Mistletoe Menace

Mistletoe Menace

Featuring: Sugawara Koushi x GN!Reader Content: Pure fluff! It’s holiday-themed domestic bliss with your mildly chaotic (but definitely adorable) husband Sugawara. Word Count: 1100 Notes: Written for the For Better, For Worse Collab hosted by @mrs-kurooo!

Your husband’s wedding ring catches the light as he finishes tying the knot on the last decoration in your home. He pulls his hands away from the red ribbon up in surrender, letting the green leaves sway in front of him as the hanging decoration settles in place. 

He beams at his handiwork - the placement and height are perfect. Sugawara grins when he steps down from the small step ladder to stand beside you. 

“Oh look honey, we’re under mistletoe!” Sugawara croons, pointing emphatically up at the bunch of leaves and berries hanging above you at the perfect height and placement. The movement causes the floorboards to creak.

“You gotta kiss me. It’s tradition!” Sugawara’s already leaning in close to you. The decoration still is settling into place and he’s much too eager, already trying to place his lips on yours. He can’t help it - not when he’s seen mistletoe’s magical quality and power to bring couples new and old together in a festive way. 

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warnings : fem reader, slight smut (mdni), fingering (f receiving), teasing, cursing, making out, mentions of multiple orgasms (f receiving), established relationship

word count : 0.8k

Not unlike most in Kenma’s life, the way he kisses is lazy.

Soft, pliant lips part as they press against yours, tongue dragging across your lower lip, letting out a soft, content sigh at the taste of the remnants of lip balm. With spit slicking his lips, Kenma parts your mouth with his tongue, pressing down on your own, head rushing with exhilaration at the way you suddenly tighten your fingers near his waist. The fabric of his hoodie bunches underneath your hands, and with a grin pressed against your mouth–almost smug in nature–Kenma leans into your touch. 

“You good?” he lets out a chuckle from under his breath, the warmth of it mingling with your own. 

Kenma pulls away to get a better look at you, and a thick spread of something warm and sweet fills his chest when you let out a soft sound of protest. You’re no more than a hairs-width away; Kenma’s lashes brush against your temple as his eyes flutter shut, swollen lips parting when you gently rock your hips down onto the two fingers he has buried between your thighs. 

“Aha,” he lets out a breathless laugh when you clench around his fingers, pressing them knuckle-deep and wiggling them until they brush against the spot that has your body nearly folding around his, head dropping to rest against his shoulder. 

“‘M perfect,” you mumble against the crook of his neck–nearly a groan. Your lips move against his neck, and despite the lewd way his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, Kenma can’t help the blush that warms his cheeks at the almost-innocent feeling of your mouth grazing his pulse point. 

Kenma’s eyes open to get a better look at you, and he licks his lips at the sight of your thighs spreading further apart on his lap, rocking your hips down to feel the rough pads of his fingertips pressing inside you.

His throat goes dry, and Kenma’s cock throbs against your thigh when you let out an airy moan of his name.

“Mhm. Perfect for me and my dick,” he says when he’s finally able to compose a sentence, jaw slackening with awe at the feel of your slick dripping down his wrist. 

Curling his fingers towards him, Kenma carefully watches your reactions; his sweatpants are ruined from where pre-cum beads and dribbles from the slit of his cock, and the wet spot only grows as he lets you fuck yourself on his fingers, grinding and pulling them deeper inside your cunt. He begins to breathe a bit faster, harder. It’s all Kenma can do to watch you make a mess on his lap, moaning his name so prettily in his ear for him.

“So let me ride it. Wanna feel you,” you retort, pulling away from his neck to face him. 

Your request only further steals the air from Kenma’s lungs, and at the sight of your eyes heavy with need, it’s almost enough to make him fold.

Instead, Kenma merely smirks, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his fingers when he drags them down your cunt. “What? This isn’t enough?” he teases you, voice dripping with something akin to arrogance. As if to punctuate his words, Kenma presses them deep inside you, tongue coming to press against his bottom lip when you immediately keen in pleasure. 

“Y-you know what I mean, Kenma. Let me fuck you,” you attempt to convince him, and the increasingly needy tone in your voice does nothing to aid Kenma’s restraint. He wanted to enjoy this for a bit longer, but if you keep looking at him like that, grinding on his fingers, he knows that resolve to tease you will crack. 

Gathering himself, Kenma leans back against the couch, spreading his legs a bit wider and offering you a lazy, lopsided grin. “Hm,” he pretends to think on it, smirk only broadening as he continues slowly fucking his fingers into you. “Nah. Wanna watch you ride my fingers a bit longer.”

“Fuck you,” you immediately shoot him a glare, but the complete lack of bitterness in your tone, paired with how your slick steadily coats his fingers, only has his dick stiffening even more.

Kenma’s eyes dart to your lips, and a rough sound falls from his mouth when he imagines the sweet sounds you’ll let out when he fucks you. A strand of hair falls in his eye, but neither of you bothers to move it aside, too enamored with the moment.

“That’s not very nice to say to the person who’s about to make you cum. You should just let me kiss you instead. Wanna feel that pretty mouth of yours,” Kenma says. He leans closer, a hand moving to the nape of your neck to pull you to him. You oblige easily, lips parting to press your mouth to his in an eager, messy kiss. 

Kenma’s mind immediately melts; a rush thrills through his body, pressing rapidly against his heart until it swells with affection for you. He squeezes you closer, succumbing to the wet, open-mouthed kiss, moving his lips lazily against yours.

And, while you’ll surely complain about him going so slow, Kenma is sure you won’t be complaining about the multiple times he makes you cum, no matter how lethargic his actions. 

He likes to drag out your pleasure, after all. 

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Bakugou's Laugh

Pairing: bakugou x reader || established relationship

Warnings: none, pure fluff, slightly ooc bakugou, || petnames: "princess"

a/n: this is just something i whipped up on the spot, enjoy!

Bakugou's laugh is rigid and rough. It takes you by surprise the first time you hear it. You hadn't even been trying to make him laugh. You were making breakfast one morning and had knocked over the bowl of eggs you had just cracked. Startled, you let out a gasp and that was when you heard it.

It was a sound you'd never forget and never get tired of hearing. Bakugou was bent over in the doorway seemingly having just come into the kitchen to check on your progress. The sound coming from him was far from the usual grunt and groan that would usually grace his lips. It sounded almost like a music box that hadn't been played in years. It was scratchy and low, like he hadn't laughed like that in a while. You wouldn't doubt it if he hadn't honestly. Hearing this new sound took you by surprise, and your attention turned from the slowly oozing egg puddle to your very amused boyfriend.

"Kats? You alright?" you teased, a giggle of your own escaping as you watched him try and gain his composure.

"Peachy, princess" he chuckles low again, "you uh, ha- you need any help cleaning up?" he asks small laughs escaping him as he gestures to the egg puddle.

You shrug your shoulders, more interested in watching him try and pull himself together. "You uh, you never do that." you say a smirk darting across your face.

"Do what? Laugh?" He huffs a little at that, but can't help the grin that breaks his serious facade. "Can't help that you're funny, 'specially when you make weird ass sounds like that." He crosses the threshold and lays his hands on your waist, his nose pressed against yours. He tilts his head slowly towards your ear, feeling you tense up at his closeness. Right when he gets to the shell of your ear he inhales sharply and honks.

You gasp again and swat at him, trying not to laugh at his antics. Your cheeks puff up in an effort to contain your laughter but it fails quickly when you see Katsuki doubled over in a fit of giggles. You can't help but feel your heart swell knowing you could make the stoic man as happy as he makes you.

Once he regains his composure he grabs a couple of rags and tosses one to you.

"But seriously, let me help you clean up this mess." He says, grin never leaving his face.

warnings : fem reader, slight smut (mdni), fingering (f receiving), teasing, cursing, making out, mentions of multiple orgasms (f receiving), established relationship

word count : 0.8k

Not unlike most in Kenma’s life, the way he kisses is lazy.

Soft, pliant lips part as they press against yours, tongue dragging across your lower lip, letting out a soft, content sigh at the taste of the remnants of lip balm. With spit slicking his lips, Kenma parts your mouth with his tongue, pressing down on your own, head rushing with exhilaration at the way you suddenly tighten your fingers near his waist. The fabric of his hoodie bunches underneath your hands, and with a grin pressed against your mouth–almost smug in nature–Kenma leans into your touch. 

“You good?” he lets out a chuckle from under his breath, the warmth of it mingling with your own. 

Kenma pulls away to get a better look at you, and a thick spread of something warm and sweet fills his chest when you let out a soft sound of protest. You’re no more than a hairs-width away; Kenma’s lashes brush against your temple as his eyes flutter shut, swollen lips parting when you gently rock your hips down onto the two fingers he has buried between your thighs. 

“Aha,” he lets out a breathless laugh when you clench around his fingers, pressing them knuckle-deep and wiggling them until they brush against the spot that has your body nearly folding around his, head dropping to rest against his shoulder. 

“‘M perfect,” you mumble against the crook of his neck–nearly a groan. Your lips move against his neck, and despite the lewd way his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, Kenma can’t help the blush that warms his cheeks at the almost-innocent feeling of your mouth grazing his pulse point. 

Kenma’s eyes open to get a better look at you, and he licks his lips at the sight of your thighs spreading further apart on his lap, rocking your hips down to feel the rough pads of his fingertips pressing inside you.

His throat goes dry, and Kenma’s cock throbs against your thigh when you let out an airy moan of his name.

“Mhm. Perfect for me and my dick,” he says when he’s finally able to compose a sentence, jaw slackening with awe at the feel of your slick dripping down his wrist. 

Curling his fingers towards him, Kenma carefully watches your reactions; his sweatpants are ruined from where pre-cum beads and dribbles from the slit of his cock, and the wet spot only grows as he lets you fuck yourself on his fingers, grinding and pulling them deeper inside your cunt. He begins to breathe a bit faster, harder. It’s all Kenma can do to watch you make a mess on his lap, moaning his name so prettily in his ear for him.

“So let me ride it. Wanna feel you,” you retort, pulling away from his neck to face him. 

Your request only further steals the air from Kenma’s lungs, and at the sight of your eyes heavy with need, it’s almost enough to make him fold.

Instead, Kenma merely smirks, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his fingers when he drags them down your cunt. “What? This isn’t enough?” he teases you, voice dripping with something akin to arrogance. As if to punctuate his words, Kenma presses them deep inside you, tongue coming to press against his bottom lip when you immediately keen in pleasure. 

“Y-you know what I mean, Kenma. Let me fuck you,” you attempt to convince him, and the increasingly needy tone in your voice does nothing to aid Kenma’s restraint. He wanted to enjoy this for a bit longer, but if you keep looking at him like that, grinding on his fingers, he knows that resolve to tease you will crack. 

Gathering himself, Kenma leans back against the couch, spreading his legs a bit wider and offering you a lazy, lopsided grin. “Hm,” he pretends to think on it, smirk only broadening as he continues slowly fucking his fingers into you. “Nah. Wanna watch you ride my fingers a bit longer.”

“Fuck you,” you immediately shoot him a glare, but the complete lack of bitterness in your tone, paired with how your slick steadily coats his fingers, only has his dick stiffening even more.

Kenma’s eyes dart to your lips, and a rough sound falls from his mouth when he imagines the sweet sounds you’ll let out when he fucks you. A strand of hair falls in his eye, but neither of you bothers to move it aside, too enamored with the moment.

“That’s not very nice to say to the person who’s about to make you cum. You should just let me kiss you instead. Wanna feel that pretty mouth of yours,” Kenma says. He leans closer, a hand moving to the nape of your neck to pull you to him. You oblige easily, lips parting to press your mouth to his in an eager, messy kiss. 

Kenma’s mind immediately melts; a rush thrills through his body, pressing rapidly against his heart until it swells with affection for you. He squeezes you closer, succumbing to the wet, open-mouthed kiss, moving his lips lazily against yours.

And, while you’ll surely complain about him going so slow, Kenma is sure you won’t be complaining about the multiple times he makes you cum, no matter how lethargic his actions. 

He likes to drag out your pleasure, after all. 

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Iwaizumi Hajime is undeniably the most magnetic person you’ve ever met.

Since you accepted the JVA’s offer and became the manager for the national team you’ve had to face this truth over and over again. Being around him feels like very cell in your body is awake. Hearing his voice makes your heart flutter and your senses sharpen as you become hyper-aware of yourself, of him.

Managing the absolute sociopaths on the team is a breeze compared to interacting with him. From stuttering incoherently as if your brain is malfunctioning to becoming the world’s klutziest manager, he’s hazardous for your health.

The team’s not ignorant of your reactions.

Their lingering looks and wry smiles give everything away. You expected the rambunctuous men to be going ou tof their way to antagonize you, to make your life a living hell like it had been with the Sendai Frogs after Iwaizumi visited Kyōtani but they haven’t. The teasing has been surprisingly…nonexistent.

You didn’t understand why for a while. And then Miya made a comment one day. Suna cooly told him to keep his mouth shut or you’d get copies of some videos from high school.

When you thanks him later and quietly asked why he did it he hesitated; after a long look he said “you’re being professional about the whole situation. He should be, too.”

Suna walked away leaving you more puzzled than before. You stewed over it for a long time, watching the players and their interactions more closely than you had and then you started to see.

You noticed the pattern.

There were enough athletes among the team speaking up that any attempts to make a joke or poke fun at you were quickly extinguished. And the biggest enforcers of your defense?

Sakusa, Kageyama, Suna, and Ojiro.

All the athletes who were involved with their managers, though the public only knew about Kageyama. It was easy to understand after that. They missed their partners, especially when they looked at you and any jest at your expense felt too personal.

So it became team culture to respect your space by ignoring your reactions.

It took the spotlight off you and a lot of pressure off your interactions with Iwaizumi. The only thing left to contend with was your weakness for athletic trainer.

And that was hard enough.

To set the stage for this abysmal work environment Iwaizumi remembered you. By name. By full name from the previous time he met you in Sendai. That was shocking.

You tried not to let it go to your head, quickly seeing how he was a thoughtful person in general, remembering details and anecdotes involving almost every athlete on the team, some from as far back as middle school. You told yourself he’s just got a good memory.

You’re nothing special.

The day you flexed your fingers, shaking out your hand because it was sore after a particularly large bout of paperwork, he noticed and asked to see it. You tried to stay composed as he took your hand and stretched it. Tried to keep your heart calm at the feeling of his firm, calloused but soft, and warm fingers massaging the muscles of your hand, his strong thumbs rubbing up your forearms.

It was hard to breathe.

He was so innocently oblivious to the effect he had on you, how close he was, how good he smelled, and you hoped he couldn’t feel the heat radiating off of you. After he finished and relinquished your arm he moved on to help someone else, an athlete who was stretching. You tried not to be jealous of the casual contact he gave everyone; it was his job to help the team and you were just a part of that.

Everyday has been a struggle to remind yourself that you were just another neutral entity in his life, someone he cared for out of obligation and proximity.

It’s draining.

The self-doubt is pervasive; the self-deprecation, persistent.

It’s crushing.

“You don’t look so good.”

The gym’s empty, only a few lights still lit, as you sit on the bench after practice a few weeks into the training camp. You look at Suna standing in front of you.

“Thanks for the observation,” you reply dryly.

Suna lingers, watching you closely. “You wanna talk about it?”

Remembering the way he stopped Atsumu, you nod. “Yes please.” He sits next to you in no rush for you to talk. Your eyes roam the gym as you sift through your thoughts, knowing that Suna doesn’t need much context; the question comes out quietly. “Should I just give up on him?”

“Do you have anything to give up on?”

You frown, looking at Suna from the corner of your eye. “Yeah. My feelings,” you answer like it should be obvious.

He rolls his eyes. “You can’t ‘give up’ on feelings. Not really. You feel the way you feel…the only thing you can change is what you do with those feelings…And from what I’ve seen…” he gives you a flat look “…you haven’t done anything with them yet. So what is there to give up on?”

You don’t say anything after that.

Suna waits for a long while in your heavy silence before slowly rising and patting you on the head in departure.

You stay there thinking for a long time.

In The Middle of the Night Pt 3

Part 3 Featuring: Barbatos, Diavolo, Simeon, and Solomon

Part 1, 2

-After falling asleep in their arms, you realize that they don't want to let you go.

Barbatos~

An all powerful demon like Barbatos never seems to have a moment of weakness. Every day he works through his seemingly endless list of tasks for the Young Lord with a pleasant smile on his face as he overcomes impossible feats as if they were nothing but house work to him.

But as you share the bed with him, you notice that the day does take a toll on him. His usual composure can falter behind closed door and he allows himself to sink into a very deep sleep. 

He holds you tightly, never hurting you. It’s almost as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, the special thing in his arms will leave him forever.

you almost feel bad having to get up to get yourself a glass of water. But it’s necessary.

Through careful shifting you were able to slip away from the Butler’s arms. Immediately you see his brow furrow and his arms stretch out on the bed trying to find you.

Gently you cup his face and whisper to the waking Demon that you i’m just fetching yourself a glass of water and that you’ll be back very  soon.

His brilliantly beautiful green eyes shoot open and he nuzzles into your touch with a silly smile. 

“You… have a request?” He mumbles “ why didn’t you tell me, I can fetch it for you my dear.” 

He starts to get up from the bed and you have to gently coax him back underneath the sheets with the promise that you’ll be back in a minute. You don’t leave until his head is back against the pillow.

Diavolo~

There is no safer place to sleep in the Devildom than the arms of it’s prince. He is so powerful, not even bad dreams dare approach you. 

But his embrace is strong,  warm, and comfortable. 

Too strong…

Thinking back to dinner, you remember how much Demonius you had drank. Since it is juice to you, the only thing you thought you had to worry about was possible sugar high. But you were wrong.

You had to go to the bathroom, very very badly. You try to squirm your way out of Diavolo’s hold with no success. He still holds you as if you were his own personal teddy bear.

With a sigh, you shake him awake with as much strength as you have. At first you’re worried, he is such a heavy sleeper, and such a strong demon that you are unsure if you are able to wake him up at all.

But his eyes eventually crack open and he looks at you with concern.

“Mc, my darling. Is something the matter?” he asks, sitting the two of you up in his massive bed.

You explain to him that you just have to go to the bathroom, but you couldn’t get out of his arms. His cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and he hangs his head to apologize.

“ i’m sorry, I shouldn’t hold you so tight. I’d hate to ever cause you discomfort.”

You feel so bad, but you assure him that it’s just that you had too much to drink and you will be right back after you complete your business.

He gives you a warm smile and sits up in bed until you come back, his arms ready to once again find the rightful place around you.

Simeon~

A nightmare pulls you from your slumber cruelly. .

It makes your breath hitch as you jolt awake.

For a moment, you wonder if your movements have awakened Simeon. Although he’s right next to you in the bed, the two of you aren’t holding each other like you usually do. 

He feels far too far away for your comfort. 

If he were awake, he would agree.

Glancing over at The sleeping angel next to you, you’re almost glad that your little nightmare pulled you from your slumber.

Simeon’s angelic features are 10 times more alluring in the moonlight that reflects off of his Silk pillowcases. You find yourself staring at him and adoration and you gently raise your hand to brush a strand of his hair from his handsome face.

Before you make contact, his hand shoots up and grabs your wrist. His eyes shoot open as he scans the room. But when they land on you he smiles.

“Have you been staring at me long My Love?” He teases bringing your captured wrist to his lips placing gentle kisses on his knuckle.

It’s enough to Fluster you in your tired state. Your skin heats up and you have to tear your eyes away from the beautiful being next to you. To tell him that you  had woken up and found yourself unable to go back to sleep.

His chest heaves and laughter as he pulls you into his arms. “You are just so cut MC, how about I help you fall back asleep?”

You nod he begins to hum some sort of lullaby. It’s familiar and beautiful and you already feel yourself relaxing deeper in his hold.

Just as you drift off you feel the light touch of his lips on your forehead as you sleep through the night.

Solomon~

Your magic training lessons with Solomon can go pretty late. It isn’t uncommon that you decide to stay with him instead of taking the walk back to the House of Lamination.

One thing you have learned from spending nights in Solomon's arms is that the Sorcerer is a bit of a sleep talker.

Sometimes he murmurs harmless enchantments that fill the room with multicolored bubbles or flower petals. you never have to worry about him casting something dangerous though, he made sure to fix that problem years ago.

Tonight, you were pulled from your sleep by a bright light that shines over your face. Tearing your eyes open you are shocked to see an enchanted river of light flowing above the bed. It looks almost like the northern lights. Colors blending and fading before being replaced with another equally as beautiful.

All the while Solomon sleeps, unaware of the beauty that he has created. 

Gently you shake him awake. He blinks away in his sleep being able to catch the last of the lights before they fade away. 

“Heh,” he laughs embarrassedly. “ I did it again, didn’t I?“.