#god i need to squeeze him til he pops

[shuyume]

[laceycoffins]

cw: comfort, domesticity, fluff

a/n: teeny gift for @leonsdolly !! this is based on vi's post, gws hehe <3 here's to hoping u recover in time for ur event!! (also idk which leon is ur fav so im leaving it open for ur self projection! :3)

Leon forgot to refill the vitamin gummies in the fridge. You knew it (probably) wasn't the main reason you fell ill– maybe you caught it from your coworkers– but hey, that tall jar of sugar coated goodness prevented you from catching colds for the past year since he got them for you. Speaking of your boyfriend, he recently travelled overseas, you weren't privy to where, but maybe that's why you were down with a cold. All that smooching to make up for lost time likely passed you this darned cold. Curse him for being an asymptomatic carrier! Probably.

"Leooon," you whined. Your throat was congested with gunk, and goop hung from your nostril like a garland on a Christmas tree. To say that you felt like a wet rat dunk into cold water was an understatement. He popped his head into the bedroom.

"Dinner's almost ready," he pointed a silicone spatula at you. You squinted but then your face squeezed together and you sneezed into a tissue. Quite the nuclear sneeze you had going on. "Just sit still and be pretty, sneeze-zilla."

"Are you saying I'm not pr-" your ears popped from how hard you sneezed again. There was a ringing sound that clawed between the folds in your brain, and god, now your throat was itchy too. A not so feminine noise escaped you as you fall back onto the bed. With thousands of tissue sheets in the bin beside you, you dunked another one in.

"Don't wanna hear another word from you," you grunted as you crossed your arms.

Usually he was quick with a comeback, but today he silently retreated. He returned shortly, this time without his spatula. You watched, confused, as he climbed onto the bed, crawling on his knees and hands until he was right next to you. In your infected, personal space. Incredulously, you stared at him as he spread his arms.

"C'mere, grumpy pants," His biceps involuntarily flexed as he gestured. A lopsided grin played on his face, "Looks to me like you need a big ol' hug."

"Har har," you rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, you obediently leaned into his arms. His big hands stroked your back through your tee as you sniffled. Some moisture splattered on his hoodie and you discreetly swiped it off.

Leon adjusted his position so that he leaned against the headboard with you snuggled in his arms. The cold in your bones ebbed away as you melted in his embrace. You lethargically stroked his forearm, head resting against his chest. It rose with steady breaths as your boyfriend looked down at you.

"You'll be back on your feet before you know it, sweetheart." he stroked the space between your shoulder blades. He kissed your forehead, "Try to take to easy 'til you're better, 'kay?"

"I guess I will. Since you asked so nicely," you croaked. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. Then you coughed into his face. He stared blankly at you before scrunching up his features in disgust, and you shrugged helplessly before melting into his arms again.

[love-islike-abomb]

Push it

Roman reigns x y/n

"I see it! I need it!"

Warnings: smut!! Errors I may have missed. Jimmy is in this story as well as solo (briefly)

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @heerah34 @lilucey @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @windhamsrotunda @weirdgirl16355

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"c'mon babe get up!" I yelled at the tv! Drew had just given Roman a Glasgow kiss and he wasn't moving! Finally a stir "thank the gods!!" I said putting my hand on my chest.

"y/n you get so into his matches! Like his own personal cheerleader!" Jimmy laughed.

"you jealous?" I smirked

"n-no!" Jimmy stammered obviously lying.

"liar!" I laughed.

"hey it might be nice to have someone root for me the way you do him once in a while!" Jimmy said scratching his neck nervously "you know for when I'm losing my game!"

I chuckled "sure Jimmy! I'll cheer you on to" I said giving him a hug before quickly pulling away seeing Drew going for the pin again. Just before the count of 3 someone pulled the ref out of the ring and to the mat outside the ring. "Im not sure if I should be happy or worried!" I said looking at Jimmy.

"just watch" he said before the figure pulled their hoodie off. "Solo?!" I yelled.

"little bro is moving on up!" Jimmy said.

"Jimmy you asshole!" I laughed "you should have told me! I almost went out there whooped solos ass thinking he was gonna go after my husband!"

"gotta keep a few surprises!" He smiled.

I heard the door to the locker room open and in walked my man all sweaty and looking like the sex god he is! "Hey babe!" I smiled.

"hey baby girl" he smiled back at me.

"you looked hot as fuck out there tonight!" I smiled.

"hmm really?!" He smiled raising an eyebrow

"and that's my que! I'll see you later uce!" Jimmy said walking out the locker room door. Roman reached for the door and locked it before turning back around and undoing his belt "on your knees" he commanded. I bit my lip "yes daddy!" I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, locking my eyes with his as he dropped his ring gear to his feet, his boxers with them. I licked my lips at the sight of him naked in front of me, His skin still shimmering from the oil he put on before his match.

Leaning forward I took him in my mouth slowly swirling my tongue around, earning low groans from him "fuck baby!"

Taking more I worked all the way down his length til the tip was in the back of my throat, feeling his hand running through my hair "fucking damn baby girl!" Thrusting his hips slightly and hearing him moan at the pleasures I was giving him made my panties dampen even more. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off him with a pop noise.

"come ere baby!" He said I got up and he reached for my shirt, sliding it over my head and throwing it to the floor. Then my leggings and finally my pink lace panties "bend over the couch and stick that beautiful ass in the air!" He commanded.

Doing as he commanded I bent over the end of the couch and shook my ass at him *smack* "don't be impatient! I'm gonna make this pussy feel good baby!" He said running his hand over the curve of my ass and up my back "so damn beautiful!" He groaned before i felt him slowly slide in "fuck!" I groaned. "So damn tight baby! Fuck! Oh that pussy always squeezes my cock so damn good!" He groaned "give me them hands baby!" He said.

I reached my arms behind me as he grabbed one hand and then the other, adjusting so he could pound into me, the perfect angle to hit my spot each time. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room and I didn't care any more who heard me. "fuck!! Just like that!!" I yelled.

A deep chuckle escaped his lips "daddy making his pussy feel good baby girl?" He said releasing one of my hands to grab my hair and pull me up slightly "answer me! Does daddy make this pussy feel good!"

"yes daddy! So damn good!!" I finally managed to moan out.

"that's my good girl!" He said pulling me up higher and wrapping his hand around my throat "oh yeah squeeze my cock with my pussy baby! Such a dirty little slut for me aren't you?!" Fucking damn!!

"mmmm give it to me baby! I can feel your close. Let go!" He growled and my body followed his command, making my knees weak with a hard orgasm. "Fuck baby!! Uhh that's it! Milk my cock with that tight pussy!! Fuck I'm gonna cum!!" A primal growl erupted from his lips and his thrusts became eratic, spilling his hot cum deep in my aching cunt.

He released my arms as we both tried to catch our breath. He slowly pulled out of me and I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck giving him a kiss.

"i love you" I smiled.

"i love you to baby girl!"

[emmyrosee]

Hi!! I hope you’re feeling dandy 🌸

I was wondering how you think the miya twins would react to that tiktok trend of “waking my partner up in the middle of the night for a hug” 😫

WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA COMBUST HOLD ON-

Okay. Okay. OKAY WAIT-

With Osamu, it’s a lot more sweet. You settle on your knees for an effective way to nudge him awake. Starting with two Palms on his massive pec, you gently nudge, letting your pushes get more needy when he grunts and tries to stay asleep.

“‘Samu,” you whimper, and finally he smacks his lips and furrows his brows.

“What, angel?”

“Are you awake?” One sleepy, grey eye pops open to glare at you, and while you do snort at him, he sighs and shuffles softly to answer you.

“No,” he rasps. “I’m not. Why?” He closes his eye, but when he feels you nudge him again, he opens them, squinting softly as he tries to focus.

You’re pouting and you mewl softly which does make him a puddle of affection at how cute you look, “I want a hug… a ‘Samu hug.”

He laughs softly before opening both of his arms; you fall into them and purr at the familiar weight of them encasing around you. He squeezes you close and burrows you into the crook of his neck, and you gotta admit, even for this tiny little prank, it’s so comfortable.

“Okay,” you says promptly, pushing out of his hold in the middle of his yawn. “I’m good.”

“What?”

“Didn’t need to hug you anymore. Night babe.”

He watches you saltily as you make your way back to your side of the bed, curling under the covers and facing away from him to hide your grin. You hear him mumble something about ‘pain in my ass’ and ‘Fuckin’ grey hairs’ before he starts to drift back to sleep.

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With Atsumu, you take the liberty of being a little more goofy, because he’s a little more goofy and he takes your chaos like a champ.

Gently sitting up and making your way to his side of the bed, where he’s nuzzled all comfortable against his pillows. He’s breathing softly, small smile eased on his cheeks in bliss, and you smile softly before promptly smacking your palm hard against his chest.

He jolts awake in shock, shaking his head around and looking wildly for the culprit until you toss yourself into his arms, his heart practically beating against your torso.

“Holy fuck you fucking scared me,” he says in one panicked breath, though his arms toss back around you in the hug. “Oh my god I almost shit my pants, why would you do that?”

“Wanted a hug,” you murmur, and he lets out a small ‘okay’ as you nuzzle closer to him. His hand gently rubs soothing circles on your back, his own head resting in the dip of your neck to cuddle you.

Even if this was to mess with him, he does feel so good as he cuddles into you.

With that, not 30 seconds later, you shove back out of his arms and leave the hug, making him gasp in fright once again.

“Okay. I’m good. Thanks babe.”

“Huh?”

You crawl back under your covers, “got what I needed, you’re a real one.”

This time, however, he’s the one who tugs you back into his arms, ignoring your yelp and he pulls you close to his chest and holding you like his life depends on it.

“‘Tsumu!” You giggle at the crushing, rolling your eyes when you hear a salty ‘nuh-uh’ in your ear.

“Go to sleep, wake me up again and I’ll fuckin’ tickle you ‘til you piss.”

Tempting, but you decide against anything else when he whines and burrows his nose in your hair, clearly sleepy and needing some affection.

“Fine,” you grumble. “I love you.”

“Mmmve youmn too.”

Atsumu was like. Fully inspired by this cute shit here 💅🏼

[letters2won]

GOOD 4 U!

06; is he bothering you queen?

- 702 wc, half written and smau, small genshin slander

Never have you thought that you would be walking into school hand in hand with Jungwon. You were used to having eyes on you but this felt a little overwhelming.

Jungwon felt you tensed up and gave your hands a light squeeze. You gave him a small smile, “Well.. let’s get this show on the road shall we?”

A lighthearted laugh came out, “We shall my lady.”

The two of you proudly walked the halls, ignoring preying eyes and the soft whisperers being formed around. Nearing your locker, your friends are there chatting amongst themselves about who knows what.

Yunjin was the first to noticed you two approaching as she offers Jungwon a welcoming smile, “So your y/n newest boyfriend lover boy?” she teased out. Jungwon tried to contain his excitement by nodding his head quickly before looking at you.

All your friends can see the cloud of hearts forming above his head as if he’s from a cartoon show.

More footsteps could be heard appearing behind you guys, but before you got the chance to turn around, another teasing voice popped up.

“See! I told you the Wikihow steps could work! Now look at you all grown up. I might cry again.. hold me Jay!”

Jungwon’s shoulders deflated at the sound of Sunghoon’s dramatic performance. He turned around with his arms crossed with a disappointed look, “Please stop lying on my name… you make it look like i don’t know how to talk to women!”

“That’s because you don’t!” Sunoo chipped in quickly with a raised eyebrow. You let out a chuckle causing Jungwon to glare at you making you fake a cough.

Sunwoo stomach growled and he groaned in embarrassment, “Can we go get breakfast now?” and Soul gave him a comforting pat on the back, nodding as he did so.

Walking towards the cafeteria was noisy but sitting in the cafeteria was worst.. anyone can hear you and Niki going back and forth on the best genshin character.

“OF COURSE YOU A DILUC FAN!! Jungwon i hate to break it to you man but your girlfriend is a walking red flag,” Niki sadly said.

You look at him offended, “THERE IS NOTHING WRONG HIM!! YOU’RE THE RED FLAG HERE… how could you pick Kokomi OVER THEEE Raiden Shogun?!” and Niki decided to stick his tongue out.

“Genshin fans are the worst..” Heeseung mumbled out to himself. You and Niki would’ve lashed out on him but a voice you knew all to well appeared.

“Oh? didn’t think you would manage to move on from me.. let alone move on to..” Your ex, Ricky, trailed off, eyeing Jungwon up and down with a frown, “Him..”

Your shoulder stiffens as the sudden weight of silence takes over. The memories of you losing your mind on your bathroom floor and crying coming back to you as you tried to hold the tears in. Jungwon noticed your discomfort and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Got a problem with that?”

Your teary eyes snapped up to Jungwon, surprised he would even speak up. “She moved on to a better guy, aka ME!” he stated proudly as he pointed to himself.

Ricky eyes visible twitched as he grips his new girlfriend, “You think so? Wait til she starts crawling back to me… THEN we’ll see who the better guy, yea?”

“As if she crawl back to a dirt bag like you” Jungwon scoffed out. Ricky was going to throw another hissy fit til his girlfriend dragged him away.

Jungwon let out a sigh of relief, “Oh my god.. my heart is pounding so fast, that was the scariest thing i’ve ever done!”

He turned around and wiped your tears away. His heart felt like exploding even more looking at your swollen eyes as he whispered to you, “Don’t waste your tears on jerks like him anymore, okay? i’m all you need right now..”

You looked at him awed, slowly nodding your head with him.

“UGH GROSSED! Can yall be love birds somewhere else?!” Jake joked out, covering his eyes. You flicked him off and took Jungwon by the hand.

“Let’s just hurry up and get this day over with.. i have commissions to do later!”

PREV ✩ MASTERLIST ✩ NEXT

╰┈➤ Ricky was the only name i could think of SORRY LMAOO

SYNOPSIS in which you’re DEFINITELY not upset that your ex moved on really easily (spoiler alert: you are!). Yang Jungwon, the student council president is glad your ex moved on because it’s time for him to shoot his shot (just not in the way he wanted.. a win is a win in his book!)

TAGLIST < open > @firstclassjaylee @sincerelyrki @w0nslvr @poollabug @mrchweeee @nanuer @jwonistic @nyfwyeonjun @jiamini @woninluv

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Matt Taven x Cole! Reader●

Summary: You are apart of The Undisputed Kingdom. You accompany Matt for his match against Orange Cassidy in a Texas death match. Adam finds out about you and Matt's relationship.

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Ever since Adam formed The Undisputed Kingdom at World's End, it has been the best thing that has happened to my career. I am in the spotlight and will soon be challenging Timeless Toni Storm for her AEW Women's championship.

Anyways, I am sitting in our locker room laying on the couch, my legs across Wardlow's lap who is sitting on the couch. Roddy, Matt and Mike are discussing something with each other. Adam comes rolling in on his wheelchair.

I sit up next to Wardlow and look at Adam.

"Boys! And Sis. Pay attention. Matt, you have the main event tonight against Orange. It is a Texas Death match. Y/N, you will be going out there with him. No one else."

"Should I wear my gear or our shirt and jeans?"

"Whatever is comfortable for you to fight, distract or take moves with."

"Got it."

"Now, go get ready, you two."

I get up, grab my bag and head to the bathroom. Matt does the same, walking in the same direction. I walk in the bathroom, he is behind me closing the door and locking it.

"Hey! Matt!"

I turn around to see what Adam is yelling about, but see Matt taking off his shirt. I gulp, setting my bag on the counter.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting changed. Thought it would be quicker if we just did it at the same time."

I walk over, stand infront of him and run my hand down his chest and stomach, biting my lip. He looks at me and smirks.

"Later baby. Your brother is on the other side of the door."

He whispers while putting his hand on my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip. I stick his thumb in my mouth, slowly sucking on it til it pops out of my mouth. He gulps, biting his lip looking down at me.

"You are so bad. Need to be taught a lesson."

He puts his hand around my neck, squeezing a little, making me look at him. I start laughing and he smirks, gripping my throat more. Someone starts banging on the door making us jump and break apart from each other.

"What is going on in there?! Matt! Y/N!"

"Adam! Calm down! We are literally getting changed! Chill!"

Matt looks at me and shakes his head smiling. I smile, grabbing my black and gray wrestling gear. My shorts have the Undisputed Kingdom logo on my butt. I put my knee high black boots on and Matt pushes my hands away from them. He starts tying my boots for me and I shake my head smiling. I grab my phone off the counter and take a picture of him. He finishes the first one and starts tying to second one. I take another picture of him. I set my phone back on the counter as he stands up. He looks at me smiling.

"Wanna take a picture of us together now?"

I feel my face turn red as I grab my phone and hand it to him. He takes it as I grab my big sunglasses out of my bag and put them on. I put my forearm on his side, leaning into him a little as he snakes his one arm around my waist. He takes the picture. I move my sunglasses off of my face onto my head and look up at him. He takes another picture like that without me knowing. He turns his head and kisses me, taking a picture like that as well. We kiss for a couple minutes before we hear banging on the door again.

"You two better not be screwing in there! Matt, your match is in a few minutes!"

"Don't get your panties in a twist! God forbid he can't take pictures of me for me!"

I giggle and Matt laughs with me hearing Adam huff on the other side of the door.

"Let's go before he has Wardlow break the door down."

Matt laughs as I walk over to the door, unlock it and walk out of the bathroom. Matt puts my phone in my bag on the bathroom counter than walks out. We leave the locker room before anyone can say anything and head down to gorilla.

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*near the end of the match*

Orange is in the ring dumping thumb tacks out of a Valentines container from Chuck Taylor. Matt is laying in the corner holding his back and I climb into the ring. I run up to Orange trying to clothesline him but he picks me up and powerbombs me into the thumb tacks. I scream clutching my back rolling over to the corner of the ring. Orange sees Matt coming and hits him with the Orange Punch getting the win. Mike and Roddy come running down to the ring to check on me and Matt. I can feel all the thumb tacks stuck in my back as Mike helps me out of the ring. They help us to the back and to our locker room. Mike helps me sit down on a metal chair backwards. Mike leans down slowly taking the tacks out of my back. Adam comes rolling up next to me putting his hand on my shoulder.

"You have some explaining to do Y/N."

I sit up looking at him confused.

"Explaining? About what?"

"Oh... I don't know.... about these pictures I found on your phone!"

He pulls my phone up and shows me the pictures of me and Matt that we took before his match. Matt looks at me wide eyed from on the couch behind Adam. I grab my phone out of his hand staring daggers into Adam.

"How dare you go through my phone! You have no right to do that! And yeah. Me and Matt are together! He makes me so happy and appreciated! You should be happy someone is treating me the way he treats me!"

I get up, walk over and sit down next to Matt on the couch as Adam moves to look at both of us.

"Matt.... you better be treating her right. Because if you don't treat her right..... just know you don't only have me to deal with..... you also have Wardlow to deal with. And Roddy."

"Adam. Knock it off."

"I'm just saying. See ya later."

He leaves along with Mike and Roddy. I look over at Matt and he looks at me smiling. I lean over and kiss him. He kisses me back putting his hand on my cheek. I pull back looking at him smiling.

"I'm happy that he knows. You can come over to my house or hotel now without sneaking in."

"Man, I liked sneaking in though."

We laugh as we collect our things and head back to the hotel to end the night.

The End 😊

[valos-venus-doom]

Drawn & Quartered [Chapter 4]

February 10th 2007

Ville sat looking at the alluring brunette in front of him, her eyes sparkled in the light of the candles between them. He was on his first "first date" in eons.

Her name was Caitlyn. A stunning 25 year old Starbucks barista Ville had met when a new location popped up in his neighborhood. He began going first thing in the morning, every morning (because sobriety meant he was up before the birds most days) because the gorgeous girl behind the counter charmed him and made him laugh. And genuinely laugh. Not the polite laughter you do when a stranger makes a bad joke. He learned her schedule and was there every single day she worked until he worked up the courage to ask her out.

To Ville's surprise, he wasn't nervous. Not at all, in fact, it felt like being out to dinner with a longtime friend. He was completely at ease and comfortable around her, which was a big deal for him.

She had big hazel eyes, full lips, and a body he couldn't stop thinking about getting on top of. But more than that, she was extremely smart and captivated him. Caitlyn was going to school for business management and he loved listening to her talk about it. She was unlike any woman he had ever dated and he told anyone who'd listen that she was the one.

And when she laughed? It made Ville's stomach flutter. She had the best laugh he'd ever heard.

"And long story short, this is why taking Philosophy is terrible and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone." Caitlyn concluded her tirade on why Philosophy 101 was the worst class she had ever taken. She had saved it for last and it wad the last credit she needed to graduate.

"When do you graduate again?" Ville asked, sipping his water.

"May." Caitlyn said with a smile before sipping her white wine.

"Nearly there." Ville smiled.

"Yes and oh my God I am so ready to be done. As soon as that Master's degree is in my hands, I'm quitting Starbucks with two middle fingers up in the air."

Ville laughed, "But then where am I going to get coffee from every morning?"

"I said I was quitting, not burning down the joint." She teased.

"But your coffee is better than anyone elses."

"You get your coffee black. Anyone can do that." She rolled her eyes playfully.

"Mm, not sure that's true. You must do something special to it." Ville smirked.

"How about making it at home?" Caitlyn stuck her tongue out at him.

"You gonna come over every morning and make it for me?" Ville stared her down suggestively.

"Maybe..." Caitlyn eyed him seductively over the rim of her wine glass.

An hour later, Ville had Caitlyn on her back on his couch. They couldn't hold back long enough to make it upstairs to his bed.

"Oh god, Cait, fuck yes." Ville groaned before attacking her lips again, moaning into the kiss passionately.

Caitlyn pushed him off her til he was seated on the couch, she straddled his hips and held his shoulders as she rode him, nails slightly digging into his flesh. Her dress was pulled down to reveal her tits that Ville attacked lustfully, bringing Caitlyn to orgasm.

"God yes, I love your dick." Caitlyn groaned through gritted teeth, her body a vice around his cock as she came.

Ville realized she was dirty talker and he fucking loved it. He exploded immediately with an orgasm so intense he couldn't even breathe, let alone make noise. His mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut, hips spasming. Thank God Caitlyn already came because he literally couldn't stop himself.

When he reopened his eyes as the orgasm subsided, Caitlyn was gazing at him with a small smirk. Ville was convinced she was a goddess. She had to have been, she was not of this realm. It was in that moment he was sure of two things:

1. He was madly in love.

2. Caitlyn was The One.

Christmas Day, 2011. 10am.

Ville awoke with a start. He stared into the cold grey morning light creeping into his bedroom. It was a dream. About her. Again.

Ville held Caitlyn's pillow tightly in his arms, inhaling its scent; Redken shampoo, Victoria Secret perfume, and her natural smell. Eau de Caitlyn.

Too numb to cry, the last 2 days since getting home had been a nightmare of his own creation.

He flip-flopped between grief and rage. Both at himself and at Cait.

He had written out so many texts, but never sent them. He didn't know how to say "Fuck you, come home." eloquently.

Suddenly a text came through and his heart jumped. He grabbed his phone so quickly he lost grip and it flew across the floor and he rolled out of bed after it, looking at the text on his knees on the floor, blanket wrapped around his waist.

He knew in his heart it was Caitlyn.

But it wasn't. It was his mother wishing him a Merry Christmas and asking when he and Caitlyn would be over to spend the day with them as per tradition.

Ville felt like he was going to be sick. It was Christmas. He'd forgotten completely. But he was so far from the spirit he may as well have been Ebenezer Scrooge.

"Hey, sorry, I've been up sick all night. I must have caught something from the tour. I'll come by another day. Love you." He texted back to his mother, lying.

"Well if you haven't infected her, send Cait. We love and miss you both. Xx" his mother replied.

That text made it so much worse. He knew his family adored Caitlyn, and she them. They all got along so well. It warmed Ville's heart when he'd see Caitlyn in the kitchen helping his mother. Or playing retro games on their 20 year old Super Nintendo with his brother. Or talking business and current events with his dad over coffee.

She was a perfect fit for the Valo family. She was perfect in general. And she was gone.

Ville didn't answer his mother's text. Instead he climbed back into bed. He gripped Cait's pillow tight, inhaling deeply, before rolling over and going back to sleep. Before he drifted off, he relented, he was going to call Caitlyn. White flag flying, he surrendered. He couldn't take another day with her. But first, sleep.

Ville awoke hours later to his phone ringing and it was dark. 'I slept all day?' He immediately thought to himself before looking at the screen to see who was calling, hoping desperately it was Caitlyn, hoping she was feeling the same sense of longing and wanting to surrender, too.

But it wasn't Caitlyn. It was his brother, Jesse.

"Hello?"

"Hey, dude. I've been knocking. It's fucking cold and snowing its ass off out here. Open the door."

"One sec." And Ville hung up. He pulled on pants before scurrying down to his front door. Jesse never just showed up, so this was odd, Ville thought to himself.

Ville opened the door to see his brother standing on the other side in the snow that began falling at some point. "Hey. What's up?"

Jesse walked into the house taking off his snow covered boots. "Well, I heard from Mom that you were sick. So I was coming to check on my big brother. It is Christmas after all."

"How very sweet of you." Ville replied blankly. He loved his brother, but right now he was in no mood for visitors. It was interrupting his miserable self-loathing.

Jesse stared at Ville straightfaced, "You don't look sick to me. So, wanna tell me what's really going on?"

"Nothing." Ville stared back at his brother who was clearly calling him out in his lie... but there was something else Jesse clearly knew, he could see it in his eyes. And Jesse didnt ask where Caitlyn was, as he usually would have.

"What do you know?" Ville asked quietly, not breaking eye contact. He was dreading having to finally tell someone that he and Caitlyn broke up.

"Well one of two things happened," Jesse began. "Either you and Cait broke up, or she's in the mountains cheating on you right now." Jesse's tone was serious.

"But," Jesse continued, "I doubt she'd be this open about cheating on you publicly on social media. I'm no Sherlock Holmes but it seems like you broke up with her and haven't told anyone. Which would explain why you lied to mom and didn't show up for Christmas."

"Cheating on me?" Ville asked blankly staring at his brother. His face suddenly hot, his ears felt like they were on fire, and his stomach sick. It felt as though there was barbed wire in his windpipe.

"Why the fuck else would this be on her Instagram?" Jesse pulled out his phone and showed him a picture of Caitlyn and Matthias kissing on a ski lift.

Jesse knew Ville had no form of social media, so when he was scrolling through Instagram at his parents' house and came across that picture, he was stunned. And he knew Ville was probably none the wiser.

Jesse scrolled through both Caitlyn and Matthias' accounts finding a lot of pictures together with a group of friends, both tagging each other in all the pictures, with heart emojis galore. Some were innocuous enough, sure. But the kissing picture was a glaring red flag. And so was the picture of Caitlyn in a jacuzzi, breasts barely hidden under the bubbling water, and cuddling Matthias.

Ville stared at the photo, his hands began to shake as rage rose within him like boiling flood water. After a moment of staring he averted his eyes and began to chuckle darkly. "That fucking cunt...." he turned away from Jesse. His arms raised and he interlocked his fingers together behind his head and began pacing. Breathing hard.

"So she is cheating?" Jesse asked, extremely confused. Unable to gauge his brother's crazed reaction.

"Nope! She can do whatever it is Her Highness wants! That fucking bitch..." Ville broke into a fit of crazed laughter. "Oh wow."

"Are you high?" Jesse asked blankly. "Or do you need to be?"

"She moved out." Ville sighed, a delirious smile on his face, a millisecond later, Ville threw his fist through the drywall beside him. "Fuck!" He screamed at nothing in particular.

"She broke up with you?" Jesse asked unphased, he'd seen Ville put his fist threw many a wall. It was a Ville Valo signature move.

"Nope. I broke up with her." Ville shook his head, laughing, pacing

"When?"

"Two weeks ago. Didn't take the cunt long to move on, did it?" He sighed as he moved to sit on his couch. "Fucking slut. Of course she's in the the next one."

"What happened?"

"She and her little dumb cunt friends, as you see pictured on the Facebook-a-gram," he gestured dismissively at the phone still in Jesse's hand, "All went on a ski trip two weeks ago and KNOWING full well I was about to leave on tour. But she didnt care. No, no. Instead she ignored my texts, and refused to come home. And then she DID come home, acting like a cunt, calling me an asshole and bitching that I never let her do anything, so I told her I was done." Ville explained viciously.

"Ville..." Jesse knew that probably wasn't the case. He knew Caitlyn pretty well, that didn't sound like her. And knowing his brother, knew some details were being left out.

"Okay. Maybe I was being a passive aggressive asshole, but she made me feel so fucking unimportant. All I wanted was to spend time with her! Was that too much to fucking ask?!" Ville ranted, kicking over the coffee table in front of him.

"Ville.... you broke up with Caitlyn 2 weeks ago?" Jesse asked, connecting the dots.

"Yeah." Ville replied, sitting back against the couch, his heart beating in his ears.

"On the 11th?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah." Ville responded, more irritated this time. "What the fuck are you getting at? What does that fucking matter?"

Jesse stared at his brother. "Did you realize the 11th was on the 6 month anniversary of her father's death?"

Ville froze.

"You know, the 6 month anniversary ofthe death of her last living parent, and right before her first Christmas without him?"

Ville's stomach turned as Jesse spelled it out like he was a Kindergartener.

Jesse continued, moving closer, speaking downward at his brother who was seated on the couch, "And you made her feel like shit for going on a trip, doing the one activity that she and her father held dear? And then broke up with her? What in the entire *fuck* is wrong with you, man? I'm surprised she didn't break up with you herself."

Ville's expression changed from stunned realization to a scowl. He stood up fast, furious at himself but ready to direct it towards his brother, he got nearly in his face "Jesse, fuck off. You weren't even there! You're really gonna side with her? She's fucking my friend, first of all!"

Ville didn't appreciate the feeling of being being judged, especially when it was dawning on him that he was in the wrong. "And sec-second of all," Ville, ready to defend himself, paused and swallowed hard. But it felt like swallowing a razorblade, "Second of all...." he struggled to continue. "W-when you put it like that..." Ville's voice broke, his lip trembled and he dissolved into tears, face in his hands.

Jesse's expression softened as saw his brother break. He wrapped his arms around his big brother and sat them both down on the couch to better hold and console him.

"I was going to propose." Ville sobbed into his brother's shoulder, snot and tears getting on his jacket but Jesse couldn't have cared less. "Midnight. New Years. On stage. I had it all planned with manager at Tavastia--" he choked. "What am I gonna do?" Ville wept, his voice cracking.

Jesse held his older brother, "Ville. Ville, come on. It's going to be okay. Have you even talked to her since all this happened?"

Ville lifted his head and wiped his face on a t-shirt he'd thrown on the couch days ago. "N-no." Ville answered. "I was so fucking angry... I refused to call her. I wanted her to call me. I didn't think I did anything wrong." Ville sniffed. "At the time." He clarified.

"Okay, well that's step number one. Talk. To. Her." he urged him. "Maybe she feels the same--"

Ville shook his head, interrupting him "No. She is clearly with Matthias right now." He looked tearfully at his brother. "She clearly moved on."

"That isn't necessarily true..." Jesse tried to

"She fucking wasted NO time getting on another man's dick, did she?" Ville's emotional pendulum began to swing back to rage from sorrow. "And with Matthias? My fucking friend? That fucking bastard. What a friend, huh?" Ville stood up, pacing again.

"Before you put another hole in the drywall, remember you were the one who broke up with her." Jesse tried to calmly remind him.

Ignoring Jesse, Ville grabbed his shoes. "I fucking gave that bitch everything. I moved heaven and earth for her, and this is what she does? Do I not mean anything? Did WE not mean anything? And with my friend? How fucking dare she." Ville seethed and raged. "I'm getting a drink. Come with me, or don't, I don't give a fuck."

"Oh I'm coming with you, I'm not letting you out into the world unsupervised in this state." Jesse replied, grabbing his boots too.

[plainemmanem]

s…sucking on kurt’s balls.. just giving him a nice gentle ball job while he’s losing his mind above you … bc he genuinely never even considered such a concept … just constant moans and whines, gripping his hair harshly in his hand and gritting his teeth… cumming in thick long spurts, using a hand at the back of your neck to keep ur lips and tongue pressed against him til he’s finished …. [scurries away]

y-yeah🙂 ur right🙂

you rushed him into his bedroom bc no one was home. and for some reason you… desperately need him? all of a sudden? so you tug him into the room and you spin around so you’re between him and the door, and he’s all “ermmm what’s up with you haha” and you’re like “kurt im gonna be honest with you, i really need to suck you off right here” and he’s like “um . uh. well i mean, not gonna turn down that request😀” and you’re getting down on your knees, still sandwiched between him and the door, and you’re tugging off his belt and pulling down his jeans and boxers in one go, and he’s already getting a little hard at the sight of you down on your knees for him aw<3 and you grab him in your hand and just give a few teasing strokes, just to get him going, and he’s instantly whimpering and groaning and looking down at you all needy like “god, you’re so friggin hot” and you do a tiny little lick up the underside of his shaft, and the noise that comes from his throat: all strangled and desperate and pathetic and it only spurs you on further. so now you have one hand wrapped around the base and your lips suction cupped around his tip, your tongue teasing at his slit as he moans above you and tells you how good it feels, how wet and warm and soft you are.

and then you’re reaching your other hand a bit lower, down to his balls, and you’re just testing a theory at first, trying to grab them both in one hand and giving them a curious little squeeze, and he’s doubling over, leaning against the door behind you, forearms holding him up and hands running through his hair as his forehead thuds against the door and his eyes squeeze shut, a little whimper rips through his throat. and now you’ve got him. you grab one ball and roll it teasingly in your fingers and he’s practically crying at how sensitive he is, at this feeling he’s never even thought was possible . and he’s blubbering and whining like “oh oh oh god wh- oh shit what’re you doing—” as you grab the other one and he cuts off with another needy whimper. and now you’re popping off of the poor, red tip of his cock, and kissing a line down the underside of his shaft to his balls<3 your tongue taking a tentative lick at the skin there, and he swears he’s never felt anything better in his life. he’s leaning his whole body forward now, his hips pushing you back into the door behind you as he tries to grind into your mouth. he’s groaning out pathetic little “ugh hngh hnghhhh’s” in the back of his throat and his jaw is so so clenched and his hands are practically tearing out his hair, but he needs more. needs your mouth on him. now…. but you still wanna play with him. just a little. so you let go of his cock completely and grab his two, huge thighs at the sides of your head, and then slowly, so slowly, lean down to take one ball into your mouth, and he just absolutely loses it. his hips are pressing you flush against the door now, completely smothering you, no room to move, and he’s letting out a pathetic, needy “please— oh god please” against his arms and he sounds so so pretty begging, so you give him what he wants.

your one hand comes up to grip at his shaft and jerk him off just a bit as the other hand focuses on the tip, and your mouth just works on moving between one ball to the other. it’s a bit difficult, but it’s worth it to hear kurt’s desperate little pleas above you. he doesn’t even know what he’s saying. something about “oh god please” and “shit don’t stop” and “gonna cum so so hard” and you just chuckle a little at how needy he is, even when you’re the one on your knees in front of him. and the little vibrations against his sack from your laughing is what does him in. now his fists are pressing against the door and he can’t shut up (just spewing out “thank you” and “feels so good” and “s’too much” over and over) his eyes are squeezed shut so hard his head hurts, and he’s cumming loads. like, rope after rope of cum, so so messy so so thick. in your hair and against the door and on your face and all over your hands. you’re all sticky, but you’re not letting up, sucking at him even harder and rubbing at his tip even faster to drag out his orgasm as long as possible:)

when he finally calms down and opens his eyes, his vision is blacking out a bit and his legs won’t stop shaking, but when he looks down at you and sees the mess all over your face, he swears he could cum again if you forced him<3

[saotoru]

your "how they eat it" hc fic with the dmc boys has me ROLLING. dante and nero are my top faves and you write them so well i can NOT deal with it 😭 and ur puppyboy!leon is just. GOD i love ur writing i literally need to put pb leon in my mouth and chew on him so bad i love submissive men and they u write him just has me all giggly and leg kick-y

omfg THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! that is so incredibly kind of you to say and u have no idea how happy this makes me <333

chewing on puppy leon is so real 😭 he’s rotting my brain rn, i too wanna squeeze him til he pops

[kuromochimi]

“I paid $200 for an oil change” prank

Ryuguji ken, Mitsuya Takashi, Kazutora Hanemiya, Hanma Shuji

Content & Warnings: fluff (disclaimer that I don’t know much about bikes too)

Ryuguji Ken / Draken

“Ken, didn’t you say you needed to get an oil change for your bike? I paid for it in advance so you can have a slot, let’s go there later”

“Oh? Thanks, angel. How much do I owe you?”

“Two hundred dollars”

“WHAT?!”

“you didn’t have to shout like that, ken” you sent a pout his way, causing his expression to soften immediately but he nearly popped a vein with what you said

“yn, did you just pay two hundred dollars for an oil change?”

“Yes, and?”

“And? And that’s too much! That’s days worth of allowance!”

“You don’t have to pay me back, you know?”

“That’s not the issue here”

You couldn’t hold your laugh any longer and you let it out. A barrage of giggles. Draken slightly tilted his head for a while ‘til he realized what was going on. He made his way to you, draping you on his shoulders and squeezing you in a bear hug.

“I swear if I didn’t love you I’d be so mad right now but you’re too cute to get mad at”

Mitsuya Takashi

“Baby, remember when I borrowed your bike yesterday?”

“Mhm, what about it?” He answered you while he was inspecting his bike before you two could go on a little ride.

“I took it for an oil change”

“That so? Do I owe you anything?”

“No not really, it’s fine, you get me lots of nice things anyway. You get this for free”

“But how much was it though?”

“ two hundred dollars” you said with as much innocence and nonchalance you could muster while holding in your laugh

Mitsuya’s face immediately went from happy and adoring to blank and frustrated.

“I’m sorry love, what did you just say?” You could sense him trying to calm himself when he asked you

“Two.. hundred dollars”

Mitsuya stood up, heading for the door

“For an oil change? They scammed you, come on let’s head over there now. What were they thinking deceiving you like that, what kind of shop even does that. It’s so-“

“Hey takashi, it’s a prank” you hugged him from the back, stiffing your laughs by snuggling your face on his back while your arms were wrapped around his torso. Mitsuya let out a heavy sigh before laughing along with you. “I knew you wouldn’t be deceived so easily” he said.

Kazutora Hanemiya

“Tora, me and baji went to the repair shop yesterday but he had an emergency at home so I had to wait for his bike and pay for it first, can you come with me to his place so I could get my money back?”

“I can pay for it for him. We’re going to meet later anyway. I pay you and he pays me”

“Okay, sounds good”

“How much was it?”

“Two hundred dollars”

“Okay let me jus-, wait how much again?”

“Two hundred dollars”

“You’re taking me to that shop right now. This instance. Let me show them what they’re going to get for taking advantage of you like that”

Despite this being a prank, even you got a bit scared of how annoyed kazutora was so you chose to cute the prank short. You gave him a kiss on the cheek before admitting:

“Hey babe, it’s a prank, calm down”

“God yn you almost got me there”

“I DID get you”

“So were you really with baji yesterday though?”

“Why, are you jealous?”

“No but I’m about to smack that guy’s face, he said he was too busy to finish a project with me but he had time to get his bike fixed”

Hanma Shuji

“Shu, I think I’m really getting a hang of this bike thing”

“How so?”

“See yesterday, an old classmate of mine said maybe I should get an oil change at his shop, he even gave me a discount”

“An oil change? baby you’ve had that thing for what? 3 months? It definitely did not need an oil change. How much did you have to pay for that?”

“two hundred dollars”

Hanma looked a you in disbelief

“What’s the name of that classmate? where does he live and where is his shop at? Just going to give him a little visit”

“You look mad, baby” you cupped his face with your hands, trying your best to reach him since he was significantly taller than you.

He didn’t show traces of calming down so you came clean while still holding his face in your hands

“shu, it’s a prank, jesus christ you’re always so riled up, aren’t cha?” you gave him a kiss which calmed him down, together with the fact that you didn’t really pay for an oil change you didn’t need.

[jackrrabbit]

just spike with an so who loves to tempt him- accidentally cutting her finger, scraping her knee, biting her lip a tad to hard all because she wants to see him lose his composure.

babe you're soooo right omg ok. yes. wait lemme think. uhh i'll hit that cw blood kink/vampire shit/purity kink/light sacrilege for ya (also 18+, f!reader, the usual)

it just seems like you're clumsy, right? little pet, always tripping and skinning your knee. scraping raw patches onto your palms. spike smells it, 'course he does, that sweetbitter sting in the air, fresh blood. he smells it like a shark smells dinner. he'll hear you hiss under your breath and see the dots of red prick up under your skin, and he'll feel himself salivating.

you'll wipe the dirt off your hands and when you look up at him, you'll frown. and spike won't realize til later that his face changed. went all vamp on you. he didn't mean to but really, love, you just smell so good.

and oh dear, it keeps happening.

you turn the page in an old book and the edge of the paper slices through the pad of your finger. such an innocuous weapon, and yet your face crinkles up like it actually hurts. humans, really, how do they survive? but maybe it's just you, his precious little doll, always breaking into pieces. you make yourself bleed on paper for fuck's sake. you hold your hand up to check and spike's next to you so he sees the pale streak of the cut before blood wells up underneath.

all dark and shiny. it's just a little but spike can almost taste it, the smell is so rich. he's off the human stuff (butcher's blood only, wifey's orders) and anything less than the best really isn't the same. he's never tasted yours but it must be like...well, there isn't any comparison, is there? blood isn't just food for a vampire. it's life, it's death, it's everything human, everything he wants, everything he wants to destroy, except he never wants it to end...

well, maybe there is a comparison. maybe that's how it feels when he's inside you, when your cunt is squeezing him like a vice, trying to suck him dry, when you're crying and whining and seizing up and shaking underneath him, so close to breaking (not that he'd let you) and yet you're still begging him to fuck me harder, please spike! please!

maybe you could understand. a bit. spike just wants to know how it tastes, just once, just a little taste. he can control himself. just once?

spike opens his mouth to ask but you open yours too and pop your finger in, licking the papercut clean yourself.

he swallows. "imitating the undead now, are we? you know, if you wanted to be a vampire, all you had to do was ask nicely."

"don't be jealous," you say absently, still thumbing through the book even though you should be paying attention, you should see the way spike's looking at you, like he wants to eat you alive, like you're the pure light of the sun and he wants to burn under you.

he is jealous. jealous of the taste of blood in your mouth. jealous that your lips, your tongue, were wrapped around your own finger and not put to more productive use. spike moves a bit behind you, places his hands on the table in front of you on either side of your hips and fits himself to your back. "how's it taste, then, pet?"

"...i don't know. like copper?"

"pearls before swine," spike tells you, all of that arrogance tempered in affection, and now you turn around. he kisses you. feels that shimmer of purifying sunlight prickling where his mouth touches yours, a metaphor for good against evil that would seem nauseatingly poetic if it weren't also true.

but he doesn't taste the blood. and he wants to.

the next time, it's your lip. and you must've known he couldn't help it then, yes? you underneath, back flush against the bedsheets, rocking back and forth when spike fucks into you; your legs on his shoulders, your hands pinned under the weight of his; this place where he feels paradoxically closest to both god and the devil: your bed your body your skin your cunt.

you're whimpering, stuttering out his name the best you can. such a little fighter, you take it so well. "good," he laughs, euphoric, rapturous, the chain around his neck almost touching your bare chest as he leans in to lay his weight down on you. "so loud, love. let me hear you cum on my cock."

and then because you're so terribly disobedient, you pout. turn your head to the side and bite your lip—til it bleeds.

spike's only a few inches from you. that smell. he wants to live inside it, inside you. he's already concentrating on keeping his face human but now it's harder—every instinct in his body (above the belt, at least) is telling him to make you bleed, more more more. taste it taste it. he wants this like he wants you, all of you, wants to be bleached clean in your virtue and stained red in your sin.

but he just needs a little. just that one taste. spike leans in and licks over that stripe of blood dyeing your mouth red and feels it, the searing light of you, closing around him and making him—well, maybe not good, he'll never be good. but he's yours, and he would choose that over paradise.

[diesukitsuki]

hi hi! 💜 Anon, again! i was just laying on my bed and this concept appeared in my head:

bkg totally spoils you. He's always saying that "you like stupid stuff like this, so I brought this to you, idiot" or that he absolutely don't spoils you, but come on, he does, and does it a LOT.

Stuffed animals (if you like them), very expensive clothes and jewelry (he likes to see you feeling pretty), doesn't matter the price, and he always have some gifts for you, to compensate being a hero and saving the day too much and leaving for too long

He knows it's not going to erase it, however, when his gifts put a smile into your face, he just can't help but spoil you.

p.s: maybe I'm working on another concept that I'll like to give to you, dear Novah, as a gift S2 mwah!

Sorry this took too long to get to,, //also can’t wait to see what you have in store 🥺🥺❤️❤️//

note;; this came out of my ass ❤️ so this isn’t my best post..

warning;: not proof read , lowkey rambling, a little bit so smut at the end, 18+, Blogs w/ no age indicators and minors DO NOT INTERACT

I love bakugou who spoils his baby.. He’s just so.. sigh.. ❤️

Maybe it’s just me but I think Bakugou’s very honest with his feelings..Like he’s such an honest person— a little too honest sometimes, and it’s kind of hard to imagine him holding back his thoughts and emotions ..

Like, It’s so stupid hard for him to not hold back his feelings—even if they do come out a bit prickly and jagged to the point it’s unrecognizable. It doesn’t matter. As long as he knows that he’s telling the truth, and that’s he’s expressing his feelings honestly. He’s okay with it.

So when he gets with you, his heart (and brain) can’t fathom the bouquet of emotions blooming in him. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he kinda gets aggressive. The way people have to ease their muscles when they see a cute, helpless animal, not wanting to have it explode in their hands.

He just.. god, he likes you so fucking much it’s stupid. He’s aching to just squeeze you til you pop, give you kisses that bruise, shake you around because fuck, you’re so evil for making him feel like this…like he’s threatening to burst whenever you pop up in his head so innocently.

He’s a little horrified with himself, to be frank. Under his observations, he’s always noticed that Love is supposed to be delicate. The passing couples he’s seen on his patrols were always so close, so comfortable, so peaceful. It makes him feel like he’s utterly insane for feeling so passionately violent for you.

So he starts spoiling the shit out of you just so he can get the urge to smother you with his love out of his system. You had to make him stop buying you shit that you’ve mentioned once—and forgotten about—in a conversation, because they were items that you really didn’t need and, at times, wanted.

Once, you’ve, offhandedly, said that you like having him close to you because it feels like you have a body guard. You don’t notice it at first, but he takes your casual statement a little too seriously and starts hovering around you when the two of you hung out, growling and snarling at any potential threat— or anyone who stand three feet away from you. When you told him you weren’t serious, he would stop talking to you for the whole day because he was embarrassed.

The one thing you didn’t complain about was how generous he was in bed, giving into all of his violent emotions into fucking you. He’d make sure you were boneless and halfway to heaven before he was done with you. He’d devour your sweet and pretty cunt, fucking you with his thick fingers as he licked and sucked your clit, making youre all sloppy and wet for him. He’d make sure to give you all of his cock, never teasing to give you half of it. He wants to see you stuffed with him, with his cock, with his love. Whenever he has the chance to, he would give in and squeeze you tightly against his chest as he rammed his cock into you, splitting you in half.. He’d kiss and bites all over your body, making sure the bruises stain your skin. He’d literally give his all to you since it’s his only time to express how you make him feel.

He’ll make sure you know it.

[writerloz]

As I Say

pairings: haitani ran, fem reader

warnings: 18+, smut, oral sex, light bondage, praise kink, baton insert

repost from my ao3

You check yourself one last time in the full length mirror at Bonten headquarters. Mini skirt, platform boots, and red lips; Ran's favourite look on you.

Tonight, you decided you were the one in charge. That didn't happen often, matter of fact it literally never happened. Ran is dominant in all aspects of life, so naturally that continued in the bedroom.

You had a plan though, and you were going to see it through. Handcuffs in one hand, you stroll out of Bonten's bathroom and into Ran's office with a sultry smirk on your face.

Ran was sat on the couch, legs spread, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as you entered, and a small smile played on his lips.

"Ya look beautiful."

You smile back a 'thank you.'

You're walking over to Ran with a purpose, and he knows it.

Reaching him, you gently take the whiskey from his hand, placing it on the table. You push him back onto the couch and throw your leg over, straddling him, taking both of his wrists with you.

"Hmm, what's this baby?"

Just his voice is enough to make you weak in the knees, but you have to see this through.

You lean up slightly, manoeuvring his arms backwards to cuff him to the back of the couch.

Once Ran realises you're about to restrict him, he tenses up. You lock eyes for what feels like forever, a million thoughts rushing through Ran's head.

'Why is she tying me up?'

'I won't be able to defend myself'

'What if it's a set up?'

You understood that look, and while it pained you slightly, you knew Ran's hesitance was most likely based on previous experiences. After a minute of silent questioning, Ran reluctantly loosened up, allowing you to lock the cuffs. He gave you one last long look, letting you know that he trusted you.

All negative thoughts out the window, you lean in to kiss Ran gently on the lips. Those gentle kisses turning more and more feral each time he kisses you back.

Pulling back for air, you look into his lilac eyes. He seems nervous yet surprised, and he's hiding it well. After all, you never get a chance to be in control like this, so he doesn't quite know how to react.

You run your hand along Ran's suit shirt, deciding it's time for that to come off. Once unbuttoned, you run your manicured nails over his skin, raising goosebumps. Your index finger grazes his nipple, and for the first time tonight Ran loses a tiny bit of composure.

He shoots you a serious look, almost like he hates what you're doing to him but he doesn't want you to stop. And you won't stop, because you're having way too much fun.

Leaning closer, you start kissing your way up Ran's jaw, making your way to his neck. Biting gently, Ran stiffens, moving his head to the side. You grab his jaw with your hand and pull his head back to it's original position. You lick the spot you just bit, and then suck hard.

"Y/N! No marks."

You chuckle slightly, knowing how much Ran hates you leaving little love bites, even though your body is littered in his.

"I thought I was in charge?" you whisper back.

And that you were. You suck the same spot over and over again, making sure to leave your mark on him.

Ran suddenly leans forward, making you jump.

"Wait 'til I get out these cuffs."

You try and hold back your smile, honestly you couldn't wait until those cuffs came off because you knew exactly what Ran would do to you.

You slowly lean back, looking straight at Ran. Leaning in to kiss him, you half expect him not to kiss you back in response to the marks you left on him, but you soon feel his tongue slip into your mouth, and him moaning into the kiss.

Leaning back further, you move from your straddled position and kiss your way down Ran's exposed body until you're in between his legs. You tap his hips, silently asking him to lift up so you can take off his suit pants.

Once his pants are down enough, you lean in and kiss his clothed cock, earning a sharp inhale. You look up at Ran, and see that his eyes are laser focused on your lips.

'Good', you think to yourself. You hook your fingers into his boxers and pull them down, Ran's hard dick springing out. You take him into your hand. His tip is bright red, dick pulsating every now and then. Slowly, you start to stroke him, loving the way Ran closes his eyes and throws his head back.

You move your hand some more, and then you wrap your lips around the tip of Ran's cock, and he lets out a long deep moan. You suck the tip hard, then take all of him in your mouth, moving down slowly until your throat constricts and you gag on his cock.

Ran looks down at you, mouth open in awe at how well you take him.

You bob your head up and down, nose tickled by his pubic hair, and each time Ran is looking at you with a look of pure lust on his face. Coming up for air, you detach your mouth with a 'pop', and a string of saliva still attached.

"Hah- fuck. Keep that up and I'm gonna cum, baby."

Ran coming is exactly what you wanted, but ending this so early was not an option.

You can feel your panties, cold and wet from your juices. You need some sort of release and you need it now.

Making your way back up, you get back into your straddling position, now feeling Ran's unclothed cock pressing against your clothed pussy. The feeling of him against you but not inside you is almost too much. You start to grind on Ran's cock, moaning into his neck.

"Untie me."

"No."

"Y/N, untie me."

Part of you really wanted to, but you're not done yet. And you don't appreciate his demanding tone when you're the one in charge.

You lean back into Ran's neck, still grinding down on him, and roughly suck another love bite onto him.

Ran jerks forward out of frustration, turning his head and biting down onto the side of your neck. Hard.

You yelp in response, not expecting Ran to be so rough with you considering you had him tied up. You quickly remembered to never underestimate your lover.

Staring into Ran's eyes, a mixture of shock and pleasure running through you. Ran is staring back at you, serious and needy.

"Baby, please."

You slide off of Ran, and lean your elbows onto the glass table behind you. Your skirt rides up, and you let it. Ran is watching your every move, but you can tell he's unsure of what you're going to do next. Keeping your eyes locked, you slowly spread your legs, Ran's eyes averting to your visibly soaked pussy. Your fingers creep over to your panties, pulling them to the side. Then, making sure Ran is focused on you, you insert your middle finger.

Your head lulls back, your pussy finally feeling some sort of friction. You can feel Ran's eyes on you; you know he's watching, so you put on a show.

You pull your middle finger out, watching it glisten in the dimly lit room, then you push it back in, along with your ring finger. You start slowly, but you can feel the pressure build up inside you, and you can't deny yourself release any longer. Your movements gain speed. Looking back up, you see Ran with his mouth open, eyes laser focused on your pussy. His dick is throbbing at this point, both of you needing to come soon.

Your fingers slow, and you pull them out, placing them into your open mouth and sucking.

"Oh my fucking god." Ran says, breath hitching, becoming visibly more and more impatient.

Reaching over, your hand grazes over Ran's baton.

Shock is the best way to describe Ran's reaction. His eyes are on you. If you do what he thinks you're going to do with his baton, he might just explode.

Grabbing the weapon, you run it down your body, grazing over your pussy lips slightly.

"Keep your eyes on me." you tell Ran, his thoughts confirmed as you slowly insert his baton into you.

It's thick and cold, not nearly as good as Ran's cock, but you're so needy just about anything will do at this point. The friction inside you feels so good, baton pumping inside you at an increased pace. Your hand moves quickly, and you feel your favourite type of relief approaching. A few more pumps of Ran's baton and you're squirting all over the glass table, strings of your sticky juices reaching Ran.

"Baby, hah-- get up here and untie me right now."

Your thoughts are blurred, the release you just felt was amazing, but you've never needed Ran's cock inside of you more than you do at this moment.

You quickly get up, legs still shaking and slightly dazed as you fumble over Ran's constraints.

"Come on baby, please."

He's rushing you, and you're trying but your hands are shaking with anticipation. Finally, you hear the click of the cuffs and Ran lunges forward, grabbing you by your thighs and leading you to the bigger couch. He throws you down harshly, your body still coming to terms with your very recent orgasm. Before you know it, your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his dick is plunged deep inside you.

You moan loudly. You've fucked Ran plenty of times but this time was on another level.

He pulls out slowly, then pushes back inside. His hand around your neck, squeezing every so often, making sure you're looking at him.

"Look at me. Look at what you've done." he pants out in between thrusts. "I can't stop, baby. I can't fucking stop."

Your head goes fuzzy, the lack of oxygen getting to your brain is intense, but the feeling of your orgasm building is stronger.

"You gonna squirt again?"

You can't respond. He knows that, he just likes teasing you.

"My little pet gonna squirt for me? Come on, get me all messy."

You can't take it anymore, Ran's teasing tone and the way he's pounding into you is enough to make you do as he says. You squirt one more time, covering both your bodies in your juices.

Ran's pace continues, you try and push him away, the aftermath becoming too much for you.

"Ran, please. I can't-- anymore."

"You can take it." Ran says as he leans down, covering you in sloppy kisses. He holds you by your jaw, making you keep your mouth open while he spits into it.

He's turning you on so much, and after all the pleasure you've received, you realise that Ran hasn't come yet. He's not done with you.

Suddenly, Ran flips you over onto your front, placing a pillow underneath you to raise your ass slightly.

"I'm gonna fuck you some more, and you're gonna take it."

You're so aroused at this point, Ran could suggest literally anything and you'd be up for it. He grabs your hips, pulling you back into him. You feel the tip of his cock against your dripping pussy, slowly entering you.

You gasp. You're fucked out but for some reason you don't want to stop either. Ran starts roughly ploughing into you, showing your pussy no mercy. He runs his hands over your ass and spreads your cheeks. You feel a wet drip going straight down your ass, and soon after Ran's thumb circling your back entrance.

You tense up, now it's you that has no idea what Ran is going to do next.

His thumb dips into your ass and you cry out in pleasure, both your holes being pumped by Ran. Soon after, Ran's thumb leaves your ass and in replacement you feel a cold, metal stick.

"Ran!"

"Shush, baby. Just relax."

You do as your told. A few seconds later, Ran's baton enters your ass. It feels much bigger than it did in your pussy, and you're senses are so overwhelmed that you don't know how to react.

Ran sets the pace of the baton in his hand, and when he's happy, he fucks into your pussy with relentless speed.

"That's my good girl. I knew you could take it, baby."

You cry out one last time, fingers gripping the couch underneath you as you come on Ran's dick. The feeling of Ran's hot seed being pumped into you only increases your pleasure.

All you can hear is both yours and Ran's heavy breathing, coming down from that whole experience. Ran slowly removes the baton from your ass, in love with the way your hole restricts around nothing. Just as he's about to pull out, you reach behind you, holding him in place.

He eyes you up, slightly confused at what you're implying.

"We're not done yet."

Ran's eyes light up, a sadistic smirk crossing his face as he slowly begins pumping back into you.

[sasukelore]

Headcanons of deku, baku, and todo for how they are while giving 🧠??? 😌

summary ↳ the future big three and how they give head

authors note ↳ I had a lot of fun writing this! I tried a slightly new writing style, So I hope you like it ❤️

characters ↳ Izuku midoriya, Katsuki bakugou, Shouto todoroki

warnings ↳ oral sex, degradation, temperature play (shouto), hints of sub virgin izuku

Izuku definitely would always want to make you feel good, but he’d usually be to shy to initiate it

A little nudge from you, to show that you want him, would ease his nerves as he fidgets with the hem of your shirt. Maybe try to take off an article of his clothing? Just to show that you want him and to make him feel more comfortable

He’d nervously laugh about him never doing this before, but always wanted to, and to tell him to stop if he’s doing something wrong, which he won’t. He’s so inexperienced, you being one of if not the first for him, in terms of sex in general

He’d be shaking as he fidgets his fingers to pull down your little frilly pastel panties, blushing at the way you clench your wet hole on nothing

It would take Izuku just a minute to really get a technique down. He’s experimenting with everything, what his hands are doing, how he moves his tongue. He’s so cute when he’s the one whimpering against your slit all shyly.

He’d be taking notes internally though, occasionally looking up to see your facial expression, furrowed eyebrows and your eyes scrunched up.

He’d give your thighs a reassuring squeeze as you start to twitch and shake in his grasp. He’d get better and better and more confident along the way.

He’ll tell you what a good girl you are for him, and him only. And how good your legs opened for his mouth. His sweet princess, he’s so proud of you.

But the sub in him will need a lot of praise tbh, he needs to know he’s doing a good job or else his movements will become hesitant and unsure

Baby will try so hard 🥺 gold medal. But honestly he doesn’t even need to, it comes so naturally to him he’ll have your back arching in a couple of minutes

He’ll ask you more boldly if it feels good, his top lip moving against against your nub. Your hair sprawled out on the pillow all messy makes you look like an angel. He’ll zone out looking up at you, but his mouth doesn’t stop.

He’ll tell you how good you taste, how pretty you are. He’s so soft with you.

He’s definitely a pleaser rather than the one getting pleased in everything. Tbh he might neglect himself if you let him

Bakugou has been eating you out since day one. He probably tried to get a taste after the first date. He’d want you so bad, he already had been from the moment he saw you, with your innocent doe eyes and rosy cheeks.

He’s so fucking cocky about it too. The way he swirls his tongue around your throbbing clit and how he makes big fat tears roll down your cheeks, and your tongue loll out sloppily

He definitely makes you put on a little show for him. So everytime he looks up to your cloudy eyes, they’re crossed. And he just knows you’re seeing stars, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

Bakugou definitely wouldn’t be shy or vanilla. And that’s only because he could fantasize about it for hours, all the ways he could make you come undone while he’d have his mouth on you.

He’s sloppy with it, he doesn’t have a set motion he uses on you. You might feel some teeth gnashing against your bud, as he aggressively licks and sucks your soul out all the way down and into his mouth.

Your thighs will have scratches and bruises, and marks from when he set off his quirk, because bakugou goes absolutely feral... Slapping your thigh constantly til it’s all red and purple with his hand prints.

He’ll just get rougher and rougher- I’ll just go ahead and pray for you because when Bakugou wants to, he’ll overstimulate you to the point where you’ll beg for him to just hurry up and fuck you already, and how it’s too much for you.

Growling. Into. You. He’ll send vibrations through you, which will once again, overstimulate. He loves watching your eyes roll back and beg him that you can’t take take anymore

“You’ve done it before so you’re doing it a- fucking-gain, princess.” He’ll say as he looks up, making his eyes bore into your pleading ones

Legs will be sore, jaw will be sore from screaming, Bakugou’s scalp will be sore from when you grabbed and tugged (he’ll give you grief for it later...)

Shouto is the most curious out of the boys! God, he’s so blunt and straight forward about what he wants...

He always asks you to try new things, and oral is one of the first things he’d ask if he can try on you 🥺

But the thing about Shouto is that when he asks he usually means he wants to do something immediately.

So, when you’re in the empty common room... He may or may not try to pull your panties down from under the skirt, his wrists grazing the hem.

Try to be quiet and you’ll get a reward.

God, he’d love having your squishy thighs squeezing his head. He wants to be suffocated.

He’s pretty delicate with almost every movement he makes. Fluid motions with his tongue and little thumb rubs to your inner thigh

He really wants to make it loving and careful, and not as much edging, rough and careless. He values intimacy with you too much.

He’d be able to go all night if you let him, you’ll be like?? Sir, does your jaw not hurt??

Speaking of, if you think he won’t make his tongue hot to cold in an instant if you keep squirming, you’re happily mistaken.

Of course, does he really think that making your little pretty core gush with heat will make you squirm any less? No...

But the truth is he loves watching you buck up into his mouth as if your life depends on it.

He’ll throw it right back in your face that you said his jaw isn’t tired? But what about your hips, baby? Are those not tired either?

He has this sweet little condescending attitude that makes him seem like he’s so endearing, when in actuality he’s actually imagining every possible way to make you convulse and sing his name.

Letting him eat you out is just giving him time to think about it some more. There’s so many ideas that pop into his head in such a short amount of time, in which he’ll already have you wrapped around his freezing cold finger he’ll have plans to use later.

[havin-a-wee]

hey! I am obsessed with ur writing and I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where you are best friends with Harry and you are REALLY horny and are cuddling with him and you get wet n stuff through your panties and he notices and offers to help? thank you SO MUCH ily🥰

Postitions

warnings: oral (female receiving)

word count: 2.5k

hi! sorry this took so long but i’m rlly proud of how it came out so i hope you like it !

“Harry get in here!” 

Your best friend popped his head in the door to your bedroom with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“What are you smiling about?” Harry only ever made that kind of face when he was up to something, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with one of his ‘surprises’ tonight. 

Instead of answering your question, he just stepped fully in the door, his hand gripped a tub of ice cream in your favorite flavor. You shot up from laying down and returned his dopey smile, your body filled with excitement. 

“I forgot I had brought this in the car.” he shrugged his shoulders with the ice cream still in his palm as he made his way to the bed. 

“Did yo-” Before you could finish your sentence, he held up two silver spoons with his other hand and you grabbed onto one of them quickly, eager to dig into your favorite treat. You pull open the plastic surrounding the cap with a satisfying zip and within a few moments your mouth has enveloped your spoon and the ice cream is melting in your mouth.

The two of you sit on the bed and eat the ice cream quietly for a minute, but once you have savored those first few spoonfuls you speak up. “So what movie are we watching?”

“I was thinking Call Me By Your Name because you said yesterday that you haven’t seen it yet,” Harry responds. You nod with the spoon sticking out of your mouth which made Harry giggle. He turns his attention to your nightstand and he grabs the small black remote and points it towards the large tv that is mounted on your wall. 

He clicks around a bit until he gets to Hulu, and from there he searches up the movie. Without saying a word, you both subconsciously shift into your favorite movie-watching position, which is when you lie down and Harry places his head between your thighs.

Yes, it is a more couple-y type of position, but it’s comfortable for both of you, and it allows for a good view of the tv. 

The first half of the movie went smoothly, and you found yourself quite invested in the story that was playing out on the screen. It was a cute love story between guys, but it had a bit of angstiness that kept you on your toes.

It was a little over halfway through when the scene arrived. At first there was a hand grabbing a peach off of a tree, which was a bit odd and out of place. But the pieces came together when the camera panned to Elio laying on his bed, and then to his hands creating a crater within the peach.

Now usually when a steamy scene began in the movies you watched with Harry, you contained yourself and we able to watch it without getting turned on. But there was something about the sensuality of the scene that sent a tingling down your spine and straight to your core.

It wasn’t until now that your brain registered that Harry’s head was placed right on the place that was currently warming up with your arousal. 

Even when the scene was over, you could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter. You were frozen in place, petrified due to the fact that Harry might be able to feel the difference in temperature. But your worries about Harry transferred to the aroused part of your brain, and you couldn’t help but to imagine him in the same scene that got you so worked up.

Even though he was your best friend, you still found him incredibly attractive. I mean, how could you not? But you realized about a year ago that it didn’t stop at simple attraction. You love Harry, as more than a friend, and that’s what makes this whole thing all the scarier.

You continued watching the movie but after a few more minutes your clit began to throb. It was at this point that you began debating going to the bathroom in your head, but you knew that there was no way you could be that quick. So, you made the tough decision to stick it out and pray that Harry doesn’t move his head.

Your prayers were not answered.

Your focus had been completely diverted from the movie and you were staring at a spot on the wall in a feeble attempt to distract yourself. But it was then that Harry adjusted his head from where it was laying between your legs. 

Almost as if on purpose, the back of his head pressed against your swollen button when he shifted, and despite your best efforts, a soft moan escaped your throat. 

You squeezed your eyes shut right after it happened, holding onto the small hope that he didn’t hear it. But when the weight of his head disappeared from where it was placed you knew that he did hear it. You opened your eyes slowly, to see him looking at you with a sly grin on his face. He had turned around fully to face you and was sitting on his knees, kind of like he was excited or anticipating something.

Before you could speak, he opened his lips that were still holding a bright grin and spoke.

“You okay?” You knew that he knew, and he was just testing the waters to see what reaction would make you the most comfortable. That was one of the many things you love about him, he always makes sure your comfortable.

“I’m really sorry I just-” Once again, he cut you off.

“S’fine Y/N, I’m the one who should be saying sorry.” His grin faded to a sympathetic smile as you lifted your head to meet your eyes with his. The two of you sat there in silence for a few seconds, before he spoke up again.

“Do you want some help?” You eyes shot up from where you were staring and you looked at him with wide eyes. His eyes went wide too and you could tell that he was scared of your reaction. “I-I mean only if you want to, if you don’t I can just lea-”

This time it was you who cut him off. “Harry..” Your voice was quiet, and you sighed his name, but it wasn’t in negative way. 

You placed your hands in front of you and pushed yourself up so your face was inches away from his. “Will you kiss me?” 

He nodded furiously and then his lips met yours. He tasted just like you had imagined, sweet and the best thing you had ever tasted. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you welcomed it openly and your lips mashed together sloppily. You mewled into his mouth as you felt his soft lips suck on yours. The kiss was filled with passion and excitement, and you could tell that you weren’t the only one who had been waiting for this for a long, long time.

He pushed you back while continuing to kiss you, laying you flat on the bed as he placed his body atop yours, propped up by his toned arms. He took the opportunity to begin sucking on your jaw, moving down to your neck. He sucked at bit vigorously at your soft skin and you moaned once again, but this time harder and with more neediness. 

Instinctively, your hands made their way down to his belt buckle, but his hand grabbed yours to stop you. Much to your dismay, he stopped his assault on your neck and looked into your eyes.

“None of that, m’takin care of you.” 

You bit your lip and nodded at his words. You had always found his voice sexy and hearing him say that to you caused you to squeeze your legs to try and get some kind of friction. 

He pecked your lips once more before averting his attention to the hem of your pajama top. He looked up at you for approval and you nodded, lifting up your arms as he peeled the garment away from your aching body. 

You weren’t wearing a bra, which Harry clearly had zero problems with, his head diving down as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, the other one tracing down your stomach. You jolted at the sudden sensation, your body quivering under his touch. 

He detached from your breast and worked at your bottoms, pulling off the flimsy shorts that covered the place that he really wanted to see. He latched two fingers onto the hem of your panties and looked up at you. You nodded once again, but he didn’t pull your panties down.

“Need to here y’say it Y/N. Need to hear y’tell me what y’want me to do to you”

“Please Harry,” you gasped. “Please take my panties off.”

Once again, he did not, but instead smirked at you as he watched you wriggle underneath him.

“What d’ya want me t’do when I take em off pet? Y’want my mouth on you? Y’want me to lick your pretty little cunt til’ you’re begging me to stop?”

“Yes, yes please!” He chuckled lightly before pulling your panties off in one quick motion. Instead of going right to what he desired, he began by sponging kisses from your collarbone down to your stomach until his head was placed right above your core. He took a second to admire your glistening heat and you watched his eyes filled with lust.

He lowered his head and placed his big hands on your thighs, lifting them up and over his shoulder so he has the best angle possible. All of a sudden you felt his tongue licking a stripe over your core. He then made small swipes at your throbbing clit, making you buck up onto his tounge. He moaned against you and you could feel the vibration against your core as he made work on your clit.

He sucked and bit on the sensitive nub, and you were putty in his hands. His mouth was magic, and you were falling apart under his touch. All of the pent-up sexual frustration he had caused you over the years melted away and all that you were thinking about was how good he was making you feel.

“Harry..fuck-oh my god” You stumbled on your words as your mind could only focus on the man who had his head between your legs. You felt him groan again you again and you shuddered at the feeling. The fact that he was enjoying this just as much as you was turning you on even more; if that was possible. 

You snaked your hands through the messy curls atop his head. He sucked harshly on your clit and you gripped onto his hair with such force that you were scared you were hurting him, but the moan he responded with calmed your nerves.

The sight of his head between your legs as he pleasured you was something you would never forget, and you also hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time you would get to see it. His tongue moved down to your folds and he began licking inside of you. You rolled your hips against his face while he licked your most sensitive area, and you could feel his hot breath hitting you clit which intensified the pleasure.

“So, so good” 

You could feel his lips curl into a smile against you as he buried himself in you. You maintained the tight grip on his curls, pulling harshly when did something that made you feel extra good.

His mouth moved back to your clit and he continued what he had been doing before, sucking and biting at it like he hadn’t eaten in a week. Your shouts of his name only encouraged him, making him go harder and faster every time. 

The knot in your stomach was tight, and it was a feeling that you knew, but hadn’t felt in quite a while. “Harry- I’m gonna-” you whispered shakily.

He pulled his mouth an inch away from your sopping cunt and mumbled hungrily. “C’mon baby, come on my tounge. I wanna taste you.” He dove back in and his tongue swiped across your walls. 

The pad of his thumb found its way to your aching clit and he rubbed it in quick circles while his tongue dipped inside of you once again.

The knot in your stomach burst and you arched your back as you reached your climax on Harry’s mouth. You saw star as he worked you down from your high, slowing his movements but not stopping. As soon as he removed his mouth from you your knees buckled and you collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily and trying to process what just happened.

You heard him laugh and you watched him slip your thighs off of his shoulders and come lay next to you. You rolled onto your side so you could face him, looking at his face for the first time since he found a place between your thighs.

His lips were glistening from your juices, and he smiled at you while he licked them up from around his mouth. The two of you lay on your sides staring at each other for a bit, but then it hit you.

“Wait Harry, I didn’t take care of you”

“S’fine love, I just wanted to make you feel good.”

It was almost bittersweet because you knew that he had to like you back in some regard, but you didn’t know if it was only sexual, or he wanted a romantic relationship like you did. 

You sat up, lost in your own thoughts in anxieties. He sat up quickly as well, and his face was riddled with concern.

“What’s wrong?” You could hear the fear in his voice, but you were scared because you couldn’t figure out why he was scared. 

“I just- what does this mean?”

Harry sighed and looked down at his lap, then looked back up at you. “I really like you Y/N. Like more than a friend. And I d’nknow if you feel the same, but judging by what y’just let me do, I think the feeling is mutual.” He smiled at the end, and you smiled right back.

“The feeling is mutual.” That was all you said before you leaned into him and kissed him again. This kiss was softer, more loving and affectionate than the kiss you had previously shared. He placed you on his lap, but it wasn’t sexual in nature. It was more of a ‘you’re all mine’ kind of gesture. 

He broke the kiss and the two of you looked down at each other with your smiles still bright and full. “Y’know I moved my head on purpose. I could feel you heated up.” His cheery smiled had turned into a cheeky grin as a blush color spread across your cheeks. You playfully slapped him in the shoulder and you both burst out into laughter. As your laughter subsided you leaned into his ear and whispered.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

[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