I think a lot of people forget that Namjoon is so young. He was 19 internationally when they debuted. He is only a year older than Jimin and Taehyung and the maknae of the hyung line. At 19 he carried the hopes and dreams of six other boys and a company close to bankruptcy and it’s easy to cringe at 2013 Namjoon. He tried too hard, he made mistakes, he did expensive girl, his hair was stupid, and named himself Rap Monster! But 2013 Namjoon was also the one who was hungry for success, who lived diligently, produced music, wrote lyrics, and pushed forward despite an entire industry and underground artists he once respected insulting and degrading him and his brothers. 2013 Namjoon was desperate and terrified to show the world his heart and soul, and the layers peeled back revealed the kindest and wisest soul. So I love 2013 Namjoon. I love him to bits. I love his stupid hair, his sunglasses, his try hard attitude, his cringey, terrible mistakes, because 2013 Namjoon is what made 2019 Namjoon. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and turned it into a beautiful strength.
NSFW version. Cop! Daichi and sex in the car, there’s something better?
cw: car sex, masturbation, unprotected sex, established relationship, voyeurism? Afab reader
“Seems like you were made for me…”
Daichi holds your face gently at the level of his with two of his fingers, the same ones that just a minute ago were in between your legs. The position is not the most comfortable, but it’s just how he wants to have you; your body flushed against his, even with the shirt in between he wants to feel you as close as possible, smell you, lick you, sink into you and your warmth.
You can see it in his eyes, in the way he forces you to look at him, He wants to see every millimeter of that beautiful face he is about to ruin.
Your knees on either side of his hips barely find support on the seat of the car. Even though the windows are tinted and it’s raining outside and it’s already past midnight if anyone got close enough they could see your naked body straddling an officer. An officer that it happens to be your boyfriend, yes. But this is not the place to fuck with the authority. That’s how little self-control he has when it comes to you.
“So… Daichi nibbles lightly on the skin at the point where your neck and shoulder met- be good and fuck yourself on my cock.”
His words send a current of electricity down your spine that continues along with your fingertips, which curl in anticipation. Your hands move awkwardly around his hips trying to unbutton his pants. The angle barely allows you to maneuver so you opt to just unzip him and release his cock from within the restriction of the uniform.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t salivate as soon as you looked at him and Daichi’s face breaks into a smile that confirms it.
“You want it, don’t you?” You nod, the heat in your abdomen is more unbearable than the shame.
“Work for it then” One of his hands slides from your hip to your ass to provide support while with the other he spreads your folds apart once you line your entrance over him, his middle finger even has the luxury of fiddling with your clitoris.
“Dai…” His name gets choked in the back of your throat as you feel his girth and size making room into your cunt, as he stretches you so deliciously that you’re sure you’ll cum the moment he bottoms out inside you.
“It’s ok angel, let me fill you up” Your legs feel faint and it’s not due to exertion. An obscene sound floods the atmosphere inside the car.
You try harder and harder to take more of him inside you, but you are so incredibly tight that you even make Daichi grunt when the thick head touches you as deeply as only he can.
Immediately your hands search for some support, which you find on his chest, you regret not having taken off his shirt, although he probably wouldn’t have allowed it in the first place, you are dying to touch his delicious muscles, to dig nails and teeth into that delicious sun-kissed skin that you are fortunate to see every day next to you into your bed.
Although you start slowly the uncontrollable desire soon has you bouncing on his cock, the tip touching each of those delicious spots that make you feel like you can touch heaven, making tingle every fiber of your body that belongs to him and him alone.
“Good, so good for me” Daichi clenches his jaw trying to hold back his restless hips from taking control and fucking you from below but the way your pussy seems to clench onto him with every perfectly planned move to reach your release makes him lose his mind.
Daichi picks up the pace, the calloused tips of his fingers sinking desperately into your skin, drawing you even closer, making you go even lower, making him go deeper inside you. The sound of your wetness is muted by the sound of his skin slapping against yours, by the sound of your pornographic moans that ignore the fact that you are both still on the street.
Perhaps it is that very thought that makes you cum all over him, as you repeat over and over again his sweet name between your lips
“Fuck… fuck baby, cum, cum on my cock” Daichi grunts as an unfamiliar heat hits the skin of your ass, your senses so intoxicated from your orgasm are triggered even more due to the pain.
You can even feel him better; inside you, his veins throbbing against your walls, emptying his thick, warm load inside you, filling you completely. Your back curves beautifully as he is the only witness to such a beautiful sight that ends up sending him over the edge.
“Yeah, like that baby, just…” Daichi exhales, a last growl that gets trapped in his throat as he pushes inside you, making sure you are completely filled with him.
Once you both descend from your high, Daichi once again seeks your lips with his, kissing, nibbling marking every inch of you he finds on the way to them.
“Such a good girl,” He slide his thumb down your chin his touch much softer this time. Remembering where you’re both standing you descend from his legs to return to your seat. A bit of semen slides out from between your legs, threatening to stain his car.
“You know you’re gonna have to pay for it, right?” Daichi smiles as he leans over you to kiss your forehead.
request:Tsukishima + “oo you wanna kiss me so bad” is a concept I L I V E for
authors note:anon, you know me so well, thank you for this
“do you ever shut up?” you groaned, throwing your pen down on your notebook in frustration.
“only when i want to,” tsukishima retorted, causing you to jut out an eyebrow in annoyance.
the two of you were currently in the school library, nose deep in numerous textbooks that would assist you in completing the project that you had together. tsukishima was doing a lot more talking than work, which was an unusual characteristic coming from the academic boy.
as much as you liked his deep voice, hearing him relentlessly ramble to you about things you didn’t care about wasn’t one of your favorite things.
“hey, [name], did you know that in greek, the word dino-”
“tsukishima,” you firmly said, standing up to gather your books and placing them into your bag. “i don’t give a shit.”
he laughed at your harsh words, staring at you packing your bag with hooded attentive eyes. “don’t we have a project to work on? why are you leaving?”
“you’re annoying me. and anyways, you’re not doing any work so we can just pick this up on another day.” you threw your backpack over your shoulders, turning towards the library doors.
another obnoxious laugh soared out of the blond. “wait up.”
you payed no mind to words, choosing to take quicker steps to avoid him. your actions proved futile, for he was much faster than you were.
“couldn’t even wait for me? what an asshole,” he bickered, purposefully trying to get a reaction out of you.
“you, out of all people, are not going to be the one who lectures me on asshole behavior, tsukishima.” the two of you had passed the entrance of the library, now walking down the paths of your college hallways.
he smirked [down or up] at you. “my name sounds so sexy rolling off of your tongue, [name].”
you halted your movements, looking at him with a predatory gaze. “no.” you stated simply. you continued to burn holes into his face, imagining a situation where you could relentlessly punch him in the face. once you were satisfied with your violent little daydream, you resumed walking at your previous pace.
“you’re so boring.”
“only around you,” you turned to look at him, plastering a hard, forced smile onto your face.
“you have pretty smile,” he flirted, walking forward and paying no mind to your flustered face.
it took you a while to regain composure, but once you did, the urge to punch him in the face overcame you yet again. “y-you don’t get to say things like that,” you stammered, running up to catch up to him.
“why not?” you could see a smirk bestow his pretty face.
“b-because,” you struggled to find words to say. why did that single comment make you so nervous? “because i said so.” there was a childlike tone to your voice, which tsukishima let out a soaring laugh at.
“you know,” he paused, finally turning to look at you. “you wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid.”
your eyes widened like a deer in headlights, quickly turning around to look away from him. he didn’t need to see your expression. “i hate you. i hate you so much.”
“oh yeah?” he smirked.
“yeah.”
PFFT I HAD A DREAM ABT THIS A WHILE AGO AHHHHH PLEASE THIS WAS SO GOOD??? IM LIVING FOR THIS ANNOYING ASS FLIRTY TSUKISHIMA
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific
post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]
note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so..
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todoroki shouto
i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be longandpretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands
but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga they’re not really what i’d call them “long”
so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.
his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just reallyred
moving on..
you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when
he didn’t really get it at first??
yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet
shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it
and he takes care of his hande because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.
speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.
so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him
then he just suddenly reached for your hand
seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”
then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help
scenario
“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.
you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.
that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them
“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.
he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.
his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.
but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities
he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware
your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz
after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training
to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes
a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick itoff.
is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.
bakugou katsuki
SCREAMs
bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.
he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes
his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.
bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never cared about— until he started dating you
he’s kinda worried that you won’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?
you really like his hands..but you’re just scared of getting judged
so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed
scenario
“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff
“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you
“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”
“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.
“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”
“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”
“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that you can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”
you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”
you didn’t mean to make it sound thatupfront.
bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.
“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.
well.. not really?
he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.
when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.
bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,
and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.
a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh
but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all
but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T
midoriya izuku
less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga
of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about
but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well
he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit
hedefinitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so twinsies
but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream
compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.
but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.
you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized
but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.
and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions
but he gets real pouty when you pull away
scenario
“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room
“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.
“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.
“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”
izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted
“but why won’t you hold my hand?”
“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”
you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.
on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.
but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public
but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved
when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack
after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts
a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips
overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.
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bnha trio + hands is this what love feels like? fuck bakugou IM MELTING
haven’t posted here in forever but! have this band!AU Diluc ♡ i’ve always adored band AUs and wanted to draw my bb, i think bass would suit him a lot!
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