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honeybadgerwritings · 1 year

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Megggg you wanna know something that’s been on my mind? Aftercare with Steddie. I just know they’d take such good care of reader after multiple rounds….

You must have a lot of faith in the reader to last multiple rounds with both Steve AND Eddie?

Holy shit, they’d better give amazing aftercare <3

This includes afab!Reader & Fem!Reader

⚠️ 18+ Content Ahead — Minors DNI ⚠️

The coil in you snaps, back arching as you cum for the fifth and final time of the night. Pathetic cries and whimpers leave your lips, tears streaming down your face as pleasure rolls through your body.

“There we go, good fucking girl.” Steve cradles you in his arms, holding you through the aftershocks as he watches Eddie pull out, who’s currently mesmerized by the way both his and Steve’s cum leaks from your ruined cunt. Your entire body trembles in his arms, and your legs shake as Eddie lowers them from his shoulders.

“Thaaat’s it sweetheart,” The metalhead murmurs, gently rubbing your calf to soothe you, “Ride it out for us.”

You’re on cloud nine, thoughts jumbled and hardly noticing how they maneuver your body while you lay there limp. Everything around you feels soft, the covers beneath you, Steve’s arms around you, Eddie’s hand on your leg. It’s all soft.

The two boys share a knowing look as you lay beneath them, completely blissed out.

“Such a pretty little thing isn’t she?” Eddie teases, and Steve hums in agreement, gently rubbing your hip.

“And soooo good for us,” The jock leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Aren’t you baby?” You hum in response, hardly registering the words coming out of their mouths. You can’t help but whine when you hear them chuckle, wanting them closer to you, “Eds…Stevie…”

“Shhh pretty girl, we gotcha…” Steve murmurs, maneuvering himself to completely lie down with you, still cradling you in his arms.

“We’re right here sweets.” Eddie adds, leaning down to place a kiss to your lower tummy before getting up off the bed. He looks over to Steve, “You got her?” Steve nods, opening his mouth to respond, but he’s cut off by you.

“No Eddie…” you whimper, “don’t leave.”

A deep chuckle rises from his chest, and he bends down to cradle your face in his hands, thumbs gently wiping a mix of sweat and tears from your puffy cheeks, “Silly thing, thinking I would ever leave you and Stevie,” He coos, looking down at you with nothing but love in his eyes, “M’ not going anywhere pretty baby. Just gonna run us all a bath okay?” You sniffle, nodding slowly as his words slowly register in your brain.

He gently tugs on your lower lip before standing back up, “Good girl.”

You and Steve lay there for a few minutes while he holds you and plays with your hair, and it’s not long before Eddie’s calling for the two of you. He picks you up in his arms and carries you towards the bathroom, cradling you against his chest, and you find your head buried in the junction where his neck and shoulder meet.

“Jesus Christ Stevie, I’ll never get over the size of this stupid bathtub.” Eddie grumbles, and you can feel Steve’s chest shake as he chuckles.

“Yeah well you’re more than welcome to come over and use it anytime you’d like.” He winks at Eddie, (who blushes a bright red) and moves to gently set you down on the counter. You whine as the cold marble meets your bare skin, and you cling harder to Steve, not wanting him to let go of you, “No no no…”

“Okay, it’s okay I gotcha,” he tugs you back towards him quickly, “I gotcha pretty girl. Let’s get you in then hm?” You nod, and Steve steps over the wall of the tub, sinking both of you down into the warm water. It smells like lavender, and you look around at all the bubbles that surround you, giggling.

Eddie sinks down into the water behind you, sneakily reaching forward to grab you by the hips. Steve’s grip on you loosens when he sees what he’s about to do, and watches as Eddie quickly snatches you, pulling you into his own lap.

You squeal and wiggle in his grasp, giggling as he attacks your face and neck with kisses. The movement splashes some water over the side of the tub, but neither of the two men can bring themselves to care. Eddie finally gives you some reprieve, resting his chin on top of your head, and his arms around your waist.

You release a sigh, resting against him with your eyes closed for a few moments.

“Don’t fall asleep on us just yet sweetheart, gotta get you cleaned up first.” You feel Eddie’s chest rumble against your back as the words leave his lips, and you peel your eyes back open. Steve’s sitting closer to you than he was a moment ago, a bottle of his lilac scented shampoo in hand.

You can’t help but smile, remembering the first time you found out about all of his hair products. You’d teased him so relentlessly about how he had triple the amount of things that you did. The only way he could get you to stop was by pinning you to the bed and tickling you until you begged for forgiveness.

And even though you and Eddie still joke about it sometimes, neither of you can deny that Steve’s hair is the epitome of perfection.

You lean forward, allowing him to scrub the soap through your hair, his fingers gently massaging your scalp. At some point, your eyes fall shut at the feeling of Eddie running a loofah up and down your skin, and you relax, letting your boys take care of you.

It’s Eddie who lifts you out of the water fifteen minutes later, quickly wrapping a towel around you when your teeth chatter. He helps you dry off, changing you into one of his oversized band tees, and Steve’s athletic shorts. You sigh in content, feeling cozy in your boyfriend’s clothes, and breathing in their scents.

“Do you want me to carry you? Eddie asks you gently as you sit on the counter in front of him. You nod slowly, eyes feeling especially droopy, and he grins, hands reaching underneath your armpits, “C’mere trouble.”

You pout at him as he lifts you up, “M’ not trouble. You’re trouble.” He chuckles at you placing a kiss to your cheek, “I must be a bad influence on you then.”

You wrap your legs around him so you’re sitting comfortably on his hip, and he carries you back to bedroom. You spot Steve, who is just finishing up changing the sheets, and he smiles warmly at you.

You’re laid down in the center of the bed, and it’s not long before they both join you, Steve cradling your body from behind, while you bury your face in Eddie’s chest.

“M’ gonna be so sore tomorrow.” You murmur, verbalizing your first coherent sentence in the last hour. The two boys chuckle, gently stroking different parts of your body to soothe you.

“Good thing we’ll be here to take care of you then hm?” Steve hums into the skin of your back, leaving kisses up your spine, “Gonna be treated like straight up royalty honey…isn’t that right Ed’s?”

Eddie, whose gently playing with your damp hair, hums in agreement, “We gotcha sweetheart. We always gotcha.”

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ocean-ai · 1 year

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Day 25: Sixty-Nine - Mingi

Pairings: Mingi X Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 732

Warnings: 69, oral (male and female receiving)

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Spicy

“Just like that,” Mingi said as you licked his tip. It felt a little awkward to be on top of your boyfriend like this; his cock in your mouth and your pussy in his face. But, Mingi was good at convincing you to try new things, so why not try this? And with the way his tongue was lapping at your clit, you were glad he talked you into it. You moaned on his cock when he started to move his tongue faster against you.

Mingi’s large hands were on your ass, holding you down as your hips started to squirm. “Stop moving,” he said when he moved away from your clit. You wanted to try, but it was hard when his tongue just felt so fucking good. You hand one hand on his shaft jerking him while you sucked on his tip. Your tongue teased his slit, making his hips buck into your mouth. You gagged around his cock and he groaned onto your core. The vibrations went through your entire body.

When Mingi first pitched the idea for you two to sixty-nine each other, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to focus. He was a little too talented with his tongue, so you were worried that you’d have trouble pleasing him. But because he was so good at eating you out, you were focused on making sure to make him feel as good as he made you feel. Sucking him off while he fucked you with his tongue was a lot more fun than you expected.

You took more of his cock in your mouth, your hand now massaging his balls. Mingi’s hands were kneading your ass, as his tongue was at your entrance, moving slower than he did on your clit. He knew this would drive you crazy and he was right. You moaned on him again, the tip of his cock at your throat. You moved slightly so that you could deep-throat him, giving him exactly what he wanted.

Mingi moved one of his hands so that he could slip two fingers into you, sliding them in easily since you were to went from what his tongue was doing to you. He pumped them slowly inside you, making you move your hips in time with his fingers. By default, your head was also moving and your tongue was sliding along his hard cock. “Fuck that feels so fucking good,” he sighed before his tongue was moving in time with his fingers. You pulled off of him to jerk him off. His tip was now red and swollen, and by the way he balls felt in your hand, you knew he was going to come at any minute.

You moved fast on his cock and Mingi almost lost his rhythm in you, but he felt your clench around him. His lips were on your clit, suckling on it and making you scream. “Mingi! Yes!!” You wrapped your lips around his red tip and you licked the underside of his shaft, knowing that is usually what would cause him to cum. And it did. Mingi’s hips jerked as he came, you caught as much of it as you could, but some of it spilled out of your mouth and onto his thigh.

Mingi’s fingers moved faster in you and his tongue was relentless. He was determined to make you cum hard. Mingi held your hips down with one of his arms, his strength playing a part in your orgasm. You moaned loudly when his fingers found that sensitive spot inside you and you squeezed your walls around them. The combination of his tongue and fingers was becoming too much for you and since he knew just what to do with your body, you were a mess above him. Your breathing had become uneven and the knot in your stomach was unraveling.

“Come all over tongue and fingers, baby. I want to taste you.” His dirty words took you over the edge and you came hard. Mingi moved his fingers slowly and he also slowed down his tongue. He helped you ride out your orgasm as you caught your breath. The aftershocks of his soft touch was intense, but you loved it.

You rolled off of him and you couldn’t help but smile. “Holy shit, Mingi,”

He looed down at you, “I told you this would be a good idea.”

#Mingi x reader #Mingi smut #kinktober #Song Mingi #ATEEZ #ATEEZ Smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #this one was written quickly

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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Cybersex

A/N: based on this from earlier today.

Warnings: phone sex. Typos.

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“Hi, babe!” Matty’s voice chirped from the other end of the line as soon as he heard her pick up.

“Hello, you. How was the show?”

She was glad to finally get a hold of him and hear about tour. They’d been on the opposite sides of the world for too long, their schedules never quite lining up for a quick FaceTime date, or even a small chat. So, she’d more than missed hearing his voice.

Matty, of course, had missed her too. But it wasn’t just her voice that he’d missed. He had a lot more of her on his mind as he pushed the phone to his ear in the back of the cab, on his way back to his hotel room rather early.

“Are the guys with you?” She inquired, innocent enough, but her questions was a pre-cursor to less innocent intentions.

“No, they’re still at the venue. We, like, literally just got off-stage. But I missed you too much to wait.”

She bummed in approval, sinful thoughts swirling around her mind. She grinned to herself, glad that Matty wasn’t able to read her expression in this moment.

***

“Fuck, baby, please! May I please cum for you? Please?! I- ugh- please it’s been so fuckin long!” His hips bucked, thrusting his cock into his own hand as he kept his motions going, waiting for her to grant him permission.

“Tell me how long it’s been, Matty. Have you been touching yourself at night to the thought of me? Hmm? Have you been thinking about me riding that cock of yours?”

“No- god- fuck! No, no, I promise I haven’t. I’ve really, really wanted to though. But I’ve been good, I swear!”

“So, that means, you’ve not cum….”

“Since we left!” He finished her thought for her, too worked up to wait until she’d done the math.

“You’re too impatient. And you’re being rude and demanding. Don’t think you deserve it.”

“What?” He was in shock. He’d expected her to go along with it and just let him have this. “Please! No! I- I need it!”

His eyes widened as he looked down at his aching, twitching cock, the tip bubbling with pre-cum.

“Don’t- oh, fuck, babyyyy. Don’t think I can- can’t hold it anymore. It’s gonna- I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me, Matty. Let me hear you.”

Before the words were fully out of her mouth, his body shook wildly against the bed, his toes curling, the veins in his neck bulging as he tipped his head back and strained against the pillow. “Fuucckkk!!! Finally! Thank you!!!” He mumbled a string of incoherent words of gratitude and exclamation as his orgasm crashed over his exhausted body. He whined and whimpered as his sensitive body struggled through the aftershocks.

“Wish you were here.” He whispered. “To hold me, right now.”

His words broke her heart. She wanted nothing more in the whole world. She didn’t feel it was right to complain. Matty was at the peak of his career, doing what he loves most with the people he loves most in the whole world. So, she knew that being away from each other was hardly a problem to groan about. But all that did nothing to calm the ache she had for him. She wished she could see his post-orgasm droopy eyes and give him gentle kisses to lull him to sleep.

“Me, too, babe. I wish I could hold you, too.”

“Stay with me on the phone until I fall asleep?”

“Of course, Matty.”

#matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty concepts #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy smut #matty healy oneshot #matty healy fluff

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angryschnauzer · 1 year

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Who do you think gives better beard rides, henry or chris?

Yes you should test both out to answer

I've had a few hours to think about this, and you know what, i'm not sure if there's a 'better', just 'different'. I mean, it's not like they could get together and tag team you... oh hang on... anyway in this essay i shall...

So, lets start with Chris.

Lets have a look at the tongue in question. First of all its well proportioned, it comes out of his mouth a good two inches, and is thick and meaty. That's a strong tongue.

Then we have to study Henry's tongue.

Henry's tongue is quite possibly the widest tongue i've ever seen. That thing is getting on for 3 inches wide. That's a LOT of surface area coverage. We should also note the clit cradle dip in the tip of his nose, so that man was built for having someone ride his face.

Right, so we've seen the equipment, now lets speculate the technique.

Again, we'll start with Chris. Chris would be one of the guys to softly encourage you to climb on, you may be nervous and anxious, but he'd soothe your worries every step of the way. Straddling his head he'd wrap those tattooed biceps around your thighs and pull you down, letting you get the full experience of his thick beard against your softest of skin. That tongue would certainly force its way into every nook and cranny, and he'd be handsy too. There would be fingers in holes and you'd get your butt given a solo spank here and here if you started to flag or slow down. That meaty tongue would alternate between fucking your holes and running through your folds to tease your clit. He'd hold you down on his mouth as you came, moaning your name as he held you in place and wouldn't relent until you'd all but collapsed against the headboard/sofa/car seat.

So, onto Henry. Henry's beard situation seems to fluctuate so it can really depend on what role he's playing as to whether you're getting anything from Walker Stubble to Syverson Beard. But lets go with PC Build Lockdown Henry because that beard is just *chefs kiss*. Henry likes to be in charge, so even as he's pulling you on top and man handling you to straddle his face, you have little choice about the whole thing. He wants to eat that pussy, and he wants you to be on top. He'd be enthusiastic, that wide tongue is able to completely cover your taco and anything spilling over the edge of your tortilla. His big hands on your hips, he'd be grinding you onto his face and that clit cradle would be rubbing at your little button oh so good. You'd try to keep at your own pace, it was too much too soon but Henry's in charge. You'd be flipped over and he'd be diving between your thighs like a man starved. That man would have you pinned to the bed with just one muscle and all you could do is lay there and try to figure out where the aftershocks ended and the next orgasm started.

In summary, there is no winner, apart from you.

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monroeknoxwrites · 1 year

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post-canon trans!eddie wip

eddie wasn't there for the end of the world. Or the end of hawkins anyway.

He wakes weeks later, in a hospital bed several miles away. His uncle explains that henderson kid contacted him, let him know he was alive but barely.

"I didn't think you'd make it on the ride there," his uncle says, looking at his hands. "But we couldn't take you to anywhere nearby."

He trails off, lifting his eyes filled with apologies. Like he failed him along the way somehow.

'What're you sorry for?' eddie doesn't say. 'You're only the only one who stuck around.'

What he does ask is "What happened?" How much would they tell his uncle? How would they explain the shredded state of him?

Turns out, dustin used jason and his goons as the scapegoats this time.

So the universe does have a twisted sense of humor.

Not that jason was around to contradict them -- he apparently died in the "earthquake".

All that and they failed. Must have. What else could cause that much destruction?

His uncle's info gets shaky after that. He knows the army came in, for diaster relief. Then they lost media coverage.

"A week after the quake there was some sort of aftershock? It destroyed most of what was left standing."

eddie's mouth goes dry.

His fingers fidget with the rough texture of the dull blue hospital blanket, the texture distraction enough for the panic screaming at the back of his mind.

It sounds like bats.

"What, uh. What about the people there?"

His uncle sighs. "You care about those people?" There's bitterness in his tone but only a little. Mostly he looks sad. And proud?

A lots going on, eddie isn't sure if he's processing all this right.

"I guess you would," his uncle interrupts him from asking again.

"You're little friend visited a few days ago. Brought the Harrington boy with him, older, fancy hair?"

"Steve." The name tumbles from his mouth and with it a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Yeah. They told me most of the town was evacuated before it hit. Few causalities. All their friends and families made it out safe."

robin, nancy, the other kids -- they're all okay.

He nods along. Mutters to himself. "Good. Great. I knew they'd do it."

"Of course, this was after they asked about you."

eddie snaps back to attention, shifts in the bed.

"He— /They/ asked about me? What'd you tell them?"

"Why else would they come all this way?" his uncle counters, fussing for a second with the pillows behind him.

"When they came, the doctors said you'd be awake soon. But not soon enough for them." His uncle smirks. "They wanted to wait around until you did. The head nurse chased them out eventually.”

Yeah, that sounded like dustin. Hard convincing that kid to do anything. He was sure dustin pestered steve for a ride here, that's why he stuck around so long.

"I have a number from each of them," his uncle says rifling through his pockets.

"Asked me to call if there was any change. Or let you do it if you were well enough."

"Both of them?" eddie asks slowly, like he's trying the words on and finding they don't fit right.

"Yeah. That dustin kid was pretty insistent. 'Day or night' he said."

eddie laughs, in spite of his confusion, in needing to know what they both said.

"Yeah, he's like that."

"Steve, was it? He practically pushed the kid out the door and handed me his, asked me to just let him know when you were awake again."

eddie doesn't know what to say to that. He's all too aware of his uncle's eyes on him. Searching him.

He pulls a grin, gestures at his healing wounds. "Guess he doesn't wanna see his valiant rescue wasted."

"Hm."

The conversation ends there.

For all the fucking sleeping he's been doing lately, eddie tires pretty quickly. He's nodding off by the time his uncle leaves to talk with the doctor.

He drifts to sleep with the vague impression of arms carrying him. Two sets of voices coming from miles away.

One crying, begging him to hold on.

And the other...

Hang on, man, okay? We're back, we made it out. So you need to hang on. I didn't go through all this for you to die on me!

"Don't be upset."

Not the best thing to hear in a hospital.

eddie had just finished swallowing the last bit goblin shit that passes for food in this place. Apparently different textures are bad for recuperation. Or any texture.

His uncle gives him that great opening line as soon as he's in the door. He's sitting close, speaking low.

"The doctor's coming in now. She's gonna tell you a few things."

eddie taps his fork against the tray to the rhythm of the song he played on top of the trailer. It's been stuck in his head since he woke up.

He continues in silence, waiting, shoulders subtly tense. He can guess what this is about.

"I had to put you under the other name," his uncle says, as delicately as he can. He's looking sorry again and eddie hates it.

A lopsided grin splits his face. He taps faster at the tray yet responses casually, "A few weeks ago I was sure my time was up.

"I think I can handle it."

He kept that grin on his face when the doctor came in. It knocked her off balance a little but she recovered far too quickly. Returns it with a subdued one of her own.

"Miss Munson? Would you mind me calling you Samantha?"

'Actually, I'd prefer if you called me just about anything else.'

"Sam's good."

The doctor hummed meaningfully. She cast a glance at his uncle.

"Sam, there are some sensitive subjects I need to speak with you about. If you'd rather do that in private—"

His uncle didn't move in his chair but eddie sensed him shifting into protective mode.

"And I told you I wanted to be present for this. She's... She's just woken up, it might be too much."

He stumbles over the word like it's wrong coming out of his mouth. With the guilty hesitancy of a kid swearing in front of their parents for the first time.

It lightens the wound up feeling in eddie's shoulders.

"Mr. Munson." The doctor's short tone tells eddie this is a common argument between them.

"Your niece is of legal age. It isn't appropriate for me to discuss these things with you present. The only reason we did beforehand was because her unconscious state necessitated it."

His uncle readies himself for a fight. He's never been a big fan of doctors and Eddie can tell he's extra agitated by the situation. The muscles in his balled knuckles jumped at the word 'niece'.

He cared more about this bullshit than eddie did.

Avoiding a shouting match in the middle of a hospital, eddie cuts in. "Then it doesn't really matter if he sits in on this then."

The doctor clears her throat, gives him a pointed look he willfully pretends not to understand.

"Sam honey, I don't think you quite grasp the nature of what I need to discuss with you."

"Of course not, you haven't said anything yet."

The doctor glances from his uncle to eddie, recognizes her 'polite suggestions' are a waste of time, and surrenders.

Her motherly face drops, continuing in a more clinical vein.

"Very well." She put on the glasses dangling around her neck as she read his chart. It made her appear even more severe.

"The extent of the damage to your chest was significant. In closing the wounds, we had to remove much of the damaged tissue."

Something clicks in eddie's head.

Something he really should have noticed immediately but he was too busy celebrating still being alive and knowing his friends made it out too.

The general soreness that is now his chest distracted him from another feeling: lightness.

The bandages, he didn't think because of the bandages, it all seemed normal!

The doctor mistakes his pawing at his chest, the stunned expression on his face as devastation, her voice carrying a note of sympathy.

"Easy honey, you'll open your stitches."

eddie flops back on the bed, running both hands through his hair. He lets out a sharp sound.

"This isn't easy for one so young. But I can give you the number of a doctor who specializes in reconstructive surgery."

eddie doesn't pay attention to her. He purses his lips, fisting the hands in his hair, eyes dead ahead. It's taking all the scant bit of self control he has not to shout.

His uncle takes the number, ushers her out the door.

eddie catches the pitying look she shots him from the doorway but he honestly couldn't care less.

Once she's gone, he throws his hands into the air and crows. Bad idea. Intense pain blooms in his chest and he's curling into himself, wincing before dissolving into deranged giggles.

"Careful!" His uncle scolds. "She's right about one thing: you're going to pull those stitches if you don't settle down."

"Looks like. Saving the world isn't the only boon. I got out of all this," he gasps between laughter.

His uncle shoves a paper cup of water in his hand, shaking his head but not commenting on what he said. He's used to him not making sense.

eddie needs another dose of pain meds for all his antics. Worth it.

He helped vanquish vecna and lost his tits in the process!

eddie rides the high of his prize all day. The nurses label him a menace; pestering them about how long until he can get the bandages off. Pacing the wing once they release him from the IV.

It's hard staying still.

He bets they wish he was their quiet unconscious patient again.

#stranger things #eddie munson #trans eddie #steddie #steve harrington #spoilers

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avocado-writing · 2 years

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Kinktober #12

@lady-jane3 @venusthepirate @lunarpansexual @bratdoll666 @tangerinesgf @white-wolf-buckaroo @zuzusoo @earth-elemental18 @northerngalxy @underratedboogeyman @basementsoup @insanitia @tommysproperty @felhomaly (lmk if you want to be added!)

12) Bondage // Knife Play // Cock Warming

Fucking him when he’s home from a mission is your favourite way to fuck him. There’s a frenetic energy between the two of you which needs to be let out, a combination of relief that he’s returned and a longing for each other which must be satiated.

He finishes riding his orgasm out inside of you, loosely pumping his hips with the aftershocks of it, and you collapse on his chest from your position above him. You know it’s likely that in a matter of minutes he’ll be ready to go again. He has a lot of pent-up horniness he needs to fuck out. But for now you just bury your head in the hair of his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

When he regains control over his boneless limbs you feel him start to extract himself out of you.

“No,” you state, pressing back down on his softening cock, making sure it doesn’t move, “keep it in, Tan.”

“What, you sure?”

“Yeah. I like how you feel inside me.”

Tangerine groans, but makes no effort to continue.

“You can’t just say things like that. You’ll drive a bloke mad.”

“Oh, I don’t drive you mad anyway?”

You prop your head up on your hand to look down at him. Your husband rolls his eyes and begins to trace patterns on your back with his fingertips.

“Yeah, ‘course you do.”

You love having him locked in you like this. You can feel his heartbeat inside of you as well as in his chest, a moment grounding you to the man you love. You want to keep him here forever, in this bed; safe with you. Feeling a little sleepy, you cuddle in further against him.

“I’m going to read for a bit, if that’s alright with you, darling.”

When you nod he gently manoeuvres you so he can grab his book off of the nightstand without slipping out. He holds it above his head with one hand, able to both hold it open and thumb the pages along.

“If you drop that on me I’m going to lose it.”

“Nah, I won’t let that happen.” A pause. “Well, again, anyway.”

#Tangerine x reader #avo’s kinktober tag #Avo’s kt

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aesteraceae · 2 years

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Aftershocks

Summary: What comes after.

Tags: SFW, emotions and lack thereof, comfort, cuddle piles, post concert, fluff, sort of hurt/comfort but there's no real hurt just a lot of emotions

Notes: I just have skz concert brainrot can you blame me? I'm supposed to be writing something completely different but here we are. It's midnight for me and this is NOT proofread lmao I'll fix any glaring mistakes in the morning but I just wanted to get this out there. Enjoy!

The night after a concert is the only time you can think of when the entirety of Stray Kids is silent.

You ride with Jisung, Changbin, and Minho, the self proclaimed loudest members, but even their breathing seems quiet.

Jisung is curled in Minho's lap, shoulders rising steadily with his deep breaths. Concerts were always jarring for him, even more so now since they hadn't had one in so long. All the excitement, the screaming, the energy, it drains him just as much as it energizes him.

Changbin is quiet too, but it's in a different way than Minho and Jisung.

He's looking at his phone, but it's long since shut off, so he's just looking back at himself through a black screen.

"Hey, Bin." You whisper, unwilling to break the calm of the quiet.

He looks up at you, but it takes him a second to react. "Yeah?" You slide an arm behind him and scoot closer, gently urging him to lie against your shoulder. His hair is soft as you run your hands through it, still slightly sweaty from the performance but dry enough now to be smooth.

He breathes in deep, so deep you can watch his shoulders tense up, and then he releases it in a huff. "There you are." You smile, embracing him fully as he leans into you, arms coming to wrap around your waist. It's an awkward little hug with the seatbelts, but it's nice and you don't pull away until the drive is over.

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Everyone piles into Chan's room, unwilling to be apart for long.

Changbin still hasn't let go of you, but since arriving at the dorms you've gained another little koala: Felix.

He'd been content to stay hidden in Chan's shoulder as you all got into the cars to go home, but once you made it into the room he made a beeline for your side.

The three of you sit on Chan's bed, Hyunjin, Minho, and Jeongin joining you, while Jisung, Chan, and Seungmin curl up on a beanbag.

Seungmin really looks like a puppy this way, sitting in Jisung's lap with his legs draped over Chan's, like a big dog who still wants to be held like a puppy.

They're happy to hold him though, and you can't help but smile at them from your spot on the bed, covered in warm, affectionate bodies.

"So that happened."

Felix whispers, voice still wet from tears, and you pry your hand out from under Changbin to pet his hair.

Normally, saying something like that would make the group laugh, at the dry delivery if nothing else, and then Jisung would make a joke, and the conversation would spiral on from there, but no one speaks. They just nod, just as shell-shocked as Felix, though they're expressing it differently.

You make a mental note to get Felix some water soon— he'd been crying for a *while.*

"You all did amazing."

You whisper, voice still soft.

"I don't know why I'm still crying." Felix says, sniffling, squirming out from the pile to get tissues.

"It's a lot of emotions. Crying's a natural response to being overwhelmed."

Jisung snorts, "You told me that back when Miroh won."

There it is again- words that would have been a joke any other time but now only add to the strange atmosphere.

"It was true then and it's still true now."

Chan sounds a bit defensive- just a slight twinge at the edge of his words, and normally it wouldn't be an issue, Jisung would brush it of or not notice it at all, but now, with so many emotions together at one time, even slight annoyance was a ticking time bomb.

"Come over here." Changbin seems to notice the same thing you do, waving them over with his only free hand.

Seungmin complies, lying over Changbin's back. Jisung takes Felix's hand and pulls him over too, curling up next to him just barely away from the pile- leaving a spot for Chan.

It takes him a second to move, squirming awkwardly before he forces himself to stand. You're about to prompt him again but he reaches for the remote next to the beanbag, turning off the main lights, leaving only the dim decorative lights above the bed.

Then, he slides in next to Felix and lets Minho crawl into his back, and everyone seems to relax.

You could sit here as long as they needed. At times like this, emotions simmered just below the tipping point. For Felix, this showed in tears, stray drops escaping despite his best efforts. For Changbin, it was a distinct lack of emotion, feeling so much at once that you feel nothing at all.

The others would tip over the edge or slowly return back to equilibrium, but either way you'd be there to help them through it.

You look over at Jeongin and find him rubbing Seungmin's back, entire form shaking with displaced adrenaline. You reach a hand out for Jeongin and he takes it gratefully, squeezing tightly.

You let your eyes slip closed. You'd take care of them, yes, but you could also rest easy knowing that they'd take care of eachother just as well.

#stray kids #bang chan #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz fluff #writing #lee know #minho #changbin #Hyunjin #jisung #felix #Seungmin #jeongin

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bnomiko · 6 months

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Figure collecting: Pharaoh Atem 1:6 resin by Aftershock Studio (expanded review)

MFC is no longer allowing articles on unlicensed figures, so I'm posting the full text review here (along with a few extra photos that didn't make it into my original Tumblr post), since I don't want the article to go to waste.

Oddly both this unlicensed Atem on horseback resin AND this licensed one (by Fantastic Territory) came up for order at around the same time. Unless you're a massive Atem fan I can't see getting both so I had to choose one. The Fantastic Territory one was appealing since obviously it's licensed, and the base a lot smaller and less fussy (my preference), but I thought the horse on this statue looked much nicer and I generally prefer figures to have closed mouth expressions, so Aftershock's version won out and I placed my order. But… was it worth it?

Box and Packaging

Big shipping box: 62.8 x 30.8 x 63.5 cm and 27 lb ship weight. Actual figure box was snug inside, so no extra buffer padding.

The figure box is very basic - one big close up of Atem in the front, Sennen Puzzle in the back, content text on top and sides.

I was happy to find the foam inside held together with velcroed straps (MUCH better than tape which some companies use), and the foam was properly custom cut to fit each individual piece and layered in a sensible manner - main base pieces, horse and Atem's body in one layer, smaller things that went on sides and top in second layer. So it was very easy to unpack and assemble one layer at a time. And most importantly, no major breakages, even after I accidentally knocked the entire box over while dragging it to my display area for assembly. 1 minor breakage on the tip of a strand of the horse's mane but I located the damaged piece so it should glue together without issue.

Figures

Atem's face is great, exactly what I was hoping for. His earrings are even hinged which was a nice surprise, so depending on how you slot in the head they can fall into different spots. Good musculature on the body (nice thighs!) Biggest nitpick with the body is the blue flap of his skirt in the back isn't magnetized and the slot's a bit too big for it to sit securely, so I've already knocked it out of place twice.

The horse looks good. Came as a single piece except for the tail, so no issues with visible seams. Pose is dynamic and it feels stable even though it attaches to the base via the 2 back hooves with a bit of weight resting on a dust wisp that goes between the horse's legs. I mean if I'm going to nitpick it's way too hairy for the desert environment its supposed to be from and I doubt the tack's accurate to any era (certainly isn't tack that would be used in modern riding). Tack is much more minimal than the horse in the licensed statue for sure! But it's still a pretty and powerful looking horse.

I do have to add that I don't think this is really 1:6; it's probably closer to 1:7. I know Atem is short but unless this is a pony and not a horse, this is not a 1:6 horse. Breyer Traditionals (for those familiar with them) are 1:9, this horse is a bit larger but not by [i]that[/i] much.

Overall paint and finish are fine on both. Minimal shading overall. A few rougher patches but nothing egregious. I'm not a nitpicker though.

Base & Extras

The base is unfortunately quite large with a lot of dust cloud effects, though given how horizontal the entire piece is I think it was unavoidable having a longer base to counterbalance the weight of the horse. There's a mini temple at the back to give the impression that Atem is galloping away from the city or whatnot.

Overall paint and finish are slightly rougher on the base than the figures, but a lot of it gets obscured by all the dust attachments and who really looks at the base anyhow?

Bottom of the base has felt circles plus an additional padded vinyl(?) layer with a drawing of Atem and the number of the figure as well.

There's also an additional gold bracer / AE duel disk that looks like it should slot somewhere in the base, but doesn't shrug I already packed it away because it looks weird just sitting there as a separate piece that doesn't scale with the statue.

#resin statue #yu gi oh #pharaoh atem #ygo atem #anime figure

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quietplaceinthestars · 2 years

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irish breakfast, bubble tea, teapot! :D

HI VIRGIL ❤️

irish breakfast: what country do you want to visit?

Ireland, Thailand and Germany are very appealing!

I don’t want to go to places where I’d be intruding a whole lot. But the sights and food area huge draw as well as meeting different people!

bubble tea: what ride would you pick at an amusement park?

Truthfully those big boats that swing back and forth scare me and so does the Ferris wheel. Huge fan of stuff that goes around in a circle.

Silverwoods aftershock and spincycle were really fun! (First picture is aftershock second is spincycle)

I like stuff that goes around in a circle, and I’ve been on everything but the zipper at my local county fair so many times it’s hard to get the stomach swoop anymore.

teapot: music preference?

I like variety! Stuff with good bass is generally good in my books but I do tend to listen to a lot more industrial/ nu metal type music than anything! Japanese jazz is top tier as well but I don’t know much about the artists tbh.

Tea asks

#answered asks #romatichore #tea asks

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romancemoon · 2 years

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🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity? 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? 🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✨ @debtwon. meme. still accepting!

🍃 vi’s naturally inclined towards being out in the sun. he loves to sweat. he loves humidity and he loves being beaten down by sunshine and that’s pretty much due to his upbringing in a tropical country aljgfdlgjdflkg... his favorite thing to do outdoors is just... draw. he likes to draw. a lot of his art turns out to be portraits of nature. lots of flowers and trees and the sky. a lot of sunsets and moonrisings and etc. he also rly likes to do yoga outdoors on the hottest days of the year. one thing he likes to do at the very end of summer and all through autumn is collect leaves and press into bookmarks. he usually gives these bookmarks away since he... makes so many bookmarks for himself lol.

he just really likes being outdoors. a lot of people dont like the sweltering heat and walking through rays of light frying them, but he loves it... virote loves a good hike, too. back home, he really enjoyed working out in his grandparents field picking strawberries, picking rose apples, and riding horses :))) he’s a nature boi

🌌 virote started off as an oc for a jrpg from a tiny little company u may know called square... ya know, kingdom hearts, etc etc. he was an oc for final fantasy x. he was a summoner, endowed with the gift to save the world. but he failed. mostly everyone he loved was taken from him and his journey was dealing with the aftershock of all of that but then he kinda grew into his own thing of an amalgamation of stuff. 90s pop culture, 2000s pop culture. trashy reality tv. art house films. 80s and 90s anime. some 2000s anime. ive watched so much anime, its fucking stupid. that obscure ova that hasnt had a physical copy since 1994? ive seen it. that weird ecchi one-off with a publisher that has literally no info available? i’ve watched that. manga that was only printed a couple of years around 2005? been there! also just life experiences.

i’ve met so many crazy fucking people in my life.... done and seen a lot of crazy shit. never a dull moment in an alabama town where everyones high off their ass on meth! people tell me vi’s pretty real.... ya.... a lot of his experiences are real. down to meeting a guy behind a post office selling cough syrup from the back of his car. down to the bald drug dealer that pedals through the neighborhood on a little bike with a cute bell, wearing socks and sandals. city pop music too..... the magic, the sparkles, the twinkles. the wavy haziness of vaporwave. vi’s just this big, big reference i kinda love that. wish more people got said references. glkfdjglkdf.

virote is my love letter to pop culture. he is my love letter to visceral and heartwarming experiences ive had. he’s a love letter. he’s my love letter to what makes the weirdos weird. and that’s just kind of his charm that i decided from the jump. he’s not here to be cool. he’s so uncool that it almost makes him cool......... he’s my love letter to just being u, even if no one gets it.

🎭 he tries not to be too fake. he can keep it cute ya know... he can keep it formal and put on his business face when he wants, but other than that, vi’s not really one to bury who he is. what you see is what you get. it’s kind of hard for him to repress himself.

that’s exactly why he says stupid shit during inappropriate times and i wish he’d stop but who am i but a spectator to his decisions in life...................

#( 🌙 ABOUT! AN AURA OF MOONLIGHT AND DARK NEON. ✨ )#debtwon #/ i LUV him.

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the-gift-of-submission · 2 years

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Inside a Submissives Soul

Dear Diary -

I wasn't suppose to see him for a couple of weeks. A change of plan enabled me to see him in just under a week later and I'm so grateful the opportunity came. Other parts of my life have left me making a life changing choice and for him to be here, to be with me, meant so much. It was clear he needed it too, he is stronger than he gives himself credit for but when he feels he isn't, I can't do much more than be there for him too. I can only hope it's enough although I would like to be able to do so much more.

He picked me up and we went to our spot by the canal, he offered for us to have a look at the 'Tiny Tea Room' nearby, I declined, probably shouldn't have, I just felt like I wasn't sociable. We moved into the back, he sat down and prompted me to sit with him with a blanket at the ready to keep me warm, such a sweet thing to do. We sat with the door open so we could see the canal, the insects, wildlife, the clouds passing by. It was peaceful, he brought me so much comfort and listening to him talk brings me such calm. With my back against his chest, his arms wrapped around me, me holding onto him, feeling him plant kisses on my neck and tickling my ear with his tongue, it doesn't take much for him to get my insides going.

It soon starts raining, enough for us to close the door and get comfy on his bed. Spending this kind of time with him for me is special, quality time, just us, the world outside still turning despite the stop I feel when with him. The temperature turns up fairly quickly, he is irresistible, more so than he realises. He has this internal growl that I can not only hear, I can feel it too. He unbuckles himself to free his member, stood to attention, I am encouraged to take him by mouth which I am more than happy to oblige. He fits so well, even with his size, I take him as far in as I can, all the way back. According to him I have a small mouth. A feel like a couple of times he could release but he holds back. I may have been alittle too rough on a couple of occasions, really didn't mean to be. He reaches for my behind, I reposition to make it easily accessible, he gives me a spank here and there, he knows how to wind me up.

Our clothing is lost somewhere along the way, however this time, him naked, I'm still in my sports bra and thong, makes a change doesn't it! I had let him know my 'lady time', seems to be almost constantly present at the moment, a while back he recommended the moon cup, he isn't bothered by it, neither am I. So far it has been great, he mentioned earlier we could test it again. On top of him, my thong pulled to one side, without much resistance he slid right in and damn he feels so good. I'm burning inside and my climax builds quickly, he says 'cum', not far behind that I climax, hard, it ripples through me, he isn't far behind. My body spasms through the aftershocks of my orgasm, I can't contain them, I just ride through them, it's a good thing. Laying ontop of him whilst he rests within me, as our bodies come down from a high, I move to the side of him cautiously. No mess, result! I often find myself amused by his reaction to me being 'tight', he feels he has little control over himself as a result. Something he wants to improve on but I'm not complaining, I'm pretty smug about it. We lay for some time cuddling and being together, I am more than happy in these moments.

Lots has gone on in his life recently, it's incredibly hard for him. We talk about various things, he opens up to me like never before. I can see and feel his pain, all I can do is be with him and hold him. I just want to take it all away for him and for him to feel the weight he has been carrying to just disappear, total freedom from all the stresses he is facing. I feel honoured that he felt he could talk to me this way, it is a hard thing to do when you keep things to yourself. I just want him to know I care so much and I will do anything to make him happy but I am only one person. I hope I brought him some comfort even if it wasn't for very long.

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error84 · 3 years

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gonna be real fuckin cringe for a sec i really really really really really miss goliath (sfne)

#slugkit.txt #i went down the rabbit hole of watchinb videos when i KNOW i shouldnt because holy fucking shit i am. very emotional #but my god... just #if there is one ride that sometimes has just a bit more sentimental value to it than sv it's this one #the sound thats made up the first lift is one that will always bring me immense joy. and hell. immense comfort #every single sound that ride has honestly but #the first lift is so so so iconic to me #the moment i heard that all those years ago i was just like Woah.. Thas so cool !!#and it is !!!!!!#just everything ab it. i love #and i miss it so fucking much #i just want at least one ride on it. please #like yeah i can plan a trip to silverwood with my friends and ride aftershock but it's not the same #in every sense of the way yes theyre the same ride but #when you get to the emotional and sentimental aspects #it's not the same #and thats the difference #i DO want to ride aftershock a lot but #we all know goliath is probably leaving. we dont know when anymore but all i want. is One more ride. At Least #just fuckin.#really miss it #a lot #and it all sounds stupid and jumbled i know but #anyways lmao

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katsuphilia · 2 years

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𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, takami keigo

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: repost from my old blog ; i wrote this months ago and it’s so bad and i don’t have the strength to read over it so y’all look the other way when there’s horrendous writing parts

✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

Once again, the stinging reality that Midoriya was improving steadily, and he was falling behind was making Bakugou realize that things were not what he’d planned for them to be. It was difficult watching the helpless boy from his childhood slowly grow to outdo him, growing more and more closer with the very man that was his inspiration, while he seemed to be at a dead end.

Nothing Bakugou was doing was getting him where he wanted to be, and the frustration was bubbling over, and not even you could seem to help soothe the bitterness he was feeling. The final straw was when all of his classmates, including you, had left with their provisional licenses secured—save for Todoroki, but that did little to ease his conscience. It was like salt to the wound to watch you smile with glee at your results as he dealt with the aftershocks of his failure.

He wanted to be happy for you, he really did try to muster up a small smile just for you at your excitement, but anger was an all consuming feeling, and Bakugou couldn’t stop from feeling angry that slowly, he was becoming more and more prone to failing.

You could sense that the provisional license exam was a large blow to your boyfriend’s pride. You saw the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he offered you one, and the bus ride home didn’t consist of his usual quiet rambling that only you got to hear. Instead, he simple chose to look out the window, not moving or reacting when you rubbed his arm gently.

Bakugou was struggling internally, you could see that ever since he’d been rescued from the league. His ego had been painfully bruised, along with his self esteem. It was heartbreaking to watch him be so frustrated with himself, they guy who once carried himself so proudly was picking himself apart to try and find the flaws that you knew weren’t there. He was perfect, going through a bit of a rough patch, but he was perfect nonetheless in your eyes. So when you all reached back to campus and made your way to your dorms, you followed him into his, hands interlocked. He didn’t say much, his demeanor still quiet. It was only when you’d made it inside did you speak up.

“Baby, don’t let today beat you down too much, it’s okay—”

“I’m fine, y/n.” He cut you off as he made his way to his bed, collapsing down and laying with his arms behind his head as he stared up.

“I can see you’re not,” you started gently. He didn’t move. Coming forward, you sat next to him, hand beginning to stroke through his hair. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. “Katsuki talk to me.”

“Y/n, I told you I’m fine. I don’t need to talk to you like you’re my damn therapist.”

“No, but you should talk to me like you’re my boyfriend. There’s been a lot on your mind, I just wanna help get somethings off your chest, you—” suddenly, he sat up, pushing your hand off of his head. Glaring at you harshly, his breathing was heavy.

“Y/n, I said I don’t fucking want to talk! What did you not get from that? Stop acting like you get what’s going on and stop being so damn clingy, I’m trying to sit in peace okay?” You stared at him shocked, retracting your hand away. Blinking back tears, you slowly nodded, shuffling off of his bed.

“Okay. I’m… I’m sorry Katsuki. See you later,” you said quietly before exiting his room and closing the door behind you.

You avoided him for the most part the next day, coming in right before class began so you wouldn’t have to interact much while waiting for Aizawa to come in. Though he didn’t make a move to come up to you himself, you could sense his stare burning holes into you, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

And he knew yesterday was a bit uncalled for, and he also knew he had to apologize, but he wasn’t counting on you avoiding him. His hand itched to reach for your wrist, to pull you out of the room and speak with you, but he waited a bit longer, seeing if you were just late this morning and weren’t actually avoiding him. But you didn’t instantly walk beside him during today’s class activities, and you didn’t sit with him during lunch, and after class, when everyone went back to the dorms, you didn’t follow him up to his room, opting to sit and lounge with the rest of your classmates.

His mood turned increasingly sour throughout the day, not happy with the way you interacted with everyone around except him. Finally giving in, he sighed deeply before pulling out his phone.

Hey, where are you? Come up to my room (read)

Y/n seriously come on (read)

You haven’t spoken to me all day (read)

He slammed his phone down, seething in his bed. Slowly, his head dropped into his hands as he thought back to yesterday.

Clingy.

He’d called you clingy. It was almost funny considering the idea of you sitting next to him and playing with his hair sounded really nice right now, but of course things just never went accordingly. They never seemed to anymore for him. You were probably having a grand time with everyone else, away from his company. Suddenly, the image of you sitting in between Midoriya and Todoroki, or even Kaminari, or Sero, or that bastard Mineta flashed through his head, as he imagined you laughing with your head thrown back at something they’d said.

And once again, he was grasping his phone, spamming you with texts to come up to him room right now, to answer your damn texts. Eventually, after minutes of blowing your phone up, his door slammed open, you looking at him in pure rage. He only glared back.

“What in the world is your issue Katsuki?”

“Gee I wonder, you dumbass. Maybe it’s that you haven’t spoken to me all day huh?”

“Well maybe I wanted to let my boyfriend have his precious space since I’ve been so clingy as of late.” He sighed, running a hand over his face.

“Okay, I’m sorry I said that. Now come over here you moron.” But you stood in your place, eyebrow raised at his failed attempt to fix yesterday’s events.

“I was enjoying time with our classmates. I don’t particularly feel like coming ‘here’ Katsuki.” He glared at you further.

“Y/n, you haven’t ‘enjoyed time’ with me at all today. Stop being so damn stubborn and just get in here.”

“I don’t want to spend time with you.” He freezes a bit, staring at you incredulously. Finally, he laughed bitterly, standing up.

“Oh yeah? You don’t? Why are you with me then huh? Since you don’t wanna spend time with your own damn boyfriend.” Rolling your eyes, you shut the door behind you, stepping closer.

“You’re the one who blew up yesterday for saying like one sentence to you! I was just trying to help you, but you decided to be an asshole, and now I’m giving you what you want! Make up your damn mind!” He tugged at his hair, breathing heavily.

“Okay! And I said I’m sorry, what else do you want?”

“You can’t just say a half assed “sorry” after you snap at me like that and expect everything to be okay! That’s not enough!” It was dead silent for a moment before he turned away from you, collapsing onto his bed, hunching over his knees and glaring at the ground.

“Yeah nothing seems to be enough these days. No matter what I do,” he muttered bitterly. Waving you towards the door, he looked to the side. “Go on, go have a good time with everyone else.” And just like that, as much as you hated to admit, you heart ached to run a hand through his hair and place a soft kiss on his forehead. So, walking up to him slowly, you gave in. His arms instantly came to your waist tightly, pulling you into an embrace, face pressing into your stomach.

“Katsuki, things are getting a bit rough on you, I get that, you’ve been through a lot. But you’re bottling it up and snapping at the worst times. You can at least talk to me you know.” His fingers tightened around your shirt.

“Yeah, I know,” he whispered. Sighing, you rubbed over his shoulder with your free hand.

“Babe, you know you’re still doing a wonderful job right? You’ll make an exceptional hero, but you gotta start working on your attitude a bit, look where it led you in your exam.” He grunted, finally pulling his head out of your stomach.

“They were just being babies I wasn’t even that bad.” Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes at him.

“Katsuki you’ll never change.” Finally letting a bit of his usual self slip through, he smirked at you.

“Is that really so bad?” Once again, your eyes rolled.

“It’s the worst.” He laughed, finally giving you a soft smile—one only you got to see every so often.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Good. So then you’ll spend time in here than with the dumb extras. So sit down.” He was utterly the most tiring boy you’d ever met, but still, you climbed into bed with him, laying in his arms as you faced him. Leaning up, you kissed his cheek. Once more, he smirked.

“I knew you’d cave, you’re dumbass can’t go one day without me.”

“I still have texts of you blowing up my phone desperately pleading for my company.” Glaring at you, he reached over and flicked your forehead.

“I didn’t plead, you’re just an idiot. I demanded. I never plead for anything.” Laughing, you buried yourself into his chest, breathing in his scent as you lay there with him.

✿ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

“Shoto, you haven’t said much all day, what’s wrong?” Sighing, he looked at you as you lay beside him, head resting on his arm.

“Nothing y/n, I’m fine.” You could tell something was indeed wrong. Your boyfriend was quiet, that was true, but Todoroki wasn’t normally as silent around you as he was right now, making you a bit concerned for the sudden change. The recent stress of juggling his studies and training and his extra classes to retry for his provisional license had left him a bit stressed, and today was not particularly his day.

After returning from today’s class with Bakugou, he was a bit on edge as you followed him up to his dorm, happily chatting about your afternoon and telling him stories of the encounters you’d had with the other students. Suddenly, your touch wasn’t as soothing, instead it was aggravating, and hearing you ramble wasn’t endearing, it was only making him more frustrated. All he wanted was to be left alone, to sit in peace as he caught a break from his now very hectic schedule.

“Sho, you’ve been much quieter than usual. Why’s that?” Once again, he sighed, this time slightly rolling his eyes. Pulling his arm from under you, he sat up.

“Y/n you haven’t left me alone all day today, is me being silent really that bad? I’m sure you’ve spent enough time with me today.” Looking at him confused, you sat up as well.

“We haven’t really spent a lot of time together recently. You’ve been super busy with your extra classes for your license so I thought today would be nice to spend together, we’re both free for the rest of the day.” Blinking at you, he spoke up after a moment, looking you dead in the eye.

“Y/n, you’re always really clingy. We’re in the same class, it’s not like we don’t see each other often.” Looking at him shocked, you felt your face heat up a bit in embarrassment. Feeling your heart sink, you thought back to your actions throughout the day. You didn’t think you’d been particularly clingy, not thinking that Todoroki may have needed space. Looking at your lap, you played with your fingers.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You could’ve just told me if you weren’t in the mood to hang out.”

“Well it’s not just now. There’s no need to always hold on to me in someway, I need space too okay?” He didn’t mean what he’d said in that last part, it didn’t hold any truth. He loved the affection you displayed, it gave him a sense of comfort he didn’t get quite often growing up, but the rising level of frustration from his stressful day had caused him to snap at you harsher than he should have. Flinching a bit at his tone, you nodded slowly.

“Okay, well uh… I’ll leave you alone then.” He nodded at you, watching as you gathered your belongings and left the room. You didn’t want to be a bother to him anymore, feeling guilty that you’d made him so uncomfortable through your affection. Deciding you’d try to be better about it so Todoroki wasn’t as irritated, the next few days consisted of much less interacting between the two of you. Though you missed his touch and the proximity that used to be between the two of you, you were at least satisfied that your boyfriend would be more comfortable.

Except he wasn’t. Todoroki Shoto was beyond unhappy, you hadn’t kissed him much at all in the last few days, you sat across from him at lunch instead of right beside him, you’d been interacting with everyone else more than him, and you hadn’t been speaking much, constantly glued to your phone during the few times you both were alone when he insisted he come up to your dorm.

He wanted you to pay more attention to him, but all you did was offer him small smiles and short answers to his attempts to spark a conversation. Feeling fed up, he crawled over to where you were sitting on your bed, sliding his way under your arms and in between your legs, laying his head on your chest. You stared down at him for a moment before continuing to scroll through your phone, your free hand sitting on the bed beside your legs instead of in his hair like usual. He was beginning to get increasingly upset.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Sho?” He hesitated for a moment.

“Are you okay?” He felt you nod.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why? Are you okay?” Shrugging he slumped further into you.

“Yeah, I guess.” You only hummed in response, before continuing to like pictures through your feed. After a few moments, he began to have doubts. Had you begun to realize he wasn’t what you wanted? Was this your subtle way of hinting you’d gotten bored of him? The weight of thinking you had slowly begun to fall out of love with him was crushing, he didn’t want to let go of the one person who made him feel safe and valued. Looking up at you, he asked you the question that was beginning to fill his mind up with dread.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” he said quietly.

“I love you too.” His heart sank. You didn’t kiss his forehead like you always did. Gripping your shirt tightly, he looked up.

“You promise?” Looking down at him, you began to frown, wondering where this was coming from. Finally, finally, you ran a hand through his hair, making him bury his head back into your chest.

“Yeah, I do promise. Where’s this coming from Sho?” Grabbing your other hand, he pulled it to lay on his back, giving you the signal to start rubbing it. Slowly, you did, waiting for his explanation.

“Why are you acting like this?” Looking at him confused, you tilted your head.

“Like what Shoto? What’s going on?” He looked up at you, eyes wide and sad.

“Like you don’t want me around.” Finally understanding, you cupped his cheeks, leaning in and giving him his long awaited kiss on the forehead.

“I was just giving you some more space, like you asked.” His face dropped even more before he buried it into your neck, laying fully on top of you.

“I’m sorry, I was just frustrated that day. I missed you the last few days.”

“Shoto, it’s okay, if I’m too overbearing for you sometimes you can tell me. I won’t coddle you as much.” He frowned at your words, guilt eating him up for making you feel like he didn’t enjoy your doting, and for saying something he didn’t mean solely because he’d been having a bad day. You always made him time for him and made him feel special, even on days he could tell you weren’t feeling the best. Slowly pulling his head out of your neck, he faced you, shaking his head.

“No, I’m sorry y/n, I really didn’t mean it. I just snapped, it was a rough day. I miss you being the way you were before, a lot. You’re not overbearing.” Feeling your heart swell a little, you scratched at his scalp gently, while your other hand ran over his back and shoulders.

“It’s okay Sho, I’m not mad. You can just tell me when you’re having a bad day and you want to be alone though, okay? I won’t mind if you need some time to yourself.” Nodding, he relaxed into you as you pulled a blanket over his form, kissing his forehead once more before finally paying more attention to him, softly telling him about your day.

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒

Takami Keigo’s tired.

Poor thing’s been worked to the bone, down to his very last feather. And this week had been a particularly nastier one in a while, the public had been swarming him more, the media was exceptionally focused on him as of recent, and the undercover work coupled with typical hero work was more grueling than usual. All he wanted to do was collapse in bed and sleep away the stress that had pent up, to ease the tenseness in his muscles, and to forget about the rough week he’d been having.

He flew into his window, after a long unforgiving day of duties, looking forward to some time to himself. Only as he stepped in, he was greeted with a sight that usually made his heart skip two beats, but today, it made his demeanor even grumpier. Seeing you in his kitchen cooking a meal usually made him feel a sense of completeness, a feeling he’d longed for as a child, the domesticity was something that filled the holes and stitched the tears his childhood had left behind.

But for some reason, today he wasn’t too thrilled to see you. You being here meant having to spend time and energy with you, energy that he really didn’t have today. Walking over, he glanced at you wearily as you beamed happily at your boyfriend.

“Hi Kei! I’ve been waiting for you to get home. Go wash up, dinner will be ready in a bit.” Sighing deeply, he took off his coat, gloves, and goggles, setting them on his counter before rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.

“Y/n are you serious right now? Look I love you, but this is a bit much don’t you think?” Tilting your head in confusion, you glanced at the food on the stove.

“Oh, do you not like this dish? That’s okay, we can order something, or I can make something else if you wanna wait—”

“Y/n, I don’t have the energy for this,” he grumbled. Eyebrows furrowing further, you racked your brain for what he could mean.

“What do you mean Kei? Are you not hungry?” He shook his head, looking at you through narrowed eyes.

“I’m exhausted. You know that. I can’t have date night with you right now, I just wanna take a nap,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. Frowning, you tried to explain.

“Oh no, we’re not hav—”

“Y/n, I don’t have the energy to spend time with you right now. What are you not understanding? Can’t you see I’m about to fall asleep where I’m standing?”

“Kei, I’m not—” he cut you off yet again.

“God y/n, why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re so god damn clingy all the time like get a life! I have other things to do,” he spat at you, venom lacing his tone. Recoiling, you stared at him astounded before feeling your eyes start to water. Clearing your throat, you awkwardly nodded, quickly turning off the stove and gathering your things to leave.

“S-sorry Keigo,” you whispered before making your way out your apartment. You wiped away tears as you made your way to your own apartment, hurt by your boyfriend’s outburst. You knew this week had been a rough one for him, and you also knew he was tired and grumpy when he came home. Hoping to make a nice meal for him so he could eat something homemade and finally rest like he deserved, he’d quickly thrown the idea out the window, ruining your attempts to care for him through his bad attitude. Sniffling, you frowned, deciding that if it was alone time he wanted, it was alone time he’d get.

Evidently, Takami Keigo did not handle the silent treatment very well. He also did not handle no longer being the center of your attention very well either, absolutely losing his mind two days into your resolve. The first day consisted of his usual good morning texts and updates from his work, not really noticing you weren’t responding to him until later. He really began to realize that you weren’t answering when his phone calls went to voicemail, getting restless that he hadn’t heard from you. But the last straw was when not only had you ignored his offer to come over to his apartment, but you also didn’t answer his knocks at your window when he flew to your place.

Eventually, he was able to follow you into your apartment after catching sight of you outside doing errands, refusing to leave you alone till you gave him the attention he craved. Except now, he wasn’t whiny and bratty anymore, now he was beginning to get hurt over your insistence to ignore him.

Trying to kiss you, Keigo frowned when you dodged his lips. He pouted at the lack of attention sent his way.

“Y/n, come on, why won’t you speak to me?” Silence. “Baby? We haven’t spoken at all in the last two days, I miss you!” More silence. His wings drooped along with his shoulders and his heart plummeted. “Y/n? Don’t… don’t you miss me?” Nothing. You didn’t say a word as you continued to make dinner, enough for one, Keigo noted. Gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, he looked at you heartbroken. “Y/n, what’s going on?” Looking at him with narrowed eyes, you tugged your wrist out of his grasp harshly, giving him a glare.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why are you being so god damn clingy?” Hurt flashed across his face.

“Wha—” oh. Now he remembered, you were upset over the not so nice words he’d snapped while he was exhausted.

“I came to your home trying to make you a meal so you could eat and relax, and you sat there, didn’t even let me explain, and called me clingy and told me to get a life. Well I got one, and clearly that’s not enough to make you happy either, so what do you want?” Looking at you sadly, he tried to grab your hands, face dropping when you didn’t allow him to.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude, I was just really tired. I didn’t really think before speaking.” Still not happy with him, you continued to make dinner, not paying him any mind. He stood behind you for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist despite your protests, burying his head into your neck. “I’m sorry y/n, really. I don’t appreciate you enough, you always take care of me. No one’s ever done that before. You’re not clingy, I’m losing my mind over two days without you. Please don’t be mad?” Sighing, you rolled your eyes at yourself for how fast you gave into him. Turning, you held your arms for him to fall into, his head drooping to your shoulder. Clutching you tightly, he relaxed when your fingers carded through his blonde locks.

“You were exceptionally mean to me you know,” you whispered. He nodded, hugging you tighter.

“I know. I love you though,” he offered. Chuckling, you kissed the side of his head.

“I love you too.”

“Enough to make me dinner?”

“Maybe not that much.” He looked up at you, pouting. Laughing, you pecked his jutted lips before conceding. “Okay fine.” He beamed, returning to his previous position of hugging you from behind as you made dinner for the two of you.

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