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Giving Wind Breaker some love~

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Hi! could you write a NSFW of William and a female reader situated in his desk in Durham's classroom?

(I think I asked for it anonymously by mistake the other time, and I'm not sure if my request was sent, anyway I'm sending it again haha. I'm also not sure if this request has been made before, but I'm asking anyway <3) pd. I love your blog, Im reading all of your works rn

Hello hello! Yes, I got your anon version too lol. Sorry it took like a literal year for me to answer your asks! I've been stupid busy. But I really hope you like this little drabble. ******************

On The Desk - William Moriarty x Reader

You had visited your sweet husband during his lunch break.

He had left his packed lunch on the counter at home. And you, as his devoted wife, were more than happy to bring it to him. You had even brought along a meal of your own, hoping to spend him planning hour with him too. You hadn't expected... this.

You were splayed out against his oak desk, your bare breasts pressed against a few papers and perhaps a quill or two. His tie was wrapped around your wrists, caught along one of the drawer knobs, keeping your arms held taught above your head.

"You're such a sweet wife..." His cock was drilling into you, and if it weren't for part of his vest being balled up in your mouth, you would've moaned his name, "Bringing me something, even though it was out of your way? Goodness, I truly don't deserve your kindness, do I?"

A muffled cry was the only response you could give, feeling your eyes roll as he fucked into you harder. You could see the lunch sacks you had brought stacked neatly beside your head, right next to a bundle of ink pens. Your eyes then trailed to the door. Being a teaching college, there was no lock. Students were always encouraged to stop in during planning hours, and that was usually not to your detriment. You had always found it sweet. But now? Oh god, you hoped no one even dared enter the teacher's hallway.

Despite your sighs and moans being muffled, he still shushed you, keeping his voice low as he spoke, "Shhh. Don't want any of my colleagues to hear your whoreish noises, do you?"

You couldn't help it. You shuddered at the thought, tightening around his length in ecstasy.

He chuckled darkly, "Well then, if you insist..." He ripped the fabric from your mouth, replacing it with his long fingers. Your mouth hung open obscenely, and you felt your drool drip off of your chin, surely ruining one of his student's papers. Though still muffled, your sighs of ecstasy were much louder now.

"Yes, I'm so very happy you're such a perfect wife."

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Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

Love and endless hope for you and your family

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There needs to be more Hiromi Higa (Shadow) content in the world and so I present to you and half-baked story Idea that I highly encourage any other Shadow Loving Writers to expand on

Shadow x S!Reader / Hiromi x Tattoo Artist!Reader

Shadow, a punk at S, while Hiromi was a sweet florist.

Koi(love), a sweetheart at S(though ruthless in a beef, but you’d sweetly offer to personally patch up any of your opponents’ scrapes), while you were a snarky borderline cold(think Tsukki from Haikyuu kinda) Tattoo Artist

You, as the masked Koi, had fallen in love with Shadow at S, though you never said anything both because he was known to be ruthless in his words and because you knew it was hopeless.

You knew it was hopeless because as the snarky and sarcastic and blunt tattoo artist, you watched him, as Hiromi, in the flower shop right across the street fawn over his boss and bend over backwards, trying to woo her.

You knew it was completely hopeless to even try so you stayed quiet, and he didn’t even know that the sweetheart Koi and the blunt, full of snark Artist who did his back piece were one in the same. He didn’t know that Koi preened with pride every time he proudly displayed his back with your flowery piece with an Oni mask in the centre in full view. He didn’t know that every time the almost cold Tattoo Artist across the way daydreamed about him but sighed sadly when you snapped back to reality, looked across the way and saw him making heart eyes at his boss. He didn���t know that Koi longed to be one of the women hanging off his arms at S.

He didn’t know that you were completely and irrevocably in love with him.

You only revealed your identity to him when you got wrapped up in the group with the kids. He was shocked to find out that one of his strongest competitors was right across the street from him this whole time, and you knew it but hadn’t said anything! Luckily the situation at hand was too fast paced for him to have time to question you, but come the next work day, he made a cheery excuse to bring a nice bouquet over to the Tattoo Shop across the way to add a pop of color and cornered you there, you didn’t have any clients at the moment and you didn’t have any employees so it was easy to ask you questions uninterrupted. You managed to evade most of them and gave half-truths to the others and escaped by the skin of your teeth when he was called back by his boss.

You managed to just barely keep your feelings under wraps— only from him, though, everyone else had figured you out, even Langa though that’s because Reki told him— for most of the remainder of the big events happening. Though, just when you figured you were getting close to getting over him, he found out his boss already had a boyfriend and was crushed. He slunk over to your shop for solace and cried to you about unrequited love. Both seeing that he was no longer going to be chasing after this unattainable woman and having him confide in you, it reignited your feelings full force without your permission. You waited until he was no longer coming into your shop on his lunch break that he started to align with yours all teary eyed to even begin to hope that you had a chance.

It all came to ahead when, unexpectedly, Shadow showed up to S with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and, in front of everyone, asked you for a beef. If he won, he’d get to take you on a date, if he lost, he’d rematch you until he won. That was when you grinned, lowered your mask and offered a counter proposal. If he won, he got to take you on a date, if you won, you got to take him on a date. You kissed his cheek and took the bouquet, leaving him stunned and steaming from the intense blush that he was surprised hadn’t melting his make up.

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Hello,

I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿

I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.

Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨

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Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫

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touchstarved! hc’s - bnha

cw: 18+ mdni. all chars 20+, afab!reader, smut

dabi

hawks

‎shigaraki tomura: pt 1, pt 2

katsuki bakugou

shouto todoroki

eijirou kirishima

denki kaminari

aizawa shouta: pt 1, pt 2

sero hanta

izuku midoriya

hitoshi shinsou

monoma neito

tenya iida

tamaki amajiki

mezo shoji

mr. compress

toshinori yagi

a/n: currently accepting requests for your fave mha boy ♡ﾟ

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Dad Ego! being asked by his child to scare off a person who keeps asking them out and not taking a hint? I wonder how Ego would react with the information that a person is harassing his child and how he would scare them off

OOOH PROTECTIVE DAD EGO HERE WE GO

Requests open! - dad!Ego masterlist

Tags: gn!Ego's child!reader, reader is a teenager and uhh, yeah that's it

Ego notices how uncomfortable you are IMMEDIATELY. Even though you try to ignore the person and even tell them to leave you alone, they just don't stop. That's when your father steps in. He's tall - so he basically towers over them as he tells them to leave you alone. Ego rarely gets aggressive towards strangers, but if he does, it's always to protect you. At first, he's actually very passive-aggressive and then drifts into being more direct by constantly asking questions like "Do you like harassing people? You get off on that shit or what?" and "You really can't take a hint to fuck off when someone wants you to?"

As soon as the creep is gone, Ego makes sure you're okay and reassures you what the stranger did was very wrong. Ego really wants you to know you should never give in to someone even if they don't let go when you say no. And because some people suck and won't take no for an answer, your father will always be there to scare them off and protect you.

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18+

thinking about sitting in the library, working diligently on a paper with your sleepy boyfriend glued to your back. tucked between his legs, his head resting on your back, his arms around your waist… at first. you’d almost think he was asleep, if it weren’t for the way one hand has slowly crept its way under your hoodie and down into your sweats, two fingers trailing a very distracting pattern across your rapidly dampening panties. circling your clit, tracing up and down your slit, and you know he can feel you getting wet.

you miss a key and hit the backspace button harder than you necessarily needed to, thighs twitching like they might close around his hand. hiori tuts quietly, lifting his head and resting his chin on your shoulder, hot breath against the sensitive skin of your neck causing a shiver down your spine.

“everythin’ okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he talks. his hand pauses, and that’s almost worse than before.

“mhm, perfect,” comes your short reply, taking a deep breath before you resume typing. right as you feel yourself getting back into your rhythm, hiori’s fingers tug your panties to the side and resume their lazy circles on your clit. teeth digging into your lip to stop the sound clawing its way up your throat, you only trip up a bit as you type. the low chuckle in your ear feels like a threat, a kiss pressed to the nape of your neck before his cheek rests against your back again. those traitorous fingers slide down, slipping through the slick leaking from you before sliding inside easily.

“yer dripping, baby,” he murmurs quietly, fingers curling to find what he’s after, his other arm tightening around your waist as your hips jerk when he finds it. you abandon all attempts at writing your report, eyes scanning the quiet of the library this late to make sure no one is watching. hiori’s fingers keep pace, sliding in and out and curling to hit your sweet spot on every pass, thumb picking up the slack tracing tight circles against your clit. “think ya can keep quiet, or should we take this somewhere else?”  

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touchstarved! hc’s - bnha

cw: 18+ mdni. all chars 20+, afab!reader, smut

dabi

hawks

‎shigaraki tomura: pt 1, pt 2

katsuki bakugou

shouto todoroki

eijirou kirishima

denki kaminari

aizawa shouta: pt 1, pt 2

sero hanta

izuku midoriya

hitoshi shinsou

monoma neito

tenya iida

tamaki amajiki

mezo shoji

mr. compress

toshinori yagi

a/n: currently accepting requests for your fave mha boy ♡ﾟ

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A New New Blog!!

I’ve made a similar post before as some of you may have seen lol

This blog will go back to being a backup as I’ve made a replacement blog for Spiderlily-w1tch-blog(may she rest in peace 😔) that actually matches most of my other social media lol but especially my Ao3

The new blog is @koolaidmansbitch and I’m still in the process of setting it up over there and haven’t uploaded any of my stories just yet, know that I will once things in my irl life have calmed down a bit (i’m preparing to move and do actual real adult things like paying for it myself and figuring out how to live on my own like that and figuring out schooling since I’ll be moving 2 hours away from my current place) and I’ve gotten a little further in my WISPSIMPS series.

If you were a follower of Spiderlily-w1tch-blog, then go ahead and follow the new blog if you want to keep up with my stories! Or, go ahead and check out my Ao3 under the same name, Koolaidmansbitch

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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Pairing: Chobe Aza x Reader

Summary: After being sent to a deadly, monster-infested, island with well-trained samurai and devious criminals, you reunite with your one and only, Chobe Aza.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, tongue kissing, smut, oral(fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, sex outdoors, rough sex

Word Count: 2.9k

The plan was so simple. Kill the criminal you had been assigned to and meet up with the Aza brothers as quickly as possible. However, upon arriving to an island filled with monsters and mutated human-plant creatures, executing said plan turned out to be more troublesome than you expected.

Trudging through the large forest, you spotted a lake in the clearing. Rather than being muddy, murky, and moss-filled, the water was clear and blue. Almost too perfect. But with all the things you had witnessed on this island, the flawless body of water was the least shocking.

You shrugged off your clothes, opting to take a break in your search. After all, there was no hurry. You were sure that they would be fine. If you were able to adapt to the situation then your lover sure would. And assuming the two haven’t been split up, he’d keep his little brother safe just as you had during his absence.

Infiltrating the Asaemon under the guise of brother and sister. You hid him behind your last name so the connection to your troublesome partner wouldn’t be made. So they wouldn’t find out that the only reason you two were there was to save the Bandit King from execution.

You dipped your toes into the cold water before submerging your body completely. You let out a big sigh, the cool lake saving you from your own exhaustion. Even in a forest full of trees and shade, fighting criminals and monsters with the unrelenting sun beating down on you was tiring.

You ducked your head underwater and pushed your wet hair out of your face as you resurfaced. Letting go of all the tension in your body as you floated on your back. Your face, breasts, stomach, and thighs were the only parts of you that were visible to anyone outside the water.

“My, my,” you bit back a smile at the familiar voice, “is this my reward for being such a good protector?”

Opening your eyes you finally saw him for the first time in months. Battered and covered in blood, you figured that he’d been fighting just about every being on this island that he could get his hands on.

“Chobe.” Next to him was Toma, looking at everything but you with a slight blush on his face. The exact opposite of his brother who hungrily eyed you like a predator about to devour its prey accompanied by his devious smile. “Lately it seems like I’m the one who's been doing all the protecting since you had to go and get yourself caught.”

You finally let yourself smile at the man you love. Not able to hide your fondness for long given how long the two of you had been apart. And even though you figured as much, you were relieved to have the visual confirmation that they were okay. “Though it is good to see you.”

“I could make it up to you,” his voice was filled with lust. Toma took that as his cue to give you two space, making up some excuse about patrolling the area. Neither of you paid him any mind. During these past few months, he’d been able to see Chobe while you had to stay away. It was your turn to have him all to yourself. You held out an arm, coaxing him towards you. “Please do.”

He carelessly threw his clothes off as he approached the lake. You smiled at the sight of his semi hard-on, knowing it was all yours. His large hands cupping handfuls of water and wetting his face and hair as he made his way toward you in a sloppy attempt to get rid of the blood, sweat, and dirt.

Inches from your still floating form, the water stopped right above his hips. He reached out to grab your waist and pulled your body towards him. Your hand cascaded through his messy damp hair as he leaned down to kiss you. He was gentle and you felt him exhale through his nose, trying to savor the feeling of your lips against his.

You tugged his braid impatiently. You had been waiting for this for so long, you weren’t in the mood to wait some more. His hands traveled up your back, one just below your shoulders, and the other held the back of your neck. He pressed your upper body against him, kisses becoming more feverish and harsh.

You gently licked his lips a few times hoping he'd get the hint. He did, of course, being the oh-so-adaptable man that he was. Holding your head steady as he dipped his tongue into your mouth, tracing every inch of it with big swipes of his tongue. Occasionally causing your cheek to bulge out. Your skin felt hot despite the fact that you were in cold water.

After he was satisfied with his exploration of your mouth which he had mapped out many times before, you began to rub his tongue. Massaging it with your own. Straining your neck as you leaned up, trying to reach more of his tongue and mesmerizing the taste of his mouth. You whined when he pulled away creating a long spit string between your lips. Chuckling at your reaction he locked his lips with yours one more time, ending the kiss with a soft tug at your bottom lip.

You let out a noise of surprise as he picked you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to the edge of the lake. “So needy.”

You scoffed, offended by his smart-ass remark, “Wouldn’t be if you hadn’t left me alone all those months. And that thing down there that's poking my ass says that you’re just as pent up.”

“Maybe,” you could hear the amusement in his voice, “Or maybe you’re just too sexy to resist.”

Setting you down above where the ground dipped, he gently pushed you back onto the soft grass as he sunk to his knees. Now submerged up to his chest in the water, his face was level to your pussy causing a swirl of excitement in the pit of your stomach. He lifted your thighs onto his shoulders, “Don’t worry, I’ll worship you to make up for lost time.”

You strained your neck to look at him. Although you knew he was right here a part of you worried that if you took your eyes off him he’d disappear again. Sensing your tension, Chobe kissed up your thigh, gently kneading the flesh at your hip. “Relax, I ain’t goin' anywhere.”

Letting your head fall back you felt him kiss, bite and suck at each of your thighs. Working you up before diving in. His sharp teeth gently dug into your thigh, cheek practically pressing up against your core, leaving a love bite on your stretch marks before turning his attention to the wet throbbing heat in front of him. He could smell the intoxicating scent of your arousal as he inched closer.

You could feel his warm breath against your cunt, his lips barely brushing against you. You balled your hands up, clenching around nothing, in anticipation. Your jaw dropped when he finally licked a stripe up your pussy.

He gathered up your juices on his tongue, humming in delight. You were perfect. Your scent, your taste, your curves, the softness of your skin. Every inch of you was immaculate and you were his. “I missed eating your sweet cunt.” You let out a breathless laugh as he lapped at your pussy like a starved man, the tip of his tongue flicking at your clit. Your breathing was irregular and quiet moans left your mouth, “Chobe?”

Your body jolted as he hummed in question. The vibration sent sparks through your lower abdomen. “Ooo, fuck.” You reached down to grab a fistful of his hair, subconsciously lifting your hips, trying to ride his tongue. “Can you, uh,” your mind was clouded with pleasure, “Can you use your fingers?” He began tracing circles around your clit with his tongue forcing a whine out of you, “Please.”

“‘Course, princess.” He let go of your thigh, gathering your slick on his fingers as he rubbed around your entrance. His tongue still working on your clit, coaxing that wetness out of you. “Probably tighter than usual since you haven’t had a dick in ya in months.”

“Your fault,” you moaned, feeling his finger slowly slide into your pussy. His hands were so big, just his fingers could leave you satisfied. He curled his finger, hitting that sweet spot as he pumped it in and out of you. Your lower body squirmed and your legs tightened around his head. “Definitely tighter, almost like you're a virgin again.”

“More,” you demanded.

“Sure you can take it?” he teased.

“Mhmm.” You bit down on your lip, feeling a second finger enter you. You felt a slight twinge of pain which was quickly downed out by the stimulation from Chobe sucking on your clit. You already felt so full as he fucked his long fat fingers into you. The friction causing your pussy to make a squelching sound which was driving Chobe up the wall.

His cock ached, begging to be touched, but with how tight you were he knew he couldn't be lackluster with the foreplay. But with the way you were clenching around his fingers, he knew he wouldn’t have to wait much longer. He spread his fingers, working you open and continuing to stimulate your clit.

The electricity in the pit of your stomach was spreading throughout your whole body signaling your incoming orgasm. “Faster,” you choked out. You'd only meant his tongue but he sped up his fingers too. Your hips bucked wildly against him. No thoughts, just focused on cumming. You were so fucking close. You grabbed the back of Chobe’s head with your other hand. Upper back lifting off the ground as both of your hands tugged at his hair, pushing his face into your cunt.

“Fuck!” Your eyes squeezed shut, hips coming to a halt. Chobe slowed down the movement of his tongue, letting you ride out your high with gentle flicks that left your lower body quivering. As your body stabilized and your breathing returned to normal, you released your grip on his hair. “Want your dick.”

He tilted his head with a smile, “You were awfully tight around my fingers. How are we gonna make it fit?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” You didn’t want to waste any more time. You wanted him inside you. “Wanna be fucked, now.”

His gaze darkened with lust, lifting your legs off his shoulders. “If you say so.”

As he stood up, your eyes traveled down his wet body stopping at his cock. It stood proud and swollen, the tip was red and oozing precum, aching for some type of friction. You propped yourself up on one of your elbows and reached a hand out to gently grasp the shaft. Chobe groaned, cock twitching at your touch. You smiled softly and pumped your hand a few times. “I missed you too buddy.”

You chose to ignore the fact that your comment definitely went to his head, fueling his already enormous ego. You leaned back and spread your legs, wrapping them around his waist once he got close enough. Although it was already wet from the water, he humped his cock against your pussy, covering it in your cum.

“Ya’know, they kept my hands bound. They only cut them free when I had to eat.” He lined his dick up to your entrance. “Couldn’t even jack off. Though I wouldn't've wanted to if you would’ve just left my fuckin’ mind.” His words gave you butterflies as he slowly pushed his tip in, “Naughty girl, teasin’ me even when yer not around.” Your body tensed from the pain and your hand shot out to grip his arm, “ah!” Chobe just continued to stretch you open, “You're a fucking vixen,” until he was buried balls deep inside you.

You took deep breaths trying to relax your body and ease the pain. All the times you’ve been intimate with him, it was always a struggle adjusting to his massive cock. But this was a whole other level. Even though he was only teasing when he said you felt like a virgin, maybe there was some truth to it. “Feelin’ alright so far?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

His hands rubbed up and down your sides in an attempt to comfort you. “Move a little.” You grabbed his forearms, using them to brace yourself while he slowly pulled out and then plunged back in. He slid his hands up to your breast, gently kneading them, waiting for your next instruction, “Do it again.” He repeated the action, this time a little quicker.

“Again.” The two of you kept at it until you got used to the pressure, Chobe moving his hips just a little faster each time. The pain was starting to subside. “Think I’m ready.”

Chobe nodded. Truthfully, after months of not being able to bury his pent-up frustrations inside you, it took a lot to restrain himself. Especially with the way you were clamping down on him, your warm pussy trying to keep him inside you. He rolled his hips into you, finding a gentle rhythm. Tempted to pick up the pace he reprimanded, don’t get too carried away. Reminding himself that you were still adjusting, nice and slow.

Meanwhile, for you, the pleasure was drowning out the pain. You were dripping with need for him and his thrusts now felt far too gentle. “Harder.” He slammed his hips against yours harshly. Keeping an eye on your expression to make sure you were okay. “Faster!” He accelerated his thrusts, still watching you. Your face relaxed, melting into an expression of pleasure. Brows furrowed and mouth agape, moans falling from your lips.

Determining that you were fine, all caution was thrown out the window. His thrusts became erratic and brutal, hitting you in all the right places. His hand slapped down on your stomach grasping the fat and using it to pull your body to meet the frantic slap of his hips halfway. The action pulled a shocked gasp from you, toes curling as the tip of his cock banged against your nerves. “Please, don’t stop.”

Normally Chobe would’ve teased you for how desperate you were for his cock, most likely ending his sentence with a degrading name or two. But even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was sensitive right now too. Months without any sexual stimulation and now he was deep in your cunt that had tightened up while he was away. He was determined to draw your orgasm out of you before he reached his own.

But it seemed like your body had other plans, squeezing his dick so tight it almost felt like you were trying to strangle it. The forest was filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The taste of you still on his tongue, the smell of your sex getting him higher than any drug could. The sight of his big hand grasping at your tummy fat, using it to manhandle you. The sensations were getting to him.

“Fuck,” he growled, reaching down to rub your clit. You jumped at the contact. Eyes shooting open as you whined, “Chobe, it's sensitive.”

Rather than tell you the truth that he was rapidly approaching his peak, tensing the muscles in his abdomen trying to hold back until he made you cum, he deflected back to you, “Doesn’t it feel good though.”

Trying to swallow down the noises that threatened their way up your throat as he mercilessly stimulated your sensitive bundle of nerves, you choked out, “Don’t want this to end.”

“Don’t worry,” he smirked, still drilling his cock into you, “we get our hands on that elixir and we can do this forever.”

Too fucked out to comprehend that his plan was for you, him, and Toma to take the elixir of life rather than get the pardon. All you understood was the idea of fucking him forever felt like heaven. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Fine.” You finally let yourself go, eyes rolling to the back of your head, body convulsing. Chobe fucked you through it, the grip you had on his cock had him clenching his jaw desperately trying not to cum. As your moans died down and your body went limp, he pulled out. Letting his orgasm take over, he painted your body with his sperm. Shockwaves zapping through his whole body, legs threatening to give out.

He panted, staring down at you as you gathered his cum in your fingers before licking them clean. Humming at the taste, you looked up at him through your lashes, sucking on your cum soaked fingers. He’d never had an orgasm like that, maybe the two of you would have to go months without sex more often. He dismissed the thought immediately, even if you weren’t begging him to fuck you, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist seeing you come undone on his cock.

Wrapping an arm around you, he pulled you into the water. “We should get cleaned up and find Toma.”

You smiled and kiss his cheek. "Okay,” you drawled leaning in to peck his lips, “I really did miss you though.”

“I know.” He returned your affection, nuzzling into your neck. “Thanks for waiting for me. Know it probably wasn’t easy.”

Knowing this was as close to emotional as he was gonna get today, you reveled in the moment. Gently washing each other's sore bodies, until his words from earlier finally sunk in. “Wait, you want us to take the elixir of life?”

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New blog for @//spiderlily-w1tch-blog! Anyone who knows me as the new/backup blog, go and follow the actual new blog and you can watch the chaos unfold while I set up my new digs!

First post right out the gate!

Yes, this is pre-set up and everything 😭

I wanna get this outta the way now

I am also KoolAidMansBitch on Ao3 as well as the recently deceased @//Spiderlily-w1tch-blog (Gods rest her soul, she was good blog 😢)

I'm starting over fresh, this will be a blog solely dedicated to my current writings/style and topic of writing which means WISPSIMPS is NOT gone from this platform, I'll be posting it again and making announcements about it here. I won't start posting those for a bit but I will post some of my standalone works every now and again.

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Togame Jo has always been in the back of your mind and maybe that's why you accidentally text him instead of your best friend, otherwise why else would he show up to your house so late in the evening? inspired by @kingkatsuki adding onto a general "diary entry" to my blog .

A good finger fucking until I cry would fix me

A random thought you text to your friend before you toss your phone on your nightstand, groaning into your pillow with disgust over how horny you were over nothing at all.

It was just ovulation week of course, leaving you weepy and wet at your lashes and between your thighs. Dolphin shorts riding up as you reach for a shirt on the ground that you've stolen from your crush. The last time you'd seen him you'd gotten caught in the rain coincidentally near his apartment and so he invited you in until the storm passed, your clothes dried and neatly folded placed into a bag as he walked you to the train stop while you wore his shirt and sweats. You promised you'd return it nice and clean.

You both knew that was a lie.

Dressing quickly so you could finish cleaning up your apartment before dinner, take out on its way in about a half an hour and you needed to find your cash stash to tip the poor man when he got here.

Washing dishes, taking out trash, sweeping and even picking up your living room that was neglected through the week all before the doorbell rings.

Smiling as you go to open the door, ten in your hand, as you hum happily thinking about your favorite oversized meal. Except when you swing the door open the delivery man isn't there.

It's Togame, your crush.

He stands tall even as he hunches a little. Plastic bag of your delivery on the wrist of the hand in his pocket while the other idly scrolls his phone. Yours pings, the delivery driver sending a picture of the hand off, to Togame, and kind message thanking you for the large tip.

He looks up at you, just over the rim of his circular glasses that sit on the edge of his nose.

"Ya always answer the door like that, sweetheart?" He asks locking his phone as he looks you up and down, deep emerald gaze noticing his old band shirt that swallows your body. He isn't sure you're wearing anything underneath, he smiles and runs his hand through his hair to his undercut before he's pushing his way past you. Entering your apartment as if it were second nature and not his first time here.

Stopping in the genkan to shove off his geta that match his dark cotton samue paired with his flashy Shishitoren letterman jacket. Walking to the living room to set down the takeout on the kotatsu before the rummages through your cabinets for plates.

"Togame?"

"Yea?"

"What are you doing here?" With how comfortable he makes himself in your home, you almost forgot you barely know him and that you're dressed in a shirt you never returned, pulling down the hem a bit more since your shorts hardly cover your ass.

"M here to 'fix ya.'" He tilts his head at you, wondering why you're lingering by your entry way, "Like ya asked."

"Like I asked?" A cold sweat breaks out over your skin, prickling at the nape of your neck.

"Yea, wouldn't want you texting anyone else your problems sweetheart. Least not ones like that." He sets the two plates and two sets of utensils down on the counter while he opens the fridge. Delighted to find a beer bottle that he opens with his teeth, before bringing one of the glass bottles to his lips for a sip. Grabbing for the plates and returning to the living room to settle in. Tossing his glasses and jacket onto your bed that lies a few feet from the kotatsu looking over his shoulder while he makes your plate.

"Ya coming?"

"Togame...I-" You let out a shaky breath, there's no way you texted the wrong person. You texted your friend your born again virgin woes, right?

Right??!!!

"Shy now?" He chuckles, pulling out his phone, holding it up so you can see the message that he received and sure enough it reads, a good finger fucking would fix me.

"THAT-" You bap at his phone knocking it from his hands as if that could make him unsee it, make him forget all about your lewd request, "That was NOT meant for you."

"Oh?" His jade eyes are cat like, narrowing for a moment in an emotion you can't place, "Who was it meant for? Surely not someone from Bofurin."

He takes another swig from his bottle, long fingers around the neck that he tightens over the thought. He knew no one from Bofurin could please you the way Togame knew he could, especially not that one with headphones and suckers.

Togame would much rather you be sweet on Sako, least then he was a Shishitoren.

"It was meant for a friend! It was like- like a joke between girls." Your confession shouldn't make his cock twitch in his pants, he palms at it and doesn't bother to be subtle.

"Girls always talk so lewdly to each other?" Silence stretches on between you two before he cracks a devilish smile, patting at the spot next to him, "Come on, gotta get some food in ya."

With your heart beating on your ribcage you slowly sink down next to Togame, who puts on a movie the two of you would enjoy while you eat your meal. Splitting with him what was supposed to be your dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow.

It's comfortable, the silence and occasional comments on the flick takes some odd plot twist and for a moment you forget why exactly he showed up at your door.

Right up until the credits, where you try to rise with a "welp" as if to show him away.

But Togame wasn't going anywhere, crowding your space with little effort and it's only now you realize you practically sat on top of him. He didn't let you get up and there's no way you can escape now as his mouth hovers so closely to yours.

"Now," he purrs, hand moving to cup your mouth, long fingers digging into the fabric to touch your already wet hole, "lemme help you with your problem."

Roughly pressing his fingers into your cunt and swiping up to your clit in slow strokes and it makes you gasp. Fisting the navy blue fabric of his samue when he presses his mouth to yours. Kissing you with a mixture of rough and soft that leaves you a little dizzy. Domineering in a way you'd forgotten you liked, gasping against his mouth giving him entrance for his tongue to slip in. Slow swipes as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more all while he keeps that slow rough drag of his finger tips. Until he hears the squelch of your cunt and feels your arousal soaking through your shorts only then does he pull away as you whine.

Hooking his fingers into the waist band of your shorts and yanking them down and off of your ankles, pushing you to lean back against your bed frame as he crowds further. Palm on your pretty mound as his fingers repeat the same action, catching on your entrance that starts to flutter with each circle of your clit back down to your perineum. He watches your face, watches your hips twitch as you arch your back for him, your hands fisting the hem of the fabric at your waist.

Togame brings his free hand to shove his shirt over the mounds of your breasts, exposing your already hard nipples to the cool air of your apartment. Leaning over to lick a broad stripe making you clench around nothing as a shiver runs down your spine. He does it a few more times before he's pulling your nipple into his mouth. Shoving his two thick fingers into your tight cunt with enough force it makes your tits bounce and you moan loudly.

Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before flicking it in time with his thumb that now circles your clit. Adjusting his hands so that his fingers can touch that sweet spot and his thumb can rock against your clit with each thrust of his hand.

In just a few short strokes you're starting to see stars.

"Oh fuck oh fuck. Togame, fuck ahh." You sound better than what he's imagined when he fisted his cock to the thought of you. Your name on his tongue makes his cock ache painfully in his boxer briefs, begging to be touched but that could wait.

Biting at the soft tops of your tits, leaving hickies that you'll be finding for weeks as your head jerks back. Coil in your stomach so tight you think you might snap in half.

"Togame, don't stop, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" You sound whiny like you always do and Togame loves the sound. Lives for it and it's why he's always teasing you when you stop by Shishitoren to give the gang a lecture about not trashing the bar you work out.

It always fell on deaf ears that is until Togame made his men listen but he didn't want to think about all that right now.

He just wanted to burn the way you look creaming his fingers into his memory. Moving off your nipple with a lewd pop and silvery string that connects the two of you that he breaks with a swirl of his tongue. Looking down to see how you soak the floor and his fingers making him press into you a little harder.

"Then cum sweetheart. It's why I'm here remember?" With that you reach ecstasy, bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers with a loud moan of his name and tears collecting in your eyes, holding his gaze and if Togame wasn't in love with you before he sure as hell was now.

Watching you pant as he slows his pace just enough for you to catch your breath but let you ride out your high, loving how your cunt flutters around his fingers, trying to pull his digits back in that he steadily rocks into you.

Your manicured hands reach for his waist band, eyes trained on the outline of his long, fat cock.

"Please, 'gami." You whine, pulling at the fabric as his free hand gently pushes yours away. Green eyes tracking over pretty skin he's littered with bruises, kind replaying the way you cried out his name as he feels drool collect at the back of his throat. Pulling his fingers out until just the tips were hidden within your velveteen walls before he pushes the saliva to the tip of his tongue. Pulling his lips away from his teeth to push the spit from the wet muscle right onto your clit, not that you needed the extra lube. Messily rubbing it against the sensitive bud making you cum again with a cry and a biting grip on his forearm.

"No, no sweetheart. This is about you right now." He hums, eyes dark and trained on your face before he sets another relentless pace. Until you're slumping over and jerking back. Crying out his name over and over as fat tears fall past those pretty lashes Togame loves seeing you bat up at him when you want your way.

So into what he's doing to you he doesn't realize his boxers have become sticky until he shifts closer to you. Clinging to his skin too much for it to be only pre, turned on even more that you made him cum his fuckin pants from just your sights and sounds. Even your smell, sweet and sticking in the back of his throat making him insatiable.

"Fuck, lissen to how your cunt soundsssss." He growls, making emphases by pushing you beyond your limit so he can hear the clicking slick and cry of your cunt sucking his fingers back in when he pulls them out.

He doesn't stop until his fingers are pruned and cramping in your cunt that has been spasming non stop for the past five minutes, your throat sounds dry from your moaning and selfishly he thinks he could spit onto your tongue to help you alleviate your pain.

Looking up to see your debauched face, brows furrowed, lip pouting and tears of beyond overstimulation that makes him ease you down into slow ruts til his fingers are just in you. Half smothering you as he crowds your space, slowly pulling out his fingers and lightly tapping your clit as he leaves your glistening folds making you yelp.

Lips at your throat, leaving soft nips and nosing at your racing pulse, "Deep breath."

His voice is soft and it makes you dizzy, slowly pulling in breath until you feel a little more clear headed. Clinging to him slightly and he pulls you closer halfway on his lap so you can curl into his throat. Breathe in his cologne and hopefully think about him as much as he thinks about you.

Little does he know...

"Hmm, but you didn't get to have any fun." You pout, now real tears collecting in your eyes that have him chuckling again. Pressing his lips gently to yours before pulling himself away from you reluctantly.

"Oh I did." He presses his sensitive spent cock roughly through his pants until you can hear a muted squelch.

Suddenly there are hearts in your eyes, looking up at him and pushing him onto his back. Pulling his pants down until they sit midway on his hairy thighs, leaning over to lick the spent cum from his soft cock and if you weren't careful would quickly get hard. Your hand placed firmly on his sternum to keep him from getting up as your tongue travels to his heavy sac.

Togame just lies back, staring up at your ceiling, hand coming to circle yours until he's "clean" wishing you had texted him by accident months ago.

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Denki's mom has got it going on | Bakugou x Reader

summary: Katsuki was sure of many things after entering Denki's home, one, Denki lives in a massive penthouse, two, he has the biggest crush on Jirou and is actively flirting with her (he’s failing at it) and that dunce face who seems to enjoy making himself look like a complete fool in front of others has a milf for a mother.

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: age gap, pervert!Bakugou, milf!reader, unprotected sex, oral(m!receiving), Bakugou sniffing panties

a/n: here it is !!! here it is (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) milf reader !!!

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You’ve always been active in your son’s life as he grew up. You’ve witnessed many phases of his life–his emo phase, his bratty phase, his “I want to become a king so you can stop working, mom!” phase, and even the phase in his life where he makes countless mistakes. But as time went on, you found yourself getting busier and busier until you no longer had extra time to even bake your little Denki his favorite lemon muffins.

As he entered high school, your ritual of taking a picture with him in front of the school gate was broken after receiving an emergency call from the hospital. Your son didn’t stop you from leaving midway your breakfast, nor was he too happy about it.

As he turned sixteen, your worlds changed when you two lost the father of your family. Years went by and you didn’t have any problems supporting your one and only child financially on your own, you were one of the best doctors in Japan after all. It’s all the “how to shave” and “how to tie a tie” and many other “how to”s that dads are usually pro at that you have trouble with.

On the day of his graduation, after failing to attend it,  you promised yourself and him that you are going to have more than enough time for your child. You demanded less time in the hospital and threatened to quit if they didn’t accept.

Now your schedules go from eight in the morning to six in the evening from mondays to fridays. If you didn’t have any appointments on the weekends, they were usually free and you stayed home and bonded with your son. Well, if one counts having your ass handed to you more times than you can count in Mario Kart.

The scent of vanilla mixed with a lemony aroma wafts through the air. Denki’s favorite lemon muffins baked in the oven as you washed the baking utensils. The doorbell rings twice, catching your attention. You weren’t expecting anyone nor did you order anything online.

“Denki–”

“I invited my friends over, by the way!” The blond runs down the steps of your vast penthouse and instead of scolding him lightly on why he should have told you earlier so you could have cleaned the place, you huff and go straight back to washing the dishes.

“Hey! Sorry we’re late, Bakugou demanded some convincing.” You hear a guy chuckle awkwardly as Denki ushers them inside. The sounds of them taking of their shoes echo through the large home you live in and as you finish rinsing the last bowl you used, the sounds of padded footsteps slowly creep towards you–more like the kitchen.

“Oh yeah. This is my mom. You guys probably never met her yet, her work usually requests most of her time.” Denki motions towards you and you smile warmly at his friends. Your eyes scan over them one by one; there were three boys and two girls.

“Hello, my name is Kaminari Y/n, but please, just call me Y/n. Don’t wanna be reminded of how old I am.” You chuckle lightly at your awkward joke as the group follows in suit.

“Mom, this is Ashido Mina,” Denki motions at the girl with pink hair and matching pink skin, “Kyouka Jirou,” The girl with the dark purple hair and headphone ears, “ Hanta Sero,” the guy with the black hair, “Kirishima Eijiro,” the guy with a big and tall build with red spiky hair, “and this ray of sunshine is Katsuki Bakugou.” The blonde who looks like he has a frown temporarily attached on his face.

“Nice to meet you all. You guys can stay wherever, I’m making lemon muffins. It’s my little Denki’s favorite.” You squeeze at your son’s cheeks whose face burns in embarrassment. His friends begin laughing and teasing him about it as they slowly exit the kitchen.

You silently go back to whatever you’re working on, deciding to whip up other snacks so there can be many to choose from. After being reminded of the hot weather, you decide on fruity popsicles and ice cream sandwiches. Both easy and quick to make.

“She’s not really his mom, is she?” Eijiro whispers to Katsuki who simply looks at him with a blank expression before returning has gaze towards the TV. Katsuki was sure of many things after entering Denki's home, one, Denki lives in a massive penthouse, two, he has the biggest crush on Jirou and is actively flirting with her (he’s failing at it) and that dunce face who seems to enjoy making himself look like a complete fool in front of others has a milf for a mother.

Katsuki’s mind races back to when he first saw you–wearing such short shorts that hug your wide hips and thick ass and thighs perfectly. A white shirt that’s so thin, if he concentrates, he can make out your nipples and their size. He blinks himself out of his daze when his pants begin tightening up.

Think of something else, think of something else, something else, something else–god fucking dammit!

“Hey dunce face. I need to take a piss.” Katsuki stands up, facing his growing boner away from his friends. “There’s a short hallway full of doors to the right of the kitchen. It’s the last left.” Katsuki immediately leaves the theatre room and makes his way to where the kitchen is. His eyes immediately land on you blending something red and it doesn’t help that the vibrations of the blender shakes your beautiful breasts.

I’m like a stupid pervert. Katsuki huffs to himself as he quickly strides his way past the kitchen, catching your attention for a second before the wall covers him from your line of sight. He looks around, brows knitting together when he finds himself confused at which door the bathroom led to. He can’t remember what that idiot said as his mind can only recall you and you alone.

He turns to the right, opening the door before huffing in annoyance. It looked nowhere like a bathroom and instead seemed like a bedroom instead. From the plain furniture and clean environment, Katsuki can only guess that this was your room. He wanted to leave immediately, he swears to god and everything holy above, but something dark red and lacy catches his eye. The cabinet is a white contrast to the popping color–it draws him in as if it were the forbidden apple and he was Eve.

He crouches down, taking the part of the delicate fabric on his fingers before his hands shakily pull the drawer open. Inside it are brightly colored lacy panties and bras, some he can recognize as thongs or t-backs and the others are just see-throughs that barely cover anything. It’s a drawer full of everything inside a teenage boy’s wet dream.

He feels as if he’s been pulled five years back, his sexual fantasies urging him to grab a fistful of the underwear. And he does. He first takes the dark red that caught his attention, spreading it open and studying it in full view before taking a white one, and a baby blue one with a gemstone attached in the center, and a black thong, and a white see through one, and the next thing he knows, his hands are full of his friend’s mother’s underwears and he’s bringing it up to his nose, inhaling the soft scent of fabric conditioner.

He frowns.

Katsuki wanted to sniff you. Your scent, not roses of the meadow or cottony blues. He begins moving from the cabinet, his mind racing to where you could possibly place your hamper. Hopefully you haven’t done your laundry yet.

“Didn’t know my son was friends with a pervert.”

Katsuki’s body stills at the sound of your voice. Your tone is different from before, it’s more demanding, more serious and it’s causing Katsuki’s body to grow even hotter and hotter than it was before. You close your door behind you and Katsuki doesn’t miss the click of the lock, causing his thoughts to grow rampant.

What were you going to do? Were you gonna tell him? Were you gonna scold him? Fuck you’re hot. What kind of underwear were you wearing under those tight booty shorts? Probably a thong? What color?

“And after being caught red-handed, you still have the courage to gawk.” You shake your head, disappointed. “I thought you were the serious type in the group, Katsuki.”

The blond shivers. The sound of his name leaving your lips does something to him and he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is, but it’s something. He finds himself suddenly out of breath and his head is growing dizzy from all the pent up tension inside his pants, inside his dick.

“Turns out you’re just like every other guy, hmm?” He watches as you kneel down in front of him, taking his dick in your hands–why were you holding his dick?!

You look up at him with hooded eyes, pressing your lips against his clothed cock as you pressed soft kisses on its side. Katsuki’s breathing gets worse with every kiss and finally,  a gasp leaves his lips when you pull his pants down, exposing his cock, watching as it springs free. You push Katsuki’s hips back, making him fall onto the foot of your bed.

“Does your girlfriend not care for you, Katsuki? You look like you haven’t done it in years.” You fake-pout at him, pressing soft kisses all over his cock as your thumb presses on the head of his length, playing with and smearing the pre cum that’s oozing out of the tip. “Mmmff- I don’t- I’ve never had a girl- girlfriend.” Katsuki gasps in between his words, panting when you begin giving his cock soft kitten licks just for the heck of teasing him. You chuckle lightly, watching such a strong and mean looking guy breakdown at the palm of your hands have always been amusing to you

“That’s dangerous, then.” Your hot breath fans over his sensitive cock, causing Katsuki to throw his head back in pleasure. “I’ll be ruining you for every other girl out there.” And in a second, you take his entire length in your mouth. Katsuki gasps and a startled gasp leaves your throat–this boy is posing to be a bigger challenge than expected.

Well, no matter. He’s nothing I can’t handle.

You shake your head softly, allowing him to reach as far as your throat. You swallow around him, just to see how far you can push him, but this seems to be the edge as he mutters profanities under his breath and something warm and thick fills your throat, slowly dripping down your stomach. You push yourself off of him, gasping for air, your chest rising and falling heavily before feeling your cunt growing needy.

“Since I helped you out,” With shaky legs, you stand up, pushing your shorts down. Katsuki’s eyes widen and the butterflies in his stomach go wild at the sight of your bare cunt under the shorts. No you weren’t a thong, or anything see-through, as a matter of fact, you weren’t anything at all.

You climb on top of him, taking your shirt off, allowing your breasts to spill out. Katsuki lets out a surprised gasp as he sits up, taking one boob in his hand, squeezing and fondling it as he sucks on the other one. You press his tip against your entrance before lowering yourself, the room filling with both of your hushed moans.

Katsuki scolds himself for acting like such a teenager when he’s supposedly twenty-one. Get it together, Katsuki! For god’s sake!

Your hands run up and down the blond’s biceps, you’ve never felt such amazing muscles before in your life. Katsuki is just so big and tall and he overpowers everything about you. You begin rocking your hips back and forth, digging your teeth onto your lower lip and your eyes rolled back as you continued to feel every inch, every detail, every vein of his large cock inside you.

“You love fucking your friend’s mom so much? Hmm?” You tease, taking both your breasts, presenting it at him. Katsuki immediately buries his face on them, his mind going crazy at how soft and warm they feel.

The noise of slapping skin and soft moans fill the room. Katsuki flips the both of you around, now hovering over you as you laid on the soft mattress of your bed. His thrusts are slow and deep, but that isn’t what you need right now. “Go faster!” You whisper and Katsuki gladly obliges, one hand gripping at your thigh and the other busy fondling a fistful of your boob.

“Shit! Shit! Close, I’m so close!” You cry out softly and Katsuki continues thrusting inside you, hips never once flattering as he chases for both of your orgasms. Your hands fly onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your walls clamped down on him. The blond buries his face on the crook of your neck, muffling out his moans as he releases inside you.

The both of you breathe heavily against each other for a long moment, Katsuki processing whatever the fuck just happened and you wondering if your muffins are burning. You tap on his shoulder and Katsuki quickly pulls out of you, tucking his dick back into his shorts as you stand up and grab some panties, dressing yourself up again.

Katsuki stands up, eyeing you as you walk over to the far corner of your room, opening what seems to be a basket with a lid on it. You take out some black lacy thongs, throwing it at the blond who catches it ungracefully. You chuckle at his clumsy actions before leaving the room.

Katsuki eyes the panties thrown at him, slowly bringing it up to his nose to inhale deeply. His heart skips a beat at your smell filling his senses. He stands there frozen for a moment, gripping at your panties before stuffing them in his shorts.

He leaves the room and enters the bathroom, fixing himself up and wetting his face with water before drying up and exiting the bathroom. “I thought you only had to pee?” Denki asks, eyeing Katsuki as he enters the kitchen, sitting on one of the counter stools beside Eijiro.

“Ate something bad, I guess.” Katsuki shrugs his shoulders.

“Aw, then I hope you’re hungry!” You coo, sliding a plate of muffin in front of him as well as a glass of ice cold coke. “Tell me if you want more, honey.” You smile at the blond and it takes every cell in Katsuki to stop himself from blushing profusely.

You didn’t mean it in the way everyone else in the damn room thought you meant. Another thing Katsuki’s sure about.