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quick one

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save me period comfort Touya save me

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You hadn’t meant to make a sound; just a little shift in the blankets, a soft wince, barely even a breath. But Touya noticed. Of course he noticed.

He always noticed, when it came to you.

He was already half-awake, elbow propped on the pillow as he looked down at you like you were something delicate he didn’t know how to hold right- but would kill anyone else who tried.

“Again?” he muttered, voice raspy with sleep.

You nodded wordlessly, eyes squeezed shut as another cramp rolled through you. You expected a grunt, maybe some teasing about your uterus trying to kill you. Instead, you got warmth.

Literally.

His hand slid beneath the covers, palm resting gently over your lower stomach, scarred fingers warm like a heating pad, heat radiating out from him in quiet, careful pulses. He didn’t say anything at first. Just let his thumb trace soft circles while you pressed your forehead into his chest.

“Should’ve known,” he mumbled eventually. “You get all quiet when you’re in pain. S’weird.”

You swatted at him half-heartedly. “I’m allowed to suffer silently.”

He smirked against your hair. “You’re not allowed to suffer at all.”

There was a pause. You weren’t sure if it was meant to be sweet or just matter-of-fact. With Touya, it was always a little of both.

“Want me to get you something?” he asked after a beat. “Water? Chocolate? That dumb heating pad you always yell at?”

You shook your head. “Just you.”

He exhaled through his nose, something warm flickering in his chest at how easily you said it. Like he was enough. Like he was wanted. Like maybe he was good at something besides destruction.

���Yeah,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You got me.”

And he stayed right there, body curled around yours like armor, hand steady against your belly, letting his heat do the work. Letting you bury your face in his shirt and forget about the pain for a while. Letting you have softness, in a world where he rarely got to offer it.

You fell asleep like that.

And he didn’t move once.

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I would sell my soul to read The Silent Patient again

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The red dress is perfect on you, a deep crimson color that matches his eyes and that alone has Katsuki salivating. Then your body has to look perfect in everything to him, especially when you doll it up in clothes you don't normally wear. This was for a hero event, awards to be given although Bakugou didn't care much for the fanfare of it all, he just liked being number one.

Although he is happy when there are times like these, you who fusses angrily over your few gray hairs, who plucks a few that are "too close" to framing your face, clad in lipstick as you snarl at your pretty reflection. Katsuki likes the greys, likes the signs of aging on your body even if you loathe it entirely. To him it is proof of the passage of time well spent and together.

His eyes fall down to your cleavage, smirking as he comes behind you to help with the pearls your sharp claws are struggling to clasp.

"I can give ya a pearl necklace ya know. All natural." He has a wolfish grin, clasping the necklace as he stays with his pelvis pressed to your ass. Your brows furrow, another snarl as you look at his reflection.

"Katsuki, you already have. Our first year anniversary, remember?" A roll of your eyes as you tap the round iridescent pearls. He sucks his teeth playfully, broad hand coming around to pet your throat before his digit traces a sloppy and uneven half circle just beneath the pearls.

"Lemme give you another set." His crude gesture earns your ire. A sharp glare at his reflection that makes his cock jump against your ass. Fingers coming to brush hair from your shoulder, his eyes momentarily lingering on the few starlight strands of grey before they move back to your skin hungrily. Envisioning you on your knees with something just as pearly white as your necklace although a bit sticky.

"You're fuckin insufferable." You scoff, still a fixed glare on his reflection before you reach for another beauty product. Only for him to grab your throat roughly, to crane your neck until you're looking at him, nose to nose, ass to his pelvis and you're reminded of all of the times he's held you like that. Stared into your eyes as he sloppily rut into your tight cunt giving you every last drop he had.

"But ya love it. Ya love me."

"Yea, somehow I do." Katsuki grins wider when your tone comes out breathy, a sound he loves to hear. Moving to close the gap, to let his tongue slide over yours when you give the tip a light nip, "But you hate being late more Suki. You always blame me."

"How can I not when my wife looks so fuckin hot in anything she wears? 'sides, I can stand to be a little late."

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katsuki who started growing his hair out when he heard you say you liked guys with long hair.

it worse that he's completely in love with you and your so casually combing your fingers in seros hair, saying how hot he looks, ( even though he knows your joking, and that sero is practically married to dunce face, his blood boils anyway )

you hardly even notice untill hisstrands reach the base of his neck, and with a cheshire grin, "oh my god. did you grow your hair out?"

he shrugs his shoulders ( extremely tense) as you walk over to him, reaching your hands to stroke through the blonde mop.

bakugou fights not to groan, keeling his arms locked tightly against his chest.

"cute." you mumble, then walk away.

he's startles, cute? tape face got hot and all he got was cute?

he was already on his way to figure out your next preference for guys, and this time, he would make sure you'd notice him.

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Sleeping with Bakugo for the first time isn’t planned, and thus, you didn’t have time to pick out cuter underwear. When he takes off your jeans to see them, looking over your body for a few moments in silence, you’re convinced he’s judging you.

“Sorry they’re not cuter,” you laugh nervously.

“What?” he looks at you, genuinely confused, before he realizes what you’re talking about. He rolls his eyes and scoffs at the comment.

“They’re fine,” he says bluntly. “Besides, who cares what they look like when I’m gonna have them on the floor anyway?”

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oopsie, I tiptoed through old memories and now my soul aches a little

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Ren Kaji x Reader: Sunshine and Rain

Ren Kaji was the grumpiest person anyone knew.  He was a loner.  He was considered a monster.  But, you didn’t see him that way.  He wasn’t a loner, he was just quiet.  He wasn’t a monster, he was just misunderstood.  To you, everything people saw in him was cute.  So it was a shocker to the first year grade captain when he saw you two walking hand in hand.  You were dressed in pastels, nothing like the dark colors Ren wore.  You were smiling with a twinkle in your eyes, unlike Kaji who looked like he was ready to hit someone at any moment.

It didn’t make sense to Sakura.  You were sunshine, and Kaji was rain.  Two things that didn’t go together.  But yet, you two did.  The smile you always greeted Kaji with made any bad day better.  Whenever he was angry, you could calm him down with just a single touch.  It was the weirdest thing.  Ren didn’t understand it either.  He didn’t think he was worthy of any of this.  You should be with someone else.  But whenever he got like that you said the same thing with a smile, “you can still have sunshine when it rains.”  And that was all he needed to calm his mind.

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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—✩ content. cw/tw grief exploration (reader's perspective). bakugo x fem!reader. grief isn't linear & creeps up whenever it wants to. mid/late 20s. selfship coded. not proofread.

It's weird how grief manifests itself in strange, random ways.

Sitting at a restaurant hundreds of miles away from home, and here you are, awestruck by the waitress as she's introducing herself to take your order.

She looks just like her, sounds like her.

You don't realize that you're spacing out, staring at her like an angel has descended from the heavens and is gracing your presence.

"Peach?" Bakugo says with a furrowed brow. "Know what ya want?"

His voice snaps you back to reality. "Oh. Uhh, yeah."

The waitress smiles, nodding and walking to one of her other tables. Once she's out of earshot, Bakugo leans over the table with a smirk, his tone teasing as he assumes you were starstruck and not grief-stricken. "Got a little crush, peaches?"

It's not until he sees the brief sadness in your eyes, the vulnerability you keep locked away breaching the surface.

"Hey, talk to me." He reaches for your hand, gently tangling his fingers with yours and brushing his thumb in soft swipes across your knuckles, a comforting gesture he always relies on when you're upset. "Somethin' wrong?"

Words suddenly feel difficult, like the dam will break if you even dare to voice the thoughts swirling in your head. Goddammit, you were fine — happy — five minutes ago. What the hell is going on?

"She..." you try, taking a shaky breath. "She looks like someone I lost a long time ago."

Lost?

Bakugo hesitates, his head doing that little tilt whenever he's analyzing you. He treads lightly around the topic, weighing his options. "Who?"

"My..." another deep breath before deciding to shut it down, not knowing how to articulate this feeling. "Never mind."

“Talk to me,” he repeats sternly, followed with a soft “please.”

The walls are crumbling, fast. You don’t want to fall apart in this random place, out in the open for everyone to judge. You sigh, swallowing the lump building in your throat.

An attempt is made, keeping it brief. “My aunt. It’s been two decades.”

He deflates a bit, his thumb tracing over a random scar on your pinky. “You’ve never talked about her.”

“I’m scared to,” is what falls out of your mouth before you can even think of what to properly say. “I miss her so much, Kats. It sounds stupid, but—”

“None’a that,” Bakugo interrupts softly. “Keep going.”

Keep going. Those two words echo in your head. And for once…you do.

You start to explain how you see her in everything, from the way the sun hits the flowers in your garden at home to the cadence of the voice of your waitress. She’s all around you, and yet, no where to be found. It’s tragically bittersweet.

Bakugo doesn’t interrupt you, lets you paint the picture of her for him to interpret. The way your eyes subtly light up when you speak so kindly about her makes his heart flutter. It’s aches in the same breath, wishing more than anything he could help soften the pain that lies under your memories. But, he can see the way your shoulders relax, how your voice evens out the more you talk. You don’t even notice how you continue to tell him all the wonderful memories you have with her, how she influenced your childhood, took care of you — everything.

And it feels good. To finally lay it all out on the table for someone else to absorb with no judgement.

“Sorry,” you laugh nervously and wave your hand in front of your face, cheeks slightly ablaze. “Kinda went on a tangent there.”

Bakugo smiles — genuinely. “Don’t apologize.” He pauses, but not in an awkward way, searching for something to help soothe your nerves. “I wanna hear all about her.”

Your chest feels lighter, still aching, but no longer breaking apart. For the first time, grief feels comforting.

I wrote this so fast without really thinking, based off of something that happened to me the last time I visited Salem, MA with my husband. he knows about her and whatnot, but thinking about it being the first time you tell Katsuki just makes me weepy. the memory came rushing back to me when I was thinking about my aunt after reading kendy's sweet post. <3 @pixelcafe-network

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on my 500th sneeze of the day. pls take me away from this dust ;-;

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Togame Jo loves your boobs. His hands are always on your breasts one way or the other, and no, not in a sexual way.

Sometimes, when you're talking to him, his hands reach out, large palms cupping your breasts absently as he responds back normally. When he's helping you bake something, he loves sneaking up behind you and giving them a gentle squeeze while pressing a kiss to your cheek. You'll tell him to get his flour-filled hands off your boobs, and he'll whine and beg you to let him stay because you smell so sweet. You'll give in because you love how his bigger figure melts into yours like butter. His face somehow ends up right between them as he sleeps, the rest of his body clinging onto you like a sloth to a tree branch.

Even you're used to it by now, and you don't plan on asking him to stop because you, too, love the warmth of his gentle hands on you.

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when I accidentally follow someone and then feel bad unfollowing them 😭

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Togame Jo loves your boobs. His hands are always on your breasts one way or the other, and no, not in a sexual way.

Sometimes, when you're talking to him, his hands reach out, large palms cupping your breasts absently as he responds back normally. When he's helping you bake something, he loves sneaking up behind you and giving them a gentle squeeze while pressing a kiss to your cheek. You'll tell him to get his flour-filled hands off your boobs, and he'll whine and beg you to let him stay because you smell so sweet. You'll give in because you love how his bigger figure melts into yours like butter. His face somehow ends up right between them as he sleeps, the rest of his body clinging onto you like a sloth to a tree branch.

Even you're used to it by now, and you don't plan on asking him to stop because you, too, love the warmth of his gentle hands on you.

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katsuki gets hard when you take care of him 🗣️

he hates being sick; he hates being out of commission because he feels useless and therefore weirded out that you want to feed him soup when he's not even actively contributing to society.

(the first time he told you that, you gave him a look he's pretty sure was pity.)

when you sweep sweaty bangs off his forehead, he bites down on the inside of his cheek to bury the groan in his throat.

he doesn't know how to love like you do, with the kind of gentle affection apparent in every spoonful of soup you bring to his lips.

"you okay there, dynamight?" you glance pointedly at his lap, a playful glint in your eyes. "what's got you so distracted?"

well, fuck. he's so out of it he didn't even notice his dick swelling.

his ears burn. he has no idea how to voice that you mothering him is turning him on to the point of near insanity.

"it's nice," he says defensively, gesturing at you vaguely, but you don't miss a beat.

"i like taking care of you, kats." your hand settles on his chest, and you lean in close, a smile on your mouth that he wants to lick off. "i like that you let me."

your thumb sweeps back and forth on his sternum, a burning caress he feels at the base of his dick. he's a second away from grabbing your hand and thrusting it down his pants like a fumbling teenager, but you pull away, the smile on your mouth going coy.

"pretty sure my patient needs to rest up before he undergoes any rigorous activity."

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Okay so we all know Katsuki would absolutely be adorable with cats - like pretends to hate them but secretly loves them - but I need to see more of Katsuki with a big ass DOG

I imagine he and you start dating a little after he becomes a pro hero; he has a nice apartment - and he takes you to his place after going out for a few dates together.

You expect to just snuggle up on the couch and watch a nice movie, you know, the standard Netflix and chill.

What you don't expect however is to basically be tackled to the floor the moment Katsuki unlocks the door to his apartment, a huge mass of black fur crashing into you immediately.

You yelp, caught off guard, only to start laughing hysterically as a pink tongue darts out to lick at your face.

Katsuki groans, staring at his dog happily trying to lick your face off, running a palm down his face as his large callused hand tugs at the dog's collar, pulling him off of you.

He frowns and uses his other hand to help you up, sighing.

"Sorry about him. Damn mutt doesn't know how t'keep his hands to himself. Are ya okay?"

You giggle, wiping the slobber off your face before leaning down to scratch the happy dog behind his ear, his tail swishing as you do.

"Awww...it's okay!" You coo. "I'm fine, I promise. Does this handsome boy have a name?"

Katsuki can't help but feel his heart warm at the sight of you getting along with his dog so well - you handle him so naturally, he can't help but fall you for just a little bit more.

"Mmm...yeah. His name is Cerberus."

You grin at that. "Like the one who lives in the Underworld? That's awesome."

Katsuki gives you a grin of his own - before glances and your clothes and groaning again.

"Damn it...his fur got all over ya. Lemme go grab the lint roller."

Needless to say - your clothes ended up getting way more fur later on with the way the dog insisted to be lying on your lap at every waking second. Katsuki's pretty sure Cerberus got more of your attention than he did that night.

this is what I picture Cerberus to look like 🥰 he's huge and intimidating but is the most affectionate thing ever. similar to someone else we all know...

A/N: can you tell I'm a dog owner...lmao

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Thinking about single dad Bakugou who is also your boss that you overhear on the phone with his daughter who called in the middle of the day because she missed his voice. 🥹

You're walking past his office, about to pop your head in to remind him of a meeting he has in twenty minutes and you hear her little voice. It's so loud and happy, he must have her on speaker.

"Hi Daddy!" she squeals.

You hear his voice change immediately, you've never heard this tenderness in his voice before. He softens his harsh growl, you can almost hear the way his entire body relaxes when he answers "Hey baby girl. What's up? Papa's workin'."

There isn't an iota of annoyance in his tone, in fact he almost sounds grateful to have taken her call. Like a little reset in the middle of the day.

You hear her ask "Home Daddy? When home?" Her English is heavily accented and you can hear him chuckle to himself through the door.

"Soon baby girl. I'll be home soon..."