Kinks Of Nanami Kento

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dancing in the rain

pov : you and kirishima make a silly decision of dancing in the rain and you make force bakugou dance too

A cool breeze fans against the heat of your skin, warm from the intense exchange of dancing and conversation from the ballroom floor inside.

The heavy patter of rain is accompanied by a bout of cheerful laughter and a series of playful splashes of water trailing away from the door.

“Come on y/n! Come join me!” Eyes full of light and his teeth pulled together into a shiny grin, Kirishima calls out to you from the middle of the venue parking lot, completely drenched from his brilliant red hair to his shiny, black shoes.

Under the protection of the entryway awning, Bakugo folds his arms in judgement. “Tch, shitty hair, this is a stupid idea! Get back here!” You cautiously inspect the long hem of your dress and your sparky, heeled shoes. Even under a shelter from the rain, a puddle forms around your toes, growing steadily from the downpour.

“You’re not thinking of joining that idiot, are you?” Bakugo asks, turning to you. You find yourself smiling as Kirishima does a celebratory spin, arms spread wide to the will of the sky above him. Bakugo’s distaste slips your mind, as you hurriedly slip off your shoes and bolt from the dry entryway.

“Sorry Bakugo!” You call out behind you, the first trickles of rain splashing against your skin. “Dumbass! Not you too!” He spits in frustration. Fabric gathered in your hands, concrete rough against your bare toes, Kirishima’s bright smile drives you forward. The scent of earth and air fills your lungs, fueling your burst of adrenaline. Your eyes meet and he pauses, opening his arms to catch you.

You collide into his rain-soaked suit jacket with an elated gasp, his presence crushing you affectionately as he pulls you into the safety of his arms. “You’re crazy Kiri.” You breathe into his shoulder. “Does that make you crazy for joining me?” He teases, earning him a playful smirk and a gentle punch to his chest.

“You idiots. Making me come out here in the damned rain!” You both turn in pleasant surprise to your explosive friend, a pinch in his brow and his hands stuffed stubbornly into his pockets. His heavy footsteps disrupt the puddles across the tarmac as he storms over to you.

“Hey man! You changed your mind?” Tucked comfortably into his side, you could feel the joy radiate from Kirishima’s chest. Bakugo grumbles dismissively. “sOmEoNE needs to watch you two… And it’s not like the rain’s gonna kill me, it’s just not fuckin necessary you morons!” A spurt of laughter escapes you at the sight of Bakugo’s notable annoyance yet, very attentive gesture to join you.

“C’mere bro.” Kiri wraps a welcoming arm around him, pulling you all together. You breathe in the comfort of their closeness. “We were all so busy in there, I didn’t get a chance to dance with you guys.” Kiri looks up at you both sheepishly. “Uh, I was wondering, if it’s not too late, could we dance now?” Bakugo sighs, pulling away a little and motioning to downpour around you. “You really wanna dance in the rain shitty hair? Not inside?”

“C’mon Bakugo, it’ll be fun, just the three of us.” You smile, your eyes catching a section of his hair folded across his forehead. You tenderly brush it away from his face, raking it over his hairline, soaking wet from the rain. “We just want to spend some time with you tonight.” Your touch and your comment make him flinch a little from embarrassment. His cheeks begin to flush a gentle pink, flustered from the openly intimate affection.

His expression furrows thoughtfully as Kirishima reaches for his hand. “C’mere man, it’s our prom night, can your prom dates get one dance with you?” He asks with a warm smile. Tilting his head to the sky, letting the unease trickle off the sides of jaw, Bakugo reciprocates the gesture, pulling Kirishima away from the curb.

As he storms off through the rain once again, his head turns over his shoulder and his eyes home in on your giddy expression. “Don’t get too ansty y/n, wait your turn.” Kirishima turns to you despite being dragged behind in Bakugo’s wake. “You’re up next y/n! Can’t leave here tonight without dancing with you.” “Ugh, fine, but I get her after! Best for last!” Bakugo barks in dispute. Kirishima runs a hand through his drenched bangs in compliance. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say- wait, best for last? What, are YOU the best or is she?” Bakugo pauses, before shoving Kirishima awa“I’m not gonna answer that! Just shut up and dance with me shitty hair!” Sitting on the curb nearby, you giggle at their friendly squabble, feeling a swell in your heart as you watch your dates dance together under the cool, calming trickle of the rain

mha incorrect #2

izuku : * loses katsuki in crowd *

izuku : hey todoroki i think we lost kacchan

todoroki : just wait and watch

todoroki (screaming) : u know deku he is way better then bakugou i think deku should be future no 1

katsuki appearing out of nowhere : WHAT DID U SAY ICY HOT

get it dhupal

can you likee not 💀💀💀

can i please use this to write a ff??? PLEASE

Please don't go to a place where I can't follow. Please don't ever empty your place in my heart.

ATE THIS UP!!!

Old Man!Price craves a pretty little housewife to waiting for him at home 🎀

As John gets older, he has this visceral urge to domesticate you that it also seems obsessive of him.

Hand in hand, John'll bring you back home to his cottage in the Cotswolds causing your eyes to widen at the home in front of you. As if your pinterest board has come to life, stained glass windows and a garden full of peonies. 

“God, this is exactly how I imagine my dream home to be like,” You say in awe before shrugging your shoulders, “Well that is if money wasn’t an issue.”

Your words earn a chuckle from John as he ushers you inside, giving you a tour of his home while you such over every little detail. 

‘Oh, that backsplash is literally my dream!’

‘Oh my god, a reading nook?!’

‘No way, you have a bloody walk in the pantry?!’

The smirk ever leaves John’s face as you continue to gush over his house well into dinner.

John is a very committed and detail-oriented man and that is why he needed to get everything perfect according to your Pinterest boards. He never leaves anything up to chance so all he did was look through your phone, browse your inspiration boards getting an idea of what you’d call home. 

His plan was coming into fruition. John had the house and now he had you inside of the house now all he has to do is to ‘accidentally’ get you pregnant. But there was a nagging fear at the back of his mind, a fear of potentially ruining an unborn child’s life with his obsession. As much as he wanted you to be at home taking care of his kids and tending to his house, John did not want to be a bad father. 

Every time he’d fuck you raw, John would try with all his might to cum deep inside of you over and over again until your pretty cunt could no longer hold his cum in anymore as it seeps out of you causing John to plug you up with his fingers. But every single time, John would back out at the last minute opting to cum on your back or something. 

He wanted to baby trap you but at the same time, he didn’t want you to blame him for everything that might go wrong in his life. The guilt will weigh too heavy for him to think that he ruined your chances of a better life without him. 

So when tonight you suggest for John to wear a condom because you forgot to pick up your birth control, John doesn’t hold back. He on longer has that stupid harpy of a voice in the back of his mind telling him not to ruin you and to ‘fucking not destory the one good thing in your bloody life, John!’

Rutting into you like a teenage boy who stuck his cock for the first time into an actual cunt, John thrusts were quick and deep bringing you to the brink of an orgasm over and over again only to stop his hips for a few seconds to once again pummeling into you, his cock bully your sweet, sweet insides. 

For once John is grateful for a condom, cumming inside you without a guilty conscience knowing that the condom didn’t let his cum paint your insides. He slumps against you, rolling onto his side as he holds your body flushed against his own, kissing your forehead and muttering words of thanks for ‘putting up with his old arse.’

It came to a shock when John sees the positive pregnancy test in your hands, the two blue lines mocking his efforts to not get you pregnant. A day later, he takes you ring shopping and proposes that same night. 

Now who’s gonna tell John that you were the one who poked holes in his condom?

me with simon riley each timeeeeeeeeeeee

Yes, I want to be his neighbor. Of course I want to be the stripper at the club he owns. I want to be his fated omega. I want to be his co-worker. I want to be his doctor, his arranged wife, his enemy, his childhood friend, his kid’s babysitter, his girlfriend, his wife, his ex-wife, his barista, his soulmate, his strange cryptid, his favorite blood bag, his divorce attorney, his pr relationship, his boss, his secretary, his sugar baby, his... I think you get the point.

In all universes, physical forms, and realities, I want that man.

death note incorrect #1

L: light is kira

Police force: Light isn’t kira

L: If I die light is kira

L dies

Police force: light isn’t kira

Near: light is kira

Police force: ok