#serotonins stuff

[serotonins-stuff]

Pillow talk | K.Bakugo | fluff

"Y're pretty, y'know that?" He groans, cheek sinking further into the pillow.

You giggle, twirling the ends of his hair between your fingers. "Your eyes aren't even open, Kats".

"They don't need'ta be." Clumsily, his hands flail under the sheets — that silly motion he does whenever he's trying to prove a point. "I've got like—super senses or some shit."

He's so precious like this — lips parted and face muscles twitching occasionally. It's like being sleepy channels the softest and most undeniable sassy kind of Katsuki.

"Really now?" You ask.

"Mmm." His eyebrows raise along with that grumbly, satisfied hum. "But don't friggin quote me."

Cute.

There's no doubt you're going to tease him into oblivion once he's fully awake.

"No promises"

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5 more minutes | katsuki.bakugo | morning fluff

"C'mon," Katsuki grumbles into your shoulder. His fingers pry against your arms, where you have him on lockdown with your cuddles.

You're so cozy hugging his neck like this, so soft with your groggy little huffs.

"Five more minutes Kats," you whine against his chest.

He suppresses the urge to throw the covers off. You asked him so nicely. How could he deny your request?

"Mmm mm" he shakes his head. It might be a day off, but you both still need to get up and get stuff done.

You curl your fingers up the nape of his neck, dragging them into his messy hair.

"Don't" he warns. But makes no effort to stop you.

You rub soft tender circles onto his scalp. Just the way he likes it.

He sighs into your touch, muscles loosening. Shit. You got him.

"Mmm" he surrenders. "Five more minutes"

And the cycle continues.

A/n : Just a short drabble I thought about while waking up lol :)

I 100% believe kastuki is a sucker for head scratches and will fold under 0 pressure. Sue me. M.list

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Enjin hypes you up like he's possessed.

He can barely contain himself.

He's hissing through his teeth—eyebrows scrunched in that ugly—concentrated way that only makes him look hotter.

"Do a little—" he spins a finger through the air. Urging you to twirl for him right then and there.

You do, and he recoils like you've hit him with a physical force. "Wooooo!" He howls.

"Enjin!" You cover your mouth, stuck between feeling flattered and tumbling over from laughter.

He's acting like he's never seen you without uniform on. But to be fair, this is only the third time he's seen you so dressed up.

His whistle rings through the bedroom —soft and low. "Mm mm mm," he shakes his head, hands patting every inch of himself like he doesn't know where to put them.

"Damn." his head bops up and down.

Finally, he reels you in. Delicately, as if his rough hands could slip and wrinkle the material.

You're grinning. Swaying side to side —all giddy and sweet.

"You like it that much?" you ask.

With a dramatic head tilt to the side. He huffs like you've personally offended him. "Like?"

Without warning, you’re swept clean off your feet—head dipping backward before he twirls you upright again. He's nodding slow and satisfied, like he’s taking mental photos.

"I love it," he says a little softer this time, before savoring your forehead in the sweetest kiss.

But then he detaches immediately. Stepping back to return to his original position.

"Now step out and come back in," he says, clasping his hands together in front of his face.

You deadpan. "Huh?"

"I just...need to see it again."

You start laughing for real now. As in— hands on your knees, and stomach aching kinda laughter. Even as you walk towards the door, step out and close it. Your giggles echo through the hallway.

You take a minute. Just to catch your breath before opening the door.

He sees you again. Clutches his chest. Then falls backward on your bed, dramatic as ever.

He wheezes—weakly lifting his head just to sigh.

"One more time,"

A/n: I think we all need a hypeman like Enjin

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As a boy Katsuki never understood why men cried whenever they saw their bride for the first time.

When it came to his turn to stand at the altar, suited up and slicked back hair,he finally understood why.

His heart is pounding violently against his ribcage, so loud that he can hear it reverberate through his head. His palms were damp, and his gaze stays fixated on the double doors before him. The doors that will soon open to reaveal the love of his life.

His foot meets the floor repeatedly in a tapping motion, and his hands are rough as he shifts his collar side to side. His body litters with goosebumps and involuntary quivers.

He's suddenly grateful for this being a small wedding with only close family and friends. He wouldn't want a large crowd witnessing his nerves get the better of him.

Kirishima smiles though the tears flowing down his face. He's honored to be the best man on his best friends big day, because that means he gets to see the tough Katsuki find pure happiness and put his walls down for the one he loves. If it's enough to make the great lord explosion murderer god dynamite nervous, then it's love that should be cherished.

Katsukis stomach flutters when the pianist begins to play your song.

It's time.

He fiddles with the cuffs of his blazer and submerges the urge to run his hand through his perfectly styled hair.

When he locks eyes with you for the first time that day. It feels as if time itself slowed down. In this moment, every ounce of anxiety he had been carrying fades away. You are radiant under the soft orange glow of the sun, your skin shimmering like a precious diamond. His precious diamond.

His heart dances swiftly against his chest, touching every nerve in his body.

He catches a glimpse of your hands nervously fiddling your dress by your sides and remembers that he isn't alone. You, the love of his life, are sharing the same nervous flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

He begins to see you more clearly as you approach him. The soft glow of your eyes, your perfect lips and curves.

And when he hears his name flow so sweetly from your lips he can't help it. He chokes out a sob, and immediately your hands reach up to gently swipe away his tears.

The audience give a numerous amount of awww's, which cause a smile to tug its way onto his lips.

His glossy eyes stare longingly into yours. "You look beautiful" he whispers.

Saying his vows was the hardest part. He just couldn't stop crying, and the tears wouldn't stop flowing. You were there assuring him and giving him gestures of love. When you started to say your own vows, seeing his redened nose and tear stained face cause tears of your own to flow down your face.

With a gentle yet firm grip his palm finds comfort on the curve of your waist. The minute the officient said you may kiss the bride. Your arms envelope the soft skin of his neck and your heads tilt to the side as if it's instinct.

This kiss hold a firm yet sweet connection, a silent promise that this love would endure for eternity.

He was finally married to you, his angel, the girl of his dreams. He looked forward to calling you his wife, to starting a family-

Hot tears stream uncontrollably down his face, an explosion of raw emotions he can't contain. His heart swells with overwhelming swarm of love, joy, and deep appreciation, a feeling he once never believed possible.

With a shaky breath, he pulls away softly before resting his forehead on yours. "I love you" he choked "so fuckin much"

You huffed at his cuteness "I love you more Katsuki"

He places one more kiss to your lips, and nuzzles your nose with his.

"Impossible"

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Satoru got a buzz cut.

And you’re not sure whether to scream or kiss him.

"It's not even that bad," he laughs, placing down the shopping bags like it's an ordinary day.

You squeal into your palms, mouth parted so wide you’re sure your soul just escaped through it. "I thought you were just getting the ends cut off?" you muffle.

"I was," he quips, "But then I realized how much of a hassle this whole 'hair' thing is, so..." he does a scissors motion over his head, grinning nervously.

"Satoru," you emphasize, the corners of your mouth curled up in horrified amusement.

He could've at least given you a heads-up.

"You...don't like it?"

"No, I do- You just..." you crane your head to the side, blinking at him "-Look different"

"Good different- or bad different?"

You press your hand over your chest, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt.

You're conflicted. Sad, shocked, angry, yet swooning for him all at once.

He's still unmistakably your Satoru—just more majestic. Like every curve of his jawline has a point to prove. His eyes pop more like this, too, bright and endless, framed by nothing but his smugness.

But. He actually cut it.

His gorgeous, soft hair. Gone.

"You really did it," you whisper, almost to yourself

"So... bad different?"

"I didn't say that," you reply, hesitantly approaching him. You thread your fingers through the short fuzz. It's long enough to be pulled— white strands still silky soft.

His snowy lashes flutter in flamboyance. Oh, he looks like trouble.

You cup his chin with both hands and turn his face side to side.

"Good," You say, nodding your head, "Definitely good different."

His grin widens. "See, I knew you'd like it," he purrs, straightening and pulling you by the hips. "Never doubted it for a second"

Right, like he wasn't just sulking at the mere thought of you hating it.

"Is that so?" You tap a finger on the tip of his nose.

He dips his head, plucking you into a gentle kiss. You take the opportunity, trailing your fingers against his scalp. They flow through without resistance, and a sigh bubbles through you from the foreign sensation.

You pull back, dragging a thumb against his dewy lips. It hasn't been long, but you think it's already starting to grow on you.

You tap the side of his head, your smile growing wider. "It's a good thing you're good-looking."

He hums in delight— ego rising faster than you can blink. "Hmm, wanna see good-looking in action?"

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Katsuki gives you forehead kisses so hard, they jolt you back.

The'res a stern — yet comically gentle pressure when his lips push against your skin.

Naturally, your neck cranes back under the weight.

But like a missile locking onto its target. He follows. Stubborn. Only detaching with a soft pop after it's engraved into your skin.

"Kats, are you giving me a kiss or trying to leave a crater?" Your ribs vibrate through laughter.

" M'just makin' sure it sticks." He huffs, eyeing the wet lip-shaped mark like a painter taking a step back from their masterpiece.

He'll admit... not the most 'romantic'.

But it softens the unprovoked crease between your brows — and floods you with a grin so goofy it overflows into him too.

It's one of the many ways he can express himself without getting all mushy. Forward — and unapologetically packed with power.

You don't wipe it off. Aware of the fact that he'll just plant another. "I'm calling those Boom Stamps now." You announce through a grin.

His brows raise in playful agreement, head dipping to the side. "Uh -huh?"

A/N: lowkey tired

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Playfighting with Katsuki is a humbling experience.

Not only because he’s insanely jacked—no, it’s because his teasing is relentless.

He’s got you right where he wants you, wrists pinned behind your back, while you lie helplessly under him.

“Katsuki, let go of me!” you squirm with a breathy laugh, already worn out after only a few minutes of trying to tackle your oversized pro-hero boyfriend.

“You shoulda thought of that before tacklin’ me.” He huffs, grinning down at your flustered face, completely unfazed by your struggles as he makes himself comfortable on the small of your back. His knees bracket your hips, his weight pressing you firmly into the mattress.

Of course, he’d never actually use his full strength. But he likes watching you struggle—it’s cute.

Sometimes he even lets you get the upper hand, just to hear your serious little huffs as you think you’ve finally pinned him. Your victory lasts maybe two seconds before he flips you with a speed that makes your head spin. One moment you’re straddling him proudly, the next you’re flat on the floor, wriggling in his grasp.

He leans down, breath ghosting your ear, voice low and husky. “Pinned ya.”

And oh, does he love riling you up.

“Really? You think you can win against me, huh?” His smirk curls against your skin. “Keep dreamin’, princess.”

“This all you got? C’mon, I thought you were gonna take me down.” His laugh rumbles through your chest, low and sharp—teasing you on purpose, because he knows it’ll make you squirm harder.

Sometimes he even nips at your ear, murmuring, “Damn, you’re cute when you’re desperate.”

Or worse—he smirks, tilts his head, and whispers against your skin:

“If you wanted me on top’a you this bad, you could’ve just asked.”

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Katsuki is the type to sing love songs under his breath while cooking you breakfast. Hair messy and no tshirt on, just him, his headphones and your clingy ass wrapping your hands around him from behind.

Occasionally he shifts one headphone to the side, tilting his head to glance at you from over his shoulder. It's either to check if you're still awake or to ask about your breakfast.

"You want your eggs scrambled t'day or sunny side up?"

"Suprise me" you mumble sleepily against his back, whinining when he shuffles towards the fridge.

He huffs in amusement, and a smug smirk tugs it's way onto his lips. "Told you to stay in bed"

"And I told you It's cold-" you pout, before trailing your fingertips over the soft textured skin of his scars "And you're the warmest thing in this house right now, and your singing is so soothing"

You're cute, so dangerously cute that he can't help but shy away from the flutter of his heart after your comment and gentle tuch. However he plays it cool by clearing his throat and shifting his focus back onto the task at hand.

You tighten your arms around him, and your cheek smooches quite comedically against."What song are you singing?" The comfort of his broad and warm back putting you into a comfortable daze.

"Die with a smile by uh- Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga"

You hum with acknowledgement, and he continues to dish up breakfast with you attached to his back like a koala. Occasionaly he'll place bits of food up to your lips and you'll accept them eagerly and hum in delight.

As his song gets to the best part he can't help but turn around suddenly, his firm touch on your hip as his other hand finds the warmth of your palm, and he slips his fingertips past yours, steadily intertwining your hands.

Your head finds comfort on his warm chest and you can feel every harsh thump of his heart while he sways with you side to side. He pushes his embarrassment and shyness to the side, wanting nothing more than spending the early morning with you before you would have to go.

"I'd wanna hold you~" he sing, just below a and his raspy voice reverberates through his chest and against your ear. "Just for a while~"

"And dieee with a smile"

"If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you~"

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A/n

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