hope I get a promotion...

this place is a mess (endearingly)

[kenforty]

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[kenforty]

Guess who has a new obsession with ryan gosling (he's just a guy).

Binge watched almost 8 of his movies in the last 5 days...

[kenforty]

There is a distinct lack of ryan gosling character's fics (or maybe I am just terrible at finding them), guess I'll have to dip my toes in that ocean myself I already have 202 wips fml

[kenforty]

Blanket.

Bakugou doesn't want to say it out loud, doesn't want to insinuate the fact that maybe—just maybe you've been stealing all the blankets at night.

It's summer and he runs warm, this shouldn't be an issue.

But it is.

The ac stays on, blasting cold air into the room, neither of you wanting to sweat through the night.

You lay cozy, surrounded by fluffy warmth, combating the cold air, utterly blissed out.

It keeps Bakugou up all night, eyes squinted at your fast asleep frame, wrapped like a burrito in at least two different blankets, tucked in your little corner on the bed.

He's cold and slightly jealous.

He has on different occasions tried to turn the ac off, slipping back into the bed only to be woken an hour or so later, with a sleepy, "Suki, can I turn the ac on?" It's slurred, you are barely coherent, barely awake but immensely sweaty, courtesy of the two blankets you've accumulated, trapping endless amount of heat.

He had no choice but to walk over and turn the ac back on, watching as you roll over and fall back asleep, dainty manicured fingers taut around the blankets, all whilst cold air blew on his back.

He tries something new—added a third blanket to your shared bed.

"You got new blanket?" You questioned, voice gargled around the toothbrush currently hanging from your mouth.

Bakugou nodded his head, waiting patiently for you to finish getting ready for bed, "Got it as pr, surprisingly good."

You shrugged your shoulders, wiping your hands and following him back to the bedroom.

Next morning, you told Bakugou that the new blanket was comfortable.

Of course it was, not that you gave him a chance to check for himself.

Blankets hoarded-03 Bakugou-00

He'll have to figure something else out.

Dividers by @/diviniyae 💖✨

[kenforty]

Guess who has a new obsession with ryan gosling (he's just a guy).

Binge watched almost 8 of his movies in the last 5 days...

[kenforty]

Hairbrush!Satoru. That's it. MDNI.

Hairbrush!Satoru who is cursed to be well, a hairbrush for all eternity or at least until someone falls in love with him and breaks the curse.

Hairbrush!Satoru who lay abandoned in a drawer of a vintage vanity, decaying in the corner of an antique store, surrounded by the smell of wet wood and dust.

Hairbrush!Satoru who squints his eyes at the sudden burst of light in the drawer, barely even registering the soft hand clasping around his handle.

It's easy to wander off in a store that seems to be filled to the brim with your wishlist, what's not easy is filling over the tag to read an amount that's have your rent.

The vanity before you is ethereal, albeit a little dusty and worn down with age, you don't even bother looking at it's tag, opting to peek into the drawers instead, maybe you'll find something worth it's price.

Empty upon empty drawer, until it isn't, dull thud echoes as a hairbrush rolls forward, pristine white with light blue swirls painted on the back, thin bristles, translucent white and utterly soft to touch, you aren't even sure what hair types it's suited for.

You slide the drawer close, fingers tracing the wooden carving before looking back at the hairbrush in your hand, the only thing that you can afford to buy at the moment.

"Guess you are coming home with me."

It would be embarassing to walk around the store for 20 minutes and not purchase anything, anyways.

Hairbrush!Satoru who stares at you in utter awe, watching as he leaves the store tucked in a pretty little paper bag, leaving behind everything and everyone he came to know.

Hairbrush!Satoru who is delighted to be an accessory on your desk, nudged between your make-up and jewellery stand; who can't help but have hope bloom in his chest.

Hairbrush!Satoru who, for days watch you go through your morning routine, barely even glancing his way, fingers occasionally brushing against him when you nudged him aside to get your hand cream.

Hairbrush!Satoru who can only hope to be chosen by you again, can only hope that his curse is broken soon.

Hairbrush!Satoru who feels your warm hands on himself in the middle of the night, puffs of breath against his back as you press him against your chest, heart beating loudly.

Your intentions are evident when he feels you wrap your lips around the tip of the handle, lathering him with spit, making him glisten in the dim light of the room.

Cheeks hollowing around the shaft as you teased your clit, eyes closing shut.

Hairbrush!Satoru who is utterly blissed out, surrounded by the warm heat of your mouth, feeling every single hollowing of your cheeks, quivering at the quick swirls of your tongue.

Hairbrush!Satoru who watches as you sit against your dresser, brush firmly pressed against your spasming entrance, eyes locked on the reflection ahead.

Soft white bristles of the brush tickling your clit with every thrust, carved wooden handle grinding deliciously against your insides, the thick middle portion stretching your entrance with every thrust.

You aren't even coherent anymore, lost in the way you pleasured yourself, barely able to meet your own eyes in the reflection, looking utterly debauched, t-shirt tucked under your chin, pussy grooling all over the hairbrush, handle sticky and glossy with your slick.

Pulling it out, you rub the tip of the handle against your clit, teasing yourself as your walls spasmed around nothing.

Hairbrush!Satoru who can feel your clit pulse against the tip, hoping you'd press the handle harder against your bud, torture and tease yourself for him, lather him entirely with your slick.

Hairbrush!Satoru who prays to be back in his human form watching as you tire yourself out, poor thing, unable to even properly edge yourself, helplessly succumbing to yet another orgasm, thick, sticky cream coating the handle of the brush.

Turning to your side, you melt into the mattress, legs weak and shaky to even consider cleaning up yourself at the moment.

You lay there, drifting in and out of sleep, handle of the hairbrush still nudged inside your walls, except it feels much thicker and much warmer against your walls and definitely throbbing with a pulse... What?

You did fell in love with that hairbrush.

Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨

[kenforty]

All characters are adults 18+ MDNI

The bells on your anklets make Bakugou's dick hard.

You and Bakugou have been dating for almost a year now. Taking things slow and all.

He didn't really notice the bells because you always wore your hero suit or formal wear, but now that the two of you have moved in together, they have become more prominent. You had been working in the kitchen, chopping up fruits for him while talking. But all Bakugou was thinking about the little tinkles as your feet moved around. It's reminded him of all the times they jingled.

Especially during having sex together. Everytime the bells jingle, Bakugou's mind goes back to the image of folding your thighs till your knees are squishing your breasts and the ankles are jingling right next to his ears.

Your pretty moans almost loud enough to drown out the clinking. The visual image of your teary eyes, as they try to focus on his. The desperation with which you clawed his hands because his thumb was relentless on your clit. The way you tried to press against his belly because he was in too deep.

Or the way your tight little pussy was the opposite. Gooey and tight, each pulse of your cunt seemed to hold him on place. Creamy little rings at the base of his cock, as if to mark him as her own. Squelching with each thrust.

Throbbing little clit, peeking from under the hood. Red and pulsing too.

The image of you cuming around his cock, eyes rolling back, toes curling, fingernails digging into his back. You tilting your head to the side and moaning his name, begging for a little kiss.

The jingle of your anklets, when Bakugou's finally let's go of your thighs and limply rests them on the mattress.

"..Suki..Suki..Babe you like apples that much, huh?", you teased while settling down a tray of fruits and glancing at him.

"what..?" Bakugou questioned you, still a little dazed.

You looked down and he followed, only to see his cock tenting his sweats and oozing pre.

You placed your fingers on his sticky tip and asked "what got you all wet, Suki?"

"the anklets babe, little jingles make my dick hard. Want them ringing in my ears babe" Bakugou replied, while leaning back letting you play with his dick.

[kenforty]

So far, so close.

"When will you be bac—" Your voice is abruptly cut off, speaker screeching before you are back on the screen, nose scrunched as you try and fail to balance it on the cabinet.

Bakugou sighed, eyes endearingly tracing the shape of your face, even pixelated, "Few more weeks, we've go—" He leans over, fiddling with the confusing switches of the hotel room, hoping to find the one that turns off the bedside lamp, "we've got to make sure threat is cleared before flying back home."

He sees you nod your head, fingers smoothening out the wrinkles on the face mask you've been trying to apply, "Miss you so much, Babe."

He can feel the physical ache settling in his chest at the prospect of waiting for weeks to be back home, back with you.

"Miss you too." You muttered, wiping your hands before reaching for the phone, holding it close to your face to truly admire your boyfriend, uncaring that his view is nothing but your blurry forehead and at most your left ear, "It's so quiet without you, I miss your cooking too, you know."

"I know Babe, you finished all the meals I prepared for you?" He asked, trying to make himself comfortable in the rough sheets when you slide into bed, your side full of his pillows. "Yeah I did, ate them all on time too."

"That's my good girl." He praised, grinning as you preened over his words, "What have you been eating now?"

You glanced to the side, pretending to have not heard him, pulling loose threads from your blanket. "Just stuff."

Bakugou quirked his brow, straightening up slightly, thumb absentmindedly tracing the screen along your cheek, "Babe, what have you been eating, come on tell me."

Sighing loudly, you replied, "Made fried rice yesterday, they weren't as good as yours though," he hummed in response, waiting for you to continue, "Ma came by on Wednesday with chicken cutlet and curry too."

It warmed Bakugou's heart to know that his parents got along with you so well, felt at peace knowing that they'd take care of you whilst he was away.

"What about you, are they feeding you good?" You questioned, bringing the phone back towards your face, eyes scanning his figure, once again giving him a beautiful view of your forehead.

"Yeah, it's alright here." He mumbled, smiling softly as you fiddled with the face mask, probably itching to get it off as you grew sleepier, "Still doesn't hit like home though."

You hummed, eyes droopy as you pulled covers closer, "They can't burn cereal to perfection like me."

That pulled a snort out of him, cheeks achey with how much he smiled in the past hour, "I still have no idea what you were trying to achieve."

"Was taking creative liberties," you grinned along with him, eyes twinkling in the dim light of your bedroom, "it back fired."

"It did."

It's quiet for a moment, both of you staring at the bright screen, hoping you were closer than the pixelated image.

"You sleepy?" Bakugou yawned, watching you peel of the face mask, before tossing it in the trash, hands rubbing the leftover serum.

You nodded your head, settling the phone between the headboard and your pillow, "Facetime till we fall asleep?"

"Always."

Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨

[iwanttobeaseme]

Kenjiro Tsuda x Nanami Kento 🐱

[kenforty]

Part 1

Thirst tweets duo.

Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight read thrist tweets.

"You know, this will only air after pr approval, right?" Bakugou tries to be the rational one, level headed, the one that thinks before they speak, because for the first time, he's with someone with a bigger record of well, unfiltered-ness.

"It'll be as appropriate as a thirst tweet video can be." You don't bother looking at him, cheekily winking at the camera instead, cherry red nails tapping against the table.

Bakugou sighed, despite it a grin spread on his lips, "This is Bakugou Katsuki, here for an updated review of the stuff you post online."

"And this is his wifey , here to add personal input." You grinned at him, eyes lingering on his bare chest peeking through his collar.

"She's already distracted." Bakugou laughed out loud, certainly more open and at ease than his solo interview.

Instead of shying away, you turned back to the camera, "Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't do the same." You crudely gestured at his chest, making a motion of groping, "Big breasted men have always been a weakness of mine."

"Man." Bakugou raised his index finger, "Singular, it's me."

You shake your head, chuckling lightly as you reach for the box containing slips of comments, pulling the first one out.

Comment no. 23

By @/lookingather.

"Dynamight's wife once mentioned their affinity for public sex, do you think it's possible for me to ever find their used condom somewhere?"

Bakugou stared at the camera in utter disbelief, "With the way that comment started, I didn't think it'd take such turns."

He turns to look at you, eyes squinting in suspension as you twirled the paper between your fingers.

The camera shifted to your face, soft smile gracing your lips, "It's not possible." You shrugged your shoulders, answering the rhetorical question the comment asked, smiling innocently before continuing, "We don't use cond—"

"Next one!"

Comment no. 12

By @/ballsfullofnitroglycerin.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight looked so good tonight at the hero's award ceremony, all I could think about was them exploring each other's bodies after the show."

Bakugou read the second one out loud, completely cutting you off, ignoring as you cackled loudly beside him. "—exploring each other's body—"

"—we certainly did." You chimed, leaning over to wrap your arms around his shoulders, "before and after the show, I have photo—"

"You are supposed to react to the comments," He puffed his cheeks, feeling slightly shy at your confidence, "You'll worsen the impact on these people."

"The only impact I'll worsen is the one on your chee—"

The entire clip is beeped out, before new take is started, crowd laughing loudly in the background, someone wheezing out their left lung.

"Cut that entire section." Bakugou gestured to the director, shaking his head as you looked at him in disbelief, "We'll be banned Babe, that's too inappropriate."

"You didn't even deny getting your che—"

The clip is cut again.

Comment no. 32

By @/leftatfamilymart.

"Do you think Dynamight's wife will take me as her pet, if I bark enough?"

#pickmechosemeloveme

"He doesn't let me take in strays." You pouted, fiddling with the strip of paper in your hand, peeking at him innocently, "Even though he got a stray kitty last year."

Someone from the production team quipped, "Why don't you, Dynamight?"

He looked between you and the staff, "We are talking about taking in a grown adult, right?" He tucked the paper from your hands, unrolling it, "Leftatfamilymart, first of all I am sorry about your abandonment and second of all do lurk around family mart in Musutafu, she will take you in."

Camera pans to you, grinning mischievously.

Comment no. 124

By @/lookingforlove.

"Gonna be honest with y'all, Mrs. Dynamight has got pretty suckable toes, this isn't even coming from a place of degeneracy, I just feel like they need to be sucked, at least thrice a week.

I hope Mr. Dynamight sucks them."

"Not coming from a place of degeneracy?" Bakugou raised his eyebrow in judgement, clearly unimpressed, "Seems pretty dege—"

"You're jealous, someone out there is going to suck my toes."

"Someone out there is going to suck my toes." He repeated your words, hands raised, middle and forefingers curling to form air quotes, "Do you not realise how scary that sounds."

"Pro-hero Dynamight, finding real threats in the wild." You mocked, hand placed on your forehead as you pretended to scan the crowd, laughing along the production team.

"Lookingforlove you better sleep with one eye open, I am watching you." Bakugou joked, reaching for the box of comments.

You looked at him sceptically, eyes narrowed as you pretended to scan him up and down, faint giggles filled the background.

"What?"

"You wanted Lookingforlove to suck on your toes, didn't you."

"What?!" He huffed in disbelief, "I already had someone wanting to suck on my toes, last time I was here."

"I don't even want you to elaborate." You shook your head, triggering as wave of laughter in the background.

Comment no. 27

By @/Discoballs.

"Just saw Mrs. Dynamight's latest lingerie collection, can Mr. Dynamight even handle all that?" #gotnothingtolose

"I can handle it plenty." Bakugou joked, leaning over to pull the leg of your chair, effortlessly dragging it closer, hand splayed on your knee as he continued, "Plus you can't give her everything I can."

You burst into a fit of giggles, cheeks rosy at his confession, swarm of butterflies fluttering in your belly as you hid behind the box of comments.

Regaining composure you started, "It's true, you might be good um, discoballs, but you'll never one up Katsuki." You admitted, sneaking glances at him through your lashes.

"He's so good to me, takes care of me so well, cooks for me, cleans up after us, everything you can ask for in a man and so much more." You confessed, smiling as Bakugou shyly ducked his head lower, thumb tracing shapes on your knee, you reached over and splayed your hand in his knee, reciprocating the action, before continuing.

"Don't think anyone can ever be as good as Katsuki," You sighed, fiddling with fabric of his pants, "He's so considerate and compassionate and empathetic and he listens to me and he remembers dates and he pounds my hol—"

"Think they got the point." Bakugou sighed, pretending to be stern with you only for a smile to grace his lips, corners of his mouth twitching up as he puffed his chest slightly, "She's prefect and I try my best to be as well."

The crowd awed, faint murmuring filling the studio at how in love Bakugou and you are.

"Should we end on this lovely note?" The production team questioned, camera panning towards Bakugou already hopping off his chair, whilst you cradled the empty box.

"You guys need to up you game." You sassed, taking Bakugou's hand as he helped you off the chair as well, "I thirst harder than y'all combin—"

"Behave!"

"Ooo—"

a/n: apologies for the excessive use of mrs. dynamight because I can't physically use y/n.

Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨

Tags: @tenkosimp @sarabingo @rllyobsessedgirlie @xmmilaeon

[kenforty]

Hii i love ur knight!nanami x reader hc a and i was wondering what happen after they smash do they continue to smash in secret? Since she is a princess does she get set up in an arranged marriage until she tells her father who she truly loves or does she get pregnant and her father is furious and wants to know who the father is but when he finds out it is knight he feels a bit more relieved?

Ahhhh first anon ask, so excited!!!! Extension of this fic.

Was thinking about going with more angst route but I kinda wanna make it fluffy and smutty now.

Perhaps you both do continue with your relationship in secret, sneaking away during the day, Knight!Nanami knows all hidden passages in the castle and he sure does know how to use them.

Knight!Nanami who pulls you along the dimly lit corridor, with each step pulling you further away from the crowded halls, hand surprisingly soft around the supple skin of your wrist.

"Where are you taking me?" Your breathless giggles filled the quiet passage, free hand gathering the fabric of your dress.

"Somewhere far away." Nanami mused, eyes twinkling with mirth, the sudden urge to pepper kisses on your warm cheeks, press you against the walls an—

But you deserved better than that.

The corridor came to an end, leading up to a small garden hidden from the main view of the castle, walls covered by vines as little flowers dangled above the door frame.

"Uh—Kento, when did you find this place?" You whispered, reaching up to pluck tiny flowers from the over hanging plant, before walking back to him and tucking few into his hairs. "Pretty Knight, my pretty Knight."

Knight!Nanami who lets you manhandle him around, lays on the grass beside you, tucking your body between his chest and arm, holding your head against the thumping in his ribcage.

Knight!Nanami who for a moment forgets about his knightship, forgets about your position as the princess, forgets about the thick armour he's meant to be clad in forever guarding you.

Forgets actions have consequences.

Knight!Nanami who holds his breath as you place his palm flat against your belly, his heart aching as your eyes filled with tears, lips quivering as you waited for his response.

He pulls you to his chest, hand tucking your head into the crook of his neck, hiding you away from the world outside.

"Did you—did you tell anyone?" He asked, cradling your face in his hands, palms pressed against your cheeks.

You shook your head, voice breaking as tears streaked down your face, chest heaving as you took in shaky breaths, utterly scared.

Knight!Nanami who hides you away in his chambers, barely scrapping together a plan of escape, worry clouding his mind as he prepares.

Knight!Nanami who packs away your favourite things in a rucksack from books to jewellery to all the little trinkets you collected over the years, hands steady as he barely packs anything for himself.

He glanced over you, blissfully sleeping in his old, worn with age sheets, cheeks plush, lips plump, lashes resting curved, palm of your left hand pressed flushed against your belly, protective even in sleep.

Momentarily, he imagined features of your child, he hoped they had your features, plush cheeks for him to peppers kisses on, eyes that he had fallen in love with.

Knight!Nanami who gently shook you awake, one hand resting on your head, other reaching for your hand.

"Wake up, my princess." He hummed, pressing a kiss against your forehead, heart melting as you groggily looked around, "we need to leave before dawn."

Despite wanting to let you rest, he knew he needed to move, to was only matter of time before the maids started to for the princess.

Knight!Nanami who helps you get on the carriage, donned in his much softer clothes, with just his sword from his armour dangling in his hands.

"We'll go through the forest," He spoke lowly, eyes scanning the area for people, before turning back to you, "It'll take few hours to exit the territory, I have fresh fruits packed in here for you."

He reached over fixing your dress, making sure you are tucked further inside the carriage, hand clasped around your ankle giving it a squeeze before he pulled the curtains down, hiding you away.

Knight!Nanami who embarked on a journey far, far away from a place he'd once learned to call home, stealing away their precious daughter, the princess, you.

Knight!Nanami who often looks back into the carriage, watching as you patiently waited to reach a destination you had no idea about, trusting him completely.

"Have some, Kento." His thoughts are interrupted by your sweet voice, looking back to see you extending a hand cradling a piece of bread, "It's been a long journey so far."

Knight!Nanami who reaches a town where he grew up before leaving for knightship, stopping the carriage just before an old house, locked away and left to rot.

The keys jingle in his pants as he stepped off the carriage, eyes drifting towards the vast land stretching before him, "We're here." He announced, quickly stepping around to help you off the carriage.

"Where are we?" You questioned, pressing yourself against him for comfort, looking around towards the house.

"My grandmother's house," Nanami answered, pulling you towards the gate, being mindful of the vines growing everywhere, "We'll be safe here ."

Husband!Nanami who marries you in a small wedding by his grandmother's house, hand cradling your wrist as you read vows to one another.

Husband!Nanami who pulls you to stand by his side, "Ready to head home, my wife?" He hummed against your cheek, pressing a kiss against your temple, arms wrapping around your back as you nodded your head.

Husband!Nanami who gives you a happily ever after.

[kenforty]

Part 1

Thirst tweets duo.

Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight read thrist tweets.

"You know, this will only air after pr approval, right?" Bakugou tries to be the rational one, level headed, the one that thinks before they speak, because for the first time, he's with someone with a bigger record of well, unfiltered-ness.

"It'll be as appropriate as a thirst tweet video can be." You don't bother looking at him, cheekily winking at the camera instead, cherry red nails tapping against the table.

Bakugou sighed, despite it a grin spread on his lips, "This is Bakugou Katsuki, here for an updated review of the stuff you post online."

"And this is his wifey , here to add personal input." You grinned at him, eyes lingering on his bare chest peeking through his collar.

"She's already distracted." Bakugou laughed out loud, certainly more open and at ease than his solo interview.

Instead of shying away, you turned back to the camera, "Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't do the same." You crudely gestured at his chest, making a motion of groping, "Big breasted men have always been a weakness of mine."

"Man." Bakugou raised his index finger, "Singular, it's me."

You shake your head, chuckling lightly as you reach for the box containing slips of comments, pulling the first one out.

Comment no. 23

By @/lookingather.

"Dynamight's wife once mentioned their affinity for public sex, do you think it's possible for me to ever find their used condom somewhere?"

Bakugou stared at the camera in utter disbelief, "With the way that comment started, I didn't think it'd take such turns."

He turns to look at you, eyes squinting in suspension as you twirled the paper between your fingers.

The camera shifted to your face, soft smile gracing your lips, "It's not possible." You shrugged your shoulders, answering the rhetorical question the comment asked, smiling innocently before continuing, "We don't use cond—"

"Next one!"

Comment no. 12

By @/ballsfullofnitroglycerin.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight looked so good tonight at the hero's award ceremony, all I could think about was them exploring each other's bodies after the show."

Bakugou read the second one out loud, completely cutting you off, ignoring as you cackled loudly beside him. "—exploring each other's body—"

"—we certainly did." You chimed, leaning over to wrap your arms around his shoulders, "before and after the show, I have photo—"

"You are supposed to react to the comments," He puffed his cheeks, feeling slightly shy at your confidence, "You'll worsen the impact on these people."

"The only impact I'll worsen is the one on your chee—"

The entire clip is beeped out, before new take is started, crowd laughing loudly in the background, someone wheezing out their left lung.

"Cut that entire section." Bakugou gestured to the director, shaking his head as you looked at him in disbelief, "We'll be banned Babe, that's too inappropriate."

"You didn't even deny getting your che—"

The clip is cut again.

Comment no. 32

By @/leftatfamilymart.

"Do you think Dynamight's wife will take me as her pet, if I bark enough?"

#pickmechosemeloveme

"He doesn't let me take in strays." You pouted, fiddling with the strip of paper in your hand, peeking at him innocently, "Even though he got a stray kitty last year."

Someone from the production team quipped, "Why don't you, Dynamight?"

He looked between you and the staff, "We are talking about taking in a grown adult, right?" He tucked the paper from your hands, unrolling it, "Leftatfamilymart, first of all I am sorry about your abandonment and second of all do lurk around family mart in Musutafu, she will take you in."

Camera pans to you, grinning mischievously.

Comment no. 124

By @/lookingforlove.

"Gonna be honest with y'all, Mrs. Dynamight has got pretty suckable toes, this isn't even coming from a place of degeneracy, I just feel like they need to be sucked, at least thrice a week.

I hope Mr. Dynamight sucks them."

"Not coming from a place of degeneracy?" Bakugou raised his eyebrow in judgement, clearly unimpressed, "Seems pretty dege—"

"You're jealous, someone out there is going to suck my toes."

"Someone out there is going to suck my toes." He repeated your words, hands raised, middle and forefingers curling to form air quotes, "Do you not realise how scary that sounds."

"Pro-hero Dynamight, finding real threats in the wild." You mocked, hand placed on your forehead as you pretended to scan the crowd, laughing along the production team.

"Lookingforlove you better sleep with one eye open, I am watching you." Bakugou joked, reaching for the box of comments.

You looked at him sceptically, eyes narrowed as you pretended to scan him up and down, faint giggles filled the background.

"What?"

"You wanted Lookingforlove to suck on your toes, didn't you."

"What?!" He huffed in disbelief, "I already had someone wanting to suck on my toes, last time I was here."

"I don't even want you to elaborate." You shook your head, triggering as wave of laughter in the background.

Comment no. 27

By @/Discoballs.

"Just saw Mrs. Dynamight's latest lingerie collection, can Mr. Dynamight even handle all that?" #gotnothingtolose

"I can handle it plenty." Bakugou joked, leaning over to pull the leg of your chair, effortlessly dragging it closer, hand splayed on your knee as he continued, "Plus you can't give her everything I can."

You burst into a fit of giggles, cheeks rosy at his confession, swarm of butterflies fluttering in your belly as you hid behind the box of comments.

Regaining composure you started, "It's true, you might be good um, discoballs, but you'll never one up Katsuki." You admitted, sneaking glances at him through your lashes.

"He's so good to me, takes care of me so well, cooks for me, cleans up after us, everything you can ask for in a man and so much more." You confessed, smiling as Bakugou shyly ducked his head lower, thumb tracing shapes on your knee, you reached over and splayed your hand in his knee, reciprocating the action, before continuing.

"Don't think anyone can ever be as good as Katsuki," You sighed, fiddling with fabric of his pants, "He's so considerate and compassionate and empathetic and he listens to me and he remembers dates and he pounds my hol—"

"Think they got the point." Bakugou sighed, pretending to be stern with you only for a smile to grace his lips, corners of his mouth twitching up as he puffed his chest slightly, "She's prefect and I try my best to be as well."

The crowd awed, faint murmuring filling the studio at how in love Bakugou and you are.

"Should we end on this lovely note?" The production team questioned, camera panning towards Bakugou already hopping off his chair, whilst you cradled the empty box.

"You guys need to up you game." You sassed, taking Bakugou's hand as he helped you off the chair as well, "I thirst harder than y'all combin—"

"Behave!"

"Ooo—"

a/n: apologies for the excessive use of mrs. dynamight because I can't physically use y/n.

Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨

Tags: @tenkosimp @sarabingo @rllyobsessedgirlie @xmmilaeon

[kenforty]

Part 1

Thirst tweets duo.

Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight read thrist tweets.

"You know, this will only air after pr approval, right?" Bakugou tries to be the rational one, level headed, the one that thinks before they speak, because for the first time, he's with someone with a bigger record of well, unfiltered-ness.

"It'll be as appropriate as a thirst tweet video can be." You don't bother looking at him, cheekily winking at the camera instead, cherry red nails tapping against the table.

Bakugou sighed, despite it a grin spread on his lips, "This is Bakugou Katsuki, here for an updated review of the stuff you post online."

"And this is his wifey , here to add personal input." You grinned at him, eyes lingering on his bare chest peeking through his collar.

"She's already distracted." Bakugou laughed out loud, certainly more open and at ease than his solo interview.

Instead of shying away, you turned back to the camera, "Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't do the same." You crudely gestured at his chest, making a motion of groping, "Big breasted men have always been a weakness of mine."

"Man." Bakugou raised his index finger, "Singular, it's me."

You shake your head, chuckling lightly as you reach for the box containing slips of comments, pulling the first one out.

Comment no. 23

By @/lookingather.

"Dynamight's wife once mentioned their affinity for public sex, do you think it's possible for me to ever find their used condom somewhere?"

Bakugou stared at the camera in utter disbelief, "With the way that comment started, I didn't think it'd take such turns."

He turns to look at you, eyes squinting in suspension as you twirled the paper between your fingers.

The camera shifted to your face, soft smile gracing your lips, "It's not possible." You shrugged your shoulders, answering the rhetorical question the comment asked, smiling innocently before continuing, "We don't use cond—"

"Next one!"

Comment no. 12

By @/ballsfullofnitroglycerin.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight looked so good tonight at the hero's award ceremony, all I could think about was them exploring each other's bodies after the show."

Bakugou read the second one out loud, completely cutting you off, ignoring as you cackled loudly beside him. "—exploring each other's body—"

"—we certainly did." You chimed, leaning over to wrap your arms around his shoulders, "before and after the show, I have photo—"

"You are supposed to react to the comments," He puffed his cheeks, feeling slightly shy at your confidence, "You'll worsen the impact on these people."

"The only impact I'll worsen is the one on your chee—"

The entire clip is beeped out, before new take is started, crowd laughing loudly in the background, someone wheezing out their left lung.

"Cut that entire section." Bakugou gestured to the director, shaking his head as you looked at him in disbelief, "We'll be banned Babe, that's too inappropriate."

"You didn't even deny getting your che—"

The clip is cut again.

Comment no. 32

By @/leftatfamilymart.

"Do you think Dynamight's wife will take me as her pet, if I bark enough?"

#pickmechosemeloveme

"He doesn't let me take in strays." You pouted, fiddling with the strip of paper in your hand, peeking at him innocently, "Even though he got a stray kitty last year."

Someone from the production team quipped, "Why don't you, Dynamight?"

He looked between you and the staff, "We are talking about taking in a grown adult, right?" He tucked the paper from your hands, unrolling it, "Leftatfamilymart, first of all I am sorry about your abandonment and second of all do lurk around family mart in Musutafu, she will take you in."

Camera pans to you, grinning mischievously.

Comment no. 124

By @/lookingforlove.

"Gonna be honest with y'all, Mrs. Dynamight has got pretty suckable toes, this isn't even coming from a place of degeneracy, I just feel like they need to be sucked, at least thrice a week.

I hope Mr. Dynamight sucks them."

"Not coming from a place of degeneracy?" Bakugou raised his eyebrow in judgement, clearly unimpressed, "Seems pretty dege—"

"You're jealous, someone out there is going to suck my toes."

"Someone out there is going to suck my toes." He repeated your words, hands raised, middle and forefingers curling to form air quotes, "Do you not realise how scary that sounds."

"Pro-hero Dynamight, finding real threats in the wild." You mocked, hand placed on your forehead as you pretended to scan the crowd, laughing along the production team.

"Lookingforlove you better sleep with one eye open, I am watching you." Bakugou joked, reaching for the box of comments.

You looked at him sceptically, eyes narrowed as you pretended to scan him up and down, faint giggles filled the background.

"What?"

"You wanted Lookingforlove to suck on your toes, didn't you."

"What?!" He huffed in disbelief, "I already had someone wanting to suck on my toes, last time I was here."

"I don't even want you to elaborate." You shook your head, triggering as wave of laughter in the background.

Comment no. 27

By @/Discoballs.

"Just saw Mrs. Dynamight's latest lingerie collection, can Mr. Dynamight even handle all that?" #gotnothingtolose

"I can handle it plenty." Bakugou joked, leaning over to pull the leg of your chair, effortlessly dragging it closer, hand splayed on your knee as he continued, "Plus you can't give her everything I can."

You burst into a fit of giggles, cheeks rosy at his confession, swarm of butterflies fluttering in your belly as you hid behind the box of comments.

Regaining composure you started, "It's true, you might be good um, discoballs, but you'll never one up Katsuki." You admitted, sneaking glances at him through your lashes.

"He's so good to me, takes care of me so well, cooks for me, cleans up after us, everything you can ask for in a man and so much more." You confessed, smiling as Bakugou shyly ducked his head lower, thumb tracing shapes on your knee, you reached over and splayed your hand in his knee, reciprocating the action, before continuing.

"Don't think anyone can ever be as good as Katsuki," You sighed, fiddling with fabric of his pants, "He's so considerate and compassionate and empathetic and he listens to me and he remembers dates and he pounds my hol—"

"Think they got the point." Bakugou sighed, pretending to be stern with you only for a smile to grace his lips, corners of his mouth twitching up as he puffed his chest slightly, "She's prefect and I try my best to be as well."

The crowd awed, faint murmuring filling the studio at how in love Bakugou and you are.

"Should we end on this lovely note?" The production team questioned, camera panning towards Bakugou already hopping off his chair, whilst you cradled the empty box.

"You guys need to up you game." You sassed, taking Bakugou's hand as he helped you off the chair as well, "I thirst harder than y'all combin—"

"Behave!"

"Ooo—"

a/n: apologies for the excessive use of mrs. dynamight because I can't physically use y/n.

Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨

Tags: @tenkosimp @sarabingo @rllyobsessedgirlie @xmmilaeon

[kenforty]

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[kenforty]

Hii i love ur knight!nanami x reader hc a and i was wondering what happen after they smash do they continue to smash in secret? Since she is a princess does she get set up in an arranged marriage until she tells her father who she truly loves or does she get pregnant and her father is furious and wants to know who the father is but when he finds out it is knight he feels a bit more relieved?

Ahhhh first anon ask, so excited!!!! Extension of this fic.

Was thinking about going with more angst route but I kinda wanna make it fluffy and smutty now.

Perhaps you both do continue with your relationship in secret, sneaking away during the day, Knight!Nanami knows all hidden passages in the castle and he sure does know how to use them.

Knight!Nanami who pulls you along the dimly lit corridor, with each step pulling you further away from the crowded halls, hand surprisingly soft around the supple skin of your wrist.

"Where are you taking me?" Your breathless giggles filled the quiet passage, free hand gathering the fabric of your dress.

"Somewhere far away." Nanami mused, eyes twinkling with mirth, the sudden urge to pepper kisses on your warm cheeks, press you against the walls an—

But you deserved better than that.

The corridor came to an end, leading up to a small garden hidden from the main view of the castle, walls covered by vines as little flowers dangled above the door frame.

"Uh—Kento, when did you find this place?" You whispered, reaching up to pluck tiny flowers from the over hanging plant, before walking back to him and tucking few into his hairs. "Pretty Knight, my pretty Knight."

Knight!Nanami who lets you manhandle him around, lays on the grass beside you, tucking your body between his chest and arm, holding your head against the thumping in his ribcage.

Knight!Nanami who for a moment forgets about his knightship, forgets about your position as the princess, forgets about the thick armour he's meant to be clad in forever guarding you.

Forgets actions have consequences.

Knight!Nanami who holds his breath as you place his palm flat against your belly, his heart aching as your eyes filled with tears, lips quivering as you waited for his response.

He pulls you to his chest, hand tucking your head into the crook of his neck, hiding you away from the world outside.

"Did you—did you tell anyone?" He asked, cradling your face in his hands, palms pressed against your cheeks.

You shook your head, voice breaking as tears streaked down your face, chest heaving as you took in shaky breaths, utterly scared.

Knight!Nanami who hides you away in his chambers, barely scrapping together a plan of escape, worry clouding his mind as he prepares.

Knight!Nanami who packs away your favourite things in a rucksack from books to jewellery to all the little trinkets you collected over the years, hands steady as he barely packs anything for himself.

He glanced over you, blissfully sleeping in his old, worn with age sheets, cheeks plush, lips plump, lashes resting curved, palm of your left hand pressed flushed against your belly, protective even in sleep.

Momentarily, he imagined features of your child, he hoped they had your features, plush cheeks for him to peppers kisses on, eyes that he had fallen in love with.

Knight!Nanami who gently shook you awake, one hand resting on your head, other reaching for your hand.

"Wake up, my princess." He hummed, pressing a kiss against your forehead, heart melting as you groggily looked around, "we need to leave before dawn."

Despite wanting to let you rest, he knew he needed to move, to was only matter of time before the maids started to for the princess.

Knight!Nanami who helps you get on the carriage, donned in his much softer clothes, with just his sword from his armour dangling in his hands.

"We'll go through the forest," He spoke lowly, eyes scanning the area for people, before turning back to you, "It'll take few hours to exit the territory, I have fresh fruits packed in here for you."

He reached over fixing your dress, making sure you are tucked further inside the carriage, hand clasped around your ankle giving it a squeeze before he pulled the curtains down, hiding you away.

Knight!Nanami who embarked on a journey far, far away from a place he'd once learned to call home, stealing away their precious daughter, the princess, you.

Knight!Nanami who often looks back into the carriage, watching as you patiently waited to reach a destination you had no idea about, trusting him completely.

"Have some, Kento." His thoughts are interrupted by your sweet voice, looking back to see you extending a hand cradling a piece of bread, "It's been a long journey so far."

Knight!Nanami who reaches a town where he grew up before leaving for knightship, stopping the carriage just before an old house, locked away and left to rot.

The keys jingle in his pants as he stepped off the carriage, eyes drifting towards the vast land stretching before him, "We're here." He announced, quickly stepping around to help you off the carriage.

"Where are we?" You questioned, pressing yourself against him for comfort, looking around towards the house.

"My grandmother's house," Nanami answered, pulling you towards the gate, being mindful of the vines growing everywhere, "We'll be safe here ."

Husband!Nanami who marries you in a small wedding by his grandmother's house, hand cradling your wrist as you read vows to one another.

Husband!Nanami who pulls you to stand by his side, "Ready to head home, my wife?" He hummed against your cheek, pressing a kiss against your temple, arms wrapping around your back as you nodded your head.

Husband!Nanami who gives you a happily ever after.

[kenforty]

Hairbrush!Satoru. That's it. MDNI.

Hairbrush!Satoru who is cursed to be well, a hairbrush for all eternity or at least until someone falls in love with him and breaks the curse.

Hairbrush!Satoru who lay abandoned in a drawer of a vintage vanity, decaying in the corner of an antique store, surrounded by the smell of wet wood and dust.

Hairbrush!Satoru who squints his eyes at the sudden burst of light in the drawer, barely even registering the soft hand clasping around his handle.

It's easy to wander off in a store that seems to be filled to the brim with your wishlist, what's not easy is filling over the tag to read an amount that's have your rent.

The vanity before you is ethereal, albeit a little dusty and worn down with age, you don't even bother looking at it's tag, opting to peek into the drawers instead, maybe you'll find something worth it's price.

Empty upon empty drawer, until it isn't, dull thud echoes as a hairbrush rolls forward, pristine white with light blue swirls painted on the back, thin bristles, translucent white and utterly soft to touch, you aren't even sure what hair types it's suited for.

You slide the drawer close, fingers tracing the wooden carving before looking back at the hairbrush in your hand, the only thing that you can afford to buy at the moment.

"Guess you are coming home with me."

It would be embarassing to walk around the store for 20 minutes and not purchase anything, anyways.

Hairbrush!Satoru who stares at you in utter awe, watching as he leaves the store tucked in a pretty little paper bag, leaving behind everything and everyone he came to know.

Hairbrush!Satoru who is delighted to be an accessory on your desk, nudged between your make-up and jewellery stand; who can't help but have hope bloom in his chest.

Hairbrush!Satoru who, for days watch you go through your morning routine, barely even glancing his way, fingers occasionally brushing against him when you nudged him aside to get your hand cream.

Hairbrush!Satoru who can only hope to be chosen by you again, can only hope that his curse is broken soon.

Hairbrush!Satoru who feels your warm hands on himself in the middle of the night, puffs of breath against his back as you press him against your chest, heart beating loudly.

Your intentions are evident when he feels you wrap your lips around the tip of the handle, lathering him with spit, making him glisten in the dim light of the room.

Cheeks hollowing around the shaft as you teased your clit, eyes closing shut.

Hairbrush!Satoru who is utterly blissed out, surrounded by the warm heat of your mouth, feeling every single hollowing of your cheeks, quivering at the quick swirls of your tongue.

Hairbrush!Satoru who watches as you sit against your dresser, brush firmly pressed against your spasming entrance, eyes locked on the reflection ahead.

Soft white bristles of the brush tickling your clit with every thrust, carved wooden handle grinding deliciously against your insides, the thick middle portion stretching your entrance with every thrust.

You aren't even coherent anymore, lost in the way you pleasured yourself, barely able to meet your own eyes in the reflection, looking utterly debauched, t-shirt tucked under your chin, pussy grooling all over the hairbrush, handle sticky and glossy with your slick.

Pulling it out, you rub the tip of the handle against your clit, teasing yourself as your walls spasmed around nothing.

Hairbrush!Satoru who can feel your clit pulse against the tip, hoping you'd press the handle harder against your bud, torture and tease yourself for him, lather him entirely with your slick.

Hairbrush!Satoru who prays to be back in his human form watching as you tire yourself out, poor thing, unable to even properly edge yourself, helplessly succumbing to yet another orgasm, thick, sticky cream coating the handle of the brush.

Turning to your side, you melt into the mattress, legs weak and shaky to even consider cleaning up yourself at the moment.

You lay there, drifting in and out of sleep, handle of the hairbrush still nudged inside your walls, except it feels much thicker and much warmer against your walls and definitely throbbing with a pulse... What?

You did fell in love with that hairbrush.

Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨

[kenforty]

Zero game.

✧˖°. Starring: Loserboy!Bakugou

It's not the end of the world.

It might be.

Kirishima is still putting his elbow into his left ribs, at least to the point where he can feel dull ache beginning to spread, if he closed his eyes and counted to 10 and focused on regulating his breath—

"—best way to woo a girl, prominent dick print."

Whatever relaxation methodology Bakugou was about to adopt is tossed out of the window by Kaminari chirping, utterly drunk, exactly 2.5 drinks away from throwing up on the bar, 3 drinks away from being kicked out.

"I don't have a peener." Mina whined, genuinely distraught, eyes glossy with tears at the implications, "Someone lend me a cock real quick."

Kirishima is laughing beside him, sober and actually enjoying the company of their friends, disgusting.

It wouldn't have been bad if it was another evening at the bar, heck he might actually enjoy this tomfoolery too.

But it isn't.

Because you are perched on his right, donned in your work clothes, hairs tied up, despite the exhaustion evident on your face, you seemed to be enjoying yourself as well.

"You don't need a penis, Mina." You sighed leaning over to sympathetically pat her arm, sneakily pushing the remaining glasses away from her, she didn't need to drink anymore.

Bakugou turned his head slightly, eyes lingering on the glass table in front of you, reflecting an image of you biting your lip, cheeks rosy from the drink you had.

"Think we should take them home?"

It takes him a minute to figure out you are speaking to him and 2 more to gather his bearings when he noticed the lack of proximity between your faces.

"Hmm?" You hummed in question, wondering if he even heard your question or not, "You didn't drink right?"

Your lips are moving, in the back of his mind, Bakugou knows you're talking to him, but all he can focus is the faded gloss on your lips, sheen layer of sweat covering your collar bones, hairs failing from your hair tie—

"We didn't." Kirishima's voice cut through his chain of thoughts, before a big palm slapped the back of his shoulder, roughly, it'll bruise, "I'll take care of them, why don't you head home with Bakugou?"

You nod your head, a little tipsy, a lot more tired, hand gently pushing against the glass table so you could get off your stool, "I'll grab my stuff, alright?" You pat against Bakugou's other shoulder, gentle, it'll tingle for the rest of the night.

"Bro, this is embarassing." Kaminari hissed, even in his drunken stupor Kaminari noticed how pathetic Bakugou was being, his face flushed red, nose scrunched as he leaned over the table to whisper-shout his opinion, breath reeking of alcohol, "Stop daydreaming bro, do something."

Before Bakugou could even swat him away, you reappear with your jacket, hands tucking your wallet in to your pocket, face glowing from the light of your phone.

Bakugou abruptly leaves the table, almost tripping over, weakly stabilized by your arm.

"Careful." You mumbled, eyes drifting up to meet his, tilting to ensure he couldn't escape your gaze.

Fortunately you don't comment further, bidding farewell and leaving behind a giggling mess of people.

The walk to the car was silent, not awkward, mostly filled with anticipation and slight concern.

"You alright?" Stopping few steps away from his porsche, heels clicking against the concrete, you sway a little watching as he fumbled with his car keys, dropping them once with a dull clink.

"Hmm, yeah, all good," He answered, words leaving his lips for the first time in the evening, "Just tired, that's all."

"That's all?" You watch him speed walking towards the passenger door, helplessly avoiding your eyes, awkwardly standing by the opened car door waiting for you, "You seem a bit... jittery."

"It's cold." He huffed, eyes scanning to make sure you are properly settled in, before closing the door shut and getting behind the wheel.

It's difficult to meet his eyes, especially when he is so adamant on keeping them focused on the road, even if the car is still parked.

You reach over, turning the heat on, leaning back to melt into the plush cushion of his car, vaguely aware of the ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum— rapid thumping of heartbeat echoing in the car, your own raising a little at the implication.

"Warm enough?" You asked again, hoping you aren't crowding him.

He nodded his head, contemplated continuing talking before deciding against it, reviving the engine, he'd only say something stupid anyways.

"You want music?" He muttered, hand already hovering over the console, awkwardly waiting for your answer.

"Sure." You leaned against the car seat, "Play whatever you usually listen to—"

A verse of stay with me blares through the the car, loud enough that you winced, watching him quickly turning the volume low.

"Sorry...about that." He blinked at the road, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Just feeling a little nervous... here, with you."

You pulled at the threads of your shirt, peering at him through your lashes, face flushed at his... confession.

The rest of the ride is quiet, mostly filled with low hum of songs on the radio and anticipation.

It doesn't take long for him to reach your apartment building, ever the gentleman accompanying you to the front door.

You linger at the apartment door, fiddling with the keys on your hand, despite knowing exactly which one unlocks the door.

"I don't—" You start, eyes fleeting from his towards the hallway, less avoidant more shy, "I don't want to read this wrong—"

"You won't—" Bakugou cut you off, abrupt and awkward, shifting his weight from one leg to another, "You won't, I mean I am interested in you, it's just I didn't know how to ask." He ran a hand through his hairs, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, you're beautiful and smart and so cool, you deserve a good proposal—"

You let him ramble, crossing your arms and leaving against the door frame, you watch as he rambling slowly fades out, eyes locked onto your frame, mouth agape.

"I have leftover curry and rice from lunch." You turn to unlock the door, stepping in and leaving it wide open, your jacket abandoned on the hanger.

Bakugou follows you inside, taking his shoes off by the door, tucking them closer to your heels.

"We can have dinner, sleep and go on a breakfast date?" You suggested, sleeves of your shirt rolled to your elbows as you bend to look into the fridge, pulling out a container of food, "How does that sound, Katsuki?"

Hardness🪨: Bro get a grip on reality, you were staring at her like an idiot. 11:23 pm.

Dunce⚡: and drooling too, pathetic. 11:24 pm

Pink👽: I still don't have a penis 😔 11:34 pm

Hardness🪨: I'll give you one tonight. 11:35 pm

Dunce⚡: Daddy chill 🫪🫪. 11:36 pm

Bakubro💥 has left the chat.

Hardness🪨 added Bakubro to the chat.

Bakubro💥: Sometimes being pathetic does get you places. 6:32 am

Dunce⚡: Did Eijirou give you penis too? 7:58 am

Bakubro💥 has left the chat.

Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨

[kenforty]

Hii i love ur knight!nanami x reader hc a and i was wondering what happen after they smash do they continue to smash in secret? Since she is a princess does she get set up in an arranged marriage until she tells her father who she truly loves or does she get pregnant and her father is furious and wants to know who the father is but when he finds out it is knight he feels a bit more relieved?

Ahhhh first anon ask, so excited!!!! Extension of this fic.

Was thinking about going with more angst route but I kinda wanna make it fluffy and smutty now.

Perhaps you both do continue with your relationship in secret, sneaking away during the day, Knight!Nanami knows all hidden passages in the castle and he sure does know how to use them.

Knight!Nanami who pulls you along the dimly lit corridor, with each step pulling you further away from the crowded halls, hand surprisingly soft around the supple skin of your wrist.

"Where are you taking me?" Your breathless giggles filled the quiet passage, free hand gathering the fabric of your dress.

"Somewhere far away." Nanami mused, eyes twinkling with mirth, the sudden urge to pepper kisses on your warm cheeks, press you against the walls an—

But you deserved better than that.

The corridor came to an end, leading up to a small garden hidden from the main view of the castle, walls covered by vines as little flowers dangled above the door frame.

"Uh—Kento, when did you find this place?" You whispered, reaching up to pluck tiny flowers from the over hanging plant, before walking back to him and tucking few into his hairs. "Pretty Knight, my pretty Knight."

Knight!Nanami who lets you manhandle him around, lays on the grass beside you, tucking your body between his chest and arm, holding your head against the thumping in his ribcage.

Knight!Nanami who for a moment forgets about his knightship, forgets about your position as the princess, forgets about the thick armour he's meant to be clad in forever guarding you.

Forgets actions have consequences.

Knight!Nanami who holds his breath as you place his palm flat against your belly, his heart aching as your eyes filled with tears, lips quivering as you waited for his response.

He pulls you to his chest, hand tucking your head into the crook of his neck, hiding you away from the world outside.

"Did you—did you tell anyone?" He asked, cradling your face in his hands, palms pressed against your cheeks.

You shook your head, voice breaking as tears streaked down your face, chest heaving as you took in shaky breaths, utterly scared.

Knight!Nanami who hides you away in his chambers, barely scrapping together a plan of escape, worry clouding his mind as he prepares.

Knight!Nanami who packs away your favourite things in a rucksack from books to jewellery to all the little trinkets you collected over the years, hands steady as he barely packs anything for himself.

He glanced over you, blissfully sleeping in his old, worn with age sheets, cheeks plush, lips plump, lashes resting curved, palm of your left hand pressed flushed against your belly, protective even in sleep.

Momentarily, he imagined features of your child, he hoped they had your features, plush cheeks for him to peppers kisses on, eyes that he had fallen in love with.

Knight!Nanami who gently shook you awake, one hand resting on your head, other reaching for your hand.

"Wake up, my princess." He hummed, pressing a kiss against your forehead, heart melting as you groggily looked around, "we need to leave before dawn."

Despite wanting to let you rest, he knew he needed to move, to was only matter of time before the maids started to for the princess.

Knight!Nanami who helps you get on the carriage, donned in his much softer clothes, with just his sword from his armour dangling in his hands.

"We'll go through the forest," He spoke lowly, eyes scanning the area for people, before turning back to you, "It'll take few hours to exit the territory, I have fresh fruits packed in here for you."

He reached over fixing your dress, making sure you are tucked further inside the carriage, hand clasped around your ankle giving it a squeeze before he pulled the curtains down, hiding you away.

Knight!Nanami who embarked on a journey far, far away from a place he'd once learned to call home, stealing away their precious daughter, the princess, you.

Knight!Nanami who often looks back into the carriage, watching as you patiently waited to reach a destination you had no idea about, trusting him completely.

"Have some, Kento." His thoughts are interrupted by your sweet voice, looking back to see you extending a hand cradling a piece of bread, "It's been a long journey so far."

Knight!Nanami who reaches a town where he grew up before leaving for knightship, stopping the carriage just before an old house, locked away and left to rot.

The keys jingle in his pants as he stepped off the carriage, eyes drifting towards the vast land stretching before him, "We're here." He announced, quickly stepping around to help you off the carriage.

"Where are we?" You questioned, pressing yourself against him for comfort, looking around towards the house.

"My grandmother's house," Nanami answered, pulling you towards the gate, being mindful of the vines growing everywhere, "We'll be safe here ."

Husband!Nanami who marries you in a small wedding by his grandmother's house, hand cradling your wrist as you read vows to one another.

Husband!Nanami who pulls you to stand by his side, "Ready to head home, my wife?" He hummed against your cheek, pressing a kiss against your temple, arms wrapping around your back as you nodded your head.

Husband!Nanami who gives you a happily ever after.