DROOLING I AM DROOLING

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

SYN | As the daughter of Duke Balon, you yearn for affection that isn’t born from greed. As a knight in training and a sucker for his childhood friend, Eijirou just wants to make you feel good.

CW |fem!reader, squire!eijirou, lady!y/n, soft dom!eijirou, praise, cunnilingus, natural redhead!eijirou, implied childhood friend!tetsu and eijirou, mutual pining, MINORS DNI! THIS BLOG IS 18+

WC | 2.7k 

AUTHORS NOTE |i’m back :)

this is how the fire starts. this is how we burn.

“MORNIN’ BESSIE,” Eijirou hums to the horse, kicking open the stall door with his heel. A hefty waft of what can only be described as animal rushes past him and his bucket of soapy water. With a sigh, the natural redhead picks up Bessie’s bridle to push the bit between her teeth, hooking the leather over her head. Eijirou walks her out of the stall and into the field, setting the bucket on the soft grass. He grabs the sponge to ring it out before finally slapping it on her back.

Eijirou’s been working for the Balon’s ever since he was a little boy. His hair was darker then. He was a scrawny kid, who didn’t understand half the world and what was in it and yet, had seen too much for his age. Upon turning seven, he, along with a few other commoners, were called upon by Lord Balon to fill the gaps dead men left during the Great Battle of Douaï. He’s much older now. His hair’s gone from dark brown to bright orange, and he’s a squire, so close to being a knight he tastes it. Many of the boys he came with lay rotting where they fell with swords in their bellies and their heads on mantles. Since their passing, Eijirou found his place among the other nobles. And…among you.

There’s a reason Eijirou washes the horses this early in the morn.

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rich bf nanami who gets physically upset when you won’t accept his gifts

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rich bf nanami who holds your girly hand bag with all sorts of keychains while you shop, and smiles at you sososooo brightly whenever you show him something cute

rich bf nanami who makes you try on everything you got and watches, and if he really likes what you’re wearing he goes ,”spin for me, baby,” . you swear you hear him mutter ‘my god’ when you do [SCREAMS]

rich bf nanami who barely even calls you your name anymore, opting for ‘baby’, ‘angel’ and [his favorite] ‘sweetheart’

rich bf nanami who never stops telling his parents about you- so when they meet you they already know you as ‘kento’s sweet friend’

rich bf nanami who makes sure his friends know that you’re not just anyone to him, and that if they ever talk badly about you he will find out, and he will confront them

rich bf nanami who would let you paint his nails, do his hair, anything bcus he just loves you so much and sees how happy you get when you do

rich bf nanami who looks at you with such admiration that everyone around you notices

rich bf nanami who is so insanely patient with you when you cry over anything small, when you become snappy, when you’re stressed because you deserve to be taken care of

bf nanami <<3333💕💕💕💕

has a breakdown about what a lonely life it is. goes for a walk with headphones in. purchases a beverage at the supermarket. you know how it goes

as a sleep-deprived nursing student, this makes me cry

⋆⁺₊⋆ OFF MY DESK — SATORU GOJO ✧

↺ synopsis: you've been studying for hours and hours on end, and satoru thinks you need a break

↺ details: gojo x reader. college au. reader is sleep deprived. established relationship. very self-indulgent bc reader is literally me rn.

↺ a/n: dedicated to everyone who should be doing something else rn besides scrolling on tumblr!

"why's it taking you so long?" satoru whines, walking over and wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind your chair. "you're my girlfriend, not—" he peers over your shoulder to glance at your laptop. "—professor yaga's!"

a drawn-out sigh slips through your lips as you finally tear your eyes away from the screen you had been staring at for what, four hours now?

"satoru, don't distract me," you mumble, closing your eyes and leaning back. you'd been staring at your laptop for so long now that the screen is swimming before your tired, strained eyes.

"c'mon, baby, i miss you," satoru pesters, poking your cheek playfully. "your work can wait, but i can't."

"you sure about that?" you mutter, flicking your laptop shut and stretching in your seat. maybe it would be good to take a break — then you could come back after half an hour and continue working with a refreshed brain.

so you exhale a long, long breath and swivel your chair around to face satoru. the last time you checked (four hours ago), he was napping on the couch, but as he stood in front of you, hair rumpled and with a lopsided grin, he looked more awake than ever.

especially compared to you.

satoru clicks his tongue a couple times when you look up at him and cups your face in his hands, cerulean eyes trailing all over your face.

"you haven't been sleeping lately," satoru says, shaking his head endearingly and rubbing the spot underneath your eyes with both his thumbs. when you open your mouth to tell him that you've been sleeping just fine, one of his hands moves from your cheek to your mouth, quieting you effectively.

"uh uh, i can tell when my girlfriend's lying to me," he tsks, leaning in close enough for you to count all of his snow-white eyelashes.

"and i can also tell when she isn't—getting—enough—sleep." he punctuates each word with a gentle flick to your forehead.

you try to protest, but satoru's hand is still firmly clamped over your mouth. "darling, you know i love that mouth of yours, but for my sake keep it shut, m'kay? listen to me."

there's a teasing lilt to his words, but his eyes are serious. "i need you to take a nap. right now."

now tired of the hand over your mouth, you bite it and smile smugly when satoru curses, shaking his hand in the air and glaring at you sullenly. "what was that for?!"

"satoru, i love you, but i'm fine. trust me, i'm used to this," you say assuredly, taking his hand in both of yours and looking up at him pleadingly. "i'll take a break for a little bit, but then i have to get back to studying, m'kay?"

well, apparently it's not okay with satoru. he spends the next five minutes rattling off the "scientifically backed negative impacts of a lack of sleep" (which he obviously just googled) as he tries and almost convinces you to just take a nap.

"even just a ten minute nap has been shown to drastically improve work performance!" satoru continues, looking at you earnestly and probably not realizing just how nerdy and adorable his tangent is making him look. 

"i'm serious! stop looking at me like that," he grumbles.

"like what?" you say innocently, a smile tugging at your dry lips. you run a finger over your bottom lip, inwardly cringing when you feel how rough it is.

"like you think i'm adorable," satoru says grouchily, fishing out some lip balm from his pocket and handing it to you right on cue. "dry lips aren't good for making out, baby. stay hydrated!"

as you run his lip balm over your own lips, you look up at him incredulously. "since when have you become the number one advocate for staying hydrated? what are you, a tiktoker?"

"i'm a very hot, not adorable, and very concerned boyfriend," satoru says simply, reaching out and ruffling your hair. 

he's too sweet—satoru has always been a good boyfriend. better than good, even. he's always more than willing to bring you drinks and take you out to cafés to study when you need to, and he somehow manages to deal with your sleep-deprived self, even on the days where you're practically falling asleep on your feet.

which is why you eventually give in to his demands for you to take a nap.

"wake me up in ten minutes," you say sternly, plopping down on the couch and resting your head in satoru's lap. "ten minutes, okay, satoru?"

your blue-eyed boyfriend only smiles and strokes your hair, ruffled hair falling into his eyes. "sweet dreams, love."

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six hours later, you wake up to satoru and his shit-eating grin.

"satoru, i said ten minutes!"

a/n: *sighs* why don't i have a bf like satoru to take care of me like this?

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please kiss me when you leave | k. bakugou

★ tags ; gn!reader, fluff, reader is a programmer (lol), making up, wee bit of angst, established relationship, arguing, reader is very chill and relaxed

★ wc ; 2.7k (idk either)

★ synopsis ; in the rare moments you and your boyfriend get in a spat, he thinks to himself how terrible it'd be to lose you.

★ a/n ; sorry about projecting on reader. it will happen again.

Katsuki fucked up.

Majorly. Inconceivably. Astronomically.

For the first time in his three year relationship, he's made a terrible mistake and the consequences are beginning to weigh on his conscious.

First things first, Katsuki is not a boyfriend who makes a lot of mistakes. Contrary to popular belief, his anger issues actually don't make dating difficult because his egoism and pride step-in first. If he's going to do anything, he's going to be the best at it. And anything getting in the way of that can respectfully, fuck off.

Despite some of the rockiness in the getting together stage of your relationship, when he finally made it official, things were as smooth as they could be. Before then was awful of course. Because vulnerability and love aren't things you can win at no matter how hard you try. Getting to boyfriend was like climbing a mountain naked.

But at the summit, all the snow cleared and Katsuki could finally rest easy. You met on the job when the Dynamight Agency signed a contract with you to make some technical software for them. You were the Senior Dev. responsible for it.

Truthfully, Katsuki hated you at first. For one, you were too non-chalant about all of it. It's a professional job but you showed up to work in the most unprofessional attire. To his credit your hygiene was decent but the workspace you and your team occupied was a mess. You had a bad diet, and an even worse sleep schedule.

You were a mess. Katsuki didn't like or respect you. He figures all tech people are freaks like that. All of the support engineers are nut-cases, so why would you be any different? But you were recommended to him by Deku who gushed about how smoothly everything was running with the new changes.

He didn't know anything about your job. And he didn't really understand it until he caught you half-falling asleep at your computer trying to finish something. It was probably the first time he came into the office and you were still there finishing up work - nearing 6am and clearly not having slept that he started to respect you a little.

From then on, his sense of responsibility for you grew. Mother hen tendencies and all. You and Katsuki are complete opposites in a lot of ways. Where he's hot-headed, you're relaxed. Where he's cold and calculating, you're strangely warm and sympathetic. Another shitty nerd in his life, he's fond of. Go figure.

It took him a long time to figure out his romantic feelings for you. The first work function you ever attended where you looked.. good. He felt it strike like an iron, a sense of dread overwhelming him as his heart fluttered at the sight of you.

("...You clean up decent." Katsuki stutters, trying to catch his breath.

You flash a smile that sends him reeling.

"Thanks, boss.")

From then on, through a series of mishaps and sad phone-calls - Katsuki managed to land the boyfriend position. And from there, your relationship has been considerably easy going.

A big reason for that is because you're much better with feelings than he is. You're reasonable about your own emotional affairs. In the many years Katsuki's tantrums might've caused a rift, you've handled him with care. Of course, he does his absolute best to accommodate you back. To support you, almost trying to make it up to you where he can.

But his mistakes have always been small, and petty. Even when they're bigger - you manage them like they're just small blips in the timeline. Gently and softly. You don't raise your voice even if he agitates you. It always works out. Katsuki tries very hard not to do anything that he would make you really angry.

In fact, he's never even seen you really angry. Maybe upset or annoyed, but angry? Once in his life if that. His friends and family often bestow you the title saint to which you always laugh but you are remarkably patient with him that he doesn't think it's undeserved.

So what happened last night was a a big fuck up on his part.

Last night, he came home from a long mission.

The only rule you have with Katsuki is that if something happens, you have to talk about it. This rule includes other rules, such as being able to delay said conversation for a better day and other veto privileges. But if something important happens, big or small - the other person has to know. That's law to abide by.

Last night, Katsuki came home from a long mission and he was exhausted. Nothing bad happened but his patience was running thin due to a series of unfortunate events and he wanted to come home and sleep. And he could feel the pressure of it starting to eat at him.

Everyone has tough days and this was his. Most of this could've been solved if he had just told you. If he had simply used the second rule to delay the conversation. You would've quietly slept next to him like you always did, no questions asked.

But he was tired and delirious and for some reason he decided to open his big fucking mouth. When you had very gently inquired about his mood, he immediately went silent. Then when you went and asked again, he snapped on you.

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth. He didn't mean any of it.

"God, can't you read the fucking room? Do I have to spell it out for you? I don't want to talk about it right now."

He felt it immediately. The once warm room filling with a cold tension. He couldn't even lift his head, too steeped in his anger to apologize right away. It was suffocating. How long you stood there, feet planted on the floor.

And then from above him, there was a shaky sigh and a thick voice. You were upset, obviously. Too much for words. In a terrifying turn of events - you didn't even get angry. He wishes you got angry and loud. That you could've fought this out.

But you didn't. Of course not. You just sighed, frustration teeming in your voice and said.

"Right. Find me when you want to talk. I'm gonna rest in the guest room."

Obviously trying to hold it in, you took your pillows and quietly went upstairs and slept in the guest room. And Katsuki sat there for god knows how long, regretting everything. He shouldn't have done that. He wanted to sleep next to you.

When the next morning rolled around, Katsuki wasn't expecting it to be brushed over. And it wasn't, not in the way you tried to pretend things were fine. You still set out warm towels for his shower. Made his protein shake and left it on the counter. Put his hero costume up on the couch for him to take.

And you still greeted him with a tired good morning. But he could tell that you weren't all there. It was awkward. Like there was a stranger in his house and not the person he's been in love with for the last 5 years.

Silent. He's so accustomed to your morning chattiness. Rambling about the dream you had, the movie you watched, the bugs in your code you fixed. All of it disappeared in an instant. You didn't kiss him when he left for work, pausing to blabber in between before kissing him again. Running to the train so you weren't late.

You just left. Told him you'd be working off-site for a bit and that it's your turn to make dinner. He should let you know what he wants to eat.

You stood at the door, obviously debating something and then left with a short side-hug and no kiss. No kiss. He hasn't not gotten a kiss before going to work in years. He's so hung up on it he can't believe it.

It was probably right there, kiss-less in his kitchen that he realize he fucked up beyond reasonably doubt. The feeling was awful, but you were already on your way to work before he could scramble to say something.

Katsuki is bad with apologies. It's not that he isn't sorry, but he tries his best to make up for all of his short-comings with his actions and hopes people can forgive him. That he can be a good enough person that the one, choked-out sorry can be enough of a fix and that the rest can be solved with his consistent remorse.

And he does apologize to you often enough, about small and trivial things. But this doesn't really feel small and trivial. It's the kind of fight that feels like a rift, maybe that he'd gotten too complacent. The terror sets in before the rational does and all Katsuki can think is that he has to make it up to you somehow. Somehow.

He doesn't have patrols today. The only thing on the agenda is meeting with Deku about a partnership program they want to create for new heroes. Only the two of them to discuss logistics.

He can't focus at all though. Fuck.

"Kacchan?"

Deku's voice cuts into his focus once it register. He looks up from the empty space he was peering into, suddenly aware of his surroundings. A scowl settles on his features, though he's not actually mad.

"What, nerd."

"You okay? You seem off." He replies, that concerned and overly-welcoming tone. His scowl deepens.

"Fuck off."

"So there is something," Deku concludes, in a way that makes Katsuki want to punch him square in the mouth "Is it Y/N?"

"Why the fuck do you know that?"

"Uhm. Well. You're doing your sad scowl and not your mad one. And normally you only really get sad about like 3 things. Y/N makes the most sense."

Katsuki makes a face of disgust.

"You're such a goddamn freak."

Deku smiles disarmingly.

"So what's up?"

"Fuck off with that therapist shit," He says first, then relents because of course "...Got in an argument. I fucked up pretty bad."

Katsuki relays the events with a sense of dread as Deku nods and listens empathetically like he always does. And Katsuki wants to crawl up in a fucking hole for even opening up, maybe a sign of his desperation.

"That bad?" Deku asks.

"Didn't get a kiss before they left and that hasn't happened in like 3 years."

"That's so sappy, Kacchan." Deku gushes.

"Shut up if you value your life." Katsuki says with no real heat behind. He watches the nerd think on it for a while, doing some analysis he cares fuck all about before snapping his fingers.

"Have you apologized yet?"

Katsuki grits his teeth. Deku sighs.

"Kacchan."

More silence.

"Kacchan."

"Fuck you, I already know okay! But I'm just.. so fucking anxious about it. Like I know it's not the end of the world, but it just feels so damn bad."

Deku smiles in that weird, loving way that Katsuki hates.

"That's because you care about them, Kacchan. It's gonna be fine."

"Gross."

Deku laughs again and Katsuki finds himself relieved just a little. Which he resents, of course. But it's better than feeling whatever he was feeling a few hours ago so he lets it be.

__

He spends the rest of the day coming up with an apology plan and seeing it through to the end. If he was gonna say sorry, he might as well go all out.

He calls in a florist shop first, sat at his desk and asking for whatever flowers are best apology flowers. Then he calls your favorite place to eat and makes sure he can get take-out hot for the drive home. At the end of his work day, he stops by to get some shitty balloons with sorry on them and even buys the ugliest teddy bear he can find at the store because he knows he would like it.

Then he drives home with a pit in his stomach, feeling terribly stupid and a little ridiculous for being so worried about it. Because he knows it probably will be fine, but he won't relax until he's home. Until he sees you and everything is fine again.

When he finally gets home and hauls ass with the assortment of Apology Gifts he's brought - he doesn't actually find you anywhere in the house.

He knows you're there though. Because your shoes are in the doorway and your bag is on the counter but he can't find you.

It occurs to him that your showering when he hears a god-awful tune that unburdens him just a little and he decides to hijack your shower. Because he thinks that apologizing like that will probably be a whole lot easier.

So, he steps into the shower and announces his presence. There's steam fogging everything up and he's still dressed in his work clothes. He can hear your humming come to a halt as he closes the door behind him and sits on the sink.

He feels fidgety. The warm room and the smell of your bodywash relax his nerves.

"Hey," He starts. You're silent but he can hear you scrubbing so he keeps going "Just got home. I brought food so,"

And it's still quiet. Your movements have softened and there's less of an echo. Katsuki frowns.

"Look, last night," He starts afain, then stops - closing his eyes and swallowing the pit forming in his stomach "What I said. I don't know what the fuck I was thinkin' I mean... I didn't mean any of that."

Still quiet, Katsuki sighs and bites his lip.

"And nothin' really happened. Just a long mission, undercover sucks and everything was going wrong and obviously I was pissed. Not at you, never at you - I shouldn't have—fuck me, I'm ramblin' aren't I?"

He looks up at the ceiling, glances at the door, then at the shower curtain.

"I'm really sorry, baby. Really fucking sorry. Been feeling shitty about it all day."

Before he can grovel anymore, the water turns off. All of a sudden, the curtain rips open and before he knows what to do with himself - he feels your hands on his neck. You're still half in the shower, naked and dripping and your hands are wet.

But you're pulling him into a kiss and Katsuki couldn't care less about the circumstances. The tension in his chest eases completely, melts away likes it nothing and he puts a hand on your wrist. He feels like he could cry. Fuck, what happened to him? Is this what love does to people? Make 'em feel stupid?

When you pull away, you give him an audacious grin. Pleased and warm and so full of love that he could rip apart at the seams just looking at it. All the affection in your gestures that he's grown so fond of rekindle and light him anew. He loves you so much it nearly hurts to look at you.

"You're such a worry wart, aren'tcha Kat?"

He kisses you one more time, thankful you won't point out his desperation.

"Shitty bastard."

"Get me my towel so I can kiss you properly."

"...I'll help dry you off." He says. Once again, you just smile with trembling lips like you want to giggle at him but don't. Even so, you do as he asks.

He grabs a towel and drys you off slowly and patiently. You smile at him the whole time before he grabs another one to wrap around you neat. Like you promise, you kiss him for a long time after. Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the blonde hairs on the back of his head.

"Thanks for saying sorry, baby." You say first before you coo at him "I forgive you. I'm not mad. I wasn't even mad this morning, just wanted to give you some space."

"...Even if you're pissed, kiss me before you leave," He mutters, embarrassment flooding his face "Please."

You snort.

"Promise, I will. I love you. You know that, right?"

He nods because he does, really always does. Deep down, despite the terror he feels at the idea you'll stop - he knows he loves you. But as everyday passes, he's faced with the reality that he loves you more. With an even heavier hand and much more force than he thought possible.

That corny shit people say about loving someone more everyday. He thinks he's starting to get it. At his own state, he laughs against your lips.

"Yeah I know. I love you too."

“i’ll make it fit” that line gets me every time🤰🤰🤰🤰

๑՞. AT NIGHT, THE BEASTS COME TO PLAY !

AFTER GETTING LOST IN THE FOREST, you find yourself in a hellhound’s den.

categories. my hero academia ─ bakugou katsuki ─ smut ─ 5.0k words.

contents. hellhound!bakugou, blood & violence, dead bodies, monster-fucking, bakugou is over seven-feet tall in his more humane form & sixteen feet tall in his animal form, size kink, biting kink, tummy bulge, cervix fucking, masochist!reader, cum play, clit slapping, unrealistic fucking, overstimulation, fingering, temperature play (bakugou’s body gets hotter), rough sex, manhandling, etc.

notes. here’s my entry for my own collaboration, 666: monster-lover/monster-fucker collab. also @poohbea shiesty deserves her ass to be ate for betaing this fic. yall see what i did there?? anyways, she’s really the best w beta reading.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

Your feet are bloodied and bruised, running barefoot deeper and deeper into the woods. The nightcrawlers continue to chase after you, the fresh blood from your aching feet providing them further motivation. Your motivation to keep running? Your precious life. Your breath is getting heavier, your body significantly weak. How long could you keep this up? Running for your life.

With your slowed pace the beasts should’ve long snatched you up, your body mauled into an unrecognizable state. Were they toying with you? Letting you tire yourself out before going in for the kill? Panicked and remorseful tears cascade down your face, joining the sweat and blood already painting the flushed skin. Why were you so stupid? Why did you have to take that fucking dare? Fein bravery to impress your so-called friends, prove to them you were worthy of their friendship. Those same friends who got you into this mess, who left you alone at the mercy of the ravenous shadow beasts.

You’re hoping that soon, you’ll find a way out. You’re hoping that there’s an end to this forest, but you’re going to learn that you’re trapped here. That once you enter, there is no turning back. I don’t wanna die, you repeat to yourself. I don’t wanna die.

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