This series contains: gn/ afab reader, spoilers, angst, canon typical violence, cussing, smut
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|\/\/\| fun house |/\/\/|
It’s beginning to get cold.
Raindrops have trickled through the ceilings of every hideout you’ve stayed in for the past month. In the crisp autumn air, you’ve taken to layering more clothes and throwing a few extra blankets over your sleeping mat.
Today, grey clouds give way to a black night. The mist and rain have cleared. It’s a nice break, even if it leaves the air more biting than usual. You don’t mind it though, as long as you can still warm up at the end of the day. Spinner works to light the fireplace beneath the crumbling mantle in the house you’ve all been squatting in for a few days. It could be worse, at least this spot’s cozy.
Eri has adjusted as well. Initially, she was relieved to leave the Yakuza headquarters. Beyond that, you found that she was still a bit apprehensive of the group, seeing the league of villains as an extension of where she came from. Also, she's smart. She knows she was taken here because of her quirk and the potential to create a weapon with it (although, half the group including you just saw a child in distress and wanted to save her from whatever was happening.)
“Let’s just get it over with then,” Shigaraki decided. "The sooner the quirk blocking bullets are produced in a lab, the sooner she can be safe from anyone else."
After Toga drew a small vile of Eri's blood, Compress brought her a ton of candy, and Twice made her whatever toys she wanted. Tomura said he’d pass it off to some doctor but that’s all he’ll need. She kept eyeing him skeptically, given that his quirk is similar to Overhaul's you can see why. You can tell he hasn't interacted with many children, but he made an effort to reassure her. Sitting on his knees to be at her level, he promised her that no one will hurt her again and she’s free to be a normal kid now, whatever that means to her. That took a while to set in, but she's getting there.
Then came the small issue no one had thought through: none of you actually know how to take care of a kid now that you have one.
Everything Shigaraki and Dabi thought they knew is massively skewed. Both want so badly to give her a good childhood but don't know where to start. They were the first two eliminated from having babysitting shifts. After that, they took to hanging around the general area looking like they want to help but have no idea how to interact with a child.
Toga and Twice were the next eliminated. Both are excited to spend time with Eri, but easily distracted. Fortunately, it became quickly apparent she doesn’t really need anyone to sit and watch her all day as long as there is still someone around when she needs something. With what little you know of her past, you've found that the constant attention was overwhelming for her anyways. At first she was afraid of asking for anything, but she's getting better at it and, more importantly, you're all getting better at preemptively checking in on her. She mostly keeps to herself, reading books and playing games on Spinner’s switch when he’s not using it. He plays games with her every evening now, which has been nice to watch her opening up to someone.
You’ve all started seeing Eri as a little sister, even Dabi who was the most concerned about the idea of having a child around the league at first. Hearing the bits and pieces of what she’s shared about her life, he caved quickly and has now become her biggest supplier of stuffed animals. Some are a little charred around the edges but she doesn’t seem to mind. Having her around seems to be helping morale.
After the league reunited, you’ve all had a lot more downtime. Time to plan. Think. Exist, even. In spite of the chilly autumn weather, you’ve resumed visiting demolished buildings to calm your nerves. Tomura, who you’ve now been calling by his first name (at least outside of meetings), usually goes with you. Things have been heating up with him now, at least in private. Typically, when he joins you, the two of you talk through the whole walk before spending most of the evening sitting quietly together. Nearly always ending up in each other’s arms before the night ends. Sometimes you just leave to find somewhere secluded to make out without any intention of pretending to do anything else.
This morning he subtly asked if you’d go somewhere new with him tonight, whispering quietly enough that no one else in the house could hear the two of you talking. None of the league knows what you’re up to, but you know they all have their suspicions by now. Both of you have been walking around with kiss chapped lips for weeks after sneaking off together.
Yesterday Toga asked how long you’ve been dating Tomura and you weren’t sure what to say. It’s not exactly like you’re dating, but you have feelings for him and they seem to be reciprocated. Why else would he spend almost every evening with you? Unless he only finds you attractive, wants to makeout with someone every night, and you just happen to be around. That would explain why he hasn’t let anyone else in the league know.
In any case, you’re leaving around ten or eleven on what may or may not be a date and you aren’t really sure how to ask about that without potentially making things weird for everyone. As much as you’d love to say that doesn’t stress you out and that you’d be fine just making out with him every night without any idea of where it’s leading, you dwell on it all day.
As soon as you’re around him, all weird feelings dissolve. Tomura waves goodbye to Eri on the way out the door before letting Spinner know the two of you will be out on a mission late tonight. Given that he’d never go on any mission without his hands and the fact that he’s specifically kept you as far from harm as possible, this isn’t the most believable lie. Spinner plays along anyways. He smiles knowingly and nods before turning back to the Super Mario game he and Eri are engulfed in.
“So,” you ask once you’re both out the door, “what's the mission?”
“It’s a surprise,” he smirks at you from under his hood and you melt inside.
After walking at least an hour, you finally arrive at his chosen destination.
“A theme park?”
“Yeah,” he adds, “it’s been closed for years. I thought we could check it out. Come on.” You follow him to the entrance as he decays the chain and lock holding the fence together.
The two of you pass under the massive arched entryway, graffiti littered poles to either side. It feels grand, or it should. You can just imagine the ghosts of a past life dancing through the open aisle ahead. It leaves you feeling nostalgic for memories that aren’t even yours.
“It’s cute,” you decide. He blushes.
Grabbing his arm, you pull him past the vacant stalls and roller coasters overgrown with plants. This place is beautiful, in its own way. There’s an eerie calmness to it.
You walk past more roller coasters. A ferris wheel that looks like it’ll tip over at the slightest breeze. Eventually, you find yourself in front of an old fun house. With a quick glance to each other, it’s decided and you both climb the stairs and duck in.
The floor shifts under you, seemingly at random. You remember places like this being difficult to navigate as a child, but to your adult bodies the sliding tiles and rolling tunnels are almost comical. It takes you back to better days, or at least days you remember more fondly. You think of all the good times that have happened in this place before it was left deserted, collecting dust until someone comes along seeking the thrill of entering. Tomura seems to navigate it well too, gliding through the obstacles with cat-like dexterity.
Your confidence lets you get a little too comfortable with it. Around the corner, a hallway of spinning pillars catch you off guard when you lean into one and it gives, throwing you into Tomura’s shoulder. He laughs, pulling you against his chest. Your chin tips to meet his mouth, kissing him while you’re still giggling.
Hanging out with him like this is easy.
You pull him around another corner and through a dark corridor into the next room.
The space is only lit by the tiny lights on your phones, but you can clearly see where the mirrors are. The cracks in the panes under years of dust lining the edges gives them away. A trail of broken glass litters the path ahead of you, shining like a creek trickling through the maze.
Tomura pushes your back into one of the few unbroken surfaces. The two of you have spent countless nights sneaking away to make-out, but this time it feels different. Every other time has been leisurely. There’s never been a need to push further. But tonight, the tension between you grows in a way that makes you crave as much of him as you can get.
“I want to try something,” he mumbles into your lips, “is that okay?”
“Yeah,” you breathe, not taking your mouth off of his.
He kisses down your neck, gently sucking and nipping as he goes. With some effort, he pulls one of your pant legs off, leaving the other to slide down to your knee.
Surrounded by the cool stagnant air, you shiver slightly but his closeness is warm enough. The broken glass still crunches beneath the soles of your shoes as you pull yourself close enough to be surrounded by his jacket.
It’s not until he has your leg hiked over his hip and he’s pulling your underwear to the side that you realize just how wet you are. You know he notices too when the pad of his middle finger grazes your skin, his pinky and thumb tucked tightly into his palm away from you.
“This still okay,” he whispers in a voice you’ve never heard; one filled with both want and restraint.
“Uh-huh,” you gasp back at him, hands clinging to the sleeves of his jacket.
Pulling his free arm around you, he holds you close and begins rubbing harder. His rough skin slips easily against yours. Sliding back and forth teasingly before his finger curls up into you. First to one knuckle, then to the next. He gasps in shock at how easily his finger slides in and again at how tight you clench around him. Your breath catches, reverberating back from the off kilter surfaces surrounding you.
All of his movements are over-controlled, but they hit right. He notices. Every time you squeeze against his fingers or tense in his arms, he makes it a point to repeat the motion again. In no time, your knees are weak and you’re holding onto him to stay upright. You can tell he’s getting off on it too.
“Never thought I’d get to do this,” he moans into your neck, “you trust me so much.”
He’s right, you really do trust him. At no point tonight have you felt even slightly uncomfortable with him touching you this close. Somehow, knowing how powerful his hands are in comparison to how careful he's being with you now makes it all even hotter.
In the mirror to your left echoes an endless sea of Tomuras infinitely surrounding an endless sea of you. Seven different angles of him burrowing his face into your shoulder; of you gripping his back. Your fingernails digging into the fabric of his jacket.
Out of everything you’ve ever seen him use his hands for before, fucking you with them is by far your favorite. Based on the way he’s looking at you, it’s his too. He stares at your face with a slight smirk, eyes lighting up every time you react.
Of course you've had an orgasm before, but with him it's different. There's no sharp up into a quick finish. Everything feels amazing and continues to roll continuously through repeated highs.
At some point, it becomes overwhelming and he backs off. Slowly rolling back his pace, lessening the pressure of his palm against your clit, and slipping his fingers gently out of you.
You stare up at him, still in a haze. He wipes his hand off on the inside of his jacket before brushing the tears from your eyes. After staring at you for a moment, he kisses your forehead then helps you balance as you work your leg back into your pants.
Turns out a fun house is a bit more difficult when the blood still hasn’t returned to your brain, but Tomura lets you cling to him and helps you through the rest of the maze. The two of you come to the exit and sit at the edge of the slide for a while, looking out over the city lights in the distance. Eventually, you tangle your ring and middle finger with his before sliding down and heading through the park gates.
Whatever this is, you can figure that out later. All that matters right now is you and Tomura and the warm way he looks back at you as he leads you back to the hideout, hand in hand.
You’d follow him anywhere.
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// lactation , adult breast feeding , possible mpreg if you want to think there is ?? / omegaverse also possible??? or just because tbh, Ichigo being a boob man
thinking about Grimm’s milky tibbies 🫢💦 also thinking about Ichigo going feral over them, quite literally. starts as teasing and touching like he always does, until the tiniest drop has him suddenly ravenous.
it’s pretty much the first conscious thing Ichigo’s tasted that’s of hollow nature; the hollow blood in him is singing.
…the hollow that’s outwardly interacting with the world is growling possessively around his teat when Grimmjow asks what the fuck he’s doing.
Ichigo pawing at him as if Grimmjow’s both prey and mate after the first accidental taste, is not a feeling he’s ever considered, or believes he can enjoy for that matter.
but there’s no taking Ichigo away from his meal right now, is there? suckling away with dazed, inked, eyes that are almost glowing golden; sharper clawed hands half kneading, half pulling at Grimmjow’s whole ribcage.
Grimmjow would be pissed if only the feeling of him didn’t stir him so; if only the little pervert wasn’t absentmindedly humping away at his groin as he fed.
all he can really do is awkwardly pat Ichigo’s head with annoyance and the most uncomfortable arousal he’s ever felt;… and bark a warning growl of his own at the aggressive little shit his mate has turned into on top of him when he growls again under his touch.
he might just start scruffing the fuck out of Ichigo, he might allow this, for now— but the feral Vasto is on thin fucking ice.
Here’s a tiny sneak peek of an original work I’m writing right now 🫶🏾
Contains: First time, weird sex cult, priest fucking, oral sex, vaginal sex, watersports, age-gap relationship
“But you’ve never done it before.”
Maya shook her head.
“That’s okay,” he said, leaning in and letting his soft lips brush her ear. Maya sighed involuntarily, wanting no more than to lean into the warmth of the man so terribly close. To her. “I could help you with that, if you’d like.”
Maya knew this feeling. A warm, tingly feeling rushed towards her mound. It started to pulsate and ache, and she realized it was a familiar feeling she only got every so often: when she watched the other women dance with their chests close to one another, or when a man walked by with his clothes sticking to him after he’d come back from fishing.
“Yes please, sir.”
Venerable Oakes got up from where he sat and cleared off his desk, leading Maya to sit at the base of it, and Evelyn and MaryAnn came to their assistance immediately. As Evelyn started undoing the buttons of her dress and exposing her breasts, Maya realized that her nipples were hard. They tingled, and she moaned in surprise when MaryAnn kneeled beside her and took her lips to her breast and started sucking hard. The older woman opened her mouth and licked her own fingers before returning to Maya’s nipples again. She went under Maya’s dress and pushed into her underwear, rubbing in small circles around the young woman’s clitorous with her middle and ring finger.
Maya let out a shuddering breath. She touched herself sometimes, but only when she absolutely couldn’t resist it; she’d wait until everyone was asleep or out of the house, and then rub herself against a pillow or bed frame, covering her mouth so that she didn’t moan too loudly. Being touched so directly though, that was a new experience.
The pulsating feeling between her legs only got hotter, stronger. Venerable Oakes looked down at her warmly and smiled as he unzipped his pants and ran his fingers through her dark hair. As soon as he unbuttoned them enough, his cock swung out and slapped Maya across the face. She gave a soft whine in response.
Maya’s mouth was watering. Like Maya said, she’d read about men and sex in school before and known about the concept vaguely, but she never expected to see a penis so big that close to her face.
She felt her arms being held back and above her head, the first by Evelyn as she began to suck on Maya’s other breast, then MaryAnn also holding her wrist against the desk as she worked her nipple. She bit gently, rubbing her clit slightly faster and pushing down into it, forcing her to moan loudly, gasping desperately for air as though the two women were downing her. As she held her mouth open, Oakes burried himself in her mouth. He let out a pleasured sounding moan, thrusting so that he worked the tip of his cock on her lips, and then going deeper.
“Good girl,” he encouraged Maya when she gagged. “You’re doing so good. Open wide.”
