You can call me Sky!! (Or literally whatever you want idc) I'm 24! She/her!❤️
A few fun facts abt me: I have a degree in education, and I like to read, write, watch anime & tv shows, or draw in my free time.
🔞My blog is 18+,MINORS DO NOT INTERACT & ARENT PERMITTED! Seriously. If you're not over 18 get ur ass out of here🔞
I post: fanfics/hc/smau/series, etc.. (I accept requests, and if i flow well off an idea I'll definitely post. Bare with me though, sometimes I just can't make an idea work, but that's rare)
I write for: my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan currently. (Could branch out, depends on how fixated I get)
I mainly write with female POV and use she/her pronouns for a lot of the reader. (I have & will sometimes write some gender neutral content as well. I try to label each appropriately)
Also! All characters are their aged up, time skip, etc.. versions. I will not write any inappropriate content where a character is a minor. EVER. If that's what you want- leave immediately and don't come back. 18+, all adults only :) 🔞
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💌masterlist under the break 💌
✨: personal favorite
💛: gender neutral
FLUFFTOBER ✨✨KINKTOBER
Husband!Shouta Aizawa- headcannons (sfw)💤
✨Aizawa x Reader- he gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk🤫
Katsuki x Reader- de-stressing after work with his perfect lil girlfriend👑
Boyfriend!Katsuki- ur on ur period headcanons (sfw)♥️
✨Katsuki x Denki x Reader- celebrating Denkis birthday with dominant katsuki and sub reader ⚡
✨sound of pulling heaven down- Drummer!Bakugo x Reader-SMAU/fic- FINISHED SERIES!!! 🥁
Random Katsuki bf texts- SMAU texts 💥
Random Shoto bf texts- SMAU texts☃️
Random Katsuki + Eijiro bf texts- SMAU texts❣️
Boyfriend! Mirio Togata-headcanons (sfw)💛
✨Get your grades up!- Class Pres! Tenya x SlackerStudent! Reader miniseries- 👓 PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 anniversary bonus
Random Hawks bf texts- SMAU texts🦅
Boyfriend!Hawks- headcanons (sfw)
✨Too heavy? Fuck that! (Pt.1) (Pt.2) (multiple my hero guys)
✨smoke & mirrors - Stoner! Hanta Sero x Stoner!Reader mirror sex
Going muscle form while inside- Toshinori/ AllMight
Overstimulated for teasing him- Toshinori/ AllMight
✨He worships you after undercover mission- Toshinori/Allmight x ProHero!Reader
Kissing his scar-Toshinori/AllMight x FWB Villain!Reader, spicy but not NSFW
Captured, forever!- Shota Aizawa x Reader- Shota proposes (lil follow up to a kinktobr post)
A Worthy Hero's Reward- Stain (Chizome Akaguro) x reader- dark content warning!
worship/lazy fuck after work- Toshinori/AllMight x gf!reader
💛Fatgum Comfort- taishiro toyomitsu x gn!reader (just fluff- ask response)
Hero Killer Pleaser, Stain- chizome akaguro x Reader
💛Taking Control of the LOV men - multiple league of villains guys x gn!reader (mute!reader)
💛Husband Katsuki Bakugo-GN!reader fluff/smut
Stain's Surprise- Stain (chizome akaguro) x reader)
Husband!Satoru -headcanons (sfw)🩵
✨Chance Encounter-DILF!Toji x CollegeStudent!Reader AU SERIES//wc~60k total!👩🏻🎓
Something's Missing- SMAU texts- they took something you wanted 🥡
✨Random Satoru x Suguru x Reader texts 🍡
Toji's way too close to Shiu- Toji x shiu x reader oneshot
You're my WIFE?! - Husband Satoru Gojo x Reader- waking up loopy in hospital (sfw/fluff)
Sugar mama drama- Sugar Baby!Satoru Gojo x Fem!Boss!Sukuna AU
✨Run To You- in arranged marriage to Ryomen Sukuna, finding Satoru Gojo <3 ((ongoing!!))
SugarDaddy!Erwin- headcanons💲
💛Levis jealous- oneshot- (sfw/gender neutral)
✨Eren proposing- oneshot -(sfw)
💛Defending Erwin- oneshot/ hc (gender neutral)
Defending Reiner- fem version- oneshot/hc-- 💛gender neutral version
Lessons in Friendship- Nerd!Armin x Goth!reader x Fratboy!Eren- reader's basically goth mikasa
almost all of my dividers come from @saradika or @saradika-graphics 🤍
contents/warnings: wc.2k, MDNI, 18+, fluffy fluff, not many warnings this chap, some relationship talk, mentions of abuse, just a lil chill chapter
an: I needed some fluff again alright. Angst will be coming again soon, but for now let's enjoy a bit of relaxation (and maybe some confessions) with our golden retriever boy🤍
my masterlist story masterlist
The day after Satoru saved you is peaceful. You don't do anything except play games, eat, and watch whatever tv show he's been dying to show you.
You're happy, despite the lingering anxiety about Sukuna.
This is far from over, and you haven't even faced your mother yet. She's going to be irate, to say the least. But every time Satoru sees that nervousness swimming in your eyes, he's back with something else to help distract you.
He also makes you ice your bruise, and towards the end of the day, that turns into using a warm compress to help boost blood flow. He's insistent on it, even as you say it's not that bad. He doesn't care, he just wants to take care of you.
“I'm really good at getting bruises to fade, covering blemishes and stuff.” He explains, as he's looking at your bruised skin, softly examining it.
It seems like growing up in a family who prioritized perfect looks pays off sometimes.
“I’m glad I have you to help nurse me back to health.” You say, softly, his fingertips gentle where they hold your chin. He turns your face, inspecting every little inch to make sure there's no injury he's missed.
“I should've protected you in the first place.” He murmurs, finally releasing your chin, not before gently rubbing his thumb along it.
“That's not your job, Satoru. Not that I don't appreciate you, but it's not your responsibility.” You reply. He's standing now, putting away some of the stuff from his first aid kit.
“Maybe. But it could be.” He says. Quick, quiet, as he's turning away like he's not sure whether or not he wants you to hear.
“What do you mean?” You ask, standing up to follow him while he puts the first aid kit away.
“N-nothing. I shouldn't have said that.” He stammers. He bends down to put the first aid kit in the cabinet and you see that his ears are pink. He won't make eye contact, and he's clearly nervous now.
“What do you mean you shouldn't have said that?” You question.
He said you could be his responsibility. Protecting you could be his responsibility.
As if…he wants you to be his.
Not just free from Sukuna, but safe by his side.
But he could choose from hundreds of girls.
He finally sighs and turns to you. His hands are shaking, and he shoves them into the pockets of his sweatpants. You can't see it, but they're getting clammy from nerves. Satoru is attractive, and rich, and he could choose from many girls. But he's not the most experienced.
He doesn't like fake attention, doesn't like people who want him for money or notoriety. A connection like this, conversation and complicated feelings, isn't his strong suit, and it's making him internally panic.
“I like you.” He blurts out, like some forbidden secret. “I really like you. As a friend, yeah, but as more…You're pretty, a-and funny, and I love being around you.” He adds on, closing his eyes as if he can't bear to see your reaction yet. “And I'm not trying to push or anything, or even expect anything from you ever, but I just…I want to protect you from him. And I was trying not to say anything about it because I don't want to mess this up, and I don't want you to feel like I only helped you because I developed feelings for you. I-i would've helped you from day 1, I promise…”
You're stunned, and you can tell he's rambling because he's scared.
He finally opens his blue eyes after his confession, slowly, nervously, as if he'll see rejection or anger written all over your face. But all he sees is a soft confusion, and maybe a twitch like you're trying to hold back a small smile.
“You like me?” You ask, brows furrowing with thought, cheeks heating up.
Your heart is pounding now. Like it'll beat out of your chest, but this time it's not from fear.
You think to yourself that must be what they talk about in all those novels and shows: heart pounding, butterflies in the stomach, falling for someone.
Your stomach has flipped at the sight of his eyes before, but that soft, hopeful look in them right now? It has your stomach doing somersaults.
“I do. I think I did as soon as I met you…I just didn't realize it at first.” He admits, shyly, a hand coming to rub the back of his neck without him even realizing. “But this isn't transactional! I-i want to be your friend, regardless of what you feel or don't feel!”
He looks so scared, like he's sure he messed everything up. But as soon as he sees your soft smile break through, just for a second, his shoulders relax a little.
“I…think I like you too, Satoru.” You admit, voice shaky.
“Im uncertain about so much, but when everything's sorted…maybe we can talk about that?”
His eyes soften, and light up like a Christmas tree.
“Really?”
You'd think you just offered him a million dollars and a lifetime of free gaming consoles with the way he perks up. It's almost like a family dog seeing it's favorite treat.
You nod, a little shy, never really feeling this sort of attraction before. He makes you feel wanted, and desired. He makes you smile.
When you nod, he smiles. A cheesy little boyish grin, like he's just found a mint condition comic book for criminally low prices.
He nods back, a little awkward but it's adorable. It makes you more comfortable, seeing that he's just as nervous as you are right now.
Before you can question yourself, you lean forward and wrap your arms around him in a hug. He instantly returns the sentiment and pulls you close, tilting his head to rest on top of yours.
He's warm, and comfortable, and he smells good. It's relaxing, like being wrapped in a fresh blanket. His strong arms wrap around you, like he's trying to squeeze you back together himself.
“Im glad I found you in the park that day.” He whispers into your hair. “You're one of the best people I've ever met.”
“You really think that?” You ask, and that doubt in your voice is enough to kill him.
He pulls away, hands on your shoulders, eyes locking onto yours. There's no doubt in those eyes, they're practically sparkling with happiness at this moment.
“I *mean it. Don't doubt that. You're incredible, and one day you'll see it too.” He reassures, his voice soft and sweet.
A timer on the oven goes off, and he smiles. Perfect icebreaker before this gets too awkward.
“Sweet, our snacks are done!” He says, running off like a little kid.
You follow him to the kitchen, feeling light as a feather. It's as if you're walking on air, legs automatically carrying you behind him but mind whirling with excitement.
Satoru Gojo, with his beautiful eyes and his kind heart, likes you.
He doesn't see you as an object for his use, or a tool to fix his image.
All Satoru wants is to see you smile, and after a lifetime of being surrounded by pain, you want to cling to him like a lifeline.
He protected you, from someone like Sukuna. He got into a fight for you, without even questioning it.
As he closes the oven, he throws one of the french fries in his mouth.
“Ow! Hot!” He yells, and you giggle.
“Let them cool down, dummy.” You joke.
“I'm not a dummy! I got straight A’s, even through my university days!” He says, slapping a hand over his chest like he's offended.
“You went to college?” You ask. “Did you get a degree?”
“Yeah…but it's kinda lame. I've got a master's in marketing, and a bachelor's in computer science.”
“How would that be lame? That sounds hard!” You ask, completely interested now. He holds two degrees and he thinks it's something lame?
“Well, it's no medical degree or anything. My mother was pleased with the marketing degree, considering it helped her grow the business a bit, even when I didn't want to model as often. The computer science…ah…she was pretty irritated.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “She said it's pointless. And it kinda is. I don't really need it, I just thought it was interesting. Thought it could help if I ever get tired of just streaming and playing, in case I ever want to try to develop my own software or something..”
“That's awesome! Was it hard?” You ask, resting your chin on your hand as you lean on the counter.
Your eyes flick back up to his, locking onto his gaze for a moment. His blue eyes are soft and content.
“A little. Sometimes. Not the work, really, more staying motivated to do it. It got annoying sometimes.” He explains. You nod.
“That makes sense. You sound smart.” You're not trying to flatter him, just genuinely observing. He's not nerdy in a showy way, and it's refreshing. He's just the way he is.
“What about you?” He asks. “Any special interests?”
“Oh, no, I don't have any degrees or anything. I guess my parents thought if I was too educated, I wouldn't make a good wife.” You say. Your voice is light, but the words aren't at all. His eyes soften, sympathetic and a little sorry.
“I think you'd make a great wife, no matter how much further you took your education. Whether that's not at all, or a PHD. It doesn't matter.” He reassures, and you smile.
A real smile, like he's placed a bandaid over a wound and kissed it better.
“Thanks, Satoru..” You say, softly. “Maybe one day I'll try to branch out, find something I like. Though, most people do that straight out of high school.”
“Who cares? There's no predetermined path for life. People do things at their own pace, and anything you've missed out on isn't your fault.” He argues gently. “But now, it's in your hands. Everything. You make the rules, I'll just help you enforce them.”
“You don't have to-”
“Stop saying that.” He interrupts, grabbing your hand. “It's making me sad. I don't have to, but I *want* to.” He insists, white brows knitting together in thought.
“Okay..thank you, Satoru. I'm not good at accepting help, I guess.” You say finally, and he smiles a soft sort of smile.
“It's okay. It takes some getting used to. But I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not letting you feel guilty about me helping you.”
He's so genuine it almost hurts. It aches because it's so unfamiliar, and there's that voice in the back of your head saying ‘i don't deserve this.’
The voices of your mother and father linger in the back of your mind, their overwhelming disappointment always tearing you down.
As much as you want to blindly believe him without any reservation, it's hard to eliminate the doubt that they've spent so long forcing you to internalize.
But, Satoru understands. Beyond just knowing, he's made efforts to get where you're coming from and do what he can to quell your worries.
Though you're terrified of your parents reaction to everything that happened with Satoru and Sukuna, you're at least peaceful for the moment, in the safety in Satoru's home.
Your new phone hasn't arrived, not until tomorrow, and you haven't turned on your ipad because you don't want to know if there's any horrible message waiting.
Sukuna doesn't know who swooped in to your rescue, not yet at least, so you don't even have to worry about him showing up to try to start a fight.
Though your mind is a swirling tornado of all these worries, you do your best to ignore it for the time being.
After all, you've got a tall, beautiful man in front of you with blue eyes as deep as the sea, and all he wants to do is see you smile.
chizome gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk & comes home to you, surprising him in lingerie...
contents/warnings: wc1.9k, aphrodisiac, fem!reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected, creampie, implied already in relationship
an: heehee I'm back with more Stain for the people!!! I forgot about this one but this ask reminded me and I'm so happy!!!
Chizome has a problem. Somehow, he got hit by some fucked up quirk that's making his body feel like it's on fire.
He's sweating, and when he looks down, there's a prominent tent in his pants. Some sort of aphrodisiac quirk? What a pain in the ass. He should've sliced the person in retaliation, but Chizome has been trying to act more civilized.
This is his reward for that, it seems.
“I don't have time for juvenile games like this…” He hisses under his breath, adjusting his hard cock in his pants.
His only solace right now is the fact that you'll be waiting at home for him. You'll know what to do.
His perfect little lover, who'd already told him you have a surprise scheduled for him.
You always kiss away his stress and all he can think is
home, home, home, get me home.
When he bursts through the front door, your man is downright scary. His presence is even more commanding than usual, and he looks wild. You're not sure what's gotten into him, but your surprise is already prepared, and he's practically drooling as soon as his red eyes land on you.
“I wanted to surprise you…” You say, softly, not yet asking if he's okay. You have to tread lightly with him, considering he's not always the most stable.
Your body is adorned in a custom lingerie, strappy with some extra fabric drifting behind you a bit as you move. The flowing fabric accentuates your natural beaut.
His eyes travel across your body, breath quickening even more when he notices how exposed the crotch of the lingerie is.
An invitation.
“Chizome…are you alright?” You ask, taking a step forward.
Finally he snaps out of his frozen state and steps forward quickly, grabbing your wrist.
“Some worthless, aimless weakling hit me with some quirk…some irritating aphrodisiac..” He grumbles, before looking over your body again. “What have I done to deserve *this?” He asks, his hand trailing down your body, touching the delicate fabric.
“Do you like it?” You ask, bringing one of your hands to gently place on his chest.
His heart is pounding, and there's a sheen of sweat on his skin.
You can see just how affected he is by the quirk, and when your eyes slowly fall lower you see the real evidence. He's fully hard under his pants now.
“I want to devour you..” He replies, dropping your wrist to instead grip the back of your neck as he leans in to bite the skin of your throat. His hand is rough but not painful, just desperate in a way you've never seen him. And the bite stings, just enough to make you twitch.
You moan, breath quickening.
You expected him to be excited, but you weren't expecting him to be hit with an aphrodisiac before this.
Seeing you in lingerie for the first time was already a huge turn on, but this is overwhelming. He's not even good very often at processing his own sexual feelings, even though he's tried to practice for you, so this is torture for him.
He pulls away from your throat, hands playing with the straps and fabric of your lingerie as he breathes against your neck. There's a raspy growl in the back of his throat, almost like a feral predator, and the sound of him inhaling your scent.
“Chizome…” You start, before he cuts you off. He kisses you hard, long tongue dancing in your mouth and practically suffocating you. He's so dominant today, so aggressive, and you're melting into it. You kiss him back just as passionately, grabbing onto his biceps to steady yourself. When he pulls away again, he smirks, a fiendish grin.
“I love this…you look perfect. Such a divine creature, and you're all mine.” He rasps, hands still travelling all over your body. It's like he can't stop moving, not even for a moment.
“All yours..” You affirm, as he licks across your neck, long tongue leaving a stripe of wetness in its wake.
Every single touch, every lick, every sound is driving you crazy, and you're not even the one hit by the aphrodisiac.
He suddenly picks you up, backing you onto the couch. You yelp in surprise but it doesn't even register to Chizome.
He drops down onto his knees, moving the lingerie to the sides to expose more of your aching pussy to him. Your walls are fluttering around nothing, begging for some sort of stimulation.
“Beautiful. This wretched world has created some truly beautiful things..” He praises. He runs a long stripe up your slit, stopping at your clit to swirl his tongue around greedily.
His fingers keep playing with the straps on the lingerie, like he's trying to keep his hands busy even as his face is buried between your legs.
“Oh, fuck! Chizome, you're moving so fast..” You whimper, throwing an arm over your face for a moment. It's overwhelming how quickly he buried his face into your cunt and began lapping at your clit with an intensity you've never experienced.
He trails his tongue down and begins swirling it around your entrance, teasing the hole and trying to coax out as much of your sweet arousal as he can.
“Sweet…so sweet…” He moans, muffled and garbled as he tongues your entrance. He takes a few moments, frantically twirling his tongue around your hole, feeling the way your perfect cunt twitches for him.
He feels the way she winks at him, begging him to slip inside, and, oh, if he doesn't he's going to lose it.
Finally, he thrusts his tongue into you and you gasp.
He flicks his tongue up against your walls, rubbing right against your sensitive spot deep inside. The pleasure spreads, exploding through you every time he rubs against your velvety walls. He swirls his tongue and thrusts it into you, pleasure spreading through your body. In and out, in and out, all just with his tongue.
When you whimper, you feel him respond. Not verbally, but by bucking against you. Your foot and calf is between his legs, and he begins rubbing against you, humping you like a dog.
“Yes, yes yes yes..” He's growling ferally, and as he feels your walls clenching around his tongue he knows he's pushing you closer to release. His red eyes peek back up to scan your face and when he meets your eyes, he groans into you.
He brings a thumb to your clit to rub tight circles while he continues pumping his tongue in and out.
You can't stop trembling, pleasure washing over you as he pushes you closer and closer.
You can't even warn him, your orgasm hits you so fast.
He slurps it up as if tasting a refreshing drink and pulls back, hands gripping the fat of your hips now to squeeze.
“Perfect…you're perfect. I need more..”
He stands and quickly sheds himself of his clothes, frantic like he has to have you now.
“I need you. I need you more than I need air..” He begs as he frees himself.
“Breathe, Chizome..” You coax, trying to at least keep him present in the moment, and calm him down.
“This incessant ache. I have to stop it” He replies, almost whiny.
“We should go to the bed..” You offer, and he shakes his head quickly.
“No..no, I need you now” He demands, taking a step closer.
His desperation goes straight between your legs. His tongue is hanging out of his mouth like he's just waiting to taste you again. You decide this is your moment to take control.
“Okay..” You tease, grabbing his bicep and pushing him towards the couch. When he's close enough, you push his chest so he falls backwards onto the couch.
He understands quickly what you're doing, and he moves into place, nodding like a damn bobblehead as he understands your plan.
You climb over him, and you'd think he'd already gone pussy drunk before you even touched him, because he's practically drooling over you.
“Oh, please.. please please please…” He begs, losing any sense of his usual conviction. He's so desperate, so needy. “Give me everything. All of you. I need to feel it.”
You finally sink down onto his length and he whimpers. Broken, like it forced its way out of his throat.
“Does that feel good, baby?” You tease, and all he can do is nod, panting raggedly.
He's completely losing himself as he wraps his arms around you and begins thrusting up into you. Even as his arms wrap around you, his hands cling to whatever they can. You lose the control you'd had as he fights for dominance again. The need for *more* is too much, he can't slow down. He thrusts up into you hard, planting his feet on the ground and thrusting with long thrusts.
You don't squirm, you just rest your head on his shoulder and moan desperately. It's not like his grip is loose enough for much moving anyway.
Your silky walls are sucking him in deeper, and you feel the pleasure building gradually again.
His thrusts don't slow or waver, he keeps going with the intensity of a madman.
“I love you. I love you I love you. Fuck, I want to keep you forever. Id let you have it all. Id let you kill me if you wanted as long as I have you.” He's growling, grabbing your hair to pull you back, not harshly but commanding enough that you obey.
Now you're bouncing against him with his thrusts, and your tits are right there in his face. He loves the way they jiggle, the way they bounce. It's addicting.
He can't resist swirling his tongue around them again.
“Chizome!” You gasp at his words. You're with the villain, sure, but you'd never gotten emotional like this before. “I-i love you, too.”
That wrecks him, completely destroys the desperate man beneath you. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, and when he pops off he trails his tongue across your body instead. Every inch he can reach with his tongue, he's licking a wet stripe across.
Finally, you can't take it anymore. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you
“Fuck, I'm gonna cum..” You warn, and he chuckles condescendingly.
“I know.” He assures, suddenly leaning you forward again to lock lips with him in a messy kiss.
You can't hold it back, and you feel yourself soak his cock. Your walls tighten, and the pressure finally releases.
He pulls away from your mouth and moans, loudly and unfiltered, and finally lets go himself.
His arms tighten around you in a bear hug as he cums, thrusting it up deep into you. His moans slowly change from desperate, loud moans to quiet, raspy whimpers.
Finally, his hips slow and he takes a few shaky breaths, your body collapsing on top of his. His hands rest on your hips as he steadies himself and comes back to his senses.
The persistent ache has dulled, his release taking away some of the aphrodisiac's effects, but not completely gone.
“Do you feel better?” You ask, breath ghosting over his neck.
His cock perks back up, hardening inside you before he's even pulled out from his last load.
“I will after a few more. But you can take it, can't you?” He teases, voice a little more raspy than before.
“Of course I can.” You reply. There's nothing better than Chizome fucking you like he's lost his mind.
“So much conviction in that sweet voice.” He teases, before flipping you over and slamming you into the couch.
contents+warnings: wc1.6k; MDNI, 18+, reader gender not specified, half fluff half smut, unprotected sex, some praise & katsuki bein soft
an: mmmm husband Kats...my fav😋 But this is in response to an ask & just in case I just attached a pic with the name taken out<3
Husband Katsuki Bakugo...
Who married the person he truly fell in love with, the only person he can soften around without embarrassment.
And when he holds you? His strong arms are tight like he's too scared to ever let go, calloused hands rubbing up and down your body.
He's not afraid to bury his face into your shoulder, your neck, your hair. If you tease him about it he just grumbles a “Shut up. You're a damn nerd.”
He's a brash and crude man, but something about the one he loves makes him softer. He still yells, blows up, and scares interviewers and villains alike…but for you he's gentler. He slips his dirty boots off at the door because he knows how you feel about him tracking mud indoors. He leaves patrol right on time, packing up his equipment because he has to get home.
Since you married him, he's made a home for you in his life. Being a hero was his dream as long as he lived, but he makes sure not to allow that to stand in the way of your relationship. Because, deep down, being loved unconditionally, not for his power but for who he is inside, was something Katsuki's heart always craved. The moment you fell in love, that hole was filled.
Moments like these, where he's holding you from behind, spooning you, are the best. He smells faintly of caramel, and he quietly talks to you about your days. He asks about how much you ate, if you drank enough water. He tells you about his patrol, about his workout today, how a fan noticed him when he stopped for lunch. You'd made dinner earlier, like you usually do for your hardworking husband. He'd eaten it like a starving animal, complimenting your food.
“‘s really good, baby.” He murmured between bites. “You always take damn good care of me.”
And after, you'd both curled up on the couch with a movie. That's how you ended up here, his hands slowly running up and down your skin as he talks. It's comforting to him, to be able to lazily feel you against him, talking about his day with the only person who he can truly relax around.
“I swear, this is the only time I get any damn peace.” He says, gently kissing your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo.
“You used to hate cuddling.”
“Yeah..got used to it. Only for you. I guess, it's nice to know you're safe.”
“You always keep me safe. You're one of the heroes with the most villain takedowns. You make the world safer every day.”
“Yeah, yeah. But I don't mean just the hero stuff. In my arms, you're protected from everything. Villains, the world, hell, even my temper cuz you calm me down.” He explains, sighing contendedly. “You're the only thing that makes me relax.”
“I love you, Kats.”
“Again with that damn nickname?”
You nudge him with your elbow and he laughs. “Alright. I love you, too. Call me whatever ya want.”
You snuggle up close, watching the movie and enjoying the comfort of his presence. He's busy, being one of the top pro heroes of Japan, but he cherishes this time with you in the evenings. You've been through everything together, and his respect for you shows.
In the way he took your car out to fill it up with gas when he got home today, before even coming inside the house. Or, in the way he took time off for your anniversary, even though he's always so busy.
Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight actually asked someone to take his shifts for three days so you could have time together, to celebrate your love.
He shows his love in the way that he lets you kiss him and hug him whenever you want. And in the way he doesn't tense when you trace the lines of his scars on his arms, and his chest.
You don't tense when he touches you, either. His hands are as natural as your own, and more comforting by a longshot. So, as your husband, he's not afraid to touch you often.
Whether that's moments like this- cuddling and tracing your lines , or simpler like a hand on your hip as you walk next to each other.
His touchiness only gets worse when you press your ass up against him while cuddling. He's just trying to talk about his day and gently stroke up and down your side, but when you grind back into him he can't help himself.
“Fuck, don't do that.” He grumbles into your ear. It's not angry, more teasing like you're playing with fire.
You pout, and even though he's behind you he *feels* it. Especially when you speak, all whiny and teasing.
“Awww cmon..you don't like it?”
His strong arms are already around you, so he brings a hand up to the side of your face, holding you while he gently kisses your cheek.
“Y’know I love it.”
“I missed you today..”
“Oh yeah?” He encourages, hand traveling down to rest on your throat. “You missed me? Or my cock?”
“Kats!” You scold, and he laughs. He's got a nasty mouth, and he's never cared to correct that.
He knows it turns you on when he's unashamed.
“I missed you too. Fuck, so bad. And then you sent me that picture on lunch…”
“It wasn't even full nudity!!”
“Yeah, fuckin tease. Had to hide my hard on still.”
You laugh, still continuing to grind against him.
He lets it slide for a little bit, but before you know it he's yanked off both of your clothes and prepared you for his cock. Quick but through, to make sure he doesn't hurt you. He knows just how to work you, his fingers skilled even though his right hand isn't as dexterous anymore.
As he slides into you, cockhead slipping through the tight ring of muscles at your entrance, he moans like he's just felt heaven. After a long day of ignoring his own needs to protect the city, dedicating every ounce of himself to others, your velvety walls squeezing him is perfect.
“Fuck.. Always so tight..” He praises, one of his hands resting on your throat. He's not squeezing, but his calloused palm against your throat is enough to make you lose it.
He thrusts in, breath picking up as he begins to pump in and out.
“God damn…” He murmurs, under his breath. He slowly slides his hand off your throat, slowly sliding your throat into the crook of his elbow, bicep pressing against your face. You're not suffocating, but you're stuck, your pro hero husband's muscles locking you in place.
And oh It's perfect. He holds you still in the right position so he can thrust into you harder. Your moans get louder, more desperate, hands coming up to hold his bicep, just to ground yourself.
His free hand trails down your body, touching you everywhere, fingers pausing at your nipples to pinch and roll them between his fingers for a moment, before traveling lower.
Your eyes shut and you grind back against him more.
“‘s okay baby. Y’dont gotta work for it.” He praises, hand sliding to your hip and squeezing it hard. You don't have to chase his cock, he'll give you everything. He starts pumping in and out faster, making your ass bounce against him.
There's a wet plap plap plap of skin on skin filling the room, mixing with the sounds of the TV show that you haven't been watching for an hour.
Each thrust hits the perfect spot, and that never surprises you because he always strives to be the best.
Best hero, best husband, best at fucking you so good you forget your name, all of it.
“You take me so well.” He praises in your ear, voice getting even more raspy. He's breathing heavier, arms tightening around you because he's losing his control.
“So fuckin good f’me.”
You can't even reply, his harsh thrusts completely melting your mind. You're overcome with pleasure, brain flitting from his cock to his hands on you to his voice. It's hard to focus.
“Stop tryin to think. I can feel ya holding out.” He growls in your ear. He can tell when you're trying to stay too present. Like you believe that going completely cock drunk is shameful. It isn't, not to Katsuki at least.
As your husband it's his job to completely melt away any form of stress in your mind, and when he's burying himself inside you he doesn't need you to use that smart brain of yours.
You give up on thinking, on trying to keep yourself together or focus on holding back your release.
He wants you to lose your mind, to fully relax under his care. And when you finally do, he moans, unfiltered and free.
“Yeahh, that's it baby. Just let go…I love making you feel good.” He encourages.
You finally allow yourself to let go, your orgasm washing over you in waves. It almost sends him right over the edge himself.
His voice when he's close is heavenly. It's less gruff, a sort of desperate whiny whisper.
“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck…” He mutters before he cums, hips stuttering for only a moment.
He'll have to hold you for a moment, steadying you both and grounding you.
After that, Katsuki would absolutely make you both shower, probably hauling you there himself if you refuse to move. He's not going to bed sticky and sweaty, not when he could just get you both clean and settle into bed fresh and ready for his early morning. Especially considering how hot he gets at night, even with the custom cooling on his side of the bed.
After getting cleaned up, he's definitely forcing you both to lie down and get ready for bed.
He just sleeps better when you lie down with him.
So basically... Katsuki Bakugo is a perfect husband✨
contents/warnings: mdni, 18+, wk3.7k, angst but fluff, some physical violence at end (not toward reader), fuck u sukuna!
an: big fuck u to sukuna but satoru is here to show that just bc he's a nerd doesn't mean he's a weak ass bitch🤪🩷
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You sleep way longer than you expected, waking the next day after noon. Your face aches, and your head hurts still. Not to mention the growling in your stomach, a product of sleeping through dinner, breakfast and lunch.
You also slept through a couple missed texts.
A couple from Satoru.
[Satoru: Are you alright?]
[Satoru: I don't mean to be overwhelming, but I'm a little worried about you after last night. Just let me know whenever you have a chance if you're alright.]
And one from Shoko.
[Shoko: Girl, Satoru is about to send me and Hime to your house to check on you. You all good?]
You read through the texts, feeling a slight warmth in your heart that they actually noticed. Just one evening and half a day, and they're worried about you.
You text Shoko back that you're okay, not really wanting to explain what happened to your new friend yet. But, you know that Satoru won't let up. He knows enough to have a reason to be worried.
You text him back, hands a little shaky.
[Hey..I'm okay. I'm sorry for worrying you.]
[Satoru: Something's up. Talk to me. I'm here for you, you know that, right?]
[I know. I was sleeping until now. Something did happen but I don't want you to worry.]
[Satoru: What happened?]
You type, then delete, then type, then delete.
[Everything's okay. Don't worry.]
Within a second, your ipad is ringing with an incoming FaceTime. You debate on ignoring it, but you can't bring yourself to leave it. You answer after a few rings.
“Hi, Satoru..” You say, voice soft, with a slight lisp because of your split lip. Your camera is off, but his is on. You can see his white hair, his beautiful eyes unobstructed, the worried furrow of his brows. “I'm on my iPad, so the sound might be quiet..”
“Hey.. What's going on? Talk to me.” He replies, coaxing you out of your shell gently. He looks at the camera, even if yours is off.
“I don't want you to worry..” You protest softly, wondering if maybe he'll just give up.
“Well it's too late for that. I've been worrying since you backed out of our game night.” He says, and you sigh softly. He's not going to let up, and if you keep dodging he's going to get way more worried.
“Things are bad, Satoru…” You finally admit, tearfully. “We fought last night.”
“You fought?” He questions, and the time in your voice tells him it was more than a petty argument. “Did he hurt you?” He asks, voice lowering. You sniff, tears starting to fall now.
“He was mad about my outfit, and that I didn't put my ring on…” You start, voice shaky from choking back the tears. “He was so mad…he broke my phone..”
Satoru pays attention to the screen, waiting to see if maybe you'll turn on the camera, and even if you don't he wants you to see that you are the center of his attention.
“It's okay. Take your time.” He whispers, as he hears your shaky breaths. “Just take a deep breath. I'll wait as long as you need.”
“He was drunk…he said I was probably out…” You pause, unsure if you want to repeat such awful things. “He said I was out..being a whore. Sleeping with people. And when I said I wasn't h-he…he tried to….” You stop, unable to spit it out. Satoru isn't stupid. He knows what you're getting at, and his eyes soften so sympathetically.
“Did he hurt you, hun?” He asks. His voice is so gentle.
“He…he tried to touch me. I freaked out and I-I kicked him…and he punched me..” You finally admit, soft and nervous like you're embarrassed about it. Like you did something wrong and not your piece of garbage husband.
“He what?!” Satoru asks, eyes darkening fast. “Where are you? I'm picking you up.” He says, rushing around his apartment grabbing his shoes and keys.
“No! I look awful!” You protest.
“Turn on your camera.” He says, and it's more demanding than you've ever heard him. He's not asking you, he's telling you because he needs to see the damage. He needs to see what happened while he wasn't there to protect you.
“I'm embarrassed.”
“You're embarrassed that a piece of shit hurt you? You did nothing wrong. Nothing. And even if you DID, there's no excuse for this shit.” He says, sounding angry. Not at you, of course, but you can see the rage boiling behind his eyes. “I'm coming to get you, but I need to know if I need to bring anything.”
“It's not bad, but it doesn't look good..” You say, as if that's going to change his request. All it does is make him more determined.
“Turn it on. You're beautiful, I already know. I just need to check that you're okay.” He begs. “Please? You're scaring me more like this. I'm going to help you, so just..trust me.”
“Okay..” You finally say, knowing there's no way to avoid this. He's getting ready to leave the house, and you know he's coming to get you.
You sigh and turn on the camera finally, and even though it's a little blurrier than it would've been on your phone, he can see you.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” He says, as soon as he sees your busted lip and bruised face. He takes a steadying breath, not wanting to scare you.
He might be a certified nerd, but Satoru has knocked a guy out for being creepy towards his and Suguru’s friends. Satoru may be a dorky streamer, but he's a regular in the gym, especially considering how many strangers follow him with cameras; he never wanted to feel like he couldn't defend himself. After his calming breath, he softens his voice before speaking again.
“That must have been scary.”
You nod, a few more tears slipping out. “I locked myself in the room and he left..I don't even know if he's here now. I-I don't know what to do.”
“I'm going to come get you. We can figure everything else out later. But right now, you need to be safe. Is that okay?” He asks, softly. You nod. “I just need you to pack up some stuff.”
“Pack some stuff?” You ask, confused.
“Some extra clothes. Anything important you'll need for the next day or two. We can get anything else later, we won't let anything get left behind permanently.” He says, as if it's clear. He's getting you out of this house. Now.
He's already starting his car, clipping his phone into a mount as he starts to drive.
“You make it sound like I'm moving out..” You say, furrowing your brows slightly.
His eyes are on the road but he's listening to you.
“You want to stay?”
“No..but we're married. I practically belong to him.”
“You belong to yourself. You're not property. I already promised I'd get you out, and I should've done that before he hurt you.”
“If I divorce him, he'll be so angry…he'll dissolve any partnerships with my family. What if they hate me?” You ask. Would you really care? They've only abused you and bullied you your entire life, but you can't help it. You've been raised as a people pleaser, and beyond that you've been raised to be their perfect doll. Do what you're told, say what you're told, be moldable and obey.
“If they side with him after he hurt you, they're not worth your energy. Family or not. They should protect you.I will.” He vows to you, and even through the spotty connection you can hear his conviction. He's not letting you get hurt again.
“But what about your family? Someone's bound to find out you're the one helping me..” You argue, wanting to protect him. If he were to be put into a scandal because of you, that would be awful.
“I already told my mom about you needing our help. She saw that paparazzi picture, and honestly she's the scariest woman I know when she puts her mind to something, so I know it will be okay.” He reassures. “I'm on my way to get you.”
“You don't have to-”
He interrupts you, quickly. “Stop that. You're not a burden. You're not an inconvenience. I really, really care about you. You don't have to stay at my place, or even Utahime's, I'll get you a room if you're more comfortable. But I'm not letting him hurt you. Not ever again.” He says, and you give up your fight.
He cares.
About you.
Not about appearances, not about a scandal.
He cares about your safety.
After a moment he speaks again. Gentle, kind.
“I'm sorry I interrupted you. I just…I want you to be safe. Can I please take you somewhere safe?”
“Okay…”
You finally get off your bed and start packing up some stuff. Luckily you already have some stuff in your sleepover bag, and while you're from wealth you don't tend to keep too much stuff.
You do, however, bring your secret stash of cash you've saved, just in case this little ‘rebellion’ costs you all your cards. It's not like you really use any money from your family much. Of course, food and necessities must be purchased. But you don't buy yourself very much, aside from clothes here and there.
Especially considering you'd only been freed from the clutches of your parents to be shoved into Sukuna's home, to obey his whims.
As you pack, you hear your heart beating in your ears. You haven't heard Sukuna. You don't know if he's home, but you know if he catches you with all your bags he'll be angry. He'll freak out, and after yesterday you're terrified.
Satoru keeps checking the phone to be sure you're really packing stuff up, but he doesn't push or speak any more yet. He can see your nervous, fast movements. He knows you're probably rushing to make sure you're ready when he arrives.
Your stomach growls, loud enough for him to hear.
“Hungry?” He asks.
You laugh, a little nervously. “Yeah. That's embarrassing. I guess since I slept so long I'm hungrier than I expected.”
“Embarrassing? My stomach growling can be heard halfway across the world. You're fine. We'll get you some food on the way.” He replies, as you zip your duffel bag.
Your bag from the sleepover is filled with clothes, plus all the toiletries you'd packed. Some makeup, a phone charger, your Switch from Satoru.
The other two bags have your money, cards, ID, a few sentimental things and stuffed animals you've kept since childhood. A few decorations from your room that you'd like to keep with you, just in case.
All that's left in the room is furniture and some odd things here and there. Nothing you'd need in the next few days.
“Are you all packed?” Satoru asks. You look at the iPad propped on your bed and see that he's parked, because nothing around the car is moving. “I've been at our drop off spot for a couple minutes. Listen, okay?”
You nod.
“Im going to come to the house. I'm going to stop outside so we can get your bags into the car. Don't be scared, even if he's home, I won't let anything bad happen.”
“N-no! I can walk down the street!” You protest, scared for him. “What if you got hurt? If he's home he'll be angry.”
“Exactly. If he's home he'll be angry. Precisely why I need to be there to come in if you need help. Don't worry about me. I'm not scared of Sukuna.” He says, fully confident. His voice doesn't even waver.
“He’s really strong.” You protest softly.
“You callin me weak?” He teases,
You almost laugh. The tension from everything that's happened makes it hard to get the heavy feeling off your chest, but Satoru's voice is comforting.
“I don't know.. You are kinda dorky, Toru” You joke, relaxing a tiny bit because of his confidence. He doesn't seem scared, and that's somehow helping you.
“Anakin, you're breaking my heart!” He whines, playfully. It's clearly a reference to something he likes, and you know he's trying to keep things light to make you more comfortable.
“I didn't get that reference.” You reply, and he smiles, glancing over at his phone for a moment.
“I figured you wouldn't. Guess we're having a Star Wars marathon soon.” He says, and you realize he's effectively distracted you from your earlier protests. “I'm about to pull up, by the way. You're in your room, right?” He says, and now you know it's too late. He's pulling up.
“I am…Should I come outside?” You ask, nervously.
“There's a car outside.” He warns, giving you details on the environment so you can gauge the safety.
“Just one?”
It might be Sukuna's, which could mean he's here. Or he could be with the driver, since he's often too drunk to drive himself, or just too lazy. He only drives himself when he wants to be a menace to other people on the road.
“Yes. It's dark red.” Satoru replies, trying to be helpful.
“That's his..but he could be with the driver.” You reply.
If he's home, maybe you can just slip out quickly, but if not that's a problem. If he's out, that would give you some well warranted peace.
“Have you heard him today?” Satoru asks softly.
“No..I don't think so. I don't hear him right now.”
Satoru nods. “Okay..well, that's good, maybe he's not home. Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna meet you at the door, and all you have to do is unlock it. I'll take your bags. I'll walk you to the car.”
“If he's home and he sees you he could try to hurt you..”
“Good. Let him try. Put your ipad in your bag. You can keep it connected to the call if you want, so I can hear in case he's home.”
“Okay…I'm putting it in my bag.” You slip it into a big pocket and put in your earbud. You've got one bag over your back, and one on each arm, and you unlock the door. You peek into the hall, seeing his bedroom door closed. You're not sure if he's inside, or if he's gone.
You've never felt your heart beat so frantically. You're scared, but staying here is scarier. Your breath is ragged, hands trembling from adrenaline as you look out of your room.
Satoru is right outside the door, waiting for you.
All you have to do is take the stairs down and meet him.
You take a step into the hall, and before you can stop yourself, you bolt down the stairs like there's fire on your heels. You unlock the door and practically crash into Satoru. He was right there, waiting, so close you suspect his ear was on the door.
Before you can think, you bury yourself into his arms for a hug. A hard, squeezing hug from a girl who's felt like a hostage in her own life for months. The motion causes your bags to fall off of your arms, but you don't care.
You don't worry about Sukuna potentially being home, seeing this unfold.
You just feel safe.
Someone is here to help.
Satoru came to save you, like a modern day knight with fluffy white hair and blue eyes hidden behind glasses.
“Hey,easy, it's alright.” He says, arms wrapping around you and instinctively cradling your head against him. Gentle, not caging.
He smells good, like his cologne and some sort of warm detergent.
You pull away after a second, reaching back to close the door as he bends to pick up your bags. He's in a hoodie, hair tucked in a hat. His glasses are big, hiding his eyes completely.
You see the car he's driving, not his usual car.
“Who's car is that?” You ask, nervously looking over your shoulder to make sure you can't see Sukuna coming through the window. He must not be home.
“It's Suguru's. I was at his place.” He says, finally getting to see your face fully. “Are you in pain? I brought painkillers.” He asks, voice a bit tense like he's holding back his anger. You start walking towards the car, with him following closely behind, looking around to make sure things are okay.
“My head kind of hurts..and the bruise hurts when I move my jaw too much.” You reply.
When you're by the car, Satoru walks with you to the passenger side, taking your bags. As he's placing the bags in the back seat, Sukuna's driver pulls up to the house. Sukuna is already climbing out as it stops, chest puffed, ready for a fight.
“Who the hell are you?” He booms, and you flinch. Satoru places a gentle hand on your arm and turns to you quickly. The passenger door is open, and he braces one hand on it.
“Get in the car. Don't worry, just get in. You're okay.” He reassures, turning to Sukuna.
You nod, hands trembling, climbing into the car quickly.
Satoru is still hidden behind his hat and his sunglasses, and it's clear that Sukuna doesn't recognize him yet.
“You did that to her?” Satoru booms, and his voice is deeper and harsher than you've ever heard. It's almost intimidating, if you hadn't heard the gentle reassurances he mumbled to you before.
Sukuna walks closer, not deterred at all. “That's my wife.” He barks.
He yells out your name, towards the car, commanding. “Get out and come inside.” He demands.
“Don’t demand shit from her.” Satoru replies, seething. He approaches Sukuna before he can come closer to the car. “You did that to her?”
You're turned, watching what you can through the window and the mirrors. The driver window is cracked slightly, allowing sound to come in easier.
“Who the hell are you to ask me about my private business?” Sukuna demands, getting up in Satoru's face. “You her fucking boyfriend or something?” Satoru doesn't flinch back, or get scared. In fact, it looks like he stands taller.
He doesn't give Sukuna the satisfaction from responding to the comments.
“You won't touch her again.” Satoru says simply.
A threat.
“Oh yeah? Says the pussy in the ball cap and sunglasses?” Sukuna replies, condescendingly. This sky smirk spreads across his face, as if he's picturing a victory. “What're you gonna do about it?”
“I'm trying to avoid scaring her.” Satoru says, lowly.
Sukuna laughs and lunges for a punch. Satoru dodges it, fast enough that it's surprising.
He's quick, like he's not only well versed in the gym, but some form of fighting or defense as well.
He punches Sukuna hard, square in the jaw. His fist slams into Sukuna's face with a crack, and for a moment Sukuna stumbles.
You gasp, shocked to see Satoru getting physical like this, but completely blindsided by the sight of someone standing up to Sukuna.
Sukuna is clearly shocked, too, but he tries not to let it show.
“Fuck you.” Sukuna grunts, before trying to go in for another punch. Satoru almost dodges it, but Sukuna manages to graze his head.
Satoru grabs Sukuna by the shirt, yanking him forward and punching him in the jaw once again. He shoves him towards the ground, Sukuna stumbling and falling with a smack.
“Next time I won't be so nice. Leave her the fuck alone.” Satoru sneers, glasses slipping down slightly. He adjusts them, hoping for your sake that Sukuna doesn't recognize his eyes. There will be time for that later.
He turns to the car, with Sukuna catching his breath.
“I'm not fuckin done with you.” Sukuna barks, as Satoru grabs the handle of the driver's side door.
He doesn't reply. Just slides into the car, locks the door, and begins to drive.
He immediately looks over to you, checking that you're okay.
“I'm really sorry you had to see that.” He apologizes, double checking your seatbelt. He stops at a light and buckles his own belt.
“You really punched him. For me?” Your voice is small. Soft not because you're scared of him, but enamored. “Thank you..for helping me.”
“He never should've hurt you. I can't stand pieces of trash who think that's okay. He deserves a lot more, but I need to protect you first.” He says.
“He hit you, too. Are you okay?” You question, hoping he didn't get hurt for you.
“That was barely a graze. I'm just fine.” He looks at you reassuringly. “Are you okay with going back to my place, maybe ordering something to eat? Ijichi will bring Suguru to get his car back later.”
“Your place is good.” You reply.
He drives in silence for a little bit, obviously thinking. He keeps checking on you, though, making sure you're okay, making sure you're not rattled.
When he pulls up to his house, he parks the car and helps you out, taking the bags for you. You head up to his door, familiar from last time.
Once you're inside, he sets you up on the couch. He lets you order food, brings comfy blankets, and you pick a show to watch. He even brings his switch to the couch so you can play together if you want.
He helped you ice your cheek a bit, telling you that tomorrow you'll use a warm compress to help the bruise heal. He says it's something he learned in karate and self defense classes he's taken over the years.
“I'll never let him touch you again. You know that, right?” Satoru reassures, voice full of conviction, watching you ice your cheek on his couch, food on the table in front of you.
“You're not worried?” You ask, mind swirling with so many nervous thoughts.
“About what?”
“Scandals. Or..maybe him trying to fight you again?”
“I don't care about scandals. If helping my friend out of an abusive house is a scandal, then people can say what they want. And next time I want him to know it's me before I knock him out.” He replies, confidence not faltering for even a moment.
Before you can protest again, he puts a hand on your shoulder.
“Stop thinking this is a problem. Nothing about you is a problem to me. I told you I'd help you. Just trust me, okay?”
You nod, finally taking a breath and trying to relax.
You don't know what Sukuna is doing, what he plans, or what is in store, but tonight, you're safe.
Im writing the next chapter of Run to you!!! I'm 3k words in so far & I'm trying to finish it up soon😮💨
So if you're looking for an update, I promise I'm here and I'm working on getting it out for you lovelies!
I also tackled a few requests recently (I still have some, so if yours is waiting, I promise I'll get there) so I have a little more room to work on updates for run to you.
Idea for you, if it's not your cup of tea, please feel free to skip!
Fatgum's s/o doesn't feel like they're enough for them. Their quirk isn't strong enough, they keep messing up, they even feel like they're not satisfying either of them in the bedroom. So they ask to end the relationship, what do you think would happen?
fatgum comfort 🥢🍱
fatgum/ taishiro toyomitsu x gn!partner!reader
contents: wc552, comfort, gender neutral reader, all fluff no smut
an: I like the idea that fatgum is a super supportive partner and that man is soooo finnneeee. I should write for him more🥲
When you approach him, asking him to talk, he's a little nervous, but he plays it cool.
You rattle off your concerns.
You don't think your quirk is strong enough to be comparable to him. You don't think you're good enough for him, always messing things up. You feel like he deserves better, and you can't shake that self doubt.
Not to mention in the bedroom, you're insecure that you're not satisfying him, and it's led to you being less sexually active with him than you would be if you weren't so insecure. You feel like he deserves better there, too.
You unload all of these concerns onto him, and end it with ‘and that's why I'm breaking up with you, Taishiro.’
He's completely shocked for a moment, trying to process everything. His yellow eyes soften, like a confused puppy dog.
Breaking up.
Those words are like knives to his chest.
“Wait, let me get this straight. So, it's not that you don't want to be with me?” He asks, trying to piece it all together.
It's not that you don't care about him, it's not that the love has died. It's that you're trying to decide what's best for him, and for some reason you think that doesn't include you.
“You just deserve better.” You reply.
“So, you're saying you think I deserve better, so you're giving up on the love we've built?” He says, searching your face for answers.
He sees the insecurity, and he knows he needs to stop this before it gets worse. He can't let you turn away from your relationship because you think he deserves better. All he wants is you.
“That's not how this works, baby. We don't just quit on each other when it gets rough.” He says, reaching for your hand tentatively.
You don't want to reply, so he doesn't hear the way your voice might shake.
“You're my partner. We're in this together. Even when you feel like you're not enough.” He reassures.
He tries to kiss your forehead, testing if you allow him.
“Please don't run from me. Don't give up the will to fight for us. I love you. Everything about you. From your mistakes, to your success. I love the way you talk, the way you look, every single touch you've ever given me. Frankly I wonder if I'm enough for you some days.” He says, eyes softening as he talks to you, running a nervous hand through his blonde hair.
“You're Fatgum, you rescue countless people.” You reply.
“And you're who I choose to come home to. My person.” He replies, final. “I spend half my days as a hero being a human shield. Why wouldn't I protect the person I love?”
Finally, you let out a sigh and he pulls you into a hug.
No running.
Not when he's right here to love you through every single insecurity you face.
“Now let's go get something to eat, yeah?” He says, kissing the side of your head.
“You're always hungry.” You say with a soft laugh, and he smiles.
“Hey, I lost a pound due to stress just now. Don't scare me like that again.” He scolds playfully, and you nod.
At least you know he won't go down without a fight, (but Fatgum never does.)
contents: wc1.3k, 18+, mention of oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), praise, whiny service top stain ;)
an: I wrote this for this request! I hope you enjoyyyy <3 I know my last Stain fic ruffled some feathers but idc I'm glad you enjoyed enough to want more😝 (and there's 0 dubcon or cnc in this one sooo I think we're safe)
Chizome Akaguro becoming a ridiculously whiny mess for his favorite hero?????
Before he actually felt your walls around him, he could tease you and hold onto some semblance of control. He'd just eaten you out, long tongue thrusting in and out of you feverishly.
“Do as I say and you'll feel true bliss.” He teased, breath ghosting over your cunt. You'd done as he said, holding your climax back when he'd said, stilling your hips when he'd asked. You'd bucked into his mouth, moaning and chasing your orgasm. He'd eaten it up with stars in his eyes, of course. He always goes crazy when he makes you feel good, but it's usually still in a dominant way.
But as soon as he hears you gasp the first time while the head of his cock is pushing through your entrance, he's lost himself. Something about being inches from your face as your eyes furrow together in pleasure and concentration undoes him.
He'd do anything to hear that sound. He'd do anything you ask. He immediately melts into putty.
He doesn't even push deeper, just enjoys the feeling of your cunt clenching around his tip.
“More..” You ask, rolling your hips into him, planting your feet into the bed to give you more leverage.
“You don't have to chase me. I'll give you everything.” He rasps.
He pushes in further, inch by inch, and you're gasping as he sinks in deep.
“Does that make you feel good?” He asks, sliding his length into you and scanning your face to make sure you're enjoying yourself.
You nod. “Yes..so good.” You breathe, encouraging him.
“Tell me what to do..” He whines. “Please, please..tell me what you want.” You're not used to hearing him sound so desperate like this, and it sets something inside you on fire.
“I want you to move…” You encourage, breath catching.
He begins to thrust in and out, moaning as he sees the way it affects you. The way your eyes lose focus, the way you gasp and moan and squirm.
“Can I touch you here?” He asks, hands ghosting over your chest. You nod, quickly.
“Please..”
He leans into your neck and licks across your skin, earning a gasp from you. His hands travel more now, chasing every drop of pleasure, and you're losing yourself.
“Tell me how you feel.” He begs, voice raspy and breathy.
“Amazing…this is perfect.” You encourage, and he moans like just the thought of you enjoying yourself is sending him over the edge.
“You're tightening around me. Fuck..you're getting closer, aren't you?” He asks, voice cracking just a bit like he's biting back his moans to speak.
Your fingers clawing into his hips and pulling him deeper is your reply, and he responds quickly. His hips snap into yours faster, harder, and the sounds tumbling out of his mouth become more and more desperate.
“Fuck, Chizome, I'm gonna cum” You warn, and his eyes light up like it's Christmas. His name on your lips and the way you look like you're falling apart is destroying him.
“Cum for me. Please, cum around my cock.” He's begging you, as if he's the one begging to cum. You finally release, walls clenching around him and sucking him in deeper. But the feeling isn't what's putting hero killer Stain in a trance, it's the look on your face.
Pure bliss.
Complete ecstasy.
He did that for you. He gave you a release that put that beautiful look on your face.
And he needs more.
As you're coming down from your climax, he's bringing his long tongue to trace around your tits, before sucking the nipple into his mouth.
You gasp, and it makes his heart stutter. Pretty sounds, all for him. He made you make those sounds. It's addicting.
He starts thrusting in and out again, and you're moaning more and more desperately.
“You didn't cum?” You ask, panting.
He's cum in his pants while eating you out before. And yeah, when you sucked him off he didn't last unbelievably long, so you'd expect after one round he'd be done.
But no.
Chizome isn't stopping until he's sure you've had enough.
Until there's nothing in that perfect little hero brain of yours. It's what you deserve for working so hard.
“No.” He thrusts in harder now. “You want more, don't you? You can still cum more.” He pants into your neck, and you grip his hair hard.
“Fuck, it feels so good, Chizome.” You moan. He's already practically drooling against your neck, nosing the soft skin and panting.
“I want to make you feel good.” He murmurs, and you arch your back as he grips your hips harder. You need him deeper.
“Chizome..” You breathe. Hearing your name on his lips is the sweetest sound. He whimpers in the back of his throat.
“Yes, yeesss, baby..” He replies, a desperate whiny tone taking over this once intimidating man.
“I want it from behind.”
You've barely finished your request before he's flipped you over, hands on your hips.
“Can I have a pillow?” You ask, and he immediately grabs one.
“Where do you need it?” He asks, already prepared to do whatever it takes to give you the utmost pleasure.
“Right here.” You say, guiding his hands to place the pillow under your stomach.
He thrusts in and you moan, earning a desperate whine from him.
“Yes..keep moaning. You sound divine. ‘s like a song..” He's completely pussy drunk, lost in you. He slurring his words, going completely stupid.
You bury your face in the bed below you for a moment, and he almost growls in protest.
“No….no, don't hide the sounds..” He whines, and you turn your head, and he leans forward to brush hair from your face and admire you.
“You're so good, Chizome..” You praise, and fuck, you've completely destroyed this man.
His thrusts are harder, wilder, more feral and less controlled. He feels that you're getting closer, and he's fighting every single cell in his body trying to hold his own orgasm back.
“Please cum, please, I need to see it again….” He begs, hands gripping your hips, before he's snaking one around to your clit because he just can't stop touching you. His long fingers rub tight circles on the bundle of nerves, just the pace that drives you crazy. He's gotten good with his fingers and his tongue, and he always remembers exactly what to do to make you go crazy.
You're so close now, walls tightening around him. You can't hold it back anymore, the pleasure tightening in your belly is overwhelming. You cum, moaning out praises and his name.
Finally, he can't stop himself.
He lets go, still rubbing your clit even as you jump and twitch from the overstimulation. He loves the way your moans hitch, little hiccups that are a cross between ‘its too much’ and ‘give me more.’
“Thank you.” He murmurs as he cums, breathing labored. When he pulls out and rolls you over, his eyes are half lidded and dazed, like he lost his mind a little bit while he was fucking you.
“We have to get cleaned up..” You say, cringing just a little as you feel his seed dripping out of you.
It's probably all types of wrong, letting a villain fill you up. But there's no time to think about that right now.
All he hears is ‘clean me up’, even if that's not exactly what you said. He lowers himself, long chin slowly disappearing between your legs. and begins licking up your combined arousal.
“What are you doing?” You ask, gasping and twitching a little as he brushes past your sensitive clit.
“You wanted to be cleaned up.” He replies, as if stating an obvious fact.
You voiced the desire to be clean, so he's going to lap up every last drop if you'll let him.
Literally LOVED the stain fic and had a slightly related request but ik you got backlash for it so no pressure if you dont take this butttttt
I loved the idea that stain would be THAT obsessed with pleasuring pro-hero reader and I immediately thought like. Potential whiny service top?? 👀 like the second hes inside its just the craziest switchup ever
Also ive binge-read like five of your mha fics in a row and youre genuinely really good 😭
I'm so happy you liked my stain fic bc it definitely got me backlash but i enjoyed it anyway and I'm glad some others did too.
Also thank you so much for reading literally anything I've written it means so much to meeee!!!💞💞
I wrote a lil somethin for this request linked right hereee!!! 😜
Can you do one where the LOV men (PLEASE ADD MY SCRUMPTIOUS MAN MR COMPRESS) Where they let the GN reader be in control when they makeout saying they could take it and mid makeout the gn reader picks them up against the wall making they legs wrap around them and the gn reader kissed them harder, something the guys didn’t expect (yes the LOV boys could not, the men were a whimpering crying mess) and like the reader was a taller stronger hero and mute (because like I never seen a mute reader but it’s perfectly fine if you don’t add it) and this was like at night hiding from others (they didn’t get caught)
Hi hi hi hi!
I did it right here!
Thank you for your request. I had a lot of fun!
I know I didn't really make reader a hero, but I tried to address everything I could! I hope you enjoy! ((And the scrumdiddlyumptious compress deserves way more love!!!😭😭)
contents: wc2k total; mild nsfw (stops at heated make out); gender neutral reader, mute!reader (not mentioned whether it's selective/medical/quirk related- up to interpretation.) making out, reader taking control, reader stronger or bigger than character.
an: I tried to hit all the points of this request, except reader isn't explicitly stated as a hero or villain, but some do imply that it wouldn't be weird to see them at the hideout. Buuuut I had a lot of fun writing these little drabbles. I don't always do gn!reader, and I've never done a mute reader so that was a nice challenge.
Dabi-
Dabi would try to play it cool until the last minute.
After texting you back and forth, teasing more and more, he finally half heartedly agreed to letting you take control. You met up, sneaking into dabi’s room at his hideout when everyone else was preoccupied. When you come in, he's watching you expectantly.
“I don't think you can handle bossing me around.” He says as you lock the door. You shoot him a look, and walk forward. He stands up, in an effort to feel taller, even though you're taller than him anyway.
‘try me’ You sign. Dabi understands. He learned even if you don't sign often. He takes communication with you however he can get it, even if some days it's just looks. (Not that he would admit how much attention he pays.)
You don't waste any more time, knowing there's usually some chaos interrupting things in his hideout. So, you step forward and pull him into a kiss. It's heated, and a little sloppy, but you're threading your hand through his hair and taking charge. He tried to stand tall, to act like he's untouchable, but he quickly melts in your hands. Your tongue explores his mouth confidently, and he responds to each movement. You back him up, towards a wall, knocking something off a table. He stumbles and you take that opportunity to lift him, pressing his back into the wall. His legs naturally wrap around you and he whimpers. Actually just whimpers pathetically into you.
He can't even pretend to be nonchalant anymore, he's just panting and moaning into the kiss, as you tug on his hair to encourage him to deepen the kiss. He's desperate, whining into your mouth as he kisses you back more frantically, hands holding onto your shoulders.
You're interrupted by a banging on the door.
“Meeting in 10.” Tomura shouts, raspy voice echoing in the empty building.
You pull away, making sure he's planted firmly on the ground.
“Consider me proven wrong.. you've got some fire in you.” Dabi says, bringing a hand up to brush against his kiss-swollen lips.
You quickly straighten up, raising your brows at Dabi with a smile that says ‘told you so.’
You smile, and then you're off, sneaking away before anyone can catch you making out with the big bad Dabi.
Mr. Compress-
Now, Atsuhiro Sako is a man with a flair for the dramatic. So, of course, he believed he would be in charge when you first started seeing each other. And usually he is, despite your larger stature than him.
But this time, he's agreed to let you take charge, to see if you can handle all his dramatics.
When you enter the room, he's in his villain outfit, still with the mask covering his face.
He turns, placing his hat on a table. “Ah, so the curtain rises on our show, hm?”
You don't answer, you never speak, but Mr. Compress learned how to read you, and he learned the other forms of communication you use.
You smile a little, but you're wrapped up in the desire, the tension. He's teased you too much, and you're fed up. He takes off his mask, and you don't waste time with formalities. You step forward and plant a kiss to his lips, pulling away for just a moment to build the tension.
“My, my. This might be entertaining.” He praises, before your lips are on his again. This time, you deepen the kiss, bringing your hand to his messy hair to tug, and that finally forces a moan from his throat. He kisses back with the same level of passion, letting you guide him. You back him into a wall, grabbing his thighs and hiking them up so he'll wrap his legs around your waist. You're bigger than him, stronger. He knew it, but it catches him off guard just how much stronger you are. It's not often he's the one left speechless.
His gasp is swallowed by you, but you keep kissing him, tongue beginning its dance with his. The kiss is wild now, sloppy and messy because you just can't pull away from each other. Your tongues move together in tandem, a hidden performance just for the two of you. He's getting more and more worked up, a flush on his pale cheeks and his breath quickening. Your fingers on the underside of his thigh tighten, digging into the skin. He whimpers, involuntarily bucking up for a second as he feels himself getting more and more worked up. He's not even trying to hide his pathetic sounds now, just squeaking out little moans as you kiss.
The sound of footsteps down the hall makes you break away from him. You're both breathing heavy, but you have this confidence about you now.
“Act 2. I'm taking center stage.” He says, catching his breath. You smirk, eyes gleaming with a ‘yeah, right.’ before you run off, not wanting to explain your little hookups just yet.
Mr Compress watches you go, heart thudding in his chest.
Tomura Shigaraki-
He wouldn't be very good at dominating in a scenario like this, so you'd already have the upper hand. He'd be nervous, having hurt so many with his quirk he'd be scared to hurt you. But you're not scared of him. You never have been. Especially since you can both sit in silence, playing games side by side, for hours.
He has a sort of fascination with hands, so the moment he saw that you can speak to him, using sign language, he started learning. It wasn't only to communicate with you, because sometimes you skipped the signs completely. It also gave him a sort of positive thing to do with his hands, and made him a little more comfortable in that aspect.
When you were playing games with him on this particular night, in his room today, you'd been dropping subtle hints that he wasn't picking up. You sat closer to him, let your legs brush, held eye contact a little too long. Finally, he gets irritated at the game and huffs out complaints.
You move in, distracting him with a kiss that makes him pause. You've done it before, but he still treads carefully every time. He's bossy, but inexperienced, and that shows when he gets so flustered so easily.
“Oh, do you want to kiss?” He asks, reaching for the gloves he has as he stands up.
The gloves only cover a few fingers, something he uses to try to keep his quirk from accidentally going off. He doesn't need them, he's gotten good at keeping a finger or two away from everything he touches, but with you he's scared.
He's not going to need them this time, though. You know you can keep his hands up easily. You pull him into a kiss again, and when you pull away he's flushed.
“My gloves..” He says but you shake your head.
“You're not scared?” He asks, his voice a raspy whisper. You shake your head again, looking into those nervous red eyes. You pull him into you again, this time hoisting him up as you back him into the wall. You break the kiss as his back hits the wall, and he gasps.
“H-hey! Why so rough?” He complains, but there's a teasing to it. His arms are up, trying to keep his hands away from you. You use your body to support his weight against the wall, and bring a hand up to grab his wrists, effectively trapping his hands above his head and against the wall. He keeps his fingers apart, a life long habit to make sure all 5 fingertips aren't touching.
Giving up control seems to affect him, because Tomura turns into a mess. He completely falls apart as soon as you have him pinned. His cheeks are flushed, his breath is quickening and he's looking at you like you're everything.
You capture his lips in a kiss again, deepening it, swallowing every whimper and moan that escapes from his lips. You pull away after awhile to breathe, but he leans in to bring you back to the kiss. He's desperate, somehow feeling more free after giving up control. When he gets too frantic, you kiss him slower, encouraging him to savor it. Just as he's fully losing himself, wanting so badly to see where else this could go, he hears Spinner, a little ways down the hall.
“Has anyone seen Shigaraki?” His voice echoes. “We're supposed to go grab this game.”
Toga giggles. “Do you even have the money for that?”
“I didn't say we're gonna buy it.” Spinner replies.
“Five finger discount! Call the authorities!” Twice replies, always battling between his two personalities.
Tomura sighs, and you slowly allow him to stand.
“I don't want to stop.” He admits, almost shyly. You smile, turning to walk away, before stopping by the door to turn and sign one word to him.
‘Tomorrow.'
He smiles quickly before taking a breath and fixing his appearance and exiting the room.
“Spinner, our games done. Let's go.”
Twice-
Jin would be pretty interested in the idea of you taking charge. And as someone who's treated differently due to his split personalities, he always treated you equally. He talks enough for the both of you anyway, so he never really minded the quiet.
You're the only one he can really be around without his mask on. You're enough comfort for him to not lose his mind, on the easy days at least.
Sometimes this means kissing with the mask half-on. Sometimes this means mask off, but you're both under a blanket.
Intimacy is weird sometimes.
This time, his mask is off, it's one of the lucky times he's just so pent up that he doesn't even have time to second guess anything. You barely made it into a dark alleyway before you two started touching each other, backing up towards the alley. You pull away to kiss his neck and he whines.
“They'll be looking for me..” He says, before he has a momentary split. “We've got all the time in the world!”
You silence his mind with a kiss to his lips again, and after that all he can think is you. Touching you, responding to your kiss. You deepen the kiss, and he tries to hook a leg around you to pull you even closer. That gives you the confidence you need to press him against the wall, his other leg coming up to hook around you too. He's never been dominated like this before, and you can tell it's just what he needed.
He quickly begins moaning into your mouth as you kiss him, and let a hand travel across his body. He grabs onto whatever he can. Your shoulders, your hair, your face, anything because he just can't make up his mind.
He wants to be worried that someone will see. He should be worried. He's not supposed to be sneaking off with you to make out and grind against your waist in dark alleyways, but you just make it so inticing.
“Jin!” You hear Toga call out. She's got to be a street over or so, her voice is quiet.
You pull away for a second and he shakes his head.
“No, no, please. C'mon just one more minute.” He begs, and you smile, giving in and kissing him again. He makes a little whimper in the back of his throat that you just adore. He lets you take the lead, but every single little encouragement from you is responded to eagerly.
You hear Togas voice closer this time. “Jiiinnn, cmon! We gotta get back to Tomura!” She calls out. He sighs. He knows he has to go.
If he leaves her out here alone she'll get into trouble, and he's always looked out for her.
You make him stand, slipping his mask back over his head. He smiles softly at you, at that comfort you give him, and you straighten up, like you two weren't just swapping spit in the alley like some animals.
Toshinori worshipping you after a hard day at work
NSFW, 18+!! MDNI. My masterlist
contents: wc1.3k, fem!reader, bad day at work comfort <3, p in v (unprotected), praise, body worship, established relationship, bf!toshinori, tired/overworked!reader
an: i wrote this for this ask!!! I hope everyone enjoys it because I love Toshinori & any day I get to write that caring ass man makes me fuzzy hehe
“You look sad.” Toshinori comments, as soon as you walk in. Your shoulders are slumped, and you've got that look on your face. The ‘i had a shitty fucking day’ look. And the way you walk carefully, like your feet are killing you.
Yeah, he's got to fix this.
You sigh, shrugging your shoulders. “Long day.” You murmur. “Fucking stupid..”
He immediately comes forward, taking your purse without question, setting it on a table before scooping you up into his arms. You'd think he'd take it easier, considering he's getting older too and he's already strained so much working as a hero so long.
But, no. He still acts like you're a damsel in distress and big, strong AllMight needs to rescue you.
“Toshinori, what are you doing?” You question, almost laughing but still angry from work. He smells like his cologne and shampoo, and it's comforting, even if your bad mood can't be shaken.
“Carrying you to the couch so I can take off your shoes.” He replies, matter of factly. As if carrying you bridal style needs no explanation. He sets you down on the couch, immediately crouching down to help you out of your shoes, soft yellow hair falling into his face. “Do your feet hurt, baby?” He asks.
You nod, leaning into the couch and sighing.
His eyes soften watching his poor girl, so tired after working so hard.
“Yeah.. Today was awful.” You admit.
“Tell me about it, love. And then you can shower, and we'll watch whatever you want.” He says, gently placing your foot back down and sliding onto the couch next to you.
You begin your rant, and like always, he listens.
You tell him about all the stupid things that happened. How you got yelled at for something that wasn't even your fault, how others caused you to fall behind, how you had to work overtime to make up for other’s slacking. He just rubs your shoulder, listening intently, speaking when you leave him the opening to reply. He reassures you, but also just listens. Really listens. He takes in how it must affect you, and acts accordingly. When you've finally vented it all out, he takes your chin between his fingers and gently guides you into a quick kiss.
“I think you need a shower, your favorite movie, and I'll make us some warm drinks. Does that sound okay?” He asks, gently. “I'll make the couch up nice and comfy for you.”
You nod, wanting nothing more than to curl up with him. He helps you off the couch, ever the doting boyfriend, and you go get ready for a shower. Your favorite pajamas are clean on the bed, he'd made sure they were ready when you texted him about working late.
You shower, washing away the day, letting your stress melt away under the hot water. By the time you're out of the shower, the couch has blankets and pillows, and there's drinks on the coffee table for you.
He hears the bathroom door open, and he strides over to meet you, with your drink in hand.
“I am here!” He announces playfully. “To dry your hair..” He says, and you smile softly. He's so caring, so kindhearted, always worrying about you. You almost want to tell him that you can do it yourself, and he must see it in your eyes, because he speaks up again. “No arguing, young lady.”
You finally laugh. “Okay.” He hands you your drink, and you take it.
He smiles, warm and comforting, the corners of his crinkling.
Once he's dried your hair, and you sipped on your drink, you already feel the frustration of the day dissipating. You curl up on the couch with him, spooning comfortably. He turns on y mmour favorite comfort movie, and you both sit, curled up in each other.
He's warm, and his breath ghosts against your neck. You can't help but push back against him a little, and he can't help but let his hands wander. His large hands run up and down your body, squeezing your hip every so often. Towards the middle of the movie, he's not paying any attention to the screen.
He's started kissing your cheek, your shoulder, your hair. His hands travel lower, slipping between your thighs.
“You're so beautiful..” He praises softly. “And so strong, baby.”
Your breath quickens as his fingers splay across your stomach, taking his time feeling every inch of your skin.
“I'm so proud of you.” He murmurs. The praise makes you heat up. It always does, something about his voice paired with the true adoration in his tone always makes you melt. “Let me make you feel good.”
You don't need words, or any affirmations for him. He knows what you need.
Soon, he's slipping your clothes off, lifting you when he needs to to help strip you. You try to offer help, and he smacks your hand away. “Ah-ah. You relax.” He scolds.
He removes his clothes, too, still spooning naked with you. He ruts in between your thighs, his hardened tip coming to slip between your folds every so often.
You're getting more worked up, feeling his cock slip easier between your lips each thrust.
“So wet for me. Let me take care of you, baby.” He murmurs in your ear, voice a low rumble. It makes goosebumps spread up your arms.
He slides his hand between your thighs, fingers finding your clit to begin rubbing lazily.
“So perfect. My amazing girl.” He praises in your ear, just as he lines his cock up with your entrance.
“Fuck…please, Toshi.” You whine, begging for him to fill you up. He hums in approval, loving how sweet you sound begging him like that.
“Shh, shh. Don't rush, beautiful.” He says, slowly, ever so slowly pushing his hard length into you. Inch by inch he buries himself in you, and by the time he's bottomed out you're already arching your back into him.
“Good girl. My good girl. Just relax for me.” He encourages you softly.
He wastes no time before starting to thrust, long and slow. Every so often, he bottoms out and bucks his hips against you, pushing impossibly deeper.
“You feel perfect around me.” His voice is getting raspier.
It doesn't take long until you're a whimpering mess, moaning as he lazily thrusts in and out. His breath is catching, but he continues praising you.
He thrusts harder, picking up the pace a little but still keeping his lazy energy. You just turn your brain off, focus on the feeling of his cock burying itself inside you, prodding that sensitive spot inside.
You feel the pressure rising, and his hands all over your body heighten your pleasure. It's like you're buzzing with desire, and you know before long you'll finally release.
He loves to touch you, everywhere he can reach, almost like he's worshiping every inch. When he feels you tightening around him, he whispers praises into your ear more, even as his voice begins to shake. He's holding back his own climax, wanting desperately for you to cum before him. He needs to feel your walls tighten around him, to know he's allowed you that pleasure after your bad day.
“That's it..” He praises, just a broken whisper against your skin. “Let go. Please, angel, cum for me.” He begs, voice turning into what sounds like a whimper at the end.
You can't hold back anymore, finally giving into the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You hear him growl in his throat, determined to fuck you through your orgasm. He does, and then, he moans and pulls out just in time to paint you with his load, dripping around the curve of your ass. He hums when he sees the sight.
“You're so perfect..” His voice is breathy now, and you're just in a state of bliss. He gets up, just to grab things to clean you up. His hands are careful, and gentle, just making sure you're completely clean and comfortable.
“Thank you, Toshi.” You say softly, and he just leans to kiss your forehead.
“Shh. Don't thank me. This is my job.” He replies. “I am here. Always.”
Can I have some Toshinori x reader where readers just having a god awful day like her feet hurt from work people yelled at her for falling behind on the workload EVEN THOUGH IT WASNT EVEN HER FAULT and she had to do overtime anyways so she just wants to curl up with toshi and watch a good comfort movie with a nice warm drink. I wouldn’t mind if toshi towards the end of the movie got kind of handsy and had a nice lazy fuck on the couch in a spooning position while he whispered praises into her ear till his voice begins to slightly shake with his approaching climax (this totally isn’t just because I had a lousy day at my stupid retail job and could use something slow and a lil bit rough 🚬😮💨) IF YOU WANNA CHANGE IT OR ADD ANYTHING YOU CAN I LOVE YOUR WORK AND YOUR STAIN FIC HAD ME BLUSHING AT WORK 😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️
AHHHHHHH I did itttt. Toshinori you have my hearrttt😭♥️♥️
I know its late buuutt I hope Toshinori can comfort you after shitty work days. I'm glad some of my works can provide distraction, thank you for requesting bc I lovveeee writing toshi 🥺😭♥️
