I have domestic Katsuki Bakugou on my mind right now, so leave me alone.
Pairing: katsuki x gn!reader
a/n: I'm pet sitting for a friend and they have the best set up on their coffee cart and it just got me thinking.
warnings: none :) just fluff from the best boy
Katsuki Bakugou takes pride in absolutely everything he does. Not only does that include his job, his relationship with you, the way he keeps his house clean… It also includes the little coffee corner he puts together after you wouldn't stop talking about it months after you moved in with him.
You showed him pinterest board after pinterest board of ideas and sure, they were cute, but not entirely up to his standards. And ‘what’s the point of having a cart if you’re not even gonna push it around?’ He’d ask you with a quirked brow and his arms crossed over his puffed out chest.
All you could do was look up at him with big eyes and your brows pinched together and tell him you just thought it was cute. His only response was to hold you by the waist and kiss your forehead before heading off to do whatever mundane task was on his list next.
However, weeks went by and while you were at work late, he had been putting a little project together. Just for you. And when you’re sleeping in one weekend, it gives him the perfect opportunity to move some things around in the kitchen and have the perfect surprise all ready.
In the corner of the kitchen, is a hand made cart. Crafted from old cedar wood with black iron accents. He even made a brand with your initials on it to stamp the wood right on the front so everyone knows you’re his.
He had spent all this time getting everything sent to Kirishima's house to make sure he kept it a surprise.
It’s got everything you (and he) could ever need. The newest espresso machine? He’s got all the pods you could want to taste. The fanciest fucking pore-over glass he could find? Absolutely. The best cold brew pitcher? He got that too. He even got the fancy frother to go with the espresso machine because he knows just how sweet you like your coffee sometimes. And when you’re not feeling a rich or sweet coffee, he got loose leaf tea to steep for you on a moment's notice.
And don’t even mention the most expensive coffee grinder for fresh ground every morning. He did a deep dive into all the reviews he could. Making sure it was quiet enough not to wake you up, quick enough to get the job done when he’s heading out the door for work… He’ll reason, ‘’The pre-ground shit doesn’t taste the same.” And he’s right, he almost always is right. Although, there are times where he’d reason you’re the one that’s always right.
Even if he didn’t understand it at first, the look on your face when you saw it was more than he could ever want. And even when it took you hours past the final set-up to roll out of bed to see it, he had a fresh cup waiting for you at the table.
Joining him in the morning’s for a fresh cup has become one of your favorite things. And with a cup in each of your hands and the other reaching across the table to hold onto each other, you’ll look at him and say: “You really are something, aren’t you?”
“But I’m your something, right?”
“Katsuki… you’re my everything.”
Even if it started before the coffee cart, it sure was another reason to fall in love with him all over again.
• little bird - hunter joel!!! my first dddne fic.
• refined taste - joel loves your breastmilk.
• somewhere only we know - hurt/comfort + smut.
Pedro Pascal:
• the day your heart stops yearning - you can’t stay away.
It’s so hard not to pick them all tbh cause this year has been absolute fucking fire with the fics I’ve posted. I’ve loved them all. So proud of myself.
All I Want For Christmas — Tamaki Amajiki x Reader
Hi this fic is a part of the Winter Wonderland Collab be sure to check it out! The masterlist is currently pinned or you can find it here and you can find the fics reblogged under the tag #winter wonderland collab. I hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 1.3k
Synopsis: You and your boyfriend have an annual tradition of enjoying the decorations on Christmas Eve, but this year Tamaki has a surprise
Warnings: none
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It was the way his cheeks were flushed red as snow dusted his hair that made you fall in love over and over again. You looked down at your hands, his pinky lightly wrapped around yours. Back when the two of you first started dating, Tamaki refused to hold hands with you to the point where you believed he didn’t really like you. It took a few weeks for you to confront him about it before he admitted he was insecure about his hands being sweaty and gross to you. Even after your constant reassurance that he could never disgust you, the two of you settled on linking pinkies. It was fitting too. Not overly touchy, but it served as a reminder that the other was still there.
The two of you strolled down the street, gazing at all the different decorations set out. It was Christmas Eve and it had become a tradition between the two of you to go for a walk right before midnight. The tradition started before the two of you were even dating. Back when you were just roommates, your flight home got cancelled due to inclimate weather leaving you alone. Tamaki had invited you to his parents’ house that night and he took you on a walk to show off his hometown. Looking back on it, that’s when you first noticed your newly developed feelings.
Years later you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else on this night.
No one else could make looking at pretty lights and laughing at ugly ones as fun as him. A small gasp left your mouth as you passed by a house whose front yard was filled with inflatables. You practically dragged Tamaki over to look at them, much to his surprise.
“Tamaki let’s take a picture with this one!” You begged, pointing out a familiar looking dog inflatable with a Santa hat on. He gave a sheepish smile as you faced your camera at the two of you. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before taking the picture, his face turning redder than it already was. You loved that red.
After an embarrassed whine from Tamaki, the two of you continued your stroll around town. Passing by a larger group of people, Tamaki dropped your pinky for a moment to wrap an arm around you. You let yourself fall into him, savoring the warmth he let off. With your head against his chest, you could hear his heartbeat through his coat. His steady breaths left small puffs of fog in the air. After you passed through the group you felt him pull away. Not wanting him to let go just yet, you gave his arm a small tug as if to say “stay.” A small smile formed on his lips and he wrapped both arms around you squeezing you tight.
And the two of you walked that way, you snuggled up in his arms, down the block. Just the two of you, blissfully unaware of the world. The world including a group of children throwing snowballs at each other. Unfortunately, this resulted in you getting smacked in the head with said snowball.
The children stared at you in fear, ready to get scolded. But you simply picked up a snowball and threw it in the direction the last one came from. This got you caught up in the fight and somehow, you and Tamaki got stuck on opposite sides to make it even. Tamaki was slightly nervous to hit you hard. On the other hand, you were out for blood. Though you weren’t particularly good, and the children made up for it, making sure both you and Tamaki got a fair share of snowballs launched at both of you.
After they were called inside for the night, you and Tamaki lost it over how you got entangled in that mess and decided it was time for you to head home too.
The two of you were still laughing at your soaked clothes as you stumbled into the apartment. The lights wrapped around your interior gave the room a warm glow and you wanted nothing more than to collapse in the living room with him. You gave him a quick peck under the mistletoe that hung at the doorway like you did whenever the two of you came home together, before offering to let him take a shower first, which he quickly denied.
“If I shower first, you have to open your present first,” you bargained, knowing that “argument” would be next. He quickly nodded his head yes and shooed you into the shower. You were surprised he agreed that fast but shook it off and hopped into the warm shower. Exiting, you put on your Christmas pajamas that Tamaki had a matching pair of. As you entered the kitchen, you were greeted with him heating apple cider on the stovetop. You leaned over and placed your head on his shoulder, watching him stir the pot.
“I can take over now if you want,” you offered, sliding your hand over his to grab the spoon. He gave you a soft peck on the forehead as a thank you before leaving you to shower himself. You poured the drink into two glasses and let it cool so it wouldn’t be too hot to drink by the time he got back. When he did arrive, it was in pajamas that matched your own; white reindeer running along dark blue fabric. He grabbed both glasses and took them to the coffee table while you grabbed a blanket to bundle up together under.
Every Christmas Eve, after the clock had gone past midnight, the two of you exchanged a single gift before going to bed. It was another tradition you had picked up after that first Christmas you spent with him. Although that year, you were both extremely unprepared leading to gifts that weren’t particularly appealing to either party but you both still kept. The ugly mug he had gotten you years ago still sat in your kitchen and he still wore the slightly funky-looking beanie that went with nothing he owns.
You let out a sigh of comfort as you sank into the couch, the heated blanket wrapped around the two of you. You pulled out your gift for him, eager to see his reaction. Staying true to his earlier promise, Tamaki unwrapped your present first. It was a simple gift that you had made for him, but that’s what you would often exchange on Christmas Eve, saving the grander presents for the next morning. His delicate fingers maneuvered through the wrapping paper to reveal a scarf you had knitted for him.
“I remember how you said your old one had gotten lost at the train station so I made you a new one,” you explained sheepishly. He put the gift down to engulf you in a hug.
“I love it,” he whispered softly in your ear before pulling away. He reached back down to pick the scarf up along with the gift he had for you.
The lights from the tree reflected off the silver wrapping paper, intriguing you as to what was inside. You carefully unwrapped the present trying to figure out what it was. The gift was rather small, so you assumed it was something along the lines of jewelry. Maybe a pair of earrings you had pointed out to him while shopping? Honestly, it didn’t really matter what it was to you. It was from Tamaki so you knew you’d love it regardless. You finally slid the wrapping paper off and stared down at the small velvet box. Your fingers delicately opened it. Tamaki shuffled next to you and you knew what it was before looking at it.
The box was slid from your hand and Tamaki sat on the floor down on one knee. You couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp as tears prickled from your eyes.
“I know it’s pretty selfish of me to ask for another gift on Christmas, but the best present would be you.”
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT ENTER. PWP. Oral (f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, consensual recording. Bokuto is the consent king. Doesn't matter how long you've been together.
a/n: I had this idea in the middle of the night and woke up to draft half of it. finally finished it so here you goooo :) enjoy! not proof read.
also. two posts in one day? who tf am I?
reblogs are always appreciated <3
Trying to balance dating a professional volleyball player with a full career of your own has always been a challenge. No matter how badly you wanted to be there at every single game, every international trip, it just wasn’t realistic.
You and Koutarou had been together since your third year of high school. You survived college together (despite the long distance), and after living together since he went pro, it was nearly impossible to get a good night's sleep whenever he was away for games.
And this time was no different. He had been gone for a 10 day trip overseas for one of the biggest tournaments of the year. Between your work schedule, his practice schedule, and the time difference… phone calls were scarce, texts were short lived and it was really starting to get to you. Sleeping in your giant bed without him was hard enough! The last thing you needed was for your schedules to be the farthest thing from compatible.
As the days went on, it got harder and harder. The side of his bed was so cold without his warm body next to you and it was beginning to be too much. Logically there was only one solution: get all the pillows in the house, your favorite sweatshirt of his, his cologne and cuddle up in bed to make due. And until he got back, this is how you slept.
You had practically built a barricade in the bed, pillows surrounding you in every direction and corner.
He wasn’t supposed to be back for another two days, but by some miracle he had gotten home early. Unbeknownst to you though… it was the middle of the night by the time he got back and what a surprise it was to see upon his arrival. Or at least it would have if you were awake to greet him.
You were snuggled up under the covers, leg hiked up over one pillow with your arms clinging to another for dear life. You’ve got his sweatshirt on and he can smell the fresh scent of his cologne from the door to your bedroom. It wasn’t enough for you to just spray it on the sweatshirt though, you had to put a few drops of it into the diffuser so the whole room would smell like him.
You must be so tired because you hadn’t even moved a muscle since he walked in. Quickly and quietly, he sets his bags down and changes into his comfy clothes to get some sleep with you finally in his arms again. Only when he goes to crawl into bed, there’s almost no room!
“Baby girl… you trying to replace me or something?” He asks as he brushes your hair out of your eyes and smoothes it behind your ear, followed by a tender kiss to your forehead. “There she is,” he smiles warmly at you when you finally start to open your eyes. “Kou? You’re home already?” You sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes with the heel of your hand.
He sits on the edge of the bed and nods his head, “One of the teams dropped out last minute so our games got cut back, we had already played each team twice… no sense in playing them a third, or at least that what coach thought–” he’s babbling and you smile at him, reaching out your arms finally happy and complete now that you’ve got your boyfriend back with you. “Sooo,” he draws out, “wanna tell me what’s going on with all the pillows? And why I can smell my cologne in the diffuser?” He asks with a soft chuckle and a bright smile. He’s not mad at all, not in the slightest. “Just missed you is all… had a hard time sleeping without you.” It’s actually really endearing you’d gone to such lengths to keep yourself comfortable while he was gone. And to be fair, he was no better. He slept with that polaroid of the two of you under his pillow, the one from after his first win as part of the MSBY Black Jackals. He had scored the winning spike and was so excited that he ran straight to you before the refs had even called the game. It’s such a fond memory of his and it's honestly what keeps him going. You are what keeps him going.
“Well, I’m here now, so… can I have my spot back, or am I still being substituted by a bunch of pillows?” He laughs as you throw the pillows off the bed, not caring if they fall to the ground or land against the wall. The only thing that matters is that you have him back. And that’s very clear once you throw your arms around his neck and climb into his lap. His hands settle on your hips as he finally gets to hold you and kiss you again after far too long.
“Missed you too– by the way–” He mumbles against your lips, in between kisses. All of a sudden, you aren’t so tired anymore, he can tell by the way you start to rock your hips in his lap and tug on the hairs at his nape. When he wore his hair down, it made grabbing and tugging at it so much easier, and if he’s being honest, it’s one of the reasons why he started doing it more often.
He moves the two of you back against the headboard, sitting upright with you still in his lap. “You don’t still need this do you?” He tugs on the strings of his hoodie, “now that I’m back?” You shake your head and smile before telling him: “take it off”, and who is he to deny anything you could ever want.
His lips find yours while his large, calloused hands travel up your hips to your waist, just wanting to feel you again before gathering the fabric and pushing it up and over your head. “There she is… my beautiful girl…” He places open mouthed kisses up your bare chest, between the valley of your breasts before giving some much needed attention to your tits. He rolls his tumb over one nippple while his mouth swirls around the other, sucking on it before popping off and moving to the other side.
“Missed your body– missed kissing you goodnight every night… missed fucking you to sleep on others…” He keeps mumbling between kisses while you grind against his lap. “Missed you too baby… tried to take care of myself, but it never feels as good as when you do it.” He snickers at that, “Poor baby, your fingers not long enough? Need me to take care’a you?” When you nod your head yes, he flips you on to your back, positioning himself right between your thighs.
Your fingers claw at his shirt, wanting him to match, it was only fair that way. He lets you pull it off, lowering his head to get it out of the hole and pulling one arm out before tossing the shirt on the ground, left to be forgotten about until morning. “Bet you taste so good… can I, baby? Can I taste you?” When you nod your head yes and push his head down further he stops, “Uh uh, gotta hear you say it… you know that.” He places a few kisses right above your collarbone, sucking a mark into the skin there while he waits for your consent. “Please Kou, want you to. I need it– need you so bad– please touch me…” It was more than enough to satisfy him. Hearing your cute little plea’s just to get him to touch you after your time apart.
“That’s a good girl– my good girl. Now, hips up for me–” He instructs as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slides them down your legs. Grinning at the silvery strands that connect to the fabric as he pulls them away. “So wet already… were you thinking about me before I got back?” He asks as he tugs his boxers down his thighs, not wanting to worry about them later. “Always think about you when you’re gone–” you whisper as you arch off the bed, longing for his touch.
“Yeah? Me too…” He lowers himself down onto the bed and kicks even more of the pillows off as he presses kisses to your inner thighs while he gets closer and closer to what he really wants– what he needs. “Spend so much time getting myself off to those naughty pictures you send… all the videos we’ve taken… Gettin’ me all worked up just thinking about them.” He licks a fat stripe through your folds and suckles on your clit, that smirk on his face growing wider as you twitch under his touch. “Why don’t we add to the collection, hm baby? Wanna take a video of how good I eat you out? Have something to remember me for the next time I’m away?”
You nod your head and quickly scramble to find your phone. If it weren’t for the face id, you’d certainly be struggling to enter or even remember your password right now. That chime of the camera sounds and the flash turns on, reflecting in his honeyed eyes as he devours you. It's obscene. The way his chin and corners of his mouth are already covered in your slick. Or the way his eyes have never left the camera. Gods what did you do to deserve a man that takes such good care of you?
That question lingers even longer when he kisses your thighs and spits right onto your pussy, only to bring two fingers to your cunt. “C’mon sweetheart, wanna hear you… don’t keep those cute noises all to yourself… wanna have this video too and watch it in the showers, or in my hotel room all alone and remember how good I made you feel.”
When you start to get louder, he works even harder. Giving you his tongue and his fingers at the same time. He’s curling them inside of you so perfectly and hits that spot over and over again until you’re coming undone within minutes. “That’s it baby girl– ride it out– use me, please…” He begs you and hums against your cunt when you start to rock your hips against his face. You’re trying your best to hold the camera steady while your other hand reaches to fist his hair, tugging him even closer while another orgasm builds.
“Kou– fuck… want your cock– please, need you after so long–” You beg and gods he can’t wait to replay this video over and over again, hearing you plead for him. “Anything for you– gimme the phone, sweetheart.” He removes his fingers, popping them in his mouth to wipe off the rest of your essence while he sits back on his haunches and takes the phone from you.
“Be a good girl and get on all fours for me…” When you do what he asks, he gives your ass a little love smack and uses your phone to get a good view of your pussy. It's so slick with his saliva and he’s sure it’ll make it even easier to slip right in.
Still, your boyfriend isn’t a small guy, so he spits right on the tip of his cock and pumps himself a few times. Of course making sure to record it for you later.
He's got the phone pointed straight down as he watches his cock push past that tight ring of muscle through the screen. “F-fuck…” he mutters breathlessly, and you’re not far behind with curses of your own. “Hnngh, baby… go slow… been a while…” “I know love, you’re doing so good for me, aren’t you?” When all you do is nod your head he stills his hips, “Aren’t you?” He asks again in a more firm tone, “Yes– doing good for you, only for you, Kou… please.”
Gods you really are such a good girl, his perfect baby. A few moments pass as he allows you to adjust, once you give him the okay, he draws back his hips and thrusts forward again. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes against the quiet walls of your shared bedroom and it’s music to his ears. Hearing that and hearing your cries of pleasure is all he could ever wish for.
“Can already feel you clenching around me… gonna cum?” he asks as he continues to piston his cock into you, when you babble on a string of ‘yes’s and ‘please let me cum’ he tosses the phone on the bed and reaches around to rub tight circles around your clit. Working you up until that second release hits and you’re gushing round his cock, making a mess on the sheets below.
“Fuck– squirting like that without a proper warning? Naughty girl…” He snickers as he picks up the pace even more, chasing that blissful high of his own. “Gonna cum, baby– gonna fill ya up nice and deep, yeah? Bet you missed this the most… missed my cum inside you, hm?”
“Yes– fuck– yes, missed your cum– please, kou– need t’feel it, please!” You beg so pretty for him and he wouldn’t dream of not giving you what you wanted so with one final warning, he lets you know he’s cumming and shortly after he’s painting your walls white.
He keeps thrusting, getting it as deep as he can until he’s given you everything he could hold before he collapses on top of you. Even with the video long forgotten about, the phone is still recording all the audio. He holds you close in his arms, pulling your leg over his hip with his cock still buried inside of you. “I love you, so much… you know that right?”
You rest your hand on his chest and nod, “Yes, Kou. I know, and I love you too. Just as much.”
He rubs soothing strokes along your backside and peppers your forehead with kisses until you’re closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep. He finds your phone as quietly as he can and flips the camera to face him, telling the camera one last time, ‘i love you’, before turning it off.
Being away from you while he’s away for tournaments may suck, but getting to come home to you like this makes it all worthwhile.
Winter Wonderland — A Festive BNHA Sanctuary Collab
Come celebrate this festive season with your favorite characters. Maybe you’ll enjoy your night baking cookies with a loved one or you can enjoy the rush of desperately trying to find the perfect gift. Whichever you choose we all wish you happy holidays!
All I Want For Christmas by @tay-is-writing — ❄️Read Here ❄️
Character: Tamaki Amajiki
Synopsis: It’s become a tradition for you and your boyfriend to go for a walk every Christmas Eve, but this year he has a special surprise.
Snowstorm Cookies by @bluewritesmha — ❄️Read Here ❄️
Character: Inasa Yoarashi
Synopsis: Baking Christmas cookies while stuck inside during a snow-storm
Give Me Glory, Or Give Me a Snowball to the Face by @smol-enby — ❄️Read Here ❄️
Character: Kaminari Denki
Synopsis: In the middle of winter, the best way to stay entertained in the middle of a patrol is to start a snowball fight.
The Helpful Elf by @what-the-censored-xd — ❄️Read Here ❄️
Character: Mirio Togata
Synopsis: The Hippity Hop Cat toy is the toy on every kid's wish list this year, including Eri's. With the toy flying off the shelves, you desperately ask Mirio, the Helpful Elf at Hazuki's Toyland, for help. And Mirio doesn't give up, especially when it comes to you.
Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by @sipsteainanxiety — ❄️Read Here ❄️
Character: Bakugou Katsuki
Synopsis: Being a pro hero meant Bakugou was almost never around, especially around Christmas. Was it too much for you to ask for him to be home, just this once?
To be with you (now and forever) by @dreamy-writings — ❄️Read Here ❄️
Character: Midoriya Izuku
Synopsis: Sick on Christmas Eve, you were upset and unable to go anywhere. Your boyfriend knew just what he had to do to cheer you up.
❄️❄️ Hi y’all I’m super sorry for the delay, but the fics are finally here! I tried to get this up as fast as possible but if any of the links are corrupt or don’t work please let me know so I can get it sorted out as soon as possible. Happy holidays and I hope you enjoy!!! ❄️❄️
Merry Christmas @dreamy-writings I hope you enjoy your secret santa fic! And happy holidays to the rest of you guys I hope you enjoy as well!
Word Count: 1.1k
Synopsis: Your friends are throwing a Christmas party with a secret Santa gift exchange, and your secret Santa gives you a very special present.
Warnings: Slight alcohol mention in passing
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Beep beep beep. A familiar text tone interrupted your shower jams. You pulled the curtain open and glanced down to see who the message was from, quickly replying when you saw the name.
Right friend.
Despite having a crush on the boy for months, you have made absolutely no effort to let him know. Your friends tried to assure you that he liked you back, but these were the same friends who are all single so you didn’t have much faith in their judgement.
Regardless of whether or not he liked you, the two of you were still close friends and you were content with that.
You finished your shower and got ready for the party as quick as possible. You had originally scheduled enough time to get there on time but this added stop was cutting it close.
You pulled up to Todoroki’s apartment complex with about 10 minutes to spare. You were probably going to be late but it wasn’t the end of the world. Opening his apartment door, you were greeted by a cheerful black cat.
“Hi Mochi,” you cooed, giving her a small scratch on the head. “I’m here to pick up a present from your dad.” You let out a small sigh as you spotted the gift on his kitchen counter. You were extremely excited to see him tonight but that seemed rather unlikely. Next to the box was a small note you assumed Todoroki had scribbled before leaving for work.
Hi Y/N
I’m super sorry for having you go through all the trouble to pick up this gift. Hopefully I’ll be able to make it to the party even if it’s late. Tell Mina I hope she enjoys her secret santa present. I was hoping to see you tonight but in the off chance I don’t, I hope you have a fun night.
-Todoroki
Another sigh left your mouth. God, why did he have to be so sweet? It’s like the man wanted you to be a constant pining mess. Stupid Shouto.
No tonight you weren’t even going to think of the man. All you needed to do was distract yourself. Stupid Shouto wasn’t even going to be there tonight.
You gave Mochi one last pet before heading out. Most of your friends were probably already at Momo’s by now. You sent a quick text to the group chat before putting your phone away. No cell phone distractions. Just you, your radio, and the road. The drive to Momo’s was normally four repeats of Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas is You but with your amazing driving skills speeding it only took 3.
You gave the door a small knock before opening it and were promptly greeted by Momo and Jirou wearing matching reindeer antlers and sweaters. Yes it was extremely cute and there was absolutely no way that you were jealous. Regardless of your envy, you gave them both hugs at the doorway.
“Finally!” you heard Mina screech from inside. She sprinted to the door and grabbed both your wrists, giving them a strong tug as she pulled you into the apartment. “Everyone has their present under the tree if you want to put yours there. Right now Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari are in the kitchen baking cookies, and Shinsou, Midoriya, and Uraraka are setting up games in the living room. Although you’re going to have to sit through The Polar Express on repeat because Iida refuses to let us watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation since it’s ‘inappropriate’ but after a few drinks he’ll probably change his mind.”
You laughed at Mina’s comments and took a seat at the barstools by the kitchen counter. Maybe it would be easier to distract yourself than you previously thought. The two of you chatted about classes and plans for Christmas Day and New Years Eve, and entertained yourself by listening to Bakugou bicker with Kaminari on whether or not those store-bought soft cookies were good. Eventually, the whole group was sitting in the living room as Momo beat everyone’s ass at Uno for the fifth time.
“Alright I’m sitting out this round,” you said leaning back to watch the rest of them play. Big mistake. Despite your previous sentiments about keeping your mind off of Todoroki, you couldn’t stop your thoughts from drifting towards him as “Hot Chocolate” played in the background. You considered texting him and asking if he knew when he was getting off. The coffee shop he worked at tended to close around 8 so he’d probably get here soon, right?
Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a hand being waved in your face.
“Helloooo? Earth to Y/N? Anything going on up there?” Kirishima’s had startled you, causing you to jump a bit in your seat. “You okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. I was just lost in my thoughts for a moment but it’s all good,” you replied with a wide smile. You noticed Kirishima looking past you for a moment but before you could turn around he spoke up.
“Hey! Do you mind helping me carry in my gift from my car?” You were slightly confused as to why he didn’t bring it in earlier, but nevertheless, you agreed. As the door closed behind you, you heard a large commotion inside, likely another match of Uno lost.
“This is what you needed help carrying in?” You questioned skeptically as he pulled a gift no bigger than a shoebox out of his trunk.
“Listen, I forgot to bring it in earlier and was embarrassed to get it by myself.” A small giggle escaped your lips as he tucked the gift under his arm and shut the trunk. “Now when we go back in pretend like it’s super heavy okay?”
How could you say no to that? You both held the present as you backed into the apartment like it was the heaviest gift in the world. You heard your name being called by Kaminari as soon as you set the gift down.
“Open yours first!”
“Already? I thought we were going to wait for Todoroki to get off work.”
“Didn’t you check the group chat? He’s not going to be able to make it tonight.”
You let out a soft oh, desperately trying to hide your disappointment. A small box was quickly shoved into your hands by Kaminari who was smiling like an idiot. Slightly nervous as to what would be under the wrapping paper, you took your time opening the gift. Inside the box was a small slip of paper which simply read “turn around.”
A smiling split-tone haired boy stood behind you on the couch, a ribbon tied into a bow around his neck. And above the two of you hung mistletoe, held by Uraraka.
“I guess this means we have to kiss,” he offered. You stood up and gave him a light peck on the lips, his soft lips caressing yours. And that split second was pure bliss.
“Kaminari didn’t have any money for a gift so I offered,” he whispered in your ear. “Although I think this was a present for me as well.”
This is a part of the Leaves in the Wind collab being run by @smol-enby
Word Count: 1.6k
Synopsis: You find out Tsukki has never been trick-or-treating before and are set on changing that.
Warnings: None
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“Alright, that movie was awful. Can we please watch an actual horror movie now. Or at least something remotely scary?”
“Halloweentown is scary! You’re just mean!” You let out a huff and pushed Tsukishima away from you. The two of you had been snuggled up on the couch watching Halloween movies since you finished your classes. Although now Tsukki was currently in the process of sliding off the couch after being pushed by you. Before tumbling down, he grabbed your waist, taking you with him. You let out a soft yelp as you fell onto him before bursting out into laughter.
You stared down at him as you caught your breath. The two of you were in a very suggestive position as you straddled him while he was lying on the floor. Tsukishima propped himself up, bringing his hand to the back of your head, pulling you further down towards him. As your lips slowly connected, you heard your boyfriend let out a soft hum of satisfaction. You took a deep breath in. Everything was him. He started getting more handsy, and you felt his long fingers caress under your shirt. But before it could escalate any further, the doorbell rang.
Tsukki let out a loud groan at the interruption. It had been a while since you and Tsukishima had been alone together. With school, work, and your conflicting schedules, you and your boyfriend had zero alone time together despite living in the same apartment. Even when you were home together, your two other roommates were typically there as well. As much as you loved them, it just got frustrating never being able to simply be alone with your boyfriend. You two savored every bit of time you spent together, even if it consisted of just sitting in the same room as you both worked on your individual tasks. Luckily tonight, your roommates were out at a party, leaving the two of you alone.
You pushed yourself off of your boyfriend and swung the apartment door open, a bowl of miscellaneous candy in your hand. It was a bit early for trick-or-treaters, but it wasn’t surprising to have a few young kids stop by at this time. You opened the door to reveal a little boy with fuzzy ears, a tail, and fangs. The wolf boy let out a small growl before smiling and yelling, “Trick-or-treat!” You feigned being frightened by the kid, calling for Tsukki to come save you.
“Don’t worry! I’m a nice wolf! If you give me candy, I promise not to eat you!” Seeing kids act cute like this gave you instant baby fever, and you were tempted to dump the entire bowl into his bag. Luckily, Tsukishima had gotten there in time to “save” you and gave the kid a handful of candy. He gave a quick thank you before dragging his parents to the next door over.
“I miss trick-or-treating,” you admitted as you slumped back down onto the couch. “Not even the candy aspect. I just liked getting dressed up and going to different houses and seeing all the decorations.”
Tsukki was standing behind the couch with the remote in his hand, flipping through different movies in the horror category instead of the “children’s spooky films.” “Is it really that much fun? It seems like a hassle to do all that.” You whipped your head around to face him after processing what he said.
“Kei, you’ve never been trick-or-treating before? Not even when you a baby?” You were in shock, to say the least. Everyone’s gone trick-or-treating, right? Sure, some people outgrow it earlier than others, but never?
“Not that I’m aware of. It just never interested me as a kid. Everyone in school would go in groups with each other, and I didn’t really have any friends.” Despite him sounding indifferent about it, you could feel your heart break at that statement. You knew Kei wasn’t a very social child; he still wasn’t all that outgoing now, but hearing those words come out of his mouth just felt awful. You quickly jumped off the couch.
“That’s it! We’ll go trick-or-treating now!” You turned to see his reaction and was greeted with a stone-cold glare that was saying no. “Come on, Tsukki! We can collect candy and donate it to a children’s hospital!”
“You’re just trying to get out of watching an actual horror movie.” Okay, so he was partially right, but you also really wanted to do this. You could help him fulfill his empty childhood and help others at the same time. It was like a triple win. You couldn’t just let this idea go.
“Pretty please? I just want to make special memories with you, and this will be super fun.” You had him hook, line and sinker with that. Despite how nonchalant he wishes to come off, Tsukishima Kei was a sucker for you and anything that would make you happy. “And I already know what we can dress up as!”
You still don’t really know how you did it. But somehow, you had Tsukishima dressed up in his dinosaur onesie you had gotten him for his birthday standing in the hallway of your apartment complex. His cheeks were flushed red in embarrassment You, on the other hand, were dressed up as Owen Grady from Jurassic Park, completed with a vest you borrowed from your roommate’s closet. It was safe to say that the two of you were the cutest couple ever.
Your first stop was your neighbor’s apartment. She was a sweet elderly lady and you figured Tsukishima would feel more comfortable there than with a complete stranger. Her door was decorated with cobwebs and there were lights lining it. When you knocked, you were greeted instantly by your neighbor dressed as a witch, even holding a broomstick in her free hand. You explained Tsukki’s situation to her, and told her about your plan to donate the candy you guys were collecting. Her face lit up instantly and she scooped a large handful of candy into the bag Tsukishima was awkwardly holding. After stopping by a few more apartments to let your boyfriend get comfortable, you made your way out of the complex and to the neighborhood that bordered it.
Some houses had a few cheesy decorations like light-up pumpkins or caution tape, while others were completely decked out. You came across a house that was entirely decorated like a pirate ship and the owner wouldn’t give Tsukki any candy until he asked in a pirate accent, much to your amusement. Another street down you saw that the entire street had gotten together to have a small block party. There was a popcorn machine and they were handing out cans of soda to trick-or-treaters. Although the two of you couldn’t donate any of that stuff, you still stopped by for some popcorn of your own. You took a few pics together in front of various houses, your favorite being the one of you kissing his cheek in the miniature haunted house.
It wasn’t until you stopped at a small home in a cul-de-sac that everything went wrong. They were all decorated and the porch light was on so you were good to go. You gave the door a small knock. The door opened and before you could give your speech about collecting candy for a donation you were interrupted by screaming.
“Why do you damned people have to ruin this holiday for everyone? This is supposed to be for children and you’re trying to take it from them and corrupt it! Get the fuck off of my property right now before I call the cops for trespassing.”
You couldn’t even get a good look at the woman as your eyes started watering right away. When you had started this you were expecting pushback from a few homes but nothing like this. You said a quick thank you before walking away, trying to keep tears down. Your grip on Tsukishima’s arm was tight, partially for comfort, partially to stop him from going back to yell at her. He knew right now it would be worse to turn around and fight with them so he let you pull him away.
When you got to the next street over you absolutely lost it. You let the hot tears run down your face. No sound came out of you, just silent tears in the middle of the road. Tsukishima quickly pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he patiently stroked your back until you calmed down.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t know why she got to me like that. I was more surprised that no one had said anything earlier. I just really wanted you to have fun tonight.” He cupped your face with his hands so you were looking into his eyes.
“I had so much fun tonight. You could make even the dullest tasks seem exciting. That’s just how you are. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that.” He placed a soft kiss on your temple and you melted into him. “Let’s head home, okay?”
The two of you walked hand-in-hand with a permanent smile stuck on your face. His thumb rested on top of yours caressing it slowly as you leaned against him.
“So,” he started as you neared the apartment, “are you ready to watch some real horror movies?”
Loosely based off of lesson 26-1 | Part of the Fair Dates Series
Word Count: 1.3k
Synopsis: Mammon drags you onto a Ferris wheel and you suddenly remember your fear of them
Warnings: Description of a mild panic attack
“Heh, heh, heh. Nice… We managed to lose that little brat.” Mammon’s snarky laugh made you smile as the ride attendant closed the door to the passenger car. You were leaned against him, hands still stuck together, not that either of you were complaining.
“Don’t be so mean to him. He’s just a little demon. He’s actually kinda cute.”
“Cute!? That tiny menace is far from cute!” He let out a huff and shook his head. The neon lights from the ride did well to distort the color of his face, but you still detected a hint of a blush dusted over his cheeks. Your free hand couldn’t help but find itself pinching one of them.
“Hey! What’d you do that for ya jerk!?” A soft laugh escaped your mouth. You began to assure him that he was, in fact, the cutest person you knew when the ride jerked, and you began your ascent. Everything around you began to shrink as the two of you got closer and closer to the top. At least, you assumed, but after getting a few feet above the loading deck your eyes went straight to your shoes, and your grip on Mammon’s hand tightened. Of course, the poor boy remained blissfully oblivious to the situation at hand. The white-haired demon was simply excited you were holding his hand tighter. That had to mean you liked him, right? It wasn’t until the Ferris wheel stopped again to load more people, and your car sat at the top, swinging back and forth that he realized something was up.
“Check it out, MC! What a great view of Devildom at night. Just look at those lights…” He glanced over to see your body hunched over, shivering. Your eyes wouldn’t leave the spot of dirt that rested near the tip of your shoe. “MC, are you okay?” You were not okay. Frankly, you were terrified. Ferris wheels scared the shit out of you; they were practically giant death traps disguised as an enjoyable ride for couples and children. And yet here you were, swaying at the very top of one. The car let out small squeaks as the hinges rubbed together. This was it. This was the end. Not wanting to come off as pathetic, you let your vision be clouded as you desperately tried to not spill tears. Despite your best attempts, hot tears flooded forth. Oh god, what you’d give to be in any other situation than this. Not only were you sobbing from riding something designed for infants, but you were doing it in front of Mammon too. He hadn’t said anything through all of this, probably regretting being stuck with you at the moment. As if being a simple human couldn’t be the worst thing about you. Your chest tightened through your meltdown, and your sobs turned into heavy wheezes. A heavy pressure pushed into your back, warm and comforting.
“Hey, hey, just breathe for me, okay? You’re okay, you’re with me. I won’t let anything happen to you, promise.” You finally separated your eyes from the floor and met Mammon’s instead. He held your gaze as his free hand made its way to cup your face, thumb sweetly wiping away leftover tears hanging onto your eyes. “Just keep your eyes on me for now, okay? I’ve got you, and I’m not letting you go.” His voice was soft, a stark contrast to his regular loud and brash self. He patiently waited for your breathing to steady before speaking again, simply rubbing your face with his thumb to keep your attention on him. “What happened?”
You hesitated before answering, as part of you didn’t know how to respond to the question. “I- uh,” you stuttered out. Great, now you were a blubbering mess to top it all off. You could feel your head pounding from trying not to cry again and knew that you had snot pouring out of your nose. Still, his golden eyes were locked on yours, his hand still squeezed yours tight, and his free one held your face like it was the most precious thing in the world. And then, a laugh escaped your mouth. Not a cute little giggle, but what could only be described as the ugliest cackle that could exist. So many different emotions crowded you at once, and you couldn't quite figure out how your laughter managed to help you cope with them. Through your fit of hysteria, you had failed to realize the ride had finally come to an end. Mammon gave your hand a small tug and helped you out of the car, and you still hadn’t stopped laughing. He eventually led you to a bench and convinced you to sit down and catch your breath. Once the last fit of giggles died down, the two of you sat in silence, observing the fair-goers around you. Little kids dragged their older siblings through the crowds to get to the next ride, couples tried their best to carry that giant stuffed animal they had just won, and friends gathered at tables sharing a box of overpriced fries.
“God, I’m so sorry for that mess of a ride.” You had finally gained enough courage to speak up and break the silence. “I’m just terrified of Ferris wheels, and I was so caught up in the moment, and by the time it finally hit me, we were already closed in. I didn’t want to ruin your fun since you seemed really excited about it, and I made you go on that rollercoaster, and I really thought I could do it….” You shifted your sight from the crowd to Mammon, trying to gauge his reaction. He shook his head and let out a sigh, something you took as a bad sign.
“Everything is so much more fun when you’re around. You’d be the last to ruin it. I was just excited because I finally got you all to myself, just how I want you. The Devildom is just boring without you, MC.” He looked into your eyes expectantly, eagerly awaiting your response. You thought about how Mammon was the first demon in Devildom you genuinely felt safe around, about all the time you spent together hiding from Lucifer in your room, about how empty you felt when you returned to the human realm, about how when Solomon suggested going back, the first person to pop into your mind was Mammon.
“I feel the same way about you, Mammon. I don’t care what we do, just being with you is enough.” The neon lights illuminated the mischievous glint in his eyes. A look you knew and loved far too well; however, you couldn't stand to part with.
“Why not just stay here? Don’t go back. No need to worry about comin’ up with an excuse. I’ll think one up for you.” The way his smile lit up talking to you like this, it was almost humorous seeing how one of the most powerful demons was bounded to you through his love. “So, what do ya say? Come on, MC… Lemme hear a ‘yes.’”
Your free hand slid through his hair to cup the back of his head, slowly drawing him into you. Quickly understanding your movements, Mammon wrapped his arm around your waist, helping the two of you connect faster. His eyes shut and lips parted before yours, and you did all you could to capture this image of pure devotion in your mind before it passed away. Your lips softly brushed against each other, a light tease before fully making contact. If you could taste only one thing for the rest of your life it would be Mammon’s lips as they melted into yours. This was where you were meant to be; pressed close to him, practically one and the same. You pulled away too soon for your own liking, the fuzzy feeling still dancing on your lips. You hadn’t done that since you had said goodbye to him, but this time meant that you weren’t going to be saying goodbye again.
