#js fics

[disaster-j]

First chapter of my Psychic!Buck au!!!!

[ash-and-starlight]

The world needs more Yue and Zuko friendship, I squeal just thinking abt the parallels. They deserve a life changing field trip together and if u have abt ideas I’m all ears 👀

Hiii anon this ask fermented in my inbox and in my brain for so long,, so take this??? Post canon yue lives/no war au arts?? Anyway aside from the Parallels and their political position & their duty before hoes grindset I think they could learn a lot from each other. With zuko learning the gift of patience & diplomacy from yue & Yue learning that allowing yourself to feel anger and speaking up can actually be Good.

anyway hypothetical life changing trip outcome: zuko takes an intro gender studies class and yue says fuck

(oh and also must not forget the crush on sokka)

[br4tphobia]

Abby, who was currently ontop of you. rubbing her pretty clit against yours as she watched in awe how drunk from it you were. so so so submissive just for her, obeying every order she gave you, like the good girl you were. the way you’d open your mouth for her to spit in it, before taking your tongue in her mouth, swapping saliva. “mmh..abs—“ gripping on her freckled shoulders, grinding against her. “hm? what is it princess..” her voice traveling through your ears, making you wetter by how dominant she sounds. “feels s’good ohmygoddd” — “i know..you make me feel just as good— fuckk” cut off by how sloppy the situation was, you were horribly wet. almost embarrassing actually. but you cant help it, she looked so good. her hair down, a few strands sticking to her forehead, with her pretty lips parted to let out the cutest sounds, yet to tell you the dirtiest things in your ear. “you like it when i grind on this pussy?” before you could respond she cut you off. “i know you do. nasty bitch” whining out at how she spoke to you as if you were nothing. “love it when you call me that— oh shitt” your eyes rolled to the back of your head. you swore you saw stars underneath your eyelids as you whined and whimpered from your orgasm, your pleads for abby to slow down falling deaf on her ears, only to grind harder against your poor pussy.

[aslettes]

”I won’t love her, i promise I won’t. so please, please don’t kill her.”

♡ dazai , chuuya , giyu , sanemi , aventurine , sunday , dan heng , childe , scaramouche , yingxing ( blade )

[withonly-sweetheart]

hear me out. nsfw mentions ahead

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re6 leon in which the events of re2 never happen, he doesn't become a police officer until chris recommends it to get over a break up, smth abt finding your purpose or fuck tht

he's got no idea what he's doing in the goddamn room, six months of training later, but theres a shiny new badge on his chest and a can do attitude that disappears as soon as he twists over his shoulder to check out his t.o.

shit, you must be at least, what, a decade younger than him? he has to hold back a scoff when sergeant dismisses the room, and suddenly he's left alone with your silent, wide eyes looking up at him.

you keep him behind you in your quick, clicking steps, allowing little time for the questions he asks, trying to pry that little shell of yours open. but you're unrelenting, in the way that he is, in your serious posture and his amused demeanor.

a demeanor that "has no place on the force", you tell him a week later, just after he's turned the corner and tripped over the felony you handcuffed just seconds ago.

he huffs and puffs on the ground, but he knows that you're the big bad wolf in his story. and he's not about to swap roles to become little red riding hood.

so after crashing at chris' penthouse with a cooler full of cold beer, a recovering heart and heavy thoughts, he realizes that he can do so much better. become what you expect.

and the man that walks in the day after? well, he's not the same old man whose back you were snickering behind when he got the captain's office and the locker room mixed up, courtesy of your fellow cops.

you feel more like a cheetah around its prey than a partner to him, especially with the snarky banter that flows easily, the subtly thrown smiles and winks during an ambush, his awkward yet sweetly charming demeanor.

and guess who can really judge a book by its cover? well, in this case, you suppose by its age.

to be honest, the only thing stopping you from pouncing is the number printed next to his name on the file that's two months late, sending all you've known about him into a loophole.

it appears that sometimes, the force of objects thrust into motion cant be stopped, and the events that ensure one night during a late night study of the rook book ends up with a pair of boots tangled in his sheets.

the thrill of getting caught is delicious, hell, its the reason you became a goddamned cop. but you've been denied that thrill all your life, and when it finally comes to you in the form of this glorious man, you should've realized there would've been some kind of problem.

your crazy big hint was the sun-crinkled eyes, salt and pepper stubble and old man advice, but that's hard to think about when his mouth is buried between your thighs, and even harder is to remember the question he asked beforehand, now somehow expecting an answer as he smothers your hips in wet, sticky kisses. blissfully broken and gazing at the book with glazed eyes.

because how the fuck are you supposed to memorize how to identify a gun when that was the best head you've gotten in years? but when he finally sinks into you with a groan, you realize that there is one gun you will always be able to identify on sight.

better pray that doesn't show up on the quiz though.

series masterlist

[deprivedofbraincellsandsleep]

I will not tolerate any Aaron Minyard slander

[heliswife]

"sit still," mingyu demands, "i'm going to draw you."

"oh, really?" you get yourself in a cool pose that makes mingyu burst into laughter.

"trust me baby, i'll capture all of your astonishing beauty in this drawing!" mingyu starts drawing. he looks so concentrated it's adorable, with his tongue sticking out and eyes darting between his paper and you.

after five minutes, mingyu gets up from his chair with the paper in his hand. "ready?"

"of course, gyu."

mingyu holds the paper high enough to cover his face. to say the drawing looks interesting is an understatement.

your caricature has you biting your bottom lip to stifle your laughter. "gyu, i look great, but don't you think you should try another hobby..?" "are you saying my drawing looks bad?" he gives you his best worst puppy dog eyes, and you can't help but plant a kiss on his lips. "i said i looked great! but why is my nose like that? an-"

mingyu kissed you, your lips interlocked for a minute before he pulled back. "you're shut up now, hm? i thought so. don't judge my drawing skills again, " he scolds, but his mouth is turned up to form a smile.

a/n : SEVENTEEN RIGHT HERE 🗣🗣 yeah my first seventeen fic who cheered? I watched the video where he drew wonwoo and had to write this

[ur-fave-bloggers-fave-blogger]

when I finished hoo and saw nico and will flirting at the end while everyone was fighting I was like awwww

then when I started toa and will says "Excuse my boyfriend" I was like WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE HOW BC I wanted a step by step tutorial of how these two got together but we js got the 3 days in the infirmary and BOOM!

Solangelo

[spookitapes]

jschlatt x reader; exhibition

do not…i repeat, DO NOT tease this man in public. don't be a brat, don't try to be slick, just don't…because if you do he's dragging your ass to wherever he can and fixing that attitude, asap.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────────

schlatt will have you bent over a sink giving you backshots so hard there's gonna be bruises on your hips from ramming into the counter over and over again…and don't even think about covering your mouth or holding back your sounds. he'll have a hand in your hair, yanking your head back towards him so he can get close to your ear. 

"stop holdin back– wanna hear how fuckin pathetic you sound."

by the time your brain stops being fuzzy from the feeling of his facial hair on your neck, he lets go of your hair and there's the sound of his belt being drug thru the loops of his undone pants. when he's got it completely free your arms are being yanked behind you, binding them with the belt so he's got even more control over you. the expensive leather digging into your wrists only fuels the throb between your legs, adding more fog to your brain. he's forcing your back to arch now, slamming into you somehow harder and it's making you spill out all the pretty noises he loves to hear. it adds to his already inflated ego, and your poor pussy pays the price. 

i'm fr warning you bro…mans won't hesitate to pull you out of whatever club your in and press you up against the rough alley wall and have his way. people walk by the alley ?  he's going harder. you complain about the wall being uncomfortable ?  he's pushing you down onto your knees to choke on his cock, hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail to control the movements. he's so condescending about it, too…

"if you wanted something down your throat so bad all you had to do was ask, sweet pea." 

schlatt loves when you're bratty at home. he'll play along, fuck with you, fire it back, etc…but he expects you to be his good girl and on your best behavior when you're out with him. nothing less is acceptable.

so blame yourself when you leave your friend's bathroom with shaky legs and fucked up makeup. remember you asked for it when you're putting up groceries with a stinging raw ass and cum dripping down your legs. know there's no one else but yourself to hold accountable when your taking his dick– face smushed to the hood of his car with one hand, and a thumb in your ass with the other. you'll learn your lesson one of these days…and if you don't  ?  schlatt wouldn't mind that too bad, either ;)))

[etoiile]

CLINGY

starring suna rintaro!

synopsis: when suna pushes your hug off of him, it makes an insecurity grow.

notes: first time writing for hq! def very very ooc for him but wtv im working on it

your possibly biggest fear ever was being annoyingly clingy.

your main love language was physical touch, and you had a very clear way of showing your love and affection. any one of your friends could easily say, "yep, they're really clingy," because you were. you'd greet them excitedly with a hug, cuddle with them during movies, and sling an arm over their shoulders when sitting next to each other.

you knew that you were clingy, and it didn't bother you much. no one around you seemed to dislike it and you knew yourself how much you'd like it if someone paid that much attention to you. you felt most loved when you felt seen, and having someone shower you in hugs made you feel that way, so you did it to other people, to show them how special they were to you.

one of the things that came with being clingy, however, was fear. fear that even though it was something you knew you'd appreciate, it was something annoying to others. the last thing you ever wanted was for someone to find you annoying to be around. that sounded like an absolute nightmare.

so, when you surprised rin with a backhug and he stood there, not reciprocating your hug, and then gently shoved you off, telling you he wasn't in a good mood, not to bother him, and to please, "stop being like a fucking mosquito clinging onto him all the time," you could feel your body trembling as you quickly retreated, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

when he later apologized to you, telling you he was sorry for lashing out at you, you accepted his apology, but the insecurity still lingered.

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suna was in a great mood.

he'd done really well at practice today, they got let out early enough that the sun was still out and shining, and he practically skipped home at the thought of coming home to your arms.

he unlocked the front door and yelled an, "i'm home," as he pulled his shoes off and set his bag down. you came over to greet him and he found his body tingling with excitement, ready to grab onto you and hold you tight.

"welcome home, rin," you smiled warmly at him, but then turned around and went back to your laptop. he stood there, dumbfounded. what just happened?

he followed you suspiciously, wondering what was going on. you always greeted him with a hug. always. why were you being different today? had you simply forgotten? no, it doesnt work like that. you didn't forget, you chose not to. why?

"...is everything ok?" he asked hesitantly. you didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so why were you acting weird?

you looked up at him, confused. "yeah? why, is something wrong?"

"yeah." he replied, plopping down next to you. "with you."

you frowned, your heart beginning to beat faster. first, you had stopped yourself from throwing your arms around him, which you so desperately wanted to do, in order to be less annoying, but there was still something wrong? what did you do? how were you still annoying him?

"...what do you mean?" you asked, trying your best to mask the nervousness in your voice. you really, really, really didn't want to be annoying. you wanted to be someone rin wanted to be around, not someone who pissed him off when he spent time with you. you really did want to work on the things he didn't like, and improve yourself for him. you braced yourself for what he might say next, reminding yourself that you can't cry just because someone brings up an issue about you.

"you didn't give me 'welcome home' hug." he muttered a little sheepishly, rubbing the bag of his neck. he looked up at you, his hazel eyes making your body feel like jelly. "did i do something wrong?"

you could feel your lower lip trembling as you tried to stop it. "..no! no, of course not. i just...thought that after what you...said yesterday, you'd want some space! i know im clingy, so im gonna work on it, ok?" you mustered out, trying to keep a smile on your face.

suna's eyes widened. he'd lashed out at you yesterday, but he'd apologized for it already, so he thought that meant you knew he didn't mean it. plus, you two were people who joked around a lot and spewed random shit all the time. he knew you knew that, so he didn't think it was on your mind and he didn't think you you thought what he said was true, because it wasn't. at all.

though, seeing as how you were struggling to keep it together, and how you hadn't welcomed him home with a hug for the first time since moving in together, he realized his words had cut deeper than he realized.

"hey," he turned to completely face you. "look at me." he gently guided your chin to meet his eyes, as you were apparently very keen on looking everywhere but him, and forced you to look at him.

"what i said last night... i didn't mean it. at all. you know i love your affection, right? i was just in a bad, bad mood yesterday, and 'm real sorry i lashed out at you because of it. i know i might be shit at expressing it right, but i love you and your clingy ass so much, and i'm sorry if it didn't seem that way. i love your touch and affection, really."

and with that, all of the fear came rushing out of you in the form of tears, and you jumped onto rin as you held him tight, your heart soaring in relief when he did the same. embarrassed to be seen, you buried your face in his chest and just sniffled silently.

"...you really mean it?"

"yeah,"

"it's not annoying? 'coz i want you to tell me if it is, and i'll work on it. really."

"it's not,"

"...you're sure?"

"i'm sure."

you then wiped your tears and giggled as you peppered his neck with kisses, laughing more when he scrunched up from the ticklish sensation.

"i love you," you said, stopping your flurry of kisses for a minute.

he gave you a boyish grin that made you melt and ran his hand through your hair. "i love you too, doll."

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[ethan-acfan]

⚠️sound on its much funnier that way⚠️

[tojjist]

going to a ball with gojo is a messy experience

he doesn't want to wear a suit. and when he puts one on that doesn't look right he doesn't want to take it off.

he buys your dress, having it delivered to you the night before. but it's entirely too inappropriate for the occasion. you appreciate the sentiment so you don't complain to him. it's an expensive dress as is.

when he enters the room to find you in another dress he looks almost too disappointed. you tell him it just didn't fit. but he already knows you're lying because that's your exact size. you assure him that you loved the dress and that, like all his gifts, it's truly extraordinary. but it just didn't fit.

he doesn't dwell on it because you look good anyway. so good he's tempted to skip the ball and keep you to himself for the night.

what happens isn't entirely too different anyway, since his clinginess the entire time made it next to impossible to socialize. or maybe it's just the way he glared at people when you're not looking, shooing them away because your attention is simply reserved. it's an unspoken rule: your attention belongs to him. especially when you're looking this good.

when you've had enough fun -to his standards anyway- he pulls you aside, away from everyone else. you're not too surprised. neither are you displeased with him. the place was getting too boring anyway.

not too long after you're the one leading the way out. Your friend almost approaches you to ask why you're leaving so soon, but she knew better as the lipstick stains on satoru's face answer her question.

the car ride home is full of anticipation, his hand resting on your thigh. satoru complains about the fabric of your dress being in the way, and he swears his heart rose up to his throat when you suggest he just ‘takes it off’ if it's bothering him too much.

he probably could, and the backseat suddenly looks too good. but he remains patient, knowing tonight will be very much worth the wait.

[liyev]

“baby,” you watch brown eyes blink at notes splayed neatly across your desk turn, blink again, then focus solely on you. “would you love me if i was a worm?”

the expression that appears on kita’s face is one of confusion, and you already have an idea of what (slightly stupefied) query would begin to leave his wondering mind.

“how would you become a worm in the first place, love?” he asks, lips quirking into a line of thought as he assesses your question. “do you need a logical answer or one that stems from fondness?”

“the logical answer first, then the fond one.”

“well..” he sets aside the pen in his hand, shifting in his seat to fully face your curious figure. “i don’t think you would be transformed into a worm with today’s technology or science, so i’m afraid i can’t exactly say anything concrete if i would love, have you been turned into a worm.”

the man’s gaze flickers from your eyes to the minute pout forming on your lips, giving you an adoring smile; his following words shifting to take on a softer, more amused timbre.

“however,” your head perks up, pout immediately replaced by an intrigued part of your lips, “i would love you if i knew it was still you, no matter how you came to be.”

©️ LIYEV 2024 — do not repost/translate/steal/feed my works into ai.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

WHY IS EVERYBODY FROM NARCOS SO FUCKING FINE???🗣️🗣️🗣️

[anonymouscheeses]

I just wantdd to share my fic. Its becoming way longer than i orginaky intendded for it to be but thats the work of writing i guess 😭

This is an angsty one, exprct absolute HURT. And then the comfort cz im not a monster 😎

(I LOVE GLASSHEART SMM RAHHH 🫶🫶)

[m333myselfandiii]

Genuinely tweaking tf out because last chapter dropped and I'm so soul-wrenched pulled apart at the seams and unraveling that I don't even have the energy to cry lmaoo. Tbh i never expected to get this attached to a character/s (all of them, really- Shingen, Somi, Shintaro) and it sounds kind of stupid when I write it down here but still.

My heart breaks for all of them; Shingen, who had to live his life burdened by his clan duties. Shintaro, who had to live his life never being the first choice, of always being tethered to the rules. Somi, who, I think (I hope) loved her child, but just a little too late, and for Gun, poor, sweet Gun, who had to see them all die before his eyes.

They weren't good- they were a terrible family by all means (talking about the adults here obv), but somehow I can't bring myself to hate them for it. It's hard to express what I'm really feeling lol but I just hope. I just hope they're all finally at peace, now. Somehow, somewhere.

I hope Shingen and Shintaro get to be the kids that their childhood never allowed them to be, I hope Somi gets to smile more freely, and I hope that Gun can be happy and unburdened by his past. I hope.