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thinking about jerking aizawa off after a long day of teaching. cradling his head to your chest, your fingers in his hair and massaging his scalp and you languidly pump his cock, his thighs are twitching and his eye is lidded, so relaxed and melted into you

btw thinking about xry baby bunny girl who cries to her owner about everything her big old guard dog does

she's sniffling that "he tried to kiss my pussy" and her owner is coming and petting her, but also reminding her that "she's supposed to share her pussy with puppy"

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 5

TW: so much angst it’ll prolly hurt

You found it impossible to catch your breath as the night dragged on Katsuki only lingered closer and closer. If you went to the bar, he did too. When Mina pulled you on to the dance floor, he stood at its edge talking to a pretty Blonde- his eyes still on you as her hand playfully nudged his shoulder. It was suffocating, but intoxicating all the same.

Knowing his eyes were set on you and not the drop dead gorgeous woman begging for his attention made you feel alive. It was weird to suddenly want him to see you in a crowd of strangers, but it was also fun for you to purposely slip through the crowd and watch him impatiently look for you. Every time he’d find you again, his jaw would tighten and your grin would grow wider. This was fun.

“Hey! We’re probably heading out!” Mina calls, leaning closer to your bouncing frame so you could hear her over the chaos. “You staying again or you good to drive yourself home!?”

“I haven’t had anything to drink in a while, I can drive!” You had driven separately and had planned to drive yourself home anyway. Plus with Katsukis burning gaze, you figured even if you planned to leave with Mina he’d find a way to stop you. “This was so fun! We should go out again soon!”

The two of you part ways after you’ve left the dance floor, her boyfriend offering you a wave as they head toward the exit. Seeing the way his eyes soften and his smile beams down at her makes you wither in jealously. You hadn’t exactly been trying to fall in love, but the idea of it was still nice and you wished you had found it.

The city was buzzing as you entered the sidewalk, laughing friends and honking cars filling your ears as you make the short walk to the parking lot where you’d parked. Luckily Kirishima knew someone who’d saved you close parking spots so you didn’t have to walk the usual blocks to leave, something your aching feet were thankful for. Wearing heels wasn’t ever a smart option, it was just always the cutest.

“You better slow down before you trip!” The sound of Katsukis mocking comes from behind you, causing you to turn your head just as you reached for your door handle. He looked irritated, annoyed and godly approaching you in short, determined strides. “You had your fun, now let’s talk.”

His body settles in front of you, between your car and his you hadn’t noticed had been right beside yours. He must’ve done it on purpose, he’d been persistently trying to talk to you even before he showed up. It was probably his plan to trap you like this, seeing as a cocky smirk now played at his lips.

“No thanks.” The confidence you’d felt teasing him earlier vanishes, his closeness alone causing turmoil in your chest. “Have a nice night.”

“Can’t leave without your keys.” He laughs, holding his hand up to dangle the keys you now knew he’d taken from your purse at some point to ensure his plan would go according. “No keys if you don’t tell me what this issue is.”

“There is no issue.” You lie, hugging yourself to attempt to shield the exposed skin from the biting night air. “I’m gonna freeze, can you not do this?”

“Take my jacket and answer me.” Of course he’d thought out a solution to the only logical escape you could think of. He’s removing and offering you his zip up before you can even protest. “This cat and mouse shit you’ve been playing at all night isn’t as fun for me as it was for you.”

“No clue what you mean.” You shrug into the jacket, immediately letting his familiar scent calm your anxious thoughts. “I was dancing with my friend, you were staring at me like a creep.”

“Like I couldn’t tell you were doing it on purpose, I’ve know you for years. I’ve learned your tendencies fairly well- you were doing it to fuck with me.”

He wasn’t wrong, but you’d never admit he was right. It’s embarrassing how entertaining you found his constant watching and the growing irritation he didn’t even try to hide. Your dancing alone was enough to make any man stare, but the playful gleam in your eyes nearly brought Katsuki to his knees. Painfully.

“Whatever Kats, I need to get home.” More like wanted to desperately. His eyes stare into yours, his head tilting challengingly as you reach for your keys. His hand pulls back just as your fingertips brush the metal, earning a groan as you pull back. “Give me my damn keys!”

“Make me.”

It was a challenge, his eyes hardening as you reach again, stepping closer to try to get any sort of advantage. After a few missed swipes, your chests brush and he falters for a single second, his chest heaving as you finally snatch the keys. The moment the keys are in your hands, his hands find your back and pull you flush against him. Holding you in place to prevent you from running from the conversation like you had been all week.

“Tell me what I did so I can fix it.” The warmth from his palms has started an uprising in your stomach. Every butterfly known to man rejoicing eagerly. “The class? Those girls in your seat? Tell me, because I’m sick of the distant look in your eyes.”

“Kats-.” Your palms flatten against his chest for merely a second before the concrete below you rumbles softly. An earth quake? Shaking your head, you inhale deeply to finally come clean and hopefully settle the tension building between you. “When I stayed up that night I stayed at your place, I was planning on telling you I-.”

His grip tightens, your words cutting short as another soft ripple of vibration rattles below. Now!? Really!?

“Ignore it.” His brows were pulled together, his eyes locking with yours as your hand grips the fabric of his shirt to steady yourself from yet another rumble. “Continue, this conversation will be had before I handle what ever that is.”

“No, you should really go.” Especially considering the shaking ground below you was getting increasingly more unstable with every second that passed. “We can talk tomorrow, after you save the city.”

The echos of faint screams come from the distance, creating an eerie feeling that settles goosebumps across your skin. Still, his grip remained tight and his body made no effort to remove itself from yours. Could he really ignore whatever was happing simply because you’d wanted to speak to him days ago?

“You enjoyed it. Didn’t you? Getting all my attention and knowing your little game had been playing with my head.” One of his arm falls to place firmly against the hood of his car as you sway once again. The movement pulled you with it, your feet falling between his and giving him the perfect position to dip his head just enough to send shivers down your spine. “You loved being the center of my entire world in there. Knowing that I was ignoring that girl so I could keep my eyes on you and you alone. Please, tell me I’m wrong?”

“I-I don’t know, maybe.” You shove at his chest, hearing him vocalize exactly how you’d felt was embarrassing even though it had been obvious. With a foot of distance between you, you look in the direction the screams continue to flow from. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? You’ll have someone to keep you busy by tomorrow, will you not?”

He’d had an influx in dates recently, and now that you had come to terms with the way you felt it made you sick every time you thought about it. Not once but twice now had he not come home while you were at his place because of these random dates. You hated it, and with your spiteful accusation in the air you didn’t dare look in his direction.

“So, what? You expect me to stop seeing people because you’re finally available?” Now he was spitting spiteful words at you, returning the jealousy laced tone you’d just given him. “I’ve been waiting, you only seem to be single long enough for me to get my damn hopes up.”

What was he talking about? Had he felt like this longer than you had? You’d only just begun to realize your feelings, but his retort seemed to lift more ease off his shoulders like it’d been weighing him down far longer than you could’ve ever thought.

“Dynamite!” The unfamiliar voice calling his hero name seemed to snap him back to reality, his eyes widening as your body struggles to move away- give him space to deal with the man still calling for him from the other side of the parking lot. “Could use some extra hands!”

“I’ve got to go.” He clears his voice, refusing to look in your direction. “Get home safe, and forget what I said.”

“No, wait I-.” He ignores your pleasing, blasting off a few feet away and leaving your conversation half had. “Fuck.”

-

That night you sat in bed watching the news coverage of the fight he’d accidentally been called to. You could see he was moving slower, not able to put as much power into his blasts. You could decide if it was because he’d lent you his jacket, that you hugged tightly around yourself- or if he’d been so upset with your conversation he couldn’t concentrate.

Either way, you knew you were to blame and sent him a quick ‘I’m sorry’ that made your heart sink and tears fall. He’d blocked your number.

———

Happy Christmas Eve Eve!!

-Parchy 💖

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make it a double // hitoshi shinsou smau

when his favorite bartender finally decides to message him

EXTRA LESSONS!

midoriya izuku x pro-hero f ! reader ᯓ★ m—dni. smau / i love u teacher deku! / suggestive / no established relationship / sending very ‘private’ photos / i love an izuku that bites back :D

“hey sensei can u teach me anatomy?” and you’re basically flashing him and izuku’s losing all his sense of self.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : my hc is when u send something lewd to izuku he ends up in a frozen-like state staring into his phone till he gets too dizzy before he could respond again. still really respectful when he’s h word tho that’s his charm! 🥰

Made some art for the first time in aaaages!!

(Well, I made some other stuff recently, but it only just occurred to me to post it…)

Another vaguely Annihilation-themed stamp 🍂

Southern Reach rabbits going through the barrier 🐇

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part4

“What the hell are you chokin on?” Katsuki grumbles, his eyes still on the road in front of him.

“Nothing. I just- uhm.” Your hand extends the golden hoop so he can see what you’d reacted to, your free hand reaching to tuck you hair behind your ear as his eyes dart from your palm to your face. “This fell out of the mirror. It just surprised me.”

“Your own earring scared you?” Why did your stomach hurt realizing he knew it wasn’t yours but was trying to play it off as if he didn’t? It was obvious in the nervous jitter in his voice, like a child afraid to ask his mother for a cookie. “Didn’t know you-.”

“You know this isn’t mine.” Why did it matter that a girl was in his passanger seat and planted it for another girl to find? “Who ever you had in your car last is worried you’re cheating. That’s why women do this.”

“It’s not cheating, we aren’t dating.” His hand runs through his hair, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips as you tuck the jewelry back to where it had come from. “I didn’t even see her put that there.”

“I’m not sure how you’d like me to respond, so I’m just gonna say okay.” The thought of another girl sitting in Katsukis passanger seat had never bothered you before, but now it was hard to not feel betrayed. As long as you’d known him, he’d never given anyone rides, and even made a point to uber to and from the dates he’d go on to avoid doing so. “You gave her a ride?”

“Unfortunately. Her phone died while we were out and we drove to her place.” The nervous tapping of his thumb against his steering wheel made sweat begin to cover your spine. He’s always shared his stories (leaving out the obvious details) but this explanation felt different. “I haven’t seen her since and when you ditched me because of it I stopped replying to her messages.”

The dots come together in your head just as he turned into your apartments car park. This belonged to the girl that had texted you from him phone the night before he ditched you. He never came home that night because he was with her and couldn’t exactly take her to his house while you slept in his bed. Your chest was aching.

“I’ll walk from here.” You felt suddenly nauseous and didn’t want to ruin his car because you’d suddenly felt sick to your stomach knowing the correlation between the earring and his absence. “Thanks for the ride.”

He hadn’t even put the car in park but you were undoing your seat belt and reaching for the door handle. You needed air, and space to figure out while the hell your blood ran cold and your heart had felt pinched. Were you jealous?

No. Not when you’d been in and out of relationships and situationships since the two of you met and you’d never felt this unsettled knowing he’d been seeing someone. You were just angry earring girl is the reason he never showed up to talk to your students.

“No, wait.” His finger presses the door lock repeated, not allowing you to exit or get the space you needed. “I know you’re still pissed, and I don’t blame you. But she’s not the reason I didn’t go, so don’t get shitty over her when it’s all on me.”

“I just really need to get to bed.” You lie, trying to collect yourself as you smile falsely in his direction. He seemed worried, overwhelmed and completely unlike himself as he chews his bottom lip. “We’re good.”

-

It took a few more reassurance for him to finally ease up enough for you to exit his car, but it’s not like he was dropping you off. He followed you out of the car park and toward your front door while his hands shined into his pockets and emotion void of his face.

“I’m heading to bed, you know where the blankets are.” If he wanted to crash here, you wouldn’t stop him. You’d stayed at his place more times than you could count, so you’d ignore the thick uncomfortable tension to return the favor. “If you want to change I think you still have sweats in the laundry closet.”

“I’m not staying, I’m just not done talking.” He stands in the kitchen where you’d just poured yourself a glass of water, his keys landing on your small breakfast nook as you raise a brow in his direction. “I’m sorry. I fucked up and ditched something important to you because I couldn’t sort myself out. If I could go back and never even respond to her text that day I wouldn’t. It wasn’t worth it.”

“It is what it is.” Which is what you’d been telling yourself over and over every time you’d hurt yourself thinking about it. “I already told you were fine. I’ll text you in the morning and things can go back to normal.”

“I saw the way you looked at me when that damn earring fell, you’re upset.” He was right, you were upset but it wasn’t like you had any right to be. The two of you were friends- who’d shared a couple of drunk cuddles. Was that the reason you felt uneasy as he made his way closer? “Is it because she sat in your seat? I won’t let anyone sit there again, that way you don’t have to worry about it. Put your damn name on the dash if you want- just don’t ever look at me like that again.”

“What? No, I can’t make you banish everyone from your passenger seat- I was just surprised.” Which was partially true, never in a million years would you expect a woman to attempt to mark her territory in your best friend’s car. “Plus, you said you aren’t dating her it’s not like it’s gonna happen again.”

Your heart beat thumps in your jugular, watching Katsuki lean across from you and cross his arms. Had he always looked at you so softly? The scowl he notoriously wore was no where in site as your hands shove into your pockets nervously. You were uncomfortable being held by his gaze, and you knew it was obvious.

“If it upsets you like this, I promise you it won’t happen again.” You wanted nothing more for this unbearably awkward conversation to be over, so you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. “Don’t do that, it’s hard to con-.”

Loud knocks come from your front door, thankfully ending the conversation when Katsuki moves to see who was knocking. You follow behind him, seeing as it was your door being knocked on and not his. Unfortunately you had a decently good idea who was pounding on your door- and you knew it wasn’t going to end well.

“Why the fuck do you keep showing up?” Katsuki asks, swinging your door open to reveal Bryce, the man you’d broken things off with and been harassed by ever since. “She told you she’s done, now fuck off.”

“She’s just confused.” Bryce spits, attempting to shove past the two of you to enter your apartment. With one hard shove, Katsuki makes sure it doesn’t happen. “So what? You leave me for this prick?”

“We weren’t dating Bryce.” You explain calmly, grabbing Katsukis arm to pull him back. His chest was heaving and you could tell he was struggling to contain the anger he felt for his coworker standing in your hallway. “You wanted more and I told you no, I’m not seeing anyone else. I only said that to get you to back off. You’re acting insane, and if you don’t stop I’ll press charges and you can kiss your career goodbye.”

“He can kiss it goodbye regardless, he won’t be employed by the time he tries to clock in tomorrow.” Bryce’s jaw tenses, his eyes hardening as Katusukj drapes an arm over your shoulders. A shudder ripples through your body, enjoying his touch far too much. “If you won’t take her telling your sorry ass no as an answer, I’d be happy to make you understand it.”

“I’ll be back, you know I will. I love you, I’m not giving up on us.” Bryce calls, turning to leave. Katsukis grip tightens as the two of you watch him walk away. “I’ll never stop!”

“Go pack a few things, you’re not staying here.”

———

Yeah idk how to end this whoops.

-Parchy💖

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Ooh that post you made abt reader telling Kiri about her assault in more depth than she does Bakugo is so interesting! I'm so curious about what her motivations would be if she did do so.

I can imagine it being for a couple of reasons, my favorite being that it's almost a way for her to get back at redacted without having to directly face him. Like she doesn't love Kiri like she does Bakugo, so she doesn't care about hurting his feelings or upsetting him by unloading her trauma on him. She can see Kiri as a direct connection to redacted. It would hurt Kiri more than it would Bakugo to hear about the horrible things this man he's revered and based his whole hero persona off of has done. And hurting people (especially someone you view as an extension of your abuser) with all of the unresolved and unhealed trauma she has probably feels really good, as immature as that sounds.

At least it feels good in the moment. Until she has to hear from Bakugo how torn up Kirishima is about it. And until she has to see how hurt Bakugo is by the fact that she confided in his friend before him

Sorry this is so long and ramble-y lmao I’ve been v invested in the TikTok reader series

NO YOU'RE EXACRLY RIGHT THIS IS EHAT I WAS THINKING!!

its an act of violence. it's purposefully upsetting Kiri, partially to flex control over the situation, partially because hurting him feels good!!!

I still don't think she says a name, but she says something like.

"He had red hair. Just like yours. I see him in your face. In that glint in your eye.

"Do you want to hurt women too, Kirishima? Are you like him?'

BY THE BOOK : MIDORIYA IZUKU X READER

SUMMARY: When your pro hero boyfriend comes home to find you studying, he suddenly takes a great interest in helping out. You find his methods... questionable. TAGS/WARNINGS: nsft, hysterical literature (reading out loud while sexually stimulated), pro hero deku, deku still has ofa, support tech grad student reader, slight intelligence kink, gn + afab reader, cunnilingus, established relationship, aged up characters, fluff (3k) NOTES: Hi guys! I have been in survival mode as of late and the writing has been slow going; my sincerest apologies for how long it’s taking me to burn down my @ficsforgaza backlog. But I finally had the time & energy on my hands this weekend to work on this one and I had such a blast!! I hope I’m not too rusty–and if I am, I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it regardless lol. Love you and thank you always for your patience. Happy Holidays!!

Sometimes, you thought you could tell your boyfriend was near, even before you heard his key in the lock.

It was something to do with his power, you’d always suspected—as a support engineer unduly interested in other people’s capabilities, you’d spent hundreds of hours turning it over in your head. It was the unnatural immensity of other people’s powers, you thought, pulling and coiling just beneath the surface of Izuku’s skin. In close proximity, after prolonged use, its presence felt like a shiver up the back of your neck.

You felt the barest hint of it now, an unsettled feeling creeping into the marrow of your bones, and you sat up on the couch just as you heard the scratch of Izuku’s keys at the door.

One For All fit cleanly into Izuku’s own unwavering intensity somehow, like the last piece of his puzzle. Though one would certainly never think so looking at him as he spilled through the door, pink-cheeked from the cold, all bright eyes, sweetly angelic features, and a riot of wild green curls. He looked windswept from the biting winter breeze. He also looked too kind to be carrying the sort of power he did—too sweet and eager and lovely.

“Look what the wind blew in,” you grinned at him over the back of the couch, after assessing he was well. Your eyes tracked the sinuous movement of those broad shoulders as he yanked his mouthguard over his head, the flex and pull of his bicep as he hung it beside the door. He was moving without pause, no sign of injury or muscle strain , and his suit was intact. Ordinarily you didn’t mind if there was a bit of shredding about the abs as long as he came back to you whole and hale, but in the winter you didn’t like him wandering about risking the chance of frostbite.

Your heart fluttered when Izuku returned your smile with one of his own, so beautiful and bright, chasing away the cold he’d tracked in like a warm sliver of sun.

“Lots of small, easy fights today?” You guessed, judging from his intact suit but clear whiff of power about him.

Izuku scrubbed a hand through that riot of curls, exposing the reddened shell of a cold ear. “I only had to use blackwhip a couple of times,” he said as he shouldered the door closed behind him, the muscle of his thighs flexing enticingly as he stepped out of his boots.

You gestured at the pot of soup you’d left warming on the stove, and the veritable pile of crusty bread beside it. Warmth and carbs, exactly what you would have wanted if you were a pro hero fresh off a long day of patrolling in the snow.

Izuku’s eyes fixed on it with an obliging amount of interest, and he almost tripped over himself in the genkan in his haste to get to the kitchen. “I love you,” you heard him say, muffled through a mouthful of bread, heard the clatter of the silverware drawer and a bowl being placed on the counter.

You smiled and turned back to the book in your lap, a particularly dry, knotty text on robotic imitation learning that had had your eyes drifting closed for the better part of an hour. It was the last you’d need to get through for your Wearable Technologies graduate course, and something you were deeply interested in incorporating into your design practice. You could train a piece of equipment on how an individual pro hero moved and deployed their quirk, and use predictive modeling to deploy assistance functionalities within milliseconds if you got it right—such as immediate cooling in pro hero Shouto’s temperature vest the moment he ignited an arm.

The implementation was going to be so cool—but the theory was so mind numbing.

You felt the couch sink in beside your feet, and Izuku peered interestedly at the title in your lap.

“Introduction to Robotic Imitation Learning,” he echoed, and you could hear the note of excitement in his voice. You suppressed a fond smile, knowing he was already thinking through the same applications you had—he was just as much of a nerd as you were.

“Introduction to Snoozing and Napping,” you grumbled, turning back to your page. “There are only so many words on the Kalman filter framework a brain can handle before the human mind shuts itself down.”

Izuku hummed in interest around a spoonful of soup, propping himself up against your leg. The exterior of his suit was still cool from the outside, and he groaned with relief from the warmth of your skin, even as you hissed at the chill.

You knew he wanted you to go on, so you generalized for him. “It’s an algorithm used for robotic motion planning—you not only take measurements of the thing you want to model but you account for uncertainties to predict the probability that something is going to happen.”

Izuku nodded, taking another spoonful of soup, gesturing for you to go on.

You summoned up the willpower to explain joint probability distribution, pleased when Izuku easily managed to follow—he’d always been a quick study, especially of anything that could be employed in the service of heroics. You’d long thought if he hadn’t been gifted his quirk, he would be an insane support engineer.

He managed to finish his entire bowl of soup in the time it took you to explain, and housed another two slices of buttered bread with the sort of alacrity you’d only ever seen in pro heroes and professional athletes, making you smile while you spoke.

His spoon clinked softly against the edge of the bowl as he set them aside on the coffee table, and he hooked his chin over your knees as you finished explaining. In the setting sun from your windows he looked especially lovely, the kind, angular planes of his face brushed in gold, softening the spots of his freckles.

His eyes were especially bright, the way they always were when something in particular had caught his interest, and he smiled at you again over the tops of your knee caps.

“I admire how smart you are,” he told you, in the simple, straightforward way he always gave out compliments. It was like a shot to the heart every time, and you could feel your face warm with the praise even after years of receiving similar compliments.

You reflexively flapped a dismissive hand. “Not smart enough to have internalized it all! I have mostly been falling asleep to it,” you promised him.

He tilted his head, a green curl falling into his eyes. “I know you won’t have a problem when you’re awake.”

You shifted your legs with embarrassment, and a long fingered hand came up to cup the front of your thigh, as Izuku turned more fully towards you. You could feel the warm, hard planes of his chest against your shins, the line of his jumpsuit’s zipper pressing insistently just below your knee.

“Gotta try to impress you somehow,” you joked, your skin prickling as Izuku’s fingers absent-mindedly drew a pattern across your thigh. You could feel the heat of his hand through the thin material of the leggings you’d lounged around in all day, the chill finally chased away from his skin now that he’d come inside and warmed up.

“You do impress me,” he said in his soft, gentle tone. Which made your cheeks and nose burn hotter.

You knew you did, and the steady faith Izuku had in the people around him was one of your favorite things about him. It still made you feel like a middle schooler with a crush to think about, though, the intensity of your feelings too much for one body to handle.

“I will study hard to live up to your faith in me,” you promised, unable to help the goofy smile you knew you were giving him.

Izuku’s chin shifted against the tops of your knees, and he pressed his mouth to the knob of your left one, leaving a smiling kiss. “Tell me more?” he asked, fingers still sliding softly over your thigh.

“I’ll read it to you as I go, then,” you said, turning back to the brick of a tome, propping it up more firmly on your stomach as you adjusted yourself against the couch arm. Izuku’s eyes watched you over the top of the pages, that emerald gaze tracking your face closely.

“‘The algorithm works via a two-phase process: a prediction phase and an update phase’,” you began, trying to turn your attention away from Izuku and back to the text. “‘In the prediction phase, the Kalman filter produces estimates of the current state variables, including their uncertainties. Once the outcome of the next measurement (necessarily corrupted with some error, including random noise) is observed, these estimates are updated using a weighted average, with more weight given to estimates with greater certainty.’”

Izuku’s long fingers traced firmer lines across your thighs, almost like he was taking notes. He layered another kiss along the line of your knee, eyes glittering at you as you read.

“‘The algorithm is recursive,’” you continued, “‘It can operate in real time, using only the present input measurements and the state calculated previously and its uncertainty matrix; no additional past information is required.’”

You almost jumped as Izuku’s mouth trailed lower, into the space between your knees, leaving kisses along your inner thigh. His fingers gently pulled one thigh away to make space for him in between, and you cleared your throat, trying to return to the text at hand.

“‘Optimality of Kalman filtering assumes that errors have a normal–that is, Gaussian–distribution,’” you read on. “‘The following assumptions are made about random processes: Physical random phenomena may be thought of as due to primary random sources exciting dynamic systems. The primary sources are assumed to be independent gaussian random processes with zero mean; the dynamic systems will be linear.’”

Izuku let out a soft breath, insinuating himself further between your thighs. Your own breath came out a little uneven as he bent over you, mouth tracking dangerously towards the inseam of your leggings.

You paused, but Izuku fixed you with a look of his slightly-darkened eyes. “Please—keep reading,” he said, his tone a little lower than it had been a minute ago.

You swallowed in shocked understanding, skin tingling. You felt yourself nod, as Izuku’s fingers strayed to the waist of your pants, dipping below the band.

You let him slowly peel your leggings down, your underwear with them, adjusting as needed to make it easy for him, even as you tried to return your attention to your textbook.

“‘Regardless of Gaussianity, however, if the process and measurement covariances are known, then the Kalman filter is the best possible linear estimator in the minimum mean-square-error sense,’” you quoted, nearly squeaking when Izuku pressed his mouth to your hip, his curls tickling the skin of your belly. His hands gripped either side of your thighs, palms square and rough against your skin, and you tried not to shiver with the feeling.

“Um—‘Although there may be better nonlinear estimators’,” you said, then nearly jumped out of your skin when Izuku pressed his mouth to the core of you, only the strength of his grip stopping you from accidentally kicking him in surprise.

“Oh my g—uh! It—um—‘It is a common misconception perpetuated in the literature that the Kalman filter cannot be rigorously applied unless all noise processes are assumed to be Gaussian,’” you managed, before your cut off into a groan as Izuku layered a hot, sweet kiss over you, tongue dipping carefully between your folds. “Ah-–Izuku—”

Izuku petted a thumb gently over the top of your thigh to show he was listening, even as he swiped his tongue over you again, a long, firm stroke that had your thighs flexing in his hold. He laved over your clit, sucking ever so slightly, and your grip almost tore the edge of your textbooks as it tightened.

“Keep going,” he urged briefly, then did it again, punching a groan out of you.

“Extensions—oh—‘Extensions and generalizations of the method have also been developed, such as the extended Kalman filter and the unscented Kalman filter which work on nonlinear systems,’” you read on, voice shooting up nearly into a squeal when two of Izuku’s long, firm fingers pressed into you, as his mouth moved over you again.

“Ah! Oh my god—the—um, the basis—-” you said, breath growing short. Izuku’s fingers unerringly found the spot inside you that made you twist in his grip with the ease of long practice, and his jaw worked as he kissed you so shockingly filthily. You could feel something already starting to build up behind your navel, a fluttery lightness, an insatiable insistence on more.

“‘The basis a hidden Markov model—oh, fuck—such that the state space of the latent variables is continuous and all latent and observed variables have–ah!--Gaussian distributions,’’’ you recited, your voice tripping up further into a register that sounded more like begging than reading.

Izuku’s fingers worked you, long and thick and perfect inside you, as his tongue drew unrelenting circles around your clit. Stars seemed to spark in your vision, and your eyes squeezed shut, losing your place on the page as your hips flexed into his face. You felt suddenly very floaty and lightheaded, and not at all in a position to keep going.

Still, you tried to refocus your attention.

“‘K–Kalman filtering has been used successfully in—oh—multi-sensor fusion—ah, ah!--and distributed sensor networks–fuck, please, Izuku—to develop distributed or consensus Kalman f-filtering,’” you said, your tone nearly a cry.

Izuku groaned softly, sucking gently as his fingers curled inside you. It made your veins spark under your skin, your legs shaking in Izuku’s hands. You abandoned your grip on your book to seize the arm of the couch, clawing desperately at the fabric.

“Please, Izuku,” you cried, hips bucking towards his mouth.

The book tumbled off your stomach but you hardly noticed, gaze refocusing on the way his eyelashes fluttered as he licked you. His fingers played gently within you, a maddening press that was simultaneously too much and not enough, and his other hand came up to slide under your sweater, plucking gently at your nipple.

You lost yourself to the feeling—caught between the mind-melting curl of his fingers, the delicate suction of his mouth, and the careful pinch of your nipple. A delicious heat curled through you, waves of unbearable pleasure, and you could hear yourself babbling nonsense—garbled syllables of Izuku’s name, and every entreaty you could think of, a hundred thousands mores and oh pleases.

Izuku abandoned your nipple to pull you more firmly against him with a strong arm curled under your thigh, pressing you even harder into his mouth.

You muffled a scream in the sleeve of your sweater as he sucked you harder, tongue laving over you in loving strokes. Only his terrible strength held you down as you writhed beneath him, and then his fingers twisted in a way that had your vision whiting out—and you were suddenly thrown out over the edge of your pleasure.

Izuku licked you through it as you squirmed and begged and cried out his name, your climax seeming to last for eons.

You were panting hard when you finally slumped into the cushions of your couch, the ceiling seeming to swim in and out of focus before your eyes. When you gained enough control of your body again you looked down at Izuku, finding him watching you with a satisfied, almost shy curl to his mouth.

“You’re beautiful,” he told you, emerald gaze glittering with sincerity. “You’re so smart.”

Impossibly you felt your heart swell with even more love for him, and you seized his shoulder, dragging him up over you so you could kiss his mouth. The taste of yourself on him was embarrassing yet thrilling, and you petted a pleased hand through Izuku’s wild mess of curls as you kissed him.

“Well you are amazing,” you told him, swiping a thumb over his cheek fondly, smoothing over his freckles. A gorgeous watercolor of pink washed over his cheeks and nose at the proclamation, and you could hear his fingers flex in the cushion beside your head.

The sight of him flushed and waiting over you like another small something inside of you, like a pilot light, and you let your mouth pull into a wry grin.

“I hope you know I learned nothing though,” you said casually, your plan for your next steps already forming in your head. You let a hand trail carefully down Izuku’s flank, tracking towards his waist. “I think maybe I might need a few rounds for it to really sink in.”

Izuku’s ears went red against the green of his hair, and you felt your smile widen. “Maybe you could read it to me this time?” you asked, guiding him to roll under you, retrieving your book from the floor as you did so.

You settled yourself on the tops of Izuku’s thighs, feeling the hard press of him against your core, as you placed your textbook into his waiting hands.

Izuku’s answering smile was all the permission you needed. You directed him to start from the beginning of the chapter, and he did so in that soft, lilting tone of his you so loved. And then your fingers trailed up to the zipper at his collar.

It was time to return the favor—wholeheartedly.

REFERENCES: Kalman Filtering (Wikipedia) I took the passages our Reader recited from here because I do not actually understand Kalman filtering at all and could not organically come up with feasible text for her to read through. Sorry in advance to the author of this page lol.

bakugou “do it yourself—no—i’ll do it” katsuki.

In simple theory, you have your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, wrapped around your finger. And he can fight it all he wants, but it’s nothing if not the wholehearted truth.

“Hey, can you grab me some coffee?”

Bakugou didn’t even look up from his phone. “No. Get your own damn coffee.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically, turning your attention back to your work. You didn’t miss the way Bakugou grumbled under his breath as he stood up a few moments later. When he returned, he placed a steaming cup of coffee on your desk without a word.

You hid your smile behind the rim of the cup. “Thanks, Katsuki.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, glaring at you.

-

Later that afternoon, you two were sparring in the gym in the comfort of your home—courtesy to your husband insisting that it’s a non-negotiable when arranging the first designs of your dream home together. You were struggling to move one of the heavier training dummies back into its original position, and once again you had the brilliant idea of putting your theory to the test.

What’s the point of having a husband if he doesn’t let you do things like these?

You let out an exaggerated sigh and turned to Bakugou, who was wiping sweat from his brow. For a moment, you forgot what you were about to say—momentarily distracted by how good he looks, muscles glistening and all with his signature black tank top.

Goddamn, you scored a hottie.

“Katsuki, help me move this,” you called, pointing at the dummy.

“No way,” he shot back immediately. “You’re the one who moved it there, so you deal with it.”

“Fine,” you sighed, turning back to the dummy and giving it an exaggerated shove. Before you could try again, Bakugou had stormed over, cursing at the dummy under his breath. He grabbed the dummy with one hand and effortlessly dragged it back into place.

“There. Happy now?” he grunted.

Oh, so it could be resist, then actually do it, or refuse while doing it anyway.

You smiled. “Very. Thanks, Katsuki.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his ears slightly tinged with pink.

-

By the end of the week, it had become a game for you. You’d ask for the simplest things, knowing full well that Bakugou would always refuse—only to do it anyway. Maybe it’s his love language to refuse but comply nevertheless.

“Can you pass me the remote?”

“No. Use your legs.” Hands it over.

“Can you open this jar for me?”

“Do it yourself.” Opens it in one twist.

“Can you get groceries on your way home?”

“Fuck no.” What do you mean he’s already loading the grocery bags in his car?

“Can you carry my bag for a second?”

“Die. I’m not your damn pack mule.” Carries it all the way home.

-

One evening, you two were sitting on the couch of your home, eating takeout and watching a movie. You were cuddled up with a freshly ironed blanket—thanks to Bakugou, who had done the laundry yesterday while you did the ironing when everything had dried enough—poking at your food lazily. You turned to Bakugou, your head resting on the couch cushion.

“Hey, can you grab me some water?” you asked with a sweet smile.

Bakugou glared at you, pausing mid-bite, his usual scowl in place. “No. You’ve got legs. Use ‘em.”

“Okay,” you said simply, turning your attention back to the movie.

You decided that you’ll get water once you finish this specific scene.

Bakugou lasted all of five minutes before he let out a loud groan, stomping to the kitchen and returning with a glass of water. He shoved it into your hands, his expression equal parts annoyed and resigned.

“There,” he grumbled. “Happy now?”

You took the glass with a smug grin. “Thanks, Katsuki. You’re the best.”

He sank back onto the couch, crossing his arms and glaring at the screen. “You’re so damn annoying.”

“You love me,” you said teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, his ears turning red. But he didn’t deny it.

“Married me, too. So I don’t think you mind at all.”

“Die.”

“‘til death do we part, Kats.”

And despite all his protests, you knew the truth. Katsuki Bakugou might have sworn you’d never have him wrapped around your finger, but with every little thing he did for you—grudgingly or not—you knew you had your conclusion.

Even if it’s a little bit.

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ok not to drastically change topics. but bunny hybrid who hates the dog hybrid her owner also owns until she gets knotted for the first time

hawks nesting instincts go soooo crazy when you’re in his house wearing his close all fed and content and sated he gets soooo weird

Fang... fang... more megumi boypussy..... more megumi boypussy PLEEAAAAASE.... 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

no thoughts head empty only thinking of innocently offering to help him masturbate bc he wants to try penetration but gets nervous trying to put anything in there

he’s tight and too sensitive and gets too worked up to do it right. makes him soooo huffy and frustrated. you’re close to him in some way and you come over and catch him with his shorts at his ankles—shivering while he runs his fingers through his slit.

when you walk into his room he yells at you to get out but you just close the door behind you and sit on the edge of his bed. you don’t really know how else to describe the feeling, just a compulsion rlly. you end up sweet talking him into letting you see. too needy to refuse you properly. takes his shorts off all the way and spreads his legs for you.

you’re gentle when you climb ontop to finger him. he tries not to show that it feels good but it’s so easy to tell. cream colored skin dusted with pink, all raspy knees and slender limbs—the pale plane of his belly going taut, chest trembling as he breathes shakily. you figure if he’s letting you go that far, it might not hurt to push your limits.

he yelps in surprise when you kiss him, easily melting away any other defenses. gasps nice and loud when you trail down to kiss the curve of his jaw, nip at his collarbone. you take the risk and play with his nipples too—they’re just to tempting and it makes him arch his back so nice.

all foreplay and touching all the places he can’t reach himself making him so, so desperate. his thighs clench up around your wrist, arm across his face just embarrassed. it feels weird. good but so weird—different to how he normally cums. comes from somewhere deeper, it’s so overwhelming. and your targeting the exact place he wants it, like you just know.

he lets a needy plea to touch his clit too, when he gets close. when you bend down and latch your mouth to his clit, he cries out. it feels so good he gets scared, tells you to get off because it feels weird. not like how it usually does.

of course you’re not really listening. but he’s been so wet the entire time you’ve been stretching his cunt open on two fingers, you’re not taken aback when he squirts all over your hand and mouth. it feels so good but god he wants the ground to swallow him up it’s so embarrassing.

earns you a very light kick in the stomach afterwards, socked feet pushing against you as he tells you to die and get out of his room.

but when you grab him by the ankle and offer to make him feel even better, he can’t find it in him to refuse.

i’ll say this as my parting thought for the night: bucky barnes is indeed a fuck freak.

Merry 1-bit Christmas!

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Bae. I love how you write bakugo and I MISS how you write him. If you feel like it, a smau for anything bakugo. Anything

If u want more creative guidance??? Maybe keep with the workout partner theme? Or maybe more canonical and they’re pro hero coworkers? Or anything else ??? Idfk I’m not a writer or creative I’m just tryna give ideas

.ᐟ co-running

k.bakugou smau

when you own an agency together

a/n: im ao higgh rn ohhhhhhmfg j love you ixeyi

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when they're giving you info on hybrid Kiri before sending him home with you, the person is like, "hey no seriously though, he is going to be pretty possessive of you and you need to nip that in the bud or it'll get unmanageable" and then you just assume it'll work itself out and then Kiri fucking goes rigid-still and growls at any other hybrid who even looks at you in public lol

Fatgum form smut pleaseeeeeeeee 🤲🏼 I just want them to love each other and bang

His fat form is good for many things. It's good for his job, obviously. It's good for combat and his brand, good for making him seem more approachable-

It's not good for intimacy.

Tai keeps the light off, as if that makes it any better. That way, he can't see your face when he sits down next to you on the couch. Surprisingly, you're quick to throw a leg over him, straddling his lap with wide legs.

"This is what you've been hiding from me?" you tease. Your touch is so liberal; you give it so easily, so much. Everything about you is pressing and touching and-

A hand on your hip to keep you apart for him.

"I know it's not..." he trails off. It's not a lot of things. The though won't form; his skin is buzzing too loud.

"I like you like this." You cup his cheeks in your hands, head tilted with an abundance of affection and a hint of mischief. "I like a big boy."

But Taishiro can't shake off the feeling that you're lying.

"It's okay." He laughs this time. "I know I'm not-- I know I'm not attractive like this."

He can feel your weight shift as you tilt your head to the other side, watching him in the dark.

"Give me your hand."

Both of your hands fit into his. Easily, you guide it to your mouth and kiss each knuckle, slowly, unrushed, each touch a love letter in itself. It's tender. So tender tgat he gives into you, lets you moce him how you need him.

Then, you drag it to your cheek, down your neck, all the way to the top of your collarbone. He almost pulls away on instinct, but your grip is firm and trustworthy. The give of your breast shocks the breath out of him, especially when you close your hands around his and force him to squeeze.

"Oh," he manages. He's never fully allowed himself this, never allowed himself to touch you, but now you make him. He's caressing your stomach, fumbling with your shirt--

Oh.

Oh.

His hand is suddenly down the front of your pants. Your panties are soft and lacey, but you don't give him time to admire that. No, you're pushing him lower, until his thick fingers are pressing between your folds-

"Tai," you whisper, right into the shell of his ear. "Am I wet?"

"Y-yeah."

Your hips roll into the palm of his hand and he's amazed at how your excitement slips between his fingers.

"Am I wet for you?"

His breath gets caught in his throat. "Yeah."

Your laugh goes so deep that it's almost a purr. Throwing an arm around his neck, your hips move again, this time more securely. It happens again, then again, then again, and your head dips low into the crook of his neck.

"Mm," your voice is buttery with want. "Yeah, I am."

It takes him a while to cut through the static thats built on in his brain and realize what you're doing. You're masturbating. You're masturbating using his hand.

"I'm so wet for you." Your body presses closer to his torso. "I want your fingers."

Oh, he should move, but he's just so gobsmacked that he can't. This has to be a dream, a hallucination-

"I want your cock."

Your tone tips up, wobbly and tender and ugly in the most delicious way, the way that makes his ribs open with want-

When you cum, it's with a garbled tone. If he weren't touching you, feeling how your pussy twitches and pulls and wets, he'd think you were lying to him, protecting his ego.

But, instead you chuckle, right into the shell of his ear.

"That's how bad I want you."

Fatgum form smut pleaseeeeeeeee 🤲🏼 I just want them to love each other and bang

His fat form is good for many things. It's good for his job, obviously. It's good for combat and his brand, good for making him seem more approachable-

It's not good for intimacy.

Tai keeps the light off, as if that makes it any better. That way, he can't see your face when he sits down next to you on the couch. Surprisingly, you're quick to throw a leg over him, straddling his lap with wide legs.

"This is what you've been hiding from me?" you tease. Your touch is so liberal; you give it so easily, so much. Everything about you is pressing and touching and-

A hand on your hip to keep you apart for him.

"I know it's not..." he trails off. It's not a lot of things. The though won't form; his skin is buzzing too loud.

"I like you like this." You cup his cheeks in your hands, head tilted with an abundance of affection and a hint of mischief. "I like a big boy."

But Taishiro can't shake off the feeling that you're lying.

"It's okay." He laughs this time. "I know I'm not-- I know I'm not attractive like this."

He can feel your weight shift as you tilt your head to the other side, watching him in the dark.

"Give me your hand."

Both of your hands fit into his. Easily, you guide it to your mouth and kiss each knuckle, slowly, unrushed, each touch a love letter in itself. It's tender. So tender tgat he gives into you, lets you moce him how you need him.

Then, you drag it to your cheek, down your neck, all the way to the top of your collarbone. He almost pulls away on instinct, but your grip is firm and trustworthy. The give of your breast shocks the breath out of him, especially when you close your hands around his and force him to squeeze.

"Oh," he manages. He's never fully allowed himself this, never allowed himself to touch you, but now you make him. He's caressing your stomach, fumbling with your shirt--

Oh.

Oh.

His hand is suddenly down the front of your pants. Your panties are soft and lacey, but you don't give him time to admire that. No, you're pushing him lower, until his thick fingers are pressing between your folds-

"Tai," you whisper, right into the shell of his ear. "Am I wet?"

"Y-yeah."

Your hips roll into the palm of his hand and he's amazed at how your excitement slips between his fingers.

"Am I wet for you?"

His breath gets caught in his throat. "Yeah."

Your laugh goes so deep that it's almost a purr. Throwing an arm around his neck, your hips move again, this time more securely. It happens again, then again, then again, and your head dips low into the crook of his neck.

"Mm," your voice is buttery with want. "Yeah, I am."

It takes him a while to cut through the static thats built on in his brain and realize what you're doing. You're masturbating. You're masturbating using his hand.

"I'm so wet for you." Your body presses closer to his torso. "I want your fingers."

Oh, he should move, but he's just so gobsmacked that he can't. This has to be a dream, a hallucination-

"I want your cock."

Your tone tips up, wobbly and tender and ugly in the most delicious way, the way that makes his ribs open with want-

When you cum, it's with a garbled tone. If he weren't touching you, feeling how your pussy twitches and pulls and wets, he'd think you were lying to him, protecting his ego.

But, instead you chuckle, right into the shell of his ear.

"That's how bad I want you."

hi rue .. i’m kinda shy to ask this but can you please do a small drabble of the reader and touya arguing (not quite intense) & touya keeps replying with “no maam” or “yes maam” every time the reader asks questions 💔💔

🚬 oh i could kiss you rn. mhm. thank you sweet anon i stayed up at 2am writing this heh

fratboy touya get out of my heaaddddd

yes ma'am // touya todoroki

the puddles beneath your feet splash against your bare calves with every step.

"for fuck's sake, stop walking so fast." touya's voice calls out from behind you as you turn the corner of the street. the heavy bass of the house party you ran out of slowly drowned into nothing as the rain hit your body.

it was nearly 12am, and the downpour was only getting stronger. your fingers shook as you pathetically rubbed the sides of your arms, hoping to muster up some heat from the friction.

touya reaches out and grabs you by the shoulder, pulling you back towards him.

"you seriously mad at me? after i just poured my heart out for you?" he half-chuckles. "c'mon now sweetheart, at least reject me to my face."

"poured your heart out?" you scoff, forcibly facing him. "what kind of a fucking confession involves punching a random guy in the teeth?"

"that dumbass had it coming to him with or without the confession." he rolls his eyes.

"touya." you shake his hand off of your shoulder. "you can't go around starting fights just because you can't use your words."

"didn't i, though? made it very clear you were off limits." he shrugs, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

you glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest as you let a silence fall over you with the droning of the rain.

touya brings a hand up to push his soaked hair back from falling into his eyes. he blows out a breath of air in defeat.

"i'm sorry, okay? don't be upset."

you take a step forward, leaning in just mere inches from his face. touya bites back a smirk as his cheeks grow hot from the proximity.

"you will go back inside and apologize."

his eyes follow the rain droplets trailing down to your lips.

"yes ma'am."

"you will find me some dry clothes."

his gaze continues to follow down the soaked t-shirt clinging to every curve of your body.

"yes ma'am."

"you will take me home."

touya licks his lips, letting the cold water on his lips grow hot against his tongue.

"yes ma'am."

you step back, watching his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, counting all of the droplets that slip from your chin and eyelashes.

"are you listening to me?" your face grows hot.

"mhm. yes ma'am."

"and when we get back my apartment, you're going to properly use your fucking words and tell me how you feel. okay?"

touya reaches his hand up to tuck a stray soaked strand of hair behind your ear, letting his thumb graze against the side of your jaw.

"yes ma'am." he slowly nods his head, knowing that the moment he's alone with you, he'll be using more than his words.

-

touya tags: @kaldurahms-lover @moonchild701 @themultifandomgirl @devilslittlehelper @porusuniverse @ratatellie @katbug37 @ggriwm @moonlitmorganite @bitchyfestivalbouquet @touyas-wife

wrong number

d.kaminari

-in which his hookup gives him the wrong number, and it just so happens to be yours.

silly shigaraki or dabi texts?

not all necessarily silly but I decided to do both and made it poly teehee

(the lockscreen used to be mine that my bf made 🥺)

ANDIE POOKIE! I have a question that's been occupying my brain but I can't think of a solid answer to!

If the reader and Shouto were to ever have a serious argument about something what would it be :0

I really can't think of a scenario cuz Shouto is usually so kind, understanding, empathetic and chill >:(

Ooooh good question and I think I may have an answer!! I think probably the most feasible things are 1) Reader putting themselves in danger, or 2) misalignment on some aspect of their relationship.

A couple months ago when I was on my shit about Shouto being a Grade-A, All Natural, Grass-Fed, FDA-Certified Starer™, someone sent me an ask about Shouto staring at Reader across a party after an argument. I have most of a corresponding drabble written, but it took me forever to think of a reason why they might have a fight!! I eventually went the relationship misalignment route, with Shouto and Reader fighting about money.

Specifically, Reader does not want to merge finances due to personal insecurity. Shouto knows he belongs to Reader heart and soul and there is no risk of him leaving the relationship ever. He sees it as the most natural thing in the world that their next step would be to be one in all things, finances included, so Reader's hesitance is sort of an affront, like, do they not see this relationship the way he does?? so he spends the evening sort of brooding and watching our Reader with a laser focus. But Reader has a Past™ and their hesitance is less about their commitment to the relationship and more about overcoming their own need to protect themselves and mitigate risks; they just need to make that final jump.

I like this kind of disagreement because the heart of it is about how much two people love one another and can come to trust one another, rather than it truly being about personal differences. And I think it fits Shouto pretty well, because it's still in-line with how thoughtful and caring and bone deep good he is!!

Anywayyyy those are my initial thoughts lol. I hope this is somewhat helpful!!

An assortment of non-malevolent doodles as a palette cleanser

Something special (Takami Keigo)

Notes: f!reader, forgetting that you're dating while drunk wc: 0.7k

Keigo was celebrating, you know that. He’s the number two hero now and that’s a big deal. You had encouraged him to celebrate without you, since you still had work to and he’d probably want to celebrate with his hero friends anyway.

You were happy for him, truly. And you knew that you’d find the time to celebrate together, maybe going for a nice dinner or something. You smiled to yourself at the thought before diving back into your work.

You were just closing your computer and about to take a shower when you heard your phone ring. You pick up.

“Is this Y/n?” A familiar voice asks.

“Yes, who is this?”

“Oh it is you, thank goodness! This is Tokoyami, Hawks-san is very drunk and we need you to pick him up.”

You laugh to yourself, you can’t say you’re surprised, “Thanks for telling me,” you go to grab your car keys, “I should be there in 15 minutes.”

~

When you get to the bar, you can hear Keigo before you see him. Someone is belting out Britney Spears and you know exactly who it is. You walk towards the source of the sound and you see him, standing atop a table and singing along with the music blasting.

Tokoyami is at his foot, clearly asking him to get off the table and to stop dancing. You walk up to them as Keigo finally caves to his intern’s request and gets down.

You give him a smile, not expecting your boyfriend to glare at you. He must want to stay. You reach out to grab his arm, “Hey baby, don’t you think it might be time to go home?”

He yanks his arm out of your grasps, “Listen ma'am, I don’t know you and I’m sure you’re very nice but I’m spoken for.”

You laugh, “Keigo, it’s me, now let’s go.”

“I don’t know who you are and, frankly, I don’t appreciate how pushy you’re being.”

“Keigo,” you say more sternly, “who do you think I am?”

“I told you already! don’t know who you are but I’m sure my girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate this.”

“I am your girlfriend.”

“No my girl is soooo pretty and sweet and lovely and-“

It seems like his wings start flapping to make him flutter off the ground when you interrupt him, “Does that mean I’m not pretty?”

He’s fully on the ground again, and he looks intently at your face, “You’re pretty, but you don’t have that special something she has.”

“You sure?” You tease, “why don’t you look a little closer?”

He rolls his eyes but indulges in your request, eyes scanning your face more intently. His eyes widen, “Y/n!!” He throws himself into your arms and you nearly collapse at the sudden weight. He has a pouty face, “Where were you? This girl kept trying to get me to go home with her and all I wanted was for you to save me.”

You laugh, “It doesn’t matter, how about you come home with me instead?”

“Sounds like a dream.”

Bonus:

Keigo woke up with the worst headache in the world. Although he supposed that the pain was alleviated by your presence in the bed next to him. You feel him cuddle into your back and smile, “Hey baby, how are you feeling?”

“Rough”

“I’m not surprised. You had a lot of fun last night. Although... now that you’re sober, i have a question to ask you.”

The colour drains from his face, “Oh no, did I say something wrong last night?”

You hum, “Not exactly, you just said that I wasn’t as pretty as your girlfriend, that I was lacking that something special, and I was just wondering-“

His loud groan cuts you off, “Oh my god I can’t believe I said that. I can’t believe I didn’t realise you were you,” He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, “You are so pretty and so special, please don’t be mad at me.”

You turn around and give him a kiss, “I would never.”

He smiles.

You keep talking, “But if you don’t recognise me again I’ll leave you to get home by yourself.”

He laughs, “Yes ma’am.”

m.list

010. CARNATIONS

It was all a blur.

Desperate arms wrapped around his frame the moment he stepped into sight. Touya shed more tears than he had in years today, the faces in the back of his mind that were beginning to fade away became crystal clear in an instant. Twin diamonds shine and leave a salty trail down his cheeks when his mother finally hugs him.

She cradled Touya's face in her palms as her fingers rubbed gently against his skin—telling Touya she was so proud of him, telling Touya he looked so healthy—telling Touya she was so happy to see him. Touya smiles when he's sad, and it was truly a sight to behold. His eyes had shards of gold glittering in them as they caught the afternoon sun's rays, and his smile was so handsome and authentic, it looked like the Gods themselves had carved it into his face.

Natsuo wasn't as 'tough' as Touya remembered him. Because the moment Touya cursed his brother out for getting taller than him while he was gone, Natsuo weeped like a newborn. Maybe he was mourning all those years growing up without having his older brother by his side—the years he spent as a teenager thinking he was getting older than his Touya-nii ever got to be.

Fuyumi was strong—she was able to hold Touya up all on her own when he crumped against her, pressing his cheek into the crown of her head as he thanked her for staying shorter than him. Her laughter is wet with tears, but it was just as sweet as he remembered. Natsuo's was too—just seeing them smiling at him felt like they'd ripped past skin and fleshed and pierced Touya's heart with a dagger carved with love.

Shoto's eyes flittered between his siblings and mother—watching them all stand around Touya as he swayed on his feet, unable to hold himself up as they all murmur quietly to each other—there weren't many words spoken, just the occasional sniffling and hiccuping sobs as they fussed over him

Shoto doesn't know when you intertwined your fingers with his to hold his hand, but he'll be forever grateful you did because his chest is so tight he doesn't think he can breathe right. His eyes move fast, rapidly blinking as he watches the scene in front of him unfold from afar

He's never felt more like an outsider than he did right now. He was watching his family show more emotion in this moment than he's ever seen in years. He looks to you for a moment, almost hesitating to step towards them all as his eyes are clouded with an unmistakable mist. You squeeze Shoto's hand encouragingly, and soon enough, he's slipping out of your grasp and gravitating towards Touya.

He's facing Touya's back right now, watching his older brother lean into their mother's palm as she kisses his hands before Shoto clears his throat—an attempt to catch their attention. He can see the muscles in Touya's back physically tense before he turns around. Touya's eyes catch yours first—before they slowly move to Shoto.

Shoto isn't a very good hugger. He's not really sure how to wrap his arms around Touya without it being awkward. Unfortunately—Touya also wasn't a good hugger. He stills when Shoto slowly wraps his arms around him, the younger boy's eyes closing as his face bumps against Touya's chest. Touya's words are stuck in his throat as his mouth goes dry, a strange feeling spreading in his chest as he looks down to see Shoto's ivory and ruby strands pressed against him.

Touya always thought Shoto had grown up to be a carbon copy of their father. He didn't know why, but he never really assumed Shoto may have grown to be a good kid until the war.

So, Touya tries his best. Wrapping his arms around the younger boy and letting out a shaky breath as his eyes squeeze close.

Rei went overboard with dinner. The table was covered with all the classics—rice, grilled fish, miso soup, pickled vegetables—everything and anything you could imagine. Rei was so proud when she saw the look on Touya's face, her heart soaring as her son muttered something along the lines of how good the food looked.

You were Touya's support through the entire dinner as he spoke. Most of the questions he got asked consisted of how he was feeling and adjusting. He answered all of them remarkably well, his voice even and smile calm as he ate his dinner

You sat in between Shoto and Touya, and you almost wish you weren't sitting between them when you watch Shoto lean over the table to look at Touya every time he spoke. It was like he was in a trance as he watched his older brother speak—if Touya noticed Shoto's lingering stare, he didn't say anything.

Shoto wanted to hear every word that came out of Touya's mouth. And luckily, everyone stayed at the dinner table well after dinner was finished. The conversation was nostalgic and calm. It was sad and maybe sometimes Touya would have to blink back tears, but God, he loved it all so much.

Rei was quiet for most of the dinner, save for soft smiles as she listened to Touya talk. Even when he was a kid, Touya talked a lot. She wants to ask Touya if he knows how he subconsciously leans towards you during the entire dinner, whispering things in your ear that have you fighting a smile

It was stupid little jokes he made whenever someone wasn't speaking to him—he'd jump so fast whenever he noticed the attention wasn't on him anymore as his eyes found yours. Unfortunately, Touya didn't notice how his mother's eyes never left him.

She saw it all. The way your eyes crinkled with a smile whenever Touya said something stupid, how Touya offers to fill your glass and how you and him get into a quiet argument on who gets the bigger piece of fish, both of you insisting the other gets the larger half. You two end up sharing, smiling with silent laughter whenever his fork clinks against yours

Rei knows Touya's kindness isn't because of her parenting. It can't be. Touya was an angry and mean child, one who lashed out often and couldn't get along with others.

She had trouble dealing with Touya, and Enji did nothing but worsen his condition. Her own inner turmoil had her mind falling apart, and she had been struggling with the man who was supposed to protect them just as much as Touya was.

You made Touya like this—calming the storm in his heart Rei thought would rage on forever.

When he was Dabi, Touya was even worse. She had seen the news, she knew her first born was alive and wreaking absolute havoc. Years ago, his supposed death had been her breaking point. And, oh, what she would have given to save him from his inevitable fate.

She failed Touya. She and Enji, they had both failed him. Not intentionally—she never meant to fail him the way she did.

But you had not failed Touya, and Rei was going to treasure you forever for unknowingly saving her family.

Rei hadn't experienced real love before. But the way Touya just looks at you lets her know that even if she didn't get the privilege of being able to know what it was like, her son did. And that alone is enough to make her happy.

"Mom?"

Rei is startled, turning to look at Natsuo when he places a hand on her shoulder, dishes in hand. Everyone's dispersed by now, and she realizes she's the only one still at the table.

"You spaced out again." Natsuo says, a sad smile on his face as he gently rubs his mother's shoulder. Rei's lips part as she makes a little 'o' with her mouth, before smiling softly

"Touya's in love."

Natsuo blinks once, twice, before his lip twitches upward. He slides into the spot beside his mother, leaning in closer as he takes a quick glance at you and Touya—who was marveling over the endless channels on the big screen TV that was placed in the center of the living room, your laughter flowing through the air at his excited commentary—he was pointing out all of his favorite movies as a kid.

"I know. Just...try not to say anything to them, okay? It's definitely not something either of them can pursue yet. Bringing it up in front of them isn't the best idea right now." He mutters quietly as Rei nods slowly, the gears in her mind shifting as she stays quiet in thought. Fuyumi calls Natsuo from the kitchen, asking him to bring the remaining dishes as he quickly stands up, following her voice.

Shoto pretends he wasn't able to hear Natsuo as he keeps his head low, piling the remaining dishes into his arms before strolling after his older brother. Of course, you had offered to help clean up like a good guest earlier—but Fuyumi had shooed you and Touya away before either of you got the chance, telling you to get comfortable in the living room.

Rei tilts her head to try and get a better look at you. Maybe she's getting ahead of herself, but Rei's thinking of the silver wedding band laying on the edge of her vanity. It was a ring that meant nothing, never had when it was slipped onto her finger

But it was a beautiful ring.

She wished it had been spent on a truer love. On something real and tangible, something as beautiful as the delicate diamonds encrusted into it. She zeroes in on your fingers, watching the way they curl around the TV's remote as you dangle it out of Touya's reach. He growls and grunts in an attempt to snatch it back from you, his laughter peaking through his facade easily as your squeals sound through the air

Yes, your fingers look like they'd fit her ring. She didn't ever think about passing her wedding ring down to one of her children, never even considered the thought. But...

For the first time in so many years, it was laughter that bounced between the walls of this house. It was beginning to feel like a home again.

You and Touya are dancing around such a fine line so carelessly.

Touya doesn't even know he's in love with you. He knows he cares for you, knows you've become the most important person in his life—he knows he loves you in some sense, but it took him a lot longer than he'd like to admit to realize he was in love with you.

He can see the cartoon's reflection in your eyes as you watch the TV right beside him. His body, simply put, was drawn to yours. You're pressed against his side, and he can smell you. You smell sweet, and he resists the urge to sniff you.

The thought is odd. He pauses, blinking at the TV screen but not even absorbing what's going on as his eyes slowly drag towards you. Did he almost sniff you, just now?

Okay. Touya was weird, he already knew that. But when has he ever wanted to sniff someone? That was just fucking weird. Suddenly, he starts thinking—and it feels like he's been carelessly missing the ON button in the back of his mind, and it had finally been switched on my some miracle.

He's had these type of thoughts before. Actually—he's had a lot of these thoughts before. He had just...ignored them. Too engrossed in any moment with you to truly acknowledge them.

Yeah, he wants to sniff you. He wants to know what shampoo you use, he wants to know your favorite meal—you know his, when does he find out yours? He wants to know if you have siblings like him, he wants to know if you take cold showers or hot showers, he wants to know if you like his family, he wants to know if you like him the way he likes you.

The realization dawns on him slowly, and Touya realizes he has never been more clueless in his life.

He likes you.

No, not like a patient liked their doctor. And not like how a victim liked their savior—it wasn't like that.

He liked you like he'd die without you, like his heart would cease its beating and he would genuinely be unable to feel any semblance of happiness again if you slipped away

He suddenly realizes you can't like someone that much. It was another feeling, and he was in deep.

"Aw, fuck."

You peer up at him through your lashes, a confused hum leaving your lips as you tilt your head towards him in concern

Touya looks down at you, a small smile splayed on his lips. He thinks, no—he knows he'll never love someone this much.

"You know, I forgot this sucker died at the end." He mumbles quietly, taking your chin between his fingers and tilting it towards the TV as a whine escapes your lips

"Touya! You spoiled it!" You pout, looking at the cartoon and huffing—what kind of kid's movie has anyone dying in it?!

"I'm kidding." He murmurs with a quiet laugh, watching relief flood your features moments later as you tuck yourself back into his side

"Good. I like that little guy."

"The cat?" He muses, leaning further into you as his breath fans your neck

He's so warm. So welcoming and gentle—and you can't even try and stop yourself from leaning further into him.

"Yeah. He reminds me of you."

The cat in question, was a grumpy little thing that spends most of the movie snacking on sweet treats—its belly round and happy from being loved so well. It was a silly little side character, but in an odd way, it reminded you of Touya's little mannerisms. The way it pouted and huffed and cracked the most absurd jokes the entire movie had you smiling ear to ear.

His fingers find your sides quickly, and you try to pry his hands off as he tickles your side mercilessly—adorable huffs of "Touya, everyone's sleeping!" escaping your lips as you try and muffle your laughter, covering your mouth as he pulls your hand away from your lips—saying he wants to hear you squeal and laugh for him.

You get him back, of course. But he doesn't even try to be quiet as you tickle his belly. He laughs loudly, straight from his gut and filled with so much joy that you can't bring yourself to stop

Touya has a really nice laugh, you think, watching him grin so wide—you think it must hurt to be smiling so much. He suddenly hooks a leg over yours, and the both of you roll off of the couch and onto the ground in your fits of laughter—and not once, not ever, has Touya felt more loved.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; something is cominggggg 👀!

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