Hi! My name is Helena, I study psychology and criminology but have a big passion for writing and other creative activities!
I only have one blog! if you see my works somewhere else that isn't reblogged, report or tag me, please
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Who i write for/Mini masterlist
MHA
Katsuki Bakugo
Dont you worry 'bout your curly hair
Squeaky clean
+Any of your choosing from mha
JJK
Satoru Gojo
You're my coney island, baby!
Kento Nanami
I could be a good mother (pt1) (pt2)
safe for work texts
Mom bod
Yuji Itadori
Happy new year
Suguru geto
Toji Fushiguro
Death note
L lawliet
Doawk
Rodrick Heffley
Kamisama kiss
Tomoe
(Just posted one! Scroll down to check it out, my phone is bugging so I can't link it)
If you don't see a specific character you'd want me to write a fic for, don't hesitate to ask me about it! These are just the characters I feel familiar with but I'm more than happy to test the waters with others.
𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜
I will not be writing any h0moph0bia, ped0ph1l1a, n0n-con, etc.
I only write fem!reader since that's what I'm comfortable with.
I'm a busy person so instead of rushing fics I take my time with them. My posting is irregular and it takes a while for me to complete a fic, one shot, etc. Thank you for being patient, I appreciate it <3
Tbh I’m a little surprised that there are very few Tomoe x reader fics! I love Kamisama kiss and recently finished the manga actually!
I wanted to request Tomoe and his lover getting intimate for the first time together and reader is pretty shy about it and Tomoe is just completely soft-spoken and gentle for once? I feel like the few NSFW fics I have read, he’s always being rough or really kinky (NO HATE TO PEOPLE WHO WRITE THAT BTW) but I just wanna see Tomoe and his lover being vulnerable with eachother!! 😭
A Gentle First Time
Tomoe x fem!reader
♤SMUT, minors dni.
Yayy Tomoe rec! I hope its alr that I made the reader female! This is my first smut, im open to any tips/criticism ^^
Not proofread btw :p
The pearlecent moonlight reflects through the window in the shrine. Shining upon the futon, which Tomoe is currently lowering you onto.
The fabric dips between your weight as his slender hands place you down. He's leaning over you, white strands of his hair lightly tickling your bare shoulder.
"You are truly beautiful like this"
Tomoes voice is smooth as a velvet duvet, and low as he admires you beneath him. His pupils swallowing up the purple Iris in his eyes. He watches you for a few seconds, his eyes travelling over your form as his fingers run through your hair. He lowers himself until your faces are inches apart.
"My love, are you sure about this?"
He asks softly for consent, and you can feel the hot air ghost over your parted lips. His movement stilling for a moment.
"Im sure, Tomoe"
His soft white ears twitch forward at your confirmation, and he closes the gap between you. This wasn't the first time you and Tomoe had kissed, but every time you did, it felt like it.
Your eyelashes flutter closed, and all you feel is his lips move gently against yours. His hands slowly undress you. Taking his time and making sure his long nails never scratch you— never hurt you.
Your lips part and the both of you pant softly. You feel your face heat up as you now realise he is seeing you completely bare for the first time, you wonder what he is thinking.
And it is almost written on his face, the way his eyes trail in admiration over your naked body, his fingers running over your smooth skin. His lips are still parted.
"All of this, for me.. what a pretty body you have."
He hums softly, dipping his head lower, placing soft kisses down your neck and to your collarbones. He stops just before your breasts and meets your eyes again. With no protest on your part, he dips again and begins kissing your mounds. His textured tongue circling your nipples with care. His ears twitch when he hears you moan for the first time, and he continues his efforts just a little more. He feels a rush through his spine from giving you pleasure.
"Tomoe.."
Your stuttering brings him out of his trance on your breasts, and his head piques up, his hands running up and down your waist, tracing mindless shapes.
"Where do you want me, darling?"
He asks gently, a soft, knowing smile on his face as he looks into your eyes.
You swallow nervously under his gaze, and simply part your legs for him, feeling a shiver through your spine when you feel the air hit your glistening folds.
Tomoes breath catches in his throat at your silent invitation, even he can be caught off guard when met by your most intimate areas.
You see his tongue dart out to lick his lips. It gives you butterflies the way he looks down between your thighs.
"I see, I see, what a sight.."
He purrs, moving up again to give you a soft kiss on the nose before travelling down again, further and further down till he is settled between your legs, his lips parted as he looks upon your pussy, glistening with slick, he feels a warmth spread in his groin and he has to hold back a groan.
Suddenly shy, your legs instinctively close, this doesn't go unnoticed by Tomoe as his eyes quickly look back up at you.
"Is everything alright, dear?—"
"Im sorry, its just.. im nervous"
Your words make him pause, and his hand reaches out for yours.
He brings it up to his lips, and he presses a kiss to each of your knuckles while holding eyecontact,
"I promise, I will take care of you, and pleasure you beyond anything imaginable."
His words are soft and gentle, like a comforting blanket. Your legs slowly open up again, but he doesn't let go of your hand. His eyes however, dart back down to your pussy.
"There we go, how beautiful"
You can hear the appreciative purr in his voice as he lowers his head once again. A high-pitched, involuntary moan exits your lungs as you feel his textured tongue lick a stripe up your slit. Your legs twitching, a pair of hands gently holding them down.
Tomoe is like a man starved on your dripping cunt, yet he is so gentle, his purple eyes closed as he savours the taste of you on his tounge, licking and lapping at your juices.
"Ive never tasted anything like this, so good.."
He hums, pleased. The vibrations going straight to your clit making another moan exit your mouth, his ears twitch at this and he redoubles his efforts. Knowing he found your sweet spot.
"Such a pretty girl for me, this feels good, hm?"
He purrs, feeling you inch towards orgasm when your hand comes down to run through his white hair.
Then your fingers brush behind his ears, and it elicits a shudder through Tomoes body. His tongue goes limp for a moment before he recollects himself.
"T-tomoe?"
"Ah, thats a dangerous spot my love,"
His tongue is right back on your, this time dipping lower to slide into your depths. You bite your lip in pleasure as you feel yourself coming even closer.
"There we go, let me make you cum"
He hums softly against your clit, kitten licking between your puffy, slick lips.
You come with a breathy moan and squeezed shut eyes, your hole fluttering, and Tomoe gladly lapping up your essence, you swear his tail was wagging.
"So proud of you, you did so well for me, darling."
He speaks so gently, wiping off his mouth before crawling back up to you and cupping your face, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you come down from your high.
A/N: Yayay I love a gentle Tomoe fic<3 Again, this is my first smut so if anyone's got any tips or criticism, im open to it!
The scent of curry fills yours and Kento's house on the Malay coast, steam rising from the pan Kento was currently cooking in.
You're coming out of the bedroom, just dressed after a shower. Your slipper covered feet quiet against the floorboards, Kento couldn't hear you over the sizzling from the pan.
Suddenly, you get an idea,— if this were a cartoon, you'd have a cheshire smirk on your face and a light bulb popping out your head— you stalk closer to him,
Eyes zeroed in on his ass.
You never thought you'd be enticed by a man's ass, but well, somehow, everything about Kento was sexy.
Taking slow and steady steps forward and rising your hand..
SMACK
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You try to contain your laughter as you sprint around the corner and into the master bedroom, giggling.
Kento stands frozen, brows furrowed, and lips parted in utter disbelief and confusion. What on earth would possess you to do this?
With a light scoff and a smirk on his lips, he puts down the kitchen utensils and starts walking to the master bedroom, where he assumes you'd be hiding.
And he was right. When he opens the door, you're trying to stiffle your laughter with your hand. You yelp when he swiftly lifts you up by your waist,
"Come here, you little minx,"
A/N: He's the only man i've had an urge to slap the ass of, and lowkey Toji.
The feeling of Yuji's arms around you from behind envelopes your body with warmth and the familiar smell of his cologne—slight citrus and white musk—fills your senses.
Above you the sky was exploding in a multitude of colors, a stark contrast to the black beneath. Now you could smell the smoke too.
Yuji squeezes your gloved hands with his own, causing you to snap out of your trance and turn around to face him. His big hazel eyes were glimmering in the collision of light.
"Happy New Year, baby"
Yuji smiles, all giddy, still holding your hands in his.
"Happy New Year, Yuji"
You smile wholeheartedly back at him, taking a step closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. The sound of the fireworks muffling like you and Yuji were now in your own personal bubble of euphoria.
You see his lips part a little, still a faint smile on his face as he looks at you.
"You want a new years kiss?"
He asks teasingly, already knowing the answer and clearly wanting one himself.
You can only laugh before he answers for you and gently grabs your face, the yarn like fabric of his gloves brushing against your cold cheeks as he brings you in. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips meet his. They're soft and familiar. He tastes almost like skittles, its sweet.
"Happy New Year, i love you."
AN: HELLO! I haven't posted in a while for sure, school has taken a tumble on me and unfortunately I believe next term will aswell. However, I do love writing small little blurbs like these, so when I feel like it, ill try an write some! Happy new year everyone, stay safe ily💜
light commotion filled the livingroom of yours and Nanami's old friends. Well, more your friends. You had to convince Nanami to come with you in the first place, he's not much of a socializer.
"Oh I'm sorry about the baby" Your friend said. Her and her husband had just gotten a baby and it was rather loud, but you insisted on coming and celebrating the birth with your husband.
Just as your friend was about to stand up— grabbing onto the table you were all gathered at for support. You stand up, offering to go sooth the baby yourself. After some 'no, trust me, I don't mind' and 'are you sure? She can be difficult.' Your friend finally let you go sooth her daughter.
Nanami is still sitting by the table but he has a clear view to see you walk up to your friends daughter, scooping up the crying little bundle with gentle arms.
"Shh...shh...there there..."
You hush the baby in your arms. Gently rocking the crying little girl. Your eyes looking down at the tiny human wraped in a purple baby blanket with fluffy white hearts. Nanami watched you from the sofa as he sat around with your friends. they were still chatting among themselves and making conversation, sipping on drinks. But Nanami silently observed you.
Your friends has asked Nanami a question, he snapped out of trance and answered with the minimum amount of words while remaining polite, of course. But he couldn't help but glance over at you. Standing there in the dimly lit nursery, looking down at the little girl like you would with a cute kitten—no—like a mother.
He could feel his heart melt acompanied by a warm feeling in his chest. You were so gentle, so kind and just so sweet and caring. He could picture it... You holding a baby in your arms... His baby... His child...
Nanami gently sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as this thought entered his head. He never let himself fantasize about having children, let alone having a wife. Yet here you were, maybe it wasn't so impossible after all?
HII! This was my first ever fic. Very short and I actually have a storyline if I'd continue it but I want to post this one first, to see if anyone even likes it :'-)
ANYWAY! I love dad!Nanami fics so who knows, maybe I'll make a follow up on this one🤷♀️
The meeting room was quiet, except for the rustling of papers and the occasional cough as the higher-ups droned on about upcoming missions. Nanami sat with his usual impeccable posture, pen in hand, taking notes. His expression was calm and collected.
That is, until his phone vibrated against his thigh.
He ignored it at first, thinking it was Gojo. But the vibration came again, persistent. With a quick glance around the room to ensure no one was watching, Nanami subtly slid his phone into his lap and peeked at the screen.
My love❤️: Hey, handsome. How’s your meeting?
He blinked, his lips pressing into a tight line to suppress a smile. He quickly typed back:
Nanami: It is going well, honey. Why are you asking?
Her reply came almost immediately:
My love❤️: No reason… just missing you. Thinking about how good you looked this morning in that suit. Makes me wanna undo your tie myself.
Nanami’s eyes widened slightly, his ears flushing a light pink as he quickly locked his phone and set it down. He cleared his throat, shifting slightly in his chair and forcing himself to focus back on the meeting, a lingering warmth in his stomach.
The phone buzzed again, and despite his better judgment, Nanami couldn’t resist checking.
My love❤️: Or maybe I’ll let you keep the tie on…
His grip on the phone tightened as he felt his composure begin to crack. He tugged at his tie subtly, as though it had suddenly become too tight, his clothes, too hot.
Nanami stared at the screen for a moment before typing a response, his jaw clenched in determination to end this game before it got out of hand and he'd leave the office to go straight back home.
Nanami: The meeting is soon over, please behave.
There was a pause. For a moment, Nanami thought he’d succeeded. But then the phone buzzed again.
My love❤️: Why don’t you come remind me how?
Nanami inhaled sharply through his nose, his face now decidedly red as he lowered his phone into his lap again. Around him, his colleagues seemed blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil.
He thought carefully, then typed one final message:
Nanami: If you keep this up, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.
The instant he hit send, he turned his phone off completely and placed it back on the table, crossing his arms resolutely as though nothing had happened, though his heart was hammering against his chest.
You were seated at your desk, cheek resting in your palm, when your phone buzzed. You smirked, fully expecting another flustered reply. Instead, your eyes widened as you read the message.
Your face went beet red, and you dropped your phone onto the desk, stared at it for a moment, your mind blank.
“Oh wow”
You whispered to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand.
You let out a soft, disbelieving laugh and leaned back in your chair, absolutely short-circuited.
A/N: HEYY! It's been a while, I'm so sorry I just really don't have motivation to write at the moment, and I mightve trashed out all of my drafts.. uhm but yeah! I hope you like this short thing, I just got the idea and had to write it :)
Summary: You suffer the unfortunate fate of being paired up with your rival, Katsuki Bakugo, for a cleaning task. Things take a slippery and flustering turn. (Y/LN stands for "your last name")
The usual peaceful morning in the Heights Alliance dorms was shattered by Aizawa’s voice in the middle of the commonroom.
"Listen up, you all. There’s cleaning tasks today. Each team will be responsible for one area. The winning team gets a day off from chores next week. If you don’t want to spend another day scrubbing toilets and wiping down counters, you’ll need to give it your all."
The announcement earned groans and grumbles, but that wasn’t the part that made you sigh the loudest. It was the teams. You scanned the room as Aizawa listed off the pairs, dreading the inevitable.
"And for the final team, Y/LN and Bakugo."
Your eye twitched, and Bakugo shot you a glare that could even cut through steel. You had been hoping to avoid the guy for just a little bit longer after your most recent tension-filled moments. But of course, the universe had other plans.
"Great, just what I need. A cleaning competition with him."
You'd mutter, rolling your eyes.
"Shut up, Y/LN"
Bakugo snapped, arms crossed.
You open your mouth to say something, but Aizawa's voice stops you mid-word.
"Get to work. You’ve got two hours."
The first few minutes were relatively quiet as you started their cleaning. You were scrubbing windows, while Bakugo angrily wiped down tables and counters. The room buzzed with the sound of cloths rubbing against surfaces, but the silence between you was suffocating. After about ten minutes, you couldn’t stand it any longer.
"Bakugo, you missed a spot,"
you said nonchalantly, pointing to the corner of the counter.
"I didn’t miss anything, I’m doing it fine."
Bakugo muttered refusing to look up from the task at hand.
"Right.. and who forgot the trash bags?"
You shot back, pointing to the overflowing garbage bin in the corner, embarrassing.. That did it. Bakugo’s face turned a shade of red that had nothing to do with the cleaning supplies.
"I didn’t forget anything!" he yelled. "That bin’s fine!"
But before he could continue his tirade, you smirked and grabbed a nearby bottle of dish soap. With a quick motion, you squirted it directly onto his freshly wiped counter, the soap splashing and spilling over the sides.
"What the hell, Y/LN?!"
Bakugo shrieked like a girl, his face a mix of fury and confusion.
"Oh, you were saying somethin'? I thought I’d just add a little bit of extra shine to your perfect counter."
You had to hold back your giggles at his expression. Really, you should have a camera now.
Bakugo however would not agree, rage boiling in his eyes.
"YOU'RE DEAD!"
That was the moment the cleaning competition escalated from mildly annoying to completely chaotic. Bakugo grabbed the nearest spray bottle and squirted it directly at you, missing by an inch. But you weren't gonna give up. You grabbed the bottle of soap again, this time aiming for his shirt.
"Take that, tough guy!"
The next few minutes were a blur of slipping, dodging, and yelling. You laughed as Bakugo chased you, trying to grab you by the arm but only managing to throw soap in your direction. You quickly grabbed a mop bucket, swung it in his direction, and managed to splash him with soapy water. The sounds of bickering and splashing echoed throughout the floor.
"You're so dead when I catch you, Y/LN!"
Bakugo yelled, slipping on a puddle of water as he tried to lunge toward you.
"You’ll have to catch me first, Bakugo!"
But the chaotic scene quickly took a turn for the worse. As Bakugo tried to charge at you again, he misjudged his step, slipping on the soapy floor, and in an almost slow-motion moment, both of you lost your balance at the same time.
With a loud crash, both of you fell and by some stroke of pure, chaotic fate, you ended up landing right on top of Bakugo.
For a second, there was stunned silence between you. Bakugos red eyes staring at you, the colour matching his face. It was like both of you became hyper aware of everything. The wet dishsoap on your uniforms, the clean smell lingering in the air, the way you were so close to each other. Heck, was this a romance manga?
"GET OFF ME, Y/LN!"
Bakugo shouted, his voice a mix of embarrassment and frustration. But before you could scramble off of him, a voice came from the doorway.
"Uh, guys?"
Kirishima said from the door, his face red from holding in his laughter.
"What… exactly are you two doing?"
Your face turned beet-red. You immediately shot up, pushing yourself off Bakugo and standing up quickly, your heart pounding in your chest. Bakugo was on his feet just as fast, avoiding your eyes.
"Shut up, shitty-hair! This is not what it looks like!"
Kirishima, though, was practically doubled over with laughter, trying to keep his cool but failing miserably.
"I don’t know, it kinda looks like you two are really bonding over the.. cleaning?"
Kirishimas' face immediately turned from laughing to fear once Bakugo stomped up to him
"Shut the hell up!"
Bakugo growled, storming past him, still red in the face.
This was one of the most ridiculous things that had happened in ages, and you both had been so caught up in the chaos of cleaning that it almost didn’t feel real.
A/N: HII! I'm kinda back, I think? This is short but lowkey super cutesy. I hope you guys like it and tell me if you'd like more of rival! Bakugo x reader. Also, this is my first time writing Bakugo, so I'm sorry if it was bad—I gotta admit this was a little rushed, and I just wanted to post something before people started thinking I died :-)
Summary: After you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, your body has changed, leaving you insecure with your new curvy body. But Nanami thinks you're still—and always will be—absolutely gorgeous.
An arm extended before you, and you sigh in defeat as you lay back down in your shared king size bed.
Your daughter was crying in the nursery, and like you motherly instincts told you, you had attempted to get up and soothe the little girl. But now, Kento decided to do it for you, knowing you were absolutely exhausted after childbirth.
"Thank you, Kento."
You mumble softly. Already half asleep as you lay back down on the soft satin pillow under your head. Messy hair falling over your face as you close your eyes.
You could hear Kento's soothing from the nursery. Sweet words and kisses to your daughter as he lulled her to sleep. You were forever thankful for this man, and he was very thankful for you.
After a couple of minutes, the crying had died down, and you were fast asleep, off to some dreamland of puppies and rainbows when Kento's steps approach the shared bedroom again. Laying down carefully in the bed to not wake you up.
Your matching pajama set was soft on your body. Kento had noticed you'd gone insecure after giving birth. Having a hard time adjusting to stretch marks, larger breasts and hips, etc.
But he found you so beautiful.
The new curves, the glow, the motherly nature you had adapted after your baby daughter came to life. You were ethereal in his eyes.
The other day he found you standing infront of the mirror. Hands on your hips and furrowed brows. He came up behind you and wraped two strong arms around your waist. Closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against the back of your head, going lower to trail kisses to the back of your neck as he whispered praises of how stunning you looked. He made you feel so safe.
And now, he's wrapping his arms around you once again. The soft mattress under your bodies dip as you stir in your sleep. Recognising your husbands familiar embrace you smile subconsciously and he holds you tight, whispering something inaudible into your ear as he kisses the top of your head. Soon falling asleep himself.
A/N: SORRY FOR NOT DOING MY PLANNED FICS I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS... Dude, Dad!Nanami has me on my knees he is such a gentleman I genuinely believe he would be the best girl dad ever. I hope you guys like this one cause my last Satoru fic FLOPPED. Anyway thank you for reading! <3
At least four dates a week, that was yours and Satoru's rule ever since you started dating. It could range from dinner dates, walks in the park, aquarium dates, picnic dates, as long as he could spend some 'lovey dovey' time with you.
And this Saturday evening was no different. Satoru had taken you to a small but expensive Cafe in the richer streets of Tokyo. Serving the absolute best cakes and drinks in the whole city.
"You enjoying yourself?"
He'd ask with a grin as you took a bite out of a red velvet cake. Feeling the mouth watering taste on your tounge. He himself had a couple cakes on his plates aswell. Ranging from pistachio to apple pie.
"This is amazing, I'm so happy you took me here"
You'd say, licking your lips, savouring the rich taste in your mouth. The color being the same as your red dress—a dress Satoru had bought you.
The rest of the evening Satoru couldn't stop admiring you. And you couldn't stop admiring him. It was almost like you two were some silly teenagers crushing on eachother and this was the first date. Expect, you were already madly in love with eachother.
"Care for a dance?"
Satoru had extended his arm towards you. The cafe just put on slow dancing music and the snow haired man was jittery with excitement.
"Seriously?"
You giggle, not taking him seriously at first. But when you see the glimmer in his eyes and that fucking smirk—you knew he was serious.
You let him take your hand, interlocking his lean fingers with yours as he pushes you against his chest. You could smell his cologne, it was filling your head just like the butterflies were filling his stomach.
Who knew you looked even better up close? Who knew you looked so much better pressed against his chest with his hands around your waist? The music swayed you two together, your laughter almost louder than the tunes as you go with the flow.
It was like everything around you dissapeared. Like he couldn't look anywhere but your eyes. Satoru was lost in your smile. The way you looked back at him with young love in your eyes. He never wanted the moment to end. The feeling of your arms around his neck made him go mad.
"Never thought you'd be so good at dancing, Toru."
You giggled, one hand going from his neck to his sharp jawline, going over the smooth ivory skin untill you were cupping his cheek. Satoru was absolutely smitten
"I am the best, am I not?"
He'd tease, followed by that handsome laughter of his. The one that made you want to record it and play it over and over again whenever you were feeling upset. Satoru made you so happy, so young, so fulfilled.
"Never took you for the 'dancing in a cafe' type guy, though."
You'd tease, finger going over Satoru's cheek the same way his hand was going over your waist.
"I'm full of surprises."
He'd say with a low tone, like no one else was supposed to hear. It made the butterflies in your stomach even worse... or better?
After a great evening in the Cafe, filled with sweets, laughter and drinks, Satoru was taking you home to your recently bought appartment. Hand in hand as you walk under the streetlights. The walk to the appartment took about 10 minutes, but it was nice. You could hear the faint chatter of people in other bars, or standing on a balcony above. It was dark outside now, some stars escaping light pollution could be seen in the dark sky.
"You don't have to take my coat off, Toru. I can do it myself"
You'd giggle. As his hands gently take off your designer coat that he bought you last week and hanging it on the coat hanger in the hall of your appartment. He stayed silent. Only a smile of adoration on his face as he took off his own coat and shoes, his eyes focused on you the whole time. He couldn't get enough in the way you looked in that dress.
"You look so great tonight."
Satoru purred, wrapping two arms around your waist from behind. Resting his chin on top of yours, taking in the smell of your freshly washed hair. Savouring the feeling of your lovely body against his.
"Says youuu"
You said in a sing-song voice. A beaming smile on your face as you feel him press up against you from behind, the material of his clothes against your back, hell you could even feel his muscles through it.
You turn around, looking up at Satoru, his hands still on your wasit, inching lower and lower.
You both fell silent for a while, just looking into eachothers eyes like they held some secret, so mezmerised by the azure color and his smirk.
Satoru thought you looked absolutely ethereal. From the way your hair was styled to the way your hands were wraped so perfectly around his neck. Never did he think he could get so close to someone, never did he think that he, the strongest, was putty in your embrace. That all he ever wanted to do was hold you, keep you safe, feel your lips against his untill you both couldn't breathe.
And as if you could read his mind, you lips crashed togeteher, eyes fluttering close and the grip on you tightening. The kiss started off soft, loving, gentle. With your neck angled to really feel his soft lips, you could even feel him fighting back a smile.
"Mmh- So sweet."
Sartoru purred. He could still taste the red velvet cake as his tounge made its way into your mouth. He needed more.
You could feel your legs getting weak, Satoru noticing this, he places his hands on the plush of your ass and encourages you to jump up and wrap your legs around his hips. You do so, your brows furrowing as the kiss just got so much more intense than before. A new found love in the way his hands were on your body. You swore you could hear an ever so slight whimper slip out of his throat mid kiss.
"Bedroom?"
You'd mumble in half a breath and all Satoru could do was nod as he started making his way to the bedrom with you still in his arms. Flustered laughs coming out of your mouths as he closes the door lazily behind you and gently places you in the bed. Before hungirly ripping your glittery dress off.
A/N: WOOHOO i really hope you like it, im not the best at themes like this and got a lil too shy to make smut just yet, so let your imagination take over at the end..
Idk if it makes sense but could you do like Bakugo seeing us for the first time with our natrual hair (curly)?😀 Like we usually straighten it but for some reason we didn't do it and he's confused but also stunned lallalalalala
Don't you worry 'bout your curly hair
Bakugo x curlyhaired!reader
AAAA this is perfect! And as a girl with curly hair I absolutely stand for this idea.
Summary: Your straightener broke, so you're now forced to wear your natural curls... but Bakugo LOVES it.
You'd mumble to yourself as you stand infront of your mirror. Looking at the frizz MESS on your hair, a dumbfounded expression on your face.
The love of your life, your muse and the reason you hadn't shaved all of your hair off yet was broken. Your dear straightener was BROKEN. How does one manage to break a straightener? You don't know, but you can't exactly glue it back together.
And you couldn't scream about it because your boyfriend, Katsuki, was snoring away in dreamland in your bed only a couple feet away with blankets upside down and inside out. Great.
Admitting defeat you take a spray bottle of water and wet down the birds nest on your head, fighting back the urge to grab the nearest siccors and end the misery of having to style your curly hair.
Once your hair was wet enough you'd grab an old curl cream and rake it through your hair, it was sticky and gave you flashbacks of when you used to do this every day, but hey it smells good.
Scrunching your hair in sections and applying gel, hoping that it would at least look decent, took about 30 minutes. And miraculously, Bakugo didn't wake up. Even when you dropped your mousse and almost had a mental breakdown.
Looking yourself in the mirror after your routine, you had to admit... you did a pretty good job for not having done this for years.
But a quick look at the clock on your wall and you mind was set into panic mode again, class was starting in like 20 minutes and Bakugo was going to kill you for not waking him up now.
You quickly walk to your bed and shake the blond out of his sleep. Earning an annoyed groan from him and a furrow of his brows.
"Kats, wake up, school starts in 20..." You said carefully, bracing yourself for an angry boyfriend.
"WHAT? Why didn't you wake me-" Katsuki began but was soon silenced once his red eyes landed on you.
More specifically, your hair. The shiny curls going down your shoulders. The strangely good smell that came from your hair. Wait, didn't you have straight hair?
"Wait, what?" Was all he could say, a confused expression on his face as he narrows his eyes at you.
"What happened to your hair?" He asked uncertainly, was it a dream? Because you sure looked like one.
"My straightener broke—c'mon Katsuki we gotta go!" You'd hurry, dragging your boyfriend out of your warm bed.
The rest of that day Katsuki couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Why didn't he know this before? Why didn't he know you had the capacity to look like a greek godess? But of course, he had to act like nothing. He couldn't have his classmates know he was even more head over heels for you.
Authors note: Yay hope you like it!! It's kinda short but we need some curly hair appreciation here, I haven't seen like a single fic like this so I hope people like it! IF YOU HAVE CURLY HAIR PUT THE STRAIGHTENER DOWN.
(If you have straight hair this is absolutely no hate, you guys are stunning divas ily❤️🔥)
"Look at the way she looks at her..." Your friend whispered softly to her partner as they sat beside Nanami on the couch.
He was complelty lost in trance. Brown eyes glued to the nursery down the hall where you stood by a small crib. Holding a cooing newborn in your arms. A heart-warming smile on your face as the baby reaches up to you with grubby hands and makes a sound.
But he snaps out of it when you've placed back the bundle in the crib, carefully closing the door and quietly walking back to the livingroom area to sit down in the leather couch belonging to your friends. Who were still grinning at Nanami. His arm draped around your shoulder, Rubbing soft circles with his thumb on your shoulder.
"Did I miss something?" You'd ask curiously. Seeing that Nanami was avoiding theirs and your gaze as much as possible.
"Oh nothing, just Kento admiring you when he saw you with our daughter..." Your friend shrugged. You could hear Nanami sigh annoyance.
You turned your head to face him. Your husband had his brows furrowed and lips pressed together, was he flustered?! That was a rare sight.
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The evening continued calmly when you convinced your friends to let the subject go. After mutual goodbyes and see you laters you and Nanami were on your way home. Now, shutting the door behind you.
You took off your shoes, placing them on the shoe-rack as Nanami did the same. Taking off your designer coat and walking to the kitchen, Nanami following.
"Told you it would be fun!" You smiled as you reached for the teabags in the top counter. Nanami standing behind you, leaning back against the kitchen island of cold light marble. You heard a defeated chuckle from behind coming from him.
"Mhm...it was pleasant, I suppose." He replied gently as he watched you heat up some water.
"You were very good with that newborn, you knew exactly how to soothe it." Nanami began, earning a smile on your face while you took out some white porcelain teacups.
"You'd make a good mother." His words made you stop In your tracks for a moment. A mother? A family? That was something you'd never allow yourself to fantasise about. You were a jujutsu sorcerer. And with that, you could never promise coming home alive. Sure, you felt a ache in your stomach when you held that fussing child in your arms. But never did you think Nanami had the same mindset.
"What?" You turned around to face your husband now. Seeing his brown eyes look down at you, his handsome face looked softer than usual as he took a step forward. You took his hands in yours. Your fingers intertwined.
"Ken..what are you saying? You want to start a family?" The words that met your mouth sounded impossible. Impossible to someone who had only dreamt about this at night and suppressed the thoughts in daytime.
Nanamis hands squeezed yours, you could feel he was anxious. But there wasn't an ounce of doubt on your husbands face when he looked at you like that, his eyes filled with love when he looked down at you.
light commotion filled the livingroom of yours and Nanami's old friends. Well, more your friends. You had to convince Nanami to come with you in the first place, he's not much of a socializer.
"Oh I'm sorry about the baby" Your friend said. Her and her husband had just gotten a baby and it was rather loud, but you insisted on coming and celebrating the birth with your husband.
Just as your friend was about to stand up— grabbing onto the table you were all gathered at for support. You stand up, offering to go sooth the baby yourself. After some 'no, trust me, I don't mind' and 'are you sure? She can be difficult.' Your friend finally let you go sooth her daughter.
Nanami is still sitting by the table but he has a clear view to see you walk up to your friends daughter, scooping up the crying little bundle with gentle arms.
"Shh...shh...there there..."
You hush the baby in your arms. Gently rocking the crying little girl. Your eyes looking down at the tiny human wraped in a purple baby blanket with fluffy white hearts. Nanami watched you from the sofa as he sat around with your friends. they were still chatting among themselves and making conversation, sipping on drinks. But Nanami silently observed you.
Your friends has asked Nanami a question, he snapped out of trance and answered with the minimum amount of words while remaining polite, of course. But he couldn't help but glance over at you. Standing there in the dimly lit nursery, looking down at the little girl like you would with a cute kitten—no—like a mother.
He could feel his heart melt acompanied by a warm feeling in his chest. You were so gentle, so kind and just so sweet and caring. He could picture it... You holding a baby in your arms... His baby... His child...
Nanami gently sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as this thought entered his head. He never let himself fantasize about having children, let alone having a wife. Yet here you were, maybe it wasn't so impossible after all?
HII! This was my first ever fic. Very short and I actually have a storyline if I'd continue it but I want to post this one first, to see if anyone even likes it :'-)
ANYWAY! I love dad!Nanami fics so who knows, maybe I'll make a follow up on this one🤷♀️
