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" look at me, baby . "

cw ! -- holy size difference, mainly teasing nsfw, praise, fem!reader, crybaby reader, breeding kink cuz why not, really big bakugo, bulging stuff, richie rich bakugo synopsis -- your pro-hero boyfriend is aggravated and wants to workout to let off some steam, but clearly you've been working out too and he likes that. a/n -- this came to me while i was working out shshhsh also i do not know names of machines and shit but they are DEFINITELY not used the right way in this

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა Katsuki only went to the gym whenever he was frustrated or felt he needed to get stronger, and the way he slammed the door on the way in told you that it was a mission gone wrong.

the home you two shared was nothing short of luxurious, big enough to house three families. though, it was mainly to show off his wealth, that's the reason he got it. he was a big fan of the indoor gym that came with it, machines and all.

weights slammed against the ground while he muttered incoherently about meetings and work stressing him out, not realizing you were right behind him. "Katsu," your voice snapped him out of his daze, making him finally turn to you.

he didn't say anything, just stared as his fists clenched and relaxed. he had been trying to control his emotions as of late, per your request. he didn't want to snap at you. he turned away, sitting down on a bench and huffing. "Go away." he took a moment to think, realizing that was way too harsh. after all, you were just trying to help. "..I didn't mean that. It's just.."

he groaned loudly, looking at the mirror in front of him. "Work is kicking my ass, love." he glanced at you in the reflection, noting everything about you. just staring at you seemed to calm him down. Damn, he thought to himself.

he knew he was dating a beautiful woman, but you were hot as hell. why is he just now noticing this? "Babe, have you been doing anythin' different lately?" he asks, not able to look up from your hips. his hands would fit so perfectly there.

"I mean, I have been doing pilates." of course. that'll do it. your figure was perfect to him, and he was thinking of every erotic position he could have you in right now. "Pilates, right, the shit that breaks you in every way possible." he muttered, rolling his eyes at your laughter.

curse pilates for making you look so fucking good.

Katsuki decided that he needed to stop thinking about you in such ways, and what better way to do that than to work out? sitting back in a seat lifting weights wouldn't make him think of anything sexual about you, he wouldn't be thinking of all the ways he could have you positioned against him, grinding on his lap.

or how adorable you'd look with tears in your eyes trying to take all of him while he lifts you up and down with ease.

working out does pay off.

he could lift double your weight and play around with it, like it was nothing. he could use you in any way he liked, like a doll.

"Katsuki, are you hard?" shit.

your eyes were locked onto his sweatpants, the bulge completely noticeable. you'd be lying if you said you weren't thinking of fucking him against that bench, but it was still pretty odd how he just randomly got a hard on. "No, shut the fuck up." he quickly shut his legs, glancing at the other machines.

literally anything to get his mind off of everything erotic he was thinking of.

"Oh, Katsuki.." your voice dipped low, in a certain tone that he could never get over. you knew what you were doing. you pulled your hands behind your back, clasping your hands and watching him focus on anything but your face. every curve, every dip in your flesh, he wanted to mark it.

but that was feral, and he was trying to work on his self control as of late.

you just had to look this good.

"Fuck, baby." he stared up at you -- you with that victorious smirk -- and beckoned you closer. "... need that.." he muttered to himself, pulling you onto his lap the second you were close enough.

the kisses started out soft, gentle like. until they got more desperate, feverish. his hands tugged viciously at your tight clothing, growling in displeasure at how difficult they were to take off. he preferred baggier clothing on you anyway.

he eventually got so frustrated he just tore the leggings open, still locking your lips in a kiss. "I'll buy you more later, shut up and turn around." his eyes were locked onto you, onto your perfect frame. he had you facing the mirror, just so he could see your face and still focus on his treat.

the rest of your shredded cloth that was your leggings was peeled off by his large hands, and soon enough his fingers were sliding over your throbbing clit through your panties. "You know, you're really wet baby." he teases, slowly moving them aside.

"Sh- shut up.. " your grumbling and whining was adorable to him. that would soon turn into whimpers and cries, and he'd enjoy every little one. Katsuki knew you couldn't take him without any prep, but he was impatient.

"Breathe, baby," he crooned in your ear, slowly pushing himself inside of you. he made sure your back was pressed right against his chest, eyes locked on the mirror so you could see the faces you made while getting absolutely ruined by him.

his hand lingered on your throat while the other lifted your shirt, letting you see the imprinting bulge his cock left. "See that? Look at you, taking that so well.."

he clicked his tongue the second you started to breathe quicker, sharp trembling breaths as you slowly moved your hips. "So needy, aren't you?" most of the time, you couldn't take his whole dick with prep. having the whole thing at once was so overwhelmingly good.

he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror, moving your hips with his other hand at his own pace. every hump felt like your cervix was tearing apart in the best way possible. your eyes rolled back and flickered to your body again with each hit to your sensitive g-spot.

"There we are, Angel. That's right, take it all f'me." you can't remember the last time you got fucked in front of the mirror. it was so lewd, watching yourself get used. Katsuki loved watching you. fucking freak.

he had a real bad habit of fucking whenever he thought you looked hot, and unfortunately for you he found everything you did hot.

he started to get more restless, impatient. he could feel his tip just grazing your cervix, and you kept lifting yourself, stopping him from fucking you how he really wants to.

putting both hands on your waist, he slammed his hips against yours, making you yelp and whine, hot tears falling on your thighs as you take every inch. "S'fucking tight, baby. You love this, don't you?"

choked sobs and whines were the only thing spilling from your mouth, as much as you wanted to speak. his whole body was burning in pleasure, his palms leaving slight burn imprints on your waist from his quirk. they always made you feel euphoric for some reason.

"Fuck baby, you came already?" he watched you convulse and grab his hand tightly, feeling your pussy throb around him. "You can handle it 'till I cum, can't you?" he kissed the back of your neck, watching you from over your shoulder in the mirror.

your lewd expression, your disheveled state, the tears rolling down your cheeks and saliva dripping from your lips. eyes hazed in pure pleasure.

perfect.

"Y'wanna be full, don't you?" he panted out, taking in your scent. god you smelled wonderful. nodding as you grinded your hips against him more, high pitched moans leaving your throat and leaving it sore. your neighbors could probably hear you, and you were in a mansion.

the second he felt your hips lifting, he slammed them back down and pulled you closer. "Don't run," he breathed, feeling the familiar knot in his stomach. even though he found it hot, he didn't wanna shoot ropes on your back or in your mouth.

"Katsu!-"

"Take it."

he pushed your hips down again, listening to you whine as you felt his cum fill you up. he didn't even want to move, it felt so good filling you up like this.

"Sh-shit, Katsuki.." you stuttered out, catching your breath. the way he used you had to be studied. he looked at you through the mirror for a while, licking your neck.

"Again." a command more than a plea.

he had the stamina of a fucking stallion.

ts so ass

₍ᵔ.˛.ᵔ₎-- property of dramatikks

" i took my wife's name . use it ."

synopsis -ᯓ★ the honeymoon had been the best part of your wedding, to be honest. however, all good things come to an end eventually, and soon you and your newly-wed husband were back at work. however, some people seemed to get it incorrect with your new names.. cw ! -ᯓ★ fem!reader ,, reader is referred to as "wife, hun, darling," a / n -ᯓ★ blame tiktok for giving me the idea with that damn sound.

bright office lights and the soft hum of an air conditioner were the sounds you were used to, but it felt different now. four weeks in a tropical paradise with the love of your life would do that to you.

people had said you were glowing, that your energy was radiating off the walls of the workplace and made everything seem more bright.

on your first day back, you were swarmed by your coworkers asking how it went. some commented on your new hairstyles, others on your new jewelry.

"Oh my goodness, that ring is beautiful!" one of your coworkers, a manager in some department, held your hand and looked at it carefully. "You even got your nails done, he's spoiling you rotten!"

a small smile left your lips as you nodded, thinking of all the times that you and Katsuki spent together. "It wasn't much... he just wanted to do something nice for me."

"This looks really expensive. Like, the cost of my rent, expensive." she looked up at you, then back at the ring. "Our initials are engraved on the inside. And he had it custom made."

"I knew it!"

the two of you laughed and talked more about your wedding and honeymoon, remembering all the small details and funny moments at the ceremony; like when he had cake frosting on his nose, or when he teared up while you walked down the aisle.

being married to a pro-hero would come with its perks. free passes and spots in places, always having easy transportation, all the good things. though, there were cons as well.

paparazzi.

and when the news of your wedding got out, headlines were already being written and the reporters were on their way patrolling the streets, speaking on it in studios and on podcasts. he was a top-ranking hero, you expected it.

and knowing your husband, he despised paparazzi. "Too nosy," he'd grumble. "So annoying," he'd complain. every time after a street interview or a surprise pop-up from a random reporter, he'd just want to be buried in your arms with peace and quiet.

"Look! Your husband's on TV!" your coworker nudged you, staring at the communal TV that had been put in the breakroom a while ago, and was never really used other than to watch dramas.

but there was your husband, pro-hero Dynamight, looking annoyed as ever while he was bombarded with questions about the wedding.

"Where did you get wed?" "Do you plan on having any kids?" "When are you taking another break?"

he took his time to answer, but you could tell he was getting more and more impatient. it was almost funny, watching his eye twitch whenever a question was asked twice.

"Mr. Katsuki Bakugo, do you-"

"That isn't my name." the other reporters fell silent, as did the breakroom. "I'm not a Bakugo anymore, I took my wife's name. Use it." he snarked at them, crossing his arms. you still remember the day he told you that he wanted to take your last name instead of the usual way around.

his entire reason was that since you had began this relationship, you deserved to get the credit for it. "If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be a hero. Use my wife's name, or get lost. "

a moment of silence wafted over the breakroom as the reporters honed on with their questions on the television, and some people in the room started to murmur.

"He took your last name?!"

"He took my last name, yes." you could feel the sigh building up in your chest as you prepared for the long line of questioning that would come after this. by the time the day was over, you probably answered about 200 questions.

when you got home, you immediately got comfortable, laying on your bed and curling into the sheets. it felt good to relax after being hunched over a desk all day. shortly after, keys jingled in the lock and the door swung open. "Hun!" a loud grunt echoed throughout the house as Katsuki took off his boots, walking further into the house.

"Goddamn, where is this woman.." he grumbled to himself, stopping in the doorway when he sees you curled up on the bed. "Not even a kiss at the door?"

"Too tired, Mr. I took my wife's name." you tease, watching his ears redden with blush. "Shut it."

he let out a sigh and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I meant it, darling." he stared at you for a bit, then pinched your cheek. "Now, get up and give me some room, I'm tired too."

Katsuki got himself comfortable too, discarding his hero gear on the floor and slipping into some sweatpants and a tanktop, sliding into bed with you. "You're so soft," he grumbled, pressing his face into your hair as he squeezed you.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Go to sleep."

"It's not even-"

"Sleep."

"Yes ma'am."

heh... we love husband bakugo.

૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა -- property of dramatikks

" touch it ! push it ! lick it ! "

warning -- ! i feel freaky rn and so you're getting smutty leon blurb that just came in my head for like five seconds and it kinda sounds like headcannons but whatever I JUST NEED TO WRITE THIS.

sex with Leon was quite literally like a porn movie. you always end up in humiliating positions, used like a sex toy, and completely ruined.

Leon is a man of it all, he has done everything and is surprisingly skilled with it. he knows just what spots to hit, how to keep his pace and when to speed it up, he knows how to spoil.

and boy does he know how to be an eater.

if it was a sport, he'd have three gold medals. that tongue explores every part of you, making sure to leave every sensitive inch coated in saliva and giving you little kisses that make your body have a euphoric shock every time he does it.

even after you cum inside of his mouth, he still goes down on you and doesn't come up or take a breath at all. no breaks, no pausing, he wants to please you until you pass out. also, he's a cheeky bastard that likes to see you struggle against him.

he knows he's much stronger than you and can hold you down easily. thats why he loves doing it.

and feeling your nails drag along his arms as a pathetic attempt to get him off was exhilarating to him. his heart beat a little faster every time you gripped his hair and pulled him down closer.

during sex he's very vocal. he will groan, whimper, whine and huff and puff the entire time, and he absolutely talks you through it.

"This is all yours," he'd mumble while he gave you no time to adjust to his size.

"You can take it, breathe with me."

"So tight for me," "Like that?" "So good for me," "How's that baby?"

and especially after arguments he loves to fuck missionary just so he can see your expression falter and that anger slip away while he pounds you. "Not so mad anymore, huh?"

"M'sorry baby, I won't do it again,"

"Did we learn our lesson?"

"How are you now?"

he is such a fucking tease and he knows it. he will purposely only put the tip in just to watch you writhe in place, waiting for the whole thing. it always catches you off guard.

and he lives for eye contact, especially when you're struggling to keep your eyes open and on him while you leave marks all over his back.

mkay blurb done you guys can go now

Sweaty Palms

𐙚🧸ྀི-- Katsuki was very insecure about his sweating problem. of course, when he was out fighting he wasn't thinking about it; constantly feeling the adrenaline of the fight never made him realize how sweaty his palms were.

however, when it came to touching anything and even people. Sero, Kaminari, and the others would complain about his handprints on literally everything.

it was something he didn't really like about himself.

and on this stupid date, in this stupid library, with you and your stupidly cute face focused on the words on the page, he was holding your hand. your cold, nice hand, with his sweaty palms.

his mind was a whirlwind -- were you disgusted by it? should he let go and wipe his hands? what the hell is he supposed to do right now?!

but you didn't do any of the things he thought you'd do. you didn't slowly take your hand back, you didn't complain about it, didn't even mention it.

your thumb just gently rubbed against the back of his hand, other hand propping up your book as you read. focusing, but giving him attention as well. it was stupid to him.

stupid how much you were so nice.

"..What are you even reading," he grumbled lowly, silently respecting the 'no loud voices' rule simply because you lectured him about it. otherwise he would've yelled. "Some fantasy book or somethin'..?" he leaned closer, looking at the book more intensely.

"Human anatomy." you answer calmly, peeling your eyes off the lines where it explained sweat glands. "You have a very fast heartbeat."

Katsuki was silent, blinking once. then again.

"What?"

"Your heartbeat," you repeated. "It's very fast."

"Well how do you know that? You didn't put your whole ass head in my chest."

you hold up his hand, lightly pressing on the spot right below his palm. "I could feel it. I like feeling your heartbeat. Plus, your hands are really warm. I like it."

I like it.

his heart damn near exploded right then and there.

he watched you smile and lean into him, your head against his chest. "Now," you hum. "I hear it more clearly." he didn't even know how to handle this situation. his palms were getting more and more sweaty, and he couldn't even fix a sentence.

"A shame mine's stopped a while ago, Kats."

the sudden jolt he felt as he opened his eyes brought him back to reality. you weren't there to study in the library with him anymore, you weren't there to hold his sweaty hands.

you weren't there to comfort him.

and he was left alone, his clothes sticking to him as he clutched the cardigan he refused to wash or let go of, ever. the one he slept with every night.

anything to hold onto what little he had left of you.

assignment misunderstood

angst

₍ᵔ.˛.ᵔ₎ property of dramatikks

" hypnotize me, "

⋆.𐙚 ̊ synopsis -- you caught the king's attention one day, now you're the only one that can stop wars from happening. ⋆.𐙚 ̊ cw ! -- f!bellydancer!reader x king!katsuki, mentions of violence, casual vanilla smut; praise,talking thru it... some bulging..,, ⋆.𐙚 ̊ a / n -- shakira shakira

°❀.ೃ࿔* -- chimes and drums were your cue, the marble floors were your domain, the music flowed through you like water. kingdoms were jealous when they heard that Lord Katsuki had you in his royal court, his personal dancer, and you weren't leaving anytime soon.

you had made a name for yourself, travelled with the best dancers of the region. but when you set foot into Katsuki's kingdom, he knew well that you were his and you weren't allowed to leave. he gave you an offer you couldn't resist.

"stay with me in my kingdom, and I'll give you whatever you want - I'll do whatever you want. "

and who would say no to having the king at their disposal?

you lived lavishly in the palace. you had everything you ever wanted, and you were free to do what you wanted. you were no slave, and you made sure Katsuki knew that well. he had become more patient when you were around. more calculated, less impulsive.

some say it was a miracle, others call you his tamer. though, most believe it was the magic of the dances you perform that soothe the fire of his raging soul.

your bangles shifted against each other as you roamed the halls, admiring the portraits that were carefully painted by amazing artists. some of the palace, others of the past kings. and then there was one of you, in all your glory. Katsuki demanded it be done the second that you arrived.

"Where's my dancer?" Katsuki's voice was loud, just like an explosion, commanding respect in every room he entered. you could hear his advisors stammering excuses, and you knew well it would end with one outcome. "My lord, you have meetings and treaties to oversee, surely her performances can wait a few mere hours..?"

Katsuki leaned forward in his throne, his palms aching with the fire building up beneath them. "Do you want me to start a war today, advisor?" the poor man frantically shook his head, swallowing thickly. "No, no I-"

"Then go and get me my dancer."

every man in the room was frantic to find you, but you knew how to hide from them. just to make it interesting, making the hunt fun. while they searched for you, desperately asking around, you slipped your way into the throne room, approaching Katsuki. "I don't understand how you move so quietly with all of those jewels and bangles," he comments, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he stares at you.

he was entranced by you, your essence, everything that you had to offer. every time you danced, he would memorize your moves, try to expect which would come next, and you would always surprise him with new ones and different songs.

"It's a talent, something you learn, just like dancing." he could smell your scent more clearly now, almost taste it. it was a mix of incense and flowers, something else he couldn't quite place. he wouldn't be surprised if it was a drug specifically to torment him. "You learn how to silence your steps, slow your body down," his eyes lingered on your waist beads. "Calculate your movements. My eyes are up here, My Lord." he looked back up at you, just to stare right at your waist and thighs again.

"This one is more revealing." his hands lifted the fabric of your skirt, running his fingers over it a bit. "I like it." "Of course you do." he ushered you to his lap, patting his thigh. "I want you to wear it more often," his voice was low, much softer than it was earlier.

"It fits you perfectly. Just like how you're here, on my lap. Perfect." he pulls you in by the waist, running his fingers over the tattoos that litter your back and lower waist. "What's running through that mind of yours, king?"

he didn't answer for a moment, his eyes stuck on your waist. he put his hand over your stomach, pressing on it lightly. "Where my cock would reach inside of you." he was never one for sugarcoating, he was very blunt.

your cheeks reddened as you processed his words. "In.. In the throne room?" sure, you two have mingled once or twice, but never somewhere that you two could be seen.

he pulled you closer to his chest, so that your face was in the crook of his neck. "Of all the times I've had you under me," he slowly started to pull aside your panties. "I've never seen it." he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "You'll help me, will you not?"

his hands didn't move until he heard your answer. "Y-Yes, my lord.." he nodded, pressing another kiss to your temple. "Good girl." Katsuki slowly inserted himself inside of you, letting out a soft groan as he felt your warmth. "So wet already," he muttered to himself.

he lowered your body slowly, giving you time to adjust to his full length. "There we are, such a strong girl.." he lifted your chin, kissing you slowly while his other hand moved your hips back and forth, your waist beads chiming softly and echoing across the large room, mixing with the wet noises of you two shamelessly fucking.

"K-Kats, what if they-" "They won't. They're convinced you're out there somewhere, and they won't stop looking until they find you. Don't focus on them, focus on taking me, pretty."

Katsuki had gotten restless, and switched positions with you. now you were pressed onto his throne, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted in and out of you. the throne was a symbol of power, of the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom. and now, you two were defacing it without a care in the world.

Katsuki watched as you struggled to keep your eyes on him, smiling the whole time. "How precious, how adorable." he pressed another kiss to your forehead, glancing at your stomach and watching it bulge every time his cock penetrated you, bruising your cervix and leaving you a whining mess.

"Such a waste of pretty makeup," he crooned, wiping your mascara. "Don't worry, you'll get more."

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡-- can you tell i got a bit lazee

-- property of moss

Not Ideal Circumstances ,

𖹭.ᐟ synopsis -- the new fire-lord needs an heir, and you had been offered up almost immediately, so with no other choice, Zuko decides that you'll be his bride. 𖹭.ᐟ cw ! -- female!royal!reader x protective!Zuko, angst if you squint, cutesy moments, sigh sigh blah blah 𖹭.ᐟ a / n -- haha we love zuko haha forget about me being gone in like forever shh,,

⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚-- seven months had gone by since the agreement was made that sealed your fate. the vibrant green leaves of the garden you loved to visit were now crumpled and withered away, snowfall becoming more common as chills ran through your body every now and then.

your arranged husband wasn't as cold as the winter, though. not as cruel as the advisors claimed him to be. not to you, at least.

you had your own room to yourself, meals delivered to the door and freedom to move around the palace if you wished. the streets knew your name and let it wander around the town like a heavy cloud, your very presence commanding a respect not warranted by you, but by your spouse.

quietly, like a plague, he had been clearing the empire of those who ridiculed your name. whoever even dared to speak on you would end up gone; whether they were exiled or murdered, no one knew. but every citizen of the fire nation new well that to speak badly on you was a death wish.

and you had started to notice.

"You left me flowers," your voice echoed throughout the large study that Zuko engrossed himself in for almost all the hours of the day. the glass of his pen seemed redder under the candlelight. "They're one's that I favor." Zuko looked up to you, his eyes seemed a bit soft, compared to the steel look you usually notice whenever he speaks to anyone else.

"Thank you." he shakes his head, immediately standing and nearly knocking over the ink jar. "No need to thank me, i-it's my duty as your-" he hesitates, as if he hadn't earned that title yet. "It's the least I could do." your hands still clutched the bundle of handpicked flowers tightly, still a bit nervous about this interaction.

for the entire seven months that you had been in this palace, not once has he mistreated you, harmed you, or forced you to do anything. for the most part, he's acted like a devoted husband. you almost feel guilty for not reciprocating his adoration. it's just something you're not used to.

"I just wonder where you got them from. The trees have died, the crops have withered. Where did you find flowers?" the warmth of the candles and his proximity eased your racing thoughts.

"I- I have.. We, have an indoor garden, I thought I showed it to you." his hands shook slightly as he reached for yours, then put them behind his back, clearing his throat. "I can show it to you, if you'd like."

his steps were quiet as he walked, careful and calculated as if he knew every inch of this place. he probably did. he memorized the sound of your footsteps too. you slowing down, you speeding up, even when you're standing still. he memorized almost everything about you, and yet he was still such an awkward husband.

"The indoor garden was established a long, long time ago, i-it was something that a lot of the previous empresses wanted, so it was built in their honor." his fingers kept nipping at the hem of his robes, almost as if he felt ridiculous for even bringing it up.

why would you want to be called his empress when you were practically offered up like a prize in the first place? he never wanted to put labels on you, but sometimes he couldn't help himself, it felt almost natural. "That's sweet of them." you comment lightly, stepping in first as he opened one of the two large doors.

the room was vast, glass windows with intricate designs that are like figures of familiar faces from books or scrolls you've grazed over while exploring the libraries. past empresses.

the fauna and herbs that were growing were immaculate, each one was perfectly taken care of, not a single leaf discolored. it was admirable, how well Zuko took care of this garden.

"I knew you liked them, so I made sure that the garden was filled with specific plants to your liking. " he felt uncomfortable with your silence, but he never judged it. he watched as your fingers grazed petals and leaves with such gentleness he wished he could get from you. but such affection should never be forced, or it wouldn't be as genuine. and when it's genuine, it feels much more better.

he lifts his gaze to the glass portraits of past empresses on the ceiling, hoping that one day you too would be forever engraved in the garden's memory.

"I'm not your enemy, I.. I want you to know that." he spoke slowly, with a gentle tone as if speaking to a frightened animal. "I know you didn't want this entire thing to happen, and I didn't either to be honest--"

he paused for a moment. "Not that I don't want you around, I just-" he gave up on speaking, instead sitting in silence. there was something tranquil about watching you interact with the plants. "I know what you're trying to say, Fire Lord."

"Please, call me Zuko. You.. are the only one I wish to call me that." you nod in response, an acknowledgement of his preference. silence was common between you two, but this kind felt more intimate, as if there was an unspoken understanding between you two.

he took his place beside you, closely examining every plant you touched more fondly than the rest, and silently reminding himself to plant more when he had the chance.

"You wish for me to be on those glass portraits one day, don't you?"

"Yes. But only when you accept me as your husband." Zuko stared at you longingly, his mind racing with thoughts of what your life together could be.

"I hope you're willing to wait for me." your voice was all he needed to even breathe.

"I'd wait for eternity if I had to."

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ yaawn.. soo eepers

-- property of mossy

" my man don't play . "

cw ! -- drunk!protective!izuku, f!reader, sensitive topics, be warned synopsis -- your lovely boyfriend decides to take you out with some friends, but he gets a little too drunk and someone gets a little too touchy with you. he doesn't like that. a/n -- guys he wants that cookie guys

"I miss my fuckin' wife..." Izuku groaned into his arms as he tightly gripped the glass holding his beer, droplets falling from the rim to the table as he moved around haphazardly.

Kaminari rolled his eyes, nudging him. "You guys aren't even engaged, calm down man." Izuku looked up at him as if he had just shattered his entire heart. "We arent..? Then.. what's with the --hic-- rings..?"

"They're promise rings, you and your wife got them like three years ago." Kirishima answered, downing another shot. "I can't believe it only took him two beers to get him like this."

"Told you the nerd was a fuckin' lightweight." Katsuki smirked, sipping another margarita. "Where is his lovely wife, anyhow?"

"With the rest of the girls over there." Kaminari motioned with his head, where you, Mina, Jirou, and Momo were currently dancing without a care in the world.

Izuku whined as he loosened his tie, letting his shirt nearly fall off. it was way too hot. he felt like his head was doing loops around one thought, that thought being you.

you with your hair up, you with your hair down, you with your hair braided, he really liked your pretty hair. and your soft skin, it was all smooth and nice. and those eyes, he liked them a lot too.

"Oh shit, who is that near the girls?"

his head shot up, eyes focusing on you and the figure behind you. way too fucking close. mumbling incoherent words, he stood up and stumbled over, moving way too quickly for a drunk man.

the rest of them slowly made their way over, a bit concerned. "Should we..?"

"Nope, let it happen."

meanwhile, you were desperately trying to tell this man to fuck off, but he clearly wasn't listening. "C'mon, take that ring off for a bit. Nobody has to know anything baby!"

before he could take another step, you could feel bated breath on your neck. "The fuck do you think you're doing..?" Izuku glared at that man as if he had killed his entire bloodline. like a feral dog ready to bite at your command. he was scowling at the man from over your shoulder, watching his every move. he was waiting for an excuse to swing.

he had gotten close to you. that should've been a good enough excuse. the fact his eyes even lingered on you, that you were even in his thoughts, was enough to piss him off. the silver ring glistened in the lighting, snug on his finger and right where he could see it.

"Get away from my wife." wife. he had never called you that once, and to be fair, it felt nice. the way his lips curled in a snarl and he was ready to snap at the man made you realize that he was drunk and out to kill.

"Izu, you're very impaired right now-" "I'on fucking care." he slurred, pulling you closer. "S'mine. Mine." he growled, watching what he deemed his opponent.

"Shit, man, I was just flirting. Don't be all rude and shit. Not even that hot." such a stupid move. it would've been smarter to just walk away.

you could feel the heat radiating from his palms, just itching to fight. "Shut the--" his hand came down hard and fast, knocking the man clean out. "ffuck up." he grumbled incoherently, turning back to you and smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

"Hii, baby." he clung to you as if you were his life support, completely melting in your arms. the man's blood was still on his knuckles, but he looked completely different from the harsh man from before.

right now, he looked like a sweet puppy itching for praise.

this is exactly why he never gets drunk.

because shit like this happens.

ts so ass... 🥀

𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯 -- property of dramatikks

૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა-- "This is stupid," Katsuki watches you play in the flowers, laughing like a little kid seeing colors for the first time. "You see these every spring."

"I know, but they're so pretty!" carefully, you plucked some from the ground and started to braid and intertwine them, carefully making a flower crown. "I can make one for you too, Katsu!"

he watched as you placed one on your head, smiling so brightly. it made his heart so warm he wanted to throw up. you're too sweet and kind and loving and all warm and cute.

its like you were one with the seasons, all connected to nature and-

a little prick on his arm.

he looked down, blinking slowly.

a damn bee.

with a sigh, he moved closer to you, tapping your shoulder. "let me see your bag." he grumbles, watching your face morph into confusion. "Okay..?"

he digs around, pulling out something you couldn't quite see at first, then pulling up his shorts. "What's that?"

"Epipen."

"Oh."

"WHAT?!" he stabs his thigh, letting out a soft grunt. he waited for a bit, then sighed. "...M'allergic to bees."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!" your shouting was definitely not helping the situation. "Oh my god you could've died- when did you put that in my bag?!"

he patted your shoulder, groaning. "Ah that hurts like a bitch. But I put it there because I knew there'd be bees. And I don't know about you, but I don't really feel like dying to a damn bee today or going to the hospital."

you were still panicking, rambling on about if he would die or whatever, so he shut you up with a kiss and pulling you closer. "I am fine. I am not dead. This happens." he reassures, staring down at you.

"Now are you going to keep bitching or do you want froyo?"

"...I want froyo."

"Alright. Lets go before I get stung again. I don't got another one of those on me. Shits are expensive."

its me

im the problem its me

crackwriting is my love language i had this idea for a while.

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ --property of dramatikks