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forever1kay · 2 months

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𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

He’s so cocky at first, smirking when you bottom down on his length. “Think you can handle it baby? Take your time if you need to kay? I know it might be too much f’ you.” He chuckles.

You raise a brow in amusement. “Oh i can handle it baby, can you?” Was what you’d first said. And that question hadn’t changed since.

His lips parted in breathy groans and heavy breathing as his hands find your waist. Lips red and swollen from biting them as his eyes looked up at you almost pleadingly. “F-fuck baby.. you’re— shit, going so f-fast. Wanna slow d-down hmm?”

You smile widely, back arching as you lean down to kiss his jaw softly. Giving a false hum in thought. “Mmm.. you can take it.” He lets out the most cry like moan, head falling back into his pillow as his hips jerk upwards. Body trembling lightly when his eyes met yours.

“Shit— please baby. You d-don’t know how fucking- haah.. how fucking tight she’s grippin’ me right now.” He was referring to the way your snug walls stroked up and down his length with every harsh bounce of your hips. “I’m gonna— o-oh fuck, gonna cum again.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the crack in his voice. Your head tilted to the side as you coo teasingly. “Yeah? Gonna be a good boy n cum f’ me baby?”

He chuckles shakily, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as his cock twitches inside you. “God i fucking love you— ahh, even when you’re milking my cock like you hate m-me.” His senses were heightened, ears picking up the every squelch on your sopping pussy and his cock feeling every ridge of your gummy walls.

He lost it when you began rolling your hips sensually. Your thighs sticking to his at the mere amount of slick that joined you two. Your wetness and his cum seeping between your folds and down his girth, turning your skilled movements sloppy as you rut your hips.

You brought a hand to his face, using your nail to brush his hair off of his sweaty forehead. “C’ mon.. let it all out.” You smiled sweetly, eyes holding a dark glint when his eyes turn teary. Small beads of water pooling at his lids before he’s crying out your name.

Overly sensitive cock aching as he spills yet another load into you. Pumping the thick white substance till you’re pumped full. The rest of the substance spurting back onto him at the lack of space.

You let out a moan, “Wow baby- there’s so much. Might.. might just be your biggest load yet.” You were getting tired, but you’d never let him know that. You swear you hear him whimper when you capture his lips with yours slowly beginning to rock your hips again.

“Shit— don’t think- d-don’t think i can give you any more baby. Feels like my cock’s gonna f-fall off.” He panted, trying to keep himself together when he felt you jerking him off with your smug walls again. A small tremble raking through his body each time your ass landed back down.

His hand left your waist to cover his reddening face. Unable to hide the cherry shade of his ears and neck as he whimpered yet again. Choking out a string of moans with tears staining his cheeks when you shush him gently, “‘S only one more baby, give me one more.”

You were the only one with the ability to truly break Satoru if you tried.

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forever1kay · 2 months

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Hi, sweets 🍭 I'd like to request deaf Bakugo headcanons - just him interacting with his little girl that demands his attention as she wants him to play with her (she is aware dad is a little off because he can't hear)

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

As Bakugo's hearing begins to fade periodically with time, his little girl starts noticing the subtle changes.

The little girl, at the age of 5, struggles to understand why her dad doesn't always respond the way others do. When you, her mom, gently explains Bakugo's hearing challenges, the girl takes it all in, absorbing the information.

To bridge the gap, the little girl asks you to teach her some basic signs. With wide-eyed enthusiasm, she practices and learns the signs, eager to communicate better with her dad.

She comes up with creative ways to catch Bakugo's attention - a gentle tap on his lap, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze, or sometimes just grabbing one of the merchandise plushies you collect at home and presenting it to him.

deaf!Bakugo, in turn, has developed a keen sense of visual awareness to understand all of his little girl's signals.

Despite being aware that her dad is a bit different, she continues to demand his attention for playtime! deaf!Bakugo, unaware that his daughter is learning sign language, is pleasantly surprised one day when she excitedly signs to him, asking him to play with her. His heart brims with love and pride, witnessing the earnest effort she's making to connect with him, and he finds it challenging to hold back tears in the middle of the living room.

deaf!Bakugo often engages in games that don't rely heavily on sound but thrive on shared moments. Building intricate block towers, drawing colorful masterpieces, and playing with dolls become their cherished activities!

When it's playtime, Bakugo's face lights up with a soft smile as he watches his daughter's enthusiasm. He might not hear her words and laughter, but he feels the warmth of her joy radiating through the room.

deaf!Bakugo has developed a set of creative signals and cues to respond to his daughter's requests. Whether it's a gentle tap on the shoulder or a specific hand gesture, they have established their own silent language.

As deaf!Bakugo gradually loses his hearing completely, his daughter's ability to communicate with him through signs becomes an invaluable bridge that allows them to share laughter, love, and a world of understanding.

Despite being a hero and handling the challenges of his job, there are moments when deaf!Bakugo, alone in his office while working from home, breaks down. The silence around him reminds him of the laughter of his beloved little girl he can't hear anymore, and it hits him emotionally.

The very first time they finish playing with his daughter's dolls and plushies, Bakugo's heart melts and he can't hold back tears as his little girl approaches him, using sign language to say, "Thank you for playing with me. I love you, Daddy."

The girl is a little scared seeing her dad crying as it is an extremely rare sight. So, she climbs onto his lap, strokes his rough cheeks marked by many scars from the battles he fought, and signs at him, "Daddy, don't cry, I love you. I'll hug you, and it will be okay."

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forever1kay · 2 months

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thinkin about childhood best friend katsuki (wow shocker) saying he’s “immune” to cooties or he’s “too strong” to get them just to hold your hand and drag you around everywhere because if you’re not at his hip 24/7 there’s a problem.

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forever1kay · 3 months

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❛ SHE’S A SUPER FREAK! ❜

toji, choso, geto, gojo, sukuna. making the jjk men cum too quickly/untouched.

total wc. 2.9k

warnings. fem!reader, bratty reader, orgasm control, dry humping, face riding, choking, nipple play, unprotected sex, breeding, overstim, dirty talk, praise, whiney men.

an. thank u serenaaa for gettin me out writers block ly <3

☆ CHOSO KAMO.

“shit princess, i’ve been so l-lonely all day,” he pouts, and you’re idly over the counter before choso presses up behind you. he grabs ahold of your waist, and you let off a surprised gasp at the feeling of his boner. it was inevitable for him to try and hide it. he wore nothing but a loose-fitted tank and grey sweats. “i—i need you, badly...”

he trembled over his words, stammering entirely. choso’s eyes glint, letting off a whine at seeing you teasingly wriggle your ass against him.

choso starts to pant, and you giggle at the feeling of him attempting to grind himself against you.

you tried to stay put, chewing the inside of your cheek while allowing him to get off before he lets off a cute groan. “you’re so unfair. walkin’ around in this pretty sundress. i can just…pull it right off ‘n fuck you over this counter.”

“so do it,” you mutter with a grin. “fuck me.”

just hearing you say those words was enough to make him cream his pants.

choso huffs and puffs out a single breath, and you feel the hard print of his dick pressing against you. “not yet..”

“you want me to beg or something, baby?” you play along, still not facing him — both hands of yours laid flat against the sleek quartz-like counter. he grows quiet for a few seconds, and you gasp again once he parts your legs a bit more.

“…yeahh.” he whines, yet he sounds unsure of himself. each dreadful second passes, and choso’s chasing his own breath, he bites his lip while he stares down to see you with the most upmost perfect arch. a slutty arch, you knew what you were doing. teasing him, swaying your hips against his crotch to feel his hardness rub off on you.

he clenches his jaw before you heard a bit of shuffling. “f-fuck, ‘s hard. ‘m gonna cum just from you doing that.”

“but baby, i’m not doing anything.” you played dumb, and even though you weren’t directly facing your boyfriend, oh how you could just see the needy pout contorting against his pink lips.

you were such a tease — there was no doubt about that. “i’m waiting for you to fuck me. so go ahead.”

“you’re such a … fuckin’ brat,” he pouts, tugging roughly against the rim of your sundress. even if he tried to be degrading, he was as intimidating as a cute little kitten. his lips form into a frown the more you moved your ass against him. “f-fuck, you’re gonna make me c-cum.”

you smile, continuing to move your hips against him, his boner rubs against your panties and he just gawks and stares.

choso’s fingertips lightly trace against your curves before he starts dry humping you now. you started to throb yourself.

yet you concealed a giggle.

digging your teeth into your knuckles before seconds later, you feel a certain dampness press against your ass.

“f-fuck, fuckkk,” he babbles repeatedly, and he came right through his pants—barely any stimulation happened, yet that was all it took for him. choso swallowed, looking down to see the mess near the middle part of his sweats. “i’m all a mess now,” he mutters, darkened eyebrows forming together. “and-and ‘m gonna make you clean it. so get on your knees….please?”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“what are ya givin’ me that look for, woman?” sukuna grumbles.

brows pointed downwards and he always had that same grim scowl spread across his lips. it’s been a few minutes since you came. he was nice enough to let you finish before him.

with a low grunt, he skims the fat tips of his thumbs against your waist as your hips rotated against him. “are you close yet, kuna?”

“too early but yeah, why?” he replies, staring at you almost as if you had two heads. he leers at you, bright eyes glazing with sharp fingertips tickling against the crooked edges of your hips.

sukuna watches as you lightly shove him on his back, he lands with a rough ‘oof’ and then he suddenly feels his jaw tense.

“shit—” he groans, barely able to hold onto your waist. you slowly rode against him, back and forth in such a way. but sukuna doesn’t expect for you to make him pull out, just for you to rub your soaked folds against his length.

“little…girl,” he starts to pant, eyes staring down to watch you intently. your hips pivot sensually and slowly against him, and his head goes back. you can hear sukuna’s breathing hitch — edges of his jaw tightening together. “perverted girl, put it back in.”

you giggle, watching sukuna’s face grow flustered the moment you start to jerk your hips a bit more against his shaft.

you felt how hard he was, his tip occasionally brushing against your folds—just a few inches and he’d be inside, yet your hips continued to swivel on top of him. “you gotta ask nicely first.”

“got some damn n—nerve,” and his voice trails off at the way you speed your hips up, grinding all on his dick now. you even reach down to play with yourself, ghosting your fingers against his cock and sukuna groans. “you need to be put in your place again, f-fuckk.” and his tone just trembled, his rude raspy voice grew out to be a lot more shaky, and he felt himself anticipating his incoming release. it was as equivalent to a fuse about to blow, sukuna digs his nails into your hips from the stimulation.

“are you gonna ask nicely?” you grin, leaning up close to press a wet kiss onto his cheek.

“do ya know who i am? i’ll-” and he grunts, the moment you playfully wrap a hand around his throat. “kinky little bitch. think choking me ‘s gonna..” and his words immediately get silenced once you lean in to kiss him, gently caressing your fingers against his throat. sukuna’s taken aback, your brattiness never failed to turn him on. the minute he cums, shooting out thick ropes his mind goes empty.

sukuna pants, and you feel him paint the outer part of your pussy. so sticky, it stuck against you and you smile—grabbing ahold of the tip before realigning yourself. the moment you look up, the curse was glaring at you, smacking your hand away from his neck. “shit,” he recollects his breath, wiping the beads of sweat that ran down his forehead. “if you’re gonna choke me, at least do it harder. weak little… f-fuck.”

☆ GOJO SATORU.

“so, i can’t touch you…like at all?” he murmurs, a saddened pout spreading across his lips. the moment you told him he couldn’t touch you while eating you out made him frown. you hovered over him with a teasing smile, nodding. “but….baby.”

“i’m serious, ‘toru,” you whisper, sliding your panties across the side. “no touching.”

“i can touch myself though, right?” he begs, white eyebrows furrowing in desperation. you heard the neediness in his tone, and it was quite cute. “right…? please. at least lemme get off to your taste.”

once you tell him it was fine, the stupidest grin stretches across his face. immediately, gojo latched his lips against your pussy, and as promised he kept his hands off of you.

he still whined—oh, how he wished he could be dragging your hips all across his face. he’d give anything just to do that.

“suffocate me with your thighs, baby,” he whimpers, you moan at the feeling of his nose swiping every so often against your folds. he felt your impulsing throbs, time and time again. he was so hungry, giving your clit deep sucks to make sure you felt every inch of his tongue. “sweet girl.”

“f-fuck, satoru.” you’d gasp, a hand tangled between his fluffed strands, his half-lidded eyes lock onto yours as you’re ruining his pretty face. your own slick started to cover him entirely. it raced down his chin to where he’d depart his lips just to lap it up with his tongue, making sure you watch. “you’re s-so nasty.”

“only nasty just for you, baby,” he grunts, and that’s right when he reaches down to start stroking himself. you felt your hips stutter against his face, his tongue dragging up and down your pussy and you whined. “y-you make me so hard, think ‘m gonna cum through my pants.”

your nerves left you feeling with so much concealed emotions, the more you rutted yourself against his face. the more vocal gojo became. he never knew how to shut up, he got off to you being pleasured.

“mhm.” he grunts, starting to maneuver circles against your clit. suck after suck, your legs started to shake and you jaw dropped. you felt it. the undeniable orgasm reaching.

the way the very tip of his tongue added more pressure, swiping and swiping against your entrance before his sucking had your knees buckling out of desire.

“s-satoru.” you’d babble, your hips just having a mind of its own practically—yet, to much your own surprise, the two of you ended up releasing together. of course, gojo was quite louder with his finish, his voice strained as he came right through his pants from stroking himself. you remained hovered over his face, panting before he sits up.

he pouts, grabbing you lightly by the neck before whining, “stick out your tongue ‘n taste it.”

and you do, leaning in towards gojo before he returns you with a deep kiss, you moan right into his mouth at the sheer taste of your own slick that went down his chin, smearing all over his mouth.

“good girl.”

☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI.

isn’t fond of the little game you’re playing, the two of you would be casually making out and you’re straddling his lap.

toji roughly groans, you’re so handsy with him, he’s shirtless. his abs tense each time you skim your cold fingers against his nipples.

he’d be inside you, and you’re just kissing him, he’s got a rough hand attached to your waist while you’re slowly ploddingly thrust your hips back and forth against him.

“doll, y’er havin’ too much fun with my chest,” and his tone was playfully, yet you could hear the grunt nearly escaping. his thick size stretched your walls out, even though your pace wasn’t even that close to being relatively fast. could he really blame you though, his chest was fucking huge, such perfect glistening toned pecs, you always told him how you wanted to suck on his nipples. toji followed by giving you a major side eye though. “ya know how sensitive i am there, sweetheart.”

“that’s the point,” you whisper against his lips, continuing to grind and grind against his lap. his lips part each time you lean in to kiss him again, his breath was warm against yours and you moan at the feeling of him sliding his tongue inside. “each time i touch you there, you start to whine.”

he breaks away, and glares at you. you giggle as a response, and he only then gives your ass a mean smack. “no, i don’t.��

“yes, you do,” you chastise, and you’re just about bouncing on his cock now—you bite the bottom skin of your lip, hips rolling and stuttering against him to where you hiss out to stop your incoming whimper. “i bet if i give you a little pinch here…”

“fuck,” he’d grunt, the feeling of your soft fingers giving his nipples a tiny squeeze. toji stares at you before staring away, and he’s embarrassed, it feels good but he’d never say that to your face. “i told you…‘s sensitive.”

“are you more sensitive if i do this, baby?”

you pause your hips for a quick second, he’s still buried inside of you freely and he watches with green dilated pupils before you lean up close to his chest—only to then press your lips against his perky hardened nipples, giving it a teasingly quick suck.

“…goddamn,” he intakes a sharp breath, a hand reaching towards the back of your head. toji moved a few strands away from your face and he groans at the ticklish feeling of you see. your lips stuck onto his soft skin, playfully flicking your tongue against the middle part. “you’re so weird. i can’t suck on yours but you can just suck m-mine.”

and you hear toji’s cute stuttering, that’s how sensitive he was—it was adorable, the way the muscles underneath his chin clenched. toji lets off a low sexy grunt, the pressure you created, not even using your teeth, he felt himself growing extremely hot.

tears of sweat ran down the sides of his face, and his thigh starts to bounce. “fuckin’ girl, keep…keep suckin’ like that ‘n i’m gonna paint your little insides white. ya want that?”

“yeah.” you hum jocularly, running the tip of your tongue all against his nipple. you were gentle, yet he still was about to lose his mind. you made it so hard for him to keep composure that within seconds, toji shamelessly came inside you.

all from just you sucking his nipples, not even from you riding him—his face now flushed, he grew quiet for a while before glaring at you. he lightly shoved you off, the cutest scowl on his face before he gets out the bed, butt ass naked.

“where are you going?” you giggle.

“girl shut the fuck up.”

☆ SUGURU GETO.

with geto, it’s different because he ends up cumming early, and begs you to ride him in reverse. normally he doesn’t act like that, but the overstim got to him, so much so to the point where he wanted more.

the mirror that stood propped up in front of the two of you, you saw the lewd image of the both of you. geto was such a mess, sucking all over your neck and collarbone, stuffing you full of thick inches.

“sweetheart…”

he murmurs against your neck, the recoil your ass brings against his lap makes him groan in disbelief. it rings and rings, the pure rough smacks.

he’s kissing his teeth at how pretty you were. this specific position has your g-spot running for its money, the way he found it so easy to tap and tap against that spot, you moaned continuously. “i’m getting close. ‘s close, i can feel it.”

“i know,” you utter in a soft breath, shifting again and again. you use your knees — almost as if each rough thrust was your last. it felt so good, your head slumped back against his, and he held you in his big arms. “you can finish inside. ‘s okay.”

“really…?” he murmurs, bottom lip quivering, he was so warm all around, his teeth practically shattered and his ears burned and rang. once you said it was alright, he squeezes your waist with his hands, and he moans. “throw back against me so sloppy, ‘m so in love with y-you.”

the exact moment he came, geto’s head sexily rolls back, his addams apple makes an appearance as you stare at his bad slouchy posture through the clean rectangular mirror.

“shit shit shit,” he huffs out, thick velvety ropes of cum just plugging into you — you moan, and he leans in to softly sink his teeth into the inner part of your neck, whining out your name. “so much, jus’ for you. gotta make your tummy all swollen with my cum. just gotta..”

“…sugu,” you whined, a hand caressing his cheek as his chest was pressed up against your back. yet it wasn’t finished, because momentarily later, you start to pick up your pace again and he turns into an entire mess.

“f-fuck, baby, ‘m still cumming,” he grunts, muscles in his thighs clenching — jaw contracting together, he pulls your hips back against him and geto’s dark eyes roll all the way back. he’s seeing white, your pussy’s got him on a leash. for a few seconds, he’s entirely speechless. only pathetic whimpers left his mouth, and you still felt him coating you with his cum, despite your jagged bounces on him. the angle was so rich and deep, he nearly chokes from the way your cunt grips against him.

geto’s cock french kisses your g-spot, and it’s just heavenly. you throb repeatedly, and your mouth grows dry from how he’s holding onto your hips for dear life. “woman, you’re gonna drive me mad.”

your skin felt like it was melting with the way it was so hot against his. just sticking against him, smack after smack. geto’s long hair was in the way, flawlessly flowing down his back, you felt his dick twitch inside you — making your toes curl.

yet what you don’t expect is for geto to flip you over, briefly pulling his thick cock out of you only to lay you on your back, realigning himself. “baby,” he mutters, his tone more whiney than usual. the way he stares at you, completely lust driven. “think y-you need more of my cum. your pretty tummy’s not plump enough f’r me.”

and you moan, feeling geto’s body meet against yours once more, he brings you in for a needy kiss, and he tastes sweet like candy, instantly, your legs wrap around his slim waist.

many seconds later, he pulls away to whisper against your lips — plugging his lengthy dick back in. “let’s…let’s make a baby.”

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forever1kay · 4 months

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gojo hates when you’re mean to yourself.

and yet your daughter hates it even more.

you were picking up a few stragglers from the clothes you’d brought upstairs when you noticed a breeze on your back. for some reason, your pants didn’t fit like before.

you walked back into your shared bedroom and stripped of all the clothing besides your bra and panties. you sighed when you saw how wide your hips had gotten, how the cellulite on your legs was so noticeable, and how your face started to look older.

tears welled in your eyes. maybe having another kid was a bad idea if this is how you looked after one. you can’t help but see the way your stomach got pudgier and how your arms got thicker. eventually, the tears started to flow. you sat on the floor, holding your face in your hands. gojo walks in, a cheery smile on his face, that was until he saw the state his wife was in.

“baby, baby…what’s wrong?” gojo asks, pulling you into a hug. it takes you a while to respond, but once you catch your breath you can’t help to look at gojo. “i’ve become so different since we first met. i’ve gotten chubbier, my face looks so different…” you ramble, the tears flowing out like water from a dam. “oh baby…” gojo mumbles, rubbing circles on your back.

gojo lifts your face up and smiles. “you getting chubbier doesn’t bother me at all, in fact it’s kinda cute. seeing how your body has changed from our daughter, seeing how strong you’ve became…” gojo says, smiling. “and your gorgeous face!” he grins, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “it just shows how much life you’ve lived. i can’t wait to see how it wrinkles up when we’re old.” you sniffle, the tears starting to stop. before gojo can start his rant again, your 5 year old walks into the room.

“why are you guys on the floor?” she asks, her eyes curious. “mommy just needed a hug.” gojo smiles. “oh! i drew this for you and daddy.” she says, holding the paper out to the both of you. you grab it and tears well up once again. it was a poorly drawn yet thought out picture of the three of you. an arrow pointing to you that read: “my very pretty mommy :)” you beam at the drawing bringing her in for a hug. “i love you!” she says, hugging the two of you back.

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forever1kay · 4 months

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“Smallville’s not so innocent after all, huh?”|| Smallville! Clark Kent x reader

summary: a surprise sleepover with clark leads to even more surprises in the morning…

pairing: teenage!clark kent x reader

warnings: mentions of sex (nothing happens, i promise lol), some small steamy scenes, and lots of flustered clark and fluff :)

The hot water ran down your back as you washed your arms with whatever body wash was currently in Clark’s shower. The fragrance didn’t matter to you, all that mattered was that you were able to clean your body.

You had spent the night at Clark’s last night. Your parents were out of town for the weekend and they didn’t want you home by yourself, so you needed somewhere to stay while they were gone. Your best friend Lana was staying with her boyfriend, Jason, over the weekend, and Chloe was too occupied with who knows what. That left you with your boyfriend Clark and his family. The Kent’s were more than happy to let you stay with them. Martha and Jonathan Kent just adore you. It makes them so happy to see how much you love and care about their son. After all, you are his first love as Martha likes to say.

Chloe’s cousin Lois Lane was staying with the Kent’s for a little while, so Martha had set up a nice spot for you to sleep in their living room since Lois was in the guest room. Even though you and Clark are dating, Martha and Jonathan have strict rules on when you can be in Clark’s room. The door had to be open at all times when you’re up there and you absolutely could NOT be up in Clark’s room at night. You and Clark are teens though, and when you tell a teenager that they can’t do something, well, they’ll do it anyways.

When Martha and Jonathan had finally gone to bed, you snuck upstairs into Clark’s bedroom. Every night you stayed over, he always greeted you with his signature sweet smile and open arms. You always happily snuggled into his warm embrace and fell right asleep, until Clark would wake you up so you both wouldn’t get caught breaking the rules.

As you turned the shower off, you heard the bathroom door open.

“Hello?”

The door shut.

“Hey Y/n.”

You sighed in relief. It was just Clark. Grabbing your towel, you wrapped it around your body before stepping out of the shower, so you could greet your boyfriend.

You smiled, “Hi.”

He kissed your cheek as he handed you one of his flannels.

“My mom is doing your laundry, so I brought you one of my flannels to wear until it’s done. I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

I took the flannel from him, thanking him. “I don’t mind at all. Thank you, Clark.”

He smiled warmly, “Anything for my girl.”

Your cheeks flushed as he spoke. Clark always had a way with his words. As you were drying yourself off, Clark had gotten into the shower and quickly washed himself.

You were brushing your hair as Clark was drying off and getting dressed in the shower. He had respected your privacy while you got dressed, so of course you did the same with him. Your boyfriend opened the shower curtain and stepped out of the tub, throwing his towel on the floor. You looked at Clark through the mirror, a playful smirk was on his face as he walked towards you. He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling your body into his.

You giggled, “Clark, what are you-.”

He slowly moved his head toward your neck. You could feel his hot breath against your neck my as his lips touched your bare skin. You turned your head to the side, biting your lip slightly as he continued to leave kisses on your neck. His hands began to roam your body, causing your breath to hitch in the back of your throat. Clark sucked the area just below your right ear, leaving a small purple hickey once he pulled away.

“Clark…” you breathed out in pleasure. Your boyfriend chuckled at your response to his actions. He gently squeezed your hips before he pulled the sleeve of his flannel you were wearing, exposing your shoulder blade. He left a trail of kisses along your shoulder, making you lean into his touch even more.

Clark Kent was your weakness, and boy did he know it.

He lifted his head and moved his arms so he could wrap them around your whole body, instead of just your waist.

You whined softy, “Clark, why do you have to do this to me?”

He chuckled as he planted a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m sorry, i just couldn’t help myself.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You look so sexy in my flannel.”

You felt chills go up your spine in response to his words. Clark smirked at you through the mirror before pulling the other sleeve of the flannel down so he could do the same thing to your other shoulder.

You let out a quiet moan, or at least, one that you thought was quiet. He lifted his head up and bit his lip, his blue eyes full of lust as he watched and listened to your response to what he was doing to you.

“Clark…don’t stop…” you said, breathlessly. You hoped this would lead into something more…

Clark turned you around and crashed his lips against yours, the two of you sharing a passionate kiss. He began to pull his flannel off of you, his blue eyes full of love and lust. You could feel your body’s anticipation of this moment growing with each move he made. Wanting to speed the process up a bit more, you began to pull Clark’s shirt off as well. Oh how you and Clark were ready to-

“So, Smallville’s not so innocent after all, huh?”

You quickly pulled yourself away from Clark. Both of you pulling your shirts down in the process.

You gulped as you turned around to see a smirking Lois Lane, who was standing in the doorway of the bathroom holding a basket full of your clean laundry.

You and Clark were both flustered messes while Lois just stood there and smirked at the two of you.

She cleared her throat, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Y/n, Mrs. Kent wanted me to bring you these.” She gestured to the basket in her hands.

“T-Thank you.”

She nodded, “Mhm…”

You glanced up at Clark, noticing how nervous he looked.

“Lois,” he said, “I know it looks like we were-.”

Lois laughed, “Oh I’ll tell you what it looks like. Could probably tell you what it sounded like too. You guys aren’t the most…quiet.”

You sighed, “Oh god.”

Lois laughed again, “Oh don’t worry sweetie. I only heard just a few moans and a ‘oh clark, don’t stop’.” She imitated you, causing your embarrassment to increase and your blush to redden even more.

“Seriously Lois, we weren’t doing what you thought we were doing.” Clark said, crossing his arms.

Lois nodded, “Whatever you say Clark. Her neck says otherwise.”

Clark stayed silent as he grew even more flustered. You groaned, covering your face.

“Hey I get it, I was a teen in high school once too.” Lois smirked, “Just…be careful.”

You nodded as you fiddled with your fingers. Clark awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. Lois couldn’t contain her giggles as she watched how flustered the two of you still were. She placed the laundry basket down and walked out of the bathroom. However, she stopped midway while walking out of the room.

“By the way, Mrs. Kent has breakfast ready downstairs. So if I was you,” she gestured to you and Clark, “I’d try to finish this up.”

“Thanks Lois.” You smiled tightly.

A smug smile was on her face as she waved, “Yup.”

Lois shut the door behind her, leaving you and Clark alone in the bathroom once again.

“Clark, I am so sorry.”

Clark grabbed your hand, gently squeezing it, “What are you sorry for? You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/n.”

You smiled. Clark was right, you didn’t really have anything to be sorry for. You just felt bad for getting caught by Lois. Clark wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him. You rested your head against his chest, and wrapped your arms around his muscular middle.

“I love you, Clark.”

He smiled and kissed the top of your head, “I love you too beautiful.”

You pulled away, a smile on your face. “Now let’s go get some breakfast, I’m starving.”

Clark chuckled as you grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the bathroom. The two of you walked down the stairs, the overwhelming smell of bacon and waffles filled your nostrils. Clark’s stomach growled, causing you to giggle.

“Come on my love.” You said, leading him into the kitchen.

As the two of you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by a smiling Martha and Jonathan, and a still smirking Lois.

“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Kent.” You smiled.

“Good morning, Y/n.” Jonathan replied, a warm smile on his face.

“Good morning Y/n! Help yourself to anything.” Martha smiled as she placed more bacon onto a plate. You thanked her as you grabbed a plate. Clark’s parents said their good mornings to their son as he walked in the room behind you. After you filled your plate with bacon, waffles, and fresh fruit, you sat down at the kitchen table in a chair across from Lois. She handed you a glass of orange juice.

“Thanks Lois.” you smiled.

“You two must be starving, you’ve been up for a while.” Martha said as she poured batter into the waffle maker.

Lois smirked, “I think they already ate Mrs. Kent.”

You spit your orange juice back into the cup while you heard Clark clear his throat.

“Excuse me?” Jonathan asked, putting his paper down on the table.

Lois shook her head, “Oh nothing. I just said they already ate, Mr. Kent.”

Clark put his plate down next to yours and sighed. You sunk down in your chair slightly, giving Clark’s father a small smile.

“Did you guys go out and get breakfast?” Martha asked, her eyebrows coming together in confusion.

“We-.” Clark started, but was cut off.

“Something like that.” Lois smirked as she took a sip of her orange juice.

Oh how you wished Lois would just shut her mouth. You looked over at Clark, he glanced over at you and gulped nervously.

“Clark.” Jonathan said, crossing his arms, “answer your mother’s question please.”

Clark’s mouth moved, but no words came out. You placed your hand on his thigh, squeezing it gently.

“Mr. Kent-.” You spoke.

“Not now, Y/n.” He said, holding his hand up at you to stop you from talking.

“Dad.”

Jonathan scoffed, “Clark. I was talking to you, not Y/n.”

Clark stood up from his chair, “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that.”

You grabbed Clark’s hand, trying to pull him back down into his chair. Of course, he didn’t budge.

“Clark, it’s okay.” you said softly. He looked down at you, sighing as he saw you give him a look that pleaded him to sit back down. Once he sat down you whispered, “Let’s just…explain. The best we can.” He nodded, giving you a small smile.

“Y/n and I didn’t…eat already. Lois is just joking around.” he cleared his throat as his parents urged him to continue, “There’s a joke, that uh, that people use to joke about certain things. You know those other natural things that you can be, um. That you can be deprived of…not just food.”

You smacked your face lightly and shook your head as you listened to Clark awkwardly explain the situation to his parents.

“What kind of joke, Clark?” Jonathan asked.

Clark looked at you for help and you just shrugged, not knowing how to help.

“A sex joke.” he said softly, only you could hear him.

Martha cocked her head to the side, “A what? I didn’t hear you.”

Clark cleared his throat, but you spoke before he could.

“A sex joke. Lois was making a sex joke…” You let out a heavy sigh and sat back in your chair as you watched Jonathan and Martha’s faces twist in horror.

“But we were just kissing. After our shower-showers, we just kissed. That’s all.” Clark spoke, trying to ease his parents thoughts and horrified expressions.

Lois chuckled, “Uh huh…”

Clark rolled his eyes. Martha squinted at Clark as she looked at him. She always did that whenever she caught Clark in a lie. The truth is, Clark wasn’t really lying to his parents. The two of you did just kiss, there was nothing more. Except for the fact that you almost took it further, but that’s beside the point.

“Clark,” she sighed, “I can’t. Jonathan?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t even know what to say to them.”

Oh how you wanted this moment to end. You’ve never felt more awkward and embarrassed in your whole life.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kent,” you started, “I am so sorry. I promise you though that Clark and I didn’t do anything else but kiss! Lois just walked in on us and she assumed we had been doing other things.”

Jonathan and Martha just nodded. Lois sighed, standing from her spot at the table.

“She’s right. I walked in on them at the wrong moment, and I’m sorry. And the joke, well, I’m sorry about that too.”

She chuckled to herself, “But come on, you have to admit it was pretty funny.”

The silence in the room echoed. No one replied, the four of you just looked at Lois. Her cheeks flushed as she cleared her throat, “Sorry, sorry.” She sat back down and chugged the rest of her orange juice.

“It’s alright, Lois.” Jonathan nodded, giving her a small smile. He turned to you and Clark, “But you two,”

You and Clark both nodded, knowing what was coming.

He sighed,“Martha and I aren’t upset. You guys are teenagers. You’re boyfriend and girlfriend. You’re going to do things that Martha and I have no control over. However, we do have boundaries in this house.”

You nodded, “I know, I’m sorry Mr. Kent.”

“It’s alright. Like I said, I can’t control what you do.”

Martha spoke up, “But we can at least try. Clark, your father and I have these rules in place because we’re looking out for you. We’re looking out for you too, Y/n.”

Clark nodded, “I understand. It won’t happen again, we promise.”

“Yes, we do.” You replied, giving the Kent’s a smile.

Martha smiled, “Good. A baby is a lot to take care of, and at your-.”

“Woah!” Jonathan exclaimed.

“Yeah mom, who said anything about babies?”

Martha chuckled, “No one, I’m just explaining why Your father and I have certain rules in place for when Y/n comes over.”

You smiled, “Well Mrs. Kent, I promise you, you don’t have to worry about any baby Kents running around anytime soon.”

“Good. I can barely handle one big Smallville. Could you imagine a mini Smallville running around here?” Lois spoke.

“No, I don’t even want to think about it.” Jonathan replied.

You all laughed and agreed with Jonathan. You didn’t want to think about it either. Even though a mini Clark would be adorable. Someday Y/n, someday…you thought to yourself.

After talking for a little while more and sharing some laughs together, you all finished up with breakfast. While you laughed at a story Clark’s dad was telling, Clark had his arm around the back of your chair as his other hand was stroking your hand that he held. You gave him a warm smile as he looked down at you with his gaze full of love.

Sleepovers at the Kent’s house were always full of surprises, but one thing was for sure.

You could stay there forever as long as you’re with Clark.

A/N: hey babes!!<3 so this has turned into a Smallville!Clark Kent imagines account lol. there’s not a enough imagines of him, so someone’s got write some, right? i’ll probably end up posting a couple more here and there in the next few months! also, i apologize for not getting any multifandom requests out. i’m way behind, and i’m hopefully going to work on those soon. i cant make any promises though, but i will do my very best! i hope you’re all doing well<3

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forever1kay · 5 months

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tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” despite the lack of lighting in the club, rindou doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

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forever1kay · 5 months

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Hi 🍉

So, first i wanna say i'm sorry to everyone who has been waiting for me to update my fanfics. life has been hectic a lot of stuff has happened and i've been busy getting everything under control. i will be posting more stories i just don't know how soon.

now to the main reason i'm posting this. i'm sure a lot of you have been on social media or at least heard something about the war happening in Palestin3. the reason i'm posting this is to make any of my fans aware who don't know already about a genocide that has been ongoing for 70+ years. i am pro Palestin3, and i really hope from the bottom of my heart that if you're reading this, you are too. i have been heartbroken, i have known about the war all my life, just not how horrifying and atrocious it really was. i feel ashamed at not raising awareness, at not boycotting, at not taking a stance against the injustice that has been taking place. i have a platform, and i will not stay silent anymore.

for anyone feeling helpless like i am, don't worry, there is something you can do to help. do your research and educate others around you. take to social media, share and like anything spreading awareness. join your local protests, and do not stop boycotting brands that support the illegal occupation taking place in g@za. your voice matters, please use it wherever you can.

i may be on the other side of the world, but my heart is with those who have lost their lives in this unfair war. they will be remembered. they will not be numbers on an endless list.

from the r1v3r to the s3a, Palestine will be fr33. 🍉

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Y/n: No, no. He made fun of me for getting Capri-Suns, and then he DRANK 8 OF MY CAPRI-SUNS!!

Wanda: Y/n, your 17 and your arguing over Capri-Suns

Y/n: Wands, either you ground him or I fight him and there’s two options

Pietro: My fists are already up

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forever1kay · 5 months

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OMG I read your recent nanami x black reader fic and it was SO GOOD🥺 after watching the latest jjk, I’m not okay😭our boy needs justice😭

Can Nanami and black reader have a good ending after the Shibuya arc I refuse to accept his fate 😭 it could be Nanami and black reader living in Malaysia on their beach house. And nanami reading his books while reader is pregnant and has children (as many as you want) they just living happy is what I need. Your such a great writer🥰 take your time

and on this episode of fix-it fiction

word count: 0.7k

It was always hard sleeping without him. It felt foreign to not have his strong arm slung across her waist and being pulled close. Her worrying about Kento kept her up at night and the sickness of her stomach definitely wasn't helping. She was planning on telling him when he came back but every hour that felt like less and less of a reality. However, hearing her bedroom door crack open in the late evening soothed all of her worries.

"You're back," She gushed, her eyes watering and her lover had only been standing in the doorway for a few seconds. He quickly made his way to the bed where she was lying and wrapped his arms around her neck. He took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of her favorite lotion before bed.

"Of course, I am," He could feel her tears slip onto his neck. She knew the risks of his job but it still didn't help when he was gone. Especially, after she was told what they were up against. She had complete faith in her man but the dangers of the world made it scary.

"I had a dream that you-" She could barely finish the words and just wanted to be closer to him.

"Shh, it's okay," He wanted to settle her emotions. He wanted to tell her that everything would be okay but if he could get her to stop crying that would be enough for now.

"I have something to tell you," She pulled away from him ever so slightly. He hadn't noticed what she was wearing before but the soft pink silk nightie with spaghetti straps fell perfectly on her and matched her bonnet. He noticed just a small bump coming from her stomach before he left but he thought that maybe she had been stress eating again.

"What is it? What's wrong?" He said looking at her up and down. His hands rested on her cheeks as he looked for a physical ailment.

"We're gonna have a baby," She whispered as she took his hands from her to her stomach. A small smile grew on the blond man's lips.

"Yeah?" He whispered back.

"Yeah," She nodded with excitement. It's safe to say that Nanami Kento made some lifestyle changes after this moment.

- Nanami took a deep breath as he exited their beach house. He worked hard so that he could see this view. He made sure that his wife and child were safe. Walking along the beach, he found his wife on a lounge chair in the sand in a one-piece bathing suit that complimented her rich and dark skin. He placed a kiss on her forehead and stood next to her.

"How are you, my love?" He asked looking outward and seeing his daughter work diligently on her sandcastle. For a five-year-old with pigtails, she was very serious but she got it from her father. Her attitude came directly from her mother, and Nanami blamed the fact that Gojo annoyed her the entire pregnancy.

"Our daughter is a hard worker like her father," She said pulling her phone out of the beach bag to take a quick photo of their daughter's precious moment. The girl turned to wave and smile at her parents before continuing to shovel dirt into her bucket.

"But she's stubborn like her mother," He said without missing a beat.

"Haha," Y/N faked a laugh before handing her husband his sunscreen. As much as Nanami enjoyed the beach and the sun, he was prone to burning.

"Itadori is coming for a visit," He stated with a bit of pride in his chest. Yuuji had grown to see them as a second family and visited as much as he could.

"She adores him," Y/N stated adjusting her overly floppy hat and looking up at her husband.

"Maybe it's time we give her another sibling," Now that he had retired there was no reason for him not to have the family that he always wanted.

"Is that so?" She whispered.

"Mhm," He leaned down and kissed her. Kento also may or may not have asked Yuuji to babysit while he was here. Let's just say he was more than ready for another kid.

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this is an actual thing that happened to me and my poor friend like, an hour ago lmao

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It’s been raining for three weeks straight.

On the list of things that make Katsuki angry, rain is high, high up on that list, above most people and most things. Rain feels useless to Katsuki, does nothing but make things wet and gross, and he’ll never forgive the rain for drowning his plants as a kid.

Rain makes him a certain degree of agitated.

You, on the other hand?

“Baby, look! It’s raining!” You beam.

You like it. Freak.

The forecast had no called for rain, nor had his phone given any warnings, but as he paid the bill for lunch, seemingly as soon as the waiter took his card, the rain poured to godlike fury.

Phenomenal.

There’s nothing he loves more on his one Saturday off a month than sprinting through monsoon season in worn down sneakers and your feet padding behind him. There’s nothing he finds more euphoria in than opening the passenger side door for you and feeling the squish of a puddle in his shoe.

And he absolutely, completely, totally understands how on the gods’ decaying, rotten earth, why you enjoy this so much.

At this point, all Katsuki wanted to do was go home, curl up in a ball with you close by and nap all the frustration and cold rain away for the next few hours-

“LOOK OUT!” You scream, and instantly, Katsuki slams on his brakes, nearly flinging you both out the window. His face paled in panic before coming back in a complete anger.

“What the fuck was that!”

“Look!” You whimper, pointing out past the windshield with a worried pout. He squints as best as he can past the pouring rain, to no avail. You groan next to him and quickly leap out of the car to chase whatever you seem to see, making him snarl a firm ‘GET BACK HERE,’ through his teeth. You put your hands on your knees as you look down at the pavement, and he looks around for a oncoming car that you seem to ignore remembering that you’re in the middle of the goddamned road.

“Are you fucking insane?!” He snaps, opening his own car door and getting out to chase you. “You’re going to get sick, and I’m not going to take care of you.”

You pout up at him before fixing your gaze back down at the road, “you were gonna hit him.”

“Hit who?”

“The turtle,” you whine, fixing the hood of Katsuki’s sweater on your head to keep the rain off your face. With a furrowed brow, Katsuki does finally look down to see a small turtle settled in the road, blinking its slimy eyes softly as if half exasperated as Katsuki is.

He sighs in exhaustion, “you made me get out of my car, in the pouring rain, bordering fucking hail, to look at a snapping turtle?” His hands smack his face and scrub it in frustration, “this can’t be my life. There no way.”

“Can we save him?” You ask quietly, clearly very upset by the idea of this little creature being squashed.

“How do you- what- NO!” He snaps, mercilessly. You whimper softly before falling to your knees, water squishing under the bones. He’s got to admit, you do look very sad, but it’s 45 degrees outside and holy crap he’s gonna freeze out here and it’s your fault.

He hears you sigh from under his hoodie, and you reach out to touch the small turtle, only retracting your hand when it lurches out to snap at you.

“See? Why do you want to save this little shit?”

You scoff, “he’s just scared, it’s not his fault.”

“Yeah, snap at you again and I’ll give him something to be scared about.”

This, you give him a small laugh at, and he does sobsr up slightly. Your head turns up to look at him, rain hitting your face and lip still in a small pout. “Please, help me save him, Katsuki?”

Fucking god.

He growls softly, “how do you want me to save him? He’s a snapping turtle, can’t just lift his ass up.” You gnaw softly at your lip before looking back at the small turtle now receding into its shell in fright.

Then, you brighten, “just go home and get a shovel!”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not fucking going home, digging a shovel out of the garage, coming back and moving a turtle six feet to the other side of the road. You’re insane- he’ll be fucking fine, babe, let’s just go home.”

“I don’t want to leave him,” you say softly. “I’ll stay here, and if he moves, I’ll call you and walk home-“

“Are you fucking high? I’m not leaving you here, dumbass.”

Looking back up at him, you give him a cocky shrug, “guess you’re picking up the turtle with your hands.”

He could throttle you. Right here, in the middle of the road, right now.

With his patience running thin, and clothes soaked and heavy, he snarls softly before stomping back to the car, whipping out a small blanket he usually keeps for you when you fall asleep. He wraps it in his hands before stepping back over to you and the turtle, scooping the small reptile in his hands and grumbling as he walks it over to the sidewalk, placing blanket and all on the concrete. The turtle squirms and writhes, but once it’s placed on the sidewalk, it quickly scuttles into the mud and grass and far from the road. In the background, you’re cheering and clapping your wet hands, and he’s choosing to ignore you.

He grits his teeth and turns to you, “car. Now.”

“What about the blanket-“

“Car. Now.”

You’re still smiling as you round back to the passenger side of the car, and he hates knowing that you know he’s not completely mad, more talk than anything else.

Little rat.

He get into the driver side of the car and blasts the heat in a meek attempt to get warm, his temples pounding and heart more than ready to just get the hell home.

But his thoughts come to a halt when your arms toss around his shoulders over the center console and kiss all along his neck and cheek and temple.

“My hero,” you coo, pecking softly. “Saving everyone and everything for me. You’re the best ever. My handsome and brave hero.”

“Sit down,” he grumbles, trying to fight the warmth in his face. You ignore him, continuing to hum out praises and loving words as he drives you both home, knowing full well that you both know he’s weak to your pleas and requests and it’s going to be far from the last time he does something like this for you.

Freak.

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bakugou katsuki is not a lovesick fool.

he’s better than that, he swears. he swears with his entire being. he’s not one of those down bad people who gets butterflies from the simplest of things.

but as he walks out of the shower, feeling refreshed and clean from his daily workout in the school’s gym, his phone dings with a notification on his nightstand.

normally, he mutes the damn thing with how often the group of extras (aka, his friends) blow up their shared group chat they forced him to join, but things have been different lately.

katsuki is clad in one of his famous black tank tops, paired with a loose pair of shorts of the same color. his towel rests around his neck as he grabs the device, fingers automatically tapping on the notification and taking him to the messages app.

when he sees who the text is from, he can’t even resist the grin thats tugs on the corners of his lips.

it’s from you. it’s blunt, no more than three letters, but it’s enough to have him fucking smiling.

you: wyd

his fingers tap away in order to reply, using one hand and the other to use an end of the towel draped over his shoulder to keep drying his damp hair.

bakugou: what do you want

okay—yeah. he’s curt and not answering your question. but it’s too late now; he already sent it.

the three pending dots that appear almost immediately that indicate you’re typing has him blinking at the small screen in faint surprise. you’re fast.

you: i couldnt find you in the commons area or the gym :(

oh, with the frowny face he could just picture the pout you were probably wearing on your lips right now. he responds.

bakugou: so you were trying to fucking stalk me?

you: no!! ofc not

bakugou: sounds like something a stalker would say

you: >:(

he snickers out loud at your banter and finishes drying his hair, flinging the towel towards the hamper in the corner of the room.

bakugou: to answer your question, i was in the gym actually. you probably just missed me leaving

you: aw man :(

katsuki can’t help but roll his eyes at your antics.

bakugou: you act like you didn’t see me in class today dummy

you: is it a crime that i want to see you outside of class?

when you say—or in this case, text—things like that, he isn’t too sure how to respond. it has him scowling, all flustered for no reason.

bakugou: yeah yeah

he’s sure his sarcastic tone can be heard even through his text. you simply send a smiley emoji in reply.

katsuki hesitates, his fingers hovering over the screen. and then he types.

bakugou: you can join me in gym tomorrow after class then if you wanna see me so bad

his breath stills when he sees those dots again.

you: ok!! it’s a date then yeah?

what? a what? his head is spinning just from reading your text. is he reading this right? you’re actually making a move on him? and then you’re already sending your next message, giving him no time to gather his thoughts and reply back.

you: good night katsuki!! 😘

oh.

he finds himself sliding down onto the floor right next to his bed, cheek resting on the side of the mattress. his knees curl to his chest as he stares at his phone, blushing like a madman.

“fuck.”

okay. maybe bakugou katsuki is a lovesick fool.

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forever1kay · 5 months

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don't cry . .

sukuna doesn't know what to do.

"what are you doin?" he mumbles to you, watching blobs of tears fall down your cheeks.

"stop please," his voice is gentle; his attempts of pushing your tears back into your eyes fail miserably. he resorts to wiping your tears away, but the spilling from your eyes don't stop. after numerous attempts of stopping your tears, he decides it's best to cover your eyes completely with his large hand, hoping to stop the flow. he keeps his hand placed on your face holding you tightly against himself, until he no longer feels the hics in your chest nor the sniffling from your nose.

"don't cry."

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forever1kay · 5 months

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pretty boy earth 1610 miles 745 words

Three gentle taps to the glass pane of your bedroom window alerted you of your frequent nighttime visitor, ten minutes to midnight, like always. Nose abruptly lifting from the book it was tucked in, you quickly set it off to the side on your duvet and smiled at the sight of Miles—still fully suited up where he stood on your fire escape as he gave you an excited wave. Seeing Spider-Man randomly pop up where you live would probably scare the life out of anyone, but you weren’t just ‘anyone’.

With a small grunt and an upwards pull of your window, you were soon face to face with the netted nylon mask of your city’s secret superhero—who wasn’t much of secret to you and your small room.

Miles immediately pulled his mask off so your lips could meet faster: his main focus, aside from the fact that it was thirty degrees out and he was losing feeling in his toes.

“Hey,” he pulled away from you with a smile that nearly rivaled yours, ducking down and climbing through to escape the prickly chill of the November night.

“Hi pretty boy, I missed you.”

He already had his hands on the bottom, ready to shut it when it’d rolled off your tongue like the simplest thing as you pounced back onto your bed. The window came to a screeching halt, literally, when he looked over his shoulder, eyes widened and blinking as if he’d misheard you. Seemingly unaware of the years you just shaved off his lifespan with those two little words, you glanced down at your book that’d flopped closed due to the movement of your mattress. “Damn, I lost my page.” you muttered with a frown.

“H-What?” Miles blinked, eyes remaining on you until he finally remembered to shut the window, softly, and quietly. “What’d you say?”

“I lost my page?” you repeated.

“Before that.”

You tilted your head at him, brows creased to match the confused look you wore. “I…missed you?” you laughed uncertainly, thumb and pointer finger riffling through the pages of your well-loved copy of Hunger Games: Catching Fire. It was a desperate attempt, really, trying to find where you’d left off. You were never one to dog-ear your pages.

“No, no,” He was facing you fully now, the small two strand twists he had in his hair shaking with his head when it moved from side to side. “The other thing.”

You looked away and at your poster clad wall, eyes squinted as they slowly landed on him again. Your voice, quieter than it was before, had a confused lilt to it when you answered again.

“…Hello?”

“Jesus fuc—” Miles nearly smacked his forehead, hands clasping together and pointing towards you instead. “Baby. What did you say after ‘hello’?”

You thought on it for a moment, relaying through the brief interaction. “Oh!” You sat up, calves tucked beneath your thighs and face brightened with an oncoming grin. “Pretty boy?”

“Yeah,” he scratched his head, eyes bouncing on and off your face and canines showing when his top lip raised into something of a shy smile. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Duh.” You scoffed, as if the answer were beyond obvious. Miles shook his head at you, a puff of air sounding from his nose in the form of amusement.

“Don’t think I’ve heard that one before. Boys aren’t usually called pretty, but I’ll take it.”

Slowly lowering himself, Miles let out an unpleasant groan when his hip touched the ground, far too young to have his joints aching the way they did. Laying down on your sherpa rug, he sprawled out on his back and let his eyes close, like he always did during his night visits. He’d stay for an hour or so, talk with you, get patched up if needed (which was rare), or sometimes take a power nap so he could swing the rest of the way back. And after surveying the city he knew better than to even think about touching your bed. In his outside clothes was bad enough, now his suit? Absolutely not. He was more than satisfied with the floor.

“Yeah, well I think you are.” Laying flat on your stomach, you pressed your cheek to your folded arms and marveled down at your exhausted boyfriend from the height of your bed. “Everything about you is pretty. Like your eyelashes? They’re gorgeous, and for what? It’s lowkey unfair.”

“Aight you’re draggin’ it.” he laughed.

“I’m serious!”

a/n: pretty boys >>>

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is this bad, probably, but take it and i shall go take a nap bc my hand is now healing and i am so happy-

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Katsuki Bakugou is rather..... erratic.

When people first meet him, and see his explosive personality, along with his common tendency to shut out people he doesn't like, they usually back away instantly sensing red flags.

You, however, did not back away and kept staying no matter how mean he was with you.

"Yo, Katsuki-Kun!" Your annoyingly cheerful voice came carrying up behind him, and he wanted to keep walking, and even his brain screamed at him to walk away, walk away from you, walk away from his stupid, stupid feelings.....

Actually, he didn't know what he was feeling.

But he stayed and stopped in his tracks turning to you, his crimson eyes flickering over to your messed-up ponytail and the way you tugged your skirt down to prevent it from getting tugged up in the wind. He didn't say anything and kept neutral almost... Calm look on his face. When you caught up to him, he slowed down his walk to stroll next to you, ignoring your questioning look towards him.

"...Are you okay Katsuki-kun?" You said, a comical look of worry almost hiding the real concern hidden underneath the mask. "You're actually not acting like an angry gre-" You started to say, but only to get met with a ridiculously hot scary side-eye. "Shut up nerd." He muttered under his breath and did a dramatic eye roll.

You huff, an indignant look on your face. "Rude. Anyways do you have the answers for last night's homework? I forgot to do it an-" You cursed midsentence and tugged the skirt down, an annoyed look in your eyes. "Chill out buddy boy, I'm wearing shorts." You said, a smirk crawling up your face when Bakugou abruptly turned away, successfully hiding a tint of red.

"But damn it's windy today." You cheerfully said, walking next to him. Bakugou scowled and gestured to your shirt. "Where is your coat dumbass?" You rolled your eyes at him. "That's a good question. Probably rotting in my laundry room, 'cause I forgot to put it in the dryer." Bakugou abruptly stopped, took off his backpack pack and thrust it into your arms.

"Oh, what am I now, a maid?" You said, scowling at him as he shrugged off his coat. He wrenched the backpack out of your grasp and tossed his coat in your face. "Use that." He muttered turning to continue walking forward. You blink, and quickly put it on, cursing as your backpack swings over one shoulder, and you quickly tie it around your waist (HAH- YOU WERE EXPECTING FOR YOU TO WEAR IT HUH?!) and run to catch up to Bakugou, the coat weighing down the skirt. (idk if that's how logic works but im lazy so bear with me, and my thumb is itching again, STUPID FREAKIN CAST-)

Bakugou kept walking but stalled in each step until you caught up with him. "Holy crap, I never seen you be so nice to me before! What happened to you?" Bakugou wrinkled his nose. "I'm nice, you stupid short stack." You stare at him for a good few seconds and because of that, you nearly walk into the stop sign. Bakugou casually reached out and harshly tugged you out of the way, ignoring your started yelp walked on your right side, his red eyes narrowing as a car vroomed past.

"Fuckin' asshats." He muttered under his breath, and you suspiciously stared at him. "Is the one and only Katsuki Bakugou starting to become friends with me?!" You said, giving such a dramatic gasp that you had to cough to get rid of the saliva now stuck in your throat. Bakugou rolled his eyes, "Shut up, sparkle shit. "

You cough a little more, a small giggle erupting out of your throat. "Sparkle shit? Out of all the nicknames, you chose sparkle shit?" You gave him your best-offended scowl, and Bakugou flicked your forehead. "Short stack, potato, nerd, roly-poly...." He said, a slight smirk making his way up his face. "Take it or leave it." You frown at him and roll your eyes. "You suck at making up nicknames."

Bakugou gave you a side eye in response. "Now nicknames for you! Kit-Kat, Boom-Boom Boi, ....oh wow your nicknames are tough. Think I'll stick with Kit-Kat for now!" Now it was Bakugou's turn to stare at you before he whipped his head away, scowling at the passersby knowing faces.

"Oh, this is my house, bye bye Kit-Kat!" You cheerfully said, waving at him and jogging down the pathway to your house. It was actually surprisingly close to Bakugou's and he sighed. "Whatever dumbass." He muttered. He walked one block before he realized what he had forgotten. Pulling out his phone, he tapped on a contact.

sparkle shit.✨ -give me back my coat tomorrow.

Putting his phone back, he unlocked the door to his house tossing away his shoes and stomping up the stairs. "STOP STOMPING SO LOUDLY YOUR GONNA WAKE YOUR FATHER UP!!" Mitsuki yelled. "HE'S ALREADY AWAKE 'CUZ YOUR SCREAMING OLD HAG!" He yelled back, and slammed the door shut to his room. A moment later his phone buzzed, and he unlocked it while setting his backpack on the chair.

You smirk at the message and shivered in the cold of your room. 'Oh, except I don't have anything that a long sleeve 'cuz it's in the dryer.' You snarkily said to yourself. Your eye caught on a certain jacket, and shrugged scooping it up and putting it on, slightly oversized and about to slip off your shoulder. You wrapped yourself around with blankets and typed back to Bakugou.

explosive kit-kat 💥🧡 -only if you give me the answers to tonight's homework

You scoff as five minutes pass, and he leaves you on read, and then a call comes through.

"Awwww, you missed me that much Kit-kat?" A scoff came on the other end of the line, and you could see his red eyes staring at you through the phone. A few rustles came through and then he sighed, taking out the homework.

"Shut the fuck up, sparkle shit."

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didn't know how to end this,(and also I dont think 'Sparkle Shit' was originally from me. If ya'll know who originally came up with the nickname can you please tell me, so i can tag the original person for that nickname concept?) and this is not edited but i hope you like it!

Have a good day/night!!

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Hiiii idk if you’re doing requests rn but I just ADORE how you write Izuku and katsuki like omg-

Anyways- my meds are causing me some crazy nightmares lately and I was wondering how they would handle you waking up from a nightmare???

If you don’t take requests then forget this ever happened :’)

Have a nice day byeeeeee!!!

NIGHTMARES you wake up in a start and wake them up in the process

with izuku & katsuki

notes guys i know ive been away for way too long im so sorry!!! :( i'm in the process of moving so it's stressful T-T thanks for the request, anon, hope those nightmares got/get better :( <3

it was so vivid. your mind sunk into an alternate reality that captured all your senses. you felt yourself spiraling deeper and deeper, faster and faster—

your body jolted upright with a breathless yell and a sharp gasp, the world stilling for a mere second...

and then you leaned over your knees, your lungs racing to catch up with your need for oxygen. your chest felt tight and you squeezed your eyes, remembering that your boyfriend was laying peacefully beside you.

you peeked to your side and found him staring right back—wide, bright eyes piercing into your own—sending a shock through your body.

IZUKU

"god, izuku, you scared me—" you sighed, your hand pressing on your stomach as if that would make the uneasy feeling disappear.

"i scared you?" he sat up further, scooching closer to your side. "you scared me, angel. are you okay? you're out of breath, honey. let's do it together, okay?"

you whimpered softly as you tried to follow his guide. izuku could tell you were in distress and it took everything to stop himself from overwhelming you with questions. he just laced his fingers with yours and squeezed.

"good job, honey." izuku praised you ever-so-softly, rubbing your back soothingly. "feeling a bit better?"

you nodded, frowning. "m'sorry for waking you—"

"angel." he whined, letting his eyes do all the talking. "don't do that! please, don't do that." he actually sounded offended.

you looked away from him, your throat hurting from holding back tears. "it's been happening all the time, though, and you need your rest. maybe i should take the guest room?" you were more talking to yourself than anything, but izuku refused to let you entertain such an idea.

izuku's shoulders slumped, the shock fading as drowsiness began to overtake him. he smiled lazily, fighting a yawn. "y/n, even if i knew you would wake me up every night for the rest of time, i'd still choose to be here beside you."

you turned to face him, the horror of your nightmare slowly fading to the back of your mind. "really?"

"really." he confirmed.

you smiled, letting your head rest on your knees as you stared at him lovingly.

the rustle of sheets and whistle of wind reminded the both of you that it was indeed the middle of the night. izuku tugged you closer by your waist, pulling you back onto the bed. he groaned softly, stretching a little before he relaxed against you. "did you wanna talk about it?"

you pursed your lips. curling into his embrace, you immediately felt warmer. "...not right now."

he kissed your forehead. "don't worry, i'll always be right here to protect you from anything your head throws at you. you just tell me and let me at 'em." he kissed you again before wrapping both arms around you.

his steady breathing and soft snores brought a fond smile to your face. you found yourself falling asleep despite the night's events.

KATSUKI

you both stared at each other for a good few seconds before you spoke up.

"sorry for waking you," you mumbled, still having trouble managing your breathing. you turned away from him, pressing your palms into your eyes.

"no," he whispered with a softness reserved for you only. "you didn't wake me."

you stared at him through the darkness and could see him so clearly. "katsuki—"

"shh, it's okay, baby." he gave you a soft smile, once again reassuring you. "come 'ere."

you sniffed as you inched closer. katsuki gently took your arm and pulled you the rest of the way right into his arms. his hand fell to your waist, tracing little shapes and lines as he allowed you time.

"wanna talk about it?" he asked.

you shook your head.

"okay." he squeezed your shoulder, kissing your cheek. he figured you'd tell him when you were ready—the last thing he wanted to do was stress you out even more. it was hard, not to get all the answers on what was bothering was you... it was in his nature to want to make all your problems go away. "what do you need?"

you hand wound around his torso, hugging him back. "um..." you shuddered as you breathed in. "just you."

he smiled against your skin. "yeah? promise you're not holding back on me?"

you giggled. "yes."

"cuz you know i'd do literally anything—"

you sat up slightly, turning to face him with a swat to his chest. your face burned and it was a struggle to recall the images of your nightmare. "katsuki! oh my god."

"what?" he scrunched his nose. his eyes never left you. "it's true."

you returned to your spot between his arm. "just you."

"whatever you say." he pressed his lips to your temple before he got comfy. he sighed. "goodnight, pretty. wake me when those stupid nightmares bug you again, okay?"

your heart fluttered and your smile grew out of your control. "okay."

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