#Curry from scratch

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Easy 5-Step Homemade Japanese Curry Recipe from Scratch

In this guide, you will learn how to make best Japanese curry from scratch. Check out my japanese beauty products [here]. Japanese curry, known as “kare” in Japan, is a beloved comfort dish enjoyed by many around the world. This hearty and flavorful dish features a rich brown curry sauce typically served over rice or noodles. In this guide, we’ll walk you through everything you need to know to…

[lovvecherrymotion]

some people are stress bakers, i'm a stress cooker

[litleo123]

me and my friends couldnt go to the bravern cafe back in march, so we coped by making our own cafe merch

[7fff00]

one of those 'extremely grateful for jarred indian sauces you can stick a protein and some veg into and eat over rice' sort of nights

[harlequinfrog]

i made chicken 🍗 curry for dinner. with rice noodles 🍜

[danganronpa2]

look at my chicken tikka pizza

[scream-mans-friend]

added red wine to my curry and now it's a stew 😎 recipe master culinary king queen of sauce etc etc

[best-ghoul]

Anyway yeah, because of reasons I don’t have a lot of familial cooking knowledge, and some major dietary restriction as a result of some, uh, stuff.

So I’m finding some certain love in improvising and using spice to improve simple meals. And curry powder. That shit fixes everything.

[daishimavt]

Time to make some Japanese Curry on stream!!!!

[napworthysunbeam]

i’m on the precipice of making laksa from scratch. i can feel it : on the cusp of an awakening regarding coconut cream and shrimp paste and birds eye chilli. and wielding it in the kitchen without fear.

[indischwindisch]

The Asian Inspired Menu

This menu includes some of the most popular Asian curries. Perfect for those who enjoy spicy flavours.

This menu includes some of the most popular Asian curries. Perfect for those who enjoy spicy flavours. Asian cuisine is my second favourite after Indian. The fresh flavours and bold taste is admirable. What I also like is that it’s very variable. There are options for vegans, vegetarians and meat lovers that are equally delicious. The dishes usually have a good balance of proteins, veggies and…

[seumyo]

thinking about the aftermath of the final war with bakugou.

It’s more often that you and Bakugou are the only ones left in the dorms after the war. The others chose to go back to their homes when the school’s implementation of mandatory dorm living lifted, and some decided to stay a little longer.

“Taste this.”

Bakugou raised a brow but didn’t protest as you walked over, spooning some curry towards his mouth. With a slight huff, he leaned forward, lips parting just enough to take the spoon. The moment it hit his tongue, his nose scrunched slightly.

“Careful, it’s still a bit hot.”

“Mild,” he muttered after swallowing. “You could barely even taste the richness of the sauce, too.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, frowning. “Are you serious? I followed your recipe.”

“Still mild; you brought shame to my recipe.”

You gave him an unimpressed look before turning back on the pot. “Wow, then maybe you should’ve been the one cooking here. I’m gonna check what went wrong.”

“I would if I could, dipshit.”

“Just get over here and check, too.”

“Nuh-uh. You said you’d cook tonight.”

“And you’re the one who keeps on complaining that I didn’t do your recipe justice!”

“That’s a fact.”

“Starve.”

He huffed, shaking his head as he went back to his writing practice, but there was something in his expression—something almost amused.

-

Bakugou sat by his study desk, his left hand gripping a pen tightly as he tried to force his stubborn fingers into writing something readable. His handwriting had always been sharp and textbook-pristine penmanship that you could mistake it for being printed, but now, with his right hand still recovering, it looked… awful.

You sat a good distance next to him, watching with an unreadable expression.

“Oi,” Bakugou grunted, not looking up. “The hell are you staring at?”

“Your letters look like a baby bird scratched them out,” you said bluntly, not even bothering to hold back on your words.

He clicked his tongue. “Like I don’t already know that.”

You reached over, grabbing his notebook before he could protest, flipping back to his first attempts from a few weeks ago. The letters were uneven, practically illegible. Then you held it up next to his latest attempt.

“See? You’re getting better.” You turned the notebook toward him. “You can actually read this one.”

He scoffed but didn’t deny it. Instead, he reached for the notebook, but you yanked it away at the last second, grinning.

“You don’t get this back until you admit I’m a good teacher.”

Bakugou glared at you, debating whether this was worth a fight. Finally, he sighed, leaning back against the chair.

“Fine. You’re not the worst teacher.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Don’t get too cocky.”

“Me? Never. That’s more of a you thing and not a me thing.”

“Like hell it’s only me.”

You laughed. “Let’s try numbers this time; I even bought a tracing book.”

“That shit’s for kids,” he scoffed.

“It says three and up,” you argued. “You’re three and up, are you not? And—who knows? Maybe after this you’ll be ambidextrous.”

“Shut up.”

-

“Run.”

That was the only warning before Bakugou grabbed your wrist and bolted.

The sound of rapid footsteps and excited squeals filled the hall behind you. A group of first-year girls was hot on your trail, giddy with the thrill of chasing UA’s most popular second-year student.

“Why the hell do they keep following me?!” Bakugou barked as you rounded a corner, his grip still firm on your wrist.

“Because you’re literally their idol,” you said between breaths, peeking to see as the girls went the opposite direction. “They see you as some kind of bad boy heartthrob ever since the Sports Festival. It’s kinda cute.”

“It’s not cute—it’s annoying!”

You found an empty classroom and slammed the door shut. Both of you stood there, panting. Outside, the sounds of giggling and footsteps faded down the hall, the first-years continuing their search elsewhere.

You let out a breath and leaned against a desk. “Could be worse. They could be chasing you with cameras like the paparazzi did.”

Bakugou groaned, rubbing his temple with his free hand. “Don’t even joke about that.”

You nudged his shoulder, smiling. “You didn’t have to drag me with you, y’know? Or is this an excuse to be alone in a room with me?”

He glared at you, opening his mouth to argue—but then he caught the teasing glint in your eyes and scoffed, shaking his head.

“Fucking idiot. You’d get trampled over by that mob.”

“Sure, sure. I’ll tell Iida to see if he can scout the area to make sure no one’s going to jump at us when we leave.”

You laughed, and despite himself, Bakugou didn’t find it all that annoying. He actually found it... familiar and worth something he can’t put into words.

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[enby-mori]

also, I made curry and it just isn't spicy. I threw the whole block in and nothing.

[rawrfrferrari]

Charles leclerc x girlfriend reader at Lorenzo and Charlotte's wedding smau

Best Man, Better Boyfriend | CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!Reader

Genre: SMAU, Fluff, angst

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yourusername My best girl is getting married to her best boy 💍 Lolo, my sunshine soul, you deserve every ounce of the magic coming your way. Enzo, thank you for loving her like we all dreamed someone would.

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charlotte2304 I love you so so much, y/nn ❤️

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lorenzotl I’m the lucky one 💛 Thank you for this post and for always being by her side.

→ yourusername Enzo 🥺🫶🏽

pascale_leclerc Welcome to the family, ma douce Lottie and Y/n, you're as much family as Charlotte is 🤍✨

→ yourusername Love you, Mama Leclerc 🫶🏽

julia.tolotta So happy to finally have a sister @/charlotte2304. Love you too y/n❤️

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jasminsprengel My heart is so full! Congrats @/charlotte2304, @/lorenzotl, so happy for you both 🥰

charles_leclerc Most memorable day ❤️

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yoursisterusername SO HAPPY FOR THEM 😭💍

arthur_leclerc Finally! I was starting to lose hope in Enzo's planning skills 😂

→ yourusername Surprised that you kept the plans a secret. Couldn't be more proud of you 🥺

username1 Now let’s talk bridesmaid dresses 😌

→ yourusername Hell yeah!!

CHARLES'S POV

BOUTIQUE IN MONACO

The small boutique smelled like cedarwood as Y/n walked in with Charles and rest of the wedding party to select from the outfits the bride and groom has chosen fitting the theme.

Y/N stepped out of the fitting room, smoothing down the soft satin of her bridesmaid dress. She chose a blush pink dress that complimented her the best.

Charles looked up from his seat, gaze flickering up and freezing mid-motion. All the other groomsmen were trying out their tux but he wanted to wait for Y/n to choose her dress and match his tie with her.

“You’re staring,” she said, folding her arms, but her voice held no real edge.

Charles blinked like he’d just been smacked out of a trance. “I’m not staring. I'm observing...”

“Right,” Y/N said, drawing out the word. “Because you’re a fashion expert now?”

He stood up then, walking over and making a point to circle her slowly like he was analyzing F1 telemetry. “No. But I know when something fits right.” His voice dropped just slightly, fingers ghosting near her waist, never quite touching. “And that dress fits you right.”

Y/N’s breath caught. Just for a second. “You’ve never said that to anyone else in the wedding party,” she said carefully.

“I’ve never meant it about anyone else in the wedding party.”

She looked at him trying hard to control not to blush. “What about you?” she asked, stepping back. “Got your tux picked?” She awkwardly diverted the topic.

He held up a swatch book, grinning. “My tux fits right. the only thing left to select is my tie.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, flipping through the swatches like she hadn’t already decided an hour ago. “You should match with Arthur.”

“Since we'll be walking down together I think I should match my tie with you,” Charles said, amused.

“You love doing this don't you”

“Yeah,” he said, too soft. Too quick. “I do.”

They both froze. Y/N swallowed. “I meant making the wedding look perfect.”

“Yeah,” Charles echoed, gaze unreadable. “Me too.” She turned away first, pretending to thoughtfully advise other bridesmaids hairstyles on their dresses.

Y/N'S POV

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CHARLES' HOME, MONACO

The paper bag crinkled loudly as Y/N set it down on Charles’s coffee table, the aroma of green curry and fried rice filling the room like a hug in spice form.

Leo was already circling her ankles, like she'd give him food as well. "You already ate,” Y/N picked him up, laughing as she scratched behind his ears. “You menace.”

“Wonder where he gets that from,” Charles said, appearing from the kitchen with two wine glasses in hand.

“I’m ignoring that,” she said, accepting the bottle anyway.

They sat cross-legged on the couch, digging into the food with quiet satisfaction. It was their fourth date.

Leo eventually settled between them, head on Y/N’s thigh like he’d picked a side. She absentmindedly stroked his fur while stealing the last spring roll.

“You like him more than me,” Charles sighed.

“He doesn’t overthink where to place his elbows when we eat,” she teased.

He rolled his eyes, but his smile lingered. And then, his arm brushed against hers on the cushion. He didn’t pull away this time.

“So,” he started, too casually. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, chewing slowly. “About?”

Charles shifted a little, clearly trying to act cooler than he felt. “The Monaco Grand Prix. It’s in a couple of weeks.”

“I know,” she said, watching him. “I've never missed the home races.”

He laughed, then shook his head, suddenly serious in that open, vulnerable way that always caught her off guard. “ I want you to come as my girlfriend.”

Y/N blinked. Her heart flipped. “You sure?” she asked, voice lower now. “That’s… public.”

Charles nodded. “I’m sure. My whole family is supposed to be there, that includes you.”

She looked at him, then down at Leo, then back at him. “Can I wear red?”

“You’d better.” She leaned back against the couch, smiling into her wine.

Charles smiled wide, boyish, unmistakably relieved. Leo barked once like a stamp of approval before promptly crawling into Y/N’s lap, who kept her wine away and kissed his head.

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leclercsupremacy The Leclercs, Charlotte, and Y/N attended Monaco GP race day. Did Charles and Y/N just made it official with the post race kiss?

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f1editsdaily I stalked her, She's already in the family since Lorenzo started dating Charlotte, Pascale and Arthur's comments in her posts are wholesome

lecfosi16 lowkey bold of her to debut at Monaco of all places

itslecrec the way Arthur was carrying her bag???

username1 she’s literally just another influencer 🥱 nextttt

→ leclercsupremacy She's a software engineer and is currently regional development head for Monaco in Google. So, no, not another influencer...

sharles16stan My Roman Empire is Charles looking at her like she’s his whole world.

leclercsangel not y’all mad because he likes a woman with a personality 😭

username2 girl… he held her face when he kissed her. that’s not casual.

wifeofcl Kissing after a P2? Chill. It’s not even a win.

formulababygirl Not the Monaco prince getting his princess moment 😭

f1noir_1 We get it. She’s dating Charles. Can we get back to the actual racing now?

CHARLES' HOME, MONACO

The apartment was too quiet when Charles and Y/n went in after the celebratory dinner. Charles had been dull the whole dinner.

Y/N watched Charles dropping on the couch from the doorway for a moment before she stepped in, gently taking Leo off leash. He sprinted in the room to his toys, as Y/N nudged.

His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles had gone pale. She didn’t speak but moved to sit beside him.

“I had it,” he said after a long time, voice so soft it barely existed. “We had it. And they—”

His jaw clenched. “fucked everything up!”

Y/N swallowed. “P2 is still—”

“It’s not enough.” His voice cracked then. “Not for this. Not for everything I’ve put into this. Not for him.”

For Charles it was not just about the race. It was about his father.

Charles leaned forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. “I’m doing everything I can. I train like a machine. I say the right things. I show up. I fight. And it never feels like it’s enough. I’m not winning. I’m not—” He broke off, shaking his head like the words betrayed him. “I’m not making him proud.”

Y/N reached for his hand, unfolding his fingers one by one until his palm was open in hers.

“Cha,” she whispered, her voice tight, “he’s already proud of you.”

He didn’t look up. “He saw the boy who raced in karting with fire in his eyes and dreams too big for his chest. He saw the boy who got up every time it hurt, who never lost that fight. He saw all of it and he was proud then. Imagine what he’d feel now. Not just of the driver you’ve become, but the man.”

His breath hitched. Y/N kept going, voice steady despite the lump forming in her throat. “Your father isn’t proud of trophies. He’s proud of his boy.”

Charles turned to her slowly, eyes glassy and aching. “Your whole family is very proud of you, mon amor. We love you so much. Even on days like this when you don’t believe in yourself, we believe enough for all of us. You don’t have to earn our pride, Charles. You already have it.”

Tears slipped down his cheek silently, and she caught them with her fingers like they were something sacred.

“I’m tired,” he whispered. “I just… I wanted it so badly. For him. For me.”

“I know, baby” she said, pulling him into her arms, letting him fold into her chest like something crumpling under the weight. “And you will get it. I don’t know when. But I do know that you haven’t failed him. You’ve made him proud a thousand times over. And no fuck-ups can ever take that away.”

They sat like that for a long time. And in the quiet, just above the sound of his breathing against her shoulder, she whispered into his hair “Your dream isn’t over, Cha. And he’s still with you. All of us are."

Maybe that didn’t fix everything. But it was enough for tonight.

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yourusername Woman of the hour 🤍✨ @/charlotte2304

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lorenzotl Mon amour 🤍

→ charlotte2304 ma chérie

lorenzotl Thank you for making her feel so loved, Y/N.

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username1 Team bride !💖

pascale_leclerc so elegant and full of love 💐 truly beautiful, just like you both 🤍

→ yourusername thank you for raising the sweetest fam ❤️

→ charlotte2304 love you, maman 🥹

charlotte2304 still not over this day. not even a little bit. thank you for making everything feel like me. you are the best human I know, Y/nn.

→ yourusername You deserve the best, Lolo 🥺🤍

charles_leclerc Leclerc's best girls ❤️

→ yourusername baby ❤️

julia.tolotta she’s glowinggggg 🕊️💍

username2 The most prettiest bride to be 🤍

username3 The perfect weekend 😍🙌

arthur_leclerc belles-sœurs 🥺🤍

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jasminsprengel 💕💕💕💕💕💕

HOTEL HERMITAGE, MONTE-CARLO

Y/N and the other bridesmaids arrived with Charlotte and took their places next to the groomsmen.

Charles offered Y/N his arm, already waiting just behind the florals framing the start of the aisle. He looked unfairly good in the fitted tux and a soft pink tie that matched her dress exactly. She hadn’t known he’d pick it. But of course he had.

“Ready?” he asked softly, eyes flicking down to hers.

The wedding planner motioned them forward, but for one second, it felt like the world held still.

He held out his arm again, a little more formally this time, and she tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow.

And then they walked down the white petal-strewn aisle, through golden sunlight and hushed gasps, through camera shutters and the scent of blooming jasmine.

Her dress shimmered with every step. His presence was steady beside her, the warmth of his skin brushing hers at the elbow, grounding her.

When they reached the end of the aisle and split to their respective places beside the altar, Charles lingered a second longer than necessary, as if reluctant to let her go.

Charlotte stepped into view at the top of the aisle, everything else blurred. Y/N’s breath caught.

She tried to hold it together. She really did. But as Charlotte’s eyes met hers something inside Y/N cracked wide open.

Tears slipped down her cheeks silently. From the overwhelming wave of love and pride and that strange kind of ache that only comes when you realise someone you adore is stepping into the most beautiful phase of their life.

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yourusername The most magical ‘I do’ I’ve ever witnessed 🕊️💍

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charlotte2304 My maid of honor, my soulmate in glitter and crisis.

→ yourusername Amour 🤍

charles_leclerc We walked the aisle too, no? 😉

→ yourusername Shush 🤭

lorenzotl You’re family, always. Thank you for everything, truly. Couldn’t imagine the day without you.

→ yourusername Beau-frère 🤍

yoursisterusername So wholesome 🥺

username2 Still recovering from the speech. Truly beautiful ❤️

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jasminsprengel YOU WERE STUNNING!

username3 MoH of the century award goes to you.

arthur_leclerc Speech game: strong. Cry game: stronger.

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username4 Now we need yours and Charles' wedding ❤️

username5 Oh my god these pictures are sooo pretty🥺

TWO YEARS LATER

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yourusername La Familia ❤️

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charles_leclerc Mon Cherie❤️

→ yourusername mon amour ❤️

charlotte2304 Best Auntie

→ yourusername Best niece 💕

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arthur_leclerc pic credit???

→ yourusername @/charles_leclerc

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username2 That golden hour glow is criminal

pascale_leclerc My sweet girl 🌸

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yoursisterusername Baby content, dog content, couple content… overachiever.

→ yourusername Go study for our finals 🙂

username3 Gorgeous ✨️

[blasphemyandbackshots]

ღ katsuki bakugo x you —first times

Katsuki Bakugo didn’t fuck around when he cared about something. Or someone.

That’s why your birthday dinner had been hand-prepped from scratch. Every damn sauce, every piece of rice, and a little smear of curry still streaked along his jawline as he tried not to overcook the chicken. It had taken him days of practice, calling his mom once (regrettably), and three separate disasters in the kitchen. But by the time you walked in with that little smile he loved so much, everything was perfect. Just like he’d planned.

He’d actually dimmed the lights and lit candles that flickered on the table. And he looked nice. His hair was spiked with purpose, black button-up rolled at the sleeves, no loud logos, no usual scowl. Just you, the quiet clink of dishes, and his flushed ears as he poured you a glass of the fancy apple cider he bought because you both didn’t like drinking and trying so damn hard to be adult about everything tonight, despite being literal adults.

It was awkward. It was perfect. Everything worked perfectly after Katsuki’s plan. You got teary eyed when you unwrapped the bracelet, he bought you, with the tiny B on it. Corny as hell. And definitely he didn’t pick the K, because K could be also Kirishima. And you belonged to him and not Shitty Hair.

You kissed his cheek. “You’re amazing.”

His voice cracked when he answered, “Shut up. Eat your curry.”

The bedroom was next. More candles and sheets he had changed this morning. He’d even sprayed a little cologne on them. Something smoky and subtle that clung to the soft fabric.

His hands were shaking slightly as you sat down on the bed. That nervous, hungry, buzzing kind of feeling you both tried not to name too loudly. Your birthday was the perfect excuse to finally… try. You’d talked about it, both admitted your little bits of experience. Nothing major, just a handjob here, a makeout session there, but nothing that had ever gone far enough to be called ‘losing it’.

“Hey,” you whispered, palms resting on his shoulders. “You okay?”

Katsuki was hard already. His cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. Instead of answering, he’d kissed you breathless and stripped off your shirt. He was reverent and so focused and stupidly gentle, like if he rushed, he’d ruin everything.

“I want it to be perfect,” he mumbled against your throat, voice deeper than usual. “For you.”

You cupped his cheek. “It already is.”

But things started to wobble when his palms slid up your ribs and sparks bloomed in his fingertips. Not figurative ones. Literal, quirk sparks. You hissed as one licked your skin bit.

“Shit—! Fuck, I—” He jumped back like you were made of glass. “Did I—? Are you—?”

You winced and touched the pink mark on your ribs. “It’s okay, it’s not bad. I swear, Kats—”

“Fucking idiot,” he muttered. “I knew I should’ve—fuck.”

You sat up, covering yourself. “It’s just a little burn.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “I hurt you.”

“It was an accident.”

But it didn’t matter. You could already see his walls going up. He was still hard, embarrassingly so, but now he was flustered and fuming and moving like every muscle in his body hated him. Still you tried to stay patient.

When he returned, a bit quieter and paler, you let him undress you again. You lay back, legs parted and whispered, “Touch me, Katsuki.”

He looked like you’d punched him in the heart, but he nodded quickly. His fingers were warm and careful at first. A little stiff. And then a little too fast. Then not fast enough. Then awkwardly firm and dry and—nope.

Nothing happened. You tried to breathe through it, tried to shift your hips in a way that might help, but he wasn’t finding anything close to rhythm. You reached down, guiding his wrist and made everything worse.

“Don’t,” he muttered.

Your hand paused. “I’m just trying to help—”

“I said don’t!” His voice cracked loud and frustrated. “I know what I’m doing.”

You pulled your hand back. “Katsuki…”

He was already sitting up. His jaw clenched tightly and eyes turned too bright. “You think I didn’t fucking practice this? You think I didn’t try to figure it out? I watched videos, I read shit—”

You sat up with him and your heart broke a little. “I never said you didn’t—”

“I’m done,” he muttered. “I’m not in the mood anymore.”

Silence. Heavy, uncomfortable silence.

“…Okay,” you whispered. “That’s okay.”

You reached for your shirt. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and sadness, but Katsuki stopped you.

“I just…” He exhaled shakily. “I wanted to make it special. I wanted you to feel good. And I fucked it up.”

You cupped his cheek again. “Katsuki. This is special. Even if we didn’t figure it all out tonight.”

His shoulders slumped. You gently tugged him back into bed, pressing your forehead to his. “You didn’t mess up. We’re learning together. That’s what matters, right?”

He grunted softly. “Still hard, y’know.”

You giggled. “I noticed.”

“…Can I just hold you?”

You pulled him close, skin to skin. “Always.”

And under the candlelight, still bare, still buzzing, still learning how to love each other right, you stayed like that. No pressure. No perfection. Just slow, sweet warmth.

Tomorrow would come. So would everything else.

It wasn’t the candles this time. Katsuki had lit them again, little warm glows on the dresser and windowsill, but that wasn’t what made tonight feel different. It was the space between you. Not nervous, not charged, not desperate to prove anything. You were close and you both felt safe.

You’d spent the whole day in bed together, mostly in pajamas, eating leftovers, playing stupid games on your phones, while he made sarcastic commentary at your scores. And somewhere between the shared blanket and that fifth kiss that lingered a little too long, you both just knew.

“Wanna try again?” you asked softly, curled into his side.

Katsuki swallowed and kissed your hair. “Yeah.”

This time there was no rush. He kissed you like he’d never wanted anything more. His lips moved slow and warm, one hand cupping your cheek like he was afraid to let go. When you tugged his shirt off, he helped you ease yours over your head too, then pressed his forehead to yours with a breathless smile.

“No burns tonight,” he mumbled. “Promise.”

You laughed quietly. “Even if you did, I’d still let you try again.”

“…You’re a weirdo.”

“Yeah. Your weirdo.”

He fully smiled. One of those rare, sleepy, pink-cheeked grins that made your whole chest ache.

When you lay back, he kissed down your body with real patience this time, letting you sigh and shift. Your nerves melted under his touch. His fingers came next. This time slick with the lube he sheepishly pulled from the nightstand, his thumb circling your clit in soft, slow spirals. You gasped.

“Like that?” he asked, watching your face.

You nodded, lips parted with a small moan. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

The pride in his voice almost made you laugh. “Told you I could do it.”

But he didn’t say it like last time. This time he wasn’t defensive, not desperate. This time it was playful and light. Like he was finally allowing himself to enjoy it instead of turning it into something he had to master.

When you reached down for him, he didn’t flinch. You stroked him gently and he hissed into your neck, burying his face there with a muffled, “Fuck, baby—”

“Ready?” you whispered breathlessly.

He looked down at you, serious again. “Yeah. You?”

“Yes.”

You guided him in slow. There was some fumbling, a wrong angle, a soft swear, a laugh when he muttered “This shit’s harder than calculus.” But when he finally sank into you, both of you moaned in unison.

“Oh my god,” you gasped as he broke through your hymen so easily. He had prepared you so good. You were wet, both with your own arousal and a little help of lube.

Katsuki froze. “Too much? I can stop—”

“No, no—it’s good. Just… new.”

“Yeah,” he muttered shakily, cheeks red. “Fuck, it’s… it’s real good.”

When he started to move, it wasn’t smooth or rhythmic or porn-level perfect. It was a little awkward and a little too slow and a little too deep, but you wrapped your arms around him and moaned into his shoulder and that connection, that closeness, made it perfect.

“I love you,” he whispered against your throat, thrusting a little deeper. “You’re so fuckin’ good to me.”

You pulled his face to yours. “I love you too.”

He didn’t last long. You didn’t either. But when you both came, clinging to each other, bodies slick and hearts full, it felt like the softest crash. Like falling into the ocean and washing ashore together.

Afterward you lay tangled in the blankets, both of you still flushed and giggling quietly at the way his legs shook.

“Still hard?” you teased.

He groaned. “Don’t tempt me.”

“You did good, Kats.”

He kissed your bare shoulder. “Tch, so did you.”

There was no shame. No disappointment. No pressure. Just second chances and soft, sweet success.

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nanami and pregnant resided sensually feeding eachother in bed would fix me 🙏

→ pregnant!freader, feeding, malewife kento, mention of drinking, sfw

the air smells like curry, the fans are on high, and the windows are open. It's mid-fall, right in the peak of your third trimester. swollen ankles, painful stretch marks—all of it—have you bound back to the bed.

kento has been cooking dinner most nights; tonight, he made curry. he is the perfect husband, coming home straight from work with no time to settle before diving into caring for you again. he does it with a nonchalant smile on his face, willing to dive to the dirtiest ends of the earth to dote on his pregnant wife.

he steps into the room with two bowls cradled in his hands. hair all disheveled and work shirt falling off the bone. kento's never cooked so much in his life, you do all of it because you love to. now, he's standing at the stove with a furrowed brow, scratching his head as he tries to read your chicken-scratch recipes.

"yum, what do you have there?" you're mumbling, sitting up as he rounds your side of the bed. it's been hard to focus on much at this stage, too—reading was harder, and your mind kept getting lost. all you could really focus on now is the sound of music, the thought of your baby, and scrolling endlessly on sites to buy things for her. a few days ago, you two settled on a name. kento chose it; he wanted to name his daughter nanami rin.

"ah. curry. " he's quirking a brow, making a flustered look you don't see often on him. "c-chicken. pork, too, and some nuts. used that base you had in the fridge, you'd know better than I would."

"thank you for taking care of me," you whisper when he crawls into bed, a pair of chopsticks between his teeth, pulls off his shirt, and loosens his pants. he'd not usually be so careless, but he did have a drink while preparing your dinner and was so ready to be on your skin.

"thank you for carrying our girl." the first place he kisses you is against your loose cami, right above your belly button. then, he moves to your sternum, nuzzling his nose against your heart. his chopsticks are in his hand now, digging into the fleshy part of your thigh unintentionally. "dinner's the least I can do."

you spend a moment looking at him, tracing a finger over his cheek. he's at the perfect vantage point to kiss, but he doesn't. it's how you know his demeanor is off, you thumb at his bottom lip. "bad day at work?"

"no," he sighs, sitting up to fetch the bowl he was planning on giving you—the bowl with most of the meat and vegetables. kento always makes sure you eat well at this point. "well, I was just worried about you... any day, now."

he's scooping in your porcelain bowl, grabbing the perfect bite to present. gently, you smile into it, taking the utensils between your teeth. flickering eyes, kento watches it disappear behind your lips, it makes him smile. "how is it?" he asks, sucking the chopsticks clean after you to try his cooking.

"it's good cause i meal prepped for it."

"would just be a base in the fridge if I didn't finish it."

"yes, kento, and you did so well." he's giving you another bite, a slight shake behind his hand. you reach forward and grab it, giving him stability to guide between your lips. "mm, here. you try it." you sit up a bit too fast for comfort, but you hide the lightheadedness enough to feed kento a bite, smiling like an idiot when he lets you. "'s good?"

"tastes like your curry." now, he's leaning in to kiss you, big hand tangled in your thigh, forming wells in your skin. you kiss him back, tasting the strong, pale taste of alcohol on his breath.

"that's what you taste like." you're speaking against his lips, smiling when you tell him, "and alcohol. one more kiss and I'll be drunk."

"don't speak like that, you've got my baby inside you. she's far too delicate for those jokes." that hand on your thigh trails back to your jutting belly. his grip is real -- like he's not afraid of touching you, but still so gentle with how he cradles the weight of her.

you're swimming with affection, whispering, "i love you."