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Sunday morning with a Toji who can’t keep his hands off you (m!reader)
Toji strolls in, hand under his shirt scratching his stomach.
“That my shirt?” you ask.
He grunts, moving your feet from under him to his lap, before he plops himself down on the sofa. “Couldn’t find any clean ones of my own.”
“Just say you like my clothes better; we both know I’ve got a greater sense of style,” you retort without much heat. Toji snorts his disagreement.
A show plays on the TV. You’re scrolling on your phone. He’s watching though he doesn’t really know what’s happening as he absentmindedly massages your feet. Weekends with your boyfriend are typically very relaxed, very sluggish. It’s a time for you both to unwind after a long week’s hard work. It’s also a time for him to get as much skinship as he’s been missing…
He squeezes a thigh, and your eyes meet his. Toji doesn’t smile, and yet there’s a glint of one in his gaze. “Again?” you ask, groaning. You try to pull your leg from his grip. You can’t. It’s impossible. He’s a hunter locked in on this morning’s breakfast. “Come on, I don’t even think I have anything left in my balls.”
You swat the hand that tries to cup said balls as he says, “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” And when you shove him away with your foot, he only grows more persistent.
Toji lunges, like a lion going for the kill, and pins your body to the sofa with his own. He lays kisses on your throat. His stubbles prick you; you don’t complain. Your Adam’s apple bobs, and that’s how he knows he’s got you — the low moan that follows is a mere cherry on top.
Hips press against each other. Bulges brush together. He’s as hard as you. That fact sends a shudder down your spine. “Toji,” you rasp.
“I know,” he mutters at your jaw. He gives your cheek a kiss before he travels down your body and tugs at your sweatpants, which are really his. “Just leave it to me.”
A warm mouth envelopes your cock, expertly consuming the length till your tip meets the back of his throat. You groan, hips rutting up. Toji throws a heavy arm over your stomach and keeps you down, unable to buck him off. The wetness of his mouth, the heat and humidity, the way his tongue flicks your leaking slit, and how hard he sucks the sensitive head — he knows just how you like it.
You grab the back of his head and push him down, wanting to fill his throat. “Fuck, Toji, ‘m gonna cum.”
That’s his cue to massage your balls and urge as much cum to spray out as possible. In record time, hot spurts paint his throat white. You grunt out his name, back arching and thighs shaking. Toji sucks it all up, guzzling on every drop, and not wasting an ounce.
He pulls back, panting and licking over his scar. His lips are shiny and swollen. Toji grins.
“See? Knew you had more in ya.”
first time writing with a male!reader and it's smut, men of Tumblr jjk please don't hate me if this is bad *cries in a corner*
Pairing: (omega) Katsuki Bakugō x (alpha) Reader
A/N: Surprise Christmas Gift for @lemon--shark. Thank you for all your kind interactions this year:) I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: references to nsfw stuff but nothing explicit
This is Part 4 (probably the final part) of this series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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The smell you woke up to was familiar, just stronger than you were used to, and closer. As close as it could be in fact as you had once again managed to stick your nose right against the source.
It was the smell of a content omega after his heat. Your favourite Katsuki-scent.
It even managed to soothe your grumpiness at being awake enough to form thoughts. If it were up to you only haziness and a drugged-like state from sniffing scent gland should have been on the agenda for at least a couple more hours.
But you were awake. And so was Katsuki, at least partially, judging by the light squirming he was doing in your arms.
“Five more minutes,” you mumbled as you held onto the omega in your arms more firmly and he huffed out a laugh into your ear.
“You said that half an hour ago,” he said. “I need to pee.”
“Don’t remember that.” Probably because of the haziness and drugged-like state from sniffing scent gland. You did reluctantly release him from your hold though.
You were too tired to open your eyes yet and only half-listened to Katsuki’s steps and the sounds of a bathroom being used, before he was back again.
“That’s how easily I get replaced, huh?” Katsuki joked, but sounded a tad miffed. “Anything soft with my scent will do for you, won’t it?”
He ripped the pillow you’d apparently found to hug in his stead from your arms to wiggle right back into position and bit into your shoulder lightly.
You bit back, less lightly with your reason still in sleep-mode and honestly, just because it seemed fun. You didn’t anticipate the startled yelp though.
You opened your eyes to Katsuki’s wide ones before a pillow landed in your face. Repeatedly.
“Idiot. Alpha,” he chastised. “Watch where you aim those.”
You groaned and stopped the pillow on its way to the fifth strike.
Once you had it secured you scanned him for injuries and found the pink of your bite mark making a pretty circle just below Katsuki’s scent gland. Oops.
“I’m sorry,” you hummed, brushing a thumb over the sensitive skin, delighting in the shiver it caused. “I’ll aim properly next time.” And then because you couldn’t help yourself, “Just a bit higher, right?”
The pillow that landed on your face once again was deserved.
“Don’t joke about that while we’re half naked, waking up in each other’s arms after my heat, you knotheaded weirdo!” Katsuki protested as he not-quite-smothered you with the pillow.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” you laughed, raising your hands up in surrender. “I promise no more inappropriate jokes until we’re both fully dressed again and out of your bed.”
Katsuki huffed but relented, throwing the pillow away and giving you what was probably supposed to be a smirk but came out much more fond.
“Good morning,” you offered, pulling him back down and letting him tangle his legs with yours. “How are you feeling?”
“Exhausted and hungry and boneless,” he said, underlining his words with a yawn. “And like I just had the fucking best heat of my entire life.”
He gave you a meaningful look that you took to mean ‘thanks’ in fewer words.
“Really?” you asked in surprise. Katsuki had come a long way from high school, far from back when he’d snarled and snapped at anyone who even so much as alluded to him having heats. By the time your class had moved to the dorms he’d already settled into a routine he seemed to enjoy and by the end of UA he didn’t even threaten murder anymore as long as the way people mentioned heats was respectful.
Since you’d moved in together he’d started treating heats like a luxury, deliberately taunting you with the time off work he got (always meticulously planned to make him miss the boring parts of the job and not exciting field work, naturally) for ‘cozying up and masturbating’ aka what alphas liked to pretend ruts were, and the fact that you had to accommodate it by finding a friend’s place to crash for one or two nights (oh yeah, note to self, don’t let all your friends find out that you weren’t at either of their places this time).
“But you like your heats,” you argued. Katsuki had invested quite a bit of money into making them the most comfortable they could be after all.
Katsuki shrugged, giving you a look like you were humouring him. “The heats are fine. I like the after, when I feel refreshed and clean and have eaten and you’re back. The during is… fine.”
“You always make it seem-”
“Fine,” Katsuki stressed. “I’ve figured out how to make it satisfying so I’m not wailing around like an idiot. It feels good. Doesn’t mean it’s not lonely too.”
“Oh.”
“But I don’t complain about that because I don’t need you pitying me for something that’s good for the most part. Ruts are lonely too, right? And you don’t make it sound like the other parts are much fun.”
“Yeah,” you agreed. “Not after the third or fourth orgasm anyway.” You reached up, flicking your fingers through Katsuki’s soft fringe. “But you didn’t feel lonely this time.”
“I wasn’t alone.”
You hummed, pleased. Katsuki felt better because you were here. You made his heat better. You’d always make sure he was happy. Then a thought occurred to you.
“I’ll have to take time off work.”
Katsuki scowled at your reluctant tone and the wince in your expression. “You’ll cope,” he grumbled before hesitating. “Right? You can be here every time. It’s not that much time off and you get paid. I’ll help you schedule it properly too.”
It was endearing how his voice wavered between offended petulance and worried insecurity.
You kissed his nose and received another scowl.
“I mean, unless I want to use all my time off or bribe a doctor to give me sick leave, both of which would look suspicious after a few times anyway,” you drew out but Katsuki only blinked, not making the connection. Was it too early to start teasing him about how heat left him a little slower than usual? Probably. “I have to officially register as off-work for heat. And I work in the same agency as Izuku… who knows your heat schedule and is a terrible secret keeper.”
“Ah fuck,” Katsuki groaned, shoving his forehead into your shoulder. “Shitty Hair’s and Dunceface’s stupid insinuations literally just got to a manageable level. I hate them. Let’s cut all contact and never agree to their shitty movie and game nights anymore.”
“Sure,” you chuckled. “I’ll delete their phone numbers right after we get out of bed, tell their PR assistants to schedule us out of any collaborations while I’m at it. Do we have to cut Izuku and Shōto too or can they stay as long as they behave?”
“Stop humouring me,” Katsuki complained gruffly.
“It’ll be fine,” you assured him. “You just can’t get angry when they start teasing. Just stay quiet and I’ll do a sad-uncomfortable look and ask them to please butt out. Their comments really put a strain on our friendship and we’re so pitiable and ex-friendless and were just so lucky to have found each other but now…”
“Cruel. I like it. But if Kaminari calls us fuck buddies I’m punching him in the face.”
“Sure. Sounds fair.”
“Great,” Katsuki huffed a laugh before appraising you with a sceptical look. “Now care to tell me how you managed to get both me and the nest clean?”
“Do you really want to hear? ‘Cause it’s gonna sound very stupid.”
“Hit me,” he snorted.
“Okay, so cleaning you was actually the easy part,” you explained. “I did it, kinda, for your last heat already and this was mostly the same except I also used your hand to scrub at areas that wouldn’t clean so easily-”
“You used my hand?”
“Held your hand in mine and directed it,” you elaborated and meant to continue explaining but Katsuki was getting stuck on details.
“You held my hand in yours to touch the parts you didn’t wanna touch?”
“Don’t make it sound weird.”
“It is weird!” he said but was clearly biting back amusement.
“Anyway. The nest-cleanup was trickier since you’d get half-awake and whine at me whenever no part of me was touching you, or, well, really even when not enough of me was touching you-”
“Great.”
“-so I kept you half-awake but content and only a little grumbly by carrying you around and changing the sheets that way. I do not need a repeat of that by the way. We should remember for you to set up a secondary nest in my room for your next heat so we can migrate to that after you soil the sheets. Ow.”
That was another bite to your shoulder. Post-heat apparently made Katsuki bitey. You’d just never had the privilege of being close enough to realise before. He’d always been daring.
Your fingers tangled in his hair and loosely held him there. It left his neck mostly bared and the spot just above his collarbone free for a retaliatory bite or two… or three. Damn, he still smelled amazing.
A shuddery moan made you whip back so harshly you heard something in your neck crack.
But instead of looking alarmed or embarrassed, Katsuki was leaning back, giving you the most unimpressed look you’d received from him in a while. “You’ve got lousy self control, alpha.”
“Excuse you,” you huffed. “I’ve got excellent self control. I’ve been thinking of licking your scent gland pretty much constantly and I haven’t done it once.”
“No, you’ve just bitten around it four times now.”
“You’re welcome.”
Katsuki chuckled before nestling his head in the crook of your arm and yawning. You tangled your legs with his once more.
The silence that followed was comfortable and made you drowsy. It stretched long enough that Katsuki might have fallen back asleep.
“I’m glad you saw,” he said then, quietly. “I thought I’d hate it but it’s nice, knowing you saw me at my most vulnerable and pathetic and are still here to say dumb shit and annoy the hell out of me.”
You pinched his waist.
“Hey! I was being nice, shithead,” Katsuki complained as he bonked his head against your collarbone. “Sort of. Saying mushy crap like that is hard, okay? I need the buffer.”
“I love you.”
“Show off.”
You smiled to yourself as Katsuki grumbled but pulled himself even closer. He really was your favourite person.
From my experience with discord servers they are a hit or miss, but mostly a miss. Your right with the drama stuff, and people joining just to troll or people you wouldn't necessarily like joining. But they are fun if ran well enough and the community is good.
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yeah! exactly. ive had my fair share of running rp servers and the like. usually smaller ones that aren't a lot of people but i don't have a good idea of how many people would actually be in this server. it could be a lot it could be a couple dozen.
i want to try i just Fear.
but i suppose its worth setting up and seeing how it goes as a trial run.
also cats with white faces like that always look like weirdly naked. like. its like when a guy you've only ever known with a beard shaves his beard. this is the cat equivalent to a freshly shaved dude
also cats with white faces like that always look like weirdly naked. like. its like when a guy you've only ever known with a beard shaves his beard. this is the cat equivalent to a freshly shaved dude
Imagine this but you where fasly accused and didn't really do anything. You also have no idea what Ares is in prison for until one day you're all discussing why you're in prison.
When It gets to Ares turn he's just like:
"Oh well I murdered my husband no big deal" as your grin drops and the colour drains from your face.
Or Imagine where your a criminal who has also committed a similar murder and hearing Ares say that makes your grin widen.
Have you seen that one clip where the whole group is putting on hand sanitiser and everyone absolutely hates it but Felix is loving it and rubbing it all over his face?
Imagine makeup artist!Reader who just put on some hand sanitiser and is trying to do Felix's makeup but he keeps trying to sniff and rub his face on your hands.
At one point Felix manages to stuff his face in your hand (bonus if you have big hands) and messes up part of his make up. You threaten to call another artist to do his makeup instead so he tries his hardest but your hands smell so good...
(I found the clip in a compilation on yt and immediately thought of this link:https://youtu.be/A94iwnShZzk?si=ZHsnVtr7besUPOFD 00:40 time stamp :D)
