Obsessed With The Idea That People Forget You Have Captain Levis Heart Until They See Him Do Little Things

Obsessed with the idea that people forget you have Captain Levi’s heart until they see him do little things for you. Like at breakfast, before his morning meeting with Erwin, he’ll pass by your table and casually hand you a loaded plate. “They didn’t have those croissants you usually like but I found those weird ass pastries you can’t stop talking about.” And then he’ll just walk away without saying anything else. Or like, while you’re all suiting up for a mission, he’ll randomly walk up to you and adjust the thigh straps of your odm gear to make sure they’re properly secured and you’re just like “!!!” inside. Or like for every group meeting he arrives early and saves you the seat next to him and when you arrive, he’ll pull out your chair, waiting till you sit so he can briefly place his hand on your thigh as a greeting 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Professor- Nanami

WC: 3,329

TW: uhhhh n/sfw? use of words like doll and good girl? idk, kinda public, prof/student relationship

AN: This was a request I did on my wattpad, it isn’t proof read 😋

His warm hand slides up my shirt, warming my icy skin. I can barely hold in a moan as he grinds against my throbbing heat. His gentle eyes stare at me with such love that I can't help but give myself to him.

"[Y/N]?? Hello are you with us [Y/N]?" Your teacher Nanami Kento calls out, snapping you from your not so innocent day dream.

Your face burns red, no way you just had some weird sex fantasy about your teacher...mid-class?! You stand up from your seat and grab your text book, preparing to read.

"No, no need to read [Y/N], you just seemed...distracted. I have a low tolerance for daydreamers." He says causing your blush to deepen. You immediately sit back down, hearing some of your classmates snicker.

When the bell finally rings you begin to pack up your bag. Of course with your shitty luck you spill your pencil case and end up staying later than your other classmates.

Finally when you get your stuff together you head towards the door. You can't even make eye contact with your teacher, the embarrassment is too much to bare.

"Wait [Y/N] come here for a moment please." You hear Mr. Nanami call out. You stop in your tracks and slowly turn around. You mentally prepared yourself for the scolding you were about to receive.

"Yes sir?" You ask, still avoiding eye contact with him.

"I was just wondering if everything's alright? You've seem to be spacing out more and more often in class. I'm just worried about you." He says while placing a gentle hand onto your shoulder.

Honestly you were shocked, Nanami Kento was famous for his harsh punishments. You once heard a rumor that he kicked a student out of his class for dropping a pencil!

You stare into his warm eyes, they're so different from his normal piercingly cold ones. Fuck, this man has no idea what he's doing to you. If it wasn't so taboo you would have already made a move. You're both adults so what does it matter?

No! That's only the horny talking, you know you can't hit on your teacher! You think to yourself, trying to snap yourself out of your lewd thoughts.

"Ah I'm sorry sir, recently my parents have been going through a divorce and things have just been weird. Especially with my father, we've never been especially close." You say to him, technically it wasn't a lie, you and your father had always had a...strained relationship to say the least.

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything." He says and you quickly thank him before scurrying out of the room.

Your friend is waiting for you outside with a smirk plastered across her face.

"So how was getting chewed out by the infamous Nanami Kento. I'm sure that crushed your little crush on him." She says with a wink that causes your blush to return.

You made the mistake of telling your friend about your crush on your Professor. She constantly teases you about it.

"Actually he was super sweet and understanding. He said that I could go to him if I needed anything." You say with a soft smile, thinking back on his warm touch.

Later that night when you finally get to your dorm your friend plops right down onto her bed and passes out.

You envied her carefree nature, she was naturally so smart. You sat down at your desk and opened your textbook to your assigned homework. You sighed, your one little not so innocent day dream set you back way farther than you thought.

You were already struggling but now it felt like everything was in a different language! Nothing was making sense and your grades were already slipping.

You tapped your head against your desk, you needed to start getting more serious. Grades would be sent home soon and your dad would not be okay with any of these.

Slowly you open your lap top and start your intense study session. You watch several youtube videos and read several articles. After all of that you still felt like you only understood a fraction of the lesson.

Unfortunately the sun had already begun to rise. Panic immediately sets in as you realize you went the whole night without sleeping.

The next few weeks are a blur of trying to improve your grades but miserably failing. You try to ask your roommate for help but she's terrible at explaining.

"Just do it! I don't get what you don't understand [Y/N], just go through these four steps!" She insists but it never gets through your thick skull.

Finally the day has arrived, the day you have been dreading for the last few weeks. The day that your grades get released to your parents.

You knew your mother wouldn't care, she was always so supportive. She knew you were doing your best and that was enough for her.

On the other hand your father was cruel, always has been and probably always will be. He would send you harsh messages, and scream at you for the slightest failures. If it wasn't first then it was last to him.

Shockingly enough it had been two days since grades had been released and nothing. No messages, missed calls, or even voicemails. Maybe he had missed it, either way you were relieved. Until it happened.

DING

Your phone lights up with a message from none other than your father. You stare down in horror, you know the worst is about to happen.

[Daughter],

I'm not just disgusted; I'm questioning how someone I raised could sink so low. You've not only let me down; you've shattered any pride I had in being your parent. It's shameful to be associated with the poor decisions you're making. Your recent behavior is beyond disappointing; it's utterly shameful. Your choices not only reflect a profound lack of character but also make me question the values I thought I had instilled in you. Frankly, associating with someone displaying such a flagrant disregard for decency is nothing short of humiliating.

Revulsion,

[Your Father]

You stare down at the message in shock, he didn't even bother to use your name. You quickly run into a nearby classroom, trying to hide the tears that have begun to well up in your eyes.

You collapse, leaning against the wall and falling to the floor. Tears begin to pour out of your eyes as you reread the message. After that paragraph he continued to send more harsh messages, messages that you couldn't even repeat out loud.

CLICK

Your eyes shoot up to the door to your left. You thought you had stumbled into an unused classroom but you realized a little too late that you're in your math professors room.

"[Y/N]?" You hear a familiar voice call out. Your eyes widen in horror, it's Mr. Nanami.

Quickly you scramble to your feet. You try to wipe away your tears but there's no hiding the red rim around your eyes and puffy face.

"Ah I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was your classroom Sir." You say with a quick bow, swiftly walking towards the door.

"Wait-" He says, grabbing your wrist gently and spinning you around. You fall forward into his chest from the quick movement.

Your face irrupts into flames from the close proximity and you slowly take a step back. His face is unreadable and the two of you just stand there in silence for a moment.

Finally he breaks the silence."Are you okay?" He says slowly reaching for your face, rubbing a stray tear away with his thumb. Your eyes widen in shock, the man in front of you who is known for being cruel is being so unbelievably gentle.

"Mr. Nanami-"

DING

That one noise was enough to send you reeling. It was like you lost all control of your body as the grief washed back over you. Your head falls against his chest and he quickly wraps his arms around you.

"[Y/N] what's going on? Talk to me please." He says while rubbing circles into your back. It takes you a second to catch your breath and realize who arms you're in.

"Omg I'm sniff so sorry Mr. sniff Nanami!" You speak out between sobs, trying to pull yourself together.

"Don't worry [Y/N] you're safe, let it out." He says, pulling you back into the safety of his arms. You sob into his arms while he gently caresses your hair, the size difference between you two being incredibly present.

"Good girl, just like that." The innocent words caused your face to engulf into flames, your tears beginning to slow.

Eventually your sob comes to a complete stop and you slowly step away, begrudgingly leaving the warmth of his arms.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Nanami it's just some family issues, I really shouldn't have reacted like this, I'm so sorry." You begin to apologize profusely, embarrassment kicking in.

"It's really no problem [Y/N], I'm here whenever you need." He says with the softest smile ever. Your heart nearly skips a beat before you scurry away.

Over the next couple of weeks you avoid Nanami like the plague. Quickly leaving class as soon as the bell rings. The embarrassment from your pathetic actions have truly stared to get to you.

Unfortunately today you couldn't rush out as fast as usual. You were taking a math exam when the bell rang, and you hadn't finished.

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Nanami I didn't finish." You say with an adorable pout.

"I'm staying after school today, if you'd like the come finish it later." He says, glancing up from his desk briefly to address you.

"That would be great, thank you Mr. Nanami!" You say with an enthusiastic smile, trying to ignore your pounding heart.

Finally the time has come, your last period has ended and it's time to head back to your math room.

Your heart is practically leaping out of your chest, just you and Nanami, alone together. Considering the fact that there's also a near by basketball game the school will be practically empty.

knock knock

"Hello Professor? It's me [Y/N], I'm here to finish my test." You say sheepishly, the door slowly opens and you're met with Nanami gazing down at you.

The two of you just stare at each other for a long moment before Nanami clears his throat, stepping aside. You thank him before heading inside and sitting at your usual desk.

He gives you your test back and the two of you sit in comfortable silence as you work through the unanswered questions.

"Shit" You huff under your breath. You couldn't remember the equation you had to use for this specific word problem.

The way it was worded was similar to another equation. You knew it wasn't that but you just couldn't for the life of you remember what it was.

"Hm?" Nanami hums out, standing over your shoulder, watching your struggle against mathematics. You startle slightly, you hadn't even heard him stand up.

"Use the Pendulum Formula." He whispers as if someone else was in the room, someone waiting to bust through the door and yell at him for giving away answers.

You look over your shoulder, making eye contact with him. He was so close you could practically feel his breath on your face.

The tension was so thick you could practically taste it. His eyes on your lips and yours on his, you knew it was wrong, but was it really that bad?

Within seconds his lips are attached on yours. Your arms fly up, desperately grabbing at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

You don't even notice as he picks you up off of your chair, seating you on his desk. Your to focused on him, and the taste of his sweet lips.

Neither of you could get enough, your legs wrapping around his waist, him grinding against your clothed pussy.

Begrudgingly the two of you pull apart, gasping for air. His head falls onto your shoulder, arms tightening around your figure, you were so small compared to him, practically caged between his arms.

"W..We should stop." He huffs out, but you knew that was the last thing he wanted, you could tell from the large bulge rubbing against your inner thighs. He wanted this just as badly, if not more than you did.

"I know, but I really don't want to." You say, tightening your grip on his hair and pulling him back into a sloppy kiss.

His hands roam your body, sliding his warm hands under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine.

His hands take little time making their way up to your breasts, pulling your bra down but not off. Leaving your breasts exposed to the cold air, your nipples immediately hardening.

You don't just sit there idly while he toys with you, you're making quick work of his belt. Quickly undoing it and unzipping his pants.

You slide your hand inside, against his clothed heat, still being protected by his underwear.

The two of you pull away from each other once more, though this time it's for the sole purpose of undressing. Immediately you reach for the hem of your shirt, yanking it up and over, leaving your perky nipples on complete display.

He groans at the sight, barely being able to focus on the small buttons that line his shirt. You take pity on the man and help him out.

Your breath nearly gets stuck in your throat as you watch him take off his shirt, teasingly slow. His chiseled body on complete display all for you.

Gently he clears his desk, gently pushing you down on the now cleared area. He hovers over you, so large you can't even tell that he's still standing.

He starts with your lips leaving feather light kisses down to your jaw, your throat, and your collarbone. When he gets to your breasts he pauses for a moment before kitten licking your right nipple.

Your legs squeeze around his waist at the feeling, letting out a moan that sounded more like a squeak. His right hand comes up, sliding across your thigh all the way up to your left nipple, making sure it's receiving the same attention.

It was heavenly, but it wasn't what you wanted, no needed what you needed was him, all of him.

"P-Please Nanami, I w-wanna feel you." You barely manage to squeak out, moaning in between syllables.

He unlatches from your chest with a pop before moving back up to kiss you. The kiss only momentarily distracted you from his quick fingers.

You felt your belt loosen and your pants unbutton and in what felt like a mere second you were just in your panties.

He pulls back to take a look at you, completely flushed with you bra unceremoniously pull down, your arm placed on your forehead and you pretty pink panties with a noticeable wet spot.

Fuck he could almost cum just from the sight of you. You watch his every move, desperate for him to touch you, anywhere at this point.

He wanted to take his time, he wanted to make love to you, show you that he really did care about you and this wasn't just some one night stand, but after seeing you so desperate for him he knew that'd have to wait for another day.

Swiftly he slides his underwear down, allowing his dick to spring free, practically slapping his stomach. The tip was flushed red, precum practically drowning out.

Carefully and slowly he aligns himself with your entrance, practically teasing you as he slides himself through your folds a few times, mixing both of your fluids together, creating plenty of slick.

You reach up, wrapping you arms around his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss as he slowly, painstakingly slowly enters you.

The two of you pant and mewl into the kiss, both completely blissed out from the feeling. Your warm velvety walls are sucking him in so nicely, you're so fucking tight he can barely handle it, and fuck he fills you up so nicely, the stretch feeling more pleasurable than you could've imagined.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath before he begins to move, but it's not enough. He's going to slow, to sensual, what you need is for him to fuck you, have you seeing stars.

"M-More, fffffuckkk, Nanami harder please." You moan out, squeezing around him.

"F-Fuck, whatever you say Doll." He says and the nickname only causes your heart to flutter and your pussy to beg for more.

Oh and does he deliver. He grabs either side of your hips, holding you securely in place as he pounds into you. When he finds your prostate he practically abuses the squishy area.

He's groaning and huffing above you, trying his absolute hardest to hold out, to not cum on the spot from your warm walls.

As he feels his release approaching one of his hands snake down to rub at your throbbing flit. Your legs wrap around him, somehow even tighter as you let out a whiny moan, pleasure hitting you.

"F-Fuck, I'm almost there." He groans out and he can tell you are too, he can tell by the pulsations, your pussy practically sucking him in deeper.

Without any warning he pulls out and you whine, your hole grasping at nothing. The empty feeling making you whine out in disagreement.

He doesn't make you wait long though, plunging two fingers inside of you. Mercilessly fingering you and practically abusing your clit with his skilled younger.

He has you cumming in mere minutes, but the two of you aren't done yet, no he still hasn't cum. Without even letting you catch your breath after you intense orgasm he pulls your practically limp body off of his desk and onto the floor.

You sit down, staring at him with glazed eyes. Your mouth practically watering at the sight of his dick, it's practically crying for your help.

You spare little time, wrapping your soft delicate fingers around the base and gently licking the tip. He groans, "fuck please, don't tease me."

You smile at his politeness and decide to listen, taking him in your mouth. He's huge and you're practically choking but it's exhilarating. Your heart is racing and your pussy is dripping from excitement.

Your hollowing your cheeks, humming on his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip. You're giving this man the sloppiest fucking head ever and he's enjoying every minute.

Gently intertwining his fingers into your hair and practically fucking your throat with his cock. "Fuck just like that, who's my good girl? You're doing so good for me baby."

When he starts to twitch in the back of your throat you know he's close. That only encourages you to speed up, bobbing your head up and down, staring up at him through tears, not breaking eye contact for even a second.

That was the last straw, he felt something snap and he was gone, shooting warm streams of milky white cum down your throat. You're practically choking on his cock but that doesn't stop him from holding you in place.

"You can take it for me, I know you can, you take me so well princess." He groans out as you work him through his orgasm.

Finally he releases your hair and you slide him out of your throat with a pop. Quickly he leans down to pull you up and into a tight hug.

You return without hesitation, leaning your head on his chest, but he wasn't done. No this was just the beginning.

He gives you a moment to regain your composure before he's bending you over his desk, ass out and ready to be fucked.

First Kiss- Connie Springer

WC: 1,854 (?)

TW: [Y/N] gets injured

"[Y/N]! [Y/N]! Wake up please! [Y/N] can you hear me?!" You hear a muffled shout. What's going on? Where am I? Why am I so cold? Hello...is anyone there?

GASP

Suddenly you shoot up from the cold hard floor. What's going on? You look down to see a large gash on your side, the red blood oozes out. You nearly pass out at the sight. What happened?

You look around to see several people crowding around you. They're all yelling different questions, overwhelming you further.

"Guys give them some space!" You finally hear someone shout through the crowd.

"W-What's going on?" You stutter out still gaping at the gash on your side.

"You don't remember?" You hear Connie mumble, a look of shame evident on his face. You try to steady your breathing and think back, retracing your steps.

You and the scouts were on an exploration mission when you were suddenly swarmed by a group of titans. Everyone fought well but of course there were casualties.

It takes a moment before it all finally comes back to you. You, Connie, Sasha, and Jean were all on one squad taking down three titans. The four of you dealt with them swiftly and then let your guards down.

Flashback————————————————

"Easy peasy! Taking down titans, no problem for us!" Jean shouts, jumping up and down. The rest of you just laugh at him.

"Alright let's not get too confident. You know what they say, confidence is a flimsy shield." You say in a ‘matter of factly’ tone. You turn around to wipe some titan blood off of your ODM gear when you see something out of the corner of your eye.

It was a titan standing right behind Connie, a mere centimeter from grabbing him. You don't think your legs just move. You swiftly push him out of the way, being grabbed instead.

Present Time———————————————

"I...remember..." You say holding your hand to your head. Your head it's pounding and your side is burning, you can barely string together sentences.

"Don't worry [Y/N] help is on the way!" Jean says trying to reassure you. You just nod, not really hearing his words. You feel your consciousness begin to slip away and it all goes black.

When you finally come to you're in a room you instantly recognize. It's one of the rooms used for recovering patients. You try to lean up to further search your surroundings but an excruciating pain in your side stops you.

"Ah fuck, what the hell!" You yell out in pain, a figure huddled over in the corner of the room quickly sits up and rushes to your side.

"[Y/N] are you okay?!" It was Connie Springer. The two of you have known each other for a long time, training together for five years and then becoming scouts together.

The memories from the day before all come rushing back to you in a haze. The panic you felt only a day ago shoots right back through you and you sit up, ignoring the pain blood curdling pain.

"Are you okay?!" You practically yell, searching his entire body for injuries. Grabbing his arms to investigate. He turns red at your worry but makes no move to take his arm away from your gentle hold.

"Yeah I'm okay, thanks to you." You feel a wave of relief wash over you and you fall back down onto the plush mattress.

"Oh thank god." You say with a sigh. The two of you sit in silence for a long moment before he speaks.

"Hey [Y/N]...I-I'm really sorry." He mumbles just barely loud enough for you to hear. You glance over at him and reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.

"Why? We're both here and we're alive, I don't regret a thing." You say with a soft smile. He stares at you in slight shock and a tear slowly runs down his cheek.

"H-HUH? W-WHY'RE YOU CRYING?!" You shout, feeling a sharp pain shoot through your side. “AGH!”

"I-I'm not, and stop floundering around you’re gonna reopen your wound!" He says turning his face away to wipe his tears, you just smile at his concern.

For the next few days you don't do much. Well more like you can't do much. You spend your days sleeping and eating, trying to get your body to heal as fast as possible.

Soon enough you're healed enough to stand up. Standing up turns to working out, and working out turns into training with ODM gear. Before you know it you're ready to go on missions again.

You wake up to a message pinned outside the dorms from Captain Levi. "All Scouts meet at the conference hall at 14:00 for information on the next expedition." You sigh at the thought but get ready regardless.

You show up slightly early and find a table with familiar faces. When Jean and Sasha see you they immediately stand up and run towards you. Trapping you in a tight hug.

"We're so happy you're okay [Y/N]!" Sasha says with tears in her eyes.

"Yeah you really scared us this time you idiot." Jean says and you swear you see a light gloss over his eyes.

"I haven't gotten a hot boyfriend yet, there's no way I'll let myself die single." You say with a laugh, the others join in and you all sit back down. Sharing light conversation before the others arrive and Captain Levi begins.

He explains how on the next expedition only a few soldiers will attend. Only the best of the best hand picked by Levi himself, because of the smaller numbers the mission will be even riskier.

"Now I will list the scouts who will be attending.

Mikasa Ackerman

Eren Yeager

Jean Kirstein

Sasha Braus

Armin Arlet

Connie Springer

and...

[Y/N] [L/N]."

"What?! No! [Y/N] can't go...t-they're still recovering! It isn't safe." Connie shouts without thinking. You look at him slightly shocked, both you and Connie knew you were perfectly capable, more so than him.

Levi looks over at him with a clear look of annoyance. He turns to you before he speaks.

"[Y/N] do you have any problems with attending the next expedition? Do you believe you are unfit?" He asks, practically staring into your soul.

"I have no issue Sir, I believe I am more than capable." You say with a stiff salut.

"Very well then, that will be all, more information will be given tomorrow morning, see you then." He says before leaving the conference hall.

Everyone stays silent, making sure the captain has truly left before everyone continues their previous conversations. You slowly turn to Connie, horrified.

"What the hell was that? That was so embarrassing! Do you think I'm weak or something?" You ask staring at him in disbelief.

You watch as he turns bright red, stuttering and trying to put words together. When he fails to do so he clumsily stands up, tripping on his chair before running out of the room.

"What just happened?" You ask more to yourself than to anyone else, but of course Jean includes his two cents.

"He's just worried, we all are. After that stunt you pulled we're all a little on edge, it was scary almost losing you like that. Connie seems to be taking it hard." Jean says and Sasha nods.

"I'm sorry guys. I didn't mean to worry any of you. My body it just moved on its own, you know?" You say, sheepishly scratching the back of your neck.

"Well it doesn't matter now! All that matters is that you're here and you're alive!" Sasha says with a comforting smile and a tight squeeze. You and Jean just nod before the three of you go your separate ways, heading back to your dorms.

The sun had set and you were sitting on your bed reading with only a small flame to light up the faded pages. You hear a soft knock against your door that snaps you out of the fictional world you were reading about.

Slowly you slide out of your covers, making sure you place a book mark in your book. You walk over and open your door to see a nervous looking  Connie pacing in front of your door.

"Connie? Isn't it a bit late? Did something happen?" You ask snapping him out of his daze. His face immediately shoots up, staring into your eyes with determination.

"Sorry for showing up so late, do you mind if I come inside?" He says with his nervousness returning.

"Yeah sure." You say before opening your door wider, inviting him inside. He walks in and you close the door behind him, making your way to your bed and sitting down as he awkwardly begins to pace back and forth.

"So I was wondering if on tomorrow's expedition, if you really do insist on going, if it would be okay if I stayed by your side." He says, avoiding eye contact with you.

"Well Connie you know Captain Levi is going to break us up based on skill, especially since there are less of us. So it really isn't up to me." You say watching him carefully.

"I just...please just if he tries to separate us please help me to convince him." Connie says in a quieter tone.

"Where's this even coming from? We should just trust Captain Levi." You say in a soft tone, trying to ease Connie's very apparent nerves.

"No [Y/N] you-you don't understand." He practically whispers. You stare at him confused before slowly standing up, reaching for his hand and holding it gently.

"Then explain to me, make me understand." You say while trying to meet his eyes. He finally makes eye contact with you, a bright blush on his face.

"[Y/N] after...after what happened I realized something. I realized that if you go I wanna go with you, no matter where I wanna be there too. If-If...If you die I want to die with you." His words shock you and you just stare at him unsure of what to say.

"Connie don't say stuff like that. Neither of us are gonna die anytime soon, and if I die the last thing I'd want is for you to die along side me!" You say slowly pulling him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding onto you like it's the last time the two of you will be together.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He mumbles into your shoulder. You feel his tears soak into your shirt, cold against your warm skin. Gently you rub his back, squeezing him.

"Don't apologize it wasn't your fault. I would do it again in a heartbeat." You whisper to him, he just holds you tighter.

Eventually his tears slow and he gently pulls away. Staring into your eyes with his tear stained ones. Without thinking your hand slowly comes up and wipes the tears from his face. Gently he reaches up, holding onto your wrist, keeping your hands on his face.

"[Y/N] I love you." He whispers before slowly leaning in, capturing your lips in his. When the two of you pull away you realize that tears had started falling from your eyes as well.

"I love you too."

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]

Herakles-Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

|Intro|

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i'm orginally a wattpad writer (apparently tumblr writers hate wattpad writers? idk)

my friend suggeted that i start posting on tumblr so i did :p

​​most of my posts are just copy and pastes that you can find on my wattpad (same user)

i write both n/sfw and sfw (mostly n/sfw) they will be tagged accordingly and will state whether it is n/sfw or not

i don't have a posting schedule or even a writing schedule

prob post once and then disappear for a month

idk how tumblr works so i'm just figuring it out as i go

a lot of my stuff is jjk centered just because thats what got my views on wattpad lmaoo

write for bsd, jjk, aot, kny, and probably more

my requests are open but i either finish it in a day or a month loll