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plutopitou · 4 months ago

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I needed this so badly

// ⋆ well shit…here i am, back on my bullshit, writing about the man who inspired me to start this blog in the first place.

// ⋆ no warnings, fluffy fluff with my main man katsuki. take it!!! (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

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Some of the best moments in your relationship are in the evening. When Katsuki crawls into bed right after his nightly shower.

It’s late. Super late. So late, in fact, you’ve completed your own routine and have curled up under the covers. Dinner, shower, skin care, putting on your favorite lotion, etc. You’d reached the point of scrolling on your phone without a care, the TV playing in the background for white noise.

Katsuki comes home from patrol just as the grip on your phone starts to become lax, eyelids drooping, mind jerking awake to find the same video has played on an endless loop for the past five minutes.

Katsuki calls out as he strides down the hallway. “You in bed already princess?” He’s shoeless entering the bedroom, headband pushed up to hold back his bangs, and he reeks of sweat.

“Mhmm. Was gonna try and wait up for you so we could shower together, but I got too tired.” You drop your phone and reach both arms out for him. “C’mere.”

Katsuki hums, bending down once he reaches the bed, wrapping you up in a warm hug when you meet him halfway. “Careful, I smell fuckin’ terrible. I didn’t shower at work.”

“Don’t care,” you say, squeezing him tight. His tank top is a bit damp. “You smell like burnt caramel mostly, so it’s not too bad.”

“You’re fuckin’ lying,” he says with a laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple and releasing you from the hug. You flop onto the mattress, boneless. “I was soaked in sweat before I left, it’s more than just fuckin’ caramel. It’s ass.”

Laughter bursts out of you. “Alright! Alright, you caught me, I was lying. You stink. Go shower please.”

Katsuki returns to the kitchen and eats whatever leftovers you put in the fridge first, then jumps in the shower, eager to end the night with cuddling. Once done he turns off all the lights, leaves the TV on, and slips under the blankets in his briefs only.

Clean, fresh, and something salty reminding you of the ocean fills your nose. Katsuki’s been trying a new body wash and it’s amazing. He relaxes on his back, arm raising to welcome you in, and waits. You snuggle into his side instantly.

He’s a touch too warm from the water, skin so soft and so smooth. Satisfied and in love, you rest your head on his chest, unable to recall a time you’ve ever felt safer or happier in your life. The feeling of contentment radiates to the tips of your toes.

You search for the covers and pull them up, an arm draping across his stomach as hugs you close. Katsuki runs his free hand through his hair to shake out the access water, and a few cool drops hit your cheek, which he then wipes off with his thumb and mumbles an apology.

His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip. Fighting off sleep is close to impossible now and the TV is still on.

“Kat,” you murmur. “I’m not making it through the next episode.” Your voice cracks with sleep.

“S’okay, princess. I’ll be up for a second, go ahead and knock out.”

You sigh and push into him even more. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, tone as sweet as honey. “To the moon and back.”

#bakugou x reader #pitou.recs #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha x reader

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plutopitou · 5 months ago

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Reading all these later

geto suguru // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

curious cat

lucky shot

dishonorable

what if i penned you like a tragedy, because i couldn't save you, but maybe it's enough that i tried

an acquired taste

to the wolves

wish you were sober

too tired to think (hug me)

gentle glow / deep thought

subway stations

mermaid motel

twelve minutes

waltz for sweatpants

tutorial on how not to get over your ex

butterflies

wouldst thou like to live deliciously?

in another lifetime

let the right one in

stealing glances, stealing hearts

an inescapable fate

wash it away

you never called

forever mine nevermind

do not answer

love me until i love myself

sweet

lillies

all my love, suguru

sooner or later.

so you were......... nothing?

sharing a kiss on new year's eve

controversy

summer nights

a grave of the future

muse

what if you're someone i just want around (i'm falling again)

i'd wait for you

#geto suguru #geto suguru x reader

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plutopitou · 6 months ago

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BETTER THAN A BLANKET!

katsuki bakugou x f ! reader ᯓ★ 1.04k words. fluff / established relationship / not proofread / maybe ooc but you know… it’s a sleepy bakugou

katsuki has this habit of moving you on top of him. it’s a very pure, almost natural, but mindless action that just happens when you’re together.

it happens more frequently on a lazy, late afternoon during his off days. when the sun’s about to set and the both of you are enjoying each other’s company. laying down side by side, comfortable in each other’s silence.

the errands for the day were done and instead of going on a date outside, you opted to just get back home quickly—he definitely had no complaints at all, in fact, he was happy to stay at home with you, especially since he was barely even at home because of the several missions and emergencies he was dispatched to. to him, a big flaw of being a hero is being away from their lover for long periods of time—but it’s always more important that the world you helped widen for him is safer for you.

when you got home, you watched a few movies with him. laughing about the cheesy romcoms that’s number one on the streaming site. throwing popcorn when he mocks a cringy line. “well shit, he was really fucking stupid for that. can’t be me.” was your favorite comment from him, making a mental note in your head that he really hates slow-burn romance. definitely hates cheating routes too, thinking the whole film is a waste of time.

sooner or later, the two of you end up getting a little drowsy, wanting to take that power nap that the two of you deserved after the hell you guys went through this week. both of you are just waiting for sleep to hit and drift off in each other’s arms.

this moment you have with him is always special, never failing to tug on your heartstrings, especially since the golden shine of the sun passes through the thin curtains of your lovely home, landing perfectly on his pretty face that’s trying to blink and stay awake all because he always preferred you falling asleep first. half lidded eyes that still shined prettily accompanied by the warm rays.

when katsuki gets extra groggy and sluggish, he pulls you over on top him all too suddenly. tugging at your arm, looking at you like a puppy wanting treats. his mouth’s in a straight line yet his eyes already is saying a lot, it is one of the most expressive parts of him if he chooses not to speak.

and you let him, moving on top of him while he maneuvered you to however he liked, landing on him with a soft thud. you scoot a little bit to be more comfortable. nuzzling your face against his neck when you’re already put in place, “he smells so nice,” you think. he wraps his arms around you in such a tender embrace—you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. also spreading his legs apart so yours could stay on the mattress in case your legs get numb later on, he’s so considerate.

your arms under his while you softly cling to the sleeves of his shirt. you’re both chest to chest, almost feeling each other’s heartbeats. he loved doing this so much because you being his very own personal blanket would always bring him comfort. you’re always just so full of warmth and he always wants to feel it from head to toe—this is just the best position to have it possible.

you’ll talk for a bit, saying how you missed him all week and he grins at you. “yeah? your boyfriend left you all alone huh? what a dumbass.” and then you’ll tell him some stories about what you did at work, chatting about how the coffee machine keeps breaking cause an intern hasn’t learned to use it properly. he’d give you replies in small phrases, happily listening to your voice while fighting the drowsiness that’s kicking in. chuckles whenever your pitch gets higher from your rants. then you’d go back to telling him how you saw him at the news the other day, how you always worried a lot, which always made him a little sad but it couldn’t be helped.

but you’re pouting at him so cutely he ends up smiling. “i’m here now aren’t i?” he asks in a way that reassures you. “mhm, safe and sound.” you say, nudging your cheek against his.

you really wished time could slow down, even for just a bit, just to have katsuki all to yourself for a little while longer.

eventually your chat with him turns to a slower pace, your voice gradually getting softer and softer, and words more disconnected as your mind gets hazy with sleep.

he mumbles a small, “sleepy?” and you snuggle deeper onto him, which immediately translates to his head as a ‘yes.’ he doesn’t ‘bother’ you anymore with any other words or further conversation. instead, he kisses the top of your head while he waits for you to drift off before him. and he repeatedly tells you how much he loved you, at least in his head he did.

you’re closing your eyes while he rubs your back, soothing you into that dreamscape while you hope to see him right there next to you just like you are now.

when you wake up you’re in the same place you were in, except the extra warmth on your back with your puffy comforter that katsuki somehow placed on without waking you.

you figured it’s time to start preparing dinner from how dark the room is. yet, with the way he looked so cute sleeping so soundly under the cool hue of the moonlight you think it’s probably fine to sleep for a few more minutes.

and you kiss him just for a little while before you lay back down. not knowing he was awake a few minutes after you did and hoped you wouldn’t notice the blush that’s creeping up his cheeks. “that was dangerous,” he thought to himself. maybe it was cause he was still high off from his dream but whenever you make his heart skip a beat this much it makes him want to ask you to be his girlfriend again (i think this definitely calls for a ring katsuki!)

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plutopitou · 6 months ago

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IM LATE BUT THE HIS SEQUEL IS HERE!!????? Im about to throw up and reread the entire first story omfgggggg imma cry

Ours (His Sequel) | 1 |

Pairing: Yandere Bakugou x Reader Chapter Title: Sixteen Weeks Chapter 2 Story Masterlist Summary: You've been here before. It's not just yourself that you have to look after now, though. You'd be stupid to think he's going to let you out of his sight so easily this time. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED: Please be aware this work contains depictions of violence and other graphic content that the reader may feel uncomfortable with or otherwise triggered by. This is a yandere story; not a love story.

WARNINGS: sensory deprivation, pregnancy fetish, overall fucked situation

Footsteps.

(Y/n) stopped struggling weeks ago.

It was muffled, but she felt the distinct clink of the locks through the wood of the house before the shoji door slid open. The headphones over her ears silenced many of the surrounding noises of the home, but she quickly learned to recognize the vibrations of the locks’ clinks and tcchs. She didn’t know, not really, but the door was modified. Holes were drilled into the side of the frame, perfect for a deadbolt to slide into the notch.

(Y/n) couldn’t see him, but she knew it was Katsuki entering the room. It was never anyone else. The sleeping mask typically only came off during feedings or when Katsuki felt like showing her the ultrasound images.

Katsuki slid the door closed behind him, bare feet padding across the wooden floor to (Y/n). He held a baby doppler in his hand. He came in at least once a day to check the baby’s heartbeat. Sometimes twice. If he’s having a bad day, three.

(Y/n) held her tears; she held everything she could whenever he entered. Her arms were tied behind her back around the support beam of the new house. Katsuki was considerate enough to position them so her circulation wouldn’t get cut off. He’d check by gently squeezing the skin of her arms between his fingers, ensuring the area he pressed regained its original color. (Y/n) couldn’t stretch her limbs and was losing muscle mass, so Katsuki tried his best to massage her whenever he could. Or wanted to. Her legs hung uselessly around her; she tried kicking around her weeks ago when she first came to, feeling for some familiar grounding or item, anything that could be used as a tool or even just let her know that she wasn’t alone in the room, but Katsuki removed everything. (Y/n) saw the vastly empty room clear as day whenever he took her blindfold off.

There was nothing but herself. Herself and the waste bucket that Katsuki so generously cleaned daily.

The rope binding (Y/n)’s arms has never been loosened or undone – only readjusted. She didn’t know if she would even remember how to use her arms if she ever got out of here.

When. When she got out of here.

No, if, you dumb fucking cow.

She didn’t whimper, didn’t move, as she felt Katsuki’s weight through the floor in front of her. The ball gag sat heavy in her mouth, her teeth pressing indents into the silicone. Katsuki squatted in front of her naked form. He didn’t say anything, as his eyes fixated on her growing belly. (Y/n) tensed as she felt a cool gel being squirted on her abdomen, followed by a probe gently rubbing it around. There was a vibration in the air – white noise, maybe? (Y/n) couldn’t hear or see anything, but she figured Katsuki turned the baby doppler on. He slowly began moving the probe around the middle of (Y/n)’s belly, just above her pubic bone, searching for his baby’s heartbeat. Just as he usually does when he visits her room.

(Y/n) remained still against the wooden support beam. Weeks ago, her legs would’ve twitched with the need to kick him. He was sitting so close to her; she could feel the heat coming from him. But now, she could only shake.

Katsuki pushed the probe down deeper into her skin. He did that when he couldn’t find the heartbeat within five seconds.

Bum, bum, bum, bum!

Katsuki held the probe once he found it and listened.

“Coming up on sixteen weeks…,” (Y/n) didn’t even hear garbled mumbles. She felt the vibrations of his voice somewhere in the air around her. He was talking, but she didn’t know why he did that. He knows he can’t hear her. Katsuki wrote something down, clicking his pen.

(Y/n) shifted – or tried to. She wanted to stretch her legs. Katsuki would have previously hesitated upon seeing her movement, anticipating a kick or some sort of flailing; however, she’s done a lot of work in gaining his trust back. A hand cupped her right cheek, gentle and familiar, but she flinched upon contact, finally letting out all the whimpers she’d been holding in. Her teeth dug ridges into the ball gag, but that was fine in Katsuki’s eyes. He was planning on replacing this one soon anyway.

He gently pulled an earpad of the headphones away from one of (Y/n)’s ear, and even though the room was otherwise silent, sound waves from the air flooded her ear as if she just burst from underwater. She inhaled sharply at the sudden intrusion, not realizing how long she must’ve been without noise.

“You’re doing so well,” Katsuki praised gently. His voice was much softer today, calmer.

One final pat on the side of her face was given before the earpad was replaced on her ear. The silence and all it consumed – Katsuki’s breathing, the creak of the wood beneath them, the settling of the house, a rerun of an All Might marathon playing in another room, cars driving by on the main road – it all disappeared, and she was left with the pulse of her heart in her ears and the ache of her shoulders. And that thing.

Katsuki’s presence in front of her retreated. She felt the footsteps through the wooden floorboard once more before the door closed behind them. Several locks followed. She could feel the vibrations of those, too.

Sixteen weeks. Sixteen weeks she’d felt that thing growing inside of her. She was unable to keep track of the passage of time, so Katsuki was kind enough to do that for her, as well as remind her of how far along she was as each week passed. It was a fixation of his, the baby. It was starting to move now – just a few small jumps here or there. It wasn’t often, but it was often enough to serve as a reminder of its existence, and she was envious of its apparent free roam of her body. It was a guest inhabiting her, but it had more control of her body and her life than she did like a parasite latching onto its host and steering its destination.

Her breasts were sore. Everything was sore. Her jaw felt stuck from clamping around the gag ball for hours and days with only a break to eat food she didn’t even want. She knew that eating nourished not only her, but it as well.

Katsuki knew she wanted to kill it.

The hatred grew deep in her gut and up her spine. The hate she should have felt towards Katsuki spiraled towards the unborn fetus, unaware of its own existence in her stomach. It was the only one keeping her company, and yet, she resented every part of its existence.

The fetus moved, then, as if it could read (Y/n)’s mind and was sending its very own ‘Fuck you’ back to her. It was a slight jolt to the left – very slight. However, with all of her other senses besides touch and smell deprived from her, she couldn’t help but notice every single little movement in her belly.

He returned later that night.

It was feeding time.

Katsuki continued to prepare lavish meals for (Y/n) daily, hand-feeding her each bite and ensuring she swallowed. He enjoyed doing it. It felt like a bonding ritual. The way he waited between each hand-fed bite for her to swallow, watching as the food moved down her throat and into her stomach, knowing it was nourishing his child. Despite the removal of the gag, (Y/n) never spoke to him. She never asked him if he could release her or even loosen her bindings slightly. There was no begging, no pleading, no ‘I promise, I’ll be good’s. Katsuki didn’t typically make an effort to speak to her either, as his attention fixated on his care. He couldn’t help the way he stared at his baby growing in her belly as she ate.

He knelt in front of her, eyeing the waste bucket in the corner of the room. He emptied it after each use, but sometimes, it was difficult for him to catch whenever (Y/n) had to relieve herself.

Looking (Y/n) over as he knelt, he noticed that she had urinated on herself.

Katsuki wasn’t upset. He would clean up the polished wooden floor without any complaints. Instead, he blamed himself. He should think about adjusting her bathroom schedule and perhaps even try to return home sooner from his patrols so that they can avoid this in the future.

(Y/n) knew he wasn’t going to punish her for peeing on herself. Months ago – or even a year ago – she would have found herself shaking upon Katsuki’s inspection. Now, though, it felt routine.

Katsuki knew she needed to go to a doctor to ensure the baby’s health. He just didn’t feel like it was time yet.

Once (Y/n) finished eating the food he prepared for her, he replaced the gag and left the room momentarily. He returned a couple of minutes later – (Y/n) could feel the vibration of his weight through the wood. He removed her headphones gingerly, and (Y/n) inhaled sharply at the welcoming sensation of every single intricate noise that surrounded her. She couldn’t see him, but she felt him begin to wipe the urine off her and around where she sat.

“You’re supposed to get mood swings and shit,” he muttered. (Y/n) couldn’t respond. Katsuki didn’t know that she was feeling the mood swings; the only emotion she truly felt, though, was rage.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #yandere bakugou katsuki #pitou.recs

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plutopitou · 6 months ago

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Its ok im just crying bc this is so cute im ok im ok im ok

deaf!bakugou likes to feel the vibrations of your body.

to paint a clear picture, he doesn’t have his hearing aids in, and you two are in resting in bed after a few rounds of making love (and consoling your fiancée when he started tearing up and signing about how he was fucking pissed he couldn’t hear you moaning his name)

the sun’s orange glow as it sets just outside your window beams a gorgeous light onto you both, glistening with sweat. it’s a comfortable few minutes before you remember a juicy story you’d overheard earlier that day, and you gently tap the space next to your lover (you didn’t have to though cuz he was already staring at you with cheesy adoration).

you slightly pull yourself away from his beefy chest to begin expressively signing your daily piece of gossip. you always speak out loud when you sign, even though you know he can’t hear you. and as you’re signing with speedily, facial expressions big and enthusiastic, katsuki’s eyes dart to your lips every two seconds, nostalgically remembering the sound of your gorgeous voice before the war.

he huffs, signing wait. you pause with confusion before he shuffles forward so two of his fingers could rest on your throat. he feels you swallow and a little grin writes itself upon his face. he gives you a tiny nod to continue. and he smiles at the heavy buzzing against his digits.

#katsuki bakugou x you #pitou.recs #katsuki bakugou x reader

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plutopitou · 8 months ago

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◇ Crimson Comet

keigo takami | hawks x female reader

genre: nsfw smut, angstyyy

He comes and goes like a reoccurring comet in the sky that you admire. A constant game of push and pull; you’ll do anything for him to not leave you again. And Keigo just can’t say no to his pretty girl on her knees begging | 18+ MDNI

word count: 2.8k

warnings: he’s mean again haha but not really. Thigh/boot riding, smut, throat fucking, reader cries and is needy and desperate, dumbification :o angsty storyline- keigo has commitment issues

thank you guys so much for the response on my first post last week, hope you enjoy this one as well ♡

He almost makes it to the edge of the door before you pool yourself to the ground in front of him, falling like a tower of bricks. Tears are dripping faster than your heart down the sides of his boots, laminating the hard leather shoe, giving the moon an opportunity to reflect back at you from the chill of the open window. The ambiance overwhelming the room perfectly with your sorrowful fervor.

Whimpering, clutching on the thick fabric of his pants, so close you can smell the faint scent of linen and fresh air, air he glides through with ease; a comet in your sky.

You don’t want him to pass you by like the rest of them.

Past partners disappointing you to no end; consistently leaving you to the dust as if you never mattered and can’t give enough to satisfy when you gave them everything you had. Your heart pinches with the thought of him being a past memory, not wanting to let go as if he’ll immediately disappear. You will give every material item, every part of your body for his to own to just stay.

The winged hero is a very passionate person when he needs to be, when it’s short term. A type of skill that had to be learned. Feigning a type of emotion was almost easier than presenting it naturally, losing his real sense of zealousness many years ago.

However with you, he found his smiles to be something that did not come as a second thought. Finding himself feel a sense of accomplishment and joy whenever he saw the corners of your lip quirk up in laughter from his many quick-witted jokes. He knew from how quick his heart paced when he glazed his eyes down your withering body underneath him buzzing for more that you make him genuine.

He sees how much your eyes light up in excitement when he comes through the balcony, counting on him as if he was your boyfriend.

But he just loves to dangle the candle connected to your heart in front of you and tease snuffing it out just to see your face, his sadistic nature always coming to fruition. He just isn’t sure how long he can keep it up before he disappoints you, he is trying to do you a favor. The best thing is to abandon your purity before the stain can never come out.

And the truth being he is not your boyfriend. Someone that comes and goes for weeks at a time is not a partner, and it is reminded to Keigo every day. But you make it so hard for him to stay away when you beg like this.

The golden locked man doesn’t dare speak a word, eyes drooping in exhaustion watching you plead and beg for him to stay. A warzone in his soul fighting the threshold of satisfaction he gets from seeing you beg so beautifully below him with a twinge of pain in his heart that never goes unnoticed. Pushing your hair back he wants to see your face in its glory, looking up at him like a shrine, completely flushed out, tears flowing down swollen lips he would kill to fuck in this moment.

Rubbing his large, glove covered hand over your lustrous cheeks, thumb over your lips, Keigo wanted to let you down softly. “Sweet girl, you know I can’t do this anymore, we’ve been over this..” He can’t help but puff a soft sigh, not halfway finished before he watches the dam in your weary eyes spill over even more, digging your head in his hand trying to cover up your hiccups of sorrow.

You sit back on your calfs completely drained, wiping your eyes trying to stabilize your uneven breath. “K-Kei.. please don’t leave me-”

Because you weren’t sure he would come back this time.

Keigo crouches down just above eye level looking down at your weeping figure as if you’re a child, analyzing just how bad you want it with a sharp, stoic stare. He’s always had an aptitude for how heavy his gaze can be, it makes you shuffle in discomfort and want to turn away in insecurity. His large vermilion wings downturned behind him trying not to give away his next move.

You avoid the set of eyes on his handsome face, choosing to look at his sharp nose, or the light unshaven stubble on his chin. Your head pondering the possibility of him staying, what do you have to do?

Finally, you stare back at him longingly, swiftly trying to move close for a kiss but before you fill the gap, he clutches your jaw harshly with a single hand, squishing your cheeks together in the process. Not once sharing a kiss together, he was taken aback, giving you a gut reaction.

He can very clearly see your miserable, devestated face, knowing just how much you’d give up for him. The golden-eyed man revels in your submissive nature, and deep down he knows he’s a poisonous plant you have to stop eating from because you think it’s safe.

How many times did he have to remind you of that?

This is exactly what he didn’t want. He didn’t want you to give up the last ounce of respect you have for yourself in exchange for his love, for his attention. But there is no use trying to change the mind of a person who has already made it up. And if you want it so bad your only choice is to parade yourself for him, for his enjoyment.

“Show me, then.” He whispers softly.

Keigo thinks it’s so cute watching your eyes light up with hope. “Show you what?” You ask meekly, playing with your hands in your lap from the anxiety.

“Show me how bad you want it, how badly you want me to stay..” he says as he sits up and leans back, “In any way you think is necessary.. but you’re really gonna have to beg for this one, birdy.” Keigo looks down at you as he settles himself on the edge of the table.

You immediately knew he wasn’t looking for some heart to heart discussion. And to be fair you both never actually used a real conversation to fix your problems, unless the ones where you cry while he fucks you, mock asking why you’re such a bitch for him counts.

He crosses his arms, waiting to see what you’ll do when he’s not the one pushing you.

Looking down you feel the pressure of him putting you on the spot. Your old tears still a little bubble reflecting the moonlight on his black leather work boots. Secretly, Keigo knows you love when he bosses you around, telling you what to do and how to do it, silly little girl would not even let him ask twice.

It’s like he always knew what would happen, you’ll do anything for him.

Gaining a sudden rush of confidence, you softly grab and pull the leather glove off his hand, it feeling warm and slightly calloused from years of hero work, veins showing just how much power he has. Pushing your skirt up you sit your covered slit directly on his boot and hump slowly, letting your body heat up turning soft and weak for him.

Keigo looks at you with hidden lust letting you guide his thumb into your hot mouth, shooting a low curse under his breath watching you look so erotic for him. So eager you practically fuck yourself on his leg, gripping on, cheek smooshed against his knee while you suck his thumb because your mouth is so wanting.

You writhe and moan, your slick pairing with the smooth material of his boot, making it so easy for you to glide up and down, leaking even more from how good it feels. Keigo struggles to hold back, his sweet girl who is his little pillow princess finally taking what she wants for once, contaminating you once more. Gazing down your lidded eyes he thinks you’d look so much better if he just locked your head and shoved it into his clothed cock.

On a shooting star, Keigo wished you were like every other woman he’s been intimate with, if you were it would make him walking away from you so much easier than this. Wishing you were someone that was just as fucked up as him, but you never carried such a sadistic nature he does, and he knew if someone shot at his bleeding body you wouldn’t hesitate to jump in front.

But look where it has the both of you, once again mewing for him to dick you down. And it’s exactly what he’s going to do to you.

Keigo rips his hand out your mouth, immediately ripping his thick work jacket off his body. Standing over you, you can’t help but feel so helpless and wet in the process; the reciprocated attention blazing through your body like little white sparkles.

He shows off his amazing invert triange upper body that took years of hard work to maintain, you watch it flex underneath his black and gold accented compression shirt, not even bothering to remove it. The long sleeved clothing he only wears in the winter. You feel so lucky to be up close, watching his lean body ache for you as you do him.

Keigo rips his belt off, slides his pants down just enough to bring out his hard cock. Not wanting to wait any longer you immediately bring your head in just for a taste.

He grips the back of your hair by the root, grips the base and holds it close enough to kiss but not touch, looking so intimidating. “Don’t be so fucking impatient..”

Scoffing, Keigo arches your head, “Give it a nice good lick, sweetheart, then maybe i’ll think about fucking your mouth, alright?”

Without a second thought you tilt back your neck and lick from base to tip with Keigo’s hand digging in your hair, hissing with a light curse. You love watching him hold back so much, feigning to be the good guy here. Locking eyes you give a slight lick against his tip, wiping away the escaped precum with a cute smile, watching the slight shiver from his exhaled breath.

A fake laugh escapes his lips, smiling while tounging his top canine tooth in surprise. “Ok, birdy, lets play it your way.” Taking ahold of your jaw, he squeezes, pushing the grip of his cock right into your hot whore mouth. “Oh fuck-“ Keigo releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding until he finally enters your hot cavernous mouth.

It’s the way you let him do this, that is what makes him so ridiculously hard for you. The way you flower yourself open for him without being told, he can’t help but be so eager to take advantage of you; of your wanting-ness, your desperation, the way your eyes roll back and push your folds harder onto his leather shoe, trying to suck up more of his masculine essence.

It’s the way he didn’t even have to push hard on the back of your head for you to already try and gag yourself from his tip in the back of your throat. When you get like this, can you even blame him? Can you blame him when he pumps shallow thrusts into your mouth even though you weakly tap his thighs trying to let him know you can’t breathe?

Keigo really can’t help himself, can he?

He lets you gag one last time before he finally pulls out with a low groan followed by a curse. If only you could see yourself right now, trying to fumble between coughing and breathing with spit dripping down your chin, string still connecting you two.

Your scattered breathing finally rests as you catch your breath, a light glaze across the whites of your eyes. Keigo looks at you with a faux coo, mocking a pout at you like a parent to their little baby that hurt their head on accident. “Can’t take any more?”

Heaving, your dumb little head was so fucked you couldn’t think about much other than how much your lower half ached in anguish for release, how even though you can’t think your body continues to hump, leaving bruised knees.

Keigo lifts you up; your legs like jello, letting you lean on him for support. You sit confused what he wants to do next.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, “Well don’t stop, you gotta keep going till you cum, dont you?” You meekly nod resting your head on his chest gripping on his arm for leverage as you continue to please yourself on his thigh, the thick cords of muscle through his pants massages your wet cunt, soaking him immediately. “Yeah, you gotta fuckin cum on me..” he murmurs, peppering soft jelly kisses on the sides of your head, rubbing your waist and squish of your ass in encouragement.

You can’t do more than whine how it’s just too much, but Keigo can’t even understand you, your eyes are lidded just muttering jibberish. That familiar coil, it’s so hard to ignore- how if the whole world was suddenly watching you couldn’t even get yourself to stop, absolutely uncontrollable.

His hard cock presses up against your front, waiting till it can fuck your tight hole that’s leaking on his thigh. But he couldn’t be so impatient and self-serving, he wanted you to have your release first, wanting to just feel you finish your promise. And once you do he’s gonna feel you squirt all over his abdomen as he jackrabbits your overstimmed pussy, exploiting yourself to him as a desperate bitch he knew you were.

“Kei, I can’t-“ your hips hold a mind of their own. You can feel your slick spread all over, helping you glide faster to reach what is so close. Looking up you’re practically face to face with the one you wish could reciprocate a title you will always have for him, a lover.

Keigo can see it perfectly, how you still hold a hopefulness in your heart, the grip he has on you that he wants to let go of but you won’t let him- or maybe he just can’t get himself to actually do it. Because getting you to plead up at him like he’s your higher power is so much easier than him finally expressing how much you really affect his life force.

He doesn’t know if he can ever correctly communicate the great fondness he possesses to you. But no matter what, you’ll be sitting there waiting for him. That’s all you do.

He’s the first to lean into you, grasping your lips with fervor, the passion dripping out his mouth into yours. You kiss him back, exchanging a type of warmth you never expected him to give, it was warmer than the words he spews, more comforting than the small kiss he’ll give on occasion to your cheek.

It sends you over the edge, the sudden butterflies dance with the sparkles in your belly, hotly moaning into his mouth feeling yourself cum on him, the sweet passions melting together causing you to jerk from the staggering stimulation.

Yelping in his chest the coil unwraps, feeling your cum seep out onto his thigh. You slow down from the exhaustion, body slowly falling back having no strength left to hold yourself up. Keigo quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you back up to brush his lips against yours once again.

The kiss sealing the hope you still possessed, you feel you had finally done it; but Keigo holds you up rushing towards the bed, and he is long from done with you.

Waking from slumber your body temperature feels colder than it did when you fell asleep in Keigo’s warm embrace after he continued to push you to your limits. A leaking sunbeam pokes your eyes forcing you to look around.

Empty.

Your heart feels heavy and you almost wanted to yell at it, saying you should’ve known this was going to happen and expected it.

Glancing around the room, it’s when you see it. In a room full of color it’s still the brightest and most beautiful one, practically glowing blood red. It’s the same as the last times he’s done this. Leaving a small quill until the time passes by and he returns back to you and leaves again. That schedule has never been a consistent algorithm, just the outcome.

You can watch him on television or find him on his stupid social media he doesn’t even run. You only ever tried texting him once and never got a response during his departure, but it will all never add up to him standing over you, caressing your mind, body and soul with what comes to feel like empty promises.

And so all you can do now is wait, just like he knows you will. Because again, that is all you do. Just waiting for your bright red comet to come back around and do it all all over again to you.

This was not meant to be any longer than 1.5k words haha, but I feel as if it wrote itself and turned out how it was supposed to be. Ending was a bit more bittersweet than I imagined.

Stay tuned for Getou or Aizawa content soon!

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plutopitou · 8 months ago

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No matter how many time his heart told him to stop, to just sit down for a minute and really think about whether or not he really needed to do this, he knew he had to.

Katsuki loved you. So much. So much it fucking hurt.

He would burn down the world and rebuild it for you, if you asked.

But as always, Katsuki was fatefully bound by the chains of Hero Society, controlling his every move and action.

At first, when he decided we wanted to go down this path, he knew that having any sort of romantic life was out of the question.

He knew that it would only caused troubles in the future.

But, like all humans do, Katsuki couldn't help but give in to temptation.

How could he? You were too sweet, too passionate, too perfect, for him to ignore.

He couldn't help it.

Falling in love with you was the best feeling Katsuki could've ever felt.

And yet, it was the most dangerous feeling he would've ever felt too.

Printed on the file given to him was the mission order for an operation across seas for 8 months.

Eight fucking months.

He couldn't tell you.

He couldn't bring himself to do so.

It tore him apart inside, the anxiety of being separated from you for so long now mixed with a different feeling.

Paranoia.

The region he was going to traveling to, according to the file, was known for its kidnapping of individuals close to the target, as a method of torture.

It tore him apart inside, to even think something like that could happen to you.

And the grave truth was that, in the event that it did happen, he couldn't protect you - it was physically impossible, with you in Japan and he on the other side of the world.

Paranoia and fear overcame him for weeks, until it was only a few days until his scheduled departure.

He still hadn't told you.

He knew, deep down, that he really didn't want this.

Katsuki would rather die than let this happen. But he was a selfish man. And he knew, that he'd rather live with the fact that you were alive and safe, than live with the everlasting guilt that your life was under threat, and it was his fault.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when he told you. A Tuesday afternoon when he ended things, when he saw the light he so loved in your eyes dim as you soak in his words.

He can almost see your heart physically snap in two.

Damnit, why does this feel worse?

He sees your eyes grow empty, tears building at your waterline but never spilling over as you give him a tight lipped smile.

No, no, no, fuck, he can't see you like this with your fake ass smile. Stupid fucking perfect you, always trying to support him.

But it was too late.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when Bakugou Katsuki let go of the love of his life, leaving you sobbing your heart out in your lonely apartment, alone and brokenhearted.

A/N: Feeling kinda mopey so here haha

#pitou.recs #i needed this #love love love

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plutopitou · 9 months ago

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If i see another “fic” in bullet points im going to scream

#pitou.speaks

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plutopitou · 9 months ago

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Years on this app and still there's been no increase in the angst no comfort +plot fics. I'm doomed to suffer for all of eternity.

Give me some recs I'm begging you. Help a girl suffer won't u. anything is welcomed PLS

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plutopitou · 9 months ago

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I love yandere x reader so much like yes pls manipulate me, the messed up part of me craves it

#pitou.speaks

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plutopitou · 9 months ago

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This made me feel some typa way

in the almost two years that you and katsuki have been dating, marriage has never been brought up.

not even once.

you’re not worried about it though. the thought is one that must’ve crossed his mind at one point or another and simply not been verbalized. after all—he’s still learning that he is in fact allowed to both have and express his emotions.

alternatively, your brain is certainly no stranger to being graced with images of your boyfriend—well, husband—in a suit and tie, with a handful of three tiered vanilla cake smeared on his face. courtesy of you, of course.

it’s a sweet thought, but one that you tuck away—because now just, isn’t the time.

you’re still so young, and there’s many memories to be made before your wedding becomes one of them. also, you don’t even really have the time to begin with. your boyfriend currently has almost all of his focus on his career as a pro, and as bitter as the words taste—that line of work does require a one day at a time mindset. he knows better than anyone that he can’t gaze too far into the future.

so, marriage remains a topic that you and katsuki have yet to touch on.

however, the two of you attended izuku’s wedding this evening, and much to your surpise—he has a lot to say about it upon returning home.

in fact, you don’t even end up here until two in the morning, and now—at quarter to three—neither of you seem willing to put the conversation to bed.

you’re sitting on the sofa with your legs slung over katsuki’s lap, and he’s mindlessly kneading at the skin on your thighs. he’s definitely not drunk, but after snagging three consecutive days off for this whole ordeal—a miracle, really—he had a drink or two (or three) at the reception, and so yes, he has a bit of a buzz going on. but, he’s not any less him.

“katsuki,” you drawl—tone vaguely similar to that of a parent scolding their child. “stop it, his vows were not cheesy.”

“yeah they were,” he mutters. he’s still in his white button up and black dress pants, although the tie and suit jacket that went along with them are long gone. “almost as cheesy as the fuckin’,” he pauses to lean his head back against the cushions. “tears running down his face.”

and well, it was a beautiful ceremony—an outdoor event that unfolded beneath the pinky-orange sky and the warmth of the evening sun.

candles lined the aisle, and a slew of white roses adorned the archway at the end of it—details that you know izuku didn’t have much to do with, but that he visibly adored no less. he was as happy as you think you’ve ever seen him. in a way, you envy the outward tenderness of his affection.

“i thought it was cute,” you respond. “you can tell that he’s in love.”

having already changed into pyjamas, your thumb and index finger tug and fiddle with a loose thread on the sleeve of your (katsuki’s) shirt, and you find yourself wondering if the possibility of him crying at your ceremony is one that exists.

“yeah, that’s enough love for me.” he turns to you—scarlet gaze lidded with what could be fatigue, the lingering effects of rum, or, a little bit of both. “don’t think i’m cut out for this wedding bullshit.”

he means this wedding guest bullshit, surely.

“well,” you bend your knees, planting your feet flat against his thighs, which prompts him to slide two fingers beneath the silver jewelry wrapped around your ankle. “then i guess now is a bad time to tell you that i caught the bouquet.”

it was an honest mistake. you intentionally placed yourself at the very back of the group, primarily to avoid any potential scuffles, but lo and behold— izuku’s wife has quite the arm. you had to catch it simply to prevent being hit by it.

but apparently your boyfriend didn’t notice the dishevelled bundle of foliage in your hands upon returning to the table.

“you wanna trophy or somethin’?” he deadpans.

“uh, i believe it’s called a ring,” you hum playfully—half poking fun at him, and half hoping that you feel his palm heat up against your skin. he’s pretty easy to read, so long as you know what to look for.

but he doesn’t have much of a reaction.

whatever’s playing on the television is in the midst of bathing him in a blue-ish hue, and so you can’t really make out any of the finer details of his face—the crease between his brows or the sharpness of his jaw. but, you know that katsuki’s wheels are turning. you can feel it in the absentminded graze of his fingertips along the back of your thigh. it’s as if he’s getting a feel for the idea of marriage for the first time, tossing and turning it around in his head. has he really never thought about it before?

“that superstition is bullshit,” he blurts out after a minute or two of silence.

“marriage?” you furrow your brows at him.

katsuki mirrors your look with triple the sass and a little scowl to boot—crease now very, very visible. “no moron, the bouquet toss. jesus, denki sat next to you for twenty minutes and was able to kill that many of your brain cells, or what?” he asks—smirk threatening the corners of his lips. “i thought i told that dumbass to stop flirting with you.”

“don’t worry,” you laugh a little even though you know you shouldn’t. “he won’t remember flirting with me.”

“good,” katsuki mumbles.

you watch quietly as he turns to the television. the shitty comedy movie you’re watching continues to paint him in various colours—a muted orange that softens his features, and a shade of royal blue that makes the scar on his face appear a deep purple.

he’s pretty, you think. in any and every colour.

“so,” you begin, redirecting your gaze to your nails in a painfully obvious attempt at avoiding his. “do you not want to marry me?”

it’s a lighthearted question. some casual late night conversation. you’re going to take his reply with a grain of salt regardless of what it is.

but again, in the blurry background of your vision, you see katsuki with that same look on his face—confusion and bewilderment all wrapped into one.

“did i say that i didn’t wanna marry you?” he asks.

and well, no. however, his apparent distaste for all things wedding related can be interpreted as such—can’t it?

“i read between the lines,” you chuckle and swing your feet onto the floor—sitting back upright.

“well don’t,” he grumbles. you can feel his eyes on you as you stretch your arms out above your head, and when you stand up and start shuffling away—you think you can feel a hole burning into the back of your skull. “hey, get your ass back here.”

“katsuki, i’m tired,” you groan over your shoulder, already knowing that he’s right there behind you.

“listen to me,” he insists, but his voice is soft, light—as if he’s well aware that the topic isn’t. then, he reaches out and tangles his fingers in the excess fabric of your shirt, pulling you flush against the eternal warmth of his chest. he ducks down a bit, breath tickling the shell of your ear. “i’ll give you that ring when i’m damn good and ready, alright?”

you wiggle in his grasp, turning yourself around to face him as his rather interesting choice of words begins to settle.

“what ring?” you smile up at him, and again—he’s easy to read so long as you know what to look for, and so as you watch the tips of his ears flush red, you think you’ve got him all figured out. “baby—”

katsuki’s palm gently greets your face before you can start doting on him. he pushes lightly—using just enough force to get his point across.

“yeah, yeah. save it for later,” he advises, and you swear your heartbeat leaps into your throat at the all but confirmed meaning of those words. “since you’re so good at reading between lines and shit,” he adds.

and even at a time like this, he’s as smug as ever.

but you’re happy—so incredibly happy. of course you are. knowing that the picture perfect images of katsuki as your groom will eventually leave the confines of your mind is all you really wanted. still, there’s a small part of you that feels guilty for even bringing it up in the first place, because you’ve completely eliminated any element of surprise. is he upset about that? it doesn’t look like—

“what, no i love you? no you’re the best boyfriend ever?” his voice fills your ears—extinguishing the prior thought. “can make you wait longer, y’know.”

“shut up,” you curl into his chest, breathing in the faint scent of cologne that’s lingering on his shirt—the same one he’s worn on every date he’s ever taken you on. “you know how much i love you.”

“yeah, ditto.”

and katsuki wants to argue that point further, but he doesn’t.

he’s never been the best at expressing himself. he knows this, and he knows that you do as well. his affection isn’t like izuku’s. his tenderness doesn’t come in the form of words.

instead, he weaves it into everything he does.

it’s in the way he sleeps—always with an arm or a leg or some part of his body touching yours, and always with you positioned further from the door. god forbid soembody enter your home, he needs himself to be the first (and last) person that they encounter. it’s in the way he eats, too—because despite his relentless appetite, he always makes sure you’ve had your fill before he thinks about going back for seconds. above all, he holds you with a tenderness that even izuku couldn’t match. he holds you so close, and he holds you so tight—like the thought of losing you is one that’s forever on his mind and always scaring him shitless.

and so, while he knows better than anyone that he can’t gaze too far into the future, he did.

he bought a ring eight and a half months into your relationship, and has been waiting for a time that the larger part of society would deem acceptable. having to work beneath the scrutinizing eye of the public is shitty, but the way he sees it—there’s no title or piece of paperwork that’s going to change what you mean to him anyways.

nevertheless, katsuki hasn’t doubted for a second that the colour you would look best in is white.

#pitou.recs

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