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Wears akellos oversized shirt while sleeping and just feeling his hands creeping up your side
Stealing his shirt and not wearing pants is maybe the fastest way to get some first thing in the morning!!! I encourage stealing in this case, all his clothes are comfy af.
valentine's day
you were scrolling through your facebook, it almost felt like you were going to be one with bakugou's bed, so comfy, so soft, so perfecto.
'oi,' katsuki said, as you looked at him, your eyes bulged to see him wearing an apron and holding a plate filled with your favorite food. he sat on the bed next to you, nudging the spoon next to your lips, asking for entrance to which you complied, chomping on the spoon,
'whash thish for?' you mumbled, nibbling on the spoon
'nothin', jus' felt like cookin' for you.' averting his eyes.
later on.
bakugou's face was buried in your chest, as you made little braids in his hair, making giggles here and there, his hair was extremely soft for his character.
'yer' so childish.' he said, furrowing his brows.
'oh please you love it.' you snickered.
he got off of your chest, getting the towel,
'where are you going?' you looked at him
'to the bathroom, what you wanna join me?' he smirked at you as he watched your face turn red.
'oh hardy-har-har-har.' you said, sticking your tongue out at him.
in the bathroom, bakugou was trying to recreate those little braids you had done earlier, regretting that he had taken them off before wetting his hair, in the bed you heard him screaming 'dammit' and all sorts of words, 'what is he doing in there-??' you thought.
later on after bakugou took a bath.
you both were watching 'Brooklyn Nine-Nine' on Netflix ,you were giggling at all the stupid jokes Peralta was throwing at Santiago then bakugou looked at you with a smirk, you turned to him with a confused look.
'what is i- EKH-' you got pushed flat onto the bed, as bakugou's vermillion eyes stared into the depths of your soul, katsuki restrained you with his hand, then he licked his lips.
'how about we make valentines a little less boring, eh?'
oh gosh.
started playing the amir route today and was joking around to myself by going "i wanna be your dog" (quoting a tumblr post but the best jokes come from truth i Do wanna be his dog) and then i got to the collar and leash line. and i. Was literally looking at a collar to buy for myself Today. so like idk i guess it's meant to be
it WAS meant to be!! Please you know Amir does nothing but spoil his dogs. He'd happily lead you around by a pretty leash and shower you with compliments and make sure to comment BLITHELY when you start getting flustered. Don't think he won't take that energy right into his bed too!
mori makes me so horny every time I think of him it's embarrassing. I'd be such an awful enabler I'd let the stinky man do anything
He's terrible but so slimey and so hot I honestly can't stand the perfect alchemical reaction he is. To me there's something about a goofy idiot completely immune to shame and acting like a doofus for your attention NEVERMIND the fact that he has banging tits and an ass that won't quit and is always ready to get naked. I think part of his charm is that its very hard to resist his "no strings attached best fuck of your life" kinda vibe tbh. I know i'd enable him way too much too.
Moo is alright to ask if you could give a preview of any of your WIPs ??? It's alright if you dont wanna !!
here you go anon
i know this is probably. a no no but. i must ask. i just started reading open tab not long ago and a question that i’ve been dying to ask. the fight between Miya and Daichi on the night before valentines. how did it go down. i wanted to know the fight scene like. yeah. if not it’s okay :) i love your work very much
“Of course, Koushi. I would love to meet you later tonight when Bartender-kun has fallen asleep.”
Miya held Daichi’s stare as he purred the line into his cell phone, reveling over the hilarious twitch that started ticking in that blood vessel in his forehead.
“I’ll fucking kill you,” he growled.
Miya grinned.
Haha so funny.
He could almost not even blame Sugawara that much for choosing Daichi over him at times like this. So entertaining… Miya loved to pick on him.
“Okay,” Sugawara said. “So I was wondering, just how in love with Kenjirou are you?”
Miya nearly let his smug smirk slip from his lips at the sudden question. That definitely wasn’t what he was expecting. The way he had asked it so confidently… had Miya confided in him recently about his newfound feelings and then forgot all about it?
No, he was sure it was still a safely (okay not that safely) guarded secret that only he knew about.
The fact that Sugawara was bringing it up, had called him specifically to ask this question… something had happened. Had he spoken with Shirabu? Did he tell him about the kiss?
It was fine. It wasn’t really something he felt the need to keep from anybody. He had already been completely and cruelly rejected by the first love of his life, so really at this point, he figured he had nothing to lose and hardly any pride worth hanging on to.
Still, Daichi was giving him a look, one that just dared him to keep talking, to keep pushing his buttons until there were none left to push.
And ahh he never could resist a good button pushing.
“Koushi…” He held Daichi’s eyes as he answered. “Asking me how big my cock is? You’re so impatient. Can’t you just wait until we meet up later?”
That blood vessel leapt again, and Daichi’s teeth were beginning to bare, his hands clenching into fists on the counter in front of him. And he had to know. He had to know that he was lying, pushing his buttons for fun, and that Sugawara wasn’t actually asking-
Actually… now that he thought about it…
Sugawara totally would, wouldn’t he?
“Alright,” Sugawara’s voice turned slightly breathless, and Miya could faintly hear the sounds of hurried footsteps, followed by a somewhat distant hum of an electric mixer. “On a scale of one to ten of how big your cock is, AKA how much you like Kenjirou, what number?”
Miya had to physically fight the urge to let his smirk go soft, like the feeling in his chest. He couldn’t allow his fondness for a certain badmouthed artist who definitely cut his bangs in the dark to show on his face when he was trying to convince a certain rum tipsy bartender that his equally badmouthed artist boyfriend was propositioning him for a good fucking.
“How would I rate it?” Miya hummed, keeping his expression cocky though his voice went low and tender. “Ten. Without a doubt.”
And ahaha, he had gotten so cheesy in his old age. Just who did he think he was? Trying to tread into Daichi’s territory, being disgustingly devoted and soft over a boy who could rip out his jugular with his teeth… he had definitely lost his touch.
He needed to do something quick, before he completely transformed into a full on candy ass like the bartender still steadily glaring at him over the counter.
“So come over to my place at around three a.m., alright? I want to test just how much of a pounding that sweet, tight ass can take—”
“That’s it!”
Daichi leapt up and vaulted over the counter, slamming into Miya’s chest.
They both flew backwards and to the floor, Miya’s phone clattering out of his hand and spinning across the bar.
Miya immediately shoved him off and Daichi rolled to his knees and faced him, expression twisted into a snarl. Miya’s pulse strained with excitement and he grinned as he struggled to his feet a mere second before they clashed once more.
“Get it Daichi!” Bokuto shouted from behind them and the others started cheering along.
“Left! Go left!” Konoha urged.
Miya and Daichi ignored the ruckus. They punched and juked around each other, shoving tables and chairs out of the way as their fight moved across the bar.
Miya managed to land a kick in Daichi’s ribs and he let out a grunt and grabbed him by the front of the shirt. Despite being taller than him, Miya was flung like wet laundry in the direction of the counter, knocking over a stool as his back slammed into it. He dropped to the floor and immediately pushed back up as Daichi charged after him.
“Watch out for the—”
Daichi’s fist connected with Miya’s chin and he slipped backwards on the counter, elbow coming down hard on an empty glass and shattering it. Glass bit into his underarm and he winced, teeth baring as pain shot through him and blood promptly dripped down to his wrist.
“Oh fuck that’s going to scar,” Matsukawa said with a tired sigh.
The anger disappeared from Daichi’s expression and he reached for Miya with a worried furrow to his brow, mouth opening.
“Fuck, are you-”
“WOO. NOW IT’S A FUCKING PARTY!”
Hanamaki yanked a large black glock from his bag, aimed it at the ceiling and popped off three shots, instantly drawing the fight and yelling to a hard end.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Then Matsukawa was pressing a towel over Miya’s arm, sopping up the blood, and Daichi was turning towards Hanamaki with a look.
A look.
The type of look that screamed, you better run, bitch.
The type of look that made lesser men shit their pants.
The type of look that had Miya thanking god he had had the good sense to get over Sugawara instead of fighting for him like he had momentarily thought about doing back before he had been fully rejected.
The type of look that had each and every one of the men sitting in the bar mentally running through the strenuous process of planning the funeral Hanamaki was going to be needing once Daichi was done with him.
“Did you just put bullets in my ceiling?” Daichi’s voice was barely above a whisper and colder than the dry ice Hanamaki would probably prefer to swallow to escape the punishment he was about to be dealt.
“In hindsight,” Hanamaki said, setting his gun gently down on the counter. “That might not have been the best way to express my glee.”
“What tipped you off?”
“The feeling of my balls retreating into my body the second you looked at me.”
“I’ll give you a one second head start.”
Hanamaki turned to flee but Daichi lunged after him, getting his arms around his waist and spinning in a circle just to release him and send him careening, screaming at the top of his lungs, into a table on the other side of the bar.
Daichi chased after him, grabbing a chair along the way, and a glass of liquor was placed in the hand of Miya’s uninjured arm.
“Nah,” Kuroo mumbled, grabbing his own drink and clinking it against his.
“Now it’s a party.”
