[azzo0]

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[xaythefreak]

I feel like Dabi has great potential to be a pathetic boyloser when you consider his actual personality when he's not putting up his nonchalant persona

he's obsessive, dramatic, and attention seeking. He would YEARN for your attention and validation like it's a fine drung because it quite literally is to him. if he is derived of your attention for too long he'd probably go into withdrawals

also this man is touched starved BEYOND belief, like you would be surprised how much he tries to cling to you when you two are together. he doesn't even care if other people are around it's like he just NEEDS to have skin on skin contact with you

this man is a whole generations worth of bottled up suppression and need for validation and it's practically begging to be cracked open

[spacelabrathor]

tongue-kissing is incredibly intimate to bakugo, like I legit believe he does the equivalent of saving it for marriage, but once you cross that threshold with him oooooo boy

he is the BEST kisser. he’s so judicious with his tongue, teases and tastes into you all heated and almost shy at first, puffs soft, hot, panting breaths against your mouth when your tongue finally brushes back against his. he reads how you like it and matches it effortlessly, learning with you how the two of you move together.

he will make out with you on the couch for an hour. his cheeks all red as he tilts your head how he wants it, makes soft little sounds he doesn’t realize he’s making

[mintmatcha]

mitsuki's intern and katsuki just... click into place.

and by that i mean you fuck severely 4 time that night. and again the next day.

[mintmatcha]

"Ugh."

Bakugo is halfway off of the couch, ass in the air as he tries to reach for his pants. He had dropped them in the middle of your living room, legs turned inside out and socks jammed inside. He manages to nab them by rolling over your leg, so you sigh again. "Ugh."

"Fuck off."

"Just get up!"

"I'm fucking tired. Someone needed to get dicked down three times-"

A hard shove nearly topples him off of the couch all together. "You liked it."

Katsuki's eyes flicker to your tits, then your eyes, then your tits again and it nearly, nearly, nearly makes you want to climb on him once again. Though, you're afraid if you move, you'll end up staining your couch-

"Don't you work in design? Why does your place look like dogshit?" Katsuki reads your mind. This the third time he's been to your place and it feels more embarrassing each time. His own place is nice, with a feminine touch that makes you feel sour.

"Tell your mom to pay me more."

"Oh, yeah," he rolls his eyes. "Hey, Mitsuki, I'm sick of looking at your interns ugly ass, lumpy couch, when I should be looking at her tits. Can you give her a raise? Also, she does this thing with her tongue that's worth a bonus-"

"Fuck off!"

The toothy smile he gives you is shortlived.

"Listen, we can't tell her. Or anybody. none of my friends can keep a secret." He leans back. "Things are... weird with my ex still."

You sit up, hand flying to cover yourself.

"Did you just cheat on her with me?"

"Fuck no, that's over. It's dead, but the old lady doesn't want it to be dead. She's still friends with her and everything. It's just... Some of my friends feel the same way, I think. It's just weird."

This feels a bit too personal for what you and Katsuki have. Neither of you have ever mentioned your personal lives before, other than your dire love for creampies.

"I'm sorry," you say, because you can think of nothing else. "Wanna see my pussy again? Would that make you feel better?"

"Honesty?" he says. "Yeah."

[dynapuff]

Bakugou has a Twitter that he never uses but one night you and him get high and his first and last tweet is “I found the pussy I’m gonna pound forever.”

[dynapuff]

I’m going to add that he typed this tweet out while watching you laugh hysterically at a video of a duck running through a hallway because his little feets go pap pap pap pap pap on the floor when he runs.

[azzo0]

—Let's kiss! 2.6k

Synopsis: You drag your beloved knight to the library in the middle of the night and present him with a jaw-dropping question: Let's kiss? Extra yap: Bkg is your knight and the captain of guard; you're the princess, duh; characters are aged up; contains inexperienced kissing that turns into a make out; chances are you'll find a typo or two in here because I'm blind; I tried my best to proofread this

It was in the late hours of the night when you startled your knight by throwing open the door of your room, stepping out in your satin night gown and sheer chiffon robe that did little to cover the shape of your body. You wanted him to accompany you to the library so you could find the second book in the series you were reading. He did not complain as it was normal for you to go on strolls or visit the library during absurd hours of the night.

He held open the gigantic door to the library for you, following you into the low and warm, honey-coloured light coming from iron sconces. The soft carpet cushioned the sound of footsteps, the walls lined with shelves upon shelves of books, making no room for echoes. He watched you browse through the titles as you looked for the one you wanted, your fingers brushing across the spines of the books.

He tried not to pay attention to your sheer robe or how inviting it made your bare arms appear. He had seen the many faces of his princess. He'd seen you bare-faced, hair in a mess like you fought pigeons in your sleep, he'd seen you dolled up for balls and gatherings, and he'd seen you vicious in your fighting armour, but it was your night gowns that intimidated him the most because he found it difficult to look you in the eye when you wore them.

"'Suki, can you get that for me?" You pointed at a book five shelves higher.

"Tsk, makin' me do all the work." He clicked his tongue, obediently giving you the book you wanted and then following you to a table.

He looked for his favourite encyclopedia on dragons on the shelves near the small wooden table where you were seated. He found it in the same spot he had left it in before and pulled out the large book. He opened it, resting it on his arm as he looked for a specific page, stopping when you asked a question that made him go still.

Katsuki was accustomed to your random, out-of-pocket questions by now. Sometimes he rolled his eyes at you in response, or gave you an appropriate answer if he had one, or he had to stop whatever he was doing to make sure he heard you right. The question you asked him just now made him drop the book in his hand and snap his head towards you to make sure his head wasn't making up what you just said.

"What did you just say?" He asked, eyes wide.

"I said," you looked up from the book you were reading, snapping it shut and resting your chin on the back of your hand, "have you ever kissed anyone?"

Your gaze made him dizzy. He knew that look all too well. After all, he'd been serving his princess for over seven years now. He could read your thoughts with a single glance, already on the task before you could even order him to do it. And he knew what you were doing in that moment. You were plotting. You were sitting there, looking so annoyingly beautiful under the buttery light, plotting on how to get him flustered.

Fire crackled in the sconces as you watched him coolly, waiting for a response. You could hear his breathing grow heavy, although he did not seem aware of it. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing.

"I don't see why you need to know that, princess." He said at last, squaring his shoulders to fake confidence, even though you had already noticed his ears flare red.

Of course, he hadn't kissed anyone yet. How could he when he'd been so busy following you around to make sure not a creature could harm you? Even as you slept, he stood outside, only catching winks of sleep during the day when you were around other people who could keep you safe just as well as he. Those were also interrupted by you barging into his room and falling on his mattress beside him like it was okay for a princess to be in her knight's bed, even if it was just to get on his nerves and begging him to accompany her to the flower gardens.

"What do you mean? I obviously need to know what my charming knight is up to when I'm asleep." You reasoned, batting your long lashes at him. You know he never leaves your quarters, but you were determined to make him answer. "Besides, we're friends. We're way past formalities, even you agreed to that ages ago."

He'd already regained his cool. He picked up the book and sat across from you on the table, flipping the pages till he found the one he was reading before you threw him off.

"You're ignoring me." You whined.

"We came here because you wanted to read." He reminded, not bothering to glance up. "Besides, it's not my job to fill you in on my personal life."

"You have this job because of me." You said casually.

He finally looked at you, blond hair falling to his forehead, making his cardinal eyes appear a few shades darker. He snarled, the bridge of his nose creasing. He knew you find joy in pissing him the fuck off by flustering him. It made him want to push you against a bookshelf and shut you up with his mouth for good.

"So? My answer?" You smirked.

"I. Have. Not." He replied, his words tight and clipped.

"I have not either." You said immediately, as if you were letting him know a fun fact.

He didn't understand why you're so eager to let him know. He knows you haven't kissed anyone. You refused to let another man get too close, and if a man did happen to try to touch you in a way you did not like, Katsuki was always there to crush his fist on the spot. He was glad you let him scare men away from you, because he wasn't sure if he'd be able to watch you kiss another man in the first place.

"Yeah, the sun is hot, and water is wet. What do I do with that information?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Let's kiss?" You suggested, leaning forward with your hands on the table.

"The fuck?" He growled, backing away, blood washing his eardrums in waves, heart beating so fast he could feel his jugular pulsing.

"We're both too old to not have kissed anyone. Let's change that."

"Is this another one of your pranks to piss me off?" He glared. "Well, congrats, princess, you win. You can fuckin' sit back down."

"I'm not joking." You stopped smiling. "I mean it. Of course, if I've made you uncomfortable, I understand, and I'm sorry."

You redirected your attention to your book, tracing the hardcover, "I'll have plenty of opportunities to learn how to ki–" You stopped abruptly with a gasp when he roughly grabbed your wrist and guided you around the table, straight into his lap.

It was your turn to be set on fire. His face was way too close to yours. Closer than it had ever been. You could see the maroon specks in his ruby eyes and the uneven depth of the little scar under his eye. You could feel the desire, the need, the yearning behind his dilated pupils, swallowing you whole.

"You fuckin' piss me off." He said, voice silken-sharp, nose brushing yours. His hand left your wrist and moved up to your shin, slowly rising to your knee and stopping there. "I'll do this only if you won't regret this."

"Kiss me, Katsuki." You whispered.

He gently pushed his lips onto yours and stayed still for a few heartbeats, etching the feeling of your lips on his into the depths of his mind. He pulled away, his palm unmoving on your knee, hoping you wouldn't notice the slight tremor in his grip. He searched your eyes for a reaction, pleased to find that you were just as bashful as he was. Everything about that kiss and his body was contained, controlled and respectful, something that wouldn't cross the line.

But the line had been crossed the moment he pulled you into his lap.

You blinked at him shyly, biting your lip. You cupped his cheek to find that his face was warm, pink ears poking out of blond tufts. He leaned into your touch, his eyes inviting you to kiss him back, and so you did.

You kissed him again. Just a sweet little peck, which he returned, making you smile. Neither of you was experienced in the field, so you sat in his lap in silence, letting him observe you from this newly unlocked, forbidden proximity.

You cradled his face, bringing yours closer to his, just watching him. You realised you'd seen the very same expression on his face seven years ago, when he had been assigned as your knight, along with being the captain of the guard. The look of devotion hot enough to burn.

His eyes kept flicking between your eyes and lips, his breath fanning your skin. His entire being screamed in desperation: don't stop now.

The very little restraint you had crumbled to the ground. You kissed him again, once, twice and then thrice. You briefly pulled back and slammed your mouth onto his, making the chair rock back. He held onto your waist, stabilising himself, taken by surprise.

There was a new fuel feeding your fire, and he could feel it. He let out a guttural sound from deep within, daring to test the waters. He brushed your lips with his tongue. Just barely. He had no clue how to do this, but he recalled seeing flashes of his fellow knight with his tongue deep in someone's mouth when he was drunk in a tavern before passing out.

You opened your mouth for him, his tongue barging in immediately. He could feel your body jolt deliciously against his. You had no idea what you were doing, but you did not care, not when this felt so foreign, so dangerous, so good.

It took a few moments to find an angle where you could both breathe without twisting your necks, but once you found a rhythm against his lips, it felt like heaven on earth you had been missing out on. It still wasn't perfect—far from it, actually. But it was so unapologetically him that it made your stomach twist.

Noses butted, teeth clashed, tongues occupied all the space there was to make a sound. His hand went back to your knee, moving up just the tiniest bit to your thigh, lifting your satin gown with it. You peppered his face with kisses, hands flat on his chest, exploring the muscles through his shirt, fingers drifting towards the buttons to undo the first three.

He had to lean back in the chair when your soft lips touched the column of his throat—the place his swallow betrayed him. You brought two fingers to his pulse, smirking against his skin when you felt it dance uncontrably under your fingers. His own body was against him, exposing him and presenting you with his feelings. You were the blade that was slowly thinning away the rope holding his sanity together.

He dared his hand to inch further up your leg, stopping right where your thighs met, giving you a harsh squeeze. You threw your head back for him, looking at him through narrow eyes with a cat-like intensity that made him go feral. The chiffon fabric of your robe slipped off your shoulder, inviting him to sink his teeth into the soft skin.

He pressed his lips to your shoulder, finding it deliciously warm; the scent of your luxurious bath soap filled his senses. He held himself back from biting, resorting to digging his fingers into your thigh instead. The little voice in his head that had lost the battle of senses long ago was still reminding him of the consequences of marking you. His teeth grazed up the side of your neck, stopping under your jaw to leave a delicate kiss.

"You're driving me crazy." He said tightly, pulling away to look at you. You didn't seem to care, as you grabbed his collar and pulled him back again.

"I'm so glad," You breathed heavily in between him stealing the air from your lungs, "that the library is empty tonight."

"Who would have thought that the princess had no self-control?" He cocked his head teasingly, hands moving up your waist and thumb caressing your midriff, "Sitting in her knight's lap and shamelessly eating his face away."

"You think you're any better?" You purred into his ear, your voice breath-kissed, "You're so desperate, I can nearly see it leaking out of you."

His eyes narrowed into slits, smirks replaced by his signature scowl, "Don't get cocky."

"Aww, the great Bakugo Katsuki's ears are red. Who would have guessed?" You continued to tease, pinching his cheeks affectionately.

Your smile dropped when his fingers wrapped around your throat. He wasn't squeezing, no, just looking, but it was the little lift in the corner of his mouth that made your heart leap. The intensity of his gaze made you squirm in his lap and bite your lip, as you dared to think of feeling his swollen lips on the rest of your body.

You were the one who was supposed to be in control, with your hand around his neck. You were royalty. Not him. Yet, here you were allowing him to take control. You let him yank you in by the neck for another kiss, this time slower than the last. It made heat pool between your legs.

You really needed him.

"Katsuki," You began, but the rest of your sentence was replaced with a gasp as he abruptly stood up and put you on the ground.

"Someone's comin'." He said in a hurried whisper, talking one quick look at the state of your robes and hair. He clicked his tongue and quickly pulled the chiffon up to your shoulders and patted your head, smoothening your hair. He grabbed the encyclopedia from the table and shoved it into your arms just in time for someone to pass by you guys.

He made his usual ugly face at you, as if his mouth wasn't on you mere seconds ago. His lip pulled up in a sneer, "Well, if you're done looking for the book you wanted, I think you should stop bothering me and head to bed, princess."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm done." You swatted his hand away, holding the encyclopedia against your chest, acknowledging the stranger's nod.

As you headed towards the library's door with him, you realised you could still feel his fingers digging into your thigh from earlier. You were sure you had his hand imprinted on your thigh.

The walk back to your quarters felt unnaturally long. Katsuki made a point of picking a faster pace and walking ahead of you so you didn't have to see the fierce bloom across his cheeks. Not that you blamed him, even you weren't sure of what to say to him. It was supposed to be just one kiss. A silly little peck, but you'd unlocked a whole new court of emotions.

Only when you reached your bedroom did he turn back to look at you. You stood in your doorway, watching him avoid your eyes bashfully. "No good night for me?"

"Tsk, good night." He rolled his eyes, freezing when you planted a peck on his cheek.

"Good night, Katsuki." You smiled, closing the door as he kissed your cheek. You sighed with your back to the door, looking down at the encyclopedia. You opened it, flipping through the pages, "This isn't even what I wanted to read."

[saintshigaraki]

sex with bkg is 30 mins to 1 hr of pussy eating turning to pussy eating and fingering -> making out while he grinds his palm against your cunt while you come all wet and sticky against him -> soft and slow missionary with intense eye contact and a lot of very dirty grinding -> rinse and repeat

[saintshigaraki]

sex with bkg is 30 mins to 1 hr of pussy eating turning to pussy eating and fingering -> making out while he grinds his palm against your cunt while you come all wet and sticky against him -> soft and slow missionary with intense eye contact and a lot of very dirty grinding -> rinse and repeat

[larkspurhoney]

Thinking of being playfully and rolling around in bed until they yank you across the mattress by the ankle o_o

[azzo0]

Woke up to the tragic news of Norway losing

[chibi-tokki]

katsuki i don’t ever want kids they’re hard to handle and little assholes bakugou is somehow so natural with kid in his arms, like scarily so.

holding a lost child’s hand as he weaves through the streets to find a police station, following the little kids directions as to where they last saw their parents.

crouched on the ground to sign little posters from kids with shaking hands and teary eyes. big scary dynamite making himself smaller to not scare the little ones.

balancing a kid on his hip as he debriefs with the hero commission after a mission. the kid has crossed the police tape, ducking under the flimsy plastic while shouting for dynamite who turned at the commotion, ready to bark expletives at whoever was demanding his attention only to spot the preschooler running with open arms. he gathers the kid in his arm in a single sweep, placing them on his hip as he continues on with the conversation.

it’s so natural the way he moves through the crowd, following the kids directions to their frantically searching parents (the kid saw the flash of katsuki’s suit in the air as he flew over the crowds and BOLTED headlong in the direct of his favourite hero) the press goes CRAZY for the photos, headlines and front page spreads, the explosive and scary number two hero (shush he is number two in my hc) seen being fatherly, soft, gentle.

katsuki i don’t ever want kids they’re hard to handle and little assholes bakugou is a natural born father. change my mind.

a/n: i am ONCE AGAIN writing this at work cause why couldn’t think inspiration find me when i was at home sitting at my desk with unlimited time so pls ignore typos

if anyone has fanart of katsuki with kids, especially him holding a lil one on his hip all domestic, i’ll give you head

[tteokdoroki]

thinking about aang and how he'd purposely blow wind towards his sweethearts skirt to make it fly open or sumn

very much agree with this … he’s always using the twitch of his fingers to turn the breeze so that your skirts flip up and he can see the colour of your panties. he only does it if you’re walking alone together because whilst mischievous aang is the avatar and you are the love of his life !!!

“oh, blue today? they’re pretty.” he says all big and mountainous towering over you with a grin as easy as the breeze. “can’t wait to take them off with my teeth later — ow!”

he’d be sooo cheeky with it you have no choice but to slap him in the chest or hit him with your bending and aang just laughs because his chest is so firm and plush he hardly feels a thing against you. gripping your wrists in one big hand, voice tipping into a lower timbre tone. “careful now, sweetheart.”

and then later he’s burning through your clothes and down to your panties with fire bending on one hand and the other hand uses air bending to blow a calm coolness over your clit that has you writhing in place begging him for more ow

[azzo0]

I think fanfic has always been in my blood even though I didn't know it was a thing back then. In grade 5 I wrote a story of Jane Eyre running away and travelling the world in the back of my extra help math notebook 💀

[azzo0]

Virgin Katsuki who opens a literal anatomy textbook to look for the female genitalia and reproductive system and studies it so that he doesn't make a fool of himself when you two finally fuck

[azzo0]

He had contacted his cousin, whom he never talks to, and asked her to send him a PDF of her anatomy textbook, since she studied human biology. He took one look at the index and scrolled down to the topic he wanted to read—perineum and pelvis.

Although he wasn't interested in his own anatomy, he still stopped to read about the male anatomy, surprised by how much he did not know about himself, but it was the female anatomy that he studied with great attention to detail. He was practically hunched in front of his laptop with blue light filter glasses on, unworried that someone might enter the room, because his flatmate, Kirishima, was out with his friends.

He took a mental note of all the points that would make you wonder if he really was a virgin. He read about it all: the clitoris, the vaginal orifice, the cervix and even the blood and nerve supply.

He scrolled down to the diagrams when he heard the front door open, rolling his eyes when he heard other voices along with Kirishima's. He probably brought his friends over. He was in the safety of his room, so he wasn't scared about anyone barging in, especially since Kirishima always knocked before entering, but maybe he should have locked the door because one of his fucking friends thought it was a good time to throw his door open.

"Can you fucking knock?" His head snapped back, freezing when he saw you—his pretty girlfriend—standing in the doorway, utterly offended.

"I can't come say hi to my boyfriend? Okay, got it." You pretended to leave, but he jumped up from the chair, forgetting he still had the PDF open.

"Dumbass, I thought it was someone else." He huffed, pulling you in by the wrist and shutting the door. He raised his eyebrow at your mouth opened wide with your eyes on his laptop. His heart dropped to his stomach. Fuck, he forgot about the textbook!

"Did you switch majors overnight?" You gasped, "Last I checked, you were studying chemical engineering."

"That's... none of your fucking business." He hurriedly slammed the screen down, embarrassment creeping into his intestines, his face so hot he felt like he would explode.

"You were looking at the female genitalia!" You pressed.

"I was just–" He began, trying to find a believable lie.

"Gosh, you can't lie for shit, Katsuki." You cackled, watching the cogs in his head turn. "So are you going to tell me the truth or what?"

"It was for you." He admitted at last, his voice barely audible. His glasses had slipped down the bridge of his nose, and he pushed them up, wanting to curl up and die.

"You were studying the female anatomy... for me?" You asked in shock, realisation dawning upon you. "In case we had sex?"

"Don't just say it like that!" He barked, his ears as red as his eyes.

Something about seeing him so flustered and embarrassed because he put time into learning something for you made you want to pounce on him and give him exactly what he wanted. You stopped in front of him, took his hands and put them on your waist.

"You know what they used to say in science class... after learning theory, you should always take practical classes." You said, biting your lip.

Katsuki's brain short-circuited. It was taking every muscle in his leg to keep him up. He wasn't even able to properly process you taking him to the bed. He watched you sit on the mattress, your short skirt riding up and exposing too much of your thighs.

"If you're ready for practical anatomy lessons, I'm right here."

That's all it took for Katsuki to fall to his knees and put his hands on your legs. Yeah, you were right. All theoretical lessons had to be backed up by practical ones.

[azzo0]

Missing the mooties that haven't posted in a while/ are taking a break. I hope life is treating you well 🫶

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ studying anatomy is hard, but lucky you, your boyfriend satoru is jacked

the textbook was a weapon, and it was currently winning.

you stared blankly at a diagram of a human torso, the labels blurring into a dizzying soup of latin words. your upper body anatomy quiz was tomorrow morning, and true to form, you were cramming the night before. you hadn't even been at it for an hour, but your brain was already completely fried.

"okay, wait," you muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples. "does the bicep sit higher than the tricep? or is the tricep on top? no that's… wait, where is the brachialis again?"

it was hopeless. you'd look at a muscle, repeat its name five times, look away, and immediately erase it from your memory. with a dramatic groan, you collapsed backward onto your bed, letting the heavy textbook rest precariously on your stomach. you were officially doomed.

the mattress dipped.

a flash of white hair entered your peripheral vision as satoru crawled onto the bed, shifting smoothly until he was hovering over you like a giant, ridiculously attractive cat.

"look at you, absolutely suffering," satoru teased, a sharp, playful grin tugging at his lips. "i can practically hear your brain short-circuiting from over here, babe."

you opened your eyes to glare at him, but the retort died in your throat. because, of course, satoru had decided to wear that shirt tonight. it was a long-sleeved, black compression top that clung to every single line of his frame, highlighting a ridiculously broad chest and sculpted shoulders.

he was just a criminally handsome guy who clearly spent way too much time at the gym. it was completely unfair how he could look that good just from lifting weights while you were drowning in textbooks.

"go away," you wheezed, weakly lifting a hand to push at his face. "you’re a distraction. a highly illegal distraction."

"me? a distraction?" satoru gasped in mock offense. he shifted his weight, dropping down to lie on his stomach next to you. he propped his chin up with his hands, a movement that caused the fabric of his shirt to tauten over the heavy definition of his upper back and shoulders.

your eyes tracked the movement. you blinked once. twice.

wait.

you looked from the textbook diagram of the deltoids and pectorals, then right back to satoru’s very real, very defined body. a sudden, brilliant spark of desperation ignited in your fried brain.

"toru," you said, your tone suddenly dead serious. "take your shirt off."

satoru froze, his smirk faltering into a look of genuine, rare bewilderment. his beautiful blue eyes blinked in confusion. "wh—now? i mean, i love the enthusiasm, babe, but i thought you were failing a class?"

"just do it. for science. for my gpa."

muttering something about how you were terrifying when stressed, satoru crossed his arms and pulled the compression shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. he sat cross-legged on the bed, presenting a perfect, shirtless canvas of lean muscle.

"alright, i'm naked—well, half-naked. what's the plan, professor?"

you didn’t answer. instead, you lunged off the bed, grabbed a neon green washable expo marker from your desk, and crawled back over to him with a manic look in your eye.

satoru eyed the marker warily. "uh, what is that for?"

"hold still," you commanded, uncapping the marker with your teeth.

you leaned in close, your left hand resting gently on his shoulder for balance while your right hand brought the marker to his skin. satoru tensed for a fraction of a second at the cool, damp touch of the felt tip, but quickly relaxed, watching you with an amused, fond expression as you began to draw.

"okay," you murmured, tracing a neat box right over his chest. "these are the pectoralis major. big chest muscles. easy." you wrote pec major in bold green letters right across his right pectoral.

"wow, using my body as a cheat sheet. i feel objectified. do it more," satoru chuckled, his chest vibrating under your hand.

"shh! i'm concentrating," you chided, moving your marker up to his shoulder. you traced the rounded muscle cap. "deltoid. anterior, lateral, posterior. it's like a shoulder pad." you carefully scribbled deltoid on his shoulder, giving it a little pat.

"and what about these?" satoru asked, flexing his arm slightly, a proud grin on his face.

you stared at his arm, the marker hovering. "ah! the age-old question. bicep is on the front, tricep is on the back. bicep pulls the arm in, tricep extends it." to cement it in your memory, you drew a giant arrow on his inner arm pointing up labeled bicep, and a matching one on the back labeled tricep.

for the next thirty minutes, satoru’s bedroom turned into a live-action, neon-green anatomy lab. you moved around him like a mad scientist, labeling his serratus anterior (the "rib muscles," as you initially called them), his trapezius, and even trying to map out his abs, though you kept getting distracted because his stomach kept twitching from being tickled by the marker.

"stop laughing, toru, i'm trying to find your external obliques!"

"i can't help it! your hands are cold and that marker is tickling the life out of me!" he gasped, squirming away from the green tip.

finally, you stepped back to admire your handiwork. satoru was covered from the waist up in bright green boxes, arrows, and messy anatomical terms. he looked absolutely ridiculous, completely contrasting his runway-model face.

satoru looked down at himself, then glanced in the vanity mirror across the room. he burst out laughing. "i look like a radioactive paint-by-numbers project."

"you look like an a-plus," you corrected proudly, capping the marker. "i actually remember them now. visual learning is a powerful tool."

satoru smiled, leaning forward and wrapping his green-labeled arms around your waist to pull you into his lap. "glad i could be of service to your education. but you know this stuff washes off, right? what are you going to do during the actual quiz tomorrow when you can't look at my chest?"

you hummed, resting your hands against his (now labeled) pectorals. "i'll just close my eyes and visualize my very hot, very heavily graffitied boyfriend."

"perfect," satoru beamed, kissing your forehead. "but if you get a hundred, you owe me a real date. one where you don't use me as school supplies."

[crybaby-bkg]

sukuna totally eclipses you when he catches you trying to reach something on the top shelf. he doesn’t say anything and he’s too big to be as silent as he is, and he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips at your jolt and slight yelp at his too close proximity. he grabs whatever you’re trying to reach, places it down on the counter in front of you, but he doesn’t move.

you call out his name and his lids lower at the slight tremble of your voice. you twitch just a little, scared to look at him from over your shoulder, scared that his smile may be bloody. he hooks his sharp chin over your shoulder anyway, just to watch how you whale-eye him, like some terrified pup looking a bigger breed in the face.

he presses his entire body against yours until your hips are squished against the counter top. doesn’t say anything as he cups your flank, runs big, hot paws up and down, one cupping your chest, the other fingering your hip. he doesn’t touch you where you tell yourself you—don’t—need it most, and can’t stop yourself from squirming against him. he kisses gently at the corner of your mouth, as gentle as someone with teeth as big as your head can, and pulls away.

you hear only a slight snicker as he stalks away. only then, can you breathe—but barely so. just slightly.