#they better not give her poly hair or I’m suing

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

AHHHHH!!!

Gen3 Venus doll leaks!!!

She looks so good!!!

When I heard that she was gonna be a “pink goth” I thought they were gonna make her skin pink, but I see what they meant now lol.

[bokuroskitten]

yooo the ddlg thingy w bo and kuroo was so so good, pls do a part 2 or another fic similar to that. i rlly rlly liked it, especially the poly relationship and the names ahhh 🥵

I’m glad you enjoyed it, Anon. Personally, it’s my favourite dynamic when I write. I’ve had this one saved for a while, so I thought I’d share. Enjoy the filth❦. 

Welcome Home. 

➪Genre: NSFW 18+  ➪warnings: Poly Relationship, DDLG Dynamics (Papa & Daddy title used), blow jobs, face fucking, hair pulling, gagging, praise and degradation kink, brat taming, penetrative sex (female receiving), falling into subspace ➪Character(s): Dom!Kuroo x Dom!Bokuto x Fem Reader ➪Summary: Kuroo comes home after work to find quite a surprise in the living room.  ➪Word Count: 2.7k ✯The most important part of these dynamics is trust & consent✯

“I’m home” Kuroo called out at the front door, a little pleased smirk slowly fading from his face as he received no response. He knew both You and Bokuto had the night off and was confused to hear silence.

That is until he heard a sharp breath, a subtle “fuck.”

Kuroo raised his brow, dropping his briefcase and kicking off the nice shoes you had bought him for his last birthday.

“(Y/N)?? Bo??”

“Living room.” Bokuto’s voice was tight when he spoke, concerning Kuroo even more as he suddenly felt the need to rush. “What’s the matter, Bo— “

Kuroo cut himself off, a slight flush rising on his cheeks as one of his signature laughs slipped past his lips.

“Well, I’ll be damned, right here in the living room huh?”

You were perched between Bokuto’s thighs, lips wrapped around the length of his cock and being held there by Bokuto’s hand, which gripped at your locks in a firm grasp. Your thighs trembled slightly, fingers curling into the fabric of the shorts Bokuto wore as you let out a choked little sob.

“She was being a bad girl~” Bokuto spoke with a little grin, loosening his grip a bit to allow you to slowly rise off his length. Kuroo approached tongue pressing over his bottom lip as he knelt down. It was only then that Bokuto allowed you to rise completely, strings of drool connecting your lips to Bokuto’s rock hard length as you let out a shaky breath.

“Were you being a bad girl for Bo baby? Hm?” Kuroo hummed softly, a smirk growing as you whined and attempted to lean into him, only for Bokuto to grip your hair once more and keep you in place.

“I-I...” You finally sputtered out as you caught your breath, a slow blush rising on your cheeks as Kuroo smoothed his thumb over your swollen lip. “Were you being a brat?”

You whined first before you answered, a breathy little “yes” slipping past his thumb before you took it between your lips, suckling it softly in an attempt to earn his affections. Kuroo had to bite back a groan that wanted to bubble free, tempted to keep his thumb between your lips had Bokuto’s raging cock hadn’t been bobbing and begging for attention right by his head. He pulled his thumb away with a pop, watching your lower lip tremble slightly as he stood.

“You know brats get punishments baby.” Was all he spoke before Bokuto groaned, tugging you back onto his cock. You whimpered, fists clenching back up in the fabric of his shorts as your head was pulled down low on his length, nose brushing against his pelvis as tears swelled in your eyes. Kuroo bit his lip at such a pretty sight before his tie was yanked by Bokuto. The males smashed their lips against one another, having them both groaning softly.

When Kuroo pulled back he chuckled softly, watching the hungry passion swell in Bokuto’s eyes as you choked on his cock, spit spilling past your lips and making a mess of the cushions beneath him. “She musta been real bad to get you going like this”

“Gunna fuck her pretty mouth,” Bokuto said in response, hand gripping your hair tighter as you choked a whine around his skin. “Since it was so fowl earlier”

Kuroo took a seat on the coffee table then, loosening up his tie and leaning back a bit to get a good view of the whole ordeal. “Well, fowl mouths do deserve a good fuckin’.” He repeated with a smirk, smoothing his palm over your trembling spine to make you squirm even more.

“Make sure she doesn’t touch herself. Only good girls get to do that.” Bokuto spoke through gritted teeth, rising your head just enough so you could take a large breath, chest trembling as your eyes fluttered and threatened to spill tears. Kuroo nodded and used his feet to push your thighs further apart, smirking when he felt the heat that was already built up under your skirt.

“‘m sorry... sorry for being a brat Papa...” You managed to whisper out, before Bokuto growled low in his chest, pushing your head back down and this time thrusting his hips forward, feeling his tip smack against the back of your throat.

“Now your words are all pretty huh? What happened to that little bratty attitude from earlier?” Bokuto grunted out, his eyes narrowing as his hips continued to thrust forward into your mouth. You took your punishment, tears spilling and drool bubbling you’re your swollen lips as you choked around his cock. Kuroo breathed deeply as he watched. Bokuto was always the rougher of the two, and watching the way he manhandled their partner had Kuroo tensing, his own length feeling constricted in his pants

“You gunna cum in her mouth, Bo? Yea, Washout that filthy mouth?” Kuroo purred, palm staying flush against your spine as he watched. Bokuto grunted out a response, gripping your hair tighter as he kept up the brutal pace, the sloppy sounds beginning to echo throughout the room.

“This what bad girls look like Kitty... mouth full of dick and eyes filled with tears,” Kuroo murmured, his nails slowly clawing down your back and earning a muffled sob, your fingers white around the fabric as you desperately swallowed down your boyfriend’s raging cock.

With a pace like this Bokuto knew he couldn’t last long. He thrust hard and fast, eyes rolling back a bit as he moaned. “Fuck- better swallow every drop, or we’ll do it again until you do birdy.” He sputtered between grunts, finally loosening his grip on your hair he thrust up one last time, tilting his head back in a moan as he came strings of white down your throat.

You whimpered, body trembling as you desperately swallowed him down. Bokuto kept himself between your warm lips a bit longer, moaning low as he felt your throat constrict around his dick. Slowly he pulled you off with a slick pop, tilting your head back so he could take hold of your chin instead.

“Lemme see.” He ordered, having Kuroo scramble to his side so he could see too, boys groaning in unison.

Your eyes swelled with tears, mascara running down your pretty face as you trembled. Your lips were swollen and a bit pink on the corners from being overstretched. Your chin was covered in drool, strings still clinging to you as you lulled your tongue out, mouth opening wide to reveal no cum was left in your mouth.

“Hmm good girl, you took your punishment so well baba.” Bokuto cooed, Kuroo humming in response as Bokuto smoothed his cock over the length of your tongue, watching the way you whined and softly wrapped your lips around his tip. You gave it a final suckle, settling for a kiss instead as you pecked along his length.

Bokuto shivered at such affection, reaching down to pull your trembling form into his lap instead. He smirked a bit as you clung to his thigh, core hot and damp as you mewled, gently rocking yourself along his thigh. Kuroo leaned in, smoothing his thumb over your cheekbone to wipe away from leftover tears and makeup.

“You did such a good job kitten, proud of you,” Kuroo mumbled, grinning a bit as you were quick to lean into him, continuing to ride along Bokuto’s toned thigh. He snaked a hand under your skirt, cupping your sex to feel the way it radiated against his palm.

“How’s your little cunny feel baba? You needa come now hm?” Bokuto spoke as he licked his lip, unable to hold back a playful grin as you nodded desperately, pressing your hips forward into his palm.

“Mhm, needa come, please Papa...” you murmured, head lulling a bit so you could nuzzle into Kuroo’s palm, eyes fucked out as you suckled one of his fingers. Kuroo groaned softly at such an action, feeling Bokuto’s palm smooth over the very obvious bulge in his slacks.

“Why don’t you fuck her babe? Still feelin’ a bit rough.” He leaned in so he could place a kiss against Kuroo’s earlobe. “I’ll save that for you later~” A shiver ran down Kuroo’s spine but he happily obliged, slowly pulling his fingers from your lips only to have you whining for attention.

“Don’t worry princess, Daddy’s gunna give it to you,” Kuroo reassured, standing so he could completely take off his tie and unbutton his work shirt. Bokuto took the opportunity to place a kiss against your swollen lips, easily scooping you up so your back was pressed flush to his chest. He eased his large palms over your thighs, hiking your skirt up in the process as he mumbled against your ear.

“Look at that wet little pussy... got off good on your punishment hm? You were such a good girl for Papa, so Daddy’s gunna give you a good treat okay birdy?” His voice had lightened, lost its edge from earlier as he nuzzled his nose into your hairline, gripping your thighs and pulling them further apart as you whined for any sort of friction. Kuroo shushed you softly, stripped of his work shirt and belt as he pulled himself free.

Bokuto couldn’t help but smirk as his rock-hard length, watching the way it bobbed once freed. “Looks like you got off on her punishment too.” Kuroo snickered at such a comment, cheeks a bit flush as he positioned himself properly. He leaned in to place a soft kiss against your cheek, lulling you back into focus as your eyes fluttered. He could tell the scene was getting overwhelming and had to reassure you.

“Don’t go just yet baby, I’m gunna make you feel good I promise.” He promised, palm smoothing over your soaking core. Kuroo and Bokuto watched with hungry eyes as he peeled away your panties, watching the way they desperately clung to your soaked pussy. You shivered as it was exposed, attempting to buck your hips forward only to be held fast by Bokuto.

“Relax baba.” He murmured, watching the way Kuroo gently brushed two fingers through your slit. “Let Daddy do all the work; you just sit here looking pretty for us.” You could only whimper in response, back arching a bit as Kuroo pressed against your clit, rubbing smooth circles on it with his thumb as his other hand coated his length in your slick, rubbed the tip against your folds.

“Please Daddy...” You murmured softly, one hand gripping tight to Bokuto’s forearm while the other reached for Kuroo, desperate to cling onto him. “Please Daddy please~” your speech was nothing but babbles at this point as Kuroo slowly pressed into you, groaning as your tight wet walls hugged perfectly around his length, sucked him in until his hips were flush against your trembling flesh.

“Shhh, you’re okay baby... Daddy’s gunna make you feel so good.” Kuroo promised, taking hold of your hand and intertwining their fingers as he slowly rutted within you. He went slow and deep, pausing every so often to feel the way your walls squeezed along him, milked him towards a high. You squeezed his hand tightly, head falling back onto Bokuto’s shoulder as you mewled from the pleasure, the tension slowly tightening in your core. Bokuto whispered words of encouragement against your hair, telling you how pretty you looked and how well you were doing.

His fingers gripped your thigh a bit tighter as Kuroo picked up his pace, biting on his lower lip as he watched the way your cunt swallowed Kuroo up greedily. His free hand smoothed over your throat, fingers slipping within your mouth which you happily took. You moaned around thick digits, suckling happily as you began to tremble. The knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter as Kuroo fucked into you.

“You have such a pretty pussy kitten. So perfect for my cock. You gunna cum soon?” Kuroo spoke between grunts, squeezing your hand tight as his thumb pressed to your clit. You were practically squealing against Bokuto’s fingers, tears swelling in your eyes once again as you reached your high. Kuroo wasn’t far behind, sweat gathering on his hairline as he pounded into you, hips rolling so he could rub along your sweet spot.

“Cum on Daddy’s cock birdy.” Bokuto encouraged, his fingers slowly pumping within your mouth as drool dribbled around his digits. His fingers gripped tighter to your thigh, pulling back on it as he pressed his lips to your cheek. Kuroo groaned in delight, pressing his forehead to Bokuto’s other shoulder as he rocked harder into you, feeling himself come undone.

The feeling of his warmth spilling within you sent you off the edge, eyes rolling back as you too finished. You squeezed his cock, spilling along his length and making a mess between the three of them. Kuroo’s thrusts became lazy, as he allowed both himself and you to ride out the high. You were completely dazed, fucked out, as you slumped into Bokuto. He hummed, slipping his fingers from your swollen lips and pulling your hair away from your forehead.

“You did such a good job birdy... taking Daddy’s cock like that,” Bokuto murmured. He ran a hand through Kuroo’s messy hair, grinned as he lifted up his head, placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.

Kuroo straightened up, slowly pulling out of you and groaning at the sight of the mess they created in Bokuto’s lap, the way your thighs trembled, and your pussy clenched at the air. He chuckled a bit as your face turned into the crook of Bokuto’s neck, eyes fluttering.

“You okay baby? Come back to us (Y/N) ...” he spoke softly, palm smoothing over your used core as Bokuto sat up a bit, nuzzling you gently. You had fallen deep into subspace, eyes glazed with tears and body trembling within Bokuto’s lap. Bokuto wrapped his arms around you, swaying you gently as you finally whimpered. “There you are baba; you feel okay love?”

Kuroo pulled his now soft length back into his pants, smiling softly as you let out a soft noise, curling into Bokuto’s lap. “Mhm... felt good.” You mumbled; your eyes still dazed. Bokuto sighed in approval gently patting your back. “Good. You gunna be a good girl for me now?” He asked expectantly, grinning a bit as a blush rose on your cheeks, feeling you nod against his skin.

“Well, that was a lovely welcome home gift.” Kuroo purred, running his fingers through damp hair. “Gunna shower, wanna join kitten? I’ll clean you and put you to bed.” You perked up a bit at such a suggestion, mewling as you squirmed a bit against Bokuto, held your arms out to Kuroo. The action had him cooing softly, easily pulling you from Bokuto to hold you against his chest.

“Such a good baby.” He snickered. Huffing a bit as he adjusted you, he began to walk around the couch and towards the bathroom. His free hand smoothed over Bokuto’s head, fingers running through damp hair as Bokuto sunk into the couch cushions. A little smirk twitched on Kuroo’s lips as he leaned in, saw the bulge still tenting up in Bokuto’s sports shorts. He got up close to the grey-haired ear, tongue slowly poking along his lobe as he whispered.

“After I put baby to sleep, I’ll come back prepped, ass up and ready for you.” Kuroo purred low, earning a pleased grunt from Bokuto as he grinned in response. “Now that will be a fuckin treat.”

The boys were interrupted when you whined against Kuroo’s neck, legs tightening up around him a bit. “Sleepy.” You mumbled, earning a pleased little huff from both of the boys. You became so soft, so whiny after falling into subspace. But the boys didn’t mind, they enjoyed babying you as much as you let them.

“Okay kitten okay, we’re going.” He spoke as he patted your rear affectionately, placing a kiss against Bokuto’s lips that was soft and full of desire. Yet he still walked away, a smirk on his face as he held you tight and got excited imagining what Bokuto was gunna do to him.

[astro-break]

Thoughts on the third ep of Hypmic Rhythm Anima (as always, spoilers beware but not only for the anime itself but for future things covered in the Drama CD and the Manga. If you’re an anime only, those are marked with a *)

Right off the bat. Super disappointed that it isn’t a MTC episode. I wanted an MTC episode. :((((

Still got my MTC crumbs this week tho and I think I can hold out until next week which hopefully will give me the MTC episode I so desperately want (Yes, i have a division bias and i’m not afraid to show it)

Jakurai entertaining kids are just so cute. I think its very very precious.

* Also. What kind of doctor is Jakurai anyways? So far we know that he’s a councilor/therapist (helps Doppo w/ his anxiety), a pediatrician (he helped a kid), a family doctor (I think i might be wrong on this one), a surgeon (In the FP vs MTC manga he’s shown preforming surgery), a hitman/assassin (:/ yeah evil line records seems intent on retconning this one), a battle field medic (he’s state to be one during WWIII) and now he’s getting called into the orthopedic (things concerning the musculoskeletal system) and gastroenterology (working w. the digestive system) department, two things that have nothing in common with each other. And I’m sure I’m missing some. There is no way in hell this man can do all that he’s 35 for fucks sake. You’d be old and grey before you could learn and complete the credentials needed to work half of these jobs

Nice to now that theres some hints of jakurai’s past. I have a feeling that we’ll be seeing more of the detective later in the story, esp for Matenrou

Doppo being overworked as usual *sigh*. When will the man ever rest? Never... Though im a bit skeptical as to why one of his co-workers calls him doppo. this is a work environment, usually he’d be called “Kanonzaka” for the least amount of informality. seems sus to me. Though his depiction of his insecurities is nice

I love how his first reaction is to call Hifumi and as him if he’s killed anyone. Peak bromance guys. 

Honestly Doppo’s method of trying to calm down is nice but not at all effective. He has the right mindset of calming down and letting his body breath, but the way he goes about it is... eh. 

Tom and Iris’ argument is hilarious and I really want to see more of them and Rex! Can’t wait to see what happens with these three new characters

Iasdgfjsd;flkasjdflkasdjfkasdlvn ajsdk, MTCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

MY BPOYS OH MY GOD RIOU NEVER CHANGE

fsajghasdf i love them asdhfoiksldjfasdfj riou’s food looks so so so so so good omgggggg

Samatoki respecting the fuck outta Jakurai is amazing and I never get tired of their father-child kind of relationship (yes jakurai is a dad to TDD fight me.)

The Riou and Samatoki interactionnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ah my heart!! they know each other so well and play off each others strengths. its so cute and I love how Samatoki knows his teammates well enough to know when to play each of his pieces. He isn’t just some brute who speaks through his fists, but he does use his head too. I think this is one of the reasons why he’s also high up on the Yakuza ladder since he’s not only brawny but also brainy

EAT RIOUS FOOD SAMATOKI

ah yes, Jyuto kneeing a bitch. just what I needed to see on a stressful friday thank you for feeding me

I love MTC, im very happy with the MTC crumbs. Since MTR showed up in BB’s ep last week, i really really hope that next week’s ep will be MTC

There it is. Jakurai’s “Jitsuni Kyoumibukai” line

lolololololol the sound effects for MTR is hilarious. Though please give Doppo a break, man deserves it

Jaku’s hair man. its beautiful

Again, please give Doppo a break, he deserves with the 4 joints that they attacked

They say 3 times, but they attacked 4 places?? Did they not report one of them?

Ahhhhh the DoHifu interaction on the temple grounds is both hilarious and cute. Though I can’t help but feel bad for Doppo

* Huh, Jaku did you get that from your hitman days loll

Oh man host mode. Though I like how Doppo recognizes when Host Mode is  a legitimate shield that Hifumi needs and is willing to give him that shield when he needs it. God I love their dynamic]

wow... yet another female stalker for Hifumi... very original. This is pretty similar to the stalker girl from the manga and CD

Lol callback to when Doppo was in the toilet and trying to calm down. 

pffft the girl is so weird. I can’t stand her or Uwabami. 

The plot is so convoluted holy shit. Is this a drama now? (I’ve never watched any c-dramas or k-dramas so I’m the furthest thing from a voice of authority but this seems like a drama show plot lmao.)

This is just a drama at this point lol. Misunderstandings, plot twists and cheesy shit all over the place. Its a badly written and hilarious drama thats for sure

Someone please write a fic where instead of the hypmic universe, the boys are all in a tv drama show plot and their hijinks bc it would fit perfectly. please

Ah, Doppochin snapped~ He’s very interesting once he gets fired up and thats when I really really like MTR. Don’t get me wrong, I love them normally but its when they get down to it that really makes me squeal in delight

Oh! So i think each character gets their own personalized intro w/ their speakers, not just the leaders. Thats honestly so so so cool. The 3D didn’t get in the way of the sequence and was really flashy and smooth. I love how they show the transformation and reveal of the mic and speaker. Honestly the Anime has so many good takes on thigs that aren’t touched on often in the franchise.

The rap was honestly fire this time around. I love it and have replayed it almost 20 times. According to the ending credits its called Welcome U which is so cute for such a funny and badass song. The strong base beat and imagery were so strong and included a lot of homages to things that really matches both Shinjuku, Matenrou and the lyric’s themes and they’re really small but important details! The humor was on point without sacrificing any of the amazingly cool elements and the three distinct styles of rap were integrated in such a catchy melody!

EG) the verse All Year Round features a quick shot of the four seasons and the things most prominently associated with each season. Spring has cherry blossoms and flower viewing, Summer has festivals, Fall and Winter have food that corresponds to events that happen in those seasons.

Doppo’s line of “The flea counters w/ a bite” is so so so cute bc he’s got a little w at the end and thats jp chatspeak for a laugh and skjdfhsdjfkslad adorable

Hifumi picking up right after and asking if Doppo is okay is just. Goals. And his gratutious english works really well and is super smooth! Very very good

Also the small homage to The Champions with Hifumi’s “Jump around” line and the format where Hifumi takes separate lines than Jaku and Doppo. Its a brilliant way to sneak these references in and they’ve kept that theme going from last episode

Foreshadowing with “We’re the true leader, Matenro!” Nice touch there lol.

Lol of course its attempted murder. Still gotta keep this PG 13 even though theres swearing abound

The ending w/ mimimi..... leaves me kind of torn since i don’t like how it ended but they did provide some nice advice. i guess

lsdf;jsalkdfjsldf Hifumi please you’ve known Doppo for over 25 years, you should know better than anyone what his charm points are. and shouldn’t you be the one who understands Doppo’s appeal? smh

SCREEEEEEE THAT TITLE OF THE NEXT EP. if its an MTC ep i will scream even more bc asudhfsdkjflasd A friend in need is a friend indeed this is just pushing my Poly!MTC agenda isn’t it

Final thoughts:

Please please please let next week be MTC please please please

DoHifu are goals, both romantically and platonically

The rap was fire and I’m going to keep listening to it on repeat. First ep was a bit of a disappointment in terms of CGI and raps but these latest two eps are really picking up the slack! I really hope they continue this for the next two!

JAKURAI WHAT KIND OF DOCTOR ARE YOU PLEASE TELL ME

[meganshinsou-tm]

Vermilion. (m)

↳ chapter nineteen: heaven and hell

❧ genre:  pro-hero’s bakugou/kirishima, poly, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: medication, angst, self-doubt, accidental quirk use

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The inside of your throat was starting to feel like ice the harder and faster you ran. Your legs burning and freezing at the same time from the cold and also the pain of moving them so much for the first time in a week. Finally, you came to a stop, hunching over with your hands on your knees, panting and trying to catch your breath.

“Jesus fuck I’m out of shape!”

You fell back onto the pavement to rest and take in your surroundings. The neighborhood you and the guys lived in was nowhere to be seen and it looked like you were entering into some kind of park. The chilly wind blew, the tip of your nose was cold to the touch. Scoffing, you knew how much trouble you’d be in once Katsuki and Eijirou found you, scolding you for running off in shorts and a jacket after just taking medicine for a fever. The sound of leaves rustling on the pavement rung in your ears, an owl could be heard in the distance, and the sound of waves crashing as well. Your ears perked in their direction and you slowly and painfully rose from the ground walking towards the serene sound of the ocean.

“Do you know which way she took off?” Kirishima asked as he and Katsuki ran out of the house.

“Well fuck no! The little brat used her quirk on me and ran! She doesn’t have her cell either so there’s no use in calling her!” Bakugou retorted as he saw his friend taking out his phone.

The red-head rolled his eyes and shoved past Bakugou as he took off in what he hoped was the direction you ran in. Bakugou growled and caught up to his friend, pulling him back by the collar of his shirt and coming face to face.

“Be pissed at me all you want for calling your ass out, but I’m fucking over it! We need to find her now and make sure she’s safe. I don’t give a fuck about your feelings right now, all I care about is bringing her back home! Then, we can sort this out and go back to normal, got it?”

Kirishima shrugged his friends hand off his shoulder.

“Man, I’m over it too. I’m just pissed off at myself for not stopping her. She probably fucking hates me now and thinks that I don’t find her beautiful anymore. I didn’t exactly say anything to make her think otherwise.”

“(Y/N)’s been through hell this past week. We all have, but its just a stupid fucking bump in the road, we’re all exhausted and stressed out to the max. She doesn’t hate you idiot, you just need to talk to her and stop sulking! Now come on and let’s go find our girlfriend, bring her back home and we can all sit down and hash this out!”

The two started to jog off and Kirishima smirked with a chuckle, Katsuki glanced in his direction with a snarl and asked what was so funny to him.

“I’m just so used to being the peacekeeper of the group, it’s weird to have you jumping my ass now.”

The two both laughed as they searched around the neighborhood, eventually they split up and agreed to call if either one found you before the other. Kirishima went more towards the city and Bakugou went more towards the outskirts where the beach was. Soon all that lit his path were sidewalk lights as the park came into view, he pulled up the hood of his hoodie to shield his ears and face from the chilly wind.

“Tch, just wait till I find that stu – ngh!”

Bakugou stopped in his tracks when he heard a soft voice being carried in the chilly air.

The closer Bakugou walked towards the beach, the clearer and more familiar the voice got. Taking out his phone, he turned on the flashlight and shined it in the direction of the singing. His entire being relaxed and a held breath left him as he saw your frame sitting on the sand and playing in it. You looked his way with a soft smile as you continued to sing, the blonde sent a text to his friend and made his way closer to sat down behind you. He removed his hoodie and placed it around your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your hair.

"Nae unmyeongin geol. Don’t smile on me, light on me. Neoege dagaseol su eopseunikka. Naegen bulleojul ireumi eopseo."

Bakugou listened to your voice and hummed along with you. He only knew the song because you played and sang to it multiple times, in the shower, around the house, everywhere. He didn’t understand why you liked it so much, it was depressing to him but it was also beautiful when your voice sang it. He sat there, holding you and listening as you played in the sand. He’d help here and there, molding different shapes for you. Once you finished the song, you leaned back into his chest, melting into his warmth and love. He held your tighter and kissed your cheek.

“Don’t you ever run off on us like that again, you hear me?”

His tone was serious but it held no venom, only worry and concern, love and care. You hummed in agreement, both of you sitting there and listening to the water hitting the shore. The moon was big and bright and billions of stars were lighting the sky as well. You always loved stargazing, the only good area for you to do so was in your room under the skylight. But there at the beach, a massive blanket of them shrouded you and Katsuki.

“It’s so crazy how far away they are and how there’s so many! It always makes me feel so small and insignificant. Like there’s so much more to our world than what we know. Galaxies upon galaxies are out there!”

Katsuki chuckled and looked with you, in awe himself at the night sky. He’s never put much thought into the vastness of space like you had but it got him thinking. It was crazy to to him that he was just a small spec on some planet among others, but at least he was a small spec on the same planet with you. You were the center of his own universe and it made him flash back to the day in the hospital, the worst day of his life and how he thought for a split second that that universe was crashing down.

Bakugou squeezed you tighter and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, making you turn your head to look at him.

"Suki, you okay?"

He hummed and kissed the skin of your neck, making you giggle.

"Yeah you shitty girl, I'm great actually. Looking up there made me realize just how lucky we are to still have you here with us. I don't know what we would have done if we lost you. I can't imagine not waking up to your stupidly gorgeous face each morning, kissing those damn lips whenever I so please or hearing those sweet sounds that you make. You know - that fucking smile used to be the very bane of my existence."

A giggle left your chest and Bakugou couldn’t help but genuinely smile. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes like stars looking up at him. God - he was a sucker for you.

“And what is it to you now?”

Bakugou chuckled and leaned closer, his nose brushing the tip of your own before his lips captured you, kissing you slowly, sweetly. You smiled wide into the kiss and he traced along your lips with his tongue before pulling away and sighing.

“Now it’s the very reason I even live. I used to hate seeing it, it made me feel all this shit that was weird and new to me but now I go absolutely insane if I can’t see it, if I don’t get to wake up to it. I always want to keep that dumb little smile on your face, no matter what.”

You hummed with content, melting into his body and holding his arms that wrapped around you, a soft half-smile etching across your face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough that day Suki, I could’ve fought so much harder you know? But there were so many, they held me down and I couldn’t do anything. Now, I have these stupid scars and Kiri can’t even stand to look at me.”

“That’s not true mama.”

You looked to the side to see Kirishima walking up in the moonlight. He fell to his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his. Bakugou’s head remained on your shoulder as you both looked at the red-head. He leaned forward to place a kiss on your forehead and pulled back to look in your eyes.

“I couldn’t go a single fucking day without looking at you, scars or no scars. It’s just when I look at them, it reminds me of how I failed to protect you! Sometimes I wish I could just keep you in some kind of bubble and away from danger. I’ve already lost Bakugou before and then I almost lost you. It’s like everyone I love and care about ends up getting hurt and I can’t do anything about it.”

You intertwined your fingers with Kiri’s and squeezed his hands. Bakugou clicked his tongue and flicked sand towards the sulking red-head.

“You idiot, you’re the one that flew across the sky to fucking rescue me! Me and you have already been through this!”

One of your hands reached out and ruffled Kiri's spiky locks, it gently fell down and cupped his cheek.

“In my case, none of us knew what was going to happen, my wounds are not your cross to bear, neither of you two are at fault! Don’t you ever think that I blame you for not being there or that you failed me because I won’t have it. You two have done nothing but save me since I met you! You’re both my #1 number heroes. Please, don’t let this one accident set you back. I’m fine and I’m alive! You two have done such a great job this past week taking care of me, I’m on the fast track to recovery because of you. I haven’t said it enough, but thank you so much!”

The two looked at each other, Bakugou gave Kirishima a look as if to say, “I told you so.” Kiri smiled and took both your hands again and placed a kiss to each of them. He had to admit he felt a little better from the praise you gave him, and he realized that all this could’ve been avoided if he had just come to you about it.

"It's our job to take care of you mama. You know all we live for is to protect you and keep you happy right?"

You smiled and nodded, how could you not know that, both the men reminded you of it every single day.

Katsuki chucked and bit on your cheek and kissed it, "We would move heaven and hell for you princess!"

You leaned forward and kissed Eijirou's lips with a reassuring and lovingly. When you pulled away you turned to kiss Katsuki again.

"I know guys. From now on, I'll get stronger and I'll fight harder, I promise that if this ever happens again, I'll make sure I kick some ass and come back home to you! But you have to promise me the same thing, don't think that I would live without either of you as well."

Your boyfriends nodded and promised in unison. The three of you sat there a few more minutes in silence, taking in the view of the starlit sky together until a blast of chilly air shook you to your core and Katsuki squeezed your sides.

“Now that we’ve all witnessed this heartwarming moment, can we please go back to the house? You two can continue being disgusting on the way home!”

Kiri laughed and the three of you stood up, the red-head turned around with his back facing you and lowered himself just enough for you to be able to jump up on him. Happily you mounted his back and the three of you made your way home.

The feeling of your jacket being tugged on stirred you awake, a grunt escaped your lips and you could hear chuckles. Your eyes fluttered open to see Kirishima trying to remove the hoodie Bakugou lent you, said blonde at your feet, removing the boots from them.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you mama, we’re just trying to get you dressed down for bed.”

Taking in the sight of your room and his words, you deduced that you must've passed out on the walk home. You sleepily smiled, making the red-head awe. You went to move and help them but your body felt exhausted and sore making you whine.

“Yah! It hurts guys, my body.”

Katsuki stood up with your boots in hand and kissed your head. “That’s what happens when you run that hard after not moving for a week with banged up legs stupid girl! I’ll go get her some pain meds, then we’ll all turn in for the night.”

Eijirou nodded to Bakugou, turning back to you and asking you to sit up while he helped hold you and removed your shirt, leaving you in just your underwear.

“Do you want a shirt or no sweetheart?”

You shook your head 'no', soon after Kirishima scooped you up in his arms to pull back the covers and gently placed your tired being back onto the bed. He started to undress himself and Katsuki walked back in with a bottle of water and a medium sized pill, one that wouldn’t be a problem this time. As you took it Kirishima joined you in bed and Katsuki removed his clothes. You handed him the bottle and he placed it on the end table and turned off the lamp before crawling into bed on the other side. Both men laid down on their sides facing you and resting a hand on your covered legs.

“Thank you guys again for everything. Maybe tomorrow we try again? Because I tell you w-what, I am a raging ball of h-hormones right now and I need a good dicking down!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and pulled you down to kiss him, you hummed and did so, running your hand through his soft spiky locks. He bit your lip before releasing you and smiled as he caressed your cheek.

“You’re fucking delirious and doped up on that pain killer, shut up and go to bed!”

You smiled and nipped his nose, kissing him again. “I love you Suki, so much!”

The blonde smirked and kissed your forehead, “Tch, I love you too princess!”

Next, you turned over to a gleaming Kiri as he had patiently waited for his turn, laying down you inched closer to him, placing your head in the crook of his arm and letting his hand fall into place and start to play with your hair. Grabbing your face with his other hand, you kissed each other sweetly, one of your legs wrapped around his and the other Bakugou wrapped around as he moved closer and wrapped his arms around your waist, snuggling up against your back.

Kirishima broke the kiss with a soft lick on your bottom lip.

“I love you Kiri, so much!”

Your boyfriend smiled and you nuzzled your face into his chest, pulling the covers up and over your face. He kissed the top of your head and breathed you in, happy and content.

“I love you too baby girl!”

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Merry Christmas, @thepinescentedair!

Because the world will never have enough coffee shop AUs, amirite?

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*****

But first, coffee    

 i.

 The morning rush is starting to die down and Alec can finally catch his breath. He’s made a dozen blended beverages in the last half hour alone, despite the frost on the widow, and Alec is glad for the chance to warm his hands in the sink. It’s too early for this.

 The door chimes and Alec resigns himself to another three hours of his best customer service face. It's not something he's particularly good at, if he's entirely honest.

 “Oh, hello,” the customer says. He’s unashamed in the way he eyes Alec up and down and Alec can’t deny he likes the way the man’s suit clings to his body. He’s not wearing a coat and his cheeks are a little rosy. “You’re not usually here in the mornings, are you?”

 “Nope,” Alec says. He unlocks the register and waits patiently. “Order when you’re ready.”

 “Succent,” the customer says. He quirks an eyebrow and grins at Alec, before handing over his own insulated mug. It’s at least twenty ounces, which is fairly regular, but there are cartoon cats printed all over the stainless steel. “Can I get an upside down coconut milk caramel macchiato to go?”

 “If you want a cavity,” Alec says as he accepts the mug. He hears Jace laugh from the kitchen. He won’t tell on Alec for the way he talks to customers, not when he’s just as cheeky.

 “I’d much rather get your name and number,” the customer says. His tone oozes confidence and his smile is almost infectious it’s so charming. If it wasn’t so early in the morning, Alec might even fall for it.

 Instead, he taps the nametag on his shirt. “Name for your order?”

 “Magnus,” he says. “Is Alec short for anything?”

 “Alexander,” Jace calls helpfully. He pokes his head out into the main room and eyes Magnus. “You’re not going to flirt your way into free coffee with him, Magnus. And I’ll tell Will you’re hitting on his baristas again.”

 “I never hit on Jem,” Magnus says, indignantly. “Just because I never flirt with      you     doesn’t mean I flirt with everyone else. Except for you of course, Alexander.” His fingers curl around Alec’s when he hands over a ten dollar bill in payment and Alec fights the urge to roll his eyes.

 “This is why I don’t take the morning shift,” Alec tells Jace. “You’re too peppy this early in the morning.”

 “The secret is not going to bed the night before,” Jace says earnestly.

 “It’ll just be a minute for your drink,” Alec says to Magnus. He’s careful to avoid skin on skin contact when he drops the coins into Magnus’ palm, but theirs fingers brush as he counts back the bills. They don’t break eye contact as Magnus drops it all in the tip jar.

 “Take all the time you need,” Magnus says with an over exaggerated wink.

     ii.

 Alec spends what feels like almost an eternity waiting on a gaggle of high school girls to decide what they want to order, though it probably takes closer to five minutes. It backs the line up to the door and Alec is tempted to kick them out of line until they’re ready to order when they all finally decide on variations of the same thing.

 Jem is working the line, quiet and efficient, and Alec has never known him to mess up an order. His eyes roll when he sees the skinny lattes with extra whip and Alec knows exactly how he feels.

 The bell chimes and Alec looks up to count how many more people joined the queue, but it’s just Magnus. Wearing skinny jeans and a dark flannel and seemingly immune to the fact that it’s below freezing outside. Not that Alec notices.

 “Waking up or staying up?” Jem calls out to Magnus, when he finally makes it to the counter.

 “Oh, you know me,” Magnus says. “Club closes at two, I’m not out of there until three, but for some reason most of society wants to start the day at seven…”

 “Sounds like me during finals week,” Alec says, casually. Thankfully, it’s his last year of it, unless he decides to go to grad school. Which he probably will. Anything to avoid having to actually work with people in the long run.

 “What are you studying?” Magnus asks.

 “Business, mostly,” Alec says. Not entirely by choice, but he’s not the one footing the bills. “Though I’m taking this class on Colonialism that’s pretty interesting.”

 “Sounds like it,” Magnus says, though he seems more amused than anything else. “If you give me your number, maybe I can help you study?”

 “More like if I give you my number, I’ll get booty call notices at three in the morning when you get off work,” Alec says.

 “Only if you’re open to it,” Magnus says. He offers Alec an insulated mug, with a glittery bee wearing a crown on it. “Sea salt caramel white mocha with coconut milk.”

 “You literally just picked a punch of words off the menu,” Alec says. He takes the cup and punches in the order into the register, passing the ticket and the cup to Jem. “That’s going to taste awful.”

 “I’ll let you taste it if you don’t mind swapping spit,” Magnus says.

 “You’re officially extra,” Alec says. “I’m gonna have to charge you for that.”

 “But you didn’t say no,” Magnus points out.

 Alec hates himself a little for it, but Magnus technically does have a point. “I hope you enjoy your teeth rotting out.”

 “I do so love coming in and see your beautiful face in the morning,” Magnus says.

 “Then you will love what my face looks like when I’ve actually had more than three hours of sleep,” Alec says. Almost immediately, he regrets saying it, but then Magnus laughs and Alec really kind of likes the sound of that. “That wasn’t an invitation!”

 “Haven’t even gone on a date and you’re already inviting me into your bed,” Magnus says and Alec actually feels his cheeks flush.

 “Leave him alone, Magnus,” Jem says. “It’s hard to find competent help this early in the morning.”

 “You’re no fun,” Magnus says, and Alec almost agrees.

     iii.

 The sun has long since gone down for the night and Alec is tidying up the sitting area as much as he can before they close shop. They’ll get one last rush in the next few minutes, but thankfully they won’t linger. Not on a Sunday evening.

 The door chimes and Alec automatically calls out a greeting. It’s Magnus, because it always seems to be Magnus, and Alec’s heart races in his chest. He shouldn’t be this emotionally invested in a guy he barely knows, but Alec is starting to look forward to when Magnus comes by.

 Tonight, he’s dressed for clubbing. His jeans are tight and his boots look expensive and Alec wants to tangle his fingers in Magnus’ artfully tousled hair. He’s got eyeliner on and Alec actually feels kind of weak in the knees. It’s a sign he needs a drink or to get laid or maybe both.

 “Alexander,” Magnus says, pleased. “I was disappointed you weren’t in this morning.”

 “I was just covering Will’s shifts these last few weeks,” Alec says. He’s technically Alec’s manager, though there is no real formality in the coffee shop. They’re all basically family anyway. “Jace thinks he’s faking his pneumonia.”

 “Well, I suppose it’s good he’s feeling better,” Magnus says. He moves slowly, giving Alec every chance to back away from his advance, before touching his elbow. “I do hope you don’t think I’m coming on too strongly. I enjoy seeing you but I understand you are under a sense of obligation to be polite.”

 “If I didn’t like the way you were treating me, you would know,” Alec says. “And Will doesn’t give a shit how we treat belligerent customers, as long as he doesn’t get sued in the long run.”

 “I assume that’s mostly Jem’s influence on the shop,” Magnus says, and he’s probably not wrong. “Have you worked here long?”

 “A few months. Mostly night shifts,” Alec says. He glances at the clock and steps away from Magnus to toss his dirty rag into the sink on the other side of the bar. “Jace and I were roommates in prep school. He told me his cousin was hiring, I didn’t think being a barista would be that bad. It’s not, for the most part.”

 “Well, if you want to get out of the coffee scene, I can get you the hook up at my bar,” Magnus says.

 “Your bar,” Alec deadpans. “As in you own it? Are you offering to be my sugar daddy?”

 “I wouldn’t make you work if you were going to be my sugar baby,” Magnus says. “And yes. Pandemonium. You’ve probably heard of it. I’m actually on my way there now, if you want to join me.”

 “My sister likes to dance there,” Alec says, nodding. He’s almost regretful that he’s going to have to turn Magnus down, but he still has another hour and a half on his shift. “What ridiculous drink can I get you tonight?”

 Magnus taps his chin thoughtfully and Alec is distracted by the rings on his long fingers. He holds out a travel mug covered in gold glitter and says, “Creme brulee praline latte. Iced, with almond milk. That sounds fun.”

 “That sounds like a sugar coma,” Alec corrects, but he takes Magnus’ cup and lets his fingers linger on Magnus’ own.

     iv.

 It’s a slow night and Jem doesn’t object to Alec spreading his textbook out on the counting counter and reading in between customers. It’s only a few weeks until the semester is over, and he doesn’t feel as prepared as he would like to be.

 The door chimes and Alec looks up to see Tessa and Magnus laughing together. The rational part of his brain      knows     Tessa has a weird thing with both Jem and Will, but it doesn’t stop him from feeling a little jealous. He has no right to be jealous. He doesn’t even know if Magnus’ attentions are genuine or if he flirts with everyone he meets.

 “Store is closed,” Will deadpans from where he’s reading in the corner. “We don’t sell coffee to traitors who go to weird      art nouveau    shows in Manhattan instead of staying home for leftover night.”

 “Well, it’s a good thing I want a cup of tea then,” Tessa says. She sticks her tongue out and Will pouts at her. It’s like they’re in their own little world and Alec doesn’t mind.

 “Ah, to be in love,” Magnus says. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to spend so much time with a single person?”

 “Maybe it’s easier when you’re poly,” Alec says. He holds his hand out for Magnus’ reusable cup, and he turns it over in his hand to read it. “World’s Best Cat Mom?”

 “The world is heteronormative,” Magnus says with a shrug. “I’m not. Wanna see a picture? If you give me your number I can text it to you.”

 Alec laughs and shakes his head. He unlocks the register and starts tapping at the screen. “What gross monstrosity do you want tonight?”

 “Pumpkin spice latte with a pump of caramel and sea salt on top,” Magnus says, pulling out his wallet and searching for a card. “I need to get the taste of bad caviar off my tongue.”

 “I’ve heard pineapple juice makes the taste less salty,” Alec says. He swipes Magnus’ black card and hands it back to him.

 “Do you wanna test that theory? You can come out with me, I’ll get a Pina Colada, you can get a Hawaiian Stone Sour…” Magnus says.

 “You would be into mixed drinks,” Alec says, shaking his head and laughing. He’s almost tempted, but he really needs to study. Besides, he’s still got time left on his shift tonight.

 “Anyone who hates mixed drinks is lying to themselves,” Magnus says. “You enjoy your Whiskey on the Rocks and I’ll enjoy my Sex on the Beach.”

 “If you’re drinking by yourself, is it Sex on the Beach, or masturbation?” Alec asks.

 “Alexander,” Magnus says with mock indignation, “are you flirting with me?”

 “I just want the tip,” Alec deadpans, and Magnus laughs. It’s a struggle to keep the grin off his face but he can’t stop the way his cheeks warm at the sound.

     v.

 Holiday shopping season is in full swing and the shop is bursting with activity. The normal lulls are nonexistent with school being out for a few weeks and Alec is glad his last final was this morning because he feels dead on his feet. He would murder for a massage right now.

 He’s traded places with Jace, working the line while Jace takes orders, and it gets him away from the yuppie moms who think shopping small will change their karma for the year. If he gets yelled at one more time for being out of peppermint syrup a week before Christmas, he might actually punch someone.

 “Your boyfriend is here,” Jace says, and Alec snaps out of his reverie to see Magnus waving at him from the back of the line.

 For once, Magnus is wearing a peacoat to keep the cold at bay and Alec wants nothing more than to wrap himself up in the warmth and disappear.      Take me with you    , he thinks, but his throat is too dry to form the words. It doesn’t occur to him to correct Jace.

 “You look miserable, darling,” Magnus says when he makes his way to the counter. His drink is the weekend special - brown sugar caramel shortbread as a blended drink - and his cup says      when you play for both teams you never lose    in pink and purple and blue.

 “I need a stiff drink,” Alec says. He fills Magnus’ cup to the brim with whip and adds extra caramel drizzle. “Lets just say, I’m ready to sleep until next semester.”

 “Well, if you need a nightcap after you get off tonight…” There’s a double entendre hanging there and Alec is so tempted to take Magnus up on it. He feels like they’ve been playing this game for weeks and he doesn’t know how much longer they’ll go at it before Magnus gets bored.

 “You tired of getting Blue Balls alone in your bar?” Alec asks. His tone is low, mindful of the teeneagers chattering a few feet away, and it makes it feel more intimate somehow. “You look like you enjoy some coconut rum every now and then.”

 “Did you google mixed drinks just to flirt with me?” Magnus asks. “Because I’m very impressed if you did.”

 “Alec,” Jace says. He’s got two more tickets he’s started on, but there’s still a customer waiting to order. He doesn’t sound pressed, not yet, but Alec knows Jace will nag him if he slacks off too much. Like Jace isn't the king of shirking duties himself.

 Alec tugs a napkin out of the stack and jots his number down quickly before he all but shoves it into Magnus’ waiting palm. “If you’re lucky, I’ll get off by ten. I’m out of work at six though.”

 For once, it’s Magnus’ turn to be caught off guard.

     vi.

 Magnus’ apartment is everything Alec expected it to be. Cultured and classy, random things on display but everything tucked away neatly. His cat greets them at the door, meowing loudly for attention before being silenced by a bowl of homemade cat food.

 “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the club?” Magnus asks. His hand is warm on the small of Alec’s back as he guides him to the living room. There’s an amazing view from his window, Alec is sure, but he’s distracted by how close Magnus is. They’ve never really had the chance to be this close before.

 “I’m not easy,” Alec says. He pushes Magnus back onto his couch and straddles his lap. He likes that Magnus is letting him set the pace, content to go and do whatever Alec wants. “Just, for the record. I like going to dinner and going out. Pizza. Movies. Coffee. I’m not      good     at it, but I like it.”

 “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Magnus says. He rests his hands on Alec’s hips when Alec’s find his shoulders and their first kiss is every bit as sweet as he thought it would be. Magnus doesn’t taste anything like the ridiculous coffee drink he ordered earlier, but still just as addictive.

 “I don’t put out on the first date,” Alec says, in between kisses. Magnus’ hair is every bit as soft as it looks and he likes the soft scrape of his stubble against Alec’s owns. Magnus' grip is surprisingly tight and Alec feels both weak and empowered. “But technically this isn’t a date?”

 “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Magnus says. His lips catch Alec’s chin, the curve of his jaw, and his Adam’s Apple in a flurry of delicate kisses. He presses up against Alec as he drags him close and Alec thinks they both know exactly where this is going.

 They don’t make it to the bedroom before they end up naked and tangled together. Magnus looks every bit as gorgeous as he does undressed as he does in his skinny jeans or form fitting suits and Alec wants to touch every bit of him. His biceps are surprisingly thick and his abs quiver under Alec’s desperate kisses.

 Magnus comes on Alec’s tongue long before Alec is ready for it to be over. Alec comes all over Magnus’ fingers almost as soon as Magnus takes him in hand. It’s oddly perfect.

 After, when they’re tangled in a blanket on the floor in front of the couch, Alec props his chin on Magnus’ chest and huffs at him. “Are you going to kick me out, or can we make it for a round two if we make it to the bedroom?”

 Magnus’ fingers trace delicate patterns on the back of Alec’s neck and his laugh is beautiful. “If you feel like spending the night, I can recommend this great little coffee shop downtown.”

 “Mmh,” Alec says. He closes his eyes and loses himself in Magnus’ gentle touches. “Americano, extra espresso. Black.”

 “And you think my coffee taste is disgusting,” Magnus says. He kisses Alec’s sweaty hair before dropping his head back onto the carpet. He swats at Alec’s ass playfully and Alec laughs. “I think I can manage that.”