Bakugou’s always gone to bed really early, you hear. So it doesn’t surprise you in the early days of your relationship when most nights you find yourself climbing into bed after he’s already been asleep for a while.
But those first couple times, no matter how quiet and careful you try to be, you always wake him.
He transitions from sleep to wakefulness in a heartbeat, startling you. Pinning you down, pressing you into the bed with his body, before his eyes even have the chance to register what’s in front of him. Hero reflexes, you guess.
Gradually, he gets used to it. Used to you being part of how he begins his days and ends his nights. And you make an effort to go to bed earlier, conscious of the fatigue that sometimes settles into his shoulders, his face.
These days when you crawl into bed, he stays asleep—for the most part. Some part of his brain stirs, his body reacts, because he always pulls you in close, mutters your name. He only settles once you say his name back, the lines of his body relaxing against yours.
oh him? that’s just my chew toy
nanami who tries his hardest to act like a gentleman when he finds out you’re a virgin. he respects that you wanna wait to lose your virginity but when the time comes, he can't control himself anymore. he kisses you with newfound urgency, his hands tangling with your hair as he pulls back your head so he can enrapture your neck with his lips. and god, when he gets to see how wet you are for the first time, his restraint snaps. he spanks your pussy before ramming two fingers into your tight hole. when tears prick at the sockets of your eyes, he whispers sweet nothings; "i know, baby. i know. it's a little intense." you cling to him helplessly, moaning into his shirt. "you gonna cum, honey?" you nod quickly before your juices flow all down his hand, soaking his wrist. a day or so after, you get flowers sent to your door with a note attached that says, "miss you lots, thank you for allowing me to do that to you. can't wait to feel you again. - love, ken."
shy men 🤝 "you're not getting anything until you look me in the eyes and beg for it"lady
katsuki who loves nose kisses btw. who's been innocently doing them with you ever since he was small and who still does them now. it's basically a reflex. whenever you're worried for him, or he has to go off somewhere, he presses his forehead to yours. who looks you straight in the eyes with an unspoken promise to be safe. he nods, smushing his nose to yours and nuzzling it softly, almost shyly. and then he's gone again, cheek, ears and nose completely pink.
wanna comfort him with my body. want him to suck on my boobs and hold my hands and get inside me and feel so nice and cozy and happy
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"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.
Boys are just supposed to be pretty things for girls to cuddle and cherish and protect and also fuck violently sloppy style I think
Why is this so true?
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