Pregnancy: Iwaizumi

You know what's better than fluff? Dark fluff.

The kind where devotion borders on obsession, where love isn't just tender—it's consuming.

"I'd do anything for you, love," he murmurs, voice smooth, unwavering. "Anything you desire, and it's yours."

And the other doesn't hesitate, voice laced with something raw, something desperate.

"I want her to split me open—dig her fingers into my ribs and pry them apart. To hold my heart in her hands, feel the pulse of it against her palms, my blood staining her skin. I want her to pick my bones clean, crack them open, suck the marrow dry. I want to be ruined by her, consumed until there's nothing left of me but the taste of her name on what's left of my tongue."

Because love, when it’s deep enough, is a hunger—one that begs to be fed.

im like a girl if she was an indoor cat

katsuki is the type of boyfriend to have his hand on you in some sort of way. it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing— you’ll feel his warm and calloused hand on your lower back standing beside each other or on your knee absentmindedly tracing shapes as he uses his phone. sometimes you’ll feel him lightly massaging your upper back since he knows how tense you can get. (“shit— why didn’t you tell me?” he’d mutter mutter pressing his fingers.)

katsuki is the type of boyfriend who notices and knows everything about you. yes he did take note that you didn’t kiss him to greet him. yes he knows your comfort meal and cooks it for you without asking. yes he knows you only know how to tie your shoes the bunny ear method.

katsuki is the type of boyfriend to simultaneously be your best friend. he gives you that sassy look when he knows you both are thinking the same thing and judging someone’s annoying behavior. the type to have stupid inside jokes with you and fail to hide the dimples on his face whenever he is reminded of so. he will take your side in an argument.

katsuki is the type of boyfriend to have zero shame when it comes to you and being in a relationship with you. he only retorts (albeit poorly. because he is hopeless) back whenever someone like denki or mina comment about his lockscreen being a picture of you or his bag has a beaded charm dangling from it that you made for him. he’d probably just mention how they’re the one still single. “at least I have a relationship dumbass”

katsuki is the type of boyfriend who subtly flexes when he notices you watching him when he’s training or exercising. he takes full pride and advantage of it. he’ll shoot you a dumb grin when you’re looking and be like “what’re you being all weird for…”. also, you know that meme where it’s like “when he’s copying your snap so I pull this” and they send a picture of a flexed bicep? that’s what I think of with him. hehehe.

katsuki is the type of boyfriend to be the “let me do it” kind of guy. except it comes off painfully judgmental... in an endearing way. when you’re cozy in bed but complain because you forgot to grab your water— he’ll put an arm over you before you can get up and he’ll do it himself. he practically glares at you if you try bringing your card out to pay. he makes sure to open doors for you and always walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to traffic.

boyfriend hcs k. bakugo

type of person to say " no get it yourself " and then do it for you as he's saying that

shows his love through actions

but if you bring it up he will deny it like his life depends on it

probably has really sweaty hands because of his quirk

and he's insecure about it when you hold his hands

but he will NEVER admit it

when people talk over you he completely ignores them and just stares at you until you continue ur story

but he'll act uninterested

his friends WOULD tease him about how down bad he is but also they don't rlly wanna get blown up

hii!! i was wondering if you cld do number 18, list 2 for sieun ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

// read req! from my love blooms event! [prompts by @urfriendlywriter ! im sorry for all the tags sjsjsj]

kdrama! sieun x reader

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note: <3 hope u like!! idk how this one will turn out i hope hes not too ooc 😭also i made him sleepy instead of drunk lol hope u dont mind !!

content: kisses, sleepy sieun

♡

"[name].."

you were sitting up against his bedframe as your head whipped to the boy laying down beside you, shock evident in your features. it was almost 1am and sieun being the prompt boy he is, fell asleep wayyy before you. "i thought you were sleeping.." you mumbled before clicking off your phone and placing it on his bed stand. "what's wrong?"

"..." he stared at you tiredly, "come here," you raised an eyebrow and leaned down, scooting closer to him his bed clearly not suitable for two people. "what?" you asked him, confused at his forwardness. he stared at you without saying anything, prompting you to move your face closer, now inches above his. you used your elbow to prop yourself up.

he looked at you with glossy eyes for several seconds before he used a hand to push himself up slowly and meet you in the middle. a mix of sleep-depravedness and confusion caused you to stay still as he placed a kiss on your lips before flopping back down onto the bed, still maintaining eye contact with you. "come here," he mumbled once again.

a smile broke out onto your lips as you stared down at him in shock. his clear lack of sleep and lethargy was causing him to be bolder than he usually was.. you weren't complaining. he decided he was done waiting, weakly placing a hand on your arm and gently tugging you in his direction. "okay, okay." you giggled at his actions and switched off the lamp that was beside you before going to place your head on his chest. he wrapped an arm around you, sighing in content as you placed one of your legs in between his. "..love you," he mumbled.

in shock for the third time that night, you quickly responded with "i love you too, sieun." before he fell asleep with you in his arms.

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Well-Conditioned : Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki was acting oddly. And that was underwhelming of a statement to put it because he was all over the place. Fidgeting, crackling, and irritation were through the roof. Katsuki was barely in his seat even. Bouncing his leg, he couldn't help but feel like he did something wrong. Why else, wouldn’t you kiss his cheek as you always did whenever he did something for you?

Katsuki sucked ass when it came to talking love. But it wasn’t that he didn’t show it through his actions. Softened gaze dripping honey each time he wiped his sweat palms on his pants before cupping your cheeks. There was no way he’s gonna get the sticky vile flammable on you—his precious. 

Katsuki showed his love when he snatched your backpack off your shoulder, throwing it over his while he dragged you out of the class. He earned himself a sickly sweet kiss on his cheek, showing that you acknowledged his actions and their meaning. It wasn’t an ‘I love you,’ but that’s what anyone but them would say.

Katsuki wasn’t big on grand gestures of love either but he made do with little trinkets and stickers he bought because ‘he thought of you’. And you like it that way. Or at least that’s what he inferred when you would jump into his arms, kissing all over his face.

He surely couldn’t write about his love, he tried that crap and ended up charring his desk black. But he packed you bentos whenever you were to travel back home from the UA dorms. He made sure to put in extra effort and make the fanciest dishes in case your parents were to see the food and judge him off it ( a good potential husband?). Before you would have seen the inside contents or noticed a lacking love note he should have written to you, he would have his arm tugged down, his precious on her toes, to press a big smooch to his cheek. 

Katsuki was more than gentlemanly for you, he was your boyfriend, so, of course, he tied your shoelaces for you (why do you still use the bunny ears method, is his excuse), draping his jacket over your legs whenever you wore skirts, all because he knew you liked to manspread worse than him. He carries pads and hair ties in his bag, but which boyfriend wouldn’t? He holds your heels with a grumpy frown, holding your waist to ensure you didn’t trip in his shoes because you thought you could handle being in heels all day. 

Katsuki did all this not for praise or compliment. No, he wasn’t obligated to do these either, but he did it because that’s what a good boyfriend would do for you. That however didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate or relish the kisses he received each time he showed his love through his actions. 

So what was different today? When he draped his jacket around your shoulder today, why didn’t he get his kiss? And he knows you noticed it, turning your head to him offer your sweet smile, before returning back to your conversation with Mina. 

THAT’S IT? Katsuki was confused, he had even leaned in to receive his daily dose of kiss, instead of awkwardly standing back straight noticing his instinct. Was he desperate? No. Was he needy? Maybe. Why can’t a man get his share of kisses?

Staring at you annoyed he waited for you to notice. 

BUT YOU NEVER DID.  

He even huffed thrice, each time only receiving a distracted rub on his thigh while you gossiped with Mina. Gosh, he wanted to explode her right now. When he finally got over his petty subtle hints he just grabbed your face to face him. 

"How long will it take ya' to kiss me, brat?” 

Katsuki was easy though. Maybe not for everyone, but his little doll had him wrapped around her finger. When you just smiled innocently at him, pecking his lips without a question. The beast was finally appeased. 

“Thank you for the jacket, ‘Suki”

Goddamn, this woman really had conditioned him to seek her kisses without a clue in her pretty head.

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thinking about katsukis kisses perchance

he loves LOVES kissing your neck, he will attack it whenever he can. katsuki just puts his face into the crook of it, sometimes he'll just keep himself there and eventually lets his lips trail all over. ultimately, it's almost therapeutic as he feels like you're a rock in moments he's feeling tense. you'll feel the vibrations of his chest as he laughs if you mention how freezing his nose is when it's cold outside.

i like to imagine whenever you pull your lips away from his, he subconsciously follows and leans towards you getting closer, trying to go back in for another. he absolutely huffs and groans in frustration followed by "what?" or "c'mon. enough of that" if he knows you're doing it intentionally to mess with him-- knowing you've got him all worked up like this.

id think his lips get chapped easily as he tends to bite and gnaw at the skin, especially in the winter it gets bad when it's all dry. he'll let you put chapstick on him or vaseline with your fingertips. little indirect kisses on your fingers.

he is a sucker for shoulder kisses as well. at night as he climbs into bed after a long day and hot shower, he sometimes settles behind you with his chest to your back. he'll make some remark you're up too late as you're looking and laughing at something stupid on your phone, he presses kisses to the back of your shoulder, he tightens his grip around your waist as he tries to sleep.

bakugou loves getting high with you because you go all soft and pliant in his lap. you press every inch of yourself against him and even though he says it’s gross and unhygienic, when you drag on the joint and breathe the smoke into his mouth, he can’t help but cage you into his chest and try to inhale you too

DREADED GIFT- Katsuki Bakugou

𖤐 word count: 3.3k

𖤐 synopsis: you felt the need to celebrate your boyfriend, baking a cake for him.

𖤐 warnings: explicit language, fluff, kissing, established relationship, sfw

Normally, you’d be excited to present the gift you’ve arranged for the person. But today was a completely different story. 

Today was April 20.

Katsuki Bakugou’s birthday.

Your boyfriends’s birthday.

The same guy who blew up last year's surprise party, claiming he didn’t do cheesy parties.  A week prior, he had made it clear he wouldn't want his 17th birthday to be celebrated. Nevertheless, you prepared a medium-sized box in black wrapping paper with orange explosions and an orange bow. 

You had been up since around three in the morning, following a recipe for a chocolate-flavoured cake to calculate the right amount of spice powder you needed for a mixed flavour. 

You looked through the cabinets and drawers, looking for a tablespoon that could be used to measure. As you turned around to continue the recipe, you bumped into the batter, causing a little to spill. 

You then grabbed a towel and started to clean the mess, forgetting about the spinning bowl of batter as it fell on your head. Great. You had full-on batter on your hair now. You started the recipe again, having no time to clean the mess on your head. 

About 10 minutes later, you placed the batter in the baking pan, reaching over to the oven, turning it on to 350. Glancing at your phone, it was already 5:29 a.m., so you had a little over an hour and a half to have the cake prepared. 

30 minutes later, you took the cake out of the oven, examining it carefully, trying to find anything wrong with it that you could fix immediately. Placing the pan gently on the counter, you ran over to the fridge and grabbed out the frosting, quickly mixing up the right colors and starting to decorate the cake.

Once satisfied with how you had decorated it, you placed the remaining tubes of frosting back into the fridge, turning back and admiring your work for a moment, suddenly interrupted by your best friend Jirou walking into the kitchen, still rubbing her eyes from sleep. The remaining sleep from her body immediately left when she noticed the mess you had on your head and around the kitchen.

“What are you doing up this early? Better yet, why does the kitchen look like a tornado passed by it?” She asked, walking around the kitchen before turning to you, “It’s Katsuki’s birthday today, and I wanted to make something for him, so here I am. I might as well disappear if he doesn’t even end up liking anything.” you glanced at Jirou, noticing her gaze of the cake.

She took the cake and carefully placed it in the fridge, shutting it closed. “It needs to cool down for a bit too,” she noticed your bummed out face before continuing, “I’m sure he’ll like it, Its Bakugou we’re talking about. You can make a disgusting meal, and he would still eat it if he knew it was you who made it.” 

You simply nodded at her words, hoping it would go like that when the time came to go to his dorm and wish him a happy birthday. “Well, tell me, does this gift look decent enough?” You raised the box so Jirou could examine it. Watching her every expression, before she turned to you. “And what’s in the box?” Her question made you smile.

“It’s a present, why would I tell you what’s in it? Besides, I’d rather give it to him first instead of telling you.” She smiled at you, “Fair enough, well, I’m going to eat breakfast. Do you need help cleaning up your mess? You nodded, grabbing the broom and mop to clean the floor while she cleaned the counter and stored the flour and sugar that you had forgotten to put away.

When you both finished, the kitchen looked cleaner. You let out a sigh as you thanked her, checking the time again, you walked over to the fridge and opened it, taking out the cake. “I’m going to start heading up there.” You said, earning a simple nod in response.

Without another word being exchanged, you grabbed hold of the cake in one hand and the gift in your other. As you walked up the stairs, you felt the stickiness of the batter that had fallen on you earlier still on your head. It was too late now to fix it. You clicked on the button and waited for the elevator and waited for the doors to open.

You stepped inside and pressed on ‘floor 4’, where his dorm was. When the doors opened again, you stepped out and started making your way towards his dorm, the nerves beginning to get to you. What if he hated the cake you made, or if he dismissed your effort and called it stupid? 

There were so many things that could go wrong in this moment, but you were willing to take the risk if it meant it would make is day a little better. As you stepped towards his room and stood in front of it, your hand reached for the handle, but immediately stopped when you heard familiar voices already inside.

The friend group had already beaten you to it. The mixed yells with quiet remarks could be heard. You didn’t want to just burst in with the way you were looking, especially with the things you had planned to tell him privately. You’d simply have to do it later at a better time. 

From inside his room, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Kamanari, and Izuku could be heard. It was obvious that they planned to celebrate his birthday with a party.

“We have a whole day planned out already!” 

“Sato even agreed to make the cake for later! C’mon, man!” 

“If you idiots think I'm going to join your ridiculous party, think again.” You immediately recognized who it was just from the tone in their voice. You let out a sigh as you glanced at the door, then at the cake and gift in your hands.

He’d be fine.

Without a second thought, you turned around and made your way to your dorm, unlocking the door and disappearing into your room. A few hours passed, and it was a little past 9 a.m. The birthday cake sat on your desk, beside it the wrapped box, having been forgotten and erased from your mind in that moment.

He was asking where you were. Your heart skipped a beat at the notification, almost immediately stopping what you were doing and thought for a moment before typing a quick response back, shutting off your phone after sending the message.

Just as you placed your phone down on your bedside table, you heard a notification immediately after. Reaching out, you unlocked it and simply stared at the message.

Sighly softly, you stood up from your bed, glancing at the cake and gift from your attempt earlier. You grabbed the cake and box once again in each hand, your phone tucked in your waistband as you opened the door and walked out, closing it slowly behind you. 

As you made your way to his dorm, you mentally prepared for you to be greeted with his annoyed expression, you could already make out what he’d say the second he noticed what you had in your hands. He probably won’t even bother to acknowledge it. 

Standing in front of his dorm, you stared for a moment before you softly knocked on the wooden door, bracing yourself for the conversation that would come next. Hearing the soft click of someone opening the door, you glanced up to meet his crimson eyes.

“Why didn’t you come by thi–”

“Happy Birthday Kats,”  you muttered, cutting off his rambling before continuing, "I know you don't like your birthday getting celebrated and all that stuff, but I wanted to do something nice for you, but you don’t necessarily have to like it.”

As you waited for his response, you noticed the way his eyes glanced at your extended hands holding the cake, and you lit up the candles that had the number ‘17’ stamped on, along with the following words: ‘Happy Birthday Katsuki!’. Hearing a ‘tch’ escape his lips made you nervous, knowing it was a habit he’d do when annoyed. Hoping that wasn’t the case.

“You did all this for me? You know I don’t–” he sighed, pinching his nose, about to say something, but something changed in him when he noticed your happy expression, your lips curled into a soft smile. He’d hate himself if he ever said anything that didn’t satisfy your mood.

He looked away and thought for a moment before turning back to you. “I– What I’m trying to say is… I don’t mind it. All this bullshit crap you made for my birthday, I don’t mind it, as long as it comes from you. Alright? So don’t get any silly ideas in the pretty head of yours that I’m gonna yell your ear off for no reason. At least not today.”

You noticed the boy's face immediately heated up slightly after the small confession, trying to brush it off by looking away. You continued to smile as you softly spoke, “Do you want me to sing Happy Birthday?” you asked, holding out the cake, interrupted by a snort. “I don’t need your singing to damage my ears.”

The boy simply smirked as your smile fell into a pout, looking at him annoyingly, “Just make your wish and blow out the candles.” Without another word, he thought for a moment before blowing them out, the soft smell of smoke filling your nose. You simply pushed past him and placed the cake on his desk.

You walked back out and grabbed the box, extending it out to him. Noticing he was about to protest, you stopped him. “Just take it, there's no point in arguing with me.” Your fingers slightly brushed with each other as he took the box out of your hands, looking at the wrapping for a moment before he started opening it.

His eyes widened when he realized what it was. A photo album decorated on the outside with stickers and colored wording is visible. When opening it, he noticed the many photos of both of you, mostly just of the dates and small hangouts you both have done when you were still friends and dating.

“Do you like it? There’s still a lot of empty pages to put future memories.” You asked, glancing up at him, noticing his eyes focused on the album in front of him. He simply nodded, “I like it, there’s thought that was put into it, and I know you worked hard on it. You didn’t need to do any of this y’know.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, knowing these were some of the only times he’d be sincere. “It’s my favourite boy's birthday, of course I was going to do something for it, silly. Try the cake, I want to know if it tastes good or if I'm poisoning you.”

He let out a huff, rolling his eyes as he glanced at the cake sitting on his desk. “You sure it’s not all just sugar? You’re going to give me a sugar rush with all this.” His fingers dug into the sugary pastry as he grabbed a piece and popped it in his mouth. You analyzed his expression like a mad scientist, hoping you wouldn’t poison the poor boy with your newly learned baking skills.

“Kats, say something, does it taste bad? Does it hurt to chew? You can spit it out if it doe–” 

“Nah, this is the best cake I’ve ever tasted. You can taste the spiciness, but also not too much that you can't taste the chocolate. You nailed the recipe, this shit probably better than what they sell at stores.” You listened to every word he said, feeling somewhat accomplished that Katsuki liked your cake, hell, maybe even loved. “Well, I’m glad you liked it, I’ve been up since three in the morning trying to make it–” He cut you off as he glanced at your scalp, “Is that why there's batter on your head? Don’t tell me your stupidass dumped it on yourself.”

You let out a laugh, smiling at him, “It was an accident, but it’s fine, I'll shower later and it’ll come off.” Glancing at him, you sighed, “We should start heading downstairs–” He looked at you, confused. “The fuck are we going downstairs for?” You pointed towards the door as you spoke.

“Well, y’know the party they’re throwing for your birthday, aren’t you going to go?” The ash blonde immediately shook his head, letting out a sigh, and he placed the photo album on his desk. “Nah, rather spend it with you, cuddling or whatever.” You looked at him annoyingly, “Katsuki, they took time out of their day to organize that– hey!”

You were rudely interrupted by him picking you up and throwing you on the bed with him, pulling you closer by the waist as the boy shoved his face into your neck, taking in your comforting scent with a soft sigh.

“It’s not my damn problem, there faults for even thinking I’d enjoy a stupid party.” You gave up trying to convince him to go, snuggling closer to him as he intertwined his legs with yours, having you completely hooked onto the bed with him.

“Hey, look at me.” You glanced at him, wondering what it was he wanted, but it was immediately answered when he took your face and pressed his chapped lips against yours, kissing you. As expected, you melted into the kiss and pulled away a while after, the feeling of his lips kissing your entire face as he spoke. “Mh, love you, idiot.”

One thing is for sure, he wouldn't be letting you go from his grasp any time soon.

hi again haha ! i wanted to ask you if you could write Sieun x gn!reader with that famous trend on tiktok « stop giving me those eyes. what eyes? » WITH SIEUN EYES WHEN HE LOOKS UP ( and maybe add like an attractive smile auzjekeidif ) something in public like they’re at a coffee shop idk PLUS SIEUN IS SUCH A TEASE

kdrama! sieun x reader

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note: this is like. the latest ive ever been LOLL, i hope ur well!!!! and that u enjoy!!!

daily click!

swinging your arms back and forth, you almost jolted when you felt a yank on your arm, the one that he was holding. looking at him, you questioned, "what's up?"

having known each other for years (and been dating for a couple of months now), you knew that in public he acted a certain way, and in private, it was different. home-sieun and outside-sieun were not the same person. you didn't mind- everyone had their different personas when with certain people- that being said, it's obvious why it's such a shock to witness him engaging in his 'in-private' antics when outside.

and so, every once in a while your boyfriend would break out of that double-layered-hardened-shy-shell of his with just a touch of cheeky-ness; something you could have never expected from someone like him.

"do you want a bungeo-ppang?" looking towards the stand that the two of you had just passed by. on the very off chance that your boyfriend would dare ask you for something first, most of the time the answer would be yes, but for once you felt inclined to respond with "hmm.. no, not really." you shrugged.

if you weren't a detective (or his partner) it would be hard to pick up on the way his eyes lingered on the side of your face when you turned your head back to face the dimly lit path of the park you were in, waiting for you to look back at him, urging you to notice him and what he really meant by his question. after a few seconds you looked back at him with a questioning gaze. "what?"

he didn't respond, only giving you a look. that look. his mouth tilted downwards in an almost unnoticeable pout, his head turned completely in your direction, and those eyes. those big, dewy brown eyes of his that held nothing but pure innocence- enough to give a new born fawn competition.

"stop giving me those eyes." you said, huffing as you felt your face warm up. you looked away towards the ground, unable to handle his affectionate gaze. he blinked at you, his gaze unmoving. "...what eyes?"

you stopped in your tracks and removed your hand from his, walking backwards towards the bungeo-ppang stand. he watched as you conversed with the vendor, looking as you handed them cash in exchange for the treat, and walked back over to him.

"here." you mumbled, urging the boy to take the treat from your hands. he looks at you before taking it, placing his soft lips around the warm treat and biting into it.

he chews and swallows, inaudibly sighing in content. "thank you," you captured his hands back into yours, interlacing your fingers. "you don't have to do that, y'know. you can just ask me. i'd do anything for you." you surprise yourself with your boldness, looking at the ground shyly, not daring to meet his eyes.

he doesn't speak, his cheeks turning red as he nods. "okay." he adds, biting into the food once more. "is it good?"

he nods, glancing at you. "can i have a bit?" he nods again, offering you an unbitten side of the treat. "that's not what i meant.." you say lowly before cupping his cheek, leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips.

it doesn't last long before he pulls away, looking away and at the ground. you chuckle at his antics and tug his hand. "red bean tastes good on you."

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