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howdoyousleep3 · 2 years ago

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If the mood strikes, my dream fic from you would be about Daddy Ari lovin’ on a lady who is thicccc (with at least four c’s…and some accompanying triple D’s) but also able to handle him just right, if you know what I mean. 😈

It became a thing, I couldn't resist. This felt very therapeutic for me and I loved every second of it. Shoutout to Husband for making me two espresso martinis that inadvertently pushed me to finish this. Shoutout to the espresso martinis for making me extra horny for this. Thank you bby nonnie for this blessed Ask. 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥

notable tags: reader insert, plus size reader, size difference, size kink, nipple play, sexual awakening (of sorts), daddy kink, multiple orgasms, love at first fuck sight, comeplay, dirty talk (this man 😤), a bit of a subby daddy ari word count: 1.7K song inspo

"Baby...baby, you're gonna kill me. Fuck, have mercy, sugar..."

You can't remember a time when you've felt this powerful while in bed with someone else. Your fingers dig into the meat of Ari's hairy pecs as you rock your hips selfishly, mouth dropping open when his cock, every deliciously thick inch of it, stretches the walls of your pussy out.

Rarely do you ever agree to ride someone. Rarely do you enjoy it, rarely do you feel sexy on top, rarely do you get lost in the swirls of confidence and desire and eroticism of it.

But Ari is different.

You can count on one hand the amount of times someone has made you feel wanted, has made you feel craved like he does. You aren't the type of person who can easily find someone so compatible that you end up in bed together. You have high standards brought on by insecurities, ones that most people aren't willing to meet.

It took one look at Ari Levinson as he walked into your boss's office, big and burly and openly flirty, to know that he'd set the new bar for any future lover.

"Fuck, m'gonna keep you," he hollers and growls almost to himself, leaning up onto his elbows to get a better look at the show you're putting on. "Gonna keep you here all for myself, pretty girl. Ain't ever gettin' rid'a me after this, not when you take my cock like some sort'a goddamn professional, fuck me."

One paw for a hand comes up to smack at your ass, fingers digging into the meat of your hip so hard it forces a whimper from your mouth. You love it.

You don't think about your body as you bounce on him, about his hands as they continue to grab and squeeze you all over. In fact, you find the headiness of it hot, his touches going right to your head as much as they do your swollen pussy.

He's already made you come once all over his beard and you're well on your way to a second one. You can't see an end in sight though; there's no way your hunger for him will ever dwindle.

"Ari," you whine, long and pitiful, a pout of a noise that hits him right where you want it to, just as his cock does inside of you. You whine again when your rocking turns into frantic grinding, reveling in the stretch of his cock and the rub of your clit. He groans, thick and gravelly, hands coming up to squeeze at your tits. Fuck.

“Yeah baby, yeah you better take it, take what’s yours. Come all over my cock, lemme feel it. Fuck, you’re perfect, look at you just take it like it's yours. Don’t make me beg for it, sugar. Come on…”

His mouth on your nipples is what does it, the way he sucks each sensitive nub into his mouth, suckling on it hungrily as you fuck yourself in his lap. It sparks deep pleasure within you, stirring in your tummy and spreading to your clit. He holds you over him, paws squeezing your tits together to better glide his mouth between each nipple, his muffled moans sounding like pleas and making you ache.

The scratch of his beard on your sensitive skin, the selfless way he lets you take, the ache of the walls of your pussy as your grind in tight— you shatter apart within seconds.

Your ears ring with the force of your climax, your body stunned by the intensity of it. No one has ever made you come like this. You sound like you’re sobbing as you shake apart on top of him, thighs trembling, elbows locked as you continue to let him suck loudly at your heavy tits. Your pussy trembles around his length, milking him for everything he’s worth, desperate for his own release alongside yours.

You’re about to collapse on top of him, dizzy with the aftershocks of your orgasm, when you’re suddenly moving, being turned and flipped easily onto your back.

No one has ever manhandled you either. You smile before you can process your thoughts, already knowing that you like it, no— you love it.

Even given your size, a size that has scared cowards away in the past, he still manages to make you feel dainty and teeny.

You swear you aren't going to let him go after this either.

“Look at’chu smilin’ while you get dicked down, you pretty fuckin’ baby. My cock put that smile on your face? Huh?” Ari huffs out against your lips, nipping at your chin when you giggle, laying himself out on top of you. Your giggle morphs right into a throaty moan when Ari reaches down and takes his cock in hand, slipping it back into your pussy without hesitation.

When you squeeze yourself around him the moment he’s pressed in to the hilt, greedy for him and slipping your fingers through his hair pushily, Ari growls.

“You’re gonna make me fall in love if you keep up shit like that, sweetheart.”

You squeeze yourself around him again, once and then twice, a smile spreading across your lips once more even when he wraps one of those big hands around the front of your throat. If it's supposed to be some sort of threat, he doesn't know who he's up against or who he's unleashed inside of you.

And he falters within a few pumps of his hips.

"Fuck baby," he groans, pressing his forehead against yours as his hands slip back down to grab and squeeze at your tits. They've always been sensitive, almost too much so, but when Ari touches them in the selfish way that he does, it takes your sensitivity to an entirely new level.

“It’s like you were made for me," he pants out as he fucks into you, the slick noises of your pussy hitting your ears and making you flush. "No one can just…just take this dick. Can take me. You know that?"

You don't have the energy to slow your little fucked-out noises long enough to tell him that very few people have what it takes to deal with you as well. Instead you tug at his hair and widen your legs further around his burly waist, welcoming him deeper into your body.

"And you're out here making it look easy, like it's a privilege, like it's what you're meant to do."

Your head spins as he kneads at your tits hungrily, growling as he mouths at them before pulling back to sit up. The fluidity of his movements, the way he continues to dig into that sweet spot inside of you with his cock, is almost masterful.

"Ari...Ari, you feel so good, you—"

"Oh baby, make a man's dreams come true," he interrupts you in a rush, rumbling as he squeezes at your belly, the new angle making you damn near squeal. "Call me 'Daddy', sugar. Tell Daddy he feels so good stretchin' your pretty pussy out."

His words light you the fuck up. He has continued to run his mouth about how perfect you are when he's straight out of your dirtiest, most wettest of dreams. And you don't hesitate to give him exactly what he wants.

You bring your hands up to cup your shoulders, smushing your tits together and letting them bounce with Ari's harsh thrusts, and let out the prettiest whine you can manage when you're this close to passing out from getting the best dick of your life.

"Make my...make my pretty pussy feel so good, Daddy."

"Oh my god," Ari raggedly moans, his eyelids falling closed and his hips stuttering as your words are processed. And you can't help yourself, not when you so obviously have this great of an effect on Daddy. Not when you're both so incredibly close to sharing an orgasm.

"Come in my pussy, Daddy. Want you to drop that big Daddy load in my pretty pussy."

Ari’s holler almost startles you, the guffaw of disbelief coupled with a throaty groan making you giggle into your own moan. Your moan leaves you in a rush when he shoves at the back of your knees, pressing you further into the mattress. The movement tightens your channel up to the point where you feel tears well up in your eyes.

Everything feels so hot as you watch him watch your pussy get fucked.

"M'gonna come on those fuckin' tits," is what he moans raggedly, thick chest heaving as he pants. "Let Daddy come on those pretty tits, baby. Let him save this sweet...sweet pussy for next time."

You nod your head eagerly and find yourself pleading with him as soon as you hear his request.

"You touch yourself and make yourself come with me, you hear me?"

"Mhmm yes, Daddy."

"Fuck me..."

The moment Ari's jaw drops open, his fist flying over his cock as he looks down at you, you feel the burn of an orgasm in your core. How could you do anything but come when he's looking at you like this? Your fingers swirl over your clit just as requested, the poor, abused numb, swollen and achy. It's the perfect sensation to go along with your view.

This has to be the hottest thing you've ever witnessed.

"Fuck, ask me one more time, baby. Please, please tell Daddy—"

"Daddy, please! Come on these titties, Daddy. They're yours, they're all yours. Make them messy, make 'em—"

"Jesus Christ, m'gonna come. Daddy's comin', baby..."

You're going to come. You're going to come at the same time as Ari is, legs spread wide in the air, rubbing at your clit.

It seems this is a night of firsts.

The first splash of hot come across your chest does you in this time around. Instead of your ears ringing, your ears are filled with the noises of Ari coming, his grunts and gasps, his bitten off curses and your name.

You eagerly press your chest out in a display of complete submission as you come, your climax feeling less like waves and more like shocks of pleasure, some almost painful. You manage to moan out Ari's name, his newfound title as well, and when he lets go of his twitching cock, his fingers quickly find his mess on your tits.

The last shocks of your orgasm leave your system the moment his come-covered fingers slip between your willing lips.

You suck them down greedily.

Ari's moan sounds like thunder all around you.

"Yeah, there's no way in hell you're gettin’ rid'a me, pretty girl..."

#askK #my writing #daddy ari #ari levison x reader #plus size reader #fem reader #i personally have such a torn relationship with plus-size reader/character fics/books but #when i read this my bits went bananas so...#here we are lol

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toshio · 5 months ago

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I wanna get even half the chest and body that you have. I know you said you basically just did push ups so I was wondering if you had any specifics. How often? How many?

Gonna use you as inspiration lmao

hey anon! i know it sounds CRAZY simple but yeah. literally just push ups at home on your carpet or hard wood floor will DO IT. whatever you find comfortable. i think pecs are SURPRISINGLY easy to get, and gay men and straight women love a nice set of boobies on a man, they really give you that "macho" look LOL so definitely try for it. you can probably get some smol but fierce tiddies in about a year.

gonna do a [read more] so i can yap to you in full detail:

if you're a complete beginner, start with like 10 push ups, if you think that's nothing and you're not fatigued yet, do more than that, like 20. keep doing that until you can do an insane amount of push ups and then stop when you start getting tired/failure. do that daily. the more the better. you can take some rest days, on those days you can like walk or jog or something to get more lean. if you consider yourself slightly overweight, definitely walk/jog daily.

and when you do push ups, make sure they're not half assed. like, when you see that skinny guy in your gym class going REALLY fast but stupidly out of form, that's probably doing nothing but injuring him LOL. go on youtube or look up an article about push ups, there are lots of evidence that prove you can get boobies with them. i learned pretty much everything from online btw, go on youtube and just look up how to get pecs at home if you're too cheap for a gym membership (like me. i don't have a gym membership)

here's a random image i found on google, don't worry about any of this other stuff in the picture for now. just do regular push ups for now and you should have results. but another thing i'm leaving out is obviously you need to eat right. try to eat like 0.7-0.8 grams of protein per pound of body weight. some protein rich foods you can eat are stuff like chicken/beef/pork/fish daily (with rice) or low fat greek yogurt, beef jerky, and buy some protein shakes at the store. almost anything protein tastes nasty to me btw but beauty is pain.

also some life hacks because my fat ass (and lazy ass) loves fast food/eating out in general, go to panda express and just get a bunch of chicken and broccoli LOL that shit has so much protein and it tastes good. goddamn. basically just consume meat daily for gains.

also ONE more thing in terms of eating [moderately] healthy (i still don't eat healthy but i try) stop drinking soda, stop drinking alcohol, stop doing drugs, just drink nothing but water, green tea, any tea you want, just make sure it has no sugar. if you crave sugar, get diet soda like diet coke (it's 0 calories) but avoid drinking too much of that because aspartame.

THIS IS A LOT OF INFORMATION but i get asked about stuff like this a lot so hopefully this is enough. LOL. i'll get asked again probably haha but oh well. and again i'm not a fitness expert, just an enthusiast. good luck. remember anon, BEAUTY IS PAIN. and youth is only temporary, so you might as well look sexy before you get old.

#HERE COMES THE YAPPER #enjoy my unsolicited fitness advice #i'm not even a bodybuilder btw but i'm glad you guys keep coming to me for advice #definitely take everything i say with a grain of salt. i'm not claiming to be an expert #do your own research but most of this stuff is just me swallowing my own knowledge back at you and i double checked everything haha #SO YEAH

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mealmindset · 4 months ago

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Mix and Match your salads

Ever found it hard to eat your vegetables without absolutely hating them? Me too. That is until I discovered salads, and I'm not talking about salads with pieces of lettuce, and a whole lot of sauce to cover that grassy flavor. I summarized the best things to add for you to mix and match. So you don't ever have to worry about your vegetable consumption and can LOVE eating fresh greens. 1) Avocados, Tuna, Soft cheese Not only are they healthy, they also contain fats, protein, and good bacteria. They offer a wet, mushy texture while keeping the natural crunch of the greens, unlike most salad dressings. Make sure your avocados are ripe, drain out the tuna water, and pick the right cheese (burrata, feta, etc), if you dislike the taste of cheese, you can consider adding Greek yogurt, it has the same health properties and a similar texture.

2) dried fruit, fresh fruit, anything tangy Salads are typically thought of as a combination of vegetables. But adding fruits doubles the fibre and offers a nice tangy or sweet flavor that complements salads nicely. I recommend adding cranberries, cut-up apricots, raisins, pomegranates, or tomatos. They offer all kinds of vitamins. When adding dried fruits, most people like to avoid preservatives and sugar, you could make your own! By slicing your favourite fruit into thin pieces and baking them on a lined baking sheet at 250°F (121°C) for two to three hours.

3) Nuts, seeds, chopped vegetables Since we added some mushy ingredients, it is only reasonable to add something crunchy to it. Nuts and seeds offer proteins; Chopped vegetables provide extra fibre. Nuts and seeds like pistachios, walnuts, pumpkin seeds, almonds, peanuts, and macadamia nuts; vegetables like chopped carrots, onions, cucumbers, celery, mushrooms, corn, and broccoli. My favourite is chopped-up roasted kale chips. Make it by drizzling olive oil and salt, and put in the air frying till crunchy. Then cut the leaves off and sprinkle them onto the salad.

4) Tofu, chicken, boiled eggs, chickpeas, Humus, beans Our bodies need more than healthy greens, for example, protein. It makes you a lot more full and provides energy. Especially for people who work out and are looking to build muscle. For a better texture, shred the chicken or any meat. drain the beans well. I recommend making soft-boiled eggs instead of hard. The dripping soft yolk adds moisture to your salad.

5) Potatoes, pita chips, Croutons, Quinoa, Pasta Carbs are also essential to a healthy diet, to incorporate them into your salads, adding carbs could be considered as a bigger meal since the carbs will become the main ingredients instead of the vegetables. Hence, there are names like pasta salad and potato salad. If you are always hungry after a salad, mixing in carbs may be your solution.

6) Lemon, Salsa, Olives, pickles, kimchi, Herbs To add flavor, instead of salt and vinegar. You could add anything that has a strong and overpowering flavor. Whether it's salty, spicy, bitter, or sour, they make a great addition to the salad and makes it the perfect salad.

Salads are all about the mix and match (hence the title). It is important to know what you like and add ingredients accordingly. Some may like their salads moist, some like more texture, and some like it with more protein. But I can assure you that when you find what you like, you will start craving salads and becoming the healthy person you aspire to be.

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braveclementine · 4 months ago

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Moving On

Warnings: 18+readersonly, fem x fem, foursome, oral, fingering, pet names

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Steve, Sam, Loki, and Elijah sat in the main room, waiting for Heimdall to bring their girl home.

When had she become their girl?

Who knows.

They saw the flash of rainbow outside the windows and their hearts seemed to start beating faster. The nerves were growing in each of them, even Elijah.

Elizabeth entered the room, looking happier than they had seen her look in two weeks and the guilt hit them hard again.

When she saw them, she just smiled and said, "Hey. How are you guys? Are you hungry? I was thinking about making sloppy joes."

"Sweetheart, can you come sit down real quick." Steve asked softly. "We want to talk to you."

She grew wary, sitting down nervously. Steve took one of her hands into his and Elijah took the other.

"We just want to apologize." Steve said softly. "When you came to us, we were afraid to hurt you. But now, we know that you actually needed us. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I promise you it will never happen again. I will always listen to you." He kissed the back of her hand.

"I thought I knew you like the back of my hand." Elijah whispered. "But now I realize I still have so much to learn. I'm sorry for assuming that I knew what you needed when I didn't."

"I'm sorry." Loki said sincerely. "I'm so sorry pet. I too was afraid to hurt you. I was afraid you were pushing yourself to pet play. . . well it was stupid. I never meant to make you doubt that I want you to be my kitten. You will always be my kitten as long as you want to be."

One tear trailed down her face and she breathed in and then said, "I just want to stop feeling like this. I want to stop being this. . . weak person I've become. I don't cry like this, not over stupid stuff. But ever since. . . ever since Rumlow everything seems to make me cry."

"Hey." Sam said softly. "It wasn't Rumlow. Having the kids has just made your body more emotional. It's not a bad thing Elizabeth. I'm actually glad you feel comfortable enough to lower your walls and show us how you're feeling. You used to hide everything from us. All of your emotions, hidden by this façade of joy. And yes, most of the time you were filled with joy. But you had other emotions. So. . . you're not weak sugar. You're just who you need to be."

There was a moment of silence and then Elijah asked, "What do you need from us right now?"

"Food." She said happily, like a puppy wagging her tail. "But I think I'm craving something other than sloppy joes now."

Sam groaned lightly. "Don't let that be a sexual innuendo."

She giggled. "No. I think I want a spicy walking taco."

"What in the world is a walking taco?" Steve asked, looking alarmed.

"You've never had a walking taco?" Elizabeth asked in shock.

"I prefer my tacos without legs, thank you." Bucky said suddenly from behind the rest of them. Elizabeth looked over and the brunette super soldier came over and hugged her tightly. "I missed you doll."

Elizabeth giggled, "Come on, let's go make walking tacos."

They went with her into the kitchen and watched as she grabbed a box of small bags of chips. She had nacho Doritos, some sort of super spicy Dorito called 'Flamas', and then Fritos.

She showed them how to heat up the hamburger meat, heat melted cheese, and then shredded lettuce, chopped tomatoes, flakes of onion, and whatever else they wanted to the tacos.

"Of course," Elizabeth then added, opening up a bag of the Flamas and spreading hers out into a glass bowl. "If you have hot food in plastic, the plastic can melt into your food so I never actually eat my walking taco in a bag."

She then put hot cheese on her chips, letting it drip in large globs. She added white cheese and banana peppers and then started to dig in.

Bucky, Steve, and Loki all looked rather uncertain about it, but Sam and Elijah started to make theirs easily.

Penny suddenly came in, followed by Katya, Violetta, Thor, Clint, Rhodey, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Ahni, Mai, and Josh.

"Ooh, walking tacos." Clint said, yanking a bag of Doritos, opening it up and started to dress his up.

"I think I like tacos that don't walk." Thor said uncertainly, echoing Bucky from earlier, which made Elizabeth giggle.

Penny giggled as well, helping Thor make his taco and then they all settled down in the community room to eat them, putting on the fifth movie of Harry Potter.

🤜🚅 𝕡ＯⓋ 𝒸ʰ𝕒𝐍ق𝔢 🎿🙁

Penny was happy that everything seemed to be working out. She was snuggled up between Pietro and Rhodey as she devoured the walking taco she had made. Rhodey had his head resting on her shoulder and Pietro had slung his arm over her shoulders.

Trang was sitting in Tony's lap, the two of them staring at the screen with the same semi-bored look on their face. Which contrasted completely to Loki's smile. He actually quite liked the Harry Potter series as it turned out.

Stephen was with them as well, resting on a couch that he had to himself, though Loki was sitting at the foot of the couch by Stephen's head.

Clint was perched on the back of the chair that Katya was sitting in, with Lan sitting next to her and Violetta on the other side. Mai and Ahni were sitting on the floor, Mai resting her head in Ahni's lap.

Natasha, Bruce, Wanda, and Vision were snuggled up together as well. Vision was in his human form at the moment and Penny found it a little funny that he was actually wearing glasses.

Elizabeth was snuggled between T'Challa and Bucky while Steve and Sam sat behind them. Elijah sat at Elizabeth's feet, his arm around Ghaida's shoulders as she rested against him. Josh was sitting a little bit by himself.

Penny had seen the Harry Potter movie once or twice, but it wasn't until she was re-watching with them that she really noticed the details. . . mostly because Elizabeth kept pointing them out.

Severus Snape was up on the screen at the moment. Penny wasn't paying to much attention until Elizabeth suddenly said, "Fuck he's hot."

"Who?" Tony asked sharply. "Not him?"

"Severus is so hot." Elizabeth sighed, closing her eyes and smiling. "So is Lucius Malfoy."

"They're the bad guys!" Clint protested.

"Doesn't stop them from being hot." Elizabeth retorted. She smiled. "It's the long hair."

Penny bit her fingers as Bucky suddenly looked like a peacock preening his feathers and Loki started to smirk, tossing his hair over his shoulder like a diva.

"You're gonna have to grow your hair out Fireball." Tony snickered.

"So are you." Elijah retorted and Tony stopped laughing, sulking behind Trang's back who was smirking.

"I guess I get you all to myself." Bucky chuckled, holding Elizabeth to his chest.

Loki let out a laugh, "Nice try cyborg. But I look more like Snape than you ever will."

Elizabeth nearly shot out of her seat in excitement. "Oh! You can actually morph into Severus. Oh it's a dream come true."

Loki scowled at her. "Absolutely not. I will only fuck you as my fabulous self."

"If I had his superpower I would totally do it for you doll." Bucky smirked.

Penny, Natasha, Violetta, Ghaida, Wanda, Katya, and Trang all burst out laughing at the boys banter. Pietro chuckled and Penny could feel the vibrations traveling through her body.

Things settled down again until the end of the movie. Elizabeth and Violetta were crying because Sirius Black was dead. Bucky looked right pleased with himself as he comforted Elizabeth. Penny comforted Violetta, trying not to laugh.

"Alright, time for bed." Tony declared as the credits started to roll.

Stephen snorted, "Says you." He ruffled Tony's hair affectionately and sat up with a groan.

"Hey." Tony frowned at him, "Stop moving."

"Who are you going to bed with tonight?" Rhodey asked her, looking sideways at Penny, who felt a thrill go through her. She rarely spent any time with Rhodey and tonight would be a wonderful time to do so.

She reached up and kissed his cheek. "Would you like to?" She asked shyly, blushing. "Maybe you and Pietro? If you two, you know, interact with each other."

Rhodey smirked. "Alright sweet mama."

"Sounds good Princessa." Pietro said.

"How would you feel if us two joined you?" Clint asked from behind, motioning to him and Natasha.

"Sounds good." Penny smiled, looking up at Rhodey who agreed.

The five of them headed up to Rhodey's room.

Rhodeys room had black walls with a gold art piece above the bedroom headboard. The bed was large and flat, built seemingly into the wall with a footboard or headboard. The sheets were thick and almost fluffy, with white sheets underneath a thick black comforter. There were several bookshelves lining the walls, but the long ones that were waist high.

It was a neat room, clean and tidy and smelling surprisingly of flowers, sea salt, and. . . honey? She wasn't quite sure. But it was a pleasant smell nonetheless.

Penny lifted her shirt over her head as Natasha got to her knees and started to undress Clint. Pietro helped undress Rhodey as Penny slipped out of her skirt, abandoning her clothes to the floor.

Penny knelt before Rhodey, unbuckling his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers in one go- she was getting very good at it.

He was longer than some of the others, perhaps up there with Loki and Sam. Steve and Bucky, of course, had the largest ones besides Thor.

She stroked his cock first as Pietro and Rhodey made out above her, before kissing the tip and then licking it. She sucked at his tip and when he cried out in pleasure into Pietro's mouth, she engulfed what she could take fully into her mouth, running her tongue pleasurably down the veins of his cock.

Pietro kept a hand on the back of Rhodey's head, kissing him firmly. Rhodey kept one hand tangled in Penny's white locks, the other in Pietro's blond hair, sucking on Pietro's bottom lip.

She felt hands on her hips, lips on her shoulders, and knew that Clint and Natasha were both behind her, giving her an equal amount of attention.

Fingers touched her clit and she reached up, grasping Pietro's prick with her other hand while she continued to focus her attention towards Rhodey. Going down on his cock even further, his fingers tightening in her hair.

She whimpered, feeling someone's tongue run through her folds while someone elses fingers pushed into her cunt. Her grip on Pietro tightened as she moved and he was groaning above her, thrusting his hips lightly with her movements.

"Cum for me birdie." Clint hummed in her ear, confirming that the tongue licking her was Natasha's. "Cum for us."

She moaned around Rhodey's length, squeezing Pietro, thighs clenching around Natasha's head. Clint's hands came up to caress her breasts, rubbing her nipples softly between his fingers. He kissed her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin.

"That's it sweet mama." Rhodey groaned, before spilling down her throat. "Fuck you're gorgeous."

"On the bed." Clint swatted her ass as she slowly pulled off Rhodey's cock, licking anything she had left behind.

She crawled up on the bed, hovering over Pietro who was already on the bed. Clint, Rhodey, and Natasha joined the two of them quickly.

"Come here Princessa." Pietro commanded and Penny straddled him, letting him guide himself into her cunt. His hands went immediately to her hips, helping her as she started to ride him. She shifted her hips back and forth before moaning as Natasha straddled Pietros' face, drawing Penny into a kiss with her.

Penny hummed happily, biting Natashas lip lightly, sucking on it and then nibbling at it. Natasha took over very quickly, tightening her hand in Pennys white locks. Nat sucked on Penny's tongue while she moaned, riding Pietro's face while Pietro amazingly kept up the fast, rhythmic thrusts into Penny.

Clint moaned somewhere behind Penny and she broke away from Nat to glance behind and see Clint on his elbows, with Rhodey thrusting into him from behind.

"God." Penny groaned, before reaching back up for Nats lips.

Penny felt Clint's fingers gently prodding at her back hole and she relaxed so that he could start fucking her with two fingers. She clenched down tightly on Pietro, reacting to Clint's fingers. Nat grasped the back of her head again, pulling her to her once more.

"Ты такой красивый зайчик" Natasha purred. [You're so beautiful Bunny]

"Итак, вы, Наталья. . . так красиво" Penny whispered back, nipping at Nat's bottom lip, before clenching down on Pietro harshly. "Fuck Pietro!" [So are you Natalia. . .So beautiful]

"Хорошая девочка Принцесса." Pietro praised, spurting up inside of her. [Good girl Princessa]

"Да, у тебя так хорошо получается, Берди. Теперь иди и сядь на мой член," Clint chuckled, kissing down Penny's shoulders. [Yes, you're doing so well Birdie. Now come and sit on my cock.]

"Okay." Rhodey grumbled as Penny quickly went ahead, straddling Clint and sinking down on his cock. "Can we all revert back to the normal language?"

Penny giggled as she placed her hands on Clint's chest, rocking herself slowly on his cock while he lightly thrusted his hips upwards, rolling with her.

Natasha smirked, before pushing Rhodey back into the bed and leaned down, starting to purr Russian into his ear as she rode him hard. Rhodey was a mess under her very quickly, before the two of them were cumming with each other.

Penny meanwhile, was now pressed down on her back, against the sheets, while Clint hooked one leg over his shoulder and fucked into her mercilessly.

"Please?" Penny moaned, tossing her head back.

"Nah." Clint teased. "C'mon birdie, you can go a little longer than that."

Pietros hands fondled her large, soft breasts in his hands. "Yes Princessa, hold on for us just a little longer."

Penny panted, clenching around Clint, eyes flickering. "P-please Clint. Please?"

"You're a needy little bird aren't you." Clint smirked, eyes darker than normal, his lips skimming her jaw before sucking on the skin of her neck. "My needy little bird. Come and cum."

Penny arched, her entire body tense, before relaxing completely as she shattered apart on Clints' dick.

"You're so beautiful when you cum Princessa." Pietro smirked, leaning over and kissing Penny's forehead.

Penny smiled, blissed, reaching for Rhodey last. He flipped her over onto her stomach, kissing the space between her shoulder blades as he thrusted into her from behind. He drew her back onto her hands and knees, his hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them as he fucked her.

"Fuck." Penny gripped the sheets tightly in her hands, squeezing her eyes shut, finishing quickly.

"That's it sweet mama." Rhodey whispered in her ear, pulling out gently and cleaning her up with the flannel that Clint had brought back. "Love you."

"Love you too." Penny smiled gently, curling up in Natasha's arms with Pietro on the other side. Things were back to normal.

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coldcrypt · 2 years ago

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I'm marco, 26yo cis guy from UK. I got into weight loss because I wanted motivation to stop drinking around april 2022, and ended up bingeing and purging on avg 3 times a week for abt 6 months. I relapsed back into daily drinking (litre+ of vodka a day) and detoxed in hospital at the start of the year, but have been finding it really difficult to stop and stay stopped, so I'm back here. I've nearly died so many times recently from drinking and I just keep gaining/getting more and more swelling &bloating. If any alcoholics/bulimics have advice for someone who cant stop shovelling it in to get a sustainable deficit, I'd appreciate it a lot. My goal is to be safe about it, but I'm open to anything that works.

I'm experimenting with different methods of weight loss, sometimes fasting, sometimes rezzing, but am very inconsistent. I binge v often. This is not so much an accountability blog, more like recording what I've learnt and just venting. My bmi starting around may20th was 22 ish, was 5th june 20, 4th oct 22.5,and now 20.5 jan27th. Have to get it back to 20, but goal would be 18 with low body fat %. My main goal is to stop drinking and get healthier (thinner).

To do list:

get compression sleeves for running

Things that worked:

going to meetings make it much easier to abstain and think abt other things than food -> much easier rezzing

being distracted by things unrelated to food

having good food options for rezzing prepped, like boiled eggs, or having a solid stock of staples like steak, yoghurt, fruit and veg

not buying food that I will binge on, if I buy it, even if its not for me, I will eat it and get fat

taking longer routes/walking instead of getting train (energy, weather and mood permitting)

peppermint tea

keep it in the day. One day at a time really works, it just takes practise to get into mentally

supporting blood sugar throughout the day, especially if going out/socialising/towards the end of the day (when alc cravings pick up). This is best done with small amounts of carbs following a rly high protein 1st meal

Things that I was doing before but that didn't work out well:

taking K supplements (just eat s. potato for carb allowance, is filling too and has loads of K, stops palpitations when intermittent fasting)

pho, miso or gochujang as soup bases. They are too salty and lead to painful sluggish bloat.

Oyster sauce is not worth the cals

Diet sodas. Caffeine dependence builds really quickly and teeth need help

olive oil for sautéing vegetables. Pointless cals. Fats can come from lean meats like beef steak, eggs and occasional avo as well as omega3 supplements

fasting. At 18 hours I feel like I'm goin mental and at 22+ the palpitations make it uncomfortable to move around or do anything at all

strength training (esp core) at home without equipment. Dont enjoy it at all, not motivated at all

watching hours and hours a day of ED documentaries, scrolling ED tumblr, and watching hours of foodtube every day. Obsession -> binges

hard avoiding carbs. Leads to massive brain rot and feeling morbid. Can't do anything. Inevitable binges, usually alcohol, or 4000 cal of food.

sushi is not really worth it. White sushi rice is too sugary. Its usually a carb craving in disguise, or something to get on the go and is expensive.

weighing every morning just lead to trying to use caffeine as lax and more chaos on energy levels, or obsessing and not being distracted.

Press ups make my joints click a lot. Planking is really boring and doesnt feel rewarding.

Using sex for stim instead of food and cooking

Curious about:

feta, olives and cherry tomatoes for satiety.

Broccoli and mushrooms (annoying to prep or dont taste nice when boiled)

chicken sausages for cheap lean protein (think they can be a binge trigger or lead to mental scarcity feelings but not sure if worth)

ways to make cottage cheese not taste shit (cocoa powder is not cutting it)

cardio > strength training maybe. Runner's high > nothing from strength training (that I ever felt anyway).

Finding a way to enjoy strength training

yoga and stretching for stim

skipping breakfast has really mixed vibes. Can feel completely awful, but can also make rezzing much easier. Can also lead to binges in the evening (because there's unspent cals in the budget). Probably best to stick to eating breakfast but keeping it high protein and not eating right away when waking up.

Experiment with meds timings.

minced turkey or discount fish for lean protein variety

ways to make eating salad not miserable, cos it does work rly well for getting a deficit. (Maybe herbs and lemon and chickpeas? Make in bulk? Quinoa? Binge risk)

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New plan from 4th Oct '23 can't be strict bc cant track exercise cals without a phone for looking at time spent walking and running so will need to do a gross-in instead of net- in quick basic (aspirational) plan:

1000 cal deficit/day for the next month -> 1500 gross in/day allowance

NO: baked beans, bone broth, oil, paté, pasta, alcohol, caffeine, quiche, cheese, instant snack food, pesto, chorizo, hummus, meal deal foods reason: too sugary or fatty for their worth in flavour. Cause binges every time when rezzing. Not filling enough. Caffeine leads to crashes and the pickmeup is usually food.

LESS: bread, onion, ketchup reason: can be useful carbs in a pinch, less likely to cause binges than above (because they are only accompanied with protein). Onion and ketchup help with mental scarcity and support good vibes

MORE: fruit, veg soup, sweet potato, tuna, s. noodles, fruit juice, avocado, egg, steak, quorn, butternut squash reason: sugar cravings need to be comboed with fibre addition, or fruit juice could be useful diluted for emergency alc cravings. Everything else is lean protein and should be frontloaded in the day. Sweet potato is there for potassium and low glycaemic index carbs. Avo and s. noodles are contentious bc of price and fat/nutritional value reasons

ALTERNATIVES TO EATING: gaming, reading, weighing, cleaning, brushing teeth, counting cals, weights, stretching, running, walking, meetings. mostly overeat because of boredom and to break monotony in free time or to stim. These are alternatives that work and also make rezzing easier in other ways.

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fiftytwotwentythree · 2 years ago

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Wellness Wednesday:

The New Year Grind

So, most likely the number one New Year's Resolution is to workout, exercise, lose weight, be healthy...

I am going to check that out but I going to try to do it in a way where I don't hate myself. I am not only going to focus on my body but I am also going to try to relax, have fun, and enjoy myself and family.

I definitely want to try new things - but no pressure to preform.

I will be doing my own personal handwritten journaling and doing weekly Wednesday drop-ins here. I'll be tracking my meals (not calories), my workouts, sleep, media consumption (movies, TV, gaming), social interactions, and general thoughts, emotions, feelings.

1st CHECK-IN:

Current Goals:

Lose 52 lbs

Not exactly an arbitrary number - looking for about a pound a week and I definitely have the weight to shed.

Avoid "Junk Food"

Talking about:

Candy and Sweets

Chips

Pop / Energy Drinks / Carbonated Beverages

Overall Overeating

I have gone years without drinking pop/sugar drinks - relapsed this year to help with all-nighters. Hope to apply that same will power to the above listed "junk food"

Minimize Take-Out / Fast Food Consumption

This will be difficult when you consider Travel and Family Gatherings. I am not going to beat myself up if I partake - BUT - I hope I can keep my eating habits at or below 6-12 times this entire year.

Let the Year of Wellness Begin...

Meal Tracker:

SUNDAY

Lunch:

Big Plate of Spaghetti and Meat Suace

- Dusting of Parmesan Cheese

(2) Slices of Cheesy Garlic Bread

(1) Glass of Milk

Supper

(5) Fish Sticks

(2) Scoops of Instant Potatoes

Green Beans

(1) Glass of Milk

MONDAY

Lunch

Large Plate of Leftover Spaghetti and Meat Sauce

- Dusting of Parmesan Cheese

(1) Glass of Milk

Snack

Handful of Cashews

Supper

Small Plate of Leftover Spaghetti and Meat Sauce

- Dusting of Parmesan Cheese

(1) Slice of Cheesy Garlic Bread

(1) Glass of Milk

TUESDAY

Lunch

Large Plate of Leftover Spaghetti and Meat Sauce

- Dusting of Parmesan Cheese

(1) Slice of Cheesy Garlic Bread

Supper

(1) Scoop/Laddle of Hamburger Helper: Ultimate Philly Cheesesteak

(1) Small Pillsbury Buttermilk Biscuit

(1) Glass of Milk

WEDNESDAY

Lunch

Small Plate of Leftover Spaghetti and Meat Sauce

- Dusting of Parmesan Cheese

(1) Small Pillsbury Buttermilk Biscuit

(1) Glass of Milk

Snack

(4) Slices of Summer Sausage

(2) Slices of Colby Jack Cheese

(2) Slices of Pepper Jack Cheese

Supper

Small Plate of Leftover Hamburger Helper: Ultimate Philly Cheesesteak

(1) Small Pillsbury Buttermilk Biscuit

(1) Glass of Milk

Workouts:

SUNDAY

20 min Rebecca Louise YouTube Arm Workout (meh, but arms did burn)

(100) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 25]

(100) Squats [4 sets of 25]

(100) Sit-Ups [2 sets of 25; 2 sets 20; 1 set 10]

(50) Push-Ups [5 sets of 10]

MONDAY

(Hard 100) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 25]

(100) Squats [4 sets of 25]

(100) Sit-Ups [4 sets of 20; 2 sets 10]

(50) Push-Ups [5 sets of 10]

TUESDAY

(Hard 100) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 25]

(100) Squats [4 sets of 25]

(50) Push-Ups [5 sets of 10]

(25) Assisted Push-Ups [1 set]

WEDNESDAY

(Hard 100) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 25]

(100) Squats [4 sets of 25]

(50) Push-Ups [5 sets of 10]

(50) Assisted Push-Ups [2 sets of 25]

WEIGHT TRACKER:

Starting Weight (Noon, 1/01/2023): XXX.X lbs

(yeah, Imma just keep that number a secret until I am ready)

Weight as of Noon, 1/04/2023: - 6 lbs

Total Weight Loss: - 6 lbs

Closing Thoughts:

The Good:

No Cravings

Do Not Miss "Junk Food" or Take-Out

Loss 6 lbs. not too shabby

The Bad:

Having to stay up late to finish workouts

Need to get groceries / meal plan better

The Ugly:

I am exhausted - just want to sleep in and nap all day

#52 in 23

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female-malice · 2 years ago

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If switching from milk to soy milk too quickly can fuck you up years later then maybe animal products are a bit more important than you're making them out to be. If veganism is so healthy, it would be no problem to switch over instantly. I wasn't eating too little, the only time I lost weight was the first year when I was still figuring things out. Not eating candy is not having a bad relationship with food, I had a bad relationship with food when I struggled with sugar addiction and eating junk food, which I resolved before I even went vegan. I understand that most people think sugar is only harmful if you eat it to excess, but I can't limit myself when I'm craving sugar and not eating it in deserts (fruit, carbs, etc. are all fine though) is the only way to avoid cravings.

I obviously did not start escalating my iron intake or over using iron supplements until after I was anemic and I started getting desperate, why would you assume that I was just randomly drinking extra iron for no reason? Is it so hard to believe that I might have issues absorbing non heme iron, the type of iron that is known for being more difficult to absorb? You don't have to nitpick everything I say. I was vegan, I know it's easier to say that everyone who fails at veganism is doing something wrong than to acknowledge that it's not for everyone. It's also very easy to give into survivorship bias, to point to all the vegans who have been vegan for a long time and are healthy, as if they'd still be vegan if their health flagged.

Veganism is not a diet optimized for health. If you have to supplement anything because your diet is lacking, your diet is not based on health, your diet can't even fulfill your body's basic requirements. No, veganism is not a diet of the body, it was not designed based on research to find the optimal diet. Veganism is a diet of the mind. Many people go vegan because they care about animals, or the environment, they don't say that veganism is healthy because it's true, they say veganism is healthy because they want it to be true. I remember lying to people in the name of veganism. Motive overrides logic because it must, because if I was honest with myself, I would have stopped being vegan long before I quit.

I never said switching from dairy to soy quickly is unhealthy. I said you're supposed to replace one food product at a time. First dairy. Then eggs. Then beef. Then chicken and poultry. Then fish.

You're not supposed to change your diet completely to a bunch of new foods all at once. That's true regardless of what kind of change you're making. The reason you're supposed to do gradual change is to check for allergies and bad reactions to new foods.

You have a strange relationship with food. So I understand this anti-vegan rant is your special thing that you like to engage in. But lying about veganism is just a weird look, honestly. You claim there are no health benefits for anyone when that's easy to prove false. So next time you dump your anti-vegan rant in someone's inbox, be more strategic about your approach.

If you want to spend your time campaigning for people to eat meat, enjoy a future with no functioning antibiotics. Cheers.

#cc

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lilmissmealskipper · 1 month ago

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skimming menu for vegan/vegetarian/GF/meatless options

being the last one eating in a group

only drinking water or black coffee (sometimes treat with a lavender latte 🤍)

walking everywhere

excited for term: less time worrying about food- the day flies by so fast, therefore skinnier quicker (my thought, don’t take it to heart !)

intENSE sugar and salt cravings, especially when stressed.

bummed when family dinners consist of meat, despite family knowing your dietary choices. feeling disrespected, but also don’t want to be a burden. i usually pair it with a salad or leave leftovers.

feeling so gross after not physically moving. feeling shitty about self for not sleeping, knowing there’s lost opportunity for the body to repair, to help with metabolism. attributing lack of movement, of sleep, of water consumption, to self-harm. loop hole, because mental state goes to shambles for days.

changing outfits when stomach’s bloated.

knowing im being mean to my younger self- ive never really been nice to myself after a certain age, so its hard to remember that sweet girl. but ik she’s there, and she went through some stuff that made her lose herself, but its okay, we’re trying to pick up the pieces 🤍

these bullet points represent some of the many thought loops I go through. especially once im thinking of rn/as of lately. i developed this mindset when I was SO young, so its dear to me, its a huge part of who i am. its challenging to break this cycle, to recognize the root and completely dismantle it to form new core emotions. but with outside sources, ive gradually built a new foundation to recognize these thoughts, to understand their purpose, to accept them as thoughts and to move on. to stop judging because they exist and want to be heard, just as my growing thoughts of self-acceptance want to be uncovered.

#3d #@na #@na motivation #tw 3d vent #@na buddy #3d not sheeran #3d vent #girlblogging #tw ana bløg #affirmations

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telltalesonline · 6 months ago

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What Does Hailey Bieber Eat? Her Diet Explained

Renowned for her glowing skin and effortless clean girl aesthetic, Hailey Bieber is a true beauty icon.

But what you might not realize is that this model and socialite is also a self-professed foodie with a personalized approach to nutrition, favoring a blood type diet that mostly focuses on meat-free meals packed with protein and plant-based goodness.

As a wifey and soon to be baby mama to Justin Bieber, Hailey works hard to nourish her body yet doesn’t shy away from the occasional cheat meal when the carbs and sugar cravings kick in!

So, what does Hailey Bieber eat? How does this beauty queen maintain her flawless complexion and enviable physique?

From her go-to healthy staples to her occasional cheat meals, we’re giving you a complete breakdown of what Hailey Bieber eats in a day.

Breakfast

Despite her crazy schedule, Hailey prioritizes a nutritious breakfast, often starting her mornings with a nutrient-dense avocado.

Okay, so choc chip pancakes might sound like a heart attack on a plate, but believe it or not, Hailey’s go-to recipe is surprisingly healthy! In her What’s In My Kitchen YouTube series, she reveals her secret: all organic ingredients, a protein powder boost, no added sugar, and a topping of banana and coconut cream for an almost guilt-free indulgence. Yum!

Oh, and there’s one more thing…

Coffee (obviously!)

When she’s not reaching for her infamous grab and go chocolate coffee protein shake, Hailey loves to get her caffeine boost from an almond milk cappuccino. De-lish!

Lunch

In a cooking video during lockdown, Hailey shared how she and Justin started their gluten-free journey together after he was diagnosed with a gluten allergy. She even mentioned that she now prefers gluten-free pasta, finding it easier on her stomach.

Hailey has also spoken about how Justin’s diagnosis of Lyme Disease in 2020 changed her approach to food. Talking exclusively to People Magazine, she explained that the couple started eating “very clean” after Justin got ill.

Since then, Hailey’s been spotted whipping up all sorts of healthy lunches, like her super easy pesto kelp noodle dish with garlic and parm. Full of antioxidants and essential vitamins, it’s both insanely nourishing and totally tasty!

Continue reading at Tell Tales Online.

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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earned it [02]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. mentions of murder, suggestive content, unedited fic

notes. err, i’m only doing this on impulse. i would like to continue it, but i think part one stands enough for itself :> i might delete this if i don’t like it a few days later lollll

series masterlist

Your infamous customer hadn’t arrived even as the restaurant closed. You watched close enough, fidgety in your movements and often bumping into other servers, all because your gaze kept darting back to the front door, awaiting his presence.

There’s no actual reason why you want to see him. Maybe it’s because he left an impression? The guy didn’t even budge after finding out someone had snuck into the kitchen to poison him, leaving you to wonder why anyone wanted to kill him. Not that it was any of your business, but you figured it was only common between powerful people who are equally greedy. Still, you’re unfocussed in your work, apologizing every now and then when your boss shook their head at you.

Thankfully, you managed to get back to your old pace. Thoughts of the white-haired tall man left the room at the same time everyone did, leaving only you and your boss in the locker room. You ended up working two shifts again on this weekend, your co-worker asking you to cover for them due to sudden family issues.

It’s tiring, that much is for sure, but you won’t complain when it’s more money down in your pocket. You’re dazzled, however, as you leave the locker room and see that your main chefs are still there.

Upon seeing you, they immediately usher you into a lone table, table 98 that remained untouched the whole night, a two lit candles illuminating the otherwise darkness of the isolated restaurant. Only this time, it’s occupied by him no less, his azure eyes flittering up to yours at the sound of your hesitant footsteps.

You’ve been looking for him the whole night, yet now that he’s in front of you, you don’t have any words to say. Instead, you bow down deep, the hands clasped in your lap shaking.

“S-Sir.”

“No need to be so nervous. I only wish to discuss something with you,” his laugh is so carefree, lighthearted as he gestures to the empty spot across him. “Take a seat,” Wordlessly, you foolow his orders and dash down to the seat, spine straight and head held high. There’s a hint of amusement in his small smile, but he doesn’t tease you, save for the lilting tone he held. “So you’re in sophomore year of university?”

“Yes, Sir. How’d you know?” You furrowed your brows, unsure of whether you’re supposed to expensive meal served in two.

Gosh, and this was on page three too, a single meal cost at least six months’ worth of rent.

“I pulled a string or two,” he lifts one shoulder lazily, waving his knife in the air. “And please, call me Satoru. Assuming we come to an understanding, things will go well for the both of us. You are in need of financial aid, yes?” You nod, utterly clueless in where this is leading, but Satoru’s already made up his mind long before he came here that he found no need in beating around the bush.

“Good. Then what do you say about being my sugar baby?”

“S-sugar baby?” you repeat the word first in confusion, then with distaste. He simply hums around the meat he’s eating, as if it’s a normal occurrence for him to inquire such things, and you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest.

You don’t care that this guy is your precious customer – he was just the same as everyone else.

“Is that the reason why you asked me to stay behind? Do you think you can just pay people to sleep with you? It may have worked on others, but not to me. I would rather keep my dignity than be with you,” you breathe hard after your rant, slapping your palms down on the table. The impact of it makes the table shake, his hand reflexively reaching to steady his wine glass. “As for what happened yesterday, you don’t have to thank me about it. I did what any right-minded person would.”

“And if I said I never wanted to be saved?” he asks, his tone still so calm that it further infuriates you. You stare at him, stunned and mouth gaping. “Sit down. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Thank you for graciousness, Sir, but I really don’t—”

“Angel,” You freeze at the nickname. He chuckles with his forehead pressed to his clasped hands, “Do you really think I need to pay people to sleep with me? I could have anyone I want,” his voice falls an octave or two, the sonorous warning rumbling something…alien inside your body. You stand there, unable to move, and he easily sees through this as he hides a smirk behind his drink. “Sit down. I’m not done talking to you.”

You don’t know what snapped in you to actually follow, but his words weren’t just that. They were always laced with eased dominance, the words leaving his lips coming out as a command. No, it was more like a hypnotizing order, and you’re nothing but a puppet enslaved by it.

His smile only grows bigger, and you hate that he looks ridiculously handsome under the dim lights of the room. Life would’ve been much easier if this man had been ugly.

“As I was saying, this relationship should be casual, no strings attached. I’d prefer if you’re exclusive to me, and in return, I’ll cover all your school fees and everything else. As for the sex,” he cuts his eyes straight to yours, an intense burning heat in them. You squirm in your seat, a little intimidated, albeit excited, by this proposition too, though you’d rather die than let him know that, “I don’t need that from you. I just want someone to talk to.”

“You’re paying me to talk to you?”

“No,” he chuckles, “I’m saying you form a relationship with me in exchange of financial aid. You’d be similar to a lover, nothing less of a friend,” he stares at his drink so hard like he was having a debate with it. A few seconds later, he found his answer, the gleam in his eyes surreptitious as he says, “Someone I can trust.”

You huff. Surely it wasn’t easy as that. “Why me?”

“No reason,” he shrugged, “I just find you endearing, that is all,” You lean back on your seat, trying to process all this. The hesitance must be written all over your face because he adjusts his tie, sliding a white business card your way before sliding his chair back in. At least he’s well-mannered enough to do that. “You can take your time to think about it. There’s no need to rush.”

Somehow, seeing his figure retreat triggers something within you. You watch as silhouettes emerge from the darkness trail after him; must be his security team, serving as an additional note that what you so struggled to achieve was likely nothing for him.

Was it fear? Desperation? Shame?

You don’t know, you won’t ever really know, but you run up to him anyway, brave enough to tug at his sleeve. The guards surrounding him tense up at the contact, stepping away only when he raises a finger that spoke a thousand words.

“You-you’ll pay for everything?”

With his back turned to you, you failed to see that victorious grin he wore. “And everything more,” he reassured. He turns around to confirm your submission, but you’re quivering under his towering frame, poor hands clutched around the card so tightly he won’t be surprised if you break it. He chuckles, coaxing the worries out of you as he caresses your cheek, his breath evident of expensive liquor hitting your cheeks. “Relax, angel. It’s not like you’re selling your soul to the devil.”

Your pupils blow wide at the close proximity. If he was attractive before, it’s nothing compared to the clarity of his sharp, angular features that are softened by his playful smile. Oddly enough, his thumb caressing your cheeks is tender yet calloused.

There’s no telling when who put who under a spell, because you’re clutching helplessly at his suit jacket, whispering, “Am I not?”

You are, he wants to say, but you’re so innocent, so vulnerable – such an angel, he can’t help but hum in his head – that he doesn’t have the heart to let you know. He already knew things were bound to fall out of place one another, but until that hasn’t happened yet, he’ll have to keep you close. He’ll make you his.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he declares so confidently that you couldn’t even question his capability to do so you, and for a moment, just a moment, your knees weaken under his stare. “Now that, I can promise.”

Should you have pulled away then? When he leaned down to seal the contract with a kiss, should you have pulled away then? Or better yet, could you even pull away then?

You’ve been so alone your whole life that each moment with him is awakening, soul-crushing, mind-shattering and so damn weakening that you should’ve pulled away then. If anyone were to tell you you’d share your first kiss after work hours with a man whose name you don’t even know of, you’d tell them they were crazy, crazier if they claimed you would enjoy it.

But you did. Oh, you did, you were addicted to him – his taste, his scent, his touch, everything about him – that when he pulled away, taking away every last breath in your lung that formerly remained taint-free by him, you’re left wanting. Craving.

And he knows this. How could he not? Your eyes are hazy with lust, chest pressed against his firm ones that would soon be the same body you found home over and over again. You’re not the only left intoxicated from this sudden agreement. Whatever you feel, he feels it twice as much after years of watching you from the sidelines, asking himself a million times over what it is about you that pulled him in so much in the first place.

The innocence? The dedication? The youthful naivety?

Gojo wants to laugh at himself. It was never any of those – he simply wanted to fool himself that maybe he’s worthy of this, of your love, of your purity. He’s selfish, manipulative, heartless, and he wants nothing more than someone like you to make him feel like he’s everything he’s not.

He steps forward to brush his nose against yours; breathing in the tiny gasps you reward him with. And he’s barely even touched you.

“I look forward to our next meeting,” he rasps, butterfly touches all the way down your back to hold you flush against him, letting you feel that he’s all muscle and hardness, while you’re the complete opposite, composed of softness and little ghosting kisses. Perhaps when he gives you by a name, he was right to call you – “My Angel.”

The loud blaring of your alarm cuts through the silence of the room, its shrill sound piercing your ears. You groan, blindly patting the bedside table to swipe snooze. The spot next to you has been cold for a while now, but it’s normal for Satoru to leave early for work that you burrow yourself deeper in the covers. Five more minutes of sleep shouldn’t be so bad; it’s the weekend, anyway. You’ve got nothing else to do.

Waking up after that, on the other hand, now that is an impending task on itself.

You’re beyond sore, your inner thighs littered with handprints and your shoulder covered in love bites. “Jeez,” you mutter to yourself, stepping out of the bathroom. Tying your robe around you, you go out your shared bedroom, rubbing your eyes to get the sleep out.

It’s past noon already – Satoru really wore you out. And fuck, you could barely walk. You had to grip the counters just to sit on the stools, and even then, you’re wincing from the pain.

He should be doing paperwork in his office right now or something; he never really told you what to do. You don’t feel like asking either since he’s made it clear he prefers to keep his personal life, well…personal. But nevertheless, you swing your legs back and forth on the stool, texting him a quick I love you baby :)

Satoru doesn’t reply.

Usually, he’d respond in a few minutes, always supplied with a wink and an eggplant emoji. It was so him to act this way, that when those few minutes turned into a few hours and you’re met with radio silence, you can’t help but worry.

You try to brush it off, ignoring the deafening silence that rings all over his penthouse. He’s busy, he’s working, he’s got things to do – that’s all it is.

You convince yourself hard enough that you’ve cleaned the place until it’s sparkling, your reflection bouncing off the black marble floors. Every minute, though, your mind would race back to him. Not thinking about him proved to be a really daunting task because you think of him when you’re eating, reminiscing the way he’d always surprise you with a back hug, muttering morning angel all over your skin just to distract you from your meal. You think of him as you’re killing time with boring dramas; if he was here, he’d nudge your leg with his foot, pushing your shorts until it exposes your panties. He’d make sure you don’t get to focus at all, riling you up and kissing you hard that the show playing becomes nothing but background noise. You think of him, you dream of him, you remember him – and yet, you can’t feel him.

Nails bitten down to the skin, you scramble for your phone, swiping call over his contact. It doesn’t go through. Now that’s another odd thing; Satoru never fails to pick up your calls.

“He’s just busy,” you lie to yourself, telling the same thing over and over again even as night falls and you’re staring at the empty left side of the bed, hands smoothing over where the curve of his body would’ve been. “He’s just busy,” you say once more, giving into the exhaustion brought on by your worries. “He’ll come home soon. He always will.”

Except he didn’t.

And that was two weeks ago.

“Angel, I got you—” Satoru immediately clamps his shut, his footsteps muted as he walks closer to you. You’ve been dating for a few months now, and you’re still very wary of the nature of your relationship so you refuse to move in with him. He doesn’t mind, he respects your space and decisions, but now he’s starting to regret letting you have your way. You’re hunched over your swiveling chair, cheek pressed against the opened textbook and glasses perched on your hair. The lamp desk illuminates the dark circles lining your eyes, his heart breaking at the sight.

Thanks to his help, you’ve been able to spend more time focusing on your studies. It should be comforting, but Satoru’s heart aches as he thinks of what you’ve been like prior to meeting him.

How long have you stayed up all night just to pass your exams? How long have you cried yourself to sleep, unable to handle the burden placed by the world on your shoulders at such a young age? How long have you had to turn down friends’ invites to parties with a forced smile because you had to go to work? How many times have you stared at a failing mark, teeth clenched because you studied well for it; your exhaustion just got the best of you and muddled your brain?

Satoru places the beer and dinner he’s got you on his way back home on top of your one-man dining table, pressing a kiss at the top of your head. You look so beautiful this way – unaware, unknowing, and focused in nothing but the future ahead of you that you don’t bother yourself with his past.

Perhaps…it was comforting, after all.

He’d rather have you worry over your own studies than worry about him. Satoru can’t stomach the idea of you – his precious angel – being involved in his own shit, possibly get caught between the crossfire. It pains him to say it, but he doesn’t want you getting too close for comfort.

So he stays there by your side, simply because it would expel all ideas of you wanting to be beside him. He’ll be right where you’re safe, and the sigh that leaves your lips when he moves you to your bed, fitting in his long, lanky bed on your cramped mattress an immense struggle. As if feeling that you’re finally home, you snuggle closer to his chest, murmuring sweet nothings that tug at his heartstrings.

Satoru rubs circles at your back, staring so hard at the chipped paint on your wall that he’s sure he’s got it burned in his memory.

Now that he thinks about it, he should’ve been satisfied with that. He should’ve held back in his desire to have more of you. He should’ve just tucked you in and left, but he was never really in control of himself. Before he knew it, he’s pulled in by you too much, encouraging him to move in with you under the lie it’s easier to keep an eye on you.

Had he just left you earlier…would things have been different then?

He’s asked himself this question too many times. Satoru always came to one conclusion. He loved you way too much that it consumed him, and soon the love he held for you slowly burned you inch by inch. The only way to save you was to pull away – but he wasn’t ready for that yet, not now – but he’s too scared, too deep in love that he ignores the warning signals and holds you close instead, finding comfort in the warmth of your arms.

Fuck. Satoru downs his second drink, glaring at everyone beneath his shades. Geto snickers beside him, sending side eyes to his boss every now and then just to check. Of course, Satoru’s not actually going to pass out, he was no lightweight, but he’d been uneasy every since that pretentious gold envelope landed on his desk.

One of the downsides of being a mafia leader meant you had to mingle with other clan shit, including him of all people. There were always new leaders popping out of nowhere, Satoru quote unquoting, criminals be spawning like maniacs.

For fourteen years – fourteen fucking years – his clan had been in bad blood with the Zen’ins. They were pretty new in the illegal side of business, starting off as a powerful name in the trade industry before they got interested in oil. One thing led to another, the family began to realize they could have so much more if they turned a blind eye to a law or to, soon shifting into illegal weaponry trade, human trafficking, then drug manufacturing.

These bastards had the audacity to insult the Gojo Clan when Satoru’s family dropped by to strike a contract out of curiosity to their goods, only to be turned down because they’re ‘barbaric’ and ‘informal.’

Satoru still remembers that humiliating moment of being escorted out by bodyguards, but he held his head high, vowing to show that bastard Zen’in guy that the Gojo’s were one of the powerhouses for a reason. He doesn’t even know where the elderly guy got his confidence from. Mafia business was not the same as their former expertise, yet they acted all high and mighty with their rules and standard of being sophisticated even in a life or death situation.

Gojo doesn’t know whether he should be happy or sad that the old man died, his son taking over just as soon as his father perished. He would’ve celebrated with a whiskey or two, except the new clan leader was quite adamant in cleaning up their name to prove he would not create the same mistake his father did.

The new leader threw a large cruise party, inviting pretty much everyone they were chummy with, and Satoru has never felt more out of place. He recognized a face or two, but he couldn’t really give a fuck. He hated events like this – it was all about establishing power and face.

Satoru groaned under his breath, swiping at another flute as a waiter passed by. He felt the bubbles fizzle down his throat, the slight burning sensation somewhat easing his nerves.

He leans back at the wall and checks his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. It’s been two fucking hours since they arrived, and the host still hadn’t arrived. If they planned on being ‘fashionably late’ Satoru won’t hesitate to slice someone’s neck tonight. He hates his time being wasted the most, and his eyes slid over to his friend’s still posture, looking like he just saw a ghost.

“Suguru,” he sighs through his mouth, “Don’t be so tense. This is a formal event – no blood will be shed tonight.” Suguru had a weird skill of being able to read Satoru’s thoughts that he raised his hands in surrender, silently promising that he’s not going to kill anyone.

“You’re not sure of that.”

“I won’t lose my composure, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he rolls his eyes, not looking back as he effortlessly places the empty glass back to another waiter. Satoru stands next to his friend, sucking his teeth out of boredom. Suguru, on the other hand, is tenser than ever, his eyes locked onto something in the middle of the crowd that began to cheer.

Faintly, somewhere at the back of his mind, Satoru hears someone whistle in signal. A few seconds later, the fireworks are lit and decorate the night sky, bursts of gold and beauty accompanying the entrance of the woman who’s so effortlessly caught everyone’s eye tonight.

Satoru is rooted to his spot, taking off his glasses the same time the crowd parts. Then, his breath is knocked away from his body, his heart pumping so hard he actually struggled to breathe.

Because you’re there, smiling and waving at the crowd as if it’s second nature to you. Seven years of being apart from one another and Satoru is still bewitched each time he lays his eyes on you. You’re the same…from your face down to the angelic feeling you always carried, but at the same time, you’re different. Gone was his precious angel who shied away from too much attention, his precious angel who would’ve never worn such a bodacious ring embedded on her left ring finger. Your smile is more charismatic, confident, and even fierce compared to the small, private ones you always shared with him – he almost couldn’t recognize you.

As if feeling someone’s eyes on you, you spot him leaning languidly against the walls, those lips you used to kiss turned downwards.

Seven years ago, you would’ve kissed him until he smiles again, singing to your pouty and clingy boyfriend who never voiced out the reason of his troubles. Seven years ago, he would’ve carried you and swung you around, showering you with affection as he reminds you how lucky he is to have you.

But this was no longer the past – that much is clear from when he left you without another word.

Still, you smile at him, an empty one that showed nothing but concealed anger. He was sure though, so fucking sure, that for a split second, he saw you light up. That may have been seven years ago, but you loved each other to the point of insanity – surely you still held some sort of fondness of him.

Satoru takes long, self-assured stride towards you, his gaze never leaving yours with his hands tucked into his pockets. There’s no telling what he’ll do, but in his mind, it’s clear.

You still love him, he still loves you. He’ll do something about it. It doesn’t matter what, he just will. That was until a young man closer to your age with blond hair and pierced earrings, narrow feline eyes lined with eyeliner hobbles beside you, his weight supported by a cane that Satoru stops in his movements.

He’d recognize that face anywhere.

The youngest and perhaps most mischievous leader of them all, Naoya Zen’in. Albeit not as hard-headed as his father in comparison with his rather laid-back and welcoming nature, Satoru knows a monster when he sees it. It takes one to know one, after all, and despite the heir being crippled from a former accident, his intelligence and power was not to be overlooked through his appearance and coy smiles.

In fact, he might even be more dangerous than his old man, this theory only proven when his arms snake around your waist. The matching rings gleam from under the light, and you press yourself closer to him to whisper in his ear, your attention very much still on Satoru.

Satoru’s entire body burns.

“Still there, Sir?” Suguru asks, gripping his boss’ bicep to hold him back. Smart of him, Satoru exhales through his nose, unable to stop his glare from darting to your husband’s.

He’s heard of you, of him, of how his most annoying rival had a phenomenal trophy wife who looked harmless at first look, but was actually the brains of most of his operations. Satoru forgets how to breathe normally because he’s heard of you, and the rumors he’s gotten wind of about Naoya’s trophy wife are nothing less of how dedicated and perfect the two of you are.

Slapping Suguru’s arm away from him, Satoru grits his teeth. “Get me a drink.”

His precious angel was gone. No, this woman that stood before him…you were an entirely different entity, something darker, something along the lines that were more like him.

What exactly happened the day he left you?

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han-shinsuke · 3 years ago

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c h i f u y u m a t s u n o

🔞🌹 smut

“I am aware,” you tell him your overused line before shutting the main door of the house you shared with him and with your two other friends. Chifuyu smirks at you then shoved the reusable bag that contains canned beer and processed meats.

He jogs towards the stairs and reminds you to prepare for the dinner date later. Matsuno invites a female friend, that’s according to him, is a possible candidate to be his new girlfriend. “You don’t stand a chance, Y/N.” He knows you have a crush on him and ever since he learnt about it, Chifuyu would always teases you. You get used to his rude playfulness so it doesn’t bothers you that much.

The night has come. Chifuyu’s date has arrived, looking so elegantly beautiful. You step aside as she enters the house. Your friend and Baji Keisuke both gives you a look. You just shrug your shoulders.

You mouthed, “I’m fine. He always does this.”

You prepare their table in the lanai, light the scented candles then left them to get to know each other more.

Keisuke gives you a beer and the three of you have your night as planned. Your friend drags Baji upstairs. They’re both drunk. And you, you are still you. Half-drunk, still on your right mind to clean the mess on top of the kitchen counter.

A car engine revved from outside. It’s Chifuyu’s ride. The lovebirds are heading to their nest, that’s for sure.

You gather their soiled dishes and put everything back to its place. You bring out your suitcase, check your friends in their room and kiss them goodbye. They are aware of your plan, as well as Chifuyu. You’re not going to disappear, just need to move out to a new place since your parents has transferred you to another University.

On your way to the bus stop, you come across with his speeding car, you wave a hand at him but he didn’t stop.

Chifuyu doesn’t really care.

••••

A sem has passed by so fast. You receive a text from Keisuke, asking you to pay them a visit. You agree, packing only the essentials, you travel almost two hours from your new apartment.

You were surprised when it’s him who opened the door for you. You ask for Keisuke and your friend and he tells they are out, buying some foods and we’ll be back immediately.

You act casually as you should in front of him, politely ask about his day and some random things. He responds to you with clear answers. What you like about him the most is that he never sugar-coat his words.

“May I use the restroom?” you are no longer living with them so it is just right to ask for his permission, “of course.” he grants you his approval.

You walk pass by the lanai, noticing that the plants you used to water has bloomed.

“Y/N,” he holds you by the hand and makes you face him. “How are you?” your heart thumps violently, he was looking straight to your eyes, and those pair of orbs alone is enough to make it hard for you to breathe.

You are still under his enchantment. You still like him but he can’t reciprocates your feelings. You are always honest to him. So, you tell him the truth. That it is still him.

“Don’t worry, Chifuyu, I’m not that desperate to get you.” you say with a smile.

The smile that gives him courage to corner you against the wall. He occupies too much of your personal space so you end up pressing your hands on his chest. Matsuno tilts your face up using his right hand. No words. No warning. He goes for it. Catching your lips with his. With just a soft press of his mouth on yours, you are willing to give more than a kiss if he asks.

He moves slowly against your lips, making you crave for more. At first, you were not moving in sync with him. He couldn’t blame you, you lack in practice and experience.

“Matsuno—” a temporary space for you to catch your breath. He holds your face firmly and kisses you again, as if on instinct and your growing familiarity with his kiss, you manage to mimick him well, swipe your tongue against his bottom lip after he does his move. Chifuyu groans in your mouth then snaked his other arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, “hold tightly.”

You follow his order, clinging possessively on his neck as he gives you the signal to jump on him. He gropes your buttocks when the hem of your dress hikes up above the flesh of your hips.

“Matsuno–what the fuck are we doing?” you whisper when the kiss stops for seconds. He walks to the center of the living, carrying you as he nuzzles his nose on your neck. Your body thuds on his lap when he sits on the couch with so much eagerness to touch you.

Chifuyu chases your lips, sucking both flesh in his mouth, the kiss feels rough but there is passion with every glides. You let out a long moan when he runs his sweet tongue on your neck, “we fucking call this intimacy, Y/N.” he responds to your question before cupping your breasts under your dress.

His moans sounds appealing to you so you didn’t bother stopping him from going further and further until his fingers finds your throbbing folds, sliding a finger between the gash, feeling your warm wetness.

“You’re hard, Matsuno,” obviously, he is. You wetting his fingers voluntarily, grinding your folds against his growing bulge. He would be needing a lot of help to jerk off.

“Can you ride my bulge?” you blush from his request so he cups your cheeks, kissing you gently.

“I’ve seen numerous adult films, so yeah, I believe I can.” you prod your knees on the couch, elevating your lower part to remove your undies with Chifuyu’s help. He drops the thin cloth beside him, guiding you down after smearing your wetness all over your inner thighs. Your own dampness gleams under his gaze and he can’t stop licking his bottom lip as he watches you lower your body to his rock hard tent.

Loud gasps passes through your lips when Chifuyu presses his thumb on your clitx, slowly guiding you up and down his crotch.

You find comfort under his jaw as you move really slow. Chifuyu whispers to your ear to hug him tightly, you whisper back a yes then proceed hugging him.

“Go fast, Y/N... bounce on me hard.” you nod your head, thoughts in state of succumbing to great heat. He withdrawn his thumb from rubbing circles on your clitx to guide your round and fleshy buttocks. You feel your body rocking him fast, grinding him, drenching his jeans with your thick juice.

“Matsun–aaahhh~” more thick juice gushes out from your core, marking Chifuyu’s jeans with the evidence of your orgasm.

His head falls down on top of the backrest of the couch, lips gasping for air as he continues slamming your hips down his clothed sex.

Your toes curls and the heat rises from there up to your core. You orgasm while grinding your sensitive folds against the roughness of the fabric of his jeans.

You drool on his shoulder, body shaking terribly from your first and real intimate experience with Chifuyu.

Matsuno pants in your ear, nipping the skin behind your ear as he shoots his thick jizz inside his boxer, missing the hole its supposed to fill.

You hug him even tighter when he caresses your back as if it is his way to calm your nerves.

You remove yourself from his lap and reach for your underwear lying on his other side.

But, he stops you,

“I will help you wear this.” he says.

You stand in front of him, knees clearly shaking from your not-so-far orgasm experience.

“t–thanks...” you blush when he successfully put you back on your undies. “I will tell no one, Chifuyu.” you assure him.

He lays his back on the couch and eyes you from head to toe.

“Let’s date, Y/N.” he starts, grinning widely. “Let’s see if we're compatible.”

Your hope springs up as you say, “thank you for giving me a chance, Matsuno!”

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midnightmoonkiss · 5 years ago

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The Lure Of Nightfall [2]

Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: After accidentally flying in on your best friend jerkin his meat to the thought of you, things get out of hand, and you’re thrown into a weekly routine.

WARNINGS!: Voyeurism, Masturbation

Category: Smut, Smut, Pure Smut.

Word Count: 8.7k+

A/N: You all wanted this! >.< I hope I delivered~

Just To Clarify:

This is a continuation!

panties are a bitch.

Part One

Tag List: @zylith-imagines-and-fics @birds-have-teeth @my-bnha-things.

The morning after carried on just as any Sunday would have.

Izuku woke up refreshed and ready to start his daily work out.

The strange bird encounter completely slipped his mind as he ran laps, pushing his legs to run faster and faster with each completed circle.

He was always one to push his limits, always one to ignore the burning in his calves and thighs as his legs became a blur of motion beneath him.

All he could think about was how many laps he had run, and how many more he had to go.

You could only ever push yourself so far. He learned that lesson the hard way not too long ago when he didnt stop running until his legs gave out and a student had to come and get him.

His legs were practically dead weight for the following few hours.

Sighing at the memory, he went on, arm coming up to wipe the sweat from his brow.

It was 9:00AM when he finally finished his workout routine, a little later than he was used to. But who could blame him? He did go to bed later than his schedule recommended, after all.

But..

That wasn’t..

His fault..

He frantically shook his head, scarred palms slapping his redding cheeks as what got him so riled up in the first place flickered through his mind.

He did not need to have such thoughts at this moment.

Heading back to his dorm, he grabbed his shampoo and body wash, as well as a fresh change of clothes before skipping down the steps. He felt gross and sticky with sweat, and he couldn’t wait to feel the rush of water against his skin.

Oh!No one’s here!

He thought happily as he practically skipped into the bathroom, putting his clothes in the locker beside the shower stall he chose.

He hopped into the shower, not bothering to turn the heat on as cold showers always seemed to snap him out of any dirty thoughts. Plus, not only did they help make someone more alert after an intense workout, the cool water always left a heated body feeling much better.

Once done, he quickly dried off and changed, making his way to the sinks to brush and fully dry his thick, damp hair.

Such fluffy hair regrettably required a stay-in conditioner, or else it would look simply dreadful - frizzy hair galore. No one, especially him, wants that. Though it took away that masculine scent of body wash guys apparently are supposed to thrive in, it did make him smell pretty sweet. It all fit together perfectly in a way. Sugar n’ spice made everything nice, right?

As he was spraying the stay-in conditioner, running a wooden comb through the damp, curly green locks, he let his mind wander.

He forgot something, didn’t he?

It felt like he did.

He chewed his pouty bottom lip, eyes narrowing as he let his arms run on autopilot so his thoughts could drift.

He wasn’t usually so forgetful, so what on Earth was he forgetting?

Something the other day, surely.

He didn’t have anything planned today.

Just relax and enjoy life for a second. They didn’t get breaks often, and last Sunday he was at the mall all day with you and his friend group.

You..

What about you?

He felt like you were the key to his confusion and forgetfulness, but why?

He hadn’t had an interaction with you yesterday that would require his immediate attention, so-

Wait.

His movements stopped as he stared wide-eyed at his reflection in the mirror.

Most birds sleep at night, that was common knowledge.

So why the hell was there one on his balcony so late last night.

He dropped his comb, wood clanging loudly onto the floor, the noise echoing around his suddenly deaf ears.

Birds don’t nuzzle fingers.

Birds fly away when a human approaches.

That wasn’t any ordinary bird.

That wasn’t a bird at all, was it?

No.

There was only one person who could turn into a bird..

And that person was..

You.

Oh god.. Oh god, no!

Izuku collapses to his knees, arms wrapping securely around his head as he blushes and whines like a mad man.

You saw him! You had to have seen him!

He was!

He was naked-!

You didn’t… you didn’t see and hear him in the act, right!?

He shakily inhaled, shameful tears blurring his vision.

You heard him moan out your name, didnt you!

You must hate him now! Think he’s disgusting..

What type of person masturbates to their best friend!

But he couldn’t help it!

He’s been in love with you for so long..

He knew his dreams would never come to fruition, that you would never like him as much as he liked you, so he took to his mind to live out a life he’s always wanted.

One his body so desperately craves.

It was so humiliating!

How could he face you..?

Fat tears streamed down his face, heart breaking at the thought of you never speaking to him again. His mind fled to a dark place, completely ignoring the fact that the bird had been so gentle with him and seemingly uncaring.

So, imagine his surprise when you happily greeted him at one of the tables as he walked out of the bathroom for water.

Upon seeing his tear stained face, worry quickly consumed you, face contorting as you jumped up and rushed over to him.

“Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong, ‘Zuku? You were crying?”

You bombarded him with questions, hands coming up to delicately cradle his burning face between them.

His head felt fuzzy as he stared into your (E/C) eyes glimmering with concern.

A whimper built up in the back of his throat, fearful that you’d still leave him.

But why were you acting like last night never happened? That you didnt watch him defile your name?

Well, to be honest, you currently clung onto the hope that he never realized it was you. He wasn’t acting angry or upset like you’d expect him to if he did find out, so it was obvious you were in the clear.

Except, you weren’t. And he did know.

He just didn’t know why, why you were there or why you watched him. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel as creeped out about as he probably should have, it was like there was a small bell of honor ringing in his chest.

All in all, he figured you wanted to hang out, that’s why you were there in the first place.

But he wanted to know why you watched him - why you didn’t leave the moment you no-doubt saw him pleasuring himself.

God, he felt stupid.

He should have paid more attention to the time he chose, you always came to his dorm around that time during the weekend!

He wanted to facepalm, hide his ashamed face beneath his palms.

But for now, he’d soak in the feeling of your soft hands holding his face, thumbs brushing away stray tears.

You were trying to hide it. Hide the fact that you saw him. He’d indulge you, pretend he didn’t know anything

“Y-Yeah! I’m alright..!”

He smiled.

And so the show began.

He never stopped hanging out with you, and the shame soon melted away into desire as the days trudged on.

He didnt know why, but the thought of you watching him do something so intimate.. It thrilled him to his very core, sent tingles down his spine and left him breathless for a moment or two.

It actually gave him quite a few boners in class, much to his embarrassment. Lord, did his mind wander too much. He was just a hormonal teenage boy, after all.

Funnily enough, he could feel that the majority of the time you spent around each other, your stare was directed towards him. It was as if he was your center of attention throughout most classes these days, the apple of your mesmerizing eyes, and it felt amazing.

Like.. like he was the only thing you cared about. Only thing you needed.

He loved that feeling.

He wanted more.

He wanted you to, in a way, need him as much as he needed you.

He wanted it to happen again, wanted to know what it would feel like if he was actually aware of it occurring rather than only finding out about it the next day when his senses came back.

So, he decided he’d try touching himself every Saturday at the same time, since that is when you last showed up, leaving his window and curtains open just so you could, theoretically, get a good view.

He knew how wrong it was, wanting his best friend to watch him do something so sinful at nightfall whilst holding innocent conversations during the daylight.

He was too horny for his own good. Could you blame him?

The first attempt was unsuccessful, and he never did feel your piercing gaze on his trembling body as he worked himself to completion.

It was disappointing, but he had hope, and an unexpected outlet for his sexual frustrations.

Meanwhile, you were going crazy.

It felt like you were holding onto a dirty little secret, one Izuku had absolutely no idea about.

Everyday you had to force yourself to not let the image of him writhing sinfully around on his sheets float to the surface of your overactive mind.

You definitely did not need any soaked panties, especially considering you’d have to walk around all day like that.

It was truly a blessing in disguise.

Was it strange to say that in a way you got off on talking innocently to Izuku now?

Staring into his beautiful green eyes, talking about the math homework you forgot to do, all you could think about was how those eyes were glazed over with lust, pupils blown ridiculously wide as he came all over himself.

Such a messy boy.

Gah!

You aggressively shook your head in class, hands rubbing aggressively at your closed eyes to try and erase the image..

“(Y-Y/N)? Are y-you okay?” Izuku stuttered nervously, hands outstretched, ready to place them on your shoulders if you needed to be steadied.

You were simply talking, but suddenly you had such a violent reaction when he asked what answer you got for question three on the homework!

Had you not done it? Maybe you had had quite the trouble with it and didn’t want to remember the minutes wasted on chewing on your mechanical pencil as tears of frustration streamed down your face? He’d seen it occur before, It was a very weird and.. sad.. sight.

“Ah!” You yelped, ripping your hands from your face as you suddenly remembered where you were - you couldn’t just pull that sort of stunt in class, it’d make people think you were weirder than you already clearly are!

But that was just the start of it all.

You so desperately wanted to see him in that state again, wanted to hear your name slip from his spit-slicked raw lips in a wanton moan.

The fact that he was your best friend slowly started to fade from your mind, replaced by lustful desires. What’s shame? Never heard of that.

Who could hear anything over your moans anyway?

Night fell into a routine of your hands stuffed down your panties, fingers covered in your own slick rubbing roughly at your puffy clit as two of your fingers thrust in and out of yourself.

You constantly wondered just what that pretty boy imagined in that oh-so-obviously dirty mind of his as he pumped his cock.

Was he imagining you riding him, face smothered by your tits, mouth latched onto one of your perky buds, sucking the red flesh into his mouth as you bounced up and down on his long, painfully hard and throbbing cock?

Your breath caught in your throat at the image, fingers speeding up.

Or perhaps was he imagining pounding into your tight little pussy, your legs wrapped around his slim hips, fingers clawing red marks into his back so that he could show them off whilst changing into his gym clothes the next day in the locker room?

You squealed as you suddenly clenched down on your two digits, the coil wound tight in your stomach from all the dirty images whizzing past your head snapping unexpectedly, cumming all over your fingers.

You laid there panting, eyes staring deliriously up at the star-covered ceiling.

You had to see him in the act again, no question about it.

It was unfortunate how you passed out from exhaustion Saturday before the time Izuku would ultimately begin going mad in his bed.

It was hard not to beat yourself up over it, especially since you now had to suffer through another week of not seeing his pretty face drenched in sweat, mouth wide open and tongue flopping out.

Grr!

More suffering for the both of you.

It was still so very funny how despite all of these lewd thoughts the both of you possessed for one another, you still got along just as well as before.

It was as if nothing had happened at all.

Honestly, it was a great relief to the both of you.

Originally, you had thought that since you saw him in that new light, you’d be unable to have a decent conversation with him, and he thought that you’d be too disgusted with him to ever even think about speaking to him.

Of course, that was bullshit.

He knew you purposely stayed there to watch him.

That was part of the reason he wanted it to happen again.

He was clinging onto the hope that you liked him back, and that’s why it seemed as if you ignored the whole thing.

No, wait. He didnt want it to happen again… he needed it to happen again. Not just to satisfy him, but to just see if it wasn’t a mistake. A clarification. Something he could cling to in his mind. Something that told him there was an even bigger chance that you might miraculously like some gross nerd like him back.

He was still insecure, even after all the body changes he has gone through.

The scars didnt help much, either.

He could look at his body and feel proud of how much stronger he was, but those rough scars that would permanently taint his skin always left him feeling a bit shy.

He openly showed them, of course, not afraid considering they were marks of his growth and a reminder that he was able to save someone, but they didnt exactly feel nice.

His skin was once silky smooth all over, but now it wasnt, and it would never be the same again.

You knew him without the scars for the longest, but that also meant you knew the whimpy Deku, and not the Hero Deku he was becoming.

So many thoughts were constantly racing around in his mind, it was hard to keep track of them at times.

He blocked out the thoughts with a heavy heart, going back to his previous activity.

And of course, for you, well, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t visit him in your bird form during the night on weekdays, curious to see if, by chance, he was up - which he often wasn’t, and if he was sinning.

To no avail, of course.

It was hard to place if you were missing it by some misfortune, or if he just wasn’t doing it. So Saturday was your best guess. You saw him do it that day, so you figured from the beginning you’d see him to it again on all Saturdays. That’s what you hoped, anyway.

The next Saturday, though, you were proven correct.

The scene was similar to the one from last time, you, perched on the railing, sliding glass door open, curtains pushed to the side, and Izuku moaning like a slut on his bed covers.

Your feathers ruffled up in excitement, it looked as if he just came from the shower, towel discarded on the floor.

Things were going to be much different this time, unknown to you, of course.

Because this time, Izuku knew you were there.

He knew you were watching him.

And he knew it was on purpose because earlier that evening you stopped by to play video games before ‘retiring’ for the night.

Naughty girl, did you expect him to believe that when he’s been able to see through your lies ever since childhood?

He could feel your piercing gaze, and it thrilled him, making his cock slathered in lube he recently purchased twitch against his toned stomach.

Currently, he was rubbing up and down his twitching thighs, trying to calm himself down since, in his excitement at hearing you drop by, he almost came.

You eagerly watched as he did so, black eyes following his beautiful hand movements.

His thighs were so, so glorious.

Was it a bad thing to want to be trapped between them whilst you sucked his pretty dick?

To have them suffocate you was a dream. You’d give just about anything for them to squeeze your head as he came closer and closer to unraveling.

His legs were always nice, but ever since he began using them to smash incredibly large and sturdy objects, your fixation with them grew.

Hell, who were you kidding? You loved every aspect of that boy.

You wanted to lather his perfect body in searing kisses, whispering praises under every breath you took.

Your toes curled, clinging onto the raining as you leaned forward eagerly, watching as his hands traced down his inner thighs, just to drag across the underside of his dick.

He gasped once his fingers ran over his slit, head shoving itself into his pillow.

He wanted to put on a good show for you, gauge your reaction from the corner of his half-lidded eyes.

Surely you’d be too transfixed by his lower half to notice dark green eyes gazing over at you.

And he was right.

Because you couldn’t tear your attention away from his crotch, his hips lifting off the bed as he slowly thrusted into the tunnel he made with his hand.

It was as if he was teasing himself by going slow, his whines for more being a clear give away, that and the twitch of his hips as he sought a faster pace but held himself back.

“A-ahh~ (Y/N).. S-so good.. To me..”

How could he not imagine his hands as your own?

Yours were so small, too.. Could they even fully wrap around his thick length? He was all too eager to find out, but that’d have to be for a later date. Hopefully.

As time flew by, his impatience grew.

He wanted to put a good show on for you, truly, he did! But he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to cum oh-so badly.

To have that knot that was already building up in his system before you flew in to finally burst.

Sobs tore from his throat as he finally gave in, aching cock slamming into his fist with a wet squelch as his hand squeezed and twisted down on his length.

He didn’t last long, soon releasing his seed all over himself once again with a shrill cry, body arching up beautifully off the bed.

Whilst regaining his breath, he shakily looked over at you, joy sparking in his system to see you leaning forward as if you were enraptured by him.

It felt so good.

This occured more often than either of you would like to admit, but yet, there was no complaints.

Like before, life carried on normally in the light of day, but Saturday night? Showtime.

It was always something new, much to your enjoyment.

One night, which just so happened to be one where a new moon hung high in the inky black sky freckled with stars, you had the pleasure of witnessing him fuck a pillow.

So sweet. A true jackpot.

Since the tranquil, silvery beams of moonlight were absent on this particular evening, an Allmight night light of sorts illuminated the room in a yellow glow. It was brighter than the times before, ultimately giving you a better look at just what he was doing.

That wasn’t all, though.

Before, with the pale light of the moon, he was always submerged in a sinful atmosphere.

But now, you see, he looked so very soft in this light. It showered his perfectly toned, freckled and sweaty body in such a warm glow. It radiated innocence, despite his downright dirty acts of self-care.

His face was pressed to the side of the mattress, drool dripping past his parted lips as he gasped and moaned, cheeks burning red, eyes closed and brows arched upward as he chased that sweet, sweet release he so anticipated. His hips rutted into the soft pillow like a bunny in heat. Scarred hands had a death grip on it, forcing it down on his cock to provide an addicting combination of pressure and pleasure. Though you couldn’t quite see his flushed dick in action, his adorable face and moans made up for it.

Was it too bold of you to say he was imagining the pillow was you?

The way your name rolled off his tongue certainly would lead to that blissful assumption.

Another night you had gotten there early.

It was a particularly breezy night, the wind making his curtains dance and hair sway slightly. It was still hard to believe he liked having his sliding-glass door open. Did he like the fresh air when he was left gasping from his ministrations? Or did he thrive on the possibility that someone could hear him cry out?

How alluring that thought was.

But, how foolish of you to assume you were being sneaky.

To your luck, getting there early meant you got to see him set up the act, anticipate just what he was about to do. Predictions flooded your mind as you watched him with a tilted head as he poured lube onto his shaky fingers.

Whatever he was about to do, he seemed nervous. A first time thing, perhaps? Or was he shaking with desire?

You’d later come to realize you never wanted to be in front of this man more than that night.

Because, to your utmost delight, that was the night you witnessed him finger himself for no-doubt the first time.

He was cautious and tense, you could easily tell from so far away. You couldn’t see what he was doing exactly, but it wasn’t too hard to put pieces of a puzzle together.

In the beginning, he was trying to ease himself into it, one hand languidly stroking his erection, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat, whilst the other seemed to tease at his opening.

He bit his bottom lip the moment he decided it was time to quit shitting around, thighs splaying wide open once again for better access - and to you, a better view. His eyes slipped closed as he tried to focus on what he was doing, momentarily stopping the strokes on his cock so his attention would be on the feeling of a single digit slipping in and out of his virgin hole. He stayed tensed for a while, obviously trying to adjust. It wasnt until a few minutes later that he started to get really into it, slipping in another finger as his hips started to rock to the slow beat set.

His weeping dick was given attention again not long after that, hips wiggling and high-pitched cries of ecstasy tears from his throat at the two hands working in unison.

You couldn’t help but hop from one foot to the other that night as you eagerly drank in the sight.

“A-ahh! O-h oh god! (Y-Y/N)! F-faster- oh! Ple-ase f-fahh! Uhn! Ha-ah- ah- ah!”

Were you fucking him in this fantasy? A strap on, maybe? You wouldnt oppose doing so, he’s so cute begging like this. Begging for a plastic cock to pound into his tight ass with each whine, whimper, and moan.

He finished quite quickly, fingers probably finally finding that sweet spot deep inside of him. His eyes shot open, going cross as he practically screamed into the night.

And most recently, you witnessed him cum so hard he passed out for a few moments.

And you knew exactly why.

Because earlier that day, your boredom once again got the best of you, and you couldnt help but notice Izuku was lost in his thoughts during a break period. So, being the cheeky shit you were, you waltzed on over to him, leaning down to whisper in his ear “Hey.”

It was funny how he had to slap a hand over his mouth, obviously hiding a whine. You knew your voice had an effect on him, especially when it was lowered an octave. Pair that with your hot breath fanning over his overly sensitive ear? The man was pudding.

“(Y-Y/N)! I-I told you to stop doing that..!” He blushed, eyes squeezing shut to avoid your smirking face.

But that wasn’t all, no. You sat in his lap after that. He almost died, face a cherry red as his hands were held up, not sure where to put them.

It was honestly a rare occasion, for Iida was out with Momo for class president and vice president duties. You had to take advantage of that.

“What? I don’t want to stand this whole time!” Came your pouty response, and he most definitely couldn’t refuse those puppy-dog eyes you used on him.

To his horror, you wiggled in your fleshy seat, trying to get ‘comfortable’ whilst pretending you had no idea what you were doing to him. You knew damn well what it was you were doing, you were grinding your ass on his crotch - just for an agonizing moment.

It was hard to get him to form a sentence that wasn’t broken with stutters the whole time you sat atop his lap. He was so cute, all blushy like that. A little strawberry.

The second Iida and Momo came back from their duties, you jumped off his lap, startling him once again. To your ‘misfortune,’ you dropped the pencil which was tucked into your shirt pocket. So, you promptly bent down to get it, giving the perverted Izuku behind you a glorious view of your round ass covered by a pair of lacy white panties.

It was a wonder how he didn’t pass out as you expected him to, honestly.

You never heard him cry out your name as much as you did that very night.

Who knew such a shy and bashful boy could be so.. Lewd?

It was a major turn on, you could only imagine what it would be like to be there with him.

Oh, how glorious that would be.

To stare into his eyes blown wide with lust and glazed over with desire, knowing full well you were the true reason behind it - and not just his hands.

You wanted to..

You wanted to do so many things to and with him.

But you couldn’t.

Because at the end of the day, you were still only best friends.

He may call your name in the dead of night, he may beg for you in his dreams, but that doesn’t make you more than what you were when the sun rises yet again over the grassy hill coated in morning dew.

Just friends.

Friends until actions occur that change the definition of the word.

‘Friends’ brought a bitter taste to your tongue when it came to describing Izuku. You wanted to be more than just…. ‘Friends.’

But that was selfish of you.

You couldnt always get what you wanted, even if both parties want the exact same thing.

You could never live with yourself if you forced yourself onto him when he wasn’t ready to accept it. You knew very well how easily overwhelmed he could get. You worried that if.. your Saturday night activities got around to him, that he’d never want anything to do with you again. You were playing a dangerous game.

It was a hard concept to grasp, really.

But little did you know, he would be perfectly okay with it. More than okay, actually.

In fact, he craved it so, so much. With each Saturday that came, with every show he put on for you, he so desperately wished you’d revert back to your human form and come join him on his messy bed. He wanted to feel your soft skin brush against his overheated body. He wanted that intimacy.

He knew you wanted it too, he’s seen you almost fly right on into his room with particular moments.

He loved being watched by you, gaining validation every week by your intense, infatuated gaze, but he didn’t know how much more he could take. It was driving him absolutely insane. He noticed himself becoming more brash and reckless during training, his frustration taking over his senses and causing absolute mayhem.

In the beginning, speaking to you outside of these downright shameful acts was exhilarating, but now it was simply infuriating. How could you act like nothing was happening? How could you stay so innocent whilst he was out here losing his marbles?

The rubber band holding his sanity together was stretched too thin, he had no doubt that it would snap any day now and his carnal desires will be let loose.

Such a risky thing he had willingly got himself into.

But that band snapped much sooner than he predicted, and there was no going back after that.

It’s been nearly two months since this whole act started.

It’s gotten progressively hotter outside, it was almost as if the sun itself had something personal against anyone and everyone who walked in it’s brilliant light.

The training has gotten harder thanks to the sweltering heat. Primetime to exercise until you feel like throwing up, yeah?

They were supposed to progress on their workouts throughout the year, but damn did this heat wave come at an unconventional time. Poor Tokoyami almost had a heat stroke.

The intensity of the workouts was making everyone antsy. The weekdays were hell on Earth, so the weekends became an even bigger godsend to the poor hero students working to achieve their dreams.

That being said, what better way to distress than too..?

This week was particularly stressful, and after the hell Izuku and his fellow classmates were put through, he craved that certain destresser he’s been hooked on for far too long.

It was unfortunate that he cracked a bit earlier than his scheduled 11 PM rub out, making it only to 10:41 PM before his dirty thoughts overtook his being and made his dick twitch to life in his shorts. He wanted to wait, but he became increasingly uncomfortable, hips shimmying, trying to find a comfortable position to wait around in.

After promptly giving up, he leaned back on his bed, tugging his shorts off and letting his eyes slip shut as he palmed himself through his boxers.

Things always felt better for the green-eyed boy if he took it slow, working himself up to the point of desperation.

And that’s what he did.

He knew you wouldnt be there for a while, he knew his heart wouldnt be pumping like it always did when you showed up, so he fell back onto Plan B, fully emerging himself in a fantasy.

He hadn’t done that since you first showed up. A trip on memory lane.

But now he had a chance.

Though he had to admit, he’d much prefer it if you were there..

In his mind, he wasn’t in some silly dorm.

He was a pro-hero living in a large apartment with pristine windows that reflected the night lights of the mesmerizing city below like lanterns in the sky. The interior lights were off, the room cast in a soft orange glow by a gentle flame flickering in the sandstone fireplace situated in front of the satin burgundy couch he sat upon. Soft moans filled the atmosphere, paired with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the complex.

You were in his lap, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you hung on for dear life. Your nails gave him an addicting sting as they dug into freckled skin, his name escaping your parted lips like a prayer, moans much louder than his own accompanying the pleas. He was in heaven, surely, for how else could there be such a beautiful angel in his lap?

You were glowing, cheeks blazing a deep maroon color, the light of the fire behind you encasing you in a soft, golden gleam.

A heavy breath blew out Izuku’s nose, closed eyes scrunching as he finally decided to rip his boxers off. His rough hand immediately wrapped itself around his cock, hissing in pleasure and thanking the heavens just this once for being such a heavy pre producer - he was far too enraptured by this fantasy to even think about trying to get his trusty bottle of lube.

Avoiding the flushed head, his hand squeezed and twisted it’s way up and down his slicked up shaft, hiding the wet noises with his pathetic whines.

He dived back into his mind.

You were kissing him fervently, tongues dancing in hot caverns as your noises of pure pleasure molded together. Though you were on top, you were far from having control. Izuku’s hands squeezed your hips in a death grip, bouncing you on his throbbing member, green sparks illuminating his body as to ensure a delicious yet inhuman pace.

He could feel you. He swore he could, even from on this bed, he could feel you. You were so warm, and so, so very tight.

He couldn’t handle it.

No.

He needed more.

He whined desperately on his bed, back arching as he chased his fantasy but soon lost it as the familiar fluttering of small wings blocked out all other sounds.

He gasped, trying to catch the breath that seemed to constantly slip past him. He was too worked up.

He was too needy. He was aching, body shaking with anticipation and eagerness.

He craved you like a man craved water after stumbling through a burning hot desert all day.

You were so close to him, he could reach out and swear he could feel your feathers beneath his fingertips.

He was past the point of no return, his fantasy just couldn’t do it for him.

He needed you, god he needed you so so bad it hurt.

Sobs tore from his throat, hands stuttering as his eyes finally flew open,

“(Y-Y/N)! Please!” He cried out with a strangled moan, vision wavering from the pain of not having you with him despite being right there.

Swallowing all of his pride, he looked towards your perched form, tears slipping from his sparkling viridescent eyes glazed over with lust.

His chest was heaving, thighs quivering and body trembling as he called out to you with a salacious plea, “I can’t..! I can’t do this anymore, please! Please, I-I need you!”

He was begging, begging for you whilst simultaneously thrusting into his hand.

Such an erotic display.

At the moment, you couldn’t even care about the fact he clearly knew it was you there. In fact, it didn’t even come to mind as a jolt of electricity coursed through your body, returning you to your human form as you eagerly jumped off the railing to him, all too willing to join his lascivious activities.

He moaned with delight the second your knee hit his bed, dipping his body towards you. His filthy hand shot off his dick, joining the other with gripping at your baggy sleepwear, pulling you towards his burning body.

You fell onto him, not given a chance to collect your thoughts before a hand buried itself in your messy hair, yanking your hair so that he could easily smash his lips against your own.

The kiss was nothing like how you pictured your first with him to be. Instead of sweet and gentle, it was downright dirty and sloppy, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You were both clearly inexperienced, but that didn’t matter. You just wanted to feel him, same as he wanted to feel you.

Your hands, shaking with the sudden extreme boost of adrenaline, cupped his chubby cheeks as your lips met again, and again, and again, drool mingling with his own as you tried to get the hang of this.

Eventually, your lips stayed connected, tongues fighting for dominance.

You couldn’t even tell, due to the heat of the moment overtaking your senses, but the entire time you made out, Izuku’s curious hands dragged ever-so-slowly down the sides of your body, feeling those curves that drove him absolutely insane. Just as it seemed as if you’d win the short battle, his large hands came over your plump ass, squeezing the soft flesh and causing you to gasp. With your mind distracted, he quickly smooshed his lips against your own once again, tongue defeating your own and giving him complete access to your mouth.

He explored it, the tip of the wet muscle seemingly grazing over and massaging in just all the right places, drawing a little moan from you that shot straight down to his neglected cock. It twitched against his stomach, and suddenly he wasn’t interested in just making out anymore. He needed more, and he’d fucking get it.

He’s waited so long for this moment, dreamt of it so often it became normal for him to wake up covered in sweat and with a raging erection straining against his shorts.

His grip on your ass moved to your hips, dragging them down onto his member and grinding you down against him.

You both moaned, hips involuntarily jerking against one another, starting up a grinding fest.

Moans melted together as you both continued to kiss before a particularly rough thrust sent your head flinging back and a mewl spewing from you.

“A-ah.. Izuku..!” You shivered, eyes closing as you gripped at his hair. He stared up at you, eyes full of love but darkened by immense desire as you shamelessly moaned above him. His hips ground his rock-hard erection against your soaked panties, brushing roughly against your clothed clit. Your body seemed to jolt with every brush against it, your senses completely overloaded as you were driven mad with lust.

You shrieked with surprise as you were suddenly flipped over, body slamming onto the mattress as Izuku crawled over on top of you.

He continues to grind himself against you, hands moving your legs up so they could wrap around his hips. Whilst kissing at the side of your neck, his nose brushed along the skin, searching for that special spot.

Amidst your onslaught of noises, you made a sound clearly indicating he had found what he had been searching for. His hot tongue licked at the sensitive skin before he bit down on it.

You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, jumping in his arms as an intense shiver rolled down your back, hands coming up to clutch at his broad shoulders smothered in freckles and burning with a blush.

You felt so, so tingly, so good, so.. So everything.

Perhaps that’s simply because of how worked up you currently were, every single touch lit your body aflame again and again. Besides, how could you keep quiet when he was rubbing against you in just the right place?

He sucked harshly at the tender flesh before kissing it lovingly as if to apologize for the brutal treatment, licking the pain away and continuing to nibble along the area, leaving a bruise that was sure to remain in the morning.

In fact, he decided, he was going to leave many. Just..not today.

He couldn’t deny, though, it did feel pretty good that his mark was on your soft skin where all could potentially see.

But for now, you had too many layers on for his current liking.

Izuku drew back, stopping the grind sesh - much to your apparent dismay, tugging at the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission, and you willingly lifted your arms.

Had you not been so consumed with sheer desire, you would have covered your bare chest. Instead, you nodded your head, giving the man panting as if he had just run a mile permission to kiss his way down to the soft mounds he previously couldn’t help but bashfully stare at.

His lips lavished them both in kisses, praises unknowingly slipping out between his teeth until he finally decided to take one bud into his mouth.

He was sloppy, messy, and all-around inexperienced, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it still felt good.

He spent surely less than a minute giving attention to each perky nipple, but it was made up for by a sweet kiss. You eagerly returned it, body arching as if trying to bring him closer.

It was so strange how he took control so easily, he had been begging only a few minutes ago.

Not that you minded, of course.

After all, who doesnt like being pampered by their long time crush?

“May I?” He whispered breathlessly, trembling fingers hooked around your panties, ready to pull them off.

You nodded immediately, oh-so desperate to have him actually touch you. You needed to feel him. All this grinding did was leave you with a throbbing clit, pussy so wet your juices were close to flowing down your ass, and the want for more.

He smashed his lips back against your own, practically ripping the fabric off of you and flinging it to only god knows where in this dark room.

His lips didn’t leave yours as his hands traveled down your sides again, squeezing your ass just to hear you gasp.

You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you, or hit with a sudden wave of embarrassment as his fingers seemed to stutter on your thighs.

“It’s okay.. It’s okay..” You cooed against his lips, eyes opening to stare into his.

He gulped, swallowing his insecurities as he ran an index finger along your sit.

You bit your lip, eyes slipping closed once more and hips twitching forward at the foreign touch against heated flesh.

Izuku took this as a sign to go further, so he did.

Staring at your face, he pushed the finger past your lower lips, ignoring the intense throbbing of his dick as he felt how wet you were. The digit trailed down, searching for your clenching hole. When he found it, he couldnt help but teasingly trace around it, adoring the scrunch of your flushed face and the whine that followed suit.

“Please, Izuku..” You whimpered, and how could he say no to that?

He slowly pushed his finger in, nearly cumming on the spot from just how tight and warm you were. He openly moaned, watching as he sunk the finger all the way down to his knuckle.

Clouded eyes flickered back up to your face, noting how you didn’t seem to be in pain.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he pulled the finger out, then pushed it back in, over and over and over again as your thighs twitched around him, mouth falling open as you breathed heavily, moaning ever so softly.

His heart pounded in his chest as he added another finger, continuing the motions for before.

Your hips shimmied at the stretch, his fingers much larger than your own slim once, but so much nicer, because it was him, and not you. Your hips involuntarily chased the rhythm he set.

“Ahh.. haa..h.. Oh! Ah! Ahhhghh!” your eyes shot open as his fingers curled inside you, brushing against that spongey spot in your clenching walls. “Oh! T-There Iz-Izuku~!” You moaned out his name, and it was as if his body got put on autopilot, fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping heat, curly against that spot that had you moaning.

A particularly loud squeal left your parted lips, and he snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you so bad it hurt. Watching your body react violently around only his fingers? The cherry on the cake!

He needed his dick in you, to feel those soft walls clenching around him, to hear you cry out his name more as he brought you to the peak of madness.

But he was worried about how long he’d last.

He was so close before, what if he came nearly immediately?

Pulling his fingers out fully, which drew your attention back to him, he lifted them to his mouth, shoving them in and putting on a sinful display of licking them clean for you

He smiled at you with half-lidded eyes as you stared at him with astonishment. Lurching forward, you took him by surprise by gripping his sweaty hair and pulling him down for another passionate kiss, moaning around his tongue as you tasted your essence on him.

Keeping his focus on the kiss, Izuku’s hand blindly felt around his bedside table, opening the drawer and somehow managing to find the single condom he kept in there.

You noticed it from the corner of your eye, the moonlight reflecting on the silver wrapper.

“When did you get that?” You pulled away from the kiss, indulging in your curiosity as you stared at the condom between his fingers.

He chuckled nervously, looking to the side in embarrassment, “I- I got a pack from the corner store.. Not long ago..”

He left out the motivation behind it, not ready to reveal he knew you were watching him the entire time - thus bringing forth his precautious side as he fumbled with measuring himself and getting the right size.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait any longer, princess..” He whispered under a heavy breath, ripping open the packaging, grabbing the latex and rolling it on himself, ignoring your eyes practically burning holes into his heated skin as they watched with eagerness.

Now that it was on, he looked back up to you, hand coming to gently caress your face, thumb smoothing over your blushing cheek as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

Yes, he wanted to pound you into next tomorrow right this instant, be he couldnt ignore the fact that this was your first time together. He wanted it to be.. Sweet.

As sweet as he could make it, anyway.

He jumped in his own skin when he felt your cold fingers wrap around his cock, bringing his oozing head towards your entrance. He was quick to replace them, though, just so he could rub himself between your folds and teasingly against your clit.

“..ready?” He asked nearly impatiently as he guided his tip to your entrance once more.

He slowly pushed in the moment you nodded your head.

Oh god! He thought to himself as he moaned loudly. He was only in by an inch and already it felt like his world was spinning! You were so damn tight!

He nearly collapsed on top of you, bringing his hands up just to hold your own against the bedsheets.

He was being much too slow for your liking. You were so aroused on, so ready for him that, though you appreciated him going slow for you, you couldn’t handle another second with this agonizing pace.. So, without warning, your legs, which were still wrapped around his hips, tightened, and you forcefully drove his hips forward, fully sheathing him inside you.

He screamed in pleasure, head involuntarily being thrown back as his eyes rolled back. You moaned along with him, the feeling of being full outweighing the slight stinging pain that it brought with it.

His fingernails dug into your hips as he tried to control himself, his body vibrating from how much he was shaking. You held him flushed against you, eyes squeezing shut as you fought to relax around him and get used to his length. Which was pretty damn big! Perhaps you bit off more than you could chew..

But it didn’t take long for the pain to slowly subside, and you were back in business. Meanwhile, Izuku was staring cross-eyed up at the ceiling, holding himself back from exploding.

“Izu-”

“I-I Don-t think I c-can last long, (Y/N)...” he whimpered out, chest heaving and heart hammering.

You nodded in understanding, he was quite busy with himself before you showed up anyway.

And now all this? It certainly must be sudden.

Plus, Izuku has always been a sensitive boy, so no doubt his nerves were on fire.

Nonetheless, he was quick to catch on to your ‘okay’ for him to move.

So, he pulled himself out halfway, nearly sobbing as he thrusts back in.

You felt so good.. So good.. sogood- “So good.. Ahh! A-ahh nnghjnn S-so go-goo- gahn! Hahhh!” The sheer velocity of his moans overpowered your own as he soon found himself uncontrollably drilling his cock into your pussy, absorbed by the feeling of you sucking him back in like a black hole just to squeeze the life out of him.

That hot coil that had been winding up in his stomach all this time was soon to burst, he could feel himself getting closer and closer with every slap of skin against skin, edged on by your beautiful moans.

“(Y-Y/N)!! I-I’m gonna! I-!” He could barely form any sentences, all that spilled out of that drooling mouth were moans and mindless babbles and praises.

You were just as close, but you wanted more.. So, you ripped one hand free from his grip, licking a digit before thrusting it down just to furiously rub at your puffy clit aching for attention.

You both moaned simultaneously, him at the sight, and you at the combined stimulation.

He was about to break, about to hit the point of no return when he found your G spot. You cried out in ecstasy, body practically arching of the mattress as he focused deep, powerful thrusts on that area.

And by some miracle, you reached your high before he did.

A wave of electrifying pleasure washed over you as your body tensed beneath him, back arching impossibly high off the mattress as your walls seemed to clamp down on his cock like a vice just as that burning hot coil wound tight in your belly burst. Stars bloomed in your eyes as your vision went black, Izuku’s name tearing from your throat.

Your hot, wet walls clamping down on him threw him into his own long-awaited and intense orgasm. His thighs tensed as he cried out in ecstasy into the night air, hips slamming into your fluttering cunt once more before thick, hot cum shot from his dick, filling up the condom deep inside of you.

You both stayed like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow of something you both waited weeks for.

He inhaled shakily before pulling his softening member out, rolling the condom off in a sleepy haze before tying it off and throwing it into the trash bin.

He flopped down beside you, far too sleepy to even think about getting up.

You were already fast asleep, and he couldn’t wait to join you. Wrapping his scarred arm around your waist, he pulled your warm body to his chest, tangling his legs with yours and falling asleep within moments to your soft breaths and the crickets singing outside his glass door.

There was a lot to talk about tomorrow morning.

You’d both have to explain yourselves, talk about what happened, what was next, and confirm feelings for each other. That this wasn’t just a ‘one night stand’ between friends.

And, of course, you’d be hit with a truck of pain between your legs, rendering you unable to walk properly. At least Izuku is there to take care of you, and that it was a Sunday.

Until you both come to the horrifying realization that Izuku, in the heat of the moment, accidentally flung your panties out the open window, which was then miraculously carried by a stray gust of wind just for Kaminari to find in a bush by the side of the building the following morning when taking the trash out.

Thank god nobody recognized them, but you could only hope you’d get the chance to get that back before he, along with Mineta, no doubt do something with them.

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fairytsuk1 · 5 years ago

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touch your toes. (s)

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

genre: almost smut, no fucking but you’re super close

warning: swearing and essentially sex

words: 679

summary: drabble inspired by the words “turn around”

“Turn around,” Bakugou grumbled with his iconic low voice as you stood in front of him. His thick thighs were parted and the tent in his loose sweatpants assured you that you did indeed look very nice, “you wanted to show it to me, where’s my show?”

An exhale escaped you as you slowly turned around. Fingertips grazing past your knees and settling on the floor as you bent over to completely expose your plump cheeks to your boyfriend. A burn of humiliation spread through you when he hummed appreciatively before snapping the band of the pink underwear against the soft tender flesh.

“You’re such a slut, I didn’t even have to ask and you’re already bending over for me...It almost makes me want to go easy on you.”

“I like it when you’re rough,” meekly spoken, you tried to appease him.

“I know, it’s cute when you cry out because it’s too hard or you can’t cum again!”

Your body trembled when he stood and scraped his nails over the curve of your back before settling back on your behind. His hand gripped your left cheek before making its way down to your sweet pussy. His middle finger dipped underneath the soft cotton to feel your hole clench around the barely there digit.

“Cock-hungry whore,” It was embarrassing how wet you got and how the gossamer fluid just kept gushing out of your sensitive cunt. The stretch in your hamstrings made your legs quake as if you were a newborn calf and you nearly begged the man before you to let you up.

“Stand up babe, I don’t want you to tear somethin’. We both know you’re not flexible enough for that shit,” his hand trailed back up to your bra and pulled the back of it so you finally came face to face with his broad chest, he smelled of cologne and burnt sugar with a hint of cinnamon. His face was stern and jawline accentuated as he looked deeply into your eyes. Your thighs shifted as the accumulating wetness caused your panties to stick to your lips, undoubtedly leaving a wet spot.

“I don’t think you want it bad enough.”

“Katsuki…” you weren’t past begging, “only you can fix it y’know? Please just fuck me, I’ve waited all day for you! Did...did you know I touched myself in the shower? It wasn’t enough though, only you can make me feel so good. Please make me feel good!”

His eyes drifted down to your stockings as you eagerly shifted in place. He smirked then, the fact that he was the only one who could make you sob and curl your toes as he pounded against your cervix, his cock so big that when he pulled out a sliver of pink was shown with it. His ego was already through the roof but you were whipped. And horny. You’d give anything to feel him bite down on the junction between your neck and shoulder as he came with a punishing thrust and used you as his fucktoy. The thought of him pinning his pelvis to yours and letting his balls drain inside of you made you shake like a leaf till you forced yourself to calm down.

His hand took yours and he made you feel how much you had affected him. The sweatpants did nothing to disguise the heat radiating off of his heavy cock as he curled your fingers and made you palm him. The familiar thickness only reminded you of what you craved and the subtle grinding of his hips into the meat of your palm reminded you that he too wanted the exact same thing. You just had to push him over the edge.

“Cum inside me, use me to pump your cum into my womb until all I can think of is you. I just want to feel you, you’ll let me right? Right…Ground Zero?”

That was all he needed. Soft cushy lips crashed against yours as you eagerly backed up onto the awaiting bed.

“I’ll fuck you stupid, just you wait.”

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bnha smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader

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seasonsofeverlark · 4 years ago

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Pumpkin Pie and Cheese Buns

Author: @evestedic

Prompt: Hard working coming home for thanksgiving. Stops at the store on the way to pick up the dessert she didn’t bother to make no one will notice anyway and runs into their ex lover. Tries to leave fast but has to take the walk of shame back to grab the cranberries too. Arrives home not just with the cranberries and pie… [submitted by anonymous]

Rating: T

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“God damn it!” Katniss was not happy.

It was Thanksgiving, which meant she was being forced to spend time with people she didn’t even know.

Why?

Because they’re family, Katniss.

She could hear her Aunt Martha’s voice.

Why should she care that her cousin was getting married?

Or that her nephew had gotten into college?

Or that her godfather was slipping her a 20 buck bill while winking an eye at her?

She wasn’t a total bitch, so she bore with it, but this was people she saw one fucking time per year!

If it wasn’t for Thanksgiving, she was sure she wouldn’t see them again as they never even called. Nor did she.

But, be that as it may, Prim loved big gatherings and the attention; she was, after all, quite cheerful. Her father also bore with it, although better than her.

However, who knew? This year her mother was coming with her new boyfriend.

Ugh, puke…

And that was why she was there, November the 26th, coming back from work and on her way to Aunt’s Martha’s house.

Katniss was not happy.

She had already left the store not five minutes ago, but something kept nagging at the back of her head while she accommodated the bags in the back of her car.

Of course, being who she was, she had forgotten dessert. The pumpkin pie with maple whipped cream. Sighing and fuming, she went back to the absolute chaos of the aisles. If she arrived at her aunt’s without dessert…well, she would rather face a biblical plague.

After perusing the dessert stand and seeing everything was completely wiped out‒not even crumbs were left‒she gave up and thought about getting some canned peaches and cherries. That’s when she heard it…

“Is that you, Katniss?”

That voice.

She had loved it at one point. Now, it was just nails on a chalkboard.

Turning around, she set her eyes on a huge blonde guy; he had a perfect gym advertisement body, a smirk on his face, and his arm around a blonde girl with the same perfect gym advertisement body.

“Cato.”

“Buying for Thanksgiving?”

“No, just came because I was craving some peaches.”

“Oh.”

Seriously? It was the most direct sarcastic answer ever, and he had actually believed her?

Katniss rolled her eyes and was about to turn around when the Barbie clone spoke.

“Is this the one, babe?”

“Yes, baby, that’s her.”

“Oh, I thought she’d be…I don’t know, prettier?”

“She never wanted to put in the effort, baby.”

“She is standing right here. And if working out turns you dumb, I’m glad I didn’t do it.”

Katniss had gone out with Cato for two years when they were nineteen. Back then, he had been a kind guy, funny and perhaps a bit silly, but very nice, normal. He had asked her out after a college party, and she accepted; the rest was history.

However, after one year of being together, he began frequenting the campus gym and suddenly started to change. All he could talk about were diets, exercise, and protein. Katniss was all in for a healthier life; hell, she knew if she kept on eating Greasy Sae’s food every other night, she was going to clog her arteries by the time she was 35, but Cato was relentless. He got rid of all of her comfort food and she had been forbidden to eat chicken and meat ever again. Only turkey and fish were allowed, vegetables, no dairy or eggs, no sugar! She was going crazy; Katniss had reached the obscene point of hiding in the bathroom to eat a Snickers bar, only to quickly brush her teeth and rinse with Listerine at least thrice so that her boyfriend wouldn’t taste any trace of chocolate when he kissed her. It was that night when she knew she couldn’t do it anymore. She no longer recognized the guy she had agreed to date or herself, for that matter. So, Katniss decided to end it right then and there. She skipped her next class and went to their dorm only to find him banging the very same Barbie girl who was in front of her in the canned aisle right now.

Quickest breakup ever.

He had said it was her fault for not ‘putting in the effort,’ and she hated him for it.

“Jealousy doesn’t fit you, Katniss. Well,” Cato gave her a once-over, “I doubt anything does. Have you gained weight?”

“If I have, that wouldn’t be any of your fucking business. What are you doing here? Came to buy something for dinner? I think there’s a celery and mineral water pack on sale.”

“Still salty because I chose someone better?” Cato shamelessly licked the girl’s ear, making her giggle in an obnoxious way that made Katniss want to gag.

She didn’t have to stand here and watch this; she-

Was that a hand on her waist?

“Hey, sorry I took so long. I literally had to wrestle this from an old lady.”

That voice.

Peeta Mellark was holding onto her waist and smiling that charming smile that could probably tame a wild animal, while proudly presenting a ham to her.

“Um…” Eloquent as always.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were with friends.”

“Yeah, no…Not my friends.”

“Aren’t you the baker guy? You’re slumming it with the bakery employee?” Cato laughed while Barbie‒Katniss really couldn’t care less about her actual name‒looked at Peeta appreciatively.

“I haven’t introduced myself,” Peeta said, extending his right hand but not letting Katniss’ waist go. Cato immediately took it, flexing his bicep as he did so, but his expression faltered when he shook Peeta’s hand. “Peeta Mellark, owner of ‘The Cake Lair’. Have you guys ever been?”

Katniss was confused.

It wasn’t as if she and Peeta were actually friends. They had talked, yes. She simply loved the pastries he sold, and because of how she had raved about his cheese buns, well…the double entendre put her in an uncomfortable position, but he had only laughed and thanked her for the compliment, as he had, in fact, baked those himself.

Peeta always made sure to set aside at least two cheese buns for her prior to the end of the day.

And okay, yeah, they had exchanged numbers and texted from time to time, but nothing deep. It was always things about the weather, the cheese buns, or how Prim was. Did that qualify as being friends?

Katniss was awful at being a good friend, hence why she only had two: Gale and Madge. Her sister and father didn’t count; they were family.

Shaking her head, she returned to the present to find that arm still around her and Cato’s face getting red.

“Just let go, dude. You’re about to pop a vein.” Peeta chuckled.

Katniss directed her gaze at their hands; she could see they were both squeezing the hell out of each other. Cato probably thought he could scare Peeta off with his muscles, but he clearly hadn’t seen Peeta shirtless on a hot day, hauling 100-pound flour sacks onto his back as if they were light cargo. Peeta was strong, like ‘I could iron clothes on your stomach’ fit; he just didn’t flaunt it, and Katniss appreciated that.

Cato huffed and let go, and Peeta smiled once more and winked at Barbie, who was giggling like an idiot.

“So, we should be going soon if we want to make it, Katniss. You know how Aunt Martha gets if we don’t get the groceries in time for her.”

So yeah, she had told him about her hellish weekend to come last week, but Katniss didn’t think he would remember.

With his hand still on her waist and her still not shrugging it off, they made to pass Cato and his doll, but, of course, the bodybuilder felt the need to use the sole neuron in his brain.

“You know you’re just a replacement, right? I mean, she went and looked for the next guy that kinda looked like me because she clearly can’t forget me.”

Tuck your thumb over your middle finger to make a proper fist. If you wrap your fingers around your thumb, you’re likely going to break it.

Her father’s words and the boxing lessons came back in a flash, and before Peeta could hold her back, Katniss pivoted on her left foot, momentum aiding her, and connected her first with Cato’s jaw. She wasn’t an expert boxer or anything of the sort; she just liked the exercise, and she was strong. But Katniss must have been lucky enough to hit the sweet spot because Cato dropped to the aisle floor, unconscious.

“Babe!” Barbie girl screeched, and suddenly, two more gorilla-looking guys were coming to her aid.

Friends of his, no doubt.

“Tell your boy toy, next time he wants to bully me to think twice, lest he finds himself beaten up again by a woman,” Katniss spat at the blonde girl.

“You did this?” A broad and tall black guy asked. He was actually pretty scary, but Katniss held her ground and managed to nod. To her surprise, he chuckled and sort of bowed to her. “He’s an ass. I bet he had it coming. We’ll take care of him.”

“Thresh! He’s your friend…” Barbie girl actually had tears in her eyes.

“He’s not. We’re just in the same weightlifting class. And don’t cry; he’ll come to soon. Finnick, help me bring this idiot back.”

“You must have a mean right hook, hon,” the guy with reddish hair and perfect teeth told Katniss.

“I do.” She jutted out her chin proudly; her dad had taught her well.

“Nice to know you have it all sorted out. Katniss, should we go?” Peeta was pulling her a bit, and she let him, both soon finding themselves out in the parking lot, having decided to leave behind the cans and the ham.

Once they were in front of her car, Katniss did something she rarely did.

“I’m sorry I cost you your ham.”

Peeta seemed surprised, but he simply smiled. “That’s okay. There are a lot of hams left, actually; I just needed an excuse to walk up to you.”

“Why did you do that?”

“That guy was an ass, and I know you could’ve handled it on your own, but…,” he leaned in a bit and whispered, “doesn’t it feel good to let him know you’re with someone much better now?”

Katniss couldn’t help it, she laughed. “You’re full of yourself, Mellark!”

“Hey! I’m a catch, I tell you. Owner of his own bakery, hard-working; I know how to cook and bake, and I’m easy on the eyes, too.”

“Not to mention, tons and tons of humility.”

“That, too.” He smiled, and Katniss rolled her eyes, but she really didn’t feel angry with him. She hadn’t needed his help, but he had offered it freely without expecting anything in return. “So, I guess this is where we part ways.”

“What are your plans for tonight, Peeta?” Katniss suddenly asked, and he was surprised as well.

“Uhhhh, not much. Bake something? Eat it while watching TV, nothing exciting.”

“You can come to my Aunt Martha’s, if you want. Prim would love to see you, and this way I can repay your ‘act of kindness’.”

“Really? You sure it wouldn’t bother you?”

“If it did, I wouldn’t have asked.”

“Sure, I’d love to.”

“Okay, but before that, there’s something I need you to do for me.”

“What is it?”

“Can you drive? My right hand is killing me.”

°•. ✿ .•°

“Why couldn’t you just buy it?” Katniss whined.

“Because I actually enjoy baking. You should know this already.” Peeta chuckled as he handled the mixer. After a few more turns, it seemed everything was ready. “I just need to flour the containers now.” Peeta patted his hands on his apron and went back to the pantry.

Katniss took her chance.

She slowly inched her hand forward, her eyes not leaving Peeta’s back, just in case.

Two more inches and-

“I swear, Katniss, if you’re reaching for that dough I won’t make any cheese buns for a week.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she exclaimed, shocked. That wasn’t fair! Peeta hadn’t even turned around, but he knew what she had been about to do.

“Try me, love.” He then approached the table again, watching a grumbling Katniss cross her arms. “You know you can’t have raw dough while pregnant.”

“That’s a stupid rule. I bet it’s invented. How did women manage centuries ago, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know. They sometimes died intoxicated, so no biggie.” Peeta was serious now.

“I wouldn’t die over a bit of dough…” She said it under her breath, but he heard.

Peeta sighed, and Katniss felt a pang of regret. Damn him. “Katniss, do we really have to discuss this again? It’s Thanksgiving, and I’d bet my bank account Aunt Martha would come down here and force you to go to the party if you weren’t so-”

“Go on, finish what you were going to say.” Katniss knew she was so big she might be in need of her own postal code.

“-tired. You’re carrying twins, and that’s not an easy feat. The only thing she asked for was the pumpkin pie with maple whipped cream.”

“Every fucking year.”

“She indulges during the holiday.”

“Why not just get one from the bakery?”

“She wants it fresh.”

“Why doesn’t she come down here and get it herself?”

“You really want your Aunt Martha here? Right now? Today?”

“…No.” Why did Peeta have to be so logical?

“I know you’re crabby and your feet are probably swelling. Let me put this in the oven, and then I’ll massage them with some of that lavender cream your mother gave you.”

“And a bath.”

“A massage and a bath, you got it.”

Peeta, of course, fulfilled his promise and left Katniss so relaxed she fell asleep and didn’t even notice her husband had gone and come back from the Everdeen’s annual Thanksgiving gathering.

By the time she opened her eyes, he was sitting next to her, reading a book.

“Hey…did you all get a proper rest?” Peeta put a hand on her belly, smiling.

“I think so, yeah; they just started moving.”

“I can feel. Here, let me help you up.” Peeta’s strength was no joke. He could single-handedly lift her up, yes, even when she felt like a whale, and prop her on the bed so she could sit comfortably. “That okay?”

“Yes, perfect.”

“Happy anniversary, love.” He presented her with a huge cheese bun, making her laugh.

“Peeta, just because we fucked for the first time four years ago today, doesn’t mean it’s an anniversary.”

“For me it is! Come on, I bet you didn’t think we’d end up doing it in the bathroom that night.”

“I seriously didn’t.”

“But here we are, and that’s all that matters.”

Her husband really was the cheesiest person alive, but she secretly adored that part of him.

“Shut up and let me enjoy my cheese bun.”

“Your wish is my command.”

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #autumn #autumn 2020 #evestedic #submission #prompt

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