[sweeteviltraps]

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hello! call me june! im 26!

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what i yap about: mostly love and deepspace, sylusmc, rafmc & zaynemc specifically, baldurs gate 3, d&d, date everything, castlevania, dc gothamverse, apothecary diaries & more!

what i write about: any of the above!

what i won’t write: noncon, incest, ageplay, bodily fluid stuff (other than spit spit all ya want)

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[marsaplanet]

☆ world alone - katsuki bakugou x reader

a/n - tooth rotting bakugou slice of life fluff since i can't sleep. no gendered terms used, but reader is described as AFAB.

you don't hear bakugou put the keys into your front door, but you can instantly tell when he's walking into your apartment. maybe there's some part of you that can still hear the way his boots stomp across your heated wood floors, though he's gotten quite better at making his footsteps quiet, or it's some sort of magical power-couple ESP, but you always know when bakugou is finally back home to you.

even when you're half asleep, like you are now, some shift in the air tells you that he'll be coming through your bedroom door in about two seconds. and sure enough...

the door creaking open is the only sound he's made since returning home from a grueling patrol shift. the kind that stays boring, where he's sure he'll be called home, that turns into steady menial fights and stops out of nowhere. not busy, just steady. a robbery attempt at a convenience store. returning a lost child back to their parents. acting as extra muscle for police when needed. scaring the daylights out of two sixteen year olds attempting to make a bong out of an apple. repeat. repeat. repeat.

"hey sleepy..." bakugou whispers as he walks around to your side of the bed. his voice always has a hint of gravel, but it rumbles more after work.

"m'not sleepy..." you mumble, futilely rubbing the sleep from your eyes as bakugou kneels so he can get a proper look at you. "just resting till you were back. you're the one that needs sleep."

"sure you're not sweetheart," a little breath puffs out of bakugou's nose.

"just get into bed now," you say, grabby arms outstretched.

"i'm not ruining the sheets," bakugou says, his gloves and boots were removed at the door. "wanted to head straight home, have to shower."

"oh please..." you're much more awake than before. "you never get all that black gunk off your eyes anyways."

you outstretch a hand to rub a finger on the thin skin just below his eye and above his cheekbone. katsuki has already attempted to get most of his eye-black off. "that's a really nice smoky eye. what's your technique?" his breath puffs into your hand again before he presses a kiss to your palm.

"shower," he says, standing back up from his kneeling position on the floor.

"it looks real sexy on you..." you continue. "like batman or something. robert pattinson batman."

bakugou just shakes his head as he walks to your bathroom, but you can tell that the tips of his ears have gone red hot. it's no surprise that the bathroom door closes with what could easily be accused of a slam at this hour of night (morning).

it's less of a struggle to keep your eyes open when you know your boyfriend is just on the other side of a door. he isn't standing on top of roofs or hiding in alleyways. he's just unwinding in your bathroom. steam rolls from under the door's crack. the caramely musk of his sweat combined with the spicy clove of his aftershave. when the fan in the bathroom turns on, you know he's finished.

bakugou leaves the door open as he walks back into your bedroom, something he harps on regarding moisture and proper bathroom care and avoiding mold. he squeegees the damn glass on your shower every time he uses it. the mirror too if it needs it.

"mmph," you mumble into your pillow. you can't see him, but he's clearly hovering over something. you haven't felt the bed dip, signalling him finally crawling under the covers with you. the indignity. "mmph," you harrumph into your pillowcase again.

the second little noise does the trick, a little bump to the mattress from bakugou's shins. "setting my alarm," he grumbles, voice like the first rumbles of a thunderstorm, yet still somehow kind. the beep beep of the changing alarm time repeats.

from your position laying down on your stomach, you hang a hand off your side of the mattress, the other readjusting your pillow under you. your cheek turns away to the wall, staring out the window. the mattress dips. he's sitting. "stupid fucking, piece of shit-"

"just use your phone," you say.

"i've told you, it never wakes me up properly-"

"and you have an afternoon shift anyway," you turn to stare at bakugou's back. "it's 3 a.m. you don't have to be up till past noon."

"... i thought it was wednesday."

"it's thursday baby," you tap his back. bakugou's always ran too hot, maybe a symptom from his quirk. your own personal furnace. it's much too humid for him to be wearing a sleep shirt this time of year. a drop of sweat rolls down the nape of his neck...

"well if that's the case," bakugou begins, his brain needing a moment to reboot with the new information. "i guess that means i get to sleep in."

he swings his legs under the covers, digital alarm clock abandoned on his night stand. he'll wake up whenever his body decides to wake him up. with at least ten hours before he has to be at work, the rigidity of an alarm isn't necessary today.

both of you turn off the lamps on your night stands in an instant, the bright neon and LED's from outside sneaking through your sheer curtains instead. you lay on your side facing the wall again, content to just feel how the mattress feels different with bakugou beside you. shadows dancing on the walls from cars still passing by, with the summer humidity still feeling ever present despite your apartment's recently upgraded central AC.

a hand sneaks under your tank top, resting just above your navel.

"... yes?" you try to hide the amusement in your voice. the hand rubs back and forth, hard callouses feeling rough against your skin.

"just wanna feel you..." bakugou places a kiss against the back of your neck.

it's the kind of sincere and almost silent devotion that drops a pit into your throat. you feel bakugou's forehead drop down to where his lips just were, resting. his hand migrates lower, going behind your back and over the swell of your ass instead, under your sleep shorts. he never gropes, just searches, letting himself feel your thighs and your back and your stomach and your ass and back up and down again, and again, and again, and again. he's a cartographer and you're his latest map.

you can't bear it.

you flip to your other side, facing bakugou. the guilty hand rests on the curve of your waist. to anyone else, you're sure bakugou's face would look stoic. the same RBF that the media loves to claim that he has, staring down his partner in such a tender moment. but there's that softness in his eyes. his lips seem fuller than usual, on the brink of a half smile.

"careful..." you manage to swallow. god, he just looks so soft. "might lull me to sleep like that."

"that's kinda the goal, honey," and there's that smile. dear god. a little crook to the right side of his lips and a flash of a canine. katsuki licks his lips. you can't bear it.

your arms circle around bakugou's neck, bringing him lower so he can rest on your chest. everyone thinks that bakugou's hair is spiky, and to an extent it is. many a time, you've helped him gel it up before he heads out on patrol, not quite full liberty spikes, but certainly giving him an edge. but you get to feel his hair after a fresh shower, no doubt after bakugou has dried his hair so thoroughly with a tower it sticks up with static. what was once spiky tickles your chest, neck, and chin.

"love when your hair is fluffy like this," you say before you bend your neck slightly to press a kiss to the crown of his head. bakugou digs his fingers into your back, nails pressing through the fabric of your tank top. you get a kiss on the swell of each of your breasts for your compliment. he gets head scratches in return.

"i like touching you," bakugou mumbles into your boobs. "i like..." he pulls away to sigh. to look at you. he shakes his head.

"... yeah?" you cup his face with one of your hands. bakugou nods. "missed me that much, huh?"

god he's so soft. he's the softest and you're one of the only ones who know. he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand again. "always miss you."

"you're gonna kill me," you say. stone fruit pit stuck in your throat again.

bakugou stays silent for a moment. watching you like a hawk. probably (definitely) seeing the tears prick up in the corners of your eyes. he presses a kiss to your forehead before closing your eyes for you.

"i love you too sweetheart."

[coldprism]

Pointing sharp blades at each other is like foreplay to them

[ormundshightower]

Help me, she prayed, send me a friend, a true knight to champion me.

[andypantsx3]

if u were defeated in a boss fight what loot would u drop??

(question inspired by this post btw)

[marsaplanet]

wait this is such a fun question !!! i am unofficially going to make this a tag game because i'm so curious to see what people say !!!

i would drop oyster shells, cherry pits, revlon rum raisin lipstick, and comic books as like a rare/special item i think.

gently tagging: @notvil @tteokdoroki @bakubun @sweeteviltraps

[sweeteviltraps]

i have no one to tag but will do this anyway :)

my loot: a tin of altoids, sticks of strong mint gum, popcorn kernels, ibuprofen, d&d dice, with fantasy stories & books as my rare item. perhaps then you could ride a unicorn or a dragon to the next boss.

[ormundshightower]

[queensinchains]

I want to fly with you on dragonback. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022– ) S02E08 | S03E01

[baratheonpilled]

Via Peter Claffey's Instagram.

[spicyrose]

costume department should’ve given daeron a slutty little low cut shirt. you can’t tell me that man wouldn’t leave the top three buttons undone and wear a pretty silver necklace to draw the eyes to his exposed collarbones. only reason he didn’t have that for last ep is he somehow found the decency not to be looking to fuck at his uncle’s funeral.

[sweeteviltraps]

we #deserved to see that chest hair

[gentlesleaze]

Mary Bennet, would you do me the very great honor of becoming my wife? Yes.

[srdcovka]

HENRY ASHTON as LORD STANLEY DUDLEY My Lady Jane (2024) 1.02 - Wild Thing

[akajustmerry]

friend sent me an Instagram reel yesterday with 1000s of likes that was basically like "pride and prejudice is timeless actually because it's about an autism4autism romance 🥰" and then the creator proceeded to cite moments in the book and film where Lizzie and Darcy are "socially awkward" and....listen. I'm far from an Austen scholar, but I have taught Austen novels as an educator and this kind of psycho-pop analysis that views characters as individuals with autonomy over their actions, rather than tools in a story written at a particular time to say something about that time, pisses me off more than I can say without sounding like an asshole. I'm sorry but Darcy isn't rude and awkward and even cruel to Lizzie because he has autism, he says and does those things because he's a wealthy upper class land owning man raised to see a middle class woman from a large family with no male heirs like Elizabeth as inherently beneath him which he expresses to her multiple times because it is socially acceptable for him to do so in a society where someone like him is privileged above almost all others. He is "socially awkward" around her because of misogyny and classism (PREJUDICE) and she is "socially awkward" around him because a woman of her standing at that time simply wouldn't have had much to do with the gentry but to actually push back against the shit that Darcy says would be social suicide for her whole family so she protests the only way she can which is refusing his advances (PRIDE). not to be the "context collapse is the death of media literacy" guy. But this is the problem with the kind of head empty, let people enjoy things, if I can't relate to it what's the point type crowd. Youse think you're being so quirky justifying incoherent and anachronistic interpretations with your rampant individualism, ensuring that other people never confront anything that challenges them in these stories like patriarchal misogyny and classism. Pride and Prejudice becomes an "autism4autism romance", completely undermining the historical context of its status as one of the great social satires about the class and gender politics that Austen so expertly observed around her. This attitude is why we have nonsensical historical dramas that actively hate history like fucking edgy bdsm "Wuthering Heights", Bridgerton, The Buccaneers, and even a 2025 Frankenstein movie where the monster is just misunderstood and does no wrong uwu etc. because individual relatability and catharsis is king over anything actually saying anything about anything now. Everything is relatable and nothing is meaningful.

[finnwaller]

This is basically the same as making out.

[ormundshightower]

The Other Bennet Sister (2026)

[lizzybennets]

elizabeth being 100% done with her family

THE OTHER BENNET SISTER (2026)

[daeron-pilled]

I’m not ok 😮‍💨

[spicyrose]

this is what Daeron thinks he looks like showing up outside your door drunk and horny, but he actually falls through the doors and can’t get his shirt off

[shininglikedragonflame]

This is canon idc