#!!!!!!!!! stop being so fucking cute you idiot!!!!!!!!! *pokes his cheek just to be a little shit* *kisses it just after*

[cherryblossom-chopper]

》Pages Upon Pages《

Content: Usopp Fluff. Ambiguous Reader. Confessions. God this is way longer than I meant it to be.

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"Come on, Usopp," Nami prodded, poking his cheek with her finger, "I know you're lying to me." She was torn between a grin and an agitated pout.

"That's my whole schtick," Usopp scoffed, ignoring Nami's poking. His arms were firmly crossed over his broad chest. He yelped when the navigator pinched his skin.

"Watching the two of you dance around each other is getting old," Nami informed her friend, "Just confess to (Name) already so Sanji and I don't have to watch."

For a moment, Usopp swore he had stopped breathing. "I have nothing to confess," he insisted, looking away. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he told himself it was just the heat from the sun.

"You look at them like they’re the sun, the moon, and all stars," Nami crossed her arms over her chest, paralleling Usopp's posture. Her eyebrow raised, unimpressed with his antics.

"I do not! How could you even accuse me of that?" Usopp gasped, “You’re slandering me!”

Rolling her eyes, Nami opened her mouth to give him a retort when (Name) came striding up to them. Nami's frown turned into a smirk as her friend went rigid.

"Usopp, I need your help," (Name) proclaimed, fidgeting with an object in their hands. They looked at him with soft doe eyes as they held up a broken wristwatch, "Can you fix it?"

"Hm, I don't know, (Name)," Usopp teased, dramatically inspecting the watch, "How'd you break it?"

"I tried to break up Zoro and Sanji's fight," they said sheepishly, rubbing the back of their neck, "Again."

Usopp sighed and put the watch in his pocket. "Yeah, I can fix it for you," he offered (Name) a lopsided smile.

They beamed up at him and clasped his hand with both of theirs. "Thank you, Usopp!" (Name) gave his hand a squeeze.

They lingered there for a moment before (Name) let go. They waved to Nami before disappearing past the Thousands Sunny's orchard.

Usopp stayed staring at the spot they’d just been, until Nami elbowed him in the ribs. When he glared at her, Usopp was met with a shit-eating grin.

"Say it," Nami goaded, her smile widened at Usopp's flushed expression. (Name)’s perfect timing was the icing on the cake.

"Okay, fine," Usopp threw his hands up in surrender, "They’re perfect, and I want to kiss them all the time, and yeah, maybe I daydream about us being together. So what?"

Nami groaned, "(Name)'s into you too, idiot. Have you seen the way they look at you?"

Usopp covered his mouth as a giddy smile painted his face. His heart beat hard into his chest, and his stomach clenched. (Name) was a little shy around him, but they were shy around everyone. "What makes me so special?" he asked Nami.

"That's literally the point of confessing, finding out why you’re special" Nami said, clapping his back, "Get to it before someone else does."

"Someone else?" Usopp implored. Bile felt like it was going to rise in his throat.

"You know how Sanji is. Besides, (Name) is cute and innocent-looking; anyone would try to snap them up," Nami shrugged, sending a sideways smile his way.

"Oh fuck off," Usopp groaned, "You're not going to get me jealous over someone who's not even my partner."

"Then we’ll go to a club on the next island, and you can find out if they come back with me," Nami countered, a hand placed on her hip.

"That's not funny, Nami," Usopp grunted, glaring at her. A wave of jealousy swelled in his stomach.

"It is funny," she replied, barely containing her laughter, "The look on your face is to die for."

"Fine, fine, if it gets you to stop, I'll do it," Usopp acquiesced, rubbing his face with his palms.

"Finally, just put us out of our misery already," Nami groaned, smirking at him.

~~~

Another balled-up piece of paper bounced off the side of the trash bin. Usopp swore and picked up. Frowning, he looked down at the dozen or so similar crunched paper balls already in the trash. The setting sun shone through the fish tank, filling the room with golden orange hues.

"This is so stupid," he muttered, dropping the failed love note into the trash. He'd worn down the eraser on his pencil before switching to a pen, all while trying to pour his heart out on paper. Usopp must've sat by the aquarium for hours to ensure each word was perfect.

"What's stupid?"

The voice behind him nearly made Usopp jump out of his skin. "Gods, (Name)," he clutched his chest, "Don't sneak up on me like that."

They giggled and apologized. "You weren't at dinner, so I came to check on you," they explained, "Nami said you were working on an important project." (Name) began snooping around the lounge for his work.

"I've been here way longer than I thought," Usopp replied, anxiously watching them, "Sorry!"

"Don't be sorry," (Name) assured him, a sweet smile on their face, "This always happens when you work on something important."

Usopp inched closer toward the open notebook in an attempt to nonchalantly cover up the evidence of his inevitable confession. "Yeah- uh, sure, I guess I do get pretty invested in stuff," he said with words that came out strangled. Usopp coughed into his fist to try and cover it up.

"I've barely seen you all day," (Name) replied, "Show me what you've been working on." Their head tilted like a curious puppy.

"It's not done yet. I-I can't show you unfinished work," Usopp stammered, face flushed.

"Aw, come on," (Name) protested, "I hate it when you're not around; I've gotta see what's been taking up all of your time."

"This is a secret project," Usopp insisted, looking away, "I don't want you to see it until it's perfect."

"Hm, well, can I at least sit with you while you work?" They asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of their feet.

"I can't have any interruptions because even someone as great as me can have writer's block," Usopp deflected their cute gesture with his vibrato.

"Hm, so it's a writing project. What could it be?" (Name) wondered out loud, wandering over to the towering bookshelf, "Are you writing your will?"

A grin crept onto his cheeks as Usopp plopped back on the couch. His hands grasped the notebook he’d been scribbling in tightly. "Yeah, sure. You and Nami are getting all of my worldly possessions," he muses, putting pen back to paper.

(Name)'s fingers trailed a book's spine, "Then it must be a memoir of your great adventures, embellishments and all."

"I do want to write one of those," Usopp hummed, his eyes wandering from the page to (Name), who was still inspecting the bookshelf.

They paused when her fingers touched one of Nami's romance novellas. "Usopp," (Name) said softly, "Are you writing a love letter?"

Usopp nearly choked. "M-me?" he waved his hand in front of his face, "I would never. I'm not that big of a sap."

"You can't lie to me," (Name) pointed an accusatory finger at him, "Who's it for? That Kaya girl, right?"

"What? No!" Usopp protested. He got to his feet when (Name) rushed up to him.

"Let me see it," (Name) jumped to grab the notebook that had been raised over Usopp's head, "You gotta let me read it before you send it."

"Get off me, damn it!" Usopp demanded as (Name) tried to climb on him to reach it, "Why do you even want to read it?"

"Because- erm," (Name) paused, "Because… I don't know; I'm nosey, I guess. It doesn't matter why; just let me see."

"It's not even a love letter to Kaya," Usopp huffed, stretching his arm farther out of their reach, "I haven't seen her in years!"

"Who else could you possibly be confessing to?" (Name) planted their hands on their hips, "Last I checked, you were obsessed with her."

Usopp scoffed, "I've never been obsessed with her. We're just friends." He tossed the notebook onto the couch behind him.

When (Name) dove for it, he grabbed their wrist. "Come on, Usopp," (Name) attempted to tug their hand free, "Let go."

"I can't let you read it," Usopp said, his face pulled into a piercing expression, "I'm not done writing it yet."

(Name)'s struggling stopped, and their hand went limp in his grasp. It was rare for them to see him look so stern. Their stomach sank, and the burn of tears stung the back of their eyes. This was real. A love confession was on his mind, and (Name) was out of time. They had lost their chance. "Sorry," (Name) murmured, "I didn't mean to overstep."

Letting them go, Usopp noted their expression. "Don't make that face. I'll give it to you when I'm done. I promise," Usopp said with furrowed brows. His heart squeezed at the defeated look.

"It's fine," they insisted, "Whoever you're giving it to is one lucky person. I hope they make you happy."

Panic set in as it dawned on Usopp. (Name) had no clue what was about his feelings. That dummy. That cute, loving dummy. Usopp's mouth dried when they breezed past him, heading toward the door. The overwhelming fear of losing them consumed him. And in an instant, his hand jut out to grab (Name) again.

"It's for you, damn it!" Usopp cried, his fingers curling around the fabric of their sleeve. He stared at them for a long moment. The silence made the air heavy. Usopp swallowed thickly before murmuring, "It's you. It's always been you."

"Don't say that if you don't mean it," (Name) withdrew from him, wringing their wrists. They broke his gaze in favor of the wooden floor.

Usopp hesitated before taking their hand. His grasp was gentle despite the callouses. "Look, (Name), I feel- Gods, this is embarrassing. Every time you walk into the room, all my focus is drawn to you. I've made it my mission to make you smile because it makes my heart burn in the best way," he confessed; his entire body ached when (Name) finally looked up at him. Usopp could feel the heat of a blush touching his cheeks and ears.

"I think I feel the same way," they offered him a shaky smile, "You kind of make my stomach hurt."

Usopp chuckled, "You make my stomach hurt too." His breath hitched when they squeezed his hand.

"What now?" (Name) asked, reluctantly pulling their hand out of his, "Maybe we could get dinner on the next island. Just you and me."

"Yeah, I'd like to have dinner with you," Usopp couldn't stop smiling. His heart thumped so hard he suspected his ribcage would break. His hands itched to caress (Name)’s face, slide them down to the small of their back, and lean in and kiss them. Like always, he hesitated and lost his chance.

Luffy was calling (Name)'s name for something less important than the current moment.

"I should probably go before he comes down here," they said with a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, probably," Usopp replied softly. He didn't want them to leave not so soon after spilling his guts, but what else was there to say? Sure, he could keep going on about how he was assuredly in love with (Name), about how every moment without them was pointless, or how he thought about this moment since the crew had been separated. Usopp opened his mouth to say something, anything, to keep (Name) from leaving.

They leaned up and pecked him on the cheek. "We'll talk later," (Name) promised before disappearing to answer the captain's call.

Usopp watched them with wide eyes. His fingers pressed against his warm cheek where their lips had been. A face-splitting grin broke out on his cheeks before he turned back to the long-forgotten notebook. All the pages in the trash and the scribbled-out words couldn't live up to his relief. Pages upon pages of his worries were dissipated with a single kiss.

Usopp nearly collapsed back into his seat. His entire body radiated with divine joy and anxious exhaustion; it was a similar sensation after surviving a battle. He let out a breathy laugh. "I guess Nami was right after all," he mused before returning to his notebook. Usopp had a dinner date to plan.

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[sluttymickey]

Ian's squishy cheeks 🥰

[skittlesfics]

name: just friends

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

word count: 873

summary: You didn't mind kissing Eddie, but it was a little weird how often it happened considering you were just friends

content/warnings: fluff, fem reader, eddie's kind of an idiot

author’s note: I'm back!! just something short to get me back into the habit of writing. feel free to send blurb/drabble requests :) This one's just cute and silly. there's a part two now!! -

For two people who were just friends, you and Eddie seemed to be finding yourselves in this position more and more.

He was stretched over you, body pressed close against yours, mouth pressing languid kisses up your throat. You gripped the fabric of his Hellfire shirt, eyes shut, head thrown back to give him more access. Your chest was tight, each breath coming in labored as he successfully riled you up. Neither of you were even high this time.

Eddie had been rolling some joints to sell at the Halloween party Friday and you had toed off your shoes and plopped down onto his bed, skirt briefly flaring around you with the force of your jump. That had been enough. Eddie had left his whole rolling tray on the floor and climbed into bed with you, pushing you down into his pillows without another word.

“Eddie…” You giggled as his lips hit a ticklish spot, reluctantly squirming away from him.

“That’s my name.” He agreed, following you in an attempt to find that spot again. You wrinkled your nose and turned your head to prevent him from tickling you again, jabbing him in the side when he wouldn’t stop.

“C’mon, Eddie, I hate being tickled.”

He listened, that time, flopping off of you. Before you could miss his presence, his hand was at your hip, tracing the band of your skirt in a way that sent a wave of warmth through your entire body. It wasn’t fair how easily the boy got to you.

“Sorry, sorry. Can’t help it when you squeal so cute.” He smiled through his apology, tilting his head to press a kiss to your hair. Everything just felt so natural with Eddie. Every touch, every kiss, every compliment. It came so easy.

“Don’t call me cute, Munson. Someone’s gonna think you like me.” You rolled to face him so that you were nose-to-nose and it was already a mistake because those big brown eyes were trained on your face and his gaze made you want to melt every fucking time.

He laughed, his breath fanning across your cheek with his closeness, but you didn’t mind. The sound made you smile and your heart fluttered in your chest.

“Everyone knows I like you already, silly thing. That’s why you’re my—” He broke off abruptly, eyes widening like something terrible just occurred to him.

“Eds?” You nudged his arm, brow knitting together in concern, “You good?”

He laughed, tilting his head forward and making his bangs tickle your forehead.

“I forgot to ask.” He shook his head, sounding a little crazed. Your eyebrows raised higher. You watched him, waiting.

“Ask?” You prompted when he said nothing. You poked him in the chest and he shook his head again, closing his eyes in disbelief.

“Two weeks ago, that night we got high alone. I was going to ask you out.”

It was your turn for your eyes to widen. You could feel the blush rising in your face. That was the first night that you and Eddie had made out on his bed. He’d been a little nervous before you smoked together, but Eddie was always a little erratic. When he’d kissed you, you’d just thought… You hadn’t really thought anything. He’d kissed you and you’d been wanting to kiss him for so long anything that you just went for it.

“Wait so this whole time…”

“You thought we were together?” “You thought we were just friends?”

You spoke simultaneously, the questions turning into a sort of delirious laughter as the realization set in.

“I thought maybe you didn’t do the relationship thing. I don’t know, I was just happy you were kissing me.” You admitted, rolling onto your back to cover your face with both hands.

Eddie was right behind you, rolling on top of you and taking both wrists in his hands.

“Hey, hey, I’m putting my heart on the line here, don’t run away.” He joked, pulling your hands away from your burning face.

You pouted up at him, but he was grinning so happily, you couldn’t help but to grin back, wrinkling your nose in annoyance at yourself for giving in.

“You still haven’t even asked.” It was a weak protest when he was already leaning in, and you were already eagerly awaiting the press of his lips on yours, but it was enough for him to stop centimeters away, his messy hair a thick curtain around your face.

“You’re right, guess I should fix that.”

“Guess so.”

He kissed you first. Softly, quickly, like he knew he shouldn’t but he was just so close and he couldn’t resist.

“Will you do me,” He asked, stealing a kiss between every other word, “the great honor,” another kiss, “of being my girlfriend?” He kissed you one more time before girlfriend and then pulled back to watch your face.

You couldn’t help but grin, even though you already knew it was coming. Even though you practically told him to ask you.

“Duh.” There was no grace in it, but Eddie didn’t seem to mind. He took your face between both hands and leaned down to kiss you properly, laughing slightly into the kiss as the realization hit him all over again.

[duskamethyst]

stranger danger.

a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, pwp

warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping

pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader

summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.

you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.

so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.

even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.

but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.

startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.

he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”

in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.

the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.

“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”

toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”

the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.

“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.

you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”

“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.

“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”

toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.

but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.

his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.

“get in front of the car.” he urges.

“huh? why?”

toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”

you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.

“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.

you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.

the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.

“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”

“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.

“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.

“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.

“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.

“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.

“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”

“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.

“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”

you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”

toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”

your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”

“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.

“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.

“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.

“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”

toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”

you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.

“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”

your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.

seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?

“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”

toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.

“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.

“no.” you answer meekly.

“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”

“then stop fucking around.”

without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.

“look at daddy.”

and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.

“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.

squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.

“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”

you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.

“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.

you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.

“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.

you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.

once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.

“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.

his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”

you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”

“get up. face the car.”

toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.

“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.

“i’m sor–”

“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”

toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.

“but that’s what you want, right?”

your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.

“mmh– s-so big–!”

“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.

“n-no– ah–!”

toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.

“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.

you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.

“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”

your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.

“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.

your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.

“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.

“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.

“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.

“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”

toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.

“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.

“fucking take it.”

toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.

“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.

“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.

“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.

“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.

“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.

“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.

“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”

“i’m gonna–”

toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.

as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.

“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.

you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.

“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.

and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.

toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.

he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.

“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”

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[harunayuuka2060]

Lucifer: *filling up the vase with water*

Lucifer: The reconstruction of Devildom has been finished earlier than expected.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: *looking at the face of the angel statue* *smiles* *kissing its forehead*

Satan: *entering his study, carrying some daisies in his hand* Ugh. Can you stop doing that every once in a while?

Lucifer: *glares at him* What is your problem?

Satan: I have nothing against the angel statue because it was MC before but... It's giving me chills when you're treating it like a real child.

Lucifer: *frowns* What if I am?

Satan: You don't understand because you were not the one suffering from it, but Mammon had just seen a silhouette of a woman walking in the attic, carrying a newborn baby.

Lucifer: *raises an eyebrow* It's just his imagination. It's too specific to be true.

Lucifer: And also, you shouldn't be blaming MC for something trivial.

Satan: I'm not blaming them— *his eyes widened*

Lucifer: What now?

*the angel statue turned its head at Satan and smiled*

Lucifer: *looks at the angel statue*

*the angel statue's head turned back to its place before he could see it*

Satan: *frightened* I'm... just leaving these daisies here.

Lucifer: Satan, don't be fucking rude and put them in the vase yourself.

Satan: Nope. I'm not gonna listen to you. *takes his leave*

Lucifer: *sigh*

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Diavolo: Lucifer, it seems like you're getting better.

Lucifer: What? Do you think I would lock myself in a room and cry?

Diavolo: Well, that's what you did last month. I'm glad that allowing you to have that angel statue has helped you in recovering.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: It is. It had helped me to find peace for some reason. Though my brothers don't think otherwise. Maybe except for Beel and Belphie who would occasionally asked to have a drink from the water in the vase.

Diavolo: *chuckles*

Barbatos: *enters the office* *smiling*

Diavolo and Lucifer: *looks at him with confusion*

Barbatos: Lucifer, I advise that you go home now.

Lucifer: What?

Diavolo: Is there something wrong, Barbatos? Why are you asking him to leave?

Barbatos: Nothing in particular. *but still smiling*

Lucifer: ...

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*In the House Of Lamentation*

Asmo: ... Levi, can you confirm if that's a real baby?

Levi: Wh-Why you're asking me?!

Asmo: You're near to it!

Mammon: C-Cowards! I'll do it myself!

Mammon: *slowly crawls to the baby*

Levi: You have fucking legs, you idiot.

Satan: Shh... Quiet, Levi.

Mammon: *pokes on the baby's cheek* ...

Belphie: Is it real?

Mammon: It is! *sitting properly and carefully holding the baby in his arms* Where did this cute, little baby came from? Hm?

Beel: Mammon just crawled on the floor.

Asmo: Right. You have germs on you. Give us the baby.

Mammon: What the—

Belphie: I'm surprised that they're not being bothered by the noise.

Lucifer: *who just got home* What's with all this commotion?

The brothers: Lucifer!

Satan: *frowns at him* How could you leave a baby alone in your study?

Lucifer: Baby? What are you talking about?

*the brothers showing them to him*

Mammon: This baby!

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: *walks closer to them* You idiots...*on the verge of crying*

Lucifer: Do you even know who this is?

The brothers: *confused*

Lucifer: *kissing the baby's forehead* This baby is MC. *cries*

MC: *starts crying*

Lilith: *watching them from a distance* *smiles as she disappears*

The brothers: *trying to calm Lucifer down so they could start shopping for baby supplies*

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Simeon, Raphael, and Michael: *found out about the news*

Simeon: Should we... visit the baby?

Raphael: *nods*

Michael: *chuckles* The question is, will Lucifer allow us?

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Theo: I hope you will have a great life ahead of you.

Theo: You stubborn child. *smiles*

[kookieswan]

Hey! How about a drabble with Handlebars Yoongi? It could be something like a guys hangout at the bar with Jk drunk talking about his girl problems and be like “man, you’re such a good listener” 🤡✊🏻

Handlebars - Intoxicated

Biker!Jungkook x Receptionist!Reader (f)

Word Count: 650+

Genre: Biker AU, Gang, AU, Humor because JK is a dumbass, some fluff and like a pinch of angst.

Warnings: Drinking/Alcohol Consumption! Jungkook is very, very drunk lolol

Summary: Yoongi didn’t think he’d be babysitting his drunk gang member at 4PM and yet…

Notes: Yoongi focused with appearances from other members! ❤️🌸 Thanks for requesting lovely 😊

Find the Handlebars Masterlist here!

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“A-and then she jus’ told me to get out! Can you believe that?!” Yoongi, in fact, could believe that. Anyone could really; Jungkook tends to be overly cocky with people he’s pursuing and it doesn’t always work out. Yoongi doesn’t know _____ well at all but he can’t blame the woman. Jungkook shifts in his still, nearly falling out of the seat as Yoongi quietly catches him.

They sit together at 13, Jungkook babbling on like an idiot while Yoongi quietly listens like usual. It’s quiet in the bar for the most part, early enough in the day that there aren’t many customers yet. Plus, this corner has been deemed Yoongi’s corner, and if anyone even tried to take his spot he’ll eat them alive.

He’s heard stories from not just Jungkook about this woman and JKs antics, but also from Hoseok. Jungkook fucking his bike up more often (on ours pose? He’ll never know), hanging around the mechanic shop like it’s his new home, finding any and every reason to be there. All because of a pretty receptionist he’s set his eyes on…

“Like come ON, I’m a fuckin catch, I know I am. Have you seen m-me? She acts li-like she hosted me but I KNOW she doesn’t!” Raising a brow, the smaller man says nothing and just nods his head. He’s seen Jungkook in every way; piss drunk, butt ass naked, you name it, he’s seen it. JK turns into a menace when he’s shit faced though, and right now, he’s fucking gone. He turns to Yoongi with big doe eyes, nearly looking innocent before the vulgar worlds leave his mouth.

“You’d fuck me right? I’m fuckable?!” A sigh escapes him as Jimin stops in front of them with a another drink hand, winking cutely before sliding it to Jungkook with a flourish. Minnie watches the younger man down it with a sly smile, poking his cheek before he walks away with a swing to his hips.

“I’d fuck you baby.” Jimin calls it back over his shoulder like a passing thought, Jungkook slamming the glass down on the table, cheeks red. Yoongi watches, slightly concerned, slightly amused as the youngest in their group waves his arms around wildly. And here he thought Hoseok was the dramatic one.

“See? Jimin would fuck me! But she won’t even give me the time o’ day… Maybe she’s intim-intimidated my by ripped bod. Or maybe… She hasn’t seen enough of it! That’s it!” A snort this time and a shake of the head, Yoongi raises his whisky up and takes a small sip of the burning liquid. The kid always gets a little out of sorts over being rejected but this… This is different. Wildly different. He’s never gone so far out of his way to get someone’s attention. It’s a curious thing.

Jungkook sniffs, eyes glazed over as he puts all his attention on Yoongi. The older waits silently with slightly widened eyes, allowing JK to collect his thoughts before he raises a hand up and pats Yoongi’s shoulder. Then his head. Then his cheek. His smile is so sincere that Yoongi can’t even begin to get annoyed.

“Thanks for talkin this out with me Yoon. You’re such a-a good buddy.” And then his lip wobbles and Yoongi’s mood shifts from acceptance to horrified in seconds. One tear leaves Jungkook’s large eyes, then another, and then Yoongi has a grown man curled up in his lap, sobbing like a baby. He pats JKs back gently, unsure of how to handle things.

Looking toward the others, he finds no form of help as Taehyung and Jimin stare back. Jimin’s giggling like it’s the funniest shit he’s ever seen, Tae trying very hard not to lose it in front of the customers. Looking back down, he tucks a small piece of hair behind Jungkook’s ear and sighs for the millionth time in the last hour.

“Shh… Don’t cry… I’m here…”

[zodiyack]

Niffler’s New Discovery

Requested by anon: May I request a the youngest Shelby sister x Newt Scamander story? The Shelby sister is nothing like her siblings. She’s shy, reads books like they’re oxygen, loves animals, and doesn’t drink, smoke, or anything like that. She doesn’t even swear, she’s so pure. She also loves his animals. And Tommy acts like her father but she loves her brother very much. Same as her other brothers. They find out she’s dating him and get all overprotective. Sorry if this is too specific. I just love the idea of a Shelby sister who’s nothing like her siblings. Because most of the Shelby reader fics always have them smoking and all that. Which they are fun to read, but it’s nice to see something different. Feel free to pick the Scenario. :)

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Female!Shelby!Innocent!Reader

Warnings: Swearing (not from reader ofc :)) slight suggestiveness (also not from reader), fluff, ✨m a g i c✨

Words: 1,303

Summary: (See Request...also I thought the gif was cute, so anon, I based it off the gif kinda)

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @marquelapage, @stuckysslag, @psychkunox​, @i-love-superhero​

Masterlist | Fantastic Beasts (AWTFT) Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

At first, they had no problem keeping their relationship hidden from her overly protective family, but the troublemaker Newt constantly had to chase down and return to his case was the thing that exposed them. The bloody Niffler just loved things that shined. Who could blame it though? It was it’s nature.

Just as it was the Shelby brothers nature to react the way they did. Violent, perhaps, but of their nature. Their possessive, over the top protective, shitty, big brother, nature.

And it all started, one late afternoon...

The older Shelby trio, not counting Ada with her age advance over John, returned home after a nice night out at the pub. Sure, the sun hadn’t set yet, but Pol wanted them to return home a little earlier today for a family meeting. The meeting included everyone, minus the innocent angel whom the Shelbys called their sister.

It was the perfect time to have Newt over. The perfect time to explore the secret world hidden inside his little brief case. If only they knew the pesky Niffler had been waiting.

“Are you sure they won’t suspect anything of my presence?” Newt hesitated, one foot hovering above the wooden flooring of Y/n’s bedroom, the other resting on the rooftop outside her window.

She ushered him in the rest of the way, making sure to lock her door after checking that no one was around. “Positive. Family meetings take a while, so we’re good on time. How about you? Are you sure this is good with the council?”

He had a guilt-ridden look across his face as he looked around. “There are some things the council doesn’t have to know.” A nervous laugh rumbled in his throat before he cleared it and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Uh huh... Well, just promise me that you won’t get into any serious trouble for this, alright Newton?” The blushing hufflepuff gave his lover a quick nod, as well as a smile in return for the little peck she placed upon his cheek, pinkening his skin further down his neck- it was no surprise that Newt was terribly new to receiving affection from anything other than his beasts that resided in his case.

“S-shall we be going?” He broke the tension, gesturing to the case in front of them.

“Boys.” Polly stopped the bickering that had started up between John and Tommy, her eyes drifting toward the ceiling, the trios’ following. “Your sister’s been awfully quiet.”

John cackled, “Oh no, maybe she snuck out, went to have a quick fuck with some guy off the streets, didn’t she Pol?” His rather sarcastic tone suggested his knowledge that the referenced behavior was most certainly unlike his little sister, but the immaturity of John Shelby simply couldn’t resist making a joke.

Polly, however, was in no mood for John’s incessant kidding. Her hand met the back of his head, a disapproving furrow of her brows telling him to stop talking. “I’m being serious, you idiot. It’s more quiet than usual.”

“And what about it, Pol?” Tommy spoke after taking a drag from his cigarette, an eyebrow quirked.

“If she really does have a boy up there, he better pray he’s out the window by the time we get up there.”

Tommy’s brow, lowered after asking Polly how she’d respond, lifted back once again. “There’s no God for him to pray to, Arthur. The boy is fucked, plain and simple.”

“In more ways than one.”

John’s childish cackles were hushed into silence, a slap sounding throughout the room prior to their ceasing. A hand rubbing the back of his head, John glared at his aunt, yet continued the discussion of what to do with Y/n nonetheless.

The past ten minutes had been spent trying to block off any and all exists for the pesky little Niffler. Each time it attempted to escape the bedroom, Y/n or Newt were quick to block it off. It amazed Y/n how many places the little creature could scurry off through. Unfortunately, with their wild-goose-chase, footsteps turned to stomps...well, really running, but downstairs it was more likely to sound aggressive, such as the hard thud of a Blinder’s boot on the floor of the Garrison.

It was inevitable; the possibility of being caught, but the fact seemed to slip their minds as they both tried to corner the Niffler, as well as capture it once more. Every shiny thing, ranging from jewelry to bullet casings, or things that caught her eye, made into décor (gifted from her brothers, as she would never touch a gun unless need be) were being stolen as the creature evaded capture.

Newt shot Y/n a sorry look each time one of her belongings were snatched up by the Niffler. It touched her heart, truly, it did, but now was not the time to swoon. Y/n froze as the Niffler wandered over to a bottle. Wine? Champagne? She didn’t know; Y/n never drank- the bottle was a gift from her sister in law, which she couldn’t turn down without upsetting her, so it soon became another...decoration.

Atop the bottle was shimmery, gold-like, wrapping. Of course it caught the mischievous little shine-thief’s eye. It pulled and pulled, Y/n and Newt made eye contact as the uneasy feeling in their guts mirrored, until POP!

The door broke open with a loud bang, Arthur standing confused before getting both a Niffler and a cork to the space between his brows. While Y/n flinched, Newt only looked away in shame.

“What. The. Literal. Fuck. Was. That?” John gapped. His usual remark would be to poke fun, but he too was in great shock, he couldn’t even think of anything humorous.

“A- ...A Niffler.” Newt stuttered. His rather shy demeanor was rarely common around Y/n, so she new he was slightly uncomfortable the second his hand lifted to itch the back of his neck as his eyes found interest in the floorboards.

“Did I fuckin’ ask you?” John narrowed his eyes at the timid wizard.

It was unusual for Y/n to get angry, but the unjustness of John’s attitude toward her lover didn’t sit well with her. “Leave him alone!”

Now there was more to be shocked about. “I- what?”

“You heard me, John. You, Arthur, and Thomas. Leave Newt alone. He didn’t mean for this to happen, so he shouldn’t be harassed by you three. Want to question him? Have Pol do it, but the second you come to my room and bully my lover is the second you cross the line.”

Tommy, amused, let out a little chuckle as he raised his eyebrows.

“Something funny to you, Thomas? ‘Cause I don’t think any of us are laughing.”

 “No, sister, nothing is of humor to me.” He muttered despite dawning a lopsided smirk. Tommy looked at his brothers and nodded his head toward the stairs before walking away. Although he was leaving, he never said he wouldn’t poke at the boy some more. Now just wasn’t worth it; he was already shaking in his boots as it is.

“Tommy- where- where’re you goin’?” John did a double take, following shortly after.

Arthur rubbed the red spot where he’d been nailed by the creature and it’s new favorite possession, proved by it cuddling the cork close to it’s body on the floor where it had landed after hitting Arthur. He excused himself politely before walking in the same direction as his brothers, still rubbing at his soon-to-be-bruising injury all the way down.

Newt took the opportunity to grab the niffler and tickle Y/n’s possessions from his tummy before running over and tucking him in the case. The anger faded from Y/n’s eyes as she watched her lover. “It looks as though the Niffler has discovered something new.” Newt chuckled lightly, easing up slowly.

“New indeed.”

[eddiemunsonsimpp]

Love at first Reconnect | Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader | Part Three

third and final part to this little miniseries!! as always feedback is much appreciated 🖤 enjoy ily muah

Warnings - 🌿 ment

Tags - FLUFF, banter, Mutual pining, cute shit

Wc - 1.7k

Masterlist

Part one | Part Two

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Eddie let out an exasperated huff, dropping his pencil onto the papers sprawled in front of him. He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes.

“If I study any longer, I think I’m actually gonna die.”

You toss your head back in a short laugh.

“Oh, c’mon! One more page and then we can go smoke.” You poke his side with your elbow, eliciting a groan out of him. You lean over his shoulder to glance at the page, being met with illegible writing and random doodles along the bottom of the page. You sigh out in a soft hum, plucking the page from in front of him as your eyes skimmed over the problems.

“Okay, it’s just Shakespeare, Eds. Did you read over the syllabus? Or… any of the notes I wrote you?”

He seemingly ignored your question, posing his own.

“Why do they talk like that? Like, who the fresh fuck talks like that?”

You giggle and shrug. “I dunno, old English idiots, I guess?” You glanced back to the page.

“Okay, so, she’s asking for an analysis on Macbeth. Specifically, what the main themes of the play are. Did you read it?” Eddie nodded through a yawn. “So,” you drawled, “what are some of the main themes?”

Silence.

“Eddie.” Annoyance rang in your voice.

“I don’t know!” He matched your frustration, leaning back on the bed with a huff.

“Am I going to have to do all of your work myself?”

“Probably.”

“Would smoking make you at least a little more open to working with me on this?”

He sat up immediately, drawing a small giggle out of you.

The two of you sat cross legged on his bed, passing a joint back and forth.

“Name me at least one main theme from Macbeth.” You spoke suddenly. Eddie rolled his eyes deeply. “C’mon, Eds! This is part of your passing grade to graduate.”

He took a harsh drag and passed it back to you. “Fucking, uhhh-“ He mumbled as he reached around in his head for an answer.

“Loyalty..” He started. You nodded with a reassuring ‘mhm’. “What else?” He shook his head with a sigh.

“I’m not answering them for you, Eddie. You have to know this stuff if you wanna pass English Lit.”

“Loyalty, guilt, innocence?”

You clapped your hands together with a squeal.

“Holy shit! Yes!” You cheered. His cheeks flushed pink as he beamed at you.

“What’s the fourth one?” You encouraged.

He fell silent, eyebrows furrowed as if lost in thought.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek.

“You know what? You got the first three. That’s good enough for now.”

“Does that mean we can stop for the day?”

“Yes, that means we can stop the for the day.” You replied with a wry laugh.

“So, now what should we do?” Eddie asked as you tidied the slew of papers, pencils and highlighters off of the bed. You shrugged.

“We could go to Benny’s for dinner?”

“Bold of you to assume I have money.”

“Aren’t you literally a drug dealer?”

He stayed silent for a moment.

“…You spend your drug money on more drugs, don’t you?”

“Hey, now, not any drugs! Specifically that Purple Punch you’ve been enjoying and getting knocked on your ass with!” You laughed brightly.

“Alright, so, not Benny’s. We could just watch a movie like usual?”

“Or we could go hang out and smoke at Skull Rock?”

You blinked up at him, bewildered.

“Skull Rock? Really?”

“What? It’s a nice spot!”

“Yeah, where everyone from school goes to jump each other’s bones!” He chuckled.

“Okayy, not Skull Rock.”

You two sat in a blanket of silence as you pondered for ideas of what to do.

Eventually, you rolled over onto your stomach, looking up at Eddie from the edge of the bed.

“What’s Hellfire’s current campaign about?”

He appeared taken aback.

“You’re… interested in my campaign?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you. You nodded and beamed up at him. “Dustin never really tells me any of the details, usually just cusses you out for,” You hold up your fingers in quotation marks, “‘Being too stern of a DM’?” He grinned and laughed.

As Eddie went on to tell you the full plan of his current campaign, you felt your chest heave. A bright, toothy smile overtook his features as he gestured widely with his hands, giving you nearly every detail you needed to know. He was so genuinely passionate about his campaigns, that much you could tell. And, from what your brother had told you, he was an incredible DM. You couldn’t help but return his same goofy smile as butterflies pranced around in your belly, no matter how hard you tried to ignore them. Obviously, having feelings for your childhood best friend was, in no way, your plan. You had never felt like this toward Eddie. You decided, regretfully, Steve and Robin were right. You did like Eddie. A lot, at that.

As he finished his spiel about his campaign, he looked at you almost expecting to laugh in his face. Instead, you continued to beam up at him. “That’s really fucking cool, Eds.” You spoke softly. You could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks flush. “Y’know…” You started, “After Freshman year, I really didn’t know if we would ever reconnect. And it sucked, a lot.

I missed this.” I missed you.

“I missed this a lot, Eddie.” His face softened and this time, unmistakably blushed, and he nodded. “I missed this a lot, too.” He returned your soft tone. Your heart rattled in your throat as the two of you stared at each other. It was your turn to blush, breaking the eye contact and dragging your fingers through your hair. You cleared your throat and sat up on the bed. You went to speak, but not before he sheepishly cut you off.

“Uh, listen… I, uh, I hope I’m not… severely misreading this and I’m fucking praying to something I don’t fuck this up, but, uh…” He scratched the back of his neck and ran his fingers through his hair. “I think…I think I like you. Like - a fucking lot.”

There it was.

Your lips parted, and you could feel your heart beat in your throat.

You liked your childhood best friend, and, by the grace of whatever, he did, too.

He must’ve taken your awestruck expression and silence as rejection as he cleared his throat. “Uh… shit. Uh, forget I said anything.” He played it off with a sad laugh as he went to stand. You grabbed his wrist instinctively and stared up at him. He looked at you quizzically.

“You mean it?” Your voice barely reached above a whisper. He nodded shyly. You wrapped your hand around his and closed the space between the two of you, connecting your lips softly. You trailed your fingers into his hair, pulling him impossibly close as you settled in his lap, like he would slip through your fingers any second. You two pulled away from each other just enough for your foreheads to rest against each other’s. You gazed deeply into his eyes and struggled to bite back a smile.

“I like you, too, Eddie. A fucking lot.” You rested your hands on his thighs.

“So, does this mean if I asked you on a date to the drive-in on Saturday?…” He trailed off, and you smiled brightly.

“Absolutely.”

And that was that. The beginning of a relationship that would surely ruin every other relationship you could ever be in for the rest of your life. Though, you hated to think you two would ever part, and so did he.

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“Son of a bitch!” Robin cussed as she reluctantly thrust a $20 bill into Steve’s hand. You rolled your eyes at the pair.

“At least now we don’t have to stand here and gag over their unrequited loving stares.” Steve pointed.

“No, you’re right. Now we get to stand here and gag over them being all over each other at every second of every day.” Robin retorted. You huffed. “Okay, guys, we aren’t that bad.”

They both shot you a glance suggesting otherwise.

“We’re not!” You defended in a small shriek.

“You are.”

“So are.”

You groaned.

“Please, I’ve had to deal with years of Steve pining over Tammy, then Nancy, then Heidi, Stacy-… Do I need to keep going?”

“Don’t forget Robin and Vickie.”

“Oh my god, absolutely.” Robin flipped you both the bird.

“The point is, I’ve dealt with both of your romantic bullshit and unrequited love stories for the past 2 years. You can deal with mine.”

Steve shot you a wry smile.

“We never said we weren’t happy for you, Henderson.”

“You’re just a very… unusual couple.” Robin chimed in.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean, how much do you two really have in common?” Steve suggested.

You stared at him blankly.

“Seriously?” You queried.

He nodded.

“I was the one who got him into Lord of the Rings! I was the one who brought him comic books and read them to him. I was the one who introduced him to Ozzy when we were in middle school!” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s almost like you two don’t know a thing about me!” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. You were the first nerd in your family, even though Dustin likes to take the credit-“

“HE LOVES TO TAKE THE CREDIT!” You huffed.

You three straightened up as you heard the bell ring, signaling someone had waltzed in. Your eyes landed on, of course, your new doting boyfriend. You broke out into a bright smile and hopped over the counter, rushing over to him. He returned your smile and held up a bag and a cup. “Lunch break?” He greeted. You looked at the clock, and then back to your friends, who were grinning at the two of you. Steve nodded. “Go ahead, we’ll try not to burn the place down while you’re gone.”

You shot him a toothy grin and leaned on your tippy toes, planting a small kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Let me grab my bag and clock out.” You grabbed your things and punched out at nearly record speed, practically skipping out the front of the store.

Steve and Robin looked at each other and chuckled.

“They’re actually kind of cute, you gotta admit.” Robin shrugged.

“…Yeah. Yeah, they really are.”

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☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

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Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

[h2bakugou]

Hiii! I would really like some real angsty/ real fluffiness with Bakugou basically where Class 1A does an embarrassing prank on s/o but they didn't know how she would react and they all end up regretting it and Bakugou Sweetly comforts her and just him being a complete softy to her (class apologizes and makes it up to her) (sorry this was so long)

a/n: hii! ooo this is really cute okokokkokok im- i love soft bakugou this is public knowledge

summary: a seemingly harmless prank played on you by a large number of students from your class lands you holed up in your room, leaving bakugou to clean up behind them to make things better.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a teeny bit of angst, mentions of body insecurities

word count: 1.4k

;cut for length;

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The prank. It was seemingly harmless, throw a few buckets of water on you, Bakugou’s girlfriend-an idea Kaminari and Sero came up with-to watch both his and your reaction.

And this prank grew into something much bigger. 

Now with nearly half the class in on it, you were nothing short of unexpecting as you walked beside Bakugou toward the front door of your dormitory.

You’d seen your classmates all standing around outside, and curious, you were ready to go and investigate with your boyfriend.

However, as you stepped outside and off of the porch, Bakugou was yanked away and what felt like the bottom of a storm cloud falling out, soaked you in water.

Soaked was an understatement, you were drenched. You stared in horror as your clothes stuck to your body, making you feel uncomfortable as your classmates laughed at you, only making you feel worse. 

Bakugou had to watch it, and now that the shock had set in, he rushed over to you, but you were already running back inside, leaving a trail of water behind you.

It didn’t help that you slipped along the way, landing and busting your lip as you groaned in pain, forcing yourself off the ground to make it back to your dorm.

You were horrified. Thankfully, you’d left your phone inside, but there was still shame to be felt.

Not only had you been drowned by buckets of water, but your hair had also been drenched and ruined, your clothes stuck to every crevice of your body, making you feel uncomfortable, exposed, and self-conscious of your insecurities.

Any makeup that you had put on had run down your face, you were too scared to even look in the mirror.

Your face ached from your fall, but you tried to ignore it as you hid in your room, standing in your bathroom, trying to peel your wet clothes off to change.

“What the fuck?!” Bakugou shouted, yanking himself back away from Kaminari who had pulled him out of the way of the several water buckets positioned above the awning of the porch which had been pulled down to soak you in water.

“Hey, hey relax! It was just a prank!” Kaminari tried to laugh it off, but with Bakugou grabbing him by the collar, his palm sparking, Kaminari was beginning to fear for the next moments of his life.

“Like shit it was! Who’s idea was this? Was it fuckin’ yours?” Bakugou glared at the yellow-blonde as he nodded hesitantly, not even bothering to loop Sero into this madness.

“It was! It was supposed to just be a harmless prank! We didn’t think she’d blow it out of proportion!” Kaminari tried to defend himself and his classmates. 

Bakugou knew deep down, it was meant to be harmless. And that accusing Kaminari was just his anger’s way of handling things. But to hear him accuse you, of reacting the wrong way.

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth. It’s not her fault at all. You better fuckin’ fix this.” Bakugou tossed Kaminari to the ground, leaving to head back inside, sending a narrow glare at the silent peers that stood outside, mortified that Bakugou would say something to them next.

“Maybe this was a bad idea.” Mina bit the inside of her cheek, glancing over to Sero, the one who had approached her about the idea.

“You think?” Kirishima sighed, shaking his head. He knew just by standing there he’d let both you and Bakugou down.

“We need to apologize.” Kirishima was the one who broke the unsettling aura first, taking the first steps to initiate some sort of apology to mend what had been broken.

As Bakugou made his way up to your dorm, he noticed the significantly body-shaped water spot that had already begun to dry in some spots on the floor. He was now worried you’d injured yourself.

And as he rushed to your dorm even faster, he didn’t even bother to knock.

Twisting the knob and opening the door to your room, he noticed how dark it was inside. No lights on to signify that you were even there. The curtains had been closed, blocking out any light, but with just enough light from the hall, he could make out the shape of someone huddled under piles of blankets.

Listening closely, he could hear your whimpers, your cries. 

Shutting the door behind him, he walked over to you carefully, reaching to nudge wherever your arm my be.

“Hey-”

“Go away.” You sobbed, turning away from him. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to stop crying, but the tears continued to flow.

“I don’t want to see you right now, I’m the fucking joke, I get it! You don’t have to come here and rub it in or praise your friends just because you’re so close to me-”

A warm feeling invaded your blanket fortress as Bakugou crawled under your covers, wrapping his arms around you as he trapped you in his grasp.

“You really think I was in on this idiot?” Bakugou whispered, resting his head against your back. Your eyes shot open wide and your body turned to face him.

“Y-you weren’t?” You spoke softly, now feeling bad for accusing him. Bakugou sighed and pulled you in closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you okay?” Bakugou whispered, a hand tucking a few semi-dried strands of your hair behind your ear.

“I feel like shit.” You lay your head into Bakugou’s chest, closing your eyes.

“Had I known I would’ve stopped it before it happened. They’re a bunch of dumbasses.” Bakugou hugged you as you snaked your arms around him.

“I’m sorry for being mad at you.” 

“Don’t apologize. You’re upset. You can feel upset. If it helps to take it out on me, I’ll tough it out.” Bakugou smirks.

“I’m your big and strong boyfriend after all.” His comment makes you giggle.

“Says the one cuddling me like a teddy bear.” You tease the blonde as he snuggles into your neck, placing little kisses along your cool skin.

You had been freezing cold from the water and the cool air, covering up under a plethora of blankets to warm yourself up tied in with wanting to hide away from the world.

“Can we stay like this, for a while?” You asked quietly, snuggling into Bakugou’s warmth.

“Mhm.” Bakugou replied lazily, taking the time to enjoy this time with you. He knew you didn’t want to talk about what happened, and you were okay with that.

After a little while and after taking a short nap, you were up and ready to head back out to grab a little bite to eat.

When Bakugou turned one of your lights on, it was then that he saw the large bruise on your bottom lip.

“What happened to your lip?” Bakugou was concerned, cupping your face in his hands as his thumbs poked around at your lip.

“Ow! I slipped and busted it-” 

“Those-”

“It’s fine. It’ll heal. I just need to get some ointment for it.” You sighed, leaning over to delicately kiss Bakugou’s hand.

Bakugou sighed and leaned to press a gentle kiss to your lips, just barely touching his to yours in fear of hurting your lip even more.

When you made it downstairs to the common room, you were shocked to see the pranksters sitting still and silent in some weird formation, their heads lifting when they spotted you and Bakugou.

“Can we talk for a moment?” Kirishima asked loudly, the two of you stopping to see what they wanted.

“What?” Bakugou asked angrily.

“We’d like to apologize.” Kirishima started.

“It was our idea, to prank you, (Y/n). And It was a really dumb idea. we’re very sorry.” Kaminari and Sero were the first to apologize.

“And we’re sorry for embarrassing you.” Mina and Kirishima apologized for the remainder of the students who sat there. You glanced at Bakugou before sighing.

“Thank you, for the apologies. I know your intentions were pure, but please let’s try pranks that don’t involve water buckets.” You tried to ease the mood. Sero and Kaminari were already back to planning.

“I’m sorry for yelling at all of you. But don’t fuckin’ pull this shit again.” Bakugou yelled, before grumbling something back toward the kitchen.

“I’m really sorry.” Kirishima said to you personally.

“It’s okay. I forgive you, I forgive all of you.” You spoke up a bit louder. Kirishima hugged you.

“But we aren’t even.” You smirked.

“P-prank war?” Kirishima stuttered.

“Prank war.” Your eyebrows narrowed.

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to random ,poking‘ on the nose

warnings: strong language, suggestive, smut, violence, dominance

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

„Didn’t I say stay at home when there’s alarm?“

You roll with your eyes while picking up more herbs from the garden. Sensing the big wolf behind you becoming restless makes you smirk mischievously.

You bend down to pick up a flower when you can feel a warm and wet snout tickling your (in comparison) small face.

„Hong Joong! Stop haha.“ You’re giggling profusely while the wolf doesn’t stop until you are on the ground with him on top of you licking your face.

„You won’t listen to me so there’s punishment.“

„Noo, wait! Pl - please...“ After a while your mate finally stops and you try to catch your breath again. Leaning up on your arms a little bit you watch the big eyes of the wolf interested.

With a small smile you ‚boop‘ his nose and laugh. The wolf sneezes and shakes his head to lick you all over the face.

„Ew, Hong Joong!“

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

„Stop following me around!“

The wolf behind you doesn’t stop when you shout at him per mind link. Everyone knew that Park Seong Hwa was head over heels for you. Well, he was your mate after all...

But, you didn’t want to be mated so early. You wanted to see the world first and liked to have your space and freedom. Seong Hwa‘a attitude on the other hand screamed „let’s build a family and live in a house and visit our parents every weekend so our children can play and...“.

He didn’t say this but he gave of the attitude.

Anyways, after telling the boy you needed a week for yourself first - which he respected - the urge to see you and be close to his mate grew inexorable after seven days passed.

No matter if in your wolf or as a human Seong Hwa followed you everywhere. Even now very early at your morning run.

You stopped in your tracks after a few attempts of shaking off the wolf. „Ok, listen. I want to be along right now... understood?“

Seong Hwa tilts his head at your statement and huffs out not agreeing with it.

„I - I just want to make sure you’re ok...“

When his head starts to hang your wolf ushers you to react to his cuteness. His heartwarming words make you take a step to him and you touch his snout with your own.

Seong Hwa seems to purr at the contact and his eyes shine at you with happiness. „Shit, I don’t think I can be angry with you...“

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j e o n g y u n h o

„You look like a bunny.“ He says when you look up to him from the ground and he places the tip of his index lightly on your nose.

A frown develops on your face while you watch how the smirk on Yun Ho‘s face only brightens.

„Mhh - mhg.“

„Ah, yes...“ Yun Ho‘s hips buckle and with a light push he grabs the back of your head holding you still. You can feel the liquid filling up your mouth while butterflies and lust roam your body.

With a bop Yun Ho let’s go of your hair and breaths hard while you’re looking like a mess kneeing on the ground. His gaze drifts to your slip where he can see the wetness from your neediness.

„I should take care of that, right?“

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k a n g y e o s a n g

„You have such a cute nose...“ Yeo Sang eyes you suspiciously and puts down the book he was currently reading.

„Stop embarrassing me.“ You pout at his answer but seem to smile anyways while admiring his beauty.

Other students are watching the two of you being completely head over heels for the young couple of their prestigious school.

„I don’t get why she’s with him. He’s a dick.“

Some of the girls and boys turn around shock evident on their faces. „He’s Kang Yeo Sang. And (y/l/n) (y/n) the only girl that can warm his heart of ice. It’s so romantic!“ Girls are squeaking at the sight of you still talking while Yeo Sang pretends to read his book.

He’s listening to you of course. You’re his beloved mate and always shining like a star in his seemingly dark world.

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c h o i s a n

You’re pushing the boy on the bed with a little to much force. Straddling his waist you make sure he gets rid of his shirt and stop yourself from drooling when you see his abs.

„God damn, you’re hot Choi San!“

He frowns at you and smirks while grabbing your waist. „Like this is a secret.“

You start to kiss upwards from his hips while listening to the sweet little moans he gives you. His head is tilted back and eyes closed completely in the bliss of your touches.

Suddenly he flinches when you bop his nose and kiss his soft and slightly opened lips. „The coolest Choi San... proud first wolf of the guards... letting out so cute noses when his mate is touching him.“

You cannot stop the giggle the escapes while San realizes what you just said to him. With a harsh tug he turns you over and pins your hands over your head on the cushion. His eyes turn into a golden color and he leans down to breath your scent in.

„You know my secret. Let’s see what sounds you make when you can’t walk anymore.“

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„Okay guys! That’s enough for today.“ Everyone claps at Min Gi‘s words and his nose easily catches your scent when the wind turns.

You jog to him happily while he gets rid of his shirt to get ready for a shower after the hard training. „Oh, wait. Baby I am so sweaty...“ You pout and get on your tiptoes motioning for him to take you into his embrace.

A huge and goofy smile appears on the strong wolf‘s face while he enjoys the scent you’re giving off and the feeling of your skin on his.

„Did you already take a run, princess?“

„No, that’s why I am here. We could go to the lake y‘know?“ You bite your lips at the suggestion leaving Min Gi furrow his eyebrows at you.

Suddenly he kisses the tip of your nose to which your cheeks heat up immediately. You quickly find the ground really interesting when Min Gi moves your head up by placing his index under your chin.

„You’re so cute, (y/n)... then come on!“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

„You fucking idiot!“ With a strong push your fist lands on Woo Young‘s nose to which the boy yells out and angrily changes into his wolf.

You follow soon after and the much bigger wolf starts to circle your form while some of your teachers stand in the back watching the scene on the field bored.

„How dare you hurt my precious nose?!“ Woo Young launches at you but you’re quick to jump away.

„You shouldn’t stick your nose into things that aren’t your business!“

The wolf growls at you and eyes you down while his canines flash angrily.

„Not my business?“ He emphasizes every word while taking more steps to your form.

„Every female in this pack is my business. You are my business!“

„Oh shut the fuck up.“

„Oh god, hopefully they won’t become mates.“ An elderly woman turns around to laugh at the others. „I think our alpha could need some excitement.“

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c h o i j o n g h o

You were a human. Well, technically you always believed so. It was the moment Jong Ho couldn’t hold himself back in the forest when you already spotted him.

Carefully reaching out of the bushes he howled to show you he wasn’t anything of a threat. You on the other hand were like glued to the ground watching the enormous wolf with big eyes.

Jong Ho couldn’t hold himself back to reach your form and nuzzle his snout in your neck although feeling your distress and fear.

Mate. He found his mate.

He sat down in front of you waiting for any reaction and frowned when you didn’t do anything.

„You won’t go right? You want to be petted?“

Jong Ho understands that you’re probably not aware... he is sad but also relived when you start to caress his fur and ears and has to suppress his purr when lay your palm flat on his snout and let him breath and feel the touch of your skin.

You start to smile when the wolf becomes impatient and rolls his head in the way you’re back to having him in your arms and stroking wherever you’re able to.

„Good boy!“

„Mh, it’s a good start...“

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[360iris]

Poly!Draco Malfoy x Blaise Zabini x Ravenclaw!Reader Blurb

Content warning: A dash of smut and a drop of daddy kink

Blaise was never close with anyone from his house. Whether it be, because of their attitudes or underdeveloped ideologies, but he remained to himself. That is until he was paired with you during a potions lesson in your second year.

Even as a child, he was never one to laugh much, but you were intelligent and funny. The two of you instantly clicked.

After that day, he found himself seeking you out. Whether you were curled up outside under a tree reading or falling asleep during a divination lesson, he’d slip in beside you and happily listen to whatever thought crossed your beautiful mind.

He doesn’t waste his time speaking unless there’s something he actually wants to say, otherwise he’s silent.

With you he’s adoringly attentive; with others, he comes off as blatantly unimpressed.

You’re best friends and share your first kiss at the age of fourteen, but don’t start formally dating until your fifth year.

Lots of cuddling in comfortable silence or Blaise quietly listening to you complain about Professor Snape, while not taking his eyes off of his book.

“He marked down my essay by a whole letter because he claims the herb isn’t recognized by that specific name anymore! What an absolute tosser! Every year I gradually understand why he’s always alone! No one can suffer his company! The funny thing is that I was just starting to feel like he was a decent guy!” You vent, blood boiling just recalling the interaction.

“Y/N?” He exhales from above you, your face currently squished against his chest.

“Hm?” You respond, lifting your head to face him, before suddenly feeling his lips on your own. It was disorienting, and then wholly consuming. But right as you bring a hand up to clutch his jumper, he’s pulling away.

“Don’t talk about other men while you’re straddling me, love.” He replies, turning his attention back to the pages in front of him. Your mouth drops as the butterflies in your stomach do airplane maneuvers.

“Wha- Blaise!” You try to appeal but you can tell by the smirk on his lips that he’s not budging.

“Don’t be a brat; that was all you’re getting.”

Sixth year was when Blaise introduced you to Draco. You had seen the platinum blonde boy over a dozen of times during your years at Hogwarts, but had never actually spoken to him. You were one of the lucky few.

Blaise later informs you that the boy had a fall out with his usual gaggle of idiots and needed to be around more grounded individuals.

“So... you want me to suddenly be best-mates with Draco-fucking-Malfoy? I thought you couldn’t have cared less about him?”

To say you were confused, was a severe understatement.

“He wouldn’t have even gotten in this predicament if he hadn’t spent the majority of his time here, devoted to pissing everyone off.” You huff, collapsing onto Blaise’s assigned bed. He’d snuck you in here many times over the years.

“I know what I said, Y/N. Now I’m saying that I pulled a couple of strings and he’s going to be my roommate.” He drawls out, rolling his eyes at the socked foot playfully prodding his torso.

“It’s not up for discussion.” He states, grabbing ahold of your foot and utilizing it to make room between your legs.

His usually pristine, ironed slacks wrinkling as his knees dug into the duvet underneath you.

“So, in short: All I want to hear from those pretty, little lips of yours is a confirmation that you’ll be a good girl and behave when he gets here.” His hands gripped at your exposed thighs and your skirt, ever so slightly hiked up to reveal more of your soft skin.

Biting your lip to keep in a whimper, your attention switches to the source of a surprised sputter from the door.

“Oh! Um.. Zabini...” The boy’s pale face already becoming red and splotchy from embarrassment.

It took a while for Draco to adjust to his new company. Most likely due to the fact that, for the first time ever, he couldn’t control his peers. Neither of you cared about his status or his daddy’s money. He soon realized that there wasn’t a need to put on an act anymore.

Within a short span of time, he learned to stop bothering other students. Whenever he unnecessarily detoured to pester an underclassman on the way to a lesson, Blaise and yourself would simply keep walking. Ultimately leaving him by himself.

Naturally everyone noticed the drastic change in his demeanor, and while you did get questions from girls in your house asking why Malfoy was suddenly trailing after you and your boyfriend like a lost puppy, the school appreciated the loss of one of it’s primary bullies.

The most to least talkative in the trio: you, Draco and lastly Blaise.

Oldest to youngest: Blaise, you and Draco.

Draco wasn’t accustomed to people being as sarcastically playful with him as you are. Teasing him as much as Blaise would allow, before he pulls you away from the younger boy by the waistband of your skirt.

Riling him up was by far your favorite pastime.

As months went by, you noticed the bonds the boys were forming, even if Draco seemed oblivious to it.

“He’s growing on you.” You say in a sing-song manner after Draco heads off to his next class. You smile when Blaise pauses his quill mid-stroke.

“Don’t you have an assignment you should be completing?” Is all he responds but you don’t let up, poking him under the table with your shoe.

“I think he likes you, though he probably doesn’t even know it yet.” Switching your gaze onto your hand, inspecting your manicure. He’s not looking at you anyway, bracing himself on the table with his forearms and face turned away.

“Do you want to sleep with him?” You ask, crossing your arms and he jolts.

“Merlin, Y/N!”

“What it’s okay! I do too! He has a puppy-dog energy to him.” You respond nonchalantly and Blaise scrunches his face, clearly overwhelmed.

“Wha-“

“I’m admitting it, so that you can admit it and then we can move on to the next step!”

He inhales deeply and sits back in his chair. Clearly taking a second to collect his thoughts. “And what’s the next step?” He asks, one of his perfect brows arching.

“So you know how we’re dating?” You ask and he stares back at you blankly. 

“Yes, Y/N. I’m aware that we’re dating.” He replies dryly but you continue.

“Well, I know he likes you. I mean, I have functioning eyes! He’s so reliant on you, it’s really cute! Anyway! I noticed that he likes me too! When I’m around, he’s always looking at me. Like when I make a joke or put my hair up, or if I’m just reading! It’s the same way you look at me.” You excitedly ramble.

“And how do I look at you exactly?” He questions coolly.

“Like you love me. Like, you’re seeing me for who I really am, and you must like what you find because you don’t turn away. If anything, you stare harder.” You say tenderly, daring him to deny it but he doesn’t. He nods his head and brings a hand up to his mouth.

“So what do you want to do?” He finally asks and you smile.

You decide on testing how far Draco would let you treat him as if you both were dating him too.

For Blaise this meant speaking softer and sweeter. Wrapping his arm around the boy’s shoulder when they walked together in the halls.

As for yourself, you made a point of sitting closer to him. Brushing your exposed thigh against his hips or pressing your chest on his arm when reaching for something. You might even act as if you’re removing an eyelash from his cheek or tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

He got the most flustered with you. When you got close he always froze in place, holding his breath nervously as if you were a skittish butterfly.

“Aren’t you tired, dear?” You ask with a faux furrow in your brow, innocently batting your eyelashes.

“Wha- What do you mean?” He replies confused as you sit almost flush against him as he’s seated at the end of Blaise’s bed.

The eldest boy looking up from the book in his lap, legs crossed as he leans back against the headboard. Watching as you drag a hand through Draco’s hair. He’s silent and unmoving when the blonde boy turns to anxiously meet his gaze.

“Don’t you want to touch me, Draco? Aren’t you tired of just looking?” You’re caressing his cheek as you speak and you already know you have him looped around your finger because he already looks so desperate.

“Do you want to touch me, sweetheart?” You ask again, and he nods eagerly causing you to chuckle.

As you straddle him, you look up at your boyfriend. His stare is intense and you smirk. This was going to be fun.

“Draco, dear.” You purr, situating yourself on his lap.

“Hm?” He’s looking at you with such adoration, your smile widens. Lacing a hand into the hair at the base of his neck, you press a kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s see how much we can get away with before Daddy intervenes.”

[melo-yello]

✨Self-Care Day✨w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku HeadCanons💥🪨

Off Day

💥🪨 You’re hanging upside down on the couch in your shared apartment with a boyfriend on either side of you. Kiri’s hand in yours while Baku’s had one hand on your thigh and the other scrolling on his phone as some cartoon drones on the tv

💥🪨 This is not how you envisioned your first free weekend into the last two weeks going



💥🪨 You sigh loudly before poking out your bottom lip “Suki? Eiji? I’m bored.” you pout dramatically as you throw a hand onto your forehead before you continue “Can we do a self-care day?”

💥🪨 Baku just grunts in affirmation as he stretches before standing. Kiri just smiles “Of course, Pebble. Whatever you want.”

💥🪨 You pop up pecking both guys on the cheek as you bounce off to the kitchen with Kiri’s hand still in yours “Thanks you two are the best!I’ll make tea!!!”

💥🪨 “And don’t you forget it!” Bakugou smiles popping your soft ass as he follows behind most likely to micromanage

💥🪨 You three chat about your week not having much time outside of courses to really talk. Between studying, training, and hero work you guys just didn’t have a lot going of free time.

💥🪨Per usual you and Kiri really carry the conversation Baku only chiming in ever so often to offer up things that he hates

💥🪨 You pop up remembering one of for favorite parts of a good ole fashioned treat yo self day. The cute headbands for you and Kiri to push your hair out of your faces. You return with a pink bunny one, a brown Teddy Bear one, and a plain black headband. Baku takes the black and Kiri takes the bunny.

💥🪨 “How do I look, Peb?” Kiri smirks flexing to show his broad ass built ass frame after putting on his bunny headband. “Ridiculous.” “-ly Hawt!” You laugh correcting Baku

💥🪨 You film in absolute awe as your Manly bf’s pierce Suki’s ear with ease after the off handed joke you made sipping tea. Cue Baku voguing it up with pride and a freshly pierced ear. Bakugou is slightly leaner and a couple inches shorter but just as toned

💥🪨 “Suki, Eiji, you are too manly!” You hype your man up as you post the video to your IG story

💥🪨 It’s your turn now!! Kiri easily pierces your ears with a red stud in your right and an orange in your left. Adding a second set of holes right above your first ones

💥🪨 Next comes high quality and novelty animal face masks Bakugou buys online to compliment his vigorous skin care routine. It rivals half of the YouTube Beauty community’s

💥🪨 Niether of you have any idea of where he buys them or where he hides them for that matter. He stores them away so you guys can’t steal them when he’s not around. Bakugou allows you and Kiri to use his masks on special occasions tho

💥🪨 “Mr. and Mrs. Dumbass.” He smirks handing you a frog and Kiri a tiger. Earning him a playful jab from you and “A Thanks, Babe.” from the red head

💥🪨 You suggest nail 💅🏾 polish next and Kiri is automatically on board. “Oooooo can you make them Red, Babygirl? Because they’d be so manly!” Kiri beams bouncing up and down. Baku will only allow his middle fingers painted. “I want white with bombs or just F U. Whichever is easier for you, Teddy Bear.” Bakugou nods scrunching up his nose from behind his own red panda face mask.

💥🪨 Kirishima’s nails are a simple sparkly red that say 🤍BITE MANLY in white while Bakugou’s middle fingers are white with black bombs with an orange F U on each one respectively

💥🪨 After you peel off your masks, you and Kirishima squeal in nearly perfect sync “Oooooooooooo! Sooooo Soft! Aren’t we hawt, Bakubro! Seeeeeeeeeee!” Both of you placing his hand on your faces

💥🪨Bakugou will just roll his red eyes into the back of his head as you two wrap him in a tight embrace “I’ve told you idiots a thousand times the importance of regular skin care with quality products.” He shrugs nonchalantly even thought he loves when you two are touchie with him. He hates to admit it

💥🪨 As you begin to search you nail kit for your preferred color, Kiri grabs your hand and presses it to his cheek “Can we do yours, Pebble?” He pouts. Bakugou follows suit grabbing your other hand “Pretty please, Teddy?” He whines firmly pressing your hand to his heart.

💥🪨 You buckle so fast it’s not even funny. “Bbbbbbbut...😤😖😞fine.” You concede

💥🪨These two really know how to put on the charm. Especially if Bakugou Kasuki is calling you Teddy instead of Dumbass.

💥🪨 “Great! Y/n, pick out a show to watch before we start.” Baku barks handing you the remote. “Why?” You question snatching it and putting on Criminal Minds. Simply thrilled you were getting to pick (Typically there were mini competitions for such a privilege)

💥🪨 “You’re judging, Bighead. You can’t look til we’re done.” Kiri hums thoughtfully trying to pick a good color combination. Baku already had his colors hidden in his lap before scouting so his hip was against yours sure to obscure your view of your own hand from you.

💥🪨 “Yea, no bias. When I win it’ll because I’m the best! Isn’t that right, Shitty Hair!” The ash blonde smiles cockily at the red head across from him. “In your fucking dreams, Spark plug!” Kiri spits backs just taking all the colors and copying Bakugou’s positioning

💥🪨 “If either of you fuckers, get those polishes on my favorite jeans there’ll be hell to pay.” You warn with a sinister tone to rival even Katsuki’s and the widest smile. The boys shiver at the seriousness behind your smile. Your threat is far from empty

💥🪨 You pretty much figured your nails would probably look terrible with each of your vividly different boyfriends competing with each other. “What do you, dorks, even get for winning?” You muse leaning into Kiri’s broad ass shoulder

💥🪨 “The next date plans and solo cuddles with Teddy Bear for the rest of the night seems fair to me. Huh, Eijirou?” Baku looks up from his work with a self assured grin blowing one of your nails. Vermilion irises float from you to Kiri.

💥🪨 Knowing damn well niether of them could keep you their hands off you. “Deal.” Kiri nods without giving Baku the satisfaction of meeting his gaze.

💥🪨 “Oh and I get shitly painted nails.” You sigh rolling your eyes. You’d be lying if you didn’t find it kinda hawt when they got like this

💥🪨 “There.” Halfway through the 2nd episode Kiri says and finally caps his last polish. Blowing gently across the surface of your nails.

💥🪨 By this time Baku has placed your arm on his lower back and his head in your lap. A firm grip on your wrist so you couldn’t checkout his work until Kiri finished. Your fingers make light circles there despite being held hostage. “Bout time, slow poke.” Baku huffs releasing your arm as you brought both hands side by side.

💥🪨 They had somehow managed to pick colors that didn’t totally clash. Kiri’s hand were mix match rose gold and pink with the teeniest (not to mention even) little white hearts in the middle of each nail.

💥🪨 Baku’s hand was very simple and clean. Black French tips with one red to orange nail with a black X on top as an accent.

💥🪨 You weren’t expecting anything this good. You could barely speak. You hadn’t been this lost for words since they had asked you out. You sniffle a lil bit. Your eyes glass up a little too.

💥🪨 God your partners are so great sometimes. The fact that they genuinely gave a fuck still manages to catch you off guard at times. After so many terrible relationships, effort, in and of itself, is kinda baffling

💥🪨 “Damn Pebs, it’s not that bad if you squint.” Kiri laughs nervously squeezing your shoulders. “Woah there, Teddy Bear, I’ll get the remover.” Baku stands ruffling your curls before you grab his wrist stopping him in his tracks.

💥🪨 “Suki. Eiji. Don’t be mad but I can’t pick! You guys both did really good! Fuck! I couldn’t ask for better lovers. You assholes are so much better than I deserve!” You gush before hiding your face in your hands. A little ashamed you let your boyfriends doing something as simple as your nails make you emotional.

💥🪨 “But Baby you deserve the world.” Kirishima immediately scoops you into a bear hug as he stands spinning you with ease and peppering you in kisses. Kiri places you back down even more gently than picked you up

💥🪨 “Princess, you’re a bad bitch! Don’t you dare forget it!” The shorter ash blonde says unwaveringly lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. He softly bops your forehead before kissing it and both cheeks. He pulls you close right as he yanks you up to straddle his waist

💥🪨 “Eijirou, I think our Babygirl needs a reminder of who she is and who she’s with.” His already deep ruby eyes darken lustfully. With no hesitation Kiri is right behind you in seconds

💥🪨 “I know just thing to jog our Pebble’s memory, Katsuki.” He whispers licking the side of your neck just as moves to capture Katsuki’s lips with his own

💥🪨 “Promise?” You moan softly lacing fingers into Kiri’s loose kitchens and trailing a cool hand across Baku’s abdomen stopping only at his joggers waist band

💥🪨 With that the three head to the bed room for some much needed group physical therapy

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

⤷ chapter twenty three: seesaw

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Eerie. If there was one word to describe your current situation with Atsumu, that would exactly be the perfect term for it. As you sat across one another in a booth in a restaurant that Osamu apparently found for him (he says it’s the “best place” for the both of you to properly make up, you called it the “Osamu utters another bullshit” place), you find yourself unequipped of words to tell him, something you found odd considering you never had any dull or awkward moment with him. Well, at least not until our feelings got in the way, you thought, letting out a quiet sigh as you poked your food with the fork, completely aware of the stare that the blonde holds on you.

He fidgets in his seat, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to form his words because what else can he say aside from apologies (that he thinks are probably useless given that right after saying sorry, he finds another way to hurt you)? He doesn’t really have any other choice though so he takes a deep breath and begins his sentence, “YN, I’m really so-”

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence or I might just stab you with this,” you cut him off, waving the fork you were holding in his face, snickering at his wide eyes that was accompanied by a large gulp. You put it down and place your chin on your hand, leaning your head towards it as you stared him down (more like glare, in his perspective), “Just wanna let you know, this will be the last apology I’ll ever get and accept.”

Observing the confusion that became more and more evident in his face, you continue, “Because if you hurt me one more time, then that’s it. I’m really gonna cut off my ties with you because that just proves to me that everything about this,” you gesture towards you and him, “is not meant to be… as friends.”

Not even as soulmates. In a pathetic attempt to make everything seem like it’s fine, you grab the glass that was right by your arm; the harsh flow of cold water down your throat is not even close to beating the suffocation of the truth that dawned upon you. How ironic - everything is just a cycle that keeps on repeating over and over again yet for some reason, the agony remains all the same. It never gets less and if anything, becomes more to the point that it just torments you every single moment of your breath. Always so pathetic, YN, always.

“YN…” he trails off but you hold your hand up, letting him know that you were not yet finished.

“So, make sure that this is the last. You know we both deserve so much more than a friendship that keeps on pulling and pushing us. We weren’t like this before, Atsumu,” you state as a matter of fact, sadly smiling as he bowed his head down, “what happened to us?”

Deep down, you already knew the answer to your question. No matter how much you wanted to deny it, deny her entire existence, you can’t. Because that would mean denying Atsumu and the happiness he desires. Yet at the same time, you just can’t let go of him. 

“Yui happened,” he whispers, “I just… it’s inexcusable, the way I kept on pushing ya aside and hurting ya because of her… but I just… I thought she was her yanno? For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to meet my soulmate and Yui was just so bright and nice and I guess I got this hope in me that maybe she’s her… but she wasn’t and it’s so frustrating.” 

The disappointment and sadness in his face squeezed your heart that thumped against your chest, the longingness that had always resided within you struggling to get out and give him a hug. As he spilled his heart out to you, you couldn’t help the guilt that began spreading in your mind, he wasn’t the coward; you were. 

“It feels so frustrating to be so clueless every single time. I guess that’s why I took it out on ya, because I felt somewhat jealous that ya can see the threads and I can’t and for the rest of my life, I’ll be lost, wondering who my true soulmate is. And the fact that yer leaving me soon too… everything’s just so messy inside me, yanno? So I’m sorry for that, YN. I’m not excusing myself from the pain nor am I dismissing yer feelings but I hope ya understand where I’m coming from too,” he quietly speaks, fiddling with his fingers.

“Atsumu… I-”

“I said that but YN, I think I’m done waiting for my soulmate. I… I don’t want to seem selfish but… it has been too long of waiting… I’ve always tried to find them myself even though I don’t have abilities like yours. Thinking about it now, maybe they just don’t want to be found? Because if they did know me, wouldn’t they have told me right at the moment they met me? So, can’t you just cut off my thread please?”

And right at that moment, you felt your heart plummet down to the deepest and darkest abyss of your insides. He’s given up and you still can’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. I don’t want to give you up, please, not yet… You want to beg him; to just give you a little bit more time, a little bit more courage, a little bit more attention in hopes that he’ll see. Please, just look at me, look at me and you’ll find what you’ve been looking for, Tsum. 

But the desperation in his face reels you back to the reality that he doesn’t want you; he wants some other girl, someone who can never be you and you find your heart being engulfed with bitterness so you scoff and stand up, “This bullshit again? You’re making me lose my appetite and I am not about to have this conversation with you, Miya Atsumu. ”

He gapes at you, obviously surprised with the sudden change of mood. It was already going good a while ago but perhaps, it was the calm before the storm, ready to ruin the both of you, “YN! Wait up! Stop! Come back here!” 

He’s able to grab your wrist as soon as you get out of the restaurant, “Hey! Come on, I’m pretty sure the aftermath wouldn’t be that bad! Ya don’t need to be so uptight,” he pants. He never knew you can run that fast. But that’s totally not important at the moment because he can literally see steam coming out of your ears as you took a deep breath and turned around, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“Uptight?! I’m in no way being uptight right now, Miya Atsumu! What you’re asking is… is dumb… outrageous… or nonsensical… AND dangerous!” you screamed, stuttering out of disbelief as the lad only looked at you with amusement. He chuckled; as much as he didn’t want to, he found your little tantrum cute. Your head whipped once again to his direction upon hearing his laugh, “you’re laughing?! Do you think asking me to cut off your thread is funny? You’re fucking ridiculous! Do you even know the consequences? Do you have no care for your soulmate?”

The grin leaves his face as he watches your eyes start to slowly but surely well up with tears, “Did you invite me just for this? Is this all you think our friendship is for? Jokes? Or the fact that I’m a fucking Moira who can fix your soulmate issues? I’m supposed to be your best friend before anything else, am I not?”

“Wait, no, YN… you know that’s not-”

“Because if you do think that way, you wouldn’t have thought about this in the first place because you’d know how much I despise cutting someone’s thread - have you even tried to think of what your soulmate will think? What would happen if she finds her thread cut off? You think she’d laugh too? She’ll just wake up one day with her thread being black, not even knowing what hap-”

“But she’s not here!” he screams, head down before he looked up, rage swimming in his eyes that even up to now, you still love, “She’s not here. And you’ve never even tried helping me find her so what makes you think you have a say on whether or not I should give up on meeting her? I’ve always asked for your help, didn’t I? But what? Every single fucking time, you reject the idea of me meeting her like it’s a plaque that will kill you.”

That’s because she’s always been here, I’ve always been here, idiot… is what you want to say but the painful truth of his words stopped you from retaliating further.

“She can find a new soulmate too! Y/N… please, I’m 100% serious about wanting to do this,” by now, any joke and teasing were gone from his voice as he begged the girl in front of him. But you were even more stubborn than him so you shook your head and crossed your arms, remaining firm on your stand.

“No. Stop being selfish, Tsum. It’s not always about your ‘needs’ and ‘wants.’ Breaking the bond… is something we mustn’t do, as much as possible. You don’t want to do anything you’ll regret; I won’t let you,” you whispered, clutching sides of your skirt. Atsumu didn’t know what happened to him after that or why he stupidly chose to open his mouth again.

“You’re the one who’s being a selfish bitch, Y/N. Just because ya can’t find your soulmate and yer happiness, doesn’t mean we can’t too. You’re so needy that you can’t let us be happy without ya. I wonder what the gods thought when they gave you that power? Stupid gods, they can’t even do one thing right; giving it to a coward and a selfish bitch who can’t even cut her best friend’s thread for the sake of his happiness…” it was the crestfallen look plastered on your face that made him stop as soon as he saw it. Realization dawned upon him and immediately, he tried reaching out to you with his hand. 

Ah, I give up.

“It’s okay…” you choked, pulling back from him and taking a deep breath, no longer giving any effort to stop the tears that now freely flowed down your cheeks, “I understand. I’m sorry that I care for you then.”

He opens his mouth, ready to say yet another apology but he knows… he knows it was futile now. He watches you as you hastily wipe your cheeks from any tear stain but they kept on coming so you felt yourself get frustrated even more. Stop being so pathetic for once, YN, for god’s sake!

“You know, Atsumu? I always feel like we’re in a seesaw that just never stays balanced. It’s either one of us is on the top while the other’s down and it just… gets so fucking tiring trying to understand you.” You took a deep breath, pursing your lips as you finally felt the courage within you. It’s a little bit late for it to come, isn’t it?

“You want to know why I never told you about my soulmate’ Because I’ve found him a long fucking time ago. But he can’t even be honest to himself that he at least feels something for me. He chooses to be blind with all the possibilities we could have if he just chooses to cross the line, even for just a little bit… right? Cause be fucking honest, Atsumu, it doesn’t even matter if I told you or not. Either way, you’re never gonna love me the same way I’ve always loved you. It’s quite funny, honestly, I’ve never told you because I wanted you to love me, not because I’m your soulmate but because I was YN. But I never expected that it would be the very reason why I can’t have you… because I’m just YN.” You let out what seems like a laugh but the waver in your voice failed to deliver that.

“... So don’t tell me I’m needy and selfish because if I were, I would’ve told you the moment I met you that it was you. But I didn’t want to lose you, so I thought it was okay. I can deal with the pain if it meant I can keep you beside me and not risk anything…” you trail off, “... but I’m just… I’m done pretending I can keep being on this playground with you.”

You took out the red scissors that you’ve loathed so much, nearing it to your threads as he stayed still in disbelief of everything that has been revealed to him seconds ago, “I love you, Tsum..... I only wish for you to be happy so… don’t ever regret this, okay?”

Atsumu looks at you and at that moment, he just knows… that for the rest of his life, he’ll remember the broken smile you gave him as you finally cut the thread that has connected you to him for the past years.

Don’t regret anything, Tsum…

“Because I won’t.”

I won’t even remember a single thing about you.

note. ah… at last we have come to the beginning of the end. two words from me to you: i’m sorry.

[erenscumprincess]

Attack on Pu$$y

♡ Pairing: Eren x Y/N reader

♡ Summary: A family trip to visit your boyfriend's home country goes terribly wrong when unwanted guests show up at your parent's hotel. With Eren already being on your dad's bad side, it's up to you two and to save your parents, your vacation, and your relationship.

♡ Genre: Comedy and lots of smut

♡ Warnings: Mentions of sex

♡ Word Count: 11.29k

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                                                         『1』

“Omg! Where's my shower cap?” you screamed, frantically tossing out all the clothes you carefully packed the night before from your suitcase. “This can't be happening,” you promptly pulled open the drawers from your nearly empty dresser and began flinging everything onto the chair beside you. Not like you’d be able to find what you were looking for under the mess you just created.  “I just spent $350 on this brazilian body wave, I need that shower cap!”

“It's on top of that big ass head,” the smug idiot you sometimes referred to as Eren, gestured to the pink sequined article that he bought for you on your last trip to the beauty supply. He was leaning forward in his chair, sweatpants hanging low, hair in a messy bun, dreary green eyes laser focused on the game he was playing with Jean and Armin. “Fuck,” he cursed, “Yo, Imma need some back up,” he shouted into his headset. 

You slowly turned around to face the mirror on your disheveled vanity, Wow, not one of your strongest moments, you thought, gingerly, removing the shower cap. Your long curls cascaded down your shoulders, what usually were bright and dolled up eyes were now rimmed with day old eye liner and lashes that were threatening to pop off. You had to admit, you did look a little rough at the moment, but even now you still remain the baddest bitch in the city, and that's on periodt. 

“Okay, where's my switch then?” you sighed, and tossed the showercap into the suitcase, rearranging all of the clothes back into it again, “You know, the pink bedazzled one?”

“Carry-on,” he responded, motioning to the backpack in front of the door, “Why are you acting like such a bimbo today?” 

Pause, did this boy just try me?  “Why are you acting like such a-,” you hesitated, trying to come up with a good comeback. 

“Exactly,” you could practically see the smirk that you heard in his deep voice.

A couple years ago, you would have never expected you’d be dating this jerk. He was the star player in  your school's basketball team, a literal god on the court, and you were just his tutor to get his grades up so he could stay on said team. But you know, one thing led to another and here you were, still dealing with his trifling ass. You grabbed the carry on and tossed all of your luggage in one place. 

“You know what, I'm gonna pack my vibrator.” “What?” Eren pulled back one side of his headphones to free his ear, his brows furrowed. 

“What?” 

“You tripping,” Eren just rolled his eyes and went back to playing on your brother's PS5, the sounds of aggressive clicking of the controller echoed through the room.

“Nah, you’re tripping if you think you’re getting any action on this trip,” you glanced around the room one last time to double check if anything was left unpacked, “not with the way you’ve been talking to me lately.”

“Babygirl, stop playing, you know you can't resist this,” Eren tossed his headset and controller on to your bed, apparently done with his match. He stood up, towering at an alarming 6’2 above you, he leaned down, inches from your face, the chain that his father gave to him as a parting gift brushing against your skin. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, flashing that handsome grin of his, “let me make it up to you.”

You took in a deep breath, taking in the scent that was Eren, a combination of mint, mahogany, and was that weed? You slowly slid your hands down his chest to rest upon his toned hard abs, admiring the start of the v line that was poking out. This man could never keep a shirt on, but you weren’t complaining, “No,” you poked his waist, ignoring what was growing in his sweatpants, “we got a flight to catch.”

Ever since Eren invited you on a trip to visit his home country, Paradis, things have been pretty crazy, to say the least. You guys have been dating for a cute year and a half and he wanted to show you a different side of him. 

“I can make it quick.”

“Don't you always,” you laugh, slapping his arm. 

He catches it and you find yourself pinned against the wall, your back against his chest. You could feel his hard on pressing against your leggings, his face leaned into the crook of your neck, “Do you feel that?” You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath on your neck. Two large hands gripped the sides of your hips, beckoning for you to move. 

“Boy, stop!” you giggled, unintentionally curling into him,  no but seriously, he's about to make me act up.  You hated how you couldn’t stand to be mad at him for too long. You let out a shaky breath at the tingly sensation that was starting to pool up in your stomach, flashbacks from previous hookups whirred through your mind like a broken cassette tape. 

“Hey! What’s taking yall so long?” a familiar voice shouted from outside your bedroom door, “We were supposed to leave hours ago!”

“And YOU weren’t even supposed to come!” You fired back. And he really wasn’t supposed to join. No one in your family was supposed to come. But your dad demanded it, if Eren still wanted to be with you. It took some convincing, but Eren finally caved into letting you bring your family, and you use the term "caved" very loosely.

“You think Imma letchu go to some foreign country with this hooligan actin’ fool!”

“Dad, they probably fucking,” another voice added, “And did you know Eren doesn’t like to wear condoms. Ah shit, I’m probably gonna be an uncle.”

You sighed, suppressing the urge to snap at your dad and annoying ass brother for Eren’s sake. 

“Fuckin’?” You heard your dad gasp, “Oh hell nah, open this muthafuckin’ door right now!” 

How the hell were you going to spend a whole two weeks with these idiots, you groaned at the thought. 

“Your dad has no chill,” Eren laughed as he reluctantly dropped your arm allowing you to turn around to face him.

“I am so sorry,” you whisper, listening for the sounds of your father’s footsteps walking away. You  gently brush away the stray wisps of hair from his messy bun out of his long lashes before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. 

“So…” he paused, securing an arm around your waist, there's a mischievous glint in his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice his gaze travelling from your face, to your chest, down to your thighs.

“So…” you repeated, bashful eyes of yours met his.

“Wanna try road head?”

[shotosprincess]

what if... — shoto todoroki

“ what if we kissed then? just to prove that we don’t have feelings for each other. “

summary: ever since you and todoroki started working together as pro heroes, your friends simply wouldn’t let up on teasing you two, suspecting that there was something between you—something that extended past the bounds of business.

notes: fluff ,, todoroki being flustered ( aaaa he’s so cute bye ) the bakusquad teasing and egging ya’ll on ( their dialogue is color coded so it’s easier to read ! ) ,, denki being a little bit of a busybody <3

“ ooooh look who it is! the power coupleeee! “ the sing-song tone of denki’s teasing rung through the hall as he spotted you and todoroki entering the building from a long day of pro hero work.

grey streaks of dust and ash littered your bodies, streaks of sweat and diluted stripes of dried crimson staining multiple sides on both your faces. his hair was tattered and slightly singed from the discord of an especially-messy battle, yours was tangled in a hopeless mess. a heavy sigh leaves you. that would be a pain to brush through later.

your numbed fingers, body exhausted and worn out, run through your hair in a wordless frustration. shoto tenses up noticeably at denki’s playful comment. “ denki. we’re not a couple. “

his lips raise into a cheeky, if not mildly-irritating smirk as he leans further into the velvet couch, draping his arms round the back. “ oh yeah? take your arm off their shoulder then, shoto. “

your partner’s face lights up with a rose so brilliant, it almost even matched with the rubied strands of his hair. his lips tightly purse together, sliding his arm, which was, in fact, casually resting on your shoulder, off with a hurried swoop.

“ shut it, kaminari. “ he huffs in a low, almost even threatening tone as he walks past the energetic blonde at an increased pace. you frown. he seemed so worked up over it, and for what? it’s not as if this was the first time someone had poked at you for being a “ couple “—which you were not, but you were never the one to readily disprove their remarks, though delivered in a joking manner. it’s not as if you felt anything of the sort for him...right?

so then why was it so hard to admit that you weren’t anything more than what you were on the field? it was the truth, after all.

“ jeez, what’s with him? i was just kidding. “ sticking a lollipop into his mouth, he turns to lay down fully on the couch, stretching his back out with such leisure.

your eyes followed him as he disappeared past a corner, shaking your head in confusion. “ no clue. “

it was just one of the countless circumstances in which people had poked at the two of you for your not-so-platonic habits with one another, habits which, admittedly, hinted at something...more than friendship. more than a partnership. this was nothing new.

but of course, you pushed it all away, allowing the rumours and silly hashtags and fanmade edits and youtube compilations to completely ricochet off of you. however, the same couldn’t exactly be said for todoroki. shame.

you didn’t quite know why, but he always got so unexplainably tense about it whenever someone brought the topic up. he’d curl up his fists so aggressively it’d leave crescent marks the next day, rearrange his face into a scowl—it was clear that he hated it, joke or not. honestly, you didn’t have the guts to attempt to make them stop, for you knew that if you had, you just knew that the public would somehow find a way to turn it into “ proof “ that you were dating, all because he got so riled up and flustered. which was silly, really, since it was a perfectly normal human reaction to something like this.

though you can’t help but wonder if, perhaps, he did feel that way about you, and maybe that was the reason he—

no, no, what were you thinking? he couldn’t possibly...right? you were just partners. nothing more, nothing less.

but if he did think of you like that, would you want something more?

“ oh come on, just admit it! if not to the public, then to us at least. aren’t we friends? “

“ yeah, icy hot. i mean, seriously, have more guts— “

“ ...how many fucking times do i have to tell you, bakugou...we’re not a couple. denki, stop playing around. you’re egging him on. “ shoto’s harsh tone cuts sharply through the banter between denki and the overly-intense ashen blonde, bringing it to an abrupt end. it didn’t exactly last very long, though.

“ yeah, yeah. that’s what i said about that dumbass deku, and look where we are now. “ he rasps, a knowing smirk playing on his face as he pulls his now-blushing boyfriend close.

“ not everything is about love, bakugou. “ he smirks.

“ yeah, who knew you’d be the one to turn out to be such a romantic? “ denki laughs, earning a solid punch to his arm.

“ owww! that actually hurt. “ his lips jut out in a pout, rubbing over the blooming patch of light purple.

“ oh, shut up, idiot! “

“ you know what? fine. y/n? “

you pause, perfectly still and unmoving as the coldness of his eyes burned his unknown intent into you.

“ y-yeah? “

he strides over to you, appearing only inches away within the briefest of seconds. one of his hands quickly finds a home against your cheek, tilting it to look up at him. your heart pulsates at a nearly impossible rate.

“ kiss me. “

“ what? “

“ just this once. to prove that we don’t have feelings for each other. “ he says, rolling his eyes at denki and bakugou, who were futilely trying to cover their smirks.

heat rises to your cheeks, cauterizing them with an unfamiliar flame. “ oh! uh! i—sure.“

what other choice did you have? after all, you did want to prove to everyone that there really was nothing between you and shoto. or maybe, just maybe, you were also trying to prove it to yourself?

no, no. that couldn’t be. it couldn’t.

he wastes no time. his skin, cold and smooth, fingers like porcelain streams, grasp your chin with a fast-paced elegance which sends a prominent shudder down your back. his lips hover just above yours, and the tension buzzing between you is ridiculously electric. he’s so close, your heartbeat rings in your ears and his breath shallowly fans upon your face as he peers into your eyes with his own. you allow them to fall closed.

as if on cue, his lips meet yours with a gentle, albeit fairly aggressive peck. but as soon as they do, your chest spurns with the fibres of your heartstrings, embroidering them tightly into the knots of his own tangled past. you know what he said. you know what you said—it was all to prove that you didn’t feel anything for one another.

but then why did it feel so oddly...right?

he pulls away, and your lips suddenly feel empty, deserted. the electric thrum still prickles at your lips, wanting, no—needing, more. you hate how much your body craved him, how desperately you wanted for his arms around you again. there’s too much emotion, an overwhelming influx. it is near impossible to even articulate it, at least not in a way which could ever hope to properly encapsulate the undeniable magic of the moment. you were being so damn melancholic, and that was saying something, even for you.

when his lips leave yours, you cannot help but be frozen in your simple state of bliss, utterly dazed with hazy remnants of how annoyingly addicting it was. your eyes gloss over with a sense of want, sparkling with the same glitters his icy eyes met yours with. his hand remains on your cheek, but his touch softens against yours.

your silent stare prolongs for more than just the fleeting moment, as if you were subconsciously grabbing at it with invisible arms, reaching desperately to bring each other back. that was when it hit you; the blinding realization that you did, in fact, want this. want him. and yet, you couldn’t help but hesitate. what about him? did he want this? no, no, he couldn’t possibly. after all, this whole kiss situation was only because he wanted to prove that explosive idiot wrong, that there was nothing between you two but teamwork and good quirk compatibility.

your heart stings at the minor epiphany, the thoughts piercing at your head in an endless swirl of emotions. second-guessing yourself, wondering why you even cared whether or not he thought of you that way. or at least, how he didn’t think of you that way. the tiniest shine of a tear begins to coat your lashes when—

his lips crash against yours for a second time, his hand now trailing towards your scalp, weaving through the fibres as his lips danced upon yours. your guard, your hesitation fully melting away in his arms.

but alas, you made the mistake of allowing yourself to forget that people were watching too.

“ ha! i knew it! i fucking knew it! “ kaminari’s playful voice rings like the most annoying song ( in this moment, i mean come on, you loved the guy, but right now? not exactly helping your stance of “ we don’t see each other like that “ ) as his head peaks out from the halls.

instantly you break away, pulling from each other as your hand flies to clamp over your mouth, eyes bulging wide at what you had just done. you had just kissed shoto. in front of, well, practically everyone! since when did mina and kirishima even get here?!

“ shit. “ shoto mutters deeply, thrashing his hands into his two-toned hair in frustration.

“ shoto, i—i’m so sorry, i didn’t know they would— “

“ no, no. don’t apologize. it’s my fault. i...i shouldn’t have gone for a second ki— “

“ honestly, i think i would’ve been more mad at you if you haven’t. “

“ WHAT?! “ your little audience shrieked. your palms clasped right over your mouth after the admission, face burning with embarrassment. the words left you before you could even think them through. had you really just said that? in front of everyone? how carefree can you be?

you stare into the ground, focusing on literally anything but him.

“ hey. look at me. “

you refused.

“ y/n. “ his hand goes up to your chin, making you look up at him. the pout on your face is so plainly obvious, it makes his heart twitch in a slight pain. you could almost swear you heard mina squeal faintly at the boldness of his action, considering the predicament you two were currently stuck in.

“ what? “

“ i...i think i would’ve regretted it more if i hadn’t kissed you again. “

“ you—what? “

“ i...i didn’t want to pull away. “

“ holy shit. “

“ shut up bakugou! “

“ i wanted...i wanted it to last a little longer. “

“ jeez, and i thought i was bad at confessing my feelings. pft. this is just embarrassing to watch. “

“ same here. i mean you did ask midoriya out by yelling ‘ i love you, dumbass! ‘ from outside his dorm window. “

“ hey, idiot! we don’t talk about that! “

“ shhhh both of you! shut up! we are witnessing an important romantic moment here! “

“ i...seriously? “

“ seriously. and i—i don’t know what the hell this feeling....is. but i....i just— “

“ it’s okay. “ you shoot him a reassuring smile, the same kind you always did in the midst of battle, that comforting smile that let him know you had his back. you communicated with your eyes, though usually they were bloodshot with adrenaline and smudged with ash, there truly was no need for words. not with him.

“ y/n...i— “

“ awwwww aren’t they the cutest? now kiss again! “

“ mina. “ he shoots her a lightly cold stare.

“oh come on! let us have our fun, yeah, icy hot? “ bakugou slings his arm over kaminari’s shoulder, whose grin matches that of his blonde-haired counterpart.

“ i thought i told you not to call me— “

“ shoto. “

he immediately turns to you, slipping into serenity at the sound of your voice.

“ ah shit, here they go again. we get it, you’re a cute couple! “

“ mina, i told you. we’re not a co- “ his eyes snap to yours, lips parting in a hesitant pause.

“ not a what, icy hot? “ the smirk exuding of utter smugness upon bakugou’s face only spreads all the wider.

he allows his hands to fall, taking yours within his. there is a brief, yet definite moment of silence before he speaks again. “ i mean... “

your gaze is focused on the way his hands fully envelope yours, and the unexplainable, tingly feeling you’re getting from it all. despite that, you could still very well see mina and kaminari excitedly waving and bouncing in all sorts of directions, as if they were...cheering you on? it was almost as if they were more fired up about all this than you were.

keyword; almost.

“ shoto, i— “

and suddenly his composure and poise breaks, and all that’s left is the rare sight of shoto todoroki, stuttered in a blushing, shaky mess. “ i mean, i wouldn’t be opposed to it. not—not like i desperately want to or anything, but at the same time i—i just—fuck, why is this so har— “

you rise onto your tip toes, hands encircling his neck as you kiss him. what unknown spirit possessed you with the guts to make the first move, it was fully unbeknownst to you. but you weren’t complaining, no. not in the slightest.

“ HOLY SHIT?? “

“ my baby’s all grown up now— “

“ dumbass, they’re not your bab— “

“ they’re mine. “

“ i— “

“ that is, if you want to b— “

“ well no shit, dumbass! “ you jump into his arms, squealing as you squeeze him tight.

“ good. because...so do i. “

“ i told you! “

“ shut up idiot! “

“ hey, so now can we start a fan account for you two on instagram? i’m sure it’d totally blow up! “ mina squealed with a wink, holding up her phone, already halfway through the sign up process.

“ mina! “ everyone groaned in a laughter-filled unison.

so that was it, you supposed.

you did have feelings for each other.