a delusional habit

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Updated: Nov 17th ‘23

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ── ❀ part one. university au!

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ is so mean. he makes you cry, spits out venomous insults when you try to get too close, but you're so in love with him that it doesn't even matter.

⋆ tw / cw (18+) note that if tags don't show up it will show up in the next part! ; dumbification, slight angst, hurt/comfort (??), smut, praise & degradation kink, slight angst, missionary, katsuki fucks reader in his lap, blowjob, cum-eating, pussy eating, size-kink (unedited).

ac; lapin (hegi)

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ was horrible to you. you knew that the day you made the grave mistake of loving him, confessing to him.

high school, late afternoon with golden rays spilling through tinted windows. your heart in your throat as you stumbled and blabbered through your well-prepared confession you'd rehearsed a hundred times in your tiny bedroom. you didn't even finish before he laughed.

a sharp, incredulous chuckle that echoed off the walls and rank through your ears.

"you serious?" katsuki scoffed, lips curled handsomely in disbelief. "that's pathetic."

you stood there, frozen, as he cocked his head and stared you up and down like he was reassessing something he'd already thrown away.

"get a grip," he added flatly, briefly scanning his phone for whatever was on his schedule. "you really thought you had a chance?"

when katsuki disappeared from your sight, you couldn't control the molten tears pouring down your face. 

from that moment on, you were no longer invisible in the eyes of katsuki bakugo.

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who was insufferable. you should have never confessed to him.

he was smarter than you. smarter than anyone for that matter. he was involved in many extracurriculars. he was good at drums, and you knew that he done boxing outside of school. 

and you to him? wouldn’t have made any sense, and that feeling became apparent even more with time. 

he singled you out in class when you tried impressing katsuki. 

"the answer's 147.19!" you called out eagerly, heart thumping wildly against your ribs.

a scoff was heard from the front corner of the room.

"wrong, dork." he shot you an amused look, as if you'd actually believe you'd done something right. "it's 150."

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ didn't need to utilize brute force to crack your heart. on the day university applications were sent out, katsuki caught sight of yours.

"yuuei university?" he repeated, brows lifting softly. "mechanical engineering?" then, he laughed. it was breathless, disbelieved, as if you'd just told him the joke of your life.

you stood beside him, fingers curling into the fabric on your sleeve, smile gentle on your face as he slung a bag over his shoulder.

"did you just pick the hardest major you could find to sound impressive?" he asked lazily, eyes racking over yours. "or are you actually that delusional?"

you went home crying that afternoon, snot dribbling down your nose as you stared at the low-scores on your practice exam. he was right. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ had a way of making doubt blossom where confidence once lived comfortably in your gentle, fragile heart.

even after you were accepted — after the acceptance email sat glowing on your screen like genuine proof he was wrong, that you'd fought through finals for this spot — it wasn't enough.

on orientation day, he'd spotted you sticking out like a thumb in the crowd, all pretty in the softest, ironed skirt you could find, paired with the glossiest shoes you could muster.

"tch," he muttered, eyes flickering back to the front, already surrounded by a group. "guess they're letting anyone in these days."

you told yourself it wouldn't matter — that high school was over. that maybe your relationship with him could blossom from what had already been wilted. a clean slate.

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ made sure university was worse.

he had the same sharp eyes, silver rimmed frames hanging handsomely on the slope of his nose bridge. same posture of ownership, like he belonged in every room he entered.

he laughed when you asked questions with solutions that already seemed to register to those around you. took over group discussions without acknowledging your presence. corrected you publicly, voice sharp and precise.

"don't touch that. do you even know how to use it?"

"no, that's not how it works."

"did you even pass high school physics?"

every insult landed heavier because you knew why, because he remembered your confession just as clearly as you did; with the only existing mystery being why he took it so personally?

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ nearly exploded, brows furrowing, lips curled into a menacing scowl when both of your names appeared side by side on the same group project list.

"you've gotta be kidding me," he snapped to himself, before turning to the tutor, eyes narrowed. "i'm not—"

denied.

for his excellent mid-semester results, his prevailing intelligence spreading like wild-fire across the cohort, the one known for increasing the threshold of the bell-curve, the one who always knew what he was doing. he had no authority.

by the end of the week, he was sitting across from you in the study room, laptop open begrudgingly, eyes lidded in disbelief as he skimmed your calculations.

"...wow," he said quietly. "you're still this bad?"

you swallowed, shaking your head with a soft curl to your lips, cheeks flushing. "no— well, this stuff's just new and hard... i'll get used to it."

he leaned back, legs spreading in those black-washed baggy jeans, lips curling into that familiar grin of annoyance.

"better not fuck up my grade, yeah?"

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who absolutely loathed dusty afternoons spent at his cafe – the one he ran to when libraries felt too loud, the one he resided in when quiet rooms retched of sweaty underarms on sizzling hot days. 

he fucking hated it, seeing you across from him in that leather cushioned chair, legs crossed politely as you stared at him with those gentle, understanding eyes. he hated how you raised your head everytime he spoke, or when your eyes would shrink into kind crescents when he had an idea that was so ordinary to him, but to you, sounded like the most intriguing thing ever. 

“...that’s a really good idea, katsuki,” you beamed, fingers moving rapidly across your keyboard to note the idea down. “i can do that for you– yeah! that’s looking great.”

“bakugo,” he corrected coldly, eyes locked in on the way your face flushed cherry plum red. 

with a scowl, he had no other choice but to cooperate. atleast you weren’t slacking off. god, that might’ve been the bare minimum of the task, but there was nothing else he could do. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ really hated that the cafe became routine. 

he hated that it started feeling inevitable – the sun slipping low and staining the windows with warm amber while the air inside stayed cool and dim. he hated that the barista stopped asking for his name – because he never used to order drinks – and he hated it even more that they already knew yours. 

he sat across from you for the nth time that week, wondering why such a group project required this much contact time. his shoulders were tense with irritation, fingers wrapped tight around a paper cup he’d already forgotten to drink from. 

and the way you leaned slightly forward in that leather chair, posture performatively neat and attentive. it made his skin itch. 

because you always listened, brows lifted in consideration of every syllable that dripped from his tongue. 

and the way you nodded before he even finished, fingers already moving, typing things out with a quiet diligence. it pissed him off.

did you think that just because you followed him like a puppy, obeyed every single call he made, listened to every idea he had, that it’d be enough? 

“you don’t have to write everything down,” he muttered once, gruff, irritation slipping into his tone. “i’m not gonna forget what i just said.”

you looked up at him then, blinking once with wide eyes, a little smile tugging at your lips once more. “i know. it just helps me think, too.”

he clicked his tongue, gaze flickering away. there were only thirty minutes left and he’d be free. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ noticed when you started getting too comfortable. 

you didn’t feel the need to look at him for validation anymore before adding your share of ideas to the shared document. you didn’t hesitate before suggesting alternatives, and sometimes you’d speak first – softly, still, but with a steadiness as if you’ve finally made your mark into his life.

“what if we approach it from this perspective instead?” you suggest one afternoon, voice a little wavery, but bright. 

he glanced over your logic, the calculations, your assumptions. it actually made sense. 

“hm,” he grunted after a moment, genuinely considering your perspective before leaning back. “fine. do it your way.”

and that pathetic, stupid smile of triumph? 

something ugly spread thick across his chest, invasive. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ absolutely couldn’t stand that you still treated him the same. 

still with that soft greeting, still following him like a lost puppy to shared destinations. still glanced at him with hopeful eyes when something amused you, like his reaction was validation to whatever soft and mushy feeling you keep safe in your chest. 

one evening, as the cafe began to filter out, he caught you staring at him without realizing it – eyes warm, thoughtful, full with admiration. 

“what?” he groaned out, elbows perched defensively across his chest. 

you startled, cheeks blossoming, you shook your head quickly. “oh– nothing, sorry.”

katsuki hated how he could practically feel your affection oozing into him, untarnished and full of life. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ went home angry that night. angry at the way your competence crept up on him. fuming at the way your kindness hadn’t soured, but instead sweetened into something contagious. he hated that you’d actually grown into someone worthy of his time and effort without shedding the parts of yourself he’d once mocked.

he was angry because it was actually fucking getting to him. you in his routine. 

everything cruel he’d said to you was no longer about superiority, and it was now becoming something laced with fear and inner insecurity. 

once he found himself at his desk, papers laid clean in front of him with precision, thoughts filled with your soft smile and your polite hands, he glanced down uncomfortably, noticing the strain in his sweats. unexpected.

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who gave in eventually to his erection, fingers wrapped tight around his cock, tip raging a warm pink as he pumped himself from tip to brim. 

with his head thrown back, jaw slack, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. every time he tried thinking of something else to get off to – the image would swirl to you instead. all pretty across from him, soft lips caught between your teeth in concentration, that low cut top you wore one time, sunlight pooling on your skin. 

with a reluctant vacant hand, he swirled a palm over his tip, panting softly and fogging his glasses up. he couldn’t fucking believe he was jerking off to you. getting off to you. fucking fisting his cock to you and cumming everywhere.

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who was more snappy than usual. 

this time, it was in that low, condescending, venomous tone. laced with hatred and everything on that spectrum. 

it happened on a night at the cafe that felt too quiet – just the two of you, warm auburn lights of the city stretching across the glossy tabletop, your notebooks and laptops open and untouched. 

you were smiling pathetically again, practically sneaking into something far from strictly educational. you were genuinely trying to talk about something other than the group project, absentmindedly tracing circles in the margin of your page, glancing at him like the world had finally softened. 

he hated it so much. he hated how easy it was for you. hated how you got too comfortable that you genuinely thought he cared what you had to blabber about.

“stop staring at me,” he said suddenly, annoyed. 

you paused, fingers still around your cup. “i wasn’t–”

“yeah, you were.” his voice was flat, sharp and intentionally crude. “you always do.”

your smile faltered for the first time in a while, just a little. “i’m sorry, i didn’t realize–”

katsuki, with cold movements, closed his notebook. “that’s the problem,” he grimaced. “you never realize anything.”

the words landed wrong, awfully wrong. but he didn’t care in that moment, because of how uncomfortable he was emotionally. 

at his words, you straightened slowly, fingers curling into themselves. “uh… what do you mean?”

he scoffed, sinking back into his chair, arms crossing. “you follow me around. you nod along. you look at me like i’m” he stopped himself, jaw tightening, consciously selecting the most harmful combination of words. “like i’m something i’m not. like i’m just a figure in that delusional head of yours.”

your throat bobbed, face warm, eyes still present despite his words. “i just… like being around you.”

that softness, that consistent prying into his chest, his mind. that, was what pushed him over. 

“that’s stupid,” he said coldly. “fucking stand up for yourself for once. you should know better by now.”

this time, you didn’t know how to respond. just plain, cold, silence. 

the cafe noise faded into a deafening dull hum, and all you could do was stare at him, eyes wide, like you’d been slapped. 

“...just thought things would play out different, is all,” you whispered, lips tilting to a frown. 

he laughed once, bitter. “don’t flatter yourself.”

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ watched your face crumble in real time. 

your eyes glossed over first, lashes fluttering as you tried – tried so hard – to keep it together. your lips parted like you wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out. 

it didn’t take long for the tears to fall. 

“i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” you said, voice wobbly, syllables messy. “okay– i’m sorry. i’ll try to stop, i promise.”

you were already standing, gathering your things with trembling hands, wiping at your cheeks like you were embarrassed to be seen like this – and not like the other times you were embarrassed to display your admiration and affection. 

“i’m sorry,” you choked out again, indefinitely softer this time. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ didn’t go after you. 

he watched you leave – watched the door swing shut behind you, watched the space you’d occupied stay empty – and then he sat back down like nothing had happened. like he hadn’t just made you cry. again. 

it was better this way, he told himself. distance was what you needed, what he needed. the feeling in his chest would die down on its own. it’d rot into something forgettable. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ he avoided you like the plague from then on.

he left quickly before you could reconcile, opting to take different exits from buildings, sat a few seats away instead of beside you. when group work forced you into the same space, he kept things curt and professional. 

no venomous insults, no malicious teasing laced with condescension. 

you noticed. of course you did. you always did. 

katsuki realized something scary and unsettling. nothing was going to change when it came to you, and how you felt about him. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ hated the way you still showed up. 

you still smiled at him when you spoke to him, but this time, it was careful now. practiced and methodical. you were measuring every word before letting it leave your mouth. 

you lived true to your words. 

you didn’t hover annoyingly around him, didn’t look at him like you used to. and things were finally settling back into natural order. katsuki never felt more relieved. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who caught you wiping your eyes in the engineering hallway one afternoon – quick, discreet, like you didn’t want anyone to see. 

and of course, he didn’t turn around to comfort you. if he didn’t, he knew exactly what would happen. 

you’d shove your face into his chest, all mushy and fragile. then, he’d have to say something. he’d have to push you away, or even worse, pull you closer. and you’d look up at him regardless with hope, trust, and that quiet, delusional belief that he cared.

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ noticed you at the cafe before you noticed him.

you were already seated when he arrived — same leather chair, same corner with that practiced straightened posture — but you looked off. your shoulders held stiff like you were bracing for something, almost too hinged. your eyes were dull around the edges, spark forced as you stared at the screen in front of you with an intensity that didn’t quite land.

your fingers flew across the keyboard, typing and deleting, typing again. you nodded to yourself every few seconds like you were convincing yourself to even stay awake. 

katsuki recognized it instantly. fake concentration, performative.

“…great,” he muttered, dropping into the chair across from you. “you gonna actually look at me or keep pretending you’re busy.”

you startled slightly, then smiled, the motion not quite reaching your eyes. 

“sorry,” you said, laughing softly. “yeah. i’m here.”

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ watched you struggle through the session.

you answered when spoken to, contributed when needed, but your responses lagged by just a second too long. you rubbed at your wrists absentmindedly, nails pressing into your skin. 

you laughed when he made a sharp comment. laughed when he mumbled to himself about something. it was still you, all attentive, but something about it was uncanny. 

“…what’s up with you.” he asked eventually, irritation threaded with his workload.

you nodded immediately. “yeah, i’m sorry. just tired, long day.”

he scoffed, but his eyes narrowed.

liar.

he didn’t see you again that night.

you packed up quickly when the work ended, mumbled something about needing to go, and disappeared before he could say anything else. the chair you left behind stayed empty long after he finished packing his own things.

something twisted unpleasantly in his gut.

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ wasn’t prepared for the next day that you came in, practically bawling your eyes.

you were late, and you were never late.

he was already seated when you stumbled into the cafe, breathless, eyes rimmed red like you’d been crying for hours. your hands shook as you clutched your bag, knuckles pale, movements uncoordinated.

“…you’re late,” he snapped automatically.

you opened your mouth, closed it, then your face crumpled, brows knitted together devastatingly.

“shit—” he started.

you were crying before you even sat down. your shoulders shook as you pressed a hand to your mouth, trying—and failing—to keep it together.

“hey,” he said sharply, standing up. “what the hell—”

you dropped into the chair like your legs had given out, tears spilling freely now, breath stuttering, words coming out in messy blabbles. 

“i– i think i did something really bad,” you choked out, fingers shaking. “i really messed up.”

“what?”

your hands trembled as you wiped at your cheeks, smearing tears uselessly. “i— i got scammed.”

the words tumbled out broken, ugly, cracking on each vowel.

“the tutor,” you continued, voice cracking. “he took the money and— and he said i wasn’t improving fast enough and then he just— he ended it. and i thought i was doing okay but i’m not and—” you sucked in a sharp breath, glancing up at him beneath your clumped lashes. “i’m failing,” you whispered.

“…failing what,” he asked, dangerously calm.

you shook your head, sobbing. “the math. i tried so hard to catch up but i didn’t realize how bad it was until i checked my grades and i don’t–- know what to do.”

your hands clenched into fists in your lap.

“i didn’t want you to know,” you said softly. “i didn’t want you to think i was useless– so– so...”

something cold snapped into place behind his eyes, something green swirling in his gut.

“you got a tutor.” he said flatly.

you flinched, nodding. “yeah—”

“you let some asshole take your money,” he continued, voice low. “when you could’ve just– nevermind..”

you nodded, tears dripping onto the table. “i was scared– not of you, but of failing...”

he dragged a hand down his face, breathing slow and controlled. of course, why would you come to him? a day ago he wouldn’t have offered you help if you even asked. 

but with your pretty lips jutting out, tears bubbling in those soft, sad rounded eyes. cheeks blotchy and puffy. 

he wouldn’t go as far to call the feeling inside him pity, but maybe something else… adjacent.  

“…how much were you scammed.”

“like around… sixty per session.”

his jaw clenched. “fucking sixty? and you’re still failing?”

you nodded again, miserable, shoulders curling inwards.

“…right,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, completely aware of the situation he was about to put himself in.

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ took it upon himself after that.

not with an apology, god no. he didn’t ask if you wanted help — he told you, blunt, final, like it was already decided, that he’d take over. free of charge. your notes migrated back into his hands, hidden scrutiny behind his gaze as he mulled over your handwriting. 

before you knew it, your schedule quietly rearranged itself around late nights and earlier mornings. he started bringing printed past papers without explanation, circling questions with a pen and shoving them toward you like it was obvious you’d need them.

he was still rough around the edges, that was to be said without a doubt.

he still snapped when you took too long. still scoffed when you made careless mistakes, annoyance simmering beneath his skin as you asked the nth stupid question of the night. but the insults dulled — caught behind clenched teeth, swallowed down with sharp exhales. he learned when to pause, when to bite down his venomous words. when to start again slower, how to navigate your mind. when to grit through explanations instead of cutting you down.

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ found himself in your room more nights than he’d planned instead of the cafe.

sitting on the edge of your bed, papers spread messily between you, his shoulder brushing yours every time he leaned in to point something out. it wasn’t intentional at all.

the room was quiet except for the scratch of pen on paper, the hum of your cheap, rip-off lamp, your soft voice reading questions aloud.

sometimes it was past midnight before he noticed. and he hadn’t known why he bothered staying.

but, somewhere in between those late nights, he noticed the way your confidence rebuilt itself. the way your questions sharpened, the way your eyes lit up when you got something right. the way your hands stopped shaking when you wrote, all bubbly and enthusiastic whenever he spoke.

in a way, it was really getting to him, but this time, it seeped. bleeded through the stubbornness in his heart. because at night once he returned back home, he found himself once more, hand wrapped firm around his cock, fisting himself to the thought of your pretty face. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ watched you after the exam. he’d finished early and expected to leave immediately. 

you burst out of the building breathless, faster than he’d expect, eyes bright, searching the crowd until you spotted him. the moment you did, you didn’t hesitate — you ran straight into him, arms around his middle, laughter spilling out as you told him how good that exam felt. 

he froze for half a second, arms catching you without thinking. uncomfortably and disgustingly invasive, your joy hit him harder than any achievement ever could. he couldn’t help but push down that pride he felt knowing it was him – not the other pathetic tutor. not anyone else – who helped you. 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ didn’t plan to be in your room that afternoon.

it was supposed to be quick, final edits, finishing touches on the group project then everything would be over. nothing more, just a quick drop by to save you the hassle of getting home so late.

but the air felt different, closer. and it seemed like you noticed it too, or maybe it was you making it that way.

you lingered near him longer than necessary. your touches were ‘accidental’ until they weren’t. a soft peck to his cheek — hesitant, testing, appreciative and slow — that made his breath hitch and his patience finally snap. 

“thanks for… dealing with me.”

it just happened…

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ never said when the line blurred, nor in that moment did he care. only that somewhere between tutoring sessions, late nights, and watching you believe in yourself again — he stopped pushing you away, because in that moment – with your breasts spilling through your top, eyes staring up at him like you fucking wanted him inside – he had no restraint. 

it felt inevitable, like it had always been heading there, and soon enough…

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who was so fucking easy.

he has you bouncing like a rabid bunny all over his cock, up and down, slamming your hips right down onto his pelvic bone, pants fogging up his crooked rims.

grip tight on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh like he's claiming every inch of you as his personal fucktoy. each upward thrust met with your frantic bounces has you mewling into his mouth, ass slapping against his thighs as he took you on your bed. 

he didn’t know where the degradation came from, and where it stemmed from, but the way you looked on his lap so fucking slutty and desperate like you’d finally won had him seething whimpered through parted lips.

“fucking look at you,” he sighed out, his voice mocking and pitched a little higher than he’d intended, eyes locked on the way your tits pressed against his chest. “always wanted this, huh? my cock inside of you?”

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who embarrassingly swells inside of you, his thick shaft spreading you wide, pounding deep into your gummy walls with every slam of your hips.

it doesn’t take long for his balls to tighten. 

you felt so good– too good. his vision blurred, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he let you bounce all over him. he was getting close, so fucking close. 

the friction felt incredible, warmth engulfing him whole as you let out a needy whine, whispering affection into his ear. 

“s–so close, suki! i can’t…!”

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who senses your rhythm faltering, thighs aching as you struggled to maintain your bounces. 

pulling back, katsuki’s eyes scanned over your expression. parted lips, teary eyes, flushed warm cheeks. 

“need…need to cum!” you cried out, your bounces turning into lazy, tired grinds.

the sight pitiful, his expression softened just a fraction, hips moving deliberately to compensate. with two beefy arms, he wraps them around you, lifting you up, then slamming you down to the hilt. 

“aah! f–fuck! ‘m close, i’m–”

your whining into his neck, blabbering and completely drunk on his cock. so soft in his arms, pliable and needy. with a free hand, he strokes your back almost tenderly, mind swirling with lust as he inches closer and closer to his own climax. 

“i’m close to… fuck, you feel so good–”

and with that, you cum instantly, thighs shaking around his side. you twitch in his hold, a loud cry escaping your lips as you clench impossibly around him. 

“holy shit, y-you’re so fucking tight– did you just?”

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who absolutely registers you’ve got a praise kink. 

should’ve been obvious by the way your eyes sparkled every time he validated your working out, or that one time he caught your thighs pressing together when he said ‘good’ to some mediocre, bare minimum, correct solution you conjured together. 

he hated how much power he had over it, but at the same time…

“that’s right,” he muttered, glancing over your working, leaned over your shoulder. “you did that part clean.”

you froze, then smiled. that faint, soft glimmer in your eyes. 

“...yeah?” you asked. 

he frowned, seeing the way your cheeks heated up, body tense. “yeah. don’t make me repeat myself.” 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who realizes he’s just as filthy are you are.

he doesn’t remember, or know how the line blurred, but somewhere along the way his usual degradation faded into sweeter, honeyed words. 

without meaning to, his words turned into frequent physical touches. a hand on your shoulder. a hand moving up your thigh. and before he knew it, he was craving what you’ve been wanting for a long time. 

nights dedicated to study turned into quiet, muffled whimpers, legs intertwined, cum spilling everywhere. 

he should feel ashamed that the measly girl who had a crush on him since high school had finally gotten her way. 

“you fucking like that?” katsuki groaned out, thumb pressed against your clit as he hammered into you in missionary. “like having my cock inside of you? taking care of you like this?”

“mmhmm! i–i like it so much!” you cried out, nibble hands moving to his jaw, pulling him into a kiss. “i like you so much…”

worse of all? katsuki would selfishly sink in it. indulge in it, feed into your soft affection. 

“you do?” he smirked, hands moving to press your knees to your ears. “i can tell…doing so good for me, aren’t you?”

expectantly, and intentionally on katsuki’s end, he’d feel you clench around him, walls fluttering on his cock as he kissed that soft gummy spot inside of you.

“ngh mhm! just for you…” 

♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ realized he liked threading sweetness into your ears.

it came as habit, and something he genuinely wanted to do. he was growing fearful that he was truly basking in your presence, and that one day, he’d actually want something more. 

he wasn’t too sure if he had the time or effort to invest in you fully like this.

but for some reason, fucking you senseless in his arms and keeping you well–lit under the cafe lights felt easier than chucking a label on top. 

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꒰ note: typed on my phone. so sad to go back to uni tomorrow. so tired from working. so tired at the thought at going to uni, and everything lol

[plutopitou]

Good soup

[lonelyfooryouonly]

what hurts more than a break up? | katsuki b.

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Pairing: bf!katsuki x gf!reader

Summary: Katsuki is rough around the edges, and you believed you could endure the friction. But in the end… the cuts run too deep.

Warnings: angst, toxic relationship, two people trying to make it work but failling, controlling behaviour, cursing, reader is being called sensitive and fragile, katsuki doesn't know how to communicate, katsuki is very bad at feelings.

Wc: 2,6k

A/N: hope u like it! i’d love to hear your opinions! please comment, like and reblog! part 2 will be a time skip.

“I told you not to go, didn’t I?” Katsuki’s voice cut through the silence of the car, sharp and low, slicing into the quiet like a blade.

“You did,” you murmured, eyes fixed on your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your knuckles were white.

“You never listen, do you?” he muttered, jaw tight, hands gripping the steering wheel a little too hard. “Always makin’ me do shit for you.”

That last comment made your chest tighten.

“I just told you I didn’t feel good at the party. I didn’t even ask you to come pick me up or anything,” you said, trying to steady your breathing.

Your voice felt heavy, weighted by all the unsaid things that had been piling up between you two.

He did this often— finding reasons to blame you for the tiniest things.

You didn’t know which part of him urged it. Was he stressed about his hero work? Upset over something you had missed? Or did he just… like to push your buttons? You didn’t know. And you probably never would, because every time you tried to get him to open up, he reminded you of how sensitive you were, how “fragile” your feelings could be and how you were the one pushing him.

“If I don’t deal with it now, I’ll just have to hear you complain about it later. Spare me,” he grumbled, finally taking the turn towards his house.

You stayed quiet.

His voice wasn’t harsh this time, but it carried a certain fatigue, like he was tired of everything— including you.

His words lingered in your mind, cutting you like ice. Your voice barely above a whisper, you asked, “Am… Am I a nuisance for you, Katsuki?”

“What? I never said that.” He stole a quick glance at you, but your head stayed turned towards the window, tracing the blurred city lights as they rushed past.

“You don’t need to say that. It’s just… obvious you think like that,” you murmured, almost too quietly for him to hear.

“Hey, don’t put words in my mouth—”

“If I can’t even tell my partner about my worries, or my day, or anything that happens to me… then what is even this? A relationship is based on communication, Katsuki.”

You paused.

A shudder ran through your chest.

“…Sure, I tell my friends stuff, we keep in touch, but I want you to know too. I want you to know what I’m feeling… what I do… but you… you clearly see it as tiring. Like me talking your ear off,” your voice cracked on the last words, sharp and high-pitched, the knot in your throat growing heavier.

“You don’t really need to tell me every small thing—”

“I don’t need to do this, do that, you’re never happy with what I do!” you snapped, and the words hung in the air, jagged and raw.

“It’s just—”

“Take me home,” you cut him off, your voice trembling.

He exhaled sharply, jaw clenching.

After a few moments, he took another turn, changing the course.

“I don’t even have any damn clothes at yours,” he muttered, voice low and annoyed.

His comment got under your skin.

“You don’t need to stay. You can go back to your place,” you said quietly.

“The fuck?” His confusion was quick, but there was a pause, like the words had hit him harder than he wanted to admit.

“I need to be alone,” you clarified, swallowing hard, the words scraping your throat on the way out.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your sleeve, nails digging in like you needed the pain to ground yourself.

“Because of some bullshit?” Katsuki scoffed, a sharp, humorless sound. His grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles whitening as he leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing.

“Come on. Since when did you become so sensitive? This is literally why we fight every fuckin’ minute.”

He frowned, jaw working like he was chewing on the rest of his words, eyes flicking towards you— searching — but you kept your gaze locked on the window, watching your reflection blur and disappear between passing streetlights.

“You think I like this?” he continued, voice rising despite himself. He dragged a hand through his hair, tugging at it in frustration before letting it fall back to the wheel with a dull thud.

“I’m tired too. I’m not used to this—” his breath stuttered, anger slipping into something rougher, rawer, “—but you want so much from me. All the time. It’s makin’ me fuckin’ crazy.”

The car filled with the sound of his breathing, uneven now, chest lifting hard under his shirt. He glanced at you again, a bit longer this time, irritation mixing with something he didn’t have the words for.

“Hey—” His voice dropped, losing some of its bite, rough around the edges. “Would you look at me at least?”

You still don't answer.

His jaw tightens, loosens, tightens again. His thumb taps against the steering wheel once. Twice. The engine hums steadily, streetlights flashing across his face in harsh, uneven intervals.

The tapping turns into a sharp flex of his fingers. He exhales through his nose, annoyed, restless. Silence— your silence— has always done this to him. He doesn’t know how to fight it. Doesn’t know where to aim.

“Tch,” he clicks his tongue, glancing at you again. “You gonna say somethin’ or just keep starin’ at the fuckin’ window?”

You don’t answer. Your lips stay pressed together, breath shallow, eyes unfocused on the blur of asphalt and neon signs outside.

That does it.

“Fuck—” He jerks the wheel slightly, irritation flashing hot and sudden.

Without warning, he signals and veers off the road, like his life depended on it. He quickly pulled the car into the closest parking lot. The tires crunch softly against gravel as he parks too hard, the car rocking once before going still.

The engine keeps running.

You blink, confused, your body lurching forward slightly with the stop. Your head turns towards him instinctively, brows knitting together. “What—?”

Katsuki kills the engine.

He turns to face you fully now, one arm slung over the steering wheel, the other clenched tight against his thigh. His expression is sharp, eyes burning, chest rising faster than before.

“No. We’re not doin’ this shit,” he says, voice low and strained. “We’re gonna talk about this.”

For a second, you just stare at him.

Then you laugh.

It slips out broken and breathless, halfway between a sob and something hysterical. Your shoulders shake as tears finally spill over, hot and unstoppable, blurring your vision as you lift a hand to your face.

“Oh,” you choke, laughing through tears, disbelief cutting deep. “Oh— now you want to talk?”

The laugh collapses in on itself, turning sharp, breath hitching painfully in your chest. You scrub at your face with the heel of your palm, like you can wipe the moment away, but the tears keep coming anyway— spilling, burning, relentless.

“What about all the times I wanted to talk?” you demand, your voice climbing despite your attempt to rein it in. Your hands come up, fingers splayed, shaking in front of you like you don’t know where to put them. “The times I begged you to listen to me?”

Katsuki stiffens, shoulders pulling tight, but you don’t stop. You can’t.

“What about the times I asked you to open up?” Your chest heaves as you lean forward, the seatbelt biting into you. “I was right there. I waited. I tried to be patient, tried to understand, tried not to push—”

Your hand curls into a fist and comes down against your thigh, once, hard. The sting barely registers.

“But now,” you laugh again, wet and broken, shaking your head in disbelief, “now you suddenly want to talk because you feel like it?”

You turn to him fully then, eyes red and shining, tears clinging to your lashes. “Now it’s important to you?” Your voice cracks on the word, splintering. “What about when it was important to me?”

Silence slams back into the car.

Katsuki’s jaw clenches so hard it looks like it might break. His hand tightens on the steering wheel again, leather creaking under his grip. He drags in a breath through his nose, sharp and shaky, like he’s trying to keep himself from exploding.

You shake your head slowly, shoulders curling inward now, the anger draining into something rawer. Smaller. “You don’t get to decide when this matters,” you whisper, the words landing heavier than the shouting did. “You don’t get to ignore me until I stop talking and then act like that’s the problem.”

Your hands fall back into your lap, trembling, fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes as if holding onto yourself is the only thing keeping you upright.

Katsuki opens his mouth.

Nothing comes out.

For once, it’s him who doesn’t know what to say— and the realization hits him hard, settling heavy in his chest as he stares at you, finally seeing just how long you’ve been screaming into the void.

And this time… he can’t pretend he didn’t hear it.

Katsuki doesn’t snap back this time.

He just… stops.

The anger drains out of his face slowly, like someone pulled the plug on it.

His jaw works once, then stills. He stares at the dashboard instead of you, eyes fixed somewhere just past the speedometer, like if he looks at you any longer something in him might give way.

Your words replay in his head, ugly and unavoidable.

What about when it was important to me?

His grip on the steering wheel loosens, fingers trembling before he clenches them again— harder this time, nails digging into the leather like he’s trying to punish himself. His chest feels tight. Too tight. He drags in a breath, but it sticks halfway, sharp and unsteady.

Fuck.

He swallows, throat burning. There’s a pressure behind his eyes he doesn’t recognize at first— until he does, and the realization makes his teeth grit together in panic. He blinks once. Twice. Like that’ll make it go away.

It doesn’t.

He turns his head slightly, just enough to look at you from the corner of his eye. You’re curled in on yourself now, shoulders hunched, hands clenched in your lap like you’re holding something together that’s already splintering. And it hits him— harder than anything you said.

You look tired.

Not angry. Not dramatic. Just… worn down.

And that’s on him.

“Fuck…” he mutters under his breath, the word coming out rough, wrecked. His hand leaves the steering wheel, dropping uselessly to his thigh. He rubs at it once, like he doesn’t know what to do with it, then stills.

You were right.

About all of it.

He had been a jerk. Short-tempered. Self-centered. Acting like your patience was infinite, like you’d always be there no matter how often he brushed you off, snapped at you, made you feel like you were asking for too much just by wanting to be heard.

Like you were the problem.

His vision blurs for half a second and he sucks in a sharp breath, jaw tightening as he leans back in his seat, staring up at the dark ceiling of the car. He presses the heel of his hand into his eyes, hard— too hard— like he can physically force the feeling back down.

Saying sorry feels useless now.

So he doesn’t.

He reaches for the key instead.

The engine turns over, loud in the cramped space, the sound filling the gap where words should be. He grips the steering wheel again, tighter than before, knuckles pale.

“I’ll take you home,” he says at last.

His voice is flat. Controlled. Too controlled. Like if he lets even one more thing slip, the whole damn thing might come apart.

He pulls out of the parking lot without waiting for a response, eyes fixed on the road, jaw set hard. The streetlights streak across his face again, but now they catch the tight line of his mouth, the tension in his brow.

It’s not dismissal.

It’s retreat.

And you feel it— that this is all he can give you right now. Not an apology. Not reassurance. Just the act of getting you where you asked to be, because staying here any longer might force him to admit something he’s not ready to face.

The car moves forward.

But something between you has already shifted, cracked open— and both of you know what will happen once your ways part.

The ride home is silent.

Not the sharp, tensed kind that follows a fight— but something emptier. Like the air itself has been scooped out of the car, leaving behind only the low hum of the engine and the steady slide of the city passing by.

Katsuki drives with both hands locked on the steering wheel, posture rigid, eyes fixed forward. He doesn’t look at you. Not once. Streetlights streak across his face in pale flashes, catching the tight line of his mouth, the tension pulled hard across his shoulders.

You sit still, hands resting limply in your lap.

Your chest aches, but it’s a distant pain now— muted, like your body already knows there’s no point in reacting anymore. Somewhere between a red light and the familiar turn onto your street, the truth settles in with a quiet finality.

This is the end.

Not because of tonight alone. Tonight was just the moment you stopped holding it together by yourself. You think of all the times you fought for this— how often you explained, waited, softened yourself, carried the weight of both of you just to keep things from falling apart.

You were tired. Just like him.

You wanted too much, but he could only offer so little.

Your building comes into view, grey and familiar, and your stomach drops anyway. Katsuki slows the car and pulls up to the curb. The engine idles.

He says nothing.

So do you.

You reach for the door handle. The click sounds louder than it should. Cold air brushes your face as you step out, grounding and cruel all at once. You shut the door quietly— too quietly. Like you don’t want to disturb something that’s already dead.

You take a step towards the entrance.

Then another.

You don’t hear his door open. No footsteps behind you. No voice calling your name.

You don’t look back.

Inside the building, the door closes behind you with a soft, final thud. The sound echoes down the empty hallway and your legs give out, your back pressing against the door as if it’s the only thing keeping you upright.

Your breath breaks.

The sob comes out of you all at once— sharp and ugly, tearing through your chest as your hand flies to your mouth, trying and failing to keep it quiet. Your shoulders shake, knees weak, tears spilling faster now that there’s no one to hold them back for.

There’s no one left to fight for this.

The realization hurts more than anything else.

You fought enough. You waited. You bent. You carried patience like a burden and called it love. And when you finally put it down— when you went quiet, when you stopped trying to fix what wasn’t yours to fix—

Everything ended.

Because you were the one holding it together.

And without you carrying the weight, there was nothing left to save.

You slide down the door slowly, curling in on yourself as the crying takes over, the hallway empty, the night outside still moving on without you.

And somewhere, a few streets away, Katsuki is still sitting in his car—

but you don’t know that.

And for the first time, you don’t wait for him to come after you.

[plutopitou]

It’s kinktober and i better see hands up, eyes to the front, questions asked and minds present. 😌

[plutopitou]

My last 5 situationships and 1 situation-situation ship didn’t work out so i’m here to return to my roots 😇

[relentlessibs]

[mallielune]

TOTAL INSECURITY .

⌗ pairing: {established relationship} katsuki bakugou x jealous! reader

⌗ trigger warnings: jealousy, insecurity, self-doubt, emotional distress, anxiety, miscommunication, crying, negative self-talk.

⌗ anon request: hello! I was wondering if you could make a story where y/n is getting jealous over katsuki getting close to another girl classmate? like basically him and another girl in class 1-a start training and hangout a bit and reader starts getting a bit jealous and insecure, basically a comfort fic. i’d really appreciate it cause i’m kind of in a mood today 🥹

⌗ a/n: thx for requesting this!! uh, i decided to use a random Japanese generator name thingy because i didn’t want to use any of the actual mha girls. and yes, I am doing requests. I JUST CAN’T FIND PHOTOS. [edit: if you get what the title name is from, ilysm.]

the first time you noticed her, she was standing at the front of class 1-a with that nervous smile transfer students always wore. emiko tanaka—her quirk was something called "energy sync" that let her match and amplify others' abilities temporarily. aizawa had explained it in his usual monotone, but you'd been more focused on the way katsuki's eyes had lingered on her demonstration.

"interesting," he'd muttered, and something cold had settled in your stomach.

you'd been dating katsuki for six months now. six months of his rare soft smiles, of him walking you to class with his hand in yours, of quiet moments where his guard dropped completely. you thought you'd gotten past the worst of your insecurities, but watching emiko successfully sync with his explosions during their first paired training session brought them all rushing back.

"she's really good," kirishima commented, watching as emiko's borrowed explosions created a perfect crater in the training ground. "her control is insane."

"yeah," you managed, throat tight. "really good."

katsuki was grinning—actually grinning—as he helped emiko up from where she'd been knocked back by the recoil. when was the last time he'd smiled like that during training? when was the last time he'd looked at you like that? you tried to remember, but all you could focus on was the way his hands lingered on her arms as he steadied her, the way she looked up at him with those bright eyes full of admiration.

over the next few weeks, it became routine. emiko would pair with katsuki for combat training, their quirks complementing each other perfectly. she could handle his explosive power better than anyone else in class, and he seemed to thrive on having a partner who could keep up. you watched from the sidelines during training, paired with whoever was left, trying not to notice how natural they looked together.

you told yourself it was just training. professional. but then you started noticing the little things.

the way katsuki would wait for her after class, both of them heading to the gym for extra practice while you walked back to the dorms alone. how he'd explain techniques to her with unusual patience, his voice lacking its typical harsh edge. the inside jokes that developed between them—references to their training sessions that made her laugh and him smirk with satisfaction. how she'd save him a seat at lunch sometimes, or bring him notes from classes he'd missed.

you found yourself studying them during meals, watching how comfortable they'd become with each other. emiko would steal food from his plate without him threatening to explode her face off—something that had taken you months to achieve. she'd tease him about his study habits, and he'd actually laugh instead of shouting. worse, she understood his ambitions in a way that felt similar to you, nodding along when he talked about being the number one hero, asking questions that showed she actually listened.

"you're being ridiculous," you whispered to yourself one evening, watching through the gym windows as they worked through a complex combination attack. emiko was practicing syncing with his explosions while moving, and every time she succeeded, katsuki's face would light up with genuine pride. but when she stumbled and katsuki caught her, steadying her with hands on her waist, both of them laughing breathlessly from the exertion, you couldn't stop the tears that blurred your vision.

you turned away before either of them could see you, but not before you heard emiko say, "thanks, katsuki. you're an amazing teacher." the warmth in her voice made your chest ache.

the breaking point came during a weekend study session. you'd been looking forward to spending time with katsuki, had even picked up his favorite snacks from the convenience store. but he'd gotten a text from emiko about needing help with a hero law assignment.

"rain check?" he'd asked, already reaching for his jacket. "she's struggling with the case studies, and you know how brutal those are."

you'd nodded, forced a smile, told him it was fine. but as you watched him leave, something inside you cracked. he used to help you with hero law. he used to be the one you could count on for study sessions and quiet conversations about your dreams. you remembered sitting in his room for hours, him patiently explaining legal precedents while you struggled to understand the complex cases.

now he was rushing off to help someone else, and you were left wondering if you were being replaced. the snacks sat unopened on your desk, mocking you.

the next few days passed in a blur of forced normalcy. you smiled when katsuki kissed you good morning, laughed at his jokes, pretended not to notice when he and emiko would disappear for their training sessions. but the doubt was eating at you, whispering cruel things in the quiet moments.

she's stronger than you. more compatible with his quirk. she doesn't flinch when he shouts, doesn't need the gentle handling you sometimes require. she's everything you're not.

you started avoiding the gym, finding excuses to skip group training sessions. when katsuki asked why, you'd claim you were tired or had homework. the lies tasted bitter on your tongue, but you couldn't bear to watch them together anymore, couldn't stand seeing how effortlessly she fit into the space you'd thought was yours.

mina noticed first, cornering you after class one day. "hey, what's going on? you've been weird lately."

"nothing," you'd deflected, but she saw right through you.

"it's about bakugou and the new girl, isn't it?" she'd said gently, and your face must have given you away because she sighed. "oh, honey."

"it's stupid," you'd whispered, but mina shook her head.

"feelings aren't stupid. but you should talk to him instead of torturing yourself like this."

but how could you? how could you tell the person you loved that you were terrified of losing him? that every interaction he had with emiko felt like a knife in your chest?

you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice katsuki approaching until he dropped into the seat beside you at lunch.

"you're being weird," he said without preamble, red eyes studying your face. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," you replied automatically, stabbing at your rice with more force than necessary. across the cafeteria, you could see emiko sitting with some of the other girls, occasionally glancing over at your table.

"bullshit." his voice was low, meant only for you. "you've been avoiding me for three days. did i do something?"

the concern in his tone almost broke you. this was katsuki—your katsuki—who noticed when you were upset, who cared enough to ask. but then you saw emiko approaching from across the cafeteria, and the doubt came rushing back.

"i'm fine," you insisted, standing abruptly. "i just... i need some air."

you felt his eyes on you as you left, but you didn't turn back. you also didn't see the confused look he exchanged with emiko when she asked if you were okay.

that evening, you were sitting on your bed, staring at your homework without really seeing it, when someone knocked on your door. you knew that knock—sharp, impatient, but not aggressive. katsuki.

"we need to talk," he said when you opened the door, and his expression was serious enough that you stepped aside to let him in.

he sat on your desk chair, turning it to face you as you perched on the edge of your bed. for a moment, neither of you spoke. you could hear the sounds of your classmates in the hallway, muffled conversations and laughter that felt worlds away from the tension in your room.

"are you breaking up with me?"

the question hit you like a physical blow. "what? no! why would you—"

"because you've been acting like you can't stand to be around me," he interrupted, running a hand through his hair. "and i can't figure out what i did wrong."

the raw vulnerability in his voice made your chest ache. this was what your insecurity had done—made the person you loved most think he was losing you.

"you didn't do anything wrong," you said quietly. "i just... i've been stupid."

"about what?"

you took a shaky breath, fingers twisting in your lap. "about you and emiko."

katsuki's eyebrows shot up. "me and—what the hell are you talking about?"

"you've been spending so much time with her," you continued, the words tumbling out now that you'd started. "training together, studying together, and she's so good with your quirk, and you smile at her in ways you haven't smiled at me in weeks, and i just—" your voice cracked. "i started thinking maybe you realized you'd be better off with someone who could actually keep up with you."

the silence that followed was deafening. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, couldn't bear to see confirmation of your fears in his expression.

then you felt the bed dip as he sat beside you, his hand covering yours.

"look at me," he said softly, and when you reluctantly met his eyes, they were intense but gentle. "you really think i'd rather be with her?"

"i don't know," you whispered. "maybe? she's stronger than me, her quirk works better with yours—"

"stop." his hands came up to cup your face, thumbs brushing away tears you hadn't realized were falling. "just stop."

he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "you wanna know why i've been training with her so much? because aizawa paired us up for the upcoming exercise, and i didn't want to look like an idiot in front of the whole class. you wanna know why i help her with homework? because she asked, and i'm not a complete asshole, despite what everyone thinks."

his thumbs traced across your cheekbones. "but you wanna know what i think about when i'm with her? i think about how she's not you. how her laugh doesn't make my chest feel warm, how she doesn't know that i like my coffee with too much sugar, how she's never seen me have a nightmare and stayed up all night to make sure i was okay."

"katsuki—"

"i'm not done." his voice was firmer now, more like the katsuki you knew. "she's a good training partner. hell, she's a good person. but she's not the person i want to come home to. she's not the person i think about when i'm falling asleep, or the person i want to tell when something good happens."

he pulled back slightly, forcing you to meet his eyes. "she's not you, and she never could be. you think i care about quirk compatibility? about who's stronger? i fell in love with you because you're you—because you see good in people, because you believe in me even when i don't believe in myself, because you make me want to be better than i am."

"but you seem so happy when you're with her," you protested weakly.

"i'm happy when i'm getting stronger. when i'm working toward being the best hero i can be. but you know what makes me happiest?" he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "coming back to you afterward. telling you about my day, hearing about yours, just... being with you."

the last of your defenses crumbled. "i'm sorry," you breathed. "i'm so sorry, i just—"

"got scared," he finished, pulling you into his arms. "i get it. but next time you're feeling like this, talk to me, okay? don't just disappear on me. i can't fix a problem if i don't know it exists."

you nodded against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely him. "i love you," you murmured.

"love you too," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "more than you know."

you stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other's arms, before katsuki spoke again.

"for the record, though, your quirk works perfectly with mine too. remember last month when we took down that simulation villain together? that was all us, no borrowed power needed."

you pulled back to look at him, finding that familiar smirk on his face. "you're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

"nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "my partner got jealous over a training buddy. it's pretty cute, actually."

"shut up," you laughed, pushing at his shoulder, but he caught your hand and brought it to his lips.

"make me," he challenged, eyes twinkling with mischief.

so you did, leaning in to kiss him properly, pouring all your love and relief and apologies into the gesture. when you finally broke apart, breathless and smiling, you felt like yourself again.

"so," you said, settling back against his side, "tell me about this training exercise you're so worried about."

and as he launched into an explanation of the complex scenario aizawa had planned, complete with dramatic gestures and colorful commentary about your classmates' weaknesses, you realized something important: this was what you'd been missing. not the explosive training sessions or the patient tutoring, but this—the quiet intimacy of sharing daily life with someone who chose you, again and again.

emiko was a good training partner. but you were katsuki's everything, and he was yours.

that was more than enough.

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SEEKING WHOM HE MAY DEVOUR ★ KEIGO TAKAMI

warnings: smut (minors and ageless blogs will be blocked), dark content, sacriligious content, blasphemous storytelling, catholic church, virgin!reader, incubus!keigo, non/dubcon, breeding, naive!reader, cunninlingus, female reader, sompnophilia (to be safe), corruption. there will only be two parts to this.

word count: 11k

MERCY FALL UPON THEE

God created all things beautiful.

Though no one ever seems to mention that he also created Lucifer. Though he creates beautiful things, It’s a testament that not everything beautiful is good. If it’s not good, it’s evil. However, what if those that were deemed evil seeked refuge? Is there really permanent change after repentance?

A soft whisper of wind whistled through a crowd of falling petals, brushing past a sturdy black suit. It was Keigo and his thoughts; with each step he took, his skin burned as he reached the doors of the church. He took some time to eye the building. Pure white all around except for oak wood roofing. It was a quaint little church with little to offer, but if it had a single member to fill a pew, maybe it could help him. With a rosary clung tight in his fist, the sides of the crucifix piercing into his skin. He wasn’t doing this for mere forgiveness from an old man who got off on listening to the sins of his congregation. The man was doing this to see if his soul could be cleansed and freed from the shackles of sin.

He knew with every angel brought down to Earth to complete a mission, there’s a demon surfacing to the crust to experience a similar fate. It was the age old system of good and bad. Both are needed. One has to suffer for the greater good.

In all of his twenty three years of life, he never once stepped foot into a place of worship. His spirit compelled him to stay away in fear of what he may find inside. Forgiveness was for people who committed sins. If he was the one born from sin and remained in sin, he thought that there was no way that mercy would be granted to his tainted being. Though he stepped inside of the empty sanctuary with a chill running down his spine.

His eyes grew at the marble altar he stepped towards. Decorated in religious statues, intricate paintings and stained glass windows, he could feel the power of the atmosphere attempting to force him to his knees. With heavy feet, he dragged along down the aisle in hopes to get just a little bit closer to the front of the decorated church— closer to God. The feeling that began to wash over him made his stomach turn. It was a foreign feeling and Keigo was no good when change was upon him. The beat of his heart began to quake and lose rhythm. While he wanted to run away, Keigo realized he was too far into the building to make an escape. His breath shallowed out, forcing him to suck in air through his nose. He couldn’t let God see that he was crumbling. He had to ask for forgiveness, cowering away was not an option. Not when he could be free.

As he drew near the altar, he found a seat in the front row. The man dropped to the wooden bench, blond locks mopping over his forehead as his head hung low. The sharp, long breath he took once he found a seat was a granted charity. Of course it was. Quaking, full hands clasped together with gilded eyes shut tight as he leaned over. Keigo’s hot pink, heart shaped lips were pursed together tightly.

“Please– listen to me.” His plea was choked out.

An anxious foot tapped along the spruce wood flooring. Allowing himself to catch his breath, the man before God kept silent. Maybe God could hear his thoughts. Though, the more he tried to think of a proper prayer of liberation, the less he was able to actually come up with the words to say. It was frustrating to say the least. His nose and protruding upper lip pressed into the thumbs of his hands to force himself to come up with the words. He pulsed his hands into his face, trying to get himself out of the sudden slump. Keigo tried. He really did. In fact, he tried so hard to come up with anything that he didn’t even notice a second body entering the room.

He also failed to notice the hand that was reaching out towards him until it finally landed on his shoulder. Wheaty locks of honey and platinum flipped away from his face to expose piercing amber eyes that chased the culprit who laid a finger on him.

You.

He spotted you in powder blue. Your smile was as pure as the energy that radiated off of you. “Praying waiting for the priest? He’s usually gone by now.”

Such a gentle aura bounced off you. You were surely born in sin but there was nothing sinful about you. Little did you know, you were surely a lamb. Though you were no angel, he knew they blesssed you. He could feel the purity in your heart and felt Mary in your heart. You had the power to infiltrate his thoughts. He fantasized about you; he saw himself fall to his knees, with his cheek pressed to your womb, fingers digging into your hips all while asking the Father for forgiveness just by looking at you. His eyes flickered along each part of your face as he lulled himself back into reality. He knew begging wouldn’t get him closer to God. Keigo took a moment to drown in your gentle smile, a corruptive wave taking over him. “No… I just needed a place to pray.”

“You chose this place?”

“Yeah?” Should he not have? He thought it was insulting, thinking that you were questioning his judgement. He believed you thought he made the wrong decision about coming here. Making the wrong decision about trying to seek holiness.

“I’d say you were called to come here.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Sighing out a chuckle, he shoved his hands between his thighs to let them dangle over the edge of his seat, jutting his hips forward to sheepishly laze on the pew bench. Being wrong was better than right in that instance. His eyes fell from yours and dropped to the ground. His back ground into the wood of the bench, lolling his head into his chest. His smile faded fast, realizing the temptation right in front of him.

Watching him, you took pity on his weak position. He looked absolutely distressed. The bags under his eyes and wild look of his hair in contrast to such a cleanly get up made you admire his efforts. He was so beautiful. His features were sharp all across the board except the apples of his doughy cheeks. While you had him, you felt the need to make use of the time you had with this stranger. Immediately you noticed how less of an outcast you were in the church you were a member of. No small talk with the intent to leave you to your own devices. You saw that he didn’t even take the chance to be excused of your presence. Maybe it was selfish to believe that he stayed around for you. You were never much of a talker, but you believed connection didn’t need verbal communication. Relationships based off of this logic were one in a million for you. Maybe he was the one in a million. “Could I ask what you’re praying for?” Your stocky, modest heels shuffled you closer to the distressed man, taking a seat beside him.

It was sweet. If you were an ordinary whore he wouldn’t have thought twice about it and left you. However, when your knee brushed against his thigh, his eyes blew wide with a whole new sensation brewing in him. Keigo took only a few seconds before he answered, “I want forgiveness.” Tilting his head up, the golden locks that framed his face were swept away from his eyes. You could spot the glisten in his honey toned eyes, watching them drink your presence. “I want forgiveness— rebirth. I don’t think I can get it though.”

You took pity on his stance, “anyone is capable of forgiveness and a second chance to be close to God. He loves his children all the same.”

“What does he do to people who aren’t his children?” He quizzed. There was nothing you could say at that point. It was a question you wanted to know the answer to as well. “Feeling like you aren’t is insufferable I’ll tell you that.”

There was only silence out of you. He could pick up on the sweet perfume that lingered on your bosom as you leaned in closer.

“Would you like me to pray with you?” It was a simple question you posed him; placing a hand on his warm knee. “You’re worth much more than you believe and I don’t think I would be alright leaving here knowing you think otherwise.”

“You’re such a good girl,” you heard him whisper. His compliment sent shivers down your spine. His eyes flicker in your general direction, he wouldn’t dare look into your eyes as he asks for something so vulnerable. “Pray for me. Just this once,” he begged, “and then I will be able to pray for myself. Please.” It was such an odd request to hear himself come up with. His face twisted in frustration and uneasiness.

One thing about the good of the Earth: you never had to beg to experience it. Only after suffering will there come the light of mercy to wash your feet of the dirt from your treacherous travel to your present moment. No matter if it’s laid out for you on the Last Supper’s platter or you have dressed your eyes in mud to see clearly, there’s blessings at every turn. Hearing you say yes was the first taste of mercy Keigo ever received in a long time and he could have sworn he felt it on his tongue.

There was a chill that ran throughout his entire being as he felt your hands wrap around his. As if to startle you out of this gentle facade, he sat up, yanking your hands into his chest a little. “What if I don’t feel it?”

Your prayer was paused for a brief moment, lips twisted into a grin. “Be still and know. It’s not my favorite thing to hear, but it’s one of the most helpful things I heard. If your feelings are genuine, God will hear you.”

Relaxing, his hands loosened in yours, “alright.” His body turned to face you. Sharp eyes were hidden from view as he shut his eyes in hopes to find faith. You could feel your hands raise only after you shut your eyes, feeling the warm breath from his nose dance along your knuckles.

As you prayed for him, you whispered faintly. You prayed for him to find refuge; to build a better relationship with God and prayed for him to gain a pure heart. The discontent comment of lust didn’t slip past you, so you prayed for that too. One thing you would say? Is that you’re used to praying for yourself. Praying for someone else was a foreign concept, but if he was in need you knew you had to pray with the same passion as you did for yourself.

He tried to feel it. Keigo tried to feel the relief that he assumed most people under a religion felt. Nothing. He didn’t feel relieved. There was no sense of heavenly protection over him. Forgiveness felt so far away. It was frustrating to say the least. Especially for a life he didn’t ask for. While you prayed, he in turn thought about how unfair it was. What if he was an angel? Everyone had their missions and positions, but to be damned from the start was cruel. Not even a fair chance was sent his way. He had to seek beauty in a life that was carved in darkness and sin. If that’s the life he had to deal with? He’ll take from the prettiest of angels and drown in her fountain in an attempt to taste salvation.

And he was going to start with you.

A hushed amen left your lips as you decided to finish your heavenly plea for him. It shook you to your core to see him already staring at you. There was an edginess in his gaze that turned your stomach and filled it with butterflies.

“Thank you for praying for me…” his tone darkened, letting your hands go before flashing you a gentle smile. “You have such a beautiful soul. Don’t let anyone take the light out of it,” he advised.

Watching him stand to his feet made you blink in awe. He was beautiful in every sense of the word. His beauty wasn’t divine at all. He graced the allure of something wicked. His eyes were meant to enslave you and his smile provoked prurient thoughts. It lodged a lump in your throat filled with a feeling you didn’t try to acknowledge before. You were sure that anyone who caught a glimpse of him would want to run to a confessional and be forgiven of their sins. “I won’t.”

“I didn’t catch your name, angel.”

Muttering out a drawn out pronunciation, you noticed his genuine laugh. “I’m Keigo.”

Keigo.

“Hopefully I will see you again. Maybe in an actual service.”

“If you keep coming here, I’m sure we will see each other again.” Deep inside, you wished to see him more. You could try to break out of your typical introvertedness and actually sit in bible studies or Sunday services like you were leading on. You tried once before, but it was suffocating. For the time being you trusted only the confessional and the altar. Keigo’s presence was comforting. He lingered like a warm memory. One that you didn’t want to stop thinking about. Call it gluttony, but there’s nothing wrong with putting all of your eggs in one basket. It only served you wrong a few times.

The man above you nodded, grinning. “I will see you then. I hope you save me a seat. If I’m late?” He shrugged, tilting his head to the side. “Don’t crucify me.” Winking, he scooped his fingers under your palm, popping it up so he could grip it. Gently lifting it to just licked lips, he pressed a soft, damp kiss to your knuckles before making his way out of the church.

The sudden shift in his demeanor struck you in your core. There wasn’t manipulation in his aura— he still appeared drug through the gravel. However, he carried an apparent confidence he didn’t have before.

IN YOUR DREAMS

Sleep was an escape for you. It was a time to get the rest you needed while taking a break from the responsibilities of the real world. Though after the day you had earlier, Keigo left an impenetrable impression on your mind. The moment he left, his presence weighed heavy no matter where you went or what you did. Your ability to pray for yourself and loved ones was so impaired you simply chose to sit with God for a few moments before heading back home. Classes were over and there was nothing left to do than be left to your own devices. By the time you made it home, a good night's rest was calling your name.

Your dreams were never something to write home about. You weren’t one to usually have nightmares and your dreams were too elusive to even try to write down. Despite your dreams and nightmares, there was another kind of dream that kept your face flushed. Lewd dreams. They weren’t something you were ashamed of— they were normal. In fact, obscene dreams were so one-in-a-million for you, you didn’t even mind when you got them. It wasn’t as if you were an inherently obscene person. You had a small stash of sex toys but that was as far as you went. Those and sex dreams gave you more action than you’ve gotten any other time. It didn’t hurt to sit in any sex dream offered to you. The arousal in the morning was always rewarding.

You knew by the time you woke up, you would deny all premature feelings you adopted for the stranger you met earlier. Though as your mind went on autopilot, denial was thrown to the wolves.

You could see Keigo’s face vividly. It seemed as though he was more beautiful in your dream than he was in person. Though, the way you were draped against your bed littered in duvets and sheets, you wondered if this was a dream or a mere extension of your night. It all felt too real; the dent of Keigo’s hand pressing into the mattress as he hovers above you, his eyes flickering all over your face, the warmth of his body radiating against your skin as he flashes you a smirk. You even take notice of the tint of red in his golden eyes. They held a tangerine hue that made him appear otherworldly.

To him it was a part of what made him a natural born sinner– a demon of sorts. People were forced to believe they had off brand dreams when in reality he spent their night feeding off of their energy and soul. Women really. He’d get them into a paralyzed state and admire them before taking advantage of their bodies. All of this was for the sake of kepeing himself alive one more day. It wasn’t every night that he did this, but surely enough that would be concerning to an outsider. His only saving grace was that he didn’t even have to break into their homes to do it– technically. Keigo would go for easy women he met the day of or the day before. It was rare that he went for women he really liked. Mainly because why like anyone at all if your natural needs are being met? You on the other hand weren’t easy; you were clean and virginistic. It was one of the many attributes about you that he doted on. He simply wanted to peek into your world and use that night as a proper thank you for praying for him.

It’s not often that Keigo decides to infiltrate the dreams of women who help him. In fact, he doesn’t do it at all. Good girls should go to Heaven and not be ruined by the hands of demons such as himself. Though, if he were seeking forgiveness by God and silently held claim over you, you would have to make it to Heaven. Even if he didn’t. While he may be demonic, he still has some form of moral value to his life and others. Women were typically a means of pleasure, but if he caught the right one, she was a simple treasure he would spare. If you were someone who lacked morals, this would be a different story. You were not the woman he wanted to take advantage of. You were to be cherished and he understood that the moment he laid his eyes on you. It’s not to say that he feels bad about being in your space because he doesn’t. If the blonde had to put your consciousness in limbo to spend more time with you, that's exactly what he would have done. You lived in his mind since he left you earlier that day. While he wasn’t able to give a proper goodbye in person, maybe he could wish you well in your dreams.

He never would have thought that lambs were vixens. Watching you adoringly, he spotted you spread out on your sheets with the blankets kicked away from your figure. You laid peacefully, braless with a modest two toned cheeky pair of underwear and a tight cropped tee. If he knew that he was going to be blessed with you adorning a matching red and blue set, he would have visited you with a little more haste. He could recognize the Mary and Jesus influences in your color palette.

As you thought you were dreaming, you spot him above your figure. A shiver ran your body hot as the hand that was dug in the bed lifts to caress the side of your face. The velvety pad of his thumb grazes the apple of your cheek. There’s a quickening pace of your heartbeat as he leans his chest into yours and his nose brushes against yours. Something about his hands interacting with your body was eerily realistic. Suddenly, his hand rips from your cheek and wraps around the height of your neck. “You’re such a pretty girl,” he whispered. “If I could take you with me, I absolutely would.” It’s an ominous statement but he says it with his lips on yours. “Would you let me?” He grumbles, shifting his body while unintentionally rutting his hips into yours. “Would you let me take you with me?”

Keigo didn’t want to hear your answer. It’s not like you could have answered anyways. Instead, he kissed your lips carefully. You seemed like such a gentle virgin that a rough kiss would’ve sacrificed his lamb. “You know what I see when I see you?”

You had enough consciousness to shake your head no, earning a breathy laugh along the corner of your lips.

“I see God when I look at you,” he whispered, pulling away to gaze into your eyes. “He’s in your eyes.” He existed in a devious atmosphere though there was a tender look in his eyes. He wanted to preserve the innocence you waded in the best he could. “You’re the prayer I couldn’t get out.” He said it as if he cherished every part of your being. Your mind, body and soul were meant to stay virtuous. There was a soft coo in his tone, “God, I would hate to see the day she makes it to Heaven and I’m not there beside her.”

As you tried to reach your hand out to touch him, your body felt as if it were held down by stones. Your movement was limited. As much as you tried, you could only twitch a leg against his. It was almost torture not being able to indulge in this dream. Full fingers wrapped around your hand as they guided it up the side of his face. Soft moments like that never came with the position. He was able to touch you but you weren’t able to touch him– properly. With your hand against his skin, it felt as though your brain was trying to conceptualize the sensation of his face rather than knowing what he felt like…what skin felt like. The demon could see the itch you had to speak, but the question you burned to ask was a thought that he was still able to understand.

“What makes you think you think you wouldn’t make it to heaven?”

It was a simple question really. Your question filled his mind naturally but he was not intrigued or amused by it. You could see the disdain on his face.

Shaking his head, he stifled out a chuckle. He had no intention of being interrogated. Keigo was grateful towards you nonetheless. With unfathomably husky hands, the man was cautious while touching you. They trembled tracing the round of your breats, dragging them down your ribcage, lacing down your waist to sneak them uner your top.

And while he did all of this, you let him. You never really had control when it came to your dreams anyways. With a hitch in your breath, he shut his eyes and let his own exhale shake. “… how do you not let the world corrupt you?” leaning his face agaisnt yours once again, the beat of his heart pounded in his chest as his fingertips hiked to the band of your panties. Eager hands swept them down and off your body, tossing them to the ground before hovering his lips over yours. He wouldn’t allow himself another kiss. His time was limited. If Keigo kissed you then, he would never leave– and that had dire consequences.

This was corruptive; Keigo understood the implications of tainting you but he didn’t care. He made sure to keep his eyes on you. Attention was imperative and seeing the look of anticipation on your face made the demon's heart flutter. You were so beautiful to him. You were his salvation but he just wouldn’t say it. Familiar damp kisses trailed the back of your thighs as he hoisted them up. It was an offering. Shoving the tip of his nose in the dough of your flesh to take in your scent was a promise to cherish the angel under his control. The incubus bit your skin like a man starved.

It wasn’t enough.

A shock of electricity ran through you as you felt a gentle lap against your clit. Though it felt good, you couldn’t understand why out of all people this was the person you were envisioning doing this to you or why your body didn’t have the desire to tear him off or wake up. It was an unconscious kick that made the man devouring you stifle a laugh as he suckled at your cunt. A hand of his pulled at the meat of your thigh, pulling it back and allowing you to dig your heel into his back.

Fiery eyes lifted from your womb to spot the frustrated look on your face. Oh how he could see heaven in your eyes. It was easy to spot the angel's cry as your vision narrowed in on him. The only time you could the texture of his hands properly was when he wrapped greedy hands around your inner thighs. The mop of blonde on his hair draped over his forehead as he continued to peer at you. Keigo worked his jaw against you though as he did, he felt his body begin to burn. As you felt him pushing his face deeper into your cunt, you were eager to hold onto anything you could. Your hands quaked in hopes to grip anything but to no avail. It was all so captivating to Keigo.

Such an eager, good girl.

His hand rose off of your thigh and gripped one of yours. As he balanced himself on his knees, he pushed himself a bit deeper into you, quickening the pace of his tongue. His hair tickled your skin, feeling him ravenously feed on you. As he did this, he started to focus less on you physically and more so what you did for him mentally and emotionally. That wave of relief he tried chasing earlier that day finally crashed into him. Liberation bastardized his sinful thoughts when he was against you. He was so lost in his head, he didn’t realize you were trembling out an orgasm on his face. Hearing your whimpers forced him out of his mind, gripping your flesh tighter and lapping at you faster. A protective hand reached out for yours, groaning into the heat between your thighs.

With a shrill gasp, your body was forced awake and the dream was over. Your breath was hard to grasp. The false realism of your dream left you disoriented and terrified. Shooting up from the bed to sit up, you gripped the sheets, taking in as much wind as you could. If you were wise, you’d find a good thing in waking up. He initially wasn’t going to let you. Your eyes chased every article in the room. Nightstands, dressers, pictures of family, your bible and window sills were all victim to your investigation. In all honesty, you had no idea what you were looking for. Keigo’s presence lingered in your room in a way no dream ever had. As your body jumps from an aggressive alarm from your bedside table, you disregared the dream.

Nine in the morning. Time to start your day.

SO WE MEET AGAIN

There was silence as he allowed himself to marinate in the sanctuary once again. He didn’t try to pray.

“What makes you think you won’t make it to Heaven?”

Rewinding and playing the same question over and over again in his mind, made him grow frustrated. What once was him staring at the altar absentmindedly, turned into him staring at it with far more intention. He was livid. Livid at everything. His fingers rolled over one another, digging his nails into his cuticles anxiously. They snapped at the edges of his nail beds not minding if he bled. There was no particular reason for the minor mutilation, but simply out of habit. Glossy eyes threw daggers at the Jesus statue in front of him. The one that was front of the entire church for the whole congregation to see.

He wants to be good. He really does. He also has to survive.

Keigo wants to know why he couldn’t be offered a fair chance like others. The idea of being bound to a place of everything unholy made him want to curl inside of himself. He had too much pride for that however. As far as he was concerned and everyone who knew him, he wasn’t greedy or prideful. He wasn’t wrathful.

It wasn’t fair. The man was disadvantaged from the start. If God was his goal, he had to be pure in all forms but he knew he wasn’t. As he grew older, the realizations of his life soured him and the perception he had of the world he walked on. There were thoughts rolling around in his mind about how virtuous some people could be. How virtuous you were. You weren't soiled in the slightest; you were glorious—and clean. It honestly made him jealous. The touch of your hands was gentle. They quivered around his but kept a tight grip when you prayed for him. You were genuine, refusing to turn him away. A complete angel.

He meant it when he said that he would hate for you to make it to Heaven without him. Keigo didn’t mean to latch onto you like he did. However, it seemed as though this underdeveloped symbiotic relationship was mutual.

Dreams for you in the following days were non-existent. You slept in darkness until your alarm woke you up. It had been that way for about three days before you decided the best thing to do was to head to church. You didn’t know why you were thinking of a man this way without knowing anything other than his name. Typically, dreams like this didn’t bother you. You were able to move on from them like normal, but something didn’t feel right about this one. As your feet smothered petals into the cement with each step into the church, you nearly drew blood biting on your bottom lip. You never felt the need to confess a dream before. In your opinion, you felt a little silly going out of your way to confess a dream.

But it was dirty. It was a dirty, filthy dream that was too realistic for your liking. You swore you could feel his mouth all over you like it was a couple of days ago. You remember how you couldn’t move even if you tried but he could twist and turn your arms and legs with ease. It was sick. The dream made you question if you even wanted that from him.

As you made your way deeper into the church, you could spot a familiar mop of blonde that made your face red. Being confronted with his presence after what you dreamt about made your throat tighten. You could feel the nausea rolling up your stomach with each step you continued to take. Approaching the man who was alone yet again in the sanctuary, he picked up on the sound of your shoes. Turning to face you, he immediately looked down to hide his smile before wiping the edge of his mouth. “If I knew we’d keep meeting like this, I would have invited you out for coffee.”

It’s a simple joke that made you stifle a laugh, but he saw the look of unease won your face and it worried him. Your stomach turns to see him, forcing yourself to face him after such a hot dream.

That’s when he stands, clad in the same suit he wore a couple of days ago. If there’s one thing he can do when sitting in a church, it is the ability to at least dress nice out of respect. “Hey, are you alright?” As he saunters towards you, a pair of anxious hands attempt to reach out to you before falling back to his side. Maybe you wouldn’t take them.

“I’m fine. I just need the confessional.”

“The priest isn’t here today. I saw him leaving.”

That made you quirk a brow at the man. Taking in his features, you noticed the gold in his eyes and how they glistened in your direction. “You seen him?”

“He was on his way out as I was coming in. I must’ve been a new face to him since he stopped me and greeted me,” he admitted. “His daughter wasn’t feeling well so he took off to get her from school.”

Keigo could spot the defeated look on your face, seeing your eyes leave his. He felt terrible knowing that you wouldn't be able to get what you needed. He could see your chest rise and fall in an uncomfortable manner. You appeared to be one more bad thing away from a mental breakdown.

“You don’t need a preist to confess anything.” He tried, palming the back of your hand before wrapping his fingers around it. “Just God, hm?” the touch of his hand was so familiar by now. It brought you comfort.

“It’s just–”

“I can go with you. You can confess to me.” Keigo suggested, eyes sparkling with care. “There’ll be no priest and I will sit right besides you. If you can’t face God by yourself, I’ll be there.” He hoped his offer wasn’t too much but just enough to allow you to feel comfortable with him.

Committing to tell the new soul willing to commit himself to God that you had a lewd dream about him made you shiver in embarrassment. Though, in all of your years in church you never experienced this much affection. Even from people you have known your whole life. “It’s–”

“It’s fine. Whatever it is, I’m not gonna judge you.”

“Alright.”

Suddenly, the hand that held yours led you to the confessional. You didn’t actually think Keigo took the time out to find the confessional but it made you smile knowing he actually tried. The confessional was a simply decorated box that stuck out like a sore thumb on the side of the wall, a few steps away from the altar of the sanctuary.

He caressed your waist, guiding you into the booth. Closing the door behind him, he sat beside you. He didn’t think about the proximity between you much. He just wanted to make sure what you had to get out was said. Keigo was thankful to be in the same space as you as you chose to confess. It would give him a chance to not feel so bad about his own shortcomings. Looking down, he heard you sigh. “It’s a little embarrassing,” your sweet voice littered in his ears.

“If you wanna act like I’m not here, you can.”

“It’s about you. I don't think I can hide it.” That made him lift his eyes to spot your eyes already on him. “I haven’t been able to dream for the past couple of days after this weird dream I had.”

Keigo knew exactly what you were talking about. His brows raised as he waited for you to keep going.

“I never want to confess these kinds of dreams because sex is natrual.”

“...we had sex?” he at least had to sell that he didn’t get what you were getting at.

“No,” you simply stated. “I had a dream that you… pleased me.” hearing you sound so timid made his heart skip a beat. “You told me you saw God in my eyes. That I was the prayer you couldn’t get out and told God you’d hate it if I made it to Heaven without you. You kissed me too,” you explained with pent up nervousness. “I feel bad for having a dream like this because I know you’re trying to get your life together and you want to see Heaven and I–”

Keigo didn’t want you to blame yourself. A part of him actually felt guilty that he visited you that night if he was going to make you feel this way. He wanted to apologize, but instead he kept a gentle smile. “All the shit I’ve done in my life? A little dream isn’t going to run me away.” Twisting his body to face you fully, he cupped the side of your face. “Your willingness to help me is one of the reasons I want to keep going down this little path of self-righteousness… whatever that means. I think it’s cute.” As he held your face, he leaned in a bit. He tensed up feeling your hand drape his thigh.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you whispered.

"You didn’t do anything wrong,” as he flashed you a smile, he pulled your face in closer. You didn’tt tense up. Instead, you relaxed. He knew exactly how to make you trust him with his instinct. Keigo didn’t want to allow you the chance to pull your face away from him so he latched his thumb into your opposite cheek, holding your face tight. “You’re so pretty, there’s a special place up there for you. Whether I’m there or not.” Golden eyes adored your beauty. Keeping you a few inches from his face, he prepared himself to give affection. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was the first time he’d done so. As he did this, you could feel your pulse through every part of your body. You thought your body was throbbing. Once he got closer to you, his lips ghosted over yours, taking the chance to relish in the fact that he was going to steal a kiss in the confessional. Something about this felt sinful for the both of you; while that was his normal, it gave you a rush. He gracefully melted his voluminous lips into yours. There was a delayed reaction in your hands beorfe they wrapped around his wrist closest to your face, kissing him back. His kiss was possessive and caring. He held a gentle vigilance, willing to follow your lead if you chose to act further.

Though unbeknownst to him, he held a power of dominance. There was nothing for you to fight when you were being held with a pair of lips on yours. Especially from a man who proved to be a caretaker. You knew you were secure– barely knowing aside. Besides, there were other church girls who did worse than this on Saturdays. Pulling away to catch your breath, you smiled. “You know, you don’t always have to wear a suit to church when there’s no service.”

“It’s a courtesy!” he whispered with a grin, looking down to spot your knees touching. “To the man upstairs,” finishing his sentiment, he sarcastically lifted his eyes above and tilted his head in a playful manner.

“I’m assuming no one has ever told you that he wants you to come as you are.”

Snorting, he came to realize no one ever told him that. “Well, would you like to go somewhere with me so you can see me in something other than this?”

You nod happily.

THE SAND IN MY TOES

The sand piled on top of his toes with each step he took closer to the shore. Keigo had his hands shoved in the pockets of his shorts, letting the heat of the sun beam against his tanned body. When he asked you to go to the beach with him, he thought it was a shout out into the void. Though, like the sprite you were, you never turned down the chance to get some air. As the day went on, it consisted of him adoring you taking advantage of your surroundings. Watching you gallop over the sand or yanking him into the water to cool off from the sun were only a few of the things that he replayed in his head as the day went on.

In that moment, you were off to get something to drink for the both of you (agaisnt his persistence to pay). He kept silent as he waited for you, heaving. He shut out the sound of others enjoying their time on the beach the moment he felt the chill of the water wash over his feet. Staring out to the vast space of water in front of him, there was no thinking to be had. Keigo simply let himself be.

You both hung around the beach for hours; Keigo was growing tired of being in the heat. You on the other hand were just getting started.

“Sorry!” he heard you call out, rushing over with two abnormally large cups in your hands. He never noticed your figure outside of the white bathing suit you pranced in until that day. “Here. You seem like a peach person…”

“Apple, but thank you,” he joked, turning his head a bit. He didn’t even have to turn his body around before you were right beside him. Taking the cup from you, he flashed you a dry smile. “How much were these?”

“Ten eighty two.” you snickered watching him glare at you through his shades.

“Each?!” watching you avert your eyes off in another direction, he scoffed. “Hell no. I’m paying you back,” he demanded.

“No! I wanted to do this! I always wanted to buy something for someone outside of Christmas and birthdays!”

Keigo sent you a raised brow and a small simper, “you’re typically a giver?’

Snickering, you shake your head before taking a quick sip before kicking your feet in the damp sand. “No it’s just my circle isn’t big enough or considerable enough to get them anything outside of those days.”

“Except me,” Keigo assumed out loud to you.

You nod. Your feet brought you in front of him after shoving yor cup in the sand. You took his hand. You took notice of how Keigo’s face fell the longer he spent his day out in the sun. Part of you blamed yourself. Were you too draining? “You alright? You’re not slick like you usually are.”

“I’m comfortable.” he replied, letting you hold onto him. “How are your dreams going?” The man pulled you in, wrapping an arm around your soft waist. There was no way that he could have known that if he visited you that your dreams would be revoked. If he knew that was a possibility, he truly would have been lapping at the loins of women far less holier than you.

The question made you flush. Propping your elbows against his chest, you sighed out. It was uncomfortable to say that a prticular sex dream prevented you from dreaming of anything else. As you veered your vision off to the side, you stifled out a chuckle. You mentally praised Keigo for being patient with your dramatics, “I’m still not dreaming. I only really had like– one dream and that was after the day at the confessional with you. Nothing too bad. It was a normal dream to have for me. Nothing outside of that.”

Keigo’s eyes never left you while you spoke. Instead, he took the time to wrap his wrams around you tighter, unintentioanallt digging the frozen cup into your lower back and swaying you both side to side. He neverminded the claminess of your skin pressed together as he was only focused on you. He felt pity on you. Dreams were a sign of a good night’s sleep. If you weren’t having them there was no need for you to even sleep. “You know, I didn’t think you were capable of having dreams like that.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “Why?”

“You’ve got this purity to you,” he stated simply. He didn’t know you well enough to make any sort of judgements, but that wasn’t going to stop him from making assumptions. “Even if you did have dreams like that, you never piqued me as the girl to go to church over them.”

His response made you smile. Being considered pure felt as if you were checking off a box on your personal, moral bucket list. “Sorry to disappoint you. I just don’t think I had a dream that actually made me feel that dirty before.”

Keigo could feel his heart drop at your feelings towards his little visit. “Dirty…”

“Not in a prude way, but in a ‘this is unfamiliar to me’ way. My family has always been big on holding out until marriage. It felt so real I thought I did something sinful even though all I did was sleep. Call it religious trauma. ” Clinging onto his waist, you bit the inside of your cheek after speaking.

You were a virgin. Fuck. sure he called you that, but he didn’t know you actually were. However, there was nothing he could do other than play along. “The family angel?”

The demon raised a brow at your scoff. “If that’s what you want to call me, sure.” shifting your eyes back to him, “they’re the reason I live by myself…and go to a church different than theirs. True bible thumpers; when you praise God, you have to do it their way. If you don’t, it’s not good enough or you're bound to hell. The bible is law.”

“Yikes.”

“They’re apostolic in the worst way possible,” rolling your eyes, you comfortably wrapped your arms around his neck before continuing to talk. “Once I moved out, I chose to find God my way. A way that I can wake up and not fear for my life with every little thing I do. It’s scary being on my own, but it’s better this way.”

Getting an insight on a christian’s woes kept him silent for a brief moment. While he was plagued with the fear of burning for all eternity, you feared even getting to that point. “My ma didn’t give a damn about that kind of stuff. She did the same shit I’m going to church for.” Snorting, he tilted his head down. It shouldn’t have been that funny to bring light to his trauma but he did it so easily. “I’m sorry.”

There was a slight chuckle that erupted from your chest as you watched how amused he was. “You still talk to her?”

“Nah,” Keigo sounded neutral about it. Shrugging his shoulders, he pressed a small kiss to her temple. “We stopped talking a long time ago, but I still take care of her when she needs anything.”

“Shame. I was hoping to meet her one day,” sending him a sweet smile, you received a grin in return.

“Whoa, one step at a time!” Keigo lightheartedly teased, though you felt bad for the disconnect he had with his mother. It actually made you want to ask about his father, but you chose to hold your tongue.

“Why’d you stop talking to her? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s not like I wanted to stop talking to her,” he started, lifting his shades from his face and into his hair. “She’s just in a really tough spot that I don’t think she can get herself out of. I don’t have the means to bring her with me so she has to survive just a little bit longer.”

“I don’t think I asked properly why you want forgiveness,” you chalk up the courage to get more insight on Keigo.

The man stared into your eyes, biting the inside of his cheek. He appreciated the subject change. “My behavior?” There was an unsure tone in his voice as he continued to speak, “the way I live is shameful. I always blamed it on my circumstances, but—“ he paused. Usually he was good with words, but at that moment, he couldn’t find the right ones. He fell silent, just tilting his head back to take a look at the sun.

“You’ll get what you’re looking for.”

Whatever he was looking for, he found already. You looked in his eyes with such care and held him with a warm touch. The more time he spent with you, he could have sworn wings were budding on his back. Leaning in to you, he felt the need to change the subject; there was only so much vulnerability he could muster up in a day. “You know, I don’t feel bad for kissing you in the confessional the other day.”

You were a little put off from the subject change, but as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You don’t?”

“Mm mm,” he grunted. “Your family got a thing against kissing?”

It was a funny joke to hear, but you shook your head. “If they do, I don’t care.” You took the opportunity to kiss him quickly but it wasn’t enough for Keigo. Pulling you in, he chased your lips once more before kissing you deeper. The lamb was a little rebel? How precious. “Keigo, I really want to thank you.”

Keigo stitched his brows together in confusion, holding you a bit tighter, worry etching in his features. When he heard sentences like that, they never ended well. ‘What? Why? What did I do?”

You thought it was comical, but he was not laughing. “Ever since I have been on my own– I’ve been on my own. Starting over means leaving old social circles behind and it’s been hard to start from the ground up. Call it luck or God putting you in my life, but I’m thankful I met you.”

Keigo knew how difficult it could be to open up and while he may not be the one to depend on vulnerability, he would hold yours in the palm of his hand and keep it close to his chest. “I’ll make sure you never feel alone again, alright?”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

I LOVE YOU

Somehow, someway, you and Keigo were able to make dates out of the time you spent together outside of the services you attended. Whether he took his angel out for a late night meal or watched the stars in the middle of nowhere, he was sure to cherish every moment he had with you. That night after bible study was different compared to all of them.

You lived alone. It was one of the things you were proud of the most. Your place, your rules. Keigo could see the bible thumper influences your parents left on you littered all over the place. When it came down to it, you preferred it this way. It can be you and your thoughts. It can be you and God. That night, he was able to see how you lived. Just from stepping in the place, there was a burning feeling in his soul. You clearly anointed your space.

Though as he spent more time with you in the house, he felt better about it. You were a confidant; there was that one little thing about you and your home, a place of solitude. As if no matter what he did there, he would be protected by the angels he never got the pleasure to know.

You liked having him there. The company he gave you was refreshing. Being able to hear his jokes and more importantly his laugh thrilled your entire being. It almost brought you to tears every time he had to go back home and live for himself. There was never a time you wanted him to leave. If you could wrap him up and keep him by your side forever, he already would have been draped in a bow. For that moment, you were fine with being on top of him.

Both of you recently ran from his car and up the sidewalk to your place to avoid the rain that night. You both were shocked the priest still offered bible study with the way the rain poured down. Like clockwork, you both showed your commitment and went. Bible class was typically boring but informative. It was what happened afterwards that was exciting.

Keigo would hold you tight on his lap, admiring you. He loved chatting you up about the service or about your day when he wasn’t there to share it with you. He liked holding you this way. If you weren’t in his arms, he wasn’t protecting you. There were plenty of nights where he stayed over, waking up in the morning with your head on his chest, makeup still on and a little runny, with a hand wrapped around his rosary. He planned on staying over again that night but it would be for a completely different reason.

Your virginity was something that you were supposed to hold sacred and dear in a little box until the right man came along to unwrap it. Keigo helped you come to the conclusion that you didn’t have to be bound in wedlock. Sex was a confession. A confession of commitment and desire. And if you were reading the situation correctly, your stockings and panties tossed on the floor was enough of a confession for you.

“Keigo,” you whined as you, wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your hips off of him as you felt the head of his cock tease and prod at your entrance.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed, eyes flickering between yours. “You want to be a good girl for me?” He quizzed, tilting his head to peck your lips.

You whimpered, nodding, “yes.”

“Hold onto me,” he whispered. Sure your arms were dressed on his shoulders but you weren’t holding onto him. The anticipation filled your body with anxiety. So much so, that you were mentally overstimulated and couldn’t think to act on anything he asked you. Hearing that it would hurt from peers and pals added to the stress. Though you wanted to do as he asked, your mind was all too occupied with fear to follow through with his instructions. “Hold onto me,” he spoke sternly, tearing you out of your thoughts, asking you to be present with him. Feeling your hands caress his jaw, he praised you with a simple “there’s my angel.”

The eye contact he held with you was a call out to your soul; he wanted all of you to trust in his instinct to protect every ounce of your being. “I’m scared.” The cotton in your touch, the rush of your blood overheating in your ears were just a few of the things he desired to preserve. Your chastity made his eyes darken. If you were going to be corrupted, he had to be the one to do it.

“Look at me,” his eyes chased your gaze with a slight demand for all of your attention. Keeping a firm grip on your face, he made sure you couldn’t tilt your head to witness the action beneath you. “I’d rather be struck dead than succeed in hurting you, do you hear me?” he harshly whispered along your lips. “I’ve got you.” as he said that, you could feel the world slow down. It was easy to get lost in his eyes, finding a compelling comfort in them. The hold he had on your face softened, same as his glare. His words were law. Keigo would bare his all just so you could get a simple grasp of what his love entails. He expected you to do the same. There wasn’t a hint of animosity with the bite of his tone. It was a stern few words, though it was imperative you understood that you were the stars and everything underneath them. If anything, the blonde only used those words to help you relax and recognize the admiration and care he had for you. “You trust me?” The question was laced in hurt. You had every right to be scared but the thought of you not having faith in him made his heart burn from the inside out. Tainting an angel would come with its own list of responsibilities, but he was willing to face them all shamelessly.

“Yes,” your face morphed into a look of fear meshed with insult; there was no way he assumed you didn’t. You’d give this man every inch of you if all he did was ask. The incubus pressed the pads of his thumb and middle finger into the plush of your cheeks. There was nothing to worry about when he vowed to keep you safe.

“Look at me, don’t look anywhere else,” he instructed tenderly.

He could still sense the wariness in your face. A look of worry lingered on your face while your eyes flickered between his. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“We don’t have to do this.” His eyes grew at the force of your head shaking within his hold. Allowing you the chance to say no immediately made you change your mind. You wanted it. You wanted to do it. You just didn’t know if you could. “I know it’s scary, but we’re gonna go slow, hm? How does that sound?”

“Okay,” you exhaled, eyes welling up. His darling girl.

“Don’t let me go,” he coached you, pressing the head of his cock into your cunt. Keigo could have sworn his pupils were dilating watching tears sting at your eyes and watching them twitch in attempts to keep your composure. “You’re doing so good,” he reiterated. Your hold on his jaw tightened, digging your nails under his jaw bone. The man didn’t flinch at the pain, only breathing in sharply as he filled you slowly but surely. The shake in your breath was replaced by a rough squeak, shoving your face into his shoulder, hands hanging off his shoulders. The pressure of being spread open was uncomfortable though it wasn’t nearly as painful as you were warned about. You were expecting a stinging stretch, or waited for him to prod at your cervix so you could beg him to stop. His hand soon slipped from his lap to wrap an arm around your waist once you sunk down enough to rest on the meat of his thighs.

Leaning his head back on the back of the loveseat, he stared up at the ceiling of your apartment, feeling fleeting kisses trickle along his shoulders and up the side of his neck. He couldn’t admit to himself that you were his first virgin. You weren’t tight like other doggish men raved about. He didn’t care about trivial things like grip when he simply could relish in the little piece of Heaven that had its hands holding onto his unholy body. You carried a fleshy, warm perfect fit. The hand that captured your jaw fell to your waist, running up the side of it. Keigo’s lips peeked open, sucking in shallow breaths. It was as close to salvation he’s felt in a long time. The gentle love you sent him made him shoot his head back up, running his fingers through your nape. You felt safe in his hold. Resting on his chest made you feel like you won the lottery. Keigo’s affection was comparable to gold; so timeless and wealthy. His vigilance over you made you shiver. You could’ve sworn your brain chemistry was being altered when he catered to you. Peeking your head from the groove of his neck, he flashed you a sweet grin before he leant in and stole a kiss from you. “Keigo,” you murmur, watching him perk his brows in anticipation. That was until his eyes softened. The silence from you was all he needed to know to understand what you were trying to get out.

“Oh,” he hushed out, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. His brows stitched together. He was honored. While he didn’t know if you were ready to say something like that just yet to him, he would take that small piece of glory. Love was an unattainable item stashed away in a glass case secured with fatal lasers in his regard. In that moment, he didn’t think he kissed you enough, he didn’t hold you enough, call you enough. He didn’t pray with you enough. However, this milestone made him feel as though he had the rest of his days to cherish you and all of the moments he could get with you.

He marinated in the feeling of your confession, startled out of it when he felt your hips lift. Careful, shaking hands wrapped around his lower face all over again as you were finally ready to try to give yourself all of him. Quickly, his hands grabbed the underside of your thighs to guide you so there’s no reason for you to be uncomfortable. “Mm, not too fast.” Through narrowing eyes, he kept his gaze on you, adoring the vulgar yet content expression you held. “God,” he exhaled. “He took his time with you.” Not only did he agree with your sentiments, he reciprocated them. Oh, if you only knew how much he loved you.

You nod along with him, taking notice to his parted lips that were cracked into an already fucked out smirk as his hands prompted you to grind on him. “Yeah?”

He nods, kissing the corner of your mouth, “yeah.” he assured you, swiftly running kisses from underneath your jaw and up to your cheek. It didn’t take him long before he forced your lips to meet once again. “You’re mine?”

You were his… and there was nothing in this world that could take that title from you. “Yes,” it left your lips more like a question though he knew it was only because of how flustered you were. When your eyes met again, you could hear your heart racing in your ears. It carried a constant heavy thud in your body that you barely missed his cock twitching inside you. With a gasp, you sent a stunned smile his way, tightening around his cock uncontrollably. “Fuck,” you whispered.

You were just the cutest. Your reaction made him snicker, tiling his head to the side, “you liked that?”

“Yes,” your eyes lit with fire from the feeling.

“I didn’t mean it, but I can buy you something that does that same exact thing,” Keigo teased, earning a playful hit on his chest. He was enjoying that little joke until his mouth gaped open feeling you tighten on him intentionally.

“I don’t want it, I want you.” you quipped, leaning in to sweetly nip at his bottom lip.

“You got me, sweet girl.” he teased. Keigo shifted his hips forward slightly. His hands slipped to your hips, keeping you pressed firmly on his hips. “Here, grind on me. It actually pains me to see you working so hard.”

With your body leant back, your palms pressed against his knees. There was more comfort in this position as your head lolled back. Keigo was proud of the confidence you suddenly developed, letting you control the pace. In the heat of the moment, you had no clue if your eyes were deceiving you or Keigo’s eyes actually darkened in color. A slight tangerine color. You felt a cold flash run over your body but with the man rutting his hips into yours out of instinct, it was hard to focus on.

Keigo’s eyes shut tight, helping you keep the pace with your hips. However, he felt the shiver in your thighs. A familiar feeling brewed in the heat between your thighs. You had full intentions to cum and Keigo was not going to stop you. In fact, he lifted his hands to your ribcage to pull you into his chest. His eyes fluttered open so he could properly stuff his face into the groove of your neck. He littered you with kisses as he kept one arm wrapped around your waist, protectively. The other empty hand rolled the shoulder of your top down before he tore it apart down the middle with a button tossed to the ground. A bra strap fell to your arm as he freed one of your breasts. If he wasn’t able to convey how hungry he was for you with words, he would do it with his hands. The tip of his nose dragged along your soft flesh. Keigo breathed you in, kissing you from your shoulder all the way down to your nipple to take it between his teeth to run a tongue against it. His ferverish movements made you feel adored. Your hands wrapped around his neck, slipping your fingers into his hair.

Keigo gave you all of his attention, love and affection. He dressed your chest in kisses as he held you close. His breath increased, being forced to breath through his lips to gain air. The heat against your bosom made you caress his head near your heart. As he felt his orgasm buld up, he rushed to kiss your lips. “You gonna cum for me?” he quizzed on your lips. You couldn’t even give him a full nod as your hips jerked out an orgasm. Keigo continued to kiss your lips, worshipping your body with his hands. Your kisses were meek and passionless but he didn’t care. He knew you were pulling at straws for a whole breath. Tending for you was nice and all, but the more he felt his cock twitch inside of you, a hand of his selfishly begged your hips to keep their pace. Like a gentleman, he didn’t fill your womb until after you finished. He held you tight, fingertips digging into your ribcage.

As both of you were able to catch your breath, he fell back along the couch with you pressed to his chest. Keigo searched for things to say but his mind was a blank slate. The hand that was on your hips ran up your tummy, over your exposed breast and up to your face. He let himself linger in your presence, he really did love you. He tainted his pretty girl but he could have sworn that there was an angelic glow to you as you stared up at him with doting eyes. You were the one for him. His angel. As the pad of his thumb caressed the apple of your cheek, he didn’t try to suppress his chuckle. Yeah, you were the one.

“You love me?”

“Yeah,” Keigo nodded immediately, observing your fucked out body. He was almost brought to tears looking at you. “God, I would hate to see the day she makes it to Heaven and I’m not there beside her.”

[plutopitou]

When the horny subsidies and you just want fluff and angst with plot ((

[pbelfz]

PB’s ‘His’ chapters!

Chapter 1 : Captured

Chapter 2 : Home

Chapter 3 : The First Nights

Chapter 4 : A New Normal

Chapter 5 : Finding Patience

Chapter 6 : A Date to Remember

Chapter 7 : Unexpected Visitor

Chapter 8 : Freedom Earned

Chapter 9 : Tender and Dependent

Chapter 10 : Shameless Pig

Chapter 11 : Lion and Zebra

Chapter 12 : Unavailable

Chapter 13 : Lesson

Chapter 14 : Thumping in Fondue

Chapter 15 : Creamsicle

Chapter 16 : Counter for Two

Chapter 17: Don’t Spill Water

Chapter 18: The Judge

Chapter 19: Oversimplify Us

Chapter 20: Safe

Pillow Talk (One Shot Fluffpiece)

[mrsdarkandyandere7-reblogs]

One of the best yandere series for Bakugo that I’ve read and I really mean it. It’s so good, the whole concept and build-up are incredible.

Bakugo - and the reader - are both so complex and human, which makes this so fun to read. Every chapter is amazingly written and it’s incredibly realistic.

[plutopitou]

Me suddenly realizing i’m addicted to bakugou x reader and sukuna x reader fics because I’m obsessed with the idea of a mean and rude man magically having a special soft spot for me

[bread4innie]

me: i love reading angst

me reading angst:

[plutopitou]

Do we all write fics in our notes app

[plutopitou]

New work in progress after a year 🤭

Hopefully will be posted later tonight💕

Not super long but it’s just my fantasies embodied into words lol

[keigotakamiii]

The walls felt like they were closing in.

Your chest was tight, breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as your fingers curled into your arms, nails pressing deep but doing nothing to ground you. The world around you blurred—too loud, too bright, too much.

Your thoughts spiraled, crashing into one another in a suffocating storm.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until a pair of warm, familiar hands cupped your face, tilting your head up.

“Hey, hey—look at me.”

Keigo’s voice was soft but firm, laced with concern, pulling you from the depths of your panic just enough to register his presence. His golden eyes, usually sharp and mischievous, were wide with worry.

You tried to speak, but your throat clenched, a strangled sob escaping instead.

“It’s okay. I’m here.” His arms wrapped around you, warm and solid, his wings cocooning around your trembling form. “Breathe with me, dove. In… and out.”

His chest rose and fell deliberately, his hand splaying against your back as he guided you through each breath, matching his rhythm.

Your hands gripped onto his jacket, clinging to him like a lifeline as you tried—tried so hard—to follow his pace. Your body still shook, your mind still swam in a sea of fear, but Keigo’s voice was steady, his touch unwavering.

“Just focus on me,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re safe.”

Minutes passed, your breathing gradually slowing, the storm inside you easing under his gentle persistence. His thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away the lingering tears.

“There we go,” he whispered, smiling softly. “That’s my strong girl.”

You let out a shaky laugh, exhausted but lighter.

Keigo pressed a kiss to your temple, holding you close. “I’ve got you. Always.”

[plutopitou]

Please please please

[crushmeeren]

// ⋆ well shit…here i am, back on my bullshit, writing about the man who inspired me to start this blog in the first place.

// ⋆ no warnings, fluffy fluff with my main man katsuki. take it!!! (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

master list

Some of the best moments in your relationship are in the evening. When Katsuki crawls into bed right after his nightly shower.

It’s late. Super late. So late, in fact, you’ve completed your own routine and have curled up under the covers. Dinner, shower, skin care, putting on your favorite lotion, etc. You’d reached the point of scrolling on your phone without a care, the TV playing in the background for white noise.

Katsuki comes home from patrol just as the grip on your phone starts to become lax, eyelids drooping, mind jerking awake to find the same video has played on an endless loop for the past five minutes.

Katsuki calls out as he strides down the hallway. “You in bed already princess?” He’s shoeless entering the bedroom, headband pushed up to hold back his bangs, and he reeks of sweat.

“Mhmm. Was gonna try and wait up for you so we could shower together, but I got too tired.” You drop your phone and reach both arms out for him. “C’mere.”

Katsuki hums, bending down once he reaches the bed, wrapping you up in a warm hug when you meet him halfway. “Careful, I smell fuckin’ terrible. I didn’t shower at work.”

“Don’t care,” you say, squeezing him tight. His tank top is a bit damp. “You smell like burnt caramel mostly, so it’s not too bad.”

“You’re fuckin’ lying,” he says with a laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple and releasing you from the hug. You flop onto the mattress, boneless. “I was soaked in sweat before I left, it’s more than just fuckin’ caramel. It’s ass.”

Laughter bursts out of you. “Alright! Alright, you caught me, I was lying. You stink. Go shower please.”

Katsuki returns to the kitchen and eats whatever leftovers you put in the fridge first, then jumps in the shower, eager to end the night with cuddling. Once done he turns off all the lights, leaves the TV on, and slips under the blankets in his briefs only.

Clean, fresh, and something salty reminding you of the ocean fills your nose. Katsuki’s been trying a new body wash and it’s amazing. He relaxes on his back, arm raising to welcome you in, and waits. You snuggle into his side instantly.

He’s a touch too warm from the water, skin so soft and so smooth. Satisfied and in love, you rest your head on his chest, unable to recall a time you’ve ever felt safer or happier in your life. The feeling of contentment radiates to the tips of your toes.

You search for the covers and pull them up, an arm draping across his stomach as hugs you close. Katsuki runs his free hand through his hair to shake out the access water, and a few cool drops hit your cheek, which he then wipes off with his thumb and mumbles an apology.

His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip. Fighting off sleep is close to impossible now and the TV is still on.

“Kat,” you murmur. “I’m not making it through the next episode.” Your voice cracks with sleep.

“S’okay, princess. I’ll be up for a second, go ahead and knock out.”

You sigh and push into him even more. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, tone as sweet as honey. “To the moon and back.”

[plutopitou]

I needed this so badly

[tsukimirecs]

geto suguru // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

curious cat

lucky shot

dishonorable

what if i penned you like a tragedy, because i couldn't save you, but maybe it's enough that i tried

an acquired taste

to the wolves

wish you were sober

too tired to think (hug me)

gentle glow / deep thought

subway stations

mermaid motel

twelve minutes

waltz for sweatpants

tutorial on how not to get over your ex

butterflies

wouldst thou like to live deliciously?

in another lifetime

let the right one in

stealing glances, stealing hearts

an inescapable fate

wash it away

you never called

forever mine nevermind

do not answer

love me until i love myself

sweet

lillies

all my love, suguru

sooner or later.

so you were......... nothing?

sharing a kiss on new year's eve

controversy

summer nights

a grave of the future

muse

what if you're someone i just want around (i'm falling again)

i'd wait for you

[plutopitou]

Reading all these later