#didnt see that comin didja

[shoutogepi]

Taking Care of Their Drunk S/O After a Girls’ Night Out

with Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou 

genre : [ ☀︎ ]  fluff!! & a tiny bitta steam~

hc prompt : how would he take care of you if you come home wasted after a girls’ night out?

author’s note : this is my first time writing headcanons!! idk if this is good hc material but lemme know what you think! :) **gif not mine!!

bakugou:

first of all, blasty is annoyed that you’re going out and ditching his elderly ass at home. it’s a wednesday night so who in their right mind would be going to the club?? sure it’s your close friend’s birthday but they couldn’t just push the celebration to the weekend like a normal person?

sure you have work tomorrow but you’re young enough and it’s your friend’s birthday, they just went through a breakup so you just wanna be there for them, physically and emotionally. and bakugou gets that, but he’s still gonna be crabby about it cuz he usually drags you into bed at like ten pm.

more importantly, he likes to have you tucked up in his arms, nose in your hair and tbh your ass on his crotch. it’s just so much easier to fall asleep knowing you’re safe and there with him, and even though he complains about it, the sound of your gentle snores really lull him into slumber.

therefore he has a hard time falling asleep just because you’re not with him, but then the fact that he’s in his large bed and you’re out and about, looking killer in that sexy clubbing number... he’s gnashing his teeth and twisting in the sheets no doubt. knowing you’re most likely very far from sober doesn't really help either. and just thinking of all the creeps that’re probably eyeing up every inch of skin, every curve hugged perfectly by that black sleek dress he usually loves but really despises right now… ugh, he just can’t sleep with his blood boiling like this.

so of course he’s still awake, very agitated may i add, when scratching noises at the door start at two thirty in the morning.

you’re pathetically attempting to open the front door, but the key to the apartment is almost identical to the lobby key and then… the elevator key is there too and oh my goshhh the mailbox key is so small it’s hilarious!! like it’s a baby or something and idk you’re just vibing, laughing at the mini object drunk off your ass.

and a disgruntled katsuki swings the door wide open while you’re giggling at your fucking keychain like an idiot.

caught like a deer in headlights, your expression actually makes his frown melt into an amused smirk, the corner of his lip twitching upwards. “hey dopey, what’s so funny?”

shaking off the embarrassment, you throw your arms into the air and close your eyes, a great big grin on your lips as you loudly cheer his name.

katsuki has a huge weak spot for you and you just look so genuinely happy to see him that he doesn’t bother to make fun of you further, he just slips an arm around your waist and gathers you inside.

he asks how your night was while he bends down to take off your shoes, instructing you to lean on the door for support because you’re all wobbly and clearly not capable of standing upright on your own. god, how did you even make it back by yourself in one piece?

once the shoes are off, he scoops you up like you weigh nothing. years of training have paid off, i mean, his biceps are probably the same circumference as your skull so… it makes sense that he’s able to carry you so easily but it still blows your mind every time he does it.

sets you on the edge of the bed, kissing your forehead when you ask if he’s always had such sparkly eyes. oh, how they shine in the moonlight. lmao you’re a cheesy drunk. he shakes it off with the classic bakugou tch but you know deep down he loves it.

he takes off your constrictive clothing so all you’re left in is your underwear, and yeah his eyes linger because you’re literally perfect to him. but it’s like three am now and he just wants to get you ready for bed, so he puts one of his ground zero shirts on you because he doesn’t trust himself to not escalate the situation with you sitting naked in front of him like that.

has you sit on the sink counter in the bathroom while he hands you your toothbrush, toothpaste already squeezed out and bristles wettened. as you very sloppily brush your teeth, complaining about how the mint flavor is “too spicy”, he’s busy getting out the makeup remover and wipes.

he watches you do your little routine every night so he’s well versed in what to do. he ties your hair back and you’re surprised, like, how does he know how to tie a girl’s hair?? you figure it’s from past experience so you let him know your thoughts.

he’s red from ear to ear with blush, and he adamantly explains that “it’s not that hard to do, smartass, i didn’t learn from that.”

is all pouty and grumbly as he swipes the cotton pad across your face but his touch is sweet and so careful, loving. you lean into him like a cat, and he gets even redder because fuck you’re really cute.

after you’re done brushing your teeth, katsuki hands you a glass of water and tells you to drink it, or else you’re not getting any cuddles tonight.

“slow down dopey— i didn’t mean all in one go!”

he puts on your skincare stuff too, and he even rubs it into your skin in the right direction and pressure.

you just kinda sit there and then suddenly you’re tearing up because your man is so considerate ?? and gentle?? and he’s just, ugh, perfect and all yours and you’re just really in your feelings all the sudden.

katsuki is shook when he stops focusing on rubbing the moisturizer into your neck to see tears gathering along your lower lashes.

“hey, what’s wrong, princess? did something happen? do you feel alright?”

you just pull him close and hold him tight. and katsuki is the smartest guy you know, he picks up all your social cues. so he softly wraps his strong arms around you, calloused fingers rubbing into your scalp.

“i just really love you,” you whimper, muffled his now damp shirt. “i’m sorry for keeping you up, i meant to just sneak in and slide into bed. you don’t have to do all this.”

he’s quiet for a moment before he squeezes you carefully, letting out a low sigh. “you worry too much, baby. you know i’d do anything for you...” he leans back and his thumb rolls over your wet cheek, eyes half lidded and a small, sincere smile on his lips, “and, i really love you too.”

kirishima:

kiri isn’t really the type to get super overprotective, and he does his fair share of partying so he is more than understanding when you tell him you’re going to the club with the girls.

he does pout a little when you tell him he can’t come, but he quickly accepts the fact because he understands it’s “girls’ night” and he probably wouldn’t want to be there for that anyway. although he does quip out a small comment about how sexy you look in your clubbing outfit, and how much sexier it’s gonna look on your bedroom floor later on.

safe to say you leave the house with a blush on your cheeks and a little heat between your legs.

you’re out with the 1A girls tonight— you’d all stayed pretty close after graduation and somehow you’d finally managed to get a night that all of you could attend. you can’t remember how many rounds of shots go by, and by the time the club is closing, your friends are all in various stages of drunkenness.

tsuyu and ochaco are playing some children’s hand game and singing along to it while they clap their hands together incessantly, jirou and hagakure are stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk as some kind of competition and yelling in indignation, and mina and momo have their arms around your shoulders as they debate what would be tastier right now: takoyaki or taiyaki.

honestly you keep tripping up on the words because they sound so similar, so the conversation just keeps going in circles until one of you finally decides to call a cab.

it’s about one in the morning— the group had left the club to get a snack before the easy mart across the street closed and you’d each gotten probably too many foods, your eyes bigger than your stomach.

kirishima laughs when you walk into the apartment, wobbling a bit with the (surprisingly full) plastic “thank you!” bag swinging around in the air.

“hey babe, whatcha got there? woah now—“

he reaches out and catches you before you tumble over, a red brow raised teasingly at your questionable balance.

“you alright baby?”

his voice is always deep, but it sounds even more intoxicatingly velvety in your drunken stupor, and all you do is give him the eyes with your tongue poking out between your lips.

he laughs at you again, nodding and whispering a “later, eager girl” in your ear as he sits you down on the couch, large hands fiddling with the straps on your ankles.

kiri frowns as the heel comes off, angry red marks marring the top of your foot, the back of your ankle faring even worse with a blister rubbed raw laying there.

you hiss when he touches it experimentally, a look of surprise on your face and frustration on his.

“y’know you’re really deadly in those heels babe, but if i’d known they’d hurt ‘ya i wouldn’t have let ‘ya wear ‘em out for so long…”

he disappears into the bathroom for a moment only to come back with the first aid kit. he gingerly holds your foot with one hand, the other dabbing some antibacterial cream onto the wound. he rips the wrapper with his pointy teeth, and you stifle a laugh at his red hero logo littered across the bandage.

he chuckles at your laughter, pressing a gentle kiss to your knee as he repeats the action on the other foot.

once he’s done and you’re all bandaged up, he sits next to you on the sofa, pulling your legs up across his lap.

he is not afraid to stay up late with you— actually, he prefers it because he just loves talking with you, especially when you’re all giggly and blushy because of the alcohol. plus he doesn’t want you to go to sleep still drunk (which he can tell you clearly still are), cuz he thinks you’ll have more of a hangover and it’s not that he doesn’t wanna take care of you tomorrow, it’s that he doesn’t want you to be in any pain if you can avoid it. he is a gentleman after all.

kiri inquires how your night out was, and you inform him of all the fun you’d had with the girls. he nods as he listens, big hands coming to rub your feet with the tiniest bit of strength— just enough to soothe your aching feet.

he tends to your every need;

fetching you an icy water bottle and encouraging you to drink from it frequently— “take another sip for me baby, I’ll add another minute to your massage if ‘ya do— haha that’s it, good girl!”

turning on the fan when you say you’re a little warm— “you’re hot? yeah i know. kidding. lemme get the fan for ‘ya.”

flicking on the TV and putting on your choice of entertainment. he doesn’t mind that it’s that show you love, even if it’s his third time watching this particular episode— “great choice babe, this one’s funny… hey, what’s that look for? of course it’s alright, i love this show!”  

it’s more of a background noise anyway as he talks with you, genuinely enjoying your company and just being there with you. he just wants to chat with you; share your smiles and hear your thoughts from the night, make silly jokes about the show and hear your laugh, lay his cheesy pickup lines on you even though you’ve been his for quite some time now.

and it’s so cute to him how you stumble on your words and amuse yourself when you’re drunk like this, and then when you remember you had bought snacks he swears his heart skips a beat at your squeal of excitement.

“this one’s for you!” you chime happily, hand outstretched and offering the box of pocky to him. his heart melts a little (okay maybe a lot) at your gift— he’d said he was craving chocolate last night and you had remembered, even in your intoxicated state.

gosh, he really loves you.

he’s about to voice the emotion when his thumb brushes over the perfect spot on the arch of your foot particularly hard, and a loud moan erupts from your lips, your brow furrowing and your lip pinching between your teeth.

you share a heated look before he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“thanks babe, but the pocky’ll have to wait,” he murmurs as he tosses the box aside, pushing the bag of snacks onto the floor. crawling over your legs with a sharp-toothed smirk on his lips, he growls lowly, a glint in his crimson eyes. “there’s something else i needa taste of now…”

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[tiramegtoons]

A totally unrelated and absurd way to introduce an oc ive had for a while.

[iamtheempress]

(Fu)cking Unbelievable

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Another long dull and disapointing day had drawn to a close and as far as you know nothing exciting really ever happens to you.

You remain in your room on your computer hoping for something interesting to happen. The idea floods your mind when you absentmindedly groan and stare out the window. You think about him. The idea of him sends butterflys to your stomach and you feel whole. 

You get up from your chair and drop your pants and put on an enormous shirt that goes to mid thigh. The shirt swallows you whole pretty much as it only bunches at your breasts and nothing more, something short of a muumuu.

You turn to go into bed with the tv droning on, to jump abit at the lavender skinned Demon standing arms crossed in the darkened window. Fu looked like he was about to knock when you saw him and opted to waving his fingers at you and quirking a smile.

You gasp childishly and throw the window open "i was just thinking about you!" You say with an overtly excited smirk on your face.

He scoffs and ducks his head in "Doesnt surprise me much, wouldnt have come if you didnt think of me.. also thanks for the little show the-" Fu was cut off mid sentence and very ungracefully fell into your bedroom followed by a loud tearing of clothes. Hes flat on his face and his yellow pants are torn from top of his thigh down to his ankle in the window sill. 

Fu at this point wanted to vanish from sight. 

You stared dumb struck and absolutely close to failure from laughing at him. "Oh my g- do you need help up??" You scramble to help him only to be met with a finger to your face "no, just let me get my pants off this damn thing.." he pulls his pant leg from the nail in the window sill and stands up looking down really annoyed, the playful look on his face all but gone when he looks to see the tear showing a muscled leg and just the hem of his black boxers. "Well that sucked! So much for a smooth entrance." He dusts off his arm and looks at his leg and groans audibly. "Dammit… Sorry Ellie." A dark purple hue rises to his cheeks and his ears bend abit, also turning purple against the glossy white locks of his hair. "Hey calm down it was funny, Fu.." he makes a tsk noise and sits on your bed and pulls you to him. "You dont mind because you just wanted to see me in my briefs didja?" He holds you by the waist and pulls you between his thick legs. "NOOO…." You blush and he raises a brow and slides his palms under your large shirt to your hips. He knows your bullshitting. "Yea…" as you say this he swings you around and your back hits the bed and hes above you, hovering just abit above you some pearlescent white hair falls into your face. "Well i guess my face plant works more in our favor then huh..?" He leans in and kisses your pulse softly before lowering himself upon you and raising your shirt more to get a better feel for you, his big hands spanning your back like hes mapping you out, and like always your dumbstruck and trying to keep quiet. "F-Fu…Were not alone this time." You squeak out, when his hips grind against your clothed sex. "Thats fine.. i dont understand the need for parental figures for your age but if you can manage to keep that purty trap shut ill take you away." He promises against the lobe of your ear licking up and sinkinh his teeth against the lobe gently, you clap your hand against your mouth and you can feel his girth spring to life.

Just before you two can take it abit further the doorknob jiggles and hes off of you in LESS then a moments notice. He hides in the corner above the door. Really cramming himself up there to make sure hes as quiet as a big muscly purple demon can be, his dick standing at full mast unfortunately. 

A parental figure opens the door and looks at you and around the room for a second. Your eyes snap to Fu and he makes a motion with his head like 'dont even look at me.' 

They shrug and close the door. Fu sighs and floats to thw floor and locks the door. "Now then…" He crosses the room in two strides and is back in your face kissing you fervently.

You cant even wrap your head around the fact he can just bounce back that quickly. "Be a good girl for me and keep your legs open." He kisses you softly and pulls himself free through the stupid hole in his pants. He pulls your panties to the side and doesnt even take a moment to push right in and hes chuckling into your neck. "Theres no way you got that wet after all of that El…" he teases you and sets a comfy and steady pace for the both of you, he quickly becomes bored of missionary and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and keeps one between his legs and picks back up to where he left off. Your whimpering like a fool and he grunts looking down at you holding your leg up and covering your mouth. How hes able to fuck you so good and not even break a sweat still baffles you, but the only thing on your mind is mush compared to how excellently hes fucking you "hmhm.. you look so cute… even when your going cross eyed like that.." 

His hips pick up speed and he notices how your body arches to this new pace, he doesnt cease. A devilish grin grows on his face as he helps you chase this high like a race to the finish. You claw at his hand, your leg digs into his asscheek as you finish in a dramatic way and he uncovers your mouth to fold you in half like this and kiss you deeply. Cumming almost immediately after and slowing to a stop.

Fu listens to you pant and fixes you, and himself to the best of his ability. "Congratulations, your comin with me tonight…" your wordless and staring into space dead pan. "Ellie?" "Sorry… id love that… i really would!" You hold his face, his glasses are fogged to high hell. "Say no more~" he smirks like an idiot and scoops you out of bed. "Gimme those spare pants i lent you before we leave please…."

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@anti-jaina enjoy foolish mortal~

[pockynuko]

GUESS WHO JUST SOLD THEIR SOUL TO A NEW SHIP

kido x momo from Mekakucity Actors 

[ask-the-harlem-newsies]

Y-yeah..I'm fine...Listen..I don't know if Ash will tell you this, but some kids were picking on him pretty bad on the way home..I think that's why he asked me to walk him home. Is he okay?- Jane

Captain: *Shes immediately alert when she hears what Jane said* He’s been gettin’ hurt? Shit- *she runs her hand through her hair, all intimidation tactics replaced with an almost motherly type of worry* That explains why he’s been waitin’ for one of the fellas to pass him before comin’ home. Why didnt he tell me? *she looks back up at Jane* You didnt ‘appen to see what they looked like, didja?