CACKLING

Snake or spider kitty?

the mediator

I love how holly black took the ‘brooding and mysterious love interest who is a jerk but is secretly in love with the mc” and instead of making a charismatic asshole with a six pack she made a pathetic loser boy who is drunk all the time, can’t fight, and wants nothing to do with the main plot.

oh my GAWD. obsessed with this.

let me ☆ ( ​prohero!katsuki x fem!prohero!reader ) — you underestimate how gentle katsuki can be, if you needed it | smut

( warnings. ) minors and ageless blogs dni ! fingering, praise, soft gentle sex iktr, reader is going thru tough times & katsuki takes care of you, timeskip!katsuki — 18+

You underestimate just how gentle Katsuki can be.

The instant your fingers click on the lock, Katsuki is already a step behind, his presence a looming force over you like an unshaken shadow. There must be something on your face; Katsuki frowns as he studies it intently, fingers ghosting over your arms, like he’s trying to read between lines that you haven’t even drawn in yet.

"Something happened." He doesn't phrase it as a question, sounding sure of himself. “What?”

"I'm safe," you swear to him, pulling your coat off. "No bruises or anything. See?"

He ignores your extended arms, pinning your gaze with his own. "What," Katsuki demands.

"Katsuki—” You sigh and attempt to push past him. He just rears back and keeps his eyes trained on your face searchingly. "Katsuki, I'm too tired to deal with this."

His brows dip downward further. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."

You falter, struggling to maintain this flimsy display of strength — he knows you too well for that.

He waits. Patient, gentle, like he’s so sure that he can carry this burden with you. You know he can. It’s that fact that makes you think, Of course not. Of course you could never be too tired of him. He never tires of me, too.

“I don't—” you say, looking away, “I don’t know if I can keep doing this anymore. Am I even doing anything right?”

There must be some other reason — Katsuki is evidently fumbling at the threads to tie it all together in his head, but as of the moment, that is all you’re feeling. You don’t know if you can keep doing this. Your limbs want to sag to the ground, knowing it has to prepare again to face the brunt of tomorrow — but you have to care for it, too, or else you’ll wake up dead. Katsuki doesn't deserve that, even if you’re falling apart.

"Everything is just so hard," you continue, the surge of emotions you'd been desperately keeping a tight leash on bursting at the seams; "None of it makes any sense. I don't know if I'm doing anything right."

Katsuki's frown eases. "C'mere."

The next breath you take comes out wet and shaky. The next step you take gravitates to him.

Katsuki pulls you to his chest as you sob. He buries his nose into your hair, rubbing shapes into the small of your back. It almost feels like he’s coaxing it out of you with every touch. You cry violently, lungs spasming, everything pouring out finally — and throughout it all, Katsuki doesn’t split away, even as your tears and snot leave a disgusting patch on his shoulder. If anything, he keeps you enveloped in his warmth, as if he can tell that it helps even without being told.

“N-nothing happened,” you sniffle, trembling, and Katsuki pushes off just enough to see your face; “But it was so overwhelming. I just — I dunno.”

“Baby,” Katsuki starts. You’ve never heard him speak so softly before, low and rough and embodying gentleness that you don't know if you deserve. “Let me take care of you tonight, yeah?”

That sounds good. God, you want him to do that so bad. But looking so weak in front of someone so remarkably strong like Katsuki is embarrassing. You're not some child needing to be told that you're doing good and everything will be all right — needing to be coddled because you had a bad day.

“I want to,” Katsuki says; you feel as though he can read your mind. "Let me."

"…okay." You nod, averting your gaze. "Please take care of me."

And so Katsuki helps you bathe, kisses your knuckles, pulls one of his shirts down that reaches to your mid-thigh, brushes your hair out of your eyes, feeds you dinner he's cooked, and kisses you again. All the while, it's silent. Peaceful. It should unnerve you that Katsuki hasn't spoken a single word since, but you revel in the comfort of hearing his measured breaths instead.

It’s like you can hear him think: You’ll be okay. So let me take care of you. Let me help you be okay.

You feel like you're melting out of your own body, sinking into the comforter's embrace on your shared bed, losing tension in Katsuki's scent and affection.

“Pretty,” Katsuki mumbles, his hand crawling down.

Then you go still when Katsuki watches your expression as he glides a finger in between your legs.

Your cheeks burn. "I — w-what—"

Katsuki hums, thoughtful. "You're already…"

Well, it happens that today is a day of many discoveries. It turns out, Katsuki's hands can be so soft as he works shampoo through your head, and you get horny seeing how attuned your boyfriend is to your needs.

Katsuki can be so gentle with his hands. Of course you’d been thinking of how gentle he can be elsewhere.

"You want me to?" Katsuki asks, slipping a hand under your shirt. His heated fingers caress your waist, his thumb rubbing circles that trickle hotness down elsewhere.

You aren't sure why you feel so shy. You've done worse with each other. "You don't have to. If you just feel like you have to—"

Katsuki lifts an impatient brow. "You think I wouldn't want to?"

You squirm, suddenly aware of the empty ache that is longing for Katsuki. "W-well—"

Katsuki kisses under your right ear before he tugs on your underwear and flings them off to the side. He pulls back to devour your lips in a kiss, swallowing your noise of surprise. Your hands find home in his hair and he thumbs on the source of your heat.

You jolt and choke on a moan as he increases the mind-numbing friction. "Let me take care of you," Katsuki says; "let me, say yes."

"Yes," you cry out in his mouth. You feel floaty with the surge of lust shuddering through your entire body. "Please."

When you break away, you see his pupils wholly overtaking his iris, not even a hint of red. Katsuki licks over his teeth as he stares like he hasn't already eaten dinner. Like he’s doing himself a favor. You wrap tentative fingers around his wrist to guide his hand to your cunt, twitching because it knows it's going to be filled so well with Katsuki here.

Katsuki would make it so good; you know it. You know it so well. He’d know how you want it — need it.

He groans as you feel yourself get wetter. "Baby, shit — you needed this, yeah?"

"Katsuki—"

"I know." Katsuki rubs on the sensitive bud of your clit, kissing your jaw. "I know. Relax, baby, relax for me. Make it feel good. Just like that. Yeah, fuck, like that."

You feel dizzy. Katsuki teases one finger in, watching your face with rapt attention. You're so wet that he slides in easily; he could slip in two more just like that. But Katsuki is focused on making you feel the sensations instead, taking it slow, one by one, leaving you a fluttering, whining putty under him.

Katsuki’s heavy breathing makes you tighten around him involuntarily. He curses, patience rescinded. "One more?"

"Yes, please please — more — ah—"

He curls his fingers, and you tremble and whine, white-knuckled, gripping him, trying to meld yourself into him. Katsuki echoes your sound in a rasp, "Mm. You hear yourself? Fuckin' gorgeous."

It should be embarrassing that you're close already, yet who can blame you with Katsuki overwhelming your senses with every inch of his body — all over and inside you? His fingers are hot, and you're burning up, a coil in your stomach begging to be released.

Your legs shake as your back arches. "Kats — Katsuki — ah, please, please. Please, I'm—"

Katsuki kisses you through all of it. "I know. I know, baby. Don’t gotta beg. I gotcha — give it to me."

You thought you'd already exhausted all your tears, but Katsuki whispering in your ear and coaxing an orgasm out of you so tenderly pulls heat into your eyes. You forget about the weight on your shoulders. Right now, you can only think of how you could fall and Katsuki would catch you. You cry as you break, pulse jumpstarting, and Katsuki takes care of you all over again.

okay AND? Naruto said its called the will of fire not the will of non violent protest

this art will always make me want to bawl my eyes out because what do you mean we could have pro hero touya and health assistant toga only if they had decent parents??

(I hate mha society so much)

I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS

Poly Kiribaku x fem!reader

warnings: some talk of self harm, some talk of murder, Reader has a voodoo quirk,also once again sorry fam, heavily selfship coded

a/n: Reupload from the old blog. It's one of my faves. A comfort fic. anyway i hope yall enjoy it (again if you read it before on the old blog bahaha)!

You are not a hero, which means this will be ok. 

You are not a hero, which means the threat that drips like poison from your lips as you stand before the seemingly powerful villain, is an assurance. 

“I will kill you if you touch him again.” 

A crumpled bloody body lying on the rubble behind you stirs. There are screams from civilians, cries and wails and groans of pain from the victims of the destruction caused by this huge fight. But all you hear, all you can focus on is the very soft whimper of your name behind you and the maniacal laughter of the villain in front of you. 

“You? Kill me? Who are you? You’re not even a hero!” the villain chastises you. An energy beam, similar to those he launched at Katsuki sits menacingly in his palm. It should frighten you. If you or Katsuki gets hit with that, you’re both finished. 

Contrary to the natural reaction of shaking in your boots as the threat of death stands before you, you smirk, an evil nasty little smirk that rivals the debauched villain’s smile. 

“Me not being a hero will be the end of you. They may not be able to kill you. But I can,” you state, never breaking eye contact with the man in front of you.

Around you, you can hear people calling out to you, telling you to get out of there.  

You stand still, poised and ready to take on whatever the villain throws at you. You focus on him, activating your quirk as you bend down to take out a small pocket knife tucked into your sock. You raise it high in the air and the villain almost laughs as if he thinks you’re a moron. The voices around you become louder and you’re able to pick out the voices of your friends. Eijirou’s voice is the loudest, screaming at you to stay away from the villain. 

You plunge the knife through your right hand and no blood seeps from the wound. You don’t yell in pain, you just continue staring at the villain as he clutches his right hand in pain and stares at you in disbelief. 

“How…How are you doing that?”  the villain cries out through a pained cry. 

You chuckle darkly, “There’s a reason I didn’t want to be a hero.  A quirk like mine is too “dark'' to be used in hero work. Anything you do to me, will affect you, ten times worse. So you come near Katsuki again, and I’ll slit my throat and watch the life drain from your eyes,” you snarl. 

The villain is tackled by two other heroes you don’t recognize and the second his arms are contained and the quirk canceling handcuffs are locked around his wrists, you release your quirk. 

“Dynamight!” A voice behind you calls. It’s close…way too close. 

You whip around and crouch down over Katsuki’s motionless body. There’s blood pooling from too many places on his chest and face and his eyes are fluttering open and closed rapidly. You bend down next to him, cupping his cheek tenderly and pulling him into your lap to assess his wounds.

When footsteps on crunching rubble sound loud in your ears, you turn in the direction, snarling again like a rabid dog. 

“Do not fucking touch him,” you seethe. 

You don’t know who the people approaching are, they all sound unfamiliar. You can’t make out faces or shapes in the crowd. They’re all just colorful blobs. The only thing that matters is Katsuki and keeping him safe. People in white slowly approach the two of you and you tighten your grip on him and pull him closer to your chest, protective and fierce. 

“Stand down. We need to patch his wounds and get him to a hospital,” you hear one man say. It doesn’t register though. All you know is that whoever they are, they’re trying to take him from you. 

“I said don’t touch him!” You screech and it echoes off the rubble and rocks scattered around. 

Another person approaches, their voice is a bit calmer, speaking slowly to you as if they think you’ve lost your mind. 

“I understand you want to protect him. But the villain is gone now. We’re here to help him.” 

The words mean nothing to you. They hang in the vast darkness of your mind, lingering there like an annoying fly as you desperately try to focus on Katsuki’s stuttering heartbeat. 

It’s getting harder and harder to feel and that thought only puts you more on edge. 

You look around you, tears now making your vision hazy. You could stop them all in seconds. Two stabs into your own chest while your eyes are fixed on them and they’re gone forever. 

Help him? What a joke. None of them helped him before this. None of them stepped in to stop that villain from hurting him, from almost killing him. No one did anything. They stood there. 

They watched him as he tiptoed on the line of death. They sat and watched and did nothing. They don’t deserve to touch him, or see him, or speak to him.  

“Stay away.” 

You say that through your teeth. You enunciate every syllable, you tighten your grip on the knife, ready to strike. No one will touch him, not while you’re here. 

No one. 

“Baby….” 

That voice… you know that voice. You blink and suddenly your vision is clear, and crouching next to you and holding in his tears, is Eijirou. 

“Ei…Eiji?” You whisper. 

He reaches out to touch your shoulder tenderly “Baby hey…you…you gotta let the paramedics help him, ok? If you don’t, he could die, baby. Wherever they move him, you’ll go with them ok? They won’t keep you out.” 

When he feels your shoulders drop their tension, he sighs and lets the tears roll down his face. He slowly moves his hand to Katsuki’s chest and you don’t move to stop him. He is yours and he is Katsuki’s and you’re all here now together. You hear him whisper Katsuki’s name, hear him mutter something like “don’t you dare die on us,” before you turn to look at the paramedics, standing with their hands raised in surrender. 

You gaze back down at Katsuki’s face, bloodied and bruised, push his hair off of his forehead and place a kiss on his sweat and dirt covered brow. Then you turn back to the paramedics and give a curt nod. 

“Help him.” 

“Eiji, you’ll be late if you don’t leave soon,” you yell down the hallway. In the bedroom you can hear the huge man banging and shuffling through clothes. You shake your head, smirking to yourself as you place the fried omelet into his lunch box. 

“I’m coming! Can’t find my–oh!” There's a large boom and then you hear another voice coming from the bedroom. 

“Dammit Red! You’d be able to find your keys if your side of the closet wasn’t such a fuckin’ mess.” 

The voice is grumpy, gravelly, and thick with sleep, yet it instantly soothes you. 

“Your keys are next to the door. On the fancy key ring I bought two months ago for this specific reason might I add,” you call down the hallway again. 

Both men enter the open living room, Eijirou dressed in his hero costume and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and Katsuki, in black sweatpants with his arm in a sling and cast.  Eiji’s arm is wrapped around Katsuki’s back as they both traipse into the room. Across the way, you’re in the kitchen and as soon as you see them both, your eyebrows pull together, a disapproving look painting your features. 

“Katsu…” 

“Save it. I wanted to see ‘em off for work at least,” he huffs, rolling his eyes. You sigh as Eijirou flashes you a crooked smile that says ‘I tried to talk him out of it.’ Quickly you put the lid on the bento box you were prepping and tie it in a silk scarf before walking over to your husbands to hand it to Eiji. 

He takes it from you with a beaming smile, “Thanks baby. You always take care of us,” he replies, bending down to kiss your cheek.  

“If I don't, who will?” you reply without missing a beat. 

You giggle as he leans awkwardly to kiss you on the lips. Katsuki is still being toted up right on his other arm and when you hear him huff impatiently you almost laugh again. 

“Oi, I’m the injured one. How come she gets all the love,” he mutters with a pout. 

You and Eijirou laugh and it’s as if your laughs are harmonizing with each other. It music to your ears, it almost feels like nothing’s changed. 

Almost. 

“I was just savin’ the best for last,” Eiji purrs as he wraps both arms around Katsuki’s waist. 

He gives him a tender peck on the lips, his thumb brushing lightly over his cheek and Katsuki sighs into the kiss just like he always does when he’s blessed with affection from the two of you. This moment could be like any other morning you’ve had with your partners. But you all can feel the tension, the worry and fear. 

It’s in the way Eijirou’s fingers linger on Katsuki’s skin when he pulls away, in the way your eyes stay fixed on Katsuki’s wobbling frame like a hawk, in the way Katsuki grips Eiji’s shirt when he balances himself on his wobbly legs and the way he his eyebrows pull together in frustration when he thinks about how he can’t even walk on his own. 

“Alright alright, now go on. You’re already late!” you say, moving to replace Eijirou’s arm around Katsuki’s waist. You place your other hand on Katsuki’s chest to steady him and just as he did with Eijirou, he grips the fabric of your shirt tight in his fist and melts into your side for support. 

You can briefly feel his breath on the top of your head as you shoo Eijirou out the door. 

“Love you, be safe…come home to us,” you recite.

Your shared mantra, the three of you always repeat it when they leave for work every morning. The last part was added quite recently.  

“Love you too, always…I promise,” Eiji answers back. And just like that, he’s out the door. The door shuts with a quiet click, and you're left sitting in the silence as you hold Katsuki up. 

Katsuki’s nose is pushed into your hair, he inhales deeply and exhales warm breath down your neck. 

“Pain?” you ask, still staring at the closed door. 

“Ain’t much. I’m fine,” he mutters back. 

You sigh and maneuver so you’re facing him, both of your hands on his waist. Katsuki lets you move but he reaches around to put his hand around the back of your neck. You stare into his eyes. He looks tired… rightfully so he barely slept last night and when he did, he was stirred awake by the nightmares. 

“You know, you always mutter when you’re lying,” you reply, raising an eyebrow. 

He’s about to argue with you, but the steady hissing breath of relief that pours from his lips interrupts him. He tilts his head, wordlessly asking you what you’re doing but the tiny smile on your lips gives him the answer. 

“You took pain pills for me. How many times do I gotta tell you not ta use your quirk on me? I ain’t–”

“You ain’t weak. I know, Katsu,” you interrupt. 

Rather than fight you, like you know he wants to, the energy needed to go back and forth with you isn’t present so he sighs and drops his head. His shoulders hang and he clenches the fist holding your shirt. 

Gently you reach up to put your hand on his cheek. 

“Uh uhn, don’t you do it,” you say sharply. He looks at you through his lashes, his head still hanging, but there’s a hint of playful energy behind his stare. 

“You don’t know what I’m doin’,” he grunts. 

“Don’t I? Right now you’re thinking…” you pull his face up more so that his head is no longer hanging and you get a little smirk out of him when you pull your brows together and say in your best deep Katsu voice, “ ‘I can’t even stand on my own without my wife’s help. What kinda fuckin’ hero is that? A weak one. Fuckin’ stupid!’” you finish. 

He clicks his tongue and narrows his eyes and you can see the edges of his lips twitching. You gently poke one side of his mouth, once, twice, three times until he can’t help it and he chuckles softly. 

“How could you possibly know–” 

“Because I am an excellent Katsu whisperer. I took a bunch of classes and almost graduated at the top of my class but I ended up tieing with this big handsome red head, so yannow, what can ya do?” you say nonchalantly as Katsuki chuckles again. He bends down to gently knock his forehead against yours and shuts his eyes. 

“Let’s sit, hmm?” you hum, moving toward the couch. 

With the effects of your quirk going and the pain meds, you let him go so he can walk–or more so limp–over to the couch himself. He appreciates it, appreciates the fact that you let him do little things by himself without him having to ask you. 

When he sinks into the couch, he sighs deeply again, and he blinks sleepily as you curl up on the couch next to him. 

“It won’t always be like this Katsu, “ you say, taking his hand and tracing the lines in his palms. 

“I know.”

“You’re not weak,” you tack on. 

It takes him a while but he finally breathes out, “I know.”  It’s quiet again as the two of you bask in each other’s company. His fingers idly play with the hair on the nape of our neck and again he blinks sleepily. You still need to make breakfast for the two of you. Some food in his belly may help settle the dizziness. Yet when you move to try and get up, he grasps your wrist tightly. 

“Don’t…” he whispers and you turn to him with worry. 

“I won’t,” you reply.

You watch him lean his head back on the sofa, the scar over his eye and running down his cheek is hard to miss. You know he doesn’t like when you touch it, but you crane your neck up to kiss the scarred skin of his cheek anyway. 

His voice startles you when he suddenly starts to speak. 

“Heard you in my dreams last night,” he says, head still craning toward the ceiling. 

“Me?” 

His dreams last night were terrible. He woke screaming and drenched in sweat. Both you and Eiji had spent hours trying to coax him back to sleep with soft assurances and light kisses. 

“Threatening to kill that guy, and the paramedics,” he replies and you wince. 

It’s not your proudest moment. It was probably hard to tell who was the actual villain that day. Do you regret what you said? A little. Would you say it all again if the situation were repeated? 

Absolutely.

“I uhh…” you stammer. 

What do you say to him? You’d thought he was passed out. It took weeks of Eijirou assuring you that he still loved you, that he didn’t look at you differently after the things he’d heard you say for you to finally be ok. But you never thought about whether Katsuki disapproved. No wonder he heard your voice and had nightmares. 

“I’m sorry…if I…I don’t know…scared you or something  I–” 

You gasp as he shifts quickly, way too quick for someone with his injuries. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck, leans in close and plasters your lips against his. His eyes are squeezed shut and he kisses you so deeply that you lose focus on your quirk and he winces from the renewed source of pain. He ignores it as he continues to kiss you, desperately as his fingers move up the back of your neck and tangle into your hair. 

When he finally allows you to pull back from him, you both are panting.  

“The only thing I’m scared of…the only thing I’ve ever been afraid of… is never being able to see you and Ei again,” he states, his eyes piercing. 

“B…but the nightmares–” 

“Ya really wanna know why I wake up screamin’ like that? Why I don't ever tell you and Ei what I dreamt?” 

You lip quivers and you nod. 

“It’s cuz the dream always ends the same. It ends with me not wakin’ up in the hospital to you two idiot’s faces cryin’ over me. It ends with the last words I hear from Ei being ‘Don’t die on us.’ It ends with me watchin them try to take you away from my dead body and some form of ghost me is screamin’ at you and Ei to let ya know that I'm still here. But neither of you ever hear me,” he explains. 

“Katsu I–”

He puts a finger to your lips gently and again he never breaks your eye contact.

“There ain’t nothin you could say or do that could scare me away Sweets. I got a lot of shit goin’ on in my head with…all of this…but…fuck…as long as I’m still breathin’ and I get to be with you and Ei… I’ll fuckin’ get through it. But I need you… I need both of you,” he confesses.

Tears are rolling down your cheeks and Katsuki quickly swipes them away.

“No tears dummy,” he says softly, trying to wipe his own eyes quickly.  

He brings his forehead back toward yours and his hand cups your cheek. Again you two sit in the comfort of your home, of each other’s arms and presence, reveling in the fact that you can do this. That he’s not…gone. 

“Tell me I ain't weak again. Need to hear it from you,” he whispers. 

You smile, gaze warmly into his eyes searching for all the vulnerability he bestows upon you in this moment. Again you kiss his scarred cheek and put your hands on his cheeks. You’ll tell him a thousand times a million, a billion if you need to. Whatever he needs, you’ll be that for him. 

“Katsuki Bakugou. You are not weak.”

dividers: @/cafekitsune, @/strangergraphics

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does it fucking look like im capable of being casual about anything at all

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