Your fingers trace down the long spance of his neck. His skin is cool, bordering cold, just like the night air, and goose pimples unfurl down your arms at the feel of it. He must feel how your skins reacts; he glances down to where you've laid yourself across his lap with a fond chuckle, stroking your own face in turn. The warmth in his ruby eyes is exactly what you need.
When your fingers reach the base of his neck, there's no pulse to greet you, just a familiar stillness and two perfectly round scars, long since made but never healed. That smile flickers, the light behind it replaced by something dimmer.
"I wish you would turn me."
It's a conversation you've had before, under dim lights, bearing all earnesty and love either of you could muster. The answer is no - he will never make you immortal. It's cruel to both of you to bring up the topic again.
A myriad of microexpressions flit across his face -empathy, pain, maybe even anger- and then he's smiling again, moon white fangs bared with no malice.
"Oh, how could I ever?" He strokes your hair from your face and cups your cheeks with a practiced delight; a performance he's perfected over two hundred years, "How am I supposed to sleep without your warmth in my arms?
The words are almost a song on his voice, bouncing and free. He doubles over himself to press a chaste kiss against your forehead, then again against your lips.
"How am I supposed to close my eyes without hearing your heartbeat, my dear?" he coos into your pulse point, as if whispering to your heart itself
"One day, whether you turn me or not -" You can not bring yourself to do anything but whisper - "It won't be there."
He freezes for a moment, then brings his lips to your neck again, the kiss much more sullen this time.
You'll never take us alive!
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Topics such as violence, abuse and transphobia will be portrayed with care and under the knowledge I have of it as a victim myself.
AGHHH sitting on bf! katsuki's shoulders while he cooks to make up for skipping the gym.
katsuki was supposed to hit the gym today. he really was. but the moment you wrapped yourself around him in bed, all thoughts of training went out the window.
“shit,” he muttered, stretching his arms above his head. “didn’t even work out today.”
you, still groggy but entirely unrepentant, grinned and nuzzled into his neck. “you worked out your patience.”
"yeah? and you worked out my ability to say no.”
you grinned wider. “exactly.”
even after every time he tried to move to adjust himself, you clung to him like a koala, nuzzling into his chest, whining about how warm and comfortable he was. and damn it, how was he supposed to leave when you looked so damn cute?
so yeah, gym? skipped. gains? delayed. but cuddles? so fucking worth it.
now, in the kitchen, katsuki is making up for it. sort of. with you sitting comfortably on his broad shoulders.
he'd already deadlifted you a few times while waiting for the pancake to cook, grumbling half-heartedly when you cheered like he was performing in the olympics.
"you're way too happy about this," he muttered, flipping a pancake with precision despite your weight balanced on his shoulders.
"that's because you're my personal chef now," you teased, playing with the strands of his hair like you were styling them. "and i'm basically remy."
"tch... the rat from ratatouille?"
"yeah!"
he snorted, shaking his head slightly to mess up whatever you were doing. "the hell you are. you ain't cookin’ shit."
"excuse you! i am the mastermind behind this whole operation, thank you very much. you're just my hands."
katsuki rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide the smirk tugging at his lips. "yeah? then where's my little chef hat, huh?"
you gasped dramatically. "oh my god, we need to get you one!"
"like hell we do," he scoffed, adjusting his grip on your legs as he effortlessly lifted you up again, just because he could. you let out a small squeak, gripping onto his hair, and he chuckled.
"okay, okay, you're strong, we get it," you laughed, ruffling his hair. "now, my strong, muscular, incredibly attractive boyfriend—flip that pancake before it burns."
“i ain't lettin’ you control me," katsuki clicked his tongue but did as you commanded, all while holding you up like you weighed nothing. he should’ve gone to the gym today, sure—but honestly? this was way better.
"i practically do," you tug lightly on his hair, and to your delight, his head moves slightly in the direction you pull.
katsuki freezes. “...did you just try to steer me like a damn car?”
you laugh. “maybe.”
“hmph, you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, adjusting your weight like it’s nothing. “but if you try to puppet-master me again, i’m droppin’ your ass.”
you grin, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “i love you too. and no you won’t.”
katsuki sighs, but you feel his shoulders shake with a quiet chuckle. yeah, okay, maybe he won’t.
‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ ‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧
⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ saw this on twt but i cant find the video again☹️☹️ hope you enjoyed!!💜
fem!krbk for an art trade with @puppyaulait
Feeding you guys (and myself) with my manz Kirishima 💋 Good lawd a MAN they said A MAN!!! 😍
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Guilty of loving his girlfriend your honor!! 👩⚖️
bf!katsuki loves to spoil you rotten.
he’s taking you out to dinner? bam, you find a new dress in your closet.
you two are out shopping and he notices your eyes lingering on a necklace? its yours.
you’re home by yourself and hungry? he’s ordering whatever you want.
you call him complaining about your bad day? theres flowers at your door within the hour.
you and katsuki are hanging out and you begin looking at your hand, noticing how much your nails have grown out since you last got them done.
“what’s up with your hand?” katsuki asks you.
“nothing, just need to get my nails done again soon. its so expensive to go to nail techs though, so i’ve been holding off on it,” you tell him.
“how much is it?” he asks, and you immediately know what he’s hinting at.
“kats, no. ill probably just paint them myself or something”
“hell no. if you want to get them done then ill make sure it happens.”
“are you sure?”
“‘course. you know i’m a man of my word,” he nods, “I take care of whats mine.”
oh and he meant it. sure enough, you booked your appointment and got them done, and paid for them with katsuki’s card.
later that day you stood in front of katsuki, now admiring your new set with that cute design you had been wanting.
“thank you again, kats. you didnt have to pay for them,”
“stop thanking me, baby. you deserve whatever you want.” he hummed as he grabs your hands gently to get a good look at them. “looks fuckin’ beautiful on you.”
you felt a sudden flush on your cheeks as katsuki begins pressing faint kisses to your knuckles, caressing them with his thumbs.
“you spoil me too much kats.”
he pulls you by the waist, pressing you against him. “dont care. always gonna take care of ‘ya.”
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Getting face fucked by Tokoyami with Dark Shadow whispering in your ear, "You're beautiful when you cry for us, dove, especially when you're choking on a cock." And "Ah, ah, ah, no one said you could touch your dripping pussy. Not yet anyway." Along with the lewd sound of your sucking you just couldn't stop the whine that's building up in you. Tokoyami can barely talk, its all chirps and growls as he watches his cock disappear down your throat. At times like this you know Dark Shadow is speaking for both of them when he says, "That's it. Our little dove, our mate. Taking us so perfectly."
"Don't worry, it's still here"
author's notes - kind of a childhoodbsf!reader?? i hope bakugou is in character for the most part
Tw - suggestive! - Cocky bunny Izuku
Bunny! Izuku who loves when you pull on his tail,it tingles his brain in a weird way and his body feels off but in a good way. He moans like a girl when you do pull on his tail.
He's getting down on his knees and literally begging you to scratch behind his ears. He ends up falling asleep on your chest while you do that.
Bunny! Izuku who stomps(and pouts too) when he gets mad at you. He's a stubborn little shit.
Intentionally does things to piss you off and to get you to scold him (might be one of his kinks)
He's pretty loud during the day,he makes his presence known by Stomping, intentionally knocking things over, breaking your stuff,throwing objects at you and banging on doors,also puffing at you.
Bunny! Izuku who steals your clothes and either wears them himself, either cuddles with them because they smell like you(it low key gets him hard)
Also he hides your stuff around the house to piss you off. He wants to find something that will annoy you so much to the point where you'll need to punish him(he kinda kinky)
Girls like Girls like Boys do, nothing new.
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