Clover’s Comfort Reads.

GUYS. what if fuck buddy sukuna catches you out one night, but instead of being with your friends you're on a date 👀 I think he would play it off, would definitely interrupt and make your date feel like he's about this big 🤏 in comparison. but his jealousy doesn't even show in that moment, it's only when you come over to his place next time around does he mention with the slightest pout: "why don't you ever get dolled up to see me?"

“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“

“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”

Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”

“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”

“Rinnie!”

“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”

“Your point?”

His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”

“Oh, please-“

“To Komori.”

This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“

“Oh, I’m serious, too.”

You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”

“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”

“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”

i love your college hockey!player kita as a fellow hockey fan myself (rangers fan sorry) but i’m begging you to PLEASEEEE write more of the college hockey player w literally anyone (maybe bokuto)

it’s okay, I’m sorry I’m a bruins fan KDBDDODBD BUT COYLE IS JUST TOO FOINE-

Go with me here. And wear your seatbelt 🤤

hockey player!bokuto who's on a five minute penalty because the dickhead on the other team was making comments about your pretty ass in the stands, and checked him so hard his face slammed into the side doors, nose clipping right on the door and making the refs call the intent to injure.

which it was, but what’s the fun of calling it out?

and while you had full intentions of slipping to the locker room to scold him, yell at him and ask what the hell he was thinking, it ends with you on the bench, knees tossed over his shoulders while he ferociously eats you out. Your eyes are lulled back into your skull, fist curled into his hair as he laps a greedy tongue into your gummy walls and his nose nuzzles your clit.

“You gonna cum?” He teases, pulling back to spit a wad of saliva against you, and a shiver at the feeling of it dribbling down your sticky lips. He groans at the sight and offers you a quick flick of his tongue, "always want to get you to cum before I gotta get back out on the ice."

"Then shut the fuck up and do it!" You snarl, fisting the locks of his hair hard enough your knuckles turn light under the force.

He’s never done it. Intentionally, you assume, talking to you like this to distract you from your hot, brewing orgasm. It works, you’re always left a desperate, panting mess as you writhe on the cold bench, fingers grabbing your tits and tugging your nipples while your hand turns and shifts his head and face.

He smirks and circles the tip of his tongue over the swollen, aching bud, and it sends delicious agony through you because there's no way you can finish before he has to leave again, you're so close and so desperate and he's going to leave you here, and-

"Bokuto, you're on," his teammate says, popping his head into the locker room. From blissed out, defeted eyes, you watch his glaze up the legs hooked over Koutarou's shoulders, your cheeks blazed with embarrassment and arousal.

"If I turn around and you're looking at my girlfriend, I'll bash your head next," he snarls, and sure enough, his teammates head whips away from looking at you, adam’s apple bobbing out at the memory of your legs draped over his captains shoulders, your own heaving from disappointment and pleasure. He gently unhooks your legs from over his shoulders, allowing the muscles to relax and soften. He pressed a kiss to your ankle before standing up and turning to his teammate, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Showtime.”

@priv-rose 🫶🏻🫶🏻

skz 💪

SPOILERS!!!! Due to recent events.... Guess no more Twins and BrothersAU... Sike, just kidding. Now we have Twins, Brothers, and UncleAu (Canon, lol) AHAHAHA. The only thing missing is the Indian music in the background, cause that's the only thing that fits this Santa Barbara, lmao

Cece’s fashion

f. megumi x reader | summer heat

“i’m bored.” 

“i know,” comes megumi’s exasperated reply.

this year the heat waves of tokyo have encroached on a new high, light spilling in abundance from windows sparse in number like water overflowing from a tiny cup. you wrap your balmy arms around his neck, sweat on his silky smooth skin and bleeding through the fabric of his shirt, nearly bare without his uniform jacket on. 

“I’d blow air onto you, but it would just make you feel hotter,” you say, landing an open-mouthed kiss on his cheek, your hands on your knees. he leans back on the edge of the bed in exhaustion, energy seeped out by the heat like blood sucked by a leech. curse japanese floors and carpets— always built for heat absorption in the winter. what if it was hot— really hot, like now? 

“it’s fine. it’s too hot for anything right now.” 

he has skin like snow— you wonder if, with the scalding summer sun on him, he’s going to end up with tanned skin by the end of september. 

he’s right, though. even with his hand on your back, precariously near to your waist, the two of you aren’t set on doing anything and there isn’t any air conditioning in his room either. so you’re stuck here, faces hot and breath hotter, necks sweaty and bodies sweatier. 

you place your legs over his and your forehead against his collarbone, comfortable and calm, even with the sweltering heat. at this point everything in your mind is swimming through warm waves as you feel more sweat trickle down your cheek. 

“I wish we had summer uniforms.” 

“I’ll go buy a fan next time,” he whispers into your scalp. his breath fans against your head like steam. he moves his hand from the sweat of your back, looping his arm around your neck. “it’s too damn hot, I can’t even think.” 

you nuzzle your nose into the very top of his chest for a moment, before raising your head to peck a spot on the crook of his neck. “feels like an oven.” 

you don’t mind the heat, though. not right now. 

okay so this is horrible and really short but I wrote this earlier today while it was really hot just because it was really hot. there's not much to say; I live in malaysia. (this is going to flop but omg it's been SO HOT lately like. sweating all the time and i know i should expect it but STILL)

again, selamat hari raya!

You slide into your regular booth later than usual - a sweating bottle of your tried and true choice saving your spot as you catch the tail end of some heated debate between Katsuki and your best friend.

“Okay, but he’s really nice Bakugou—“

“Nice? Y’need therapy.”

He holds an arm out for you to settle in under, turning his head to kiss your temple in greeting.

“Okay so maybe he’s not nice all the time, but no one is nice all the time.”

You can feel the eye roll from your boyfriend without having to see it. “Is he fuckin’ twelve? There a reason he can’t control ‘imself when he’s grumpy?”

She sticks her tongue out at Katsuki, and you turn to press your smile into his shoulder. It’s endearing, the way he’s fit himself into the lives of your friends. The way he genuinely cares, in his own harsh way - the way he wants your friends to be treated well. He’s a girls’ girl through and through, even if you’d never say it to him. They have this argument every week.

Your friend picks at the label on her bottle, pouting.

“Okay, but isn’t it enough that I love him?”

Katsuki throws his head back and cackles. It’s mean, but the three of you know that he means well.

“That ain’t love.”

She huffs at that, setting her bottle down to cross her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at Katsuki. “You don’t know that.”

You feel him eyeing you then, and you tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. He’s warm - the smile is in his eyes as yours pulls at the corners of your lips. He turns his head to take another swig from his drink.

“I know enough,” he says finally, arm around you tightening just a bit.

Your friend gags, and it makes you laugh. Katsuki is stubborn and crass, but he’s right about this.

thinking about lovers who impulse divorce but then have a slowburn romance and get back together. they’re too lazy to deal with court. he introduces you as his ex wife. he’s in love with you

the prettiest smiles ♡