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tf was that

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wanna leave bite marks and lipstick stains all over him so everyone knows he's mine

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some of these blue lock men are nawt wearing boxers beneath their grey sweatpants….

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actually .. i think sakura goes kind of crazy the first night you spend together. he just gets completely and totally lost in the heat of the moment, in the sounds your making, in the way you feel. he wants to be careful with you, and he is, but after a certain point—somewhere between the third and fourth round, he thinks—he just... lost it.

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pro hero dynamight who gets hit with a quirk that makes him run his mouth (some kinda truth serum vibe idk it's 2pm don't look to me for smarts ever) and ends up saying "yeah i gotta finish patrol without hurtin' myself 'cause my girl said i could hit it raw if i come home with no blood on me" on live national television

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SODA POP FOR WEEKS . . . [non-thumbnails ver in my Patreon!]

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Oh to jerk sakura off while he tries desperately to pay attention to the movie you said you wanted to watch with him

he has it in his brain that you invited him over to watch a movie so (even though you have your hand fully wrapped around his cock) he tries to convince himself that it's just an accident or coincidence or something so he's focusing so hard on the television screen

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if I wrote a beau's reader and her ex husband snip...

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Mint, how does Beau and Ryan’s first meeting go??? Especially if it’s too close to the full moon 👀 Is he like “must keep one hand on her at all times” or “I’m gonna tear this fucker’s throat out with my teeth”? 👀

The FIRST FIRST time? oh beau was confused how to feel because it was early into their 'thing' and ryan had clearly just spent the night.

"Oh, uh-" you cleared your throat as you answered the door, peeking through the crack. A normal person probably couldn't taste in the air how someone else's sweat, cum and cologne has settled into your skin, but Beau could. Beau could. Your shoulder was alight with bite marks, the divet of teeth still fresh. The wild part of his brain reveled in that: you like it rough, you like teeth, you want to be--

"Mr. Russell-"

"I told you, Mr. Russell was my father. Just call me Beau."

"I totally forgot that we were going in town together. I don't want to hold you up."

Beau leans back on to a support bean on the porch. It creaks a bit too much under his weight.

"I don't mind waiting," Beau replies. "You can't be loading furniture into your car. Or that damn Tesla."

Your eyes go wide. The spare car in your driveway certainly wasn't hard to miss. You allow the door to slide open more- you aren't nude, but dressed in this alluring little silk slip that nearly drops Beau's jaw.

"That's Ryan's car. He's my-"

"Husband."

The man himself shoulders in. He's surprisingly dressed, adjusting the cuffs on his suit with a smug little shake of his wrist. Ryan smiles with way too much teeth, hand out as if sealing a business deal, not meeting a neighbor. Beau takes it and both men squeeze in silent competition.

(Beau certainly wins. He has to win.)

"Ex-husband." you clarify. "And he was just going."

"Maybe I'll stay around. I can help you move that stuff," Ryan says. "We wouldn't want to bother your... friend here."

"Oh, helping a neighbor could never be a bother." Beau decides to smother the competition in southern hospitality. "'sides, I gotta go into town and buy some things for dinner. You wanna stop by and eat with the boys if you ain't sick of us by the end of the day?"

Ryan's head snaps towards you with this glowering glare and suddenly Beau understands exactly why you two are breaking up.

"We were-" Ryan starts.

"You were grabbing a flight back to New York," you say pointedly. "Goodbye, Ryan."

Ryan tsks, but leans in for a kiss. You practically straight arm the man, pushing him away.

"Goodbye!" you repeat. "Bye! Tell the lawyers I said hi!"

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homebody bakugou is canon actually

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I feel like if you even broke up with umemiya (very impossible I mean he is picture perfect example of a bf) he would still be like your bf. Like, you need help with your new plant? oh dont worry he can show you how to take care of it. You have new furniture? he will build them for you or move them where you want them

AB SO LUTELY correct. you and hajime broke up 6 months ago and he still house sits for you when you go out of town for work because he knows how to take great care of your plants and your cat LOVES him (PLUS he always leaves you a new house plant or flowers to come home to, and he tidied while you were gone.) he helps you move. he walks you home when the two of you run into each other in the evening outside the supermarket. he helps you shake off a creep who won't leave you alone on a night out when you didn't even know he was at that bar too—seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

and ume is so kind and so nice to be around that you don't even really notice that your dating life is practically non-existent. the few dates you do go on ultimately don't lead anywhere. the guys who you're talking to all seem to flake on you after a little while with vague excuses. but you don't even have the opportunity to feel lonely because hajime is still around. (which, it cannot be overstated, is entirely his intention.)

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Today's kitchen hand

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umemiya dicks you down so good and for so long you’re shaking and panting .. and then immediately afterwards he wants to get in your face and kiss you until you can’t breathe

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okay I always forget how terrifying tiktok reader is. both to be around and in action

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Look we're having a serious discussion here and my heart shaped pupils are none of your concern.

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tell us what else you're thinkin about finance! reader and iida!!

he's soooo smitten but he loves giving her a little resistance. just enough to let her know that he thinks of himself as an equal. just enough to make her work for it.

"Wear the blue suit tonight." you tell him as you pass him in the hall. "Brings out your eyes better."

He stops and so do you, eyeing him up and down with a rather stern express.

"What are you wearing?" Iida says.

"Does it matter?"

"It does to me."

Your eyes tick up and down again. "Dark red."

"I'll pick up a maroon suit then."

"Who said I wanted to match?"

"I want to."

Your tongue runs over the front of your teeth in an attempt to hide your grin. Oh, you like a fight, you like controlled dissonance. Iida knows how to push back in the ways that make you excited.

"Fine. Then I'm going to wear that lipstick you hate. The one that smears." The one that's stained his bedspread and pillows.

Iida gives a one shouldered shrug. "And I'll be wearing the cologne."

You turn on your heel and click your tongue against your teeth.

"Fine."

"Fine."

He lets you slink off a couple steps, just to watch how your hips sway as you walk, then he calls your name. You don't turn around, but your step does slow.

"I'm excited to celebrate our anniversary."

You don't reply, but he swears you must be smiling.

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"You've never seen it?"

In spite of your incredulous tone, it's not actually that hard for you to believe that Sakura has never seen the movie currently advertised on the screen of your television—the promotional still splashed across the surface, waiting for you to either hit play or navigate onward to the next option in the seemingly endless (though often lacklustre) selection of media available for your ready consumption.

Sakura Haruka has not seen most movies, you've found out since the two of you started dating. Nor the shows you've asked about, but that's sort of par for the course. And forget about music or—heaven forbid—a podcast.

Sakura shakes his head a little, tipping his beer back towards his lips. He's not much of a drinker (that's another thing you've learned about him) and he's been nursing that one drink since you finished eating dinner and curled up in your living room to watch a movie a few hours ago. "I've heard the guys mention it."

"It's a classic," you remark, reaching for the remote. "We've gotta watch it."

Your eyes flicker to the screen of your cellphone, left largely abandoned on the coffee table, as it lights up with a notification. You don't care much about the text message, but the time does draw your attention.

"Aw," you say sadly, more to yourself than anything. "It's getting kinda late."

Sakura glances at the time too. "Oh, shit. Yeah. I should probably go."

"I really wanna watch that movie."

You trail along behind Sakura as he rises to his feet from his seat on the living room floor and makes his way to your kitchen.

"The trains are gonna stop running soon." He carefully pours the last few mouthfuls of beer into your sink and then rinses out the can.

"You could stay over?"

You watch as pink diffuses along the back of your boyfriend's neck, staining even the tips of his ears in the pretty hue as his shoulders go a bit rigid.

"I gotta work early. So do you," he grunts out, a bit gruffly, shaking off the momentary stiffness in his frame. "'S not a good idea."

Sakura had been adamant when he came over for dinner that he couldn't spend the night, because the two of you are notorious for getting very little rest on the nights he sleeps over, and you both have important workdays ahead of you. He'd been firm, but not unkind, when he made this condition clear to you at the outset of the evening.

You pout a bit as he tucks his beer bottle into the recycling and then dutifully ties up the bag. "I'll toss this on my way out," he says, glancing over at where you're watching him from the doorway. He sees the pout on your lips and groans. "... That's not fair."

"What's not fair?" you ask, looking away as you feign ignorance.

"You—we—t-the plan was that..." Sakura ruffles the hair at the back of his neck as he stumbles through his argument. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a little breath. "We can just watch it next time, right?"

You catch the inside of your cheek between your teeth, holding it there to stifle the smile you feel threatening to overtake you at how cute Sakura looks like this: blushy and a little awkward, his hair sticking up at the back, holding a bag of trash he's offering to take out for you in your kitchen.

"Okay," you concede, but not without an exaggerated sigh. He opens his eyes, and looks a bit relieved at your relent. "When's your next day off?"

"Day after tomorrow," Sakura answers, heading towards your door. You follow along behind him again, standing within arm's reach as he pulls on his shoes in the genkan.

"You should come over tomorrow night, then," you reply.

"Thought you were working late?" Sakura asks, casting a fleeting glance up at you while he ties the laces of his sneaker.

You hum, you'd forgotten about that. You light up a moment later, reaching past Sakura towards the key rack just inside your front door. "Here!"

Sakura watches with wide eyes as you pluck the spare key you keep in case of emergencies and hand it to him.

"You should probably have this anyway," you tell him as you pry the little silver key off the novelty keychain it's affixed to. It only makes sense, Sakura's a regular fixture at your place these days—he ought to be able to come and go as he pleases. "You don't have to stick it through the mail slot when you leave either. Just keep it."

Sakura is frozen, bent at the waist, with his shoelaces in his hands.

"K-kee-k-kee-ke-keep it?"

Oh, his face is the most adorable shade of red you've ever seen.

"You want me to,"—Sakura stands almost unnaturally upright, his shoe still left untied, his eyes wide—"keep this?"

You laugh lightly, hiding it in the sleeve of your oversized sweatshirt. "Well, yeah. You can just come and let yourself in when you get off work tomorrow, and I'll see you when I get home."

He hasn't moved a muscle.

"Maybe I could grab us dinner on my way?" You remark, pointedly ignoring your boyfriend's petrified state. "What do you think about—"

Sakura is suddenly rifling though his various pockets with an urgency unbefitting of the stillness of your entryway. His pants, his hoodie, finally his jacket—still hanging on the coat rack at your side. Eventually he finds what he's looking for and he turns to face you, holding his keys in his hand.

"You take this one," he says, strangely ardent, but he barely meets your gaze as he says it. He puts his entire key ring into your hands with his head bowing down, and it takes everything in you not to burst out laughing.

"Haru," you barely manage to get the words out, "this is your key. How will you let yourself in once you get home?"

Sakura looks up, slightly shocked, as though this is the first time it's occurred to him. The blush on his face only intensifies.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I guess you're right..." he mutters, obviously sheepish.

You step towards him, pressing the keys back into his own hand and letting your touch linger there.

"Why don't you make me a copy after work tomorrow, and give it to me when I get home, hm?" you ask him, close enough now to press your body into his and lean into his warmth. You watch as he swallows, and then dutifully nods, his eyes trained on your face all the while.

Exchanging keys is a big step in any relationship, but a huge one for you and Haruka. Everything with him feels like a milestone, because you know that these sorts of things don't come naturally to him—aren't familiar to him. You celebrate these moments whenever you can, because you know how much they mean.

Sakura seems to hesitate for a moment, then he dips down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You can feel the heat of his cheeks when he's this close to you. Can almost hear how quickly his pulse is pounding.

You smile against his lips, reaching up to cup his burning cheek in your hand.

The touch seems to finally break him, and before you can even gain your bearings Haruka has you pressed against the wall of your entryway, kissing you breathless.

You can taste the beer he'd barely finished on his lips. Can feel the way his hands shake when he touches you.

"Haruka," you murmur against his eager mouth, pulling away slightly and brushing your nose against his. "What about the train?"

He pants against your lips, the breath hot as it breaks against the sheen of saliva that coats them. He makes a broken little sound, and his grip on your hips tightens.

He inches forward again, and you almost miss it when he whispers—"can I stay over?"