#dust.writing

“i love you”.

you both say it as a statement, never a reply, never a return. it’s not “i love you, too”, because the “too” makes it feel like that’s just what you’re supposed to say. its always “i love you” as a whole, a full chested fact instead of an addendum.

and you both lost the “i love you most” war years ago.

“‘s cold in here” he tucks his forehead into the pillows, snaking himself under your arm into a position that cannot be comfortable. you wriggle down, tangling your own leg between his thighs, until your lips meet his chest and your eyes stare up at him, the sunlight catching against his cheek in little beams. his eyes are still half-closed, one eye squinting against the brightness, that familiar carmine looking down at you. “and bright,” he adds, rubbing at his eyes with flat palms.

“that’s what happens when the sun rises.” you plant a soft kiss to his chest, letting your lips hover on his warm skin.

“you’re so fucking funny,” he grumbles. “i bet you’ll tell me it’s cold out cause it’s winter, too?”

his hand traces over your body, the prosthetic fingers freezing against your bare skin. you hiss, batting the metal tips, which earns a very evil-sounding giggle from him. they sink into your hip, his other hand pressing against your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his. soft lips catch your own, and you hum in response.

tomura’s almost twenty six now— but you remember twenty four, the year the trial finally ended. twenty three, the year touya was declared stable enough to be released. twenty two, just a few months after the war had ended, and everything was still so fragile; phone calls and appointments and uncertainty. twenty one, when the league was growing from a pipe dream, filled with cheap liquor and basement smell. and in all of that time, you loved him, you love him now, and that's the only thing that’s remained unchanged.

almost five years seems like such a long time on paper. but it’s not. you still cling to the way he tastes, still memorize the way his hair falls past his shoulders, just in case. even right now, you plant the feeling of his lips, and the way they mold into yours like god intended them to always be there, into a wrinkle in your brain to never be removed.

he pulls away first, tiling your chin still. “what are you thinking about?”

“you,” you answer him plainly.

he grunts, stretching a leg out, his joints popping. “oh yeah?”

“yeah, is that so hard to believe?”

he laughs, mouth pulled back into a tiny, pretty smile. “very. there’s a ton of better things to think about than my weird ass".”

“i happen to think your ass is amazing, not weird at all”.

“whoa.”

“whoa.”

his now-warmed fingers tap on your hip, “walking” themselves down your thigh, as your laughing disturbs the birds outside. the sun is rising higher, blinding you as you try to look out the window. while you’re distracted, his hand squeezes into your ass, pulling you into him further. “hey,” you try to start, but he shushes you with another kiss, pulling you on top of him in one swift, calculated move.

“‘hey’ nothing. let me see you.” his eyes flutter as they rake over you—hair messy, in a t-shirt four times your size— like it’s the first time he’s seen the sun. the wave of cold air that slaps you as the duvet falls from your shoulders makes you shiver slightly, and he runs his hands down your arms.

bending down to meet his face, you feel him press up into you, boxers doing practically nothing to hide it. the flushing of his cheeks doesn’t help, either.

“please,” his breath tickles over your lips, voice still rough. “i’ve been so good, baby, been waiting so long.”

its been two days, mind you.

he bites his lip, sanguine eyes starving and wet. he drives his hips into you again, like a punctuation, and you can’t help but smile against his cheek, pressing kisses to the soft skin.

“hmm,” you graze his ear, pulling hair back from his neck. “hmmmmm….”

this pushes him further, and he’s rutting against you like it’s his job now. perfect.

“baby, please…” his words are getting caught in his throat as he begs, his demeanor shifting. even after all this time, he was still just as needy. “please?”

your shirt is thrown to the floor, the duvet kicked off his legs. he moans, fingers curling into your thighs, squishing into the plush skin. you’re pulling down his boxers, his tip smacking his tummy, a bead of pre dripping down into the soft trail of hair.

“fffuck,” he throws his head back as you wrap your lips around him, tasting his skin. his legs shift up, knees bending. he tries to thrust into your throat, but you wrap a hand around the base of his shaft, desperate to take your time with him. the chill from outside dissipates, the heat between the both of you is suffocating. his body clouds your mind, the smell of his salty, warm skin snags at your nerves.

he looks so pretty laid out in front of you, legs parted, breath catching in his chest. it was something you could never tire of, something you craved like air. and even more-so now, his body healing and his mind changing, he remained beautiful and perfect. his eyes weren’t as sunken, ribs no longer protruding from his torso. weight filling in the blank spaces, muscles repairing themselves slowly. softness, warmth, tangible and intimate. your eyes flick up, catching his pinked cheeks and parted lips, and you take the rest of him into your mouth, down your throat. he gasps, hands curling into the sheets, yanking them off the corners of the mattress as he bucks up, tip smacking against the back of your throat. mechanical fingers tangle into your hair as you swallow him down, tongue flat against his shaft, curling around his tip like a treat. your nose buries into the tuft of whiteish hair, smelling salty-sweet— and it only makes you want more. you suck harder, cheeks hollowing out, thanking whatever god for him.

the window rattles, fogging up from his rapid breathing and your own body in a fever-state. it feels rushing and red as blood pumps through your body, your core tightening at the sound of his mewling. short little huffs of breath curl in the air, the mattress squeaks as you drive yourself against your hand, eliciting a soft moan against his strained cock.

he cums hard against your throat, filling your mouth with sticky seed with an array of colorful words and shaky legs. you both take a second, the heavy breathing between you the only sound left around you. and for a second, you think he’s tapped out, until he sits up plainly, grabs you again, and pushes you down with your back against the mattress.

without speaking, he undresses you completely, throwing the clothes to the side, into some sort of void. the cold air returns, brushing against your nipples and making your back arch. he takes one in his mouth, fingers toying with the other, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. he moans into your breasts, and tries his hardest to not bite too deeply. it’s too much, he’s not even inside yet, it’s too fucking much.

he stops, looking down at you. his gaze is anything but relaxed, eros seeping from his drunken smile and crazed eyes. “fuck, i need you.” he trails kisses down your neck and shoulder, biting into it, leaving a soft red mark. he covers you in petaled pinks, until his lips find your thighs. he lowers himself between them, eyes a silent plead as you part them further, his tongue immediately darting for your dripping center. he moans, pulling your legs over his shoulders so he can reach even deeper with his tongue. he then stretches you with two long fingers, curling and crossing them inside of you, tapping that spot over and over as his lips and tongue abuse your swollen clit. the tugging feeling grows inside of you, swelling dangerously, forcing cries from your pouty lips.

“fuck, fu— tomura, stop, stop, i’m—”

he doesn't stop, instead, he doubles down, going faster. his tongue flicks over while he lets out a harsh laugh. “yeah?” that fucking condescending smile flashes at you, and you tighten around his fingers pumping inside of you.

“tomura, stop, ‘m gonna c—”

he nips at your clit, humming against it. “mhm. give it to me, baby. i’m hungry.” his words drawl, slickened with arousal and pining. its enough to make that tugging rope go slack, and your hips rocket upward as you cum. you feel the heat crash over you, coating his teeth and tongue, and he licks it all up, sucking gratefully as you spill into his mouth. he swallows, buckles, and goes back down, cleaning you up all the way before popping his shiny fingers into his mouth and darting his tongue out to lap up the very last drop.

his chin is glittering with stickiness, and he giggles to himself as he wipes it with the back of his dry hand. “someone wanted that,” he comments lightly before lining up his still-heavy cock with your twitching entrance, sighing as he drags your essence down his length. he pumps it slowly, eyes latched on your face watching him, mouth still open and now upturned, an ode to pure lust.

“yeah, you.” you try to retort, but he just chuckles once before slipping his tip inside of you, the dusty pink color disappearing between your folds. you both shut up at that, too focused on the feeling to fight back. he hovers above you, gripping your sides with shaky fingers as he slips more of himself inside.

his soft moans dip into growls, he’s holding himself back. he lets his cock split you open slowly, the weight of it sinking inside deliciously. it’s almost dragging, gnawing at your insides, choking your brain until it melts to mush.

he snaps his hips once, and you can’t speak. you can feel his tip brushing against your cervix once, then twice, as his pace picks up gradually. a leg hooks around his side, the other he lifts up and holds tightly under his arm. he sits back onto his knees for better leverage to drive you straight into the fucking mattress.

his thrusts get faster, harder, pounding you roughly— a disgusting contrast against the beautiful morning sun, he fucks like he’s proving a point. the mattress groans and squeaks, the bed-frame rocking against the wall, protesting it’s accompaniment in the sick act. you’re sure that the neighbors, the birds, and even the poor bastards in the building ten feet over can hear as tomura wrecks you, pumping into your tight cunt like it owes him something. he looks it, too, his face dangerously possessive now, like tasting you was all he needed to remember exactly who the fuck he is.

“you take me so fucking well, huh?” he’s so in love with you, you can feel it in the way his cock trembles inside of you, seconds away from filling you up and going again. but he holds back, he’s getting off on the way you just look at him, doe-like and glazed over. your nails search for any of him to dig into, making contact with his arm at your side. “you’re so fucking good, you’re so fucking good to me, baby. letting my cock ruin you, takin’ care a’ me, feeding me…” he trails off, groaning as your soft noises act as a response to his filth.

he fucks into you harder, which you didn't think was possible. a prominent crack sound warbles out from under the bed, and you can tell the bed-frame is spent. you don’t care, though, you’re drunk on tomura’s cock, his pretty lips uttering depravity, the beads of sweat forming on his thick shoulders. it’s too good, and you cant help when your own hand finds your clit, desperate for more and more and more.

“mmm, can’t get enough, huh? you gonna cum all over me?” he teases, his own orgasm dangerously close. you nod, mewling out as he sinks his teeth into your neck, lapping at the slight sheen on your pretty skin.

he wraps his arms underneath you, jacking up into you, and you feel so tiny in his arms right now, so malleable. you completely let go, that small feeling soaking into you as you realize just how good he is for you. he nips at your ear, “you’d better cum on this cock soon, before i fill you up.”

his threat is empty, but you don't know that as your body pulls him in. “yeah, you like that? you want me to fill you up?” you can’t really respond, so you just whine into his chest, hoping it’s enough for him. you feel that burning rope, and you beg him to stay right there, keep going just like that, with increasingly higher and louder moans. he gets the message— rocking into you, keeping his angle just right, until you’re unraveling all over his thick cock, spilling out around the sides.

“fuck, that’s it, ’s my girl—ah fuck, fuck,” he says between pants, and he pulls out slowly before coating your thighs with a white-hot splatter. he trembles, groaning as he pumps his cock twice, his hand coated in sticky sweetness.

you both come down, the chill settling back into the room as you clean each other off. he presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips, and you can still taste yourself on him, which makes you flutter slightly. he sits back, breathing heavily as he chuckles, and you pull the duvet back over yourself. it starts snowing outside, and you wipe the last of the condensation off the window to see it better.

“i fucking love you”. he breathes out, and you hum.

“i fucking love you”.

you reach for the water bottle on the nightstand, trying to take a sip before realizing its empty. every fucking time.

you wouldn’t change that for the world.

There’s a reason shredded cheese was rarely kept in the house when I was a kid, and the reason is that I’m an uncontrollable little hell spawn that only craves it at 2 am.

Somehow, and thankfully, Gadreel has not yet caught onto this. It’s one thing having your best friends know that you are painfully white when it comes to cheese, and a completely different thing to have the love of your life know the same.

Besides, I’m not just out here for the cheese. The ring I got for him is sitting in my “junk” drawer, in the kitchen, ‘cause I know he never looks there. It’s getting more stressful the longer I wait, and god knows my adhd won’t let my block my thoughts from him for much longer.

Hell, I’m distracted now! How am I supposed to keep a literal angel out of my head long enough to actually propose to him?

“Dust?” I jumped at the sound of his voice. I hadn’t seen him come in, since the kitchen was still pitch fucking black and I was only illuminated by the light from inside the open fridge.

“Uh... mornin’ angel,” I offered, adding an awkward smile to the mix. I heard him chuckle before the lights flicked on and he made his way over to me to close the fridge door.

He glanced down at the bag of shredded cheese in my hands, and I instinctively closed it. “What are you doing up, my light?” he asked softly, which made me immediately look up at him to see that usual confused puppy look on his face.

“I uh... wanted cheese,” I explained, backing up to one of the counters and hoisting myself up on it. “And to have loud thoughts without waking you up,” I added.

I mean, is there any time better than the present?

He followed me to the counter, effectively trapping me there with his arms. Damn, I always forget how tall he is until he does shit like this.

“What loud thoughts were you having, my love,” he questioned, that confused puppy look on his face the whole time. I would destroy heaven myself for this man.

“Nothin’ much, just how incredibly lucky I am to have you in my life,” I replied, all too aware of how easily I could reach into the drawer containing his ring right now. “And uh... something really important I want to ask you.”

Gadreel tilted his head ever so slightly to the side after that, and for a moment I forgot where the hell I was going with this. The power of sweet angel.

“Just- give me a second. Uh, close your eyes too. I want it to be a surprise,” I told him, and he complied instantly, just like I expected. I leaned forward to give him a quick kiss, before leaning to the side to reach into the junk drawer.

I stared at the ring for a few seconds, before sighing softly and opening the box to show Gadreel. “Aright angel, you can open your eyes now,” I told him, a nervous smile on my face when his eyes fluttered open.

He almost immediately looked surprised, but I cut off his question with, “Gadreel... I know life on earth has just... sucked for you, but you’re my world. Here, with you? That’s my heaven. And I could never want anything more. Will you marry me?”

I can’t read minds like an angel, but I could practically see his brain trying to catch up with what was happening. And then his eyes got misty, and he pulled me into a kiss.

“Yes,” he muttered against my lips, “a hundred times yes, my light.”

"why...dude, what's with all the sims mods?" he asks, voice filled with genuine concern as he clicks into the mods folder. you panic and spring up, sending the chair back a bit with him still in it. your ass is directly in his face as you scramble, closing the folder.

tomura's eyes widen and he forgets the folder entirely for a moment as your shirt rides up, the small of your back exposed, the waistband of your underwear pulled slightly above the baggy sweats. he starts again and rolls his eyes.

"dipshit, just let me make sure there aren't duplicates, okay?" he pulls you by the waist into him again, your ass falling back onto him. he closes his eyes for a moment to regulate his thoughts.

the mods folder flashes back open. he scrolls through hundreds of mods, your body tensing as he pauses and reads through them all.

"what the hell are you doing to those poor sims" he laughs nervously as his cock grows tighter against you. you grimace as he closes out of it and goes into the save files folder.

he stops when he notices his name front and center, paired with yours.

he nods and stays silent, and you readjust in his lap. your eyes gloss over, unable to confront the clear tension between you two as you shift, his free arm lacing around your waist slowly, holding you tightly as he tries his best to hold back.

he closes out of the tabs and sits on the blank screen for a moment, clearing his throat.

"did...you need me to do anything else here?" he leans forward with you a bit, greedily inhaling your scent again as he awaits a response.

"hm...yeah, can you help me set my new speakers up? they won't connect for some reason." any excuse to keep him here.

"hmph. yeah, sure" he bites his lip and scoots the chair in, opening the program.

"they're plugged in, right?" he asks, and you nod.

"mhm, i'm not that dumb" you playfully lean back, your face all-too-close to his. he rolls his eyes and hums to himself as your weight presses more against him, and he's painfully trying to conceal how hard he is. if you don't stand, maybe you won't notice. he's so fucking close already, he's afraid any small movement will ruin it all.

you lean forward to turn the dial on the speaker and his breath hitches. he twitches in his pants and feels the moisture beading from his tip, hissing lowly to himself as you readjust again.

"jesus, _________. can you figure your shit out" he snips, and you laugh. he groans as he twitches again, dangerously close to finishing right here.

"sorry" your words come out as a whisper as he grips you closer now, his fingers tracing the exposed skin under your shirt as he fiddles around with the settings. you smile as he touches you.

you take it one step too far when you scoot back into him, using his thigh to steady yourself. as you grind into him, he loses control and feels himself cumming sporadically in his fleecy pants. he shakes against you, his head falling into your shoulder as he crumbles underneath you. he nearly crushes your brand new mouse as his hands clench, his uncovered fingers digging into your midriff. he shakes as you feel the moisture seeping from the material, leaking onto the back of your own pants. you don't dare to speak a word, you refuse to ruin it for him.

you go to look at him, but his head is still pressed against your shoulder, his baby blue hair draped over you. his breathing is slowing now, but he's still shaking.

"i'm sorry" he shudders before you can say anything. you grab his hand, still slung across your legs, and squeeze it.

"tomu, it's okay" you comfort him quietly as he continues to shake. you stand and he plants his face into his hands, soft tremors coming from the pale man.

you flip the armrests of the chair up and wrap your legs around him, facing him now. you stroke his hair gently and coax him to look up, his cherry eyes teary and glossed.

you kiss him gently, feeling the tears still running down his cheek. his lips are rough, but they taste like candied apples, and you hold his face in your hands as he falls into the kiss shakily.

as you pull away, he sniffles.

"i'm sorry" he repeats, and looks back down.

you kiss his head, his soft hair tickling your face. he wraps his arms around you and presses his face into you, his tears soaking the front of your shirt. you shush him and brush his hair back. you comfort him best as possible, but feel him hardening underneath you again.

"c'mon" you stand from the seat again, and take his hand. you bring him to the bed, and he sits slowly. you wipe the tears from his cheeks, and he shakes his head.

"why?" he asks quietly, and you kiss his nose, "why aren't you mad at me?".

you tug him into you, kissing him. he moans into the kiss this time, his cock tenting again. your mind swirls with thoughts of him inside of you, making him shiver and cum and whine. why would you be mad at him, your sweet pathetic leader?

no one else would ever see him like this. maybe it played a part in your arousal, knowing that this display was solely for you. that his orgasm was because of you. that he was crying because he was afraid he upset you. your scary, villainous, domineering leader was crying in your room, cock twitching desperately against his minecraft pj pants, because he just came from you sitting in his lap.

the heat between your legs swells as your tongue presses into his mouth, tasting the same sugary sourness from before. his tongue slides forcefully into your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. he palms aggressively at his erection, trying to push it down nervously before you tug him by his sweater, pulling him on top of you. he instinctively grinds down into you, and as you feel him press against your clothed sex, you moan.

the heavy petting stresses you out. you can't keep kissing him and touching him without feeling him inside of you. tomura's eyes are half-lidded and hungry as you shove him back, and he looks at you nervously for a moment before you pull your pants off, urging him to do the same. he throws the pants off the bed, his cock springing free and tapping against his stomach. the knot in your stomach pulls deeper as you gaze upon the soft sky-blue tuft of hair leading down to his dick, his breathing ragged as you pull yourself on top of him again. you grind down, and he moans as the wetness soaking through your underwear squishes on his admirable length.

he's ready to cum again already, and you can tell from the way he grinds into you from below. you shift your underwear off, awkwardly shimmying as he helps you. he doesn't seem to care as he tugs at the garment, his hands exploring your curves with a greedy grip. as his cock rubs against you, you kiss him, coating him with the slick heat. you help position him against your tight hole, and he thrusts it in, stretching you with a snap. you throw your head back from the sensation and steady yourself for a moment before rocking back and forth, his moans and huffs growing louder. you ride him slowly at first, helping you adjust to his size, and he watches you bounce on him with a feverish daze. he grabs at your shirt and you allow him to bring it up over you, throwing it mindlessly. his hoodie comes off next, yanking haphazardly as you continue to grind and bounce on him. he bites his lip as he cums again, not holding anything back as the sticky seed coats your insides. you don't stop, feeling yourself growing closer. his orgasm brings you even further, and you gyrate your hips against him, his soft hair creating a friction against your clit that is fucking unimaginable. you moan and cry out, chasing the orgasm. you squeeze against him, the searing pain from being stretched before now replaced by a deep craving from the pit of your sex, needing more and more of him to fill you up. his pitiful whining grows in volume as his cock re-hardens inside of you quickly, and his hands grip against your hips and he thrusts from below as you slam down into him, furthering the sensation as his tip nudges your cervix. as you both rock into each other, your climax rushes over you, flooding his cock with a deep heat that sends him over the edge for the third time. tears brim his eyes again as he sprays your cunt with more pearly fluid, and your body shakes as you clench and rub the end of your orgasm out on him. your chest heaves as you both finish, and you fall on top of him with his dick still throbbing inside of you. he whines out and kisses you, tangling his fingers in your hair. the aftershock of your orgasm sends shivers through your body, and you pull yourself off of him. you already miss the feeling of him stuffing you with his cock, but he's spent. he shakes and squeezes his eyes shut, his legs and arms splayed out, vibrating.

you kiss his cheek and reach for something to help him clean up. you grab your shirt and wipe him off, and he frowns.

"didn't have to do that" he chokes out, and you shrug.

"i could never be mad at you, tomura" you say to him as you find clean clothes. as you dress, he drags a blanket over himself.

he nods and doesn't speak again for a moment. you climb in next to him, and he smiles weakly.

"promise?"

you nod. "pinky promise" you lace your fingers with his, the gloves brushing against your soft skin.

the two of you lay together in silence, growing more and more tired with each passing minute. you won't send him back to his room, you'd rather keep him here as long as possible. even if it was left unsaid, you loved him, and you spent every day worrying which day might just be the last. especially with the league growing in infamy, the unknown became scarier every day. but for right now, it felt more than okay. and for right now, you'd rather spend the time with him like this than having to worry about your futures.

"so what's up with that save file on the sims?" his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you groan.

"i think the next thing im gonna ask you how to teach me is hiding folders".

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the haze of smoke blankets the room heavily, catching flickers of the neon city lights from a distance. it always did look pretty out here, even from the run-down hideout.

one night, he opened the pack of cigarettes with a frown. you sat on his bed, looking into the box- just one left. maybe staring a bit would make another appear.

it didn't.

it was far too late to run out for more now, and you were both tired. you looked at him and pulled the dart from the box, nodding to him to light it. reluctantly, he presses his thumb to the end, a small flickering blue light singeing the tightly-rolled tobacco.

you bring it to your lips, taking a long drag with closed eyes. you bring yourself closer to him, cupping his cheek gently. "open your mouth," a small fluttering of smoke follows your words, and his eyes widen only slightly. hesitantly, his lips part.

as you're exhaling the smoke, he's breathing it in. you repeat this, his sapphire eyes falling half-closed as his heart races.

you're not even an inch away, your noses keep grazing each other as you swap smoke. each drag brings you closer, until he gets tired of it.

he brings you into his lap, muttering something about "wasting precious smoke", and you snake your legs around him.

the cigarette burns down to it's last hit, and you press the tip of it to his lips. he takes the final drag, his chest rising against your hand.

you mimic him now, parting your lips slightly, and he blows the smoke slowly into your mouth.

as you inhale the tail-end of the smoke, he grabs your face and leans in, pressing his lips into yours softly.

there's a taste beyond the smoke to his lips, something akin to citrus and mint.

you slip your tongue into his mouth, the smoke now billowing around the both of you as your breathing quickens, his hands gently tangling in your hair. you wrap your arms around him, emitting a soft moan from the man as he tastes you.

his hands are warm, but they're also much softer as they hold you. gentler. as if he's cautious- or holding himself back.

the heat rises between the both of you, and you graze your nails into his back gently.

he cant stop himself now. he pushes you down against the mattress, and you watch as the city lights catch his eyes before he peppers kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands dug into he bed on either side of you.

his kisses are purposeful, but not aggressive as he envelops you, and from there... the rest is history.

it becomes an unspoken rule between you two that you share one cigarette from now on.

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s.iguchi- words drowned by fireworks. by Nobuo Uematsu (ffVII OST)

you and spinner had bonded unusually well. you spent all your free time together.

you'd always sit next to each other during meetings, played games together (sometimes with shiggy- that cockblock lol), would even read manga or novels quietly together late at night on the old couch, huddled up to each other for warmth.

but...he genuinely didn't know why.

one night, he asks you bluntly, "why do you like me so much?"

he wasn't trying to be like that. hell, he just wanted to know why here, of all places, he had more friends than he ever did outside. especially with someone like you.

because to him, you were farrrr out of his league. you're ambitious, proud, strong...pretty. and he explained this to you, under the glow of the game start menu, big ruby eyes shining with apprehension.

and when you grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, his heart jumps. and slowly, he clasps his fingers against yours, little claws brushing against your skin.

and you tell him everything you like about him. his courage, his loving nature, his jokes... all the fun you two had gaming and hanging out...how he became a warmth in cold places. god, you could go on.

but his head still hangs low, nervously chewing at his lip, messy orchid hair falling around his face a bit.

you shake your head, knowing you can't explain it any better than that. well, you can, but...no, fuck it.

you grab at his jaw, pressing your lips firmly onto his.

he's surprisingly soft. his skin, well- his scales- is a pleasant texture. smooth and supple. there wasn't a good way to describe it, but you liked it.

a lot.

god, and he smells so nice. its kind of tropical, like coconut and sandalwood, a warm bonfire on the beach almost.

meanwhile, he's overcome with feelings of shock, excitement, bewilderment. his nails dig further into your hand as he leans in, not missing the opportunity to finally fucking kiss you. after months of pining, trying so hard to just be friends.

everything is so soft, so gentle, and yet you cant help the pounding in your heart as you realize what's happening.

his tongue darts into your mouth without thinking- he just wants to taste you more. wants to be closer. you fall back into the couch as he brings himself above you. its a bit rushed, a bit shaky, but you can tell he's trying so hard to be "chill".

much like shigaraki, spinner is pent up. he's never done this before, he's so nervous, he's so turned on, oh my god... and so he presses himself firmly against you, against better judgement, unable to control his racing thoughts.

as you both pull away for a breath, you trail your fingers down his spine, his tail swinging slowly as he smiles down at you, blushing heavily.

"is that enough of an answer for you?"

"no, no, i think i need a little clarification" he smiles as he leans back in, not at all giving up this moment.

from now on, every time you hear that opening theme for that game, you get turned on.

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t.shigaraki - sex & super smash bros. by KYLE (beautiful loser)

(remake- check out the og post here!)

if there was one thing tomura was good at, my god, it was pissing you off.

he'd deliberately tease you all the time by hiding your things on tall shelves, stealing your snacks and clothes, basically laying claim on all of your items.

the worst of it was when you watched him as he entered your room, grabbed a hoodie from the hanger, put it on in front of you, and left without a word.

"shiggy, what the fuck, give it back!" you shout at him down the hall as he slumps back towards his room.

"nope, i'm cold and all mine are dirty."

"so go do laundry, you weirdo!" you grab him by the hood before he has a chance to close his door, and he chokes a bit with a laugh as he stumbles backwards.

he finds amusement in your frustration, and mocks you further as he turns around, wrapping his arms around himself to prevent you from stealing the hoodie off his back.

"what are you gonna do, noob?" he makes a stupid face as he laughs, and you huff and try and grab at the hoodie.

"come on, dude, you're gonna get all your gamer stink on my clothes" you fake whine as you chase him, his lanky figure handing him an advantage.

you've got him now- he's cornered in the hall. you lunge and begin to wrestle, eventually tumbling onto the floor in the hallway. you shriek as he tugs your hair, and you pinch his side tightly. the sound he manages to make is barely human, and you laugh a little too hard, letting go and falling into him.

he laughs, his raspy voice lightening as he squints up at you. "you're such a sweat. you own like, eighty hoodies anyways."

you scoff and roll your eyes. "stop fucking around and just give it back"

he shakes his head and challenges you further, his crimson eyes batting up at you with a smug look. he wiggles his fingers as if casting a spell, "you want me soooo bad, oooh." he does his best to keep a straight face as he continues, "you want me, so now you're begging me to take my clothes off oooh".

"they're MY clothes, shig!" you argue as you start pulling the hoodie strings.

he doesn't give a fuck about what you're saying, cause he just keeps going. "you wanna kiss me sooo bad. you're in loveee with me"

yeah, no, he's right. but he doesn't know that-he's just trying you to give him your usual "ew, fuck off" response, and leave him be. too bad now, because you decide to fight fire with fire.

"yeah, you're right." you retaliate, pressing your lips into his before he has a chance to respond. he hiccups in panic, his breath hitching in his chest. his breath is heavy with the taste of energy drinks- its sweet, its actually kind of...nice?

but he was clearly panicking, because his lips are pressed so tightly into a pout, it's kind of pathetic. so you pull away, gauging his reaction-he didn't like that you stopped. he pulls you back in, this kiss hungrier, his lips parting to push his tongue into your mouth desperately.

when you pull away to catch your breaths, you both stand and he drags you into his bedroom, pressing you against his door. he grinds against you with a soft moan, the sounds of his discord chat still going off on his headphones. oops!

when you finish making out (and he's definitely ruined his sweatpants) he asks you if you were serious.

"no, of course not. yes, you fucking idiot."

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"if i'm supposed to be mediating this pissing contest, count me out boys." you raise your hands in defeat and stand from your seat, still swaying a bit. "i'm gonna go lay down" you purse your lips into a thin smile and the two men watch as you trail off to your room. they immediately snap back, staring daggers into each other before kiego springs up and they both run for your door. you hear the cacophony of feet outside your door, but just sigh. the handle jiggles for a moment as you undress, ignoring the light knocking and mumbling from the other side.

"stupid boys", you shake your head as you change into comfier clothes. this wasn't the first time you'd been caught in the middle of their little spats, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. however, all you needed right now was some goddamned peace and quiet.

you open the curtains, letting the city lights glimmer in through the windows. you fling yourself on the bed, grateful for the silence. a few minutes pass as you stare at the ceiling, the question still tumbling around in your head. in what world would you want to choose? you loved the boys equally, you essentially labelled them a package deal for you. also, in what world would they care anyways? to your knowledge, they considered you just another bro anyways. sure, they called you things like baby and angel and pretty girl, but that was par for the course with two male roommates. of course they learned how to braid your hair and they bought you refills of your makeup or skincare when it ran out, or your favorite snacks on your period. of course touya always invited you outside for a smoke, and always lit it for you. why wouldn't keigo always tag you with a feather when you went out, for safety reasons? they loved you, but certainly not, no, never in that way. right? they cared as much as most men would care, right?

your silence was abruptly ended by the sound of knocking, again. you stand from the bed, groaning slightly as you unlock the door. it pushes open swiftly as touya enters, his tall stature shadowing you as he grabs you, warm hands cupping your face. before you can ask why, or what he's doing, he leans down and kisses you feverishly. your mind slips as his lips crush yours, the cool metal of his piercings brushing against your soft mouth. you exhale heavily as you taste him, smoke and salt enveloping you. his hands trail down the curve of your spine to grab your ass, squeezing it as he nips at your bottom lip with sharp teeth.

your brain sputters as you try to understand what he's doing, but you lose to the greater thought of how badly you wanted him. it had crossed your mind-you wondered how the boys tasted, how they felt to kiss, how badly they'd stretch you out if you let them-but it was all just silly intrusive thoughts. late at night, when you felt lonely, you'd imagine crawling into bed with one or both of them, letting them have their way with you. the thought would comfort you to sleep, but you never imagined any part of it coming to fruition. now, with touyas hands running rampantly all over your body, it feels dreamlike.

you sink into his touch further, letting him push you back onto your bed as his tongue begs for intrusion. it slips in, and you slide yours past his lips, feeling his piercing tickling the inside of your mouth. you moan into the kiss, feeling him smile at the sound.

as you wrap your arms around him, you feel a soft tickle against the back of your hand. you grasp at it, feeling it crush slightly between your fingers, and you break the kiss. still speechless, you look behind touya to see keigo standing there, propped in the doorway. the sight of him shocks you-its not that you forgot about him, but you weren't expecting to see him looming against the doorframe, watching with a narrow gaze.

you realize then what you had grasped, and hastily release it as he summons it back, grabbing it with a lazy hand.

"i guess this is your way of answering the question, eh?" his voice is lower then usual, almost like he's trying to smother his annoyance. but it still rings true in your ear, and you shake your head.

touya doesn't shift his position, but stares at you with half-lidded eyes as you speak. as if on cue, keigo chuckles and closes the door behind him, locking it quietly.

"you know, touya, if you wanted her so bad, you should've said something earlier." his words bite as he approaches the bed, throwing his shirt to the floor effortlessly before crawling right up next to the both of you. touya snickers as keigo snakes a hand between you, tracing your silhouette with his soft fingers. you don't protest his touch, and he recognizes that, as he shoves touya slightly to press a warm, gentle kiss to your already-swollen lips. you immediately shiver as you realize what's happening, and you let the feeling tangle your mind.

keigo is different than touya. he's softer, slower, sweeter. his lips taste like coffee and honey, and as his scruff tickles your chin, you melt. to have one of them, you begin thinking, would be blasphemous. because the mix of the two feels like something even heaven couldn't replicate.

he pulls away from the kiss and strokes your face as he turns to touya, who's watching intensely from above the both of you.

"how about we give our angel a better way to choose, hm?" keigo nudges the scarred man with a smile, "let her experience it first, let us both show her the best so she can decide".

touya grins at the proposition, tilting his head back a bit at the thought. "it's her choice" he looks back down at you, that same grin splayed wide on his sharp face. "what do you say, pretty girl?"

your eyes widen as you take in the thought. without further contemplation, you nod, allowing the men to finally have you. your heart swells, unable to comprehend your own joy as they both let their hands free on your body, groping and grabbing wherever they can. they kiss and nip at you like starving dogs, taking a side of you each before they both grab at the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head with ease. touya depravedly goes for your pants, tearing them off you without warning as keigo now cups one of your breasts, pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. you moan out at the sensation, your eyes glossing over with pure lust. he takes a feather and motions as it drags up your side, sending a shiver from deep inside to course through you.

touya doesn't worry about your underwear as he greedily yanks the fabric to the side, dipping his head between your thights. he licks a thick stripe up to your clit, the cold air clashing with your already-soaked folds. he groans as his tongue sinks into you, the piercing rubbing up against the bundle of nerves just enough to get you to suck in a gasp. his nails dig into your thigh, his fingers heating up on the soft flesh as he squeezes. you grit your teeth as the pain and pleasure mix, feeling the skin under his hands swell with heat. keigo shifts up, grabbing your face and cradling you as touya devours you, his tongue working rapid movements around your clit. he kisses you again, a bit more crazed this time, his wings puffed straight behind him as his tongue collides with yours. he moans gently as you bite his lip, unable to hide your upcoming orgasm. he chuckles into your mouth before you pull him in deeper, your other hand grasping at touya's thick black hair, shoving his face even deeper into you. you cry out, wrapping your hand into keigo's wings as you get closer and closer, the waves washing over you. he whimpers out, shuddering as your fingers tangle with the crimson fluff, unable to control his impulses.

"right there, angel" his golden eyes roll back slightly, long thick lashes fluttering. you tighten your grasp, and he moans loudly. from below, touya chuckles as his tongue laps up at you as you're sent over the edge. you freeze for a moment before your body shatters, your eyes squeezing shut as your thighs tighten around touya's face. you moan a string of obscenities as the flood rushes through your burning body. your cries only entice the two men further, as they both smile at you. touya pulls up for a breath, then turns to keigo.

"you want a taste, birdie?" he smiles, his lips glistening with your essence as your juices drip off his chin. keigo dutifully nods, and touya stands up to allow for the swap. he strips his bottoms off, including the boxers. you soak in the sight of his scarred body, piercings littering his pretty skin alongside the staples. tracing down the white hair from his navel, his cock stands proudly. metal adornments go up his shaft to his delicate red tip, gleaming under city lights. keigo even raises his brows before replicating touya's actions, his tongue dipping into you immediately. your hips buck up at the stimulation, your body already sensitive from the both of them.

touya comes back to the bed, but instead of laying beside you, he sits directly on your chest, muscular thighs warming your ears.

"be a good girl for me, open your mouth" he commands with a low tone, and your jaw slackens. you draw your tongue out as his hand works up and down his length for a few strokes. he slides it in slowly, and you wrap your lips around it gratefully, letting your tongue form around the girthy shape. you trace the little metal beads with it as he thrusts gently into your mouth, groaning as he watches you take the full length with a gag. "that's it," he says with a hiss, "take my cock."

you lick and suck around it, feeling him shake as he perches on you. he moans loudly as you cry, the gagging sending hot tears to stream down your face. he laughs lowly and continues to thrust into you before whispering, "use your teeth, baby, i know you wanna". you sob as your mouth finally relaxes a bit, your teeth grazing against the delicate flesh. he takes a thumb and wipes the tears from your face, licking it off with a crazed moan. his cock leaks down your throat, and you can feel from his incessant twitching that he's close. you let your jaw clamp just a bit tighter, his piercings rubbing against your bottom molars.

keigo sends you over the edge again with fat, lazy licks alternating with snake-like flitting against your clit. his fingers grab your hips as he presses himself further into you as you rut against his sweet mouth, moaning in sync with you as he grinds down into the mattress, edging himself on your pleasure. touya feels your mouth loosen a bit as you orgasm again, and looks down at you with a sadistic smile. he shoves his cock all the way in again, choking you again with the size as keigo licks you clean, sending overstimulated crackles through your legs.

touya leans back as keigo lifts his head, and grabs the blonde by the nape of his neck. his face is slicked, and he's panting. as touya pulls him closer, he smiles, licking a canine before he's yanked into a very sloppy and aggressive kiss. your body seizes at the sight, the two men grasping and groping at each other the same way they did to you just moments ago. touya's cock jumps as keigo moans, and the two pull away with a thick string of saliva mixed with your fluids.

"i was just about to cum in her pretty mouth" the pierced man says, annoyance coating his words.

"this ain't about you" keigo says unbothered as he slides off the bed, his wings puffed as he fully undresses. his tan skin glows under the low lights of the room, his muscles rippling with the contrast. your eyes focus on his equally impressive cock- it's clean shaven, only slightly lengthier than touya's, with a soft pink tip. your eyes dart between his and touya's, unable to hide your excitement as he re-approaches the bed. touya slides off your chest without a word, and the two men kneel by your feet.

"heads or tails, baby?" keigo coos at you, and you tilt your head. he shakes his head, waving a finger. "nuh-uh, just pick" his voice teases, heavy with craving. "dont overcomplicate it".

"uhm, i dont...heads, i guess?" you stumble over your words, and he nods. he moves and lays against the headboard next to you, spreading his legs a bit. touya notices your confusion and extends his hand to you, pulling you into an upright position.

he kisses your neck lazily before whispering in your ear. "turn around". it isn't an offer, rather an instruction, so you nod and turn to face keigo. touya grabs your waist and shifts you between the hero's legs, then pushes your upper back so you fold.

"tch, hands and knees, pretty girl." he smacks your ass as you move into the position, your back arching sleazily. he hums in approval and teases your entrance with his leaking cock, and you feel the fluids mixing. you instinctively press yourself back, trying to already take it before he stops you. he leans over you, his body warming yours as he wraps a hand around your throat.

"don't be so eager, slut. and be nice to keigo, too" he spits as his grip tightens, then releasing as you dip your head down to meet keigo's cock. the winged man looks down, stroking your chin as he wraps his fingers around the base of his shaft, extending the length even further as he presses down. the tip brushes against your pouty lips, and you open your mouth, drool already spilling out before you lower your head down. you moan around the size as it twitches, and touya slaps your ass with a cupped hand, the sound reverberating around the room. he pushes into you slowly, the sheer size of it causing you to buckle as it stretches your painfully-tight hole. he growls as you adjust to him.

he starts with slow, deep strokes as your mouth works on keigo. the both of them moan and huff with pleasure, and touya picks up the pace. his thrusts force kiego further down your throat, the same tears beginning to sprout from your eyes again as the pain and euphoria battle inside of you. with a moan, keigo throws his head back and laces his fingers into your hair, keeping it away from your face as your drool drips down his throbbing cock. you swallow as his precum slides down your tongue. his wings, previously pressed against the headboard, wrap around him as he shakes. you resist the urge to reach out and grab one of them, knowing it'll throw you off balance.

as keigo reaches his orgasm, touya thrusts into you rapidly, roughly. he snakes his own hand into your hair as keigo's grip loosens, and he yanks your head back forcefully as you and kiego both near orgasm.

"wanna fill you so badly, i love how good you're taking our cocks baby" he draws out, shoving your head back town to keigo, who's shaking and panting, near begging to finish. as you take him back in your mouth, he begins to fill your mouth with sticky strings of cum. his moans are loud and breathy as he calls out your name, his eyes squeezing shut and his legs tightening. he thrusts into your mouth from below, and you force yourself to swallow it all before it begins to leak from your lips. his wings jut out, the feathers ridged, some shooting loose as he rides out his orgasm. as you clench around touya, he smacks your ass and reaches around to press and flat finger to your clit, rubbing it as you squeam and shatter around his cock. bliss overtakes the three of you, touya roughly slamming into you with a clapping noise before he rapidly pulls out, and you feel as he shoots thick white ropes all over your ass and back, a string of curses coming out in the form of moaning alongside it.

your body collapses, drenched in overstimulation as you cry out. even after three orgasms, you still crave more. your mind is still broken, the only thought being the image of the two boys using you. you feel waves of darkness washing over you, the heat and endorphins flooding your vision as it all goes dark.

you awaken on your back, your head still spinning. you blink up, trying to let the light slowly seep back into your sight. to your left, touya lays lazily, a scarred hand slowly stroking his cock as he watches you. for a moment, you can't see kiego, but then you feel him as he slowly, gently slips the tip of his cock inside of you. from above, he watches you wake, a sly smile painting his face. you stir under him, still cloudy as he pumps inside of you. he leans down, kissing your cheeks and neck, your pussy ultimately clenching around his length. you feel a deep, throbbing ache in side of you, causing you to hiss in pain. he tuts at you quietly before kissing you languidly, sighing as he tastes himself on your lips.

he breaks the kiss, his motions speeding up, and touya leans down to take his place.

"welcome back," he teases, licking up the side of your neck. his charcoal hair tickles your face as he sucks on your throat, just below your ear. you gasp quietly, unable to produce a sound louder. kiego slides his hand between the both of you and toys with your poor clit again with a thumb, his cock rubbing right against your spot. as much as your body wants to protest it, it's already close again as he abuses the bundle of nerves. you pull keigo in closer, lacing your shaky fingers between the base of his crimson wings. he cries out as you both work each other up, with touya swapping between the both of you with sanguine kisses and bites. a few to your neck, nipple, or face, and then a few to kiego's side, arm, and ear.

you feel your fourth orgasm rush over you as kiego fucks you, his hips rutting into you achingly. touya fists at his cock desperately as he watches, his breathing matching everyone else's as you spasm, clenching tightly around keigo's thick cock.

"fuck, angel, my god, you're so tight," he pounds into your spent hole even harder, his hands gripping the bedding. you weaken under him, your body going loose as he relentlessly tortures you with his length. his citrine eyes lock with yours, a primal glaze washed over them. his core tightens and he slams himself against your cervix repeatedly, worsening the bruise on it. "touya was nice enough to leave you nice and fuckin' clean for me" he breathes out, his voice much deeper and aggressive compared to his usual bubbly tone. your eyes widen in both fear and anticipation as his nails dig into your shoulders. touya's own moans grow louder next to you as he finishes again, splaying the sheets with pearlescent cum. keigo watches as the cum leaks out of the scarred man and it sends him over the edge. he shoves himself as deep as he can, dragging his sharp nails down your arms as he fills you, and you feel the heat rush into you furiously as he cries out with a low guttural groan. his wings shoot back out, more feathers exploding off of him, making a mess of the room as he makes a mess of you. your body quivers as he pulls out, panting, and your legs immediately snap shut in pain. there's a deep throbbing inside of you, but you cant help but still feel exuberant.

both boys sigh and collapse on the bed next to you. touya wipes a strand of hair from your face as kiego kisses your cheek gently, none of you having the energy to speak. you all lay there for a few seconds before keigo gets up and leaves, returning with a wet cloth and a towel a few seconds later.

touya sits up and helps to wipe you and himself off, and kiego does the same. they lock eyes for a moment, and touya speaks.

"d'ya have an answer, pretty girl?" he asks you gently, still cleaning you up. you shake your head and close your eyes, not bothering to filter your response.

"both".

your indifference causes them to both pause and laugh.

"both?" keigo raises a brow, and hands you a water bottle.

you take a sip and nod. "mhm."

"you heard her, drumstick," touya starts with a breathy chuckle, "why make her choose?" he shrugs and raises his hands, taking the water bottle from you after.

keigo slips into bed with the both of you, a shit-eating grin plastering his golden features. he reaches and drapes an arm over you, holding you close. "i guess we can't ask you to make a decision now, hm?" he tucks himself into you a bit, the scent of sweat and his cologne swirling around your senses.

touya nods and rubs his thumb along your bottom lip before kissing you. "no, we wont make you choose right now" he confirms, settling in on the other side, hand resting on your thigh. he pulls the covers over all of you and sighs, his eyes closing softly as he sinks into exhaustion.

you finally crash from the second-wind, and yawn before coming to rest between the two, humming contentedly at the revelation of your deepest fantasies. you smile at the consensus- you can have the both of them. your mind eases as your own eyes flutter shut, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the two.

"we'll try again tomorrow" touya mumbles with a smirk.

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thank u for the ask! enjoy <3