A Yes The Angst Is Good Today 😌😌

Bakugo just loving and squeezing the chubby reader. Story is reader is being insecure also they're very shy just wondering why he didn't go for a girl with spunk. So to prove her wrong he was rough with them but now he's all soft and giving the best aftercare. Kisses, rubbing ointment to soothe the sting they got cause he actived his quirk a bit when slapping their butt and giving them food and water after. Just a lot of you did so good's and you're perfect remember that. Nuzzling and kissing every roll, bruises and bite he put too. We just need soft Bakugo 🥺💗

soft bk you ask, soft bk you get ☺️

bakugou is widely know for his big temper and horrible attitude towards others, so when your friends constantly question you about if he’s hurting you or putting you last, you get quiet. and they get worse, promising to beat him up if he left you somewhere, or made an offhand comment about your weight or insecurities, but you’re still quiet.

stuck in your memories.

you remember how he reacted to you asking if you’re what he really wanted. saying, “why me, kat. i’m not much,” he growled in your face about this, that, and the third, about how he wanted you, so so bad, he’d do anything to stay by your side.

how he loved the comfortable silence you’d let hang between you on a rainy day. how he loves the way you’d walk to him, hands clasped in front of you, and how it takes all of his willpower not to eat you up. or the way you’d make little treats for him and leave them at his elbow, not interrupting his work in the slightest. how he wanted you to interrupt him so he could kiss you silly and squeeze the life out of you.

“all of the times you’ve put up with me? i think you’ve got it wrong baby bear.” he kissed you so deep it pulled your breath away, left you hanging in the air, your only anchor being katsuki himself, and his grip on you was equally as tight. “i’ll show you why i love you baby, you gonna let me?” he sighed as he broke away, chest heaving and eyes searching your face. “or you gonna be an idiot and live in that head of yours?”

that night, he truly put you through the ringer. you felt so stuffed, you couldn’t even breath too deep without cum leaking out, not to mention the dried cum on your face from him facefucking you. he was sure to bite every part of you, down to your little toes. and if he used his quirk a little in that last spank, you’re welcome for the memories.

but when you two were done, he looked at your tearstained face and sighed. “hey, you okay baby?” he was already repositioning you two to where he could have you lay atop him. he enjoyed the feeling of your soft body against his, and would drag you atop him every time you were tired out. “fuck, my little one was perfect as always.”

he startled when he felt tears on his chest, “hah? fuck’s wrong?” when your arms curled under him and you pressed to him tighter, it left him breathless. he rubbed his hands up and down you back a little harder.

it was the aftercare you remember so vividly. the way he handled you like china, making sure you drank water and ate a hard candy. swatting at you when you tried to stand, reminding you that if you could walk, you clearly needed a few more rounds. either way, if he wasn’t there, you would’ve definitely busted your ass.

you remembered his laugh when you pouted at him until he drank something also, and his subsequent suppressed smile when you clapped for him. he was trying not to laugh at you, your situational awareness sucked for a while, you were literally pouting on the toilet.

he still wouldn’t trade you for the world.

the big shower in your bathroom was perfect for you both, and if memory serves well, kat can handle the scorching temperatures of your shower water. and if he couldn’t, why didn’t he say anything? he rubbed you down with a soapy cloth, being sure to keep a light, steady pressure so he wouldn’t pain any of your little marks, kissing over them if he saw you jump even the slightest. he hummed at you lowly when you tried to return the favor, instead asking you to shampoo and condition his hair.

you remember him bringing you out and laying you on the bed, a “gotta check you over,” falling from his lips. and once again, every bruise and mark found was treated with a soft touch and ghost of lips. laving you in shea butter, he went in with burn cream after for your tush. if he joked that this can be your engagement ring for the future, maybe you flicked his forehead, maybe you didn’t.

when he finished up with your feet, he tugged comfy undies up your legs, asking if you wanted his shirt to sleep in. you remember him pausing and looking over his shoulder at you. you don’t remember what you said or did to earn that look, but you do remember when happened after.

kisses. you were smothered in kisses. and with every kiss there was a little remark ranging from, “you still don’t understand how perfect you are,” hummed on your shoulder, to, “you see this? yeah, these are stretch marks on my beautiful baby,” vibrating on your thighs.

every bite he left was covered in a kiss and a sweet remark from the man who would only let himself be soft around you.

“look at me, hey!- at me, not gonna tell you again,” he rasped, grasping your soft cheeks between his big hand forcing your eyes to his, “i don’t care whatever the fuck you think about yourself, you’re mine, and it’s gonna stay like that. get over it.”

“but kat-.”

“but nothing,” he cut you off, “no baby of mine is gonna be sad and mopey. now, come here.” he pulled you into a tight hug, digging fingers into your cellulite and rolls. he nosed your bonnet aside, kissing your ear and grumbling, “love you, got it?”

you breathed deeply for a second, keeping tears at bay, “got it, love you, so much, kat,” you remember burying your face into his shoulder, letting out a wet giggle when he whispered, “i fuckin know.” you’ll never tell him, but you know the water on your shoulder wasn’t from wet hair.

yeah, you remember every second of that night, how he kept his arms around you all night. heeded your need to be closer to him by sticking his tired soft, cock into you, shushing you when you cried out, saying, “sleep dumbass, ’s no other way i could get ‘closer’.” to his gasps when he woke with you bouncing on him softly, broken words of, “you got ha- unhhh- and i wanted to hel- mhm! ‘suki!!”

he called you, “the prettiest thing to wake to,” before squashing your face into the bed and bucking into you wildly. you remember being out of commission the rest of the day and your wonderful man being at your beck and call, even if he said ‘no’ to everything you asked for while bringing it to you.

you were still quiet after the brunch you just finished with your girls, them still promising death and pain to bakugou, and that’s when he came in, looking for you. “c’mon dumbass, we got shit to do today,” he came behind you, picking up your bags and helping you from your seat.

“thank you, honey,” you quietly mumbled, grabbing his hand and taking your purse from him when you stood. he fixed your necklace, fingertips kissing your skin. he huffed seeing your gold ‘dymamight’ chain, along with the one he gave you weeks ago, both of your birth stones.

“gimmie the check,” he grumbled, snatching it away with a soft brush on your wrist and leading you to the front so he can pay.

“oh, one second,” he looked at you and huffed, “meet me at the front,” leaving his lips, and continuing the journey to pay your check.

you turned back to the subdued table of your friends, all looking away or fiddling with straws. “thank you guys, but, i’m fine,” you smiled, bidding them goodbye until next time, and walking to the exit.

katsuki was waiting for you, big arms crossed and playing around with his phone. you laid a gentle palm to his forearm, snorting when he jumped. “cut it out asshole,” he grumbled, opening the door for you, gentle hand on your lower back.

the last thing your friends saw from their window seat was katsuki kissing your fingers and tucking them into the crook of his arm, smirking softly when you hugged closer to him, hiding your eyes. they saw his lips move, and when you laughed and shook your head, your own lips curving around words quickly, they came to a consensus.

maybe you were fine.

and you were if your memories served you right.

I’m sorry but he’s such daddy material

I’m such a simp for Yoongi it’s not even funny 😩😩

Like he’s handsome?? He’s a sleepy boi?? He’s a talented artist?? LIKE WHATS NOT TO LOVE-

This man is BOTH my Bias and my Bias Wrecker

HE IS JOKING

10/12!

Were almost at the end hhhdgdbjgdgdhk

skater boy suguru

Virus (RK900 x Chubby!Reader) **SMUT**

Author’s Note: HeAr Me OuT: ThErE iS nOtHiNg WrOnG wItH RK900. In this fic, he’s already turned deviant thanks to Connor (And Sumo). sO ThErEfOrE hE aIn’T eViL ,  ^  , 

+ I’ve decided to name the RK900 in this fic Richard, because of 1) A vine, and 2) I was trying endlessly to find a name for him and I saw the word ‘Richard’ and thought, “OK GREAT WE’RE USING THAT”

Summary: Ever since RK900 joined the party, he’s been looking at you quite curiously. He tried talking to Connor and tells him that he’s beginning to become deviant. Denying the idea, he thinks that you’re some sort of virus in his software. You try to help him, but it doesn’t go the way you thought it would go. 

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“What do you mean. Connor?” Richard persisted. He hasn’t quite gotten the hang of the emotions that were slowly coming to him. He actually hasn’t gotten any emotions he’s been having these past few weeks. He tried asking Connor to see if he would know any of this since he’s been deviant much longer than the RK900. 

Connor sighed, “Explain this to me over again as best as you can. Don’t leave anything out.” He almost pleaded, trying to find something in Richard’s testimony. 

“I cannot find the best words to explain it…Whenever I converse with her or look at her, I crash…I freeze for a moment. I kept rechecking my systems yet nothing is wrong…Could she be causing a…” Richard paused. He wasn’t sure if it was it, or if a human could be possible of doing this towards an android. 

“A virus?” 

Furrowing his eyebrows, Connor asked, “Are you sure that Y/N, Y/N, can give you a virus? She’s never given any android a virus for all I know.” As much as Richard wanted to disagree, “Virus” was the only word he could think of towards you. He didn’t know if it was bad or good. The fact that the feeling of it was good, but what he felt after was worse. 

He was designed to be a machine, and take orders. Ever since you entered…he’s been feeling deviant. 

“I…I don’t know…All I know is that it’s making me feel this unusual attraction towards her.” 

Ding. 

“Oh. You’re feeling what humans call, ‘Love’.”

Wait, what did Connor just say? Love?

“Love?” 

Connor confirmed, “It makes sense…You always have this lost puppy gaze whenever you look at her. Even Gavin got a bit jealous that you were on Y/N’s tail every day.” 

Oh god. Now that Richard thinks about it, it is true. He’s in love. 

“Guys? What are you two doing in the break room?” And just like that, Richard flinched at the sound of your voice. Richard never flinches, and that only made Connor chuckle to himself silently. 

Talking to each other through their minds, Connor commented, “You’re flinching too! Dear god, you really are in love!” 

Richard, ignoring with his cold stare, as usual, responded to your question, “Nothing, why are you here?” 

Smiling, you retorted, “Fowler assigned Hank and me to a big case. So…you two should get in the car because Hank’s beginning to get impatient.” Chuckling, you leave the station and sit in your own car in the driver’s seat. 

Hearing the passenger car door open, you see Richard, already buckled and ready to go to the crime scene and lick the goddamn blood with Connor.

“May I ask you a question, Y/N?” Keeping your eyes on the road, you nodded, letting the soft music in the background fill the awkward silence between the two of you. 

“How do you think things are between us?” You stiffened a little from the question, but you answered it in full confidence. 

“Well, I’m glad that you’re warming up to me. It brings me a bit of hope that we could be friends. N-Not that we’re not friends right now, but you know - close friends.” As you smiled, Richard’s love for you grew greater. He could see that the probability of you having a crush on him is high, but not high enough. 

But he’ll make sure to toss in a few flirtations towards you while investigating. By now he just didn’t care about the mission 100%. If this is how he was going to become a deviant, then so be it. 

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Please! Please! Bless us with a Bull!Bakugo fic when you can! 😩

He’s always regarded as being the most difficult hybrid to tend to in the farm to workers, but the minute he sees the new thicc and cute farm girl Y/N, he does all he can to gain her attention. Showing off his muscles, being well behaved for her, intimidating rivals, and following her around to the point of it being obvious to other hybrids on the farm (he can’t even deny it, he’s so damn possessive). He can’t stand the other heifers that can’t handle his attitude and all he can do is think about filling up and milking Y/N. He’s seething when a new bull is getting her attention so he decides to fake being hurt to lure Y/N into his pen in the barn before having her to himself and just fucking her until he’s all she thinks about.

bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk b-

holy fuck this got long.

before you came, bakugou was know as the resident problem bull. he never ate on time, always finding ways to get more sweets. never listening to the other farmhands when it came to his own individual health. most importantly, never let them do their jobs: milk him.

there was word going around that bakugou was the was he was because of improper milking, he’d never let the farmhands help, and the other cows were scared of how rough he would be. he was made the pariah of the reason you should let your farmhands do their job. but he just needed help. you saw that.

that why when you came, everyone was astounded. cute as hell in your bibs, made them look like a fashion statement, and you somehow even made goulashes look cute. not to mention the cow print hat you would had. it was big, spotted, and sparkly, “and 100% cruelty free!” you would smile to the heifers worrying over it.

they wouldn’t say it, but you had quite the figure. when you’d squat down to fix something, your thighs spread over. and sometimes when it was hot, you’d undo the top buttons of your shirt, making some cleavage spill when you fanned and dabbed at your sweaty hairline. and if your weren’t wearing a button up, you’d tie the back in a knot, showing off the pretty, squishy strip of skin from under your bra to where you overalls sat.

yeah, you were something of a starlet on the farm, having little calfs and bulls alike running after you.

but the part that made everyone surprised wasn’t just your figure and place of work, but the fact that bakugou listened to you.

he would be more mild tempered when you’d come to his stall, a smile on your plump lips and hands full of grains, corn, and his supplements. “hey there, bakugou,” you would always start, “how’re we feelin’ today?”

usually you’d get a stare, but today a grunt of, “fine,” left his lips and you jerked your head up to him in surprise. “well that’s great,” you spoke again, smiling to your feet. you hummed, digging around in your pockets, and made a noise of enjoyment when you found what you were looking for. grabbing his big hand, you carefully placed a few sugar cubes in his wide palm, winking at him when he stared, “have a nice one,” leaving your lips before you continued your rounds.

little did you know this would solidify his fascination with you.

he began following you around the fields, even doing some of the work with you, being sure to put his strong back on display when he lifted a heavy bale. he preened slightly when you’d say, “ah, good job bakugou! i needed help with that one definitely,” almost dropping to his knees when you picked stray things from his hair. 

he complimented you sometimes while you were picking up things. little things about how you’d be a pretty heifer, and that the shirt you wore today was nice on you. he liked seeing you stutter and jumble your words. you always thanked him the same though, a squeeze to his arm, and a bowed head. “you’re sweet bakugou-”

“katsuki.” he interrupted you one day. “my name.” and your shocked face made him want to chuckle.

“thank you, katsuki,” fuck he’d turned on by that, the way your lips curved around it like it was revered. he wants to hear it again.

he wanted you. bad.

and all of the others knew. they saw his bad attitude when you’d help some other bull, or had one of them slinking after you like a lost calf, all cow eyed. for his girl. and the heifers didn’t make it better, gossiping to you about his fights when you left, or how he’s been treating them horribly. idiots, all of them

no can do.

and he knew the easiest way was to say he didn’t feel well. you were always attentive to all of the bulls and heifers, babying them to health, even if it was just a nick from a bad trimming. 

he heard your sound of surprise when you were letting out the others for field time, some bull had told you he was still in his stall, probably one of the ones that thought they had a chance with you. they’re delusional, but this is perfect, he doesn’t even need to whine like a baby. your voice carrying, “i’ll check on him, go, have fun sweetie,” cemented his plan. you were just too kind.

“katsuki?” you called walking to him slowly, “you okay honey?” he gave no answer, heart beating quickly. “katsuki?” you knocked softly, “katsuki, ‘m coming in.”

yes!

when you walked in after knocking the door away, you turned to close it again, as usual, but this time your were pressed against it tightly. you gasped in shock, trying to turn, a question on your tongue that was stilled when you felt warm hands digging under your shirt. 

katsuki thanked the high heavens above. not only were you wearing that cute orange crop top today, the one your breasts could be seen spilling out the bottom of when you reached too high, but also your jean skirt bibs. you were asking for him today, weren’t you?

“’suki?” you questioned, grasping his wrists and turning yourself to him, “what the hell are you doing?” 

okay. this wasn’t the reaction he wanted.

“i-” he paused. how the fuck do you say you want to fuck your favorite little farmhand without making her scared? no idea. oh well, “i like you, and i wanna give you a baby.” 

you sputtered, choking on whatever words you had wanted to say, waving your arms wildly. “yo-you can’t just say that!”

“well i did, what’s the consensus?”

fuck, he’s blunt as hell huh?

but you can’t deny, he’s is fine as hell. 

“let’s try again, yeah?” you smiled to him, grasping his hand, “ask me this time.”

“wha-?”

“do it!”

“tuh,” he huffed, “will you, have a baby with me?” he looked away from you, jolting when you tugged him down.

poor bull, didn’t know you can’t have his babies, but still, “yes, katsuki, gimmie your babies.” you were still geeked. even when he ripped your bibs in half opening them and shoved your panties to the side.

“gonna be my good cow, take my milk?” he growled, rubbing his wet tip at your little weeping hole, and you gasped. you’d never milked katsuki before, so it was a pleasant surprise, knowing his length that is, and inside you broke.

you weren’t walking away from this one.

he teased you open further and further in his dick, delighting in the way your eyes got wider and wider, and the way your sounds got more and more lewd, even dribbling spit onto your shirt. “’m filing you up that good, baby?” you nodded quickly, almost banging your head on the door, “just you wait.”

he grunted when he bottomed out in you, feeling your mushy insides caressing him, he’s been missing this for sometime, waiting on you. all of the other heifers were scared of him and his tendency to, well, get rough. and it seemed like you remembered them telling you, the light coming back to your eyes for a second before he pulled out and sunk back into you. his hands were on your waist, squeezing the chub there affectionately and grinning when you let out a squeak. “feel good huh?” you didn’t even show you heard him. cute.

he pulled the excuse for a top away, flicking your dark nipples, grinning when you reached up to push him away, “cut it out,” he grumbled to you, “wanna see if i can milk these now.” and he knows he couldn’t, but seeing the way your eyes widened and breath caught was worth it, “i know you’re gonna give and my babies sweet milk, right sweet girl?” you whined a “yes,” clenching on his cock viciously, and it made his hips stutter. “y-yeah you are,” he stumbled through.

fucking into you on the door wasn’t the easiest thing, not that he got tired, he didn’t want you to hurt yourself. so he bought you to a flat surface, raised you legs into a v, and got back to work. you were creaming his cock so well, it just made the slide even better, and the sounds? incomparable to anything.

just wet, sticky sounds and claps of your fat ass hitting his hips. not to mention the sound of his balls slapping the bottom of your drooling cunny. you sounded so cute and fucked out, moans curling around the tail end of his name and little “so good”s raising into the air.

the third time you came around him, he smirked, asking if he was still battering that mushy cervix of yours. when your head shot up looking at him with surprise in your face, he stopped in you, hips flush, questioning you and getting more irritated when you only scrambled at your tummy, but then he looked.

your little hands were cupped over his length in you. he have you a belly bulge? “fuck baby, you like that?” he growled, lidded eyes tracing over your sweaty form. “want it to stay like that?” your moan and legs jerking in his grasp made him snarl at you, “cut it out, gonna fill you till you burst.” and with that he thrusted again, bouncing you up, jostling your tits and chubby cheeks.

you were still in a trance, tracing the bulge on your belly, crying out when it’d leave, but grinning the entire time, drool wetting you lips, tears in your face, leaking to your edges. you were a sight to see.

and it’d only get better when you were getting stuffed. and that’s soon.

“you ready for my cum, little one,” he bared his teeth when you moaned loudly around a, “yes please!” so fucking eager to be filled with his thick cum.

“good fuckin girl,” he reached down to your clit, rubbing it quickly, “gonna milk me, cum on my cock. now.” and you legs threatened to close until he quickly bent you in half, eyes looking into yours, snarling for you to cum on your own then and to never close your fucking legs on him again.

you did, and when you heard him gasp and felt him still, you stilled also. up until you felt that first hot spurt his your gummy walls. and another, and another, and another. you felt his balls contracting against the soaked bottom of your pussy, felt the way his big cock twitched in you like it was electrocuted. you dropped your head again, twitching with every gush that went into you, whining when you only got fuller and fuller. it was so much, you could already feel it leaking out obscenely, it made you wanna scream.

“almost done,” he said. almost? you were so full, you could feel your belly distend, and dragging your hand back to your lower belly proved you correct. “you’re gonna be a cute momma, got you so full fight now, there’s no other fuckin choice.”

you gripped his hair tightly, kissing him, whimpering, “so full, too much,” into his mouth. he just fucked you mouth with his tongue, he doesn’t know what you want him to do, he can’t stop it now, you just gotta be filled up sweetheart, you’ll be okay, he’s gotcha.

when it stopped, katsuki sat up and looked at you still form. you were breathing shallowly, like too big a breath would displace his cum in you. don’t worry about that, he’s keeping you nice and plugged up. nice and tight.

sitting up with you in his arms so he could give you water made you whine and hold your taut belly. ‘so fucking cute,’ he thought, taking his own big fingers and pressing down, delighting in your jerk and whine, and the way you dribbled out a little cum around him. you like that feeling don’t you? so full you could burst from any move. he has plans for that latter, don’t worry.

he didn’t say anything, but he felt the little motions of your hips on him. dragging your little clit in him, scratching at his back. you wanna milk him again, pretty girl? well go on.

he’s not letting you go until he feels like it anyway.

my sign for a protest a couple days ago. grateful to be there— and won't stop for nothin!

palestine will be free.

THIS IS SO SUGARY SOFT AND I WONT TO GIVE THE BOY ALL YHE LOVE 🥺🥺🥺

Request:Hi! :) my request is kind of open ended, I just think this is such an adorable thought..could you write a fic of a female reader being in a relationship with Bakugou..and they’re relaxing alone somewhere and the reader just peppers his face in kisses and SHOWERS him in affection? I just could totally see him melting tbh? Anyways 😳🥺 thank you, so sorry if this is out if your realm or anything! Hope you have a really amazing day ✨❤️

Shower you with affection

Bakugou x reader

Summery: as you stare at Bakugou, you really can’t understand why some people think of him as a monster.

Warning: cussing and Bakugou, also cheeky reader as it always seems to be.

A/N: Hello! I had an amazing day! And this is a cute thought<3. Requests are open for any character on the masterlist, just check the rules first please!

Masterlist

“Thanks for cuddling with me, I know it’s not really your thing.”

“Yeah whatever, be quiet and let me relax.”

To you— he looked so peaceful and content. He’s finally taking a break from his own ideals and thoughts, that usually make him so aggressive. He looked...beautiful? In a way, he looked nothing like the book he covered for. He looked like Katsuki, not bakugou.

Your thoughts that swarmed throughout your head made you realize something that you already knew. You loved him more than anything, you truely did. You do realize how aggressive and mean he tends to be DOES tend to throw people off however.

And he gets patronized and left out a lot because of it. He also doesn’t receive much affection, from his family or his friends because he’s so tough skinned and hard to approach.

He really wasn’t some arrogant asshole, he was more of a secret sweetheart who cared about his friends deeply.

A mutual respect was formed between you two, that soon turned to adoration, which turned into what you are now, boyfriend and girlfriend. You weaseled your way into his heart, and frankly you took pride and importance to your accomplishment.

He could feel your gaze on him as he tried to relax with his arm strewn across your shoulders. He grimaced and opened one eye to peek at you.

“The hell are you staring at? Do I look like a fucking painting?” He asked, his ever standoffish tone of aggressiveness still evident in his relaxed voice. You smiled up at him cheekily.

“Like a work of art.” You giggled. You swung your leg across his lap. He grunted and instinctively placed his hands on your hips to steady you. He had a slightly irritated look on his face.

“What the hell are you-“

You didn’t verbally answer him. You placed your hands against his cheeks and smashed your lips into his in a searing kiss. He let out a surprised noise into your lips, barely kissing back in his surprise.

You barely let him comprehend your actions as you continued to assault his face with your kisses. He seemed so taken aback by it, it almost made you stop holding back your smile, which you were holding back ont the fact that you could kiss him easier without it.

You kissed his lips, his forehead, his cheeks, his jawline, the tip of his nose, leaving multiple kisses in each spot. You were determined to leave no spot unkissed!

He quickly grasped your wrists, pulling them away from his face and towards your chest, but you still continued to kiss him everywhere. He flinched and turned his head away with a scowl, his face heating up.

“Hey hey! What the hell are you doing crazy, trying to slober me up or something?!?”

You laughed at him. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

“Oh It’s nothing, I just realized how much I love and appreciate you Katsuki!” You cheered, nuzzling your cheek against his affectionatly.

He flushed a deep red, his skin burning to the touch. You could hear him growl slightly, one that came from his chest. He turned his face away from you— causing you to face plant into his hair.

“Tch, d-doesn’t sound like “nothing” to me.” He growled with a click of his toungue. You knew him well enough to know he was very flustered by your statement.

You know that he’s probably doing his little pout, his face red as a cherry. You nuzzled your face into his hair, inhaling his caramel scent discreetly before laying a kiss down there. A chuckle rumbled throughout your body at him.

“Your right, it isn’t just nothing. I love you, you know that right?” You asked softly, your hand coming up to rest on his cheek, turning his head towards you so you can look him in the eye.

He tried to avoid your gaze, to embarrassed and flustered to make a snarky remark. You could see the doubt and hesitation in his eyes, the internalized loneliness in his red irises. He didn’t know how to react to your displays of affection as he opened and closed his mouth in an attempt to build a sentence.

“I- you-“ He stuttered, clenching his eyes shut, almost sweating as he tried to form a response. You smiled down at him, giving a nod of understanding. You slid your hand up to his blonde hair, petting it a couple of time.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything back.” You said, no sarcasm and snarky undertones in your voice.

“Hell, you don’t even have to believe me right now, but I’ll make you believe. I’ll make you believe how much your loved, by me and everyone else you know.” You said, resting your forehead against his, your eyes closed with a smile on your face.

His eyes widened and his mouth went slightly agape at your words. You didn’t acknowledge it however, in fear of him thinking you’re teasing him. His shocked expression didn’t last long however.

He turned his face away, a blush still evident. He scowled at you, but his lip was quivering and you could see in watery eyes, the tears he wouldn’t let fall in front of you. You could hear him click his tongue in dismissal.

“S-shut up- just be quiet, I don’t wanna hear your voice while I’m trying to- to relax.” He muttered out.

You shook your head at him, your understanding smile still on his face. You took your thumb and wiped on the underside of his eyes, aiding him in his wish to not cry infront of you.

“It’s okay Katsuki.” You muttered softly. “I’ll always be here to give you kisses.” You said with a cheeky smile, trying to lighten the mood. You heard him let out a large puff from his nose.

“Shut up (Y/N), you talk to much.” He said, his abrasive tone returning slowly, but with the whimpering sound still in his voice.

But, through his hesitant and abrasive expression, you could see a small smile growing on his face— which, is all you really wanted from him.

✨A/N: the tooth rotting sweetness- I can’t. But I tried out spacing my fics, do you guys like it like this or like my other ones where my spaces are less...well spacious.

The Jean fic is out btw for anyone who’s waiting on it, and a Bakugou and Ray fic are coming soon!

Requests are very much open! You can request for anyone on my masterlist, be sure to check the rules first!

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