akotsk men react when he and reader have a fight, then reader ignores him for daysss to he has to grovel a bit to get back into her good graces (bc ofc he cant stand not having her attention) 😋
Akotsk men when you ignore them
this might be my fav ask thank u wishes! in reality i definitely could not ignore these men. im whipped
hcs of aerion, daeron, duncan, valarr
Aerion - Aerion woke up the morning after the fight feeling justified. She'll come around, he told himself. She always does.
He went about his day. He attended a council meeting. He snapped at a servant. He sharpened his dagger. He did not think about you.
By midday, he was pacing.
By evening, he was sulking.
You had not come around. You had not sent a note. You had not even looked at him during dinner. You sat at the far end of the table, speaking to everyone except him, and he sat there, jaw tight, watching you ignore him.
"Fine," he muttered. "I don't need her."
He absolutely needed you.
He spent the next three days snapping at everyone, slamming doors, and glaring at the walls. He did not apologize. He did not come looking for you. He existed, angry and miserable, and he made it EVERYONES problem.
The irony was not lost on him. He had called you needy once. Who was the needy one now?
On the fourth day, he found you in the garden. You were sitting on a bench, reading. He stood there for a long moment, arms crossed, jaw tight.
"You're still ignoring me."
You turned a page.
He stepped closer. "I said-"
You looked up. "I heard you."
"I don't like this."
"I don't care."
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then he sat down on the grass beside you.
"What are you doing?" you asked.
"Waiting."
"Waiting for what?"
"For you to stop ignoring me."
You turned another page. He sat there and didn’t move. The servants were so confused looking at it. You were walking him like a dog.
"This is pathetic," you said.
"You're the one who's been ignoring me for four days."
"Because you called me needy."
He winced. "I was wrong."
"Say it again."
"I was wrong."
You finally looked at him. "You're very bad at apologizing."
"I know." He reached for your hand, pulling it into his lap. "I can’t do that, it’s just… not my thing."
"That's not a good thing."
"I know." His grip on your hand tightened. "But I'm here. I'm sitting on the grass. I look ridiculous. Can’t you see how sorry I am?"
"You do look ridiculous."
"Will you stop ignoring me now?"
You looked at him and his desperate eyes, his stubborn jaw, his hand holding yours like you might disappear.
"Fine," you said. "I forgive you."
He let out a breath. Then he moved, pulling you down onto the grass with him, wrapping his arms around you.
"I am not needy," he declared.
"You're literally holding me like I'm going to run away. I’m not going anywhere."
"Shut up."
He held you tighter and you let him, he earned it, of course.
Daeron - Daeron had drunk too much. Again. You had gone to fetch him from the tavern, like you always did, and he had mumbled something stupid about you controlling him, about you always telling him what to do.
You had left him there.
He remembered stumbling back to his chambers. He remembered sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the door. He remembered the horrible, sinking realization that you weren't coming.
He spent the next day in his room, too hungover to move, too sad to care. He didn't eat. He didn't sleep. He just lay there, replaying the fight in his head, wondering how he could have been so stupid.
By the second day, he started trailing after you.
It was pretty pathetic. He would stand in doorways and watch you. He would follow you down corridors, keeping a careful distance. He would sit at the far end of the table during meals, stealing glances at you.
He didn't wanna approach you. He didn't speak. He followed you. Was it creepy? Yes. But it’s the only thing he felt he could do, the mortification in his soul was far too great.
You caught him outside your chambers one evening.
"Daeron."
He froze. "I wasn't-"
"You've been following me for two days."
He looked at his feet. "I didn't know what else to do."
"You could apologize."
He looked up. "I don't know how."
You sighed. "You apologize like a normal person. You say 'I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that.'"
He stared at you. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that."
You waited.
"That's it?" you asked.
"I don't know what else to say."
"You could say you're an idiot."
"I'm an idiot."
"And that you'll stop drinking."
He was quiet for a moment. Then: "I'll try."
You looked at his tired eyes, his messy hair, his desperate face.
"You're pathetic," you said.
"I know."
You opened your door and stepped inside. He didn't follow. He stood there, looking at you for permission.
"Are you coming in or not?" you asked.
He followed you in. He was going to make it up to you. In fact? He would be delighted for you to control him.
Duncan - Duncan had made a joke. It was early morning, before you'd had tea, before you'd even really woken up. He thought it was funny! A harmless ribbing about your... well, he couldn't even remember now. Partly because trying to remember makes him so sad. All he remembered was the look on your face.
Incredibly bad taste.
He had apologized immediately, but you were already walking away. By midday, you were avoiding him entirely. He didn't know how to fix it.
So he asked for help, and found Egg in the courtyard.
"I need help."
Egg looked up from his book. "With what?"
"Flowers. Honey. I need to-" He gestured vaguely. "I need to apologize."
"Why honey?"
"Because she likes honey."
"And you're bringing her honey?"
"I'm bringing her wildflowers and honey. A peace offering."
Egg stared at him. "You want me to help you pick flowers?"
"And find honey. There's a hive by the old oak."
"There's always bees."
"I know."
The trip was a disaster. The wildflowers were easy, Duncan had brought a sack and filled it quickly. The honey was not easy. The bees were territorial. Aggressive. They did not appreciate him reaching into their hive.
He got stung. Everywhere. While Egg stood a safe distance away, watching.
"You're doing great," Egg called.
"Shut up."
"Your ear is swelling."
"I know."
He emerged victorious, clutching a dripping comb of honey. His face was blotchy. His hands were swollen. He looked ridiculous.
He found you in the garden, reading, more like pretending to read, actually. He could tell because you were holding the book upside down.
He set the wildflowers and honey beside you. You looked up. Your eyes widened.
"What happened to you?"
"I got you honey."
"Your face!-"
"I got stung. A lot. There were bees."
You stared at him. He stared back, his face red, his eyes desperate.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have said what I said. It was in bad taste. I'm an idiot. I'm sorry."
You reached up, touching his swollen ear. He winced.
"You did that for me?" you asked.
"I’ll do anything for you."
You sighed. Then you stood and pulled him into a hug.
"I forgive you," you said. "Now let's get you to the maester."
Valarr - You asked for space. Valarr nodded, why wouldn’t he? He said he understood, and gone back to his work.
He thought he would be fine. He was respectful. He could give you space. He was not the type to hover or beg. He had self control.
He was very, very wrong.
He attended meetings. He read documents. He signed things. He did everything he was supposed to do. He also made mistakes, tiny ones at first, the kind that made his clerks exchange glances like "What’s wrong with him?" He signed a document upside down. He called a servant by the wrong name. He walked into a room and forgot why. He was staring at the same page for an hour without reading a word. By day three, he was losing track of conversations mid sentence. He was not fine. He was not content. He was cooked. And may or may not have been caught writing you love letters instead of doing his work.
The worst part for him was seeing you.
Every time you walked past, there was a lump in his throat. Every time he caught a glimpse of you in the corridor, his mind went blank. He would stand there, frozen, watching you disappear, his heart aching in a way he didn't know how to name. He had thought he could handle distance. He could not handle distance. He needed you near him like he needed air.
Three days into your silence, he found you in the library. You were reading, and it had to be a book that HE recommended.
"Can I sit?" he asked.
"I asked for space."
He stood there, not moving. "I thought I could do it. Give you space. Be respectful." He swallowed. "I can't. I can't focus. I can't think. I keep making mistakes-"
He stopped, running a hand through his hair.
"Your space is important," he said quietly. "But so are you. And I don't know how to function without you."
You looked up. He looked very different from the usual. He was rumpled, tired, his mismatched eyes red-rimmed, either from lack of sleep or maybe crying.
"Valarr."
"I signed a document upside down today."
"You what?"
"I signed it upside down. The clerks are very confused."
You stared at him. Then you laughed. He almost smiled but then he remembered the current predicament.
"Please," he said. "I know you asked for space. I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'm just asking you to talk to me."
You sighed. "You're impossible."
"I know."
You set down your book and gestured to the chair across from you.
"Sit."
He sat. He reached for your hand and held it, his thumb tracing circles on your palm, and for the first time in three days, the lump in his throat loosened.
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izuku letting katsuki fuck his girlfriend ⭑.ᐟ mdni ᭝ threesome, unprotected p in v, creampie, brief cum play, lots of praise from izuku in the cuck chair
your cheek's pressed into the sheets, hands fisting in the fabric as katsuki fucks into you from behind. low grunts under his breath, jaw tight, pace relentless. his hands are rough on your hips, dragging you back into each thrust, hard enough so you feel every inch, every grind, every low, deep press of his cock as he fucks into that same aching spot over and over again.
izuku's curled close, lying on his side just... watching. one hand resting light on your thigh, the other tucked under his head, soft eyes flicking between your face and down to where katsuki's cock keeps disappearing into you.
"you're taking him so well," he murmurs, thumb brushing a little higher, just grazing the edge of your ass, the curve of your hip. his voice is soft, too soft for how filthy it makes you feel. "look at you, angel... you're so full, he's stretching you out so pretty."
you nod meekly, eyes glinting as a sharp gasp slips past your lips when katsuki fucks into you harder, as if he's punishing you for forgetting who's inside you.
izuku hums, dark eyes flicking to katsuki's before returning to yours, smiling. "i know, sweetheart... it's too much, huh?"
katsuki growls low behind you. a quiet, "shut the fuck up," as he slides a hand up to the back of your neck, palm warm against your skin as he presses in so deep you let out a choked, ah— katsuki
"that's it," izuku coos, completely unfazed. "just breathe through it. you're doing so good."
his hand smooths up your back, soothing and warm like he's trying to calm you down while he let's katsuki fuck you stupid right in front of him. like he's not hard under his sweats, cock pressed tight, precum spotting the fabric as he bites the inside of his cheek every time you moan.
"he's so mean, isn't he?" izuku murmurs, low near your ear. "but he always gives you exactly what you need. you should say thank you, baby," he encourages, lips pressing to the side of your neck. "go on, tell kacchan how thankful you are."
katsuki's cock twitches inside you with every word as you stutter out a quiet "t-thank you."
he lets out a curse under his breath as he drags his cock out, eyes focused on your slick coating him before he slams back in—hips flush to yours.
"you're gonna make him cum," izuku says sweetly, sliding one hand down between your thighs, fingers gentle and warm as they dip past where katsuki's cock is still fucking into you, slow just for a moment so neither of them miss the way you jerk when izuku touches you there—firm pressure pressing into you, brushing past katsuki's cock where it's stretching you out, slick and messy and so tender it makes you cry out.
"that's it," izuku murmurs, thumb catching right over your clit, a teasing flick, "there you go. we've got you."
katsuki groans as he lifts your hips a little more to angle deeper. "shit—" he bites out, "she's squeezin' me so tight."
you sob into the sheets. izuku's hand doesn't let up, while katsuki's pace stutters hard, hips snapping into you.
"keep talkin' to her like that, she's gonna cum. can feel it... keeps clenching every time you talk." katsuki mutters, eyes fixated on his cock glistening every time he pulls back just to hear you beg for more.
izuku just hums, "she wants to," he says, his own fingers coated in your slick as they keep moving slow against your clit now. "she's being so good for you kacchan. letting you fuck her that deep, letting me touch— being so brave, don't you think?"
katsuki drags you back onto him, hard, and it knocks a broken little sob out of your chest. "you hear that, baby?" katsuki grits, leaning in, mouth hot against your spine. "you're our good fuckin' girl, yeah?"
"y-yeah," you gasp, voice trembling as izuku presses a little firmer against your clit. "wanna be good for you both..."
"we know, sweetheart," izuku coos, soft and breathless, curling a little closer to you, nose bumping into your cheek as he presses soft kisses there. "you're doing so good. we know it's a lot."
"is it too much for you?" katsuki mumbles, pressing his own lips against your skin, "or you just like whinin' for us?"
you shake your head fast, fingers fisting tighter into the sheets, "no! don't stop, please... i-i'm gonna—"
"yeah?" he growls, fucking you through it harder. "you gonna cum all over my cock, baby? gonna let me feel it?"
"she's right there," izuku whispers beside you. "let it happen. we've got you."
it hits hard—blinding heat sparking deep and low as your body goes rigid, pussy clenching around katsuki so hard he swears, stutters, and slams in once, choking on a groan as he cums with you.
"fuck— i'm cummin'—" katsuki gasps, forehead dropping to your shoulder as his hips twitch, cock pressing deep and grinding through it as he spills into you in warm thick pulses.
izuku hums beside you, his fingers wet with your release coming up to stroke your thigh, before pressing a kiss to your temple and muttering, "that's it... that's our girl."
katsuki's grip trembles against your hips when he exhales against your skin. chest rising and falling against your back, hands smoothing up and down your sides before he pulls out.
still braced as he drags his cock free—covered in your release, flushed, and still twitching a little. he watches the way your pussy flutters from the loss. watches how wet and ruined you are. how his cum spills out of you, dripping past your thighs and pooling where your legs are still spread.
"fuckin' hell..." katsuki mutters, fingers reaching down to drag through the mess, smiling when your body twitches from the sensitivity.
izuku's fingers are still brushing lightly over your skin. "she looks pretty, huh?"
you try to hide your face in the sheets, body still too shaky to move, still panting—and izuku leans in to press another gentle kiss to your cheek, "did so good for us," he whispers.
"too good," katsuki mutters, rubbing a hand over your ass and squeezing gently, watching another thick drip slide down and groaning under his breath. "fuck, look at this mess..."
your body twitches again at the roughness in his voice, involuntarily, over-sensitive, and izuku just watches it happen—eyes dragging slow between your thighs where katsuki's cum still glistens across your pussy and drips out of you in lazy trails.
he hums, thoughtfully. before shifting closer. lowering himself a little. hands gentle as they slide over your thighs to ease them apart again, despite the way they tremble in protest. despite the soft noise you make when the cool air hits.
katsuki catches the movement from the corner of his eyes and snorts, still breathless, "you're such a fuckin' perv."
izuku just smiles, pretty and flushed and way too focused on the mess. "mhmm," he hums, breath ghosting low, just before he leans in, "i'm just cleaning it up."
you barely have time to register the first warm press of his tongue—slow and gentle, licking a stripe through the slick mess between your thighs of both yours and his best friends' release, the tip of his tongue brushing your clit—before he hums low in his throat, hands tightening around your hips like he's settling in, like he's not stopping until there's nothing left.
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Hi - saw you were looking for AKOTSK requests. If that’s still open, how do we think our boys would do with a gf/wife who’s very openly affectionate? Like she’s always holding their hand in public, kissing their cheek sometimes for no reason other than they’re there and why not, always telling them she loves them at least once a day, often making them little gifts and trinkets, always wanting to talk to/spend time with them, etc. And she understands if they aren’t as outwardly affectionate but when they match her energy it makes her day. I feel like most of them (esp the Targs) are a lot less obvious with their affection so it’d take some getting used to.
note — this was such an great ask, anon, thank you !! i'd love to answer more of these !!
sorry if this took a while, i had to really ruminate on each of their characters for this, and as we all know, i can't control myself, so this is long as hell, sorry (no i'm not) !!
★ valarr –
i think he would definitely have to get used to it, but god he would fold immediately for you !!
i think growing up hyper aware of how he appears and his conduct in the public eye wouldn’t have left much room for openly displayed affection.
but then suddenly you show up, slipping your hand into his in a crowded hall like it’s the most natural thing in the world, pressing a kiss to his cheek mid-conversation, throwing ‘i love you’s at him like they don’t make his heart skip a beat.
it would take some adjustment, but honestly, he loves the continuous reminder of your affections for him, the constant reassurance that you’re his, that you’re there for him, not the crown, not the optics, just... him.
i talked about this in the love language drabble but man does he love being supported and shown affection !! especially when that affection is given so freely.
i can’t see him completely matching you in public, but he slowly starts initiating – subtly, but intentionally. his hand stays making contact with you, either intwined with yours, or settled at your waist or the small of your back, as he sneaks quiet kisses to your temple when he thinks no one is looking.
★ daeron –
ugh, daeron, my beloved. i think he would thrive with a love like this. there’s already something about him that already exists half in another world, his mind split between reality and his dreams.
so when you take his hand in public, rubbing soothing circles to his wrist, or press a kiss to his cheek to startle him out of his reverie, or when you lean close and tell him i love you like it’s as natural for you as breathing, it anchors him. it brings him back.
he’ll blink and look at you like you’ve just pulled him from the cloudy depths of his mind, and then softly, almost absentmindedly, he’ll lace his fingers with yours, squeezing to feel your flesh beneath him.
he grows to expect your affection, to rely on that constant, that ever-present rhythm. he takes notice of everything – the little gifts you bring him get tucked away reverently, memories of good moments for him to look back at when his brain makes things dark again. his hand starts to seek you out first, shaky fingers outstretched in search of your presence.
his reciprocation feels so much more intimate. a kiss pressed to the inside of your wrist, or your palm, instead of your cheek. his hand finding yours under the table rather than in front of the hall. a barely audible ‘i love you’ when he thinks you’re already asleep.
when you’re being particularly affectionate, when he’s not as drunk and things aren’t as bad, he’ll watch you with a strange, aching expression, like he’s trying to memorize you in this moment – like he knows how fleeting something this good can be.
★ aerion –
oh, he’s fascinated by you. aerion doesn’t shy away from attention, so you openly adoring him ?? touching him like you have every right to ?? it feeds something in him immediately, thriving on the display of it all.
in the beginning, he leans into the performative aspect of it, smirking when you kiss him in public, tilting your chin so he can return it with just enough spectacle to make people uncomfortable, calling attention to it like it’s a game.
but over time, your affection stays constant – it isn’t worship, or fear, or reverence, like he’s used to. you just… love him. and that nearly unravels him completely. when you take his hand in private moments, when you give him small handmade gifts, when you press a soft kiss to his cheek in the quiet of your own chambers, there’s no angle.
he’ll test it – pull away, provoke you, try to startle you into faltering and leaving. and if you don’t ? if you stay by his side, steady and warm and unafraid ? oh, it’s all over for him.
he becomes possessive – not just of you, but of your love. he may never soften publicly, but he’ll start initiating, kissing you gently before he leaves or squeezing your hand when you’re bored, letting you touch him softly where others can see, but not for the display of it all.
and sometimes, when he is sure no one is looking, he’ll press his forehead briefly to yours – quick, grounding, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment – before pulling back like it never happened.
★ baelor –
okay this is a tricky one because on one hand, i feel like he’d be unphased. he’s emotionally intelligent and steady, he would adapt easily to his partner’s affectionate nature, doing his best to reciprocate in kind.
on the other hand, as the hand to the king and the heir to the iron throne, i feel like open affection towards him might baffle him. maybe this is a before and after adjustment situation, where you’ve been together for a while, i don’t know.
maybe as a younger man, he’d be taken off guard by it – especially in public.
but as an older, emotionally mature man ?? he’ll start taking your hand first, squeezing it gently just to see you smile.
he’ll let you kiss his cheek even if it earns a few looks, a quiet sort of pride in his chest at being so visibly loved.
and in private… well. in my mind he’s the more affectionate one behind closed doors. i shan’t elaborate, but… you guys get me. physical touch, words of affection, etc. – those are his moments alone, not to be shared with prying eyes.
★ maekar –
oh, this man is undone. he isn’t built for soft, easy affections – he’s all harsh lines and discipline, deeply unused to expressing emotions apart from annoyance in visible ways.
i see him as slightly overwhelmed by you. the easy kisses pressed to his cheek or temple, a casual i love you said in front of others, your hand seeking his out in broad view of everyone else – i think would make him freeze slightly, unsure of how to react.
i don’t see him ever truly matching you, but he will learn over time, and slowly, start responding in his own way. his hand on your back, out of sight, but a constant warmth for you. eyes seeking you out in a crowd, making sure you’re always in reach. lingering and almost melting into it when you touch him, instead of going dead still.
when (if!) he’s the one to initiate – lacing his fingers with yours, pressing a brief chaste kiss to your hair, pulling you closer to him – it feels monumental.
saying i love you is a whole other thing – that’s just his, to be uttered reverently in the candlelight, barely above a whisper.
★ lyonel –
he’s obsessed with you, and entirely unapologetic in his adoration of your affectionate nature.
lyonel is not a subtle man, and holds absolutely zero concern with whether or not he’s in public, or being watched, or who is watching him. being with someone who openly adores him ?? who shows the entire realm how fond you are of him ??
oh, he thrives.
the first time you kiss his cheek in public, he laughs brightly, leaning into it and immediately pressing an exaggerated kiss to your temple in return, teasing you about it all the way back to the bedroom.
his hand finds yours first like it just makes sense. he’ll tug you into his space mid conversation with another lord because he can, and because he misses you. when you kiss his cheek, he’ll snatch your arm before you can get away, pressing a deliberately showy kiss to your hand.
oh, and that man says i love you like there’s no tomorrow, when he’s drunk or when he hasn’t seen you in a little while or when he finally gets some time alone with you, grinning, casual, but never insincere.
i think if anything catches him off guard it’s your little gifts – he keeps them, carries them with him, shows them off to anyone who will listen. the quiet sentiment of it is what would undo him, being chosen like that.
★ duncan –
oh, my darlingest boy, duncan thrives on your affections. he’s so utterly unused to being loved in such a constant and visible way that it would completely unravel him.
his face goes beet red when you kiss him in public, a ridiculous grin on his lips whenever you take his hand in yours, any and every gift you’ve made for him or given him kept close at all times. he matches your energy, albeit somewhat awkwardly, but so sincerely.
he’ll return your i love you every single time, choking on his water or food in the haste to get the words out. probably starts saying it even more than you do, once he’s comfortable with you. blindly finding your hand any time you’re in public, to keep you safe and close to him.
ugh, and he’ll totally give and make you things in return, simple carved wooden animals or patched items of clothing you thought were ruined, an elegant border added to the stitching.
there’s no game, no prying eyes, no politics at play or restraint or pride – just wholehearted, earnest love.
contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. basically free use, pleasureplanet type deal, primal sex
The crimson juice of a dathomirian fruit runs down your chin, trailing unobscured down over your right breast that's still swollen from Savage's mouth. You've long since adapted to the style of dress that suits you the best- nothing at all. When you're venturing out into the village you'll cover yourself with garments from the nearby markets, but there's no use in wearing them at home, not when Savage's claws are liable to tear them to pieces at a moment's notice.
He's watching you now, and you know that he's ready for yet another round even if he's giving grace to your feeble human body.
Things work very differently for zabraks than they do for humans. Your refractory period, especially after taking a cock as large as Savage's, is at least fiften minutes, enough for the sting to subside and the thoroughly stimulated muscles to calm down again.
His eyes track your every movement but stray to watch the juice roll down your flushed skin. You're starting to wonder if this is why he treats you to a feast of fruits and soft, creamy cheeses on toast after sex- are you merely meant to make a mess of yourself?
His thick, clawed fingers reach for the wand in the honey jar, raising it to drizzle a thin stream of golden honey over a spread of cheese on crisped bread. It's a delicacy, something you'd have seen as luxurious before you'd crash-landed on Dathomir and stayed for the rest of your life, but now it's something you're hand-fed each time you spread your legs for Savage.
He holds it up to your mouth, predictably, because he never indulges in your post-sex spread. He's quick to gather it, and to deliver it to your feeble form, but he'll never take what's yours.
You bite into it and he holds the toast steady while his other hand comes to massage over your breast, sagging slightly as you slump against the headboard of your shared bed. Your body reacts to the rough, calloused skin of his hands, and you whimper into the delicacy he's stuffing into your mouth. You swallow what you can and take in the rest, honey and cheese mingling on your tongue as your teeth grind through toast. It gives you something to do, somewhere to put your breathy moans as Savage's hands trail down your body, one leaving a trail of honey in its wake.
"Keep eating." He murmurs, his voice gruff as he positions himself between your thighs, his knees now braced on the floor of your hut. His breath is warm as he huffs it over your used cunt, his horns angled forty-five degrees towards your face.
"You need your strength." He kisses along your inner thigh, pushing the tray of food towards you with one strong arm as the other wraps around your hip, claws digging gently into your soft flesh, "But I need you. Finish the fruit." He commands, and your hips jerk involuntarily at the calculating look in his eyes as he peers at your pussy still leaking his release. He's clearly worked up again, thinking of all the ways he'll use your cunt from here on out, and he looks nothing short of intimidating, claws marking your skin, horns standing proudly around his head. He's all-too eager to press his nose into your sex, his lips brushing your slit as he speaks, "And I will finish you."
katsuki's biggest fear in the beginning was his quirk going off while you were having sex / mdni
when you first started dating and getting intimate with katsuki, he wouldn't keep his hands on you for too long. he'd often dig his hands into the sheets, gripping them for dear life.
his worst fear was for when things got hot and heavy, and you both got sweaty, to hear a crackle and see a spark while he touched you.
you didn't really notice it at first, but when it became a pattern of fleeting hands and temporary touches, it stuck out to you. it didn't take long for you to figure out the reason.
you were riding him, bouncing slowly, pressing your weight onto your knees while you took a break from your previous pace. katsuki looked heavenly underneath you, lips parted in awe and pleasure, his neck and chest glistening, cheeks slightly flushed. but his arms were spread out, palms face down, hands gripping the sheets.
after a moment, you made a decision, reaching down to grab his hands. you placed them on your cheeks and he looked at you with wide eyes, ready to pull away.
you leaned forward, "you're not going to hurt me" your voice was so sweet, and the way you looked into his eyes was so trusting, he couldn't help but crumble.
his head fell back, mouth open as he let out something between a groan and a whimper. his hands fell down to your waist and held on tight as he started to buck into you.
he tilted his head to look where you were connected, glancing up to where his hands were holding you, and groaned, fucking into you faster at the sight. "f-fuck."
you whined, cursing yourself as you matched his pace, making him hit deep, hands holding his down on your waist. "you'd never hurt me, katsuki."
he felt hot all over, his eyes rolled back, hips still bucking mindlessly chasing the both of your highs, fingertips digging into you "shit, baby–"
you were so soft, so vulnerable underneath his hands, the thought was making him spiral.
and when you felt that bubble burst, your legs trembling as you pulsed and clenched around him, he couldn't hold it for much longer. his voice broke as he moaned, practically breathless as he came inside you, the hardest he ever had.
Everything is running smoothly, the marriage, the transition from living alone to now having a husband, life.
Even your fingers tangling in his hairs.
You run your fingers through his hairs, subtly pulling him closer by the nape of his neck, standing on your toes to reach his lips, swaying lightly in the kitchen, breakfast abandoned on the table.
"You sure?" He pulled away, humming against your cheek, hands still cradling your face, "we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He whispered, pressing a kiss against the lobe of your ear.
You nodded your head, melting into his arms, cheeks warming at his consideration, slightly hiding your face into the crook of his neck, as you admitted your arousal, "I want this," you mumbled, "I want you." You declared.
Bakugou groaned, hands sliding from your neck to your waist, hauling you into his arms, chuckling at the surprised squeak the escaped past your lips.
He effortlessly carried you to the shared bedroom, the mattress dipping under your combined weight as he gently laid you down, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt, easily taking it off, leaving in just your underwear.
You shy away, feeling too bare in front of him, "Take off your shirt too." You muttered, one arm splayed over your chest, attempting to cover yourself a little, the other reaching to tug at the hem of his shirt.
Bakugou obliged, easily tugging it over his head, tossing it somewhere on the ground, he'll need it later anyways.
He shimmies out of his sweatpants and underwear while he's at it, basking in the way you eyed his cock bobbing between his legs.
He grinned, "like what you see?" Teasing, he crawled between your legs, head dipping down to trail kisses from your thighs up to the column of your throat, savouring each moment his lips grazed your skin.
He leaned up, pressing his lips against yours, you moaned against his mouth, lips parting to allow his tongue inside, rubbing your thighs together as he traced along your palate, leaving a ticklish sensation behind.
His hand sneaked between your thighs, tracing shapes against the growing wet patch along your crotch, thumb occasionally pressing against your tender bud.
Pulling back he tugged at your underwear, leaving you completely bare beneath him, your glistening folds easily visible for his eyes to feast upon.
He leaned down again, firmly pressing his body against yours, your bare breasts squishing against his chest, licking along the column of your throat, lips suckling against your pulse point.
"Always this obedient?" He hummed, peppering kisses down your neck, breath fanning against your sternum, as warmth bloomed on your skin, nipples pebbling as his lips hovered over them.
You whined, arching your back, silently begging him to take the bud in his mouth.
"Uh uh, I asked you a question," He mumbled, pulling away slightly, his weight balanced on his arms, fingers tracing shapes along the skin of your waist, "answer to your husband, Sweetheart."
You moaned lowly at the mention of his title, shame tossed out of the window as you reached for him, "need your mouth on me—"
"Where?"
"—everywhere," You sighed breathlessly, skin tingling as he leaned down and took your hardening bud into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he suckled softly.
You whined loud and desperate, arching your back to push further into his mouth, "—suki, please." You mewl, fingers brushing again the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
Rutting you hips upwards, grinding your core against his cock, slick smearing all over his length.
His fingers danced along your hip, eyes seeking yours as he pulled away, "Ready?" He asked, nudging his nose against yours.
You nodded your head, parting your legs slightly.
"Words doll, need you to say it out loud."
You huffed, cheeks rosy under his gaze, "I am ready, Katsuki." You muttered, hiding away in the crook of his neck.
He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your forehead, free hand reaching below to line his cock along your slick folds, rubbing the head against your entrance.
He slid inside, way eased by your slick and his precum, walls spasming around the length of his cock, his thumb rubbing shapes on your clit, distracting you from the stretch.
"That's it, almost there.." He muttered against your cheek, panting as he willed himself to not cum, savouring the snug warmth of your cunt, he slid his thumb lower gathering more slick to rub on your swollen clit.
"Katsuki—it's so mmph.." You whined, feeling the fat head of his cock press against your walls, delicious drag of his length rendering you speechless.
He shifted slightly, spreading your legs wider, weight balanced on one arm as the other tortured your clit, pushing the hood back so the pad of thumb pressed directly on the throbbing bud.
You huffed, eyes watering as warmth spread in your belly, sweet release lingering than you anticipated, thighs quivering as they tightened around his waist, hips rutting up without any rhythm.
With relentless flicks of his thumb and his cock pressing against your sweet spot, Bakugou pushed you over the edge, enamoured with the way your pussylips gushed around his cock, slick dripping down your ass on to the mattress.
He bucked weakly against you, hips stuttering as he stilled inside you, tip of his cock pressed snug against your cervix, painting your walls with thick gooey cum.
Breathing shakily against your neck, he barely held on his weight thick, warm, sweaty body collapsing over yours, cock head pushing further against your quivering walls.
He stays on top of you for few moments, softening cock cozy in your creampied hole, before gently pulling out, eyes locked on the mess between your legs.
Soft and swollen pussylips, covered with white creamy cum, spasming hole weeping out more of his cum, a sight he'd want to see forever.
"You good?" Your voice brings him out of the trance, looking up to meet your sleep laced eyes, hairs splayed over the pillow.
He nodded his head, crawling of the bed to grab the bottle from the nightstand, pressing the bottle neck against your lips, eyeing the way your throat bobbed.
"You sure, you are okay?" You asked again, hand rubbing circles along his thigh, brows furrowed in concern, "You haven't said anything yet."
He chuckled breathlessly, cheeks turning red, "My brain wants round two, dick needs a minute." His chuckle turned into a full blown laughter as you hide your face into the pillows.
SYNOPSIS: katsuki comes to you after wisdom teeth removal
A/N: HEAVILY inspired by @rengoatku and their work is reblogged on my blog <3
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it was 12:46 PM when you got a text in the class 1-A group chat:
denki kaninari: has anyone seen bakugo? we lost him
“lost him?” you thought to yourself, “how does a person lose another person?”
your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. you sigh and get up from your desk to go answer it.
assuming it’s denki or kirishima, you open the door and immediately answer the question they asked in the group chat: “no, i haven’t seen him—”
you stopped when you saw who it was at your door.
katsuki bakugo.
a very groggy and out-of-it bakugo. his cheeks were chubby and his mouth was filled with gauze.
“katsuki, what are you doing here?” you asked.
instead of answering, he just walked by you to go lay on your bed, making himself at home. you watched him as you contemplate why he’s at your dorm high as a kite.
“my teeth hurt,” he said, his words slurred.
“that’s right. i forgot you had your wisdom teeth surgery today.”
he nods in response and gives you his best pouty face.
you laugh.
“don’t laugh at my pain.” he turns to look at you. “cuddle me instead.”
“why would i cuddle you, katsuki?”
he groans as if the answer is obvious. “to comfort me.”
you sighed and walked to him. “katsuki, the boys are looking for you. they’re worried about you,” you say gently.
“i don’t want to be with the boys. i want to be with the girl.” he pointed at you. “my girl.”
my girl? how many painkillers is this guy on?
you crossed your arms. “your girl?”
he nodded. “mhm my girlfriend who i love so much.”
you eyes widen.
you squat down so your face to face with him. “katsuki, we aren’t dating.”
he squints. “yes we are. i love you so we’re dating.” he tries to smile, but you end up just being faced with bloody gauze.
“okay, close your mouth.” you gently guide him to close his mouth as much as he can. “katsuki, you’re high on pain meds, you have no idea what you’re saying.”
“yes i do. i love you.”
you playfully roll your eyes and stand up to grab a blanket from the corner of your room. by the time you turn back around to face him, he’s sleeping. you lay the blanket over him and kiss him on the forehead.
reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn
Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?
00 — prologue
01 — beloved
02 — pastel heart
03 — new class cutie
04 — lover boy
05 — sweet & spicy
06 — sugar cheeks
07 — freckles
08 — win their hearts
09 — divine presence
10 — overtake them all
11 — pretty hurts
12 — two of a kind
13 — princess of mischief
14 — mesmerizing
15 — the charmed
16 — wondrous beauty
17 — blessed by the gods
18 — cherry lips
19 — cats are great
20 — chicken nuggets
21 — drunk on love
22 — affectionate storm
23 — simply lovely
24 — boyfriends
25 — like a butterfly
26 — disillusioned
27 — aesthete
28 — serendipity
39 — love trumps all
30 — enchanting
31 — chance meetings
32 — no love
33 — serene
34 — sun kissed
35 — melting gaze
36 — exquisite
37 — tainted beauty
38 — whispers in the night
39 — beautiful torment
40 — revered
41 — helpless little lamb
42 — a friend's hand
43 — flickering flame
44 — the gods must be crazy
45 — saccharine
46 — new home
47 — strengthened desires
48 — song of voice
49 — progress
50 — love you a latte
51 — center of attention
52 — thriving devotion
53 — graceful rescues
54 — disagreements
55 — a troubling feeling
56 — long overdue
57 — friends once more
58 — better than a kiss
59 — sowing the seeds
60 — instant defeat
61 — golden gaze
62 — love's in the cards
63 — humorous introduction
64 — repressed emotinos
65 — a discovery
66 — violent embrace
67 — arisen
68 — newfound appreciation
69 — shackled by pain
70 — infiltration
71 — the meaning of fear
72 — ghost-like beauty
73 — misguided love
74 — the raid's aftermath
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