i think if you and katsuki were fighting in front of your child he would never forgive himself. the image of your baby standing in the open doorway with sleepy sad eyes, staring up at both of you in fear and confusion would make him want to walk into the sea.

katsuki hates your silence.

he can see the tension in your brow from across the room, even though you're facing downward into your book. anger not hidden, and he can only imagine all the shit you want to say behind that grit jaw.

"know you're pissed."

your nostrils flare, but you don't bare your teeth at him. "i didn't say i was pissed."

"don't have to, it's right there in your face."

as soon as the words leave his mouth, he's sour. it's—not fucking nice to say, to you, but it gives him what he wants and that is some kind of reaction. not to be ignored. neither of you can sleep like this and if you try, it's only gonna build resentment and the idea of you with your back to him, hating his stupid guts, wondering why you ever—

"i don't know what to say." you shrug, irritated. "i'm sorry i look pissed."

he scoffs. "don't apologize."

"well, what do you want, katsuki?" you heave a sigh that makes his stomach twist. he doesn't know why he's doing this, but he stands his ground anyway. "why are you picking a fight with me right now?"

"i'm not—" he holds onto that, scrambling it up in his brain until his anger feels justified. "i'm not picking a fight with you. 'm just sayin' i can see that you're fuckin' pissed at me right now."

from where you're tucked into bed, you just stare at him. eyes dark. hands relaxed in a way he doesn't like. if you're not pissed, then you're apathetic, and if you're apathetic, then he's already losing you.

still, he presses on. he wants you to say it, he realizes, just spit it out so he doesn't have to spend the night wondering what this means for the two of you—three of you. if he's crossing a line he can't come back from.

"i can't control when i gotta work—"

"oh my—" you rub your hands over your face, stressed and sighing. how many times have you had this argument? how many more can you put up with? "i know you can't control it, i'm not blaming you for that, but if you can't make it to the recital, then—"

the door creaks open, just behind him, and you both gasp at the same time; your hands fall from your face and into your lap; katsuki stumbles back from the doorway like he's been hit, eyes wide, surprised in a way he didn't think he could be anymore.

your daughter stands there. hugging the little plastic doll she's not supposed to sleep with. she looks at you, and then at him, and then at you, and then at him, and all her little tells are there. all the ways he's learned to understand when she's upset. how she's bearing all her weight on one foot, scrunching up the toes of the other, plucking nervously at the hem of her pajama shirt as if he doesn't fit her right even though he knows it does. it's her favorite.

her eyes are big. katsuki thinks they must look like his, rubied and shining.

nobody says anything until he murmurs a quiet, "hey," and even though she's getting too big for it, he scoops her up in his arms and lets her wrap her own around his neck, plastic doll and all. he hears you sniff, wetly, and your daughter turns her head to stare at you. quietly.

and katsuki thinks he maybe hates her silence, most of all.

i’ve decided that bakugou is actually a really touchy friend but no one comments on it because he gets embarrassed

i think that’s why it takes you so long to get together because you don’t know what his intentions are. he’s always got his arm draped across kiri’s seat at the bar and when he hugs izuku he brings him in by the back of his head and mina’s got her arm through his at all times. so you don’t think anything of the way he’s always got a hand on the small of your back until one day he’s had it and he’s nearly tearing his hair out like “do you think i just hold everyone’s hand?”

i think he blows a gasket when your answer is yes

Katsuki loved falling asleep next to you. As the years passed, his career expanded, and with it came longer shifts. More often than not, he'd come home to find you already tucked into bed, snuggled up to the warmth of his empty spot. His heart would tug at the sight of you, watching your form rise and fall with each steady breath.

Your nose would scrunch slightly as a cool draft slipped through the door. He’d quickly shut it, then silently shed his uniform as he made his way to the bed.

You never stirred as he slid in next to you. That simple act, of you sleeping soundly without a care, filled him with a quiet sense of accomplishment. It was proof that you felt safe with him—that you trusted him enough to sleep through the night, knowing you were protected. Anywhere. Anytime.

And you were. So even though Katsuki himself struggled to unwind after a long shift, the sight of you, peaceful and unguarded, did something to him. His heart swelled, his pupils dilating as he drank in the sight of you.

By instinct, your body shifted closer to his, even in your sleep. An arm would drape over his bicep, a leg slipping naturally toward his. He couldn’t help but smile, warmth spreading through him.

One day, he’d marry you. He was certain of it. The ring was already bought, hidden away at Deku’s house because, knowing you, you’d find it if it was anywhere near your reach.

But for now, he was content with the present. With the sight of you, safe and comfortable in his bed—his penthouse—waiting for his return like a true partner.

Katsuki loved watching you fall asleep beside him. After so many years of witnessing pain and suffering, the peace of your presence was his anchor. His tense muscles would loosen as he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes tracing the soft lines of your sleeping form. He memorized every detail.

In this all this silence Katsuki never looked away from you.

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GOJO SATORU

“gojo-sama,” the family in front of you scolds, trying to get his full attention. the royal family has come to your estate to propose a business alliance—a union with the well-known gojo clan.

gojo has you seated prettily on his lap on his golden cushioned throne, in full view of the royal family and advisors. halfway through the meeting, he loses interest, he has little concern for these meetings—all he truly wants is to be with you and your newborn daughter.

it was nearly impossible for him to focus, your scent envelops him, clouding his thoughts, leaving only you in his mind. his lower lip quivers as you shift against his hardening cock. he struggles to maintain composure but can’t resist trailing soft kisses along your neck. one large hand caresses your once pregnant belly while you fight to keep your gaze steady in front of the royal family.

Thoughts of Malleus towering over and leaning on a table while drafting his blueprints has me insane. 😩

He has to roll up his sleeves so he wouldn't leave pencil lead tracks all over his drafts. He has to tie up his hair because they'd get in the way otherwise. He's got to be serious because that's architecture we're talking about. Him drawing precise lines vertically, horizontally, without even needing a ruler... Chewing on his lower lip when he hits a snag on a particular detail.

And then glancing up because he hears the door opening; taking a moment to recognize you, before cracking a lopsided grin.

"Hey. Come, take a seat beside me while I finish this up quickly."

"Take your time. I like watching you work."

"Hmm. Then, what do you think of this building facade? I've been designing some structures that I think would complement this particular gargoyle rather nicely. Here are some sketches of them..."

So glad rafayel loves boobs as much as I do

winner

feat. what happens if no nut november comes around, and you're almost there at the finish line, and the girl you pined over since highschool, finally wants to fuck you?

God had granted him the ultimate temptation– the chance to fuck one of his perfect angels, and it felt like divine retribution for not seizing such a heavenly opportunity.

Gojo Satoru is the kind of guy people talk about. A natural winner in every way that matters.

He walks around campus like he owns the place, because he might as well have, since his net worth was three million by the time of his conception.

He’s the one everyone wants to be or be with—athletic, good-looking, blessed with charisma, and even intelligent. People gravitate toward him as if he’s the sun, and it seems like everything in his life just falls into place.

So it was only natural he would accumulate jealousy brewing among some students. They love to admire him, sure, but secretly, they waited for a crack to appear in his perfect image, eager for it to crumble.

So when November rolled around, Geto and a group of underclassmen saw an opportunity. They set up a bet, daring him to a challenge: for the entire month, Gojo was forbidden from his usual playful flirting and pursuits. A month of self-restraint for a guy who usually had the university’s most admired women hanging on his every word.

He shrugged it off. The only woman he truly wanted was you, from the start, anyway. The only true threat to his virtue was his hand itching to jerk him off to the thought of you. Other than that, he was fine.

…

Well, something happened.

Gojo couldn't remember what triggered it, why your lips were suddenly pressed against his. Perhaps it was the cheesy sex scene playing out on the screen, or the dumb joke he made about the actor's dick - it must have been a particularly good, dumb dick joke to elicit such a response from you.

The specifics leading up to this moment didn't matter. This was what he had fantasized about endlessly since high school, and now here you were, in his arms, your body flush against his.

But as your hand slid down his thigh, brushing against the throbbing bulge straining against his pants, a sudden realization hit him like a bucket of ice water. He had been strong for 24 days, resisting temptation and keeping his resolve. But now, with you so close, so eager, his resolve stood a chance of a house of cards against wind.

winner

feat. what happens if no nut november comes around, and you're almost there at the finish line, and the girl you pined over since highschool, finally wants to fuck you?

God had granted him the ultimate temptation– the chance to fuck one of his perfect angels, and it felt like divine retribution for not seizing such a heavenly opportunity.

Gojo Satoru is the kind of guy people talk about. A natural winner in every way that matters.

He walks around campus like he owns the place, because he might as well have, since his net worth was three million by the time of his conception.

He’s the one everyone wants to be or be with—athletic, good-looking, blessed with charisma, and even intelligent. People gravitate toward him as if he’s the sun, and it seems like everything in his life just falls into place.

So it was only natural he would accumulate jealousy brewing among some students. They love to admire him, sure, but secretly, they waited for a crack to appear in his perfect image, eager for it to crumble.

So when November rolled around, Geto and a group of underclassmen saw an opportunity. They set up a bet, daring him to a challenge: for the entire month, Gojo was forbidden from his usual playful flirting and pursuits. A month of self-restraint for a guy who usually had the university’s most admired women hanging on his every word.

He shrugged it off. The only woman he truly wanted was you, from the start, anyway. The only true threat to his virtue was his hand itching to jerk him off to the thought of you. Other than that, he was fine.

…

Well, something happened.

Gojo couldn't remember what triggered it, why your lips were suddenly pressed against his. Perhaps it was the cheesy sex scene playing out on the screen, or the dumb joke he made about the actor's dick - it must have been a particularly good, dumb dick joke to elicit such a response from you.

The specifics leading up to this moment didn't matter. This was what he had fantasized about endlessly since high school, and now here you were, in his arms, your body flush against his.

But as your hand slid down his thigh, brushing against the throbbing bulge straining against his pants, a sudden realization hit him like a bucket of ice water. He had been strong for 24 days, resisting temptation and keeping his resolve. But now, with you so close, so eager, his resolve stood a chance of a house of cards against wind.

I,,,, I uhhh,,,,,,, ummmmm uhhhhhhh

sketch I guess!

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