I promise you things will get so much better when you start processing people’s behavior as information rather than a verdict on your self-worth. If someone doesn’t text back, suddenly pulls away, whatever it may be, the solution isn’t to put on a tap dance for them and try to regain their approval. It’s not to crash out on them and try to force them to react a certain way. It’s just to take a step back, take a deep breath, and assess what this tells you. What’s this saying about them? What’s this saying about you??
thinking about gruff!older!katsuki nearing his 40s, his muscles aching more than they did when he was freshly 20, the years of hard labor carved into every tendon and joint. his sandy blonde hair, once bright and wild, starting to show a few stubborn greys. he even grew stubble — coarse and scratchy — that leaves your skin burning when he kisses you.
and you'll complain about it, listing off reasons on your pretty, young, manicured fingers why he needs to shave, tapping each one against his chest. he'll just tilt his head, give you that lazy, lopsided smirk, and grunt a simple, "nah."
thinking about gruff!older!katsuki and the way he met you — this bright, pretty thing tucked away behind rows of blooms — when he ducked into a floral shop for a last-minute birthday gift for the old hag. how he saw you there, sleeves rolled up, soil caked on your delicate hands, loose strands of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, and how you just blew them away without a second thought — left him absolutely weak in the knees.
your laugh was brighter than any flower in that whole damn shop, and your eyes?
god, your eyes put every petal to shame.
thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who lingered way longer than he should have, asking the dumbest questions known to man about orchids, tulips, lilies, and roses, just so he could hear you talk. how you lit up at every answer, spilling all these little facts with that animated sparkle in your voice.
he didn't even like flowers.
but he liked you.
thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who kept coming back to that little shop for months after. at first, it was excuses — shitty ones, too. "forgot what kinda flowers she liked," he'd mutter. "need somethin' for a friend."
but pretty soon, there weren't any excuses left. he was just there, like clockwork, hanging on your every word, wrapped around your finger like some lovesick, pathetic mutt.
thinking about gruff!older!katsuki whose hands are rough, calloused from decades of labor — decades that stretch back to before you were even born. big, scarred palms that make your soft skin feel like silk in comparison.
thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who takes a little longer to get out of bed in the mornings, always grumbling about his bad back, how he needs time to "get movin’."
but really, he just wants an excuse to pull you in close — press you flush against him, soak in the heat of you — and watch your pretty eyelashes flutter while you sleep.
and he has to be there when you wake up.
he needs to see those gorgeous eyes make sure they find him first thing in the morning.
thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who hadn't even thought about dating for years — too busy, too bitter, too tired — until he stumbled into you. all doe-eyed and sweet, so eager and fresh-faced you knocked the damn wind outta him.
made him awkward again, made him red-faced and desperate to impress you.
and all the boys you had before? college kids, jerks who only cared about frat parties and notches on their belts. they didn’t know the first thing about taking care of someone like you.
but katsuki did. he was older. more patient. rough around the edges, sure — but he knew how to make you feel good, how to take his time and worship you like you deserved.
getting there, though?
getting there was tricky.
you were both such messes, two bumbling, nervous idiots, fumbling around each other like awkward teenagers.
but god, it was worth it.
a/n: based on this request lmk if you guys are wanting to see more of this, masterlist link here. and tysm for 1k followers!
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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ jock!yuji and his mean girlfriend part 2 - headcanons, nsfw
mean!reader who barges into yuji's dorm after practice, wrinkling your nose dramatically as you yank one of his oversized sweatshirts off the chair, but only after insulting the way he smells like “cheap body spray and protein shakes.”
jockbf!yuji just shrugs those massive shoulders and then says, “then wear it so I smell like you instead,” then spends the entire practice sniffing the collar you wore the day before. his teammates keep catching him burying his face in the collar between drills, inhaling deeply with this blissed out expression
jockbf!yuji who steals your chapstick because “it tastes like you.”
mean!reader who catches him red-handed sitting on your bed with your strawberry chapstick pressed to his lips, yet he doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. you glare at him, arms crossed, but he just leans in, chapstick still on his lips, and kisses you slow and sweet, licking into your mouth like he’s comparing flavors
jockbf!yuji who sneaks you into the empty locker room. he’s still in his practice shorts,hair still damp as he presses you against the cool metal lockers and drops to his knees again because “been thinking about you all day–need my reward.”
mean!reader who calls him pathetic; fingers threading through his pink hair as he mouths at you through your panties. yuji just chuckles and grins against your thigh before pulling the fabric aside.”only for you,” he whispers against you before diving in then proceeding to make you come so hard your legs shake
mean!reader who makes him work for every compliment, but the first time you actually praise him, something breaks in his brain. it’s after his championship game in the blistering heat, and sweat is soaking through his jersey, helmet tucked under one arm. everyone is crowding him, but he only looks for you in the stands
mean!reader who grabs his face with both hands, and mutters, “you did so good, i’m so proud of you.” the words come out gruff and reluctant, but they’re real
jockbf!yuji whose eyes go wide, pupils blown, cheeks flushing darker than the heat could ever cause, and he just presses his forehead to yours right there on the field, breathing hard, whispering “say it again.”
jockbf!yuji who that night back at the dorm, is on his knees in front of you, big hands gripping your thighs, face buried between them because “you said I was good–I wanna be so good for you, baby, please.”
jockbf!yuji who eats you out, moaning every time you tug his hair and tell him he’s doing it right. he's desperate kneeling on the floor of his dorm, still half in his game-day clothes, face pressed between your spread thighs. he eats you out for hours, moaning loudly every time you praise him or tug on his hair making him grind against the mattress needily
mean!reader who, during summer break, complains the entire car ride to the beach, arms crossed in the passenger seat, talking about sand getting everywhere, and how you “hate the ocean and everyone in it.”
jockbf!yuji who just drives with one hand on the wheel, the other rubbing slow circles on your thigh like he can’t stop touching you. he’s smiling warmly the entire time, occasionally squeezing your thigh and saying, “you’ll love it once we’re there, baby. promise.”
jockbf!yuji who unloads the entire car by himself while you sit on the hood and criticize his packing skills. when he’s done, he immediately scoops you up bridal style and carries you across the hot sand so you don’t burn your feet
mean!reader who refuses to wear the cute bikini yuji bought you until he gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes
jockbf!yuji who can’t stop staring, amber eyes going wide and reverent. “you look unreal, baby,” he says
mean!reader who throws a handful of sand in his face in response
jockbf!yuji who insists on putting sunscreen on you. he’s so thorough it's ridiculous, his big warm hands sliding over your shoulders, down your back, along your thighs, taking way longer than necessary. every time you snap, he just kisses the back of your neck.
jockbf!yuji who drags you into the ocean even though you’re yelling at him the whole way. he catches you against his chest, laughing while you cling to his shoulders, soaked and pissed off, hissing curses, but your legs wrap around his waist anyway. he just beams and says, “love you too.”
jockbf!yuji who buys you the most overpriced beachside shaved ice and watches you with heart eyes while you eat it. When it drips down your chin, he leans in and licks it off without hesitation, right there in public. you shove his face away, snarling. “you’re disgusting.” he just grins wider
mean!reader who spends half the day hissing at yuji for staring at you in your bikini,but when the beach clears out a bit in the late afternoon and you drag him under the big beach umbrella, you’re the one pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips, grinding down hard
jockbf!yuji who gets painfully hard the second you start insulting him in that sharp tone. he’s lying there under the umbrella, hands gripping you, groaning softly as you rock against the bulge in his swim trunks. “baby…say it again,” he begs, eyes half-lidded. you call him a desperate pervert and he just moans louder, hips bucking into you
mean!reader who spends half the day hissing at him for staring at you in your bikini,but when the beach clears out a bit in the late afternoon and you drag him under the big beach umbrella, you’re the one pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips, grinding down hard
mean!reader who lets him finger you under a towel while you’re both sitting in the sand facing the water. His big hand is hidden between your thighs, two thick fingers pumping slowly while his thumb circles your clit
mean!reader who swore you would never suck him off but you find yourself in the beach bathroom stall after sunset. the door is locked, you're kneeled down on the towel he laid down for you, and you’re being so mean about it–hollowing your cheeks, looking up at him with that glare while you attempt to take him deep. he’s panting, trying his best not to grip your hair whale panting, telling you he loves you between broken moans
mean!reader who rides him in the back seat of his car after everyone else has left the beach. the windows are fogged, your bikini top shoved down, his swim trunks barely pushed out of the way. you’re barely bouncing, still making him put in the majority of the work, one hand braced on his chest, the other fisted in his hair, but he doesn’t care, just keeps moving you up and down chasing his release
jockbf!yuji who, after you’re both exhausted and sticky with sweat and ocean salt, pulls you into his chest and kisses your forehead. every time he tries to touch you too gently, you slap his hands away and tell him he’s being too clingy but eventually you relent and let him wrap his big arms around you anyway. he smiles against your hair and whispers, "best beach day ever, love my girl so much.”
A/N I wrote this as an apology for disappearing off the face of the earth
omg !! @reivyra on tiktok does these cute back n fourth letters it’s called “ryomen sukuna misses his wife” AND it’s so good does anyone have anyyyyy fic’s like this ?? im in need.
katsuki snorts the moment he sees you standing there with your messy hair and wrinkled t-shirt. his t-shirt. the thin material barely covers your legs, and clings just enough to show the soft swell of your breasts underneath. his eyes drag over you slowly before he clicks his tongue.
“why are you up?” he asks, already kicking the door shut behind him.
“i wanted to stay awake and wait for you,” you reply, voice hoarse and sleepy as you stretch your arms above your head. a tired yawn slips out right after, your eyes watering slightly.
“tch. i told you to stop doin’ that. you’re not getting enough sleep this way,” he says, brows furrowing as he walks closer. his tone isn’t harsh, just concerned.
“you know i don’t like sleeping alone,” you frown softly, watching him stop right in front of you. he drops his gym bag onto the floor with a dull thud before turning back to you fully.
“yeah, cause it’s sleeping that we do when we’re together, right?” he smirks, voice dripping with sarcasm.
his hand reaches for the hem of your shirt — well, his shirt — fingers rubbing the fabric between them before slowly sliding underneath. the tips of his fingers brush against your bare thigh and hip as he huffs quietly through his nose.
“katsuki, I’m tired,” you mumble, already feeling the redness creeping across your cheeks when his eyes darken.
“too tired to put on underwear?” he asks, fingers grazing higher against your naked skin. you can feel the warmth of his hand even through your embarrassment.
“you always complain it’s in the way,” you shrug weakly and he groans, tilting his head back for a second like you were testing his patience on purpose.
“but you’re still tired?” he asks with a raised brow, staring at you carefully.
you smile at him innocently.
“oh yes, very,” you push his hand away gently before bending down in front of him. the shirt rides up instantly, giving him a full, clear view of your bare ass as you grab his gym bag from the floor.
you hear his sharp inhale behind you.
“take a shower then come to bed… oh, and solve that in your pants, please,” you smirk, glancing back at him as your eyes flick down to his crotch.
his gaze follows yours automatically and he sees the growing tent straining against his sweatpants. his jaw tightens immediately.
“fuck.”
a/n: i present to you katsuki “doesn’t need much to get a hard on” bakugou. tags: @tokkushin @kamislop
pro hero bakugou who becomes slightly deaf over the years from the loud explosions from his quirk.
and after dating for a while, finally he’s got you in his bed. gorgeous, naked and wet. he can’t take his lips off you. down your neck as you twitch beneath him, planking with his forearms by your head.
“i’m gonna touch you,” he prefaces, just incase you were unaware.
bakugou places his middle and pointer fingers on your bottom lip, “open up.”
wordlessly you do, sucking on his fingers. swirling your tongue around the digits and coating them with your spit. bakugou hasn’t been harder in his life. still he’s got his underwear on and his cock is pressing at the seams.
“fuck baby,” he murmurs, eyes fixed at your face. he won’t admit it yet, but you’re his dream girl. “all f’me.”
then he pops them out to slap onto your clit.
it’s clear you like it when he rubs slow clockwise circles on your nub. your hips keep hitching up for more, legs opening wider to fit his body between. he sees your chest heaving breathlessly and he can feel the shaky vibration of your low moans. low. he can’t hear them.
you’re biting down on your bottom lip, digging your nails into his bicep as you arch your back. clearly, you’re loving it.
he reads your lips as you mouth a fuck, fuck, fuck.
bakugou frowns. he rests on his knees, keeping up the strokes on your clit. his hand rests on your throat and your eyes are set ablaze widening with interest. though he’s only testing for vibrations.
“why the hell are you so quiet?” he blurts. bakugou flushes hot as soon as the words slip out his mouth, partly insecurity because of his hearing, partly because he’s not sure if he’s reading you wrong and partly because now he’s unsure if he’s doing a good job.
but to his surprise you look away from him, clenching your eyes shut. you’re saying something but he’s missing the last few words. so the hand on your throat slides to your chin, forcing you to face him. he gets you pouting, unable to make eye contact.
“what is it? d’you want me to stop?” he says but the second he takes his hand off you, you grip his wrist with a face of pleading. round wide eyes and a wobbly bottom lip. bakugou resumes his slow rubbing.
“i’m… shy,” you mumble, arching your hips into his hand impatiently. “don’t wanna be too loud.”
that gets bakugou chuckling, sexy and boyish. you’re fucking shy. he squeezes your cheeks in his hand and your eyes drop.
“don’t laugh at me!” you bite but a harder press to your clit and you moan. you moan loud enough for bakugou to catch. that’s what he’s been wanting.
“you needa be loud f’me,” he says slowly, inching close to your face. “y’know i can’t hear shit. i need to hear you.”
“oh!” you fluster, “oh, sorry—.”
bakugou shakes his head, he’s always hated apologies.
“loud, baby. or i’m not givin’ you my mouth or cock.” he nods at you, dropping his hand back to the base of your throat. “d’you understand?”
you’re hypnotised by his ruby pupils, head nodding away before you can even take in his words.
“yes, yes. i won’t hold back.” you glance at his clothed cock, large and thick. you run your hand down his chest, stopping at his underwear band. “i want you.”
“good,” he breathes. he feels like a revved engine with a new battery. “i want you too.”
when bakugou slides those same two fingers inside of you, you’re so loud that he’s already welcoming the complaints from his neighbours.
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