it can show in subtle ways, like, he sometimes doesn't bother telling you to move. he'll just move you himself. gives him an excuse to touch your hips. guide your hand to where he wants you to stand. or to show off, pick you up, and drop you in a new location.
it can also show up in bed, like, you're not moving fast enough, and he's already being nice by telling you the position, "ass up." before you can even sit up he grabs your arm roughly, a hand on your hip, he flips you over. the hand that was on your hip slides under and lifts you up. "faster next time, brat."
A profile is a list. A person is a pattern of small contradictions. What is interesting about how people use SweetDream is that they instinctively reach for the second one. On sweetdream.ai the creation process rewards that instinct, asking not just what your AI girlfriend looks like but how she thinks, what she fears, what she jokes about, and where she came from.
The payoff shows up in conversation, which is where the platform clearly invests. SweetDream's chat is emotionally aware and remembers what came before, so a companion built with a real backstory behaves consistently over time instead of resetting into a blank, agreeable voice. Add voice messages, real-time phone calls that genuinely sound human, and video or live cam sessions with select characters, and the personality you wrote starts living across every format.
Compared with options like ourdream.ai, the thing reviewers keep landing on is depth of character paired with strict privacy. As an AI companion platform, SweetDream simply treats the inner life of the character as the main event.
"I can't believe this is supposed to be the season finale," you groan.
There's a huff somewhere to your right, followed by a hand that comes into your field of vision, blocking your view of the television.
"Katsuki, what—"
He presses his thumb into the space between your furrowed brows, pushing upward. You turn to look at him, perplexed, and he's staring at you expectantly.
"Quit frowning with your eyes like that," he grumbles, spreading his fingers and smoothing his thumb and pinky over the length of your eyebrows before pulling his hand away.
This time, your brows shift upward.
He must find that to be an acceptable alternative, because he makes no move to tug them back down.
"You glare at things like it's a full-time job," you counter, arms crossed.
Your view of the screen is lost entirely as he wraps a strong arm around you and hauls you into his lap without fanfare. One of his hands slides up your back, palm tracing your spine before cupping the back of your head. Katsuki guides your face toward his, pressing a kiss to the place his thumb was so adamant about.
You laugh, and something like satisfaction rumbles in his chest as his lips slide down the slope of your nose while he breathes out, "I like it when you smile."
Kyle Broflovski can resist a lot of things in this world. However, a brunette, doe eyed girl that strokes that self righteous ego of his is NOT one of them….
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You never meant to get caught up in Katsuki’s fire.
It still felt unreal.
Being his.
You and Katsuki had only just gotten together, yet it already felt like carrying a secret too bright to hide. Class 1-A and Class 1-B brushed shoulders often enough that rumors would spread if anyone caught on. But Katsuki never cared about whispers.
The way his crimson eyes sought you across a crowded room, the way his hand twitched like it wanted to claim yours whenever you passed – subtlety was never his strength. And tonight, he didn’t even bother pretending.
“Come on,” he muttered, voice low and impatient as the common room buzzed with laughter and chatter. His hand found yours in the shadows – rough, fingers closing tight as he tugged you away. “Not wastin’ my night hangin’ around with extras.”
A nervous laugh slipped from you. “Katsuki, if someone sees – ”
“No one’s gonna see.” His glare was sharp, but beneath it lingered the faintest curve of a smirk. “And even if they do, I don’t give a damn. You’re mine. Got it?”
Your heart gave a painful squeeze. That was him – no soft words, just raw, blistering truth.
You let him lead you down the quiet stretch of Heights Alliance. The hum of the ceiling lights filled the silence, your footsteps echoing in sync. Rows of identical doors lined the hall, but Katsuki moved like he could have found his with his eyes shut.
He stopped at the corner door, his nameplate glinting faintly.
“Here we are.” His chin jerked toward it. “After you.”
“Thanks,” you said lightly, though your pulse was far from calm.
With a scoff, he shoved the door open.
Inside, the room was unmistakably him.
Bed perfectly made, sheets sharp as if ironed, desk split between tidy stacks of assignments and scattered mechanical parts. A set of dumbbells rested neatly in one corner, his boots tucked under the bed, worn but polished.
And the air – smoky warmth laced with something sharp, distinctly Katsuki.
He stepped in behind you, his hands sliding to your waist like instinct, and exhaled. The room seemed to shift, charged, simply because you were there.
“Home sweet dorm,” he muttered.
“Mind if I sit?” you asked, nodding at his bed.
His grip tensed, then loosened as a faint huff escaped him. “Getting comfortable already, huh?” There was teasing in his tone, but something softer beneath it. With a sharp wave of his arm, he gestured. “Go on.”
“Sit with me.”
For a beat, he hesitated. Then the mattress dipped as he dropped beside you, crimson gaze fixed, softer than usual.
“Get comfortable with me, Katsuki.”
His eyes flickered – hesitation, hunger, restraint. Slowly, he leaned back against the headboard, spreading his legs slightly, patting the space in front of him.
Without pause, you slipped between them, your back pressing to his chest. His heartbeat thrummed fast and steady against you. One arm wrapped firmly around your waist, his thumb brushing idle circles into your hip.
“Comfortable?” His voice had dropped low, rough at the edges.
“Yes,” you breathed. “I am.”
His nose buried into your hair, inhaling deep as if he could trap your scent in his lungs.
“Good. I like you here.”
His grip tightened. You could feel the heat of him, the restrained strength thrumming beneath his skin.
“You do somethin’ to me,” he muttered.
“Oh yeah? Like what?” you teased, steady despite the shiver.
A rare laugh – low, soft – escaped him. “I just realized…” His thumb slid under your shirt, casual but deliberate, grazing your skin. “…we’re alone. No one’s gonna walk in. No one’s stoppin’ me from doing…” His lips brushed your neck, fire sparking in the touch. “…whatever I want.”
“Like what?”
His breath hitched against your ear. “Like this…” His hand moved higher, slow, deliberate heat. “…and this.” A sharp nip at your earlobe.
“Would you stop me?” he asked, voice ragged.
“Would I?”
He froze, tension trembling through him. His thumb brushed your collarbone, light but burning.
“You should,” he muttered.
“I wouldn’t.”
For a heartbeat, silence. Then a shuddered laugh slipped out of him, rough and hungry. “Then you’re just as reckless as me.”
In one swift motion, he turned you to face him. Crimson eyes locked on yours – fierce, unrelenting, fire made flesh.
“No going back now,” he whispered.
And then he kissed you, slow, consuming, claiming, like sealing a vow that belonged to no one but the two of you.
one thing about katsuki is that, that man is a THIEF. a scoundrel. he literally steals everything you have even grazed no joke and especially food. you literally dip anything in sauce and hes dipping his food in it literally milliseconds afterwards,, like you cant even retract your hand he's already dipping his food in knocking your hands together that's how fast he's going. like he's a thief.
you don't even have to look away either like imagine you just got takeout from the drive through you literally touch one fry and his big ass hand is already fishing in the bag and snatching some too lol.(sometimes he'll even just ask you to feed him. he straight up takes it from your hands too but only sometimes bc he know it pisses you off and he'll get his privileges revoked lol)
your clothes are not safe either. literally all your socks go missing only for you to find him reaaaal snug wiggling his toes in your shit smh. completely unfazed too. he's also wearing your sweater and he's literally built like a truck so even if it oversized it's somehow still tight on him. he does not care.
playfighting with katsuki,, cus i think he’d totally be big on playfights lmao
ur writing is very yummy btw aaaaa
play fighting with katsuki
katsuki hardly admits it to anyone, but he loves roughhousing, or ‘playfighting,’ as you call it. as he didn’t have siblings growing up, he didn’t have many people to play with, and izuku was always against violence, even if it was pretend and with no malice behind it.
and katsuki doesn’t even know he likes playfighting until he’s standing in his dorm, phone in hand as he stares at a video, and you’re standing across from him with a silly plan in mind.
you state, “put your phone down.”
he raises an eyebrow in confusion but does it anyway, and as soon as he does, you run and try to take him down by his legs, but he wraps his arms around your torso, and suddenly you’re upside down in the air. giggles leave your mouth, and he throws you onto the bed, immediately jumping on top of you with a mischievous grin.
his arms are still wrapped around your body, and he’s on top, and you’re on your side, almost curled up into a ball. he thinks he has you stationed in that position until you grab his pillow and whack his side repeatedly. eventually, he’s forced to get off, and you immediately throw the pillow on him, as he’s lying down.
you pounce, and your chest collides with the pillow. he feels your weight above the soft cushioning on top of him, and he lets out a loud laugh.
but again, once he’s caught you off guard, he smacks your ass hard, and you feel the sting immediately after. you let out a yelp, and with your surprise, he picks you up bridal style, but then throws you onto the bed.
you giggle, and your stomach begins to hurt from not being able to take a breath in. even as he climbs on top of you, you think he’ll strike again, but he has you caged in. his hands are on either side of your head, but then he leans down to give you a softer kiss, still panting once his lips leave yours.
and once katsuki’s calmed down, he’s peppering kisses over your face when you murmur, “my ass hurts.”
he scoffs, “your ass is fine,” and doesn’t hide the smile after he speaks.
sorry i didn’t get to this for so long, this is a great idea. thanks for requesting this, and i hope you continue to like my writing!!
so what if i say katsuki is so obsessed with you that he would take tons of pictures of you until his camera roll was full of you??? also him secretly taking pics of you while you're having sex, and then acting all innocent when you're asking him what that noise was. he just wants to look at his sweet girl :(
Summary: you had basically forced Bakugo out with his friends who invited him for drinks, but all katsuki wanted to do was stay home with you. But he ended up going with his friends (Kirishima, sero, and Kami) when Bakugo went to pay he dropped his wallet on the table by accident and kirishima ends up finding something very unlike the blonde boy at the other end of the table in his wallet.
AN: smut implied but no actual sex, and other characters are in this as well! this is just a small Drabble, I’ve had writers block for a min so I have so many ideas just havnt gotten to writing anyway here’s more Katsuki for y’all🤍
He would not stop texting you.
“This is boring.”
“Miss you.”
“Can I come home yet?”
God he was such a sap for you really. All he wanted was his pretty girlfriend snuggled up by him. But yet he was stuck with these morons. He loves them don’t get him wrong not like he’d ever say it but he genuinely is probably having a good time but he still misses his gorgeous girl.
“I’m finna head back.” The blonde said as he put his coat on. “Already?” Said sero. The blonde chuckled slightly before nodding. Kirishima chipped in “well to be honest he stayed longer than an hour so that’s something” he said grinning slightly as he took another swig of his beer. Mani and sero laughed before also starting to clean up. “Yeah honestly, it’s getting pretty late I better get going” said kami.
They all started getting there stuff together and the waiter left their bills on the table as they all pulled out there cards. Katsuki went to pull out his wallet when his hand slipped and his wallet fumbled out of his hands. “Shit” he muttered. He would of been more urgent if he had remembered what he had placed in his wallet a few months ago. “Oh here you go man-“ the red head said as he opened bakugos wallet to pull out his card to place it on the check but before he could his eyes widened as the picture in the clear right side.
Bakugo raised a brow before he caught on. His face went red, his hands got clammy, and all of sudden he was frozen. “S-shit..” he said snatching the wallet from Kiri. “Dude..I’m so sorry I- I would of never..” Bakugo knew that was true Kiri would of never done that on purpose so the blonde wasn’t mad just upset because he felt like he betrayed your trust. “What? What was it?!?” Kami asked feeling left out. The redhead and the blonde both looked very red and sero soon caught on before busting into laughter.
“No shot!” Sero said as he snatched the wallet. His eyes went wide as Bakugo knew it was too late before he cupped his head in his hands. “Holy fuck-“ said Kami and sero. Sero handed back the wallet before laughing again. “It’s not funny..” Bakugo muttered his voice Horace with embarrassment.
The picture. It was a picture of you in a tiny black bikini at the beach. Your jaw was in his grip in the photo as he took it from above. God you guys had so much fun that day. The two of fucked on the beach. It was amazing. It was sunset, no one was there. Thank god. And it was amazing. In the picture you were looking up at him, as hickeys and marks covered your neck not to mention your damp hair and blown pupils. They all knew how fucked out you were just from that picture. You had this stupid goofy grin and a obvious sex glow. They all kinda laughed before saying there goodbyes.
Finally katsuki got to get home to see his pretty girl. “Hey baby you have fun..” all this memory’s seem to rush back to katsuki and his dick. “Fuck not as much fun as we’re bout to have…” he growled. The two of you recreated that photo that night.
AN: tysm for all the love on my last post I was not expecting all that!! Ty and requests are always open! Thank you guys💗
can't stop thinking about Y/N training at the gym with Bakugou Katsuki, and after the training session finishes you jokingly flexed, and Bakugou suddenly grins, “Cute.” By his wide openned eyes, he didn't intend to say out loud, it slipped out. You both stare at each other, surprised. Then he just shrugs, “You are.”
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