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[soulcaging]

  ➠ ♡@jockingaton  said :     " I wanna go in THE NETHER. "

" like... just in general? like, yourself, but in the game? " their head tilts with their question, before humming a little under their breath. it's jockington, so it's a request ( ... demand? ) that must be evaluated with great care.

" that sounds cool. i wanna go too, actually. i think drinking the lava could fix me. "

[sleeplessdove]

if this makes u uncomfortable pls ignore this but i had this thought about g!p jinx hiding ur birth control so she can knock u up

i promise you this concept has already crossed my mind and does not make me uncomfortable at all like when i say y’all can get nasty in my inbox i mean it … but i digress, i could write a whole ass fic on this and i might but this has literally been haunting me cause its so perfect…

g!p jinx who plucks your birth control from the medicine cabinet and ��accidentally’ flushes them all down the toilet — making sure to throw out the leftover evidence afterwards to esnure you don’t question her.

and she knows the exact time you take them, so she makes a point of keeping you distracted so you forget all about those stupid little pills that were ruining her fun.

jinx is too impatient to wait, her hands practically trembling with how eager she is to be inside you while knowing there is nothing stopping her from getting you pregnant.

of course she knows that missing one little dose isn’t enough but she will take what she can get at this point.

♡… short blurb for this cause i can’t help myself

her clammy hands grope at your soft flesh, desperate for any form of contact. jinx has never been the gentle kind, her motions desperate and bordering on animalistic.

as much as she loved helping work you open on her fingers, she needed her cock buried in you now. often times her impatience would lead to her forcing her way into your soaked cunt without any prep simply because she couldn’t get enough of the way your gooey walls fluttered around her, frantically trying to accommodate her size.

now was no different, as she was already shoving down her boxers and trying to line up her cock to push into you after a makeout session that left you both breathless and lust minded.

the sight of her leaking cock knocks you back into your senses, a mumbled curse leaving your lips as you realized you had fucked up and forgotten to take your pills.

where had you even left them?

you make a weak attempt to cover your cunt, as if that would stop jinx from fucking you senseless. “no, no, can’t. forgot my pills, m’ sorry” you huff, knowing that jinx never bought condoms anymore since you started your birth control so there was no way the two of you could fuck without consequences.

but jinx is hyper focused, her hand lightly slapping your own that was barely covering the glistening expanse of your arousal. “it’ll be fine, s’ just one time” she mutters, her brows furrowing with focus as she smears her precum against your slick folds.

the sensation makes you twitch but you continue, shaking your head. but she doesn’t even leave room for another excuse from you, barely pushing her hips forward as she speaks.

“please, baby? just a little?” she pleads in a sad voice and rationally you know she is faking it, but all you can focus on is the way her dick is slowly sinking into you. the stretch makes you ache but you need it to satiate yourself, all your worries slipping away as she forces her way in.

…

and to no one’s surprise, she is not pulling out no matter how much you plead. ropes of thick pearly cum floods your womb, her hips still rutting against yours as she uses you to get off.

“gonna finally knock you up” she babbles with a toothy grin, blissed out from her orgasm and barely coherent. “just gotta keep you full all the time, hm? you’re not gonna waste a single drop of my cum, are you?” she questions in a squeaky voice, cooing as you nod your head dumbly at her words.

… erm yeah im sorta passionate abt this but i can make a full fic eventually just cause we need to talk about the mating press position she puts you in eventually but whatevs!

[blueheron15]

CINNAMON

pairing: jj maybank x bsf!reader

summary: when you struggle with your eating disorder and body image issues, jj is always there to help you. cuz that's what best friends do... right?

warnings: flangst, ed

a/n: i rewrote this a million times but think i’m finally happy with it. if your struggling with something similar, YOU ARE NOT ALONE! my inbox is always open ♡

you stood in front of the mirror in your bathroom. you were in a cute, lose white tank top that stopped a few inches above your belly button and a short white skirt with little pink flowers scattered around. you made sure your thigh gap was visible, and the faint outline of some of your ribs. because in some, sick way you had wanted other girls at the kegger to ogle at your slimness.

something inside of you was wrong. very wrong. you were so put together. giggly. full of life. sometimes you even thought you were pretty. but in this moment, you wouldn't use any of those adjectives to describe yourself. you were so in your head. you were broken.

you hated yourself. maybe you even deserved the constant hunger pain. the dizziness whenever you stood, or moved too fast.

you had body image issues to the third degree, and developed an eating disorder at the ripe age of 13. sometimes you felt fine. normal. but other times, like this, it was hard to function.

bracing your hands against the counter, you inhaled a deep breath. you're okay. you're okay.

you slowly lifted your head back up, not wanting to look yourself in the eyes, but u were interrupted by a knocking at your bedroom window.

you were pretty sure it was jj. tucking your hair behind your ears, you padded over and a soft smile graced your lips as you were met with jj’s face on the other side of the glass.

he was in his usual attire- ripped tank top, cargo shorts, boots, and a backwards cap- as you opened the window and guided him in. he immediately flopped down on your bed and got comfortable on his back.

“how’re you on this fine evening?” he questioned in a southern drawl.

“all good in the hood.” you lied.

“yeah, well not for me. i was lookin all over for you dude! why didn’t you tell me you were leavin? woulda come with you.”

“first of all, get your shoes off of my bed.”

“yes ma’am.” he saluted, sitting up to take off his boots.

“and,” you sighed, opening a drawer to pull out your pajamas. you really did not wanna cry right now. but you could feel your throat pulsing and lips beginning to wobble. “i don’t know.” you mumbled. “i just don’t feel well.”

you quickly walked into your bathroom, closing the door shut behind you, wrapping your arms around yourself. “fuck,” you mutter under your breath, palming your face.

“woah, woah, woah.” you heard jj call as he scrambled off of your bed, standing in front of the door. he shook the handle, but it was locked. he moved to rest his palm against the door. “what’s wrong, bubba?” he asked softly.

you hiccuped at his words. it was the nick name you often used for him when comforting him after a fight with his dad, or cleaning up his cuts and bruises.

he called you the name too, in your vulnerable moments like this. while rare, he had experienced your break downs before. with him being the only person you could open up to without the fear of judgement.

at first, he would often get angry and frustrated. no one was allowed to think so terribly about his girl like that. not even herself. when he was there, he learned to gently coax you out of your thoughts, the only person capable of doing that.

“c’mon,�� he gently prodded. “what’s goin on in that pretty little head of yours?”

you moved to sit on the toilet, pulling your legs up to your chest and resting your head in the crook of your knees as you silently cried. “don’t know.”

“don’t bullshit me, y/n.” he said with concern.

“i- god i just feel fucking insane! like, why can’t i have a normal time at a normal party with out comparing myself to everyone else? why can’t i eat like a normal person? like, i didn’t even wanna drink that much because i know i’ll get bloated. i c-can’t function sometimes and i know saying this out loud prob’ly makes me look crazy, even to myself… but i’m just so tired, jay.” you whimpered.

he was on the verge of tears himself as he leant his forehead against the door. he was just as clueless as you. he didn’t know why you always restricted meals, or often just didn’t eat in general. he didn’t understand how food genuinely tasted like ash in your mouth because it had become so difficult for you to swallow, metaphorically and literally.

he didn’t understand how you thought you were anything less than absolutely perfect. so he offered the only thing he could.

“i’m sorry, baby.”

“it’s fine.” you mumbled, defeated.

“it’s not,” he insisted gently. “i… i know i’m not your therapist or whatever. but i always wanna help you in anyway i can. so… please, let me in.”

your eye brows scrunched in confusion, thinking back to a minute ago when you basically poured your heart out. “i just did.” you said, confused.

“no, like, let me in.” he said, jiggling the door knob.

“oh,” you said, a genuine grin coming over you face. you reached over without fully sitting up and unlocked the door, which was open in an instant.

“c’mere.” he said, opening his arms and pulling you into a hug. his muscular arms providing a sense of home and security.

i’m so tired. you repeated. whether you said it in your head out loud, you weren’t sure. but regardless, jj caught you as you jumped up and locked your ankles behind his lower back, nuzzling your face into his neck and holding onto him just as tightly as he was holding on to you.

he buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and pressing kisses to your head, leaning against the wall as he held you up. “you’re good. i gotcha, mama. you’re gonna be okay.”

you’re not sure how long he held the two of you up, but you were dozing off as you played with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“alright,” he finally said, rearranging his grip on you and walking out of the bathroom. he placed you down on your side of the bed. “how’s this sound; you change into your pajamas, i make us a lil snack, and then we watch a movie, or go to bed. hmm?”

you nodded languidly. he snatched the clothes you had taken from your drawer off of your dresser- a lose fitted blue t shirt and a pair of cotton shorts, holding them out for you with one hand.

the other hand scratched at his eye. a nervous tick.

now, it’s not like he wanted to see you getting changed in this moment. but you are the leading star of his wet dreams….

obviously, though this was not the time. he knew that.

but the emotional toll of the break down and the psychical toll of you being hungry had run its course. you felt your limbs melting into the bed. so, with flushing cheeks, you asked him quietly. “um. can you…” you started, nodding your head to the clothes.

his eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he tried not to sound hopeful. “y’sure?”

“don’t wanna move.” you shrugged. you watched as a suggestive glimmer adorned his eyes. ah, jj maybank. ever the pervert. you kicked his shin with your foot.

“hey, watch it!” his voice rose an octave as he jumped back to defend himself “you just said you were too tired to move!”

“don’t be a perv, j. it’s the same thing as me being in a bikini.”

“not really” he mumbled, sitting down next to you.

jesus, you didn’t have it in you to fight anymore as you felt your eyes tearing up again. “whatever, i’ll just-“ you started, extending a hand to grab your pjs.

“hey, no.” he insisted, placing his hand over yours and gently putting it back on your side. “i’ll do it, y/n.”

you closed your eyes, leaning your head against the headboard as you nodded. here you were- offering yourself to someone so intimately in your most vulnerable state. and it wasn’t even about sex. jj had never experienced anything like you before.

his fingertips ghosted over the hem of your top. “arms up.” he whispered huskily, stripping you of your shirt. he let a hand gracefully fall on top of your stomach, lightly trailing his fingers up and down, his thumb sweeping over your side and your ribs. your eyes screwed shut impossibly tight.

a tear rolled down your cheek as you wearily opened your eyes. he was staring at you with not a pitiful look like you had expected. his expression was fairly neutral as he took it all in, but there was a hint of… love in his eyes.

he grabbed your ankles, threading them through your skirt, leaving you in a bra and panties. he then dressed you so delicately, his calloused and bruised hands juxtaposing the way he handled you in his arms.

“good?” he asked, smiling with pride at dressing you, giving your hips a squeeze. you nodded, then he rushed out of the room, promising to “be right back!”

he came back carrying an assortment of chips and some containers of fruit, placing them down on your nightstand table.

the two of you ate together for a while in silence, your room illuminated only by the movie playing in the background. you laid next to each other, shoulder and thighs touching. occasionally, when he noticed you struggling, he’d pop and raspberry into ur mouth and coddle you, using his fingers to grip you jaw and move it up and down, causing you to giggle and nearly choke.

after a while, with a mouthful of chips he said. “we’re basically married now, you know that right? like, all this shit i just did for you? it’s what fuckin elderly couples do for each other.”

you snorted. “yeah, right. ur not even my boyfriend.”

“well, can i be?” he teased.

“no.” you replied in a deadpan tone.

this was a common conversation between the two of you- best friends who were not so secretly in love with each other.

“fuck you.”

“fuck you.”

a beat of silence. you placed your baggie of chips on your night stand, and turned on your side to rest your head against his chest. “i’m tired.” you sighed. “thanks for helping me.” you murmured lazily.

“‘course,” he said, kissing your head. “g’night. love you.”

“love you too.”

[seominis]

dom!jake headcanons ! જ⁀➴ ♡

s.jy ── nsfw hcs ꕤ p. soft dom!jake x afab!reader, w. smut (18+ mdni!), praise kink, cockwarming, mentions of aftercare, ✿ made a soft vs hard dom!enha series, please read all parts! ⊹ ࣪ ˖ heeseung won the poll, but his is longer than I expected i have to make some cuts so enjoy this instead hehe :3

dom!enha series (in progress): sunoo, jake, heeseung, jay, jungwon, sunghoon ──── you are reading -> jakes vers

to read all you have to do is click under the cut!, reminder, this fic contains nsfw content, and I don’t want anyone under 18, interacting ^^ please respect that hehe <33

dom!jake who can’t stop kissing you when you get shy. your cheeks go pink and your eyes avoid his, but he just tilts your chin up, murmurs, “look at me, pretty girl,” and plants slow, sweet kisses on your lips until you melt into him. he’ll palm your thighs while whispering, “you get so cute when you’re nervous. i could eat you up.”

dom!jake who always asks before doing anything. “can i take your panties off?” “can i touch you here?” and when you nod, wide-eyed and breathless, he’ll grin, press his forehead to yours, and say, “thank you, baby. thank you for letting me take care of you.”

dom!jake who makes you ride his cock just to warm him up before bed, your body curled around him, your face tucked into his neck, and his arms caging you in like he’s keeping you safe. “just like that, angel. stay full of me, yeah? we don’t have to move… just wanna feel you.”

dom!jake who praises the hell out of you when you give him head, runs his hands through your hair, guides you gently while sighing out, “fuck, baby… so good, so perfect.. gonna make me cum with that pretty mouth, huh?” and when you gag? he wipes your lips and kisses your forehead like you just made him the happiest man alive.

dom!jake who puts a pillow under your hips and rubs your thighs when he’s getting ready to fuck you; “need you to be comfy, sweet girl. we’ll go slow. i got you.” and he means it. every single thrust is laced with love, even when he’s fucking you deep enough to cry.

dom!jake who lives for aftercare. he’s obsessed with you limp and fucked-out in his arms, barely able to keep your eyes open. he’ll coo sweet nothings into your hair like, “you did so well for me, baby. so proud of you. my perfect girl.” and then carry you to the bathroom to clean you up like you’re royalty.

dom!jake who wakes up hard every morning and doesn’t even say anything, just rolls over, pulls you into his chest, slides a hand between your legs and starts rubbing slow little circles. when you whimper, he mumbles, “shh… it’s just me, baby. lemme make you feel good.” then fucks you slow and sleepy until he’s moaning into your neck and you’re clenching around him like you’ll never let go.

dom!jake who gets genuinely pouty if you’re too tired or sore to play. not mad, just… soft and desperate. clings to you like a warm puppy and says, “it’s okay, baby. just want your cuddles tonight. but i miss you already.”

© seominis 2025. all rights reserved. dont copy, repost, or translate without my permission. my inbox is open!

[hopelesshaidys]

Midnights (3AM Edition)

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‧₊˚♡pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

‧₊˚♡summary: Katsuki can't sleep, oh, and he's hopelessly in love with you

‧₊˚♡tags: obviously cussing, reader has a quirk that manipulates/creates shadows, no pronouns are used but reader is written as gender neutral as possible, blood is mentioned, mentions of reader being American mb bro i cannot help myself, also reader has that weighted stuffed dinosaur from target bc i have one and i cannot sleep w/out him, there's mention of the bnha war arc and i just decided the reader got impaled during the war for the drama of it all sue me, reader has scars - so whether that be from the war or anything else that is up for you to decide

‧₊˚♡masterlist 

inbox is open so hmu!!

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Bakugou Katsuki has a schedule. A strict set of rules that he must follow because Bakugou Katsuki is very serious about his state of well being.

For years he has made sure to train his body in a multitude of ways; through diet, exercise, and especially his sleep. Once 8:30PM strikes on the clock Katsuki has already brushed his teeth, washed his face, put on comfortable clothes, and is tucked in bed with the lights off and eyes closed. Sure his friends had made fun of him for it but since when did he ever take them seriously? Watching them mope around in the morning while he was alert than anyone else in the class. 

That was, until the war. 

Some may not realize, but participating in a war as a literal teenager, is not very healthy for one's psyche. Especially when that war causes one to die and then come back to life.

The physical healing procedure was already tormenting enough. His heart still spiking when he exercises, and his body still aching from the broken and bruised bones. Despite the complications, Katsuki could take it. This was merely a bump in the road, and what didn’t kill him will only make him stronger. Mentally healing however, that was a more demanding and strenuous battle. 

Which brings him at 3AM sitting straight up in his bed drenched in sweat. 

Not only was Katsuki struggling to even fall asleep before 12AM, now he was jolting awake when his nightmares replayed the moment he lost his life. 

Katsuki was tired. He was tired of feeling like every other one of his dumbass friends in the morning, and he was tired of having to relive his trauma every night. 

“You look like shit.” 

Katsuki’s eyes shifted upwards, the sun coming through the classroom windows making him squint. When his eyes adjusted to the newfound brightness, suddenly all he could do was stare. The sun had perfectly lit you up, your hair, eyes, whole body. You looked like a goddamn angel. 

“Not even a snarky comeback, damn, you really are feeling rough huh?” 

Grumbling, he forces his line of sight away from your body. He mumbles a quick “fuck off” but you did the exact opposite, jumping up on his desk and putting your face in his view.

Katsuki knew he had a crush on you, he knew he had feelings for you and he knows he’s a coward for never asking you out. Things just happened so quickly; by the time he finally admitted to himself that he was basically "in love" with you (Kaminari’s words, not his), Izuku had left and the both of you were too busy trying to get him back to further your relationship. 

That never stopped him from his endless pining though. Everything about you drove him insane, he had never felt so at ease and like a madman at the same time. Your drive, strength, intelligence, courage, beauty, way with words, humor. All the way down to the way you look at him, he was down bad. In his eyes, you were perfect. 

“Kats,” the softness of your voice caused him to look back into your eyes, immediately relaxing his shoulders. You turned your hand palm-up, a silent way of asking him to intertwine his fingers with yours. This was a new habit between the two of you, starting during Izuku’s disappearance. At first it was just the pinkies, both afraid of the intimacy of it would bring into their friendship. That was, until one particularly grueling night, where it turned into Katsuki fully holding onto your hand with both of his, as if he was scared of you disappearing into thin air. 

Katsuki stared at your hands for a moment, taking in the small scars and calluses littered all over. Without a second thought his hand was laced with yours, already starting to feel better. What a loser he's turned out to be.

You nudged him with your knee, head craned to look at his face that he was hiding from you. “What’s going on?” 

He was hoping that you wouldn't ask, knowing that he would immediately open up like the lovesick fool he is. Taking in a deep breath, Katsuki shifted his neck to look back up at you. 

“Can’t sleep, makin’ me all shitty.”

You snorted, not being able to help yourself being tickled with his childish mumbles. You quickly shot him a quick “sorry” when his eyes narrowed at your laughter.

Rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb, you spoke up. “Yeah, nightmares are the worst.”

Katsuki nodded his head slowly, knowing you’d understand despite the lack of information. 

“You know you can always come crash with me if you need it.” 

Katsuki was now more awake than he had been in weeks. His eyes widened as they glued onto your casual demeanor. Swinging your feet, you looked up and smiling at your friends as they stumbled into classroom waving enthusiastically at each other. The words just flowed out of your mouth, and not a single tell with your body language hinted at those words being unnatural to you. So much so, when you looked back at him you had the nerve to look at him confused and chuckle at his expression. 

“You’re a freak,” Katsuki mumbled as he slipped his hand out of yours. He folded his arms and set his head back down onto his arms, but that only caused you to laugh harder. 

You ruffle his head affectionately getting up from his desk, Katsuki grunting as he pretended he didn’t enjoy the domesticity. While you walked away, he couldn’t help but let his gaze follow. Seeing you so bright just interacting with your friends, it was something that never ceased to amaze him. You had gone through so much mentally and physically despite being so young. With all the trauma you had endured, Katsuki watched you live life to the fullest. He watched you continue to have fun, laugh, cry, do all the things you love; he watched you become a hero. 

That is exactly why Katsuki found himself standing in front of your dorm door at 3 in the morning, hand only inches away from your door handle. This is stupid, it's so immeasurably idiotic, he had to be insane. The lack of sleep had indubitably affected his ability to think straight because what the hell did he think he was doing? This was only going to keep him more awake, he was going to be so goddamn nervous laying in your bed and being that close to you. Nonetheless, Katsuki turned the knob, immediately cringing at the creak the door made. Was he supposed to wake you up when he got in there or just...lay down? This was the first time in his life he entered a room without knowing how to proceed and that is how he knew he had gone full berserk.

He took a single step into the room, immediately nearly blew up the whole goddamn school. There was the unmistakable sound of a man's voice.

Now on full alert, Katsuki scanned the area despite his eyes having to adjust to the dark in order to see where the source was coming from. The voice was deep, and speaking in English which only lead Katsuki to become more irritated. It wasn't until he made out your laptop being on and playing a video, that he was able to let out a sigh of relief. He forgot that you liked to put on YouTube while you slept.

"Helps me for when I wake up in the night, 'cause then I can just watch it. Helps get my mind off of things until I fall asleep." You explained shrugging your shoulders, mouth still chewing on whatever candy Sero had thrown your way.

"Plus I don't like being in the silence with my own thoughts," you tilted your head over at Katsuki as he raised an eyebrow at you. "The voices say the wildest shit sometimes."

At the time, Katsuki was not shy about how weird he thought you were for having some random guy play video games in order to sleep. However, with his new predicament he understands the appeal much more. It's a good distraction to use in order to stop thinking about whatever traumatic incident you just relived momentarily, not that he was ever going admit to you about all of that.

Shutting the door, Katsuki put one foot in front of the other, feeling like he was in some sort of hypnosis. Maybe you were awake and your started to use your quirk on him, stupid umbrakinesis or whatever it was called. (That is what it was called. Katsuki made sure to memorize it and learn everything he could about it- the creation or manipulation of darkness and shadows- a powerful quirk only made sense given how perfect everything else about you was. Although Katsuki has a strong feeling he'd still love you even if you were quirkless.)

When he finally got to your bed, like the awkward pathetic idiot he is, Katsuki just stood there. He could not, for the life of him figure out what to do next. He was actively trying to decide whether if he should just turn around to leave. Act like nothing even happened, just have to live with the embarrassment for the rest of his life.

No, he couldn't give up now! If he goes back to his dorm he'll just stay up even later than usual just replaying what he just did over and over until he rips all of his hair out. Besides, you told him he could "crash" in your room, he had even made sure of it later that day to make sure he wasn't hallucinating those words.

When the two of you finished sparring for the day (the only reason you won three times in a row was because he was tired, no other reason) he stomped over to you. "What the fuck did you mean by me 'crashing with you' twilight"

(not Katsuki's best work nickname wise but seeing you laugh and let him call you that caused him to keep using it)

"Kat," you huffed as you rolled your eyes at his attitude. "You told me you're not sleeping well because of the nightmares, and I just wanna help you out."

You unraveled the cloth wraps from your fingers, something that Katsuki was weirdly attracted to and had no idea what to do with that information. You looked up from his hands, causing him to snap his head back up and pretend like he wasn't oogling at your arms and hands.

He continued to watch as you shoved the cloth in your gym bag, continuing your explanation.

"Speaking from experience; I know how lonely it can get when you wake up from an agonizing nightmare all alone, and I wondered if having someone there keeping you grounded could help." Your eyes met his, sweat still running down your face from the previous activity. He watched as you extended your hand to his, gently grabbing the tips of his fingers. "I'm here for you, seriously."

And goddammit if that didn't convince Katsuki to come into your room at 3AM after an "agonizing nightmare." Just his luck, he dreamt of the moment of your impalement during the war; watching the life leave your eyes and your body drop to the earth. It was too overbearing to relive, and Katsuki knew he had to see you in order to convince his brain that you were okay, that you are safe.

Putting one knee on the bed, Katsuki observed your face, sound asleep. You were sprawled out, cuddled up to that stupid weighted stuffed dinosaur that you always insisted bringing to movie nights and sleepovers. Mina often had hosted sleepovers that even the boys could join in on, and whenever he found out you would be present he'd stay up a little later just to be with you. You would have that stupid thing in your lap all night long, and Bakugou Katsuki will neither confirm nor deny that he was jealous of a plushie.

You slowly turned your head onto the side, your movement causing Katsuki to snap out of his thoughts. Anxiously, he made sure to study your breathing just to make sure you were still okay. Once he concluded that you were healthy, his eyes continued to drift over your unconscious form.

Your pjs consisted of an oversized shirt that had your home state football team on it, but was fading due to how old it was. The goddamn shirt was so big on you he couldn't tell if you even had pants on (once you shifted Katsuki carefully and painfully watched to make sure you had shorts on which you did- thank gods). You wore the shirt often, wondering the hauls of the dorm with it on. It wasn't originally yours, and you never told Katsuki who it belonged to before hand. All that he knew was it was someone hard for you to bring up, but you still had love for.

Another thing he found himself weirdly jealous about, the fact that you had an entirely different life before Japan, before him. Selfishly, it always made him feel better whenever you confided in him about how miserable you were before you moved. Although those early years of your life was important to you, Katsuki was glad he was apart of your life that you were actually happy during.

Continuing his examination, he followed the tracings of your scars with his eyes. Always finding the markings both admirable and sickening because of the pain you had to endure in order to receive them. Looking back up at your face, he had to fight the urge just to find out if your skin is really as soft as it looks. As much as he loves having your eyes on him, he had always enjoyed your sleeping form. Unable to explain, it made him feel satisfied to see you at peace and finally get the rest that you deserve.

Katsuki noticed you have never been a good sleeper, and he certainly had noticed that only got worse after the war. Study 'dates' ended with you falling asleep in his bed, or during lunch you tended to sneak a quick nap on Katsuki's shoulder when the two of you sat in the hallway to avoid the noise of the cafeteria. He hesitated, worried that his interruption may worsen your sleep for the night, before a loud noise came from your computer.

Despite the computer being on a low volume and his focus on you, Katsuki jumped. His knee bounced the bed due to the pressure he laid on it as he stumbled away, and much to his demise, you woke up. Loudly.

A fury of shadows came shooting out of the walls, nearly hitting the backside of Katsuki. His previous exhaustion being long forgotten as he dove onto your bed in order to dodge a tendril near him.

"Katsuki?!"

All of the tornado-like-shadows froze, the fear in your eyes slowly leaving and the shadows started to dissipate as a result. Katsuki let out a breath of relief, changing from his hands and knees hunched over position to sit with his legs off of your bed awkwardly. You stared at him for a moment, eyes still wide from shock and mouth open. He knew you were waiting for an explanation but now that he was actually sitting on your bed, eye to eye, he had nothing to say. Your incredulous expression stayed the same before you looked around throwing your hands around, eventually let out a loud sigh.

You rubbed your hand over your face, trying to rid of the sleep in your eyes before finally speaking. "Dude, what the fuck is going on with you?"

It’s ironic, Katsuki had been repeating those same exact words to himself all night. He was sure that it was a mixture of the sleep deprivation and the nightmare of you that brought on his body to move on their own all the way into your dorm.

He must have been staring off into space for longer than you liked, because the bed shifted and your hand was now on his shoulder. Slowly, Katsuki looked over at your hand, flinching when he saw a stream of blood dripping down your arm. When he blinked, however, the blood was gone and your arm was back to normal.

"Kat..." You scooted closer to him, daring to move your hand up his neck and resting right at his jawline. The two of you were only inches apart, but all Katsuki could focus on was your steady breathing. He swears he can see that lifeless look in your eyes sometimes, and if he let himself he could feel how cold your face felt when he cradled you in his arms.

Finally, after forcing himself to breathe again, Katsuki spoke up. "Nightmare."

He didn't want to risk worrying you so he spared the details. He knew you were going to feel some sort of burden for something you can't control. Thankfully his one word appeared to be good enough for you because your demeanor changed, shoulders relaxing and your thumb on his jawline started to caress soothing lines.

"Lay down." The bed started to shift more as you sat up fully in criss cross position, Katsuki looking at you speechless.

You, however, just raised an eyebrow at him. "You came in here to crash yeah? So lay down, get some sleep."

A moment of Katsuki staying frozen passed, the two of you maintaining sleepy eye contact. Finally, he let his heart give in as the logical side of his brain screamed at him to refuse, to leave. But he did the opposite, and he laid down staring at you still not convinced. Those feelings only grew when you laughed at him.

"You look like a newborn baby being put down into a crib for the first time.”

"You know what fuck you I'm leavin-" Katsuki started to sit up but you pushed him down with a single hit, shushing him while you did so.

"Just fucking relax man," you rolled your eyes playfully, grabbing at the covers to pull over you. "Lay on your left side, back facing me."

"You better not pull some dumb shit Twilight or else I'll-"

"Yeah, yeah you'll blow off my face or whatever predictable bullshit you were 'gonna say." You chuckled at Katsuki's awkwardness again as he stiffly moved onto his side. His eyes were wide open, every muscle in his body was tense. There was more shifting behind him before he felt you fully lay down behind him. Your lips were hovering over his neck, your breath hitting his skin causing goosebumps to rise.

"Let me know if this is too much." Your whisper against his neck was nothing compared to your arm slithering over his ribcage and leg pushing in-between where his right leg rested on top of his left. Your left hand was simply pressed against his back, which distracted him momentarily from the fact that your right hand intertwined itself with his own hand.

He stayed still for a moment, feeling as if he was on fire. Not from the two bodies being so close together, but rather from the fact that it was your body being pushed up against his. Your head was now rested against his back, and Katsuki feels as if every part of you that was touching him was melding into his own skin. He was suddenly very grateful that you had him face away from him because you surely would have made fun of the way his face reddened. He kept his breath low and shallow, so overwhelmed with the touch that he had craved from you for so long. Katsuki wasn't sure what to think, his mind completely and utterly blank.

Behind him, you took a long, deep breath. In, and out; the new relaxation of your body just caused you to sink even further into his. Thoughtlessly, Katsuki did the same thing. He forced himself to take a deep breath in, and out, closing his eyes slowly. He let go of any anxiety or fear that clung onto his fibers, allowing your fiery touch to morph into a comforting heat. As he steadied his breathing, he realized he was matching the pace of your breathing. With his eyes still shut, he allowed himself to be lulled by the existence of you. Melded into his skin, breathing at the same tempo, hands intertwined.

“Good night Kats,” you mumbled against his back. Katsuki was already half asleep, but before his consciousness slipped away, he spoke.

“Thank you.”

He felt your lips morph into a smile, but didn’t say another word. That was okay, you didn’t have to say anything.

Katsuki flipped around to face you. Now confused, you looked up at him squinting your eyes. Instead of saying anything, he wrapped his arms around you and hold onto you tightly. Wordlessly, you made yourself comfortable in the new position. This was what he needed, to hold you when you were alive, in his arms. The proximity allowed him to feel the beat of your heart, comforting his fears further. He pressed a kiss onto your forehead, letting it linger longer than he should have. Before his nervous system could catch up with the fact he just did that, your lips pressed against his chest. Against his heart.

Finally, Katsuki started to drift off to sleep. Something in him told him that he wouldn’t have anymore nightmares as long as he had you.

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✦ anyways i'll still post bnha here and there but i'll be writing for another man in a series cuz he's so scrumptious and i miss him

✦ also guys be honest is it weird to write x readers for real life people...esp if its smut... im so conflicted cuz there's literally thousands of x readers for this man but idk i get nervy so just lmk i don't wanna outfreak anyone 😔

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reader and early seasons spencer are newly dating, spencer wears his glasses around them for the first time and theyre just like 😳😵literally going feral while spence is so confused

summary/prompt + genre - You see Spencer wearing his glasses for the first time, and you’re So Normal about it. | fluff

warnings - none

wc - 503

notes - i'm so ridiciously obssessed with glasses spencer, its unreal. anywayss shy!reader with shy!spencer because i love them.

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You and Spencer have been going to the library together since you first met. It's always been one of his favorite ways to spend time with you, and now, ever since you got together last month, one of his favorite dates to take you on.

You settle into your usual spot, waiting for him to finish picking out his book. You only look up when he sits down, and your eyes go wide as soon as you do.

Glasses? Glasses. He's wearing glasses. He's sitting right next to you, wearing the most insanely attractive pair of glasses, ones that frame his perfect face perfectly, and suddenly it's hard to breathe.

What's worse is that he doesn't even mention them, quickly kissing your cheek in greeting before pulling out his book. And then he's gone, flipping page after page, completely entranced. You'd miss his attention if you weren't too busy being relieved that he's now too distracted to notice how flustered he's making you.

Plus, it gives you the chance to stare at admire him.

You watch him, wide-eyed, practically gawking at his every move. His hand flexes as he reaches up to adjust his glasses, his other one gently trailing along the paper, his tongue poking out ever so slightly while he's focusing and oh, god, is it hot in here? It feels like it's hot in here.

Unfortunately for you, though, Spencer's way too, well, Spencer to let anything go unnoticed. He feels your eyes on him, looking from his book to you.

"You okay?" He asks gently, tilting his head slightly and oh my god, he looks so good, you're done for.

You scramble to act natural, but it's hard when your book sits abandoned on your lap and practically your whole body was turned to look at him.

"Yeah! Yeah, no, no I'm fine." You try to smile reassuringly, eyes darting back to your book. "I just... I didn't know you wore glasses." You swallow, heat rushing to your face. He's quick to explain, something about running out of contacts? You were too... distracted to really listen, but that sounded like the gist of it. You nod.

"Do you-" Spencer clears his throat, and you're too focused on stewing in your own embarrassment to notice his. "Do you not like them?" The worry in his voice catches your attention, finally looking at him.

"No!" You blurt it out before you can stop yourself. "No, I... I really like them. Like, really, really like them."

"Oh." His voice is soft, a bashful little smile on his face. "I'm glad you like them." He laughs, almost bordering on a giggle, and you don't think you've ever adored someone more.

"Yeah." You smile back, you can't help it. Satisfied, you both go back to your respective books in a comfortable silence.

Until he breaks it. "Guess I'll have to wear them more often, then." He mumbles, mostly to himself, and your head snaps up to look at him again.

"What was that?"

"...Nothing."

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HEYYYY IM THE GIRL FROM THE COMMENT SECTION OF YOUR ORION AND D-16 AND THEIR SUPERIOR FIC!!! i just wanted to let you know it was adorable and that if it’s alright with you i would love to see a part two! 💕💕💕

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orion pax x femme + superior! reader x d-16 - part 2

warnings: MAJOR transformers one spoilers, sentinel prime likes the reader too HELP, my cutie patootie oc being mentioned once, darkwing being darkwing electric boogaloo, cheesy stuff once again

summary: takes place during the iacon 5000, and a bit of the aftermath that follows. orion's crush is still very obvious and d-16 is warming up to you.

a/n: SO MANY NOTES ON PART 1?? TYSM EVERYONE 💗💗💗💗 and also a round of applause to this lovely requester here sending the ask that motivated me to make a part 2 :3 sorry it took so long i was busy with art commissions and writing my dark deception fic :( hopefully this will live up to the expectations of the 30 ppl that sent me in inbox to make a part 2 !! if you guys want a part 3 with even more stuff, lemme know in the inbox! it would be kinda fun to make a mini series with this idea for the whole movie !! ENJOY !!!

word count: 1740

proofread: minimal (lemme know if there's any errors!!)

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somehow, you managed to gain one of the best spots in iacon to watch the race take place.

well, it was easy to know why.

sentinel prime himself considered you as one of ‘his closest friend’, so he reserved a special seat just for you: right next to him.

best seat in the house.

it was a very overwhelming experience overall, with cameras all pointed towards you and THE sentinel prime, the fact that you were simply next to the savior of iacon, the slight confusion you had for what you and sentinel were. i mean, you only spoke to him professionally, and those were rare occasions. surely, he met thousands of new bots everyday, yet he remembered you of all bots. 

but all of that couldn’t compare to the dread that took over your entire body as soon as you heard sentinel utter the following:

“i’m sorry- are those miners in the race?” the two of you turned around to the giant screen to see that, indeed, there were cogless bots participating in the race.

and not just any cogless bots, bots from your sector!

and not just bots from your sector, it was those two charming bots orion pax and d-16!

your optics widened at the revelation, on the point of transforming to go and stop them before they get damaged beyond repair but sentinel held you back.

“hey- hey, what are you doing??” he mumbled, looking back at the cameras every few seconds to make sure they weren’t focused on him.

“those are workers from my sector!! i-i know them, i have to sto-”

“come on, (y/n), relax! they’ll be fine! besides, think of the inspirational boost it’ll give the other miners if they do win. they’ll be delighted.” he tried coaxing you into relaxing, going so far as to gently rub your shoulder in an attempt at comforting you but you had none of it.

“this is a first in iacon 5000 history!”

“oh primus, please, please, please keep them alive!,,,”

“how are they going to survive?”

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eventually, the cameras couldn’t pick up feed on the tunnel that the majority of the racers, including orion and d-16, were in. the thought of finding them crushed or in worse condition sickened you. with a trembling hand, you quickly gripped onto sentinel’s, who couldn’t help but look smug at your reaction.

“they’ll be okay,,, right?!” you asked him and the prime sighed.

“don’t worry. if they end up hurt, we’ll just send them to medbay-”

“i don’t believe it! the miners take down darkwing!”

the crowd went wild at the display, somehow getting louder than it already was. the femme and the prime watched in astonishment as the miners went from last place to third place in such a short amount of time. 

well, now you knew that darkwing was going to complain about that to you for the rest of the work cycle.

you let go of the blue and golden bot’s hand (much to his very visible disappointment) to place it over your mouth. your optics shined in absolute amazement, watching the main screen showing orion and d-16 looking more and more hopeful. 

“OHH, MINERS!” darkwing literally roared at them, his fists clenching in total anger. 

“great effort, darkwing!” orion attempted to cheer on darkwing for his efforts, but deep down, he knew once this was over, he and his companion were royally fucked.

“t-that worked! it actually worked! you think (y/n) saw all that?!” d-16 beamed, getting more and more excited at the thought of you watching them- watching him win the race.

“i’m sure she’s watching! she’ll be so proud of us!”

after passing the magnetic obstacle course tunnel (much to your relief, poor bots would have been crushed beyond repair), you felt like your body couldn’t handle all the amount of excitement, especially with the announcer going:

“a four-bot pile-up in the magnetic tunnel and the two miners are now in first position! this is UNBELIEVABLE!”

the speechless prime turned around, facing the finish line, pulling you alongside to observe. 

from the corner of his optic, he watched your reactions with envy. you never reacted that way whenever he showed up to your office unprompted.

were those two cog-less bots really that important when he’s here?

however, his train of thoughts was interrupted as a shattered piece from a nearly crushed racer hit d-16 from behind, making the grey bot trip and fracture his leg. you gasped at the outcome, praying they were still close enough to make it.

orion reached for d-16, pulling him up and slinging him onto his back, slowly making his way to the finish line. 

everyone was losing it, including sentinel, who was on the edge of his seat. will they make it in time? 

even the announcer seemed to be overly excited!

orion quickly looked up to your radiant face, feeling another rush of energy flow through him simply by seeing your wonderstruck expression. by the allspark, you looked glorious with all the different lights shining onto your armour.

“one miner is now carrying the other, mere steps from the finish line in the most amazing, sensational, dramatic, heart-rending, exciting, thrilling finish in the history of-”

and all of a sudden, all of it was cut short as a white and cyan mech ran into the smaller bots, knocking them back down. the mech transformers and slid across the finish line, throwing her fists in the air.

“WE HAVE A WINNERRR!! CHROMIA COMES FROM BEHIND TO TAKE THE PRIZE! talk about an iacon 5000 for the ages!”

your excitement died down. sure, you were happy for chromia, she won fair and square, but,,,

you sighed as you watched every other surviving racer fly past the two miners, still trying to see the small mechs as sentinel let out a chuckle, dragging you away with him to congratulate the winner.

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“mmh, they should be right here, miss.”

“thank you, mekastat.”

the pale red and pink bot nodded at you with a courteous smile, walking away from the medbay you were informed that orion and d-16 were in. you let out a long sigh, clearing your throat and before you could knock at the door, you managed to overhear the ongoing conversation.

“we are SO screwed!” you could distinguish d-16’s frustrated voice through the commotion, followed by orion’s more gentle tone:

“i thought you weren’t talking to me,,,”

“hey, look, i know it's all a big joke to you, but not me! i was paying my dues. i was going places and now they're going to bust me down- i don't even know how many tiers-”

“d, i’m sorry-”

“A-AND NOT JUST THAT! SHE SAW IT ALL HAPPEN! SHE,,, she saw everything.” she? no, that doesn’t matter. your curiosity will be your downfall.

with a quick knock, their conversation was cut short as you quietly walked in. orion immediately sat up straight, his optics wide open. a blush (that you assumed was out of embarrassment) decorated his face. d-16, however, didn’t even look you in the eye, his head hunched over in shame.

“hi.”

they waited for any form of reprimand from you, but since you simply stared back at them as to wait for them to speak, orion decided to be the first to break the ice.

“,,, i’m so sorry, (y/n), i was the one to s-suggest the idea of us participating. demote me but not d-16, i practically dragged him along into this.” d-16 turned his head just a little bit at his friend, the tension in his yellow optics leaving just a tad bit.

you thought for a while, looking away and missed the way that even in such a situation where you were supposed to, yes, reprimand them, orion looked up at you like you hung the moon and the stars combined. even in the poor lighting the room had, your armour still shined in a hypnotizing way. at least, in orion’s eyes.

“i should punish you for breaking protocol like this.”

“we know,,,” “but.” you got down on your knees, still towering over the miners, and with a small and gracious smile, you said: “i won’t. besides, even if you lost, that was still the coolest thing i’ve ever seen.”

hearing that made d-16’s helm rise back up to stare at you with a bewildered expression, matching his friend. 

“really??”

you then let out a small giggle and gave them a bigger smile, which totally didn’t make the two smaller bots swoon. “it was amazing! you were both so fast, and you managed to take down darkwing?? he’s never going to hear the end of it! do you know how long he’s been training for this day and he was beaten by you two, who never trained for this type of action?!”

they’ve never seen you this excited, just the sight made up for the fact that they had lost and possibly humiliated themselves to millions of cybertronians. 

“if anything, if sentinel doesn’t end up giving you guys a prize for making it this far, i’d think he’d be wasting an opportunity to celebrate true racers!” 

“oh- wait! sentinel! what’s he going to do with us??” asked d-16, nearly getting up from the table, stress once more filling his processors. 

your excitement died down at the mention of his name. oh, right. him.

“um, i could try to convince him to not do anything drastic! he considers me a friend of his, apparently.”

“that won’t be necessary.” another femme’s voice droned out, one that you immediately recognized. 

“i’ll take it from here, (y/n). head back to your post.” airachnid ordered, stepping aside for you to leave. you turned your helm to the miners and waved goodbye, still watching them as you walked away until they were no longer in sight.

as you were about to leave the building, you bumped into darkwing, who despite not having visible facial features, you could tell with the way he was walking that he was still absolutely infuriated.

“darkwing,,,?” you asked and in response, he swiftly turned around, grabbed you by the shoulders and screamed:

“I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE A VERY BEAUTIFUL AND VALUED BOT IN MY LIFE.” and so he power walked into the hospital, leaving you utterly confused.

,,,

what.

wait why was he going in the hospital?

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cumfort me! ♥

synopsis: you had a long day at work. luckily, your boyfriend gojo satoru, can help you forget all about it.

gojo satoru x reader smut! MDNI

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it felt like everything was working against you today. you had decided to get into work earlier than usual to get a headstart on the never-ending pile of tasks but was met with a massive train delay. this caused you to be in your office an hour later than usual. to make matters worse, colleagues from different departments were blowing up your email inbox about various types of requests and questions. it felt like your to-do list was growing by the second whereas time was rapidly slipping away. it was finally 7pm when you decided that you had made enough progress to stop. although you were slightly dehydrated and starving, all you could think about was returning home, which is not really a place but a person, who is none other than gojo satoru.

you haphazardly shoved everything into your bag and slid through the elevator doors, pressing the “close door” button as quickly as possible, hoping no one wants to join you on the elevator ride. it truly felt like things were finally going right when you were able to travel down 20 floors to the lobby uninterrupted. 

feeling all of your patience evaporate into thin air, you opt to take an uber home instead of the train, especially after the morning’s festivities at the station. after shutting the apartment door behind you, you shrug off everything you were holding right then and there at the foyer. without missing a beat, you quickly pad over to the figure sitting by the couch and slump on the floor in between his legs to rest your head on his lap. 

gojo’s hands immediately find their way to your hair, stroking it softly. “hi baby, you’re finally home. did’ya miss me that much?” he teased. he gently cups your face to raise your head so he can take a good look at you. 

“today was just so horrible, ‘toru. the trains were late, everyone at work kept asking me for something and on top of that, I had a million deadlines of my own to meet,” you whined, closing your eyes and nuzzling into his hand. gojo let you vent as much as you needed about the inconveniences of public transportation, superiors who always dumped work they didn’t want to do on others and just how exhausted you’ve been this past week. he occasionally nods and gives out sounds of agreement to let you know he’s listening, but inside, his gears are churning, thinking of how to turn around this bad day for you. 

“can you just fuck me so good that I forget all about today?” you mumble, face planted on his lap. it went quiet. you lifted your head up to see if he had heard you and when you made eye contact, it was like a switch had been flipped within him. in addition to that beautiful aquamarine color, he was giving you those bedroom eyes that sent jolts down to the tips of your toes. 

gojo swoops you up from the ground and lets you straddle him as he walks the two of you into the bedroom. “don’t worry baby, ‘m gonna fuck your pretty lil’ brain out.” he says as he sets you down on the bed. he kisses your temple while unbuttoning your white chiffon blouse and sliding off your tight little pencil skirt. 

as much as he loved you in your girlboss corporate attire, the view of you disheveled in your matching black lacy underwear under him made his cock throb. throwing all of his clothes to the side, he grinded his bare cock against your panties. “need more.” you whined. he slides your underwear to the side and a string of moans erupt from your lips the moment his fat tip catches on your clit. he could feel your cunt squeeze on nothing, needing to be stuffed to the brim. 

although his raging dick was telling him to just thrust into that pretty little pussy, he held off. He quickly rids you of all your underwear, revealing those perky tits and sopping wet pussy. 

“you’re such’a whore. already so wet and i barely did anything,” gojo says he lifts your legs up so he can remove your soiled panties. “did’ya fantasize about this dick all day at work?” he asks, roughly spreading apart your legs so he can get a taste. “yes, ‘toru. I couldn’t get it off my mind and I wanted to get home as soon as I could to you,” you say, scooting up and away from him. “so how about you let me suck you off first,” you say with a sultry gaze, while getting on your knees.

he does not oppose this and is already leaning back on the headboard. you rest on your tummy and elbows in between the space of his spread out legs, with your legs up dangling in the air. you have a firm grip on the base of his thick cock and start to slowly stroke it. gojo lets out a hum of relief as you continue to use your hands. you look up at his face and his expressions as you experiment with different grip strength and pace. by the time you begin slapping his tip on the flat of your tongue, he already looks so adorably fucked-out. “b-baby, just put it in already,” he says, hands finding your hair and guiding you to his length. in an instant, you have him deep inside your throat where a long moan elicits from his lips. his hips couldn’t help but to buck up into your mouth, face-fucking you. 

focusing on the feeling of his thick cock thrusting down your throat, tears well up in your inner corners as your pussy drools with desire. gojo opens his eyes to take a look at his baby, who is doing her best to pleasure him, and sees your legs squeezing together, hoping for any sort of friction. he slides his slick cock from your mouth. “get on all fours, pretty girl.”  he says, while getting up to his feet and planting them at the edge of the bed. 

your heart is racing with excitement for what’s to come. your ass is high up in the air and your back is in a seductive arch. turning your head back to look at him, you see him pump his dick a few times before aligning himself with your wet entrance. the first thrust has you feeling weak as your form begins to break. “stay with me, baby,” gojo says, while giving you a mixture of fast shallow and deep thrusts to keep you on your toes. 

you can feel his cock buried so deep inside you, hitting your cervix. “r-relax a little, baby, s’fuckin’ tight,” he blurts out, head rolling back as he is catching his breath. gojo’s pace slows down for a bit to control his impending orgasm. growing impatient, you begin fucking yourself back on his dick. his hands grip your hips, knuckles white, trying to control the pace you’re rocking back into him. “b-baby, stop, don’t w-wanna cum yet.” he says, through gritted teeth, muscles all tense. 

“‘toru, just cum, i wanna feel it inside,” you say, rutting back as fast and hard as you could, leaving a creamy white ring at the base of his dick. after those words left your lips, gojo lets go of your hips, allowing you to control the pace as he chases his high. thick ribbony ropes of cum warm up your needy pussy. as he pulls out, his load also pours out. Knowing that he loves this view, you revert back to your original position by arching your ass up and keeping your face down, letting his thick cum run down your pussy and soiling the sheets underneath. “my good girl, ‘m gonna make you feel so good.” he says, massaging your ass, eyes never leaving your cunt. 

he turns you over on your back and pushes his dick inside, hissing at the overstimulation. “mm’ baby, we can take a minute for you to –” gojo interrupts you mid sentence to give you a passionate kiss. your tongues swirling inside as your arms circle around his neck to get him impossibly closer. he pulls away, both of your lips are red and swollen. “just lay back, ‘m gonna take care of my pretty girl.” he says, face only inches away from yours. 

he starts off painfully slow, letting your pussy feel every inch of him in this new positionn. once he bottoms out, he gives a few shallow thrusts just to hear your pussy sing with wet squelches. gojo moves your legs together and throws them over his shoulder as he begins to drill you at an insane speed. this quite literally knocks the air out of your lungs as you begin panting under him, fists grabbing the sheets for some support. he kisses your right ankle and has one arm holding your legs together and the other pressing down on your lower abdomen. a few more thrusts and you can feel yourself coming undone. once he moves his hand to thumb your clit in circles, you immediately cum. he feels your cunt spasming around his dick as he fucks you through it. “‘toru, ‘m cumming, s-so hard,” you say as your hands fly to his shoulders, holding on to him. “let it all out, baby. cum for me,” he says. 

coming down from your high, your eyelids begin to feel like lead. you drift off without even realizing it. you’re awoken with a warm towel against your skin, wiping off the caked essence and sweat on your lower half. “‘toru? ‘m sorry, how long was I out for?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. “just for about 10 minutes. rest a little longer and I'll get you when I’m done cleaning and have started the shower.” gojo was always so good with the aftercare. feeling so loved and cared for, the only thing on your mind was how grateful you are to have him. 

pulling him towards your bare body, you give him a warm hug. “thank you, ‘toru. you always take such good care of me. I love you s’much,” you say breathing in his scent. 

“of course. I’d do anything for my pretty baby.” gojo says, kissing the crown of your head.

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a/n: haha get it.. comfort me.. cum for me.. horny brain is working overtime today.

thanks for reading!

[deanscherrypie69]

Did it mean something? D.W𖧷

♡Dean Winchester X Female Reader♡

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It had been a few days after Sam went to hell. Dean had lost his brother and you had lost your best friend that day. It was hard on you both. You didn't talk about it.

You both had been pushing your feelings down, about the whole situation, too scared to open up. Since Sam had been gone you and Dean had been hunting nonstop. It had been an easier way to cope with everything. Just pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't.

You And Dean had just finished vamp hunt and he offered to get food for you both.

After the hunt It had been raining like cats and dogs, you had been stuck in the hotel room trying to get a signal on the tv. "Come on!" You scream hitting the sides of the tv, it had been going out since the storm started, you sigh and run you hand across your face, when you were met with black and white static.

"Piece of shit-" You mutter kicking the bottom of the tv stand. You huff and sit on the edge of one of the motel beds.

You and Dean had been laying low for the past couple of days. You didn't hear from Bobby nor cas. You flop back onto the bed with a groan.

That was until the motel door swung open causing you to look over.

"Still nothing?" Dean questions throwing a white fastfood bag onto the little table in the kitchen.

"Nope." You say still looking at the ceiling.

You hear shuffling for a second, then you see the green eyed hunter standing over you with something wrapped in tinfoil. "Eat." He says placing it next to you.

You quickly sit up and grab the burger. You watch as Dean sits on the bed opposite bed across from you, he begins to unwrap the burger he had gotten both of you.

You watch as he bites into it, but you also noticed his wet hair. You watch him take two bites before looking in your direction.

Dean stops chewing the food in his mouth, "What?" He questions when he catches you stare at him.

"Nothing." You say.

Dean mumbles an 'ok' and continues to eat.

For some guy who had lost his brother he seems to be doing just fine. You get up from the bed, and walk into the kitchen, pulling out the chair you pull back the motel curtain, you stare out the window and watch the rain fall.

You missed Sam, he was your besfriend - besides Dean you thought, you and Dean were never really close it upset you, he never really talked to you about anything besides Sam. When you entered the room he'd go quite.

You never understood why.

You had been staring out the window for too long to notice the green eyed hunter sitting across from you.

"You really should eat."

His voice rumbles through your body. "I'm good." You say looking from the window and to the man that had been sitting across from you for god knows how long.

Dean sighs and leans back in the chair.

"You okay Dean?" You Hum crossing your arms over your chest.

"As good as i can be." He huffs through his nose, "I could ask you the same thing, I know loosing your bestfriend is hard." He says.

You roll your eyes, "He's your brother Dean."

Dean leans forward on the table his arms resting against the table. He nods his head, "We'll get him back." Dean says taking a deep breath, "We always do." He gets up from the table tapping his knuckles against the wood.

You notice the bruises that sit upon his knuckles, they were purple. He had gotten them trying to fight of a vampire, to save you.

"Sorry about that." You swallow, your eyes still focused on the purple.

Dean follows your gaze.

"Its nothing, happens." He says walking over to the fridge, he opens it pulling out two beers. He holds one up, He knew you weren't very much of a drinker. You hated beer. But why the hell not, right?

You get up from your chair and make your way over to Dean where he was leaning against the counter. He flicks the bottle top off and plops it in the sink behind him.

You copy his motion, you step beside him and plop the top into the sink.

You bring the bottle up to your lips, the bitter liquid runs down your throat. pullinging the bottle away, you notice Dean's eyes on yours.

"What?" You hiccup.

"Nothing," He says bringing the glass bottle up to his lips.

You begin to fidgit with the bottle, you were still facing the sink, staring down at the two bottle tops in the sink. "Do you ever think about it?" You hum.

Dean turns his head in confusion, "Think about..? he questions, you noticed the confusion in his voice.

You take a deep breath, "Getting out, hunting. And living a normal life."

Dean stares down at his bottle, "All the time." Dean sighs.

He had called one of his lovers, Lisa hoping to rekindle something with her now that Sam was gone, she said yes. Dean was supposed to leave by morning.

But Dean didn't know if he wanted too, it would leave you alone and he knew that you were counting on him to be there.

You sigh.

You could see Dean shifing in his spot. What was he thinking about you wonder?

You place the beer bottle down on the counter, making your way over to the bed. The staic looking on the tv fills your ears.

"Do you think about it?" Dean asks putting his bottle next to yours. He strieds over to the bed and sits next to you.

Talking a shaky breath, you turn to face the green eyed man. "No." Dean watches you fiddle with your fingers, as he waits for you to contiue, "I never saw myself settling down, or getting out of this life, it's not for me. This is my life. There's no changing that."

Dean nods at your words.

You look up to find the man looking at you. His eyes searching your face, going back and forth between your eyes and lips.

It all happened to fast, Dean's lips on yours you his on his shirt, urging him to take it off.

This was wrong, you thought. You never felt this way about him. He was so mysterious, he never let you in on anything that happened to him, it was always Sam filling you in.

You both could barely be in a room together without one of you leaving because of the awkwardness.

But maybe it was Dean putting up a guard to try and protect you. He knew you didn't belong in this life, hunting and killing things. It just wasn't right for you.

You're different you aren't like him or Sam. And that's what Dean liked.

You were bought out of your thoughts when Dean nipped your ear causing you to squeal. "everything okay?" Dean questions looking up. You were straddling him.

His lips were pink and swollen from the kissing.

You quickly nod and grab his face, pressing your lips against his.

- - You had been woken up by a pounding on the door, you shoot up out of the bed, your eyes still trying to adjust from the light that was coming through the window.

You quickly pull the covers from your body, cold air hits your skin, you were naked. "Shit." You mumble, the pouding on the door didn't stop.

You looking over on the side of your bed where you were hoping to find Dean but he was gone. A bad feeling washed over you when you slide you t-shirt over your head.

You smelt him everywhere. In your skin in your hair. He was everywhere but no where all at once.

Putting the last leg into your jean's you fling open the door.

You were met with an old lady and a cleaning cart, "Room service!" She smiles, squeezing past you with her cart. You close the door behind you.

You quickly rush over to the bathrrom, maybe he'd just been in there, but you were met with a dark room. His duffle bag was gone. You swallow hard.

You walk back into the kitchen to find the beer bottles still sitting on the counter. Everything was gone, he was gone.

Tears form in your eyes. You grab your socks and shoes, and your coat that had been on the back of the chair in the kitchen chair.

You do a quick run through of the room to make sure you weren't missing anything.

Turing your head over your shoulder you had noticed the tv wasn't static anymore, an episode of 'Dr sexy' Was playing on the screen.

The cleaning lady had made her way over to the kitchen area, throwing away the bottles you and Dean had drank out of earlier.

You sigh and fish the hotel key out of your pocket before setting it down on the table.

You shut the door of the motel behind you, you fish out your phone and scroll through your contacts.

You click on the name before letting it ring a few times.

"Hey Bobby, care to give a girl a lift?"

[jjcanwrite]

Under The Moonlight /|\ An ateez × reader fic

Under The Moonlight ~ Chapter II

Pairing: OT8Demi-wolfAteez! × HumanReader! (Hwa focus in the chapter (i changed my mind) with slight Hongjoong and Mingi focus as well!)

Sypnosis: It's about midwinter in the forest you reside in, that time of year where it's absolutely beautiful to watch in during the day but the worst frustration to go through at night. A forgotten lanter turns into a forgotten home, and you quickly find yourself in the tight grip of none other than Song Mingi, a young wolf in the pack you met a few months ago, who has every intention to bring you back to the pack's closing and finally keep you there..~

Series content warnings!: heavy but not dark concepts like violence, insecurities, mental health, slight depictions of gore, mentions of blades, etc - Polygamy - Eventually smut- Animalistic/hybrid tendencies e.i, marking, heats/ruts, scents/scenting, clingy behavior, growling, the boys do have tails,ears,and heightened senses, ect. - Reader does develop some kind of animal mindset after marking (this will be elaborated on later. It's kind of like a second sex but..not.)

Chapter content warnings: Slightly toxic behavior? Nothing bad, but i realise some of the thoughts they have can be seen that way. - Cranky Hwa - Protective Hwa - Posessive Joong (but not in the way you assume) - non dialouge mentions of heat/rut/mating cycles, no explicit convo yet - subtle foreshadowing😦 - chapter is once again, pretty tame. There a bit of a fluffy/cute moment with Hwa and reader tho😖

A/N: Once again! Leave any questions in my inbox and I will answer them as quick as I can ~

Sorry for how long this took to get it :( I was having no motivation ☹️

Word count 1300-1400

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"I brought a gift.."

He mumbled smally, his voice just loud enough for Hongjoong to hear. He clearly thought he was in trouble, it was violently present in the way he whimpered under Hongjoong's stare.

"A gift?"

Hongjoong grumbled, scanning over Mingi with the sass his gaze occasionally carried. When his eyes landed on your own, they softened slightly a sigh leaving his lips as he fought of the smile that appeared on his lips at the thought of..keeping you. He knew when Mingi had scented you, he knew it immediately. And while it was a long lasting claim, it wasn't a permanent one.

Fuck..the thought of digging his teeth into your skin as he gently stroked your hair as a silent apology-

No.

He needed to stop.

He needed to talk to Mingi, and get you situated.

But..man, he really hoped he could convince you to stay with him and his pack.

His hand ran through his hair before returning to cross over his chest along with the other one. His eyes darted between your face and Mingi, debating on how he should respond to the situation.

Unbeknownst to you, but annoyingly present to him, Mingi had entered his peak of primality, or a 'feral' as they liked to call it, a bit earlier than the rest of the back, it was more common than you'd guess but- God, does it make this situation so much more troubling.

Mingi was attached to you, they all were really, but Mingi was glued.

On a normal day, a little voice in the back of his mind ranted on and on about how he needed to protect you. Hold you. Provide for you. Make you ..his.. .Make you theirs. However, in a time like this, where his only instinct was his primal one, it was the only voice he heard. And it was loud Hongjoong could almost hear it himself, but he played it off as a placebo effect.

The older wolf knew Mingi wouldn't just let you go, and there was a very good chance he would get aggressive if asked, which was defintely not something Hongjoong wanted to introduce you to right now but- what else was he supposed to do?

He honestly felt a bit lost, Mingi wouldn't let you go, and half of him didn't even want Mingi to let loose of you, but-

you didn't want this.

You wanted to go home.

To your less safe..less warm..less Ateez..home.

The thought brought a sigh from his lips, just how in the world was he supposed to get you home? It was late, it was dark, not to mention hunting season. He almost wanted to scold you for even being out this late in the first place!

"Mingi. Let her go."

A voice sounded behind the 3 of them, the familiar tones of the eldest wolf's voice echoing softly within the den.

When the 6 struggled to properly listen to Hongjoong, Seonghwa was always the one to step in before their captain got fussy.

And free you were, Mingi's hands reluctantly loosening their hold on you, not fully letting go but barely hanging on. He pouted against your neck before you took a step forward, running a hand through your hair and smoothing our your clothes, hoping to situated yourself before you thanked the elders an-

"Where do you think you're going?"

Seonghwa spoke again, an eyebrow raised as he took a few steps to stand next to Hongjoong, the mentioned man wrapping a arm around Hwa in a sideways hug, grumbling about how no one ever listened to him.

You froze at Seonghwa's command. He was usually incredibly gentle, willing to go about things calmly and explanatory before he ever got argumentative or defensive

Guess it wasn't the same when he was woken up to his slightly feral pack-mate having brought a human home.

A human he knew..

A human that smelled really nice..

A human that looked really nice..

A human that with one fleeting moment, just her combing though his rugged fur after him and San had spent a few hours playing in the dirt, had sparked something in him he'd only felt with his pack..

A human he really liked.

His eyes narrowed in on Mingi, the taller guy sinking into himself. He could practically feel the discontentment in Seonghwa's stare. His ears flattened against his head and he, as if sensing Seonghwa's thoughts, sat down and tucked himself into the corner of the den's entrance, effectively removing himself from your vicinity.

"Darling.."

The way the pet-name left his lips made you shiver, the way he said it, it made it seem predatory. Seonghwa didn't even mean for it to come out that way, but he was rather satisfied with the way it got you stuck in place. He hated being rough, only willing to indulge if it was playful, but it would have to suffice I'd it got you to listen, which Hongjoong clearly hadn't even tried.

"Why, in God's great world, would you ever think it was a good idea to leave your home in the middle night?"

The question was rhetorical, but the intrusive tone in his tone made you slightly defensive. It wasn't your fault! Without the light the bunnies tended to eat away at your crops :(

Seonghwa took a few steps closer to you, standing closer than Hongjoong was but further than Mingi had been.

"Did you even think to consider if maybe, God forbid, what would've happened if it wasn't Mingi who found you? If it was another pack? If it was those damned bears?"

He spoke, his voice raising slightly as he ended his words, his feet edging closer to yours.

There was a sharp spike of..something in his eyes, you weren't sure what, but it seemed like concern. Concern weaved into protectiveness

Announced to everyone but you, a deep protectiveness.

You sunk down into yourself slightly. You couldn't argue, you didn't have a place to. He was right and you knew it. You didn't even want to imagine what could've happened in literally anything else besides one of them had gotten to you first. You had to admit he was right, even with how much you hated being wrong.

"I-...I know Hwa..I know it wasn't smart I just-..I'm sorry for worrying you."

The mentioned wolf softened at your words, taking the last few steps towards you, but they were much more natural and relaxed then the past intimidating ones. He slowly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest and his opposite hand gently scratched at your scalp, his head leaning down onto yours, trying to distract himself from the aching urge to pressing a kiss to your forehead as you whimper about the sting of his canines on your h-

"..I know you're sorry Darlin'..You just have to be more careful. You can't be leavin' your house this late, escpacially this time of year."

He assured, his tone making it clear that he wasn't mad at you, but frustrated with your actions.

He knew how you worked by now, knew what you needed to hear before you spiraled.

His fingers gently pressed into your back, massing the flesh above your spine gently as a soothing tactic. He smoothed out you're hair gently, petting you in the same way you often did him.

"You're staying here tonight."

"What! Hwa, I have to-"

"No. You are staying here and that is final. It's much to late and way to dark for you to be leaving. You are staying here, and there will be no arguments."

You let out a small "hmp" at his words, gently headbutting his chest in protest. You knew you weren't going anywhere, once Seonghwa had made a decision it was final and the only person that could override that was Hongjoong, but captain had made it clear earlier he felt the same way the eldest did with the matter. In all honesty?..you didn't really want to leave anyways..

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[ambrozjas]

Could you do a song-fic with Sodapop Curtis w/ the song "Stupid Cupid" by Connie Francis? Love your writing, take your time 💕

stupid cupid ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x fem!reader

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THIS WAS SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG BUT I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC ITS SO CUTE I SWEAR JUST READ ITTT

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

reader is referred to as a girl and a lady, reader is called gorgeous and beautiful, beginning of this fic has soda in highschool so it takes place before the outsiders

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stupid cupid, you’re a real mean guy

i’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly

it felt like the roman god of love had shot sodapop right through the heart, and boy did soda hate it. that’s all that he thought while he gazed at you, chin held in palm as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. when the school air had a chokehold on everybody, it left out you. you looked absolutely divine. soda wondered if the gods, if there were any or it was just some stories made up to fill the minds of lovesick kids like himself, favored you. because as he looked at you, the sun just seemed to reflect off you just right, to where it coated the side of your face with a honey orange. you looked like an angel sent on earth, disguised as a teenager in soda’s highschool. he asked himself what you were doing in tulsa rather than some other fancy state like california.

i’m in love and it’s a crying shame

and i know that you’re the one to blame

“mr. curtis.” a stern voice broke through to sodapop, breaking the stained glass that in soda’s mind, was a mural of you and only you.

he snapped his neck to look up at the teacher, hovering over his desk as a finger harshly pointed at the paper on soda’s desk, almost empty.

“uh—sorry, sir.” mumbled sodapop as he grabbed his pencil and put his best thinking face on, hoping that the teacher would take the hint and retreat back to his old scratched up desk that looked like it had survived world war one.

the teacher narrowed his eyes at him, his upper lip curling into a sneer as he looked down at soda, before slowly walking back to his desk.

soda comically sighed in relief, taking one more glance back at you. he pressed his lips together tightly as he saw you talking to your friends. he always loved seeing you smile.

he exhaled sharply, earning another warning look from his teacher. soda tilted his head down as he studied the math problems below him, cradling his hand in his hand as his brain tried his best to work.

hey, hey set me free

stupid cupid, stop picking on me

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i cant do my homework and i cant think straight

“what’s up with you?” ponyboy asked, not looking up from his book. in the corner of his eye, he watched sodapop bounce his leg vigorously as he tried to rub his temples to somehow think better.

“nothin’, pony. don’t worry ‘bout it.” soda responded. he threw his head back to lean on the top of the chair, he was really out of ideas. all that occupied his mind was you. he was writing an essay? you pop up into his brain, he accidentally writes your name to which he has to erase afterwards with red ears.

i meet her every morning ‘bout half past eight

i’m acting like a lovesick fool

you even got me carrying your books to school

how could sodapop miss this once in a lifetime opportunity? he just had to talk to you. one day, when you guys met before school, your breath both evident in the cold oklahoma morning, you made a joke about soda carrying your stuff for you.

“here, be a gentleman, yeah?” a laugh slipper past your lips, and when soda heard that gorgeous sound come out of your mouth, how could he deny you?

your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not even getting the word out before soda grabbed the books from under your arm and held them under his.

you tilted your head as a smile graced your face. gosh, were there wedding bells? soda definitely heard them.

“y’know i was jokin’, right?” you asked, making sure you weren’t forcing him into doing anything. “i can take them back if you want—“

“nah, it’s alright.“ he brushed it off, waving his free hand dismissively before starting again, “plus, you’re right. how could i leave a pretty lady to carry her books on her own?” to that, you sheepishly grinned wider as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear shyly when you looked away.

you mixed me up for good right from the very start

hey now, go play robin hood with somebody else’s heart

the more that soda talked with you, the harder it was to get you out of his head. but the more he talked with you, the less he minded.

soda had dropped out of school. sure, you somewhat contributed to him failing with how much you occupied his head, but it was also on his own.

he was working at the dx with steve, working on cars all day to especially help darry out.

soda wiped his face with his forearm, cleaning his oily rag as steve rambled about something in the background. he hadn’t seen you in awhile, considering that instead of walking with you to school, darry had dropped steve and soda off at work.

but suddenly, the door tripped the bell, giving it a loud ring as soda looked up at who was walking through the door. and speak of the devil.

he could recognize you just from your sneakers. his head whipped back up to meet your eyes, and gosh was it refreshing to see your face again. a soft smile still remained on your face, as it usually did.

“sodapop! so you really was workin’ here, huh?” you asked, eyes roaming around the multitude of shelves in the gas station interior.

soda’s mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish. he watched as you walked up to the register and drummed your hands lightly on the counter.

“yeah!”, soda finally managed to blurt out, “how’ve you been? anythin’ new happen at school?” he asked, hearing steve finally shut up. soda could just imagine his ears pricking up at the sound of a pretty girl’s voice appearing.

“nothin’ much,” you leaned in and put a hand to the side of your mouth in a secretive manner, “mandy got pregnant.” soda gasped as he comically brought a hand up to his mouth. you guys whispered and gossiped, steve eyeballing both of you cautiously before slinging an arm around soda’s shoulders and brashly giving him a loud, “who’s this, soda?”

sodapop squinted at his friend and slowly turned his head, full of embarrassment. your eyes darted between the two of them, before giving steve a small wave and quietly giving him your name. your eyes fell back on soda, “well, i was just wonderin’ if you’d like to go to the drive-in wit’ me on saturday?”

“yeah, sure!” why was he acting like such a dork now? in front of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? but he sighed with relief when you nodded, giving him the same sweet smile you always greeted him with.

you got me jumping like a crazy clown

and i don’t feature what you’re putting down

once you had left the dx, soda went out to the garage and almost squealed, punching the air in excitement. steve narrowed his eyes as he watched through the garage windows, genuinely considering if soda was possessed or not.

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saturday couldn’t come quicker. it was already a great time leading up to the date, soda was confident. he was looked at himself in the mirror, popping his collar with assertiveness and heading out the door.

during the actual date, he tried to make subtle moves. shifting closer to you, touching thighs or linking pinkies. although you seemed okay with it, there was no engagement on your part. that almost worried soda, he knew you asked him on a date, but he was still overthinking. was he not all you expected? was he doing too much? too little?

but at the end of the date, when he drove you home in darry’s car that he begged to drive in, a small silence fell over you when you had reached your destination.

“y’need me to walk you up?”

“it’s alright, but do me a quick favor, will you?” soda couldn’t tear his eyes off your mouth when you spoke, lips painted a wine maroon color that somehow flowed so delicately with your words.

“anything.” was all soda said, before you placed your hand on the side of his cheek, giving him enough time to pull away, before closing your eyes and kissing him.

in that moment, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. just you, and soda, crammed into darry’s truck in the darkness of the night, only illuminated by the small light above you two on the car’s roof.

when you pulled away, you looked at soda’s lips, slightly parted and stained with a light purple-ish red as he looked at you, absolutely mesmerized.

“thank you. i’ll make sure to drop by the dx on my way home, ‘kay?” you said, not waiting for an answer as you bolted out of the vehicle due to your nearing curfew.

well since i’ve kissed her loving lips of wine

the thing that bothers me is that i like it fine

all soda could do was gape as he watched you depart into the sea of outside lights surrounding your front door and windows, watching you turn around give him a small wave once you opened the front door.

still dazed, all soda could do was wave back. before a wide grin appeared on his face as he covered his eyes with his hands.

stupid cupid, sodapop thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this better get some likes i worked my ass off for this little fic and it’s only a thousand words 😭😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[soulcaging]

* You receive a small bag of star shaped gummy candy, they're rainbow colored!

oh thank god, some normal candy. it doesn't even take them five seconds to remove their fake teeth and reach into the little bag of gummies for a taste, tossing it into their mouth with ease in what must be a practiced motion, and chewing. each bite is tart, yet sweet. they're more for the soft sweetness of caramel and chocolate, but who are they to complain about free candy? it's not like they're picky.

" tasty... " well, that's as good as any 'thank you,' right? the kid is already digging out another one to eat. someone must've forgotten their manners.

[sunoostripletriple]

the start k.s (smau)

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synopsis - > Y/N, on a whim, decides to prank text a random number. Little does she know, that fate has other plans. Instead of a stranger, her message lands in the inbox of Kim Sunoo, her favorite idol. What follows a whirlwind of unexpected conversations, shared interests, and perhaps the beginning of something beyond her wildest dreams. As their connections deepen, y/n finds herself drawn into Sunoo's world in ways she never imagined, navigating the complexities of fame, friendship, and maybe even love.

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23. Unknown

A few weeks have passed. Y/N has gotten even  busier as her exams are slowly creeping up. With most of her coworkers being University/College students, y/n gets even busier due to being short-staffed. As for Jaemin– the only grad student– he offered to  get more shifts to help lessen the burden on the poor girl’s shoulder. 

Today, being a Monday, really seems like the world is out to get the poor girl to rip her hair  out. Being short-staffed, Y/N has no choice but to alternate closing shifts with Jaemin. With most of the other employees’ shifts ending an hour before closing the cafe it gets pretty stressful for only one person to handle.

4pm

Y/N looks at the digital clock next to her table.

“Guess I'll have to head on over to the cafe now. Jaemin must be waiting for me.” She says as she starts gathering her stuff.

After walking for what felt like eternity, y/n finally reaches the cafe; only to be greeted by a long line of girls waiting outside. Y/n squeezes through the entrance along with tiny ‘sorries’ as the girls give her weird stares for walking past them. She doesn't give much thought about it, but as soon as she walks through the doors, she is hit by the most aromatic coffee beans that are being freshly brewed right at the counter.

Y/n walks over to the counter as she greets Jaemin with a smile.

“Hey, Jaem!” She greets him.

“Hey. Just finished your class?” He greets back as he pours the freshly brewed coffee on a small cup.

“Nah, I came from the library to study for a bit. Then I went home to do some more work and change of course.” the girl takes a breath before releasing a very long sigh.

Jaemin nods.

“How's work by the way?” Y/n asks, grabbing the apron under the cash register. 

“It’s a bit more hectic than before. The line won't stop flowing, it feels like we're inside Niagara Falls right now!” He exaggerates with a sigh.

“Okay, I'll take over now.” Y/n says as she starts looking at some of the  awaiting orders on the machine.

“Oh, I have a small favour just for you before you go. Can you cover the strawberries with cling wrap? Oh! And the whipped cream too, please and thank you.” You tell the boy as you point your pouty lips over to the fridge.

“Yes, madam.” Jaemin says playfully. 

Jaemin walks over to the kitchen as he does what you have told him to do.

Without you noticing, Jaemin sneakily takes a picture of you focusing on your own little task causing him to smile.

“I hope she'll listen and stop overworking herself.” Jaemin mumbles to himself. 

The boy then puts his phone in his pockets as he slowly walks over back to y/n.

“I'm done for the day, big boss. I'm taking my leave now.” He takes his hand out as he prepares for their very weird but entertaining handshake. 

“Alrighty then. You stay safe on your way home, it's quite windy outside.” Y/n says as they finish off their weird handshake.

“I'll be fine but you should stay safe later after closing up. If anything happens I'm always free so call me, alright?” The older boy says sternly.

“Sure thing grandpa. Now go. The customers are waiting for these delicious-” 

“Nutz.” Jaemin cuts her off

“HA.HA. very funny but no. It's my very yummy, and very delicious strawberry shortcake.” Y/n says.

“Anyways, I'll go now or else I'll end up staying till closing here.” Jaemin walks over to the door as he waves goodbye.

“Hey, y/n I can take over at the front to make the drinks and take the orders. You can stay in the kitchen to make the cakes if you like.” One of her fellow employees says to reassure the girl as they push her to the kitchen counter at the back.

“Oh.. okay then. Just let me know if it gets busy again outside, Danielle.”

“Will do.” The cute girl says.

Time skip [9pm]

It's closing hour and y/n is left alone to tend to the cafe. Danielle, her employee, had already left to go home even after offering to stay until later. Unfortunately, to no avail, she was forced to go home on time. 

“Bye, y/n see you on Wednesday again.” The girls wave goodbye to each other, as one walks out the door and the other cleans the table.

‘What a busy day for a Monday.’ You think to yourself.

It's almost 9:30pm as you finish cleaning the dishes. You start reminding the remaining customers that the cafe will be closing soon.

You briefly check your phone, only to be bombarded by notifications. A certain message catches your eyes.

“Unknown?” You read the contact name.

You ignore the name and go straight to text your friend Kacey.

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[rebornologist]

Hello~ may I request the dirty talk headcanons for Dino, Hibari and Xanxus? Thanks in advance♡

Squalo is a bonus bc I think someone dropped an ask including him in my inbox and I banished it...... alas, might as well bc the rest of the characters overlapped w/ this ask. Thank you for asking me to write the most embarrassing blocks of text in my LIFE

♡ Dirty Talk w/ Dino, Hibari, Squalo, & Xanxus ✧

warnings: nasty. nsf/t. I genuinely get so embarrassed writing these bc nah wtf is this. breeding. swearing. praise. degradation. D/s dynamics. Xanxus is rude as hell.

✧ Dino Cavallone

He’s a sweetheart through and through pleaseeee he is very well-mannered, would never engage in any kind of degradation, only has the sweetest praises, and has an interesting.. thing about cum.

“Nngh.. haahh.. baby please, you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop-fuck!” His chest heaves, breathing ragged as he tenses, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm crashes over him. He’s left panting, legs feeling wobbly, and seeing stars in the edges of his vision as he cups your face and leans in for the sweetest kiss.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

“Tell me how much you want it.. how much you want my cum.. how you want me to put a baby in you, pleasepleaseplease yesyesyes,” he picks up the pace slightly as he chases that high, firmly rutting them into you, deep and unrelenting, as if he was actually trying to achieve what he was babbling about. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a breathy whine as he scrambles to unwrap your legs from around his waist. His hips stutter as he moves to hook his arms under your legs and push your knees down into a mating press. He wants nothing more in that moment than to ensure that he spills himself as deep in you as he can, because he likes to keep his promises, of course.

✧ Hibari Kyoya

I am biased b/c my favourite take on Hibari (next to acearo Hibari) is the one who’s secretly a service top in disguise. One who shows tough love, but has mellowed out with age and is fairly domestic (though still quite icy) at the end of the day. Taking his affinity for the small, often overlooked, but resourceful creatures, and extending that to what he likes in his partners. Something about being called, “little one”, by him... drools.

He often takes on quite the authoritative tone, and it’s literally the sexiest thing I’m sosorry y’all. Hibari is initially not as talkative, fairly quiet during sex, aside from giving instructions, and some small comments and mostly matter-of-fact statements. He can and will be convinced to include more praise and/or degradation in the bedroom, though it confuses him at first. He doesn’t understand why his partner would want him to purposefully shit talk them, and he was sure that he praises them enough, straightforwardly, when appropriate. It finally clicks when he sees how they absolutely melt for a simple “good pet,” or how they tense and squirm for him when he calls them a “pathetic hole, so desperate to be filled.”

“Patience, dove..” He mumbles, barely above a whisper, as he finishes tying off the last of the restraints. You’re already leaking and dripping down your thighs for him in the build up, the anticipation swimming laps in the pit of your stomach. The way he speaks as if nothing’s happened just makes you ache more.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

“Do you want it? Hmmpf. Tell me what you want. Use your words,” is closest he will get to cooing at you, when he’s firmly demanding that you explicitly describe just how you want him, encouraging the most obscene words to spill from your trembling lips. A calloused hand grabs you by the jaw, turning your head to face him and look him in the eyes, and you feel your face burning in embarrassment.

✧ Superbia Squalo

Cocky bastard. Has no shame. Ego through the roof. You know this guy talks.

“D’ya like that? Yeah? Yeah, I can tell- fuck, the way you squeeze around me when I do this.. you gonna cum? Gonna make a mess, huh?” He exhales in such a way that it’s almost a chuckle, grinning ear to ear as he watches you squirm under him and reach your peak, not stopping what he’s doing until you’re twitching and tearing up, begging him to stop because you’re too sensitive to bear it anymore.

"Too much? You didn't think it'd be too much when you were rubbing me so desperately through my pants, huh? Open that smart mouth for me, darling." You hate that the only times he uses pet names is to mock you, and you hate that you're too holes-for-brains to do anything but obey when he gets sassy with you.

✧ Xanxus

Not much of a talker, and honestly is usually pretty rude. The only times he really says much is if you specifically ask him to talk dirty to you. If you don’t ask for it ahead of time, he’s very much a guy who speaks just to give instructions, and maybe warn you that he’s gonna bust.. and to prepare yourself for round two.. and three.. and f-

“Shut up, fuck.. lift your ass up.. ngh, finally making yourself useful,” he grumbles as he roughly fills you again, calloused hands gripping your waist roughly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow morning. “A bunny for breeding, is what you are..”

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

“Cum,” he instructs, short nails digging into the plush of your hips as he moves you, dragging you over his cock. “Right fuckin’ now, or else.” And you do. You shake in his hold and your walls spasm around him, because it feels so damn good, and because you know that if you don’t follow his command, he won’t give you another chance to reach your own high.

[totallynotpochacco]

May I request sniper x g/n reader? Just cozy comfort, as reader has had a stressful busy week. Just sniper inviting them into his van and letting them cuddle up to him in bed =^,^= (not projecting whatsoever...........

Hey anon! Ty so much for requesting (∩˃o˂∩)♡ had quite a bit of fun doing this!! And please self project all you want cause that’s what we do here (>᎑<๑)

(Ps: inbox is till open! Idv works are heavily wanted by me rn so please!!)

Warnings: Swearing/cursing, fluff!

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It was an extremely.. EXTREMELY.. long day. Killing, yelling, arguing, running. It never ends. But there’s always a way to get by it. Especially when you find your own slice of paradise in this ‘hell’.

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5:21pm..

In the middle of 2fort, sitting on the desk in the basement protecting the briefcase, you idly scrolled your phone. Letting engineer set up the machines.

Bing!..

A notification.. from sniper! He seemed to be having it rough as well, being targeted by the enemy sniper every time he walks. His message went something like,

“Yo! Bloody wankers are pissing me off, can’t move two feet before I get a bullet to the skull. Say after this is over, we ditch these idiots and hang in the van?”

You laughed a bit, replying with a “hell yeah! Wouldn’t miss an opportunity to spend my time with my favorite sniper.”

It was silent on his end for a minute until you got a, “Shut up..”

You would’ve laughed again, but engineers sentry went off, which meant it’s time to get back into the action.

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8:10pm..

You walked up the gravel path to snipers van, the rocks crunching under your feet. Shivering a bit as you continued, the cold air of coming winter flowed through. Though, it wasn’t long until you got to the destination, knocking twice on the doors. It took a minute, hearing shuffling about in there until the doors carefully opened. Sniper peaking his head out to make sure it was you.

He coughed and opened the doors fully, “Oh, it’s just you. Good. I’ve uh, been waiting for ya. Cleaned up the place too, so uh…”

You waved him off, stepping inside. “You didn’t have too, you know I’m fine with a mess, I mean.. look around at the building.”

Sniper closed the doors, with a huff to cover his laugh.

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8:42pm..

Sniper was lying down on his makeshift bed, which was quite comfortable in his opinion. Listening to the radio while you made yourself comfortable. Throwing your shoes and jacket in the corner, and flopping down next to him. Snipper looked over at you, and wrapped his arm around your mid section, pulling you into him.

He let out a sigh when you made contact, content with everything. “Can’t remember the last time I got to hold you right. Always passing out right after matches..” he paused. “You.. know I love you right? I never stopped loving you, and I’m sorry we’re a little distant..”

You rolled over to face him, on your side, and let your fingers find his face. Gently caressing his cheek. A light smile on your face. “Of course I do. I never stopped loving you either. It’s just a little rough right now and we needed a break. If anything, I think this brings us closer. Knowing how much we want to be with one another.”

He nodded and leaned into your touch, his palm meeting the back of your hand, interlacing fingers. Bringing your palm to his lips, giving a small kiss. “I know.. just miss you is all..”

You had to agree, you missed him too. But you’re both tired, and just being held by him was enough for now. “In the morning, we’ll make it up to each other. Promise.”

Sniper shifted so that you were spooning, and closed his eyes. The radio playing softly in the background lulling you both to sleep. But not before he mumbled, “I love you, so fucking much..”

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Sorry if it’s buns guys, i tried😔 but i hope you liked it!

Please don’t steal my work :( and thank you for reading!

[saey707]

Hello I love your work and I saw you opened up requests for the Heartsteal boys so I was wondering if I could request a scenario/short with Kayn and a significant other with a self harm problem/tendencies, only if you're comfortable and not too busy of course. Anyway have a good day!

✿ Prompt: Kayn worries about you ✿

♡ champion focus: kayn ♡ tw: self harm ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Hi there! I hope all is well on your end!! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Thank you for your request! My inbox is a bit flooded right now from all the Heartsteel requests, so being busy is unavoidable! ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა I hope I was able to convey Kayn's love clearly in this one. Hope you enjoy! ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊˚

After Kayn discovered you had severe depression and anxiety, his attitude towards you changed. Sure, the witty remarks and the occasional teasing never went away, but Kayn eased up. The last thing he wants to do is make you feel bad if he accidentally says the wrong thing (which he has done on several occasions before finding out...). As a result, he began to speak to you in a gentler tone and would frequently ask you how you were feeling.

Kayn absolutely hates it whenever you're upset. If there is one thing he always wants to assure, it's that you're happy and well.

It can be difficult for him to understand how you're feeling, given he has a... different sort of mental illness. But when he has his rather infrequent outbursts as Rhaast, he understands how isolating mental illness can make a person feel. He doesn't want you to feel that way.

"You didn't... today, did you?" Kayn always beat around the bush with potential trigger words, but that wouldn't stop him from asking, all in an effort to assure you weren't hurting yourself.

"No." You respond quietly, Kayn breathing a sigh of relief. He dropped down on the couch beside you, shutting his eyes as he began to ease against you, leaning on your arm.

"You know I worry about you-" "You shouldn't."

Biting his tongue, Kayn turned to you, confusion written in his expression. In a way, he sometimes didn't understand why you shut him out. And that can be a bit frustrating.

But for you, he was willing to be a bit patient.

"You know you can talk to me, right? We've been together for years now." He pointedly spoke, watching as you hesitated and turned yourself away from him. Your back faced him, and he could do nothing more than stare.

Slowly, he reached forward, pressing his chest against your back, pulling you into his embrace. You looked up at him, watching him pepper your face with kisses. Lowering your head, you turned again, wrapping your arms delicately around him.

"I just want us to be honest with one another." He mumbled against the top of your head. You hum in response, pulling back ever so slightly.

"I did." He was confused with what you just said... Well, until it hit him. His wide eyes softened, watching as you pulled down your sleeve, revealing the freshly bandaged cuts that ran along your inner arm.

You hid these scars and cuts from him. You hid them from everyone. You put them in a place where nobody would be able to see them. Because to you, they became the most personal part of yourself. A piece of your vulnerability and weakness.

But Kayn didn't think it was a weakness. To him, it was a sign of your strength. It was the most personal parts of yourself, revealed to him out of your trust and faith in him.

For that, he couldn't help but love you more. He couldn't help but have a deeper desire to take care of you, and never let you go a day thinking he would betray your trust in him.

Kayn's fingers wrapped around your wrist, slowly lifting your arm to reveal the myriad of scars that littered your arm from the distal portion of your shoulder down to your forearm.

His lips pressed against each one of them, eyes occasionally lingering up to ensure he was permitted to do this. You let him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his cheek pressing gently against your forearm.

"Loved."