#could not stop listening to it while drawing him

[sturnsblogs]

TALKING TO THE BUMP

Fratboy!Chris X Toxic!Fwb!Reader

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You were curled up on your side, one arm draped around your favorite stuffed animal, legs tangled under the blankets. Your room was dark except for the soft amber glow of the lamp on the nightstand. It cast a warm hue across the room, making the shadows stretch long and soft against the walls.

Your bump — now finally starting to show at three months — rose and fell gently under the fabric of your oversized sleep shirt, and you rested one hand over it without even thinking, the weight of it both strange and comforting. You weren’t big by any means yet, but Chris swore he could see it the moment it started forming. “I know your body,” he’d whispered once, brushing his fingers under your shirt like it was holy. “I could tell the second it shifted.”

Now, you heard the fridge click off in the kitchen and the familiar sound of your Stanley cup being filled. A moment later, the floor creaked as Chris padded back into the room, bare-chested and wearing just a pair of gray sweatpants, his hair a little messy from showering and towel-drying it too fast.

He climbed into bed slowly, holding out your water like it was something precious. “Here, baby,” he murmured.

You took it with a sleepy hum and a soft smile, pecking his lips as a thank-you.

But Chris didn’t stop there.

He leaned back in, voice low and a little raspy. “Wait… one more.”

His hand slid up, cupping your jaw gently, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. He kissed you again, longer this time. Slower.

When he pulled back, his nose brushed yours. You barely had time to breathe before he leaned in again. “Actually—wait. One more.”

You giggled softly as he kissed you again, and again — each one a little slower, a little more lingering than the last, like he couldn’t get enough. You reached for his face, fingertips grazing his cheek.

“You’re clingy,” you teased gently.

“Am not,” he murmured against your mouth. “You’re literally growing my kid. I’m allowed to worship you.”

You laughed, eyes fluttering closed as he finally stopped kissing you and tucked himself behind you, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you completely, strong and sure, and one of his hands slid down until it was resting over your bump.

“Look at this,” he whispered, rubbing gentle circles over the slight swell of your belly. “You’ve got a bump now.”

“Barely.”

“It’s there. I see it every morning,” he said. “It’s the first thing I check for. Just to make sure it’s real.”

You smiled, heart softening as you laid your hand over his.

“We’re really doing this,” you said quietly.

Chris pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Yeah,” he breathed. “We are.”

He stayed like that for a while — hand warm on your bump, thumb tracing lazy patterns. He whispered quiet things to it, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke like it was just for you to hear.

“Hi baby,” he murmured. “It’s Dad again. Hope you’re being nice in there. No kicking yet, alright? Let Mom sleep.”

You snorted, snuggling further back into him.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he whispered into your skin. “But take your time, yeah? Just grow big and strong. I’ll wait. I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

You swallowed thickly, trying not to cry from how full your chest felt.

“I love you both,” he said, voice barely a breath.

on your barely-there bump like he never wanted to let go. His fingers moved slowly — tracing soft, aimless shapes, like he was drawing invisible love letters for the baby beneath your skin.

“I think you’re gonna be a boy,” he whispered, the words low and gentle against the crown of your head. “Don’t ask me why, I just feel it.”

You smiled softly, eyes open now, just listening to him. Letting him speak.

“A boy would be cool,” he went on, “someone I could teach to skate, y’know? Show you how to drop in without breaking every bone in your body. Get you your first board when you’re, like, four. Teach you how to keep your balance and flip your tricks.”

You felt the laugh in his chest before you heard it.

“Your mom’s gonna hate that part. She’ll freak out. She’ll be standing there with her phone out yelling ‘Christopher, catch him!’” he imitated, dragging your name out in a higher pitch, making you elbow him softly in the ribs.

“But a girl,” he added after a second, voice turning a little softer, “a girl would be… cool too. You’d be her whole world, huh?” His hand moved a little lower, smoothing over your bump like he was imagining tiny features. “I’d spoil the shit outta you, too. Like… every kind of dress you want, I’d buy it. You’d be the only person I let draw on my grip tape.”

He kissed your shoulder again.

“Don’t tell your mom, but you’d probably get away with everything,” he whispered conspiratorially. “Like… I’d try to be tough, but the second you pout at me, I’d fold.”

You stayed quiet, but you were smiling, eyes burning a little with how full your heart felt.

Chris shifted a little, propping himself on one elbow so he could lean closer to your belly. “Wanna know how I met your mom?” he asked in a hushed voice. “Okay. So I was skating in this dumb-ass parking lot behind the corner store, right? Doing tricks, showing off for no one like I usually do.”

You rolled your eyes at that.

“And she walks out of the store with a big bag of Hot Cheetos and one of those sour slushie things — the kind that stains your mouth blue for like five hours. And she looked so cute. Messy bun, big sweatshirt, frown on her face like she hated the world.”

You let out a soft laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”

Chris grinned against your skin. “Nah, baby. You looked like you were about to fight someone. And I was like… yep. That’s her. That’s the one.”

His voice dropped a little, more thoughtful now. “I didn’t even know why. Just knew I wanted to talk to you. So I came up with the dumbest excuse ever — asked if you had any water. You didn’t. You offered me the rest of your slushie, though. Said I could have it if I promised not to talk to you again.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, nose scrunching. “God, I was so mean.”

Chris leaned down and kissed the bump again. “She was. But I fell in love anyway.”

There was a long pause after that. Nothing but the quiet sound of the fan, the soft thump of your heartbeat in your chest, and Chris’s fingers smoothing over your belly like a lullaby.

“I’m scared,” he whispered finally, like it was just for the baby. “But I’m so happy. I didn’t know I could love two people this much.”

He tucked himself closer to you, letting the silence settle again, his lips pressed gently to your temple.

You stayed there — warm, full, and loved — wrapped in his arms and the sound of his voice.

And maybe, you weren’t so scared anymore either.

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A/N- Btw guys there’s still gonna be angst in this series since it quite literally is toxic but yes ☺️

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[kino-der-infizierten]

THEORY ABOUT BREAK ON THROUGH!!!

WARNING: MAJOR BLACK OPS COLD WAR + BLACK OPS 6 SPOILERS

While Break on Through is loading you can hear "Perseus" saying things to Bell

“Do not trust Adler. Adler is lying to you. Do not trust Adler. Do not listen to Adler. He is lying to you. Find the truth. He is lying to you. Do not trust Adler.”

Perseus' lines in Break on Through loading screen

We know that Bell was a commander (when selected non-binary/classified gender Perseus' operatives call Bell "commander" in Ashes to Ashes) and Perseus' right hand which means there's a high chance that they were very loyal to Perseus, at the point of not telling anything at any method of interrogation the CIA used.

But it would be impossible to actually be him, and even if he somehow could get into Bell's head literally, he still didn't had no reason to, Volkov tells Bell Perseus wanted them DEAD and that is stated MULTIPLE times. He clearly was unaware that Bell was brainwashed and didn't willingly betrayed him.

“That makes this much less unpleasant for you. Perseus has been looking for this one.”

“Perseus has a large bounty on your head.”

“Perseus is paying me a fortune to smuggle his merchandise out of Europe. I bet he’ll pay even more when he finds out I’ve killed you.”

Anton Volkov's lines when Bell gets captured by Franz Kraus in Brick in the Wall.

So then while replaying Break on Through over and over came the idea that maybe the Perseus we see it's actually Bell's mind trying to break out of the MK-ULTRA brainwash

Adler says more about the drug used in Bell in Black Ops 6 when preparing that same drug for Harrow

“Its official name is phenosorazine, but MK-Ultra coined it "Separation". I've had it for a while. Let's hope it doesn't have an expiration date.”

“In most test subjects, it fragmented their psyche. A form of induced schizophrenia. We're gonna find the part of Harrow that's willing to talk to us.”

Russell Adler explaining about the drug used in MK-ULTRA in The Rook: Interrogation (Black Ops 6)

Bell's mind could've separated his loyal part from the rest, which was ""personified"" as Perseus, just like Harrow has her normal side and the 'crazy'(?) side in Separation Anxiety.

This part of Bell wanted them to break out of the brainwashing, using the figure of Perseus because they would listen to the man they were loyal for so long.

And clearly it wasn't only in the Break on Through intro that Bell's loyal part tried to break the brainwashing.

During the mission it gets to a point you enter Perseus' office(?) and it's full of notes, possibly what Bell was thinking during the interrogation/brainwashing, with some being like Bell actually talking with themselves, while others looks like someone else talking with them, which would be his "Perseus" side (not putting all of them here):

"На кого они работают?" → Who do they work for?

"Кто они?" → Who are they?

"HE ДОВЕРЯТЬ НИКОМУ" → DON'T TRUST ANYONE

"не доверяй никому, кроме себя" → Trust no one but yourself

"ОСТАНОВИ ЭТО " → MAKE IT STOP

"ПЦРУ или КГБ?" → CIA or KGB?

"Они хотят убить тебя" → They want to kill you

"Вы знаете, что боль больше?" Do you know that there's more pain? (??)

"Что они с тобой Долают?" What are they doing to you?

"ВЫ Должны БОРЬБА" → You must FIGHT

"УБИРАЙСЯ" → GET OUT

"do you hear it?"

"DO NOT TRUST"

"THEY WANT TO KILL YOU"

"WHO ARE YOU?"

"TELL ME WHO I AM!"

"MAKE IT STOP"

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?"

"WHERE AM I?"

"WHY CAN'T YOU REMEMBER?"

"WHO IS PERSEUS?" [medusa drawing]

"YOU ARE GOING TO DIE HERE"

"DON'T TRUST ADLER" [pic of Adler]

"PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN"

TL;DR

The Perseus voice we hear in Break on Through is actually Bell's side that's still loyal to Perseus trying to break out from the brainwashing

[inquisitornocturn]

For RTAppreciationWeek I decided to just namedrop some people who make the fandom feel a welcoming space and who have been a blast to interact with in one way or another

Thank you all! And in no particular order:

@jaal-ama-daravv for not only hosting the exchange but being extremely patient and holding my hand when I decided to partake. And for being a goodhearted person overall♡

@mscoet/@misscoet for being an amazing friend in every aspect possible and just a wonderful soul to laugh with and talk 40k with. And of course your drawings are just sublime, your art enriches not only the fandom but the world♡

@vossn/@vossprime for being an incredibly funny dude who's a delight to chat with about irl stuff or 40k lore. And of course for brainstorming all kinds of RT stuff♡

@blesby for making me like Marazhai a little more through drawings alone (lol) and for being extremely encouraging. The artistic expression that I see in Bles' art is so refreshing♡

@squiddyshroomies for being who they are unapologetically and for hyping up other people in the fandom while creating with so much passion it's truly inspiring♡

@holylustration for being an inviting and welcoming soul in all things RT related, without shying away to spare a good word or two even if it's not fandom related♡

@annahenriart for being a kindhearted person and for drawing so insanely well. A true treasure to the fandom, no matter which one (and on a sidenote - your solavellan art made me appreciate the ship much more even if I don't go there myself)♡

@redstairs for reading when no one else did and for spreading good energy everywhere they go. And of course for being talented both in writing and art♡

@cawyden-gaming for not minding my long rants about lore and for letting me see their angle about the game, the characters and her very own Venria. And of course for all the guides that help people experience this game in much deeper way than they possibly would otherwise♡

@rikke-reid-art for feeding those who love Calligos with wonderfully sensual art when no one else was doing it♡

@nananarc for being the best spicy Abelard artist that I to this day can't stop gawking at. You were the one who inspired me post (and write) my very first RT one shot, thank you for that!♡

@aethersflames for tirelessly cultivating tolerance and friendliness in the fandom and always providing a listening ear to whoever might want to yap about their OCs♡

@fenlirias for feeding those who love Kunrad unapologetically and giving him a partner that he deserves - one who walks the path with him, one of Chaos♡

@sanzosin for being a great person to talk RT with and for drawing such amazing many things that I will never tire looking at♡

@masyamice/@grushevayabanditka for being not only an incredible artist but also a delight to talk to and an awesome person to joke with♡

I could have said much more but the post is already long. So I'll say this - thank you all for being who you are. Never change and most importantly - never stop creating. Remember - you should do whatever you want, forever! ♡

[r0manceplanet]

okay yipee yay!! haven’t done these in a hot minute so apologies if this isn’t that great… i’m trying >_> !

fandom: forsaken plz!!

pronouns: they them

gender/sexuality: non-binary androsexual (best way i could put ittt ^^)

personality: ummm… i think i’m generally a pretty nice person, i’m rlly empathetic and i luv to talk yap yap i like to run my mouth! i cannot keep it shut and i’m rlly bad at keeping secrets oops. i’m kindaaa stubborn and a big over thinker but i try reallyyy hard not to be;;; i just wanna have fun and b chill ^^

hobbies: ummum arts! anything artsy! like graffiti. baking is sooo awesome and fun doing things with your hands is great. i love music a LOT (specifically rock/metal/alt) and enjoy going to concerts!! i’m also big on conspiracy theories & psychological philosophy :3

likes & dislikes: i generally like weird/creepy things, any sort of horror media! & being outside & doing things, like exploring or looking for bugs. like i said i <3 philosophy but i also love the unknown!! and theorizing!! and debate!! collecting/hoarding things i like is fun too, like knives & license plates. oh and rubber ducks. photography!!! pictures are everything to me!!! i don’t dislike much but i guess umm… the dark! i hate that. strong smells & loud noises freak me out. ppl who are mean to animals babies and old people are a different kind of evil.

mbti & zodiac: enfp 4w5, gemini!!

love languages: acts of service above all but i also adore words of affirmation!! i don’t care much for gift giving.

what i look for/want in a partner: someone who can keep up w/ me, i guess! i get bored quickly, i usually wanna always go do something. i hate silence and i hate distance, i need to be able to vibe & have fun with them always!! i’d also prefer someone who isn’t shy ^_^ .

thank youuu my goat please take your time!!! 🧡

FORSAKEN MATCHUP #1

A/N: Ahhh my first request for a matchup!! And to whoever sent this ask to me thank you so much!! And I hope you enjoy who you get! And, matchups for forsaken are open to everyone!

Press “Read More” to see who you have been matched with!

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You have been matched with… Chance!

• It took me some time to think about who to match you with, and I did have a few characters in mind before I thought of him, and when I did he seems to match you the most, I feel like you two would function so well together.

• Chance is a really calm dude, he can work under pressure and is able to talk to anyone really, I mean, who wouldn’t like him? He’s never fallen in love before you, he was always focused on gambling and the casino he owned. Before meeting in forsaken, you would’ve met him in his casino while you were hanging out with your friends.

• When he met you he was immediately focused on you, why? something about you made him interested in you, maybe it’s because of how much you love to talk with him, and he’s always listening to you yap and adding into the conversation, it’s refreshing for him to find someone to match his energy.

• When you guys start dating, he would spend ALL his money, which you would have to stop him before he goes broke. But he would buy an entire store if you wanted one thing, that’s how devoted he is to you.

• He would definitely bring you to concerts, I can see him as someone who would go to concerts of bands he likes, you guys always have a blast whenever you’re at a concert to see your favorite band, and as a surprise he’s arranged an appointment for you to meet with your favorite idols.

• He always compliments your artwork, he’s in awe whenever he sees your paintings or drawings, he’s someone who would point out the smallest details in your art, and he LOVES it whenever you bake, and if you bake anything that he likes he’s gonna eat it all in 1 minute and ask for more.

• He loves hearing you talk, including if it’s about theories you bring up, he’ll love to theorize with you and debate, you can get him to talk about ANYTHING, off topic but, whenever you guys are chilling at home or out on a date, he would take pictures of you that have amazing views.

• Whenever you’re overthinking about something, or anything that’s bothering you, he’ll always make sure to tell you that you can go to him for anything, and he is of course… He’ll be your emotional support animal if you want. No matter what situation you happen to be in, you’ll always have him, and he’ll always have you.

Round-Ups:

Shedletsky, John Doe

[fangdokja]

🔞𝟑. 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫—𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 ♡ WC. 2,284

He sits on the gilded dais, limbs splayed like a deity carved from violence and smirking blood, four arms draped lazily around two moaning women clinging to his bare chest, their perfume-slicked skin shivering under his touch. He isn’t looking at them.

His eyes are on you.

You, sitting perfectly still just a few paces away, flanked by shikigami guards you summoned with a flick of your wrist the moment you entered his court. The translucent beasts crouch in perfect silence beside your chair, tails brushing against your ankles as they scan the room for threats. You haven’t moved once.

Not even when one of his concubines moans his name in a voice sticky with practiced desire, tilting her body in a way designed to draw male attention.

Not even when he cups a handful of flesh and bites into it, eyes slitted sideways to catch your reaction.

You blink. "I like your choice of wine today."

He bares his teeth. Not at you. Not yet.

You speak with the tone of someone who’s never tasted fear. Apathetic, flat. The kind of voice that makes lesser men feel insulted even when you say nothing offensive. That blandness, that maddening neutrality in the face of him—the King of Curses—grates more than any insult ever could.

"Didn’t expect you to enjoy Onogoroshū," he says, tearing a strip of flesh from a leg of boar with his teeth. He speaks past the woman kissing his throat. "It’s bitter."

"That’s why I like it."

The woman on his left coos something obscene into his ear. The one on his right giggles and grinds her hip into his leg. He doesn’t stop them.

You watch with the expression of a scholar listening to a lecture. Impassive. Observant. Clinical.

And that—

That pisses him off.

He doesn’t understand why. He shouldn’t care. Why would he care if some dull-eyed Gojo heir with a porcelain demeanor didn’t flinch when he put on a show for her? Why should it bother him that you’d rather make small talk about fucking wine while he’s groping someone in front of you?

He’s the fucking Emperor.

He could kill you. Right here, right now. Snap your neck. Make you scream. Tear your precious shikigami limb from limb. Make an example of you like all the other dead prodigies left twitching on the battlefield under his clawed hands.

But you’re not dead. You’re here.

Willingly.

Three dates. Three meetings.

The first was tense, a standoff in a burning shrine where blood ran in rivers and you appeared before him like a ghost with pure lashes and calm eyes, no fear in your voice even as you held off five of his generals with one hand.

The second—odd. He summoned you, and you came. Sat with him beneath a cursed moon and listened to him monologue about how the weak should be crushed. You ate what he served. Didn’t gag at the taste of cursed meat. Even complimented the seasoning.

And now this.

Now he’s taunting you.

For some reason.

Like a child. Like some pathetic mongrel trying to provoke a reaction from a statue.

The woman in his lap moans as he squeezes her throat.

You sip your wine. "The boar was overcooked."

He growls, tossing the concubine aside like a used napkin. She squeals as she hits the floor. The other flinches but remains, her eyes flicking from his face to yours, fear blooming in her mascaraed lashes.

Sukuna leans forward. Slowly. Predator to prey.

Only you don’t twitch. Don’t shift. Don’t breathe faster.

"What do you want, little Gojo?"

You tilt your head.

"You summoned me."

"You came."

"You asked."

"And you accepted."

A beat. Your lips part, just barely.

"I was curious."

He slams his hand down beside your thigh. The shikigami growl.

You don’t flinch.

You just look up at him. Blank. Beautiful. Bored.

"You always surround yourself with women like that?"

His snarl is instant. "Like what?"

"Performers."

It shouldn’t hit. It does.

Because you don’t say it with disdain. You say it like it’s true.

He hates that. Hates how your words dig under his skin, how your cold logic makes him feel like a fool, like some teenage brat playing games with a girl too clever to be caught.

You sip your wine again. "I’m more interested in the cursed technique you used to fuse that sorcerer’s arm to your own last week."

He’s still looming over you. Still bristling. But you’re already shifting topics, already dragging him into that cold intellect you wield like a blade. The court watches with bated breath.

And he...he sits back.

His cock is half-hard. And he doesn’t know why.

You never touched him. Never smiled. Never gave him anything.

Except your presence. Except your gaze. Except that ever-calm demeanor that makes him feel like a raging monster slamming himself against an angelic wall he’ll never crack.

He wants to. He needs to.

But not yet.

He licks the blood from his thumb and smiles at you. Not the false one he gives the masses. A real smile. One with teeth.

"Then I’ll show you."

Your head tilts the other way.

"Show me what?"

He stands. Walks down the steps of the dais until he’s level with you. Taller. Towering. One clawed hand reaches toward your face—and hovers. Blocked by that damn barrier.

Your shikigami bristle. You don’t move.

His fingers curl away.

"The technique."

You nod. No fear. No gratitude. Just that maddening neutrality.

He wants to ruin it.

Wants to break the porcelain.

But not yet.

He’ll wait.

Because when you finally scream his name, when your glassy expression finally shatters under his teeth, when he sees your mind fracture just a little from what he does to you...

It’ll be real.

And for some reason, that’s all he wants.

Even if he doesn’t understand why.

✦✧✦✧

The halls of his palace echo with the weight of centuries, every stone whispering of bloodshed, of power, of pain. The red of the tapestries, the grotesque elegance of cursed artifacts displayed like trophies along the walls, the quiet groan of wood underfoot—it’s all carefully curated horror. A space designed to make intruders feel small.

You don’t.

You walk beside him like you belong here.

He doesn’t speak. Neither do you. The silence is not uncomfortable, though it should be. It should grate, should press into his skull and make his teeth itch. But you walk with your hands folded loosely behind your back, eyes scanning the monstrous decor like you’re a child in a museum, like you’re cataloguing every grotesque marvel for academic purposes.

It’s infuriating.

And—worse—enthralling.

He slows as the corridor opens into a garden. Or what passes for one. The sky above is perpetually choked with cursed clouds, a red sun dripping on the horizon like a wound refusing to clot. But the trees grow anyway. Sakura trees. Dozens of them. Blooming.

Unnatural. Cursed. Petals soft as sin and pink as virgin lips fall in silence around you.

You stop. So does he.

Then you reach out. Not to him. To a branch.

And pluck a blossom.

It’s so delicate in your hand. Fragile. Temporary.

He waits for you to tuck it into your own hair. Or drop it. But instead, you turn. Step toward him.

And offer it.

A sakura blossom. In the hand of a Gojo. Held out to Ryōmen Sukuna, the King of Curses, like a token from a lover.

He sneers.

"How poetic."

You blink at him.

He takes the blossom. Crushes it between his fingers. Petals bleed into pulp.

You don’t flinch.

You don’t scold.

You… smile.

Not the soft curve of lips you show the elders or the mechanical one you give civilians.

No.

This one—brief, barely there—is different.

A smile of genuine mirth.

Like he just did something funny.

And then it vanishes.

You step past him, silent as the petals falling around you.

He stares at the crushed blossom in his hand.

And feels—

His cock throbs.

He’s hard. Harder than he was with both of those courtesans grinding on him like feral things.

For this?

For you?

For a half-second smile and a sakura petal?

He grips the balcony ledge until it groans beneath his strength.

His mind flickers. Wanders. Drowns.

Imagines you bent over that ledge. The garden behind you, cursed wind in your hair. Your body still, perfect, calm even as he rips you open. Even as he fucks you raw. Even as the shikigami vanish under the weight of his domain and he finally—finally—gets to hear that voice break. Those lips open.

He imagines it public. The entire court watching. His concubines trembling. His advisors silent.

He wants them to see it. Wants them to witness the only thing in the world that could make him feel.

He’d fuck you in front of them. Tear that calm mask from your face with every brutal thrust. Watch you fall apart on his cock, unravel beneath his hands, your breath catching on his name like a prayer you didn’t know you believed in.

But the barrier remains.

A perfect, shimmering thing. Untouchable.

You’re still walking. Unaware. Or pretending to be.

He licks the blood from his palm.

He can wait.

He will wait.

Because when the porcelain cracks—

When you break—

It will be real.

✦✧✦✧

You pretend you didn’t smile.

As though nothing had passed between you. As though you hadn’t just handed him a blossom with the same casualness one might offer a pen. As though he hadn’t crushed it, expecting a wince, a tremble, some shift in your glassy calm—and instead received laughter. Quiet. Internal. Real.

You walk ahead of him now, hands still folded behind your back, steps measured and graceful. The cursed wind stirs the hem of your robes, flutters the fabric against your legs, and catches in your hair. That strange, haunting stillness remains. But there’s something else now. A twitch of the corner of your mouth. The tiniest hitch in your breath. Like you’re holding back a laugh.

Infuriating.

He sneers, stalking after you, his footsteps heavier, angrier, each step a wordless curse.

“Mock me, will you?” he drawls, voice thick with venom, laced in contempt. “Think you’re clever? Think you’re above me?”

You glance over your shoulder.

Your expression is blank.

Too blank.

And somehow, that’s worse.

It means you are amused.

You find him amusing.

And you don’t even have the decency to pretend otherwise.

“You’re not special,” he snarls. “No one likes a smug little doll who thinks silence is wisdom.”

You hum.

Hum.

It’s the closest thing to a response he’s gotten.

It sends rage crawling under his skin like insects.

You keep walking.

He watches. Watches how the sun stains you red. Watches the soft petals cling to your clothes, your hair. Watches the way the light makes you look ethereal. Cursed. Beautiful.

And that, more than anything, unsettles him.

You are beautiful.

Not in the obvious way some of his courtesans are—all lips and tits and perfume. Not in the pristine, sculpted way idols are.

But in something quieter. Stranger.

Like an old painting no one dares to hang because they swear the eyes follow them.

If people weren’t so uncomfortable around you—if they weren’t afraid of your powers, your silence, your mind—you’d be favored. Admired. Desired.

That should mean nothing to him.

He has women. Dozens. More than he wants. More than he needs. He fucks when he wants to fuck. Takes what he wants when he wants it.

So why does the idea of others looking at you with longing make something inside him ache?

Why does the thought of you, married to some weak sorcerer who pretends to understand you, make his vision flash red?

Why should he care what you do?

What an idiot like you chooses?

Why haven’t you been chosen already?

No lover? No husband? No one brave enough to touch you?

He doesn't ask.

But his mind does.

And then it spirals.

Fucking spirals.

It brings back the image of you bent over the balcony again.

This time it’s clearer. Sharper. More visceral.

The wind blows. Your robes flutter, caught on the rails. Your skin is bare. Smooth. Pale in the dim red sun. You’re quiet, as always, but your back arches. Your breath catches. He can see your fingers gripping the ledge. Still composed. Still you. But only just.

And he’s there.

Behind you. Inside you.

Fucking you hard, brutal, unrelenting. The way he fucks when he wants to destroy. When he wants to conquer.

And yet you don’t break. Not easily. Not right away.

Your calm cracks slowly. A moan. A gasp. A name—his name—hissed like a secret you swore you’d never tell.

The court is there. Watching.

His concubines tremble, eyes wide. His guards turn away, some unable to bear the sight. Others can’t stop staring.

And his advisors...

Silent.

Because they know what it means.

To have you like this.

To claim you.

To be the first and only to breach that barrier.

And when he comes—when he empties himself inside you, snarling your name like a curse and a prayer—he thinks he might actually lose his mind.

Because you smile again.

That same, brief smile.

Like you knew all along.

Like it amused you.

Like he was the punchline to some ancient, private joke.

He’s hard.

So hard it hurts.

And it disgusts him.

Because the real you keeps walking. Calm. Distant. Not even sparing him a glance.

Still behind that shimmering, perfect barrier he hasn’t yet cracked.

He clenches his fists.

He can wait.

He will wait.

But damn him, it’s going to kill him.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

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[royaltea000]

ohh chillcuck…. (chackchack)

[kittehbiscuits]

"I was fired from the Neitherworld afterlife agency and all I got was a broken nose."

The silly 😜 I need to bash his face in.

Unshaded/uncropped under cut

[anonymusbosch]

sometimes i feel like extending the kindness you can, when you can, is the only thing there is

[reignpage]

❀ In which injured!reader begs Nanami to fuck her

“No, sweetheart, please stop asking.”

Your husband may give in to you all the time because you’re his precious wife, who he loves to spoil, but apparently fucking whilst your ribs are bruised is where he draws the line. Damn him. 

“But, Ken,” you draw out, “we can just go slow. I’ll even be on top, y’know, so I can set the pace or whatever.”

Scribbling something on a risk assessment form, he sits at his desk in his office where he thought he’d be safe from your desperate hands and equally desperate pleadings. How wrong he was. When you wrap your arms around him from behind his chair, breasts pressing in on his shoulders, he sighs and sets his pen down. 

Gentle hands try to pry you off. “I know you, sweetheart. At first, it’ll be slow, and soon, you’ll be begging to go faster, harder, and then you’ll be crying because your ribs hurt. I really don’t want to have to make a visit to our doctor and explain what’s happened.”

Collapsing onto the floor, you rest your head on his knee, nuzzling in a last-ditch effort to get your way.

He pets your hair and coos, “I’m so deeply sorry, darling. You know if I could take your pain, I would. In a heartbeat.”

Irritated beyond reason, you grouch, “If you were the injured one, we still wouldn’t be able to fuck.”

“I’m not so certain that’s true, my love.” With expert touches, he’s manoeuvring you onto his lap, careful not to aggravate your wound. Face tucked into the crook of his neck, you play with a loose thread on his sweater just as he pats your thigh absentmindedly, picking up that pen again with his spare hand. “If it were only my pain on the line, I’d gladly sacrifice some discomfort for your pleasure. Would you want me to?”

“No,” you admit, thoroughly unhappy at how he’s backed you into a corner. 

“How kind." Kento chuckles. "Now, stop pouting and keep your poor husband company. Once I’ve finished this set of papers, I’ll prepare dinner, is that alrig— Ah! Sweetheart!”

Your naughty hand is being snatched off his covered cock before you can lay a second squeeze. Having felt the embodiment of his love for you, you groan. “Kento, you’re harder than a rock. Stop being such a gentleman, and let me suck you off. I’ll play with your balls the way you like and everything!”

He throws his head back, pushing his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Then, with a barely restrained patience, he reasserts for the hundredth time since you’ve gotten hurt, “I’m fine, dear. You don’t need to exert any kind of effort to take care of me. I’m a grown man. Listen, I know this is hard for you, but please consider that this is hard for me, too. Yes, I miss your body; I miss being inside you, the comfort, the warmth, the connection. But I can wait. In fact, I’d much rather wait.”

Silenced by the sincerity in his voice, you can do nothing but pout and listen, all while he holds your hand against his chest.

“If I see my wife wince or tear up because I’ve pushed too hard and gone too fast, I’ll never forgive myself. It’ll haunt me, just like the sight of you all weak and shivering on the concrete haunts me now. Not a day will go by where I’ll ever feel at ease knowing I wasn’t there to protect you. So, no, sweetheart, I will not contribute to your pain, and that is final.”

He's not mad; he's not frustrated or irritated. No, not Kento. Not at his darling wife. Never at you. And that's what drives you even more insane. You so badly want to show your appreciation, to thank him for all his hard work, to ease the guilt in his heart, show him you're fine and��soon so he can actually sleep at night instead of sitting up, awake, anticipating a grimace in your sleep so he can bring you water or painkillers. 

Pecking his lips in surrender, you acquiesce. “Fine, but as soon as I’m cleared to go, you’re never leaving our room until I’m positively stuffed full of your cum, and you’re completely drained.”

Kento smiles, eyes crinkling in the corner. 

“It wouldn't be the first time.”

[fushitoru]

ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! a gojo satoru fic/drabble

cw: gojo x reader, established relationship, fluff LOLLL, gojo being a pathetic loser for his gf, use of baby, babe, reader referred to as gf and wears makeup, gojo being jealous, crack, based off this (instagram link)

"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." Satoru squints at the scene, reading out the caption on the TikTok as he watches the guy on the screen, long ass spider legs laid out on the couch while waiting for you to get ready. Curiously, he clicks on the filter without fully watching the video and starts filming to generate the different types of hugs.

"A back hug." The curious smile on his face slowly fades away as a grimace takes place as he gains the thousand yard stare. "Nine. Okay, not at a good start so far—"

He groans, face scrunching in pain as he exhales out at what he sees on the screen: slow dance hug. Then, he imagines you, a man's hand on your waist and you smiling just like those stupid fucking drawings at someone who's not him—"Ten. Oh my fucking god."

Clutching the lower half of his face, he looks concentrated as he waits for the shuffler to give him some less painful option, groaning in pain once again, looking back at the scene, and then groaning again. "One armed hug," he strains out, blindly reaching for the lowest number he could rank it as.

The filter shuffles yet again, and he's almost in tears, groaning immediately on instinct but then doubling back at his screen. "Polite hug." He contemplates it. "Okay, a two, not so bad, not so—"

A pause. "A classic hug." He stares at the screen like it just betrayed him, until he decides it's not so bad. Reluctantly, he ranks it at three.

Then, he waits for the filter to give him another painful vision, and it delivers. "A slow catcher hug—oh my godddd." Satoru is shaking his head, eyes teary as he groans loudly at the though of you jumping up to another man, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for a hug. If someone was listening to him, it would seem like he was dying with the way he was covering his mouth, shaking his head, and exclaiming "what the fuck"'s as he stared at his phone screen in sheer shock.

Unfortunately for you, you were within earshot, blending in your blush and doing finishing touches as you heard Satoru's shrieks coming in from the living room. He seemed to be on the edge of tears, and worriedly, you set down your brush and rushed to where his sobs were coming from.

And there he was: in fetal position, phone on the floor as he shook his head as if in shock. "Baby," you hurried to him, grabbing his face so you could figure out what was making him so distressed.

He didn't seem to be injured as he meets your eyes, upset. "I can't do this bruh," he laments while turning to be on his back and rubbing his eyes. You just look at him confused.

"Do what?"

He turns, and pauses. Scans you in your champagne dress for the fancy place he was taking you and the way you did your makeup so sultry. It's just for him, but after the events of that Tiktok—that's now stopped filming—all he feels is petty jealousy because other guys can see you like this.

Out of nowhere, he declares, "I can fight."

You blink. "What?"

"I can fight," he repeats, nodding emphatically as if trying to convince himself. Then, after a beat: "Why do I have such a pretty girlfriend?" He groans again, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Baby, why do you look so good right now?"

While he does this, you inspect him for any signs of injuries or things that could've caused him this much distress. Finding none and used to his theatrics, you sigh and pat his cheek. "I’m going to finish getting ready," you say, deciding he’s not in mortal peril after all.

As you return to your vanity, Satoru calls after you, still sulking. "Just so you know, I ranked the polite hug at two. Because I love you. And I can fight."

"Good to know, Satoru."

a/n lowk spiderman!gojo coded. i love writing fluff i would lowk want to write this for nanami i feel like he would slowly grow more and more jealous LMAOAO

[buggachat]

adrien never went to public school / adrienette have never met AU where Ladynoir are dating but Marinette has beef with Adrien Agreste™ on twitter, spurred by her interest in the fashion industry and her friendship with Mylene. ads are all over the place of Adrien promoting products like air in a bottle and NFTs and just generally so many products that are extremely poor taste/bad for the environment. Marinette tweets about beauty standards in the industry and all the shit Gabriel brand does to the environment and how Adrien Agreste perfectly encapsulates it all.

Adrien, of course, never responds to any of her tweets. her tweets are just white noise in the background. she is nowhere near on his level. one day Marinette tweets out something akin to "if I saw Adrien Agreste irl i'd punch him in the face" and her twitter gets banned for Threats of Violence, Alya draws attention to the injustice of it via the Ladyblog and suddenly "I want to punch Adrien Agreste in the face [gets banned]" becomes a bit of a meme. NOW people know who Marinette is and are listening to what she's saying (on her new account or whatever). Chat Noir also tweets that he wants to punch Adrien in the face

A hashtag trends. Marinette caves and starts tweeting about the scandals of the industry on her Ladybug twitter too. Adrien's twitter and instagram comments are flooded with both threats to punch him but also just generally critical comments like "nice pic and all but are you not going to address the sweatshop allegations?". Adrien still does not address it. At most he turns comments off. Marinette is gnawing at the wood of her desk.

Then a Ladybug and Chat Noir identity reveal happens.

Marinette is stunned. Absolutely mouth agape. Cannot form words. Chat Noi— NO, ADRIEN— ADRIEN FUCKING AGRESTE looks at her and is like "oh ha :) .... Marinette Dupain-Cheng, right? You're the girl who wanted to punch me hahaha"

after recovering from her world being shattered, she's like...... "hahaha...... um............... yeah...... uh..... so you... DO know who i am. and you're just. ignoring it then. hahaha... ok... thats....... fine..... anyway..... u-uh...... im not... gonna actually punch you. but. um. k-kitty do you um. maybe want to stop promoting deforestation and all that"

he's like "I don't"

she's like. "yes you do. literally in your newest ad you said to the camera 'who needs trees when bottled air is the way of the future'. like did you really read that line out loud and not see a problem with it"

"yeah, that wasn't me"

"what are you talking abou—"

"it's deepfaked"

"..... what"

"all of my ads in the past few years are deepfakes. I complained too much so my father fired me. turns out that i signed away all rights to my face and voice to him when I was 13 or something. he can just use my face and voice and name however he wants. he generates ads. i dont even have access to the 'Adrien Agreste' twitter or insta accounts. sometimes he makes me do runways but beyond that I'm not involved in all."

"... ... ... ... ... what"

"yeah haha... :") im sorry. i wish i could help you more. but he never listens to me. i don't like it either, i.... i've asked him to stop sooo many times. but he never listens to me. i hate seeing my face used without my consent but haha.... i don't... have any rights here so. sorry. i really wish i could help more"

and now marinette hates "Adrien Agreste"™ ads/posts EVEN MORE and is threatening to kill Gabriel Agreste himself. all while kissing the real adrien agreste silly

[backinmyphase]

You didn't even know how this happened and if you were in your right mind, you would be embarrassed to no end, but somehow you ended up laying in fratboy! Satoru's bed with him on top of you making out, and god who knew what would happen after a few drinks at one of his parties?

But even now you still were wondering why his kisses felt so passionate, why his hand on your waist held you so securely and steady and why were you imagining a faint blush on his cheeks?

What a few drinks do to you, huh?

"Fuck, you are so hot..." he was mumbling into your lips while his other hand explored your body. You felt yourself burning up at his words and after a small whine escaped your lips, he chuckled while creating a small gap between you two.

"Says you..." a poor attempt to flirt really, but it did draw a small laugh from him.

"Soooooo..." he started to lightly pull at your shirt and a bit of panic ignited through your body. "Is this okay?"

He stopped in his tracks and looked at you through his dazed eyes. Blue eyes. Really, really pretty eyes.

Fuck, why were people always judging other girls for spending the night with him? You would do it for the rest of your life if you could...

"Hey, if you don't want to, it's alright-" after your lack of response, the famous fratboy! Satoru really got nervous and looked at you with no of his usual confidence.

"No no, I want this but..." you cleared your throat while looking away. "Could you please turn off the light?"

He blinked at you two times. Then three times. His mouth slowly opening and closing again, making you feel smaller under his gaze and almost clutch onto your clothes. He then sat up while shaking his head. "Why?"

"Oh you know..." you followed him and sat up yourself, while letting out a nervous laugh. "Don't want you to be turned off."

...

That wasn't what Satoru wanted to hear, no never. He looked at you with so much confusion he genuinely thought you were joking at first. But when he saw your awkward smile he couldn't believe you really meant it.

"Me? Turned off? By you?"

"Oh I know how it is, sometimes the imagination is better than reality, I don't want to ruin the fun-" you let out another nervous laugh. You already ruined this didn't you?

"Me? Turned off? By you??" he groaned as he saw the genuine confusion on your face.

"I don't understand..." you muttered while he studied your face with a critical look.

"Listen to me sweetheart." he pulled you close again and you could just barely surpress the little sigh that was about to leave you.

"You're literally the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes on. And I won't be turned off by any part of you, okay?"

Now it was your turn to blink at him. And it was probably just the lightning, but he seemed even more red.

"You are telling that every girl." you accidentally muttered what was supposed to stay in the safe and deadly space of your head, but he heard it and now almost seemed to glare at you.

"Jesus we need to work on your self esteem." he started to hide his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling at the skin. "And I won't fuck you, if I can't admire you, just to be clear. I waited to long for this moment to not see you moaning my name."

Now you were really burning up, what the hell?

"Please, I just don't want this to be ruined by my not so great loc-"

"I waited to long, seeing you every day at campus, admiring you, listening to your sweet voice, to only get a dark room for my first time worshipping you."

"Gojo, stop it-" you felt like dying from his words, feeling him touching you everywhere wasn't helping you in any way. Even if you will dream of this.

"Satoru. You know the name." he groaned into the crook of your neck. "Sweetheart, I think we have to just cuddle for today."

It was stupid but your heart sank at his words because, fuck, you really did ruin it. "Is that so?"

"Yeah. I have to take you out at first so you get that I'm serious."

What a few drinks do to you, huh? If only you knew fratboy! Satoru wanted to ask you out since last year.

Listened to bed chem while writing this hehehe

[bethsvrse]

Mickey 17 and 18 fighting to eat you out?? yes please

smut, oral, fem receiving, technically a threesome?? idk if it counts since they are kinda the same person lol ☠️ also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND REQUESTS FOR THEM 🙏☺️

When you first found out there were two Mickeys, your immediate thought was how the hell you were going to explain this to Kenneth without getting all three of you killed.

Your second thought? There were two fucking Mickeys. Two of your boyfriends. Two men who were hopelessly in love with you.

Two men who would do anything to please you which is exactly how you ended up in this position.

Honestly, you don’t even know how it happened.

One minute, the three of you were arguing about what the hell you were supposed to do, the next, Mickey 17 was between your legs, his tongue lapping at your cunt while Mickey 18 sat by the bed, rubbing over his clothed cock, eyes dark with jealousy as he watched, his grip on himself tightening and his jaw clenching as he watched 17 work.

His tongue moved like he’d done this a hundred times before because he technically had. Every movement over your clit was muscle memory, honed from how long the two of you had been together. Mickey 18 knew exactly what it felt like to have you writhing beneath him, and the fact that 17 was the one drawing those desperate little sounds from your lips instead of him was driving him insane.

He exhaled sharply, shifting in his seat like he was debating whether to wait his turn or shove 17 out of the way. But 17 wasn’t stopping—not even sparing his double a glance. He was devoted, completely focused on your pleasure, moaning against your cunt like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted (because in his mind, it was).

“Fuck,” 18 muttered, palming himself harder. “That’s my pussy too, y’know.”

Mickey 17 lifted his head slightly, looking up at 18 with wide, hazy eyes, lips slick with your arousal.

“But… it’s my turn,” he said softly, almost pouting.

Mickey 18 let out a sharp breath, like he was barely holding himself together. Then, he moved.

Before you could process it, he was between your legs, shoving 17’s shoulder in an attempt to get him out of the way. “Move.”

17 let out a small noise of protest, hands still gripping your thighs, eyes flickering between 18 and you, unsure, almost as if wanting you to tell 18 to wait his turn.

But 18 wasn’t waiting, and honestly, he wouldn’t even listen to you if he told him too. He pressed his mouth to you, groaning as he finally got his first taste, lapping at your cunt like you were water and he was a man in the desert.

17 whined softly but didn’t pull away. Instead, after a beat, he leaned back in, his tongue darting out to flick over your clit, while 18 groaned against your entrance, working his tongue deeper.

The two of them licked and sucked in tandem, their breath hot, their mouths wet and eager, both of them determined to pull you apart.

17 clung to your thighs, eyes fluttering shut as he focused on the sensitive bundle of nerves, whimpering softly with every little twitch of pleasure you gave while 18 was rougher, more demanding, moaning against your cunt as he pushed his tongue deeper, like he wanted to devour you whole.

Pleasure coursed through you, your body arching between them as their mouths worked in perfect, desperation. It was overwhelming, the contrast of them both.

Your fingers tangled in 17’s hair, gripping tight, and he whimpered into you, the sound vibrating through your core. He was so good for you, so eager to please, to be wanted. 18 groaned at the noise, gripping your hips and pulling you even closer to his mouth, dragging his tongue through your wetness with a satisfied hum, like he was trying to drown himself in you.

It was almost too much. Their mouths, their hands, the sounds they were making—moaning, whining, competing for your pleasure.

Your thighs shook as heat coiled in your stomach. Your back arching as you gasped, choking on a moan, and that was all the encouragement they needed.

17 sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking faster, more determined, and 18 groaned into you, his hands spreading your thighs wider, his mouth moving rougher, needier—both of them working together, completely in sync now.

It hit you like a freight train. Your vision blurred, your breath hitched, and then you broke—pleasure crashing through you in waves, your body shaking as they held you down, licking you through it, moaning against you like they were the ones falling apart.

You barely registered the way 18 groaned in satisfaction, the way 17 let out a little whimper, nuzzling against your thigh, licking up every last drop like he couldn’t stand to waste a single thing.

It was only when the tremors in your body subsided that 18 finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking so very smug.

“See?” he murmured, voice thick with pride as he glanced at 17. “That’s how you do it.”

17 just blinked up at him, wide-eyed and still flushed, his lips parted slightly like he was about to argue but then, slowly, a small, almost dazed smile curled at his lips.

“I think we should do it again,” he said softly, voice still breathless.

18 snorted, shaking his head before turning back to you, dragging his fingers over your thigh. “Yeah? What do you think, sweetheart? Think you can handle another round?”

Your body was still trembling, your breath still ragged but with two Mickeys looking at you like that, both of them ready to do whatever you wanted?

How could you possibly say no?

[uravitypng]

big beefy number one pro hero deku is absolutely smitten with you, his chubby little girlfriend, and yeah you're a little bit of an airhead sometimes but that makes you all the more endearing to him.

prior to meeting you he used to feel embarrassed whenever he'd ramble too long about heroes or quirks. after some time people would drown him out after he started his disjointed babbling, not wanting to listen to him ramble. with you it's different, the first time it happened he went to apologise to you. jirou once told him he should try and apologise if he realised he did it to strangers afterwards- especially now that he's a pro hero.

so he goes to stammer out an apology after realising he spoke to you uninterrupted about all might's golden age for five minutes and you tilt your head and giggle at him. izuku draws in a breath. "why are you apologising deku? i really liked hearing you speak. what about his other ages?"

izuku felt like he was malfunctioning, "what?"

you bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling again. who knew pro hero deku is so cute? "like the silver age and the bronze age? are those all the ages or is there like a platinum age too?" izuku grins, you're so interested in what he has to say he can't help it. "wait was is all might's quirk again? he's like strong right? that's his quirk."

izuku pauses for a second before barking out a laugh. you pout and glare at him feigned annoyance. 'she's so adorable and ditzy. i need to speak to her again.'

you constantly praise him, not just for hero work either, and ever single time it makes his entire face red. it doesn't matter that you've been dating for four years now and izuku's brought an engagement ring, he still gets flustered with all the compliments.

people compliment him all the time, it comes with the job, but when you do it it means so much more. " 'zuku you're so brave!" "i don't understand this at all izuku, can you explain it too me? you're the smartest person i know." "you're so pretty." "your hair is so soft." "you're the best hero ever!"

a light sheen of sweat covers your forehead after being manhandled by your boyfriend into the cowgirl position, he loves holding onto your love handles and moving you up and down on his cock, with each bounce your body jiggles. you'll lay in bed with your face buried in his chest as you trace the scars on his arms with your fingertips lightly, "you're so strong izuku." you turn to face him and your chubby cheeks lift as you smile. "i'm so proud of you." his heart skips a beat. he's never loved anyone more than he loves you.

izuku gets possessive of you, he doesn't like people touching you. you're his. before you he never thought he would be jealous or possessive but then you came into his life and he nearly broke the glass of champagne he was holding when he saw todoroki talk to you. he knows todoroki doesn't like you like that, he's liked yaoyorozu since ua but he was too close to you and izuku hated it. his legs moved before he could think, walking up to you both with a forced smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your soft waist, tightly, and kisses your forehead. you smile sweetly at him and lean into his body. izuku brought you home earlier than you thought he would that night, holding onto your thick thigh with one hand while his other hand is on the steering wheel, driving you both home.

his jealous nature was cemented a week after when he saw kaminari talking to you. not just talking to you- flirting with you. if izuku was holding a glass like he was last time he most certainly would of smashed it in anger. you don't even realise what kaminari is doing and izuku knows you don't.

you listen to him talk intently and nod your head, you smile at him and laugh at his jokes. to some people they would think this would be you flirting back but you're not, you're just trying to be nice. kaminari has decided to talk to you and you want to be kind and listen to what he has to say and izuku has really admired that quality about you but right now he wishes you could pick up on the clear signs that kaminari is giving you.

izuku snaps when he sees kaminari look at your cleavage and glance at your body, his eyes lingering on your plush thighs. his voice is strained as he pulls you away from kaminari making some half-arsed, offhanded excuse as he takes you home immediately.

when he saves a small child and he gives them his award winning grin all he can think about afterwards is you. 'who are our kids going to look like? will they have my freckles? or maybe her hair? if they're half as cute as her they'll be the cutest kids ever.' he's already planning their bedrooms and his eyes drift to the baby clothes section at stores.

your boyfriend has the biggest breeding kink known to man and you get reminded of that as he folds your body into a mating press and groans deeply in your ear, "can't wait to see your soft body get softer puppy, promise i'll look after, you won't have to lift a finger." you loudly whine, grabbing hold of his large arms, every thrust causes a loud slapping sound with how wet you are. "you're gonna look so pretty puppy. i'm going to pump you full, make sure you don't spill any for me, just like the good girl you are."

izuku adores you and you feel exactly the same about him.

[csprint]

he wants a baby

jackson wang x f. reader

jackson doesn’t think there’s anything he’s ever wanted more. he’s thought about it early in your relationship, when he truly realized that you’re the one. the one he could start a family with. and when he was sure of it, he was never afraid to share with you how much he wanted this. a baby.

he talked about it a lot with you. it became your regular pillow talk. “you want it too though, right? like, you think about it sometimes?” jackson would ask while holding your back against his chest in bed. his voice always got awfully quiet and soft during those moments compared to his normal tone.

you’d indulge him, tiredly listening or answering him in the best way that wouldn’t make him think having a baby is completely off the table.

he gets so excited, thinking about those things so far ahead. he made sure to promise you that he would take such good care of her. promised he’ll be there to watch her every step. and he was sure to use ‘her’ because he had the deepest feeling that your first child would be a girl.

“of course i do, jackson. it sounds so nice but.. just not right now. it’s not the right time.”

and he’d nod in understanding. your lives were just insanely busy, bringing a child into the relationship while things weren’t slowing down as soon as you’d liked it to, would probably bring more chaos than joy.

“but one day, right? we’ll have a baby one day, won’t we?” he whispered quietly in the darkness of the room, burying his face in your hair.

you pulled apart his hands from where his fingers locked over your stomach and brought it up to your lips, leaving soft kisses on the back of it. “one day.”

but as the weeks turned into months, that one day was never brought up again. after things had finally calmed down a bit, he thought that maybe you’d be the first to bring it up because he didn’t want to seem too desperate, (although he was) but you never did.

jackson silently planned things out to himself. it was going to be nothing but staying home and wasting time together. he even planned the day he was going to propose to you. not exactly in that order.

he was even convinced he was being given signs, just from a simple and innocent encounter with a fan who happened to be a new mother. she wore a white dress and all jackson could think about was what you’d look like in a white dress, post-birth glow.

the fat, rosy cheeked baby sat in her stroller, squealed in utter joy, easily entertained at the childish game jackson had initiated. a smile almost wider than his face came playing onto his lips, entranced and in complete awe of the adorable infant and her baby giggles.

jackson doesn’t think there’s anything he’s ever wanted more.

the night dragged on as it usually did. attending important parties with you because something’s always being celebrated. and then leaving before someone could convince him to take a private plane to another party in a different city.

when you made it back to your hotel room, there was just no way he could keep his hands off of you. kissing all over your face and neck, gripping each part of your body he possibly could and dug his fingertips into your plushy skin.

there was just no way he could stop himself. not when you’re so warm around him, your gasps and whimpers echoing in his ear. not when he’s so balls deep inside of you, his fingers gripping tight on the sheets, making his knuckles turn white.

“tell me when to stop.” he choked out, the vein running down the side of his neck looking prominent.

“w-why?” you didn’t want him to stop and you didn’t know why he’d ask that of you.

“cause if you don’t,” he groaned, hips snapping forward into yours, “i’m afraid i might put a baby in you.” jackson closed his eyes, not sure he wanted to see your reaction, and leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

the soft gasp you let out didn’t go unnoticed or the way you clenched around him, making him draw a sharp breath. he tried to get himself to stop, brought his rutting to a minimum but didn’t completely still inside of you because that would have been pure torture.

“okay.”

jackson sweetly whimpered when you tangled your fingers in his hair and gently tugged at it, making his head tilt back up. he looked at you with widened eyes and a slightly parted mouth.

“okay?” he repeated, wanting to be sure that he heard you correctly.

“yeah.” you shrugged. “i want you to put a baby in me.”

he was so blissful, removing himself completely off of your body and burying his face in his hands. you allow him to revel in it. even if he was too loud, putting you both at risk of getting kicked out. even if he was jogging around the room, nakedly, with his fists in the air, as if he’s won a boxing match. you didn’t mind if he basked a little more.

“we’re going to make the fattest, most cutest baby girl, ever.” you felt jackson’s body again, his frame fit like a missing jigsaw piece.

“what makes you so sure it’s going to be a girl?”

“i’ve got a really good sense for these things. trust me. you’re having a girl.”

your heart suddenly got overly emotional. he was so beautiful and you were in complete awe over his certainty. it didn’t take long for your gawking to finish before his lips were feverishly against yours.

he was so desperate, yet so slow, savoring the moment. the feelings that he caused to belly within you were unexplainable.

jackson lowered his mouth to your breast then took the nipple between his lips, pressing lightly with his tongue. you cried out – like your whole body was too hot and you couldn't breathe – bringing up a hand to trace his fingers across your other breast, but if he stopped you felt like you would die. you gripped his bare shoulders, holding on for dear life against the onslaught of sensations.

you gasped as he pushed into you for the second time, amazed by the electricity that rocketed through you. your legs wrapped around his hips of their own accord, seeking a better angle, searching for more. even now, he moved with grace, sliding in and out of you slowly and steadily. only his rapid breath, occasionally coming out in a strangled moan.

it’s pure torture how slow he is sliding into you but feels exquisite. you gently roll against him, moaning as he slowly moves in and out of you. the pace is keeping the orgasm just out of reach, keeping you on edge; desperately clenching around him and pushing your hips into his to increase speed. but jackson’s hands remain firm on your hips, controlling the movements. both of your breathing is heavy, both moaning loudly as the need to find your release hits an all-time high.

going so slow was hard for him as well, though. he couldn’t hold it for long but he also didn’t want to rush it. and he never liked cumming before you did. what kind of man would that make him? had to treat you right.

jackson dropped down to his elbows, leaning on either side of your face as he panted heavily, the foot of your heels digging into the curve at bottom of his spine.

“please, just a little harder…I need more…I can't…take it…oh god, jackson– “

he interrupted you with a hard kiss, hips rutting a little faster now. the rush of pleasure hit you, and your fingers grasped for purchase on his back, needing an anchor. it was almost unbearable, the electricity building where the two of you were joined, tingling down to your toes and making you lightheaded. jackson panted hot air against your neck, your lips, kissing you again and again, and the energy was building and building.

you looked at his face, knowing his was trying to hold on a little longer. maybe the realization had seriously hit him for real, this time. that this was it and he’ll probably be an actual dad like he wanted.

“jackson,” you panted, cupping his face with your hands, fingers wiping the sweaty hairs that stuck to his forehead, “it’s time.” you whispered.

and he nodded and replied, “okay.” his voice weak and strained.

you noticed his movements had grown more erratic, almost frantic, and the low grunt deep in his throat seemed to shudder down your spine and rocket down to where your bodies were joined.

"oh god," you breathed as the sensation overload finally seized you. your chest was tight and your nerves sizzled and your thighs clenched as the pleasure exploded and seeped into every cell of your body. he groaned, his forehead dropping down to your shoulder when your walls fluttered around him.

you fell into the aftershocks when he thrust into you one last time and cried out your name. you felt the rush of fluid inside you and reveled in the feel of his body shuddering in your arms. he trapped you under his heavy weight but the kisses he softly peppered along your neck and collarbone made you forget that it was hard to breathe.

not even mere seconds after, he started moving again, pushing even deeper, a whimper escaping your lips.

“j-jackson?” you stuttered, thighs tensing around his hips.

“one more time,” he grunts as he suddenly began to pound into you heavily even after he had already came, “just to be sure.”

[heestoleurgirl]

nishimura riki 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ in which you underestimate how clingy your boyfriend actually is, he loves cuddling and kissing you sm :(

genre: FLUFF, fluff and more fluff pairing: bf!riki x fem!reader wc: 1.4k

masterlist 𖤐.ᐟ

it wasn't your first time sleeping over at riki's place. at this stage in your relationship it had become almost routine, you were able to walk around his apartment as if it were your own.

you were currently in the bathroom, just having finished showering. it wouldn't be unusual for you and riki to shower together, however he insisted on doing the dishes left over from dinner while you got the shower all to yourself.

the soft fabric of his shirt felt even better against your skin after you'd cleaned yourself. his smell immediately enveloped you, leaving your lips curled upwards in a smitten smile. why bring your own pjs when you could just wear his clothes? you hummed along to the faint song playing from your phone as you grabbed your toothbrush and got to work.

about a minute had passed, you were so immersed in brushing your teeth and listening to the music that you barely registered a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist slowly. your head shot up, only to see riki's tall frame hugging you through the mirror. his face was lazily buried in the crook of your neck, leaving stubborn strands of his hair to tickle your skin.

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"ki, i'm busy" you murmured, the words muffled with the toothbrush and toothpaste still in your mouth. you had to lean a bit more forward to reach the sink, since riki had pulled you flush against his chest.

"don't care, missed you" he hummed against your soft skin quietly, he loved how amazing and fresh you smelled after the shower.

you laughed softly in return, you were gone for a maximum of 20 minutes, plus you'd already spent the whole day together. yes, you knew your boyfriend was clingy but somehow it never ceased to surprise you. was this the same man that acted cool and closed off around his friends? you rolled your eyes in endearment, and you knew he'd probably start complaining if he saw it. not like you minded it one bit, you thought his soft demeanour was absolutely adorable. (you don't tell him that, he hates being called cute)

riki tugged at your waist gently, urging you to hurry up without words. "c'mon, stop being impatient" you scoffed and smiled, though he was too busy to listen, distracting himself by kissing your shoulder and neck softly.

the toothbrush was discarded in favour of your skincare products. riki's ears perked up at the sound, finally drawing his attention to what you were doing. his face turned from hopeful to disappointed, were you seriously planning on making him wait even more by putting stupid stuff on your face? not on his watch.

you reached for the first product, but your hand never made it. you let out a surprised yelp as riki picked you up in one swift motion and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed absolutely nothing.

"riki!" you whined in protest, though you knew it was no use. you watched helplessly as he grabbed your phone and strolled out of the bathroom like it was the most normal thing ever. "i need to do my skincare! put me down." you tried sounding firm and strict, but failed comically.

"nah" his grip on your bare thighs was firm, before he practically threw you in his bed. riki didn't waste a second, he climbed in next to you and yanked you against his own body, knowing you might try to escape to finish your nightly routine.

his arms snaked around your waist once again, tight enough that there was no chance of you escaping from him, but also mindful not to hurt you. you groaned, feeling a little irritated that you wouldn't be able to finish your skincare. though it was impossible to stay mad when you looked down and saw your boyfriend cuddling you like you were a damn teddy bear. his long ass legs were now tangled with yours too.

"you're so annoying..." you murmured quietly, your voice lacking any real conviction. the words contrasted with your actions completely as you wrapped your arms around his neck and idly played with strands of his hair.

riki felt like he was in heaven. if it were up to him, you would never leave his bed ever again. he loved the way your small body fit perfectly against his, as if you were made just for him. your skin was soft and warm, making you his personal heater. he could feel every soft rise and fall of your chest, along with the faint sound of your heartbeat.

his hands began to wander mindlessly, slipping under your shirt (his shirt to be precise) to caress the bare skin there. you shivered slightly when you felt his feather light fingers trail down your spine, moving over the curve of your backside and stopping at your thighs to rub them gently.

your unfinished skincare was long forgotten now, all you could focus on was how good his touches felt. it was as if you could feel the love and care behind every single one, even when he was so tired and quiet. you thought your heart might burst from the amount of affection you had for him in this moment.

riki groaned softly when your fingers involuntary tightened in his hair. you removed your hands from his dark locks and cupped his face instead, gently pulling his face up so you could look at him. his messy bangs covered his eyes, but they seemed to be extra round right now as he looked up at you adoringly.

you were no expert on feelings but the look in his eyes made your stomach churn with a sudden rush of butterflies, you swore you could see hearts in his eyes. for a moment you were breathless, just staring at his pretty face.

he slowly inched closer, taking advantage of your distracted state to press his pink lips against yours gently. no matter how many times you kissed, it always made your heart race and your brain feel all fuzzy. his cheeks were warm and soft under your fingers, and time seemed to stop completely around you two.

you weren't sure how much time had passed as you were completely tangled against him, your lips moving each other leisurely. riki's hands wondered yet again, trying to caress and touch as much of your skin as he could, he absolutely adored every inch of you. every time you pulled away a bit for air, he would wait a second at most before diving right back in. the action made you smile against his lips, making your heart beat fast yet again.

minutes later, he pulled away and switched to pressing soft kisses across your face. your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, he didn't leave anything without a gentle smooch. you couldn't help the dumb smile that was plastered on your face, you closed your eyes and quietly let him do as he pleased. one of your hands detached from his cheek to once again stroke his hair.

riki opted to leaning back a little to appreciate your cute face, a faint blush visible on your cheeks. he poked your side lightly to get your attention, making you open and jokingly narrow your eyes at him. "what?"

"nothing. you look pretty." he smirked, hoping to see you become even more flustered, he loved having that effect on you. knowing you were just as affected by him as he was by you.

seeing his smirk, you decided to tease him a little. "i'm gonna go finish my skincare." you announced abruptly and shifted, moving out of his arms as if you were actually about to leave the bed. to nobody's surprise, riki immediately pushed himself up and tugged you right back against him.

"you're not going anywhere, don't even try to leave." he playfully glared at you and pulled you so you were laying under him, caged between his arms.

before you could tease him further, he laid directly on top of you, crushing you with his weight. you let out a groan/laugh and nudged his shoulder, but he wouldn't budge.

"ki! i can't breathe!" you whined, wriggling under him in an attempt to get him to move. unfortunately for you, riki made absolutely no effort to get off you.

"looks like you're having a seizure, i might need to give you mouth to mouth so you don't die." he smirked yet again, and leaned down to kiss you before you could protest or complain.

safe to say, you didn't do your skincare that night. though, feeling his lips against yours was a damn good alternative.