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𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

it was practically written in his character, however, your silence pissed him off the worst. it was like splinters that dug into his skin, matching him itch for a release.

katsuki wasn’t going to pretend like he didn’t know why you were giving him the cold shoulder. during training yesterday, he snapped at you harsher than ever. “if you can’t keep up, then get out of the way,”

he hadn’t meant it the way it sounded, although it was pretty believable. you went quiet and pursed your lips together. he watched and scoffed in annoyance. your eyes held an unreadable expression and today, you didn’t even look at him. fine.

whatever. is what he told himself.

but when he found uncomfortableness in the silence you gave him, he groaned. usually, you’d sit in the common room with him while he finished his ramen however tonight was clearly different. you were sitting at one of the few tables between the living room and the kitchen, focused on your homework.

he grunts as he gets up from the couch, rolling his eyes at how stupid the whole thing was. katsuki makes his way over to you, standing beside the table as you continue to write and not even look at him. “you’re really pissing me off, y’know that?” he mutters, hands stuffed in his pockets like he doesn’t know where to put them.

you don’t respond. the only sound is the scrape of your pencil and the flipping of your papers. katsuki tilts his head down, his shadow falling over your work. “i’m talkin’ to you.”

still nothing.

his jaw works as he watches you for a moment. without warning, he plucks the pencil out of your hands.

“hey!” you yelp.

“finally,” he huffs, smirking faintly like he’s won something. “knew you’d crack eventually.”

you glare at him and reach for the pencil but he holds it higher. “give it—“ he cuts you off with a quick kiss to your lips, giving you no time to really process before he begins with an apology.

“I’m sorry, alright?” his face remains still inches from yours. “can’t stand when u’re givin’ me this silent treatment bullshit.” you blinked twice, sort of taken aback that he just admitted that he hated being ignored. who wouldn’t?

all you could do was pout. words couldn’t express how upset you were at him. well, words could. you just didn’t know how to say them.

katsuki huffs and kneels in front of you, dragging the chair out so you can face him. he grabs your wrists, placing your hands on his face. “listen to me,” he starts.

“i was pissed off yesterday. i ran my damn mouth without even thinking. didn’t mean it.” he paused before continuing. “you’re not slow, you’re not in my way. he’ll, you’re the only one i want in my way.”

your breath catches, but he keeps his gaze locked onto yours.

“so quit lookin at me like i just killed your dog,” he mutters, squeezing your wrists lightly. “yell at me, hit me, whatever—just don’t shut me out like that again.”

his voice is rough, but there’s a crack in it, barely there. you swallow, still pouting, but your fingers curl slightly against his jaw before you can stop them. his eyes narrow just a fraction, like he’s trying to decide if you’re about to forgive him or bite his head off. “so you do care,” you murmur, voice low, tilting your head.

katsuki clicks his teeth and scoffs. “f’course i care, dumbass.” he looks away for half a second, ears burning, but his grip on your wrists stays firm. “i wouldn’t be down here on my knees if I didn’t.”

you hum thoughtfully, leaning back in your chair, dragging your hands down his face in exaggerated slow motion before letting them drop. “hmmm… I guess I could stop ignoring you. maybe.”

“maybe?” his voice spikes, frustration flaring instantly.

“mm-hmm,” you say, smirking faintly now. “depends on how nice you are to me for the rest of the night.”

he glares at you, muttering something under his breath that suspiciously sounds like “pain in my ass”, before pushing himself to his feet.

“so…yeah?” you ask.

without any other word, katsuki grabs you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “katsuki!” you cry, a giggle leaving you as you say his name in a squeal.

“what? you asked,”

“I didnt mean right away!” you retort, but he’s already carrying you up to his dorm to make it up to you.

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𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚖 | K. Choso

ᴘremise , choso has never understood the appeal of ‘lip balm’. it seems all very frivolous and unnecessary. that is, until he sees you reapplying it to your plump lips after you come home from a mission. the hybrid’s curiosity gets the better of him so of course he has to ask about it.

ᴛᴀɢs/ᴛᴏɴᴇ , soft ⇾ shorter oneshot

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tonight’s mission was tough. choso knew that well enough to give you your space afterwards. you two shared a home and it’s been your little sanctuary for a year now.

after your shower, you made your way to your nightstand where your lip balm lay. he was sitting on the bed, messing around with the cat you guys owned. choso watched you walk towards your vanity and sit down. he tilted his head, eyes squinting as you began the ritual he’s seen countless times. you would always move hair from your face, apply some sort of white liquid to your under eyes, and rub that tube of pink wax on your lips.

you brought it to your mouth, lips parted slightly as you dragged it along your bottom lip, then your top with slow, practiced passes. choso’s lips curled into a smile. you seemed so peaceful, like it was something you enjoyed doing.

when you glanced up in the mirror, his eyes were already on you. steady with concentration and curiosity.

“something the matter?” you ask him gently.

choso sits upright and he swallows his sudden nerves. “no, i just—“ his cheeks turn a lighter pink from embarrassment. “sorry. i didn’t mean to stare.” he rubs his arm and looks down at the now sleeping cat in his lap.

you shake your head and puff out a tired laugh. “you don’t have to apologize.” you say before getting up. “you’re just curious,”

choso shifted slightly to make some room for you. His shoulders were tense—almost like he was bracing for you to tease him for staring. instead, you held the tube out to him, palm open. “wanna try?”

choso blinked at you, lips parting but no sound coming out right away. his brows furrowed in that way they always did when he was caught off guard, and you could almost see the thought process flicker across his face. finally, he asked, “…on me?”

you giggle. “no, on the cat.” but he doesn’t seem to understand the sarcasm. “yes, on you,” you finalize.

he perks up and nods. “i—i’d like to try, yes.”

you take your spot beside him and smirk, leaning forward before catching his lips in a kiss. his breath hitches and he lets a noise of surprise slip out. choso’s shoulders relax soon after you move your lips in rhythm to his. he lets his hand roam to the back of your neck and he hesitates a little to pull you forward. after the kiss, he’s almost left breathless. choso curls his lips into his mouth and tastes the lip balm.

“tastes…umn—fruity—“ he murmurs.

you giggle at his flustered expression and nod. “it’s cherry flavored.”

there’s a silence that lingers before his lips twitch forward, like he’s begging for more. “could you…do that again? pl..please? i mean if it’s no trouble—“

you cut him off with another soft kiss to his lips and you two shared the flavor in between soft breaths. from here on out, he’d be obsessed with the flavor and will try to find it in everything he can.

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ushijima wakatoshi and his sick wife | drabble

the world is hazy. your head is pounding with a relentless headache that hasn’t gone away since this morning. you can barely register the sound of the front door opening and closing before the door to your room opens and the mattress dips.

your husbands hand caresses your forehead without fail. “hm. you’re still warm.” ushijima’s voice is quiet, low in the silence of your room.

you groan and give him a groggy smile. it’s no surprise you’ve been sleeping all day. “have you eaten?” he asks you.

the pause you gave him let him know everything he needed to. “reader.”

“don’t scold me. i was too weak to get up.” you pout.

ushijima peels the blankets off of you to help your fever go down a little. “you could have called me.” he murmurs. “i’ll go make you some of that soup you like, wait here.”

as if you had the strength to go anywhere else. a couple of minutes passed after he got up to make his way towards the kitchen. you heard nothing but the soft clatter of dishes and the occasional mutter to himself. you yawn, the weight of the sleepy day making you want to sleep even more.

before you know it, he’s back with a fancy tray. “sit up for me,” he orders. well, less of an order, more of a gentle instruction. he sets the tray down on the nightstand and kneels. on top of it lies a steaming bowl of his mothers’ homemade miso soup, your favorite tea, and a small plate of peeled orange slices.

you stare at the plate with a little anxiety, but he gives you a sweet smile no one could replace. “you don’t have to finish everything,” ushijima grabs the spoon and fills it with soup, then he brings it to your lips. “but i’d like you to try.”

afterward, he tucks you in again — blankets adjusted with the kind of precision that makes you want to laugh if you weren’t so tired. he changes the damp towel on your forehead, the coolness sinking into your skin, and then sits in the armchair by the bed.

“i’ll be here,” he murmurs. “sleep.”

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gojo residence,

‘embarassed’

a satoru gojo oneshot

“for the last time, baby, it’s okay.”

satoru coos. his voice is firm and gentle in the quiet room that carried nothing but your soft hiccups and sniffles. you’re curled on the floor, watching him make the bed with the newly cleaned sheets. you were so embarrassed from bleeding through your clothes that you were just sobbing.

“it’s not okay!” you exclaimed. “i ruined your sheets.”

“ruined?” he snorts, half bent over the bed as he tucks in the newly cleaned sheets with a lazy precision that only he could pull off. “they’re literally fine. well, better than fine. now they smell like vanilla because i threw in those fancy detergent pods you like.”

you sniffle, peeking at him through your messy hair. “yeah but…you shouldn’t have to do that…it’s so late and…”

satoru pauses and looks over at you, and for once, his grin is gentle instead of smug. “sweetheart, it’s just blood. not the end of the world. sheets are washable. you aren’t allowed to cry on the floor over this.” he reaches out to pick you up from the floor.

you mumble something incoherent, which only makes him reach out and wipe a tear from your cheek with his thumb, tilting your face up. “hey. look at me. you’re okay, and i’m okay. nothing about this is gross, and it sure as hell isn’t your fault.” he shrugs.

your chest stutters, and a soft, embarrassed whimper slips out.

satoru smiles, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “besides, I get to play househusband and change the sheets. very domestic of me. kind of a turn-on, don’t you think?”

you swat at his shoulder and he giggles, kissing your pouty lips. he gathers you in his arms like you weigh nothing and plops you right back on the bed. “let me go get that heating pad.” he mumbles. “…think it’s downstairs.”

by the time he returns, he’s juggling a heating pad, a bottle of water, and a pack of your favorite snacks tucked under his arm. “the hero returns!” he announces, climbing back onto the bed. he presses the warm heating pad to your stomach with careful hands and then curls himself around you like a human blanket.

“better?” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. you hum softly, nuzzling into his chest. “better.”

a/n: someone sedate me

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heights alliance,

‘crash course in…kissing?!.’

a katsuki bakugo oneshot

the last thing you expected was for katsuki bakugo to ask you to teach him how to kiss. his ex girlfriend insulted him after they broke up, saying he didn’t even know how to kiss. that he was too rough or whatever the case was.

you’re his closest friend, but you snort and laugh in his face. “aw, the high and mighty katsuki bakugo’s reaching out to me for help.” you sniffle, holding your chest. “if only midoriya was here to witness this—“

“quit it.” he spat. “can you help me or not.”

you sigh obnoxiously and move further into your room. “yeah, whatever come in.” you couldn’t just turn him away. he came to you in confidence and if there was one thing about katsuki bakugo was that he wasn’t going to let some girl shit on his kissing and him not try to improve it.

he stomped into the cozy dorm, hands jammed into his pockets like always.

“close the door,” you murmur, pointing lazily before you switched your lamp off. it made the room a little dimmer, but not too dark. his scowl was still prominent as he did as told, shutting the door with a little slam.

you take this time to organize some of your things on your desk. it was a thing you did when you were nervous, was organize things. although, why would you be nervous? it’s just katsuki.

“so what exactly did she say to you?” you ask him, eyes trailing from the scattered papers on your desk to him.

he froze. “…’the hell does that matter?”

“humor me.”

he clicked his tongue. “said i was rough. that i…didn’t know what i was doing.” the last part was muttered, a shot to his ego you watched him take. he kept his eyes on the floor, biting the inside of his cheek. you felt a little bit of sympathy, but you cleared your throat and sighed.

“kay,” you began. “first thing’s first, kacchan—“

“don’t call me that,”

“katsuki,” you corrected yourself. habit. hearing midoriya say it so often made it stick with you. you reached for his shoulders, massaging them a little. “can’t kiss someone if you’re wound up like you’re about to explode. loosen up a little,” you were standing so it was awkward at first, but you know he’d ease into it.

he exhaled through his nose and you could smell the remnants of his gum he had probably chewed before coming in here. “this is stupid.” he mutters as you’re just moving him around.

“trust the process,” you slap his shoulder and he grunts. “now.” you back him into your door, his back hitting it with a quiet thud. “hand placement is everything,” you watched the muscles in his jaw flex, his hands twitching at his sides like he was fighting every instinct not to shove you off and bark at you for daring to push him around.

his hands raised, hovering in the air around you like ‘where the hell do i put them’. when you notice, you grab his wrists and place them in different areas.

“waist or ass for one of them depending what position you’re in,” you pause. “back of the neck or cheek is good too. shows her how much you’re into it.”

he swallows, eyes looking away from you. “eye contact too, don’t forget that. just ‘cause it’s me doesn’t mean you shouldn’t practice it.” you tell him.

“yeah, whatever.” his eyes snap back to yours and you lean in quicker than he expected.

“wait-“ he paused, tensing up.

you groan, rolling your eyes. “god, katsuki how long are you gonna stall for…” before you could finish your complaint, he yanked you forward, smashing his lips against yours in a kiss that was nothing like you expected. well, yeah you expected it. It was messy, hot, and desperate—the kind of kiss that stole your breath and made your knees threaten to give out. what the hell was that girl talking about? sure, he was a little rough around the edges but damn, he wasn’t as bad as you initially thought.

your hands instinctively rested on his chest and you pulled away, breaking with a string of saliva embarrassingly falling. his eyes fluttered open with yours and he huffed.

“so?”

“well—you’re—you’re definitely not as horrible as i imagined. b-but it could be gentler,” you whisper, stammering over words, cheeks hot and flushed.

he hummed, low in his chest, as if testing the weight of your words. “gentler, huh?” his hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you a fraction closer. “yeah, sure.” before you could inhale, he leaned down, poking your lips with his once, then twice, then continuing his assault on your lips.

an involuntary groan left your lips as he kissed you, guiding you further into your dorm. “mn- slower…” you said in between kisses, his breath mingling with yours. “slower, katsuki…” you instructed, earning a growl from him.

katsuki’s body loomed over yours as he backed you up into sitting on your bed. his hand trailed up your spine, fingers gripping the back of your neck to angel your head in a way that allowed him to practically devour you.

a moan left your lips and he froze.

he lowered his forehead to yours, breath warm and heavy, lips barely brushing your temple as he whispered, “you good?”

your heart hammered so loud you were sure he could hear it. you nodded, though your voice caught in your throat, breath hitching in a way that made you want to curl into him. “yeah, i’m…yeah don’t worry.” you clear your throat, holding yourself up on your arms behind you.

katsuki’s eyes find yours, staring intensely. his lips let out little pants here and there, but he noticed his positioning and how he was practically on top of you. “mn..” he got up and watched you get yourself together.

“for the record i,” your words reach out to him. “don’t think you’re a terible kisser. i mean you—you certainly know what you’re doing and i, uhm…maybe your ex just didn’t—“

“oh, shut up, already.” he pressed his lips to yours and caught your words in your throat. it was deeper, slower, like you had instructed. almost like he had wanted this for a long, long time.

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# pretty boy, the neighborhood ❧

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“you’re so pretty, kats.” you mumble, face squished into the pillow under your head. you’ve always admired how good looking your boyfriend was. he just had that naturally handsome look to him.

katsuki turns to you, eyes narrowed as he looks away from the manga he was reading. he’s fighting off a smirk, but he scowls. “tch. yeah, whatdo’you want…” he asks suspiciously.

you gasp in mock offense. how dare he think you only call him that so you could get something. “what? i can’t tell you you’re pretty?” you exclaim.

he rolls his eyes and shuts his manga, tossing it to the side of the bed. “y’only say shit like that to get me to do stuff for you.” he hums. “so what’ll it be this time, huh?”

with a shift of your head, you prop yourself up with your hand and pout. “nothing! you’re just pretty. handsome if that works.” you say.

katsuki’s eyes search yours for a few seconds before he clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth and looks away. “yeah, whatever. sappy piece of shit,” his palm reaches your face and he pushes your head to the pillow.

“heyyuh!” you complain, voice muffled from his hand literally on your face.

you hear him snicker under his breath as he reaches for his manga. with a smirk, you get up quickly and pounce on him. he groans and leans forward, but ends up falling off of the bed with you on top of him. “YO—“ you barely have time to retract yourself and you yelp.

you’re both now on the floor, laughing until your ribs can’t take it anymore.

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bf!daichi who spoils you quietly with the little things. you tell him your favorite drink once and he’s at the continence store buying a case so he can bring you one every morning until they run out. he remembers your coffee order like the back of his hand. also the type to hand you some kind of granola bar or fruit in the morning when you tell him you haven’t eaten. “i thought you might skip breakfast,” like it’s no big deal at all.

bf!daichi who’s a hand holder, thumb caressing and squeezing when he’s anxious or nervous or just thinking about something. if he’s not holding your hand or if he can’t, he’s resting a hand on your back, thumb moving back and forth against your skin.

bf!daichi who is the calm type of person when he’s jealous. he doesn’t get jealous often because he knows you’re his and his only, but he gets a little serious and short with his words. when you leave, he apologizes if he came off as too protective even though he barely did anything. “i just… don’t like seeing someone else try to get your attention like that.”

bf!daichi who’s love language is half-caretaking, half-quality time. he’ll cook for you, carry your heavy bag without needing to ask if you need help, throw a blanket over you before you even realize you’re cold. he loves existing in the same space as you. he doesn’t need constant chatter, he’s just there.

bf!daichi who’s hugs feel almost too unreal. he’s broad and warm, so they’re always inviting and make you melt like water in his arms. there have been times where you just needed a good cry and what better place to do it than your boyfriend’s strong arms?

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❛ redemption ༉‧₊˚✧ | K. Takami pt.1

tags , villain x hero type work | old relationship.

no word count bc i forgot to count…

tw, some heavy angst | mentions of drug use, prostitution, death

background ,

months before this, you were naked in his arms. he brushed hair out of your face, whispering to you that you could make a life with him. you could leave and get out of that shit hole you called a home. “you don’t have to be this. i can help you, if you’d just let me.” he kissed your shoulder, wings brushing against your bare skin. “i love you, reader.” god, for a moment, you wanted to believe him. but his words scared you more than the men you worked for.

so you’d left early the next morning, your clothes half-buttoned, your heart pounding as you slipped out before the sunlight hit the bed. you didn’t leave a note. you couldn’t because he’d come looking for you.

you never saw him again—until today.

your arms hung loosely, cuffed in front of you, your fingers twitching against each other like they could erase the memory.

through the small square of reinforced glass, you caught a glimpse of him again—standing with another officer, his hands in his pockets, posture casual. but his eyes flicked to you for just a heartbeat too long. the same eyes that once watched you sleep.

You sat at the metal table, shivering from being wet and cold. During your arrest it was raining, and the policeman weren’t as gentle with you. They didn’t care you were soaked. Your knees were still sore from them shoving you down and detaining you. To them, you were just another criminal.

The door opened with a soft click.

Keigo Takami stepped in.

He didn’t have wings anymore, but he didn’t need them to command the room. His coat hung differently without the weight of feathers, and his steps were silent against the floor. He closed the door behind him, the sound sharp being the only one in the otherwise still room, and walked to the table with that same unhurried pace that had once made you feel safe.

For a few seconds he just… looked at you. His eyebrows narrowed downwards and he swallowed his saliva. The sight of you beat up and worn down pissed him off. He made a mental note to chew out the officers who arrested you for leaving you like that.

He finally moved and pulled the chair in front of you out. He sat down and set the folder on the table in front of you. Your file. “State your name for the record.” he said, his voice calm and evened out.

You scoffed and stared for a moment. “You know my name.”

His eyes widened but he regained his composure. He gave you a look as if telling you not to reveal that again. “Procedure. What’s your name.”

You caught the flicker of his eyes toward the mirrored glass, toward the silhouettes you couldn’t see but felt.

Your name left your lips, and he wrote it down, each letter precise.

“Let’s get straight to the point,” he says. “You have connections with Crossbones. The head of weaponry underground sales.”

You roll your eyes as if it isn’t obvious. “Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” You say sarcastically. He didn’t like that one bit. You could tell from the way he carried himself he was exhausted, and in no state to be interrogating. He takes a deep breath and slams his hands on the table, startling you.

The metal rattled beneath your cuffs, the sound echoing in the small room. You flinched despite yourself, chains clinking against the tabletop.

“Enough,” he snapped, voice cutting through the stagnant air. It wasn’t the lazy, smooth tone you remembered from nights tangled up with him. It was hard, cold—but under the surface, you could hear the tremor of something else.

Frustration. Maybe fear.

He leaned forward, palms pressed flat against the table, golden eyes burning into yours. “You think this is a joke? That you can just roll your eyes and play games while you’re sitting in here?”

Your eyes widened and you swallows gently. He didn’t seem to be talking about the case any longer. Keigo bit back some of his words.

He exhaled sharply, straightening but leaving his hands on the table. “You’re in deep. Too deep. And I…” He caught himself, jaw tightening, the sentence cutting off as if yanked back on a leash. Behind the mirrored glass, the Commission watched, waiting for results. He couldn’t let them hear what he really wanted to say.

So he channeled it back into the interrogation.

“I’m done wasting time,” he said, voice low and steady again, though the faint rasp of stress clung to it. “I won’t ask again. Where is Crossbones?”

Your lips moved faster than your brain did, and that was a problem alone. “Downtown Sakura.” You said softly, eyes staring at him like you had found something you’d missed for such a long time. Why were you just now realizing it? How much you’ve missed Keigo Takami. How guilty you felt for leaving him like that.

Your voice trembled as you repeated yourself, quieter. “He’s moving shipments through Downtown Sakura. Tomorrow night around 9.”

Keigo’s eyes stayed locked on yours. To the Commission behind the glass, it was just an interrogator confirming a lead—but you could see the shift in him. His shoulders eased, just barely. His gaze softened for a fraction of a second before the wall went up again.

He wrote the location down, pen moving quickly, and then shut the folder with a crisp snap. You stood quiet and watched him. “Keigo…” you whispered, but he stood up before you could continue and shook his head.

Not here.

Not now.

Without a word, he slid the folder under his arm and made his way to the door. His steps were quiet, measured, every movement calculated for the people watching behind the mirrored glass. The professional mask never slipped.

The door opened with a soft click, and for a heartbeat, you swore you saw his shoulders tense, like he wanted to turn back. But he didn’t. He walked out, and the door shut behind him, leaving you in the cold hum of fluorescent lights, shivering and soaked, with his name still lingering on your tongue.

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bakugo’s sister/brother

a/n, i keep thinking how it would be if katsuki had a sibling.

if they both went into the hero course, i just KNOW they’d be a sick ass duo. or aizawa’s worst fucking nightmare. two bakugo’s in the same class has to be a recipe for disaster.

having katsuki as an older brother would be like having another dad.

he’s secretly proud of all of his sibling’s accomplishments. does brag about them to his parents or even kirishima. he never tells them though. keeps it underwraps as much as possible unless they happen to bring it up like “oh, yeah katsuki/bakugo told me about that”

someone messes with them, he’s all up on that ass. he would fight for his little sibling if they couldn’t do it themselves. if they could, he’d encourage them to fight. “you lose, i’m kicking your ass when you get home.”

i don’t think he’d be too physically affectionate with his sibling. maybe a dap up or a hug here and there, but nothing like leaning on them. they might do it to him, but that would be about it.

he drags you along with him to train. if you have a quirk, he’ll help you push it to it’s greatest limits. his mom often scolds him for getting you into trouble when you cause a ruckus in the training grounds, but she’s secretly glad you two are bonding in your own way.

if he had an older sister or brother.

katsuki would have probably grown up comparing himself to his older sibling, striving to be a better version of them if they were strong with their Quirk.

tons of yelling matches. his older sibling might tease him about that temper on him, and he goes off. “____, leave your brother alone,” mitsuki would say, annoyed by the back and forth taunting.

they’re the only person he actually listens to. he trusts their better judgement, so when he’s about to do something irrationally and his sibling checks him, he grumbles angrily but rethinks his decisions.

hates being babied or messed with by his older sibling. hates his hair being ruffled like he’d a damn 5 year old. (he doesn’t hate it.) and rarely says “i love you”’s out loud in front of others.

[moonietuney]

you like watching those animation disney movies, but katsuki never understood them. not until he watched one of them with you.

you had begged him all week.

“come on, kats…” you whined, sprawled across his bed with a pillow hugged against his chest. “just one of them. i swear you’ll like it.”

“like hell i’ll voluntarily watch that bullcrap.” he finishes the last of his push-ups before he grunts and wipes sweat off of his forehead. you pout, eyes on him still pleading.

it was ridiculously effective, that pout. he scoffed and walked over to stand over you. you blinked, tilting your head before you sat up quickly. as you smirked, you began reaching for his waist band while sitting on your knees.

“tempting.” he huffs. katsuki leans forward, his hand behind your neck. “you wanna watch one so bad, huh?” he teased, tilting his head.

“yes,” you nod.

“kiss me, then.” katsuki said firmly.

you gave him a soft, gentle kiss and he smirked, pressing his lips against yours once more, then pulling away again. “alright get it ready. m’gonna go shower.”

when he walked out of the dorm to the showers, you cackled and giggled into the sheets. he had you kicking your feet and giggling like a mid who’d just gotten a candy. he was so AUAHEHEISHSH. you ended up watching Encanto. an animation about family, magic, and some tragedy.

by the end of the movie, katsuki was leaninng into you, sniffling. you snapped your head towards him. “are you crying?!”

“what?! no!” he denied. “your shampoo’s just…fuckin’ with my allergies.” a lie far fetched but you giggled and just pat his chest.

“told you you’d like it.”

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‧₊˚ 「 nekomaboys x thicc!gf 」 ⇢ headcanons ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

occasional nsfw stuff

Kuroo Tetsuro

• he’s so handsy with you. hands on your hips, ass, and thighs are a constant. in public, his hands are on the small of your back.

• he loves hugging you from behind, kissing your shoulders and arms like you’re the most precious thing in the world. also loves kissing your cheeks and poking them. he thinks they’re adorable and sometimes gets cuteness aggression he bites them. you smacked him once. he almost cried.

• secretly likes when guys ogle you. he smirks and pulls you into him by your waist, always thinking a ‘yeah that’s right, she’s alllll mine.’

• begs you to sit on his face. yes you’re scared you’ll suffocate him, but he needs it. “please, baby. i can handle it, you wont hurt me.” he reassures you. he’s in absolute heaven when you finally give in. whispering a ‘yess’ before you go down.

Kenma Kozume

• lowkey obsessed with your body. he’ll try to be nonchalant about it, but he loves when you sit on his lap and nervously adjust yourself as if you’re scared to crush him. he squeezes your ass and shakes his head. “don’t move, you’re perfectly fine right there.”

• loves to leave love bites on your thighs and tummy. he whispers sweet nothings into your skin, making sure you know just how much he loves this body.

• snarls at anyone who dares to make a joke about your weight or body. he’s not usually a confrontational guy, but he’ll stand up for you. “what did you just say.” he’ll glare daggers into their soul like they’ve just offended him

• cant cook to save his life, but he likes sitting on the counter, kicking his feet and watching you. he giggles when you come over and feed him the food you’re making occasionally. he smiles. “mm. that’s good.”

Yaku Morisuke

• acts all tough and stuff but is absolutely in love with your body, especially your ass. he isn’t subtle about it. the type to smack your it when you pass him in the kitchen just to hear you yelp.

• loves lifting you up, proving to you that he can. when you tell him to be careful he chuckles and carries you bridal style. it embarrasses you until he breaks no sweat. “told ya i could pick you up.”

• once caught someone staring for too long and he stepped up to the 6 foot guy. “got a staring problem, pal?” he bucked up to him and the guy nervously laughed and walked away.

• the king of compliments. if you ever feel insecure, he’s right there like: “you kidding me right now? you’re beautiful, shut up.” he grumbles in between kisses.

Yamamoto Taketora

• your #1 hype man. he will audibly gasp and say, “DAMN BABE” every time you wear something tight or short around him. he’s practically drooling.

• he’s a munch like it’s his whole life. will go down on you with full dedication, adoration in his eyes as he feels the weight of your thighs on his shoulders, lacing his fingers with yours while you squirm and whine in front of him

• acts like a fool and embarrasses himself just to get you to laugh when you’re feeling self-concious. sometimes he ends up hurting himself but anything to hear that laugh.

• genuinely doesn’t understand why you get shy when he compliments you. you’ll hear “sexy,” “gorgeous,” and “my pretty girl,” multiple times a day.

Lev Haiba

• LOVESS picking you up during sex—against walls, on the edge of the bed, anywhere he can show off his strength. it turns him on because it makes him feel nice and strong when you gasp in surprise breathlessly.

• lev makes sure you eat well when you’re trying to deny yourself food. he brings your favorite snacks around and will often say “you need your energy. i just want you happy.”

• if you ever want to try a new outfit or style, lev will be your biggest cheerleader — cheering loudly and telling you you look amazing every single time.

• squishes your cheeks and pouts when you cry. “you’re so beautiful. please don’t speak bad about someone i love.” he tells you when you’re being too harsh on yourself.

Yuki Shibayama

• little spoon energy. he likes when you cuddle him because it makes him feel nice and safe. secure, even. he mumbles “i love you’s” sleepily every time you lie down with him.

• yuki touches you like you’re the most precious thing in the whole world. he’ll rub circles on your sides, let you hug him from behind, and shyly kiss your cheeks when you let him.

• he gets flustered so easily. the first time he sees you naked, his whole face goes bright red and his jaw drops—but he can’t stop staring. he’ll stammer out something like: “y-you’re so… so pretty… I don’t even…”

• loves when your cheeks puff out when you’re eating. he coos and almost cries. “oh my god the cheekies—“ you slap his hands when he tries to poke them.

a/n , i love them they’re so cute

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can you do some more jujutsu kaisen stuff i rly loved that itadori one it was so yummy 😝😝🤍🤍

TSYM CUTIE. here’s a cute yuuta thingy to hold ya’ll off.

— ♯ talk too much , COIN/song. | yuuta okkotsu

he’d been at it for almost fifteen minutes. doing nothing but rambling on about his technique and all that.

“i mean—okay, i think i did pretty good during training today. but gojo-sensei said my stance looked too stiff. i’ve been working on it for such a long time now i thought i had it nailed down but apparently it wasn’t enough and now i’m worried that when something happens i won’t be ready and it’s just…”

“yuuta…”

“and—and—i know i shouldn’t care because he’s mg teacher, y’know and i..i dunno maybe it’s just—“

you didn’t bother letting him finish. he was always the yapper. you got up from your bed and you approached him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to you, hands now making their way on his chest.

he froze halfway through his rant and his words slowed themselves, like you had pressed pause on his entire train of thought.

yuuta’s adams apple bobbed, his throat tight as your hands maneuvered around. “o—oh…hi,” he breathes shakily, voice going a higher octave as his eyes meet yours. gods above, you were gorgeous.

“hi,” you coo and lean forward to kiss his lips. he groans and whines almost, hand almost immediately attaching to the back of your neck. he was so love drunk even a kiss could get him melt on the spot.

when you pulled away, yuuta was flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears, staring at you like he’d just woken from a dream.

“i… uh…” he swallowed. “i forgot what I was saying.”

you grinned, tugging him a little closer. “good.”

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there’s something just comforting about mornings with katsuki bakugo. he could be in the shower and you could be taking the fattest piss ever without blinking an eye. no shame, no hesitation. that’s what mornings with him are like. and he’s comfortable with how it is.

sometimes, you’ll lean into the shower curtain and compliment his ass and slap it. he shrieked the first time you did and almost killed you for it. “NO FUCKING WAY YOU JUST DID THAT,” he yelled.

you check his morning breath when you brush your teeth side by side. he’ll spit in the sink and turn to you and breathe. “EUGH. yeah it needs more time to marinate,” you’ll tell him and he puts you in an automatic headlock.

“oh yeah?”

“KATSUKI I HAVE TOOTHPASTE IN MY MOUTH BRO.” you protest loudly with a mouthful of bubbly toothpaste.

never a dull day in the home you shared.

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can ya’ll tell he’s my favorite character yet?

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boyfriend things | D. Kaminari

kaminari is so smitten with you it’s almost like an obsession.

he’s like a lovesick puppy constantly orbiting your space finding any excuse to touch you, talk to you, or just exist in your general vicinity.

he memorizes all of your little habits and sometimes mimics them involuntarily. his camera roll is filled with little pictures of you and even things that remind him of you.

He wants to be involved in everything you do. If you’re studying, suddenly he’s “studying” too, even though he’s mostly staring at you. If you’re on your phone, he’s leaning over your shoulder asking what you’re looking at.

he’ll happily ditch his friends to be with you, although he cares about them deeply. if people flirt with you, he gets really overly protective. his fingers squeeze the flush of your waist repetitively as he whispers jokes in your ear to gravitate your attention back to him should it ever falter away.

kaminari denki loves you. and he loves you loudly.

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[moonietuney]

katsuki is obsessed with making out with you. it’s not always soft or gentle with him, but it’s never forced or unnecessarily rough. he bites, he nips, and groans against your lips like he can’t get enough of you. and honestly, he can’t.

he’s not the type to half-ass his affection or shy away from showing it. if he wants you, he’ll make it known and he’s going to take his time with you. making sure you feel his love in his affection.

when you scold him breathlessly, he just stares at you. “katsuki! i can’t breathe, dummy!” you’ll whisper yell.

he chuckles against your lips and kisses down your jaw. “hnm…then breathe later.” and he goes right back up to your lips.

and the worst (or best) part is he’ll get pouty if he hasn’t kissed you in a while. he’ll follow you around, glaring, muttering curses under his breath until you finally grab his shirt and pull him in.

kissing you has turned into his favorite addiction—one he’s never planning to quit.

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