it depends on the day but sometimes it's a tap, or just a shove. if it irritates you or not, he won't stop unless you directly confront him.

he does it sparingly, however. only if he's passing by, not if he's coming towards you.

he just really dotes on your face slash head, though. he'll tap your forehead whenever you're not getting it, boop your nose with a shit-eating grin, grab your attention by poking the back of your head.

he'll rest his chin on the top of your head when he's tired ( preferring it over your shoulder most days ), kiss the top of your head whenever he's saying goodbye, place his hand on the top of your head and turn you to face him so he can kiss you.

you slowed to a stop before you even realized you'd stopped running. you pull out your earplug, standing across the street to watch him shamelessly. his abs were glistening, the perfect glow under the early morning sun. he was to die for, biceps bulging as he pushed around his lawnmower, wiping sweat from his forehead with an arm.

he'd lived next door for three months, and somehow the man only got better looking each time you saw him.

you blink, the corners of your lips quirking at the sight.

you’ve been trying to plot— or, better put, figure out ways to talk to your new neighbor. you had introduced yourself when he first moved in on his doorstep with a flirty smile, pink sundress, and homemade cookies that had actually come from sweet mrs. shuzenji two houses over. and there were other times... the friendly waves while checking your mail, a few conveniently timed conversations while watering your many roses.

but even still, he never really looked your way, instead focusing on his plumbing work and minding his own business. bless his heart.

most ladies would’ve taken the hint. however, you were a persistent woman. if you saw something you liked, you had to have it.

you inhale slowly, wiping sweat from your brow before jogging across the empty street.

katsuki looks up at the sight of you, pausing his work. you’ve pulled off your other earplug, your hand curling over the white fence as you idly twirl the headphone wire around your fingers.

“well good morning, katsuki.” you drawl, a flirty purr to your voice, eyeing the blond up and down. it’s disguised as playful, but to leave a man wondering if you'd meant to look at him like that.. when you’d really like to eat him up.

it’s one of your best tricks. subtle so that it doesn’t come off too headstrong, but intriguing enough to make the men want more. you like to do that a lot, up until when they decide playtimes over, and they need you.

he hums, resting his big arms atop the lawnmower with a small nod. “morning.” he rumbles, a little miffed at being interrupted, though his eyes flick down your figure for the briefest second.

“i was just out on my morning jog,” you say, still absentmindedly playing with your headphone wire. “you being out at this time is like fate.”

you could’ve done better than that. fate? but he takes the bait anyway.

“oh?” he gruffs, lifting a brow. he readjusts himself, leaning on only one arm instead and turning his body more toward you. he scoffs, “and how’s that?”

feisty. it makes you grin.

you like that about bakugou, he’s simple.he keeps to himself like some grumpy old man trapped inside the body of a stupidly gorgeous god. all broad shoulders, quiet stares, and thick muscles.

you shrug with a small hum, “you’re great eye candy.”

katsuki clears his throat, nodding like he doesn’t know how to reply. the tiniest hint of color dusts the tips of his ears before he looks away, pretending to inspect the lawn instead.

you laugh in that perfect pitch where no one could tell you’re putting on a show. you slip your earbuds back in. “sorry to bother you.” you croon, a smile on your lips like you don’t really mean it.

he shakes his head, “it’s fine. have a good day.”

there is a very specific, very strong emotion yuuji feels whenever you come home with your nails long. he admires the craft, of course. showers you with compliments about the design and the art, oohs and ahs at all the extra chrome and gems. his favorite times, however, are when you get them done after not having them for a while. that clumsy phase where you have to relearn how to pick up coins, undo your bra, hold your pens.

that's where he comes in.

he loves how helpless they make you, always cooing for him to come over, to be your helping hands. he brushes your hair, undoes the button of your jeans, fastens the tiny clasp of your necklace with careful fingers.

he loves watching you struggle, trying your hardest at whatever task is at hand and insisting you've got it. he lets you play it out, never straying too far from you for when you eventually call out for him, which you always do. he's grinning before he even rounds the corner.

it's never because he thinks you're incapable. if anything, he knows exactly how capable you are. he knows you'll get used to them in a few days. you'll stop dropping things, stop fumbling with buttons, stop reaching for him without thinking.

that's why he cherishes the in-between.

a/n: i need this lowk

smoking with mina’s roommate sero always left you flustered and your head in the clouds. tonight the three of you are sprawled on his bed, the blunt freshly dabbed out and your head in mina’s lap. she smoothes your hair back while sero softly hums with the music.

“how you feeling, pretty girl?” she giggles as you slowly blink up at her. 

“hot.” you smile. 

“why don’t we all get naked?” sero rolls onto his side to grin at the both of you. 

“you’re a freak hanta.” mina shoots him a glare. 

“she’s hot, babe.” he laughs. 

“don’t ‘babe’ me.” she pushes him onto his back. 

“oh no.. i hope no one takes advantage of me while i’m on my back.” he turns his head and looks at the both of you. 

“in your dreams.” you roll your eyes. 

“wanna know what’s in my dreams?” he rolls back over. “two of you making out sloppy style over my dick.” he gives a lopsided smile. 

“hanta!” you gasp. 

“you sounding like that when mina slides her fingers into that dripping pussy.” he nods. “god we could get you laid out on your back,” he nods. “mina licking and finger fucking you while i fuck her from the back.” he sweats tighten. “yeaaahhh that’s the shit right there.” 

“holy shit sero you’re an actual perv.” mina side eyes him and he catches the way her thighs squish. 

“and you’re thinking about it.” he smirks. “so.. have you girls ever kissed?” he wiggles his eyebrows. 

“wouldn’t you like to know.” you stick your tongue out at him. 

“mm, has mina ever played with your pussy? i ever get you girls so high and you lock yourselves in mina’s room and just.. go crazy?” he’s shameless. 

“hanta!” mina hisses. 

“what?” he laughs. “i’m just asking.” he lays back on the bed. 

“maybe.” you whisper, giggling when mina claps a hand over your mouth. 

“i knew it.” he rolls over and rests his head on your thigh. “what about.. mina holding you there while i lick this pretty pussy? hm? would you like that?” 

your heart thunders in your chest. “you can say no.” mina tilts your chin back to her. 

“i.. yes.” you nod quickly. 

“yeah?” mina purrs. “i’m gonna need something to play with while hanta’s eating.” her hands slide to squeeze your covered tits. 

you just nod, breathless, happy to let them both undress you and press their hands all over your body. your back hits mina’s chest and when her hands find your tits you feel sero’s breath between your thighs. your head falls back when sero presses a small kiss to your clit, he peppers some down the sides of your slit letting his tongue lick along your warm skin. 

sero’s hands snake around your hips and then he sucks your clit into his mouth. you arch against mina’s chest, moan falling from your lips as he flicks his tongue against you. mina rolls your nipples between her fingers, softly pinching as she starts to kiss your neck. 

“sero doing a good job already?” you feel her smile against your skin. 

“yes! he’s so- ahh!” she pinches down harder. “minaaa!” you roll your hips against sero’s face. 

sero is happy to let you grind against his face, licking down and pushing his tongue into your pussy, groaning at the taste of you flooding his mouth. he slowly tongue fucks you, pressing closer and letting his nose ground against your clit. one of your hands fists his hair and pulls him closer, the other gripping onto mina’s hand. she sinks her teeth into your neck and sero chuckles into you with your shutter and the vibrations send you over the edge. 

“fuck! i’m- nghh i’m cumming!” you squirm, legs snapping shut around sero’s head as he keeps going. 

sero licks you through it, slurping down all your juices before he pulls back with swollen lips. “been keeping this pussy all to yourself, mina?” his eyes narrow at her. 

“you’ll see how much harder she cums when i’m in between her thighs.” she grins. 

you whine, chest heaving as they start to pull their clothes off. mina arranges you on the pillows and slowly kisses down your body, peppering kisses all over your thighs, giggling when sero yanks her hips into the air. he slides his tip through her folds, groaning at the stickiness before slowly pushing in. 

“shit.” his eyes flutter shut. 

“can’t handle it?” mina looks back over her shoulder and presses her ass back, sucking him the rest of the way in. 

“chill.” sero’s fingers dig into her hips. 

“mina!” you gasp as her tongue licks through your slick. 

“mmm, sero left you a mess, naughty boy.” she starts fucking herself back onto him agonizingly slow while she sucks your clit into her mouth. 

your hands fly to your chest kneading and rolling your nipples when you feel her slide one finger into you. your lips part as she slowly fucks it into you, thighs shaking while she leisurely licks at your clit. sero groans, leaning over her so he can watch her ruin you. 

“how’s she feel around your finger?” sero pants. 

“like this.” he squeezes around him and he presses his forehead against her back. “sero couldn’t handle you babygirl.” she slides a second finger in. “this pussy’s mine, yeah?” 

“yes! nghhhh mina!!” your tummy twists when she starts pounding her fingers into you. 

she attaches back to your clit while sero starts humping against her again. he gets a hand underneath her and finds her clit, swirling with precision that makes her moan into you. your toes are curling as she fucks into harder, curling her fingers just how you like. sero’s panting watching the both of you and from the feel of mina squeezing around him. 

“shit you two are so hot.” he groans. “fuck babe you feel so good.” he rubs at her clit faster and she squeals into you. “yeah there you go.” 

all it takes is a third finger stretching you open and you’re cumming all over her mouth and fingers. she fucks you through each wave only pulling back her mouth when she falls apart around sero, moaning loudly as he keeps circling her clit. 

“just.. just a little more ma.” his hips frantically fall into her ass and with a low groan he fills her. the three of you pull apart and collapse onto the bed with heaving chests. “wanna smoke some more?” 

“yeah.” you and mina respond at the same time.

note: yes i HAD to include butt stuff. its a cow farm. you’re gonna find cows outside!!! also we’re so back oh gessss

You’re not really one to get on top, but tonight’s a special occasion. With Dean’s hands gripping your inner thighs and his mouth devouring your pussy, you have no choice but to sit up and take everything you possibly could.

He can’t breathe fresh oxygen when he’s here, his tongue buried between your folds and his teeth grazing your clit every chance he gets. Though, frankly, he’s exactly where he wants to be; when he’s beneath you like this, there’s nothing that makes him happier.

He breathes you in like it’s what he deserves, inhales the sweet, tangy scent of your dribbling cunt like it’s a flower. You gasp as he guides your hips to roll on his mouth, barely biting back a nervous giggle at the feeling of his stubble against your sensitive skin. The only time you stop holding in a breath is when he rips his head back to get air.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” He babbles. He’s breathless, thumb dipping between your folds and gliding through the soft, wet skin. Dean’s nose and lips are covered in your slick which he makes no effort to wipe off. “Can’t believe I get to suffocate under a pussy like this.”

“You-“ Barely managing to speak, you shudder out air. “You’re so dramatic.”

He looks up at you with his girlish green eyes and you watch as they crease when he grins. “I’m not.” His thumb comes back out and he slides his hands to your ass. He grips your ass hard enough to make you choke momentarily. “Give me some more, baby.” He rasps. “Put it all on me right now.”

Dean almost cums at the feeling of your weight back onto his face. He moans into your flesh and kisses your clit, bringing his tongue out to lick a thick stripe up and suckles your sensitive bud until you squirm above him. You reach to grab his hair and your breasts squeeze together uncomfortably, soft yet perked up nipples begging for the smallest amount of attention that, if he could see, would get devoured all the same.

You slide your knees outwards, toes gripping the sheets to the point they cramp in place. At your backside you can feel a single wet digit circle your asshole. He thumbs at your hole and slurps at your clit to distract you from any discomfort. One hand spreads open your asshole while the other’s thumb dips in until it’s at the knuckle.

Immediately your knees come inwards and knock against his head. The vibrations coming from his groaning immediately absorbs into your skin, your nails digging into his scalp at the rush. “Shit, Dean!” You moan, eyes squeezing shut. He flexes his thumb into you just to hear another sweet sound. Your eyes fill with tears at the pressure inside your ass. One single finger making every sensation more potent than the last.

You grind into his face, desperate to get that same rush from him that he immediately provides. He moans into you again and bites at your clit, twisting the nerves between his teeth gently before swirling it around his tongue and sucking on it like a lollipop.

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” You babble, raking your fingers through his hair. “M’gonna cum soon, so soon, so don’t stop! Fuck!”

Dean is very, very good at taking orders in times like these. When you tell him to keep going, he keeps going no matter what.

Slowly but surely he pumps his thumb in and out of you, timing it with the way he licks your cunt and buries his tongue so deep his nose brushes your skin. He can’t help but moan and shudder at the warmth of your body against his, toes curling and knees bending to plant his feet on the bed. His lips wrap around your clit one more time, tongue darting out like a frog to give it a little extra.

With the way he’s devouring you it makes you see stars. Your vision blurs for a moment and without realizing it you’re cumming all over him, hands reaching behind his head and pushing him into you so hard it knocks the air out of him for a moment. He breathes heavily and takes in every sensation: the feeling of your nails in his scalp, the taste of your cunt deep in his throat, the smell of your wetness covering him, the warmth around his finger inside your ass. Everything is absolutely perfect.

He pops his finger out gently, making sure you don’t notice it with glances at your scrunched face. You don’t think you’ve ever came so hard just from someone eating you out other than this very moment.

Dean grasps at your hips, gently lifting you enough to wiggle out from beneath you and sit up. “That was perfect, sweetheart.” He exhales, hand grabbing your arm. His strong fingers curl around your tired muscles. When he leans in to kiss you, you lean and give into it without a second thought.

He tastes just like you, his wet nose bumping into yours and his plush lips forcing your mouth open to bury his tongue inside the same way he did to your pussy. You grab at his chest, moaning softly at the wetness of his tongue and the overwhelming taste of your own cunt. He pulls away and grins at you, his free hand coming to brush hair away from your face and wipe saliva from your lips.

kisses make everything better ֔ 𓈒

🪽 . . .⠀⠀touya todoroki x fem!vampire quirk!reader 𓏵 childhood bestfriends to lovers ⸝⸝ touya’s childhood abuse is mention in the beginning ⸝⸝ smoking

you had been one of the few children touya was close to. he was there when your fangs had come in at just four years old, curiously leaning in as you showed them off. he had been there when you would run to the bathroom to drink blood from a juice box, sitting on the cold tiled floor with you—almost a daily occurrence.

you were heavily bullied for her quirk, being told you’d become a villain because of it. touya was one who had defended you, despite the punishments he received at home for using his fire to threaten other children. he would see you the following day, bruises just barely peaking from under clothes. you would kiss them softly.

“mama says kisses make everything better,” you’d say each time.

you faced the beginning of middle school together. you smoked their first cigarette together. way too young, definitely, but you both believed it would offer relief. he laughed when you coughed obnoxiously, then you laughed when he did just the same.

the day you found out about the fire from fuyumi, you broke into screaming sobs in her arms. those two girls sobbed in one another’s arms for hours, eyes swollen and shirts soaked with the other’s tears.

touya didn’t know that bit now. it had been, what, ten years? he glanced at the scars on his arms and bare torso. would you have kissed those, too? he wondered what you had become each day. you hadn’t become a hero, as you would’ve been in the news. for that, he was grateful. you were out of shigaraki’s radar.

you had stayed close to fuyumi, but you did not speak to natsuo and shoto as much. they only existed because touya hadn’t met endeavor’s expectations. you resented them just a bit for that. not enough to truly hate them, but seeing them left a bitter taste in her mouth.

one night, after swinging by the convenience store for a late snack, you were walking back to her apartment complex. as you walked, a man with his hood pulled high and his head low passed you, shoulder bumping hers. you stopped, whipping around at him.

“the fuck’s your problem?” you snapped.

the man slowed to a stop, glancing back at you. his eyes focused on you, as if assessing that dealing with you was worth his time.

as the streetlight caught in his eyes, you could have sworn you recognized them. vibrant teal, just a bit dulled by the misery forced upon them. touya—

no, no. impossible. he had died ten years ago in that fire. temperatures had reached so high that his bones had even been turned to ash.

when your lips parted in shock, his eyes caught the glint of your fangs that just peaked past your lips. he knew those anywhere. he had spent years looking at them with fascination as a child.

he turned again and began walking off, leaving you there under the streetlight. it couldn’t be you. you had always talked about leaving, you wouldn’t have stayed this long surely.

you stayed there until he was out of sight. your shoulders drooped, and you too continued walking. touya was dead, he had been for a decade. that man wasn’t him.

days later, in the rain, you were walking briskly past that same spot. that same man came your way, brushing your shoulder again.

you never believed in coincidences. your gut was telling her something, but you couldn’t place what. the idea of running made that gut feeling worse. you suddenly rushed to follow the man, catching his hood and pulling it back.

“hey, what the fuck—” the man began, turning sharply to face you.

your eyes blew wide. you had scene this man on the news, just briefly before changing the channel. dabi, is what the heroes had claimed his name was, but something told you that wasn’t true.

those eyes, they weren’t the eyes of a villain. they were the eyes of a boy you had grown up with, a boy you had loved dearly. a boy you had thought died a decade ago.

he too had stopped, eyes focused on your face. those eyes, those fangs, the slight crookedness of the left one, the slightly longer tip on the right that gave away that it was you.

rain poured down them on them both, as if it had intensified with the tension. your hand reached up carefully, nails manicured so perfectly, skin soft as silk. it cupped his face, brushing over that scarred purple flesh that covered his lower jaw.

he grabbed you suddenly, slamming his mouth to yours. he had waited years to do this, years to love you. you reciprocated, hands fisting the collar of his wet jacket as you moved your lips against his.

when touya pulled away, your mood shifted suddenly.

“what the hell?” you shouted, tears welling in your eyes.

“i—i thought you were dead! i thought you died in that fire—”

you were cut off by her own sob. you shoved him, water splashing up when his foot planted a pace back to catch himself.

“you left me! you fucking left me with those assholes! you promised you wouldn’t and you did!”

the rain was pouring upon them, hitting skin like tiny bullets. thunder boomed in the distance.

“if you wanted to leave that house you could’ve come to me, you didn’t have to leave me,” you cried bitterly.

touya reached out, pulling you into his chest. his hand held the back if your head, the other gripping the back of your jacket as you sobbed. he had regretted it almost immediately after leaving, but he had assumed you had known already—he feared going back.

“i hate you,” you insisted weakly.

“love you too, sweetheart.”

the bar was closer than her apartment, so he had brought you back there. you didn’t leave for a week. you wouldn’t leave him again. you stayed close beside him constantly, whether you were perched on his shoulder as a bat or laying half on top of him as a human.

when those blood cravings grew strong, he’d offer the juncture of his elbow for you to drink from. you were so gentle, pressing your teeth in quick to get it over with immediately, kissing the wounds when you pulled back.

“kisses make everything better,” you’d giggle, sliding into his arms after licking those remaining droplets from your lips.

爆豪と切島 ⸻ the heat of the moment × bakugō & kirishima

fem!reader threesome with firefighters!bakugō & kirishima after they come to your “ rescue ”

request summary. hello gorgeous human, u know that i adore u & everything u write <3333 i need firefighter kirishima and bakugo who flirt their way into a date with yn and then having nasty passionate possessive sex <33333

content. afab!reader, firefighters!au, oral (f!receiving), threesome (f/m/m), finger sucking, kiribaku being kinda bi, p in v, creampie, body worship, praise, cum eating, size kink, this is so filthy hehe ; wc. 3.5k

the whole situation was stupid, really. you burnt the fuck out of some cookies, the smoke alarm goes off, and everyone in your building has to evacuate, et cetera.

of course, the two lead firemen that respond to the call are the most gorgeous himbos that you’ve ever seen, and they’re teasing you about it, just happy that everyone was okay. so you invite them to dinner for their trouble, and to prove that you actually do know what you’re doing in the kitchen.

they looked sexy in their uniforms, and they’re even sexier now.

the blonde, katsuki, is dressed in an expensive-looking tee with the sleeves partially rolled up, showing off his biceps, tucked into loose-fitting ripped jeans and some designer belt that accentuates his slutty waist. the redhead, eijiro, is wearing a short-sleeved button down half open, his toned chest and collarbones on perfect display, and casual slacks that make his thick, muscular thighs look like sin. they’re both styled with chains and rings, and katsuki has earrings that he definitely was not wearing to work the other day.

you take one look at them and you’re FUCKED.

and its worse because they know how hot they are — as soon as you open your front door, every thought in your pretty little head evaporates and kiri is all beaming, fanged grins and bakugo is smug with a knowing glint in his sanguine eyes.

“oh, you look so pretty, babydoll,” kirishima immediately lays it on thick, taking it upon himself to place one of his big, sturdy hands on your door and opening it all the way so the two can slip inside.