Fantastic SessRin Fanart By 時子❤️

Price's Beard

The rain continued to pour down outside the dimly lit cabin. The sky, dark and cold, a sharp contrast compared to the warmth of the fire that crackled in the hearth. Its light casting flickers of gold across the worn wood. Your bare legs rubbed against the rug that adorned the small room and you hummed in content pleasure.

Price sat on the floor, back against the seat of a leather armchair, one leg outstretched and the other bent to allow his forearm to rest on his knee. His glass of scotch held lazily in his fingers by the rim. You curled up between his legs, into his bare chest. Both your clothes, discarded and soaking wet, by the front door. Except Price was kind enough to offer you his hoodie. It was the only dry article of clothing to be found. The smell of cigars still clung to the fabric. 

You gently snatched the glass from his hand and took a sip. Not your preference. Though, it did give you the illusion of warmth as the scotch spread through you. You swirled the liquid inside, captivated by how the flickering firelight danced upon the amber hues, enchanting you with its glow.

“Beautiful…” You said absentmindedly.

Price grabbed the glass and sat it on the side table next to the chair. You peered up at him with a half hearted pout. He tilted his head, eyes narrowed slightly, the way they always did when he was calculating something. His beard, still damp from the storm, framed a slow, knowing smile as his eyes held yours.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you murmured, your voice low, like the way you’d speak in a church or a dream you didn’t want to wake from.

“Just thinking how lucky I am,” he said. His voice was gravelly and low, softened only by the hint of affection behind it. “Not many get something like this.”

You smiled, reaching up to brush a finger along the curve of his cheek and temple, where the firelight danced in his eyes. “You say that like you haven’t earned it.”

He hummed quietly. Though, you weren’t sure whether it was in agreement or not, because his head dipped down to place a slow and soft kiss on your lips. 

You let your fingers trail into his damp hair as the kiss deepened. The heat between you both rising. There was no rush in your movements, only a slow, reverent exploration, as if this moment was all that mattered, and there was nowhere else you'd rather be than right here.

Price’s hand cupped the back of your head as his other hand glided up from your thigh to your hip. His thumb skimmed the frayed edge on the hoodie. As though asking for permission. You brought your leg up closer, a silent plea. 

He understood your unspoken desire. His hand roamed, stopping briefly to allow a small squeeze of your plush rear, before continuing up your back. 

Your hands had their own exploring to do. One hand tangled in his hair, while the other pressed firmly into the strength of his chest. Your fingers lovingly weaved through the blanket of hair that adorned his torso. 

His thumb drifted along the curve of your breast before his whole hand found it. That calloused thumb brushing over your nipple, elicited a small moan from your lips. Price smiled into your kiss. Pulling away by only a breath.

Your eyes fluttered open and the expression he wore was one of heavy lidded desire and quiet worship. As though you were a deity to be placed upon an altar. 

“Beautiful…” He said on a breath, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. 

Adjusting your both, he lowered you onto the rug, your hair spilling out around you like ink in water as he said, “Let me take my time.”

With your back to the floor, he positioned himself between your legs. You could see the outline of his erection in his boxers from here and desperately wanted to reach out for it. To feel its heat in your palm. But then, he pulled the hoodie up. Revealing your stomach. His lips placed delicate kisses on of it. You arched your back and allowed him to push the fabric up further to reveal your breasts to the glow of the firelight. 

His mouth found those with ease too. Slow and soft. As though he intended to kiss every inch of your skin in a show of worship. 

Your hands gripped the fabric of the hoodie, bringing it to your mouth and biting down on it as his mouth found your hard and wanting nipple. He sucked and licked and nipped. All the while his hands roamed over your exposed flesh. One of them dipped between your legs and that thumb once again taunted you with its delicate touch. Skimming through your folds until it found your clit.

Your mouth released the fabric of the hoodie to let out a breathy sigh, his name fluttering off your lips like a prayer.  

“That’s it…” Price said in between his ministrations of your breast, “Say my name like it's the only thing you know.”

He moved his hands up to completely remove the hoodie. Your body, now entirely bare for him. The fire crackled, a soft soundtrack to the way he stared at you with reverence, each movement unhurried, deliberate. His eyes never left yours, not even as he kissed his way lower, down through the valley of your breasts, over your ribs, pausing to savor every inch.

When he reached the apex of your thighs, his lips parted with anticipation, and then he vanished between your legs.

When his tongue slid through your folds you arched up with a soft gasp. Your hand tangled in his thick hair, the scratch of his beard drawing a sharp, delicious contrast to the warmth of his tongue.

He didn’t rush. No part of him ever did. He explored you slowly, as if he were learning you, memorizing every tremble and sigh. 

His name left your mouth again, as though he were deity now. When his lips found your clit, your thighs reflexively clenched around his head. His musing never wavered. 

You could barely keep her eyes open, watching the silhouette of his broad shoulders shifting with every movement, his grip firm around your thighs, holding you open, grounding you as you drifted into another plane of existence.

His rhythm was practiced and true. Increasing his momentum with every one of your whimpers until he found the right speed. The one that made both your hands grip his hair. The one that made your back arch and pushed stars into your vision. 

A surge of pleasure spread out from your core washed over you. A high pitched cry escaped the back of your throat. Piercing through the night like a firework. You bucked your hips up and clenched around nothing, but Price kept you in place with his firm grip. He didn’t stop his tongue until you had shakingly come down from your high. His eyes, watching you from below like a predator. 

Your hands released their grip on his hair and your back relaxed into the rug. Only then did Price pull himself from between your thighs. His forearms were braced on the floor and your legs were lazily hanging from his shoulders.

You glanced down at him and immediately covered your face at the sight of him, “Oh my god…your face…” You said with an embarrassed laugh.

He chuckled, “One of bliss I would imagine.”

You shook your head and peeked at him through your fingers, “No! Your beard…it’s…it's covered in, well…me.”

He laughed wholeheartedly and brought a hand up to wipe his chin. Where a slick and glossy sheen covered his beard. 

“Well…” He said in a low baritone, “What a nice problem to have.” 

You sat up on your forearms and stared at him as he licked his fingers clean, “Stop that.” You said with a click of your tongue.

He arched a brow at you, “Well, I need to clean it up somehow.”

You gave him a lopsided smile, that didn’t convey the scorn that you wanted, “Maybe you should shave your beard.”

He chuckled, low and menacing, “Not happening…but I think I can make a compromise by just shaving the chin.”

You threw your head back and laughed with your whole chest, “The great Captain Price is actually going to shave part of his beard off?”

Price adjusted himself and crawled up to meet your gaze head on. You stopped your laughs, and bit your bottom lip to fight back your unbridled smile.

“If it means I can taste your sweet cunt every night, then I would.”

Then, he kissed you with a deep and unfiltered passion. One that spoke again of that reverence. The taste of you still lingered on his lips. This time, nothing held you back. Your hand found his throbbing cock through the soft fabric of his boxers, drawn in by the gravity between you, by the promise of more. The moment settled around you both like a secret only the two of you would ever understand.

Hey!! I finished your fic! I just need to go through and edit it. It ended up being longer than I expected but I really hope you enjoy it! Do you have any plans for your day?! - 💐

Awesome! I’m close to finishing mine. It’s also longer than I anticipated. We have to call my mother in law today. Ngl it will probably take up 3-4 hours of my day. It will be mentally draining. I love her, but she is a handful. After that, most likely curl up on the couch and watch tv while performing the struggle snuggle with my dogs.

BNHA Parallels

Present Mic gave the name Eraserhead. Aizawa became Eraserhead.

Mirio said that Tamaki would outshine the sun. Tamaki became Suneater.

Bakugou called Midoriya a Deku. Midoriya became Deku.

Not sure how many people know this but the creator of YYH is the creator of HxH. In order to create the anime for HxH he had to end the YYH series. So he wrapped it up quickly, that way he could do HxH.

Inasa and his super short S/O??? Please and thank you :)

Inasa is a mood. Here you go, hun, I appreciate the politeness ^-^ -Calamari

Inasa literally cannot get enough of you.

Whenever you’re in crowds and you can’t see above everyone, he’ll put you on his shoulders.

He loves being wrapped around you when you’re cuddling. He absolutely needs to hold you at all times possible.

Sometimes, just to spite you, he’ll use his quirk to boost you up to his height. This usually comes after him saying he “can’t hear you from down there.”

He loves tossing you up in the air and catching you. He finds you to be absolutely adorable.

There are some days where he genuinely wants to be closer to you so he’ll have some winds beneath you carrying you around him. 

He mostly does prefer carrying you on his shoulders, it’s the best place for him to be.

This fic is dedicated to @my-littlewritings for the BNHA Spring Time Event! I have had fun getting to know you during these past couple weeks! I do hope you enjoy! I hope everyone who has stumbled upon this enjoys it! It is for any and all!

Bakugo x Reader SFW

Boom boy wants an invitation

Word count: 3.1k

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The sky, much like the park below, was bustling. Clouds danced around the sun. The park was beaming with people as they gathered to partake in the festivities. Food stands stood along a pre determined path. Filling the air with the delectable aromas of batter frying. Grills sizzling with fresh meat. People gathered around the grassy steps of an amphitheater. On the concrete stage, the band was setting up instruments. Chords occasionally strummed to test the sound quality.

“Over here, Kirishima!” Mina exclaimed, “I found the perfect spot!” Waving from the top of the amphitheater.

Kirishima grinned as he jogged over to her. Bakugo lazily followed behind, a scowl carved into his brow. They stopped in an area that was away from the larger groups, who had laid claim to other steps. It still held a noticeable view of the stage, but tucked off to the side. Bakugo groaned and dropped down, to sit on the soft grass. It was still cool from the rains the night before. It did it bother him, it had a soothing effect on his hands.

“Hey, Bakugo! You can help too, ya know?!” Mina shouted as she gave him a kick.

He scoffed, “Whatever. Don’t see why you need those.” He said as he closed his eyes and laid back. Intertwining his fingers behind his head to keep it propped up.

Mina growled and huffed as she spread out the blankets with Kirishima. Who laughed awkwardly, not wanting to get in the middle of their argument. He was the one who dragged Bakugo along. Not aware that Mina wanted it to be just the two of them. He was dense to her hints. However, Mina was quick to react and had a plan in mind. One that Kirishima would never had envisioned. It was easier than telling Bakugo to just go back home.

“You know, Bakugo.” She said with a sly smile, “I invited, you know who to join us.” She turned slightly to see Bakugo peek an eye open. She giggled, “Yeah. That’s right. She should be here any minute now. You wouldn’t want to seem like a lazy, good for nothing friend when she’s around, would you?”

“Tch. Whatever…like I care.” He said nonchalantly, closing his eyes again.

Mina frowned and sat down on the blankets. Pouting over Bakugo’s insensitivity. She looked over at Kirishima who just shrugged.

“Oh, you’re no help.” She said with a wave of her hand.

“Well, what do you expect?” Kirishima asked as he sat down next to her, “I mean, did you think he would jump around like a school girl?”

Mina rolled her eyes, “Well, no but…” She turned to Kirishima and whispered, “…they totally have something. I mean you saw it too, right?”

Kirishima chuckled, “Well, yeah. But you know him, he isn’t exactly a Casanova.”

“Yeah. I’m aware, but I think she made an impact and I am here for it.” She said with a smile.

“What are you two dumb-asses whispering about?!” Bakugo exclaimed, hearing bits and pieces of their conversation. Only partly paying attention. He kept his eyes closed and choose to ignore them. It was easier than trying to deal with their idiotic tendencies.

“Whatcha doin’?” You asked in a chipper tone.

Bakugo’s eyes shot open when he heard the familiar voice. He stared up at you and could not control the way his mouth slowly gaped open. Your hair flowed freely, blocking the sun that was once beating down on him. It gave you a heavenly glow. You smiled at him, then sat down on the section between Bakugo and the blankets. The rays now beaming back into his eyes. He turned his head to better follow your movements.

“Hey, girl!” Mina exclaimed, “You don’t have to sit in the grass! Come join us on the blankets.” She said while patting the soft, dry fabric.

You shook your head, “I’m good. The grass feels nice.”

Mina shrugged, “Suit yourself.”

You smiled at her and turned back to catch Bakugo staring at you. He instinctively turned away. Closing his eyes, as though he had no care in the world. You laid back in the grass. Unbothered by the coolness that condensed in the small of your back from the grass. You gazed up at the sky. The clouds passed by lazily above you.

“Are you watching the clouds?” You asked, turning to see if Bakugo was.

Again you caught him staring at you. Once more he looked away. Back up at the clouds that were now blocking the sun’s unforgiving rays. You smiled softly, but kept your gaze on him. His eye flickered back to catch a glimpse of you. His cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink when he discovered he had been caught. Again he looked away. You chuckled and turned back to look towards the sky.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked sharply.

You brought your hand up to point at a passing cloud, “Does that cloud look like a duck or a bunny to you?” You asked, avoiding the real answer to his question.

He scoffed, “I dunno.”

“Aww come on…use your imagination.” You said, “What do you see?”

Bakugo looked up at the cloud. He could make out the wings, but not much else. “It looks like…” He said, trying to decipher what his eyes saw, “I just see wings.”

You smiled, “Yeah.” You turned your head and gazed at him, “I see a duck.”

He turned his head and instead of pulling away from your stare, he kept the hold. Your eyes were now locked and his intense stare gave you chills. It may have been the breeze. However, goosebumps covered your skin the longer he stared. His brow was furrowed, but there was a calmness in his eyes. You smiled warmly at him. Although it was for only a brief moment, you could see the subtle change in his expression. His brow loosened and his mouth opened slightly. It faded just as quickly as it came. His expression returning to its normal scowl soon enough.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Mina. Who was exclaiming about the first band going on stage. You propped yourself up on your elbows. Getting a better view of the stage as the band ran out to greet the crowd. They were fired up. You could feel the excitement of the crowd as it roared to life. As the first song rolled through the speakers, Mina stood up. Grabbing Kirishima from his seat. The two began dancing to the upbeat rhythm and hyped up beats.

“Idiots.” Bakugo scoffed.

You peered back at him. This time you did not catch his glance. Although, it still lingered when you turned back to check out the band. He did not like how often his eyes trailed over you. It was like this the last time you met. Mina had invited you to his birthday party. One he did not wish to have, but Kirishima once again insisted. You were intoxicating to him. So calm, cool and collected all the time. You never flinched when he shot off his blasts. Your eyes were always watching and he could never seem to shake off the feelings that gave him.

Moving his knee up, he placed his hand on it. Using his left forearm to keep himself upright. Still trying to give off the fact that he did not care. However, he could not deny that the music, and the company, were actually good.

You peeked over at Bakugo when he changed his position. It seemed he did not catch you. Which was good. You could not look at him for more than a few seconds. It was unfair for someone to look so good. The black shirt he wore, looked two sizes too small. In that position his muscles were flexed and it looked like he could rip the shirt at its seams.

You tried concentrating on the music. However, you could not release the mental image of Bakugo’s thick arms. Your thoughts began to run wild with wonders of what his shirt might be hiding. It was eating away at you. If you were to keep your sanity and composure, you had to do something. You stood up from your position on the ground. Wiping off the grass.

“Hey Mina!” You shouted over the music, “I’m gonna go get something to drink!”

She gave you a thumbs up and continued dancing. You turned to look down at Bakugo. He glanced up at you.

“Want anything?” You asked.

To him the question had many answers. To your surprise, he stood up. What came next almost sent you to the moon. He interlaced his fingers and swung his arms above his head. Then, stretched and arched his back. The contours of his muscles were mouth watering. Your eyes trailed down to the hem of his shirt. That was now hiked up. Revealing the rim of his underwear and the bottom of his smooth and taut abdomen.

“What you lookin’ at?” Bakugo asked sharply.

You shook your head and adverted his gaze. “Nothing. I was just thinking about…what I should get to drink.” You said, hoping he did not catch you staring so blatantly at him. You turned and headed towards the food stands.

Bakugo was only a couple steps behind. You could not see the smirk that formed on his lips. It was quick to disappear. He was confident that he saw where your gaze had drifted. It was a silent gesture. During the walk to the food stands, he got a sight of his own. His eyes once again trailing over your body. Your choice of a crop top was perfect. The way your back moved and arched was a sight to behold. However, nothing compared to way your hips and thighs moved in your tight jeans. He wondered how you could even get into them. Did you paint them on? Would they be hard to take off? His wild thoughts were interrupted by your voice.

“Let’s try this place.” You said as you abruptly stopped in your tracks.

Since Bakugo’s attention was elsewhere, he did not stop soon enough. Instead, he stepped into you. Throwing you off balance. His hand quickly grabbed your waist, preventing your fall. As he held firm to your waist, a group of people walked by. Tightening the space between both of you. You had no choice but to squeeze into his body as the crowd moved forward. You were unsure where to put your hands, but they somehow ended up on his chest. Unwilling to look up, your eyes stayed on your hands. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours.

The crowd was gone, but Bakugo had yet to release you. His rough and calloused hand still firmly gripping your supple skin. However, he knew keeping hold of you was not the right step now. So he released his grip. You pulled away at the speed of a snail. Your eyes found the strength to gaze into his. His brow was relaxed, but his gaze still gave you goosebumps.

Bakugo turned away and walked over to the food stand. You breathed a sigh of relief. Unaware that you had even been holding your breath. You both ordered drinks and proceeded back to the amphitheater. The journey back was just as quiet as the one before. However, the atmosphere was different.

“I love this song.” You said, as a way to break the silence and tension between you.

All Bakugo did was grunt in reply. You took the straw of your drink in your mouth. It was easier than your foot. The sweet concoction was enough to distract you during the walk back.

Once again, you both laid on the grass. Watching the band unveil more stunning pieces of music. You could have sworn on your life, that Bakugo was now closer to you this time. Both of your positions, same as before, were now less than a foot apart. Your heart was starting to speed up the pace. Making you lose your composure was something that Bakugo seemed to excel at. His affect, effortless.

As the band continued, so did your thoughts. You two had only known each other for a short time. However, you wanted to know more about him. His likes and dislikes. His dreams and desires. What he had been through and what he planned for his future. He was a closed book and you desperately wanted to flip through his pages.

You turned to gaze at Bakugo, “Do you like the music so far?” You asked. Another attempt at breaking the tension.

“Yeah.” He said quickly.

You pondered on how stupid a question that was. A closed ended question like that would yield no results. You glanced over at Mina and Kirishima. Who were laying on the blankets together. Singing to the song. Neither of them were any good, but they looked so happy. They held each other close and you could not stop that tinge of jealousy that crept into your heart.

The rest of the afternoon continued on as before. Occasionally, you would ask Bakugo a question. His answers were short and to the point. Even open ended questions yielded short responses. Eventually, you gave up and just listened to the music. You hummed along and periodically sang a line or two. You did not want to appear like some obsessive freak. So as you sang along, you kept your distance. Giving him the space you felt was necessary.

As you occasionally sang the ins and outs of the various songs, Bakugo watched. His focus on your soothing voice. You were no Sinatra, but you carried the notes. You did not waver and your tone stayed true. It was much more entertaining to watch than the band. At least, to Bakugo. The conversations you were having were very one sided. It was not that he did not want to talk. However, it was that he did not know what to say. Although, now a question was burning inside him.

“Do you sing professionally?” He asked.

You stopped your melody and turned to look at him. Your cheeks and ears stained pink. Was he asking you a question? Did he just ask, if you sang professionally? You were not a singer, at least not a good one. Singing casually to songs was something everyone did. Did you really sound that good?

You chuckled, “Oh no. No way. I’m really not that good.” You said, waving your hand. A means to brush off the anxiety you felt.

His red eyes drilled into yours, “I think you sound nice.” He said, turning his gaze to the band, “Better than these guys.”

“Thank you. Really, but I’m no professional. Singing in the shower is the only stage I perform on.” You said with a chuckle.

“Then, where do I buy tickets?” He said with a smirk and a side glance in your direction.

You took in a sharp breath. This man was surely going to be the death of you. You could feel it. The tension that was hanging in the air before, was palpable now. If there was a doubt in your mind before, it was out the door now. You glanced over at him and decided to see how far he would go with this. You flipped the switch.

“My performances are invitation only.” You said with a coy smile.

His eyes widened, a thin lipped smirk quickly shifted into a toothy grin. Baring his impressive canines. Not only could you see the excitement start to boil in his eyes. You could also feel it growing inside yourself. You were playing with fire now. He leaned in closer and you stood your ground. Your own smile unwavering as he inched closer. His eyes were swimming in yours. The moment, however, was short lived.

Kirishima once again was unobservant and could not read the situation. He jumped up from his spot on the blanket and exclaimed, “I’m starving! Bakugo lets go get something to eat!”

Bakugo pushed back from his position and slowly pulled his eyes from yours to glare at Kirishima, “I’m not hungry.” He said in a deep growl.

You sighed. Unsure if it was out of relief or frustration. Could you have stayed collected if the moment continued? What was he going to say next? What was he going to do? The remark he made was bold and it took you by surprise. However, you could tell that your comment was also not something he had anticipated.

Kirishima shrugged and walked off to the food stands with Mina in tow. Bakugo turned his attention back to you. Making contact with his gaze sent a chill up your spine. You inhaled quickly through your nose. He placed his hand in the grass next to yours. His thumb sitting gently on the top of your hand.

“So…how do I get that invitation?” He asked as he slowly rubbed circles into your skin.

You could not help but lick your lips as you contemplated what to say. The simple act caused Bakugo to break his gaze with yours. Only for a second. His other hand found its way to the ends of your hair. He trailed his fingers up the strands, then tucked them behind your ear. The tips of his fingers brushing the skin of your neck. You drew your next breath in, slowly. The exhale, twice as long. His thumb rubbed your cheek while his fingers grazed along your jawline and neck.

You wanted to move, you really did. Only your head wavered as you leaned into his hand. Your eyes fluttering. With your face in his hand, you gazed back up at him. Your stare was too much. The tension snapped.

“Fuck it.” He said sharply.

Before your brain could register what he said, his lips were on yours. You grasped his forearm to prevent yourself from falling back. He hit you with more force than you could have anticipated. However, he was a step ahead. His hand ripped away from the grass to wrap around your waist. Pulling you in closer.

You let a moan slip out as you also removed your hand from the earth. Finding its way up his arm. Pausing at every curve in his flexed muscles. Until it found a place in his hair.

In all reality, the kiss lasted seconds. However, in that moment, time was nothing but a construct. It held no place. You both pulled your lips apart. Your hand trailed along his neck and onto his chest. You placed it there as a means to stop yourself. Your heart was beating faster than the drums of a battleship.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.” He said through a long breath.

You smirked, “That definitely earns an invitation.”

My pieces for SESSRIN Calendar set. Thank you @sessriniscanon  Art © Me

Characters © Rumiko Takahashi

Botan, Koenma, Keiko Yukimura & Genkai por Pong. 😎🥰😍❤️👊🏻💪🏻

Ok, so can we talk about this? @sesshoumarusama

In Ep 9 we meet Sesshomaru’s mother. She is wearing a pretty, purple and white kimono, with green and gold butterflies. In the last episode of Final Act, we see Rin wearing a purple kimono with gold butterflies on it.

Now, it many be nothing, but my brain is doing flips right now. What if Sesshomaru got the kimono from his mother? Same with the pink one she gets as well? I mean, I know he could also have gone to a market. However, I don’t really see him going to a market. Or maybe he had Jaken pick it up.

However, I feel like this is such a nice kimono. And the butterflies I feel are something his mother likes. A pattern she is fond of. Mothers sometimes tend to put their own preferences into gifts. Maybe it was a gift from his mother? She saw her son’s fondness for Rin and gave him the kimonos to give to Rin.

Rin had been running around in that orange one for so long. It was probably starting to get worn. Also, it wasn’t very pretty. It was plain. I feel like his mother, being a high class woman, could not stop thinking about that after their encounter. So she eventually had the kimono made for Rin. OR Sesshomaru went to his mother for advice on what kind of kimonos females liked.

I’m not sure, it’s really just a theory. However, I feel like Sunrise was doing something there. Mirroring of some kind. They are way too similar to just be a coincidence.

Okay I think I’m gonna try a mixture! I don’t often do fluff so we’ll have to try and see how this goes! Do you have any ideas who I might be yet or are you still at a loss?! I’m so excited to gift this fic to you I really do hope you enjoy it and I do the character justice for you! 💕 - 💐

I’m still at a loss. Sorry. I’m really excited to read it! It will be great! I know it!