Ken Sato HCs

Paps my beloved

flabbergastered

I need ghis MAN

i feel like sylus is a very attentive lover — more than people like to give him credit for. i like to think that he reads you like an open book and knows each and every one of your habits inside out. particularly when you get anxious and overthink. he can tell by your face alone when you're pulled away from him by your thoughts and your mind. so he simply gives the space between your brows a light tap with his index finger, plants a tender kiss there, lets his lips linger and murmurs, "come back to me."

a bottom-tier autistic experience is being told throughout your entire childhood that you are just an overthinker when it comes to social situations and later finding out that your friends did, in fact, hate being around you and tried to communicate that through weird little hints

Sometimes, I think about how I used to let life overwhelm (still do, but not as bad), and I'd take it out on people. The slightest thing would irritate me whether it was someone's voice or touch. I can't count how many times I was anxious and didn't know why 🥹 anyways this MC X Sylus bit is for those that can relate 🫠 even if you can't happy reading

"Do you feel better now?"

Sylus' gaze on you almost burns. The half-hearted smile still faintly on his lips, his eyes remained ocked on you.

It had been a very bad day, week, and month in general. The emotional build-up was sure to cause an eruption of feelings at some point. Sylus only watched you silently over the last few weeks waiting for you to come to him with what you were feeling. He'd already learned the hard way once before about trying to get you to open up when you weren't ready.

He'd watched you mope around the base and Linkon with an unsettling fire behind those eyes. He'd kept the twins on you when he couldn't be around because he knew the day was fast approaching. It was telling in the way you slapped his hands away or had your day ruined over the tiniest mishap. Angry tears seemed to be a constant on your eyeline as you continued your day to day routine.

The part that made you most upset is that you didn't even know why you were angry or sad. Was this depression? Everything started to seem like a chore, the smallest things and sounds began to overwhelm you. You didn't want to be touched or talked to, but some days you didn't even want to be alone.

What's happening to me?

The lingering question in your mind took root in your troubles, which only stoked the flames of irritation. You just wanted it quiet. You wanted to feel calm, and you needed something to uproot this rising storm.

And then the day arrived, Sylus becoming your victim. The moment his hand touched your head, you'd blown up. Strings of curses left your mouth, your voice raised with angry tears marking your face. Shrill cries, leaving your mouth, your hands waving around orchestrating madness.

Sylus watched your descent with that knowing smile. He'd wanted this, your anger. You'd been holding it all in for far too long. It was time.

Let it out, he demanded it.

When you'd seemingly finished, his eyes monitored your erratic breaths. He'd taken another step closer as he had done earlier. His hand laced with yours, pulling you into a firm hug. His scent floods your nose, commanding your breathing to regulate.

"Do you feel better now?"

You couldn't look at him. A man you'd love so much, you blew up on him without reason and still he only worries about you.

"Don't feel sorry, sweetie, you needed this. You've been climbing higher and higher into unknown madness, and I was simply waiting for you to fall." Your grip tightens on his forearm, your face buried deeply into his chest.

"I don't deserve you." Sylus was silent for a moment. He pulls you away slightly, his hands secure themselves on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

"I think we both know it's me that doesn't deserve you. The beautiful thing about having a loving partner is that we are there for each other when we can't be there for ourselves." He signs his words with a quick kiss on your lips. The tenderness of his lips melts any remnants of subdued frustration.

There was a lot that needed to be said and addressed, but it would have to wait until later. You'd spent the better part of your month yelling at someone who didn't deserve it.

"I'm sorry." He gives a soft chuckle.

"I know."

-> daddy caleb taking care of his exhausted baby

You didn’t hear him come in.

You were curled up on the couch, knees drawn to your chest, wrapped in a blanket that didn’t quite reach the ache beneath your skin. Your head was pounding, body trembling from exhaustion that sleep never seemed to fix. You felt frayed—like threads pulled too tight, about to snap.

Then… warmth. A hand on your ankle. Gentle pressure.

“There you are Pips,” Caleb murmurs, voice low and soothing like distant thunder on a rainy night. “Didn’t I tell you to call me when you feel like this?”

You open your mouth, but no words come. Just a little shake of your head. You don’t want to cry. You’re too tired to even cry.

He sighs, not annoyed—concerned. He kneels beside you and cups your face in one big hand, brushing his thumb across your cheek like you’re made of glass.

“You’re running yourself into the ground again, Angel. Always trying to be so strong.” You can’t help it. A little sob slips out—and he melts. Not into panic, not into pity—into purpose. In one swift motion, you’re in his arms. Picked up, held tight, carried like you weigh nothing but everything.

He sits down with you in his lap, blanket and all, wrapping you in his warmth. His chest is solid beneath your cheek. His heartbeat is steady, grounding. His hands roam—slow, reassuring, firm. One at your back, the other behind your head.

“You don’t have to hold it together with me,” he says quietly, breath brushing your temple. “You can fall apart, and I’ll still be right here. I’ll always be right here.”

You cling to him, and he lets you. Holds you tighter. Presses kisses to your hair, your forehead, your jaw. Soft, possessive, like he’s reminding you: you’re mine. You’re safe.

And then his voice—gravelly and low, close to your ear.

“Next time, you call me. You understand? I don’t care what time it is or what I’m doing—if my girl’s hurting, I drop everything. Because you come first. Always.”You nod, tears finally falling. Not out of pain—but relief.

Because with Caleb… you’re not alone.

You’re loved.

And most of all, you’re held.

He feels it—the way your body starts to soften, breath slowing against his chest. That quiet surrender. That precious unraveling. And he waits. Holds you steady in it.

“There she is,” he murmurs, voice lower now, darker. “My girl, finally letting go.”

You shiver—not from the cold this time, but from him. The way he speaks it like a promise and a claim all at once.

His hand slides up your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. “You give and give until you break, don’t you?” He tilts your face to meet his gaze—those eyes like storm clouds right before the downpour. “But that stops here.”

He leans in close. “You’re mine. And I don’t let what’s mine burn out.”

You try to speak, but he hushes you with a kiss—just at the corner of your lips. Not quite giving it all yet. Teasing. Controlling. Patient. “No more running on empty, Princess. No more pushing past your limits while pretending you’re fine.”

His hand moves again, sliding under the blanket, splaying against your bare waist. “Next time, I feel you slipping, I won’t wait for permission. I’ll take you. I’ll pull you into my lap, pin you down if I have to, and remind you whose you are.”

Your breath catches.

And he smiles. That knowing, wicked little tilt of his lips that says: You’re mine to ruin gently. And I will. But then he kisses your forehead again, so soft it nearly breaks you.

“Not tonight, though.” His voice gentles again. “Tonight, I hold you until you fall asleep. But you remember this feeling—because tomorrow, when you’re stronger, I’m going to make sure you never forget who keeps you safe.”

And just like that, you’re wrapped in both fire and shelter.

His arms, his voice, his claim on you—

Home.

He feels the shift in you—the way your heartbeat begins to slow against his chest, your fingers loosening where they were curled into his shirt. Your body still pressed close, but no longer trembling. Just melting.

Caleb exhales softly, his breath brushing along your temple like a sigh of pride. His voice rumbles against your skin, low and tender. “That’s it. Just like that, baby. Let me take it from here.”

You hum something—a faint little sound, barely audible. Maybe a thank you. Maybe his name. You don’t even know anymore. You’re floating now, somewhere between sleep and him, the two starting to feel like the same thing.

He adjusts you in his lap just enough so he can lean back against the couch, one arm cradling your head, the other wrapped tight around your waist. And then his fingers start tracing soft patterns over your skin—up and down your spine, over your arm, along your side. Mindless, loving touches. The kind that say, “You don’t have to do anything. Just be.”

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he whispers into your hair. “This soft. This calm. You were made to be held like this.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. One last bit of tension leaving your chest. His warmth, his voice, the strength of his arms—it’s everything you didn’t know you needed until now. And then, the final tether snaps. Sleep begins to pull you under—but this time, it’s not from exhaustion or desperation.

It’s safe. It’s soft. It’s him.

You shift once more, cheek nuzzling into the base of his throat, breath evening out. He feels it. Smiles to himself. “There she goes,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over your forehead. “My good girl. Finally resting.”

He stays there, holding you long after your breathing settles. Still tracing those same slow circles. Still whispering, even though you’ve already drifted far away. “You sleep now, Princess. And when you wake… I’ll still be here.”

pov: you’re drop-dead gorgeous (and they don’t know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there’s no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you’re so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you’re so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he’d watch intently the way you’d smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there’s even anything to fix. he’ll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), “tell me why you’re so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!”

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he’s just mesmerized by the whole thing.

“katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we’re gonna be late.”

his only response is: “fuck off.”

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. “tch, you don’t even need any of this shit.”

“you don’t like it, katsuki?” you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

“h-hah?! i didn’t say that!” he shoves it to your hand, “now do this glittery shit next!”

and you just ditch whatever plans you’d made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he’ll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn’t know how he just let it happen but he’s like, “whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n.”

he then proceeds to tell you that, “every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness.”

“forgive them for what?”

he stares blankly at you. “for breathing the same air as you.”

bakugo katsuki’s not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, “u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n.”

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her strap game is insane i js know

Need me a man like this

"...alright. Just the usual ones? Night time too...and tampons. Don't ever apologise. Alright. We'll be home soon. I love you."

The mid-morning traffic, less frantic now than an hour before, shhhaaaahed around the car. From the passenger seat, Yuuji watched Kento with a fascination about to bubble over with suppressed laughter. Kento put the phone down. Yuuji, just a boy, grinned, almost teasingly at Kento.

"Tampons, huh, Nanamin?"

Kento looked to Yuuji, flicking the windscreen wipers on to rid the screen of drifting cherry blossom. His face remained neutral, sincerely questioning. Yuuji scoffed, bold as brass, before continuing.

"Jeez Nanamin...you're such a simp."

Kento's eyes narrowed, searching for meaning. He repeated, slowly, the word unfamiliar upon his tongue.

"...'simp'."

"You'd do anything for her, right?"

"Is that...a bad thing? You say the word, not that I know it, as if it's derogatory."

Kento tapped on his phone, and Yuuji backpedaled, his grin sliding away to a wide-mouthed grimace as he waved his hands in a fit of no, wait, I can explain. Kento appeared to be reading, his face growing dour. He huffed, one short puff of air from his nose. He tucked his phone away.

"Ah-- Nanamin-- I didn't mean--"

"A simp, hmm? Alright. Come along, Yuuji."

They drove. Yuuji bit his nails as he stared out into traffic. Kento was silent, calm.

And Kento took Yuuji on errands.

At the Conbini, Kento collected pads, tampons, snacks and pain relief.

"Do you have any of the night time ones?" Kento asked the assistant, holding up a pack of pads, unashamed, as Yuuji tried to sink into the floor, just a boy. As the assistant walked away, Kento asked Yuuji, calmly.

"Would a simp do this?"

"Ah...jeez, I...yeah, I guess so."

"Alright."

In the Florist's, Kento was meticulous with the sweating assistant, identifying only the finest blooms of your favourite wildflowers. He commandeered, insisting they were wrapped in brown paper, stamped with wax and tied with ribbons. Tapping his fingers on the counter, bored, Yuuji's reverie was once more broken by Kento's smooth timbre.

"Would a simp do this?"

Kento walked up beside Yuuji, with a spray of sweet botanicals in his arms. Yuuji squirmed beneath the schooling.

"Yeah, I...I reckon so. Probably."

"Splendid. Come along."

At the launderette, collecting your repaired jacket; "Would a simp do this?"

At your parents' house, dropping off a birthday card; "Would a simp do this?"

At Jujutsu High, filing some late paperwork for you; "Would a simp do this?"

In the car, calling Ijichi to cancel drinks the following night; "Would a simp do this?"

By the time Kento had completed his errands, Yuuji sulked, just a boy, begrudging how overboard Kento had gone, all because Yuuji had used slang that meant nothing apart from something Kento couldn't understand.

Yuuji stood back in the hallway, shucking his shoes off, as Kento walked ahead.

Yuuji's eyes darted up, to you, shocked to see that you were...a mess. You could hide the tears all you liked, but your puffy lips and salt-sore cheeks told of a whole day of crying. The dinner Yuuji usually enjoyed wasn't made. The fragrant candles that Yuuji usually enjoyed weren't lit. The curtains were closed.

Yuuji felt vicariously guilty for something he had not done, but he listened to yours and Kento's mumbled conversation.

"...sorry...so shit...haven't done anything...needed you...Yuuji must be hungry, I..."

"...shhh...done nothing wrong...Ijichi cancelled tomorrow anyway...order take-out...come here..."

Kento held you in a rustle of bags and brown-papered flowers. He did not begrudge the tear stains on his lapels. He looked at you as though your very blood ran divine, when you gave the flowers and bag of snacks a watery smile, pressing a salty kiss to Kento's cheeks before walking to the kitchen.

As Kento and Yuuji stood back, watching you swipe your tears away before beginning to fill a vase with Kento's wildflowers, Yuuji dawned upon the cusp of a bold new understanding. Kento felt it, this gentle yearning, and took Yuuji by the hand over the horizon.

Kento's voice was, slow, considered, and gut-wrenchingly sincere.

"Never deny yourself the beauty of loving someone without restraint, for the fear of vulnerability, Yuuji. Never let anyone taint the way love should guide and consume you. Because if loving wholeheartedly is weakness...you shouldn't want to be strong."

Yuuji watched the gentle golden thread of joy that Kento had woven through your sadness. He shuffled, his hands in his pockets, his peachy head tilted down as he kicked at his shoes.

"...yeah, I get you. I'll... I'll be a simp too, then. When I find the one. And...and I'll be proud of it."

Kento smiled, pressing a bag of snacks to Yuuji's chest.

"And I'll be proud of you."

➢𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

I decided to hop on this and give it a try :). Basically I’m gonna be writing each day of October a different prompt, I already picked the mcyt that I’m gonna use for each one. Since this is NSFW the only people I’ll be writing for are the dream team, Karl and Punz. I hope you like it<3!

Edit: This is all based on AUs which means the boys are not cc! Unless stated otherwise.

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: Cockwarming | KARL JACOBS

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: Cuckolding | DREAM + SAPNAP

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: Restraint | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: Gagging/throatfucking | PUNZ

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: Humiliation kink | DREAM TEAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: Impact play | GEORGE

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: Somnophilia | GEORGE

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: Hand kink | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗: Roleplay | SAPNAP

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: Gangbang | DREAM TEAM + KARL + PUNZ

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: Spectrophilia/incubus | PUNZ

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: Foursome | DREAM TEAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑: Mommy kink | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: Voyerism | GEORGE + DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓: Daddy kink | KARL JACOBS

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟔: Pegging | SAPNAP

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕: Hate sex | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖: Breeding kink | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗: Mutual masturbation | GEORGE

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎: Thigh riding | PUNZ

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏: Phone sex | GEORGE

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐: Sex toys | KARL JACOBS

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑: Squirting | DREAM TEAM + KARL

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒: Corruption kink | KARL JACOBS

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓: Shower sex | KARL JACOBS

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟔: Dry humping | GEORGE

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕: Sex tape | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖: Size kink | PUNZ + SAPNAP

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟗: Knife play | SAPNAP

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟎: Orgy | DREAM TEAM + KARL

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟏: Public sex | DREAM

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Things to read before you eat or for your fast <3 :

-fat lasts longer than flavor

-this months choices are next months body

-you are what you eat

-are you hungry or bored?

-nothing tastes as good as skinny feels 🎀

-eat for the body that you want, not for the body that you have

-junk food you craved for an hour or the body you craved for years?

-losing weight is hard, being fat is hard, choose your hard

-do it for the “wow you got so skinny”

-do not reward yourself with food, you’re not a dog