old war veterans used to marry young women from poor situations solely so their money went to someone who needed it when they died and frankly. that'd Levi coded to be
Outsiders judge, of course. A young thing, half his age, stomach round with child, coming in and out of the old hermits home. you have a ring in your finger. he wears nothing.
he asks nothing of you, not companionship, not help. he offers you a home, a future for your child that he always wished someone would have gifted his own mother.
most days he doesn't even speak to you, withdrawing into his own room. Hiding from his own wife.
Levi starts at the question, staring for a long time before slumping back in his chair. You're sitting at the other end of the table, nibbling into the biscuits you had made earlier. They're dry, with too much sugar, but Levi still dips into into his tea, just to be nice.
"Why are you asking me?" he says, coolly. "I'm not the father."
You don't respond at first, watching your own hands in silent consideration. The doctor says it's only a couple of weeks now, just in time for the first snow. Pregnancy does not rest well on you; you don't glow or float about the room the way his friends' wives had. You're tired, worn down just by living.
"You could be," you say. "If you want."
The tea is gone before he speaks again, only the waterlogged crumbs of your cooking left at the bottom of his cup.
"Kuchel," Levi says. "If it's a girl."
You hum with approval. "Kuchel. Such a sweet name."
Spring blossoms and the babe finally starts to sleep through the night. When you hold him tight and bounce, he's begun to giggle- this unbalanced sound that screws a smile out of Levi.
"Are you hungry, baby?" you coo. "Is it time to eat?"
"He's getting fat."
You glance at your husband and give his a bemused expression. "He's supposed to be."
"I know."
"Our boy is big and strong." Your tone shifts to melody- a song for your boy. You love him so much that it blushes your cheeks and lifts your voice and-
Levi looks back towards the window.
"Levi, can you hold him while I heat up some milk?"
He does. The baby is nestled into the crook of his good arm, awake and content. He gurgles a bit when Levi holds him tighter. When he knows you're out of ear shot, the man leans in and speaks in low tones.
"Hello, Erwin," he mumbles. "Your mother is right. You're looking strong."
overbearing boss who insists the extra camera by your desk are just for security; insists you keep the computer he bought you when you mention something about it, who watches you lounge on your couch every night with the laptop open, who watches you get dressed while you watch the newest episode on the laptop but god his favourite is when you slide your hand down your abdomen with your favourite porn playing (he doesn’t care there’s no audio, watching your face change is enough)
Reblogging again bc I wanted one neutral and one for THIS
You DARE hide this in the tags????
Me when more thoughts come rushing in.
Twyla post writing this here. I did not expect all this to come out of my brain HEKDHSKXHD.
‼️Be warned‼️-- Fem reader (mentions of pussy, you are called princess once). Katsuki is crazy fr, he's lucky he's hot. Voyeur. Perhaps slight yandere. Masturbation. Implied breaches of privacy.
Katsuki purposely hosts a conference with his whole agency in which he makes it a rule that everyone puts their phones collectively in a place while it goes on for "full focus" and such. Another excuse is to keep company discussions from getting to the press.
Everything is normal. All is fine and dandy. Towards the end of the meeting, Katsuki leaves bc he has another meeting with another pro hero, leaving everyone else to finish up with a presenter for the last few minutes.
On his way out, he snags your phone and pockets it. And another sneaky endeavor? He made sure there were no cameras in the room with the phones. Locked them in there for the security of everyone else's devices but also so he could have first access to yours.
Whence the meeting is over, the doors to that room are opened by another trusted employee with the key. People are grabbing their phones, some getting back to work, some headed home early. Amongst all of it, of course you don't find your phone.
You scrub every surface in that room from ceiling to floor with your eyes as the room gets emptier and emptier. The only thing you really can do at this point is make a report and turn it in, hoping it turns up later this week.
In a few days it does. Dynamight returns it to you himself. Voice gruff as he murmurs.
"Report says you lost this. Janitor turned it in this morning."
He asks you about a few documents you've been working on before making his way back to his office. You inspect your phone and all seems well. Nothing is visibly tampered with. Your backgrounds and settings are all the same. No new or deleted apps. Maybe someone with two phones mistook yours for one of theirs?
You shrug and get back to work.
Around a month later, his eyes are on you again; looking through your webcam from a distance as you lay on your bed with your phone in your hand, legs spread.
He wishes he could hear the slick sounds of your pussy as the vibrator slides across it. Yet the sight enough has him watching with bated breath.
Your eyes are on something on some website tickling your fancy. Your thumb moves to open something else, face drifting from sensual bliss to confusion. Your brows scrunch more and more as you click your vibrator off and sit up, trying to make sense of whatever it was you were looking at. And then your eyes widen.
Amongst your self pleasure, you had decided to go to your hidden folder with a couple videos of yourself doing what you were now. But there was a video there you definitely do not remember recording...
Clicking into it, you find someone touching a body part you don't have.
A large, veiny hand strokes a thick and pretty cock, pre leaking down it and back onto the hand. Lower abdominals twitch and hips move with the rhythm of the hand.
The whole time a low groaning can be heard amongst gasps of pleasure.
You don't believe your eyes! You're shocked, and though you hate to admit it, watching this has your hole clenching around nothing.
You're trying to think what pervert at your agency had the nerve to pull some shit like this?
The only real indicator is the blond tuft of hairs at the base of the dick, sodden with the man's arousal making them appear darker.
You're trying to wrack your brain to figure out WHO-
And then he says your name and your stomach drops. You know that voice. It can't be...
You keep watching on, hoping this is all a dream. But then he continues and confirms it for you.
"You know you're my favorite little worker, right? I've had my eye on you since the day you joined my agency."
All the air leaves you.
Dynamight.
Bakugou-san.
Your boss.
He is talking to you.
You watch as he squeezes himself and starts to stroke a lot slower.
"Be a good girl... And start touching yourself, yeah?"
You pause it. You stare. You take a breath. And reluctantly, you listen to him. You lay back, spread your legs, grab your vibe, and start it again.
Your face is on fire, you feel dizzy, your heart is thumping hard in your chest. And your clit seems more receptive than ever too.
Katsuki, from where he is in his own abode, surmises what it is you've found, and watching the way you bite your lip as you undoubtedly listen to his voice has him pulling his cock out.
When it's all said and done, and you've both cum perhaps the hardest you have in your lives, after a little down time, he calls you.
You feel your heart jump up into your throat at seeing his caller ID, having never put in his contact information yourself... but you answer.
And his words have chills going up your spine, that you admit are nowhere near unpleasant.
had to crop part of it (my titties are out) but AAHHHH thank you thank you thank you to @saecidal for this amazing commission 🥹💕💕 I couldn’t be happier with the result!!!!
hi hi Jo!! seeing you post about Shindo got me curious; what’s a go-to date or outing for you two? do you try to have semi regular date nights, or is there more spontaneity in your dating? 🥰
Ahhh Andy thank you so much for asking!🥺
I feel like we do bowling or arcade dates a lot!! But it always ends up being super impromptu. Like he’ll text me if I wanna go out tonight when he knows we’re scheduled to finish work at the same time and we’ll grab food and play in the city before catching the train home.
But every once in a while he’s specifically organising a day for both of us so I can get dressed up and he takes me out🥺 and he’s so cute he puts like a post-it note on the fridge so neither of us forget. (He also tries to do this for sex too but I hate it!😂😭😭😭)
Ngl tho I love the idea of sticky notes around your home as if he’s sexting you 😭 “can’t wait to fill you up tonight” scrawled across a neon blue post it only for him to find it crumpled up in the trash that evening
Idk about anyone else here but personally...yeah? Thats why I reblogged it? I was extremely aware when that the extremely attractive man crushing fruit with his bulging muscles and getting extremely messy and wet in his slutty tanktop and workout shorts was meant to be sexual. I reblogged it because it was horny.
missionary… when he sits back and pulls your hips up in to his lap as high as they can go… like you gotta start from full clit-to-base contact trust me on this. and then, god help me he spits on your clit before pushing your knees forward and out. eye contact is required other wise he’ll stop!!
god the missionary sessions that end up to be what’s basically hug fucking like… he’s got one arm around your waist and the other snaking up your back and tangled in your hair. his face is buried in your neck as he’s pulling your body in to his, he’s moaning and oh god he might be drooling a little.
equal parts fucking and grinding and your bodies are basically sliding against each other’s at this point because you’ve both worked up a sweat. biting in to his shoulder as the overstimulation sets in after that third orgasm… maybe licking and nibbling his ear to push him over the edge…
knight/lord ships are like. what if i would die for you. what if i wanted you to live for me. what if i wanted to touch you but could only be satisfied with being near you. what if i could touch you but only through the safety of our gloves. what if i couldn’t stop thinking about you right next to me. what if i bloodied my hands for you and never looked back at the wreckage. what then
what if i wasn’t allowed to love you. what if i loved you anyway. what if you knew and i knew but we wouldn’t dare to take that step. what if we made meaningful eye contact as i knelt at your feet and devoted my whole being to you. what if i whispered your name for only you to hear
denki's been whining to you all day that he wants to be inside you. you keep saying no, it's not safe right now and you keep forgetting to take your birth control, you're not risking it. "just the tip, babe." you give in after hearing him whine to you more, it's almost criminal how attractive he sounds. as much as you hate to say it he always gets you going, and he knows it.
you doubt your decision as denki practically tears off your clothes, groping you in the process. he's grabbing hold of one of your thick thighs and digging his palm in, seeing the soft malleable skin pudge in between his fingers. with his other hand, he puts it on you stomach, just resting it there. denki stares down at you hungrily after getting both of you undressed, before harshly pinching your nipples making you moan in surprise. "denki, what the hell. there's no need to be so rough." he chuckles and apologises but you don't think he really means it.
"just the tip, yeah?"
"yeah, yeah." denki promises as he slowly rubs his dick against your clit. "you're so wet babe, can't believe you keep saying no," he says as his pace quickens and he starts leaving kisses up and down your body.
"hey that's not fair, i-" denki cuts you off before you can start explaining and reiterate as he pushes into you, making you gasp. you go slightly light-headed at the feeling, he's touching you in all the right ways, kissing your neck and grazing his fingers over your skin. denki always has this effect on you, and he uses it to his advantage. you're his wonderful girlfriend that he cherishes but sometimes he needs to fuck you to make you see things from his perspective. to make you realise what you really need. he chuckles again as he sees your expression, all argument leaving your body and giving into him.
it feels so good as he's touching your clit but he suddenly pulls away, making you want his hands back on you. you look up at him to try to make eye contact so he gives in and see a glint in his eyes. before you know it he plunges into you completely. he's caging you under his body as he thrusts into you hard but slow, "this is just what i needed babe," he groans as you clench around him in shock. "you're amazing babe, feel so good around me."
still in shock all you can do is whimper and gasp, it feels so good but you know it's unsafe. it's so hard to focus on that with how good denki's making you feel right now. the last bit of resistance you have fades as you wrap your arms around his neck tight, dopely smiling up at him as your moans get louder and louder.
"fuck, i'm gonna fill you up okay." you start nodding, denki grins at you, you're looking so fucked out right now. "gonna get you nice and filled up, yeah? you're gonna look real fucking hot with my cum dripping out of you." you'll practically agree to anything currently, thank god you're dating denki and he'd never exploit that, right?
"cum for me, need to feel you." his words getting more direct and breathier with each sentence. he rubs your clit for a couple seconds and before long you're cumming, in doing so triggering his own, making him empty inside of you. denki collapses to the side of you while you both were attempting to catch your breath.
denki gets up grinning as he leads you to the bathroom. he turns on the shower and he helps you get in with him as your legs are still wobbling. you start showering together as denki starts cracking stupid jokes that never fail to make you laugh. he stops talking as he notices, running down your leg is him cum, immediately making him hard again. you realise what he was looking at, "please not again, i'm too sore." he laughs as he kisses you and promises you that after you've both had a shower you get to choose whatever you're both doing for the rest of the night.
you end up ordering pizza, denki's arms wrapped around your waist as you watch tv. "you okay, babe? i wasn't being too mean today was i?" denki questions leaning down to whisper in your ear, making your neck tickle.
you shake you head. "i'm okay, you are evil though." you say while sticking your tongue out. he smiles at you, looking so in love, it makes you blush. "don't try and 'just the tip' me again or you'll get a whack."
"yes ma'am."
you giggle as you readjust to get comfier in his arms.
All Might attending a hero convention as a guest. Sat at an autograph table that would usually have a queue around the building for him.
But times have changed, and generations have come and gone. A lot of the fans that would once be queuing to meet him are now gone, or busy with bills, families and kids. The younger generations attending the conventions more interested in the new heroes, the ones that sit in the top 10, and are on the new each day saving the world.
No one cares about All Might anymore.
Until he spots you— a pretty thing sheepishly walking towards his signing table. And he reckons you’re lost, thinks you’ve probably meant to approach someone else’s table. Until you lay a photograph of him out flat on the table.
“I’m a huge fan.”
And Toshinori can’t deny the way his cock jumps at the acknowledgement, listening to you rattle on about how much you love to watch his videos, your favourite moments and how amazing you think he is. The compliments send that familiar rush of blood through his veins as he feels his heart pulse roughly against his rib cage.
“Would you like to take a picture together?” And Toshinori is certain he won’t survive when he feels your breasts pressed against his side as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. The intoxicating scent of your perfume invading his senses as he fools himself into thinking for a moment he’d ever have a chance with you.
Until you’re now looking up at him with pouty lips and sultry eyes as you tell him something he never expected to hear, “You know I have the biggest crush on you.”
He'd be K.O'd for about 5 seconds, long enough for you to think you've messed up. Then he's turning the most adorable shade of red and stammering something about being flattered that such a lovely young thing still finds a washed up hero like him attractive. He signs your photo hastily, and then you're ushered out of the way to make room for a middle-aged man and his kids.
It isn't until later that you see a phone number written in tiny script under his flowery signature, along with two simple words:
"Call me?"
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