#short post

Rumi: Ass

Mira: Tits

⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆. — BABY, ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY

synopsis: the one day of the year that Katsuki lets you spoil him is his birthday, and the best thing to spoil him is with kisses!

pairing: prohero!katsuki x fem!reader

content warning: timeskip!au, established relationship, kissing, fluff, crackish, tooth rotting fluff gaaah, cutie patooties just in love!

wc: 512

a/n: meow I’m aware I’m very late but it’s my world and everyone else just lives in it.

The morning glow of the sun was heavy on your skins you had been tossing and turning all night, simply excited for all the surprises you had in store for Katsuki.

From the moment he woke up, you couldn’t stop with the affection. You started off the morning by peppering his face with 26 kisses, each kiss symbolizing every 26 years he’s lived.

“This shit make you happy?” he grumbled underneath your affection.

“Very.” You murmured, pressing more kisses all over his face. Then placing your lips ontop of his. A content hum escaping from between the two of you.

A strong arm was wrapped tightly around your waist. Pulling your body on top of his. The musky scent of burnt caramel and smoke instantly overwhelming your senses. “Stay still, I need to give you your birthday kisses.”

“I am being still.” he frowned as you placed the last of the 26 kisses. Your hands placed flat on his chest.

“Clearly not still enough.” You rolled your eyes, your caressing his chest slightly. Your thighs placed on each side of his waist as you mounted him. “So, birthday boy. What’ya got in mind for the big twenty-six?”

“Eh? Same shit I do every year,” he snorted, “being one year older ain’t gonna change anything.” he retorted, his palms now resting on the backs of your thighs.

“You’re no fun!” You shoved at his chest, “seriously, you have no goals at all? Like nothing you want to do before you hit thirty?” you asked, still trying to pry an answer out of him.

“Nah, I’m already amazing at twenty-five.” a sly, smug smile grew on his face.

“Twenty-six.” you corrected.

“Right, twenty-six.” He rolled his eyes. Katsuki didn’t care much about his birthday, much less celebrating it. But if it made you happy, he was willing to put his pride aside for one day.

“I have such a great day planned for you,” you smiled, twirling your finger in his face, “you are all mine today.” You booped his nose.

“Can’t wait.” he replied unenthusiastically.

“You could have a little more enthusiasm, y’know.” you frowned at his expression. “How can someone not like their birthday?”

“Cause’ that boring shit is for extras.” he leaned back on the bed. His hands now resting by his head.

“You’re gonna have to suck it up for today then.” You poked at his chest before he pulled your face closer to his. His lips moving smoothly against yours. He cuts the kiss short, his eyes glinting up to stare at yours.

“So, can I get my birthday gift a little early?” he tilted his head, his palms now spreading on the small of your back.

You took a moment to think about your response. “Hmm, I dunno,” you paused, “you’ve been grumpy all morning.” you crossed your arms.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I’m the birthday boy, I’m allowed to be grumpy.” his eyes gazed up lazily. “C’mon, like you said. It’s my birthday.”

a/n: I’m crying you the birthday son ahahahahhahah so funny ik. I found this while scrolling through my drafts and idk it felt right to post it :p great timing btw cause my birthday was a few days ago

ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴏ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜱɪᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴇʏᴇꜱ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ʀᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ꜱᴄᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇꜱ.

ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ɢᴜʏ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ, ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ.

(🔥):ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴜʏ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱʟɪᴅᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ɪɴ, ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ.

ɪ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ, ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ. ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱɪᴄ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛꜱ.

ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ. ʜᴇ’ꜱ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ- ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴀʟʏᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴀɴᴏɪᴅ. ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ᴄʟɪɴɢᴇʀ.

ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ᴄʟɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʏ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ.

feat. Ken „Draken“ Ryuguji

You know what I think about? About Draken. Like he grew up in a brothel. He saw it first hand, what it is like, the reality to it. Besides the fact that he wasn’t easily swayed with pretty revealing clothes or anything.

Ken was used to that, because he saw women like that everyday. He did not get flustered because he saw cleavage. Draken didn’t care that one girl in front of him extra picked up something so he could‘ve stared.

The fact it was so uninteresting to him, nothing new, nothing he would have never seen. But god help him, when you were around.

I believe, I truly believe when he got a crush, god help him. Mouth is getting dry, he swallows. Maybe even breaking something of his usual hard look. Posture still the same but the hands in his pockets clench. And only because you bend over the table slightly. Just a tiny peak of creamy skin, nothing what should even catch his eye.

It’s a second, he swears just a second when he looks at you. Just before he tries to look somewhere else. He is a tough guy, a good guy. Not having thoughts he shouldn’t. But the yearning just to touch your soft skin has him sweating. And this goes not unnoticed.

„The next time you see her, you asking her out.“ the voice of Mikey rang in his ear, he gave a shrug and a grunt as if he wouldn’t be smitten with you all jener the rough exterior. „There is no need for that and no on asked you for your opinion.“ he shot back as if he wouldn’t care.

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