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the-weeping-author · 2 days ago
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Ahh this was so good! I really hope there a next part!
so hot!
part three! best friends to lovers but there's some bumps in the road? is steve really that stupid? eddie would say so, you would disagree | (sorry for the time away aha ive had the wildest month and i kinda hate this chapter mega but it's okay!) | 3k words
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Waking beside Steve was strange, to describe it in simple terms. Perhaps strange suggested you hadn’t enjoyed it, rather it was something new, something you could maybe see yourself getting used to if you ever had the chance, but something you knew you enjoyed. The warmth of his body radiated against yours, embedding under your skin in waves that simply pulled you closer to his, if that could even be considered as a possibility.
The summer sun of Hawkins shone brightly, unabashedly itself as it battered through the curtains of Steve’s bedroom and quite simply forcing you awake despite how much your body craved to be pulled back under the covers and into a slumber. Steve, however, seemed to be stronger in battling the sun as his eyes remained shut, the soft snores still spilling out from his lips as the breath hit against your neck gently.
It occurred to you that Steve was just as prone to wanting to touch you whether he was asleep or not; his body simply yearned to be near yours. He kept you close with his arm laid across your stomach, fingers splayed on your side, with his face pressed into your neck and legs entangled with your own beneath the bed covers. 
The balmy morning didn’t help when you tried to peel your body away from Steve’s, your skin sticky and almost refusing to let you slip away from the bed in a sneaky way, as you had hoped. You had wanted to skip out of his bedroom in peace, in an attempt to compose yourself even slightly before Steve would have the chance to wake up. You needed time to yourself, to catch your breath and maybe give yourself a good look in the mirror after you’d spent far too long counting the freckles that danced across Steve’s face when you had woken up.
But, your plan had lacked a successful execution for as soon as you sat up, as delicately as you could, Steve started to stir. His body missing the weight of yours beside him, the warmth of your touch lost on him as his eyes fluttered open to find you sitting up in his bed with the covers still draped over your legs.
“C’mon back to bed,” Steve flopped his head back down onto the pillow, his eyes closing back over for the bright light of the sun was too much for him so soon after waking up. “’S like far too early.” His hand mindlessly fumbled around the bed until it found your waist once more, pulling you back down to lay beside him.
“It’s too bright, I can’t sleep.” Your words were quiet, hardly above a whisper, almost scared to disrupt the solace you had created, and found, in Steve’s bedroom.
“I didn’t say go back to sleep,” Steve tugged you closer to his body, almost draping you across him. “I just said come back to bed.”
You didn’t say anything after that, your rebuttal entirely lost within you as the words died in your throat. How could you even dare to argue when Steve tangled his fingertips in your hair, pulling you to lay on his bare chest? You hadn’t meant to drift back into sleep, you had wanted to stay on your toes and maybe lay down for another few minutes in order to simply humour Steve; but soon again, your eyes were fluttering opening and you weren’t sure how long you fallen back asleep for.
Though, waking up the second time around, you were more keen to chance whatever luck you had and slip out of bed, out of the grip Steve had on you to keep you laying on his chest. This time around, you were more cautious, quieter if that was possible, as you dodged the creaky floorboards in his bedroom that you had learned about over the years. You made it out of the bedroom with more success than your first attempt, whilst Steves slept soundly; a sight that warmed your heart.
You had witnessed the pit that Steve found himself during every battle with the upside down; the headaches that he was prone to now more than ever, that he would never admit the lack of hearing in his left ear, and that sleep had simply slipped down and out of his priority list. Sleep never found him the way it used to, now that time was haunted, his mind plagued with flashing images of his friends being tortured, ripped apart, bruised and broken. If he could avoid falling asleep, at any cost, he could avoid replaying the most wretched memories that plagued his mind.
So, whilst you made your way downstairs, you left Steve to sleep for you wouldn’t dream of ever disturbing him. The chatter of your friends bled upstairs, their laughter filling your ears with every step you took closer to the living room.
“And she rises! Thought you disappeared and I was never gonna see you again.” Eddie, ever the most dramatic of the group, near enough shouted once you sat down beside him on the couch - possibly ruining your plan of letting Steve sleep.
“Yeah, just tell that to the whole street.” You rolled your eyes though you couldn’t say you were surprised by how theatrical he was acting. 
“So, how was your magical night, hm?” His words were drawn out, teasing. “Wanna tell me everything?”
“I went to bed?” Your eyebrows scrunched, confused as to what he was asking.
“Yeah, sure, you and Stevie just went to bed,” Eddie had a smirk playing on his lips, like he knew something you didn’t. “Lie to me all you want, princess, I’m not stupid.”
“I’m not lying, Eds, we just went to sleep.” A blush fell over your cheeks at his insinuation, though you knew it was the furthest from the truth. You could hardly string a sentence together when you were around Steve, never mind sleep with him.
“Why?” Eddie looked just as confused as you had only ten seconds prior; eyebrows pinched together and his lips pursed as though he truly couldn’t believe what you were telling him.
“What’d you mean ‘why’? We were tired?” Still, you could hardly understand the questions that Eddie was throwing at you but maybe you could blame it on the fact that you had just woken up.
“It’s just- I mean, it’s you and Steve, y’know? I just thought, I dunno, thought you’d finally make the jump.” He hummed and sat back against the sofa, looking just as sleep mussed as you were sure that you did; his hair tied back in a loose bun, Steve’s too big sweatpants on his legs, and a mug of coffee in his hands.
“Who’s jumping?” Nancy walked into the living room with a tray in her hands, filled with bowls of fruit and stacks of pancakes - clearly having been awake for longer than you were. “What’ve I missed?” Jonathan filed in behind her, his hands filled with two jugs of orange juice. 
“Shit, Nance, you’ve been busy.” You offered her a hand, clearing the coffee table of the board games that lingered, so she could place the tray down - trying to swerve the conversation away from your so-called magical night with Steve. 
“Stevie and his girl, c’mon, keep up.” Eddie groaned and popped some grapes into his mouth.
“I did wake up in a panic when I didn’t see either of you- thought, fucking, Vecna had come back or somethin’ and taken you both.” Robin was still laying down, her air mattress almost touching the ground compared to the night before.
“Sorry, that was maybe stupid of us.” You grimaced once you realised how it would’ve looked for your friends to wake up without Steve or yourself in the room, especially considering the events of the previous year.
“Steve’s got a girl?” Nancy looked confused, trying to put he pieces together of the conversation that she had heard.
“According to Eddie.” You stood up and rounded the back of the couch as you headed into the kitchen, trying to avoid the conversation as you knew you would give yourself away.
Sure, you had maybe let Robin figure out your feelings for Steve but you feared what would happen if the rest of the group managed to slip into this godforsaken secret of yours too - for you knew it would simply unravel in front of your very eyes, a wildfire unable to contain. You were sure you had been normal as to not let on about the crush that weighed deep on your shoulders, but seemingly, everyone had picked up some clues along the way.
“Thought you said you’d stay.” You heard him before you could see him, having missed the sound of his feet padding down the stairs, instead leaving you rather shocked to hear Steve’s voice float behind you in the kitchen as you busied yourself with pouring a glass of water.
“Didn’t really feel like sleeping the day away.” You shrugged and spun around on your heel, leaning your back against the kitchen countertops though you quickly realised you should’ve stayed facing Steve’s back garden as you found your breath almost knocked out of you when you spun to look at him. 
He stood as the perfect picture of sleep; his hair standing in many directions compared to the usual tamed manner you were used to, he had thrown a tank top over his chest and you had never felt more thankful for his decency as you couldn’t handle the awkwardness that you were sure would ensue if he stood bare-chested in front of you. His voice kept the same grit to it that you knew followed him after a long sleep, and you were sure that no matter how many times you heard it that you would never get used it though you tried to stop yourself from visibly faltering at the sound. You could always daydream about it later.
“Nancy made breakfast, by the way, it’s in the living room.” You nodded towards the sound of chatter from your friends, wanting to send Steve away from you for a moment so you could ground yourself once again - in an attempt to avoid any awkwardness for the day. Sure, he was hot but that didn’t mean you wanted to lose yourself over it.
“Cool,” He hummed, eyes flitting over to the living room before taking a step forward, leaning over you to reach his cupboards and grab two mugs out of them, seemingly not bothered by the way your chests were almost pressed together in the same way you were. “Coffee, yeah?”
“Yeah, two-” You let out a breath you weren’t certain you had even been holding in, hoping Steve hadn’t caught onto that but he quickly interrupted you so were maybe certain he hadn’t.
“Two sugars, splash of milk,” He looked over his shoulder at you, still leaning against his countertops, and flashed a grin at you like he knew what he was doing. “C’mon, sweetheart, I know.”
You fell into a comfortable silence, letting Steve make two cups of coffee for both of you. The sight of him was domesticity at its finest; your heart aching at the image, aching as this was maybe the closest you would ever come to the future you yearned for. 
“We gotta get a radio or somethin’ in here.” Steve spoke quietly, almost fearful to disturb the silence that built around both of you. “Could go up on that window, make it feel more homey maybe.”
“When did you start caring about feeling homey?” You chose to ignore Steve’s choice of words, describing both of you as a ‘we’ rather than individuals - as though this was both of your home, and not just his. “Upside down made you all soft, Stevie.” You poked at his chest when he stepped closer to you, pushing your pink mug beaming with coffee into your hands.
“Just think it’d be nice to have some music, just in the background.” He shrugged and moved to stand beside you, hip pressed to yours with little to no room between you.
“Yeah, ‘m sure we could get one.” You sipped your coffee quietly, falling back into the relaxed silence. 
You weren’t sure how long you and Steve stood there for, it could’ve been five minutes or it could’ve been forty; a simple and slow wake up that you had craved after years of disturbed sleeps, days filled with trepidation. You had earned the quiet moments. Though, these moments were few and far between when your friend group were involved.
“Sorry to interrupt the lovebirds!” Eddie practically chortled when he walked into the kitchen, catching sight of how close you and Steve were standing together; his attention practically zoning into Steve’s fingertips that rested on your waist, drawing circles that neither of you paid any mind to.
“Get fucked, Munson.” Steve rolled his eyes at the dramatics, placing his cup into the sink and walking away from the kitchen.
“You need a bell or something so we know when you’re about to burst in.” You felt a chill run through your body at the loss of Steve’s touch, at the loss of the moment, but you chose to ignore it.
“And where’s the fun in that?” Eddie stole the mug from you hands, stealing a gulp or two before handing it back of to you. “At least I can actually see what’s happening between the two of you, not like either of you are gonna own up to it any time soon.”
“There’s nothing to own up to.” You groaned at his incessant insinuation of something happening between yourself and Steve, because if there was something happening, surely you would be the first to know?
“He looks at you like you put the moon up in the fucking sky, babe,” Eddie couldn’t fathom how determined you were to deny anything happening with Steve when it seemed as clear as day to him. “That’s not nothing.”
“I’m his friend, so are you - he looks at you like that too, I’m sure.” You felt as though you were working yourself in circles bickering back and forth with Eddie about something he seemed so certain on.
“Trust me, princess, if Stevie boy looked at me like that, I’d have had him up against a wall in seconds,” Eddie kissed his teeth and sauntered back into the living room, laughing at the way you gasped after hearing his crude language. “But, he’s got his sights set- unfortunate for me, but lucky for you.”
You shoved his shoulder and pushed him fully back into the living room, choosing to ignore what he had to say. Though, almost instantaneously, you wished you were stood back in the kitchen quarrelling with Eddie.
“Betty’s still asking for you, Steve,” You heard Nancy say as you hovered by the door. “I said I’d set something up for the two of you, a coffee date or dinner.” 
You stood almost frozen in place, eyes locked on Steve as you tried to gauge his reaction. No matter the look on his face, nothing would help ease the sudden racing your heart had decided to pick up on. 
“Yeah, sure, Nance, thanks.” Steve nodded, his voice clipped and short as his eyes flickered up to yours momentarily - if you had blinked you were sure you would have missed it. 
You kicked yourself for ever living in the daydream you had created. You knew you should never have gotten tangled up in the bubble that came along with Steve; there was no way in hell you were brave enough to open up about your newfound feelings, so you couldn’t stop him. You especially wouldn’t stop him from going on a date with one of Nancy’s college friends for you had heard firsthand from Steve about the crush this girl harboured for him. It would be unfair of you to hold either of them back from each other.
So, you bit your tongue and stayed quiet, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill out over your eyes as the conversation started to flow back into normalcy between the group. But Eddie knew something was off, he knew you better than you knew yourself; a sixth sense of his perhaps.
“It’s only Betty, I’m sure he’s just being polite,” Eddie leaned down to whisper into your ear, careful to ensure no one else could hear what he had to say. “And even if he’s not just being polite, he’s being a fucking idiot.” 
You simply hummed in response to what Eddie had to say, not entirely listening as you instead played possibly a million different date scenarios in your head with Steve and Betty - their entire future flashing in front of you.
“Don’t think too much about it, I’ll have a word with him. Maybe then he’ll get it through that thick skull of his.”
Your lips turned up at this though no laughter fell out, you nodded in agreement about what he had to say but you wished he’d never had to say it to begin with.
“Steve, the kids are coming ‘round soon and you’ve got sweet fuck all in that kitchen,” Eddie spoke up and over the group, interrupting all of the conversations that were already happening. “Get ready and we’ll go to the store.”
“There’s plenty in there for-” Steve gestured to his kitchen for he knew it was fully stocked, as he made sure of whenever he knew any of his friends would be coming over to his place.
“Let’s go.” Eddie spoke with wide eyes as he hoped Steve would understand what he was trying to say without saying it, throwing the boy his shoes from the front door and grabbing the car keys too.
You mouthed a small ‘thank you,’ to Eddie whilst Steve ran up the stairs to swap his pyjamas for something more appropriate to wear to the store. An hour to yourself to overthink, to hurt your own feelings, seemed exactly what you needed in that moment - a moment away from Steve and the thoughts he brought on in your mind. 
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the-weeping-author · 29 days ago
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Upcoming series
Hey guys so I have a Bakugo Katsuki x Oc series on the way!! If you’d like to be tagged just comment below and I’ll add you to it on my docs.
So I know I’ve attempted series in the past, but I feel like this one is going to be different because I’m in a better space writing this. Thank you for supporting me. (Snippet below)
My Ocs name: Miyuki Kobayashi
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“Miyuki is just a child Fugashiro.”
Miyuki immediately froze, her little breath caught in her throat.
“Mikoto age doesn’t matter when it comes to quirk training. You of all people should know that.”
A unsettling knot filled Miyuki’s stomach, and she balled her small fist in her lap. Her fathers words upset her for some reason. Maybe it was the way he said things, or maybe even his tone. Her mothers voice was silent for a moment, but soon her voice filled the tense air.
“I know that Fugashiro, but she shouldn’t have to grow up like we did. Why is her enjoying her childhood so bad?”
A loud sharp scoff echoed behind her words, and though they couldn’t see her she still winced like they could. Miyuki has never heard her father speak to her mother in such a malicious way, and she couldn’t help but feel this was all her fault.
“It’s not a bad thing Mikoto, Miyuki would still have a childhood, it just wouldn’t be like most kids. She’d have more experience with her quirk, and she-.”
“Wouldn’t have any real life experiences Fugashiro! Why would we want our daughter to go through that? She’s already so sensitive, don’t you think just completely removing her social life at such a young age would affect her long term?”
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the-weeping-author · 1 month ago
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something, somehow, someday
series masterlist
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series summary: you know you will love satoru for the rest of your life, but when you wake with his cursed energy in your navel there is no option but to flee. what future is there for a child of a god? at 18 satoru is without you, and you make off with a piece of him you hoped he'd never meet.
pairing: secret baby daddy!gojo x reader
tags: secret child trope, angst (lots), eventual fluff, eventual smut, hurt/comfort
18+! minors dni <3
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prologue: aurora borealis
chapter 1: your takara
chapter 2: near miss
chapter 3: sun stall
chapter 4: tba!
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let me know if you'd like to be tagged :3<3
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the-weeping-author · 1 month ago
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As a fellow pup owner this was sooo cute!!
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Okay so we all know Katsuki would absolutely be adorable with cats - like pretends to hate them but secretly loves them - but I need to see more of Katsuki with a big ass DOG
I imagine he and you start dating a little after he becomes a pro hero; he has a nice apartment - and he takes you to his place after going out for a few dates together.
You expect to just snuggle up on the couch and watch a nice movie, you know, the standard Netflix and chill.
What you don't expect however is to basically be tackled to the floor the moment Katsuki unlocks the door to his apartment, a huge mass of black fur crashing into you immediately.
You yelp, caught off guard, only to start laughing hysterically as a pink tongue darts out to lick at your face.
Katsuki groans, staring at his dog happily trying to lick your face off, running a palm down his face as his large callused hand tugs at the dog's collar, pulling him off of you.
He frowns and uses his other hand to help you up, sighing.
"Sorry about him. Damn mutt doesn't know how t'keep his hands to himself. Are ya okay?"
You giggle, wiping the slobber off your face before leaning down to scratch the happy dog behind his ear, his tail swishing as you do.
"Awww...it's okay!" You coo. "I'm fine, I promise. Does this handsome boy have a name?"
Katsuki can't help but feel his heart warm at the sight of you getting along with his dog so well - you handle him so naturally, he can't help but fall you for just a little bit more.
"Mmm...yeah. His name is Cerberus."
You grin at that. "Like the one who lives in the Underworld? That's awesome."
Katsuki gives you a grin of his own - before glances and your clothes and groaning again.
"Damn it...his fur got all over ya. Lemme go grab the lint roller."
Needless to say - your clothes ended up getting way more fur later on with the way the dog insisted to be lying on your lap at every waking second. Katsuki's pretty sure Cerberus got more of your attention than he did that night.
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A/N: can you tell I'm a dog owner...lmao
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the-weeping-author · 1 month ago
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Chileeeeee 🙌 this was so good I’m speechless..
୨୧ You tried to sneak out after a one-night stand. Gojo wakes up — calm, shirtless, and not okay with being left behind. What follows is possessive touches, quiet threats, and a reminder of who you belong to.
I wanted to write something that felt like a slow unravel — soft words, sharp intentions, and Gojo being terrifyingly calm in the way only he can be. just a lil treat for the yandere girlies ♡ hope it ruins you in the best way. mlist
gojo satoru x reader
minors do not interact. this piece is intended for 18+ audiences.
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The floor was cold beneath your bare feet as you tiptoed across the suite.
Gojo’s apartment was too clean — pristine white walls, muted city lights pouring through wide windows, and expensive silence that made your breath feel too loud. Your dress from the night before was clutched in one hand, wrinkled and still smelling faintly like sweat and cologne. You hadn’t even put your shoes back on yet.
He was still in bed, you were sure of it. He’d been wrapped in those dark gray sheets when you slid out, dead silent. You hadn’t dared to glance back.
Until now.
“Y’know,” a voice drawled behind you — slow, amused, terrifyingly awake. “If you really wanted to leave quietly, you probably shouldn’t have stolen my shirt.”
You froze mid-step, breath caught like prey in a trap.
He was sitting up now. Hair messier than before. One long arm braced behind him, the other pushing the sheets off his bare torso. His blindfold was gone, tossed somewhere on the nightstand, and his icy blue eyes caught the dim light like sharpened crystal.
You swallowed.
“It was cold,” you offered, lamely.
“Oh, totally,” he said, voice light and sarcastic. “That’s why you’re sneaking out like you killed somebody.”
You turned slowly. “I didn’t think you'd care—”
Gojo laughed. Not loud — just sharp, like a knife sliding across glass.
“You didn’t think I’d care?” he repeated. “Sweetheart… I’ve had your name circling my brain since the second you touched me.”
He stood, bare feet whispering across the hardwood as he stalked toward you — tall, loose-limbed, terrifyingly calm.
You backed up.
Bad idea.
He moved faster, one hand pressing against the wall just beside your head, caging you without even touching you.
“That’s mine,” he said softly, flicking the hem of the shirt you were wearing. His shirt — white, oversized, the one that hung just a little too low on you and hit just high enough on your thighs to drive him insane.
“You mean the shirt?”
His head tilted. “I mean you.”
You went quiet, breath shaky. “We hooked up once.”
“So?” Gojo smiled, slow and bright — but his eyes didn’t match. They burned. “You don’t do that with someone like me and leave. That’s not how this works.”
You opened your mouth, maybe to argue. But the words died on your tongue the second his fingers hooked under the shirt’s hem and pushed up — slow, deliberate, warm palms skating along the skin of your thighs.
“W-Wait—” You shifted, but he just stepped closer, pressing the full heat of his body into yours.
“Don’t run,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear now. “You’ll only make me chase you. And you won’t like how that ends.”
Your breath hitched. His fingers kept moving — slipping higher, thumbs brushing over the crease of your hips, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.
“I liked seeing you in my shirt,” he said softly. “But I like you better out of it.”
You shivered.
Then he tugged — not gently. The shirt lifted over your head, arms caught for a moment before he pulled it free and tossed it aside. You were bare beneath, breathless and pressed against the wall like you didn’t know what to say.
“Pretty little thing,” Gojo murmured, fingers trailing over your bare stomach. “You really thought you could disappear from me? After the way you moaned my name last night?”
You blushed — visibly. It made his eyes darken.
He kissed you. Rough, breath-stealing, like he was trying to taste every sound you’d ever made. You clutched at his shoulders — and it hit you all over again just how strong he was. How fast he could crush you. But he didn’t.
Not yet.
“Bed,” he said. “Now.”
He didn’t yell — didn’t need to. You obeyed without thinking, legs shaky as you moved. He followed like a storm.
The sheets were still warm when he pushed you down, straddling you easily. His hands roamed — over your breasts, down your sides, fingers memorizing every inch like he’d been given a test on it.
“You looked so cute sneaking out,” he murmured, lips grazing your skin as he moved lower. “But you’re not going anywhere now. You hear me?”
You nodded — breathless, wrecked, unsure if it was fear or desire curling low in your stomach.
Maybe both.
He kissed the inside of your thigh, slow and lingering, before glancing up with those impossible blue eyes.
“I’m gonna remind you exactly who you belong to.”
And when he finally lowered his mouth to you — all heat, tongue, and expert cruelty — you forgot your own name.
But you remembered his.
Over and over and over again.
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the-weeping-author · 1 month ago
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risky in bathroom ꨄ bf!bakugo x reader
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ theme : risky sex at kirishima's party w katsuki ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ warnings : smut , +18 , p!v sex , risky , caught!kink , drunk sex
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kirishima’s party was in full swing - music blaring, people taking shots in the kitchen or smoking a joint on the couch while most of the partygoers were dancing in the living room. the bass was vibrating in your chest and the washing machine under your bare ass felt cold against your hot skin.
your bf!bakugo stood in between your legs, his strong hands holding your plump hips under the hem of your skirt as he pounded his flushed cock into you.
the bathroom was down the hallway near the kitchen, meaning that it wasn’t exactly the most secluded spot in the house. you didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation, your mind was too fuzzy from alcohol and your body too horny to really understand why you wanted to fuck bakugo in kirishima’s family bathroom.
you only remembered how fucking hot he had looked while driving you here – one hand on the steering wheel, the other lazily on your bare thigh. the black tank top he wore was almost seductive, that idiot knew how sexy he looked with his muscular arms visible and legs spread so casually while he drove slightly over the speedlimit.
”kats-” you whined against his neck as your nails dug into his shoulders, the feeling of his thick cock abusing your clenching pussy was making your mind dizzy. you held onto him, the washing machine quietly thumping against the wall with every one of his thrusts. luckily the music was so loud that there was only a small chance that people would hear it.
”shh, too loud” bakugo whispered through his gritted teeth, the softness of his lips lingering on your ear. you sealed your lips and attempted to muffle your soft moans and whimpers, even though you felt his hard tip slamming against your cervix.
”that’s it, that’s it, good girl, so fucking good-” he murmured hoarsely, his soft yet demanding tone made your skin shiver. bakugo’s mint gum breath fanned over your glistening neck, the hands momentarily tightening their grip on your flesh.
a loud knock suddenly echoed in the bathroom. ”yo?! what’s taking so fucking long?!” you heard a yell – it was kirishima.
”shh, don’t yell, dude! someone’s probably fucking there” another voice said, clearly coming from denki.
bakugo slowed the movement of his hips to the point where he rolled between your trembling legs in a slow, fucking torturing manner. the thickness of his cock rubbed perfectly against your wet g-spot, your eyes rolling back and a moan almost escaping your agape lips. he slammed a hand over your mouth, red eyes suddenly piercing through you. bakugo’s cheeks were slightly flushed, his swollen lips mouthing you a sentence of two words;
shut up.  
you whimpered quietly against his hand, your eyes glistening from need. the moment was so lewd, so disgustingly illegal, that it made a knot of arousal swell in your abdomen. the idea of bakugo having his cock shoved deep inside of you while your juices leaked all over kirishima’s washing machine - it was like a dirty dream.
you felt your hips beginning to shake and a small quiet whine vibrated against his hand again as you tried to communicate with him that you were fucking about to cum.
”someone could be passed out in there, keep yelling” another voice suggested, a quieter one. it was shoto.
katsuki visibly clenched his jaw as he heard your soft whimpers, and he couldn’t help but snap his hips against you faster, even if it was risky. your pussy was squeezing around his shaft more aggressively, forcing a small guttural groan escape his sealed lips as well.
”hellooooooo?!” kirishima yelled again and banged the door.
however katsuki continued to bang you instead, and soon you felt the wave of hot, pure pleasure spreading throughout your insides. the sensation made your body tremble and legs twitch, forcing bakugo to grab you by the hips with both hands again so you wouldn’t fucking fall off.
however, you managed to keep your voices down by biting your lower lip hard and squeezing your eyes closed, even though you were quite literally seeing stars at that point.
”katsuki…” you whimpered as quietly as you could, which seemed to do the trick since you could feel him twitching inside of you.
he fucked you through your orgasm and with a deep, firm thrust, he emptied himself inside of your clenching walls which were sucking him dry. your soaked and exhausted pussy still squeezed around him while you were feeling dizzy from the sensation of warm ropes of cum filling your hole. a small moan fell from his parted lips as he grew sensitive.
”yo, midoriya! come here!” denki exclaimed, as another pair of steps was heard from outside.
”what?” was deku’s answer which was heard behind the door now.
”open this door with your smash, will ya? we think someone’s literally passed out in there”
”oh, sure!” said deku.
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the-weeping-author · 1 month ago
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This was sooooo good! The dialogue was amazing!
─ .✦˚˖🎀⋆The Soft Spot He Pretends He Doesn’t Have (Part 2)
Part 1
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff
The BakuSquad eventually forgets. Or at least, pretends to.
Kaminari starts shouting about the final boss he can’t beat, Mina launches into a story about her cousin’s chaotic wedding, and Kirishima gets Sero into a heated debate about the ethics of pineapple on pizza. The room grows loud again, messy and familiar, like static around the edges of a photograph.
But Bakugo stays where he is.
Pressed against your side, thigh to thigh, warm and still. His arm stretches along the back of the couch—not quite around you, not quite not. His fingers tap once against the cushion behind your shoulders. Just once.
You could lean back if you wanted. You could fall into that space he’s silently offering, and he wouldn’t stop you.
So you do.
And he exhales, soft through his nose. His arm drops—light, secure—and for a second, he forgets to act like he’s not content.
Eventually, the squad disperses. Off to raid the kitchen or head to the training room or argue over movie picks. No one says anything about how he follows you when you get up. No one says anything about how you don’t ask him to.
You end up outside.
The dorm rooftop is cool and empty, dusted in stars. The city hums below, distant and sleepy.
He doesn’t speak right away.
Just leans against the railing beside you, pinkie grazing yours. The silence between you isn’t heavy. It’s… peaceful. Like even the quiet feels safer when it’s him.
“I heard what they said,” he mutters eventually, eyes on the skyline.
You glance at him, lips twitching. “Which part?”
“The jacket. The orange.” A pause. “All of it.”
“And?”
He shrugs. “They’re not wrong.”
That stuns you into silence.
He finally turns toward you—shoulders squared, eyes sharp but soft in the way only you ever see. “I’m not good with words. But I’m not fuckin’ stupid either. I know I treat you different.”
“Katsuki—”
He takes your hand then. Not just a brush. A full hold. Fingers laced. Warm and steady.
“I don’t wanna yell at you,” he says. “Not ‘cause you can’t take it. But ‘cause you’re the only thing in my life that doesn’t feel like a fight.”
Your chest pulls tight.
He exhales, gaze dropping to your joined hands. “You’re the one thing I don’t wanna burn.”
You step closer. Close enough that his shoulder brushes your cheek. “You won’t.”
“You say that now,” he murmurs.
“And I’ll say it again tomorrow,” you whisper. “And the next day. However long it takes for you to believe it.”
His jaw works like he wants to argue—but then your fingers tighten around his, and whatever resistance he had crumbles.
He leans in. Not to kiss you. Not yet.
Just to rest his forehead against yours.
The wind moves gently between you. A breeze that smells like coming rain. His thumb brushes yours, slow. Careful.
“I like the quiet with you,” he says.
You smile.
“I like everything with you.”
And there, under a sky that never asks him to be softer, he lets himself be.
For you.
Always for you.
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the-weeping-author · 2 months ago
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This was so great!
ᱬ⛧ mirror, mirror ~ k. bakugou
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sum: mirror mirror on the wall, maybe you can show us how we fuck? in which you find yourself in front of a mirror getting a brief look at how your husband fucks you.
pairing: timeskip husband! katsuki bakugou x wife! reader
content: 18+ mdni. p in v, slight teasing, dirty talk, marking, multiple/implied multiple orgasms, mirror sex, creampie, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content, aftercare. slight anime/manga spoilers for new fans/not caught up on anime/manga.
a/n: on a roll with another post - this time an old work that was part of kinktober. padded out to feel better. feels like this is one of the better things i've wrote to date. hope you all enjoy! as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!
word count: 2.2k
links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist
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To everyone out there in the world, you and your husband looked like the perfect couple, despite being polar opposites in appearance; you gelled together perfectly. Everyone comments on how perfectly you complement each other.
Anyone who was anyone wanted to be like you and your pro-hero husband, even if he had a temper to rival some of the villains he fought. A temper you'd never be on the receiving end of. The perfect married couple living in a cliché house in the middle of a rural area.
Your life was full of clichés, from waking him up to a nutritious breakfast with his hero suit ready to go, to the sweet kisses you gave him as he left the house, ready to keep the streets of Japan safe for another day.
With a sweet life, everyone had the foolish thought of every aspect of your life being vanilla, even when it came to your sex life. With how tired your husband must be from working all day, sometimes weeks at a time, he wouldn't have the energy for anything other than soft missionary.
Oh, how wrong they were - if they could see the inside of your mind, then they'd rethink their assumptions.
"Hah, Kat, so full". Letting out a whine, you gripped the sheets beneath you as your knuckles turned white. With your face pressed into the mattress, you tried desperately to anchor yourself to something as you felt yet another orgasm creeping up from your toes.
Your thighs were already numb, slowly reddening from the harsh thrusts of the man responsible for having you in this position. You could feel the numbness from the pleasure spreading down your legs; no doubt you'd have trouble walking when he'd eventually let up.
"Fuck, does that feel good princess? Does getting fucked by my cock feel like heaven? Like you were fucking made just f'me". The obvious smugness in your husband's voice, paired with the way he was slamming his hips against you, had your jaw slack. The mushroom tip of his cock repeatedly thumping against that spongy spot deep inside had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, whimpers slipping past your swollen lips.
On a normal night, the sound of the bedframe squeaking would have blended in with the sounds both you and he made, but tonight, after a rather long day with a villain that tested him to his limits, it was nothing more than white noise compared to the noises coming from you both. "I know you're close darling, let me feel that pretty pussy milk me before I even think about filling you with my cum".
The weight on top of you shifted as you felt Bakugou's chest press against your back, large hand finding its way between your legs before the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit. Whining out again, you felt him rub circles in time with his thrusts, helping to coax you to your nth orgasm of the night.
"Please, Kats, fuck, I can't take much more". Trying your best to look at him from the corner of your eye, you managed to make out the mass of ash-blonde hair belonging to him.
"Then let go f'me okay? I know you want to". As if on cue, you felt your legs stiffen as your fingers gripped the sheets harder, a broken cry of Bakugou's name leaving your throat as you felt that hot pleasure zap throughout your body. That one the strongest orgasm you felt of the night so far, or so you thought.
Your cunt was overly sensitive, so paired with the way Bakugou toyed with your clit, of course you were going to feel whatever you body wanted you to feel. Not that you cared, you were too drunk on pleasure to think about anything other than the cock thrusting into you at what felt like inhumane speed.
The squelching of your sopping wet cunt only added fuel to his desire for you as he pinned you down under his weight, hips rutting faster as he drew horse sobs of pleasure from your throat. You really were amazing in his eyes; you took everything he gave and more, never giving up when it became too much pleasure for you to bear.
Not long after, a moan of disappointment left your throat as you became hyper-aware of the empty feeling deep within. Letting out a shaky sigh, you began to turn before finding your movements halted, your body becoming weightless as you were picked up in strong arms.
Humming out, you looked at Bakugou with glassy eyes, tilting your head as he smiled softly at you. Opening your mouth, you tried to question what he was doing, only to be silenced by a gentle kiss that took you by surprise as he moved off towards a corner of your bedroom.
Just what was he planning?
The few steps he had taken halted, causing you to turn your head, eyes widening slightly. There staring back at you was not only your fucked out expression but your body decorated with bites and scratches from your husband. Your skin was covered with a soft sheen, making you look ethereal. "Kat, what are you doing?".
Casting your gaze at the mirror to the side slightly, you looked at the man who now stood behind you, head tilting as you observed him. A proud smirk tugged at his lips as he placed a hand on your body, fingers rolling the perky bud of your breast as you moaned softly, leaning back into his chest.
You were usually so good at reading the expressions your husband wore, but this time, he wore one you couldn't quite read.
Before you had time to register what was happening, you felt your body being hoisted, legs spread open for not only yourself, but your husband to see. To see the way your pussy clenched around nothing as some of your husband cum began to seep out. "You know, princess, I've always wanted to do this...".
Before Bakugou continued what he as going to say, you felt the mushroom tip of his cock poke at your cunt again. The way it dragged across your already sensitive folds had your head lolling back slightly, breath catching in your throat once more as he thrust up into you.
The sinful moan that slipped past your lips had him chuckling, hips thrusting up into you as he helped to bounce you on his cock. "...I've always wanted to watch every single part of you while I fuck you senseless".
Chewing on your lip, you let your head fall back against his shoulder, eyes focusing on the ceiling as he continued to thrust against the spongy spot deep inside - the new angle a welcome feeling. "Fuck, baby girl, you need to watch as well". Opening your mouth to protest, you felt your head being moved, forced to look at the image in the mirror in front of you.
Casting your eyes down, you sucked in a moan as you focused on the part where the two of you were connected as one. Where his cock was buried deep inside your pussy with every thrust he made. The sight made you tingle, heat spreading across your body as newfound confidence took over, your walls squeezing him tighter.
The new sensation around his cock had Bakugou growling out, head dropping onto your shoulder as he began to bite at the already sensitive skin on your neck. Moaning out, you tried to look away from where he was disappearing into you, tried to look a few inches to the side to your husband's figure, but you couldn't. You were entranced by the sight of his cock pumping in and out of you. The way your combined essence dripped down his cock, being driven deeper into your very being. "That's a good girl, baby, watch how I fuck you".
The words and praise caused you to moan out, that all too familiar feeling beginning to creep over you once more. The feeling that caused your cunt to tighten relentlessly around your husband. "Hah, Kat, I'm gonna...".
Letting out an almost guttural moan, Bakugou gripped your chin and turned your face as he thrusted into your tightening cunt. Rough kisses were placed against your lips, desperate and needy as you kissed back with what you could muster, messily pouring out your love.
You could tell he was close to coming; thrusts becoming not only sloppier and needier but harder as well. The mushroom tip of his cock pressing more against the entrance to your womb. Pulling apart, you looked through glassy eyes once more, a string of saliva connecting you both. "Fuck, hah, that's it, squeeze me tighter, baby. Let me feel it while I stuff you full again".
After a few sloppy thrusts, you felt his hips press against your ass as that all too familiar warm feeling of his cum filled you. The spam of your pussy squeezed around him, milking him through his orgasm. Loud moans of pleasure sounded around the room as you arched your back, pressing yourself further into him.
Letting out a soft sigh, you turned your head and rested your forehead against Bakugou's as best you could, chests rising and falling as you panted. Lazily bringing your hand up, you ran your fingers over his cheek, humming slightly. "Look in the mirror, darling, I want you to see this".
Letting your head fall, you looked towards the mirror, down at the place where you connected just in time to see Bakugou pull his cock out of you. Still semi-hard, he twitched slightly as ropes of come connected you both briefly before breaking a few seconds later. A breathy moan of relief and tiredness sounded from you both as you felt yourself being carried back to your shared bed.
Looking up at your husband, you smiled softly and placed your hand back on his cheek. Thumb rubbed over the smooth skin as you looked into his eyes. You never failed to feel so much love for him, no matter what he was doing. The fact that he wasn't just a pro hero, but your husband, made your heart swell with pride and love.
"You know, we should do that more often, I love watching everything, and I mean everything". Your sudden response caught Bakugou by surprise, a soft smile tugged at his lips as he cupped your cheek, eyes taking in your tired and flustered face.
He didn't think you would be up for doing that again, ashamed to admit he might have been a bit selfish in wanting to do something he had wanted for a while. He had a hard time expressing himself, especially when it came to his sex life with you. Not that you weren’t adventurous enough when you were in the throes of pleasure. Still, despite being patient enough with him, he still felt that guilt from time to time.
"You read my mind, princess, but you know I won't do anything you're not comfortable with". His eyes softened as you nodded your head, letting a tired yawn escape. "Let me get you cleaned up, then we'll cuddle".
Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, you felt the weight on the mattress shift as Bakugou left you for a moment, returning with a cloth, bowl and towel. Dipping the material into the water, he moved your legs apart slowly, dabbing the cloth across your swollen pussy to remove the bodily fluids that were starting to dry.
Despite the rough exterior, your husband was as gentle as can be when it mattered the most. When you were cleaned up enough, you felt the mattress dip with his weight once more, a tired smile tugging at your lips and you found yourself wrapped up in strong arms as the bed sheets.
Moving closer to your husband, you cuddle into him and placed your hand on his chest, resting it just above his heart. Your fingers resting gently on the scar he had from his teenage years. When a fight against a villain went wrong. Where his heart stopped before he was brought back to life in front of your eyes.
A sight that still haunted you every now and then to this day. "I love you, Katsuki, I'm so glad I chose you".
Red eyes glanced down at your now sleeping form. A soft smile staying on his lips as he leaned over, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. Of course, he knew how much you loved him, it was obvious to him, and everyone out there just how much you'd fallen for him.
From the shy, timid girl he first met in the hero course at U.A High, to the confident woman who was now in his arms, he never stopped loving you. Even when he thought his life had ended, even when you gripped him tightly when he was revived, not tight enough to hurt him, though. Even on the day you got married, it had always been you.
He was forever grateful that you chose him because no one else would ever get to see him like this. To see him vulnerable in such a raw way. And no one else would ever get to see this side of you, too for as long as he lived.
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the-weeping-author · 2 months ago
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I- jsksjsksksksk I LOVED THIS SO MUCHHH 😭😭😭
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"DON'T STOP LOVING ME."
synopsis: things were always easy between you and katsuki. until suddenly, they weren't. (aka you pull back and katsuki notices and hates it)
notes: ALWAYS w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda. wc ~5k. childhood bffs bc duh. barely proofread sorry
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ever since you were three years old with your scraped knees and sticky fingers to now, where teenage life could not be more confusing, there has always been one, unwavering, constant fact.
you're absolutely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with bakugo katsuki.
and you've never been afraid to show it! backhugs, tackling him to the floor, jumping on top of him and climbing him like a jungle gym, telling him you love him like it's the most obvious thing in the world. (it is)
he always scoffs and grumbles, but you'd never take it personally, because when he tells you to get off, he pulls you close. when he complains that you're annoying when you're sick, he brings you soup and medicine and cuddles you to sleep. when he blushes and tells you he hates you, his eyes tell a different story.
so what if he doesn't express it the same way you do? everyone has different ways of showing they care. even if he doesn't say it much, you know katsuki loves you.
right?
-
it was late when you accidentally overheard it. when you froze up and felt your heart drop to the floor. when you started shaking and sweating, eyes darting around for a trash can in case you threw up.
"bakugo, bro, when are you and y/n gonna make it official?" kirishima had teased, throwing an arm around katsuki.
katsuki scoffed and shoved him off. "tch. it's not like that."
"you suuure?" sero questioned. "you two seem awfully close for just friends."
"mannn, if i was bakugo, i'd be all over that. y/n is such a pretty girl!" kaminari chimed in, clearly jealous over his lack of love life.
the teasing continued. you couldn't see him from your angle, but you knew that katsuki definitely had a vein on his forehead that was getting larger by the second.
"you're always carrying her bag, walking her to class.."
"cuddling with her during movie nights, scratching her back.."
"oh! and don't forget how she never forgets to tell him she loooves him whenever they say goodbye!"
"c'mon, bakubro, just spit it out! you two are practically married already!"
the three laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the rise they were getting out of katsuki.
"all of you, shut the hell up!"
"just admit it. you're in love."
he gritted his teeth.
"i'm not in love." he grimaced, venomous anger bubbling to the surface.
"she's just there all the fucking time! always fucking doing girlfriend-y shit when she knows damn well she's not! always clinging and trying to cuddle and all that stupid sappy shit. she's just an annoying fuckin' habit ive learned to tolerate." he spat.
you froze.
what?
was he serious? like, really, truly, deadass serious? you knew he wasn't exactly the super affectionate type, but even still! you thought he really cared about you! clingy? annoying? tolerated?
your head spun as you broke out into a cold sweat. you could've sworn that that wasn't true. you and katsuki have been friends forever. surely he wouldve gotten rid of you by now if he hated you that much, right? and he cuddles you! and hangs out with you! he takes care of you when you're sick! there's just no way, right? he's just angry because he's being teased, right?
..right?
"damn, dude, that's pretty harsh," sero snickered. "you always take care of her, though, no?"
you held your breath.
"tch. doesn't fuckin' mean shit. just gotten used to her because she's been around so long."
your stomach dropped to the basement. he tolerated you. he thought of you as nothing more than an annoying habit.
insecurity pooled inside of you. now that you think about it, was he really cuddling you, or just not bothering to move you off when you laid on him? maybe he just thought you were too much of a hassle to get rid of when you came to hangout, so he just let you stay even thought he didn't want to. when he brought you medicine and stuff, maybe your sickness made you delirious and made you think he was being more affectionate and caring than he really was.
you felt nauseated. you recall all the times you threw a quick "i love you!" over your shoulder or while you clung to him. had he ever once said it back? ever? the room started spinning as you realized you couldn't think of a single time. he'd always deflected. gave you a classic "tch." rolled his eyes. messed up your hair. you dont think you'd ever even heard the word "love" from his lips.
had you just been deluding yourself all this time?
you couldn't take it anymore. sweating, you sprinted out before you could be spotted.
-
it's been two days since you overheard that conversation, and you'd been avoiding katsuki ever since. or rather, not quite avoiding completely, but there was an undeniable shift in your behavior. you stopped trying to cuddle with him. you stopped showing up to his dorm room to hangout. you especially stopped saying "i love you," even though it killed you every time.
katsuki hadn't shown much of a reaction to your change in behavior. he'd raise an eyebrow when your usual daily hugs disappeared or ask a gruff, "where were you?" when you didn't show up to your unofficial but completely established after school hangouts, but he had otherwise put up no protest.
you didn't know whether to be relieved or heartbroken.
on one hand, katsuki's kind of scary when he's confrontational. also, you don't know how you would be able to talk to him. "i overheard a conversation where you said you hate me but im madly in love with you and want to marry you and have your kids?" yeah right. you were sort of glad to be getting off easy.
but on the other hand, you were devastated. his apathy served as further confirmation that he meant every word he said. he really didn't mind that you were pulling back, and seemed perfectly content not being nearly as close as before.
you really had been deluding yourself. secretly, you had been hoping that he was just saying stuff in the heat of the moment and would actually be upset if you pulled back. because that would mean he cared. but he didn't give two shits about you. you really were just some stupid childhood habit he'd learned to tolerate.
you became less energetic as a person. not just with katsuki, but simply in general. your days seemed unbearably longer and darker without him. you had a hard time engaging and staying in the present, your mind wandering to katsuki again and again. it was pathetic, really. you two had never even dated. why were you so hung up about it? you two were just friends, and in fact, it seemed like he never even liked you in the first place. you were just stupidly hopeful and naive.
-
katsuki was dying.
two days. it had been two fucking days since you'd touched him or even just been remotely affectionate with him and he was going crazy. hell, he'd give the whole damn world even for just a smile at this point. he was desperate.
he didnt understand why you were being like this. it was like everything he knew about you had shifted, and he was just standing there, waiting for some kind of sign or something like an idiot.
katsuki had noticed the shift in your behavior immediately. of course he did. he knows you better than he knows himself, after all. at first, he thought you were just playing some dumb game or pulling some stunt to get his attention, but that wasn’t it. you waved instead of hugging. said a simple "bye" instead of "love you, bye bye!" it's not like you were completely avoiding him. you still talked. you still laughed. only now, it didn't quite reach your eyes.
and it was fucking killing him.
he hated that you were pulling back. he hated how off everything felt. he hated how fucking empty his dorm room felt when you weren't there to pester him. but most of all, he hated how he couldn’t even figure out what he'd done wrong. he couldn't think of any fights or reasons to be angry, but if that wasn't it, what was it? why were you suddenly just.. leaving?
he wanted to confront you. he wanted to pull you aside and demand to know where the fuck you went. but for the first time in his entire life, he didn't know how. because this wasn't like confronting stupid deku about his new powers. it wasn't about asking icyhot what his fuckin' deal was. it was you. his whole fucking world, even if he never said it out loud. he was nothing short of terrified to ask, because he feared it would drive you away even further, and he couldn't think of any alternate universe where he'd be able to handle that.
he found himself looking for excuses to be near you, to talk to you, to just be around you in any way possible. the last two days had been a torture of silence, of missed chances to sit next to you or casually reach out and tug you into his space like he used to. the times when he’d shove his arm around your shoulders or playfully mess with your hair, it had all stopped. he didn't feel like he could anymore. like he'd somehow lost the privilege. and now, all he was left with was this gnawing feeling in his gut that something was horribly wrong.
he had finally worked up the courage and tried asking you once, but you had shut him down with that all-too-familiar "nothing, just tired" bullshit and that damn closed-off look on your face that made him feel completely hollowed out.
he was desperate. he needed to feel you. needed to hear your bright laughter and see your stupid smile. it was so fucking stupid and sappy and so unlike him, but he couldn't even bring himself to care about that. he needed to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. have you curl up on his chest and get swallowed up by his much larger frame and watch you as your breathing quickly evened out from his touch. you could never stay awake long when cuddling with him. he found himself smiling at the thought.
he scowled. this is so fucking stupid. he thought to himself.
-
it all came to a bubbling point for him on friday. 5 whole days of "hi's" and a half-smile instead of "KATSUKIIIII's," and a running hug. he was losing his fucking mind.
usually, you convinced him to join the weekly 1a movie night by taking his hand and dragging him out of his room. he'd grumble about it, but he'd never refuse. he'd sit on the corner of the couch and you'd sit close to him before gradually inching closer, the night ending with you two cuddling. now, he willingly trudges to movie night of his own free will and sits in the same corner of the couch, but this time alone.
the room buzzed with quiet chatter and the flicker of the TV as the opening credits rolled and iida turned the lights off. it was some dumb romcom movie katsuki couldn't bring himself to care about in the slightest. you would definitely like it, though. kirishima passed around popcorn, sero argued with kaminari over which movie was the best, deku was doing his stupid nerd rambling as todoroki and hagakure gawked at him. and you? you sat on the other end of the couch.
not just away, but away from him.
the usual spot right beside katsuki, practically in his lap, head on his shoulder, knees draped over his thighs sat empty. you sat next to mina instead, curling into the armrest and pulling your legs up to your chest. you offered sweet smiles to everyone, laughed when something was funny, made conversation when prompted. but katsuki saw it. he saw you.
and he saw that you weren’t you.
he stared.
throughout the entire first half of the movie, he barely processed a single second of it. he kept looking over, waiting for you to glance at him, to shift closer, to give him a sign, anything, but you stayed curled in on yourself, legs angled away from him. he hated it. he hated how you looked like you were trying to make yourself smaller. like you were trying to disappear.
katsuki’s heart thundered. his leg bounced impatiently. his jaw was tight. he couldn’t take this shit anymore.
he stood up abruptly, catching your attention. he stalked straight over to you, jaw clenched and shoulders tense. he hovered over you, looking down and saying nothing.
you blinked up at him. "...what?"
his eyes were sharp and unreadable to most. but to you, who knew him better than he knew himself, you could see the anxiety and desperation swimming in his eyes.
no, no, no. remember, don't delude yourself. he doesn't like you, not even as a friend.
"are you okay..?"
"no." he snapped, his tone making you flinch. he softened at your reaction. "i just.. you've been.." he started, but his tone cracked, eyes flashing, and something in him snapped. "fuckin’ hell, just—"
he reached down and grabbed you.
gently, but with zero room for argument. strong arms slid under your knees and behind your back like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you barely had time to yelp before he was sitting down again, with you in his lap, pulled tight into his chest like you were his lifeline. (you are)
you froze, wide-eyed and stiff, but he just held you. his arms locked around you. he didn’t look at anyone else, didn’t give a shit about the stares or the knowing grins. he buried his face in your shoulder, muttering low and rough into your neck.
"i don't know what the fuck i did," he said. "but you don't get to just... take all that away. not from me."
you blinked, suddenly breathless.
he held you tighter. his voice cracked again, this time softer. "whatever i did, 'm sorry. i'll make it up t'ya, i swear. but don't just.." his voice trailed off. "dont stop loving me." he wanted to scream.
you felt your heart stutter, but you didn't say anything.
not at first, anyway.
because what is there to say when your heart is lodged in your throat and your body is caged in the arms of the person you swore you were going to get over?
you just sat there, crumpled in his lap like some lost puppy that finally found its way home again. your face is pressed into his shoulder, and you think if you speak, you’ll cry. so you don't. you just let yourself relax and melt into him.
he doesn’t say anything else either. his grip doesn’t loosen, not even a little. his fingers press into your back, not hard, just steady. grounding. enough to keep you pressed firmly against him. like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.
the room’s still noisy with all the side conversations, but it's all background noise now with you two just in your little bubble away from the rest of the world. you feel safe and like you’re about to fall apart at the same time.
you shift a little in his lap and glance up at him.
“…you didn’t have to drag me across the room, you know,” you finally mutter, voice hoarse.
he scoffs, eyes flicking down to meet yours. “yeah, well. you weren’t comin’ on your own.”
you wrinkle your nose at him. “you could’ve asked.”
“whatever." he grumbles. "this is more efficient."
you snort. "the hell?"
he shrugs, completely unapologetic. “worked, didn’t it?”
you don’t answer. because yeah. it did.
instead, you rest your head back on his chest, and he immediately shifts to accommodate you. your legs drape over the couch, his arm hooked under your knees to keep you anchored, and his other hand settled at the base of your spine. he starts tracing slow, absentminded circles there, hand slipped under your hoodie to rub at the bare skin like nothing had ever changed. like you hadn’t just gone five whole days without touching him. like you hadn’t spent those five days trying to unravel every version of reality where he didn’t love you back.
you sit like that for a long time.
finally, he speaks up, his voice low.
"what did i do?" he asked, his voice oddly shy. "why'd ya stop.. you know..?"
your breath hitches. because you do know. but you don't know what to say or how to say it. "i thought you completely hated me" doesn't quite seem like an appropriate response.
"nothing," you settle with.
he gives you a look.
you sigh. you never could lie to katsuki. he's known you for too long and too well to fall for them.
"i just.. got insecure. overheard some conversation where you said i was, um, clingy and annoying." you murmur, your voice small. if katsuki wasn't pressed up against you and hanging on to your every word, he wouldn't have been able to catch it.
but he did.
and you swore you saw complete heartbreak in his eyes.
you let out a small gasp of surprise when he pulls you flush against him, arms tight around your body and face nuzzled deep into your neck. he holds you with such a gentle intensity you think you might cry. he holds you in a way that makes you feel loved and safe.
"'m sorry." he mumbles into your neck, voice watery. "didn't mean it. i was just.. mad that they were makin' fun of me. none of it was true. at all."
your breath hitches.
"you're.. so fuckin' special to me. i mean it. these last few days without you have been hell."
you think you might cry.
"been missin' your fuckin' smile and your damn laugh. and your stupid hugs that make me almost topple over."
you hold back a giggle.
"i love you."
the world stills.
you don’t move.
you don’t speak.
hell, you're scared to breathe.
your heart is beating so loud you’re worried he might hear it. your face is burning, your lungs feel tight, and your throat’s a warzone of words you can’t quite say.
he said it.
he said it.
and now he’s quiet. breathing you in. arms wrapped around you like you’re something precious. like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
you pull back just enough to look at him. your hand comes up to brush his bangs from his eyes, and your fingers linger at his temple, trailing down his cheek like you’re memorizing him.
his expression is soft in a way you rarely get to see. wide-eyed. hopeful. a little scared.
you offer him a tiny, quiet smile.
no teasing.
no trying to be brave or play it all off.
just soft. honest. the kind that only he gets to see.
you lift your hand and touch his face. not dramatic, not shaky, just steady. fingers brushing along his cheekbone, thumb ghosting over the edge of his jaw like you’re memorizing the shape of him again.
his eyes close for a second and you swear you see him leaning into it a little.
you say nothing.
you don’t need to.
because you’re here. because he’s holding you. because you’re not pulling away, and he's pulling you in.
you nuzzle your face into his neck, like it's right where you belong, and you breathe in.
he breathes in too.
slow. like the world’s stopped spinning for a second just so you can exist like this, tangled up in each other without saying anything. no talking about what's going on, no complications, just.. being.
you both don't notice how mina and kirishima are gossiping wildly about how you two are practically married and wondering how you still claim not to be dating. you don't notice the way that ochaco squeals after glancing over at your position, and you don't notice the way izuku looks fondly at you two with soft eyes. (he's been shipping the two of you since childhood)
you and katsuki are the only two people in the world who matter.
"i love you," you whisper as you feel yourself dozing off.
you think you feel his lips press gently against your forehead.
"i love you too."
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the-weeping-author · 2 months ago
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Glasses (Katsuki x fem reader)
Summary: Every time Katsuki wears his glasses you get horny. ____________________________________________ 🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤
Katsuki noticed something very interesting...
Every time he comes home wearing his glasses you jump him like a cat in heat. All throughout high school he wore contacts and hid it from everyone.
Once you found out, you started encouraging him to wear his glasses. It started just around the house, then it progressed to occasionally on dates, and now when he has to stay at the office at his hero agency, he wears them.
It started out subtle. While eating dinner, your leg tracing his, an extra look or two. Then it was complimenting him and feeling him up.
He didn’t notice what the extra drive was at first, he just accepted his girl's attention.
"You look hot today, Suki." You say as you wrap your arms around him from behind while he's cooking. "Thanks, sweetheart." He stops stirring whatever he's cooking. "Why don't we go up to our room, hmm?" You give him a very obvious look. "Fuck the food, we'll order take out." He scoops you up in his arms age carries you to y'alls shared room.
The next time he stays home for paper work he kept his glasses on per usual. He was half laying/half sitting on the couch when you came over and plopped yourself in his lap.
"Hey gorgeous." His hands hold your hips. "Hey Suki." You grind your hips on him. "Missed you today." You feel him start to get hard under you. "Can tell." Everything gets heated and suddenly he's buried in your warmth while your riding him.
"God baby, slow down." He ruts up into you. "Can't help it, you look so good!"
The next time it happens is when he starts catching on. He's barely through the door and you're already on your knees clawing at his pants. "Woah woah, baby, hold on a sec." You get his belt undone "Off."
He runs his hands through your hair. "What's this all about, ha? You' been real horny here recently." "Just love you s'all." He doesn't question it anymore when his girl starts sucking him off.
It's the next week and he's wearing his glasses on his day off. Just like clockwork you notice his glasses and clench your thighs together.
"You okay, gorgeous? Y'Look constipated." He rubs your thigh. "That is the most unsexy thing you could've said." You scoot closer to him. "I dunno you just look really good."
He snorts and pushes his glasses up on his nose. "I'm wearing sweat pants, no shirt, and don't have my contacts in. I think yer seein' something, love."
"I think your glasses are hot" The last part comes out so quietly that only you understood it. "What was that?" He pulls you into his lap so you're facing him. "I think your glasses are hot. It kinda turns me on."
He starts cackling. "Don't laugh, I mean it!" "I KNEW it!" You slap his chest playfully. Do my glasses really turn you on, baby?"
"Well yeah, it's you, and I love you. I don't know, It's stupid I know." You look anywhere but at him.
"Na baby" He turns your face to him. "I'mma start wearing 'em more. Made me feel all good 'n shit with this extra attention." kiss "I might stop wearing contacts all together" kiss "Maybe I should repay you for all the love you been showin' me, huh?" kiss
"You mean it? You're gonna start wearin' 'em?" "Course baby, I ain't gonna lie to you. I'll wear 'em if you like 'em that much." His hands trail down your sides and trace up under your shirt.
"Lemme make it up to you baby. Gotta repay you for all that lovin'."
And boy does he. ____________________________________________ 🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤
Notes: Thanks for reading! This was super cute and a little spicy 🤤✋ Requests are open so go ahead and send in those requests! I don't judge. Byeee.
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the-weeping-author · 5 months ago
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Ugh omg this was so so good!!
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contact, finale
part 2
bakugo x fem!reader
Poor you, poor unsuspecting oblivious you. The short memory of the weekend long forgotten now that you were back in class.
Staring at your worksheet, waiting for the bell to ring for lunch. The chatter of everyone around you dulling your senses and letting your mind settle into self isolation. Not realizing there was a crowd of up and coming hero's peaking at you from the door.
Some from the class gave them odd looks others whispering, questioning what students from the hero course could want with the general studies kids.
Your classes student president finally approached them, to ask what they needed. The movement from your peripheral catching your attention. As you turned your head to look towards the door, the spies scattered like bugs.
Retreating before you caught them.
Saved by the bell, everyone crowded to leave giving them the perfect opportunity to run to the lunch room. Waiting to see you shuffle out of class.
They observed as you stood in line for lunch, taking in the food you picked and where you sat. All of them but Kirishima were surprised to see their dear classmate Momo sit with you, greeting you with a quick hug before making her way to her other friends.
You didn't seem saddened by her exit as you sat alone eating your lunch, the small smile on your face as you returned her affection and quick chatter showed that you were fine.
You were content in your own world as you scrolled on your phone in one hand and ate a sandwich in the other.
The groups attention diverting from you when a certain someone slammed their lunch tray on the table. "What are you losers looking at." Bakugo asked, not an ounce of care in his tone.
Bakugo's eyes followed back to where they were looking, ironically making eye contact as you looked up from your phone. The blush on your cheeks faint but he noticed, he always noticed.
Everyone stiffened up, realizing they were caught. Bakugo's glare meeting everyone's gaze, his fuse was about to blow any minute.
"Didn't I tell you dumbasses to leave her alone!" He yelled, his friends wincing back as he lectured them like kids. They all looked down at their food, ashamed that they couldn't follow a simple request from their friend.
"But-" "Zip it Dunceface." Bakugo silenced Kaminari, not wanting to hear his poor excuse. "Bakugo, we aren't trying to be rude. We just want to know who she is." "Yeah! I mean no offense but you knowing someone who isn't Midoriya or us is super surprising!" Mina piped up, her excitement clear in her voice.
Bakugo rubbed his face in exhaustion, knowing his friends won't leave him or you alone until they get an answer they're satisfied with. "Fine. Give me your questions. But you guys have to leave her alone." He pressed, trying to save you from this circus act.
Kaminari stood up, knowing he couldn't pass on this opportunity. "How do you know a pretty girl like her, I mean you're not the most approachable guy." He joked.
Bakugo could already feel the headache forming. "Back when we were kids, my mom forced me to talk to her." "So you're not her friend?" Sero questioned.
With a sigh Bakugo knew he'd have to recall the memory of meeting you.
"When we were five, my mom took me to the playground and none of my friends had showed up yet. My mom say her playing on the swings by herself and pushed me to talk to her, thinking she was lonely. Turns out that was the worse move because not even a second after I greeted her she took off running." Bakugo told the story with a certain look in his eye, a kind of soft reminiscent look.
"I didn't like that she ignored me, so I chased her around the playground until she finally stopped. She hid herself under the stairs hoping she could hide from me. But I followed her in. Her hair covered her face as she nervously asked what I wanted." Bakugo glanced in your direction as he talked, taking you in as he thought of smaller you.
"I followed her around after that, every time I saw her I'd force her to talk to me until she finally did it first. When I was waiting in line her class walked by mine and she gave me a small wave. Soon after our moms met during pick up and they became close. That's why my parents let her into my house last time. Everyone knows each other by now." Bakugo concluded, wrapping his story up once he caught a glimpse of his friend's intrigued faces.
Mina was squealing by the end of it. "Awww you guys were probably so adorable back then!" Kirishima was proud of his friend for being persistent, even if he didn't want to at first.
Sero and Denki were sitting, confused looks on their faces. "Wait, if she knew you for so long why did she get so shy when she came over." Sero asked.
Bakugi couldn't help but smirk, "She's always been shy, hates any amount of attention. Hell she was going to cry after I forced her into a corner when we first met." Bakugo fed off the image of your blushing face, every-time you talked to him even if it was for something small you always blushed around him.
The guys exchanged sly glances, a silent form of communication passing through them. Denki leaned forward, a mischievous look on his face. "So Bakugo, you wouldn't mind if I asked for her number right. I mean if bugging her worked for you, surely it could work for me."
Bakugo stiffened, the thought of Denki even trying to make a pass at you made him want to vomit on the table.
Without thinking he threw himself across the table, gripping Denki's shirt. "I won't hesitate to make sure you never recover, if I even hear about you trying to talk to her I'll kill you." Bakugo released his hold on Denki before stomping off.
After the last bell of the day, you raced to catch up to the hot headed blonde walking home. Heaving, out of breath as you tried to keep pace with him.
Bakugo silently slowing his steps, so you didn't have to struggle. "What do you want."
Your face flushed, huffing out an answer. "Mom wanted you to come over for dinner tonight." Bakugo nodded, ruffling your hair as he wrapped his arm around you. Your face heating up as he dragged you to the direction of your home.
"I'm home!" You yelled out, the both of you taking off your shoes at the entrance. No response came as you and Bakugo walked further into your house.
Your mom must've been out getting dinner. Leaving you and him alone together. Trying to shake off the thoughts going through your head, you followed Bakugo to your room.
He flopped down on your bed, making himself comfortable. He listened as you shuffled around your room, knowing you were prolonging having to sit down next to him.
Once he heard your steps close to the bed, he shot his arm out, grabbing you by surprise and dragging you down with him.
A squeak leaving your throat.
"Quit moving already and relax." He stated, voice muffled as he burrowed himself in your hair. Your body slowly relaxing in his grip.
You two enjoyed the comfortable silence, you thought Bakugo had fallen asleep until he spoke out.
"You know my friends from before?" You nodded, content in his arms. "Well one of them tried asking me if they could take you out." Bakugo's tone gave away nothing as he told you what happened at lunch.
Your palms getting sweaty with the thought of his friends watching you at lunch. "Well... what did you tell him?" You asked, hoping he didn't give his friend the green light.
Years of friendship with Bakugo and the small suggestive comments he made everytime you talked had you hoping he said no. But this was Bakugo, maybe he didn't care and told him to go for it.
You prayed he didn't.
Bakugo turned towards you, your faces just inches apart. "I told him to back off obviously, why would I let that idiot anywhere near what's mine."
Your eyes widened at his confession, "Yours?" You watched as Bakugo's expression shifted, that know at all smile taking over his features.
"I mean... if you want to be mine that is?"
Your breath hitched, his confession catching you by surprise.
The only other friend you've had since training wheels, the boy that forced you into a life long friendship, the same boy that had you blushing just by being near you.
He just asked you to be his.
With a bright smile, you enthusiastically nodded your head, whispering yes over and over again. Bakugo pulled you on top of him, holding you tight as you agreed to go out with him.
Years of pining finally paid off.
The both of your smiles gleamed back at each other, falling into silence. Realizing your position over him, and no one else home, the mood caught up to you.
Gazing into each others eyes for the first time as a couple, Bakugo slowly started to lean in, your eyes closing on instinct.
You could feel his breath just inches away from you, waiting for his lips to meet yours.
Until the bang of the front door had you pulling apart in surprise. "Honey, come help me with the groceries!" Your mother called from the entrance.
Breaking the romantic bubble you two were in. Your head fell onto Bakugo's chest, a groan of annoyance leaving your lips.
Your boyfriend breaking into laughter at your mother's timing. "Come on, let's go help." He ushered you up, his smile never leaving his face as he dragged you away.
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the-weeping-author · 6 months ago
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Can’t wait to read what happens next!! The first part was cute, and this was even cuter!! Honestly I don’t see some classmates leaving her alone hahaha
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contact, aftermath
part 1
bakugo x fem!reader
The gang finally wore Bakugo down enough and convinced him to let them hang out at his house. His parents were ecstatic to find out that their beloved son actually had friends and wasn't a loner.
They decided to hangout on the weekend so they could have the whole day to goof off. Everyone arrived one by one. His mom sending them upstairs to Bakugo's room, so they could entertain themselves with his gaming consoles.
Everyone was having fun, and surprised to find that Bakugo had sweet loving parents. They were able to order food and checkout all of Bakugo's cool items he had in his room.
For an only kid he sure had a lot of extra controllers. This resulted in a small wager between everyone, whoever won at mario cart was allowed one day of Bakugo not yelling at them. No one had any objections except for Bakugo himself but no one listened to his complaining.
With all the yelling and attempts to sabotage each other, no one heard the ring of the doorbell.
Mitsuki didn't realize anyone else was coming over, but was pleasantly surprised when she answered the door.
"Oh honey it's you!" Her smile bright as she greeted you standing outside on her porch.
You gave her a shy smile, twiddling your hands as you fidgeted under her gaze. Even though you knew her your whole life she still made you nervous whenever you ran into her. Her similar features to Bakugo didn't help either.
"Hi ma'am, I just came to give Katsuki back his manga I borrowed." Your hands delicately held the book out to her.
"What did I say about calling me that ma'am crap," she shook her head, teasing you. "Katsuki's in his room, just go up and give it to him." She said, pushing you into her home.
You dreaded this, you just wanted to return his book and go back home to your bed, but alas Mitsuki was always so friendly.
With a small smile you headed upstairs to his room. The same room you've seen countless times, witnessing the progression of All Might decor to now band posters and study books.
The hall as silent as always, since the Bakugo's had his room soundproof from all his yelling. With a light hand you gave the door three quick taps, waiting for him to respond.
Nothing, with a deep sigh you hesitantly opened his door. "Hey Katsuki I came-" you froze mid step, what usually greeted you was Bakugo laying in his bed or studying at his desk, but right now multiple heads were turned towards you. It was like a stand off, no one moving and the silence was deafening.
Bakugo clicked his tongue, "What are you dumbasses looking at, get back to playing before you lose!" Pushing himself off the floor he made his way towards you.
You were tripping over your own words trying to explain your sudden visit, "I'm so sorry, your mom sent me up here-" "Cool it, I'm not upset. Now what were you saying before those losers made you freeze up like a statue." Bakugo pressed, blocking his friends from your view so you don't get overwhelmed.
"Oh um, I came to return your manga." You held the book out towards him. He grabbed it, your finger tips grazing, causing you to pull back. The blush on your face more prominent than usual.
Bakugo got a kick out of your reactions, since you guys were young he loved the blush that would bloom on your face when he would tease you.
He quickly retreated back in his room, before reappearing before you with the next volume in his hand. "Here, give it back whenever." Placing the book in your grip, making sure to wait a couple seconds before pulling away.
With a quick nod you clutched the book to your chest, hoping to be free to go home. "I'll see you later, kay?" With a smirk he waited for your response. You mumbled out a small agreement before booking it down the hall and gone from his sights.
The smirk never leaving his lips as he watched you retreat. Turning around like nothing happened he went back to his bed, shoving Denki down to his old spot on the floor.
Denki didn't mind as much, since he was more focused on grilling Bakugo for answers. "So who was the pretty girl just now?" "No one you need to know." Bakugo grunted, attention focused on his phone.
"Wasn't she the girl that you waved to that one day, when we were switching classes?" Kirishima piped in, remembering the small interaction from last week.
Bakugo's head snapped up, his gaze sharp. "Yes, and you guys will do your best to leave her alone at school if you know what's good for you." His threat serious, bringing a cold chill over the room.
With that no one said another word about you, choosing to keep the peace and enjoy the rest of their day hanging out in his room.
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the-weeping-author · 6 months ago
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⋆⭒˚.⋆ 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞
⤷ eijirou kirishima x reader
⤷ friends to lovers, kiri implied to be taller than reader, inspired the song “look after you” by the fray
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compassion is second nature to eijirou kirishima. he’s always willing to lend a helping hand, no protest and no questions asked. 
he’s the ‘bro’ friend, the big-brother of the group standing over you all like a shield. they don’t call him the sturdy hero for nothing. 
he’s saved your life plenty of times, common in your line of work. but most often the things kirishima saves you from aren’t as big as falling buildings or supervillains. 
he always carries an extra hoodie for you in case you get cold. he makes sure everyone drinks water on the weekend group hikes. he always, always offers to share his snacks and insists even when you refuse. 
he texts you to make sure you got home safe, even when he’s the one who drove or walked you. 
for god’s sake, this is the man that sprinted two blocks to a corner store to buy tweezers when you got a splinter one time a few years ago. 
you wonder sometimes how a heart as big as his even fits in his broad chest. 
every other weekend bakugou insists on dragging everyone out for a hike because he can’t catch up with you all over dinner like a normal person and needs to do something active. 
today’s hike had taken longer than you’d originally thought. bakugou got a little too ambitious with his destination, and then mina and denki had wandered off the trail, and then sero twisted his ankle chasing after them. 
it’s nighttime now, and everyone’s been dropped off. you’re the last stop, sitting in the passenger seat of eijirou’s car and wondering how long you can linger without it being weird. 
you sigh after a long moment of sitting in peaceful silence with the faint radio music, finally moving to get out of the car. 
“night, kiri,” you say in the voice of someone who really doesn’t want to say goodnight. 
he moves when you move, clambering out of the drivers seat with a little smile. “i’ll walk you up.”
you stop, meeting his big crimson eyes. “it’s a ten foot walk to the door.”
“yeah.”
“you could just watch me from here, y’know?”
he shrugs, coming around to your side of the car. “‘s no big deal.”
you can feel the warmth coming off his body from when he’s standing next to you. you’re staring up at him curiously, and he blinks down at you. 
“i can see your breath,” he chuckles, taking his scarf off and wrapping it around you loosely while you stand there, stunned. his hands linger on the fabric, warm on your shoulders as he beams down at you. 
“eiji, don’t you ever get tired of looking after everyone?” you ask after a minute, walking up to the door at his side. 
kirishima hums thoughtfully, thinking on it for a second. “i mean, maybe sometimes i guess? but not really, ‘cause i look after the people i care about. so it’s not really work for me, y’know?”
“but don’t you ever want someone to look after you?” you’re at the door now, but you don’t want to go inside just yet. 
“you do,” he replies with a little smile, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
you blink, stunned by the revelation.
“you always check up on me. text me good morning and good night. make sure i rest when i’ve been working too hard. carpool front seat so i don’t have to drive alone in the night.” he’s ticking them off on his fingers, an indescribable fondness in his voice. “and besides,” he adds cheerfully, “seeing you happy always has me feeling brand-new.”
you stare up at him with big, soft eyes. “kirishima, i love you.”
he laughs bashfully, scratching at his neck. “yeah, man, i love you too.”
“no, eiji, like i love you.”
he looks at you, meeting your loving gaze. his cheeks darken, and he looks almost nervous. “you…you do?”
you don’t dignify him with a spoken answer. you try to put any words you might’ve strung together into the kiss you pull him in for, clutching at his jacket to bring him down. 
he almost gasps into your mouth, but after a moment he’s cradling your face in big, careful hands like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held. 
he’s grinning when you pull away, eyes like melting rubies. “i love you, too. but i think maybe you knew that already.”
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dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/anitalenia — one hug from kirishima could fix all my problems. no further comments.
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the-weeping-author · 6 months ago
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This was so wholesome!! As a person who struggles with weight, and self deprecating thoughts this made me smile so much! It’s great to be in a better head space than I use to be. So to those who are still struggling I just want to say it’s okay. I am here, I hear you, I acknowledge you, and will uplift you!
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Awww, thank you, dearest! You're not overstepping at all. In fact, I am honored that you have come to me to with something so sensitive and personal. A couple years ago, I also put on quite a bit of weight and quickly became obsessed with losing it. It took a long time, but I finally realized that I was tying my worth directly to my weight and appearance. I felt I was unworthy of love because I didn't fit the standard of 'attractive'. Learning this helped me mentally deconstruct what I was experiencing, but I still unfortunately struggle with it from time to time. Please know that you are worthy of love regardless of your weight or what you look like. You are so beautiful and powerful, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. Sending you so much love.❤️
TW⚠️: Mentions of dieting, weight loss/weight gain, ED is eluded to, Reader is written as being fairly gender neutral. Please let me know if I missed anything!
Kirishima x Reader
“Hey Sweets! You ready to g-” The question died on Kirishima’s tongue as he popped his head into the bedroom doorway, his gaze met with a lump of sheets instead of his partner. “Aww, Sweetheart…” He trailed off quietly as he took in your form. “I- I’m fine. You can go without me.” You replied, cursing internally when you hiccupped, giving away your current emotional state.
Eijirou’s sharp teeth chewed into his lower lip as he stared at your figure, debating what to do. It stated a few weeks back. You’d asked him to show you what he does to keep up his incredible physique. After explaining that it was mostly a result of how physically demanding his job was, he suggested trying a calorie deficit diet; something relatively easy, but effective for most.
He had noticed that you’d begun to slip a little, silently observing how you were beginning to weigh yourself more frequently. He had initially thought about saying something but decided it would probably be best if you came to him when you were ready, a clear lapse in his judgement which he was now regretting.
Carefully, the redhead slid his gym bag off of his shoulder, setting it down in the hall. You tensed as you heard his footsteps approaching the bed, the sound of his joints popping as he knelt down beside you. “What’s going on, Bean?” he asked, gently tugging the sheets away from your face, grateful that you didn’t resist.
Eijirou’s heart ached when he saw your saddened downward gaze. “I’ve been working so hard…” You began, your voice barely above whisper. You paused, swallowing thickly in an attempt to keep yourself from choking on the lump lodged in your throat, “But somehow I’ve gained weight.” Your voice cracking with a sob. Eijirou sighed softly, cupping your cheek with a gentle hand. “Aw, Baby,” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It’s okay. What works for some people may not work for you. We’ll figure it out.” The redhead assured you, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
You solemnly nodded, knowing that he was right, but it didn’t ease the sting of defeat that you were currently feeling. “I hate this.” You sniffled, tears slipping down your cheeks. Eijirou was quiet for a moment before slipping his arm under your side and he pulling you into an embrace, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Your weight is not your worth.” He spoke softly into your ear. A soft gasp slipped past your lips, your tears subsiding nearly instantly. “And if I have ever made you feel that way, then I have failed you as a partner.” You inhaled shakily, gripping onto the front of his shirt to pull him closer to you, “No, Eiji, you’ve never made me feel that way. You have only ever lifted up me.” You reassured him, pressing a kiss to his collar bone.
“Obviously, I haven’t been doing enough. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be feeling like this.” You wanted to argue, but you knew that there was a bit of truth to what he was saying. “You are beautiful, Sweetheart.” He began pressing kisses along the top of your shoulder, trailing up to your neck, “And you’re smart and funny, brave and kind, but most importantly,” Eijirou paused, pulling away to gaze into your eyes, “You’re you. And I love you for you.” He murmured tenderly, leaning in to kiss you.
A sob escaped your throat as you abruptly tugged on the fabric of his shirt, smashing his lips passionately into yours. Taken by surprise, Eijirou braced his hand against the mattress to keep himself from falling on top of you. It wasn’t long before your fingers weaved their way to his hair, tugging the red locks at the base of his scalp. Eijirou groaned softly as he molded his lips to yours before slowly pulling away, not wanting to get too distracted before finishing his statement. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You’re incredible. And I wouldn’t want to change a thing about you.”
You nodded, your eyes flicking down to a corner of the bedroom suddenly shy from embarrassment over how upset you had been. Heat flooded your cheeks as Eijirou gently gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face upward to look at him. “What did I do to deserve you?” You sighed, searching his ruby eyes for the answer. Eijirou smirked at that, his upper lip curling to display his sharp teeth. “I could ask you the same thing.” He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips.
“I love you.” You exhaled, “I love you more.” He challenged. “Impossible.” You giggled, resting your forehead against his. “Nothing’s impossible.” He retorted with a chuckle. “But please,” Eijirou urged, “let me make it up to you.” You nodded softly, pulling away to look at him directly in his gorgeous crimson eyes. “I want sushi.”
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the-weeping-author · 6 months ago
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This was super cute!! I don’t feel like Eiji gets enough love on here. Keep up the amazing work!!
lazy days
pairing: aged up!kirishima x reader summary: The day off usually means running errands, but not when it's too cold outside. wc: 1.5k event masterlist
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“Good morning,”
Like a scene out of a movie, light streamed towards you in gentle, yellow rays through the few cracks in the blinds. The warmth on your face was nearly comparable to the heat wrapped around your body and pressed against your back, yet your beating heart told you just exactly which one you preferred. 
A slow, sleepy smile spread across your face as you remembered how lucky you had gotten. 
You didn’t have work, and neither did Eijirou. 
“Morning,” You reply through a yawn, stretching your body as much as you could while still trapped in the cage of the pro hero’s well-built arms. Somehow, he held you closer, tighter, his chin tucking up and over your shoulder to press a cluster of saccharine kisses to your jaw. 
A sound akin to a squeal bubbled up past your lips as his unstyled and unkempt hair tickled your neck and his elbow dug awkwardly into your side, forcing your shoulder to scrunch up and catch your boyfriend in the jaw with a faint, dull, thud.
“Hey!” He protested, dropping onto his back and suddenly letting you go, arms splaying wide dramatically. Now free to move, you twisted around so that you were finally facing him, propped on an elbow. You couldn’t help the grin that found its way onto your lips as you watched him pout in an over the top way, one hand rubbing the spot on his jaw where your shoulder had barely touched him. “I was just trying to give you your morning kiss, you know. It’s not manly to attack me like that.” 
“Oh, please.” You huffed out a laugh, “Isn’t your whole thing that you’re unbreakable?” 
“Yeah, but I’m off duty now!” 
“What would Bakugou say, if he heard that you let your guard down like that?” You teased, following your words with a kiss to his so called injury. Like a salve on a wound, your affection seemed to heal him. 
But just to be safe, you kissed him a few more times. 
It took another ten minutes, but you finally pulled yourself from bed, Eijirou never far from your side, even as you dressed in comfortable clothes and brushed your teeth. Only when you both made your way to the kitchen and he busied himself cooking breakfast for you both were you able to separate yourself from him. 
Shuffling over to the living room window, you studied the world outside. Quiet, still—cold. Face scrunching in silent displeasure, you watched the snow falling steadily over the ground. It wasn’t anything close to what could be considered a snowstorm, but a few inches had gathered that would make any attempts to leave the haven of your home a hassle. 
“We don’t have to go out today,” Eijirou, as if reading your mind, offered from the kitchen. Keeping one eye on the eggs still steadily cooking on the stovetop, he extended an arm to offer you a mug—your mug, already filled with coffee you hadn’t realized he had brewed for you. “We have enough groceries to wait another day, and it won’t kill me to skip a day in the gym.”
You turned all the way around from the window to smile bashfully at him, arms wrapped fully around yourself. 
“Really?” You’re closing the distance between the two of you as the word slips out, though you didn’t mean for it to sound so hopeful. “I know you wanted to show me that new regime you made for me. I can just dress extra warm.”
“I’m sure,” He smiled softly at you as you took the coffee from him, exchanging it for a kiss, a favorite currency in your adoring household. He chased after you for a second round, only departing when a concerningly loud pop! sizzles from the stovetop. 
You stand in your spot a moment longer, watching your love tend to breakfast, a sheepish ‘they’re not burnt!’ tossed over his shoulder. As if you cared about anything other than him at that moment. And suddenly your feet were carrying you across the room to him once more, your forgotten mug deposited on the counter. 
“Ei,” You mumble, arms wrapping around his middle from behind, cheek pressed into the space between his shoulder blades. 
“Hm?” He hums in response, and the vibration is felt throughout your body. It’s such a quiet, intimate moment that has your chest squeezing with affection and ears burning bright despite all the months you had spent together. 
“Have I ever told you just how much I love you?” 
“Yeah,” He tells you lightly, a bit of a tease in his voice as he stretches forward to grab two plates from the cabinet beside the stove, and yet you still refused to let go just yet. “But if you want to tell me again, I won’t stop you.” 
He flashes you a grin over his shoulder, so charming with his hair still unstyled and bright eyes full of overwhelming love, that you suddenly grow too flustered to stay in your spot. 
“Dork,” You taunt to deflect from the blush you know he spotted rising high on your face. Twisting away from him, you found a way to be busy by retrieving a glass from its shelf and opening the fridge. 
“So, what do you want to do today?” He’s still fixing both plates with the quick breakfast he’d thrown together: eggs, a few slices of toast, some fruit you had painstakingly cut the day before. You think of an answer to his question while you pour Eijirou’s morning protein smoothie into the glass, though you knew from the moment you woke up what you wanted to do. 
“Breakfast in bed, and then a nap.” You didn’t particularly care that it had only been just under an hour since you had both woken up—a day off practically screamed for a nap. And with how rare it was that your schedules ever aligned so nicely, you were going to take full advantage of every moment your boyfriend gave you. “Maybe a movie on the couch with takeout for lunch?”
“Whatever you want, baby.” He held both plates in his hands, so you carried the drinks, and together you made the slightly frigid journey back to the bedroom. 
You couldn’t help but feel a little giddy climbing back into bed, like somehow, for some reason, you would get in trouble for indulging in the sin of sloth. But then you felt the warmth of Eijirou’s body in bed beside you, one of his legs flung over yours like he couldn’t stand any distance while the two of you ate, and knew that he was just as excited about the idea of a day doing nothing as you were. 
And, really, if you were going to do nothing, you were glad it was with him. 
“I never did tell you, earlier,” You started, filling the comfortable silence that followed Eijirou stacking your plates on his bedside table to deal with later. Enacting the second part of your plans for the day, you both retreated under the covers for a midmorning nap. And with your head tucked into the crook of his neck, legs intertwined, you felt sleep tugging at the corners of your mind. 
“Tell me what?”
“How much I love you.” Your explanation comes with a kiss to his collarbone, delicate and soft, and he shifts just enough to press a matching one to your crown. “It’s a lot, in case you were wondering.”
“I love you, too.” From your spot under his chin, you can’t see his smile, but you know it’s there. You can hear it in his words, can feel it in the way he squeezes you tight for a few extra seconds. 
His smile, his love, is evident in every action. Love lives under the covers where you lay, in the kitchen where he cooked for you, in the living room where he knew without words that you wanted to cancel all plans for the day. 
The love lives in him, and in you, and in the home that you share, even as the months grow cold.
“Oh!” You almost knock your head into his chin as you bolt up on your elbows with an excited gasp, hopeful look in your eyes as you grin down at your boyfriend. “Can we make that soup your mom gave me last week?”
“Sure, sweetheart,” Eijirou darts forward to connect your lips in a short, sweet kiss before flopping back down against his pillow. He’s grinning, suddenly, and you grow suspicious as you recognize the amused look on his face. “But we’re going to have to go out and get groceries for it.”
“Forget it,” You groan, returning to your spot curved against him like a puzzle piece snapping together. “I don’t need it that bad.”
You’re still pouting when he laughs, slow and deep, and kisses the crown of your head. 
“Why don’t we just order groceries?”
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the-weeping-author · 6 months ago
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Super cute!
you and katsuki who arent just friends. theres always prolonged eye contact and not so subtle touches. youre drawn to him at outings and hes drawn to you.
if youre not sitting in his lap at a party or bar youre right beside him and his hand is on you. it could be his hand on your thigh, your back, or sitting beside you just barely touching you with his finger tips. and if youre not within arms distance you never get out of his sight.
everyone in your friend group knows that you both are made for each other and constantly pick on him.
“bro if you dont make a move i might have to step up.” denki grins at katsuki as hes sitting in the booth watching you talk with mina at the bar.
“ha, id like to see you try”
denki perks up, slipping out of the booth and sauntering over to you and mina at the bar, “uh mina will you excuse us for a second i need to talk with this fine lady right here” your eyes immediately dart to katsukis as he lets out a huff of laughter at your reaction.
he finds it humorous that denki thinks any of his flirting will land with you. he hears denki call you the pet names katsuki himself calls you and watches as every time your eyes dart back to him saying so many unspoken words such as “did he just call me mama???” and “are you really just gunna sit there and let this happen?”
mina slips in the booth opposite katsuki and chuckles at him watching you with a smile, “you think you would be angry watching a guy try to flirt with your ‘not’ girl” using air quotes to mock him, “not enjoying it and even smiling.”
“well when she looks for me after every sentence its kinda hard to think she’s being moved by his useless flirting” he scoffs as you look over at him with another plea in your eyes.
he sighs sliding out of his side of the booth and making his way towards you. “denks, listen. im totally flattered, like, so much, but… uh..-“
“shes not interested.” katsuki says with a small smirk looping his arm around your waist as you instinctively lean into him. you hook a finger into his nearest belt loop to hold him near.
“oh,” denki raises both hands defensively looking back and forth between the two of you. “hey man, look. i get it, totally. ill leave you two alone. dont kill me,” he says with a grin sending katsuki a not so subtle wink.
katsuki lets out a small laugh through his nose “mhmm, now why dont you go flirt with ears instead.” denki immediately stiffens, nodding his head before spinning around and speed walking to jiriou.
katsuki spins you to face him, moving his hand from your hip to your back, your finger still hooked into his belt loop. “tell me everything he told you. if he said something nasty ill kill him.”
you laugh looking into his eyes. you would think that they would be full of jealousy and harshness after watching a man flirt with the girl hes in love with, but his eyes were soft around the edges shimmering in the low light of the bar.
“oh you know, just the usual ‘im a pro hero, i can take good care of you, mama’, but i dont know why he called me mama. you only call me mama when youre tipsy and by then hes close to being blacked out” you ramble.
katsuki lowers his head to rest his forehead on your shoulder so that he can have his full attention on your voice traveling into his good ear. he loves the way you recite the whole exchange. the whole exchange between you and denki only about three minutes but dang can that guy talk.
“-and thats when you came over and rescued me” you say as katsuki raises his head.
“i saw a pretty mama in destress and couldnt help myself” he chuckles as you tilt your head so you can side eye him. a small commotion at the booth he was once sitting at draws both of your attention as denki yells across the bar to both of you, “hey! were going out to karaoke now, sero thinks he can beat me. yall wanna come?”
before katsuki can even roll his eyes and decline his offer youre pulling him by his belt loop to the group, “sure! i can whoop some tail in karaoke. whaddaya think katsu?”
“i think im too sober for this” he grumbles as the group exits the bar to head to karaoke with you and him in the back, your finger in his belt loop and his hand slung across your shoulders.
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the-weeping-author · 7 months ago
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This was so cute!!
sake and sass — ryomen sukuna x f!reader
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a/n: was imagining drunk sukuna so now he is here and we have made him drink enough for three elephants so yes he is drunk drunk and you kinda take advantage of that to boss him around cuz why not
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sukuna rarely drinks. not because he dislikes it, but because it takes an absurd amount of alcohol to even faze him. tonight, though? tonight, he’s hit that threshold.
the room reeks of sake, and sukuna’s massive frame is sprawled across the cushions like a spoiled tyrant—robe disheveled, crimson eyes slightly hazy.
the usually indomitable king of curses looks dangerously close to tipping over.
“you’re drunk,” you state bluntly, arms crossed as you observe the man you call your husband.
he scoffs, waving a sake bottle with an air of arrogance that doesn’t quite land. “nonsense. I don’t get drunk.”
“you don’t?” you reply, deadpan. “so why are you swaying like a tree in a storm?”
he sits up straighter—or tries to, at least.
one of his four hands gestures vaguely in your direction, the movement wobbly but pointed. “watch your tongue, woman. you’ve grown far too bold for your own good.”
you sigh, stepping closer despite his poorly disguised glare. “sukuna, you’re making a fool of yourself. just lie down before you hurt yourself.”
“hurt myself?”
he lets out a bark of laughter, though it’s slurred at the edges. “the great sukuna doesn’t—” he pauses, narrowing his eyes in a glare. “wait, did you just call me a fool?”
“I did,” you reply matter-of-factly, reaching for the bottle in his hand. “and you’re proving me right by the second.”
he jerks the bottle away, a scowl pulling at his lips. “touch it, and I’ll crush your fingers.”
“like you could even aim right now,” you retort, snatching the bottle before he can react.
his eyes narrow dangerously, but instead of retaliating, he slumps back against the wall, arms crossing over his broad chest. “you’re insufferable,” he mutters.
“and you’re impossible,” you counter, setting the bottle far out of his reach.
his gaze follows you as you move, sharp despite the alcohol dulling his senses.
“you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he growls. “always strutting around. that smug little grin of yours—I’d rip it off if it didn’t…” he trails off.
“if it didn’t what?” you prompt, leaning closer with an amused grin.
his brows knit together, and he glares at you like it’s your fault the words are spilling out.
“none of your damn business,” he snaps, voice low and heated. “always grinning, always back-talking. you’re insufferable. insolent. infuriating.”
“and yet here you are, married to me,” you quip, unable to resist teasing him.
“because no one else could survive you,” he bites back.
you blink, momentarily caught off guard. “is that your way of saying you like me?”
“don’t flatter yourself,” he grumbles, his ears turning an unmistakable shade of pink which you honestly can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or just the alcohol.
you laugh softly, crouching beside him with a damp cloth. “you’re a real romantic, sukuna.”
“shut up,” he snaps, but he doesn’t pull away when you press the cloth to his face, wiping away the traces of spilled sake.
you’re careful not to press too hard as you wipe his face, trying to clean up the mess he’s made of himself without provoking his drunken temper.
but it seems sukuna has no plans of cooperating tonight.
as soon as you pull the cloth away, one of his hands shoots out to grab your wrist. his crimson eyes, though hazy, are filled with devilishness.
“enough with the fussing,” he growls, tugging you closer. “you’ve done your part. now, take that robe off.”
you blink at him, utterly unimpressed. “oh, absolutely not.”
“you dare to deny me?” he snaps, his voice dipping into something far too commanding for a man who can barely sit upright.
“I dare,” you reply, pulling your wrist free. “now sit still, or I’ll tie you down.”
he glares at you, two of his hands fumbling to tug at the collar of your robe. “you wretched, stubborn woman,” he snarls, his movements clumsy.
“always thinking you’re above the rest—thinking you can deny me. I could level cities, but you think you can boss me around?”
“I don’t think; I know,” you reply flatly, dodging his clumsy attempts to grab at your robe. “now, go to bed.”
“bed?” he scoffs, attempting to rise to his full height, only to stumble back onto the cushions.
“I don’t need a bed. I need my wife, right here, shutting that sharp little mouth for once.”
“you need water and sleep,” you deadpan, retrieving a fresh cup of water from the tray nearby. you thrust it into his hand, ignoring the glare he shoots your way. “drink.”
he sniffs the cup like a suspicious child, frowning. “this isn’t sake.”
“brilliant observation,” you reply dryly. “drink it anyway.”
his crimson gaze narrows on you, clearly debating whether defiance is worth the effort.
with a low growl, he downs the water in one gulp before tossing the cup aside dramatically. “there. satisfied?” he mutters.
“not even remotely,” you reply, grabbing his arm and pulling. “up. you’re going to bed.”
to your surprise, he lets you tug him halfway to his feet before deciding he’s had enough of listening.
one of his lower arms snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. his breath is warm against your neck, and his grin is downright wicked.
“you’re always like this,” he mutters, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear. “impossible. insolent. arrogant. bossing everyone around.”
“someone has to, considering how you’re acting right now,” you reply, jabbing a finger into his chest.
“and smug,” he growls, his voice dipping into something darker.
“always grinning at me like you’ve bested me somehow. do you think you’re clever, woman? that you’re better than me?”
“right now? yes,” you reply, yanking the hem of his robe to cover more of his chest.
he catches your wrist again, his grip firm but not painful.
“you’re not better than me,” he hisses, though his voice is softer now, almost petulant. “you’re just...impossible. and clever. and—damn it—too damned beautiful for your own good.”
you freeze for a moment, caught off-guard by the unexpected admission.
“don’t look at me like that,” he snaps, his glare returning in full force. “your face is annoying enough without adding that stupid look to it. it’s maddening.”
“noted,” you say with a small smile, gently prying his hand off your wrist. “now lie down before you embarrass yourself further.”
he doesn’t move, his gaze locking onto yours.
“you’re unbearable,” he declares, voice rising in irritation. “always acting like you’re untouchable. damned arrogance and a damned grin.”
“mmhm,” you reply nonchalantly, guiding him to lie down. “and yet you keep me around.”
“because I have no choice,” he retorts right away, though there’s no heat behind the words.
“you’re mine. mine to deal with. mine to hate. mine to…” he grits his teeth, his gaze averting. “mine to keep, damn it.”
you blink.
“don’t get the wrong idea,” he adds quickly, his voice sharper now.
“I’m not saying I enjoy your insufferable company. but I’d rip apart anyone who thought they could take you from me.”
“sweet dreams to you, too,” you reply, tucking the covers around him as he finally starts to drift off.
“insolent woman,” he mutters one last time before his breathing evens out, the alcohol finally pulling him under.
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