[chuuniversal]

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[chuuniversal]

happy black history month gimme a dollar 🩷

[z-nth]

[applefishing]

caleb checks if he'd fit inside size difference, size kink, excessive use of gege

He was kind, and gentle, and patient. That was how you knew him. Even when tension radiated off his body after a long absence with the fleet. Even when you pestered him, pushed him, secretly hoping he might snap and finally, finally let you make it better.

It's no different now, as he sits there across from you, helping you finish a model plane you'd been working on for weeks.

You crawl across the carpet to him, frustrated with the fiddly parts. "I can't make them fit," you pout, holding out two pieces for inspection.

"Hm?" he hums, placing his own little piece of the project down beside him. "Let me see."

You watch him work on slotting the two parts together, his large, vascular hands manipulating the delicate plastic with a gentleness that reminded you of yourself––of the restraint he showed when holding you.

He was bigger, after all. So much bigger. All of him.

"There," he says, holding out the expertly joined pieces for you to take. "They fit."

"You forced them."

He looks at the pieces, then to you. "Nah, they fit perfectly. See?" He gestures for you to take them––to see for yourself.

You refuse, unmoving.

He tilts his head. "What's wrong?"

"You're stronger than me."

His lips twitch a little in one corner. "Only a little."

You shake your head, frowning.

"Alright," he says, "Much stronger. Happy?" He asks, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"And bigger."

His eyes drop, analysing, like he hasn't noticed before. Then, a little smile. "Only a little."

You crawl a little closer. Settling on your knees in front of him. "Much bigger."

"Is that right?" he questions, amused.

"Look," you say, holding your palm up for him to meet with his own. His eyes make a slight flick away from your face to your joined hands—to the way his fingers curl over yours comfortably.

"Maybe I just have very… very, large hands," he says as his fingers make a path down your palm to wrap around your wrist. His eyes flick across your face. Then, "Should we check the rest of me, too? Check how much bigger I am?"

He was teasing. Playing. Testing. You could turn around and return to your model, and he'd continue on just as he had before: a calm, warm presence.

Instead, you untuck your legs from beneath you, and keeping your eyes on his, you lower yourself onto your back––hair splayed out across the carpet. He’s pulled a little towards you as he refuses to release your wrist, angling down over you.

A pause.

"Alright," he says finally, much like he had when you'd passed him your two difficult plane parts. "Let gege see."

He lifts himself to his knees and shuffles even closer. Then he lifts your legs and arranges them around his waist and hips, slotting himself up against you.

"Hm," he hums, looming over you, blocking out the sun through the window behind him. "You do look very small like this." His hand snakes up your thigh. A smile pulls at his lips. "You'll stay still for me while I check, won't you? You can be good for gege and stay nice and still.”

Despite your nod––a silent promise to obey, to be good––he keeps his grip on your ankle as he works to undo the button at his waistband. Control. You didn’t mind it at all. Control was safe.

And when he shoves his pants down just below his ass, he closes the gap between you again, pressing himself between your thighs.

His movements are slow, precise, like they’d been as he manipulated the tiny little plastic pieces. A hand snaking its way up your calf. His warm palm wrapping around your thigh as his heavy cock, confined in dark briefs, rests against your white cotton underwear.

“See?” you squeak as he rocks his hips once against you. “All of you is bigger. We wouldn’t fit.”

“Wouldn’t fit?” he questions, mocking.

Then, without warning, he hooks his thumb into the waistband of his briefs and tugs them down to free himself. Hard, and a little pink at the tip, it adds to his looming presence over you.

Using one hand to hold your hips slightly off the ground, up against him nice and close, he uses the other to press his cock down against your belly.

His head tilts a little.

“I could make it fit,” he announces, sounding a little distracted, eyes fixed where he measures himself against you. “Would stretch your pretty little hole open,” he says. “Might hurt a little… But you could bite my hand, yeah? You can take it out on gege.”

You shift a little, starting to squirm.

“Might just take the tip…” he continues as his hand works a little over himself. “But if you were really good for me… so, so good… you could hold on to me tight and let me sink all the way inside… would fill your belly up nice and deep… but we’d fit. Gege promises.”

[taoisms]

tao the kind of gf to slowly increase the size of her strap over time just bc she likes to see the lil wince you make when she pushes in, the way your eyes water just a bit at the stretch, how you have to bite your lips when she bottoms out inside you cause it's just a bit too big. every single time.

[taoisms]

"c'mon doll -- just a bit more... y'can take it..."

your thighs shake, your toes curl -- the sting, the stretch, sheer fullness of her, pushing in and in and in.

"t-tao... i -- m-mngh --"

her laughter is, as always, wreathed in cigarette smoke, tinted with derision, but her eyes, usually hidden behind a pair of lightly colored specs, are sharp even as the world smears hazy around you. there's affection there, buried deep as she leans down to press her lips to the seam of your hair. she smells like tobacco and skin, leather and sin.

she pushes in further and you arch up into her. an arm slips around your back to hold you up. you can feel her mouth slit into a grin as she hushes you against there.

"there's a good girl... mm... nice 'n full, just like you like, hm?"

she leans back up, rocks her hips, and your vision fizzles out for a solid half second; when she comes back into focus, silhouetted against the neon-cast lights outside, her hair falling in spider-silk slivers to frame her face, you can't help but whine, chewing on your bottom lip. you reach up for her, and she lets herself be tugged back down, chuckling.

the heavy, hot press of her tits against yours makes you moan.

"that's right," her voice is husky by your ear, "feel good?"

you nod, fingers digging into her shoulders, her back.

"see? knew it'd fit."

you keen again, wiggling your hips, willing her to move. she tuts, reaching up to give your nipple a brief pinch.

"didn't take you long to adjust, huh? guess we'll have to go bigger next time."

your breath hitches at the thought, your cunt twitching. tao smirks, cocking her head as she marks the expression on your face before reaching down to thumb at your mouth. you let it fall open; she presses down on the pad of your tongue with a soft laugh.

"yeah that's what i thought... you like this just as much as i do."

[angelicdewdrop]

[subzero-s]

moaning "you're so good to me baby" into a man's ear when he slips it in yeah yeah whatever

[chuuniversal]

happy new year pretties!!

[cryoculus]

when you and your f/o look at each other all breathless and smiley after sex, saying a small innocent hi as if you two hadn't just finished putting each other through the mattress 🥀

[chuuniversal]

caleb gideon sandwich:(

[sems-diarie]

Hey btw Izuku draws porn of you scarily accurate and gets so embarrassed he could die when you find it in one of his dozens of pages about things your pretty sure you didn’t even tell him

“hey!” izuku shouts, “don’t-don’t touch that!”

“don’t touch, what?” you raise an eyebrow. “is this your diary or something, izu? do you talk shit about katsuki in here?” you giggle, turning open the bound leather journal. there’s no lines, you realize. no words. the soft beige pages are filled with penciled sketches, some defined and others less so. but all of them are consistent.

“some inspirations you have,” you mutter, blinking through each of izuku’s little women. different sketches of different girls, each pillowed and supple in body.

“i like this,” you whisper, voice broken at how intimate each sketch is.

you frown, not in dislike but concentration. you begin to realize consistency is paramount throughout the journal. the same curves are persistent through each page—each drawing.

the same skin tone for the occasional colored sketch.

“this is the same girl,” you accuse. your eyes drift up to izuku. he sits nervous beside you, his side of the bed creaking with every rustle of page from your end. his freckles pinken sweetly under the heat clouding his face. all of him looks so guilty, you can’t help but smile as you coo, “she’s so soft. you draw her with such adoration.”

each page is dated. each sketch is dated. some pages have multiple sketches, each listed with a different time. some pages are days apart, tons only hours. minutes, even.

consistency is key. only ever does her hair change, it seems. in styles you could find among your own Pinterest boards—hell, in past photos of yourself. you’re certain a few of these styles are so particular to you, izuku himself has helped you craft them.

the first ten pages are filled with her body. the next ten are filled with two, slotted against each other in filthy, passionate positions.

“you draw self portraits well,” you whisper softly. so often are you breathless at the sight of your living, breathing best friend, but he envisions himself equally beautiful on paper. “you draw everything really well,” you add.

“not really a self portrait,” he shifts, stiff. “just—s’all porn.” he swallows. “so, can you just hand it over, please?”

“all of it?” you gasp, shifting away so you can keep reading. “i don’t know, izuku, you draw porn awfully romantic—oh.”

the first full, concise facial portrait in izuku’s novel belongs to you.

it’s his drawing, sure—but your face.

“alright,” he snaps, almost leaping for you. you squeal! just narrowly, you dodge his attempt on your life!

“enough!” izuku bellows, grabbing you around your plush, pillowed waist from behind.

you jerk forward, still flipping through pages and trying to get the oaf off you. instead, his face hides in the back of your neck and he sinks on top of your back with a pitifully embarrassed moan.

“you were never supposed to find this,” he vows. “i forgot to put it away like the idiot i am—,”

the pages turning silence him. the thick of his huge arms clings to you tighter. he’s certain you’ll throw him out like trash.

“can i ask you a question,” you start tentatively. behind you, izuku shudders.

“no,” he groans. “..just—just torment me and be done with this.”

“i’m not hurting you,” you coo, enraptured by his artistry of you. the lines are clean, detailed. it’s one of the most precise sketches you’ve seen thus far in izuku’s entire journal.

“i just want to know who this is.” you don’t even realize you’ve stopped breathing. your fingers caress the page.

“you know what you look like,” izuku shakes his head.

you flip just one page forward, revealing again the supple body bent so cruelly beneath the frame of izuku’s own self portrait.

“and this one?”

izuku huffs. his face burrows against your neck. his heat amplifies so much, the cold of winter means nothing while under him.

“kill me.”

“it’s just a silly, little question,” you coo. “c’mon, tell me.”

izuku is not in the business of denying you. he’s actually in the business of handing your desires to you on a silver platter.

“you know who it is,” he argues. his fingers, thick and gentle on you, squeeze into giving folds of your tummy. he groans miserably, his mouth muttering against your neck. “you know. you know. please, just—,”

“not fair,” you cut him off. “you get to enjoy me all you want in your little journal and can’t even own up to it—,”

izuku hisses, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. you jerk with a helpless yelp. it pulls you apart, just enough for izuku to snatch his sketch book out of your slackened grip.

your heart sinks. you’ll never see that journal again. you wonder if izuku will ever let it see the light of day again.

“hey!” you try to turn onto your back to grab it. izuku’s body is sturdy, firmly pinning you face first into his plush sheets.

“some things really are for your own good,” he sighs. “i don’t want you to think ill of me because i—,”

“want to fuck me?”

“think we go so good together,” he finishes breathily. his fingers trail down to pinch the fat of your thigh.

“you’re so crass,” he groans. shakes his head at how elated your body language is. “and that’s coming from me.”

you pout, “how do you even know i have a mole beneath my ass cheek?”

“because s’my job to know everything ‘bout you.”

[chuuniversal]

stop she’s so mischievous n adorable!!:(

[chuuniversal]

caleb i will bounce on it.

[chuuniversal]

going out tomorrow with my old coworkers i’m so excited to see them! also excited to get cute tomorrow! :3

[chuuniversal]

it snowed so plans were canceled! but! this is okay bc i washed and retwisted my hair and did a load of laundry>:3 we have rescheduled

[hirayalia]

not sober

fluff! mentions of drinking. | if there are errors in this, is it’s definitely not because i’m tipsy off of one buzzball and the blaring sound of white noise in my ears rn

“zaynie, can you pick me up please?” you drawl out. “i don’t think i can walk in a straight line.”

“i’ll be there soon my love, stay where you are for me.” you hear zayne’s voice over the phone.

“aye aye captain! yes sir!” you bring your hand towards your head and salute, even though your boyfriend cannot even see you.

you sit down on the pavement, immediately following your boyfriend’s orders. “i am not moving! i am sat down!”

“are you sat on a bench outside, my love?”

“nope, just sitting on the ground!” you reply, clicking your heels together.

“…alright. don’t hang up the call, okay?” you nod, the fatigue suddenly setting in.

“are you still there, sweetheart?” you hum quietly in response, feeling the effects of the alcohol. “i’ll be there in two minutes, just hold on for a bit longer okay?”

you hum again, counting the number of sequins on your top whilst waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up.

“i’m right outside my love. i will end the call now, okay?”

“okay!” you smile.

the sound of footsteps getting closer to you snaps you out of your attempt to count the number of sequins on your shiny top. “my love?” you look up at the owner of the voice. “how about we stand up and get into the car?” you squint your eyes at this tall human.

“who are you? you aren’t my boyfriend.” your hunter instincts kick in, and you immediately stand up straight with the world spinning for a short moment.

“my love, it seems you have drank too much. i’m zayne, your boyfriend. do you recognise me?” the handsome man says and you bore your eyes into him.

“my boyfriend zayne is much more handsome than you are, old man! he’s a doctor and the head of the cardiology unit at akso hospital. mess with me and you mess with him!” you point your finger at him angrily as you try to keep your balance.

“is he? what if i tell you that i am your boyfriend, ___?” the black haired man in front of you asks, trying to hold back a grin.

“prove it to me, old man.” you cross your arms over your chest.

“check the back of your phone case my love. your lockscreen too. doesn’t the person next to you look familiar?” the man points to the phone you hold tightly in your hand.

you pout, tapping the screen of your phone and hastily checking the back of your phone case. “zaynie it’s you! i was wondering when you would get here! there was an old man that was talking to me, what a strange guy!”

“how strange indeed. i’m glad he’s gone. let’s get you home, darling.”

[himbo-kuto]

"right?"

caleb's eyes snapped back up to yours at your question, but unfortunately for him, he hadn't heard a word you said.

"you didn't hear a word a said, did you?" as much as he would love to prove you wrong, the only thing that he could conjure up was how kissable your lips looked.

"i'm sorry, i got distracted…" your looked turn to something of concern as you reached your hand over to rest on his.

"is everything okay, handsome?" he tried so hard to focus on your eyes, but like he was under some spell, they drifted back to your perfectly glossed lips. he swallowed hard as he restrained from devouring you whole. just the way they were glistening in the light made them look so soft and juicy.

"did you.. uh, do something different with your lipstick?" you then quickly hid your lips behind your hands, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"… maybe." caleb quickly took your hand, kissing the back of it before holding it in his. using this opportunity to get closer to you.

"don't cover them up, silly girl. it's just hard to focus when they look so…" he flashed you a mischievous look filled with impure intentions. casting a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek in his hand. "shiny and kissable."

a sudden heat rose to your cheeks, nearly matching the shade of your lips as you held his gaze

"i just over lined them a little bit and added a different gloss than i usually do.. i saw a video and wanted to try it out. i didn't know it would have such an… effect on you." you could feel the heat emanating of him as his lips were particles away from yours.

"they look so pouty.." his thumb swiped your bottom lip, the gloss faintly smelling of vanilla.

"well, don't be upset when i kiss them right off."

🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ yes thank u caleb

[chuuniversal]

going out tomorrow with my old coworkers i’m so excited to see them! also excited to get cute tomorrow! :3