It Gets Tuah Point.

hellllooo???????

oh hi

daily reminder to stop shaving your coochie for that man. gojo, geto, toji, nanami and sukuna would eat it up hairy and all.

how i've been for the past few days writing something

(it's fun adding ctechno knowing its kinda just domestic fluff shit)

Emotional sex that has you both crying bc you’re both so overwhelmed with eachothers love

i love you, but you know that.

bakugou katsuki x reader

cw: minors dni, some slow loved up sloppy sweet sex, tears of love, missionary, afab reader, unprotected

between a drabble and a fic, maybe about 800 words?

you love bakugou katsuki. this wasn’t new news, this wasn’t even grand news in the scheme of everything else in the world nor was it surprising because you literally tell him everyday. 

so you don’t know what has come over you right now, maybe the intimacy of it all, his hot sweaty skin against yours, the tingle on your bruised lips from his kisses earlier or maybe it’s the way the words that come out his mouth are reserved for you. soft, as soft as katsuki can be, and all breathless as he mumbles into your neck, “s’good f’me baby, s’good.”

his thrusts are slow, has you arching your back despite his full weight on top of you. it’s loud and wet and you know you’re both making a mess but there’s something about cock from the man you love that drives everyone a little crazy. you suck him in completely, easily and he’s like a key, made for you and only you.

it’s only when he lifts his head from your neck at the sound of sniffles beside him, you’re trying to hide your face but it’s clearly not working. katsuki lifts himself up, palms by your head so there’s no way to escape. you can tell he’s close as his left arm shakes a little, but stabilises himself straight after. he stops his rhythmic thrusts, his lust filled half lidded eyes opening wide to look down at you.

now everyone and their mothers knew bakugou katsuki loves you. though most people would say he loves you like he loves his job, the one thing in his life he always knew he wanted and never stopped trying to achieve. but that wasn’t exactly true because bakugou katsuki never knew he wanted you, he never searched for love. you both were a coincidence and just as easily as you were given to him, you could be taken away. so no, bakugou katsuki doesn’t love you like he loves his job. he loves you a whole lot more than that, more than he’ll ever be able to comprehend.

so the sight of you so pretty under him, cheeks puffy, whites of your eyes tainted red and tears at your waterline, he’s freezing. even preparing to pull out completely.

“what’s wrong? am i hurtin’ you?” he slides a warm palm to your cheek, his tone coated in comfort and care. it made two single tears slide down your cheek and that was it, “holy fuck, ‘m so sorry—“ he panics but you hold his arm, locking one leg around his waist so he doesn’t pull out.

“no no, ‘ki,” and you smile up at him. katsuki feels his chest burn at the sight, “happy tears i promise. i… i just love you a lot.”

katsuki doesn’t believe you just yet, searching your body for any marks or scars though he rumbles a groan when you thrust up into him. “‘ki i promise!” you shakily laugh, wiping your eyes with the back of your palms.

your lover grunts, leaning down on his forearms to cage in your head, his face an inch away from yours.

“your love f’me makes you cry? y’love me that much?” he asks and you know your boyfriend. you know the cocky tone he tries to blanket his words with is thin. his ruby eyes that glisten like the stone show that he’s honestly asking; slightly needy with disbelief at the edges.

you hum a nod, agreeing effortlessly like you would with what breakfast you’d want in the morning. your arms wrap around his around his neck, “i do. love you so much i’d die for you.”

katsuki shakes his head in disagreement, glancing down at your joined muscles slapping against each other as he begins to start up his thrusts again. still slow and steady but the tiniest bit faster than before. then when he meets your eyes again, staring at him like he hung the stars in the sky, he sighs. then he bends his head to meet your lips with his.

katsuki usually always starts with a peck or two before he uses tongue. like he’s trying to find his bearings and how you’re feeling before he starts. but this time he goes straight in, knowing that he understands how you feel. because he does, about you. he completely envelopes your mouth, licking around like it’s his second home. you’re just as eager as him, sucking at his tongue as he moans in your mouth.

then he pulls away wildly, eyes blown out as the sloppy wet slaps between you both continue to echo in the room, “d-don’t say that baby. need y’to live f’me. i love you, you’re all i fuckin’ got.”

his babbling seems to be contagious, you brushing your lips against his for another kiss as you feel the pulsing build up of an orgasm building in your lower half. “b-but i would, gorgeous. i’d do anything,” you’re almost begging, sobs ripping from your throat, arms tightening around his neck like he’d escape from you any second, “i just really love you katsuki.”

your pussy walls clench around him, a sign you’re about to come and he’s right behind you. katsuki feels lightheaded, like he’s been doused in a drug with the way only you’re on the mind. the hormones pumping through his veins become overwhelming, his thrusts speeding up as a mewl stutters out your lips. he’s clenching his jaw, fighting away the tears beginning to spread across his waterline. when the fuck did he start crying during sex?

but it’s not just sex. with how you’re holding him close with not a sliver of air between your bodies. layered with sweat with tears streaming down your cheeks. he knows he’s about to break when a tear falls from his eye onto your cheek. “oh fuck baby. oh fuck. y’know i love you. i love you so fuckin’ much. so f—f—.” and before you both know it your orgasm hits you together harder than waves against rocks.

cute desperate whines bubble out of you, eyes clenching shut and your lips agape. the pleasure is immense, intense and somehow feels even stronger as you experience it together. your arms tighten around katsuki’s neck harder than you’ve ever done before and he’d be lying if the pressure on the throat doesn’t contribute to how thick his orgasm is. his body jolts three times, spraying your walls white with one long, “fuuuuck.” your legs are still twitching in the air by his hips, body spasming as katsuki lays his head beside you, his body fully on top of you.

then for a few moments you both just breathe. the stickiness of your bodies can’t be felt when you’re both so still and the warmth from him comes as a comfort.

“can’t believe you cried over me,” you say lightly, a tiny smile on your face as you look to your boyfriend. he had his eyes closed to gather himself, allowing you to take in his tear streaked cheeks and puffy under eyes.

though as soon as you finish your remark, his eyes open and eyebrows furrow. even a grumpy pout on his lips, “you cried over me first. didn’t even do anythin’ wrong.”

you’re both a sight, this massive man laying on top of you like there wasn’t triple the space beside you both. eyes red from tears and a croaky effect in both your voices.

you giggle, agreeing with him completely, “you make me a mess, gorgeous.”

katsuki presses a kiss to your cheek. it’s rough, pushing your head to the side slightly but you immediately turn back to look at him, “can say the same about you, princess.”

then after a few more beats of silence, katsuki feeling your thighs rub against each other, he gets the cue. “okay, okay, i’ll clean you up.” as if he was using all his strength in the word, he lifts himself off you slowly, flexing his biceps before climbing off you.

“cover! cover!” you scramble from the loss of his body heat and katsuki’s quick to throw a blanket over you.

then he just stands again next to the bed. a big beary yawn leaves his throat, brushing his hand through his messy hair then scratching his arm. he looks animalistic, especially as he’s still so naked in-front of you. though nudity has never been something you guys shied away from so you instead questioned why he was staring so deeply at you.

“aren’t you gonna clean me up? why’re you looking at me like that?”

post-orgasm katsuki was always the cutest, giving you a careless shrug, “jus’ love you. but y’know that.”

you smile, hands at the top of your blanket, “love you too.” and he nods like it was a business meeting concluding, walking over to his en-suite bathroom but not before sweetly squeezing your foot as he strolls past.

ok but

being a part of the 141 (+konig) and having to dress up in disguise for a mission in some rich, fancy casino. the boys are waiting on you, talking amongst themselves.

you walk out wearing a slim black dress, low neckline exposing the top of your cleavage. the dress is fitted to your curves and loose at the bottom to hide the pistol strapped around your thigh. you’re looking down, smoothing out your dress, you don’t notice how every head snaps up at the first sound of your heels on the hard floor.

you don’t notice the way ghost straightens up from leaning on the table, arms still crossed and mask hiding the red creeping up to his cheeks. you don’t notice the way konig shifts awkwardly on his feet, blue eyes darting up and down not knowing where to look. you don’t notice the way gaz bites his lip, almost hard enough to break through the soft flesh and draw blood. you hear soap let out an exaggerated breath, a quick “godda-“ before he’s cut off by a smack to the back of the head from price.

you whip your head up at price’s chuckle, seeing soap rubbing the back of his head. “does this look alright? you can’t see my gun, can you?” you ask turning around to show them the back of your thigh where it’s strapped tightly. you miss the way ghost bites his fist, eyes rolling to the back of his head as soap nudges his shoulder giggling like a school boy.

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

whining about how his cock is too big and it's stretching your pussy when he leans in and goes "You're gonna thank me for stretching you out when it's time to push my brat out."

indelible

hamzahthefantastic x reader

description: it's been a full year since you and hamzah broke up, causing you to go silent towards your whole friend group. after rekindling at a grocery store, mandy invites you to a party she's hosting. you go, noticing a familiar set of eyes staring at you throughout the night.

mentions: reader heavily loves pickles, angst and yearning (obvi), she/her pronouns, slight argument, ex!hamzah (who will be back for a lottttt of different fics), sfw!

blood orange is so freaking good i was listening to blood orange and got the idea for this fic <3

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"martin, is that..?"

you turned around in the aisles messily stacked with assorted jars of pickles and olives, revealing a guy and a girl of your past: the faces behind the whisper. you gazed at the couple in front of you with a certain whimsical, yet surprised stare. martin and mandy were the two people who, at one point, helped toronto feel like home after moving there from the states. meeting mandy at a frozen yogurt stand after she complimented your outfit with welcoming radiance, you soon met martin and became apart of their small, yet comfortable and familiar group.

it was only until you met hamzah that they remained the people who created warmth for you to take in. you and hamzah had a specific energy, tying your souls together as if they were forever meant to be intertwined. chemistry erupted from the first interaction between the two of you; a nostalgic, childlike sense of happiness emerged between you guys similar to high school football games and puppy love. with hamzah, you were never scared. in fact, risk and excitement amplified itself within you every time you took your friendship with him a step further.

it wasn't surprising when hamzah decided he'd kiss you in front of martin, mandy, claire, and chase while at martin and mandy's abode. it also wasn't surprising when you two popped out as a couple a day or two later. the relationship your friends observed was one they rooted for; you knew in that moment that none of your friends would pity you at your wedding, which was new to you after trials and errors of different relationships with different guys.

it was definitely not a fairytale of your childhood dreams with him, actually, the complete opposite. you enjoyed the fact that your days weren't always fast-paced and full of moments that felt like it should be posted on some social media to get a thousand likes. sometimes, your days were slow. your days were filled with laundry baskets piled to the top and a race to see who gets to sort clothes faster. your days were filled with morning breath and uncomfortable, yet cozy positions in bed with hamzah. your days had occasional arguments, yet, they were always solved within a day or two. this was the man you wanted to marry.

however, you've always had the mindset of fairy tales always containing an ending to them, happy or not. you saw him less and less as the relationship went on, as his channel with martin was slowly but surely taking off the mainstream media. he began to hermit inside of his office, sometimes even sleeping there for days, almost as if the job was a ball and chain tied to his leg. yet, he also didn't want it off of him no matter how many times he's found the key. he would spend days without seeing you, seemingly by choice, leaving you worried and lonely. it was after a full two years and three months that you decided to end things with him for the sake of your own mental health, sanity, and wellness.

it was hard at first; honestly, you wanted to curl into a ball and hide away from everyone. martin and mandy were supportive, as they noticed all the times hamzah ditched you to edit or to film or to email. yet, each time you saw their faces, all you could see was him. so, slowly, "yeah, you can come over later," turned into "i'll see if i have plans," which eventually and gradually turned into, "sorry, i'm busy." you felt guilty, but you needed to erase him from your mind, like white paint to a canvas, in order to fully heal. it was never going to be a permanent thing, yet it's also been a full year since you last spoke to them. this was probably one of the most awkward things you could've ever encountered and on this fateful thursday night, you did.

"oh, hi," you softly greeted, rubbing the back of your neck with your free hand that wasn't holding the grocery basket.

mandy's gaze was as surprised as yours was, "wow, it's been ages."

"yeah, y'know... i've just been busy..."

"are you doing anything tonight?"

the guilt of being gone for so long finally decided to show up, chasing after your stream of consciousness like a dog chasing a bone.

"no, no i'm not."

--

without fully realizing until you were sitting in their dining room chair, you were now at martin and mandy's amicable apartment. a cup of tea accompanied your hands; for warmth or for comfort, you weren't really sure. it's been small talk for the past twenty minutes since you've arrived. guilt, as it always does, was still biting at your chest cavity like a parasite. so, to ease it away from you, you decided to speak about the elephant in the room.

"look, martin, mandy, i'm really sorry i haven't spoken to you guys in ages and just stopped responding. honestly, i guess i kinda saw hamzah every single time i saw you two. it hurt too much and i couldn't take it anymore."

mandy held your hand in her palm, "no, i get it-"

"are we pushing you too far by, like, bringing you to our apartment right after seeing us again without it being planned?" martin asked, genuine worry laced in his vocal infliction.

"no, no, definitely not. i've healed, already," you sipped your tea, "i was planning on contacting you guys soon. i guess soon ended up being, y'know, today."

"how have you been? or, like, have you healed from you and hamzah" mandy asked hesitantly; almost as if the mere mention of his name would've broken you like fine china being dropped.

"i've, uh, i've been alright- i guess, sometimes, i still think about him. it's inevitable. the mere thought of him chases after me to this day. it's weird, like, as soon as i got rid of his stuff, i felt okay; i felt fine and i didn't cry, but then there are days where i stumble upon an ad for fantastic mr. fox and i end up crying for weeks straight. i'm not really sure, y'know, when it'll end. hopefully, soon."

mandy's grip on your hand tightened as martin listened to each word you said, processing every emotion and memory held onto your words.

"would you ever get back together with him?" martin asked, as mandy lightly slapped his shoulder, "sorry, was that too blunt? or, like- fuck- sorry you don't have to answer tha-"

"maybe."

mandy's eyebrows raised inquisitively, "really?"

you placed your cup of tea down and started fidgeting with your hands, "i mean, i've always believed in that whole fate thing. destiny can't be changed and that type of shit. i don't hate him. i guess i- what's the word- resent.. him..? i couldn't hate him if i tried. i guess what i'm saying is if the universe decided to bring us back together, i'd probably be scared, but i also wouldn't oppose it completely. i don't know; we were young and i didn't know how to communicate and he didn't know how to balance. it's obvious that it wouldn't work out, then. i don't know about now."

"you seem to have thought about this a lot, to the point where you can talk about it in that way," mandy mentioned.

"so, you would give him another shot?" martin added.

you thought for a moment, "it depends on how that shot happens."

looking at the clock, you realized that it was now almost 10 pm. though you didn't have work or plans tomorrow, you didn't want to overstay your visit and leech onto them and their house. after all, the three of you just reconnected after a full year of absence and silence.

"i didn't even realize it was 10; i should probably get going, now," you got up and scooted in your chair.

mandy reached out to give you a hug, to which you returned, "wait, me and martin are having a get-together tomorrow. it's not a rager, but it's also not, like, lame, i guess. come. chase and claire are visiting and they've been asking about you lately too. everyone misses you."

the whole day was filled of taking chances and playing with the fate you previously thought you were aware of. what's one more game of odds?

"sure. i'll be there."

--

the house was dark, yet also thoughtfully lit with ambient lighting. shades of oranges and blues lit everyone's skin with a contrasting hue, reminiscent of a sunset on the ocean. there wasn't too many people there; if anything, you knew a good majority of them. yet, the thought of why you knew them, or the thought of hamzah's many introductions to get you used to his crowd, made your heart hurt a little. you arrived late, letting yourself in since mandy, nor martin weren't answering their phones. greeting a couple of familiar faces on your way in, you finally found your way to martin and mandy, speaking to chase and claire.

things felt normal for the first time in a long time. you were not alone, in fact, you were with the people who created what "home" was, in the first place. for being in a room with so many people who helped create the best atmosphere for you to thrive in, you still felt lonely. you didn't know it was possible to feel this conflicted; how could you feel lonely when you know you aren't alone?

suddenly, hamzah walked through the kitchen doors to the dining table you were sat at. a red crewneck and baggy, black jeans adorned his body, as well as the black sambas that were years and years old. the beanie that adorned his head, revealing tiny, black curls peeking out of it, complimented the silver chain on his necklace; you recognized it. it was yours.

"i could not find the cups, mandy, where are the cu-"

his eyes locked onto yours as if your pupils were magnets destined to be pulled together. you, then, saw what you witnessed when you first fell in love with him: nostalgia. childlike wonder. puppy love. the table went silent, watching this encounter unfold. everyone's eyes were widened in shock. in that moment, you couldn't hear the music, nor the people around you speaking, nor the drinks being poured or dog barking outside. the only thing you were focused on was the boy in front of you. frozen in space, you hoped you wouldn't have to be the first to speak. yet, you also never were the first one to speak.

"can we talk?"

you nodded, not knowing where this conversation was going to be headed.

--

you were both outside on martin and mandy's rooftop. you mentioned to him that you find it easier to talk when gazing at the stars and being in his presence, though, you were also dating at the time. you wondered if he remembered or if this was a coincidence. currently, you were sat in silence, waiting for him to break it.

"that wasn't the first time i saw you, tonight."

your gaze turned from the stars of the sky to the ones reflected in his irises, "what?"

"this whole night, i've been staring at the door. i wasn't really sure who i was waiting for, but i just felt the need to. now that you're here, i know now. i saw you when you entered and had a mini-panic attack in the kitchen. i don't even know what to say to you now that we're out here."

it became silent again, as you didn't respond.

he continued, "i miss you. i don't think there's a single day that went by where i don't fuck myself up for losing you. fuck, baby, i miss everything about you."

"you do?"

"there's so many texts i wrote you, but i just never sent them. i almost send, like, three of them a week."

"what do they have in them?"

"y'know, updates, my life, asking how you are, apologizing for being a total fucking ass."

"you were a total fucking ass," you teased, laughing ever-so-slightly, "it's okay. it's obvious you've changed and most likely grew."

he laughed as well before his face morphed into something more serious, "if you let me, i'll spend the rest of my life making everything i did up to you."

"and remind me what you did?"

"i didn't treat you the way that i was supposed to- the way you deserve. i'm sorry, i promise i'll fix things," he grabbed your cheek gently and nudged your head towards him, "please, baby, let me fix things. i'll beg, if i have to."

you sighed, "hamzah, i'm scared."

hamzah took out his phone and put in his password.

"my birthday? you haven't changed your password from my birthday in a full year?"

"yeah, uh, i just didn't want to."

he clicked on his notes app and gave you the phone, then turned to the sky and gazed at the different twinkling lights up above.

"what is this?" you asked.

"i write you letters whenever i think about you so much to the point where it gets overwhelming.

you read the first note titled "1/19," which was a couple of days ago.

1/19

hey, baby. how are you? i miss you a lot. i went to the store today and i got the pickles you like. i don't even like pickles. or, i guess, now i do. ever since we ended things, i go to the store just to get a jar of the pickles you liked. i think every time i eat them it makes me think about that one time you forced me to try one and i literally almost threw up because of how disgusting they are. i think i just eat them because idk they make me think of you. i hope you're doing alright. i hope your studies are going good. you're graduating in, what, like a year? that's crazy. i hope i'll be able to be there with you. i'm sorry, for everything, again. i say this in every paragraph. i fucked up. i know that, but please, please let me fix it. i'll be a good boyfriend, i'll even be a good husband one day. i promise. i'll talk to you again soon.

by the end of the paragraph, you teared up. looking beside you at him, a worrisome look entered his face as he gazed ahead of him; a second chance is the most desirable thing to him. he doesn't care about money, or fame, or sex. he's been yearning for you.

you copied his move; your hand made its way to hamzah's cheek, nudging it slowly but surely towards you. the twinkle in his eyes held hope, as did yours as it mirrored him. you sat there, simply looking into each other's eyes and possibly each other's soul; there was no rush, there was only love. your lips made its way onto his, softly, for a mere second. you pulled away as his lips chased after yours, kissing once again with a certain firmness and desperation laced into it.

"i'm sorry again, baby," he admits as he pulls away, "please, please let me back into your life. i don't care how hard or how long i have to work for it; let me earn you back. i can't live without you."

you smiled one of the most genuine smiles you've had in ages, "i trust you, hamzah."

"is that a yes?"

"i dunno. what do you think, idiot?"

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author's note

goodnight guys! <3

screaming, crying, violently sweating, ripping my hair out

Gojo’s body irl:

argue with ur mammy about it.