A/N : @milkkai you said to do baji so here he is :3 I donât think Iâve written dc before, my first time, sooo this will be fun and i hope it was okay :â)
(( I was the anon :3 ))
Warning!: 18+!, tw.dark content, incest, possessive/controlling brother, degradation, like one spank, dub-con(?), bit of dacryphilia, mean! Baji <3,
aged up baji and yes, Iâm writing nsfw for baji. Heâs the loml, donât hate, just unfollow or ignore :/ I have a feeling Iâll get a ton of hate for this though.
Summary : you make plans to go out but your possessive older brother just doesnât want to let you go. Who allowed you to dress like that, without him?
thereâs nothing quite like the feeling than when your overprotective delinquent brother holding onto you to prevent you from leaving, much to your dismay.
âI already said no.â
âIâm sorry, do you control my life?â
Baji rolls his eyes at your response question and stands up when you get closer to the door. âSit your ass down, [Name]. You ainât goinâ anywhere dressed like that.â
You glance down at your attire, furrowing your brows at his words. You werenât dressed strange, in your opinion. Thigh-length skirt with thigh high socks, and white off the shoulder sweater, you thought you looked cute.
âWhat are you talking about?â this is cute. You act like Iâm going to do some pervy shit, Iâm just hanging out with Chifuyu!â
âTch.â Baji scowls and is quick to grasp your wrist, yanking you towards him which causes you to stumble and fall into his chest.
The fanged boy uses this opportunity to wrap his arm around your waist and peer down at you, eyes narrowing, his other hand holding your wrist tightly.
âYouâre dressed like a slut, thatâs what Iâm talking about.â He hisses, eyes glinting dangerously when heâs able to see your cleavage at the angle he had.
Your jaw drops at his words, eyes widening as a little yelp escape your lips when his hand makes contact with your ass. âKei-!â
âHanging out with Chifuyu in skimpy clothing? What did you plan to do, seduce him?â Baji sneers as he gropes at your ass cheek, while you squirm in his touch, trying to pull away. âKeisuke! Quit it!â
âNah, Iâm good.â Baji smirks as he moves and spins around, pushing onto the couch nearby. The impact makes your short skirt fly up to reveal your black laced panties, which causes your dear brother to lick his lips.
âYou know what? You were right, you do look kinda cute.â He chuckles lowly as he crawls over you, while you try to fix your skirt frantically. âKei, seriously, stopâ!â
âDid you decide to dress like this for me?â He questions, tilting his head as one hand grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away from skirt, letting his right knee lock in between your legs so you couldnât close them.
âYou knew Iâd stop you, so you dressed like this on purpose. Wanted to let your caring, protective big brother see your slutty outfit, right?â
âN-No, I swear, Keisuke, please get off of me, I-â your pleas falls on deaf ears as Baji leans down and licks your neck slowly.
You wince and shut your eyes, feeling Bajiâs free hand run up your stomach before reaching your chest and pulling down your sweater to reveal that you were braless, much to your embarrassment.
He whistles quietly at the reveal and watch them bounce lightly after pulling the sweater down,
âKeisuke, this is wrong! Get off of me already!â You cry out, feeling the red flush spreading on your cheeks at the thought of your older brother seeing you in such a state.
What you hated more, was that you could feel the arousal growing in you, at his touches.
Baji continues to ignore you, flicking one of your buds and watching it perk, hardening quickly much to his amusement.
âHow dirty, your nipples are getting hard, lilâ sis.â He laughs a bit as he twists them between his fingers.
âK-Kei..â you trail off, feeling the tears brimming the corner of your eyes at the unbearable feeling within you. The wetness growing in your lower region as you try to close your thighs together, hitting Bajiâs knee in the process.
âWhatâs wrong? Itâs not the first time Iâve seen you naked.â Baji points out with a scoff, making you cry out in disbelief. âKeisuke, thatâs not the point!â
âAnd? You wanted this, didnât you?â Baji smirks lightly, knowing he was right. âJust look at you. A mess, wanting a good cock in you, so needy.â
He was right. You were turned on by this. No matter how embarrassing it was, but now, you didnât care anymore.
Baji nearly coos at the sight of your teary eyes, seeing your shifting legs that ached for friction so much, you unconsciously were grinding against his knee.
âYou really are cute, [Name]. So pretty~â he caresses your face gently and glancing down, you can see his growing erection in his sweats. âSo desperate for your big brotherâs cock, am I right?â
Suddenly feeling shy, you avert your eyes and look to the side, shutting them to avoid his and disregard the heavy blush coating your cheeks.
âAnswer me, baby sis, I donât want to hafta punish you.â Baji clicks his tongue and cups your chin, turning it to force you to face him. He leans close ans steals a quick kiss to your lips, inches away as he waits for an answer.
His body is down low enough that you can feel the outline of his cock against your thighs, causing you to light rub against it.
âI.. want....â You mumble out quietly, making Baji tsk once more.
âTell me, or Iâll take a picture of you and send it to Chifuyu right now, and show you the little slut you are, and the reason why youâll be cancelling plans with him.â Baji threatens, gesturing to his phone on the table next to you both.
You gulp and shut your eyes tightly, swallowing your pride and slowly open your legs spread wide for him. âI want you, Keisuke..â
Satisfied, Baji traps your lips into another sweet, lustful kiss while his eyes flash dangerously into you.
âOf course, how can I refuse when my baby sister needs me, and dressed so slutty for me?â
uh idk whatcha think? Itâs my first try lol but if itâs horrible than you know why I donât write it a lot ! :3
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Kiriâs lil sis (or step sis?) thirsting after her big brotherâs cool best friend Bakugo, always trying to join them going anywhere and sit next to bakugo/on his lap with kiri being so oblivious to your advances until one day you practically throw yourself at bakugo to hang out just one and one.. You get all dolled up only to find out jealous kiri finds out about your little date and has to show you how heâs manly enough for whatever you need, that your his
oh my god
Kiri is fine to hang out with Bakugou, fine with calling him his friend, but seeing you tripping over yourself to try and gain Bakugou's approval? It makes his blood boil.
Especially since Kiri has heard Katsuki talk about girls when it's just the boys hanging out, how bakugou likes playing with 'em and what kind of rough, degrading shit he subjects them to. Kirishima is almost taken aback, but hey, to each their own.
Imagining Bakugou doing all that to his sweet little sister sickens him.
To find out that you went behind your older brother's back, batted your eyelashes and pushed your chest out while asking Katsuki if he would take you to get coffee, or food, or what-fucking-ever makes Kirishima grit his teeth and clench his fists.
Especially since he comes downstairs to see you primping in the mirror, with the shortest skirt you own barely covering your ass, nipples poking through the tiny, thin little crop top you're wearing.
"Where ya going?" He can't help but ask, eyes raking over you, a 'lil confused. He likes the view, but you shouldn't be dressed like that, it's inappropriate.
"I'm gonna go hang out with Katsuki." You're barely paying your brother any attention, making sure your makeup looks good enough, leaning forward to dab at your lipstick. Kirishima can't help but stare as your skirt rides up more, showing off a little glimpse of pale pink panties.
"No you aren't, not dressed like that." He decides quickly, a blush rising to his cheeks. He's not some doddling virgin, panties really aren't that revolutionary of a sight to him, but to see your panties, well-
"You're not dad, you can't tell me what to do." Your answer is so cheeky, so bratty, and Kirishima knows you're acting up, already trying to act older than you are so you'll look cool in Bakugou's eyes.
He's having none of it.
Two strides and he's grabbing you by your elbow, hand completely encompassing your little arm. Kiri likes the almost-frightened gasp that spills out of your mouth as he yanks you close, staring down at you with knitted brows.
"You aren't going anywhere near Katsuki, he's bad news for pretty girls like you. I'm not letting him put his hands on my little sister."
Wide eyes stare back at him. "Let me go, I'm not a little kid anymore!" You shake yourself out of his grip (only because he lets you) before you smooth out your outfit with a huff. "I know what I'm doing."
Kirishima frowns. "Do you? Really?" He's irritated now. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. You don't know how Bakugou's going to treat you, going to rough you up and make you cry, drop you off home afterwards and leave Kirishima to clean up the mess he's made of you.
"You're not going."
"I don't have to do what you say Kiri." You point out. "Just 'cause mom and dad aren't home doesn't mean you get to control me. Dad said it was fine when I asked him earlier."
Your brother huffs, moves behind you until his bulk is blocking the front door, your exit. "Dad barely knows who Bakugou is. I said you aren't going, and that's final."
"Kirishima-" You're angry, eyes blazing as you stare him down. "Get out of my way."
Look at you, trying to be all tough and bossy. Bakugou would destroy you, and Kirishima can't, won't have that happen.
"He's not gentle, y'know." The redhead starts off nonchalantly, propelling his body towards your with a few easy steps.
"He'll grab you like this-" A hand at your throat, squeezing too tight for your comfort and immediately you're scrabbling at his arm, wheezing for Kiri to stop. "And he'll just laugh when you do that."
"He'll bend you over the most convenient surface, see?" He's shoving you into the kitchen, making you stumble backwards before your brother spins you around, slams you over the counter. Your toes are barely touching the ground, head spinning from the rough treatment. What was Kiri - your sweet, goofy brother - doing?
"Probably'll make fun of what you're wearing. I mean seriously, are you trying to look like a slut?" Kirishima slaps your ass where it's exposed by your tiny skirt, and you yelp, trying to scramble away. But Kirishima easily grabs your waist, keeps you in place and kicks your legs apart before forcing himself between them.
"I can see your panties, and your breasts in this little getup. Bakugou doesn't like easy girls, thinks they deserve to get fucked real rough. You ready for that?" Kirishima doesn't bother with your skirt, it's so short it's not even in his way as he runs his fingers over your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin. You're so warm.
Then a hand pushes up your shirt until it's over your chest, and your tits are smushed against the counter as Kirishima presses you flat against it. "Y'know, he might not even prep you. A real gentleman would make sure you're ready first, maybe make you cum a few times before even think of getting inside you, but not Katsuki. He'll shove in dry, tear you up and make you bleed all over the place."
Fingers push the crotch of your panties to the side, and you're whining, crying into the counter now. Begging Kirishima to stop only makes him chuckle darkly, and suddenly you feel the heat of his crotch as he presses against you, grinds the bulge in his jeans against your core.
"Crying is only gonna make him treat you worse. You know he doesn't like crybabies. You gonna cry for him just like this when he splits you apart? You'll make him go soft sweetie."
It's only when you hear the sound of a zipper do you truly start to thrash, truly scared and cowed. "I get it, I get it! 'M sorry Kiri, I won't go, I won't!" You cry, legs kicking as you push up against his hand, trying to get off the counter where he has you pinned.
Kirishima lets out a noncommittal hum, enjoying the way your frantic movement is stimulating his cock where it's pressed to your cute little pussy. You're even starting to get a bit wet, darkening his jeans.
"Please! Let me go, I'll listen, I swear-" You beg, cries choking your throat.
It feels like forever until Kiri steps away from you, lets you push yourself off the cold counter and pull your shirt over your chest, push your panties back into place and tug down your skirt.
When you turn to look at him, Kirishima almost feels bad about your puffy eyes and the tears running down your face. Almost.
"C'mere-" Is all he offers instead of an apology, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. He's still hard in his jeans.
"I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all." Your brother explains, rubbing your shoulder as you sniffle against his chest. "Bakugou isn't boyfriend material, got it? Especially not for someone who hasn't even had their first kiss."
He can feel you nodding in understanding against him.
"I'll text him that you won't be coming, okay? Go upstairs and change. Maybe we can watch a movie or something." A pat to your head as you turn away from him, little hands wiping at the tears on your face as you start to walk away.
Kiri can still see your panties with every step you take, ass bouncing.
He's going to text Katsuki, tell him that you're completely off limits. Maybe later tonight he'll send the blonde a video to really cement that fact, you on your knees, sucking his cock. Or maybe a few different pictures of your cunt as he presses inside, a few more showing him teasing your clit with the head of his dick.
That'll get the message across, not only to Bakugou, but to you.
*cough* my h*rny thought recently has been like this weird brand of manipulative domestication like the "don't you wanna be a good mommy for me? you can do that right? after all I take care of you so really don't you owe it to me to take everything I give you?" "I deserve to be able to breed you however I want to, don't I? you wouldn't deny me that right?" AND ALSO big peen, like too big, like the prep doesn't matter because always hurts because it's just so much, so why even bother prepping right? alshaksbalshskaj
THIS!!!! THIS!!!! this made me so feral im about to write ushijima for the first time on this website
tw/tags: n*fw, dubcon/noncon, breeding, big dick
"i don't understand," he says, voice flat.
you feel the head of thick cock just barely pushing into you - oh, fuck, it burns so bad - and you gulp.
"can- can we do this tomorrow?"
frustration creases in his brow. he does everything for you: he puts money in your bank account, buys you fancy dresses, takes you out to expensive dinner.
in return, he expects an obedient housewife. he expects some children. most of all, he expects a warm, wet hole, ready for him whenever he feels the need to stuff you poor little cunt full of his thick cum.
you look down nervously at his twitching cock, wrists struggling where he's got them firmly pinned down in place. he doesn't respond to your question - just pushes his cock into you slowly, stretching you open, splitting you in half. the lube lies unused on the side; your cunt feels better when it's tight, anyway. he strokes his fingers along the surface of your tummy almost reverently, even as your eyes roll back into your head and your body twitches weakly.
"i'm going to fill your womb until it drips for me."
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warnings: 18+, DARK CONTENT (PLEASE DONâT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS), consensual non-con, somnophilia, breath play, degradation + AFTERCARE INCLUDED
a/n: reina thank you for requesting!!!!!! i really hope you like it <3
mattsunâs breathing heavily, his heaves mixing in with the gentle pitter-patter of rain against your bedroom window, each of his palms holding your thighs apart from each other. itâs taking everything in him to be delicate, patient, as he manipulates your limbs at will, trying to make this as convenient for him as possible. after all, as soon as you wake up, youâll probably freak out and ruin the whole experience.
so heâs trying to enjoy it while it lasts.
and even so, who doesnât wear panties to bed? youâre practically asking for it.
he hitches your legs a little higher in the air, sucking in a nervous breath when you squirm, the slight burn reaching into the recesses of your subconscious, but to his relief, you donât wake up.
with your calves out of his vision, your pussy is on display to him. he chuckles in surprise as it glistens in the light of the street lamps filtering through the windowâyour slick makes slight squelching noises as he spreads your pussy lips to get a better look.
surprise, surprise, he thinks. the whore gets wet in her sleep. who wouldâve seen that coming?
not that he minds. if anything, it makes what heâs going to do easier.
he grabs his cock and hesitantly drags his fingers through your folds, gathering the essences there. you stir, turning your head to the side and mumbling something mattsun canât quite catch, but do nothing more. shuddering, he strokes it down his shaft, lubing himself up until your wetness has dripped down to his ballsâheâs really so considerate, thinking about your comfort when he just wants to get inside you. you should be thankful, but he knows its stupid to expect anything other than ungratefulness from you.
mattsun shifts the weight on his hips, cringing at the creaking of the bed as he lines himself up with your pussy, hands returning to their original places on the backs of your thighs. he stifles a groan as the head catches on your hole, the promise of a warm and snug cunt making his mind spin.
âshit,â he whispers as he pushes in more, your walls stretching to squeeze his cock tighter. you feel so goodâitâs really a shame that you donât let him do this when youâre awake. he could do whatever he wanted with you if you didnât have such a mouth on you.
as he sinks into you, the slight tingling between your legs suddenly morphs into a strange sense of discomfort that nudges your eyelids open and out of your slumber. your vision and thoughts are blurry, but as they sharpen, you become aware of deep breathing, hands on your body, and something inside you.
your voice is barely a croak, hoarse with lethargy and filled with fear. you muster, âwhat are youââ
mattsunâs hand immediately clamps down over your mouth, like itâs an instinct. âdonât ruin this for me,â he says simply. âiâll cum and then iâll leave.â
heâll... cum? your eyes narrow in confusion and then widen in realization and he scoffs, amused at how long itâs taken you to figure things out. you really are stupid.
âmmph!â you yell something from under his palm, but itâs muffled and frankly, mattsun wouldnât care what you had to say anyway.
your legs kick out wildly, trying to get him off of you, and he calmly takes both your ankles in his other hand, lifting them towards you chest, his grip on them tightening as he begins rocking his hips into you.
âgod, this pussy,â he gasps, âthis slutty fucking pussy. itâs a shame you donât let me do this more often. ânstead i have to do shit like this, fuck you when youâre sleeping like the whore you are.â
tears are streaming down your face now, your hands are balled up into fists and pounding at his chestâthey do absolutely no damage because youâre too weak with sleep. he shrugs them off like theyâre nothing.
then a harsh slap! noise that fills the room and makes the air still as you land a hit on his cheek, making his head turn. for a second, thereâs silence: the calm before the storm.
and then the booming of thunder breaks the quiet and a flash of lightning spotlights bared teeth and an infuriated gaze.
you freezeâheâs pissed, teeth gritting and eyes set in a deathly glare. the hand on your mouth releases your face and youâre barely able to sputter for air when it clamps down on your neck, leaving you breathless again.
âyou fucking bitch,â he snarls, fingers digging into your windpipe. âalways got to make things hard. always got to keep me from getting what i want.â
you claw at his arms, black spots dotting your vision as your inhales get shallower and shallower. âmattsun,â you wheeze. âstop, i canât breathe.â
he hums. âwell if you black out, at least you wonât be a bother anymore.â his cock thrusts into you as your throat closes up, and your eyes roll back into your head in a sick combination of pain and pleasure.
you donât remember much after that.
âhey.â mattsunâs gentle voice coaxes you out of your sleep as his hand comes up to brush the hair out of you face. âare you okay?â
you can only manage a nod, a sharp pain ripping through your head even as you do that, and try to sit up, his hands coming onto your sides to aid you. as soon as youâre situated, back against the headboard, he hands you an uncapped waterbottle, silently encouraging you to drink it.
âfor your throat,â he explains.Â
you nod, letting the cool liquid soothe your raw voice. itâs hard, a dull and sore feeling spreading throughout your body as you swallow, but you fight through it. Â
you donât even realize that youâre crying until mattsunâs thumb wipes away a tear from you cheek.
âhey,â he murmurs, tilting your head towards him. as you make eye contact, your lower lip wobbles and a fresh set of tears accumulates at your waterline. his jaw tenses and he pulls you in close, letting your head fall onto his shoulder and arms wrap around his waist. âhey.â
your body jerks in his hold with every sobâyou just feel so tired, so used. you enjoyed it then, but right now, you just feel so empty and it hurts.
his fingers thread through your hair, and you relax into the sensation, letting something fuzzy replace the dark thoughts in your brain. âi love you, you know that?â
slightly bringing your head away, you open your mouth to speak, voice trembling. âso iâm not a whore? iâm not a bitch or anything?â
mattsunâs face softens and his hands come up to cradle your face. âno baby, no no no, of course not. i donât mean any of those things.â
he says it with such sincerity that your chest warms, and you let your heavy head land in his embrace. âreally?â
âreally,â he insists. âyouâre so beautiful, so kind, so smartâiâd be an idiot to think youâre anything less than perfect, alright? i donât and iâll never mean any of the bad things i say to you. i swear.â
a small smile graces your lips. âokay.â
âokay,â he repeats, hands moving to your hips with the intention of hoisting you up. ânow letâs get you all clean and washed up.â
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Imagine Steve kidnapping a HYDRA memberâs daughter
NSFW, dark!Steve, this is filthy
The video was live, being directly streamed to their headquarters. Your father cried out as none other than Captain America stepped up and slapped your bare ass.
âA fair warning to all HYDRA personnel, this is what happened if you mess with SHEILD,â he growled.
You were a blubbering mess as he forced your legs open, pleading and begging for your release. You tried to escape but it was no use. Steve yanked you back on the bed and you cried as his hand came down to strike you.
âYou canât save her now,â Steve looked directly into camera, âbut maybe when Iâm through with her youâll learn your lesson.â
A sudden scream rang out as Steve slammed himself inside of your pussy. You were tight, too tight to have been with anyone else.
âVirgin,â Steve smirked, holding your thrashing body in place and covering your mouth with his hand as he made sure to fuck you to the hilt.
âDaddy,â you let out a broken sob for your father as Captain America made it his mission to destroy your pussy. âPlease.â
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I wanna tie Dabi up and break his legs for funsies! Everytime he doesn't listen the punishment will get worse. ^.^
FINALLY
bro you don't know how excited i am that i'm finding people who's also into dc from the dom side of things,,, i realize that this blog is probably gonna remain on the small side because of this and my inactivity but that's kinda how i like it
anyway back to dabi thing-
tw abuse + gore below the cut
yknow what? i actually think dabi's a sick little masochist. i know he gets written as a sadist more on this site, but this is a man who actively uses his quirk even though it hurts him every time(if this isn't true don't come at me i haven't read my hero in years). he clearly has a higher - a different - pain tolerance from most others.
so that's why you gotta kick it up a notch.
every time you hear that sickening crunch, your cunt pulses with pleasure. he's holding on by a thread - any more and you bet he'll be openly sobbing. wouldn't that be such a pretty sight? his skin is beginning to purple in the places you've hit him, and you think that shard of white below his knee might actually be a broken bone sticking out.
oops.
whenever you do this to him, he always gets this manic, crazed look in his eyes. he struggles so desperately beneath the ropes you've bound him up in, but when he looks at you, eyes gleaming and voice hoarse from screaming, there's only one word that leaves his lips:
Bakugou making you suck on his nipples when youâre sleepy and ready for bed, saying itâs âpart of your routineâ and insisting on it every night before he tucks you in.
Bakugou spoon-feeding you with little baby utensils, plastic forks and spoons, easy foods for you to chew, everything cut up into little pieces so he doesnât have to worry about you choking (even though youâre a full grown adult whoâs more than capable of feeding themselves).
Him picking out your outfits every morning, not trusting you to do it because âYour taste is shit.â but really you know itâs because he likes getting to lord over your life and control every aspect of it.
Itâs humiliating when heâll ask you out of the blue âYou need to go potty or some shit?â if you so much as twitch around him. Humiliating how he ignores your refusal, how he drags you to the bathroom and holds the stupid frilly dress he made you wear up and out of the way while you sit on the toilet. He even washes your hands for you afterwards.
Bakugou wonât let you watch any âscary shitâ, only cartoons or planet earth or listen to soothing music so you wonât get riled up. âDonât want you getting any stupid ideas in that dumb little head.â he says when he turns you down as you beg him to let you watch something that you actually like.
Blondie giving you baths and scrubbing you down, washing your hair for you and keeping an eagle eye on the water level so thereâs no risk of you drowning. Again, youâre a fully grown adult, but Bakugou seems to only see you as a child.
You wish that would extend to keeping his disgusting hands off you, keep him from playing with your âprincess partsâ Whenever he feels like it. Wish it would keep him from getting distracted while bathing you.
Sometimes youâre pretty sure he spills your food on your on purpose, just so he can have an excuse to strip your out of your shirt and leave you in your bib with naked skin underneath.
Itâs disgusting how he holds you, bounces you on his knee to âcalm you downâ even though you know he just wants to grind you against his thigh, get you hot and bothered so you wonât fight as much when he forces you to lick his cock âas a treatâ later.Â
So ofc Iâm thinking about lumberjack Katsuki dragging you out onto the porch of his cabin while it storms.
Itâs a quiet, gentle rain, forming soft puddles on the ground and willingly feeding the earth. Thereâs small flashes of lighting, a little bit of thunder, but itâs no monsoon.
Katsuki just sits you next to him in a chair, plops himself down and sips at his mug of coffee (dirt - youâd sneaked a sip once, when you were desperate for the taste of something other than water) and watches the water drip off the edge of the porch and onto the ground below.
Heâs got his hand around the back of your neck, holding you lightly, thumb stroking over the skin of your nape absentmindedly. It reminds you of the way someone would pet a dog - lovingly, but with the ultimate confidence of ownership over the beast.
âYou wanâ some cocoa?â The gruff roll of his voice surprises you, unused to the relaxed way he lets the words out. Usually every sentence of his is filled with curses and a snarky, heavy energy, even when heâs happy.
A small, bouncy nod lets him know that yes, you would like some cocoa. You didnât even know there was cocoa in the cabin, already the taste of the warm chocolate is ghosting across your tongue.
âUse your words-â
Itâs a warning, but the softest one youâve ever received from him. Thereâs no tightening of the hand around your neck, no harsh glare or angry rumble from his chest that convinces you to obey.
âCould I... Could I have some cocoa please?â
âHm, good job baby, stay here while I go get it.â
The uncharacteristic mildness of his mood almost makes you nervous. Is this the calm before the metaphorical storm?Â
Bakugou hefts himself out of his chair with a grunt, taking his steaming coffee along as the screen door creaks shut behind him. You draw your feet up onto your chair, wrapping your flannel closer as the rain poured down.
It smells so good here, out in the wild. Nothing but fresh air and pine trees, soft earth and clear water running through streams. Such a perfect place. If you were here under different circumstances...
Staring out blankly, you shivered as a gust of wind blew rain under the porch and onto your face. There was nothing in front of your gaze except for the little clearing that Katsuki called the front yard, a stack of wood off to one side, nothing but miles and miles of forest beyond that. There was no one but you and him.
A thought dares to enter your mind, but survival instinct immediately rushes to tamp it down, bury it, extinguish the desire before it can take root.Â
What if you ran?
Toes skittering across the wood of the porch as you took off, into the rain, into the forest.Â
Freedom, at least for a brief moment.
Rain in your face, wetting your hair and making the earth muddy beneath your feet. Air filling your lungs without the smell of Bakugou nearby, body moving, heart pumping with excitement and hope and-
You snap out of your fantasy as you hear the kettle clatter inside, head turning to look through the window, immediately meeting red eyes as they stare out at you.
Katsukiâs leaning against the counter, one arm tucked across his chest as the other brings his coffee to his lips, sipping from the mug. The kettleâs on the stove beside him heating up as he watches you, those sharp eyes of his gleaming over the edge of his mug.
Heâs dangerous.
Even in his softness, in these rare moments when he doesnât swear or yell or hurt you by grabbing you too harshly. Thereâs a promise of pain if you even tried to run - heâd hunt you down, push you into the mud and make you regret.
You quickly turn back to the rain, unable to take the eye contact, the unwavering focus he has on you.Â
When Katsuki comes back. youâre still in the same spot, cuddled in the chair and looking out at the rain. A warm mug is pushed into your hands, chapped lips pressing briefly to your forehead and Katsuki mutters a quiet âHere ya go, made it all sweet for ya.â.
You wish you could throw it right back in his face.Â
But youâve learned, through trial and error and hurt, how to act.
So you take the mug, give him a âthank you Kat.â and play nice.