"Darling,"you start, leaning further down to speak closer to his ear. The responsive shiver trailing through his body doesn't go unnoticed. "Do you want me to try and help you relax a little?" The ask is not subtle at all, you didn't mean for it to be, forward about the desire.

His hand lays over yours upon letting it trail down slightly, fingers cold with remaining anxieties. Choso looks up now, puppy-eyes even more tempting — though that's not his intention. "Y/n…" his hand pulls yours back up, keeping it at a safe distance from his crotch, "I don't think we should." You can't help but chuckle when he hides his face in your shoulder, keeping you from seeing the blush along his cheeks, he's gotten so shy with this new body of his, it's irresistible.

"Why not, hm?" you nuzzle his loose hair, enjoying the softness against your face, "I miss you, baby. When was the last time I got to feel you?"

He whines, your words clearly working him up. Still, he stays hidden and keeps your hand securely high on his stomach. "What if it hurts the baby?" His question is barely a mumble, clearly embarrassed, clearly still wanting. And even after your reassurance it won't, he stays reluctant. "Then… what if you don't like my… my body anymore?"

You pull back, a hand under Choso's chin making him face you. "You know better than to say stuff like that." Your tone makes him avert his eyes, still clinging to you, still red from his blush. "Lay back, baby. I'll go slow, okay? If something feels wrong we can stop."

Your gentle smile seems to convince him, finally allowing you to lay him down, lips caressing his with suppressed eagerness — it really has been a long time. His kiss starts shy, soon infected by the lust you can't hide, and he's sighing into your mouth, the roll of his hips revealing he's just as desperate as you. "See, sweetheart? You need this just as bad," you murmur against him, hands making quick work of his sweats and panties, letting your touch trail teasingly slow up his inner thigh.

Choso's fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt, gasping when you make contact with his cunt. He's wet, not much, but the subtle slick pooling by his hole is a welcome feeling, one missed for too long. Your fingertip coats with the lube easily, spreading it upwards to his clit. You haven't touched him in so long, he's even more responsive than usual, whining as soon as you touch the sensitive bud.

You enjoy yourself, rubbing and flicking in rhythms you'd never unlearn, drinking up each moan and twitch from your pregnant boyfriend. When you move down to slide a finger into him, Choso tenses up, eyes slightly widened through the haze of pleasure. "I'll go slow," you reassure again before he has to say anything, earning a pout and soft permission through a whispered "Okay."

Kisses find his face while your finger slowly intrudes the tightness of Choso's pussy, centimeter by centimeter allowing his body to adjust to you again. "You got tight, baby," you tease absentmindedly while you slide in and out of him, enjoying how wet he's getting. Until your eyes find his, widened and filled with unfiltered anxiety once more.

"W-what if it doesn't fit?" he finally dares to ask after a moment of prying, lips quivering, legs closing around your wrist. You want to laugh, really do, but you know better than that by now.

Instead, you work against the pressure of his closed thighs, pulling out to carefully pry a second finger next to the first one. Still, you can't help a small chuckle when he moans unexpectedly loud at the stretch. "No need to worry," you smirk, closely listening to the subtle squelch of his pussy, "your body already remembers who it belongs to, see?"

Choso fights it for another moment, face scrunched, legs closed before the feeling of you back inside him convinces relaxation to take over his overthinking brain, and his thighs fall apart for you, so does his face, finally slack with shy moans blessing your ears. Only a few more thrusts before you deem him ready, and the nervousness returns as soon as you align your freed cock with his soaked pussy.

"Focus on me," you mumble, kissing him slow and deep before beginning to move your hips. His insides open up for you, soft and familiar, and you make sure to choose a pace that wouldn't spook his restless mind. You stop when he tenses, run your tongue over his until those muscles around your dick give in, and keep pushing, slower than ever before until you're finally all the way inside.

It takes a few deep breaths for you to control yourself, working hard for a steady voice when you check in, make sure Choso's still okay.

"Y-yes," his arms wrap around your neck, hiding himself in the curve of your shoulder, "please… move?"

You follow his request effortlessly, just as pent up, secretly worried you won't last until he comes.

Your worries vanish when he gets squirmy after only few thrusts, shy gasps and whines and twitchy hips too telling. "Can you rub me?" the request is rushed, clearly said with as much embarrassment as desperation. That embarrassment is forgotten as soon as you follow the request, circling his clit with one goal in mind; make him come before you.

Your thrusts get sloppy just when his moans turn into frantic little pleas, cunt tightening impossibly around you, and you swear it's tighter than it used to be, making you unable to deny yourself any longer. You follow his orgasm by just a second, pressing deep to shoot your load where it has taken seed once already, still you fill him like it's your mission once more. You need a second to catch your breath after, comfortably softening inside him, so warm and plush, you don't feel like pulling out at all.

Choso looks comfortably flushed, a floaty look in his eyes, perfect contrast to the stress that's been building up the past weeks. You can't help the lovesick smile forming on your lips. "Feel better?"

Mammon:

he’s a little panicked

so scared of making something worse

super gentle with you

will offer to go after the person you broke up with, he never liked them anyway

drags you to some parties and gambling to take your mind off things

def spoils you and gets in trouble for overcharging Goldie (again)

will be awkward if you cry around him, but he’s trying his best!! :(

Leviathan:

argh, this is why he doesn’t leave his room!

keeps you captive now lol, just stay with him so the gruesome outside world won’t make things worse

anime watching 24/7

((ones without any sad scenes in them, Levi can’t handle you crying))

if you play games together, he’ll let you win

sad puppy eyes, he won't stop secretly looking over to make sure you're enjoying yourself

Satan:

loses his mind

whoever broke up with you/you broke up with will have a very unpleasant talk with him

it doesn’t matter if you don’t want Satan to hurt them, the demon just can’t control himself when he sees you upset

besides that, he has an awesome cure for your sadness!

cozy coloring books!! and lots of cats!!!!

Asmodeus:

oh noooo :((

if you cry he will cry with you

prepare for so much self-care

and lots up hyping up!! let’s go and find someone new for you, mc!

or just someone that can distract you for a little :)

maybe that someone will be Asmo himself ;) ?

Beelzebub:

huh :(((((

mc? why are you upset, please tell him how he can make it better

he’ll be so concerned, won’t even eat until he knows you’re not about to die

will spoil you with so much self-cooked food

only the best for his mc!

he tries to cheer you up lots, also the best at comforting if you cry around him (bear hugs for days)

Belphegor:

well, it’s safe to say that whoever did this to you is dead.

he kind of pretends this isn’t too big of a deal

will hold you tighter when you cuddle though

and forces you to nap with him… 24/7 (sleep solves everything :3)

His promise does little to soothe your nerves. The office is empty, but not closed, anyone could walk in, could see you and the hero- you don't even want to think about it. Still, you don't stop him when he starts kneeling, still in uniform, still with that grin you have to look away from. Your eyes rake the empty desks, the doors, the windows while Keigo pulls your pants low easily, revealing how embarrassingly hard you are. It's impossible to play coy when he gets you going with just his presence.

Your eyes close when his lips wrap around you, tongue quivering under a desperate whimper. You curse yourself for being so down bad. Hawk's pushed up glasses bump your fingertips as you reach for the back of his head, unable to stop yourself the second you're further inside his mouth, needing the tightness of Keigo's throat, no matter how humiliating and risky it feels to indulge the hero.

You try not to, but eventually give in to the urge to look down. Bad mistake. He meets your eyes easily, crinkling under a grin he can't fully express with a mouth full of cock, and you have to physically push a hand over your lips to keep from making too much noise. Your eyes snap up when one of the office doors down the hall suddenly falls shut, and your heart nearly stops when your name is called.

Panicked you stare down, but Keigo is no use, even more eager with the added risk, and now you're forced to say something only for the sake of covering up his obscene slurping. Your only option is a silent prayer for your voice not to give out when you inevitably orgasm right in the middle of making up some excuse about paperwork-

Dabi

Dabi eagerly pushes his hips back against you, tempo encouraging the hard thrusts, continuously slapping into the roundness of his ass. It's loud, not even close to sneaky, like you tried. He doesn't bother sticking to the plan anyways, grunting like you're the only two people in the building as he takes your cock way too easily for someone who claims to be straight.

The villain's knuckles strain against the edge of the desk you have him bent over, clearly close, easily getting there with your steady pace, chasing your orgasm shamelessly. Until there's a noise. You stop, buried inside, your hands holding his hip in place while you turn to the dark hallway, unable to see anything, but alert now.

"Why the fuck did you stop!?" he snarls, looking back with furrowed brows, revealing the blush sitting just atop his cheeks.

"Shut up, I heard something," you spit back, leaning over him slightly to speak more quietly, "I think someone woke up…"

Dabi only groans in annoyance, but his attention moves to the hallway your eyes are glued to, quiet for a moment. Though that caution is disregarded soon, Dabi readjusting to brace his arms on the table, giving him enough leverage to break the hold of your hands and thrust himself back on your cock.

"Ignore it," he hisses, still definitely quieter than before, "probably just Shigaraki being a creep-" a small gasp interrupts him when you push your hips forward, hand sneaking around his head to place over his mouth, keeping him quiet while pulling him closer.

His whole body shivers against you, a helpless mewl in response to your fastened thrusts useless against your palm. "Keep quiet. He doesn't need to know it's us."

Shigaraki Tomura

It's messy, way more messy than you had planned for…. not that you planned for this at all. Still, finally, after years of fantasizing and sucking up and being so very perfect, you finally have Tomura's dick in your hand, constricted by messily opened pants, but warm and heavy rubbing against your palm. He pants into your mouth, open and unexpectedly shameless as he fumbles with your zipper, soon shoving into your boxers, mirroring your movement.

It's so hot, you feel lightheaded, jerking each other off with this sticky desperation, purposely sneaky behind a cracked door of the hideout, though not very successful. You can't help your moans, and neither can Tomura, whimpering with every squeeze, shyly thrusting against your hand, the rhythm similar to yours. You're not sure if he's done this before, with a man or anyone for that matter, cutely eager and vulnerable, a kind of state you haven't seen the LOV-leader in before You decide right here you'll never get enough of this.

Shigaraki curses against your lips while pressing closer, somewhat frantic, too aware of the impending return of the others, and you can't help but feel the same. It's a stolen moment, and you know it, feel it even under the shaking of his fingers, the subtle hesitancy in Tomura's hips, and the intensity of his sudden flinch when the voices of your crew members reach you.

"Come on, we'll miss it!" Finally, you get him out of bed, Xavier's eyes not even fully open as you pull him out of the apartment, up the stairs and onto the roof, knowingly ignoring any protests. There's relief washing over you when you see the moon just barely shadowed in the sky. Before you can turn to your boyfriend, he's already leaning against your side, resting his entire weight on you with a sleepy hum, almost pleased.

"Look, Xavier," you try to encourage him, turning your head to see his eyes closed, peaceful on your shoulder, gently nudging him awake again. He barely manages to focus his gaze, scanning the sky with a small huff. He finally finds the moon, attention remaining in the sky for a solid moment, face struck by wonder.

"It's… pretty," Xavier acknowledges before yawning, and burying his face in your shoulder again, cutely clinging to your arm, legs clearly weak from tiredness. You can't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, like you, dork," you reach out to ruffle his hair, allowing him to lean into the affection with a smile. Silence spreads, and it feels too peaceful to be real, the scenery of a sleeping city below, and a swaying Xavier pressed to your side taken straight from a dream. "…I assume you don't want to watch the whole thing?"

He hums, heavily turning his head again, tired blue eyes observing the eclipse once more. "I don't mind staying here," he mumbles, and his smile under the dimmed moonlight makes you melt, "as long as I can keep holding you like this…"

Rafayel

It's eerily quiet. The ocean below you barely moves, lazy waves lapping at your ankles like a gentle caress, your feet safely engulfed by the bearably cool water. Rafayel sits behind you, his arms linked around your torso securely, chin resting on your shoulder. The last you heard of him was a complaint when you adjusted your position — since then, it's only been gentle breaths petting your skin, more peaceful than you're used to.

The moon is half-covered by shadow now, time, and silence starting to get to you — your lids feel heavy. It's almost too easy to drift off, perfectly able to lean your weight into the man behind you, your breaths evening out, the world soon disappearing behind blissful darkness. Until Rafayel interrupts it.

"No falling asleep, cutie."

His voice is so soft, you almost consider it imagination. Still, it pulls you back, eyes lazily focused on the half-moons reflection in the water, serene, and almost too pretty to be considered entirely real. "Sorry," you mumble, smiling to yourself. Rafayel is so calm, you can't help but imagine it must be the eclipse's doing. Moon, and ocean are closely connected, after all. He told you that often enough over the past weeks. "I'm cold…"

Your whisper evokes slight movement, Rafayel's hands shifting to cover yours, holding them tight and warm while he nuzzles the side of his face against yours. "It's not long now," his tender voice rings through your ears, making it even harder to stay awake, "I'll even make you hot chocolate when we're home."

The offer is soothing, and you can't help but sigh, feeling strangely floaty pressed tight against your lover, feet submerged in the ocean, the eclipse watching over you. And through it all, there's something growing tighter between you and Rafayel, a bond only a shadowed moon can testify, knotting deep, and forever.

Sylus

You wake up in Sylus' arms, no longer in your bed, but carried through the room towards the balcony, the sky and apartment dark, even quieter than usual. "Sylus?" you mumble, more sleep than sense in your voice as you look up at the man for reassurance.

He smiles, secure with the gesture, allowing a very warm, very safe feeling to fill you from the inside out. "You said you wanted to see the eclipse, remember?" Sylus speaks easily, the warmth of his voice contrasting the sudden cool air embracing you as he steps onto the balcony. You're nestled into his lap as he places himself on the balcony couch, one arm remaining warm around your body.

"… but it's so late," you protest weakly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before glimpsing at the sky, curious despite your fatigue. It's already partly covered, and the visual catches you in total awe, unable to take your attention off the dark red celestial body. Not even Sylus' deep chuckle makes you turn your gaze away.

"It seems worth losing some sleep over, don't you think?" his fingers brush your forehead, making sure there's no hair obstructing your view. You can feel his eyes trained intensely on you, yet the eclipse is too captivating to return his gaze. His face suddenly presses against your jaw, nuzzling shamelessly. "Make a wish, kitten."

You finally turn, unable to help a sheepish giggle, "That's not how eclipses work, Sylus…"

He returns your smile, countering with a deep hum before turning your attention back to the sky with two fingers pinching your chin. "It is now. Go ahead, Y/n… I'll make anything come true."

Caleb

You're not mad. Not even disappointed. It's not Caleb's fault he was called in last minute, merely hours before the eclipse you two planned to watch together and have been looking forward to for weeks now. Still, there's a knot twisting in your stomach as you walk up the bridge, overseeing countless military aircraft, maintenance areas, landing stripes; soldiers running, walking, working.

You can see the moon from here, hovering over the military base, already starting to darken, blood red, and everything you could have wanted out of an eclipse. But without Caleb, and spent here it's barely anything at all. Just another day. Just another moon. Just another plan stripped away because of your boyfriend's duty. Whatever.

Noticeably louder authoritarian steps interrupt your sigh, and you know Caleb's approaching you before you turn your head. "It started already?" his voice easily rings over the background noise. You don't look, simply leaning onto the railing, shrugging disinterested. Despite convincing yourself you're not mad or disappointed, there's a sting you can't hide. He chuckles at your reaction. "Don't be upset, pipsqueak…" Caleb's arms cage you in, the cold leather of his uniform now pressed against your back, strangely warm in a way. "I'm here now, aren't I?"

"I'm not upset," you mumble, the pout audible. He only laughs, familiarly vibrating against your shoulders as you press back subtly, and you two fit like puzzle pieces when he decides to lean down, chin resting on your shoulder, his lips so close to the side of your face. Shyly, your eyes cast down, observing his gloved hands curling around the railing next to yours, tempting to touch.

"What's wrong?" you try not to sound too distressed, brows furrowed, lips barely wiped with the back of your hand.

Satoru's lips tremble under a suppressed sob, quickly turning his head away further. "H-hey, don't stop-" he tries to overplay it weakly, a hand on your shoulder attempting to guide you downwards again. You don't move, but inquiring what caused this burst of emotion only gets a choked "'s embarrassing…" in response.

"God- fuck," he finally breaks, the hand on your shoulder tightening just so as he speaks, words overcoming the shakiness of his voice barely, "you just… make me feel like that. So warm… I don't- I can't-" his hand moving to cover his mouth stops his words and more threatening sniffles, eyes shutting along, forcing few more tears over his cheeks. Your heart aches.

"You're so stupid sometimes," you mumble, kissing the falling tears, hands trailing over his sides, soothing for you and him, "I love you. You deserve to be taken care of..." The words rip another audible sob from him, and you lower yourself down again, trailing kisses along Satoru's toned stomach. "Now relax. Let me finish here, baby."

Geto Suguru

Suguru's pace is steady, perfectly deep, perfectly fast, perfectly tender in a way only Suguru can be. Strong arms cage you in, keep you in place despite pleasure making you writhe and move in directions you can barely control, lost in the feeling, lost in the sound of him panting above you, groaning and growling into your shoulder as he leans down to bury his face there. Until the scene is disrupted by a sound very unfamiliar for the setting. A whimper followed by a tiny sniffle, just loud enough to catch your attention.

"S-suguru?" you pant through the haze of sex, cloudy mind clearing way too slow, "What's wrong? Hey, stop, what's going on?"

His thrusts finally halt, though his face remains buried, heavy breath mixing with the occasional, but very obvious sob. "Sorry," he manages from between clenched teeth, "just… give me a second."

You try to swallow the lump in your throat, awkward with his cock still too deep to function, and you move your hand to the back of his head, gently stroking through the strands, trying to calm without pushing him. "… did I do something?" your voice is small, careful, almost scared of the answer.

"No." The response is immediate, and immediately soothing, too. Suguru finally removes himself from the safety of your shoulder, glassy eyes meeting yours. Your fingers wipe his tears on instinct. "I just," his hips start moving again, slow now, sensual, "… it's hard to believe you still trust me after everything." Your breath hitches, both in response to the spot his dick hits, and the words he's speaking. "I love you, Y/n." His lips caress your forehead, the gesture so gentle it feels imagined. "I'd never hurt you. I promise."

Nanami Kento

Kento's fingers pump into you, routinely knowing exactly the pace and angle to make you cry out his name, your back arched, desperately pressing your hips lower onto his intrusion. The flesh of his bicep caves under your grip, nails digging into the muscle as you get closer, so desperate for him to bring you to your peak. One glimpse at his face pulls you out completely.

"Baby?" you pant, furrowing your brows at him, effectively getting his fingers to stop, and unusually glassy eyes to focus on yours. A smile so gentle it makes you melt all over again graces his features, slightly calming your concern.

"I'm sorry, my darling," Kento murmurs, so focused on you, it's like you two are the only people in the world in this moment, "you look so beautiful."

You cup his face, thumb wiping where tears threaten to fall, unable to stop yourself from mirroring his smile. "You look like you're about to cry," you whisper, the hint of a pout in your tone. It's truly unfair how loved this man can make you feel.

"I can't help it." His fingers start massaging your insides again, pressing upwards in deliberate circles, his eyes following every pleasure-ridden expression controlling your features. Kento's kiss is intense, inhaling your scent deep as his lips caress yours, and your orgasm falls over you, the peak of this intimate moment making you proclaim your pleasure past his lips.

But the demon's mind is far from the words in front of him, secretly wandering through distant lands of imagination instead of enjoying the written ones before him — his thoughts as he looks at you keep swirling back to the same idea.

Dating you. Asking you out on a date. Sweeping you off your feet with his mannerism and winning your heart for himself. But it's harder than he likes to admit. Even though humans and demons aren't so different, demon dating rituals can be quite... brutal. And Satan has a feeling that wouldn't be your style.

So he's been wrecking his brain for a proper date idea, and even though Satan knows he can just ask what you want to do, the hopeless romantic side of him doesn't comply with such simple solution. He finds reading countless human romance books to be a much better idea, even if it's time-consuming.

Your voice rips Satan out of his thoughts, a glowing red blush covering his cheeks as he realizes you did catch him staring. For an embarrassingly long time.

"What'cha reading?" you playfully repeat your question, having noticed Satan's flustered state.

He bashfully averts his eyes, no longer able to look at you now that you caught him, instead focusing on the book in his hands, maybe a bit too much. He tells you its title, and tries his best to sound confident though he still can't look into your eyes.

"Sounds fun! Why don't you come to my room later and tell me about it?"

He finally looks up again, his eyes wonderingly big. Are you asking him on a date right now? Is this how humans do it? So easily? He can't deny it makes his heart flutter, even more as your confident gaze lingers over him. Satan musters a polite smile before agreeing gently, fighting the storm screaming YES inside him.

"A surprise, hm?" Xavier mutters, seeming deep in thought at the sight, his thumb brushing the silver crystal. You can hear the breathless laugh your gasp evokes when he presses against it.

Xavier's other hand finds your upper thigh, squeezing teasingly from the back before it sneaks around, fingers provoking against your arousal. "You seem to be enjoying your surprise too…" the statement is accompanied by a pleased hum when you involuntarily push back against him, chasing the friction. "So needy…."

He curiously pulls on the toy, enjoying the squirming it gets out of you. You feel his body heat when he steps closer, hips gently pressing against the back of your thighs, and you desperately try not to push back again, attempting to keep some dignity. It barely works when Xavier leans over you, leaving kisses along your spine with loving intent.

"Then… I hope you won't mind if I take my time enjoying this," he breathes against your skin, hands on your hips to pull you against his growing bulge, "don't worry. I'll make sure you'll enjoy it as well."

Zayne

//slapping

"You're pretty like this, Y/n," Zayne comments after another long passage of silent work time. You like hearing the compliment, knowing that you're doing your job — being pretty for him, bent over his desk, plugged up with the prettiest jewel. Work support as you called it.

You wiggle your hips in response to his words, cheekily looking back, though Zayne's already back to focusing on his documents, frustratingly so. Because with each passing paper he finishes and audibly lays to the side, you get needier. The pressure builds until you're unable to resist. Zayne notices immediately when you sneak a hand between your thighs, a small tsk making you jump and pull your touch away.

But clearly, Zayne doesn't deem that to be enough, a sudden slap on your ass making you jump. It wasn't hard, but startles you nonetheless, evoking a small gasp followed by a whine, again pushing your ass towards him, knowingly temping.

"Don't whine. You said you'd wait until I'm done. So wait." Maybe a pout will get him to finish quicker… It only earns another small slap. "Don't test me, sweetheart. I wouldn't mind spending the night in the office."

Sylus

//semi-public, multiple orgasms

Horrible idea. Maybe the worst one you've had so far. By now, you're not even sure what possessed you to do this — slip a butt plug in before date night with Sylus, completely miscalculating the bike ride to the location. Your whole body is on fire, legs hurting, brain buzzing. You came maybe twice. Or three times. You can't even tell, everything is numb with pleasure and wet with release, and the bike is still vibrating mercilessly against the toy.

If Sylus has noticed your squirming, he hasn't said anything yet, a trusted driver, his back warm and safe against your chest, though like this, you just feel dirty and shameful clinging to him. Finally arriving at the venue isn't as much of a release as you had hoped it'd be. You barely get off the bike. legs too wobbly, forcing you to hold onto Sylus. He raises a brow at you.

"What's got you so shaken up, kitten?"

You contemplate for a moment, leaning against the safety Sylus provides. No way you can sit down in that restaurant. No way. A quick glance around the parking lot promises privacy, and you make your decision. A hearty laugh rings through the space after you guided Sylus' hand down your pants and let him feel the toy inside of you.

"Oh, how naughty," he muses, pressing against the jewel, thoroughly enjoying your protesting squeal, "then, should we go back home? Or is sitting through dinner just the right punishment for thinking you could get away with this."

Caleb

//creampie, overstimulation

Caleb groans into your ear, shamelessly lost in pleasure as he comes, hard and deep after using your ass, his release filling your insides with sticky warmth. He keeps fucking it deeper, small ruts against your insides to fuck the seed as deep as he can, always obsessed with filling you up.

"Fuck- pipsqueak," he pants, a sheer layer of sweat shiny on his forehead, bicep shaking as he keeps holding himself up through the primal forces of lust. "Can you keep this inside for me?" Caleb groans into your ear, snapping his hips forward again.

You barely manage to nod before Caleb reaches over into the nightstand, focused and eager to pull one of the butt plugs out of it. His eyes rake you, twirling the toy between his fingers, taking in the sight of you still fucked out on his cock before he pulls out, eyes shining when his semen starts to leak out.

"I should reapply I think," you announce innocently, smiling up at him when he shifts, moving the glasses to muster you with deep green eyes.

"I agree sun protection is important," you ignore the slightly amused tone just barely layering his usual aloofness, and already start to spread the cream over his arm, definitely not squeezing his bicep more than necessary in the process, "but you're… overdoing it a little."

You hum, only pretending to listen while your mind is fully occupied with the slick feeling of his pecs molding under your touch, eyes trained on the plump muscles until Zayne catches your wrist, stopping your movement. His eyes are already on yours when you look up, exaggeratedly innocent.

"If you wanted to spend the evening touching me," Zayne leans a little closer, just enough to lower his voice, "we should have stayed in the hotel…"

Sylus

Sylus's brows furrow when you hold his face in place, deliberately rubbing the sunscreen in circles into his forehead. The chances of it blending in properly seem slim.

"You applied too much again, am I right?" he scolds, the corners of his lips pulling down slightly, the annoyance visible.

"No…?" you suggest, although not very convincing. Leaning back slightly, his face looks comically white, covered in one too many layers of sunscreen, but your admiration is cut short when he opens his eyes and removes your hand from his face with dominant fingers.

"Enough now. The sun is setting anyway, sweetie. Focus on that."

Your hand relaxes in his hold when you turn your head, attention fully captured by the the first minutes of an orange-tinted sky, so enamored, you have no time to react when Sylus sneakily smears a blob of sunscreen right in the center of your nose.

"Hey-" he cuts you off by wrapping his arm around your waist, easily pulling you against his side, a way too triumphant smirk pulling his lips.

"Don't get upset, kitten. We'll take a shower later."

Caleb

You absentmindedly watch a small group of kids playing further down the beach, the atmosphere serene, especially calm with Caleb dozing next to you, spread out on his back in the bright blue swim-trunks you can't take your eyes off for too long. As your eyes scan over the hardened muscles shifting with every breath, you really can't help the tingle of excitement sparking in your stomach.

Two wolves keep growling in your head — one arguing to allow Caleb some peace for once, and let the colonel rest, the other to bother him, be annoying, get his attention any way possible. The latter seems to be winning.

"Whoa!" Caleb sits up aburptly when you squirt the cold sunscreen directly onto his abs without any warning. The surprised look on his face is pricelessly adorable, eyes wide, lips parted, staring at you after identifying you as the culprit.

"Sorry," you grin, entirely unapologetic, reaching out into the small puddle on his stomach, spreading the cream, "you definetely need reapplying, though!" The ridges of his muscles feel satisfyingly textured under your touch, flexing shortly before going fully soft as he lets himself fall back onto the towel, groaning playfully.

"C'mere, baby."

His head snaps up, red-lined eyes wide with surprise — you usually don't regard him the evening after a job. Despite being visibly anxious, he obeys, careful steps on carpet until he's in front of you, hands hidden beneath hoodie sleeves, lips stretched under nervous teeth. You pull him onto your lap with ease, feeling how tense his muscles are against your body.

"What're you thinking about, bunny?" you murmur against his warm neck, letting your lips brush shivering skin.

Choso shakes his head, thighs shifting over yours, seated like a princess on her throne, just without the confidence of one. "Nothing…" he mutters, ducking his head away when your hand moves to his waist, quietly possessive.

"Don't lie." The warning has him bite the inside of his cheek, unable to help the drop of his stomach. He almost feels guilty, being so intimidated by you despite dating for so long, but it's hard not to feel this way — not when you're keeping obvious secrets, when you look at him like he's prey, when you make him feel small with just a touch.

He lays a hand over yours, fingers slightly cool, and clearly looking for reassurance as he speaks, voice shakily aware of the usually avoided topic. "I was wondering how your job went…?"

He doesn't expect much more than your usual silence about it, maybe a small scolding for bringing it up. Instead, you pull him closer, pressing right against him, your breath warm against his ear. "Good." After all, what's the secrecy for, anyways? Choso's not stupid, he notices the stench when you get home, the look in your eyes, the obscene amount of money after each job. "Does what I do scare you?"

Choso barely swallows the gasp when he hears the question, and feels your hand descend to his thighs, mindlessly stroking over clothed skin. Not only is this the most you've allowed the topic to persist, but that tone you're using is carrying the conversation in a direction he'd not have expected… ever. And despite the feeling that this is some kind of trap, Choso answers naively honest, "… yeah."

You hum, easily repositioning him on your lap, Choso's back pressing against your chest now, legs forced to spread over your thighs. He doesn't protest, so used to being moved around and arranged how you like him, he barely even notices — even relaxes into your touch as you trail down his stomach, chin hooking over his shoulder. "Then…" his hand wraps around your wrist when your fingers unexpectedly breach his waistband, intruding the warmth simmering below, "are you scared of me, hm?"

The little resistance he put up vanishes into a pretty whine as soon as your fingers slide deeper, trespassing his trimmed curls into a surprisingly soaked slit — so much, even his panties cling with wetness to the back of your fingers. "N-no," he gasps in response to your question, hips twitching against your touch, confirming he is as needy as his pussy suggests.

"… lying to me again?" your fingers spread his folds, rubbing between them without much pressure — teasing.

Choso can't help but squirm, trying to get you to stimulate his clit, trying to avoid your question, trying everything but to think about that dark undertone lacing your words, spiking his heartbeat once more. You're patient with your touch, moving further down to the source of his gushing need before stroking back up, ignoring the twitch of Choso's hips with amused ease.

He gives in with a quiet whine, clearly embarrassed, and maybe nervous to admit it. "Y-you scare me, Y/n… sometimes."

Your middle finger slips inside with no resistance, engulfed by weeping warmth, and textured flesh, the intrusion rewarded with Choso's surprised moan, and the downward motion of his pelvis, pressing his ass perfectly against your swelling crotch.

"Good boy." You gently kiss his shoulder, slowly moving your finger in and out of him while shifting to suck and bite along his neck, tender but undeniably possessive. "What exactly scares you, bunny? Tell me, I'll reward you." Your cock twitches in anticipation, proving restraint to be a challenge.

It's subtle, but Choso shakes his head, unwilling to share the anxieties floating through his head, uselessly hoping you'd let him off the hook. He realizes how little chance he has of avoiding it when you pull your finger out and decide to circle his clit instead, far too slow to be truly pleasurable. You feel the deeply settled shudder move through his body as he tries to sort his thoughts.

"I'm…" your finger slides back into him, this time accompanied by another, "scared of what you can do…" Choso's body fights the disparity between the contents of his speech, and how safe, and loved your languid thrusts feel, "scared you'll- ah-" you push upwards, massaging into his g-spot familiarly, making it harder for his rapidly melting brain to form words, "you'll hurt m-me-"

"That's not my plant," you state dryly, fully confident now, eyes shifting to Izuku, who looks like guilt might just swallow him right there.

He presses his lips together before finally meeting your eyes, glassy and so remorseful. "I'm sorry…" his voice cracks halfway through, "I thought you wouldn't notice…" Izuku reaches for the plant, pulling it toward himself like taking back the mistake of replacing it. His fingers play with the leaves nervously.

The sight is so cute, you really can't stay mad at him, slowly pushing the pot back to where it stood. "Don't worry about it," you lean close to kiss his forehead, fingers ruffling his hair. "Thanks for getting me a new one."

Bakugou Katsuki

Katsuki looks more pissed about this situation than he should be. It was your plant after all, yet your boyfriend stares at the wilted plant on your desk like it personally offends him. "… maybe she just didn't like you…" you suggest carefully, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, trying to hide your amusement.

"Tsk," he crosses his arms in front of his chest, turning his face away from the situation entirely. "Not my fault it's so damn weak."

"Didn't say it was your fault," you reassure, pulling him closer by his wrist, and resting your head on his shoulder, still smiling while looking at the dead plant. It's kind of cute Katsuki couldn't keep it alive for two weeks. "Let's go plant shopping tomorrow. Find a stronger one just for you." Hiding your grin is futile at this point.

"Dumbass."

Dabi

"Dabi, what the hell!?"

The villain takes his time strolling to your room, leisurely chewing on one of the snacks you brought him, audacious as always. "What?"

"My plant?? You said you'd take care of it," you glare at him, pointing to the sad, brownish grey thing that's left of your leafy companion. Dabi's brows rise, looking past you to where you're pointing, face reflecting the slightest bit of recognition.

"Riiiight…" he takes another bite, "I knew I was forgetting something…"

"I really liked that thing you know?" your glare earns a small scoff before he steps closer, pulling you in without shame.

"Don't pout. I'll dig up a new one, kay?"

Shigaraki Tomura

You two stare at the empty space on your desk in silence, slight frown over Tomura's features, contrasting your confused look. "Where's my plant?"

"Gone."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Means it's gone." Tomura turns to leave the room and the topic behind, though you're not ready to let it go this easily. Your hand catches his wrist keeping him within the potential crime scene. You ignore the huff of disproval.

Squeezing his wrist, you meet your boyfriend's eyes, unable to stop yourself from smiling slightly. "Either you threw it out or you dusted it, which one is it?"

He tilts his head away, allowing his smooth locks to hide his eyes from view. "… 'm not telling you…" and you can't help but laugh at his grumpy tone.