#and the ones on his hips arent even the only two he has on him! usually he has at least three

[crowshoots]

i'm struggling with exactly how to put this into words but i feel like whenever people engage with jesper, especially in a gang or criminal setting, one of the things they probably almost always have to look out for is the fact that jesper is so easily willing to reach for her gun. she has no qualms with putting it into action or using it as a threat. she uses her actively loaded and live gun to gesture and point to people sometimes. you always have to navigate or have counter measures for jesper because you know that she can do a lot of damage and a lot of damage fast.

[jakesangel]

come here, come closer ꣑୧ - in which situations jake would say that

꣑୧ flirty jake

this will surely happen early in the relationship, his shyness demeanor fading away as yours remains. if you still sit 'far away' from him on the couch, or is shy to start skinship. he'd take matters in his hands.

'baby, why are you so far away ?' jake breaks the silence as you two were watching a movie in his empty dorm. tho he is whispering, it caught you off guard, almost making you flinch. your head is still facing the tv and because you arent answering him, his hand touch your thigh, still sitting inches a part from you. ' you okay ?' he asked again. you're facing him giving him a shy smile, his puppy eyes too much for you to even stutter a word. he smiles at your reaction, his smirk a good warning of what he is about to do. he pretends to let you go, and you look back to the screen thinking it's all good, but to your surprise. his hand grabs under your thigh, and pull you closer to him. 'come here, come closer baby' he still whisper. you collide against his chest making you gasp a little , to jake's happiness as his smirk gets wider. he pretends to yawn, one of his arm over your shoulder, bringing you impossibly closer 'we're better like that. isn't it baby ?'

꣑୧ reassuring jake

still early in relationship, when you're the first one who's vulnerable in front of the other, too afraid to show your tears to your soft boyfriend.

'[...] i just cant do it anymore' you say as you vented your non-ending week to jake. it's the first time you cry in front of him, making you further more vulnerable and on nerve. you don't know how jake is going to react. tho he said he wants to support and can be a great ear, feeling his eye on you as you cry your heart out is too nerve wrecking for you. you hide your face under your hands, sobbing as you 'truly' can't do it anymore. and you were right. jake standing in front of your crying self, sadness overpowering his face. he doesn't know what to do, unsure of what you need right now. to be heard ? advice ? but what he is sure of, is that you need him and his comfort. he walks closer to you before staring to wrap his arms around your shaking figure ' come here, come closer' he says as he brings your face further into his chest.

꣑୧ needy jake

this surely happens throughout the whole relationship, after the first months pass and his shyness is completely gone, not embarrassed to show his neediness and eagerness he holds for you.

'come on baby, spend some time with me please ?' jake has been impossibly clingy today. he came to your place unnoticed because 'i miss my girlfriend' and kept on following you around the apartment as you had chores to do. and even tho you told jake you were busy 'seeing you is enough for me'. and obviously it wasn't. 'just lemme fold that, yunie', you tell him as you keep on folding your clothes to your wardrobe. 'how long is it going to take ?', he whines as he poops down on your bed. but as his head hits your soft mattress he got the best idea, and before you can even look back at the pile of clothes to answer him, he pulls you back, your back hitting his chest. 'play with me, baby', he whisper looking down on you. you try to look at cold as possible, but as you're looking up to him, he can only see your adorable round eyes to him, making him wanting you further more. so he walks off, a hand in yours, leading you to the bed. he sits down, and waits for you to do the same. but you stand there, hands on your hips, in between his legs, eyebrows furrowed symboling your duty to finish your weekly cleaning. he will not take no for an answer, 'come here, come closer' he says, as plops you on his lap. ' i'll help you do then later. just okay with me right, please ?'

princess' love letter : thank you anon for the inspo >.< i hope it fulfill ur fantasy > < also for the other anon who talked about my layout being not that readable, is it better that way ?ᩚ please lemme kno ᵎ ♡ྀི

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[eph3merall]

i LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing and was wondering if you could make a fic or blurb of dealer!chris based on the song hotel by montell fish please 😊

hi lovey, thank u so much !!! ive actually never written something based off a song before so constructive criticism is always welcome for these prompts. had a few ideas for this but i ran with this one. let me know if this was okay/if u arent the biggest fan of my writing like this :)

cw ; small lil mentions of drugs

not proofread ...

when i met you in that hotel room,

i could tell that you were so bad news.

but i keep messin' with ya, messin' with ya,

and now you're messin' with me, messin' with me.

—

chris' hands roam your body, the same expert fingers you saw just earlier rolling a few joints. adorned in rings that are cold to your skin, they tug at your hair as little huffs come from his lips with every little kiss passed between the two of you. stumbling feet tripping over one another, hastily removing any articles of clothing the both of you deem to be in the way.

—

i keep goin' back to this hotel room,

i just don't know what the hell to just tell you.

but i love messin' with ya, messin' with you,

girl, are you messin' with me, messin' with me?

—

his hips snap forwards, rough hands gripping the underside of your thighs. the burn in your muscles is starting to become unbearable in the squished position you two are in, but the way chris shoves himself down to the hilt back inside you with each deep thrust compensates for it. your neck is littered with hickeys and small little bruises as you take in gasping breaths of air. the scent of weed is heavily noticeable on chris.

—

this hotel room,

you put me in, my love.

ohh, i, i love you.

you know me, girl,

better than i know myself, my love.

hotel hell.

ooh, you.

—

you lost track of how many rounds chris has gone, if it's even been more than a few. his dick is cramming itself inside your cunt, stuffed full of his cum already. bits of it leak down from your hole, a milky white ring formed around his cock from how you were suctioning him in. his tip hit those spots deep inside your own fingers aren't able to reach, making your head spin.

—

when i met you in that hotel room,

i could tell that you were so bad news.

but i keep messin' with ya, messin' with ya,

and now you're messin' with me, messin' with me.

—

chris sinks his fingers deep in you, the same ones you saw earlier place a pill on a pretty girl's tongue. the same long fingers you eyed sorting crisp bills curled inside you, a long moan coming from your lips which only prompted a groan from the dealer. his eyes were heavy as he watched your pussy suck his fingers in, feeling your gummy walls clench around his digits. maybe it's his way of repaying you, after you drooled around his cock so prettily earlier.

—

i keep goin' back to this hotel room,

i just don't know what the hell to just tell you.

but i love messin' with ya, messin' with you,

girl, are you messin' with me, messin' with me?

—

it was just a one night stand. there wasn't much going on besides sex, the aftercare chris gave you was incredibly underwhelming—if it could even be called that. chris made you cum. you made chris cum. it wasn't exactly intimate. not like you were clasping hands with him, intertwining your fingers sensually. it wasn't like there were any soft-spoken words uttered that night. a singular "i love you" had fallen from the dealer's lips, except not in the way a man would tell her girlfriend or wife. it wasn't sweet or soft, there wasn't much of anything besides lust.

—

©eph3merall 2024

[gamblersdoll]

𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂!-1

the hero system was fucked, to say the least.

youve interned at the hawks residence for some time to know that, yet, it still surprises you to the very day. the amount of villains whos been locked up but yet have somewhat a valid— no, a good reason of doing what they do. whether its to feed their families, feed themselves, help their parents because they cant do it, or simply show the fact that there are people in need but labeled as villains… whether by their mutant quirks or ‘unfit’ quirks.

you couldve been one of them, since you were labeled as a villain since your quirk first activated. even your own mother acted as such.

“gorgon, you ready?” tokoyami asked, bringing you back into reality and making a small pat in your back.

you give a soft smile, tilting your head and nodding. “yeah, lets go.” you say, smoothing out your hero form and patrolling around for hawks–meanwhile he chats it up with endeavor.

you were graduating soon from yuuei high… shit, time went fast. ontop of that, you were about to be a hero. something you desired since in the womb. but, something did feel sort of … off. as in your mentor.

he had been avoiding you sometimes, and you knew it. because he didnt do it with tokoyami, he casually talks with the kid most of the time. but with you? it was short and dry. especially when it was only you two since tokoyami had classes still.

and its like he wouldnt even look at you.

“hawks? can i talk to you?” you pull him to the side, apologizing to endeavor, yet he grunts a ‘i was done talking to him, anyway.’

“whats up?” he asks, he has that dumbass stance that pushes his hip’s forward but he leans backwards. oh well, you werent here to talk posture. you folded your arms, and he folded his too.

“why are you avoiding me? arent you supposed to be mentoring me and teaching me things to be a hero? how am i supposed to learn if youre just going to focus on one person but not both that you took in?”

“its in your head.” he deadpanned, adjusting his visors and looking down at you. “you think im avoiding you when im not. just relax, little one.” he reassured, patting your head and smiling.

you feel some sort of relief, yet, still confusion and suspicious. you nod, turning on your heels and walking back to patrol area, his eye twitching. he excuses himself into a secluded alleyway and readjusted his pants, along with clutching at his chest. more importantly, above his heart.

you catch on too fast, extremely too fast. it makes a good spy or undercover agent, but now? it was bad.

he steadies his breathing, rolling his eyes back and exhaling. fuck, do you understand how intoxicating your air was? you had to have known. yet, you seem so oblivious. he pulls himself together, getting back to the group and unfortunately, groupies started to form.

‘can i get an autograph, mr hawks?’

‘please sign my tits, im your biggest fan!’

‘are you currently in a relationship?’

the last one stuck out to him, paparazzi swarming him and endeavors’ kids. but his eyes looked for you, bingo.

his eyes rest on you, somewhat of a glare but a trained look onto you. his heart beats faster, but his head is brought back to reality and he puts on that usual poker face.

[bubbles0bop]

thankyou for taking reqs!!! jjk- any of the jjk men (preferably suguru/toji/satoru) watching their girl best friend who they claim to have no feelings for whatsoever pole dance for the first time and feeling some typa way lol...it doesn't have to be anything too out there...just a little sensual sultry and moody??? way of the househusband-there arent enough content for this fandom :((- miku is pregnant and tatsu is over the moon...he does EVERYTHINGGG for her to make sure she's all comfy and cared for...

A/N: thank you for requesting! i decided it would be best to split this into two parts where the second will be posted on my page immediately after!

JJK Men Seeing their Crush Pole Dance

Includes: Sataru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro

Disclaimers: Adult content! some feminine descriptives used, clubs, alcohol, smoking, flirting, sexual scenarios, no smut

Sataru Gojo

You and Sataru had been friends for as long as you could remember, practically connected by the hip since childhood and through your teen years.

Even to this day it was a rarity for your friends to see you two separated. The running joke was that everyone knew you both were practically soul mates. You two were the only ones who didn't see it - Living in a slow pit of denial.

One night, you had invited your best friend over for dinner and a movie (which was an often occurrence between you two), as you both enjoyed some sushi on your living room couch.

Almost reaching halfway through the movie, a thought came to your mind, "you know i've been trying this new type of exercise lately..." You trailed off, mouth full of sushi, honestly struggling to be heard over the sound of the TV.

"Good. You need it," Gojo snickered teasingly. God, for as long as he's known you and he still tried to get on your nerves.

"Yeah, you're one to talk- As if you even have any hobbies.." you retorted with a roll to the eye. He mostly ignored your comeback, waiting for you to continue speaking.

"Well, honestly it's kinda out there but i think you'd get a kick of it."

He raised an eyebrow at you, "What is it, naked yoga or something? You really don't need to show me that," He giggled.

You let out a sigh at his poor attempt at a joke, putting your bowl down on the table next to the couch. You stand, waiting for him to follow your actions. He stuffed one large bite of sushi in his mouth before following you down the hall of your apartment towards the bedroom.

What he saw is something that he really did not expect- a tall black pole was bolted from the ceiling to the floor, and it had one obvious purpose.

You laughed to yourself, "Okay, don't make fun of me yet, it really works. Just watch."

He was absolutely stunned by your words, thinking 'she can't actually be serious right now... is this her way of flirting with me?'

In all honesty-maybe it was.

He quickly figured out how seriously you were, as you reach a leg up high, wrapping your knee around the pole, letting it spin you. You let your arm lose and followed this action by grabbing the pole with your hand again, this time above your leg.

Sataru felt heat envelope his whole body. He just watched you out on a show for him, gazing across your body as it moved.

The heat traveled south.

You, the girl he had known since elementary, was in from of him, preforming some sort of performance as if it was just your every day activity.

Soon enough, you catch his gaze and let your movements cease. Your mind envelopes in worry for all the wrong reasons, thinking you've embarrassed yourself.

You blurt out, "Oh god, that was really bad wasn't it? Honestly, I kind of thought it would make you laugh-" Sataru lets you rant as he watches you step closer to him. He doesn't pay an ounce of attention to your speech, though, as he has different thoughts plaguing his mind.

He lets his intrusive thoughts take over his actions, pulling you by your waist and onto his lap. You're sputtering some words of embarrassment and confusion, but Sataru decides that the best way to ease your mind would be to pull you in with a kiss.

God, he's been waiting for this for a long time...

Geto Suguru

Telling Sugaru that you wanted to try a new profession was basically your downfall. While he fully supported you, you first requested that he not visit you at work, mostly because you were new and VERY embarrassed by your "lack of skill."

Honestly, you should have known from the start that he would never listen to you, and would take any chance to witness you being flustered and embarrassed.

You seeing your best friend waltz into the establishment while you were on shift actually turned your cheeks to a darker shade of red than humanly possible. If anyone were to be mistaken, they could've assumed you were on the brink of heat exhaustion. Thankfully, at the current moment, you were serving drinks to the VIP section when you spotted Suguru waltzing in the club.

He scanned the room, trying to catch a glimpse of you, but you duck your head a little lower as an attempt to avoid his gaze.

You took a quick check of the time before bidding your goodbyes to your guests. It was almost time for your turn on stage.

You could feel yourself start to sweat, not wanting to face the embarrassment of your best friend catching you in this state. Making your way through the crowd of men, you are interrupted by the sound of a whistle from across the room.

"Good luck out there." Suguru spoke loudly (as to be heard over the music of the club) and sent you a wink.

You rushed to the back room, face turning res, as you realize you are now definitely going to have to face this humiliating situation.

Your coworker gestures to you as she makes her way off stage, signaling it's your turn. You grab some accessories (a thin scarf- enough to leave nothing to the imagination) and you head towards the stage in a skimpy, feminine outfit.

You receive a generous round of applause from the crowd as you enter stage. The DJ starts playing some sultry music as you approach the middle of the floor and you catch yourself feeling the music.

You start by teasing the crowd, moving through your regular routine.

You pull the scarf away from your shoulders, sensually, revealing more of your cleavage from underneath. You use your scarf to wrap around the pole, moving your leg upwards in a sexy motion.

Suguru found himself getting heated in the crowd as he watched you. You were enticing to every extent. Honestly, he had never really thought about the way that your body could move until this moment, and it turned him on big time.

Recognizing these thoughts brought him to shame, trying to dismiss them. But damn, did you look good. How could you have been embarrassed when you are obviously graced with talent?

He bit his lip at the realization that his pants were becoming tighter and he knew exactly why.

As for you, you finish your set without a second thought, forgetting for a moment about your friend sitting in the audience. You waved a thankful goodbye to the crowd as they clapped their hands together, shooting off whistles. 

You are making your way back to the main floor when you once again encounter your best friend, who was patiently waiting for you outside the door. The actually almost looked a little angry? Was he.. Jealous?

"Hey, Suguru, uhm, how did you like it..?" You asked while rubbing your shoulders, trying to console your own embarrassment.

He replies, raising his chin up in a flirtatious manner, "Oh, I liked it, alright. Maybe from now on i'll have to make private appointments.."

Toji Fushiguro

Being Tojis coworker meant that he always had his eyes on you. So when you casually mentioned to him that you had gotten a side job at the local club, it definitely caught his attention.

It was his idea to go out on a guys night to the same establishment this weekend- a total coincidence, of course.

Him and the guys walked into the club, instantly dispersing into their own areas of pleasure- a couple to the bar, another, off to the dance floor to flirt with some women- but Toji instantly had his eyes on the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

Toji really wasn't shy about his attraction to you, so you have a smokin hot body? Nothin' else to it. Just here to give some oh so loving support to his coworker..

A bouncer walked up to where he sat in the lounge, offering him some drinks, effectively starting his tab for the night. He was served a glass of whiskey, carefully gripping the glass in his hand as he started downing the liquor.

It took one or two performers to finally catch a glimpse of you on the stage. You were adorned in black and waltzing out onto the stage to a sultry song. You didn't seem to pay much mind to the crowd, and definitely not noticing your close friend in the audience.

You started your usual routine, wrapping yourself sensually around the pole, soaking in the sea of eyes in you from around the club. Toji took notice of this, letting out a loud whistle, hoping it would catch your attention away from all the other gazes.

Toji took his eyes off of you for only a mere couple of seconds to look around the room. All eyes were on you as your performance had gained the attention of almost all of the patrons, who had previously been occupied with their own pleasures. This made Toji's stomach start to burn with jealously.

He returned his eyes back to you as you finished the end of your set. He stood up, clapping with the rest of the crowd- this did, however, catch your attention as you walked off the stage, giving a polite wave to the club before disappearing off stage.

You felt your cheeks burn and you lowered your gaze to the black floor, which made a small 'click' with each step of your heels. You really haven't had any shame involving your profession until now, but for some reason you couldn't feel anything other than embarrassment.

You knew that the best way to deal with this was to go out into the crowd and find him, maybe to settle your worries.

You slide through the curtain that separated the crowd from the back stage area, to find Toji once again laying back in his seat in the lounge. This time, he held a sweet cigarette to his lips. He takes one last huff as he watches you strut towards him before tossing it to the nearest ash tray.

"So? You couldn't get enough of me at work?" You question slyly. You assumed he has only come here to embarrass you, but the look in his eye makes you think differently.

A low chuckle falls from his lips as he rises to meet your gaze. "I can't say you're wrong, sweetheart. But that show you gave was more than enough..." His voice was deep and he punctuated his words by laying a seductive hand to your waist. You could tell that he was tipsy but that didn't stop your cheeks from burning at his flirtatious actions. "How about we leave these losers to gawk and catch a room of our own?"

He didn't exactly leave you room to argue as he started pulling your wrist to the nearest exit, not that you really cared to protest anyway.



[sykosomatic]

brain juice has been absorbed!!! how about ftm reader is ovulating, and is just BEGGING to be bred by will and hannibal? his poor pussy is just leaking, and his own fingers arent enough to make him feel good :(

his two lovers take turns breeding him all day, makin sure they pump him full of cum. the poor boy is all overstimulated and ruined by their thick cocks<3

obivously they give him so much aftercare, jus drowning their pretty little boyfriend in priase

-🚄

yesyesyesyes!!! this is such a fun request, i hope you have half as much fun reading it as i did writing it lol... here we go!!!

ovulating ftm!reader x will graham and hannibal lecter!

cw: ftm reader, ovulation mention, possible dysphoria, ftm reader gets his breasts fondled/reader is pre- top surgery, double penetration, no condom/cum inside/anal and vaginal creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, anal and vaginal fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, threesome and use of words: cock, t-cock, clit, pussy, cunt, hole, slit, folds… etc etc… and aftercare of course!

you'd been miserably horny all morning, waking up with your pussy already drooling. both of your lovers were busy with work, so that left you in hannibal's sprawling house all alone. you'd tried your fingers all morning; one, two, and three… but nothing worked. you could tell that something was going on; you were only this drippy when you were ovulating. if only will and hannibal were home; but you had to wait a few more hours. so fingering it was. you couldn't remember where you'd put your sex toys when you'd moved into hannibal's house with him. will was thinking about moving in too; he was there enough. he just wanted to make sure there was enough room for his dogs, and a suitable place for all of his fishing gear.

desperate for release, you texted hannibal with one hand, knowing that he only had a couple of appointments today… he'd most likely be home before will. you asked him when he'd be home and he told you what you'd expected; a couple hours.

so you were forced to finger your slick, throbbing pussy all by yourself. you were whiny and frustrated, two fingers in your ass and two in your pussy when hannibal arrived home from his last appointment. he chuckled at you, looking at your position with amusement. as you noticed him, you felt a warmth wash over your skin, making you even more needy.

"so, this is why you needed me so bad," hannibal said with a sly grin, watching you as you slowly continued. you were face-down with one arm beneath you reaching up to finger your pussy, the other arm over your back and reaching to finger your ass. hannibal approached you as you whined out your response, starting to undo his belt and zipper. he pulled you closer to him by your hips; you continued fingering yourself as he dry-humped your bare ass with his clothed cock. you could feel it getting harder as he began grinding against you. "good boy, keep touching yourself for me," hannibal praised, sounding proud of his little whore. "you're so needy today, my love," he purred at you. "i'm not sure if i'll be enough to satisfy you… but then again, i'm sure my needy pet won't be able to wait for will, would he?"

you whimpered, fingering yourself harder. it really wasn't enough, it wouldn't be enough until you had two cocks inside you filling you to the brim with cum. "i need your cock," you whined out, your brain turned to mush in your needy, dick-drunk stupor.

hannibal chuckled, starting to pull his cock out of his underwear. when you pulled your fingers away to make room for him, he made sure you left the ones in your ass. in lieu of a butt plug, you assumed. he pressed the head of his cock against your drooling pussy, slowly pushing it in. his cock was thick, stretching wider than the two fingers you'd had in, but slipping in with ease since you'd worked yourself open already. you groaned out deeply, your free hand gripping the sheets beneath you as he sunk himself into you. "oh, god…" you murmured. his cock was always a treat; it was long, with a nice girth. it always filled you up so deeply. will's cock was shorter, but had a little more girth. the perfect combination of their cocks was hannibal in your pussy and will in your ass; that always made you lose your mind. but for now, you'd have to make do with your fingers instead of will.

hannibal held himself inside you for a moment, holding your hips with one hand while the other reached up and fondled one of your breasts, pinching and teasing at your nipple. "how do you feel now, my darling?" hannibal asked you, watching your blissed-out expression.

"so, so good," you managed to whimper, steadily working up to moving your fingers in your ass again. you stopped once hannibal started moving his hips, your knees starting to get weak and your arm getting tired. you held it in place whule hannibal started to rock his hips into you, thrusting in a way that made your breasts bounce. your face went warm; typically this was very embarrassing for you, but your lovers always made you feel perfect and confident.

"let's get you more comfortable, then," hannibal said, replacing your fingers with his and letting you get into a more comfortable position, fucking into you nice and slow while his fingers massaged inside your ass. you moaned in satisfaction, letting more muscles relax as he fucked into you lovingly. "you're doing so well, look at you take my cock so deep," hannibal purred at you, groping your ass with his free hand. he slowly began to increase his speed and force as you got needier. he pulled you closer and sheathed himself deep inside you; so deep, you thought you could feel him in your stomach. he added another finger into your ass and started fingering you roughly.

"oh!… o-oh, fuck, that's good." you whined out, arms folded on the bed in front of you and your face buried against them. the force of him fingering you made your body lurch forward with every thrust. you grunted and groaned out as he finger-fucked your ass; it made your pussy throb and clench around his cock. you could feel yourself inching toward a climax, your pussy was dripping down your inner thighs and they were starting to tremble."so, so good," you repeated, starting to drool on your arm. hannibal could tell you were getting closer; he pulled his cock out of your pussy and slipped it into your ass, sheathing it in and making you almost cry. he felt so good, and he knew perfectly how to fuck you. it was insane.

hannibal fucked your ass and reached around to your clit, swirling his finger around it. your t-cock was swollen and sensitive, and his touch was able to send you over the edge. you whined out as he thrusted one last rough time inside your ass, spilling his cum deep inside you. that last thrust made you cum hard, squirting buckets all over your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you. "yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!" you gasped out as your legs shook with the force of your orgasm.

hannibal let you ride it out before he pulled his cock out of your ass slowly, rubbing your sides and easing you down onto the bed in a comfortable position. he praised and petted on you as you relaxed and came down from your high. "you did so well, dear," he told you as he led you into the bathroom to clean you off.

hannibal got undressed after he set you in the hot water he'd drawn for you, climbing into the large tub with you and settling you onto his lap. it had been barely fifteen minutes since you'd cum and you already felt needy again; truly, your sex drive was wildly high right now. thankfully, this typically amused hannibal, and he had a rather small refractory period as well. this wasn't the first time you'd proposed a day full of fucking, and surely wouldn't be the last. after hannibal massaged your sore muscles and got you cleaned up a bit, you began grinding your pussy down against his cock in the water. it felt so good just brushing between your slit.

"already ready for round two?" he chuckled, leaning in to pull your nipple into his mouth, playing with it between his teeth. you groaned, nodding, your hands exploring his chest and teasing his nipples in return. "so impatient… can't even let will join in for our second go-around?" he teased, slurping on your breasts and starting to leave little love marks.

you reached down and slid hannibal's cock back up into your pussy, slowly but surely. your eager hole took him in easily. you sat firmly down on his lap, his cock balls-deep inside you. "fuck, that's good," you groaned, wiggling your hips to allow your pussy to re-adjust. and as soon as it did, hannibal's hands held your hips tight and started to bounce you on his cock. it made you feel weightless when he did this, made you feel so confident when he stared hungrily at your breasts or even leaned in and licked or sucked on them. hannibal was such a good lover, along with will, whose presence you longed for. you were so needy; soon you'd need them both to even have a chance at getting off.

hannibal rode you on his cock for a good little while and sucked on your nipples until you came on his cock again, throwing your head back and moaning out as you held the sides of the bathtub to stabilize yourself. hannibal held you firmly as you rode out your highs together, filling you up a second time as your pussy clenched around his cock. being filled up again made you groan; you always loved the feeling of your lovers filling you to the brim with their cum. you leaned forward and let him hold you against his chest for a bit before the two of you actually got properly cleaned up and got out of the tub.

"i'll be out in a minute, my dear, i think i hear my phone ringing," hannibal said to you as he kissed your forehead, slipping on some pajama pants as he went into the bedroom to answer his phone.

you heard keys in the front door; you were too excited to put anything on because you knew it was will.

you basically attacked him with a hug, making him chuckle. "quite the outfit choice," he commented playfully, looking you up and down. you brought his lips to yours in a deep, needy kiss. your sexual stamina had already refilled, and you wanted him so badly.

"we just got out of the bath," you told him, starting to pull his coat off of him, breathless, kissing him roughly. he kept chuckling at you.

"you're so needy today," he teased, playfully kissing you back as he held you against him. "let me at least get the door closed, dear," he said, you begrudgingly allowing him to do so.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, his hands going to grope your ass with his rugged hands. you started tugging his clothes off of him again as he led you into the dining room, lifting you up onto the table and spreading your legs. you were so excited when your lovers knew exactly what you wanted, when they just got straight into it. there was a specific deliciousness to waiting for it, to the nice and slow passion… but god, what you wanted right now was to be plowed hard and fast, over and over and over.

will kept kissing you hard as he dropped his pants and you took his cock eagerly out of his underwear. he groaned at the feeling of your hand on his length, his hands going up to grope at your sides and your chest. you gave him a nice, slow handjob as two of his fingers slipped into your already-wet cunt. he groaned out at how wet you were for him, grinning warmly against your lips. "you're so good for me, always ready to take me, aren't you?" he growled into you ear, nipping at your earlobe playfully.

"yes, will, i need you so bad," you whined at him. "i need you to fill me up," you told him as you heard hannibal's slow footsteps behind you. he walked around the table, giving will a deep kiss as will fingered you. you watched them kiss, whining. the sight of them touching each other always turned you on and made you jealous in equal amounts. hannibal whispered something in will's ear, standing behind him and starting to rub his sides and stroke will's cock. this allowed you to lay back and relax, letting will stick a third finger in and start to play with your t-cock. it was still sensitive, and made your legs start to tremble. "oh, right there!" you said, laying back and putting your feet up on the table to give will better access to you. you laid there in bliss, eyes falling closed as will worked his fingers up into you, curling them up and hitting that special spot he was so good at hitting. before long, you were squirting on his fingers, eyes shooting open to reveal that hannibal was fucking will's ass, and hard. will was some kind of super hero to be getting fucked like that and still able to make you squirt so hard. "oh, fuck.. that's hot," you giggled, blissed out from your orgasm. will grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his lap, sliding his cock up into your pussy.

"yes, right there, don't stop," you heard will whisper to hannibal. will's hips moved with the force of hannibal's thrusts, making him thrust into you. he held you close against him, keeping himself inside you as he was fucked into. soon you were overstimulated to the point that you came on his cock, the force of your orgasm milking his cum into your pussy, and hannibal's into will's asshole. the three of you stood there panting for a bit, kissing and massaging each other until you retired into the bedroom for another round. at your begging, of course.

"c'mon, just one more time?" you whined at the two of them; they shared a little smirk and helped you get into your favorite position. hannibal beneath you, his cock sliding up into your waiting pussy, and will behind you. will's fingers worked your asshole back open before he slid his cock in. it was so perfect, the combination of their cocks in your holes. you sat there for a second as your holes adjusted to their girth, and when you gave the nod, they started moving. you moaned near constantly as will and hannibal's cocks worked in and out of you. after the day you'd had being filled up, it was almost to intense for you, making you see stars as they groped and kissed on yo, and each other. they took turns in speed and intensity, and will came first, filling your ass to the brim. his cum spilled out of you and dripped down your legs when he pulled his cock out.

"your ass looks so good like that," will said, as hannibal thrusted roughly up into you, hard and fast, the sound of your wet, gushy pussy echoing through the room. "you're so, so good at taking two cocks at once," will told you as he slid his cock back inside you; it squelched as he used his own cum as lube. you felt yourself cum as he slid his cock up to the hilt and slapped your ass just hard enough to leave a mark.

your holes clenched up and made hannibal cum deep into your cunt. both of your lovers held you close as they finished pumping you full of cum, the three of you moaning in pleasure and almost collapsing in a pile as waves of exhaustion washed over you. hannibal and will managed to help you back to the other bathroom, drawing a bath in the bigger tub that the three of you could soak in and relax. hannibal was the first to recover and brought back some water and chocolates for everyone to tide you all over until dinner.

[god-has-entered-my-body]

Caught up in Fashion - Matty Healy

A/N: something that isnt smut???? applaud me. Also #unedited if there are any errors no there arent

wc: 3.5k

content warnings: bit suggestive, mpind typical cursing, drugs (weed), kissing, matty gets handsy?, he's done way worse

The British public transport system has been an ongoing source of disappointment since the day you learned how to spell the word. Busses that acted like they didn't have places to be, coming too late or just not coming at all, leaving you stranded on the highway in the middle of some city you didn't know the name of, Matty at your side, whining and complaining and being totally unhelpful in general.

This time, however, you had struck gold. Both your buses had arrived on time, making you actually catch the next one and not forcing you to wait around for another, or god forbid, try your luck hitchhiking. 

It was a bit loud, the sounds of families on their way to day trips or lunches filling the bus with noise, the occasional baby crying out for its parents. You were sitting at the window seat, your back to the glass as your legs draped across Matty’s, the soles of your shoes slightly blocking the way for other people, but seeing as the two of you were in the second to last row, it didn't actually bother anyone. 

It was nearing summertime, the blazing sun making clothes stick to your skin and makeup melt off, no brand of setting spray managing to set it. Matty, instead of being a normal fucking person and wearing short, was clad in his signature black skinny jeans, the only flow of air coming from the giant hole on his left knee. 

The two of you had finally found the time (and finances) to go shopping at a mall that had recently opened across the city. You were determined to get there, even if it did take you an hour and two bus connections, Matty insisted that he needed new clothes. 

“I need some tops, seeing as you steal all of mine.” you comment, earning yourself a piercing look from Matty, an insult forming behind his lips. 

“Fuck off, give me my joggers back and then we’ll talk” he gestures to the pants you were wearing which were, in fact, his. They sat perfectly on your hips, hanging low enough so even your longest tops looked cropped. 

“I dare you to try and take them, fucking watch what happens” you threaten him, clutching your pants like he was going to rip them off your legs right then and there out of pure spite. “I look better in them anyway” adding that little comment only made him huff in reply, deliberately turning his head away when you try to give him an apology kiss. 

“Fuck you do! I rock everything, especially when it's mine.” you roll your eyes at him, successfully planting a kiss onto his lips. The smile that spreads onto his face is impossible to hide, even if he denies it. 

The bus finally comes to a screeching halt, the breaks to sound it makes you cover your ears at the high pitched noise. Matty giggles, his eyes creasing up as he laughs at your misfortune.

“At least I haven't gone deaf from having my music at 100 you knobhead.” he holds his hands up in defeat, pushing your legs off of him to get up, exiting the bus. You latch onto him from behind, letting him lead you over the gap between the door and the floor, catching you in his arms when you pretend to trip, performatively falling in slow motion. His hands grip onto your waist, setting you down onto the hot pavement. 

“Smoke?” you nod, walking over to the bench under the bus stop’s roof, the plastic of the seat warm against the back of your thighs as you sit down, leaning against the Fanta advertisement behind you. 

Matty pulls out his packet of cigarettes, taking out two and handing one of them to you. A smile spreads onto your face when you see him lighter, your initials decorating the side. He catches your look, running his fingertips over the slightly faded rhinestones and lighting your cigarette first. 

You take out your ipod and headphones, gesturing for Matty to take one. Without asking, you put on ‘The Masterplan’ by oasis, quietly singing along to the lyrics as he nudges you in the arm. 

“Your music taste is not a shit as it used to be.” he comments, looking almost proud of you. You click your tongue, leaning your head against his shoulder and taking a drag of the cigarette between your fingers. “Seems like you’ve terrorized me so much I finally gave in.” The smoke leaves your mouth as you speak, cheekily smiling up at his deadpan expression, obviously hoping for a different answer. 

“Dramatic much?” you kiss his shoulder, playfully biting his arm making him jump at the feeling of your teeth digging into his skin.

“Ow??” you just laugh, collecting your hair and brushing it over your right shoulder, making your position a bit more comfortable. 

The inside of the mall is air conditioned, a groan of relief leaving Matty’s lips as the cool air kisses his skin. You take a look around, eyes landing on a store down the giant hallway. Hollister. Matty turns to you and nods, booking it down the corridor in its direction. You hurry after him, his hand dragging you faster than you could keep up. 

“It’s fucking massive.” he breaths, stopping right infront of the entrance. Racks filled with piles upon piles of clothes makes the little shopping addict in Matty twirl, completely forgetting the amount of money he had left the house with. 

The two of you part ways, going into different sections and rifling through clothes, groaning when your eyes fall on the price tag. You see Matty coming towards you in the corner of your eye, holding something in his hands.

“You like?” he asks, holding a black, floor length floral skirt to his lower half, spinning around in a small circle. It flows around him, the multicolored flowers standing out against the jet black fabric nicely. 

“It's cute, it makes you look a bit taller.” you admire him, obviously giddy from finding something he really liked that didn't have a two digit price tag. And it's true, it did make him look taller.

“Not that I need it.” he states, gesturing at his body, standing at a totally average 5’11 (6’ in boots). You decide to tease him a bit, loving watching his grin disappear as you speak. 

“Oh you definitely do, you're like an oompa loompa who's managed to escape the chocolate factory.” his jaw drops in disbelief, almost looking genuinely offended.

“Fucking oompa loompa, maybe fix your contour before you come at me.” he shoots back, making a point to wipe at you face, some of the product coming off. 

Your hands go to cover your face and you rush to a mirror, absolutely mortified. Upon taking a look at your reflection, you realize he was taking the piss out of you, and that your makeup looked perfectly fine, apart from your eyeliner being a tad smudged. It looked good, nonetheless 

“I fucking hate you.” you spit at him, attempting to shove past him, his hands gripping your shoulders stopping you. 

“But you believed me, didnt you?” 

“Fuck off and die, I hope your scrote falls off.” you can't help but giggle at your own words, biting your lip between your teeth. 

“Awwee, but who would keep you happy and satisfied then? Can't make you cum without my precious little friend.” he winks, wrangling his eyebrows at you. You cringe, your nose scrunching up in disgust.  

“Don't ever refer to your dick as ‘precious little friend’ again, or I will leave you for George.” George would at least have the decency to not name his dick. 

“He’d be a shite shag.” Matty says, matter of factly, like it helped his case. Deciding to try and rile him up in retaliation, you twirl your hair around your fingers, speaking in a dreamy voice.  

“But look at the size of him, you know he’s packing at least twelve-” Matty cuts you off with a harsh kiss, both his hands cupping your cheeks. You let out a surprised noise, it getting swallowed up as he slips his tongue into your mouth, running it across your bottom lip. 

“I do not want to speculate on the size of my best mate's cock, thanks.” you nod, slightly breathless from the kiss, too dazed to debate him further. You go back to the rack of clothes behind you and Matty walks over to a display of skimpy going-out tops. 

“D'you like this on me?” you press a black and pink tube top to your chest, getting Matty’s attention. He takes his eyes over you, smirking as he notices the bottom of the shirt is completely sheer, only a black strip of fabric keeping you from flashing everyone. 

“It's hot. You should try it on, give me a preview.” his fingers touch the bottom of the top, running his fingers over the pink mesh. It looks tight, too tight for a bra seeing as it could cling to your body if you decided to wear it. 

“You’re such a boy.” you snigger, adding the top to your pile of yes’s. 

“Can you blame me?” his arm wraps around your waist, fingers hovering over the curve of your arse, giving it a quick squeeze. You smack his hands away, cursing at him for basically groping you in a Hollister. 

He smirks against your ear, attemüting to whisper into it before you shove him off, changing the subject by asking what he had decided to buy. 

Matty holds up the skirt from earlier, bragging about how it was “Only nine quid, can you believe that??”

The second item he had picked out was a thin, long sleeved top in none other than leopard print. You giggle at him as he proudly shows it off to you, boasting about how sexy and delicious he would look in it, deliberately having taken a size or two too small. 

You pay at the till, and Matty legs it to the changing stall, peeling off this shirt and putting on his new top, letting it ride up to show the low rise of his jeans. He actually looks quite good, even if he gives off ‘old hollywood hooker’ vibes with the top. 

His hand intertwined with yours as you walk into a children's store for shits and giggles, looking through the vast catalog of toys and fake makeup.

Your eyes land on a matching pair of kids friendship bracelets, one pink, one blue. Matty asks you what you have, and you show it to him, begging him to wear them with you

“Its cute!” you argue, trusting the cheap pieces of plastic into his hands.

“Its tacky, does not fit my vibe at all.'' He tries to deny you, but the look on your face is too endearing to say no.

“You are the embodiment of the word, look at what you're wearing!” you point at his top, bursting out into a fit of laughter when he pops out a hip, standing with one hand resting on his waist.  

“It's fashion.” 

“That's one word for it.” you snigger as he reluctantly pays the 1.99 the bracelets cost. He slips his on first, the pink a stark contrast to the otherwise sandy and dark colors of his outfit. The blue bracelet fits perfectly around your own wrist, half of a heart connecting with the half on Matty’s via a cheap magnet.

“Look at us, defying gender roles.” Matty smirks at you, admiring both of your pieces of jewelry.

“Fighting the patriarchy! You did pay for me though, so not completely feminist." His laughter makes a fuzzy feeling spread through the body, an intense feeling of adoration making your heart pound in your chest. Fucking idiot.   

The two of you wander around, stopping to window shop in a store you could dream of actually going in, knowing you’d be thrown out in under a minute. His eyes gleam as he sees a proper jewelry store, acting like a child on christmas morning as he flips through the piles of discount earrings at the back of the shop. 

“You don't even have pierced ears mate, how’re you gonna wear them?” you snap him out of his little adventure, reminding him of his inability to actually wear the hoops he so desperately wanted to buy. 

“I'll go get them pierced then, have Rome do it for me.” Rome was now working on opening an actual shop, finally graduating from piercing people on the beat up sofa in his living room.  

“There's a piercing parlor literally there, and it's like five quid.” you gesture to the neon sign next to the till, pointing to a back room labeled ‘Sasha’s piercings’, which was a really shit name if she wanted to attract actual customers. 

“Will you hold my hand?” he juts out his lip, pouting at you in a childish manner. Sasha, the only employee (surprise surprise), greets you with a warm smile, asking what you wanted to get done. Matty tells her he wants to get his ears pierced and coughs up the five quid, sitting down onto a red leather chair. It was when she pulled out a piercing gun that he started to look a bit nervous. 

“Fuck no, that is not touching my ear.” he squirms away from the lady, a confused look on her face. Matty was a grown man, after all, even if he did act like a behaviorally stunted 8-year old. 

“You're so pathetic it's actually quite sad.” you say, urging him to just get it over with, and that he was being a wanker making the employee wait. 

  “Usually I'd appreciate you calling me that, but genuine degradation isn't really my kink.” 

The piercer looks mortified, asking you if you needed a bit of time before the piercing, and you nod, watching her step to the side.  

“Its fucking gun.” he mutters under his breath, eyeing the device that set onto a steriel tray on the table next to where he was sitting

“A piercing gun.” 

“It has the word gun in it.'' Obviously normal, adult reasoning isn't cutting it, so you went with the next best thing.

“Do it and I'll give you a blowjob.” Matty’s eyes light up at your proposition, a filthy smirk spreading onto his face.

“Fucking sold, go on then.” you're surprised it actually worked, scoffing in disbelief. 

“Men are so simple.” 

“Says the one who let me finger her in the bathroom of a club.” he shoots back, watching the blush creep onto your face as that night flashes behind your eyes. The smell of that bathroom is ingrained into your mind, no amount of wishing letting it leave your memory. 

“Don’t fucking speak about that,” you huff, fucked off that he brought it up. It was genuinely embarrassing, the way you humped him on the dance floor and then dragged him off into a stall.  “We were both so off our tits, I died for about 72 hours after.” you shudder at the monster hangover that left you immobile for the days following, having to get Matty to bring you all three meals for a concerning period of time. 

“Sureee, just deny deny deny you loved it.” you finally call the poor girl over, hoping she didn't accidentally overhear your crude conversation. Matty whimpers slightly as she brings the gun to his ear, pressing down. Squeezing your hand so hard you were sure your blood flow was cut off, he winced before relaxing, realizing that he was, in fact, losing his mind over absolutely nothing.

The second ear takes a fraction of the amount of time the first ear did, Matty grinning like a maniac at the lack of pain apart from a small sting in his earlobe. You shake your head apologetically at the lady, knowing she was probably rethinking her place of employment. 

“And you call me dramatic.” you snigger as she puts in two silver hoops, matty blatantly ignoring her recommendation to start with studs, saying they looked boring. He admires his new accessory in a small hand held mirror, flicking the earring back and forth before answering you. “It did actually hurt! Of course, I took it like the legend I am.” an exasperated sigh leaves your lips.

“Tosser, more like.” he smacks the side of your arm, laughing right along with you. 

You had spent almost the entire day there, running around stores, trying on piles of clothes just for the fun of it, feeling like teenagers in an American film. But even you had your limits, and your stomach started to growl as the sky began welcoming traces of night, the sun slowly setting over the horizon. 

Matty had spotted a chippy right across the road from the mall, draggin you there to get you something to eat. Both your wallets are almost empty, but you manage to find an old, crumple up fiver behind your expired school I.D. It was just enough to get one large portion of chips, the guy behind the counter generously adding a little extra when he noticed you’d be sharing it. 

Your hand clasps his as you trudge up a small hill off the side of the highway, hoping there would be a nice spot to sit down somewhere, away from all the noise. Matty’s inner compass somehow always knew where to go, his intuition sensing it or something. It was weird, but you’d learned to just follow him, knowing it your be worth it in the end 

And fuck, was it worth it this time. The hill slowly ended, the top of it nearing as you saw a pile of giant rocks, covered in graffiti. The sun was beautiful, hues of orange and purple painting the sky, clouds looking unreal in the light. He plopped down onto one of the rocks, facing west as you sat next to him, the box of chips on the ground between you. 

Matty feels around in his pockets and you raise your eyebrows at him, wondering what he was doing. He grins as he pulls out a spliff from his jean pocket, presenting it proudly like it wasn't the most beat up joint you've ever seen in your life. Still, you were thankful, plucking it from between his fingers and lighting it for him.

“I think I might actually love you, mate.” you place the lit spliff between his lips, thanking his past self for remembering to bring weed, knowing you'll be craving it at the end of the day.

“Of course you do, and for the love of god, stop calling me mate. You’ve quite literally fucked me multiple times, maybe its time to drop it?” he huffs, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. His expression changes when he hands it back to you, visibly more relaxed. 

“What else would I call you?” Matty scoffs at your question, listing weird, couple pet names off the top of his head.

“Baby, darling, the love of my life. Fucking anything that doesn’t make me feel like im talking to Ross.” 

you take a drag, listening to his little rant, nodding along as he rambles. You cough a bit when the smoke hits your lungs the wrong way, your eyes watering. 

“Fine, love it is.” you choose at random, only to make Matty stop ruining your high. Groaning, he pushes you, almost making you lose your balance on the rock you were sitting on. 

“Love of my life.” he insists, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Sure Matty, whatever shuts you up.”

“I know plenty of ways you can shut me up.” he coos, grinning wildly as his fingers trail up your bare arm. 

“God, I forgot you have the sex drive of a fucking bonobo.” you roll your eyes, putting on a display of faux annoyance. Matty giggles at your response, smacking his knee as his laughter grows louder.  

“I meant kiss me, but if you wanna-” oh god, he knew you would interpret it as something inherently sexual, especially if it came out of his mouth. You had fallen right into his little trap, his infectious laughter making it hard to even oretend to be fucked off at him. 

“Fuck off, giz a kiss.” you mutter, crashing your lips against his. His tongue licks into your mouth, biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Matty moans into the kiss, his hand gripping the base of your neck as you make out in the orange glow of the sunset, only pulling away to take drags of the spliff, even attempting to shotgun one. 

You fail miserably, too high to think straight, let alone get your mouths that close together without one of you kissing the other out of pure instinct. At some point, you move to the ground, laying flat on your back as the warm summer air kisses your skin. 

Matty’s shoulder is against yours, your fingers interlocked between your bodies. Neither of you speaks, silently admiring the stars that littered the night sky, glimmering against the darkness of it. Crickets chirp in the distance as the cars become less and less noticeable, a veil of calm draping over the two of you.

[chrispleasure]

BACKGROUND INFO ABOUT DAD!MATT AU !!

warnings: mentions anxiety, mental health

one. you and matt were both 20 when you gave birth to milo, who is five. and you both were 23 when you gave birth to maggie.

two. milo inherited his anxious behaviour from his father, and his clingyness. where-as maggie inherited her beauty and sensitivity from you.

three. the family lives in la with a house not too far from matt’s brothers houses, but travel to boston pretty often for holidays and to overall see family.

four. the house is pretty chaotic at times. for example maggie crying cause her food isnt made in the right way, milo wailing because the internet cut out so he couldn’t watch his show, matt stuck in the bathroom dropping a bomb and you stressing out trying to attend to two people’s needs at once.

five. the house only has one proper bathroom with all the essentials ( bathtub, shower, toilet sink ) but theres a tiny bathroom in the master bedroom with only a toilet. so everyones always getting walked in on, mostly matt.

. maggie stumbles into the bathroom after being told it was bathtime by you. “daddy? wheres your clothes at?” maggie waddles over to him, gazing up at his eyes. “sweetheart, can daddy have some privacy to put on some clothes?” matt asks, covering his lower half with the towel. she nods and leaves.

six. the family has a van with a sliding door. two seats beside each sliding door, a small walk way leading to two over seats just incase friends come in the car.

seven. the car is always filled with something, either milo’s toy cars or maggies empty bottles, droplets of milk leaking from the suckle. pacifiers laying around on the floor.

eight. with matt struggling with anxiety, having a mini him following him around always helps relieve his anxiety, meaning he isnt alone. so he always makes sure to bring maggie or milo on a drive with him.

nine. despite having two kids who do not shut down till seven, he always makes time for you or even acknowledges you. whether he is putting maggie into the car, he would give your hip a quick squeeze or once the kids go to bed, matt practically runs to bed to have his daily dose of cuddles.

ten. both you and matt arent fond of sleepovers, having more grubby little children over can be a handful, so they try to avoid sleepovers as much as they can.

taglist: @sturnobsessedwh0re @matthewsroses

[xieni-logs]

hello!! could i request Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan and Gepard with a chronically ill s/o? just some fluff and comfort :)

thank you!! have a lovely day <3

HSR x chronically ill!Reader

includes: Blade, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng

a/n: hii!! I’m not sure what type of chronic illness you wanted the reader to have so each character has a different chronically ill reader, I hope that’s ok! blade's was kind of self-indulgent because i got arthritis (though no where as severe as the reader's is depicted) im so sorry if some of the illnesses arent 100% accurate word count: 1.4k (in total)

Blade x Reader with rheumatoid arthritis

: ̗̀➛ you were diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis in every joint in your body. this meant that the pain in your joints would only get worse with time. of course, you had your good and bad days. on good days, the pain was minimal, to the point you wouldn't feel a thing. but on bad days, the pain in your shoulders made it difficult to carry bags, lift things, and particular bad days made it near impossible to get even changed. somedays, the pain in your hips were uneven and made you limp. Blade didn't really understand it at first; you were fine one day and looked terrible the next. it took him a while but he eventually understood that your arthritis came and went. 

: ̗̀➛ one particular bad day, you could only lay down, feeling uncomfortable in your own body, a constant spike of pain present. breathing felt difficult, and you felt yourself tearing up just trying to sit up. the minutes it takes to even sit up right felt more like hours. sometimes, the pain killers wouldn't work as they should, and unfortunately, this was one of those days. 

: ̗̀➛ Blade enters your room and you quickly turn your head to face him, and immediately regret it due to the pain. he knows it's one of those bad days; your eyes watery, the awkward position you were sitting in, and the look on your face just begging him to make the pain go away. it's difficult for him to comfort you with words so he goes to get some heating pads, food for you to eat, etc... anything he can really. he'll hold you close, minimal movements, letting you lay on him. in the silence between you two, he can't help but wish that at the very least, you could achieve the eternal peace he was chasing after. 

Gepard x Reader with asthma

: ̗̀➛ as the captain of the silvermane guards, he has to keep fit and he’d like you, his lover, to at least do some morning runs with him. he knows that you have asthma, but he didn’t think a morning brisk would do anything awful. as long as you managed your symptoms, it was all fine! there usually arent any problems either, to the point your inhaler was often forgotten at home during these runs.

: ̗̀➛ unfortunately, perhaps you were trying to go faster for Gepard knowing he usually slowed down for you or something but you were definitely pushing yourself more than you could handle. your breaths drew short, not enough oxygen getting to you leaving you lightheaded as you continued to run. Gepard ran a bit in front of you, or at least he did. you watched as the distance between you and him grew farther and farther, and your running got slower until it came to a halt. leaning against a wall, you tried to catch your breath but you honestly couldn’t tell if you were breathing at all. the pain coming from your chest felt like too much, you had a hard time pushing air in and out of your lungs.

: ̗̀➛ Gepard ran back, retracing his steps, when he saw you were no longer with him. he found you hunched over, leaning against a wall, looking like you were hyperventilating. rushing to your side, he quickly recognizes that you were having an asthma attack. scooping you into his arm, he quickly runs back to your home. he may look calm due to the fact he is able to hide his fears, he’s a captain after all, but he’s panicking on the inside. the way home is blurry; you aren’t focused on what’s happening around you, only feeling your chest going up and down yet it didn’t feel like you were breathing. it felt as if there was something blocking your airway, causing everything to feel sort of stuck. Gepard grabs your inhaler and shakes it, before giving it to you. the effects don’t happen immediately which worried Gepard, but you eventually were able to breath, at least a little. he takes you to a hospital to get checked up immediately after. it’s when you’re getting checked does the realization that he came so close to losing you sink in. Gepard is clingier the week after that; holding your hands more (even when he’s working), kissing you almost every chance he gets, holding you before bed, etc… he’ll never forget to bring your inhaler on your morning runs after that.

Jing Yuan x Reader with diabetes

: ̗̀➛ low blood sugar is more than being shaky; no matter how long you’ve been diabetic, you’ll never get used to the god awful feeling of dread that occurs. Jing Yuan cares about your health, and he’s got the books and notes to prove it. usually, diabetes doesn’t get in the way of your life besides watching what you eat, having to keep fit, but it’s manageable.

: ̗̀➛ certain occasions like today, unfortunately, you wake up to a shaky feeling crawling up your body. it was early morning, Jing Yuan slept looking peaceful by your side. you forced yourself up and reached over to the meter as quietly as you could. after loading the strip into the device, you pricked your finger- a feeling you will never like. the number 40 glowed on the screen, glaring at you. you knew you had to wake Jing Yuan up because you really didn’t think you could go anywhere feeling like this. you felt awful nudging him awake, interrupting his sleep. all you have to do is show Jing Yuan the 40 and he’s beelining to the kitchen for some juice. when you finish drinking the juice, Jing Yuan holds; your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you.

: ̗̀➛ your apologies to Jing Yuan for waking him fall to deaf ears as he’s rebutting everything you’re saying. many “nothing to be sorry about”s and “it’s not your fault”s could be heard. 15 minutes later, you prick your finger and show Jing Yuan a glowing 97. he goes to grab you a sandwich and after you finish eating, you two go back to bed. you lean on his shoulder, his hand cradling the side of your head, his chin laid on the top of your head, the two of you drift back to sleep holding each other.

Dan Heng x Reader with osteoporosis

: ̗̀➛ the path of the Trailblaze was not one without danger and Dan Heng was afraid you’d to be hurt in the crossfire though. you were diagnosed with osteopenia which eventually led to osteoporosis, which meant your bones were brittle. you hated it, this meant you were a liability to the astral express when trailblazing and often had to sit out during anything that had the slightest bit of danger. once, you asked if you could just have March’s shield on you at all times but even that proved ineffective in the long run.

: ̗̀➛ today, the astral express crew was visiting Herta for the Trailblazer to check out the simulated universe. Dan Heng quickly finished off the enemy before rushing to your side. it looked terrible, your arm was bent out of place and you couldn’t find it in yourself to say a thing. when you tried to move, a dreadful grinding sound occurred which made you nauseous. Dan Heng alerted the rest of the express crew before they all brought you to the medical department. thankfully, it wasn’t anything irreversible but throughout the treatment, you couldn’t help but feel like a big burden, getting hurt easily.

: ̗̀➛ once everything is fine and all you needed was time to heal, Dan Heng pulled you into a tight hug, whispering a few “thank god you’re fine”s and a “i was so worried.” usually you’d love his clingier side but it felt like pity. and god, it made you feel awful. no one else on the express would get hurt as easily as you. you push Dan Heng away, feeling terrible that you were such a burden, you quickly brief over how you feel. he grabs your wrist, looking you straight in your eyes, and loudly stated every reason you were not a burden because of your osteoporosis. from how you could take care of yourself to helping the express in ways non-physical like talking your way into less community service when the astral express crashed into a stadium. Dan Heng pulled you into a hug saying one last time, “you aren’t a burden.”

[rogueshadow1124]

INTO THE SHADOWS

[SATORU GOJO X FEM¡READER]

{May or may not follow the actual plot, there will be a few changes- I dont own any original characters apart from Y/N Fushiguro.}

(Part one), (Part two )

Chapter Two- SHE'S STRONG AND SHE KNOWS IT

...

Y/N stood inbetween her brother and Yuji Itadori as they awaited in the train station for their teacher, he was almost never on time and that annoyed the girl because she knew that even in the most complicated situations Gojo would always be Gojo and he would do as he pleased when he pleased, in his own way- he liked to say he was doing things in 'style' but the female Fushiguro didnt see it that way at all, she saw him as an inconvenience and an annoyance among others.

"How are there only three first-years? Isn’t that too few?" Yuji broke the silence between the three, looking at the siblings in confusion.

"Well, have you ever met anyone who can see curses before?" Megumi answered bluntly, eyes slanted in boredom.

"Uhh… Nope."

"Exactly, that just proves how small our population is, there arent many of us around." Y/N added quietly, eyes scouting the crowd, bringing her hands up to overlap her thumbs and spread her fingers out almost in the shape of a bird as she whispered 'shadow-bine' which made a black puff of smoke emerge and form into a crow that flew off at her silent demand.

Itadori looked at the girl in surprised, she only shrugged at him and stuffed her hands into her trouser pockets. Yuji then turned his attention to the other male, "Also, didn’t you say I was the third?"

"Their entry was decided a while ago. You know what our school’s like. Everyone has unique circumstances." Megumi hummed out, eyes squinting into the short distance when he spotted a familiar white haired male who had clocked them and waved.

"Sorry for the wait... I think you lost something Y/N/N, you spying on me again?" Gojo directed teasingly towards the girl who huffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms among her chest- she peered at the crow that now sat perched on Satorus shoulder before it turned to smoke again and vanished.  "Oh? Your uniform made it in time, I see."

"Yeah, it’s a perfect fit! Though it’s slightly different from Fushiguro’s. It has a hood, for one." The pink haired boy exclaimed in excitement tugging at the edges of his cloak jacket smiling widely.

"That’s because the uniforms can be customized upon request." Gojo returned the bright smile the younger had, placing a hand on his hip as he leant to the right.

"Huh? But I never put in any requests."

"That's because Gojo did it, hes annoying like that. He likes taking control." Y/N said smugly, a rare half smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she eyes the sensei raising her brows at him when he coughed, sending her a short glare.

"Ahh Whatever, I guess." Itadori smiled lightly, rubbing the back of his head glancing down at his uniform.

"Be careful. Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that." The dark haired boy said peering over to Yuji who shrugged. "More importantly, why are we meeting up in Harajuku?"

"Because it’s what she asked for." Gojo replied as he started to walk, brushing shoulders with Y/N as he passed her, him sending her a little smirk as he did to which she immediately glared at, spinning around to follow behind.

"Hey, popcorn! I want some!"

...

As the group wandered through the grounds of the station, they came to a sudden halt at the sound of a females voice sounding agitated, when they each turned to look they caught sight of a girl no older than the two younger boys that was holding a mans collar, getting close to his face in a threatening demeanor.

"I’m sorry! Please let me go!" The mans voice echoed out, the girl scoffed dropping him before running her hand down her clothes legs in disgust.

"That’s kinda embarrassing." Itadori whispered, looking at the scene with wide eyes and his mouth a gape.

"So are you." The Fushiguros tutted out in unison, sending each other a look whilst switching their eyes towards the boy in question, nodding with a hum.

"Hey! Over here!" Gojo called out laughing, catching the girls attention as he starred to wave erratically.

"Damn, what’s up with that blindfold?" The newbie grumbled, walking towards the group with a sigh.

After they had collected the girl who they had gotten to know the name of- Nobara Kugisaki, she was a small, mousey brown haired girl with a fiery attitude, eyes bright and warm which was completely opposed to the other girl who stood there cold and calculating, Kugisaki would be lying if she said she wasnt intimidated my Y/N Fushiguro. The dark haired girl had been staring holes into the newbie ever since they had started towards the lockers, where they had ended up now.

"Okay, once again." Gojo noted, looking between the group, motioning to the new girl.

"Kugisaki Nobara. Be happy, boys. I’m the one woman in your group." Kugisaki stated to which yuji immediately looked up in confusion, eyes glancing over towards Y/N who was standing beside his sensei, arms folded, straight faced.

"What about- urm- Y/N?"

"I'm not in your year, therefore I wont be in your group and for that I am glad." She looked directly to the younger boy which made a sense of uneasiness wash over him due to the void look that was on her face, it seemed even more so emotionless than usual.

...

Fushiguro had morphed back to jujutsu high not long after the boys and kugisaki had taken a seat on their isle, she didnt have to patience to be sitting around doing nothing when she could be training or at least attempting to get better- her large wound hadn't been getting better as she thought it would, it had grown more achy and painful over the last couple of days but she couldnt affors for that to delay her.

So as of now, she was in the training court, sparring with the unmoving dummies that were layed out in a sequence within the room, a few would pop out mechanically to take her by surprise every so often but she wasnt held back by anything, she powered through, pushing the tiredness and pain aside she had long forgotten about that feeling, now focusing on the adrenaline that was pumping through her veins. She was only practicing the hand to hand combat for now as there were times where it would be needed and she had more than perfected using her technique, the only thing that bothered her was how it had failed her, putting her in a weak position.

She wasnt used to her technique becoming faulty, it had never done so before so that bothered her greatly.

"You should take a rest you know." She came to a halt in her movements, heavily breathing as her heart hammered against her ribcage.

"Since when have you ever wanted a student to rest Gojo." She turned her head to side eyes the male from overhear shoulder, squinting lightly as her eyes struggled to focus in the moment, she let out a long ragged breath moving to take a seat on one of the benches where she suggested through her duffel bag, pulling out a cold bottle of water that she instantly took large sips of.

"You're pushing yourself too hard." He said softly, sliding do sit on the bench next to her. He turned to look at her and even though he had his blindfold on, she could sense the questioning gaze he held. "You never answered me."

"Huh?"

"When I asked what happened to you, the morning after your return." He stated, crossing one of his legs over the other as he leant back against the stone wall behind him, arms crossing over his stomach.

"What do you think Satoru? I fought curses like I usually do." Y/N stood from the bench, keeping her head lowered only allowing her eyes to look down at her bag as she stuffed the water bottle back inside, zipping it up.

Satoru had known Y/N since she was twelve years old, when he was first assigned to take care and mentor her and a five year old megumi- she didnt really approve of him at first, not wanting him to come between her and her little brother who she had taken full responsibility for after their fathers disappearance at the young age she was, Y/N didnt even start to trust Gojo until she was around sixteen years old when she had come back with her first ever major injury after fighting a curse, he looked after her eventhough she had denied him many times, he hadn't given up and since then they had become close.

"I know that your hurting, your in pain but your far to stubborn to admit it and accept help." He pushed up from the bench to stand at her side, hand tugging at her elbow as she went to walk away. She kicked her foot along the ground, skimming her shoe as she breathed out, turning to look at him as he looked over her.

"Its not painful. Its perfectly tolerable- nothing I havent handle before." The girl ran a hand down her side, eyes widening for a mere second as she felt a damp patch on her vest top. The male had felt her tense slightly, he rose his brows, tilting his head down as his heightened senses allowed him to know exactly what the issue was.

"You're bleeding."

"Mhm only a little..." her voice trailed off towards the end, she looked up at Gojo furrowing her brows as her vision started to blur and his features started to morph and smooth over, She squinted tilting her head to the side, mumbling out his nice in a whisper like tone to which he had answered but the words didnt form in her head, it was all murmered. The only thing she felt was a hand that grasped at her arm, feeling herself fall back then everything went B L A C K.

Word Count- [1697]

[saturnxlust]

Could you do just general hc for Habit/Evan w like a kinda hyper/energetic reader?? They could be sfw or nsfw… maybe both 😏😏😏. You can choose! Gn pls 🥺

Ty !!💜💚

Hmmmm….i reckon i shall😍😍🫵🫵

Habit x Energetic!Reader

Gn btw🫶🫶

Sfw

If your a demon???

YIPPEEE!!!!!

He can also be extremely hyper

You guys are like the most insane couple ever

Kinda the, holding hands and jumping in circles together

Omg vinny like actually hates you guys

He cant stand having 2 hyper people being erotic around him

Especially while hes trying to figure things out

Habit has the stamina of a bunny (not in that way😠😠👊👊)

He runs and runs and runs

And lets say you can do the same

Hes less grumpy because of how tired he gets from running

Feed this man a burger and hes out fucking cold what

But in the sense you arent like him, yk like a demon lmao

He gets annoyed faster and probably just kills you when he gets too mad💔

Its like dumb and dumber

You guys constantly give people headaches and grey hair

Finding it hilarious that vinny runs away when he see you two holding hands and buzzing with excitement

Nsfw

Time to get our 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 on😝😝

He has stamina for so many rounds and oh boy if you do too

Hes fuckinf you all night babe

He drags out your orgasms as long as he can

“I know, i know you wanna cum but we have 5 more hours until sunride bunny!”

Cue a very loud and annoyed groan from you, not only does he drag them out but he makes you cum so much you could fill a fucking pool

Like what

Tbh he would fuck you even if you fall asleep

But erm im not into that so lets not focus on that🫶

“C’mon baby one more” he grunted as he slammed his hips into you for the thousandth time that night, pulling another orgasm from you as your legs shook, whimpering and panting as you grew even more sensitive, making his promise of the last time take longer as he seemed to relish in your overstimulation.

Yes without a doubt will fuck you all day

Lazy day where he doesnt have to kill people? Hes fucking you

Quickies dont exsist to this man

Theyre unheard of

Unfortunately for you that means you get little time to yourself

But i assume you dont mind since your literally dating a demon

If your also a demon he gets nasty with sex

Breaking the bed, the headboard

Punching the wall

Ripping the sheets

This man is feral while he has you pinned under him taking his dick oh so well

If your ripping up the sheets too (which you probably are to stabilize yourself) he gets a massive ego boost

You being down for multiple rounds has him creaming at the thought

Hes thought of you in many positions

Depending on how stretchy you are he might try to put you in some

Do not fret if you arent though! He will just resort to doggystyle

Not really a praise guy but will if your into it

Down to try anything with you unfortunately

[eyesxxyou]

Hey hear me out

Barista loser hobie?

Barista loser hobie who sees you in the coffee shop he works at one day and you soon become one of his regulars. The two of yall are absolutely smitten with each other but the other doesnt know. But either way he is so sweet but so nervous and gets so jealous when other customers of his flirt with you. Or when his workers will jokingly flirt with you or not tell him your here just to mess with him a but, its all for jokes. Just them being playful about his silly crush on you, thats until one of them accidentally spill something hot on you and the worker apologizes but hobie gives you one of his shirts after making sure you wouldnt be burnt from the hot drink you had. Thats the moment when you told him you liked him and keep coming to see him because of how much you liked him. He still gets jealous even when yall are dating finally about other customers even if you shove them off stating your happy in your relationship. It makes him happy though, especially when you fuck him in the back after hes closed the shop claiming him as yours and making him realize that you arent living him as you milk his cock. You tease him asking if he wants to be your baby daddy as you get him to cum inside you in the back office (so not near the food or any supplies you use to cook.) basically showing him that you only want him as you fuck him after customers were flirting with you, but you also do it when his customers flirt with him. Hobie immediately gets repulsed by them flirting while you get possessive and make marks on him more visible no matter what it takes. You get more violent and rough when your jealous or possessive, loser hobie loved that. Absolutely adores it whenever your riding him and he cums inside you still trying to apologize and beg for more of you as yalls cum mix together both inside you and on his cock.

Dilf loser hobie?

He becomes smitten when you call him for a meeting for how good his kid is doing in your class, you talk with how shes so proud of his kid and how hed done a great job of raising her. Talking about how much you love her and how kind and helpful she is for others. As you and him have a conversation about his daughter and he loves it as a single dad. Its been hard on him and he doesnt always get praise like that and ut validates him. You validating him has made himw ant you so much more to where with anything with teachers that needed help from parents hed give it. Need volunteers for christmas parties and shit like that at school, and snacks? Fuck hes there he doesnt give a shit. He is always there and he helps you amazinging, he also volunteers to help on fieldtrips and even if he cant volunt he goes on the fieldtrips as parents are allowed to do it. You genuinely love talking to him and he has your number since he needs to be able to talk to you and ask you questions. Hes definitely took advantage of that and now you and him text more on a daily basis whenever he cant see you. He is so utterly obsessed with you and his kid together or when his kid talks about you. He thinks this could be it as you care for his daughter and it seems you care a lot for him. And he is just absolutely smittened with you, like it floors him how good and sweet you are. God even as a loser he knows how to do a lot of stuff. And at parties and other stuff when he sees you bend over at all or in the slightest way he wants to be inside you fucking you from behind. His daughter is at a sleepover and he has been masterbating to the thought of you thinking how dirty he is. He has photos of you, some you dont know he has as he snuckily got them but he still did. He cums and whimpers your name as he is gripping his own cock as his hips jerked up when he came. He has to take some deep breathes for a little bit. God do you plague his mind though, he decided to go out and he saw you. He immediately went to talk you! And you were happy and accepted the convo with full arms, though it wasnt about school or his daughter, but just about yourselves. You talk about each other and learn more about each other, he then reveals he likes you and it puzzles you. You just smile at him and say you like him too but would like to build a deeper commection. He is surprised, he believed you were way out of his league, plus youd dont have kids would you really want to date an old man with a kid? Like your gorgeous, model worthy so he is worried and scared. He even says that to you and you say you dont care about all that, you say you find him incredibly attractive, just you also wanna get to know him better to see if morals align and what you want align. You state you dont care much if someone has kids, you say your fine with kids and even fine with ever having some of your own (wether its adopting or well birthing.) Thats all you care for and it makes him melt to be honest, he thinks your incredibly to good for anyone. He and you soon date shortly after and youve been amazing, he feels as if he doesnt deserve you and he gets upset when the other staff at school flirt with you, especially in front of him. But you calm him down and tell him you already have someone you love, you are so overprotective of him as someone told you to leave him and that he isnt good enough and you shoved it to them basically going in a rant that probably destroyed that whole persons career. You just love hobie so much and youve realize that, you love his kid as well who also loves you. I mean hell the kids already calling you mama/papa, so the kid already adores you. It only warms your heart with such a family like that. Its a small family in its own way and yall all go view Christmas lights together and it makes you three all so happy to be able to do that. Dilf hobie is extremely protective of you and his daughter though. He saw how bad men are to anyone, so he has an arm around your waist protevtively while his daughter is on his shoulders. (Text maxed out i cant continue my rant😭)

-🍄

Didn't know I needed dilf Hobie until now

[iwritesometimes-sorta]

JJk Stoner Headcannons

I hope this is decent :)

18+ Only please

Gojo

Best snacks, he's got everything you could ever want

Best weed too, he has any and every strain you could want, gorrilla glue? Hes got it, Alien cookie, hes got it

This man is ready to have the best night!

Gojo is definitely a Blunt man hes got one already rolled for you both before you even get there

His favorite time to smoke is when you both take a ride late at night

One hand on the wheel blunt between his fingers, his other hand on your thigh slowly creeping up caressing closer to your core

Your late night drives always end the same way with you both pulled over on the side of the road

You bouncing up and down on his thick cock, tits bouncing out of your thin tank top

While Gojo takes a drag of the blunt watching you hump mindlessly in his lap his other hand keeping a firm grasp on your ass

He grabs your chin pressing his lips to yours spanking your ass as you gasp he blows the smoke into your mouth smirking as you cum

Geto

Geto, Ah Geto he definitely buys his weed off of Gojo so you know hes got the good stuff

Geto likes a good spliff, every once in awhile after hes had a bad day Geto will bum a couple of cigs off of Shoko

He loves a good night in with you, a movie playing in the background, a couple of drinks and a few spliffs

If you arent a fan of tobaccoo tho he will make sure that he rolls a joint so you can smoke tobacoo free

A horror movie is playing in the background you and geto can be heard through out the house giggling the smell of marijuana and tobaccoo hanging heavily around the two of you

Geto has you in his lap smoke being shared back and forth between you two

Before he flips you onto your back your legs wrapped around his waist

Geto makes short work of your clothes getting the two of you naked in your shared haze

The sex with Geto is always mindblowing but its even better when your both inebriated after a few drinks and a few spliffs your just so pliable

Hes soft with you in these moments making sure you come over and over until your crying before he spills himself into you

Sukuna

Sukuna is something else, he like Gojo has THE BEST WEED and he better considering he's selling it

He uses nothing but the best when he smokes

Definitely a bong guy he has the lungs of a swimmer, taking giant rips that fill his bedroom when he exhales

He's always so sexy when he smokes, shirt off, his black sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips as he rips his bong

Has an extensive glass collection he has bongs, pipes, bubblers, you name it he probably has it

His room is the perfect smoke spot red LEDS on lighting up the space keeping it nice and dim

Flatscreen on the wall either has a movie on or whatever game hes been playing

His bed in the center of his room is always perfectly made and comfy for you

His favorite time to smoke is anytime but the best is when your sitting on his lap while he games

He loves getting to watch you inhale the smoke when you light the bowl the way you squirm in his lap when you try to impress him by taking a fat hit

He laughs deeply when you start a coughing fit after taking such a large hit "I bet that fucking hurt brat" he whispers into your ear

Before taking the bong from you and taking his own hit

He smirks at you when he sees the way you look at him as he takes his rip the glaze over your eyes so telling

He'll bend you over in his bed after he pauses his game your face in the sheets while he towers over you from behind he groans as he flips your skirt over your perfectly round ass seeing your lack of panties

Hes so hard seeing your bare pussy he takes another rip as he runs his fingers thru your folds gathering your slick on his fingers

He growls ripping his sweats and shorts down just enough to get his cock out before he rams it into your cunt sinking all the way to the hilt

He loves the way you scream out when he pounds into your sweet pussy he makes you work yourself on his cock while he watches taking one last fat rip before putting the cashed bong down bringing your lips together to fill your mouth with smoke he glares at you "hold it in until I say" he smirks as you hold your breath he picks up pace watching as your face gets redder from the weed and lack of oxygen

"Let go" he demands as he grabs your hair forcing your head back putting you into a mean arch

He laughs meanly as you release the breath you had been holding and cum on his cock at the same time he puts one hand around your throat squeezing as he pummels your pusssy before finally spilling his seed inside of you

[jordiestardust]

steve harrington x fem (implied) reader, college au, part 1 <3

summary: you’ve never really been fond of steve harrington. but your best friend is his roommate and theyre hitting it off pretty good, so you just might have to see him every day for the next four years. so maybe making him slightly more tolerable wouldnt hurt..

The books weighed heavy in my arms as i stood outside of the crappy off campus apartment my best friend now lives in. Sure, i havent been inside yet, but knowing Eddie, i was 1000% sure that it was some sort of fucked up. I had knocked a few seconds ago, and behind the door i could hear Eddie tripping over shit in his journey to let me in.

“Hellooo, M’lady.” He smiled brightly, taking the top half of my book load, and letting me into the dorm.

“Stop calling me that, asshole.” I snorted, closing the door behind me with a bump of my hip.

“Nope. Not until you finally decide to visit me for a reason other than making me study. We havent even started classes yet, you freak” He chuckled, making his way into the small kitchen area for a what i thought was a beer. Until he pulled two of like 13 juice boxes out of the small fridge.

“Its that.. Is that a juice box, Edward?” “Okay i can explain. My roommate is totally the party animal type, so all my good stuff stays in my room. Actually I think you might, oh i dont know, i think you might know him.” He shrugged, smirking and handing me my juicebox.

“Doubt it, never left Hawkins in my whole life. Now enough bull, I need to finish making my flashcards before classes start, which one is your room?” I said, looking through the doors to find the messier of the two.

“Y/N, Honey, thats not-“ Eddie tried to help, but I was determined to start the stupid flashcards. Until I found out who his goddamn roommate was.

“Your roommate is Steve Harrington?” I looked up at Eddie, who was now leaning against the doorframe, looking at me smugly.

“His roommate is Steve Harrington. Nice to see you four eyes. Someone grew over the summer, lost the glasses too, I see?” He smirked, placing the box in his arms labeled “hair shit” on his bed carefully.

“Im nineteen years old, dickhead. I dont grow anymore, and yes I lost the glasses. Eddie please show me to your room, I would like to start my flashcards”

“Shes still like this? Come on Y/n/n, loosen up a little I mean you got out of Hawkins. Its time for you to learn that life isnt all about having your nose in a book.” He said, leading you and Eddie into the living room as he spoke.

“Aw ive been upgraded from four eyes. Im flattered. And Harrington, youre only here because your daddy has money, so its not like youve ever needed to have your nose in a book.” Before Steve could shoot back, Eddie started speaking.

“Okay so now might not be the best time to mention this, but we are kinda trying to plan a movie night right now. So if you arent going to help, I do recommend going to get your roommate.” He asked, eyebrows raised in amusement, as him and Steve silently agreed over tape choices.

“How the hell did you drag Robin into this already Harrington?” I asked, throwing myself onto their slightly uncomfortable couch.

“What do you mean?,” He smirked, “Buckleys my best friend. She is also on snack duty, so if you decided not to stay, be a doll and tell her to hurry up, would you?”He said, leaving the area to go back to his room for more tapes. I groaned loudly, as Eddie aggressively took a seat next to me.

“You knew, and still let me come over? I hate you so much right now, Munson.” I said, laying my head on his shoulder, his crazy hair falling over my eye’s slightly.

“I know, but Harrintons not as bad as he used to be. I promise, M’lady” I could hear the amusement in his voice as he said that. The two of us just sat there in silence for a bit, until Steve came back, and assigned me to ‘decorate the shitty couch duty’.

“I have homework you know, Steve.” I said, snatching the stack of blankets from him. I couldnt see at the time, but Eddie had literally just walked out of the door.

“And I have a movie night to finish planning.” He stated plainly. Something about him and his indifference towards college was really frustrating. But I guess it was to be expected. Hes Steve Harrington.

“You know, former four eyes,” you rolled your eyes at the new nickname, “Im not going anywhere. Youre going to have to get used to me.” He said, placing the stack of tapes planned for later on the Tv stand.

“Youd be much more tolerable if you werent such a.. A you. You party until three in the morning, and dont care if someone ralphs on your lawn. You dont study, you charm your way into passing grades. And we still ended up in the same school. Theres no getting used to that.”

“Well you know, coexisting with you isnt making my life all sunshine and rainbows either. You study, and you study and you study. You get amazing grades, without having to wink at 100 year old teachers. Your friends like you for.. you, not your parents money. So id say its gonna take a while for me to get used to you too.” We were standing in a very awkward silence now, neither caring if Eddie was standing behind either one of us, and if he was its not like we’d notice.

“I have an idea.” I said. I can’t believe youre doing this Y/n. “You dont like that im smarter than you, right? What if.. What if I helped you study?” I could tell he was skeptical, and so was I. I didnt know what hell i was getting myself into then.

“Whats in it for me?” He said, bending down in front of the couch to start moving the equally shitty coffee table.

“You get to teach me how to have a good time,” Seeing the look on his face I felt the need to elaborate. Loudly, “NOT THAT WAY. I mean you can, take me out on the town or whatever it is you do. Bowling, drinking, dancing, whatever the hell it is you deem fun.” Now he was smiling and I couldnt tell if it was a smile that should make me embarrassed and run full speed, and probably trip, out of the apartment.

“Okay. But, i get to pick where I take you and when. You can pick what we study I guess. Hey maybe that stick thats been up your ass for the last nineteen years will finally disappear.”

“Haha, very funny Steve. Im being serious though. You teach me to not be a prick, I make you less of an absolute dumbass, and hope it makes you more tolerable.” I absolutely could not believe id even offer to do something like this, but there was no way in hell id spend the next four years hating his guts. Im with Eddie 25/8 and apparently hes tight with Robin. Hating Steve would fuck everything up. Which is why i wasn’t entirely suprised when he said,

“Okay. But only because id pay good money to see you consume alcohal, Y/n/n.” He said, a somewhat serious, and very rare, look on his face.

“Cool. Cool cool cool. So you think we should like.. plan it? Or is not planning things part of the Steve Harrington Slutty Popular Rich Kid experience?” I asked, as began to turn the coffee table around to make a little snack stand. Creative.

“Oh it’s definitely part of the experience. But planning might help, hows after the movie sound?”

“I have to study after the movie, Steve. Im already moving it back because of your spontaneous attack movie night. “

“So after the movie? Perfect”

A/N: posting is literally so inconsistent but i have like a total of 45 minutes of free time every day- but once i get my schedule n stuff down ill def post more😍🤞 so p2 prob coming soon! if u have ideas for this mini series dm me im so uncreative rn💀

[weekend-conspiracy-theorist]

i loooove ur trt series.... even when they arent, tim and cass are the siblings ever in every universe!!!!! and the yj core four crumbs ... oh its so delicious

oh thank you!!! I'm so glad you've enjoyed ❤️ one of these days I will finish the singular casefic I intend to write for that universe; it's got good tim&cass content, including an ongoing super smash bros competition which hinges on a semi-sentient Excel spreadsheet and a hip 20's podcast obsession for cass, to augment her canonical trash tv english lessons. (it's to learn how to pick up tone without body language better, with a side helping of learning words like vore that she can use to terrorize her brothers.) one day I will also write how the rest of the core four met tim in TRT!verse, because it involves tim and steph getting abducted by aliens and then breaking out before kon, cassie, and bart get there to rescue them.

it's soooo so fun thinking about yj core four with steph as robin instead of tim. the robin & superboy leadership competitiveness combined with kon hitting on steph constantly; versus the weird dynamic of being two girls in a male dominated space so you bond automatically but also you're deeply jealous of each other both personally and professionally but also you're kind of in love but also you're a little bit competing over a guy but also you'd both kick him to the curb before you let go of each other but also when he and your other mutual best friend died you all fell apart. honestly bart puts up with so much with the koncassiesteph love triangle in the Third Robin Tales universe, and it probably only gets worse as greta cissie and anita get involved. I don't think steph and cassie ever dated for real (mostly because there are so many good potential steph ships and I refuse to commit to one for this AU) but they definitely still kissed at kon's funeral.

meanwhile tim and bart went on one date and called it quits but bart probably crashes at tim's place all the time when he's annoyed with max and steph's too busy with bat stuff to entertain him, and tim thinks kon's annoying and KON thinks TIM'S annoying (but also when kon accidentally gets sucked into helping tim rescue his kidnapped boyfriend--because kon was raiding steph's fridge when tim came looking for her--he maybe finally has that sexuality crisis everyone's been waiting on for a decade, because oh no, both annoying guy and his even more annoying boyfriend are... kinda hot...), and cassie'd always seen tim as an impediment to her weird psychosexual rivalrybestfriendship with steph until they finally buried the hatchet, but now they're besties. they're watching grenada holmes together over discord screenshare every night while cassie's training in themyscira and tim's in bumfuck nowhere chasing down a lead on a missing person's case. the core four young justice team groupchat is still called "☠️ tim drake hate club ☠️" though.

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Perverted things they do

Characters: Bakugou, Tamaki, Kaminari, Sero, Mirio, Deku, Shoji, Todoroki,

Note: Hello im back and I hope you like the small drabbles for each character! All characters are 18+ slightly suggestive content but nothing deatailed! Enjoy!

Bakugou: Always want to take the train with you when you are going back home, he doesn’t care that you live far away from him, he just wants to have his hard on squeezed between your soft ass cheecks. You don’t even notice that he pops a boner every once in a while. He also has his arms wrapped around your waist claiming that he is showing everyone that you are his and his only.

Tamaki:  Belive it or not amajiki is a closet perv, he simply can’t help it! After he gest comfortable with PDA you can always find him laying on your plush chest, he just finds it so comforting...also a perfect way to have his face nuzzled between your boobs.

kaminary: Likes to see you eating desserts, specially if they have cream on them or if they are a nice white color. He just can’t help but imagine how you would like like when you are between his legs and cum driping down your mouth as your are sucking his swollen cock.

Sero: Absolutely loves to help you out to reach stuff that is a shelf to high for you or anything that you cant reach,while he does so he likes to tease you and call your “short” or “tiny. Besides the fact that he loves helping you out he also loves the fact that he gest to press aginst you.

Mirio: When you two go out he always has his hands on your waits but somehow his hands end up from you waist to your hips, from your hips to the back pocket of your jeans. Every once in a while he will give your butt a slight squeeze just to be playful.

Deku: He always is always willing to tutor you if yu need a bit of extra help. When he finallt teaches you the basic of the subject he gives you some exercise for you to pratcise.When you have are nippling on a pencil because how focused you are he cant help but imagine smthing else on your pretty lips, something more big and thick, when he thought abt it the first time his face was bright red.

Shoji: Uses his quirk to his advantage.One day you accidentaly flashed him and he saw your pretty plush thighs and thick butt, he just wanted to see them again, just a little closer next time.When you arent looking he might use one of his dupli-arms and pop and eye ball at the end of it to see what color are your panties that day. He really likes it when you wear pastel blue panties! those are his favorites!

Todoroki: Once he got a taste of PDA he started clinging to you 24/7 since he is a touched starved baby, eventually you two started having sleepovers at eachothers rooms. When you two have sleep overs he can’t help but to stare at your cute nipples peaking through your PJ’s. He might use his quirk to make the room colder so he can see your nipples harden.