I saw a lot of discourse around Seventeen using AI in their comeback trailer, and I thought I'd share my take on it.
If you're interested, keep reading, it's a lot 😅
Also, please excuse any grammar mistakes, it's almost 2 am lmao
BUT once I watched the teaser as a whole a few more times and slowed it down to really look at each scene, I'd like to think that I understood the artistic vision behind it.
So, do I like them using AI? I don't know, not really if I'm being honest. I'm not a big fan of people using AI for commercial purposes, so I was a bit thrown off at first.
From my interpretation, it's their way of saying how much AI harms the arts.
First of all, let me bring out the line in the very beginning of the video that goes
"In our current reality where anything can be created with AI, who's the real maestro?"
It kind of highlights the fact to me that with music creation becoming more and more "accessible" to people - even those who have literally zero musical sensibility - with the help of AI, being "good" at creating music slowly loses its uniqueness and creditability. People won't look up to others who are good at writing lyrics or creating beats and they won't "idolise" them because they can have it with just a click of a button. It highlights that if we keep going down the route of using AI to create music, people could get credited with little to no music skills, and those who are actually skilled could lose their jobs.
It would also be hard to tell if the songs are actually created by living-breathing musicians with the help of human minds and emotions, or they're just a cheap AI copy that STEALS and uses already existing pieces of art to create something else.
Next, I'd like to talk about the trailer itself.
If you slow down the trailer to the slowest setting and just pay attention to the video, you can see a scene for a fraction of a second where Hoshi is kneeling with his hands tied in the middle of a bunch of robot looking soldiers(?) with their rifles pointed at him.
It's just one scene I distinctly remember, but most of the cuts looked like they were all somehow "controlled" by various types of electronic devices(?).
There are also AI created scenes in between some actual scenes of the guys themselves showcasing robots making music, also somewhat symbolising that people creating music with AI is just like as if it was robots creating it and it has zero human emotions involved whatsoever.
I also saw people saying that "since they used AI, they could've used something better quality so it doesn't look this ass" and all I can say to that is I think that was part of the point they're trying to make?
Like it's kind of symbolising that AI can never truly be as good as a piece of art created from human emotions BY a human? Idk that's just my opinion honestly.
In conclusion, all I can say is that I hope they only used AI for this one trailer alone, or like we'd only get a few seconds of AI in the MV AT MAX.
I'm not really fond of the idea of AI being used for commercial purposes, so I hope they only used it just for this one trailer to make a point.
I mean, we've seen many K-pop groups have trailers to music videos that had literally nothing to do with what was in the actual music video, so I'm hoping it's one of those cases.
I hope it's like a "prologue" to set the scene/tone for the MV itself.
Anyways, if anyone read the whole thing, thank you, I really appreciate you.
I'd also love to hear your thoughts in the comments/reblogs, it's an interesting topic to talk about.
I might also follow up with some new thoughts in a reblog if I remember something else.
summary — the blond man in the club looks too old to be here. unfortunately, that only makes him hotter ᝰ.ᐟ
— cw : female reader, age gap (katsuki late 30s, reader mid 20s), flirting, drinking, pet names, suggestive .ᐟ
"Holy shit"
"I know.
"He's hot"
"I know." you whisper, shovelling the drink down your throat as you throw a glance over your shoulder.
The club reeks of sweat, booze and cheap cologne. The bass rattling so hard you're convinced your ribcage might burst. It's been three hours of this — three hours of shifting weight from one foot to the other as you pretend your feet don't ache.
In all honesty, you'd been looking for an out. Racking every inch of your brain for a reason to drag mina home and spend the rest of your night in your pjs watching sitcoms — that is, until you finally found a reason to stay.
Blonde, tatted and built — and at minimum twice your age. Tucked away in a corner booth with his arm slung over the leather seat, the other clutched around a glass of amber liquor.
He looks grumpy, angry. Like someone dragged him away from his regularly scheduled programming to be here, and he was not happy about it.
His gaze barely wavers from one spot on the dance floor, scowl permanently etched on his face as the sight forces him to sip his drink. Your eyes follow his, every inch of you praying he wasn't on guard for some woman tucked between the writhing bodies.
Instead, you catch a glimpse of three men as dangerously out of place as he is — you can only imagine that they're his friends.
They look too grown to be here. broad shoulders shoved in dark button-ups, watches glinting beneath the flashing lights while they stumble over their own feet — flirting with women who cling to them like accessories.
The redhead of the group looks towards the blonde in his drunken stupor, yelling that "he's got another one coming" — yeah, they're his friends alright.
And he does — two at that.
Two women in short dresses brushing their fingers over his inked arm. he's respectful, but certainly not fazed — barely sparing them a glance as he nods along.
The conversation doesn't last a minute longer; the two of them sent off with a scoff and flat expressions, already scanning for their next target.
Mina's eyes are already on yours when you turn toward her, reaching for your drink as she smiles in his direction.
"Looks like it's now or never," she says.
Your breath catches when you're met with crimson eyes staring back, taunting and expectant — like he's been watching you longer than you realized.
He's waiting.
The glass in his hand does nothing to hide the smile on his face, light catching on the crystalline rim as he watches you expectantly. Every step feels like a beckon, willing you with the glow of his irises and the slight spread of his legs to come just a little closer.
Like you're the one being tested.
The booth feels like the only quiet spot in the club. Music and drunken chatter dulling out from your senses — until suddenly all that's left is him.
He's bigger up close. Veins trace his forearm under the low light as he swirls his drink. your eyes catch on the brazen ink — thick, intricate lines curling over every muscle.
"I like your tattoos" you say, elbows resting on the table as you try to ignore how suddenly out of place you feel.
His mouth twitches into a toothy grin, scowl once dominating his face all but gone as it's replaced by a sharper look — he's intrigued.
"Yeah? you like them?" he leans back, eyes dragging over you before it flicks back up to your face, "Means a lot coming from a pretty girl like you."
"Hm" you hum, smile matching his even as you falter under the weight of the new pet name, "They're… hot"
He lets out a quiet exhale, almost a laugh.
"The tattoos?" he tilts his head "… Or me?"
He doesn't wait for your answer. Instead, he trails a thick finger over the skin, pushing his sleeves high enough to expose the ink disappearing beneath his shirt.
Your hand reaches out before you can think, barely grazing his arm before—
"Careful," he warns, voice husky beneath the music, a roughness that hits your ears at just the right tone to make your thighs squeeze, "Some of these are older than you, pretty"
That does it.
"Really?" you tease, fingers now fully tracing the outline of his tattoo, "Is that supposed to scare me?"
You don't miss the way his eyes widen just slightly — gaze flicking to his friends who've seemingly been paying no mind to him all night — before they land on your lips.
a/n: new layout i’m playing around with, im not 100% sold but bare with me 🙂↕️ - @lonelyfooryouonly ... lwk gonna use the taglist the next time i post
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It’s not common for support techs to be out in the field, let alone caught mid-battle with a villain, but there’s a first time for everything.
content: comfort/fluff, pro hero!bakugo, support tech!reader, mentions of blood, wound care, talks of marriage. wc: ~ 900
Everything hurts. Your head, body, and now…your heart.
“Why didn’t you call me?!” Bakugo cries out from your shared bathroom, rustling through the closet for your first aid kit. He’s grumbling something to himself that you can’t quite make out, but you know he’s upset — understandably so. You should have taken time to call him from the agency when your phone died, but too much was happening and time got away from you.
He returns a few moments later, gripping your wrist and tugging you over to the couch. You settle into your normal spot as he rips open the metal tin, grabbing some cotton pads to soak them with alcohol. Bakugo carefully dabs away the dried blood from your cheeks and chin, causing you to wince at the stinging pain.
“What the fuck even happened, baby? Your shift ended at 9 and it’s past midnight.” His voice has descended from anger to pure concern. He knew you must have a reason why you didn’t call him, why you didn’t bother to let him know you were safe.
“I…got caught up in a villain attack. There was an emergency request for the nearby sector that needed replacement gear, and when I got there, it was chaos,” you explain, exhaustion littered all throughout your speech. “LeMillion’s suit ripped too much and he needed a patch up to continue using his quirk without repercussion. While helping him off to the side, the villain attacked us. The others did their best to distract him.”
“Christ,” Bakugo grumbles under his breath, biting the inside of his cheek. He pushes your hair out of your face to uncover the lone cut above your eyebrow, three fresh stitches holding it together. The glint of worry in his eyes softens once he sees them, knowing you had been evaluated by a medical team gave him some peace of mind.
“Get up,” he instructs, waiting for you to move out of your spot. And you do, long enough for him to take your place and pull you back into his lap. He does another once over of the damage on your face and collarbone, clicking his tongue against his teeth in disapproval.
“Med team let you walk out all bloody?”
You settle into his lap and place your hands on his shoulders. “Guess they thought I’d just wash it off at home.”
“Fuckin’ shitty if ya ask me. They didn’t even clean around your stitches,” Bakugo comments, examining them further before dabbing alcohol around the edges of the gash. When you squeeze your eyes shut at the pain, the wound releases a droplet of blood. He groans in annoyance, reaching for a proper wound cover to prevent anymore damage to your pretty face.
“M’gonna rip that team a new one tomorrow, fuckin’ shitty ass job patchin’ you up. This could get infected if not covered to let the stitches do their damn job.”
You knew this was gonna happen from the second you unlocked the door and Bakugo was in your face about where you were, anxiously waiting for you. Frowning, you shake your head. “Kats, baby, it’s not—”
“It’s a big fuckin’ deal to me when you’re comin’ home in the dead of night and covered in blood!” He cradles your cheeks in his hands, fingers trembling against your skin. The dim moonlight illuminating the living room highlights the glassiness of his crimson stare, making your heart sink deeper into your chest.
“I don’t wanna worry about getting a call about you bein’ in the hospital,” he whispers, voice cracking as he’s casting his eyes downward to avoid your gaze. “I…don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.“
"Hey,” you soothe, nuzzling your nose with his and placing your hand on the back of his neck to keep him close. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”
Bakugo takes a deep breath, closing his eyes to calm himself down from the anxious thoughts clouding his mind. You’re right — you’re safe and sound, that’s what matters.
“Damn right, you’re stuck with me,” he leans forward to place a soft kiss to your lips, holding the back of your head tenderly. When you part, he stays close before mumbling, “Forever.”
“I dunno, my finger’s looking a little naked for being stuck with you forever,” you joke, giggling maniacally when Bakugo’s face and neck instantly flush pink. “I’m kidding, babe. You know I love—”
He cuts you off with a second kiss, deeper and rougher than the last. He moves his hand from the back of your head to your back for support. In between kisses, you think you hear him say, “Fine, marry me then.”
Now your face is beat red, body growing hot from his words that you’re…not even sure he actually said. You let out a quiet ‘huh?’ in response, speechless as you sit back in his lap. He cackles, shit-eating grin plastered across his face when he teasingly says, “Think you’re hearin’ shit, sweets. Let’s get ya in the shower and to bed.”
You get up from the couch and follow him to the bathroom, his shirt already off by the time you shut the door. You can’t help but wonder if you were hearing things…maybe it’s just your exhaustion.
Or maybe, just maybe…it was real, and you just have to be patient. For now, you’re more than content with what you two have now.
an old drabble from the peachsukii archives :) one of my personal faves! a little close call makes bakugo think about the bigger picture <3 (dividers : @/pixynari)
Hii... scray but ur text fics are so silly and awesome, could I get a newbie and energetic fem pro hero reader x aizawa pre-relationship ans during relationship?
I love him sm hes so The Guy
HE'S SOOO VERY THE GUY YES YES YES
erase me ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
s.aizawa x fem!proheroreader | lowkey jealous eraserhead... | pathetic flirting attempts! from both sides :3 | like one suggestive joke | progression is kind of strange but you can def notice it lol!
synopsis: you're a bit like bakugo, and everyone thinks he can do better, but he's exactly where he wants to be.
request made by: @veracinorev
c/w: very ooc, bad grammar, cussing
a/n: hi.... ermmm... hii... lowkey i had exams and for this last month & didnt interact with anything mha related🥹 i might remake this some day so i hope u like this for now!
bakugou katsuki who genuinely truly gets pussy drunk when he eats you out.
he’s down there, eyes half lidded, tongue lazily lolling against you. hard to tell what’s slick and what’s spit. his hands on your thighs forcing them apart further as his tongue slides in even deeper. he’s practically moaning into you.
“ffuck kats- it’s too much!” you whine as he pumps a finger into you, sucking harshly on your clit.
“i can’t baby, y’just taste so damn good. can’t get ‘nough of ya..” as he removes his finger and goes back to slurping you up. breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert. he wants you for all of them.
and he’s so embarrassed by this but he always humps into the bed and literally cums into his pants every damn time. you always poke fun at him for messing up the bed and shit but then he just drags you onto the floor or couch and the whole thing repeats and he’s asking if this spot is better but your legs are shaking too hard to even form a thought.
but yeah katsuki would die a happy man between your legs. the only thing on earth he’d let defeat him.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ synopsis • you're terribly inexperienced and when you finally sum up the courage to ask your best friend to teach you how to kiss properly, he teaches you. really well.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ content • cavity causing fluff, making out, no smut.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ a/n • re-upload from my old blog, not plagiarism!
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ word count • ~1k words.
katsuki bakugou has you straddling his lap on the middle of his bed. big, warm, calloused hands pressing your waist flush against him as the other one cups your jaw.
“you gotta relax, pretty girl” he murmurs against your lips and you nod shakily, letting yourself relax in you best friend’s arms.
“there ya go” he mumbles, ghosting over your lower lip gently with a rough thumb.
“what if i'm horrible at it?” you whisper shyly, hands clenched stiffly and stuck to your sides.
“that's what i'm here for dumbass” he says, but there's not much bite in it. “come on, put your arms around me, feel me up.”, the hand on your waist slides down to your side to take one hand and throw it over his shoulder.
you take the hint, bringing both your arms and draping them around his shoulder, hands shyly tangling in his messy blonde locks.
“shut up” you whine, averting your gaze, embarrassed.
“tch, none of that, eyes on me princess” he tuts, tapping your cheek with the thumb of the hand cradling your jaw.
katsuki flashes you a grin, just an inch away from your lips. “someone's getting in the mood” he teases, voice rough.
your eyes shakily meet his again and he gives you a soft grin, one he never shows anyone but you, “i'm gonna lean in now, okay? you gotta relax” he mumbles before he slowly leans in and presses his lips against yours.
your pulse is thundering and he can feel it under his pinky on your neck, he's trying to act like he doesn't notice because he'd have to admit he’s feeling the same way.
you freeze up for a second, the moment his lips touch yours, before you remember his words, you lean into the kiss and absolutely melt into it. it's katsuki, he's your safe space, your best friend… and hopefully something more after this.
he smiles against your lips as he feels you ease into the kiss. pressing a little harder before pulling away while gently pulling you off by your jaw.
“just like that, try enjoying it a bit more okay?” he says, his voice is gruff but his tone is oh-so-sweet.
he presses a quick peck to your lips, pulling your jaw close. chu. and pulls away. pulls you closer. chu. pulls away. he does it a few more times until you're chasing after his lips.
a smirk tugs at his lips at the way you try to lean in closer, trailing after his lips. he pulls you in again and kisses you softly. both your pulses are hammering by now and katsuki won't admit it but the tips of his ears are red, while you look positively flushed.
he pulls you flush, thumb tracing soft circles on your cheek as he presses his lips against yours and slowly licks your lower lip, asking for permission quietly, even though this is exactly what you asked him for. katsuki knows his girl, he knows his best friend, he knows that even though you gave him the green light for this, you'd lock up.
and he's right because the moment you feel the warmth of his tongue against your lip, you freeze, body stiffening. and because he's annoyingly good at this, he runs the hand pressing you against him up and down your back, gently coaxing you out of your stupor.
god he wants to kiss you rough until he's pulling pretty sounds out of you, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes to not screw this up. screw you up. because goddamn, you're the most sweet thing to ever happen to him and he'd be damned if he screws this up.
you trust katsuki with your life, you love him for god's sake! but it’s all so new and it feels so good but weird and- you're cut out of your chain of thoughts as katsuki runs his hand up and down your side, easing you, his thumb still gently patterning your cheeks.
he pulls away just a little, “ready?” he asks, and it's taking everything in him for him not to just kiss you senseless when you look up at him doe-eyed. you nod, eyes wide and trusting, your body shaking under his touch.
he slowly leans in and kisses you again, letting you get into the rhythm of it before slipping his warm tongue into your mouth. you don't freeze up this time, your hands tugging a little bit on his scalp before running them down to rest on his bicep.
katsuki shudders at the feel of your soft fingers. he's never been this vulnerable before, so sensitive. he's hardcore and rough edges but somehow, you manage to melt all that away, always have, leaving him bare with a fluttering pulse.
you melt into the kiss, experimentally rovering your tongue around his and letting out a soft gaps at how euphoric it feels. the little noise does a number on katsuki. he groans into the kiss, pulling you closer against him before he pulls your jaw away, panting as the two of you catch your breath, a thin web of spit connecting you.
“there she is” he murmurs, the corners of his lips twitching into something akin to a proud smile. your heart soars at the little murmur, his low voice making your head fuzzy.
and when the two of you kiss again? it's clear you're not going back to referring to each other as best friends anymore after this. it's all the things unsaid between the two of you as his hands rover over the sides of your body and your hands tangle in his hair and rake lines into his back.
can u write a katsuki x reader oneshot like ur kirishima one, like abt reader being burnt out pls
꒰ snap out of it. ꒱
reader is burnt out and exhaustedd :(
╰┈➤ katsuki bakugou x reader (comfort)❤︎
a/n: i'm so sorry i have NO idea how long ago you requested this, tumblr gave me no notification for this :sob: thank you for being my first ever request!! your katsuki comfort coming right up love
1.4k words.
time seemed to be passing fast, way too fast.
you had become absolutely exhausted over the past few days. or was it weeks? no, it had to be weeks, given the state your room was in. it didn't feel like it, though; it felt like you were just sitting there, and time was moving like a time-lapse video around you.
school, your internship, training, it all just piled up all at once and you got completely overwhelmed. you tried to keep up, you really did, but whenever you succeeded in catching up with everything, your social life fell behind, completely forgotten about. if you ever gave yourself the grace of having a social life, you scrambled to try and catch up on everything.
you barely even spoke to your classmates in the dorms, giving them little nods or waves when they did talk to you. you barely even had time to text your boyfriend "i love you" by the end of the day before collapsing on top of your sheets.
THUMP THUMP THUMP.
your door rattled against the hinges, bringing you out of your daze. wonder how long you've been zoned out for… a couple minutes? maybe even an hour? who knows at this point, really.
THUMP THUMP THUMP.
"open the door." a voice muffled voice grumbled from the hallway, a voice you'd recognize anywhere.
you slowly got up and walked to the door, rubbing your eyes slightly before opening the door. "hey, 'suki." you gave your boyfriend a weak smile. he stared at you for a moving before (gently) shoving you out of the way and walking into your room.
"did y' need something?" you asked, tilting your head as you watched katsuki's gaze travel across the room. he turned back to you after he was done surveying everything and took a good look at you.
you were wearing a baggy shirt and some sweatpants, your hair was haphazardly put up in a ponytail, like you had slept in it the night before. you had bags under your eyes, and they seemed to be puffy and red.
"you look like shit." he grumbled, walking over to you.
"yeah, yeah, love you too." you rolled your eyes. "did you just come here to berate me? if so, you can go. that's the last thing i need right now."
katsuki squinted his eyes at you and shoved his hands in his pockets. "tch, dumbass. i'm not here to lecture you, i'm… y'know, worried about you." he shrugged.
"you've been like a hermit recently, hiding away 'n shit. i came to take care of you." he walked over to your dresser and grabbed a hairbrush, looking at it for a moment before deciding that it will do before turning back to you. "go to your bed, i'm brushing your hair."
your eyes widened, and you quickly shook your head. "no, no, nono—you do not have to do that. you have your own things to worry about, 'suki, i can take care of myself—"
"bed. now."
you decided not to argue with him. he would take care of you one way for another, and it was up to you to decide if you were going to put up a fight. you did not have that kind of energy right now.
you sulked over to the bed, sitting down and facing the wall with your legs crossed. katsuki came up behind you and stood next to the bed, setting the brush down for a moment before looking at the ponytail that was in your hair. he stared at it for maybe two seconds before walking away and grabbing a pair of scissors and cutting the hair tie out of your bed.
"hey—!" "i'll buy you a new pack, you're fine." "hmph…"
katsuki started at the tips of your hair, slowly starting to detangle. he was… not exactly gentle, but careful. he didn't want to pull your hair or anything, didn't want to cause you any kind of pain. he was more concerned than he admitted, his brows furrowing as he worked through your tangles.
you slowly started to relax, started to let yourself get taken care of. don't think about how nice it would've been to maybe ask for help sooner, it might just be the last straw.
"how much water have you drank in the last week?" he questioned, still carefully working through your tangles.
"um—i don't know?" you spoke quietly, the answer was probably however much water is in microwave mac n' cheese.
"wrong answer," he grumbled, reaching into the pocket of his baggy pajama pants and pulling out a plastic water bottle he had in his pocket. "drink that by the time i'm done with your hair."
you rolled your eyes at him even though your heart swelled at the action. he really… he really cared about you, didn't he?
you slowly sipped from the bottle as he worked through the tangles. when he finally made it up to your scalp, the gentle massage of the brush running against your scalp was almost enough to make you fall asleep sitting up.
"y'know, if you ever need help, you can ask me…" he said quietly, running his fingers through your hair to check for any tangles. "it sucks seeing you get like this, knowin' i coulda done something to help you before you got here."
you shook your head. "no, no way. you got your own things to worry about, you're handling the same things i am just fine. i'm not gonna burden you with my problems."
"your problems are my problems," he spoke dismissively. "you're my partner after all, we're s'posed to like, i don't know… get through things together, right?"
tears pricked at the corner of your eyes suddenly, you bit your lip to try and bite them back. why were you suddenly being emotional? it must be the exhaustion… "yeah, you're right. 'm sorry, 'suki…"
"tch, don't even try to apologise, moron." he set the brush down on your bedside table. "if you're really sorry, the way you can make it up to me is by letting me help you."
you nodded, biting your lip once more. you turned around to face him, but he had walked away from you. he had a rolled up trash bag in his pocket. he unrolled it and hung it against the doorhandle.
"'suki? what're you doing?" you questioned, standing up.
"you don't need to worry about what i'm doing. what you need to worry about is going and taking a shower." he picked up your robe and towel from the floor and handed them to you. "i'm gonna tidy up a little bit while you clean yourself up."
your eyes widened and you shook your head again. "no, i could never ask you to do that—"
"you're not asking me." he said bluntly. "now, go shower and let me help you."
you opened your mouth to protest. but instead… you sighed and sagged your shoulders for a moment. "alright."
you stood on your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. "thank you for this, suki, really…"
"don't thank me, i just wanna see you happy." he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like what he was doing wasn't even important or special, almost like it was expected of him, like it was simply the bare minimum.
"i love you." you said quickly, looking up at him with glassy eyes.
"love you too, sweets." he responded, kissing you on the forehead before carefully pushing you towards the door. "go shower, i'll be here when you get back."
you looked back at him for a moment before nodding. "right, right… i'll be back soon." you gave him a weak smile, opening up your dorm door. you tried to ignore how the world around you suddenly got blurry, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you walked to the showers.
they weren't sad tears, no, they were almost like… relief had washed over you. you still had so many stressors, so many things you had to get done. but… it felt like the load had gotten a little easier now, like you'd finally be able to tackle the world as long as your boyfriend was at your side. of course, you're not cured… but he's definitely helping you.
cw: men who yearn, physical affection, kissing, soft bakugo, muscles described, kissing, swearing, & not proofread
ⓘ Featuring Bakugo initiating affection doesn't happen often, so when it does, you should keep it going.
Waiting up for Katsuki is kind of like playing around with a claw machine. You never really know what you're going to get.
It could be a prize you'll cherish forever. Like a kiss, an invite to shower together, a moment of weakness, or the rarest of all. When he falls into bed next to you and sleeps it off on your chest.
But it also has the possibility of getting nothing but a tired grunt while downing a bottle of water or just falling into bed without a word.
But no matter what he does, it's always worth it. He'll never push you away if you initiate affection, letting you rake your fingers through his hair & sleepily attaching.
"Honey?" You rasped, glancing over your shoulder at the feeling of Katsuki pressing his chest flat against your back. "What are you doing?"
He got home later than normal, looked unkempt & told you to go ahead and go to sleep while he showered.
"Nothing," Kats mumbled, eyes visibly tired, as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. hauling you close enough to tuck his face into the crook of your neck and press a soft kiss there.
"Baby. I'm trying to sleep." You mused, bringing up a hand to lightly tug at his blond strands.
"Hey. Shut up. I'm trying to get comfortable." He hissed, nipping at your cheek as he rubbed your stomach slowly. "Didn't mean to wake you. Just wanted to hold ya' tonight."
A soft sigh escaped your lips as you rolled over to press your chest firmly against his bare chest. "Hadn't fallen asleep yet; don't worry."
You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before tenderly tracing the scar there, watching in delight as the blush spread across Katsuki's cheeks.
"You're such a nerd sometimes." He huffed, grasping your hips & rubbing the soft skin slowly. "Not fair, I'm tired, no. Sleep-deprived."
"Long night?" You whispered, quickly pulling the blanket over his bare back, your fingertips lingering on his toned biceps before dragging up to tangle in his damp blond hair.
He always had this look in his eye after an annoyingly long night patrol, but tonight it just looked somber.
"You could say that, yeah." He admitted, leaning into your touch just a little, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "It's been a long, long night, honestly."
"Do you want to talk about it?" You whispered, trying to soothe him, sliding your hands to rest comfortably on his chest. "I don't mind staying up longer."
"No. No, not tonight." He shook his head before tucking you under his chin, moving to rub your shoulder gently. "I just want to hold you right now, if that's alright?"
It was your turn to blush, letting out a quick gasp at his warm chest pressing against your face before nodding quickly. "That's fine, baby; we can just sleep too."
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : rewrote my favorite Bakugo fic to celebrate 12k. original.
He is one thousand percent the type of guy to just collapse when he gets home. Whether thats on you or on the couch he doesn't mind either. He can and will become a deadweight instantly.
You can be home, lounging on the sofa with you legs up. Only sitting upright slightly when you hear him open the door. "Hey, how was work?" you greeted, moving to grab the remote to pause the show you were mindless watching.
He grumbled a noise of frustration, setting down his keys and whatnot before dragging his feet into the living room. "People are so fuckin' stupid," was all he said before dropping all his weight onto you.
Air squeeze from your lungs as you accommodated the new weight. His head falling on your chest instinctive burying his face in you. His arms wrapping around your waist, pinning himself against you and you against the couch. Shimmying his body between your legs so the two of you are fully connected.
A small hum leaving his lips as you run one hand over his back, squeezing lighting in a half ass attempt at a massage. The other hand curling into his hair and scratching at his scalp.
He just melted further into your embrace, letting a sigh that seemed to carry every frustration and every held word he had for the day. A signal to you that you would be here a while. So you did what anyone else would do, accepted it and pressed play on the remote.
ᥫ᭡ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !? : fluff, crack, smau(twt format), established relationship, holy oc ye it aint accurate,,holy ficking misspels,, well idk weird ass jokes& refs.. All pics r from Pinterest, notmine.. + @/Ynotme67 is reader, fem or afab idk..Nthis smauwas lowk inspired by: @/httpsitoshi 😅
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⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! Izuku midoriyaㅤ۪ ౨ৎ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! katsuki bakugoㅤ۪ ౨ৎ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! shoto todorokiㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! ejiro kirishima ㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! hanta seroㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! denki kaminariㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
ᥫ᭡ — 𝐀/𝐍 : brodude i reached the pics limit b4 i could finish it soliek i had to slightly change my fuckass usual layout..bro..Turned outcute tho andi did this at like 1am and slept atlike 5 or 6 yo uhm first smau ever yay!!!! i fele like i was self inserting myself and naonao inthe commnets,, tsakasowyu di aq naka iphone❤️🩹
cw: est. relationship, men who yearn, physical affection, kissing mentioned, soft bakugo, swearing, & not proofread
ⓘ Featuring 𝓑𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝓚𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 headcannons
boyfriend!bakugo who finds peace with you after getting ragebaited by his friends, knowing even if his friends are being dicks, he still has you to help calm him down.
boyfriend!bakugo who typically melts into your touch whenever he gets you all alone, letting you toy with his hair or scratch at his back—though he'll deny it whenever you're caught, even when he's refusing to move.
boyfriend!bakugo who appreciates you trying to befriend his friends and goes out of his way to be nice to your friends as well.
boyfriend!bakugo who helps you adapt to going to bed earlier with him, saying you both need your "beauty sleep," though it's obvious he just wants to fall asleep with your head on his chest.
boyfriend!bakugo who, from the day you started dating, was attached to your hip. Protectively & sometimes possessively. He likes to help you cook dinner, train, shop, shower—everything.
boyfriend!bakugo who likes to take you on night walks sometimes, taking in the stars, having intimate talks & nice late-night snacks at convenience stores.
boyfriend!bakugo who still grumbles whenever his friends see you out together, mainly because Mina makes it her mission to snap photos of him being affectionate with you & sends silly messages like "BREAKING NEWS, BOOM BOOM MURDER MAN IN LOVE!" with the photos attached.
boyfriend!bakugo who holds your hand whenever it's in reach, rubbing his fingers over your knuckles, sometimes leaving a quick kiss to your fingers when no one's paying attention.
boyfriend!bakugo who uses his quirk to warm you up whenever it's cold, is very aware he runs hot & can get some nice affection from you whenever he wraps his big arms around you.
boyfriend!bakugo whose love language is acts of service, is always doing little things to make it clear how much you mean to him, making snacks, doing your laundry, holding your bags when shopping, & occasionally a love note or two.
boyfriend!bakugo who's very aware of how much his mother loves you—she's always mentioning how you're like his Masaru, helping keep him calm and down-to-earth and overall making her baby happy.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : rewrote my favorite boyfriend!Bakugo hcs to celebrate 12k. original.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, overwhelmed and tired, the laundry wasn't done, it was just right now when your daughter decided it was the time to sleep, the dishes weren't washed, you haven't taken a proper shower thanks to the little gremlin's shit and the house was a mess.
You put a hand on your hair and sighed in disgust, you felt disgraceful, you had a loving husband, a big house, a baby and the job you've dreamed of as a pro hero since you were a little girl for god's sake.
You silently looked at your surroundings, the dirty socs, clothes askew, the little girl's toys and your eyes watered in disgust, just today your husband was supposed to come at midnight, and it was already 1AM.
With shaky legs and silent tears you got up, feeling your back almost give away thanks to you not doing the exercises the doctors recipe after the difficult birth you had.
Almost stumbling in the kitchen, you half crying tried to clean things up, trying to make it a little more nicer for the view when your husband gets home.
But the overwhelming reminders of your friends'perfect lives, the social pressure and the exhausting crashed upon you.
In front of the dirty trash and everything, you just couldn't take it anymore, you burst in tears, kneeling giving out and falling down to the floor, God you were just so tired.
"D...damm" you whimpered, sight blurry as your tears fell down onto your hands.
Not noticing Katsuki entering the house with a tired smile, or how his smile vanished at the sight of the messy house, or how his heart clenched at the sight of you on the floor, crying.
"hey hey sweetheart what happened here?" His voice somehow felt like a soothing balm but you felt ashamed and disappointed of yourself.
"I..I'm so sorry, please don't come any closer I haven't taken a proper shower in two days" you hugged yourself, sniffling and shaking.
In an instant, he was at your side, pulling you close and letting you cry against his chest as he soothed you.
"Shh.. it's okay love, I'm here for you now" he whispered gently, pressing a tender kiss to your head, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his large hand caress your aching back and calming your senses.
"Let's get you cleaned up sugar, yeah?" He pressed a tender kiss to your cheek, getting up with you on his arms.
lol bakugou knows he's fucked when he wakes up in the middle of the night with a hard on and cotton mouth and pounding temples while thinking of you.
you weren't even in his dream, it was a perverse situation that woke him up that you suddenly happened to appear in his head to, a situation you'd intruded completely without his agreeance. he hates you, he hates how you're plaguing his mind, he hates how much he wishes you were right here next to him. he's fucking bakugou katsuki he doesn’t need anyone to satisfy him.
you’re destroying him.
he hates how shaky his hand is as it slips down his boxers, pawing his cock pathetically. it's hard, aching with the heaviness of arousal, his tip sticky; he lets out a guttural moan when his fingers grip the middle of his shaft, slipping up and squeezing his tip in punishment for his pathetic behavior.
his face buries into the fluff of the pillow and he jerks himself, quickly, fist slipping his precum all around his shaft, throbbing in his hand at the contact and mere thought of you. he’s tired, he’s so tired, he just wants to sleep, yet you harbor every thought he has.
why can’t you leave him alone? why do you plague his mind? why can’t he fucking control himself?
bakugou pants at the sensation of his calloused thumb nuzzling the slit of his cock, applying just the slightest bit of pressure to the opening with a hiss. "fucking ass," he snarls, but his cheeks hold a smile and his words hold a rasp, "harrassin' me in the day ain't enough? get the fuck out of my head."
his so pathetic it makes him sick, whimpering in his pillow at the thought of you stroking him stupid, brows furrowing in the middle as pleasure seeps into his bloodstream; his body grows more and more tense as he gets closer and closer to painting his fist with his cum. he grunts, toes curling as he thrashes softly against his mattress, snarling in the air as frustration makes him harder and harder.
"leave me alone," he growls.
he's not sure what possesses him. he doesn't want to, but he can't help but imagine your tongue punishing him for his demand, the idea of your throat sinching around his cock sends him flailing over the edge as he cums. his head tosses back, hips stuttering forward and higher into his fist as he jerks himself through the greatest orgasm he's ever been gifted to experience.
all thanks to you.
bakugou cusses under his breath, chest heaving as it burns for oxygen that was deprived from him. his hand paws at the side table for a tissue, grumbling about how only degenerates jerk off in bed.
if you enter his dreams again, he'll make sure you regret it the second he gets his paws on you.
Mingyu becomes your boyfriend and quickly realizes 3 things about himself:
1. He’s clingy.
2. Patience brings him nowhere.
3. He is not built for a long distance relationship.
mingyu x f!reader
wc: 2.2k
genre: fluff, suggestive, non-idol au, friends to lovers
content: (newly) established relationship, lots of kissing, making out, biting/hickeys, mentions of alcohol and food, terms of endearment (baby, babe, pretty girl, loverboy), some teasing/banter, they're kinda obsessed w each other, honeymoon phase but for ppl who aren't married yet, their friends are dramatic(?)
divider by hyuneskkami!
Patience has always been one of Mingyu’s best qualities.
It shows when his friends tease him endlessly about his habit of stumbling over his words, and his only reaction is to roll his eyes at them. It shows when his sister makes him get up at 5AM to queue for a special edition bag, and he only grumbles out a total of three complaints. It shows when his boss gives him a too short of a notice about a weeklong business trip, and all he can do is pack his luggage like it’s a race.
That’s why he desperately wishes it would show now, as he sneaks a glance at you from across the dinner table while Seungcheol holds him by the shoulder—barraging him with things he missed due to said business trip.
Mingyu clinks his glass of soju against Seungcheol’s and downs it before his eyes find you again.
You, dressed in a top with delicate straps tied into even more delicate bows. You, with your hair in that effortless updo that he always liked. You, sipping your drink with your glossy lips in a soft rosy shade that drives him crazy.
Contrary to Seungcheol’s eager ramblings, the only thing Mingyu missed during his trip was you.
You and Mingyu—along with your other friends Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Seungkwan, and Jihyo—have known each other since your college days. However, things began to change a few months ago when you developed an interest in running—suddenly influenced by numerous tiktok videos. Mingyu had been excited when you first mentioned it in the group chat and deemed himself your new “running partner” since the two of you lived closest to each other.
Since then, your time together slowly extended into the day—turning from a simple morning exercise to getting brunch together afterwards to spending the night at each other’s apartment because “We’re gonna go on a run tomorrow morning anyways. Might as well sleep over to save time.”
On one of those sleepover nights, Mingyu decided he's had enough. Something had shifted since you started spending more time together—charged moments where gazes lingered longer than necessary and quiet nights that encouraged you to share a bigger piece of yourselves with each other.
Although you've been part of the same friend group for years, it was still uncommon for just the two of you to meet frequently like this. Despite everyone’s busy schedules, the group chat managed to stay active and always made time to meet up.
It was normal for Mingyu to see you once a week or so—sometimes in a dirty T-shirt and mismatched socks for movie night at Wonwoo's, sometimes in coordinating outfits with Jihyo for dinner. And sometimes, he’d even play wingman to help you get a cute bartender’s number.
It was, however, not normal to squeeze onto your small couch just so he could wake up to you in the mornings. It wasn’t normal for him to run backwards so he could see the glow in your smile as the early sunlight shined on you. And it definitely wasn’t normal for Mingyu’s heart to race whenever he caught his mind drifting to you at random times in the day.
So when he shows up to your place without his usual bag of running gear and dressed in loose sweats, you give him a questioning look. “Running in sweatpants is definitely new for you.”
“No, it's not that,” he inhales deeply, lingering by the door, “I wanted to tell you something.”
You freeze in your spot, nodding at him to continue.
"I really like you. I want to be more than a friend. I know this will change a lot of things for us but it was driving me crazy not being able to tell you how I feel," he says softly, inching closer to you. His eyes are rounded and full of affection as he takes your hands in his, "I love being with you and spending time with you. You feel it too, right?"
Your eyes well up with tears as your brain catches up with everything you just heard. If you were being honest, your newfound crush on Mingyu had been your biggest worry recently. Mingyu has always been a good friend, but being in close proximity to him and taken care of by him did stir all the butterflies in your stomach. You had spent countless nights staring at your ceiling, trying to make sense of your feelings, and gathering the courage to tell him.
You roll your lips between your teeth, attempting to hide your smile, "Was it because I kept staring at your chest and ass when we run?"
He throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, "Well, I can't lie and say I wasn't doing the same thing."
Your smile spreads wider across your face, "Okay, let's call it even then."
Mingyu tugs your body towards his and wraps you in a firm hug. You lean into him, taking the warmth of his body in as he pats your hair tenderly.
"So are we still going on our run tomorrow or what?," you mumble against his chest.
“You wouldn’t happen to have some of my running clothes lying around, would ya?”
—
As it turns out, you did have an extra set of his clothes by your dresser. He did spend the night. You did go on that run together. And like always, Mingyu did buy you brunch afterwards.
But before he could even celebrate his first 24 hours as your boyfriend, an email from his boss showed up—an emergency request for his presence at a conference being held across the country. He had left your apartment begrudgingly as you kissed him goodbye and promised to wait for his call when he landed.
It has been exactly one week since then.
As soon as he landed back home, he had rushed to the restaurant where you were currently having dinner with the rest of your friends. Much to his disappointment, you had been caught in conversation with Seungkwan and Jihyo when he arrived, allowing Seungcheol to drag Mingyu into the seat between him and Wonwoo.
And that was an hour ago.
So if you ask Mingyu, he’d like to think he’s been patient enough. Patiently waiting to see you again, to have a moment with you, to make up the long seven days without you.
The sudden surge of emotions makes him restless. He slumps lower into his chair and shakes his legs, feeling miffed at the entire situation. There's no way Seungcheol has that much to update him on, right? And why have Seungkwan and Jihyo been hogging your attention all night? The last time he checked, you're his girlfriend, not theirs.
“Kim Mingyu. Lighten up a little," Seungkwan chides, yanking him from his cloud of thoughts.
He scowls at Seungkwan then sighs, “I’m going to the restroom.”
Mingyu sends you a weak smile and mouths a discreet “meet me there” before he pulls away from Seungcheol and heads to the restroom, patting cold water onto his face and neck.
When he steps out, he sees you waiting for him in the corner of the small corridor that leads back out to the dining area, tucking your lip gloss and compact mirror back into your bag.
A smile blooms on your face when you notice him.
“Hi.”
Mingyu manages to rasp out a soft hey back before he presses his full weight into you, face buried in your hair and hands snaked around your waist.
You're surrounded by his body heat and the faint woody notes of cologne. You’ve been giddy all day thinking about seeing him again and the feeling of being in his hold after so long makes your stomach flip.
Mingyu finally pulls away to look at you. “Missed me?”
Your stomach does a second flip. He looks devastating. His hair is tousled against his forehead, eyes bright and glassy, small mole dotting his nose perfectly, and lips pulled into a slight pout.
Your hands tighten against his lower back as you interlock your fingers together and whisper against his lips, “So much.”
Mingyu instantly leans forward to close the distance, slotting his lips against yours. His kiss is filled with so much fervor, as if he couldn’t waste any more time not kissing you.
It takes you a second to react; you’ve only kissed Mingyu a handful of times between the night you confessed to each other and him leaving for his work trip—all of which have been short and sweet.
But this kiss is heavy and passionate, his lips moving over yours with intense focus. You’ve never seen him this worked up before but it’s a new side of him that makes your skin tingle with anticipation.
Once you get out of your initial shock, you kiss him back with equal force, hands moving to roam across the broad stretch of his back muscles. You nibble playfully at his bottom lip before giving it a particular harsh suck. He sighs into your mouth as you soothe your tongue over the seam of his lips.
Mingyu reluctantly pulls away first, “I missed you so bad. So so bad.”
You can feel his rough hands absentmindedly toy with the hem of your top, fingertips pressing into your skin.
Your chest heaves against his as you beam up at him, “I can tell.”
Mingyu swears your eyes twinkled when you smiled at him and he has to take a few deep breaths to steady himself. His eyes lazily trace the shape of your lips before coming back to hold your gaze.
“This lip gloss shade is killing me,” he says, tongue darting out to lightly lick at your lips.
Mingyu can only stare as you reach up to thumb away your smudged lipgloss by the corner of his lips and chin. His vision is a little hazy but he manages to focus on your lips. The rosy tint has lost most of its shine and color by now, replaced by a soft kiss-swollen hue (Mingyu has half a mind to boast about him being the cause of it) but it’s still pulling him in with the exact same force it did when he first arrived.
“Baby, please,” he swallows hard, but his voice comes out in a dry whisper, “Last one, I promise.”
He ducks his head to capture your lips in another heated kiss. His hands alternate between your waist and ass, only pausing to knead the plump flesh of your hips once in a while.
You pull away from him, trying to catch your breath. “How was your flight back?”
“You’re asking all the wrong questions.”
He leans in, attempting another kiss but you dodge his lips as your hand comes up to cover them.
Your smirk is playful as you say, “I thought you said that was the last one.”
"I take it back," he muffles into your hand before licking it, causing you to yelp and clutch his shirt.
He cups your face firmly and tilts your head towards him, “You’re so beautiful.” Then a wet kiss on your jaw.
"My pretty girl.” A gentle bite onto the side of your neck.
He trails light kisses down your throat and makes his way to the dip by your collarbone. You can’t help but let out soft moans at the sensation as Mingyu continues to suck slowly at the spot.
His lips travel to the curve of your shoulder, where his fingers start to fiddle with the thin ends of your tie straps.
He pulls at it teasingly before letting out a choked laugh, “How functional is this?”
“It’s cute,” you whine in defense.
You lightly pinch his sides to get his attention before you pull him into a kiss of your own, swiping your tongue against his. Your hands move in between your bodies, one pressed against his chest while the other cups his neck. This time, it’s your turn to suck and lick at it as he groans. You pick a spot right in the middle, just below his adam’s apple and continue to nip lightly.
“Baby,” he warns with low moan.
You hum a distracted response, pressing quick pecks all over his cheeks with a final kiss placed on top of his heart through his shirt.
He slumps against you, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. You can hear his breathing slowly move from a pant to a steady rhythm.
You gently card your fingers through his hair and press your nose into his temple. “You okay?”
His sigh turns into a dry laugh, “Babe. Whatever happens, let’s never do long distance. Look at what one week apart does to us.”
“That’s just because you’re clingy. I was fine.”
He shifts to narrow his eyes up at you, “I must've kissed you so good, your memories ended up getting jumbled.”
Your cheeks redden, as you giggle and lightly shove him away. “Whatever you say, loverboy. We should head back now.”
He grins as he follows you back to your table, in a much lighter mood than before. Wonwoo eyes him carefully as he settles back into his seat and nods at Seungcheol to take a look. Mingyu manages to stuff a piece of pork belly into his mouth before Seungcheol knocks his chopsticks out of his hands and grabs his collar to inspect his neck.
“Bro.”
Before Mingyu can even respond, the entire table's attention is drawn by Seungkwan who has his hands around your neck, as he shrieks, "What is that?!"
a/n: happy mingyu day week! :) let's pretend this was posted on time...
a/n: reposting vids from my TikTok bc I don’t want to write and I’m genuinely exhausted from taking exams all week and I’m STILL not done?? pls kill me sos
IN WHICH you and your ex boyfriend get partnered up for a statistics project
includes k. bakugou
cw: college au, kys jokes, arguing, cursing, bakugou does not have it in him to be mean to u.... crickets, might be ooc i havent wrote for him in 4-ish years, for his bday so its a little rushed..
a/n: happy birthday katsuki!
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