#my writing ✎

[shibuyablonde]

Brats of Our Own ft. katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: Katsuki Bakugo thought he'd seen it all: his former classmates settling down and starting families, one by one. But as you sit at Mina and Kirishima’s house, holding his friend's newborn daughter, the idea of fatherhood starts creeping into his mind.

Katsuki Bakugo had seen baby fever before, way too many times for his liking. It was like some kind of infectious disease spreading through his former classmates, one after another.

First, it had been Iida, of all people, who married Hatsume and ended up with a kid. Bakugo still didn’t understand how that pairing worked, but whatever.

Then, Todoroki got married to some woman he met through his family, and before anyone knew it, he had a kid too. Ochaco and Deku were engaged, and rumors were swirling about a baby on the way.

And now, Mina and Kirishima? What the hell?

He wasn't against the idea of having kids. It just wasn’t in the damn plans. Not right now. He was twenty-seven, still in the prime of his career, steadily climbing to that No. 1 spot. You were right there with him at No. 7, proving yourself in the hero world.

The two of you had only been married a year, and things were perfect, so why did it feel like the universe was pushing this whole baby thing in his face?

That’s what led to tonight, sitting in Mina and Kirishima’s house with the rest of his old classmates, watching everyone lose their minds over a tiny, screaming infant.

Mina was halfway through an exaggerated rant about the horrors of motherhood, shoveling sushi into her mouth between sentences.

"I'm telling you, guys, it's insane! She doesn’t sleep, I don’t sleep, and Kiri definitely doesn’t sleep! And the diapers, oh my god, the diapers!"

Mina groaned dramatically, shoving another roll into her mouth. "I swear, I haven't smelled a single fresh thing in this house since she was born."

Kirishima, sitting beside her, looked rough. His red hair was messy, there was some faint stubble on his chin, and the bags under his eyes were dark. But despite all of that, there was a tired smile on his face as he looked down at his baby daughter in your arms.

And you.

You were holding the tiny, red-haired baby like she was a ticking bomb, your whole body tense, as if one wrong move would set her off. Ochaco and Yaoyorozu were sitting beside you, cooing at the baby, completely unfazed.

"She’s soo cute," Yaoyorozu said softly, gently brushing the baby’s little tuft of red hair.

"Adorable," Ochaco added.

Meanwhile, Bakugo could see the panic behind your eyes. You weren’t used to holding babies, and honestly, neither was he. But something about the sight of you, awkwardly cradling that tiny thing, made his mind wander in a way it never had before.

What if that was his kid?

Your kid?

A tiny little brat with your smile and his eyes, or maybe his attitude and your stubbornness? What would it be like to come home to that?

He shook the thought out of his head and turned his attention back to Kirishima, who was still sitting next to him, looking exhausted but happy. Sero, Kaminari, Todoroki, Deku, and Iida were all lounging nearby, part of the conversation, but more focused on watching their friend’s suffering with mild amusement.

"So, how is it really?" Bakugo finally asked, crossing his arms. "Besides the lack of sleep and the shit diapers."

Kirishima let out a breathy chuckle. "Dude, it’s wild. Like, I thought being a hero was hard, but this?" He gestured toward his daughter. "This is a whole other level of insane."

"But it’s worth it," Deku added with a soft smile. "Even though Iida has been running on fumes since his baby was born, I’ve never seen him happier."

Iida, who was bouncing his own infant son on his knee, nodded solemnly. "It is an adjustment, yes, but it’s... fulfilling. You go home, and there’s this tiny person who looks at you like you’re the most important thing in the world. It puts everything into perspective."

"You’re saying all that now, but I know Mei’s been running you ragged," Kaminari snickered.

Iida pushed up his glasses with a sigh. "Yes, well… Mei is very enthusiastic about her work. It has been a challenge balancing everything."

Todoroki, quiet as ever, spoke up next. "My kid’s pretty chill. But, uh… I don’t think I was prepared for how much they eat."

"Right?! These little things are like bottomless pits!" Kirishima groaned.

"At least yours doesn’t try to take apart everything in sight," Iida muttered, eyeing his son suspiciously.

Bakugo just listened, taking it all in. All of these guys, his friends, his rivals, were in a place he never thought he’d even consider.

And yet…

He glanced at you again.

That tiny baby was still resting in your arms, and though you still looked a little unsure, there was a softness in your expression now, a curiosity. You looked down at the baby, then up at Mina, then at him.

Something inside his chest tightened.

The car ride home was quiet at first, the streetlights casting a soft glow over your face as you leaned back in your seat, staring out the window.

Bakugo had one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift, his mind still running in circles over everything he’d seen and heard tonight.

Finally, he broke the silence.

"You ever think about it?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

You blinked and turned to him. "Think about what?"

He hesitated for a second, then sighed. "Kids."

You didn’t answer right away, and for a split second, he felt like an idiot for even bringing it up. But then you hummed thoughtfully.

"I mean… yeah," you admitted. "Not right now, but someday."

Bakugo’s grip on the wheel tightened slightly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You turned back to the window. "I guess… tonight made me think about it a little more. It’s kinda crazy, though. I never pictured you being the type to get baby fever."

"Tch, I don’t have baby fever," he scoffed, though his ears burned at the accusation.

You smirked. "Uh-huh. Sure."

Bakugo rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the small smirk that tugged at his lips. He didn’t know when or how it had happened, but for the first time, the idea of having a kid, didn’t seem so insane.

Someday.

He reached over, taking your hand in his.

"Guess we’ll see, huh?"

You give him a small smile. "We'll see."

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[junicult]

!! the bachelors after their first kiss with you

contains ; fluff! gn!(but written with fem in mind)farmer for most. implied male in alex’s. non canon setting (for most). unestablished relationships—pre dating. alcohol usage. smoking (cigarettess).

note ; i had a nice time in my imagination with this one

harvey.

he stares at you, stunned at how easily you were able to do the thing he’s been thinking about for weeks. how soft your lips felt, how comforting your hand on his chest was, and how genuinely intoxicated just one simple kiss from you was already making him feel.

he clears his throat, and almost like you just sucked every word out of him, all he could muster up was a mumbled, “thank you.” he thanked you. for kissing him.

you purse your lips, trying your darnedest not to laugh watching his face just drop, realizing the first thing he said to you after you kissed him for the first time was a thank you.

“oh no, it was my pleasure.” you tease, allowing a small giggle to slip. he sighs like his blood has run cold, too embarrassed to even respond. luckily for him, you’re just too perfect, and you cool his sting by leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. you pull back with a smile, hand cupped over the opposing one, “goodnight harvey. i’ll see you tomorrow. you can thank me for that one, then.”

sam.

he acted almost as quick as you did, the moment he saw your eyes fixate on his lips and lean in, he wasted no time to fill in the gap between you two.

“you kissed me.” he says, face washed in amusement and adrenaline. he remains a solid grip where his hands rest on your lower waist, clear he has no intent on letting you go anytime soon.

“i might’ve.” you murmur, flickering your gaze to and from his. if he didn’t know any better, he’d think—

“are you all shy now? did i make you nervous?” he angles his head to chase your nervously wandering eyes, mischievous grin and tease in his tone. his hand consciously cups the side of your neck, thumb pressing into your jaw to gently force your chin up and maintain eye contact.

you huff, shaking your head. “well, a little! we just kissed!” you try not to sound too whiny—though, the way his grin spreads almost makes you forget that plan.

“aha! i made you nervous! am i so handsome? am i such a good kisser?” he muses, snickering in triumph.

“sam,” you test, narrowing your eyes through your eyelashes.

“what? you dunno know the answer? wanna kiss again to find out?”

shane.

he didn’t actually think you’d lean in, much less keep it going for so long that he’d have to push against you a moment later to give him a second to breathe.

but you shake your head, misinterpreting it all so quickly. “i’m sorry—i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have kissed you, i don’t know why i did that, i’m sorry—“

“whoa, i wasn’t pushin’ you away,” he immediately rouses, “i’m not mad that you kissed me.” and he snickers lowly, “more like pounced on me.”

“you’re not?” you hum breathlessly, straightening your pants and tucking pieces of your hair back. now your chest bubbles with a new kind of embarrassment. you nibble on your lower lip, attempting to ease your breaths. “i—i dunno why i did that. i don’t usually drink…much less makeout with people while i do.”

you slouch back down on the old, creaky dock next to him. he snorts, tilting his head, “‘m just too irresistible, huh?”

you shoot him a glower. “yeah,” you say like it’s sarcastic, but really, you’re well aware you aren’t drunk enough to start behaving irrationally. “i just didn’t mean to do that.”

“i don’t mind that you kissed me.” he shrugs.

you watch as he takes a swig from his beer can. his eyes focus on the overall still lake in front of you both. “you don’t?”

he almost wants to tease you for all your disbeliefs. he chooses to scoff out a laugh instead, shaking his head. “mm-mm.”

you turn to face the water, gently swinging your dangling legs over the edge. “hm,” you hum back, “maybe we should talk about that when we’re both sober.”

sebastian.

he’s borderline shocked at how easy it was for him to kiss you back—no hesitation after your fingers brushed the back of his hair to pull him in. he’s almost loopy, too, and he’s never been the type to swoon so hard from these kinds of affections. but he’s also learned a lot has changed since he first met you.

“you taste like cigarettes.” you murmur as you step back, licking your lower lip as if to repeat the taste. you turn towards the city lights, and for the first time he’s finding it nearly impossible to follow your gaze.

“i’m sorry,” he truthfully says, absentmindedly stepping down on the previously tossed cigarette butt at his shoe. “i’ve been trying to stop.”

“tastes like you, too. mixed in, i guess.” you note with a smile, “it’s not terrible though. but good, you should try and quit.”

he honestly doesn’t know how to take that—in his mind, he can’t imagine that tastes good, much less the combination any glorious. yet you turn to him again, stuffed hands unfolding from your pockets to reach across for his.

all you had to do was to give him a tiny tug, sliding your hands up his shoulders before he repositioned his own back to where they previously sat on your waist.

“let me bask it in while i can, though.”

alex.

you’ve almost never seen him with this soft, content look on his face. you’re half expecting him to burst into laughter, try to justify his actions with a teasing lilt and offer to pretend like it never happened.

but no. all he does is look at you, watching the way your eyes shift between each of his, evaluating. like he’s waiting for one of you to break.

you take the bait. “why’d you do that?” you murmur, quiet enough the wind almost picks it up.

he shrugs. “i dunno. it felt right.” he hums, and despite his uncertain words, he says it with sincerity. “was that the wrong choice?”

you think for a moment. for you, you surely thought about it for weeks. but the timing certainly didn’t feel appropriate. vulnerability changes a man like him most of all, and the last thing you’d want to do was take advantage of that. you absentmindedly swirl the grains of sand under your fingertips.

“no, i don’t think so.” you respond easily.

he nods. you’ve never seen him this quiet, but despite that, you’ve got an idea of what’s exactly going through his mind. when he turns away, you’re certain.

“you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“of course not.”

elliott.

he had almost forgotten why he invited you over—just for inspiration on the last couple chapters of his novel, or did he honestly plan for it to go like this?

“so…what happens after they…kiss?” you coyly murmur, still held in his embrace so close you can smell the drop of pomegranate on his lips.

“well, i haven’t written that far just yet,” he pauses to take a breath, “i was hoping they’d finally confess their love.”

he’s so handsome this close, your head still reels and lips feel fuzzy as you struggle to bring back in your even breaths.

you nod, slow and computing. “yeah—no, that sounds good.”

your plump lips hold him in a trance, as do his, making it so hard to concentrate on his words all the while you feel you’re too fixated on them.

“so you believe they love each other? that they should finally tell the other?”

the kiss rendered you thoughtless—what can you expect from a romantic like him? however, the metaphor is not lost on you. and had he let you go at this point, it wouldn’t have been so easy for you to eagerly nod, “absolutely. two people in love should tell each other they’re in love.”

[fawnsflowerbed]

UMMMM NSFW MDNI OBVI!!! PRETTY PLEASE!! RAMBLING ABOUT A POST I FOUND ON X!!!!

ugh… it is EXACTLY how I picture Damnation - RE6 - Vendetta - Death Island Leon would be with you after a long trip. Like he gets back from an awful mission.

OKAY THIS IS STRAIGHT UP A TWITTER CLIP SO TAKE CAUTION BUT!!!! THINK OF IT!!!!

Man’s been lusting, starving, thirsting for his baby. You’ve been all he can think of. Every second, every minute and every hour has been spent wishing he was back between your thighs with your hips grinding against his face. He missed you so damn much. He can’t help but be slow and greedy about it, sure some of the pleasure’s for you but it’s mostly for him. Don’t get him wrong, Leon loves you. He’d give you all the stars in the sky if only he had enough spare time to count them, pluck them from the air with rough fingertips. But a man’s gotta eat after being away from his favourite meal for too long.

I think it’s especially older him cause of the pacing. This isn’t some pussy drunk rookie sucking on anything he could get his pouty mouth around, no this was deeper. This was stubble and sweat, whiskey lingering on his lips as he licks over them. This was calloused hands without callous soul looking for the one thing that could bring him solace. Pussy. Yours, specifically. Aren’t you lucky?

Your hands raking through the dark strands of his hair are what really get him though, he’s not even showered yet. He’s fucked up, bruised and battered, fresh scars littering the Band-Aid battlefield you’d newly set up on his bicep after the last time he got nicked. But he just couldn’t care less. As soon as he got through the door he was dropping his bags, placing a gentle hand around the smooth span of your throat and kissing you. The briefest signal of dominance, of love and affection and trust. Just holding your neck as he carefully drags you backwards into the bedroom, and that was enough for you to know. No words had to be spoken, not yet. And the only ones that dared leave either of your lips? Nothing but whispered comments of bliss. “Fuck, forgot how fast you fall apart on my tongue..”

Your head’s still spinning by the time he’s got your underwear tugged down and your legs tossed over his shoulders. Whimpered breaths shuddering from your lungs in timid gasps, with weak hands keeping him so strong through it all. Leon can feel the way you somehow manage to get wetter at the sight of his return. It’s flattering, really. Then again, so is the way your cunt twitches at even the idea of his cock. It has him chuckling at how impatient you get, even your body’s gotten pouty for dick. “Be patient with me baby, m’ not as young as I used to be.”

You didn’t have any time to ask him about work, or what hurt him this time. That was for another occasion, for long hot baths and replacing old bandages, forehead kisses and making dinner. That was to interrupt your domesticity later, to break the normality of a different scenario.

But here? Here he gets to forget he’s some stupid fucking agent. He gets to forget he’s anyone, all he knows is he’s yours. He’s back home, back with his darlin’, and back with said darlin’s perfect cunt spread wide on his tongue for him to lave on for the next few hours. What more could a man want?

[aeonstale]

SUNDAY — REACHING A NEW TOMORROW

┆彡 summary. sunday being a boyfailure ┆彡 cw. not proof read ﾉ spoilers for sunday possible story quest ﾉ slight gore ﾉ trying to get a grasp on sunday's personality ﾉ sunday is just a big loser who's in love lmao. 600+ words .

Formally known as the Oak Family’s head, Sunday was a many man. A brother, though he had failed at it multiple times yet always tries to do his sister right. A man with high responsibilities, in which he lets them deteriorate his health with each paper added to the already growing pile. 

But what Sunday wasn’t—a free man. 

Tied down by his title, worshiping a dead god, and seemingly never getting rid of his exhaustion. Stuck in a loop of work, work, work and the occasional rest. Sunday never had much, but he had his sister. And he had you.

Sweet wonderful you, Sunday swears he has never felt the need to abandon all, just for you. To hell with his work, your endless stories were far more interesting, far more alive. Sunday knows indulging in desires will only result in issues further down the line, but could anyone blame the man? Could anyone look at your beauty and ignore it? 

Sunday knew himself as a restrained and patient man, yet the slight touch of you—the feathery breath of yours caressing his cheeks as you kissed him goodbye on your way to your new adventure. —made him mad with love. Finding it impossible to get back to work without another kiss, then another, then one more, he swears that it was the last yet when you are 20 minutes late to your appointment you guess it was never just ‘one more’. 

Sunday knew you were loyal, he knew you would never harm him, he knew you would stay by his side. Yet sometimes he wishes you aren’t as tied down to him as you are. The disaster that took place the eve of the charmony festival is proof. 

Never would he have confessed, never would he indulge himself in you, never would he have loved you (No, the correct one would be ; never would he have let you love him.). If he had known you would stick to his side, despite his wrongs, despite his crimes, despite him. 

Never would he have murmured those three words in the dead of the night, only the stars as the sole witnesses, your face cradled in his hands. Words of endearment weaving his hearts and yours together. 

Had he known you would’ve stepped between him and your friends, your companions—your found family. Sunday never would have. 

And yet, as you fight those you hold dear—making your choice. Sunday felt pride swelling his chest. An ugly feeling of happiness, all because you chose him. All because you sided with him. 

He swore to give you all. To tear his heart from his ribcage and give it to you. That ugly sense of joy he felt, joined by grief as you were struck down. Maybe it was his fate, the punishment meant for all his deeds. 

A necessary act to reenact order.

And selfish as he was, Sunday wished for more. Prayed for you, and the eternal oasis that awaits you both. 

And on the eighth day, Sunday was no more. 

But on the Astral Express, he was whole. Tedious details on the story of his new coming, Sunday only new he was whole once more as he stood by your side. His outfit is carefully selected by you. 

The hands that were cold just before were now warm as he held your own. Amber eyes taking in your beauty, your smile—oh how he missed it all. 

It’s okay, you reassure. I’ll always stand by your side, you add. 

I know, he affirms. You always do and I'll always stand by yours, he added. 

And as you ramble on of your newest adventure, eyes sparkling as those stars who bear witness to his love. Sunday thinks. 

Perhaps the order he was so obsessed with attaining was beside him all along, that perhaps the one he needed most was already his. 

Sunday maybe will have those answers. But for now, he’s content with you.

@/AEONSTALE — all rights reserved. do not repost, modify or edit my works in any way.

[mercuriians]

connect (with you)

synopsis ☆ kuroo’s walls come down after the game with karasuno.

content info — some hurt/comfort with our beloved nekoma captain because he deserves all the love in the world 🙏 SPOILERS for the dumpster battle movie so beware. reader is mentioned to be kenma’s sister a few times.

author’s note — just wanna say hi to the haikyuu fandom :) hope u enjoy this short drabble i wrote, i’ll probably make it look pretty later. lmk if you wanna see more kuroo x kozume!reader in the future.

your lips are on kuroo’s before the locker room door even has a chance to close. his skin is soft and familiar, his kiss eager yet vulnerable. something compels you to reach up, circling your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, tighter, until you’re sure that his warmth has become your own. the sound of his breathing is the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground as your mouths meet again and again. no words need to be spoken.

after years of being together, and even more years of being friends, you know tetsurou like the back of your hand. as if he’s perpetually been woven into your spirit, etched into your heart since the day he moved into the house next to you and your brother’s.

you know that the cheery grin he shot his teammates, the reverent bow he gave to the crowd, and the meaningful hug he shared with daichi at the end of the match were all borne out of three things—his sworn responsibilities as the captain, his earnest respect for karasuno, and the addictive rush of adrenaline.

the moment he left behind the arena’s blinding lights, though, the high seemed to wear off.

yet an aching feeling stayed with him.

when you pour your heart out on the court and play until your muscles feel like they’re on fire, when you devote hours of your precious time towards practicing—towards smoothening out every crack within your blocks, every blemish within your serves, every falter within your receives—and when you imagine the game countless numbers of times in your head until it feels like a memory, there’s a certain type of pain you feel when it’s all over. it’s a sadness that’s inevitable, and yet one that stings so profoundly and uniquely that it becomes a bittersweet moment you’re bound to remember for the rest of your life.

just one more second, one more chance— you think to yourself in a flurry of desperation. because as foolishly selfish as it sounds, nobody ever truly wants the game to end.

that feeling of wanting to remain frozen in the experience is something you yourself are all too familiar with. volleyball, after all, was what gave birth to the connection you now so deeply share with tetsurou.

you suppose that’s why you’re able to pinpoint the exact moment his shoulders start to shake.

pulling away from the kiss, you feel your heart plummet into your stomach before you can even see the tears trickling down his face. something you’ve come to learn about tetsurou is that he rarely ever cries, so when he does, it only makes the sight that much more impactful. wordlessly, you pull him into you once more.

the way your arms firmly, comfortingly wrap around his tall figure conveys a simple but invaluable message that resonates throughout the empty room— “i’m not letting you go.”

quietly, he sobs. you let him.

you barely notice your nekoma jacket becoming damp with his tears. when his crying slowly starts to recede, you break the silence, voice soft and tender. “you were amazing out there, tetsurou,” you whisper. “and there’s three things i want to thank you for.”

withdrawing by the tiniest sliver, just enough so he can meet your patient gaze, your boyfriend tilts his head slightly in the way he always does. his fingers subconsciously trace patterns across the small of your back. “what are they, baby?” his voice is quiet and a little hoarse. really, it’s a miracle that you manage to block out your own shadows of sadness.

“one,” you whisper, fingers reaching out to gently wipe away his tears, “thank you for being the best captain this team could ever ask for.”

“two,” you continue, leaning in to kiss away the tears that remain, before a small smile pulls at the corners of your lips, “thank you for helping my brother fall in love with volleyball.”

“and three,” you breathe out, your vulnerable gaze meeting his own, lips inching towards his once more, “thank you for being as strong as you’ve been, and for carrying the world’s burden on your shoulders when none of us could.”

when you finish your heartfelt confession, tetsurou’s hazel eyes glaze over with a fresh wave of tears—this time, however, it’s for an entirely different reason.

and this time, he’s the one that kisses you first.

[luvrkay]

Shoto loves when you cockwarm him, he's literally addicted to it.

there's something about the feeling of your warm, wet walls engulfing his entire length that has him moaning into your shoulder blade as he tries to stop himself from fucking up into you.

"cmon sho, you were the one who wanted to do this, dont tell me you can't even last ten minutes" it's the way you tease him that has his dick twitching inside your walls.

"i know baby but you just feel s'good" he sucks lightly on the skin below your ear, smirking against your skin when he hears you moan.

"then fuck me"

shoto groans, debating on staying still and having you cockwarm him or fucking you until the sun starts to rise, hmm decisions...it doesnt take long for him to decide, the latter sounding like a much better option.

shoto lifts your leg, pulling out until nothing but the tip remained inside of you before he's slamming up, fucking into you at a quick pace. your hand grips his forearm, nails scratching into the warm skin on his left side. "fuck sho"

he eventually snakes his arm around you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive nub as cum around his dick. shoto doesnt pull out, instead fucking your slick deeper into you until there's a white ring of cream forming around the base of his cock.

AN: I’m bored so I’m taking requests! Please don’t hesitate to send some in!

Masterlist

[madeleine-line]

Leaving lipstick kisses on their face | GK x Reader

Warnings: short drabble, characters are Sugimoto, Ogata, Usami, GN/ambiguous reader, nothing but pure fluff, maybe a little ooc haven’t written in awhile,,,

Just a little idea I had,,, trying to get back into writing some more so I can FINALLY get to all the overdue requests in my inbox lol. Sorry it’s not much, might come back to this and write for more characters at a later date, but for now I am going to take a nap loll

When Sugimoto feels your lips make contact with his cheek he laughs softly and leans into it a bit. He sighs contently as you pull away, his hand moving to feel over the small stain you’ve left. As he goes to say something you quickly shut him up by pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then another to his nose, and a few more to his cheeks. He laughs a bit harder at your antics, he places his hand over your mouth and gently pushes your face away. “C’mon, stop fooling around, I’m trying to focus here…” he scolds half heartedly. He uses his sleeves to wipe away most of the lipstick stains, it’s not until much later when Asirpa points it out to him that he realizes he missed a few spots…

Ogata lets out a huff of frustration when he feels your chest press against his back and your arms wrap around his shoulders. Despite seeming annoyed he does nothing to weasel out of your grasp, only placing a hand on your forearm. “What is it now? can’t you see I’m busy?” You only giggle as you press your lips to his forehead, making a quiet ‘mwah’ sound. He sighs a bit louder and pulls his face away from you. But it’s no use, you’re relentless as you pepper feather light kisses across his cheeks. He tolerates it for a few seconds before finally breaking away from you, pushing you off him completely. “What’s gotten into you…” he grumbles. Later as he’s reminiscing on the moment he realizes that you left quite a few stains across his face. He’s a little annoyed as he carefully wipes off all the marks, but there’s a small warm feeling in his chest.

Usami smiles wide when you pull him into a hug and quickly wraps his arms around you, clingy as ever. “Oh? Did you miss me?” He smiles into your lips as you press a small peck to his lips. He reaches up to try and wipe your smudged lipstick, only for you to push his hand away and continue pressing kiss after kiss all over his face. He laughs as he soaks in your affections, enjoying every time time your lips meet his skin. He whines softly as you try and pull away, his grip on you tightening. “Hey, where are you going? I’m not done with you yet!”

[crow-stars]

❝BIG COLD CASTLE, WARM LITTLE HEART❞

❦summary; the experience of warmth is so precious in somewhere always so cold ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, malleus draconia ✎word count; 784 ❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic, reader and malleus are maried, he wants his cuddles after a long day, more of me pushing my cat malleus agenda, very fluff ☛the author's notes; nothing to note... ☪look at the catalogue?

The castle that Malleus resided in always seemed to be cold. 

It gave a chill down the spine of anyone who visited for the first time and only continues to do so for many. The ones used to one have learned to ignore the cold, Malleus especially. The feeling of the cold never disappeared either, it was something that residents within the castle got used to. 

For most, people thought it was fitting. The King of Briar Valley with a stare that could send fear down anyone’s body, living somewhere that fit the exact atmosphere that he exuded. He was supposed to strike fear into the hearts of those who dare to cross him. 

Though such things couldn’t be further from the truth, for Malleus yearned for warmth as much as one could. 

He wished he could fill the castle with the warmth and joy that he yearned for when he was younger. But, for now, Malleus was able to get that warmth from you. 

Everyday, without fail, Malleus would leave his duties at the same time every night. It didn’t matter if something else came up, he would always return back to his chambers where you would always await, arms open to the fae.

Tonight was just the same, Malleus’ imposing figure striding through the halls of the castle, his face that same neutral expression on his face. He passed by many servants who bowed to him in respect, yet he didn’t pay much mind to them, one intent in his mind. He finally approaches his chambers, opening the door and closing it behind him with a resounding thunk. 

When Malleus was finally in his room, his safe place, Malleus’ eyes landed on you, sitting on the bed, covered already by the plush blankets. You looked up at him from what you were doing and, already, Malleus could feel his heart swell with affection for you.

He didn’t even bother to change out of his royal attire, instead heading straight to the bed. Malleus all but threw himself onto you, head resting on your lap and curled up against you. It makes gentle laughter slip past you, the type of laugh that Malleus adores hearing from you. 

“Oh, I missed you...” 

“Was your day that bad?” Your hand went to run through his hair, finger toying with the ends of his locks. Your other hand was already in Malleus’ grasp, being held tightly in his left hand. The ring on his ring finger brushed lightly against your skin, the ring Malleus declared he would never take off unless someone ripped it from his cold, dead hands. The declaration made you laugh, at first, though as time went on it was pretty clear he was serious. 

And you weren’t even sure if fae wore rings to show they were wed either. You’re pretty sure that one of the only reasons he insisted on rings was to integrate a bit of your own culture into his life, perhaps to feel more connected to you. It’s an undeniably sweet gesture that Lilia would always coo and tease the king about it.

Malleus let out another heavy sigh and shook his head, nuzzling further into your body. You exuded a heat that Malleus could find in no one else, a familiar warmth that was like sitting next to the hearth of a fire, yet one that seeped further than his skin and into his heart. 

“Everything is well today. Perhaps I just missed more than usual, my treasure.” Your hand ran through Malleus’ hair, earning a pleased rumble from Malleus in return. His head pushed further into your hand, silently asking for more of the affection that only you can give him. 

His response makes you chuckle in response, twirling a lock of hair between two fingers before continuing to run your hand through his hair. “You always miss me.” 

Malleus looked up at you, a light smile spread across his lips. The look in his eyes could only be described as adoring, a softness that was reserved only when he looks at you present. “Indeed I do. That doesn’t stop how I feel.” His left hand squeezed yours and you returned the gesture, smiling back at Malleus. 

Oh, how he loved to see you smile, specifically to see you smile because of him. It made him feel so soft, so warm in his chest he felt like he was going to be engulfed in flames and reduced to nothing, yet he would gladly welcome being burned if it meant it was because of you. 

You were his warmth among the cold castle that Malleus lived in and he couldn’t ask for it to be anyone else.

[tiramisuandlove]

A special day for my special one

My first ever headcanons, Valentine's special. Gn!reader for all of them.

Featuring : Satoru Gojo (jjk) , Childe/Tartaglia ( Genshin impact) and Fyodor (bsd).

English is my second language, so there may be mistakes I have missed.

Warning : slightly suggestive on Gojo's part , just a writer that have no idea how to write fluff.

The strongest , the one that have everything. Everything that can be obtained and is craved by all. Satoru Gojo can no argue with that, he does have everything. Unlike others perception on this matter , in his eyes everything is one thing only, one person only. So of course he would shower you with love, by giving you all.

He loves to spoil you with gifts, from the smallest to the biggest possible ones. Satoru Gojo had no opinion on his clan's fortune. From the moment he could remember he could get his hands on anything, there were no limitations for the strongest. Money have never matter to him, that is till you came in his life. He found pleasure in putting all these papers into something meaningful for him , your smile. The expression that you let him see every time he got you something was the biggest gift he could have ever wish for. Your pretty lips forming into a lovely smile, one with gentleness and care , one that is for him to see only. How could he not spoil you rotten with anything in this world , when in exchange he got one of a kind thing, you.

Valentine's day with him is a full course event. From the moment your eyes open till they closed again at night, you are in his grasp. Nothing spectacular( the number of his gifts was enough for you. This bastard got you to promise to never comment on the amount , to never worry and just enjoy them. It was a long battle, that he of course won.) , it is more on the intimate side actually. A morning filled with intimacy, letting each of you to see and feel the other ,without the clock ticking for another class to teach , another mission to participate in. A slow morning , two lovers basking in each other's company.

Of course, for the night he booked one of the most expensive and popular restaurant in Tokyo , only for you two. Even more , he always made sure that every place he took you to have your favourite food. The way he clearly pay attention to every details about you , from the outfit that look straight out from your dream , that he bought for this occasion, to your preferred food and beverages . That exact reason make such fancy night sweet for you , every time.

Despite all of this , the best part was the night. No matter what , you two always come back to your home. There was silent at the end of it all, one filled with buzzing love and adoration. Both of you found comfort in it. Of course, you most loved the moment the silent was broken and he laid you down in your shared bed. You two had to say a proper goodbye to the day after all, and you got the whole night for that.

In short, Satoru's love for you was shown with actions. He found that even if he tried , no words would ever get close to the true extent of his feelings.

Tartaglia's love was strong. His family , his comrades, his nation , they all got his loyalty and love. You were no exception for this , in fact, you were the prime example when someone mentions his gentle side. So of course, on this day you would be stuck by his side.

A full day of warmth and fun activities. Every second with him is like you are under a hot sun with gentle breeze, it reminds you of the past , the days where you had nothing to be worried about. Today was like every other one , and yet , extra special. Every year he made sure you two are able to get home, to your country. Usually for more than one day , at least three. The first and the last was reserved for spending time with each of your families, as for the middle , it was just for you and him.

A lot of snow fights , building multiple snowmen , snow angels. Your morning was filled with activities and having pure fun( a lot of competition among you two. His siblings would decide the winner of ' the best snowman' the next day). It always leave you both breathing heavy , not out of exhaustion but because of the overwhelming feeling. To have each other in such pure and calm way was rarity in your two's fast pacing life.

Once lunch comes arond , you would walk around and eat in some popular place. Talking and teasing one another , while sharing a nice meal. You would resume your walk after that, taking the chance to look at what change in your home country, while being away.

The night would be calm , resting in each other's arms as you two talks even more. And like every night, you felt a lingering warm sensation on your head , before you ultimately doze off to sleep.

You never comment on it , once you wake up in the morning. You never comment on how he always wait for you to first fall asleep , even when he is exhausted. On how you feel his strong overprotective glaze on your figure as you fall asleep. You never do it , because you know the reason behind it, the same one behind the way you celebrate Valentine's day. Love.

He love you , so he hold you tight and close to him . He love you , so he choose to grant you the biggest gift possible on this day, a moment of calmness. No fighting , no moving from nation to nation , no politics and hazards. Just you two and your family. A moment of bliss ,that he could only hopes to make your reality one day.

You are married to a busy man , one who you haven't seen from months. Not that you are worried , you knew he will come, Fyodor always does for you.

The day before him coming home was one of preparation. An exhaustedly long day , the 13th of February always feel long , to long. It's because your body is to filled with anticipation and excitement for the next day. The night was your favourite , as it lets you closer to his return.

Fyodor would sneak like a mouse in his own home. Very Late , closer to the sunrise than the start of the night. You never felt him , as you were fast asleep by that time , but he was there. Always there. He would be ever so careful , ever so silent as he enters. All for him to just let his eyes rest on your figure , to take you in, as if he sees you for the first time. He does not see the value in this day, but you do , so he is here. Even so, he enjoys such moment , ones where you are asleep, unaware of his presence. Ones where he could let his eyes convey his deepest feelings , the most vulnerable side of him. Such expression always ends , the second it appeared

The morning after , you always knew what to do. Your steps were small but with assurance. There are always like that when it comes to him. No rush , you know he is there. Your trust and love could never let you doubt his words.

There was he, seated in a chair , in the kitchen. Book in hand, a freshly done breakfast in front of him on the table and beautifully packaged box. You always stop in the doorstep to absorb the view of it all , him back home, back to you. Fyodor, despite aware of your prolonged glaze never opened his mouth, he lets you savor this moment. He looks at you , gives you his full attention , only when you take a step into the room, once you want yourself to be seen. From then , valentine's day start for you. Him and you in your home, talking,reading , catching up to each other( mostly you as he knew pretty much everything already). The letters that were exchanged between you two in the time of distance could only do so much , could only keep you so much company.

Most of all , your favourite moment whenever he visit is the night. Whenever there is no urgent thing he needs to go back to, he stay the night. A bed shared with him have always been the best gift , and forever will be. The simple brushing of his hand against yours put you at ease, put you in the sweetest dreams for the night . You knew he would get up after you fall asleep , go to his study room to work on his plans , and yet , that just made this gesture even sweeter to you.

A time with your husband, closed doors with just the two of you, an intimacy like no other. A gift like no other. Fyodor knows the way with his words , to the point of his presence not being even needed. But for you, his body and soul can be summoned in a second.

[shibuyablonde]

seven minutes katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: As he lies dying, his mind drifts through seven memories.

This is my own take of this piece I saw. Go show them some support.

By the time the blood starts pooling beneath him, Bakugo already knows.

He’s not making it out of this.

The sky above is black smoke and large storm clouds, but his eyes are wide open. His chest feels too tight, too heavy, like his body is holding him down while the last few pieces of his soul try to fight their way out.

The rivet drill is still there, buried deep, pinning him to the earth like an insect on display.

He doesn’t feel it anymore.

Not really. Only the weight.

Seven minutes.

That’s what they say happens when you’re dying. Your brain floods you with the best parts of your life as it crumbles, like a parting gift before the lights go out.

Bakugo doesn’t want to see anything.

He wants to get back up. But he can’t.

So he lies there, stuck in his skin, and lets the minutes drag him under.

Minute 1

It’s not the day All Might saved him from the sludge villain, surprisingly.

It’s before that. Way before.

He’s four years old, sitting on the floor in front of their old TV.

His feet are bare, legs crossed, and his hands are sticky with orange popsicle.

All Might is on the screen, smiling that massive, dumb smile.

“Everything is fine now! Why? Because I am here!”

He can’t read the news crawl at the bottom yet, but he knows the words.

He’s memorized them. He can hear his tiny self chanting along.

His mom is standing behind him, folding laundry.

“You’ll be a great hero someday,” she says, like she doesn’t even think about it. Like it’s already true.

But he hears it.

And he believes her.

Minute 2

His old man is in this one.

Bakugo almost laughs, but it gets caught in the blood bubbling up in his throat.

He’s six, maybe.

There’s a thunderstorm outside. His mom’s at work late.

The lights in the apartment flicker out.

And he panics.

He hides under the table, his tiny hands clenched in his hair, breathing hard. His dad tries to get him out, kneeling on the kitchen floor with a flashlight, but he won’t move.

Finally, his dad crawls under with him.

“You hear that?” he says quietly.

Bakugo just stares at him.

“The thunder. That’s what you sound like when you use your quirk.”

Bakugo sniffs.

His dad presses the flashlight into his hands. “That loud? That strong? That’s you, Katsuki.”

It’s dumb, but it works.

They sit under the table together until the lights come back on.

Minute 3

It’s Deku. Of course, it’s dumb Deku.

But not the way Bakugo expects.

He’s not crying or whining, not the useless little nerd he remembers from when they were kids.

This memory’s recent.

It’s the day Bakugo apologized.

His hands shake when he says it. “I’m sorry.”

For everything.

For being a piece of shit.

For bullying him when they were kids.

For not understanding how hard Deku must’ve had it.

Deku stares at him for a long time. Then he smiles. And Bakugo hates him for it because it makes his chest hurt in a different way.

“It’s okay,” Deku says. “You’ve always been my hero.”

Minute 4

And then there’s you.

It’s stupid how fast you fill up his head.

He didn’t even realize how much space you took until now.

He’s sitting on the dorm balcony at U.A., his back against the wall, picking at the scar on his hand.

You come out and sit beside him without asking. You’re wearing his hoodie because you lost a bet with Kirishima, and he made you put it on. It swamps you. The sleeves are too long. And the hem pools and your thighs.

“Do you always scowl this much when you’re alone?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer.

But you stay.

And when you finally leave, his hoodie is still on you.

He tells himself he doesn’t care.

But he doesn’t ask for it back.

Minute 5

This one is louder, muffled, but there.

There’s music playing.

You’re at the training gym with everyone, but you’re the only one dancing like an idiot during cool-down stretches.

You’re singing along, off-key, way too loud, and your hair is stuck to your forehead because you’ve been sweating your ass off.

“Come on, Bakugo,” you say, grinning at him. “Don’t tell me you don’t dance.”

“Hell no.”

“Coward.”

You challenge him to a spar after that. And you almost win.

He cheats, grabbing your ankle when you flip him.

You laugh when you land on him, breathless and bright, and your fingers poke his ribs.

“Admit it,” you tell him, “you’re having fun.”

He doesn’t say anything.

But he is.

Minute 6

It’s winter.

You hate the cold, much like Bakugo, so you’re bundled up like a snowman, your nose tickled red, your hands shoved deep within your pockets.

He notices you don’t have gloves. He doesn’t say anything at first.

But when you’re not looking, he blasts his palms warm and presses them over your fingers.

You jump in your seat.

Then you laugh.

“Thanks,” you say, leaning into him without asking.

He doesn’t move away.

You fall asleep on his shoulder on the train ride home.

When you wake up, he’s still holding your hand.

Minute 7

The last minute is the worst.

Because he’s still here.

And you’re still here.

You’re screaming his name.

You’re running toward him through the rubble and the smoke and the bodies.

You hit the ground on your knees next to him, hands covered in his blood.

He can’t hear what you’re saying.

But he can feel your fingers on his face.

They’re shaking.

You’re crying. You don't cry, but you are now.

And it’s for him.

He wants to tell you not to. To wipe those shitty tears of your beautiful face.

He wants to tell you he was going to ask you out after the war.

He wants to tell you he was going to walk you home. That he was going to hold your hand without an excuse.

That he was going to kiss you, maybe, if you let him.

But his heart’s not working anymore.

And his mouth won’t move.

So he stares at you instead, memorizing your face for the last time.

You’re the last thing he sees.

And that’s good enough for him.

Because he loved you. And he never got to say it.

But maybe you’ll know anyway.

Seven minutes, and then it’s over.

© 2025 shibuyablonde — All rights reserved. Don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[speedingkamori]

How they spend Valentine’s Day | Overwatch Men

Warnings: not proof read/edited, kinda just word vomited everywhere. GN reader, maybe a bit fem leaning if you squint?

I know valentines is over but I had this idea pop into my head and thought it would be good to jot it down! Sorry for the lack of writing! Might do a pt with the characters I didn’t include or a fem ver if you guys like this :D

Cassidy

He’s an old soul and all he wants is to take care of you. He isn’t one to enjoy fancy, expensive dinners- so he treats you to a night at home. He’ll cook your favourite dinner, give you a big bouquet of your favourite flowers, you’ll lay on the couch watching some old western or a cheesy romcom, cuddled up on his chest. He’ll run you a bath, give you a good back rub- things like that. He loves seeing you relaxed and enjoying yourself, he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you’re pampered today.

Hanzo

He’s a gentleman of course, he wants to give you everything you’ve ever wanted, just say the word and it’s yours! Fancy dinner, shiny diamonds, more chocolate and flowers than you could count. He scoffs a bit at more childish things like stuffed animals but if one catches your eye he’ll get it for you no questions asked. He would express his feelings much as he is, of course, emotionally constipated which is why he tries to compensate so much with gifts. If you try to give him anything back he’ll immediately become flustered- refusing to accept but cherishing it nonetheless.

Zenyatta

Zen doesn’t see much merit in trinkets or other material objects, rather he’ll express his affection with words. Waking you up reminding you how much he loves and adores you. Singing your praise every chance he gets. You’re used to hearing him express his honest feelings, but you’re not used to how heavy he lays it on for special occasions. He also takes today to initiate more physical contact- since he’s an omnic he doesn’t get much out of hugs or kissing but he understands humans enjoy that kind of thing. He’ll hold your hand whenever he can, pull you close and hold you. He’ll rest his forehead against yours and do his best to give you his version of a kiss.

Junkrat

Junkrat isn’t great when it comes to romance but he wants to show you he cares- so obviously he goes and steals every shiny he can get his hands on, presenting his gifts to you proudly! He’ll also try and write you a song, he loves to sing even if he’s not good at it but he’ll serenade you all the same. He also might try to cook for you- but anything he makes will come out burnt and inedible, but it’s the thought that counts!

Genji

Genji still has a childish side to him- he loves having fun with you! He’ll buy you one of those comically large teddy bears that take up half your bed. His ideal date is taking you to an arcade and beating you at every game impressing you with his skills and high scores! He’ll often propose bets and challenges like ‘if I win you have to give me a kiss’ things like that. Maybe he’ll start to feel bad for you and go easy on you a couple times, letting you win.

Ramattra

Ramattra scoffs at human holidays, especially this one. Normally he’d spend stewing about how much he HATES it- but now he’s got you to worry about. As much as he hates it, he wants you to have a good day, so he might give you a few small trinkets here and there- just little knickknacks he know you’d like. He wouldn’t do anything particularly over the top, but he might take you out to stargaze late into the night, taking a moment to express his appreciation for your presence in his life- which is not something he does often. He’ll let you get comfortable in his lap, letting you drift off and carrying you to bed once you’re sound asleep.

[fawnsflowerbed]

everyone always writes about puppy or bunny which is CUTE!!! But. what about kitty reader?

KITTY READER!!!!!

NUDGING THEIR CUTE LITTLE BUTT AND LEGS UP AGAINST LEON TO SHOW SMIDGES OF CASUAL LOVE, PURRING AS THEY BUTT THEIR HEAD AGAINST HIS SHOULDER!!!!!! RUBBING THEIR FACE ALL OVER HIM WHEN HE GETS OUT OF THE SHOWER TO RESTORE HIS ‘NATURAL’ SMELL!!!!! CHIRPING AT THE BIRDS OUTSIDE THE WINDOW AND MEOWING ENDLESSLY AT 12AM FOR LEON TO PET THEM AS THEY EAT!!!! KITTY READER HATING BATHS AND GRUMBLING AND GROWLING AS LEON CHUCKLES!!!

LEON DANGLING HIS MOTORCYCLE KEYS ABOVE THEM AS A FORM OF ENRICHMENT AS THEY LAY ON THEIR BACK BATTING AT IT!! KITTY READER PURRS ON LEON’S CHEST AS HE SLEEPS SO HE GETS BETTER REST KNOWING HE HAS HIS SWEETHEART WITH HIM!!!!

KITTY READERRRR!!!!

[staircasetoreverie]

Meeting By Chance

[Hawks x fem!Reader]

You're on your way home, when suddenly, you stumble into Hawks.

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 656

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You didn't mean to run into Hawks on your way home. Would you have taken that way home if you‘d known Hawks would be there? … Yes. Did you know that he would be giving out autographs right in front of the shop you planned on getting some groceries from? No. No, you did not. Hell, you didn't even see him at first.

Sighing and cursing internally, you elbow your way through the crowd, occasionally apologizing to the people you bump into. Someone nearly knocks you out as they jump and scream.

God, what an awful way to end an exhausting day. You've been swamped with paperwork and meetings all week, and now, the weekend just a short drive away, there just has to be a cluster of squealing, yelling and pushing people. This kind of commotion isn’t an unusual occurrence in this area, but–

“Hey, easy now, everyone gets an autograph–”

– Wait.

You stop dead in your tracks.

Autograph?

Also, that voice. Low but light, with a constant undercurrent of hubris.

“Whoa, sick t-shirt. Gimme that, I’ll sign it for ya!”

You turn to face the center of the crowd and stand on your tiptoes to look over everyone’s heads. And there he stands, bright red wings fluttering behind him, yellow glasses pushed up to give you a better look at his piercing eyes: Hawks. Wing Hero Hawks. Right in front of you.

Now. You’re no lovesick teenage girl. But Hawks? The golden boy with golden hair and golden eyes? Powerful, feathered wings framing his lean frame? Your heart accelerates and you grip the strap of your bag tighter.

Should you…?

That question gets flung to the side as you’re suddenly pushed forward by the ever more desperate crowd around you. Someone yells something in your ear as you’re shoved towards the center further. Stumbling, you catch your balance.

A gloved, steady hand lands on your shoulder. “Careful there, no falling in front of me now.”

Oh my fucking god.

Looking up and straightening your posture, it is indeed Hawks who stands before you, a slightly mocking grin pulling at his lips.

“Uh– thank you…”, you mumble.

Your brain is short-circuiting in real time as Hawks flashes you a more genuine smile. “No problem, baby bird! Be more careful next time, yeah? Here, let me sign that bag of yours!”

And before you can even decide if you want to defend yourself – because it was not your fault that some asshole decided to push you – Hawks whisks away your bag and pulls out a sharpie to write his name on it. Suddenly, every complaint dies in your throat. This is fine. This is absolutely fine. You are not going to put that bag on a shelf to never be used again. It’s your favorite after all.

“Here you go!”

Dumbly, you take back the bag. There’s Hawks’ name, big and full of verve, with a little heart scribbled behind it. You look up, a ‘thank you’ resting on your lips, but Hawks already has his back turned to you, talking animatedly to another fan.

You hug the bag tightly to your chest.

No, you’re not a squealing teenage girl, but he is unbelievably cool and handsome. And now, you have his autograph and the ghost of his big hand on your shoulder.

Fuck.

How are you supposed to end your day on a decently normal note like this?

More people swarm in front of you, slowly but surely obscuring your view of the pro hero. Your bag, however, is still held gently against your chest, lest the sharpie will smudge. God forbid.

With a surprisingly heavy heart, you turn away, throwing numerous glances towards the crowd as you leave. Your heart is pounding, and your chest warm.

Admiring him from a distance is one thing. Having interacted with him, however, makes you want to get closer.

Impossible, you know.

But maybe, someday, you’ll see him again.

[blkkizzat]

y'all new kinktober ideas wont leave me be, halloween is my fav holiday too so im all about it....so i went to the movies tonight and omfg.

what about beetlejuice!gojo ?????

lmfao no but like not really he wouldnt be as gross kjdhajsh, but i was thinking what if gojo like was a ghost who couldn't move on and was like obsessed with you and played all kind of pranks on you and especially scared away any type of guy you brought around.

idk... ill think about this more lol.

[villainology]

MDNI pure filth talk below (slight dubcon, degradation, johnny being the bully he is) — Johnny (TCM) okay listen, I just wanted to talk about his cock and how good he fucks you w it <3

johnny is the type of guy to have a nice thick bush that he very occasionally trims, its hairs creeping up his belly and stopping just at his abs, perfectly accenting his sweaty muscles when he’s out in the summer heat working on some cars.

he’s definitely packing at least 7” without a doubt, nice and long, super girthy, veiny, and he even got that slight curve. he’s got that type of girth that makes you hiss through your teeth and whimper every time he bullies his way into your tight hole — it doesn’t even matter how much he bothers to warm you up, you’re still gonna feel the way he stretches you out around him inch by inch.

of course, he loves that though. he relishes in the way you push at his shoulders and try to slide away from him, telling him it’s too much and he’s too big for you :( he doesn’t really care though, leaning down and whispering in your ear yeah that’s right, take it, just take it, darlin’. he always buries himself as deep as he can not even caring if it’s too much for it, his goal is to be balls deep in you every time.

he has two moods when it comes to fucking you, either he only cares about his own pleasure and is using you as a glorified fleshlight (you’ll still come anyway, his dick is just too good) OR he’s gonna torture you with pleasure. the type to not let you come for the longest time, bullying you and degrading you the entire time, calling you pathetic and crybaby when the tears roll down your cheeks and you’re laid begging for him!! once he finally lets you have your release then all he’s gonna do is overstimulate you, he just really loves to see you cry. he’ll occasionally praise you but mostly it’ll be him being a big meanie to you, he knows you and your body too well by now, he knows everything to do to make your toes curl and to have you screaming his name.

[luvrkay]

on your knees

Katsuki likes you on your knees, sitting pretty for him as he strokes his long cock slowly. you watch with lust filled eyes as his hand moves up and down his length, mouth open ready and waiting for him to use your mouth. he lets it slap against your lips once, then twice before he's pushing the angry red tip past your parted lips.

your lips close around the head, moaning quietly as the first drop of his cum hits your tongue. your head bobs up and down slowly, taking more of him each time until he's hitting the back of your throat. your pull away to catch your breathe, letting your tongue lap at the slit drinking down the precum that drips from his slit.

"fuck baby, just like that" Katsuki grunts, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. his fat tip hits the back of your throat, forcing out a gag as tears flood your waterline, the black eyeliner you applied this morning runs down your face and katsuki thumbs the tears away gently.

Katsuki likes you on your knees, sitting pretty for him as he fucks your throat, hand roughly pushing your head down, forcing his fat cock down your throat.

he's close, you can tell by the way he twitches in your mouth, your hand comes up to gently massage his balls, toying with them in your hand as you swallow around him.

you let out a moan as the first drop of Katsuki's cum hits your tongue, you take him in deeper, feeling it hit the back of your throat and you make sure to swallow it all.

Katsuki likes you on your knees, sitting pretty for him as he bends down and kisses you, forcing his tongue into your mouth, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. "fuck i love you"

AN: I’m bored so I’m taking requests! Please don’t hesitate to send some in!

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