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Apologies

Husband Katsuki x Reader || Smut

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The air smelled like sweat, heroes, interviewers and paparazzi surrounding the areas. Peoples' voices overwhelmed your ears, your eyes darting all around the venue while flinching from the flashing of cameras. Most weren't even targeted at you but at your husband who was currently the NO.6 on the hero ranks. Dynamight. It wasn't your first time being at the hero gala, but most of the time you both just went to make an appearance and definitely did not stick around long enough to get this crowded.

You held tightly onto his arm as he begrugdingly answered the questions and promtps shouted at him. He needed to make a good impression this year since his public team was on his ass about his responce to a bunch of paparazi getting in his way when he was attempting to capture a villain; he wasn't nice with the words he spoke, and for the sake of it, they shall not be repeated.

Anyways, after some time you decided to just get out of the way for a moment, maybe get a drink of water and just get away from all of the cameras for a little bit. You had snuck away to a less busy space by the bar. There were a couple people there but it still gave you some space to breathe and hydrate. You sipped on a glass of iced water, feeling the liquid glide down your throat before you let out a refreshed sigh.

Behind you, someone tapped your shoulder lightly, promting you to turn around and offer your attention. So you did, and you were met with somebody you had a handful of mutuals with but had never actually formally met; Izuku Midoriya. He smiled and tilted his head as he pulled his hand back.

"Hi, L/n right? I thought I recognized you."

And that's when it all started.

Eventually, you two were laughing like you had a shared humor of nobody else living. You didn't even remember what the joke was but it had you in one of those once in a lifetime wheezing, unable to breath laughs. He was giggling along with you, and you were pretty sure he was tipsy but you didnt mind it at all. You were catching your breath and leaning in slightly, your hand resting on his bicep. You thought nothing of it.

Standing just enough space from you was your husband. His jaw was tight. He didnt know the context, all he saw was you laughing like hell and being grabby and way too close for comfort with his friend. You saw him eventually and invited him into the conversation, but you really didnt think he was frustrated with you until you were in the car heading home from the gala.

You sat in the passenger seat, the angry tension having you both in a chokehold that led to silence. But you spoke up, not thinking that the paparazi was the only reason he was frustrated and angru as hell. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw was clenched so tightly you were actually concerned for his teeth. "What the hell is your problem?" Your voice sparked as the first to speek since you both left the gala, and it only fueled the fire. "What the hell is my problem?"

Katsuki tried so hard, he had already taken five deep breaths, counted to twenty, and assumed the root of the problem! What else was there to do but indulge in your tone?

"Yes, your problem! Youve been fuming this whole time, and for what? All because of some interviewers? Seriously, get a grip Katsuki." You scoffed at the end.

"Im not the one whos getting handsy with Deku!" His voice deepened as he shouted back at you.

"Handsy— Katsuki he was drunk and we were laughing, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Youre hands, him. Are you seriously so unaware of your actions you dont know youre practically fucking him?"

"Oh my god, you are so dramatic! I was not doing that, he was just cheering me up."

"Yeah and you were obviously feeling him up."

"Pull over."

"What?"

"You heard me, pull the car over!"

And you werent technically sure of how, but now you were in the backseat; and in that moment you were glad katsuki had full tint across his windows, because Katsuki was ramming himself right into you.

You were in a lotus position while his back was against the backseat, his hands laying a grip on your hips you hadnt felt before. Your dress was scrunched up to your waist, his own pants pulled down just enough to let his cock out. "Oh my fucking god." You moaned high pitched with your words. Katsukis hands lifting your hips and bringing them down harder and quicker on his cock. "You wanted this, yeah? Why'r you complainin now?" He thrust up and met our hips again.

His large hand reached around and groped the fat of your ass, slapping it playfully as he began to increase the pace. His brows knitted close together as he watched you, watched your chest move with your body, watched the way he was making you feel. "God, youre so fucking tight. You like it that much, hah?" You tilted your head back as you whined, murmering and whining on just to keeo your poor mouth busy.

It was only so long before Katsuki turned the way with his thrusts and began to thrust deeper and quicker, and you both were reaching your highs. "Oh my god, yes Katsuki. Fuck!" He held back so well for you, making sure you came first(as always). You leaned let out a long stretched moan as you came, your orgasm flushing you as your hands squeezed his shoulders and your walls fluttered around him. It wasnt so long after until his hips stuttered and he painted your inner walls white while he worked himself through his own orgasm.

You both fell with the highs, his grip faltered and you leaned against him. Your face in his chest as you caught your breath. Your body finally relaxed and melted into his, his own arms wrapping around you loosely as he came down from his own high.

"I really wasn't trying to be touchy with him. I'll watch my hands next time if it really does bother you." Your voice was quiet, but he knew you were being genuine. And of course, Katsuki is still Katsuki so it took him a minute to admit; but he did.

"I shouldn't have been a jackass about it. You deserev better than that, with being controlling n stuff."

"We're good?"

"We're good."

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Wait I literally spent like an hour just writing this so like I didn't really proofread it butttttt I hope this is what you were wanting/worth waiting for🥹✌️

And worst part is its not insane straight people trying to 'fix' us, it's other queer people!! Like yes, we know it's okay, but a lot of us still don't. And it's to the point where this is treated like the default, whether it be fandom shipping spaces or actual relationships irl. It's treating our SEXUALITY as a preference rather than a sexuality.

No shame to those who do date and do have sex, all the power to you, but for fucks sake. We are consistently undermined and 'reminded' in a way that just feels like 'well, you can just pretend to be normal', when that is an outrageous thing to tell any queer person, but when it's us it's suddenly okay??

-idkman

Wish I Was Like the Sun (WIP Game)

hi!

ooh this one's kinda Zoey-centric (her idea of what being golden is), but it holds a conversation that she has with Rumi, who relates to the sun in a way.

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Zoey loves the sun almost as much as she loves turtles.

Loves its warmth, its light, its golden brightness.

She wishes she could hold onto it with the small of her palms or meld it into herself because what could be better than becoming sunlight?

No one can tell her that she doesn’t try.

Zoey laughs and she smiles and tries to get rid of all the darkness that haunts the people in her life, all because she wants to be told that she has a sunny personality. One that can light up the room and make people feel happy.

But the whispers of the past follow her like shadows.

You never shut up, do you?

Stop smiling all the time. It’s weird.

Enough with the dancing. Wish you’d just stand still for once.

Zoey feels them haunting her with every grin that she bears.

Still, she tries.

To be bright. To be warm. To bring light in every room that she enters.

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But Rumi would say that being like the sun is lonely. No one who can look at you directly. No one to accompany you like the moon and the stars do for each other. The sun bears a weight that helps the world stay alive, yet it can kill just as easily as it saves. All on its lonesome.

Adds honey to his tea for a little sweetness, snores shake the house, heavy sleeper when you’re home, just splayed out on top of you, almost immovable.

When he wakes up and doesn’t feel you pressed against him, his mood turns sour. Poor grumpy bear, where’s his little birdie? Maybe you went to run an errand or two, got called into work, doesn’t really matter. He’s lets out a loud sigh of displeasure, slowly forcing himself up to take a cold shower. He’s irritated, and the only place he wants to be is in with you.

He’ll try to take it easy, still a bit groggy from sleep as he drags his feet throughout the halls, starting a kettle. He squints at the clock, shaking his head when he sees it’s 06:47AM on your shared day off. You must’ve felt a bit restless, needing to do something to settle your nerves.

He ends up settling on the balcony, blanket draped over his shoulders as he sips at his black tea, watching the clouds roll in as he waits for you. After a while, he sees you in the distance, giving a wry smile as he notices you’re in his jumper, the hood pulled forward to cover most of your face.

You walk in, pulling your shoes off quietly, hanging John’s jumper on the rack. He’s already up and leaning against the glass door to the balcony as he stares you down.

“Rough night?” He asks, voice low and sonorous.

You jump, eyes darting to meet his before instantly softening.

“Did I wake you? Just needed to clear my head. I’m really sorry-“

He raises his hand, head shaking as he interrupts.

“Nothing to be sorry for, are you okay?” He asks.

Watching you shift from foot-to-foot, he steps forward and gently leads you to the bedroom, slowly taking off your clothes to change you into the oversized ones you wear to bed- his.

He pulls you close, irritation of your missing presence instantly melting away as he holds you, breathing in your scent, rubbing his face against your wrists, then your neck, eventually your face as you let out a soft laugh.

WHOS THAT PRETTY GURL!!? (includes my au!) AU link here!

regulus sat in the library.

his fathers library really. walburga hadnt been let in, neither had sirius, before three days ago.

he had rarely been allowed in. gaining the privlage at twelve years old. access to his fathers books on humans, and human magic, it had been a door flung open for him.

he remembered orion teaching him how to do the paperwork of civil requests, and how to asses paperwork to not miss a thing. those had been his favorite days, although tiring, and often stressful.

and now, sirius somehow thought he was perfectly equipped to take orions place as the one king.

it was insainity.

regulus spread out the will infront of him on the table, standing up.

it was confusing. and unhelpful. and nothing in it really mentioned names. just some old myth about twin kings, and that would never hold in a court, if sirius and his mother even let regulus get so far as to get the will before a court. they might have been plotting his murder as he read.

"why didnt you give me a name," regulus muttered, "whats the point of all this."

some things were set in stone. regulus was to get his own knights, freedom of marriage (that was for both of them), and one of the winter lodges. as well as the usual money and swords.

but none of those things helped him keep the peoples crown out of sirius' hands and off his head. he would send them into death and war, and that would lead to a rebellion.