#scar’s writing again 📕

[scarlettriot]

I don’t have finer points worked out yet, but I needed to share anyway.

Imagine you and Kiri go on this extensive vacation as friends. You’re both single and want to travel but don’t wanna go alone, so, together it is. But after some fun events and thrilling adventures in brand new places, he gets a little too caught up in the moment and kisses you.

He’s worried he’s ruined everything but you assure him it’s more than okay. Kissing him back and he feels a little better about it.

Weeks pass and you two hold hands, steal kisses, and have even had a steamy make out or two but nothing more. Both too worried that’ll cross some friendship line (even though both of you are already so far past the point of just friends—you just won’t admit it yet).

But, one night you’re someplace warm and tropical, in this outdoor club with him and you both have plenty of liquid courage surging through your bodies. You’re on the dance floor, grinding up against him. He’s got his white linen shirt open and it looks so damn good against his sun kissed skin you can’t help but run your hands all over him.

He’s just a man though, and he can only handle so much. When he reaches his limit, he grabs you by the hips and yanks you flush against him. His heated words across your neck make you freeze for a moment. “I know we’re just supposed to be friends, but if you keep dancin’ on me like this, I’m gonna fuck you like you’re mine.”

When your brain processes exactly what he said, you respond by pushing your ass harder against him, against his incredibly stiff cock that you alone caused. Your arms loop up and around his neck to keep him close. “Oh really? Well, why don’t you prove it, big guy?”

I’m just saying… there’s no way we would even make it back to the hotel room…

[ptrckjcne]

Idk if you’re still doing it but…I’ll put every book I can find here for you. Your McDanno ideas give me oxygen. (Plus I would love to know what RDR2 ideas you may have.) you’ve made me wish for a crossover now of RDR2 and H50.

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ohhhh am i glad you asked!! first of all, thank you?? that makes me so happy to hear – and moving on, yes i've got some more rdr2/mcdanno ideas cooking away.

i've been playing rdr2 nonstop now since i handed in my exam, and let's just say it's taken it's toll on my creativity–

(i may have titled the ideas i've actually started writing and if you think that sound familiar because it's a mission from red dead redemption, both games, then weeeeell you're quite right)

ideas below the cut, let's rumbleeee

📕 – we loved once and true

steve and danny are teenagers, confused and on the run, set somewhere during the 1870s. think the town of valentine, just earlier, and think a storyline that resembles that of dutch and hosea finding john and arthur.

they first meet in a saloon, seeking shelter from the rain. steve's the son of an outlaw and a bounty hunter, a tale that's tragic on its own, and danny's the son of a wealthy family with ideals he considers to be wrong. they spend an afternoon and a night together, dodging drunken fools while waiting for the rain to let up.

finding out they have quite a bit in common, they spend some days together, getting to know one another and falling in love – though this is what terrifies them, because what's a future for two gay teenagers in the wild west?

one morning, about the same time as the sun rises, they part ways, steve heading for the forest where he left his horse, secure and sheltered, while danny heads for the plains, a train, and a future somewhere else.

(the next bit technically works as a we loved once and true II)

five years later they meet again, under another set of unfortunate circumstances. danny's new and better life was in a gang, led by joe white. steve's a man on the run, scarred (physically and mentally) and hardened by a life as a lone wolf. there's a bounty on his head, and he's skittish, his trusted horse the only one he truly trusts.

the gang needs money, and danny's set to lead a little group that does bounty hunting. however, when he sees a poster with steve's name on it, he sets out alone. ain't no way some other fools are gonna put a bullet in steve and earn money from it.

and then yadda yadda, you know how it goes. danny gets steve to trust him, and instead of turning him in, he shows steve the value of a family and introduces him to the gang – though it's not always easy – and so on, and so forth.

writing down this i came to realise i have far too many ideas for this, so oops watch me make an attempt at actually writing this and possibly turning this into a series? god help me

📗 – stranger in a strange land

amnesia!fic but make it the wild west (can you tell i'm a sucker for wounded!steve ending up at danny's ranch one way or another?)

steve's taken a beating. a bad beating. he's got on his horse, and he's got his horse moving, but he passes out long before they get anywhere, and is woken to someone desperately trying to calm down his horse. enter danny, who nearly shot steve's mustang instead of the pronghorn he was hunting, and now heads home with a horse and a wounded man.

he quickly establishes that this stranger's got a bad case of amnesia, that he's taken a beating, and that someone's probably coming for him – to save him or kill him, danny doesn't know.

he keeps him around, let's him heal, helps him through nightmares that show glimpses of what he's been through, and let's the powerhouse of a mustang rest up in the field with his horses.

when the time comes, and someone does come for steve, it's not to kill him (but danny's got his rifle at his side, because he's grown fond of this dumbass stranger who's stuck in what he keeps calling a "strange land"), but to bring him home, but as it turns out, steve returns after only a few days – because he kind of like really enjoyed the quiet and peace of ranching with danny.

📘 – honor, amongst thieves

thief!danny & lawman!steve

danny likes to think of himself as a robin hood type of guy. ever since he got the sole custody of grace, it was what he needed to do – no job was interested in keeping him, no ranch was interested in a farmhand with family ties that could take him away from work, and he wasn't about to risk his life to become a bounty hunter, regardless of how well it would pay him.

so, he steals. he steals, and he gets a criminal record, and he moves them around more often than not.

however, as he comes across a new town, a rustling city more than a dusty town, really, he figures they can stay a while. crime spikes, and his petty little thefts will be overlooked as yet another wanted outlaw is hanged for his crimes. there's a lawman set to work danny's case, though.

steve's the "runt" of the force. he didn't want to become a lawman, yet had no choice, his father forcing him to be a police officer. he gets set to work the lamest cases, and when people start reporting stolen purses, wallets and money clips (among other things), he's set to figure it out. he just didn't expect the thief to be ... well, danny.

📙 – blood feuds, ancient and modern

rival gangs rival gangs rival gangs

romeo and juliet, but make them gay cowboys in rival gangs. shooting at each other at noon, bandaging each other's wounds and kissing at six pm. that's really all there is to this idea at this point.

📚 – lost, and not quite found

freddie and steve had to split up, their best chances of survival being that if they split. steve makes it out alive, freddie doesn't, and steve then decides he's going to make it back to where freddie died, bringing him to a place of peace to bury him.

on the way, one late night, he stumbles across the small camp of a nature photographer, who offers him shelter for the night. steve reluctantly stays (he's just survived being betrayed by a man who once gave him shelter, naturally he's going to be unsure about the offer), and as things would have it, the two really hit it off.

steve leaves, however, in the morning, continuing his mission to give freddie peace, and danny continues his work, gathering photos for an upcoming exhibition. they're not expecting to see each other again – not until danny's been chased around by wolves, and in a desperate attempt to calm his horse down, returns to his old camp, only to find steve there.

he's given freddie peace, he's honoured him, but he can never go back to the life he lived before. danny tells him about the wolves, unsure of why – but when steve offers to help him out, claiming he "knows his way around the wildlife and the woods," it makes sense to danny. and suddenly he had an extra name to credit on the exhibition

and nooow for the two ideas that aren't rdr2 inspired!

📔 – fever pitch

soccer dad!danny and talent scout!steve

charlie's this massive talent on the football (soccer) pitch, and it's no secret to anyone that there are big clubs from all over the world looking to sign him to their academies. steve is the big shot talent scout for one of said big clubs (manchester united), but he's had a bit of a drought on the recruitment side. however, he flies to the us to sit down with charlie (and danny and grace), and gets them to move to england.

at first, danny's negative to the idea, because it's england, and it's away from their family, and moving there means his son is really growing up. however, he's not too happy about this fancy-clad talent scout that came to uproot their lives, and intends on complaining about it to him.

however, steve's traveling a lot, and offers the williams' to stay in his house until they get settled in the city, and when he returns after a business trip late one night – to find danny in his kitchen, tea towel over his shoulder as he's cooking something italian, he's finding it real nice to have company again. and, danny finds it very nice to see that this guy, the fancy talent scout with a shit-ton of money – well, he's not so bad (and he looks really good in cargo pants, not that danny'd ever tell him).

📖 – down by the river avon

because mcdanno au's in england >

danny's a professor. this big shot, amazing professor, that's being headhunted to teach at universities all around the world. for a while he was interested, but when grace was born, it was a no from him, and he stayed put. however, as the university of bath looks to recruit a new professor, they reach out for him – first for a trial year.

he doesn't want to, but grace convinces him he should ("it's a good idea, danno, and i can come visit you when i visit grandma and grandpa in london,"). due to delays in getting his apartment ready, he ends up staying at a nearby hotel, and the pub down by the river becomes his go-to watering hole.

it's a good thing the barkeep is kind of really attractive.

steve's up and left his life in hawaii, after the death of his parents and years as a navy seal that's given him more grief and pain than anything else. now he owns the scuttlebutt, a cosy pub down by the river avon. his customers are mostly regulars, those who come time and time again, regardless of season and weather, but when there's a new guy stumbling in, his interest peaks.

and, as the year progresses, his interest never once dips.

[buffintruder]

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Thank you for this ask, but sorry in advance. In retrospect, I don't even know why I reblogged this ask meme because the only fics I have been able to think about are Kamen Rider fics and almost none of the people following me have seen any Kamen Rider

(prompt: Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.)

Anyway since you sent so many books, I'll talk about two ideas:

FMA post canon

Look, Greed's death made me very sad and he will be alive in all the fics I write because that's what he deserves.

That said, I think it would be very fun/horrible to write something from Ling's pov after Greed dies, specifically maybe something in the set up of "five times someone thought he was Greed and one time they didn't"

I haven't planned out specific scenes but here's what I think a few of them would be

-Darius and Heinkel who have only really known Greed and weren't around to watch the final showdown (I think? If they were around in canon, they aren't in this au) and are like "hey boss good to see you made it out of this mess" and Ling has to be like "....he didn't make it out"

-Ling has talked to Ed a couple times in the aftermath of the battle but one time he comes up from behind him or something and for a split second Ed is like "ugh Greed stop bothering me" and then they both realize

-idk about this one but I feel like at some point on him+Lan Fan+Mei's journey back to Xing, they run into some sort of situation where Ling thinks it would be beneficial to act like Greed to get out of it

-the final scene would be in Xing and I'm not sure, maybe he would wake up from a nightmare where he was Greed being pulled out of Ling's body (they were psychically linked then, you can't tell me that wouldn't leave some really weird scars and dreams) and Lan Fan wakes him up and calls him Ling, and of course she would never see him as anything other than Ling because she's known him her whole life and always refused to accept Greed having control of his body

Kamen Rider Blade Star Trek

Okay so when I was in early high school there was a genre of crossover in which a team (Star Trek crew, Firefly crew, the Avengers) meet some strange man (honestly usually the Doctor from Doctor Who) and are just like 'wtf is this guy's deal's. Additionally, Kamen Rider Blade has a novel set 300 years in the future where the main character has amnesia. So I have decided to combine the two of these things

Basically Kamen Rider Blade ending premise (spoilers): a human called Kenzaki sacrifices his humanity for a member of the monster group (Hajime) to keep living a life among humans. The catch is that now they are both immortal, and if they ever meet again they will be compelled to fight to the death

So this fic would alternate between povs of the cast of Star Trek Deep Space Nine.

One day they receive a distress call, but upon further inspection it's coming from a small craft that has already been shot up to the point where nobody could survive it. They figure that they might as well check it though, see if there are any bodies to return to families or something. However, there is a unconscious but otherwise perfectly healthy and human looking man.

He wakes up, and it turns out that he doesn't have any of his memories except his name, and upon second inspection he is not human but also doesn't resemble any aliens they know. He's almost human with all the right organs in the same place and everything, but his blood is green and viscous and they aren't sure if half the organs are actually doing anything, etc. Also sometimes he references things from turn of the millennium earth as if he lived there himself which is wild

There's just a lot of crew interactions which I will not get into, but I would definitely find a way to bring Garak and Keiko into this, along with the main crew (by which I mostly mean Sisko, Jadzia, and Julien because I don't really know what Kira or Odo would have to say to Kenzaki)

This is interspersed with scenes of Hajime on a commercial transporter flying to deep space nine because he wants to go through the wormhole because he's super depressed and maybe going to the other side of the galaxy will help (it probably won't, but who knows. It's not like he's tried it before. Maybe there, he'll be far away enough he won't feel the constant urge lingering in the background to go find and kill his only surviving friend, the person he cares most about in the entire universe)

[thecorruptedlovely]

@itzury-navarro

Thank you for this request! Fun fact: you requested three of my absolute FAVORITE characters from the Arcane and I am SO happy to write about them!! :D

And since they're my favorites, I've decided I'm going to do.... ALL OF THEM! :DDDD

Hope you enjoy!!

Also for Viktor I decided to do a s/o with ADHD since the term neurodivergent covers a LOT of other stuff, and for Jinx I decided to do a S/O who has PTSD since, again, there's so many things listed under mental illness and it would be difficult to include all of the mental illnesses she has (I don't wanna make this TOO long so that's why I picked one mental illness), I hope you don't mind!

Sorry if any of this isn't accurate :(

Different types of headcanons for Arcane characters (plus a short story)

No NSFW

Jinx and Viktor are romantic but Silco is platonic (father and child relationship)

Reader is gender neutral, pronouns used (if any) are they/them

No warnings, but just mentioning of PTSD if that counts

Not proofread, may be mistakes and misunderstandings of the request

(Viktor, Jinx, Silco)

(My husband omfg skcbskcbskcbdjb)

Viktor 📕 with a S/O who has ADHD

He finds it amusing when you have your little bouts of energy and are just rushing all over the place, not in a mean way, but he finds it pretty cute

He always comes to you when he needs help solving something, seeing as your brain works differently to his you always come up with solutions he never would have thought of

Remembers one time you set up an entire domino-like system where if you were too lazy to open the door for someone you could just throw a teddy bear at this target and let the system do its job

Your room is set up similarly with all these different kinds of domino-like systems or projects that you use to help you with daily stuff

Don't wanna get off the couch (Viktor had it specially brought down for when you wanted to rest with him for a bit) to take something to Viktor or Jayce? You've designed a contraption that'll bring it to them for you.

He also loves how you have a set routine for mornings when you wake up, he's the kind of guy who also likes to have a schedule

Whenever he sees you tinkering with a new invention or contraption for your own personal use he can't help but feel inspired by it, sometimes he'll spend some time staring at you thoughtfully, then it's as if a lightbulb went off over his head and he's off to tinker on his own stuff

He claims that seeing you work so intensely and so determined gives him inspiration and motivation to keep working on whateve he's working on at the moment

"What are you working on now, моя любовь? A new contraption to help with your routine? You never cease to amaze me, моя жемчужина. Allow me to help you, we can get it done twice as fast if we are both working on it."

(Jinx is so pretty and you can't tell me otherwise)

Jinx 💣 bonding with her S/O over PTSD

She is completely understanding about it (in her own kooky way)

She definitely has her share of PTSD from that night

If you're up for it she'll ask you to tell her what happened and what your PTSD is based around

She still has trouble opening up to anyone, but just maybe she'll let you in and tell you some of what happened that night

She'll try to distract you with jokes and stuff, mostly she'll act like her normal crazy self, unless it's really bad, then she'll calm down and offer to lay down for a bit with you

If you ever have moments where a loud noise or sudden movement scares you she'll be there to comfort you and get you out of the situation

Whenever she goes to blow something up she'll always make sure that you're a safe distance away and that you have something over your ears just in case

It might seem like she babies you but really she just wants to protect you, she knows what it's like to be struggling with something like this

She will be there with you through thick and thin and she knows you'll always be there for her when things get rough for her too

"Hey, hot stuff, I made a new bomb! Wanna see it?– Hey, trinket, what's wrong? Did a loud sound scare you again? Don't worry, it was prolly just one of those fat rats... You know, I bet it would make great target practice!– joking, joking!.... Kinda–"

(This is my dad everyone)

Fatherly approval from Silco 🚬

After Silco had called you in to his office with no explanation or anything besides just a "Come to my office, I want to speak to you" had you worried. You hoped you hadn't done anything to disappoint him, he had taken you in as a child when your parents were killed in a fire and he had become like a second dad to you.

You slowly opened the door to his office, carefully peeking in, his chair was facing away from you so you announced your presence with a meek cough.

"You called for me, sir?"

He turned around halfway, currently smoking another cigar, you waited patiently as he blew out a puff of smoke.

"Yes, come here please"

You opened the door fully and stepped in, shutting the door behind you as you walked up to his desk and stood there, waiting for whatever he had to say to you.

"Come around here please" he said, placing his cigar down for a moment as he waited for you to walk around his desk to stand in front of him. Once you stepped around and in front of him he gestured for you to sit on his desk, something he never allowed unless it was you or Jinx.

As stepped closer and hopped up on his desk, leaning back some to assume a nonchalant appearance, hoping he wouldn't sense your anxiety, but surely he wasn't angry if he still allowed you to sit on his desk. He sat up straight, looking you in the eyes.

"I wanted to say, I'm proud to have you as one of my acquaintances, I am glad that I decided to take you in that day, you are an incredibly loyal and diligent worker... I've even come to see you as something close to a child of mine."

Your eyes widened at his words... He was proud of you? And he thought of you as his child? Silco was never a very open guy so something like this was incredibly rare to hear from him, he rarely ever said he was proud of anyone and he definitely never opened up like this to others. You were beyond happy to hear these things from him, so much so that your eyes began to overflow with tears of pure joy.

You suddenly hopped off of his desk before throwing yourself into his lap and hugging him tightly, he chuckled quietly as his arms came up to return your tight embrace. As you pulled back and smiled up at him, you swore you could see pride and happiness in his eyes when he looked at you.

"I swear, as long as you are under my protection, no one, and nothing, will ever hurt you. And if they do, they will pay the price for messing with you."

I realize you probably wanted these to be in the form of short stories so I apologize for that and only doing Silco's as a short story, I feel like I completely misunderstood half the request 😞 I hope you're fine with how I did it instead, but I can always redo it if you'd like :)

[peony-posting]

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[There's a file buried under all the logs, updated very recently.]

It's midnight, and I had another nightmare. I don't know why I keep getting these nightmares, but I guess I'll start writing them down? This one was about the ship crash again, I guess all the flashing red lights and failures really scarred me, huh? lol. I should probably sleep.. Tomorrow's a new day. Maybe I can figure out a bit more on why the wraiths are going feral. I hope that doesn't happen to Echo.. It can't. I'll make sure of it, and everything will be ok! It has to be.

[koscheyyy]

📚hello📙friemd📒heard📔you📓were📕daydreaming📖about📗writing📘 fics📚

*Cracks knuckles* *cracks neck* *cracks spine…of this book*

Right.

Im just going to bullet point a few.

• Lonelyeyes/ TMA- Afterlife Au.

- Elias wakes up face down on a beach, soaked to the bone and coughing up bloody sand. His suit is bloody from where he was stabbed in the heart and he finds a very, very weak scar that threatens to open up again. Cold and miserable and in great pain (after a big cry and scream and sulk) gets up and begins limping along the beach. Until he finds a small, stone cottage sitting on the stone just as the sea fog rolls in with the soft rainfall on elias face- so naturally he strolls right in to find it empty. And in the Goldilocks fashion, finds the big comfy bed and falls straight to sleep. Though when he awakes, he finds himself staring at the face of his deceased husband in the doorway. So, naturally (in the famous Bouchard fashion) he reacts poorly to that and in his screaming of insults and accusations barely notices the wound over his heart open up ‘til he once again awakes on that beach, wet and cold and listen to to the crunch of peters boots upon the sand. They are stuck together in a beach purgatory where they are forced to finally talk about things and actually allowed themselves to fall in love in the ways they couldn’t in life. Also tims there for comedy relief.

• TMA- murder mystery dinner au!

- the archival crew (season1- season4), simon, Rosie and elias and peter (along with many random strangers) are invited to a spooky house under different circumstances to be locked inside with a supernatural murderer on the loose. All the guests are eventually picked off until its the institute crew (including rosie, elias and his disgruntled husband) and Simon are left. Theyre split into unhelpful pairs that must navigate through the sprawling mansion and defeat the many murderous puzzles to find eachother and the killer that invited them to dinner. Will they get out alive??????

• Lonelyeyes/ TMA- camping holiday horror!

- Peter and Elias’ marriage is on the rocks and so what does peter do to try and fix it? Why, take his husband out to a leaky cabin in the middle of the woods of course! Elias isnt a fan but the time away from endless work and the smell of sea salt is a nice change. So on their holiday they encounter the strange neighbours that inhabit the forest and notice the odd traits to the town such as lots of missing pets, screams in the night and even the water running red half the time (must be broken pipes). Elias is plagued by nightmares of his murdeous guilt as peter still tries to navigate his marriage. Until theyre invited by the locals to the celebration of the solstice under the blood red moon and meet just what creature has its sights on the quarrelling couple that could possibly quench its blood lust. (I cant take full credit for this idea because it was sparked in the Lonelyeyes Discord but i cant remember by who)

• RQG angst.

- what if the party was captured by the Hades cult when they tried to rescue their loved ones? Thats it really, Alex wishes he can torture the party like i can!

[scarlettriot]

SHE LIT A FIRE • PT 7.5

Pairing: Dad!Kirishima x F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Aged Up Characters & lots of kisses

Warnings: Swearing, make outs, tooth rotting fluff, I don't wanna tag smut because it really isn't but still Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI just to be on the safe side.

Summary: You and Kiri make this the longest five minutes ever.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Father’s Day Special

Tag List: Will Be In The Comments. If you'd like to be added, message me or comment.

A/N: Hey everyone. I know any update to this fic is long over due and this really isn't much at all but I wanted to give you all something! I hope you enjoy this little snack and that it can hold you over until chapter eight is finished up. I also didn't proof read this so I'm sorry if there are errors...

Word Count: 900ish

It’s a little funny how easy it can be for two people to lose all sense of time. How five minutes quickly becomes ten, pretty soon fifteen, and before either of them can process it, twenty whole minutes have slipped by. You weren’t quite sure how you ended up on the sofa, or when exactly Eijiro pulled you into his lap with the hem of your dress bunching up so you could straddle his thighs with ease. At some point you freed his hair from the tie he had it back in, and he let you slip each button on his dress shirt free too until it hung loose on his wide frame.

You both knew you were tempting fate, living on borrowed time, he should have left by now and gotten home but each time one of you pulled away, the other came crashing back like two magnets that couldn’t be pulled apart. Hands roamed like they were searching for something and yet, they didn’t venture too far. It seemed there were some lines you both knew just couldn’t be crossed this evening despite the wetness that formed between your thighs and the way his cock hardened between his. 

“I don’t wanna go…” He confessed against your neck in between needy kisses. His words were thick and laced with desire that you felt deep in your core. 

You tugged enough on his roots to make him lift his head. “Your parents didn’t plan for a sleepover,” you reminded him softly with a tender kiss to his lips and followed it up with a couple more along his stubbled jawline. “And I’m sure they’ll be worried about you if you’re not home soon.” 

Your palms were pressed against his chest and you chuckled as you felt the sigh before it actually left him. “Yeah, you’re right.” But that didn’t stop him from going in for yet another searing kiss that left you whimpering into his mouth. Each one the two of you shared left you longing for each other even more than before, unsure how that was even possible.

“You know if Remi was at their place–”

“I know you’d stay, Eiji.”

It meant the world to you just to hear him say it though. If he didn’t have obligations that he loved and took so very seriously, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d stay with you all night long. Doing whatever you wanted. Not pressing you for a single thing you weren’t ready for. You just knew that was the kind of guy he was. 

“Good,” He murmured, “as long as you know.”

His hands trailed down your body, thumbs grazing your breasts ever so slightly on the way down to your plush hips where he squeezed affectionately, pulling you flush against him for another deep kiss before lifting you up again. 

It had to be now, no matter how much the two of you didn’t want this night to end. “Call me when you’re home safe.” You said as you walked hand in hand to the door and this time when you rose to kiss him it was fully intentional and right on his lips that turned up into a lovable dopey grin when you pulled away. 

“Always, sweets. Oh– turn around f’me would ya?” 

You spun in front of him and his fingers found that zipper once again. He pulled it down nice and slow so you heard each of the teeth coming apart. He kissed your spine as the fabric split in two and stopped just above your tailbone, “so fuckin’ hard t’leave you.” He groaned and turned you back around for a final goodnight kiss that left you breathless and pinned against your doorway. “I’ll call ya soon.” 

“You better! Drive safe!” You called as he walked down the hallway and he waited until your door closed and he heard the lock slide home before calling the elevator. 

As he waited for it to arrive he still wore that child-like grin. And in the metal of the elevator doors, he could see blush still pooled in his cheeks and ran down the column of his neck. 

He swore he could still taste you on his tongue and feel your softness against his palms, gods, he was never gonna forget a single thing about you or about this night. In the seconds that passed waiting for the elevator he found himself dreaming up future dates and nights out with you. Events that were coming up like the gala… maybe Remi could stay with his parents that night–

The downward arrow lit up and a bell chimed the elevator's arrival dragging him from various day dreams but when the doors slid open, Eijiro realized the small space wasn’t completely empty. One man stood inside. Black slacks and shiny shoes, dress shirt still on but he was missing his jacket and tie, and his red eyes under messy blonde hair looked appropriately exhausted when they met Eijiro’s. 

Katsuki’s brows knitted together when he saw just who was waiting on the other side of the doors. “What’re you still doin’ here? You guys left hours ago– oh.” Understanding washed over his best friends  face as he noticed a look of happiness on the man’s face that was so rare he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen it before. “Heh. It’s about fuckin' time.” 

[scarlettriot]

I sat with my feels for a little too long today and this happened… nothing too detailed but there is a sprinkling of smut, just a pinch. I also didn’t edit this at all hehe ♡ WARNING: Panic Attacks

Kiri’s had impostor syndrome since day one! Questions himself and his abilities even though he’s clearly proven himself time and time again. He wants to help even if he’s got no idea how and it pains him so deeply when he can’t. It’s this drive to always be useful that makes him give 110% of himself all the time…

It’s what makes him keep smiling even though he’s screaming on the inside. It’s why he lays awake at night with a brain unable to slow itself down. He hate that it gets too much for him at times. Telling himself he’s the unbreakable hero, he should be able to handle everything and anything!

He can take on a few extra patrols… he doesn’t mind some extra volunteer work…he can fill in as a guest on that one talk show.

It was just one question that was asked, he didn’t even remember what it was, but it struck a nerve. One that almost brought tears to his eyes and had his words lodged in his throat.

Thankfully he managed to get out of there before making a fool of himself on live television. He found a hall with no one in it and slid down the wall, tugging at the tie around his neck so it was no longer choking him like a noose and then finally settled with his head in his hands.

His whole body felt tense, like he wanted to claw and rip at his skin. All those emotions he’s kept under lock and key were fighting to be free and this time, they were winning.

Every negative option he had of himself was on replay, screaming loud in his head that he didn’t even hear you walking up.

You flashed your visitors pass to get backstage and went looking for him the moment you heard him stutter under the bright studio lights. You knew this break was coming. He’d been over working himself for months, barely sleeping, and when you asked if he was alright he just smiled and told you of course he was.

It was the only lie Eijiro ever told you. You couldn’t force the truth from him, that never worked. You just had to wait.

By the time you found him he was so curled in on himself he looked like a ball with knees press to his chest and his head rest atop them. His hands were locked above his head like he was trying to shield himself from danger only he could see. So, you sank to your knees in front of him to help him fight.

When you put your hands on his shaking shoulders his head shot up, wide. red rimmed eyes meeting yours. “C’mon, big guy, it’s time for a break…”

He didn’t fight you on it. Didn’t insist he was fine. He just nodded his head and let you help him back on his feet.

It was harder than anything for him to let others help him. Take on tasks that were usually his. But little by little he let you take care of him.

Let you drive him home, let you help him out of his suit, let you wash his hair in the shower. Let you make him dinner and even clean up afterward. Let you massage his aching muscles for once.

He let you get on your knees again between his thighs and put your lips around him. He let you help him ease his tension. He let you have control, work him past the bend of your throat until he found his relief.

But, it wasn’t until he had you cuddled up beside him, holding him close, that he let himself find safety and relaxation.

He let his guard down. Let that mask slip away. Let all his insecurities show and let you love him anyway.

[scarlettriot]

♡ COLD COFFEE ♡

Pairing: Kirishima X Reader

Warnings: Hurt//Comfort. Injuries & Hospitalizations.

Word Count: 1k ish

A//N: I’ve been in a coffee shop AU mood so I present to you, this fuckin’ thing. It’s not proofed or anything. Thanks @meggsngrits for letting me ramble this morning. Ily ♥︎

Ever since Kirishima switched agencies, started his own, he’s been going to the same little coffee shop every single morning.

The lines were usually long but he never cared. He’d wake up with plenty of time to wait his turn and order his coffee with far too much cream and just a pinch of sugar and the box of half dozen little donut holes that he savored each and every morning.

Of course, seeing your pretty face first thing bright and early was always a bonus. He might’ve even developed a little crush on you— if only he knew you’d been harboring one for him too…

You couldn’t forget the day Red Riot walked into your coffee shop. The way he stood well over a foot taller than most of your other customers. And then there was his bright red hair and his blindingly bright grin. Too bright for 7 AM.

Just because you ran a coffee shop didn’t exactly mean you were a morning person…

Kirishima made it easier though (you only called him Red Riot once since he asked you to call him Kirishima from the moment you wrote his name on that first paper cup). For almost two years now you wrote his name down 6 days a week. Sometimes 7 if he came in on his day off.

You got to know the man over 3 minute conversations. While you pour equal amounts of coffee to cream in that paper cup. You learned when he had late patrols, when he had office days. You learned to pick up on his moods, the man wore them on his sleeve. You saw him with fresh injuries and watched as they healed, adorning his hands, arms, and face with new scars, but none were ever bad enough to make him miss a morning.

The first morning he did miss, you assumed he’d finally gotten a much needed extra day off. The following day was his scheduled day off and the next he wasn’t in either. He must’ve taken a long weekend.

Good. You couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.

But then rumors started circling. You saw them on the front page of a tabloid first:

The Sturdy Hero Red Riot - - Breakable After All

Ignoring the line of people you and making them increasingly mad, you flipped to the article that you knew better than to believe. They exaggerated everything after all. 80% of what was in this was plain false but you read it anyway.

There wasn’t much to go on. Just that there was a battle and Kirishima had fallen while protecting a group of civilians as well as his own sidekicks. He was in critical condition at a local hospital.

“Yeah, it’s true, don’t know how they got the info though. We do everything we can to keep Pro’s identities hidden while they’re in our care,” you friend told you on the phone after work that night. “Your crush is stable though. But, he’s still in a coma…”

The week that followed had never been more bleak. People seemed more irritable, hardly any of them had a smile, or maybe it was just none of them compared to Kirishima’s. Either way, you had to do something.

So, you start to make his order every morning before opening. Pouring the coffee into a to-go cup and packing 6 donut holes plus one extra for good luck.

You’d walk down to the hospital and leave the order with your friend to drop off all before opening the store up for the day.

He hadn’t woken up yet. But when he did, you wanted him to have his favorite treat. The coffee would probably be cold but at least the donuts would still be tasty.

Days turned into weeks that you kept up your little ritual and you had every intention of waking up the next morning and doing it all over again but, you’d been putting up the chairs when the bell above the front door rang. “Sorry, we’re—“

It’d been almost a month since you’d seen him. The longest you’d gone since he first showed up nearly two years ago. His dark roots were poking through matching the stumble that was covering his jaw but, other than that, he looked like the same smiling Kirishima you’d been falling in love with over paper cups and donut holes.

You clutched a mug so tightly between your hands it threatened to shatter, just trying to process that he was here in front of you again with that to-go cup in his hand.

He stayed close to the door but cleared his throat. “They told me I was out for a bit.” What a fat understatement that was. “Pretty sure it was your coffee and donuts that brought me back around… I never feel fully awake until I get my cup. So, I just wanted to drop by and say thank you but I know you’re closed so, I’ll just see ya—“

“Do you want a fresh cup?” You blurted out and his hand hovered on the door handle. “I brought that this morning. It’s gotta be ice by now.”

His smile was as soft as the first day you saw him. “Only if you have a cup with me.”

[scarlettriot]

Katsuki’s daughter doesn’t like the loud ‘booms’ that accompany fireworks, and the bright flashing lights are just too much for her to handle. They make the little girl burrow further into her father’s arms, her face pressed into his chest, and tiny hands trying to cover her ears.

So, Katsuki cautiously turns her around in his lap, so she only has to focus on him. Everyone else has their eyes to the sky, transfixed on the show. He however keeps one large hand on her back but holds the other hand out in front of her setting off much small explosions in his palm for her to watch instead.

She keeps her hands tight over her ears but a smile starts to spread across her face, lighting up her ruby colored eyes, as she watches her own personal fireworks show.

[scarlettriot]

Sorry but I just know that when Kiri has a long day he can be a mildly annoying little shit.

He comes home and sees you on the sofa. You’re in one of his shirts with a little pair of shorts on and your thighs are looking extra squishy and he knows where he wants to be.

You’re on your phone? He’s plucking it from your hands. Reading a book? Not anymore. Working on your laptop? He’s closing it and you barely have time to save your work!

He’s just making room so he can plop himself down and get comfy with his head in your lap. Moving your hands so they’re in his hair. Wiggling his big arms until he’s got them wrapped around you. Only then does he sigh and you see that familiar smile settle onto his face. The one where one tooth is poking out over his lip. Yeah, you know the one.

Finally at peace.

[scarlettriot]

Handle with Care

Pairing: Kirishima X f!Reader

Warnings: No smut but Reader is topless. Lots and lots of fluff

Contains: Establish relationship, Aged up (late 20s-early 30s) Kiri and Reader have a daughter together, shower scene, Kiri is just super soft and takes care of Reader

Summary: Kiri comes home from a late night patrol to find his wife curled up and sick on the sofa.

A/N: This is so self indulgent and I will not apologize for it. Do I have 500 other things I should be working on? Duh. But I am sick and would like to be coddled so yeah.

WC: 1.2K ish

Eijiro walked through the front door shortly after midnight. The lower half of his body was still clad in his hero costume but he had a jacket covering his upper half. He tugged off his boots and that was when he noticed the flickering blue light coming from the living room.

He cautiously investigated since you were usually in bed when he got home this late. He half expected to find his 5 year old up and sneakily watching her favorite show but instead he found you. Bundled up on the edge of the sofa, all wrapped up in a blanket with a box of tissues at your side and a trash can just below, nearly full of used ones. Throat lozenges littered the coffee table filling the space between your barely eaten bowl of soup and your half-drunk water bottle.

Your mouth hung open and he could faintly hear the garbled sound of congestion when you breathed. He also noticed the dampness of your shirt collar, covered in sweat, and when he just hovered his hand over your forehead he could feel the heat radiating off you.

Quickly, Eijiro went into the bedroom and kicked his way out of his pants, discarding the jacket on the plush bench at the end of the bed but he never really slowed down on his way to the bathroom. He cranked the shower water as hot as it could possibly go and pushed the head away so the spray stayed clear of the stone bench in the back, doing his best to keep the sitting area dry. Then he turned on the little diffuser and waited until the scent of eucalyptus hit his nose before he pulled on sweats and made his way out to you, making sure the door was shut firmly behind him.

He remembered when your daughter was sick, nose so stuffy there was no chance of her breathing through it, you took her into a steam-filled bathroom to help break some of it up. That had to work for you too, right?

You stirred when he pulled back the blanket, bringing your limbs in close to your chest, and when he lifted you into his arms you grumbled incoherently at him. “Eiji, baby, put me back. Don’t wanna get you sick.”

He tried so hard not to laugh at your nasally tone and failed, snickering, “We’ve been together for well over a decade and I think I’ve been sick once that entire time.”

“Four times.” You corrected with a stern gaze.

“Eating bad sushi and getting food poisoning doesn’t count. So, two. Now, please stop arguing and lemme take care of you.”

“Fine. But, can you take care of me on the sofa? ‘M so cold and my blanket was warm.”

“Nope. You’re cold ‘cause you got a fever. And ya sound like you’re starting up a snot factory.” He lowered his voice as he carried you past your daughter‘s room. “Gonna get you in the shower, okay?”

You didn’t try to get out of it at all. He set you down on the bathroom counter, the room now full of steam, “arms up for me… atta girl.”

The shirt was discarded in the hamper and he didn’t bother to slip you into another one just yet. He picked you right back up and brought you in the shower with him.

The bench managed to stay mostly dry, and what water did splash on his sweats, Eijiro didn’t mind one bit. Your legs straddled his lap when he took a seat, chests pressed against each other with your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“Smells good, Eiji. Haven’t been able to smell anything all day.”

“It’s eucalyptus… I think that’s supposed to help, right?”

You turned your head and pressed a kiss to the hinge of his stubble covered jaw. “Yes, baby, think this is helping already.”

He smiled happily to himself and continued to lazily run his hands across your bare back.

He leaned his head against the shower wall, letting his own eyes dip shut. The steam seeping into his sore muscles and the cracks in his skin that still remained from his patrol. He’d been considering the benefits of installing a sauna when your quiet snores hit his ears.

For just a little while longer, he held you in the warmth of the shower to get as much congestion broken up as possible and ease whatever aches you felt. But, when the time came to get out, he turned the water and wrapped a towel around you. “Sit up for just a second, love, lemme dry you off.”

You did as he asked, even with eyes shut, and once he had a clean shirt on you, he helped you lay back in bed.

“Covers?” You nodded and he pulled them up to your chin. “I’ll be right back.”

He kissed your forehead and quietly padded out of the room. The living room was easy to pick up, he just brought your bowl into the kitchen and grabbed a few things to set on your nightstand in case you needed them.

A full bottle of water, your tissues and lozenges and some medication too. Once all that was good to go, he finally crawled into bed beside you. Holding you close for most of the night until you decided you were too hot and shoved off of him, kicking your half of the blankets off in a sleepy dramatic fashion that he had to clap a hand over his mouth to keep himself from busting out laugh.

Come morning, Eijiro heard the bedroom door creak open and saw that head of messy ebony hair slowly make her way into your guy’s room.

“C’mere, little pebble.” His voice was groggy, thick with sleep but his daughter walked over to his side of the bed with a pout on her little face.

“But, mama always wakes up wif me.”

“Well, dada’s going to t’day, sound good?”

She started to grin as you stirred.

“Ei, s’okay, I can take her.” He turned his head to see your exhausted eyes just barely open. “You got home late, stayed up with me, and have another shift t’night. You need sleep too, babe.”

He shook his head. “Nope. I’m takin’ the day off. Texted Kat last night.”

Your eyes opened a little wider. “Crap, I did get you sick!”

Eijiro just chuckled and kissed you smack on the lips despite your protests. “You did not get me sick. What you didn’t do was call me to come home early to take care of you yesterday, so, I’m doin’ it today.” He tossed the blankets off him and scooped your daughter up in his arms. “Let’s go make mama some breakfast, yeah? Then we can all come back and eat it in bed.”

The little girl squealed with joy at the impromptu plans while Eijiro leaned down to give you another quick kiss.

“Take such good care of me, baby.” You mumbled to him softly.

“‘Nd I always will.”

[scarlettriot]

Thinking about Katsuki and how he’s still sorta self conscious about his hands. They’re scarred and often sweaty thanks to his quirk so he doesn’t always like holding your hand or giving you those little affectionate touches...

He will however walk with your arm linked in his when out in public because he’s gotta make sure everyone knows your his.

He loves hooking his chin over your shoulder when you’re making dinner, opening his mouth just waiting for you to pop something in for him to taste test.

Or when you’re in the bathroom getting ready in the mornings he’ll bump your hip with his and always looks you over with those ruby eyes when the towel slips a little further down your body.

And at night, oh, he loves to wiggle his legs until you’re annoyed enough and wrapping yours around him. Eventually your whole body coming over to hold him. Cheek on his shoulder, arm tossed over his torso, and legs tangled up with his. It’s perfect.

He’ll probably never be a fan of holding hands, but he’s got other methods of keeping you close.

[scarlettriot]

Birthday Spoils

Pairing: Kirishima X f!Reader

Summary: Kiri finds out it’s your birthday on the day of and comes up with some creative methods to get you to tell him what you’d like as a present.

Warnings: Smut | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI, Somnophilia, Praise Kink, Pleasure Dom

Contains: Established (new) relationship, smut with a sprinkling of plot, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, praise with a little deg. Nicknames Used: Baby, baby girl, pretty girl, love, cutie

W/C: 2.6K

A/N: What a better excuse to write a birthday fic than your own birthday! Hope you all enjoy ❤️

It was true; you and Eijiro hadn’t been dating all that long, just barely a month, actually. But, it always made him unbelievably happy when you decided to stay the night at his place. He’d told you where he kept his spare key, and you’d let yourself in on the nights when he had a late shift. He’d find you in bed by the time he got home, already asleep, and he’d smile to himself because you were wearing his shirt, curled up in his bed, and he’d get to hold you in his arms, and, damn, if he didn’t just sleep better when he was holding you!

Of course, there was also the fact you’d be there when he woke up. The simple domesticity of brushing his teeth by your side and sharing breakfast together, made his heart sing.

You hadn’t been together very long, but Eijiro couldn’t picture his future now without you there in it.

That was why, despite every fiber in his body screaming at him not to go snooping, he couldn’t help himself…

The moment he walked into his bedroom that night your phone had been softly chiming. Not loud enough for you to wake up from, but it drew his attention. As he changed, he couldn’t think what could be so important to be messaging you quite this late. And when more alerts still sounded after he was finished brushing his teeth, he couldn’t take it anymore.

What if it was something urgent? What if a friend needed you? What if someone was in the hospital? If he was dead asleep with his phone going off and you heard it, he’d definitely want you to wake him up!

So, he sucked in a deep breath and typed in your passcode. He’d only make sure it was nothing dire. He wouldn’t actually read them, that was what he told himself, but it was so hard not to when the ten or so texts from various contacts all read the same thing; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!

His eyes glanced from your phone to your sleeping body, peacefully resting between his sheets. Your birthday? How could you not share with him that it was your birthday? Eijiro shook his head, he’d get an answer out of you later; right now, he was just worried that he didn’t have anything to give you. What kind of boyfriend didn’t have something to give their significant other on their birthday! He could try to go out and find something, but all the good stores would be closed now since it was past midnight.

You rolled in your sleep, and he held his breath, waiting for you to still again. When you did, the sheets had fallen to your thighs, and his shirt that might as well be a dress on you, was bunched up around your waist, blessing him with a perfect view of your panties, and he grinned only to himself. An idea clawing its way to the front of his mind.

The mattress dipped under his weight, your body angling ever so slightly towards him now. Eijiro pulled the sheet back just a little further and gently nudged your thighs further apart. His fingers trailed over the lace trim of the panties, felt the fabric change to soft cotton over your clothed core, and he bit down on his lip when he felt the tiniest wet patch waiting for him.

It wasn’t the first time he’d played with you like this, or you with him for that matter. A few weeks back, when he’d come home after a late shift all pent up, he’d kissed your neck until you woke up so he could ask, “Don’t gotta ask, Eiji,” You mumbled groggily at him, peeling your shirt away for him with a smirk on your face, “Just fuck me awake next time.”

And that was exactly what he planned to do right now.

He let his fingers continue their work on you, slowly getting between your folds, his thumb lightly rubbing your clit through your panties still. Your legs parted further for him, “That’s my girl,” he looked on as your back arched slightly, hips starting to rock in search of something more. With his free hand, he brought your shirt up over your chest, letting your tits spill out for his tongue to greet.

Just a few tender licks to your pretty nipples had them pebbling enough for him to suck lightly, paying it just the right amount of attention to make you whimper before moving on and giving the other the same treatment. The whole time, his eyes stayed on your face, loving the expressions you’d make. He couldn’t help wondering what exactly was running through your dreams right now.

He started a trail of kisses between the valley of your breasts, laying them down over your tummy, all the way down to your dampened panties, until he was comfortably nestled between your legs. His tongue licked at the fabric, groaning when your arousal hit him and switched to open-mouth kisses getting as much of you as he possibly could.

He was never gonna get sick of how you tasted, so fucking sweet, and he was addicted. “Eiji…”

He looked up, but your eyes were still closed, “Yes, cutie?” No answer.

“Dreamin’ ‘bout me, baby girl?” He coaxed you out of your panties, leaving them looped around just one of your ankles and then propping your legs up on his shoulders. He kissed all along your inner thighs, ignoring you when you tried bucking your hips, “Want somethin’?”

Again you whimpered in your sleep, not yet lucid enough to give him an actual answer. Using two thick fingers to spread you open, he let his tongue flatten and lick you right up to your clit, making sure to flick the very tip of his tongue at the end. “Like that, baby? That what you wanted?”

Your whimpers and moans only grew more desperate the more he devoured you. Mouth not stopping for anything. You were running down his chin, two orgasms down, and still asleep.

He could just make out the sheen of sweat on your brow in the moonlight that poured in through the windows, the way your lips were barely parted, panting in quick breaths as he continued going down on you.

He latched to your sensitive clit while his fingers curled inside you, easily reaching that spongy spot that made you release the prettiest cries he’d ever heard. “Eijiro– oh fuck!” This time when he looked up, your pretty eyes were just barely open, but he showed no signs of slowing down. Around your clit, his lips curled up in a smile as your fingers curled into his hair.

Your grip tightened the better he did, the closer you got, and then your walls were quivering around his fingers again, clamping down around him, trying to pull them inside.

When you finally settled, he pressed a gentle kiss to your clit and made his way up to your lips. “Welcome home.” You mumbled, sleep still thick in your voice.

His thumb brushed your cheek as you kissed him; he really did love it when you called this place home. “Didja just miss me, or…?”

He grinned and kissed you again, longer this time while his cock ran between your soaked folds. “I always miss you.” You sucked in a sharp breath when his tip went over your clit before he drew his hips back to line himself up with your hole.

He pressed forward, “But also,” he grunted while you moaned against his lips, feeling every inch of your warm walls squeeze around him, “I didn’t wanna wait until the morning to wish you a happy birthday.”

Your eyes went wide, and, for once, it wasn’t from the sheer size of him. “How’d you know!”

He pulled back only to thrust in a little harder than he meant to. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He kept the thrusts shallow so you could still speak in between huffed breaths. “We just– we haven’t been t’gether that long– fucking hell– I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to do something for it.”

“But, I really like celebrating people’s birthdays. Your birthday could’ve been the day we met, and I still would’ve done something!”

Your eyes softened at his words, bringing his face down to kiss him again. “I love you, Eijiro.”

He was still getting used to hearing you say those three little words, but he was certain that hearing them from you was always going to bring him an immeasurable amount of joy.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“Well, at least you know when my birthday is for next year.”

Once again, he picked up the pace, rocking himself in and out of your heat. “You think just because I found out now means I’m not gonna do stuff this year?”

“N–no. I kinda thought this–” a broken moan split your sentence, “wakin’ up to this was doin’ something.”

His rhythm didn’t falter when he gripped your chin, smiling devilishly down at you, “Love, this isn’t your present. This is your punishment f’not telling me.”

Your mouth opened to say something but what it was, he’d never find out. Before you managed to even get a single word past your pretty lips Eijiro was already slamming his cock back into you. He pulled at your thighs so they rested over top his, letting him push deeper still.

Words might’ve been lost on you but moans and cries dripped from your mouth like the sweetest honey and he was gonna consume every drop.

His head dropped to your tits again, nipping and sucking on the buds harder now since you were awake. With each snap of his hips he tugged at them, teeth barely scraping.

Your heels pressed into the mattress, hands clung to the sheets for dear life, except when he brought you to the edge again. The moment you got close your legs wrapped around him, your hands came up and nails anchored into his shoulder blades. “That’s it, baby, gimme another.”

But another didn’t mean the last. Eijiro had a goal and he was going to see it accomplished.

You’d lost count of the number of times Eijiro had made you cum thus far. You just couldn’t have been sure since you woke up already soaked with him hard at work between your thighs.

At first, you swore it was just a dream, even after your eyelids cracked themselves open and you saw him below you, you just weren’t convinced it was real. He looked hungry, like a man starved and craving. Usually you could see his brilliant crimson irises in the moon glow but not tonight. Lust had consumed them, hiding away that pretty red behind inky black pupils.

If it was in fact a dream, you were going to make the most of it. You brought your fingers up to his hair, wrapping the long tendrils around and then tugging at his roots, pulling him deeper into your cunt.

By the time he had his fingers buried in you, you were pretty confident this wasn’t a dream anymore, you were just too close to cumming to care.

Maybe that was the first one, there was no way to be sure, not now at least. Not when you were about to cum on his cock yet again!

Your eyes screwed shut, that cord in your lower belly unbelievably tight and ready to snap. Just a couple more rutting thrusts did you in. Writhing beneath him, his rough hands clamping down on your hips to keep you still meanwhile his kept moving. “That’s it, gods—! So fuckin’ tight!”

How he kept going you never were sure. He’d only cum once so far and he’d just pressed on as if nothing had even happened.

“Just use your words, pretty girl, just tell me what you want for your special day, and then you’ll only have to cum one more time.”

You’d tried answering him, he would slow his pace down to let you speak but pathetic whimpers took the place of actual words. Your head felt so dizzy, brain foggy. You had a problem asking for things when you weren’t cock drunk, thinking of something to tell him now seemed downright impossible!

He seemed to take an ounce of pity on you this round though, slowing to nearly a stop. It was long enough for your brain to settle on a single, three-letter word; “y-you.”

Instantly, you knew by the smile on his handsome face that answer wasn’t going to be enough. “You’ve got me. Can’t ya tell?” He gave you a few particularly hard thrusts that brought tears to your eyes just to prove his point. “I just wanna spoil you. Try again, love.”

He kept his cock warm, buried to the hilt in your abused cunt, his thumb circling your clit like that was supposed to help. “C’mon, Y/N. My cock break that beautiful brain of yours?” His taunts didn’t help anything either!

You weren’t thinking straight. Weren’t thinking about how you’d only been together a couple of weeks. What was appropriate to ask for? You didn’t know anymore, couldn’t even fathom a safe option to say and instead a true desire that you’d been wanting for years slipped out.

And it was an answer he finally accepted. “Now that I can make happen.” He leaned down over you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that held more love than you thought possible.

He drew his hips back, “just one more for me, baby, I promise.”

Slivers of morning light cut through his curtains, splashing Eijiro’s bedroom with golden hues. Your arms stretched out, shoulders popping, and hands feeling cool sheets where your warm boyfriend undoubtedly should’ve been.

He’d gotten home late, fucked you for well over an hour, and he was up before you on a Sunday? That didn’t seem possible.

You noticed his phone wasn’t plugged in on his nightstand, his jeans weren’t tossed over the back of the chair like they usually were. For a moment, your heart dropped, thinking something must’ve happened and he got called back to the agency.

There was no new message on your phone though, nothing from him saying where he might’ve gone.

You found a pair of sleep shorts, put them on over your sore legs with a bit of a smile remembering the night before.

Your hand had been reaching for the door when it opened right in front of you. “What’re you doin’ up?” Eijiro, full dressed for the day ahead, nearly fumbled with the large tray of food in his arms. “Get your butt back in bed.”

You giggled but did exactly what he asked, hopping right back in and pulling the covers over your lap before he set the tray down. It was a wide assortment of all your favorite breakfast foods all artfully laid out before you.

You grabbed his face, feeling his day-off stubble under your fingertips, and kissed him until both of you were smiling and laughing. “Eat up, cutie. We’ve got birthday plans to get to.”

[scarlettriot]

Hi. Just wanted to let you know that I’m pretty positive both Kiri and Kat would never understand you’re trying to flirt with them. They don’t pick up on it until they’re told by someone else or you flat out shake their shoulders and tell them point blank.

Even then it sometimes doesn’t get through.

But when it does…

You’ve been trying to get Katsuki to notice you FOR MONTHS and nothing is working. Not the coffee you make to his fastidious liking every morning. Or the cute outfits you wear around. Literally nothing grabs this man’s attention.

He just thinks it’s annoying. The way you buzz around and make his dumb coffee perfect every time and hand it to him with your way too bright smile. Fix his tie before interviews. Always smelling nice or whatever. Annoying. It’s all annoying!

It wasn’t until he was drinking with his friends, passively complaining about the things mentioned above that Mina started to laugh. “Gods, you really are hopeless, they like you, dummy!” And suddenly, everything makes a whole lot more sense to him.

And now he’s spent way too much money to get a taxi and he’s standing outside your apartment thinking this has got to be the dumbest thing he’s ever done. But, he has his phone to his ear and your line is ringing. And he hears himself ask you to come outside.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.

“You like me?” He didn’t even say hello.

“Just figuring that out now, huh?”

Your smile is blinding again and he has to do something to block the light. “Shut up.” He mumbles as he pulls you in, kissing you until you’re both breathless.

And then there’s Kiri. He so sweet and kind, almost to a fault. He sees the good in damn near everyone. Just assumes everyone is being nice. And you are. You’re so nice to him and he makes sure to tell you how thankful he is for it every chance he gets!

You always double check his reports to make sure he didn’t forget anything. And after his workout there’s always a big glass of ice water waiting for him thanks to you. And those are only a fraction of the sweet things you do.

You thought he might finally pick up on your crush when you wore one of his hoodies to work on a casual Friday but he just told you how honored he was that you wore his merch and gave you one of his famous bear hugs.

It becomes apparent you’re gonna have to say something or nothing between you two is ever gonna change! So, next time he goes in for one of those hugs, you grab his shoulders and blurt out, “I like you!”

And that makes him stop and blink. And you think he might be finally getting it or trying to figure out a way to reject you. But, sadly, neither was the case. “I like you too… did I do something to make you think I don’t?”

You sighed and do the only other thing you could think of. You kissed him. Square on the lips.

“Oh! That kinda like!”

And then he’s the one kissing you. “I like you like that too.”

Bless him.

[scarlettriot]

❄️ Retreat ❄️

• Pairing: Bakugo & Meg @meggsngrits

• Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless blogs DNI. Excess of Fluff(?)

• Contains: Bakugo in his late 20s. Drinking. Clothes torn. Not much else besides that tooth-rotting fluff. Nicknames Used: baby, babe, baby girl.

• A/N: This fic is a part of my Winter Writing Event, specially written for @/meggsngrits! Thank you so much for partaking, Meg, and I really hope you enjoy your Holi-Date with Katsu. The event is still ongoing so if anyone else would like to participate, just follow the link.

• Word Count: 1,800ish

It was a well-known fact that Katsuki hated winter. He despised the cold. He would always scowl up at the sky the very moment snow started to fall as if it personally offended him. The only thing that made him tolerate winter was that the cold always gave him an excuse to hold your hand. Not that he needed one. 

As his girlfriend, you were always happy to hold the pro hero's hand but sometimes Katsuki wasn’t too big on public displays of affection. However, that went all out the window the moment the temperature plummeted. 

Suddenly the blonde was looking for every possible reason to be all over you! He’d nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, hide among your long chestnut hair while his hands burrowed in the pouch of your hoodie, seeking out much-needed warmth. 

His friends would tease him relentlessly for it. The big, tough, pro hero couldn't handle a little winter chill, but he’d just mutter a swear that they couldn’t even make out thanks to him refusing to lift his face away from you. 

All that teasing made him want to just hide away with you even more. Steal you all for himself and shut out the rest of the world for a while. Hunker down with you under a mound of the most comfortable blankets he could get his hands on. Pretty soon, that desire was starting to grow, and it wasn’t much later that Katsuki found himself booking a little cabin for you two to sneak away for a long weekend. 

It was the perfect pre-holiday vacation. 

This would be the first time you got to experience Christmas with each other's families, and he knew you’d need some peace to mentally prepare yourself for the madness that was a Bakugo family Christmas. 

And he was pretty sure he could use the time too since it seemed your family also liked to get a little wild given all the stories you shared of shooting guns and building bonfires. 

To be honest, you’d probably need a pre and post-vacation! But, one thing at a time.

The cabin was perfect by both your standards. Tucked away in the woods, far away from the busy city, where you two could just relax and enjoy each other's company. 

“‘M gonna go get some firewood. Pick out a move, yeah?” Katsuki kissed the top of your head before snuggly wrapping the scarf around his neck even though he’d be outside for less than a couple minutes. 

It gave you enough time to go into the small kitchen and start making two mugs of hot chocolate and get out the tin of popcorn kernels since you'd decided on a movie long ago. 

Katsuki was shivering when he stomped back inside, kicking the door closed behind him. His arms piled high with enough wood to ensure he wouldn’t have to go back out for more, not tonight, at least. 

“Somethin’ smells good.” He shed his coat and made his way to you just like a magnet. Wrapping those thick arms right around your middle so he could warm up again. He hummed softly, breathing in the rich scent of the warm drink. 

“Want some rum in yours?” 

“You even gotta ask?” He chuckled and reached around to grab the bottle of rum for himself and chocolate liquor for you. 

Wimp, he called you the first time you tried his cup of cocoa and spiced rum many weeks ago. He’d never forget the way your nose scrunched up.

So, he poured a hearty amount of rum into his mug and the liquor in yours before you topped them off with a generous amount of whipped crème. 

Katsuki built up the fire and filled the old-timey popcorn popper with kernels while you prepared the blankets and DVD. “What’re we watching?” He asked and gave the popper a good shake. 

“Tangled.” You beamed. 

“Fuckin’ of course we are.” He rolled his eyes, “You do know Disney has made other movies, right?” 

You sat cross legged on the sofa with the big popcorn bowl just waiting in your lap. “Yeah. But this is the best!” 

There was no point in arguing. He learned that a long time ago. And, honestly, it wasn’t such a horrible movie. Others were way worse, like the one with the sleeping chick.  

It wasn’t long before the sounds of popping kernels, and the tell-tale Disney intro filled the cabin. The bowl of popcorn sat in your lap, and Katsuki had you curled up in his. 

The lights were extinguished, save the glow of the crackling fire. Flynn’s voice began telling you about the sun drop that fell from the sky and made the magic golden flower... Your boyfriend watched with a slight smile on his face as you recited damn near every word. 

You got so invested in a movie you’ve seen countless times, and he still thinks that has to be one of the sweetest things about you. The way you sing along with the songs. How you gasp even though you know exactly what’s about to happen. And the way your eyes look so soft during the lantern scene. 

Under the blanket, he’s tracing the three little words onto your skin again without even realizing it. It'd become a habit of his now, one he has no intention of breaking. And, just like the first time he’d done it, you turned away from the movie to face him. Pressing a kiss to his lips, “I love you too, Katsu.” 

You try to pull away, but the kiss was just a little too short for his liking, and he doesn’t hesitate to bring you right back to him. He slips your glasses off and sets them on the end table, never once breaking the kiss. 

“How’m I supposed to watch the movie now?” 

“Think you’ve seen the movie enough times…” 

He tried to move you under the blanket, and the empty popcorn bowl clattered to the floor, but neither of you paid it any mind. Too engrossed in one another to give a damn about anything else right now. 

When he's got your gorgeous legs straddling his hips, how could he want for anything more? Scarred hands knead your ass, slipping under the short pajama bottoms so he could get a proper feel. 

His hips rocked up into yours, and he pressed you down against his length shamelessly, letting you know exactly what he wanted. A throaty groan left him when you start to grind, hanging onto your hips while you moved them however you damn well pleased. “Little fuckin’ brat. Such a tease.” He smirked as he said it and did everything he could to refrain from tearing the shorts right off you. 

“You like it.” You quipped right back. 

“Wrong, baby girl,” what little restraint he had slipped away, and your shorts ripped to shreds, “I fuckin’ love it.” 

For a moment, he thought you might say something about the destruction of your pajama bottoms, but then that smirk he loves so damn much settled on your face, and you’re practically clawing at his sweats. 

“Needy f’me, huh?” Two of his digits slipped easily between your folds and sink into you. His wrist flicked, moving to pump them in and out a couple times before he pressed on that spot you love so much. 

Watching you like this is better than any movie he could ever put on. The way the blanket falls, settling around your hips, how your eyes can barely stay open, or the way your cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink. 

“Don’t cum yet, ‘kay?” 

“Ki—!” You cried, and he almost felt bad. 

“You can handle it. Know you can…” 

His fingers work even quicker, bringing you right to the edge and then pulling back so only his thumb is left teasing your clit. 

There’s really no time to complain though, not when the head of his cock was resting at your entrance, and you could see him working your slick along his shaft. 

He looked up and waited to see that little nod of your head, letting him know you were ready for him. Both his hands hold your thick hips steady, and he slowly presses in, inch by inch, until you’re nestled in his lap once more. 

His head fell back, “Meg, fuck, feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” 

He squeezed your hips tight, your skin pudged out between his fingers in the cutest way as he lifted you off him just enough so he could thrust up into your cunt. 

You didn’t have to do a single thing. Just had to let him hold you up and stuff you full, over and over, until both of you were satisfied. 

But, holding you up quickly became him bouncing you on his cock. Thrusting and moving you to meet him halfway while listening to the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard. 

“Squeezin’ me s’tight. Gonna cum? Yeah, you are, can fuckin’ feel it.” 

Just for a second he thought about making you wait again while he switched positions. Thinking about bending you over the arm of the sofa or how good you’d look with your tits pressed against the cool window while he rails you from behind. 

There were so many ways he wanted to have you, and he would, this was just the first of many this weekend after all…

“Go on then. Cum on my cock, baby. Lemme feel you.” Your nails bit into his chest, he could feel them even through the cotton shirt, “That’s it. That’s a good girl. Oh, fuck—!” 

Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him just right. That was his hint to pick up the pace and chase down his own release. “Katsu—! Ahh—!” He hears your cries, felt your nails threaten to rip his shirt, and he didn’t care. He was gonna paint your walls white, fill you to the brim. 

And with a guttural groan, he did just that. He gave you rope after rope, everything he had to offer, fucking his cum deep within your cunt until you toppled forward, cuddling into him. 

Your breaths started to even out, heart rates slowing but beating out the same rhythm. “I love you, Meg.” He murmured softly against your forehead in between a dozen kisses while he reached back to grab your glasses and the remote, rewinding the movie to where you left off, not wanting you to miss a second of it. Even if you had seen it a million times before. 

Under the soft, warm blankets, you finished out the movie with his cock still buried in you while the snow drifted down outside the windows. The fire burned lower now, mugs of coco empty, and popcorn gone.

Katsuki might still hate winter, but he loves these snowy nights he gets to share with you.