I missed Katsuki ☹️☹️🩵
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The movie plays on in the background, but you’re feeling more than mischievous, unable to be settled in your desire to wreak havoc on katsuki’s life.
Your eyes wander to your man, who’s fixated on the film, fingers on autopilot as he feeds himself chips of Doritos, stuck in a focused loop that your find remarkably endearing.
Good thing you’re here to mess with that.
You glaze over your man with intent to bother him, set him into giving you attention that you’re desperately craving, only for your gaze to settle on his phone, resting on his thigh.
Your fingers crawl from your thigh onto his, slowly as to try and keep him from noticing.
This, of course, doesn’t work, and Katsuki immediately grabs the bag of chips up and out of your reach, “dude. I’ll fucking kill you.”
“What?” You giggle.
“I fucking asked you if you wanted something from 7/11, and you said no. Leave my snack alone, asshole.”
“Oh…” you begin. Then you smile at him, “I just wanted your phone,” you explain. With that, he looks you up and down, as if trying to find a lie and that you sincerely wanted a bite of his Doritos. When you quirk your brow expectantly, he’s quick to pass you his phone.
“Passcode is Denki’s birthday.”
“Why is it Denki’s birthday?”
“Because if it was my birthday or yours, people would be able to get into it,” he explains. “Use your brain, I know it’s hard for you sometimes.”
“Don’t be mean,” you whine; sure enough, when you type in the digits to Denki’s birthday, his phone clicks unlocked, revealing an alphabetical organization of apps. Behind it, his Lock Screen is a picture of you sleeping on his chest, and you smirk at him, “you taking pictures of me sleeping, freak?”
“It’s when I find you most tolerable.” He chuckles when you send him a swift smack to his chest, deeming it safe enough to open the bag of chips and plop one on his tongue. “What’re you looking for anyways?”
“You’re other bitches,” you hum.
He snickers, “my other bitches are your mood swings. And Kiri.”
“I don’t know- seems like things are getting serious between you and denks.”
“I wouldn’t piss on Denki if he was on fire.”
“You know you love him.”
“I love him because of you,” he grumbles. When you angle your head to press a kiss to his jawline, he grunts happily and pauses his eating, almost as if to not disturb you.
“Thank you for letting me into your phone,” you whisper, and he nods and lets out a soft ‘anytime,’ before tossing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, his free hand now feeding himself.
You sink your teeth into your lip as your eyes now wander to the bag resting on his lap, “… can I have a bite?”
“I FUCKING KNEW IT-“
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Man, I just saw that theory that the killer in True Detective s4 is Rust and I'm kind of scared. Cohle's mother showed up and his father, Travis, too. I'm really not liking the fourth season and it makes me angry that all the seasons are linked EXCEPT THE SECOND!.. but if Rustin Cohle turns out to be the fucking murderer I will hate season 4 for the rest of my life.
PS: Me if Rust Cohle turns out to be the murderer:
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Suna Kaiya kicks. Like a lot.
In your tummy, she kicks like you wouldn’t believe, far more than Akito ever did, and it fills you with so much excitement to know she’s happy, she’s healthy, and she’s excited to meet you both.
She’s moving more than usual today, and your hands come up to cradle your stomach, smiling down and letting your thumb soothe over it.
“Morning momma,” Rintaro says, and you smile as Akito sits happily perched on his dads shoulders.
“Morning, mumma!” Your six year old chirps, and you laugh at the duality of them. At the sight of your hands, two pairs of green eyes fall to your stomach, and two wide smiles grow. “Is Kaiya kicking?”
“She is bud,” you beam, moving to pour him a cup of juice as Rin sits him down at the table. “You wanna feel?”
“Yeah!” He says excitedly. With his juice you walk over to him, letting his tiny hands press against your swollen stomach, and he giggles at the feeling. “My baby sister is crazy!” He takes the juice from your hands and brings it to his mouth to sip.
“Rin, you are wanna come feel?” You ask, and he chuckles and shakes his head. He’s always loved your baby bump, loved the kicking of his babies that are growing inside of you, but lately, at his touch, Kaiya’s been kicking more furiously, roughly, and it’s taking its toll on your back.
He’s thrilled she’s already in tuned with his touch. But he hates the effect it has on you.
You roll your eyes, “Rintaro, Kaiya will always kick and hurt my back, you may as well feel her while she’s active and not resting.”
He gives you a small nod and a nervous sigh, stalking over to you and gently resting his hands on your belly. Instantly, the baby kicks at the warmth of his hands, but you’re sure to not pull a face or shift away while he does.
“She’s going crazy,” he laughs, looking at the bump fondly.
“Told you,” you say, gently carding a hand through his hair.
“Dang,” he chuckles, leaning over to kiss your head. “We really made that…”
“How?”
Both of your eyes widen and instantly dart to look at Akito, who’s cheeks are stained with strawberry juice and dark brown eyebrow quirked in interest.
“Uhh-“
“Time to get dressed!” You chirp, moving from Rintaro’s grip to meet your son, whose eyes are curved in confusion.
“But I haven’t had breakfast yet!”
“Breakfast in the living room today, whoo!” You quickly say, looking at Rin nervously who merely laughs at your distress, shaking his head before he starts making breakfast.
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oooo, imagine being smothered by your lover and them not caring about your pudgy stomach..!
➨ imagine feeling down in the slums about your belly and how it “ruins” your outfits, but your lover simply cannot have that ! your lover must ensure that their beautiful/handsome doll feels loved and comfortable in their own body.
➨ imagine your lover walking in on you staring into the mirror in your bedroom with a far away look. wishing, longing, hoping one day you’ll wake up and be in a brand new body.
“maybe i should cut ba-!”
➨ imagine your lover grabbing your waist from behind with the softest touch, as if - if they touched you with too much force you’d break.
when did they even enter the room?
maybe you were too spaced out..
➨imagine your lover telling you in the softest voice they can muster “i wish you could see yourself the way i see you.. you are perfect.” with a kiss to your forehead, down to the arch in your eyebrow, to the apples of your cheeks, and finally to your lips.
➨imagine your lover giving you the most tenderest hug after. one that makes you feel so comforted you never wanna pull away.
now, imagine your lover picking you up/gently leading you towards the bed..
for what though?
you tell me..
i never said how they smothered you; but you can decide for me,, can’t you?
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a.n; i haven’t been feeling too confident lately so i wrote this. i miss my man 😖 (delusional)
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