#then he wakes up fully and is like ... hm. i think u have to beg now

[ihatebnha]

im having a brainrot of kissing bakugo on your bed late at night until you are absolutely both tired as hell and you fall asleep with his hand inside your sleep shorts grabbing onto your bare butt cheek and your hand all the way up his shirt resting on one of his tiddies

literally crying at the thought of this happening after long and hard busy days... the ones where you don’t get to see each other til you’re both in bed at night, but still wanna cuddle and catch up w/ each other about some of the little things you may’ve missed. 

so yeah, you get all close in bed and kiss each other to sleep... just breathe in each others air for a bit and then drift off together... 

AND THEN... you wake up all tangled together, too. you’ve sunk a bit more to his side over the night and your hand is now on his belly... but his is STILL right where he left it and he’s got your face nearly right there in his armpit jdkfadsjk. 

And of course, he grumbles every time you move, too, because he’s just so comfortable and doesn’t want you leave or make the bed cold. you can barely reach for your phone w/o a boob going in his face but he barely even notices or cares... just yawns and grips you harder. a little butt squeeze and jiggle, maybe... but then he stares at you w/ those tired, slitted eyes and gives you a little sleepy cheek kiss-nuzzle as if it will make you want to stay. 

honestly tho? it probably does.  

[sturnolio-luvs]

𝖂𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙?

chris x reader

when chris and y/n have a one night stand and chris is scared of commitment

warnings: heavy fluff, cursing, drinking

chris pov

“I was always scared of commitment. scared of a relationship. I don’t wanna be heartbroken again. never again.”

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y/n pov

chris and I were best friends since 1st grade when he let me borrow a crayon. we’ve been inseparable since. there’s was no y/n without chris or vise versa we were always together. I was also friends with Nick and Matt they were like family but recently I’ve been seeing Chris a different way.

FLASHBACK

I’ve had a bad day. everything was going wrong. I get a text from chris.

“hey y/n I heard your having a bad day wanna come over?”

“sure.”

he was kinda of sweet for that. after work I drove straight to his house to be greeted by a big smile.

“tough day?”

I put my head down “totally”

he open his arms to hug me. “it’s ok though cause I’m here” he said while brushing my hair.

at that moment I knew i loved chris. not just a friend.

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me and chris got invited to a party tonight but I wasn’t the type of go to those type of events. but since chris simply begged me to go I really couldn’t say no.

I wore a tight red dress that complemented my figure,with black heels and my hair out.

I opened my room door to see chris standing there.

“wow. you look hot.”

I chuckled. “why thank u you don’t look bad yourself.” I smiled.

there was a pause of silence between us. our eyes met not letting go of the contact. until we heard matt honk which snapped us out of it.

“uhm.. we should go” he said with a embarssed laugh.

I nod and we make our way to the car.

“geez what took u guys so long, you made me think you guys were fucking in there”.

“shut up matt” chris said softly hitting his head

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party

y/n pov

there’s way more people there than I expected. People doing beer pong, couples making out in the corners. And of course people talking shit. I went to sit on a couch and just scrolled on my phone.

matt came to me with some shots.

“care to take some with us?”

“hm why not”.

“ooh y/n let’s play beer pong you versus chris?”

“uhh-“

matt yanks my hand and takes me to wear there playing.

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“SHOT!” I yell at chris while he takes another one.

and me saying some random shit while drinking beer from my cup. Me and chris were totally hammered.

I ended up winning the cup pong. chris came up to me and started stroking my hair

“you know I love you right” chris said whispering in my ear

I hiccup. “nooo”

“want me to show you?”

I wrap my arm around his neck. “yes baby show me”

he picks me up bridal style and brings me to a empty room.

he throws me on the bed and starts kissing me passionately slowly going down my neck.

my tounge searches his mouth while we kiss. The kiss was wet and sloppy.

my hands search his back ending up in taking his shirt off.

he takes off my dress and unclips my bra while kissing my neck leaving hickeys all over.

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morning

we ended up staying the night since we were to drunk to go home.

I wake up with me and him being fully naked

“chris WTF!!” I cover myself with my blanket.

he rubs his eyes. “wha-.. Y/N!”

“when did we do this?” I said almost tears coming out of my eyes.

“we were drunk I guess..” he said running his hand through his hair.

“Ima go..” chris said quickly getting his clothes on

chris got up and left more quickly then I can even explain what happened.

should I make a part 2? anyways hope you liked it :)

[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

Since your requests are open i shall throw my brain rot at you <3

Slightly mean(bc he is a tease and is having the time of his life bc of the current scene in front of him) Kaeya that watches his virgin s/o try to fit him inside but she fails ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And finally after some time he agrees to help out.

(uh also if u are accepting anons, may i be the ⚠️ anon?)

Pairing - Kaeya x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Degradation kink, praise kink?, very slight dollification

Word count - 1.7k

Other comments - Dude your Kaeya brainrot is always welcome here I love him. You’re so smart, mean kaeya is next level. And of course everyone welcome ⚠️ anon! Also this one is a little shorter, i just wasnt in the mood to write the build up i just wanted s e x

Your body was hypersensitive with nerves. It was your first time so of course you would be anxious about this whole situation. What wasn’t helping was your boyfriend's relentless teasing. It was aggravating and embarrassing, but part of your body was getting off to it as well; your body getting even more sensitive as time passed.

Right now, you were trying desperately to ride Kaeya, but he was just way too big and you didn’t know what you were doing so nothing was going well on your end. Kaeya on the other hand was having the time of his life watching you struggle.

“God if you hadn’t told me you were a virgin, I’d have never known seeing as how you're whining like a little slut right now cause you can’t ride me.” You shot your boyfriend a glare. God you just wanted to shut him up.

“Watching you struggle like this is quite amusing my dear… Maybe I’ll just sit here and force you to keep trying. You're destined to get it right at some point hm?” You heard him chuckle as you groaned out. There was a feeling that was beginning to bloom deep within you. You couldn’t quite name the feeling but all you knew was that you needed Kaeya’s help and you needed it now.

“Please Kaeya. This is driving me crazy. I need you Kaeya.” There was a needy rasp in your voice that made his only exposed pupil blow wide. There was a low rumble in his chest that only made this feeling intensify. You didn’t know what you had done, but you knew you weren’t going to regret it.

In less than a second there was a punishing grip on your hips, Kaeya’s long slender fingers holding so much strength in the iron grasp he had on you. Effortlessly Kaeya had you hovering over his pulsing cock. You whimpered in anticipation.

“Such a pathetic useless slut, always in need of my assistance. Hold yourself up like this so I can line myself up. You’re competent to be able to do as simple of a task as that right?” You nodded quickly, biting your lower lip instinctively out of mild anxiety. Once again, despite it all, this is still your first time. Your position did not waiver when Kaeya pulled away one of his hands. You could still feel the imprint of where it was on your hip.

“You’re okay right (y/n)? We’ll take this first part slow so as to not hurt you too much. This isn’t going to be amazing at first but just trust me it’ll get better. Then we can get back to having real fun.” The change in Kaeya’s whole tone and demeanor gave you whiplash; a stark contrast to the dark look he held only moments ago when degrading you. Instead he held a warm, almost concerned and genuine look on his face.

You took this moment to really admire him. The way his dark blue hair fell over him, shining in the pale light of your lamps next to the bed. Your breath never ceased to be taken away when you looked at him like this, cherishing the way his tanned skin contrasted the shining pale blue eye he had exposed. You guessed you had been staring at him for a little too long, with the way his expression started leaning more towards concern than anything.

“I always trust you Kaeya, this time is no different than the others.” A gentle smile formed on both of your faces. There were no words for how much you guys trusted each other, having this unexplainable bond. Somehow you both knew more about each other than yourselves.

Kaeya nodded before he nudged the hand that was still on your hip down, signaling for you to start lowering yourself. There was still an unease in the pit of your stomach, but it was much less noticeable now. You jumped slightly when you felt the tip of Kaeya’s dick intrude, causing him to chuckle quietly and begin rubbing comforting circles into your hip. You continued down, wincing as you felt yourself begin the stretch around him. It ached, and Kaeya was right, this certainly did not feel amazing, but you trusted him. After a few more painstakingly long moments of lowering yourself, you were fully seated on his lap. You could feel every pulse and twitch of his cock, and slowly the pain began to fade; leaving a burned need to feel more in its wake.

You squirmed on his lap, not trusting yourself to talk at the moment, in fear of saying or making some abhorrent noise. Kaeya’s punishing grip returned, holding you still on his lap.

“That didn’t take very long. Are you sure this is your first time? You’re really acting like a slut now.” The antagonizing tone returned to Kaeya’s voice, and it was really affecting you now. You desperately needed him to move. You let out a whimper as you futilely tried wiggling around in his grasp. A dark smirk graced his face as he tightened his grip even more.

“What was that my slut? What do you need? How am I possibly to know what you need if you don’t tell me. I’m not a mind reader darling.” You groaned, your face lighting up red with embarrassment with the knowledge that you were indeed going to have to beg this man to move.

“Kaeya…. I need you….to move please. I need to feel you in me. Please Kaeya help me.” You saw that familiar darkening on Kaeya’s face that made you melt, and an ache began deep within you.

“Your wish is my command, my beloved.” Before anything else could be exchanged, Kaeya hoisted you up until only the tip was still inside you then almost dropped you back down. You repeated this motion over and over and you let out loud moans and cries.

“That’s right. You’re my whore. I’m the only one that ever gets to see you this way or make you this way. Let everyone know who you belong to. Who exactly is making you whine like a bitch.” You cried out at a particularly hard and direct thrust into that one special spot that made you see stars.

“Say my name you little whore, say it out loud so we can all know whos fucking you this well.” You cried out once again, your moans being interrupted with the loud gasps of his name on your lips. You chanted his name like a prayer to the Archons above. In this moment, he was your archon, your divine being who you followed with unwavering devotion. What else were you to think when he was bringing you such pleasure.

“That’s it my darling. Even though your only use is being my fucktoy you are such a good one. You just keep sucking me in so well, this feeling is addicting.” You moaned out louder at the words he was throwing at you. Only moments later your legs began getting very tired from the constant up and down. You placed your hands on his toned chest as you began slumping over, not being lifted up quite as easily.

Suddenly you felt yourself being tipped over before Kaeya quickly pulled out, rolled you onto your back and caged you in with his strong arms on either side of your head. Without warning he thrusted himself in again, much easier this time.

“We haven’t even been doing this for very long and you already seemed so fucked out. Of course I shouldn’t be very surprised seeing how pathetic you are.” You could feel tears beginning to fall from your eyes from the pleasure that was wracking through your body. The tears only egged Kaeya on, as his thrusts became even harder. You could sense how sore you were going to be, you might have to stay home tomorrow. Kaeya began to let out strained grunts and groans, gritting his teeth in pleasure. He could feel the way you were squeezing him, and how you were about to fall over the edge any second now. He needed to ruin you.

The tears began to fall faster the closer you got to the end, a huge knot threatening to break in your core. After only two more targeted thrusted your back arched off the bed, smashing into Kaeya’s torso above you as you screamed out his name along with a few other profanities. Your vision flashed white as the feeling of your orgasm crashed over you like unrelenting waves in the sea.

Your cries quieted down as you slumped down onto the bed trembling, tears staining your deep crimson cheeks. Kaeya had grown much louder over those few moments and before long we was shoving his throbbing cock as far as he could get it and cumming. His orgasm took him by storm, nothing ever feeling that incredible before. The noise he made as his body shook above you and his sweaty forehead fell into the crook of your neck only made you tremble more. Before too long Kaeya gently pulled his softening dick out of you and slumped down onto the bed next to you. You were immediately pulled into him as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. This skin to skin contact filled you with the fuzziest feeling in the world as you snuggled as deep as you could into him.

You guys stayed in silence, the only sound being the rhythmic breathing of the two of you. You were both tangled in each other’s bodies before you quietly heard Kaeya mumble a soft ‘I love you’. You smiled and kissed his chest, not having the energy or willpower to speak. Not long after the two of you were lulled into the deepest, most peaceful sleep of your lives.

[quirklessthot]

kinktober: day 3 | nudes [dabi]

warnings: 18+

word count: 1.1k

a/n still going strong with day three! (p.s. you canNOT tell me dabi wouldn't pull this shit)

⤿ kinktober masterlist

You’re sleeping peacefully in your bed, dead to the world, until the loud ping of your phone receiving a message wakes you. Groggily, you crack open your eyes and feel around blindly for your phone. You bring it to your face and turn on the display, instantly regretting having the backlight on so high. After nearly getting blinded, you can make out the words on the screen.

[unknown]: u up?

The contact might be listed as ‘unknown’, but you know exactly who would wake you up with a text like this at 2 am. Your phone pings again.

[unknown]: its dabi

You know.

Heaving a tired sigh, you roll your eyes but answer anyway, thumb lazily tapping on your onscreen keyboard as you yawn and hug your pillow.

[You]: I am now. What do you want?

His reply is almost immediate.

[unknown]: my dick is so hard right now

Seriously? Could he be more of a fuckboy right now?

Apparently, he could, because his next message is a shaky picture of his hand wrapped around his hard dick. It’s a terrible quality photo if you’re being honest: the lightning is bad, there’s no finesse and most importantly, you didn’t ask for it. A 3/10, overall.

[You]: That’s rough, buddy. Goodnight.

The next few pings come in quick succession. Great, he’s double-texting.

[unknown]: babe

[unknown]: c’mon

[unknown]: dont b like that…

[unknown]: pls?

Your eyebrows raise almost to your hairline. You didn’t Dabi even knew the word ‘please’ existed. He must be really desperate.

[You]: Well I’m not sure what you want me to do about it? I don’t even know where you are…

The next message almost has you throwing your phone.

[unknown]: send me a pic of ur tits

“You’ve got to be shitting me…” you mumble into the quiet darkness of your room.

[You]: I’m not giving you nudes Dabi.

[unknown]: i gave u sum!

[You]: I didn’t ask for a picture of your dick!!

[unknown]: :(

Such a simple emoji shouldn’t fill you with so much remorse but a part of you knows how hard you find it telling Dabi ‘no’.

One picture and that’s all he’s getting.

You hike your shirt up to tuck it under your chin, nipples instantly pebbling under the cool night air. You angle your phone and snap a picture, making sure to keep your face firmly out of the frame. It’s a little dark – you’re too tired to get up and turn any lights on – and it’s not exactly the sexiest pic you’ve ever taken but he’ll have to make do.

Your thumb hovers over the send button before you take the leap and press it, wondering in the back of your mind just how much you’re going to regret this.

It takes a while for him to respond and you hate how antsy it’s making you. You’re on the metaphorical edge of your metaphorical seat as you wait. Does he like it? He’s the one begging for nudes at two in the morning, he’d better like it!

[unknown]: fuuuuuk babe

[unknown]: wish i was thr

[unknown]: hav u suck m e off

[unknown]: cover thse perfct fukin tits in my c um

That’s more typos than usual, and it’s probably not because of his usual laziness. You greatly suspect he’s multitasking.

The thought of Dabi pleasuring himself to a picture of you has warmth spreading through your body. You squeeze your thighs together as you type.

[You]: Yeah? What makes you think I’ll let you

[unknown]: u’ll let me

[unknown]: cuz ur my prefect lil cumslut

[unknown]: isnt that right ?

You mutter a curse under your breath as your hand finds its way between your thighs. Images of you gagging on Dabi’s cock flash in your mind, the most recent rendezvous – from about a week ago. You can almost feel the heavy weight of his girthy cock on your tongue. You subconsciously lick your lips as your hand speeds up.

Another message.

[unknown]: busy?

You can almost feel the smugness radiating from that single word. Groaning, you ignore his taunt and put your phone down to continue rubbing yourself over your underwear, making sure to put most of your focus on your little clit.

Your phone pings again.

[unknown]: i kno ur touchin urself

[unknown]: u wet for me baby?

You whine and nod your head before remembering that he can’t actually see you.

[You]: Yeah, I think I soaked through my panties

[unknown]: hm not sure i believe u

The horny haze you’ve unexpectedly found yourself in has you thinking you need to send him proof and you reach over to flick on your bedside lamp, bathing the dark room in warm, artificial yellow light. Settling back down, you quickly snap another photo and send it to Dabi.

This one is focused between your spread thighs, underwear pulled taught over your mound and leaving little to the imagination. The sizeable dark patch is hard to miss.

[unknown]: fuck i wish i could call u right now so i can hear those cute little noises you make when u play with urself

[unknown]: guess I’ll have to make do with pics huh?

Taking the hint, you quickly roll down your underwear, discarding it somewhere onto the floor, and take a picture of your cunt, lips slick and shiny with your arousal.

As you wait for Dabi’s reply, your hand slowly slides between your thighs. A shiver runs through your body at the feeling of your slippery, heated skin under your fingertips. Focusing tight, slow circles over your clit, you begin rocking your hips, already lost in pleasure. Too impatient for anymore teasing, you slip two fingers inside, arching your back and gasping at the delicious stretch.

You alternate between fucking yourself on your fingers hard and fast and feverishly rubbing your clit, sometimes giving your pussy a firm, teasing spank – just the way Dabi likes to do when he’s knuckles deep in you. You’re so wet you’re beginning to make a mess but at this moment – right on the precipice of pure bliss, you don’t care.

It only takes a few strokes and you’re falling over the edge, entire body spasming as you cry out. When you fall back onto your pillow, you let out a deep, pleasured exhale, fully satiated.

The last photo you send is of two of your fingers inches away from your bare cunt, glossy with your slick - a few strands are connected from your soaked digits to your puffy, swollen lips. Seconds later you get one of Dabi, shirt pulled up and spent cock lying on his stomach, white traces of his cum all over his stomach and chest.

Still on cloud nine from your orgasm, you get up to clean yourself up. When you lie back down in your bed, you pick up your phone to shoot Dabi a quick text.

[You]: Ok, I have to admit that was fun but you’re going to delete those, right?

Read 2:27 am

[You]: Dabi?

Read 2:28 am

[You]: Dabi. That’s not funny…

Read 2:28 am

[You]: DABI!

[bakugoulvr420]

by your side

thank u for the request 🐸 anon!! i hope that i understood the prompt correctly and this lives up to your expectations!!

f!reader x bakugou

tw: mentions of domestic abuse

“what, another villain attack?!”

today was supposed to be just like any other day, but unfortunately some villains found a way to infiltrate UA’s shitty security system and had invaded the gym that your class happened to be training in.

“well isn’t it a surprise to be seeing the infamous UA students here?” an unfamiliar villain chimed and he pointed at you all.

“who the fuck is that…?” bakugou muttered, barely audibly.

it was visibly apparent that everybody was more confused than scared because seriously, who the hell were these unfamiliar faces?

the villain pack consisted of 5 people that looked ridiculous in their costumes, which didn’t really help their attempts to look intimidating.

“i suggest you trolls leave our campus right this second. i’ve already contacted the security department and they should be arriving any second now,” your teacher aizawa threatened as he activated his quirk and bundled up the guy that just spoke.

“h-heh, it seems like somebody is real scared!” another guy snickered as he let out a couple of giggles.

for some unlucky reason, you happened to be the closest to the villain pack, in fact, you were closer to them than you were closer to your classmates.

“y/n, come here fast!” kaminari whispered aggressively at your direction.

of course you wanted to run into bakugou’s arms but it felt like if you made any subtle movements, the villains could attack you any second. you weren’t scared but this particular villain made you feel uneasy. it didn’t help that he was glaring at you since the beginning with a nasty glare plastered on his face.

“if you move i’ll kill your parents!”

naturally your eyes widened. out of all the things he could’ve said, he chose to threaten your parents. everybody in your class knew that your parents had passed away a long time ago. they all knew that it was a touchy subject for you.

“the fuck did you say you gremlin?!” your boyfriend screeched as he began approaching the group of villains. bakugou wasn't mad about the fact that the villain threatened your parents, but because he was threatening you.

“bakugou, do not attack. this is an order,” aizawa quickly said. “we don’t know what their quirks are.”

you took this opportunity to run to bakugou but unfortunately you were caught by the same villain that threatened your parents. he had knocked you down and was on top of you now.

“what was that reaction?” his eyes widened as well as his smile.

"you fuckin-" bakugou immediately reacted and blasted himself towards your direction.

“come any closer and i’ll kill her,”

everybody tensed up. your classmates and aizawa looked visibly shaken. didn’t aizawa call for help earlier or was he just bluffing to win some time?

“if you lay one more finger on her, i swear to god that i will be killing you,” your boyfriend growled.

“yea mhm. we’ll see about that,”

without wasting a second, the villain must’ve either killed you or activated his quirk, because you suddenly found yourself in your old childhood room.

“where am i…?” you thought as you inspected your surroundings.

you were in the bed that you used for almost half of your life. feeling confused, you got up and walked towards the exit of your room.

“what are you doing?” a familiar voice cooed.

almost as if your body was programmed to react, you flinched and looked towards the direction of the voice. it was your mother. she was right outside your room, staring at you from the crook of the door.

“m-mom?” you stuttered as you instinctively walked backwards.

“i asked what you’re doing,” she repeated, this time sounding much more hostile.

“i.. i’m not..” you struggled to find your words.

what exactly was going on? was everything a dream? you entering UA, meeting your friends- meeting bakugou?

“y/n,” your mother sighed. “what did i tell you about trying to leave your room?”

her body was now fully in your room, directly staring you down from above. her hair was messy and her clothes filthy. what on earth was going on?

“hm?” she hummed as she smiled. “are you not gonna answer me?”

the moment you tried opening your mouth to speak, her hands had already landed on your face. she had struck you, hard. the pain was immense. you swore you felt like your cheeks were on fire. though, the numbness that followed indicated that your cheeks had gotten used to the hard impact.

“answer me!” she shrilled as she slapped you once more.

“please. please stop mommy,” you were crying. you now remembered the countless amount of times that your mother had hit you.

“mommy? don’t fucking call me that. you know how much trouble i go through because of you?”

your little body was on the floor, instinctively covering your head with your arms. tears rolled down your cheeks, your throat noticeably dry from probably crying a lot just a few hours ago.

“you’re the reason i’m like this. you’re the reason my life is a living hell!” your mother cried as she began digging her nails into your skin.

“please mommy, please. please stop,” you begged.

the feeling of her clawed nails on your back began to dissipate. maybe she had dug in too deep to the point of triggering a nerve which made your back go numb. you weren’t too sure but this familiar was very familiar to you.

“y/n?”

“y/n! wake up!”

"are you okay?"

a pair of voices called out your name. you didn’t know why but those voices were soothing and made your heart beat a little bit less intense.

“i’m here, PLEASE wake up!”

you lifted your head and opened your eyes slightly. suddenly the room was no longer dark and it was a different setting. you were at the UA training gym.

immediately you were embraced by a pair of warm arms that managed to calm you down almost immediately. you didn’t have to waste a second to identify whose arms these were.

“bakugou,” you began sobbing.

his arms wrapped you even tighter as he planted a kiss on your head. “it’s all okay now. the villains are gone,”

you weren’t too sure of what he was exactly talking about, but you wanted to continue hearing his voice. the familiarity of his scent and touch overwhelmed you with a wave of comfort.

“what happened…?”

your classmates had surrounded you. it was visible on their faces that they were all worried for you.

“yeah… you kept saying momm-“

“idiot!” kirishima silenced sero immediately, hoping that you didn’t hear that.

“everybody get the fuck out!” bakugou growled, still holding you in his arms.

despite aizawa also being worried for you, he understood that bakugou would be the best at comforting you. after all, your boyfriend was much more familiar with your history, though not completely.

even after everybody had left, none of you exchanged a word. it was almost as if his physical presence was enough to communicate meaningful words to you. bakugou only continued to gently pat your head and readjusted you so you’d be more comfortable.

“bakugou,” you started. “i don’t know-“

“you don’t have to say anything,” he cut you off.

you looked up at his face and saw that he was experiencing a bunch of feelings simultaneously.

“i’ll kill that bastard for you, i swear,”

you weren’t too sure if bakugou hadn’t heard you say what the rest of your classmates had heard, or if he was trying to help you not think about what had just happened. either way, bakugou didn't torment you with questions.

“no bakugou. i saw my mom,”

he didn’t looked surprised at all. afterall, he must’ve heard everything yet decided to wait for you to address it yourself.

“i was in my room. my childhood room. then my mom came out of nowhere and,” your voice cracked a bit. “she began hitting me,”

bakugou had a slight idea of what you had went through but he never knew that it was this graphic.

“you’re safe now, okay? it’s all in the past and she’s dead. i’m here to protect you too, you know?”

you nodded and let all your tears stream out, eventually getting absorbed by bakugou’s shirt. during the whole time you were crying, bakugou stayed by your side without saying anything. it’s not like he had to say anything either, just him being there, it was enough.

after this incident, nobody really approached you to ask you nothing more than if you were doing better now. nobody ever mentioned the thing with what you were crying about while being under the quirk’s influence but, you knew that your boyfriend had done something behind the scenes to handle the situation for you.

[kurooisdbest]

nickname: carri

men: iwaizumi, tsukishima, konoha

number: 11

TSYM!!!

heyyy Carri! PLS DONT HATE ME IM SORRY IF ITS SUUUPER LATE BUT Thank you for participating hihi🥺

here are your results !

Tsukishima (Friends)

Iwaizumi (Acquaintances)

Konoha (Engaged)

TSUKISHIMA

Your friendship with Tsukishima started when you became a manager for the Karasuno VBC together and withYachi

You were already close with the other 1st years but Tsukishima was a tougher nut to crack

he was always cocky and standoffish, and that ticked you off but you being you, you got used to it and began learning how to bark back at him.

Thus, your battle of insults would turn into a tackling sessions (he was surprised how fast and strong you were, being able to attack him like a predator pouncing on its prey. Little did he know you grew up in a house with three older brothers making you a professional in wrestling matches *for the sake of the story let’s just say u have brothers hehe*), and of course would result to the both of you being lectured by Daichi and Suga

With Daichi getting impatient with the two of you, he always punished the both of you with penalty laps. A day never went by without the both of you running around the gym. Daichi was pleased with the result but he would never admit that. He saw how you and Tsukishima became closer, what began in endless bickering evolved into small chit chats, and he was a proud dad

Your friendship with Tsukishima became one of the most valued relationships you have until present;

It was the end of the MSBY vs Adlers match, and you, together with your batchmates decided to drink after to catch up with one another.

“Tsukiiiiiiiiiii come on pls I’m strong now!” you pouted at your best friend, begging him to allow you to drink.

He knew you were a lightweight, you all discovered that during one of Kuroo and Bokuto’s afterparty, when he had to carry you home after finding you passed out in the corner. Thus, he made you swear to drink only when he or the other boys were around.

His nose scrunched at your incessant begging and groaned, knowing he could never win over you. “Fine since your so ‘strong’” he made sure to make air quotes before continuing. “bring your ass back home on your own.” he deadpanned. You smiled at him brightly before linking your arms with him, dragging him to the bar.

It’s been so long since you guys got together like this. So much untold stories from Hinata’s trip to Brazil, Making fun of Kageyama’s awkward commercials, and of course the story of how Yamaguchi and Yachi got together.

As much as Tsukishima protested, he couldn’t deny that he missed hanging out like this. So much has changed in a small amount of time… except for one.

You were drinking to your heart’s content, naive of the consequences you were about to face the next day. He laughed at the drooling mess beside him and sighed. He brushed the stray hair on your face and smiled.

“I forgot to ask!” Hinata shouted from the other side of the table. “Have you ever confessed t-“ he was cut by Kageyama’s hand covering his mouth. Tsukishima glared at the ginger headed male before standing up. “We’ll be going first.” He dragged your body to stand, before carrying you on his back.

Your head rested on his shoulder as he carried you to his car. The smell of his cologne made your lips curl into a smile before nuzzling your head on his neck. “Thank you, Tsukki. i wuv yyyuuuuuu!!! youuur the bestttt” your words slurred before fully passing out. He clicked his tongue and chuckled lightly. “You’re a pain in the ass you know that?” he looked back at you, seeing how peaceful you were, letting out soft snores, before letting a smile adorn on his face.

IWAIZUMI

You recently moved from Tokyo after your father was reassigned to work in Miyagi

Being an alumnus of Aoba Johsai, he enrolled you there for your third year

Everything was going smooth. Your movers arrived on time, you easily unpacked your furniture, and you had everything you needed to face the new environment you were about to enter

However, what your father forgot to mention was that Aoba Johsai was HUGE

Hence, what would a new transferee like yourself have to go through? of course, Get lost i the vicinity

You applauded yourself mentally for thinking ahead and left for school early or else you would be late on your first day

After dozens of twists and turns you finally reached your classroom

Your homeroom teacher entered and instructed you to introduce yourself in front of the class “Hi, My name is l/n y/n. I transferred here from Nekoma. I hope we could get along.” you ended your introduction with a bow before returning to your seat.

“Thank you. L/n and Iwaizumi, I would like to speak to you both after class.” He stated before continuing with his announcements.

You didn’t know anyone in your school and you couldn’t help but wonder what your teacher wanted to talk to you about with Iwaizumi.

After class, you turn your head to where Iwaizumi was seated to see him asleep on his desk.

“Iwaizumi-san?” you poked his shoulder, trying to wake him up. Take note of the word: “Trying” because it seemed like you wouldn’t succeed with just a mere poke.

He must’ve been tired for him to fall asleep like this. Having no choice, you grabbed both of his shoulders and started shaking him. His body jolted and raised his head from the desk and gave you a confused look. You simply smiled at his reaction and told him how both of you were instructed to meet with your professor after class.

His cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment for forgetting and for making you wake him up.

In the office, your teacher told Iwaizumi to show you around campus so that you wouldn’t have to get lost next time.

You tried to decline, feeling guilty for making Iwaizumi show you around but despite your attempts to politely decline, Iwaizumi faced you and gave you a gentle smile. “It’s alright. I don’t have practice today anyway. Come on.” He turned his back and walked toward the exit.

However, you were glued there and couldn’t utter a word. You suddenly feel a hand grab yours and pulled you along.

When the both of you exited the office, Iwaizumi let go of your hand and walked ahead, glancing back at you every once in a while to make sure you were following him.

He walked by your side and toured you around the school, telling you facts and what he called “survival” tips. (Tip#1: Never fall for Oikawa. Who was that? you didn’t know. What does it have to do with you? again, you didn’t know fjsjbfjd)

sometimes your hands brush against each other and sometimes he would put an arm around your shoulder bringing you closer when you pass through places with huge crowds.

He explained to you that he didn’t want you to get lost and you let him continue because somehow… even if it’s just your first day, you might just have made your first (crush) friend

KONOHA

You had been together with Konoha for almost 6 years now. A relationship which bloomed and nurtured from middle school until high school

Despite being a year younger than him, his childish antics proved that maybe, just maybe, you were older than him in terms of maturity

He begged you to become a manager right after you became a 1st year in Fukurodani and not missing a chance to spend time with your boyfriend, you agreed.

Both of you were busy with Finals and the volleyball competitions ahead but that didn’t stop you from spending time with your boyfriend. You’re relationship was past the point of fussing over the small issues. You both were in sync with one another and the both of you learned how to handle problems that would occasionally arise.

Everything became a routine. You would spend your breaks with Konoha and the volleyball team, study after classes before training starts, and walk home together after trainings.

Although lately, you’ve been spending time with each other less. Sure, you and Konoha would study in the library together but that was it. You wondered why he would suddenly bail on you without a word, you wondered why he insisted on letting you go home first, and why he would reply late to your texts.

You understood that maybe he was just busy but the stress you were feeling about school was starting to take its toll on you

Your emotions began to heighten. You were feeling lonely and sad, realizing that maybe the spark between you and your boyfriend was slowly fading. That maybe he found someone better. You began feeling insecure, letting your mind wander over every possible scenario about what would happen next. Is this really how your love will end?

You began to shut out everyone. You barely replied to Konoha, you spoke only in a few sentences, and at times, you couldn’t even spare him a glance.

You didn’t want anyone to think you were petty so you opted to keep everything to yourself. It didn’t bother you anymore that you were spending less and less time with Konoha. Instead of feeling hurt, you felt numb.

Little did you know everything was about to change

“l/n-san.” Fukorodani’s setter and your best friend, Akaashi tapped your shoulder. “Hm?” you answered while continuing your homework on the bench without looking at him. “l/n-san.” he repeated. You dropped your pencil to look at him. “Yes?”

“Konoha-san…” he trailed off. “Huh? What happened to Akinori?” you deadpanned. “He fainted. He’s in the infirma-” you rushed to the infirmary, cutting Akaashi off mid-sentence. A surge of concern suddenly filled you and your heart began beating rapidly.

Upon reaching the infirmary door, you slid it open only to notice the lights turned off. You flicked it on and saw no one at the desk. You entered slowly and walked further into the room, scanning the beds, looking for Konoha. At the end of the room, there you saw him. Sitting down, staring at the wall in front of him.

He didn’t seem to notice you enter as you sat yourself down beside him. “Hey Akaashi told me you fainted. Are you okay?” you hesitantly placed your hand on his. “Are you mad at me?” he whispered, eyes still on the wall. “I wouldn’t say I was mad… maybe a little hurt and I felt that you were shutting me out…I didn’t even know what you were up to… What’s up with you lately?” you answered.

“I’m sorry. I just…” he faced you and placed his free hand on your cheek, caressing it. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I was just busy, that’s all.” you leaned into his touch, unaware that you really did miss him. “It’s okay, I understand. What were you busy with? Maybe I could help…” you stared back at him. “I’m not sure if you could” he answered awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck. “I understand, excuse me” you stood up and feeling your eyes starting to tear up.

Suddenly, you felt upset. What could he be doing that even you couldn’t help with? You were about to turn the doorknob when you felt a familiar warmth grasp your wrist. “Babe…” you muttered, tears slowly streaming down your face. You faced him with your tear-stained face and smiled.

He felt guilty for having to tell you this way. He didn’t want to do it this way but he didn’t have any other choice. “Listen to me, okay?” He grabbed both of your cheeks in his hands, making you look at him. You stared at him and nodded.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you the for the past weeks… I wanted to surprise you that was all.” he cooed before releasing your cheeks. He rummaged something in his blazer and took out a small box. “This isn’t anything fancy but I’m graduating soon, and I have to wait a year before being in the same campus as you again. Y/n, I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. I loved you in the past, I love you in the present, and I will always love you in the future. Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t help but nod as the room filled with the sound of your sobs and your sniffles. Konoha hugged you tenderly and kissed you. “I love you” you replied.

a/n: hope u guys aren’t mad at me nfkshfk ily all thank you for always being patient AAAAAA posting updates for Ace of Cups soon :”>

*I have like other requests piled up in my ask box but i’ll try to get to you soon im sorry 😭

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How Would They React Sharing a Sleeping Bag With You?

[Headcanons]

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Denki Kaminari x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader (Separately)

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Summary: The class was going to go camping until he/she had forgotten his/her sleeping bag. So he/she had to share with you. 

(P.s. To make it more interesting, let’s just say Momo was drained so she couldn’t use her quirk in the middle of the night.)

Warning: Cursing, maybe some scenarios that makes you perverted, 

Genre: Fluff

Keys:

Y/n- your name, 

Reader: Neutral

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Katsuki Bakugo: 

Made by: ??? (Please tell me whose this is so i can credit them!)

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I swear he’d ‘kill the shit out of’ Yaoyorozu just to make another sleeping bag.

But she was too tired, after overusing her quirk into making other important and unimportant objects. 

Everyone was also in pairs, (One student with the Teacher). And somehow, he was paired with you. The person he respected and liked. It was somehow luck, or curse that you had forgotten your sleeping bag. He wanted to be close to you, But not this close 👌. 

“Hurry and make a fucking sleeping bag for Y/n Ponytail!” He shouted at her, grabbing her collar. “She needs some rest Bakubro- She’s been doing things for us y’know?” Kirishima placed his hand on top of his shoulder. You were no where to be seen. He heard you were at the river nearby.

“Or maybe he’s too scared to make a move on having a crush on Y/n~” Kaminari mocks, making Bakugo shot a glare at him. The Bakusquad only laughs at him, making him blush. 

He loosened his grip and gave a tired Yaoyorozu to Kirishima. Kirishima gave him a confused look. He rolled his eyes and went to your tent. 

He lied down looking at the roof of the tent. It wasn’t big, but it was big enough to fit both of you. “Bakugo! Time to make food for us!” Sero called him, cutting him out of his trance. He groans but stood up and left the tent. 

You were already waiting sitting on a log, your stomach softly grumbling. You didn’t notice that Bakugo was staring at you while you were looking up at the dark sky, the stars were visible. 

It was at the middle of the night when the others went to sleep. Leaving you and Bakugo alone sitting inside the tent, thinking of a solution of how to sleep properly inside a sleeping bag without touching each other. 

Bakugo noticed you yawn while staring at the sleeping bag. Luckily, the bag was more bigger to fit both of you perfectly. “You should go sleep.” He says softly. You looked at him. It was either you or your imagination that he was looking soft. 

“Sleep.” He tells you with a bit more serious tone. “How about you?” You tried to keep yourself awake. “I’ll be fine.” His heart beating, maybe it was because you were worried. “But it’s cold today.” You replied, Bakugo noticed that it was almost a whine. 

Bakugo froze when you told him that he should sleep with you in the sleeping bag. It was either you or your tired/sleepy state. He didn’t protest or anything since he was beside you. Your back was turned to his. But his chest was close enough that you could probably hear his heartbeat raising. 

Few minutes had passed, you couldn’t sleep. You didn’t knew about Bakugo but you were sure he was asleep. You were going to turn to face him until you felt his strong arms wrap around you and kept you near his chest. 

You couldn’t help but blush furiously. You can feel him sniff your hair before dreamily sighing. “Good night...” He whispered. 

Bonus, Warning; light crack: 

“Good night to you too Bakugo.” You answered back, trying to hold your laughter. Bakugo unwrapped his arms around you quickly, you slightly frowned as he do so. 

“You were awake the whole time?!” He whispered, trying to not shout at you when the others were sleeping. “Can’t sleep.” You smiled, feeling fully awake.

He gruffed but went back into hugging you again. “You’re mine now.” He said, wrapping you a bit tighter before sleeping again.

The next morning, The bakusquad was taking pictures. Reason? They noticed you both haven’t gotten out of the tent yet so they decided to check for juicy details. And there were one waiting for them. They went inside the tent seeing both of you wrapped around in each others arms. They took multiple pictures for blackmail. To their dismay, you and Bakugo had woke up to see them grinning and their phones in their hands. 

P.S. Bakugo took care of them while Aizawa took care of Bakugo.

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Denki Kaminari: 

Made by:  u/Llerasia in Reddit! Click here to see the fanart!

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Wowie he sure is going to be luck-y! Being in the same tent with his crush is great but sleeping in the same sleeping bag as you?! That’s Jackpot!

He didn’t forgot his sleeping bag on purpose, he was on a hurry. 

He didn’t beg for Yaoyorozu to make another sleeping bag for him. It was a stepping stone into getting a relationship with you, so why would he pass?

When Aizawa asked to come in pairs, the first person in mind was you. It has always been. 

“Hey Y/n, Wanna be my pair?” He asks, grinning and blushing slightly. You were also blushing. You nodded, it wasn’t like no one was going to be your pair, you wanted a certain someone to be your pair. 

It was already dark and Kaminari invited you stargazing with him. ‘Just you and me Y/n. So, wanna come?’ His words repeated on your mind like a loop. Making you flustered. 

You both were watching the stars while he makes a conversation, mostly goofing around and giving you compliments which never fails to make you blush. 

Minutes had passed and you started to feel sleepy. You urged yourself to fight your tired mind. Kaminari noticed it and confronted you about it. “Wanna go back to the camp? We could always do this the next time.” You nodded. You felt arms wrap behind your back and thighs, then you didn’t feel the ground like earlier. Until you noticed he was carrying you back to the camp. 

You were too tired on fighting and trying to walk on your own so you let him do his thing. In which he gladly did. 

Back to the camp was not far. But he was grinning to himself when his skin touched yours. You were softly snoring while your head was laying beside his chest. 

Bonus: 

He gently placed you in the sleeping bag. After a few seconds, you started to squirm. He wasn’t inside the sleeping bag, instead he gave you space and decided to sleep, sitting down. 

He looked at you in the mix of worried and confusion. Why were you squirming? He asks himself. 

You looked so uncomfortable, cold maybe? You couldn’t stop squirming while he tried to cover you up.

While he was trying to cover you up again, you grab his wrist. Making him jump, then you pulled him to you. “So you wanted to sleep with me hm? Should’ve told me babe~” He cooes. Earning a groan from you. 

In the morning, he- no everyone- couldn’t wipe the grin in his face. ‘Best night of my life!’ His grin widened. 

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Shoto Todoroki: 

Made by: ??? in Pinterest! (Please tell me who the artist is so i could credit them!)

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3 words. He didn’t complain.

Sleeping beside his crush isn’t common, nor rare. It was, just right. Probably.

He stared at you as you converse with Midoriya. He was happy he could be in the same tent as you but he didn’t know if you were comfortable with it. Of course he doesn’t want to be touchy to the people he doesn’t date. 

While eating, he tried to make a conversation with you. It was poor, but he tried. So you made the conversation in your own hands. You saw him smile while you were talking to him about stuff. 

9pm had came faster than both of you had thought. Aizawa told everyone to sleep and get ready for tomorrow. While both you and Todoroki were sitting. 

“Are you fine with this?” He calmly asks, looking a bit concerned. “Yes.” You whispered. 

It was going to be a cold night. And you don’t want to freeze to death. So you decided to ask him if you could sleep beside his left side. He relutantly agreed, meaning that you would sleep beside him today. And he didn’t want you to get accidentally burn you while you were sleeping, so he gave you a warning which you probably will ignore. 

You wrapped your arms to Todoroki. He stiffens but melted a while after, trying to not wake you up or burn you. 

He stares at you in the corner of his eye until he sleeps. 

The night was not a problem to you and Todoroki while the others complain about the cold last night.

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Can’t Let Go

A tiny erehisu oneshot based off that one smartpass au from this post and also inspired from their hand holding sessions :)

It’s been a long day of meetings with Hange, Levi, and the other military leaders about the new plans for Paradis and has fortunately ended earlier than expected. Eren aimlessly walks around town head filled with the dread that awaits their future. He finds himself by the orphanage and the farm and can’t remember if she’s scheduled to work there today. However, he soon spots the blonde tending to a cow that, if he recognizes it correctly, is the one she jokingly named after him. He makes his way towards her.

“...Historia?”

She’s startled and drops her brush she was using on ‘Eren the lazy cow’ and her eyes shoot up to his. As soon as she realizes it’s just him she immediately lights up into a big smile.

“Eren! Hey how are you? Haven’t seen you in a bit. How are the others?”

In contrast to her royal attire and updo bun, she’s in her casual dress and her hair is down. Eren is slightly taken aback. “When did her hair get this long?”

“I think they’re doing okay. Lots going on so I don’t see them as much either. How about you? Kids doing alright?”

“Ah I see. I’m better now. Most of the time I just get dragged around to boring meetings that I could care less about, so whenever I’m here I feel like I’m actually doing something worth while.” She stares fondly back at the orphanage.

He knows the feeling all too well. Meaningless meetings that will all be for naught due to the future he’s seen. That he will cause.

“And the kids are doing well! They’re always talking about you. You’re their little hero.” She laughs.

Eren scratches his head, visibly uncomfortable with the title.

“That’s- hmm I wouldn’t... I-I don’t know about that-”

Historia retracts and feels a bit guilty for having made him feel apprehensive to the statement.

“I guess it’s kind of my fault? They ask me about you and I can’t help but tell them how hard you’re working to protect the island. It’s not wrong though so.... sorry not sorry?” She hesitantly grins.

He understands she means well. It’s not her fault she doesn’t know what the future holds. He reassures her.

“Don’t worry about it.”, He looks around, “Looks like this place is really coming together.”

“Yeah! Glad you noticed! Everyone’s doing their part here. The kids don’t even complain about helping as much as they used too.” She giggles.

He can’t help but look at her and think to himself how far she’s come. She continues to surprise him and it’s such a relief to him that she’s getting to do what she wants and is happy with her choices.

“That’s great. You really are amazing.”

Historia’s cheeks glow red,

“O-oh... thanks...”

Eren notices and realizes he’s feeling a bit warm himself.

“I-I mean... you’ve done amazing... really...”

“Eren?”

Historia motions for him to sit with her by a tree. He sits next to her leaning against its trunk. It’s warm out and there’s a nice calm breeze.

“Yeah?”

“How are you?” She looks at him concerned.

“Hm?”

“You didn’t answer the first time I asked so....”

“Ah.... to be honest..... I don’t know.”

Historia sneaks another glance at him and he looks so tired. He’s looking ahead at something, lost in thought. His eyes are less eager and more sullen.. “Empty.” She thinks. Memories of her childhood come to mind and she sympathizes. “Please. Not him too.”

“Hm. Listen Eren. Whatever is going on in that big head of yours, just know this... your thoughts are safe with me. If it ever gets too much, I got your back. I’ll always be here.” She pauses for a second, “Even if you just need someone to annoy. I’ll happily entertain you in an argument if you want.” She slyly adds.

He lets out a small laugh at the thought of Historia willingly engaging him in a dumb debate. Would probably be about what her actual height is or something. However, he falls back to his gloom and thinks back to the cave incident, a moment in his life that simultaneously destroyed and saved him.

“....Do you remember that day in the cave? When we were about to die and you said, “Fuck everything then! Do you just wanna hold hands and die right here?”

“U-Uhh... I vaguely remember saying something like that... well I wasn’t serious obviously! Y-you jerk..” She side-eyes him while pouting, “....but what about it?”

“I think that’s the best way to describe how I’ve been feeling lately.”

“Eren?”

“Sorry.”

He didn’t mean to make the conversation turn dark, but whenever it comes to her he just can’t lie. There’s really no need to either because he knows she’ll see right through him anyway.

“Well then. Lets do just that... but minus the dying part. I’ve got kids to feed y’know?”

Historia warmly smiles and lends out her hand for Eren to take. He stares at her and notices she’s just as nervous as he is. However, there’s no feeling of reluctance and she’s fully urging him to take her hand. It’s small, callused and there’s a few small scars around her fingers. ‘She must really be working hard to get things done around here for the kids.’ he thinks. He remembers the last time he was here and the kids would constantly follow him around begging for him to tell them what it’s like beyond the walls. And in that moment it clicks for him. This place. These kids. This is why. Eren takes her hand and they intertwine their fingers. It’s awkward and they avoid eye contact, but he already feels better. They stay like that until they both eventually fall asleep.

*An hour later*

“Uh... your majesty?”

Both of them wake up, still holding hands.

“Ah and hello Mr. Yeager. Sorry to interrupt.”

The sky has turned orange and red with the sun setting behind them now. Historia addresses the man who seems to be a farmer working on the land. He’s standing awkwardly and seemingly hesitant to make full eye contact with them.

She’s rubbing her eyes with her available hand and sounds a bit groggy,

“James, how long has it been since you’ve worked here? I told you not to call me that. Historia is fine.”

“M-my apologies. It’s almost dinner time? Shall I have the kids start prepping the tables?”

“Oh is it already? Yes, please also have them wash up beforehand. We’ll be there in a moment.”

“Yes your majes- ah I mean... Historia. I’ll get going.”

He nods towards Eren. “Mr Yeager.”

He bows to both of them and they watch as he retreats back.

“That guy- tsk always acting so formal and weird.” Historia says under her breath shaking her head.

“He probably just has a crush on you.” Eren teases.

“Stop it!”

Eren chuckles at Historia’s annoyed face but she eventually lets up after giving him a playful nudge. Both suddenly realize they’ve still been holding hands the entire time. The farmer surely saw the whole thing.

They immediately let go and can feel each other blushing like crazy.

Historia gets up and fidgets with her dress. “Um I mean, I’m sure he didn’t notice! He was probably too preoccupied with getting the kids ready.... right?”

Eren, still sitting against the tree with his eyes now closed, grins. “Nah he definitely noticed.”

“Eren!”

Eren laughs again and realizes he can’t remember the last time he’s laughed this much. He makes a mental note to make sure to visit the farm more frequently. Or rather, the Queen.

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Otp Clara x Anthony all qs

lou ily

some of this i filled out at like 3 am so ksksksk

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

hmm clara would rock it

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

both AKFFSGH as much as clara would deny it

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

clara loves it and tries to make it relaxing but both love to make it into sexy timeheheh

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

hmm 🧐 neither fully naked but clara would be in her night gown reading all day if left alone

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

clara. she would leave and try to read in the library until she either calmed down enough or until anthony found her.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

anthony

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

anthony for the former and clara for the latter

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

clara would steal anthony’s clothes in a heart beat

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

clara for all

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

before they fall in love, anthony. after? neither

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

anthony: 😳😳 s ur dance card full

clara: ??? i’m ur wife u idiot

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

clara ;D

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

neither but hm anthony’s actor was in a musical right? so like maybe him. perhaps.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

🥺 clara starts the handholding, he grabs her butt and slides an arm around her waist and as usual with this ask game i’m ignoring the era by saying clara would put her fingers in his belt loops

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

neither!

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

LDJLKDJ anthony and clara, respectively

17) Who is more protective?

anthony ofc

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

both tbh but anthony moreso

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

clara has to stare out the window or read her book always so yeah

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

DLKJDLKJ ok but i just had an image of clara carrying anthony and i believe in her but imma go w clara simply because she’s always sleepy

21) Who cuts the others hair?

clara would cut anthony’s hair

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

clara is not very good at any dirty talk so yeah, and both!

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

anthony for all and clara for the second

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

clara loves dances so her for the former and anthony for the latter

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

anthony

26) Who kissed first?

anthony

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

clara for both

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs they write for them?

clara! mostly poems that she keeps hidden

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

anthony

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

both!

[purelypeaky]

One Last Night

It’s your last night in Birmingham before leaving for New York, and Tommy wants to make sure it’s a night to remember.

Tommy Shelby x reader

Warnings: gratuitously slow s\m\u\t, hella eating out

Masterlist

It’s all for the better, you had to keep reminding yourself. New York held the promise of a better job, a better apartment, and a better life. You were going to have a fresh start over there and leave your old life behind.

It was just hard to remember all that when you were right at home with Tommy Shelby deliciously sucking at your neck.

The evening was supposed to be a simple goodbye over drinks and reminiscing about your memories together. But just like countless other times since you’d met him, you found yourself caged between the wall and his lithe body, gasping and pulling him closer.

You felt his chest rumble as he spoke something inaudible. Gently touching his jaw, you brought his crystal blue eyes to meet yours.

“What was that?”

“I’ll miss this.”

He kissed you again and you followed his lips when he tried to pull back, eagerly smiling against him.

“Then don’t stop.”

His grip slid around your back and he curved your body flush to his, returning his attention to your neck. You sighed in contentment, letting your head fall back for better access and running your hands down his starched white sleeves. Going further, you reached down to palm his hardening length through his pants.

Tommy grunted, then took your wrist. “No, no,” he chided. “Not tonight.”

So instead of lifting your skirt up and taking you against the wall like you expected, he guided you with him until you fell together on the bed. After kissing him again, you pulled back and stared at him curiously.

“What d’you mean, not tonight?”

He rolled on top of you and then dropped to his knees at the end of the bed, rubbing circles into your calves on either side of him. 

“Can’t have all the same memories to take with you, eh?”

You didn’t understand until he trailed his fingers up your legs and pushed your skirt out of the way. You took a deep breath as he watched you all the while, checking if you were okay. Bobbing a nod and a smile, you shivered with anticipation and laid back.

Tommy Shelby was nothing if not detail-oriented and for that you were eternally grateful. He traced back down and up your legs and helped you slide your panties off, slowly and reverently trying to memorize every inch. His warm palms then came to rest on your inner thighs, peeling your legs further apart and exposing you fully.

Starting at your knee, he placed delicate kisses rising higher and higher before switching to the other side. His hands followed in the wake, never letting you go a moment without his heated touch and relaxing you further.

So when he quickly shifted to nibble at the bend in your thigh, it startled you.

“Tommy!”

“Hm?” He innocently quirked a brow and coaxed your legs back out, but couldn’t hide the devilish smirk. “You’re excited, I know.”

You didn’t have time to answer before he licked a firm stripe to your center, drawing a sharp gasp from you. He repeated the move a few times to taste your ready wetness and add some of his own. When he brought a single finger to your clit and rubbed just so, your first full moan escaped.

But this was not a night to rush things so he went back to licking and laving, this time using those blessed lips to suck at your clit now and again. Your mouth hung open in pleasure and your fingers searched for traction in the sheets beneath you, anything to keep your sanity that  was slowly being stripped away.

But you lost that sanity when Tommy lost himself in the moment, hoisting your legs over his shoulders and delving his tongue deep inside. Your hand carded through his hair and your hips rose to meet his every movement as heat pooled in your lower belly. Everything was Tommy and how he expertly lit your nerves on fire like he was the only man in the world that could.

All at once he slowed down and released his grip, backing you off the edge of climax with feather-light tracing and kisses.

“Now when the American boys tell you to lie back and think of England...” he taunted, nosing at your clit, “you’ll be thinking of me.”

You whimpered, nodding and silently begging for him to start up again. But he just continued the haphazard attention to drag out the aching pleasure and keep your relief at bay. The gentle presses of his lips were driving you mad and you squirmed against him, drawing a deep chuckle from Tommy’s throat.

“Someone getting desperate?”

“Fuck, Tommy...”

He smiled against your skin. “We’ll get there.”

When he thought you’d had enough, he knew it was time to undo you completely. After a few more circles of his thumb to your clit he put his mouth back to work, suckling just where you needed. His hand reached up to intertwine with yours and you held on for the ride.

The tension in your core came rushing back and your breathy moans got louder, egging on the man between your legs. Your free hand flitted from your mouth to your breast and anything you could reach as the pleasure took hold, while Tommy made himself even more useful. Slipping a finger inside you, he curled it just so and sent your back arching.

His lips found a rhythm at your clit and didn’t let up, building the pressure and eliciting his name from your lips like a prayer. You couldn’t hold still but you didn’t dare move away from his ministrations, instead rutting against him again and again.

“There you are,” he murmured. “Come for me, love.”

Your body obeyed instantly. The pressure snapped at your core and waves of pleasure floated through every inch of you. Tommy rode through it all, still rubbing and sucking to glean every drop you could give until you fully sank back into the bedding.

“Christ, Tommy. You sure know how to make sure a girl misses home.”

You both laughed softly, breathing in the calm moment as it started raining outside. Tommy stood and began undoing his cuffs and shirt buttons and you folded your hands behind your head, watching with interest.

He raked his eyes over your pleasured form in turn. With a nonchalant grin, he pulled his shirt off completely.

“Now what was that you said about fucking, eh?”

[wincestious]

Okay I swear your artwork is amazing like literally, you are now one of my top five favorite artists on Tumblr. Also, I saw that you sometimes answer requests? If you do, could you please (like I'm begging on my knees please) draw Demon!Sam and Angel!Dean just going out for a really cheesy date? (The more bad puns the better). Thanks for reading this! Have a nice day!

Dean frowned.

Why?

Because, Sam - although being taken on a perfectly cheesy, romantic, share-a-fucking-milkshake date - was frowning, glaring down at his hand and staring solemnly at the ketchup as if it was the one to fling him from heaven.  Dean found the whole brooding thing quite offensive, and propped one naked foot onto the booth seats and leaned further into his brother.

“Hey, uh, Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome, what’s with the long face?”  He asked, laying his head on Sam’s shoulder and Sam gave him a passive side glance.  The demon proceeded to then have the audacity to look around the mostly empty diner, as if Dean could have possibly been speaking to someone else.

“Yeah, you - the only ‘Tall, Dark, and Handsome’ around,” when assured he had Sam’s attention, he continued, although the demon looked to still only be half listening, “I have you here on this awesomely romantic, classic milk shake date, and you’re still all this.”  And with that word he gestured to his face, to the faux grim frown, and Sam’s eyebrow quirked.

“What ever do you mean?”  Sam drawled, resting his cheek on one fist and Dean found that better than Broody-Mc-Pouty-face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not here for the last thirty minutes of me babbling about how weird human toes were?  Because I was legit doing that.  Hell - you agreed to paint my nails, and to let me braid your hair you were so distracted.”  Dean said, threw one hand out in exasperation, and Sam chuckled.  Improvement, at least.

“I was just thinking on how to rid myself of one certain destroyer of my ‘bad assery’.”  Sam quoted Dean’s previous words, and Dean gave him an amused glance.

“Oh, yeah?”  Dean asked, looking up into Sam’s black eyes - he noted how Sam stopped hiding them now, and that was something that made Dean’s heart flip more times than necessary - and Sam shot him a small smirk.

“Yeah, I figured if I’m to go all out, I need to really perfect my image.”

“Dye your hair black, that’ll help.”

Sam seemed to ponder that a moment, looking up to the ceiling and Dean near giggled at the serious look of contemplation.  “There’s a thought.”  Sam finally said, stroking his chin and Dean turned onto his knees, leaning over into Dean’s lap and hands resting on Sam’s knees.

“Oh, maybe file your teeth too, get them pointy - also, why not we get you some tear drop tattoos?”

“Black lipstick?”  Sam shot back, and Dean nodded with a hissed laugh.

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.  You’ll be on everyone’s fuck list.”

“Hm…”  Sam stroked his chin again, “well if I’m going all out then shouldn’t you do so as well?”  Sam eyed him, and Dean quirked a brow.

“Aren’t I already?  I mean, look at this face - totally innocuous and trustworthy.”

“Yes, but..”  Sam leaned forward, tracing Dean’s lips and cheeks.  “Why not a little bit of pink lipstick, maybe some rosy red blush for your nose and cheeks - become a pretty princess to stand for the ‘truly good’.”  Sam quoted that, scoffing, and Dean personally felt that one.  

Seemed these days the ‘good guys’ were all sorts of assholes.

“Okay, but - then you hafta’ buy yourself a nice leather outfit, complete with chains and choker.”  Dean said, eyeing Sam and trying - and failing miserably - to picture Sam in a gaudy trench coat littered with chains and upside down crosses.

“Then you’ll have to put on a nice, frilly pink dress.”

“Fuck you, I’d look fabulous.  You’d look like a giant poser dork.”

Sam pulled a face, thought a moment, then nodded, agreeing.  “You have a point, there.”

“Course’ I do, I’m always sorta right, in case you haven’t noticed.”  Dean said, tossing an old, soggy fry at Sam’s face and laughing when the demon threw a projectile of his own - a fry that had sat out even longer than Dean’s, resting so elegantly in the liquid that steadily perspired from their milkshake.

“Oh - yes, you’ve never been wrong before - that’s why your garrison almost caught you with me when you decided going to a fucking church to have your weird fantasies play out was a good idea.”  Sam hissed through his teeth, playfully glaring down at Dean and Dean couldn’t rebuttal that one as well as he would’ve liked to.  His face flared red, ears burning and he looked to the side, glaring a moment at the lovely family seated some tables away from them.

They all looked to be having such a nice time, perfect wife, perfect husband, perfect two kids and whatever amount on the way, and Dean childishly stuck his tongue out at the youngest child when it stopped smashing it’s pancakes with grubby fingers to look at them with wide eyes.

“Hey, Dean, you know I’m messing with you, right?”  Sam said, face worried and Dean turned to look back at him with a reddened face and mix of playful hurt.

“B-but, Sammy, you know I don’t kink shame you, a-and the thought that you -” he broke off there, pitching his tone high and stuttering for effect only to have the demon give him an unimpressed curve of brow.

“You’ll have to do better than that.”  Sam deadpanned and Dean’s face instantly turned sour, puckering his lips in a pout.

“What if I cry?”

“I’ll salt your wounds.”  Sam gestured dangerously to the salt sitting all innocent like on the table and Dean gulped, flopping onto Sam’s lap fully now and finding comfort in the dark trap between table and Sam’s jean clad thighs.

“Spoil sport.”

“Kinky fucker.”

“You’re kinkier.”  Dean shot back, all childlike-eloquence, and Sam could only shrug a shoulder at that.

“You got me there.”

“Yeah, and you got me here right now, so let’s go back to discussing how exactly I’m going to braid your pretty hair.”

“I didn’t agree to that-”

“Oh, but you did, now, do you want the dutch braid, or the french braid?”

“Neither.”

Dean just grinned devilishly, because Sam had to rest his eyes sometimes - humans had some things down correctly, and sleep was pretty bad ass when you needed a break from heaven-hell politics.

And the second Sam deemed it time to take a break?  Dean would so be ready with the perfect tutorials to have Sam waking the prettiest demon of the bunch.

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THERES NO PUNS BC IM TERRIBLE BUT HERE ENJOY MY FROND

also hehehehe glad u like my stuff, makes my cold ded artist heart all fuzzy on the inside :’)