#𝜗𝜚 ₊˚⊹ ⋆

[doietopia]

𓇼 . ₊ it’s not goodbye, but see you again ˚ ₊ 🎧 ⊹

[yujisdreamgirl]

thinking about boxer!toji who is your loving boyfriend of 2 years. you’ve been dating since the first year of his boxing career and he’s been treating you like an absolute princess.

boxer!toji who you can’t help but gush at whenever you watch his matches. god.. his back, the way his shoulders firm and his big arms swing. how his biceps have silly bite marks you gave him last night—you could just eat him up.

boxer!toji who usually comes home late all bruised and bloody. however, a sigh of relief comes out of you as you look up to see the huge grin on his face, holding up his winning trophy.

boxer!toji whose abs are so toned you could practically crack nuts on them. like, seriously. after you showered you swore you could see your reflection on them.

boxer!toji who really cannot get off his beautiful girlfriend. literally. his hands are always on you. when in public, his hand is always on your lower back. in private, he’s cuddling you like there’s no tomorrow. hands all over your hips, taking in your scent and kissing you everywhere.

boxer!toji who looks for you in the crowd when he wins, kissing the medal and winking at you.

boxer!toji who is.. quite famous. he has no intent on getting on social media, but his inbox is bombarded with tiktok edits of him that you sent. you giggle and kick your feet whilst the said “Sexiest Boxer Alive” gets out of the shower drying his hair. he has never seen the appeal, but he might just get social media to brag about you.

boxer!toji who asks you to help him with his exercising routine, getting you to sit on his back when he does pushups. it’s quite impressive, really. how is he able to do pushups with you on his back, and with one arm?!

boxer!toji who never thought he’d want to settle down, but ever since he laid eyes on that cute news reporter (you), he has never wanted anything more in his life.

[yourdeaddoll]

he's so cute. i just want to bite him. and bite him. bite him again. bite him. bite him. bite him. let me sink my teeth on him.

[tojis-girl]

fratboy!satoru dating nerd!reader was an odd mix. you two never really liked the same things - there was one thing you both liked though and that was libraries. separate reasons though.

fratboy!satoru mumbled into your ear - telling you that you were a good girl and were doing so soo well for him!

fratboy!satoru whos large hand made its way up and down your thigh, comforting you while you wrote something down in your note pad.

nerd!readers who cunt was warming up fratboy!satoru dick, your warmth making his tip dribble out cum. your sat on him innocently but underneath the skirt you wore was anything but innocent.

you whine when you feel his dick twitch inside of you but he just tells you to continue with your notes.

fratboy!satoru who finds it interesting how your constantly reading and writing but the moment a dick enters you - you wanna do anything but!

fratboy!satoru who tells you to shut up, harshly digging his nails into your plush thigh as a punishment when your mewls grow to be a little too loud.

he doesnt want anyone else to hear the pretty sounds you make!

"Shut up, princess, or itll be even worse later."

[softvalentines]

pairing: clark kent x reader cw: smut, crying/whimpering during sex (sub!cent clark, reader also emotional because his cock is literally huge), mutual overstimulation, cnc if you squint, messy bodily fluids (mention of slick, cum, sweat, saliva), possessive behavior during sex, desperate emotional intimacy, praise + begging, light dacryphilia themes (getting off on partner crying or overwhelmed), mild size kink references, slight imbalance of control, reader is implied afab

it’s so messy.

he’s so messy — whimpering right up against your ear with his chest plastered against your back like he’s trying to crawl into your skin. the sheets underneath you are damp with sweat and slick, some of it his, but most of it yours — and god, he sounds like he’s in pain with how much he’s whining about it.

“‘s too much,” he snifles, voice warbly, thick with saliva as he sloppily ruts his hips down into you. “honey—” he gasps again, louder this time, “honey! you’re hurtin’ me—”

but he’s the one holding you down. thick arms wrapped underneath your hips like he’s terrified you’ll slip away from him, even as his thrusts turn rougher, more uncordinated — all hips and no rhythm, and it’s clear he’s overwhelmed. his cock’s twitching every time you squeeze down around him. soaked. loud. every time he slams forward it’s a wet pop,obscene and unrelenting.

your thighs tremble under the weight of him. he’s pressing into you like he needs to feel everything at once — the heat of your skin, the way you moan and shake when he’s too deep, the tears forming at the corner of your eye. he’s not cruel, no, just absolutely mindless. totally out of his head.

“god—baby, baby, what is that,” he pants against your neck, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “how’re you makin’ that much—fuck, you’re leaking all over me, i can feel it—feels so good—i can’t—”

he cuts himself off with a choked whine, rocking his hips forward like he’s chasing salvation in your cunt. every push forward makes him cry a little harder. “i’m gonna cum, i’m—‘m sorry, i can’t help it,” he babbles, voice hiccupy, like the tears on his cheeks have made it to his mouth. he means it, too — he really is sorry, but he’s also too far gone. too drunk on the warmth of you, the taste of your skin, the sheer amount of slick coating his cock like syrup.

his hands tremble where they hold your hips, possessive and needy, and his forehead drops to your shoulder with a soft thud. he moans your name like a prayer. like an apology.

you’re sobbing too, breath catching every time he brushes that perfect spot — because you can’t even answer him, can’t even think straight, not with how he’s fucking you like he’s never going to get to again. so you only manage a soft, drawn-out, “it’s okay, baby… ‘s good… yeah, like that—ohh,” broken in the middle by your own gasp.

you feel his body jerk, tight muscles shuddering with the onset of his orgasm, and he nearly wails as he cums. hot and sudden and far too much, his release fills you like a flood, and he gasps into your shoulder, twitching from the overstimulation.

“ohh my god—ohmygod,” he whispers, desperate and still clinging to you like you’re his lifeline, “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, baby, i didn’t mean—just felt so good, please don’t make me stop—”

his hips haven’t stopped moving. he's still grinding into you with soft, exhausted cries, as if letting go might kill him.

and you just nod, dizzy from pleasure, squeezing his hand as he fucks the last trembling aftershocks into you, both of you stuck together by sweat, tears, and something far deeper than either of you can name.

[sunlightandprayers]

jealous!lieutenant riley makes brain go brrr

warnings : explicit content, filthy mouthed simon & a molecule of praise

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jealous!lieutenant riley who nearly cracks a molar when laswell teams you and kyle up for an upcoming mission.

jealous!lieutenant riley whose fingers twitch towards his gun when she mentions you’ll have to act as a married couple.

jealous!lieutenant riley who, for the entire week leading up to the gala, barks at rookies nine hours a day and spends his evenings at the shooting range—allegedly imagining someone very real as the target.

jealous!lieutenant riley whose mouth goes bone dry when he sees you wrapped in an expensive floor-length chiffon dress that accentuates every gentle dip and feminine curve and—fuck but he’s half-hard already.

jealous!lieutenant riley whose eyes stay glued to you the entire evening, his thoughts straying much further than his simple assignment of guarding your six.

jealous!lieutenant riley who, the second the base’s gravel crunches under the slowing tires of the car, is wrapping a burly arm around the slope of your waist while actively glaring at the diamond on your finger.

jealous!lieutenant riley who backs you up against his quarters’ door, his amber eyes burning like molten lava as they rove the length of your legs in a slow trail upwards.

jealous!lieutenant riley who finally claims your mouth, glides his hot tongue against yours, nips your neck and kisses your shoulders—all while he slides the subtly glittering gown off, exposing more and more of your soft skin to his hungry gaze.

jealous!lieutenant riley who lays you out on his bed—your nimble hands fisting his sheets, your silky hair in a halo on his pillow, and your pretty legs hiked onto his shoulders as he lowers himself between the plush of your thighs.

jealous!lieutenant riley who only drifts back up once he’s had his fill, chin glistening from your slick and pupils almost swallowing all the bronze of his irises.

jealous!lieutenant riley who lines himself up with your puffy entrance, bracing his tattooed forearms on each side of your head as his fingers slip into your silky hair.

jealous!lieutenant riley who kisses your dampened forehead, before letting his stubbly cheek rasp against your blushing one, his hot breath bleeding into a drawl at your ear.

“'m goin’ to fuck that ring right off of you, dove. now spread y’legs and be a good girl f’me.”

[devourrrmee]

oh man! oh boy!! …his fangs and hands 🫦

[cherrysinner]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ tic-tacs

pairing: perv!husband nanami x perv!reader synopsis: your husband wants to breed you. you want your husband to breed you. warnings/tags: smut, unprotected PIV, dubcon ig? MDNI! a/n; short blurb cause i love my mans!!!

nanami masterlist ♡

your husband was pounding into you from behind, your warm cunt clenching around him.

"ughhh..." nanami mumbled, his cock enveloped by your walls, the blond's eyes rolling back in his head as his lips let out words you couldn't make out.

you chuckled, rolling your hips and intentionally squeezing yourself around him. "babyyy..." you giggled, biting down on your lower lip as you turned your head and watched pure bliss take over your husband's face.

you came in sync, your walls squeezing nanami's cock, the man's seed filing you while your moans filled the room.

he pulled out of you, pressing kisses on your face as his cum leaked out of you, "i have a secret to tell you..."

"oh? me too..." you chuckled, a grin taking over nanami's lips.

"i replaced your birth control with tic-tacs."

"oh? well..." you grinned, "i stopped taking my birth control a few weeks ago. so i doubt those tic-tacs affected me."

[rafeslittlepup]

rafe wants you to move in with him

you’re sitting criss-cross on your pink silk bedspread, still in your tiny nightgown and fuzzy socks. the scent of your vanilla cupcake body spray lingers in the air.

rafe is standing in the doorway of your childhood bedroom, arms crossed, wearing that smug smirk like he already knows you’re gonna give in.

“you can’t live here forever, baby,” he says. “come to tannyhill, alright? let me take care of you.”

you blink up at him, lashes clumped from the half-done mascara, lip gloss glimmering.

“rafe, i’m eighteen.”

“and I’m not waitin’ another year to fall asleep with you in my arms every night.”

you swallow hard, glancing at the baby-pink walls and the framed family photos.

“you know my mom would lose her mind.”

“your mom’s a bored and drunk golf lady who thinks sugar-free jello counts as dinner,” he snaps.

“well, she- she says you’re too… intense.” you say embarrassed

rafe shrugs, stepping into the room.

“maybe... but I’m the only one who actually gives a damn about you, in this house at least”

your silence is telling, you know he’s right. rafe comes closer, kneeling in front of you, pressing his forehead to yours like it’s something sacred.

“bunny,” he whispers, “i already built the closet for you. pink velvet hangers... room just for your shoes… clawfoot tub and a vanity. i’ll get you a puppy if that’s what it takes.”

and you laugh softly, this was very tempting. but he’s dead serious.

“i don’t want you playin’ house here anymore. you’re mine, move in. you already know our plan.”

and when you hesitate again, all doe-eyed and unsure, he cups your chin and says

“you wear my ring, you sleep in my bed… that’s just how this works, baby.”

[written4u]

CATCHING STRAYS ✴︎ LN04

There's a stray child in the McLaren garage, and of course, Lando is the one who has to deal with it.

━━━ 🔗 LN4 MASTERLIST

PAIRING.   Lando Norris x Single Mother!FemReader WORDS.   1k TAGS.   Tooth-rotting Fluff. NOTE.   The cutest thing I've ever written ( yet ). This drabble is about another pairing I had in mind... <33

Likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

Something tugged at Lando’s race suit.

Amid the paddock frenzy, that subtle touch⏤so gentle he first thought he’d imagined it⏤startled him enough to abandon his pre-race ritual.

He looked down.

And found himself nose-to-nose with a pair of big amber eyes.

Lando blinked.

The child blinked back.

“What the—?” he murmured before crouching to her level. “What are you doing here, muppet? Where are your parents?”

She let go of his leg, stuffed her fist into her mouth—long enough for drool to glisten down her chin and wrist—and dropped onto the ground with a soft oomph.

She smacked her lips a few times—undoubtedly mimicking someone—and then clapped her hands, giggling.

“Mama!”

Lando cast a desperate glance around him, but the engineers and mechanics paid him no mind, wholly absorbed in their final adjustments to the car.

“I don’t know where your mama is.”

He ran a hand through his curls as stress began to rise. The girl looked at him with wide, hopeful eyes, only fuelling the tsunami building in his chest.

Of course it had to happen to him.

“Well... what am I supposed to do with you now?”

For a fleeting moment, he considered calling Oscar, who was probably still holed up in his room, but the Aussie driver was just as hopeless in situations like this—if not worse. His mother’s face flashed through his mind, and he suppressed a shiver at the thought of her scolding him.

That’s when he noticed it.

Tucked between the girl’s overalls and t-shirt, a lanyard.

Carefully, Lando pulled it free and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the pass. He flipped it over, softened momentarily at the ID photo, and read the name printed in bold.

“Apolline L/N? Well, at least we know you're not a paddock intruder, muppet.”

She giggled as if she understood him, then tipped forward—still figuring out her balance, clearly. Lando caught her before she hit the ground, muttering a quiet thanks for his fast reflexes.

As he resumed reading, he absentmindedly rubbed her back. Shaken by her near tumble, she had settled her head against his chest, sucking on her thumb.

Apolline L/N VIP ACCESS A guest of: SCUDERIA FERRARI

“Well, I guess your mama’s probably over at Ferrari. What do you say, Apolline?” He leaned back to meet her gaze. “Shall we go for a walk?”

He stood, a child in his arms and tiny fingers clinging to his fireproofs.

Together, they set off.

Eyes lingered on the duo as they passed by. Whispers soon followed. What was Lando Norris doing with a small girl in his arms? Was that his sister? His daughter from a past fling?

He could already imagine the headlines, always eager to twist the narrative. Watching warily as a cameraman aimed his lens at them, he tucked Apolline's head into his neck and tightened his embrace before quickening his pace.

He passed Williams, then Mercedes—ignoring George’s raised eyebrow—and finally stopped in front of the red garage.

The usual Monaco frenzy took on a different flavour here. Lando could almost taste the tension soaked into every inch of the garage.

Ferrari wasn’t swept up in Monaco mania, no; they were drowning in Chaos.

A Charles in full race gear paced, his phone pressed to his ear, while a flustered Alexandra—so far removed from her usual elegance—tried to comfort a woman in tears.

Her sobs drowned out the frantic conversations of the team, whose faces all wore the same expression: that of pure dread.

In his arms, Apolline began to wriggle.

“Mama!”

At the sound, the woman spun around. She tore herself from Alexandra’s arms and ran to Lando.

The latter remained frozen as he took in the woman before him. His eyes darted between her sparkling gaze and her intoxicating mouth. They would have travelled further down—drawn to the delicious lines of her figure in that dress—had she not spoken, brows furrowed.

“May I have my daughter back?”

Her French accent nearly made him faint.

“What? Your daughter… Oh—uh—yeah! Of course!” he stammered. “She’s yours. Right. Obviously.”

Clumsily, he transferred Apolline into her mother’s arms. She hugged the girl tightly before setting her down and checking her over.

“Mon ange! You scared me to death! Don't ever do that again. If you want to go wandering, we’ll go together. Understood?”

The little girl just laughed, unfazed by the turmoil she’d caused, and dashed off into the garage. Lando watched her wrap herself around Alexandra’s legs, and then—

Vanilla.

Lando instinctively hugged the woman back. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in the sweet scent as his hands tightened on her back.

“Thank you,” she whispered with the kind of gratitude only a mother could convey.

When she stepped back, Lando was already mourning the warmth of her body against his. Flushing, he rubbed the back of his neck to chase the thought away and shrugged.

Control yourself, she has a child.

“It’s nothing. Anyone would’ve done the same.”

“Still. It means a lot.”

She offered her hand.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Lando.”

Alexandra called her over. Y/N gave him a small, apologetic smile—one that did something strange to his chest—and turned to walk away, tossing a final “thank you” over her shoulder.

Lando stayed there, a little dazed.

A throat cleared, breaking the spell.

Fred Vasseur stood in front of him with his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. Only then did Lando realize half the garage was staring at him.

Knowing he had overstayed his welcome, he turned on his heel and headed back toward the McLaren garage—but not without grabbing Charles by the collar. The Monegasque struggled against his hold before freezing as Lando leaned in and whispered:

“Give me Y/N’s number, or I’m crashing into you at turn one, constructors’ championship be damned.”

[intakeofbreath]

⎯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ.

wc: {494} tw: explicit sexual content, breeding kink, overstimulation, mating press, size kink, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, praise + light degradation.

you should’ve known the second he came home growling your name that it wasn’t going to be soft tonight.

your legs are pinned wide to the bed, pressed up so high your knees nearly touch your shoulders. his body’s over yours, heavy and solid, every thick thrust grinding the breath from your lungs.

“fuckin’ tight,” he mutters through grit teeth. “always so fuckin’ tight for me.”

he doesn’t pull out. not even a little. just drags in deep, deeper, til your body’s trembling from how full he’s got you. your hips twitch, trying to move, but his hands clamp down on your thighs, holding you open, keeping you in place.

“not runnin’ from it,” simon growls. “you wanted this.”

you nod frantically, blinking through the tears that pool at your lashes. your body’s so overstimulated already—clit puffy and swollen from the last two orgasms he forced out of you with nothing but slow, deep strokes and soft praise in your ear.

now he’s chasing his own. his thrusts get faster. harder. more desperate.

“need it,” he huffs, sweat dripping off his brow as he pounds into you. “gonna fuck a baby into you, yeah?”

your whole body jerks. the sound you make isn’t even a moan—just a broken, breathless whimper.

“yeah,” he pants, eyes locked on the spot where he’s stretched you wide. “fill this little cunt up—keep you so fuckin’ full, no one’ll even think you’re single.”

you sob his name.

“mine,” he grits. “say it.”

“yours,” you gasp. “yours—yours—yours—”

he slams in to the hilt and stays there. buried deep. cock throbbing inside you as he spills, hot and heavy, til it leaks out around the base.

but he doesn’t stop.

your thighs twitch when he starts moving again, slower this time—grinding, not thrusting. like he’s making sure every drop stays inside you.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he whispers. “you can give me one more.”

“can’t—simon—too much—”

“shhh.” he kisses your temple. “yes you can.”

his fingers drift to your clit. soft little circles, coaxing, teasing, pushing you back up that edge.

“gonna take it like a good girl. let me fuck another one into you.”

you cry out, body shaking, brain blank with pleasure.

he’s groaning again—thick voice in your ear, full of filth and worship and love and need.

“not stoppin’ til you’re bred. over and over. gonna keep goin’—you feel that? feel how easy you take me now?”

you can’t speak. you’re gone. mindless. just whimpering into the sheets as another orgasm crashes through you, stars popping behind your eyes.

simon kisses you through it. lips on your cheek, your throat, your lips.

“atta girl,” he murmurs. “that’s it.”

you’re not sure how long he stays inside you. not sure how many times he comes again. just know that by the time he pulls out, you’re full. dripping. aching in the best way.

and when he finally gathers you up in his arms, you’re already half-asleep—body spent, heart full.

[doietopia]

𝜗𝜚 ₊˚⊹ ⋆ masterlist

this blog features smut, suggestive, and explicit content. if you're under 18, do not interact.

f - fluff, s - smut, a - angst, d - drabble

nct127

doyoung

⊹ keep it quiet - s, f ⊹ obsessed - s ⊹ enticed pt. 1 - s, a ⊹ enticed pt. 2 - s, a ⊹ please, don’t - a, s ⊹ serenade - a ⊹ nerdy roommate caught you masturbating - s ⊹ pretty sub - s

jaehyun

⊹ drabble one - f ⊹ waking up with jaehyun - s ⊹ let him - a, s ⊹ workaholic!jaehyun - s ⊹ 10:27 - f, d

jungwoo

⊹ drabble one - s, a

mark

⊹ priest’s son!mark - s ⊹ let me take care of you - s ⊹ loud moaning!mark - s

haechan

⊹ not so bold - f ⊹ nerdy roommate caught you masturbating - s ⊹ messy eater!haechan - s

nct dream

renjun

⊹ nerdy roommate caught you masturbating - s

jeno

⊹ nerdy roommate caught you masturbating - s

jaemin

⊹ needy - s, f

jisung

⊹ adorable neighbor!jisung pt. 1 - s, f ⊹ adorable neighbor!jisung pt. 2 - s ⊹ one pace behind - f ⊹ nerdy roommate caught you masturbating - s

nct wish (onriyu)

riku

⊹ like you mean it - s, a

yushi

⊹ holding back - s

sion

[yujisdreamgirl]

gojo satoru had experienced hell before, that one time he lined up to get his favorite manga signed by the author but kept letting people cut in front of him because he was too scared to say something and he’s just nice like that. that was until geto told him off for doing it because he ended up not getting his book signed. he’s so dumb.

but this—this was a different kind of hell. he’s sat on the couch at a house party with.. yeah, you guessed it. the squad: suguru geto, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna… a whole bunch of hotties

it’s not really a pleasant sight to see. 2 girls clinging onto sukuna, fushiguro making out with one and geto talking to a girl who is clearly interested in him..

and then there’s gojo.

sitting there awkwardly, clutching a cup in his hand while sipping on nothing.

sure, he loves his best friend suguru. he just hates how popular he is. at every function, all the girls seem to be magnetised to his mysterious and brooding aura. and gojo’s just there, i guess. he huffs at the thought. he thinks knows that he could treat a girl soooo right if they just gave him a chance!

geto excuses himself to go upstairs with the girl. satoru already knows where this is going, so he brushes it off. he then eyes the group of girls from afar giggling and whispering to each other while looking at the guys on the couch. actually.. it looks like they’re looking towards his direction.

“come on y/n! just ask him!” your friends keep nudging and shoving you towards his direction, and gojo couldn’t help but scowl.

after finally mustering up the courage to come up to him, you fiddle with your fingers before stuttering out a quiet “hi,”

gojo sighs, “if you’re here to ask for suguru’s number, i’m not interested.”

your eyes widen in confusion which makes him confused too.

“oh, uh.. i was actually going to ask for yours..?”

what.

there’s no way.

“it’s fine if you’re not interested, i’m sorry—”

“NO, NO, I AM!” he internally cringes at his response. “sorry, i just.. thought you were gonna ask about suguru.” he puts his palm out, silently asking you to give him the sharpie. you shrug and give it to him, rolling your sleeve up.

you smile after he writes down his number on your forearm, giving you back your pen. “thanks,” he nods at you. “and for the record.. i think you’re way cuter than geto.” gojo’s face heats up as you walk away, burying his face into his hoodie.

you tuck the pen into your pocket, suppressing a grin as you walk away. behind you, gojo groans, burying his face deeper into his hoodie, his muffled voice barely audible.

“way cuter than geto,” he mutters to himself, kicking at the ground. “way cuter. oh my god.”

͙͘͡★ divider by @zerowhy & @cafekitsune 🩵

[siennasfantasies]

Bakugou Katsuki is completely wrapped around his girlfriend’s finger.

Sure, he tries to act all cool and indifferent in front of his friends, pulling off that tough, angry, and mean guy routine. But deep down, this man would melt in a second for his girlfriend. He’d fall to his knees just to see her smile.

Today, Bakugou Katsuki is out with his friend Kirishima, shopping for Kirishima’s girlfriend’s birthday party. Why did Katsuki agree to come? Because you were away traveling, and he was utterly bored and lonely without you by his side.

"Hey, have we met before?"

The question didn’t even register in his mind. In fact, Katsuki didn’t hear it at all. His mind assumed the question was meant for someone else nearby. He was genuinely surprised when, out of nowhere, a woman stepped in front of him with a soft, shy smile.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say hi while I had the chance."

Katsuki quickly looked to the side, hoping to spot his friend, but to his dismay, he realized he was completely alone in this awkward moment.

"Uh, right," he muttered, cringing inwardly. What the hell? Why am I even talking to her right now?

The woman giggled, her fingers reaching out to place a hand on his chest while she leaned in a little too close, invading his personal space.

Instinctively, Katsuki stepped back, his heart immediately sinking. Oh hell nah.

"Okay, back up." He shot her a sharp glance and turned to walk away. But just as he did, he heard a voice from behind him.

"Oh, come on. She ain’t that pretty for you to turn me, this, down, is she?"

“She is that pretty, you—” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. He didn’t dare say it out loud—after all, his mom could be lurking nearby—but he couldn’t help but mutter the insult as he walked away, his heart set on getting back to the one person who mattered.

Three days later, you returned home. The second Katsuki saw you walking toward him at the airport, his whole demeanor softened. The tightness in his shoulders melted away, and a smile so wide spread across his face that it made his heart flutter. Without a second thought, he opened his arms wide, waiting for you to run into them.

"Hi, mama," he whispered, his voice thick with longing.

You rushed into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms clinging to his shoulders as if you never wanted to let go. You giggled when you felt Katsuki bury his face in your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You okay, Kats?" You pulled back slightly to look at his face, your heart fluttering at the lovesick gaze in his eyes. He nodded silently, his usual grumpy nature nowhere to be found. Instead, he gently lowered you back to the ground, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, as if to reassure you that everything was right with the world again.

Kirishima stood a few feet away, laughing quietly at the sight of his best friend. The contrast between the Katsuki who’d been grumpy and distant while you were gone and the Katsuki who now held you in his arms—radiating nothing but joy—was impossible to miss. He smiled softly, realizing that there was no one else who could make Katsuki shine like that.

Everyone knew that Bakugou Katsuki was absolutely smitten—utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

[soangelbaby]

just thinking about newlywed!rafe on ur honeymoon 😣

telling you how much he’s dreamed of making you a mommy—how much he’s imagined you carrying his child. his child. his hand pressed against your belly—skin warm underneath his fingertips as if it’s already there, already real in his head. “you don’t get it,” he grumbles, voice low and rough, almost pleading but there’s also something dangerous underneath. his free hand slides down your side, mapping it out, as if he can already see you full with his baby. “this is supposed to happen—” his lips press against your lips one last time before pulling away to stare into your eyes, looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “we’re gonna have a family—you’re my wife now, that means you can’t ever leave me, you know that?”

and if you try to laugh it off? rafe’s grip on you just tightens, jaw clenching, pupils dilating, “nah baby, don’t do that.” his hands are everywhere—possessive and desperate, almost frantic, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. “you think i’m just talking? fuck no—i mean it, baby.” his lips attack your neck again, trailing soft kisses along your skin, igniting every nerve—imprinting himself onto you. “you’d be so perfect pregnant, we’d have the most beautiful kid ever, i can see it now,” he’d mutter against your skin, pulling you in so close because he can’t stand the slightest amount of distance.

now, he has you pressed into the mattress—face down, ass up, pounding into you from behind, in the back of honeymoon suite. his large hand covering the side of your face, thumb hooked into the side of your mouth, and his own band shining in the dim light of the room. “that’s it, baby—take it like my fucking wife,” rafe grits, hips snapping faster, bed creaking beneath you both. your brain’s gone static, all you can do is feel. the pleasure, the pain, the stretch. it’s too overwhelming, all consuming, but that doesn’t stop him. “you married me, baby—you fucking asked for this.” he spits out, panting as he you over, not even bothering to pull out. one hand now tightly gripping your throat, and his other snatching your left wrist before shoving it down between your legs.

“touch yourself with my ring on—show me how i own you,” rafe groans, pulling back just slightly, gripping the base of his dick as he watches you rub lazy circles over your clit. “shit, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this” he kisses you hard, rocking back into you and grabbing your wrist not daring to let you stop. “my girl, my ring, my pussy.” moaning into your mouth, body pressing heavy on top of you, not giving you a second to breathe or think about anything but him. this is different than before, he’s not just fucking you—he’s claiming you, marking you. every inch, every crevice, every crack, every thought, all his—and he loves it. he loves watching you fall apart for him, loves seeing you so dazed out you couldn’t even tell him your name, but he makes sure you know his. the only word on your tongue, along with messy whimpers, babbles, and moans. little chants of ‘raferaferafe’ ever so often escaped your lips. and he watches it like ritual. every expression, every breath, every tremble—he can’t get enough. he makes sure you know this is permanent now—ring or not, this is forever. you are his forever.