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[4zayne]

𝜗ৎ SEI ! sheher，nineteen，hispanic.

zayne's sweetheart，miguel's cariño，nanami's ángel， ꒰ 🍰 ୭ ࣪ enjin's muñequita，&& wriothesley's beloved.

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𝜗ৎ husband!toji ‘comforting’ both his wife and son during a thunderstorm. mlist.

the storm hits hard just after dinner. the wind rattles the windows like it’s got a personal grudge. lightning forks across the sky, bright enough to bleach the living-room white for half a second. the thunder that follows is so low and mean it vibrates in your ribs.

you’re on the couch, knees drawn up, when megumi barrels in from the hallway and dives into your lap without a word. he’s already four, but tonight he feels younger. especially with his scrunched up face buried against your neck and those tiny hands fisted in your shirt.

another flash—another boom. you both flinch.

the couch dips as toji drops down beside you, long legs stretched out and one arm slung along the backrest behind your shoulders like this is just any other night. he’s still wearing the black tank top he trains in, scar tugging at the corner of his mouth when he smirks.

“you two are pathetic,” he sighs lazily.

you glare at him over megumi’s dark hair, “that’s all you have to say? can’t even comfort us properly.”

toji chuckles lowly before tugging you closer until you’re tucked under his arm, megumi squished warm and safe between your bodies. the next crack of thunder makes you both tense again.

megumi’s breath hitches and he instinctively curls into your chest, trembling a bit. the poor boy is scared shitless.

“y’know thunder can’t even get past the roof, right?” toji says as if he’s stating some breaking news. his thumb rubs slow circles on your shoulder, “i read that somewhere in one of ‘em scientific articles.”

you arch a brow, muffling a breathy chuckle at that poor attempt of comforting you, “hah, you’ve never read anything longer than a betting slip in your life.”

“oi. i read—sometimes,” your husband rolls his eyes and tips his head back, pretending to think, “like that one article that said if ya count to thirty under a blanket, the thunder will go away on its own.”

lightning flashes white through the curtains. the following crack is so loud the windows rattle. megumi squeaks in response once more.

the little boy peeks out from your chest, suspicious. he seems to consider it before his nose scrunches up, “that’s stupid, papa.”

toji shrugs as he looks down at the terrified child. “try it before you judge, kid,” he hums.

megumi hesitates, then yanks the throw blanket from the back of the couch and pulls it over both your heads. it smells like laundry soap and toji’s cologne.

you two count together in muffled whispers. one, two, three—until the next flash leaks pale light through the weave of the blanket.

twenty-seven, twenty-eight… you get to twenty-nine when the blanket suddenly rips away. toji’s face appears upside-down, strands of black hair hanging, green eyes glinting menacingly.

“boo!”

megumi shrieks and you yelp loudly, heart slamming against your ribs. you smack toji’s shoulder hard enough to make him laugh. that low, raspy cackle that means he’s proud of himself.

“toji! stop it, you’re making it worse!” you swat his chest again, but there’s no actual heat in it.

megumi’s face is scrunched in betrayal as he kicks his legs at his father’s side in revenge, “ughhh! papa’s the worst-est!”

“yeah, yeah. love you too, brat,” toji huffs and ruffles megumi’s hair until it sticks up like a baby bird’s. his arm tightens around you both, pulling you in until there’s no space left between you.

another low rumble rolls outside, softer this time. the lamp flickers once more, but this time nobody jumps.

megumi’s voice is sleepy now as he’s squished between you. the child has slowly calmed down due to the comforting proximity of his parents.

his eyes droop, but he doesn’t fall into slumber just yet, not without mumbling one last retort, “…still the worst-est, papa.”

toji snorts and presses a messy and hasty kiss to the top of his head, “keep tellin’ yourself that, kid.”

the rain keeps falling, but under the blanket with toji cradling you both close, you’re safe.

[kyamiia]

i found another pretty boy yall

[4zayne]

e e n en enj hmmghhh enjin...

[aransmind]

this duo >>>

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ my sweet escape with you ]❜

ft. doppio dropscythe x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ doppio calls you while away on retreat because he misses you┊1.3k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub doppi┊established relationship, phone sex, masturbation, pillow humping

➤ author's note: i hate hate hate this so much like how did it take me so long to finish this when the final product is barely over a thousand words oh my godddd how do people get like 10k word counts teach me your ways

his call found you fresh out of the shower with a towel thrown around your neck to catch the water dripping from your hair, intending to finish the night with a movie after a long day, not knowing where answering him was going to take you. “doppi? i thought ver was going to confiscate everyone’s phone for the night and that you wouldn’t be able to call,” you asked, laying lazily on your stomach before reaching over the remote to flip on the television to play in the background. 

your boyfriend was sent off with his student council friends to chaperone an overnight trip for a club of underclassmen, which wasn’t something he wanted to spend his time doing when he could be spending it with you instead (he was whining like he was would be gone for an entire week rather than just the weekend), but it’s part of his responsibilities as the enforcer to be keeping an eye out for rule-breakers who might be sneaking in alcohol or something of the sort. although, you weren’t quite sure how effective he is at his job when he was contacting you right now during a retreat that was supposed to be free of electronics. 

“heh, i gave him one of my old phones that doesn’t work anymore— he didn’t check or search me, so i’m pretty proud to say i got away with it, as expected!”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes with a chuckle, able to hear the pride in his voice and could easily picture his iconic winning smirk on his face from outsmarting the beloved student council president. “that’s so typical of you… so, what did you do today? anything interesting enough to tell?”

“well, you know, regular camping stuff… we went hiking and fishing and stuff…”

“did you catch anything?”

“a little minnow, but we released it.”

he didn’t sound too interested in talking about his day, which made you quirk an eyebrow in confusion before you smiled, “you didn’t call me to give me an update, did you?”

there was silence for a moment, “no… i just really missed you… like, really missed you…”

“aww, really? i miss you too,” you sighed, stretching out an arm onto the side of the bed where he usually lay, cold without the weight of his body, whose temperature always ran hotter than yours, on top of it. there was an edge of desire in his voice, one that you were more than happy to match, “the bed is so empty without you next to me…”

you could hear his voice hitch, breathing steadily becoming louder and more uneven, “i wish i was with you right now…”

“doppi, did you call me because you let your imagination run too wild and now need my help?” you asked sweetly with an almost sinister smirk on your face. he’s too easy to read, even over the phone. 

“‘m sorry…” he muttered, “i just miss you so much…”

“yeah, we already established that,” you giggled, feeling a sudden rush of heat to your core at the thought of your boyfriend alone in his cabin on top of a bunk while the other boys were off doing whatever, wrapped up in thin blankets as he vigorously fists his spit-slicked cock to the thought of you. 

“i-i thought i would’ve been okay without you for one night, but…” he made a slight hissing sound, sucking in air through his teeth.

“you’re so needy… do you wanna hear what i’m wearing right now?” you waited for him to hum in agreement before continuing, “i’m wearing one of your shirts right now, the hideously bright green one the school handed out back in march.”

“thought you hated that shirt.”

“i do, but you wore it right before you left, so it smells like you,” you admitted, grabbing onto the pillow he would usually rest his head on, and pulling it close to you. the smell of his natural musk and his spiced shampoo were starting to fill your senses, making you start to feel dizzy with want. “now i’m really starting to miss you…”

as if your newfound desire was possessing your entire body, you found yourself moving to straddle the pillow, your thighs brushing against the plush material as you gave an experimental roll of your hips. you haven’t done this in a long time, nor has it ever really crossed your mind until now. there was never any reason to when doppio was always at arm’s length, all you had to do was pull him by the sleeves and run upstairs with him, but now, you had to make-do with what you had.

it took you a moment to find the right pace, going along with the rhythm of his breathing coming from your phone which was now tossed to the side with the speaker turned on because the device kept slipping from your shoulder. on the other side, he was doing something similar, biting into his pillow with his hand shoved into his pants. the others were at the bonfire, telling ghost stories and toasting marshmallows for s’mores, and thankfully, they aren’t going to be back at the cabin for another forty-five minutes at least. he wasn’t as spoiled as you were, surrounded by his belongings and able to use them to help get you off— all he had with his imagination. you didn’t tell him what you were doing, but you didn’t need to, not when he could hear the soft moans and sighs slipping from your lips.

your underwear was nearly completely soaked through at this rate with the sticky mess of arousal building up and making you wetter than a slip ‘n slide.  it was the only thing preventing you from dripping onto the pillow itself, but at this rate, you weren’t sure if it was entirely preventable when you were grinding on it the way that you were.

all you could hear was the sound of your boyfriend’s low groans, the television now seeming so far away when you’re wrapped up in your own little world, thighs trembling and eyes closed in complete focus of reaching your orgasm. it’s coming to you a surprisingly lot faster than you originally anticipated, but perhaps it’s because you have now developed more consistent movements that had your clit rubbing against the fabric at a perfect angle and sending jolts of electricity up your spine.

“fuck, doppi…” you whined, as if he was really there with you. he wishes he was there with you, there isn’t anything more he wants in the moment. he wants to be there, watching you with lustful eyes, helping you grind on his abs that had more structure than that floppy pillow you were using, or thrusting his cock into your weeping cunt so that you would cry out his name louder than ever.

his mind went blank as his peak washed over him at the thought, his hips jerking into his hand once more before finishing with a cloudy white covering his hand once he pulled it from his pants. his breathing was heavy, chest heaving as he grabbed a bunch of tissues to clean himself off. 

you followed mere seconds after him, your own hand covering your mouth to stop yourself from making so much noise. you practically collapsed on the spot, your legs feeling like jelly, and fell over to lie on the bed after the sudden exertion of energy, skin shiny with sweat that made you shiver when the air conditioner kicked on. 

there was a moment of silence before you sighed, “now i have to take another shower, i feel so gross and slimy right now…”

“i bet you still look beautiful though.”

“only you would think that.”

[hinamie]

harus

[tayatimiko]

Nerdjo and his gf and he’d be a simp

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[4zayne]

GOJO MOVE OUT THE WAY

[jumpropequeennn]

applesnow?

[slapmeshigaraki-deactivated2025]

♡ thinking about meanie!rafayel who gets off on seeing you as messy as possible

“Why are you crying, angel? I thought you said you could take it?” Rafayel was mean—laughing in your face as tears streamed down your cheeks. He wasn't above licking them off of your skin, a sinister grin pulling at his lips while reveled in the salty taste. His hips relentlessly snapped up into yours, soft hands wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest into his, your puffy nipples rubbing against him as you squirmed.

“Rafayel—fuck—please slow down. Please…”

“Aw, please baby? Earlier you had so much attitude. Now it’s please and thank you, huh? Does it just take having your holes filled to make you think straight? What a slutty girl my angel is.” He watched as your tongue hung out of your mouth, syrupy drool dripping onto your chest, the wetness pooling between the two of you, your skin sticky with one another. He thought you were so fucking sweet like this--peaked nipples bounding against him, begging to be sucked, hair glued to your forehead with sweat, sweet little moans slipping from between your lips. You were a true work of art.

“I feel you tightening up around me, you gonna cum again already? Cumming while you drool all over me—how fucking nasty.” His tongue licked and sucked every inch of your neck, focusing right beneath your ear so you could hear every ragged breath that fell from between his lips as he slowed his pace. It was painfully slow, the sudden change in rhythm making you whine as he somehow managed to get even deeper now, forcing his entire length between your walls, his thick tip grinding itself onto your cervix while you clamped down around him.

“Too much— you’re so deep oh my god.” He couldn’t help but smile into the crook of your neck at the sound of your pretty cries.

“Such pretty noises you’re making. Can you feel my cock kissing your insides, cutie? Huh? You’re taking me so well, little pussy was made for me.” The filthy words only made you even wetter, the slick soaking Rafayel’s lap. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes met yours again—he had to kiss you, to taste your tongue. It was sloppy as you drooled into each other’s mouths, his slender fingers gripping your cheeks, forcing your lips to his.

“Shit—you’re clenching around me like you want me to cum inside of you. Is that it, angel? You wanna have my babies in this hungry little pussy, hm?” he said, voice sticky and sweet as his fingers found their way to your mouth and between your lips, greedily scooping up your spit and dragging it down your body. His digits landed right where your hips met, toying with your aching clit. Your back arched as his tongue made small circles around your nipples, teeth grazing them one by one as he fucked up into you.

“Yes yes yes want your babies please please I want your cum.”

"Yeah? You gonna let me cum inside of you, sweet girl? Fuck—this pussy is milking my cock so good." You shook against him, pretty voice begging in his ear...such filthy words from his angel. His fingers buried themselves into your hair, forcing you closer to him, your sticky foreheads pressed together, eyes locked on on another's.

“Aw I know, I know. My sweet girl, so fucking messy for me, huh? You gonna clean me up with that pretty mouth when you’re done using me? It’s the least you could do.” Praises fell from your lips as he finally pushed you over the edge, the combination of sensations making you buck and wiggle against him as he held you close.

“Aw gooood job, cumming so hard for me. Look so pretty like this—you made such a big mess of me." He said, voice soft against your ear as you shook in his arms, little cries falling from your mouth as he finally emptied himself in your tight little hole. His warm cum dripped down between your bodies, sticking you to him like glue as he peppered small kisses on your flesh.

"Open up for me," he whispered, his gaze soft, fingers cupping your face to squeeze your cheeks together. He could feel himself grow hard inside of you again almost immediately as he watched your lips part for him. He tilted your head back, drooling into your mouth, the wetness slipping back out onto your tits until they were glistening.

"Good girl, my sweet angel. Now swallow it." So you did.

"What do we say when someone gives us a gift?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re so welcome, baby.”

♡ a/n: uhhh bored so slight edit + repost,, something quick to look at until i finish the rafayel mermaid heat fic that i was really supposed to be writing. short and sweet xx

[4zayne]

made a twitter acc to post my fics onto!! go follow me @/4zaynie 😝

[4zayne]

imagine coming home after a long and stressful day of getting rid of wanderers while a focused zayne was in his office sitting at his desk as he typed away on his computer. you rub your eyes tiredly, walking quietly into his office, zayne lifting up his gaze from the computer screen as he saw you walk in, plopping yourself onto his lap and wrapping your arms and legs around him. he smiled softly, his typing coming to a halt to secure his arms around your waist.

"rough day, hm?" you hum into his neck, finding that warmth and comfort you needed after the day you had. he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, tracing patterns on your back with his fingers. "you're home now, my love. i got you." you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling safe in his bear-like embrace. he always had this effect on you, always able to calm you down when you've had a tough day, or when you come home in a bad mood; he knows how to make you feel better no matter what it is. maybe it's the perks of being a doctor, or perhaps it's just because he cares about you. or maybe both. "i missed you.." you softly spoke, tucking your face into his neck as you held him tighter, not wanting to let go.

he stroked your hair gently, turning his head so his lips were directly against your ear, his breath tickling against your skin. "i missed you too." you could feel him smile against your ear, lifting your head up to meet his hazel eyes. you were so lucky, lucky to have this man as your boyfriend, personal physician, and someday — your husband. and he was the luckiest man in the world to have you in his life not only as his girlfriend, but soon as his wife. he couldn't imagine a life without you in it, despite the many lifetimes that he knew showed opposite results.

he knew he always had to be there for you, no matter what happens, he was going to take care of you, reassure you and keep you safe. he wasn't going to let anything happen to you. he scooted you closer on his lap, locking you in place with his arms as he leaned in and captured your lips in a slow, gentle yet deep kiss, in which you obviously returned. zayne's palm cupped your cheek, you leaning into his caring touch without hesitation. you two were inseparable. in this lifetime, he wasn't going to let you go, the warmth that he's yearned for.

"i love you." he spoke, his words firm and true. a smile spreads wide across your face, pressing a quick kiss to his soft lips as your hands held his face. "i love you too, zayne."

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[4zayne]

𐙚 — yes, you're my lover.

⟢ summary: headcanons of sylus being the green flag bf he is

꒰ pairing ꒱ : sylus (love and deepspace) x fem!reader

꒰ word count ꒱ : 304 (very short srry..)

author's note 𑁤 : first sylus post.. more coming soon!

sylus always holds the door open for you, whether it be when you're in the passanger seat of his car or whenever you two go out together: shopping, out to eat, etc. he will not let you open the door, he'll literally flick you and make you walk back out just so he can open the door for you.

sylus you're his passenger princess in his car and on his motorcycle. he'll let you decorate your own or his helmet with stickers, decals, whatever it may be. he quite literally lets you get away with almost anything.

sylus follows the sidewalk rule. he'll always walk on the sidewalk closest to the road for safety reasons and if you do happen to be on that side, he'll instantly switch sides with you.

sylus always holds your hand or holds pinkies with you when your out in public. he loves having your hand in his and showing people that you're his. he needs to be touching you at all times, he hates being even a centimeter apart from you.

sylus loves cooking for you, always loving your reaction when he serves you your favorite dish. but he'll let you help him if you ask him enough times with those pleading eyes of yours. most of the time you guys will make dinner together and even bake with each other. he mostly does it because of you and how happy you get, so he gives in to how cute you are and will bake cupcakes, brownies, etc. with you.

sylus is always one to pick up your phone calls no matter where he is or what he's doing. he can be in the middle of a meeting, doing business, fighting for his life; he will NEVER miss your calls. ever. it'd literally be a crime to him.

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[4zayne]

thank u guys for 2k notes!

[yukithestar]

giddiness rushes over you as you watch sylus sitting on the couch with a book on one hand. you bite back your giggles as you skitter to your rightful place, his lap, batting his hand away to make a bigger opening for you to slip through within the cages of his arms.

“hi,” you whisper, staring at the amusement in his eyes, the quirk of his eyebrow after you get comfortable. his gaze is always intense; it makes you a bit shy but you’re determined.

“comfortable?” he puts his book down and steadies you with his hands, his warmth palpable. 

as an answer, you place a kiss on his forehead, pulling back to giggle at the little surprised sound escaping his lips. before he can say anything, you kiss the little part of his skin at the corner of his eye that crinkles when he smiles and then another kiss to his cheek.

his arms tighten around you as he hums, searching for your eyes. “what’s that for, kitten?”

a rush of fondness threatens to undo you. you meet his gaze, feel your heart stutter at the vulnerability in them. you cup the cheek you just kissed, leaning in until your noses brush, sharing a breath. you kiss him on the lips, gently and softly, taking your time savoring him.

never in a million years you’d think you would willingly do this to anyone but he makes you so soft. you hardly believe it’s you somehow. 

you lie your head on his shoulder in contentment, stealing a quick kiss in the underside of his jaw. “i just wanted to.” 

you hear him hum above you, bringing you closer. tonight, he doesn’t tease you, choosing instead to drop a kiss to the top of your head. in the silence of the moment, you feel your cheeks heat up once you realize what you’ve done.

“now, read to me,” you demand, hiding your face on his chest, which rumbles with a chuckle.

“so demanding, kitten,” he says with no bite, picking up the book as he reads you to sleep. 

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end notes:

my flex is i wrote this before touring in love ch 5 drops and i was v proud to have my hc of demanding sylus to read as canon. v validating. sorry i just want to love on him ok and i need to stop thinking abt him but it's him. look at him.

[4zayne]

WHY ISNT HE REAL THIS IS SO EVIL

[4zayne]

it's lowk kinda annoying when ppl give fictional characters an unrealistic dick size. like wym gojo is 11 inches. NO HE IS NAWT. the average woman can take 4-6 inches. but 11??? have fun at the ER!

and i'm not hating on anyone or anything, this purely just my thoughts on it