All The Stars
Updated my complete masterlist finally.Enjoy loves!
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Late Night Snack
Too Hot 💋
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosimo Galluzzi
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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All The Stars
Updated my complete masterlist finally.Enjoy loves!
Bakugo:
Weak 💋
Late Night Snack
Too Hot 💋
On my hands and knees for you.
+ Close-ups of my fav details :DD💚💚
PLSS DO prompt 3 and 26 with Megumi 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
my favs yes. yes. yes. also threw in 53 :3 3: Drunk/Sloppy Kiss 26: Jealous Kiss 53: Against A Wall Kiss ___
megumi didn't get jealous, to make one thing perfectly clear. it was a silly insecurity that he had no business to feel. especially seeing as you weren't his to be jealous of. you were your own person, you could talk to, flirt with, hang out with whoever you so pleased.
what was he supposed to do? walk over to where you were talking to one of yuuji's friends, tell you that you weren't allowed to talk to him, and whisk you off to ensure that for the rest of the night, your attention would be on him and only him? that was pathetic. no, worse, that was toxic.
but from his spot on the couch, he could see clearly through the crowd of people at this lame house party that you actually seemed... happy. whoever this guy was, you seemed to be enjoying yourself. smiling, laughing, leaning in close to hear what he had to say when the music got a little too loud. he took a swig of his drink, barely even wincing as the bitter liquid went down. he wasn't normally a drinker, he usually only came to these things because you asked him too.
(yuuji and nobara did too, but it was only when you'd latch onto his arm and tell him how much fun he'd have. you'd give him your best pouting face and it was actually quite terrible but he was so amused by it and so enamored by you that he'd give into anything you asked)
and now here he was, with a nearly passed out yuuji on the sofa behind him, nobara was off dancing with a bunch of strangers, and you were chatting with this... guy.
"hey," megumi gently prodded the side of yuuji's head until the boy's eyes fluttered, displaying at least a little consciousness. "who's that guy?"
"heh?" yuuji squinted one eye open, keeping the other closed for some semblance of darkness to sleep through.
the party was in full swing, with flashing colors from the led strips all around the house, the music blasting was heavy in bass, and anyone talking had to holler to hear one another. and yet, yuuji cursed megumi for disturbing his rest.
"that guy," megumi repeats, nodding his head to where you were. "who is that?"
"talking to (y/n/n)?" yuuji rubbed the back of his head as he tried to focus his vision on you. "woah, she likes him, huh?" he let out a whistle as he watched the way your body language said more than he needed to know.
megumi's teeth grit as he glared back at his friend.
"that's todd. or tom. might be tom. thomas sounds right," yuuji struggled to put a name to the guy's face, and shrugs his shoulders. "think we had a couple classes together. don't remember him much. think he was nice though"
"you think he was nice?" megumi's brows furrow in displeasure. he casts another glance towards you.
this time, you catch his gaze, and you send him a beam as your eyes meet, but the moment is short lived, as you're turning back to todd or tom.
"i dunno," yuuji yawned, stretching his arms about his head as he settled back into the couch cushion. "(y/n/n's) fine though. so if you're so jealous, you should probably just do something about it"
" 's not like that" megumi mumbles, deciding to turn around and face forward on the sofa so he didn't have to watch you flirt and be flirted with any longer.
"i think it's kinda like that" yuuji's head rolls to it's side so he can give his friend a look.
megumi frowns, but doesn't say anything else on the matter. he'd like to go home now, but he can't ditch any of you. so he figures it's a night of pouting on this couch with only alcohol to soothe him.
yuuji's head falls to his shoulder, and his soft snoring is audible.
alcohol and yuuji, he corrects himself mentally.
before he can get too lost in his bitter thoughts, a pair of hands plant themselves on his shoulders from behind, and he tilts his head back to see none other than you leaning over the back of the couch, grinning down at him.
"want me to save you?" you tease, eyes flickering over to the sleeping yuuji.
megumi smiles at how you even look pretty when he's looking at you upside down.
"please" he replies, and you sound the couch, only to gab him by the arm and insist he follow you.
"good, cause i missed you. i wondered where you went" you told him as he carefully got up in the hopes of not waking up your sleeping friend. you both chuckle as yuuji seemingly has no issue staying asleep.
you have a drink in one hand and the other is wrapped around megumi's elbow in order to keep him close while you guide him through the crowded house.
"what was this party for again?" megumi asks, tossing his empty cup into a trash as you walked past. there were countless cups among the mess of the floors already, but he just couldn't bring himself to abandon his trash like that, even if he was intoxicated.
"i think it was someone's birthday," you ponder as you pull him into the kitchen so you can both make a fresh drink. "originally, anyways," you continue as you shovel ice into two cups. "but word got around it was at a big house, someone said they could get booze, and now here we are"
you loosely gesture to the crowded, trashed space around you. talk about crashing a party, megumi thinks. he can smell the tobacco and pot in the air, and judging by all the trash on the ground, whosever birthday it was, would surely have one hell of a morning tomorrow.
when he looks back at you, you hand him one of the cups with a sweet smile, before taking the other for yourself.
"are you having a good time?" you ask, leaning your back into the counter as you take a tentative sip of your drink. it might've been a little stronger than your last, but you could use some liquid courage.
"yeah, one friend passed out on me and the others ditched me to go find hookups" megumi replied honestly.
you gape at him in mock offense.
"i did not go looking for a hookup!" you argue, smacking your free hand against his chest. "what made you think that?"
"i dunno, probably that guy you were flirting with" he replies. he's smirking at you partially because a blush is starting to bloom across your cheeks, but his lip twitches with some other emotion you don't recognize on him.
"ted?" you laugh, and megumi's brow furrows.
"so you admit to flirting with him?" he asks, raising his cup to take a long drink.
"i admit to no such thing!" you laugh at him while you shake your head. "i was friends with his sister in grade school, he was telling me about how she's studying abroad in france right now," you explain, before raising a brow at him. "not that i owe you an explanation," you add, leaning in closer to him and tilting your head. "but if you're so jealous you must know, that is all we talked about"
"tch," the alcohol in his system was strong enough that it gave him the confidence to hold your stare. "so he was flirting with you then?"
you pause for a moment, unsure of what to tell him. truthfully? yeah, ted tried to lay some lines on you. did you respond to it? no, but he wasn't a creep, and you didn't really care.
"maybe" you shrug a shoulder, your eyes locked on his, trying to read the odd expression he wore.
megumi had never shown any signs of jealousy. he'd never said anything to you to make you think it would bother him if you were flirting with anyone. and you did find it a little funny, because he was so irritated and reserved all the time that you didn't think he could feel pesky things like jealousy.
but on the other hand... it excited you.
megumi was clearly annoyed that you were giving your attention to that guy, and whatever his reasoning was, it had your heart racing with anticipation to figure it out.
"but it's a party," you speak again. "a lot of people come here just to flirt and find a hookup"
"that so?" megumi raises a brow at you.
so with a puff of your chest and a bright smile, you nod back at him.
"it is," you confirm. "in fact i think i'll go chat with him some more" you declare, and megumi rolls his eyes, calling your bluff.
but sure enough you're heading off towards ted again, a saunter in your hips and a gleam in your eye as you approach him. megumi stands in the kitchen, his hand tense around his drink, keeping a watchful glare on the two of you.
he can't hear what's being said, but he can read body language pretty well. so once you're giggling and laying your hand on ted's arm, he's decided he's had enough of the little charade.
next thing he knows he's throwing back the rest of his drink and stalking over to the both of you.
upon his approach you give him a pretty smile, but ted completely pales as he watches the taller, angry looking boy come to stand behind you, his hand wrapping around your hip and pulling you into him in one fluid motion.
"megumi!" you cheer as though you hadn't seen him all night. your eyes hadn't left him since he'd approached you, but he didn't notice. his eyes were too focused on ted.
he bore no expression, but somehow it was worse than a nasty glare. ted winced at your new company.
"megumi, this is ted," you introduce, pretending to ignore the awkward tension that had just been created. "ted, megumi" you finish, gesturing between them.
"uh, hi-" ted sticks his hand out in an attempt to be polite, or maybe just to diffuse the tension, but megumi's pulling you away without a word, leaving the man standing alone with his hand still outstretched.
his stride is fast as he practically drags you alongside him. you're not sure where he's taking you, but you don't protest in the slightest as you follow along.
"well i thought he was nice" you remark, a coy smile curling on your lips.
"you're being ridiculous," megumi mutters, finally stopping you both in a hallway that wasn't as crowded as the rest of the house, so you could at least hear each other speak. "is that why you wanted me to come? so you could walk around and- and-"
"make you jealous?"
you lean back against the wall, folding your hands behind your back as you grin up at him.
"i'm not jealous" megumi rolls his eyes.
"you dragged me off like you were jealous" you shrug nonchalantly.
"well i wasn't"
"and if he gave me his number?" you tested, tilting your head at him challengingly. "would you still not be jealous?"
"he didn't" megumi replies as casually as he could.
"but if he had?" you ask, leaning on the tips of your toes to be closer to him, just to make your point. you watch as his eyes flicker between your own, then down to your lips, then back to your eyes.
he turns to look away, but just to his luck, there's ted, standing just across the room, and his eyes are perfectly glued to you. that is, until they see megumi's caught him red handed, and suddenly he's interested in the floorboards.
megumi scoffs, shaking his head, before looking back down to you.
you're still trying to be a tease, and he's about had enough of this whole party.
his hands are firm as he places them against the wall on either side of your head, leaning over you and caging you in quickly, just to make his point.
your eyes are wide now as you watch him, curious to see what he'd do next, your heart racing in your chest.
"he's still watching you," he mutters, lowly, and with more bitterness than you've ever heard him speak with before. your brows crinkle, starting to feel just a little bad for upsetting megumi this much.
you thought it'd be fun to mess with him just a little, maybe in the hopes of getting him to flirt with you a little bit, but you'd never imagined he'd react like this.
"you're here with me, and he's still got his eyes on you"
you offer him a small smile at his words, and then you're reaching out to him, your arms hanging loosely over his shoulders, before you bring your hands into his hair. your movements are slow as you begin to curl an unruly strand of hair around your fingers.
you draw closer to him, so close your nose almost collides with his, and your breathing is a little shaky against his lips before you speak.
"and i'm here with you" you repeat his words back to him softly.
megumi's eyes flicker between yours wildly, as this was completely new territory for the two of you. in a huff, he turns his head to see if your shadow is still lingering across the room, but you're quick to take hold of his chin between your thumb and forefinger, turning his attention back to you.
he licks his lips nervously.
once you're the center of his focus again, a small smile lifts on your lips, before you're tilting forward and capturing his lips in a soft kiss.
it's quick, over just as soon as it began, but it leaves him bewildered, wide eyed as you pull away and stand flat again. only a second passes before he's seizing forward to kiss you again, his hands coming off the wall to hold the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair as your lips meet his passionately, and a bit drunkenly.
you forget your surroundings completely as you pull him against you until your back is against the wall and he's completely pressed into you. still, you continue to tug and pull him closer as your lips map each other out sloppily. you're panting in between them, both of your hands flying about, wanting to touch and grab at every part of each other you could reach.
had you been sober, you would have been so embarrassed by this public display, but the thought doesn't even cross your mind. in fact, you hum in utter delight as megumi eventually wraps his hands under your thighs, and lifts you against the wall so that you were at an even height with him, making it easier to kiss you. ithe house may have been stuffy, but his body is hot against yours in a way you enjoy just a little too much.
"i didn't know you got so jealous," you sigh out while megumi unashamedly begins to kiss down the column of your throat. "we should-" you're cut off by your own lack of your breath as his mouth works delicately over the full explains of your throat. "we should go to parties more often"
"absolutely fucking not" megumi mutters into your skin, but he seems to relax again as you comb your hands into his hair, tilting his head back and admiring how swollen his lips look.
you smile at him lazily before you're drawn together like a magnet and your lips are crashing together again. your hands are moving so wildly through his hair it's somehow more messed up than normal, and you both delight in the feeling.
"oh shit," a familiar voice snaps you both out of your lust-blinded haze, and you release megumi's bottom lip from your teeth with an audible pop! as you both turn to see nobara standing (well, staggering) before you.
she let's out a giggle of amusement, her eyes crinkling and her grin drunken.
"i didn't know you guys were together?" her words are slurred, but she doesn't seem all that shocked, or weirded out to catch her friends furiously making out with each other.
"uh... surprise?" you say weakly, adjusting one of your legs around megumi's hip to get more comfortable.
nobara nods, and gives you wobbly thumbs up.
"yuuji's asleep on the lawn," she tells you the reason she'd come looking for you both. "i'm gettin' us water and snacks for the walk back. meet out there in ten?"
"uh," megumi blinks rapidly to try and clear his mind enough to understand the new information and plan. "yeah, yeah that's fine"
"a'ight, see you out there lovebirds" nobara clicks her tongue and then disappears in search of the sustenance.
you and megumi turn back to each other, frozen for a moment before breaking out into grins and laughter.
"so, ten more minutes?" you suggest.
"yep"
his grip under your legs tightens as your lips meet again, this time even more hurried than the last, since you had a passed out friend to carry home soon. ___
xoxo ~ jordie
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thinking abt casual fuck buddy!Ran who swears you're just a quick fuck every now and then but he still calls you baby in that sweet tone that always has you shimmying out of your panties for him. he likes to think there's nothing more to it but he knows he's lying to himself because strangers don't remember girls' favourite perfume or the day their favourite store is having a sale and then again, he doesn't regret buying you that necklace because he thinks it looks really good when you're on him.
fuck buddy!Ran who subconsciously drives to your place when he's hot and bothered and just can't stop thinking about you. he doesn't need to knock because he's got a key and that's reason #3 why he thinks there's just a little more to this and you think so too-- at least, you do when he's got your knees folded into your chest and you're moaning yes yes all for you- just you, Ran.
And he's got a little soft spot for you so he always fucks you slow, cock achingly hard as he rolls his hips into you. he keeps his hands on your hips, rubbing slow reassuring circles into your skin because he's gonna take care of you.
Ran who's a little rough when he's just got into a fight and he's yet again, walking into your room with a bulge in his pants. he fucks you up against your wall, blood-stained hands dragging you back and forth on his cock while he mumbles nonsense into your ear because he knows you like that. he's going "baby- you like that?", not because he cares..he just likes the way it rolls off his tongue. and when he feels your cunt clench around him and your arms fly to his neck, he finally lets his hands roam to find your clit and rub circles into it.
"C'mon baby, make a mess on my cock", he tells you but you're already too fucked out to process his words. "Ran- Ran," he hears you moan and now his hips are slowed, cock still hitting that spot that has you digging your nails into his shoulders but he doesn't mind because he's a bit sensitive himself: tip throbbing and leaky, ready to give himself to you. "you're so fucking wet," goes his groan and really your slick is running down his balls but he loves it- so messy, just for him.
He's the only one you're with so you're always slightly eager to feel his cock stretch you out and though he'll never admit it (because you two just aren't together like that), he's not fucking anyone else so he always gives it to you raw and hard, letting you feel his hot and throbbing cock as he fucks into the wetness of your cunt. "You feel that baby? 'S all for you, so hard just for you."
But no you're not dating
Late Night Walk
Ran Haitani ( 灰谷 蘭 ) x GN!reader ✧
Overthinking, Mutual feelings (?), Ran loves reader and is obvious about it, mostly reader who overthinks,
proofread: @spoiled-beans707
You knew he wanted you as much you wanted him. The kisses that left your skin marked with shades of purple linger on your skin, gifts and flowers delivered infront of your door to make up for small misunderstandings
These events happen in most friendships yet why is Ran's actions seemed to be laced with something
His texts about his day's shedule, texts asking to hang out, and sudden 'I love you' texts in the middle of night.
You don't know if he really meant those 'I love you's' or if it's just to rile you up and see how you would react.
You are not even sure if you should be with Ran considering the things he has done, being affiliated with gangs the whole part of his life, the tittle he holds that he wears mighty and high not feeling an ouch of shame when explaining on how him and his brother got it
Calloused hands that's always tainted with Crimson blood that didn't belong to him,
holds your hand gently that it almost made you believe he didn't have the strength to break every bone in your body
It was a night in the month of December, walking in an empty park since he suggested the both of you should stroll around town for a while before going to each others respective homes.
Leafless tree's decorated with LED lights with snow decorating the ground surrounded the two of you as the both of your continued to walk
"Come and be apart of my life forever" Ran stops walking still holding your hand causing you to stop in your tracks
He gently squeezes your hand as he looked at you as if you were the most perfect being in every universe that exist.
you give him a look as if he said the most stupid thing in the word
"You wouldn't want that" letting go of his hand, looking away from him starting to walk away
"Yes i do" He replies "Wouldn't you know why I said that?" he questions you following your pace and walking beside you but keeping space between the two of you
"Honestly, I don't want to know" you pause to swallow the lump forming in your throat "everything your sprouting out of your mouth is just a sudden thought you created and you want to solve by doing dumb solutions"
You stop walking and look back to him, he stopped as well just giving you his casual smile that didn't falter at your reply to his question
"How would you know?" He askes you once again raising a brow and putting his hands on his coats pockets. He moves closer to you and adjusts himself til he's infront of you
Giving you a small smile to reassure you he means what he said, and a small kiss to your cheek to back up that reassuring smile
( a/n: I finally found out jow to do that gradient on the text, my friend proofread half of it not the whole thing since I wanted to post again HEHE )
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[ 𝟐:𝟒𝟔 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 (𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘)
you hate mikey.
you’ve hated him ever since you were children, hated how everything seemed to always be about him. he’s everything you despise, really. he makes his own rules, he bends things to go his way, he’s immature and stubborn, and for some reason, he simply won’t leave you alone. his life and yours aren’t meant to mix, and you hate that he refuses to see it, that despite it all, you just can’t stop bumping into him at every corner.
and it stings him because he’s completely, utterly, and hopelessly in love with you. he’s noticed you from when he was way younger, and something about you is hard for him to shake. you seem like you’re fun, like you understand, like you’re gentle, like being loved by you is something special. and he wants it—he craves it.
and tonight, mikey waits for you outside your workplace as you finish the night shift, standing by his bike with a cocky smirk—if you look closely enough, however, you’ll see the hopeful glint in his eyes. he really wants today to be the day he wins you over, he’s waited years for this moment, and he doesn’t want to wait any longer.
“mikey.”
“hey,” he grins. “hop on, i’ll give you a ride home,” he gestures at his bike. peering at it with a scoff, you shake your head, glaring at him with crossed arms. his hair is down, not tied up in its usual half ponytail, and it frames his face well. you quickly avert your gaze to keep from staring.
“no, absolutely not,” you huff, turning to walk away, but his hand grabs your wrist swiftly and keeps you in place. it's warm, and despite the calluses, it’s almost comforting.
“it’s almost three in the morning,” he insists. “don’t be stubborn. and why’d you have to work the night shift, i hate when you do. it’s dangerous at this time, you know.” your gaze hardens, and you wrench your hand from his grasp.
mikey’s face falls ever so slightly—and it’s almost unnerving to you how you find yourself feeling the slightest twinge of guilt. you know he’s trouble, everything that makes him up is practically against your very nature, but somehow, it feels like the world keeps pushing you both together. his eyes stare into yours, and you can see every emotion he holds for you swirl in their depths, and you hate that he wants the same from you.
he’s far too dangerous to fall for.
“funny,” you sneer. “i don’t remember it being your business what time i work.” your voice is flat and your lips are pursed as you raise an eyebrow at him.
“well, i made it my business,” he counters. “now get on,” he motions at his bike once more. you simply stick your nose up and walk away, not making it far before he’s beside you on the road, riding his bike slowly to match your pace as he calls out to you. “come on!”
“no! i’m not getting on with you,” you say stubbornly. you can barely make out the defeated sigh, but it fills you with satisfaction. and just when you think you’ve shaken him—
“i’ll just follow you home to make sure you’re safe,” he shrugs. and he means it. he rides the whole way to your apartment beside you, uncaring of the stares he gets along the way. you almost wish you’d accepted the ride if it’d meant avoiding the humiliation. as you reach home, you turn to him with a scowl, hands on your hips as he waves cheekily at you.
“well, i’m home. will you leave me alone now—”
“how come you hate me?” he cuts you off. and mikey’s always wondered this question, always had hope that one day, the dynamic would finally change. but his eyes are dimmer as he looks at you, almost like he’s accepted his fate.
“i—what?”
“you’ve always hated me,” he mumbles glumly. “why?” pursing your lips, you exhale.
“oh, let’s see. maybe it’s because you do whatever you want without even caring about people around you, you’re immature, you always cause a scene, you pick fights, you’re loud and obnoxious,” you hold up a finger for each reason as you list them, not sparing him a glance as his lips curl into a smile. “you always rev your engine so loud, and i just hate everything you do. you’re an absolute pain in the—oh,” you’re cut off by his face leaning into to yours—when did he get so close?
“and here i thought i actually did something wrong,” he hums, amusement lacing his tone as he shakes his head. “i’ll swing by tomorrow for a date at seven, okay? be ready. oh, and—”
“were you not listening?” you scoff. “i hate you.” he simply chuckles, pulling you by the wrist until you’re flush against his chest, his breath fanning across your face as he presses his forehead to yours.
“i love you too,” he hums. “didn’t realize you paid so much attention to me.” his grin is cheeky when you go to shove him, catching your hand before you can.
“mikey!”
“yeah?” he smirks.
“you’re not…cut that out,” you snap when he starts rubbing your back with one hand, rocking you both gently from side to side. he, of course, doesn’t listen. “you’re just not good for me,”
“sure i am,” he breathes, lips still stretched into a cocky smile. “no one’ll ever touch you if i’m around.” and gently, he cups your cheek, making you stare at him with wide eyes as he admires your features. his gaze is always delicate when it falls on you, and suddenly, you avert your eyes to stare at the ground.
“quit staring,” you mutter.
“can’t,” he hums. “you’re pretty.” scowling, you try to pull away, but his grip tightens. “go on a date with me,” he says firmly. “you won’t regret it.”
and for some reason, after years and years of convincing yourself the boy in front of you was nothing but trouble, you’re suddenly spiked with the urge to cause it with him right by his side. and you can’t push the urge away, no matter how hard you try, the heat from his lips as they hover just above yours intoxicating.
“and what if i do regret it?” you challenge.
“i’ll leave you alone. but you won’t, i guarantee it.” and with a roll of your eyes, you sigh, nodding in defeat.
“big claims, but fine. but—” and you’re cut off by a wet kiss to your cheek, making you pause and turn to him bewildered, only to meet his excited grin.
“okay, great! see you then,” he nods happily, squeezing you in his arms before walking to his bike. he climbs on, winking at you over his shoulder as he calls, “don’t bring a jacket, i wanna see you in mine!” and you can’t help the small grin on your own lips as he drives off, shaking your head at his antics.
maybe hate is a strong word.
hello hello! love your writing the works are amazing! i was wondering how you think kazutora hanma mikey mitsuya and draken would react to being called baby boy? thank you for your time :)
𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: ryuguji ken, sano manjiro, hanemiya kazutora, hanma shuji, mitsuya takashi
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: dis be such a cute prompt :,)
✿ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 lays on his back, head on your stomach as he plays a video game while you scroll through your phone on his bed. glancing down, you stare with a smile at the serene expression on his face. it’s your first time at the brothel, and you could feel the tenseness radiating from him as he guided you to his room. but he seems content now, mind eased as it became apparent you didn’t care about his upbringing. reaching over, you cup his cheek, making him glance at you with a raised brow. “kenny, i love you, baby boy. thank you for trusting me,” you whisper, scattering soft pecks to his face, the pad of your thumb tenderly stroking over his cheek. breath hitching, he stares at you with wide eyes, pooled with emotion at how carefully you loved him. “i…yeah,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, “yeah, i love you too.”
✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 stares ahead, arms crossed over his chest and face scrunched unhappily as you sigh, reaching out to poke his cheek. he dodges your touch, lips curling into a deeper frown, and you can tell this time around, a little bit of attention isn’t going to fix things. this time, he’s actually bothered. “mikey,” you drawl, “c’mon babe, don’t be like that.” he doesn’t budge, shifting so his back faces you. “go talk to the others, since you seem to like them so much,” he huffs, but there’s a lace of insecurity in his voice. with a soft smile, you hug his back, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you kiss it gently. “aww, but i like you most. i love you, baby boy,” you coo, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers. and he freezes, letting out a shaky breath when you turn your head and press a sweet kiss to his jaw. “promise?” humming, you nod, letting him face you, encompassing him in your arms and showing him he’s enough.
「BNHA Boys reacting to you not being able to reach something in the kitchen」
⤷ Bakugou
arms folded and an amused smile tugging on his lips, he leans side-ways against door frame as he watches you struggle to reach the shelf because he finds it cute. “need help, darling?” he asks teasingly, grinning wider at your annoyed huff before he finally walks towards you and grabs it for you.
⤷ Deku
he’s passing by the kitchen when he sees you trying to reach something in the upper cabinets. he takes just a while to watch the cute sight with an a fond smile then quietly comes up behind you, one hand placed on your waist while the other effortlessly reaches up for the shelf. “here,” he says, handing you the glassware, then leaves a small kiss on top of your head.
[ 𝟏𝟎:𝟏𝟒 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎
another college! au bc why not
you stumble into mikey during emma’s twenty first birthday, and it’s been years since you’ve seen your best friend’s brother—what with all of you going to different colleges and all—but he looks just as good as you remember him. and as his arm curls around you to keep you from falling back, you feel all the little schoolgirl crush feelings you thought you’d resolved come flooding back in an instant.
“y/n!” he smiles. “it’s been a while, how are you?” smiling softly, you look anywhere but him.
you remember all the times emma had urged you to confess your feelings for mikey, all the times she’d purposely left you alone in the room with him every time you’d been over and she’d gotten the chance, all the times he’d tagged along to pester her and you’d secretly gotten excited.
and he’s certainly not off limits, your very scheming best friend has proven that time and time again, but he’s certainly out of reach.
sano manjiro was just too good to be yours.
“oh, hi,” you say quietly. “i’m good, just trying to keep myself from dropping out. you know, the usual.” he chuckles, nodding. and his arm, you notice, is still wrapped around your waist.
“you kids stay in school,” he teases. “or you won’t be able to be like me,” he grins, pointing to himself.
“you’re only a year older than me,” you raise a brow.
“well, i still graduated before you.” you notice a few familiar faces in the back—most you recognize as his friends, and for a moment, you’re back to being a kid. suddenly you’re a nervous middle schooler again, too intimidated by the group of boys emma dragged you around with constantly, too shy to even look half of them in the eyes.
“you haven’t changed,” you roll your eyes, chuckling at the way he’s still the same adorably insufferable mikey from back in the day. mikey beams, leaning in closer.
“yeah?”
“yeah,” you chuckle. “how’re your brothers? i haven’t spoken to either in a while. i heard izana—”
“yeah, they’re fine,” he cuts you off, mood suddenly turned sour. his arm unlatches its grip around you and he shifts to take a step back, a small scowl on his face as he doesn’t meet your eye. “they’re both fine.”
“oh…” you nod.
“so emma wasn’t lying,” he mutters under his breath, making you tilt your head in confusion.
“pardon?”
“never mind,” he shakes his head. mikey doesn’t understand what his brother’s got that he doesn’t, but he’s always tried to do the most to look cool in front of you. from revving his bike to walking around shirtless as often as he could, mikey’s tried his best to capture your attention.
yet somehow, izana’s always the one you’d talked to during dinners, or the one you’d asked to help you open something, or the one you’d cracked a joke with here and there, and mikey simply can’t understand why his brother was so alluring and he wasn’t.
and when emma had grumbled about how she didn’t ‘understand what y/n sees in my dumb brother,’ the brother in question seemed obvious, much to mikey’s dismay.
“oh…uh, okay—”
“so you still have a thing for him, huh?” mikey narrows his eyes at you. doing a double take, you stammer as he stares at you questioningly.
“h-huh? have a thing…? wait, for who?”
“izana,” he grumbles. “you’re still into him, huh? what a loyal admirer he’s got,” mikey scowls. you stare at him gobsmacked.
“what? izana? why would i be into him?” mikey stares at you incredulously before his eyes shift into realization…and then horror.
“wait…you’re into shinichiro?”
“what? have you gone insane? he’s like a decade older than me!” you both stare at each other like the other’s kicked a puppy before realization strikes mikey once more. and suddenly, he’s grinning widely, a small chuckle bubbling from his lips as he realizes how wrong he’d gotten it all these years.
him. it’s him.
“aww, y/n,” he pokes your cheek, pinching it delicately. you swat his hand away, confused at his sudden mood swings. “why didn’t you tell me you had a little crush on me?” sputtering, you recoil, narrowing your eyes at him. panic starts to set in as your heart beats rapidly.
“who told you that?” he smirks, and you resist the urge to smack him.
“so it’s true, huh?” he wriggles his eyebrows. mikey certainly hasn’t changed one bit.
“no. whoever told you was lying. you’re weird and annoying and rude and stupid and you never left us alone—”
“that’s a shame,” he sighs dramatically. “emma said you were into her ‘dumb brother’ so i assumed it was actually the dumb one. didn’t realize she meant me. she obviously doesn’t know what dumb means.”
“i don’t really think it’s her that’s confused—”
“anyway, we could’ve been a cute couple all these years. guess we’ll have to make up for lost time,” he leans in close, and you can smell the cologne he’s wearing and the shampoo he uses as his hair falls in between your faces. you fight the urge to push it back from his forehead.
“wait, what? what do you mean couple—”
“i’ll pick you up at six tomorrow for a date, okay? emma will text you the details.” he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek before pulling away and making his way over back to his friends.
and as you stand shocked in your place, it hits you that mikey, the boy you’d been crushing on since middle school, just asked you—though he didn’t really leave you with an option—on a date.
your cheek tingles from where his lips had been a moment ago, and a small, giddy smile breaks over your face.
old drawings part 5
this is the last
▻ 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄...𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓?
Pairing. Kazutora, Mitsuya x Fem!Reader (Separately)
Rating. NSFW/ Explicit
CW/TW. Enemies to Lovers, Blowjob, Shoe Humping, Pet Names (ex. Sweetheart, Pretty), Best Friends to Lovers, Minor Manga Spoilers (But there’s little context), Super Soft, Mild Hurt/ Comfort, Praise
AN. Hi! This is a repost because I lost all of my stories on my old account. Any likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated, thank you:)
M. List
𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 |
You loved your receptionist job for Toman Ink.
The hours were flexible with your classes, and Draken was a pretty cool boss, not to mention that you got along with all of the other tattoo artists there.
Well, all of them except for Kazutora.
You never quite understood why he didn’t like you—if maybe you’d said something that rubbed him the wrong way. The only problem with this theory was that you could count the number of times you’d actually talked to him on one hand, and none of these times could have been enough to offend him.
Unless he didn’t like getting booked by high-paying clients, which didn’t sound right because the other guys in the shop never passed up the opportunity to make a decent amount of cash on any given day.
Still, he would grunt instead of replying to you or walk by the reception desk when he came in every morning without actually acknowledging your existence. Eventually, you gave up being nice and started regarding him with the same amount of opposition—although you more or less ignored him.
It was just super unfortunate that you were having a really good day, and Kenny decided to ruin it by telling you he had to step out of the shop for a few hours, leaving you alone with Kazutora.
THEM BEING STEPDADS
characters: baji, mikey, mitsuya, ran, sanzu, shinichiro
content: fem!reader, sorry for errors
part one : part two
I have this theory that the reason why Barbatos' and MC's relationship is so slow burn in the main story is because Barb already knows what's going to happen. He can see the future, he knows that inevitably he's joining MC's harem, so he's just enjoying the little things in their interactions. The other characters are so thirsty and possessive/kinda selfish over MC because they're human and they're scared of their mortality. But maybe Barbatos is already at peace with that. He probably knew he was going to fall in love with MC since the exchange program was being planned, so he's had plenty of time to just accept it and grieve before even meeting them
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I agree!! I always thought Barbatos knows he loves MC / is going to love MC and just..accepts it.
He doesn't mind if he isn't selected as their lover or not, he knows there's at least one timeline out there where the two of them are together. He's okay with it if this timeline isn't one of them. As long as there is at least one future with you he doesn't mind. Sure, he isn't the lucky Barbatos from that timeline but that won't stop him from watching them intently and dreaming about the "What if"
He knows Diavolo loves you. It'd be selfish for him to make moves on you. He's just a humble butler, you could have any other suitor. Barbatos has been dedicated to the young master since he was a child. He wouldn't throw that away for a human.
The only way the human could be with Barbatos is if they made a point to select him as his lover. I can't see him making any passes at MC. He'll never do it.
Even if he can't have you, there's always your next life. He will wait as long as it takes, he sees no point in rushing this. Good things come to those who wait. There's a lesson where he gets hit with a spell that makes him be affectionate with MC and call them his darling and he fucking apologizes. On the surface it's a "Sorry I didn't ask for your consent." But maybe he was apologizing because he knew the timing was right/ he knew you were going to be unobtainable in this timeline.
It's gotta suck for Barbatos on lesson 16. Especially if he knows he's going to fall in love with MC. Knowing his beloved is about to die and he can't save them without breaking time and space? My dumb heart, owie!
Barbatos has always been the most mature to me. I respect and fear him. He's a breath of fresh air, I don't know how Barbatos fans survive given how little he is appreciated.
This is a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, but I like to imagine Barbatos and his lover living hundreds of lives together. That or a God like MC that has lived just as long as he has and they've been together for thousands of years, they have an off again on again relationship. Not because they fight or hate each other but just because life gets in the way. He and his lover will spend hundreds of years together being completely inseparable and then they'll go thousands of years without seeing each other before they see each other again and they go right back to doting on each other as if no time has passed. Neither of them have taken on new lovers while they were split. They only need each other.
Ahh, it's just so sweet. The concept of them being able to have completely separate lives and still being able to love and trust each other despite everything just makes my brain go brrr. I have a habit of listening to sappy love songs and imagining this scenario T^T
For Tuna
Summary:Grim does some interviews to find the perfect sugar dad for him you gn!reader x all boys in one way or another.
A/N:I haven't unpacked my tag list yet, so hopefully this is everyone!
"Grim, we can't afford the bougie tuna. Put it back."
You'd missed it before when you were loading your basket at Sam's shop, but Grim had snuck in the expensive tuna. Now you were at the counter, trying to hide your embarrassment as you told Grim to put it back. Sam gave you a sympathetic smile, but still. You didn't need to add his pity to your plate of worries.
"Prefect, don't worry about it. I can take care of it."
You jumped. You hadn't realized Ruggie had lined up behind you with his own basket full of stuff.
"Yeah! Let Ruggie-"
"I couldn't do that, Ruggie, but thanks for the offer."
Ruggie grinned, "oh please, it's on Leona. He said I could get whatever I want as long as I come back with his energy drinks."
You made an unconvinced face, and Ruggie gave a playful wink.
"Trust me, your tuna won't even make a dent in his wallet. I could pay for your entire load, and still be able to pay off my student loans. In fact," he slapped down Leona's wallet, "Sam, add Y/N's groceries to mine, I'll take care of it."
Before you could protest further, Sam was ringing you both up.
And then Grim got an idea. A terribly, wonderful, awful idea.
"There, all settled. Plus now you can afford to fix your windows this month, or…." He looked at the cash in your hand, "well you can fix one window at least. And don't feel too bad for Leona. Eat the rich and what not," Ruggie patted your back comfortingly then left with his groceries.
"C'mon Grimmy, let's go," you said with a heavy sigh.
"Actually, I have something to do, Henchhuman. You go on home, I'll see ya later."
"Okay, but if you need me…."
"I'll be okay! Geeze you get so anxious without the great Grim. It's embarrassing."
You rolled your eyes and left. You would be so proud of him once he had finished though. He was excited already.
Heartslaybul Dorm….
"Mr. Rosehearts. Thank you for meeting with me."
Grim primly took out his pen and began to scribble on a clipboard.
"I didn't meet with you. You barged into my office," Riddle said, his arms crossed along his chest.
"I think you will find this meeting beneficial. It pertains to Y/N L/N."
Riddle relaxed a little, and raised a single curious eyebrow.
"You see, It has come to my attention, that Y/N and I do not have the funds to live comfortably. In fact, Y/N is practically starving to death! It has also come to my attention that you harbor some feelings for the prefect, and are in possession of a great deal of funds. Now," Grim dramatically looked up at Riddle, who's face was a shade of dark red. "How do you intend to provide for Y/N?"
Riddle opened his mouth, and Grim prepared himself for the worst, but…
"Wait, Y/N's on the market?!?!!"
Grim turned over his shoulder just in time to see Cater run in, tea tray in hand.
"He's only taking applications from rich people."
"Not a concern, housewarden!" Cater cleared his throat. "Hi, I'm Cater Diamond, and my dad is a banker."
"Oh!" Grim made a note on his paper. Riddle stood up abruptly.
"You only talk to your family on holidays, I wouldn't call that a solid source of income-"
"Yes but I'm a people pleaser, so I'll probably follow in his footsteps. So I will also have a banker's salary."
Riddle turned to Grim in a panic.
"I'm going to be a doctor!"
"Oh!" Scribble scribble.
"Oh please!" Cater rolled his eyes before conspiratorially leaning into Grim. "We both know Riddle. He'll work long shifts, day in and day out, and he'll never come home. Meaning poor Y/N will be trapped in a lonely loveless marriage. Meanwhile, I'll work my nine to five, and be home in time to gift you tuna, and keep Y/N warm at night."
"You think Grim cares about that?" Riddle shoved Cater out of the way. "I'll make time for Y/N. Plus my salary will provide double the tuna for you."
"What's all the yelling about?" Trey entered the room, followed by Ace and Deuce.
"Don't look at them, those three are poor as fuck. I mean a baker? Blech, disgusting," Cater apologetically smiled at Trey. "No offense."
"What?" Trey said, feeling more confused than he ever had been.
Grim clicked his pen closed.
"Thank you for your time. I have more interviews to conduct, but I will be in contact if you get through to the second round."
He scampered out of the room as Riddle and Cater nodded after him.
Savannaclaw Dorm….
Grim sat at the foot of Leona's bed as he tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"How can I provide for Y/N, huh? You mean the little demonstration Ruggie gave this morning wasn't enough?"
Grim tapped the pen impatiently against the clipboard.
"Mr. Kingscholar, it is important that you participate fully, or I will remove you from the list entirely."
Leona groaned.
"I receive a….certain amount of, shall we say, an allowance."
"And how much can I expect from that? I have a lot of people to interview. Please don't waste my time."
Leona looked over at Ruggie, who was folding laundry, then gestured Grim closer, before whispering a number into his ear.
Grim gasped, then hastily scribbled something onto his clipboard.
"We will be in contact with you when the second round of interviews begins." Grim stood up and hopped off the bed.
"Ruggie," Leona snapped, "Ensure my future relative makes it out of here safely. Let no one stop you."
Ruggie nodded in understanding as he escorted a proud looking Grim out.
Once they were halfway through the dorm, Ruggie began to speak.
"Leona has promised me a job with an excellent salary once I graduate. Just sayin."
"Won't he just take back the job if he finds out you're competing with him?"
Ruggie rolled his eyes, "Nevermind."
Jack left his room, and noticed the two of them, and began to walk towards them.
"Jack will make you get a job if you pick him," Ruggie whispered hastily. Grim hissed and sprinted the rest of the way out of the dorm.
"What's wrong with Grim?" Jack asked.
"Shi hi hi who knows?"
As Grim made his way to his second location, he was picked up by the scruff of his neck.
"Hey! What's the big idea?!?!?"
"Aw little sealie you're so cute!"
Grim stiffened.
"Fu fu fu," Jade laughed next to him. "our boss would like to have a word with you."
Grim gulped.
Octavinelle Dorm….
"Thank you for agreeing to see me," Azul said smugly.
"I didn't. Your scary twins picked me up and dragged me here."
"You see," Azul pushed his glasses up his nose, expertly ignoring Grim, "We got word that you were interviewing potential candidates for Y/N's future husband. I prepared some charts for you."
Azul pulled out several charts. Grim understood exactly zero of them. But he nodded thoughtfully and pretended to make a note on his clipboard.
"As you can see, my income is projected to continually go up until retirement. Plus my assets will continue to be of value, and my investments will be bringing in money for many years to come. I can safely say, money is no object. Plus, I am an excellent cook. You will never have to eat poor person's tuna ever again."
Grim made a real note this time just as the twins roughly turned his chair around.
"Now that Azul has had his turn, we would like to give our pitch," Jade said with an eerie grin.
"You see, our parents run a certain…. organization," Floyd and Jade shared a grin before turning to Grim again. "Jade and I are the sole inheritors of this empire when they pass. Just keep that in mind."
"Also, people who oppose this organization have a tendency to, shall we say, disappear."
Grim shivered as he made a skull and crossbones picture on his clipboard.
"Awesome. Great. I'll be taking Grim now…."
"Sea Snake!" Floyd shouted, wrapping his arms around Jamil, who had silently snuck into the room.
"Let go," Jamil hissed, wriggling away from Floyd. "Give me the cat."
"Aw, but we were playing with him…."
"It's alright Floyd. I think the three of us have made our point quite clear," Jade hummed, before the octotrio shared a laugh.
Jamil rolled his eyes before carefully picking up Grim.
Scarabia Dorm….
"Look, Kalim isn't going to brag for himself so I thought I'd bring you here and remind you that this entire dorm was funded by his family. And he will be inheriting said funds."
Grim nodded and made a note.
"What about you? I mean, I already know you aren't getting picked cause, well, " Grim pointedly looked him up and down. "But the other broke losers have tried to participate."
Jamil leaned down and gave a dark smile.
"I don't need money to win over Y/N," eyes flashing red as he spoke.
"Monsieur Fuzzball!"
Grim and Jamil both groaned. It only took two seconds for him to be scooped up by the hunter.
"Non, non, do not struggle. I only wish to prove myself as a proper caretaker!"
Pomefiore Dorm…
Grim had never been so pampered, well fed, and relaxed in his entire life. Rook had provided snacks galore, given Grim the full on spa treatment, brushed out his fur, and was now massaging his sore kitty back.
"Monsieur Fuzzball, doesn't this feel wonderful?"
Grim nodded as Rook continued his massage.
"Just think, you could have this everyday!"
Grim groaned happily as Rook hit a tough knot.
Suddenly, Rook's voice was directly in his ear.
"All you have to do is give me the Trickster."
In that moment, Grim knew he would sell you for this life without a second thought.
But before he could do that…
"For heaven's sake I told you to find Epel, not this rodent!"
Rook immediately stopped the massage, to turn to his Queen.
"Roi du poison! I was simply-"
"Spare me," Vil snapped, before handing a struggling Epel over to Rook. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card, gracefully handing it to Grim between two fingers.
"I believe you are aware of my financial situation, but should you have questions, you can reach my manager on that card."
Then he left the room with a flourish, and the lingering scent of apple blossoms.
"You know I am willing to share the trickster with you," Rook whispered to Vil in the hallway.
"Ew," Epel groaned.
"As if I'd ever share," Vil smirked.
Outside the Ignihyde Dorm…
Ortho stood next to the tablet, holding Grin up so he could see what it said.
"So as you can see from my bank account," Idia's voice said from the tablet, "Money is not and never will be an issue."
"It all looks good," Grim muttered as he made a note, "but I have to say it's a red flag that you couldn't come here in person…"
"Hey! Big brother is just busy with his experiment!"
"Yeah, exactly, thank you Ortho, for being the only one who appreciates genius. In fact this conversation is over. If he doesn't get it, then that's his loss. Ditch the noob, Ortho!" And the tablet floated back into the dorm.
Ortho gently set Grim down. "Look, big brother gets nervous around the prefect, that's all. But I think they'd make a great couple."
He gently patted Grim's head, then floated back in. Grim sighed, made a note about how Idia was a package deal, then continued to the final dorm.
Diasomnia Dorm…
"Small kitten, I am to be king of a country. Not only that, but I have spent centuries curating my hoard. Our nest will be always warm, and my perfect child of man will want for nothing," Malleus finished with a smug grin, as he leaned back in his throne. Then he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Now you three can make your offers, or whatever."
"Me next! Me next!" Lilia said, cradling Grim like a baby. "I'm not as young as I look, and am on the best of terms with the queen and future king. I also have a great fortune built up! Kay, who's next?"
Silver timidly raised his hand.
"I just want to say, what about what Y/N wants? What if Y/N doesn't like any of us? What if Y/N doesn't even want to get married in the end? Or maybe they'll be just as happy with or without money?"
There was a long pause. Then…
"Silver's father is loaded and will do anything to see his children married and happy!"
"Fa-Lilia!" Silver hid his face in his hands in embarrassment.
"Same with Sebek. And his dad's a dentist!"
For once Sebek had nothing to say.
"Excellent, this looks very promising for you four," Grim nodded scribbling his final notes, "Now to-"
"GRIM!"
Uh oh. He turned around and saw you storming in.
"Child of man!"
"Save it Mal Mal! I'm here for my rat," You scooped up Grim, placing him under your arm as you left the room.
"When will we hear about the second round of interviews?" Lilia giggled.
You answered by flipping them the middle finger without looking back.
The Hallway….
"What the hell, Grim? I'm not for sale!"
"I'm not selling you! I'm just trying to get you provided for!"
"Please! This is about tuna and you know it!"
"Who even told you?"
"Jack called me about an-"
"Ah! Prefect!"
You and Grim groaned as you heard Crowley call to you both.
"Yes, headmage?" You asked through gritted teeth. You turned and saw Crewel was with him….wearing a bigger coat than normal.
"That coat looks so soft," Grim muttered.
"Yeah," you whispered back. "Wait, headmage, what do you need?"
"I heard your current allowance is no longer sufficient," he gently traced your jawline, settling below your chin, tapping up against it thoughtfully. "How does a little extra sound?"
You nodded dumbly.
"Good good, I'm too generous, I know," he hummed and walked off.
Before Crewel followed him, he smirked and patted the top of your head.
"Good pup."
He stalked off. You stood frozen for a moment. Grim smirked up at you.
"You know, they look like they…."
"You keep that thought to yourself, Grim."
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Leona: Where the hell is Ruggie?
-At Ramshackle-
Chef!Yuu: (spoon feeding Ruggie) Do you want some more roast, my dear?
Ruggie:(lovesick and stuffed)
❤꧁ღ⊱♥ Yes ♥⊱ღ꧂❤
lazy afternoons before patrol