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yuuji (20) begs and begs and begs for you (37) to have sex with him because he wants to prove himself being all grown up. he’s putting all of his bets on making you give in cause he wants you to take him serious. he likes you after all. can’t use anything but his body and pretty face.

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title: family matters

pairing(s): husband!toji x reader, son!megumi x reader

summary: megumi wakes up with a nightmare, toji doesn't want to move, so he solves his own problem.

your face was smushed up against toji's chest as you slept deeply. your arm slung around his waist and your legs tangled in his as you breathed him in.

he was awake though, playing with your hair as he let the sounds of your muffled sighs against his chest and the white noise of the fan slowly drift him to sleep...

until the sound of the door creaking made him jump slightly, quickly moving to soothe you in case he startled you.

megumi shuffled in, rubbing his eyes as he walked to the corner of the bed. "dad?"

toji sighed as he layed his head over to look at him, you usually handled this kind of stuff since he felt awkward. "what is it kid?"

"i'm scared." megumi admitted, his voice sounding choked like he'd already been crying.

"y' all right. we're right here 'gumi, so there's nothing to worry about." toji comforted, having his full attention on megumi. he reached his hand out to hold his shoulder and shook it.

"nothing will happen to you or your mom as long as im here. got it?"

megumi sniffled and shook his head in a nod. "'kay.. but can you come tuck me in?" he asked, grabbing toji's arm in a pulling motion.

"no way kid. your mom is sleeping right on top of me, and 'm not moving 'til she wakes."

"dadd." he whined, tugging his arm with all his might to try and get him to move. "you have to, it's what mom does!"

he knew it well, how you'd immediately get out of bed any night he came to lay in his and soothe him to sleep, most nights he'd wake up alone and find you holding megumi as you slept in his bed.

"well i'm not your mother. you're a big kid already, you can do it yourself."

"but i want you to do ittt." he started to shake his arm, which was jostling you in return.

"hey stop it kid, ya wanna wake your mom up?"

"nooo. hurry up!" he said, finally letting go and stomping his feet.

"i'm not moving kid, so tough luck."

megumi pouted and decided to..

flip him over. as he started shoving toji over with all his might, you obviously fell under him first. with toji's weight completely on you, you woke up disoriented and confused.

megumi, now with a bunch of room for himself, jumped in and held your arm to his chest, smiling victoriously.

"what-- what's going on?"

"this brat is so stubborn, he's just like you. go back to sleep."

"huh..?" you were being lifted up by toji and so was megumi. he settled you in the middle with him and megumi at your sides.

"good night. don't say i don't love you brat."

you fell asleep confused but comfortable, and megumi only stuck his tongue out at toji before going back to sleep with you.

toji was now playing with your hair while watching over the two of you, the sight of your chests rising and falling with every breath you took comforting him.

he hung his arm around you, holding your hand. laying his head on yours, he placed a hand on megumi's hair, ruffling it slightly.

his heart felt warm as he fell asleep, dreaming of you. oh and his son was there too.

he woke up to the sounds of rustling as megumi woke up, early as possible. he started to tap on your shoulder until toji moved his hand away from you groggily.

"what?"

"i'm hungry."

"for crying out loud kid, no!"

...

he got up to make pancakes for you three, extra whipped cream for megumi as he handed them out.

megumi was sat in your lap happily munching away as you paired yours with a cup of coffee, still half asleep.

toji ruffled megumi's hair, making him let out a small "hey!" as he moved over to kiss you, making megumi scrunch up his face.

toji moved to sit beside you at the counter, his hand supporting his head as he looked over at you two.

"you're a headache y'know that?"

"don't be mean to mom." megumi said, his mouth full.

"i wasn't talking about her, kid!

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I think goliath!kirishima, from the same tribe as goliath!bakugo, would get along well with a tiefling!reader. A street performer and a conwoman, you would swindle kirishima out of his latest payment from the last campaign he tagged along on.

It's not like he did anything after he found out—calmly asking if you could house him in return.

"That's not really how it works," you scoff, lips stretching into a crooked smile. "I already stole all your money."

"Oh, right...well, I really prefer a mattress over a haystack," Kirishima laughs bashfully, scratching the back of his neck. "If you wouldn't mind? The least you can do after robbing me blind."

"I didn't rob you blind if you caught me." Exasperated, you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing deeply. "How can you be so sharp when you're this dense."

"I'm not that dense," Kirishima boasts, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his chin.

You suppress your laugh behind your fingers, whimpering softly with a hysterical smile.

"It's a miracle you've managed to grow to maturity," you taunt, fully aware he'd miss your remark.

He proved you right as he answered haughtily, "I'm not so easy to kill, you know."

"Maybe not kill, but you can certainly still starve to death," you murmur, turning down the street and waving your arm to follow. "Come along."

Kirishima didn't hesitate to follow you, trailing at your heel like a mutt.

"You're serious, right? Do you have more beer at your place?"

"Shut your mouth before I pull your tongue out," you snap your fingers, igniting a bright spark from your fingertips. "I'm already feeling generous because of the goldmine I came across tonight."

"That-...That was me, right?"

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he deserves smth lovely like this…

cuddling with simon riley, what is usually missing after a hard day's work, during a bad mood or cloudy coolness outside, you can always return from the outside to his strong embrace, to a plush couch and under a warm blanket, nestled against his solid side.

exchange sleepy kisses, feel his heavy arm curl against the nape of your neck, coaxing you closer, where you melt against his sturdy chest, breathing in the scent of cotton, last notes of his cologne, opening your mouth under his persistent, yet delicate kisses, guiding you.

enjoy some good takeaway food, without having to cook too much when you're so tired, just let simon do it for you, choose what you love, pick up the food from the delivery man, and go back to your body warmth and cozy embrace, carefully arranging everything on the coffee table in front of the couch, joining you again.

falling asleep in each other's embrace, placing your head on his ribcage, to the calm beating of his heart from below, under the gentle stroking of his fingers along your neck and down to your spine, his face buried in your temple, breath blowing warm and soothing over your skin, cradling you against him.

just to be in the shelter of his arms, beside him, loved, cherished, drown in those loving, softhearted kisses he plants across your whole face and body, how delicately simon holds you with his rugged, calloused hands, pressing you closer, letting you burrow yourself deep beside his heart.

main masterlist. quidelines.

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scrolling on tumblr during class is so humbling because you're scrolling to pass the time, but your classmate behind you notices every single gay-as-fuck mha/cod/genshin fanart known to man.

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KNOW YOUR PLACE; K. Nanami

This is a continuation of this from my main blog -> @misdeliria jjk college au

Nanami saw you earlier this morning. You looked beautiful as you dozed off in the lecture—you couldn't keep your attention on statistics for more than twenty minutes at a time. It gave him an excuse to brush against your arm to remind you of your notes.

You didn't look back at him as he followed you out of your seats at the end of the lesson. His eyes were glued on your shoulder, restraining himself from reaching out.

He followed you to his next class all the way up until your path diverged, but you surprised him by turning around suddenly.

"Oh, I didn't realize how close you were behind me," you quickly apologize sheepishly.

"It's alright," Nanami dismisses smoothly. He's pleasantly surprised you turned around.

"I know you have class, but could I keep you for a second?"

Nanami nods and follows you off the path in the shade of a tree.

The campus was bustling at this time of day. Most students preferred morning classes to get out of the way. People were on their computers in the grass or reading a book and listening to music, and the skies were clear with a cool breeze.

"I'm so sorry for just leaving the other morning," you say miserably, bowing slightly. "I had an appointment I couldn't miss, and I completely forgot about it the night before. And I didn't want to wake you up."

"It wouldn't have been a problem if you had other engagements to wake me up," Nanami tells you.

You shrug, scratching the back of your arm. "I thought it might've been awkward. Like, you would regret it or something, and I didn't want to see your face when you kicked me out."

"You had to leave anyways."

Rolling your eyes, you shift your weight between your legs. "That's not the point, Nanami."

"Then, what's the point?"

Up until this moment, Nanami's eyes had been watching you. Watching all the thoughts flash through your head from your expressive eyes that never focused on him. He knows you're infatuated with him and adores the attention and entertainment you offer, but he knows he can't make you happy.

You and most of the student body came from wealthy families, but Nanami was an outlier. He didn't come from money. He understands that he's gained a rare opportunity to make connections and stumble upon whatever high-paying desk job his wealthy peers can offer him.

Nanami could use you to get a leg up in connections, and you're so supportive that you would offer opportunities on a plate for him.

"There is no point," you sigh dejectedly. "I just wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly, and now I have. Don't hold it against me, is all."

"I would never do such a thing," Nanami remarks dryly, lips twitching upward.

You scoff, rearranging your arms into a new position for the fourth time since arriving under the tree. "Don't you have to get to class?"

"The professor emailed this morning and canceled it for the students that needed more time on their essays."

Nanami contained his smile as if he could see the lightbulb light up above your head.

"I assume you've submitted your final draft already?" You ask tentatively, to which Nanami nods. "I was going to grab coffee with some friends and hopefully open my computer within that time. Would you like to join us?"

Nanami checked his watch, weighing the risk of getting trapped in an uncomfortable situation with obnoxious personalities.

"I have to get some work finished," he opts to use as his excuse.

He watches your face fall, but you quickly cover the disappointment with a haughty expression.

"I get it. Genius guy, Kento Nanami, is too good for people like us." You throw your hair over your shoulder and spin on your heel to leave. "I'll see you around then."

Nanami stays under the shade, watching you disappear into the traffic of people commuting to their classes.

Yeah, it can't be anything more than this. Short, fleeting moments. As a young, wealthy woman, well-known in social circles, you were unattainable for someone like Nanami. It wasn't sustainable in the long run. One would end up resenting the other.

And he didn't want to use you. Nanami would rather be a slave to an office job than take advantage of your status.

He just wanted you—but was it the same for you? You were very sought out by the male population at school. Your attraction to Nanami could be superficial. Temporary.

He wouldn't risk caving into your interactions if it meant you'd eventually get bored and move on to the next shiny object.

Deep down, he knew he was being ridiculous. You wouldn't do anything like that; you weren't that type of person, but Nanami just couldn't understand why it was him?

Who was he in an ocean of suitable men?

He knew, deep down, he was setting himself up for disappointment.

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WHY DOES WRITING FEEL LIKE PULLING WORDS OUT OF A VOID WITH MY BARE HANDS

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Wondering how it might feel when Jason rests his whole weight on you. Initialy, he leaned down to hug you at your request (making grabby hands at him),and before either of you realized, Jason gradually released his weight on you, pressing you into the mattress. The increasing weight added to Jason’s body heat is probably akin to a lovely weighted blanket, and you relish the comfort and squirm against him…eager to huddle even closer than you already are.

And that’s when Jason knows when to stop. He’s using the rest of his body to hold himself up as a comfortable blanket for you. His body thrums with the satisfaction of coveting you in this intimate position, and he never wants to move from this spot above you…

But he’s running late to patrol and, sooner or later, his brothers would break in through the skylight.

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“who wears the pants in the relationship?”

an interviewer asked you and katsuki as you sat side by side. you could only smile as your hand moved to support your head. katsuki pretended to think as he eyed you from the side.

you, who had asked him on your first date in a moment of impulse, choosing when, where, and how you were going to go on your date. a habit that bled into your relationship even now, with most outings being orchestrated by you, and a katsuki who was just happy to spend time with you.

you, who made all the serious design choices about the house. he let you take the reign as you chose things from the flooring, the tiles, the countertops, and researched to find an interior designer who fit both your taste and his.

you, who were the big spoon in every capacity. he'd lay his head on your lap as you lay on the couch, pulling your hands into his hair as to prompt you to play with it. when he came home late at night, he'd find refuge laying in your chest, almost always waking you up and he wrapped your arms around him and fell asleep to the sound of your heartbeat.

you, who always had the final say in an argument. katsuki and you hated fighting, he always acted out of anger and grew to regret it. yet, you'd always be the one to decide when the conversation was over. with a hand, or a simple word, you'd each take a break and reconcile when you said it was time.

“hm, this is a tough one.” he muttered, his hand covering the smirk of his mouth as he pretended there was any real chance it was him. you read him like a book, you always could, seeing red eyes staring at you and knowing you both had the same answer.

though, he knew the fact that he hailed your opinion as the highest sealed his fate. media, his publicists, even all might himself, none of their words held a pinch of truth next to yours. your word was final not only in arguments but in his problems, in his insecurity, in his worries. you silenced them all, with a few words usually paired by a kiss.

his hand fell off his mouth and on to hold yours, as he relented. “‘s definitely her.”

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Asking to hold Katsuki’s hand, and he gripes about it but grabs your hand roughly—he reaches his hand over your head to rest his arm over your shoulders as his fingers play with yours, and your laughs blend like symphony.

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HI, CALL ME DELI—the muse of delirium.

I'm 21, living in the Bay Area, and use she/her pronouns.

I am bisexual, a pisces sun, cancer moon, virgo rising, and an INFP. My Hogwarts house is Hufflepuff.

I'm purely motivated to write by my unmedicated ADHD, so most of my writing may lean toward a specific trope, theme, or character.

I'm still going to school and working to move out of my parent's house, so updates will happen as soon as I complete them (no betas, we full send raw).

This blog acts as my writing archive while transitioning my main blog into a multifandom stream of thought.

I enjoy writing romance—soft fics and tragedies mostly. I cope with writing angst by imagining a multiverse of timelines with various endings.

main husbandos: katsuki bakugo(mha), nanami kento, suguru geto, and satoru gojo(jjk), simon riley and john mactavish(cod), jason todd(dc)

other himbos: toji fushiguro and ryomen sukuna, bucky barnes, eijirou kirishima and shoto todoroki, vax'ildan, benimaru shinmon, trevor belmont, shinya kogami, osamu dazai

my favorite women in fiction: vi & jinx(arcane), selina kyle & diana prince(dc), wanda maximoff & yelena belova(mcu), neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite(avatar), yang xiao long(rwby), love quinn(you), vex'ahlia(tlovm)

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he lets you paint his nails | k. bakugou

> pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

> word count: 995

> concept: college au (aged-up), established relationship, domesticity, gn reader, canon divergence

> summary: bakugou lets you paint his nails

> warning(s): smoking weed

> author’s note(s): so i'm noticing i prefer college au's because the idea of writing a high school pov is so funky monkey to me. also, this was inspired by art I saw on instagram, but I forgot the artist.

You love spending the day at Bakugou’s place.

When you first started the student-hero routine, you collaborated with Kaminari and Mina on when to schedule your patrols, so you could work with either of them. Unfortunately, Bakugou decided on an opposite schedule to his roommate, so he would only have to cross paths occasionally.

That meant whenever you were working, Bakugou was off. And when you were off, Bakugou was out of the apartment.

This weekend was different, though. He switched patrols with Kirishima, who needed his shift covered, and went home early.

He already knew you would be at his place. He asked you last night over the phone and then confirmed with Kaminari.

When he unlocked the door, the smell of weed knocked him back. He scrunched his nose in irritation, but it quickly died when he caught sight of you stirring something on the stove, swinging your hips to music in your head.

You turned around when he shut the door behind him, and you dropped your spoon. Your eyes were red and glazed over, but he could read the pleasant surprise on your face.

"Katsuki," you breathed, smiling. "You're home."

"It reeks in here." He frowned darkly, dropping his duffle bag and uniform next to the couch.

"You're usually not here to smell it," you confessed whimsically, unbothered. You go up to him and bring him into a tight hug. The type of hug you gave when you were inebriated and wanted to literally melt into him. He slowly eases into it. "You're not going on patrol?"

"I would have if I was assigned an area," he muttered. "Eiji needed me to cover another time for him, so he took this shift."

"Remind me to thank him later," he heard you mumble against him.

Bakugou chuckled softly, petting the back of your head. "You miss me or something?"

"Always, asshole." You pull away from him, but he keeps his arms around you. "You're reckless."

He glares at that. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you say quickly, pecking his lips. "We're in Kami's room. Mina's here too."

"Goody," Bakugou remarks dryly, allowing you to drag him to Kaminari's room. The smell only got stronger the deeper you went into the apartment.

"Blasty boy is here!" Mina screeched when you showed up in the doorway. Kaminari was in the middle of a bong rip when his eyes met Bakugou's glare, and he choked.

Bakugou felt a brief sense of satisfaction as he watched Kaminari cough until tears ran down his cheeks.

"You're not supposed to be here," Kaminari wheezed out once he could speak.

"Why does the place smell dank?" Bakugou glared darkly.

"We do this every weekend. Chill out," you speak up, taking a spot on the ground next to Mina.

Every weekend? "How have I not smelled it?"

"Because your sense of smell isn't as impressive as you think." Mina giggles at your clap back as she takes the bong next.

"We were gonna smoke and then paint our nails," Mina tells him. Bakugou leans against the doorframe and glances at you, but you're preoccupied with choosing a color. "Can I paint your nails, 'Tsuki?"

"Not a chance, Pinky." He lowered himself next to you, nodded when you showed him your color, and wordlessly asked for his opinion. He looked over the options, a combination of the three of your collections, all scattered on the floor between them.

He picked a basic black and passed it to you, which you took with confusion.

"Can you do mine this color?" He could feel the rush of heat crawling up his neck when Kaminari and Mina began squawking at how soft he was for you.

You silence them with a look, which he's grateful for, and smile warmly.

"Of course. I'll paint yours, then mine." You shifted, facing him, and took his hand into your lap. "Oh, wait. I'm gonna take a rip first." You paused as you reached for the bong, glancing at Bakugou briefly to check for disapproval.

He smiled and gave you a wink, enjoying how your lips pulled back into a wider grin as you grabbed the bong by the neck.

He thought you looked pretty when you handled smoking like an expert. Even though he didn't smoke, he thought it was amusing when his friends got high. And when you got high, you laughed at everything, and Bakugou loved your laugh.

"So, when is the shift you're covering for Eiji?" You ask him after starting on his nails.

"Sometime next week," he mutters, although he probably should let Kaminari know too. "I think it's during one of your shifts."

"Oh, maybe we can pair up then," you smile, keeping your focus on his nail so close to your face that you're nearly cross-eyed. "Can I add some orange? I'll make it look nice."

"Whatever you want," he tells you, makes your chest swell.

It makes his stomach flip when he realizes how dainty your hands are compared to his, and he can feel his cheeks get warm. With his other hand, he brings it against your face and pulls you closer to press a kiss on your forehead.

"What was that for?" You laugh breathlessly. You feel his body shrug across from you.

"Felt like it."

Off to the side, Mina is pretending to show Kaminari a video on her phone, but she's really recording this sweet moment where you're painting Bakugou's nails.

Bakugou loves that you painted his nails. As the week begins and you two return to your everyday routines, Bakugou checks his nails constantly.

He's careful and makes sure the polish doesn't chip off. He checks for hangnails every hour and uses oil on his cuticles.

When he's in class, and it's been a while since he's seen you, he'll start rubbing the side of his index finger against the nail on his thumb. Something about feeling the smooth paint gives him relief.

(im definitely projecting, but i hope you enjoyed)

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Vox machina rlly dropped 3 episodes today. Lord, beer me strength ✋😔

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I think this is a blurb for this larger idea I'm obsessed with

Katsuki could hear crying echoing down the hall. No one was supposed to be in this area during the event, even if they were going through something. Despite that, it could also be a trap before the party is hit, and with that in mind, he crept slowly to the end.

Quickly sneaking a glance around the corner, he had to do a double-take before realizing it was you. You, who let nothing faze you, were crouched on the floor with your back against the wall. You covered your face with your hands, muffling your heavy sobs.

You looked like a painting as you cried in your pretty dress—the venue put you in a picturesque setting.

He suddenly felt bad for you. Even if you were two ranks below him and cocky as shit, Katsuki had never seen you like this before. And with how you're crying, it sounds like you need to let it out—regardless of the security risk.

Katsuki leaned back against the wall, deciding to wait until you cried your fill. As you wept, he felt something crawling under his skin. it only got worse as time went on.

Clearing his throat as humbly as he can, his ear heating up, Katsuki steps around the corner and leans against the wall beside you.

You groan with frustration at the interruption. Quickly, you wipe under your eyes and dry your neck with the back of your dainty fingers. You look up at him with a sneer before your eyes widen, realizing—

Katsuki saw you before the event started. While you were walking in and greeting the photographers with your makeup and hair perfectly done. Now, same as then, Katsuki couldn't take his eyes off you.

You were beautiful.

"Dynamight?" You cough a weak laugh, rising to your feet and stepping away.

"Who was it?" He asks simply, hiding his clenched fists in his pockets.

You scoff, wiping your finger around the rim of your lips, cleaning off the skewed lipstick. You don't notice the spot you missed, but Katsuki does.

"Presumptuous to assume anyone is responsible," you challenge, crossing your arms tightly over yourself.

"Isn't it always like that for people like us?"

You mull over his words for a moment, huffing a reluctant laugh after.

"What are you going to do? Beat him up?" You shrug with a sad smile.

It's Katsuki's turn to scoff. "It isn't beneath me." He can't believe you were crying over a guy. You destroyed a rampaging robot downtown last night, yet you cry over some guy.

Katsuki reaches carefully to wipe the smudge you missed under your lip with the back of his finger, holding your chin steady with his pinky. He's careful not to touch your lips with his dangling thumb.

You laugh softly, turning your head away. "You're ridiculous, Katsuki. The thought of you fighting him is ridiculous."

Katsuki glared down at you, dropping his dejected hand. "Say ridiculous again, and I'll blast you in the face."

You lean in with your eyes glistening from your receding tears. "It's ridiculous you think I can't take it."

Breathing out of his nose, Katsuki cups his hand under your chin, with his finger and thump resting on either cheek. "You're ridiculous if you think I won't do it."

You looked at him expectantly, with no sign of tears but bright with anticipation.

"We should go back to the event," Katsuki turned away, clearing his throat quietly and ignoring his hot face. "Follow me, or don't. The heroes on security can see you look like a mess."

He can hear you grumbling behind him, but it's followed by your heels clicking after him.

"Why were you out here?" You ask him once you catch up. Katsuki shrugged, preparing his answer, when you snaked your hand around his arm.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You're walking too fast," you argue with a seething look. "My feet already hurt in these, and your pace isn't helping."

Katsuki sighs, raking his free hand through his hair.

"I got bored inside," Katsuki answered candidly. "Maybe I was looking for a fight."

You bark a laugh. "So you came to find me?"

Katsuki huffed again like a dog before reaching up and messing up your hair.

"Katsuki!" You shriek, quickly releasing him to adjust yourself. "You asshole, we're at an event!" As you pulled out the accessories brands paid you to wear, you slowed to a stop with your hand overfilling.

Katsuki held your wrist and eased the trinkets into his hand, before holding out to you for the rest.

You didn't hesitate to use his help.

I wanted to write more, but I wanted to get this out even more. NOT BETA'D

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imagine alpha!simon riley ruthlessly rutting his strong hips into you from behind. his massive hand pushes your head down as you moan and cry into the pillow, your drool slowly soaking the fabric. and that is not the only thing that's getting soaked. your tight cunt is soaking wet, literally dripping around your alpha's cock, milking him, eager for his knot. as well as the soaked sheets. mostly from your sweet release squirting out of you while simon never once stops pistoning his thick length into you. you just take what your alpha gives you, loosing count of how many times you already came. but don't worry, your alpha keeps track of that, he always counts your releases out loud for you to hear. if your cockdrunk brain can even grasp the information. once he rumbles out a two digit number, you ask yourself how you're even alive with the way he's fucking you.

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“i can fix him” “i can make him worse” i can imagine him in little scenarios every night as i’m falling asleep

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you kiss the back of toji's hand one day very casually before intertwining your fingers with his and the man just kind of shuts down . bc what the hell did you just do????? kissed his hand?? you kissed his hand????? that's.. what?????? isn't he supposed to be kissing yours?????? and the fact that you're now just acting like nothing happened has him staring at you with widened eyes and slightly furrowed brows. you turn back to check on him because you realize that he's not following you anymore and just laugh lightheartedly when you see the faint blush on his cheeks and his burning ears. brining his hand to your mouth again, you press another kiss to his knuckles with a teasing smile glued to your lips and that makes him snap out of his daze. he tries to brush you off with a quiet click of his tongue but you know he liked it. you know he loved it.