#enjoy and please reblog I wanna see the soup get fucked up

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Lloyd Hansen + stalker + “I knew you’d taste incredible.”

Well thank you for your patience since the muse decided to fuck off to places unknown once I dug into this. I really hope you enjoy my take on this Siri! ❤️

How My Poor Heart Aches, With Every Step You Take

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

W/C: 1064

Warnings: stalking, gunplay, enough crazy to go around

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much! As always comments and reblogs are much appreciated! ❤️

You fluffed the pillows on the couch, your anxiety translating into cleaning. Things had been weird lately. You weren’t sure what was off but something was.

You smoothed your hands down your dress, and walked into the kitchen. You couldn’t stop your hands from moving. Checking on your dinner would calm you a bit.

You saw a flash of headlights through the kitchen windows. It was late for anyone to be visiting. You went to the front window, pushing the curtain aside just enough for you to peek into the driveway.

Nothing.

Maybe someone had used the driveway to turn around?

You shrugged and returned to the kitchen. Puttering around and checking your soup. This meal was going to be perfect. Five courses, a beautiful bottle of wine, everything was exactly how you wanted it.

You took off your apron and washed your hands, deciding to set the table while you waited for everything to be done.

When you entered the dining room, you saw a figure in the shadows. You couldn’t quite make out their face, but the stance was one that was unmistakable to you. You let out a shrill scream and dropped the plates and cutlery in your hands, shattering the glass.

The tall man slinked out of the shadows, with a gun raised in your direction. “You wanna tell me what’s going on here Suzie Homemaker?”

You shivered and took a step back. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for, and now you were paralyzed. You had planned and planned for this moment, and yet still, here you were with your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“Speak. Now.” He leaned forward across the dining room table, letting his full size show. You knew he was intimidating, but this was something unlike anything you had seen before.

”I - uhh…” you cleared your throat and tried again, “I’m sorry. Lloyd, I know this must be quite a shock for you. Honey, I’m here to take care of you.” You smoothed your hands down your dress, and took a few steps towards the mustached man. “I see how hard you work, and I know that things are so tough right now. You have to know how much I care about you, don’t you sweetie?”

Lloyd’s eyebrow quirked up, and he stood back to his full height. He motioned for you to go on with the gun in his hand.

“I made you a wonderful dinner, I know you’ve had such a long day. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll bring it out for you.” Your smile turned a little manic as he smirked at you.

”Oh yeah, no I don’t think so Buttercup.” Lloyd strutted around the table and placed the gun under your chin, tilting your face up to his fully. “Here’s how this is gonna go: You’re gonna go clean up that horrendous smell in my kitchen, and then you’re gonna get the fuck out of here before I make you. Got it?”

You let out a sweet giggle, before reaching up to cup Lloyd’s cheek. “Honey, don’t be like that! I made all of your favourites. I even have something special planned for dessert.” You winked at him and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Please baby,” you whispered against his lips, “I worked so hard for you.”

Lloyd’s eyes narrowed, you could see him running through all the possible situations in his mind. “I have to make a few calls. Do. Not. Leave.”

With that he turned quickly and left to his office.

You went to the pantry and grabbed the broom to sweep up the broken glass. After the mess was cleaned up and the table was set, you set about putting all your work into serving dishes. You had to impress Lloyd, this was your only shot. And if the man wouldn’t eat your dinner, you were sure there were other ways to persuade him.

When you returned to the dining room with your final dish, you saw Lloyd sitting at the head of the table. You pasted a broad smile on your face, “You ready to eat Honey?”

Lloyd snorted, but didn’t say a word. You served him some soup and salad, then served yourself before sitting.

“Wine?” You asked.

He only shook his head. He was staring at you, the look in his eyes one you couldn’t exactly read. You nervously played with your napkin, the feel of the cotton soothing you slightly. Suddenly Lloyd smirked, “Come here.” He held his arm out towards you.

You stood on shaky legs, this wasn’t going at all the way you expected. But he wasn’t throwing you out, so you followed his direction. He perched you on the edge of the dining room table. “Alright Sweetcheeks, let’s do some real talk shall we?”

You nodded dumbly, not sure at all where Lloyd was going with this.

”I’m going to ask the questions, and you’re going to answer them. Lie to me, avoid the question or do anything I deem suspicious,” He trailed his gun between your thighs, “Understood?”

You nodded again, but at his stern glare you cleared your throat, “Yes Sir.”

Lloyd smirked and dragged the gun closer to the apex of your thighs, “Great! What are you doing here?”

You gave him a perplexed look, you’d already told him this. You sighed and answered, “I told you Honey, I just want to take care of you, I love you so much.”

He hummed, “And how long have you been watching me?

You drew in a harsh breath, you had to answer. “Six months.” You hung your head, as tears started to gather in your eyes. You felt Lloyd press the gun into your soaking wet cunt, but instead of fear a jolt of arousal ran through your body sending shivers up your spine.

“Eyes up, Buttercup.” When you returned your gaze to Lloyd’s you saw mischief dancing in his eyes. You hiccuped on a sob as Lloyd began teasing you with the muzzle of the gun.

“I-ngh-I’m sorry.” You tried to bite back the arousal spreading from where Lloyd had his gun pressed against you.

He drew it away, and brought it to his own lips sucking on the tip and humming loudly. “From the crazy in your eyes, I knew you’d taste incredible.”

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Sex night

↪characters: Aizawa Shota x dom!reader

↪genre: smut, fluff

↪pronouns: not mentioned--AFAB reader

↪TW/CW: sitting face, squirting, aizawa cumming untouched, oral sex (reader receiving), dom!reader, uses of petname, uses of master title. (let me know if I forgot something)

↪WC: 1.722

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Probably there are so many grammar errors, so I’m sorry.

Please, reblog. It’ll makes me happy! Hope you enjoy <3

I open the door of our apartment with a heavy sigh, day was exhausting, so much trouble for so little time. I leave my purse on the hall table and went ahead for the living room searching for him.

"Baby, I'm home!"

"Coming!" Aizawa shout from the bathroom

I enter the kitchen to drink some water while he's finishing his shower. I sit on the chair's bench passing through the social apps in my phone, getting immersed in trivial things. I didn't notice him approaching my side, only lifting my head when I feel him involving me in his slender arms. I put the phone down returning the hug and hiding my face in his neck, inhaling his fresh scent, feeling all my tiredness leaving me.

"How was your day, kitty?" I smile hearing the nickname. Always loved his voice, even when he's only murmuring to himself something about the students turning his life into hell, it's so quiet and calm, relaxing. He has this effect on me, regardless of anything he can always calm me down.

"Stressful, at least I'm here with you now. Yours?"

"Normal" He starts patting my head slowly, leaving sweet kisses all over my face and finishing with a peck on my lips. I smile and tighter the embrace as a thank you.

"Are you hungry?" I give him a nod "Good. I'm gonna make something for us"

I stay sitting, watching him cooking for us, admiring the sight. His face frowned in concentration as he cut the vegetables, his hands floating through the kitchen leaking skills as everything he did. The dinner was set on the table one hour after.

After the soup, I went to the bathroom for a shower.

Now we're laying on the sofa watching TV, my head positioned on his arm while his other one is surrounding my waist, my back against his chest, and his face hiding between my neck and shoulders, his breathing warming me up in a comforting way.

"Are you awake?" I turn to face him without an answer.

"Hi," He says before leaving a peak on my lips. I smile and return the kiss. "Can I help you relax?" Aizawa lifted himself, doesn't waiting for my response, and put himself on top of me, kissing my jawline.

"Baby, I'm sorry but I'm very tired," I said, throwing my head back allowing him more access to my skin.

"You don't need to do anything. Please, I wanna make you feel good" I let go a sigh hearing his voice on the foot of my ear, causing me goosebumps. He smiled, knowing that he won. "I need hear you saying, kitty."

"If you don't run with it maybe I change my mind" He chuckles.

"Ok, ok, I understood," He says as he reaching for the hem of my shirt lifting it, and throwing the piece of clothing to the floor.

He goes down while leaving wet kisses along the way. He's staring at my chest with lusty and a small smile playing on his lips. He starts with sweet pecks between my breasts becoming wet open mouth ones, he reaches the nipples and starts sucking around the bud. I grip his black strands and pull it harder, getting a hum of the older—he adores when I treat him roughly—signaling that he was supposed to stop teasing. Getting the message, he opens his mouth and gets the bud between teeth, circling it with his tongue and sucking it hard getting a moan of his name. I arch my back, gripping his hair stronger and pulling his head closer to me,—if that were possible—getting a groan from the bottom of his throat and a bite on my swelling bud. Aizawa always said that he loves my breasts, the feeling of them against his face goes him crazy. While he's giving attention to one breast his free hand starts playing with the neglected one. All of this, he does, looking directly into my eyes.

He continues playing with my breasts, alternating between them until he gets pleased. I pull his face up for a kiss. And he continues his path. After, he passed through my belly, leaving sucks, kisses, bites. Before he gets my remaining clothes off me, he licks around my bellybutton while he saw me shivering at the feeling of his tongue. He pulls off my shorts and underwear and looks directly at my cunt, soaked after his teasing, with an intense look, he runs his nose against my core, smelling my desire. He takes his hands to my clit and pulls the hood up, leaving it exposed to him—all I can do is breathing heavily, my legs shaking for the waiting. My body is burning with desire, I can feel the sweat all over my body. Then, he blows the swollen clit and my legs shake more, I let a whispering "fuck" pass through my dry lips. I grip his hair again, pulling his face closer to my core, but I find resistance. Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and turned us on the sofa making me sit on his chest. Seeing my confusion he explains "I want you to sit on my face, ride my face until you feel satisfied. I want you to use my face for your pleasure." He can feel me shivering and shaking with desire at his submissive tone. God, he knows what he does to me. As one last blow, he whispers "Please, maste-" I didn't allow him finished his ask, I'm smothering him with my pussy and locking my legs around his face grabbing his hair. We both groan simultaneously at the feeling. He wraps his arms around my legs and presses them around his face. He gives the first lick from the bottom up, dragging his tongue to the clit and moving in circular motions at a slow pace, return to the hole, in and out, circling it, dragging his teeth on my clit. Always hitting the right places. I can't control my moans at this point, I'm pressing my legs tighter around the side of his head. I can feel his nose on my clit, his whimpers as I use his face. I reach forward e and grab the sofa arm.

"SHIT!! that's it, baby, like that -fuck-" He sucked hard my clit, that's my limit. I press his face on my core and starting ride faster, his hands are squeezing my thighs and he's eating me out like I'm your last meal. "Oh my god, that's it, baby boy. You're so good - fuck- I love your mouth, always so good!" I said, looking at his beautiful face between my legs—like a faithful devotee—and I'd see his eyes rolling to the back of his head and shooting close. "Look at me." He stayed that way "I said to look at me." I raise my hips and he opens his eyes immediately.

"Why did you stop?" He raises his head searching for my cunt. I push him back to the sofa.

"You are going to look straight into my eyes until I say that's enough. Do you understand?" I grab his dripping sticky face, covered with my juices, waiting for his response.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I- please, I need more." I almost cum on the spot, fuck, why he has to be so fucking beautiful.

I return to my previous position, riding his face. Aizawa takes his fingers to my slit, rubbing the hole and put two fingers, bumping into, twisting his wrist just that right way, curling his fingers, hitting my g-spot, sucking, licking, leaving little bites over my clit. I could pass out from so much pleasure. All are incredibly pleasant, overwhelming. I can feel my climax getting more and more closer—but a little bit different as the usual—Aizawa, noticing it too, quicken his pace and unconsciously starts slightly bumping his hips into the air. I hold his hair tighter, pulling his black strands, my legs start shaking, my chest moving up and down with my breathing becomes desperate, my vision gets blank; I arch my back, throwing my head back, feeling the knot in the stomach tighter, my walls clenching in Aizawa's fingers. "CLOSE - FUCK"

He's watching me intensely, carefully, and marveling himself with the sight, getting more and more pleased by himself, knowing that he's the one who makes me feel that way, that he's capable of getting me like this, above him, riding his face and pleasuring myself, using and abusing of him, just like the way I enjoy.

I reached my climax with a loud moan of his name, arching my back and tensing all my muscles, cumming, squirting, all over his face. To Aizawa, that's the vision of the gods, he can't help himself of arch his own back—feeling his cock twitching and his balls squeezing, feeling his entire body burning, the coil in his stomach compressing tighter —his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and, just like that, he came, with a muffled loud groan he cum inside of his trousers.

I feel my body getting relax and heavy. Aizawa helps me to lay beside him while he's licking his lips, savoring my taste.

"Oh, my-fuck- baby. This was amazing." Aizawa says as he drags me to lay in his chest, wrapping me in a hug. I start to kiss him and reach my hand down to help him but he holds my hand intertwining his fingers with mine, kissing the back of it. "You don't need to, I'm already done"

"Oh- this was hot" He chuckles hiding his face between my neck and shoulder.

We stayed lie until we recover and went to the shower for cleaning and relaxing.

Now we're in the bathtub, my back against his chest, his arms wrapping my body, and his head laying in my shoulders. I'm patting his head humming some songs.

"Are you relax?"

"I can say so" Smiling I reaching for his lips, leaving a small kiss "Thank you, love"

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Moment of weakness pt.2

Hi guys! part 2 is here. I just wanted to say thank you all so so much for all the feedbacks, support, likes and reblogs for the previous part. It made my heart swell with joy. love you all! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. Please know that I tried to tone down the angst on this part. but failed. haha sorry, I’m a sucker for angst stories. 

Anyway, heres part 1 if you haven’t read it yet. 

Warnings: lots and lots of angst, cheating, swearing, use of drugs and writings of an amateur wanna-be writer.

GIF not mine ctto.

Arón x reader

Arón’s P.O.V

Loud music was blasting through the speakers as the crowd go crazy. Night out with the boys was always fun. And it is. But not for me at least not tonight. Guilt was drowning me. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard Miguel’s voice.

“Do you love her?” Miguel asked me out of nowhere. But I answered immediately. It was a no brainer question. “Si, I love her with everything in me” I said wholeheartedly.

“Who?” He raised an eyebrow. “Hermano, I never mentioned a name. Who were you thinking?” he said with a straight face. He knew about my unfaithfulness. Oh boy how he wanted to beat the shit out of me when he found out I was cheating on Y/N. I begged him not to say a word saying I should be the one to tell her. And I was really planning to. I just don’t know how.

“Y/N, of course. She’s my girlfriend” I meant it. I was really thinking of her when I answered Miguel’s question.

“Then why are you doing this to her?” Miguel pushed as if I wasn’t on the verge of a mental breakdown yet.

He had me speechless. This fucker. It felt like as if a truck on full speed ran over me, shift gear to reverse and ran me over and over again. “No more” I whispered to answer Miguel’s question.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A moment of weakness. The other woman, she, who-shall-not-be-named and I met on set. She was our make-up artist. Damn, Y/N even met her once when she visited me. There was no excuse to what I did or why I did it but that supposed to be a one-time thing became a bad habit. 4 months. I’ve been fucking her for four months and I swore every damn time that it was the last one. That we’ll stop. But I craved for her. Stupid.

But that’s over now. Tomorrow, I swear I will end it once and for all. I can’t do this to Y/N anymore. I love her too much. Fuck. I even bought her a ring. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, make up for all the mistakes I’ve done.

Sometimes, part of me just wanted to pretend I did nothing wrong, go on with life and not tell Y/N. I am scared as hell but she deserved better.  I knew what the consequences might be but I owe her the truth. My hands are shaking I couldn’t even insert the fucking key on my door’s keyhole. “Joder!” I sigh frustrated.

 Once I got in our apartment. All things went to shit. Everything was a blur. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor wishing a truck really just ran me over.

I lost her. Puta mierda. I lost her.

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Hours turned to days, turned to weeks, turned to months. I don’t even know what the date today is. All I know is that I want to numb the pain. And what better way to do that than to turn to alcohol and drugs. I felt my body getting weaker everyday but I don’t give a fuck. What else am I gonna lose? Oh, that’s right. Nothing! Oh god, I don’t even know where she is right now. I tried to call her. I tried to look for her but nobody knows where she is. I really tried.

So here I am sitting on my bathroom floor drowning in sorrow, high as fuck. I feel awful but that doesn’t compare to the hurt I felt when she told me she was done with me. I keep on hearing her voice inside my head. I see her every damn time I close my eyes. Memories flooded in my brain. The way she looked at me with anger in her eyes. The pain and disappointment in her voice as she told me she knew for months. She’s been suffering alone for months. But I was too selfish to see it. If I just loved her properly maybe I would still have her.

I miss the warmth of her body. Her soft lips against mine. The way our bodies perfectly fit together when we’re making love. How she would always make my days better. She’s my rock, my everything, she kept me sane. I wished I realized this sooner before I hurt her as badly as I did.

Everything is spinning, my head hurts like a bitch.

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Y/N’s P.O.V

You swore you’ll never be back here but you need to get the rest of your things. It’s been a month and a half in hell. You don’t know what to expect. Maybe he’s with her. You thought. Maybe he asked her to move in with him by now. But you couldn’t care less. It’s none of your business now. All you have to do was to grab your things as fast as you could and fly out the window.

You open the front door and slowly walked in like a thief, careful not to be seen nor heard. You went straight to the room you used to share with Arón. You felt a sting on your heart. You missed this. As you were grabbing your bags, you heard a small sound coming in the bathroom.

Fuck! He’s home. You panicked.

You don’t know what’s gotten into you but you felt like you have to check the bathroom and so you did.

As you entered, you saw him sitting on the cold hard floor with his back leaning on the wall for support. He had his eyes closed and looking so pale as the night you left him. It scared you for a while thinking he’s passed out or even dead. Until he stirred a little. You let out a sigh of relief.

You felt bad for him. Yes, he broke you, but still, you loved him once in your life and seeing him like this still had an impact on you. So, you kneeled in front of him. Held his face trying to get his eyes to open. “Hey, Arón?” you nervously said.

“No, no, no, god, no, por favor, no… Detener, hazlo parar.” (…stop, make it stop) he whispered. Eyes still shut closed.

You were confused. ‘til you looked around and saw empty bottles of alcohol. And what the fuck is that? Is that joint? And Pills? Oh, god. He mixed all of this? You thought to yourself. That’s when it clicked you. He thought he was hallucinating.

You got up to get a towel. You soaked it with cold water and wipe Arón’s face with it gently. Memories of you with him starts to creep in and you swore you wanted to run away. But you stayed.

“Arón” you tried speaking to him again. Shaking him a little. That’s when his eyes opened.

“Y/N,” he whispered. You barely heard him, he looked straight at you. “Bebé? Is it really yo.. are you really here?” he said as he reached out for you for confirmation that you really are there.

“Yes, I’m here. what did you do? What’s all this? How are you feeling?” you asked all those questions. Sounding more concern than you should be. As if you were still his girlfriend.

He just shrugged as tears start building up on his tired eyes. It took a while for him to answer “I missed you bebesita”

“I told you not to call me that” oh no, the anger you had inside you starts to resurface.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did. I-I.. just missed you s-so much. Duele mucho.” (it hurts so bad) He said. Finding it difficult to speak. Shutting his eyes again. Wincing in pain. Not because he felt like shit because of drugs and alcohol but because he felt your anger towards him.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed so you can rest. I’ll make you some soup” trying to hold back tears. He will never see me shed a tear for him ever again. you thought.

You helped him up. Lead him to bed and when he lied down, he murmured “Gracias” as you wiped his face and torso with the towel you still have on hand. Gulping a little when you saw his bare torso. god! he’s beautiful. You snapped out of it and pull the covers up to cover him. Not today satan! You thought to yourself.

You look at his sleeping form for a few seconds. Indulging his appearance: his pouty lips that you oh so loved, his mini tattoos, his moles, his shaved head with his little curls starting to grow back, for one last time. As you wished this was really the last time you had to see him. You wanted to move on. You needed to move on. But as you turn around, he grabbed you by the wrist.

“Stay. Lay down with me. Por favor… at least just until I fall asleep” He begged looking at you. You can hear the pain and tiredness in his voice.

You just stood there dumbfounded not knowing what to do. “Please” you heard him repeat himself. That’s when you finally gave in. took off your shoes and got under the covers with him. Fucking satan’s not done yet. He got me this time.

You were laying on your back when he turned to you and put his head on your shoulder and wrapped an arm around you. And you let him. You let him. It felt like it was killing you over again but at the same time it brought you sanctuary. You don’t even know how that’s possible. But you missed this. You missed him.

Both of you were enjoying the moment in silence until he spoke softly “Y/N, I’m really sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you… if I could just turn back time you know I wou…” you cut him off.

“Shut up, Arón” your chin starts to quiver as you felt fresh tears starting to form. “Please. Stop it. I can’t...” you were the one begging now.

He obeyed you. Not a single word fell out of his lips. His breathing was steady and you could hear his soft snores signaling he’s already asleep. You carefully got out of bed. Then headed to the get the rest of the bags you came here for. You had already prepared them that dreadful night. And just as you were about to turn the doorknob to leave. You heard him speak in his sleep.

“She’s not worth it, Bebé”

And just like that. all the tears you held all day, burst. You covered your mouth with your hand and hurried yourself to get out of that room and closed the door. You slide down on it as you felt your legs got weaker while you cried your heart out. Fuck you satan, that one hurt like a bitch.

Oh, how the tables have turned. Now, you were the one on the floor, weeping.

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Note: That’s it guys! I was torn between a happy ending or this one. But since I’m an angsty biatch, I went for this one. And I’m not really sure if we are supposed to forgive someone who broke us like this. Anyway, before we get personal here, I want to thank ya’ll again for reading.

Also, I’m considering on making this a trilogy. Oorrr it’s better just to leave it like this. What do you think? Feel free to drop suggestions. Ciao! <3

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UPDATE! READ PART 3 HERE 

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In The Quiet {Eijirou Kirishima}

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated! Apologies if there are a few inconsistencies with the movie, I haven’t seen it since its opening night back in February! This was mostly written as a self-indulgent piece because I’ve been super stressed and anxious lately, and I think sometimes just saying you’re afraid is a big step.

She took a deep breath and focused on the mushroom in her shaking palm. It was the last one, she reminded herself. One last mushroom for the miso that would be served to the island’s residents in the morning. They’d long since retired to bed and the class had formulated a plan for the next day, but she’d felt there was more work to be done.

The mushroom began to split apart like an optical illusion with a mirror, blooming left and right as it peeled untouched in opposite directions. In less than a minute there were two identical mushrooms in her hand and her vision was beginning to blur.

“You didn’t need to make thirty extra,” the voice of Sato chided gently as her eyes closed to stop the dizziness.

“N-no, s’better that I did,” she breathed. “That’ll make five extra pots of soup in the morning s-so there won’ be a need to ration as m-much.”

He frowned. “You overworked yourself pretty badly; you need rest for tomorrow.”

“S’okay,” she said with a shake of her head, grimacing when she realized how much worse it made her feel. “Gotta make sure th’ plan’s ready, war room’s waitin’.”

She dropped the mushrooms into the small crate she’d been filling for the last forty minutes or so and stumbled to the doorway, Sato following closely. Out in the hallway she braced her hand against the cool metal and slowly trekked to the small office room they had all met in earlier in the night as the storm outside had raged. The thunder and lightning had dissipated, but the tense atmosphere hadn’t.

When she reached the room she slumped in the doorway, all eyes of the few lingering classmates turning to her as Sato steadied her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Sero? Ur’aka? Wanna talk?”

The two exchanged a look before waving her over, then thinking better of it when she took a shaky step, went to her.

Kirishima watched them go to his girlfriend, brows furrowed in concern as he half listened to Iida go over their team’s plan for the seventh time. She looked pale and sick, her body trembling enough that he could see it from across the room. He could tell that she’d massively overdone it with her quirk and was likely on the verge of passing out.

“Hey uh, Kirishima?”

He snapped from his thoughts to see Sato in front of him apologizing to Iida, Todoroki, and Tsu for taking him aside. They didn’t fight it, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to focus with her looking the way she did.

“What happened?” he asked as they stepped away.

Sato sighed. “I found her in the kitchen multiplying food for the morning. She made enough for at least five extra pots of miso which is easily thirty-five or forty more portions because she thought it would help not to ration as much since the residents are gonna be in for a long day too.”

He closed his eyes and blew out a breath. Part of him wanted to be mad that she’d pushed herself far past what she knew her limit was, but the much larger part of him knew that he would’ve done the exact same thing if he could. Being a hero meant helping others and going Plus Ultra to do it.

Opening his eyes he gave Sato a weak smile. “Thanks for telling me, man. I’ll… I’ll make sure she gets some rest.”

They bid each other goodnight and he walked to where she stood with Sero and Uraraka discussing their roles for the next day in slurred syllables strung together with a tired tongue. Their classmates watched her warily, ready to catch her if she collapsed.

He slipped an arm around her waist and her body sagged against his in recognition, bleary eyes glancing up to meet his with a lopsided smile sliding across her lips.

“Hey, you two mind if I steal her?” he asked.

Sero shook his head. “No worries, I think we’re good for tomorrow. Have a good night, yeah?”

Uraraka smiled and quietly joined Midoriya at the table where the island’s map was still spread out with scribbled plans marking the canvas.

Not wanting as many eyes on them, Kirishima dropped his arm from her shoulders to place his hand on the small of her back and steered her back into the hallway so they could talk privately. Once they were a few meters away from the office he began to speak with cautious words.

“Sato said you multiplied a bunch more ingredients for the morning.”

“Mhm.”

“You had the energy to do that after multiplying what we had to make dinner?”

Her head lolled from side to side. “Don’t want anyone goin’ hungry.”

“Your heart’s too big sometimes,” he chuckled fondly.

“One’a talk, aren’t ya?” she replied.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he admitted. “The fact that Todoroki and I are taking the next shift to watch the villain we captured and stand guard probably doesn’t help my case. I should actually go back in and grab him, we have to meet Mina and Shoji downstairs soon. You should head to bed.”

She blinked. “No, ‘m waiting for you.”

“You need rest to get your energy back up for the morning,” he said quietly, feeling her slump against him. “C’mon, I’ll take you up to the room you girls are sharing before I go on shift.”

She shook her head. “I’ll wait up w’ you, s’only an hour. Then we’ll sleep.”

“No, you’re dead on your feet,” he replied. “Plus I can’t stay anyway, I don’t wanna make the others feel awkward being in the room with all of you. Look on the bright side, it’s only one night.”

“But it migh’ be the last one.”

He froze, her words sending an uncomfortable shiver down his spine.

It… could be the last night, couldn’t it? He’d brushed off one night spent apart, not even considering there was a possibility they wouldn’t reconvene for the next. Was he spoiled with the routine of having her pressed against him beneath the blankets that he couldn’t fathom it never happening again?

Working as heroes in training while so young made them walk such a fine line in so many aspects of their lives. On one hand he knew how dangerous their current situation was with the lack of Pro’s to back them up and that there was a very real and high likelihood that injuries were going to happen. On the other, he wholeheartedly expected them to be okay, to be able to return to classes and the dorms and their routines.

He expected to be alive twenty-four hours from now.

But she was right, it was a possibility that one of them or even both of them wouldn’t be.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tried to figure out the right thing to say. “I… we sh—”

“I jus’ wanna be close to you,” she said tearfully. “I can pr-pretend s’okay if you’re wi’ me.”

“Believe me, I want to be close to you too!” he said desperately. “But I have a patrol with Todoroki in a few minutes and you need to sleep, baby. You’re practically asleep standing here and-and even though I don’t want to sleep apart either, there’s not much we can do.”

“Can’t do this righ’ now.”

He could see the gathering shine on her lash line and felt utterly helpless as she pushed past him to reenter the office once again. He tilted his head back with a deep sigh and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. The stress of the day had already had a headache forming but the last ten minutes had amplified it.

“Hey.”

The gruff voice from his right made him jump, dropping his hands to turn and face Bakugo who was leaned against the wall. Despite the unimpressed look on his face, Kirishima could tell he’d heard the end of their conversation at the very least.

“She looks like shit.”

“She’s exhausted. Sato told me she multiplied enough food for at least thirty or forty extra portions to serve the islanders tomorrow.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Of course she did; wouldn’t be your fuckin’ girlfriend if she wasn’t pulling some selfless shit.”

He frowned. “Do you have to be so rude just because she wants to help? Especially when we’re all on edge? C’mon, man. It’s bad enough I can’t be with her tonight when she’s not feeling her best on top of every other damn thing going on, so can you just stop?”

Bakugo stayed silent and his glare was steady. He wasn’t angry, not at Kirishima or his girlfriend but the entire goddamn shitshow situation this work assignment had morphed into. It felt like eons had gone by since he had been shyly asked for the millionth time if he was sure it was fine for her to come to their room at the lodge and share the bed with her boyfriend. He didn’t care—it wasn’t like either of them had the courage to screw around when he was barely a meter away—but he did notice how much better his best friend slept when she was tucked under his arm.

Between that fact and the easy assumption that she was probably the same way, he made up his mind.

“I’ll take your shift. Go to the office two doors down from the girls’ room, you’ll find a futon where you two can sleep.”

Kirishima’s brows furrowed. “What are you talking about? You’re still hurt and why would there even be a futon in—”

“I wasn’t gonna sleep half on top of the rest of you assholes like we did at training camp so I found myself my own room but if she needs you, take it. And it doesn’t fuckin’ matter if I’m hurt, heroes push past pain to get shit done.”

“But where will you sleep if we take that room? I’m grateful for the offer but I don’t want us to take away the rest you need.”

Bakugo sighed in frustration. “The couch in the meeting room probably pulls out, its fine, now just go to her, fuck!”

He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he had heard her sleepy slur of how it may be their last night together and the heart everyone assumed was made of stone broke just a bit. Like hell was anyone dying if he had anything to say about it, least of all those two, but if she was worried it wouldn’t help her mental state in the fight that was waiting for them at daybreak. He wanted her sharp, that was the biggest reason for his generosity. It certainly outweighed the fact that his best friend and his girlfriend were disgustingly important to him and he wanted them happy.

“Thanks, Bakugo,” Kirishima said softly. “I really appreciate this.”

The blonde turned away and crossed his arms, ignoring the urge to wince. “Don’t read into it.”

Before anything else could be said he was trudging down the hallway and around the corner to the stairwell. For all his yelling and generally poor attitude he could be kind when he felt the people closest to him needed it most, but he’d be damned if he stuck around for more than a single word of thanks.

With a shake of his head Kirishima turned back to the office and walked in to find Uraraka sitting beside her on the small couch where Yaoyorozu had laid earlier in the night. Eyes red from exhaustion and what looked like a few tears blinked up at him blearily.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, thumbs brushing away the half-dried tear tracks. “Got a little surprise for ya.”

She cocked her head to the side but didn’t object, standing up on wobbly legs with a supportive hand on her lower back from Uraraka. He draped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her close to his side, throwing a grateful glance in the other girl’s direction.

“Thank you for sitting with her.”

Uraraka smiled sadly. “Take care of her, Kirishima.”

He nodded, a tiny grin allowing the tip of one pointed tooth to peek out.

She waved them off as she went back to Midoriya, and he set out towards the opposite staircase that Bakugo had taken with her by his side. He half carried her up the dozen or so stairs before they had another expanse of hallway to walk, her weight nothing when she had to lean on him.

“Where we goin’?”

He smiled. “Bakugo got us a private room.”

Humming in confusion or acknowledgement—he wasn’t sure which—she closed her eyes, cheek pressed firmly against his bicep as he led her past the office the girls were going to share for the night. Stopping two rooms down just as he’d been told, Kirishima pushed the door open to see filing cabinets against the far wall and a desk that had been pushed to the side to accommodate the futon in the middle of the room.

Shuffling her in his arms, he lightly kicked the door closed behind them and put them into semi-darkness as he moved them farther into the room. He let her lean back against the desk as he removed her utility belt, boots, and the bulkier vest of her hero costume, then removed his own accessories, both his headpiece and shoulder gears set onto the desk next to her belt and vest, boots tossed aside with her smaller ones.

“Time to get some sleep,” he murmured, guiding her to lie down on the futon. The limited light from the corridor through the paneled window of the office door cast dull shadows over them both.

She curled up on her right side almost immediately, her body drawn to the far side so that he had a perfect space to slot himself behind her. It was as if they were back at the lodge in his and Bakugo’s room, taking their places for the night to rest for the long day ahead. That part, at least, was still true.

The morning would bring the difference. There wouldn’t be time to wake up slowly like they liked, blankets cocooned around them and their legs entangled, lazy kisses and easy conversation shared. There would be redressing in their gear then parting to take their positions with Kirishima going to the forest and her to the open fields.

He tried desperately to push the thought of being apart from her out of his head but its claws dug in deep, hanging onto him like a heavy weight. It made him scramble to his place on the futon and pull her back against his chest, their breathing synching to match her slower, more even breaths as it helped him focus on warding off the panic attack looming.

In the quiet of the night it was always hard to chase away the fear and worries he held, and on this night it was so much worse. The dark thoughts intermingled with all of the things he loved about her, teetering him on the edge of what felt like insanity.

Her eyes were beautifully determined when she fought and he hoped with everything he had that he would be able to see that look in her eyes again in the future when they fought together as Pro’s and not as the permanent set of her gaze from a twisted and broken body unmoving at the peninsula’s entrance. Would he be able to look into lifeless eyes even if they were the same ones that would’ve once looked at him so fondly?

She had always hugged him close with arms far stronger than they looked and they made him feel safe and confident and cared for. He always prayed that she felt the same when his encircled her waist and pulled her close but tomorrow he wouldn’t be with her and she would be so far from him and those strong arms of hers might not be strong enough to withstand the force of Nine. What if they snapped, bone splintering through her skin?

There was a brightness in her smile that set his heart on fire and grew even more blindingly beautiful the closer they became to one another both as friends and partners. He desperately needed to see that brightness continue its growth as their relationship grew—how it would look the first time they exchanged I love you’s or the first time they were intimate. How… how would he live if he never saw it again?

Somehow she cared enough to be with him despite his insecurities and low class ranking and weird group of friends, so if it was him who fell in battle the next day, she would be devastated. Could he expect her to stay strong if she survived only for Iida or Todoroki to show her his battered body and apologize for bringing the news of his death?

In the stillness of the office, he shuddered. The worries would surely plague him until the exhaustion won out and follow him to his dreams, nightmarish possibilities knowing no bounds. It didn’t matter, he had to remind himself. He would rise with the sun and fight regardless. He wasn’t a hero fully recognized by Japan, but he would be a hero tomorrow when he would stand by his classmates to keep the island residents safe. His resolve was more solid than his quirk.

Kirishima tightened his hold around her waist and breathed in deeply.

“’M afraid, Eijirou,” she whispered.

He bit his lip. “So am I.”

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YOUR SNOWBOARDING AU IS MAGNIFICENT AND I AM IN LOVE WITH IT PLEASE GIVE ME MORE JUSEYO ❤️💞❤️💞❤️💞💞💞 I need me that jeonghanxkids interaction 👀👀👀

A/n: ahhahah i’m so sorry this has taken so long for me to get to omg life has been kicking me in the ass, and that coupled with a general lack of motivation hahahahahaha but anyways i’m here now!!!!

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Snowboarding AU : Falling in the snow | A Warm Cup of Chocolate | (Almost) Frozen Kisses | Snowflakes & Cherry Blossoms | White (Maybe) Weddings | Here Come the Groom(s)

When they break for lunch, Jisoo almost cries in relief, more than ready to sit down and regain some feeling in his frozen ass

Jeonghan watches Jisoo amusedly as he nearly faceplants into the soft snow (again) while trying to get off his snowboard

He gives up and sits in the snow, staring defeatedly at his snowboard while his daughters whoosh past him

Jeonghan had always assumed teaching adults would be easier than kids, (attention span and whatnot) but his students today were apparently proving him very wrong

The girls pull off their snowboards easily, giggling and laughing excitedly, chattering on about how much fun snowboarding is

 Jisoo, on the other hand, just sits in the snow until Jeonghan helps him take off his snowboard and offers a helping hand

“Like I said… it didn’t go well last time,” he sighs ruefully. “But at least the girls are enjoying it,” he murmurs, and Jeonghan laughs lightly

“Kids usually pick it up quicker,” Jeonghan reassures him. “They don’t fear broken bones or crashing as much as adults do,”

Jisoo wonders if he should invite Jeonghan for lunch, as a thank you for dealing with his clumsy ass, but he doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries

“Wait!” Damn it Jisoo control your mouth would you?!

Jeonghan turns around in surprise. “Would- would you like to join us for lunch?” he stammers shyly, heart pounding nervously

Nayoung cheers loudly, while Eunwoo just runs towards Jeonghan, hugging his leg excitedly

“Yes! Yes! Ssaem come eat with us!!! Daddy makes the best hot chocolate ever!” Eunwoo yells into his pants, and Jisoo feels his heart melt, even though it’s freezing outside

Jeonghan laughs, resting a fond hand on her helmet-flattened hair. “If you’re sure?” he asks Jisoo, who shoots him a bright grin, motioning for him to join them

Eunwoo grabs Jeonghan’s hand and tugs him insistently towards where him and Nayoung are standing, and Jisoo can see the shy happiness on Jeonghan’s face

Lunch is warm and comfortable – well, as comfortable as it can be, with the girls fighting over their shared bowl of dumpling soup

Jeonghan settles the argument before Jisoo can, and Jisoo’s feels his heart stop for a minute because that’s so fucking cute what the fuck Yoon Jeonghan

“Daddy, eat!!! Stop staring at Ssaem,” Nayoung pokes him in his side, and he immediately turns bright red, haphazardly shoveling rice into his mouth so he doesn’t have to speak

Jisoo glares weakly at Jeonghan, who has a smug grin spread across his stupidly handsome face, winking as he leisurely sucks the crab meat out from it’s shell

Fucking tease, Jisoo thinks, grumbling while Jeonghan goes back to eating his seafood stew before reminding the girls (and by default, him) that they still have the second half of their class left

Jisoo groans quietly, already regretting signing up for a three day package. It’s been three hours and he’s sore everywhere, how is he supposed to survive three whole days???

Turns out, the second half of lesson wasn’t as bad. He manages to get down most of the beginner slope, before crashing hilariously into Jeonghan and sending them both into the netting at the end

It’s not terrible, Jisoo supposes, rubbing his mildly frozen ass for the twentieth time today. He’s improved!!!! (He just needs to learn how to stop and not faceplant okay?)

By the time the sun begins to set, Jisoo’s just about given up for the day, more than ready to soak in the hot tub and thaw himself after being buried in snow all day

He watches as Jeonghan and his girls finish their last run, giggling as they make their way towards him

“Daddy! Can you make us hot chocolate later?” Nayoung asks excitedly, and Jisoo nods, grinning fondly at his daughter

“Yeah Daddy, make us some hot chocolate with marshmallows!” Jeonghan quips, and Jisoo chokes on air

ExcUSe mE???? Fucking Yoon Jeonghan this–

His train of thought is interrupted when Eunwoo climbs into his lap, burying her face into Jisoo’s shoulder. “Tired, Daddy, want hot chocolate.”

“Of course sweetheart,” Jisoo answers sweetly, melting at how clingy his youngest daughter is. “Is Jeonghan ssaem joining us too?”

Jeonghan beams cheekily at him, and Jisoo just sighs, feigning resignation, telling Jeonghan to clean up first before coming up to their hotel room

An hour later, the doorbell rings, and Jisoo feels his stomach clench nervously. The girls run to the door, opening it and crowding Jeonghan before he can even get a greeting in

“You look… different, out of your gear,” Jisoo comments idly, stirring the hot chocolate. Hotter, he adds silently, eyes wandering approvingly at how deliciously hot Jeonghan looks

 He can’t help but ogle how pretty Jeonghan looks in casual clothes, his platinum blonde hair slightly wavy and his cheeks lightly flushed from the cold

Jisoo hands out the hot chocolate, pulling out some fruit he’d prepared earlier so it’s not so awkward. Jeonghan takes a sip and hums delightedly, and Jisoo barely hides a satisfied grin

“Y’know, I thought the girls were exaggerating when they said you make the world’s best hot chocolate,” Jeonghan sighs, taking another sip. “Now I know better.”

Stupid, complimentary, suave, handsome motherfucker, Jisoo grumbles internally, ears red and cheeks flushed

He can’t believe wait for tomorrow

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Fanfic: Star Star

Challenge: 2018 VDay Chalenge by the amazing writer and my friend and proofreader @prettyxlittlexwriter

Prompt: Feb 9: A kinky song

Song: Star Star - The Rolling Stones  and here is a live version of it, where you can see Mick riding a giant cock on stage

Pairing: FreddiexReader, BrianxReader, JohnxReader, RogerxReder

Third and final fic for today! More to come from tomorrow.

Warnings: sex, sex, sex and….sex.

The actual title of the song is Star Fucker and the reader is a groupie, do I need to say more??

That night’s gig was coming to an end. You winked at Freddie and the singer approached the front row, where you were standing, your arm extended and you passed him a note saying “Can I come backstage?” Freddie nodded almost invisibly.

After the band’s bows, as you were heading backstage the security guard wouldn’t let you go through. “Please miss, you are not allowed go in there!!”

“Freddie gave me permission to go backstage, please let me pass!” you pleaded.

“I am not notified, I am sorry.” your plan was falling apart and you were about to get disappointed when Freddie appeared out of nowhere, heading to your destination as well.

“What is going on darlings?” the singer asked with a cheerful but tired-sounding voice.

The security guard spoke before you could utter a syllable. “Freddie, have you invited this girl backstage ??”

“Well, yes I have. Is there a problem?” Freddie inquired.

“I couldn’t let her pass since I didn’t know if she was telling the truth, but now you can go in there young lady.”

“Thank you!” you exclaimed and walked alongside Freddie Mercury.

“So what’s your name love?” Freddie had a very relaxed breeze accompanying him. Being around him felt very natural.

“I’m (Y/N)! Nice to finally meet you Freddie!”

“Nice to meet you too (Y/N)!” the frontman replied.

He led you all the way to his dressing room, where you made out. Freddie had taken the lead, kissing and exploring your mouth when you led him to the small bed that was in the room. That, resulted in an emotionless sex session, just you two seeking some pleasure, or in your case, looking to make your way to another band member.

The following day, you returned for that night’s gig, and faced no problem making your way backstage. As soon as the concert was over, you were hanging out with the band and the rest of the groupies. This time, you managed to catch Brian’s attention and the tall man led you to his dressing room.

The seemingly shy and composed guy transformed into an animal in bed. It was a rough sex session, him pounding in and out of you with extreme force and speed and you were grunting, panting and shaking along Brian with the strain. The guitarist seemed to be trying to let off steam he had gathered over some time period that made you wonder what it must be like in his brain.

By the third night the security guards would let you go wherever you wished. Tonight was the bassist’s turn. You were walking, seemingly absent-mindedly, when you met John going to his dressing room. You started talking to him, walking along and managing to convince him to have sex with you. The quiet boy had only one request. He wanted to go to a hotel to ensure your and his privacy. You agreed without giving it much thought. The two of you headed to a nearby hotel, got a room and discarded your clothes.

The young bassist was a romantic, and you moaned as he penetrated you so slowly and oh, so deeply you could cry from the sexual frustration. Still, this made your climax much more pleasurable and rewarding.

John was a gentleman, and insisted you slept with him that night. He wasn’t in love with you, he just believed sex should be this way. Thus, he cuddled you and you both fell asleep.

The next morning you took a shower, got dressed and the two of you parted ways.

You were heading to another Queen gig, fourth night in a row and you hoped it would be the lucky one. The one you would finally get to spend time with the man you desired. Roger Meddows Taylor.

The two of you were sitting on a couch in a living-room-like space, conversing. That was, until things started heating up and Roger ‘attacked’ your lips, getting on top of you and leaving bite marks all over your neck. He courted you, making out with you, leaving both of you almost breathless, while his hands worked to discard your clothes, unzipping your jeans and pulling them off your legs along your pants, then taking off your t-shirt, breaking the kiss only to take it off your head. He then unhooked your bra. Now it was your turn to unbutton his shirt and take off his stage tights.

You were lying, naked, underneath the blonde drummer with his huge, fully engorged cock right outside your entrance. He had buried his head on the crook of your neck, kissing you, his hand working on one of your erect nipples. He was doing everything he was capable of in order to make sure you were relaxed enough to take his length inside you, wet enough to not feel pain.

You were enjoying his treatment beyond belief, eyes closed, lost in pleasure and just as the drummer entered you, your eyes snapped open at the feeling of being suddenly like that. Indistinguishable pain and pleasure sparked through your body, when his full length had penetrated you.

The blonde boy was equally lost as he started moving inside you, eliciting moans from both you and himself that completed the atmosphere clinging around you.

A sudden gasp and then a scram of  bliss escaped you as he hit your G-spot continuously, and Roger whispered in your ear “Gonna make you scream all night…” in a low, promising tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Your bodies moved so well synchronised for an impressive amount of time, making you wonder and admire his stamina as you were uproaching the end of the first round.

A ‘Come for me!” in his earand his last push inside you on your sweet spot, was all it took to send both over the edge, orgasming at the same time, and Roger moaning “Ugh, starfucker!” before collapsing on your body.

You stayed like that for a couple of minutes to catch your breath and regain your composure before adressing him. “Why did you call me starfucker when you finished?”

“Hmm? Oh…” he turned to face you, “because you are. You fucked with my entire band, my three best friends. You are a starfucker, aren’t you?”

“Ughhhhh…” you couldn’t accept it like that, and Roger saw that, thus he got up, offered you his hand and led you to the turntable, searched through the vinyls until he found ‘Goats Head Soup’ the Stones’ album and played Star Star for you.

The words ‘You’re a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star’ echoed in your head, and you attacked Roger’s mouth, whispering in his lips “Honey, I’m open to anything, I don’t know where to draw the line…”

Roger reciprocated and depened the kiss on the course to round two…

I hope this didn’t have any spelling or grammatical errors, but I’m sure it does. Anyway…

This either made you cringe or I really hope you  enjoyed this……fic. Although, since you probably belong to the kinkiest, horniest and previest Queen fandom that obviously wants to fuck with all four members, this must have been heaven for you no matter what mistakes it had, or how poorly written it is….

Since smut fics are quite difficult for me to write, I am desparate for feedback. So pleeeeeeeaaaaase tell me what you thought of it with an ask (anon or not), private message, comment, even with a like. I don’t care whether it is bad or good, I wanna know if it’s worth losing so many hours of studying for school lately to write 14 fics.

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