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LEE KNOW ✧ 自神 (스스로 ‘자’, 귀신 ‘신’) ending fairy

Seijoh 4 x JJK

With a life and death situation, would seijoh four sorcerer do what it takes to protect you?

hey pretty boy let’s get married

i’ll never get over this

MINHO LITERALLY TRIED TO ASK JISUNG IF HE LIKED HIM IN A ROMANTIC WAY

minho: do you…like me but like do you like me in that way or… jisung hella confused:……what sort of way should i like you hyung? what? minho completely flustered: ahhh so….i don’t really know *awkward laughing from both of them* minho: i know it but i don’t know how to actually express it *jisung bursts into a song and minho joins*

𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : months after ghosting your sugar daddy, lee know, he gives you a call. you answer. 

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: lee know x fem!reader

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 12.3k

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut, fluff, and angst || sugar daddy!au 

𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  reunion sex, soft dom!minho, (a lot of) teasing and sexual tension, edging, oral (female and male receiving), dirty talk, choking, praising, grinding, marking, hair pulling, (some) spanking, unprotected sex (always remember to stay safe!!!), creampie

a/n: oml ! i didn’t think it’ll be this long, but here we are! i tried to make the plot as coherent as possible. oh and, oh my god! this is my first time writing a blowjob scene heheh the whole fic is inspired by bruno mars’s new song of the same title! 

feedback is most definitely welcome!! i hope you enjoy, dear reader!

find my other works here. 

based on this request and @/lilixeu’s request (sorry this took so long!)

taglist: @lilixeu @moonlit-lixie @meow-minho @etherealeeknow @iwanttobangchan @bobateastay @kpopssuregi @twnklbb @cuokka @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms​

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random stray kids mv (6/?): 19 Video

𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

<3 warnings: swearing, my luv for seijoh four showing again, me slandering hiro 🥰

<3 things to know: usually my works set in the timeskip but this is set in highschool cause that’s prime seijoh four </3 and there’s nothing nsfw or anything so dw!!

<3 note: felt like i haven’t written or put anything out in so long so here <33 . reblogs are greatly appreciated

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.: makki spams the gc at ungodly hours of the night. always selfies but he’s holding the phone so you can see his bare ass in the mirror behind him. ‘accidentally’ sent a picture of his dick once

.: issei’s house is the house they always hang out/ sleepover at cause his mom loves them and doesn’t mind them being loud cause she’s never there at night cause of her job.

.: iwa gets pranked the most cause he’s a scaredy-cat and always claims ‘they didn’t get him’. every time.

.: oikawa gets ‘randomly picked’ to pay for their food when they go out but the other three just always decide to pick ‘kawa anyway without telling him.

.: the first time they went out to a nightclub every one got in but haji. all bc he was a few centimetres shorter than the others. it took half an hour of convincing the body gaurd to let him in, which he didn’t believe cause hiro n issei wouldn’t stop pissing themselves laughing the whole time.

.: only listen to queen, mötley crüe, ABBA and nicki when on road trips.

.: issei was the first one to get a car n one time they all snuck out at 3 am to drive to some mountain to watch the sunrise and got lost until 8 am.

.: issei n hiro ‘help’ haji flirt with girls bc he can’t do it himself for shit.

.: toru’s nephew like the others more than him

.: makki’s sister always tells the boys things she catches him doing.

.: they all ft nearly 4 times a week and they could be in stiches laughing together, then next thing, hiro has the phone propped up while taking a shit, issei’s showering with the curtain open 🤨, oikawa is cleaning his room while blasting nicki and iwa is trying not to get his ass beat by his mother who’s giving out bc he’s laughing so loud.

.: for toru’s 18th birthday they had a garden party cause it was summer and they didn’t expect to get that drunk. they ended up playing some shot board game that got them absolutely shit faced and they ended up sneaking out to the bar down the road while stumbling in the middle of the literal road singing and spent the next three hours doing karaoke before they went back home and they can’t even remember what happened between 7am and 4pm when they woke up.

.: issei is always stuck babysitting his siblings cause his moms working and can’t come out to them as much as he’d like to so they come to his house and help him.

.: went on a ‘boys holiday’ to ibiza when they all turned 19 and lets say they went for a week and only remember about 4 days of it.

.: oikawa was the only one who had a date to their third year prom thing. but he didn’t actually like her as much as he thought so decided to just go with the boys as the four of them and they have so many pictures to show how fun it was.

.: has game and movie nights at, again issei’s. they don’t like watching that many new movies so the ones they always watch are: all three of the hangovers, mamma mia!, white chicks, fast n furious, all the shreks, both bad boys and godzilla for haji.

.: plays multi player games on their play stations nearly every night and they all get in trouble for laughing so loud at 3 am cause of how shit hiro is.

.: personal hc moment <3: at a random sleepover they were just sitting talking about life and then hiro came out to them and they were all just like 😟. toru was like i knew already 🙄cause same. then they had a lil cute chat about relationships n shit <3

.: they all have atleast one piercing and get them together when they do. haji has both his lobes with just studs, toru has his helix and wears tiny hoops in his lobes, hiro has his double lobes, nose, helix and his rook (really wants his belly button but his father would crucify him & issei has his right lobe right helix, matching lil rook with hiro when they were drunk in ibiza <3, nose and his eyebrow. also sei’ n iwa got tattoos idcidc.

.: makki and issei facetime each other with just them two and have their speakers playing songs like “super freak, more than a woman and pretty woman” while they dance in their socks, boxers and white button ups.

.: issei is one of the only ones that can actually sing well and gets embarrassed whenever they bring up that one time they heard him singing “girls just wanna have fun”

.: on that note, they all know how to play an instrument cause they fancy school boys, iwa knows electric guitar and the saxophone, hiro also knows guitar and violin, ‘kawa plays piano n acoustic guitar and issei knows drums and bass.

.: they all cried when toru n haji had to move away for vb and uni. then 6 months later issei n hiro moved to tokyo together.

taglist : @yeagercore @kuroos-roosterhead @picklejuiceboba @chwlogy @koshiyoshibaby

he looks so good oh my god

V + LET’S BTS

oh my god

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

Pairing: Osamu x f!Reader, Atsumu

Angst

Warnings: fighting, screaming, cursing, mentions of cheating, Osamu being a major dick, grammar mistakes

A/N: why the fuck is Osamu so pathetic in this… he has done lost his damn mind. also this is only part one of the twins’ confrontation so there’s more, don’t worry. the mistress’s pov is the next chapter 👀.

His Covert Affair, Your Brewing Storms 

Day after day, Osamu was forced to watch as you put your things into boxes and carried them to his brother’s condo. Osamu dreaded going home every day to an almost empty house. The playpen that used to occupy the living room and your missing clothes in the once shared closet was a constant reminder that you weren’t coming back. Every time you walked out the door, you took pieces of his shattered heart with you. 

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i have a sort of fluffy idea, hopefully it translates right, how about some married au with iwaizumi? him and his s/o bicker sometimes and so on an outing with the other third years one day him and his s/o are bickering. how they react is up to you? thank u!!!

this CUTE i love husband iwa 

-

There was just something in the air. 

It was thick. And tense. And your friends, who sat across the table from you and your husband, had no clue what to do about it. 

However, you and Iwaizumi had yet to notice something was wrong. Maybe it was because you two were the cause of the tension. 

Hajime was more than excited to have a night out, eat a good meal, and drink as much alcohol as he wanted while he caught up with two friends. 

You, however, just couldn’t let him do that. 

“I don’t know if whiskey is a good idea, Hajime,” you warned him after Mattsukawa and Hanamaki had offered a round.  

“Why not?” he asked with a sigh, not even bothering to look up at you from the menu. 

“I’d rather not have to carry you home,” you told him. “Plus, it’s your turn to play designated driver - I heard they have good margaritas here.” 

You could almost hear him roll his eyes, but you paid no mind to it. Instead you looked up to the boys on the other side of the table; they had quite the long faces. 

“I’ll make it up to you by buying your first round!” 

After you told them that, their spirits were raised high. Until your and Iwa’s next conversation. 

“You’re not going to like that,” Hajime grumbled, in reference to what you had decided to order. 

“How do you know?” 

“Because I know you. And I know you’re pickier than you admit.” 

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. “You don’t know anything.” 

“Whatever, but I’m not trading with you when you don’t like it. You’ll be hungry later.” 

Your friends were… confused. Admittedly, all of you had been quite busy lately - you hadn’t seen each other in around 6 months. And neither of them remembered you two bickering this much. It made both of them feel awkward, because it didn’t seem like you or Iwa were happy to be together. 

When the food finally came around and you tried your meal, you desperately wanted to avoid admitting defeat - but it was no use. 

“You don’t like it, do you?” 

When you didn’t reply, Iwa picked up your plate and scooted his own over to you. 

“Iwa -” 

“Just shut up and eat,” he told you, his tone demanding and stern. You did what he told you to do - you’d be crazy not to. Even Hanamaki and Mattsun were encouraged to just shut up and eat their food - and down their drink. 

By then, the two were growing just as curious as they were concerned. They’d be really bummed if their two best friends decided to get a divorce - Hanamaki was determined to force you two into marriage counseling, if that’s what it came to. 

While you two were bickering again, over why you should’ve been the one to choose dessert rather than Hajime, Mattsun and Hanamaki shared a long, knowing look with each other. It was like they were trying to convince the other to ask the question they both wanted an answer to. 

Matsukawa would be the one to speak up. 

“I’m just saying, the brownie would have been better -” 

“Are you two okay?” 

At almost the same exact time, you and Iwa turned to face the duo and said, “What?” 

Mattsun looked over to Hanamaki, as if to tell him it was his turn to speak - so he did. 

“It’s just… you guys seem to be… arguing a lot more than usual.” 

“I dunno what you mean,” you said. 

“Do you think we’ve been arguing?” Iwa asked you. 

“No? What do we even have to argue over?” 

Hajime shrugged, and your answer only stressed your friends out even more. Mattsun was about to speak again, but the waitress with dessert interrupted him. 

The slice of cake she sat in front of you only made you look at your husband and pout. “I don’t even want it.” 

“More for me,” Iwa said, pulling the plate over to him, and you whined loudly. 

“You really do suck.” 

“This is what we’re talking about!” Matsukawa exclaimed - maybe a bit too loudly for a restaurant. 

He didn’t understand how you two didn’t see it. You both seemed so uptight with each other - you weren’t agreeing on anything, you couldn’t finish a conversation without one of you rolling your eyes. You didn’t seem okay. 

“What do you mean?” Iwa asks with a mouth full of cake, and both Makki and Matsukawa groan - it wasn’t even worth talking about. 

It didn’t matter, because Hajime was already looking away from them and over to you. “I see you eyeing my cake.” 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Try it,” he tells you, holding his fork with a bite of cake in front of your face. 

You don’t need him to tell you to eat cake twice - you happily ate it, and you can’t even try to pretend that you disliked it. 

Iwa wipes the crumbs from the corner of your mouth with his thumb before saying, “you can finish it, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” 

When he was gone you dug into the cake, and Mattsun wanted to take the chance to figure out how you really felt. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yep.” 

“You guys aren’t going through anything, are you?” 

“Mmm… nope.” 

“Are you sure?” he asks, leaning on the table to get closer to you. “You can tell us anything, Y/N. Be honest.” 

You were too busy eating the cake to really get into the conversation, but your friend’s serious tone threw you off. It was rare that he sounded so somber and genuine. 

“I… don’t know what I should say,” you said. “Me and Hajime are just like we’ve always been.” 

Honestly, Mattsun didn’t know if he could feel okay with that answer. He still felt like you were hiding something, like you two weren’t doing as well as you were trying to play off. He had no proof of that, after all. 

But he didn’t have the chance to press any further, because that’s when Iwaizumi came back. 

“I told you to finish it,” he said to you, referring to the cake. 

“I saved the last bite for you!” 

Iwaizumi smiled, for the first time that night that Mattsun and Hanamaki had seen. He let you feed him the final bite of the cake, his smile only widening. 

“So sweet,” he said. 

“Duh, it’s cake.” 

“I’m talking about you, idiot.” 

You laughed at him as his hand comfortably came to rest in your lap, cradling your thigh. You put your hand on his leg as well, squeezing it lovingly. 

“Have you guys had enough whiskey?” you ask. 

“I haven’t,” Iwa chimes in, and you chuckle. 

“We’re… probably good.” 

“Unless Iwaizumi wants to buy us another round!” 

“Ooh, if you’re buying, I’ll take one,” you said to your husband, and he scoffed as he draped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. 

“You’ve had two too many margaritas,” he said before pressing a kiss to your temple. “We should probably get home before you convince me to let you order more than you need.” 

“He’s no fun, is he?” you ask your friends, who both shake their heads. 

It’s as if the tension from before had completely faded away. Maybe they were reading things wrong - maybe they had just spent too long away from you two, and didn’t get the chance to see how your relationship had blossomed into this. 

But it was obvious that even if you might’ve been out of the honeymoon stage by now, and even if you bickered over everything without even realizing it, you were still in love - and that’s all your friends wanted for you two.

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hyunjin :: miroh @ mnet kingdom

tae is so pretty

haikyuu boys toxic traits pt.2

—characters; tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, bokuto koutarō.

warnings; cheating, gaslighting, manipulation, slight nsfw, mentions of sex, swearing/cussing.

—tooru oikawa

> he’s a cheater

> and he doesn’t even try and keep it a secret

> because he knows that you love him too much to leave him

+

tooru oikawa rolls onto the bed with a huff. the girl laying next to him huffs and pants, her cheeks flushed and her legs squeezed together.

“how was it?” he smirks, resting a hand on his cheek to look at her. his charismatic demeanour was enough to pull any girl, it was so hard to say no to him..

“amazing.” she breathes out, smiling, “thank you.”

“hey, it’s not a problem, cutie.” oikawa winks, flashing his pearly whites to her as he grins.

the handsome boy begins to stand and get dressed once more. slipping on his black t-shirt, black boxers and his grey sweatpants, he utters a quick goodbye to the girl and walks out the room. he grabs his bag from the couch, where he had thrown it a few hours earlier, and takes out his phone.

he rolls his eyes at how many notifications he has from you.

iMessage from: y/n

y/n: hi baby, what time are you gonna be home from the bar?

delivered: 21:36pm

y/n: baby?

delivered: 21:49pm

y/n: tooru, don’t ignore me.

delivered: 22:01pm

y/n: which slut are you with tonight, huh?

delivered: 22:13pm

y/n: fuck you

delivered: 22:16pm

you were so pathetic, he thought. he hated how clingy you were, it was so irritating. thank god he left his phone outside the room when he was fucking another girl, or else he would’ve screamed at you over call for interrupting his orgasm.

you were laying in bed back at your apartment, tears streaming down your face. you knew what tooru did when he wasn’t with you, it shattered your heart but you couldn’t change him. you would’ve dumped him months ago, you even tried to, but the thought of not being with him broke you even more than the idea of him cheating on you. you’d been together since the last year of high school, so 4 years. he’d always been a lady magnet, but you never expected him to cheat.

you loved him unconditional amounts, and you knew he didn’t feel the same. it really, really hurt, but he wasn’t going to change..

speaking of the devil, tooru oikawa walks through your bedroom door. he reeks of sweat, sex and another girls perfume.

great.

“hey.” oikawa says, licking his dry lips.

“hi.” you reply, your voice is quiet and feeble. you don’t feel like talking right now, your mind is racing and you feel like throwing up.

“you good?” he furrows his eyebrows, “you look ill.”

“i’m fine.” you spit back, bitterness laced in the way you spoke to him.

“you know you’re prettier when you don’t speak.” tooru laughs evilly, “the girl i just shagged was prettier, try to be like her.” he whispers, toying with your heart.

“why admit to cheating, oikawa?”

“‘cuz i know you’re not gonna do anything about it,” he scoffs, “you’re too dependent on me to leave. i could kill someone in front of you—even someone like your mother or father, and you wouldn’t do anything but confess your love for me. admit it, you’re obsessed with me and you’re such a pathetic little bitch that you can’t do anything for yourself.”

his words stung. it felt like someone was scraping away at your heart—ripping it to shreds. you knew what he said was somewhat right and that’s what hurt the most, his mean words were the truth. you couldn’t do anything for yourself and you were a pathetic little bitch.

tears well up in your eyes and some slip down your cheeks, you try to wipe them away before he sees, but you’re too late.

he laughs, walking towards the bathroom, “go on, cry for me, darling, don’t be shy now.”

—hajime iwaizumi

> he gaslights you.

> invalidates you

> always makes out your problems are stupid and you should stop “overreacting”

+

today was not a good day for you. it’s the one year anniversary since your brother passed away, he had passed in a car accident and it changed a lot in your family. you tried to stay positive for your mother and father, but today was just not the day. you’d spent half the day on your own sobbing.

you didn’t know where your boyfriend, hajime iwaizumi, was. maybe he was at the store, getting you something since he knew this day was tragic for you.

at 14:56pm, iwaizumi walks through the door to your apartment. he hears sobs from your bedroom, and he rolls his eyes. how annoying, he thinks. he walks into your room and sees you curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow that’s now soaked in tears.

“wallowing in sadness all day is not good for you, y’know.” he comments, placing his phone on the nightstand.

you don’t reply, only sniffle and hiccup.

“you’re being silly, if i say so myself.”

you shoot up, “silly? my brothers dead, iwa!” you snap, firing back after his rude words. if he said anymore, you’d do something you might regret.

“stop overreacting,” iwaizumi scoffs, “it was a year ago, get over it. you’re just being a hormonal woman, you on your period or something?”

you feel like hitting someone, someone being iwaizumi. but, you’re scared as to what he’ll do back, so you just get out of bed and shove past him.

“what? i didn’t even do anything wrong? you’re making such a big deal out of this.” hajime says, as his phone begins to ring. picking it up, he answers it and begins to talk, “hey, what’s up, shittykawa?”

as your boyfriend chats away to his best friend on the phone, you walk into the kitchen and get a drink of water.

iwaizumi comes in a few minutes later and wraps his arms around your waist, “stop overreacting, it upsets me and all you do lately is upset me. it’s not fair, y/n.”

you face him, “really?” you ask, confused, what could you have done that upset him? “what did i do?”

“you gave me attitude before and you’ve been isolating yourself from me, i miss the old y/n, i don’t know where she went but i want her back.”

“iwa..” you cup his face and kiss him gently, he kisses back slowly, the two of you hadn’t kissed in a while, and you had missed it. his hands trail down to the curve of your ass, and he cups it. your hands are in his hair as you make-out, lips sliding against each other and tongues rubbing together. it’s hot, the kiss, you haven’t had one like this in a while but you’re loving it.

iwaizumi’s lips move down to your neck and he sucks on the soft skin, creating purple marks down to your collarbones. the dark haired man picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. he walks back to the bedroom, with you sucking on his jaw as he goes.

the two of you had sex that night. extremely passionate, hot, loving sex that made your body ache the next morning. you had countless bruises on your hips; from where he held as you rode him, on your thighs; from where he held them wide open as he ate you out. you had hickeys on your jaw, neck, collarbones, tits, tummy and thighs, iwa went hard last night. you had hand prints on your ass, and your right cheek from where he spanked and slapped you, consensually of course.

iwa felt good too, surprisingly, he’d had sex with a pretty girl and he has his girlfriend “back”. she wasn’t crying anymore and acting like a whiny little bitch.

this is what iwa always does. he gaslights you, then turns it on himself—claiming you were the one in wrong, then you apologise and resort to sex to sort things out. it’s not healthy—it’s toxic, yet you can’t bring yourself to leave him. you don’t know why you haven’t left yet, it’s quite worrying how long you’ve endured this. but, despite iwa’s words, you love him, so so much. and he loves you,

right?

—bokuto koutarō

> he manipulates you

> and he does it well

> sort of a guilt tripper too

+

you’re laying in bed one night, scrolling through your phone before bed when a message from your boyfriend pops up.

bokuto: hey babe, wanna hang out tomorrow at 12?

seen: 22:56pm

fuck.

you couldn’t make it with your boyfriend. you had already arranged to meet with your mother who was visiting town, she was getting older and was travelling alone—you couldn’t blow her off, it would be rude and you wanted to make sure she was okay.

you hated telling people, especially your boyfriend, you couldn’t hang out with them; it made you feel guilty.

y/n: i’m sorry kou but i’m meeting my mum tomorrow, we’d planned this weeks ago and she’s travelling a long way..maybe another day? sorry again bubba :,(

seen: 23:01pm

bokuto doesn’t reply that night. nor does he text you in the morning like he usually does, not a single text or call. you’re quite somber when you’re with your mum, luckily she does most of the talking because your mind is racing and just filled with bokuto.

when you arrive home that late afternoon, around 17:34pm, bokuto has people over. kuroo, kenma, oikawa, iwazumi, akaashi, hinata, atsumu, osamu, suna, kageyama, and three girls who you didn’t know. one of which was sat extremely close to bokuto, her legs draped over his lap, and flirting with him so obviously. your heart stopped.

“oh, hey, y/n!” kuroo greets happily, grinning at you.

“hi,” you reply, softly smiling back at him, “are you all okay?”

the group replies, uttering that they’re good and thank you for asking. the girls exchange slightly confused looks with each other, a gesture that reminded of a petty thing high school kids used to do.

“i’m sorry to interrupt guys, i’m just gonna go to bed.” you say quietly, not wanting to stay any longer.

“oh, come on, stay! i’m sure your beloved would want you here. right?” atsumu turns to bokuto for confirmation.

bokuto doesn’t even spare you a glance, he just shrugs, “not really bothered.”

ouch.

bokuto always wanted you to hang out with him and his friends. you had no idea what you’d done to make him upset with you..once everyone had left you needed to question him on the subject.

you force a smile, “it’s okay guys, i’m really tired anyways.” they wish you goodbye as you walk into your bedroom, and shut the door.

later that night, when everyone had gone home and bokuto was finally alone with you and in bed, you decided to ask him what’s wrong.

“kou?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

he doesn’t move, or reply—just continues to scroll through his phone, his back facing you. your heart was pounding and you felt nervous for his reply.

“bokuto? i need to speak with you, please...”

he sighs, “what?” he snaps, attitude laced in his words.

“i’m not sure why you’re upset with me, but you’re being extremely strange. i’m not sure what i did but i’m sorry and i hope you can forgive me.” you smile, hoping he would forgive you.

“y/n, you know what you did. you fucking blew me off and i was all alone all day. the boys were busy today, but i was so sad and lonely that they had to come round. it’s not fair, you do this all the time.” he rants to you, making you feel incredibly guilty and upset.

he did this a lot. he’d ask you to do something, you were busy or couldn’t make it, and he’d be upset. so, “can we hang tomorrow?” really means, “hang out with me tomorrow, or i’ll be upset with you for the rest of the week.”

it was toxic, but you were blind and loved him too much that his toxicity was nothing but silly little moments of upset to you. nothing more, nothing less.

“oh, no! baby, i’m so sorry. i promise i’ll never blow you off again—oh i feel so bad!”

bokuto just nods sadly and cuddles up into your chest. you fall asleep in each other’s arms, you feeling happy that he forgave you, and bokuto grinning that he got you to apologise this time again.

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i apologise bokuto’s was absolute ass. i hate this one so much, i’ve been putting off finishing it for days. sorry it’s so bad guys :(

tags: @p0nponpurin @sukunasbiggestfan @belle643

dirty | kth (m)

Summary: Your more than eager boyfriend helps you relieve stress after a hard day at work - and what better place is there to do so than the shower?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship, pwp, fluff, literally mostly just… smut

warnings: explicit sexual content, soft dom!taehyung, dirty talk, handjob, marking/biting, fingering, praise kink, rough sex, shower sex, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill *thumbs up*), light choking, breast play, some pet names, teasing, orgasm delay, cockwarming kinda, tae is the bestest boyfriend! … i hope i didn’t forget anything haaa

word count: 2.4k (RID. WROTE. SMTH. SHORT!!)

a/n: i wasn’t going to post anything, really - but SOMEONE (*cough* @kookie-chimchim) practically urged me to write this. damn these horny moods. also, thank you @kithtaehyung​, my love, for being my beta, banner-maker, title-giver and for listening to my tae-breakdowns for the past few hours LMAO i love you looootts!! 💞 okay, so - here’s another taehyung-filth (and this guy is definitely getting a break now); i hope you guys enjoy!

MASTERLIST | WIPS

“A little more to the left?”

The man behind you registered your request, his large hands moving to the spot that he knew always hurt the most. And after experiencing one of the most demanding days in a long while, it was an understatement to say that you needed to relax.

When you’d arrived forty minutes ago, you were met with more than you’d ever expected: walking over the threshold, you immediately noticed the calming and pleasant scent of lit candles, the softness of lavender wafting into your direction. Going in further, you soon detected that Taehyung’s preparations didn’t end here - a plate of fresh Pasta Carbonara awaited you on the dinner table, still steaming hot and ready for you to consume, having you break out in the biggest smile that he’d seen in the last week.

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「 SMOKE OUT 」 MATSUKAWA ISSEI.

✉️ — can i request a thought i just had? cockwarming with mattsun while trying to roll a blunt and he warns that if it doesn’t come out perfect or if you drop any you won’t get to cum (but he’s making it so hard) ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs. ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

content warning: 18+ content including drug use, cock warming, mix of degradation + praise, high sex.

“Issei…” you whine softy. Yet again.

Your tongue pokes past your lips, running over your dry lips momentarily as you try to focus, while he hooks his chin over your shoulder.

He nuzzles his face against the curve of your jaw and the affectionate gesture only makes it harder for you to keep yourself together. You can’t help the way your cunt flutters and squeezes around his cock. Nor the way your fingers shake in their efforts to roll the blunt to perfection, per Issei’s request.

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mattsun x makki x reader; kissing lessons

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long, figured might as well post it haha. idk it was funny to write bc i love matsuhana & want to be besties with them so badly

“Dude, she was bawling and I only put the tip in!” Mattsun and Makki were currently exchanging stories from their oh so impressive sex lives.

“No..fucking way.” Makki’s mouth hung agape.

“Told her she could just suck my dick instead, but guess what sh...” Mattsun continued to indulge him, but you stopped listening.

You were always honored to witness the enlightening conversation that took place every time you hung out. Note the sarcasm. The only difference was, the conversations always centered around a new hookup.

You released a long and loud groan that caught their attention when you couldn’t block them out.

“You guys never shut up, do you?” You facepalmed. Their attention now shifted over to you.

“Hey, princess,” Mattsun started, “don’t get jealous we actually get action.” He slapped Makki’s chest and prompted the laughing.

You turned your head, shooting a sharp glare in their direction.

“I get action.” You barked. 

The two boys sarcastically nodded at your statement.

“Makki,” Mattsun eyed your shared best friend.

“Yeah, Mattsun?” Makki gleamed.

“Remind me the last time Y/N got some action.”

The peach-haired boy hummed for what felt like forever, running circles over his chin, pretending to think before he came to a sudden pause.

“Ahh.” Makki finally spoke. “Remember that boyfriend of hers in junior high?” He reminded him.

“Junior high!” Mattsun exclaimed at you, slapping a hand down on Makki’s shoulder. You only rolled your eyes.

“Does that even count though? They broke up after like two days.”

“Humor us, Y/N,” Your smug brute of a best friend smirked, “why did you break up after only two days?” You wanted to bite off the two digits Mattsun held in front of his face. The elbow he had on the kitchen island propped up his hand which held the weight of his big ol’ head. He was so amused, completely enjoying tormenting you.

“It’s really none of your business.” You spat. You couldn’t even call him an ex. Your body cringed at the memory of the breakup text you received from him. You weren’t bothered by his form of communication as much as you were the reason he decided to dump you after two days.

You heard Mattsun’s “Oooo” and that only meant he was going to provoke you.

“What? Did he hate the way you’d profusely sweat while holding his hand?”

You rolled your eyes even harder at him if that was possible.

“Or did he find out you were the worst kisser ever?”

Your body tensed up at those last set of words. And to your luck, it didn’t go unnoticed by thing 1 and thing 2. They also took notice of the way your hands tightened around the pillow you were holding.

“No...” Mattsun started,

“Way.” Makki finished. They looked between each other, then at you.

“W-what?” You stuttered, trying to register what they were thinking.

Only they didn’t answer you. Your two best friends only howled and broke into loud fits of laughter. You couldn’t believe you had given yourself away that easily. Stupid stupid body. Screw you, sympathetic nervous system!

You began to protest, mentioning that you were young and inexperienced, but your voice was overshadowed by the boisterous laughing. You huffed and dramatically crossed your arms and waited for them to be done laughing at your trauma. Could you even call it that? Yes, yes you could.

“Y/N probably kissed him like this.” Mattsun stuck out his tongue and messily emphasized the actions of what looked like a makeout. You turned your gaze to your second best friend.

“Maakkiii, please make him stop, puh-leaze!.” You begged him with your eyes.

Makki tried to stifle a laugh, but it was very apparent he himself was struggling very much. “Mattsun, knock it off.” He said in between laughs. Except Mattsun only continued, pretending to grope the air now. Makki’s laughter only boiled over. So much for his help.

You aggressively threw your head back into the couch, drowning your face into the pillow you held. You groaned into it. They were never going to let you live this down. Why didn’t you think to come up with a good lie, at the very least?

You were so busy groaning and scolding yourself that you hadn’t noticed Mattsun and Makki move from their spot in the kitchen until you felt the pillow on your face slowly being uncovered. You were greeted by a wide grinning Mattsun who sat to your right side. Makki sat on the other. They seemed to have collected themselves for the time being.

“Okay, I’m done.” Mattsun raised his hands in defeat. Makki nodded to confirm it was, indeed, true. You huffed air from your chest.

“We’re sure you’re a lot better now, Y/N.” Makki reassured you. And you were sure he’d be right--that’s if you hadn’t taken a vow to never kiss a guy after the day your little heart was shattered. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and chewed.

“Uh oh, Makki. Y/N’s doing that thing.” Mattsun glanced over at Makki. He shook his head disapprovingly.

“Y/N,” Makki spoke, “you only do that when you’re hiding something or when you’ve been caught red-handed. So which is it?”

“What? That’s so not tru—” You noticed the shared expression on their faces. It was one that called your bluff. “Okay, fine! I...never kissed anyone after him.” You softly whispered, eyes focused on your lap.

You heard a groan escape from Mattsun’s lips.

“Our sweet sweet innocent little Y/N. You know you could’ve just asked us for help.” He dragged a finger under your chin. You glanced up at him then at Makki.

“Yeah, we totally would’ve.”

“But y’know, It’s not too late to ask.” Mattsun spoke slowly. You glanced between him and Makki to make sure they weren’t pulling some joke on you. There was no sign of mischief.

“B-but we’re friends.” You brought to their attention. Makki only chuckled.

“And aren’t we supposed to help a friend in need?”

You hesitated but silently nodded.

“So go on, ask us.” Mattsun smirked. He couldn’t be serious...if his idea of helping was humiliation then he’s got it down. You glanced at Makki for aid, but he only mirrored Mattsun. Wow, he truly was no help today. You decided to swallow your pride.

“Could you guys,” You closed your eyes to block out their annoyingly eager expressions, “please help me?”

“How so?” Mattsun further asked. You shot your eyes open.

“MATSUKAWA ISSEI, I AM NOT GOING TO FORMALLY ASK YOU TO GIVE ME KISSING LESSONS!” You almost bit his head off. You heard Makki laughing to your left.

“I’m only teasing you, didn’t hafta pull out the full name, mom. So much for no formality.” Mattsun chuckled.

“Well, now that that’s that,” Makki clapped his hands. “how should we do this?” You had no idea, but were relieved when they began to talk amongst themselves, almost like you weren’t even there.

“Since I’m pretty well versed in this field, if I do say so myself, I think it’s only right I teach her first.” Mattsun declared.

You rolled your eyes. “We get it, Mattsun, you’re quite the bachelor.” It was Makki’s turn to chuckle.

“Well, go on, babe.” A chill ran down your spine at the new pet name Makki granted you. You felt Mattsun’s finger back under your chin. This time, he was closing the distance between your faces. He halted when your lips were only a centimeter apart.

“I’ll lead, you follow.” He whispered. You only hummed in affirmation, too flustered to say anything. Mattsun personally admired the nervousness that was written all over your face. It boosted his ego knowing it made you this uneasy to be so close to him.

You felt your breath hitch when Mattsun closed the gap between you. His lips claimed yours with warmth. You hummed into it. Mattsun softly gripped your chin, cueing you to part your lips as he had. That you did. You felt his teeth lightly bite at your bottom lip. “Pucker your lips a bit in between.” He advised you. His breath felt warm against your face. “Don’t think too much about it.” You did as he told you, matching his movements.

After a couple more times, it didn’t seem too bad. It was basically like a lip massage. You even felt your eyes flutter in pleasure. Were you supposed to like it this much, or was Mattsun really just good at this? Regardless, you didn’t care. You felt his warm hand cup your cheek, drawing you closer. You felt yourself ease up against it. 

You suddenly felt Mattsun’s teeth graze your lips. You shot your eyes open in confusion. He swiped his tongue across your lip before pulling away with a smirk.

“Not as bad as I thought. Maybe I’m just that good of a teacher.” Mattsun hyped himself. You only rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. “Only thing, make sure to show some more lovin’. Use your hands Y/N. We don’t bite that hard.” He winked.

“I think I might throw up.” You pretended to stick a finger down your throat.

“Glad you didn’t do it before. Now, go show Makki how well I taught you.” Mattsun ushered you to Makki who seemed to be breaking out of a trance.

“Y-yeah, that didn’t look bad at all.” He complimented, raising a thumb at you both. You sheepishly smiled, drawing your body closer to his. You felt slightly more confident after their feedback.

Facing Makki, you didn’t hesitate when you took possession of his lips. And he wasn’t shy in wrapping his hand around your waist, drawing your body even closer than you already began with. He had a passionate but eager way of caressing your lips with his. It had you wanting more and before you knew it, your hands were roaming his hair, pulling his head closer. You didn’t know what compelled you, but your tongue possessed a mind of its own, finding its way into Makki’s mouth. You could feel him smirk against your lips. His tongue claimed dominance in your mouth, pulling a mewl from you.

“M-more, Makki.” You sounded breathless. He fulfilled your wishes by reconnecting your lips. You explored his mouth, running your tongue under his, inside his walls, and reaching the roof of his mouth. You felt your throat grow tighter for some reason and as if on cue, Mattsun took it upon himself to separate you and Makki.

“Sheeesh Y/N, Makki’s not going anywhere, relax.” Mattsun laughed at your eagerness. “That was a whole makeout sesh!” You turned away from Makki to take a couple deep breaths. You didn’t know if your face was heating up from the lack of oxygen, or Mattsun’s words. All the while, you threw a pillow at his face—which he dodged. You cursed years of volleyball for his quick reaction. You seriously had no idea what took over you.

“Sorry, Makki.” You mumbled, refusing to look at him.

“Don’t you mean “m-more Makki?”” Mattsun had the smuggest grin on his face. He was so impressed with himself.

If looks could kill, Mattsun would be six feet under.

You sharply rose from your seat.

“I’m going home, I’m going home, and it’s all thanks to Matsukawa!” You announced distastefully.

“It’s cool, Y/N, that was actually pretty fun.” Makki chuckled, and it only made your face heat up all over again.

“And it’s unfair for you to leave before I get my turn at that.” Mattsun lifted his eyebrows up and down, the smug grin still entertaining his face.

You simply rolled your eyes before you sank back into the couch.

Hi! If you don't mind, can you do one where the hq boys are challenged by their s/o to see who can last the longest without kissing before giving in? There's a tiktok challenge of this where s/o is face to face w/ the boy and they just stare at each other before going in for the kiss. Or if you want, maybe they could do a bet for like a day or a week? I think atsumu, suna, and matsun would b good for this & anyone else you want to add! Pls & thank you! 🥺

HAIKYUU BOYS WITH TIKTOK TREND WHERE YOU SEE WHO KISSES THE OTHER FIRST

characters — miya atsumu, miya osamu, matsukawa issei, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime

a/n — warning ⚠️ whoops some got a little suggestive. aaaaaaaaaaa pls i’ve seen this trend heh, hope you enjoy & i did it justice bb <3 “babygirl” in mattsuns.

☾ ATSUMU really thought he’d completely win this trend, but when you were face to face to him he instantly found himself whining - leans into you in the hopes you’ll break so he can finally kiss you, his hand grabbing at your thighs as he squeezes the skin, eyes darting to your lips as he wets his - he’s so competitive but he also loves you, lasts the whole song but basically tackles you the second it ends, groans against your mouth as if he’s been staved for months “fuck baby, missed this.”

☾ OSAMU thought he’d completely win this trend except he does, he’s so deadpan the whole time - hands rubbing up and down your arm, smirking as you shudder, leans in dangerously close before sighing and pulling away he’s such a tease. if you manage to last the whole song he kisses you immediately after, an urgency to it that he’d managed to hide before pulling away with a shiteating grin and swollen lips “ya owe me dinner.”

☾ MATTSUN tease, he suggests this trend but he’s king of it, his soul purpose is to make you lose and oh god he tries. insists you do it from his lap, his hands running over your body as he grabs at your hips, smoothing over the skin as he smirks up at you, lips dangerously close to yours before he’s ghosting them over your neck, he knows exactly what he’s doing when you shudder over him “come on babygirl, not long now - unless you’re gonna quit hmm?”

☾ BOKUTO pls, he genuinely believes he could do it but when you’re face to face with him & he can’t kiss you? you swear you see a bead of sweat on his forehead, he’s whining and trying not to meet your gaze - definitely loses because he can’t hold back anymore and crashes his lips against yours, gets all sad because he wasn’t able to do it “baby you’re kisses are too sweet!! let’s try again.” tries like four times and the outcome is the same each time, so you now have multiple making out videos.

☾ IWAIZUMI just shrugs his shoulders and said he’d do it for you, get so pressed when you lean into tease him and ends up blushing - gets even angrier because he also doesn’t want to lose, just ends up bright red, pouting and mumbling under his breath about how dumb this is because he should be able to kiss his s/o, as soon as the timer is over he’s groaning into your mouth as his hand snakes around your neck.

#the amount of beauty he has (｡♥‿♥｡)

pls i luv this sm

✰genre: hurt/comfort

✰pairing: Deaf!Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

✰warnings: deaf/hard of hearing bakugou, mentions of blood in the beginning, injury, some angst, oral sex (fem and male receiving), unprotected sex

✰word count: 6.3k

✰A/N: thank you to @doinmybesthere for checking my trash grammar and making me laugh with her notes! and @cxnicalsweetheart and @dollfacedwithadirtymind for letting me pick their brains so i can accurately attempt to portray a deaf/hard of hearing character.

✰Words in italics are sign language

✰tag list: @natsuonii @okayeren @minninugget @trafalgar-temptress @zombieonna

I’ll Keep You Safe, You’ll Keep Me Warm

The first thing Katsuki notices when his head hits the ground is the high pitched ringing in his ears. It’s deafening, making him curl up and grab his head with a groan; the earth spins and bile rises in his throat. It’s louder than the pounding in his heart, louder than the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Ignoring the hot knife going through his head and the pain spreading down to his jaw, he tries to stand but not before stumbling back down; his world spinning as dust and debris settle around him. He’s terrified, everything around him lolling around as if he’s on the deck of a ship mid storm, carelessly thrown around by the waves. He feels nauseous, straining his eyes, attempting to keep his vision steady. The last thing he sees is Kiri running towards him, his mouth is moving but no words are coming out. His vision blurs and he feels himself sinking into darkness. ————————————————————————

When he wakes, the ugly shade of yellow they chose to paint the room he’s in practically slaps him in the face; the color reminds him far too much of old and peeled paintings haunting the hallways of the museums on grade school field trips. He takes a moment to look around, the trail of tubes sticking from his arm, the monitor showing the thin green line that tracks his heart silently. He feels heavy, trying to lift his head and shift his body in an effort to get more comfortable but the room spins and he holds back the acid rising in his stomach.

He jumps when he turns to the doctor at his side. He didn’t hear him knock or walk in. When Katsuki speaks up to greet him, he can’t hear his own voice. He can’t hear anything, can’t hear his own panicked sobs; can’t hear the words fumbling out of the doctor’s mouth as he thrashes in the hospital bed; can’t tell what the nurse is saying as she pushes a needle in his arm, making everything go black as he sinks again into sleep.



When he wakes up the doctor is at the foot of his bed, next to Kirishima. He can see their lips moving, but he can’t hear the words coming out. He grumbles out something, words that he’s not even sure are even spoken; the only acknowledgement that he spoke is Kirishima’s eyes flashing towards him, and the bob of the doctor’s adam's apple moving.

Kirishima stands close to him while he reads the note from the doctor, telling him he’s now deaf in his left ear permanently, and there’s a slim chance of his right ear healing but it’ll never be at complete hearing ability again.

Kirishima clasps his shoulder tightly as Katsuki processes this, the only thing running through his head: nothing will ever be the same again.

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You wrinkle your nose at the paper telling you that your newest student is Katsuki Bakugou, a pro-hero known for his stubborn pride and short temper. You love your job most days, and you already know as soon as you open the door that you have your work cut out for you. You stare at him, his arms crossed on his chest and a childish pout on his face. You can tell he knows you’re there, the way his jaw tightens as you slip your shoes off at the entrance of his apartment; he refuses to even glance at you, sinking impossibly deeper into the couch. You sigh, already hating being here, for extending the kindness of getting him groceries. You’ve dealt with cases similar to his, knowing that most people who are adjusting to a new way to life don’t eat.

You crouch in front of him, forcing yourself into his space. “Have you eaten, today?” You sign to him, tilt in your head as you look at him.

“Fuck you.” He bites at you, vermillion eyes flashing as his nostrils flare. You know he learned basic sign language at the hospital, but you didn’t think they’d teach him something so crass. You bite the inside of your cheek, holding back the urge to let him know he’s getting to you.

“I assume that’s a no.” You respond, pursing your lips as you stand. You grab the groceries you brought, making your way to the kitchen.

“What the hell are you doing?” He yells. His voice is loud, clumsy. He’s not used to speaking without hearing himself. He knows he’s too noisy, can feel the familiar rumble in his chest as he speaks; recognizes shouldn’t be yelling at you, that you’re just trying to help. But here you are, stuck teaching him how to maneuver and communicate a world without his hearing, and it’s much easier to yell at you than to face the fact that he might never hear again.

“Making you some food.” You look at him as if it’s obvious because to you it is. What else would you be doing in his kitchen, his refrigerator door open as you grab eggs out of it? He doesn’t say anything, just nods and stares straight ahead, pretending you’re not there anymore. You roll your eyes, searching his cabinets for a frying pan, preparing tamagoyaki for the two of you. When it’s done, you find two plates to put it on. They’re surprisingly pretty, eggshell blue with small waves detailing the outside.

You walk the two plates over to the table, catching Katuski’s attention with your movement. “Come eat.” You gesture at the food on the table.

“Not hungry.” He responds, turning around on the couch so he can’t see you.

You sigh, wondering when your job ever turned into babysitting. “Just come eat.” You respond exasperatedly, standing in front of him.

“Not hungry.” He signs more forcefully, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he looks at you as if you’re a nuisance.

You throw your hands up in the air exasperatedly, “Why are you doing this?” You’ve seen newly deaf people act like this before; you know that this change is hard, but can’t fathom why he would just want to stay like this. Why he would refuse to do anything to help himself, to make his way into the world and learn to communicate.

Katsuki says nothing, just avoids your gaze and stares out the window, his garnet eyes dark and dangerous as he forces his mind into a different world.

“Today you’re learning a new word.” You crouch again in front of him, attempting to take his hands in yours to guide him. He takes his hands back reflexively, sneering at you. It hurts you briefly and makes your eyes sting; you’ve only wanted to help him, you can’t consider yourself to be a good teacher if you don’t, despite how reluctant you were to come here. You sigh, standing up and asking him where the bathroom is. He gestures vaguely down the hall at you and you try not to run to it, wiping the sudden tears from your eyes as you lock the door.

When you come back from the bathroom Katsuki is at the table, using his chopsticks to push around half eaten tamagoyaki. He looks up briefly when you come in before looking back down at his food, his mouth set in a thin line. You realize that since he can’t hear, he probably kept staring until you returned. It makes you feel odd when you notice this, a strange warmth tugging at your heart; not sure of what to think of Katsuki waiting for you to come back. It makes you wonder, for a brief moment, if there’s more to him than anger issues and stubborn pride. You walk over and gently sit in the chair next to him, picking up your chopsticks to eat.

You can’t help but smile at him, can’t help the flicker of hope that grows in your chest that maybe his walls can crumble down eventually. He signs, almost making you drop your chopsticks. “What’s the new word?”

You hold your hands out, motioning for him to give you his. He stares at you for a moment, hesitant and distrusting before he reluctantly puts his hands in yours. Gently, you guide him through the motion of the word, letting go of him after a few times and signing it yourself as Katsuki clumsily follows along with you.

“What does this mean?” He asks, a confused expression on his face.

“Hero.” you spell out for him. He frowns, shifting his eyes back down to his food. Uncomfortable and reminiscent. You tap his shoulder, motioning for him to look at you. “You’re still a hero, Bakugou.” He doesn’t respond, just goes back to pushing food around on his plate, corners of his lips twitching downwards.

He nudges you after a few moments, his face twisted in an unreadable expression, still guarded in the way his eyes flicker towards you. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

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It’s not technically in your job description to clean your students apartment, but there’s something about Katsuki that makes you want to do this. Maybe it’s the constant look of sadness in his eyes, the way he’s always fumbling with his hands in his lap before he responds to you; the subtle effort he makes when you teach him. How defeat radiates off him in waves, suffocating you with him, and threatening to drown you both. It could be the way he almost looks eager this time when you walk in the door, before expertly hiding it behind a stony expression.

The dishes are piling up. It’s not a good learning environment, you tell yourself as you scrub at the plates; the hot water keeping your thoughts grounded. Katsuki went to his room as soon as you came in, leaving you alone.What else are you supposed to do with someone who clearly doesn’t want to learn? You might as well clean up his space, at least your time isn’t wasted doing this. Being productive, being helpful. You sigh through your nose, hyperfocusing on a stubborn spot that just refuses to come clean.

You jump slightly when you feel his warm hand on your shoulder, gently moving you. He picks up a towel, motioning with his hand to give him the wet plate. He dries it, setting it in the dish rack before extending his hand again towards you. You stay like this for a while, comfortable silence between the two of you as you both work together; cleaning up the dishes as if it can fix what’s happened to Katsuki. It won’t, you both know this, but you’re both okay with pretending. Okay with the game the both of you are playing. You put a spoon under the faucet, the water pressure too high and you get sprayed, soaking the front of your sweater.

You’re shocked when it happens, staring at the water soaking your sweater dumbly and cursing internally. You forget your irritation when you hear a noise. It’s warm and bubbling, and it feels like healing. It’s Katsuki’s laugh, a loud and boisterous sound you’ve never heard and it feels magical. Feels like a step in the right direction, feels like things are changing and you can’t help but laugh with him; your giggles starting out low and building into a full laugh, the both of you doubling over clutching your sides until tears leak from your eyes.

Before you leave, he tells you to call him Katsuki.

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“We’re going out today.” You tell Katsuki this morning. He looks at you irritatedly, but the curiosity in his eyes gives him away. A spark of who you imagine he used to be.

“What do you mean?” He responds, a questioning look on his face.

“I mean we’re getting out today. You’ve been cooped up too long. Let’s go somewhere else. There’s someone I want you to meet. It’s not far, we can walk there.” He stares at you, his resolve slightly crumbling at the insistence in your eyes. “Please?”

“Who the hell is so important that I have to go and meet them? Can’t they just come here?”

“Bakugou-“ You roll your eyes at him, irritation threatening to boil over and ruin today’s plans.

“And I told you to call me Katsuki, dammit.” He huffs.

“Katsuki,” You beg again, slightly stomping your foot. “please?”

He stares at you for a moment, trying to decide if this is still worth fighting. “Fine.”

It’s cold today -much colder than you realized as you walk down the street- Katsuki looks miserable, but at least warm; wrapped up in a scarf that covers half his face and a puffy jacket that matches his eyes. He catches you staring, noticing the red on your cheeks from the biting wind. “Dumbass, it’s cold out. Didn’t you bring a scarf or anything?”

You shake your head at him, wondering when he became so concerned for you. “The trains are warm, and not far from your apartment. The wind wasn’t as bad this morning so I dressed lighter today.”

He stops on the sidewalk, rolling his eyes as he takes off his scarf. You tilt your head, hands raising to ask him what he’s doing before he’s wrapping it tightly around your neck, making sure to cover the parts of your face the wind has started to chafe. His mouth is twisted in concentration, but his eyes are soft and full of concern. “Idiot.” He signs. “I’m freezing just looking at you.” You feel warm instantly. “You didn’t bring gloves either? Are you always this underdressed?” You can hear him sigh in frustration, holding out his arm. “Wrap your hand around my arm. I’ll keep you warm.”

“Thank you.” You tell him as you hook your hand around his arm, grateful that the scarf covers your smile and the heat that creeps up your face. “It’s not too much farther, just around the corner.” You nod in the direction as Katsuki starts to walk forward, rounding the corner in a companionable silence. You wonder if Katsuki hates the cold, if it limits his quirk. You make a mental note to ask him later, to teach him how to sign his hero name and the names of quirks.

You nudge him when you both find yourself in front of a small home. It’s quiet, a nondescript place that he probably would’ve never noticed. You walk up the cracked steps, knocking on the door. Fate itself is at work, when Kou opens it. He grins at you, his eyes growing to the size of saucers and his hands moving at an incredible pace when he sees Katsuki next to you. “Kou!” You laugh. “Slow down, and let us in. It’s cold out here.” He nods, moving out of the way so you both can enter the doorway, the warmth of the home enveloping your body.

Katsuki stares at the 7 year old, still trying to piece together why he’s here as he slips off his shoes. He watches you laugh with the boy, 2 sets of hands moving faster than he can comprehend.

He looks away when you catch him staring, his arms folding as if to ask you why he’s here. “Katsuki, this is my nephew, Kou. He’s deaf and you’re his favorite hero.” Hero. There’s that word again. It feels like something he lost his hold of; like he’s stuck watching as it sinks further and further away from him.

Kou looks at Katsuki awestruck, staring at him with big and expectant eyes. Katsuki waves at him, squatting on his haunches to be at eye level. Kou’s boldness disappears in that moment, taking to hiding behind your legs. You smile at him encouragingly, nodding your head towards Katsuki. “He’s still learning, Kou. Go slow.”

“I heard I was your favorite hero?” Katsuki asks him, the ghost of a smile playing at his lips; his face softening slightly, almost looking like the person that you used to see on tv broadcasts.

“Not was,” Kou responds indignantly, his eyes bright and excited as he grins at Katsuki, “you are my favorite hero. I wanna be a hero too.”

Katsuki realizes in this moment what your plan was all along. Is he going to tell this child, this kid that idolizes him, that Dynamite isn’t a hero anymore because he’s deaf? Is he going to put a limit on his dreams, tell him that heroes need to have all 5 senses to save someone, even though Katsuki believes that about himself. Vermillion eyes flash over to you and you squirm under his piercing gaze, not realizing that he would’ve pieced it together so quickly. You shrug slightly at him, finally meeting his eyes as if to dare him to answer.

“You can be anything you want to be, kid. No matter what.” Katsuki tells him firmly, believing it more for Kou than he does for himself.

Kou beams at him, as bright and blinding as the sun, soaking up Katsuki’s belief in him. “Do you really think so?”

Katsuki looks at you again, his face almost morphing into a grimace; brows furrowed and lips twisted in a frown. You feel bad for a moment, wondering if this is too much too soon. Wondering if you should’ve been the one to make Katsuki face this. Your heart stops when Katsuki’s hands start moving again, quieting all the doubt you had and watering the seed of hope in your chest.

“Yes, Kou. I really think so.”

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You broke a plate today.

It was an accident, of course. The plate was hot with the breakfast you had cooked for Katsuki, slipping effortlessly out of your grasp. What you didn’t realize, not until he stared at the plate broken and shattered on the floor, was he turned at the sound.

“You heard that?”

“Yes.” He nods, looking slightly out of breath, hope threatening to break through on his face. The doctor told him this might happen, told him that there’s an off chance of healing. He’s still scared of it though, scared of yet another change taking over his world and shattering him; scared of the flicker of warmth that grows in his chest, taking a hold of his throat like a noose.

“Your ear canal is healing.” You tell him dumbly, treading carefully and gauging his face for reaction.

“The doctor said this might happen. That my right ear could heal a little bit. I barely heard the crash, despite how loud it must’ve been.” His signs lazily, sloppily. His hands are shaking as he looks at you. Almost scared and helpless. He’s hoped for this, ached for months over this. But now it’s happening, a metaphorical rug being ripped out from underneath him again and now he’s unsure what to feel.

“Hey, whatever happens, happens. I’m still here to help you maneuver through the world.” You smile at him. It’s simple, carefree, as effortless and free as floating in a pool mid summer. He knows it’s true, that you mean it. There’s something so pure about the way you look at him, something that makes him feel less alone during a new beginning. Katsuki feels full of hope, an emotion he’s always considered dangerous. But it seems safer for him to feel when you’re feeling it with him.

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“Why are we here?” Katsuki asks you, his eyes camouflaged through garnet colored frames. It’s nice today, the first day that actually feels like spring and you practically dragged Katsuki to the beach, hoping that the news of his eardrum starting to heal would make him more open to going out.

“It’s nice out. And I haven’t been to the beach in a while.” You respond simply, peering at him from the corner of your eye. He looks unsure, his eyes moving from you to the waves that crash against the sand. Brutal and all consuming, dragging everything with it as it moves; too much like Katsuki, the way you feel him wash over you, all consuming and gently powerful. Despite working with Katsuki for a few months now, the intricacies of his mind are still a mystery to you. As unknown to you as the secrets at the bottom of the ocean, making you feel like something, as if you’re more than a void to fill.

“How’s Kou doing?” He asks you suddenly, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Good.” You tell him. Truthfully he’s never been better, constantly pretending to save you from villains, his dream of being a hero renewed thanks to Katsuki. “He’s been asking when he’ll get to see you again. He’s my nephew, but I think he likes you more than me.” Katsuki says nothing, just gives you a slight nod of his head in acknowledgement as he watches the sun turn once white clouds into beautiful sherbet shades of orange and pink.

“Can we go soon? I can’t hear anything, the waves are silent, despite my healing ear. What’s the point?” You hear him huff, the corners of his mouth threatening to turn into a frown.

You take a moment before responding, the setting sun reflecting on the ocean and threatening to blind you. There’s something about sunset that’s always captivated you, something magical about the way it holds the world in limbo.“There’s still the sun. The way sand feels on your body. The salty scent of the ocean. Hearing isn’t everything.” You bump into his shoulder with yours, making his focus snap to you again.“Will you go back to hero work?”

“You can hear the children screaming in the distance, but I can’t. Despite it not being too far. My ear is healing but tones are hard to differentiate. I have to focus on everything just to hear a sliver of what comes easily to you. How could I be a hero?” Katsuki’s mouth is in a thin line, his face setting into stone. “You’re so bright and hopeful, it’s almost naive. You really think I can do anything, do you?”

“Yes,” you respond simply. “I do.”

He doesn’t acknowledge your words, just frowns slightly. “I’ve been an ass lately. Hardly worth teaching.” You’re taken aback for a moment, wondering when Katsuki started to feel safe enough to show these sides of himself. Wondering if he knows how brightly he shines to you. He pushes his sunglasses up onto his head, his eyes looking like they’re on fire as the last rays of light hit them.

Your hand moves on its own accord, taking his gently. You’re surprised when he doesn’t move away or flinch. You stare at it, your fingers tracing the lines on his palm. “Never. Not if it’s you.” You mean it, truly. Hoping that maybe one day you’ll see all the layers of Bakugou Katsuki; the inner workings of his mind and the softness that lays underneath.

You both watch the sunset in silence, his hand never leaving yours.

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“I got you something.” You tell Katsuki when you enter his apartment that night, the gift delicately held in your hand. It’s a small flat box, wrapped with bright orange paper and tied with a black bow, keeping its contents secret and safe.

“Why?” He looks at you with a frown, his eyes staring at you intently.

“It’s nothing big,” You tell him, handing the small box to him with a smile. “It’s something just in case you ever go back to hero work. You get your hearing aids tomorrow. Maybe you’ll feel differently.”

He’s distrusting when he holds the box, his eyes hesitant as they flicker to yours. He cradles it in his hands for a moment, staring at it intently. “What if I never go back? What if I’m never ready?”

“That’s okay too.” You tell him, the corners of your lips turning upwards as you place your hand in his. He squeezes it once, twice before letting go, returning his focus to the box in his lap. He unwraps it gingerly, not even tearing the paper apart as he unwraps it. His face falls when he opens the box -it’s his hero mask, modified with strings down the sides to have attachable ear plugs- and you’re scared for a moment if he hates it. If this was an awful and painful idea, before both of his hands reach out to grab you and pull you tight to his chest. Your eyes water immediately, soft chuckle escaping your lips as you tuck your head under his chin.

“Are you hungry?” You ask, wiping away your own tears and pulling away from him.

“Yes.” He smiles at you. “Do you want help?”

“Absolutely.” You beam back at him, momentarily shocked at his willingness to help you.

You never knew that Katsuki would be so helpful in the kitchen, expertly dicing up vegetables with ease. It’s nice like this, companionable. Dangerously domestic as he places his hand on the small of your back to gently move you around.

“What kind of cheese is that?” He asks as he slices some carrots while you cut up pieces of cheese.

“Manchego. It’s a sheep cheese from Spain, one of my favorites.”

“Can I have some?”

“Of course.” You thinly slice a piece for him, holding it in between your thumb and index to him. You expect him to grab it from you but he doesn’t, opting instead to eat it out of your hand; his lips brushing against your fingers for a brief moment. You can’t help the warmth that rises to your face. When his half lidded eyes raise to meet yours, all you can do is blink owlishly at him before a grin slowly crawls over his face and you reflexively grin back at him. The both of you smiling at eachother, almost looking stupid and full of warmth. You’re the one that breaks eye contact first, returning your focus back to cutting slices of cheese and fruit.

You can’t help but wonder as you cut, your brow subconsciously furrowing as your lips press together in a hard line, at how sustainable this is, how you can keep teaching him as these feelings bubble up in your chest. Katsuki tugs on you by the belt loop in your jeans, breaking you out of your thoughts.

He kisses you, softly molding his lips with yours, warmth spreading down to your toes as he brings his hands up to entangle with your hair. You groan when he tugs on it, your mouth opening to give him the opportunity to slide his tongue in, gentle and exploring. When he pulls back, a little trail of saliva connecting the both of you, his eyes half lidded and blown with lust as he silently asks for more. You nod at him, half dragging him to his bedroom. It’s the first time you’ve been in here. It’s nice, the room is only occupied with a large bed and two barren nightstands. Your attention is brought back to him when he pulls you close by your hips, swallowing you in a desperate and hungry kiss. You sigh into his mouth, your hands pressed gently onto his chest and guiding him to the bed.

You feel clumsy and unpracticed when your hands unbutton his jeans, he has to help you, lifting his body to shimmy his pants down as you sink down to your knees, his cock springing out freely. It’s impressive, thick with veins running down the sides; his tip red and pretty as a bead of pre rolls off the top. He whines when you tease him with a gentle kitten lick across the tip, damn near looking like he’s going to cry. You take his cock in your mouth, fitting as much of his impressive girth as you can; your hand wrapping around what you can’t fit. You hollow your cheeks, and bop your head up and down as he throws his head back with a hiss, his hands moving into your hair with a low grunt as he bucks gently into your mouth. He shudders when your tongue traces his veins, his grip tightening in your hair almost painfully before he pulls you off of him.

He picks you up with one hand, unceremoniously throwing you onto the bed and crawling on all fours to you. “Please.” He begs, vermillion eyes soft and pleading. “Let me take care of you.” You nod, allowing his calloused hands to gently pull your panties down. He makes eye contact briefly before he laps at your folds, his tongue dipping into your soaked cunt and moving your essence around. His hand holds your hips in place, gentle yet firm as his tongue runs circles around your clit, the motion sending little jolts of electricity running through your body. He tentatively places two fingers inside your cunt, humming with satisfaction at how easily he’s able to slide them in, his fingers finding that perfect spot inside you so easily. It doesn’t take long for you to come undone around him; your toes curling in the sheets as you gasp, body spasming around his fingers. He sits up, looking almost smug as he wipes your essence of his face, a cocky smile you haven’t seen him don in a long while.

He lines his cock up with your entrance, pumping it with one hand as his eyes meet yours; silently asks for consent. You nod, wiggling your hips in an effort to entice him. He smiles softly, plunging into your aching pussy with a hiss. You both collide in that moment -his hand entangled in yours- the way every thrust in you he makes and your hips eagerly raising to meet his communicate every unspoken word held between you. He’s gentle, how much he cares for you being shown in every gasp and sigh that escapes from his lips, the low groans that come from deep in his chest when your hips meet his. How hungry he looks down at himself plunging back and forth into you. His pace quickens after a few moments, becoming eager and more hungry as his other hand entangles in your hair, pounding into you as he whimpers softly in your hair. When he cums, you cum with him, both of your bodies spasming and throbbing together in tandem. You both lay like this for a moment, Katsuki still inside you as you both catch your breath, never willing to break apart. You feel empty when he finally does, motioning for you to stay put when he leaves the room after carelessly throwing on some sweatpants. It takes you a moment to realize you hear a bath running. He comes back, gently stroking your brow and cradling you to his chest when he lifts you.

Katsuki treats you like porcelin when he sets you into the bath, noticing how your face relaxes as the heat envelopes you. He takes a rag, dunking it into the water to wet it and begins scrubbing at your skin, carefully washing away all the cum dried to your body. You tug at his shirt “Join me?”

You both know he’s not good at saying no to you, so he does; slipping off his clothing as you move forward to give him room to sit behind you. He pulls your back to his chest, continuing to scrub at you. He can feel your contented hums vibrating on his chest as he works, can smell the apple scented shampoo in your hair as he presses his cheek to yours. Your eyes are half lidded as he works his way down your arms, your chest and legs, using a touch so gentle it almost feels like a ghost is touching you. It’s amazing to you, all the small miracles that lead you to this moment, the little things that brought you here today. He plays with your hair, making a small braid as he hums some song only the two of you will ever know. You start to fall asleep, surrounded by him and the lingering warmth of the bath. Katsuki picks you up, gently cradling you in his arms like you’ll break as he lays you in his bed.

“I’m so glad to have you, Katsuki.” You say, your hands clumsy as sleep starts to take over you.

He knows you mean it, that you mean everything you tell him. He trusts you, even more than he even trusts himself. It’s terrifying to him for a moment, that he’s unknowingly placed so much of his heart in your hands but looking at you, your soft eyes and kind smile he knows he has nothing to be afraid of. He decides if he could keep one moment to last forever, it would be this one with you safe and delicate as Katsuki presses you into his ribcage; warm and comforted in between the creases of his skin. There’s a silent promise between the two of you in this moment: you’ll keep him safe, and he’ll keep you warm.

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“Are you ready?” You ask, searching his face for doubt. He swallows thickly and nods at you.

It’s overwhelming when your delicate hand flips the switch on his hearing aid. Everything is so loud to him, the worst type of crescendo reaching his ears; the squeals of children playing in the park, the agonizing barking of the dog across the street and the roar of cars driving by. It’s awful, something once familiar terrifying him and overwhelming him. He brings up a shaky hand, practically ripping it out of his ear as he takes deep breaths. He’s been dying to be the person he was before the accident, before his world sounded like everything was under water and he was sinking along with it. Katsuki hates this, hates this weak feeling in his stomach, the overwhelming sound plaguing his ears and threatening to make his head split from the brutal attack.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, grabbing both of his hands in yours as you search his eyes. You’ve never seen him so scared, he looks like a child leaving home for the first time. Terrified. Alone. Experiencing a world that moved on without him, a place that never went silent. You bring your hands up to his cheeks, gently coaxing him to look at you.

“It’s so loud.” He signs back to you clumsily, blinking fast to keep tears of frustration at bay. “Can we go somewhere quieter?” You nod at him, taking his hand and leading him into a patch of woods at the edge of the park. You trudge deeper with him, your hand clasped firmly in his until the sounds of the park are far away.

“Are you ready?” You ask, the hearing aid in your hand weighing the both of you down. It feels like the end of something and for some reason you’re scared too, scared of a world that’s loud with him.

He nods at you to put the hearing aid in, telling you with his eyes yet again he’s too scared to do it himself. You place it gingerly in his ear, shaky breaths escaping his lips when he feels your fingers. When you flip the switch, Katsuki feels like he’s finally coming up from water, like he can finally expand his lungs and breathe.

There’s so many sounds he never realized he’d forgotten; the sound of leaves crunching under your feet as you back away from him, the way the wind caresses the trees, and birds. God, he can’t remember the last time he was so happy to hear the sounds birds made, these sounds of nature that he took for granted everyday. He can hear cars rushing down the street, the giggles of children playing and the creak of the swings.

“How….how are you feeling?” You ask. It takes him a minute to realize that the voice he is hearing is yours, a voice he’s been so desperate to hear that sounds so much better than he’s ever imagined. He looks at you, your eyes full of water and he realizes that he was even able to hear your smile, the concern lacing your words as you watch him.

He opens his mouth to speak, feeling gravel in his throat when he tries to form words but he doesn’t know what to say. You watch him collapse, the sound of his knees hitting the floor of the woods sounding so loud and in this moment he’s never been more grateful for a breakdown. You hold him, collapsing with him as waves crash over him. Building and breaking down as he sobs against your chest. Making him feel safe, warm, comforted and most importantly whole. He clutches into your shirt until his knuckles turn white, holding onto you like he’ll sink without you, like you’re a lifesaver that’s been tossed to him in the middle of the sea. He’s a mess, sobbing into your shirt and muttering thank you, over and over again like a mantra, like he’s forgotten how to say anything else. As if you saved him, pieced him back together every time he broke apart but the reality is that he saved you as much as you saved him. You’re both broken people crashing into each other over and over again just looking for a hand to hold in a vast sea as waves threaten to drown you both. Maybe this is what you needed, what you both needed; to be washed over and broken, only for the waves to pull back so you can both piece yourself together.

“It’s okay, Katsuki.” You whisper into his hair, wiping your tears away with your sleeve. “I’m here.”

no thoughts just 6'3 huge intimidating papa wakatoshi pulling up to little toshi's school wearing a cow onesie while little toshi is dressed like a farmer beating everyone in the costume party

(190620) han, side effects

pls

minho fucking you n ur all senstive PLSKJSD minho makes brain go brrr

yes!! like!! he’s been fucking you for a while n you’re all sensitive and whining and you’re trying to shut your thighs n squirm away to take a lil break but he’s got a grip on you so you cant 😔 n plssdjfh minho holding ur thighs open so he can spit on his cock just to watch it drip before he rails u <3 n he keeps that stupid smirk on his face just bc he knows he’s the one making you feel good <33 yeah 😔

taehyung + ON performances

proud of what i just made

ik over here on Sems Diarie™️ we like to get rawed and that’s great but let’s talk about kissing 🥺 with fushiguro, I’d imagine if he and his partner were standing up he’d probably wrap his long ass arms around their waist (bonus points if they’re curvy/chubby!!), maybe lightly trail his fingers up their spine and sides lightly. OR if they’re on a bed, he’d link their fingers together and stare right in their eyes before kissing deeply. 🥺🥺🥺 I’m whoreknee for affection ok bye JDKSKSMS

oh 🥺 oh oh 🥺

please kissing is so romantic im in love-

something real pretty echoes in the background while you sit preen and dainty in megumi’s lap. blinks up at you in amazement, the way you melt under his fingers, how sometimes you shiver or jump ‘cause you’re a little ticklish. megumi devours all of it, wants you in his lap all the time. with the sun beaming through his window and the wind making you tuck yourself into him just a little closer.

runs his hands over your waist n squeezed gently every now n again. trails his fingertips up your spine. cups your face to bring you in closer. once you let him kiss you, there’s no going back for him—he’s hooked. and it’s so much more than kissing.

s’like your heart rates sync up. and your skin on his is so soft. don’t even get me started on how his eyes roll into the back of his head when you flick your tongue over his lip. making out with megumi is an act of professing love in and of itself. the way his long fingers tangle in your hair, the way he gently sways you in his lap with a big hand on your spine—it’s megumi’s way of whispering, don’t go, stay, need you, let me love you how you deserve.

Gojo Satoru in episodes 1-23

*After this Friday no more anime Gojo*