#but i wish my body didn’t like constantly feel weird because i can’t tell what’s its average shit and what’s the allergy 😭

[sanemistar]

TAKE ME BACK

contents ★ ex!geto x fem!reader, angst to fluff, exes then back to lovers, slightly ooc geto (?), 1.2k+ wc. requested for my milestone event. author's message ★ trying a new layout for this one :3 i honestly love this color combo plus these are my favorite colors ever <333

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seeing your ex boyfriend suguru for the first time after the breakup left you with mixed feelings of both familiarity and unfamiliarity. in terms of appearance, he hadn’t really changed. he looked pretty much the same way as you left him except his jet black hair had gotten longer. however, something about his aura had changed. you weren’t exactly sure what it was, you just had a feeling that it wasn’t the same as before, it was a tad bit softer, more gentle, and it made you feel as if you were being in the presence of a completely different person.

tension began to rise as awkward silence filled the atmosphere around you. it was excruciating and you had a hard time breathing, your heart clenched painfully. you were anxious and nervous.

yet despite all that, deep down inside your heart was a part of you that wanted to see suguru again, which grew bigger when it actually happened, you were quite happy to see him again after all that time.

if you were being completely honest, you had never been able to move on from him. so in other words, you still had feelings for him. and if he ever asked you to get back together, you would do it in a heartbeat without a single hint of hesitation.

you knew he wouldn’t though, and these were only wishful thoughts on your part. because you were pretty sure things between you and him had ended once and for good that day. showing no signs of a reconciliation.

“you haven’t changed at all.” your eyes widened slightly, it was as if he was reading your mind. was it some sort of telepathy or something? you didn’t know. his voice pierced through your ears, and it got you thinking that his tone hadn’t changed in the slightest. his voice was still as soft as it could be.

“you too, sug—geto.” you almost called him by the nickname you gave him back when he was your boyfriend, but quickly realized and changed to his last name. however, it didn’t feel right to you. it felt so forced, simply because his nickname used to roll off your lips ever so effortlessly, your tongue was so used to the sound of ‘sugu’ as it rolled out naturally. so when you forced it to say his last name instead, it came off weird.

suguru chuckled, a somewhat sad smile made its way onto his face upon hearing his last name rolling over your lips. the sound of it felt foreign to his ears as it reminded him that you two weren’t in the kind of relationship that allowed you to be on a nickname basis anymore. it hurt him, and it hurt him deep.

because truth be told, he too, still loved you. he tried his hardest to move on with his life, he went out with many girls, and he even went as far as to sleep with them in desperate attempts to forget all about you as if he���d never met you. but to his misfortune, his attempts never worked out. you were simply unforgettable to him, he could never erase you from his heart even if he wanted to.

he had left his heart with you on the day you called it quits, and couldn’t manage to get it back to give it to someone else.

you felt as if time was frozen, and you were stuck in yet another prolonged moment of silence. with just you and suguru together, no one else.

your mind was constantly telling you to run away, to not look back and leave him behind. that you were better off without him. but your emotions took control over your actions as your heart refused to let your body move, and you remained still in your spot.

“i can’t believe i let you go,” suguru spoke for the first time in what seemed like forever, breaking that thick layer of silence. “i was such a fool, wasn’t i?”

his regretful tone caught you by surprise, you couldn’t believe that it was possible for suguru to regret a decision he made. yet there he was, spilling out his regrets in front of you.

you slowly parted your lips open, thinking of what to say back to him.

“isn’t it a little too late for that?”

that wasn’t what you wanted to say, you wanted to say that you missed him, that you still loved him, that you wanted to get back together with him.

but your mind was too quick to react. you wished you could take back what you said, but it was too late for that.

“maybe… but if i’m being honest with myself, i still love you. actually, i don’t think i’ve ever stopped loving you once.” you watched suguru admit that he still had feelings for you in utter disbelief. it was the last thing you expected to hear from him. how he looked at you while he was talking and how earnest he sounded were enough proof that he was being sincere and genuine, he meant every single word he said.

suguru on the other hand, felt some sort of relief washing over him after finally letting his suppressed feelings for you out of his chest. he didn’t know if he would ever get another chance to see you again, so he was more than determined to win you back. it wasn’t guaranteed that you would allow him in your life once again, but he was still willing to give it his all.

“so please just,” he paused momentarily, taking a deep breath before proceeding. “take me back to you.” it sounded as if he was pleading, perhaps he was indeed pleading. he was just desperate at that point as this was his last resort. but he didn’t care if he seemed desperate, he was able to put his pride aside and show you his weak side. to suguru, if showing his vulnerability to you was the price he had to pay for him to get you back, then so be it.

“you idiot, of course i’d take you back. i wouldn’t want to be with anyone who wasn’t you, i will always love you.”

that sole sentence was enough to bring you to tears because of how moving it was. you immediately run towards him and throw yourself in his arms as you wrapped your arms tightly around him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him for dear life. his body slightly flinched under your touch, but quickly reacted as his strong arms pulled you closer to him. your bodies were so close that you could feel the warmth of one another.

“welcome back, sugu.” you said in between your sobbing, finally allowing his name roll off your lips ever so easily. he smiled upon hearing his nickname being said as he gave the top of your head a series of small, tender pecks.

“yeah, i’m back home.” he hummed softly against your ear.

suguru had been lost for so long, but at last he was finally back to where he belonged, to you, his home.

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[apclyptc]

DUMB— chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis: reader is smart and top of her class in college. chris however, is not too interested in her intelligence.

warnings: full on smut, swearing and also drinking/smoking, use of the pet name baby, use of the word slut, dumbification, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex

“hit her from the back she can’t do nothing but yell,

and she smart as fuck i got this bitch straight out of yale”

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Ever since you were younger, you seemed to have a gift for memorising and holding information. Because of this, people assumed you studied constantly.

Obviously, you did study. But it wasn’t like you didn’t have a social life. You enjoyed college parties like any other person would.

So when a guy in your class invited you to his frat house for a party, of course you didn’t refuse.

The only thing was, this guy just happened to be Chris.

He was in your social studies class, usually sat at the very back with a couple of his friends in the lecture. You knew of each other, having shared mutual friends from other classes. You’d never really spoken to him one-to-one, mainly because he was always socialising with pretty much everyone, and while you weren’t shy, you also weren’t a huge fan of jumping into conversations with people who all knew each other prior.

It also didn’t help that Chris was the most attractive man you had seen in college, or maybe in your life.

You were good at hiding it, but he made you nervous. Of course, when he invited you to his fraternity house, you faked an air of confidence so you didn’t weird him out.

“Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” Chris began, and when you affirmed with a nod he continued, “I’m throwing a party tonight, you should come.” He threw a smile in your direction, and you pushed down the immediate feeling of giddiness before answering.

“Yeah sure, sounds good. When does it start?” You asked nonchalantly as you could.

“Around 10. You can come whenever, it will be on way into the morning anyway.”

“Great. Am I good to bring a couple friends?” You replied, not wanting to walk into a party alone.

“Yeah that’s fine with me. Ask your friend Lola, my buddy Nate has a thing for her. Just don’t tell him I told you that.” He smirked at you.

That smirk. You wished you could see that smirk while he was hovering over you as he sla—

“Lola, yeah! I’ll bring her along with me.” You snapped out of your less than decent reverie and gave Chris a response.

“Perfect. I’ll see you there, Y/N.” He gave a quick glance up and down your body before turning and walking away from you.

It was then you realised, you had absolutely nothing to wear. Plus, since Chris just personally asked you, you decided you may as well dress as hot as possible.

Y/N: hey lola, frat party tonight?

Lola: do u even have to ask??? usually it’s me dragging u to these things

Y/N: true lmao. i’m gonna need to borrow something from ur closet

Lola: ooooh why, do u need smth slutty?

Y/N: maybe

maybe i was personally invited by the party thrower

Lola: who

Y/N: chris 😇

Lola: GIRL-

ok ok i’ll give u the sluttiest thing i can find

come over later and we can pick something out for u

A couple of hours later once you were finished at college, you headed to your best friend Lola’s dorm.

You two had spent what seemed like hours choosing each other’s outfits.

“By the way, a little birdie told me that Nate has a thing for you.” You eyed Lola up, knowing she had a soft spot for him.

“Oh, really? That’s interesting. Totally unrelated but would you still happen to have that box of condoms I gave you for secret santa last year?” Lola gave you a suggestive look, raising her eyebrows.

“Of course. Already put two in my bag.” You both laughed.

You arrived at the party at 11:27, mainly because no one turns up to a party on time, but also because Lola took a ridiculous amount of time to get ready.

You met up with a couple of girls from the dorms opposite Lola, seeing as they were also invited.

As soon as you arrived, you were immediately shown to the kitchen where an array of bottles were displayed.

Vodka, whiskey, rum, tequila and practically any spirit you could think of, were decorated around the kitchen.

You grabbed two cups, one for you and Lola, and filled it with vodka and soda.

“Hey, I think I see Nate and Chris over there.” Lola points behind you through to the games room, where lo and behold, Nate and Chris were playing what looked like an intense game of beer pong.

The two of you walked over to them, Nate noticing you first.

“Hey! Come help me win the game, Lola.” He gestured for her to play with him.

Chris had then turned around to see you, that smirk appearing yet again.

“You gonna help me?”

You took a quick swig of the contents in your cup before joining Chris at the table.

“Atta girl. Nice of you to bring Lola for my bro.” He spoke in a low voice so that only you could hear.

“Chris, stop flirting and throw the damn ball.” Nate teased, and you felt your cheeks grow red.

Chris threw the ball into the cup closest to him, the object landing into the beer and making a splash.

“Drink up, fool.” he glanced at you to make sure you were watching.

After a while, you had enough to drink to give you a confidence boost, and were now invested in the game of beer pong.

It was down to one cup each, and you had to make the final shot.

“Come on, Y/N,” Chris spoke from behind you, “you got it.”

It was too hard to concentrate with his voice so close to your ear, and his body so close to yours. You threw the ball, but it narrowly missed the cup.

“Yes! Chris you’re a loser!” Nate laughed at his best friend across from the table, throwing his arm around Lola who had locked eyes with you as he did this.

‘Don’t forget the condom’, you mouthed to her playfully, and she winked, pointing to her pocket.

Nate and Lola had then disappeared together, leaving you alone with Chris.

“Sorry I missed the cup.” You joked.

“Apology accepted. You wanna smoke with me?” He pulled out a perfectly rolled joint from his pocket.

You weren’t a huge smoker, only joining with Lola occasionally when you felt like unwinding.

Nevertheless you agreed, deciding you may as well since you were at a party.

Chris lead you upstairs into his room. Your eyes immediately glanced around the room, taking in its appearance.

Chris sat on the edge of his bed, and you followed.

“Could you get my lighter, it’s in the top drawer over there.” He pointed to the bedside table at the wall, and you grabbed the device, passing it to him which he thanked you for.

“Lola and Nate seem to hit it off.” You spoke.

Chris held the joint between his lips, lighting it before replying, “he’s down bad for her. Has been for a while.”

You giggled to yourself, knowing Lola felt the same about him. It was a good feeling for you, because you knew Nate was a nice guy.

“They’re a good match. Nate’s a good guy for her." You responded, watching Chris take the first hit of weed and exhaling the thick smoke.

“Yeah? Is that what you’re into? Nice guys?” He asked you, taking another hit before passing it to you.

You took the joint from his hand and inhaled.

“I guess. I think I prefer someone more… unpredictable.” You had Chris in mind as you answered. You had yet to figure out why he invited you here himself, since you didn’t know each other that well.

“In what way?”

“I don’t know, someone I can’t figure out. I like to be kept on my feet, someone like Nate is easy to understand because he’s straightforward. Which is great for Lola, she deserves someone who is like that.” You thought about all the past few guys Lola had a thing with. They weren’t that nice.

You passed the joint back to Chris who had his eyes trained on you as you spoke.

“So you like the tension, not knowing when or if someone wants you.” He tried to understand.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice when it’s easy. But..” You trailed off.

“It’s more fun not to know.” Chris finished your trail of thought as if he knew the feeling.

“Exactly.”

A comfortable silence sat between you, passing the joint back and forth until it was gone.

“I have a question.” You asked, breaking the silence.

Chris tapped the joint out on his bedside table, and brought his attention back to you, “Go ahead.”

“Why did you invite me here? I mean, it’s not that I didn’t want to come, it’s just that we haven’t really talked much.” You asked, needing to know.

Chris chuckled.

“I thought it was more fun not to know?” He smirked, using your own logic against you.

“Come on! Tell me.” You persisted.

Chris leaned in closer to you, and you could swear your heart was beating out of your chest.

“I always see you in class,” He began to explain, continuing to close the gap between you, “sitting close to the front, answering all the questions. You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”

The tension was palpable, and you felt yourself grow wetter as his low voice penetrated your ears.

“I want an answer.” He demanded.

“I- I guess so.” Your voice wavered, all of a sudden finding it hard to speak.

“I’ve always wanted to see how long it takes until I can make you speechless.”

And it surely didn’t take long, because in moments his lips were on yours.

It was as if every guy you had dated never existed, the feeling of Chris kissing you overrode any experience you had thus far.

His left hand rested on the back of your neck while his other hand took the opportunity to roam around your body, from your thighs to your chest, until it landed on your waist.

Your hands swiftly made their way to his arm and hair, while deepening the kiss he had started.

In a quick movement he lifted you onto his lap, letting both his hands find purchase on your waist.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you slowly moved your hips rhythmically, earning a soft grunt from him.

Pulling away, he spoke, “You want to do this?”

You nodded, before asking the same of him.

“Do you?”

That same smirk that sent you reeling reappeared again.

“Does this answer your question?” He grinded his hips upwards into you, allowing you to feel his growing hard-on.

A whine escaped from your lips.

“No more talking.”

You reconnected your lips to his, the energy of the room turning into heated passion.

Chris’ hands slowly dragged down to your ass, kneading them with roughness.

You whined again, unable to stop any sounds from leaving your mouth.

The sound of the ongoing party downstairs could be faintly heard from inside the room, but you paid it no mind. You couldn’t, not while Chris had all his attention on you.

He briefly paused to take off the top you were wearing, and then resumed with his skilled tongue, sliding against yours. He took you off his lap, not separating from you for a moment as he laid you down on your back.

“Such a smart girl in class,” he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it behind him, “Does anyone know that you’re really just a little slut?” He kissed your neck, then your jaw.

“I need an answer.” Chris demanded again, and you rubbed your thighs together in want.

“No.” You breathed.

“No, what?” His hand glided up your thigh, separating them.

“I’m not a slut.” You managed to find words.

“So if I reach in between your legs, right now, you won’t be dripping for me?”

You knew you were.

A hand snaked through your skirt, pulling aside your underwear, and he slowly dragged a finger down your pussy.

“I’ve barely touched you. Do you want me to? Want me to touch you right here?” His finger, coated in your slickness, inched its way inside, just enough for you to feel it, but not enough to satisfy you.

You bucked your hips up, trying to feel something, anything.

But Chris pulled his hand away, causing you to whine in frustration.

Luckily for you, he wanted to feel you so badly, he couldn’t tease you for long. He grabbed the hem of your skirt, pulling it down your legs and threw it in the same direction as his shirt.

“I want to hear you. You love opening that mouth when we’re in class.” And with that, he pulled your underwear aside and attached his mouth straight to your throbbing clit.

All you could do was moan and writhe in his bed as he delved into your wet cunt, licking up all the arousal like a starved man.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on it desperately. The vibrations from the groan that left his mouth sent waves of pleasure tearing through your body.

Chris’ hands dug into the flesh of your thighs as they instinctively tried to close around his head.

“Fuck, right there!” You moaned loudly as his tongue dove inside your hole.

One of his hands left your thigh and drew circles on your clit, causing you to arch your back at the white-hot pleasure you felt from his ministrations.

Chris could feel his dick pulsate through his pants at the sounds you were making. He needed to feel you.

“You want me to fuck you, huh? Fill you up good?” He asked, and you knew by now he wanted an answer.

“Please, please, please.” Were the only words you could muster, too high on the feeling Chris had given you with his mouth.

He wasted no time on giving you what you were begging for, quickly discarding his pants and boxers, along with your bra and soaked panties.

Lining himself up with your entrance, he slid his dick over the slick of your pussy and pushed the tip in.

Your eyes had shut in anticipation, but when he made no attempt to move you opened your eyes to look at him.

He had waited until you made eye contact with him before pushing his entire dick inside you.

You both moaned at the full feeling, your walls contracting around him.

After a few seconds, Chris began to move.

Thrusting in and out at a slow pace as if to torture you, he shuddered, revelling in the feeling of your tight cunt.

“Fuck, feels so good baby.” You whined at the pet name, bringing his face down so you could kiss him again.

He started picking up the pace after this, your tongues smashing together in absolute need.

“Faster, faster.” You babbled, drunk off the sensation of his cock piston in and out of you.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you dumb?” He grunted, loving how you could barely string full sentences together.

“Yes, yes, please. Need you deeper.”

The dirty words spilling from your mouth caused him to moan, and he flipped you onto all fours.

“Wanna see that pretty little ass bounce while I fuck you.” He muttered as he entered you yet again.

His pace was relentless, his balls slapping against you from the way he was pounding deep inside you.

You were just making sounds as you tried to say “Harder, faster, more,” but the words couldn’t form properly.

“The slut wants more? Can’t even speak but you’re begging for more?” He taunted you from behind.

You felt a sharp slap on your ass, followed by a soothing rub directly after. You practically yelled as Chris’ hand came down, your cunt convulsing.

“Knew you’d like that,” he slapped your cheek again, “Can feel you squeezing around me.”

You could feel the knot in your stomach unraveling, and you knew you wouldn’t last longer.

“Chris, gonna cum.” You managed to speak between moans.

“Come on baby, need you to cum while I’m inside you.” He groaned, trying to hold his own release off.

His words guided you right to your orgasm, shaking and crying while you came.

“Fuck, you want my cum inside you? Want me to stuff you full?” His pace was losing rhythm, chasing his orgasm while simultaneously overstimulating you.

“Mm, cum inside me. Want to feel it.” You cried, thrusting into him so you could feel more of him.

“So good, feels so good. Oh, I’m gonna cum inside of you,” Chris rambled, “Gonna fill you up with it.”

His moans were uncontrollable, spilling out of him as he relished in the warm feeling of your pussy.

“Cumming.” He grunted, as ropes of his cum spurted out, coating your insides until there was nothing left.

You both took the time to catch your breath, as Chris pulled out of you with a shaky sigh.

“Let me get you a towel.”

You turned onto your back once more, trying to comprehend the mind blowing sex you just had while dozens of people were partying downstairs.

Chris came back with a towel, cleaning the both of you up and passing you your underwear back.

“Hey.” You finally spoke, tired from all the stamina you had just burned.

“Hey.” He replied back to you.

“That was… amazing.” You sighed.

“Yeah, it was fun.”

You weren’t sure if he wanted you to leave now, or if you were supposed to stay, so you opted to do nothing.

“Let me take you on a date.” He announced, and you laughed.

“Don’t you think we’ve done this all a little backwards?”

Chris smiled and brought your head to his shoulder.

“I guess I’m just unpredictable.”

You then remembered you didn’t even use the condom you brought with you. You’d have to make your first date with Chris a trip to the pharmacy.

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a/n haha…. always wear a condom, kids!

hope you enjoyed my first oneshot.

send me any requests you want me to write! i think i’m gonna do an nsfw alphabet next, for chris and matt too

[sunrise-imagines]

ill do anything for something about Prismo, relationship Hcs or PDA Hcs, I don't care if it's sfw or nsfw, I love Prismo

Of course! Prismo is such an underrated character, Im so glad he’s getting more screen time and I can’t wait to find out more lore like who’s his boss! I’ll keep it SFW for now, but feel free to send in another ask for some spicier headcanons ;) Enjoy!

Prismo the Wishmaster x Reader General Headcanons

• I hope your love language is receiving gifts because hoo boy he is constantly showering you with presents

• Saw something you liked in a store but didn’t have enough money to get it? Bam, it’s right there in front of you. Craving a specific food? Here’s five servings of it.

• It gets to the point where you have to tell him to dial it back a bit, because getting everything you want whenever you want it can start to make life a bit anticlimactic.

• On a more serious note, part of the reason why he gives you so many things is because he’s afraid that you might leave. I mean yeah,he’s an extra-dimensional godlike being, but he’s also very lonely because of this and hasn’t had many serious relationships in his life. This has caused to think that the only way to keep you with him is to grant your every wish. He needs you to reassure him that you love him for who he is, and you don’t need all those things to want to be with him.

• Like Scarab, he can take on a human-like physical form sometimes, though this form is harder for him to maintain as he does it a lot less often than Scarab. In this form, he has dark skin, curly pink hair and bright blue eyes like he usually does, and he wears a comfortable pink kurta and pants.

• He uses this form for physical intimacy, which you’ll have help to teach him as he isn’t familiar with all the different ways humans show affection.

• “So this is how a hug feels! Haha, it’s a little weird, but I like it!”

• His TV isn’t just for watching over the multiverse, he can also pull up programs from any universe to watch, so expect regular movie nights/binge watching shows

• He also loves playing board games! He’s really good at them too, though he’s not that competitive. He just has a lot of time to practice

• If you started dating when Jake was alive, then he loves to hang out with both of you! Nothing is better than chilling with his partner and his best friend.

• Makes special batches of pickles just for you, and asks you to sample different flavors and give him notes on what to adjust.

• In the most non-stalking way, he likes to keep an eye on you whenever you go back to your universe. He just wants to make sure you’re safe, and if you ever told him you’re uncomfortable with this he’d definitely stop asap.

• He’ll only step in if he sees you in serious trouble, zapping you to the time room to get you out of whatever situation is causing you distress.

• For my trans, nonbinary and gender non-conforming folks, he is of course accepting of all gender identities, and if you aren’t happy with how your body or features look he’d be happy to change them for you! Only with your absolute complete consent though, he doesn’t want to permanently change anything about you unless you are absolutely sure it’s what you want. And of course, he’ll still love you no matter what you look like <3

[male-body-swap-lover]

Becoming the Old Man Next Door

Carter Austin was annoyed that he had to be home for his parents 30th wedding anniversary. The model was only in town for one night, and even that was too much. He hated Fairview and missed the fast life of New York. The 28-year-old was one of the hottest models on the scene and couldn’t believe he was wasting his weekend in his childhood bedroom.

Hon, we are so excited that you are home. We’ve missed you.

You know how busy I’ve been mom. I’m one of the hottest models. I’m constantly booked.

I know. We told Mr. Jarvis that you were coming home and he was so excited to see you.

Mom, I’m 28. I don’t want to go see our old neighbor.

Oh, just do it Carter. It’ll make him happy. He’s lonely. His wife has been dead for 20 years and he has no children. Just do it.

Fine.

I went next door and rang the doorbell. Mr. Jarvis answered the door. I forgot how fat he was.

Austin my boy. So good to see you. Come in come in. Sit down. I’ll get you a drink.

As I sat in his living room, I looked around at his depressing life. The room seemed straight out of the 1970’s, and it reeked of tobacco. 15 minutes. That’s all I need.

Here’s a coke. So, tell me about New York.

It’s fun. I travel the world. I’m one of the top models out there.

I know. I’ve followed you. You are quite the good-looking young men. I bet ladies throw themselves at you.

I get my fair number of women. And men. I don’t discriminate.

I wish I had your life. My life was always boring. And it’s been worse ever since Marian died. I live a lonely life.

Well not everyone can have my life. This coke tastes weird.

That’s because it’s not coke at all. It’s a special potion. You see Carter, I’m tired of being an old man who never did anything with his life. I want a life in the fast lane. So, I am going to steal yours.

What. That’s not possible

I stand up and try to move, but I can’t. It’s like I am frozen in place.

Carter, look in the mirror. Can’t you see the changes have already begun.

As I stared into the mirror, I could see the wrinkles start appearing on my face. Suddenly I started breathing heavier as I felt myself get older. I ran my hands through my hair and it came out in chunks in my hand. I tried to run, to get out, but couldn’t move. My skin was aging. I could feel my youth leaving my body. Passing 30. All of my hair fell out. Passing 40. Stubble appeared on my face. Then it stopped. I looked in the mirror. Damn. I’m fucking old, but I’m fucking hot.

Haha old man. I’m still fucking hot. Look at me. Your plan failed.

You aren’t very smart are ya Carter. That was just step one.

Step one! I turned to him and saw that somehow his hair had grown back in and he looked middle aged. It’s like my hair and age went to him!

Yes, there are three steps. Let’s start step number two.

With that he clapped his hands and suddenly I felt bloated. My stomach was starting to rumble. I looked in the mirror and my face was bubbling. Suddenly it felt like I was blowing up like a balloon. 10, 20, 50, 100, 150, 200 pounds of fat just suddenly appeared on my body. For some reason as I grew, my clothes grew with me.

I was a whale. No one would ever recognize me. It was absolutely disgusting. I used to make fun of people who looked like this. Now I was one of them. I turned and looked at my captor. He looked good. He was so skinny. It’s like all of his weight transferred to my body! He was hot! I was so jealous. Wait he said this was step two, what was step three going to be?!

Damn, I never even looked this good when I used to be in my 40’s. This is amazing. I bet you are wondering about step three. Well, I suppose it’s time to start the final step. Get ready to say goodbye to any remaining part of your old life.

A wave suddenly washed over me. I could feel the life force draining from my body. My facial hair was turning white. My back pain was killing me. I could feel pain everywhere in my body. Arthritis. But I’m only 28. What is happening. I didn’t even think this was possible.

I’m Marvin Jarvis. Wait what! No I’m not Marvin… I’m um….i’m um. What is going on. It’s like I am losing my memories.

What are you doing to me. Why can’t I remember my name. Why do I think I’m you.

Because, Marvin, that’s part of step three. I become you and you become me. We might not look exactly the same, but the world will change to suit us. Why don’t you look at your license.

I could barely reach my wallet. I pulled out my driver’s license. It still said Carter Austin, and then it changed. Marvin Jarvis. 81 years old. 375 pounds. I looked at the photo and then at my reflection in the mirror. There was the same old man. Me!

You’ll never get away with this.

I already have. Your old memories will continue to slip away until you become Marvin Jarvis. Meanwhile, I’ll get your memories and live out my life again. A world-famous model. Carter Austin. My life is set.

Suddenly my mom entered the house.

Hello Marvin. I just came to get Carter. Dinner is ready.

I wanted to scream out. To tell my mom what happened. All that came out was “Of course Karen. It was lovely seeing Carter again. What a fine man he has become.”

Mom, I am just going to hug Mr. Jarvis goodbye and then I’ll be home.

Okay. See you soon honey. Goodbye Marvin.

The new Carter came and hugged me. Good luck Mr. Jarvis. You’ll need it. Don’t forget to take your heart pills, and back pills, and all the other pills. Don’t drive at night. Also, your social security check barely covers basic living expenses. Haha. Better get one last look at me. This is the last time you’ll see me. I’m never coming back to this hodunk town.

I started crying as the new Carter Austin left. He may not have looked exactly like me, but what does it matter. The world believes he is Carter and I am Marvin.

I sat down because my knees were giving out. I tried to remember everything about my old life, but I could feel it slipping away. I’m trapped. There is nothing I can do. You know what sounds good right now. A good pipe. I wonder if NCIS is on. 6:30pm. Almost time for bed. Well, maybe being an old man isn’t going to be so bad after all.

[thatone-churro]

btw i promise it’s not like. a threatening reaction it never has been; it this point it’s usually vomiting an hour after eating it at worst and then i get up and go on with my day. so we’re playing the waiting game until either that happens or a good bit of time after so i can go to the library to print this draft of my paper 😭

god damnit. accidentally ate the smallest bite of peanut butter and like half my lip swelled up. time to go sit at home for an hour instead of getting my shit done at the library to make sure that if i do i at least vomit in my own toilet :/

[itslikesearcingforsomething]

Okay... I want to see if ppl can help me figure it out. This is gonna have slight 18+ mentions ill b as vague as i can but if u dont want to read the rest I understand. I cannot tell if i am bisexual ace or lesbian. I had an ex bf and whenever he would ask me to do those kinds of things id lowkey just get rlly anxious and i was never into it but he was also terrible at everything. I feel like I definitely did like him tho (i think) it was just that kinda stuff that i was like meh. Send help what is this. Anyways he ended up cheating on me with my best friend so i never figured things out but not the point lol.

OMG BABY I’M SO SORRY???? fuck that motherfucker!!!! hate men fr stupid ass bitch LMAO sorry (no i’m not)

so, look, baby. once again, you don’t have to label yourself but i see it’s a struggle for you.

now im gonna talk ab sexual stuff to i warned everyone

a bit of a background on me. i say that i’m lesbian to ppl, but i’m not really opposed to anything, because i definitely believe that sexuality for me at least is very fluid. personally, i don’t view cis men as equals because of the way they socialize and grow up in this system. you can say that i view them as they look at women. i’m not hiding it, i genuinely don’t think there’s anything in their brain. so, i had sex with cis het men, i had yk dates and relationships, all that shit. i always knew that i enjoyed it as a tool. look, a body is a body and you can’t turn off physical shit. saying all that, i never view cis het men as someone i will ever date and spend my life with. we are from completely different worlds and our socialization is so different, we view this world differently because of the system and privileges. every pro feminist cishet man i know is still a misogynist with a lot of privilege. i can’t find them attractive as a person, i can’t really like them as a real person. ask yourself, are you willing to marry a cishet man and spend your life with him? have children (if you want them at all)

now for the sex thing you talked about. it’s okay to be not sure. sucks that you were with a partner that couldn’t please you and satisfy you. i don’t think you liked him physically based on what you said. i think you also might have been uncomfortable and not ready for some things, did you feel like you had to go with the flow perhaps? there’s a lot of factors and you are not weird for being not turned on, whether you’re ace or not. baby, i love sex, but not with everyone who wants me and i slightly like. also, he was terrible so no shit you felt anxious. look, your body is key to everything, he did a bad job, it’s not your fault that you couldn’t be calm and feel good. i had like two situations when i needed to say, dude, no. it was too fast maybe, he didn’t know what to do with you? because men are addicted to corn, i’m sorry. so, don’t have to know everything right now. i think that you need to figure out what exactly you like sexually or are you not attracted to this activity at all. i think it’s better to do it by yourself. and please, stand on your boundaries!!!! tell your partners what to do and how, it’s not wrong, it’s a must!!!! always talk!!!!

also, just a couple of examples of struggling to find out who you’re attracted to, look, i had two cis gay friends (25+) that thought they are gay, but then they met a girl and went w it. totally okay! we are not concepts, we are not terms, we are real creatures that change constantly!!! i wish you well, love!

thank you sm for ask, i hope i did good

bylers, feel safe and free to rant/yapp ab your love problems in my asks <3

[ethanskinnerthefatboygainer]

I think donuts are either my kryptonite or my path to apotheosis. Can’t figure it out. If I could have two dozen donuts right here and now, my shirt would be off and I’d be cramming those things in my mouth like my life depended on it. It’s always kinda weird when you’ve eaten everything you got to stuff yourself, even though you’re kinda full you could definitely still eat, but you don’t really have anything else around so you just kinda feel really unfulfilled for the longest time. I think that’s actually a decent part of the reason I started losing weight, there just wasn’t enough food around to really fill me up to the sweet spot. I love that sweet spot, you aren’t so disgustingly full that you hate yourself or feel like you are going to vomit, but you are filled right past the brim to where you feel a bit sleepy, incredibly satisfied, and you could graze on whatever for the next few hours. That’s really the point where you need a feeder, to keep you there for as long as they possibly can. The best stuffings I’ve ever had made it where I’m constantly hungry for several days afterwards, but it also feels like there is just a huge stone sitting in your gut. I think one of the best stuffing sessions I had was at home with several McDonalds meals. I don’t normally ever eat McDonalds, but I think the sum of everything I ate had enough fat and carbs for 10 days of the recommended total. It was as though I could feel the fat growing as I slept that night. I’ve also had heavy cream a couple of times, but I really wish I had gotten some chocolate syrup or something. At one time I got a bunch of the smaller peanut butter jars from the store and did my best to eat one a night. I think one night I managed two! Way back when I was in high school, I would buy a bunch of Pop-Tarts from the cafeteria and eat them all when I had the house to myself. I just wanted to get that out. I currently don’t have much in the way of alone time or resources. I guess I’m technically still trying to slim down so I can blow up, but I would absolutely be gorging on the most horrifyingly gluttonous feast if I had my way right now. I find writing sometimes helps me manage the urge to stuff my face with the closest concentration of calories for the smallest energy expenditure (because a soft jiggly belly does not thrive on exercise). Gosh- I used to be such a good fat pig. I’ve actually gained 5 pounds back recently and I can’t really tell if I’m into it. It feels good when I get closer to filling up and I’ve enjoyed occasionally feeling it stuck out again, but I just kinda want to see the weight loss through for its own sake as proof I can do it. I know that’s not what people want to hear me say, I’m supposed to constantly be desiring to get bigger and have no will power, but I really think that it’s not a good deal to let gaining become the basis of your personality. It almost happened to me, when I was starting to get the little folds on the sides of my back I was so excited about getting these precursors to real fat rolls for the first time! I was so ready to just throw myself into gaining, then opportunities to stuff myself dried up, and I started to dislike how round my face was getting. I started getting dissatisfied with the belly overhang and small belly apron I had so fervently coveted when I was younger. I was unhappy that I didn’t have a double belly, I didn’t like how small my love-handles were in comparison to my belly. I still loved how my moobs laid on top the shelf of my fat when I sat down, and I liked where it creased and folded- I was just discouraged. I think it might be one of those things where I wanted my fat to grow in ways that weren’t conducive to my genetics and body structure. Maybe I’m just one of those people who is happy when they are thin or fat, but are miserable in between. I don’t know. All I do know is that when I see a gainer who is where I was or further, I start feeling tempted to return.

[onedayatatime-please]

Wednesday, Aug 14th, 2024. 6:35 pm

I’m happy today. I went and ate lunch near the expressway and watched the cars go by. I listened to a lot of good music.

I had a moment in the morning where I was extremely nervous for my upcoming therapy appointment. I had to reschedule for a few hours earlier, and the fact that I would actually be doing this hit me all at once and it took me a while to calm down. I’ve been trying to think about it passively throughout the day so I get used to the idea, but each time I do I get nauseous. That kind of people-related anxiety isn’t at all unusual for me and I would not count it as a negative tally in my day.

I don’t think i had a single suicidal thought today. I feel confident and generally well minded. Today was a good day.

I am currently in a field of clover and I have a ice cold can of seltzer cause it is very hot out. There are many mosquitos and dragonflies and starlings. I wish I had brought bug spray, but a few mosquito bites won’t hurt me.

I am not dead yet, and I will do my best to keep it that way.

8:07 pm edit:

Ran into someone I was not expecting to. I grew up with him, best friends in the cradle kinda shit. We haven’t spoken in years and it’s my fault. I don’t know if it’s really my fault cause I had my reasons but I don’t know if they are good enough and god damn do I feel guilty. He just sorta stood and stared when he saw me and he didn’t hug me like his parents did. I feel nauseous and lightheaded. I don’t talk to anyone from my childhood anymore unless they are family and everytime I was the one to make that decision, but I didn’t tell them I had made it, I just stopped texting. I ghosted pretty much all of the people I spent the first decade of my life with. When it happened I was too young and wrapped up in my own mental and physical self preservation that I couldn’t think of any better way to do it and now I feel too guilty to even know how to reach out and apologize, or if it is even necessary to apologize. Or if any of them would actually care if I did.

The other part of it is that I don’t really feel the need or want to have a relationship with any of these people. Being with them would bring up too much shit. It’s this part of my life I’ve tried really really hard to put behind me. But I know I’ve hurt them and I feel terrible. I feel like a coward for being too scared to relive my guilt and trauma to heal relationships with them. I don’t know if that is a feeling based in reality or not. It’s 9:21 now and I’m still nauseous. I feel disassociated and I’ve started having full body ticks. If there weren’t people at my house I know I would go home and have a panic attack. I do not think i will get much sleep tonight as I will be on the couch. It makes me feel so much worse that I wish that I just could have not seen him at all. I wish that I was able to continue going though my day without being confronted by my guilt. I feel like I’m constantly running away from what I’m actually feeling and the actions of my past that have caused harm because the guilt I feel for those actions is so intense.

I don’t know what to fucking do. And I feel bad because now I feel like I shouldn’t even be writing this whole thing out. I shouldn’t be making this about myself.

My chest hurts very much and most of my current inner monologue is just imagining jumping in front of a car.

We used to be inseparable, and now we can barely hold a 30 second conversation and he looked like he wanted to bolt the whole time.

I think that I feel the need to inflict emotional and physical pain on myself to compensate for the guilt I feel. If I can hurt myself more then I’ve hurt other people then we’re even. Eye for an eye and all that. Whenever I feel guilty or embarrassed my first instinct is to slam my head against the wall or put the nearest knife into my leg. I can’t help but think it, picture it repeatedly in my minds eye. Sometimes my brain will even give me weird phantom pains to imitate the pain I would feel if I hurt myself the way I want to.

^^daily reminder of why I’m deciding to go back to therapy

I know that I’m freaking out rn because of PTSD alongside the guilt. Which again, bc of PTSD I don’t want to know any of these people. But I still feel guilty for breaking it off the way I did and then not rebuilding the relationship with them. “I don’t just feel one emotion, I feel two emotions” -John Mulaney

Fuck this started off as such a good day. New rule: no more saying it was a good day untill I’m in bed half asleep so probably no big emotion will happen after that.

I hate feeling this way. This is gonna sound so stupid but Jesus Christ I want my brain to be fucking normal I don’t want all of this bullshit I want things to be easy

I’m done for now, I need to go home.

I’m not dead yet, I will do my best to keep it that way.

10:49 pm edit:

I’m so tired, but I’m in bed, so that’s fine. My sister has her two best friends over as a going away party before she moves to another country. I drank a bit even though I know I shouldn’t. It was only one glass of wine but I still gave into the craving because I was disassociated and panicked. My chest still hurts quite a bit. I want to self harm very much. I will not Self harm.

I am going to watch some YouTube and go to sleep. Maybe I’ll play some call of duty if I’m not too tired. Tomorrow I will wake up and take a shower and wash my face and brush my teeth. Im gonna make myself an egg sandwich for breakfast. I’m gonna have my therapy appointment and then hang out with my sister and cousins. I’m making dinner tomorrow night for the whole family, mom, dad, sister, aunt, cousins. I will make a lentil soup, a roasted chicken, and toast with pesto, tomato, and goat cheese on the side.

I like cooking very much. I can make something, and take care of people at the same time. I will not Self harm because I love the people who love me. And I love making them food.

I am not dead yet, and I will do my best to keep it that way.

[secret-ushy14]

Hey

I know you’re dealing with a lot rn and that this is cruel of me to do but I need to tell you this,I’m feeling like shit about this ,my love for you our relationship,it feels as though it’s not what we both wanted. We both have needs it just feels as though mine is not being met, It hurts to feel ignored, especially when I noticed that you seem to have time for others over us. I know you’re struggling with depression, and I sympathize, but it feels like I’m competing with your own mind for your attention. I hate having to constantly hear that if you truly wanted to fix things, you’d make an effort, but I can’t help but sort of agree. It takes both of us to make this relationship work, and I feel like I’m the only one trying. I want you to find your way out of this situation and see that you have someone who loves you deeply. Constantly confronting you shouldn’t be necessary. I feel like I’m holding onto something that’s slipping away.

Despite the pain, I can’t help but love you. I want to support you emotionally, but you’ve become so distant. You used to share everything with me, and now it’s like there’s a barrier between us. I don’t need to know every detail, but I wish I felt included, like your girlfriend, not just an afterthought.

I’ve cried over this because I care deeply and want the best for you, but your reluctance to let me in makes it hard. It’s difficult to find the right words to comfort you. Sometimes, I feel foolish for holding on when the me months ago would have walked away .But you’re different; I see myself giving everything for a chance to make this work, I want this to work.

There’s anger and resentment building inside me that I keep pushing down because I care about you so much it hurts. I lay awake at night, hoping for a text that never comes. It’s exhausting to always be the one reaching out first. I want you to know I love you, but if you’re tired of me, I want you to end things on your own accord. I know I will get over it. I feel neglected, and you know it, but it seems you don’t want to acknowledge it. I hate this feeling. I’m struggling too. Every day, I think about going back to old habits that would harm me. I hate my body and who I am. Did I make things weird? Are you realizing that my love is too much for you? Why do you sabotage your happiness? Why do you feel like you don’t deserve love?

I’m willing to give you my firsts. I want to fuck you and give you my all. I love you, but don’t make me hate you. I’m not mad at you I can’t bring myself to ultimately hate you because at the end of the day I know it’s not your fault but it’s time to fucking see through it. I need you and I want this it feels good I feel good when I’m with you. I don’t know if you see this as a casual thing but I came into this with something more,again this is my first time so I’m naive but I’m trying to get this to work and I don’t want to ask too much or even bother you too.

This pressure of being perfect or even able to perform well when all I ever wanted was you here. I don’t have high expectations of you but I hold you in a high regard, you’re smart, you’re aware and you’re initiative. Those are the things that made me so attractive to you, things you don’t get enough credit for. I like your voice and I like how your lips crinkle with that cute smile you have idk it’s really cute and I’ve fallen so deeply inlove with you it hurts to not know what’s going through your mind anymore, am I too stupid to understand? Is it to protect me or are you scared I’ll leave. I feel the same way. I’m not one to talk deeply about struggles but I understand. Whatever I don’t want to type this all out I know you wont read it it’s okay I’m sorry for doing this I didn’t mean to give you stress

[mysxfit]

I feel like my soul has died. I can’t cry; it’s all in my chest, that choked-up feeling you get in your throat. I can’t smile. It’s like I have to force it because my face has no expression anymore, and I don’t want anyone to think it’s weird. I can’t sleep because I constantly have nightmares, and it feels like it does nothing but make me feel worse. I can’t eat; I can’t even talk to anyone because it’s like I have nothing to say anymore. I can’t take a simple shower, and when I do, I don’t even feel refreshed anymore. My body is sensitive, and it feels heightened, where just the shower hurts my skin. It’s like I don’t care about anything or anyone anymore, but then the other part of me cares about everything and everyone. I sit and tell myself to stop having a heart because everyone has literally destroyed me, and that’s why I feel this way. I realized I gave everything I had for people who weren’t truly friends. I have nothing; I am homeless and don’t have anyone, but others have so much more and still manage to take and take. I care, but I don’t. It doesn’t make sense, I’m sure, but I sit and fight myself all day, and it’s unbearable. I can’t do anything because it’s taking all I have to not lose my heart because that part that doesn’t care scares me. I want to hurt everyone who’s hurt me when I didn’t deserve it, and I let them over and over, meaning to destroy them. I know I can, and I’d feel nothing. But then that other part cares, and I know I need to give to those who deserve it and who need it. Just black and white is all I see and feel, and I’m trying to not let it go completely black. I never wanted this to happen. It’s like I’m a dead man walking, and all I want to do is make the world better and keep showing what I stand for. But the other part wants to light it all on fire and watch it burn, and I’d feel nothing. I feel everything but nothing, and it’s a constant fight to not let that side come out because they’ll win. I just take it out on myself, and one day it’ll go too far like I’ve tried, and I won’t make it out to see that light. I’m okay with that. I can’t even off myself right. I also wouldn’t be here had I had DNR on my records, and I wish I didn’t come back.

[paperbagnotes]

This feels impossibly heart wrenching

It doesn’t even feel real

Lost all touch with reality?

Wtf does that even mean

I feel like I’m living my nightmare

Not sleeping

Napping only

Besides the point

It’s always kept super natural to me even when I didn’t even know yet what I felt or he feels for more

I still have no idea what makes him bleed

But srly, I ’m literally feeling bpd lately

Severely

Can’t tell what’s happening

Or how

Clearly not WHY even

I feel devistated constantly thinking my scale-

Me&my Life the world around me

It’s tipping

Because my love for you is so uneven

I am so desperate now to feel something equally, desperation never a good look on anybody

Weird

& creepy

It has never been the air I exhale or breathe in

The space I take up, never pushy, or.. grabby

It’s even more unbalancing

And unsettling to me

It really can’t be

It can’t be uneven

He has to just have way more self control than me

And I have more range of emotion carelessly

Because I wish I didn’t feel anything

Times like these I wish I want inside a body

Limiting

Allowing us to feel this, this gross devastation

Because I’m devastated who I love doesn’t love me??

Then I’m lying to myself to soothe the pain

By telling myself I don’t know anything

That he probably does love me

But it’s blasphemy

Feels like insanity

Anything I could say

The only truth is he doesn’t care enough to acknowledge me or how much he deeply effects me emotionally & physically

Not wanting to admit it for himself it seems even

[strawbxrryneptune]

Level Two

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Cw: pussyjob, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, oral (fem!receiving), infidelity if you squint, unedited.

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@miggiisdumb

From a young age you were taught to keep your emotions in check. Queens must never show weakness to enemies. Crying and screaming were to be left in private, so that you came off as cool and collected. The Mushroom kingdom needs someone level-headed. They need someone they know won't act rashly.

You came to a conclusion that you were the one they needed, the Queen that could handle herself in any situation. You could get a husband, rule a kingdom, maybe even raise some spawns of yourself. You were convinced you had the bag, but now, sitting on a boulder at the falls and watching two sweaty, bulky men wrestle and growl at each other, you weren't so sure.

You had been trying to keep your emotions in check the whole week. Kirishima was constantly inviting you to hang with him and Bakugou, and you didn't know how much you could take. Kirishima's kisses had you on fire,, his big hands grabbing at your ass and tongue sliding against yours, but Bakugou's heated stares and occasional touches had your head spinning in confusion and arousal. He had a weird thing for grabbing and kneading at your hips, and it was starting to get to you.

Kirishima had invited you to join him and Bakugou in a swim at the falls, the water there crisp and beautiful, said to bring years of youth to whoever was worthy. Of course, you agreed. Any princess would jump at the opportunity to swim in a magic body of water with her suitor and his dreamy friend. Kirishima had shown up in blue swim trunks, an extra change of clothes cradled in his strong arms and some sandwiches to munch on later. Bakugou wore a black loin cloth, bigger and a little longer than the one he usually wore. His choker and bracelets were laid out in the grass next to Kirishima's clothes and the food, but he didn't look any less intimidating. If anything, he looked even scarier, hair drenched and falling down around his eyes, glowing red as he growls and bares his fangs, pouncing on Kiri and snarling out threats.

"M'gonna destroy you, Red."

"You have to catch me first, Bro!"

Kirishima dives under the water, Bakugou following shortly after, and you chuckle to yourself. 

Soon, though, you start to get worried, cause it's been almost 2 minutes and they haven't come back up. 

Calling their names, you shrug your cover up off and get in the water, shivering slightly at the chill. As you get deeper and deeper, water up to your chest, you start to panic.

"Kiri? Bakugou? If this is a joke it's not-ah-!"

You scream in surprise and slight fear as you're suddenly lifted onto a broad, scarred chest. Your thighs are on either side of it, and  tense up when you feel the vibrations of a deep, raspy chuckle, and you fight the urge to thread your shaky fingers in ash blonde hair.

"Bakugou, put me down."

You try to keep your voice leveled but he picks up on the tremble, big, warm hands reaching up to grab at the fat of your hips, lifting you up further onto his chest.

"That wouldn't be fun now would it Princess?"

You gasp, glancing down at how your cunt is inches away from his mouth, drool spilling around the corners as he struggles to keep his eyes on yours.

“Seriously, y-you gotta…” your voice wavers as you meekly push at his drenched hair, momentarily losing your train of thought when he’s tongue lolls out, sticky with saliva and long. “What if Kiri sees us?”

“If ya keep quiet, he won’t.” The fleeting look of hunger and a nip on your thigh is all the warning you get. 

Bakugou guns for your cunt before you can answer and you act like he shocked you by the way you lurch forward, jaw slanted, clinging to his curved horns, entire body shivering from the firm laps on your mound. Even with the bottom half of the swimsuit on, you could still feel every lick in pin point detail, every nudge of his hot muscles between your folds, just barely pressing into your hole and tongue flicking over your clit. Bakugou can feel it too- the way you're throbbing on his tongue, can even taste the mix of his drool and your arousal seeping through quicker then he was lapping. It drove him wild.

He groans, eyes a little crossed to watch his handy work, hoists you higher and shakes his head further between your legs and your eyes roll back when he starts sucking on your entire pussy. Too hard for you to keep quiet. Too hard for the slurps not to sound exactly like what it looks like. 

“B-Bakugou, it’s too much!” You pant, quick and shallow, yet use your weak grip on his horns to hump his face desperately. “I think I’m g-gonna… gonna…!”

He growls, literally growls like the beast he is, and you almost do cum just by his fiery look up at you with a mouthful of your twitching cunny, unlatching with a wet pop that has sticky strings of your slick smacking on his chin. 

“Take it off.” He demands, words coming out muffled because he’s already back on your cunt. “Wanna taste you cummin’ in my mouth. C’mon, Princess. Lemme drink you up, baby.”

A shaky hand slips between the two of you, pulling your bathing suit to the side, and the next moment you’re squealing to the heavens above when Bakugou curled his tongue into you, spreading your walls apart on his tongue. His eyes flickered closed with a deep moan at the sensation of you spasming around him, juices nearly flooded into his mouth, but he gulps it down greedily, Adam’s apple bobbing and cheeks hollowing. 

You have no idea how long you stayed arched in his mouth riding out your orgasm, unable to tell if you were seeing clouds or if your vision really went that blurry. For one last time, Bakugou shook his head on your cunt and pulled back with a “puah!”, hot huffs of his breaths panting on your drenched up sex. God, you tasted better than you smelled. Bakugou would live between your thighs if he could, make you moan and squeal like you did, make you flush and look completely fucked out, so pretty as you stare down at him with lidded, hazy eyes, plump lips parted to catch your breath, gentle fingers raking his hair and the base of his horns that sent shivers down his spine. 

He’d have you forever if he could. If only you weren’t promised to-

“Bakugou, you drowned or something? Where are you, man?” Kirishima’s voice comes from behind some boulders a small distance away from where the two of you are and your heart skyrockets to your throat, the sudden tightness in your gut clenching all of you up in dread. Bakugou on the other hand just slid you down into the water, trying to keep any splashing sounds to a minimum, though both of you had to swallow back a sound when you brushed over his bulge on the way down. 

Bakugou swims by you in time to Kiri finally rounding the rocks, brows creased and a little pout on his lips, and you relaxed a bit when you realized he was upset over swimming alone all this time. His eyes flick from Bakugou to you, pout disappearing as he perked up a bit in surprise.

 “(Y/N), when did you get into the water?”

You open your mouth but don't get a word out. “Came in lookin’ f’us.” Bakugou says nonchalantly, glances over his shoulder to you and you don’t miss the heat of his stare bouncing up your form for a hot second. “Clearly worried over nothin’.”

Oh, this bastard…

Kirishima hums as he swims your way, gives you his million dollar sweet smile with a gentle cup of your cheeks. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Your bottom lip puckers in a pout even though you’re already long since mad, specially with his thumb brushing drawing circles on your cheek. “Just warm me next time. Thought you idiots drowned yourselves…”

“Sorry sorry.” He laughs and pecks you a few times all over your face, until he’s kissing you on the lips, a kiss that goes on longer than expected as he slots his mouth with yours and moves his lips with passion and adoration. Your mind gets fuzzy, consumed by Kiri’s kiss and body still reeling from your moment with Bakugou, your thighs clenching underwater because your insides craved for more. 

When Kirishima pulls away, you catch a fleeting glance over to Bakugou, a heavy and solemn look on his face, conflict in his eyes before he turns away too late once he caught you staring and it all comes rushing down on you- the clear weight of guilt on your shoulders. The worst part is that you don’t know what it’s aimed at- for going behind Kirishima’s back like this? Or for making Bakugou see you with someone else while he gets scraps of affection?

You tell Kirishima that you’re alright when he asks if something is wrong, then go back to growing when he turns to resume wrestling his friend. 

Way to keep your emotions in check, huh?

The rest of the morning goes by fast, the guys wolfing down their sandwiches and still being hungry, Kirishima offering to run into town quickly and grab some more food.

You agree, standing up to go with him but being surprised when he pushes you back down, a look you can't place in his eyes as his own flicker to Bakugou, who's uprooting weeds next to you.

"Stay here, 'kay?"

You nod, dazed, and watch him disappear into the bushes, stealing a glance to Bakugou. 

"Bakugou…"

"M'sorry."

You tilt your head at him, but he won't meet your eyes, a scowl on his face as heat creeps up his neck. 

"I said I'm fuckin' sorrry. I went too far. You belong to Kiri, it's not m'place to-mmpf!"

You cut him off with a searing kiss, sliding yourself in his lap and grabbing his hair, making him stutter out a moan into your mouth, big hands gripping your hips and lifting you onto his abs, grinding you against him. 

You furrow your brows, the feeling of his abs rubbing against your puffy clit feels heavenly but you wanna touch him. You felt him when you were in the water earlier, throbbing and pulsing against you. You wanted him in your mouth.

He snarls against you, demanding attention back on him as he nips at your bottom lip before sliding his tongue against yours, panting heavily as his hands flex against your hips. You try to slide down a little more, moving your hands to rest on his meaty pecs and getting distracted by his puffy nipples.

They were so plump and flushed, they looked so sensitive it probably fucking hurt. You pull away from his mouth with a whine, trying not to smile when he chases your lips.

"You sure about this, Princess? If Kiri finds out he'll be-fuck, baby, Whaddya'doin?"

You don't answer, just give him a look under your lashes as you suckle on his nipple, eyes closing in bliss as the smell of him envelops you, fresh and crisp from the water but still musky and smoky. 

You scrape your teeth against him gently, then lick over the reddened area and moan as you suck once again.

You notice he had gone almost deathly still, and you look up at him only to almost cream yourself at the sight.

His eyes were rolled back in his head, fist in his mouth and drool spilling around the corners, dribbling down his flushed face and neck. He was trying so hard not to moan, cause he knew if he made a sound it would be loud enough for the whole Mushroom kingdom to hear.

He fucking loved getting his nipples played with, but virtually no one knew and he tried to play it off but fuck, you had him melting. 

"Yhew don' like it?"

Your words are muffled around his tit, saliva slowly trailing down his chest and forming a puddle in the divets of his abs.

"I-fuck, cut it out brat."

He tries to sound authoritative, but his voice is whiny, and you can already feel the bruises he's pressing into your hips. You hum, leaning back to look at his flushed chest, earning yourself a sigh of relief-quickly turning into a choked whimper when you switch to the other nipple, using one of your hands to tweak and pinch one while the other hand threads into his hair, grazing the sensitive base of his horns and knocking his eyes back, mouth dropping open and hands coming up to silence himself, allowing you to try and shimmy your way down onto his lap.

His unoccupied hand grips your hip even tighter, trying to keep you up and away from his cock.

"Bakugou-! Wan' yer cock"

You slur, grinding your hips onto his stomach, covered clit rubbing against his bushy pubes.

"You couldn't handle it sweetheart. We shouldn't even be doing this."

You roll your eyes, popping off his nipple and withdrawing your hands from him, reaching down to pry his hand off of your hip.

"Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot handle? You don't know what-oh."

You're cut off when he drops you down, cock sliding through your folds even over the bathing suit, so big and veiny you could feel every pulse and twitch through your bottoms.

You immediately push your swimsuit to the side, rubbing your slit up and down his dick, clit getting caught on various ridges and occasionally twitching when a throbbing vein rubbed against it. You couldn't keep your sounds down even if you wanted to, leaning forward to moan into Bakugou's ear, feeling a shudder rip through his spine.

You were making his mind foggy, he couldn't stop his hips from rutting up, knot starting to swell even though he tried to hold it back. He couldn't do this right now, even getting this far dangerous, he was way too close to his rut and couldn't risk getting you pregnant, no matter how much that thought made his head spin. Fuck, he couldn't stop thinking of you slamming those perfect fucking hips down onto his knot as you begged him to give you his kids, pleaded with him to make you a mommy-shit

His head falls forward and sharp teeth dig into your shoulder, a snarl vibrating your body before your thighs, pussy and stomach are drenched with thick cum. He can't stop, hips jerking and thighs shaking as he roars into your skin, knot still swollen and sensitive but the burning need inside of him is satiated for now. 

Before he can even lift his head up to say something, he catches a whiff of arousal, and strangely enough it isn't yours. It smells more woodsy, intense with a sweet musk, somewhat...manly?

Oh fuck.

Kirishima.

Bakugou scrambles to get up, looking at you in horror and then looking over to the trees, catching a glimpse of dark red eyes before they disappear behind a nearby tree.

"Clean yourself off in the water, Kiri will be back soon."

You stare dreamily up at him, confused as to why he looks so uneasy all of a sudden but obeying nonetheless, standing on wobbly legs and feeling dense and gooey cum drip down your legs in long streaks, a nagging feeling in the back of your fuzzy mind telling you how much of a waste it was that none of it was inside you. You make your way back to the water, unaware of two sets of red locked onto you.

[animeomegas]

Omega!Bakugou headcanons

Anon: Pssssss imma need some more omega Bakugou like now no it make him jealous too because why not

AND

Anon: hi! could you do some omega!bakugou x male alpha!reader? nsfw and sfw pls <3

nesting too pls!! idk why but I love the idea of nesting sjdjsnd, pregnant bakugou fluff would be lovely too <3

AND

Anon: Hi I was wonder if you could do omega Bakugou sfw and nsfw please 🥺

(Hey, everyone!! Bakugou is very popular in my inbox! Okay, let’s write some omega!Bakugou headcanons <3 I have another request for pregnant!Bakugou, so I’ll add that part of the middle request to another post 😊 Also, I only write for a gender neutral reader. I hope you all enjoy~)

Warnings: N-sfw under a cut, suggestive behaviour multiple times not under the cut.

Nesting:

Bakugou is not an omega who is big on nesting. He does nest and he’s very proud of his nest, but he doesn’t feel the urge to nest super often.

He doesn’t keep a permanent, all year-round nest, he’s kind of a clean freak so having to constantly clean all the blankets in his nest would drive his nuts.

He does nest during his heat and late term pregnancy, and also after periods of extreme stress, but not often outside of these times.

But if he knows his alpha likes his nests, he might build them for his alpha when they’re stressed, although he’ll claim he just felt like making it and it shouldn’t go to waste.

It’s not a very convincing lie.

His nest is not in a very popular style, mainly because Bakugou overheats so easily.

It’s a simple double mattress on a very low frame, with a couple of pillows and sheet like blankets that he normally uses as a base rather than a covering.

He has a black and red colour scheme that he thinks is the coolest thing ever, and he definitely has an All Might pillow hidden somewhere at the back that he threatens his alpha to keep a secret, it’s very cute.

He likes his nest to be in an easily defendable position, whether that be inside a large cupboard or wardrobe, or a small room with one door and a small window.

Bakugou also keeps a mini fridge by his nest, as a lot of omegas do, to store water and food, but what he has that a lot of omegas don’t, is a mini freezer too.

He keeps ice packs and ice lollies in there to help when he’s in heat because his temperature tends to get way too high.

Bakugou doesn’t like being vulnerable, so his nest is a sensitive topic for him.

It takes him quite a while to let his alpha into his nest, but he’s quicker to let them chill outside of it, holding his hand and keeping him company. He would probably let them outside his nest after courting for a year and knowing them for at least two years. When he lets them inside depends on a lot of factors, including how well they deal with him from the outside of his nest. It could be anywhere from three months to another year.

Pups:

Bakugou has always wanted some pups, but in a removed and distant kind of way. After all, becoming the No. 1 hero was far more important than any of that ‘family’ nonsense.

He only really considers pups when he’s in a very committed relationship and at a comfortable place in his career. He’s not prepared to take time off at a vulnerable career moment, after all.

Bakugou wants two children, because, while he would never admit it, he always wished he had a sibling when he was a kid, so he wants to give that to his children.

But he’s very conflicted about it.

Firstly, two pregnancy leaves would be a huge blow to his career. Prime hero years and prime ‘having children years’ are the same years, so in a way, he has to decide how to balance these two priorities. He isn’t sure he wants to risk his career with that much leave so close together (heroes can’t be in the field while pregnant at all, so it would be a huge sacrifice.)

Secondly, he’s nervous about how useless he would likely feel while pregnant. He’s a workaholic and being confined to his house and losing control over his quirk would drive him nuts.

So, he doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t share any of his concerns with his alpha, but he does take their wishes into account too. If his alpha really wants two children, Bakugou does keep that in mind. But he’s not a push over. If he decides that two maternity leaves are too many, then it’s too many. It’s his body and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.

So, with all this in mind, Bakugou is fucking thrilled when he finds out he’s having twins.

Two pups for the price of one pregnancy leave?? Sign him the hell up!

Bakugou has twin boys, both alphas, and Bakugou just cannot believe his luck that all his problems just fixed themselves.

“But I don’t want to go!” came a defiant voice from the back seat of the car. Both you and Bakugou sighed, not keen on restarting the disagreement that had plagued the household for the entire morning. It had taken twice as long as normal this morning to get the twins dressed and in the car because of this very argument.

You could see Bakugou about to open his mouth to tell him that they had to, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?” you cooed at your oldest son.

“I don’t want you and daddy to leave…” whimpered your youngest son, answering in his brother’s stead.

Bakugou winced and reached a hand into the back and squeezed each of his son’s hands in turn.

“I know.” He said simply. You could feel his guilt, even though you both knew it was the best for all of you that the twins get used to nursery so that both you and Bakugou could go back to focusing on your careers. They would be fine, you tried to convince yourself. Millions of kids do this every year and it works out fine.

The nursery came into view, and you refocused your attention onto finding a parking space in the little car park on the side of the building. You could hear your sons shifting anxiously in the back and it pulled at your heart strings. You pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. You and Bakugou shared a single look before moving to get your children out of the car with practiced ease.

“No,” your eldest son shouted. “I’m not going to go. I’m staying here!”

You had tried to take him out of the car seat, but he had refused to cooperate. You didn’t want to pull him out in case you hurt him. Bakugou came to stand behind you, your youngest son clutching his neck desperately.

“Let me talk to him,” he spoke softly, handing the younger twin over into your arms.

“Hey,” Bakugou said softly, leaning down to peer inside the car where his eldest son stubbornly sat with his arms crossed. “It’s okay to be scared to go to nursery, you know.”

Your oldest son visibly flinched and avoided looking at Bakugou in the eyes.

“I’m not scared, daddy. I just don’t want to.”

“Uh huh,” Bakugou said, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not!” Your son exploded. When he realised that he’d just shouted at his father, the colour drained from his face and his bottom lip started to quiver. Bakugou wordlessly held out his arms and his eldest son accepted the embrace just in time to burst into heavy tears on Bakugou’s shoulder.

“It’s alright,” Bakugou hushed. “I’m not angry at you.”

In your arms, your youngest son was watching his brother cry and letting out little whimpers into your neck. You rubbed his back soothingly and whispered that everything was going to okay.

Out of the corner of your eye, you realised another parent was staring judgementally at your family. Bakugou clearly also noticed because he bared his teeth as a warning and the parent quickly moved on. You scoffed at the idiot who thought it was a good idea to antagonise an omega who was looking after a distraught pup, let alone when said omega was a top ten hero.

“W-What if they don’t l-like me?” your eldest whimpered out.

“Here,” Bakugou wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “How about this, you tell me if anyone is mean to you and I’ll sort it out, how does that sound?”

“But…” your son hesitated. “But what will you do?”

Bakugou grinned.

“I’ll make their parents regret doing such a shitty job at parenting.”

You gasped, halfway between scandalised and amused.

“Katsuki!” you reprimanded and smacked his lightly on the shoulder.

It did seem to cheer up your sons, though, who were now giggling at your antics.

“Daddy said a bad word,” your youngest twin giggled to you.

“He did,” you pressed your lips together. “And it was very naughty of him.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and instead placed the pup in his arms on the floor, taking him by the hand. You did the same and slowly, you both made your way toward the school gate. The mood dropped, but neither of your children tried to resist.

You could see a teacher standing at the gate to escort the new students and you made your way over.

“Remember,” Bakugou said before you reached the gate, stopping you all for a moment. “We’ll be back in this many hours,” he held up three fingers. “Can you guys tell me how many this is?”

“One… two… three…” they both said together.

“That’s right! See? You guys are going to be the smartest ones in there,” Bakugou boasted, ruffling their hair.

“Careful,” you teased. “They’ll turn into you.”

“Are you saying I’m always the smartest person in the room?” Bakugou grinned back.

“No, I’m saying you always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”

“Oi!” he growled, knocking his shoulder with yours. The pups giggled again, seeming to be in higher spirits. You escorted them to the gate at the front of the playground and let the teacher introduce herself.

And with one final goodbye, your pups were off into the nursery and out of sight.

You and Bakugou walked to the car in silence, digesting what had happened and processing that your little ones were now old enough for nursery. You both slipped back into the car and began the drive home.

It was weird to think that your children were neither with you, nor at home waiting for you, but that kind of existential deep dive could wait until later.

Bakugou’s hand settled just a little bit too high on your thigh. For the moment, it was time to appreciate the novelty of an empty house.

 Jealously:

I don’t think anyone would be very surprised to find out that Bakugou can get quite jealous on occasion.

In the early days of your relationship, he’s very nervous that his alpha is going to find a ‘better’ omega, an omega who is more traditional, and leave him for them. It takes a lot of bravery for him to leave himself vulnerable to being abandoned, and occasionally the insecurities seep through.

He hates the whiny, simpering omegas that plaster themselves onto the nearest alpha, and it makes him furious to see anyone doing that to you.

He has no subtlety, no brooding angst, he just threatens the other omega(s) away to their face, and then drags you somewhere private to cover you in his scent.

Later in the relationship, things change. He’s extremely confident that his alpha is his. Why would they ever leave him? He’s the best fucking omega ever!

Instead, he gets jealous if he isn’t getting enough attention because you’re spending too much time with someone else.

He doesn’t do this in a possessive way, it’s just that he doesn’t get a whole lot of free time and when his alpha spends that free time with someone else? Another omega? He’s pissed.

He gets surly and passive aggressive about it, and it’s extremely obvious.

The best way to fix it is to just give him lots of attention, he won’t behave like this is you have to leave for something important (he understands duty like the best of them), so it’s very easy to address.

Bakugou idly stirred a pot of miso soup as the radio in the kitchen blasted out whatever awful top 40 song it had picked this morning. He had only put it on to fill the silence really, which was the only thing this awful excuse for music was good for in his opinion.

He was making breakfast for the two of you as a kind of mini celebration. He had two days off in a row, the first time in a couple of months because of his crazy work schedule and he wanted to make sure he spent every moment that he could with his alpha. And so, here he was, getting up early to prepare breakfast for your both.

There was a lull in noise as the radio switched between songs, and in the few moments of silence, Bakugou could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom. He grinned. Perfect timing.

He put down the last plate and waited for you to come out, you should be here any second now.

 Fiddling with your shirt one last time you swung open your bedroom door, bag on your shoulder, finally ready to leave. You were interrupted momentarily by a delicious scent in the air. Bakugou must be cooking, so you followed the smell to the kitchen and walked in to say goodbye to him, vaguely sad that you were going to be missing his food, but he was probably only making himself something to bring to work, anyway.

And then you saw the elaborate breakfast spread your heart stopped. Had you forgotten an anniversary? Bakugou looked just as shocked to see you dressed up and ready to leave. However, his shock soon melts into frustration.

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growled, the excitement that had been on his face when you walked in now gone. “You said you weren’t working today.”

“I’m not,” you said quietly, confused as to why he was so upset. “Izuku messaged me while I was getting dressed and invited me for brunch, I was just going to meet him.”

Bakugou’s face screwed up at your words. He went to open his mouth but then stopped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was doing the breathing exercises that his therapist taught him for when he was angry. What had you done to make him this upset?

The relaxing exercises clearly weren’t working for him because he stood up from the table and stalked out of the room suddenly, shutting himself in your bedroom. You winced as the door slammed shut behind him.

Oh dear… you had made your mate so upset that he had shut himself away in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot. It was time for some damage control (and a quick check of the calendar to makes sure you hadn’t actually forgotten an anniversary or something.)

You shot a quick text to Midoriya, apologising for cancelling and letting him know that something had come up. He sent back a ‘don’t worry!’ message and about six smiling emojis. Well, at least he wasn’t also mad at you.

Fishing out a tray from the cupboard above the sink, you stacked it up with as much food from the table as you could, thankful that it appeared to still be warm, and carried it to your bedroom door.

“Katsuki?” you called out, knocking on the door with your foot. “I’m coming in, is that okay?”

There was silence. Well, silence was better than swearing, so you carefully slid open the door and moved towards the brooding lump on the bed.

“The fuck do you want?” he growled. “I thought you were going out to eat with Deku?”

You froze at his vicious tone. Was he jealous? Well, that was a lot easier to solve than forgetting an anniversary, at least.  With a smile, you slid the tray onto the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind you mate, letting out a reassuring scent. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring how he tensed in your embrace, and whispered into his ear.

“Why would I spend time with Midoriya when I could be spending time with you, hmm?” you whispered, purposefully blowing hot air onto his neck. You revelled in his full body shiver. “The only reason I accepted plans with Midoriya was because I thought you were going to work.” You pressed as close to him as you could and placed a single kiss right behind his ear. Bakugou melted at the affection.

“Come on now,” you continued, a coy smile on your face. “Let’s not let this delicious breakfast go to waste.”

You reached over and scooped a little bit of rice onto your fingers before holding it up to his lips. Bakugou opened his mouth with only a small grumble in complaint, and you made sure to push your fingers a little deeper inside than perhaps absolutely necessary.

“I promise I’ll make this morning’s misunderstanding up to you.”

Miscellaneous:

Bakugou’s scent is fairly sweet but still quite smoky.

When he’s upset/stressed, his scent is like burnt sugar, and when he’s very happy/excited, he smells like almost like a marshmallow roasting on a bonfire.

It’s a very pleasant scent but it does tend to divide people. Some love it, and others hate it.  Bakugou doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about his scent (except his alpha, but shh, that’s a secret!)

In his family, his father is an omega and his mother is an alpha and while they are happy together, Bakugou always promised himself that he would never end up in a relationship like that. He didn’t want some alpha bossing him around like his mother bossed around his father.

Bakugou finds meek alphas (and people) annoying, but he doesn’t like super aggressive alphas either. He’s attracted to people who exist in the middle of those extremes.

Bakugou knew he was an omega from birth, and it was something he was very insecure about for a long time. It was a big part of why he turned out the way he did as a child, he was making up for something that he viewed as a weakness by being as aggressive as possible.

His mother wasn’t great at making him feel secure in his secondary gender, assuming he would like certain things and pushing him in certain directions simply because he was an omega.

His father said that he was there if Bakugou had any questions, but he let Bakugou reach out to him instead of reaching out to Bakugou, and Bakugou was too proud to make the first move.

Bakugou ends up deciding that being an omega wasn’t going to stop him becoming the No. 1 hero. He decided that he could overcome being an omega.

It wasn’t until he was an adult that he actually started to accept being an omega was a part of him that he didn’t need to overcome, but that he could instead embrace and that it didn’t make him weak to do so.

When he does become a mainstream hero, he makes sure to always tell the omega children that he meets that they can do whatever they want and still be an omega.

N-sfw under the cut

Bakugou is a switch, mostly.

Oftentimes he switches multiple times in the same session, so his alpha needs to be quite the brat tamer to keep him from getting frustrated and trying to get on top so that he can control the pace.

He has a very high sex drive, and he likes to have a partner who can match him because he way prefers sex to masturbating.

It would be hard to find someone whose chest and nipples are as sensitive as Bakugou’s, and when he’s in heat, he can definitely orgasm just from his chest being stimulated.

Bakugou is also definitely a squirter, something which he was very shocked and embarrassed to find out.

Bakugou generally prefers slightly rougher sex. He gets bored when the pace is too slow and definitely scratches and bites (and is happy to receive the same in return).

When he’s in heat, Bakugou is a bit different.

He’s not a pillow prince by any means, but he is definitely a lot more passive than he is normally.

He’s not super loud, but he definitely swears a lot, even between waves of heat when he gets grumpy that he’s too hot and sticky. That swearing is a lot less sexy though.

Bakugou’s sexual side doesn’t really come out outside of his own home. He doesn’t like flaunting anything in public and can even get uncomfortable talking about sex with his friends, especially when they tease him with personal questions. He’s definitely a private person when it comes to sex.

Although that is not to say he isn’t confident in the expression of his own sexuality, much to opposite is true. He is definitely the kind of person to order some new toy or outfit on the internet every month to surprise his alpha.

He’s sexy and he knows it, so why not?

[weyzene]

Something More Than Physical (part 4)

Description: WayV ot7 x female reader series

Warnings: Smut, cursing, reverse harem, prostitution, angst, fluff, masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk

Disclaimer: This story is a fictional work and in no way is intended to cause harm or defame real people and organizations. This story in no way implies that the characters here are portrayed like in real life.

Word Count: 4.27k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It’s been about two weeks since you’ve been with WayV and you were already fucking half of them on the regular. Yangyang, Xiaojun, and Winwin had made no advancements on you, which was fine, but then you started picking up some tense vibes from Dejun and Sicheng.

At first you thought it was your imagination, but it was starting to become more obvious. You thought they were just annoyed how the other members made it obvious what you were doing with them, even making competitions to see who could give you the most orgasms, but then it started feeling a little more personal. They would never look you in the eye if you were alone with them and there was always uncomfortable silence. You were sure they had their own personal reasons and you weren’t really offended by it, but little did you know you were practically tearing the group apart as an argument about you arose between two of the members after work yesterday.

“We have to terminate our contract with her,” Winwin had urged his leader. “Can’t you see that Yangyang and Hendery have already fallen for her? If she stays longer who knows what will happen?”

Kun sighed. “I understand. But I think kicking her out would honestly be a hassle.”

“A hassle for who?” Winwin argued. “All we have to do is tell our manager that we wish to terminate the contract between us and send her back to the brothel.”

“It’s not that simple, Sicheng,” Kun protested, rubbing his temples. He had anticipated that him and Xiaojun would come to argue about you eventually, but he had slightly hoped they would have just brushed it off the longer you stayed.

“How is it not that simple,” Winwin furrowed his brows. “Wait, don’t tell me… you’ve fallen for her, too?

Kun’s eyes widened. “Hey, Dong Sicheng. Don’t make accusations like that.”

“Whatever,” Winwin rolled his eyes. “I’ve known you for several years now. I know when you’re lying and when you’re in love. The whole reason I didn’t want to get into the whole sex worker business is because I knew something like this would happen. You knew it, too, and that’s why you made a rule not to catch feelings when she started. And yet, look at you all now. At least three of you have fallen for the same girl who’s only using our bodies for money. I don’t want our group to have ruined friendships just because some girl comes between us.

“Kun-ge,” Winwin put his hands on the eldest’s shoulders and locked eyes with him. “I’m not just asking as a friend, but as a brother, please reconsider. Think about how this will affect your career and the seven of us as a whole.”

Kun and Winwin had proceeded to be tense and constantly trying avoid each other the next day and you weren’t the only one who noticed.

Lucas frowned as Winwin almost bumped into him in the hallway while he and Kun wordlessly brushed past each other with stony looks on their faces. “What’s up with them,” he nodded at Kun who stepped out of the dorm as he sat down on the couch next to you and Yangyang.

“Don’t know,” you shrugged. “They’ve been like that all morning. They must’ve fought or something.”

“(Y/n), don’t stop playing with my hair!” Yangyang pouted, his head having been laid down on your lap for a while now.

You smiled down at him. “Sorry.” You resumed running your fingers throughout his scalp as Yangyang closed his eyes again.

“Although, it is weird,” Yangyang mused. “Kun-ge and Winwin-hyung never really fight. I wonder what they could’ve been talking about to make them act like that towards each other?”

“It is strange,” Lucas agreed. “I’ve never seen them act like that before. Do you think they were fighting about (y/n)?” Lucas’s eyes suddenly fell on you and his ears turned pink. “I mean, uh… n-not that you did anything wrong, you know. I mean, I’m sure you’ve noticed that Winwin is kind of tense around you, too. Not that it’s your fault.”

“Dude,” Yangyang cut him off, opening his eyes. “You’re not helping. Besides, I seriously doubt they were fighting about her. Even though Winwin and Xiaojun were very hesitant about getting a worker, they’ve been pretty cool about it. I’m sure they’ve gotten used to it now.”

“Hey, guys,” Ten suddenly entered the room, pulling at the strings of his hoodie. “What’s going on here?”

Yangyang sat up from your lap, the blood finally getting to circulate through your legs again as you sighed in relief. “We think Kun and Winwin-hyung fought.”

“Ah, that,” Ten nodded as he took a seat at the end of the couch. “Yeah, they did.”

All eyes suddenly flickered in interest at Ten. “You know about it?!” Yangyang exclaimed.

Ten shrugged. “Yeah. Why?”

“Tell us what happened!” Yangyang and Lucas cried at the same time.

“Well, I didn’t hear them word for word but I kind of overheard them at the studio yesterday.”

The three of you stared at Ten expectantly. “That’s it?!” Yangyang exasperated when Ten didn’t continue.

“Well, yeah.” Ten shrugged. “Like I said, I didn’t hear every word they said so I just left when they stopped talking.”

“Well what did it sound like they were talking about?” Lucas pressed.

“Well,” Ten pulled at the lobe of his ear carelessly. “It sounded like they were talking about sending (y/n) back.”

Silence.

“‘Back’,” Yangyang repeated slowly. “Back where?”

Ten shrugged. “To the brothel we got her from, I guess.”

All eyes were on you, but you weren’t sure what to feel. Honestly, you shouldn’t really have cared since they were only your clients and things like that can happen. But at the same time, the more time you spent with them, the more you realized you actually liked being around them and being their roommate. On one hand, if you had to go back, you didn’t really want to. But then again, you weren’t really meant to stay with these boys forever. They were just your clients, after all.

“I doubt we will send her back, though,” Ten spoke again. “Kun wouldn’t do that. He’s too infatuated with (y/n) to let her go that easily. That’s probably why him and Winwin are being cold towards each other.”

“So Winwin wants me gone,” you piped up. The reality of it actually felt a bit more harsh than you thought it would. You knew he didn’t want to sleep with you, but wanting to actually kick you out seemed a bit cruel.

“(Y/n),” Yangyang sympathized. “We won’t let that happen.”

“Thanks…” You muttered. You knew you shouldn’t get attached to any of your clients, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like them in the slightest. You didn’t have feelings for them, of course, but thinking about your life without them felt a little disappointing.

“It’s not really our decision, though,” Ten pointed out. “Kun gets the final say in it. Whatever he says we will have to go with. Let’s just not worry about it until then.”

“How could you be so heartless?” Yangyang glared. “Don’t you care about (y/n) at all?”

“Of course I do,” Ten said. “But it’s not our decision what happens to her.”

“Ten’s right,” you agreed. “I’m only here under contract, after all. If Kun makes the decision to send me back, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“But, (y/n),” Yangyang argued. “I- we don’t want you to go back. You don’t even like it there.”

You shrugged. “True. But what can I do?”

Yangyang frowned. “I’m gonna persuade Kun to make you finish your contract.”

“Six months is a lot, though,” Lucas spoke up. “A lot of artists don’t even make contracts for one month. Can Winwin and Xiaojun really hold out for that long?”

“Whose side are you on here, dude?” Yangyang frowned.

Lucas shrugged. “All I’m saying is we should prepare for the worst. I like (y/n), too, but Kun is also most likely to put his members before anything.”

Yangyang huffed. “I should talk to Winwin-hyung about it and try to change his mind. Trying to change Xiaojun’s mind won’t be as easy, though.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Well…” Yangyang averted his eyes to his hands. “I don’t know if I should really air out his business- .”

“He just got dumped from a very serious relationship and he’s trying to heal. That’s why he didn’t want a worker in the first place,” Ten explained.

“Dude.” Yangyang gawked at Ten.

“Ah,” you mused. “I’ve oftened worked with people who hired me to get over breakups. But it doesn’t surprise me if he also wants to heal on his own.” You sighed. “It seems like I’m kind of tearing you guys apart.”

Ten shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about it. Xiaojun doesn’t think it’s a big deal that all of us are doing you, but he also doesn’t really want anything to do with you either. At least not yet. And I’m sure Winwin will probably change his mind eventually. He’s probably just worried about the group’s well-being.”

You threw your head back and closed your eyes. Part of you really regretted the decision of signing that contract with SM. You knew that things would get messy very quickly. But another part of you was grateful that you had the opportunity to be with WayV as well as earning as much money as you were. Just one whole year with SM. That’s all you had to endure. Then all of it would be over.

When nightfall came, the boys all sat at the table over dinner. You had already finished eating and was holed up in your room before the boys as usual. There was a heavy silence and thick tension in the air as the boys picked at their meals.

“So…” Lucas started awkwardly. “Does anyone want to discuss the elephant in the room?”

“What elephant?” Hendery asked obliviously.

“I’m assuming he means the situation with (y/n).” Ten glanced between Kun and Winwin, who were sat at opposite sides of the table glaring at each other.

“There’s nothing to discuss,” Kun said bluntly.

“If there’s nothing to discuss then we should all be in agreement, then,” Winwin glared.

Hendery looked back and forth between the two. “I’m confused. Am I missing something?”

When no one said anything Ten sighed. “Winwin wants to terminate our contract with (y/n).”

“What?” Hendery dropped his chopsticks with a clatter on the table. “No, we can’t do that.”

“See, this is exactly what I was talking about.” Winwin crossed his arms. “Some of them already started catching feelings and it’s going to tear this whole group apart.”

Hendery’s cheeks blushed a light pink. “T-that’s not true. It’s just… we shouldn’t send her back…” he trailed off awkwardly.

Winwin sighed. “We can’t keep her around as long as there’s feelings involved. I’m sure Xiaojun agrees with me on this one.”

“I already told you,” Xiaojun poked at his chicken. “I don’t care what you guys do as long as you leave me out of it.”

“Why are you so against her being here?” Yangyang asked. “You also agreed to have a worker. Why do you want to send her back so badly?”

“Because now that a lot of you caught feelings, it’s going to complicate things!” Winwin snapped. “You guys are going to get jealous and distracted and it’s going to interfere with work and our personal lives.”

“No one here has caught feelings,” Yangyang retorted.

“Really?” Winwin raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Prove me wrong, then. Send her back. If you don’t have feelings for her you’d have no problem with doing it.”

Yangyang opened his mouth to reply, but quickly shut it when he couldn’t think of a comeback. Winwin sighed. “You see? I’d be fine with it if you guys had been a bit more mature about it and kept things professional, but this is going to quickly spiral out of hand the longer she stays here.”

“You don’t know that,” Kun argued.

“Don’t I?” Winwin tilted his head. “I’m sure you guys heard about the rumor of SNSD catching feelings for their worker and some of the members fought and now they refuse to work with each other.”

“It’s just a rumor,” Kun rolled his eyes. “You know how staff likes to make up stuff to spread around the company.”

“Maybe,” Winwin said. “But is it really worth the risk?”

“You know what I think,” Ten butt in. “I think you need to get laid. Honestly, I think you’re stressing about it too much.”

Winwin’s eyes widened. “How am I stressing too much about it?”

“Because you’re the only one that’s worried about it,” Ten exasperated. “You think you’re the only one who noticed Kun, Yangyang, and Hendery caught feelings? And don’t you guys try to deny it,” Ten suddenly said as the three of them started muttering protests. “None of them have let it bother with work or argued about it, so I don’t see what’s the problem.”

Winwin sighed and pushed himself away from the table. “Fine. Do what you want, but I hope you guys realize it’s a mistake keeping her here.” He threw away his hardly touched food and left the dining room, leaving an awkward silence at the table.

“So… what now?” Lucas asked finally.

Kun sighed and stood up from the table. “I need to think.” He cleared his area as well and went into his room.

There was another prolonged silence. Lucas’s gaze fell on Xiaojun. “Dejun- ,”

“Don’t look at me,” Xiaojun interrupted. “I said I didn’t care what you guys did or do as long as I’m not dragged into it.” He followed suit as the others before him and left the room, leaving four of the members looking at each other around the table.

“So…” Yangyang started awkwardly. “You have feelings for (y/n), too?” His eyes flicked over at Hendery.

Hendery sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it. It was an accident and I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sure none of you meant to catch feelings,” Ten said, rolling his chicken on his plate with his chopsticks. “But you can’t control catching feelings for someone. The best you can do is to just control them or move on.”

“When did you start having feelings for her?” Yangyang pressed on.

Hendery slammed his chopstick down on the table. “Does it really matter?”

“It does to me,” Yangyang insisted.

“Why? What difference does it make? It’s all just one sided for the rest of us, anyway.”

“You say that, but you still continue to sleep with her,” Yangyang pointed out.

“I’m done talking about this,” Hendery abruptly stood up and left the table as well.

“Well,” Ten said after Hendery shut the door to his room. “This has been a very eventful dinner. I guess this is my cue to leave as well.” Ten cleared the rest of the table up before turning down the hallway.

Yangyang sighed and rested his head on the table. “When did this situation become such a mess?”

Lucas shrugged. “It’ll probably blow over soon. Everyone will probably forget about the fight tomorrow morning and everything will go back to the way it was.”

“Maybe,” Yangyang said, although he was still unconvinced. “I still can’t believe Hendery and Kun have feelings for (y/n). I mean, I shouldn’t be as surprised that Hendery does, but it still kind of feels… strange.”

Lucas scratched his neck. “I mean it was pretty obvious all three of you caught feelings, but I guess when you’re in love you don’t really notice when other people are, too.”

Yangyang looked up at his hyung. “Do you have feelings for her, too?”

Lucas pursed his lips. “Maybe, maybe not,” he finally said. “We may never know.”

Yangyang rolled his eyes. “I’m assuming that means you do, too.”

“Maybe,” Lucas repeated. “Don’t think about it too much, though. I’m scared you might get depressed or something.”

Yangyang sighed. “What can I do? I did this to myself, anyway.”

Lucas shrugged. “I guess it was bound to happen when we all started sleeping with the same girl. But I don’t think she really thinks of us the same way we think of her.”

“Yeah, I figured that much,” Yangyang muttered. But no matter how much Yangyang told himself his feelings were one sided, he always yearned for you to feel the same way towards him. With every gentle touch, every bright smile, every hearty laugh, Yangyang wished that the feeling was mutual.

While Yangyang and Lucas were wrapping things up at the table, you heard a knock on the door to your room. Considering the sounds you heard from the dining room, you were sure that it wasn’t someone trying to get their dick wet right now. You turned off your phone and opened the door to see Ten standing there with his hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie. “Hey, bestie, can I come in?” He asked with a smile.

“Yeah.” You stepped aside to let Ten in and closed the door behind him. “What’s up?”

“Just… checking up on you.” Ten hopped on your bed and put his arms behind his head. “Seeing if you recovered from the orgasm I gave you earlier today.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure you’ve heard that Lucas has already given me three today. But anyway,” you crossed your arms and sat on the edge of your bed. “Why are you really here?”

Ten smirked. “You’re very observant. I’ve always liked that about you. Alright, I’ll cut to the chase, then.” Ten suddenly turned serious as his eyes locked with yours. “How are you feeling? About the whole situation?”

“You mean the one where there’s talk of terminating my contract,” you asked rhetorically. “Honestly, not super thrilled about it.”

Ten nodded slowly. “I’m assuming you heard the fight at the dinner table?”

You shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I could tell Winwin was really upset and argued a lot with Kun. And then I think I heard Hendery and Yangyang arguing. But I couldn’t really pick up any words.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened,” Ten sighed.

“I’m really sorry about all this,” you murmured.

Ten’s eyes widened at you. “Hey, (y/n), no one is blaming you for this. You’re not at fault here. No one is. Things just kind of… happen this way.”

“Yeah, but I know you guys are really close and I just don’t want you guys to ruin your friendship because of me.”

“That won’t happen,” Ten assured you. “I’m sure Winwin’s just tense because he’s always hearing rumors the staff makes up. I’m sure once he stops stressing about it he’ll be fine.”

You sighed. “I don’t know. It sounded like Hendery and Yangyang were also mad at each other.”

“Oh,” Ten tried to think of what to say. “That’s nothing. It was just a little dispute. They’re fine.”

“You’re lying.”

Ten gave you a crooked smile. “Seems like I can never get past you.” His face turned solemn again. “Don’t worry about it, though. These things will fix themselves. It just takes time.”

“I’m the reason why everyone is arguing, though, aren’t I?”

You searched Ten’s eyes as he swallowed hard before answering. “Yes,” he admitted, and that honestly made you slightly disappointed, but not surprised. “But don’t think about it too much. Like I said, fights between the guys never last long. They’ll all sort out their thoughts and feelings eventually. You won’t even have to leave here.”

You sighed and laid your head in Ten’s lap. “It still bothers me. Whatever happened back there sounded pretty serious.”

Ten casually started to play with your hair. “You want me to help take your mind off of it,” he hummed.

You made a face. “You know, sex isn’t the solution to everything.”

“It would be for this,” he snickered. “Besides, I could go down on you and see if I can beat Lucas’s daily record of giving you three orgasms.”

You smirked. “You know, Kun still holds the all-time record of giving me five in one day.”

Ten rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how. That man is so old I’m surprised he has that kind of stamina in him.”

“You’re the same age,” you pointed out. “Besides, you’re not even hard yet.”

Ten waggled his eyebrows. “How about you make me and I’ll give you so many orgasms that we’ll both lose count.”

You smirked. “You’re on.”

During that night Winwin could not sleep. Partially because he was still thinking about the fight at dinner, but mostly because he could hear your moans all the way down the hall. It’s not like he hasn’t put up with the sounds before, but it was particularly frustrating this time after the argument at dinner.

“Fuck, Ten! Right there!”

Winwin sighed as he felt a rush of blood go down to his groin. Looked like another lonely night of jacking off to the sounds you made in bed. Lucas fell right asleep the second his head hit the pillow and Winwin was good at keeping quiet, so he knew it wouldn’t be a problem.

Winwin quietly pulled the band of his shorts down and pulled his semi-hard cock out.

“Oh, god don’t stop!”

He focused on your voice, wrapping his hand around his length and started an agonizingly slow pace up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, Ten, I’m cumming!”

Winwin bit his lip as your moans got louder and increased in frequency as he recognized in your voice that you were close. He sped his hand up a little bit, willing himself to get harder. When a high-pitched scream ripped from your throat as your orgasm washed over you, Winwin’s cock throbbed as he tried to imagine what your face looked like. How your eyes would be screwed shut, mouth gaping open as your eyebrows furrowed before relaxing. Winwin squeezed his cock harder, biting his lip as to not wake Lucas.

He continued pumping himself, listening for anymore sounds before he heard your whimpers and Ten’s groans. Winwin knew Ten had just entered you since based on the sounds he’s heard from your room the past couple of weeks, Ten loved giving you head before properly fucking you.

“Oh, god, (y/n)!” Ten groaned. “Move your hips just like that! You feel so good, baby.”

Fuck, did you really feel as good as the other members claimed? Winwin cursed himself, wishing he hadn’t been so shy so he could have had his way with you earlier. If only half of the group hadn’t caught feelings, Winwin would be all over you right now, making you moan for him instead of Ten. Just the thought frustrated him, making him beat his dick harder and making it harder to conceal with groans.

“Ten! I- ah! I’m s-so close,” your moans echoed through the dorm. “Feels so fucking good!”

“Yeah, baby,” Ten’s growl could faintly be heard. “You gonna cum already? After I just- fuck! After I just made you c-cum on my tongue? That’s it, kitten, cream master’s cock! Cum on it just like this.”

Winwin felt himself nearing his orgasm as the slapping sounds and moans from your room got louder. When he heard your euphoric squeals from your orgasm, Winwin couldn’t hold himself back any longer as he too reached his high, cum shooting up from his dick and landing on his torso and over his hands.

Winwin sighed to himself as he heard Ten chasing his own high, reaching over the nightstand for a tissue to clean himself up. He immediately felt gross about what he’d done and felt like such a hypocrite. How could he tell his friends to get rid of you when here he was jacking off to the sound of them doing you every night?

He recalled the conversation at the dinner table and what Ten has said; “I think you need to get laid. Honestly, I think you’re stressing about it too much.”

Was it really that simple? He couldn’t even fathom how Kun and Hendery still continued to fuck you even though they had caught feelings. He wasn’t sure how they were fine with having to share you. Was he really just overthinking it and jealousy wouldn’t be an issue here? But it still didn’t explain why Yangyang and Hendery had sounded tense after he left the table.

‘I think you need to get laid,’ Ten’s voice echoed in his head.

“Okay, I get it,” Winwin grumbled aloud to himself. “Maybe I have been to strung up about everything.”

Making up his mind, Winwin decided to get out of bed and make his way to your room. He barely reached the door when he bumped into Ten.

“Oh, hey.” The older boy looked surprised to see him. He looked back in the direction Winwin was walking in and then back at Winwin, his eyes narrowing. “Are you here to…”

Winwin’s ears burned a bright red. “I don’t want a word about this from you.”

Ten pursed his lips. “Alright, then.” He continued down along his way before abruptly stopping again. “Oh, by the way,” he turned back to face his dongsaeng. “Be careful. I’m not sure how many rounds are left in her tonight,” he turned away with a smirk.

Winwin rolled his eyes before walking up to the door to your room, hand raised ready to knock before he took a deep breath.

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I’m not sure if you have ever written smut, but all of your sfw giyuu pieces make me think that he would be such a softie during his first time with his s/o. If you feel comfortable, could I request some nsfw hcs about that 🥺💙 thank you!

I actually haven’t written smut before lolol but I think I’ve read enough to write a decent one lmao

I usually make my fics gender neutral unless otherwise stated but I would prefer knowing the gender specification for smut so I know how to write it lol. But don’t worry too much about it, it’s all good :) and thank you for wishing me a good day! I actually did have a good day :D

Giyuu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

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Giyuu would be so so so nervous his first time with you! What really helped his nerves calm down was that this was also your first time so he didn’t feel much pressure of having to be an “expert”

He constantly keeps asking if you’re doing alright, if he needs to slow down or stop and if you’re feeling good. He always makes sure to ask for permission and consent to continue on further

“Are you okay with this, Y/N?” He’d mumble out gently between soft pants, “Are you alright with me going on further?”

He wanted to get intimate with you, but he was just so nervous to ask. He didn’t want to initiate incase you didn’t want him to. He also couldn’t figure out how to even ask such a question without it being awkward. Luckily, you were able to ask him in such a way you both felt comfortable

Now here you were, in a dim lit room, slowly roaming your hands across each other and holding on to one another as if you’d fall if you dared to let go.

When you guys started, his cheeks were a burning, bright red and his eyes kept darting away, trying to look anywhere but you. He couldn’t get his words out without a nervous stutter. But the way you stroked his cheeks and ran your fingers through his long hair soothes him enough to make nothing but eye contact

Giyuu’s eyes kept scanning all over your body, taking everything in. He stared as if he was trying to remember it all in the case he’d never see such a beautiful sight ever again. His hands grazing over every part of your body, leaving a chilling trail of goosebumps.

“Y/N.. you’re so beautiful... how does someone like me deserve someone as spectacular as you...?” He whispers almost inaudibly as his lips lingered over your. His eyes never leaving your lips until he finally made contact and held your face to deepen the kiss.

He was super nervous at first grabbing any intimate part of your body but you helped guide him telling him it was alright and that you wanted him to. It was Giyuu’s first time feeling breast so he was really shocked by how soft and squishy they were.

But he loves playing with them now. He likes to massage them with his larger, calloused hands while his other grabs every other part of your body and he kisses and sucks at your neck and collarbone. Giyuu also likes to squeeze them when he’s railing you from behind ;)

His hand hesitantly slid down to your clit asking for permission to proceed. You give him the okay and he starts to circle his finger around it, massaging it in the perfect way. You mewl out in relief from the sensation which makes his heart skip a beat. Seeing you so worked up just turned him on even more

He would proceed to finger you, watching your reaction to make sure it was okay to add more fingers. All of this was helping you get aroused enough to get ready for penetration

He also found out that he freaking loves when he’s teasing your entrance and you buck your hips up to feel more of the friction while you cry out, “Giyuu... please... more...” between moans and heavy breathes. This got him super hard in seconds.

Giyuu’s foreplay during your first time was pretty timid. He would bring his hands around you slowly to make sure you were okay with what he was doing. His foreplay consisted with a lot of pillow talk, touching and kissing every part of your body and just staring in amazement he kept whispering everything in your ears which made it even more of a turn on

“Y/N you look so good... God you’re so beautiful.” “You feel really good.” “Your body feels so soft” “Your lips taste so sweet, I can’t get enough of them...”

He would have added in oral for your first time because he really wanted to devour every part of you and taste you but he felt too nervous of messing up since he was a virgin. So you both kept away from oral this time around and decided to try it out another time

After a lot of foreplay because this man grew a liking to teasing you Giyuu lays you down gently and lines himself up to your entrance. He was already hard from just seeing the way you squirmed beneath his touch, breathlessly calling out his name and begging for him to let you orgasm

“Y/N, can I put it in...?” He asks nervously, his full and soft blue eyes not daring to part from yours. Your cheeks were burning up as his cool breath fanned over your face. You could hear him whimpering, waiting for your response so he could finally release himself and feel you warm walls around him

Once you gave him the okay, one of his hands intertwines with yours, sinking deep into the bed as his other guides himself in then proceeds to kneed at your waist once he got the tip in. He lets out a shuddering breath, feeling you around him for the first time. He had to bite his lip to hold back from moaning so loudly and keep himself from ravishing you right then and there.

He feels around your entire body a lot. Giyuu wanted to feel every part of your body when you were losing your virginities together. There were so many loving parts of your body he’d never explored before and this was the perfect time of course. Giyuu could not keep his hands off you!

He goes in slowly to make sure he wasn’t hurting you too much, but thanks to all the foreplay, there wasn’t as much pain due to all the arousal. It still felt tight and weird but him going slowly also was a huge help. Once Giyuu finally was all the way in and you had told him to continue on, he gently pushed his hips back and forth, hand still wrapped around yours. He kept his eyes on your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you after stretching you out

You guys did missionary for your first time because it wasn’t anything fancy and was a good starter position. When you started to feel really aroused, you wrapped your legs around Giyuu’s waist and pulled him in close. This really made his heart pound and made him moan right next to your ear.

Giyuu also kissed you a lot during your first time and kept his body really close. It just made him feel more intimate and secure with you so close to him. Each time Giyuu would start to shiver from the static feeling of your walls clenching around him, he had to remove his lips off of you to just take in sharp, shaky breathes. He kept nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, panting and moaning right next to your ear, making you feel even more ecstatic.

The more aroused you both became, the rougher it got. You raked your fingers across Giyuu’s back, pulling him in even tighter. His hands gripped your waist as his hips snapped against yours and his forehead laying against yours. His thrust became faster and harder the more he heard you moaning and gasping

His eyes half lidded filled with lust hooked onto yours as he breathed out, “Y/N, I’m... I’m about come...” this sent sparks through your body as you purred back, “I’m gonna come too...”

The rhythm in Giyuu’s thrusts became uneven along with his quickened breath as his eyes shut tight. He was digging deeper into your core at a faster pace. You could feel yourself melting as the shaky feeling of an orgasm began to overtake you.

You felt your whole body clench and hold on to him tight as you succumbed to your orgasm, moaning out his name and he continued to pump into until he came as well.

After you both catch your breaths from your orgasms, he pulls you in for a tight hug, kissing you affectionately and cupping your cheek. He tells you how much he loves you, how much you matter to him and how beautiful you are. Giyuu’s after care is very sensual and cute. This is when he’s most vulnerable with you and does a lot hugging, holding, cuddling, kissing and pillow talk. Giyuu also of course helps you clean up any mess that was made

Overall, Giyuu is a complete softie during your guy’s first time. His cheeks, nose and ears get super duper red and it’s really cute. Giyuu always made sure you were okay, comfortable and excited through the whole experience and made sure you orgasmed first.

The next morning, he got super shy because of how embarrassed he was that he actually had sex with you and said all that sappy stuff. You teased him a little which earned you another blush that spread from ear to ear. Giyuu eventually got braver to start initiating sex and would usually start it off with touch instead of words since he’s not very good at forming his sentences at times.

[uwuwriting]

Bakugou, Shinsou, Todoroki, Dabi and Shigaraki checking out their s/o

Request: Pretty pls hcs for Shinsou, Shoto, Dabi, Shigaraki, and Bakugou getting caught checking out their s/o? thank you! - anonymous

Pretty boys you’ve got there sweet anon. Pretty boys with a capital P. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

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warning: some suggestive thoughts, swearing

Bakugou Katsuki

-Bakugou doesn’t like showing his feelings. 

-Like to no one. 

-Not even to you sometimes.

-So when you started to officially date you understood why he would want to keep our relationship a secret.

-He was good at keep it that way.

-Like really good.

-You got no extra attention or special treatment, he never lost his poker face around you and would never NEVER stare at you.

-So you never really checked on him to see if his eyes wondered to ...places. 

-Today your skirt had ridden up your thighs while you were bouncing around the room along side Mina.

-Your favorite band was coming near you guys since they were on tour and you both were ecstatic. 

-The skin of your thighs looked so soft and plum who wouldn’t stare?

-You did mind when people stared at you but now dealing with your excitement was a priority. 

-Your boyfriend had gotten excited by something else though. 

-His eyes were glued to your thighs, his red orbs following your every movement.

-Kaminari and Kirishima were telling him something about Mineta but he couldn’t focus on them. 

-His head was constantly turned to you to the point that Kaminari had to shake his shoulder to get him to look at them.

- “Yo what are you looking at?”

-His head was again turned to you his eyes widening only by a fraction while he mumbled something to the two boys. 

-Kaminari followed his gaze and his own jaw dropped for a moment before a smirk formed on his face. 

- “Well he IS drooling over Y/N like a dog.....”

-At the sound of your name on Kami’s lips, Bakugou’s attention was fully on the boys his right eye twitching at the comment. 

-He let out a snarl and raised his hand creating a few small explosions. 

- “And what if I am drooling sparky boy?? She wouldn’t mind me looking anyways.” 

- “And why is that Bakubro?”

-His smirk widened as he said proudly. 

- “Because she’s my fucking girlfriend.”

-Way to be secretive Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Baby doesn’t want to show his true emotions to the outside world. 

-Heart been broken too many times.. *isn’t that how the meme goes?*

-He shows it to you because you are HIS and he adores you. 

-He knows you won’t hurt him so he gives you his all.

-Such a sweetheart OMG!!!!!!!

-While you two are in school grounds there is not many things that would indicate that you two are together. 

-People would have to watch closely to see the sings of your relationship. 

-How he sits really close to you during lunch. 

-How you tend to come to school sporting his hoodie during cold days. 

-It’s all cute and fluffy but so so on the down low. 

-Yall are out on a date and you decided to go to the arcade.

-You convinced him to have a dance off with you and now you are both sweaty and panting while you are jumping up and down to the rhythm of ‘Party anthem”. 

-Shisnou kinda gave up after a while and he is now just staring at you. 

-You on the other hand are giving it your all trying to get everything right. 

-You are sweaty and feeling gross which is not cute at all since you are on a date but he promised you ice cream if you beat him with a significant difference. 

-You are not letting this slide. 

-Hitoshi’s eyes are on your chest that is em...going along with your jumping. 

-He is stuck and he is already dreading that you’ll look at him and call him out.

-But he can’t stop. 

-He really wishes you were at your dorm right now, the things he would do. 

-His blush is getting darker as his thoughts are getting dirtier by the minute until the music stops and you are left panting. 

-There’s another thing to add to the list of things to add to his small fantasy. 

-You notice that he has been silent for some time now and you try to meet his eyes but you see where they are glued. 

-Waltzing up to him you leave a kiss to his cheek and another right under his ear, making him shiver. 

- “Stop being so dirty we will be back soon.” 

-Winking you walked out of the arcade leaving a very turned on Shinsou behind. 

Todoroki Shouto 

-Baby boy is slow.

-Yall aren’t together yet.

-He really can’t understand what is going on whenever you enter the room.

-His heart starts to race, his palms get sweaty and he has a weird tendency to smile. 

-He wants to be the reason you are laughing. 

-He wants to talk to you non stop.

-He wants to be around you 25/8, 366 days a year. 

-But he doesn’t understand why this is happening so he just plain out ignores it. 

-You have a massive crush on him so it kinda hurts when he doesn’t take any hints. 

-You dress up just a little bit while you are out with your friend group since he is part of it. 

-You cook for him.

-You offer help or ask for help with studies.

-But nothing. 

-You were chilling in the common room.

-You were spread out on the couch, your t-shirt exposed your stomach as you were hanging half off the actual couch and just a pair of short shorts underneath. 

-Shoto was coming back from his father’s agency, his nerves were everywhere and his mind wouldn’t shut you out. 

-Your soothing voice was there when his father yelled at him that afternoon and even though you weren’t there you helped him get through the day.

-So when the poor thing walked through the door and was met with you hanging off the couch in such a suggestive position, his mind ran wild. 

-He couldn’t stop the blush that irrupted on his face as his cheeks and ears became the same color as his scar. 

-He almost choked on his spit when you giggled at something on your phone. 

-Midoriya came through the door next and was shocked when he saw his friend beat red and eyes wide. 

- “Todoroki-kun are you alright?”

- “She’s hot- It’s IT’S hot in here.”

-You turned at his voice, sitting up as your shorts rode up your thighs ever so slightly. 

-Todoroki saw and he couldn’t take it any longer, covering his red face with his hand as he mumbled a small ‘excuse me’ and left the room. 

-He certainly had an image that would get him through the night.....

Dabi

-Salty boy™.

-Him and Tsukishima would have been best buds I swear. 

-He is VERY vocal about his attraction to you. 

-Like legit non stop flirting even after you are exclusive.

-Compliments, dirty remarks, dirty promises, dirty actions, dirty dirty dirty things in general. 

-He won’t hesitate to make a dirty remark in front of the rest of the league. 

-He has NO shame whatsoever. 

-Look he finally grew the balls to make you HIS okay?

-He wants to show off. 

-But he knows when to not look at you like he wants to devour you. 

-He is respectful of Kurogiri so he isn’t a horny bastard while he is around. 

-But one day he slipped. 

-His hold on his horniness snapped. 

-Poor guy. 

-Actually scratch that poor you, you are the one who is gonna get it rough later so yeah. 

-You had just returned from a mission that had gone sideways.

-Your clothes were ripped and your pants were half burned off. 

-Your pretty face had smudges on it and you looked exhausted. 

-Immediately you went to take a shower not letting Dabi ogle at you.

-When your shower was over you came back downstairs and order a strong drink, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your headache. 

-Your hair was wet and sticking to your shirt making it wet and Dabi could SENSE that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

-That’s his sixth sense. 

-The shirt was black so nothing showed. 

-That’s why you couldn’t understand why Dabi was giving you that smirk and glancing down your shirt. 

-You rolled your eyes at him and shoved him away from you only for him to grip your waist and set you on his lap. 

-He left a kiss on your neck and smirked as you shivered. 

-His eyes were right on your chest since he could see EVERYTHING from this angle.

-That’s when Kurogiri stepped back in the room, the drink you ordered in hand. 

-He almost YEETED you off of him as a blush bloomed on the few patches of unscathed skin that he had. 

-Kurogiri *being the Nomu he is IFHOQOASB I RUINED IT* didn’t really respond to the position you were in. 

-He just gave you your drink and went back to polishing the shot glasses. 

-Dabi wanted to crawl into a whole and die even though Kurogiri said nothing. 

-Poor guy every thought and scenario he made about that night was out the window. 

-He cuddled you to drown his shame. 

-Bastard..........

Shigaraki Tomura

-I dare you to try and make him check you out in public. 

-Sure he might stare at you ass in the DIM LIT bar yall are staying in but that’s just because no one can see his eyes. 

-He is beyond shy when it comes to these matters and unlike Dabi even after you are together he wouldn’t stare at you like a crazy person. 

-He is very very careful with his glances and calculates when would be the right time to stare. 

-Meetings are easy.

-You all are sitting down so how hard could it be to keep his horny side in check?

-Well most of the time is easy. 

-You are usually wearing your civilian clothes which are very casual and comfy. 

-Nothing is showing and nothing really makes him want to rip your clothes off. 

-He wants to cuddle at the sight. 

-The problem appears when one day you had to go out on a mission and were called into an emergency meeting by Shiggy. 

-Your costume is um... sexy to say the least. 

-Everything you are wearing is hugging your body in all the right places and the mask you wear shades your eyes just right. 

-You look seductive as hell. 

-Shiggy rarely sees you in your villain costume. 

-He sees you while you are getting ready and might make a comment or go for a quick round. 

-But now it was unexpected. 

-He didn’t remember you were to go on a mission. 

-Totally forgot. 

-So when you come down and since all the seats are taken you have to stay standing, Shiggy is in trouble. 

-His eyes won’t leave your thighs and he can’t really form coherent words.

-Dabi is drooling over you and so is Toga. 

-They keep pointing out how good you look and how sexy your costume makes you. 

-More than you already are. 

-Shigaraki has to really one up his self control and not cancel  the meeting and drag you to the nearest closet. 

-He’s so disoriented during the meeting. 

-Kurogiri points it out after the meeting ended and you left for your mission. 

-Shiggy had the darkest blush the LoV had ever seen and he had to leave the room. 

-Took a cold shower afterwards. 

-Waits for you like a lost puppy..... which turns feral once you step into the room. 

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