sweet nothings

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——————— It should come as no surprise that Odasaku is a gentle lover. He handles you as if you’re made of porcelain, but even though his calloused hands are clement, his touches feel oddly desperate, like he can’t keep his fingers off of you no matter how calm and collected he might seem. Sakunosuke is very into body worship when it comes to you and exclusively you, and he never misses a chance to admire and love every inch of your beautiful body. His lips greedily kiss every sensitive patch of skin, lapping up your sweat and your tears as he listens to your cute little gasps. He’s just a little bit sadistic, and loves your teary eyes, but only if you’re crying because you’re overwhelmed or embarrassed (tears of pain are a huge NO).

Sakunosuke likes to give, and sex with you is more about making you cum until you can’t tell left from right than just getting him off. Of course seeing you squirm and moan makes him cum too, so it’s a win-win situation. He’s used to being the dominant one, but he’d let you top him if it makes you happy. Just know that while he enjoys a rough ride because you acting stern and demanding is damn sexy, if you were to… copy him and crank up the gentleness, maybe kiss his cock cutely while you coo praises and sweet nothings looking directly into his eyes, Odasaku will lose his mind. He’s not used to being so thoroughly loved, and despite his sudden nervousness he’s gonna cum so hard into your mouth it will startle him; he’ll probably be at a loss for words and oddly flustered afterwards, quickly flipping you over and caging you under him as he tries to compose himself. “Alright, playtime is over.” He’d mumble, sweat coating his forehead, trying to take control of the situation by dizzying you with kisses and slipping his fingers inside you.

He likes to slowly push you over the edge, staring intently at your melty expression with clouded eyes as his breaths turn heavy. You’re the most beautiful person in the world, he’d think, losing himself in your scent and your voice as he works his magic on your most sensitive place. If he’s feeling frisky, he might make you beg before he grants you release, his voice dropping into a warm, sultry whisper as he teases you, “…Hey, I can’t reach the spot you like if you close your legs, now can I? Come on, spread them out properly for me… That’s right, you’re so cute. When I touch you here, your entire body shivers…”

His fingers are long and bony, and they can play you like a damn piano. Odasaku can reach places inside of you that you can’t touch with your own hand and he counts it as one of his blessings; not only are his fingers important because he wants to be a writer, but also because they’re the perfect length for your tight, inviting warmth. It’s kind of scary that those hands that hold yours so lovingly can also wreck you so thoroughly.

I’m repeating myself here, but Odasaku is a giving partner. Be it by fingering or by going down on you, if you’re a girl and you can handle it he will make you cum a few times before entering you; if you’re a boy he will make sure you’re ready for him just as well, going above and beyond to ensure that you’re comfortable and ready for him. That’s why he prefers to take his time with sex; he’s not opposed to quickies (you’re the one that will have to initiate them, but Sakunosuke would never deny you), but he likes slow, ‘let me show you how much you mean to me’ sex better.

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The orange lanterns painted an otherworldly picture against the inky blue of the night, the sound of their gentle swaying drawn out by the scraping of wooden sandals against stone and the playful shouting of the vendors at their food stalls.

Kirishima had his nose up, his dark blue kimono leaving an open strip of tanned skin down his collarbones and chest. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, but no stars to count either; only two small, luminescent dots, one white and one blue, hovered close to each other as if seeking comfort from loneliness. He suddenly wanted to see you, so much so that he had to sink his nails into his palms to keep from sprinting past the crowd and the stalls in a desperate search for you. So much so that he was about to burst out of his skin.

Restless, he lowered his eyes back to the sea of people in front of him. So many smiles and yet none of them was as beautiful as yours. What color would your yukata be? Should he buy you a gift while he waits? Damn, he wanted to see you…

“Dude, are you okay?” Kaminari’s voice cut into his thoughts, shattering the pretty, angelic, pure mental image of you Eijiro was drooling over. Kirishima shot his friend an awkward smile, reaching up to run a hand through his spiky hair.

“Yeah! I’m good! I’m doing just great!” He forced out a laugh, a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead as Kaminari raised an eyebrow. Realizing how pathetic his attempt at playing it cool had sounded, Kirishima watched helplessly as his friend’s face contorted into a knowing smirk.

“Ah, I get it. Can’t wait to see the wife, eh?”

Red Riot almost choked on his saliva, his face heating up until it was the same exact color as his hair. Being the shameless imp that he was, Denki had taken to calling you ‘Kirishima’s wife’ ever since the two of you had started dating, which was not only incredibly embarrassing, but also a pain in the ass to keep it a secret from you. More often than not, Eijiro would have to quickly cover your ears, sputtering something ambiguous and flushing a bright scarlet while Kaminari cackled like a witch. The way you would innocently look up at him in confusion would only make your poor boyfriend more agitated, and more inclined to go beat the crap out of his stupid friend.

“Of course I want to see my girlfriend…” Kirishima’s cheeks colored lightly as he muttered.

“Yeah, yeah. Lucky you.”

Denki’s bitter tone of voice made Eijiro smile. He was lucky indeed to have you. The day he asked you out was a memory fiercely burned behind his eyelids, the same fear, anxiety and trepidation he felt as he bared his heart to you bubbling in his chest every time he went back to it. The time Kirishima had spent with you had been nothing but heavenly, like a long dream he never wanted to wake up from. And maybe he was getting ahead of himself, the thought of rushing things and scaring you away prickling his side like an icy shard the more passionate his feeling grew. His ‘I like you’ had seamlessly turned into an ‘I love you’ that danced on the tip of his tongue whenever you would smile up at him. Your sweet chuckles threatened to pull it out of him at the most inappropriate times, and Eijiro would often find himself shaking as he strained to keep his feelings in check. He wasn’t a man, he was a big fat coward.

But he wanted to tell you he loved you. He loved you more than anything, more than he’d ever thought he’d be able to love, and more than he’d ever care to love after you.

“Oh, it looks like the girls are finally here.” Kirishima barely registered Iida’s words. His head turned so fast he almost made himself dizzy. Almost, because the sight of you took care of turning his world upside down.

He didn’t know loving someone could pull you out of a moment, the picturesque lights growing dim behind your shoulders as he lost track of his surroundings. The cheerful voices buzzing all around him had faded as if his ears were full of cotton. Your shy expression he could see peeking out from behind a paper fan made him forget how to breathe, a sharp pain in his chest reminding Eijiro that he needed air to survive. He inhaled sharply as you approached him, his hands curling into fists.

“Good evening, Eiji-kun.” The hesitant way you called his name made his heart pick up the pace, sturdy arms relaxing as he settled into the familiar, cozy feeling that washed over him whenever you were near.

You were the most beautiful person at that festival, and possibly every other festival you were not attending, and Kirishima was ready to fist fight anyone who dared to say otherwise. Yaoyorozu had gifted you and the other girls some expensive yukata, and still, the impressive final bill didn’t even make a microscopic dent in her family’s bottomless wallet. The shiny fabric hugged your body in an elegant posture that made your legs look longer. The underside of your sleeves was stretched out like those of a kimono fit for court-ladies, fluttering behind you like the wings of a butterfly with each small step you took on your platform geta, the wood of your footwear painted a brilliant black that made you look like a kokeshi doll.

“You’re beautiful.” Kirishima stared at you with a serious expression on his face, the intensity behind his gaze conveying his feelings in full. He grinned as your cheeks grew hot, his heart-stopping smile doing nothing to soothe your sudden embarrassment.

—

You had this cute way of holding his hand that made Kirishima want to cry. Blessed, he was blessed as you wrapped your small fingers around his pinky, the innocent, delicate touch sending not-so-pure heat up his entire arm.

He was worried you might have been mad at him for suddenly grasping your hand and making a mad dash into the colorful crowd and away from your group of friends. As you both were catching your breaths, he apologized for making you run in such uncomfortable clothes, and you had nearly stopped his heart, huffing and puffing that it was okay because you wanted to be alone with him too.

“You couldn’t be anymore perfect.” Kirishima gave you a sidelong glance. You bit into the candy apple he bought you, the sugary glace shimmering around your lips; your boyfriend almost fell to his knees.

“You shouldn’t say things like that…” You looked away, focusing on your apple instead of the gentle warmth spreading to your ears.

“It’s the truth!” He chuckled, swinging your joined hands like a happy child, “So, what do you wanna do next?”

You raised your eyes to the sky as you thought, your sweet treat resting against your mouth, “Actually, there’s a stall I wanted to check out…”

The mask stall had always been your favorite, ever since you were a kid. You weren’t scared of even the most grotesque faces, trying on as many as you could and playing silly charades with your parents. Even as a child, you liked to cover up your face and play superhero and villain.

“I didn’t know you were interested in these kind of things.” Kirishima grinned fondly as you looked up at the handmade masks carefully displayed on the large wooden stand.

“Well, I like hand-crafted things in general…” You hummed, “You can really feel the love and passion the maker puts into creating them. Somehow it makes it more special, you know?” You lovingly ran a finger down the red details on the white, sturdy fox mask you were holding, your words eliciting a big smile from the elderly vendor, “The paint job on these is really nice…”

“Hey (name)?” You turned your head towards your boyfriend and your hand shot up to suppress a cackle.

Kirishima was holding an oni mask next to his face, mouth open to bare his jagged teeth in what you guessed was his best scary face, but with his hair making little horns on his head and his innocent, bright eyes blinking at you, he just looked downright adorable.

“Do we look alike?”

“No!” You chuckled, playfully flicking his forehead, “You’re much more handsome.” Kirishima’s cheeks colored and he quickly hid behind the mask, his shoulder sagging as he heard your laugh grow louder.

—

He was going to tell you. He was gonna do it. Kirishima gulped and sneakily wiped his sweaty palms over his folded knees. The two of you were currently sitting on the grass near the riverbank, waiting for the fireworks to start. Well, he was.

Eijiro wouldn’t let you sit on the ground; you had insisted that you were fine, but he was adamant about you not dirtying your kimono. While you looked for a quiet spot away from the bigger part of the crowd, he went and bought you a pink towel; Kirishima had carefully laid it on the ground and helped you kneel on it, making sure no inch of you was touching the slightly wet grass, before settling next to you like a country boy next to a princess.

While your pretty face was raised to the sky, the fledgling hero next to you was having a mild existential crisis. The tingly feeling of your elbow touching his was not making it any easier to think, and Kirishima already knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but the sweet, sweet scent wafting from your hair even as he tried his hardest to formulate a proper confession in his head.

Eijiro didn’t notice when the fireworks started, too busy looking at you to care. How could he possibly convey all the emotions that swirled in his chest every time he looked at you without sounding like a needy, desperate idiot? He watched as you ran your tongue over your lower lip  and licked his own out of reflex, wondering if you were still tasting sugar.

Engrossed as you were in the glittering show above you, the crinkly sparks coloring the sky before falling down like burning stars, you didn’t notice him leaning towards you to whisper something in your ear, his warm breath on your sensitive skin sending little shivers down your neck.

“Sorry Eiji, what did you-” You turned around to find him inches from your lips and your heart stopped. The lights above illuminated his profile, coloring the intense flame in his eyes with intermittent reds, blues and greens. He sneaked an arm around your back, gripping the fabric of your kimono tightly as his other hand nervously tugged at the grass, resting his forehead on yours as he inhaled slowly.

“I love you.” 

The serious expression on his boyish features tempted you to wrap your arms around him and never let go, his scarlet hues melting into pure honey as he took in every detail of your beautiful face before resting on your cherry lips, the sweetness in his gaze turning into eager need.

“I love you. There is so much of you inside my head…” He sounded almost pained, his brows furrowing as his eyes prickled, “I want to be the man who protects you and makes you happy, I can’t even imagine a future without you by my side anymore…Wh- I mean, i-it’s fine if you don’t feel the same way yet! I can wait for you forever…so…” His cheeks had started to heat up, he only hoped you wouldn’t notice in the dark.

But you did, and with a smile playing on your lips, you reached up to gently run your thumb across his cheek, noticing the way his jaw had sharply clenched with tension.

Of course you loved him, how could you not? Kirishima was a sweetheart, a beautiful, courageous soul willing to do just about anything for you. You knew that if you were to drop something in the river, he would wade in the cold waters all night to find it, placing himself and his needs in second place always. It was up to you to take care of him, to make sure that he was cherished like he deserved.

“I love you too, silly.” You interrupted his nervous ramblings, making him go quiet as a statue. The starstruck look on his face was priceless, and you had to hold on tight to your self-control to avoid bursting into giggles right in front of him.

“Wha-what? You do?!” He tried to pull away but you didn’t let him, playfully tugging at the front of his kimono and letting your fingers brush against the exposed skin of his sturdy chest, not missing the shiver that shook him as you placed your soft lips on his. You felt him sigh into the kiss, his strong arm pushing you closer to his warm body as the fireworks blazed above you.

You hesitantly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. Kirishima closed his eyes in pure bliss, the biggest, happiest, dopiest grin you’d ever seen playing on his lips. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know your boyfriend was this close to pulling you up and into his arms, spinning you around as he physically struggled to contain his euphoria.

hmmMMM this ask has made my soul ascend

@love-dreams-unless-delusional asked: ❝ Rfa and V headcanon reaction to an older lady giving their female s/o shit. S/o did not even do anything. S/o is calm because she expects over 50s to act this way to younger generations. She admits though that if she was physically touched at all she would of beat the person up. ❞

♡ Poor Jihyun would be so confused. Why is this woman yelling at you all of a sudden? Is she unwell? His lips would part in surprise as he stares at the mess before him, stunned into silence for a few seconds. His protective instincts will kick in immediately after, and like Zen, he'll swiftly place himself between you and the ajumma, the polite smile on his face not reaching his eyes. Jihyun is a very nice man; he rarely raises his voice and he doesn’t like to argue. If the woman had been yelling at him, V would have politely tried to calm her down. He’s a naturally likable person, and the rude stranger would have melted under the light of his smile.

But when someone is bugging you, it's a whole different story. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t bother my girlfriend.” His voice would be calm but stern, like a teacher scolding a bratty child. I headcanon that when Jihyun gets mad, he has the same big dick energy as Jumin, only he’s ten time scarier because he still manages to look polite while he’s ripping you to shreds.

“She didn't do anything wrong. Or would you prefer I called the authorities? I’m sure this would qualify as harassment after all...” The charming smile would stay on his face the whole time and it would be a truly terrifying sight. The woman would blush and stammer out a hurried apology before clearing off, mortified at being told off by such a handsome gentleman.

“Sorry about that...” He'd turn towards you with an apologetic expression on his face (even though it wasn't his fault at all), “Are you alright, my love?” Jihyun would wrap his arms around you in a comforting embrace, gently patting your head and running his fingers down the length of your hair. He'll probably end up being the one who's more emotionally drained by the encounter, because the thought of anyone being mean to you breaks his heart. If you told him you were ready to beat the crap out of that lady, he would give you an eye-smile and a nervous chuckle, amazed at how...feisty you can be.

“I know you can defend yourself...” He'd place his forehead on yours, eyes glossing over with affection and voice turning unbearably soft, “...but I’d like you to lean on me from time to time. I promise I won't let anything happen to you.”

♡ Being rude to you when Saeyoung is around is not a good idea; that old prune has signed her sanity away the second she decided to open her mouth to insult you. It takes a lot to really piss Seven off, so he wouldn’t be screaming or getting ready to throw hands much like Zen was about to do, but this ugly person who think she can just say things to you is not going to leave this encounter unscathed. You’d be able to see the gears start turning in his head as his bewildered expression turns into a shit-eating grin, the same one he wears when he’s about to make Yoosung’s day worse.

He’ll find a way to mock her and confuse her without missing a bit, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a friendly gesture as he subtly moves her away from you and reminds her that Halloween is over and she should be taking off her witch mask, going off a million different tangents as he articulates lie after lie with the sole intent of annoying this woman like she’s never been annoyed before. “Don’t you know our heavenly Father has said not to bother young ladies on the street? It is a sin punishable by sticking six hundred and sixty-six loaves of bread up your nostrils. What? You didn’t know? Aren’t you a God-fearing woman?”

Luciel would troll her into begging him to leave her alone while you laugh and hold your stomach in the background. Having scared her away. he would cheerfully trot back to you, glomping you and squishing you against him as you giggle.

“You really have a knack for attracting weird people, honey.” Saeyoung will tenderly nuzzle his cheek against yours, your touch calming down his concealed irritation at what that awful old lady said to you, “...Are you okay? She didn’t hurt you with her ramblings, did she?” He’d give you a soft, concerned look as his silly facade fades away.

He’ll let out a huge sigh of relief once you tell him that, yes, you’re just fine, still squeezing you in a warm bear hug as he tries to comfort you anyway. If you tell him you were ready to fight that stupid woman, Saeyoung would laugh and shake his head, “Yeah, yeah, I know. You were making that super hot face you make when you’re about to fight someone right before I stepped in! (lol)”

♡ Saeran is already not fond of adults. That coupled with the fact that this adult is being an asshole to you is enough to make him wish for her immediate evaporation. You know how scary your boyfriend can be and this foolish lady is about to learn it, too. You can feel it in the way his hand possessively tightens around yours, his eyes sliding into venomous slits as he glares at her. He’d turn into a complete ice prince, the chilling expression on his usually calm face enough to freeze the ajumma in place.

“Are we going to have a problem?” His tone of voice would be curt, disrespectful and resonating with the hint of a warning. It would catch you off guard, because even though you know Saeran is very protective of you, he’s never talked to you this way before, not even when you were trapped in Mint Eye and he was tormenting you. This is the kind of voice he once reserved for V and his brother - a terrible, egotistic, heartless sound that makes it easy to imagine him with a choker around his neck and very pronounced shadows under his eyes.

Saeran would stare straight into the woman’s ugly soul as he enunciates, “Leave. Don’t ever come close to my girlfriend again.” And that would be enough to make her turn tail and run. His icy stare would stay on the ajumma until he can’t see her anymore, the image of her face burned into his mind, then he’d turn to you, his expression softening with adoration as he squeezes your hand.

“I’m fine, Saeran,” You’d answer the question in his eyes with a pretty smile on your face, “And that was really cool.”

“Oh?~ Was it?” Saeran would chuckle softly, delighted at being praised as he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses it, “I’m cool, aren’t I? A cool boyfriend that will always protect you. I think I deserve a reward for my hard work.” He’d lean towards you with a smug look on his face, only to falter as you kiss his lips instead of his cheek like he was expecting, blinking dazedly when you pull away. 

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thank you so much for the kind message anon ilu!! ; v ; ikr? it can definitely be a stressful experience. i started this blog as writing practice so i’ll do my best to keep at it, but i’m also the type that gets stressed easily so it’s like?? am i a masochist really?

so blessed…so moved…i’ve been smooched by an angel oml

Hey toots! We only do four characters per request, so here you have Zen, Jaehee, Jumin and  Yoosung. I’ll write V, Seven and Saeran in another post!

edit: part 2 ( Jihyun / Saeyoung / Saeran ).

♡ ”Excuse us?” Zen’s eyes would grow wide at the nerve of this woman (—and yes, he considers the two of you to be a single identity and it’s super cute). If there’s one thing you shouldn’t do in your life, that’s messing with Hyun Ryu’s girl. It doesn’t matter whether it’s an old woman, an old man or your own mother, Zen will flare up like a poked bear as soon as he hears someone raising their voice at you. He’s way more hotheaded than Jumin and Jaehee combined, so expect a shouting match to ensue if the ajumma doesn’t back down the first time he warns her. He’d promptly step in between you and her, his back brushing your nose as he protectively hides you from the sudden disturbance.

To be honest, you would probably end up having to calm him down. You hold absolute power over him, so Zen will back down if you tell him to, but even while you’re dragging him away by the arm, you’ll still be able to hear him huffing incredulous remarks under his breath. He’s a drama queen, so the things he says and the extremely offended manner in which he says them will make you giggle. He cares so much about you, he’d be legitimately upset that the woman didn’t end up apologizing to you. 

“Sorry I got so worked up…” He’d sigh, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame and squeezing you against his chest, “I just can’t stand it when someone yells at my baby! Damn, was that woman crazy?!” Your scent will ultimately calm him down, he’d kiss your forehead and smile, “Ohoh, you wanted to fight her? That would have been really sexy~♡”

♡I headcanon Jaehee as being a very special kind of protective when it comes to you. She’s usually a composed, intelligent woman, but the second that ajumma starts giving you attitude, you can see it in the subtle way her shoulders stiffen that Jaehee is very displeased. She’s not one to make a scene in public, but with the lucidity of a hawk, she would butt in your conversation to murder that old woman with words. It’s not that she thinks you can’t handle yourself, but your girlfriend loves you very much, and she can’t stand the thought of you being hurt, be it physically or emotionally.

Jaehee would know exactly what to say to fluster the ajumma, her calm and logical arguments would quickly make her back off. Once she’s walked away, Jaehee would turn to you with worry in her amber-colored hues.

“Are you alright?” She would ask in a soft voice, sighing in relief once you tell her that yes, you’re fine, and holy crap is she attractive when she goes all mama bear for you! If you tell her you were ready to throw hands if need be, Jaehee would try and fail to hide her chuckles. “Let’s try not to beat people up, okay?” She’d take your hand and propose a stop at the nearest coffee shop. The warm drink and Jaehee’s company would make you forget all about that rude woman in no time.

♡To say that Jumin would be surprised at the sight of this woman yelling at you would be a sweet understatement. He’d have to stop and blink for a second, is this person some sort of idiot? Doesn’t she know who you are? Who he is? He’s not used to people who are not Zen getting mad at him to the point of screaming insults, but he has absolutely no intention to let this go on for a second more. 

“It’s uncouth to scream like an angry chihuahua in public.” He’d gently pull you away from the woman, his arm wrapping around your waist as he protectively pulls you close to his chest. You wouldn’t need to look at his face to know that the expression Jumin is showing the ajumma is nothing short of terrifying, his onyx eyes freezing cold and quietly menacing while the rest of his face remains stunning and tranquil, “Step away from my girlfriend or I’ll have you removed for public disturbance.”

The bodyguards Jumin always has around and the dispassionate voice with which he threatens to remove her would be enough to scare the ajumma into quickly apologizing to you before scampering away. You would never get the chance to fight anyone really, because he wouldn’t let you put yourself in dangerous situations, but Jumin would totally pay for some self-defense or martial arts classes for you if you expressed interest in them.

♡ Yoosung would nearly have a heart attack the second the ajumma’s shrill voice hits his sensitive ears. What’s wrong with old people these days?! Aren’t you supposed to get wiser with age? He’d visibly cringe as the unknown woman starts bothering you for absolutely no reason, a nervous smile on his boyish face. Compared to the three above, Yoosung is the least confrontational one, but he would also be the fastest to get you out of the situation.

He’s been taught to respect his elders, but all he can think about at the moment is to keep you safe, and even if he desperately wants to tell the ajumma off for treating you like trash, he’s not as intimidating as Zen or as witty as Jaehee. What Yoosung is is a boy tempered by months of merciless pranking courtesy of a sadistic red-head who always plays him for a fool, so he’s naturally learned a trick or two to mess with people.

“Oh! Isn’t that the famous celebrity, the freaking handsome actor Zen-ssi?!” He’d point in a random direction to distract the rude woman before taking your hand and sprinting the opposite way, his trembling fingers gripping yours tightly as if he’s trying to desperately shield you from everything and everyone.

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wheeze…anon you’re cute…….so precious and cute my little black heart is soarING, i’ll give you all the crispy boy you need bb

warning: mentions of dub-con.

♡ We all know sex with Dabi is going to leave you walking funny for a few days and with purplish bruises peppering your body in very shameless places because your boyfriend is a smug piece of trash. He loves you and, in theory, wants to cherish you, but you have the additional superpower of turning him into a primitive beast who’s pretty much addicted to fucking your brains out. Every gentle caress he tries to give you turns into charred fingers gripping your pillowy skin like claws, the way you moan and shriek as he mercilessly pounds your pussy sending violent tingles to his brain. The urge to have my property scream my name drowns out his subtlety completely and he blames it entirely on you. It’s your fault and you better be prepared to face the consequences of messing with his head.

♡ Like Shigaraki, he gets off you being a little disgusted by his touch. Your tears are a turn on, and your fearful, quivering face can get his dick hard real quick. “Your crying face is fucking amazing.” He’ll compliment you, his eyes wide as he fixes them on your sobbing self, “Show me more. It’s gross right? It hurts doesn’t it? You’re crying like a baby but your pussy is squeezing my dick so damn tight…” He’ll laugh and mock you as he keeps on tormenting your body. He’ll still have the nerve to earnestly pat your head once he’s done fucking you, closing his eyes in a terribly sweet smile; whether this flatters you or pisses you off depends on where you’re placed on the masochist scale.

♡ Dabi is vocal in bed, I don’t care what yall have to say. It’s not as much moaning and gasping as it is mock praising you, telling you just how good your pussy feels and how hot you look with your eyes glossy and your drooling mouth open. This boy has a filthy mouth. He’ll narrate all of your embarrassing reactions and twitches in great detail in that low, lazy slur of his, turning both of you on in the process. He likes calling you all sorts of pet names in and out of bed, but I headcanon that his favorite ones for you are ‘little lamb’ and ‘ii ko-chan’ (good girl) if you’re a hero, a middle ground between loving and demeaning. He won’t call you anything more degrading than that unless you’re into it. You can tell when he’s about to cum by the way he quiets down, his voice losing its smug edge as he gasps for breath in a desperate, helpless fashion, the sheer need for you overwhelming him completely.

OTL i do not deserve this— seriously tysm honey! ; A ; i hope i did your first request justice holy crap

♡ Shinsou may not be the most talkative boy around, if only because he’s never had any real friends, let alone a girlfriend before, but everyone within a hundred mile radius can tell he’s completely smitten with you. He’s always kind of orbiting around you like the moon, so much so that seeing one of you without the other is a very rare and unsettling occurrence. He gets this soft look on his normally deadpan face whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention, like you’re the cutest thing in the world in his eyes and he can’t believe you actually exist. If someone points it out, Hitoshi will most likely brush it off with a cold ‘it’s none of your business’, but it’s clear as day that this boy really, really likes you.

♡ His smiles are a gift reserved solely for you, let’s be honest. Shinsou can begrudgingly grin to appear polite (he knows he doesn’t look approachable, so he has to try twice as hard to be accepted by his classmates), but it’s mostly a half-assed effort that never comes from the heart. You are this abnormal, irreplaceable existence in his life that somehow can make his lips gently curl up without him noticing. He’s a lot more expressive when talking to you in general, his smiles ranging from happy little grins to unfairly attractive smirks whenever he’s teasing you.

♡ Shinsou loves the sound of your voice. You can fluster him pretty easily with compliments, because they stay ringing in his head for hours. One time, while he was testing out his voice altering mask, he dared to whisper out an ‘I love you, Hitoshi’ like he fantasized you would say it and got so embarrassed he had to stop what he was doing to lay on the floor of his room for a bit to calm down. He was so ashamed of his behavior that he could not, for the life of him, look at you for the entirety of the following day.

♡ When he first met you, Hitoshi had some serious trouble looking at you in the eyes. He would always sort of rub his neck and direct his awkward gaze away from you because a) you’re too damn pretty and b) the way you looked up at him with such clear, honest eyes made his chest tighten with an emotion he didn’t quite understand. You literally had to grab his face to make him pay attention to you this one time (he was paying attention, by the way, it’s just that you were getting kind of mad at him and Shinsou didn’t know what to do), and the second your hands touched his cheeks his heart had violently punched his rib cage, leaving him staring at you with wide, helpless violet hues as he realized that yeah, he loved you. Ironically, now it’s you who has trouble looking into his eyes, because his feelings for you are so intense and obvious on his handsome face that sometimes you just can’t handle it and your cheeks grow a defenseless red, much to Shinsou’s amusement.

♡ He may not be the biggest fan of PDA (it’s not you, he just doesn’t like nosy people getting in the way or staring at the two of you in general, he’s constantly worried you’ll get judged for hanging out with him) but he will still follow your lead if you want to be affectionate in public. If you act cute and needy enough, he’s putty in your hands, pretty much. Also he can pull off the most unsettling glare, so anyone who looks your way while you’re happily glomping him will think twice before making any unnecessary comments.