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Adam x fem!reader

Part 1

CW/TW/Tags: Porn, Car sex, Semi Public, P in V, TW: Adam, COLLEGE AU!!!!, oral fem receiving, tell me if I missed smth, I wrote this at 2 am help me, breeding kink, pregnancy mention

Summary: Adam is either very charismatic or you don’t have a spine.

Adam ended up driving you home, after you punched in your address in his navigation system it didn’t take long for you to pass out. Shaking you awake, you scrambled out of Adam’s car, but sadly you weren’t fast enough since you still had to listen to Adam rant to you about the shit hole of a neighbourhood you live in.

He didn’t drive off till you safely entered your building.

Once you got home you didn’t even have the energy to get undressed, you barley took off your shoes and you were already in your bed. Pros of having a one bedroom apartment: the way to the bed is very short.

When you woke up everything felt like a fever dream. It felt so unreal, you were sure it was a weird sex dream coming up because of your repressed consciousness or whatever. You quickly threw away this theory, once you got into the shower. Ew. Having cold cum run down your thighs was not it.

Right so that happened. For real. Totally couldn’t potentially ruin your social life. That’s cool.

Checking your phone, you found texts messages from your friends. Since you all share locations they were happy to see you home after disappearing. Some kidnap jokes were made. You didn’t bother responding.

And just like that your life continued and you tried not to think of Adam anymore. Since you aren’t in the same friend group, don’t study the same subjects, and you’re just a master of avoiding awkward situations you didn’t see him the past 2 weeks. During these 2 weeks Adam found your insta, snapchat AND your phone number. In that order. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised if he found your secret AO3 account or something and started to spam you full with comments.

Him actually actively looking for you made you feel some type of way….and once those thoughts reached you, you basically slapped yourself. You have always sucked at responding to messages, your friends just call you when they need you. You didn’t even properly read Adam’s messages, leaving him on delivered. These messages caused you so much anxiety, that you immediately swiped them away in your notifications field when you saw them pop up.

Another thing you were worried about was that your period was 2 days late, which isn’t a lot considering you took Plan B and it messes with your hormones but it still had you on edge so bad. You ended up buying a pregnancy test, which you didn’t end up needing. Thank god.

The last weekend party you skipped. Sitting at home and catching up with work was how you spend your weekend. And once you saw everyone post the party on their stories and the messages in your group chats, your FOMO kicked in so hard that you had to attend the next one. So, here you were leaning against a wall with some cheap soda in your hand, because you don’t drink since you’re boring. And like always when you’re at a party, you realised you didn’t actually miss out on much.

If you could, you would scroll away at your phone. What’s stopping you? Easy:

Adam starring at you from across the room. Tots not uncomfortable. Starring at your phone now would be like throwing a rock at an sleeping ice bear. Since you basically ignored him for 2 weeks straight. You really know how stand in your own way. Some part of your brain told you not to provoke him too much.

Ok you were just going to run away this is ridiculous. Taking a good look around on how you could escape (your friends were going to murder you for disappearing AGAIN) you jumped nearly 10 feet into the air when you felt big hands on your hips and a body pressed against your back. The only logical reaction to this was to step on the guys foot and throw your drink at his face.

“Ow! What the fuck, you crazy bitch?” Adam yelled.

How the fuck was he able to get to you that fast? Without you noticing?? He’s so big what??

“Jesus, dude! You can’t sneak up on a girl like that!” You yelled back.

Thankfully not many eyes were on you guys, and the music was loud so people yelling to communicate wasn’t unusual.

Adam whipped the soda of his face, looking pissed. Thankfully there wasn’t much left in your cup anyways, the top part of his band shirt was only slightly soaked. Act cool, act casual. Crossing your arms over your chest you looked at him expectantly.

Even though he looked mad a second ago, taking in the sight of you seemed to cheer him right back up. Maybe it’s because of your short skirt.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Wanna get out off here?” Shit. Goosebumps from excitement crawled all over your skin. He smelled like the sweet soda, but also like deep cologne. Ah, you’re so so weak.

“Always.” The words left your lips before you could truly think about it.

Adam smirked down at you, placing a hand at the small of your back he started to lead you out of the house party.

That’s how you ended up in Adam’s car, while he zipped around town, trying to find a secluded place, his hand was up your skirt massaging messy circles into your clothed pussy. You on the other hand were spreading your legs further apart, trying and failing to muffle your moans. Even though it was at most 2 minutes, it felt like it took Adam hours to park the car. You clawed at his wrist, trying to get more stimulation out of him.

He reached a hand under his seat, sliding it back from the wheel as far as possible, while also reclining the back of the seat.

“Holy shit, babe.” Adam mumbled out, he reached across to grasp your ass with both his hands hoisting you up and successfully into his lap. Once you sat down on his lap you could feel his bulge right under your pussy. You gave it an experimental roll of your hips. Adam bit his lower lip, his hand flew to your hips, helping you grind down on him.

Grasping at his shoulders, you smashed your own lips into his, trying to steal his breath. Fucking hell, you don’t think you have ever carnally desired anyone as much as him. Adam was still grinding your cunt unto his dick by your hips while he explored your mouth with his tongue freely.

Once the kiss stopped so you could breathe, Adam took the opportunity to rip your tights apart, to have better access towards your private parts.

“Man! Why did you do that? You better buy me new ones, asshole.” You told him frustrated.

“Chillax, baby, I will buy you even better ones if it means you let me hit.” Fucker.

Adam pushed your wet panties to the side, gently easing in a finger, “So tell me. Who else did you fuck after me?” His words were anything but gentle.

“Shit..No one. I..I swear, Adam.” You spoke through gasps. His thumb started to stroke your clit.

With his other hand Adam roughly grasped your jaw into his hand, starring into you with his golden eyes. They reminded you of that of a hawk. He didn’t look too convinced.

“Please, Adam, only you can make me cum.” You whimpered out.

Adam grinned at you at your words, “Ain’t that the truth. You better start answering your fucking messages then, slut.” Another finger was entered into your hole, he curled them upwards, hitting sensitive spots which made you moan shamelessly.

“Bad…at replying.” You mumbled out.

Adam rolled his eyes at you, “Yeah, right, give me a better excuse and I might let you cum.”

It’s not a bad excuse, it’s your reality. Even though your screentime was embarrassingly high, messages were your personal final boss. Using both your hands to run them down the sides of your thighs, your right hand met the pocket garter you wear when you’re wearing a skirt, or dress. Pulling out your phone with one brain cell intact is one thing, but unlocking it is a whole other. Pulling up the messages app, shoved the device into his face. He can read. You think. You hope.

Once he stopped grasping at your jaw so roughly, you massaged the tense muscles. Adam scrolled through your chats, he looked very interested. You caught the glimpse of a chat from last year. Yikes.

Laying your head against his shoulder, you started kissing at his neck. You still had fucking hickeys and bite marks from him! Asshole. Adam left your messages app and was investigating your social media now. He looked through your phone like a man on a mission. If you had at least half your mind you would have already stopped him. But the happier he was at your innocence the more intensely he did rub circles into your clit, turning you to mush.

Throwing your phone on the passenger seat- if it bounces off and breaks or gets lost you were going to kill him- Adam placed a hand at the back of your head, starting another forceful kiss. While your tongues were busy, Adam eased the third finger into you. He pumped them in and out of you, testing the resistance. Taking him unprepared would be a really stupid idea.

With a well placed tug of your hair, Adam pulled you slightly away from him, “It’s fucking hot babe, how you ignore other people. Really. But shit, I need you to answer my fucking messages. I’m not like those other fucking clowns you keep around. Got it?” You quickly nodded your head at him, whatever gets him inside of you.

Slowly pulling out his fingers out of you, one by one, he licked a strip up his fingers while looking into your eyes. He pulled down his jeans zippers, pulling out his leaking dick. He gave himself a few good pumps with his soiled hand. Is he not wearing any underwear?? Yikes.

“Now, sit down on my fucking dick.” Adam smirked at you.

A moment of clarity hit you when you remembered the unused pregnancy test you have hidden away.

“Wait! Do you have a condom?” You looked hopefully at Adam.

He looked at you like you just ruined Christmas, easter and his birthday all at once, “What the fuck do we need that for?”

“I’m not interested in pregnancy. Today is not safe.” You told him, you tried to sound stern.

“You would look hot as fuck though, with swollen tits and a swollen stomach. You sure you don’t want me to cream you while you’re ovulating? Besides, it went well last time, didn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow at you. The gold piercing was reflecting the light of the street lamp outside.

His hand were rubbing at your hips, wandering further up till he helped you take off your sweater. You didn’t bother wearing anything under it because bras suck. He smiled at the sight of your bare chest as if he just won the lottery. He really was moody.

“I’m serious! I bought a fucking pregnancy test, I was so stressed last time.” Adam didn’t even bother looking into your eyes again, his huge hand pulling and rubbing at your nipples and chest. You had to bit your lip to keep from moaning. You had to be strong, at least once. You also really needed to finish this degree without getting pregnant.

“See babe? That’s what you need my number for. So you can fucking tell me that shit.” Adam made brief eye contact with you, before he leaned forward and started sucking at your nipple. His teeth carefully bit down. Your hands tangled themselves up in Adam’s hair. Because Adam pulled you forward for easier reach, your pussy ended up rubbing across Adam’s length. The groan which left his lips made your tit vibrate deliciously.

He really knows how to play you. With his hands he grasped your ass, massaging it before he dragged you across his dick. Your clit caught at his dick piercing, causing you to call out for Adam.

And if you had half a mind, you would simply open up the car door and climb out, to really make your point clear. And Adam would drag you back in, while complaining and get a condom somewhere (hopefully). But the risk of him actually letting you leave was not something you wanted. You just really needed to have him fill you up.

Tugging at his hair, he removed his mouth from your boob. He smiled at you, “Finally ready to get dicked down, baby?” Adam asked you in that arrogant tone of his.

Your own hands wandered across Adam’s chest, till you finally tugged at the bottom of his shirt, trying to take it off. Adam slightly sat up, removing his shirt and throwing it on the passenger seat. Fully taking in his tan olive skin, you realised just how hot he truly is. There was a scar across his right ribcage, his nipple piercing just made him 100 times more attractive, his ample stomach made you want to straight up cannibalise him while his happy trail made your mouth water. What a man.

Grasping his cheeks into your hands, you tilted his head up so he could properly look at you. Your thumb grazed over his lips, “Adam, sweetie..” You cooed down at him. You felt his dick twitch under you, “Don’t you want me to ride you till you’re sucked dry? I can only do that if you get a condom. C’mon…” His eyes were starring into your own.

Adam grasped your wrists into his hand, removing your hands from his cheeks. His face didn’t show any ounce of emotion. Ah, maybe that was the wrong move. Before regret could fully set in, Adam started swearing under his breath. He leaned forward suddenly, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth, while he rummaged through the glove department. Successfully he pulled out a condom, while probably also cursing you.

He leaned his back properly against the seat, ripping open the condom package with his teeth. Adam then glided the condom on his dick, after you scooted back to give him some space. Once he made sure everything was secured, you leaned forward to kiss him again. His hands were grasping your hips, his fingers digging into the plushy flesh.

Once the kiss stopped, you grasped Adam’s dick, lining it up with your pussy.

During your two week Adam break, you really told yourself that that would be a one time thing. That next time you would say no to him. That you don’t really need him or his attention and touch and whatever else he can give you. Well, you’re also a big fat liar so there is that.

Placing your own hand on Adam’s hand, you tugged it off to intervene your finger. Biting down at your lip you slowly glided down on Adam’s dick. Your other hand was placed on his shoulder, nails digged into this skin.

Slowly sliding down on him, your mouth fell open at the stretch. Adams eyes were focused on your pussy swallowing him whole, “You take me so well.” He groaned out.

Once you were fully sat down on Adam’s cock, you panted in the stuffy air. Taking a glance to your right, you saw the windows were all fogged up. At least you have the illusion of privacy.

Adam’s hand moved from your hip to your ass, grabbing at the fat and massaging it. He slowly rocked your hips back and forth with that movement. His other hand squeezed your intervened fingers, he then pulled your hand towards his mouth. Kissing your finger tips while looking into your eyes.

Ah. Why does everything he do make your head spin? Did he do fucking witchcraft or something on you??

Grasping with your hands both his shoulders, you started rocking your hips back and forth. First at an slow and careful speed, but then you started going faster. Till you started going properly up and down on him. Adam’s hand went to your tit, fondling and pinching, while his other hand moved from the back of your neck towards the top of your head. You stopped questioning Adam’s behaviour a while ago.

“If I knew you looked so hot on top, I would have let you ride me immediately last time.” Adam told you, his eyes were jumping all across your body, it seemed like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to look, “But damn, babe, we really need to get you on birth control.”

“S’expensive.” You mumbled out.

Your forehead meet his neck. Maybe you should exercise more, the burn in your thighs was getting intense.

“..You getting tired there, baby?” A breathy chuckle left his lips.

Adam forced your movements to stop, to sit down properly with his hand moving to your hip. He smirked at you, probably knowing he was going to give you another unforgettable experience. Why couldn’t he have been average in everything he does? Noooo, he had to blow your mind away. Damn him and his solid experience.

Adam started thrusting up into you. First at a slow and deep pace. getting you used to the sensation, then he went faster and faster. His piercing scrapped against a sensitive spot in you.

“Right there!” You gasped into his neck, you then started to kiss and suck at his skin. Leaving your own mark. His one hand was still on top of your head, massaging your scalp and playing with your hair.

Thankfully Adam is decent at following orders, he kept up his pace, hitting the spot over and over. You could feel an orgasm approaching. You were probably straight up moaning against Adam’s ear, but he doesn’t seem to complain.

“I can promise you, baby, ‘m gonna get you whatever you want as long as ya going to be my lovely cum dump.” He mumbled out.

Woah orgasms and meaningless consumption??? Your two favourite things!

All you could muster was a whine. Because that was a big commitment. Maybe you’re going to ghost him again. An extra rough thrust made you see stars, and the ghosting idea left your mind and maybe you should marry him and be a housewife and give him as many children as he wants.

You threw your head back at the feeling of overwhelming pleasure and- ah, that’s why he had his hand on top of your head, when you slightly crashed your head into the car roof. It was more shock than anything else, but it still scared the orgasm out of you. Damn it.

Adam stopped his movement’s, his brows were furrowed at your scrunched up face. His hand rubbed at your head in concern, “You good?”

You nodded your head at him, looking into his eyes with your own teary ones, “..I lost my orgasm.” You mumbled out in the most pathetic voice imaginable. To your own defence, it is the worst thing to happen to you today.

Adam looked at you with a blank look for a split second, before laughing at you. You hid your own face behind your hands, embarrassment cursed through your veins. You’re stupid. Why did you say that?

With the way Adam was laughing at you, you felt his dick jump inside of you, which in turn made you clench around him. Adam grasped your wrists into his hand, yanking them down and he smiled at you like a wolf.

“Well..Who am I to say no to my favourite slut? You want to cum? I’m going to make you cum.”

Why is he so hot!!!! You were going to smash your head again into the car roof.

You already thought his pace before was intense. Now? It was brutal. The scraping of his piercing, his hands on your hips and ass, his dick stretching you apart, his stubble rubbing against your soft skin. His constant fucking talking.

“Ugh, babe, you got such a tight cunt. Squeezing me. And you say you don’t want me to cum inside? Ha. Yeah, right.” Adam started rocking your hips back and forth, your clit was rubbing against his jeans.

“‘M more surprised you haven’t got anyone pregnant with that raging breeding kink of yours.” You whimpered into his ear, then you bit into his ear lobe. That was more to be annoying than sexy, but with the way he groaned and his dick twitched inside of you it seemed like it had the opposite effect.

You really would have missed his words, if you weren’t paying attention enough,

“You the only one I wanna get pregnant. Those other whores don’t deserve to have my cum.”

Why do you feel flattered….Something is really, deeply off about you. You need to up your medication.

It felt like hot flames were pooling in your lower stomach, you felt intense, near painful tingles on your clit and thanks to Adam’s constant rhythm of your clit rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans it wasn’t a surprise that an orgasm washed over you. Your nails dug into Adam’s biceps while you squeezed around his cock.

“Fucking hell, you wanna milk me dry, huh?” Adam groaned, and with a few hip thrust of his own he came. You kinda missed the feeling of his hot cum shooting into you, but you would take that knowledge to your grave.

You rested your face into the crook of Adam’s neck, trying to regulate your breathing. Your legs felt like jelly. Adam was also breathing heavily, his hands rubbed up and down on your back. He stayed inside of you.

Realistically you knew that he had to pull out, to keep the contraceptive working but on the other hand..You just wanted to stay like that. Having Adam not talk for once was a relaxing change. And having his big warm hands on your back, which was starting to cool down, was just pure bliss.

“..You know, we could always do the pull out method.” He mured into your ear, trying to sound seductive.

You couldn’t help but snort at his words, “Yeah, sure, look me in the eyes and tell me you could pull out of this.” You lifted up your one knee, your skirt was lifted up by it and it gave Adam a clear view of your filled up pussy.

Adam couldn’t even look you in the eyes too mesmerised apparently by the sight, it was emphasised by Adam’s dick coming back to life again, twiching and growing inside of you.

“..Shit, you’re right.” Adam grasped your waist and lifted you off off him. He removed the condom, tied it up and threw it somewhere carelessly on the backseat floor. Yikes again.

He rubbed at his chin, probably thinking of what to do next with you. With a hot flash across your body you remembered his promise from last time. Thinking of it, you could fit on the floor in between his legs. Maybe. It would be uncomfortable but you also seemingly have no self respect so what does that matter?

“Get in the back seat.” Adam told you, you nodded at his words. Ok. You can crawl over there. Adam gave a light slap to your ass and chuckled at your surprised gasp. Successfully making it back there, you made sure not to step on the discarded condom. Why is he like that?

Adam grabbed another condom, since he was too big for anything really, he couldn’t crawl back there like you. Instead, he used the doors, like a normal person. Couldn’t be you.

Your head was against the window, and when Adam opened the door car door and crawled onto the seat and flashed that smirk of his you knew you were a goner. Out of seemingly instinct your legs slightly opened. Adam closed the door behind him- yay to the illusion of privacy!- and then he grabbed your ankle and tugged your roughly towards him.

A surprised gasp left your lips, you were laid down now, with Adam towering over you. He once again secured the condom, then he bent down to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping he secured against you. His left arm was supporting his weight against the seat, caging you in, while the other hand was sensually moving from your stomach towards your pussy. He drew patterns into your pubes which made you squirm uncomfortably. Maybe you should start shaving. He then rubbed his thick fingers across your slit, probably checking if you were still wet enough for him. He grazed your clit and it made your whole body jolt.

“Every time a girl shaves her pussy an angel dies. I swear on it.” Adam mumbled out. If those words were meant for only him or if he noticed you being uncomfortable, you didn’t known. But it made you feel somewhat more comfortable.

Adam lined up his super duper magic dick against your entrance and slowly pushed it in. You wrapped your one leg around him, since the other was squished between his body and the seats.

With slow and deep thrusts Adam rocked against you, now you realised how much the car must have moved. The pleasure was building slowly but surely. Adam was quite for once. Pussy so good it shut Adam up?? You’re sure you can put that on your resume.

You wrapped your hand around Adam’s bicep, to steady yourself. You squeezed the soft flesh, looking mesmerised at his big arms. He smiled down at you and flexed his muscles, making them rock hard. You squeezed again and swore under your breath. At this display you remembered actual strong men, and how fat is needed for muscles to be functional and you remembered seeing Adam carrying 2 heavy ass amplifiers on his shoulders as if that was nothing and oh. You need him. Badly. Thankfully you have him.

Using your one hand which was at the back of his neck, you pulled him down to you. Teeth clashing and tongues dancing and spit getting everywhere. It was all consuming and still not enough.

Once the kiss ended, Adam rested his own forehead against yours. You worried for his neck and the constant way he has to twist and bend it to reach you. You gazed into each others eyes, mouths panting into each other and the street light from outside let warm light flow in. It felt like you couldn’t avoid Adam, he was wrapped over you, completely covering you from every angle and he was inside of you, throbbing and twitching. You were breathing in the same air. And you didn’t want him to leave, if you could you would capture this moment and stay here forever.

Why does this feel romantic?

It seemed like you weren’t the only one who thought that, since Adam straighten his back suddenly, as if he forgot what you are to him.

When you looked up into his endless eyes, he was slightly frowning, but that expression changed as soon as it came. Maybe you imagined it.

He grabbed your face roughly and forced your mouth to open wide for him. You let your tongue roll, and rubbed his thumb against it. Hot. He removed his tongue only to spit into your mouth. That’s also hot??

You closed your mouth to swallow his spit.

He seemed rather satisfied with that. He sped up the pace, skin slapping against skin and your moans and gasp and his grunts and string of loosely connected words which you weren’t paying attention to left his mouth. His smug face kind of pissed you off, so you reached out and twisted his pierced nipple.

Adam stifled his own moan by biting down on his lip. But the pleasure he felt from that, he couldn’t hide from you.

And once Adam came, he bit down on your neck. Great! More marks you will have to hide. Ughhh.

The way Adam immediately slowly pulled out of you surprised you. He seemed to enjoy staying in as long as possible. Your brain was a bit to slow to catch up with Adam’s movement. His face disappeared between your thighs, under your skirt and ah-

“Wait. You don’t have to…” Your sentence was interrupted by your own moan.

Adam’s lips latched around your clit and he sucked. Hard.

Overstimulation immediately cursed through your veins, your fingers found themselves at home in Adam’s hair and you tugged. Nails massaging Adam’s scalp, this is probably what heaven felt like.

His tongue traced idle patterns into your clit. Probably spelling his own name again…Asshole. But since you were already close when Adam was fucking into you romantic missionary style, you came with a sob and your body curled into itself. You tugged Adam away from your overstimulated hole. The fact that you were clenching around nothing made you a bit sad.

“If I ever say no to fucking you, honey pot, I need you to take me out the back and shoot me in the head.” Adam told you matter of fact.

You dumbly nodded at his words. Whatever he wants he can get. Genuinely.

“How are you so good at everything?” Your already barley existent filter was gone now in a post orgasmic haze.

Adam laughed at you, “What can I say, I’m a real pussy pleaser.” He sat properly up in the seat, tugging everything away properly. He must have thrown the condom away when your brain was still mush. Reaching over he grasped your arm and dragged you into his lap.

Once you rested your face against your shoulder, bare skin against bare skin and the heat radiating from his body you felt sleep over come you. Adam grasped your shoulders and shook you awake. Literally. You thought you were going to fall on the nasty floor where your guys used condoms laid around. At least the only condoms there were yours?

“You fallin' asleep on me again, baby?”

“Yes. So. Silence, m’tired.” You barley mumbled out. Throwing your head into Adam’s neck again.

“Get back to the passenger seat, slut. I’m driving you home.”

Groaning as if Adam just killed you, you crawled to the front again. There you also put your sweater back on and pocketed your phone. Your keys were also safe with you. That’s good, you love not being locked out. You adjusted your panties while you were at it.

Resting your head against the window, you closed your eyes again while Adam got back into the drivers seat. Turning on the engine, he started driving towards your home.

Since you were half asleep, it felt like it took a second for Adam to arrive in front of your apartment complex. You mumbled out a tired ‘Thanks for the ride.’ and climbed out of the seat.

“You know usu-“

You slammed the door shut before Adam could finish that sentence. The plan was to act like you didn’t hear him. Simply walking towards the entrance, you opened the door and opened it fully by pressing your side against it. You couldn’t care less about the usual. The less you knew of other girls the happier you are.

You looked back at the car, to at least wave Adam bye or something, but when you saw him slam his head against the wheel you stopped in your tracks. You watched the display of his frustration for a few seconds, he then raised his head, probably to check if you got in safely. He froze in horror when he realised you saw that.

Truth be told, you didn’t think Adam was capable of embarrassment. But here he was.

Holding eye contact for a painful second, you simply shook your head and quickly got inside. Walking up the stairs towards your apartment, you unlocked the door, threw off your shoes and collapsed into your bed.

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Since you usually keep your word, you started texting Adam back whenever you could. At least that seemed to make him happy. You think. It’s hard to tell over text. You also made an appointment with your obgyn, or as Adam called it your ‘Pussy doctor’. You’re close to blocking him.

On Monday, you walked with your friend towards her car in the uni parking lot. You were going to meet up with your other friends for lunch.

Of course Adam was also there, his car parked right across your friend. Gahh. His band members were with him, he just unlocked the car when everyone tumbled in. You could hear your ex call out, “Dude, what the fuck?! Are those used condoms!?”

You were going to kill Adam and then yourself. WAS HE WINKING AT YOU?? He’s dead. Thankfully no one noticed.

Your friend made a face at that info being yelled out across the parking lot, she unlocked her own car and got in. You didn’t hear more from the exchange, but from the way Adam looked happy you knew he was taunting your ex.

Your friend fastened her seatbelt, “I don’t get how anyone can fuck Adam. Like, he’s so disgusting, disrespectful, misogynistic..”

Biting at your lip, you already knew your friends would be mad at you if they found out about you and Adam from someone else besides you. Looking around the car, to make sure the windows were really closed, you took a deep breath.

Adam was in his own car, signalling to her that she has the right of way. She made a quick thank-you-wave and was about to back out of the parking space.

“I did.”

She slammed into the breaks, causing you to be catapulted forwards. The way she starred at you without saying anything, made you uncomfortable. She was speed running all the stages of grief, you could clearly see that. She sighed heavily, like the whole world was resting on her shoulders with your confession.

“……..Is he really that big?”

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Working at Bakugou's Agency Headcanons - Part 2

| Part 1 | ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Ever since you broke the ice with Bakugou, he's been finding more time to talk to you at work. You're less likely to call him by his hero name now out of habit.

You feel a little bad though for the co-workers he still yells at though, so you ask him if he could be just a "smidge" nicer to them.

His first instinct is probably to say "NO FREAKING WAY!" but he's been thinking about all the things you said to him before this point and he's at least considering your suggestion, albeit begrudgingly.

That's a victory of a sort.

You're learning a lot about the inner life of a Pro Hero, given how much time you spend working around the agency.

You joked to Bakugou before about surpassing him as a Pro Hero but really, if you put your mind to it, maybe you could do it. Your experience as a secretary could only help and not hurt you. It's a lot of work though.

The idea is still put on hold for now. Especially considering what happened recently. There was a new villain on the streets and they caused a ton of trouble for the Pro Heroes. Bakugou in particular was pretty banged up...

You were worried sick over him during and after the fight. You visited him in the hospital and although you heard he was in a bad mood, he seemed more alert when you entered the room.

He couldn't stand to see you cry. He told you it wasn't your problem and that you should only focus on your work. But you insisted that as a friend you should care.

He doesn't disagree with that, so he lets you stay. He says it'll be easier to keep watch on you this way and he needs to know how the agency's doing anyways.

The agency is not nearly as worried as you are, at least not on a personal level. They're not callous, but they're not close to the man. So you're the only one who visits.

Regardless of the good or bad news, Bakugou enjoys listening to you speak. It's better than being alone in the dull hospital room. You end up talking quite a while and time passes by before you know it. Bakugou's smiling more and more as time goes by.

When Bakugou eventually returns to work, you're talking to him in private about the status of his wounds. He lets you help him with first aid and also with moving around the place. You're literally a shoulder for him to lean on when his issues are at their worst.

Eventually he heals up and you don't have as much of an excuse to talk to him at work, so you go back to your usual amount of interactions. It still nice but never enough...

Bakugou ends up reaching out to you more as a result and this time around, Bakugou is the one to invite you out for dinner! But instead of the fancy restaurant you attended last time, you suggest a more low-key, humble cafe nearby.

He agrees, even though this means he's gotta disguise himself somewhat. There's some private tables in the cafe and it's not too busy with people, but the fancy restaurant was more guarded against the usual common fans and reporters than a simple cafe would ever be.

You poke fun at his disguise and find a good table for you both. As you're making your orders you notice him staring at you from your table and it's very clear he didn't think he was going to get caught looking. You stick your tongue out at him and that leaves him seething at your teasing.

You return with the food and you give it to Bakugou before he can complain about anything. Your careful recommendation on what he should order was right on the money. He likes the food and you can tell by his expression.

You say that to his face, and he screws up his expression so now you can't tell what he's thinking or feeling. He looks deranged.

You want to take a picture to show all your co-workers, but he's got a hand on your phone before you can do anything. Damn him and his fast reflexes!

Since his face isn't screwed up anymore you still want to take a picture, but this time for yourself. You don't tell him that last part, you just ask if you can take a photo of him and his food, for posterity of course. He agrees and he initially keeps his typical grumpy face for the photo. But then a thought occurs to him and he gives you a small smile and you know you just HAVE to take the photo ASAP.

If you didn't have to go back to work, you would've forgotten that he was your boss. He's too close to you now, so many smiles and secrets you didn't think you'd get out of a man like this. But you need something more. You don't want things to stop progressing here, not when it's getting good. However, there's no good way to broach the subject.

Hours later after having a good time together at the cafe, Bakugou is walking you home, all the way to your doorstep.

When you finally reach the place, he tells you he has something to talk about.

He looks like he's a bundle of nerves. He ends up blurting what's on his mind just to get it off his damn chest, and it's just easy for him to talk to you about these kinds of things.

He admits that he doesn't always see you as his secretary, but as his close friend. He knew he had feelings for you at the start, but he thought he could manage that in private so as to not make you uncomfortable.

But he does love you, and he's thinking he's been reading the signs right and that you feel the same.

You just kiss him to confirm his thoughts and he kisses back even deeper than you ever could. He's inexperienced and rough, it's obvious to a T, but it's everything you would want. He's pulling you into his chest and making sure he's tasting every last bit!

Finally you break for air and his smirk is shaky, his body is shaky, and his voice is also shaky when he tells you "You're mine."

"No YOU'RE mine."

He quite likes that!

Though he admits he can't let you work for him anymore if you're together. He'd be letting you go as his secretary, because he would really rather have you as a girlfriend!

Sucks that you're out of a job though. But you heard that Deku is hiring...

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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could you please write a spencer x bau!reader where they're both just completely pining for each other but neither of them have the guts to admit it so one day at work she kisses spencer on the cheek really quick and he just melts 🤭

Reading through an unsub's numerous journals with Spencer sitting beside you is like watching a toddler try to run a marathon with a pro athlete. You're not nearly going as fast, and you feel a temper tantrum coming on.

You even rub at your eyes toddler-style, fists balled up and aggressively pushing against your lids. It makes your head ache, and blurred lines spiral in the void of your vision.

"Interesting, here he mentions fields red as blood, but that's typically a phrase used to refer to the red poppy, and there's no stretches of farmland out here that could have been turned into a meadow."

"Mm," You hum muted in your throat, still assaulting your eyes, "Interesting, Spence. What does that mean?"

"Well, probably- uh, are you okay, Y/N?"

"No," You moan, creasing the journal in your lap as you slump forwards onto the table with your arms curled around your head, "I'm tired, and I've read so much that my head is starting to hurt. And you're still thirty-two journals ahead of me."

"Thirty-four," Spencer mumbles, then his slender hand comes to rest cautiously against your back, "Do you want to rest? You can nap if you want, uh, no offense but I can probably finish these faster than you could."

"No offense taken," You admit, wrestling the journal you were working on out from your lap and holding it out blindly for him, "Have at it, wonder boy."

True to his word, Spencer lets you sleep. But he goes above and beyond, patting you gently on the shoulder, then rougher when you don't wake.

"Y/N," He hisses, kicking at your foot beneath the table, "Hotch is back."

Your boss's name inspires terror in you that can only be achieved at the threat of unemployment. It compels you to snatch a journal off of Spencer's pile, flipping it open to a random page just as Aaron strides through the door.

"What have you found?" Hotch looks at you expectantly, and you let Spencer fill his role as Team Rambler with gratitude swirling in your chest.

When he's filled Hotch in on all the nitty-gritty scrawled into the unsub's journals, the older man nods.

"I'll have Garcia check for any notable poppy fields." He informs you, already reaching for his cell, "And keep looking for regional dialect in there, you two, that'll help."

You nod obediently, and Aaron is gone.

Spencer's much more intrigued by his task than you are, so he doesn't notice you leaning closer to him, already engrossed in the journal once more.

"Thanks, Spence." You gush, pressing your soft, puckered lips to Spencer's cheek in a kiss that shoots fire down his spine, "I'm gonna go get some coffee, want some?"

His eyes go wide, and he hasn't had any time to process your kiss, my god, your kiss! until you're already standing, lingering by the door waiting for his order.

"Uh, no," Spencer shakes his head, then, "Or- yes! Please, um, lots of sugar. Please."

"Extra sweet," You promise, and Spencer wonders if you meant to describe yourself, "Got it, pretty boy."

As it turns out, the nickname makes him blush a lot more when it comes from your mouth and not Morgan's.

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n-agiz · 1 year

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FWB! CHOSO KAMO HCSㅤsmut [ fem! reader ] cws size kink + hair pulling + oral (f) + creampie + choso is basically a service dom ! MDNI

FWB! CHOSO who feels himself get slightly lightheaded when he sees you for the first time. you're in a bar, sitting in a softly light up corner talking with your girl friends and although he usually doesn't go out to these sorts of places, more often than not preferring a fun night in over one spent in a loud room full of drunk people, tonight choso's glad he decided to come. you're beautiful, almost unfairly so, and once more he decides to step out of his comfort zone and approaches you, taking the chance when you walk up to the bartender to order another round of whatever you and your friends were drinking — that information completely skipping his mind as he focuses on you, mustering up the courage to approach you just as you're about to leave and, thankfully, you're nice enough to listen to him even as he stumbles on his words trying to ask for your number. you smile, giving it to him faster than you probably would if you were completely sober, and end up staying to talk with him instead of going back to your friends.

FWB! CHOSO who kisses you the second time you hang out. this time you're in a park, a somewhat lazy date that involved you two and ice creams on a sunny afternoon, and he isn't completely sure why he does it because he usually isn't one to take things so far so fast, but he leans in without thinking twice and kisses you fervently, as if he had been wanting to do it for years. his want for you is unusual, choso concludes, something that burns him in a way that it feels as if his brain will spiral unless he acts on it, so when he asks you if you want to come back to his apartment, he isn't sure you'll accept, doubting he has the same effect on you that you have on him — but much to his surprise, you say yes, acknowledging that your feelings for him, how attracted to him you are, are also something foreign to you, this sort of almost uncontrollable lust something you had never experienced before.

FWB! CHOSO who, from the first time he touches you, is just so gentle. he's a big guy, and he knows it, deeply aware that although his strength and physique are something he prides himself on, they can also be a con instead of a pro if he starts acting careless. he enjoys picking you up before carefully laying you down on his bed, liking how you look under him, how his frame towers over yours and how overwhelmed you always look when he's on top of you. the way your fingers run through his arm, feeling up his muscles even if you won't admit to it, makes his cock ache, pure want filling him at the sight of you almost eating him with your eyes. he isn't left in a much better position tho, never getting tired of how good you look, always ready to ravish you until you're nothing but a moaning mess.

FWB! CHOSO who is quick to discover what you like, what makes you scream his name in pleasure the loudest, and who gets to know your body better than anyone ever has. he is just so eager, so ready to please and yet so dominant, always the one in control of the situation, letting you simply relax, only asking what you want so he can do it for you. his fingers know where to press to make your eyes roll back, his lips always wrapped around the spots that make you the wettest, and his cock always thrusting into the place that makes you cum the hardest. he just loves seeing you like that — nothing but a moaning mess, so deep into your own pleasure you can barely acknowledge anything else beside it.

FWB! CHOSO who loves eating you out, loves how you taste and how your clit feels twitching against his tongue and lips — but loves the most how you play with his hair, how your fingers wrap around the thick strands and pull on it, deep groans always coming from him when you do it, loving the sting on his scalp but also how you push him closer to your pussy, his lids falling close and his cock leaking more than it ever has in that moment, so hard it hurts to not touch it, but he resists the urge, preferring to wait until he can fuck you.

FWB! CHOSO who as soon as he slips into you lets out a satisfied grunt, head tilting down for a second before he starts moving his hips. his thrusts are slow, but each one sends you to the moon and back, his strokes beyond precise, always hitting the sweet spots inside you that he knows make you feel the most pleasure. he likes to savor the moment, to take his time with you, leaning down every once in a while to leave fleeting kisses down your neck, past your collarbones, and finishing on your chest, his lips tender as they touch your skin. he moves his hands down to your waist, wanting to get a better grip on you, fingers digging into the soft flesh when he starts picking up a quicker pace, cock starting to reach deeper into you, every time he bottoms out a sweet moan falling from his lips until he eventually cums, only then his thrusts becoming a bit messier, the way his orgasm hits him and how your pussy wraps so well around him while he fills you up with cum making him come the closest to spiraling that he ever has, all of it so overwhelming and still somehow never enough, his body always craving more of it — more of you, always wondering just how much more of only being friends with benefits he can handle before he breaks, slowly starting to realize that now, months after meeting you, his feelings are most definitely morphing into something more than just lust and desire.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

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Pro Tips from a NaNo Coach: How to Write a Clean(ish) Fast Draft

NaNoWriMo can seem like a daunting task sometimes, for NaNo newbies and veterans alike. Fortunately, our NaNo Coaches are here to help guide you through November! Today, author Jesse Q. Sutanto is here to share her advice on how to set yourself up for noveling success:

Dear Nano-ers,

My first book took me three years to cobble together. During that time, I joined Absolute Write—a free writers forum which I completely love and recommend to all aspiring writers—and I made a friend who convinced me to try doing NaNoWriMo. I was completely unconvinced, but I am a people-pleaser and I can never say no, so I agreed to try it for my second novel.

My second novel took me less than a month to write. It was a complete mess, but it was also a revelation. Often, I felt myself falling into that writing Holy Grail—the hole which consumes you, makes you forget the rest of the world, and absorbs you completely in the world you are creating on paper. I loved the process deeply, and never looked back since. All of my subsequent books have since been written in a matter of months.

And you know what? They were all a horrific mess. I did not learn how to do a clean and fast draft until my NINTH book, and I don’t think I would’ve ever learnt without the help of NaNoWriMo. So here are my tips on how to best tackle a sprint-a-thon like NaNo.

1. Try to come up with a loose outline.

When I first started writing, I was a pure pantser. I had no idea what was going to happen before I sat down to write. This is a completely legit way of writing, but I have since learned that it is massively helpful to have an idea, even a vague one, of what you are trying to say with your book. What was really helpful for me was to sit down for just five minutes before writing each scene and try to envision what I wanted the scene to achieve. Once I had that in mind, the scene became much easier to write.

2. Break down your writing time.

Ever heard of the Pomodoro technique? In order to hit 50,000 words a month, you need to write around 1,600 words a day. That is a heck of a lot of words to write! Break it down. Set 10 or 15-minute timers and use that to your advantage. Trust me, if you told me to sit down and write 1,600 words, I would be like, “Omg that’s too much!” But if you told me to just write for 15 minutes, that feels a lot more doable.

3. Give yourself permission to write trash.

Before each writing session, I actually say out loud: “I am going to write trash.” And this gives me permission to write whatever comes to my mind without judgment. You can always edit later, but for now, focus on letting the words out on paper.

4. Lean on others for support.

I made the mistake of thinking that writing is a lonely vocation. In fact, it is one of the most social things I could do. Social media, while a double-edged sword, has done so much for the writing community. I have found all of my close writer friends through social media, and I chat with them every day and consider them my close, lifelong friends. Don’t be afraid to reach out and make connections within the community. You are not alone.

Jesse Q. Sutanto is the award-winning, bestselling author of Dial A for Aunties, Vera Wong’s Unsolicited Advice for Murderers, Well, That Was Unexpected, The Obsession, and Theo Tan and the Fox Spirit. The film rights to her women’s fiction, Dial A for Aunties, was bought by Netflix in a competitive bidding war, and the TV rights to Vera Wong was bought by Warner Bros, with Oprah and Mindy Kaling attached to produce. She has a master’s degree in creative writing from Oxford University, though she hasn’t found a way of saying that without sounding obnoxious.

#nanowrimo #writing #nanowrimo 2023 #writing advice #writing tips #writblr #by nano coach #jesse q. sutanto

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totallynotsilversora · 2 years

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Hey nerds guess who made another thread about Vash's shooting skills during the finale of Trigun Stampede?

This nerd right here!

(( AGAIN! ))

Because Studio Orange has been driving me insane with how great Vash is as a gunman not just cinematically but realistically! I am NOT getting over this for a while my friends.

Of course, if you hadn't watched the finale yet and want to avoid spoilers, just know this post is gonna be filled with them and if you'd like to see my first analysis on Vash the Pro Gunslinger you can check it out here on tumblr and here on twitter before reading through this one!

Speaking of the bird, this post is also on twitter below:

Oh but wait, don't have one? No worries! I've retyped everything below so you don't have to look at the bird app if you don't want to!

All posts mention guns and shooting because otherwise this analysis would not work at all.

NOW LET'S ROLL!

First off, again, I’m going based on what I remembered from shooting air rifles & other research I’ve gained over the years! Second, I’m not an OG Trigun fan, so do take this thread with a grain of salt!

With that, let’s dive into THEE fight scene:

So right off the bat we’re getting Vash’s “smooth criminal” shot! Notice how he’s lining up his body sideways with his pistol vs forward like in the past. That’s exactly how you’re supposed to shoot one handed: feet shoulder width apart and aligned w/ the gun.

Normally you’d want both feet planted on the ground when firing but since Vash HAS to stay on the move to avoid getting hit AND is being a cocky little shit to his brother, he lets himself lean forward to fire and use that kick back to gently guide him into his next step.

Again, you NEVER fight what’s considered natural movement with a gun! You WILL get hurt! If you want to aim properly you NEED to be relaxed and composed. Vash isn’t fighting against the force of his gun, he follows it with the confidence and poise of a dancer on stage.

And speaking of dancing just look at how Vash makes Knives dance over puddles! Vash has impeccable aim yet he deliberately chooses to shoot in areas that could stun or stumble Knives, knowing he could block the shots, and distract him as he goes behind the corner.

Remember how I said lining up sideways is how you shoot properly? Here he’s firing straight forward using the corner as his shield. Had he not been holding a ticking bomb in his hand he would probably rest the gun on his other hand like he normally does on the rock jutting out.

The second he fired his last shot he dips down to reload and LOOK AT THAT!!

He is practicing proper trigger discipline again!!

You do NOT keep your finger on the trigger when loading in order to prevent misfire. That is BASIC SHOOTING SAFETY!!

And he does this throughout the fight!

When he turns away from Knives to make his way to the corner he lets go of the trigger before he turns back around to fire at him!

He can only hold 8 bullets in that gun and he will make each one count!

He can NOT afford to misfire.

Why??

Because that bullet he loaded was going STRAIGHT FOR KNIVES! Vash is NOT messing around! At this angle it looks like he aimed and could’ve hit Knives' NECK which would be super hard to dodge close range. Knives would have to bend backwards like he did here to dodge.

Shout out to everyone at Orange for the incredible work put into Vash and his shooting! There’s so much care into this show I can’t wait to see more!

Bonus: while we’re here, let’s get into Vash’s stellar reloads starting with this one (my absolute favorite) :

Remember how I said Vash was being a cocky little shit to Knives earlier?

Yeah this is it at it’s peak.

Faced forward, standing still til the last second, and very slowly reloading so Knives hears all 8 clicks before flying out the window.

This is just being mean lol XD

It's because we KNOW he can reload fast! The gif below might be faster by half a second but it's still RIDICULOUS compared to the first one:

Hell, he’s put individual bullets in the chamber midair and slammed a container of them in the SAME FLIGHT! MIDAIR!!!

He did NOT have to mess with Knives like that! Dude's flexin' hard.

In any case, I can’t recommend this show enough! The amount of work and detail put into not just Vash’s skills as a marksman but the acting and storytelling - everything is superb!! What an amazing experience!

Thanks again Studio Orange and Nightow! See you again, soon!

#trigun stampede #vash the stampede #marksmanship #analysis #trigun analysis #shooting #guns #gun #text post #GODDAMN I AM GOING BALLISTIC #LORD #took me way to long to figure out how to make gifs and compress them wtf happened internet

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Markos Moulitsas (kos) at Daily Kos:

On Tuesday, The Washington Post reported that top Donald Trump allies are openly musing about reinstituting a military draft. Trump’s lightning-fast denial is proof that he realizes just what a disaster that would be for his campaign.

The Post report leaned heavily on two top Trump allies. The first is Christopher Miller, who was appointed secretary of defense during the waning days of Trump’s coup attempt. He is a key architect of The Heritage Foundation’s fascist Project 2025, a governing template which, among other things, would require all high school students to take the military entrance exam in order to graduate. (So much for local control of schools in their fascist vision.) [...] Sen. J.D. Vance of Ohio, reportedly a finalist in Trump’s VP horse race, is also pro-draft. “I like the idea of national service. And I’m not talking about in wartime,” he told the Post, saying that Americans need to have “some skin in the game.” Sen. Lindsey Graham of South Carolina said, “I will take no option off the table” in addressing the nation’s recruiting shortfall, including compulsory service. Rob Hood, a former Trump defense official, said compulsory service would give young people “a better appreciation for how great this country is.”

Donald Trump and some of his sycophants are proposing the return of the military draft.

#Donald Trump #US Military #Military Draft #Christopher Miller #Project 2025 #J.D. Vance #Lindsey Graham #Rob Hood #Military Retention

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˜”°•.˜”°• Can I go deeper? •°”˜.•°”˜

Synopsis: Its you and Izuku's first time and your shy little virgin of a boyfriend gets completely pussy drunk.

Warnings: Pussydrunk!Virgin!Deku, semi-rough sex, cervix kissing, overstimulation, fingering, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), spitting, light choking, praise, pet names (baby, baby doll, princess)

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!reader

Requester: @myalbedo

The request: hi nymph! for your event could i maybe request having sex with virgin!Deku from MHA who fucks you for the very first time and fucks you rough and overstimulates you? Maybe he just can’t get enough of how good your pussy feels and just loses control and fucks you over and over again till your babbling and crying like fucked out whore.

A/N: Z, this request was so hot! Thank you for my first Deku request! I hope I did him justice and that I fulfilled your request the way you wanted! Thank you for participating!

Edit: This is a repost from my other account that has been flagged/ soft banned. Reblogs, likes (within reason), and comments are appreciated

Small taglist: @tokyometronetwork @babiefwuit @stygianoir @bakugosbratx @sailewhoremoon @bookandyarndragon

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

You and Deku had been dating for a few months now and everything was perfect. Izuku was a kind and loving boyfriend who cherished everything you did. It didn’t take long for you to fall in love with him and want to take that next big step with him. You had done everything but sex with Izuku.

Leaning in you kissed him slowly, running your tongue along his bottom lip as your hands came up to grip his curly dark green hair. You gently nibble on his lip as you pull away. “I’m sure, ‘zuku.” You whisper against his mouth, your breath coming out in little pants. You wanted him and wanted him badly.

“But…” he looks away, his cheeks flushing crimson. He shook his head when you asked him to turn back towards you. Deku was hiding something from you. Something that he thought you would laugh at him about. Here he was. The number one Pro-Hero. A virgin at twenty-eight years old. “Baby…’ve never done this before…”

You blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “Izu…you…you’re still a virgin?” You cup his cheek when he nodded shyly, covering his hard on that your kiss caused. “Look at me, ‘zuku.” Smiling when he turns those gorgeous green eyes back up to you, you rub your thumb over the cluster of freckles on his cheek. “I am too, Izu. We can learn together.”

Deku’s eyes widened as he looked at you. His confident girlfriend was still a virgin? “But…everything we’ve done up until now. You knew so much more about it than me. I was just following your lead.” He frowns when you laugh at him. “Don’t laugh at me, brat!” He tackles you to the bed, pinning your arms above your head. Gazing deeply into your eyes, Deku cups your face, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. He stares intently at your mouth as he inched his thumb closer, pushing at our lips until you open for him. Izuku slid his thumb over your tongue, coating it with your saliva.

He feels his cock twitching in his pants when you let out a soft moan. His eyes took on a lustful gleam. Deku needed to be inside you, desperately so. Taking his hand away from your face, his used your saliva to flick circles at your clit with his thumb to work you open for him. Green eyes darken even further as you begin to squirm around in his hold as he pressed your wrists deeper against the mattress. “Stop squirming, baby doll.” Deku orders softly as he pushes two thick fingers into your slick, puffy folds.

Your back arches off the bed from the sudden fullness his fingers provided, spearing through your gummy walls and reaching parts of you that you could never reach. “Izu…” you cry, tugging at your wrists to free yourself. “s’too much…” You could feel a burning heat throbbing low in your feels as he stroked his fingers in and out at a fast pace. The wet, sticky sounds of your pussy filling the room.

“Not yet.” Izuku coos softly, eyes never leaving your face as he watches the blissed out expressions flash over your face as he pleasured you. “Just look at you. Getting so wet and all for me.” He scissors his fingers within you to help stretch you out in preparation for his cock. Deku leans in and kisses your agape mouth, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth. He licked the inside of your mouth, moaning softly at the taste of you on his tongue. “Mmph…” a low groan left him as he picked up the speed and intensity of his thrusting fingers.

Your moans were muffled by his kiss as he swallowed your cries. You could feel your walls clenching around his thick fingers and your hands clawed at your palms, cousin crescents in your flesh. You managed to break away from his lips as your chest heaves and cunt spasms. “M’cumming, Izu! Izu, oh god, m’cumming.”

Deku looks down at his thrusting fingers just in time to watch you cream over them, rings of white coating his digits. His thumb rests on you clit, circling it as he tries to get the most out of our orgasm. “Y’did so good f’me, babydoll.” He coos, “Cumming so hard. And all for me?” He slows his fingers down and places them into his mouth to savor the sweetness of your cream.

He then hooks the thumb of his other fingers and opens your mouth to spit the messy contents of his mouth onto your tongue. “Be a good girl and swallow that for me, will you.” Deku’s eyes never leave your face as he watches your throat bob as you swallow his hot saliva. A groan leaves him as his dick twitches once more. Palming himself through his slacks, Izuku wasted no time undoing the strings that held them up as they fell down his hips. His cock sprung out, hitting his stomach before the sheer weight of his fat, thick girth cause it to droop against his thigh.

Wrapping his hand around the base and giving it a firm stroke, a shudder goes down your boyfriend’s spine as he stares at your little clenching hole. The same hole that was swallowing his fingers not too long ago and was about to swallow his cock. Lining up this fat tip with your hole, Izuku watches as he slowly pushes inside. "Oh fuck…" He never knew how soft, warm, wet, and snug it would feel.

The tip was barely inside when he felt his knees buckle. Deku needed more. He needed to fuck you deeper. He needed more of that feeling. Peering up at you through his thick lashes, he pleads. "Can I go deeper?" His hands were already pushing your legs to your chest as he folds you in half, his dick already pulsing at the mere sight of you.

Izuku couldn't wait any longer as he began thrusting deeper, faster, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. He couldn’t stop. It felt too good and the sounds of you screaming his name only stirred the beast inside. "Feels so good. You feel so good around me, baby doll." He coos, leaning down to kiss you, muddling your cries.

Tears of pleasure burn at your eyes as your boyfriend stretched you out on his cock. The intensity of it was almost too much. "Izu! Izu…!" His name fell from your lips in broken babbles as that tight ball of heat builds back up quickly. Too quickly. You had just cum not even five minutes ago. "s'too much! Deku!"

If he heard you, he ignored you as he continued his rough fucking, hips slamming into yours as he eyes screwed shut, sweat beading at his brow. Izuku was lost in the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock, hugging it so perfectly. He pushed even deeper, the tip bullying against your cervix and making you squeal out as that heated cord snapped and a clear jet of liquid squirts out of you.

Deku opens his eyes at the feeling of something wet dripping down his cock and balls. "Did I…fuck…" He cursed as he realized he just fucking made you squirt. On his first time in pussy, he made you squirt over his cock. And he wants to make you do it again until he is satisfied.

His thumb comes to swirl over your clit as he snaps his hips harder against yours to try to make you squirt for him again. "I know you have another one in there for me, princess." Izuku coos, the softness in his voice betraying the brutal force of his fucking. He watches as tears formed on your lashes as you were reduced to a panting babbling mess on his cock. "Just do it one more time for me, baby."

His thumb was relentless on your throbbing, puffy little clit and your body jolted under his touch as you try to squirm away from it. Izuku wraps a large hand around your hip to hold you down as he bullies his dick into your sloppy cunt. " 'zuku! I..I…I…" your words became choked up as you tossed your head back into the pillows, tears falling from your eyes as you couldn't form a proper sentence.

"Cum. Cum for me, baby." Deku's finger dug into the plush flesh of your hips as he kept thrusting deeper and deeper into your gushing cunt. He could feel you clenching around him, hugging his dick so tightly almost like a vise. "Fuck, baby, need you to cum." His thumb pinches your clit softly before rubbing the rough pads of his fingers over it.

Your tears fell even faster as you could feel your walls flutter and spasm around your boyfriend's dick. That weird feeling in your belly washes over you again as your clit buzzes. " 'zuku!" You screamed out his name again as you came hard for once more, drenching him in your essence. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath or so you would if Izuku's hand hadn't moved from torturing your clit to wrapping gently around your neck.

"One more. I just need one more. You can do that, right?" His eyes gleamed with a dark lustful gaze as his cock twitches inside you. Feeling you drench his dick in your slick feels so amazing. He needed to feel it one more time. Just once more and then he'd be satisfied. "Cum for me once more, pretty. Please?"

The burn of overstim stung at your clit, your body was so sensitive. You couldn't possibly cum again. " "zuku…I can't…too sensitive…need a break…" you whine out as he slowly starts to pick back up speed, your moans filling the air as he did so. Your sweet boyfriend was drunk off of you and it was all you could do to lay there and take his dick deep.

Deku buries his face into your shoulder as he squeezes your neck. His leaky cock head kisses your cervix as he slides deeper and deeper with every heavy pat-pat-pat of his hips slapping against the back of your thighs. His dull teeth found their way into the flesh of your shoulder as Deku wanted to permanently mark you as his. "Fuck, baby…just give me one more. Then I'll cream your insides with my cum. Just want you to feel as good as you're making me feel."

Izuku's words went straight to your clit. His praise makes your heart swell. Your hand comes up to grab his wrist. "O-oh fucking shit okay…Izu. For you." Wrapping your legs around his waist, you begin to lift your hips to meet him thrust for thrust, the slick sounds of skin on skin and the heady smell of sex fille the room as you arched your back to take the rough pounding your boyfriend was giving you. “Fuck, ‘zuku…I…” Your words cut off in gasp.

Deku pushed your knees closer to your chest as he took back control, fucking into you at such a pace that you could barely think let alone attempt to keep up with you. He bit down on your shoulder once more as his hand chokes you gently. The lack of air made your walls constrict around his cock as the thick tip puts constant pressure on that sweet, spongy spot. Your screams only fueled him to pound into harder as he sought to help you achieve another toe curling, squirt inducing orgasm before he blew his load all over your insides.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He curses when you grip him tightly as your walls begin to spasm around his length again. His could feel his balls draw up at his dick started to twitch and swell inside of your, “G’nna cum, baby. Oh, fuck you’re going to make me cum. Cum with me, baby girl.” His hand leaves your neck in favor of lacing his fingers with yours as his forehead rests against yours. “You’re close right? At the same time, okay?” Izuku kisses you when you nod.

His hips snapped once, twice, three more times before stilling as you came hard around his cock, your essence dripping down his dick and balls as he twitched within your depths before his cum sprays out and paints your insides in his color. Deku let out a loud moan as his fingers tightened around yours as his dark green hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Izuku’s hips didn’t stop as he fucked his cum deeper into your clenching pussy.

“Izu…” You whine softly as the jolts of overstimulation zipped through your sensitive little clit. “I literally can’t anymore…” You let out a sigh of relief when he stopped grinding his softening cock against you as he let your legs fall down against the bed. Deku’s hands immediately fall to your hips to rub away the ache that formed from him holding you in that position for so long. “You okay? I…I didn’t mean to lose control like that. You just felt so good around my cock and…” He rambled.

You giggle tiredly as you pull him down to meet your lips. “I’m okay, Izu.”

He smiled when you reassure him that he did not hurt you. Deku leans back down to kiss you gently again. “Can we go again, baby?” He asks, his cock already semi-hard from kissing you and being wrapped up in your embrace.

You’ve created a demon.

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blatantlynotokay · 4 months

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Being An @na Mom

I feel like having Anna has not changed me much as a mom. Many a therapist and mutuals have always been worried about how my @na affects my children.

Yes I keep snacks in the house (see photo) my children have their own access to the snacks and are able to get snacks at anytime with the day they wish to. Majority of the snacks are organic or relatively healthy such as chips, organic fruit bars, and organic applesauce pouches. As for their meals, I typically hand make all of their meals. Breakfast can look like pancakes and eggs or maybe turkey bacon and oatmeal. Lunch can be a homemade non-processed peanut butter and homemade jelly sandwich. And typically for dinner we have some sort of chicken and veggies or fish and veggies. Dinner is usually the only meal that I eat the food with, but I don’t think they’ve ever thought that was strange that mommy doesn’t eat exactly what they eat because they never really eat the same thing anyways. I know this can seem like a lot that I make three different dishes for every meal But I never really find it tedious and everything’s quite easy to make.

I tried to make sure that my children have a very healthy relationship with food. I never try to restrict in anyway, shape or form. Some days they want fast food or pizza for dinner and I never really tell them no unless we’ve had that the day before. I still let them. Typically, I do not eat what they eat for dinner. I will just make something else and I don’t think that they’ve ever thought that it was weird or strange that mommy doesn’t eat pizza or McDonald with them. They’ve always just accepted that that’s how things are. And my oldest knows that I have various health concerns and can’t eat typical foods. I have a gluten intolerance and pcos. Which, even if I wasn’t, Anna would stop me from eating certain foods.

I tried to create a different environment then what I grew up. My entire life my parents had always been obese. Not just slightly overweight, but medically considered obese. it was always so interesting though because my parents would never let me eat snacks or sugary cereal and essentially we had an ingredient household. my parents were never home once I started elementary school. They would often tell me to feed myself, but in an ingredient household as a five-year-old I would typically just end up eating a slice of bread. They wouldn’t come home for dinner often so I would end up eating very little throughout the day. They never packed my lunch or gave me money for lunch so I typically never ate at school (this was a time before school had free lunch). Not eating was just a normal thing for me in my childhood so I always try to make sure that my children always have access to food and are well cared for.

Another angle that people often attack me from is if I would become like Mrs. Hadid and her handful of almond. And personally, I don’t think that I ever would. I know that children will eat exactly how much they need to eat in order to fuel their body. I try to teach them healthy eating habits, such as if they’re bored to lean towards fruit or vegetable over processed food. While they are still very young 6 & 3 I don’t see myself changing this mindset. I grew up starving I know what it’s like to starve. I know what it’s like to cry yourself to sleep because your stomach hurts so bad. I never want that for my children. I honestly never want that for any of you reading this. But here we are.

I’m always pro recovery. Block don’t report

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mamaslittlespace · 6 months

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Fruit shakes

☁︎ this fic is about Tenya Iida, pro hero!!

☁︎ Fic warnings: age regression, sfw, fem!reader, names:Princess & dada, and feminine clothing, fluffy and short

☁︎ a cute shopping spree for his little!!

All day iida has been tugged around each store when something caught your eye, he had already gone back to the car a few times I load everything up. And all he could do was smile and watch how you smile and light up at everything you like, all the stuffies, toys, and clothes. He had been busy a lot and while you are so willing and barely ever act up, he hates to leave his princess alone so what does he do? Buy you everything your heart wants.

You’ll tug his sleeve when you’re walking past people and hide slightly behind him. And he loves it. It’s what dada is for!!

All the shops have been covered, you got everything you wanted and the car is packed with many things. It just means it’s time for sweets! Yes, a good little gets rewarded with sugar. He takes you to a milkshake stand and he orders for you while you cling to his arm slightly tired from the long day, rubbing your eyes and yawning big. He picks a good bench and you both sit down, you leaning on him while drinking the shake.

Iida lifts the drink to his lips and eats the fruit/toppings he pick and the next second your giggling in your chair. He raises a brow with a smile too, “what’s got you all giggling? Has the sugar kicked in that fast?” he asks but you shake your head. with a few mumbles you point to your lip to tell him something. He looks confused for a second until he whips off his upper lip, his foam mustache.

“My own princess laughing at me?” You continue to laugh as he pinches your cheeks and boops your nose. “Dada just rocks the mustache to much!” He says about himself as you try and push his hands away from your face.

It was a good day with dada.

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cq-studios · 10 months

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This one screenshot has so much I want to talk about in it so I’m gonna babble about it below the cut

(TLDR: CQ geeks out about translating the Scala Language)

Okay, so first off I’d like to say how much I love the newspaper vibe they are going for and achieving with menus. It has me gnawing on the walls. There’s just Scala Script (the Scala language, for clarity’s sake) everywhere and my code breaking brain is eating it up.

Speaking of which here’s what I’ve been able to translate so far (out of what I’ve been able to make out… the writing is pretty scuffed up in places and it’s not the highest quality image lol)

So the first thing I’d like to focus on are the banners. Each one has something written in Scalian underneath. Those things in order of left to right are “Daily”, “Item”, and “Avatar”, which uh, makes sense lol.

I think it’s a little strange that “Item” is the only one that isn’t exactly translated… like did they just forget the “S”?

On a more interesting note though, this one for one translation here means we now have an official Scalian character for “V”. Unfortunately the character used is pretty scrapped away, so I can’t be 100% sure, but I do think I know which character is used.

(Click/tap on the images below… for whatever reason they were just not formatting correctly)

I also considered it being the one below, but because of the location of the flecks I lean more towards the first one.

I also might have translated another new Scalian character but I’m not sure…

See, on the bar at the top of the screen it says “[unknown character]ho[same unknown character]colates”. I spent at least an hour trying to find out all the possible English words what it could be. I just filled in the blanks tried anagrams, the whole shebang (except for trying that with the other languages that are most likely to be used. Those being Japanese, for obvious reasons, and Latin, which has been used in Scala Script before on the manhole covers in KH3 Scala) and came out with one possible word: Chocolate.

And I must be wrong because that makes no sense, but in case I’m right, it’s here.

I tried to cross reference with KH3 signs to no avail so I’m a bit stumped…

Maybe the little blurb on the other side makes it make sense but it’s too blurry for me to read.

Next up I’ll talk about the “Weather”.

The top text is decently clear so I was able to work that out pretty quickly (pros of being fluent in this fictional language I guess lol) and thanks to that clear text I was actually able to make out a bit more of what was below it than I would’ve otherwise. See, the smaller letters are pretty blurry but I’m able to vaguely make them out. The “L” and “W” were what I caught first and I filled in the blank between pretty fast with some pretty simple connections. Once I’d seen that I realized that there was probably a high there too, and there do seem to be “H”s on either side of the word above it… and a “G”… and an “I” (I think, I was trying to double check but my iPad has significantly worse image quality than my computer).

As for the temperature, I tried my best but the numbers are probably inaccurate. They are very blurry.

Last but not least, here are a few of my smaller notes.

I’m a big fan of the Moogle stamp, but I could not tell you what the first word on that thing is. The second is “news”, clear as day but the first word doesn’t have any characters I recognize other than the “S”. I tried coming up with possibilities through context but I’m drawing a blank.

I also love the little Potion and Elixir advertisement in the bottom corner. Like, I’m so charmed by the art for it. That being said though, I also have no clue what the text next to this one says. I’m sure it’s an onomatopoeia of some sort but once again my brain wasn’t working with me.

If you guys have any ideas please let me know. I always love to have discussions and help.

(Also I know I left a whole text box out… I honestly have nothing to say about that. Not enough characters I recognize to decipher anything at this point)

#AHHHHHHHH I’M LOOSING MY MIND IM SO EXCITED FOR ML #Like this ramble is just a small taste of where my brain has been all day #so many thoughts not enough time to write them all #kh #kingdom hearts #khml spoilers #khml #sometimes i think about ml

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buckera · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday 🧇

Initially this wasn't the snippet I wanted to share today, but in honour of Buck's canon(!!) first date with Tommy, here's Buck's first official date with Jason in the jealous eddie fic. It's a bit long so the rest is under the cut. 💛

The restaurant was buzzing with life; people were chatting idly over their plates of overpriced pasta, someone was playing the piano in the far end of the room and there were long candles lit on every occupied table, painting the place into a soft golden glow. For his part, Buck was just glad he had made the reservation on time, because there was no way they would’ve been able to get a table otherwise. “Breadstick?” Jason held out one jovially after they gave their orders to the waiter, but Buck just shook his head. “No uh no- not a fan, actually.” “Who doesn’t like breadsticks?” Jason quirked his brow in what seemed like genuine confusion. “Uh pro- probably the guy who had to have an emergency tracheotomy done by a kitchen knife because of one.” Buck tried to aim for a joking tone, but as old as the memory was, it still made his throat tighten a little. “Wooah. Alright. That’s… understandable.” Jason lowered the breadstick sympathetically, before arching his eyebrows again. “A kitchen knife, really?” “Yeah… ambulance wouldn’t have gotten there fast enough.” Buck shrugged and took a sip of his water, almost like a precaution. “So, do you make a habit of dating the medical staff or…” “Uh n-no, actually… she was a 911 dispatcher.” Buck ducked his head with a sheepish smile. “What?” “Yeah, she had a surgeon talk her through it though, so it was all good.” He wasn’t sure why he was in such a rush to reassure Jason about Abby’s competency, when the fact that he was sitting here was proof enough. But as long as there were words to put one after the other, Buck didn’t really have to acknowledge the tension pulling his entire body tight and making his palms sweat. “That sounds insane.” Jason huffed with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It was a little insane, I guess…” There was a moment of lull in the conversation, before Buck slapped his thighs with a small sigh. “S-so… first uninterrupted date, huh?” “Hopefully.” Jason smiled at him warmly and somehow it helped to melt away some of Buck’s anxiety. “Yeah, hopefully.” He smiled back at him. “So uh t-tell me about yourself, you know, hobbies, pets, family, whatever.” “That’s pretty broad.” Jason chuckled and Buck felt his cheeks heat up immediately. Wow, he really hasn’t been on a proper date in such a long time that apparently he lost the ability to make conversation. Great.

“Sorry I—” “Relax, Buck. It’s alright.” His shoulders sagged a little at that. “I guess cycling is a hobby, right? I’m not allowed pets at my place and uh… Two sisters, parents live in Nevada.” “Uh great, that- that’s great! I have a sister too, my parents live in Pennsylvania though.” Jason assessed his face for a long moment before he leaned back in his chair with a quiet huff. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem much more nervous than before. Is everything alright?” “Uh yeah— yeah, I’m fine, just…” Buck sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Eddie, my uh my partner at the 118, he’s been acting kinda weird about us going out. I just… I don’t know, I guess I got a little into my head about it.” A disapproving frown tugged at the patch of skin between Jason’s eyebrows for a moment, before it disappeared with a sigh. “So he’s one of those guys then.” Buck knew what he meant instantly; the type of guys who were just too macho not to feel threatened by even the mere mention of two men dating. Of course, it couldn’t have been further from the truth — and Buck was quick to make that clear. “N-no, not at all! He’s a good guy, great actually. He’s my best friend.” Jason hummed thoughtfully but said nothing, and it gave Buck the urge to clarify further. “Maybe he’s just worried that if I start dating again, I’ll spend less time with Christopher,” he snorted jovially, “as if I could ever not have time for him.” “Who’s Christopher?” Jason asked and Buck lit up at that. That was a topic he’d have no problem talking about. “Oh, here!” He reached for his pocket instinctively, pulling his phone out and clicking into his camera roll. “He’s Eddie’s son, the kid is a little genius.” He said proudly as he flicked to a picture of Chris and Eddie in front of the fridge, helping Chris put up his certificate from the Science Fair last week. “He’s very into video games, but I-I guess that’s true about any kid his age. But he’s really smart and brave... Jesus, that kid is probably the bravest person I know and I work with a bunch of firefighters.” He mused as he swiped his finger across the pictures they took at the Zoo two weeks ago, to the ones they took at a sightseeing boat just a week before that. (Buck almost had a heart attack when Chris leaned over the railing to have a better look, circling both his arms around the kid’s torso instinctively and pulling him back to his own chest; with the kid whining all the while that he was too old for hugs now. He remembered Eddie just laughing and laughing behind them as he took the slightly blurry picture with Buck’s phone.) “Wow, you seem... involved.” Jason’s hesitant tone made the smile freeze onto Buck’s face and he quickly slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Y-yeah, we’re uh pretty close.” The conversation steered to less personal matters after that, but Buck couldn’t help the nagging feeling that he might’ve done something wrong.

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silverynight · 11 months

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The roommate

<---Previous

Part XIII

"Welcome home, Kacchan!" Izuku jumps into his arms, prompting the pro hero to chuckle. He looks tired, but for some reason he's in a good mood.

"Do you want me to cook us something for dinner, baby? Is Shoto going to come back tonight?"

Izuku blushes after hearing the pet name, as he always does, no matter how many times his partners use it.

A lot has changed in just three weeks, they all live together now; Katsuki moved in with them and sold his apartment. It made Izuku nervous at first, but both Shoto and Katsuki are very confident about their relationship.

"No, Shoto is going to come back until tomorrow. It's just you and me now."

"Dinner for two then..."

"Wait, are you sure? Aren't you tired?" Izuku asks, grabbing him by the arm gently. "We can order something..."

Katsuki smiles fondly at him before leaning to kiss him on the top of his hair.

"I'm fine... I'll just take a quick shower and I'll be back soon."

They have adapted quickly to this... Izuku is honestly happier and loves them both so much, although he still worries about being selfish. He has told them about his concerns once or twice and they always assure him this is exactly what they want too.

People have mixed feelings about their type of relationship, although Izuku has learned not to take them seriously and avoid Twitter as much as possible.

"I hope that frown is just because you're hungry and not something else, nerd," Katsuki scolds him, although he's not actually upset. He then gives him a kiss on the lips.

"I'm fine, Kacchan. I promise!"

"Alright, I believe you, baby," he mumbles over Izuku's hair before lifting him up with one hand. "Wrap yourself around me, we're going to make dinner!"

Izuku giggles and does as Katsuki tells him; making dinner together just means him being carried with one arm by his boyfriend while he uses the other to make everything himself.

They watch a movie afterwards, Katsuki refuses to let Izuku sit anywhere that's not his lap, even though the green haired man insists that could be uncomfortable.

At some point Izuku falls asleep and the next thing he knows is that he's in Katsuki's bedroom, being pulled against a broad chest. He nuzzles against it and cuddles with his Katsuki until they're both fast asleep.

A kiss on his cheek wakes him up and he realizes it's early in the morning already, however, Katsuki is still asleep. He turns around and notices that Shoto is leaning over him, standing next to Izuku's side of the bed.

"Good morning, baby," he smiles, amused, running his fingers through the other's messy, green hair. "Sorry to wake you up, but I know you have to go to work."

Izuku nods, still sleepy, finally realizing that Shoto is not wearing his hero suit; he must've changed first.

"I'll get up in a second."

"Alright," Shoto chuckles, giving him another kiss. "I'll make breakfast."

"No, you just got here, you should be in your room, trying to get some sleep!" Izuku protests, removing Katsuki's arm off his waist, prompting the pro hero to narrow his eyes in his sleep. He finally gets up, only for Shoto to take him in his arms. "Let me–"

"It's okay, I want to," Shoto assures him before kissing his shoulder and carrying Izuku out of the bedroom. "You can help me though."

As they make pancakes for everyone, Izuku can't believe he got so lucky; his boyfriends are absolutely amazing.

***

Izuku's coworkers are very supportive of him, but also a little bit too curious about his relationship with the two pro heroes.

"Who's better in bed?"

Izuku chokes on air and feels his face getting really hot suddenly. He doesn't have any trouble answering certain questions, except that one.

He shakes his head, while the woman chuckles and leans closer to him.

"They're both THAT good? Great. You deserve it, cutie."

Covering his face with both hands, Izuku makes a mortified sound before he hears Hatsume's footsteps.

"I didn't know your job was to make Midoriya blush..."

"Sorry, boss!" She says, before turning one last time to wink at Izuku: "Wish it was though..."

Hatsume rolls her eyes before looking back at the green haired man who resembles a strawberry at the moment.

"We all are very happy for you... Just keep that in mind."

Izuku nods, but can't bring himself to say anything because he's still too embarrassed to utter a word.

Fortunately, work distracts him for a while.

At least until another coworker mentions people have been disappearing in that particular zone and everyone gets tense and starts discussing the matter, although that seems to motivate them to work twice as hard in the different hero suits and gear they've been working on.

They can at least help the pro heroes that way.

***

He's saying goodbye to the others as he gathers his things and prepares to go to the market, when he notices Shoto waiting for him outside.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, smiling happily. "I told you I was going to buy groceries first."

"We are going to buy them," Shoto corrects him before pulling him into his arms, he usually does that, although this time there's something different about the way he holds him.

"You should be resting..."

"I had the whole day to do that."

"Did Kacchan head to work?"

"Yes, but he'll be back before I go too," Shoto assures him, prompting Izuku to look back at him with curiosity.

"You don't have to wait for him!" He chuckles as they both get in Shoto's car. "It's not like I can't handle being alone for a while! I mean I've done that before!"

It's just a joke, but there's something about the way Shoto's expression changes.

"We were talking about changing our work schedules anyway, so one of us is with you all the time."

As they get to the market, Izuku frowns, he steps out of the car and stares at Shoto.

"You know I can take care of myself, right?"

"Yes, of course..." Shoto mumbles nervously. "We just want to spend time with you."

Maybe Izuku is being too harsh, it's probably nothing... Maybe they just truly want to be with him all the time.

He takes a deep breath and checks the grocery list on his phone.

Curiously, that's exactly when Shoto's phone rings. He answers, but he turns around.

"Yes, he's with me. He's fine... I'll text you."

Izuku is already crossing his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at Shoto.

"Was that Kacchan?"

"Yes."

"Calling you in the middle of his shift?"

"He's worried about you... We're worried–"

"Alright, you'll tell me exactly what's going on when we get home."

"Of course, baby," Shoto nods, clearly trying to calm Izuku down. He gives him a kiss on the cheek and Izuku lets him because even though he's slightly irritated that doesn't mean he's not going to give him and Katsuki (when he gets home) an opportunity to explain themselves.

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