also your theme eats bb me encanta ♡ — shy anon ♡

tags: baby trapping, toxic relationship lol, slight dubcon (?)

characters: dio, kars, kira, diavolo, doppio, pucci, funny valentine, toru, acca howler

unlike the joestars, i really see them purposely not pulling out for a various of reasons 😭 but let me try and brainstorm really quick....

WEAKEST PULL OUT GAME

doppio - does not have good pull out game, he loses himself too much. i also just really think he loves the way you feel, squeezing around him so much, he's begging to release inside of you. pulling out wasn't even an option in his mind. tap his arm, even telling him to pull out and it'll fall on deaf ears because he's a babbling, hot mess. "i cant- i cant-.. too good!"

toru - loses himself in it so much too. it's not that he can't really pull out, he just doesn't want to and will coax you into letting him finish inside. but, even if he does want to pull out, it's barely and some of his ropes of cum will still find its way inside of you. you're not 100% safe. "please, please let me stay inside. you feel too good–.. i promise it's the only time i'll ask. please.." (it's not the first or last time he'll ask, don't fall for it!!)

diavolo - doesn't want any part of himself in you, even while you're having sex. he doesn't want kids, he already has a daughter and he wants nothing to do with her. he loves the secrecy, he wants to stay on the down low at all times. but the way you pull him in as he fucks you into the mattress makes his body shiver. he wants to pull out so bad, but he can barely do it. he doesn't want to talk about it, don't mention it at all actually.

dio - would baby trap you and convince you that finishing inside is the best way for you to be fully devoted to him. why do you think he has like 5 million kids with different women? he doesn't care if you concieve his child or not, you and so many others. he claims that its his way of marking you as his, you'll always have a piece of him inside of you. he's capable of pulling out to, he just doesn't on purpose!

funny valentine - is kinda 50/50 about it. he wants a traditional family, his offsprings that he can be proud of and live up to his legacy. so he'll finish inside if he has intentions of having a family with you (whether you want to or not). on the other hand, he likes playing it safe to keep himself safe. he's a "if it happens, it happens" kind of guy and he makes the decision simply because he's superior to you.

pucci - has a lot of self control, i think he takes protection pretty seriously when it comes to sex. he likes the cleanliness of being protected, he isn't much for making a big mess when you're intimate together. even if you beg him to spill inside of you, he seriously considers it. "another time, my dear." he tells you in a hushed whisper, pulling out as you feel his spurts landing on your tummy or back insteas.

kira - is similar to pucci where he has some self control and would honestly wear a condom instead of going at it raw. it's the same routine and he has no plans to change it. gets offended even when you ask him to cum inside and take the rubber off. "don't be ridiculous, it feels just as good like this. it always has.." he convinces you. i mean, he does cum "inside" but it's just the condom. you feel how warm he is and his length twitching, but the feeling disappears when he pulls out. safe and clean!

kars - thinks you need to be worthy enough to even recieve his cum inside of you. him fucking you into a pulp is already gracious enough of him to do. he won't cum inside of you, not until you've proven to him that you deserved it. and he's a huge tease, he'll act like he'll give it to you only for him to pull out completely. its cute how whiney you get from such a simple act.

acca howler - is the pull-out guy lmao. he has many experiences with women, he talks and flirts with them all the time. there's not doubt he'll indulge in sleeping around. and that comes with consequences. he doesn't want accidental and surprise baby phone calls from the people he's slept with. even if he does release himself inside, he wants you on the pill (if you have a womb) yknow?

Always here to deliver 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Tags: Gender neutral reader, SFW, possessiveness and fluff (in a way?)

Dio Brando P1

- In Phantom Blood era, marriage for Dio is never about softness - it is about ownership, status, and proof that he has “won” something precious the world wanted to deny him.

- If you are human, he marries you only after you prove you are utterly unafraid of him and his power - someone who chooses him knowing exactly what he is, not a naïve victim. He finds that defiance intoxicating.

- If he is already a vampire, the idea of a “wedding” amuses him at first, until he realizes he likes the symbolism of binding you to him in front of others, like a public declaration that you belong to him forever.

- Setting is Victorian England, so the backdrop is all stone, gaslights, fog, and looming architecture; Dio either takes over a once-noble manor or uses his castle at Windknight’s Lot as the site, turning it into a twisted parody of a proper society wedding.

- The ceremony is at night, lit entirely by candlelight and ornate candelabras, more like a gothic mass than a church wedding: high ceilings, stained glass, shadows pooling around the pews, and a long aisle that feels like walking into a throne room. Everything is arranged to elevate him visually - he sits or stands above everyone, like a king rather than a groom.

- There is likely a trail of subtle menace surrounding the place: guests swear the air feels unnaturally cold, some people swear they saw “something” on the walls, and a few of the servants never show up again after the preparations.

- The guests are a mix of terrified nobles, bought-off social climbers, and hidden monsters; if he is already a vampire, some attendees are his subordinates or zombies dressed in finery, unnervingly still and obedient.

- The officiant is either a corrupt priest he has blackmailed or enthralled, or some “respectable” figure whose cooperation is guaranteed by fear - the man’s hands shake as he opens the book, but he does not dare flee.

- Dio’s “vows” are not tender - he promises to raise you above all others, to make sure you never suffer weakness or poverty, and to destroy anyone who would so much as think of taking you from him. Your part is less about promising love and more about openly choosing him in front of everyone, something he watches for with laser focus.

- You are dressed like a figure out of a painting: layers of lace, corsetry, long gloves, and jewelry that Dio either stole or acquired through dubious means - he likes seeing you drenched in the wealth he clawed his way up to get, as if you wear proof of his rise on your body.

- You are dressed like a figure out of a painting: layers of lace, corsetry, long gloves, and jewelry that Dio either stole or acquired through dubious means - he likes seeing you drenched in the wealth he clawed his way up to get, as if you wear proof of his rise on your body.

- He goes for a sharply tailored Victorian suit or frock coat in black or deep red, with a white cravat or high collar, looking more like an aristocrat or dark prince than a normal groom - everything about his outfit screams control and power rather than softness.

- The rings are heavy, ornate, and expensive, probably bearing an engraved motif like thorns, snakes, or a crest he intends to be your “new” family emblem - an attempt to overwrite the Joestar-like nobility he despises with his own symbol.

- The reception is opulent but uneasy: lavish food, live string music, and dancing that feels like a performance for Dio’s ego - people laugh too quickly and drink too much, because everyone senses they are in the presence of something predatory.

- Dio is startlingly attentive to you in public, almost theatrically gentlemanly - pulling out your chair, kissing your hand, guiding you through the crowd - partly to flaunt you, partly to remind everyone that this is the one person he will not tolerate disrespect toward.

- When you are alone, the tone shifts from grand spectacle to suffocating intimacy: he asks if you regret nothing, stares at you like he is trying to carve you into memory, and tells you that from this night onward, your fate is bound to his - whether that means ruling from the shadows as his human spouse, or eventually becoming something inhuman at his side.

Kars

- Kars sees human marriage as a small ritual compared to his quest for perfection, so if he gives it meaning, it is because he chooses to recognize your bond as something worthy of eternity.

- He frames it less as “till death do us part” and more as “you will stand beside the ultimate being as long as the stars burn,” turning the idea into a declaration that you belong with him beyond any normal lifespan.

- The wedding would be set somewhere that reflects both his ancient Pillar Man origins and his love of beauty: an immense stone temple or natural arena carved into a cliff, lit by moonlight and bioluminescent plants, surrounded by intricate carvings and murals of his people.

- The environment is carefully chosen to be timeless - high arches, ancient stone, a view of the sky so clear you can see the Milky Way - because he wants the place itself to feel like it could exist unchanged for millennia, just like him.

- Kars does not like crowds of humans, so at most, it is a very small gathering: only the other surviving Pillar Men, a few handpicked witnesses, or even just the two of you with the night as your only audience.

- If Esidisi, Wamuu, or Santana are there, Kars treats it as a rare, solemn occasion - they stand as silent witnesses, recognizing you as someone their leader values enough to formally bind himself to.

- Kars keeps his usual regal, almost statuesque look but elevates it: ornamental armor-like pieces, precious metals, and fabrics that echo his tribal and ancient heritage - something that makes him look like a god being crowned rather than a groom.

- Your attire is chosen or designed by him: something that flatters your form and moves beautifully in the wind, decorated with gemstones or motifs that reference his people’s art, making you look like the living embodiment of his “new world” ideal.

- His “vows” are straightforward but overwhelming: he speaks about how he has watched countless humans come and go, yet decided you are the one he will keep by his side as he transcends every boundary of life, evolution, and time.

- Instead of simple rings, there might be a more primal, ancient exchange: carved bands of stone or metal inscribed with Pillar Man symbols, a shared mark on your skin, or a ritual where you both place your hands on an ancient pillar to “record” this union in his people’s history.

- He may let a glimpse of his more monstrous, ultimate side slip through during the ritual - shifting his body in an elegant but terrifying display - to show that he is not hiding what he truly is from you, and that he expects you to accept all of him.

- Rather than a noisy reception, there is a quiet, almost reverent aftermath: walking through the temple grounds or along a cliff’s edge together while Kars explains bits of his long history he has never shared with anyone else.

- He makes it very clear - in word and in the way he touches you, protective and possessive - that from this point on, anyone who threatens you is, in his eyes, challenging the “ultimate life form,” and that is not something he allows to exist for long.

Dio Brando P3

- Dio sees marriage less as a human institution and more as formal proof that you belong to him above any god, Stand, or bloodline, the same way he seized Jonathan’s body and the Joestar fate for himself.

- He is arrogantly certain that no one alive is worthy of standing beside him unless they can endure his world of terror and glory, so the fact that he chooses you becomes another sign of his self-proclaimed “divinity.”

- He frames it as: “Even time itself will stop and witness that you are mine,” tying the idea of marriage to The World and his obsession with power, control, and eternity.

- The ceremony is set inside his Cairo mansion, in a space reshaped to look like a throne room - chapel: towering pillars, darkness broken by red and gold candlelight, and an aisle that leads not to an altar, but to his seat like a sovereign receiving fealty.

- The normal luxury interior is twisted into something decadent and ominous: velvet drapes, polished marble, and strange symbols carved into the floor around where you stand together, making the room feel like both a royal hall and a ritual chamber.

- Almost no one is allowed to witness it; most of his followers are beneath the occasion, and he considers their gaze unworthy of something so “intimate” and “sacred” between you and him.

- At most, a handful of trusted Stand users (like Enya’s ghostly presence in his mind, a tarot-like priest figure, or one or two elite agents) serve as silent witnesses, standing far back as if they’re attending the coronation of an emperor rather than a romantic ceremony.

- Dio leans into a regal, almost divine aesthetic: his already striking, beautiful appearance is embellished with rich fabrics - deep black and gold or blood-red and gold - accentuating that he is something more than human, with jewelry that looks like relics scavenged from dead kings.

- Your clothes are chosen to frame you as the counterpart to his self-styled godhood: dramatic silhouette, luxurious fabric, and an almost altar-offering vibe - something that makes it clear you are the one person elevated to stand at his side rather than kneel.

- Instead of gentle vows, he speaks like a conqueror-king: promising that your name will be etched into the new world he plans to rule, that every moment of history after this belongs to you and him standing above all others.

- As a “wedding ring,” he gives you something symbolic of his power - perhaps a custom accessory tied to The World’s motif, or an artifact marked with his crest - that marks you as untouchable under his protection and wrath.

- For one terrifyingly intimate moment, he stops time and draws you into that frozen world with him, letting you see the universe at a standstill while he murmurs that this silent, motionless eternity is the true witness to your union.

- The “reception” is more of a private audience: a dark feast in the mansion where any subordinate who dares attend must bow to you as well, learning very quickly that harming or disrespecting you is equivalent to challenging Dio himself.

- Later, when the mansion is quiet and Cairo’s streets are still, he likes to stand with you at a window or balcony overlooking the city, one arm around you as he talks about the future world he will reshape, speaking as if this marriage is the first step in rewriting destiny itself.

Kira Yoshikage

- He agrees to marriage only because it fits into his idea of a safe, stable, “normal” cover and because his attachment to you has grown into a craving he wants to lock into routine forever.

- He tells himself it’s practical - socially acceptable, harder for anyone to suspect him if he looks like a devoted spouse - but there is also a possessive undercurrent: the ring and papers are proof that you are his, neatly and legally.

- The ceremony is small and intentionally unremarkable: a tasteful but modest venue in or near Morioh, limited guests, nothing flashy - just enough flowers, music, and decor to look perfectly average in photos, the kind of thing no one remembers the details of.

- He chooses everything to avoid attention: neutral colors, simple arrangements, a short ceremony script, and absolutely no dramatic speeches or over-the-top displays; he wants people to think, “Oh, that was nice,” and then forget it.

- Only a tight circle of people is invited: necessary family, a few coworkers, maybe one or two acquaintances - no one who asks too many questions or likes chaos - the mood is politely warm but slightly stiff.

- Kira is charming but measured, careful not to show too much emotion - he smiles just enough, holds your hand, says the right words, but there is always the sense that he is curating the atmosphere like a perfectly arranged desk.

- Kira goes for a well-tailored suit, likely in light colors or soft tones, impeccably neat, with a tie or accessory that nods to his usual style - something that still makes him look like a refined salaryman blending into the crowd.

- Your outfit is something he quietly encourages: elegant but not loud, flattering yet not so striking that people focus on you for weeks afterward; he wants you to feel beautiful, but also safe inside his carefully built anonymity.

- During the vows, he keeps his voice steady and calm, choosing simple, traditional phrasing; he doesn’t like improvisation, but there are tiny moments - a softened gaze, the way his fingers linger around yours - that betray how intensely he actually feels.

- The rings are simple and classic, comfortable to wear every day; he’s slightly fixated on the way yours sits on your hand, occasionally brushing his thumb over it later like he’s reassuring himself that it’s still there.

- If he’s stressed, he might briefly rub his own ring or adjust his cuff as a grounding gesture, turning the symbols of marriage into part of his controlled, repetitive rituals.

- The reception is short and tidy: a sit-down meal, soft background music, polite conversation - no wild dancing, no drunken speeches - he’s relieved when guests start to leave and the noise level drops.

- His favorite part is when it is finally just the two of you in a quiet room or your new shared home: shoes off, jacket folded, the world shut out while he carefully hangs up his suit and then comes to sit beside you, looking at your ring with a faint, satisfied calm like a puzzle piece finally locked into place.

Diavolo

- He does not see marriage as romance first - it is a control mechanism and a binding, a way to ensure you can never fully leave his orbit, spiritually or practically. He is obsessive, paranoid, and terrified of losing what he has decided is his.

- On some level, he is disgusted by the idea of exposing this vulnerable attachment, so he insists the union be something private, secret, and almost ritualistic - something only you and he fully understand, never the world at large.

- A public wedding is out of the question - too much risk, too many witnesses, too much chaos he cannot predict. Instead, the ceremony feels more like an underworld rite: hidden, controlled, and threaded into his life as Boss of Passione.

- It might take place in a secluded, luxurious but tightly secured location - an old Italian church no longer in public use, a private chapel on an estate, or a candlelit room deep in one of his safehouses, heavy with incense, shadow, and stained glass colors spilling across the floor.

- Almost no one is allowed to attend; the fewer who know, the safer he feels. At most, there is a discreet officiant bound by fear or loyalty, and perhaps one or two trusted subordinates who understand how suicidal it would be to ever mention it.

- Even if his other self, Doppio, is part of your lives, Diavolo keeps the ceremony under his control - if Doppio appears at all, it’s in fragmented, confused pieces, with Diavolo reasserting dominance whenever anything feels too emotional or exposed.

- Diavolo’s attire amplifies his intimidating, almost ritualistic aura: dark, fitted, and expensive, with sharp lines and just enough color or pattern to echo his usual style - something that makes him look like both mafia royalty and an executioner.

- Your outfit is chosen to complement him: dramatic enough to feel ceremonial, but practical enough for a hasty exit if needed - rich fabrics, deep colors, and details that make you look like someone who belongs at the side of a king of the underworld.

- His “vows” are not soft or flowery. He speaks in low, steady words about how you are now tied to him beyond anything the law or church could define, that no one will ever touch what belongs to him without having their future erased.

- King Crimson’s presence hangs over the moment: he might skip tiny slivers of time around the vows so that certain words are heard only by you, never by the officiant or witnesses, as if he is carving out a private dimension just for this bond.

- Instead of simple rings, there might be dual symbols: a ring for the world to see if necessary, and a hidden mark - jewelry worn under your clothes, a scar, or a small shared token only you and he know the meaning of - that anchors you to him in a way no one else can decode.

- The “reception” is just a quiet, tense stillness after everyone else is gone: doors locked, guards posted far away, and Diavolo finally exhaling as the pressure of being seen lifts off his shoulders.

- In private, he is more physically close but still intense - fingers at your throat feeling your pulse, thumb brushing the ring or hidden token, as if reassuring himself that you are real, bound, and not a future he’ll have to erase to stay safe.

Enrico Pucci

- He treats the bond as sacramental before anything else: not just legal or romantic, but a covenant wrapped into his theology and his pursuit of “heaven,” where being with you becomes part of his divinely ordained path rather than a distraction from it.

- There is guilt and tension under the surface - he worries about attachment clouding his duty - so he resolves it by convincing himself that God intended him to walk this path with you, and that your suffering, growth, and love will all be tools for reaching his perfect world.

- The ceremony is held in a chapel - ideally a quiet, old one with high ceilings, stained glass, and the smell of candles and incense - somewhere that feels removed from the world and yet deeply rooted in faith.

- If his status as a priest makes a public wedding impossible or scandalous, he chooses a more private, almost cloistered setting: a side chapel at night, doors locked, only a few trusted witnesses and the presence of the divine as he understands it.

- The guest list is extremely limited: perhaps a few members of the congregation who respect him, or none at all beyond an officiant and you - the atmosphere is reverent, hushed, with more prayerful silence than chatter.

- People who attend feel like they are watching something both beautiful and unsettling - a priest whose faith is palpable exchanging vows that sound less like “happily ever after” and more like promises made under the eyes of a severe, watching heaven.

- Pucci’s attire leans heavily into his religious identity: clerical clothing or a formal dark suit with subtle religious symbols, looking every bit the composed, devout man of God even as he binds himself to you.

- Your outfit is elegant but modest in a way that fits the church setting: clean lines, soft fabrics, and maybe subtle religious or celestial motifs, making you look more like a partner in a pilgrimage than a fairytale spouse.

- His vows are deeply theological: he speaks about walking together through suffering, sin, and grace, about accepting whatever “end” God has set, and about loving you in a way that is supposed to mirror divine love - unyielding, unwavering, sometimes painfully demanding.

- The rings are simple but blessed; he insists on prayers over them, perhaps sprinkling holy water, turning them into tangible symbols of a vow he fully believes is recorded in heaven - and therefore cannot be undone lightly.

- There is an unsettling undercurrent when he mentions the future: he may allude to a time when the world’s gravity will change, when everything will be “made right,” and promises that your soul will be guided through that storm by his hand, even if the path is agonizing.

- The “reception” is subdued: maybe a small meal in a church hall or a quiet walk on the grounds at dusk - he seems relieved that the noisy part is over and is most at ease when it is just you, him, and the sound of distant bells or cicadas.

- In private, he is gentle but intense - fingers tracing your ring, murmuring prayers of thanks and protection over you - as if he is trying to seal this bond not just emotionally but spiritually, so that when he finally reaches his version of heaven, you will be pulled into that orbit with him, whether you are ready or not.

Funny Valentine

- He does not separate love from duty; if he marries you, it is because he believes you can stand beside the “ideal president” and that your bond serves his greater purpose for the nation, not just his heart.

- There is a possessive, patriotic twist to it: you are not just his spouse but a symbol - someone he plans to protect at any cost, even if that means using his Stand or sacrificing countless others to keep you and his dream intact.

- The wedding is formal and steeped in national symbolism: held in a stately building or grand hall, with flags, polished wood, and a layout that feels more like a state function than something out of a romance novel.

- He choreographs everything to project stability and dignity: a carefully chosen officiant, a concise ceremony, no chaos or unpredictability - every moment calculated to say, “This is the union of a leader and someone worthy of standing at his side.”

- Publicly, the guest list includes politicians, military figures, influential families, and carefully vetted media; the mood is patriotic, full of polite applause, and speeches about unity, destiny, and the future.

- Privately, away from the spotlight, the mood shifts; he drops the polished speech pattern and speaks to you in a more honest, intense way, making it very clear that beneath the public story, this is a deeply personal vow he expects to outlast every alternate world he steps through.

- Valentine wears an immaculate formal suit or ceremonial attire echoing his usual striped aesthetic - elegant, old-fashioned, and unmistakably presidential, as if he stepped out of a painting of historical American leaders.

- Your outfit balances prestige and intimacy: refined, tailored, and camera-ready, but with subtle personal touches he insisted on - a color, a brooch, a motif - that marks you as his rather than just an ornament for the cameras.

- His vows are eloquent and heavy with ideals: talk of “standing together through all possible histories,” “defending our shared home,” and “never allowing this country or this bond to fall to misfortune.”

- The wedding rings may incorporate national motifs - stars, stripes, or an emblem - turning your marriage into a symbol of the world he wants to protect - he watches yours slide onto your finger with a look that is equal parts tenderness and strategic satisfaction.

- D4C’s presence is felt like a pressure in the air; there is an unspoken implication that across multiple worlds, he will find you, choose you, and bind himself to you again and again if he has to, because this union has become part of his “correct” timeline.

- The reception has two layers: public toasts and smiles, then a carefully controlled, more intimate gathering with only the most trusted allies, where he relaxes slightly but still keeps one eye on the room and exits.

- When he finally gets you alone, away from cameras and witnesses, he is quietly intense - thumb brushing over your ring, voice low as he tells you that from this point forward, your safety and happiness are woven directly into the fate of the nation he’s willing to warp reality itself to protect.

Toru

- He plays it off like it’s no big deal - “just the next step, right?” - but the fact he agrees to marriage at all means he has quietly decided you are part of the future he wants to drag into his weird, calamity‑ridden orbit.

- There’s a possessive streak under the lazy charm: he likes the idea that you are officially “his person,” someone who will come back to him no matter how many subtle emotional landmines he leaves lying around.

- The wedding skews modern and understated, probably at a trendy but not too flashy venue - rooftop, minimalist hall, or chic restaurant - with lots of glass, warm lighting, and indie music that makes everything feel a bit like a Pinterest board come to life.

- On the surface, it is relaxed and stylish: fairy lights, simple floral arrangements, maybe a small live band - underneath, there are little glitches - minor accidents, weird timing, a glass shattering at the exact wrong moment - that feel like the universe tripping over itself around you two.

- The guest list is small but curated: some coworkers, a few old “friends,” people who know Toru as the vaguely unreliable but charming guy, not as someone tied to disaster itself.

- The vibe is casual, conversational, and just slightly off - people laugh and drink and post aesthetic stories, but a few guests leave with the inexplicable feeling that something about the night was…odd, like they brushed against bad luck and got away in time.

- Tooru goes for effortless cool: a well‑cut suit or semi‑formal outfit that looks like he barely tried but somehow nailed; his hair styled just enough to look good in photos without losing that “I woke up like this” charm.

- Your outfit matches the modern, airy vibe - clean lines, flattering silhouette, maybe unconventional details (colors, patterns, or accessories) that make you look like the main character of an artsy romance film.

- His vows are deceptively simple and honest‑sounding - talking about how you “make life interesting” and how he “doesn’t want anyone else at the end of the day” - but there’s a slightly unsettling subtext of, “You’re the one I want, so that’s how it is.”

- He slips in private comments only you can really parse, little callbacks to things you went through together that no one else would understand, using inside jokes to mask how intensely he’s actually tying himself to you.

- You can almost feel Wonder of U lingering at the edges of the day, not doing anything overt, but making certain mishaps occur with too-perfect timing - someone nearly tripping, a light flickering at a key line - as if the Stand is watching and acknowledging this bond.

- The reception is more like a long hangout than a formal party: drinks, chatting, some dancing if the mood strikes; Toru drifts in and out of conversations but always circles back to you, hand at your waist or fingers laced with yours, like he’s making sure no one pulls you too far away.

SYPNOSIS. They spend their lives saving the world, but with you, they finally get to let their guard down. 

FEATURING, Ochaco Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, Toru Hagakure, Nejire Hado

TAGS: timeskip au, s/o is female, suggestive content (18+),

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ochaco.uraraka 🍡

Ochaco kisses like gravity itself has shifted—sweetly, warmly, and with the power to make you feel weightless.

There's always this moment before she kisses you where she gets this look on her face—determined but soft, like she's making an important decision. Her cheeks flush that pretty pink that matches her hero costume, and she bites her lip (which is incredibly distracting), working up the courage even though you've kissed hundreds of times before. Because Ochaco never takes this for granted, never assumes, always treats each kiss like it's something special.

"Come here," she'll say softly, and there's that slight accent that gets stronger when she's emotional, when she's feeling things deeply. Her hands come up to cup your face, and her palms are warm, slightly rough from training but gentle in their touch. She stands on her tiptoes (even though she hates being reminded of her height), and then her lips are on yours and suddenly nothing else matters.

Ochako's kisses are sweet and genuine, just like her. There's no pretense, no games—just honest affection that she pours into every press of her lips. She kisses you like you're precious, like you're important, like you matter more than anything else in her world. Her lips are soft and taste faintly of the strawberry chapstick she always carries, and they move against yours with enthusiastic tenderness.

When she deepens the kiss, when her tongue slides against yours, there's sometimes this flutter in your stomach—literal weightlessness as her quirk activates unconsciously. Your feet leave the ground just slightly, and she makes this embarrassed sound against your lips, immediately releasing her quirk and bringing you back down.

"Sorry, sorry!" she gasps, pulling back just enough to speak, face burning red. "I didn't mean to—you just make me feel so much that I—"

You kiss her again to stop her apology, and she melts into it, smiling against your lips. Because the truth is, you love when she does that, love the physical manifestation of how much you affect her, love floating in her arms like you're defying the laws of physics just by loving each other.

When Ochako really gets into kissing you, when her initial shyness gives way to confidence, she's devastating. Her kisses become more assured, more passionate. Her tongue strokes against yours with increasing boldness, and her hands slide from your face into your hair, fingers threading through the strands as she pulls you closer. She makes these soft, breathy sounds that make your heart race, little sighs and hums that tell you exactly how much she's enjoying this.

She's stronger than people give her credit for—all that training, all those hours perfecting her fighting style—and she uses that strength to hold you close, to press against you until there's no space between your bodies. When you run your hands down her sides, she shivers and kisses you deeper, her tongue dancing with yours in a rhythm that makes your head spin.

Sometimes when she's really lost in the moment, she'll activate her quirk on purpose, making you both float as she kisses you breathless. There's something incredibly romantic about it—kissing while suspended in air, gravity holding no power over you, nothing existing except the two of you and the feeling of her lips on yours. She'll spin you both slowly, her arms wrapped around your neck, her smile bright and beautiful when she pulls back to look at you.

"I love you," she whispers, and there's wonder in her voice, like she still can't quite believe she gets to say that, gets to have this, gets to have you. "I love you so much."

And then she's kissing you again, floating or grounded, it doesn't matter—because with Ochaco, you're always weightless, always falling, always caught in the gravity of her affection. Her kisses are like coming home, like safety and warmth and the kind of love that makes you believe in heroes all over again.

When you finally touch back down to earth (literally and figuratively), she's grinning that beautiful smile that scrunches her nose, eyes bright with happiness, cheeks flushed, and she looks at you like you hung the moon and stars just for her. And you'd do it too, if she asked. You'd do anything for Ochaco Uraraka and her gravity-defying kisses.

Getting caught making out with Toru, Mina and Nejire

A/n: To be fair, some of the masterlists being empty isn't because I haven't got any requests for them, but more because I thought it would be a good idea to introduce more fandoms while still doing a lot of older requests (it was not). Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy!

Toru Hagakure

"C'mon, Y/N, it's not like anyone's gonna see us!"

"...I think that's easier for you to say than me, Toru."

You and Toru have just finished training for the day. With your bones aching, you and her were looking for a way to relax. When she dragged you to her room, you assumed Toru wanted to cuddle with you. However, your girlfriend's idea of "relaxing" turned out to be a lot more carnal in nature than most people.

Your train of thought is thrown off its rails by Toru's lips suddenly crashing into yours, her arms wrapping around your neck. You want to complain, but her lips are so soft that you can't help but kiss back. Toru pulls back from the kiss, a semi-transparent string of saliva hangs between you both.

"T-Toru, don't you think it's a little unfair for you to kiss me out of nowhere when I can't even see you?"

"Huh? Are you saying you don't like it?"

Even if you can't physically see her frown, the way her shoulders lower in disappointment is enough to make you give in.

"I guess...I don't mind it."

This is enough to make her immediately perk up again.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure it feels good for you too!"

"How s-"

This time you're cut off by Toru giving you a light nip on your shoulder. You have to put a hand over your mouth just to hide the moan from your classmates in the adjacent dorm rooms. Toru plants more and more hickeys around your neck, a red spot appearing out of thin air each time, as if they'd been left by a ghost. Her invisible hand gently guides yours from your mouth towards her chest as she runs her other hand down your torso.

"Is it ok if I kiss you again?"

As soon as you nod, Toru wraps her arms around your torso and the back of your head. She presses her lips to yours once more, her tongue slipping into your mouth and playfully sliding against your tongue.

Just as you close your eyes and start to immerse yourself in the moment, Kirishima bursts into the room.

"Hey, Y/N! Iida wanted me to tell you dinner's ready and-"

You and Kirishima stare silently at each other. You assume Toru is doing the same, but it's hard to know exactly where she's looking. At moments like this, you're slightly glad to have an invisible girlfriend. It's easier to hide the fact you were making out if no one can see her lips against yours, allowing you to play it off as a simple hug.

At least, you would be able to, if it weren't for the spots Toru left on your neck just moments before Kirishima entered. Spots that are currently as red as the boy's hair...and his face.

"I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"

Kirishima bows then quickly exits the room, shutting the door behind him. You can just barely hear him say something about being "so not manly" on the other side as he walks away.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I guess I forgot to lock the door."

"I-It's fine, Toru, but...is it ok if we just cuddle now? The mood's sort of gone for me now. That, and my body's still pretty sore from training."

"Of course!"

Toru pulls you down to the bed and cuddles into your chest. All the while, you can't help but think about how useful her ability to disappear would be right about now.

Mina Ashido

"Hey, Y/N! Check it out! Look how well I did!"

Mina proudly shoves her test result in your face. 75/100. Not the worst score imaginable, but between her statement and her wide smile, you'd think she got a perfect score. Though, in Mina's case, even this was a massive accomplishment for her.

Your girlfriend's intelligence, or lack thereof, isn't exactly a secret to you...or anyone in the class. After all, she did score the second lowest on the class's mid-terms. You tried time and again to get Mina to study, from withholding affection from her to bribing her with okra and natto, all to no avail. After your last attempt failed, you were all out of ideas. That was, until you came up with a last-ditch effort the day before a test.

"Hey, Mina. If you pass our next exam, I'll make out with you."

Honestly, you weren't fully serious when you said it, but from the way Mina's face lit up and immediately ran to her room to start cramming, she clearly didn't get the memo. You thought nothing of it at first, believing she'd only fail again and you'd have to coddle her to cheer her up (which isn't the worst way to spend an afternoon). What you didn't expect was for her to not only pass, but to get a pretty decent grade as well.

And so, here you are, with Mina in your room within minutes of receiving her score and eagerly awaiting her prize. You want to turn her down, to tell her that it was just a joke. But, considering this is the first idea of yours that's actually worked, you decide it's best to keep her in the dark for now.

You put your hands on your girlfriend's shoulders and press a kiss to her lips. She gives a light blush at first, one that's barely noticable against her pink skin, before passionately kissing back. Her tongue plays against yours, and as it does, you taste a slightly acidic tang coming from it. You'd assume this added flavour was a mere accident, if it weren't for the cheeky grin your girlfriend is currently giving you.

"How d'you like my new ultimate move, sweetie?"

Mina pulls away from the kiss to run her tongue down your neck. As she does, her tongue leaves behind the same taste of acid as she did on your tongue, as if she's marking you as her territory with her unique scent.

You run your hands through Mina's hair, while she decides to move her hands much lower down your body to your hips. If her words or her smile hadn't given away just how excited she was to claim her reward, her current fervent behaviour certainly did.

"Mind if I have another taste?"

Mina suddenly slips her tongue into your mouth again, making you stumble and instinctively move your hands from her hair to her horns to catch your balance. This causes her to let out a small moan into your mouth. Though, from the way it only makes her press harder against you instead of retreating, you get the idea she's into it.

Just as her tongue presses against yours once more, Sero enters your room without knocking, looking over his shoulder at something.

"Hey, Y/n. You should come see how angry Bakugo is getti-"

He cuts himself when he looks over to see you two making out. He completely forgets what he was talking about before to focus on you both. He puts a finger to his chin with a teasing grin.

"I didn't catch you two lovebirds at a bad time, did I?"

Rather than being embarrassed even slightly, Mina only goes along with his antics, putting an arm around your shoulders with a closed eye smile.

"What's the matter? Never seen a couple of cuties in love before?"

Sero waves his hand and goes to leave the room.

"Alright, I'll leave you alone for now. But seriously, you should check this out. It's hilarious!"

Sero exits your dorm, leaving you the only one flustered by what just occurred. After a few seconds of blushing, you come to a realisation and turn towards Mina.

"...Mina, did you forget to lock the door behind you?"

"Hey, I didn't mean to. It was an accident! Now, c'mon, are we gonna keep going or what?"

"Y-You seriously want to keep going?"

"Of course! I can't just throw my reward away after working so hard to earn it, can I?"

"...You're lucky you're cute."

Mina sticks out her tongue in a teasing gesture...then slips it into your mouth. You should probably come up with some other reward for next time.

Nejire Hado

"Hey, hey, you did great out there, cuddle bug! I couldn't keep my eyes off of you!"

"Y-Yeah, I know, my blueberry. I had to warn you about an incoming attack, like, three different times."

You and Nejire had just finished a shift as part of your internship at Ryukyu's agency. You managed to take down a tough villain, and to celebrate, Nejire pulled you into her dorm room before you even had a chance to change out of your hero costumes.

She simply gives a chuckle and a smile at your comment.

"Well, I think I know a way to make it up to you."

"What do you have in mi-"

Nejire cuts you off by ramming her lips into yours. Due to her high amount of energy, she almost always uses just a little too much force when kissing you. Although, the soft feeling of her lips and her body pressed against yours is usually enough to make up for it.

Nejire swirls her tongue against yours, almost in a similar manner to her Quirk. Then, it starts moving side to side, as if her curious nature has taken over and wants to explore every part of your mouth. This continues all the way up until you struggle to breathe and have to pull back for air, though Nejire still looks completely fine when you do.

"Hey, hey, are you ok, cuddle bug?"

"I-I'm fine, j-just need some air."

"Oops, I'm sorry, cuddle bug. I didn't go overboard again, did I?"

"A little, but...it's what I love about you, my blueberry."

Nejire's smile widens as she holds your hand in yours.

"Thanks, cuddle bug, I love you too! That's why I want to do this."

Nejire suddenly pulls your hand toward her breast. This alone would usually be enough to make you blush, but the way her skintight bodysuit clings to her form and accentuates her curves only makes it all the more flustering.

Just as you're about to say something Nejire suddenly wraps her arms around you and pushes you onto her bed. She plants her hands on either side of you, pinning you down, your hand still grabbing her chest.

"N-Nejire, what are you doing?"

"Hey, hey, we're both adults now, and we're almost at graduation, so this is ok, right?"

Nejire has a habit of making things most people would find dirty sound completely innocent, which ironically only somehow makes you blush even more when she says them.

"I-I guess, but-"

Nejire presses her mouth to yours once more, the pure pleasure of the feeling makes you too light-headed to argue any further. You start taking off your own hero costume to take your make out session to the next level when Tamaki walks in with his head down.

"N-Nejire, Mirio sent me to ask you if you w-wanted to train togeth-"

Tamaki looks up at you two about to do it, and his body tenses up and starts trembling.

"I...I wanna go home..."

Tamaki turns and quickly laves the room, causing Nejire to get up and call after him.

"Hey, hey, Amajiki, wait up!"

Nejire goes to follow him, then remembers what she was doing just before and looks back at you.

"I should go deal with him, but we'll continue as soon as I'm done, ok, cuddle bug?"

HUH...? PLAYLIST??

class 1a and their music taste

tw: my opinion

"guys.. i just got the most awesomest idea ever" kaminari exclaims as climbs up onto the couch in the common room, "lets make a playlist together!!"

"a playlist? thats actually a pretty good idea.." jiro replied "and awesomest isnt a word, dimwit"

gorillaz,panchiko,mgmt

denki kaminari's music taste developed heavily throughout the school year (he used to listen to white boy pop), a lot of the music he likes is from jiro, at first he listened to panchiko, gorillaz etc to impress her but he ended up liking them too, jiro still thinks hes faking ♡

lil hero, ayesha erotica, prime doja

mina ashido's music taste is centered around girly hyperpop, it keeps her moving and energizes her when she wants to breakdance, or when she wants to lift her/others moods. shes very accepting of all music taste's but she tends to make little jokes here and there about sad music ♡

sombr, gracie abrams, katseye...

mineta. he invited himself to the playlist, nobody wanted him to be there nor did they want him to add any music (except for sero and kami they vouched for him) they got rid of all the songs he added later

nujabes, king geedorah, dean blunt

shoji is calm and collected, his music taste reflects his personality, he prefers instrumentals and calm music ♡

king krule,mf doom,earl sweatshirt

katsuki bakugo likes british rap, but not british drill like central cee dont be mistaken, he likes artists like king krule. he often plays songs by these artists on the drums, he never, ever plays the drums for anybody else ♡

newjeans,illit,fifty fifty

ochako uraraka loves kpop!! her and hagakure meet up after school and chit chat inside hagakure's dorm with ochakos playlist in the background (ochako's playlist isn't actually on her phone, she has to borrow hagakure's whenever she wants to listen to music because her phone doesn't have music facilities) ♡

wave to earth, foo fighters, deftones

kirishima eijiro's music taste is very diverse, he could listen to literally anything, even country. he's like the guy to go to if you want someone to listen to this cool new song you found, he'll listen and he'll instantly add it to his 45 hour long playlist ♡

the official hero guide podcast

izuku midoriya doesn't listen to much music ♡

panchiko, paramore, linkin park

kyoka jiro loves music, her music taste isn't diverse but she likes indulging in different genres like kirishima does, but only because she feels like she needs to be open minded if she wants to advance in her music journey ♡

miyagi michio,goro yamaguchi,joe hisaishi

momo yaoyorozu's music taste reflects her expensive taste, she enjoys traditional japanese artists, but she is very open minded and has no complaints when listening to a different genre ♡

@saharascreams™

[ featuring ] ― toru oikawa

[ tags / warnings ] ― f!reader , fluff , established relationship , dramatic oikawa , praise-seeking behavior , teasing , lovestruck idiot syndrome , iwaizumi suffering in the background

oikawa had just finished one of the best matches of the season.

he was sweaty, exhausted, and running entirely on adrenaline as he jogged over to where you were standing in the crowd. aoba johsai had won, he’d pulled off several impossible serves, and he was already waiting for the praise he knew was coming.

except it didn’t.

No witty remarks, no playful winks, just stoic expressions and meaningless words.

Of course it had begun to worry you. The way he’d walk with slumped shoulders, eye bags adorning his pretty face. And it hurt you the most because you didn’t know what to say, what to do to make him feel better.

Because Oikawa Toru didn’t believe in venting, in opening up. He caged everything inside himself. Maybe he’d whine, complain. But all was said with a pout on his face with a teasing tone. So it was very unlikely to see him so down.

You and Iwaizumi being his best friends, did everything in your power for him to just say something, you less meaner than Iwa but you get the point.

For what seemed like the umpteenth time you walk yourself into him and Iwa’s apartment. It’s quiet and so glum. Something so unfamiliar from an apartment that’s always filled with light and laughter.

You pout, moving to open some blinds and windows. You immediately pause at the sound of shuffling.

You perk up, walking down the hallway and you hear it.

A muffled sob.

Your whole body tenses.

Oikawa sounds so broken. You can tell he’s doing his best to stop it all from coming out. But he’s already fallen apart and it won’t stop. You gnaw at your lip.

“Toru?” You whisper, you can hear a small gasp, his struggled hiccups. The door creaks open, but he isn’t facing it.

“What?” He questions like he wasn’t just sobbing his soul away.

“What’s wrong?” You say tenderly, doing your best to be gentle with him in his fragile state. He doesn’t reply and you reach for his hand, lacing ur pinky with his, tugging it.

“You know I’ll always be here for you.” You coo. He finally turns to you and he looks like a mess. Yet your eyes soften.

Oikawa thinks only you have ever looked at him like this. With such tenderness and adoration, even when he looks like complete shit. Because what Oikawa doesn’t know is you’ve loved him for so long and you’d do anything to help him feel even a little better.

“Let’s lay down hm?” You pull him to his bed, he immediately sits down, pulling a pillow in between his body, holding it tightly.

“You don’t wanna talk about it?” You glance at him, moving to brush his bangs out of his face. He sighs shakily, eyes beet red.

“I’m just, so tired. I feel so lost and this week has just been so stupidly shitty—and I even got a pimple!” He pouts, pointing to his forehead.

You internally light up at the way he seems to be talking freely, his eyes gaining that small glint as usual. You giggle.

“We can get that pimple treated really easily you know. Don’t worry your pretty little head off.” You narrow your eyes playfully. He smiles, it doesn’t fully reach his eyes, but it’s a smile.

“I know you like over working yourself, no matter how much shit me and Iwa give you. But be easy on yourself, you’re human like the rest of us and we all deserve a break.” You look at him sympathetically. He looks like a scolded puppy, fiddling with his hands.

“So why don’t you get some sleep. Make tomorrow a chill day. Just. Relax. No doing anything.”

“What’re you holding me captive?” His lips quirk up.

“I will if I have too.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad actually.” He grins, you playfully roll your eyes.

“Alright come on go to sleep.” You brush his hair once again. Before you could even stand up he speaking quickly.

“C-Could you stay?” You smile, humming in affirmation. He falls against his fluffy pillow and you do too.

“Thank you. Really.” He says softly, eyes locked on the pillow you’re laying on.

“Of course Toru.” You smile. He smiles back at you yet his eyes slowly fall close. His soft breathing soothing you to sleep.

The girls basically corner and attempt to interrogate him on how long he's been able to see hagakure perfectly and what he was thinking and stuff like that.

I say attempt because he's not intimidated at all, and if anything is kinda amused. Hell, one of his answers is about Hagakure's expressions and how he finds them adorable, and when asked about why he never told anyone anything, he gives a confused look and answers by saying "none of you ever asked?" Saying it like it was such an obvious answer to what they'd asked.

Lol brother is genuinely confused

[The girls of Class 1-A had formed what could only be described as a wall. Uraraka stood front and center, hands on her hips, Mina leaned in from the side, eyes sparkling with predatory curiosity, Momo tried—and failed—to look composed while clearly panicking internally, Tsuyu observed silently, eyes narrowed, Jiro crossed her arms, tapping her foot.]

[And somewhere in the middle of all of it was Hagakure. Y/N, meanwhile, blinked at the semi-circle surrounding him, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed. “…So,” Mina said, dragging the word out.]

Mina: You wanna explain?

Y/N: Explain what?

[Y/N asked cheerfully. Uraraka slapped her hands on the desk between them.]

Uraraka: DON’T PLAY DUMB.

Y/N: I’m not?

Jiro: We know you can see Hagakure.

[Y/N’s eyes slid—very deliberately—to where Hagakure was standing.]

Y/N: Oh. Yeah.

Mina: YEAH?!

[Mina screeched while Momo flushed red.]

Momo: H-How long?!

[Y/N hummed thoughtfully.]

Y/N: Since the first day, I guess.

[“THE FIRST DAY?!” Uraraka yelped. Tsuyu croaked softly.]

Tsuyu: That’s… a very long time, ribbit.

Hagakure: Y-Y/N?! You’ve seen me this whole time?!

[He smiled, completely unbothered by the chaos he was causing. “Mm-hm.” Mina grabbed his shoulders and shook him.]

Mina: WHAT DID YOU THINK?! SEEING A NAKED GIRL ALL THE TIME?!

[Y/N didn’t even flinch. He just waited until she stopped. “…Mostly,” he said slowly.]

Y/N: that Toru has really expressive eyes.

[…Huh?” Jiro said. He looked toward Hagakure again, smiling softly.]

Y/N: Like when you’re excited, your eyebrows do that little thing? And when you’re embarrassed, you scrunch your nose. It’s adorable.

Hagakure: E-EEEEEE?!

Uraraka: THAT’S what you noticed?!

[Momo covered her mouth, flustered beyond belief.]

Momo: Y-You weren’t… staring?!

[Y/N frowned slightly, genuinely confused.]

Y/N: That’d be rude.

[Mina stared at him like he was a cryptid.]

Mina: You are not normal.

Tsuyu: Agreed, ribbit.

Jiro: Then why didn’t you tell anyone?

Y/N:…Why would I?

[The girls collectively leaned in. Y/N tilted his head, thinking hard.]

Y/N:…None of you ever asked?

[He said it so plainly. So sincerely. Like the answer had been obvious the entire time. Uraraka slowly turned to Mina.]

Uraraka: I hate him.

Mina: I respect him.

[Mina said faintly. Hagakure, meanwhile, was making panicked invisible motions, hands flailing.]

Hagakure: Y-YOU COULD’VE SAID SOMETHING!

[Y/N looked back at her, puzzled but gentle.]

Y/N: You seemed happy. I didn’t wanna make it weird.

[Hagakure let out a muffled, high-pitched scream and bolted down the hallway. The girls stared after her then back at Y/N a few seconds later. Momo sighed deeply.]

Momo: You are… astonishingly dense.

[He smiled, completely unfazed.]

Y/N: I get that a lot.

Tsuyu: He’s not lying, ribbit.

[Mina crossed her arms, smirking.]

Mina: You’re never living this down.

[He chuckled, amused more than anything.]

Y/N:…Still don’t see what the big deal is.

[From down the hall, Hagakure shouted out.]

Hagakure: IT'S A HUGE DEAL, Y/N!!!

Y/N:…Huh.