#phases asks ᝰ

[issysh3ll]

how did Matt first start tracking reader's cycle in Phases?

Ooo good question!

Matt has noticed a change in you lately, but he's not sure what it could be. Originally, he thought he'd done something wrong. Last week you were so snappy and short with him, you said no to everything he suggested and he didn't see your smile even once.

But this week is different again. Now it's less like you're mad and more like you're exhausted. The bags under your eyes are huge and moving seems to be too hard for you. He watches as your phone lights up and you glance at it briefly before diving into your bag and retrieving something and then excusing yourself to the bathroom.

As soon as you’re gone, curiosity wins over and Matt reaches for your bag. Pulling the zip open he finds a collection of small blue and pink plastic wrapped items. He fishes one out and tears the plastic open, a faint blush rising to his cheeks as he realises what he's holding. A tampon.

Suddenly he feels stupid. He should have connected the dots, the mood swings and tiredness make more sense now. He knows you're struggling, but he doesn't know how to help. Whipping out his own phone a quick google search tells him a heat pack and chocolate are the best solutions.

The answer he found is quickly covered by an ad for an app. The pink logo flashes on the screen followed by some words that intrigue him.

Want to understand your partner's cycle? Learn how to help your partner during their period!

Yes. Yes he does want to know these things. Matt clicks on the ad and downloads the app. While he's waiting for it to load he heads to the kitchen, wanting to test the chocolate and heat pack idea he found.

When you return from the toilet, Matt hands you a block of chocolate without saying anything. The smile that lights your face tell him he's done the right thing and he quickly follows it up by tucking the warm heat pad he fetched onto your stomach.

Later that day, Matt reads through the instructions given by his new app and marks today as the first day of your period. Immediately suggestions pop up on the screen of ways he can help to reduce your cramps and help your body. He makes a mental note to try them all out tomorrow.

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[crushmeeren]

ᝰ KATSUKI’S NSFW ALPHABET .ᐟ

̽ ⋆ ﹒♡﹒ GOD…. The epilogue is KILLIN ME!!!!! I had to write the brain rot out of my brain.

‣ ‣ cw ; spanking, choking, lil’ bit of degradation — vanilla otherwise.

master list ‣ ‣ @i-the-fluffo

ᝰ A ‣ ‣ AFTERCARE { ༝༝ what’s katsuki like after sex? ༝༝ }

Often, sex ends with you becoming dead to the world, falling asleep in record time because Katsuki’s fucked out all your stress. Fortunately, or somewhat unfortunately for you, Katsuki is unable to leave things unclean. He downright refuses to relax.

So even when you’ve started to doze off, harsh panting turning steady and mellow, Katsuki runs his fingers through your hair, presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and demands you “get the hell up pillow princess, we aren’t sleepin’ in this fuckin’ mess.”

On the rare occasion he’s able to convince you to join him in the shower, he’ll ask if you want him to wash your hair. Sometimes, if you aren’t itching to be back in bed, you’ll say yes.

Katsuki also has a habit of positioning you so the spray of hot water will hit your back. Strong arms will wind around your shoulders, hugging you close to his chest, and every inch of you will keep warm.

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ᝰ B ‣ ‣ BODY PART { ༝༝ katsuki’s favorite ༝༝ }

I can’t seem to shake the idea that Katsuki is an ass man.

He finds reasons for his hands to be on your ass no matter what. Cooking? He’s behind you, grabbing a handful and squeezing. At the gym? He’s spotting you while you do squats, smacking you every time you finish a set. When you have to get up from the couch after the fourth episode you’ve binged because you need to pee? Yeah, he’s there too. “Helping” you by shoving a hand up the back of your shorts to palm the curve of your ass and lever you up.

Don’t even get me started about the hand prints he leaves during sex.

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ᝰ C ‣ ‣ CUM { ༝༝ where katsuki likes to cum ༝༝ }

Katsuki loves when the tight heat of your pussy locks onto his cock and refuses to free him, sucking him in like it’s begging to be stuffed full. It destroys his determination to pull out every time.

If he’s not burying himself inside you, he’s keeping a steady pace until his balls draw up tight, until his stomach clenches in warning, before he slips free, pumping his cock and covering your ass with glossy threads.

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ᝰ E ‣ ‣ EXPERIENCE { ༝༝ how much does katsuki have? ༝༝ }

Katsuki’s dipped his toe into the water a few times, so to speak. No, he’s not one to sleep around, but you met him in his mid to late twenties. He’s had time to venture out and explore, as most people in that phase of their life do.

How else do you think he got toe curling pussy eating skills?

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ᝰ F ‣ ‣ FAVORITE POSITION { ༝༝ katsuki’s favorite ༝༝ }

Katsuki’s under a spell fucking you from behind. The first snap of his hips jiggles your ass and it leaves him slackjawed, fingers digging into your squishy hips to use as leverage while he yanks you back to meet each heavy thrust thereafter.

The curve of your spine, the clench of the muscles in your upper back, and the fact that the side profile of your fucked out expression is on display when it’s not shoved into the sheets all fill him with pride. It soothes the hidden primal urge in his brain.

To Katsuki, it’s a victory high when he pushes all the right buttons to shred your voice and shake your thighs while your ass is in the air.

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ᝰ H ‣ ‣ HAIR { ༝༝ does katsuki shave or care? ༝༝ }

Katsuki does shave. Not bald, because it’s odd to him when there’s no hair. A small nestle of blonde curls is all that remains above the base of his cock. Sometimes, when you sneak your hand past the waistband of his briefs, and your fingers tease through the coarse hair, his brain starts to buzz.

In the case of whether or not he cares if you shave, his opinion can be summarized down to this — he does not give a single shit. He cares more that you do what’s comfortable for you rather than what you think he wants.

Whether your pussy looks like a hairless cat or a lions mane, you’ll scream his name.

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ᝰ I ‣ ‣ INTIMACY { ༝༝ is katsuki romantic? ༝༝ }

Sometimes.

There are times when you need Katsuki to fuck you silly. To push into you so hard it bruises your hips, hands braced on the wall above your head to keep yourself from a concussion.

Other times, his fingers will search for yours and tangle together, ending with them pinned to the mattress. Katsuki’s face will bury itself into your throat, warm breath fanning your neck until it’s damp as his hips flex with the effort of making love to you. The tip of his cock slides across your g-spot and your back arches, tits pressing into his chest. Katsuki’s moan splinters, and he’ll chant “I love you, love you so fuckin’ much,” until your knuckles turn white.

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ᝰ J ‣ ‣ JERKING OFF { ༝༝ does katsuki jerk off? ༝༝ }

Once, maybe twice a week, in the shower, he’ll curl his fingers around his cock. You’re the star of his show, whether you’re there in reality or not.

Eyes closed, Katsuki will brace a hand on the wall and remember the time you jerked him off in the shower. The memory of hot water on his chest, your soapy tits pressed against his back, and how he met each drag of your hand with a roll of his hips. It’s one of his favorites.

Usually he tries to avoid a mess, so he doesn’t touch himself in bed often. But when he does, he stares at the collection of filthy pictures you’ve sent him. Maybe a video of you sucking his cock, if you felt generous enough to allow him to record one.

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ᝰ K ‣ ‣ KINK { ༝༝ katsuki’s kinks ༝༝ }

Spanking you, admiring your skin as it swells and burns hot to the touch, always sends heat sinking through Katsuki’s belly and straight to his cock. He wouldn’t do it if you didn’t squirm and cry out, pressing your ass into him to silently ask for more.

Along with spanking, Katsuki will flatten you to the mattress, haul a leg over his shoulder, and latch his fingers around your throat. The feel of your pussy fluttering, reacting as soon as he restricts your air flow, shoots adrenaline down his spine.

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ᝰ L ‣ ‣ LOCATION { ༝༝ where katsuki likes to fuck ༝༝ }

Your bed is preferred. It’s big, comfortable, affording you the privacy Katsuki demands. He’d chew off his own arm before another person witnesses you unravel for him.

Other than that, he leaves the decision to you. As long as there’s some sort of solitude, and it’s not icky, Katsuki’s more or less fine with it.

You’ll get an earful if he isn’t.

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ᝰ O ‣ ‣ ORAL { ༝༝ katsuki’s thoughts on oral ༝༝ }

Straddling his face, so slick that he laps at your pussy like an ice cream cone, tongue sliding over your tender clit again and again — that’s what curls pleasure low in Katsuki’s pelvis. Giving him the surreal sensation that he could cum from the slightest brush of his fingers.

When it’s reversed, and you’re the one with the aching jaw and swollen lips, Katsuki’s calloused palm will cup your jaw, thumb running along the bone underneath your eye, and his hips will thrust slowly to meet the fluid motion of your bobbing head. Eventually, Katsuki’s patience will run out, and you’ll be in his lap before he cums.

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ᝰ Q ‣ ‣ QUICKIES { ༝༝ katsuki and quickies ༝༝ }

Katsuki prefers savoring the moment, so quickies aren’t his favorite. He will though, if you’re both pent up and it’s all the time you have.

It’s not a quickie by definition, but Katsuki enjoys waking you up in the middle of the night, squeezing between your legs and slipping his dick into your sleep soft body to seal you as one. Clinging to him with heavy limbs, moaning in his ear about how good he feels, he brings you both over the edge in no time.

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ᝰ S ‣ ‣ STAMINA { ༝༝ what’s katsuki’s stamina like? ༝༝ }

Katsuki’s ego would bruise if his stamina was anything less than stellar. To be fair, he’s trained long days and even longer nights to achieve it. Repeatedly working himself to the bone for even an ounce of progress.

But, you make him weak. Katsuki’s man enough to admit there are times when his pleasure wells up so hot, so fast, that the iron grip on his control slips. He can’t help but suck in a sharp breath between his teeth, snap his hips forward and finish inside you.

The saving grace is that he can go multiple rounds without begging for too much of his stamina.

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ᝰ T ‣ ‣ TEASE { ༝༝ does katsuki like to tease you? ༝༝ }

Teasing you until you’re flustered, until your expression is cracked with pleasure, it’s an achievement in Katsuki’s mind. In between the slick rejoining of your hips, when he can catch his breath, he’ll open his mouth and mutter with a rich, low tone “So fuckin’ needy for my cock, yeah? Can’t even go a day without it, you spoiled rotten princess.”

You love to hear Katsuki belongs to you, only you, and he uses that to his advantage to turn you to mush. When he eats you out, he moans, pulling back to stare at you with heavy lidded eyes, teasing you with “You love that I’m a fuckin’ slut for your pussy, don’t you?” The words sink into your skin, a flash of heat slicing through your belly, and the nod of your head is jerky. A few more swipes of his tongue and you’re cumming.

[navydoves]

Have you ever heard of the Omegaverse?

✎ᝰ summary: you wanted to try something new with sylus to spice up your intimacy. something quite strange.

✎ᝰ cw: fake omegaverse, explicit but no actual sex, mentions of breeding, scent/pheromone kink, perfume addict, dirty talk but it’s not mean, needy sylus, you get the idea, no Y/N, it’s all lowercase bro

✎ᝰ a/n: not sure where this came from. i proof read AFTER i published this and then realized i forgot a whole chunk so shoot me. anyway, enjoy.

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it wasn’t like sylus couldn’t sexually please you. it was, quite in fact, the exact opposite. it didn’t matter if it was with his fingers, his mouth, or his thick, veiny cock that was most definitely imprinted deep within your pussy at this point from just how many times he’s had you face down in his bed—it didn’t matter how, but sylus managed to pleasure you intensely, lovingly, passionately every single time.

to say you were blessed was an understatement. he was your god given man, top to bottom, perfection crafted by the gods themselves you would think. patient, kind, loving, dominant, wealthy, all the traits someone could ask for in a partner. but sometimes… you wanted to push the boundaries of your relationship just to see how “nonjudgmental” and capable sylus was willing to be for you.

your history with fiction was lengthy. always having your nose in books from a young age, reading about magic treehouses and mouses with cookies. fiction wasn’t juvenile, it was freedom, it was creative, it was part of you. but as you grew up and left phases behind, you also gained responsibilities by the year. that passion was driven elsewhere. being a hunter required time, energy, and dedication, all things you put in to get to the rank you are today.

yet, your love for fiction never really left. maybe put on pause, but getting lost in stories was a feeling you missed. now more settled down in your life, with a boyfriend and stable job, you felt the urge to relive the fixations of your childhood.

one thing led to another and instead of opting for the local library to check out some books or maybe dusting off your shelves to find other forgotten ones, you find yourself online, preferring the “e-reading” experience instead.

bad choice? nah.

while sylus was out on “commerce negotiations” (what he half-heartedly described it to you as, so as spare you the details of potential bloodshed), you lounged in one his many common rooms within his large estate, almost bored of how you couldn't find eye-catching stories to read or even skim through.

your short-attention span was just about to reprimand you for spending so much time on a task that proved to be fruitless, until, that was, your eyes grazed over a certain, unfamiliar category. "omegaverse?" you mumbled to yourself before curiously tapping on the highlighted word. the screen of your phone loaded in several different comics and stories with titles and thumbnails that were dowsed in eroticism and innuendos. you've never really strayed away from mature, sexual themes but it also never really was the main focus of the stories you read-unlike what this "omegaverse" proved itself to be. it only took one click to really interest you, and before you knew, you were down a rabbit-hole of this alternate universe that was all about primality and mates. it was about humans, sure, but with more of a… cardinal touch to it. needless to say, it aroused you. even if you felt weird about it and were in slight denial that something so… bizarre could do this to you, you couldn't help it. especially when your thoughts drifted off and imagined sylus and you in a lot of these scenarios; scenting, marking, breeding. sure, you could do and have done these things with him to an extent, but it wasn't exactly the same.

your thoughts and sensations were interrupted by a familiar voice down the hall of the common room you were in. you swiped out of the tab you were on and put down your phone to greet sylus.

"sy, you're back. negotiations go well?" you asked with a gentle smile on your cheek whiling pushing yourself off the couch to go properly welcome him. he stood tall by the wall, leather jacket still on and hugging his form along with matching and equally as tight leather pants. his earthy, steel scent spilled into your nostrils and comforted you as you embraced him gently.

"'course it went well, when doesn't it?" he replied with a slight smirk to his lips and a lilt of smugness in his voice. he was right, you can't name one instance where his deals and bids didn't go his way. it was a true tell of his power in the N109, and something about his dominance in the field made you internally giggle. he wrapped a firm arm around your waist and kissed your forehead tenderly before pulling back. "don't tell me you were all worried about me? my little lady should know i'll always return home safe."

you chuckle slightly and remove your arms from his form. "nah, wasn't really worried, in fact i was more bored than anything else." sylus raised a brow.

"bored? i leave you my entire estate with rooms upon rooms to entertain yourself in and you're bored?" he teased just slightly. "what a needy kitten you are. i'll tell luke and kieran we'll build a few more game rooms if that'll keep you entertained." you knew sylus was more-so joking, but if you truly did ask for it, he'd build you a village.

you watch him move off the wall and slide off his leather jacket to put on one of the chairs that was tucked into the dining room table. he pulls the chair back and sits on it, elbow on the table and propping up his head on his palm. his legs manspread in fashion, his posture at ease, and his demeanor rather playful in the moment.

"i don't... really do much, not unless i have hunter work to do. which... i try not to bring to our quality time. i try to relax here, yknow?" you respond, embarrassed heat now burning at certain parts of your skin from just looking at sylus.

a low, throaty chuckle comes from sylus. he nods his head at your words and reaches out to take your wrist into his soft palms. it amazed you how nice the skin there was despite all of his dirty work.

"i know, love. you don't have to explain yourself to me. im glad you're resting up." he smiled and leaned in slightly to kiss and nibble at the crevice of your neck affectionately. "how was your reading?"

you tensed up slightly at his question and swallow. it wasn't exactly a lie that it went... nicely, after all, now you have a greater depth of internet niches and sex scenarios to think about, but you didn't want to just give him a rushed blanket statement and move on. no you wanted... more.

sensing your hesitation and slight tension in your body, sylus pulled back from your neck and looked up at you with a wondering expression. he tilted his head, making your heart flutter a little bit.

"you okay?" he asked in a murmur. he nudged his nose underneath your chin and brought a hand up to your hip to squeeze you from over your clothes. "do you need me, love?"

a shudder runs down your spine at yet another one of his questions. you knew what he meant. he took your flushed state as one of need, one of desire, and he wasn't entirely wrong... he just had the wrong context.

"err... sylus," you whispered while tilting your head down fully toward him and cupping his face, "you love me, right?"

"with every fiber of my being, yes."

"and you'd anything for me, right?"

"yes," he raised a brow, "how much do you want?"

"no this isn't about money,"

"then what is it, darling?"

you hesitated on your next words. like stated before, it wasn't like sylus couldn't sexually please you, you just wanted to try something…new.

"have you ever heard of the omegaverse?"

sylus's brows furrowed in confusion and then in ponder.

"no, i don't think i have. what is it? the name of an organization or something?"

you almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but you refrain. a small, silly grin grows on your lips as you shake your head.

"no it's a... genre, i think. i really don't know how to explain it to you but it's something i want to try between us. i can kinda... show it to you, if you'd like." you reach for your phone in your pocket and click on the few tabs of explanations you searched up for yourself in attempts to better understand this weird internet niche. sylus looked between you and the phone before fully immersing himself to the words on the screen. now, you were no longer flushing from nervousness or arousal, but from pure and utter embarrassment.

the feeling only grew once sylus fully took your phone from your hands and began reading more intently. he tapped at a few god-knows-what things and after a few very long, heavy minutes, he finally looks up at you. you tense again, posture rigid and skin hot. he smirked.

"i'm guessing i'm the alpha?"

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your breath was heavy and coming out sporadically due to the full force of sylus's body weight atop of you. all 260 pounds (117.9 kg) of his body pressed into you and squished you into the mattress, sandwiching you between two forces. all 6'1 (186 cm) of his form towering over your shorter, smaller frame and taking advantage of your limited movement.

sylus's nose buried into your nape where your skin and hair strands met, making for the perfect concoction of your feminine musk. he let out a low groan and pressed his hips into yours as arousal built in his body purely from just your scent.

"my pretty," he purred against you, "you know better than to walk around smelling so nice when im nearing my rut, don't you?"

you whine softly in response. you couldn't believe how easy it was to convince sylus to do this, and you especially couldn't believe how good he was at playing the part. he chuckles, it's a genuine sound from him. he was, in fact, enjoying this.

"yknow it's only your scent that gets me going like this, love. can't stand the scent of other omegas, fucking repulses me. mmm," he presses into you again, "but when i come hooome, and i can smell yooou in the air, im reminded how lucky i am. reminded how perfect my sweet girl is.” sylus moves a hand to your face and tilts your head to face him better. his fingers gently dig into your cheeks, squishing them in an almost affectionate manner. "im all yours, you've got me hooked. im so... addicted to you."

you let out a small whimper but nod in agreement. he is all yours, thankfully so. words have failed you for the past several minutes due to the sheer amount of arousal coursing through your body, and only small noises were what you were reduced to. clothes weren't even off, lights hadn't been dimmed, yet sylus was able to fully and utterly make you putty, and you both loved it.

he loved seeing you this way, submissive and needy for him. while he let you have your fun in the past, here and there, at the end of the day it was always him taking control and guiding you once he had enough. and now, playing respective roles where you were an absolute submissive to him and he was an absolute dominant to you, made him prosper.

"mm, should i take your vow of silence as your way of telling me you like this side of me?" he chuckles lowly. you mewl softly in response. "atta girl. i knew since the time you snuck into my room to get off to my pheromones that you were a little filthy. i didn't know just how filthy you were, though."

sylus's fingers let go of your cheek and moved down to your shoulders to press you back down fully against the mattress. his weight was so deliciously suffocating you and you felt like you could get high on the pressure alone.

"now that i've got you where i want you," he began, a hand snaking between your front and the mattress and sliding down slowly to your pelvis, "i'll tell you exactly what i want to do with you. do you wanna hear?" you nod in response but it earns a disapproving frown from sylus. "use your words, angel."

"y-yes, tell me what you want to do to me," you groan out with need right before you close your eyes shut. sylus lets out an approving rumble and continues to move his hand down your pelvis until it was right under your bellybutton. he leaned into your ear and bit the skin of it gently which sent intense arousal shocks to right in-between your legs.

"im gonna breed you," he mumbled, "god im gonna breed you so good, so much, that there's no doubt you're pregnant with my children." you moaned softly at his words. while deep down, you knew that children weren't a thing you and sylus were looking for right now, the idea of him creamping you over and over again in hopes of impregnating you was incredibly erotic.

sylus laughed at your obvious infatuation with the idea and pressed his hand deeper against your pelvis. "mm, right here, our kids will grow. your womb will know my knot so well that it'll happily take my children. isn't that right? my pretty little omega, my pretty little wife."

without waiting for an answer, sylus flips you over onto your back and looks over your form appreciatively. baggy clothes and sweaters would never stop him from enjoying you, in fact, he loved imagining your pretty body underneath those layers. he dips his head down to your chest and nuzzles his head against the bump of your breasts, a low purr coming out of him again.

your hands instinctively go into sylus's hair and scratch his scalp tenderly as he moves his head lower and lower down your body. you felt an unfamiliar sense trepidation simmering within you but it only worked toward arousing you even further. something about the uncharted territory of this roleplay, of sylus made you nervous but deliciously so. you didn't know what to expect from him and you loved it.

"mmm, fucking delicious," sylus murmured as he took in the aroma of your clothes, imprinted with the various body sprays and perfumes he's bought you over the months. nothing ever enters your cabinets until careful deliberation on what suits you the best is done, and even then, he insists on customized, personally made scents just for you so that no one else but his love can smell like this. his cock twitched in his pants at just the mere thought that you smelled like his money, his gifts, his love. and in this case, his omega.

"s-sylus..." you whimper while arching your hips up to his hands that were now slowly moving your baggy shirt up to your waist. his hands were so warm, gentle, but so, so insistent. without response he dove his head into your stomach and sniffed, low rumbles of appreciation vibrating your body. he smiles against your skin and glances up at you.

"you smell so fertile, love," sylus groans softly, "your pheromones... i guess my rut is coming sooner than i thought. i can feel it... agh... im lightheaded...". you look down at him cup his face tentatively, worry spread across your face.

"are you alright?" you ask nervously. sylus lets out a shaky exhale that glides up your wrist. he grabs the back of your hand with his, closes his eyes, and tilts his head to the side to press a delicate kiss to your palm. it takes a few heart-pounding, stomach churning moments for him to respond, and each second felt like you were getting a new adrenaline rush. he looks back at you, eyes now intense and half lidded, shiner than usual in a way the pierced right through you.

"you have a minute to run," he mumbles. a simple, straightforward statement that made your mouth go dry. you stare blankly at him for a moment before getting up from the edge of the bed and looking around, hoping that something here had an answer for the absurdity of the situation. sylus glanced at the nightstand where a few of your perfumes sat there in their gorgeous, shimmering bottles. he stood and picked up one haphazardly and then handed it to you. "douse yourself in it and run."

you look down at the beautiful violet coloured bottle, elegance in a glass, and hesitate. it was an extremely expensive perfume and to... douse yourself in it like it was some moderately cheap, beauty supply store spray was frankly crazy. but in this moment, you weren't sure what it was, but everything was telling you to listen to sylus.

you shake the bottle gently and threw caution to the wind with the sprays. up and down your body in close proximity, you sprayed the scent to make sure it stuck onto you and you didn’t stop until that the word douse would be imprinted onto your skin. when you finished with milking the nozzle dry for what it was worth (literally), you carefully put the bottle down back on the stand and glance over to sylus.

"sixty."

sixty?

"fifty-nine."

fuck.

you rush out of the bedroom and down the corridor to one of the common rooms in the estate. the fact that this manor was particularly huge helped your escape tremendously. your legs took you farther and farther away from the wing sylus was on with each passing second. you weren't exactly sure where to go or if you should hide, but you had a feeling you should.

you found a hiding spot in a mostly unused storage closet one floor above where sylus was at. you weren't exactly sure what number he was on or if maybe he was already looking for you and you were too busy scrambling to hear him, but you had a spot now.

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"one... zero," sylus hums. a small smile grows on his lips as he steps forward and out the bedroom he waited in. he did intentionally count slower than usual, just to give his pretty little lady some fighting chance, but he knew it was already over the minute you asked to do this roleplay.

he stepped into the hall casually and took long strides with confidence. the prominent boner in his pants stuck out terribly and made a show of itself with each movement of his hips. where was his precious omega? maybe behind this door? or that underneath that ottoman? or on that balcony?

no.

he knew where you were, or at least, he could take a very good guess. the perfume you doused left a prominent scent trail wherever you clambered around to, and that was his guiding phermone to finding you. although, lucky for you, it was also a disadvantage. each strong whiff of you to his sensitive nose made him groan softly and palm at his aching cock. he was so frustratingly erect that it felt like his groin was going to pop out of his pants anytime soon.

"mngh... darling..." he called out mockingly, "if only you could see the mess you've made of me right now. it's almost maddening, yknow?" he staggered down another hall and has to bite back a loud moan as he smells you everywhere. you were erratic in this hall in particular, he guesses, not that it's anything to complain about. it only got him readier for you.

"you're making this... so difficult for me. i wonder... how wet you are right now, just waiting for me to pound into your eager pussy." he stalked the hall for longer before stopping at the end of it. his back presses against the wall with a groan as he imagines you wrapping around his twitching cock and massaging him slowly, lovingly, with your warm walls. he reached down and into his pants to stroke himself for some type of relief but he refused to cum unless he was inside you.

after a few more minutes of stumbling around halls and rooms, groaning both in frustration and desire, sylus eyed a particular door in the middle of a hall on the opposite wing of his estate, a floor up. he can almost feel you throbbing behind there, maybe even taste the sweat and arousal on your skin. he smirked before moving toward the door and stopping right outside of it. he didn't open it, or knock, or even say a word, he just stood there, breathing.

you, of course, were behind that door, shivering in pure ecstasy and need. you heard his voice echo from halls down and it was exhilarating how he stalked you just by your scent. god this was so much better than what you had initially imagined when mentioning the roleplay. now, sylus was only a few feet away from you, intimidating you from just right outside the storage closet door.

you tried not to make a noise but pleasure just kept shooting down and in between your legs every time you thought about what would happen once he got his hands on you.

"won't you help your alpha?" sylus purred while eyeing down the door. "i've been such a good boy, yeah? giving you time to hide, taking the time to look for you, even waiting for you outside this closet. besides... you're the one who caused my rut."

he flashed a toothy grin that you couldn't see. he was enjoying this more than he thought he would, even if he was aching in every part of his body for you. he reached down into his leather pants again and a few moments later you could hear wet, squelching sounds coming from the opposite side of the door. the sounds made you squeeze your thighs together and tilt your head back. god, he was getting off and teasing you with the promise of his cock and he was reveling in that fact too.

"ngh... fu... god. im so hard, love. im swollen with all the fucking need in the world and i..." he grips the door with his free hand and grits his teeth. "i need you so bad. where else am i gonna put this cock, huh? no other omega fucking deserves it. its you who i want to impregnate."

you couldn’t take it anymore. you reached down your own soft felt leggings and began rubbing yourself over your absolutely drenched panties. you needed relief so bad, the past hour had just been you soaking yourself in arousal without any true stimulation, it was so close to driving you insane. and, especially now with sylus a breath away and teasing with the sounds of his cock like an animal, you were sure you were actually experiencing insanity.

you could hear sylus pump himself faster and the low growls that came in succession with it. he sounded like he was going insane too, actually.

“‘m gonna cum all over this door if you don’t come out and see me, love, and i don’t want to do that.” sylus’s teased. his grip on the knob became tighter making the veins of his hand become more prominent. you could hear the clacks of the brass of the doorknob move around, he truly was holding back.

you shouldn’t have kept quiet, that was the mistake you realized when the door came flying open and hit the wall beside it. you stared up at sylus from where you where sat on the floor, hand down your pants and eyes wide from exhilaration and a little bit of fear.

your eyes flit down to his very exposed cock that arched up to his abdomen and painted his shirt with pre-cum. it throbbed there and bobbed gently, back and forth, on its own. you could feel your mouth salivate at the creaminess, the thickness, the curve of his angry, needy, swole cock.

he looked at you with slight surprise in his eyes for a moment before smiling, eyes squinting with amusement.

“found you,” he breathed out.

before you could make a run for it sylus quickly bent down and grabbed onto your hips. you yelped in surprise but you didn’t move away from his (almost) bruising grasp on you. instead, you submitted to his touch almost immediately and from the low growl that came from his throat, you could tell he very obviously liked that.

he moved his hands down your legs, teasing the inner corners of your thighs before gripping both your ankles with one, strong hand. he flipped you onto your front and laughed at just how pliant you were being with him.

“you’re coming with me, darling,” he purred. he stood to full height and dragged you out the storage closet and into the hall, his steps slow and methodical. the rough bumps of carpet ground against you through your clothes and gave you a nice, scratchy feel on your nipples. the storage closet inched further and further away from you with each step sylus took toward down the hall.

you felt dizzy with desire, he’s never manhandled you like this before and you sure as hell weren’t complaining that he was starting now. and god, he must’ve doused himself in his cologne too because all you could smell—instead of carpet dust—was his intoxicating scent. his pheromones. it was a manly musk that resonated with oak and cherries, and, despite that scent always bringing a sense of comfort to you, it now brought you a heady sense of mind numbing horniness.

you felt yourself go non-verbal again from the sheer anticipation within you, now only whimpers escaping your tight lips. there was an aching emptiness between your legs that you knew could only be satiated by the hilt of sylus’s cock breeding you over and over again.

when another low laugh rumbles in his chest, you glance behind with trepidation in your eyes and found him already looking over and down at you. he gritted his teeth in a large smile.

“it’s time i actually start taking this roleplay seriously.”

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a/n: first fic on here but i feel like im a bad fiction writer so idk how this is gonna play out. i also dk how tumblr works since im more of a reader on here but again… we’ll see how this goes. also im an xavier main. just had to mention that here cause i love him sm

[cloudedcurses]

can i req an angsty smau? if you dont wanna write this, its totally okay bby <3

idea - jjk men asking for a break in relationship, because maybe or not (they have found someone else). so they just want a break with us. and obviously they want to get want to get back with us but during break we think its better for us to break up cause, what if they actually found someone like this in future.

"I Know I'm Not The Only One"

⥽ an: My first request in two years! Thank you so much nonnie. It's been a long time, and I'm glad you're breaking me from my cupcake phase into the pain. I kinda expanded on a bit. I also couldn’t do Nanami, he’s too traditional to be a cheater😭…Hope you like it ᡣ𐭩

⥽ breaking up

⥽ incls: S.Gojo, S. Geto, T. Fushigiro, R. Sukuna ᡣ𐭩.

ᝰ incls cursing, heartbreak.

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[monicfever]

the weight of watching. 𝜗𝜚 matt murdock.

something bitter coils in his chest, tightening with every glance she gives to someone else.

dedicated to s ♡

cw ᝰ .ᐟ fem!reader (she/her) ,, jealous!matt ,, established relationship ,, drinking/partying

matt murdock doesn’t belong in the corner.

not tonight. but here he is, leaning against the brick wall of some too-loud apartment, fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling lazily in the low light. the music pulses through him, familiar but not quite the same as it was years ago — too loud, too fast. too many people, too many bodies swarming around like they're all chasing something they can't catch.

he’s different now. older. quieter. a little more broken. but the party still calls to him in the same way it always has — that same reckless energy, that need to get lost for just a little while. his days of binge-drinking and endless nights of dancing on tables feel like they belong to someone else. someone he used to be, but no longer is.

he’s dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt that’s too tight around the chest, but it’s the kind of outfit that speaks to a version of himself he doesn’t like to think about — the version that used to have an easy smile, a quick laugh, a reputation for showing up at every party, every weekend, and leaving with nothing but a few phone numbers he’d forget by morning.

he used to like the noise. the lights. the smell of cheap cologne and the stench of spilled beer. he used to like it because it made him feel alive in a way nothing else could. it doesn’t pull him in like it once did. now, it’s just background noise, like everything else in his life. a blur.

there’s something about the way the room feels tonight — almost suffocating, but in a way he can’t quite place. the air is thick with bodies pressed close together, their voices rising and falling in laughter, shouts, and the deep thrum of a bass that seems to get under his skin. he can feel it in his chest, the vibrations rattling his ribs, the music turning everything into a dull pulse that doesn’t even make him want to move anymore. it used to.

it feels like he’s watching them from behind glass. he’s here because she asked him to be, because it’s her friends' party, and that’s what you do when you’re with someone — show up when they need you to, even if it’s not what you want. maybe at one point he’d thought this was what life was supposed to be. these loud, carefree nights spent in the company of people who barely know each other but act like they do.

now, standing at the edge of the crowd, he feels... apart. disconnected. he’s not sure if it’s because he’s tired of pretending, or if it’s the way the alcohol mingles in the air, or maybe it’s the way the smiles here feel a little too rehearsed, like everyone’s trying too hard to convince themselves that they belong. he’s lost in a sea of people whose names he doesn’t know, whose conversations bounce off his ears without ever landing. someone clinks a glass near him, their laughter a sharp burst of sound that cuts through the room, but it doesn’t mean anything. it doesn’t even feel like it belongs here, in this space. the walls are decorated with string lights that flicker in and out, the dim yellow glow only serving to make the air feel heavier. it’s supposed to be fun, he guesses. everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves, losing themselves in the moment. but all he feels is this strange sense of dissonance, like something’s off-key.

his girlfriend is somewhere in the house. he can hear her laugh — light, easy, the way she always does, as if she’s still in the honeymoon phase of a friendship he’ll never understand. the way she’s laughing with her friends, the way she belongs in this moment while he’s standing still, unmoving. he’s not sure if he’s jealous of how effortless it is for her to be here, or if he’s just exhausted from trying to make it fit.

the music shifts into something older — a throwback track meant to pull out nostalgia and glittered memories from college parties and summer road trips. it works. the room seems to glow with recognition, people singing along like they’ve all agreed to pretend they’re seventeen again. someone knocks over a red solo cup nearby, and the splash of beer spreads like a dark stain across the hardwood, but no one notices. no one cares. it’s that kind of night.

the kitchen is brighter than the rest of the apartment — too bright, honestly. overhead fluorescents humming, reflecting off the slick marble counter that’s cluttered with mismatched liquor bottles and half-cut limes that have dried out around the edges. someone’s spilled something sticky near the sink, and it clings to matt’s shoes as he shifts his weight, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed, half-listening to a conversation that doesn’t involve him.

she’s maybe ten feet away, standing near the fridge with a drink in her hand — rum and something citrusy, judging by the way she barely sips it. she’s laughing again. that soft, unbothered kind of laugh that spills easily from her when she’s comfortable. he loves that sound. or used to. it feels further away tonight. there’s a guy standing next to her, taller than her by a few inches, clean cut, hair too neat for this kind of party. one of her friend’s boyfriends — matt doesn’t remember his name. doesn’t really care to. he’s talking with his whole body, loud and animated, using his hands in ways that don’t feel entirely necessary. matt hears the shift in his tone — the slight drop in his voice when he leans closer, the way he elongates his vowels like he’s trying to stretch time, trying to keep her attention a second longer than he should.

his girlfriend doesn’t notice. she’s nodding, smiling politely, maybe a little amused. she’s always been good at making people feel like she’s listening. like she sees them. and matt knows her well enough to know it’s not flirtation. not from her. but the guy? matt can hear it. the way his breath hitches slightly when she laughs. the way his heartbeat skips when her shoulder accidentally brushes his. it’s not obvious. not enough to raise flags for anyone else. but matt’s not anyone else. his radar is sharper than that, more precise. the guy’s too into her — not in a dangerous way. just in that annoying, lazy sort of way some men get when they think no one’s watching.

matt shifts again, slow. his drink untouched in his hand. “matt!” her voice floats across the kitchen. “come here!” he looks up, neutral expression in place. that’s the thing — he’s always careful with his face. always unreadable. he’s already walking over before she’s finished the sentence, weaving through a small crowd of half-drunk twenty-somethings gathered around a bowl of punch that looks radioactive.

she smiles when he gets there, places a hand lightly on his chest, like a gesture to prove something. or maybe just because she likes touching him. he doesn’t know anymore. “this is evan,” she says, motioning toward the guy. “he’s dating maya — i told you about her, remember?”

matt extends a hand automatically. “hello.” he greets. evan’s handshake is just a touch too firm, like he’s making a point. “yeah, nice to meet you, man. your girl’s hilarious. we were just talking about that time she got locked out of her own apartment and—”

“i know.” matt cuts in, still smiling, but it's sort of strained. “she tells that story a lot.”

she laughs beside him, like she doesn’t notice the shift, and maybe she doesn’t. maybe she’s too caught up in the hum of the party and the buzz of alcohol and the comfort of knowing she’s liked — adored, even. maybe she doesn’t notice the way evan looks at her just a second too long. the way he stands a little too close. matt notices.

the angle of evan’s stance — open, angled in, just slightly — like he’s subconsciously making space for her, not out of politeness, but expectation. it’s all micro. easy to miss if you weren’t trained to catch every flicker, every breath. matt knows interest when he hears it. knows the way attraction hums low and easy under casual conversation. and more than that, he knows the way men like evan test boundaries. she’s glowing in that way she gets at parties, when she’s had just enough to drink to forget how sharp she can be. softened at the edges. loose. laughing without checking the room first. she tosses her hair over her shoulder like it’s nothing, like she has no idea how that movement lands, but evan watches it fall.

matt’s hand lingers at her waist now, just resting. just there. no pressure. “so how long have you two been together?” evan asks, like he doesn’t already know.

“little over a year,” matt jumps in before you can. he doesn’t look at her, but he feels her smile. “depending who you ask.”

“she said you’re a lawyer?”

“something like that.”

evan laughs — a bit too forced — like he doesn’t know what to do with vague answers. he turns to her again. “you didn’t say he was mysterious.”

she grins. “you didn’t ask.” her voice is light, teasing — the kind of tone she slips into when she’s comfortable, when the room feels safe and her drink’s just strong enough to make everything a little softer. she doesn’t notice how evan’s watching her now.

matt notices.

he doesn’t move. doesn’t change his expression. just shifts the weight of his stance slightly. his fingers flex once at his side. he’s quiet — still wearing that same faint smile like it’s stitched into place. but the air feels different to him now. taut, almost.

evan keeps going. “i mean, she talks about you. but it’s always kind of vague. like, ‘matt did this’ or ‘matt said that,’ and we’re all sitting around like — who is this guy?” he laughs again, and it’s easy, familiar. like he thinks he’s funny. like he thinks this is harmless.

she laughs too, elbow resting on the counter behind her now, posture loose. “he’s not vague. he’s just private.”

“that so?” evan glances at matt, but it’s brief — just a flick of attention before his eyes drift back to her. “you ever think he’s a little too good at keeping secrets?” and it’s not a flirtation, not outright. it’s wrapped in a joke, casual and playful — meant to make her laugh, not think. but it lands wrong in matt’s chest. heavy.

matt finally speaks. voice low, smooth, measured. “well,” he says, “people tend to assume a lot when you don’t perform for them.”

evan raises a brow, like he’s just been handed a challenge. “is that what I’m doing?”

“you tell me.” matt’s voice never shifts. it stays calm, the kind of quiet that makes people lean in closer without realizing why. she looks between them now — not worried, not reading into it, just amused. “okay, you two need a drink or a game or something. this is starting to feel like a chess match.”

matt softens just enough to glance down at her, like he’s remembering himself. “you’re right,” then to evan, “you play?”

“what, chess?”

matt shrugs, almost too casually. “sure. anything with rules.”

evan laughs, but it’s tight now — like it got caught somewhere in his throat on the way out. his eyes flick to her for reassurance, like maybe she’ll laugh too, diffuse whatever subtle thing just passed between them. she does — softly, not quite getting the edge of it, but sensing something shift. “you guys competitive?” evan asks, taking a sip of his drink like he’s trying to buy time.

“not really,” then he pauses, gaze fixed on him, eyes calm. “i just think it’s easier when everyone knows where the lines are.” — his words are intentionally vague, intentionally leave room for interpretation.

“yeah, that’s fair.” evan’s a beat too quick. “boundaries, right?”

matt’s smile returns, softer this time. “exactly.”

she nudges matt lightly with her hip, trying to cut the tension she half-senses but doesn’t name. “okay, now you’re just intimidating people.”

“he’s not intimidating,” evan jumps in, and it’s almost a challenge — not quite, but close. “just intense.”

matt hums. “i only get told that from people who don’t like being read.” evan opens his mouth, then closes it, choosing instead to lift his drink again. she gives matt a look — playful, exasperated, the kind she gives him when he’s being like this and he knows it.

“right,” evan clears his throat, brushing his fingers through his hair, glancing around like he’s suddenly aware of just how many people are standing nearby. “well, i should, uh — maya’s waiting for me.”

“you should.” matt says, voice even. not unfriendly — just... done. “she’s been looking for you the past five minutes. you probably missed it. little distracted.”

evan blinks, then smiles — the kind of smile people wear when they don’t know if they’re being insulted or not. “yeah, guess i was.” he nods, hesitates, then turns to her. “it was really good talking to you. again.”

she smiles. “you too.”

matt listens for evan to leave. doesn’t look away until he’s fully disappeared into the crowd. the second he’s gone, the atmosphere lifts — just barely. “you okay?” she asks, studying his face.

“me?” he looks down at her, all innocence. “i’m great. i love parties.”

“you were being so weird just now.” then she’s laughing, brushing her fingers against his arm as if she can shake the mood off him.

“mm.” he leans slightly against the counter. “he was being something.” she laughs, but she doesn’t press it. doesn’t ask what he means. just reaches out and straightens the edge of his collar, like it’s second nature.

“you didn’t have to go all serious lawyer mode.”

“i didn’t,” matt responds, turning toward her, tone still level. “that was just party matt.”

she hums, narrowing her eyes. “party matt’s kind of an asshole.”

he smiles, finally, tired. “you say that like you didn’t like it.” she laughs again, light and easy, still looking at him like she doesn’t notice. doesn’t see how quiet he’s gone beneath the surface, how his hand is still resting lightly against the edge of the counter, fingers drumming against the tile like he needs something to hold onto.

she’s still looking at him like she always does, with that soft unbothered expression. maybe she’s still tipsy. maybe she really didn’t notice the way evan looked at her. the way he smiled too slow, stood too close.

maybe that should be comforting. that she’s so untouched by it, that she trusts him enough not to see anything worth worrying about. but it isn’t. not right now. because she still hasn’t moved — still leaning against the counter like she’s waiting for something else to happen. she’s glowing in that way she gets when she’s been surrounded by people who adore her. when she’s been laughing too much and talking too fast. like she’s full of warmth she doesn’t even know she’s radiating.

matt’s fingers drum against the counter again — soft, steady. a metronome for the thoughts circling too fast in his head. he doesn’t realize he’s doing it until she places her hand over his.

“seriously. you okay?”

he lifts his gaze to her slowly. offers a toothless smile and nods. “yeah. just thinking.”

“about?”

he shrugs, because what is he supposed to say? that he’s jealous in the quiet, ugly way he promised himself he wouldn’t be? that he’s still hearing evan’s voice wrapped around her name like it belonged there?

“it’s loud in here.” he says instead.

she smiles faintly, fingers still over his. “you hate parties.”

“i used to like them.”

she leans her head slightly, curious. “and now?”

“now,” he says, swiveling his head around — at the red cups, the glitter-stained floor, the echo of laughter that feels too sharp. “it’s just noise.”

she watches him for a second longer than usual, not quite reading him, but something in her softens. “we can leave,” she says, thumb brushing lightly against his knuckles. “just say the word.”

he nods. doesn’t say anything right away. the truth is, he doesn’t want to leave because of evan. not really. he wants to leave because this version of her — glowing, adored, golden under someone else’s gaze — doesn’t belong to him. not in this room.

maybe he’s not jealous of evan.

maybe he’s just jealous of how effortless it is for her to shine without even trying.

“five more minutes.” he murmurs, and she squeezes his hand once before turning back toward the crowd.

and he lets her. stays behind in the kitchen light, fingers still pressed to the counter like he’s afraid it might let him go.

started 4.26.2025. finished 4.26.2025.

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[deadhands69]

Hitching a Ride there's only one bed?

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader  Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader [separately]

Choose your own adventure with Shig//Dabi routes. Lightly suggestive, but no smut.

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As you walk through the parking lot to the door of the motel, you realize you’re about to spend the night alone with a man who you met jumping into a stolen van less than 48 hours ago. On its face, this should be a red flag but, thus far, it hasn’t felt like it. If anything, he looks more nervous about being in a room alone with you than you are. 

You slide the keycard four times before the light flashes green and beeps. Shoving open the door, you flick on the lights and -

“There’s only one bed?”

Tomura Shigaraki ᝰ⛐ 

“At least I only have to share with you,” Shigaraki shrugs, “the last hotel stop there were three of us in each bed and Twice kicks in his sleep.”

You laugh, feeling a bit less nervous about the situation. Your laughter also hides the grumbling you feel in your stomach. You wish there was room service, or even a restaurant close. The lackluster dinner you had did nothing to stave off your hunger. As if he could read your mind, Shigaraki walks to the door.

“I think I saw a vending machine earlier, I was about to head over there. Want me to get you anything?” he asks.

“I’ll go with you!” you exclaim, a little more excited than you intended to sound. “I need to move my legs a bit after sitting all day anyways.”

The two of you wander back into the dimly lit parking lot and around the building. Snack and drink vending machines glow side by side like an oasis in the desert. 

“Watch,” he says, hitting the machine with his hip at just the right angle to make a drink fall out. He repeats it again, and another drops. You try the same on the snack one to no avail. Everything seems to be tucked solidly between the metal coils. Without thinking, you pull a semi-large bill from your pocket and shove it in the machine.

“Pick whatever you want,” you say to him, stepping aside. 

“You don’t have to pay for everything,” he mumbles, hitting C6 to send a bag of chips plummeting to the bottom. 

“Yeah, but I want to. You’re the only reason I’m not-” in prison right now, you think. “I definitely owe you. For the ride.”

“It’s fine,” he mutters as the two of you alternate picking more snacks until you each have an armful.

After dropping some gummy candies while you try to get the keycard to work, you’re back in your room dumping your haul on the motel comforter. 

He gives you the first turn for the shower. Dragging your bag in there, you open it to find not much that will be helpful in this situation. You try to clean up the best you can, but at the end of it all, you’re still putting your dirty clothes back on. After looking in the mirror for the first time in months, you decide this is the best it’s going to be and walk back out.

“You’re carrying around a giant bag of money, but no clothes?” Shigaraki asks.

“Wait, how do you know-”

“We picked you up by a bank robbery and you’ve been paying for everything, I put two and two together.” He doesn’t seem phased by this, barely bothering to look away from the motel info sheet he’s reading his way through. “You can’t sleep in that. If you want, you can borrow one of my shirts.”

You nod, thank him. He throws you a shirt from his backpack before heading to take a shower. With the time he’s in there, you fiddle with the remote. Trying to find something worth watching but it’s three cable tv channels and static.

Not ten minutes later, he comes back out in a t-shirt and underwear. You try to keep your eyes glued to the tv, but fail miserably. He’s very attractive, you decide. Every bit of fabric hugging in exactly the right places. Through the corner of your eye, you catch a slew of scars over his legs. Some are scratches, others look like bullet wounds. No wonder he didn’t bat an eye at sharing the room with a bank robber.

“What,” he muses, climbing under the covers by your side. “Still going to sleep in pants?”

Admittedly, you wanted to be comfortable but weren’t sure if you’d make him feel weird by sleeping in your underwear. But if he is… You slide your pants off under the covers, feeling relieved already.

“I’m not a perv,” he asserts, while flipping through the channels and finding nothing you didn’t already skip. “I won’t touch you or anything.”

Before you can stop yourself you find your mouth mumbling, “but what if I want you to.”

He laughs and before turning off the light you notice his face has darkened a few shades of pink.

Ten minutes later he asks, “wait, were you serious?”

After that, you end up talking for half the night while watching infomercials. While you couldn't quite place when it happened, by the time you're falling asleep both of your legs are tangled up together under the covers.

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Dabi/Touya Todoroki ᝰ⛐

“It’s fine,” Dabi mumbles, “still more space than sleeping in that van.”

“Yeah,” you remember how you woke up with his arm around you this morning and hope that’s his default sleeping position.

“We’ve been crammed in that thing all day though, I’ll give you space.”

You think to yourself how unnecessary that is, but appreciate the gesture. Unpacking what you do have, you bring your toiletries into the bathroom to brush your teeth. When you come back out, Dabi's wandered off somewhere already.

Not up for much but still not tired enough to go to bed yet, you look at the hotel info sheet to see what’s around here. There is a pool and hot tub on the other side of the building, with seemingly no hours. You strip down to your underwear, everything covers as much as a swimsuit would which is close enough for you. Grabbing a towel and your keycard, you head out the door.

Arriving at the pool, you see you’re not the only one there. Dabi is already sitting in the hot tub, staring up at the stars. 

The area is dimly lit, a humming light above casting a warm tint over everything, but at least the water looks well-maintained. You unhook the metal gate fencing the area in, drop your towel on a broken plastic lounge chair, and climb in. The bubbles tickle your legs as you sink into a spot across from him. He flashes you a smile in acknowledgement but stays quiet.

Looking up at the clear night sky, it really is beautiful. You get lost in it until the jets slow to a stop.

“I’ve got it,” he says, already half out of the water by the time you look up.

He’s in his underwear as well, the wet cotton clinging to his body as he walks to the control panel. You try not to notice the way the thin fabric gives you a view of everything. Water drips down his back, over the scars which you now know cover most of his body. The bubbles resume and you promptly look up, pretending to have been staring at the sky the whole time. 

When he gets back, he mentions how nice of a night it is and how beautiful it’s been getting out of the city. Small talk turns to more, and before you know it at least an hour has passed, your skin is pruney, and you’re laughing hysterically. Shigaraki Someone yells out of one of the windows at you to be quiet. Glancing at each other, you laugh even harder while grabbing your towels and heading back inside.

You let him take the first shower, knowing it’ll take you a while to scrub the chlorine off your skin. When he comes back out, he’s wearing nothing but his underwear again. Knowing he’ll be sleeping next to you in that hits differently than sitting with him in a hot tub.

“What,” he taunts, walking past you to climb into bed, “nothing you haven’t already seen.”

You hoped he hadn’t noticed you checking him out earlier, but based on the look on his face he doesn’t seem to mind. He makes himself comfortable while you take your turn washing off.

One issue.

The small hair dryer attached to the wall does a slow job of drying your underwear, leaving small damp patches all over the fabric. At some point, you decide it’s good enough and pull them back on along with the shirt you’ve been wearing all week. 

Dabi laughs, “I take it there aren’t clothes in the bag.”

“That is correct,” you walk past him, shoving the massive sack under your side of the bed. “But something tells me you already knew that.”

“I had a suspicion,” he smiles and the world melts around you. “Grab one of my shirts to sleep in, you don’t have to dress like a bank robber 24/7.”

Your jaw drops at the bluntness, but he’s not wrong. You go back into the bathroom, changing into the shirt he let you borrow. When you come back out, the lights are off and he appears to be drifting off to sleep. You climb in next to him.

His arms wrap around you and this time you think it’s on purpose.

⛙ Continued ⛙

According to the alarm clock by the bed, 9:14. Checkout is at 10.

Begrudgingly, you extricate your entwined limbs from his to let him get a few more minutes of sleep. He looks so peaceful and you’d hate to interrupt it. You throw your pants on to see what a free continental breakfast looks like in a place that doesn’t even have wifi. 

Making your way through the parking lot, you think back on the conversations you had last night. Life wasn’t necessarily easy prior to this, there’s a reason you’re on the run with nothing but a stolen bag of money and the clothes on your back. He could have pried more when you declined to talk about it, but he didn’t and you’re grateful for that. Honestly, being on the run with the group has been an amazing break from life, feeling more like a vacation than anything else. 

That’s partially why you offered to share some of the money (that and the fact that you involuntarily made them all accomplices when they picked you up so you felt like you at least owe them some portion of it.) When you brought it up last night, you could tell he wanted to say no but knows that everyone needs it.

The breakfast is exactly what you expected, but at least it’s a meal. You throw a few pale orange slices on a plate with a pastry and whatever else looks edible. Sitting next to Compress and Magne, you begin eating as everyone else slowly trickles in. There’s an occasional knowing glance at you wearing his shirt, but no one says anything until Toga shows up.

“Ooooooooohh,” she starts before Magne kicks her leg under the table.

After everyone eats their fill (and fills their pockets,) you quickly pack up, and you’re all back on the road again.

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[sokkadora]

sweet nothing — hunter x fem!reader

inspired by: sweet nothing by taylor swift

summary: after settling on pabu, you and hunter finally get to have some easy silence and family time after fighting for so long

a/n: this song is nauseatingly sweet it’s so sick…. taylor when i find you taylor. TAYLOR WHEN I FIND YOU TAYLOR.

wc: 1k

warning(s): reader is implied to have long hair, fluff

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

There was nothing quite like a celebration on Pabu.

The music was lovely, the decorations were never too over the top, and the food… well, Wrecker steals a lot of it.

But the best part for you was always experiencing something new with your husband, Hunter.

Right now, you were resting your head on Hunter’s arm while laying on the grassy field on the top of the island. Omega and her friends were laughing and running around, Hunter’s brothers were chatting with the friends they’d made, and you two were finally getting a moment of peace.

Which, true, you’ve been having them for a year and a half now, but they never seemed to grow old and you never seemed to grow tired of them.

The breeze from the ocean wafted it’s way up and over the island, and blew some of your hair into Hunter’s face. He spluttered as some of the hair found it’s way into his mouth, you laughed, and propped yourself up on your elbow to move the hair away from his face.

Resting a hand on his cheek after it was all moved, he resting a hand on your wrist and glared at you playfully.

“How many times do I need to remind you to get a haircut, cyar’ika.” Hunter scolded softly, staring up at you as you halfway hovered over him. You smiled knowingly, scrunching up your nose. “One day, you’re gonna get it long enough to where it can wrap around the planet.

You smack his arm softly, “Wiseass.”

He laughs, not a rare sight for you, but it always seems to take your breath away. He’s so much more beautiful than he thinks, inside and out.

You rolled onto your back, and he moved his head from you to the sky. All the stars you’ve been among together, planets you’ve visited, so much pain in so many different places, just to bring you to your own pocket of peace with the love of your life and your family.

Omega popped into your view, grinning widely, “It’s time! It’s time!” She exclaims, waiting for you and Hunter to get off the grass.

“Oh, is it now?” Hunter got up first, and help out a hand to help you up off the ground. You took it, and rose off the ground. Hunter helped made sure your dress wasn’t riding up on your back before turning to Omega again.

“Yes, come on!” Omega yanked on yours and Hunter’s arms, a hand in each of yours.

“You two go, I’ll catch up.” You chuckled, and Omega let go of your hand and latched her free one onto Hunters.

“You sure?” Hunter asked, barely phased by Omega’s yanking on his arm. You nodded, and he leaned over to kiss your forehead before letting Omega pull him away from your small pocket of peace you’d created.

You basked in the gentle feeling of the wind blowing past and through you, the soft fabric of your dress rubbing against the skin of your thighs. Hunter nearly tripped as Omega dragged him across the top of the island to the other side where his brothers were talking away.

It was still a new feeling — not having to sleep with a blaster under your pillow, not having to look over your shoulder, not having to lay low, just… being free and allowed to give and have love. Sure, the fear that it can get taken away is still there, but it’ll go away with time.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

You jumped, turning to the sound of the voice, to be greeted with the familiar face of Phee. She’d been off and treasure hunting for nearly a year now, and she had called now and then, but she was too happy out doing what she loved.

You were glad to say you were finally doing the same.

“Phee!” You exclaimed, laughing under your breath as you and her shared a tight hug. “It’s good to see that you’re safe.”

“I would say the same for you, but with the Sergeant around I doubt any trouble gets near you anymore.”

You chuckled, turning your gaze towards the family you’d found across the way. “Wasn’t like that when we were on the run, but now… I guess so.”

“It’s well deserved, my friend!” Phee exclaimed, wrapping your shoulders and pulling you with her to head towards your friends. “After all that the lot of you have been through, you need this.” She gestures out to the people around you.

“Thank you,” You chuckled, continuing to chat as you walked over to your family.

You moved from Phee to Hunter as he opened an arm for you to press into his side, the other arm holding a lantern that the two of you would release into the sky.

It was a practice of sorts on Pabu, the lantern symbolizes your past experiences, and as it floats further and further away into the sky, you’re supposed to let it happen with your fears and your ghosts. It was beautiful to you, and you were excited to do it for the first time after hearing so much about it from Shep.

You moved from Phee to Hunter, his arm open and waiting for you to press into his side as his other side held your shared lantern you two had made. You were practically speechless because of the joy you felt, and something warm and familiar swelled up inside your chest. You placed one hand on the edge of the lantern and Hunter did the same before Shep announced it was time to let them fly.

Together, you launched the lanterns skyward into the deep blue sky that was filled with trillions of stars. You stared up at the lanterns, wrapping your free arm around Hunter’s waist and nuzzling closer to him. He chuckled, and placed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

Placing your chin on his chest as you looked up at him, you smiled dotingly, “I love you.”

Hunter returned the warm smile, and reciprocated.

“I love you back, mesh’la.”

[sheriffraz]

``razh booty`` ]

.♯~ nicknames:[``sherrif. Goody two shoes. Weirdo. Big man.

Johnny law.

.♯~ [ ``47(couldn't find an outlaw lifespan so just going for 47 to be safe)` ]

.♯~ [``straight``]

.♯~ [ ``he/him`` ]

.♯~ [``outlaw`` (same suberace as the booty brothers )]

.♯~ headcanon voice:[``sam Elliot ``]

______ ______

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝗼

── .✦ ✎ᝰ

♯[``11 foot``]

♯[``199 pounds``]

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Parents:♯[``ma booty. unknown father``]

Siblings:♯[``older brother of blisterz and boilz booty he Loves them but is very tired of their shit``]

♯pet:[``has a pet sleg named deputy dug ``]

——— ——— ——

Flaw:♯[ ``outlaw stupidity(joke) true flaw is that he is a bit strict when it comes to following the law and has a tendency to punch first ask questions later

Likes: his job. Country music. Dug. His brothers. People Following the law. Root beer

Dislikes: being reminded of his past. His old gang.

Law breakers.

Goals:[``to bring the gangs of gizzard gultch to justice ``]

Personality:♯[ ``razh is a anomaly in outlaw society wanting to be someone who enforces the law instead of breaking it although he is regretful on his past actions before he was a sheriff it does not stop him from smashing any young or reckless outlaws who'd try and mess with his town although when he's not on the job he is polite and respectful or at least in outlaw standards polite and respectful ``]

♯[ ``Backstory (Required)

Childhood: spent his childhood like most outlaws scrapping with his siblings robbing stores with ma

So on and so forth the Only difference is that his mother made the mistake of turning on an old western movie about a sherrif this film would be the spark of razh's world view making him want to be like the sheriff in the movie although his mother in all her negligence thought it was just a phase and for the most part she'd be right for now

Teenage years: at age 15 razh would begin to set off his own when his brothers boilz and blisterz were born he'd start off making a name for himself like most outlaws his age would do by joining a gang robbing banks stealing from clakkers fighting rival gangs one such rival being an explosivea maniac which blew up razh's left leg.

Although razh was an outlaw he had some morality like don't kill kids or mothers or don't burn down homes rules he made sure to keep even though his gang didn't

Adulthood: things eventually became the norm again steal rob eat steal rob eat it became very boring to the outlaw his dreams or his gangs dream of becoming the best gang in the west became non important especially when his gang started doing things that even razh thought was going too far killing a mother sleg and her pups leaving only one one that razh Decided to keep and name dug after that razh left his gang moving to gizzard gultch a town that recently had a sheriff opening due to the last one dying it took many years and Many fights but eventually the citizens began to tolerate and begrudgingly respect him and his pet as their sheriff and deputy although they'd hate to admit it that he's doing a good job]

♯[ ex outlaw now sherrif of gizzard gultch]

* Image/Description

* A few claw marks on face

* Red rash on his right arm

* Prosthetic left leg(lost it during a fight with an outlaw who liked explosives a bit too much)

* Some back teeth have been replaced with metal ones

[issysh3ll]

i'm on my period rn and i just ran out of pads 😭 could you pretty please write what Phases Matt would do to help me?

Yes of course!

Summary: Matt helping you when you run out of pads Warnings: mentions of blood (period), fluff Phases series -> here | Phases asks/requests -> here

You've been sitting here for so long your hips are starting to feel stiff. The cold porcelain of the toilet seat has warmed under your thighs and the tiles under your feet are the same. Your underwear discarded on the ground stares up at you, very obviously missing something.

A soft knock on the door sounds through the bathroom followed by Matt's voice on the other side, "you've been in there a while... everything okay, sweetheart?"

When you don't respond, Matt knocks again a little harder. You knew this would happen eventually, he was waiting for you in the kitchen while you went to the bathroom. But a quick toilet trip turned into a big problem very quickly and now your boyfriend has been patiently waiting for over 5 minutes. After a long pause, you finally call back

"I'm fine I just—" you trail off. This wasn't how the day was supposed to go. You were going to have a good day, you were excited about your little day out with Matt but excitement faded as soon as you looked down and saw the blood dripping out of you into the toilet, staining the water a bright red colour. You let out a breath and start again, "I'm fine. I just got my period."

"oh." There's another long pause and you think he's left but then you hear the door handle rattling and his voice cuts through again. "Do you need me to get you something?"

You glance around the room, you'd already searched through the cabinet to your left for pads and come up empty. One more scan of the room tell you you're going to have to let Matt help you. "Um, yeah. I don't have any pads. Can you go buy some for me?"

"Of course, i'll be back in 20 minutes." he calls back. You hear some shuffling and then the sound of the front door closing. Sitting on the toilet, free bleeding for 20 minutes is really not your idea of fun so you pull out your phone.

About 10 minutes into mindlessly scrolling, a text pops up from Matt.

Laughing, you return to your distractions while you wait for Matt to return. After another 10 minutes, the door handle rattles again.

"I'm back. Open up."

You pull yourself up off the toilet stiffly and awkwardly shuffle to the bathroom door. Your knees are turned in and bent slightly, trying to stop the blood from dripping onto the floor. Flicking the lock undone, you twist the handle and Matt pushes into the room holding several colourful packs of pads.

"I got options." he declares, a proud grin on his face as you sit back on the toilet again and reach for the blue pack in his hand. Once the pad is safely stuck on your underwear and resting against your body, you push up from the toilet and smile at your boyfriend.

"Thanks, baby."

"Anytime, princess."

Phases series -> here Phases asks/requests -> here

[issysh3ll]

so with your series with Matt knowing your cycle I was just kinda confused because I’ve gotten my first period around Father’s Day this year and I don’t know what the cycles are/mean and if you could explain it please thank you!!

Of course! I loved writing that series

Most information about menstrual cycles is based on the average 28 day cycle but many people have shorter or longer cycles. Also if you’ve only just started getting your period it can take your body a few bleeds to get into a rhythm.

basically there are 4 main phases to your cycle:

Menstrual This is when you have your period. Your body is shedding the uterine lining. Usually people experience cramps, cravings, bloating

Follicular After your period ends your body starts preparing a follicle to release a new egg and building the lining of your uterus back up. This is usually when people have the most energy and confidence

Ovulation Your body releases an egg from your ovary and it makes its way to your uterus. This is when you are most fertile, your body wants to get pregnant so most people feel extra horny or clingy during this time.

Luteal The egg wasn't fertilised and dies off. Hormones being released change and your body prepares to shed the lining of your uterus. Usually people feel irritable and moody, cramps start here, sad and tired.

and here's some helpful diagrams: