#near one shot

[peachsukii]

The first thing Bakugo wants after a life or death fight with a villain is to fuck you.

Bakugo denies all medical attention, ignores his colleagues pleas to calm down as he barrels off the battlefield in a blind fury. He storms through the front door, still covered in freshly spilled blood and practically growling like a wounded animal while his eyes search for you in your shared home.

You rush downstairs at the sound, your eyes widening in shock when you approach him. “Katsuki? What the h—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

His lips are on yours in an instant, shoving you up against the wall in a desperate attempt to get closer to you. Dirtied gloves paw at your clothes, the salty metallic taste of blood and sweat coating your tongue from his split lip as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. It’s as if Bakugo’s body is moving on its own, his mind trapped in a haze of unknown need.

“Need you,” he groans while sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, one of his hands threading into your hair and holding the back of your head. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Kats—”

You try to pull back, to ask him what’s going on, but he keeps cutting you off with harsher kisses and bites to your neck. Bakugo pants against your pulse point, licking the skin as his voice becomes uncharacteristically soft. “Please…”

That’s when you notice the tremble in his touch, how the hand on your waist is squeezing tight enough to leave a bruise. It clicks — this isn’t just about sex and he won’t say it, can’t say it. He needs you. Needs you to distract him, hold him and get the adrenaline out of his body, to not let the fear of almost losing you drown him.

One of your hands tangles in his hair as you kiss down his neck, your teeth sinking into the spot that makes his knees buckle. Bakugo audibly moans, a low and guttural sound that only you know how to pull out of him. You lead him to the couch in the living room, ripping off his hero suit piece by piece to give him exactly what he wants.

“Thank you” are the only two words that roll off his tongue repeatedly like a prayer, spliced between voracious moans as you ride him harder than ever before. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

one piece (live action) + text posts (pt 3)

(1 2)

[weirdteawriting]

Please share your reasoning in the comments! *Evil laughter*

[silkjade]

for even the air itself — thick with the finish of a moon-dusted shimmer — hints at the contours of silk and skin. and as gossamer beams continue to cascade from the sky, he finds himself afflicted with renewed curiosities… after all, he’s always played to his interests; they’ve just now shifted to the flimsy tie of her dress

​“So let me know which stars you prefer: the ones above you, or the ones I make you see.”

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ death note reaction - little things they do for you

includes: established relationship, ooc light idc that he isn't romantic i love him :((

a/n: i've been rewatching death note so i'm thinking of taking reqs for l, light, and near. feel free to send any ideas !! (preferably light x male reader)

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ l - sharing his sweets

(word count 224)

you rub the sleepiness out of your eyes as you stumble out of your hotel bedroom and into the main room. l sits in his usual position on one of the chairs; absentmindedly pulling his bottom lip between his fingers. he pauses slightly when he hears you approach as he continues looking through the various files sprawled across the desk.

“anything new?” you murmur, setting a small, strawberry pastry down beside him.

“nothing yet.” l replies. 

he reaches over to hold the plate up to his lips. he breaks off a small piece before handing it over to you. “thank you,” you softly smile at him. the treat tastes sweet in your mouth. you pick a piece of fresh strawberry from the top as you watch l continue to work. “it’s getting late.”

“i’ll come to bed soon. you don’t have to wait up for me.”

you shake your head. “i’ll stay.”

l startles slightly when your head falls against his shoulder. he stares at you with wide eyes as your eyes flutter closed; your body relaxed against his side. he stiffens beneath your touch as he contemplates what to do.

finally, he reaches over to gently shake you awake. “y/n,” he whispers. you blink up at him through tired eyes as he softly smiles at you. “we can go to bed now.”

⋆｡°✩ light - confiding in you

(word count 227)

a soft sigh leaves your lips as you let yourself collapse onto light’s perfectly-made bed. he watches you from the corner of his eye with a soft smile as he pulls his chair back to sit down at his desk. “tired?” he asks.

“it was a long day,” you hum. 

light walks over to sit beside you on his bed as a comfortable silence falls over the room as you move to sit beside him before light speaks again. 

“somebody approached me today. he claimed that he was l.” you remain silent as his hands ball into fists; his eyebrows furrow in annoyance. “he’s screwed me. if he really is l, i can’t risk writing his name down. but if he isn’t, why would they still be investigating me?”

“light,” you whisper. you reach out to grab his hand, taking it into your own. he remains silent as you intertwine your fingers together in an attempt to soothe him. “think about it. they’re getting more desperate. why would l risk revealing himself to you if they have any reason to suspect you?”

you gently rub your thumb against light’s skin in an attempt to calm him. you watch as his shoulders slowly begin to relax before he nods. “you’re right,” he smiles. he leans in to pull you into a quick peck. “i’m glad i have you.”

⋆｡°✩ near - playing with his hair

(word count 239)

“near?” you whisper as you cautiously approach the boy. he barely reacts as you walk over to sit on the ground beside him; his hand continues absentmindedly stacking and restacking blocks. he twists a stray strand of hair between his fingers. 

“it’s late.” you say. your voice cuts through the previous silence. despite his seeming apathy, you can tell he’s listening by the way his hands momentarily pause their building. “will you come to bed with me?”

near remains silent for a few minutes in response. you carefully reach over to rest a gentle hand against his back before you slowly begin to rub small circles against his skin. 

his deliberation comes to an end when he restacks the blocks. “okay.” you smile softly as he intertwines your fingers together, following after you as you stand up and lead him to a small, designated bedroom. 

near slips underneath the covers first before you join him. he curls his body up beside you, leaning his head against your chest. the soft locks of his hair tickle against your bare skin as he comfortably nuzzles himself into your warmth. 

you bring a hand up to carefully begin to card your fingers through near’s hair; twisting the strands between your fingers much like he does. “i like it when you do that,” he whispers into the darkness. 

you smile, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. “get some rest, near.”

[engagemythrusters]

the obscene amount of chronic pain Luke Skywalker must face...

[justnother-user]

Little Matt at Wammy’s house :)

[no-nic]

never underestimate the joy of crafting a shitty pin 😊🉐

literally the only rin merch i can buy around here is a funko pop, only good for gathering dust on a shelf. obito is slightly less rare (endangered -> vulnerable leap in conservation status). how do i express love for a character without inviting people into my room?

+ bby team 7 & some evil obitos >:3

[notasecrettelepath]

It's pretty much quasi-canon that Evan "Buck" Buckley has a praise kink, but no one wants to ever talk about Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz having a competence kink. You can pry this headcanon out of my dead, cold fucking hands

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon forbidden west | aloy 135/?

[candycryptids]

Some sorta Khorloo character study.... but also I just wanted to get pictures of his first glamours eheheh

The last picture is that specific feeling when you're not doing anything wrong at all, but you see somebody, and you're hit with the sudden anxiety that you shouldn't be there, so you have to hide. If only he knew Krystdraga would Get That Feeling SO WELL. ah well. As it goes. Features Keathan from @dustedbooksandreadingnooks

[gorgiawrite]

Was he tho???

Black Sails wiki is the only place where I find MULDOON listed as a gunner (let alone the ship’s gunner, which is a role like boatswain and master, distinct of the rest of the gun crews).

I have been rewatching the show on repeat for a week now as I outline things. I have never seen that motherfucker anywhere near a gun.

My assumption was that he was the ship’s carpenter : none other seem to hold that role, he is always seen holding an axe, and he literally perishes fixing holes in the hull.

Am I wrong? Did I miss something here?

[read-write-thrive]

I wanted to get a head start on palasaki week and now I’m building out a reverse AU. why do I keep doing this to myself I can’t keep starting new stuff without finishing the old stuff 😭

[tmntism]

Just like that, Leonardo is taking his hands in his and pulling him into a hug, swaying him back and forth where they stand. Michelangelo just cries into his brother’s plastron, because that yucky feeling of wrong not right bad just won’t quit bugging him, and all he wants is for his stupid stupid brain to cork it already. A totally messed up part of him is sorta grateful that it's this his brain got caught up on instead of the infinitely worse junk it normally does, but he pushes that thought out out out like a piece of old, beat up furniture.

[mariocki]

Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte (1964)

"Miriam? He really... isn't here, is he? Just now, I thought I heard... sometimes at night, when I wake up, it seems as if he really is here. Don't turn on the light. It's not real when it's light. It's only real when it's dark - dark and still."

[robo-dino-puppy]

hfw: burning shores | aloy 41/?