#myoneshot

[tuzi0usagi0bunbon0bunny]

Good.

this is an early Mother’s day thing. 

I just did this recently and i’ve been wanting to for a long time. I hope you guys would like it! probably would do more in the future.

Characters: gijinka!Baki, gijinka!Mothra, gijinka!Rhagor (mentions of gijinka!Godzilla) warning: Screaming baby, hints of postpartum depression(?) (search it if you want to know the meaning), crying, Godzilla is not a bad dad i promise. this isnt fully proof-read that much btw. 

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Nothing but the crackling sounds of fire are the only ambiance Baki has, Baki stares at the fire as its light and heat dance and burn against the wood She cut so it can keep on burning. Baki traces the gold marking that designed her robotic leg, its eerily similar gold marks shine from the fire's light. Baki's mind kept on repeating the same memory of the event. It won't stop and she wishes It could just go away. She closes her eyes as she breathes out slowly. Her dinner is getting colder by the second

Suddenly a piercing sound overlapped the fire's ambiance. The piercing sound is different, its wails are all too familiar. A baby. Did Mothra die again? She turns her head to the entrance of her cave, Not expecting to see a tired Mothra. Mothra as a whole did not look as elegant as she used to in public. Her hair is not elegantly styled like she used to be. Styled into a rushed but simple hair bun with only a single accessory probably meant to keep the somewhat bun up, Her clothes only consist of her robe and under it, her nightgown, and around her arm is a screaming child, Baki’s grandson. Baki saw Mothra’s face and knew what the problem was.

“Mother..” Mothra said her voice was already evidence of her tiredness. Baki barely heard it over the child’s wailing screams. 

Baki gives a sympathetic look as she extends her arm to her adopted daughter. Mothra sighs as she tiredly walks over to her mother as she bounces her screaming baby trying to calm him the least. Mothra gives an ‘oomph!’ as she sits next to Baki and leans her head on Baki’s shoulder as Baki caresses her shoulder for comfort. 

“Help me..” Mothra pleads, she winces at the baby's sudden loud wails.

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Not a minute goes by as the cave goes silent. Baki cooed at her grandson sleeping in her arms, sucking on his thumb. Mothra looks at the both fascinated by the sudden calmness of her child. Mothra slumps herself to the wall as she gives a loud sigh of relief. 

Baki giggles at that. “He’s got your face, I can tell you that,” Baki said as she then faced Mothra.

 “Mother, Baki, Whatever magic you have. Give it to me now” Mothra said.

Baki chuckles, “I don't have magic unlike you. You know that.”

“No mother. I mean...I mean this magic!” Mothra said as she extended her arms at Baki, 

emphasizing her.

 “I have been trying to make Rhagor stop crying and fall asleep for Five hours and you did those two in only under a second!” 

“Five Hours?, didn’t Godzilla try to help?”

“No. He is currently away to do his duties.” 

Baki's eyes furrow. 

“His Majesty didn’t help you to calm the babe?”

“Mother please is not like that. I told him I could handle it and that he should do his work today. And man do I regret it. He did try to stay though I can tell you that. But we both know that he has work to attend to.” Mothra said as she looked at her baby. 

She smiled at her child. Sleeping peacefully. Mothra used the back of her finger to softly caress her child's cheek causing the babe to flinch. Mothra immediately pulled back but luckily the Baby continued to sleep. 

Baki watches Mothra’s expression quickly to a depressing look. “Somethings in your mind, What are you thinking child?”

Mothra closes her eyes as if trying to keep her expression in check. She opens her eyes once more as she solely focuses on the sleeping baby. Her sleeping baby.

“I’ve tried everything. I fed him, cleaned him, sang to him, and paced around the room until my legs hurt just for him to be calm. But still, he didn't. I tried flying hoping the feeling of flight would calm him but, no he just screamed louder as his little hands held tight to me. I scared him. I frightened my baby” Mothra said as her eyes started to leak tears. 

“A-and when I stopped and tried to calm him to let him know that he shouldn't be scared and t-that I'm here. But he just kept on crying and crying.” Mothra inhales deeply as her emotion overcomes her. “Then I saw your island and knew that I should go and ask for help and...” 

Mothra looked at her mother in tears and snot covered her face. She was never scared to be vulnerable around her mother.

Mothra then remembered the time where She and Godzilla were planning to start a family. And during this, she excitedly told Baki her plans. She remembers Baki giving her an excited look with a hint of sadness in them, She remembers Baki’s hands cupping both of her cheeks as her thumbs caressed her cheek.

You’re going to be a good mother, my Queen.

“Momma..I-I am not a good mother. Mommy all the simple things a mother could do I couldn't even do. I can't even-”

 Mothra didn't get to finish her sentence as Baki embraced her, crushing Mothra’s face into her shoulder, grounding her. Mothra returns the embrace as she holds onto Baki tightly.

Baki pulls away as she places her forehead against Mothra's forehead. 

“You are a good mother Mothra.”

“I am not..”

“Yes, you are.” Baki holds Mothra’s face as she makes Mothra look at her. 

“Look at your child Mothra. He is healthy, he is heavy and he is happy. you feed him, you give him the love that he needs and you care for him. He is a lucky baby.” 

“But I couldn't put him to sleep I-”

“Yes, you couldn’t. You needed my help, and needing my help doesn't make you less of a mother than you are now. You know by asking me for help you knew that could calm him down. You knew what was best. You are a good mother, Mayona.” Baki said as she placed a kiss between Mothra’s brow.

“Never think that because of this moment, you aren't a good mother.”

Mothra was stunned and emotional at her mother's words not noticing that Baki had passed the sleeping child over to her. Rhagor stirred but quickly went back to sleep when he felt it was his mother who was holding him. He grunts contently as his small hand comes to grip tightly on his mother's nightgown not wanting to be separated from her. 

“Even your babe knows it. You are good Mayon-a. You are good.”

Baki said as she embraced Mothra, placing another kiss on her temple as Mothra continued to cry, holding her son tightly as ever.

[d1s1ntegrated]

Shigaraki is so pathetic he’s able to cum untouched just from kiss

shared seat (nsfw)

fem!reader x loser!shigaraki

cw: dacryphilia, premature ejaculation, mutual pining, desperation, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, no use of y/n (blank name space instead!!), tomura is a mega computer nerd, reader plays dumb kinda, some light hurt/comfort i guess?? making out, afab/fem reader, implied virgin shiggy :)

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naturally.

you have tomura in the palm of your hand. every time you walk by him, brush against him awkwardly, tap his shoulder to get his attention, it sends sparks through his touch-starved limbs and makes him dizzy. every night, he begs and pleads for you to come into his room, even just to sit in there. he wants you in whatever way he can, to see you, smell you, touch you, hear you. gods, of course he wants to taste you, but he's learned the hard way to take whatever he can get.

so when you knock on his door and ask him to teach you how to sort out your PC and mod a few games, his heart lurches in his chest. of course, of course he will. he trudges behind you to your bedroom, watching your ass jiggle lightly in the dingy sweatpants you stole from him a few months back. he takes a deep breath before sitting in your desk chair, immediately clicking through PILES of random trash files and download files.

"_______" he starts sternly, brow already furrowed at the sight. "have you not been deleting the download files after you download a mod?"

you shake your head. "won't that delete the mod?" you lean on your desk next to him, uncomfortably close to him. he smells the conditioner in your hair, your sweet perfume. he tightens his gloved grip on your mouse as he shakes his head and tidies your desktop up.

"fucking idiot" he mumbles as he clears a few gigabytes from the system, "this is why it's so slow, stupid". you giggle and mumble, "ohhhhhh" under your breath.

who's to say you didn't know that. who's to say you just wanted an excuse to have him in your room, huffing at your desk, having his scent fill the room and his frustrations cloud your thoughts. but he didn't have to know that.

he keeps clicking through folders, and you nudge the chair. he turns to face you and you mindlessly sit in his lap, telling him "let me in", spinning the chair back to face the desk.

his breath hitches as your plush ass presses against his dirty pajama pants and half-hardened cock. you watch the pointer on the screen as he sorts through different game files, his breathing unsteady in your ear. you giggle as he groans at the unnecessary folders and shortcuts.

"why...dude, what's with all the sims mods?" he asks, voice filled with genuine concern as he clicks into the mods folder. you panic and spring up, sending the chair back a bit with him still in it. your ass is directly in his face as you scramble, closing the folder.

tomura's eyes widen and he forgets the folder entirely for a moment as your shirt rides up, the small of your back exposed, the waistband of your underwear pulled slightly above the baggy sweats. he starts again and rolls his eyes.

"dipshit, just let me make sure there aren't duplicates, okay?" he pulls you by the waist into him again, your ass falling back onto him. he closes his eyes for a moment to regulate his thoughts.

the mods folder flashes back open. he scrolls through hundreds of mods, your body tensing as he pauses and reads through them all.

"what the hell are you doing to those poor sims" he laughs nervously as his cock grows tighter against you. you grimace as he closes out of it and goes into the save files folder.

he stops when he notices his name front and center, paired with yours.

he nods and stays silent, and you readjust in his lap. your eyes gloss over, unable to confront the clear tension between you two as you shift, his free arm lacing around your waist slowly, holding you tightly as he tries his best to hold back.

he closes out of the tabs and sits on the blank screen for a moment, clearing his throat.

"did...you need me to do anything else here?" he leans forward with you a bit, greedily inhaling your scent again as he awaits a response.

"hm...yeah, can you help me set my new speakers up? they won't connect for some reason." any excuse to keep him here.

"hmph. yeah, sure" he bites his lip and scoots the chair in, opening the program.

"they're plugged in, right?" he asks, and you nod.

"mhm, i'm not that dumb" you playfully lean back, your face all-too-close to his. he rolls his eyes and hums to himself as your weight presses more against him, and he's painfully trying to conceal how hard he is. if you don't stand, maybe you won't notice. he's so fucking close already, he's afraid any small movement will ruin it all.

you lean forward to turn the dial on the speaker and his breath hitches. he twitches in his pants and feels the moisture beading from his tip, hissing lowly to himself as you readjust again.

"jesus, _________. can you figure your shit out" he snips, and you laugh. he groans as he twitches again, dangerously close to finishing right here.

"sorry" your words come out as a whisper as he grips you closer now, his fingers tracing the exposed skin under your shirt as he fiddles around with the settings. you smile as he touches you.

you take it one step too far when you scoot back into him, using his thigh to steady yourself. as you grind into him, he loses control and feels himself cumming sporadically in his fleecy pants. he shakes against you, his head falling into your shoulder as he crumbles underneath you. he nearly crushes your brand new mouse as his hands clench, his uncovered fingers digging into your midriff. he shakes as you feel the moisture seeping from the material, leaking onto the back of your own pants. you don't dare to speak a word, you refuse to ruin it for him.

you go to look at him, but his head is still pressed against your shoulder, his baby blue hair draped over you. his breathing is slowing now, but he's still shaking.

"i'm sorry" he shudders before you can say anything. you grab his hand, still slung across your legs, and squeeze it.

"tomu, it's okay" you comfort him quietly as he continues to shake. you stand and he plants his face into his hands, soft tremors coming from the pale man.

you flip the armrests of the chair up and wrap your legs around him, facing him now. you stroke his hair gently and coax him to look up, his cherry eyes teary and glossed.

you kiss him gently, feeling the tears still running down his cheek. his lips are rough, but they taste like candied apples, and you hold his face in your hands as he falls into the kiss shakily.

as you pull away, he sniffles.

"i'm sorry" he repeats, and looks back down.

you kiss his head, his soft hair tickling your face. he wraps his arms around you and presses his face into you, his tears soaking the front of your shirt. you shush him and brush his hair back. you comfort him best as possible, but feel him hardening underneath you again.

"c'mon" you stand from the seat again, and take his hand. you bring him to the bed, and he sits slowly. you wipe the tears from his cheeks, and he shakes his head.

"why?" he asks quietly, and you kiss his nose, "why aren't you mad at me?".

you tug him into you, kissing him. he moans into the kiss this time, his cock tenting again. your mind swirls with thoughts of him inside of you, making him shiver and cum and whine. why would you be mad at him, your sweet pathetic leader?

no one else would ever see him like this. maybe it played a part in your arousal, knowing that this display was solely for you. that his orgasm was because of you. that he was crying because he was afraid he upset you. your scary, villainous, domineering leader was crying in your room, cock twitching desperately against his minecraft pj pants, because he just came from you sitting in his lap.

the heat between your legs swells as your tongue presses into his mouth, tasting the same sugary sourness from before. his tongue slides forcefully into your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. he palms aggressively at his erection, trying to push it down nervously before you tug him by his sweater, pulling him on top of you. he instinctively grinds down into you, and as you feel him press against your clothed sex, you moan.

the heavy petting stresses you out. you can't keep kissing him and touching him without feeling him inside of you. tomura's eyes are half-lidded and hungry as you shove him back, and he looks at you nervously for a moment before you pull your pants off, urging him to do the same. he throws the pants off the bed, his cock springing free and tapping against his stomach. the knot in your stomach pulls deeper as you gaze upon the soft sky-blue tuft of hair leading down to his dick, his breathing ragged as you pull yourself on top of him again. you grind down, and he moans as the wetness soaking through your underwear squishes on his admirable length.

he's ready to cum again already, and you can tell from the way he grinds into you from below. you shift your underwear off, awkwardly shimmying as he helps you. he doesn't seem to care as he tugs at the garment, his hands exploring your curves with a greedy grip. as his cock rubs against you, you kiss him, coating him with the slick heat. you help position him against your tight hole, and he thrusts it in, stretching you with a snap. you throw your head back from the sensation and steady yourself for a moment before rocking back and forth, his moans and huffs growing louder. you ride him slowly at first, helping you adjust to his size, and he watches you bounce on him with a feverish daze. he grabs at your shirt and you allow him to bring it up over you, throwing it mindlessly. his hoodie comes off next, yanking haphazardly as you continue to grind and bounce on him. he bites his lip as he cums again, not holding anything back as the sticky seed coats your insides. you don't stop, feeling yourself growing closer. his orgasm brings you even further, and you gyrate your hips against him, his soft hair creating a friction against your clit that is fucking unimaginable. you moan and cry out, chasing the orgasm. you squeeze against him, the searing pain from being stretched before now replaced by a deep craving from the pit of your sex, needing more and more of him to fill you up. his pitiful whining grows in volume as his cock re-hardens inside of you quickly, and his hands grip against your hips and he thrusts from below as you slam down into him, furthering the sensation as his tip nudges your cervix. as you both rock into each other, your climax rushes over you, flooding his cock with a deep heat that sends him over the edge for the third time. tears brim his eyes again as he sprays your cunt with more pearly fluid, and your body shakes as you clench and rub the end of your orgasm out on him. your chest heaves as you both finish, and you fall on top of him with his dick still throbbing inside of you. he whines out and kisses you, tangling his fingers in your hair. the aftershock of your orgasm sends shivers through your body, and you pull yourself off of him. you already miss the feeling of him stuffing you with his cock, but he's spent. he shakes and squeezes his eyes shut, his legs and arms splayed out, vibrating.

you kiss his cheek and reach for something to help him clean up. you grab your shirt and wipe him off, and he frowns.

"didn't have to do that" he chokes out, and you shrug.

"i could never be mad at you, tomura" you say to him as you find clean clothes. as you dress, he drags a blanket over himself.

he nods and doesn't speak again for a moment. you climb in next to him, and he smiles weakly.

"promise?"

you nod. "pinky promise" you lace your fingers with his, the gloves brushing against your soft skin.

the two of you lay together in silence, growing more and more tired with each passing minute. you won't send him back to his room, you'd rather keep him here as long as possible. even if it was left unsaid, you loved him, and you spent every day worrying which day might just be the last. especially with the league growing in infamy, the unknown became scarier every day. but for right now, it felt more than okay. and for right now, you'd rather spend the time with him like this than having to worry about your futures.

"so what's up with that save file on the sims?" his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you groan.

"i think the next thing im gonna ask you how to teach me is hiding folders".

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thank you for the ask <3 yummy yummy suggestion!!!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

[brrokenx-blog]

Sleepy Tom💞💗💖💓💕

"Hey, you awake?", you heard Tom whisper.

Tom and you were at a sleepover together with a group of people and you'd only just stuck up the courage to speak to him.

Already you loved the way he spoke, the way his eyes lit up whenever he told a story, the way he could laugh at anything.

In all honesty he just made you smile.

"Yes", you whispered back, feeling your body alight with the excited energy you felt whenever around him.

"Okay" whispered Tom turning to face you.

Of course he looked adorable, his hair was sticking up from sleeping and his eyes were still half closed.

"So, what do you wanna talk about?", you asked, looking into his eyes.

You'd never been this close to him before and already you could hear the pace of his breathing speed up slightly as he leant closer to your face.

"I want to talk about you", he said.

[chase-the--wind]

There a moments that the words don't reach There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can And push away the unimaginable "Mr. Stark…I don’t feel so good-"

[gguksgalaxy]

Luxe Caramel

Masterlist Halloween Drabble #3

AU: Pianist!Baekhyun, ???!Au Genre: Smut Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader Wordcount: 1031 Notes for Update: Comment if you want more! Warnings: Smut A/N: This is the third one guys, you know the drill, comment for more, if it reached the desired amount of notes we’ll see about more ;)

His hands were everywhere, smoothing over your sides, tugging at your hair. You felt his chest heave against yours as he pressed you into the mattress. Hot breath fanning out of your neck, before he kissed the skin, sucking, scraping his teeth over it till you were a whimpering mess in his embrace.

“Baekhyun.” You breathed, fingers dancing along the nape of his neck. He smelled heavily of his cologne, the tinge of it filling your nose along with the scent of sweat and your own perfume. 

He hummed, moving his kissed further down your body as you pulled him closer to you with your legs. His lips were smooth against the top of your chest, tongue darting out to taste you there. It was hot in the back of the car, the material scarping against your back as he rocked his hips into you slowly. He was taking too long for your liking, stringing you along in his game like he owned you. And he did.

Your hands traveled down the planes of his back, his muscles shifting with his every movement. He was playing you like a fine instrument, in control of every little sound he had you make. The way his fingers danced over your body like they did with his piano, perfectly altering pressure when he needed to, creating symphonies in the form of your pleasure.

He looked up at you when his mouth descended over your nipple, eyes dark with desire. Baekhyun was expensive, exquisite, so at home here in the back of his Rolls Royce, unlike you. There was a way in which he exuded his status, how he held himself, that made your knees weak.

With deft hands, you helped him out of his pants, quickly pulling him back to you. He was warm, hot almost, as it was freezing outside. The material of the seat was becoming slippery with your sweat, as he finally dragged his fingers up your folds. So slowly, barely touching you.

You keened high in your throat when he slipped a finger inside, his eyes studying the way your back arched of the seat. For Baekhyun, his fingers were what he owned his money with. And you felt it, in his firm strokes and soft taps against your clit. “Baek.” You moaned, reaching out for him, clawing your nails over his shoulder.

He chuckled. “You’d do with only my hands for the rest of your life, wouldn’t you?”

Could you even tell him no? Another moan escaped your lips as you tried to answer him. He’d set out to take you to dinner, but you’d never made it. There was nothing innocent in the way his hand had skimming your thighs under the dress that he’d bought for you. Embroidered with real crystals and made of the finest silk. He’d set out to show you off, to government officials and his fellow musicians at one of the biggest events of the year. But now he was just showing off to you, as per usual.

You keened again, as his fingers slowly moved inside of you. With a hand you reached for him, trying to pull him closer.

“Use your words Dolce.” He mused, light smirk playing on his lips as he whispered his little nickname for you. His hair colour reminded you of Dulce the Leche, a soft caramel flavour that you loved.

“Want you.” You mumbled, closing your eyes in sheer pleasure. “Please.”

He chuckled. “But you have me already.”

Your body rocked as he pinched you lightly, your mouth falling open. He was always one to drag everything out as long as possible. Every single one of your interactions were inspirations to hime. Goodmornings under his silk sheets, hot nights spent in his piano room when he got frustrated with the large instrument, or passionate spur of the moment things like this. Sex, in the back of his car.

“Baek.” You whined, not one to easily give him what he wanted when it came to words. Everything he did to you, ever push and pull inside of you, every little touch, pinch, flick, was more than enough to make you feel like heaven, but not enough to send you into ecstasy. He knew that.

He scolded you, with a familiar glean in his eyes, before he came back over you, chest brushing yours. Your hands ran through his hand, and up his side. Baekhyun kissed you, lips enveloping yours, tongues dancing to a melody he was creating in his mind. He slowly pushed inside of you, rocking his body against yours softly, savouring every moment he got like this.

Like always, he created the perfect tempo, with dips and spikes that made you see stars. How long you’d been here, you didn’t know, but everything felt good. Until it felt too good and your body stilled and shivered beneath him in a silent crescendo. He followed you, face buried in your neck, fingers bruising your hips.

An hour later you arrived at the venue, 2 hours too late but just in time for his performance. His friends had looked at him with curious eyes, and looked at you with judgements. He’d briefly introduced you to some, before he left you alone with Chanyeol’s wife to take place behind his piano. Chanyeol was his manager, his wife was 2 years older than you, you got along well. She knew her way around the world of riches and music, like her husband.

Baekhyun started playing, creating a pattern of goosebumps on your skin in a way that only he could. From behind the glossy black grand piano he looked at you with a loving smiles. His eyes closed, deft fingers dancing over ivory keys in a way you’d never heard. This composition was new, it was slow, painfully so, making you want more. You wanted the speed, a firmer touch of the keys. But he wouldn’t give it.

This was inspired by what had happened, in the car. You helped him create the most beautiful melodies like these, because he loved you. Because you made him love you. Why? Because he’d made a deal with your employer, the devil.

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[itishebihime-samaforyou]

Nightmare | Vinsmoke family

Fandom: One Piece

Rating: General

Word Count: 1.259

Genre: Family | Hurt/Comfort | Fluff

Summary: AU where the Vinsmokes have each other’s backs. [multiple one-shots]

Note: In which Sanji has a nightmare and his siblings wake him up.

Note 2: I wasn’t sure if I should go with a fiction or one-shots, but then I was like ‘one-shots it is’ cause like you can get so many things out and come up with so much too. I’m sleep deprived so I apologize ahead if nothing makes sense. I know I don’t make any sense either, but popcorn. I also wasn’t sure which one to end first (there’s one more in the work), but I went for the nightmare one and I hope you like it asdfghjkl I’m not the best writer there is, but feedback is appreciative. (*´꒳`*)

Tagging @askstrawhatsanji since you motivated me to write it.

Fanfiction

“No…” Sanji whined and tossed in his bed, sweating. “D-don’t lock me…” he mumbled and turned the other way. He shuddered, the blankets on the ground beside his bed. He laid on the side and pulled his legs to his chest, a whimper escaping his lips. “P-please…”  

Ichiji opened his eyes and groaned. Having another restless night after rough training, he was aching for some good sleep. He let out a sigh and turned on his stomach. Just as he was about to close his eyes, his head snapped up when he heard a sob. He straightened up on his bed and looked at Niji, who was lying on bed, one of his hands scratching his stomach. He was sleeping.

“Not him…” Ichiji murmured to himself and looked at Yonji, who laid not too far from him. Yonji was mumbling under his breath, but he was asleep as well. Narrowing his eyebrows, he looked at Sanji and frowned.  

“I-I’ll be good…” Sanji sobbed and curled in a ball.

Jumping off his bed, Ichiji looked around, his eyes meeting with Niji’s, who was now wide awake. He looked at Yonji, who groggy sat up and rubbed his eyes before he became completely alerted at the sound of sobs. The three brothers looked at each other with quiet nods. They stepped on the ground and walked to Sanji’s bed.  

Ichiji leaned on Sanji’s bed and observed his brother. He blinked in silence and reached out his hand. His finger was millimeters away from his cheek when he gulped, hesitating.  

“What are you waiting for?” Niji hissed.

“W-what if he starts crying?” Ichiji looked at him.

“Well would you rather see him wake up whole mansion or only hear him cry and wake up whole mansion either way?” He asked with a frown.

Ichiji groaned and looked back at Sanji, who whimpered. “Sanji…” His voice was quiet like a mouse; almost a whisper.

Niji gave him a look of bafflement before he looked at Yonji, who was quietly standing behind Ichiji. He was holding on his pajama. “Where is Reiju?” he looked back at Ichiji, who immediately looked around the room.

“Did she even come last night?” Ichiji asked.

Niji shrugged while Yonji narrowed his eyebrows. Their attention was back on Sanji, who startled like something scared him.

“Sanji,” Ichiji called and shook his brother.

“N-no…” Sanji shivered.

“Oi, Sanji,” Niji followed and poked his brother in the cheek. “Wake up…” he called, but Sanji only tossed. He frowned when he spotted Yonji on Sanji’s bed, looking at him before he leaned down and shook him with both hands.

“Sanji, wake up.” Yonji called rather loud. Yet he continued to sleep. “Weird…” he murmured and looked at Ichiji and Niji. “Doesn’t Sanji usually wake up when he has nightmares?” he asked.

“He does,” Ichiji nodded. “Must be more serious now…” he said and climbed on bed, Niji following right after. “Hey, Sanji!” He called louder and shook him.

Sanji snapped his eyes open and sat up, startling the three brothers. He was shivering as he stared in front of himself, breath hitched. “S-sorry…” He stammered when he saw all three of them watching him in silence and worry. He averted his gaze, his eyes tearing up. He hiccuped and wrapped arms around himself.

The first one to react was Ichiji, who scooted to Sanji and hugged him. “It’s okay.” He spoke in soft voice. “It was only a bad dream.” he didn’t like to say it was nightmare, knowing Sanji was more expressive than they were.

“Who should I punch in the morning?” Yonji spoke, his voice suddenly serious.

Ichiji, Niji and Sanji looked at Yonji, who stared at Sanji before he burst out laughing. Now it was their turn to look at Sanji, who was laughing. His laughter was rather quiet, but contagious. No sooner all four of them were laughing. They didn't hear the footsteps that stopped right outside their bedroom.

“My question still remains.” Yonji said after they calmed down and sat on bed in a small circle.

“It’s nothing…” Sanji scratched his head and looked away.

“What did you dream about?” Niji didn’t hesitate to ask.

“Niji,” Ichiji shot him a glare and cast a worried glance at Sanji, who quietened down. “It’s okay, Sanji. You don’t have to tell us if-”

“D-dad locked me away…” Sanji stuttered.

Everything became quiet. Ichiji’s expression changed into unreadable, but his eyes widened when he processed. Niji gaped while Yonji quietly stared at Sanji, looking for something.

“I was scared…” Sanji continued and pulled legs to his chest, leaning chin on top of his knees. His eyes teared up once more. “I don’t like dark places, but he locked me away and didn’t give me food.”

No one said a word, but Yonji was the first one to move. He sat closer to Sanji and wrapped his arms around him. Sanji widened his eyes and tears began streaming down his cheeks. Ichiji was second to wrap his arms before he looked at Niji. With a silent groan, Niji scurried and hugged Sanji around his neck, making them fall down on bed. All four groaned, but they laughed.

“There’s no way we’ll let dad lock you away.” Ichiji spoke. “You’re our brother and we have your back.”

“That’s right,” Niji agreed. “If anyone has a problem with you, he’ll have to deal with us.”

“And be sure we’ll kick their ass no matter the size.” Yonji ended.

Sanji looked from one to another before his lips turned up in a wide smile. “I got your back too.” He said.

They smiled and snuggled closer to each other. Sanji felt and knew he was safe as he drifted back to sleep.

Reiju quietly skipped down the hallway until she stopped in front of doors. She smiled at the worker that passed her by and opened the doors. Peeking inside, she frowned when she saw first bed empty. With a frown on her face, she opened doors wider and looked at second bed, seeing it empty as well.

“Ichi...ji?” She looked on next bed and blinked in surprise. Her lips turned up in a wide smile when she saw all four brothers sleeping on Sanji’s bed. They were all snuggling closer to Sanji. The moment she was standing beside and tried reaching out to poke at Sanji’s cheek, Yonji groaned.

Looking at the youngest brother in amusement, she looked at the oldest, who swatted her hand away. She chuckled and shook with head, before she rushed back to doors when she heard her father’s voice.

“Yes, father?” She called, closing the doors behind.

“Where are the boys?” he asked and looked at doors.

“They weren’t in the room.” she answered. “I think they’re already in the dining room or they went out.” She said and tilted head to the side. Judge shook with head and continued walking away.

Reiju’s lips betrayed her as they turned into a small smile, followed by a chuckle that was heard behind her hand. She looked back at doors, hearing murmurs of her brothers. Looking back in front she quietly walked after her father towards dining room, letting them sleep for a while more. She will protect them even if it is against their own father.

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Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate, Chapter 1

Haymitch and Effie reunite after the war, when an unexpected event knocks them off course. Chapter 1 of 3. Very very light M rating Chapter 1 Peeta’s shirt clung to him with sweat as he dug the shovel into the earth, digging up his second rosebush for the day. Once upon a time the groundskeeper had planted them there. The Victor’s Village used to overflow with Snow’s favorite bloom but no more. Where the bushes used to be, primroses now bloomed and marigolds and daffodils and rue flowers. It was for Katniss but not only. Ever since the boy returned to Twelve, gardening had worked therapeutically for him. A way to focus and soothe his mind. The steady sound of the shovel was what finally woke Haymitch. The old mentor lay sprawled out on the couch in nothing but a shirt that needed washing weeks ago and a pair of sad old underwear. He groaned as reality brought on the throbbing headache that was as routine for him as peeing in the morning. Haymitch lifted his hand and waved it helplessly in the air as if to ward off the shovel. Why could he never remember to pull those damn curtains together? He shadowed his face with his hand and that’s when he realized he wasn’t alone.

Effie sat there, on the very edge of his old armchair where springs stuck out through the stuffing and his skin crawled from déjà vu. How many times had he seen her at his house this time of year, collecting him for the reaping? He lost count. “I see you picked up where you left off.“ Effie glanced at the empty liquor bottles that littered the floor. Her strawberry hair fell freely down her shoulders. He still wasn’t used to see Effie like she really was, without all that crap she put on her face and her crazy outfits. She looked younger, washed out, more vulnerable. He grunted something about pants and heaved himself up. He found them thrown aside in the kitchen of all places and pulled them on, in no hurry to go back to her. Seeing his old escort only brought back memories from her last visit and they hadn’t gotten less embarrassing with time. He never planned on fucking her when she brought Peeta home, back in March but that’s still how he wound up. He sucked at goodbyes; didn’t do well with any change and when she embraced him he felt it in his bones that he’d never see her again despite her promise that she would return. That’s why he kissed her and everything deteriorated from there. It was pathetic. Quick and with no elegance whatsoever. He thrust himself into her once, twice and then it was over. It’d been so long since he last had a woman and Effie’s warmth and tightness overwhelmed him. He came hard, couldn’t hold back. He just emptied all he had in her. Effie wasn’t even close. Afterwards they were both so embarrassed and uncomfortable they didn’t know where to look or what to do with themselves. “Take care of them,” she mumbled. “I will,” he muttered back and Effie got her bag and slipped out the door, like she couldn’t get out of there fast enough. And yet, here she was. Haymitch took some water in his hands and splashed it on his face. He rinsed out the bad taste in his mouth, snapped the seal on a bottle, drank. Better. Much better. The telltale clicking of heels approached and he knew without looking that Effie watched from the door. “Guess it’s my own fault you couldn’t call me,” he said and turned around with the bottle in hand. “Went and broke it again. Don’t think you’ll be able to fix it this time, sweetheart. Sorry.” He stretched out with a grunt and scratched his stomach. “Why you here? Forgot somethin’?” “I’m pregnant.” The silence that followed after she uttered those words was so thick it was palpable. Effie watched him, tired and unsmiling, waiting for him to respond but Haymitch couldn’t get a single word out. He stood there frozen, his grip on the bottle so tight his fingertips shone white and bloodless. “I just found out. My doctor…” He saw her lips move but he couldn’t hear her, couldn’t make sense of the words. His ears rang. Everything blurred together. “Haymitch?” He felt a pressure against his arm and through the black spots that filled his vision a pair of worried, blue eyes appeared. She kept her hand against his arm, steadied him until he could see her face again. “You’re pregnant?” he croaked. He wanted her to deny it. To tell him it was all just a bad joke. It couldn’t be true! But Effie only nodded. “Nine weeks.” “You told me…” Haymitch rasped. “You told me you can’t get pregnant. That’s what you said.” “I know. I know you’re upset…” “Upset?“ All the blood drained from his face was returning, fast. ”You’re dropping a fucking bomb on me, Eff! You can’t be pregnant! How can you be pregnant when your doctor said it’s impossible!?” “I don’t know!” “I can’t have a kid, Eff! You know I never wanted kids!” “I didn’t plan it, Haymitch.” “I can’t have a kid!” “What do you want me to say! I don’t know how it could happen. It just did!” He cursed and smashed his bottle against the wall, making her jump. The liquid flowed down the yellowed, torn wallpaper. “It was all just a stupid mistake! Christ, one time! How can you do this to me, Eff? “You think I wanted this!?” Effie cried. “You think I came here that day in the hopes that you would father my child? All I wanted was to go over Dr. Aurelius’s instructions with you! That’s all! Only you decided to jump me!” “Do not pin this on me, Eff! You screwed up! You and your moron doctor so don’t you fucking blame me! You can’t just waltz in here and make me have a kid! How do I even know it’s mine? For all I know you could have screwed everyone in…” The slap hit his face so hard he staggered back a step. “Of course it’s yours, you pathetic, horrible worm!" Effie’s eyes swam with tears. "I am so stupid! To believe you would take responsibility! You’re a good-for-nothing drunk and that’s all you ever will be! But don’t you worry, Haymitch, have it your way! It’s only your child. And I will do this on my own!”

Author’s note: This story got longer than I expected so there will be two more chapters after this. :) Reviews are love and always appreciated! Chapter 2 will be up next weekend

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thinking thoughts today

thinking about shigaraki losing a match on his game and coming over to you, laying in his bed, and taking his frustration out on you in the form of aggressive kisses, nips, and pathetically rutting into your thigh. thinking about how he would ask you if you think he's a loser, and having to listen to him grumble about how useless his teammates were, all while he's panting and shaking on your lap. he'll get himself off on your plush thighs, shoving his face into your chest and moaning feverishly into the nape of your neck, making a pure mess of himself. once he's finished, he'll get right back up, slip back into his chair, pop his headset back on, and the cycle will repeat.

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Through n through | Tom Holland

3 am.

I sat on the floor, my head resting against his shoulder. We'd been watching a film for two hours but I hadn't really been paying attention to it, I was more interested in him.

I closed my eyes and just listened to the faint pat of raindrops fall on the roof above us and the feel of Tom's warm body against mine.

"Hey, you okay?", asked Tom from beside me, the TV was turned off so I presumed the film had finished.

"Perfect", I replied, smiling slightly.

"You know you're adorable when you smile", said Tom, standing up and stretching.

"Um I think you're cuter actually", I said, winking cheekily at him.

He just shook his head and laughed almost as if to say he was the lucky one to have me, not the other way round.

I stood up to join him, smiling at the way he turned to face me.

He was honestly such a gentleman.

"So, what do you wanna do?" I asked softly.

"Whatever you'd like" he said, reaching out for my hand and placing it in his.

"How about we start with this", I said kissing him on the lips.

He smiled slightly and kissed me back, responding to the kiss with a little more enthusiasm.

Already I could feel my hands start to shake, just a tiny bit. I think it was Tom, he made me nervous.

"What's the matter bab?", he asked, breaking of the kiss.

"Sorry baby I didn't mean to worry you, sometimes you just make make a little nervous that's all. You're just so perfect and I'm scared I will ruin whatever we have together"

"Oh baby", he said, wrapping me into a hug. "You're perfect to me"

"And you're a gentlemen", I said, kissing him on the cheek. "Now where were we?"

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Velvet Burgundy

Masterlist Halloween Drabble #1

AU: see warnings Genre: Smut-ish Pairing: Jongdae x Reader Wordcount: 940 Notes for Update: Comment if you want more! Warnings: Smutty things, not mentioning anything to not spoil anything but i don't think there's anything triggering, i'm just hiding the au. Read at own risk!  A/N: This is the shortest thing I've ever written. Shoutout to the amazing @sootemptation (prev. paark-haaraa) for pre-reading this and helping me pick the title. And honourable mention to my babe @oh-beyond have a little of this, I think (hope) you'll like it.

 You walked back into the room, wide sweater slipping of one shoulder as the dimmed red lighting reflected on your pale skin. It was warm inside, the smell familiar to you, soft and flowery, but a little spicy. Your eyes followed the lines of the black velvet couch that was placed along the wall, finding his slim figure waiting for you. His head thrown back, hair disheveled, the beautiful lines of his throat exposed. The blue of his veins stood out against his ever so pale complexion. 

He didn't seem to notice your presence, or chose to ignore it, while taking a deep drag of his cigarette and blowing out the smoke into the air above him. Even from the door, the way his eyelashes fluttered over his skin was clear. "I missed you." he whispered, voice raspy with need. Need for you.

Your skin tingled at the sound of it, spreading a delightfully warm fire in the pit of your stomach. He opened one eye, letting his head fall to the side. He drank you in, eyes scanning over your body. You wanted to close your eyes, feel him even from this distance. There was a longing in you, that drew you closer, step by step until he could reach out for you.  His soft skinned fingers immediately searched place under your sweater and onto your bare skin. The way his fingers only lightly ghosted you, before gripping firmly and guiding you closer. There had always been something about his scent that you'd loved, like burnt caramel and smoke, bitterness that used to be sweet. You inhaled him, as you parted your legs over his, sitting down in his lap.  "No lace today?" he mused, light smile playing on his lips. His fingers drew slight circles, as he looked at you with hooded eyes. You felt the anticipation crawl over your skin, sinking and rising like his chest did with every breath.  You chuckled at his comment, light and airy. "You know my work hours are just over. Yet, here you are."  When he'd taken the last drag of his cigarette, he crushed it against the glass tray on the side, gliding his now free hand up your leg. "You're done with work, yet you came for me." he whispered, tongue darting out to lick his lips.  You smiled, closing your eyes and just feeling him. "Why are you here?" There came no answer from him, he spread his hands out over your lower back. Being with him was different every time. Today was agonisingly slow, but there was playfulness in his smile, a childish shimmer in his eyes.  He always reminded you of a young boy, but the seal around his throat told you otherwise.  "I already told you." he shifted you a little closer, sitting up, and you felt his warmth. In the tacky red lighting his face carved out deeper than it was, making his cheeks seem hollow, his eyes sunken. "I missed you." His hands pushed you towards him, arching your back to your breasts lightly brushed against his chest. "I've never seen you wear clothes like this?" With a little grin that was familiar to you, like everything about him was, he looked at your beige knitted sweater. "Or this colour. I like it."  It's true, you normally wore lace, or leather, when you were with him. For him, seeing you in a sweater and jeans was completely new, and somehow it made you feel vulnerable. Which was odd since you were more dressed than you had ever been with him. "You're aware I can't provide for you outside of work hours, right?" He hummed, pressing you ever closer and dropping his face into the crook of your neck. Only then, you touched him, bracing one hand on a strong shoulder, the other cradling the back of his head. His black hair was soft, velvety, and the waves slipped through your fingers seamlessly. You shivered, not daring to suppress it, as the tip of his tongue darted out ever so slightly to taste your skin.  "Jongdae." you whispered, warning him with a slight tug to his hair.  "God." he breathed. "I'll pay your boss." His energy changed and you felt it electrify your skin. There was a deep growl from his chest, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. He leant you back, slipping your sweater over your head and throwing it across the room. His maroon eyes seemed almost burgundy as they landed on your bare chest. "I definitely like this more." Briefly, he halted, taking his time to brush his thumb over your nipple, watching it harden. "A lot more." He bent you back further, and you held onto his shoulders, comfortably pressing the apex of your thighs to his hips. You noticed then, that he was hard, painfully so. Not that he gave you much time to acknowledge that before he leant down and licked a broad stripe up your skin. Starting in the valley between your breast and going up one side of your neck.  Then he stopped his breath hot and heavy, lips parted. You felt them lightly, scraping your skin, familiar but yet still exciting. But he'd never take you without your consent, not once had he been that overbearing. Today however, you wondered if he would. You craved it though, he'd made you crave for it. So you slid your fingers back into his hair and tilted your head, baring your throat to him. "Please." you whimpered.  He groaned at the sound of you begging for him. Then he sank his teeth deep into your skin. 

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Hide-and-seek | Vinsmoke family

Fandom: One Piece  

Rating: General  

Word Count: 857  

Genre: Family | Hurt/Comfort  

Summary: AU in which the siblings play hide-and-seek and Sanji becomes scared of dark places.

Notes: I'm not too confident about this one if I'm honest. And I'm still not sure what role to give Judge in this AU, so if in some one-shots he seems a bit different and odd, it's just me...trying to figure out his character for it. Any kind of review/feedback (good or bad) is welcomed.

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Sanji was running. Coming to a stop, he looked around the hallway, making sure he was alone before he disappeared into empty room. Just as he was about to relax, he heard quiet and quick footsteps from the hallway. With a startle, he ran to the wardrobe and jumped in, closing the doors behind. He tried to remain indifferent, but his lips and a quiet gasp betrayed him.

Hearing the doors opening, he covered his mouth, making sure he wouldn’t make any noise. He looked to doors when he heard footsteps coming closer.

“It!” There was a distant voice.

The footsteps that stopped right in front of him turned around and ran out of the room. Sanji let out his breath he held, knowing that he was safe.

“That’s not fair Reiju! You already know all the secret places!”

Sanji recognized Yonji’s voice. He chuckled and pulled his legs to his chest, waiting.

A minute passed.

No one was coming.

And another minute.

Still no one.

Sanji leaned his chin on top of knees, his lower lip slowly plumping out into pout. A quiet sigh left his lips. Closing his eyes, the sound of bird chirping in the background and the soft wind breeze lulled him to sleep.

He could hear the voices outside and people rushing on the hallway. And Sanji wondered why everyone was on their toes, but feeling too tired from all exams and training, he could barely move a muscle anymore.

“-ji!”

Sanji hummed and rubbed his eyes.

“Sanji!”

He blinked and shivered when he realized he was still in the wardrobe. The space was dark and he immediately woke up. He stood up and tried to open the doors, but they didn’t move. His heart skipped a beat and he knocked on doors. Parting his lips, he wanted to call, but all he could manage was a squeal.

“Sanji!”

It was his father calling for him, followed by voices of workers. A dreadful feeling spread in his stomach.

“F-father!” Sanji called with a stutter. “I-Ichiji! Reiju!” He banged on doors. His eyes welled up. He wanted to get out of the wardrobe as quickly as possible. "I'm here!" He called louder when tears streamed down his cheeks. He was scared of this dark and small place that seemed to grow smaller.

There were footsteps rushing into the room before the wardrobe was swung open. Sanji was shivering and his head was in-between his hands, his knees pulled to his chest.

"Sanji!" The three siblings called for their brother and rushed to his side.

Sanji raised his gaze, his face stained with tears. He wanted to cry. But the moment he saw his father's angry expression, he bit his lip. Hard. He trembled, already seeing himself being scolded.

"It's not Sanji's fault!" Ichiji immediately spoke and hugged Sanji as he stared at his father.

"Yeah!" Yonji piped in, rushing to stand between his siblings and father. "It was my idea to play hide-and-seek!" He said, despite feeling a chill run down his spine when he was met with Judge's eyes filled with anger.

"It was my fault that I didn't keep an eye on them." Reiju spoke in normal voice. She could hear the whispers of the maiden workers behind.

"Niji," Judge called for the second son.

Niji quietly stood beside Reiju. He was terrified. But it wasn't because of his father, no, it was because of Sanji. He was terrified of the fact that Sanji spent hours of being locked in a wardrobe. "Father?" He called quietly. His voice shook and Reiju held his hand, letting him know she was there.

Judge looked at Niji. No one said a word and the only sound the room was filled with were the sobs and hiccups of Sanji. He tried to quiet them down, yet the comfort of Ichiji weakened him longer he was embraced. Sanji's hiccups grew louder until he broke down. Niji rushed on Sanji's other side without hesitation and embraced his younger brother. Reiji stepped beside Yonji, her gaze hard as Yonji's darkened. Neither of them liked hearing Sanji cry and they were determined to not make it happen again.

Judge looked from one son to another before he looked at Reiju last. He didn't say a word as he sighed and turned around. He left the empty bedroom, one of maiden workers approaching Sanji, her eyes filled with worry. She wanted to make sure he was alright, but before she could, the siblings beat her to it.

"It's alright Sanji." Ichiji was the first one to speak.

Yonji's lips were turned into thin line before he turned around and looked at Sanji. "Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked and approached him, Reiju following in tow.

Sanji shook with head.

"You're safe now." Reiju spoke in soft voice as a gentle smile spread on her lips. If not, we'll make sure you are.

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I just read your shigaraki fic with him stealing readers clothes and

First: loved it he’s such a little freak and I love him

Second: part 2? Maybe where reader goes into his rooms well he’s doing his thing with our clothes and gets caught red handed and just pretty much braces down and reader doms him or something I don’t know I just think a part 2 where reader walks in on him doing it would be fun

I’m sorry if this is against any rules you have you can ignore if you want

Im just an idiot 🙃 ok goodbye

shhhhh ur not an idiot and this is hot af so YASS

laundry pile (nsfw)

tomura x fem!reader

tags: stealing clothes, masturbation, stalker behavior, heavy petting, dacryphilia, p/v pen, swearing, degradation, dom/sub dynamic implied, fem reader, hardcore smut, light comfort, sub/switch! tomura, humiliation, oral (m&f rec)

A/N: i'm getting caught up on my asks finally 🫶 so sorry for the weird inactivity i love u all! also this isn't proofread sorry ill prob edit it later lol!

"For fucks sake" you threw your door open in frustration, storming down the hall to Shigaraki's room. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst. You didn't really want to ask him of all people, but you were desperate and flustered now.

You knock gently, and before hearing him respond, you turn the handle.

"Hey, Shigaraki, have you seen my-" You open the door of Tomura's room prematurely, the light knocking not alerting him fast enough as he scrambles to yank his covers over him.

"SHIT, fucking, GET THE FUCK OUT," the man's voice heightens in pitch with every word, straining to speak. He's gripping his blanket with four white knuckles, ring finger held above the blue fabric. His hands shake and beads of sweat are flattening his fringe to his forehead, and his breathing even from the doorway looks erratic. It's no mistake, you walked in at the wrong time. Your jaw hangs open slightly at the image of him and begin backing up slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'll...well, while I'm here," you start with a sheepish smile, "have you seen my black sweater? The one with the..." Your fingers twiddle around as you describe the well-loved garment, and he groans.

"...No," he wipes his hair from his face, "Go ask the girls."

"Sorry. Yeah, I'll do that." You reach for the door handle with a curt nod, and turn to head out, when something catches your eye. On the floor, next to a pile of used towels and dirty laundry, you notice the familiar lace trim, a delicate pink bow...

You reach for the piece as Tomura shoots up on his bed, still covering himself. "What are you doing??" His voice is anxious, and as you come back up, you hang the fabric delicately between your fingers in front of him.

"Are these my fucking underwear?" With a fire hot enough to burn his room to the ground, you storm closer to him, standing over him now with fierce eyes, able to really take in the sight of him now. His eyes are heavier than usual, his back flexed and his arms tense against his chest as he plasters the sheet against his snowy skin. He looks up at you with a feverish glint, avoiding contact with the skimpy bottoms hanging in front of his face. He shakes his head, unable to speak.

The sheet leaves little to the imagination, as you look him up and down in his bed. You bite back your rage as you notice a strap peeking out from under one of his pillows, and you shove him back and lean over to yank it out from underneath. Your pink bralette, that you could've sworn you lost for good, was now in your hands, waving dangerously close to Tomura. With wide eyes, he gives the equivalent look to a dog who got caught with a slipper. Cowering was a new look for him. As you stare him down, you notice the sheet twitching, an unmistakable silent pleading. Your face, now mere inches above his, sends his heart sprinting out of his body.

If it weren't for your discovery, it would've been almost...charming, to see him like this. Lips pink and puffy, as if they'd been bitten raw, and the remarkable sheen of sweat and lust glazing his scarred face. A heavy breath, halfway to climax and halfway to anxiety attack. You couldn't tell if he was turned on or terrified at this point. Your mind preferred the latter, but somewhere deep inside, you liked the idea of the former.

There was also something already charming about his actions. Your clothes were scattered all around him, around his room. Part of you felt enthralled by the idea of your fearsome leader, your boss, the dangerous villain doing something as depraved and perverted as stealing your clothes. Especially after all of the shit you guys fought about, how many times he told you to fuck off and that he couldn't stand you. It was like an unwritten confession, and it made your heart flutter for a moment. You stood there, thinking about what he was doing to them exactly, with a frivolous process. It didn't take much for your mind to conclude the thought, knowing you just caught him doing precisely what you could have imagined with them. It felt almost elementary to catch him in the act of something so vulgar, and despite your scornful expression, you had to fight the instinctual curling of your lips.

"What else do you have of mine?" You kept your face flat, curiosity driving you further. He shrank down a moment before raising a shaky arm towards his door.

"Close that, please" his brows furrowed as you both looked toward the wide-open door, giving whoever walked by a full view of the situation. You padded towards it and slammed it closed, locking it behind you before re-approaching him with the same fervor as before. You toss the two garments at him and ask him again.

"What else did you steal from me?"

He swallowed and took a deep breath before raising his hand up in defeat, "I'm sorry". His eyes glossed over as he looked away, blinking rapidly. He lifted the pillow behind him and began removing things from the pile of things. Multiple pairs of underwear, two bras, three shirts, a pair of lounge shorts, and a few random socks. Your jaw dropped as he handed them to you, sniffling with embarrassment and disturbance. You shook your head slowly, partially in awe and disbelief. How did he even manage...and why? How long had he been doing it for? Your mind raced as you compiled everything at the edge of his bed. He sat there dejected as you counted everything.

"Fourteen. FOURTEEN things of mine. Just under your pillow. What, why?? Where else do you hide it all? Is this where all my clothes have gone?" Your voice rises in frustration and confusion as he falters.

He shakes his head and quavers, with the smallest voice you've ever heard from him.

"I don't know. I'm sorry". He shows remorse, no doubt. But the movement underneath the thin sheet doesn't help to convince you of his guilt. Some part of him likes the fact he was caught, surely. It's easy to see it, with the faint flush of his complexion.

You lean down more and lift his face with a finger on his chin, directing his eyes to meet yours. You don't say anything, which scares him more than anything. At any point, you could run out of his room, screaming about how he was a freak, or a coward, or a stalker. Even him, your notorious leader, was scared of being exposed so viscerally. You recognize this, his crimson eyes welling with shameful tears as you look into them.

You wanted to be so angry. You wanted to be disgusted, freaked out, and you wanted to hate him. You could let him being murderous slide, but being a loser? It boiled your blood. But you couldn't tear yourself away from his wet gaze, the tears falling heavily now as you gripped his chin between thumb and forefinger. He didn't pull away, either, he just accepted his loss. There were so many reasons why you should hate him.

But you don't, you realize, as you lean in and pull him into a hungry kiss. His lips are rough, but wet with tears as you press yours into them. Maybe it was pity, maybe it's because you know he's pent up and stressed out and most certainly a virgin. It's possible he just needs comfort. Perhaps you're encouraging him, and for all you know, maybe you like that.

You stop yourself from thinking and just let your body move. You push him back, taking his hands away from the iron grip on the sheets and lifting them above his head. He doesn't argue, and complacently loosens his body with a light whimper as you touch him. You climb onto his lap, still pinning his arms down as you snake your tongue into his mouth. He tastes so sweet, so addicting. It was unlike anything you could describe, like apple and spices and sweet mint. You cave in to him, allowing yourself to feel the rush of endorphins swell in your core. Your mind goes blank as you feel his length between your legs, twitching and jumping like an eager animal.

You finally pull away from the kiss, only to bite down his scarred neck and shoulder.

"You're a fucking thief" you say between bites, and he whimpers.

"I know" he shakes as you sink your teeth in. He groans out as you bite down harder at his response.

"You're a fucking freak" you spit. He nods, trembling.

"I'm sorry" he cries out as you sink your canines into him.

"You like that, hm? You like being a sick fuck?" you tighten your grip on his wrists.

His whimpers and moans drive you crazy. You fight the urge to take him all at once, even if it tortures you as well. Your lips curl sadistically as you lick his wounds, tongue grazing over not only the bites, but the torn skin of his neck from his incessant scratching. The faint taste of blood stings in your mouth, the metallic fragrance soaking your senses. You feel your core liquify as tears spill from his eyes, the thick lashes sticking together. He sobs, clenching his jaw.

"Please, I can't take it". His heavy breaths buckle in his chest, and you bring your free hand up to caress his face.

"You're so pretty like this, Tomura" your voice is slick with hunger, a newfound lust from hearing his pathetic noises. He blinks up at you in a daze, his pupils blown wide as you release your grip on his wrists.

"Please" he whispers, and you laugh.

"Please what? You seriously think you're getting rewarded? For being a fucking pervert?"

Tomura bites his lip and shakes his head.

"No, I'm sorry".

It was a sight to behold. Your fearsome leader, now crumbling beneath you, begging to be touched. Pleading for forgiveness, admitting fault with fat tears soaking his cheeks. Everything you swore he would never be capable of, he was doing. And it made you feel so powerful. It was well overdue- someone eventually would've put him in his place- you just never thought it'd be you to do it.

You retreat from his lap, standing swiftly. You watch his face fall a bit, then relight as you slide your top and bottoms off, leaving you standing nearly naked in front of him. His eyes soak in the image of you, his hands clenching. You reach for the sheet and yank it off of him, finally, to expose his naked body completely.

His cock stands proud, already leaking and throbbing as you grab it. He gasps, the air hitching in his chest as your thumb slides down the tip, admiring his length as you squeeze it gently.

"You're such a desperate little bitch," you start demeaning him further, fingers trailing to wrap around his balls. He mewls as you continue, "I always knew you were a pathetic loser".

His cock convulses as you speak, and you lose you patience. You take him in your mouth, pressing your tongue flatly against the thickness. You graze your teeth against the sensitive skin, and he hisses out a string of curses. You speed up, fingers still teasing him with lazy tugs. You reach underneath and press two fingers against the untouched skin, massaging it gently. The action causes him to clench his fists mindlessly against the sheets, and they immediately disintegrate into nothingness. He grumbles out a "Fuck", but is swiftly redirected back to the multitude of sensations below. You laugh, his thick cock still in your mouth, and he throws his head back. He begins mindlessly thrusting into your throat, causing you to choke a bit on the size of him. He spreads his legs open further as you massage the neglected spot, clearly enjoying the newly discovered sensitivity.

Before he can finish, and god is he dangerously close to doing so, you pull off of him. He groans and silently begs for more, but you shake your head and get back on top of him.

"You think I'm doing this for your enjoyment? You owe me, not the other way around." you spew out. "It's my turn, loser."

He doesn't have time to argue it as you slide your underwear off and bring yourself to his face. You speak, knowing his can't respond, enjoying his compliance. "Have you ever done this before? No? Hm..." You chuckle out sinfully as his mouth falls wide, dragging his tongue up your dripping cunt to your clit. "Do a good job, and maybe then I'll let you have more."

He's clearly inexperienced, the way his tongue explores your folds and curves, but he's starving regardless. He presses his tongue deeply into you, moaning at the taste as you grind against his mouth. He gains confidence as he grips your hips with a four-fingered grip, keeping his pinkies as far as anatomically possible from your soft skin. He kneads his slender fingers into the fat of your hips and ass, his nails digging in as his tongue picks up speed. After a minute or two adjusting, he's eating you like a dog, licking and sucking and nipping at everything he can, with a determination previously unseen. It feels unforgettable, the way his teeth graze your clit and his tongue licks at you like you're candy. The poor depraved man laying under you, finally graced with the taste of you he's only ever had in dreams. You tasted much better than the underwear he stole. It felt holy now, so dirty and urgent that it felt like prayer.

You can't avoid the hastily approaching orgasm as he flicks his tongue on the throbbing bundle of nerves. You grind down on his face, coating his mouth and chin with your heat as he sends you over the edge. You drive your hips down, nearly suffocating him, as you clench and shiver on his face. You can feel him panting and smiling and swallowing every drop of your climax thankfully, which sends you even further.

When you finally come crashing down, you pull off of him and slide back down his chest and position him right in front of your needy hole. But you can't give into him just yet. It's his punishment, not reward, to fuck you and please you and make you cum.

He looks positively elated, his pupils still swallowing his ruby irises and his hair tangled around his pretty face. He's smiling, with a tired breath, but he's nowhere near done. He's completely aware of his consequences.

"Good boy, Tomu" you praise him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, his face still soaked from you. He smiles a bit more, but is still silent as you continue, "I almost forgive you for being such a disgusting slut".

He nods and silently mouths out an "okay". You trail a finger up his jaw and press a kiss to it. But his response isn't enough for you. You want more, you want to press the subject deeper before allowing him to have something so sacred.

"Tell me, pretty freak; why did you steal my clothes?"

He takes a moment to bite his lip, looking away as he responds. "I like to".

Not good enough. "And?" you pry.

"It...feels good. To smell you. And taste you. It feels so good..." he bleats out pitifully, and you can't help but feel a little bit enamored at his answer.

"Yeah? Was it worth it?" You tilt your head slightly, loving his plaintive admissions.

He nods and smiles, "Definitely".

Tomura's slight defiance stirs something inside of you. At the end of the day, he always gets what he wants. And if he wanted to steal your clothes, soil them with a weeks worth of cum, he fucking would. He did. He wasn't an entirely too demanding person, but he was, at his core, determined to have everything he wants. Including you, in every way he can.

You can't wait any longer as you take his length inside of you. You gasp out a bit at the size, feeling it stretch your walls with a burning sensation. He immediately moans out, unable to even slightly quiet down as he feels how wet you are around him.

"You're so fucking tight," he cries, and you clench around him, causing him to spasm a bit. His eyes roll back and he begins thrusting into you from below, the friction driving you crazy. "You feel just like I imagined" he confesses, words heavy with desire.

You grind into him as he thrusts, both rutting against each other fervidly. The tuft of baby blue hair drags a bit against your clit and you can't help as his name spills from your lips like honey.

"Fuck, Tomura, you're so big" you lewdly cry out as he grips you again. His cock slams against your cervix, sliding in and out of your entrance rapidly. His moans and whimpers become intangible, a never-ending slew of crude noises just leaking from his pretty pink lips. You nearly forget being angry, you throw your inhibitions to the side, because it feels far too good to not focus on entirely. The way he whines and keens melts you like the sun.

You both get closer with each frantic thrust. Months of pining and pretending to hate each other paid off well enough, because the feeling of his cock inside of you, plowing you filthily, locked in the satisfaction of meeting him in the first place.

"And I thought you hated my guts" you moan out as he slams into you, folding a bit. He wraps his arms around you and you tuck your head into his neck as he takes complete control from beneath.

"No, I just, fuck, couldn't stand not having this" he breathes out, his hold on you intensifying. "I want you".

His speed shakes your mind, leaving you fuzzy as you reach your final breaking point. He's close behind, his thrusts becoming less coordinated as he moans out your name like a broken record.

"Tomura, I-"

He cuts you off with a whine, "Please, let me cum inside of you". You completely shatter around him, the heat inside of you finally snapping in half as you grind into him mindlessly, the sensation of your orgasm tearing through you like a full moon's tide. You cry and gasp out into his ear, and he decides he can't wait anymore. He spills into you with a howl, twitching and sputtering as he finally fills you up. The pearly strings coat your sore insides, gumming you up. He sinks his teeth down into your neck as he ruts into you, pumping his seed deeper inside as he rides out his orgasm. You feel the suffocating wave of euphoria wash over you, unable to form a coherent thought as he pulls out slowly.

He lolls his head back and keeps you wrapped in his arms, unwilling to release you.

"I'm sorry" he finally speaks. The silence in the room dissipates with his raspy voice, and you nod.

"Do you at least wash them when you're done?" You ask, and he nods back.

"I return them when you aren't there.." he admits.

"Okay" you don't have the energy or even the space inside of you to actually be mad. If anything, you were more upset before cause for the most part, you were missing a lot of your favorite pairs of underwear, and you thought you were losing your mind.

"I promise I'll stop" he whispers into your hair, "I'm sorry".

You shake your head against his chest. "Don't. It gives me an excuse to come back in here and do this again".

His heartbeat speeds a bit as he processes your words. A part of him wants to tell you you don't need an excuse. But the other part of him wants you to keep catching him. The chase, the raw desire, he'd been playing the long game, and you fell right for it. His silly little game he'd been playing worked out perfectly in his favor, and he relished in that fact.

He doesn't respond. You close your eyes on his chest, and he pulls up the other blanket that was unscathed from his torrential grip. He smiles to himself as you slowly fall asleep on him, your breathing slowing. Lying there with you, he finally felt content and full for once, and that scared him. But he laid there still, soaking in the feeling of completing his goal.

But he no longer wanted to play this game. He wanted to win it.