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@dabitdabi Keigo for sure, they’d be so powerful it would be insane😩, he’d be so cute and flustered and Cheshire is such a sweetheart he’d practically drop everything for her if she needed it. The type of couple who compliment each other, she’d remind him to take care of himself and make sure he knows that shes somebody he can depend on/talk to at the end of the day. And he’ll take care of her too, make sure he remembers her favorite food, flower, blanket you name it he’ll remember.

@sleepyrintaro (ik you’re on a hiatus love but I wanted to include you too) Kuroo, another absolute unit. When I tell you they’re both geniuses and when they’re together they’re either the most intelligent people or have one brain cell shared and there’s no in between, there’s no in between. Rin is amazing and is so kind/has such a big heart the two of them would have so much fun together and be so fun to be around. Kuroo would love hearing about psychology and it would basically turn into talking about hyperfixations going back and forth.

@rukunas Sukuna hands down. Rue is so sweet and has the best vibes and I feel like Sukuna would be drawn to that. The soft but only for you trope definitely comes into play here. Sukuna would look so intimidating and tease Rue but then get flustered half way through. King of curses or not he can be really intimidating one minute but as soon as you need him he’s instantly like ‘what’s wrong baby what happened?’ (Basically the Gordon Ramsey with kids vs with adults comes into play here).

@kkodzvken Dabi or Toga, Lune is a sweetheart and I feel like both Dabi and Toga would look at them and instantly think ‘I want to protect them.’ This relationship would be very cute in its own way because they’d all watch out for each other. Dabi would smile so fondly it would be a crime, but if he’s ever called out on it he would 100% deny it and you can’t convince me otherwise. He’d let Lune wear his coat around if they wanted to. With Toga, she’d do skin care (if you wanted to) and would adore shopping dates! Loves cuddling and just snuggling up to you too!

@katslutski I cannot stress this enough: Nanami Kento. They both value independence and Nanami would take care of you if you needed it. He’d love chilling and watching movies or reading quietly with Kat and nobody can convince me otherwise. Slow dancing in a kitchen would be a must at least once. They’d have separate apartments but spend a lot of time at the others. He’d send texts from time to time asking how she is and would enjoy making dinner together with her. Nothing relaxes him more than the time they have together. Kat is so fun to talk to and is honestly amazing and so is Nanami so they would for sure have the best convos too.

@pupimouto Chuuya hands down. Babi is honestly amazing and Chuuya would be so enamored. He’d also have the thought of ‘Must protect.’ Adores her, the red and pink aesthetic for sure. He’d get into a fight if anybody looked at her the wrong way. If there’s a bad day he’d be there to hold her close to her and reassure her and if she kisses him or holds his hand/tells him she loves him? Gone he has ascended, he’ll smile for the rest of the day.

@oilivia Oikawa. Liv deserves the best and who is Oikawa if he doesn’t provide? Their relationship is super fun, he’d listen to her playlists and playfully tease her a bit but it’s all in good fun. (He makes sure not to go too far and cross a line) the type of relationship where they both bicker playfully, but also have really deep convos. They also balance each other out and help each other to either break out of their shell or relax and just focus on the present. Communication between them is amazing, they make it look so easy. Both of them are able to confide in the other knowing it’s a safe space and there will be no judgement. Oikawa also loves to fluster her in public by calling her cute pet names.

@bakugohoex Jean Kirschtein, they’re able to be independent but also comes together. The best friends before being lovers type of thing. Ria is amazing and Jean would be there to hang out with her and makes sure to call her beautiful everyday. He adores the little domestic moments the most and would love hearing about her day and would check in throughout the day with ‘Hey baby how are you doing?’ Attentive and he’s a very good listener. They’d both work so well together! He seems like the type to theorize movies and so they’d both exchange their own and see who’s closer to what’s actually going on.

@chaos-night *deep inhale* ATSUHIRO SAKO please they’d be so perfect I’m not even kidding! He’d take up ballroom dancing lessons so they could dance in the kitchen and their relationship would be so soft and wholesome. Chaos is a wonderful person and is a great listener as well as fun to talk to so they would both revel in each other’s presence. Atsuhiro would shower her in praise all the time. He’d adore her so much and everyday would fall a little more in love with her. King of romantic dates whether it’s extravagant or just hanging out and watching movies either way he adores it. Will hold her close to his chest as they sleep whispering how much he loves her and how lucky he is to be with her.

@raes-still-rambling the sweetest I can’t even articulate. Tamaki Amajiki they would work so well together. He’d find so much comfort in them. His favorite would be if they just cuddled together and watched a movie. He isn’t big on romance but he’d put his all into it regardless. Loves holding their hand and would smile softly whenever he sees her. They’d definitely have a cuddling playlist and he’d show them he loves them through small actions

@m-mortimer Christa and Ymir 100%. Izzie has such a big heart and I feel like she’d fit into this dynamic so well! They’d both take care of her, Ymir has strong mommy dom energy and would make sure both her girls are doing well. They would all live the cottage core lesbian dream I guarantee you. Would dance around and just have a lot of laughs together, making flower crowns would be an absolute must. They’d all take care of each other and would help if any of them got into a bad headspace. This relationship would feel like a home.

@deludedimagines Levi Ackerman, Sorcha has to be one of the coolest people ever and who better to match that energy than Humanity’s Strongest. Their relationship would be comfort. Both of them would find solace in each other whether it be making tea late at night to playing games in the morning. The two of them would work so well together, completely content to dwell in the comfortable silence they’ve created. They’d also clean together with soft music playing in the background and Levi can’t get enough of it. Their relationship is full of understanding one another. The phrase/lyrics “Life is not the things that we do it’s who we’re doing them with” very much applies here.

@fuwushiguro Toji Fushiguro no questions asked. The most interesting and fun relationship ever, Venus is a goddess and is so kind/compassionate Toji would start out being like ‘I have no intention of falling in love’ and then before he knows it he’s in love. Would protect her no matter what, they would have amazing stories. Their life would be like a movie. He’d hold her and in the soft moments tell her how much he loves her and how he feels complete with them together. He’s the type to use action instead of words so if he sees her sad? He’s off to get ice cream and put on her favorite comfort movie. He grumbles about her making him soft but when she just gives him a smile and says he likes it he can’t help but smile fondly, he can’t argue with that.

@fushigurocockslut Mahito, they too have a fun relationship. Tessa is one of the chillest people I’ve ever had the joy of knowing and her and Mahito would be so chaotic im living for it. They share one brain cell and it’s to wreak total havoc, both of them have the friendship dynamic down to the point where people have to ask if they’re dating or just close friends. Mahito loves spending time with her and they both would absolutely prank the hell out of Nanami. Also they’d find/have the coolest hang outs to chill and listen to music, eat snacks and vibe. Although they may be chaotic they’d also have really chill moments where they would just relax and stargaze. The two of them could talk about everything and anything.

@doinmybesthere Shoto Todoroki. Emme has a huge heart with so much love and she deserves to receive all that love back and more. Shoto is not big on pda, but behind closed doors he loves intimacy. In the quiet moments of just waking up he’d kiss her forehead with a groggy ‘Good morning love’ their dynamic is ‘Two sweethearts in a room they might love each other unconditionally’ and then they did. Slow dancing in the kitchen? Absolutely. Shoto is also attentive and adores Emme’s beautiful singing voice, on bad nights he loves nothing more than to feel her fingers in his hair and hear her voice as he drifts off. If the roles are reversed he holds her to his chest and hums softly while rubbing soothing circles against her back. Their relationship is wholesome and they bring out the best in each other.

@izukine Takemichi for sure. Both would try and protect the other and they’d both be flustered by the other since they’d both of the thought process of ‘Theyre so cute my heart feels like it’s about to burst’ Liyah is so friendly and awesome and I feel like Takemichi would be drawn to that. Whether it be walking around or just chilling both of them would just like the time they spend together. Every time Takemichi sees her he instantly perks up and has a cute smile on his face. Their relationship holds solid communication and trust.

@cupcake-rogue Bakugou Katsuki without question. King of making sure Star is taken care of and has a soft spot for her. Everybody makes fun of him for it, but he doesn’t care. Star would mean the world to him and knowing that he comes home to see her face would relax him and keep him calm. He loves holding her in his arms and if she runs her fingers through his scalp he’s gone. Instantly falls asleep. Uses actions over words so he’ll make sure he has her favorite foods/drinks stalked in the fridge. If he notices it’s a bad day he’ll ask how he can make it better. The two of them would have a relationship that’s all about care.

@nomadmilk Kirishima Eijirou both of them take care of each other and have so much fun together. Matching outfits? Sure. Cute couple photos? Absolutely! They’re the definition of couple aesthetic/goals. Love being affectionate, it doesn’t matter if they’re in public or not. Kirishima will constantly praise Noma and be like ‘that’s my baby!’ Whenever you do something. He loves supporting you and if you ever comfort him/do the same he’ll be so happy. Loves to hold and cuddle Noma a lot. Both of them together would radiate so much love they both deserve wonderful things.

dabi’s favorite pastime is hanging out in dingy bars and keeping a watchful eye on absolute train-wrecks like you. messy little things who drink a little too much a little too often all in the name of “stress-relief”. none of you are ever cognizant enough to notice the tabs he drops into your drinks while he swoons you with a deep voice and half-lidded eyes. and it worked on you too, your hand scooping up your drink so you could take another lengthy sip — if only you knew what was about to hit you. 

when your senses came flooding back to you, you were in a dirty looking apartment, your eyes hazy and unable to focus properly. your entire body ached, each of your limbs feeling as if they weighed several tons as you struggled and failed to move them. weren’t you just at the bar? with that dark haired boy? the one with the pretty blue eyes and weird scars? where were you? 

your breath hitched in your throat when a figure appeared in front you, familiar shaggy hair and icy eyes looking down at you with unsettling intention. a dull pounding echoed through the back of your head, and no matter how hard you tried to move any part of your body, it was as if you were frozen — trapped in a horrible nightmare and plagued with sleep paralysis. 

“hey sweetheart, glad to see you’re finally awake. i was getting a little impatient”

his voice sounded like it was echoing from hundreds of miles away, as if your head was submerged in a tank of water and he was calling to you from the outside. you could barely even make sense of his words, your head spinning in circles when you finally processed what he said and realized just how much trouble you were in right now. you could feel the cool air on every inch of your skin, and you suddenly became aware of the fact that not a single article of clothing was left on your body. 

your eyes must have widened in shock and realization, because a low chuckle rumbled from his chest in response. 

“don’t look so shocked, doll; you were practically begging for me to bring you back here tonight”

you were what? sure you had a few drinks and maybe participated in some tipsy flirting, but you certainty didn’t ask to be here — especially not like this. but it’s not like you could fight back, your body was utterly useless right now — so the best you could do was utter a helpless “n- no”. 

“no? if that word held any significance to me we wouldn’t be here right now”

his words made the blood in your veins turn to ice, chilling you to your core and causing a few hot tears to well up in your eyes. and then your fear spiked an all time high when the scarred man straddled over you and you felt something brush against your abdomen. even in your doped-up state you had enough sense to know what it was, your stomach twisting into an assortment of knots. 

“just keep quiet, okay? don’t wanna have to pump anymore shit into you, it’s a lot of work. so just let me enjoy this, yeah?”

even though you expected it, nothing could have prepared you for the painful stretch of his cock forcing its way inside of you. his head rolled back in immediate pleasure while your body instinctively twitched in pain and emitted several pathetic whimpers. after all, this wasn’t for you, it was for him — and he couldn’t care less about making sure you were ready.

it was pitiful, the way you laid on your back with your eyes rolling around in your skull while he picked up a brutal pace right from the start. and he knew he told you to be quiet, but your feeble moans and choked-out whimpers were too damn pretty for him to get angry with you. it almost made it sound like you were enjoying it — twisted bitch.

between the drugs and the rush of endorphins from his cock railing into your hips, you were on another fucking planet — tongue lolling out of your mouth and slow strings of drool dripping down onto his bed.

a harsh hand came down on your face, just barely bringing you back for a fraction of a second.

“close your mouth, whore, you’re making a fuckin’ mess”

you didn’t have the mind to understand his command right now, your head lazily rolling to the other side with your tongue still dangling out. dabi seemed to realize that his scolding had very little effect on you, mumbling a quiet “dumb fuckin’ bitch” and carrying on.

your instinctual whimpers and the dull noise of dabi’s balls slapping your ass with each thrust were the only sounds in the shabby apartment — along with the occasional insult being spewed from his mouth.

you cunt was sopping now, coating itself in a gooey lubricant to accommodate for dabi’s lengthy member abusing your walls. and god does it feel good when you flinch, when your caverns clench around his cock and threaten to milk him for everything he has. he knows it’s not intentional, he knows you don’t have half the brain to tease him like that on purpose right now, but he still delivers a firm slap to your thigh or a wad of saliva to your chest each time you do it. you’re too out of your mind to notice though, resembling a sex toy more than a human at this point.

he uses you for everything that you’re worth, abusing you like you were nothing but a warm sleeve for his cock to fuck — and honestly that’s all he saw you as. when he finally reached his peak and your walls convulsed around him again it sent him diving into a heavy orgasm. thick white semen dousing your insides and getting smeared against your cervix as he fucked you through it.

by the time he pulled out your swollen cunt was leaking with globs of white, dabi cursing about how much of a fucking mess you were making for him to clean up.

and then he got you dressed — failing to even be considerate enough to clean you up first — and dumped you back at the bar he found you at. at least he was considerate enough to do that! he could have left your sorry ass in the alley behind his apartments! at least here there was a slight chance your shitty friends would find you here and take you home.

Jean’s kisses start soft.

They always do. His reasoning is that he wants to savor you, to savor this. And to an extent it does feel like that. With every gentle press of warm lips to your forehead and your eyelids and then to your nose and both cheeks. It feels like he’s trying to permanently map every inch of skin he can reach, just with his lips.

There’s never any talking either. Only the sounds of your harsh breathing and pounding heart (though you’re certain he can’t hear the way the organ is furiously crashing against your ribcage) coupled with the sound of his lips pressing along your chin and throat and down to your exposed collarbone.

Exposed because your (his) shirt has slipped free of your shoulder, giving him access to the delicate flesh. Only after you’re panting embarrassingly loud, barely able to stop the gentle rocking of your hips against his does he capture your mouth with his own.

The kisses become a little more firm now. Leaving in their wake a warmth that spreads from your lips down to your chest and stomach, that unsettles the butterflies there. At this stage of your kissing the fluttering of your tummy as you try to press harder against him, try to force his meticulously crafted self control, is the only thing you can feel that is distinctly you. Because everything else becomes about Jean.

About the way the silky strands of his hair feel between your fingers. And the way his lips feel, warm and damp and soft under yours. And the hard muscles of his bare chest beneath your palm, the feel of his heart as it pumps blood through his veins, as it races under your fingertips. The way his lashes flutter against his cheeks.

When his hands gently skim the exposed flesh at the back of your thighs before slowly, precariously climbing their way up to your ass to grasp at the flesh. And when his lips part only after you’ve relaxed against him, muscles turning to goo above him; the only thing you can feel, think, breathe, is Jean.

The first brush of a wet tongue against your eagerly parted mouth is enough to pull a small whimper from you. You can almost feel his smile as he pulls away for a second just to watch you, eyes shining with love as they linger on your kiss swollen lips and dazed expression. He chuckles when your mouth follows after his, rewarding you with a peck before he picks up where he left off.

His kisses make you hot. Maybe it’s the combination of the firm length of his cock pressing impatiently against the sticky crotch of your panties through his sweats and the way his hands have grown almost frantic in their need to touch everything, feel everything. Your body temperature sky rockets. And you’re reminded as you pull away to slant your mouth over his that although you are on top, Jean is still pulling all of the strings.

Perhaps it is the notion that he kisses you until you’re both lightheaded. Until you have no choice but to pull away or die, and even then he doesn’t let you pull away for too long. Content to let his lips brush against yours with every ragged breath he takes before he kisses you again. Perhaps it is this notion that causes the beads of sweat to form along your hairline and on the back of your neck.

When his kisses grow as frantic as his roaming hands is when you feel like you have regained some semblance of control. When you pull away and his head begins to rise from the pillows as he follows you, when you can sink your fingers into the strands of his hair and hold him steady as you kiss him. Tongues tangling, dancing, battling in the space between your faces.

When he has no choice but to wrap a big palm at the base of your throat and growl his frustration into your mouth as he snatches that control back. Flipping you onto your back, and pinning your hips to the bed as he suckles harshly on your tongue, when your kiss grows wet and sloppy and each time your lips part a wet smack echoes through the room, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

When he has to take a break. Head buried in the space between your head and shoulders as he attempts to recollect some modicum of self control. He never can. At this point, while his hips grind his cock against your heated center and he begins to murmur about how much of a fucking tease you are.

When the kisses grow so sloppy that you’re barely kissing, only breathing each other in, then does Jean smile, a breathtaking thing that raises the hairs on your body, and whisper against your mouth:

“You drive me crazy.”

you knew your mother’s new fiancé was a moderately successful business man, but you certainly weren’t expecting to pull up to a security gate on the day that you moved in with him. a large house constructed with dark-colored bricks loomed over your mom’s dented toyota prius, and you wondered what the hell one lonely man needed all this space for.

the white-haired butler that opened the front door and offered to carry some of your bags seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t help but scoff at the entire situation. walking onto the pristine and shiny floors in your scuffed up sneakers made you wonder just how your mom had managed to gold-dig her way into this one. either she was terribly convincing, or this guy was horribly desperate — either way you weren’t opposed to reaping the benefits. a butler, a giant in-ground pool, a bedroom that was three times the size of your old one?

yeah, you’d settle in real quick.

and you did just that, taking whatever you wanted and not feeling a shred of guilt for it. this guy, nanami kento, had more than enough money to go around, so why shouldn’t you indulge yourself? why shouldn’t you throw unsolicited pool parties while they’re at work? invite boys over to spend time in your king sized bed? your mom forced you out of your hometown to move in with this rich asshole, might as well make the most of it.

and things were going pretty fucking smoothly if you do say so yourself, or at least they were until nanami caught you sneaking a boy through your window one night.

you thought your were so smart, so slick with the way that you used his house as your personal playground behind his back. but why would he own such an esteemed property and not have security cameras? you weren’t smart at all, in fact you were incredibly, incredibly stupid.

and you’ve been getting on nanami’s nerves for a while, sashaying around the house in tiny outfits surrounded by a horde of immature boys. he’d watch you through the security footage while he worked — blood boiling at the way you flaunted his home as if it were your own.

those boys were never going to be enough for you; you’d walk all over them with your inflated ego and terrible attitude. you needed a man, someone grown, who could put your back in your place — you needed nanami — and fuck, he’d wanted you since the day you walked through his front door. he’d been patient, very patient, but this was enough to snap the thin wire that was holding him back.

he didn’t hesitate to kick the boy right back out the window he climbed through, threatening to call the cops if he didn’t leave his fucking property right now. and then a firm hand was wrapped around your wrist, dragging you up the stairs and into his bedroom.

he gave your arm a harsh tug, tossing your body towards his large neatly made bed. the edge of the raised mattress whacked you in the gut, your face falling forward and mashing into the silky comforter.

“what the fu-,” you snapped your head back to look at him, but were immediately met with a rolled up black sock being shoved into the back of your mouth.

you coughed and whined through the fabric as he grasped both your wrists in his one large hand, his other weaving the leather belt that was previously looped through his trousers around your wrists. he had zero patience for you right now, and he was making that evidently clear.

“i’ve tried to stay patient with you, but you’ve forced my hand this time,” he looked at you with dark eyes, one of his hands undoing the zipper at the back of your skirt.

you tried to kick with your legs, tried to cuss him out through the sock, but it was entirely ineffective, his strong hands holding you down and the cotton preventing a single coherent word from leaving your lips. your skirt was gliding to your feet now, your bare ass exposed and looking nanami right in the eyes.

“sneaking in another boy? how many times should i spank you for that? five? ten? i think ten would be suitable in this situation,” he used one hand to keep you pinned to the mattress, and the other to caress the smooth skin of your upper thigh, “what do you think?”

obviously you tried to reason with him, tell him that you didn’t deserve any spanks, that you weren’t a child, that this whole thing was fucking weird — but none of that made it out of your mouth, not through the soggy sock that was still in your way.

“i’m glad you agree, ten it is,” he gave you a thoughtful look, raising up his hand in preparation to strike you for the first time.

“one”.

his hand swung down with incredible force, a piercing smacking sound echoing through the room as you squealed and kicked under his touch. it felt like a thousand pins piercing through your skin, a blazing fire that burned through his fingers and straight through to your brain.

“two”.

the second smack was brought down with even more strength, your whole body lurching in response to the impact. you still kicked, still fought, still screamed through gag for him to fuck off, but a small part of you was already anticipating number three.

“three”.

the third strike to your backside flipped a switch in your brain, your legs falling limp and your screams replaced with pitiful whimpers and whines. his hand on your skin was starting to hurt so good, bits of the sock becoming trapped in your clenched teeth.

four, five, and six came quickly after, only a few seconds of rest between each of them — and nanami knew that he’d won when your feet began to push up onto your tip-toes, your ass wiggling closer to him as you waited for more.

“you count the next ones,” he reached forward and plucked the disgusting sock out of your mouth, tossing it to the floor and caressing your cheek.

seven came down hard, goosebumps lining your arms as you yelped; your tied up hands grasping at air. a shameful “seven”, rolled from your tongue a few moments later, your shaky voice flooding nanami’s ears.

“good girl,” he cooed, “three more”.

the next three stung the worst, nanami hissing at how badly it hurt his own hand — but your were a lightheaded, dizzy mess; practically drooling on his sheets by the time he was done. you’d done exactly what he asked, taken all ten and even counted out the last four — you were so good for him, and it was so easy.

he helped you roll over onto your back and then slipped his hand under the waistband of your panties, pulling and letting them fall down to your ankles. you’d taken the punishment pretty well, so it was only fair that you were rewarded now.

he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you, one of his hands pressing down onto your puffy clit. you knew how inappropriate this was all becoming, but your head was much too hazy to care.

he dipped two of his fingers low, slipping them into your slimy cunt and gently pushing them up inside you. his fingers were long, a sharp whimper flying through your teeth as he curled his fingers against your walls.

what the hell would happen if your mom got home right now? if she saw her soon-to-be husband fist-deep in her daughter?

those were the things you should have been thinking, but they didn’t cross your mind once. how could you care about the what if’s when nanami was stuffing you full with his thick fingers on one hand, and expertly massaging your clit with the other.

no one your age had this experience, and none of the boys you’d messed with had ever made you feel this good with such little effort. nanami was opening your eyes to his expert hands, and you began to wonder how many sorry brats had ended up in this exact spot before. maybe this is what he did for fun — romancing middle-aged women just to prey on their college-aged daughters until they inevitably get caught one day — and then the cycle continues.

but right now, on the edge of losing yourself around his fingers, you didn’t care if you were the hundredth step-daughter he’d done this to — it was worth it.

your walls clamped around his fingers as he thrusted them deeper, his other thumb rubbing hard and consistent circles over your sensitive nub. it was impossible to hold out any longer, the ball in your stomach flying undone as you rolled your hips into his hand and creamed all over his fingers. the room was filled with the prettiest mewls and whines, your body shaking and lurching as he kept feeling you even after your orgasm was fading.

only once you accidentally kicked him from the intensity of the overstimulation did he unsheath his fingers from your cunt, his skin glistening with your fluids. he shoved them into your mouth, your eyes widening as he offered a simple: “suck”.

but you did what you were told, you’d quickly learned that disobeying him would only lead to something worse. he smirked for the first time after he plucked them from your mouth, your lips making a satisfying popping sound.

“never gonna invite those boys over again, right?” he taunted you, an obvious bulge sitting in his dress pants.

you quickly shook your head no.

but if breaking the rules meant this would happen again?