“Everything reminds me of us”

𝙷𝚎𝚋𝚎, 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝙷𝚎𝚛, 𝙿𝚘𝚌, 18+

[hebewebe]

sooo why do yall keep saying kentos dead? like we literally are sipping margaritas on the beach in malaysia rn?????

like cmon yall don’t spread propaganda now esp about nanami☹️

[toxicanonymity]

congress is making a deal to give ICE more funding.

🇺🇲 CALL YOUR SENATORS. You have two. Tell them to defund ICE. Tell Republicans it's their last chance to get on the right side of this. Ask Dems to call it what it is: ICE is kidnapping, assaulting, and murdering people. Say guardrails aren't good enough. De-fund and abolish ICE. No comprimise is acceptable.

All you need is your zipcode with 5calls.

Resistbot is super easy, too.

Heckle Chuck Schumer for his negotiations [He's lead negotiator bc he's Senate Minority Leader]

This post focuses on funding due to deadlines, but there are other relevant bills at play

🌍 OUTSIDE THE US? You can still help. Shame companies that help ICE. Do it on any platform where brands have a presence (insta, x, etc. not tumblr). Delta, Enterprise, Hilton, Home Depot, Target (more info below the cut). Why do it from outside the U.S.?

UPDATES

📢 Feb 4, 2026 UPDATE: Congressional Democrats are supposedly united in a plan to "reign in" (read: NOT de-fund) ICE. THEY COULD MAKE A DEAL ANY DAY AT THIS RATE, even before the 2/13 deadline. Call volume is down. They can't placate us with this.

📢 Feb 5, 2026: 2026 MANSPREADING OLYMPICS anti-ICE event.

MANY of my fics are now private.

Here and on ao3. You can un-private fics by taking action. Otherwise, I can't tell you if/when a fic comes back. Blorbos for Democracy fics are still public.

More info below. You don't have to unlock a fic. You can self-promote, introduce yourself to potential moots, etc. Please share this, and if you host an event, tag me so I can share yours. 18+, no AI.

If you don't think I'm serious: I am very disillusioned with tumblr. Just look at how many people have left entirely. Idk if/when I'll unprivate some of these without participation. I may leave this event open indefinitely for action on various issues.

MY EVENT

WHAT TO DO:

Take the above action(s): 🇺🇸 and/or 🌍 and/or participate in the MANSPREADING OLYMPICS

Send an ask about what you did and which post you want to bring back. If you do both 🇺🇸 and 🌍, you can pick 2

Depending on what you want:

If you want, you can just introduce yourself and your interests and maybe you'll make a moot or 2.

If you're a creator feel free to link to your masterlist or one of your works (fic, art, gifs, whatever).

You dont have to bring back a fic! I can choose one if I know your interests OR we can skip that.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO CARE ABOUT MY FICS!

FYI, Other actions are welcome, too! Ex: Chicagoans sent 150,000 whistles to targeted cities.

Honor system. You can be anon, but please give yourself an emoji or a nickname. Here's a random word generator if it helps.

You can do one ask per day while this is active. If you do 🇺🇲 and 🌍 in the same ask, that means you can unprivate up to 2 fics per day on your own!!

WHAT YOU GET:

Un-private the post(s) of your choice.

If your fave character has a blog, they'll rb your ask and thank you. Ex: @nightwalksjoel

Move into the Cabin: get added to the list of special readers my characters love, with extra 💙s for extra actions.

Cabin residents are also my default tag list for tag games rn 💙

Potentially get seen by thousands of lurkers followers if you linked your work.

Eligible for a special secret bonus prize if you lmk that you use kindle.

Include a 🐮 in ur ask and I'll make you a moodboard from my Pinterest for-you page.

Why am I not writing new ficlets in exchange this time?

I can't do this with any reliability right now due to IRL circumstances. Also, times have changed:

When I posted about ICE a few wks ago, 99.96% of my followers did not engage. Yes, I did the math. I felt the urge to leave, like many people have been. Instead, I started privating my fics. I had been warning everyone.

AND: This is NOT about my prior events, all of which have been a joy, full of the best kind of readers. But people who lurk on my blog, silently getting off to fics, and only ever say "more?"

I'm not a factory. This is a community. Every fic takes care and effort, and it's a two-way street.

If you want a writer around, show it when we post about something important to us. Especially something as non-controversial as innocent people murdered in the street by the government. Please?

Rest assured, if you newly start interacting or come back from a long break, I will embrace you with open arms. I won't shame you or hold it against you. Some of my best friends on here are former lurkers 🌷

. . . . .

Given the state of tumblr, I can't guarantee posts will be unprivated forever on tumblr, but it'll be more than long enough to rb on your own blog with tags so you can keep it, and you'll at least be able to reach them on ao3 again.

FICS LISTED HERE

[s0phslibrary]

And I still see some of yall say ‘make this fic into a character ai pls!’

WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF WATER

Get off those god forsaken generative ai apps or you will go down with those who care

Especially those of you in the fanfic community, you steal your own work by going on c.ai and simultaneously kill us

For those who don’t know, ai takes from fresh water to cool its computer systems and the water can’t be recycled. ChatGPT alone uses 500 million gallons of water a day, and the AI industry used more water last year than the plastic water bottle industry. It also produces nothing original and takes from artists and writers alike.

Please resist and fight against this, it will only change if there is a collective effort ‼️‼️‼️

[izukuspuppy]

ngl the reason i rarely write is cus my inbox is bone dry😞 guys please request im dying

[tteokdoroki]

Yes! I def like to imagine Izuku has been through quite a few relationships and they tend to end cause they find him too much, controlling, obsessive, etc; and he starts to think he’ll never meet anyone to match his energy but then you come along 🤩

🏁 eighteen plus only ! ⋆  minors don’t interact ⋆ smut ⋆ obsessive & controlling behaviour ⋆ power play ⋆ rough sex ? ⋆ codependency ⋆ toxic izuku fem reader

right right exactly!! and it’s not like.. izuku is controlling in a way that makes him a bad guy… he just likes when his partners listen to him!! get all pliant and sweet and malleable when he asks them to do something, be a little good for him… you know? he wants someone who will let them (even if it takes a bit of a fight) look after them, he knows what’s best for you deep down!! he likes to know every little detail about his partners to make sure they never have to lift a finger and most of izuku’s exes didn’t like that. how he knew before they did.

then you come along, a whirlwind of chaos and a work ethic that wears you down to the bone and izuku knows.. this time… it’s you.

a bird with a broken wing that needs to be mended. one hed line to keep in the cage that protects his heart.

you’re a little standoffish at first, overwhelmed by how kind izuku can be. carrying things for you when you hadn’t asked, always there to open a door that you can surely manage. but he likes that, a challenge he can work on until your bends just for him. kacchan calls you feisty, says izuku will have fun breaking you and freaking out over the obsession that blooms for you underneath his skin.

you can be sweet too. always saying please izuku and thank you deku whenever he has the chance to swing by kacchan’s agency to either bring you coffee or pretend he’s going on a coffee run. just an excuse to see you, obsess over the way you’re showing a bit of skin beneath your work cloths today. perhaps for him. enthral him.

the tension sits like lingering spice on his tongue. next to every praise izuku so desperately wants to give you. it ticks up once your skin no longer crawls at his soft touch — lingering as deku guides you into the motions. in crowded spaces, into your seat, back to work. nowadays, your eyes fail to avoid his when suggestions in conversations with him slip into the realm of becoming orders.

he tells you to look both ways when you cross the street to enter work. drink less coffee in the mornings because it’ll help. keep safe in the winter cold and perhaps bring a scarf too. when you don’t listen, especially to that last one — izuku personally ties it for you before the commute home, grinning to himself at your almost-whine when scarred fingers brush the fabric along your soft cheeks. you don’t look like you want to run from him anymore either. having this massive, handsome pro hero and teacher want to take care of your every need is enough to chip away at the stone walls surrounding your heart.

it’s what you needed. he’s what you need.

most importantly, unlike all the rest, you start to lean into izuku for help. you don’t bite back when izu takes care of a problem before it arises, getting rid of the man who sometimes follows you home before you have a chance to look back, over your own shoulder. berating kacchan for all the paperwork he leaves you as he wipes it off the desk. paying for your drinks before you’ve even ordered on a night out with the agency. oh, izuku spoils you with attention and you’re not even his yet. he’s sure you want to be.

because he notices the fact that you’ve noticed something new about yourself. the fact that you like giving up control — after all, you work so hard. you boss people about all day, who wouldn’t want someone to make everything else easy while your brain shuts off?

you’ve grown used to the games izuku plays. note the way your thighs squeeze together when izuku speaks up for you, the way your heart races when he hovers just close enough to make you feel secure, the way his eyes on you feel like a delicious suffocation — you sit up straighter, head held higher like you want to impress him. you always look for him in every room that you enter and squirm like you’re in heat whenever he smiles or whispers a “good job” against the shell of your ear — accompanied by reminders to eat. to do it for him.

you’re not quite sure when it turned into that.

into wanting izuku, into being good for him too.

it doesn’t matter anymore, because, you like it. the idea of giving up yourself to please izuku. you like the idea that he gets off to taking care of you. that’s why you start to feel sick to the stomach at the thought of anyone else having izuku midoriya obsess over them the way he does with you.

it’s obvious that you want him to yourself and be willingly takes his turn. falling victim to your own blossoming obsession. izuku notices the way your words turn sour and mean when you’re jealous. huffing and puffing and pouting, turning your nose up at the pro hero because someone else from the press office smiled at him a little too widely that day. his heart soars at how you’re all over him in front of others — slipping into his lap on a drunken night out with those eyes that beg him to be a good man and take you home.

you never let him inside, not even after leaving lipstick stains on his neck while you’re drunk. not yet, you need to test his loyalty.

so you’re bratty and cold when izuku finally gets you sober and alone. reminding him of how much you hate when izuku’s attention lands on others. you snarl, show him you’re cute little talons and claws and he knows. you’re possessive and protective just like him.

izuku realises then, that you’re perfect for him.

that you match the level of unlikely passion he so desires.

when you fall into bed together and izuku is finally able to make you his — he commands your body like it’s an orchestra in need of a conductor. he teaches you when and how loud to squeal under memorised fingertips that just can’t believe how wet you are, how much you can need izuku without even using words. you become soft and pliant in the way that he throws you about, biceps flexing every time deku flips you into your stomach, side or back. whatever position he thinks is best for your pleasure.

izuku speaks sweet candy webbed words to you but his thrust are mean — heavy and weighty as they break through your hiccuped sniffles and wails for more. more. more. you’re greedy, he should have know that. he’s indulged you way too much and he can’t seem to find it within him to stop — your velvety walls all sloppy and slick hug him tight, wrap around him like it’s fate that your bodies have become intertwined and they milk him just enough to make him whimper between words.

his head feels heavy between his shoulders, swaying with every wild buck deep into your salacious core that calls to him to never leave. you’re so perfect for him, you always have been and when you clamp down on the thick circumference of izuku’s cock he knows — that despite how bratty and stubborn you can be; you’re just as obsessed. you’re never giving him up.

he’s in no better condition, drained in the balls because you told him you can’t live without him cumming inside now — you need proof of his devotion to you if you’re going to let him take control. with izuku pounding into you until your folds are glazed with frothy white, leaving his signature of precum smeared against your insides — you feel like you’re owned, someone that belongs to someone else. it’s like he’s got this goal of filling you to the point where his scent bleeds into your skin and you’re ruined for anyone else. no one else can have you in the way that he gets you.

breeding you is like leaving his mark, his own personal stain on your soul to keep others away and have you wanting more. he bullies you open so good as a reward for letting him have his way with you, heavy balls so plump with seed clapping against your ass as izuku folds you up and forces your knees into your heaving chest. deeper, closer. until you feel his presence tingle in all four of your limbs and all five of your senses.

and in return, you rake your trembling fingers through sweaty damp and forest-y hair — tug on the roots because you know that izuku likes the pain that comes with it. smirking like a sick freak with all of his muscle and weight pinning you down. he curses light, whimpers loud — especially when you’re able to drag your nails down his rippling back and strike claw marks along the speckled golden skin.

wild yet rhythmic that’s turn to slow and sinful grinds of your hips as izuku’s head empties from the pressure. he basks in how you know just when to clench down on his dick, lathered in cream, keeping him selfishly trapped inside of your ripe, juicy cunt. when he leans in close, your name echoing between jittery breaths that over your blazing hot cheeks — you turn your head and let your teeth sink into every inch of his flesh just to prove to the man that he can have all of you as long as he’s ready to give all of himself to you, become your most cherished and prized possession. one only belonging to you.

that’s what gets him off, what has izuku cumming so hard he blacks out on top of you — apologies steaming from between his lips like the streaks of tears running down his freckled cheeks. a mighty hero down on his knees, reduce to a hiccuped mess because not only are you the best pussy he’s ever had in his life. warm, wet, wanting.

but you’re the only one who’s ever been able to keep up. the only one just as obsessive as izuku is. the only one to have matched his freak.

end. - reblogs and comments are always appreciated! just liking doesn't do much so pls motivate this writer if you'd like to see more!!

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © TTEOKDOROKI 2020-26. all fanfics & layouts belong to me. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai, or recommend

[hebewebe]

bro so im writing the smut part for bad decisions right right

How THE FUCK did i forget how to write smut?😭

ive been rewriting this smut scene for that past like week bc thats really what the story is abt yk

hot nerd!min who has a tongue piercing and they fuck at a party yk…. except i cant write the fucking part bc im a stupid chungus🫩🫩

[hebewebe]

teacher deku who smokes cigs on breaks

nnnghhhhh

[hebewebe]

originally wasnt gonna write with christmas so close but now im motivated after being told to just “use ai to finish it then”

Bad Decisions pt 2 here i come

everything else is in the works trust me

[hebewebe]

chat i’ve decided to start writing part 2 of my armin fic (bad decisions) tmrw

i miss writing and need smth small to get me back into so i decided id try and finish up that over the week!

also bc i wanna work on my more longer fics but its been a while since i last wrote something and i dont wanna write anything for my more serious/longer fics and have it be dog ass yk?

[hebewebe]

ik its kinda random but like my fave kinda sukuna x reader is when hes perved out or being his normal self and readers like “stop being such a freak” or like just done with him but not in the angsty way but the “who’s actually shocked anymore?” kinda way

its so stupid and funny and so so dear to me sighhhhh

[typiicalmami-deactivated2015121]

reblog if ur a princess

[sugarwarachan]

alien shouto who is so patient and understanding as you learn the ways of his planet but who doesn’t understand why you’re so alarmed when he licks the warm, soft spot between your thighs as you sleep

[hebewebe]

trust im getting back into writing as soon as im not swamped with schoolwork.

[olivebowl-deactivated20251125]

tonight i bring u dad bkg who just wants to fuck his wife . tomorrow? who knows. (probably more bkg it's all i do)

it’s hungry, the way he’s got you— katsuki’s mouth all over you, teeth on your shoulder, breath hot against your throat, hands everywhere, greedy and starved. the sun isn’t even up but you can feel it— his need, your own. the room is cool, but every inch of you he touches burns.

you’re spread out beneath him, legs bracketed around his hips, one hand fisted in his wild morning hair. katsuki’s biting off his own sounds, gritting his teeth to keep quiet, rutting slow and desperate. you keep arching into him, biting your lip so hard you might bruise.

“god, baby, fuck.” he whispers, so close you can feel his voice more than hear it, his hips rocking against you, his fingers tangled with yours, your other hand clamped over your mouth so you don’t cry out for the whole house to hear.

he’s shaking, sweating, muttering filth into your ear— and you’re both about to come, strung out and so, so close. you can feel him tense, that ragged, trembling edge where he’s about to lose it, and he can feel you right there with him.

and then—

that tiny voice, floating from down the hall:

“… mama?”

you both freeze— katsuki’s eyes blown wide, panic and pure devastation in his face.

“he’ll go back to sleep,” he gasps, rutting his hips once more, desperate, “just a sec, babe, please, i’m so fucking close—”

but then the door handle rattles.

a second soft, and more insistent, “mama?” follows.

the two of you jump— a full-body, heart-stopping jolt. heads bonk together in your mad scramble for decency, you yelping and clutching your forehead, katsuki cursing under his breath, caught mid-thrust and now halfway off the bed.

he’s quick, but not quick enough to avoid smacking his forehead into yours a second time as you both try to untangle. he curses again, but then he softens instantly, cradling your face and kissing your forehead (right where it hurts) with a breathless, sheepish, “sorry, babe, shit— my skull’s a weapon.”

you snort, muffling laughter into your pillow, and hiss at the ache, eyes watering as you hear your little boy outside the door.

rock-paper-scissors is out the window; katsuki’s already grabbing for pyjama pants, grumbling the whole way, but his eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen. “don’t think this gets you off the hook. you owe me. i’m collecting during nap time.”

you stick your tongue out, shameless, watching his back as he pads to the door.

he opens it a crack, hair wild, eyes tired but warm. “what’s up, bud? s’early y’know? me ‘nd mama were sleepin’.”

kichiro blinks up at him, fox plush squished against his chest. “wanna make pancakes, papa. but i want mama.”

katsuki sighs, defeated cause he wanted mama too, and just shakes his head, reaching down to ruffle kichiro’s hair— his hair, copied and plastered onto his sons little head. “yeah, alright. mama's sleepin', gotta let her or she'll get cranky 'rember? gimme a sec, buddy.” the kid nods, shuffles off toward the kitchen, and katsuki throws one last look over his shoulder— full of promise, of bratty pettiness, but mostly affection. “nap time” he mouths, pointing at you with a mock glare.

you grin into the pillow, heart pounding, equal parts frustrated and full. because, really— this is everything you wanted. messy, chaotic, too much love to fit in one bed.

(and nap time is coming. god help you.)

[hebewebe]

my cat just died.

[bfbkg]

— bakugou has a crush on his baby mama

cw: pro hero!bkg. flirty!!! that’s it really!!! minors dni probs gonna make a masterlist for these

YN: do you think you can look after kenji tonight?

YN: sorry it’s so last minute

YN: if not i can ask my mum

You: Sure bring him round whenever

YN: thank you!!! will be at yours in 30

once bakugou katsuki realised he has a crush on his son’s mother or his favourite term, his baby mama, all the interactions between him and you hold a new pressure. not only does he want to be the best father for his son but he wants to be the best person for you. he wants you to like him back.

so he springs up from his seat at his desk where he was just going through his paperwork and eyes the toothpaste stain on his shirt. cannot let you see that. should he take off his rectangle reading glasses? he finds a mirror in his hallway, his hair is flat. his hair is literally never flat— ever. he has to put a little product to fluff it up. and… it is so embarrassing if he does a couple push ups to bulk his arms, but you won’t know. he has caught you looking at his arms once before, gaze lingering interested. maybe he will.

bakugou is baby proofing his apartment, putting his scissors away, heavy gauntlets back in his office, loose screws in a jar, when his doorbell rings. warmth blooms throughout his chest knowing his son is on the other side and you. you’re there too. fuck.

pushing his glasses up his nose (he decided to keep them on) and raking his hands through his hair (yes, he added some product), he jogs over to his front door swinging it open.

“papa!”

the love bakugou katsuki feels for his son is like no other. even though he sees him often, three times a week, this week four, he always looks older. like a day away from him and suddenly he’s going to pop out with a baritone voice and a beard. not yet though, chubby cheeks pressed against his knee and two little arms around his calf.

kenji, looks just like him and you. obviously from having a child together but it’s truly odd to see his own baby pictures come to life. his father’s wheat blonde but less spiky, leaning more to your hair texture at the end. and instead of his ruby eyes, he’s got yours, copy and pasted.

“hey papa! me and you today!”

“hey little man, you okay kenj?” he ruffles his sons hair and like a cat, kenji leans into it.

“ya! mama going!”

then bakugou lands on you, pupils dilated. where the fuck are you going looking like that?

it’s almost amusing, you in your brown suede mini skirt, black cowl neck top showing your tits, makeup done to literal perfection, little baguette handbag on one arm and then kenji’s deku green backpack hanging off your other arm.

your lips are glossy with these cat like eyelashes at the corner of your eyes. you look seductive, like a siren able to lure bakugou out to sea to drown. he’d definitely follow. he’s so careful to mind where his eyes go, not your cleavage, the glitter on your collarbones. also not the length of your legs in those kitten heels and mini skirt. there’s even a slither of stomach and bakugou wants to bite, wants to drag you back into his house and—

wait, where the hell are you going?

“thanks for taking him last minute! i completely forgot i had plans tonight.” you say, and your smile has bakugou’s next breath shaky.

it must be only him in the whole world who has a crush on his baby mama. the woman he’s never dated, only had sex with on a one night stand and has a whole child with.

bakugou sniffs, letting go of kenji so he can run off probably to all the toys he keeps in the living room.

“no problem, always wanna spend more time with him.” he states, crossing his arms. his pupils are about to drop past your chin when he blurts, “you’re not gonna be cold?”

you laugh, loud and sharp, “of course you’d say that. don’t worry, my jacket is in my car.”

“ah okay. you look good,” bakugou cringes inwardly. how the fuck did he flirt his way into your space the first time he met you? it’s been two years now and there’s almost no improvement. can you even be called friends?

you roll your eyes, clearly amused by him.

“thanks katsuki. i wanted to ask if you have any blister plasters? i feel one coming on.” you lift your left foot off the ground for a second, “first time wearing these!”

an excuse to scan the length of your legs, your smooth thighs, ankles, your feet in your little maroon kitten heels. are you going on a date?

a cough rumbles through bakugou, then he nods, “yeah, come inside. i’ll get you one.”

kenji is in the living room, surrounded by big puzzle blocks he’s cutely failing at putting together. “papa!” he shouts, running into the hallway to see you following after bakugou. kenji’s head tilts, a frown, “mama? here?”

a million thoughts rush through bakugou, reasons he can’t date you even if you ever want him back. kenji finds it weird that you’re even in this space. two spaces, mama’s house and papa’s house. everything about how you’ve parented kenji so far has been separate, very clearly separate.

“i’m leaving in a sec, kenj. just getting something from your papa.” and you perch up on a kitchen stool as bakugou reaches into his kitchen cupboard for the blister plasters. kenji comes to stand by you, two chunky puzzle pieces in hand.

“i brought his new books with him and these yoghurt raisins he’s been loving recently incase you didn’t have any,” you hum, resting your hand on kenji’s shoulder.

“damn, always changin’ his favourites. i just bulk bought those dino crackers,” bakugou sighs but it’s all love as he circles his island counter and gets down on his knees before you.

you’re in shock, jumping and crossing your legs over the other, “you don’t have to put it on me? i can do it?”

a hot hand on your ankle and your whole body vibrates with interest. you’re grateful your son deems the situation boring, toddling off back into the living room.

now bakugou katsuki, your baby father, the man who’s half your son and carries half of your sons last name is stupidly gorgeous. there’s a reason why you ended up in bed with him that one and only time, with his thick arms, you can see a two veins running through each of them and his eyes make you want to moan. a deep ruby red that practically twinkle when they look at you. his attention makes you feel powerful, probably the reason he’s so good at running a hero agency, you’d comfortably leave your life in his hands.

and now, with those nerdy cute glasses on his nose bridge, somehow looking like a model with his fluffed up hair and the sight of dino crackers in a tub behind him labelled ‘KENJI’S SNACKS BACK OFF!!’ made by your son, makes you swoon.

you’re the definition of flustered with this strong, domestic, burly man on his knees with a blister plaster in his hand. he could see directly up your skirt if he wanted to.

“nah, it’s fine. this shit doesn’t bother me.” he blinks expectantly waiting for you to hand him your foot.

swears only when your child is away. you wearing your slutty little outfit with this gorgeous man in his sweats and somehow you feel like a princess with him sliding a glass slipper onto your foot.

“you gonna let me or do you wanna just do it?” he removes his hand from your ankle.

you’ve seen clips of bakugou in action. mostly when it’s on the news, always making sure kenji doesn’t see bakugou covered in blood or shouting orders on tv. how sure of himself he stands, the strength he holds when he blasts a villain that multiple pro heroes couldn’t crack. sometimes you drop kenji off to his agency just before bakugou’s about to leave and you see him in all his glory. the boots that give him an extra couple inches, the tight black material that sucks him in and highlights every ab and pectoral. you remember how he nods a hello to you in those moment, with a boyish smirk like he knows what you’re thinking.

you think your baby father is sexy. so what.

you shake your head to rid your thoughts but bakugou takes that to mean you want him off. he adjusts to get up but you place your hand on his shoulder. the movement has him lifting his head to you, lips parted like he was ordered.

“no, i mean it’s fine. just wasn’t expecting it.” then you uncross your leg from over your other. then you joke with a finger pointed at him, “don’t look up my skirt. i wore it hoping nobody will be seeing me from this angle.”

bakugou visibly gulps at that, head ticking, “i fuckin’ hope not.”

calloused finger tips take your calf and with one hand, big fingers fiddle with your heel buckle. you’re almost sure it’s not possible for him to take it off but then it’s swiftly removed and onto the floor.

you blink at him, “what?”

bakugou carries the focus of a trained professional as he studies the sensitive skin around your heel. he ignores your confusion, “where are you goin’ tonight?”

it’s like whiplash, his question so quick after yours. you barely register what he says before you answers, “club in the city. it’s new, apparently has a live jazz band.”

bakugou grunts, wiping the area with a disinfectant wipe. “who with?”

your smile is slow, a realisation forming that you can’t completely confirm yet. “why are you asking that, katsuki?”

then he glances up at you, bottom lip plump and red. you hate that you can still remember what it’s like to kiss him.

“wanna make sure my baby mama is safe. not hangin’ around fuckin’ creeps.”

“ah, you’re asking for kenji?”

you can’t read his eyes yet but there’s a spark of amusement fluttering through them, “sure, let’s use that excuse.”

you roll your eyes and he carefully, lays the plaster on the area. “with a friend.”

“is it a date?” and it’s the nagging at the back of bakugou’s head that makes him ask, the fact he’s needs to know. dying to know.

now you really laugh, undecided if you want to toy with him or not. “and if it is?”

to that bakugou rises to his feet and seated, he feels even taller than usual. the whiff of bakugou’s scent, that caramel sugary scent, reminds you of that night two years ago when he was thrusting into you so sweetly that you could barely remember your name after.

“i hope it’s awful,” he grunts and he feels like a teenager. not a grown ass man and not someone’s grown ass father. he doesn’t know why his finger lands your chin, angling your head to face him. you don’t know why you let him, lips parted like his will land on yours. ruby eyes flicker to your eyes to your lips and the need for contact is imminent.

“you’re so stupid,” you mumble and when you realise the position you’re in, that your son is only next door, you pull away from bakugou katsuki.

bakugou’s left standing where you left him as you scramble away, pulling your shoe back on and buckling it back up with a single hand. you adjust your skirt and you go back into mum mode. “he might ask for something sweet but don’t give it to him, i already gave him ice cream earlier. also ask him about quirk training at school, you’re so much more suited to helping him with that.”

bakugou crosses his arms across his chest. if you want to pretend there’s nothing between you both as you go and meet another man, then sure. he gives you a slow nod, “i will. enjoy your date, yn. though i’m not sure green goes with brown.”

you frown glancing down at your outfit. black cowl neck top, brown suede mini skirt, maroon kitten heels. green where?

“mama! you still here?” kenji appears walking back to you, this time the tv remote in his hand, “you didn’t say bye mama.”

“i was just about to!” you bend down to your sons height, ignoring bakugou’s gaze. “i’m gonna pick you up tomorrow morning, okay? ready for football tomorrow. don’t ask papa for any ice cream, i’ve already told him.”

kenji pouts before landing a big kiss on the top of your head just like where you and bakugou always kiss him. you laugh at the motion, landing a soft kiss on his cheek, “okay, kenj? see you!” you rise and your son begins to wave.

“bye mama!”

bakugou leads you to his front door and green, green, green, still shakes through you until you realise. your fucking green underwear. you spin round with a gasp, bakugou almost falling into you as you halt. stabilising himself with his hand on the wall right beside your head. kenji is still standing behind him, waiting for you to go.

you’re again so close to bakugou, chest to chest and with the realisation that you know what he meant, a smirk grows on his face. so fucking sexy.

“you’re a perv,” you whisper scolding him, finger pointed but it only makes bakugou pretend to bite it by clashing his teeth together.

“have a good night, yn,” he replies, walking forwards as you walk backwards out, “i mean it.”

“BYE MAMA!”

“bye kenj!” and then to bakugou, “i’m watching you.”

“fuckin’ love to hear that.”

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ooohhh this is soooo cutie patootie

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and if i said we shoulda let broski beat kuons ass for betraying them would i be crazy???