Do You Write Poly Smuts?

I LOVED THIS SM OMG

Thinking about Villian!Todoroki and his cute wife who’s he’s absolutely whipped for. They’re the “he would burn the world for her/soft spot for one person” trope. You’re his and hes yours neither of you would ever doubt that, shoto wouldn’t have it any other way and he doesn’t like when people try suggesting otherwise. but don’t worry he knows you don’t like it either so he takes care of it quickly. unfortunately not everyone in your husbands business knows their manners, or the rumors of what happens to those who don’t…

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Gender: Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, panty sniffing, fingering, squirting, vulgar language, and oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 489

「Part 1」

Tag list: @ariavaana

Each strand of grass swayed with the summer breeze, gently tickling your supple cheeks and your exposed skin as you laid upon the greenery. A few moons have passed since that direful incident and that strange wolf-man defending you, and you were immensely thankful for him. You have become accustomed and understanding of his lifestyle, like how he can shift and how he is able to sniff out a lie.

Him confessing that you were his mate struck you a certain way, more like confusion with your feelings. Within you, that bond with him had flourished more than you expected. It all had you pondering the question: Would you stay with him and be his mate?

You abruptly sat up, love was being misplaced as negative and unsure feelings—you loved Erebus!

“Y/N, is everything okay?” He asked, rolling to his side and taking in your contented appearance.

“I think I love you, Erebus.” Your words falter as you observe his honey irises as they almost brighten with yellow.

His lips lifted and he flashed you his teeth before leaping onto you, leaving eager kisses on your face.

“Thank you Y/N, I promise to show my devotion and love for you!” He enunciated, his kisses altering to more sensual kisses.

His hands traced down your body, giving tender squeezes, as his lips lingered on yours.

He tugs at your skirt, “may I?”

“Please,” you breathe.

He removes your skirt along with your panties, sniffing your underwear and nearly salivating at your addictive scent.

He grasped your thighs, spreading them, and nestled between them. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as his thumb played with your lower lips, and your breath shallows as arousal flushed your skin.

“Since I've been good, it's time you let me have a taste.”

His tongue swirls around in your cunt, focusing on your clit. You tangled your fingers through his dark mane, releasing a shaky moan. You gasped as his nose nudged against your pussy, building more pleasure for you.

“You taste so fucking good!” He murmured against you, making your pussy flutter more.

“More,” you whined.

He smirked smugly, bringing his hand up and circling his middle finger at your opening.

“Erebus!” You huffed, bucking.

He chuckled, easing his long and nimble finger in. He thrust his finger fairly before pulling away and lathering the second one with your natural lubricant, and then thrusting them back into you. The muscles in your thighs tensed and you cried out as the knot in your stomach released, squirting on his fingers and on a bit of his lips. He licks them clean before grinning down at you. “Shit if I made you feel this good with my fingers, imagine what I could do with my dick.”

“Why don't we find out, huh?”

“Only if you promise not to leave.”

You sat up and clasped your hands on his cheeks. “I promise, now fuck me wolf-man”

Rest in Peace Technoblade.

ೃ⁀➷ aftercare w/ the jjk men

a/n: preoccupied w/ work these days, and had to work unexpectedly on sat too </3 sorry i’m so inactive! also some isn’t explicitly aftercare, but they are all very soft :)

warnings: overall fluff but ofc contains nsfw at the start, pet names for all, praise, protected sex, implied breeding, tickle fight (gojo), unprotected sex, creampie/breeding (geto & nanami), implied fwb, cuddling, unprotected sex, creampie/breeding (toji), protected sex, cuddling, pillow talk, p&p ref lol (choso)

ೃ⁀➷ GOJO

“oh, good girl, that’s it,” gojo mumbles out breathlessly, forehead against yours as you both come together. his lips continue to mutter out praises because he knew how much they affected you, and he hopes that you’d forget all of his saccharine words just so he could make you shiver and whimper all over again. your back arches into his hold one last time, digging your nails into his back.

“you did so well for me — shit — i didn’t think you still had any energy left,” gojo laughs breathlessly at how tired you two were after a mission, yet you know none of you could hold back on each other when passion took over. there’s a slight smile lingering on his face at your sweat-filled forehead and heaving chest and he loves, loves that he’s the only one to make you feel this way. the way moonlight weaves through the window makes you look stunning, and gojo’s smile can’t help but widen.

“what?”

he shrugs, removing his flaccid cock from you and eventually, the condom from himself. he ties a knot quickly, dumping it into the trash beside the bed, but before he can stand to get you a wet towel, he feels your weight on his arm. it makes his heart flutter and sends shivers down his spine at the thought of doing away with contraception altogether — how would you look with his baby? who’s features would they get? what— 

“satoru.” gojo snaps out of his stupor, observing silently while you moved across the bed to him (hell, you sometimes forget he has a king sized), kneeling so you’d almost be at his height. “why were you smiling at me earlier?”

he eyes you with a levelled stare, grin turning into a smirk, “nah, no, it was nothing, baby.”

“hmm… really?” your arms hang limply over his shoulders, “i feel like i should know, you know.”

gojo simply winks, cutting off the teasing atmosphere with a deep kiss before he takes advantage of the situation, hands flying to your sides and you yelp, loudly. your laughter breaks through the quietness at 1am, making your stomach hurt and body squirmy.

“just planning a tickle attack s’all, princess.”

“y-you— fiend!” you try your best to escape the torture, but gojo is relentless in seeing you suffer, his laughter mixing with yours as his initial agenda is yet again interrupted. “satoru!” you both collapse into the soft sheets, giggles slowly subsiding to broad smiles as you admire the other, and him, you.

“god, you’re beautiful.” gojo’s stare bores into you and you avoid eye contact just like every other time he’s told you that, but your lover made it a point to make it clear to you.

“i love you, my pretty girl.”

ೃ⁀➷ GETO

geto doesn’t stop giving you kisses even when he releases in you, helping you through the overstimulation by holding you tight until the euphoric feeling subsides and everything halts. there’s a moment of quietness, save for some concerned questions from your boyfriend like he hadn’t just blown your back out.

“sweetheart? you okay?” his eyebrows knit together, always worried that he might’ve hurt you in any way. but you’re always too tired to answer after, simply settling for a delicate hand to his face and a faint nod.

“kiss me,” it comes out as a whisper and dies out, dazed and still on cloud nine and geto indulges you like the lovestruck lover he is. even if he doesn’t need your palm to guide him, he lets your hand bring him right to your lips where they lay waiting. his kiss is soft, unlike before, moulding against your lips perfectly and like always, it makes you sigh and smile. “how’re your lips always so soft?”

geto smiles, hair falling from his loose hair tie. it shields his face and you think he looks like a greek god. “they just are, darling.”

your boyfriend’s always prepared when it comes to cleaning you up, so he usually has towels draped across the bedside table’s railing. wetting it with some water, he warns you gently with the free hand that strokes your thigh.

“but i also sorta use the lip balm gojo uses.” he cheekily admits, hand still diligently wiping at your core. he makes sure to cover it one, twice, thrice, before turning around to stand up. “i can buy it and we’ll share it instead.”

from here, his eyes skim over how the sheets cover you, and how your pose is provocative yet guarded — like an unnamed muse in a romanticism painting. there’s a teasing tone in your smile, a slow and languid drag to your movements. your dramatic gasp cuts off his thoughts, and your acting falls apart when you see geto’s jaw dropping in faux shock, “so you’ve been indirectly kissing your best friend this whole time? how dare you, suguru?”

geto slaps you lightly with the towel, laughing, “you’re crazy.”

“and that’s why you love me.”

he simply rolls his eyes, crawling back onto the bed to come face to face with you, the you who’s still feeling a bit playful, the you who grins at him and thinks that you like your suguru unkempt and messy and drunk in love with you.

the kiss tastes a bit like cigarettes, a little less prominent than earlier, but it tastes like him, nevertheless. “yeah, yeah. although, you’re the only one i’d wanna kiss — no one else, but you.”

ೃ⁀➷ NANAMI

nanami groans into your neck with a final thrust, skin feeling the way your body shivered and trembled at how his cock twitches in you. he pumps you full, drinking in the moans of his name and he stays sheathed in you, face buried in your neck like none other. you realise it’s his favourite position — to stay close to you, to feel your pulse, to hear the almost inaudible sounds.

“you’re perfect, fuck,” nanami says, breathless, body propped up with his elbows by your ears; and of course you’ve heard your lover swear — at gojo, at some stubborn curse, at the terrible dishwasher in your home in kuantan and at you, sometimes, but never said like this. nanami looks at you like you’ve the breeze of the beach and the sunset that dips below the horizon.

you had the privilege of seeing that everyday, yet nanami choses to look at you each time, even if you’re always fixated on the scene. today you get the chance to see the love he has stored for you within his irises, and before you can retaliate, you feel his lips on you. nanami moans into the kiss, the need to feel you again taking over him as he deepens it, kissing down your jaw and neck and chest until you remember the abandoned pancake batter you were mixing.

“kento, honey,” he hums into your chest, acting like a child dreading school. “we can’t leave the batter out in the open.”

nanami grunts, “just leave it. i’ll cook eggs and have some kaya on toast or something later.”

“but that’s exactly why we decided to cook pancakes!” you laugh softly, hands running through his blonde hair. it’s starting to whiten a bit, too, but you don’t mind. if anything, he makes getting old look good, “to have a change from our normal breakfast.”

nanami sighs, blinking tiredly at you as he lifts his head to look at you, and every time he fails to resist your expression. you’re not even doing anything, sitting there looking pretty and your husband simply can’t fathom the action of saying ‘no’. he doesn’t want to move from his place — because your profile against the endless stretch of the ocean is a vision he never thought would come true.

nanami gives in, like he always does.

“fine, you win.”

you cheer with a big grin that escalates into giggles as nanami sweeps you off the sheets, placing a kiss against your temple. he smiles at you, at the possibility of living here until he dies; and if that possibility is compromised, he’d fight to make it okay again. he would bring them to hell himself if he could.

nanami kento never liked killing curses, but for you, he would spill blood again just to keep you safe.

ೃ⁀➷ TOJI

“you’re gonna take all of my cum, yeah?” toji never gave up the chance to fuck you stupid, always propped up in some dingy motel while the money from his sorcerer missions are left on the bedside table. he has yet to splurge it, the need to gamble getting less and less the more and more he sees you. he grunts into your hair behind, one hand under your leg and the other on your waist as he spills into you.

“that’s a good whore. good job, angel,” your pupils are blown wide at the unexpected orgasm, hitting you like a truck that you’re begging for toji to slow down until he pulls out and his cum drips to the floor. but you notice he doesn’t scoop it up and tease you like always, he doesn’t tell his little insults while slipping on his pants, nor does he avoid aftercare like the lazy and non-chivalrous man he was — no, you notice the silent movements of toji. he was never this quiet, surprising you even more when he sits on the bed.

“what the hell are you starin’ at?”

you swallow. after all, he was still a large, bulking man, and while his gruff voice did wonders, it always made you a little terrified out of sex. “oh— uhm, nothing.” with another sigh from him, your curiosity gets the better of you, inching towards his side of the motel bed with cautious steps. “toji-san?”

his hands are hesitant to reach out towards you, but they make haste to grip onto your waist and although they’re nothing like the rough ones earlier, you still get a flutter in your heart at how big his hands seem to be. they wrap around your waist before his head falls onto your stomach. too scared to ask, you just settle for playing with his hair, content with the warmness of the embrace.

“you make me confused, woman.”

frowning, you raise his head from his safe place, “how so?”

you’re careful, because you know about toji’s past through rumours, you know about his hesitancy to show vulnerability. you’re holding his heart, and you’re hoping the words you mutter out don’t shatter and make him bleed again. toji grunts, yanking you down to sit beside him before staring into space as the night winds down. you can both hear the rooms quietening down and the world going to sleep.

“i don’t like this.”

and your heart breaks, because of how toji hates love and how every experience has never ended positively. we fuck and i leave, got it? if you tell me you like me or something, i’m breaking this off. so you lean forward to hold his cheek, offering a small smile.

“it’s okay if you don’t, i’ll be here no matter how you’re feeling; i won’t even say a word.”

toji curls his lip in disgust, but you know he doesn’t mean it when he grabs your hand, “that line was cheesy. i fuckin’ hate it.”

“it was good, i liked it.”

he only shakes his head with a sigh and lies down along with a gesture that says are you coming or what? before your smile is uncontainable and you’re moving to his side. even if you’ve only known what his body feels against you, you’re already hoping it’d happen again and toji reluctantly feels the same, wrapping an arm around your waist with lips to your hair. your heart soars when he doesn’t move away from your hand interlacing with his.

“not a word.”

you giggle at his tone, and the harshness of it. and if you read in between the lines, you’d see that there’s a bit of endearment in him, you just hoped you had the rest of your life to make him love love again.

ೃ⁀➷ CHOSO

“oh my, you feel so g-good,” choso has been brought down to nothing but whimpers as he reaches his high, knuckles white as he grips onto your ass tightly. it feels heavenly, and for a curse who doesn’t exactly know what he’s doing in the human realm, choso feels heavenly as he chants out your name like a mantra. his hips buck into you, chasing the last bit of his orgasm with you.

breathing together, you hold his face gently as you bask in the tender moment. his skin is pale and matches the rays from the moon, a glimpse of the sickly white colour that otherwise decorates the rock in space. no words are exchanged between the two of you, but you nod in question and he replies with the same gesture.

“i didn’t think it would feel this good,” he sighs, removing his hair ties from his twin buns as it’s all been messed up, letting his hair fall about his nape and shoulders. “thank you, darling.”

you make a noise, flustered at the pet name he uses, vaguely remembering talking about human relationships to him. so names like baby cakes are too cheesy, and anything beyond that is even worse — but what do you like, (y/n)? choso merely smiles at your reaction, pulling you to his chest to flip you over.

“i’ll pull out now, okay?” he whispers and when he hears a small okay from you, he pulls out and removes the condom. “are you okay, darling?”

“yes, yes i am, choso.” leaning up, you plant a small peck on his lips. “you sure are learning fast, aren’t you?” it garners a smile from the other because he knows what you’re talking about, and he plans to use it if it makes you stumble over your words and heat up and cover your face.

“i have a good teacher.” there’s the soft look in choso’s eyes. it’s one where you don’t notice as you train with yuji and trim his hair. there’s also his slight smile. it’s when he doesn’t want you to find out how high up on cloud nine he is when you play with his hair, and among other things. in this moment, it’s perfect, you think — lost in each other with no words muttered. you smile and choso smiles, and then laughter spills from you and he follows.

“i love you,” the words wouldn’t even need to be said, but choso says it anyway. his voice breaks and he sounds like he’s going to cry just holding you, but your beauty washes it away and he reminds himself not to sob over something that’s not lost. after all, you have bewitched him, body and soul — to be away from you would be a crime that he would never want to commit in his long life. not now, not in the future.

loved writing this but imma go to sleep now. love & reblogs are appreciated <3

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TAG the gender you’re writing for and the pronouns they use. TAG mentions of specific gendered genitalia and gendered pet names.

It sucks when I go to read nsfw x reader fanfic and find out that it’s written for women too late. It gives me major dysphoria. I can’t count the number of times I start a fic and find out that it’s for female readers in the middle of it. I don’t wanna experience my favorite characters misgendering me just like the people in real life do.

And even if no specific pronouns are used, having a female coded character that isn’t tagged does the same thing. I’m not a woman in touch with her feminine side that loves wearing dresses and cooking and having children. Having to experience those things in a post that isn’t specifically for a “female” reader or is labeled as “no pronouns used” is still going to give some of us afab trans people dysphoria.

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I don’t normally ask for a lot but please help my friend find her sister, the last time she was seen was august 4th 2022 around 6 am. She was wearing black and red plaid pajama pants and a black hoodie. Last places she was seen was 3110 Norway pl norfolk virginia. She’s a black girl around 5’5 with brown hair and blonde dyed tips and faded red streaks in her hair.

@seraphsanzu @strawberriebunn @kyovtani (sorry for tagging y’all i just need to get a boost 😞)

no one talks about how when you create master lists and navigations and all that aesthetic jazz you develop a crippling addiction to editing it rather than writing

ok ok I think I'm all done with the masterlist for now!!

Agreed honestkly

[doing a school play]

Todoroki: [as the fairy god mother] Kind hearted Cinderella, I will grant you one wish tonight.

Bakugou: [forced to be Cinderella] Lovely. Burn the ballroom down to ashes!

Todoroki: That’s a crime. Try again with a kinder, purer wish.

I love this panel with my entire existence