly at you. 

you shrugged, “i mean it’s a thing i do - i don’t know that it’s exactly anything notable, though.”

he rolled his eyes, and after a few moments, finally took a sip from the cup. you waited for him to say something asinine. some comment about how the flavor wasn’t balanced. 

instead, he slowly drank it all and whispered ‘thank you,’ when he was finished. and then he was back up, doing fifty things at once. you went back to the tea room and stayed there. it was one place he seemed uncertain about. 

and that was your new routine. you came in, barely acknowledged mingyu’s whatever-they-were and just stuck to making the tea selection that was on for the day. it was an easy routine once mingyu and you seemed to get used to one another’s presence. 

what you weren’t used to was when he would randomly pop in and look around sheepishly before asking if you would make something for him.

the first time it happened, you had been wearing your headphones singing along, poorly as fuck, to dreams - humming along with ‘what you had and what you lost’ and you turned to see him practically filling the doorway with his six foot, huge, boy body. 

you yelped, “what the fuck - don’t do that!”

he glanced around, “there’s literally no one else.”

“and your point? i’m in here singing badly, oblivious to the world - plus i don’t bother you while you’re doing your thing out there” you pouted - it was really that he had heard your shitty singing. 

he watched you for a moment, “so, you probably wouldn’t be willing to make whatever you made for me last week?”

you stared for a moment, “you mean the thing you thought i was tying to drug you with?”

he groaned, “so funny, y/n - for real though, would you?”

you watched him, trying to figure out an ulterior motive, “fine, okay - now, get out,” you mumbled, turning back to what you were doing.

the problem was that once you made it the second time, he kept coming back. always leaning against the doorframe, and asking in his nice, soft voice if you would ‘please’ make the tea for him. but it was also that he seemed different when you were even behind the counter together - instead of saying snarky things to you, he was nice. cute even. 

it was absolutely weird. because what happened to the mingyu who seemed to constantly take issue with you - this new upgraded version was a little concerning. especially when he started brushing against you randomly. like when you were super busy and things were hectic and jesssicaaaa was upset with how her name was spelled and you maybe envisioned throwing whatever was within reach in her face, and you felt his hand gently brush your arm, as he stepped between you and the soul sucking banshee you were ready to fight. 

it wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate that he was willing to handle unhinged customers, but it was the way it made you feel. because it almost made you hope for all of the insane customers to queue up at once just so he could stand in front of you and block them out with his wide shoulders and blinding smile. and because you maybe wanted to lean against him and know exactly how his laundry detergent smelled. 

you had to put an end to that though, which meant staying in the one place he still seemed to have trepidation over, which was the tea cupboard. you came in, gave him and his little blue friends a wave, and then fully hid. because even if he asked for tea, there was something about the room that seemed to keep him just outside the doorway. it was like he was a vampire and you hadn’t invited him into your home.

for all you knew he was a vampire. 

but the holidays were ramping up and avoidance was becoming less and less of an option. brenda got added to the morning shift, which meant there were only a few blissful hours of quiet before she came in to work her particular brand of violence on every blender available. 

and just a few days in, she was elbowing you, “why is he moody again?”

you glanced at her, “who?”

she gave you a judgmental look, “who? the only ‘he’ here,” she practically hissed, and then sighing, “mingyu,” she whispered, “he was all cute again until a few weeks ago.”

you were trying to focus on not burning yourself, “cute again? what does that mean?”

“you know, like not just customer service or whatever, like happy, i guess - i don’t know, but he keeps staring at you like a sad puppy,” she finished.

you hadn’t noticed anything significantly different. and brenda had the emotional acuity of a car battery. you weren’t that concerned. 

even when you had taken a second shift (and so had he by the way - like how was he on the same shifts as you when he could barely stand you just a few weeks…months ago - you weren’t keeping track), and you were maybe, just a tiny bit tired, and closed your eyes for like two seconds. 

he was there to whisper in your ear that you could just go in the back. 

you opened your eyes immediately, leaning away from him, “what? then it would just be you doing everything.”

he shrugged, “i’m fine.”

you sighed, “it’s work - you don’t get to just meander off,” you stood up, looking for some way to be busy. 

“there’s almost no one here, y/n.”

you sighed loudly, “that isn’t the point.”

there really were almost no customers - it was genuinely a lull - there was maybe one guy outside next to the outdoor heater. 

and then you found yourself watching mingyu’s fingers make contact with your hand and trace along the inside of your wrist before he leaned close again, “go sleep,” he whispered.

his fingertips were so warm against your skin. you felt a sweet tingling travel through your entire body. you looked up at him again, only to find him watching you with his steady gaze that made your stomach shift around in excited, uncertainty. you wondered for a moment how it would feel to be surrounded by his warmth, and then your mind wandered farther off the path, thinking about where all of the little blue tentacles went when he wasn’t using them. you had definitely spent zero minutes considering the things he could do with them outside of the coffee shop - like how they would feel against your skin or deep inside you. 

and this was why you didn’t need to be near him. your thoughts were too embarrassing - how could you look at him without blushing when - not only did you know something very personal about him - but you definitely wondered how it would feel for your pussy to be filled full of all of his blue thingies. you still hadn’t mentally decided what to call them. even worse was the thought about how many could fit inside you - how many would it take until you were asking him to stop. begging would be more accurate - how many until you were crying and begging for him to stop. and then could you take just one more, you wondered. 

you felt his lips brush your cheek, “is that all?” he whispered.

you froze, knowing you hadn’t said any of that out loud. not a single word. you were certain your life flashed before your eyes. you felt his tongue trace along your earlobe.

“they would love to fill you,” he whispered, breath warm against your skin, “go as deep as you want.”

you knew your heart was beating faster - just feeling him close was enough to cause that. but what he was saying - what he was offering - you could feel warmth creeping through your body at the idea of it. you knew exactly how much you wanted it. 

you nodded, shivering when you felt a single, vine-like tentacle wrap gently around your wrist.

“good,” he murmured.

you were still tired and muddled through the rest of your shift, but when everything was set for the night and the place was locked - you found yourself falling in step with him. he lived close by - you weren’t surprised that it was tidy. 

there was no rush to make out or undress or anything. instead, it was slow. you sat on the sofa with him, making out, and finally letting yourself consciously acknowledge the way he looked at you. and even when you moved to his bed, neither of you hurried to strip. but when you had, you couldn’t help wanting to touch him. he really was - perfect. there was no other word. mingyu was perfection, and he was in front of you, all of him on display. 

he reached out, pulling you into his lap, kissing you while his hands traced along your back. 

he leaned back, “turn around.”

you found yourself sitting in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. he kissed your throat and squeezed your breasts, and then you felt the soft, round tips, stroking and teasing your wet pussy lips.

“relax,” he whispered against your skin. 

you nodded, feeling the two tentacles slide deep inside you, and then you felt a third teasing your clit, circling it and squeezing and pulling gently. it felt like it only took seconds for you to be breathing hard, whining softly as they worked in tandem. you reached back for him, finding his mouth, wanting to kiss him while you were being fucked. you could feel them going deeper, and expanding inside you, stretching you gently as they went.

“fuck,” you whimpered against his lips, pressing close, not wanting to break the kiss.

his hands slid down, gently resting on your thighs. his thumbs traced little circles against your skin, as you were overwhelmed - you were being stretched and fucked and your clit was aching. you wanted to come. you pulled his hair roughly.

“i thought you wanted to beg,” he asked.

you almost laughed, vaguely wondering how many of your thoughts he knew, “fuck, please, mingyu - please, let me come,” you kept mumbling under your breath as the same two tentacles pumped into you harder. and they were so deep, you were certain they were stretching the entrance to your cervix, filling it too. 

“come inside me,” you whispered, feeling the tentacles shivering inside you, like they were ready too - you assumed they did something like that. 

you felt him smile as he kissed the back of your neck, “they’ll make a mess,” he warned.

you were desperate, “then make it stay inside,” you gasped, feeling one of them hit so deep you were sure you were seeing stars. 

he groaned softly, “so whiny and desperate,” he pulled you back close against him, grasping your jaw and staring down at you - you felt the tip of his finger tease your lips, “can’t say ‘no’ to you to can i?” he asked gently. 

you whined in response, “please, please, mingyu,” and you almost screamed as your orgasm ripped through you - but the tentacles were still fucking you, your cum just making their slide that much smoother, messier.

you would have fallen forward if he weren’t holding you so tightly. you whined and arched back against him as you came - still they kept fucking into you, even as you moaned and cried from the overstimulation. 

but then you felt them come, you knew it was deeper than your had ever felt because you were sure you could see the bulge in your stomach - you shivered, knowing you were full of cum, his cum - just touching your stomach, pressing it lightly, almost caused a new orgasm. 

you felt his hands gently pulling yours away from your stomach, “keep it inside, pretty girl, i’ll clean you up after you’ve slept.

you nodded, feeling him shift you around gently. he pulled the duvet close and wrapped himself around you. you slept easily, warm and stuffed full.

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- Fam out

Sophia Laforteza X Reader 

Synopsis - Sophia loves when you're caring, serious, she LOOOVES ;)

Genre – Fluff, a little suggestive at the end? 

a/n - Was I so excited to write this, for some reason??? I think I also kind of like domestic things, so...  

I think it has a little bit of Yn!Oc in that, I mean, Yn is a little bit based on me and my personality <3

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The theater was full, people quickly finding their seats, all excited by the movie. Yoonchae was happy to have someone she could share this experience with. The younger girl knew that as soon as she talked to Sophia she would agree to watch the movie instantly, but when Yn agreed to watch the movie with them, Yoonchae was more surprised than ever.   

You've been dating Sophia for six months, Yoonchae has always liked you, despite having similar personalities, you two were very different, Yoonchae thinks the age difference does that. The younger girl knew that you had a somewhat peculiar taste for a 21-year-old girl.   

Yoonchae liked to describe her personality as the "personality of a divorced father", she always said that Sophia's girlfriend liked rock, preferably older bands, wore band shirts, played guitar, loved horror and action movies, and had a vintage car (old) that seemed strangely comfortable to Yoonchae. She would say that you were quiet, a born observer. Yoonchae liked that, she found your personality cozy, even though other people found you scary.   

Yoonchae thought Sophia was happy in her relationship, and boy, could she not be more right. Sophia loved every detail of Yn, she loved you was always attentive, as you always did everything to make everyone comfortable. Sophia noticed every single thing, how you always grabbed the highest things from the shelves when the Kats couldn't reach, and how you always pretended not to care about the "thank you" from the girls, responding only with a brief "Hm".   

Sophia always noticed how you always left a bottle of water nearby at rehearsals you went to attend, or how you always applied the sidewalk rule when you went out for a walk, or how you always made sure Sophia had gotten home before starting the car and going home. Sophia has always noticed everything.  

But sure, her favorite interactions were with Yoonchae, Sophia loves it when you do something for the younger girl, something about it warms your heart. So when you said yes when Yoonchae invited you to watch "inside out 2" your girlfriend was automatically jumping up and smiling silly.  

Everything was cozy, the trip to the cinema in her vintage car – cof cof old cof cof – the smell of popcorn and even the feeling that the choice of seats was perfect, everything seemed extremely domestic to Sophia.  

When the movie started you were super entertained, all the colors and captivating animations held your attention. As the movie played, you noticed that Yoonchae's drink had run out. Looking at the Filipino girl's cup and seeing a good amount of liquid, you decided to get a little more just for the younger girl.   

"Hey, I'll be right back." You say, leaning in and giving Sophia a kiss on the head, leaving before she could say anything.  

After buying the drink and some candy that you think the girls would like, you went back to your seat, trying to be discreet and not get in the way of people.  

"Where have you gone?" Sophia asks as soon as you sit in the armchair.   

"Buy some things."   

You put the drink in Yoonchae's cup holder and hand her one of the candies you bought, knowing that it was her favorite.   

"I bought this for you, you like those, right?" You ask, looking at Sophia, who now had heart eyes.   

"Yes baby, thank you." The Filipino girl says before grabbing the back of your neck and giving you a kiss.   

"Of course, I'm here for that." You say, focusing on the film again, not before intertwining your hand with Sophia's. 

In the car, once again, Sophia felt that feeling, the cozy and domestic environment that she quickly learned to love. Yoonchae and you debated about the movie (More like Yoonchae talking and you agreeing and making comments here and there) while Sophia listened to everything in the passenger seat, scratching your head as you drove to the restaurant.   

When you arrive at the restaurant you unconsciously pull the chair to Yoonchae, doing the same to Sophia and then taking the seat next to your girlfriend. The food came, and you ate it amidst silly conversations and jokes. One of the jokes making Yoonchae laugh and unintentionally hitting the glass of water next to her.   

"Watch your clothes, Yoonchae." Sophia said as she picked up the glass that fell.   

"Oh my god, I'm sorry." The younger girl says as she gets up from her chair so that the water doesn't get on her clothes.   

"It's okay Yoonchae, it was just water. And the glass didn't break, I'm just going to ask the waiter to clean it, you can sit in my seat while I call the waiter, okay?"

Very interested in calling the waiter to clean up the mess on the table, you unfortunately missed the look that Sophia was giving you, but if someone who was around saw it, that person could tell that it was like a jaguar ready to attack her prey. 

You threw yourself on the bed next to Sophia with a sigh, the day had been fun and you were ready to rest. After leaving Yoonchae at home with the Kats, Sophia insisted that she would sleep at your house, you didn't question it, after all she could stay the night whenever she wanted, no matter how different something seemed.   

"Tired?"  

"A little, but nothing out of the ordinary. Did you have fun?" you asked, crossing your hands under your head and looking at the black-haired girl.  

"Yes, it was the best day," she said. "But it's about to get better." 

Sophia mounted on your waist with a smile on her face, legs on either side of your body, taking you completely by surprise.   

"With you everything always gets better." 

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[feitanii-ll]

ᰔᩚ 𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟, 𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 ᰔᩚ

husband! katsuki x afab!reader

(implied advances/pursuing (not from katsuki), cursing, hella fluff, little ooc kats.)

★ — in which,, katsuki finds someone trying to pursue his wife in a grocery store.

katsuki has a lot of pride.

how could he not? being one of the top heros in Japan, bursting through the ranks at unimaginable speeds, accomplishing things that no one else in the world can even comprehend. he's got a house (a few of them), nice cars, neat clothes, ect— overall, an exceptional lifestyle. something that he deserves to be prideful about. things to be proud of. and though he appreciates it; the fame, the wealth, the prestige— nothing, and I mean nothing, trumps the pride he has for you. his wife.

it's all he feels in the moment, staring at you from across the isle of the grocery store, unbeknownst to you. his sweet little wife, going off on a stranger, an absolute weirdo, for not leaving you alone, he believes. for not accepting your rejection, maybe? he can only assume. hell, who cares anymore?

he had driven you both to the grocery store, wanting to do some quick shopping for the upcoming weekend. but your man was just so so tired from working all week, you insisted on going in alone so that he could relax, promising you'd just be a minute.

he took it upon himself to go looking inside the store for you when 45 minutes pass, leading him to now.

katsuki is grinning, almost maniacally as he watches you, arms crossed over his pride-swollen chest. the conversation is something along the lines of,

'I said no, didn't I? back the fuck up.' with your brows furrowed cutely, a disgusted sneer on your face.

when the loser persists, you get loud, almost wanting to make a scene. you cut him off with a, "nuh uh! I'm tryna' be nice, but you're pissing me off, now, sir"

katsuki's still watching, wanting to see how things plays out. he won't let the man get too close. won't let anything escalate further. he just wants to see you handle yourself, like he knows you can. you're his girl, after all.

and when the man doesn't let up, you take to slipping your phone out of your pocket, taking your eyes off the man for only a second to speed dial katsuki. he sees it all, watching as you press the phone to your ear, ready to summon him. he grins wider, biting back a smile when he feels his phone vibrate in his front, right pocket. you're still cursing the stranger out, now embarrassing him in front of the other shoppers as you wait for your husband to answer the phone.

"—don't know what you thought this was. my husband don't play that. he's crazy." you scoff, thoroughly pissed.

and that's the icing on the cake. it's what has him cackling, celebrating, almost to himself. he basically doubles over as his giggles hit him hard. he wasn't expecting those words to come out of your mouth, but God, were they music to his ears.

'thas' my fuckin' girl.' he sighs internally.

you did everything right.

he thinks it's about time he interferes. slipping a cllaosued hand into his front pocket, katsuki pulls out his vibrating phone, declining the call as he approaches you.

the confusion you feel when your husband doesn't answer is temporary. your expression goes from frustrated to surprised when his voice rings out just above you, swimming pleasantly through your ears.

"kats—" you look up, surprised as you meet his gaze, a wave of relief washing over you.

"don't worry, babe," he's still grinning, but the look he gives the man is one of familiarity. you might have to be the one to deescalate the problem now,

"your husband's riiiight here."

your once frustrated features shift at the sound of his voice. his form was so big and imposing behind you, and you knew you were safe.

"baby, I was just gonna grab one more thing for you before paying for the groceries—"

God, he thinks, you were shopping for him.

"don't worry 'bout it, ma." his voice is gruff as it sounds in your ears, rough in a way that it makes you almost plaint. and it's around this time that the stranger realizes just who he's talking to, not expecting dynamite to be in his vicinity.

"you did good. c'mon." he praises as he grabs your hand, leading you to the register and taking the basket from your hands, gingerly.

by the time you get back into your shared vehicle, katsuki is still smiling— like he's on the verge of laughing. it makes you smile, too, albeit, extremely confused.

you slip on your seat belt when you feel the car roar to life, rumbling softly in the background. when you look back uo, you're sighing, flopping back against the seat, exhausted. when you look to your man, he's still grinning. it makes you smile, albeit extremely confused.

"what??" you ask through a giggle, almost desperately, needing to know just what the hell was so damn funny.

he stays silent, simply smiling, and you emphasize again,

"whaat?"

"nothin!" he laughs, palms lifting off the wheel and by his ears in mock surrender, "can't fucking look at ya?"

"you're being weird, kat!" you swat his shoulder playfully, "what arenyou looking at me like that?"

"nothin', baby, nothin'." he's giddy, which is so so odd to you.

"is this about what happened just now." you lift your brows expectantly.

he pauses, and then speaks,

"just... 'm proud of my girl, is all." he shrugs, making a smug face. "told that man off, yeah? told him that your husband is crazy about you? makes me all...I dunno." he trails off, and you laugh.

"what else were you expecting?" you scoff out a laugh, shaking your head. "he was hitting on me, and—"

"baby, you don't gotta explain it to me. just.. know that I'm proud of you." he smiles, and it's so genuine. so pretty. so rare from your husband. your heart races at the praise.

"okay." you whisper, smiling shyly.

"okay." he confirms, looking down at you, still grinning.

he's definitely proud of himself. but not more than he is of you.

[kate20martin]

‎₊˚ 𓂃˖ kate martin headcannons 𝜗𝜚 ｡˚

summary — kate martin headcannons… yippee yippee yippee!! :P

warnings — nsfw headcannons ahead! mentions of oral, strap on, making out, basically just smut the second half.

authors note — cause i love kate martin! this is just for funsies. i should have another kate martin x reader out soon. enjoy!! <3

word count — 2794.

sfw

headcanon one — sharing things is definitely her love language! if she can’t find something of hers… she’s borrowing it from you.

you guys had been getting ready to go out for a nice dinner with kate’s family. you had picked out a nice dress and kate had stuck with a button-up and a pair of black jeans. you were in the bathroom of your guys' shared apartment, leaning against the counter as you applied your lip gloss in front of the mirror. kate came around the corner and peeked her head in, a small smile on her face. “hey, have you seen my chapstick anywhere?” she muttered as she let out a small breath before stepping into the bathroom.

kate always had a habit of losing things. you rolled your eyes slightly before smiling and digging into one of your essential bags with all of your lipsticks, chapsticks, and lip glosses in it. “no, i haven’t. just use mine.” you spoke softly as you turned towards her and held out the small stick. her smile brightened as she took it from your hands before popping the cap off and applying it to her lips. you watched her with such love through the mirror — your smile never fading.

she rubbed her lips together before putting the cap back on to the chapstick and placing it in the bag you had taken it out of. you turned towards her with a small laugh as she leaned forward and placed a small kiss on your lips which you returned. “perfect,” she muttered before disappearing somewhere in the apartment. you rolled your eyes before leaning closer to the mirror and reapplying your lip gloss. again.

headcanon two — she likes to send you little facebook mom selfies whenever she travels for away games. and you find them so cute. (you sometimes post them on your private story on snapchat just to embarrass her.)

you were sitting in one of the chairs in the main library, headphones on your head as you typed away at your computer. studies had been kicking your ass. you let out a small sigh as you deleted, typed again, and then redeleted everything. you mumbled something to yourself before your phone buzzed beside you. a small smile formed on your lips as you knew exactly who it was. kate. they were traveling to connecticut for the final four tournament and you couldn’t make it. but you wished you could’ve. you glanced down at your lock screen as it was a picture of you and kate before reading the notification.

kate <3 1 attachment. your smile grew wider — if that was even possible. you clicked on it and typed in your password quickly. and when the screen refreshed, there she was. the usual picture. she was sitting in her hotel bed back against the headboard, a smile on her face and the angle was horrible. you always had a habit of teasing her when it came to these things. she always took the cutest pictures but you couldn’t help but laugh. it had been a tradition for kate to send you a selfie while she was traveling.

imessage

today 6:45pm

you

kate, baby…PLEASE choose a different angle. you look silly. 😭

read 6:49pm

kate <3

just say you hate me.

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headcanon three – some people say she’s the big spoon but i’m gonna have to disagree… the girl is DEFINITELY the little spoon and there is no doubt in my mind.

you had just done your skincare routine and the digital alarm clock on your guys’ nightstand read 10:05pm. you had classes in the morning which meant you got up around 6:15am. you were laying with your back facing the door, your hair splayed out on the pillow underneath you. your chest began to rise and fall as you fell into a deep sleep, and you were sleeping peacefully. that was until you stirred and woke up to kate with her arms wrapped around your waist and her head resting on your side. her body was scrunched up slightly, her breathing soft as her eyelashes fluttered. she was just too cute.

headcanon four – kate always came home after basketball and took a shower just to get dressed and cook for you… she absolutely loves cooking for you. you worked ten-hour shifts whenever you didn’t have classes and she’d always make sure to pre-pack your lunch for you the night before. :,)

you let out a small breath as you stepped into the familiar atmosphere of your shared apartment with kate. you kicked off your tennis shoes and unclipped your badge from your scrubs before sitting it in the bowl on foyer table. you held your now empty lunch bag in your right hand as you had a fountain drink in your left. a small smile reached your face as the smell of food had finally hit you. and it was the best thing you could ever come home to. “hey, i’m home.” you breathed out as you took a small drip from your drink and sat it on the kitchen table. your footsteps were quiet as you approached kate who was standing in front of the stove as she finished cooking some pasta. your favorite. your arms wrapped around her waist as you pressed your cheek against her back. kate was wearing just a white t-shirt with her grey sweatpants and socks, her messy blonde hair loosely framing her face.

“hey, how was work?” she asked softly as she turned to face you her hands immediately finding your hips, her thumbs rubbing at the fabric of your scrubs. your arms dropped from her waist as you smiled up at her, letting out a small sigh. “some kid almost rocked my shit earlier as i was trying to give him his shot.” you spoke through a few laughs and you could see kate’s expression fill with amusement, a grin on her face. a small laugh escaped her lips as she let go of your hips and ruffled your hair. you scooted to the side to get a better view of the stove, a small gasp leaving your lips. “you’re making,” before you could speak, kate spoke up for you.

“pasta, your favorite.” she murmured as she kissed your temple, her lips lingering before she reached up to grab some seasoning from the cabinet. “you know me so well,” you spoke softly. and the two of you had the best night. it was great to come home to her after work.

headcanon five — she absolutely LOVES taking pictures of you for your instagram or when you guys are our at dates. she thinks you look amazing in anything you wear. she truly is whipped…

“here, i like this one.” “post this one!” “i’m gonna post this on my story.”

headcanon six — she yaps about you so much that her teammates have to tell her to shut up…. but on the down low, they actually think it’s super cute. and she lights up whenever you text her or call her. the simplest things matter to her.

kate had just got drafted to the aces and she had to fly out for training camp. it was night three and she was staying in this hotel. but she thought she’d talk to jada and gabbie for awhile so… she joined them on tik tok live. the camera took time but when kate appeared on the screen, jada and gabbie immediately smiled. “kate,” jada breathed out, a small pout on her face and gabbie was leaned against her shoulder. the first thing they noticed was that kate was smiling like a complete idiot.

“why are you smiling so big?” gabbie spoke with a small laugh and kate was shifting around and folding her clean clothes, her phone propped up on the nearest thing. it took a second but kate spoke, a small laugh passing her lips. “you know why i’m smiling so big.” and at the girls sentence the girls on the screen had laughed. they knew exactly why kate had been so smiley and the reason happened to be you. it always was. “what’d she do this time?” jada spoke through a smile as she took another drink from the cold can in her hand.

kate finished chewing a piece of food as she grabbed the phone and stood up from her bed. “she sent me flowers.” kate spoke softly, a small noise of excitement leaving her mouth. it took her a second but she ended up flipping the camera and revealed a nice bouquet of flowers. the flowers ranged from yellow to white to pink. they were so pretty. jada and gabbie shared a glance, jadas bottom lip poked out before she glanced back at the screen. “you guys are so cute, it’s actually sickening.”

bonus sfw headcanon — as much as she hates to admit it… she loves doing tik tok trends with you. especially the one trend with sabrina’s song. she hoisted you up onto her shoulder with no problem and would just smile at the camera like a dork. she’d do anything for you. a woman who’s jacked and kind. ;)

nsfw

headcanon one – kate absolutely LOVES when you ride her. whether or not its a strap or her thigh… she LOVES having you on top of her.

you let out a loud moan, the silicone of the strap sliding in and out of you. your hips were moving according to kate, her fingertips digging into your skin. kate’s lips were parted as she glanced up at you, her eyes fixed on your face as it contorted into pleasure. “god,” she breathed out as her eyes stayed fixated on you. you were moaning. and loudly. kate was good at getting you off whether or not it was because of a toy, her fingers, her mouth, or her thigh. and tonight was one of those nights. she didn’t know what it was but something about you on top of her, the way your hips moved and the way your face was morphed into pleasure. it turned her on majorily. “kate,” you moaned out, your hands resting on her chest as your thighs trembled. you were definitely overstimulated, kate had gotten you off twice. kate’s eyes glanced down between your legs, watching how easily the strap slid in and out of you.

“shh,” she murmured softly as she paused your movements before completely thrusting up into you, hitting every sensitive part of you. you let out a choked gasp followed by a loud moan as you leaned forward, your face buried in her neck. your whimpers and moans were muffled against her neck and you could faintly hear her moaning as she continued to thrust into you. “kate, fuck,” you moaned out again, your stomach clenching slightly. kate’s hands continued to rest on your hips, her lips parted. she knew you were close. “just let go, i’ve got you.” she whispered into your ear, her lips lingering on the side of your slightly sweaty head. she could get off just by pleasing you.

headcanon two – girls definitely a switch. tops need a little love too sometimes, right? her favorite thing ever is when you’d finger her… something inside of her just went crazy. she absolutely loved it.

kate let out a small whimper as she felt your middle and ring finger slip inside of her, how they curved and seemed to hit every spot just the way she wanted them too. she was sitting against the headboard of your guys’ bed, legs spread and knees bent, her hair was damp and her lips were parted. you were sitting next to her, your fingers slipping in and out of her with ease, her wetness coating your fingers in the process. your lips were attached to her neck, leaving soft kisses as if trying to sooth her. “right there,” she moaned out as soon as your fingers had curved inside of her the right way. god she was so whipped.

headcanon three – nudes girl, nudes girl, nudes girl! it’s a bit weird to think about but kate LOVES receiving nudes from you whether it be just of your boobs or a full body pic, shes saving them and putting them away in her hidden album on her phone… and they might work wonders for when shes at an away game.

away games. as much as kate loved basketball, she hated being away from you. kate was attached to your hip as she loved quality time. she had just showered and was getting ready for bed as she had team breakfast in the morning. she was rooming with sydney this trip who seemed to have already been asleep. kate was wearing a hawkeyes t-shirt and some shorts, her hair damp as she sunk down onto the bed. she was texting her mom about something when a notification from you. every notification from you still made her heart skip a beat. even if it was from snapchat, tik tok, she just wanted to hear from you. especially from so far away. so, without hesitating, kate clicked on the notification and chewed on her bottom lip. and lets just say – when she saw the picture – it was immediately saved and placed into her hidden folder. it was also sent with a little message that said “miss you, good luck at your game tomorrow <3” she is completely and utterly whipped for you.

headcanon four – quickies, quickies and more quickies! when kate is in the mood, she’s in the mood and she absolutely needs to fix it. and fast. and you can always tell when kate’s in the mood. you’ve gotten used to it.

you and kate were preparing for a movie night with jada, gabbie and caitlin. you had made multiples bowls of popcorn, had blankets set out, had the movie set to go. and you were standing in the kitchen of your apartment when you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist, and two hands rubbing at the soft skin of your sides. you rolled your eyes as you dumped a bag of candy into your teal bowl as kate’s lips attached themselves to your neck. and you knew exactly what she wanted. she let out a soft breath before resting her chin on your shoulder. “when will they get here again?” kate spoke, her voice soft but holding a hint of desperation. you let out a small laugh before pouring the last bag of candy into another bowl. “fifteen minutes,” you muttered as you snuck a piece of candy out and popped it in your mouth. and a smirk immediately reached her lips. and all she needed was fifteen minutes and a hair tie.

headcanon five — kate was usually soft with you and only ever got rough with you when you wanted it. but whenever she had bad practice or game days…. she is not stopping on you. (unless you say the safe word which would be something cute like “yellow” or “coconut”

she definitely had you bent over the bed, and she’s definitely using the strap. her hand was tangled in your hair, pulling and tugging at your hair every second she could kid. and all she could hear was the sound of your moans and how you would call out her name and that just fueled her more. and after she’s done, she’d run you a nice bath and take care of you.

headcanon six — two words : reverse cowgirl. kate’s favorite position and i see her as an ass girl definitely. so if she’s using the strap, she definitely has you in reverse cowgirl. save a horse, ride a cowboy.

kate was leaned back slightly against the headboard, her lips parted in a moan. it had been a long night and it was safe to say the both of you needed some sort of stress reliever. your hands rested on her thighs, just above her knees. your moans filled the air, your hair splayed on your bare back. kate’s hands drifted down to your ass, resting there as she helped you shift up and down onto the silicone toy. “fuck,” you whimpered out as you felt one of kate’s hands tangle into your hair, twisting it slightly before tugging on it.

her eyes were totally fixated on your ass and she could slightly see how your thighs were trembling as your back faced her. “you like that?” she breathed out and you did nothing but moan and whimper as you worked on top of her. and she loved it.

bonus nsfw headcanon — she likes to tie your hair up into a ponytail or she even braids it for you so she can have something to pull.