This Will Never NOT Be My Favorite Thing

This will never NOT be my favorite thing

Not Allowed on the Bed

This was just supposed to be a thirsty drabble, but okay

Warnings: hybrid reader, swearing, virgin!reader, chubby reader, mentions of pregnancy

This is my first time writing hybrid, so it's not good, but here we go

You never thought you'd get adopted. It wasn't that you weren't cute, of course you were, but every time someone came into the shelter to look at the pets they'd look at you, maybe even play with you, and end up taking home one of the smaller hybrids. Still, you never stopped feeling hopeful when someone came in. You'd smile and speak sweetly and play as politely as you could manage. You didn't even jump up anymore, that wasn't nice, and you were a nice girl, or you did your best to be. Most of your friends had already found homes, you were happy for them, but you were also a little jealous, and lonely. The people that ran the shelter told you to be patient, that someone would choose you someday, and you believed them. Why wouldn't you? They were so nice and took such good care of everyone.

"C'mon, man, just give them a chance, you've only seen a few of them." Your floppy ears perked up at the voice. He sounded kind, your heart flooded with hope and your tail wagged tentatively. 

"Tch. Whatever, let's just get this over with." The other voice wasn't as kind. In fact it sounded downright mean. Like he was growling. But, you shouldn't judge a person by their voice, so you remained full of hope. Their scents were faint, but pleasant in different ways. 

They were only a couple of doors away, but there were two really pretty, much smaller pets in between you and them. Somehow, you were lucky, the gruff man didn't seem impressed with the pets before your room. Their scents were stronger now, your rear end was wiggling as you saw them through the window of your room. 

"Aw, look at this one, she's so cute." The red haired one with the kind voice and fresh, earthy scent spoke. 

The other man didn't really look at you, his head was turned and his eyes were cast to the side. "Tch." Was his only response. You looked up at them from where you sat on the floor of your room like a good girl. His scent was harsher in your nose, but you liked it. You tilted your head and smiled. 

"Hi there, cutie." The redhead grinned at you, waving eagerly. 

You waved back, your smile widening. 

"Did you want to meet her?" One of the workers asked the men. 

The redhead confirmed, but the gruff blond just tutted again. The worker let them in and you remained sitting, like a good girl.

"How long has she been here?" The redhead asked. 

"A long time." The worker answered sadly. "She's a sweet girl, and there's nothing really wrong with her except her size. I'll leave you alone so you can get to know each other." 

The redhead thanked them and held out his hand to you. You sniffed him politely and smiled again. "What's your name?" 

You told him and the blond's eyes snapped to your face when you spoke. 

"You bite or somethin'?"

"No." You assured him quickly, raising your hands in front of you, and waving them. 

"Then why the fuck are you still here?"

"Bakugou!" The redhead scolded.

"I'm not small like the other pets." You told him frankly.

"What does that have to do with anything?" The blond called Bakugou demanded. 

You shrugged. You didn't really know why it made such a difference to anyone whether the pet they took home was big or small, all you knew was what you'd heard when you got passed over time and time again.

"You trained?"

You nodded eagerly. "'m a good girl, I promise!" 

"We'll see about that." He smirked. 

Before you really knew what was happening you were headed home. Home. Finally. You were so excited to finally have a home and an owner that when he let you in you started bouncing around your new surroundings, sniffing and touching everything you could get your hands on. 

"Oi!" His firm tone stopped you in your tracks just before you climbed onto the big bed.

You went and stood in front of him. "Yes, Master?"

"The fuck? No, I'm not your fuckin' Master." he protested with a snarling scowl. 

"But you took me home." You reminded him.

"That's-" He swallowed, eyes darting around in search of an answer. "You don't call me that, got it?"

"What do I call you, then?"

"Katsuki." He informed you. 

"Katsuki!" You parroted cheerfully. "'m Katsuki's good girl!" Your behind wiggled in your excitement. 

"Not if you you keep fuckin' crawlin' on my bed." He grumbled. 

He said things like that often, growling and snarling at you, saying if you did this or that that you weren't his good girl, but he always scratched behind your floppy ears while you sat next to him on the couch, always gave you some of whatever he was eating, always made sure you were healthy and safe. The only thing he forbade was you sleeping on his bed, he disliked you even being in his bedroom, but allowed it on occasion when he was with you. You had your own bed, and he expected you to sleep in it, no matter how much you begged. 

His friends were nice to you when they came over. The redhead that had helped Katsuki bring you home was called Shitty Hair, there was a taller, thinner one that always smiled and smelled like oranges called Plain Face, and a shorter blond with grabby hands called Dunce Face. They always brought you treats, scratched your head, and told you what a good and pretty girl you were. You liked them. 

"You want another treat?" Dunce Face asked you, holding the treat over you where you were sitting on the floor. 

You nodded and followed the treat with your eyes. 

"She's had enough." Katsuki scoffed. 

"Aw, but she likes them, and she's so cute." Dunce Face pouted. "Look at her jiggle when she jumps for it!" He lifted the treat for emphasis and you jumped up eagerly.

"Yeah, she can have just one more." Shitty Hair nodded. 

"Oi! Go take a nap, I'll wake you up for dinner." Katsuki ordered. 

"Okay!" You hopped up and went to your bed in the other room. You weren't sleepy, but it couldn't hurt to get cozy in your bed and let Katsuki have time alone with his friends. You walked around in a circle a few times before curling up, yawning a little. 

"Oh, man, I might need to get myself a pet." Dunce Face pouted again. "Unless you let me borrow yours." He continued in a sing-song tone. 

"Fuck off." Katsuki growled.

"Hey, relax, Bakugou." Shitty Hair tried to defuse the tension. "He's kidding, aren't you, Kaminari?"

"Kinda." 

"Bakugou doesn't do that." Plain Face informed. 

"You don't?"

"Not everyone has sex with their hybrid." Shitty Hair responded, cutting off Katsuki before he could speak, but you'd heard him move. 

Sex. You'd heard about that from some of the other pets, mostly the surrendered ones and a few of the strays. It sounded a little scary, but some of them made it sound nice. You weren't sure what to think, but Katsuki didn't seem interested, so you didn't think it would be a problem for you. You yawned again and drifted off to sleep. 

You felt weird. Huffy and lonely. Katsuki was at work and normally you'd fill your day with the chores you'd chosen to do and sleeping and playing, but today, you just felt . . . cooped up. Something was wrong and you didn't know what, but you knew it wasn't right. Opening the windows did nothing to alleviate the way you were feeling trapped. Even eating, you usually enjoyed, wasn't appealing to you right now. And you just wanted Katsuki home. Why did he have to be at work today? Why were there so many hours before he was coming home? You huffed again, pacing around the living room with your arms crossed over your chest. It seemed huffing was the only thing you could do to express yourself right now. You inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as your senses were overwhelmed by an intoxicating scent. It was familiar, you knew it was Katsuki's, but it was so much stronger, more . . . delicious

Your mouth watered. You needed more of it and your feet carried you toward the source. The place you weren't supposed to be without Katsuki, but you needed it. Your chest heaved as you tried to inhale more of the scent, needy, guilty whimpers already escaping your lips as you entered the forbidden space. You knew better than to be in here, all but one of your instincts were screaming at you to leave this room. Too bad this new, strange instinct was pushing them all to the back of your mind. You crawled slowly into the bed, under the covers, and buried your face in Katsuki's pillow, inhaling deeply. You lost yourself in the heady scent of him, your mind going hazy for a moment, and it felt like you were floating while your body filled with warmth, your skin tingling. You don't know how long you laid there, sniffing his pillow, but you whimpered the whole time, and your pussy was dripping slick onto his sheets, soaking and making your thighs sticky. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" His gravelly voice met your ears and at first you felt sick, guilt coursing through you at disobeying him, but you couldn't control the excited shiver that ran through you at the timbre of his growl, another gush of slick coating between your thighs.

"I said," He moved closer, his voice lowering dangerously, "what the-"

You jumped up and cut him off by clumsily crashing your lips into his. 

He didn't push you away, but made no move to kiss you back, just let you move your lips over his, and swallowed thickly, a snarl on his lips when you pulled away. 

You whimpered, feeling tears sting your eyes when he didn't speak.

Finally, he growled lowly at you, "What's the rule?"

"Katsuki?" You sniffled confusedly. 

"What's the one fuckin' rule?" He repeated.

"Don't go on the bed." You sniffled again. 

"And what did you do?" 

You hung your head, unable to look him fully in the eye because of the way his voice and scent were making you rub your thighs together. "Went on the bed." You pouted. 

"Bad girl." He snarled. 

Your head snapped up, your lips quivering. He'd never called you bad before. You wanted to protest, but he was right. You were bad. You were a bad girl. He was gonna bring you back to the shelter and then you'd never find another home, or if you did your next owner wouldn't treat you the way Katsuki did. Fat, hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Tch." He scoffed. "What the fuck're you cryin' for?"

"'m sorry for being bad, won't- won't do it again!" You fell to your knees in front of him. "P-please don't get rid of me." 

"Dumbass, I'm not fuckin' gettin' ridda ya!" He snarled, then sighed and gripped your shoulder, lifting you to standing. "But I can't let you get away with this." He walked over to the bed, dragging you with him, and put you over his knee. "You know why you're not allowed in the bed?"

"N-no." You sniffled, rubbing your thighs together in spite of your fear and shame, you couldn't help but enjoy the warmth, the source of the scent so close to your nose. 

He was breathing heavily for some reason, running his hands over your skin, squeezing and grabbing handfuls of your flesh. "You can't guess? Hah?"

You tried to think, but it was hard to form anything in your mind with him so close and touching you the way he was. "Be- because 'm your pet." You whimpered out when his hand slid between your thighs. 

He pulled his hand away and spanked you, the initial sting making you yelp and jolt, despite the way you wanted to beg for him to do it again. "Wrong." 

"Not- 'm not your pet?" More tears threatened to fall.

"You ain't a pet to me, baby, but you are mine." He growled out, putting heavy emphasis on the last word. Katsuki went back to rubbing and squeezing you. He let out a low growl as his fingers brushed over the wetness coating your inner thighs. "So fuckin' wet already. This all for me?" 

You nodded, a pleasured whine left your lips when his hand landed another spank to your ass. "Yes, all for you!" You cried out. "So wet for you!" 

"Good girl." 

His words had you gushing and whimpering again. 

"You like that, baby?" He didn't seem to want an answer this time, instead helping you move so you were on your back on the bed in front of him, immediately spread your thighs, and slid two thick fingers into your entrance. 

"Too much, 's too much, Katsuki!" You whined.

"Gotta get you ready, baby, so be my good girl and take it." 

You nodded again, the burning stretch giving way to fluttering, tingling pleasure as his fingers pumped and curled within you, the sloshing noises that met your ears only seeming to encourage him and spur him on. His thumb brushed over and circled a spot just above your entrance at the same time his fingers curled and dragged over a spot within you that had you squirming and seeing stars. You couldn't hold back your voice as you screamed out his name, your entire body tensing, then slowly relaxing while his fingers slowed. He pulled them from you and licked them while you whimpered at their loss. 

You tried to move forward, but he pushed you back. "Stay." 

You whimpered, but obeyed, eyes trained on him as he stood and removed his clothes. Your mouth watered as you took in his fully exposed form, an excited whine escaped you when he started moving toward you. He crawled over you and looked down at you, meeting your lips in a tender kiss. "You're mine." He growled against you lips when he pulled away. 

"Yours." You assured him. 

At your word he pushed inside you slowly. Hands gripping your hips as he sat back and began thrusting languidly. It didn't hurt thanks to the preparation he'd done. You felt so full, so right with him inside, his cock dragging over that place within you that made you squirm and dig your nails into him to ground yourself. Your hands held his shoulders, your eyes were locked on his while his grunts and groans created a lewd duet with your moans and whimpers.

"My good girl, let's fill you up."

When he moved faster you felt the tingling pressure building again, he drew your plush thighs around his waist, and drove into you, your voice rising again as you came undone, feeling him fall apart just after you and spill inside you with a growling groan. 

After he pulled out he put on pajamas and you went to go sleep on your bed, but he stopped you, grabbing your shoulder. "Where the fuck you think you're goin'?" 

"My bed, Katsuki."

He huffed and dragged you to his bed, pulling you next to him, and curling his body around yours. "This is your bed now, baby."

"But- you said." 

"Forget what I said. This is your bed now, dumbass."

"Go take a nap, you've had enough treats."

"Okay." You smiled and jumped up to go to sleep in the bed you now shared with Katsuki, the eyes of his friends trained on your plump behind as you walked. 

"I thought you didn't let her sleep in your bed, man." Plain Face reminded. 

"Shut up. Changed my mind." 

"Aw, Kacchan, what a softie!" Dunce Face teased. 

"Don't feel bad, Bakugou, most people let their pets sleep in their beds eventually." 

"Yeah, but most of them don't knock them up." 

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Note: I’m back with another dad Bakugou fic bitches 😎 this time it’s Baku with an absolute chonk of a baby. Again, this entire thing was inspired by @hanji-is-life and the people who sent the amazing asks there. I can’t stop, they’re so good 😩 also idk how fast a baby’s development is. My little sister was a baby but that’s was 11 years ago- Criticism is welcome as always.

Warnings: cursing cuz bakugou, but just fluff overall. Not prof read

‘Had to go to the hospital quickly for an appointment! Katsumi and Sakura are at school already. Take Katsuo with you to the agency please!

-Y/N <3’

Bakugou sighed as he put down the note and headed to the living room where his son was. He woke up and was surprised to see you weren’t there in bed with him, and was only even more surprised he saw his son was awake in his playpen doing his thing. After finding the note tacked on the fridge however, he understood the situation.

Bakugou looked into the playpen and smiled. His son Katsuo. He looked exactly like his dad, ash blonde hair, red eyes, and an absolute monster of a baby. It’s not that he cried a lot, in fact he hardly cried at all. He was just extremely chunky. He was in 6 month clothes at 3 months old. He was a chunky baby, a chubby tummy and rolls on his arms and legs. Hell, he even had rolls for knees! He was currently in toddler clothes at 10 months old and was trying to shove his fat fist in his mouth. He took notice of his dad and started making grabby hands up at him.

Bakugou chuckled. “Hey squirt, ready to start the day?” His son gurgled.

Bakugou lifted his son up with a soft grunt. “Jesus, did you grow overnight? You get heavier every day.” His baby slapped a drool covered hand on bakugou’s cheek. “..I deserved that.”

After strapping on the baby carrier and putting Katsuo in front of chest, he began making breakfast. Starting with Katsuo’s. Sure, it was time consuming making breakfast for his infant son, but he refused to let him eat that processed shit from the store. Bakugou placed a strawberry and a banana on the counter. He wasn’t sure why he did this, but he let his son choose what fruit he wanted in his breakfast. He read somewhere it was good for development. “K, choose one brat,” he said softly. Katsuo stared before grabbing at the strawberry. “Good choice,” Bakugou responded before dropping a few strawberries in the blender and starting his breakfast. The entire time, he stirred up conversation with Katsuo.

“So what did you dream about last night?”

“Da!”

“You fought Endeavour himself and won?”

“Ba-da-ba!”

“No shit, what did you do after?”

“Baaab.”

“Nice. I’ll make note of that the next time I train then.”

…

After a quick breakfast and a diaper change, Katsuki made his way to the agency, baby bag in hand. It should be ok to take Katsuo today. All he had was paperwork and an interview. Katsuki didn’t want just ANYONE working for him. He needed to make sure those who were hired were reliable people. Bakugou stopped in front of the building and addressed his son in the harness, “this is where daddy works. He runs his own agency. Isn’t that cool?” Katsuo blew a little raspberry.

Almost all eyes were on Bakugou as he entered the building. They went from neutral to confused seeing a drooly baby harnessed on the pro hero’s chest, and even more confused seeing a baby bag in hand.

Ignoring all the prying eyes, Bakugou approached Kirishima, who also was gawking at the baby in the harness.

“What? It’s not a fucking alien, get a hold of yourself.” Kirishima’s eyes snapped back up and looked at Bakugou. He put a hand behind his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to seeing you with your son that often.”

“Hah!? Are you calling me a terrible dad?” Bakugou questioned as his eyebrows furrowed more.

“No! Just drop it, look the candidate for receptionist is already with the interviewer. Just make it quick, ok? And don’t send them running away in tears!” Kirishima called out as Bakugou grunted and walked towards his office. Bakugou stopped in front of his office door and addressed his son once again,

“This is daddy’s office. You excited to step inside?”

“Aa!”

“Well, today I am too.” Bakugou opened the door and saw some interviewer extra behind his desk and a female sitting across from it.

“Ah, you’re here Mr. Bakugou! Please, take a seat!” The interviewer chirped. Bakugou sat down in a chair on the side of the desk and unclasped the harness. He set Katsuo on a sitting position on the desk and dumped some toys there for his son. Katsuo took a chunky plastic block and immediately began to chew on it.

The female blinked. “Umm… is the baby staying here the entire time?”

Bakugou growled lowly. “He has a fucking name. It’s Katsuo. And yes, he is. That a fucking problem?”

“N-no, im sorry sir,” she replied as Katsuo cooed.

“Let’s get this started. What’s your name?” Bakugou said, calming down.

The female cleared her throat. “Akane, sir.”

The interview went along fairly smoothly, Akane answered the questions well and seemed reliable enough to work here, Bakugou noted as he played a bit with Katsuo. Still, Bakugou needed more convincing. He didn’t need another receptionist crying into his coffee cup in the mornings. The more the interview progressed, the more impatient Bakugou became.

“Can we hurry this shit up? It’s almost tummy time for Katsuo!” Bakugou barked. Both Akane and the interviewer jumped at the sudden outburst.

“Sorry Dynamight sir, just one more question and we’ll be done here.”

Bakugou huffed and put Katsuo on his lap, who was trying to shove the block in Bakugou’s face. He chuckled. “Stop that shit, that’s fucking gross, wasn’t it in your mouth?” Katsuo gurgled in response, still shoving the drool covered block in his dad’s face. Akane was distracted at this display. Dynamight, the number 2 pro hero, softening for someone? She didn’t think it was possible. Bakugou looked back up, scowling as he realized no one was talking. “The fuck are you looking at?” He growled at Akane.

Akane yelped and cleared her throat. “N-nothing! Just- just looking around” she said hurriedly as she straightened herself.

Bakugou squinted his eyes and looked down at his son. “What do you think of her, Katsuo?”

Katsuo was currently transfixed on shoving two chubby fingers in his own mouth. Once he finally did babble again, he slapped his thighs while bouncing up and down, making “da” sounds over and over. Akane thought the display was cute before Bakugou spoke up again.

“My son says you’re a terrible liar and that you’re on thin fucking ice.”

Akane shivered a bit. She was going to be here a while longer, wasn’t she?

…

A few more exchanges like that back and forth (Katsuo cooing and bakugou interpreting as a a threat), the interview finally ended.

Akane slumped on the wall outside the door and slowly sat herself down. God, that went terribly! She kept getting distracted by the baby! There was no way she was getting this job! She blew it-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched laugh. Akane registered it was coming from the office. Silently, she got up and peered through the door, which was slightly ajar.

Bakugou was blowing raspberries on his baby’s stomach while Katsuo laughed hysterically. Akane stood there dumbfounded. She never thought Bakugou was the fatherly type. Bakugou kept doing this and laughed along with the baby until he put them down in a sitting position. “Alright brat, it’s tummy time,” he grumbled as he spread a blanket on the desk and laid his son down on the blanket, back facing the ceiling. His son thrashed his limbs around a bit before calming down. Bakugou chuckled and pulled a couple toys out of his bag and settled them around Katsuo. His son tried moving around to grab the toys, cooing all the while.

Akane left before she was noticed. She was confused by this secret side of Bakugou.

…

Despite her doubtful thoughts earlier, Akane managed to land the job as the receptionist at Bakugou’s agency. She liked talking to the people she met everyday, and even met his wife a couple times.

Akane was typing away and noticed someone approaching from the corner of her eye.

“Hello, Mrs. Bakugou! How are you?”

You looked at Akane and smiled, carrying your son. “I’m just fine, thank you! I’m just wondering where Katsuki is!”

“Right here,” a gruff voice responded. Both females turned around and saw the hero approaching both of them.

You gave your husband a kiss and handed him Katsuo and a box wrapped in cloth.

“You forgot your lunch again, I’m starting to believe you’re doing it on purpose” you scolded.

Bakugou laughed and pecked your cheek. “I might start doing it intentionally if I get to see my beautiful wife and son more often at work.”

Akane observed this exchange before Katsuo turned his head towards her, looking at her with wide red eyes and made grabby hands that Bakugou paid no kind to. Akane, however, shivered and turned back towards the computer, typing more feverishly. Those red eyes that looked exactly like his father’s creeped her out ever since that interview. Sure, Katsuo was adorable, but what came out of his mouth was scary.

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Idc how sick I'll get, I'll kiss Simon Riley in the rain a million times over again 😤

i want a cheesy romantic cliché of kissing him the rain 😚💀🌧

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It starts with a flash of lightning, then a deep thundering crackle, followed by a small gasp of sweet excitement.

"It's raining!"

You practically threw yourself at the window to watch the raindrops pelt the ground with childish wonder.

It's cute. Endearing. It makes Simon's insides freeze up from the sudden rush of tender emotions that clutches at his heart.

"Simon, come here!"

And like an eager, obedient little puppy, he obeys in his own quiet way, walking up to you on autopilot. He doesn't think you know just how much power you have over him. He doesn't think anyone truly knows just how weak he is for you. If you asked him to move mountains, he would do it. If you asked him to carry you through scorching magma, it would be done. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. God forbid someone gets in his way to make you happy; he'd bulldoze over anyone who would dare try. And you're the only one who has this eternal hold on him.

"Look!"

You flash him the most adorable smile as he walks up behind you, pointing out the window as your breath fogs it up. Simon hides his own tiny smile--something only you can pull from him--and rests a hand on your waist as he leans over your opposite shoulder, following the path of your finger to the pouring rain outside.

He sees nothing special. Just falling droplets of water. Simon holds no strong opinion for it. But the way your eyes sparkle in admiration for it makes it feel like it's the most precious thing in the world.

"Let's go!"

Simon blinks.

What?

You don't even give him a chance to fully comprehend what you said, turning around and grabbing the wrist of the hand he has on your waist. Simon lets himself be yanked along--you would never be able to pull his full weight effortlessly, big man that he knows he is--but he looks at you with a bemused raise of his eyebrows.

You're so . . . special. Care-free. You see beauty in things most people wouldn't care for. And it's sweet. Pure and gut-wrenching at the same time. It's moments like this where Simon sees how soft you are in comparison to himself--how excited you always get to share these little things with him. Like a cat bringing its owner a dead mouse just because it wants to share it with you, but instead of a cat and a dead mouse, it's you and whatever interest that holds your attention. It would be annoying if you were anyone else, but that's just it--you're not anyone else. You're special. You're special to Simon, and that's more devastating than any gunshot wound he ever received.

With an excited grin, you hurridly pull him out the door, with Simon only resisting for one moment to tug you back in to wrap one of his jackets hanging from the rack by the door around you. He rolls his eyes at your whiny Simon--the n being drawn out--and shuts you up with a kiss and a soft You'll get sick, love, and you're a nightmare of a patient. He adds a pinch to your butt as a teasing warning and revels in your squeal as your hands bat his away with another Simon!

Once he makes sure you're bundled up, he puts on a jacket for himself and slips his balaclava over his head before pulling his hood up and letting you lead him outside your house. It isn't raining that hard, but there's still a chill in the air, and belatedly, he realizes he should probably bring an umbrella to hold it over your head. But then there's another flash and crackle, and the sound of delighted laughter spilling from your lips. You look back at him with unadulterated joy, and the breath in his lungs disappates as he takes your happiness in.

It's beautiful and pure, and he suddenly can't find it in himself to step back in for the umbrella. He doesn't want to miss a second of this. And you don't let him.

"Come on, Simon, dance with me!"

You pull him a little further, the smell and sound of the rain filling your senses, and turn yourself around to wrap yourself in his arms.

Simon raises an eyebrow, but his hands grip you closer, and his lips curve up into a fond little half-smile.

"In the rain, pet?"

You pout, and in an instant, Simon knows what you're going to say. He can feel himself already giving in just from your sweet eyes and the curve of your soft lips.

"Please, Simon?"

It's so small and so soft, but it's enough to bend him to your will.

He sighs, saying nothing, but by the growing sparkle in your eyes, he knows you know you got him. Brat. Simon rolls his eyes in fond exasperation. You could bring him to his knees if you wanted. Without warning, he grips you tighter and begins leading you in a sloppy waltz of his own, swaying side to side. It pulls a yelp from your lips from the unexpected movement, but you quickly follow his lead with a grin on your face, pressing your body to his.

In that moment, the rain lightens, but a drop manages to wet the exposed skin near his eye, and he looks up at the grey, cloudy canvas above their heads. Simon never cared much for the rain. It gets him wet and uncomfortable. It can be hard to see through on missions, and there's always a chance of catching a cold. But--your gasp echoes in his ears, It's raining!--and the wonder you have for it makes him wish it would rain forever just so he could see that awed look on your face till his dying days.

There's a grip on his chin, and suddenly, he's looking at you, your hand directing the movement. The dancing stops, but the grin on your face has his heart racing a mile a minute. It's a treasure he wants all to himself.

"Kiss me, Simon."

And he doesn't hesitate to give you what you want--what he wants. Simon pulls down his hood and tugs off his balaclava. He can feel the bite of the wind, and the rain is cold against his skin, but he hardly notices as he takes your lips against his.

You're warm, and right then and there, Simon decides that, yes, maybe he does like rain after all.

-

Bonus

(Later on, as you get ready for bed, a sneeze wracks your body, and a chill runs through you. There's a sigh, and some shuffling, and soon a blanket is wrapped around your shoulders.

"I told you you'd get sick.")

His Parents | Bakugou Katsuki

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Description: Meeting Bakugou’s parents for the first time, and seeing his crazy family dynamic. And you have a nice heart to heart with mama Bakugou. Also black reader cause I said so

Wc: 2.3k

Warning: FLUFFY, aged up Bakugou and reader, meet the parents, black female reader, female pronouns, swearing (this is Bakugou and his mother after all).

A/n: ngl this fic is super self indulgent but i hope yall still like it.

“Oi, get your ass up and go put on something nice. Somethin’ that’ll make you look like a girl for once.” Katsuki says as he barges into your dorm room. Something you were used to after how long you have been dating, so it didn’t really catch you by surprise.

You were laying in your bed, thoughtlessly scrolling through your phone when he walked in, stopping at the side of your bed. You put your phone down and looked up at him, slightly annoyed at his insult about your appearance.

“I always look like a girl you ass.” You tell him. The ash blond doesn’t respond, only looks you up and down with a quirked eyebrow. You looked down at yourself taking in the baggy grey sweatpants and oversized t-shirt you stole from him as well as the red bonnet covering your hair. You look back up at him with a frown. “You caught me at a moment of weakness.”

He rolls his eyes. “Just make sure ya look better than you do now and meet me downstairs in 10 minutes. Don’t be fuckin late!”

You quickly sit up on your bed and give him a puzzled look. “10 min-, Katsuki there’s no way I can get ready that fast. And you didn’t even tell me where we’re going.” You argued.

He kissed his teeth as he made his way to the door. “Just shut up and do it. If ya don’t come down in ten, I’m leaving your ass here.” He says before exiting your room slamming the door behind him.

You let out a sharp sigh at your boyfriend’s stubborn attitude. You were curious about where you were going but you knew he wouldn’t tell you until you got there. So you shrugged it off and stood up from your bed to get ready. But if he wanted you to ‘look like a girl’ you didn’t want to rush it. Beauty takes time after all. 

- 45 minutes later - 

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