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turns out the mha boys make pretty good fathers.
— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: f!reader, established relationship, fluff, pet names, kids LOL
authors note: i missed writing these
word count: around 450-570 for each
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
“i love you.” your husband whispered, placing a kiss on your neck. it was nothing sexual, rather something similar to a relevant secret shared through the wind’s breeze.
you giggled, hands combing through his hair as his breath ghosted over your skin. it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to wake up this way. your husband lips on your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear in a way that recharged you more than eight hours of sleep could.
“can’t we just stay like this all day?” he muttered. his grip on your hips tightened as he leaned closer to your body. you could feel the smile on his lips against the crook of your neck.
you ruffled his rose dyed hair and sighed, “eiji, baby, you know we can’t. the gir—”
and like most mornings, your moment of bliss was cut short. “MOMMY! DADDY!” a shrieking voice exclaimed from the near distance.
eijiro peaked up at you and you shot him a knowing look back.
before either of you had time to move your bedroom door creaked open and in came mei and hana; your four and seven year old daughters.
“DADDY!” mei, the younger of the two, ran up to the edge your queen bed, hands splayed over your covers as she attempted to lift herself up.
eijiro peeked himself from you and sat up. he immediately picked her up, large hands on either side of her torso as he lifted her high. “good morning my beautiful girls!” mei giggled as eijiro brought her close, drowning her face in affectionate kisses.
hana followed close behind her, arms crossed as she found a spot on your side of the bed. “were you guys kissing?” she asked, face displaying a not-so-pleasant expression.
your eyes widened momentarily before you hooked your arm around hana’s and pulled her close. “what? of course not.” you laid a firm, cradling hand on the back of her head and tilted her head down, placed a sweet kiss on the crown of her head. “how’d you two sleep?” you redirected the conversation, giving your husband a playful sideway glance before bringing your focus back to the young girls.
“awesome!” mei’s hands shot up as she excitedly bounced in eijiro’s lap. you always wondered how that girl always had so much energy in the morning. “in my dream, daddy let us have ice cream before school!”
a breath escaped your nose as you tilted your head, “really?” you asked.
you could already imagine the conversation the two girls had before entering your room: hana coaxing mei into asking for ice cream for breakfast, telling her to bat her eyelashes and give dad that sweet smile that she knew he always folded to.
“yup!” mei chirped innocently.
you held back a laugh and putting on a serious ‘mommy face’, your brows furrowed, ready to tell the girls that ice cream wasn’t something you eat for breakfast. but when you glanced over at eijiro, you only found a grin that mirrored mei’s.
“mommy, can we really have ice cream for breakfast?” hana asked, hand clutching onto your wrist as she also attempted to bat her eyelashes at you.
“yeah, can we?” eijiro joined in, smiling face undeniably charming under the sun's morning glow.
you sighed, shaking your head. but there was a smile creeping up on your lips. “alright. what flavor do we want?”
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
“guys! we’re going to be late!” you shouted.
it was a beautiful sunny day in musutafu, which wasn’t rare alone. what was rare was the fact that you and denki are both off of work. and it being a weekend meant the kids had no school. so, beautiful day plus no work and no school equals family outing!
but you wouldn’t be able to have a fun family outing if you couldn’t even leave the house on time.
with your youngest son— kenji, who recently turned two years old —hoisted up on your hip, you walked over to your six year old twin daughters’, emi and mio, bedroom.
the door was slightly open. you could hear soft giggles coming from one of the girls and the quiet murmur of your husband's voice.
quietly, you pushed the door open. you are met with the familiar shine of your daughters’ sunflower painted bedroom walls— which was nearly blinding on a sunny day like this. there were a couple of articles of clothing scattered across the light brown wooden floor.
denki was politely sitting in the middle of the room, legs crossed over each other and his back facing you.
“i think kenji was wearing a blue shirt like this!” denki held up a light blue shirt to mio’s chest. it had a flying dolphin printed on the front and ruffles along it’s perimeter.
mio grinned, hovering her hands over the shirt as her eyes glistened in admiration. “i like it.” her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
emi on the other hand was bouncing on her bed without a single care for the dolphin decorated shirt. she hopped off her mattress and approached denki, “but mommy is wearing a pink shirt! i wanna wear a pink shirt too!” her face scrunched up, as well as her hands, as she stomped her foot.
mio glanced at her sister with a judging look and denki just laughed. he took both emi’s hands, unraveling her fist and squeezing her palms. “you can’t match with mommy because i’m matching with her.” i pointed at his light pink shirt unapologetically, “see?”
emi’s eyes grew wide and— “BU— BUT WHY CAN’T I MATCH WITH HER TOO?!” she cried out, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to spill out.
“denki!” you stepped into the room and your husband immediately whipped his head around, guilt written all over his face. he jolted up as you walked past him and to emi. you crouched down to her level, and using the hand that wasn’t holding up kenji, you wiped the single tear that had fallen down her cheek. “hey, hey,” you shushed. “you can wear pink to match with me, okay? don’t listen to daddy.”
emi’s expression was quick to change, “yay! i’m matching with mommy! i’m matching with mommy!” she cheered and ran to the dresser, already looking for a shirt to replace the one denki had previously picked out for her.
you smiled and turned to pat mios head, silently thanking her for behaving, before standing back up to face your husband.
you adjusted kenji on your hip and brought your eyes up to denki’s golden ones. “really?” you prodded.
“what?” denki smirked, slipping a sly hand on your hip as he leaned close to your ear. “you’re still mine, right?”
you scoffed as he placed a kiss on the outer shell of your ear.
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
you pretended to not hear the soft click that came from the front door of your house as you silently finished drying off the dishes. maybe if you stayed quiet enough he wouldn’t notice; he wouldn’t pester you about it.
but you knew better.
“babe? where are you?” hanta called out. you listen as you hear the telling sounds of him taking off his boots, then his jacket, and finally putting his duffel bag down.
you remain still and silent.
“y/n? baby?” he calls again. after a second he finds his way into the dimly lit kitchen where you were standing. immediately, his voice drops from the sweet tone it was previously dripped into something more serious. “y/n.” he deadpans.
your body stiffens as you hear him step toward you. “i can explain…” you bite your lip as hanta comes up behind you, head falling onto your shoulder.
he hands climb up to your stomach, caressing the eight month old bump that laid heavily attached to your body. “explain why my very pregnant wife is doing the dishes when i specifically told her i’d take care of it?” his tone is low. he isn’t mad but it was clear he wasn’t joking either. “come on sweetheart. doctor says you shouldn’t be doing this stuff. that’s what your husband is for.” he murmured, rubbing his nose against your neck. hanta was unable to hide his affection for you, even when he was ’upset’.
you titled your head back in his direction, accepting his warmth. “but hanta, i can’t just sit here and do nothing.” you whined, “it’ll kill me.”
it was true. laying in bed all day made you feel uncomfortable and stiff; your legs aching, and your back hurting.
the only thing that could keep your mind off the pulsing pain was work. but of course hanta didn’t agree with that.
“you’re killing me.” hanta whined back. he lifted his head, placing a kiss on the back of your head before saying, “come on, let’s get you two to bed.” he caressed your belly once more and you sighed.
“fine.”
“don’t get all moody with me.” he teased and gave you another kiss, this one being sloppier and on your cheek. “want a foot rub ma?” he asked.
“god, yes. please.” you falter.
“come on then.” he takes you by the shoulders and guides you towards your shared bedroom.
when he flicks on the lights, rina— your four year old daughter —groaned softly. after a second she flipped over and sighed, seemingly falling back asleep.
“she’s been out since ten.” you whispered.
“yeah?” hanta nods as he seats you down on the bed. he moves to your closet to change into his pajamas.
you push the loose strands of hair laid on rina’s forehead back. her hair has been in dutch braids for two days, hanta having done it during a family movie night after endless pleading. and because she had asked politely and ate all her vegetables, hanta complied. (but your sure if she didn’t do either of those things hanta would still do it)
hanta appeared at the foot of the bed, tapping your foot. you position your legs on top of his lap and he lets out a content sigh as his hands move to message your feet with slow and intricate motions that were so full of love. “she’s so well behaved. we got lucky.” he says quietly.
“or maybe she got it from me?”
hanta lifts your leg up to kiss your ankle. “yeah, probably.” he smiles. “but this one?” his eyes fall on your bump and it’s as if his eyes are reflecting a sparkling night sky. “he’s gonna take after his daddy.”
you laugh at your husband's reference to himself as ‘daddy’ and let your head fall back onto the pillow as he pressed small circles into the soles of your feet, feeling the most comfortable you have all day.
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
“hey babe, did you buy food for kumo?” you yelled from behind the kitchen counter. you bend down, searching through the grocery bags that were spread throughout the kitchen floor.
hitoshi emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his wet lavender hair. “‘course i did. what kind of father would i be if i didn’t?” he titled his head as he rubbed focused on one side of his head.
“the same father you were last week.” you said through gritted teeth, rolled your eyes as you stood up.
he scoffed. “can’t find it?”
you shook your head.
hitoshi dropped his towel onto his shoulder and walked into the kitchen. he crouched down, skimming through the bags like you had been moments earlier.
he searched through one bag, then moved to another, then another. you watched with your hands on your hips, an amused expression painted on your face.
then hitoshi coughed, “hey— uh, y/n?” he hands slowed down, but didn’t stop.
“yeah?” your brows furrowed at his unsure tone. “what? don’t tell me you forgot it.” you squatted down besides him to look again. but before you could touch the bag hitoshi spoke again.
“no, no. it’s not that. i know i bought it.” he shook his head. “it’s.. something else.”
you were more confused now. “what is it?”
hitoshi sucked in a breath through his nose and looked at you. “can we.. have another one?”
your mouth immediately fell open. “what?“
“look. i know we said we’d only have one, but kumo is lonely. did you know that? she practically cried every night for company.”
“babe that’s— i…” being too dumbfounded to form a proper sentence, you close your mouth and think.
“please?”
it wasn’t normal for hitoshi to get like this, all pleading and desperate.
“toshi… can we really handle that right now?” you said cautiously. you didn’t want to get his hopes up, but seeing the way he was so persistent and seemed to mostly want this for kumo’s benefit, you couldn’t shut the idea down just yet.
“why not?” his brows raised in reason. there was a glint of something in his eye, something that showed that he knew he’d already won.
but before you could confirm your decision, kumo crawled into the kitchen. she stopped at the bags near the archways threshold, sniffling them before skipping to the bags near the oven. she smelt the bag, then pawed at it. the bag folded under the weight and out rolled a can of cat tuna. a low purr rumbled from kumo’s throat.
“kumo, you’re a genius.” hitoshi shuffled towards the oven and opened the can of tuna, letting kumo eat straight from it as he pet her. “great older sibling material.” he pointed out, glancing towards you briefly as he continued to pet her spotted head. “kumo! you're getting a little sibling!” he crooned, taking both his hands to run her hands over her ears and then scratch her chin.
you swore there him and his cat antics would be the death of you.
Law and his tattoos are a unique piece of art
Yes, I look at them respectively and dreamily! Who doesn't? Right?
I've got no shame!
Hello!! I just want to say before I request anything that I absolutely ADORE your writing. You’ve quickly become one of my favorite writers! I’m constantly checking to see if you’ve posted LOL please keep it up! <3
if it’s not too much trouble, could I request us doing face-masks with Tsukishima or Akaashi? Either or both is fine, I have zero preference!
Thank you in advance mwa mwa !!
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This is adorable and I am in LOVE. I literally just spat this out lolol Me being a favourite writer of anybody is a dream 🥹 Thank you for enjoying my work!! I'll make sure to post just for you 🥰 I hope you enjoy <333 --
It started with a panda.
Or rather, it started with you, lounging on the couch with a ridiculous animal-print face mask plastered to your face, scrolling through your phone like nothing was out of the ordinary. You wore it like a second skin—completely unbothered, completely at peace.
And then Tsukishima walked in.
He froze halfway through the doorway of your shared apartment, one brow raised as he took in the sight of you in your oversized hoodie, face glistening with a panda-shaped sheet mask.
“...You good?”
“Thriving,” you said simply, not even bothering to look up.
He didn’t respond right away. Just dropped his bag by the door and walked in with that usual lazy gait, eyeing you like you were some sort of cryptid he wasn’t sure how to handle.
“You look ridiculous,” he said eventually, standing behind the couch now, arms crossed.
You peeked up at him with a smirk. “That’s rich coming from someone who used to wear sport goggles indoors.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. You stuck your tongue out.
“Is this one of those self-care things?” he asked, nose wrinkling slightly as he stared at the mask. “Like cucumbers-on-the-eyes and bath bombs?”
“Exactly that,” you nodded. “Except these ones are more fun. They have animals on them.” You pointed to the half-empty package on the coffee table. “You wanna be a tiger or a polar bear?”
He stared at you.
You stared back.
“Absolutely not,” he said flatly.
“You’re doing it.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
You were already peeling one of the masks from its packaging with careful fingers, holding it up like a peace offering. It was orange-striped with little ears on top. Then you reached behind you and grabbed a matching tiger-print headband, complete with pointy ears.
"And this," you said, holding it up triumphantly. "To keep your hair out of your face."
He looked positively scandalized. "There is no way I—"
"Oh, you are," you cut in, already nudging it toward him. "C'mon, Kei. Don't you want the full experience?"
He looked at the headband, then at you, then back at the headband like it personally offended him. But when you wiggled your brows at him and smiled with full confidence, he muttered something under his breath and snatched it from your hand.
"You owe me so much for this."
"Add it to my tab."
He rolled his eyes but said nothing as you helped him unfold the mask and carefully place it over his face.
“Okay, hold still. It has to line up with your eyes… okay, a little to the left—no, my left… there.”
You leaned back to admire your work. Tsukishima, volleyball star, tall and smug and forever exasperated, now sat beside you wearing a bright orange tiger face mask that made his scowl look ten times funnier.
“...You look adorable.”
“I look like a joke,” he said dryly.
You took a photo.
“Delete it.”
“Never.”
Despite all his complaining, Tsukishima stayed there with you for the full fifteen minutes, arms crossed and huffing dramatically every so often. But he didn’t move. And when you started scrolling through your phone again, his thigh pressed just a little closer to yours.
And when the timer went off and you both peeled the masks off with grossed-out noises, you glanced at him with a grin.
“So?”
“So what?”
“Do you feel refreshed and radiant?”
Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “I feel sticky.”
You laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’re glowing, tiger boy.”
He shook his head but didn’t push you away. In fact, a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Maybe face masks weren’t the worst way to spend a lazy evening.
FREAK LIKE ME — SIM JAEYUN
boyfriend! jake x fem reader 1040 words warning making out partying skinship vampires miniskirt wearing thigh grabbing biting hickies manhandling jake pushes a pendant with his initial into your skin genre suggestive asf fluff at the end mikaela’s note inspired by THIS edit. jake is the hottest man in my life and this is my belated birthday post to him | collection
Jake’s ring clad fingers sit in your thigh, the cold silver contrasting the warmth of his palm. Yet it was the only comforting thing in the room, aside from your boyfriend’s presence beside you, keeping you distracted from the unusual party scene and your uncomfortably short skirt.
You decide to focus your attention on your boyfriend, who’s come to this belated halloween party dressed as a ‘vampire nerd’, or at least that’s what he calls it. And to no avail you’re matching with him as his vampire mate — a bite mark drawn onto the right side of your neck with matching fangs to complete the look.
“Can’t get enough of my vampire look can you, sweetheart?” Jake teases, pulling you closer to him by your thigh. He watches as your curled eyelashes bat, face flushed a shade of crimson — and it ignites something in him, something so raw and animalistic.
The hold you had on him was exactly why he’s so intrigued by you: like a supernatural spell to keep him wrapped around your finger, to get his heart palpitating whenever he just looks at you. Intoxicated. Despite being his exact opposite, he was intoxicated by you.
You hum in agreement, fingers moving to brush his messy hair back. It was well established that Jake was the best looking man you’ve ever seen in your life. His thick lips and tanned skin, lean yet muscular body along with his accent you could listen to for days — and everyone has told him that, yet he constantly seeks your validation like a lost puppy.
“Well, I think you look ravishing as well,” he grins, fangs on display. And you think that he pulls the vampire personality off too well for your liking.
“Makes me want to bite you,” Jake whispers, lips eerily close to your ears as his fingers move along your thigh, leaving a chilling trail. “Here,” he stops, fingers close to the hem of your skirt.
You hold your breath in hot red anticipation as your boyfriend’s fingers move again, up your waist and to the left side of your neck. “Here,” he breathes, voice slightly strangled as he inhales the inebriating scent of your perfume. His fingers gently caressing the skin of your nape as your fingers wrap tightly around his forearm.
He watches you closely as if you were his prey, his silver contacts pulling you in like hypnosis. Jake’s tongue darts out, pressing against his fangs as he eyes your lips and how you involuntarily imitate his previous actions. Your mauve tinted gloss invites him like a moth to a flame and it drives him insane how you wait for him so patiently, hooked onto his every move.
“And here,” he finishes, out of breath. His veiny hands dancing against your skin to your lips, thumb pressing down ever so slightly on it. You tug on the fabric of his shirt, shifting around in your seat before Jake mutters a string of curse words, pulling you up, fingers wrapped securely around your wrist as he leads you out of the house and into the familiarity of his car.
The squeeziness of Jake’s backseat doesn’t distract you one bit, not when you’re straddled over his lap, arms around his neck, with his hands grasping the dip of your waist. And Jake grins, looking up at you in sheer happiness: it’d suddenly hit him that he’s here, with you and his mind goes haywire at the way you look at him.
“You gonna kiss me now baby?” he teases, urging you to make the first move and you move down fast, urgently, as if he was air and you were ten feet deep in water. And Jake has never gotten so lost in a kiss before: his heart keeps missing beats and his hands can’t seem to bring you closer to him. His senses ignite and his skin burns at your touch — as if he was a vampire and you were sunlight. He thinks if this was what it feels like to be burned alive, he would gladly surrender himself to such suffering as long as he could be with you.
Your hands manoeuvre around his back, fingernails grazing as you let out a soft moan. The silence around you explodes and a world of colours appears before your closed eyes.
Jake pulls away, the heat of his breath pounding against your lips before he pulls you back in again. This round it’s slow, as if he has all the time in the world, every thought in his brain stripped out and replaced with you.
you. you. you. you. you.
He groans into the kiss as you shift on his lap, thighs pressing against his as his fangs sink into the pillow of your lips before he kisses down to your collarbones.
Your fingers now wrapped around his luscious brown locks as your head tilts back in ecstasy, brain and heart chanting Jake’s name like a mantra in fervent praise, as if he was their God, their saviour.
Jake thinks everything he’s ever craved for is nowhere near comparable to you. This is what it was to crave — to crave your body against his even though there was no space between you, to crave the sweet taste of your skin and lips not even a millisecond after he’s pulled away, and to crave you: your heart, your mind, your soul.
His mouth skillfully leaves behind a trail of love bites before he flips you over. You back pressed against the seat of the car as Jake hovers over you, his necklace with your initials dangling over you: a reminder of his devotion to you.
Jake leans down to press his lips against the pendant of your necklace — a reminder of your devotion to him. The cursive ‘J’ initial digs into the neck of your throat as he returns, a goofy smile apparent on his face.
“You’re such a freak, sweetheart,” he points out playfully, eyes gazing into yours.
You mimic his grin, teeth out in display as you reply, “but you like it.”
“Like it?” Jake tilts his head, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “I love it, just like I love you.”
© SJYUNS
SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL this man is gorgeous
I LOVE HIM AND HIS SWEATER AND HIS BLUE GLASSES????? i want blue glasses now. also ignore the watermark barely cutting in... I found this video taken like a few years ago on yt (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOwgf7PS36k). another hour-long talk I haven't fully watched yet am still posting about WHOOPS(I'm not good with finishing things)
holy smash but uhhhhhhhhhh yeah that's pretty much it!!
i need to look up how tf to put multiple pictures into Tumblr w/o it forming a long ass line... also yt kinda scares me bc I never know what channel can be trusted/what's really new or just a reupload AUGDHS but I got this SS from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cFcPPbAZy4 !! no I haven't finished it and yes I am still uploading this oopsie ( I do this a lot unfortunately)
someone HAS to hear me out
i honestly prefer him w a mustache, but STILLLLLL
this is just a photodump atp
wishing I could freeze time so fanfic writers could write all of their slow-burn enemies to lovers and gay porn and fix-it fics and all of their WIPs and prompts without having to worry about life and other responsibilities