#stop tolerating reposters

[sophsun1]

people who steal and repost gifs without using the gif search and then act shocked when they get blocked by the op of those gifsets ie me and decide to contact me saying oh i don't know why i can't reblog your stuff. well it sucks to be you i guess maybe you should have thought about that before.

[starreo]

pro hero! katsuki bakugo drabble .

y'er so much trouble, aren'cha. includes blowjob, very vague? writing, fem! reader, slight perv! kirishima mention lol and adult themes, so mdni!!

you try not to, you really do. but sucking on katsuki's throbbing cock in the elevator of his agency is just so much fun. on the outside, you're just his secretary, sweet girl who god knows how, tolerates all those late night and early morning calls. your colleagues feel so much pity for you, ever since kirishima saw you sneaking out of leaving bakugo's house just in time for their early morning run, he came back to the office, loudly lecturing bakugo on how he can't overwork you like that.

so it makes it so much fun, to slide into the elevator, right after katsuki's blown his head off at some silly intern, fumes practically coming out of his ears as he repeatedly presses the button for the third floor. everyone stares at you in awe as you run right into the elevator. only you could face bakugo right now.

literally.

as he's about to scoff and grumble something stupid about how he's not in the mood to play around with you when the door finally closes and you smash him against the wall. normally katsuki bakugo wouldn't move an inch, but for you.

for you, baby, anything.

one hand of his is gripping your hair and fisting it into a ponytail as your head slowly moves closer to the base of his cock and then back to the tip, while his other hand struggles to find the emergency stop button of the elevator. "fuck fuck fuck- y/n, f-fuck, " he's throbbing in your mouth already, you can feel it deep in your throat as you hollow your cheeks against his girth, looking up at him with those fucked out eyes that he likes so much. he finally finds the button and smashes it right before it opens up on the third floor. and you can hear people outside groaning about how this is the fourth time this month.

as you're quickening your pace, hands wrapping around the excess of his length to help him finish, you can see him poke his tongue in his cheek, eyes shut as he tries so hard not to moan your name when you swallow all his orgasm. when he opens his eyes, it's to see the string of saliva and slick connecting your swollen lips to his softening cock as a few droplets of his cum drip down your chin. and that, is a sight he would never not want to see.

slowly, you get up from your knees, making a silly comment about how he's so much hotter in his winter uniform, and roughly brush your thumb against your bottom lip, collecting all the excess liquid and sucking on it as you watch color return to his cheeks.

"y'er so much trouble, aren'cha" he grins, eyes narrowing in fondness as he pulls you by your neck and sloppily smashes his lips against yours.

pulling back, he sighs before pressing the emergency stop button, eyebrows raising as he notices the crowd of people there, "get back to work you little shits, 'm not paying ya to loiter around-! and use thegoddamn stairs if the elevator ain't working! " and that classic workaholic bakugo act would've fooled everyone else, but when kirishima notices how everytime the elevator has acted up it's been the two of you going down, or coming up, he feels like he's connecting some dots, so he moves forward to catch a better glimpse, and there you are, oh, not to mention the very suspicious white stuff on bakugo's shoes. but it's okay, Kirishima won't tell anyone, maybe he'll take a quick check of the security cameras though, just to erase any evidence that might hurt his manly friend's rep, right? at least that's what he tries to convince himself of as he jolts downstairs with a boner harder than his quirk.

© starreo 2024. do not copy, translate or repost .

[lyneira]

♡ when you try to flirt with them ♡

-> how the genshin men would react when you attempt to flirt with them

suggestive!

lyneira's 1.2k milestone event

MEGA SIMP

Thoma, Kaveh, Gorou, Itto, Venti

You'll have them sweating bullets, at the edge of their seat, heart racing, and blushing furiously as they endure your flirting and teasing. Despite that, they are absolutely LIVING for your flirting. They're not gonna admit it aloud (not yet at least) but they want ALL of the affection, love, and teasing you're giving them.

In this state, you can ask him for anything and he'd obey. Heck, ask for the world and he'll give it to you because this guy is ENRAPTURED by you. Bro is just so excited and eager about the way you're treating him

Like lowkey, if you were to tell him the numerous things you'd do to tease him, get close to him, and ask, "Would you like all that, hm?~", he's going to take a sharp inhale and breathe out a soft, "yes please" before he combusts right then and there

Embarrassed

Xiao, Scaramouche, Diluc

Will probably hit you with a tsundere-ish, "What are you talking about baka...?!" in response to any smooth line you tell them, or a "Quit with that foolishness" when you try to flirtatiously put your hand on theirs.

Yes, he's going to tell you to stop, but it won't be very convincing with the shakiness in his voice and the vibrant blush that he's desperately trying to hide on his face. He's just feeling a mix of emotions right now, y’know? You're getting them all hot and bothered but they wouldn't dare admit that they're succumbing to your tactics.

They're playing hard to get because truly, you've easily got a hold of their heart and in actuality, it was him who wanted to be the one to catch yours first.

Cuts to the chase

Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Cyno

Like the previous dudes, they're also gonna ask you what you were doing, but would be serious about it instead. These guys don't like beating around the bush and your flirting is going nowhere, so he's going to interrupt you and make you cut to the chase. He'll do so by kabedon-ing you, slamming one hand against the wall which makes you yelp in surprise.

"If you want something, why not ask me directly?", he leans down, towering over your frame and lifts your chin gently with a finger, "I won't bite...unless you want me to"

Amused

Ayato, Baizhu, Kaeya, Childe, Heizou

As you flirt with them, they'll simply have a smile on their face, both pleased and amused that you have the guts to do so. Trying to seduce the flirt, eh? They find it all terribly cute. Yet, they won't say or initiate much up until they've seen you slowly lose your drive to continue flirting (due to their lack of response to your attempts)

"Is that all you've got, y/n? Don't get me wrong, all of this pleases me, but...", he places his hands on your hips and brings them closer to his own as he leans in close to your ear and huskily whispers, "...let me show you how it's really done" ;)

Would be a sweetheart

Zhongli, Kazuha, Tighnari, Albedo

Will look at you with such tenderness in his gaze, happy about your sentiments toward him. They'd also blush lightly at certain antics that you'd pull, but they overall have a better tolerance to your flirting in comparison to the mega simps and those who get embarrassed. They're too wrapped up in the thought that you admired him and held these feelings for them to get so flustered.

When you compliment him seductively, he'll chuckle softly and smile, "I'm fortunate that you think of me that way", he'll then caress your cheek with the knuckle of his index finger slowly and lightly before bringing it up to your lips and replacing it with the pad of his thumb, "I feel the same for you", he'd finish saying while rubbing small circles on your lower lip. Y'all should kiss already

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[anantaru]

cw. first time, repost, fem! reader

alhaitham suffocates upon his own words, fighting for breath at how teasingly good you were rubbing yourself on his cock.

the worst part? he cannot do anything about it— ephemeral authority over his own muscles, the sparse quiver of his large hands on your hips and how his swollen length couldn't stop throbbing against your folds, he has no reoccurring knowledge of this, by all means, he knew how it worked, he wasn't stupid! though can he really assure himself that it will feel good to you as well? because what if it doesn't and it'll all end in an undeniably lumbering mess of ponderous emotions.

you on the other hand— vulnerable and uncovered, were wriggling your sweet hips on top of his large cock and attempting to pacify his worries by your delicate trace. Perceptibly, alhaitham did not want you to see how openly tensed and frenzied he had become, but you really didn't phase any difficulties to see it yourself.

the air environing on you felt persistently hot and when you lower your chest on his own— with his tip prodding at your entrance, you hug him and fuse into his sizzling graze.

a push, just one, with a little help of both his hand and your hips mashing down, alhaitham bumps his tip into your tight opening, now he does little to hide his excitement because the scratchy hum from far inside his chest left nothing to the imagination. for you, it was unexplored and the untried split of his tip in you was a bit afflictive, though eventually you could sense yourself get more tolerant and easygoing— one second in an awkward situation, next you tried to take another inch of his.

"look— look at me." alhaitham's voice was rough and hurried, inhaling down his common reservations, "please just look at me."

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[rizsu]

the "losing all my innocence in the backseat" lyric is so geto waitttttt 😩

sneaky link geto who's like that guy who haunts the narrative of your love life

⢷ pepsi will never thrive without coca cola. (he ain't shit) geto suguru ꘟ fem-reader.

+ love, ‘su: PAUSE THE CHAT 🗣! geto would def stalk ur very much directed tiktok reposts and reply to them with “u miss me huh” (no beta #writtenassoonasigotthisask)

s-link!suguru who just wanted some quick comfort. he didn't need a nagging girlfriend who'd bother him about his whereabouts, certain messages, or even the not-so-hidden circular bruise at the side of his neck, a little under his ear.

in his eyes, you were — no, you are the perfect match for him. you're everything he's ever needed. you used him the way he used you; one and done. no more, no less. both equally needing the sense of relief and relaxation without pushing for deeper meaning.

s-link!suguru who obeyed the “no kissing” rule. to him, kissing is intimate — it's pure. the intentions of a kiss (in his view) are always romantic and genuine, two things that he's long been stripped of. he also avoided eye contact during the moment. it made him feel vulnerable, like he was ready to give up the persona and bask in your love.

again, you never opposed. if that's what he wants then sure. it's not like you were hoping for anything deeper. ignoring the sting in your chest, you often buried your head in the junction of his neck to shoulder — sometimes biting on his skin to deter yourself away from tears. you don't love him; it's just in the moment. that's all.

unlike what s-link!suguru believes, his friends collectively agreed that he's slowly falling in love. why else would he be aggressively tapping through your instagram stories? why would he swipe to reply with “who the fuck is that” if he isn't your boyfriend?

a monkey who doesn't see his own tail won't recognize his own mistakes, a saying his friends often preach — much to suguru's dismay. he doesn't know where it came from nor why they use it, but he's heard it from time to time.

the men can be heartless, but they have no tolerance for suguru intentionally hurting someone as sweet as you. you've met them, they met you, and s-link!suguru's hand never stopped lingering on your body. “not her boyfriend,” he said.

s-link!suguru eventually acknowledges that he's falling — head first, too. this is against every rule he laid out at the beginning of... whatever you two had going on. so, he didn't hesitate to slowly go no-contact with you.

it was easy to say the least. muting your chat, silencing your calls, skipping your posts — too easy. almost as easy as the first time you let him through your barriers. but he hadn't anticipate your immediate move on. when you finally confirmed that he's beginning to ghost you, you moved on.

did you jump relationships? no, but you did post more revealing outfits and “clubbing” stories.

his bottom lip suffered tremendous damage once he saw what you've been doing. is he angry? upset? jealous that you're in a dress he specifically pointed out that it'd “look hot on you” during a walk together?

it didn't take long before nailsbytrish457 kept viewing your profile. they were within the first few viewers. at first you were weirded out by it — a random account keeping daily tabs on you? time to private your profile.

for some reason, you didn't bother to private. instead, you were set on blocking the account and the other accounts it's attached to. your following count went down by 2. odd, right? why would su_geto be blocked as well if you only blocked nailsbytrish457?

s-link!suguru who gave up the non-existent fight and called you. he didn't care — you were going to deal with him whether you had the energy to or not. minutes into the call, arguing about the fact that he shouldn't be bothered until you hear a car pull up in your driveway.

baffled, you'd say “you're not fucking serious.”

he'd only reply with “open the door.”

in between the cursing, yelling, middle fingers being thrown up every now and then, you found yourself straddling his lap, digging your nails into his neck. you want to injure him — badly — but your mind can't seem to stop replaying the flashbacks you desperately tried to turn into lost footage.

s-link!suguru who cracks a cocky smile knowing he got his way, per usual. it's always like that. you know it too, but you can't seem to do anything about it. at least, he's a call (and an argument) away if you need him.

you're familiar with the warning that your love life will crumble if you don't get him out of the picture permanently, but how can you if he's so consistent yet irregular in your life? he's there, he's not. he's with you for a week, he's ghosting you the next.

a push and pull game you're too tired to care for.

andddd thats it bc im out of ideas 🧍🏽‍♀️ idk how situationships go i've yet to experience real romance in my life BYE. i literally stole my friends' experiences n stories for this #inspo #shoutouttotheirls

[hoshinasblade]

you are so close to gaslighting yourself into thinking that maybe, just maybe you have already told hoshina's mom in the past what your favorite tea is.

the problem with that thought is today was the first time you met the mother of your boyfriend.

you denied it in your head - for all you know, perhaps mrs. hoshina is just really a good at guessing. that, or you are going batshit crazy.

because at that very day, people you have met for the first time - people who may be friends with hoshina soshiro but are practically strangers to you - seem to be aware of small details about you.

captain ashiro complimented you on your blue dress after shaking your hands, saying it's obvious why it is your favorite color, emphasizing how it brings out the intensity of your eyes. even okonogi, who you know works directly with the third division's vice-captain, had a specific joyful aura on her friendly face as she offered to hang out with you in the future, mentioning how she is a fan of true crime documentaries too and suggesting in the same breath that you should try the pudding sold in the headquarter's cafeteria.

you could have let all of that go if only you did not blush like a teenager after hoshina's own older brother called you by your childhood nickname during family dinner.

"i'm sorry." hoshina's hand found yours, his thumb drawing patterns on your wrist. he knows you'd been on edge since morning, and although this is entirely your idea - meeting his friends and his family in one day - he wouldn't blame you if you're overwhelmed.

"they did their research on me or something," you tried to laugh the nerves away. it didn't work.

"ah." hoshina suddenly looked guity. " that. well -" he stopped for a moment, gathering his wits, choosing the right words to say. "i mean, it makes sense that everyone who actually knows me would know about you, really."

you wanted to joke as a response; you wanted to say that he's talkative and tends to yap for hours about stuff he loves so yes, people around him would naturally know things about you. but then you caught yourself because this is yet another confirmation of what hoshina soshiro had been telling you for months now - that you are someone he loves.

you did not know being known could feel this sweet.

"huh. do you reckon i can extort them for information about you next time?" this time it was your turn to grab hoshina's hand, and with your forefinger, you traced three little words on the warm skin of his palm.

[author's note: hello guys, i know i haven't been posting a lot anymore, but i am thankful to everyone who still remembers this blog - yes i can read your asks, yes i see that you've tagged me in a fic, yes i checked my notifications in this blog every now and then. it might take me long to respond most of the time so apologies in advance but please know that i appreciate all interactions from everyone.

also i dont need to remind you but i don't tolerate copy-pasting or reposting any of my works anywhere. i read a lot from here too, and other writers can attest to this as well - we know if a line or a paragraph from any of our works is copied and/or reworded. ]

[twinkletfout]

The Heavenly One Night Stand (One Shot)

»» | Tw: Inappropriate language/words, foursome, spitting, double penetration, dirty talk, facefuck, creampie, spanking, choking, rough sex |

»» | Fem!reader x Gojo x Geto x Toji | (Foursome) | yes, this is a repost::;

As you entered the bar, it was pretty crowded with plenty of people, both men and women drinking and dancing in a corner with jazz music playing softly in the background.

You approached the bartender and ordered one shot of tequila. Yes, you were going all out tonight. Maybe you will regret it in the morning, but right now you really need this to calm you down. The bartender was quick with his hand and poured the shot and slid it towards you before he moved to attend to his other customers.

You wasted no time before you grabbed it and downed the drink. Producing a hissing sound when the last drop has finally spilled down your throat and then slammed the shot glass on the counter. You called the bartender again for one more glass, not stopping any soon, you were thankful that your alcohol tolerance was high.

After a few shots, still sober, you noticed two guys staring at you, making it obvious that they were checking you out with no shame. One with white hair, like snow, that it was too hard to not to notice him in the crowd and the glowing blue eyes he hid with shades. The other, with his arm over the shoulder of his friend, stared at you, while leaning on the chair behind him, with a leather jacket that suited him quite well. He smirked at you when you noticed him and noted his dark hair that is tied to a bun on the back of his head, with one strand of bangs falling over his eyes till it reached his jawline. When he turned to whisper something to his friend, you noticed the inky piercing that he wore, mumbling something while still looking at you. whatever that he said made the other flash a toothy grin after he pulled away from him.

You decided to see what he was up to, and you were surprised when the man slid down his shades and then winked at you, lifted up his white tank top, showing off his pale abs and his hardened pink nipples, running his hands through them as you smirked back at him.

Maybe you should relax yourself tonight as well, with men that could satisfy your needs. When you took your eyes off of them for a second, you felt a light tap on your shoulder, when you turned around to see a massive muscular man standing before you, maybe in his 40s, with a scar on his lips, which was rather seductive to look at. He took the seat beside you.

"Drinking your sorrows away, darlin'?" He asked without taking his eyes off of you, you noticed how his eyes trailed down towards your chest and realised what he was getting at.

"Maybe" you replied while looking away smirking, And you suddenly became aware of the unknown presence behind you, when you looked back, you realised it was that one guy that flashed his abs and his friend trying to interfere into your conversation. The white haired guy leaned on the counter with the same grin he had and asked,

"Mind if we join as well?" you shot your head up to him when he spoke, you knew how your night will go based on the answer you'll give him. You leaned down on the counter before saying,

"Why so?" you asked, looking up at them with your doe eyes, clearly knowing the answer to it, but you wanted to hear them say it

"Well, you want someone to satisfy your pretty little needs, Isn't that right Satoru?," the one with the piercings lifted your chin up to meet his gaze before saying. Your face flushed at his words. The white haired man, Satoru, hummed in response with a smug look on his face. The massive man sitting beside you leaned in and brushed his lips on the nape of your neck slowly, and whispered "why don't you come with us, hm?"

A soft groan leaves him as he asked you, tempting you. You turned towards him before asking what his name was,

"Toji, Darlin', Toji Fushiguro." he said as his fingers found yours intertwining them as a wicked smirk grew on his face.

"Geto" the one with the leather jacket said as he leaned in towards your ear, as his hot breath brushed your skin, making you tremble.

"Gojo, Gojo Satoru. Remember it well, sweetheart." He teased you. The way these men talked to you made you aroused. Maybe they were already getting what they wanted. The tequila you consumed didn't even have twice as much as the effect of these three men had on you. Of course, you went with them, willingly.

Gojo and Geto were the first to leave, following them, Toji had his eyes on you while he walked behind you.

As soon as you reached the hotel, they made their first move as the door of the elevator had closed. In a split second, Toji's hand going over your waist and grabbing your breasts and squeezing them, Gojo's lips crashed on to yours, wasting no time to slide his tongue inside your mouth. All while Geto slid his hand under your skirt squeezing your butt, which later followed him creeping his hands inside your panties later, realising how wet you were.

They retrieved you as fast as they touched you when the elevator door opened. You didn't notice how you were leaning your body towards them, but when they got back to wherever they were. Your legs almost gave out, trembling all over, Gojo caught you before you could crumble down onto the ground.

"Feeling good already, hm?" He questioned, as he chuckled looking away from you, while you were trying to keep yourself still.

Toji and Satoru couldn't control themselves any longer before all of you even gotten into the room, both of them had pinned you against the wall close to your room while Geto struggled to open the door. Kissing, grinding, licking. Oh, you couldn't make up what was even going on anymore.

The moment when they heard the 'tck' sound of the door unlocking, they had pulled you into the room.

Toji picked you up and threw you on to the bed as they all got undressed, undoing your skirt and bra, Toji kissed you down your thigh, towards the place that burned up each time as the kiss was planted on your inner thigh.

He licked your cunt through the fabric of your panties, taking in all of your scent, savoring it.

Stretching your panties to a side, his hands ran through your folds then teasing your clit. You moaned as his tongue played with your pussy, making you squirm

When you were in your own world, enjoying the pleasure, Gojo and Geto interfered with your fun, begging for you to touch their erect cock.

Giving in to their desires, you stroked, sucked, their length as much as they wanted. They produced gentle grunts and groans here and there, feeling good. Gojo's hand found your tit, squeezing them, going down to give it a sweet kiss. Geto knew this was his chance to steal you for all of himself, using your mouth as he pleases, he thrusted his cock deep inside your throat, a moan leaving him as he did. He didn't even give you the chance to adjust to his length before he started to fuck your mouth, deeply and roughly.

"Just like that baby, yes haa,," he moaned your name over and over again, turning you on, before he pulled your head close to him slowly, but it was quick, before he came down your throat. Pulling himself out of your mouth, he exhaled a heavy breath. Chuckling as he bend down himself to meet your gaze, his face coming closer to yours and planting a kiss on your lips, tasting himself on your lips, he pulled away from the kiss before he reached down to suck on your tit with Gojo, teasing your nipples.

You could feel the orgasm rumbling down on your body as Toji had finally started fingering you on the same spot that has been sending electric waves through your body for the past few minutes.

"You like it here, Baby?" he thrusted his fingers again in that specific area. Holding your moan back while your eyes rolled back. The way Geto and Gojo teased your nipples only made your orgasm ripple inside you faster.

"Right here?" he thrusted again, your voice spilling out his name as you came all over his fingers.

"Now, that's what I like to hear," he said, taking his fingers out and reaching his fingers up to your mouth.

"Taste yourself for me, won't you?" the way you opened your mouth without a second thought made him chuckle, wrapping your lips around his fingers. He smirked when he felt your tongue licking his fingers clean.

"Aren't you an obedient girl?" He praised you, making you warm up at his words.

Your nipples were so red from being played with them too much, now three of these men, kissing you in turns, fighting each other to taste you. You sat on top of Toji while his length teased your folds, threatening to enter you at any moment, Geto showed up behind you, taking Toji's place, tasting your cunt. while Gojo appeared in front of you as he slapped his dick and then rubbing it on your pretty face. "You look so beautiful.." he said between each breath as he kept rubbing himself on you.

"Am i?" You asked him clearly, wanting him to compliment you more. He thrusted his hip while you took him inside your mouth. "Yes- yes, you are." He released a breathy sigh as he said those words with a sly smile on his face while your tongue wrapped around his cock, feeling himself inside your wet mouth pussy

You bobbed your head, picking up the rhythm as he thrusted down your throat. You could feel Toji's tip finally going in, slipping inside you while he left a grunt, was it because your pussy felt so good for him?

"So tight" he gasped softly,

You moaned when gojo was still fucking your face, the sound waves of your voice hitting him made it only feel even more pleasurable. Just before he came on your face, Toji didn't seem to let go of you that easily. His grip that was around your hips, tightening it on each thrust. It didn't feel so bad for him to leave some bruise marks on your body tonight.

"Are you forgetting something?" Geto inserted himself into you, stretching your pussy wide with both of their thicknesses. Tears started swelling in your eyes that slid down your cheeks, Gojo got hold of your chin making you face him. He wiped your tears with his thumb and caressed your cheek before he bent down to kiss your lips

"Good girl" Gojo whispered as he pulled away from your lips, his thumb slowly parting your lower lip as it gently moved inside your tongue, pressing it down as your mouth widened. A smirk grew on his face as he spit inside your pretty mouth.

Watching you savor it down your throat only made his dick ache. "Fuck" he groaned. Toji's strong hands squeeze down on your thighs, making you unable to move and take his length to the hilt. Geto was getting all breathy, his climax approaching, he grunted for one last time before he was buried deep inside you, painting your fleshy walls white with his cum.

He pulled out, switching with Gojo. Didn't even give you enough time to know what was going on, He thrusted inside, without a second thought. Toji was edging himself inside your cunt. Which he felt at ease inside your deepest part. He wanted to be buried inside you for eternity, wanted him to fill you whole as his tip kissed your cervix.

You were a mess, your makeup all smeared, red spots and hickeys all over your body due to the rough manhandling of your body. But you didn't seem to hate it at all, not a bit. Gojo moaned your name and whimpered as he was close to coming. Toji was too busy sucking on your tongue as you both kissed not too passionately.

"One more thrust- yeah, fuck, im- imcumming!!" He moaned as his eyes rolled back as you felt the warmth filling deep inside you. As Gojo pulled out from your pathetic little pussy, it was Toji's chance to have you all for himself.

"Such a selfish, bastard" Geto commented while Gojo laughed in the background. Just from Toji's cock, you were filled, completely. That thought made your pussy clench around his grit. He let out a pained groan as he felt you trying to milk him. "It won't be so easy, darlin'" he picked you up with ease and turned you over, all while his length was still buried inside your cunt. As your back hits the messy sheet beneath you, he starts pounding into you violently as he slapped on the soft flesh of your ass.

"Even after all the pounding, why are you still so fucking tight, huh?" He questioned, your pussy clenched even more when he said that. Producing a hissing sound at your filthy behaviour, he brought his hand and wrapped it around your throat as he slightly choked you.

He brought himself closer to your face and then slowly bit down on your lower lip, gently sucking and biting. His other hand that was holding your waist slowly slid down to grip your ass, which he later continued to slap them as he pleased. The choking only made it harder for you to moan, "Shhh" he whispered, "Take it like the good girl you are." he slapped again, but this time it was much harder and painful.

Your eyes swelled with tears which started to pour out, he kept looking into your teary eyes, so full with desire all while fucking you in missionary. Holding your legs in place so you won't squirm around. His face nuzzled in between your neck, he sucked and bit down on the soft spot of your collarbone.

"Toji- im,im cummi- Toji!!" Your voice came out all blended with pleasure while your legs quivered and shook under his strong grasp, he didnt pay no attention as he kept on fucking into you, as low grunts left him.

The two men that you almost forgot that were watching you and toji go at it made them more hornier, when they eventually decided to join in again, as they started to hump on your face.

It was so obvious that Gojo loved rubbing himself on your face, loved it a little too much. While Geto kept on jerking off to you getting fucked by Toji. You felt Toji twitching inside you as he picked up his pace. He kept on moaning your name as he finally spilled himself inside your deepest parts. You could feel yourself cumming again on his sloppy cock. Not much time after, Gojo and Geto both came on your face. The four of you were a panting mess as you trembled all over covered with their filth. Toji slowly pulled out of your messed up cunt, all of the semen left by these three men slowly starting to ooze out of you as he did.

"Lick it clean won't ya?" He said with a smirk as he slapped it on your face, your eyes fluttered open at his request. Gojo brought his lips towards your ear as he whispered, "Lets do this again, hm?" As you looked at the three men, an evil smile plastered on their face as they looked down at you.

[aesiva]

 ꣑ৎ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 (엔하이픈)

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𝓁 。heeseung  (희승)

heeseung wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he sighed contentedly and glanced down, admiring your features. he smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. you looked up at him, your eyes heavy with sleep.

“stop staring at me, seung…”

you mumbled, burying your blushing face in his chest. heeseung’s chest rumbled with a breathy laugh from your reaction.

“you’re just too cute, baby.”

heeseung hummed, gently squeezing your cheeks between his fingers and lifting your face so he could see you better. you giggled, snuggling closer and pressing a kiss to his cheek. his arms wrapped around your waist, caressing the exposed skin softly as your shirt rode up. the movie was left forgotten as you both basked in the warmth of each other’s embrace.

rest under cut !

𝓅。jongseong (제이)

“where’s the sugar?”

you asked your boyfriend, jay. he quickly emerged from behind the fridge, a jar of sugar in hand.

“here, angel.”

he handed you the jar and watched as you mixed the sugar into your dough. jay wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing his chest against your back and nuzzling his face into your neck. you smiled and glanced back at him.

“shouldn’t you be focused on your own cooking?”

you teased, though you made no effort to push him away. jay groaned softly, pressing a kiss to your neck and closing his eyes.

“it’s fine…”

he whispered against your skin, causing you to shiver from the ticklish sensation. you turned your head and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

𝓈。jaeyun (재윤)

“that’s is so not fair!”

you complained, shifting in jake’s lap as you watched your character get defeated once more. Jake chuckled, leaning over to revive your character again.

“it’s okay, baby. we’ll get them back.”

he reassured you, planting a quick kiss on your cheek before returning his focus to the game. you sighed, snuggling closer into his chest while observing his fingers expertly move across the controller, taking down the enemy with ease.

“good job, babe!”

you praised, giving his knee a gentle squeeze before picking up your own controller and jumping back into the game. jake giggled, resting his chin on your shoulder and giving the side of your neck a soft peck. he pulled you closer.

“thanks, cupcake.”

𝓅。sunghoon (성훈)

“hoon!”

you cried out, stumbling on the ice as you tried to steady yourself by grabbing his shoulders. it didn’t quite work out as planned, and you ended up falling over as sunghoon hovered above you, his signature grin evident on his face.

“don’t laugh at me!”

you stomped your heel against the ice in faux frustration. sunghoon knelt beside you, his smile still on his lips.

“sorry, princess.”

he said, reaching for your hand to help you up. but then an idea struck you... you grabbed both of his hands and pulled him down with you! you burst into giggles as his body tumbled beside yours.

“that’s what you get for laughing at me!”

you said, a satisfied smirk on your face. sunghoon lazily draped his arms over you, joining in with your laughter. your voices filled the empty rink as you both relaxed in each other’s embrace.

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[flowerandblood]

Object of Desire (Epilogue)

[ dark • Aemond x Arryn • widow female ]

[ warnings: sex content, breastfeeding kink, smut, angst, domination, swearing, mention of postpartum depression ]

[ description: After a difficult childbirth and finding out what kind of man her late husband was, Aemond finally finds the strength to truly understand his wife. Their life becomes peaceful and successful until Aegon is seriously injured in battle and he is proclaimed Prince Regent. The female character has a specific eye and hair color. ]

Part 1 − Object of Desire Part 2 − Object of Despair Part 3 − Object of Delight

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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For as long as he could remember, the image of himself with Aegon the Conqueror's crown placed on his head had flashed through his mind. He had never thought of depriving his elder brother of the throne, but they both knew that he was better suited to the role.

However, now, as his King lay in his chamber, with burns that caused him so much pain that they made it impossible for him to move, let alone rule the kingdom, when he was proclaimed Prince Regent, the weight of the steel pressing down on his forehead and temples seemed to overwhelm him.

His wife stood beside him, seated on the Iron Throne − she was showing her allegiance to him by wearing on her neck and fingers the sapphire jewels, necklaces and rings he had given her, her gown as usual in the colours of her lineage, blue.

He knew that she did not desire rich, shiny gifts, and his presents were not intended to satisfy her vanity − never able to express his feelings and thoughts aloud, he preferred to show his respect and affection towards her in this way, and she accepted it with calmness and gratitude.

She paid tribute to him as the last person to stand in front of his throne − she bowed and wanted to kneel, but he stopped her with a gesture of his hand, ordering her to stand up.

He did not stop her when she approached him, when her hand grasped his, when she lifted it to her lips and kissed it reverently, closing her eyes.

He swallowed loudly, stroking her smooth skin with his thumb, feeling like just grabbing her around the waist and placing her on his lap, the way he would if they were alone in his chamber.

She moved away from him, looking at him with peace − a certainty, a pride that made him feel a warm contentment, something in her violet eyes that always reassured him.

She was his ally.

Not his grandfather's, his mother's, or his brother's.

His.

The mother of his heir.

His wife.

After the ceremony, a council was gathered, led by him, to determine what to do about the situation in Harrenhal, besieged for some time by Daemon. He did not allow his wife to leave the chamber, pointing with his hand to the seat on his right hand that would normally be occupied by his mother. His sire accepted this with humility, allowing his wife to take the seat next to him, herself sitting down next to Ser Criston.

Silence fell.

"How long do we have to tolerate Daemon flying around the kingdom threatening to take the crown from my brother? He laughs in our faces, occupying a stronghold so close to the Eyrie." He said coolly, his voice deep and defiant, certain. He heard his wife draw in a deep breath upon hearing the name of her ancestral fortress, lowering her gaze to her fingers.

His grandfather grunted loudly, twisting in his seat with a quiet creak of wood, looking at the faces of those gathered with a raised eyebrow.

"In my opinion, Prince Daemon wants to provoke you, Your Grace. It is obvious that his target is King's Landing. In my opinion, Harrenhal is a small price to pay to keep the capital, let him hold this fortress if he so desires."

"Harrenhal is the bridge between the North and the South. Daemon will burn Lord Arryn's army if he chooses to come to our call." He replied impatiently, Criston Cole grunted loudly, eager to make his point.

"There is only one King. Prince Daemon must be reminded of that." He said coldly, looking at him intensely, ready to rally their entire army at one sign of his. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at his wife, who was looking at him with a gaze he knew well.

As always, she was letting him decide if he wanted to hear what she had to say.

He nodded at her, allowing her to speak.

"You are the rider of the greatest dragon in the kingdom, my king. You must remain in King's Landing. The Red Keep, unlike the Eyrie, can be conquered. Prince Daemon is just waiting for this. I'm certain that when he hears that you are heading in his direction with his army he will join his wife and they will march here together. Blockade of my uncle's army will still be a lesser loss." She said calmly, looking at her hands, his grandfather nodded, his face expressing surprise and some kind of admiration.

"Your wife speaks with great wisdom, Your Grace, and I agree with her completely." He said, and he looked away, hitting the side of his cheek with the tip of his tongue, thinking intensely about what she had said.

What if he does indeed move on Harrenhal, and finds only an empty fortress with children, old men and women?

What if Daemon humiliates him, tricks him like a little child hoping he'll swallow his bait, and attacks the Red Keep along with his half-sister knowing he won't make it back in time?

"Forgive me, my Lady, however, idleness is the domain of women, not men." Criston Cole hissed, but fell silent, swallowing hard, his lips pressed together as he met his warning gaze.

"You mistake idleness for wisdom and caution, my Lord. Like many men before you." His wife replied, and he clenched his fingers on the base of his nose and closed his eyes, sighing impatiently.

"Enough." He ordered, a tense silence fell around him, his wife looked away − he could see the vein pulsing fast on her slender, long neck, her cheeks red, betraying her annoyance.

"Mother." He turned to her, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, as he always did, reckoning with her opinion. He saw her swallow hard, picking at the cuticles around her fingernails in a nervous gesture, her big brown eyes filled with fear, uncertainty and dread.

"I think it's a trap, Aemond. Daemon is clever, he lives to mock others. He's always been this way."

He sighed quietly, feeling that despite his deep desire to lead his army to victory, there was much right in the doubts of his wife, grandfather and mother − when his anger and desire to prove himself began to give way to common sense he recognised that indeed if he left the Red Keep, his half-sister would take the opportunity.

"Let our spies continue to watch him and report his doings to us. We should think about luring him out of there somehow. Is there any news from the Iron Islands?" He asked, Lord Lannister nodded and grunted loudly.

"Yes. They agree to a set sum. They will stand against the Velaryon fleet at our call. However, they demand that their independence from the crown be upheld." He said quickly, nervously, adding the last sentence as if on the fly, clearly afraid of his reaction. He sighed heavily and merely nodded.

Their discussion continued for a few more hours, touching on the army, its supplies and the state of the soldiers' morale, their attitudes, whether an agreement could be reached with Lord Baratheon to remain neutral in exchange for the seat on the Small Council that his grandfather had offered in place of his own, knowing that it was his decision that had caused the betrothal to his daughters to be broken off.

When he had heard all he wished he closed the council by dismissing everyone but his wife.

She looked at him with her characteristic composure, watching as he removed Aegon the Conqueror's crown from his head and placed it with reverence on the top of the stone table in front of him. He gazed at its steel surface thoughtfully, tapping the tip of his finger against it, each time causing it to make a quiet clink.

"All my life I have thought about this moment. But it's not how I imagined it." He said finally, his voice impassive and tired. He heard her sigh quietly with understanding, looking down at his hands.

"I know."

They were silent for a moment, hearing only the sounds coming from outside the windows, the loud conversations of guards and servants shouting in the courtyard.

"They'll think I'm a craven." He hissed through clenched teeth, feeling uncertainty and frustration rising in his chest − he sensed that she looked at him, her hand tightening on his, as if she wanted to give him the courage to do the right thing.

"He knows this is what you fear most. He'll laugh and mock that you're afraid to face him, but we both know he'll do it because he hopes it will break you. Don't let him dictate to you the terms of when and where you will face each other. It's humiliating." She said with a certainty from which he felt a squeeze in his throat and closed his eyes for a moment, his thumb running over her soft skin.

"I'm expecting your child."

He shuddered, looking at her with his lips parted in disbelief, his heart began to pound hard at the thought that just a month after she'd given birth to his son, despite their shared promises, he'd come deep inside her when he'd made love to her, unable to stop himself, her hands clenched tightly on his bare buttocks, her sweet moans begging for his seed.

How could he deny her?

"Forgive me." He whispered in a trembling voice, thinking of the nightmare she'd endured, of how long she'd been unable to recover from it, how close she'd come to leaving this world. He heard her hum under her breath as she smiled softly, shaking her head.

"No. It is a good omen. A sign from the gods that they favour you." She replied, looking at him as if she was the one who wanted to comfort him, his fingers intertwined with hers. "I think this time will be different. I already know what to expect and that I can count on your support, my King."

He nodded, lifting her hand to his lips, placing a loud, lingering kiss on her smooth skin.

"They have taken pity on me, sending me you as my wife. My Queen." He muttered, drawing her close to him, gripping her waist, seating her comfortably on his lap, leaning against the back of his chair with a quiet sigh, gazing at her familiar, pleasant figure with tenderness.

She smiled warmly at his words, taking his face in her hands, stroking it with her thumbs. He closed his eyes, letting his body loosen, feeling sleepy and tired even though his manhood clearly expressed its pleasure at her closeness, swelling in his breeches.

"I will order a meal to be prepared for you and brought to your chamber. You have hardly eaten or slept for days."

"Mmm." He hummed, satisfied, as always, that she was watching him, that she knew what he needed without asking him unnecessary questions.

While this would surely have caused his frustration with another woman, her initiative didn't bother him; on the contrary, it made his daily life a lot easier, giving him the feeling that he didn't have to think of everything himself.

She was the one who decided what attire he should wear for what occasion, what they would eat for their morning meal, knowing what he liked most. To his satisfaction, she also found herself in the role of mother, establishing a close bond with their son, Jace's attachment to her and how joyfully he reacted to the sight of her made her eager to hold him in her embrace, letting him watch her feed him in the evenings.

His greatest weakness, as he found out, proved to be not the lack of his eye or control over his fiery temper, but the taste of her milk melting across his palate as his son slept peacefully at night with his belly filled with her food.

He clamped his mouth over her swollen, puffy nipples, sucking on them greedily as his fat cock thrust impatiently into her slick interior, teasing with its tip the spot inside her that made her moan shamelessly with pleasure.

"− my King −" She sobbed sweetly with her thighs spread wide, letting him pound into her with deep, fast pushes, purring with pleasure into the skin of her breasts, swallowing loudly her wonderful nectar. His sound vibrated through her entire body making her walls clench against him greedily, squeezing him, his thumb teasing and trailing around her pearl, making her fingers dig helplessly into his naked, sweaty back.

"− this is a meal worthy of the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, don't you think? − my wife's sweet, warm milk −" He murmured, running the tip of his nose over her nipple only to move his face to her other breast, repeating the same process, justifying his behaviour by the fact that he knew the excess milk was causing her pain and discomfort, and he couldn't imagine it going to waste.

"− yes − it's all yours − f-fuck −" She muttered, tilting her head back, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders with his low groan as he felt her core begin to pulse around his manhood in orgasm, squeezing his seed out of him.

He didn't have the strength to resist and just filled her with himself, sighing in relief, licking her nipple with the tip of his tongue, as oversensitive as the rest of her body − she whimpered, trying to push him away but he wouldn't let her, busy with sucking her milk until she calmed down.

"− Aemond, please − oh gods −" She mumbled softly, completely absorbed in her fulfilment, panting heavily. He remained deep inside her, leaning on his elbow, not wanting to crush her with his body, remembering in the back of his mind about the baby in her womb.

"− what is it? − my wife is overwhelmed? − impossible −" He sneered with a grin of satisfaction − since it appeared that his attention to her breasts aroused not only him, she was soaking wet for him, her fulfilment approaching quickly and violently, making her body completely vulnerable and limp, as if she herself was shocked by how intense the sensation was.

"− I didn't even notice when you filled me again, my King − I'm inclined to think you're drawing satisfaction from my pleasure −" She cooed with a sweet smile, from which he chuckled under his breath, leaning towards her − her hand pulled him closer as their lips joined in a hot, sticky, soft kiss, her swollen breasts pressed against his chest.

He ran the tip of his nose over hers, looking into her eyes, a violet he adored − the shade of her irises slightly darker than his, warmer, shimmering wonderfully in the moonlight illuminating their bed.

He wanted to confess to her the many things that did not slip through his throat, the affection that filled his heart with heat, yet he remained silent, looking at her with a gaze she knew well. She always reacted the same way, her soft hand stroking his jaw as only two words came out of her mouth, spoken in a whisper.

"I know."

[amorchai]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆.

written for my old blog but never posted!

pairing(s): draco malfoy x reader

words: 476

warnings/tags: established relationship, anxiety, draco’s love language being physical affection.

draco was always stone cold around others, but to you he was the sweetest person you knew. always aware of your little quirks or worries from any small indication and knowing the right way to help you.

over the time of dating you, he slowly learnt you like a book, able to read you from back to front. therefore, due to your slight quiet tone during lunch, he immediately could tell something was troubling you.

you both spent a summers lunch by a large tree overlooking the lake, your palms toying with your long socks over your folded legs while draco lay back with a book on his stomach. however, the lines in front of him less than interesting when he could look at you instead.

your gaze crossed the lake, watching the peacefulness of a may afternoon, no waves upon the surface but merely a blank sheet which invited you to look at while your mind wanders aimlessly. however, with a large hand landing on your knee, you’re pulled from your worried reverie with a small shake of fright.

“you’re getting lost,” draco whispers, quiet while discarding his book to the side, stealing a grape from your lunch while he sits up to join you. his eyes watch the way yours flit anxiously across the landscape, unsure and unsettled.

“exams?” is all draco asks, and a nod of reply is all he needs and is given. with that, draco airs out a sigh of worried compassion. his hand moves to your lap where your hands are hidden in, and his calm state fizzles to worry when they’re met with cold, shaking fingers.

“love, you’re shaking.” he notes the obvious while using his hand to usher both of yours atop your own knee. his other hand joins, squishing your hands in-between his to force the shaking to temporarily end. 

with a weak laugh, you reply, “really? hardly noticed.” draco rolls his eyes before swivelling his body, his hand leaving your trembling ones for a second to guide you between his legs. you sigh warmly at the feeling of his chest pressed against your back, chin resting atop your head while he grips onto either of your hands tightly.

“i’ll be by your side, alright? before next week shows up, we’ll study together. i can tutor you some more on potions and you’ll do great,” draco murmurs against your temple. both of you facing the lake while his thumbs swipe across the slight shake of your hands, assuring words and touch in a means to rest your anxiety within your mind and hitting your body.

you can feel yourself settle against him, worries slowly clouded by the feeling and knowing of draco by your side, lulling you to a calm still. and his hands never stopping the reassuring caress over yours until you’re in a calmer state.

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[izvmimi]

our time - izuku x reader

cw: minors dni, fem!reader, reader implied to be a hero & high school sweetheart, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative sex, public sex, hot tub sex, shower sex, sex toy use, safe word use, rapid shifts between humor, smut, and hurt/comfort, lots of cheesy jokes tbh, deku is a little bit sassy, bakugou and shinsou have unnamed female partners, baby mention. summary: you and izuku share a yearly tradition. a/n: i'm reposting this hella self-indulgent selfship fic because i can!

“This is a lot of packing for a two day trip,” Izuku teases, as you hand him your overstuffed suitcase, the same dark green typical of his merchandise. He places it next to his noticeably lighter one, which coincidentally is a deep purple and has your Hero name plastered all over it.

“Yeah, but I’m guessing you want to see me in as many outfits as possible in a 48 hour period, right?” you tease back, tapping him gently on the nose. He leans in as he presses the rear door close button to the SUV, then grins. 

In a low voice, he whispers, “that’s quite a bit of clothing for me to tear off. Are you sure?”

Your face warms and you hate that you never win at this game, but try to come up with something quick to say. 

“I’ll be swiping your card indiscriminately to replace anything you ruin this year,” you add, eyes lowering to where your finger is prodding his chest. His eyes seem to twinkle.

“Sounds like I need to make more money then.”

He’s won this round. The warmth spreads to your ears and reflexively you hit his shoulder. His grin widens and you slip from his gaze to run to the passenger side of the car. No more time for banter.

“We’re gonna be late, Izuku!"

Bakugou has given you clear instructions to pick up the keys to your shared vacation home between 6 to 7 pm and will give you absolutely no room for tardiness. You anticipate that he’ll make all manners of disgusted facial expressions when you show up to his place, given that he knows exactly what you’ll be doing for the next 48 hours, and you are still trying to decide whether or not you should play along and double down or admit that you’re a little embarrassed ever since you started this tradition.

Or at least that you’re embarrassed your closest friends are aware of what exactly this tradition entails.

Izuku, on the other hand, never has any shame it seems. If anything, he’s a little overeager for this “retreat” this year, and it’s almost certainly because the past few weeks at work were nothing short of a nightmare for him. Catastrophes that seemed to only prop up as far as humanly possible from you seemed to be the order of the day recently, and you hadn’t had time for dedicated physical intimacy in a while, let alone even see him between missions. The only thing that made it easier to tolerate his absence was that you fell asleep so fast these days due to exhaustion that you barely noticed his side of the bed stayed empty the entire night. 

As he drives, possibly a little too fast and somewhat recklessly (frankly unexpected for a person like him), he holds your hand with varying levels of tightness as though he’s playing with the feel of your hands in his - remembering it, reacquainting himself. He doesn’t say much yet but you can tell by the look in his eye and the twitch in his lips (controlling his urge to talk under his breath), that he’s daydreaming. You have an idea what of.

Pervert.

“What are you thinking of, Izuku?” you inquire after a moment. The goal of the statement is to disarm him which only works half the time.

“Sex,” he replies, bluntly. He doesn’t turn to look at you, focusing on the road carefully, but his fingers tighten again around yours as you pull away indignantly.

“Stop!” you hiss and he laughs loudly. Every time he sneaks a glance at your flustered expression for the next few moments, he breaks out into another bout of laughter and you can’t help but smile too.

“People need to know how ridiculous you are sometimes,” you murmur. “I should expose you, honestly. Let them know who their hero really is.”

“I thought you hated sharing me with everyone,” he says. You meet his sideways glance as he turns, hand over hand, into Bakugou’s driveway. You consider his words for a moment, then sigh. 

“I guess you’re right. I do.”

The car slows to a stop and he parks then faces you in the car for a moment. Sometimes you wonder how he manages to do this - look at you every so often like it’s truly the first time he’s ever seeing you, even if you’ve known each other since you were high-schoolers. He places a hand on your knee as you turn towards him. 

“I’m yours, okay? Not just during our birthday vacation but all the time,” he reminds you. You twist your mouth to the side. There’s something about Izuku that indulges the more immature parts of you, and he handles them all the same.

“Understood?” he insists.

You nod, pretend-reluctantly, and he whispers, “Good girl,” before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Things have been hard recently, you think, but when he’s close to you like this, everything you go through feels worth it. There’s another kiss that makes it to your lips, and perhaps your arms make their way around his neck and-

“I swear to God if you guys start to fuck on my property, I will tear both of you a new one.” 

With Bakugou’s irritated voice calling out to you, there’s a flash of the driveway lights that nearly blinds you, as though you are teenagers being caught getting too close in the driveway of your parents’ home.

Izuku steps out of the car first and Bakugou throws a set of keys at him before flashing you an annoyed look. You give him a cheeky raise of the eyebrows to acknowledge him similarly, pretending not to notice the fact that he’s not wearing a shirt, and look around him to see one of your favorite people make her way out of the house from behind him. 

She’s wrapped haphazardly in a shawl and you laugh as she hugs you, able to tell she clearly just threw those clothes on ten seconds ago, if the breathiness in her voice and the flush in her cheeks is not enough to make it obvious.

“Please do not poke my eye out with your titties, I’m begging you love.” She grins widely as she squeezes you tighter.

“You don’t need your eyes to suck cock, do you?” she whispers into your ear. You roll your eyes.

“Can you ever be civilized?”

“Good question,” Bakugou asks, but not before slapping his wife’s ass on the way back into his house. “Don’t crash on your way there, Midoriya, I don’t want to pick up your shifts.”

“That’s his way to say ‘drive safely’!” your friend translates as she gives Izuku a quick, slightly more chaste hug, then jogs backwards back into the house where Bakugou is waiting. “Happy birthday! Let me know when you guys get there!”

“We will! Thanks!” you wave.

When you turn, Izuku is already getting back into the car. It doesn’t take long for both of you immediately to burst into laughter.

“Kacchan is such a hypocrite. As if we don’t see the bite marks all over his chest.”

“And __’s neck. Embarrassing.” 

You tease but it’s cute to see them so happy. Of all your friends, you think they’ve been stable the longest, and their relationship simply fell into place. It helps you believe that perhaps things will be good for you long-term as well. 

As if Midoriya can read your wistful thoughts, he picks up your hand and kisses the knuckles idly for a moment as he continues to drive, the highway tapering off into a smaller paved road as night settles in. Both of you are tired from the week, and opt for peaceful silence and music played at a low volume. After all, you will have plenty of uninterrupted time shortly.

---

You’re not sure when you dozed off exactly. 

Izuku nudges you gently to wake you then carries you out of the car with one arm and produces a couple dark tendrils from Blackwhip with the other to pull the luggage behind you. 

“I can walk,” you murmur, although you like the idea of being carried, and hope he insists, which he does, and you nuzzle closer into his chest, taking in the scent of his cologne. 

There’s a small gate outside of the cabin that is truly underestimated by the word; rather, it is a large and lavish three-winged property, U-shaped, and fairly secluded in the forest and trees. A section, the rightmost one, belongs to you and features the name ‘Midoriya’ on a welcome mat in front of the entryway. 

Izuku takes in an exaggerated deep breath as he opens the door, and excitedly exclaims,

“Finally. Peace and quiet.”

You try to stifle a laugh as he sets you down, and stretch out a hand for him to toss you his phone and drop in a special safe hanging from the side of the wall along with your own. There’s a preset timer set for 48 hours (except for emergencies) on its display that you contemplate before confirming.

“It’s silly that we do this!” you call out, feeling the disconnection to the outside world immediately the second the safe beeps to signal that it’s locked. Yet it’s necessary, because both of you are bad at blocking out the outside world and simply relaxing when needed.

Izuku steps out of the master bedroom, completely undressed aside from a pair of boxer briefs which he is also actively in the process of shedding. You take in his body, impressive in its shape and decorated with scars and freckles, and almost miss what he says.

“What’s silly is that you’re fully clothed when it’s hot tub time.”

Your eyes widen and you blink a few times in succession as you watch him strip to nothing, and suddenly you forget that you’re exhausted. Swallowing hard, you make your way towards him, but really past him, towards the room where your packed clothing lies, and he intercepts you on the way there, grinning widely as he towers over you. 

“I need to get my bathing suit,” you pout, knowing very well you’re not getting past him. 

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lays kisses on your neck that immediately disarm you. You can feel your body sink into him, as you make soft sounds of protest but soon you’re in his arms again and he’s carrying you to the hot tub, lips connected with every step.

…

The night continues and you sink deep onto Izuku’s cock, heat rising around and inside you. Your fingers cling to his broad shoulders as you slide onto him repeatedly, half-lidded eyes gazing down at him. He aids your descent, gliding you onto him as he worships your bosom with his tongue, laving a different wetness along your nipples and the curve of your breast, sucking at the sensitive skin. 

“God, I needed this,” he whimpers as he buries his face into your neck. He cums, holding you tightly, filling you for the first time that night. The splash of water as he moves you so that your back presses against him and he can kiss the nape of your neck is somewhat soothing to your ears, as is the sound of his breathing as he holds you close. 

You need him more - always, really. You revel in the way he plays with your hair and runs his calloused hands along your skin.

You also revel further in the way he dives deep between your legs, after you’ve sat together in the tub and let stress melt away, and after you’ve fucked a second time in the shower, your back pressed against the warm tile, and his hands supporting the weight of your thighs, steady despite the slippery water running over your bodies. He sucks your clit and blows softly against your folds, excited by the tensing of your thighs against his head and the relentless moans.

“‘Zuku, it’s too much…”

It’s never too much, because you can always handle more of him, and he eats you out till you cry and cum all over again, messy on his face, wrists in the palm of his broad hand. He kisses your belly as you practically convulse and come down from your high.

“Wanna rest, baby?” he asks. It’s hard for you to speak as your head spins, so instead you curl up against him. He takes it as a yes.

You fall asleep in his arms, beating hearts pressed close together. There will be more in the AM.

---

The smell of breakfast wakes you before a gentle ache in your thighs. As you shift and reorient yourself from the unfamiliar surroundings, you can hear Izuku make his way in the room with an impossibly loaded tray of breakfast foods he sets precariously on a coffee table across from the California King bed.

“Rise and shine, love.”

Before you can shift, Izuku makes his way on top of you, laughing as you wriggle under him.

“You’re so freaking heavy,” you hiss, but your arms make their way around his bare chest and you inhale his scent. His natural smell is comforting in its familiarity and despite the fact that you’ve been skin to skin nearly all of last night, you crave more closeness. His voice rumbles against your skin as he holds you tightly. 

“Did you sleep well?” he asks.

“Like a baby,” you reply. 

“Perfect. We should have breakfast,’ he insists. “We could go on a short hike and watch some of the birds in this area.”

“Mm, definitely.”

You kiss his forehead and satisfied, he rolls off of you too quickly for you to reach and slap his ass. He gives you a cheeky look and you crinkle your nose at him first before you decide to get out of bed.

You slip your feet into warm fuzzy sandals and head to the bathroom to brush your teeth first. A blanket is wrapped around your naked body, because you don’t like how the floor-to-ceiling glass windows make it easy for anyone (anyone who dares to anyway) to peep at you. Izuku is at the second sink at the far end, rubbing day-old stubble on his chin to decide if he wants to shave.

“Keep it,” you ask him as you press toothpaste onto your toothbrush. In response, he scratches his chin against yours as you bat him away.

“Maybe I will.”

Breakfast is filled with chatter and laughter, realizing you haven’t had enough time to really speak to each other in the past few months, despite living in the same house. You hold his hand as you walk up higher and higher up the mountain, clad in shirts and cargo shorts and too much sunscreen, bellies full but not heavy. 

Izuku has a guide in his hand that you cannot fathom when he had the time to read that identifies more than a couple of creatures that soar above in the early morning, and you get surprisingly good pictures, particularly when Izuku uses his Quirk to get you high into the treetops for a better vantage point.

You do some foraging as well, of different fruits and flowers to add to your scrapbook, petals to press later - 

Much like you find Izuku pressing into you shortly after, shrouded in the denser part of the brush, away from the shy fauna. All you can feel is him, all you can see is him raised above you, and the caws of birds that are probably embarrassed to witness how easily you drip like sap around him.

“..h-harder, Izuku,” you demand, scratching at his neck, his chest, his back, anything to communicate your feral desire. He bites your shoulder as he grunts in response, driving as much cock into you as he can muster, and you get what you asked for.

---

“I can’t believe you convinced me to roll around in the dirt with you.”

You gently admonish him with a kick of your leg, sending bathwater splashing at his face. He grips your leg and straightens it, laughing as you give him a slightly surprised look.

“As opposed to everything else you’d be willing to do for me?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your ankle. You can feel heat spread to your neck as he kisses further but stops just short of your knee, and then wades from his end of the bathtub to yours, pulling you to his side.

“When did you get so cocky?” you flick more water at him with your fingers as he grins. Your bodies shift in position, until your back rests against his chest and he’s holding your breasts in your hands, grazing your nipples with his thumbs.

“Way back when I finally got your attention.”

You turn suddenly to kiss him then pause. His lips are parted and soft and he looks somewhat surprised by your sudden movement. There’s something that’s said between you two without words, something that whispers I’ve missed you despite the fact that you and he have always been here. 

“Do I still have it?” he whispers suddenly, as his lips ghost yours.

“Always.”

The scent of rose and jasmine fills your nostrils and love fills your heart.

---

“I’m surprised even though this is the third time we’ve been here, I never get tired of this place,” you say as Izuku lays his head in your lap. Izuku might as well be something like a cat or a bunny at this rate - you can practically feel him purr with the gentle scratches of your nails against his scalp, and his hand squeezes your thigh gently whenever you stop. “I still don’t think we’ve seen everything,” you continue.

“Probably not,” he agrees. His wavy hair is slightly damp still, and the rise and fall of his chest is slow and steady. He’s staring up at the ceiling and you can tell his mind, for once in a long while, is almost completely clear. 

Almost.

You can’t lie that you haven’t been a little worried about your phone messages and other updates you’ve been missing while you’ve been engrossed with Izuku, and you can tell he feels similarly, a little bit of guilt settling in. It’s the same for you. Work, work, work. That’s what life has been like between you two as you’ve climbed your respective career ladders, trying to save the world as best you can. Times like this are rare and need to be protected as something as precious as people’s lives.

“Oh my God, do you remember the last time we were here and your nosy self thought it was a smart idea to start exploring the other wings?”

Izuku’s eyes widen as he recalls.

“Fuck.”

You start to laugh and kick your legs and he gets up, shaking his head. 

“Shinsou told me the next time I trespassed he would have me shit myself in public. I hear him in my nightmares sometimes, honestly.”

You laugh even louder, doubled over as the image of Izuku, suddenly dangling from the ceiling by his ankle the second he passed through one door too many.

“The way you called my nameeeeeee!” you cackle as he pouts. “You were swinging there like a trapped animal!”

He purses his lips at you but you’re too busy laughing your ass off to notice, and eventually he ends up laughing too, falling back into your lap. His hands reach up to press your cheeks together.

“You know, it’s weird how many ropes and traps and harnesses are just littered around… Your friends are into some kinky shit,” he points out. Remembering many a midnight conversation about Shinsou and your friend’s ventures into shibari, you simply have to agree.

“I don’t know, I guess she likes being tied up.”

Izuku shoots you another glance, and you can see the glint of mischief in his eye.

“Do you want me to tie you up more?”

You tap his forehead with two fingers. “If I were into that, you’d know by now.”

He pretend-bites your fingers the next time you poke him. “Things can change.”

“Fair,” you reply. You pause, and then you look at him suspiciously. “You have ropes in your bag, don’t you?”

Izuku laughs frankly at the accusation. “I actually don’t, but I’ll keep that in the back of my mind… Plus Blackwhip is always handy.” 

You can feel your face grow hot and he pats your face teasingly.

“I have other things packed, though.” Izuku grins.

That’s how you end up, spine curled into a C and legs raised with ankles by your head, panting and trembling as Izuku intermittently presses a vibrator against your clit. 

“Come on, one more for me, baby,” he pleads, kissing the sweat on your brow as he holds your wrists above your head with one hand and torments your pussy with the other. Your voice comes out in soft cries as you try to recover from muscles clenching around nothing every time he makes you cum, swallowing the noises that slip out of your throat in orgasm with a kiss.

“I d-don’t have any more!” you cry, tears at the corner of your eyes. He gives you a long look and switches off the vibrator, and the last few pulses threaten to send you over the edge again. You’re too tired to wriggle out of the position and he doesn’t move you, keeping you in place.

“Temperature?” he asks. 

You consider for a moment despite your lust-filled haze.

“Hot,” you finally decide. He smiles then bites your lip before switching the vibrator back on. 

---

“I don’t want to leave,” you say first.

The two of you watch the stars around a small bonfire and share bites of cake that is slightly too sweet for his liking and slightly too heavy for your liking but somehow neither of you can get enough of. He says nothing but nuzzles into your neck more as you cuddle. 

It’s surprisingly quiet and melancholy now, as if just a couple hours ago you weren’t screaming his name, as if his thumbs weren’t just dug in the spaces where you back and your glutes meet as he gave you relentless backshots.

“I wish we could stay forever like this,” you continue, then you laugh. “But you’d get sick of me, wouldn’t you, Izuku?”

“Never.”

You turn to look at him. He sounds a little bit too serious. He’s not looking at you but at the fire ahead and you worry that he’s worrying about facing tomorrow yet again. Izuku has once told you that it’s not that he’s no longer nervous, but that the anxiety is less and less able to prevent him from acting the way his heart tells him to as time goes on. 

His legs move first. Always. And yet, it doesn’t mean the fear is no longer not there. It creeps when the rush of adventure is no longer able to drown it out.

It creeps when he holds you like this.

“You’d get tired of me first,” he adds as he fixes his gaze onto you.

“You know that that’s ridiculous,” you giggle. But he isn’t laughing and the crackle of the fire is suddenly too loud. 

“It isn’t. There’s a lot you can have that I can’t give you all the time.” He says. Your heart starting to race, you pull away from him just slightly and his hold on you releases just enough for you to turn and really face him.

“I don’t want anything else,” you insist.

“You should,” he says. The tone of his voice is a little quieter now, and then he repeats himself louder. “You should want someone who is present.”

“I want you.”

He doesn’t say anything else because he knows you will argue away anything he tells you. So instead he sighs, not wanting to ruin the last few hours of vacation.

“Someday, it’ll just be this,” he says, “and it’ll be more than enough.” He kisses the top of your head. “I promise.”

You believe him. You know what he means by this intrinsically, as though you were in his head. A space for just the two of you and nothing to worry about. Where you can grow old together, where you are no longer weighed down by what you have yet to achieve and what you have already accomplished.

---

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear.

You know he does. You know, and if for even a second you forget, he will tell you over and over and over again.

Your fingers intertwine with his and you sigh, back arching as you open up for him. You fit together perfectly, again and again and again. Forever. 

There’s a deep flush in his cheeks as he whispers words of praise into your skin. Another year passes and your love only continues to grow, tended to or not.

“I love you too, Izuku. Happy birthday.”

---

“The second my phone turns on, she’s gonna call me, watch,” you joke, as you open up the phone safe. 48 hours are up, and yes your legs are wobbly, but the red string of Fate that ties you two no longer frays. As expected, there is a flurry of texts that blow up your phone, and as Izuku prepares the car, you try to see which one you can respond to first.

I set the timer by the way 👶🍼. May the odds ever be in your favor.

gtfoooooo 💀, you text back to Shinsou’s favorite rope bunny. But as you watch your husband disappear into the distance, you think that it might not be so bad to have a little one.

“So how many?” 

The expected phone call arrives while the two of you are back on the road.

“How many what?” you ask suspiciously. Izuku glances at you with curiosity.

“Orgasms? What else?” she clarifies, and you’re immediately flustered, practically able to see the mischievous smile on her face. Izuku hears it through the end of the receiver and laughs, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Izuku, do not answer-”

“Whatever Bakugou’s capable of plus one,” he says loudly, leading in.

“Bullshit!” your friend shouts back, and you can hear her already shuffling to tell Bakugou and you sigh.

“I’m hanging up,” you announce before an argument begins.

“Why babe?” Izuku whines, but the phone clicks off and he laughs even louder. “He’s gonna be thinking about that all night.”

“Don’t pick up the phone,” you say, but a smile forms on your face. You look forward and the sun is setting on the horizon as you drive next to Izuku. 

It was a nice weekend. You’ll have many more to come.

Together.

[soldiersslut]

GHOST OF YOU — SOLDIER BOY "CHAPTER FOUR"

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, drug and alcohol use, sexual advances, canon-violence, violence towards reader, and Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy

Word Count: 4,611

Author's Note: Thank you so much again for all the love and support!

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You faced the consequences of yesterday’s event today in the morning. It ached for you to get up, and remembering who caused your pain made you huff. Although you did not appreciate being thrown against the wall by Soldier Boy he did save you. Speaking of the devil you wondered where he was, or Butcher and Hughie. The room you were in was unfamiliar, but recalled the team was going to crash at Legend’s apartment.

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and noticed it was early in the morning. Yet, it sounded like everyone was awake. You noticed a fresh pair of clothes was laid out for you. Another shower was very much needed. It was a huge relief to feel actual water pressure hit your skin. It made the soreness more tolerable. After taking your time you dried off and got dressed. As soon as you opened the door you could hear Legend making a big deal out of something.

Butcher and Hughie were by the door. The closer you got to where their attention was at Soldier Boy’s voice sounded loud and clear.

“What is happening?” you asked. This may be the last time you will ever get curious about anything.

“Hughie, listen, these women, they’re like fine wine. Okay, the older they get, the more delicious, but the drier.”

You let out a gasp, and Soldier Boy immediately looked at you. His dick was hard, and the sight of you made it worse. He could not get his eyes off of you as he jerked off. With you, he wouldn’t need any lube. Your natural juices would take care of him and technically, he already knows how your body looks underneath. He knows the way you moan and images filled his mind.

Legend wasted no time in kicking out the maids. Hughie was disturbed and Butcher carried on as if nothing has happened. You had to look away entirely and avoid eye contact. You were so speechless you took no part in the conversation about Mindstorm’s whereabouts.

Finally, when a plan was made you offered to hit up the pharmacies. Though Butcher denied.

“Actually, why don’t you stay back and keep an eye on him?” he motioned towards Soldier Boy who smoked away and minded his business. You shook your head. Under no circumstance were you going to be a babysitter.

If everything Legend said last night was true then Soldier Boy does have a weakness.

You.

Or at least who you used to be.

It didn’t matter to Butcher, but he was going to take advantage of it. “Hughie and I will head out. Just make sure he doesn’t lose his shit.”

Butcher gave you no opportunity to argue. They left right away and you humph. You were hoping Butcher was making a joke out of this and at some point between now and the flight of stairs he and Hughie were climbing he’ll change his mind. Though neither one or the other looked back. Great, now it was you and him.

Your back was towards him but began to turn to look at him, “let’s make one thing very clear. While we are waiting you need to keep your dick in your—“

You stopped talking at the sight in front of you. Soldier Boy took the opportunity that you and him are alone. He removed the robe and dropped it to the floor. His hands were on his hips and just waited. The way your eyes looked down right away and gasped made him smirk. He was very proud of his size and your reaction is definitely on the top of his list. You turned to look away very quickly and covered your eyes with your hand, because apparently just closing them isn’t enough.

“Seriously?!” you snapped. You really hoped Butcher and Hughie will be back soon. “I was going to say keep your dick in your pants!”

Soldier Boy let out a laugh, “come on sweetheart, don’t pretend you did not like what you saw.”

You ignored him and walked away. You headed up the stairs without looking back. Legend was scolding his maids for their inappropriate behavior. That was another image you wanted to remove from your head.

Legend insisted in buying breakfast and have it dropped off, but you were against it. You began to make yourself a meal. Eventually Soldier Boy decided to come up the stairs, fully clothed. He passed by the maids and they blushed. He winked at them and they giggled like a bunch of schoolgirls.

He took a seat on the couch and watched you cook. Whatever it is you are making was smelling delicious. Once you were satisfied you got a plate and served yourself.

“The hell is my plate at?” Soldier Boy asked. You scoffed, “just because I am a woman doesn’t mean I am your maid. You want to eat? Make your own damn food, or ask one of them to make you food.”

Soldier Boy got up and sat across from you at the table. “Don’t sound too jealous now, you were closer to getting me than they did.”

That was nowhere near the point you were trying to make. “I could care less who you sleep with or not. I am trying to get you to understand that this isn’t the 50s or 80s now. Whatever women can do, men can do too. This also goes vice versa.”

Legend was reading an article on his phone, but you trying to talk some sense into Soldier Boy proved to be entertaining. The argument lasted for ten minutes. Just like before, the only person Soldier Boy was willing to have an argument with is Mimicry. If it was anyone else he would have ripped out their spine. In the end, Soldier Boy won and he got half of your food.

“This is fucking delicious, holy shit. Whomever thought women can do so much better than cooking must have gotten some shitty food.” You never felt so flattered and offended at once. You were done eating before he did. He looked like a madman eating a home cooked meal. It made you wonder how the past 40 years went for him back at Russia. How bad was it that he blew up out of nowhere too.

“What?” Soldier Boy asked without needing to look up. He could feel you staring at him, and it was annoying him.

“What happened back at herogasm?” you asked. He stayed quiet and stared down at the food. You sighed, “people got hurt for no reason. It was only supposed to be the twins. I don’t want to believe you did it on purpose. That’s why I am asking.”

“I am aware of what happened” he snapped, “and I don’t know. All of a sudden I got flashbacks, and I felt tense. Something was crawling on my skin and I was unable to get it off of me. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone”

For some odd reason, you believed him. You can see the conflict in his eyes, and there was even a hint of regret. Everything he was saying sounded like he has PTSD. You weren’t sure it was a good idea to say anything about it. It was best not to ruin the moment.

“Little by little, you’ll learn to adjust it. If you ever find yourself feeling like that again why don’t you think of something happy? I’m sure there is at least one thing that made you happy before everything went to shit.”

Soldier Boy knew the answer to that and looked into your eyes. Now your mouth was moving in automatic mode. “I never got to thank you for saving me, twice.”

He could have sworn he only saved you once and that was when Homelander was going to blast you. “It was right before you exploded. You pushed me out of the way.” Ah, he remembers now. He pushed you out of the way to avoid his blast but the twins were targeting you, and he did not think twice to protect you.

There’s that damn look. He could recognize it anywhere and at that moment he felt himself with Mimicry and not with you. You caught him looking down at your lips. He was in a trance, but when you leaned back to avoid him getting closer he snapped out of it. Even he realized what he was doing and right away hid against the wall he made for himself.

“Next time don’t get in my fucking way. You won’t be so lucky whenever shit gets ugly. So, do us a favor and don’t be a burden. None of us need to be carrying your dead weight. Honestly, how fucking stupid do you have to be to be going with us on these missions. You are nowhere near close to our skills and experience. You’re like a gum underneath my shoe. You just stick and never get off.”

His remarks shocked you and left you dumbfounded. Right away your shocked expression turned into a scowl.

“My dead weight?! I can take care of myself. I was put in a bad situation because you dragged me with you! You do not know how much of an essential I am!”

“I dragged your little ass with me because you did not stay outside like I had ordered you to do so. Now that I think about it, maybe if you did not get in my way I wouldn’t have killed more than what was needed!” His words made you see red and without a second thought your hand went up and slapped him across the face. Soldier Boy did not expect you to lay a hand on him which is why his head turned because of the amount of force you put into it.

You got up from your chair and walked away. Soldier Boy also stood up. He was quick on his feet that the chair fell back. “You fucking bitch! Get back here!”

Legend had to get in between the stairs and Soldier Boy. He was trying to reason with him and possibly calm the soldier down.

“She shouldn’t have laid her hand on me! The bitch is going to get it sooner or later!” Soldier Boy yelled. He grabbed the chair and threw it across the room. The chair broke into pieces due to the amount of strength he put into the throw.

“Fuck! Mimicry would never do some shit like that! I gave an order once and she followed without a second thought!”

Legend had to remind Soldier Boy again that you weren’t Mimicry. That only made him angrier, but not to the point his chest would start to glow. It was a good thing Legend had another stash of weed hidden in case of emergencies such as this. He told Soldier Boy to sit and relax. Shit, he even offered if he wanted to fuck the maids he is more than welcome to. Soldier Boy smoked and took him up on the offer.

He made sure he was loud enough that you can hear him from your room. He was too angry to care about their pleasure. He was seeking his own pleasure and once he had it he told them to fuck off.

You listened to the entire thing and all you can think of is how much of a man-child Soldier Boy truly is. Though, you were scolding yourself for not thinking twice about slapping it. Soldier Boy is a vengeful person, so you need to watch yourself and avoid ever being left alone with him. You stayed in the room with the door locked until Butcher and Hughie came back.

They were able to locate Mindstorm. They’re back on the road, and this time you sat in the front passenger side. Soldier Boy sat behind the driver side (where Butcher drove). He had the perfect spot to keep an eye on you. You looked unfazed, but you avoided interacting with him at all. Butcher and Hughie could feel the tension, but they knew it was better not to ask.

The car stayed two miles away from the cabin. The rest would be walked on foot. You made sure your gun was fully loaded and there was one bullet in the chamber just in case something went south and you just needed to push the safe down.

You were relieved Soldier Boy hasn’t done anything to get your attention. He was walking ahead of everyone and in the mean time you came up with a plan to trap Mindstorm. It was nerve wrecking to know his capabilities. Your nerves began to get worse when Soldier Boy would stop and ask if we said anything. The paranoid fuck was stoned and hearing things.

“Great way to get him off the edge,” you said sarcastically. It was all Butcher’s fault for getting him addicted to weed. Either it will be the greatest thing to tame Soldier Boy or it’ll be their deaths. Speaking of death, you felt it on your door yet again when an explosive went off that sent all of you flying. You were starting to heal and once again you’re about to be in pain.

In the midst of all the fog Mindstorm caught Butcher off guard and put him to sleep. An argument ensued and you blamed the broad man who felt no remorse for his stupid mistake.

“You should have looked where you were stepping on!” you snapped. Hughie knelt down to try and wake up Butcher, but there was no point.

“Get off my back! That could have been anyone else!” he yelled.

Fuck! Nothing ever goes write with Soldier Boy! It always ends with it being a big fucking mess, and who has to deal the consequences? Everyone but him! The anger was seeping through and he could see right through you.

“I fucking dare you to act,” he got so close he stared down. He hoped you would try to attack him again, only this time he will be ready to give it back tenfold. Instead of giving him that satisfaction you walked past him to follow the direction Mindstorm left towards to.

Soldier Boy and Hughie called out to you, but you ignored them.

“She is going to be the fucking death of me,” Soldier Boy was frustrated with you to say the least. He let out a sigh and followed behind you. “Stay here,” he ordered Hughie. It was your own anger that betrayed you because now you are alone with him.

Soldier Boy waited for the both of you to be a good distance away from Hughie. When he saw an opportunity he grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. His hand wrapped around your neck and he lifted you from the ground.

You gasped and began to fight violently against his strength, but it was no use. You can see the anger and no matter how much you tried to kick it was no use it.

“I’ve had it with the fucking attitude. I have tolerated you to my limit and guess what? You slapping me? That’s crossing the fucking line. I am a gentleman, but I am more than happy to put you in your fucking place. I don’t know how this little circus team of yours sees you as an asset, but I do not. Try me again, and you will see what I am capable of.”

He let go of you and let you fall to the floor. You struggled to catch your breath and held onto your neck to ease the pain. Soldier Boy walked away, leaving you behind. Your firsts clenched and glared at his back. You would be stupid to try and attack him now. You will wait until the time is right.

You followed and kept your distance. Soldier Boy stopped at the sight of the house.

“Wherever I go, you follow and you will listen to me. Got it?” he asked. You refused to answer. All you did was take a step forward and he grabbed your arm again. Only this time he pulled you against his chest and his arm went around your waist. His hand reached towards your chin.

“I said, got it?” he asked again. You scoffed, but nodded just so he can let go of you. You pulled out your gun and did as he told. Slowly, but surely you entered the house. Just when he was in both of your sights you heard a snapping sound and from the reflection you realized Hughie got out Mindstorm.

“Hughie!” you yelled, even you were angry. Soldier Boy was in a worse mood. Without a second to waste he ran out to go back where he left Hughie. It was impossible to keep up with him but he remained in your sight of vision so you would not get lost. Just when you caught up you cached sight of Soldier Boy aiming for Mindstorm’s neck.

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand at the gruesome. Butcher called out to you. It was best if the three of you stayed close together. You’ve seen a lot of things, but something so cruel as the way Soldier Boy killed Mindstorm is almost inhumane. You expected Soldier Boy to show some satisfaction in killing the second to last member of Payback, but he was more quiet than ever before. He walked past the three of you without a second thought.

The ride back to Legend’s was silence. Whatever it is Mindstorm said got under Soldier Boy’s skin. Even when they arrived at the apartment he stayed silent. Soldier Boy went straight into his room for the rest of the night. Butcher did not want to talk about what he saw, neither you or Hughie pushed him on it. Legend had dinner bought and the three of you sat.

You were so deep in thought trying to think of what happened back there with Soldier Boy you had not heard Hughie call your name the first time. The second time he did, you did hear. “What is that on your neck?” He pointed and you knew exactly what it was.

You sighed and explained. “You need to be careful with him. You could have gotten yourself killed.” Hughie meant no harm, and you knew that but sometimes he stated the obvious a little too many times.

“Come on, now. We know Soldier Boy wouldn’t do something to actually kill you,” Butcher finally spoke up. He was still out of it, and maybe that’s why the comment slipped. Hughie froze and knew exactly what he meant. You were confused and made it known.

“The hell does that mean?” you questioned. Butcher said nothing else. With his current state of mind he might let something slip and now was not the time. Hughie made up some shit excuse that Butcher is still confusing reality with the dream.

This time, you did not believe them.

All three of you were left guessing what was happening with Soldier Boy. There was a lot of guessing, but nothing logical enough. All of you gave up and retreated to your respected rooms. Except you, of course.

As much as the man angered and frightened you all at once. You were concerned that he has not come out.

“I’m going to regret this,” you mumbled. From the leftover food that was meant for Soldier Boy you prepared a plate. Would it be a bad idea to knock or would it be better if you left the food on the floor? You chose to knock and waited. When there was no response you called out your name and let him know his plate will be on the floor.

This was not like him, so the fact he never came out or even said something scared the shit out of you.

You walked down the hall to your room, and before entering you watched from a distance in hopes he will open the door. Though he never did.

It was middle of the night when you got thirsty. Knowing you, ignoring the need for water wasn’t going to let you sleep. You walked out of the room in just your shirt. It was long enough to keep it modest. If you knew who was wide awake you would have gotten dressed properly.

“Holy shit!” you snapped and placed your hand on your chest. It was dark as hell and turning on the kitchen lights to see Soldier Boy sitting there with a bottle of whiskey and an empty plate surprised you. You noticed the empty plate and was relieved he ate. Honestly, you were happy he was alive after all.

“Will you keep it down enough? I don’t need anyone else to know I’m fucking here.”

He sounded irritated. You mumbled a sorry and went on to get water, and go back to your room. Whatever it is he is going through is not your concern. Soldier Boy does not care about others, so why should you show some compassion towards him? Preparing his plate was just out of courtesy, but there was nothing more to that.

You told yourself that as soon as you drank water you’ll go back to your room.

“Are you okay?” you asked. Damn you, and your concern for others. Soldier Boy said nothing. You rolled your eyes at his silence. If he wants to sit in the dark without saying a word then he can do it on his own. When you finished drinking your water you put it back in place. Since he had not said anything you were going back to your room.

“He’s my son.”

You stopped walking and let his words replay over in your mind. There is no fucking way he is his son.

“What?” you asked, turning around and got closer. Soldier Boy nodded, he can see you were shocked and in disbelief.

“Homelander is my son.”

Now you understood why he needed a moment to himself and drink away. You sat next to him and waited for him to talk. He explained how it happened in 1980 and in 1981 a child was born. Everything he said made sense.

Soldier Boy drank from the bottle and when he put it down you grabbed it. You chugged some down. This was definitely the right moment to drink. Everything that has led to this moment might as well vanish. Soldier Boy isn’t going to want to kill his son. Homelander is the only living family Soldier Boy has left. Though if he does not go through with the plan hell will be risen.

“What am I supposed to do?” he asked. You weren’t sure why he was asking you and to be quite frank, you did not have the answer he was seeking.

“He may be blood, but that doesn’t make him family. Nowadays, family is the people you surround yourself with. The ones that are willing to fight for you, do anything and everything to ensure you are safe, and go as far as even die for the other. Homelander is not family. As far as I can tell he only lives for himself and uses people to his convenience. Don’t let that persuade you.”

Soldier Boy let out a small smile. A family. Even he does not have what you just explained. The only person who would have been family is Mimicry. She did not think twice to take any and all necessary blows for him. She gave him unconditional loyalty, and he fucked it up. With you, he doesn’t even have that. He doesn’t have it with Butcher nor Hughie.

“I wish I can relate, but I only look out for myself. A deal is a deal with Butcher, but after that I am on my way. I’m better off like that,” he explained.

You wanted to tell him it isn’t because he is better off like that. It’s just that he hasn’t found the right people. There will always be someone for the other.

“What your team did was unforgivable, but not everyone is like that.”

“I’m not going to take my chances with another team. Especially with your circus show. Fuck no. I’m ready to kill the Brit and the balls gobbler. Once all of this is over I just want to rest. I would have served my purpose and the farthest I get away from Vought and everyone, the better. Shit, I might even start my own drug ring. Do you know how great it would be to get unlimited supply of weed?”

You wanted to believe he was joking, but as far as you can tell, Soldier Boy does not joke around.

“Wouldn’t it get lonely, though? And I don’t mean just any company. I’m talking about someone special in your life?”

Soldier Boy went into complete silence. Fuck, it was like you can read through him.

Like she did.

You can tell he was hesitant to speak, but he still did nonetheless.

“There was someone,” he admitted. You stayed quiet to avoid ruining the moment. “Actually, you remind me a lot about her. Though you are too damn noble, stubborn, and reckless. She was almost the opposite. She had her moments of stubbornness and recklessness, but she was more calculative, smart, and wouldn’t hesitate to throw herself at anything if it meant protecting me.”

Truth be told, you did not expect Soldier Boy to actually have a heart. Though seeing the way he is talking about this woman showed he cared for her.

“What happened?”

Once again silence filled the room. At this point the bottle was more than halfway gone.

“She left Payback, and the moment she learned what happened to me she tried saving me. She died trying to do so.”

Soldier Boy did not want to go more into details of what occurred. He did not want to explain how he failed Mimicry and couldn’t give her what she wanted. Finally, he looked at you and there’s a look he had never seen before. Not even with Mimicry.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. Up to this day no one ever apologized for what happened to her. Vought didn’t, no one from Payback, and not even Legend himself. So for a stranger to be apologizing made him feel something. He was sitting close to you again, and found himself looking down at your lips again.

His eyes moved down to your neck, and he noticed the marks forming from earlier’s incident. He reached out to trail the bruises on your neck with his finger. You did not even flinch when he touched you, but you did stare at his face to try and see what he was thinking about.

“I’m sorry for what happened back there,” he admitted. Maybe it was the liquor, or the way he was so close to you but all you were able to do was nod your head.

“It’s okay. Nothing that won’t heal,” you whispered back. The kitchen lights turned off automatically. You did not bother thinking about it since they were probably on a timer or some shit.

Your foreheads connected and instead of pulling away from him your breath hitched. His fingers moved away from your neck and now it was caressing your cheek.

Soldier Boy let out a groan and pulled away. “We need sleep,” and with that he retreated. He did not even bother to say goodnight.

Whatever the fuck that was you were just going to blame the alcohol.

Next Chapter: Chapter Five

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[esmerulia-chantelle]

5 + 1 : Fluster

Summary: 5 times you (unconsciously) fluster Azul and the one time he (intentionally) flusters you back.

Notes: Suggestive themes. Established relationship. Azul calls you sweetheart. Reader is implied to be smaller than Azul (just for that one part about clothes).

A/N: I remember I was thinking about my persona and Azul's dynamic when I made this >/////<

A repost from my old blog @escha-evenstar. Edited.

Fives Times You (Unconsciously) Fluster Azul

Complimenting him sincerely

"Wow! I know you're a farsighted thinker but I'm still impressed you thought that far ahead. You're really amazing, Azul!" You said gleefully as you complimented your boyfriend.

He cleared his throat as he adjusted the glasses perched on his nose. It was but a failed attempt to hide the pink blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Well, it is to be expected, sweetheart. After all, preparation is the key to ensure success. And I won't tolerate any sort of failure, not as long as I am here."

You giggled at him. "Hehe~ I really admire that about you. I'm so lucky to have met you, Azul. You're just so clever and hardworking! Not to mention you look very attractive, both in human form and merform if I might add. Also..."

Somehow, you ended up saying a lot of things about him as you continued to sing genuine praises, unaware that Azul's face was turning a deeper shade of crimson for each compliment that come out of your mouth.

"Ah! Your face is red! Are you okay?"

No, I am not.

Not after you said all those things about him. He was a blushing mess.

Saying "I love you" unexpectedly

Azul was having a pleasant conversation with you as you strolled around town on your date. You soon found a bench that was shaded under a tree and decided to take a rest from walking. He was in the middle of talking about something when you suddenly interrupted.

"Zul, can I just.. say something?"

"Of course. Do you also have comments about the food? I personally think-"

"I love you," you said with complete love and adoration in your eyes.

Azul blinked at you. A second passed before his face blushed a bright crimson hue.

"I—" He moved his hand to cover part of his flushed face.

He cleared his throat before responding to you shyly. "I love you too, sweetheart."

How could you say that out of nowhere? And with such an expression too?

Azul felt his heart might just burst out of his chest.

Sending him a picture with him on your mind

Azul was sorting through some papers and shipments at the Mostro Lounge when he heard his phone buzz repeatedly with a customized ringtone, indicating it was you. He immediately stopped working to check his phone.

3 Notifications?

He opened his messenger app, seeing you at the top with your nickname "Sweetheart" beside your profile picture, and began reading through your messages.

Sweetheart: Zuuuuul~ 🥰

Sweetheart: Hi hi! Hope you're doing okay there. Remember not to overwork yourself.

Sweetheart: We're strolling by the beach right now. It's such a beautiful day for a walk!

You were currently hanging out with your friends. Azul would have loved to join you but needed to finish some work first. He saw three dots on the speech bubble, meaning you were typing another message.

Sweetheart: Look!

Sweetheart has sent an attachment.

Upon clicking on the file, Azul felt his heart beat faster and his face flushing slightly. It was a selfie of you showing the beach as your background. Your hair flowed gently with the breeze. Your skin glowing with the sun cascading over it. Your eyes shining bright like gemstones. And your smile as lovely as ever.

Absolutely breathtaking.

Sweetheart: Wish you were here with me. I miss youuuu~ 🩷🩷🩷

He instantly saved the photo of you, storing it inside a private album on his phone filled with dozens of pictures of you, before typing a reply.

Looking at the album, Azul felt himself blush some more from how you always think about him wherever you were.

How lucky he was to have that privilege.

Giving him a surprise kiss

"Here's your tea! Time for a break, Azul," you said as you poured him a cup and set down the fancy saucer with matching teacup on his desk.

Azul, however, was still scribbling on the contract laid in front of him. "Thank you, sweetheart. Let me just finish this last one."

You were pouring another cup of tea for yourself when you remembered something.

"Ah! I was supposed to bring in some biscuits too. Let me just get them." You were on your way to the door when Azul asked you to pass him a file, saying he just needed to check something. You grabbed the folder and gave it to him.

"Here you go! When I get back, I hope to see you're finished with that and taking your break," you pouted.

Azul chuckled at your cute face. "But of course, sweetheart. Anything for you," he said, which made you smile.

"Hehe~ Yey! I'll go get the biscuits now."

Azul thought you would leave after that, but he noticed how you inched even closer to him, and suddenly your lips were on his face, right on top of his beauty mark.

A pinkish hue dusted his cheeks and the tips of his ear.

It felt like an eternity before you pulled back and walked out of the room, saying, "I'll be back!"

He heard the door close, and his hand suddenly lost its grip on the fishbone pen he was using.

He might just take his break right now.

Wearing his clothes

After a busy day at the lounge, Azul was glad to finish early and finally retire to his quarters for the night. He turned the handle on the door open as he called out to you. "Sweetheart?"

He was expecting you to be there, sitting on his bed, patiently waiting for him as usual, before eagerly getting off the bed and rushing to greet him with a kiss and a hug.

But you weren't.

There was no hug. No kisses. No you.

His eyes searched around the room before settling to the bathroom. Azul heard the door click as it slowly opened.

"Sweetheart! There you-”" His sentence was cut off as his eyes widened upon seeing your form.

There you were, wearing his white dress shirt. His piece of clothing looked like a short dress on your body. A few buttons on top were undone, exposing some skin.

Azul doesn't normally curse, but—

F*ck.

He feels the heat rise on his cheeks rapidly as he gazed at you. Stunned.

"Oh! Azul! I.. wasn't expecting you back yet." Your face show you were startled at seeing him.

At closer inspection, Azul noticed you were wearing purple eyeliner like he was. He couldn't help but continue to stare in astonishment.

"Uhm.. surprise?" You let out a soft chuckle as you brushed your hair behind your ear. "I wanted to dress up like you and wear your clothes as a surprise, but it seems I wasn't able to finish."

Azul was as still as a statue that sank to the bottom of the sea. His blue eyes never leaving your form and his face blushing an even brighter red the longer he stared.

"Zul?" You asked softly upon not hearing a response, head tilting to the side.

His mind was blank except for a single thought.

How are you so cute and sexy at the same time?

...and the One Time He (Intentionally) Flusters You Back

You and Azul were lying down on the bed, each doing your own thing. Although no words were said, you were basked in comfortable silence. However, you were completely unaware of the scheming thoughts of your lover.

While lying on your side and playing games with your phone, you suddenly felt arms wrap around you from behind.

"Sweetheart~"

You instantly shut your phone's screen off, placed it to the side, before turning around to face him. "Finished with work for today?"

"Mhm. I just.. have something in mind. Do you remember when I said that what's mine is yours?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"And you know Ashengrotto is my surname, right?" He asked, to which you nodded with a hum.

"Then that means my surname is yours too, isn't it? Y/N Ashengrotto does have a nice ring to it," he said with a teasing grin.

You felt your face heat up as you blushed.

"W-well.. uhm.. that does sound nice.. but, we're not.. married yet," you said nervously as you felt flustered from his words.

"Yet. Yet is the keyword, sweetheart," he said while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Maybe not now, but we're bound to marry eventually. Maybe I should talk to someone and have your name changed so you could start getting used to it. Hm?" He was looking more smug by the second. Deviously but attractively smug.

"Azul! You're teasing me again." You covered your face with both hands feeling embarrassed.

I must look completely red by now.

"Aw. Don't hide your beautiful face from me, sweetheart," he said as he grabbed both of your wrists with a single hand, exposing your flushed face. "Besides, you know I'm only speaking the truth." He moved your hand closer to his lips and gave the ring on your ring finger a kiss while looking directly into your eyes.

Could I possibly be any redder than now?

You immediately turned your body to face the other way.

"It's bedtime now! You should sleep! I love you! Night night!" You said your words so quickly that Azul almost didn't pick it up. You only heard him chuckle behind you, but he didn't seem to have any plans of teasing you further.

Or, so you thought.

He wrapped an arm around your waist before muttering close to your ear. "It's too early for bedtime, sweetheart." He gave the sensitive skin behind your ear a gentle kiss and slowly trailed his soft lips down to your neck, before giving it a rough bite and sucking hard on your skin.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he marked you with a love bite.

"Did that feel good, sweetheart?" Azul asked huskily.

You only nodded in response with your face flushed pink. Azul saw this and let out a low chuckle.

"You look so cute like that. Let's see if I can make you blush some more, hm?" He teased as he continued kissing and nipping around your neck. "And don't forget to make those sweet noises for me too."

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[amyysfics]

skz - your body insecurity gets bad while cuddling

pairing: chan x gn!reader, changbin x gn!reader, felix x fem!reader warnings: hurt/comfort, some crack in felix', descriptions of body-insecurity summary: your boyfriend notices that you are insecure while cuddling and knows just how to help you get through it word count: 1.5k

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Bang Chan, 565 words

Channie noticed your discomfort almost immediately. Of course he did - he knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. He would take note of the way your eyebrows would scrunch up a pinch. He would feel your muscles tensing under his body. You didn't try to pull away, not wanting him to realize that your thoughts were torturing you once again, but his perception of your tiniest shuffle was out of this world - so he knew how you felt, even without you saying it out loud.

"Wait, let's sit up real quick, baby", he loosened his touch around your body, helping you get into a more comfortable sitting-position. His hands were still hovering on your arms, his fingers ghosting over the small hairs that were all over them. His eyes found yours. And while his were shining with love, yours were full of sadness - the tears threatening to escape if you looked at him for a second too long. "Channie?", you put one of your hands over his, slowly removing his hold of your arms. "I can't help but feel like I don't deserve to be with someone as-", you stammered, "-someone as beautiful as you." Your eyes deviated from his, looking at your lap in shame.

The man in front of you asked you to look at him again, his voice barely more than a whisper, "May I touch you, baby?" You nodded, not trusting your voice. Chan put one of his warm hands on your cheek, holding it there until you leaned into it unconsciously. "Whenever you lean into me like that, it shows me that you trust me as much as I trust you. That you feel as comfortable around me as you can." A tear rolled down your cheek. It landed on your lips, tasting salty. You didn't mind.

"Can I touch your hips?", he asked. You nodded again, trying to hold in the rest of the tears that were about to fall. His hands slid down your waist and stopped on your hips. You barely felt the touch, your eyes never leaving his. "I love holding you here when we dance. It's like my hands were made to hold you - like I was made to hold you." Your bottom lip quivered and you stopped holding back, finally letting yourself cry.

"Am I allowed to kiss you, love?", his hands were still on your hips, squeezing them ever so slightly. You nodded one last time, letting the tears trickle down your face. His lips felt soft on yours as his arms slid behind your back, holding you impossibly close to him. Chan tasted the salty tears that hadn't stopped yet, but he didn't care. This wasn't a kiss of lust or romance. It was a kiss of trust and intimacy. It was a kiss of comfort. It was one of love. "If you think I'm beautiful, then you have to be, too. Because I am convinced that I was made for you. That we were made for each other. You complete me and I complete you."

He let you stare at him, letting his words seep into your brain for as long as you needed. "Channie?", you nuzzled your head against his shoulder. "Hm?" "Can we cuddle more?" This time it was his turn to nod, letting your bodies mold together once more, as if they were one, "Of course, baby."

Seo Changbin, 404 words

"Do you think my stomach is too big, Bin?" Changbin furrowed his eyebrows behind you. You were cuddling for a while, but this made him remove his hold from you, letting his hand slide off of your waist. "Jagi! What do you mean?", he made you turn around slightly, so he could see your face. He was expecting you to be joking, but he could tell by the redness in your eyes that you meant every word.

"Yah!", he looked at you with an entirely serious expression. "Why? Do you think mine is?", his eyebrows furrowed more. You were shocked at his response. "No! Why would I ever think that?", your eyes widened, "Your stomach is warm and soft and quite literally my favorite place to sleep!" You sighed, "I just...I think my belly is too fat and that it makes me look gross."

Changbin noticed that you tried to look anywhere but at him, not wanting him to see how embarrassed you were. "Bunny.", his hand touched your chin, making you look at him, "Did I ever tell you that I can't sleep without holding your belly?" You shook your head. "When I hold your stomach it's like I can keep you safe. I can hold you even when we are asleep, and if a big bad closet monster would try to snatch you away from me at night I could hold onto you without it standing a chance. I always take hours to fall asleep when I am not holding you."

You giggled a little, but he could tell that you still weren't entirely convinced. Both of his hands moved to your cheeks, squishing them a little so you would automatically pout a little with your lips. It made you look adorable. "Your belly holds all of your most important organs, you know? It makes sure to keep them save so that I get to have one more day with you. And it does that every single day. How could I think it's gross, when it's such an important part of you?"

"Do you mean that?", your eyes were wide, glistening with wetness. Changbin put both of his hands onto your belly, immediately spreading their warmth to you. "Every word, bunny."

Both of you got back into the position you were in before your question. "Binnie?" He only hummed in response, his breath tickling your neck. "I like your belly, too."

Lee Felix, 438 words

Felix could feel you attempt to pull out of his tight cuddle for the third time, so he finally decided to talk to you, "What's wrong, honey?" You mumbled what he could only assume to be words in some sort of alien language. "I didn't quiet hear that.", he giggled. "I said I don't like my body today.", you tried to wriggle out of his hold - again. But he pulled you even closer - again. "I'm not going to let you get away from me until you hear what I have to say. And if you still want to stop this insanely good cuddle-session to let me freeze to death, then, I'll let you.

He didn't wait for your response, seeing you pout in surrender. He already knew the response, but asked anyways, "Is this about the fact that your legs are hairy?" "Yes." "You are like crazy pretty when you smile. Genuinely. You are gorgeous. I can see your eyes sparkle when you do, and it makes me so happy. That's why I always send you stupid tiktoks that I think you will like." In an attempt to stop him from seeing your smile you pulled the corners of your mouth down to keep the pout intact. It didn't work. Felix beamed a toothy smile at you, "Sometimes I catch you dance along to music when you think nobody is watching. But everyone is watching, because you are mesmerizing. One time I had to threaten the boys I would teakwondo their asses if they looked at you for too long again." You laughed, not being able to hold back any longer. "You did what?" "It's true!", he nodded.

"Do you know why I stopped calling you cupcake a few months ago?" "Because honey is sweeter?" He shook his head, "Close, but no. I realized that you are way better than any cupcake could be. No matter how good the buttercream is and no matter how many sprinkles are on it." A loud snort escaped you, "Lixie, that is such a bad analogy!", you had tears in your eyes from laughing. "Yes, but it made you laugh."

You didn't protest when he hugged you even tighter one last time before letting you get comfortable in his arms again. "How could I ever even care about some hair on your body when your laugh immediately hypnotizes me. You don't even realize that I would do anything for you if it only means I get to hear your laugh."

In order to keep up the playful atmosphere you slapped his arm slightly, fake-rolling your eyes, "Shut up and cuddle me, sprinkles."

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[lonelystarrs]

𝐔𝐡, 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭…?

FemReader x Nagi Seishiro

Seishiro just really, really missed you. ♡

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • smut • 🌶️ • fluff • both mid twenties & live together • established relationship • it happens, just love them when they do •

Reposting for better luck this time. My visibility settings were somehow altered on here! grrr.

He was sweaty, hot and bothered a combination of things that Nagi usually disliked, but there was a way he found it tolerable — it was still a pain and what made it acceptable was you. Specifically your hands skimming under his hoodie to help him rid of it, his lips leaving yours for a mere moment as you pulled it over his head before meeting again with the perfect amount of messy, tongues meeting in a wet kiss that left spit covering your lips.

He had only just made it through the door, duffle bag lazily thrown by the entrance and kicking his shoes off. Walking through until he found you in the kitchen, shocked to see him a day earlier than he said he’d be back. His t-shirt looking huge on you, long, toned legs disappearing under it to the treasure he knew.

He did briefly think those fluffy bed socks stopping half way up your calves were cute though, little panda faces on your feet. They were soon wrapped around his waist as you ran at him, jumping into his arms.

That was all a few strides ago, by now you were back on your feet getting walked backwards, stripping the genius on your way to the bedroom.

“I -ah- I missed you pretty.”

You nodded as he tried to talk against your mouth, you failing to answer because you were desperate to get his jeans off, pulling at his belt and buttons.

Nagi let his trousers fall and he stepped out of them as he pushed you towards the bed. It was a blur how he ended up under you with his only his bloody socks left on, cock rock hard against his stomach, pre leaking from the slit and covering his thick head, drooling into the lines of his six pack.

He was so wet for you and his cock was flexing by its on against his abdomen just watching you pull his top over your head. Slatey, brown eyes watching your bare tits bounce, finally confirming you were just walking around without him here in nothing but pretty panties under his t-shirt.

“Ah - s’not fair, you walk around like this when m’not here?”

Seishiro had been away for three weeks, having nothing but your voice over the phone for calls, those steamy videos that made him switch off his games to put his headphones in and fuck his fists to you, yeah fists, his dick was plenty long enough to get both hands around.

He could easily get off to just the sounds you made, closing his eyes and letting that honey voice call and beg for him.

It was a bother how much he thought about you, but he couldn’t help it. You were so pretty, so sweet to him and so fucking insatiable. Nagi never thought about sex much until he met you —it sounded like hassle. Hot, sweaty and using energy he’d rather not use. Most the times he’d just ignore his hard ons because the sticky mess was bothersome.

Not now though, not when he knew how warm and wet your pussy was, swallowing his long dick and cock warming him, letting him cum in you to save him the hassle of cleaning it up.

Instead he got to watch it leak from that swollen pussy hole or dribble down your thighs in a hot breathy mess, or even cum down your throat and you’d open wide to let him see traces of it coating your tongue.

n’suddenly sex wasn’t such a bother to think about or do.

It’s all he thought about the last few days, when you’d sent him a video of just that, his cum leaving you. Sneakily you’d recorded it from one of your previous sessions with him. Your poor hole swollen from one of his feral moods, he’d cum twice in you and it was drooling out, pussy clenching around nothing after his dick had been bullying into it. Then your finger came down, collecting it to roll over your clit coaxing yourself to cum again and push the rest out.

He remembered that morning well enough, because he left a nasty bite on your inner thigh that he could see in the video, but you’d recorded that special treat whilst he’d gone to shower alone.

Because he was late for practice… again.

Such a sly, pretty thing and you were all his.

He’d spent so long in the bathroom whilst away fucking into his fist to that video, so long that Reo ended up knocking to see if he was ok.

He’d to see cum multiple times over it, his cock almost sore, fingers sticky with thick cum and using it to cum again and again. His heart racing, breathing laboured because he was putting himself through hell because he couldn’t stop fisting his cock over it.

His little dazed state was shook from him as your hand wrapped around his dick just under the head to align it with your hole, Nagi could feel you drooling slick down it already and he moaned when you rotated your hips around him. He was so sensitive already, cock flexing in your hand and against your cunt. His hands flew to your thighs and gripped, eyes widening because he felt like he was about to bust.

“W-Wait pretty hang on, I-“

Too late.

The moment you sank down onto his cock, burying it to the hilt, taking him too well without prep because you were so far gone and oh god how he heard you moan was enough…

Nagi’s head rolled back his eyes following into his sockets as they closed, his mouth hanging ajar as drool left the corner of his lips, his toes curling against the mattress as he bent his legs up, hips lifting off the bed causing you to fall forward onto him.

“Ngh- shit! M’cu-hah.”

You dunno what the hell he just tried saying but your jaw fell slack watching Nagi’s cum face that you knew too well. Pink dusting over his cheeks, his cock flexing in you as he came hard, his body stuttered under you, little convulses through his stomach and you tightened around him, warm walls hugging and swallowing his dick, cum filling you as he unloaded his balls.

“S-Sei? Did you just…”

“Ah-“ the heavy exhale left him, little pants in his breathing pattern as his hips fell back to the bed. Heat crawled up his neck and settled on his cheeks as you watched them burning.

Never in your life did you think you’d see the day Nagi Seishiro blush like that.

“-I came,”

He pouted, eyes looking down to where you were joined and he could see his cum already leaking past his dick buried in you as a plug.

“What a hassle. S’no fair, pretty, that video I-“

“Holy shit, Sei -fuck that was so hot.”

“You- huh?”

You leaned forward, body pressing flush against his, arms cradling his head and burying fingers into his white hair that was always so ridiculously soft, all whilst cock warming him. Your lips grazed his before pressing loving kisses on his face, settling on an Eskimo kiss as he looked up at you with one eye squinting closed, the other half open from your kiss assault.

God he was adorable.

“I missed you too, Sei~”

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[torumin]

"It's alright honey"

Synopsis - Just Husband Gojo being the amazing husband he is and comforting you after a long week

A/N - Reposting my old stuff lol, feel free to send requests

Husband gojo who got home early from his mission and was waiting for you to come home.

Husband gojo who opened the door the moment he heard a knock on it. He knew it is you.

Husband gojo who notices that something is wrong the moment he senses your curse energy.

Husband gojo who hugs you but you don’t quite return the hug back. Now he was sure something was wrong with you because you, not hugging him back? nu-uh that’s almost impossible.

Husband gojo who was now concerned, asked you “my kikufuku are you alright?”.

One sentence was all it took to break the dam.

The waterfall of the tears started running down you tired face. This kinda shocked him. Gojo felt awful seeing you like this.

He knows that you are stressed out because of all the constant missions and after all these tiring missions you came back home, exhausted and tired but still managed to prepare amazing food for him and did all the chores.

Those higher-ups were going to get an earful from gojo. He knows that you are one of the strongest sorcerers and all the difficult missions are appointed to you but hoarding up all the work on a single person is something he can’t tolerate. Specially if it is you.

Husband gojo who hugged you and slowly guided you to the floor. You were crying uncontrollably. Hearing your sobs was hurting his heart.

“Shh.. it is alright honey. Let it all out..” he was trying his best to comfort you. His hand rubbing your back soothingly to comfort you.

His shirt was wet with your tears. Not that he minded but the fact you were crying so much was making him feel awful for not noticing how stressed you were sooner.

After a bit, he took you to the couch so that you can get comfortable.

He was still hugging you and rubbing soothingly on your back, whispering sweet nothings to help you feel better.

Your sobs finally stopped after what like hours. “How long have you been feeling like this honey? Hmm?”

“A few days? Maybe..”

“My precious kikufuku, you should have told me….I-I would have tried to make you feel better”. His voice was really soft and soothing to your ears. But it was filled with worry.

“B-but I didn’t want to disturb you..” you answered him honestly. That is what you were thinking.

You know that Gojo Satoru is a busy man, he has better things to worry about rather than you being tired, it wasn’t a really bid deal, you were used to it.

You were debating about whether you should tell him or not, because you didn’t want him to worry about such small things.

“You can never disturb me, you know that? I am always here for you whenever you don’t feel alright, okay?” You hummed in response.

You were grateful to have such and amazing and supporting husband.

You knew that you could tell gojo about your mental health and how you you are feeling but you just couldn’t really express it in words.

“But you shouldn’t really worry about my mental health. You already have other things to worry about”. You were saying what has been on your mind and this is true. He already has so many things to worry about. The jujutsu world is quite depended on Gojo.

“You and your mental health are very important to me. More than anything else” this sentence had something you have always wanted to hear. You didn’t know that a simple sentence can make you feel comfortable.

As your sobbing has stopped, Gojo felt relieved that he was able to comfort you. He was about to get up and get you some water but he felt something grab his hand.

“Please don’t go”.

“I am not going anywhere love. I am just getting some water to hydrate you”. Gojo came with the glass of water as fast as he could. (And trust me it was really fast)

“Do you want to talk about it hun?” He asked you in hope that you might want to tell him something, so that he can help you with it.

You shook your head. You were not really sure if you could really talk about it just now.

“It’s alright. But if you ever want to talk about it, remember that I am always here alright?”

You nodded. Husband gojo planted a soft kiss on your forehead. His action making you smile.

Gojo knows that stress can be a lot sometimes. He does not want you to bear it all alone.

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