#how did he get me to obsess over him so quickly 😩🥵🤤

[wikiangela]

just... lou ferrigno jr's smile 🥰😍

[shuckinbeanz]

SCREAM 3 (Yan!GhostFace!Baku)

He also comes maskless! So check out his spoopy mug! 👻

warnings/notes: NSFW, college!au, Katsuki is insane, Katsuki is a yandere, Katsuki’s POV, but he eventually short-circuits 😂 so it goes to reader's POV and back again, nerdy reader, reader is a brat, Katsuki being a big puppy for reader, confessions & cuteness, making out, oral(male receiving), face fucking, daddy papa bear kink, and size kink. was originally intended as a full on smut, but I couldn't resist the end lmfao 😂 imagination is good for the mind and body, so go nuts with how he rails ya'll 🥵 maybe continue it in rbs or asks or something i wont mind srsly

I'm sorry I haven't been posting and have just been reblogging, I'm suffering from writer's block and tryin to get over it 😩 it is working, bit by bit

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Ya'll already know if you read the opening and especially the ending, but I’ll warn again; the reader is fruitloopy due to the fact they accept what Katsuki did and still have the hots for him despite the fact he's a murderer, because this is a consent blog ✨ (not me shamelessly promoting the other parts 😂)

tags: @parker-natasha

The spam from your group chat had him red-faced. Along the lines of 'Oooooo N/N gettin HUNNY 🥴' 'U go N/N 😂' 'bb u in for a SURPRISE ✨🤤' '👉👌'. It wasn't long before you turned off your cellphone. He could see your ears as red as he felt his face was, and he couldn't help but think about how cute you were, clinging to his arm and dragging him along.

As much as the height difference made it awkward for him to follow you, he was basking under your touch; whether you knew it or not, you were practically clinging to his arm, and for Katsuki...this was a dream he never wanted to wake up from. He couldn't keep in the lovestruck grin that graced his lips.

You. The love of his life, the Deity he worships, the sweet loveable you who he killed for...you thanked him. Something he never expected you to do. Ever. Because he'd resolved himself to play the villain to protect you. The sweet, innocent you.

You were clinging so beautifully to his arm, dragging him along with a strength he never knew you had, to where you had lived. That place--a Forbidden Palace he never allowed himself to encroach further on. As you pull him closer and closer, the louder he could hear his own heart thud in his chest. The more and more anxious he found himself become. Soon enough, a pitiful sound escapes him; something he couldn't contain. You immediately turned around, reaching up to cup his face with your small hands. Genuine worry on your face. "'tsuki...it's okay. Okay?" you coo up at him and he melts into your touch. He lifts his hand to grab yours, but he pause midway. How could he dare touch you with bloodied hands? You smile at him, then. Smile. At. Him. You take his hand gingerly, and his heart skips a beat. "It's okay. We're almost there." you say to him, before turning around, his hand in yours, leading him once more.

And you were right; your place was close-a small apartment complex. You lead him up to your door, before releasing him to get your keys. "It's a bit messy inside." you say, craning your head to glance up to him briefly. He shakes his head-because truthfully, he didn't care. You snort. "Well, it is, so I'm sorry, ahead of time." you tell him as you put your key into the keyhole and turn it. "Don't care..." he mumbles, the jingling making him anxious in a different manner, the fact that his obsession was unlocking their door for him, despite knowing about his crime setting in all too quickly.

You open your door with a soft laugh, "Welcome to L/N's humble abode." you say, beckoning him in as you toe off your shoes with practiced ease. And really, he realized as he follows you in, it was a humble abode. He watches you walk into the living room and take a turn into the kitchen as he removes one boot at a time, before following you. It was a decently sized space; a very short and almost claustrophobic hallway connected to the small mudroom at the entrance lead to a living room on the left, and a small kitchen off to the right. Beyond these two rooms was a longer hallway that had lead to what he assumed to be a bathroom, and a bedroom as he stood waiting for you while you were in the kitchen. It was small, yes, but it was big enough for one or two people. A couple. He raised a hand to his forehead, dragging his palm down his flushed face as he tried to will away that thought. A couple.

"Want something to drink?" your voice ringing right behind him makes him jump out of his skin, releasing a strangled sound at the back of his throat. How'd you get so close without him noticing?! You laugh at his reaction. At his expense. As embarrassing as it was, he thought bringing his hand up again to hide half his face from view as you peeked around and up at him, it was also cute. Red eyes flick to your face very briefly to see a mischievous gremlin smile gracing your lips. "Your ears are red, 'tsuki~" you teased, and yes, he knew they were.

"Just water..." he grumbled, averting his gaze from you as you round him, offering him a cold water bottle. He takes it, and you walk by him, taking his free hand to lead him to the couch. Once you both were comfortably seated, he downs half the bottle. Several moments of silence pass before he hears you speak. "So...you have something to tell me? Or...do you want me to go first, 'tsuki?" you asked.

Something to tell you? He couldn't bring himself to even so much as glance your way, his mind beginning to reel. Something to tell you? Like how he heard those bastards who wanted to defile you, like how he killed every last one of those motherfuckers? How much he'd made those fuckers suffer, knocking off a bitch bimbo or two while he was at it? No, that'd make you afraid of him. Right? He didn't want that! He wanted to protect you! The one he'd loved so much!

He'd loved...

Or did you want him to tell you how he'd been sent spiraling downhill uncontrollably, completely and utterly obsessed with you? Since the beginning. He'd been falling and falling. Maybe, at first, he knew it was wrong, but now? Now that he's killed for you? Katsuki wasn't so sure anymore; if it was wrong or not. That thread has long since snapped.

"'tsuki?" he hears your worried voice, and finally, he turns to you. Close. You were close. Katsuki was quickly overwhelmed by this, all train of thought coming to a crashing halt, his face burning up.

~~~

He was silent for awhile, refusing to look at you and answer you. You could tell from his body language-his posture-something was churning inside his head. And you had a hunch what that something was, so you carefully inched close to him. "'tsuki?" you called him, worried. Your voice brings a jolt in him as his head swivels to you, and you hold back your laugh at how quickly his face, ears, and neck turn a lurid crimson; bright enough to rival his widened eyes. Okay, perhaps you were a little too close. You find yourself smiling softly, feeling your cheeks heat slightly, for a few short moments.

"I...overheard." you admit, allowing time for your words to begin to sink in. "What that man wanted to do." you say to him, his beet red flush beginning to cool as you speak to him, one sentence at a time, slowly. "The man...you killed." you say to him. You could see horror and panic very slowly begin to settle into his sharp features. "'tsuki." you call him again. "I meant it." you tell him, seriously. "When I said thank you." you say. His brows furrow, and he opens his mouth, but no words come out.

You look down, your hand searching for his. "Sweet thing..." you say the nickname he'd called you softly, watching his fingers flex and hesitantly intertwine with yours. "I..." you hear him try to speak. "Truth be told, I, uh...." you trail off, trying to find the courage to confess to the man whose hand you were holding, "I love you." trying to find the right words to tell him how long--

'I love you.'

Once the three raspy words register over your inner scramble to find the right words, you whip your head up to look at him in awe, and a pang of disbelief. The man you were head over heels for...just confessed to you, before you could confess to him. The loveable man in front of you, looking so adorable going shade after shade redder by the second. Without a second thought, you swing one leg over his legs to straddle his lap, his embarrassed sputtering going in one ear and out the other.

"Thah--Buh--Ah--"

You cup his face, tilt your head and lean in to place your lips on his in a brief chaste kiss, the scent of warm caramel clouding your senses. The warbled noise that escapes him when you pull away; the adorable 'please' in his gaze makes you smile as you lean back in to pepper him with soft kisses. He sighs in content, basking in your affection, his tense form melting under your kisses. It isn't until the nth kiss you press onto his lips that he kisses back, which earns a giggle from you.

You could feel his smile as you kissed him and he kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. This slow, sweet kiss was shared for several moments before you both break apart. You bring a hand to caress his face, gazing at his lovely features, his hands resting on your hips. "I love you, too, 'tsuki." you tell him in a small voice, shyly. His smile widens, thumbs rubbing a brief circle before he leans down slowly to kiss you-so sweetly, as if asking permission-and you close the distance, locking your lips with his, carding your fingers through his soft hair.

You nip on his lower lip, silently asking for more, and he complies with a soft groan; parting his lips to allow you entrance, his tongue wrestling yours. His taste. Heavens above, he was more intoxicating than you dreamed of. You scoot up on his lap to get closer to him, closer to his warmth, your pelvis bumping into something very hard and quite large. You could feel his gasp in your mouth at that contact.

"That--"

For you, this was a dream come true. Feeling mischievous, you grind against him. "Fuck." he grunts, stilling your hips.

" 'tsuki?" you hum.

"We...can't."

~~~

"We...can't." he says. " 'tsuki…" he hears you whine, he sees those pretty eyes looking up at him. "That--I-" he tries. Those pretty eyes. "It's not that I don't want to, it's--fuck--" he grunts, feeling his face heat up. "If--that-" he starts. Begging him.

See, Katsuki had self-restraint practically in spades. But now that he was beneath the beautiful you in the flesh, that which he prided himself in crumbles completely. "I won't be able to control myself." he grits out, hanging on a thread. "Then don't, 'tsuki." you say, very close to sending him reeling down the path of debauchery that only happened in his dreams. Those gorgeous eyes looking up at him, pleading with him.

He didn’t want to scare you. Damn, you were so beautiful. He wanted to protect you, not--

" 'tsuki?" you call him sweetly.

How could he say no?

"Consent." he manages. Your pretty eyes widen up at him, while he goes through an internal struggle. Oh, the things he wanted to do to you. So sweet, so beautiful…so innocent looking. You grace him with your laughter, pink dusting your cheeks-music to his ears, sending shivers up and down his spine, giving him goosebumps.

He wanted to corrupt you. But that would have to wait. He wanted to savor his first time with you. Take things nice and slow.

But first, he wanted to know if you wanted him, too.

"I need your consent, y/n." he says, and just push yourself closer to him. "I don't want to hurt you." he says, as you wrap your arms around his neck, "I--" planting a hot one on his lips to shut him up. "Jus' fuck me, already, 'tsuki." you tell him, and something in him snaps.

Oh, sweetheart. He'll fuck you, alright.

Large hands cup your ass, fingers digging into your supple flesh, anchoring you to him. He could hear your gasp, your cute squeal as he stood up, followed by your playful laughter as he carried you down the hall while you clung to him. "La-last one down--" you gasp breathlessly, your sweet lips searching for his, your hands tugging wantonly at his blonde locks. He grunts, hiking you up and craning his head, and you latch on as he keeps you secure around his hips, making out with him as he reaches out a hand and turns the knob, kicking the door open. Vermillion eyes glance up and flit about your room as he carries you to the bed.

Your room. Your bed.

He pulls away from the kiss when his knees meet the bed, plopping you on top of the mattress. "Fuck--" he grunts, your hand already reaching under his tank top, gliding over his trail and feeling up his abs, exploring up, up, up, one sneaky little finger from your other hand hooping under his belt.

You're a brave one, aren't 'cha?

He reaches up behind himself, pulling off his hoodie, his tank top quickly following, discarded on the floor. He chuckles darkly, catching you staring at the very visible tent straining from within the tight confines of his jeans. "Like what 'cha see, sweet thing?" he smirks down at you, watching your pretty hues flit up to him. You give him a coquettish smile, and he could see the mischief in your eyes as you grabbed his belt and proceeded to wrestle it undone. He stays put-he lets you do you, a huff of amusement escaping through his nose.

His eyes spot something tucked beneath your pillows. He could see it very well; right there, in your preferred color, lay a dildo. You made quick work of his belt, situating yourself better, the mattress bouncing under your excited movement, before you undo the button and lower the zipper of his jeans, the latter's teeth ripping open with only the slightest tug, his cock free from it's tightest confine, creating a huge tent in his briefs. He licks his lips, your beautiful gasp making his cock throb in anticipation. He gives you a wicked smirk, reaching for your toy. You want him to fuck you, sweet thing, and believe him, he wants to fuck you six ways from Sunday.

After you see what he had reached for, you begin sputtering. You're so cute, he thinks, seeing the start of some letters, turning it...

..to see his name. "That, 'tsuki--that's!" you try, your embarrassed squeaks only fueling the flame. Boosting his ego. "Fuck, sweetheart." he grunts. You're not as innocent as he thought you were. He steps back, taking your chin and lifting it as he bends and just kisses you.

You, his lovely obsession, had a fucking dildo you used, with his fucking name on it.

Well, when he was done with you, you wouldn't need the damn thing anymore. He'd make damn sure he replaces his own fucking replacement. And that's a promise.

"Mhmn." he hums as he pulls away, chuckling as your lips chase him. "Wanna put them pretty lips somewhere else?" he asks, your toy discarded somewhere in lieu of teasing the band of his briefs while he thumbed at your lips with his other hand.

He watches your gaze dip lower and lower, meeting with his prominent bulge. He was bigger than you had imagined him to be; he knew he would fill you up better than any toy you would use when you fantasized about him.

"How 'bout wrapping 'em around my cock." he says. It wasn't a question.

He pulls down the band as you bring your face close, his erection springing free onto your face with a plap. He can't contain the sigh of relief that escapes him as you gasp. "You're big, Papa Bear…" you sigh, the puff of hot air and the petname sending electricity through his body. You give him an experimental kitten lick, making him groan.

Papa Bear? Naughty fuckin' thing.

He wanted so badly to fuck your face, his mind and body warring with each other. He feels your hot wet mouth take him in suddenly, and his hips instinctively buck forward into the welcoming heat.

"Fuck-" he grunts.

He places a hand on the back of your head, encouragingly. After a few moments of making him see stars, he manages to coax you off. He caresses your cheek.

He wanted to do so many things to you, but only for you would he take things slow.

"You wanna be good for Papa?" he asks. He can hear you gasp, he can see your pupils dilate. You nod up at him so sweetly. He can feel his mouth going dry. "Think you can handle a good face fuckin', Teddy Bear?" he asks you. And what do you do? You open your moist cavern, dangling your tongue out expectantly.

That's what you want, isn't it?

"A'ight, you fuckin' asked for it." he growls, lining up his cock with your mouth, and you-you cheeky little thing-you take him into your mouth and begin to suck. He grunts out a curse, one hand on the back of your head. "Gimme a pinch if I get too rough, sweetheart." he warns you, not giving you a chance to give him some form of reply.

He can feel your hands grab at his thighs as he proceeds thrust into your face, guiding your head, soon finding a rhythm-slowly to begin with, so you can get used to him.

You were so eager, though. Despite gagging around him, tears in your eyes, you made sure to give him enough suction to send tingles throughout his body. Your tongue, too. The hot appendage stroking him in all the right places, giving rise to his moans. "Oh, Teddy Bear--feel s'fuckin' good." he sings your praises.

Balls deep. He's fucking your face, and you're taking it like a fucking trooper, pretty little stars in your eyes while you look up at him. "Ooh, fuck–" a wanton groan escapes him as he throws his head back, your slurps and wet needy chokes complimenting his sounds of approval.

So sweet. So beautiful. Your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, that lovely tongue of yours doing absolute wonders where he's most sensitive. 

You're so observant, listening to and watching his reactions, easily figuring out how to pleasure him, pretty tears streaming from your beautiful eyes.

"S'pretty, yes y'fuckin' are." he praises, panting. He was getting so close, so quickly, and he knew you knew he was. "Ooh, babe…!" he gasps as you suck harder, trying to milk him of all he's worth, making his eyes roll back into his head. He clenches his jaw, his thrusts getting sloppier. "Te-Teddy Bear-" a rasp escapes him, his jaw dropping as he groans.

"Close, 'm close, wh-ere-d'ya-" his voice cracks, and your hands grab hold of his hips, the tell-tale pressure silently telling him inside while you give him a dick melting suck that sends him into a tizzy, three more sloppy thrusts seeing him over the edge in an intense orgasm, knees weak and body shuddering at each shot of cum you all but greedily milk from him while you choke on his cock.

His grip on your head loosens, both of his arms going slack. He could feel you suckling as you pull off him, giving his half-hard cock a sticky kiss before wrapping them pretty lips around his sensitive cock head only to give him yet another dick melting suck, tongue curled around him, making him jolt. He pulls you off his half hard cock, the impish sparkle in your eyes giving rose to something in him.

"Don't be cheeky." he warns you as you curl your fingers around the base of his length. You grin up at him. "What are you gonna do?" you ask daringly, your next words kindling to his darkest desire to turn you into an obedient obsession. "Punish me?"

Boy, little had he known, you were a brat. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards in a no doubt feral grin. "Trust me, sweetheart. You don't want that." he tells you.

You simply shrug, prettily. His last thread was dangerously close to snapping. His desire-his need to make this first time together something special…

"What if I do?"

…all too easily flushed away by you. 

He cranes his head back, takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly.

One chance, he tells himself. He'll only give you one chance.

"Ya might wanna run, babe." he warns you , darkly, scowling down at you. If you did run, oh divine, he'd have to hunt you down, protect you from the horrors of the world, locking you away if he needed to, and care for your every fucking whim, want, and need. He'd make damn sure you'd be perfectly happy. A perfect, sweet, obedient, darling, divine obsession.

You catch him off guard; pulling his wrists towards you sharply, sending him hovering over you with a startled grunt, his large hands pressed into the bed on either side of your head. The sweet titters that pass your lips and ring throughout your bedroom pinball inside his skull. "You already got me, so what's the point, Kats?" you tease him.

You'd love that, wouldn't you, darling?

A feral grin splits across his face.

"Aight, then. I'll make you scream for me, darlin'." he promises you, already pawing away your clothes.

He'll make you Scream, until your voice runs out.