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the wolf pack and tribal council when jacob brought bella to the bonfire for whatever reason:

what about introvert but well known connie/ony x social outcast/loser reader idk if u like to write about this but just a idea!!

𝑶𝒏𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑡𝑤: 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑙

Fuck. You hated this. Honestly, who the hell decides to hand in their share of work less than 48h before the due date.

You stood in front of Onyankopon’s apartments door, pyjama shorts hanging off loosely on your hips and see through wife beater leaving little to the imagination. This was far from the outfit you wanted to be seen in, but a last-minute call at 11 PM had left you with no choice.

As the door swung open, you quickly straightened up. Onyankopon smirked, his eyes raking over your appearance. You did the same, noting that he was fully dressed to go out with a crisp plain white tee, straight jeans, fresh Air Forces and his signature Cuban link. It was a Friday night, after all, and he was the captain of the football team—being out and about was practically a given.

“My bad, come on in,” he said, stepping aside to let you enter. He seemed to realize he’d been staring a bit too long “I take it you not going out tonight?” he asked, rummaging through his desk drawer to pull out his laptop.

“Nah” you simply replied, still standing by the closed door, as if you couldn’t wait to get out of there.

“What, you don’t fuck with parties?” He turned to flash you a smile as he waited for his documents to open.

“It ain’t like I’ve been invited” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze, slightly embarrassed to admit that you had no one to go out with.

"Hm," he hums, "I'm more of a homebody anyways." He turns back to his laptop, finally able to open his work, and starts typing away. You take a hesitant step forward, feeling a bit out of place in your casual attire.

"for real ?" you ask, genuinely surprised "I thought you'd be out every weekend and shit"

He chuckles, shaking his head "Nah, not every weekend. Sometimes it's nice to just chill, you know?" He glances up at you, his eyes softening "You can sit down, ma. Make yourself comfortable."

You nod and move to sit on the edge of his bed, feeling the awkwardness slowly dissipate "You need help with sum?" you ask, trying to focus on the task at hand.

He shows you the parts he's completed and what still needs to be done. As you both work together, the initial tension fades, replaced by a comfortable silence punctuated by occasional small talk and laughter.

Hours pass, and before you know it, the project is nearly complete. You stretch, feeling a sense of accomplishment “Ok we good" you say, smiling at him.

"Yeah, we make a pretty good team after all” he replies, returning your smile "Appreciate you coming over. I know it was last minute and allat." As you headed towards the door, he called out, “you pretty chill, y/n, maybe next time we can hang out without the work” he leans back in his chair.

You paused, turning to look at him “Yeah, I’d like that,” you said, feeling a warmth spread through you “would be cool”

“Actually,” he said, a hint of mischief in his voice, “you’s in a rush ? Why don’t you kick it a bit longer? We can smoke a lil, watch a movie or some.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the invitation “Don’t you have plans?”

He shrugged, a casual smile playing on his lips “Nothing that can’t wait. Besides, I told you, I’m a homebody”

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Alright”

“That’s what’s up” he said, his face lighting up “Make yourself at home for real”

You settled back onto the bed, feeling more at ease. He returned with a couple of sodas, some henny and a blunt, setting them down on the small table by the bed “Any preferences?” he asked, scrolling through the Netflix home page.

“Surprise me,” you replied, leaning back against the pillows, feeling a bit more confident and what not.

He selected a movie and joined you on the bed, the two of you sitting close but not quite touching. As the movie started, you found yourself relaxing more, the earlier tension completely gone. Ony lit up his blunt, taking a few puffs before passing it to you. You didn’t smoke at all, and so you very much ended up coughing loud as hell trying to act like you did.

“You good?” He looks over, a concerned look on his face. You nod, trying to play it cool. Some more time went by where the two of you silently watched the movie, occasionally laughing and making some commentary but, it was hard to ignore how much his phone was ringing from all the notifications he was receiving “Yo, mind if I change real quick ion think I’m stepping out tonight” he says, glancing at you and licking his lips as he eyes you up and down.

“Onya… you really don’t have to—” you began, turning your head away. But he swiftly cupped your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and though you’d never seen such an expression before, the raw desire in them was unmistakable.

"Relax," he murmured softly "I want to be here, alright?" His gaze drifted down to your glossy lips, their allure almost overwhelming "I want to be with you" he whispered, his brown eyes locking onto yours once more. The tension is more than palpable and god knows what took over you at that moment.

“Ony..” you whisper, slowly sitting up on the bed “you don’t need to change” you stare down at the man who’s looking at you in anticipation. He quickly understands what you mean when you grab the hem of his shirt and slide it off his head. You’re not quite sure of what you’re doing but it seems to really turn him on, the noticeable bulge in his pants poking at your thigh.

“I really tried to approach you different, ma, I swear” Ony says, kissing down your arm till he reached your hand, grabbing it “but, you’re really hard to get a hold of on campus” he looks up at you, watching your mouth widen when he drags down your hand to his clothed dick “want it inside you, pretty?” his question is so lewd and they way his keeps your hand there, allowing you to feel him twitching gets you instantly wet, a if your shit wasn’t drenched enough from the teasing. Despite being destabilized, you nod earning a grin from him “I’ll do anything you want then” he’s quick to grab your waist and almost slam you down on his bed, back flat against the sheets as he kneels between you spread legs.

Ony can’t help but bite his bottom lip as he slides of your pink and white shorts, they come of so easily it’s like you predicted this was going to happen. And your undies ? Cute white Calvin’s with a nasty wet patch in the middle “Fuck, look at that, ma” he teases, starring at you wet cunt after throwing your panties to the side “She so pretty, just like you” his words aren’t making things better, you’re pussy is pulsating just by looking at him now.

He leans in, spreading your legs so he can properly eat you out to his heart’s content. He’s slurping and sucking away, holding you down no matter how much you’re squirming under him. Fuck, he’s been waiting for this for so long, it was probably bad that he was showing it so much, he thought.

“Ony..please” you cry out, dinging your nails into his shoulder. The feeling is overwhelming but so satisfying, he really was aiming to make you feel so fucking good you could never forget it. Finally you let out a sigh when he pulls back, lips and chin glistening from your wetness. You watch as he unzips his pants, pulling his boxers down just enough for his dick to spring out. His size is ridiculous, more on the girthy side but sure to reach deep enough. His eagerness can be seen by the way his tip is leaking of pre cum.

Ony reaches into his drawer, pulling out a candom. You watch as he swiftly rips it open and slides it onto his hard on. He’s so smooth with it, it’s clear he has a lot of experience “You still with me?” His questions snaps you out of it, quickly making you nod “good” he smiles, leaning in, resting his forearms arms on each sides of your head. Your mouth opens slightly for him to slide his tongue inside before his lips interlock with yours. Fuck, he’s really kissing you right now. It feels so intimate you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck while Ony is rubbing his cock between your folds, slowly, tip hitting your sensitive bud each time as he enjoys you moaning into his mouth.

After a minute of teasing, he grabs the base to line up his tip with your entrance “Fuckk..” he groans, pushing himself inside, stretching you out so nicely “so tight, ma” he groans, sinking in slowly, your wet walls squeezing him so tightly he can barely stop himself from cuming on the spot. The way your moans are filling up his ears and the way your scratching at his toned back with your sharp nails, it’s driving him insane yet his thrusts are so precise, abusing your g-spot so perfectly.

Your mind is fuzzy, the nasty sounds of your pussy squelching each time he pulled back and harshly slammed into you again and his grunts being the only things you can register right now. It only takes a few more thrusts from him for the both of you to come undone, his body collapsing on top of yours.

The two of you are trying to catch your breaths in a now completely silent room. The silence wasn’t awkward but reassuring.

He tightly wraps his arms around you, face still buried in your sweaty neck “I guess now is a good time to say I really like you, huh?”

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓! 𝑬𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔

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𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑭𝑰𝑻𝑺: Blood automatically rushes to his dick when he steps into a party or the club just to check in on his boys and he sees you in the crowd, wearing a ridiculously short dress that’s so tight fitting that your nipples pop out no matter what you do and your boobs give the illusion of spilling out. Or a short skirt with a tiny little top that, with one wrong movement would air your shit out to for the whole place to see. And god you looked so sexy in high heels or even sandals with your cute white nails painted. He loved it and he couldn’t give two fucks if other guys stared at you, shit it even made him proud knowing that you were his behind closed doors.

“You look so sexy,ma, as always” he would compliment, reaching his hand over to grip on your exposed thigh while his other hand stayed in the black leather steering wheel of his Maybach “where you get that dress from ?” He questioned, squeezing at you flesh.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his lean arm “you got it for me, dummy” you words were slurred from the one two many shots you took “You wanna keep it on right..while you fuck me” your voice softened, eyes staring up at him, forcing him to unglue his eyes from the road just to take a glance at you, a fine looking mess.

“That’s right” he grinned, knowing what awaited the two of you once back at his place.

𝑳𝑨𝒁𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝑷 Dealer! Eren is more of a receiver than giver. Maybe it had to do with his line of work (always gettin shit from others without having to move a muscle ) but since he had met you, he became a full time eater. Using any excuse possible to lick at your pussy till you made a mess on his tongue. He loved hearing you moan in pure pleasure by just using his mouth. But, like mentioned, he was more of a receiver and when you would stare up at him so lewdly, teasing him as you licked and sucked on his tip, running your tongue down the sides of his hard on, he became weak.

“Come on, baby, you stallin” he would groan, head thrown back and legs spread enough to let you snuggle in between them. Your elbows resting on his thighs and your hands wrapped around his base.

“Please, you love this shit” you giggled, dragging his tip across you tongue, collecting all his pre cum. He could only hum in agreement, his adam’s apple going up and down as he swallows hard. Resting his tattooed hand on your jawline, caressing your cheek as you took your time to fully take him.

𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑶𝑼𝑻 You and Eren’s relationship was secret. Not even your closest friends knew about you two and Eren made sure to never be seen with you except occasionally by some of his most trusted boys. Eren insisted that this was necessary, he had enemies and he couldn’t risk you getting harmed because of him. Plus, he knew being associated with an alleged dealer wouldn’t be so ideal for such a brilliant college girl with her whole future traced like you. Still, he made sure to treat you like a princess, taking you out to restaurants and numerous activities even if you needed to go on the other side of town.

“Why is this place literally dead ?” You questioned, entering an empty restaurant but that was still very much open and in business with servers patiently waiting for you to get seated.

“You said you wanted to try this place out right ?” He simply said, pulling the chair back for you.

“You are so extra” you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t ignore how sweet and special he had made this. He made sure you had whatever you wanted, no matter the cost even if that meant reserving a whole restaurant for just the two of you.

He scuffed, taking a seat across you “you love this extra shit” he teased “you startin to get spoiled tho, not even a thanks ?” He commented, pouring you and himself wine.

“Thank you, Rennie” you dragged out with a perfect smile.

𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 Obviously, you two’s situation wasn’t ideal. Not being able to be all over you in public and claim you as his was taking a toll on him. But, Dealer! Eren loved the thrill of sneaking around. Whether it be sneaking into your dorm room, after making sure you roomie had left or snatching you into a bathroom stall at the club, he would find a way to be with you no matter what.

“Eren-wait” you cried out, his nails dinging into the flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. You bit your lip, gripping onto the sink on which your overstimulated body was bent over, Eren’s presence behind you had you contorting your neck trying to take a glimpse of him. His hair was tied up as usual, some strands that poked out were stuck on his sweaty forehead, a huge grin on his face as he pushed his tip inside, causing you to loudly inhale.

“Relax” he would say between groans, hands gripping tightly onto your waist “my boys blockin the door” he added, hips thrusting deeper into you, as if it would reassure you that his goons were about to hear you getting fucked dumb.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

Eren takes foreplay very seriously.

He’s just so deeply obsessed with his ability to have you in a whiny mess with just his hands and mouth.

The way he sucks on your tits, flicking your nipples with his tongue and very carefully nibbling on them has you desperately grinding against his true religions, pussy throbbing at the warmth of his mouth against your skin.

One hand is working on removing your shorts, while the other is fondling at your sensitive breast, his tongue is licking at your neck, from your collarbone to your ear, your ticklish there but now your moaning in arousal although they get muffled by him kissing you, tongue parting your plump lips to enter your mouth, pulling a cry out of you.

Eren has you so distracted by making out so sloppily that your caught off guard when you feel his saliva coated thumb pressing on your clit, rubbing slow circles. You pull away from him, eyes focusing on his fingers teasing your hole but he’s quick to grab your chin to force you to look at him “Eyes up, baby” he orders, ring and middle finger pushing inside at a grueling slow pace.

Your breathing is uneven, he’s playing in your pussy, fingers curling inside you, hitting your g-spot making you move your hips to follow the rythme of his thrusts. He’s licking his lips, watching you melt in his touch, a grin slowly forming as he feels you clenching around him, your hips moving faster and faster, your close.

Eren’s dick is twitching like crazy, green eyes carefully analyzing how you unfold under him, cuming on his fingers, nails dinging into his biceps as you seem to transcend.

He lowers himself, placing gentle wet kisses on your chest, stomach and inner thighs as he gradually goes down, pretty emerald eyes locked onto your face “Can I get a second one, baby?” he questions,mouth hovering over your swollen clit, eyes practically begging you to say yes despite you barely recovering from your first orgasm.

Eren smiles when you give him a weak nod, allowing him to feast on you cunt.

The thought of putting his dick inside you has barely crossed his mind yet, but you know the wait is worth it.

Attentive!Jason who feels you toss and turn away from him in the night, signalling that something was wrong. He didn't know what, but upon feeling you curl into a ball, holding your stomach, it clicked.

Attentive!Jason who turns on his side to pull you back into his chest, hoping the warmth would soothe you enough to go back to a deeper sleep. Sighing sadly, he realizes that this time might be worse than he thought.

Attentive!Jason who kisses your hairline and slowly untangles himself from you in order to get up. He goes and puts the kettle on, fills a glass of water and brings your painkillers of choice, making a mental note of buying you more the next time he's out.

Attentive!Jason who sets the glass and painkillers on your nightstand, then slowly makes his way back into bed. Gently, he wakes you with kisses and firm strokes on your back, soothing some of the ache.

Attentive!Jason who, upon gently waking you, helps you to the bathroom to get cleaned up and take a hot shower.

Attentive!Jason who kisses your lips every time you try and apologize for ruining the sheets followed by a "no more tears querida, just let me take care of you"

Attentive!Jason that fills up your hot water bottle and a cup of herbal tea with extra honey just how you like it, and brings both items back to your room. He wraps the hot water bottle in a thin, fuzzy blanket, as to not burn you.

Attentive!Jason who puts your towel and clean pyjamas in the dryer for 5 minutes to warm them up for you before you get out of the shower.

Attentive!Jason who helps dress you when your shower is done, but leaving you to do what you need to privately. He just wants you safe and comfortable.

Attentive!Jason that guides you back to bed, not in a smothering and demeaning way, but just to make things easier on your aching joints.

Attentive!Jason that bundles you up snugly after you finish your tea, and reads to you to help you fall back asleep. The painkillers seem to be working, and he knows his voice soothes you.

Attentive!Jason that kisses your forehead and presses the hot water bottle to your sore abdomen once you begin to stir again, in effort to ease the tension.

Attentive!Jason who will, no matter what time it is, get up to get what you need. This boy is so madly in love with you, nothing you could ever need is too much for him. It doesn't matter if he just came back from a gruelling patrol, a fight with Bruce, or recovering from his own ailments. Jason Loverboy Todd is going to bring you tea at 4am. No complaints. No questions asked.

Attentive!Jason who secretly researches new ways to help you when you're hurting, always wanting to learn and improve.

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a/n: answered this ask that disappeared for some reason???? it was from some general attentive!jason hcs when reader was on their period/cramping but i genuinely have no idea where it went....

anyways time for bed its 2am

17+ content, blank blogs dnf

rough sex, prone bone, doggy style, choking, hair pulling, light belly bulge mention, pussy eating (as always), he’s a meanie i fear, ak!jason on the brain

mmm jason 'don't run from this dick' todd... he's got you drooling in the sheets and weakly clawing at them to tug away, just for him to shift his angle and get even deeper inside you when he pulls you back. each flinch away from him prompts a deeper thrust, constantly leaning his built upper body over you and forcing your hips to fall. the grip he has is bruising and he’s using his weight to hold you down, cooing into your ear with condescension as he informs you- I can only hold this ass up for so long, princess. all while jason’s fucking your whole body into the mattress after your pathetic attempts to pull away falter, a rough palm bigger than your fucking head squishing your face into the sheets as spit dribbles from the corner of your mouth in ecstasy. useless slurs of words prompt him to pull your head back, fingers tangled in your hair and wrenching your neck to make you look at him with teary eyes as he tells you to try again.

or maybe you're reaching your hand back to rest on his pelvis while you're whining for him to be gentle, just to get a reminder of his overwhelming strength when he folds your arms against your back and forces you into a deeper arch. you’ve gotten all brave, actively trying to push him off of you- stupidly, even. the fuck do you think you’re doing-? he laughs cruelly at you, and it takes nothing for jason to snake his hand around your neck, fingers straining your throat as he pulls you flush against his broad chest and abs. the sudden breath that’s taken away has you all lightheaded and limited to short pants, leaving you to weakly cling to the same hand on your throat. your gaze falls upon your lower tummy and not only do you feel him, you can fucking see him splitting you open- how deep inside your belly he gets with each thrust.

and just throwing this in there; he's got you trying to get away from his mouth too. legs shaking as he rudely sucks on your clit and you've got the nerve to pull on his hair and urge him away. it takes little to no time for him to pin your hands against your lower tummy while his free hand is forcing your thighs to wrap around his head. he’s softer with you when he’s not pounding you until your weeping cunt is all puffy and sore, though; fat tongue lapping at your hole and groaning as more slick settles on his lips, hooked nose nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves and making you see stars. still creamin’ all over my face, jason grumbles against your core, ‘m not fuckin’ you hard enough, huh? and at this point, you can’t recall if your desperate squirming turns him on more or pisses him off- even when considering the harsh slaps against your thigh and ravenous groans into your cunt. ❧

240712 ⁝⁝ I-Days Milano

© haitani_taki

DMs & DNA

Simon "Ghost" Riley x TF141 Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, situationship / friends w/ benefits, possessive behavior, post-coital sweetness, Simon marking his territory, brief threat of violence, teasing, non-explicit sex

Word Count: 1.2k

Simon becomes territorial when a recent recruit tries to steal you out from under him.

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You’re tight and perfect and all fucking his.

Simon moans against your throat with lips pressed to your skin as he does his fucking best to remain in control of himself. He’s failing. Completely falling apart.

Your whimper is too sweet, and the way your body squeezes him has him dizzy. Your orgasm blooms—flows outward, and Simon’s autonomy slips from under him. Somehow, you’re good at seizing all of his control—claiming it for you own. Do you even realize you do it? Do you know how you affect him?

Simon knows. It happens all the time.

Brushing a few strands of hair over your shoulder, Simon leaves a tentative kiss in the curve of your neck. Beneath him, you shiver, head turning toward him as if you’re ticklish from the attention.

“We’ve been away too long,” you murmur, breaking the peacefulness settling over Simon’s senses.

Simon hooks an arm around your waist. “No one is looking for us.”

It’s likely true. Simon made sure that the two of you would be alone—that no one would interrupt. But time flows differently when you’re enjoying yourself.

Glancing at his watch, Simon frowns. You’re right. The two of you have been gone for longer than anticipated. It’s not ideal but it can’t be helped.

Simon doesn’t want to part. He wants to take you home, to linger with you beneath the sheets, to have his way with your body. But this has not happened, and Simon isn’t sure that it ever will. The two of you meet in storage closets, empty offices, and locker room showers for quick fucks.

It’s not a relationship.

It’s not anything.

You’re a member of the team. A friend. A coworker.

And yet it is him that you always turn to.

The desire for more sits hot in his chest. Simon has tried to coax you away to more private venues but you always step around it—avoiding to the point that Simon doesn’t entirely understand your motivations.

It’s fucking confusing, and while Simon longs to press you for answers, he doesn’t want to push you away.

Slowly, Simon eases from your body. Your little moan at his retreat is already making him hard again—wanton. It’s not fucking fair. These small moments are not enough.

There is no condom. There is only slickness. And Simon has to control the urge to slide his fingers between your legs and push the mess back in.

As he steps away, you hastily hoist your pants, securing the front button and zipper. Smoothing the front of your shirt, you begin fussing with your hair. There is a slight sheen of sweat on your brow.

“Do I look okay?” you ask sheepishly.

You look fucking beautiful, love.

“Like I never fucked you at all,” replies Simon.

You grin devilishly and lightly smack his chest. Simon snags your wrist and brings your knuckles to his lips, placing a quick kiss there before dropping your hand. It’s not enough intimacy. Simon craves more.

With an embarrassed nervousness, you tuck some hair behind your ear and brush past him, heading for the shut door. Slowly, you press the handle down, cracking the door slightly. There are no sounds that drift in.

The coast is clear.

You glance over your shoulder at Simon, grinning softly.

“See you later,” you murmur, disappearing like a magic trick.

Simon stands alone in the little room, arms hanging at his sides. Every alternative passes through his mind. How can he coax you to him? How can he make you see that you should belong to him?

He chews on his bottom lip, irritation growing in his stomach. With an annoyed growl, Simon secures his balaclava back into place, storming from the room without caring who sees. There is red beneath his skin. Simon needs to expel this excess energy.

He heads for the training room, and even here he cannot escape you.

One of the new recruits has a hand pressed against the wall as he looms over you. The two of you are chatting as you complete dumbbell reps. While your face is neutral, the man’s is animated. It’s not friendly either. It’s sly—smarmy. The guy is making a move.

Simon tries and fails to recall the new recruit’s name. They arrive, complete some training, and then go elsewhere. That’s how it always is. Simon never cares to learn their names or anything about them. If they aren’t on his team, he could give a fuck.

It’s not you Simon is worried about. He’s looked at your phone. He’s seen your DMs. There are plenty of men here who try. Who reach out in the hopes that you might sprinkle them with some attention. But you’re no barracks bunny. You don’t hop from bed to bed.

The only man you’re fucking is Simon.

And that’s exactly how he wants it.

Simon takes a post near the boxing bags. He puts on gloves, and beats away at the sand until his shoulders ache from the repetitive strikes. Keeping an eye on you is easy. Between reps, Simon observers, watching, noting how you give the man nearly nothing. It please Simon to know that you’re not interested in anyone but him.

When you head for the showers, Simon does not follow even though he’d fucking love to. He keeps his gaze on the recruit who watches you leave. The wanker unabashedly stares at your ass. Simon flings down his towel, and stalks toward his prey. This bastard has no idea Simon is walking up on him. Has no idea that Simon’s about to mark his territory.

The guy selects the bench press and Simon grins menacingly behind the balaclava.

“Need a spotter?” asks Simon casually.

The guy nods. “Sure, man. Thanks.”

You’re fucking death, mate.

Simon glances at the weights on either end of the bar. He rolls his eyes. Simon can bench twice this amount without breaking a sweat. He takes position behind the recruit, standing directly next to his head.

Slipping his hands beneath the bar, Simon helps guide it out of the track. The metal is cool. Simon lets go. The weight drops.

The new recruit wheezes, eye bulging as the combined weight hits his ribcage, rolling upward toward his neck. Simon does not stop it. Doesn’t try to prevent what might be fractured ribs or a crushed esophagus.

Instead, Simon crouches next to the choking man, menace in his tone.

“You might be in her DMs. You might be sweet talking her. But it’s me that drips down her legs when she walks.”

All Simon hears are squeaks of trapped air.

“You fucking go near her. I’ll fucking crush your dick and feed it to you. Understand?”

The man’s reply is all gasping air, and is eyes water. His cheeks are starting to go red—nearly purple.

Simon tilts his head to the side and the recruit makes a hint of a nod.

It’s enough of a confirmation. Simon grabs the bar and lifts without effort, plopping it back into the track.

The recruit’s next inhale is ragged and watery. He coughs. Gasps. Plops down onto the floor and vomits. But he doesn’t get up—doesn’t come after Simon.

Good.

You’re his.

And he’s going to make sure everyone knows.

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Art from Jay Sims via Facebook.

Megan Thee Stallion

Idk if you write for them but what about a todoroki and Deku going on a blind date with a Chubby reader🤔 (btw miss ma’am you dropped this 🤲🏾👑)

Your Kind of Men (poly!bi!pro!TodoDeku x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader SFW One Shot)

Pairing: Izuku "Deku" Midoriya x Shoto Todoroki x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you go on a blind date set up by your friend and her pro hero partners, not realizing that you're about to get your chance to meet some pros yourself who are highly interested in having a third...and they hope that it's you.

Warnings: AgedUp!TodoDeku (they're in their late 20s-early 30s); Bisexual!TodoDeku; Polyamory; Sexual Fantasies; Flirting; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized (but anyone can still read this)

Writer's Note: Thank you for getting my crown for me, babe!! I hope you enjoy this! It's pretty tame except for the sex thoughts lol. Enjoy! -xoxo, Jazz

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“I don’t know how I feel about this, girl,” you sigh into the phone, staring down at your cocktail. “You didn’t even tell me what they do! What if they’re serial killers or something?” 

You feel a nervous sweat coming on despite the cool air in the fancy restaurant and the spaghetti straps of your dress allowing you to stay cool. You took a shower and added as much deodorant to your pits and jiggly inner thighs as you could because of your paranoia of smelling, but that does nothing to stop you from breaking out in anxious perspiration. 

“Would you stop that?” Your friend complains. “I didn’t tell you about their jobs because I wanted to surprise you! If Bakugou and Kiri know them, trust me: they’re good guys.” 

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose to avoid an oncoming headache from too much stress. Though the fact that these “guys” are Bakugou aka pro hero Dynamight and Kirishima aka pro hero Red Riot’s longtime buddies, that doesn’t do much to ease your worries or mind. 

”Then they must be fine as fuck ‘cause your boyfriends are!” You groan, earning a giggle from your friend. “It’s not funny! I’m literally having a panic attack and I don’t think this cocktail is helping.” 

You stare down at your Perfect Peach cocktail made with vodka and peach preserves that is supposed to ease your nerves as you sit at the bar waiting for your blind date…or blind dates, rather. 

After further consideration and fantasizing about it for months, you confided in your friend about wanting to try a polyamorous relationship like she has with Bakugou and Kiri. She always seems so happy when she’s with them. You remember a time when you were happy like that with your boyfriend—everyday seemed sunny whenever he called or came to see you. 

But that was a year ago. After a very messy breakup which resulted in him moving away and immediately dating someone else, you did your best to forget him and move on. Getting back into the dating pool was the first step. You recently just started reviving your accounts on dating apps, but so far, none of them have sufficed. 

You often wonder how your friend did it—how she managed to bag not one but two pro heroes. And they’re so hot and sweet! Every time you see their big arms wrapped around your friend or see their smiles directed her way or see them pick her up from your crib and know she’s going to spend her night getting pleasured beyond belief by both of them, you can’t help but be jealous. 

Don’t get it twisted. You’re so happy for your friend! She deserves partners who adore her…but you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t bother you that you don’t have that kind of relationship for yourself. 

Your friend’s calming voice pulls you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. ”Just calm down. It’s going to go great! But if it ever goes sideways or if you really feel like you can’t go through with this, just make some excuse, like I almost burned our crib down. Then you can leave!” 

”I’m not doing that,” you huff. “Your men went through all the trouble of booking this blind date for me. The least I can do is try to get through it.” 

Bakugou and Kiri specifically handpicked your blind dates for you tonight. They barely told you anything about them though. The only thing you know is that they’re friends. “You’ll love ‘em, doll!” Kiri told you. “I promise! These guys are super manly!” 

“They’re whatever,” Bakugou said, which didn’t help you at all. But then again, Bakugou was never good at giving compliments…unless those compliments are directed at your friend. 

“Well, to do that, you’ll have to get out of that head of yours,” your friend critically says. “Girl, you’re always overthinking! You like hot as fuck tonight and your dates will think so to. Just think about how they may even take you home tonight to get a piece of that nice, fat a—“ 

”And I’m hanging up,” you immediately announce, cringing at her hysterical laughter. “I just met the guys and it’s our first date! I’m not gonna—“ 

”Excuse me?” A rather familiar voice you can’t place politely asks you. You turn around, preparing to give this man the boot, but all of the words in your throat die when you get a look at who’s standing behind you. 

He is much taller and hotter in person, your embarrassingly large poster in your bedroom not doing you much justice. His gray vest, slacks, and white button-up shirt are rather tight on his toned body, his pecs and biceps pushing up against the fabric. The cutest freckles adorn his cheeks, almost popping out like a pop-up photo in a children’s book due to how green his hair and eyes are. They remind you of emeralds. 

Izumi Midoriya aka Deku, pro hero #1, in the flesh, is your date tonight. He gives you a kind, toothy smile, his hands behind his back. ”Are you Y/N?” He asks. 

Your mind is frozen in a block of ice, all thoughts and words put on pause. Too stunned to speak, you just nod. “Oh, good!” He sighs, relieved. “I thought I’d gotten the wrong person and embarrassed the hell out of myself!” He sheepishly laughs before passing you a bouquet of the most beautiful pink and yellow roses out from behind him. “For you,” he says, a light blush coating his cheeks. “Shoto picked ‘em. He’ll be in here soon.” 

Shoto. As in Shoto Todoroki pro hero #3. Bakugou is at #2 while Kiri is #4. If all goes well, you and your friend will be living the life dating such popular pro heroes. 

Wordlessly, you take the flowers, but not wanting to look like a crazy woman, you give Deku a smile. You just can’t believe this. You feel like you’re dreaming. “Y/N?” Your friend asks. “Helloooo? You there?” 

Brought back down to reality, you keep your eyes on Deku while you speak into your phone that you remember is pressed to your ear. “I’ve gotta go,” you abruptly say. “M-My dates are here.” Your friend just giggles. “Enjoy,” she sings. “Give me all the details when you get back.” 

Once she hangs up, the door to the restaurant opens. In walks your second date and Shoto is just as tall as Deku. He walks elegantly on long legs, his frame leaner than Deku’s, but muscled and toned. His black suit fits perfectly on him, giving him a dashing look that his long, red-and-white-toned hair tied in a ponytail only adds to. He looks like a damn fairytale prince coming to save you. 

His eyes meet yours and you swear he’s just as gorgeous in person. The burn scar over his eye only adds to his appearance, giving him a very sexy but unique look. He smiles at you and the air is immediately stolen from your plump, soft body. 

“You found her?” He asks, coming over to the bar to meet you. “I’m sorry, I was busy trying to find a parking spot. This restaurant is quite popular.” Deku nods, laughing. “That’s what it said on the website!” He chuckles. 

“Y/N, right?” Shoto asks, his silky voice directed at you. “Pleasure to finally meet you. Your friend told us all about you, but she left out how beautiful you are.” He sticks his hand out for a shake, his ringed fingers making you think of nasty things. You wouldn’t mind them wrapping around your neck or sliding inside of your—

”T-Thank you,” you say, finally finding your voice. You tentatively shake Shoto’s hand, shivering slightly at the wave of electricity you feel coursing through you at his touch. “I know who you are. Y-You’re Deku and Todoroki, pro heroes #1 and #3.” 

The duo share a look, both stunned. A mischievous smile stretches across Shoto’s face. “Someone’s a fan,” he teases. 

Deku rolls his eyes, criticizing his boyfriend. “Don’t tease her, Shoto,” he critically says before turning to you. “That, we are! I hope that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. We’re really just normal people…who happen to have quirks.” He looks worried that the fact that they’re famous may make you feel weird, but that isn’t even half of it. How the fuck are you supposed to act normal around such hot men?! 

Swallowing harshly and taking a much-needed sip of your cocktail, you start to feel somewhat confident from the vodka. “Well, it’s nice to meet you both,” you giggle. “Should we sit?” 

Deku offers his hand to help you slide off of the barstool with your drink and flowers. You feel his hand lightly ghost the small of your back and your skin suddenly bursts with warmth like it’s on fire. Your dress only somewhat smooths your back rolls which most men aren’t too fond of. But Deku doesn’t seem to mind.

He leads you over to a table near a window overlooking the sidewalk and decorated with two candles. Shoto takes the chair you’re about to pull out and does it for you. “Please, allow me.” He patiently waits for you to sit down before pushing you in and then taking his seat with Deku across from you. 

Such a gentleman. You love gentlemen. They make your heart pound and your inner thighs clench together to avoid the throbbing sensation you feel already coming. 

The two handsome pros sit across from you, their attractive features illuminated by the candlelight. Luckily, your waitress comes over to get your appetizer orders and fetch the pros drinks before wandering off to put in your orders. 

Shoto clears his throat and is the first to fill the silence. “Sooo, Y/N,” he begins, your name sounding like smooth butter on his lips, “how in the world are you single as pretty as you are?” Heat coats your face at his boldness. You’re not used to receiving such compliments. 

“Shoto!” Deku growls, elbowing Shoto in the arm. “We’ve only known her for, like, five minutes!” Shoto side-eyes his boyfriend. “So you don’t think she’s pretty?” He deadpans, smirking at the bright red blush that coats Deku’s freckled cheeks. 

“You’ve got game,” you giggle, earning a proud smile from Shoto. “Well, I recently decided to start dating again after a breakup a year ago. I missed nights like these, getting dressed up and going out with handsome men.” 

You watch surprise alight in the couple’s eyes that quickly melt into something more intimate and passionate. Because now they know that you’re just as attracted to them as they are to you…so far. The shift makes you feel hot all over and you cross your legs. This is going to be much harder than you thought. 

You shift slightly in your seat, clearing your throat. “S-So what about you two?” You softly stutter. “How long have you two been together? How come you’re looking for a third?” 

The two share a look and then a smile that grinds at your insides. You remember smiling that way at your person–so in love and content. ”Well, after five years of dating, we decided to venture into new experiences,” Deku answers. “We’ve both been interested in having a poly relationship for a while now, so we decided to give it a try.” 

He tells you that he and Shoto met in UA High and were friends at first before slowly becoming more. It’s a story fit for a friends-to-lovers book. Concern laces Shoto’s pretty, multicolored eyes. “And this is still okay with you? Seeing two men at the same time?” 

You want to correct him that they aren’t just any men. They’re pro heroes. Celebrities. They have status and notoriety. You would be hella stupid to say no to this. “Yeah,” you reply. “I’ve never dated two guys at the same time, but it never hurts to try something new.” 

Other than their perks as celebs, their easy-going personalities and warm nature make it especially hard to refuse them, so you feel comfortable saying yes. 

Shoto smiles, pleased with that answer, and raises his glass of red wine. “Cheers to new experiences then.” Deku raises his wine glass while you raise your cocktail before leaning to clink glasses and taking a sip in unison. You feel much better already. 

Deku suddenly gasps, his emerald eyes twinkling in excitement. “You have an All Might keychain too?” He gasps, staring down at your phone. “That’s so cute! I still carry mine around as a lucky charm.” Shoto rolls his eyes at his boyfriend, chuckling into his wine. “He can sit here all night talkin’ ‘bout All Might. Just warning you.” 

You giggle and tell Deku that you bought it at Hot Topic when the store was celebrating All Might’s birthday. A text from your friend asking if you’re okay suddenly pops up on your phone sitting face up on the table. You turn it over to be respectful to your dates but realize too late the phone case underneath. 

There, the chibi versions of Deku, Shoto, and All Might stare back at you. It was a gift from Kiri for your birthday, but now, you want to curse him for giving it to you and yourself for forgetting that it was on the back of your phone. 

Your dates catch it immediately and mirth alights behind their eyes. Shoto smirks at you, stifling his laughter. “You weren’t quick enough for that,” he chuckles. You flush with embarrassment and unbeknownst to you, Shoto adores it. Your skin glows increasingly more in the candlelight, making him want to kiss, suck, and lick every part of your beautiful skin. 

Deku is in the same boat as his boyfriend. He’s been admiring your beauty all night, but unlike Shoto, he isn’t as bold or as brazen, so he instead shifts the conversation to something else to distract him from how tight his slacks have gotten. 

“So you are a fan?” He excitedly gasps. “Wow! I can’t say I’ve ever been on a date with a fan of mine before.” Shoto’s lazily shift to yours, peering deep into you. “Me either.” 

You gnaw on your bottom lip, suddenly ashamed. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammer. “I’ll put it away if it makes you feel weird.” You go to put your phone in your purse, but Shoto’s hand stops you. You pause, your pulse jumping as you feel his long piano fingers brush your knuckles. 

“No, no, don’t,” he protests. “It’s cute. I just wonder out of the two of us which one’s your favorite.” He winks at you with that sapphire blue eye, teasing you. ”Todoroki, come on,” Deku sighs. ”Don’t embarrass her.” 

Maybe it’s the cocktail or the romantic atmosphere or gaining the undivided attention of the two sexy pros sitting across from you, but something inside of you flares up, filling you with confidence. “It’s actually both of you,” you shyly confess. 

The two look at you, stunned. “I’ll admit, I was more of a Dynamight fan until I saw you two with those kids at that charity event for the children’s hospital. I love men who are good with kids.” You flash them a bashful yet endearing smile that makes them throb and ache down below. 

“Ah, I remember that event,” Deku says, reminiscing. “That was a year ago for Christmas.” He suddenly leans in, a secretive smile on his face. “Don’t tell him this, but you definitely wouldn’t be a fan of Dynamight after learning he’s horrible with children.” 

He and Shoto proceed to tell you about when he was forced to dress as an elf for the charity event and he fussed at every kid who instead told him what they wanted for Christmas and tugged on his fake elf ears. “We had to stop him from blowing up the Christmas tree,” Shoto says, watching with adoration as you laugh into your appetizer. 

The waitress finally returns to take your main course orders and refills your water. When she leaves, Deku and Shoto once again give you their attention. “So tell us more about you, Y/N,” Deku says, and your heart somersaults at hearing your name on his lips. 

Despite their laser beam-like gazes in the candlelight and the vodka making you feel slightly unbalanced, you do as they say. 

You talk about anything and everything, starting with your job. You tell them what you studied in school and what you do now for work. Shoto looks impressed while Deku damn near chokes on his appetizer when you tell him ”An assistant at NASA?” He gasps. “That’s amazing! So if we ever fight an alien from a distant planet or something, can we call on you to fix us up with a rocket?” 

It’s a bad joke and you laugh, finding his boyish nature oh-so cute. Shoto rolls his eyes, popping an oyster into his mouth. “Again with the alien talk,” he huffs. You look away to your cocktail, stifling a smile. “You too?” Shoto asks while Deku laughs. “You really believe in those little green men?” 

You smirk at him, pointing at him with your fork. “This is coming from a guy who shoots ice and fire from his hands,” you retort. Shoto is shocked (and turned on) by your wittiness, as is Deku. They like a girl who is playful like that. “Touché,” he replies. 

Once your dinner finally arrives at the table, the convo shifts to food and drinks. Deku is fond of spicy miso ramen and mocktails while Shoto prefers black coffee and soba. You tell them your favorites and non-favorites, resulting in somewhat talking about bubble tea and how you’ve never tried it before. 

Deku looks like you just admitted to murder, pausing mid-bite with his grilled halibut. ”You’ve never tried bubble tea before?” He gasps. “Oh, you’re missing out. It’s literally one of the best creations in the world!” 

Shoto shakes his head, biting into his plank steak. “He’s exaggerating, but it is quite good.” You take a sip of your cocktail, feeling the effects of the vodka taking over. Everything is bubbly and warm, and a rush of newfound confidence courses your veins. 

“Guess you two will have to teach me then.” You don’t mean for it to sound so suggestive, but then again, you don’t care either. Because the two men are immediately caught on your hook, their gazes intense and warm. 

The flirting doesn’t stop there. Throughout dinner, they are more than happy to show you that they are very romantically interested in their beautiful date—you. Deku is more lowkey and bashful, complimenting the shade of your dress and your earrings, while Shoto flat-out tells you how attractive he thinks you are. 

It takes its toll on you—all of this undivided attention—and you find yourself sweating from it. You’re not used to such genuine flirting and compliments. You don’t know if going home with them is on the table, but if they ask, you won’t say no. That you know much. 

You know deep down that sex on the first date isn’t exactly socially acceptable or appropriate in some cases, but you can’t bring yourself to care about that. However, there is a part of you that is saying “no, don’t”. The voice of reason. The romantic part of you that wants to get to know the two pros and see where things take you. 

Other than flirting, you talk about other things: favorite heroes, their time at UA, favorite missions, vacation spots, etc. They also talk about Warner Bros apparently wanting to make a movie about Deku. “I heard they’re thinking about casting Tom Holland,” he sighs. “He looks nothing like me! But he is a good Spider-Man and is apparently Hollywood’s heartthrob.” 

You giggle, chomping down on your shrimp salad. “He’s cute or whatever, but I prefer my men much bigger and taller, like Jason Momoa.” You practically salivate at the mental image of him. 

Shoto and Deku share a look, smirking at each other. “Is he your type of man?” Shoto asks, a playful glint in his eye. 

The two look at you, quietly eager to know your answer. Your smile fades when you realize you just walked into a trap. But there’s no turning back now…might as well go all in. “Kinda,” you answer, unaware of how airy your voice sounds. “But I do like my men with long hair and pretty eyes.” 

Your eyes trail over Deku’s ever-green eyes that you could stare into forever and Shoto’s long hair you want to trail your fingers through. You want to make it known that you like them. You want them to see the fantasies running wild in your head of you together in bed, in the dark, both of them pressed against you, kissing and touching, all passion and energy transferring from one body to the other. 

Suddenly, you feel shy again and wither slightly. “Sorry,” you giggle. “It’s the vodka talking.” Shoto fixes you with a look that damn near peels you out of your dress. “Let it talk,” he softly demands. “We really like talking to you, Y/N.” 

Deku nods, a slight blush coating his cheeks. “You know, we couldn’t believe we were on a date with someone as gorgeous as you?” He sheepishly asks. “Not that Kaachan and Kiri would fix us up with someone we weren’t attracted to, but seeing you for the first time…” He pauses, blowing air out of his cheeks as if he’s winded. “It was a trip.” 

You flush from his words and genuine tone, knowing that he’s serious. They really think you’re that beautiful? “So would you say I’m your type of girl?” You boldly ask, running your hands lightly over your pudgy sides and down your jiggly thighs under the table.

In Shoto’s eyes, you see nothing but a passion so bold and open that it makes you melt. “I don’t think that even needs to be questioned, doll. You have a beautiful personality. Your looks just add to our attraction for you.” The pet name rolling off of his lips has you ready to get the check and go home with them. 

“Don’t mind his bluntness, but he’s right,” Deku adds. “Anyone would be stupid to have fumbled someone like you.” You see the same genuine passion and enthusiasm in his eyes too. There isn’t a stitch or slip of the truth in their faces. They are dead serious. 

You sit up a little straighter, tightening your hands clasped together in your lap. “Thank you,” you shyly say. “And for the record, any girl would be lucky to have two partners like you two on her arm.” 

They look as if they want you to be that “girl” whose arms they are on. 

The rest of the dinner goes by in a flash. Time really does fly when you’re having fun. You finish your food and they demand you put your credit card away, instead paying for your meal. They then walk you outside and sit on a bench near the restaurant window as you order your Lyft. 

They did offer to drive you home, but you politely declined. Despite your immense attraction to them, they are still strangers…at least right now, they are, but you hope that changes soon. 

While Shoto takes your right, Deku sits down on your left, putting you smack dab in the middle. “We’ll wait here till your Lyft comes. We don’t mind at all! It means more time with you.” You bashfully smile under the moonlight and stars in the clear night sky. The cocktail is starting to fade a bit, so you feel rationality start to sink in. 

A comfortable silence descends upon you three, only filled by the idle chatter of passersby and cars. When you check your phone, your driver is announced to be arriving in five minutes. “I really enjoyed tonight,” you say before clearing your throat. “I think this is one of the best dates I’ve had in a long time.” 

Deku smiles, looking overjoyed to hear this. “We’re happy to hear that. We had a great time with you too.” His fingers, placed on the bench, slightly brush yours. Electricity explodes in your veins at his soft touch. 

Shoto hums in agreement, nodding. ”Hopefully, you’d be up for some more great times with us.” You blink at him, realizing what he means. He wants another date. Deku does too judging from the way his fingers inch closer to yours. 

Taking things one step further, you move your hand closer to his until your hand is on top of his. You hear him physically exhale as if his self-control is jumping out the window. 

“Well, yes,” you answer Shoto, “but you’d need my number for that.” Your tone is soft and flirty, your lashes framing your eyes as you stare up into Shoto’s handsome face. 

Catching on, he playfully smirks down at you. “Then I guess we have a dilemma,” he says, his voice silky and smooth. “So how do we solve that?” You button your lip, mostly because you’re afraid of saying something stupid and ruining the magic of this moment. 

“I guess we’ll just have to compromise, won’t we, Midoriya?” He sighs, acting defeated. Deku catches on to the game and plays the role too, stroking your knuckles with his thumb. “I guess so. After all, we still need to get you to try mochi.” 

You’ve never smiled so wide in your life. By the time the two finish putting their contacts in your phone, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Your heart is thundering and you feel like you can fly, high on the fact that these two heartthrobs want you. 

Your Lyft finally arrives in a white SVU and rolls up to the curb. “There’s my ride,” you breathlessly announce, standing with the two. The window rolls down to show your female driver. “Y/N?” The driver calls. You nod, waving at her. 

Deku and Shoto walk over with you to the car, protective and chivalrous. “Here, I’ll get the door for you,” Deku says, opening the back door for you. You thank him, but before you can slip into the seat, you suddenly feel his and Shoto’s pairs of soft lips on either side of your face. Your brain short circuits and the entire world disappears. 

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N,” Shoto whispers into your ear. 

“We hope to see you again,” Deku adds, his voice just as soft and intoxicating.

’You will,’ you think. You want to see them again more than anything. Already, you’re grieving the loss of such a perfect night, desperate for the chance to have one again with them. 

They then step back and allow you to crawl in, no doubt staring at your ass as you do. But then you stop and look back at them, willing to show some of your cards to end the night. “You know, for the record,” you begin, “you two are my type of men. And I’d really like to see you again too.” 

Suddenly, the air between you shifts. You can feel it in the way Deku and Shoto stare at you like they want so much to get in the car and go home with you. 

But they don’t. Instead, they leave you with something that will suffice you for days to come. Shoto leans in first, his hand on the top of the car as he peers into the backseat and presses his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. It’s enough to send those butterflies flapping haphazardly in your stomach as his thumb softly caresses your cheek. 

But as soon as it happens, it’s over. Then it’s Deku’s turn. He also leans down to kiss you, the taste of wine and mint gum heavy on his tongue as it lightly touches yours. You stamp back a moan, your toes curling in your shoes at the soft, intoxicating kiss. 

Their kisses are the best ones you’ve ever had. 

Finally, Deku pulls away and peers at you, his eyes holding a promise of what’s to come next if you venture down this road with them. “We’d like that,” he pants. “Call us when you get home, okay?” 

Closing your parted mouth to avoid looking insane, you nod and try to recover. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. “I will.” Deku smiles as Shoto reaches in to kiss your hand. “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

You say goodnight and Deku closes the door, allowing the driver to finally drive off in the direction of your home. You watch the two standing on the curb watching you go, your heart still hammering away and your skin alive with flames. You lightly touch your lips, still feeling theirs on them. 

The first thing you do is put in your AirPods and call your friend, a stupid smile stretching across your face. She picks up on the second ring. “You’re alive!” She giddily says. “So what happened? Did you guys kiss? I got your Lyft notification, so I’m guessing you didn’t go home with them.” 

“No,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “And yes, we did kiss. And I got their numbers.” 

Your friend nearly blows out both of your eardrums as she squeals into your ears. “Ooooh, the boys are gonna be so happy!” She squeals. “So tell me everything! How was the date?” 

With your smile growing wider, you add your two contacts to a group chat to thank them for the date tonight with emojis that you added to their names yourself: 

Deku 🥦💚, Shoto ❄️🔥❤️

Thank you for tonight!

“It was everything,” you dreamily sigh. 

THE END.

Thee girl's guide to self care...

Have a great self care Sunday!😘

gojo helping you on your period💕🥹

he’d say things like:

“are you sure you’re okay baby?”

“no no, I got it.. Lay down okay?”

“I’ll get you some ibuprofen.. I don’t want you moving.”

today was just not your day.. Your period just started that day and it was horrible beyond belief. You couldn’t do much but lie down and wallow away in bed all day.. You felt useless and utterly exhausted.

That’s when you heard the front door open and shut, then you saw Gojo’s towering frame come into view. He had bags in his hands, because he insisted on getting you a bunch of pills and your usual period cravings.

Something was off though.. The bags looked hella heavy.. almost like he went overboard like always again..

“gojo.. why the hell it look like you bought the whole store??”

he looked at the bags, then at you, then back at the bags again and said

“you knowww how it is baby, when i go to the store they have all these dealllss and all this other stuff you know mee..”

you wanted to chew him out you really did, but it was something about him being so caring about your well being that you couldn’t bring yourself to nag him.

he sits all the stuff on the bed, and crawls in bed next to you.

before you knew it he was laying on you kissing your tummy.

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐄 𝐄𝐆𝐎

♱ 𝒃𝒇!𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Toji has a big ego. Standing at 6’2 with bulging muscles and a devilish grin, he commands respect and intimidation everywhere he goes with his imposing frame. He has the type of charisma that women can’t resist, including you. You’re proud of your man, but he’s insufferable sometimes.

Still, you can’t help but love his big ego because he can back it up.

“You squeezin me so good, baby” Toji groans, hips bucking forward leaning back on his heels, looking down at you who’s laying on your back with your legs folded on your chest, glistening pussy in full display for your boyfriend. His veiny dick abusing your poor hole.

“fuck! can’t-Toji…” Your glossy lips tremble, eyes watery as you watch him stretch you out like crazy “stoo big..” you cry, reaching your hand down to try and slow him down a little. The man grins, his scar even more noticeable, removing your hand, interlocking your fingers with his, bringing the back of your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss.

“Hmm,I know you can take it” his voice is sweet but his thrusts are so violent and merciless, your dripping pussy is so loud, squelching every time he plunges himself inside, ruining your insides like he hates you “that’s why I chose you, sweetie” he leans forward, his thick tatted hand wrapping around your neck, tightening gently, black hair caressing your forehead and green eyes staring into your soul. He kisses you sloppily, smirking against your lips as you desperately moan in his mouth.

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song based again

"I can fix him" Bitch you can barely fix yourself, sit down.

like.

coming home, simon would be nothing but tired and needy. sick of the creaky ‘n crappy mattresses on base, he’s desperate for the soft bed he shares with you.

its half two in the morning and of course you’d be asleep. wouldnt have it another way. y’need your sleep, he needs you and sleep. win win, he thinks.

his belt and trousers fall to the floor a wee bit louder than he’d like however. you stir and simon pulls off his shirt before pulling up the duvet to slide in. “shh,” his lips press against your neck, chapped skin against yours, softer than he could ever be. “jus’ me, lovey.” his body presses against you from behind, his arms around you, keeping you in. safe, warm. just how you should be.

Simon Riley fucking you like this, Simon Riley fucking you like that… okay, buy what about Simon Riley making love to you.

He can be a kind person sometimes. Just imagine it. Missionary position and soft thrusts and him moaning in a low tone. He would say that you’re so perfect and gorgeous, how long has he waited to have you like this…

He is a normal human being, he would like to experience pleasure like all of us. Some days it can be gentle and sweet and some other days he would fuck like it’s his last day on earth.

Just some intrusive thoughts I had, I dislike almost all of the hard porn about ghost in here.

Starcross Lovers.ᝰ.ᐟ

Edward would be the most likely to fall in love with someone that was isekai-ed into the Twilight world.

Like no really- his soulmate being a human of course, just from another reality.

He still meets Bella and is drawn towards her but for some reason your there.

He's never noticed you before and it's pretty apparent you didn't go to this school before today, but for some nagging reason your out of place and he can't place his finger on it and no one seems to notice (excluding his siblings.)

It's not anything you're wearing or even anything you're doing, it's just you.

The way you speak, your personality, your over all oddness, That has him studying you worst then Bella...

Speaking of Bella she's more of a buzzing to the allure and mystery that is you.

so he tries to get to know you and befriend you , but of course your not having any of his shit, so you keep him at arms length.

Which only makes him do more investigating, only to find out that you basically just appeared out of nowhere.

You don't make it easy for any of the cullens to find out your whereabouts or anything to even really know about you, your basically a ghost in their world and it's Wreaking his nerves.

But at the same time he's strangely intrigued...

And the Cullens worries that he's becoming obsessed with you but it's completely harmless if not a little hilarious , his obsession with you never becomes like his and Bella's relationship because your not docile nor easily persuaded.

So Alice, Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper get to see Edward humiliate himself in front of mature, modern Reader.

Also their so much more accepting to the situation because you cause him to be more of an adult teenage... Yeah in a weird way you make him oddly human in a normal way.. 🤷🏿

So unfortunately you become the Main character purely based off Edward's curiosity .

-𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ~

Dirty D0X