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Right..

when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

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I love having and obsession with a character because I can really just sit here for hours writing and talking about them

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Isagi headcannons 😚😚

Yoichi Isagi x gn!reader

a/n: I actually love Isagi so much he’s so silly (all of this is canon I don’t give a damnnnn)

It took him a long time to ask you to be his partner because he was so nervous and unsure of whether or not you’d reciprocate his feelings

Even though it was as a clear as day you liked him too, his overthinking got to the best of him and he kept putting off the date he’d finally ask you out

After many, many little dates over the course of a few months, he finally asked you if he could be your boyfriend

“Hey uh, y/n?” The two of you had been walking home from the carnival, the sun slowly setting—painting beautiful streaks and splotches of pinks and orange across the sky as if it was a blank canvas. Softly but firmly, you cuddled the large stuffed animal that he won you close to your chest when all of a sudden, he stopped in his tracks, looking down timidly.

You stopped after him, slightly confused but waiting in anticipation. “Mhm? What is it Yoichi?”

The sound of you saying his name made his cheeks warm up and his heart race faster. He looked up at you but quickly averted eye contact—he was so incredibly nervous but he promised his friends (and himself) that he would finally do it today. Tonight.

The boy nervously fumbled with his hoodie strings, trying so hard to spit it out.

“Uhm.. I.. really like you. I think you’re funny, and pretty, and smart and I was wondering if I could be your boyfriend..?” He stuttered, and he could feel the tips of his ears turning redder by the second. His eyebrows pinched together as he looked to the side, awaiting your response.

He’d thought about it for a while. How he was going to finally confess to you. He practiced over and over again what he was going to say and how he was going to say it, but it was even harder than he’d expected—you were staring right at him with your entrancing eyes he couldn’t focus. He was entirely distracted by your beauty and he couldn’t get the words out right.

He waited for what felt like an eternity for you to reject him. He knew he messed up. He was such a stuttering mess. Someone like you would never be with a loser like him. You were going to reject him and things would never be like how they were before.

However, you heart raced with excitement. Little did he know, you’d been waiting for him to ask you for a while. You tilted your head, peeking over into his line of sight and smiled happily.

“Oh Yoichi, you’re so cute.” You said simply, his name rolling if your tongue like honey. He really was adorable.

“I-”

“I’d love for you to be my boyfriend.” You interrupted.

“Really..?!” The boy scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly in shock. He couldn’t believe his love was requited and was unsure of how to act. Then, you threw your arms out, wrapping them around his neck in a tight, loving embrace.

He finally did it. After many months, he could now confidently call himself “y/n’s boyfriend.” His mind was racing with so so many thoughts, but all he could think about was how intoxicating you were. You smelt just like warm brown sugar.

From that day, the boys been completely and utterly whipped for you.

And I mean WHIPPED.

He’s never been so in love before, you invade his thoughts so much. All he can think about is you.

Whenever he’s out and sees soemthing that reminds him of you or that you’d like, he buys it for you.

He talks about you all the time it’s actually a little concerning sometimes

His friends have gottten sick of himmmmm

“Don’t you think y/n would like this?”

“Oh this is so y/n.”

“Y/n’s been talking a lot about that!”

Calls you “baby” or “babe” and likes when you call him “baby”. It’s basic but he loves it.

Every single second he’s thinking about you.

Whenever you’re around, he gets super nervous and his palms sweat a little bit. He also tends to stutter a lot and lose track of his thoughts.

But he also wants to impress you.

Every time he tells a joke, he subtly looks your way to see if you were laughing. And if you were, it boosts his ego tenfold. Or if someone else tells a joke he’ll laugh if you laughed. It’s a silly habit but you find it adorable.

He always laughs at your jokes even if you knew they weren’t funny.

He begs you to come to his soccer games and insists that he plays 10x better when you’re in the stands watching him.

He likes it when you play soccer with him, even if you’re not good at it. It’s like he’s a mentor and you’re the student and he truly enjoys teaching you skills and tricks.

Loves subtle pda. Not the kissing and eating each others face in public but he likes the handholding.

Calls you all the time to ask you about your day because he loves hearing you talk. (Ask him about his too he’ll get really excited)

He worries that he’s being annoying but calms down when you assure him that you love talking to him.

Remembers everything about you, even the teeny tiny things. Like the fact that you hate the smell of peppermint, so he refrains from buying cleaning supplies that have that scent.

He knows you only mess with gold so he wouldn’t dare buy you silver jewelry.

He bought the two of you matching necklaces. He wears the one with your initial on it while you wear the one with his on it.

The fact that you get uncomfortable when in crowded public spaces so he tries his best to avoid such areas or comfort you if it was inevitable.

He’s so cuddly and affectionate in private like he always wants to lay on top of you even though he’s hefty (it’s all the muscle trust)

He likes to lay on your thighs. “They’re like pillows!”

Likes when you play with his hair when he’s laying on your chest. It soothes him and makes him tired

Let him play with your hair too trust

For my black readers (me)—he’ll learn how to help take out your hair and how to treat it because he loves you

Asks for kisses all the time brooo he’s so damn needy

Follows you everywhere like he’s lost or something

He doesn’t let you go out alone if you’re going to be by yourself

Will throw a fit if you try to pay for anything when he’s around. Once, you used your card to pay for a $20 dollar shirt and he got so upset.

“Baby..? I would’ve paid for it why didn’t you tell me?” The look of concern and sadness on his face was genuine.

At first, he thought you were mad at him.

“You make me feel like a bad boyfriend sometimes..” He makes you promise that you won’t waste any of your money again on costs like that, and that you always come to him first.

Always comes to you first for comfort and to talk about his problems because he knows he can cry and showing his emotions without being judged by you.

Shares his interests with you. He’s actually a geek bro. He really likes manga and actually loves to draw. He draws you all the time, always sending you pictures of his new artwork.

Compliments you all the time. Calls you pretty and beautiful every day.

Has the most lovesick gaze everrrr like he stares at you as if you hung the stars in the damn sky

Will drop what he’s doing for you. You called him? He can finish up whatever he was doing later.

He yaps to his mother about you 🙂‍↕️

He’d be a great boyfriend no doubt

[surplekit]

Pairing: sub!male character x dom!reader

Warnings: dacryphilia, pet names (good boy….. 😈), handjob

Author’s note: this was a draft I had that I never posted so it might be a little.. eugh… but I did some grammatical editing and added some parts in here and there

“A-ah..! F-feels.. feels so good!” He cries as he writhes, shifting side to side. He grips the sheets so hard it looks like he’s in excruciating pain but his pleas for more tell you it’s not pain, but pleasure.

You continue to jerk him off, picking up the pace and slowing down occasionally to give his leaky pink tip some extra attention. Of course, you know just what he likes.

“Good job, baby.” You coo at him, and he manages to curve the corners of his lips into a small smile although he’s on the verge of tears. He looked so beautiful like this, with his usually neatly combed hair ruffled in all different ways. You’ve been edging him for what? A few hours now, maybe? But it seems like he’s not willing to stop, at least not until he reaches that sweet release.

“Y/N.. please.. please let me cum.” The disheveled boy begs you, and his desperate pleas go straight to your core. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the minute, but you know you have to take care of your darling boy first.

“I know, I know. Soon, okay? Can you please hold on a little longer? For me?” He nods slowly, looking desperately into your eyes as you lay next to him. You run your hands up and down his toned thighs, inching closer to play with his balls.

He throws his head side to side, eyes beginning to tear up. “H-hurts.. please.. n-need..” he looks up at you, begging for that release.

You slow the pace to an excruciatingly painful speed, flicking your wrist over the tip. You can’t help but smile at the lewd sight.

“A-ah! F-fuck! I can’t, please I can’t!” He pleads. His hips begin bucking up and you allowing him to keep fucking into your hands.

“You can baby. I promise I will let you cum. just a little longer, okay?

“But.. y-you said that before.. n-need to c-um.. need to cum now! Please..” The boy cries. You do feel bad, maybe you’ve been too hard on him. He’s always been a good boy for you, obedient and polite. Always listening and trying his hardest to please you. But you just can’t help yourself, he looks so delicious when he’s in this fucked out state.

“Aww.. my poor baby. I’m sorry.” Tears drop from his eyes and he leans up, yearning for your comfort. You take your free hand and hold him tight, your other hand still jerking him off mercilessly. Slowly, you lay him back down on his back, and play with his nipples the way he likes.

Your eyes light up at the sight of the teardrops rolling down his face. The fact that he’s crying from the pleasure, the overwhelming pleasure is so.. insane.

But you love it.

It’s almost like you want to make him cry. You want him to beg for more. You want him to whine and whimper because of you.

“You don’t have to wait any longer okay? You’ve been such a good boy for me.” His eyes light up at the praise, and his moans and whimpers get louder. You lean down and place little kisses all over his body, focusing on his extremely sensitive neck. He opens up to give you move access, whining as you lick and tease the area.

“Please c-call me that again..” You tilt your head, acting clueless.

“Hmm? Call you what again? Use your words baby.”

“..s-sorry. G-good boy. Call me.. a good boy.. please Y/N.” You smile at his use of words, as he usually refrains from voicing what he wants.

“I see. My good boy? You’re my good boy.” He moans each time it rolls off your tongue, insisting your voice is like honey to him. He’s always been a sucker for praise and compliments, although he tries to hide it sometimes.

“Is this okay, my good boy?”

“Mmf.. yes.. yes. Wait. F-faster, please.” Complying with his request, you pick up the pace slightly, careful not to stimulate him too much. You know that he’s getting closer and closer to that release he’s been desperately yearning, as his moans and whimpers quiet down.

“Baby.. you okay?” You know better than anyone that he’s fine, great even, you just want to tease him a little. He can’t do anything else but nod.

He goes quiet for a few seconds until he’s finally pushed over the edge.

“Oh sh-shit. C-cumming! C-cumming! Y/N!” He chants your name like a mantra as his cock releases quick spirts of cum, staining his stomach and your hand. You stroke him through his high, causing him to twitch slightly, his mouth agape the entire time.

“Ngh.. fu-fuck.. Y/N..” He moans out your name, and to your surprise, he’s still rutting into hand, overstimulating himself. He cries out but he doesn’t stop moving. You begin to slow down after a little bit, but it seems he doesn’t want his high to end just yet.

“Love… love you.. Y/N. So-so much.. A-ahh! So good to me..” whenever he’s orgasming, he tends to mumble sweet nothings over and over again, like he doesn’t have control over his conscience. You know he truly means it though.

“I love you too.” His chest heaves as you place kisses all over his face and chest.

When he finally comes down from his high, his face flushes red. You always need to remind him that how he acts during it is nothing to be embarrassed of, and that you love him regardless.

“Okay.. your turn? I can’t be the only one that gets off..”

[surplekit]

Chile…

(real)

i’m taking sugar daddy applications. everyone hmu 😗

[surplekit]

Luh yuji drabble because that’s my bae

Suggestive, implied freak

Yuji Itadori x reader

The door to your room quietly creaked open and there stood your pink-haired boyfriend in the doorway. He fidgeted awkwardly as he stood—almost waiting for something that you were unaware of.

At the sight of him, you place your phone down on the bed and sit up, giving him your full attention. "Hey baby, what's up?"

"..Nothing..!" He responded with a hint of hesitance, causing you to raise an eyebrow and tilt your head slightly. "Jus' bored and I missed you. That's all." Slowly, he made his way over to the bed and waited for you to lift the covers so he could drape himself over you. But he just stood there looking at you, a look similar to that of being stuck in a trance.

"Baby? Are you okay?" You asked him, concerned, and ushered him to get into the bed with you.

"Y-yeah." He muttered and laid gently on your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist as he snuggled into you. You looked at him and smiled, kissing his forehead. His cheeks pinkened slightly as he stared, admiring you like he always did.

You scrolled on your feed as you cuddled when you noticed Yuji shifting up to get closer to your face. He nuzzled into your neck, leaving little kisses all over it. You giggled—a result of your ticklish nature. The kisses started cute and sweet but became more lustful as he began to gently suckle on the kissed areas.

You gasped quietly and turned to look at the boy. "Mm. You're so affectionate today, something up?"

"Told you I missed you." His antics kept up, still suckling at your neck as his hands started to roam your body, slowly making their way towards your chest.

"I don't think that's all. You're only like this when you want something." You gently push him off you, to get a better look at him. "What is it, baby?"

"...M-missed you a lot. an' I need you." He spoke quiet and low, panting softly as he pulled you in closer.

"Yeah?"

You grin seductively, swiftly adjusting yourself to where you're straddling him, trapping him under you. He nods eagerly, his chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily. His eyes lock with yours and his cheeks redden at the sight of you atop him.

“Need me, hm?" You said in a teasing tone, almost trying to rile him up. You liked to tease him because he was so susceptible to it,—it made him incredibly nervous—allowing control to pass onto you.

"..M-mhm. I-I.." The boy stuttered as he struggled to put his racing thoughts into coherent words, going completely silent when you leaned down closer to his face. Your breaths were soft against his face as his eyes frantically searched yours.

"Slowly." You whispered in his ear, causing him to freeze up. "Use your words." Your sultry voice sent more blood rushing to his face.

And to somewhere further below the belt.

It wasn't long after that you felt his hard-on right under you.

His face heated up as he leaned his head back, his eyes slightly lidded. Upon realization, he began to ramble on.

"S-sorry..! Its jus'.. I can't really h-help it when you're.. you're on top of m-me like.. that." Despite his apologetic tendencies, he started to gently grind into you, trying to release some of that pressure. He truly couldn't help it; you just had that power over him.

[surplekit]

Sometimes I spend so much time searching for a fic that meets my requirements but then I realize they’re so specific and nobody thinks exactly like me so I have to write it myself but I actually don’t want to write it because I’m lazy

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[papamin au 🐅] sledding adventure 🛷

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Short Isagi drabble to quench my thirst for him 🙂

Synopsis: Isagi comes home upset after a bad match and seeks your comfort.

Pairing: Yoichi Isagi x gn!reader

Genre: comfort

You’re sitting on the couch when the front door swings open, Isagi walking in. You smile excitedly as you’d been waiting for your boyfriend to come home so you could spend time together. But as you get up to greet him, you’re met with an unusual sad look on his face.

“Hey..? You okay..? You look upset.” You ask him in a concerned tone. He almost looked dull, there wasn’t much emotion on his face compared to his normal self.

He turns to place his bag down, sighing softly with every movement. You could tell he was exhausted. “It’s alright, I’m fine. Just a bad match. We didn’t play well.”

“Aww baby.” You frown slightly, rubbing up and down his arms gently. It just made you so upset to see your boyfriend like this. “How bad was it?”

“It was pretty bad. We lost 6-2.” As he spoke in a monotone voice, he hung his head, allowing himself to lean into you slightly.

“It’s okay baby. You guys’ll do better next time, okay?”

“Thanks babe.” He says, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’m gonna go shower real quick.”

You release him from your hold and make your way back over to the couch, the heavy padding of his feet slowly fading as he walks towards the bathroom. You curl back up under the blanket and get back to scrolling on your feed.

After what seems like 20 minutes, you hear Isagi coming down the hallway. He walks over and towers over you, casting a shadow over your phone.

“..you okay?” You look up at him, hair still slightly wet from the shower he had just taken. “Wanna talk about it?”

“..no. I kinda.. jus’ wanna lay with you.” He says, his voice more quiet than usual.

“Of course baby, c’mere.” You move the blanket as he adjusts himself on top of you. He lays his head in your lap gently and curls his legs up. He nuzzles slightly into you, closing his eyes and exhaling a deep breath.

“You tired?” Your hand finds its way into his blue locks, playing with the strands and forming different shapes with them. Your other gently massages his scalp, occasionally caressing his face.

“Mhm.” His response was more of a sigh but you’re glad he’s communicating with you. Isagi’s breathing slows, him letting go a little more in the comfort of your presence.

A few comfortable moments of silence pass when he breaks it.

“Babe ‘m just.. scared we’re not getting any better. This is the time we need to prove ourselves and today just was.. not good. Y’know?”

“I know, baby. But it’s only the beginning. There’ll be more opportunities for you guys to really show what you can do. Right?”

“You’re right. It’s just.. I don’t know.” The boy stops, not sure of what to say or how to put his scrambled thoughts into words.

“I feel like I’m not good enough. I want to play for Japan. I really do. But I don’t think I’m good enough.” The sound of his broken voice makes your heart hurt. It hurts to see him talk about himself like that, especially when you think know he’s so much better than how he describes his abilities.

“Hey.. don’t say that. Don’t say that baby. I’ve watched you play and I know what you can do on the field, you’re amazing. One bad game doesn’t make you a bad player, okay?”

“Okay.” You can hear the faint quiver in his voice and you place a kiss on his forehead. Isagi’s always been emotional, you just learned to accommodate for this.

You bombard him with more forehead kisses and he giggles, the adorable sound of his laughter causing you to giggle too.

“Yoichi, you know I’m really proud of you. Just know I’ll be here to support you no matter what.” You affirm him, and you notice him relax a little bit.

He turns his head to look at you with the most lovesick gaze.

“Thanks babe. I really needed that.”

a/n: oh my shaylaaaa 😖😖 I love Isagi so much I can’t. I was lit craving him so I wrote this in an hour spontaneously as I was falling asleep

[surplekit]

Pls pls plsss write more for nerdy izuku w/ black fem reader I love love loved your recent

Thank you for this ask!! Sorry it took so long I had a little bit of a writers' block.. Hope this is up to your standards!

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x black fem!reader

The end of the school day was nearing and luckily, you got to wrap up the tiring day with your favorite class. Excitingly, Izuku—your best friend, was in that class. Even if you didn't enjoy the class much, his presence made everything all but manageable.

As you strolled into the class, your brown eyes locked with Izuku's bright green ones, causing your heart to beat a little faster. It was almost as if his eyes had little sparkles in them, and you couldn't help but smile at him smiling kindly back at you. He waved at you, prompting you to walk over to your usual seat next to him, placing your bag down on the floor beside the desk.

You sigh dramatically, slumping back into your chair and leaning your head back. "Oh my gosh 'zuku, today was so boring." You drag out the last syllables of the sentence. You stare up at the celling for a moment before turning your head to look at him.

Izuku smiled at the nickname you had given him at some point. From what he can remember, nobody had called him anything other than Midoriya—other than Bakugo, who teased him greatly with the name "Deku", but he'd rather put that aside. Over time, Izuku had become so fond of "'zuku", and it became a regular occurrence that he no longer became unbearably flustered at.

Izuku laughs, exclaiming that your feelings are definitely reciprocated. "I'll tell you I feel the same way. It's almost like this day was way slower than the others." He rests his chin on his hand, sighing. "Good thing it's last period though!"

"And it's Friday!! Thank god I don't have anything to do later. I can bed rot in peace." The two of you quietly cheered in the background of the loud classroom. The entire class cheering even louder when the professor announced that this period was going to be a free period.

Throughout the period, you and Izuku laughed together about whatever crossed your minds. Of course, he rambled on about whatever new drawings he added to his collection. It was cute whenever he spoke so enthusiastically about something he found joy in. Whenever you guys are together, time seems to fly. Before you knew it, the bell was ringing, signifying the end of the school day.

Everyone begins to pack up, including you. Not Izuku though. It's not unusual, as he's explained previously that he sometimes likes to spend a little extra time in the room after, sitting in the peaceful quietness of the empty classroom as he draws.

"That's my cue. See ya, 'zuku!" He waves you off, reaching into his backpack, probably to grab his notebook.

Soon came Monday. It was a regular day. The sky was clear blue, and the sun was shining bright. The setting was so perfect it would've seemed like everything was going great. Instead of what should've been, everything that could go wrong, was going wrong.

To begin, you woke up late. This set you back, as your natural curls needed extra time to be tended to. You were forced to rush through your routine, slightly messing up your tight curls which put you in a bad mood. Since that took up a majority of your time, you didn't eat breakfast. Now you were extra conscious of your appearance, and hungry. Not a good combo to start out the week.

And that wasn't even the worst of the worst. The final blow was having to build up the courage to ask your mom to drop you off on her way to work.

The entire car ride, she lectured you on the importance of going to sleep early (you went to sleep at 9, you simply forgot to plug in your phone. As a result, it died, and the alarm didn't ring) which somehow transmitted to how you need to get your grades up (your 98 dropped to a 95).

In situations like these, you just have to simply nod and agree. You finally make it to the school, 15 minutes late. As you walk into the building, you look down at your phone to see the 6 messages from Izuku asking where you are. You text him back to assure him that you'll be there soon and sigh.

To make matters worse, you trip as you're going up the stairs, just what you needed!

As soon as you walk in, you apologize to Mr. Aizawa for being late.

"It's alright. Just.. try not to let it happen again." He says and goes right back to teaching.

"Yes sir." You say back, dragging your feet to your seat next to Izuku in the back.

Mr. Aizawa gives the class some instructions you kind of blocked out and everyone starts conversating.

Not even glancing at the boy beside you, you lazily slump your head down on the desk.

Izuku leans forward to give you a worried look. He's never seen you so dejected. "Y/n.. are you alright?"

"..yeah. I'm fine." Your response is blunter than you intended, but you're just so over it.

A few silent moments pass, Izuku giving you small glances here and there.

"Did something happen? You seem upset." He asks again, hoping to get a little more than an I'm good out of it.

"I promise, Izuku. I'm okay." You try to put the boy at rest but your unusual nonchalant behavior worries him even more.

He really doesn't want to keep pushing but something—he's not sure what—is nagging at him. "Y/n did I upset you?"

You turn your head towards him, a shocked look plastered across your face. "No Izuku, it's nothing you did." Izuku would never do anything to trouble you, and the last thing you wanted was for him to think he was the cause of your gloomy mood.

"You don't have to tell me. I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone. But whatever I did I hope you'll forgive me." He mumbles; a sad tone laced into his words.

"Izuku, I promise I'm not mad at you. I just didn't have the greatest morning. Why do you think I'm upset with you?"

He looks over at you, then looks down, fiddling with his fingers. "You called me Izuku." You tilt your head in confusion, squinting your eyes slightly.

"You.. um. You usually call me 'zuku'.. s-so I thought I did something wrong." It all clicks in that head of yours. You never noticed how the way you addressed Izuku affected him. Something you thought was minor actually meant a lot to him.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I didn't even think you noticed I called you that."

"No, I'm sorry. You can call me whatever you want! Don't feel pressured now because of me." A faint shade of pink dusted over his freckled cheeks as he started to ramble on.

"But you'd prefer if I called you 'zuku." You say, confirming what you already know.

He nodded hesitantly. "Well.. you're the only one that calls me that. And I sort of, grew accustomed to it..?"

"Got it." A devious grin forming on your face. "Got it, 'zuku." You giggled, saying the name over and over again as he covered his face in embarrassment.

"Stop it.." Izuku borderline whined, his face getting progressively redder each second.

"Sorry! You're just too easy to tease!" You laugh, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Glad to see you're you again. Wanna talk about what happened this morning that put you in such a bad mood?" He asked.

You sigh your dramatic sigh as you recall. "Okay so I woke up late, right? And my hair looked an absolute mess! I didn't have enough time to really be careful with each curl so now I look like this. And my mom was just being extra this morning and I really wasn't feeling it."

He listens attentively, giving you his full attention and holding eye contact with you. Nodding, he shows interest in your yap session.

"And I tripped up the damn stairs. I almost walked back out." The two of you laugh at your experience, even though it wasn't funny when it happened.

"I'm sorry. Your hair looks beautiful though, so don't worry about that." The boy admired your hair, complimenting you.

"Thanks, 'zuku." You smile at him, forgetting all about being upset, and just being glad you were blessed with such an amazing friend.

a/n: my obsession with Izuku gets worse everyday y’all it ain’t looking good for me..

Thank you for reading 😚

[surplekit]

Birthday wishes | pt. 2

Synopsis: you and your friends planned a surprise party for your best friend and after they left, things got.. freaky..

Genre: smut……..

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x black fem!reader

Warnings: masochism.. maybe??

a/n: finally finished after I told myself I’d get it done a month ago.. but I had the urge to write for him and this was sitting in my drafts. This one was wayyyy shorter than the first part too

Kirishima came down from his high panting and whimpering, chanting “thanks” like a mantra. You wanted him bad, and he could see it too. He could see it in the way you gazed over his body as if you wanted to devour him alive. And in the way that you desperately rubbed your thighs together.

"Y/N.. I.. I-" He starts out. His crimson eyes search your face and your lips, slowly drifting to the low-cut shirt that showed a little too much of your cleavage.

You drag your soft hands all over his chest, causing him to shiver as you slowly get up from your kneeling position. He eagerly leans in to kiss you, his tongue aggressively invading your mouth. As you kiss him back, you guys make your way to his bedroom, managing to knock over everything and bump into every wall.

You give him a gentle push onto his bed and you follow, crawling over to straddle him. He leans up on his elbows, admiring your face. Giggling at his lovesick gaze, you plant kisses all over his face. The kisses start cute and sweet, until your lips go lower. Now you’re softly nibbling at his neck, and tenderly licking the areas you had just bitten.

"A..ah.." Kirishima whimpers, slightly opening up for you to kiss him more. His trembling hands grab onto your waist and guide you back and forth over his dick. You gasp at the feeling of his bare dick running against your clothed cunt and he doesn't stop.

"Kiri.. condom?" He groans, that pressure starting to build up in his stomach once again.

"Y-yeah.. right in that.. drawer right t-there." You reach over to pull the drawer open, fumbling through some things before grabbing the condom. You hand it to him so you can begin undressing as well. Your shorts are the first to come off, but you hesitate to take off your panties. Your shirt and bra come off too and are thrown into the pile of clothes in the corner.

The red-haired boy fumbles with his shirt for a minute before finally getting it off to reveal the rest of his built body. You catch him staring at your nude body and you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Wow.." Kirishima whispers to himself. You slightly cringe at the act, but his genuine admiration is cute, and it instills a little bit of confidence within you.

Grinning, you attempt to walk over to him "sexily" but horribly fail, tripping over your own feet. The silly act lightens the mood a little bit, the room echoing with the sounds of Kirishima’s and your giggles.

Once you compose yourself, you crawl onto his lap, hovering over his crotch. You rest one hand on his chest and the other next to his head, trapping him under you. Your lips curl into a small smirk as you watch his chest rise and fall quicker by the second. His eyes seem to frantically dart between your eyes and your bare chest. You notice that he can't figure out what to set his eyes on, and he notices that you notice, causing his cheeks to grow red.

"What's wrong, Kiri?" You coo, voice seeming to take on a subtle mocking tone.

"I'm nervous! I've never done this before.." He laughs nervously as he speaks. Crimson eyes lock with yours, looking up at you to give you the most adorable look ever.

"Don't be. Okay, you can start with this." You guide his right hand onto your waist, and the other onto your chest. He swallows quietly, searching for permission to feel around, rather than laying there like a statue.

"Good. See? You're fine." As he loses himself in fascination, you take his dick in your hand, pumping him a few times before allowing the leaking tip to graze your entrance.

Breathless whimpers slipped from the boy's mouth, and he began to plead. "P-please, Y/N... don't tease me.."

Soft sighs left your mouth as his tip began to dip deeper into your cunt each time. "Already begging? Barely even started. Jus' hold on, okay?" He nodded, trusting you. He was big, and you had to get used to his length before you could go all the way.

You finally sink a little past halfway down onto his dick. It's a full feeling you've never felt before, and you gasp quietly. Once you feel comfortable, you start moving up and down slowly.

"S-shit.." He whimpers. It's clear the feeling is new to him as well. "o-oh shit." His pleading eyes lid and his licked lips partly open.

"F-feel good?" You ask him, not knowing if he’d be able to answer. You gripped onto the bedsheets next to his head and sped up, coming back down onto his crotch at a quicker pace.

"Ngh..s-so good." He starts to lazily thrust up into you, the room filling with quiet slaps from each connection his hips make with your ass. The soft grip on your waist tightened and shifted down to feel your hips. Kirishima leans up to leave sloppy kisses all over your neck and chest, moaning in between each one.

The two of you are now panting and out of breath, and you get off him, laying onto your back. He leans forward, trapping you under his body and inserting himself into you again, eliciting a deep groan from the boy. Your back arches slightly off the mattress, his hand snaking up the sheets to lace yours. He looks at you, making sure you're comfortable. Once you nod, he starts moving again, slowly but firmly thrusting in and out of you.

"H-ah.. ngh.. y-you feel so.. good.." He groans, thrusts steadily increasing in speed. His arms hook under your plush thighs, pulling you in closer. Beads of sweat form on his forehead and his breathing becomes more erratic. "T-think 'm gn'a... g'na c-cum soon." He says, his unusually high-pitched voice cracking. His eyes are squeezed shut and he leans his head back, his sharp teeth gritted tightly.

"Y-yeah..? G'na c-cum..?" You're close too. The way his dick touches that sweet spot every time is pushing you closer to the edge with each thrust of his hips. "you're s-so cute, Kiri. So.. so cute."

He whines at your praise and compliments, and he swears the tone of your voice alone could make him cum.

"Y/N.. 'm r-really.." He stops, unable to finish his sentence. "'m.. g'na c-cum.."

The force of his thrusts is now gently shaking the mattress, and he leans forward to be closer to you. Rather than the sheets, he holds firmly onto your waist as he ruts into you, nuzzling into your neck. The room is so humid with arousal and the pleasure so overwhelming and you're both right at that edge. You tangle your hand in his red hair, gently tugging at the roots, causing him to gasp. You tug again, and this time he raises his head to look at you, eyes hazy with desire.

"S-shit. A-again.. do.. it again." He begged.

"Y-you want m-me to pull.. on your hair..?" When you did it before it wasn't on purpose, but now he's asking you to do it.

"P-please." You slightly furrow your brows in confusion but pull on his red locks a little harder this time, as he asked. His eyes well up with tears, clearly in pain. But he keeps asking you over and over again to tug on his hair, each time whining louder and louder. It seems as though the pain was fading into pleasure, as he continued to plead with you.

"Ngh.. Y/N.." He cries out, raspy voice dragging out the last syllables of your name. He could feel that band in his stomach about to snap, and all he could do was whimper your name and rut his hips into your sopping cunt. You knew he was about to be tipped over that edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, and his abs were constantly flexing, a tell-tale sign that he was about to reach that release. You were close too. Your pussy was fluttering with every movement, and you could feel that familiar sensation building up in your stomach.

"m-my god.. it's c-coming..!" He borderline screamed, and his mouth went agape. Heavy breaths left his lips as he tilted his head up towards the ceiling.

"Y/N..! C-cumming..!" His hips stuttered and his legs fell weak. The boy froze up, silently whimpering as he pulled out, his cock releasing thick spurts of cum all over your stomach, thighs, and his bedsheets.

This sight of Kirishima tipped you over, the white-hot pleasure washing over you like a powerful wave. The sheets wrinkled in your grip as you moaned out, breath shaky. Your toes curled as cum leaked out of you, your body trembling and pussy pulsing as it tricked down to your ass.

The two of you took a few minutes to come down from this climax, the room filled with heavy breathing and sighing. Once Kirishima was a little more conscious, he was able to get a few words out.

"Oh my god Y/N. I've never felt like that in my entire life." He exclaimed, laying down next to you.

You laugh, holding your weak body up on your elbows. "Yeah? Me neither. I guess you can consider it another birthday gift!”

“Yeah. Thank you, Y/N. For today, and everything.” He hugs you and then it goes silent for a moment as he sits there, not a single thought behind his eyes.

"Wait.. I was your first time too..?!” He finally picks up 10 minutes later.

“Did I do okay??" His face flushes red as you laugh, assuring him that he was perfect. He sighs a sigh of relief, before getting up. "Let me get you a change of clothes. You're staying over.. right?"

"If you don't mind, I would like that." He brings you one of his tees and pair of black sweats. Everything is a little too big on you but you don't mind, and he insists that his clothes look better on you than they do on him. After you both change, you lay in his bed. He takes the initiative, and cuddles you, wrapping his arms around your frame. It's late and you're both tired, so you close your eyes, trying to get some rest.

"So about the boyfriend thing.. can I-" Kirishima starts out, before you interrupt him.

"Ask me tomorrow, just cuddle me right now." You sighed, nuzzling your head into his chest and he grins.

"Okay, Y/N."

Thanks for reading 😚

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･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･: On the Ice *:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*

Synopsis: How I think ice skating with the Mha boys would go ❄️

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Denki Kaminari, Tenya Iida, Katsuki Bakugo,

Genre: fluff

a/n: it’s actually starting to snow and I thought of this idea while trying to fall asleep 😭 but I didn’t know if I was gonna do blue lock, Mha, or Naruto or something else so I might do something like this in the future for a different series.

Izuku Midoriya

He would be the perfect ice skating partner.

He’s only ever ice skated once prior but he’s not entirely terrible.

You guys would get on the ice in your cute matching gloves, hats, and scarves.

He’d beg insist that you held his hand so he wouldn’t fall which is true, but he really just wanted to hold hands with you.

“Y/N I’m scared!! Let me hold your hand!!”

He really thinks he’s being slick throwing that last part in there but you play along.

His cheeks and nose would turn red because of the cold. But also because of this simple act of hand holding. The light PDA gets to him sometimes.

You would definitely be the one to guide him around the rink, holding hands as he trails behind you.

The two of you would skate slowly together, figuring out how to maneuver around on the ice and he’d give you the most lovesick gaze ever while doing it.

Overall it’s a fun experience, the atmosphere light and joyous as the you guys laugh and tease each other for falling or slipping up.

Denki Kaminari

He actually asked you if you wanted to go to the ice skating rink with him and it ended up being so chaotic.

He was so confident about his abilities on your way there, but the second he laced those skates up and you started dragging him towards to entrance of the rink..

“Wait.. w-wait, hold on. I don’t know about this..”

He gets scared and starts nervous laughing because he realizes he actually doesn’t know what he was thinking as he has no idea how to skate.

You convince him that it’ll be fine, and you’ll have fun learning how to together. He hesitates but follows your lead, not knowing what he got himself into.

He allows you to lead him onto the rink, gripping tightly onto your hand and begging you not to let go.

For a few minutes, he’s alright. He’s assures himself that he had nothing to worry about. Until the blade of his skate hitches on the ice.

Now he’s flailing around like a cartoon character, screaming like an idiot. And you can’t help but laugh.

Everything’s all fun and games until he grabs onto your coat, dragging you down with him. The two of you struggle to get up for the next 5 minutes because he unintentionally drags you back down everytime.

Tenya Iida

Before even getting on the ice, he gave you a 10 minute lecture of the dangers of ice skating, and made you promise that you wouldn’t do anything he’d consider irresponsible.

He wanted to bundle you up in excessive pads and take extreme safety measures but you were able to convince him that the place you were going was safe and nothing would happen.

He’d be so protective of you. Like he would watch your every move to make sure you didn’t fall.

Even at the slightest slip up he’ll freak out, trying to run skate over to you.

“Y/N please be careful! Do you want to give me a heart attack?!”

On top of that, he can’t skate himself. So as he’s trying to keep you safe, he’s also struggling, slipping and sliding everywhere.

He saw you slip (you caught yourself before you fell) and of course, he ran over to rescue you, but he fell right on his backside. He scrambled to get up while you clutched your stomach, laughing your ass off.

He was a little embarrassed because you were laughing at him, but he was glad that you were okay and happy at least.

Katsuki Bakugo

You brought up the idea of going to an ice skating rink and he agreed with little reluctance simply because he wanted to make it a competition of who’d be the better skater.

Although you thought you’d be the clear winner because of your light experience, you were seriously mistaken.

This boy hasn’t skated a day in his life and he’s a natural at it. It took him just 5 minutes to figure out the basic motions and movements.

After it clicked, he started moving like a figure skater. Deadass just spinning and doing jumps that he didn’t even know he could do.

“Bet ya’ can’t do this.”

Obviously you’re annoyed because how is he so much better than you? He sees this and continues to brag and tease you for a little while more but stops and skates with you.

He’ll slow down and give you tips even though he just learned (you still take them because it seemed to work for him).

He’s like a teacher, he’ll stand and watch with his hand on his hip to make sure you’re doing it the way he told you to and wont let you leave the rink until you’ve learned.

He will absolutely make fun of you for falling but will eventually help you get back up on your feet.

“Get up, ya’ damn loser.”

[surplekit]

Just a short Bakugo drabble 🤭

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x gn!reader

a/n: in my mind he acts all angry and boastful but in private when he’s in a relationship he’s actually nervous and shy all the time

“Would you stop staring at me like that?” You said, trying to focus on chopping up the veggies in front of you at the counter.

For the past 10 minutes, you would catch Katsuki sneaking long glances at you. He’d constantly look, look away, then look back. Maybe there was something on your face..? You tried to ignore it, but through your peripheral vision, you could feel his crimson eyes burning a hole right through you.

“Like what?“ He scoffs, averting eye contact and drumming his fingers on the armrest of the couch. “I wasn’t looking at you.”

“If you say so.” You let out a hum, dismissing his outright lie. As you turn around to grab a bowl, you catch his gaze again. Unsurprisingly, he quickly looks away, resting his chin on his hand.

“Kats. What do you want?” You wipe your hands off using the towel on the counter and make your way over to the couch he’s sitting on. “Tell me what’s going on babe.”

The room goes silent for a minute as he works on gathering his thoughts. After a moment, he finally turns to you.

“..I want a kiss.” The words left his mouth so quietly you could hardly hear what he had said.

It finally made sense to you. This entire time, all he wanted was simple attention. Honestly, you should’ve picked up on it quicker, knowing that Katsuki has a hard time expressing his needs and wants. Especially when it comes to your relationship and anything even remotely romantic. But even through his tough demeanor, you could see the slight blush of pink form across his cheeks, and you hold back a snicker.

“A kiss..? Y’know you coulda just asked instead staring at me like a weirdo.” You tease him and he grunts disapprovingly. You hold his face in your hand and place a chaste kiss on his cheek, causing his ears to turn slightly red.

“There. Better?” A giggle leaves your lips as you get up off the couch. You begin walking back to the kitchen when Katsuki gently tugs on your shirt.

“..wait.” The boy starts out, avoiding eye contact.

“..another?”

[surplekit]

I need to tie him up.

Like he eat this cake instead 😶

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IT’S COMING OUTTTT

art creds: gsony24 on tiktok

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cozy lil cafe :3

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