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thinking about katsukis kisses perchance

he loves LOVES kissing your neck, he will attack it whenever he can. katsuki just puts his face into the crook of it, sometimes he'll just keep himself there and eventually lets his lips trail all over. ultimately, it's almost therapeutic as he feels like you're a rock in moments he's feeling tense. you'll feel the vibrations of his chest as he laughs if you mention how freezing his nose is when it's cold outside.

i like to imagine whenever you pull your lips away from his, he subconsciously follows and leans towards you getting closer, trying to go back in for another. he absolutely huffs and groans in frustration followed by "what?" or "c'mon. enough of that" if he knows you're doing it intentionally to mess with him-- knowing you've got him all worked up like this.

id think his lips get chapped easily as he tends to bite and gnaw at the skin, especially in the winter it gets bad when it's all dry. he'll let you put chapstick on him or vaseline with your fingertips. little indirect kisses on your fingers.

he is a sucker for shoulder kisses as well. at night as he climbs into bed after a long day and hot shower, he sometimes settles behind you with his chest to your back. he'll make some remark you're up too late as you're looking and laughing at something stupid on your phone, he presses kisses to the back of your shoulder, he tightens his grip around your waist as he tries to sleep.

"we should have brought bread," your boyfriend signs to you with a frown, his eyes on the ducks waddling just a few feet away. you and katsuki had left the house just before sunset to relax by the lake on a wooden bench and enjoy the view as the ducks ran around.

you hum, latching onto his arm. "next time." you mouth to him, pecking his chin.

katsuki exhales, nodding lightly. he wraps his beefy arm around you, pulling you into his warm figure. he feels the breeze whisper against you both, some of your hair blowing into his face. he scrunches up his nose at the ticklish sensation, pushing your hair back down as you grin up at him.

you readjust yourself a bit so you can raise both hands. "the ducks are loud." you tell him, mouthing the words as you sign.

he rolls his eyes, actually thankful he's unable to hear. he knows he can speak to you verbally, he doesn't have to stay quiet. it's an odd thing though... he prefers to not say anything. he's comfortable the way everything is. especially in moments like these, where words aren't even enough to describe what he's feeling.

katsuki turns his head to look back at you, not even a bit surprised that you're already staring at him intently. he can't even fight the little grin that makes its way onto his face. he brings up his fingers, doing the "cmere" movement as you lean forward and he grabs your chin, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

۪ ݁ 𓈒♡ㅤthinking about him rn what if i sob

also from earlier

born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

bakugou loves being your personal photographer. you'll ask him to take a quick picture of you near some flowers to which he grunts in agreement bc the man can never say no to you. suddenly a quick pic turns into multiple pics. he’s directing you towards better lighting, recommending poses, holding your bag, all while squatting and leaning down to get the perfect angles. like pursue being a photographer instead of a hero?? he's cooing out all these praises like “my girl looks so good" and "atta girl". he's giving facebook mom basically. he couldn't give less of a fuck about whoever may be watching him because all he can focus on is you and your angelic beauty. right when you think he’s finally done, he’ll whip out his digital camera. and you guys do it all over again. the man’s just your biggest fan i guess.

the accuracy omg 😭

I'm just plagued with the idea of kissing this man. p.jackson x reader

There was no helping yourself. Really.

How dare he look so cute while talking about his day, the usual sparkle in his sea-green eyes making it impossible to focus on anything other than him? The way he spoke—animated, casual, completely unaware of how effortlessly charming he was—only made things worse. And to top it all off, he had the audacity to let you sit in his lap, his arms wrapped around you like you belonged there, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You were supposed to be listening. Really, you were. But between the warmth of his body beneath you and the way his thumb brushed lazily against your hip, your resolve crumbled.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Percy paused mid-sentence, his lips twitching into a smile. “What kiss are you kiss doing?” he asked, words muffled against your lips as you stole another kiss—this time landing squarely on his mouth.

“Loving you,” you murmured, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, drawing it out just long enough to feel his breath catch.

Percy let out a soft hum, his fingers pressing a little firmer into your waist as he grinned against your lips. “Mm… can’t say I mind.”

You giggled, threading your fingers through his messy black curls. “Didn’t think you would.”

His hands slowly slid up your back, before he pulled you even closer. “You’re not even letting me finish my story,” he teased, though the warmth in his voice betrayed any real protest.

“You’ll live,” you whispered before kissing him again, this time slow and sweet, savoring the way he melted into you like he had all the time in the world.

If there was one thing about Percy Jackson, it was that he always made you feel like the center of his world.

And you’d kiss him as many times as it took to remind him he was the center of yours too.

reminds me of horimiya

Having fallen for Bakugou due to his loud, raspy voice, it comes as a shock to notice him lowering to a softer, attempting-to-be-polite tone.

All because he fell for you too.

It's very strange and noticeable at first. You've half a mind to think something's wrong with him. Then you start to get used to it. Reserved for you and back to normal when someone interrupts. It's very sweet, makes you melt, filled with a sugary syrup feeling bubbling over.

Sure, maybe the words he means to come out as a sentimental flirt sound slightly insulting and therefore strange in such a foreign yet tender tone.

But he truly means well!

You thought you enjoyed listening to any nonsense he had to spout. Practically laying with your head propped up by your hands, kicking your feet up, smiling as you tuned in to only him. But this change made you realize there so much more you wanted to hear from him. So much you wanted pay actually pay attention to.

With all his desire at becoming the best in every aspect he chose to pursue, there'd be no end to the intrigue he'd draw from you. New habits and actions he'd try out. Just for you!

Yes, you're very enthralled by him and eager to see what other changes he'll develop.

But sometimes you do miss those times he used to treat you like everyone else. Specially his overconfident timber.

You get it sometimes, when he comes close to blowing his fuse. It's just with you he tries harder to catch himself before barking like usual. Very endearing, yes. You're happy about that. Make him aware of it.

But now you need to make him aware of how much you love his callous self. Beg him not to worry about being coarse around you all the time. Hands on his shoulders, shaking him dramatically. Every once in a while would be okay right?

He's a bit put off, confused since his friends and parents told him that people's romantic interests don't like it when one is as brash as he usually is.

He tries to figure out the balance. How to be sweet as you like of him while also gnashing like you're asking of him.

It feels weird. Really weird.

Liking people is hard.

But eventually he finds that balance, paying close attention to all your reactions to find out what's good and what's not. Sometimes, if he's preening enough from all your positive feedback, he'll smirk out a tease just before charging into battle.

And you think you may just pass out from how fast your heart beats, the overload of glee you feel from little lines unnatural.

Just from the simplest things,

Who knew there'd be so much to love about him.