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The first time you kiss Katsuki all the air leaves his lungs at once and he splutters. The tips of his ears are near rouge. He reels back like he just touched something too hot and just blinks.
You think you did something wrong. He's completely fucking malfunctioning and it's totally your fault. So you scramble to fix it like a toddler that just knocked over their building blocks tower.
"Ah! I-" you wave your hands "I'm sorry I should've asked and and—" you flounder. Your voice cracks in a way that physically pains him.
With a pounding heart, he yanks you in for another. It's kinda clunky and awkward at first. His lips are soft and he almost tastes like that stupid coffee he was drinking. Your hands find his chest, twisting in the fabric of his top as you suck on his bottom lip.
And he malfunctions again. Completely fucking shortcuts.
Seriously, Do Not Give Rowling Any Attention Or Money. Do Not Watch her shows. Make it tank.
Rowling needs to stop. Her money has been harming my community and our youth in deadly ways. Don't watch her show, don't watch her movies, don't read her gross books.
I get it. It's so famous and well known. But seriously, there's so much better stories out there.
If you really want to enjoy a magic series with teens dealing with learning how to use their magic I recommend:
@dianeduane's Young Wizards Series. It's FANTASTIC. It's magic, space, time, and teenage shenanigans in all its glory. It's Blurb:
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... if you’ve got the smarts and the strength to make it through your wizardly Ordeal, your world can change overnight. You don’t need to go to a special school. All you need are the spells inside your wizard’s Manual and the ancient Speech once used to build the world. Want to carry your magic in a laptop or an iPad? No problem. Prefer to go old-school with a rowan-wood wand soaked in moonlight, or hybrid with an old car antenna loaded up with edgy machine magic? It’s your call.
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A wizard’s missions may take them across the planet or across the Galaxy, in company with wizards who’re human or those who’re very much not. But wherever young wizards go, their Oath makes them part of an age-old battle against the lone Power that went rogue at the dawn of time and turned death loose in the universe.
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Tamora Pierce's Circle of Magic series. Sandry, Tris, Briar, and Daja all have unusual magic and their teachers are gay as fuck (and lovely).
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Circle of Magic covers how their four teachers find them and start their learning; all while a crisis is happening in their city. Pirate invasions, plagues, natural disasters -- they'll face it all and grow into a loving found family.
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The Circle Opens is them separating to go with their respective teacher on their first big foray outside of the university where they spent their teen years. But alas, danger walks with them no matter where they go.
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Will of the Empress is them coming back together after their time away to help Sandry deal with a conniving Empress. Found Family is the best.
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For a TV show, we have Charmed! There's the original cult classic show and its reboot. Both are charming, somewhat silly, and quite a bit of fun. It's three sisters learning how to control their magic and take on increasingly dangerous magical and demonic entities. All while dealing with their day jobs and relationships.
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The Magicians is a more recent TV show that takes place at Brakebills University, and is much darker than the above three recommendations. The wizards and witches work together to learn how to control their powers, learn new magic, and protect the world from evil. (There's even a musical episode with songs from Les Mis!)
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The Umbrella Academy is a campy, wild TV show centered on a family of adopted kids who grew up under the tutelage of a father obsessed with their magical powers. They're all misfits, struggle to get along, but must band together to save the universe. Except it spins them through time, with each attempt causing new alterations to the timeline.
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Leigh Bardugo’s Shadow and Bone book series is also a TV series that is reasonably okay. Alina discovers she is the Sun Summoner, but forces that want to kill her start to converge on her training. (Ironically the fan favorites is less our protagonist Alina than the thief trio who end up helping her survive.).
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Any of Rick Riordan's series is full of magical and fantastical stories. Percy Jackson is the most well known of his series, where we follow Percy who goes to a school for kids whose parents are gods or demigods. It chronicles his adventures. Another series features Magnus Chase who learns he's Asgardian and will have to master Thor's magic.
Anyway, that's to get folks started. Go and avoid Rowlings' vile transphobia and explore far better series with much better storytelling! It'll be a blast, I promise.
I’d just like to point out the growth in this post has mostly coincided with elon’s public spiral downward and I’d like to think we’re all a small part of that
★ after you and katsuki started officially dating it didn’t take long for you to move in with him. the first few weeks took some adjusting to. whether that be the food you ate, you learning to make his always a lot more spicy, what shows you begrudgingly agreed to watch, eventually agreeing on the walking dead, or even the way you would shift around your schedules to match each-others just so you can spend time together in peace.
well, peace is a loose word because katsuki soon learned that you were a big fan of asking him strange questions. especially when you were both snuggled into bed about to go to sleep so that you can begin your next day bright and early.
for example:
you were resting your head on his chest, his arm around your midsection as your legs were tangled beneath the sheets. katsuki breathed a sigh of comfort as he was drifting off into his slumber.
his face held a peaceful expression that contrasted your wide awake form. you glanced at him before shifting your eyes and spoke.
“kat, why do people have armpit hair?”
katsuki opened an eye to look down at you, his eyebrows scrunched and mouth half open as he looked at you in silence.
“what?” you sighed before playing with his chain as you continued. “like why is it there. and why does it stop growing at some point?”
katsuki’s perplexed face relaxed as he closed his eyes and turned his head, seemingly used to it and just wanting to sleep even if at times he liked to entertain your silly questions. “i dunno, google it tomorrow.”
his breathing resumed to deep inhales but you were unsatisfied. even though you truly wanted to sleep, you wanted answers and unfortunately for katsuki you were persistent. the two of you layed there in silence before you spoke again. “okay but what about toenails.”
katsuki let out a silent grunt before answering. “some evolution shit. now seriously, i’m not dragging you outta bed in the mornin’.” you exhaled through your nose and let a few seconds pass.
knowing he was probably a second away from pushing you off your shared bed, you decided to push some more for your own entertainment, after all, it wouldn’t hurt would it?
you breathed in before quickly shooting out another question.“..how are we the only species that have the consciousness to communi-” unfortunately for you, your boyfriend didn’t let you to finish your sentence as he shoved your face into his chest, effectively silencing you as your voice came out muffled.
“you’re on your last straw. i love you but if you ask me one more stupid question i’m throwin’ you out of bed.” his words came out as a mumble, no trace of a threatening undertone to be found.
you grinned to yourself before wrapping your arms around his neck and squeezing lightly.
“you looove mee?” his eyes blinked open as he stared at you with a blank expression. soon enough you could see a trace of a smile that grew as he gripped your waist tighter. you held back a chuckle that turned into a yelp as katsuki flipped out over, loosening your hold on him.
planting a kiss on your lips, he pulled you into him and grunted as his face rested in the crook of your neck. “now that’s a genuine stupid question. if you dunno the answer to that then the hell am i here for right now.” you let out a chuckle to his answer before snuggling back into him, finally feeling sleep creep over you. “i know, i love you too kats.”
he chuckled and allowed his body to relax into you. “good, now stop with the questions and sleep idiot.”
̽ ⋆ ﹒♡﹒ inspired by this from @with-my-calamitous-love !
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“We’re gonna be fuckin’ late.”
It’s the third time he’s repeated himself, and Katsuki’s weak attempt at convincing you to be on time for yet another stuffy heroes banquet isn’t working. He’s been trying to show his face in public more, courtesy of his PR manager. But you know that you’d both much rather park in an empty lot so you can bounce on his cock.
Long, thick fingers tap the steering wheel in a quick rhythm, the muscles in his forearms flexing with every small movement. It’s the end of summer, and Katsuki’s skin is a bit tanner than usual. You thank God the weather is still warm enough that Katsuki’s rolled the sleeves of his silky black button up to his elbows.
Your stare is open and shameless, biting the inside of your cheek as he rolls the wheel with one hand to turn right. “So what? C’mon baby, the banquet will continue whether we’re late or not. Besides, you didn’t even want to go, Kat.”
Katsuki laughs, a short and rough sound. You glance at him and he meets your gaze, smirking, then returns to watching the road, flicking on the turn signal. “Fine, fuck the banquet. You love gettin’ your way, don’t ya? Spoiled girl.”
He’s teasing, but heat sinks low into your belly anyways. “Say whatever you want, but I know you love spoiling me, Katsuki.”
Katsuki hums in response. The hand that’d been resting on the gearshift lands on your thigh, palm warm and melting through your dress like butter. He squeezes once, gripping the fabric and tugging until it starts to bunch around your upper thighs.
Silently, you check your purse in hopes of finding a hair tie. You’d like to be somewhat presentable for the banquet afterwards.
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The backseat of the Porsche is quite small.
Katsuki’s too tall, and it’s not realistic for you both to be able to bend and twist to get the right angles. Not that the front is much better, but at least Katsuki can scoot his seat far back enough that you’ll fit snug in his lap. Even if the steering wheel digs into your back every now and then.
One of your knees is trapped between Katsuki’s thigh and the center console, pinching it to the point of being annoying but easy to ignore. The other presses against the door. You shift your weight, adjusting your feet so the tops of them are propped up Katsuki’s thighs and it relieves the ache on your knee.
Your pussy drags along his shaft as you do, the only thing keeping him from sliding inside is the fabric of your panties. He’d shoved his slacks and briefs to mid thigh before you straddled him and now the heat of him is unbearable.
“Fuck,” Katsuki chokes out, gripping your waist out of habit as his dick twitches. “You’re goddamn gorgeous, I wanna see your tits.” He moves one hand up to your chest and yanks down the collar of your dress, breasts bouncing free, and he seals his lips around one of your nipples, sucking so hard your hips jerk forward.
“Oh god, Kat, don’t tease,” you warn, fingers fisting the silky material over his shoulders. Katsuki’s tongue flicks your tender nipple, skating his hand up your ribs and down your waist, over your thigh and between your legs. He pulls your panties to the side, letting cool fingers slide between your lips. They briefly dip inside, and you rock down only for Katsuki to retreat.
Katsuki frees your nipple with a pop and leans back to speak, more than likely to antagonize you, but you surge forward and cut him off with a bruising kiss. Katsuki’s head knocks into the seat from the force of it, punching a groan from his chest. The clean, citrusy scent of his cologne curls in the air and tickles your nose.
You shove your tongue into his mouth, reaching down to circle your fingers around his shaft. Tightening your hold causes Kastuki to suck in a sharp breath, and you break the kiss to rest your forehead on his.
Rising up on your knees, you use your grip on his dick to tap his tip against your clit, a prickle of heat shooting up your spine, before you line him up and start to sink down. The soft heat of your pussy locks tight around him and Katsuki tenses up beneath you, latching onto your hips.
Your breath catches in your chest until you bottom out, ass meeting his thighs. Your pussy throbs from the burning stretch.
“Jesus,” Katsuki breathes, lids fluttering as he struggles to keep them open. “Feels too fuckin’ good, babygirl.” You nod your agreement, slack-jawed, and straighten your spine. It’s like Katsuki’s cock is in your stomach.
“Help me Kat,” you demand, bracing your hands on the seat behind the blonde.
One side of Katsuki’s mouth lifts into a smug grin, shifting himself a bit lower into the seat. Large hands cup your ass and squeeze tight enough to leave marks. “Hang on tight, princess.”
The first thrust sparks pleasure deep in your pelvis, heat rushing to your toes. After that, each time you push back to meet him, it’s slick, loud, and frantic. He fucks you fast and hard, this being one of the few times Katsuki’s agreeable to a quickie. The heat rises until the windows fog up, your handprint becoming very visible to the outside eye.
Once you’ve settled back into the passenger seat you touch up your makeup, thankful it wasn’t ruined. Although, your hair tie does get put to good use.
every time I tell someone about my potato allergy they go “oh that sucks I can’t imagine not eating fries or mashed potatoes!” and im like oh rest assured nether god nor the devil himself could stop me from trebucheting hot spoonfuls of starchy face-swelling throat-itching good shit into my dumb as hell gaping potato receptacle
needy ☆ ( prohero!katsuki x fem!reader ) mdni | 18+ — katsuki's kink is probably you asking for it; katsuki has a filthy mouth im sorryyy 1.7k
You're usually not the first to initiate this. Sex. Katsuki doesn't worry about failing to get what he wants, not like how you are right now. He's vociferous — "Can I fuck you, baby?" and you'd melt against him so easily because you fell for Bakugou Katsuki for that reason.
You can't do that. You don't know how to approach him with the same effortlessness and not get swallowed up whole by the urge to flee before you can even get a word out. It's not for the fear of rejection but for how bare you'd be asking for it. Sex.
Katsuki, of course, notices your restlessness for the entire evening. He doesn't say anything about it at first, not even while you eat together and you can't seem to meet him in the eyes, or how you don't join him in the shower unlike always, or even how you sit on the edge of the bed like there's steam blowing out your ears.
"Spit it out," Katsuki says, his back pressed against the headboard. "Look at me."
You clutch at your chest, bringing attention to the unsteady thumping of your heartbeat. You rip your gaze off the floor and instead gravitate to Katsuki's biceps bulging from the press against his chest.
You swallow a pathetic noise, reminded of what exactly you've been needing from your boyfriend.
You tear your eyes away from his arms and meet an arched, pale eyebrow. Assessing. How is this so hard? You can't even bring yourself to choke out a "pleasefuckme" because Katsuki makes you feel like some freshman asking for some hand-holding in the hallway.
It's embarrassing to be years in a relationship with Katsuki, but you're so attracted to him that asking to be fucked feels the same as asking him out.
It's Katsuki's expression that cracks the fragile atmosphere. He has his brows pinched in a crease that wrinkles his forehead. His face doesn't betray anything else, but you're well-versed in Katsuki to understand that he is just as nervous as you are. Anxious.
"It's nothing bad," you assure him, guilt aching in your chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you."
Katsuki eases just an inch. He clicks his tongue and looks away. "Could've sworn otherwise."
As terrible as that sounds, how Katsuki is just as affected as you are invertedly calms you down. Whatever happens, you know Katsuki will be honest with you.
Clinging onto the last shred of your dignity, you crawl over pillows and settle on Katsuki's lap. Hovering.
His confusion overtakes his worry, hands instinctively reaching out to your waist. "What—"
"Katsuki," you begin, and his breathing halts in anticipation. Tentatively, barely there, you roll your hips over his, fluttering in delight when his cock swells with growing interest, and you can feel it, right there, separated by layers—
"Fuck," he hisses through his teeth, heated hands moving to your ass. "You..."
"Please," it tumbles out your mouth so nicely. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately." Shame burns on your cheeks, watching as his dick stirs. Intrigued. "And you haven't been — giving it. Lately."
"That what it is?" he asks quietly, almost in disbelief. "Needed me to fill you up?"
There's no better way to say it.
When you look up from where you two meet, Katsuki's pupils have dilated so wide that there's barely a trace of red. It speaks of a promise: I'll give it to you. Air closes around your throat, thighs twitching. He feels it, too.
"Been hurtin', weren't you?" he says, sounding untamed as he breathes it over your ear, inciting a full-body shiver. "Been needin' it bad? M'sorry. Didn't mean to neglect you, sweetheart."
"Katsuki," you gasp brokenly.
"Mm." He kisses your jaw, sucks on it, hands catching on the drawstring of your sweatpants, pulls on it. You lift your thighs. Soon enough, you're fully bare waist-down. "So fuckin' hot, asking for me to fuck you like that. Shit, I'm gonna be dreamin' about that for months."
He proves his interest by grinding up your thigh. You whine, feeling it from the back of your throat. You need him so badly. You barely notice that you're still rubbing yourself against him until there's a wet patch over his sweatpants.
"Hold still, sweetheart."
Katsuki dips a finger where you're unsurprisingly wet. He rubs where he knows you're sensitive the most, the slick of your arousal making the friction so good. Your back arches and Katsuki's cooing, coaxing each noise out with his fingers and the filth from his mouth.
"You're already wet," he says, pupils as dark as his voice.
"Don't tease," you manage to choke out, gripping the front of his shirt. "I already — ah — prepped myself. I needed you to fuck me last week."
Katsuki stills, his eyes flicking from your cunt to your needy expression, then curses under his breath.
"Fuck, fuck," he says. "Fuck you. You have no idea how hard it'll be to go out on patrol when I'm thinkin' about you talkin' dirty like that."
Embarrassment floods your entire body. "Don't say it like that, asshole. And focus on your patrol! Don't let your dick distract you from the villains!"
Katsuki shuts you up by sliding the roughness of his palm over your heat, pulling a whimper that makes him grin. "They're the distraction. Never you. Thinkin' about you all the time — this, all the time."
"Pervert," you say, but you're moving your hips along his hand.
Katsuki laughs once, pulling you off his hips, only for him to pull his sweatpants down by his knees. "Who was the one beggin' for it?"
You can't bring yourself to think of something witty. The sight of him hard in front of you has you robbed of incoherent thought.
Katsuki knows it. He's seen that look on your face time and time again — know only he can do that to you. "Let me make it up to you, yeah? Let me fill you up the way you'd been cravin'."
He's so embarrassing with that mouth. It's a wonder why you're whining louder, getting wetter.
"You want it," Katsuki says, leaning back against the headboard. "Baby, you wanted this, didn't you? Take what you want from me."
You may be the one on top of him, but you've never felt all the more embarrassed, giving him a full view of how wet you are for him just by thinking about it. It drips. Yet you find yourself too needy to complain, not wanting to waste the opportunity he's giving.
"Okay," you say, lifting your hips up enough for him to watch yourself lining up above him.
And does he watch, eyes wild. You may be the one to initiate this, but he's the one looking desperate for it. Like he can't bring himself to wait a second longer before burying himself in you. He's big. You might've stretched yourself open, yet it'd take a while for you to accommodate his size again after days without it. So you only take him in inch by inch, impressed by how Katsuki screws his eyes shut, keeping himself from moving.
"Fuck," you both say in tandem.
You shudder, feeling so full in a way you've been itching for. You can barely resist your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel him twitch inside you. Katsuki's not fairing any better, fingers digging in your hips, some noise close to a whine by the back of his throat. The thought of him leaving marks when you've been so bare of it for too long has you clenching around him. He groans, unable to help himself from thrusting up. You share a gasp.
You tremble, feeling boneless and restless simultaneously. "Katsuki. Katsuki—”
You're not entirely sure what you're trying to say, only that Katsuki understands.
"I know," he says, sounding just as winded. "Wanted it, too, you don't even know."
At his muttering, you find yourself fucking against him, chasing the pleasure his words are giving you. You missed this badly. Nights when he had evening patrol and you were achingly empty were the worst; you couldn't complain, but you've wanted to hide Katsuki from the world and keep him to you for too long. Your wrists ache at the reminder — they were never as good as this.
Your answering moan is loud in your mouth, hips gaining speed. He reaches far deeper than you can even try. He knows it.
"Yeah? Your fingers not enough, ain't it?" Katsuki says, rolling his hips up when you slam down, gaze hot as you tremble above him. "Look at you, baby. So wet and hot. You're making a mess. Needed it that bad?"
"Yes. Please, please," you can only say. You feel yourself losing strength as your climax slowly reaches for you.
"Fuck," he exhales, and thankfully uses those years of upper body strength training to help you ride him — where it nearly feels as if you're barely exerting any effort. Sweat trails down his jaw, his eyes ravaging the sight of you swallowing him up every thrust. "You — needed me to fill you up like this, huh?"
"Katsuki, I—” You want to look away, shame filling your insides. It's unfair that Katsuki is so attractive that just looking at him makes you surrender so easily. "I think I'm close. Katsuki, I can't—"
"Hah," Katsuki twitches, breath seizing. "Yeah? You gonna give it t'me, baby? Come on. Know you can. Show me how good I make you feel."
Tears well up in your eyes. This position has him reaching so deep inside that after this, you know you'll miss how you can feel him in there, like he's branding himself in your body, staking a claim where no one else can see. But they'd know. On the bruises on your hips, the marks all over your neck, how you're chanting Katsuki's name and—
Katsuki kisses you deeply when you spill, his own release following along like just seeing you gets him every time. You moan fully in his mouth, always surrendering.
"Thank you," you sigh against him.
Katsuki snorts, massaging shapes into the sides of your hips. "You know I'll always want it more than you. Don't gotta thank me for that."
Bakugou’s always gone to bed really early, you hear. So it doesn’t surprise you in the early days of your relationship when most nights you find yourself climbing into bed after he’s already been asleep for a while.
But those first couple times, no matter how quiet and careful you try to be, you always wake him.
He transitions from sleep to wakefulness in a heartbeat, startling you. Pinning you down, pressing you into the bed with his body, before his eyes even have the chance to register what’s in front of him. Hero reflexes, you guess.
Gradually, he gets used to it. Used to you being part of how he begins his days and ends his nights. And you make an effort to go to bed earlier, conscious of the fatigue that sometimes settles into his shoulders, his face.
These days when you crawl into bed, he stays asleep—for the most part. Some part of his brain stirs, his body reacts, because he always pulls you in close, mutters your name. He only settles once you say his name back, the lines of his body relaxing against yours.
they call me… 7 Knives. because that’s how many knives it takes me to cook things because I keep puttin em in the fuckin sink without thinking about it
ive found that when i say “save me [x character] save me” im usually saying it about a character that has gone through something similar to what im currently going through (ie saying Save me arthur morgan when i’m coughing horribly) and it dawned on me recently that it’s essentially the same as praying to saints for intercession
Don't you mean classist Typo, as in discriminating against poor people, and not classicist, the type of academic who studies antiquity in southern Europe?
