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Hii!! If you can, can you write Katsuki x fem reader where reader is scared of being intimate with Katsuki because she's very insecure about her body and Katsuki reassures her? It can be both comfort and smut!! XOXO

To Worship

Katsuki wasn’t stupid. He could tell when something was off, especially when it came to you.

He noticed it in the way your body stiffened whenever his hands wandered beneath your shirt. The way your breath hitched, not from pleasure, but hesitation. The way you pulled back just before things went too far.

It pissed him off—not because you weren’t giving in, but because you were holding yourself back. From him.

Tonight was no different. You were straddling his lap, lips swollen from his kisses, body warm and trembling in his arms, but the moment his fingers slipped beneath your top, you tensed.

"Oi," he muttered, pulling back to look you in the eye. "The fuck’s goin’ on?"

You shook your head quickly. "Nothing."

"That’s bullshit." His crimson eyes burned into yours, sharp but not unkind. "Talk to me."

You swallowed hard, trying to look away, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Y/N."

Your chest ached at how soft he said your name.

"I just…" You exhaled shakily. "I don’t want to disappoint you."

His brows furrowed, irritation flashing across his face. "What the hell does that mean?"

You bit your lip. "I’m not… perfect, Katsuki. My body isn’t—"

"Don’t you dare finish that sentence." His voice was rough, but his touch was gentle as his hands moved to your waist. "You think I give a fuck about that?"

Your vision blurred with unshed tears. "I don’t want you to see me and—"

"Tch." Katsuki scoffed, then leaned in, brushing his lips over yours. "You’re fuckin’ perfect to me."

You gasped softly as he kissed you again, slower this time. His fingers traced over your skin with a reverence that made your heart ache.

"You don’t gotta hide from me, baby," he murmured against your lips. "Lemme show you how much I love every damn part of you."

Your breath stuttered as he guided you onto your back, his body hovering over yours. His hands, usually rough and calloused, worshipped your curves, tracing over every dip, every scar, every so-called imperfection like they were something sacred.

"God, you’re beautiful," he muttered, voice thick with want. "Can’t believe you ever doubted that."

Heat pooled in your stomach as he kissed his way down your body, worshipping every inch of you with lips and tongue. The tenderness in his touch made your insecurities feel so small, so insignificant.

And when he finally pressed into you, stretching you so perfectly, he held you close, his forehead resting against yours.

"You feel that?" he groaned, voice shaking. "That’s how much I fuckin’ love you, baby."

A soft whimper escaped your lips as he moved, slow and deep, his hands gripping yours as he made love to you like he had all the time in the world.

No rush. No shame. Just him showing you, over and over again, just how beautiful you were in his eyes.

And for the first time, you believed it.

Katsuki moved with a kind of intensity that left you breathless—not the usual rough, explosive passion he carried in everything he did, but something deeper. Something unshakably devoted.

His hands never stopped moving, mapping out every part of your body with deliberate care. When your breath hitched as his fingers traced a soft curve or a spot you weren’t fond of, he lingered there, pressing firm, open-mouthed kisses to your skin as if to tell you, I love this. I love you.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he pushed deeper, hips rolling slow and deliberate. “So tight… fuck, baby.”

Your legs trembled around his waist, pleasure sparking through every nerve as he kept you close—chest to chest, fingers tangled with yours. His pace never faltered, never rushed, stretching the moment between you like something precious.

A whimper slipped from your lips, and Katsuki was on you immediately, capturing the sound with a kiss, swallowing it down like he needed it to breathe.

“S’okay, baby,” he whispered, thumb brushing over your cheek as he kissed you again, softer this time. “You don’t gotta hide from me. Ever.”

You let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the way he was looking at you—like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and Katsuki’s expression softened, his thrusts slowing to a near stop as he cupped your face.

“Shit, baby,” he murmured, brushing his lips against your eyelids, kissing away the tears that slipped free. “Didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You shook your head quickly. “No, it’s… it’s not bad.”

His brow furrowed, but he didn’t press. Instead, he leaned in, his voice dropping into something rough and tender all at once.

“You believe me now?” he asked, hips shifting just enough to make you shudder.

You gasped, fingers tightening against his as heat coiled deep in your stomach.

“Katsuki—”

“Say it,” he rasped, his other hand slipping down your waist, pressing into the flesh there like he was grounding himself in you. “Say you believe me.”

You swallowed hard, body trembling beneath him, pleasure crackling through your veins like wildfire.

“I—” You gasped as he pushed deeper, hitting the spot that made you see stars. “I believe you.”

A low groan rumbled in his chest, his grip tightening. “Damn right, you do.”

His pace picked up just enough to steal your breath, his lips never leaving yours as he guided you to the edge with slow, deep strokes that left you unraveling beneath him.

“Let go, baby,” he murmured against your mouth. “I got you.”

And with one last roll of his hips, you shattered, pleasure crashing over you in waves. Katsuki followed right after, burying himself deep with a groan, his grip unrelenting as he spilled into you.

For a long moment, all you could hear was your own heartbeat, the slow, steady rise and fall of your breaths mingling with his.

Then, Katsuki shifted, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his arms.

“You ain’t ever gotta doubt yourself again,” he murmured, voice thick with exhaustion and something softer.

You curled into him, chest aching in the best way, and whispered,

“I won’t.”

10/10

Would recommend.

[commission] a heart to heart with sensei

breakfast

[ID 1: Art of Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang. They are cooking something in the kitchen using a portable stove, in front of the window, where sunlight shines through. Their backs are to the viewer. Cheng Xiaoshi is laughing, head thrown back and a hand clutching his stomach, while Lu Guang is looking at him. Behind them is the kitchen island where there’s a plate of scrambled eggs, two bowls of rice, and two mugs with a cat and dog design. The overall art has warm tones. END ID]

[ID 2: A two-panel art of Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang. It is a continuation of the piece of them in the kitchen. The first panel is a close-up of Cheng Xiaoshi’s laughing face and the second is Lu Guang’s slightly stunned face. The overall art has warm tones. END ID]

brightens my day

nice days

shizaya week day 3: first kiss

My cheri my pau pau

This week my nostalgic brainwaves took me here, of all places

- So warm… You’re like a little stove - 

andreil and goodbye kisses (pt 1)

pls this is so soft i cant 😭(also a lot longer than i anticipated but that's FINE 👀)

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

gang we got this ADORABLE art from @super-yellow-paris go give them aaaalll the love

so andrew and neil aren't too big on PDA, but after Baltimore, leaving the other is always followed by a lingering fear

neil notices how andrew always tenses a bit when neil leaves him, even if neil told him he was going somewhere beforehand

it could him going be to the mall, a restaurant, even just lectures

neil really doesn't like seeing andrew so tense but he can't figure out what's wrong

so one night on the roof, neil straight up asks "why do you always look so stressed whenever I go anywhere?"

andrew doesn't answer for a few moments, and neil assumes he's not going to get an answer but then—

"last time you left, you barely made it back. do you really expect me to trust you now?"

oh, neil realizes. oh, he's afraid i won't come back

andrew looks like he wants to drop the subject, so neil doesn't bring it up again, choosing to rant about his Intro to Stats teacher instead

but he doesn't forget. and he starts noticing how other couples leave one another

matt and dan kiss or hug, nicky and erik say "i love you," aaron and katelyn squeeze each other's hands and look into each other's eyes

it's all very... comforting. reassuring. and neil realizes that that's exactly what he needs to do. he needs to make sure that andrew doesn't forget that neil would never leave him again, not on purpose

so he thinks and thinks and thinks

(he quickly learns that paying attention in his Sports Medicine class is a lot less interesting than thinking about andrew)

neil knows that andrew wouldn't want showy affection with lingering kisses and they haven't really gotten to the "i love you" stage yet, so he needs to figure out a compromise

and then on a cloudy monday morning, the perfect solution hits him

he and matt study together almost every thursday, so 3 days later, they have a plan to head over the library to do some homework

so matt comes up to the monsters' room where neil and andrew are to tell neil that it's time to go

neil hops up from his place curled under andrew's arm on the sofa and goes around collecting his stuff — as usual

and andrew's shoulders begin coiling up with near-unnoticeable tension — as usual

this time though, instead of walking out the door directly, neil pauses in front of andrew and sets down his books on the coffee table near the sofa

and before andrew or matt can react, neil does it

he reaches over, gently cups andrew's face in his hands, and kisses him on the nose

it's feather-light and short, but andrew freezes, his face more expressive than he usually shows, eyes wide

neil gives him a small smile shit shit shit andrew's heart is beating so fast, come on andrew get a hold of yourself say something do something and then he picks up the books delicately and leaves with a gobsmacked matt

andrew doesn't really know what to do with himself and just sits there until kevin arrives 5 minutes later and asks why andrew is so red, if he's okay, does he has a fever, can he still play exy?

andrew shakes out of his stupor, stomps over to his room, and flops helplessly on his bed to be very gay

(this is how neil finds him 1.5 hours later. he tries (and fails) not to laugh. andrew gives him a bruising kiss to shut him up)

it becomes habit though. neil treating andrew like he's something precious, holding his face so reverently, kissing his nose softly

and andrew doesn't know what to do with himself. every single time

but it's okay, he thinks. because while goodbyes might sound permanent, kisses are a promise that the other will come back