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After escaping Kilgrave, Jessica moves to Gotham and starts her new life as a PI, even starting her own agency- Alias Investigations. Yeah, criminals keep trying to hire her, and some bat-fetished vigilante keeps sending his kid over to “check-in” on her, but for the most part, Jessica’s life is pretty stable.
Until some guy in a hood wants her to follow Bruce Wayne.
AKA: KNIGHT MASTERLIST
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bakugou katsuki x reader
With the fury of winter on the precipice, and food provisions deathly short, you have no choice but to represent your House and speak with the Dragon King. The only problem is your Houses have been at odds for centuries, and the fearsome Dragon King is not exactly easy to convince... (GoT-inspired AU)
LADY OF THE NORTH MASTERLIST
Extra. Princess. Nerd.
Names Katsuki called you when he was trying to piss you off.
And then the one he had for you when he wasn't.
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hawks keigo x reader
all i want (one shot): sfw, romance, fluff, holiday themed
You struggle to come up with the perfect gift for Keigo... (xmas fic exchange for @lou-struck)
jason todd x reader
soulmate mark (drabble): sfw, romance, soulmate mark au, angst
matt murdock x reader
soulmate mark (drabble): sfw, romance, soulmate mark au
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Coming out of my hibernation for a moment cause I see people on here complaining that B&C wasn't "dramatic" enough, and I just wanna ask:
Exactly how dramatic do you want child murder *to* be?
Was the literal sound of it happening not enough for you? Did you want Haleana to scream and cry beg and the kids to cry and scream and beg-
Did it not occur to you that trauma doesn't have to be "dramatic"? Sometimes trauma is the creeping sensation of someone sneaking into your house, holding you hostage, putting you in an impossible situation, and the silent horror as you do as they ask...
Imo, you're saying it's bad because it wasn't messy.
‣‣ Synopsis: A tale of how the Shogun's daughter ends up in the maw of one of the most fierce curse users to ever exist.
‣‣ Cross-posted on AO3
‣‣ Final Word Count: TBD
‣‣ Status: Ongoing
‣‣ Pairing: Sukuna x Reader
‣‣ Warnings: Blank blogs & Minors DNI. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Cannibalism, set in Early-Heian Period, trueform!Sukuna, mentions of Buddhism/religion in general, sexism, eventual smut, slowburn, dead bodies, descriptions of wounds, era-specific violence & views, dismemberment, female reader, reader is not a pushover, reader is the Shogun's daughter, reader knows how to use a sword, Sukuna is at the start of his reign as King of Curses, cursed spirits, body horror, each chapter will have its own warnings, warnings to be updated/added, not beta-read, sporadic updates.
‣‣ Part ONE — Tsukuyomi 月読
‣‣ Part TWO — Susanoo スサノオ
‣‣ Part THREE — Izanami イザナミ
‣‣ Part FOUR — Izanagi 伊邪那岐命
‣‣ Part FIVE — Kuraokami 闇龗
‣‣ Part SIX — Kuebiko 久延毘古
‣‣ Part SEVEN — Hachiman 八幡神
‣‣ Part EIGHT — Kagutsuchi カグツチ
‣‣ Part NINE — Kangiten 歓喜天
‣‣ Part TEN — Shinigami 死神
‣‣ Part ELEVEN — Tamonten 毘沙門天
‣‣ Part TWELVE — Daikokuten 大黒天
‣‣ Part THIRTEEN — Inari Ōkami 稲荷大神
‣‣ Part FOURTEEN — Yuki Onna 雪女
‣‣ Future parts to be added.
This fic made me into a sukuna girlie when he never even *crossed my mind* before. Highly recommend, vampyrsm knows how to keep it spicy. Please mind the tags though, dead dove content involved
this is all 100% true but it always made me really mad that Chidi’s “crime” was having a severe anxiety disorder like he needed understanding and therapy, sending him to the Bad Place for something he had literally no control over was incredibly fucked up
I feel like a less-surface theme of the show is that they’re all in a situation where they have been forced into bad patterns by forces outside their control - Chidi has SEVERE anxiety; Eleanor was forced by abuse and neglect to adopt a self-centered attitude from early childhood and, like many people with traumatic pasts, responds by not dealing with difficult emotions; Jason was very overtly raised in an environment where he got no education and all his models for behaviour were criminal and/or self-destructive; and Tahani has been raised in an environment where everything is performative and she is shot down for any genuine expression of unhappiness or non-material want. Just as Michael and Janet are made one way but changed by their experiences, the moral of the story is that things outside your control shape you but you can move away from them. That could easily be really insulting, in a sort of ‘just get over it’ way, but the idea isn’t that they change solely because they decide to be better - all six of them change because their circumstances change and give them the OPPORTUNITY to be better, because they’re finally given the support system they lack.
I like The Good Place because the whole show has since day 1 been predicated on the idea that black and white moral judgements made in a vacuum are bullshit, and that moral choices are informed by things outside our control, whether that be education, behaviour modelling, unfair treatment or mental health issues. That doesn’t mean we aren’t responsible for our actions but it DOES mean we have to understand morality in the context of people’s varied experiences AND asks for the possibility that if their environment is improved, their ability to function as moral agents also improves.
“sending him to the Bad Place for something he had literally no control over was incredibly fucked up” yea it was fucked up that was the entire point they made in the show. thats why they spent multiple seasons fighting to change the system of the Good Place vs. the Bad Place.
The entire show is about how systems fundementally fail people; and then blame them for that failure, how hierarchy is bad, and how communal systems rather than punishment is how we actually make things better. Not just fictional systems like the good and bad place, but the current systems in the real world.
They even explicitly point out how under capitalism the good and bad point system is impossible to overcome and sends everyone to the bad place because of capitalism. Theres a bit about how buying tomatoes gives you bad points because of all of these obscured harms connected to how that tomato ends up in a grocery store. The systems like capitalism or the very christian good place bad place thing are built to fail and harm people. Its the point.
“Well, then why should we do anything more than once? Should I just smoke this one cigarette? Maybe we should only have sex once, if it’s the same thing. Should we just watch one sunset? Or live just one day? It’s new every time, each time is a different experience.”
they need to let me out of this meeting i need to go home and write 1.2k of best friend bakugou holding you so unexpectedly gently after a break up with your bf
ok that meeting lasted ten hundred years and this is 1.5k actually. but here it is in all its unedited glory
ALWAYS - BAKUGOU X READER
Katsuki is in the kitchen when you get home.
You curse under your breath, hurriedly wiping the tears off of your cheeks, and close the door behind you as quietly as you can manage. You slide the lock bolt slowly so it doesn’t make its usual rattle, but it’s no use—Katsuki hears it anyway, hyper-attuned to every single going-on in his domain, like a suburban mother on an HOA board. An extremely annoying trait he’s had since birth.
“The hell’re you home early for?” he demands as his wild riot of blonde hair pokes through the doorway, a frown on his mouth. “Fuck knuckle ain’t with you?”
He’s bare-chested, you can see, and a bicep bulges intimidatingly where he grips the door frame, at odds with the pink spatula clutched in his grip.
Fuck knuckle, as you know, refers to your boyfriend of a year. Well, ex-boyfriend to be technical, as of forty-five minutes ago. You’d been out on a date with him this evening—your last, considering he’d informed you only a few minutes in that there was someone else. Someone new and fun and interesting, someone else that he didn’t mean to happen, but just did.
You frantically try to vacuum the tears threatening to spill back into your eyeballs, willing your voice to sound normal. “Nope, just me,” you say, giving him a casual wave and starting towards your room, as if you mean to go change.
You think you’ve managed to sound normal, but Katsuki’s scarlet eyes narrow in on you with all the deadly precision of homing missiles. “Oi, the fuck do you sound like that for?” he demands, angling his entire body through the doorway now, stepping closer.
You freeze, horrified as a teardrop works its way loose from your lashes, spilling down your cheek. Katsuki’s eyes widen, his mouth flattening into a thin, grim line, and then he’s prowling towards you with unmistakable violence in his step.
“I’ll fucking kill him,” he growls, whipping his spatula at the floor. It clatters off the tile, rebounding and hitting the wall, flinging flecks of what looks like frosting everywhere. “What did he do to you? I’ll rip his fucking liver out through his mouth!”
You take a step back, hands coming up to reflexively hide yourself from him, but Katsuki’s there in an instant, catching hold of your wrist, yanking you to him. His other hand comes up to grab you by your chin, tilting your face up to him so he can look at you.
Embarrassingly, another tear escapes you, and you can feel it slide down your face to meet his palm.
“He—dumped me,” you manage, hating the way your voice has gone high and hoarse. “It’s not—your liver-ripping services are appreciated but not needed—”
“Dumped you?” Katsuki demands, leaning into you. He’s all hot eyes and burning hands and his pouty mouth is drawn into a snarl. “That asshole dumped you? Is he fucking for real?”
You stare up at him, shocked, as his expression goes even darker.
“He’s like a pile of fucking shit you stepped in one day and he’s lucky you never wiped him off your goddamn shoe! Are you fucking kidding?” Katsuki growls.
Despite yourself, a laugh works its way out of your throat, emerging as a horrible little half-sob. The sound seems to startle you both. Katsuki blinks down at you again, those crimson eyes widening, before trailing over you in some kind of assessment. He must decide something, because the next second, he’s yanking you to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you.
You fall against him in shock.
Katsuki is rarely ever affectionate and gentle with you, preferring to sass you from across the room, prod you with his foot, put you in a headlock, or dump you out of bed by lifting your mattress if you’re running late for work. He’s been like that since you were kids together, like his assertion that you’d had cooties had stuck to you all these years and he preferred to keep distance from your contagion.
But now he’s warm and hard and surprisingly reassuring all around you—the heat of his bare chest seeps into you, the gentle strength of his arms grounding you. A hand comes up to cup the back of your head, pressing your face into your neck—and that’s what finally does it.
Hot tears well up, prickling against your lashes, before you dissolve, sagging against him. He takes all your weight as you wrap your arms around him in return, and he presses you against him hard with a firm hand on your back, the fingers of his other hand sliding into your hair. Everything feels so world-endingly horrible right now but he feels like such relief against you, and you press yourself harder to him in return, wanting to climb into him and hide from the world.
“I really thought he liked me,” you whimper into his neck, your ears going hot with embarrassment even as you speak. “I liked him.”
“Well I fucking didn’t,” Katsuki rasps, his words rough even while his touch is gentle on your hair. “He was too ugly for you.”
Another half-sob half-laugh forces its way out of you as your tears drip onto Katsuki’s shoulder. “No he wasn’t.”
“Yes the fuck he was,” Katsuki promises, shaking you a little as if to get you to agree. He hates to be wrong, even when it comes to stupid things like this. “He was the ugliest fuck to ever set foot in this apartment and he was dumb as rocks.”
“You think everyone—is dumb as rocks,” you hiccup out between hitching breaths.
“Well he was the dumbest fuckin’ one,” Katsuki declares. His grip on you flexes, and suddenly he’s shifting. An arm goes underneath your thighs, the other tight against your back, and then you’re being boosted up and carried over to the couch. Katsuki sinks down with you still in his arms, arranging you against him, so that you’re situated in his lap.
Normally you’d find this too embarrassing for words, perching in your foul-mouthed, bad-tempered childhood friend’s lap. But you’re too wretched, too wrung out to care, too desperate for the comfort of his warm body against yours, tall and strong and achingly familiar after all of these years. You let him put you how he wants, your face still tucked into his shoulder, smearing your tears against his skin.
“He’s a fucking idiot,” Katsuki tells you as he settles, his chest vibrating under your ear. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass but he was lucky you even gave him the goddamn time of day. Nothing is stopping me from killing him on sight now.”
You huff into his shoulder, but say nothing. Some horrible little part of you preens at the notion of Katsuki wanting to avenge you, though you know it’s only the fresh hurt you’re feeling. You just want to not think or feel or care about anything right now, especially not your ex. You kind of want him to hurt just like you.
“Pretty sure there’s—the law, actually,” you finally manage, as Katsuki’s fingers find their way into your hair again, petting so unexpectedly softly.
“That applies to people, not sentient pieces of shit,” Katsuki snarls, the rumble of his growl reassuring against your ear. Then, quieter, he says. “Plus it’d be worth it, idiot. Nobody fucks with you on my watch.”
“Except you,” you say.
A snort issues from somewhere over your temple. “‘Cept me,” he agrees. The hand petting over your hair is hypnotic in its slow rhythm, and the warmth of Katsuki under and around you is strangely lulling, and you feel the fibers of your body start to unwind just a little more. You feel safe in his grip. Cherished—as much as anyone can under the same arm that puts them in a headlock daily.
You let your eyes close, burrowing into him. You like this side of him, and it means everything that he’s showing it to you now, when pride usually stops him. He’s always cared for you, you’ve known, always taken care of you when you’re struggling or lost or sick. He’s been the number one man in your life for your entire lifetime, and that won’t change any time soon, it seems.
Maybe never.
“Thanks for taking care of me, Katsuki,” you say, worn out, but a little calmed. You still feel like you want to lay in bed and cry and never move again until your bones melt into soup, but there’s a feeling in the back of your brain, a reassurance that Katsuki will always be there, will always take care of you. And you will always be okay, as long as he’s there with you.
You don’t realize you’ve spoken it aloud until Katsuki grunts, then lowers his mouth to your forehead, pressing his lips there in something almost like a kiss. “Yeah, brat, I’ll always take care of you,” he rasps, his promise warm on your skin. “I’ll always be there. Promise.”
And something unfurls in the recesses of your mind, though you won’t truly pick it apart, not for many months. But there’s a sliver of understanding then—that Katsuki is here. That Katsuki will take care of you. That Katsuki, for you, is forever.
Soul-lights aren’t as common in this day and age as they were in the past, before quirks, but they’re common enough that people do still find their soulmates, especially in the more urban areas.
You meet Bakugou at thirteen, at Aldera, after school in a hallway empty except for you, Bakugou, and his friends. He’s not in your class, so it took some time before you bumped into him, and when you do, you wish you hadn’t.
“You’re not my soulmate,” he sneers at you. “I'm not letting some dumb lights tell me I should let some loser hang around me for the rest of my life.”
His friends laugh and jeer, and your face pinches, sour. He's haloed in a strong, vibrant orange that graduates into a warm gold, and the colors are beautiful. He, at least, is your soulmate. You made the mistake of telling him so, blurting it out upon meeting him. It doesn’t sound like you’re his.
And—good. Because he shoves you hard enough that you stumble, barely catching yourself, and then he turns to leave with his friends. As you stare at his retreating back, angry tears well up in your eyes, dreams of having someone as just yours and being someone’s one and only in pieces. You can’t believe you can see his lights. You can’t believe he’s supposed to be your soulmate.
Well, you don’t want him. You don’t want to be his; that feeling is mutual. You wish you’d never found him.
Despite Bakugou’s vehemence that you stay away from him, it doesn’t seem to go the other way. Because over the next two years, not a week goes by without you running into him and experiencing some level of unpleasantness.
“That's your quirk?” Bakugou gives you an ugly look. “Completely useless.”
“Heard you rank eleven in your class. Pathetic,” Bakugou says, getting in your face.
“Why is he so mean to you?” your friend asks, exasperated after helping you escape Bakugou and co.’s latest taunts. After a while, you grew immune to his mean little comments, surrounded by kind friends and supportive parents. But you’d be glad, graduation day. Even you know that Bakugou has plans to attend UA after graduation. You have no such intentions.
You smile at her, shrugging.
“No idea. He’s mean to a bunch of people, though. I’m not special.” After that day, you never told anyone you could see Bakugou’s lights. Not even your family. Bakugou and his friends seemed to keep the same silence.You think it’s because Bakugou doesn’t even want to acknowledge it ever happened. That’s how you feel, at least.
“Yeah, I guess…” She says, frowning. She tucks some hair behind your ear. “Whatever. Let’s go to that cafe I told you about. The one I saw on socials. I’ll treat you.”
After graduating junior high, you swear to yourself that you won't think of him ever again. He’ll disappear from your memory like what you had for lunch on Monday last month, like a bad dream when the sun rises.
And you succeed, for the most part.
There’s one time near the end of your first year of high school, when everything had fallen apart because of the war.
Despite the chaos of everything, it’d been a normal day; you were helping your mom cook lunch in the kitchen. You were washing some vegetables in the sink, prepping them for chopping, when you suddenly felt your stomach plummet, and then something inside you frayed, like threads of rope pulling apart. You’d gasped, dropping the vegetables into the sink, and clutched the counter because it felt like your whole world was shaking, tremors.
When you came to, you were on the floor, tears you don’t remember shedding streaming down your cheeks. Your mother was at your side, calling your name, calling for your father.
The doctor chalked it up to a panic attack, anxiety, because of the day-to-day stresses caused by the war. Your parents fussed, worried, but it never happened again.
You? You tucked the memory away for years, not wanting to look at it. It’d frightened you. You don’t remember what you’d been thinking about before or after; all you remember is seeing a flash of a young Bakugou’s face, somehow. Not ugly, screwed up in a sneer, or mean, laughing at someone’s expense, the Bakugou of your memories. Instead, his face was—blank. Eyes emptied. Beautiful orange and gold lights—out.
You see Bakugou again on a Tuesday, in your neighborhood’s grocery store, over a pile of bok choy.
cw: cute, fluffy, established relationship, literally just dialogue, aged up, minors dni, suggestive lines
“what?”
you know you’re being a little annoying but you’re lucky he finds it’s endearing. you sit straddling your lovers lap. knees on either side of his thighs, arms hanging off his shoulders and your face a mere inch away from his.
already, it’s a surprise that katsuki let you in his office and even more so onto his lap knowing what a distraction you are. really it’s a testament to how tired he is of reading through another report and claim and statement and all the stuff that doesn’t include him on the field saving people.
he speaks again, rough like all the words are scratching his throat before they come out, “why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”
you’re smiling, ends of your mouth turning up before showing all your teeth. being this close to him, chest to chest, only one thrust forward and your centre will meet his. he loves it. more than he can voice, than he can admit. he thinks you’re beautiful, obviously and he finds it hard not to give into you. kiss your face, bite your lip and sneak his hand in your pyjama pants. he could after all, being in his home with no other plans for the day but more fucking reports.
“i’ve got a big crush on you.” you chuckle, running your eyes over his strong brow bone, his shiny ruby eyes and his pink lips pressed in an unimpressed line. he’s only in a black vest and grey joggers, muscled arms and shoulders out. you just want some attention, maybe roll in bed with him. the usual.
bakugou hates how much he loves when you’re like this. saying words he’d cringe at but ultimately adores coming out your mouth. he huffs, closing his eyes and leaning back on his head rest.
he plays along because he’s tired and you’re more interesting than his paperwork.
“no way,” he deadpans, eyes still shut. his thumbs rub along your waist, “since when?”
you kiss his jaw because how couldn’t you? that makes him look at you though, patiently waiting to hear your answer even though he roughly knows it.
you shuffle on his lap to get more comfortable, playing with the wisps of his hair.
“since i first saw you. when mina introduced me to you i thought you were so gorgeous,” you say and bakugou focuses on each word leaving your lips. he swears he knows this, you’ve told him this before but still his ego swells. you, whose beauty could make him believe in religion, thought he was attractive? bakugou calls himself lucky.
“that’s crazy,” he’s still got that monotone voice on but he entertains you by cocking his head to the side, “i thought you weren’t ugly too.”
you snort because you certainly don’t remember that. you remember being introduced to the blonde and right after, he rushed off to talk to kirishima while sending you these odd glares.
“now that’s a surprise. i thought i offended you and your bloodline with all the staring and frowning you gave me.”
hot hands sneak up your top, pressing to your sides. you notice the moon up in the sky through the window behind katsuki.
bakugou swears he’s too old to be embarrassed but his actions two years ago have a lot to answer for.
he groans, “i already told you, i was asking kiri about you. i wasn’t about to start talkin’ to you if you already had a man.”
you laugh, “why not? we could have been friends?”
he shakes his head, “nah, i’m not built for that unrequited love shit. listenin’ to you talk about him while i want you?”
“you’re lucky i was single then. also rewind, not ugly? i said gorgeous and you said not ugly?”
“stunnin’. beautiful. prettiest fuckin’ face i’ve ever seen.” he spills effortlessly because seeing you worked up over him is his favourite.
“that’s more like it.” you bite down on your lip, cheeks swelling with bliss.
it’s another moment of comfortable silence, staring at each other until you reach a new plain. he flicks his eyes down to your mouth first and then you do to his but nobody makes a move to kiss the other.
“i started to like like you once we started dating.”
“like like?” he huffs humorously and you only nod, “which date? the first one was shit. wasn’t surprised if you never saw me again after that.”
you gasp, “no it wasn’t!”
“it was a cinema date because i didn’t think i’d be able to hold a conversation for the whole time.”
you don’t mean to pout but you do, your heart warming your whole chest. “that’s so adorable.”
he rolls his eyes, “then i fell asleep during the movie.”
“so cute,” you coo, “that was my fault for offering to go out after work.”
“i wanted to see you.”
he bluntly states and you feel heat spread over your body like the first time he said those words to you on your first date.
“don’t say that like that.”
“why not?”
katsuki’s smirking and you know what that means so you switch the subject.
“i was going to say, i first like liked you when i saw you get angry for me.”
bakugou didn’t know that. with his eyes frowning, “really?”
“yeah. when i’d say things about my job then, you’d get visibly annoyed or remember when that guy cut in-front of me in the queue? you came over and told him to move all huffy and puffy like he disrespected me. when i’d just mention my day being shit, you’d get all growly over the phone and offer to help me, even though you usually couldn’t. i liked that.”
bakugou makes a sound of realisation, a small whisper, “never knew that.”
you just nod, pecking the tip of his nose. he just goes to peck your mouth after.
“i first liked you more than a crush when you wore that pink dress on the third date. made your ass look good.”
“oh my god. i struggled to put that one on.”
“i would’ve helped you take it off.”
you flick his forehead but before you get to rest your hand back on his shoulder, katsuki takes your hand and presses his lips to your three fingers. he speaks his next words against it.
“i knew it was more than a crush when you’d just talk to me about anythin’. felt like you trusted me, that you thought i was worthy of hearin’ your thoughts and it wasn’t somethin’ i had to try and prove. i spent so long tryin’ and provin’ that it was nice to just exist with you.”
your eyes widen all glossy and bakugou is quick, “don’t cry on me.”
you slap his arm, “i’m not! that is so sweet, what the hell?”
you slide your hands down to his chest so you can feel the vibrations of his laugh. the urge to kiss along the line of stubble on his jaw grows.
“it’s the truth.”
“i would talk so much and you’d just listen. i thought you were bored.”
“never bored. it was nice to hear someone else’s problems.”
“hey!”
“in a good way!”
you play with the gold chain across his collarbones, flicking your eyes up to his, “do you know when i first fell in love with you?”
bakugou doesn’t know why his heart races against his chest. like you both don’t utter the words during the day, through texts, through phone calls. but knowing the beginning seems intimate, like an answer for when anything goes wrong between you two he should go back to that time. he plays it off with humour.
“when i first showed you my fat cock? i remember how you gasped.”
you’re between a laugh and a choke, “honestly that was part of it,” bakugou mumbles a “really?” but you continue, “it was actually when we’d just sit in silence and it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. remember in my old apartment we’d just cuddle on my sofa and i thought about how easy it all was. how i could say anything and it would be fine. how i could have sex with you and nothing would change for the worse after.”
bakugou’s eyes glow, “d’you still feel that now?”
“i love you, katsuki. of course i do. your turn.”
“this is gonna sound so stupid,” he grumbles, looking away from you but your fingers find his jaw to drag him back.
“try me.”
“you probably won’t even remember but it was when this guy came to argue with me on the street ‘cause he didn’t like dynamight. i was a dickhead, caused damage, you know the shit. then you just stepped in front of me and told him to fuck off. your hands were in fists and you were shorter than him. it was actually kinda funny,” bakugou gives a tiny smile, shy at his admission, “the same as your like like but i loved that you thought i needed protection too.”
you’re giving a big pout, your bottom lip drooping like you’re on the verge of an emotional outburst.
“how did this turn so emotional?”
bakugou gives you a sympathetic smile, void of any mockery. he shrugs, thumbs stroking against your cheeks softly, “easy to be honest with you.”
you make the first move, pressing your lips onto your lovers. you’re like the final piece of the puzzle for him, always incomplete without you. you mix beautifully like butter and sugar, dragging him in closer to you until your heat lands on the length under his joggers. you open your mouth for his tongue to slip through and with all this knew knowledge of how you both started, of emotions and new beginnings, you’re desperate. you’re itching to pull his clothes off and breathe him in completely.
bakugou’s always been the more patient one between you two and that’s not saying much.
“wanna go bed?” he pulls away to mumble, eyes half lidded, lips plump and a hand sneaking in his joggers to readjust himself.
“you’re not too tired, right? i want you,” you speak so fast, he hardly catches it. the grin that bakugou never knew he had before you, shines through.
he stands up, holding you to him koala style with his hands on your ass. you lock your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, “no, i’m gonna make love to you.”
