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higuruma nanami helpin you at work

“HOLD IT ANGEL, I KNOW YOU CAN.”

FEATURING THE ONE AND ONLY: 七海.建人. NANAMI KENTO

content warnings : 18+ only, dub-content, sadistic!nanami x masochistic!reader, established relationship, bdsm scene, orgasm control (edging and overstimulation), reader’s hands are bound, mirror sex, mentions of penetrative sex, feral nanami (this man is crazy)

author’s note: kinda ooc nanami bcs he is SADISTICCC in this one and he would never be this mean (i think) but i would let this man destroy my uterus 👰‍♀️ #ovulation i hope u guys enjoy this one as much as i enjoyed writing it even though it is definitely 100% not canon nanami nor is it for the light hearted 😭. idk what overcame me as i wrote this.

word count: 1.2k!

hope u enjoy n sorry for it being so short!

kaori. 🤍

This was a sight kento never wanted to forget. The way your body trembled was in front of the mirror as he forced you watch him have his way with you. The look in your eyes pleading; babbling about you weren’t sure if you could handle it left him so achingly hard. Oh no no no, sweetheart, you were going to take everything he gave you. It’s only fair because you asked for it right? Looking up at him oh so sweetly, suggesting a new idea in bed. You looked so adorable fiddling with hands when you tried telling him that you wanted him to ‘edge you until you couldn’t take it’. He was more than willing to indulge into this fantasy of yours. Hell, he might even be enjoying this more than you.

Your sweet husband has his legs locked around yours, restraining every attempt or effort of you trying to move away from him from the overwhelming sensations. His head resting on top of your shoulder as your body quivers under him. Your hands clawing at his tie restraining your wrists together while you pull at them. It makes him so fucking hard that only he could reduce you to such a mess. His eyes watched you tentatively through the mirror, mesmerised by the way you shake your head furiously, eyes welled up in those pretty eyes of yours, cries and pleas falling like a mantra from your lips yet it was never your safe word. Your words seemed to contradict everything your body was saying.

“Hold it angel, I know you can. Be a good girl for Kento. I’m counting down from 30 again and i need you hold it alll in like the precious girl you are,” he coos. It nearly makes you break. Before you can let out another whine or protest, you feel his fingers slipping inside your gummy walls almost too easily as your cunt welcomes him with an immediate clench around his fingers. He scissors them open again before shoving them deeper making your entire body lurch forward at the oversensitivity of his fingers prodding into your cunt.

The delicious torture starts again. His fingers curl upwards wiggling around inside you eliciting a wail of pleasure as your legs tense against his to no avail, his fingers massaging and rubbing against your poor needy cunt that’s been aching to cum. Your head is fuzzy, the faint smooth voice of your husband grounding you, the slow, maddening counts filling your head. “30….29..28, such a good girl, hm? 27…26……..25…24…” You can barely focus on his voice or the way he looks at you through the mirror, watching your body convulse under him as you try everything to resist cumming instantly, the overwhelming need to cum yet the tightening coil building in your tummy is slow.

You choke on your moan, pretty tears streaming down your face as you convulse against him. The squelches of your cunt is so loud that you would’ve been embarrassed if you were even the slightest bit more focused but kento is fucking you dumb! Suddenly at the 15th count mark, you hear a faint buzz of your pink vibrator that makes your eyes widen and has you thrashing against him. However, it does nothing but make him hold you tighter against his chest and flex his legs together while keeping yours even more spread. He attaches it to your clit and pounds you harder with his fingers. They prod and fuck into you deeper, no longer the curling motions or rubbing against your walls.

“Ngh-ah! Kenn!” you sob. “I-I needa- hnngh!- cum soo bad, puhplease! let me cum i-i can’t Kento,” you squeal out pathetically. “I don’t fucking care how bad you need it honey, hold it” he hums It nearly drives you mad when you hear him reach the 10 count mark. Maybe then, maybe, he would let you cum.

“6…..5…..4….3…2.. You better not cum,” he snaps as he thrusts his fingers into you deeper again making the dragging the 5 seconds out even more, setting your nerves aflame. The vibrator sending strong sensitive vibrations throughout your body down your legs. You can do nothing but sob against his grip, your thighs are clenched, eyes squeezed shut as you do everything in your body to keep it in. keep yourself from cumming. You hear him reach one and you’re oh so close to the release you need.

Unfortunately before he says 0, he removes his fingers out of your cunt with a ‘pop!’ and clicks the vibrator off. He tuts watching your slick run down his forearm as he watches the juices drip down his fingers, “so messy, angel” he tuts.

He watches as you tremble and cry against him in need. You couldn’t move your hands down to take the pleasure yourself more so even rub your thighs together for any friction with how your husband has them spread. All you can do is wail and cry from the frustration as Kento shushes you. Your body shudders, you never knew YOUR Kento could be this sadistic. You had expected to let you cum a while ago but he just wouldn’t budge. What’s worse? You can’t help but also enjoy this delicious torture, he’s been relentlessly teasing you like this for so long you’ve lost track of time.

You feel the burning sensation fizzing down as your cunt throbs with need as Kento runs his hands up and down your thighs. When he had deemed you rested long enough, he starts his torture again, instead from a final count of 10.

You almost cry out of relief but you’re so silly to think he’ll let you off so easily. The last 10 counts are torturous.

He starts off hard and fast. Calloused fingertips rubbing your clit in tight circles making your toes clench. That wasn’t all, he reaches with his other hand to insert not two, but thick three fingers inside you, stretching you out fully. The heat in your tummy building up so fast and overwhelming. He curls his fingers, reaching that sweet spot that you couldn’t even dream of reaching on your own. "There we go, angel, feel me," he murmurs in your hair, watching as your thighs begin to tremble again, "feel my fingers deep inside you. I know, baby, it’s so difficult to hold it yeah? but i know you can.”

You whine, gasping out, “Ken, too much!! can’t ngh—” your eyes roll back as you feel the fingers on your clit working harder and faster with the pistoning fingers of his other hand. No— more..!" You huffed through your tears.

You felt like you were going to burst. This time he didn’t stop you after 0. Worse, he kept going. He hears you pant and gasp against him trying to come down from the violent convulsions of your body from your orgasm but he wouldn’t let you go. The sharp piercing sensitivity becoming more brain numbing yet so so good. He drags it out for as long as possible to watch as you scream out so loudly all your neighbours would definitely file a complaint.

It really got too much but his fingers just kept rubbing and pinching and smacking against your sore and sensitive clit. You let out little whines of protests but it doesn’t do much :(

Instead, he gets up and carries you from the chair he had you spread open in front of the mirror to the bed instead where he continued to fuck you stupid and cock-drunk for him as you sniff and whimper. only for kento.

Oh, this was definitely not the last time this was happening.

synopsis: you challenge satoru to last 24 hours without touching you.

miyan’s notes: satoru you silly goose how could you even think you’d last???

contents: fluff, humor, teasing, light suggestiveness, satoru being miserable because he is a pathetic loser who lives to touch you

it starts with a dumb argument over who’s more clingy.

“you’re like a human magnet,” you say, flicking his forehead as he slouches over you on the couch. “you can’t go five minutes without touching me.”

gojo scoffs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “you’re one to talk. you get cold once and suddenly my body’s a personal heater.”

“that’s survival,” you reply coolly. “you, on the other hand, get withdrawal symptoms if we’re not physically attached.”

he pulls back, just slightly, to pout. “i’m affectionate.”

“you’re clingy.”

“pfft—i can totally go a whole day without touching you.”

“you’re not gonna last.”

gojo’s expression is scandalized. he places a hand on his chest like you’ve just wounded him. “excuse me?”

you shrug, arms folded. “you act like you’ve got god-tier self-control, but you can’t pass by me without touching me, poking me, flopping onto me like a giant cat—”

“not a cat,” he interrupts. “a majestic snow leopard, maybe.”

“still needy,” you reply, trying not to smile. “let’s test it, then. twenty-four hours. no touching me. at all.”

his eyes narrow. “you trying to kill me?”

you raise an eyebrow. “you said you’re the strongest, didn’t you?”

his expression shifts—eyes narrowing like he’s just been challenged to a duel. “fine. i’ll prove it.”

you blink. “seriously?”

he grins. “dead serious.”

hour 1 — 12:04pm

you find him in the kitchen, frowning at the fridge like it personally offended him. he doesn’t greet you with his usual backhug or whiny “babe~”. instead, he just says, “hi,” like a normal person.

you narrow your eyes. “you okay?”

he sniffs. “perfect. totally fine. unbothered. thriving.”

you take your time walking past him to grab a drink, brushing a little closer than necessary. his jaw tenses.

“you’re evil,” he mutters under his breath.

you sip your juice, smirking. “self-control, satoru.”

hour 3 — 2:14pm

he’s pacing around the living room, tossing grapes into his mouth and missing every other shot.

“you’re wasting perfectly good fruit,” you say.

“i’m burning nervous energy,” he replies, flinging another grape too high and catching it with his mouth at the last second. “you don’t realize how often i touch you. like—i go to tuck your hair behind your ear, or bump my foot into yours on the couch, and then i remember. the curse.”

you stifle a laugh. “it’s not a curse.”

“feels like one.”

he walks over to you, leans over dramatically until his face is inches from yours, and breathes, “you’re lucky i’m strong.”

“you’re lucky i’m not keeping score for how many times you almost touched me.”

hour 5 — 5:03am

“okay,” he says, bursting into the room with too much energy. “new plan. i have my infinity on, right? so technically i’m not touching you—”

“no.”

“what if i wrap myself in a blanket first?”

“still no.”

“what if you touch me?”

you squint at him. “are you begging?”

“i’m bargaining.”

you pat his head as you walk past. “stay strong, baby.”

he melts slightly under the touch before realizing. “wait—you touched me!”

you grin. “i never said i couldn’t.”

hour 6 — 6:00pm

dinner is suspiciously quiet.

you chew thoughtfully while gojo picks at his food, glancing at your hands resting on the table. you know he wants to hold them.

you twirl your fork and ask, “so what’s the hardest part so far?”

he groans. “you.”

“me?”

“you’re just so—soft and warm and mine. and now you’re sitting there looking all cute and i can’t even hold your stupid little hand.” he slumps back dramatically in his chair. “i feel like i’m mourning.”

you laugh. “mourning my touch?”

“yes. it’s tragic. i’m gonna die. shoko should do an autopsy on me tomorrow.”

“you’re so dramatic.”

“and you love it,” he says, flicking a grain of rice at you.

you flick one back. it hits his cheek and sticks.

you both lose it.

hour 9 — 9:22pm

you’re curled up on the couch with your legs tucked under you, scrolling through your phone, when you feel a stare. a heavy, unblinking, yearning stare.

you look up. satoru is lying upside-down on the other end of the couch, watching you like you’re a limited edition dessert behind a glass case.

“you’re gonna burn a hole through me.”

he groans. “you’re just so huggable. i don’t even want to do anything else, i just wanna lie on you like a warm weighted blanket.”

you close your phone and raise an eyebrow. “just lie?”

“okay maybe a lil kiss too,” he admits.

you grin. “well too bad. rules are rules.”

he rolls off the couch with a dramatic thud.

“you’ve ruined me,” he says to the ceiling, voice meek and void of life.

you walk over to crouch over him. “how?”

“i used to be a strong, independent man. now i can’t go a single day without your hand in mine.”

you snort. “you sound like a victorian woman writing a letter to her lover at war.”

he groans and covers his face. “please come hold me.”

hour 11 — 11:32pm

you’re brushing your teeth when he walks into the bathroom, shirtless, hair damp from a shower, a towel slung low on his hips.

you stare at him through the mirror. he stares back.

“you’re cruel,” he mutters. “you did this on purpose.”

you spit out your toothpaste, trying to keep a straight face. “what, you’re allowed to walk around half-naked, but i stretch once and it’s a war crime?”

“i’m suffering.”

“you’ve got thirteen hours left.”

he points at you with his toothbrush. “when that timer ends, i’m kissing you until we both forget our names.”

hour 12 — 00:03am

you’re in bed now, side by side, separated by a solid five inches of mattress space.

“how am i supposed to sleep when you’re right there and i can’t even wrap an arm around you?”

you sigh. “…fine.”

he perks up. “fine what?”

“i’ll let you imagine holding me.”

“i’ve been doing that all day.”

you snort.

he rolls over to face you, sighing so dramatically you almost laugh.

“…do you miss me?” he whispers.

you raise a brow. “i’m right here.”

“no. i mean, like—physically. touch-wise.”

you pause. and yeah. you kinda do. he is so full of love and your favourite thing to do is accepting that love in any form he gives it to you.

“…a little,” you admit softly.

he groans. “don’t say that. i already spent five minutes hugging my pillow and pretending it was you.”

you giggle, then roll onto your side. “you’re being very strong though. i’m proud.”

he closes his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips. “say that again.”

“i’m proud of you,” you whisper.

“…nghhgghghgh,” he moans, pulling the blanket over his head. “stop being cute. it’s killing me.”

hour 16 — 04:11am

you wake to soft murmuring. gojo’s talking in his sleep.

“…love you…mm…’s not fair…no touch…”

you blink blearily and shift. he’s curled around a pillow again, lips slightly parted, brows furrowed.

you almost feel bad. almost.

he reaches out instinctively, hand finding empty space.

“…baby?” he mumbles, still mostly asleep.

you whisper, “still here, toru.”

he sighs and smiles, dozing off again.

your chest squeezes a little. maybe you underestimated how touch-starved he gets. how physical affection isn’t just habit—it’s how he grounds himself. how he knows you’re safe, right there with him.

you scoot closer. not touching. but close.

he sleeps better after that.

so do you.

hour 21 — 9:01am

you wake up to see gojo sitting on the edge of the bed, hair wild, eyes bloodshot, sipping coffee like he’s seen war.

“good morning?”

he turns slowly. “did you know i dreamt about touching you? that’s how bad it’s gotten.”

you stretch with a yawn, your shirt rising up slightly.

he averts his gaze. barely.

“heartless.” he mumbles.

hour 23 — 11:03am

you’re both just sitting on the floor at this point. not talking. not moving. not doing anything but waiting for the final countdown.

he’s staring at the clock like it holds the key to salvation.

“you doing okay there, champ?” you tease.

“one more hour. one. more. hour,” he chants under his breath.

“you really couldn’t handle this being a regular thing, huh?”

he whips his head toward you, horrified. “don’t even joke about that. if you ever pull this again i will literally dissolve into sparkles.”

hour 24 — 12:04pm

the second the timer goes off, he pounces.

you squeal as he practically tackles you into the couch cushions—arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, sighing like a man finally breathing fresh air.

“oh my god,” he groans into your shoulder, breathing you in like oxygen. “finally. finally. i’m whole again.”

“thank god,” he mumbles, lips brushing your skin. “i thought i was gonna die.”

“you’re so pathetic,” you giggle, but your arms find their way around him too.

he pulls back, just enough to look at you. his eyes are soft, the blue in them glowing faintly in the dim room.

“i could never live without you, baby,” he murmurs, and then he’s kissing you—slow and deep, fingers sliding up your back like he can’t get enough.

he pulls back just enough to cup your cheeks and look into your eyes. his voice is a little softer now, more sincere. “i missed you. so much. never doing that again.”

you kiss him. and he kisses you back like he’s making up for every second he went without you.

you smile against his lips.

you’re swaying slightly in the doorway when nanami opens it, your coat half off your shoulders and your cheeks flushed a little too brightly.

“there you are,” he says gently, stepping forward to catch you just as you start to wobble toward him. “i was about to come get you.”

you blink up at him, eyes wide and a little dazed. then, suddenly, you grin.

“whoa,” you breathe, pressing your hand to his chest. “you’re… wow. you’re really handsome.”

nanami raises an eyebrow. “you’re drunk.”

“yeah,” you admit, nodding sagely. “drunk and lucky, apparently. do you—” you squint at him like you’re trying to see him better. “do you have a girlfriend?”

he lets out a quiet breath, something almost like a laugh, and takes off your coat. “no. i have a wife.”

your eyes go comically wide. “you’re married?”

“yes,” he says, amused now, “to you.”

you stare up at him, stunned—and then your face just lights up.

“really? i married you? holy shit. i did so good.”

you throw your arms around his neck without warning, nearly knocking both of you off balance, but he catches you easily, holding you close as you giggle into his shoulder.

“you’re so warm,” you mumble. “and strong. and you smell nice.”

he hums, steadying you with one arm while slipping his shoes off with the other. “come on, sweetheart. let’s get you to bed.”

“bed with my husband,” you say dreamily as he scoops you up. “i have the best husband. i think i’m in love with you.”

he carries you down the hall, voice quiet and fond. “good. because i’m very in love with you.”

you’re already falling asleep when he tucks you in, but you still manage to whisper, “i’d marry you again. like. right now.”

and nanami just smiles, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“i’d say yes.” he whispers back.

— 10:33, laying on toji’s back .

toji’s passed out on the couch, shirtless and warm and deliciously sprawled out like he owns the place—which he does, sort of. one arm hanging off the side, the other tucked beneath the pillow he’s face-first into. a low, half-snore rumbles out of his chest every now and then, just enough to let you know he’s really out.

you watch him from the doorway, a soft smile tugging at your lips. there’s something about him when he’s like this—unguarded, vulnerable in the most subtle way. the world can’t get to him here, not when he’s tangled in worn-out blankets and afternoon sunlight.

so you cross the room quietly, crawling up onto the couch and climbing over him until you’re lying flat on his back. warm. heavy. safe.

“mmmf—what the hell,” he mumbles into the pillow, voice hoarse and half-awake. “you tryna suffocate me?”

“you’re cozy,” you murmur, cheek resting between his shoulder blades.

he lets out a long sigh. grumbles something that sounds like “clingy brat,” but his hand slides back to grab your thigh and give it a gentle squeeze. he doesn’t push you off. doesn’t even shift, really. just melts back into the cushions like your body was always meant to be draped over his.

you trail lazy little circles over the bare skin of his back. he’s all firm muscle and scar tissue, warm and broad beneath your touch. a living furnace. your lips find the dip of his spine and you kiss it, featherlight.

he goes very still.

“…you tryna be cute or something?” he asks, gruff but quiet.

“just wanna kiss you, toji.”

you press another kiss higher, then another. right between his shoulders. he exhales through his nose, and you swear you feel his body soften under yours like he’s letting go of tension he didn’t even know he was carrying.

“you’re lucky i’m too tired to throw you off,” he mutters.

you laugh into his skin. “you like it.”

“i don’t,” he lies. absolutely does.

your kisses keep coming, slow and tender. one right below the nape of his neck, then another over the scar you know he hates but you love. your fingers curl around the edge of his shoulder, and he finally, finally sighs like he’s giving in.

“…feels nice,” he admits, barely audible.

you nuzzle into his back, body completely relaxed. he reaches up behind him and awkwardly pats at your hip until he finds a spot to rest his hand. just… holds you there. like he needs the weight. the warmth.

“you’re not goin’ anywhere, right?” he mumbles, more sleep than voice.

“nope.”

“…good.”

and he’s out.

completely dead to the world with your body stretched over his, your lips still resting on the bare skin of his spine, his rough hand gripping your thigh like an anchor.

and when he wakes up later, with drool on his shoulder and you still on top of him, he groans and says something like “gross,” but he doesn’t move. he just shifts a little to make you more comfortable and closes his eyes again.

monkey d love of my life

3rd years! 📸✌

tags: fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, cheesy proposal.

nanami knows he wants to marry you, but he’s always busy with work that he can never find the time to ask you properly to be his wife. it’s not until one night when you’re watching your little show on the tv in the living room and your boyfriend is sat on the couch, right by your feet with this big and confusing puzzle on the coffee table. you don’t pay much attention to it, very focused on finding out who is the killer in the episode of this season—until kento gently taps your leg.

“baby, have you seen a piece of my puzzle?”

you bring your arms out of the blanket you’re wrapped in to pause your episode and sit up on the couch.

“you lost a piece?”

“it must’ve fell—sorry my love, you must’ve been so focused on your show,” his rough hand gently rubs at your calf and you wave him off before removing your baby blue blanket.

“pshh, don’t be ridiculous baby,” you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, enjoying the way his stubble tickles your lips. “lemme help you find it.”

you fail to notice that nanami is barely making any effort to locate the missing piece, too busy craning your neck to look under the couch and when you finally find the puzzle piece, you show it to your boyfriend excitedly.

“there it is! I found it—“ as you inspect the piece, you find the word “you” written on the back, and kento nanami holding a gorgeous ring between his thumb and index finger, hand shaky as he stares down at you so lovingly.

“wha–kento?“

“when we first met, something in my life just changed. I didn’t know what it was at the time, maybe I was too scared to admit it—that you make me feel safe, loved. that you give me a purpose, a reason to be alive and to keep going. I was too scared that you,” he grabs your left hand and kisses the back of it. “were what my heart, my life was missing all along. my love, will you give me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

and when you look at the sticky note sitting above the puzzle it says “my heart” and you were holding a piece of it. the missing piece.

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WHEN THEY SNAP

contents: minors & ageless blogs dni, brat taming, mean men, dubcon, penetrative sex ( p in v ), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, spanking ( nanani ), dumbification ( nanani & sunday ), bondage & gagging ( sunday ), belly bulge ( sunday ), dacryphillia ( sunday & giyu ), clit slapping ( blade ), oral ( giyu ), possible spelling/grammar errors

pairing: various men x fem!reader

word count: 0.7k approx.

note: i jus’ know it’s always the reserved men who will absolutely destroy you in bed once they finally break (source: trust me 🙏) anyways, i’m pretty content with how this came out!

kento nanami who really does treat you well, but he’s only human, and his patience has a limit. you had been teasing him nonstop throughout the day, sending him so many lewd photos while he had to kill curses. to make matters worse, he also had to deal with his coworker, gojo, who wouldn’t stop teasing him. it’s an understatement to say that he came home upset, though with the way he just tossed his things on the ground and grabbed you off the couch, his frustration was quite obvious.

that night, he made sure you learned your lesson. he had you bent over his lap as he delivered spank after spank onto your ass, making it completely red. and after, he made sure to stuff you full of his cock. he pounded you senseless, forcing any semblance of a coherent thought out of your head so that you couldn’t even think of being a brat. by the end of the night, he made sure your pussy was leaking with cum and that you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

sunday who is maintains control both in and outside of the bedroom, while he can ‘make love’ to you, he can also fuck you just as well. whether it was because you were being a brat, or he just needed to relieve his stress, he’s not nice about it. despite usually being patient, any semblance of restraint is thrown out the window when it comes to you. he knows it’s a big stretch but he really needs to release his frustration. after all that he does for penacony and just you in general, you’re going to be so rude as to deny him this? c’mon you’re a big girl, he knows you can take it.

he has your hands and your mouth gagged as he fucks his cock into you, a bulge forming at your abdomen each time he thrusts into you. his tone never falters, always sounding smooth and honey like despite having you crying on his cock—he thinks you look so pretty with tear-stained cheeks as he pumps his cock in and out of your creamy cunt. but his praise is condescending. despite telling you how good you’re doing, he calls you such mean names, belittling you down to just a dumb slut at his mercy.

blade who decides that since you’re deciding to act like a brat, he’ll treat you as such. he does not play games when it comes to punishments, he makes you regret being so bratty. he edges you with his fingers first, continuously curling his digits against that spongey spot until you’re about to cum, and then stoping. by the time he’s lining himself up with your entrance, your cheeks are tear-stained and your makeup is all runny as you sniffle. awh, why are you crying? isn’t this what you wanted when you decided to start acting out?

he has you split apart on his cock, making you sob out his name over and over. his tip hits your g-spot with each thrust, and you gush all over his cock for the nth time that night. but even this isn’t enough, and he delivers harsh slaps to your puffy clit, sending a jolting sensation through your drenched core. by the end of the night, you’re completely worn out—and you need new sheets.

giyu tomioka who knows he needs to be firm, otherwise you won’t learn your lesson. the less you fight it, the easier it’ll be. he does feel a bit bad, he hates seeing you cry, but he also knows he needs to stand his ground or you’ll never learn. if you just learn your lesson now, he won’t have to do this again! just be a good girl for him let him use your mouth—though that’s a lot easier said than done considering his size. he’s oblivious to how big he is, so of course he tells you to just get it over with.

he wipes the salty tears that prick at the corners of your eyes with a gentle swipe of his thumb, and he mutters out what is meant to be apologies. most of it is butchered by the groans he lets out as he bucks his hips up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. every time you choke on his cock, he does feel bad, but he also can’t stop when you look so pretty with your pink lips wrapped around his cock and makeup running down your face. he’s practically whimpering about how sorry he is along with how good you feel and what a good job you’re doing for him.

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LMFAOAIAI

Camp counselor! Katsuki is a senior counselor who’d come to camp every year until he turned fourteen. A junior counselor at seventeen. Now he’s twenty three, a senior counselor for years, and he doesn’t plan on quitting anytime soon.

Camp counselor! Katsuki takes you under his wing. You’d been a senior counselor at a different camp the previous summer, so you had a lukewarm grip on how things work, but he showed you the lay of the land, so to speak. Introduced you to the kids that return to All Might’s Mighty Warriors each year, to the friends / other counselors he’d grown up with — a.k.a. Eijirou, Izuku, Denki, even Shouto.

Camp counselor! Katsuki is stunning from the moment you meet him. Blonde hair shining in the hot summer sun, glowing like an angel. Skin sun kissed and smooth, only pale beneath the straps of his tank top, tan lines obvious and dizzying if he shifts the right way. You wonder how far below his shorts those tan lines go.

Camp counselor! Katsuki is firm, a tough love kind of man. He also lifts the kids spirits, encouraging them and giving constructive feedback when they need his help. They hang on every word, hero worship like you wouldn’t believe. He loves them too, though. He does the same for you, and it’s easy to understand with every fiber of your being why they look at Katsuki with stars in their eyes.

Camp counselor! Katsuki participates in every. single. activity. He’s competitive as all hell, and as much as the kids complain he’s doing too much, they secretly love it. Katsuki swims with them, he plays sand volleyball, basketball, tag — even arts and crafts. There’s nothing he won’t do.

Camp counselor! Katsuki is serious about sunscreen and skin protection. He gathers the kids every two hours to reapply. When you ask Katsuki to get your back he smirks. “Atta girl,” he praises, motioning for you to spin. “Can’t have a pretty thing like you burnin’ up, can we?” When his fingers untie the swimsuit knot at the nape of your neck blood rushes to your cheeks. Katsuki doesn’t miss a spot. He lathers it across your back, your shoulders, the nape of your neck. You return the favor and almost pass out.

Camp counselor! Katsuki loves s’mores. After all the kids have gone to bed, he sits at your side by the fire, thigh to thigh. Stories of his past camp experiences mingle with the crackle of fire and the song of cicadas. He assembles enough s’mores for a lifetime. The other counselors join, reminiscing with stories of their own. At some point your temple ends up on Katsuki’s shoulder, fingers intertwined. You go to bed with smoke scented hair and the memory of sweet, sticky lips pressed to yours.

Camp counselor! Katsuki writes his number on your palm before on the last day. He keeps in touch throughout the year, and by the time next summer rolls around, you wear the title of his girlfriend in your heart and senior counselor on your name tag.

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JUST FOR YOU (6.2K)

— viking!bakugou x f!reader

synopsis: your childhood best friend also known as your tailor comes to visit! bakugou doesn’t trust him at all.

warnings: 18+ content, minors don't interact, ageless blogs don't interact, female reader, referred to: (baby, my lady), arranged marriage, lovey dovey, 69, unprotected sex, fingering (f), p to v, chief kink lol, whole load of kissing, big three: (angst, fluff, smut), jealousy, mentions of violence, viking themes are light and inspired, modern language.

notes: PART FIVE to FOR YOU MY VIKING BKG SERIES!! can be read as a standalone. if there’s typos this was a one man job! thank u kanye for that one line, i had to steal it. lets go girls.

forget everything you said before. fiancé, almost wed life, was fun. dreamlike. a fantasy come to life. your fiancé, head chief of your new village bakugou katsuki, or to you, ‘ki, drags you into the warm cocoon of his arms all while being half asleep.

“dunno what you’re dreamin’ about to somehow find your way out of my arms,” the chief grunts, deep and musky. you inhale the junction between his neck and shoulder, muffling a giggle in his skin. his newly scarred arm wraps around your waist and you can feel every bump and groove of his body against you. him sleeping naked and you in one of his old cotton tunics does that.

“i’m dreaming about you, chief.”

bakugou feels you smiling, the tilt of your voice at his title. he pinches your side, making you yelp though there’s nowhere to go in his arms.

“here we go with the chief shit. you want my dick this early?”

his words are so harsh, rough but make your insides tingle all the same. you rock your body against his and there’s no hiding how he’s feeling.

“it feels like you want me this early actually.”

when you start to wriggle in his arms, bakugou loosens his grip, letting you shift to sit on his lower stomach. you love his gaze on you. ruby eyes study your bare shoulder from where his tunic dropped, the slope of your neck, your bare hips from where the fabric sits. you don’t need him to say he adores you because you can feel it.

“aren’t i lucky to marry you.”

it’s not a question, a statement. he bites down on his bottom lip, dragging it slowly between his teeth then letting it go. you run your hands over his bare chest at the same time large rough palms sit on your thighs. you sigh at the sight of the bandage on his left forearm.

“does it still hurt?”

bakugou glances down at his arm like he forgot he was even injured.

“nothin’ hurts when you’re near me.”

you roll your eyes and he squeezes your hips in response, rocking you slightly onto his cock. he presses between your ass cheeks, your next breath shaky.

“c-can you just be honest with me? we should get it checked out again today so it doesn’t get infected.”

his cock twitches, the left corner of his mouth rising.

“i’ve never lied to you—,”

“you did last week when you said there were no cinnamon buns left in the bakery.”

“that wasn’t a lie if i brought them all back home. is it, princess?”

“but—,”

“nuh-uh. none in the bakery wasn’t a lie ‘cause there wasn’t.” two hands drag you by the hips back and forth over his cock. just the feeling of him between your legs makes you hum though when his head brushes your clit, your whole body buzzes.

“tell me i’m not a liar, princess.”

his voice is smooth, butter melting over pancakes. you feel him thickening. you’re chasing the pleasure trying to flick your hips but he’s in control. it feels like he’s in control of your lips too when you say, “you’re not a liar.”

your eyes fall shut and you can’t help but lean forward to arch your back, hands pressing into the pillow on either side of his head.

“f-fuck,” you moan, your centre warm with a desire to be filled. if he’d just let you lift your hips, you could slide him right inside, “ki, i want you.”

“i know you do, baby,” his hand caresses your cheek, lifting your head to slot your mouth against his. his tongue slides into your mouth and it’s so overwhelming. your nose nudges against his and you practically inhale each other, licking as much as you can of him.

he does it without too much movement, that if you didn’t want it so bad you wouldn’t have noticed. your hips lift an inch before you sink down onto your fiancé.

you sigh into his mouth, cradling his head with your forearms. “oh i needed this.”

“you had this yesterday,” his chuckle surrounds you, sexy and loving.

you flick your hips up and down, chasing whatever feels good. in response, it makes him feel good too with the inescapable speed his hips match yours with.

“so?”

your place your lips on his neck, licking and sucking down on a spot. his neck is the most sensitive, he didn’t need to tell you for you to find out. it’s not too soon before his pace quickens, the wooden bed frame slamming against the wall. you guys have never cared for the noise since you’re on the top floor.

“you’re fuckin’ bliss, princess,” he grumbles, pulling you from his neck back onto his mouth.

his favourite, coming while his tongue is down your throat.

your breath is shaky, your hips jolting as electricity shoots through your limbs. it’s heavenly, the sides of him pressing against your walls, the feeling of your lover coming inside you too.

bakugou’s trembling through his orgasm, still trying to kiss you through it before giving into his release.

“ugh, fuck.”

he’s too sensitive, you can tell when he starts to get twitchy so you slowly roll off him.

“we needa get you off those herbs, lemme put a baby in ya,” bakugou mumbles, wiping the thin layer of sweat off his forehead. you snuggle into his side, ignoring the wetness between your legs for the time being.

“okay, man who’s life isn’t going to be frozen for nine months and life will change forever after. give me a few years,” you laugh breathlessly, sitting up to pull off your tunic from the heat.

eyes float over your chest and you’re addicting. bakugou presses kisses on the tops of your breasts.

“i know, i know,” he whispers and you brush the blonde strands drooping onto his forehead back. his ruby eyes get darker in such intimate times, meeting yours in a mutual ground. “just lookin’ forward to our life together.”

you hum but a smile breaks out nevertheless. “so cute. you like me that much!”

now you’re greeted with rolled eyes but not for too long until his lips circle your nipple. your back arches instantly, your breath hitching.

“like? yeah, i like you so much,” he deadpans, not giving you a chance to reply before finding your nipple again and sucking hard.

moans ripple out your mouth, “you’re gonna make me—,”

“chief? my lady?” three knocks shake the room and bakugou’s “hah?” leaves him without control.

your house staff rarely ever get onto your and bakugou’s floor, so this must be an emergency? you sit up abruptly and bakugou lifelessly falls back on the bed beside you in a huff.

“y-yes?” your body hears for a whole other reason. did they hear everything? oh god.

“just to remind you both, my lady’s guest will be arriving in a few moments if their travels have gone to plan.”

“oh my god, i forgot all about that! yes, we will be out in a sec!” you call.

bakugou’s still groaning, “will we be?”

you shove his side but he barely moves, taking hold of your hand. “we’re still gonna visit the doctor for your arm.”

“yes, my lady.”

what you have forgotten to tell your fiancé was how your old villages dress tailor was absolutely in love with you. bakugou was expecting an old man to walk through those doors. instead he finds that imaginary man’s son, around the same age as you both, smiling like he’s been blessed with fresh meat from a raid.

your presence does make one feel like that though. especially with how you look, freshly showered, a simple white flowy dress on, smelling like this new lavender honey soap he stole from a few towns over. you practically jump in this man’s arms and there’s not a second where this man isn’t touching you.

arms around your waist, then holding your forearms, then your hands.

“benji! i didn’t think i’d be seeing you today! where’s your father?” until you take a step back in shock, “why are you taller and so… muscular?”

you’re that close with him? bakugou’s met a few of your friends and this 6 foot, well built, floppy haired guy was not included. he doesn’t even realise he’s grinding on his molars with his eyes fixated on this man, benji’s, fucking hands.

when you think back to old benji, or actually younger benji, you remember a scrawny haired kid. skinny and not yet built for his body. shy smiles when you’d see his father for a fitting or when he’d come to your home to deliver a dress. that nervous cute boy is definitely not who is before you. his clothes fit him tightly in a purposeful way, definition in his biceps and even his neck is thicker. he’s not as big as your fiance but he’s definitely on the way to it. you can’t stop looking him up and down.

“father caught a cold, nothing too serious!” he exclaims once your eyes find his again. the old benji’s blush paints his cheeks at your attention. bakugou’s sure if he left the room this loser would try and put moves on you. brown eyes gazing all over your face like he’s trying to find what’s changed since you left, “so i’m sorry to say you’re stuck with me for this fitting.”

you laugh, your cute airy one that makes bakugou feel warm, “stuck! definitely not stuck with the best tailor villages have seen for years.”

benji’s fucking eyes twinkle and bakugou thinks that’s enough, stepping forward to remind everyone he’s fucking here too.

you lean back into your fiancé, benji’s hands falling from yours, “benji, this is katsuki, my fiancé! he looks mean but trust me he’s a teddy bear.”

you seem to forget that he’s only like that with you because bakugou is only staring at this man with pure warning, playing out in his head taking this guy in a fight. he’d win with no weapons. his jaw is gritted, chains around his neck and just a normal shirt. bakugou looks a little terrifying not even in his chief clothing.

benji nods at bakugou with a little bow. he half laughs, “i don’t think i get first name privileges, right?”

“yes!” “no.”

you and bakugou say at the same time. you glance up at him with a frown and bakugou avoids your gaze still trying to work out this benji, who’s going to be touching all over your body for the sake of measurements.

“nice to meet you, chief. we’ve all missed yn back home.”

bakugou wants to snap, she’s at home here and doing perfectly fuckin’ fine without you. but benji hasn’t said anything rude or wrong. anyone would miss you. he misses you when he wakes up before you.

so he sticks to silence, just a nod in response.

he respects how this guy holds eye contact with him and keeps this polite demeanour, or whatever the fuck he’s doing. small smile and bright eyes before locking eyes with you and both get bigger. bakugou hates this guy.

“okay well. i was planning on taking you around for a tour of the village for a catch up and then we can get back here to start measuring? i’m sure i’m different now with all the food i’ve been eating here, i can take you to the bakery!” you turn to bakugou, finger hooking with his, “do you wanna come too?”

he wants to, to monitor this guy. make sure he’s not acting stupid around you and looking at you like he looks at you and— bakugou huffs internally. he trusts you.

“nah, you guys go. i’ve got shit to go through here. bring me back an blueberry tart, yeah?”

he ducks down for your lips to meet his cheek but he’s not taking any chances, gripping your chin to press his lips to yours. you’re a fool for your fiancé, forgetting anyone else is in the room on an average day when he touches you. your body presses against his, hands gripping his shirt as your head tilts to fit his. you taste like minty toothpaste and you find some apple on his tongue from one he devoured while walking down the stairs.

then it’s an embarrassing switch of you pulling away abruptly because you remember your audience. you look like a deer in headlights, about to apologise when benji, who’s shuffling on his feet, says, “married life, ey?”

“not yet!”

“i see.”

bakugou sees the twinkle in this stupid man’s eye again. just because there’s no wedding ring around your finger, he thinks he can just slither in. fuck no.

“c’mon, let’s go before they run out of blueberry tarts,” he grins.

bakugou bites his tongue. if it were anyone else all hell would have broke loose, the blade he keeps at his waist would be at this man’s neck. he could even take him out with a single punch at his temple. though, he doesn’t because you press a lasting kiss to bakugou’s cheek, whispering, “see you later, gorgeous.”

you don’t get to see your friends often, you moved villages for him. most of all he trusts you with his life and you can take care of yourself if anything happens.

“see you baby.”

he watches you and this new guy walk out his home in bubbling conversation and laughter.

bakugou trusts you!! he trusts you so much. he trusts you. he just doesn’t trust that guy. not at all and not even a little. though he doesn’t think he’d wanna face you if he gets caught following behind you both and you need to have a life outside of him. just not with benji.

so when the door slams shut, just knowing you’re nearby makes bakugou feel a whole lot better.

“home!”

“i didn’t think the blueberry tart would be that nice.”

that fucking guy.

“in here!” bakugou shouts and soon enough he hears your footsteps getting louder.

he’s sat at his grand round table alone, massive brown map before him with piles of books messily scattered. he’s got a pot of ink and his pen, making chicken scrawl notes for his next raid.

you slip through the door, the scent of sugared ginger filling his room made for conversations about bloodshed. there’s flowers in your hair, probably from the village kids and you’re practically dancing into the room. green streaks from grass are across the bottom of your skirt and you’re holding what looks like a pie wrapped in red gingham cloth.

“hello my lover,” you smile and bakugou hums with warmth.

you slide the pie on the table before wrapping your arms around his neck from the back. you press your cheek against his and bakugou holds your forearm.

“got you a blueberry pie, jennie said this is her new recipe and wanted her chief to taste it.” you say into his ear, pressing a kiss onto his cheek.

“thanks princess,” bakugou scrunches his nose, “how was your… catch up? how long you’ve known him for?”

he’s trying, he’s trying to sound normal. level headed. completely under control.

you laugh though and he knows he’s failed, “good! known his family all my life. his father’s made all my family’s clothes.”

bakugou huffs, “don’t fuckin’ like him.”

jealousy. your first time seeing it on him so you’re eating it up. “why?”

“he’s in love with you. all touchy, makin’ jokes. probably knows a bunch of shit about you i don’t,” bakugou runs a finger along the rough edge of his map. he’s not insecure, there’s nothing for him to be insecure about. the strongest, most feared man anybody has come across. until it comes to you.

“i don’t think he’s in love with me and he knows the old me. you’re gonna know me now and every version of me to come. right?”

bakugou sighs, pulling you into his arms. you’re glowing compared to him, sinking and gloomy. shiny eyes, glossy lips and your fingers scratching at his beard.

“yeah,” is all he says staring down at you. he licks his lips, “thanks for my pie.”

“no problem, gorgeous. i’m gonna go now, get measured.”

“he’s gonna see you naked?”

“well in my underwear.” you adjust to wiggle out of his grip.

bakugou groans loudly, “you couldn’t have had a female tailor? you know, like the average woman?”

“hey, if the man’s good at his job,” you shrug.

“and in love with you. another man who’s in love with you will be seeing you naked. fuck,” bakugou throws his head back on his chair, closing his eyes. he can literally feel his blood boil in his veins.

“not naked! again, in my underwear and he won't even be touching me, just with the tape!” you laugh, “and he’s not in love with me but if it bothers you so much you can sit with us?”

bakugou groans again, “nah, i can’t. i sound fuckin’ crazy. i don’t own you.”

“i am yours though,” you grin, backing up to leave. you’re holding onto the door ready to slip out.

“you are and i’m yours too,” he looks over at you, leaning back in his chair with a defeated raise of his brow. his arms are tense resting on his arm rests, showing in his beige fabric vest.

“that you are, gorgeous.”

bakugou can’t help it. he couldn’t concentrate on his work with the gnawing imagery of fucking benji touching you while you giggle away about something he should be hearing. and also he’s the chief, this is his village, he can do what he wants. so whilst wiping blueberry tart crumbs off his face, bakugou stomps towards the sound of melodic laughs and stupid quiet mumbles.

it’s a sight that if he wasn’t already prepared, would make bakugou switch into an immediate red rage. he’s not an animal but sometimes he’s trained to act like one however he knows this isn’t the time. especially when your eyes light up at his presence.

you’re in your simple baby blue laced trimmed underwear with this fucking man kneeling down at your feet, measuring your… ankles? what the fuck. benji has the measuring tape in his hand, paired with a pencil tucked behind his ear. bakugou notices a flash of alarm pass through benji’s eyes before trying to relax. bakugou can tell the guy can’t completely settle now he’s here. guess the chief thing has got some power.

“hey baby, have you finished the last plan?” you ask sweetly, standing up straighter by placing your hands on your hips.

you’re so beautiful. everyone knows it and bakugou knows you’d let him gaze over your body. your soft breasts and thighs. your smooth skin, highlighted against the blue and you’re standing so confidently, like you should. clearly comfortable with them both in the room.

bakugou grunts in reply, “yeah, think we’re gonna hold the chief captive. shove his staff in a room, don’t think he’s got too many. then knife to the throat, if all goes well.”

“if all goes well?”

bakugou glares down at benji, the look of alarm back through his eyes for a whole other reason. it’s like the words spilled out of him without realising though he won’t take back his surprise. he locks eyes with bakugou before jotting down some numbers in his notebook.

has he forgotten the respect which comes to talking to a chief in their village? does bakugou look like a fool? you don’t pay any mind though, breaking off a corner of a croissant and popping it in your mouth.

“it’s a fuckin’ raid. i’m not sure what you’re sayin’ here.” bakugou’s coaxing, curious for the reply.

“i know, chief. just is the violence necessary?”

bakugou laughs, loud yet lacking humour. what’s even more amusing is how you laugh too yet humour coats yours. benji looks between you both in confusion before wrapping his measuring tape around your thigh.

the sight has bakugou’s blood run hot. like his hands weren’t touching you there earlier. fuck, has he always been so possessive?

“how do you think your village gets shit? by sitting on their fuckin’ hands and waitin’?”

“we make deals.” then in a much lower tone, “i guess selling our ladies isn’t much better.”

there’s a pause in the room from you and your fiancé. frozen for a second before staring at each other. you in a ‘did he really just say that?’ and him in a ‘what the actual fuck?’

“what the fuck—,”

but bakugou’s voice means nothing to how you abruptly step back out of benji’s grasp. you’d think the switch in tension would urge you to cover up but you stand there as tall as ever with a seething glare.

“i wasn’t sold by anybody, benjamin. you didn’t think you were coming here to save me were you? is that what all the talk about how everyone misses me back home and you got a new horse was about?”

bakugou can’t help the “fuckin’ prick” that leaves his throat.

“your father gave you to a chief for a deal we won’t get raided,” benji replies, “if you weren’t a trade, what were you?”

you’re in stunned silence from all the things you can say. but benji takes that as a chance to continue, “you had dreams, yn! when we were little we wanted to travel, you wanted to study and you never wanted to marry! i know you wouldn’t want to marry a savage like that!”

benji’s pointer finger whips out to point at bakugou who raises an angry eyebrow. bakugou knows when to step in when you’re involved though he can’t help make the easy manoeuvre of yanking benji’s arm behind his back in a painful and awkward position.

benji yelps as he’s held against bakugou’s chest. “knew there was somethin’ fuckin’ weird with you.”

a few months ago, bakugou would have completely believed what benji said. felt shit about himself, believe you were forced to be by his side. but you’ve both been through that and it’s in the past. the only person who needs to know the truth is his him and you though apparently there’s a confused saviour in his hands.

you, on the other hand, squint at your childhood friend like he’s stupid. you let the man wiggle in bakugou’s grasp who holds him effortlessly despite his bruised arm.

“yn, please. we can go back together, say he was hurting you. i know he’s probably done worse,” benji spits out.

still in your underwear, you cross your arms and cock out a hip to stand comfortably.

“benji, i’m sorry but you’re sadly mistaken. did you not listen to anything i said during our walk or were you just fixated on your little plan to save me from my big bad husband?” you do a cocky pout at him, “i didn’t want to marry anybody at thirteen! though honestly, if i met katsuki then i probably would have.”

bakugou chuckles genuinely, chest bouncing as he grips benji even tighter. together, you ignore the annoying man’s yelps.

“to make this clear if i want to leave i can and i definitely wouldn’t need your help. katsuki is a dream and i am absolutely and devotedly in love with him, get that through your skull.” you sigh, another man who underestimates you. “you always loved making up stories that weren’t true.”

“i love you too,” bakugou chips in.

benji blinks rapidly, giving up on fighting out of bakugou’s grip. “i-i read about this in a book! they call it stockholm syndrome, when—,”

you hold out a hand, “i know what stockholm syndrome is and this isn’t the same circumstance. my life is beautiful here, if you listened at all to me on our walk you’d know. i love the people, my home, my husband. helping out, going on raids, a future family and yes benji, going to study too.”

weirdly, benji roars. it’s so out of character it makes you jump and bakugou snaps into action by shoving benji’s front into a wall so he can’t move.

“i was really looking forward to my new dresses.”

“i’ll find you a better tailor. i know one a good one few villages across.”

benji fights bakugou’s grip but he’s practically stuck between two walls now.

“yn, please. i can love you better than him.”

bakugou lifts him from the wall before pushing him against it again. “you can’t.”

you’re devastated, your childhood long friendship crumbling before you. benji’s wild eyes are trying to find yours, relate to something only you both know but you’re finding it hard to locate. he doesn’t know you anymore. you yank a tunic off the table to cover yourself up.

“go home, benji. don’t come back here and don’t visit me when i see my family.”

you sound as dejected as benji looks, eyes drooping and shoulders dropping. he looks nothing like how he did when you saw him last or even this morning. bakugou mumbles something in his ear before letting him go and suddenly, benji is shorter. smaller. creases in his clothes and his hair a sweaty mess.

“fine but if you ever need me, you know where i am.”

“i won’t.”

“leave now before i kill you.” bakugou states bored and everyone in the room is sure he’ll follow through.

two of bakugou’s men appear in the doorway, ready to escort benji out though bakugou thinks for a moment before following behind them.

bakugou finds you less than ten minutes later, sitting on the floor with your legs bent. you’re clearly in deep thought, lifting your head to your lover, “did you break his legs?”

bakugou nods, scrambling to sit on the floor beside you too. he’s uncharacteristically crossed legged to match how you’re feeling and your heart sings.

“nothing permanent just enough to not walk for a month.”

you smile but your voice is a sigh, “guess everyone is going to be talking about that then. yn’s brutal chief fiancé just broke poor benji’s legs.”

bakugou takes your hand in both of his, lifting to kiss your wrist. “i like the sound of that.”

bakugou’s smile makes you smile. you shake your head, “you know what i mean. i hate how everyone thinks i can’t handle you and i don’t care usually but how does everyone back home see me as so weak? especially, benji! i literally was in raids that got them food and fabric on his back!”

bakugou’s heart leaps in his chest. before he was the same, underestimating you. not believing you could handle his life, the violence and pain. but he knows better now. you’re shaking, chest heaving and bakugou is yet to see you cry. he’s never around people crying not because of him. he opens up his arms and you harshly throw your hand up. “no, i’m not about to cry.”

your voice cracks on the last syllable so bakugou shoves you in his arms anyway. your head rests on his shoulders as his arms circle you.

“it’s okay, baby,” he mumbles.

“i know. i love it here and i love you. of course, it’s okay,” your voice is a watery mess and bakugou laughs. “just wanted new dresses.”

“i’ll get you some. tell me more about him.”

“benji? i could tell you hated him when i introduced him.” you wipe your nose on bakugou’s tunic. he doesn’t care.

“wanted to kill him, still do. okay, tell me about you when you were thirteen.”

you shuffle so you’re sat comfortably in his lap, legs over his thighs, your hand running up his arm.

“you first.”

bakugou huffs but it’s always give and take with you. “i was stupid and smart at the same time. smarter than everyone else but not as smart as i thought i was. got into trouble sneaking into other villages but mostly to just observe how other people lived. got into fights loads, couldn’t handle my own temper. my father was a soft chief, everyone wondered how i was his offspring but only because they never met my mother. she was everything.”

bakugou pauses. “i wish i could have met them,” you whisper.

“i wish you could’ve too,” then he grunts, “your turn.”

“i got into my fair share of fights too,”

“adorable.” you frown at your lover who still grins at you, “everythin’ you do is gonna be adorable to me. face it or leave.”

you put your hand in his face in defiance though he just kisses your palm.

“i loved studying and reading. sitting in with my father and his men. cooking with our servants but mostly eating. i was close to benji, he’d come with his father to alter and deliver new clothes. our parents would let us play together because they respected his father.” you shrug, “he didn’t know all of me even then. i never told him what i knew about raids because he always seemed too kind for that type of violence. he wouldn’t have understood.”

you look up and bakugou who’s hanging onto every word. “that’s why we do what we do. so our people don’t have to.”

you bite down on your lip and nod. he’s all warm and cosy, your new definition of home. you hold eye contact for as long as possible before his caramel scent drags you in for a kiss. at first it’s just a press of lips. connecting to one before you start shifting around on his lap. bringing one leg to the other side of his waist. chest to chest, legs around his waist. your centre pressed directly against his hardness.

you cock a brow and your handsome chief fiancé shrugs, “you’re beautiful and sittin’ on me.” and that’s enough of a reason.

you tighten your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist without a sliver of air inbetween. then lastly, your lips lock with open mouths. pants and moans and flicks of your hips. calloused hands rub your sides then over your ass, squeezing each cheek with just the right amount of pain that you sigh against his tongue. you’re sucking on him, tilting your head for the best angle as your hands grip at his shirt then his hair. your nipples harden and the friction against your underwear and his rough slacks has you feeling equal parts hopeless and hopeful yet completely needy.

“and people think you can’t fuckin’ handle me. wanna prove them wrong for me, princess?” his hand only leaves your ass to scrape his hair off his forehead and you’re mush for him.

you feel like the human version of unscrewing a tight jar of jam. before you get to dip your finger in the sweetness, you have the sweet release of simply opening the jar. the offer he gives to do anything to him. the pop has you straightening your spine and nodding.

“yes,” you sniff and you’re sure you must look like a kitten begging for a treat with blown out pupils. “lay back for me.”

bakugou does what he’s told, but not before yanking off his shirt and grabbing a pillow off the nearest chair to stuff it behind his head.

“is this my life now? wantin’ to murder anybody who looks at you?” his voice is a grumble laced with arousal as you shuffle to pull off the shirt you threw on earlier. back in your baby blue underwear. you decide to keep it on.

“only when they want to take me away from you,” you whisper, touching his jaw with the tips of your fingers and laying two pecks on his lips.

he’s greedy though, going in again for more.

“i can promise you that. nobody’s gonna be takin’ you away from me.” the words float between both your lips and the next kiss confirms it in a promise.

“good,” is all you remember to say. then, “don’t hate me, i want to try a new position.”

bakugou raises an eyebrow though lets you do as you please.

you rotate around so your back is to him and his length is right before you. you’re quick to shuffle down his trousers and he lifts his hips to help you.

“prefer seein’ your face,” he only mumbles because as much as that’s true he does enjoy your ass bouncing in his face.

you only laugh, your mouth is about to start watering any second. your husb— fiancé, is stunning. fucking everywhere. he’s leaking already, thick, hard and intimidating. you run your finger along a particularly hard vein. he twitches.

“babe, no.”

he’s stern like he’s reprimanding you but the way his hips lean into your touch tell a different story.

“shush katsuki,” is all you mumble as you slide your ass back so you’re sitting on his collarbones and you lean forward to take him all in your mouth.

it makes you sigh in relief. he’s only got his hands on your calves but him in your mouth makes you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. you never thought you’d become a woman who wants to please a man but you guess that was before you met bakugou.

“f—fuck,” he stutters and you can imagine his face right now. eyes clenched shut, biting down on his bottom lip and looking completely beautiful. “you’re so good to me baby.”

the praise has you rolling, literally. you bob your head up and down, just how he likes. it’s noisy and a little messy. sucking when you get to the top and hollowing out your cheeks. if he asks you won’t admit you’re doing this completely for yourself, maybe to prove you can handle him. the jolts of his hips down your throat. even the fact your gag reflex seems to disappear around him. a couple chokes here and there but nothing you can’t handle.

until two hands find your ass and your privates are against a wet warm tongue.

you pull him out your mouth immediately, your forehead landing on his hip. your hips aren’t yours anymore, grinding on your fiancé’s face for any bit of the golden pleasure that warms you.

“oh, oh,” is all you manage.

“keep my cock in your mouth or you’re not comin’,”

“mean,” a slap lands on your ass, “hey! i didn’t say no!”

then there’s a grunt before lips circle your clit, bakugou’s way of ending the conversation and you welcome it.

it’s loud and wet. loud mostly from you moaning on his dick and then him jolting every time you do. he doesn’t need to add any fingers since you’re doing more than perfectly fine every time his tongue traces your hole and prods inside.

you’re in heaven, everything that happened earlier completely forgotten. it’s nothing in this moment of time.

especially when bakugou, pulls your pussy off his face to breathe and warn you, “i’m gonna come, baby.” like you couldn’t tell already. you just push your hips back onto his face to silence him.

he huffs a laugh, “okay, okay.”

you keep your hand circled at his base, another lightly squeezing at his balls. you keep breathing out your nose as you do a particularly long suck just at the same time he does to your clit. you don’t need to announce you’re close too, he knows.

as soon as you release your jaw, he lets go. shooting down your throat which you completely lap up. bakugou grips each ass cheek harshly as he does, his mouth losing all meaning as he comes, hanging open stupidly.

that’s fine as him coming only makes you come. your body shaking as heat ripples through you.

“fuck,” he spits and when his mind starts to clear, he pushes two fingers inside of you.

you yelp in surprise, pulling him out your mouth, “oh my—,”

he jabs them in and out with a skill you don’t even possess on yourself. his fingers curl to rub against your walls and it all makes your orgasm grow. it attacks your body, making you unsure whether to push back onto him or run away.

you’re not in the right state to wipe your mouth as you make a sound you never knew you could.

it’s a mix between a squeak and scream before you roll out of his grip to lay beside him on the ground. chest heaving, sweaty with dried substances on your face. no better way to be.

bakugou sits up first to look down at you. he licks the corner of his thumb to clean up your face.

“missed your face,” he breathes and you genuinely believe him. three words said in a relieved exhale. “beautiful.”

you’re unsure why it makes you shy, especially after just having his dick down your throat. he ducks down to kiss you and you accept it immediately. you taste yourself on his tongue and you’re sure he tastes himself too.

“missed you too.” the only right thing to say at this moment.

“fuck, we’re so soppy,” he chuckles, refusing to look away from your eyes. it’s so intimate, his naked body beside you, his fingers finding yours and linking softly.

you hold his cheek in your palm, “don’t think i’ve forgotten about your arm. i’m going to tell sophie to get your doctor to come over tonight.”

your chief pouts. it’s a sight worth painting.

“fine. happy wife, happy life.”

“don’t you forget it.”

ONLY FOR YOU [9K]

— viking!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: on a visit to a neighbouring village, you realise all the women there either hate you or are laughing at you. apparently, your fiance has forgot to tell you one very minor detail.

WARNINGS: minors dni, ageless blogs dni, 18+ content, female reader, viking themes light, smut/fluff/angst, referred to as: lady/baby/princess, p to v sex, assplay, spanking, massage+oil (f), handjob, breast play, fingering (f), head (f), bkg referred to as chief, dirty talk, love confessions, lovey dovey, whole load of grovelling, hello eren n mikasa!!!!

NOTES: part four of FOR YOU viking bkg!! can be read as a standalone. this comes before JUST FOR YOU because i wrote that they love each other in that fic when this fic includes the first confession lol so i’ll edit the note on that fic. hope you all enjoy. the beginning was written many months ago lol but finally finished. lots of grovelling bkg here and i’ve wrote things i’ve never wrote before! looking forward to hearing what you have to say :) also play please please please by sabrina.

FOR YOU MASTERLIST!

what people don’t mention is the unspoken notion that your partner is a reflection of you. you’ve chosen to be with this man, spend your days with him and share your deepest moments. if he does something stupid, there’s an idea that you’d be okay with it, perhaps even do it yourself. having a partner, especially a man at your side puts you in the position to be utterly and completely embarrassed by him. your girlfriends would tell you how they were dating a man who just broke it off randomly and how embarrassing it feels to just share that information. or another how, they took a man home to meet her parents and made not one, but three embarrassing and highly offensive jokes. embarrassment from men isn’t new. but it’s definitely new for you.

you don’t care if silent treatment is childish, you don’t even know how to comprehend everything you’ve heard today. you’ve kept your fake smile on for long enough, through all the conversations, greeting new people and attempting to make new friends. 

bakugou knew something was up with you. how you refused to look at him at dinner, turning away from him every time he leaned in to talk to you. he shuffled to scrape his crispy potatoes onto your plate and you made no move to thank him. the worst was when you froze when he put his hand on your thigh causing him to remove it abruptly.

he needs to go home now, sort out whatever the fuck was wrong with his wife.

he whispers to you, “you finished eatin’?”

you’ve leant back in your chair, plate half finished. all you manage is a nod. 

“wanna go home now?” he’s testing the waters, studying every turn of your head and fidget of the table cloth.

“yeah.” you continue facing forward. you want nothing more than to leave.

bakugou stands and immediately all the attention goes to him. you follow the gazes of the women across the table, how their eyes widen. watching him like a piece of meat.

“we’re goin’ now,” is all he says and if you weren’t so pissed off you would have laughed at how kaminari quickly piles in the last spoonfuls of his food.

your fake smile finds its way back on your face as you rise to your feet, “thank you for inviting us! we had a lovely time.” 

it’s all for the audience when you give your fiancé a side hug, your hand sliding along his chest under his furs. your other hand grips his bicep and you both truly look like a beautiful couple. you feel so unlike yourself, putting on a show in front of other women, especially women you only wanted to be friends with but it’s a job that has to be done. united front and all.

you keep his hand in yours until you walk out to your horses, your crew behind you both. only when none of the neighbouring village people are around do you rip your hand out of his.

“are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? did someone do somethin’ to you?” he tries.

“let’s just go home,” you feel defeated. anger and anxiousness rattling through you.

though bakugou steps towards you, chest to chest but you refuse to meet his eyes.

“tell me now so i can sort out whoever’s in there now,” he sounds every bit caring and dangerous, shiny eyes trying to find yours without literally dragging your face to him by the chin.

you sniff, “nobody did anything to me. let’s go home.”

silently you hop on bakugou’s horse daisy, with the man following behind you. after ordering his men, as soon as daisy starts walking he speaks up, “you’re tellin’ me when we get back.” 

today was going to be one of the first times you and your fiancé bakugou katsuki, were out in public together in a neighbouring village. often bakugou would leave the village, for a raid or a deal or a visit. fulfilling his chief duties. you would too occasionally for a new day out with your friends, having fun making new identities for the evening. but today you were lady bakugou. not completely yet in the name but you have your shiny engagement rock on your finger, glistening in every way the light shines. then shiny rubies hanging at your ears and three beautiful delicate gold chains around your neck. a couple of rings littered your fingers from a raid a few weeks ago and you’ve got on one of your new dresses you’ve had tailored recently. the boost of confidence is like no other. you’ve rubbed a dab of honey in your skin and some lavender across your neck and wrists. then lastly a smear of raspberry and sugar that one of the village ladies made for you. 

you feel beautiful and you know it’s a fact when you step out of your home, and your glorious chief of your village is standing waiting for you. he’s had morning duties while you got ready for the journey and you’re a bit surprised by the large entourage he’s bringing with him. you’re bringing your maid sophie, who stands behind you and your fiancé practically has his whole crew. their horses and his own, lovely cinnamon brown daisy at his side.

the frown that many would believe is built into his face, immediately lightens at the sight of you. so similar to the sight of a flower the day it’s ready to bloom. comparing katsuki to a flower does seem odd, with the scar across his lip, another across his eyebrow. then a few more down his arms and his chest. all of which are showing as he’s only got his favourite black furs hanging at his shoulders. they drape down to his waist, covering his nipples but not the deep set of abs he’s got. paired with these premium black boots that cost a fortune and so much jewellery it’s hard to distinguish one chain from another. his silver jewellery is a weight at his neck, just another proof of his wealth and health that he’s able to carry it all day. then his lobes are coated in more silver, as with his fingers.

“you look beautiful…,” he stops what he was doing to give you his full attention, carmine eyes dropping from your braided hair to your feet, “my lady bakugou.”

your body burns at his sweet sweet attention. even the way his men still look at him with shocked mouths open. yes, their chief can be loving. only to you. another man nudges the other, and they go back to preparing their horses.

you snap out of it, shaking your head and walking towards him with a bounce in your step. “thank you my beloved, but i’m not even a bakugou yet.”

then you stop right in front of him, lifting your head to face his. he knows what you’re asking for without saying it. for him to fulfil his husband duties. it’s a single second of looking at each other up close. his caramel scent mixed with something earthy makes you feel deluded and the feeling only worsens when the left corner of his mouth rises in a smirk.

“you will be and you definitely are today, princess,” 

then he kisses you for the first time today. lips slotted together like puzzle pieces as your palm finds purchase on the part of his chest that’s showing. he’s warm and delectable, wasting no time in opening your mouth for his tongue to slide through. he makes you feel all fuzzy, your brain becoming one of a teenage boy to rapidly undress him and take more and more and more of him.

but you’re a grown woman, pulling away from him because someone has to remember there’s an audience around. you brush some of the sugar from your lips off his though it only makes him grab your hand to lay another kiss in the centre of your palm. 

“i mean it though, you look unbelievable. i’m lucky to have you by my side,” it’s said in a deep whisper, bakugou holding eye contact so intense it feels as if he’s trying to communicate those three other words too without actually saying them. you think you would return them.

you grin and it feels like a bubble has formed around you two, “i’m lucky to have you too. you look gorgeous.”

then you pull from his embrace, the deep want, longing, the love for him almost choking you. or not love, or maybe love, or yes love? you move to his horse, rubbing her face soothingly.

“i’m assuming i’m riding with you today, chief?” you say loudly as if to snap out of whatever that just was. your new horse, cheesecake is nowhere to be seen.

he hums, his ringed hand finding your waist, a peck on your cheek, “yeah, want you with me for this long journey.”

the day started so well, poking his sides and sitting behind him on daisy. kissing his neck while he threatens to push you off. bakugou even made sure to inform you about who you’re visiting, one of his closest friend’s eren jaeger. they’ve been childhood friends with their parents also being friends and since his parents have recently passed he’s taken on the role of being the chief of his village. it was only a dinner with his wife mikasa and their new baby in company and a few shared friends of the village. to say you were looking forward to this was an understatement. you loved meeting new people, the potential to be friends.

though as soon as you hopped off daisy, you could sense it. eren and mikasa were lovely, their baby sleeping back home for the moment. eren was gorgeous, tall and lean instead of bulky like your katsuki. emerald green eyes with a beautiful emerald chain around his neck. mikasa took you under her wing, with long shiny black hair and a swiftness that told you she took part in raids.

on the tour around the village, you thought you were going insane. the familiarity all the women had with your fiancé. the bug eyed stares, undressing him with their eyes. you thought to assume it’s because everyone grew up together right? he’s known them since childhood. but from when you meet the local baker, one of mikasa’s maids, actually three of mikasa’s maids, two of her friends, a local gardener, many of eren’s men’s wives, something clearly was going on. one reached out for his forearm to which bakugou turned around just in time to not notice. the most undeniable thing was how every single woman you’ve met here, sans mikasa, looks like they wanted to murder you in the worst possible way. either that or pretending like you weren’t there. gossiping behind their palms to one another with a giggle at the end. 

you remember a while ago bakugou mentioned he’s never slept with women from his village. does that mean it was always from other villages? he can’t have had a relationship with all of these women? bakugou’s facial expression barely changed from one woman to the next whilst nearly every single one regarded him with pure elation until eren introduced you as his fiancé. then the glares and odd optimism like you don’t exist.

“you gonna tell me now? i can’t be a good husband if you don’t tell me. please.” bakugou pleads, following you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. you have half the mind to sleep in the spare room tonight and depending on how this conversation goes you think you just might.

you spin around to face him once you’re together in your bedroom. bakugou jumps slightly, wide eyes at how angry and distraught you truly were, hidden all day. you’re past frowning, gritted jaw and flared nostrils. your hands in fists before relaxing then clenching again.

“you embarrassed me,” you spit.

bakugou feels something snap in his chest before confusion coats him, “what?”

“it would have been helpful, katsuki, if you told me beforehand that you’ve fucked the whole village so i didn’t have to sit through conversation after conversation from women thinking you were back for them or how good you fucked them last or getting glared at by everybody or listening to how every woman in the room knows you have a beauty spot on your left ass cheek!”

bakugou’s jaw drops. he doesn’t think he’s ever in his life been stunned to silence.

his lips move but he’s unsure what to exactly say, “i… i didn’t think—,”

“yeah, you didn’t because multiple women today mentioned how they thought you were their boyfriend and were shocked to find you’re here with a fiancé. then… then hearing how stupid i’d be to think you’d stay loyal to me when you hadn’t been to them!”

you feel hot all over, overstimulated with the amount of jewellery you’ve got on, your socks, the lace of your dress prickling your cleavage.

you breathe, covering your face with your hands before ripping them away the next second, “what the fuck, katsuki! even mikasa, the only woman you hadn’t had sex with was surprised i was clueless. just throwing me out to the wolves today.”

you move to pull off your rings, dropping them in a bowl on your side of the bed. then your earrings and necklaces. 

katsuki steps towards you keeping you out of arms reach. he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this in his life. perhaps when his mother would shout at him as a child? but he was a brute, stomping out of the room and thinking he was in the right anyway. usually, it was him shouting at others but he’s actually hurt you emotionally. no broken bones or bleeding, he’s genuinely deeply hurt you.

“i’m sorry, yn.” he chokes, looking at his hands, “i was fuckin’ stupid to now think about that. i just thought about introducin’ you to the guys and their wives. i didn’t even think about my… endeavours with those women.”

“how do you not think about these women while they’re convinced they’re in the running to be the next lady bakugou? you clearly did more than just fuck them,” you focus on one stiff ring, stuck on your pointer finger. fuck, you’re going to need to get some oil or butter. you yank at it again and again until before you know it tears begin to fall. “for fucks sake.”

“shh, shh, wait,” he spins you around by the shoulders and takes your hand with the stuck ring. tears fall onto your hand as you look down and bakugou feels like a knife is only twisting deeper inside of him. “lemme take it off you.”

he opens up a box you have behind you, swiping soft lemon balm between two fingers. he wipes it over your finger, under and around the ring, then slowly twists it and slides it off your finger.

as soon as it’s off you snatch your hand back holding the bruised finger against your chest.

“i’m sorry, baby. for me, it wasn’t anythin’ serious with them. i’d sleep with some of them when i was younger, a few years ago, all before i even knew about you. they were around when i’d visit eren and not to sound weird and up my ass but they all wanted the status from me, not me,” he says sympathetically, dying to drag you into his arms.

you wipe your eyes quickly, “seriously? so you didn’t make it clear to them that it was just sex? you were happy just fucking and leaving these women? who even are you?” 

you pull off your dress, padding around the room in just your underwear to find a spare sleepshirt, “do you know how embarrassing it was? to hear everything about my fiancé, stuff i didn’t even know?”

there’s one under your pillow you drag on with bakugou still frozen like a statue in the middle of the room. 

“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i shoulda told you but we’ve barely spoken about our past like that and i didn’t think they’d have that much shit to say about me.”

you frown at him like he’s stupid, scrunched face and turned up lip. “i’m sleeping in the spare room, goodnight.”

“yn, please,” he tries to grab your arm but you dart out the way.

“i don’t want to be around you. we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“leave me alone, fuckboy.”

all your and bakugou’s staff get whiplash looking at each other so fast, rolling their lips in to stop giggles bursting out.

you pay no mind to your fiance sitting at the head of the dining table for breakfast. he’s freshly showered with only his engagement ring on a chain around his neck and a forest green tunic. he’s definitely not his usual well rested self, there’s a tint of darkness under his eyes, his palms sweaty on his thighs. you do this to him.

you on the other hand are still in your nightshirt, bouncing around the dining table to put food onto your plate. strawberries, blueberries, buttered toast and a chocolate croissant. 

“yn, just sit so we can talk. please.”

“benny! thank you for the pain au chocolat! i need to get the recipe from you.”

benny, your head chef waves over to you while bakugou grunts.

“stop fuckin’ ignorin’ me.”

you slowly lift your head to him, eyes wide with faux innocence. “oh, like you did with all those women? again, shut up bakugou.”

bakugou grits his teeth as you pop a blueberry in your mouth. you don’t give him a chance to reply, talking to sophie who walks past you, “i’ll be eating in the gardens. i don’t like the energy in this room.” you waft your hand around you for good measure.

when you’ve left the room, bakugou flings his head back on his seat behind him. “what the fuck am i supposed to do?”

he’s met with silence till he looks over to his staff. some of his housekeepers, his cooks and his maids have known him since he was a kid, others from when he first became chief. most are close to him in an oddly familial way and now with you.

“honestly. speak to me.”

it’s not often bakugou asks for advice so again, his staff are hit with surprise.

sophie speaks up first with the softest tone she can muster. bakugou knows the love she has for you. “apologise, chief. let her talk at you and explain your process of thinking. you were very… sorry chief…,” sophie looks for the right word before landing on, “silly. very silly.”

“fuck,” bakugou grunts. sure he used to sleep around. he didn’t intend to drag anybody on or hurt you in the process. he forgot how possessive women can get… the fuck is he saying, he’s the most possessive person he knows. 

“you lot eat if you haven’t already. i’ll go find her.”

you’re sitting cross legged on one of the wooden benches littered around the gardens, looking out at the flowered bushes and vegetable gardens to the left. you look content, wiping a pastry flake off your cheek and listening to the light hum of bees. till you hear your fiance plop down beside you and your eyes roll to the back of your head in annoyance.

“ruining my evening and my morning. wow,” you mutter under your breath. bakugou sits up straight, crossing his arms across his chest.

“i’m sorry, i should have warned you i had relations with other women.” his eyes bounce from you to the lake further ahead.

in slow motion, your face twists. eyebrows upside down, scrunch of your nose. “i’m not going to even answer that. i had a woman tell me i was just your new plaything that you’ll get bored of while three other women laughed.”

your voice cracks on the last word and you wonder how you’ve become so emotional now. you haven’t even started talking and you’re ready to cry. you won’t though.

“i’m sorry—,”

“in another room, two girls were talking about how good of a fuck you were and another was close to tears when another introduced me as your fiance. that apparently you slept with her twice and she thought you really really liked her. wait, then another who said she lost her virginity to you years ago and was convinced you’d come back to her?”

you turn to your beautiful man, who has a whole village wrapped around his finger. his eyes are wide at every word that comes out of your mouth.

“i’m not going to call any of those women crazy if that’s what you want from me. i get it. i know what it’s like to have a crush on you, sleep with you and have your attention. i’ll probably be joining them in a week.”

are you being dramatic? honestly, you don’t know, you’re not in the right mind to think about this all clearly. your mind just keeps going in circles that you’re not enough for him. is this all really unbalanced and you like him more than he does you? are you now thinking of every possibility possible? has he given you any reason to not think these things?

“you’re not gonna be fuckin’ joinin’ them. you’re not like those girls to me—,”

“how?”

bakugou blinks, “how what?”

“how aren’t i like them? i’m sure you got some of them gifts, called some pretty, definitely had sex with a lot of them.”

“‘cause you’re my wife. i want you beside me forever.” 

he says it like it’s obvious.

you sigh with your whole body, gripping your plate between the tips of your fingers.

“i need more, katsuki. yesterday i was told every single thing needed to make me the most insecure girl on the earth.” you plead, now putting the plate on the ground to hug your knees in the bench.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

you’re slipping through his fingers so he begins talking without thinking.

“i was young and stupid and i used to sleep around. i think it was because i just wanted some intimacy or some, i don’t fuckin’ know, some love? or control over how i was loved? and i’m not sayin’ that for some sympathy or whatever. you know my parents never hugged me or shit, my first hug was from sophie when i was fifteen and my first kiss was from a girl from eren’s village. once i realised girls were attracted to me i used it. no violence or reciting my duties of becoming a future chief. i just craved… intimacy, i think.” 

bakugou sniffs. fuck, he has more to think through than he thought. you’re still beside him, waiting for more.

“i got carried away sometimes. i kept my emotions out when some of the girls were very emotionally involved. which is my bad i didn’t make things clearer. but i never thought about them afterwards, i’d leave and be back on raids, training.” bakugou leans forward in his elbows, head in his hands, “i was fucked up, on my own clock. never taught to care about people i left behind in other villages.”

you watch bakugou realise in real time, the extent of his actions. killing people in raids and he’s left. messing with women and he’s gone. one is his duty, the other… not quite. he stares ahead blankly for a few seconds before turning to you, looking at you as if you hold all the answers.

“do you understand that? and i’m not askin’ for sympathy but do you get what i mean? i was taught to care about my village.” his final words become a whisper.

you’ve gone on raids. you’ve been in rooms with your family as they plan murders. you sit with katsuki as he plans to take other villages' wealth and food. all done for survival and power.

“yeah, i do. kill or be killed, we live on that. but what, i’m in your village, your property, so you won’t do me wrong? that’s the difference between me and them?”

bakugou’s lava eyes harden to rocks, “anythin’ that goes for me goes for you. this is also your village, i am also your property. i am going to marry you, i’m swearin’ on everythin’ i’ve worked for that i won’t do you wrong. that’s the difference between you and them.”

but there’s something there that’s still not enough. you understand every word that leaves his mouth. you follow his lips until he’s finished then the sharp angle of his jaw to the pair of gold earrings in his ears. you need more. more.

“tell me you love me.”

“i love you with my life.”

there’s not a beat in between your question and his answer. there is a silence after of you studying his face whilst he becomes an open book. he sits up straight, twisting to face you. it’s not that you don’t believe him. bakugou tilts his head at you, trying to grab what you’re thinking.

“i can’t be a good husband if you’re not honest with me, baby.”

“this is not as romantic as i wanted it to be,” you mumble.

bakugou chuckles.

“you’re in trouble, don’t laugh.”

bakugou nods in acceptance, hands in the air but his smile stays.

you lean back in your chair defeated, looking ahead.

“so do you love me too or should i fuck off?”

“you’re not getting that from me yet. tell me why you won’t leave me. tell me why i’m different to those women.”

bakugou gulps but it’s easier to speak his mind now, those three words are out of him. 

“‘cause i love you. before i met you i loved you, hearing what people were saying about you. from the day i dropped on one knee before you and how you frowned at me like i was a fuckin’ idiot before saying yes. the way you care about me, the way you love our village and everyone from your home. i won’t leave you because i need to hear you snort when you laugh too hard three times a day minimum or i’ll die. ‘cause if i leave you, i’ll think about you for the rest of my life. ‘cause if i leave you i’ll never get to hear how cheese and grapes are better than cheese and apples and i’ll never get to see you fuckin’ smile at me. ‘cause if i leave—,”

you slap a hand on bakugou’s mouth, “okay i get it.” a soft smile finds your cheeks.

lightly, he pulls your hand away. “‘cause if i leave you i won't get to love you and i think that’s all i’m really here to do. i shouldn’t have been a dickhead before, shouldn’t have lied or used those women. i won’t even have the chance to do it again. i’m sorry for embarrassin’ you too, you can punch me in the throat for that.”

“i’m not going to punch you.”

“you can if you want.”

“i don’t.” you shake your head slowly, before rising to your feet, “so i was planning on spending my day with cheesecake and then helping the villagers. i’ll see you later maybe.”

maybe? spending your day with your horse instead of him? “no love you back? i’m free until the evening though, baby.”

his tone lingers, arm stretching out to grab your hand. but you move out the way just in time so you don’t make contact. by the way you’re stepping back, hands behind your back, you’re refusing to touch him. he pushes, “now tell me you love me.”

you know it’s hurting him not to hear it from you and the feeling makes you grin internally. “i’m still mad at you, you little whore.”

bakugou sighs dramatically, “i said i’m sorry. gimme a kiss.”

you laugh in surprise, “it’s going to take more than saying you love me to make me forgive you for a village’s worth of embarrassment, fuckboy.”

you don’t even give him time to reply, going back to your home to prepare to bathe and change before heading out to see cheesecake. bakugou stays seated on his bench, following your figure. he suddenly feels so full yet empty. he grinds his teeth, cracking his knuckles. you need to say you love him back. he knows you do… right? but now he needs to work for it. can’t be that hard. 

to get to the stables you need to pass bakugou’s training ground. there are sheds of weapons and armour, seating for an audience and a large patch of mud from grass being eroded with all the movement. you only look at the groups of men, some wrestling, others with knives till you land on your fiance smack bang in the middle giving instructions.

your fiance, the only man with no shirt on, is shiny with sweat and his usual slacks cut to shorts. you tut, knowing exactly what he’s doing. he’s all golden brown from being under the sun, abs like freshly baked bread from the oven. he’s still got his iconic silver chains and his earrings in, glistening from perspiration. he pushes his hair back off his forehead, features mushed in an unimpressed frown. any other time and you’d probably walk through the violence and over to him. have a quick chat, palm on his chest. tracing over the scar on his stomach.

though when he’s about to see you, you turn your head away. 

“yn! princess!” 

you have half the mind to completely ignore him but united front and all. people are watching, especially the village women in the stands whose greedy eyes follow your husband like prey.

you sigh, “yes katsuki.”

there’s a tinge of anxiousness in bakugou and he can’t remember the last time he’s ever felt like this. he stands up straighter, rolls his shoulders back and even puffs out his chest a little. then he realises your tapping foot and your darting eyes like you wish to be anywhere but here.

“i was waitin’ for you to walk by. i’m gonna make it up to you,” and your chief of the village fiance reaches behind him to pull out a beautiful blush pink peony. your favourite flower. though its stem is a bit bent from being in his pocket and a few petals are browning from being picked too early.

you take the flower to inspect between your fingertips. “i, err, got more for the house in case i damaged this one.” he can’t stop talking, “kinda fuckin’ did there. fuck. i didn’t want my men to step on it if i left it on the ground. there was loads on the east side of the river and i thought of you. i love you, i told you earlier but i wanna tell you more.” he clears his throat, scratching his head then crossing his arms, “hope you enjoy your day today, i love you.”

bakugou’s first time navigating love and he has no clue how he’s doing. your blank stare isn’t helping. he can’t figure out which cogs are turning in your head and he can’t translate your crossed arms. one of his men walks past you both, looking at their chief’s love being unreciprocated.

“can you get back to fuckin’ work?” bakugou growls and the man holds his hands up then shuffles along.

“thank you. i do like peonies,” you state.

bakugou’s chest burns and his throat gets tight. that wasn’t exactly what he wanted. “thought i could put it in your hair?”

you don’t say yes or no so he takes it upon himself to weave the stem through a braid, the flower landing by the arch of your eyebrow. 

“you look beautiful. like my princess,” he says, eyes glowing as he studies you. you smell good too, buttered lavender and thyme. 

if you weren’t mad at him you’d be climbing on him like a tree in your forest, bringing him in for a kiss on his lips and cheeks. 

instead, you give him a tight smile, “thank you katsuki, i love it.” not him. “i’ll see you later.”

then you jog to the stables.

bakugou’s left surrounded by his men, grunts and harsh chuckles. a hand lands on his shoulder, “she still mad from yesterday?”

he’s not got it in him to tell kirishima to fuck off so he just agrees. “yeah. i’ve never had her like this before.”

“at least she’s not completely ignoring you. i’ve had that before and it’s hell. just get her gifts and shit. women like that.”

he knows what women like, he didn’t realise a whole village still remembered him. you though, what’s going to get you to love him?

“fuck!” bakugou mumbles to himself, water coating his shoes. “who would leave this by the entrance?” 

you watch the bucket of clean water you just collected from the stream now soaked in bakugou’s socks and the hay on the ground. you pat cheesecake’s side.

“i would. i wasn’t expecting any visitors,” you say and it’s clear in your tone for him to go away though stupidly he stays.

bakugou blushes, yes, blushes. hot red spreads across his cheeks and he knows his ears match. you still have the peony in your braid and some how it looks as if it’s bloomed for a second time, brighter and pinker than before.

“sorry, fuck, you got that from the stream too. i’ll replace it when i leave.”

you’re silent watching him.

“now?” his eyes widen, “okay wait here, i’ll be back in a second?”

as soon as he’s gone, bucket in hand, you let out a giggle.

“he’s so stupid, isn’t he? big bad chief not so bad now,” you whisper in cheesecake’s blonde mane, taking your comb to brush through his long strands.

it doesn’t take long at all for bakugou to return, four buckets of fresh stream water in his hands. he refills cheesecake’s water trough first, leaving the two spares in the corner.

he wipes his forehead from the sweat, the heat getting to him. he’s still missing a shirt but you’re not complaining, the glisten of his pecs has you lightly sighing.

“i just want you back,” 

he did not mean to say that. the words surprise bakugou, and he rubs his face with one hand. the action leaves a stripe of dirt across his cheekbone. you want to smile but you hold it back. you haven’t embraced since before your trip yesterday, over twenty four hours of not being wrapped up in his arms. it reminds you of when you first met, the push and pull.

you turn away from him, walking cheesecake back into her pen. you bite down on your lip, “katsuki.”

bakugou knows what that tone means. 

“she’s beautiful, isn’t he? i asked your mother what horse you had as a child and i tried to get one similar to what she described.” you never knew that, “i wrote a letter to all the villages, even the ones that fuckin’ hate me but they still read it. when i first saw him i knew he was the one for you.”

you keep your eyes on cheesecake. his blonde main, the caramel of her body, the patches of auburn. he’s a darling. tender temperament with chunky hind legs for a strong ride. you feel bakugou’s presence behind you but he doesn’t touch you.

“turns out he’s your old horse’s grandson.”

that makes you spin around, “really?” cheesecake is related to your childhood horse? “why didn’t you tell me?”

“honestly, i think it slipped my mind. we were still getting to know each other and i didn’t want to scare you or look like i was tryin’ too hard.” bakugou laughs, “i can admit i was tryin’ very hard.”

“you… did that for me?” your fingertips touch your lips and bakugou flickers his eyes to that spot. 

“i knew i was gonna love you. fuck, i already did then.”

you wanna jump and climb on him. have him push you into the hay and have his way with you. with his strong arms, stubble growing in. all this effort when you barely knew each other.

you point your finger in his face, “stop. i know what you’re doing, you need to know what you did yesterday was so unfair to me. i’m not a pushover.”

bakugou nods rapidly, cradling your hand with both of his. “i don’t think you are. i know i was stupid.”

he steps forward and you can feel his breath on your face. the bare skin of his chest against your off the shoulder white top.

“i love you, yn.” 

you swear your panties soak through just a little.

“i’m not saying it back to you.” 

bakugou grins at the defiance in your eyes, ducking down to brush his lips against yours, “don’t then. as long as you keep me around.”

it’s you who pushes up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. there’s relief from bakugou, you can hear his exhale in the kiss. your whole body tingles, hands moving on their own to feel his chest, his sides, his shoulders. bakugou nudges his head for you to open your mouth and you step away.

“i’m not having sex in front of cheesecake.”

cheesecake huffs to himself, deciding to mow on some hay instead.

“who said sex? i was just kissin’ my wife.”

“kissing you always ends up as sex.”

“you were the one feelin’ me up.”

you whip your hands off him, “you purposely came here without a shirt on.”

“and it worked didn’t it?”

“you are so… annoying.”

bakugou grins. loud and shiny. white teeth and bright eyes.

“‘cause i love you.”

“shut up, katsuki.”

your body heats at his attention. you’ve had this man bend you in the most insane positions but hearing those words from him has you crumbling.

“fuckin’ in the stables would be somethin’.” he looks around the wooden building with devilish eyes and then studies your body like he’s undressing you. “you naked in the hay. you whining for me outdoors. anybody walking by—.”

“okay, that’s it. see you later,” you fluster, “bye cheesecake baby.”

that conversation with bakugou has you unsettled for the rest of the day. you’ve done your lady duties around the village. helping with the public harvest, then reading with the elderly. you’re exhausted and so so uptight. you’d love a rub down and a good, maybe a couple, orgasms to finally relax.

bakugou seems to know that as he meets you right outside the village firepit to walk you back to your home. this time with a black tunic for the evening. he’s thrilled to see the pink peony still at your ear.

“i didn’t ask you to wait for me,” you’re about to sling your bag over your shoulder when bakugou takes it from you and puts it on his.

“i know but i was nearby.”

families wave to you both, saying their good evenings as you both talk.

“i have a surprise for you. something i wanna do for you.” bakugou brushes his fingers against yours. he dying to hold your hand. 

“what is it?”

“surprise, princess. i think you might need it.”

in one of the spare rooms in your home, bakugou has prepared a table layered with multiple cloths. bottles of honey oil from the village on top of them. 

“you looked tense earlier, gonna give you a massage.”

a laugh gets stuck in your throat, “tense? i was tense because you’re a menace!”

bakugou’s joyous beside you, “i know you want one.”

you raise your eyebrow, crossing your arms, “is this for me or you?”

“being with you clothed or unclothed is always a pleasure, princess,” he smirks and you shake your head.

“fine. just because my body aches and… yeah.” you want his hands on your body.

you pull off your top, covering your breasts with your forearms as you begin to climb the table. that’s all you take off, for the time being. you’ll wait to see if he deserves any more of you.

once you’re flat on the table, you shut your eyes, listening for his footsteps behind you. there’s the ring of the glass oil bottle, then the silky slap of the liquid against his hands. you inhale when he lays his hands on your shoulders.

oh fuck. his hands are paws on you, rough and hard, thumbs drawing circles on you. it feels like heaven as he harshly pushes out a knot, just the right pressure to make you release a soft moan.

“that feels so good, ‘ki,” 

once he’s worked your shoulders, he takes the remaining oil on his hands to smooth down your spine and back, leaving your skin glistening beautifully.

“not to be fuckin’ horny but you’re so… perfect,” he lands on. it’s just your back, but it’s your back. the sensual dip, the rise of your ass. “i love you.”

you giggle to his surprise, opting out of replying with words.

he rubs down your back, avoiding staring at the curve of your breasts against the table. maybe this is a bad idea because his crotch is currently aching in his shorts. 

“can you go a little harder? your hands feel amazing,” compliments are tumbling out of you, but who can blame you with hands this large on your body?

bakugou coughs a sound of agreement.

he kneads his palm along your back and you turn your head to face him, eyes still closed. the harder he presses your lips part, a soft exhale leaving them. “nice, so nice.”

the curve of your ass. “can i take this off, princess?”

he’s about to leave you completely naked on the table.

you hum melodically and bakugou feels like he’s testing all of his instincts as he slowly pulls your skirt and panties off in one go.

he’s idiotic for doing this. he pours oil in his hand, slapping some on both palms before rubbing your ass. 

“fuck me,” he mumbles and he notices your fingers twitch. 

honestly, you don’t think you’ve ever been so horny. if he were to spread your thighs apart, he’d be able to see the slick wetness against your pussy lips. you hope you haven’t stained the cloth below you. it’s like a buzz in your veins, a neediness for more even though his hands on your ass makes you feel… sexy.

he loves you and your body. the roundness of your hips, your back, your ass. bakugou lays a kiss on your spine as he runs his hands over your hips.

“it’s taking everythin’ in me to not spank you right now,”

fuck, you want to lift your hips and put your pussy in his face. as soon as you open your eyes, bakugou’s reach yours. he’s waiting for permission, like a good dog.

you bounce your ass, lifting your hips and landing back down, “go on then.”

you’ve never been spanked before, not naked. but you think you’d take anything at this point.

“tell me if it hurts.”

he swats your ass deliciously. you release a moan, the snap of pain quickly being replaced with sweet pleasure. you feel like a cat in heat, dying to rise on your knees and arch your hips in his face.

“oh baby,” bakugou adjusts himself in his shorts. squeezing himself tightly before letting go. “two more times for me, yeah?”

“yes please, chief,” 

he growls above you, spanking you again and watching as your cheeks ripple. your eyes flutter shut with a whine like sugar. it lights you up, fulfills your neediness before making you desperate for more. then he swats you again, quick, before moving to massage your ass right after so you don’t feel too much pain.

“fuck, aren’t you beautiful? i’m fuckin’ luckiest piece of shit to have you, aren’t i?”

the sun begins to set in the distance, warm orange streaming through the room to coat the table. your skin glistens and bakugou feels his balls get heavier. 

“more, ‘ki,” you’re a twitching kitty for him, keeping your face smushed against the table to arch your hips for him on your knees.

bakugou groans like a beast at the sight of you. all wet and slick for him. you’re all needy, begging for his touch.

“your stupid little plan worked. now do something about it,” you say, “now.”

oiled hands spread your ass cheeks open and bakugou licks a stripe across your asshole. he feels like he’s drunk on liquor, plunging his tongue in your hole, feeling the urge to hump himself across the table. he pools his spit between your cheeks attacking the space like a starved man, back from a week long raid. he’d take anything from you, do anything for you.

you didn’t expect him to go there but it makes you thrust back into his face for more. the fact he wants you this bad, willing to have his face stuffed there only turns you on more.

“you’ve got me so fuckin’ hard, beautiful. you taste so good, want you all over me.”

you’re a bundle of nerves and noises. moans and whines mixed with pleasure and a bite of pain when he digs his teeth in the fat of your ass.

“wanna eat you all up.”

then he moves down to your swollen clit, puffy and wet. he does a couple of licks and when you get noisy, he gives you a long suck.

“katsuki,” you screech, “oh my god, oh my— fuck me.”

you’re a scene from his dreams. arching off the table, moving so much he holds you by the hips. he keeps doing what he’s doing, pulling you back into his face from where he leans over the table.

“who got you this wet, princess? tell me.”

you waste no time replying, beads of sweat dotting your forehead, “you did. from when i saw you at the grounds and then the stables.”

“you forgive me for yesterday?” he tries, inserting two fingers inside you at a curve. 

it’s enough to make you gasp sharply before relaxing into him, pushing your ass towards him. “yes, yes i do. just wanna come.”

you give bakugou this look that makes him weak. pouted bottom lip, round glossy eyes, looking completely flustered.

“okay baby, i’ll let you come,” he kisses your hip, two fingers swiping through your folds. “you know i love you?”

“yes ‘ki, i know. i do too.” you whine, eyelids fluttering when he circles your clit. 

it’s glorious, a sugar rush through your body. bakugou takes his time with you, drawing out his apology. “yeah? thank you baby.” he’ll get the words out of you later if they don’t tumble out of you accidentally. “need to show you how much i love you.”

your slick works beautifully around your puffy clit and every time he rounds to your most sensitive spot you twitch, releasing a loud sigh. bakugou groans when you do. he sucks on his thumb for a couple of seconds, then pops it out his mouth.

“tell me if you don’t like it, princess.”

“okay,”

with two fingers still rubbing at your clit, bakugou slowly slides his thumb in your ass. he only gets up to his knuckle, loving how your lips stay parted, face melted into the table.

“is that good?”

“so good, i feel… all full,” you whine. you make an incoherent mumble of syllables and pants, some sounding like his name and others just needy.

a kiss on your ass. “you look like an angel for me, baby. ass up, letting me play with you.”

he takes his fingers off his clit and dips them in your hole, arching his fingers to rub against your walls. you begin to rock into his fingers, “oh my god, katsuki. i’m about to…”

you clench around his fingers and thumb. your back arches to its highest point and you squeal on the table. shaking as delight rips through you, the corners of your vision goes black and for a few seconds, you’re on a different plain. no longer in this room but on a cloud of warmth and sweetness.

“i said i was gonna let you come, didn’t i? anything’ for you.”

bakugou helps you slide down onto your stomach before flipping you around onto your back.

you cover your eyes with your hands as his eyes run down you. you’re shy for some reason unbeknownst to you.

“take your clothes off katsuki. i can’t be the only one naked,” you whine.

bakugou chuckles, a beautiful one that makes you wanna kiss him. he pulls off his tunic and then his shorts, leaving his undergarments on.

you jut your bottom lip out, “why not those?”

he leans down to kiss your lips, “it’s not about me, is it?”

you roll your eyes, “then if it’s about me, i want them off.”

“you should be the chief, orderin’ me around.”

“someone has to do you it,” you grin, laying your hands over your breasts as he pulls down his undergarments.

your pussy weeps at the sight of him. so painfully hard against his chest, standing mighty and tall. his tip is a shiny bulbous red.

“oh katsuki,” you coo, reaching over to touch him.

he doesn’t tell you to stop because he’s dying for your touch. he edges closer to you and when your fingers circle his cock, a low moan spills from bakugou. he leans forward on the table, his body coating you in a shadow.

“feel better, baby?” you whisper and you watch your hard headed fiance nod. you tighten your fist and then he moans all over you.

“oh fuck. this isn’t about me,” he says to himself then, “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, bakugou katsuki,” 

just as bakugou darts his head up to look at you, his head drops down like a plant without light. it’s one loud grunt, his hands clenching the fabric you’re laying on and then he spills all over your stomach. he coats you with white spurts, hips thrusting every time. this big beautiful man is all yours and apparently comes from hearing those three words.

he’s all out of breath, holding himself up shakily once he’s done. 

“i didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles, cheeks blooming red for the second time today. his eyes become sleepy, exhaustion in his limbs, “you just sprung that on me. you can’t do that, baby.”

you smirk, “i thought it was cute.”

his cock doesn’t go down in size, he still slaps raging hard against his stomach when you let go. you slide your hand up his arm, around his bicep.

bakugou shakes his head huffing a laugh, “i’m not even fuckin’ done with you and you’re calling me cute. i’m not fuckin’ cute.”

you know if anyone saw you right now, they’d say you’re looking at katsuki like he’s hung stars and the moon in the sky. or if they recognise the look in your eye and they’d know it’s love. 

“i love you, katsuki.”

you repeat, just to watch him fall apart over you. he grins like the diamonds he keeps in your basement, like his men brought him back tonnes of meat after a raid. he smiles at you like the love of your life just told you they love you back.

“you’re gonna drive me insane, aren’t you?” bakugou asks and the sight of him leaning over the table, biceps thick and shoulders large, has you prepped and ready for more.

“that’s what you’ve signed up for, chief.”

bakugou reaches over for some spare cloth to wipe you down, “i’ve never come that quick in my life.”

“let’s go again,” 

bakugou hums, giving his cock a tug. “i’m never gonna go down with you lookin’ like this.”

he grabs the oil bottle again, the time pouring it straight on your clean stomach. 

“you know i’m always obsessed with you but you like this,” with both hands he rubs the oil over your breast, grabbing one in either hand. your nipples peak and harden, your back already arching off the table. “has me addicted.”

he’s a mixture of rough and soft, standing on your left to plop kisses wherever he pleases on your face. 

you’re all sensitive, twitching whatever way he goes. “love these two,” then he drags his warm hands down your stomach to your hips, your eyes follow him like everything you’ve ever wanted is in his hands, in him. “i wanna focus on her.”

bakugou stands at the bottom of the table and effortlessly drags you down by your thighs to meet his hips.

you gasp abruptly at the movement, your hair a messy halo around your head. with one hand he taps his cock head against your clit, your legs reflexively coming up to lock around his waist. then he buries his head in your chest, going between sucking your nipples.

you cradle his head against you, as you fling your head back. “oh god. oh that feels so good.”

he’s loud and messy, flicking his tongue over your nipples. “tell me you love me.” he looks up at you and you breathe a laugh.

“are you gonna always be like this?” 

“humour me, princess.”

“i love you, katsuki.”

“i love you too.”

with that, he drags himself up and slides himself inside of you. 

you cosy up to bakugou’s bicep, as he princess carries you to your shared bedroom. the worst thing about being in love is craving comfort from the one that caused you to need it. but bakugou holds you tightly and you’ve never trusted anyone more. he kisses your forehead thrice.

“i’ve missed you, baby.”

“i can’t show my face around there again.” 

“we don’t have to go back but mikasa was good to you? she can come round or i could—,”

“you could do an apology tour. even though i guess those women will hate me forever. i’d hate whoever was marrying you too.”

bakugou grunts and you jab his side in return. “fine, i could do some letters. ‘i’m sorry my dick was so good—,’”

you sit up, “way too soon for jokes, bakugou.”

“sorry, my beautiful wife that i love so much.”

FOR YOU! MASTERLIST

FOR YOU : viking!bkg masterlist

— 18+ content, minors dni, if your age isn’t on your blog dni, aged up, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, viking themes are light and inspired, modern language.

— chronological order, order will adjust when more are added, everything is under the #viking bkg tag

001 — WAITING FOR YOU 10.5k

your new fiancé is ruthless, rude and stupidly gorgeous. after being forced into an engagement with him to keep peace between your villages, you need to find some way to get along or at least come to an understanding. it happens quicker than you think once you catch him bathing in his private lake.

002 — BEST FOR YOU 4.4k

after a reconciling evening in the lake, you find yourself spending your first night in your fiancé’s bedroom.

003 — DIE FOR YOU 8.2k

your fiancé, chief of the strongest village, doesn’t believe you can protect yourself so when returns from a raid, he makes you prove him wrong.

004— ONLY FOR YOU 9k

on a visit to a neighbouring village, you realise all the women there either hate you or are laughing at you. apparently, your fiance has forgot to tell you one very minor detail.

4.5 — NOT FOR YOU

your new contraception has you bloated, lumpy, needy and jealous. bakugou has to deal with it.

005 — JUST FOR YOU 6.2k

your childhood friend from back home comes to visit! bakugou hates him.

Happy Birthday Katsuki!!! 💥🎉

Happy birthday Kacchan 💥

Bakugou is everything you need

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You need a chair? Sit on his lap. Need a lighter? Grab his hand. Need a pillow? Use his bicep. Need dick? Ohhh he’s right there.

All of that said, he loves being of use to you. He loves the thought that you need him for things.

Like for instance; one time he placed your favorite cup on the top shelf by accident and by the time he realized you couldn’t reach, you were already on the countertop hands outstretched for the cup trying to get it. Luckily he was there to help get it down and he always says “that’s why I’m here baby.”

He’s a sweet guy once you get to know him !!

dilf!kento thinks it's odd just how hot and bothered you get when he does the most mundane of things.

for example, he'll be getting dressed in the morning: hair mussed and eyes dark from the lack of sleep that parenthood brings. fingers working his belt through the loops in his slacks and fastening the buckle just to be startled by you, having leapt out of bed to drop to your knees before him and suck him off right there in the walk in closet.

or, later on, when he's cleaning up the kitchen after sending the kids off to school, and you walk in to find his sleeves rolled up, humming away to himself as he washes dishes in the sink. of course, the look on his face when he turns to find you already sat on the countertop and beckoning him over is as priceless as it is arousing.

or god forbid he starts paying bills. sitting at the dining table with papers scattered in front of him, pen held in his strong hand as those glasses of his slide down the bridge of his nose. god, he's so pretty when he's concentrated, working with numbers like a whore! he shouldn't be surprised when you weave your way between him and the papers to sit on his lap and start working at hooking him out of his pants. so you can sit on his cock and get your fill.

"keep acting like that, sir, and you're gonna be a daddy again."

he's gruff. tired. so fucking sexy. "i'm going over the credit card statement. did you spend five hundred dollars on—"

"mmm stop talking and fuck another baby into me, ken."

and, because you married the right man, a pair of strong arms are already hoisting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. "as you wish, love."

Accidentally clicking on tumblr when showing somebody something on my phone and the most outrageous booty clenching smut is the first thing that comes up

Hi u hope it's not too weird but I love your writing and I wanted to ask if you'd be down to write könig who got a but chubby under the readers cooking?

könig getting softer after retirement

he's been retired for a few months now, taking the time to laze around the house and spend more time with his pretty missus, except he's noticed one thing.

back when he was in the military, he was fit, in shape with sharp muscles and defined abs that you loved to run your tongue down. he had worked hard for years, reflected greatly in his physique, with beefy arms, brute chest and thick thighs. his skin also littered with scars that you kissed every night.

now he was home with you. after years of deployments, he decided he wanted to settle back with you for the rest of his life. he had gotten lazy after retirement, spending more days on the couch watching a telegram program with you on his arm, or fucking you stupid on every surface of the house—the only real exercise he's gotten in months. while he is a man of discipline and routine, he just wants to make up for the lost time he spent away from you.

so his physique might've slipped away from him, but you can't blame him! he has a cute wife that spends countless time in the kitchen—definitely not due to the fact he's got you bent over the countertop. your food is heavenly, and it doesn't help the man eats enough for an entire army. sometimes you'd excuse yourself from the table, pushing the plate in his direction with the excuse, "i'm full," but once he found out you were lying about that, he made you cum more than you could count on both hands.

but if only all the fucking could help with the weight he's gained.

he's gotten softer.

his abs now have a smooth layer of fat over them, the skin stretched with marks, and you can see his soft gut through his mouth-wateringly tight shirts.

His thick arms only got beefier, a thing you loved because you could now sink your teeth into the plushy flesh—he doesn't know why you like it, he just goes along with it because it makes you happy.

and his thighs. his. thighs. they got impossibly bigger, you could mistake them for tree trunks, decorated with more stretch marks that you adored and kissed every time you got on your knees for him.

he sees how much you like his softer figure, muscles still strong under the extra layers of fat, and it's definitely not like his staminas been affected in anyway.

so he'll continue devouring your food like his stomach is a bottomless pit, and make sure his wife is stuffed full too—in more ways than one. he'll rub a large, calloused hand over your food baby. his grin devilous as he coos.

"now how about I put a real baby in there, hm?"

cw: missionary, breeding, impregnation yayayaya, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), gspot stim, edging, groping. some fluff! MDNI!

nanami kento loves you so incredibly much, it's almost ridiculous. the man absolutely adores you and every moment spends with you. you're just so beautiful that even after all the time of being together, your smile pulls at the strings of his heart.

nanami wants nothing more than to begin the next chapter of your shared life and start a little family with you. at times, it's all he'll think about, but he won't bring it up as he believes it should be you who makes that call. so he'll patiently wait whilst he daydreams about the whole process, from making love to you, to the whole 9 months, to when your bundle of joy is finally snuggled into your arms and you're tiredly yawning. he'll daydream about everything.

when the two of you are getting ready for bed one night, he's immediately dizzy with excitement when he hears your shy, murmuring voice.

"kento, i think .. i think i want us to start trying."

you've never seen his head whip so fast to look at you with a glint in his honeyed eyes and before you know it, he already has you sitting on the edge of the bed with your shirt and shorts discarded and tossed onto the floor—leaving you seated in just a pair of cotton panties.

his knees are against the carpet as he's sat between your knees, strong arms hooked underneath both of your thighs to keep them spread as he presses light kisses against your inner thighs. every few kisses, his lips drag along your sensitive skin and he's letting out an exhale of warm arm as he relishes in the way you're trying your best to stop the involuntary jerks of your hips.

"sensitive, hm?" he's pressing a smirk into your thigh as he gives you another kiss, brown eyes locked onto your flustered face.

you don't answer, fingers gently gripping onto the sheets of your bed as he places another smooch along your bare inner thigh.

"answer me, pretty." he murmurs against your skin and you're letting out a shaky exhale that you didn't know you were holding in.

"um- yeah.. just a little.." you sound so sheepish when you respond and nanami's smirk remains put.

"a little?" he repeats and as if he's testing the validity of your answer, your inner thighs are now being met with open mouthed kisses.

he lightly sucks at the skin and your fingers grip the sheets a little harder, a tiny whimper escaping your lips as you close your eyes. your head's falling back as you let out an airy sigh and he's unhooking an arm from underneath your thigh so he can press a palm against your chest, silently encouraging you to lay back and you follow.

you lean back onto the bed, holding yourself up with your elbows to look down at him and he pulls back—breath hitching in his throat when he sees the little damp spot right on the crotch of your panties. cute ... he presses the pad of his thumb right into the wet spot and immediately feels the heat of your drooling cunt behind the fabric.

his face grows stern and he's holding back a groan. his thumb presses in a little harder until it's right against your hole, the only thing separating the two of you from bare contact being the flimsy fabric still clinging onto your hips.

nanami runs his thumb upwards, leaving your hole and stilling right when he gets to your clit. he runs ghostly circles over your clothed clit and your jaw tenses at the very light stimulation.

"kento .." you sigh, jaw visibly tensing as he applies a little more pressure after you speak.

"hm?" he hums, eyes alternating between his thumb and the damp patch on your underwear that already looks like it's growing in size.

"feels good .." you readjust your elbows, still continuing to look down at him as he continues his soft ministrations on your clit.

"yeah? tell me all about it, gorgeous.." the corners of his lips curl upwards as he smiles at you.

his smile is so warm and your lips are falling apart so you can answer.

"just.. when you circle.. my clit like that.." you're sheepishly murmuring now, and as you do so, he's dipping his fingers into the side of your panties to get a better feel.

you choke on your words when his bare thumb envelopes itself in your slick, breath shaking as his wet thumb drags to circle your clit.

"kento."

"keep telling me about it. what feels good, baby?" he presses further for you to answer and you whine at the fact that he's wanting you to use your brain instead of just letting you moan for him.

"you rubbing my clit feels so fucking good, kento.." your fingers are gripping the sheets again and you press your lips together for a moment to collect yourself.

his thumb catches onto your clit just right and you're gasping out a moan, eyes closing as you continue,

"it's s- so much better when you do it. fuck, it just feels so much better." you're almost moaning out the last words, so enveloped by the stimulation that you don't realize that his fingers are hooking underneath your panties and pulling them to the side.

"feels better when it's my hands touching you, right?" he asks and right as your lips part so you can agree with him—the tip of his middle finger presses right against your drooling hole for a second before slipping past the ring.

"o- oh!" you hiccup, his finger sliding in until your little spasming ring is clinging onto the first knuckle of his finger.

"yeah. i bet it feels so much better, my sweet girl." he coos and slides his finger in further until the second knuckle is bumping against your slit. "there you go, baby."

he pulls his finger back before pushing it back in and the thumb on your clit resumes it's ministrations. your stomach flexes as he pleasures you, pulling out little mewls and moans from your mouth.

your back is fully hitting the mattress now as you fully surrender to nanami, hips rolling forward to meet his working fingers. his thumb applies more pressure to your sensitive nub and his finger curls, prodding the tip of his digit against that spongey spot inside you that never fails to make you cry out for him.

warm tingles run down your spine to it's destination; the sopping slit between your thighs. every circling stroke of his thumb on your clit has a miniature wave of hot bliss washing over your lower tummy and it leaves your drooling cunt spasming for more, more, more.

nanami suddenly retracts his thumb and before you can complain, he's leaning down and massaging his tastebuds right against your clit.

"k-kento!" the sob you let out is pathetic and you're shakily arching your back off the bed.

he laps at your cunt, rolling your sensitive little bud against his tongue as his finger only works with more fervor. his digit is shining with your slick as he fingerfucks you, your hand flying down to grasp and tug at locks of his blonde hair.

the stimulation only makes your hips buck more and now you're practically humping your dripping cunt into his needy mouth. your clit grinds against his tongue and you feel the invasion of a second finger stretching out your weeping hole.

"k-ken .." you cry, his fingers curling into your sensitive spot, hole squeezing tightly onto his digits.

he grunts like a starved man against your pussy and you're being dragged closer and closer to the edge of what feels to be the most earth shattering orgasm.

"close, k-ken—so.. so fucking close." you're moaning, little pants and whimpers leaving you that have no intent of stopping.

you're right there. all that's needed is a few strokes of his fingers, a few swipes of his tongue, and you'll be sobbing out melodies as you cum on his face.

but .. nanami doesn't want you to cum yet. no, the only time you're gonna be cumming is when his cock is spearing your needy pussy open and he's filling you to the brim with his load.

to your dismay, the stimulation suddenly fades into the distance as nanami pulls away. his fingers drag out of your cunt, leaving your empty cunt spasming around nothing as your clit that was once warm with his mouth is now being uncomfortably soothed by the cold air in the bedroom.

he was reluctant to pull away, but nanami needs to keep you right on the edge for him. he needs to make your pussy so needy that it's opening up even more for him. he needs to make your hole so desperate that it clings onto anything and everything it's given—whether it's his cock or his cum. nanami has to be sure you take what he gives.

he's quietly pulling the fabric of your panties back over your dripping slit to cover it.

"kento.. wanted to cum." he hears you sulking, your hips bucking into emptiness as you crave his touch.

"patience, baby." he hums, finally standing up from the floor as his hands work to undo the buckle of his belt before deftly pulling it from the loops of his trousers.

"can you be patient for me?" nanami asks, honeyed eyes looking down to admire you in all of your beauty.

you look so pretty. all for him.

"i can be patient, kento." nodding your head, you spread your thighs further as you hear his belt hit the floor, followed by the glorious sound of a zipper being undone. "just g-give it to me soon, okay?"

your sheepish display of neediness has him letting out a chuckle, his thumbs dipping underneath the waistband of his trousers and boxers to pull the combined fabrics down his muscular legs. his cock springs free, flying up to thump against his stomach before falling forward and bobbing slightly.

"oooh .." he coos, "are you making orders now?" his pointer and middle fingers hook underneath the waistband of your panties, pulling the flimsy cotton down your legs and tossing it besides the previously discarded clothes on your floor.

you're completely nude for him now.

"you know i'm not one to make you wait too long, pretty." he reminds you, gripping the base of his cock with his hand as he stands idle between your spread thighs.

your legs are instinctively lifting to hang idle at either side of his waist, silently letting him know you're ready. he leans forward, wide body hovering over your smaller one and he's placing a spread palm right beside your head in order to support his weight.

the head of his cock is gliding through your wet folds and you're sucking in a sharp breath each and every time it catches against the hood of your clit or entrance. his eyes are solely focused on where he's making the two of you meet, brows connected in concentration as he tries to stager himself off from thrusting in right then and there.

you can tell he's holding back and you're sweetly murmuring to him, "come on, ken—make me a mama, yeah?"

a switch flips in his brain when he hears your encouragement because his cockhead is immediately prodding against your hole. every prod has a noticeable pressure building behind it and he's heavily exhaling through his nose.

"yeah, pretty .." he mutters, eyes still transfixed on the way his cock is beginning to press into your cunt. "i'll make you a mama."

and just like that, he pushes forward—thick tip of his cock finally popping into your cunt, your head being thrown back as you let out a little whimper from the stretch. your hands are running up his arms and finding purchase on his shoulders, squeezing.

"kento .." the way you say his name comes out as a purr and it spurs him further, another inch of his cock pressing into your cunt.

then another, and another, and another .. until his tip is nuzzled up against your cervix. he has you so full that you think you can feel the beads of precum that your tight cunt is squeezing out of him being smeared right against the barrier.

he leans back, not hovering over your frame anymore and his hands hook underneath your thighs. he draws his hips back, cock dragging out until it's just his head being clung onto by your hole. nanami wastes no time before he thrusts forward, digging his way back to your cervix.

and he's repeating the action again, setting the perfect pace for himself and you as he starts to make love to you. he feels so deep, every thrust causing your walls to accommodate to his meaty length.

each push and pull of his hips has his cock dragging against the sweetest, most sensitive parts of your cunt—little sighs and whimpers leaving your lips that now refuse to close. it just feels too good. every brush of his tip against a particular spot has your warm walls spasming and squeezing around him and he's grunting to himself, trying his hardest not to get lost in the feeling.

"feel good, baby? am i making you feel good?" nanami asks and he's lifting a leg up to rest on his shoulder, kissing the side of your calf that flexes in response to the sweet action.

"feels so fucking good, kento.." you're struggling to get the words out when the new angle has his cock pressing right into your g-spot.

"oh my— goshhhhh .." there's a crack in your voice, your hips rolling forward right as his pelvis meets yours—his balls plapping right against your asscheeks.

there's that warmth again, those miniature waves of hot bliss and they're originating right from inside your cunt every time he stimulates that spongey spot. nanami knows how you're feeling because he feels it too.

he feels your walls squeezing him even tighter and when he looks down—it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. your pussy walls are desperately clinging onto him with each pull back of his hips, begging him to stay inside and almost looking as if it's inviting him to nestle inside as deep as he wants.

there's a coil vibrating in his stomach and his balls are starting to pulse the more he continues to thrust. nanami's hand slithers away from the duty of keeping your leg secured ontop of his shoulder—and instead slithers between where the two of your bodies meet, thumb resting right onto your clit.

"a—ah! f-fuck.. kento.." those pleasuring waves are building in strength and his thumb is drawing circles on your clit.

it doesn't help that he's already taken one potential orgasm away from you because now that he's stimulating your sensitive pearl once again, you're not sure you can last much longer. and nanami knows this and that's what he wants because he's unsure of how much longer he himself can last.

every drag of his thumb has your body reacting; hips rolling, back arching, cunt pulsing, and lips moaning relentlessly for him. you're bracing yourself for how hard this orgasm is gonna hit you, fingers gripping onto the bedsheets like they did early. shit. you're gripping so hard that your knuckles are turning white.

"it feels like you're gonna cum." he roughly grunts, the force of his thrusts growing in strength and with evidence as the two of you can hear the audible plaps. "come on, sweetheart—you can cum for me, can't you?"

nanami's coaxing is ripping a pathetic and prolonged whimper from your throat, his thumb quickening it's drawn circles on your little nub and your thighs are trembling.

"y-yeah, kento—g'nna cum.. so close.." you're starting to slur your words, body starting to become enraptured in the heat of your building orgasm.

one more circle is drawn onto your clit and you cum. hard.

your vision whites as if you've been blinded with a floodlight, body convulsing with pleasure as your cunt gushes slippery slick onto his thrusting cock. you swear that your toes curled so hard that the knuckles cracked and you can't do anything but roll your hips, working to prolong your orgasm as long as possible.

but nanami is aiding you in this as well, thumb still stimulating your clit and he's grabbing your leg, lowering it down from sitting on top of his shoulder so it can wrap back around his waist.

"k—kento!" you cry and he's leaning forward, hovering closely to your body so his face hangs right above yours.

"p-pretty girl. my pretty woman." he's murmuring, exhaling warm breath onto your face as his balls taut—ready to cum.

"i'm gonna make you a mama, yeah? gonna.. fuck. come here, pretty." he rambles and leans down further, pressing his lips against yours.

you're crying a 'kento' against his lips as his cock nuzzles right against your cervix, his pelvis right against yours and his twitching balls flush against your asscheeks as that vibrating coil in his stomach snaps—spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting into your needy and desperate womb, happily accepting all of it.

he's exhaling loudly, grunting into your lips as you whine back into his. his hips pull back slightly before thrusting back forward as if to ensure he's getting his cum in as deep as he can.

a few more deep thrusts into your cunt and he stills, keeping his cock wedged in as deep as he can as he breaks the kiss, allowing you to catch your breath that's coming out in little exhausted pants.

the two of you both collect yourselves, taking your time to calm down as the afterglow shifts into gears. nanami is first to speak, eyes tracing every feature of your face.

"you feelin' okay? you need anything?" his brows furrow like he's suddenly concerned, "i wasn't too rough, was i? anything hurting?"

you practically swallow a few more well needed breaths before you smile, eyes lidded with exhaustion as you nod your head.

"i'm okay, kento. you were perfect." you're sighing out reassurance, hands ungripping the sheets so you can cup his face. "so perfect." you grin now.

nanami takes a moment, visibly processing your words before his face relaxes and he's returning a small and tightlipped smile.

"i'm so relieved .." he admits, "you did so good, sweetheart."

his hips draw back fully until it's just his tip inside, the two of you bracing yourselves for the flood of cum that's probably gonna leak out of you and onto the bedsheets. yet, when he pulls out.. there's nothing.

the two of you pause and he stares down at your cunt that still continues to twitch from the lingering effects of such a strong orgasm. his face begins to grow sheepish the longer he stares.

"ah .." he starts, "i guess.. i really did ... cum deep.." he's muttering the words so flustered and you can't help but let out an airy giggle at his reaction.

"kento," your lips are spread into such a wide grin that your cheeks hurt, "i think that's what we want, no?"

his brown eyes blink at you and he's trying to collect himself as he nods. "i suppose so—yeah, you're right." there's still that sheepishness look etched onto his face and it only causes your grin to stay put.

"i love you." you tell him and that seems to break him out of his little spell because now he's grinning back, leaning forward to press a kiss to your head.

"love you too, pretty. so much." he reaffirms his love back to you and stands up straight, "i'm gonna start a bath for you, alright?"

you nod your head and even when nanami leaves the room to do exactly that, the last thing he sees is your pretty smile.

and your pretty smile is the first thing he sees after he opens a box that contains pajamas for a newborn alongside a positive pregnancy stick.

god. he's waited so long for this.

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

share my world

synopsis : your boyfriend has a weird little habit of squeezing your fingers. and, naturally, he won't tell you why.

an. i make a stupid "you cant just say perchance" joke here bc i think its very funny. it's corny, so beware!

"so, are we ever gonna talk about this ?"

if katsuki is startled by the fact that you're awake, he barely let's it show besides the way his eyes widen just slightly in the darkness of the room, you're eyes have adjusted enough thanks to the light of the moon peeking through the curtains.

"gonna talk about what ?" he asks sluggishly, eyes drifting downward towards your hands again. or more specifically your fingers.

"talk about why you keep squeezing my fingers when you think i don't notice ?" you explain. katsuki takes about ten seconds to respond. his eyes dart to you when you finish talking. when he looks away again he squints and squeezes your finger with his thumb and pointer almost by reflex.

"s'not like i'm trynna be sneaky.."

you realise he's trying to weasel his way out of your question with a vague answer, so you insist. "and it's always my ring finger too, is it like crooked or something ?" you joke. that rewards you with a huff of laughter from your boyfriend, who squeezes your ring finger tight.

"yeah, m'trynna—set your shit straight." he groans, pretending to struggle as you whine in discomfort. trying to wiggle your finger out of his grip.

when he grants you some mercy and loosens up (still not letting go) he speaks again "if it bothers you so bad why didn't ya say nothin' ?"

"doesn't bother me, perchance.. just wanna know what the big deal is." you reassure, shrugging deeper into his sheets.

he raises an eyebrow holding back a smile "ya can't just say perchance, moron." you stick your tongue out at him as you laugh "that's the joke, asswipe. now quit dodging the question !" you snark, he squeezes your nose in retaliation.

he grunts, looking around the room for anything to save him from talking. he groans when he doesn't find anything.

"i just—it's—i just—do it cuz' i wanna, that a problem ?" he stutters defensively. you roll your eyes, squeezing his nose back, chuckling when he dashes away and glares like you'd smacked him.

"of course not, suki."

"good. quit interrogating me then."

you roll your eyes with a sigh, knowing this is the most you'll get out of your cryptic boyfriend. "that's gonna make me even more curious, y'know ?"

"tough luck. guess y'r just gonna have to live with that. 'night." he settles, and the bastard actually closes his eyes, pulling you closer like his personal plushie. you push at his shoulder "dick." you mutter, he chuckles quietly.

and yeah, you guess you are gonna have to live with that, until you forget about it that is. only for you to remember again and ask him this exact question again and though you're being patient for now, katsuki knows that sooner or later you'll get restless. always so damn impatient, he thinks to himself.

well, not like he could say much, but he'll keep that thought to himself.

and he's being pretty patient right now, he thinks. squeezing your ring finger tight when he realises your breathing has slowed and you'd fallen asleep. he rubs at the spot where he hopes, he prays, you'll allow him to put a ring on soon.

you were just going to have to live with this for a little bit longer in the meantime.

Being the bane of sukunas existence as you're his girlfriend because you act like a perverted old man around him... he kinda digs it tho, its mildly hilarious and he doesn't dislike the unhinged attention (he tries to be so lowkey about it)

Every once in a while, you'll caress his behind or fondle his big boobily man breasts, the same way he does to you. he was only stunned at first - now he is completely unphased by your sneaky little hands.

he texts you, asking you what you want for dinner, and he's not surprised when the answer is "i want you oiled up and naked in bed by the time i get home". then he just replies with "making pasta"

Big obnoxious smacking noises when you kiss him all over, and sukuna just lets you be, he'll be sitting on the couch turning the tv on and here you come, smooching his cheek. sometimes, its the top of his head, other times, its his forehead or neck. if you do it too much though, you'll get covered with his bite marks in return.

when sukuna gets up to go to the toilet, you ask him if you can hold his peepee while he takes a piss, bc you saw a funny tiktok talking about it... he gives you a silent judgmental stare as he closes the door on your face. but behind it, he lets out the tiniest snort and shakes his head bc the idea of it is so ridiculous.

one time when you go outdoor camping with him you genuinely accidentally stumble close to sukuna who is taking a leak in the forest bush area and he catches you staring from behind as he's buttoning himself back up. and then he's chasing you down while you're screaming that it was an accident and that you only heard him peeing and didn't actually see anything. (not that you don't know what it looks like, anyway.)

when he's sweaty after a workout or some physical exertion, you'll definitely be approaching him deviously, talking about some "covered in flavour" type of bullshit... he'll push your face away and head into the shower but his ears are flushed with red.

just... sukuna who will let u mack on him endlessly bc he secretly doesn't hate the doting 🥹🥹🥹 and if you're not being obnoxiously lewd or affectionate?? thats when he knows something's up...

and obviously, every now and then you'll say something that makes him know that you're not just lusting over his body.

during a walk back home on a summer afternoon, you point upwards while holding his hand and looking up.

"sukuna, look. you're in the sky."

he reluctantly looks up, expecting some sort of dick shaped cloud or something like that. but there are no clouds in sight.

"what is there to look at?" he asks, quizzically.

"the colour, silly. when the sun's still setting, the sky always gets like this, around the same time everyday. the pretty pinkish colour, like your hair."

he turns silent and observes the sky for a minute. you call him silly, as if it's an everyday thing that you compare a person with the literal sky.

"it's my favourite time of the day..." you mumble, just barely audible to his ears. and something about the way you stand there, and speak so softly, makes you look so pretty to him. "i'll always think of you when the sun is setting."

"oh- but i think of you everyday regardless, i suppose."

he already knows that. he already knows you love him. why does he feel so flushed right now?

"alright, i get it. enough. let's continue home," he urges you, holding your hand tighter. you follow him down the street, like a puppy.

life couldn't feel more at peace right now, with your fingers interlocked with his, listening to you hum your favourite song on the way home, the street now covered with the orange light of the sunset.

"any ideas for dinner?" he asks, a few minutes after some silence.

"mmm..."

oh, he regrets asking the question now, fully knowing what's coming.

"i want your tatas in my mouth, please."

"tatas?" sukuna's asks with furrowed brows.

after bursting into laughter at the way he said it, you attempt to think up an actual food you want for dinner.

"...just for tonight." sukuna mutters.

"huh?"

"don't ask me again, i might change my mind."

"wait- really?"

let's just say, your mouth had a taste of heaven for the first time that night.

“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” - Luke 23:34

sooo… jesus art got me to 10k on twitter😳, here is some more art, i can’t draw wolves, or clothes, or anything really

dude ur interrupting on the floor time with ur beautiful face STOP

we fly together | kageyama tobio x reader

in which kageyama tobio is born for several things: the court, his team, and you. and he really, really wants to marry you.

wc: 766 | gn reader | little glimpses of your relationship with tobio over the years

There are several givens in Kageyama Tobio’s life. 

There’s volleyball. It’s in his blood. Volleyball is shoes squeaking on floors, the shrill of a whistle, Nikuman after practice, and that sweet, sweet feeling of connection– fingers brushing yellow and blue leather and palms aching after a serve. Kageyama Tobio was born for the court and born to fly. 

His team is one of them. There’s Sugawara, who still treats him to yakitori and an Asahi Dry (or three) whenever he’s back in Miyagi. Daichi sends him assorted nuts from Sendai every once in a while and Nishinoya mass e-mails him slightly blurry pictures of his life abroad on New Years. Ushijima buys electrolytes for him and Kourai. Shouyou is, well, Shouyou, and Kageyama counts him as two givens. 

There’s the small things too: he takes a little too long to read Kanji, he buys a new face wash every month, he will always avoid rush hour. 

And then, he thinks, there’s you. 

It hits him in full force in the middle of the street on a Tuesday evening as he holds a plastic bag of groceries. It also, consequently, renders him immobile for ten minutes, because Tobio had never been one to dwell on the givens. But as he stands on the pavement and his bag carries the burden of hashi for two, yogurt for two, two packs of sandwiches and four bags of gummies,

 ( because you really like those gummies: and Tobio had thought, if you like the grape flavor, then you should also try the strawberry. And if you wanted to try something new, you might crave the fizzy Cola ones. And if you liked the Cola ones, then he had to buy the Ramune flavored ones, too ) 

Tobio gets the urge to buy a ring. And an urge, no, a craving to marry you. 

Tobio remembers study sessions in high school and desperate makeouts in Karasuno’s dusty storage closet. He remembers the firsts: first conversation, first fight, first kiss, first date. Sprinting on beaches before the sun kissed the horizon and laying underneath the stars. He remembers graduation under cherry blossoms and pressing his second button into your palm with red cheeks and shaking hands. 

There were tears, too. Anger as he realized he couldn’t, for once, be selfish and have both you and professional volleyball. Anger as you had cried and cried and cried in his arms because you were getting your degree in Miyagi and he was moving to Tokyo. Anger as you had suggested breaking things off because you knew that Kageyama was born for the court. To fly. 

And you had said, between tears, that Tokyo was his potential. Because you knew him, and you knew that he didn’t like texting and that he wasn’t good at communicating, but you somehow underestimated how much you meant to him. Then: you had stopped crying because Kageyama was crying. And you had never seen Kageyama cry. 

You were there when Kageyama started on the National Team, standing in the bleachers with the biggest smile he had ever seen, jumping as you turned to show him the Kageyama embroidered on the back of your jersey. You were there when he accepted his position on the Adlers, and watched their broadcasted games behind textbooks and journals and pencils from your dorm in Sendai. 

Kageyama was there when you called him sobbing because the pipes in your dorm leaked. He was there when you got fired from your part time job for slapping a customer. Begrudgingly, he was there when you asked him to have Oikawa Tooru sign twelve jerseys for your friends at university. And then, he was there when you graduated college, diploma in hand and a blush on your cheeks as you pressed your button into his palm even though you really weren’t supposed to do that. 

Now you’re in Tokyo, having accepted his slightly bashful request for you to move in with him– in a nice apartment on the fourteenth floor overlooking the city; because even though he didn’t really like heights, he knew you loved city lights and people-watching. And if he had to cover his face when he saw the nameplate next to your shared apartment that read Kageyama, well. You didn’t have to know that. 

He’s still on the street, and he’s still holding his grocery bag, but his eyes are firm because he really wants to make your last name Kageyama. 

So he makes a phone call. 

“Tanaka-san,” He says before his former upperclassman can react. “Where did you buy Shimizu’s ring?” 

Literally