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[fumifooms]

There’s something so viscerally sad about Thistle devoting his whole life body and soul to the family who bought him and put him in a clown costume

[fayvampiredom]

TRPG where each failed roll sinks the players deeper. Bonus if it's a crunchy, tactical game-- getting to see them adorably struggle as the numbers become so blurry and hazy, and they gradually take to slumping onto the table mid roll instead.

[cowlvent]

jack shephard and john locke in lost + jupiter 4 by sharon van etten

[theprincessandthepie]

LOOK AT HERRRRRRR <3333333

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

I gotta admit - EXTREMELY humbling to go broke in farming/life sims...

[danielnelsen]

ok prediction time

(it’s my first time playing bg3, i know nothing about the plot; DO NOT SPOIL ANYTHING FOR ME. currently im at moonrise towers and the extent of gale’s plot is that he’s been stabilised by elminster and has also just made the shadow lantern. shoutout to astarion for being the only one not to tell me that was a bad idea, that’s when you know you’re making good life choices)

so what i’m getting from this is that the big moral choice in gale’s story is gonna be to get forgiveness and acceptance from mystra (presumably before/without using the orb) vs embracing his own ambitions and, having a vague idea of the intensity of some of the endings, possibly going way off the deep end with that

while i don’t know the full story for other companions, im feeling like gale was probably the best choice for me in terms of playing an origin because im an extreme completionist and im going to get sage inspiration points all over the place, but im also going to push *everything*. i want to follow every potentiality to its end, make dodgy deals, play all sides, etc.

and surface-level that sounds good for playing as astarion (definitely getting a lot of charlatan inspiration), but what it really means is that i get a lot of approval from astarion and also i feel like it’s gonna affect the way gale’s story ends a lot more. gonna try not to go too far off the deep end but it’s gonna be pretty tempting lmao. i’ll just keep downing these tadpoles and ‘trusting’ my hot dream guy. nothing can possibly go wrong!

[fishandshesmygills]

been back in my little earthquakes era lately and it's healing me

[soni-dragon]

Never ever EVER buy household appliances with ai in them. Most ridiculous things I’ve ever encountered

[vulpiximisa]

literally should have waited a few more weeks before buying those acrylic stands *big sigh*

[anestofmuses]

Yuki carefully took the glass of water first, setting on the side table for now. After it was safe, he took the laptop and smiled. "Thanks love and nah, I'm all good.Lay with with me for now though? I want to bounce ideas off of ya."

Yuki had a few ideas on how they could solve the threats against their safety. But needed someone to plan with him. The sooner the better for him and the baby.

Sergei nodded and got out of bed to retrieve Yuki's laptop. He knew Yuki would need to hire extra help for the haven since the baby would need 100% of his attention 24/7. Sergei thought about what he would do when the baby was born. He knew Yuki would need a lot of help, but with the constant threats, would the Russian be able to protect them both?

He grabbed the laptop and a cup of water, returned to the bedroom, and handed the items to his beloved. "Here you go. Anything else while I'm already up?"

[dragon-huntress]

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[xinganhao]

🍨 svt spoiling their partner.

★ prompt: how ot13 spoils their partner? 🥹🥹🥹 i am just a girl give me treats c/o @shinwonderful

ⓘ established relationship, pet names, fluff. headcanons under the cut. special thanks to @chugging-antiseptic-dye for helping! ♡

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seungcheol 𖹭 planning dates. he will refuse to let you lift a finger for your day out. everything will be meticulously laid out, finetuned to be something that you'll enjoy. his goal is to lessen the mental load of decision-making and planning; he wants you to be able to focus solely on enjoying the surprise, and he'll break his back to make sure that happens.

jeonghan 𖹭 'parallel play'. even if the two of you might not be interested in the same things, that's okay. he's happiest to spend quality time with you at home, where the two of you are free to do your own thing within eachother's presence. just being in your vicinity already makes him content, and so he plans everything around the two of you getting to explore and share your respective hobbies.

shua 𖹭 acts of service. need help with your taxes? need someone to fill up your tank? he's already on it. he'll say that these are all 'little things', call it the bare minimum, when it's apparent that he makes it a conscious effort to make your day-to-day easier. his brand of spoiling you comes in the form of quietly doing things that will improve your quality of life.

junhui 𖹭 buying clothes you'll like. he can't help it, really. when he sees an article of clothing that he thinks suits your style? when he finds a local brand that shares your advoacy? he's already pulling out his wallet. he likes the idea of dressing you up. nothing makes him happier than knowing you're wearing an outfit that he entirely picked out for you.

soonyoung 𖹭 daily reasons why he loves you. people always joke that he has a bit of a motormouth, so why shouldn't he use it on talking about you, you, you? he's big on words of affirmation, on making sure you never doubt how he feels for you. he'll point out the little and big things that make him adore you, and it's never the same reason twice.

wonwoo 𖹭 indulging your interests. he may not always understand these trends— blind boxes, must-have fashion pieces, et cetera— but he'll never make you feel bad about it. if there's anything that you want, he's already doing everything within his power to get it. his greatest joy is seeing your face light up once he's gotten you your 'priority' item; it's why he keeps doing it in the first place.

jihoon 𖹭 trying new things for you. there's a long list of things that jihoon never thought he'd do, but then he started dating you. time and time again, he willingly goes out of his comfort zone to accompany you on the little adventures and experiences that you ask to go on. he does these things scared, does them anxious, does them begrudgingly,— does them all for you.

seokmin 𖹭 meals he thinks you'll like. he's the type to have dozens of tabs open for homemade recipes dot com. he knows he's an amateur at this, but he's undeterred in trying. whether it's a trending pastry on tiktok or the comfort meal that your mother makes you, he's determined to learn it so you're always eating well.

mingyu 𖹭 getting-to-know card games. he gives as good as he takes, which means mingyu's way is to listen and remember. a night where the two of you can just have deep conversations with no interruptions is his ideal evening. he will know he succeeded if the two of you end up talking until the sun rises, feeling like the hours haven't passed at all.

minghao 𖹭 postcards from tour stops. he loves art and he loves you. his postcards are pocket-sized reminders of those facts, always packaged with a few choice words that are sweet and sincere. his trinkets are very "i-got-you-this-because-it-reminded-me-of-you" in nature, and you know each one was purchased with you at the front of mind.

seungkwan 𖹭 getting you your favorites. he figures he should put his industry connections to use somehow. he's always amused by how happy you get over a rare photocard, signed album, or concert tickets, and so he keeps it up. buying dozens of albums, contacting other labels, bearing the arduous ticketing. your excitement at the end of it makes it all worth it.

vernon 𖹭 producing songs. he hadn't really pegged himself as the making-music-for-the-sake-of-it type until he met you. now, he revels in getting to send you a track that's for your ears only. all the lyrics just seems to flow naturally when it's you inspiring him, and so he sends you works-in-progress with reminders that you're the only intended audience.

chan 𖹭 at-home massages. he's all too familiar with the aches of an ailing body, so he knows exactly how and where to work on you. he always does what he calls 'the works'— a good bath, scented candles, essential oils. he lets you take your time, and he takes his time with you in helping you unwind.

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[perfectyeager]

obsess | e.yeager

eren yeager x fem!reader

!!: heavy smut! vaginal sex, eren is obessed with you, praise, dirty talk, flirting, male oral giving, eren being disgustingly down bad, eren sex god!! all characters aged up.

You didn’t need do to a lot to get male attention.

The way your perfectly hips rocked as you walked, your perky breasts bouncing ever so slightly with each step, your perfect, long luscious hair swinging in the wind had many, men and women, staring at you. You couldn’t help it—it wasn’t your fault your Mother passed down such incredible genes.

When you’d walk into rooms or the cafeteria at your college, you’d have many heads turning just to watch you. You didn’t mind it, though, as many other pretty girls did. You liked the attention secretly.

But, amongst all the boys who stared and whispered about you as you walked past. No boy like him ever had the courage to come up and talk to you.

You were surprised when the tall brunette sauntered over to you, radiating confidence as he approached the bench you were perched upon in the courtyard. You admired the way the white t-shirt he was wearing hugged his muscles so perfectly, watching as his hands were stuffed into the oversized grey sweatpants he wore on his bottom half, hiding the rest of the tattoos he had littered over his arms and hands, as well as his neck. He had his dark brown locks thrown into a messy bun, a few rogue strands framing his face, suiting his piercing green eyes as he stared down at you. He was hot.

So, when he took a seat next to you and flirted like his life depended on it—you were taken aback. The only time you’d ever been intrigued by a guy and their antics. He was perfect, so incredibly gorgeous and had a way with words for certain. He had you hooked from one conversation and you couldn’t get him out of your head.

So, that’s how he got you to see him outside of classes and how he had you making risky decisions after only knowing him for a few days.

And that’s how he has you any time he wants.

“Oh, Eren, fuuuuck.” You drawled as you grasped the headboard desperately, your knuckles gleaming white as you gripped the cold metal.

“What, baby?” He teased, his voice laced with a teasing tone, his hands resting harshly against the pudge of your hips as he held you where he wanted you.

That sinisterly intriguing voice of his is how he got you stuffed full of his dick in his dimly lit room and your eyes streaming full of tears at the meer size of his cock.

Words failed you as you gripped his headboard as your trembling thighs straddled him, your cheeks flushed red and covered in your tears. This was the third round he’d had you in—your legs were aching and your pussy was quivering due to the amount of times he’d made you cum in the last hour.

He had you bent over his desk the first round, his hands pawing at your waist and ass as he pounded into you from behind. Only pulling out once to cum all over your back with a low groan of pleasure—only doing so after he’d reached underneath you and circled your clit while pushing further into you until you creamed around his thick cock.

The second round, his head resided between your thighs as you sprawled out on his bed, panting and whining as his tongue worked wonders against your throbbing clit. Eren didn’t stop until you’d cum twice and were kicking him off your trembling pussy, panting like a dog in heat. Eren may have stopped devouring your pussy with his mouth—but, he wasn’t done with you yet. He fucked you in missionary, your right leg on his shoulder as he rammed into you, stringing dirty sentences together to add to the intense pleasure you felt. He, once again, only pulled out to cum all over your tits and face, groaning your name as you stuck out your tongue for his load like the dirty slut you were.

Now, he had you riding him, the third and final round as he promised. Though, your attempt to ride him with your tired, shaking legs was poor—so Eren gripped your hips harshly, his cold rings pressing deliciously against your warm skin, and lifted you up and down on his cock, which remained still dangerously hard and ready to release for a third time.

“Come on, beautiful, use your words.” Eren drawled, his voice low and dark as his eyes bore into yours. His hand reached up from your hip to wipe the tears from your face, the other slowly rolling you back and forth on him, sparking a loud, elicit moan from your mouth as your clit rolled against his pelvic bone.

“‘M so tired, ‘Ren.” You slurred, “Can’t take it anymore.”

“I know, baby, I know,” He fawned at you, brushing the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead out the way, “‘M so mean for making you cum so many times, aren’t I?”

You nodded absentmindedly as his hand returned to your hip, continuing to roll you back and forth against him, feeling the way his tip jabbed against your sweet spot every time he did so.

You yelled out in pleasure as his hips bucked up abruptly, the head of cock kissing your cervix evilly. Your hands rushed to his defined shoulders, stringing whines from your mouth as he laughed at you, his chest rocking as he gripped your hips harder. You knew what was coming.

“Eren, plea—“

Eren didn’t let you finish as he began bucking his hips upwards inside you at a devilish pace, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. His grunts and groans of pleasure filled your ears as he did so, his pearly white teeth biting down on his plump bottom lip as he stared down at his disappearing cock.

You couldn’t help but stare at the pure beauty that engulfed him as he rolled his eyes back in pure pleasure of your tight pussy. The sight of him sparked adrenaline throughout your body as you pressed down against his shoulders as you brought your body down to meet him half way, pushing every thrust deeper.

“Oooh, fuuuck, baby, that’s it,” Eren praised, his hands digging further into you and you leant forward to nibble at his neck, littering purple marks against his tattooed skin.

One of his hands flew to your clit as he continued to fuck upwards into your wet walls, the sound of your slick covering him filled room along with your desperate moans.

The pressure in your stomach grew faster than ever before as he rubbed your bud swiftly, his pace never faltering, “Mmm, ‘rennie, ‘m gonna cum.” You whined, your eyes squeezing shut as his cock abused your G-spot deliciously over and over again.

“Yeah? Yeah, you ‘gon cum for ‘rennie, hm?” Eren pushed, knowing how close you were, “Cum with me, baby, make ‘rennie cum with that pretty pussy.”

You pushed yourself faster down on his as you chased after your high, soon catching it. Throwing your head back, your leg tensed up as you moaned loudly, your orgasm hitting you for the last time like a ten tonne truck. Eren soon followed, holding your hips down, his fingers twitching against your clit as he spilled himself inside you, groaning against your neck as he kissed the delicate skin.

You soon came down from your high, your chest heaving quickly as you stared down at him, feeling his large cock finally becoming flaccid inside you. You bit your lip in pure ecstasy as the brunette boy peered down at you, a smirk resting on his kiss-swollen lips.

He pecked your lips lovingly as he lifted you off his member slowly, making sure to take your aching body and pussy into consideration as he moved you. He laid you on your back on his ruffled sheets, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles before retreating to his bathroom. He soon returned with a warm, wet cloth which he used to clean the three loads of cum off your body, his last dripping from you and down your thighs.

As he did so, your eyes fluttered shut as tiredness coaxed you into a deep sleep, your mouth resting openly comfortably. Eren chuckled quietly at the state of you—feeling proud of himself that he’d managed to have the most wanted girl in your college in every way possible.

He planted a sweet kiss to your forehead, “You got me obsessed, girl.”

[3liza]

i think they are not bad dogs but they often have incredibly low bite inhibition even vs humans, so they will bite for things that arent a big deal (this isnt uncommon with "primitive" breeds. are we still calling them "primitive breeds"? the term makes my white ally senses go off) and this is a really really bad tendency to have when you are living in a culture where every dog is expected to behave like a disneyworld mascot and people dont think to keep their handsy children away from large animals.

the only dog that ever bit me on purpose was a chow mix (i think he was the same mix as in the reddit post actually, some sort of LGD/GSD/chow monster) who just decided he didnt like the way i was moving my arm at the time and that it was time for him to issue a correction by taking a divot out of my leg. it was exactly the same sort of "stop doing that" nip that you can see happening in nature documentaries about wolves. he did warn me in advance, but his "warning" consisted of very brief eye contact and i didnt pick up on it. and the day after that he was my best buddy and we spent many weeks living together perfectly harmoniously. he wasnt ill or crazy but his mode of communication was inadequate to his environment. chows also, like huskies and other of this type of dog breed, do not have the goofy groucho marx eyebrow muscles that most other more domesticated breeds have developed. so they physically are not expressive in the area of the face where most of us look for expression. with a 220PSI (claimed, i havent verified this but its the number thats everywhere so its probably wrong) bite force this can turn low-level disagreements or misunderstandings into a bloodbath

apparently they were also very trendy in the 70s and 80s and this resulted in massive backyard puppy mill breeding which flooded the american breed population with inbred, sick, untrained and traumatized dogs

ive heard of plenty of perfectly behaved chows but they all had a handler who knew what they were doing, which the owners of the one who bit me definitely did not. they are often just completely breed banned from dog grooming businesses for this reason

this is probably a bait post but if not this person is dead now

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

night alarm. l Joel Miller

Summary: the danger has come

Warnings: angst, fluff, hiding pregnancy, Jackson is attacked. guns, shooting, fire, one dead,

A/N:

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

The next few days passed with palpable tension. Joel had been assigned to guard one of the entrance gates, and patrols left Jackson much more often. Despite your desire, you knew that no one would let you do anything really important. No watches, no patrols, nothing that would tire you out or require much effort. You didn’t fight with Joel or anyone else.

“You’re already doing the most important work, honey,” he said one evening as he went on watch. “Stay home. I’ll feel better knowing you’re here.”

So you stayed. Sometimes you’d visit him on watch, bringing him warm coffee, but the weather was so bad that Joel never let you stay there longer than that.

When the magic date of your second trimester passed, you both breathed a sigh of relief. “We should tell Ellie. She’ll start guessing soon.” You said, looking at the calendar full of crossed-out days.

“We will. When she finally shows up at home.” Joel responded, putting on his jacket.

It was getting dark outside and snow was slowly falling. Joel finally gathered his things and, getting ready to leave, he gave you one more look. The corner of his mouth lifted. "You know... I knew we'd make it this time, but I'm still very happy."

"Me too." You gently touched your belly, which was barely visible for now, but to you it was the center of the world. "Be careful, Joel."

One last kiss and he was gone.

Something suddenly tore you from your sleep. An indescribable explosion, and then another one. You jumped out of bed and ran to the window. What you saw seemed terrifying to you - the fence visible from your window was burning in one place, the sound of the bell echoed throughout the neighborhood, and people ran out into the street. You didn't wait long.

In the darkness, you ran out into the hallway and into Ellie's room.

"Ellie!"

But when you reached the bed, when you grabbed the blanket, you understood immediately - the bed was empty. Ellie probably didn't come back for the night. You fell asleep waiting for her.

Shit.

The sound of the bell pounded in your ears, and you felt your heart doing the same in your chest. Joel had to be alert, you didn't know what was going on there. Ellie left the house, and you promised not to move from there.

"Fuck!" you hissed, throwing yourself around the room, but finally made a decision.

You ran back to the bedroom and quickly started getting dressed. After you zipped up your pants, you went to the closet and took down the box that was lying on the back of the top shelf. Joel kept his revolver there. You started loading it when you heard the front door slam.

"Ellie?!" you screamed, grabbing the extra bullets and quickly leaving the room. You ran down the stairs. "Ellie! Thank God you're here! Joel said we should stay here and..." You looked around and saw someone standing in the middle of the living room. It wasn't Ellie.

It all started so suddenly that Joel didn't immediately realize what was happening. First the sound of the doorbell tore through the darkness of the night, then he heard an explosion and saw fire. At the same time, shots rang out at the side gate. Adrenaline immediately rushed through his blood. People were running, shouting orders, passing weapons to each other.

“They hit the side wall! A few got through!” Jesse shouted.

“Tell Tommy!” Joel shouted back, and pointed to a few men standing next to him. “Come with me! We could use some backup!”

He didn’t have to say it twice. They got into the car and headed toward the burning fence. It wasn’t until they were in the car that Joel realized something that hit him so hard his heart almost stopped—your house was close to where the attackers had broken through.

The lights of another car behind them flashed in the side mirror. No one knew how many had gotten through, but there was no way to risk it. When they stopped at the fence, Joel tightened his grip on his rifle and got out.

“We need to secure this place!” Tommy shouted as he climbed out of the other car. “Move! Move!”

“Do you think there could be more of them?”

“I have no idea. We should check every house, every closet.” He watched the group of men put out the fire, but a moment later someone ran up to them. An older man who lived nearby was wearing a jacket over his pajamas and holding a baseball bat.

“Seven or ten,” he gasped. “They ran between the houses. People barricaded themselves inside, but you never know.”

Tommy looked at the graying man. “Are you sure?”

"Yeah, I saw them from the window. I have trouble sleeping, and the noise was really loud," he confirmed.

Tommy looked at Joel. "We'll have to look around the area. We need more men. It's still a few hours until dawn." Something in his brother's gaze suddenly made him uneasy. He'd seen something like that in his brother's eyes before. He wanted to say something, but then he heard Jesse.

"Ellie?! What the hell are you doing here?"

"I was at Dina's, we were watching some movies and... What the fuck happened?" she said, "Joel?"

Joel stared at her, speechless. If Ellie was here, that meant you were home alone. He turned, looking in the direction where your house stood, a few streets apart. An icy chill ran down his spine.

"We caught two of them! The third one is dead!" someone called out from the darkness.

Tommy was saying something, but he couldn't hear him anymore. The blood was rushing in his ears and his legs were moving on their own. Then he remembered running down the street where people were coming out, where there was constant traffic. But he had to know, had to know that you were safe, that his fears were unfounded. After all, your house wasn't that close to the fence, the chance that someone would reach you, that they would choose this house.

When Joel ran onto your street, he saw the house in darkness. He almost calmed down. He heard Ellie and Dina screaming, trying to catch up with him. Behind them, one of the cars was approaching him.

He took a deep breath, filling his aching lungs with air, it only took a few seconds, and then, as he took a few steps, he heard a shot. And another one, and another.

He didn't remember how he got to the porch. The door almost fell off its hinges when he hit it with his shoulder, breaking the lock. Silence. The darkness and silence were terrifying.

He shouted your name. He saw an overturned chair, some junk scattered on the floor. He heard a noise in the hallway, and went in that direction. In the light of the car headlights that came through the window, he saw you sitting against the wall, still clutching his revolver in your hand.

"Baby!"

In the blink of an eye, he was by your side, kneeling and taking your face in his hands. You were terrified, but you were alive. It took him a moment to see the body of a man lying nearby.

"I thought it was Ellie..." you said quietly, "He surprised me..."

"Did he do something to you?" Joel asked, brushing your hair away from your face, "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head. "He wanted to, but... I had your gun."

"My girl."

Tears welled up in your eyes. Joel hugged you without hesitation, feeling your hands tighten around his jacket. You were safe, you were alive.

Footsteps on the porch signaled that others had arrived at the house as well. Ellie looked like she was on the verge of despair as she fell into your arms.

"You're a fucking badass!" she sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry you were alone."

You hugged her tightly. "You're safe, that's the most important thing." You kissed her on the head. Joel's gaze met yours. The question he wanted to ask you was clear in his eyes. "I'm really okay."

"You should go to the clinic. Morris will check if you and the baby..."

"Baby?!" Ellie sat up and looked at Joel as if he had gone crazy. Her gaze shifted to your face. "Are you... Again? Really?!"

"This is not how you should find out, I'm sorry." You sighed, but Ellie didn't let you finish.

"I'll take you to the clinic. Me and Dina."

Joel nodded. "You'll stay there until I come get you." Seeing your look, he quickly added, "You'll wait for me there. We have to make sure we catch them all."

You knew there was no point in arguing with Joel and you didn't even want to. So you let them take you to the clinic, and Ellie and Dina didn't leave your side for a moment. When Morris examined you and did the ultrasound, both girls were absolutely thrilled when they saw the faint shape on the screen.

"A baby..." Ellie whispered, her eyes widening, "How can someone be so fucking small?"

"You know the baby can hear you too?" Morris asked, still staring intently at the screen.

"Shit! Sorry."

“Don’t worry.” He smiled at Ellie before turning to you. “Everything seems fine. The baby’s growing. How are you feeling?”

“Good. I’m a little more sleepy, but I don’t have any nausea or other discomfort.”

“You almost threw up your stomach last time.” Ellie noticed, and Dina nudged her in the side. “What? That’s true!”

Morris turned off the equipment and handed you some tissues to wipe your stomach. “I think you’re fine. Stay here until the situation in the city clears up. Will Joel come get you?” You nodded. “Good. You’ll get a room and you can rest.”

One of the nurses led you to a room. The clinic was quiet, and the dawn was slowly breaking outside. You weren't sure how long it would take to catch everyone who attacked Jackson. But here you were safe, although your heart was still with Joel and the others.

"So, a baby, huh?" Ellie sat down on the bed.

Dina went to look for something warm to drink and eat, and for the first time you were truly alone. You turned to the girl and smiled slightly.

"What do you think, Ellie?" you asked in a quiet voice.

"That's good, right? I mean, it's like a second chance. Are you afraid?"

"So fucking much." you laughed. "But I guess there's no other way. I just hope that this time..."

"This time everything will be fine, you'll see." the girl interrupted you. You could see the concern in her eyes, but also the certainty of what she was saying: “Joel will take care of you, and I… won’t let anything happen to you or that kid.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes, and your throat tightened painfully. But she noticed, stood up, and came over to hug you.

“You’re going to be fat,” she mumbled, and you giggled. “And Joel will still be crazy about you. You’ll be great parents. You already are.”

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[bakug0uzb1thc]

saw this trend and was like ‘im going to imagine this as Katsuki’ and it hasn’t stopped bouncing between my 2 brain cells. this would NEVER happen in cannon.. but hypothetically. (I’m going to shut up.)

(You and Bakugou are both 2nd years but your younger than him just fyi.)

Katsuki Bakugou x fem! Reader

warning: teen parents, suggestive, cruising, mentions of smut themes.

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It happened by accident, you were being stupid teens and made a mistake and trusted your birth control too much and ended up pregnant.

You were sixteen and petrified— but if you had the option to go back in time you would do it all over again.

Telling Katsuki was more of a ‘what the fuck do we do.’ Conversion then a ‘please don’t leave me.’

Yes you are scared to tell Katsuki but he was your best friend before anything else and you needed him the most.

When you told his parents they laid it out very simply. They were not joyed at the fact their son knocked you up but that was on you both as well as your decision on what to do.

You both agreed to keep the baby, you understood the consequences and responsibility’s of not only getting pregnant and how your parents were gonna ground you like crazy (it didn’t happen it was an empty threat that Mitski once told.) but Also having a baby and how heavy that truly was.

But it all worked out— you gave birth to a healthy baby girl that you named Sumire and it was like a light was turned on.

The first week was rough, having to wake up to crying in the middle of the night, the postpartum phase and the constant lactation.

It was default but that’s what you both signed up for. Happily. And you both got a pretty neat label at UA as the ‘one iconic couple that had a kid.’

Once she was 5 months old it truly hit you that you and Katsuki were teen parents.

“we’re fucking parents.” You were sitting on his bed, back towards his wall holding your daughter in your lap while she played with your fingers babbling to herself.

He put a hand on the back of his seat to turn his body to look at you and his daughter. “yeah it’s not news.” He admired the sight, taking a mental picture of the way you held her.

“How’d that happen?” You said in shock, acting like it just happened.

“had sex and you said ‘oh don’t worry Katsuki I’m on birth control have a field day’” he emphasized the end of his sentence.

“Okay you’re funny. Now do me a favor and take your daughter my thigh is going numb.” You said holding her up for him to hold.

He wanted a girl so bad (would never admit it) but he pumped his fist in the air when he found out the gender.

He got up without a complaint and took the infant from your lap, and held her small hand in his own and kissed her palm, When he did it always made her laugh and he adored it.

He would gets cuteness aggression BAD.

“I’d do it again.” He spoke up between kisses. “Do what again?” You raised a brown in confusion at what he said. “Cum.” He let out devilish chuckle.

“Omg Katsuki.” You covered your flushed face at his wording, pointing at what caused you to end up with a daughter.

“All jokes aside- I’m not complaining. I think it’s tits that I have a mini me.” He chewed her chubby cheek lightly, making her look at you confused but still wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Language.” You poked, acting like you didn’t just curse 5 minutes ago.

“Oh my god! Sumire do you hear your mom. Telling me to watch my language. Get a load of this.” He hugged the baby against his cheek, putting his other hand on her other cheek and squishing her face slightly.

You couldn’t take him seriously. “You’re a jerk.” You said sitting on your knees dragging him down to the bed safely watching as he was holding your daughter securely.

“Jerk you had a kid with.” He laid on your lap, holding Sumire against his chest.

“I’m aware.” You reached down to kiss him on the lips.

It wasn’t planned but it worked out and that’s all that mattered to both of you. The best thing that happed to the two of you was Sumire and she didn’t even know.

(I am convinced I’m unable to write a short fic. Thank you for reading my inner thoughts, this has to be the fic I enjoyed writing the most^_^!!)