A request for my three boys… I tried my best with this one, sorry if it’s a bit off or something, but I tried to make it cute like you asked. Thank you so much for the request!💕
SHOUTO TODOROKI
When IcyHot first saw you, he didn’t know what to expect.
Your (h/c) locks, and your (e/c) eyes was something he was captivated by.
Your Quirk? It was unbelievable.
Your enhanced aim made you hit every target almost every time. You could even do it with your eyes closed!
But it wasn’t only that. The fact that you stood in out in any crowd, because of your cowboy hat, was the thing that’d made him smile a little.
He saw the confidence you had in you when you were talking to people, and you weren’t afraid to say what was on your mind.
He noticed that, when you were saying your opinion against Bakugo’s.
It sure was a spectacular sight.
You were an extrovert, and he was an introvert.
So you would encourage him to join friend activities or you’d ask him to help you with your Japanese, since you were an exchange student from America.
And of course, he wouldn’t never say no to you.
Whenever someone would compliment you on your fighting style or just your look, you’d take off your hat, flash them a smile, and bow.
Todoroki found this adorable. So he tried to compliment you as often as possible.
Which, wasn’t hard to do. You impressed him anytime he was near you.
And it wasn’t soon after, that he realized he had a crush on you.
This boy didn’t see that coming.
He tried his best to hide that he was crushing on you.
But his cover was soon blown when he was blushing like a mad man when you called him “pumpkin.”
“Aw, your face is all red, something on your mind, sweet pea?”
Cue the fire flaming up on his left side.
That’s basically how you found out he liked you.
KATSUKI BAKUGO
At first, Explodo Kills didn’t think much if you.
He just thought of you as another stepping stone towards becoming the number one hero.
And the fact that you were wearing a cowboy hat, made this guy think you looked ridiculous.
But it’s not all about the looks.
When he saw your Quirk first in action, he basically thought: she’s cheating.
But when you told your classmates that your Quirk was enhanced aim, that you could hit every target with almost 100 percent success rate, he saw you more as a challenger.
If you throw an airplane on somebody, it’s definitely going to hit. You point a gun at someone and pull the trigger, it’s most certainly going to hit.
Now, he had to be a bit wary.
Just because you looked like a sweet little girl, didn’t mean that you couldn’t beat up or kill someone.
But all in all, you weren’t that much of a threat.
The real thing that caused you problems with him, were that you called him nicknames.
“You getting a bit angry there, sugar?”
His face would turn red. A mix between blushing and irritation.
You’d continue to call him these things, because he doesn’t tell you to stop.
Because in all honesty, he developed a bit of a crush on you. He just hides it by acting irritated.
He only acted this way when you were the one calling him these things.
But when someone else did? They’re going to wish they hadn’t.
Because only you could call him that.
IZUKU MIDORIYA
The first time this little green bean first met you, was when you were asking his directions to the study hall.
His heart would beat a hundred beats when you suddenly come up to him.
You told him that you were an exchange student from America, and he got really excited.
He wanted to ask you a million questions.
What is it like there? Do you have trouble learning Japanese? Why do you wear a cowboy hat?
Which are, questions he definitely asked.
And being the nice person that you were, you answered every single one of them.
Until you reminded him that you still needed to know where the study hall was.
He immediately blushed and apologized. He told you where the study hall was, and before you left him on his own, you just ha to make his heart even more flustered.
“Thank you for the directions, sweet pea.” You said with a wink.
Midoriya.exe has stopped working.
He was starstruck by you.
When he found out what your Quirk was, you knew he was going to bombard you with a trillion questions.
“Does your Quirk have any relation to where you come from? What’s the percentage to successfully hit a target? Do you want go out with me?”
Midoriya would stop talking and think for a good ten seconds before realizing what he just said.
It was adorable how flustered Midoriya would get, just from a single look.
You were in luck, since you liked him too.
“I’d love to go out with you, pumpkin.”
The response and the nickname at the end, may just break him more than he does to his bones.
You love the way his lip wobbles in feign need. Oh no, Julian is needy, but he really was working it up a bit. For a moment you indulge him, swaying up to him with eager swagger and reaching for the edge of his pants, playing with the hem in small, cute tugs. Julian makes a soft noise, stepping closer to you, and you test, “How much do you need me?”
“So much- you can feel for yourself if you’d like~” Julian’s lip tugs up, teeth gleaming a little, the utmost of sly and wanton. Perhaps he doesn’t expect you to take up the offer so quickly (or so outright), because he squeaks when your hand slips down and actually feel him up between the thighs. When he said he needed you he wasn’t lying, already half hard and pressed, strained against the confines of his pants.
“I guess you’re right,” you agree in a taunting whisper just at the bob of his throat. The way your voice lilts makes Julian swallow eagerly and he shifts, gasping softly when you squeeze his length through his pants. “Lay down love.”
Your instruction is met with immediate obeying. Julian climbs into bed and is already untucking his shirt and working at the button of his pants. But you raise a finger, tell him to slow down, and he works to your specifications, very agonizingly slowly pushing his pants down inch by inch. His thumb manages to hook into his underwear and you watch, enthralled and bemused, as he moves even slower, down the arch of his hips, caressing over his thighs, all until his cock bobs back hard against his belly.
You don’t recall how pleased your expression was, but it must’ve been perfect since Julian bites his lip and looks at you bashfully as he finally kicks off his pants. He’s about to unbutton his shirt when you raise a hand for him to stop. “No need dear, it looks great on you like this.” Julian’s grin returns again as he extends a hand in invitation, gaze smoldering, licking his lips in anticipation of what you would do to him- but then you shake your head. “Not now love, I’ve got something else in mind.”
When you sit down at the chair beside his desk, he’s practically stunned. You cross your leg one over the other and press a palm to your chin, meeting his confused glance with a more intrigued one. “Touch yourself.”
“Touch myself–?” It seemed, for a moment, he wanted to laugh a little in response. He’d much rather touch you but that heavy lidded look you have makes him think otherwise. He nibbles into his lip again before finally moving, legs shifting open a little bit as he wraps a hand around his shaft and gets to work.
He’s mesmerizing to watch. You can feel yourself get warmer under the collar as you take in his image, hips gently easing up into rhythm as he fucks into his own hand, drops of precum flowing over the head of his cock and down his fingers, his expression completely skewed with brows furrowed up and lips parted for soft pants. When he gasps out a plea, and then your name, it makes your loins tighten.
Julian looks back at you from beneath heavy lashes. You watch as his cheeks color a deeper shade of red and the way he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He so easily opens up for your prying eyes, legs pushing open more to expose himself as you hoped and needed. The hand not working his cock comes in to join, cupping at his balls and squeezing in tandem. He catches sight of the pleased sigh you give, and it makes him work harder.
He gives a loud, pleased groan and moves his hand faster, the slick drag of his skin audible even to you, sitting at the other side of the room. Scattered between his moans, he gives calls of your name, begging, cooing, saying all that would be on his mind at the moment. But then he makes you completely reel back as he whimpers, outright keening, and pleas like a tortured man, “Please- please can I cum?”
Man, would you like too see that. You hesitate in answering, unfolding your legs and finally occupying yourself with a hand between your thighs. Julian gasps at the sight of you finally touching yourself too, it seems to do him in, but he grips himself tighter waiting for your order…
“Go ahead-”
“Oh thank you-!” Julian suddenly lurches forward and fucks into his fist with desperation, the slick sound even louder, practically squelching as he viciously pumps himself and, within seconds, finally reaches his peak. It’s so satisfying to see him stall, eyes slipping shut, jaw dropping and thighs pulled taut whilst his cock throbs and spurts from the tip all over his fingers and the sheets.
His breathing is still heavy as he relaxes, completely at the mercy of your hungry, lusty gaze. He was satisfied (or so you thought) but you had so much more in your system to burn off. Julian was in for a long night, especially with your ideas…
Hello, dear! Unfortunately, I am not taking writing requests as of this moment, but your idea is so amazing and unique! I hope a list of headcanons will suffice.
This orc is a bit of a black sheep and his extended family still doesn’t understand quite why he decided to work at a stuffed toy shop of all things, but his parents have grown to accept it. His younger siblings love him for it, though. He lets them pick out whatever they want during the holidays, and he’ll often give them gifts on other days just because.
He told you that the reason he decided to work there was because, during his turbulent childhood, he turned to a stuffed wolf named Fenrir for comfort, since his parents were out working and he was the eldest child. He said he wanted to provide other kids with companions to help them face the world like Fenrir had helped him.
He still has Fenrir. The wolf’s fur is faded and it’s sporting a stitch or two, but otherwise it looks none the worse for decades’ worth of wear.
He’s a bit shy, and it took you a while to get him to open up, but when you did, you found a funny, sweet guy whose only wish is to make others smile. Your first date consisted of watching romantic comedies, eating freshly baked cookies, and lots of cuddling.
He loves complimenting you and calling you pet names like “honey bunny.” He couldn’t stop smiling the moment you called him “teddy bear.”
He proposed to you on your birthday. When he gave you a stuffed bear, he told you to press its paw. That activated a recording of his voice, telling you how happy you had made him and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
this is a fantastic concept, i was tempted to write a proper fic
When you thought of a bakery, you envisioned a cute, pastel coloured building that oozed cheer.
Loki’s Sinister Treats was a black building and the only colour was the emerald green paint that spelt the bakery’s name.
Your best friend had recommended the place to you, stating that every baked good inside was to die for.
Glancing at the bakery you couldn’t help but wonder if she meant that literally.
However a pleasant surprise awaited you behind the front door.
Inside, everything was brightly lit and a mix of white, green, and gold. Classical music played through the speakers and the aroma of numerous treats had your stomach growling.
Never judge a book by its cover, you had mused to yourself, a phrase you kept in mind when you were served by the owner himself, the name Loki sown in gold thread on his green apron.
The man was tall and while muscled, had a slimness to him. His black hair was tied in a bun at the nape of his neck, a few loose strands tucked behind his ears. He wore black pants and a black, long sleeved shirt, the sleeves pushed up and covered in flour. A frown of sorts sat on his face during your entire interaction.
But, the food you brought had been to die for.
You became a regular quickly, stopping in every afternoon on your way home from work.
You discovered through watching Loki serve others, that he only seemed to have the one facial expression, making you wonder how a man who looked so… sour, made such sweet things.
However, one afternoon would change your perception on Loki.
Your day had been shit, and it was obvious. Looking like a tired mess, your eyes had a redness around them that suggested tears would soon be falling.
Standing at the counter, you had ordered one of your favourite treats in a monotone voice, dreaming of a hot shower, crap tv shows and bed.
You paid no mention to the bigger than usual bag you were gifted, just paid and left.
Arriving home, and after showering, you went to pull out your treat and was stunned.
Though you had ordered one thing, six sat in the bag, all different – a mixture of your favourites – accompanied by a note.
Hopefully this helps cheer you up, we should leave the frowning to me.
A giggle had slipped past your lips, and for the first time that day, you felt happy.
The next afternoon you waltzed up to the counter with a beaming smile.
For the first time, Loki’s lips moved from their straight line to form a small smile.
‘Feeling better love?’ the nickname made your stomach twist.
‘Thanks to you and your amazing baking skills I am.’
Loki huffed a laugh, but you swear a touch of red showed in his cheeks.
‘I never did catch your name.’ his smile changed into a smirk – one that screamed mischief.
Something told you your life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
michael loving the taste of blood is canon and no one can tell me otherwise!
could you just imagine him, much like in the ritual scene, cutting himself and letting his own blood flow over you, letting it coat your breasts, your entire body. he loves the way you look with the crimson color clashing with your soft skin. but he loves it even more when he gets to lick it off of you! he would start from at the top of your center, dragging his tongue up your body slowly, rolling his tongue around your naval, and his gaze holding yours as he makes his way up your body, you arching your back as he reaches your breasts, his tongue rolling around each of your nipples for biting down gently and sucking them into his mouth. he wouldn’t stop until he reached your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin and running his tongue up your jawline to your mouth pressing his lips to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth wanting you taste the metallic and sweetness of his blood.
i think it’s canon that michael has mommy issues so it would only make sense, and since he gravitates towards strong, older women, that he would have a mommy kink!
and i’m not even going to lie that the thought of him sucking on your fingers, his eyes wide and needy as he looks up at you as his warm tongue rolls against your finger tips and further up to your knuckle. you didn’t even have to ask him to do it he did it on his own accord because that’s how bad he wants to be touched by you. and when your fingers run through his blonde curls his eyes are closing and his head leans slightly back as he moans around your small fingers. “want me to touch you so bad don’t you baby?” you whisper and all he can do it let out a throaty moan as your other fingers travel down his naked torso, your nails slightly digging into his skin and it makes him thrust up. you can see he’s already incredibly hard in his boxers and he need to be touched, wants to be touched. and if you were to ask him to beg you knew he would, he would get on his knees and worship you like you were his god.
ok…but i kinda wanna make this into a series because i love this concept and bottom, needy michael makes me wet
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