Mornings With Husband!Nanami

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SAM DO YOU WATCH JJK?

I DOO I’M WAITING FOR SEASON THREE

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"Was I just the fucking NOTES guy to you??" / (Bakugo x GN! Reader) (SMAU)

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it’s so nice being fond of people on here :-) like yeah maybe we only know each other in a very limited way but i care abt you guys & hearing abt your lives makes me happy & i like listening to the things u have to say & i really truly wish the best for you all!!! sending my love from a couple states, countries, oceans away

nanami doesn’t argue.

that would imply there’s a debate to be had. there isn’t. you’re wrong, and he’s right, end of story.

except right now you’re standing over him, arms crossed over your chest, smirking, and somehow — he’s the one apologizing. on his knees, too.

his fingers skim the inside of your wrist to the faint lines of your palm, thumb gliding over the crease of your fingers. tracing a slow, thoughtless pattern like he’s waiting for you to say something.

he exhales, sharp. “love, what exactly am I doing?”

“apologizing,” you bend closer. barely an inch, but enough that the air between you feels warmer, “..because you feel bad?”

his fingers tighten — just a little — before they smooth over again, sliding down to the ends of yours, holding on like he’s considering it. “I don’t.”

you raise a brow, irritated now. “no?”

he sighs, long-suffering, but doesn’t let go. if anything, his grip shifts, trailing down until he’s holding onto the end of your sleeve instead, brushing over your knuckles, still here, despite how tired he looks.

you press, voice softening, teasing though expectant. “do you feel bad at all?”

there’s barely a second joining the words and the way he moves — your back meets the kitchen counter with his hand around your waist, breath against your lips when he murmurs, “I do.”

his fingers slipping under your shirt at your hip as he exhales, words slipping out on your mouth:

“I’m,” kiss. “so-” kiss. “so.” kiss. “sorry,” kiss. “baby.”

you laugh into it, fingers curling into his sweater, breathless in a way you’re sure he notices. he pulls back to see the look on your face — the one that means you know you’ve won.

and for once, nanami doesn’t argue.

“He could strip the trees of their skin and use the charcoal as a pencil and exhaust the earth’s crust of its natural life, and still - still he couldn’t capture you.”

Omfg that was beautiful ❤️🥹

"Was I just the fucking NOTES guy to you??" Part Three / (Bakugo x GN! Reader) (Written)

Bakugo was a smart man.

He knew things that others didn't - and naturally, he caught onto things that others couldn't.

Bakugo was a man who used what he knew and substituted what he didn't. He was resourceful, which means he was useful and that meant he was needed.

He was intelligent, gifted and all the different kinds of things that made people jealous of his inevitable success.

He grew up with a quirk. A powerful quirk. He was told that from a young age, Katsuki Bakugo would grow up to be something incredible. To be one of the most influential heroes the world has ever seen.

-

Bakugo had everything he had ever wanted handed to him. Here he was, twenty five, and one of the greatest heroes Japan had ever seen.

And yet, despite holding the world in the palms of his hands. It wasn’t enough. He needed something more. 

You. 

His highschool love. The one thing that slipped through his fingers. It was nine years ago. 

Nine long, excruciating years.

Though he was too late. He figured out all your cute and cheesy hints, too late - made all the right plans, too late - reached for your longing hand, too late - ached for your touch - dreamt of your lips sliding against his own… simply too late.

He had tried to shoot his shot back then but he was much too late.

But it had been nine years.

Nine whole years since he saw you. And according to Deku, five years since the both of you had broken up.

Surely now, surely now he had his chance. His opening. It was obvious he was still pining for you. 

His heart was yours.

He knew that.

Kirishima knew that.

Deku knew that.

You, knew that.

You knew.

Which is how he ended up finding himself, his lips pressed against yours - just like how a younger Katsuki only dreamt of doing - as he pressed you up against his bedroom wall. 

How did he manage to get himself stuck in this situation? 

He didn't remember.

And he didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t care. It really didn't matter either.

His friends were throwing a party - that’s right. Something about celebrating his “heroic success” or whatever.

Something about inviting his old classmates.

Something about inviting you.

Something about seeing you again, standing there like you were the only person in the room.

It was like the rest of the world melted into nothing as Katsuki stared at you. He didn't realise how much more... how much more you were.

It wasn't more in a bad way.

Not at all.

More. You were just so much. More. He could barely think - let alone place his messed up, jumbled thoughts into coherent words. It was like just the mere glimpse of you had him going insane, a mess of flushed cheeks and racing hearts- and short breaths- and everything. He felt sick, like he was going to hurl all over the carpet but in a good way, y’know?

His palms were sweaty and Katsuki’s head spun. All the lights were too bright and the music was too much. His legs felt like jelly and… shit - were you looking at him? 

Looking right at him with those drowning eyes of yours? 

Smiling at him with that godforsaken smile of yours?

Taking his scarred and calloused palm against the soft skin of your own hand?

Katsuki could write a poem about your beauty - no, he could write a million. He could strip the trees of their skin and use the charcoal as a pencil and exhaust the earth’s crust of its natural life, and still - still he couldn’t capture you. 

Your raw essence.

Your brilliance.

The way you shine and shimmer.

The way your eyes crinkle- and your breath gets stuck in your throat. The pads of your fingertips and the softness of your collarbones, and the dip and curve of you back and- and- and- 

God, he was smitten.

And god.

Katsuki was going to die.

He was going to die again and it was all your fucking fault.

Fucking hell. It was always your fault. 

All of it. 

Everything was your fault.

He pushed himself harder, all because of those melodic words you used to sing to him. How you looked up to him when you were teenagers. 

He worked on himself because you had told him you liked seeing the parts of him that nobody else had.

"I want to see the parts of you that nobody else has."

There was no way in hell that sentence was platonic. God he was such a fucking idiot back then, it was so fucking obvious you liked him. So fucking obvious.

And he missed it.

Like the idiot he was back then.

But he wasn’t going to lose you once more. He would rather tear out his own spinal cord - tendons, ligaments, flesh and bloody bone - then let you slip in between his fingers again. 

-

Katsuki’s breath was hot against your lips, his skin was buzzing with life and his heart pounded in his ears. He felt like if he took a step back he was going to stumble and fall. You looked so… ethereal. In his arms with your lips swollen and your cheeks flushed.

Katsuki leaned down and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip, his gaze softened as a soft smile tugged at his cheeks. 

“I love you.” 

He whispered, voice small. 

“I always have.”

That sense of… being wanted for so long crushed you like a new fish being thrown into its new fish tank- but it was home. 

I’m home.

Here in Katsuki’s arms. The smell of caramel, the feeling of his pulse throbbing against your palm, his imperfect and scarred flesh-

“Perfect.” You whispered under your breath.

“You’re perfect Katsuki.” You mumbled, sliding your lips across his, nails digging into the back of his shirt as he slid a strong hand under your leg, pulling his lips away only to latch onto the soft curve of your neck.

“I love you.” He sighed.

“Never leave me. Never again.”

Part One / Part Two

Everyone thnak @somnbul for helping OH MY GOD TERES A MOZZIE ON MY ARM SCRAMAINFOANFAJSNFOWAUFA

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guess who’s playing adwd instead of working on the next l.o.v.e chapter???

me.

i am ashamed.

haiii twinn ily 🫶🏼

i mean that’s very real js look at him😻🫶😽💋🤩

he’s so wife 🤭😋

i wish i didn’t know anything about omegaverse but i fear that i know too much sometimes 😭😭

i know im safe on the internet bc i have been chronically online and writing fanfics since i was 12 probably and i still dont know jack shit about omegaverse

Hi! I was just wondering if you were up for writing the hate me, with Rin Itoshi but reversed? Like him being the innocent one???😭

I really loved the fic Btw!!!

.ᐟhate me, more

.ᐟcw: dub-con, eat out, Cunnilingus, black mail

Prev. Hate me

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒? (𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒) 𝐴𝑑𝑑, 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡, 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒 ('𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒)" - 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑗𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡

･･ꕀ𖧷

“Rinnie you’re such a fucking pervert, huh?” you said, sitting on top of one of the desks, legs crossed. He looked up from his work, staring at you in confusion. Why were you even talking to him. You knew he hated your guts 

“What?” he repeated, his face twisting into a scowl. 

“Don’t think i didn’t see you gawking at my tits during class” you smirked, catching him off guard. His face turned a deep shade of red, he looked down at his desk making you laugh.

“So it’s true, huh? Oh my god, you’re such a freak” you were hoping for some major reaction, not for him to ignore you. You were being pretty loud considering the class was empty and no one was in the halls. 

“Hey.. you want me to keep quiet about this?” he looked at you, his face was pissed but he clearly couldn’t say anything. All he did was give a slight nod of his head.

“Then get on your knees infront of me” 

He looked at you with wide eyes.

“What the he-”

“Or everyone finds out, rin itoshi, the famous soccer star is a complete pervert who stares at girls chest while they’re distracted.” his jaw clenched, it’s like you could hear his teeth cracking from the mere pressure. You lips tilted up as he pushed himself away from the desk, walking towards you and getting on the ground infront. 

“Want me to apologize or what” he said, fist clenched, glaring up at you through his lashes. 

“No, i want you to..” you spread your legs apart infront of him, leaning down to grab a handful of his silky hair and pulling his head back, making him hiss “use that pretty tongue of yours and make me cum” 

It’s like he heard a ghost, his face was pale, wides blown wide. What reaction was he supposed to make? 

“W-what..” rin wasn’t completely innocent but he had never done anything sexual, hell, he never even held anyone’s hand other than his brothers. So being told to eat someone out and that someone being you was not something he wanted to hear.

“Go on, dig your face in your fuckin perv, ik you’ve been dreaming about this” you hesitated for a moment, before thinking about what could happen if you told everyone. 

He groaned before slowly leaning in, placing his hands on your plump thighs to keep them pushed apart. You knew this was going to happen so you had removed your panties from before hand. 

He moved your tiny skirt out the way, pressing his soft lips against your dripping cunt. He wanted to laugh at how inexperienced he was. 

“You gotta use your tongue, rin rin” you chuckled. Rin’s face turning a deeper shade of red than it already was. 

His tongue came in contact with your clit, swirling around your folds, the mixture of slick and his saliva created a messy substance. 

“Put your face in his, rin itoshi” you said, grabbing him by the back of his head and shoving him up against it. His tongue slipped passed your entrance making you throw your head back, groaning out in pleasure. He gasped, picking up the pace. His fingers dug into your thighs. The sounds of him slurping, swallowing, tongue running around your wet cunt echoed in the empty class. 

You bit down on your tongue, suppressing your moans. 

Your hand tugging at his silky soft hair. 

“Fuck fuck, rin, keep doing that” was this really his first time? It felt too good. His lips pressed against you, saliva dripping down his chin. His let out a high pitched moan, pushing his face deeper in as you came around his tongue. He choked at the lack of oxygen, pulling back when you finally let you. Your chest moved as you breathed heavily at that toe curling orgasm. 

When you composed yourself, you smirked at rin’s disheveled appearance. You leaned down to wipe his face with the back of your hand. Your lips grazed his, pressing a soft subtle kiss onto them which was more shocking for rin than everything that had just happened. 

“Good boy. Now get out of my sights and fix that boner of yours” 

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A/n: thank u sm for requesting, this was sm fun to write. and im really glad you liked it :) hopefully this met ur expectations

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