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i have horrible arachnophobia and idk if this helps at all but i keep spider insecticide spray in my room for severe emergencies & i’ve also used dish soap spray and pure peppermint oil to kill spiders 😭 having to get close and not miss to kill them is the worst experience on earth so i’ve switched to long distance methods 😭 drowning them with dish soap always works i think dish soap kills pretty much all bugs! stay strong 🫡
like a dish soap spray?? i dont have one but i might have to invest to be so fucking for real. idk if i can do an insecticide spray since we have a dog in the house + also i rlly rlly hate chemicals but i could work w/ dish soap spray…… with ones this big i usually cover a huge book in a bunch of paper towels n drop it on them but i was so shaky i missed TWICE…….. it rlly is the WORST ohh it makes me feel physically ill. it crawled out of my room n i missed it so it scrambled under the radiator so. dont think im getting anywhere tn. closed my door + am hiding in my room rn. will be looking for dish soap sprays you are the realest person here for telling me abt that thank you <3
#i have to think it was the same one. or i will cry#i am smooching u. going to the store tmrw fr u are a lifesaver#arachnophobes unite 🫡 stay strong soldier#thank u for the tips MUAH#anon#spiders //
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bestfriend!bakugou gets caught sneaking over
bestfriend!bakugou x g/n!reader, highschool au, sleepy cuddles, platonic kisses, romantic kisses too, confessions, fluff and feelings, light(?) angst, reader overthinks a lot, hurt/comfort (sfw)
part 2/3 of the bestfriend!bakugou likes to sneak over series
back to part 1 (sfw) 💥 continue reading: part 3 (nsfw)
Saturday, 10:00 AM
bzzt. bzzt. bzzt. bzzt. bzz—
“fuckin’ hell,” katsuki groaned, low and raspy from sleep. blinking an eye open, he tries to lift an arm to turn off the damn fuckin’ alarm on your bedside table, only to realise it was completely numb from where it was trapped resting beneath your head. you stir slightly beside him.
“‘sukiii… s’loud,” you whined, smooshing your face into the crook of katsuki’s neck.
“i know, i know,” katsuki grumbled under his breath. his other free hand gave your waist a little squeeze before he reached behind him to grab his phone, finally shutting the damn thing up. “also, watch it. you’re breathing down my neck. ‘s ticklish.” he cranes his neck away from you slightly.
“sorry… you smell good, ‘s all…” you pouted, eyes fluttering open to look pleadingly at katsuki. he scowls, but you don’t miss the way the tips of his ears redden, or the way his eyes dart to the side momentarily. katsuki’s so cute when he’s flustered, you resist the urge to grin.
“needy brat,” he lets out a huff as he throws his arm back around you, readjusting the both of you until your head was tucked under his chin. you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“‘s your fault for spoiling me, kats.”
“ya complainin’?”
“nope!” you giggle, wiggling yourself upwards until you were face-to-face with katsuki. with an obnoxious “muah!”, you plopped a wet kiss on his cheek, relishing in the flush that spreads across his cheeks. “love you!”
katsuki glares at you, but he doesn’t wipe his cheek. “you’re clearly awake, if you’ve got enough energy to be annoyin’,” he sits up abruptly, breaking free from your grasp.
“nononono,” you cried dramatically, grabbing katsuki’s wrist. “i’m sorry, come back? c’mon, kats, please?”
“no. m’goin’.”
“‘suki—”
“no.”
“katsuki, please?” your grip on his wrist loosens slightly, and you wonder if you’re actually annoying katsuki, being this clingy. “…don’t want you to go yet,” you whisper quietly, gaze falling from piercing vermillion eyes to your bedsheets.
a beat of silence, then two, and you think you’re being so annoying right now, pressing him to stay, when he clearly wants to go—
a hand ruffles your hair. you slowly look up to meet katsuki’s gaze, uncharacteristically soft. it’s your turn to flush now, feeling your cheeks redden.
“five more minutes, ‘kay?” katsuki lays back in bed, gathering you back in his arms. you relax instantly, melting in his warmth.
“‘kay,” you whisper meekly, burying your face in his chest. “thank you. m’sorry.”
katsuki leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.
after five minutes, you’ve already fallen back asleep. katsuki can’t bring himself to wake you, so he continues holding you, and lets five minutes stretch into twenty.
Saturday, 10:34 AM
“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to sleep for that long, i swear!”
“s’fine—”
“it’s not fine! our parents are most definitely awake! we’re screwed, kats!” you wailed loudly.
“y/n, i swear to god, you’re—”
knock, knock.
the both of you freeze, before turning to look at the door.
knock, knock. katsuki facepalms.
you mouth the words “i’m sorry” to katsuki before walking over to the door. your hand slowly reaches to the doorknob when suddenly,
“katsuki? do you want breakfast?” oh god, it’s your mom—
“yeah!” katsuki’s next to you in a heartbeat, opening the door before you could stop him.
he flashes you a toothy smirk, clearly amused by your flabbergasted expression. he turns to look at your mother, grinning. “mornin’. thanks for havin’ me over.”
and that was how your parents found out that katsuki had been sneaking over. that same day, katsuki’s parents found out too.
you: suki
you: u home yet???
you: u live 10mins away
you: it’s been like 30
you: im worried
outgoing call (declined)
you: are ur parents mad???
you: im sorry this is my fault
you: reply me asap pls
katsuki💥: Come over for dinner at 6.
katsuki💥: Ma’s making mapo tofu.
you: ??????????djhfuwoehoijljds
that evening, mitsuki apologised for “all the trouble katsuki has caused” (katsuki let out an indignant “hah???”), and insisted that you could come over anytime you’d like next time. over the course of the month, katsuki’s spare drawer was slowly filled with your things — two sets of your school uniform, your shirts, sweaters (but you still preferred to steal katsuki’s hoodies), pyjamas, shorts, socks, undies, you name it. likewise, back home, your closet space was now shared with katsuki. the two of you had practically moved into each other’s homes.
one sunday morning, after having spent the night at katsuki’s, you woke up to an empty space in the bed. somehow, katsuki managed to slip out of your usual embrace without you stirring. to be fair, you’d slept in later than usual — it was almost 12pm. you must’ve missed breakfast. sighing, you dragged yourself out of katsuki’s bed.
after washing up, you overheard mitsuki’s voice, coming from the kitchen.
“what exactly are ya waiting around for, katsuki? you’re being ridiculous! man up!”
“shut up, you old hag!”
“you shut up! it’s a miracle that someone as sweet as y/n can put up with your shit attitude!”
“you—”
“what’re ya gonna do when someone comes along and gets together with y/n, hah?” huh?
“fuck that, i’d never let those extras—”
“those ‘extras’ have more balls than you, you coward!”
“who the fuck are you calling a coward, you—”
“y/n,” you hear masaru say quietly (everything is quiet in comparison to the other two bakugous). “lunch is almost ready.”
katsuki whips around. you watch his eyes widen as he meets your gaze, and wonder who’s the deer caught in headlights, you or him—
katsuki didn’t speak to you during lunch (you didn’t know what to say to him either). he finished his plate in record time, got up to wash his dishes, before going back to his room (he’d usually wait for you to finish up before doing your dishes for you).
“don’t worry about the dishes, dear,” mitsuki said right as you put your dishes in the sink.
“no, it’s okay, i’ll—”
mitsuki nods towards katsuki’s room. “you leave the dishes to me, i leave my stupid son to you. deal?”
you thanked her quietly before making your way to his room. to your surprise, katsuki had left the door open.
katsuki sat on his bed, back leaning against the wall, looking down intently at his phone. the lack of acknowledgement made your nerves rattle. did you misunderstand the conversation you had accidentally overheard? did you have the wrong idea about things? staring at katsuki, looking so indifferent and cold, you couldn’t help but feel that way. you felt a pang in your chest.
standing in his doorway, faced with this overwhelming feeling of rejection, you slowly came to terms with your own feelings towards katsuki. you hadn’t even realised till now — how much you liked, loved your best friend. maybe, deep down, a small part of you had been hopeful that katsuki had reciprocated your feelings. the cuddling, the occasional kisses goodnight and good morning… were you mistaken about it all?
suddenly, katsuki’s eyes snapped to yours. you felt yourself shrinking under his piercing gaze.
“ya gonna come sit or what?” he frowned at you.
“r- right. my bad.” you stepped into the room warily, closing the door behind you.
as you sat next to him on the bed, your shoulder bumped into his, and you flinched immediately from the contact. “s- sorry, i—“
“the fuck’s wrong with you?”
you lost it.
you felt a sting in your eyes as they brimmed with tears.
“y/n?”
you tilted your head downwards, squeezing your eyes shut. bad move, your tears were spilling now, plopping onto katsuki’s sheets.
“y/n?” katsuki repeated.
“i- i’m sorry, i—” your voice broke off embarrassingly, you lowered your head even more. you hated this.
“ya cryin’?” katsuki asked, sounding bewildered. “why? what’s wrong?”
you brought your knees to your chest, curling into yourself as you cried even harder. you cover your mouth with your hands to try and stifle your sobs.
“y/n,” katsuki spoke again, voice shaky. fuck, you made him upset. you felt two hands on your shoulders. “you’re making me worried. c’mon, talk to me? please?”
you shook your head, hiding your face in your hands.
“fuck, if… if it’s cuz of somethin’ i did, i’m sorry, alright? i’ll make it up to you, ‘kay, sweets? just, please, stop cryin’ for me?” katsuki pleaded. “please, tell me what’s wrong—”
“everything’s wrong!” you cried, choking on your own sobs. “i love you, and you hate me. you’re going to lea—”
kstsuki pulled you into his lap, one arm dropping to hold your waist while his other hand cradled the back of your head.
“never say that again.”
katsuki pulled you closer, letting you cry into his chest. he kissed your forehead. you must be imagining things—
“i love you,” katsuki whispers, lips still pressed against your forehead. “love ya so much. you’re my whole world. please, stop cryin’, it’s killin’ me.” katsuki’s voice breaks.
you tear your face away from his chest, and your heart aches at the sight of katsuki, whose eyes are filled with vulnerability and sadness.
“i’m sorry,” you blurted, tears continue to streak down your face. “you ignored me at lunch and you didn’t look at me at all and i just thought—” katsuki leans over to press his forehead against yours.
“i’m sorry,” katsuki whispers. he cups your cheeks in his hands and gingerly wipes your tears with his thumbs. “i was bein’ a coward. i won’t run away from my feelings anymore. promise.”
katsuki continued to hold you until your breathing evened out. even after you’ve stopped crying, katsuki can’t bring himself to let go of you just yet, so he continues holding you, and you let him pepper as many kisses as he wants, all over your face.
“be my boyfriend, katsuki,” you murmured softly.
“i’ll be your damn husband,” katsuki says.
he kisses you on the lips this time. when your lips part, katsuki can’t bring himself to stop kissing you just yet, so he continues kissing you.
of course, you let him.
is this angst? i wasn't planning to write angst, it kind of just happened? is it even angst???? well i hope this was enjoyable to read anyway!!! it's 3am i'm gonna eep now
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tags: @anicaaa67 <3
#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bnha bakugou#mha bakugou#bnha bakugo katsuki#bakugou fluff#bakugou angst#bnha fluff#bnha angst#soft bakugou#bakugou imagine#bnha imagines#bnha x reader#bakugou headcanons#bnha headcanons
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Hello hello so I just wanted to say I love love love ur ocs all of them equally (my fav is lucas) BUT I JUST FOUND OUT AB THEM?!?!?!like I was emtyping my following list n found u n started wondering y I even follow n then proceeded to read every content u have on my bbg lucks but know I'm finished n it feels like I've lost my purpose🏌♀️ SO ALL THIS PARAGRAPH IS MOSTLY ME PRAISING U 4 BEING A GENIUS FISHDIBDUEE ILY 😍⁉️
Anyway would u pls pls pls pls plspls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls bestow me w the knowledge w how ur ocs will react to a partner who loves to do their hair 🏌♀️ and if u can also how will they react to a partner who loves their hair getting done by them?👨🦱
Yea that's all ab it n ILY pls don't evaporate n become one w the clouds n then become rain/snow (TAKE CARE OF USELF MUAH)
I love you too, anon, I want you to know that (don't worry, Lucas is my favorite too HAHA) Also, I'm glad you were able to realize why you were following me and didn't just unfollow, thank you,,, 🥺🥺 AND THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS AAAAA
YES, OFC!! CALL ME XIA'NEFASUS CUZ I'M GONNA BESTOW THAT KNOWLEDGE UPON YOU RN, MY FRIEND-
How they react to a partner doing THEIR hair:
Lucas: A little mischievous about it! Wonders if they think he's getting too old to do his own hair. Regardless, he'd let them do it and thank them afterwards by making sweets ^^
Njero: His hair is messy and unruly, not even hours of brushing can help it stay in one place. Honestly, he'd just wish them luck if they wanted to do his hair 😩
Leumin: ECSTATIC- he loves having his partner's hands in his hair, scratching and rubbing his scalp, playing with the colored strands. He'll more than likely ask his partner to do his hair for him when he's in a particularly needy mood (which is about 80% of the time for this loser)
Flores: My God, good luck. Flo's hair is Rapunzel levels of long, and just as thick. Luckily, his hair doesn't tangle easily, but it does take... Hours... To brush it all. It gets even heavier when he has to wash it. He usually does it alone, though his children do offer to help! If his partner wanted to help as well, he'd be more than delighted ^^
Mikka: His hair is also pretty long, and it does get easily tangled, so he'd need help getting it untangled! He's grateful for any help that keeps him from just cutting his hair out of frustration. Funnily enough, it's very silky.
Vivian: Another long-haired man in need of some assistance! His hair isn't nearly as long as Flo's, but it's long enough to cause problems if it isn't taken care of properly. Like Leu, he'll be ecstatic and purring if his partner wanted to do his hair for him! He'll have to lower himself down into a pool of his own tail so they can reach his head, though.
Lucas: He has absolutely no knowledge of haircare that doesn't apply to his own, so he'd have to study up a bit on his partner's hair type and other haircare tips so he can do a good job for them. Lucas doesn't half-ass anything, babey!
How they react to doing their PARTNER'S hair:
Njero: Like Luc, Njero isn't about half-assing anything. He's going to do his research before offering to help his partner with their hair. Funnily enough, he would really enjoy it. The meticulousness of it and being able to use his hands for something not related to magic (sure, he could just use magic and do their hair quickly, but he'd rather sit with his partner through the whole process)
Leumin: A haircare extraordinaire! You need conditioner, coloring, high quality shampoo? Leu's got you covered. His hair is very thick and messy, but he has a lot of brushes and combs to help out with that, which he wouldn't mind lending to his partner! I think he really would enjoy brushing or combing out his partner's hair 😌
Flores: Like Leu, he's a haircare extraordinaire, since he's so used to doing his own and taking care of it. He also has a lot of haircare products (in the human world, and the fairy world). He could also just use magic to do his partner's hair, and he would if that's what they prefer! He'd like to wash their hair and massage their scalp for them, though 💚
Mikka: He doesn't really keep that many haircare products, just the necessities to maintain his hair. But if his partner expressed the desire to have him do their hair, he'd go out and buy whatever they needed immediately. Even if their hair is long or a hassle to deal with, Mikka won't mind! He's got tentacles, he can multitask 😌
Vivian: He'd fall deeper in love with them, honestly. "You want... Me to do your hair..? Of course, dearest!!" Vivi sees it as some sort of bonding ritual, and an act of trust. If they trust him enough to be vulnerable around him, then he'll return the favor by doing his best to take care of their beautiful hair! If they wanted, he'd even give them little braids, like the ones he has ^^
WHEW, THAT'S ALL OF EM. Again, thank you so much for this ask, anon (and for the lovely compliments) 😭 I'm trying not to evaporate ✌ I'll keep trying, bless you
#long ask#i love it#lucas clair#njero iclawyn#leumin holiday#LBA Flores#mikka lapan#vivian tang#male oc#male yandere#yandere#yandere octopus#yandere snake#my oc's
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Ouuhhh, do you happen to have tips for how to make comics or share your experience and how you managed to get things done, please? I love the way you draw, especially amazing knowing it's a speedy process for you. (You don't have to answer here if you'd rather keep things UT related. I've followed your blogs for years and I have never achieved much or anything. 😔)
UMMM. okay first of all, like, thank you whoever u are! it’s always amazing to me to find that people from long ago are still on this site, even after everything. it’s lovely to have u here muah!
second of all. lmao, I should expand on what I said before: what’s quick and easy for me are these low-effort, imperfect lil doodle comics on this blog. the actual, polished comic-making process is excessively tedious and long for me ANJDNIS. ive been working on the same D&D comic for over two years now, and im only just beginning to finish it. even that is taking, like,,,, all of my willpower lmao. can’t begin to imagine how some people do this for a living, bowing down to them rn fr.
so! im far from an expert, and im still learning a ton. so idk what kind of advice to give other than like. the first comic u will make, putting ur all into it, ur gonna absolutely hate every bit of it, even after u finish it. and that’s actually such a normal thing to experience. it means that ur artistic brain is developing and protesting against its past skills. don’t ever go back and rework anything, either - if you constantly redraw your comic, you’re never gonna finish it. just keep in mind what u want to improve on, and try to accomplish that moving into your next project. better done than perfect muah.
that’s just my general tip, from where im standing at rn. if u wanna learn about anything more specific, lemme know! I’ll do my best to share my experience or process <33
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hELLO BEAUTIFUL. 😩🫦 grrr
⛓️ is your f/o a sadist, masochist, or both? how extreme do they tend to get with it? 💌 would your f/o stalk you? what would be the gut dropping signs that you're being stalked? how would your special freak let you know? OR, would you stalk your f/o and how would they find out? (MAKE A STALKER AU, BIRBY!!!) 📌 do you have disturbing headcanons for your f/o? or any headcanons at all for them?
pls go off i love you mwahmwahmwhahmwahmmawmhmhammwhahwewmf,ar,areasafsadasfgashdsa;Famfklaefare436t3sda--
ANGIIIIIIII MUAH MUAH ILY <333♥️♥️♥️♥️💜💙💙❤️
Okay ooookay :3 I’ll answer for Eddie and my S/I Calypso
⛓️ is your f/o a sadist, masochist, or both? how extreme do they tend to get with it?
Eddie is a sadist through and through, it says on his patient profile too! he loves watching the people he loves suffer. It’s seen as utter devotion to him. I headcanon as he tries to “stay normal” the sadistic urges get pretty obscene and more lethal. So the tip is to microdose suffering and let him watch.
💌 would your f/o stalk you? what would be the gut dropping signs that you're being stalked? how would your special freak let you know? OR, would you stalk your f/o and how would they find out? (I WILL THANK UUUUU)
Yes! Eddie Gluskin and subtlety?? Doesn’t go together AT ALL. The signs are there right in your face. Your homes been broken into, there’s baked goods on your counters, a beautiful hand-made dress that fits you better than any store/bought dress could even dream to. Lacy little wrist bands that could only fit so good if it was measured. And they were, while you were sleeping. The signs of obsession are all there. Immediately.
📌 do you have disturbing headcanons for your f/o? or any headcanons at all for them?
No really disturbing ones, has a bit of an issue with self mutilation when he’s nervous.
I also think he loves to hum while working, while cleaning, while dancing. He’s humming away. <3 he’s a little music box ^-^
Loves to bake. Is meticulous and clean about his work his “surgeries” don’t count as work
Thanks Angi!! Hope u reblog so I can ask you questions <333
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(diff anon whoops) aw i’m sorry that’s happening, i hope you’re feeling better. i don’t think it works on mobile either but you can use tumblr like desktop if u just use tumblr through a browser. i use the google chrome app but i imagine it works on most others as well. obv that’s a bit of effort as well, just if you wanted another option is all <3 i hope your day/night gets better! get some water and make sure you’ve eaten muah
wahhh yeah i'm doing good, i get over things quickly i was just kind of in a bad mood at the time LMAO. that's definitely one option, thanks for the tip i definitely appreciate it 💕💕💕 hope you have a wonderful day as well anon 😘
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b-baby is it too much to ask for comfort hc of any character you choose?
I pulled an oopsy and severely pulled or tore my hamstring and I can't really walk rn. I just love your hcs a lot okay. Muah love you sweets!
Don't be like me-
hi angel, dearest!! omg baby im so sorry to hear that, and i hope you’re feeling better!! really, extra take care baby and love u fr <333
here’s some comfort headcanons for you, my love! hopefully you’ll like them or that they’ll be of a bit of help hhhh and thank you for liking my hcs omg ;A;
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choso:
– he is quiet, worried, but he is scared that if he prods, it’ll just bring you more sadness and heartache so he just relays his affections in his clumsy way
– he starts off gentle. testing the waters. he’ll sit close to you, but not too close that it’ll make you feel caged and trapped, or that he’ll get in the way of your propped-up leg. but he’ll sit close, then, gently, he’ll take your hand in his and play with your fingers.
it is a distraction for him as much as it is for you.
he’ll run the pads of his fingers across your hand, as if memorizing each line and each crease, almost in awe at the webbing of your skin. and when it’s gone too ticklish, with his lips stretched in a small smile at the sounds of your breathy giggles, he’ll bring your hand up to press soft kisses; from the tips of your fingers to the back of your palm, choso kisses them all.
“you’re okay,” he’ll whisper, lips ghosting your skin. “you’re okay.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
geto:
– he feels protective, his heart pumping this visceral desire to keep you close. but he banishes these thoughts as he chastises himself about how ridiculous he’s being.
— he always wants to be close to you: he’ll run his fingers through your hair, massaging at your scalp until you are putty and melting because of his touch. he’ll cup your cheeks slowly, pulling you to him (or, in this case, he’ll push himself to you) so that he can kiss your forehead. he’ll slide to the other end of the sofa so he can prop your legs on his lap.
– he presses soft touches on your bruised leg, a frown marring his beautiful face. “i won’t let this happen to you again, my love,” suguru will say.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
gojo:
– just. imagine him kneeling down to kiss your leg :((
like, he saw how you wobbled when you walked, your lips jutted out in a pout, your eyes red from unshed tears as you struggled, and he didn't know how to start helping you so he just. prayed to the gods and kissed your legs as good luck.
– he will overcook. also, he will burn the porridge and yet he will be able to make more complex recipes.
– spoils you with his money.
“satoru, i’m injured, not pregnant.”
“exactly! you’re injured that’s why you need all these!”
“…satoru, a king-sized bed wouldn’t fit inside my room.”
“oh? okay, then. we’ll just look for a new place for you so that the bed will fit! i mean you can move in with me already, but whatever, i guess :(”
“toru, no.”
“toru, yes!”
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#suns.rq#suguruwrx#tay#ask#geto suguru#gojo satoru#choso#geto suguru x reader#gojo satoru x reader#choso x reader#jjk x reader fluff#jjk fluff#suns.hc#i hope these were okay ;v;#these are sleep-induced headcanons so jm sorry if theyre unreasonable hdjwjdje#suns
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How about when your working as a hotel concierge and one of the famous pro heroes (can be anyone u like, maybe Bakugou? 😉) comes in for a relaxin vacation from doing so many hero work. He doesn’t know us, but he will. 🥴
you are a genius, muah!
thank you anon for inspiring this piece.
Room Service! - Bakugo Katsuki
warnings: smut! (minors gtfo), oral (male receiving & female receiving), mentions of cum, size kink, mirror sex (cause it slaps), just a raunchy hook up between two consenting adults (so pro hero katsukiii)
Tonight was making your job really fucking annoying. You sat at your desk answering phone calls about which pro hero would be staying at your hotel (the only bane of your existence).
Of course you can’t disclose that information because of privacy but you didn’t even know that yourself. You sigh as you hang up the phone on yet another greedy fangirl trying to get closer to whomever would be staying here.
You start to wonder who it might be; that 7 foot tall red head or maybe the sexy blonde who could make you blow whenever he wanted.
It was no secret you’d been a fan of Mr. Dynamight since his earlier days of hero work; your coworkers often caught you doodling your name and his last name on a piece of paper like a high school girl with a monster crush. Your mind wandered, thinking of what you’d do-what you’d say if Dynamight walked into your lobby right-
“Yo. I’ve got a reservation under Katsuki Bakugo.” A raspy voice rang in your ears to snap you out of your daydream, making you jump in surprise. Holy shit, it’s him! Fuck. Stay calm.
“Oh! U-uh.. Welcome Mr. Dynamigh- I mean Bakugo.” You stutter, palms clammy and shaking as you look his name up in the computer.
“You new or somethin’?” Bakugo asked, red eyes peering over the counter and straight down at your body.
Even though this isn’t his first time staying here for vacations he’s never seen a hot little thing like you working the desk. All dressed up in an orange button up blouse and a black pencil skirt he could just lift up and have his way with you in. Damn you look good in orange.
You notice his gaze and turn your attention back to the computer, internally screaming as you realize Katsuki Bakugo is fucking staring at you.
“No. Actually this is my third month here. I usually work mornings but we’re unfortunately incredibly shortstaffed tonight so.. here I am.” You nervously laugh, spelling his name wrong about fifty times out of anxiousness before finally finding his name and room number.
“Room 202, sir. Would you like for me to escort you?” You question, standing from your seat and stretching your limbs since you’ve been sitting in that damned chair all night.
Bakugo drank the shape of your body in, following your curves with his eyes and licking his lips enough for you to see.
“Nah, I got it. You just sit your pretty ass down. I might call you for somethin’ later.” Katsuki says with a wink, hauling his luggage in those big strong arms of his off to the elevator, fuck.
Is he being hot on purpose?
You’re left at your desk hot and bothered. You couldn’t help it but your mind was just filled with all the filthy things you’d do to Katsuki. Thank god no one else came through the lobby for most of the night because with the way you felt right now, how could a girl focus on anything?
Almost an hour goes by quickly, your daydreams and fantasies haulting when you hear the phone ring. Sigh. You reluctantly pick it up, rolling your eyes as you brace to hear yet another fan girl’s screaming.
“Hello, This is Y/N. How can I help you?” You say monotonously, looking down at your nails.
“Hey, sexy desk lady. This you?” The same raspy voice that ached your pussy sang to you.
“Th-this is she.” You gasp, so entranced that you actually answered to the nickname.
“What’s on the menu? I hope all meals include sexy concierges.” He says, his smirk audible. “‘M hungry.”
“Oh. Well we do have a steak dinner I could bring up to you. How does that sound?” You stutter, hardly able to seem professional with his blatant flirting.
“Perfect. Oh and tell your boss or whoever the fuck you answer to that your shift is over. I want you in my room.” Katsuki declared, confidence dripping over every word.
“B-But sir, I can’t just-“ You try to speak, interrupted.
“Customer’s always right.” He teased before hanging up, making sure you got the point.
You take in a breathe, taken aback by how swiftly he can turn you on just by speaking to you. You stand from your chair, almost falling back down from the shakiness of your legs. Fuck it if Bakugo wanted you so badly, here you come. Stumbling into the kitchen you put in Bakugo’s order and tell your manager that the Pro-Hero wants you to deliver his food and keep him company.
“Shit! Hopefully he leaves a good tip. He’s gonna put in such a good rating for us and....” She rambled, the rest of her quarrel falling on deaf ears. You were too busy creaming in your panties at the thought of Bakugo grabbing you by the fucking hair and just-
“Order up!” The chef yells snapping you out of your mindless filth. He’s wheeling over the room service cart for you to take upstairs and shouting something about giving it to him hot.
“Smile, Y/N. Make a good first impression.” Your manager said, leading you to the elevator with one hand on your back.
The ride up felt like the longest elevator ride in history. The walk down the hallway seemed even longer as you look for his room.
200...201....202.
You stand at his door, heart threatning to leap out of your chest as you knock softly.
“Who is it?” Katsuki shouted through the door and some loud rock music.
“Room Service!” You manage, hoping you hid your nervousness well. You hear the music die down and the lock of the door click unlocked.
As the door swung open your eyes beheld the image of Bakugo’s toned and muscular torso without a shirt. His sweatpants hung lazily on his hips, the waistband of his boxers showing proudly. As your eyes unknowingly travel further down you get an eyeful of what he’s packing. And baby it is heat.
His dick-print was so prominent it was almost astounding . Is this him soft? You quickly look back upwards at the tall God in front of you and look at his handsome face. Gruff and just manly looking. His hair was tossed all over his head, eyes low and intense as he smirked at you. How on earth can one man be this attractive?
“Ah. Right on time. Get yer ass in here.” Bakugo rasped, groaning at the sight of you. You push yourself and the cart inside, swallowing the lump in your throat. Bakugo walks in front of you and puts out the joint he smoked just fresh out of the shower.
The employee in you told you to scold him for smoking in the building. But for now, hell, let him do whatever he wants. You push the cart into the small living area of his suite, Bakugo sitting on the loveseat in front of you.
“Damn. You look good behind that cart, ya know that?” He says, looking you up and down with those plush lips between his teeth.
You feel your body get hot, not a single thought behind your eyes.
“I-I u-uhm.” You choke. Katsuki stands from the couch and walks towards you like a lion who had just cornered a gazelle. His hands pull you towards him, face so close to yours he could kiss you if he wanted.
“Speak up, sexy. It’s no fun if you don’t talk back. Don’t tell me you’re nervous.” He purred, leaning into your neck and leaving a chaste kiss.
Your eyes flutter, moaning softly as his kisses become deeper. The trail he left led all the way up to your ear, gasping as he nibbles lightly on your earlobe.
“I-I’m sorry. I am a little ner- ah- vous.” You mewl, feeling like you might drop to the floor as his hands snuck down from your waist and onto your ass.
“Mhm. Just relax. I don’t bite. Well, from the looks of it you like a little biting don’t you?” He teased, letting his hands do more talking for him.
His hands knead and caress your body as he leaned down to kiss you. It was the hottest kiss you’ve ever experienced; his big hands exploring your body while nibbling your bottom lip as he pulled away for air only to dive right back into your mouth. He picked you up and led you to the loveseat; hands planted what seemed like permanently into your ass as he sat you on his lap.
He starts undoing the buttons of your shirt, eventually getting annoyed with the stupid blouse and just ripping it open. You gasp as all the buttons pop and fall on the floor, your bra on full display for Katsuki as he hissed.
“Fuck. ‘So sexy.” He huffs, pulling your tits out of your bra and taking one into his mouth. You’re turning into jelly in his hands, mindlessly grinding your aching pussy against his groin and moaning into the room.
“Shit. You’re an eager one, aren’t you?” Katsuki rasped, pressing a thumb onto your covered clit for you to grind on. Your breathing hitched, knowing he can feel how wet you are through your panties as he took your nipple back into his mouth. Suddenly he stops, causing you to whine from the loss if his mouth.
“Wait, baby. I wanna see what that pretty mouth can do.” Katsuki lulled, pressing his fingers in your mouth while you happily suck on them. You climb off his lap and situate yourself on your knees in front of him, pulling his sweats and boxers down without a second thought.
Fuck was he big. He had girth and length with these sickeningly prominent veins, his pretty dick already deliciously leaking pre-cum. You try not to moan at the upward curve in it, imagining all the spots he can hit with it in just the right angle. And it was heavy too, the spring of his dick leaving his briefs causing it to smack right on his abs. You look up at Bakugo’s eyes who haven’t left you since you got on your knees.
“Go on, sexy. Show me what you got.” He coos, sighing as you take him into your wet mouth.
You tease him a little, swiping your tongue over the head to lick up some of that pre cum. You’re staring at him with hazy eyes, sticking your tongue out and sliding your mouth down until you’re taking him into your throat. Gagging and drooling you bob your head, slurping a bit as he grabbed your hair.
“S-Shiit, baby.” He moans, your drool dripping all over the place as he fucked your mouth with a fist full of your hair. As he’s pulling you up and down on his cock you hollow your cheeks in time with his movements, tears streaming down your face and smudging your mascara.
“You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth. Fuck.” He hissed, letting go of your hair to let you get up and breathe. You take his cock out of your mouth with a *pop* and stroke him, all your slobber being the perfect lube as you pump and twist up and down with your hand.
Bakugo leans into the loveseat, his head hanging back into the chair as he cussed. You were making him feel so good, shit you were pretty close to making him cum.
“Want me inside you, baby?” He managed, your mouth and hands taking his breath away. You pull away from his dick again, blinking away your tears.
“Uh-huh.” You nod, the fastest thing you could say. Before you know it you’re scooped up and flung onto the bed, your skirt and panties discarded somewhere.
You don’t even ask him to return the favor. To be honest you didn’t need him to. But the way his tongue flicked your clit around was enough to intoxicate anyone. You can’t help the loud moans you let out, legs trembling as he stuck his tongue inside you. He teased your folds with his tongue, sloppily making out with your pussy until you’re completely blank-headed.
“Look at me, baby.” He hummed, immediately wrapping his lips around your clit.
Your eyes roll back, trying hard to look at his face as he devoured you. His fierce eyes caught your hazy gaze, a fucked out expression written all over your face as he quite literally sucked your orgasm out of you. Katsuki’s lips left your pussy, his chin glistening in your slick with a shit eating grin on his face. Maybe he should stay here more often.
“Heh. First time in my life a woman’s left me speechless.” He says sitting up, his dick standing at attention right above your cunt. The bastard starts tapping his cock on your already sensitive clit with a devilish smirk, biting his lip at your reaction.
Every tap made your eyes cross, your puffy clit throbbing at the sensation. Your whines become desperate, causing Katsuki to crave the satisfaction of your begging. With a raised eyebrow he pushed himself only half way inside you, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat.
“You want it? Hm? I’m talkin’ to you.” Katsuki teased, raising your face to look at him by your chin.
God you looked so sexy like this; legs spread, thighs quivering from all the pleasure, a tantalizingly dumb look on your face.
“Y-yes.. Katsuki p-please.” You plead, mewling when he starts moving but way too slow for your liking.
“All of it, yeah?” He further questioned, really enjoying teasing you. The look on your face as he plunged deeper inside you just enough to stretch you was priceless, a little shriek escaping you.
“Yess, god yes.” You bellow, desperate for your itch to finally be scratched. With a dark chuckle Katsuki slams all of his length inside your gummy walls, your head thrown back into the pillows at the brute force. And that dull stretch felt so good, as if Katsuki’s dick was made to fuck you.
“So biig- ngh!” You struggle to say, covering your mouth as you notice you’re screaming for him. Bakugo takes your hand off your mouth and pinned it above your head, smirking down at the dazed face before him.
“I know, baby. So good for me. So fuckin’ tight.” Bakugo rambles, rutting his hips into yours as he lifts your thighs up and throws them over his broad shoulders.
The new position sent shockwaves through your whole body, your cries so audible you swore you heard them echo in his room. His pace was slow but deliberate, that fucking curve hitting that spot over and over again.
“Oh my god! Oh my godd!” You chant, your wet walls clenching down onto his cock threatening to cum all over him.
“Thats it, cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” Bakugo urged, taking one hand and rubbing insane circles into your throbbing clit his thrusts becoming more brutal as you feel him hit your cervix in the most pleasurable way.
You say something about cumming for him or something, the sentence scrambled as you boil over. Your face was too sinful for words to explain, tongue hanging out as you pant and fat tears bubbling in your eyes.
“I’m not finished. Turn around.” Katsuki demands, smacking your thigh to get you to muster whatever strength you have left to turn around.
Next thing you know you’re bent over, Bakugo plunging back inside as if he had already missed the feeling of your sweet walls. His dick was made for this position, the upward curve hitting that sweet spot perfectly.
“God, look at you..” Bakugo says, his gaze meeting the full length mirror in front of his bed. “So fucking sexy.” He muttered, pulling you by your hair to make you behold what he was looking at.
Your eyes meet the glass reflection of you being absolutely railed senselessly by a man you’d desired since you were a teenager. And it all felt so good. You watch his movements, every flex of his muscles, every heave of his chest as he panted. He was so gorgeous. Even when he was pounding your poor pussy into submission; all sweaty and sticky he was really something to marvel at.
“Fuuck you’re gonna make me cum. That’s it baby, just like that.” Bakugo moans, grabbing a fist full of your hair and smacking your ass all while locking eyes with the mirror and back down again to where you both connect.
You’re so fucked out you can hardly speak, chanting filthy words to coax him into cumming while throwing your ass back on him in time with his thrusts. He’s cussing up a storm, his pace speeding up as he hummed nasty words back at you.
“Want me to cum, baby? Yeah? Shiit, you’re pussy’s so fucking good.” He groans, snapping his hips into you and biting a little into your shoulder. Soon you’re cumming for him again; you don’t know how or when but a mixture of his disgusting words and that big fat cock sliding in and out of you just pushed you over the edge yet again.
“Fuck.” Bakugo hissed, pulling out of your gummy walls to cum all over your ass. He’s pumping himself for a while, staring down at your glazed ass and moaning at the sight.
Bakugo nearly shoves himself back inside you when he sees you reach back and swipe some onto your finger and taste his cum.
“Shit.” You both gasp, panting and sharing the same high as Bakugo jumps up to get a towel. You lay limp and damn near lifeless on the bed as he wipes your ass off, smacking it once it was clean.
“That was the best fucking room service I’ve ever ordered.”
#bnha smut#bnha x reader#bnha bakugo x reader#bnha fanfiction#bnha imagines#segsmail 🌈#anon you da best#queue made me do it 🥴
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Hi!
i was wondering if u could write a fic with sub remus x dom fem reader where remus is in a skirt or something? its fine if u don't want to.
much love!
Skirts and eyeliners
Remus in a skirt has my blood pressure going📈
Thank you for the idea love!
Warning: 18+
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Remus wasn‘t one to just cower away and try to fit in a crowd. He really didn‘t care what others thought, having survived much more painful things just hardened him over time. So here he was, batting his eyeliner painted eyes and prancing around in a skirt. Remus really knew how to push your buttons.
You checked him out from head to toe as he approached the table and raised your brow at his knowing smirk. He really did look amazing, with his long legs on display, proudly showing his scars. Doc martens made heavy sounds as he sauntered over and plopped down next to you.
„Hey Missy“ he grinned and let out a chuckle when you gave him a strict look.
„Missy?“
„Sorry, sorry. Good morning, ma‘am.“
You just rolled your eyes and tapped you lips, making him grin and press a kiss on your mouth.
He pulled away with a „Muah“ and you laughed softly, kissing his cheek.
„I take it you like my skirt?“
„Fuck yes, makes my ass look so nice. No wonder why you‘re wearing it all the time.“
You smiled, pleased that he enjoyed wearing it just as much as you enjoyed seeing him wear it.
„Sirius is so jealous“ he kept talking „keeps saying that he wants one as well.“
You shrugged and made a thoughtful sound. „I‘ll give him one.“
Remus glared at you sharply. „No!“
You jumped at the volume on his tone, furrowing your brows. „Excuse me, Remus?“ This time you made sure to squeeze his chin tight and hold his eyes. „What was that?“
He lowered his eyes when he heard the unmistakable edge in your voice, which indicated that he had to threat very carefully now.
„I just“ he let out a frustrated huff „I don‘t want you to share your stuff with him.“
Your hand squeezed harder and you bit back a fond smile at his jealousy. „So you thought telling me no is better? Tsk, you know how much I hate that word.“
„I know, I‘m sorry“ he said, still not looking up at you.
„And why do I hate it, Remus?“
He gulped, looking up at you when you jerked his chin a little. „‘Couse it makes me sound like a brat and you hate brats.“
„Precisely. Let‘s make sure you don‘t forget, hm?“
He glanced around nervously in the empty classroom, craning his neck to look out the door into the hallway.
„Right here?“ he asked, biting his lip.
You stroked his cheek gently, fingernails scraping his stubble. „Is there a problem with that?“
He quickly shook his head and knelt on the ground, pushing your skirt up as he let out a rushed, „No, mistress.“
„Good boy. Prepare me and I‘ll fuck your cock“ you drawled sweetly, pushing his head down.
He put two fingers in his mouth, coating them with his spit and rubbed them on your cunt. You put your legs on the table behind him, spreading yourself wide.
„Inside, now.“
Remus pushed his fingers in, his head resting on your inner thigh as he watched your hole clench around him, your clit swollen and begging for his touch. But he waited, whining quietly as he blinked up at you.
„Suck my clit, boy.“
You let out a hum when you felt him suck you softly, three fingers moving inside of you in lazy thrusts. You tugged his head back when you he started to get more aggressive.
Stroking his hair you kept your voice soft. „Tell me what you want, Remus.“
His eyes shuddered closed when he felt your nails on his scalp, pushing into your grip much like a cat. You smiled at the thought, werewolf turned to purring kitten.
„Want you to fuck my cock with your pretty cunt, ma‘am.“ Remus turned his head to kiss your wrist, a lewd smile on his pink lips. His eyes seemed brighter due to the pitch black liner around them.
You couldn‘t resist, not him, and leaned down to kiss him hard, eagerly swallowing his gasps and moans as he pressed himself to your body. Everytime you pulled back he would follow, like a magnet, drawn to the taste of your lips.
„Please“ he murmured „please fuck me, mistress.“
You pulled him up with you and positioned him on the table, his back flush against the hard surface. You stroked his thighs with your soft palms, watching him arch his back when you finally pushed his skirt up, exposing lacey underwear.
„Only for you“ he gasped when you trailed your fingertips over the head of his leaking cock.
„Look at my pretty boy“ you cooed „Always so prepared for his mistress, hm?“
You watched him breathe deeply, eyes closed in bliss. You couldn‘t take it anymore, leaning down to lick up the little pool of precum and Remus jerked violently, not expecting your mouth.
„Oh“ he gasped, forcing himself to lay still as you wrapped you lips around the tip, suckling softly. „Oh, mistress“ he groaned.
You pulled away with a pop and crawled over the impatient boys lap. Both of you moaned and you slowly took him in, a high pitched sound escaping you when you felt every ridge and bumb of his cock inside of you. Remus stretched his arms over his head, baring his throat to you and you just moaned at the sight, panting hard when you rode him fast.
God, the way he laid there and let you do anything to him without a single complain made you want to make him cum so hard he‘d forget his name. Remus was laying there so openly and vulnerable, a position no teenage boy in his right mind would initiate. But Remus relished in it, having no qualms about gifting his all to you.
„Touch me“ you cried out when you felt a familiar hot sensation in your belly „touch me Remus“
Remus instantly wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you down to pound up inside of your cunt. The pace was fast as you pushed against each other like horny teenagers who had just found out about orgasm.
„Gonna cum“ Remus whined and kissed you „Please!“
„Cum“ you cried out, grinding down harshly and the sensation of your clit ribbing against his pubic bone made you cum hard. Remus pulled you tighter to his body and he spilled himself inside of your greedy hole, whining and writhing beneath you the entire time.
Laying there you made out some more, licking and sighing into each others mouth wetly.
„See what that fucking skirt does to me?“ you breathed, biting his lip in warning when Remus laughed.
„Now you know how I feel, ma‘am.“
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Hello! I love your writing so much! I have searched a long time, but barely see any female dom readers x male characters anywhere. Whether the reader is nsfw dom or the dom in the relationship. Can I request Kokichi & Nagito x dom female reader? Nsfw is preferred but you can choose if it is or not.
❝AMONGST YOUR REIGN❞
Synopsis; What they’re like as the submissive one with a dominant partner.
Featuring; Kokichi Oma and Nagito Komaeda x Fem! Reader
Warning(s); (N)SFW, established relationship, dominant reader, submissive characters, bratty sub (Kokichi), public sex, slight degradation, mutual humiliation, edging, handjob, blowjob, and slight body worship.
Kodzumie’s Note; Thank you so much! I’d be more than happy to write submissive characters! They’re my favorite concept! Though I feel as though I faltered during Nagito’s part and the end of Kokichi’s, so perhaps one day I’ll rewrite this. But I hope you’ve had an incredible day! Muah! <3
➤ KOKICHI OMA
⤷ Upon a singular inspection, many would surmise Kokichi to be the one retaining control within your relationship, the seclusion of your shared bedroom being no exception to this as well.
⤷ His boisterous jests and devious antics conducting bystanders to believed he possesses a domineering persona in contrast to you; the equable follower. After all, he is the Ultimate Supreme Leader, it’s a common contemplation of his yearning for power over others; to withhold control.
⤷ Yet, comically so, such generic presumptions couldn’t be farther from the truth. Even as the infamous, violet-eyed deviant composed fallacies through the ruby-dyed tip tongue of deceit, he was all too aware of the glare trained upon the back of his head; casually veiled irritation within the sheen of your hues.
⤷ Kokichi—ever the instigator—pressed on; meddling upon your buttons, carelessly. His unsuspecting and frankly disturbing audience—Shuichi—far too unaware of your strained visage.
⤷ Your boyfriend chuckled, flinging his arm around your shoulders as he reels you in. A line connected to a hook, waving forth with such mindless temptation.
⤷ He smirks with every tantalizing word as he professes; you’re ever-so riddled in desperation for him, claiming your relentless begging. All the while Shuichi tugs at his collar, avoiding meeting your eyes as his pale complexion rosettes with discomfort. An equal dosage of such coursing through you as you begin to clench your teeth.
⤷ You’re painfully aware of the provocative smirk lacing his lips from the corner of your eye. He knows what he’s doing; the willingness to utter such intimate information that, nonetheless, was nothing more than mere fabrications. He’s got his eyes trained upon his goal, striving forth to attain such.
⤷ And as he leaned forward towards Shuichi, mischief glimmering within his eyes, he questions. “Wouldn’t you agree, Shuichi?” The final straw plucked as the hook that swayed was seized; you finally caved, taking the bait.
⤷ Straightening your composure, you meet Shuichi’s eyes as an apologetic gleam brushed upon your hues. Sighing, you apologize for your boyfriend’s unruly antics, excusing the two of you from the clearly uncomfortable noirette.
⤷ For a moment, Kokichi hadn’t stood up to trail behind you. He waited a moment, and it was just enough for you to crane your head towards him with a countenance that induced poignant shudders to wrack through his spine. Your lips are sewn into a fine line as your gaze narrowed at your defiant boyfriend, stipulation painted upon the canvas of your features.
⤷ He was fully knowledgeable of what was to come, especially with a glare akin to the emphasis of control directed at him. Thus, he leaped onto his feet and towed behind you; avidity engulfing the encompass of his thoughts.
⤷ After a mere two right turns followed by a left, the two of you stand before a public restroom, one in which you entered without a moment to peer back. You were agitated, that much he knew. Yet he couldn’t help the bubbling of arousal as he hurried to enter the confinements of the room.
⤷ Upon entering, Kokichi’s quick to find his back forced against the door, successfully shutting it as your left hand fiddled with the lock; a click resonating within the restroom.
⤷ You loomed; your right leg poised between his as you shift your weight against him, trapping him against the door. He gulped at the tension; the mere centimeters of your dangerously nearing knee to his straining erection.
⤷ Though he wasn’t able to dwell on the adrenaline of the anticipated friction as your fingers clamp beneath his chin, directing his gaze to interlock with yours; a cold fury within your eyes.
⤷ He knew he should’ve treaded within steady waters, tentatively backtracking under the subjection of your piercing irritation. But—a cluster of faulty decisions—he figured that’d be far too boring for his tastes. He pranced along the edge, a singular seam attaching him to the grapples of restraint.
⤷ Jabbing upon the last of your dwindling patience, he wanted to push you past no return. To unleash you innermost ascendancy, and inevitably subdue him to your beck and call. With each stab at your withering compliance, he strived for you to take over; to reduce him to mere whines upon the ripples of pleasure.
⤷ Leaning forward, his lips hovered above your own as he met your eyes. “Awh, are you mad at me?” He taunted; a sing-song timbre plaguing his gibes. Breath fanning against your cheeks, his pallid complexion flushing at the proximity.
⤷ Though he wasn’t allowed another moment of retaliation as you raised your knee, rubbing against his clothed dick, earning you a gasp from the male. Reeling his head back, he shifted his weight to lean against the door as makeshift support. His breathing suddenly the slightest bit ragged as his cheeks flourished with piqued arousal.
⤷ Much to his dismay, you don’t repeat the raise of your knee. Instead returning your foot to the ground, and your knee departs from where his carnal desire had needed you most. But he wanted to hold out for a bit longer.
⤷ As quick as his smirk had vanished, the sinister smile returned to his lips as he exhaled, playfully sneering. “Oh? Did you expect me to say something?” His half-lidded eyes a pair of violet-hued, pools of rousing.
⤷ Cocking his head to the side, he snickers upon your furrowed brows and agitation-induced twitching of your fingers; itching to be wrapped around his throat to constrict his taunts.
⤷ It was exhilarating. The sultry anticipation in which he indulged himself in at the lucid sensation of his imaginative fever dream; he could practically feel you pushing him to the edge over and over and over. He craved to be under your reign, to unravel endlessly under your blissful grazes.
⤷ And it seemed as though his innermost covets would eventuate as your hand redirected itself from clutching his chin to entangling itself within his locks, forcibly reeling his head towards your face as you engulf his lips within yours.
⤷ The sudden movement eliciting a swallowed gasp from the violet-eyed deviant. His moans melting in the encompass of your mouth as your tongue protruded within his; pressing and intertwining amongst ragged pants.
⤷ The kiss was rough; one lapping needily whilst the other nibbled in vexation. Kokichi’s mewls are drawn-out sporadically as you mildly clamp your teeth atop his bottom lip, tugging at the skin before sucking; inducing a choked gasp to escape from the rumbling of his throat, each moan a crescendo of swallowed desperation.
⤷ As you pulled away, a string of saliva remained intact for a moment longer; connecting you two even as you part. Though it soon dissipated, it’s remanence upon Kokichi’s chin as his tongue emerged from between his glistening lips; glimmering in the traces of your saliva, claiming him.
⤷ His brows furrowed as his cheeks were doused in rose, a searing flush of desire flashing upon his complexion in which darkens up the latching of your lips to the base of his jaw. A stuttered whine falling from his mouth, your hand within his hair tilting his head farther to provide you more access.
⤷ Every suck lapped by the grazing of your teeth inducing breathless cries from your boyfriend. The sensitive skin of his neck peppered in your lovebites as you traveled further, fingers unraveling from his disheveled hair to unbutton his top.
⤷ Your grip was tight; aggressive. With each button untied, you hazardously popped the front open and delved upon the newfound skin, exploring with every lick and bite. All the while your boyfriend struggled to maintain his composure, drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth as he squirmed, restlessly.
⤷ Choked moans interlaced with husky pleas echoed within the bathroom as your thumb rolled over his right nipple, whilst you took his left within the moist cavern of your mouth, flicking the hardened bud with your—flattened—tongue.
⤷ Upon the humidity and the lingering trail of saliva atop his left nipple, Kokichi arched his back, furthering himself within your mouth as he yelped. Meeting your eyes in haste, he noticed your derision-laced visage as you rolled the bud between your teeth.
⤷ There was a particular shading overlaying your eyes, providing you the daunting emphasis of sovereignty.
⤷ Popping your lips off of his nipple, the moisture reeling the chill of the restroom as Kokichi shuddered, exhaling shakily upon your departure. Adrenaline coursing through his blood as he eagerly piqued at his predicament.
⤷ “You sure had a lot to say before,” You began, pinching his right nipple, tearing a yelp from his lips as your boyfriend rutted his hips, attempting to garner some form of friction against his aching cock. “But look at you now.”
⤷ A hushed laugh escapes from your lips, a satire smirk lining your visage as you finally raised your knee once more, providing your boyfriend with the stimulation he yearned for. “You look so pathetic, can’t even speak from how desperate you are.”
⤷ Before he could even retaliate to your claims, proving that he was still fully capable of uttering coherent sentences, his words were morphed into wanton moans as you began moderately rubbing your thigh against him; identifying the outline of his erection against your leg.
⤷ His mind fogged with the mist of lasciviousness as he paced his thrusting hips to synchronize with the bouncing of your leg. He attempted to withhold his equanimity, yet the fog of carnality thickened and blurred the urges of retaliation.
⤷ Instead, his mind strayed farther; to the pit of his stomach in which the bubbling of his arousal had began to brew. The pleasure soon overwhelming as your lips reattach to the crook of his throat, engulfing a patch of skin between your teeth as you rolled it, gently.
⤷ He squirmed; riddling himself in ripples of orgasmic relief as he began ceaselessly hump your thigh, desperation mauling at the bindings of his self-restraint as he chased his high.
⤷ But you wouldn’t allow him such alleviation. Tearing away your knee, you revel in the contortion of his countenance. His brows stitched together in despondency upon your departure and the loss of poignant rubbing. Gloss brimming his eyes as sobs of mindless pleading wracked through him; disarray of the devious prankster he was known to be.
⤷ Though you wouldn’t cave into his weeping fit, rather, you chuckle at the sight of his helplessness. Whatever traces of defiance he’d once flaunted in hopes of tempting had been long abandoned, leaving him behind as a muddled mess of tears and feverish pants.
⤷ His shirt barely hanging by the conjunction of his elbow and forearms as his shoulders and chest remain exposed to the draft. His skin speckled in bite marks and lovebites; the markings of yours truly.
⤷ Chest rising and falling in rouse-tainted ventilation, Kokichi wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling his body to be pressed against yours. He yearned to be closer; to be ever-so near to you and bask within your heat. Yet as sensual as his actions may have presented themself to be, you could feel it; you could feel him.
⤷ His painfully erect and depriving cock straining against his pants, nuzzling against your thigh. It was evident within his lilac hues that he was attempting to conserve his compulsion, biting back the urge to grind against the limb, focusing on your lidded gaze instead.
⤷ The sight of his attempted restraint―his inner-conflict and suppression of libidinous instinct―was ever-so pleasing; so very enticing.
⤷ It enthralled you to witness him vigorously attempt to abide by your demands, subduing to your biddings regardless of his ever-more painful erection against the bindings of the double layers; his boxers and pants. He’d given in, willing himself to comply with all that you command in order for you to bring him to bliss. He’d be good for you.
⤷ Thus, your hand had trailed itself down the dips of his sides. With each rub at his plush skin, you neared the hem of his pants. The realization painting the canvas of Kokichi’s expression with anticipation as you hooked your index and middle finger within the fabric, tugging it downwards.
⤷ A gasp fogging the tense air as the cool draft wafted against his bare shaft; exposing his precum-stained tip which leaked with droplets of compelling lust. The crown of his dick roseate―flushed with hues of temptation―and with the imploration of being relieved; in which you decided to provide for him.
⤷ Prodding your thumb against his dampened slit, you massage the leakage of precum around the swell of his tip. He jolts at the sensation, stuttering a moan as he rocks his hips against your touch, attempting to acquire more touch; more friction. Though he soon halts his movements at your piercing glare. “You take what I give you, or you won’t get anything at all.”
⤷ He gulps, nodding at your words as his breathing remained ragged. But his nod wasn’t enough for you, you wanted to hear him succumb to you. “Use your words, ‘Kichi.” You hum, nibbling the shell of his ear as you begin to pump his length.
⤷ His gasps resonate within the confinement of the bathroom as he bites back his moans, albeit poorly. He nods his head to the rhythm of your fisting, attempting to string together a proper sentence whilst savoring the feeling of your hand ever-so-slightly clenching around his cock; using his own pre-cum as lubricant.
⤷ “Yes, yes, yes, yes―fuck!” A mantra of pleas slipping past his lips as he involuntarily bucks his hips against your fist. His eyes widening at his fault as he rapidly whirls his head up to meet your eyes in which darkened with an authority that blossomed ripples of warmth within his chest.
⤷ He awaited your reprimanding; your stabs of denial at his sporadic strive for stimulation. Yet you simply quickened the pace of your fist, feverishly rubbing him, swiping your thumb and prodding upon his vein; to which he’d let out a rather prominent moan.
⤷ Stars flickering within his vision as you went faster and faster, your ministrations increasingly rugged. The familiar sensation of his oncoming arousal pooled within his gut; awaiting to boil over and engulf him into a realm of orgasmic relief.
⤷ Yet he’d felt an inkling of dread at the thought of you pulling away once more, building the buddings of his climax only to pull away at its brimming. He could feel the overwhelming sensation of his orgasm steadily approaching, and thus, he swallowed whatever remnants of his pride were left.
⤷ A gleam of tears gloss his violet orbs as he interlocks with your gaze, his lips noticeably quivering at the intense pleasure he’s receiving. “Please!” He sobs, shaking his head ever-so-slightly.
⤷ With a tenacious smirk, you tilt your head in feign of faux perplex. “Hm? Please, what?” The smug timbre of your voice would’ve irritated Kokichi to no bounds if he wasn’t so desperate for the satisfaction of his orgasm. His arms tightening around the grip he’d had around your neck, he pulls you closer, nuzzling into your shoulder.
⤷ “Please let me cum, please! I’ll do anything. I promise I’ll be good, please!” His shameless begging eliciting a visage of surprise, yet it aroused you all-the-same.
⤷ Tightening your grip around his cock ever-so-slightly, you glide your fist faster than you’d previously gone, pacing to milk him of his orgasm; to stain his tip and your fist in thick ropes of his release.
⤷ His breathing instantaneously dissolved into an arrhythmic mantra of whines in which steadily reached a crescendo; biting into your shoulder to muffle his cries as he neared closer and closer.
⤷ Upon your palm rubbing against the underside of his dick, tracing over his ever-so sensitive vein, Kokichi’s long awaited orgasm washing over him with a tidal wave of shock and jolts throughout his limbs. His heated seed spilling over and coating your hand in his cum; to which you smeared across his length as you eased him through his high, pumping him slowly.
⤷ After a minute or two, he manages to regulate his breathing. Although his heart continued hammering within his chest as a lust-drunken giggle escaped his lips.
⤷ His weight shifting against you as his body nearly topples in exhaustion, his eyes steadily drooping as he nuzzled closer into your warmth. Your arms envelop him within an embrace as you press a fleeting kiss against the tip of his ear.
⤷ Assisting him to the sink, you situate your boyfriend atop the counter. His visage fogged with oncoming somber as the prolonged orgasm had withdrawn multitudes of energy from him.
⤷ You’d reached over and grabbed the towels from the dispenser, cleaning up the mess tainting Kokichi’s skin, careful not to elicit any more stimulation upon him; having already been drained. He appeared so fragile; delicate upon the mere brush of your fingers as he mewled between mellow breaths.
⤷ After having finished cleaning him and washing your hands, you sling an arm over his shoulder, reeling him within the warmth of your side as you embrace him. Your lips find the surface of his temple as you place a fleeting kiss on the delicate skin, Kokichi nuzzling closer to you in an affectionate response.
⤷ The aftermath of you domineering demeanor spurring a flurry within your boyfriend’s heart in remembrance of your previous actions and his jabs that’d insinuated your sovereignty; such a thing that one would not typically surmise of you. Yet it was a truth—your shared veracity—as the two of you saunter along.
➤ NAGITO KOMAEDA
⤷ Much to be expected of him—bountiful jabs at his self-worth by his own loathe-laced tongue—he views himself as unworthy of your ministrations; paving to suffice his needs and mellow him to a mere clutter of breathless whines and pleas.
⤷ You were a figure culminated of divinities; his beloved angel. And thus, he couldn’t find it within himself to possibly allow someone of such sovereignty to lay a finger upon filth such as himself.
⤷ It wasn’t as though he was particularly against the deed itself; far from it. What he wouldn’t give to be blessed by the sensation of such blissful brushes from your touch upon his skin. Truthfully, he’d catch himself fantasizing of what your body would feel pressing against his; bare, exposed to one another.
⤷ But following after such thoughts would be the perpetual venom of his innermost guilt. A suffocating fog of shame for tainting your sanctity within the encompass of his mind. He didn’t deserve you, he didn’t even deserve to think of you.
⤷ He’d restricted himself of his covetousness, swallowing back his sinful yearnings in accordance to his self-loathing. He’d assumed that wishing for the impossible was a hope riddled with the plaguing of despair; the inevitable cracking of his heart inbound.
⤷ So he was deduced to beyond that of a lifetime’s worth of appall when you’d first mentioned engaging in such ludicrous deeds with him, of everyone that were far more worthy. And yet, once the two of you had gone through with it; tainting yourselves in the avarice of lust, Nagito had felt the slightest bit more reassured.
⤷ But, of course, he remained unwilled to initiate such intimacy, regardless of the overwhelming tides of desire that’d engulfed his mind, straining his pants.
⤷ Even as his complexion flushed rosebuds of wishful yearning, he swallowed back any attempt to voice his arousal. He continuously believed he didn’t deserve to ask for so much. He should be satisfied with what you give, and grateful that you’d initiate anything, to begin with.
⤷ And yet, he couldn’t help but squirm as he laid beside you atop the mattress of your shared bedroom; your body sprawled beside him, albeit unaware of his ever-straining issue beneath the covers.
⤷ Although he hadn’t uttered a word of his piqued rousing, you’d noticed his restlessness as he readjusted his position for approximately the twelfth time within the past three minutes. And, with a flicker of your eyes directed South, you’d caught a glimpse of the root of his shifting from beneath the layering of the blanket.
⤷ Turning onto your side to face your boyfriend, you clear the tense silence with a supposedly innocent inquiry, “Are you alright?” Though you didn’t need to ask, you’d already been aware of the answer.
⤷ Nagito seemed startled by your question, reluctantly meeting your eyes with the faintest tint of roseate upon his cheeks. He nodded his head; refusing to speak due to a distrust of the stability within his voice. With each passing moment, his erection becoming increasingly distracting and uncomfortable.
⤷ You blink at his response, visage painting your dissatisfaction. Although you decided not to give for an answer you were never going to receive.
⤷ Instead, you arose from your position, slinging your leg over his hips as you straddle him. His eyes widen immensely as he nervously waves his hands in defiance. “You... You shouldn’t do that!” He attempted to argue, but it was already too late.
⤷ He was aware you could feel his bulge pressing against your ass from beneath the blanket, the layer of fabric unable to secure his dignity as he avoiding your gaze, hiding behind his hands in which were covering his flustered countenance.
⤷ You had to have been disgusted by him. Without your permission to feel such, he’d succumbed to his greed. What could he possibly say? Cornered within the encapsulation of shame, he falls into the abyss of self-loathing once more; thought upon thought of his foolishness.
⤷ And yet he was snapped out of such a state of mind when you’d delicately tugged at his wrists, revealing his face to you. Unlike the disgust he’d expected to be awaiting him, he was met with your expression of sincere, sympathetic amusement.
⤷ “Nagito, it’s okay.” You whispered. Rubbing circles over his knuckles with your thumb, you pressed gentle kisses atop the plush skin. He’s taken aback by the delicacy of your actions; in which he deems himself undeserving of. Yet you maintain your smile as your kisses begin to trail down his forearm.
⤷ As he lays beneath you, his eyes gleam in awe as you pepper his skin in pecks of delicate devotion. From his arm to the conjunction of his throat and shoulders, you trail a path of kisses that each ignite combustion of flames upon his skin.
⤷ He’s unaware of whether he should put a pause to your ministrations, or to accept your affections; subduing to the greed that seems to swallow him in his entirety.
⤷ Each kiss you pressed against his skin proceeding to melt his reluctance. Easing him into the moment as he savored the sensation of your humid mouth lapping at his skin, nearing the uncomfortable strain in which protrudes further; the romance budding within each of your movements admittedly arousing for the male.
⤷ Though his breath hitched as you began to gradually tug his pants, relieving his erection of the confinements within the fabric. His heart thumping within his chest as adrenaline coursed through his veins, inducing a ragged groan as you continued to kiss down his body; against his v-line.
⤷ It was as though you’d strived to have your lips explore every dip of his body; familiarizing yourself with the figure of your lover, entirely.
⤷ At long last, your lips brush upon the base of his cock, tentatively parting your lips to suckle gently upon the skin as Nagito instinctually throws his head back against the pillows; all the while, chanting mindlessly, internally, that trash like him didn’t deserve such an overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation.
⤷ You tread up his length, guiding your tongue along the underside of his cock. Your ministrations gradual, indulging in every moment as you coat him in your saliva; a makeshift lubricant.
⤷ With each slowed lick and suckle, Nagito finds himself steering towards a steady rising of his relief. His heart fluttering within the confines of his ribs as he savors every second; his belief that he was undeserving of such pleasure fueling his rise to climax.
⤷ Finally, your lips situate themselves upon the crown of his erection. Hollowing your cheeks, you collect a puddle of saliva within your mouth, steadily spilling it onto his tip.
⤷ Nagito shuddered at the ever-so-slightly cool fluid as you swirl it around the head with your thumb, smearing the makeshift lubricant. He awaited, desperately, for the moist cavern of your mouth to engulf his length; providing him a pleasure he could only describe as enchanting. A grace upon someone of no worth such as himself.
⤷ Just his luck, he didn’t need to wait any longer as you took his tip into your mouth; attempting to adjust yourself to his girth as you flick his slit with your—flattened—tongue.
⤷ His breathing sporadic upon the unbearable pleasure and intense sensitivity, your boyfriend squirmed from beneath you as he gasped and writhed. You smiled as you ever-so-slightly took more of him in. He was so sensitive, how adorable.
⤷ You inhale through your nose as you inch downwards, ensuring you’re able to breath with every bit of him you take in. Upon his precum dribbling onto your tongue, you moan around his cock at the saltiness of the alluring concoction. The vibrations of your voice sending him through worlds of disarray as his―already uneven―breaths turn shallow.
⤷ After engulfing half of his length within your mouth, gently suckling on him with hallowed cheeks, you begin to bob your head at a moderate pace. A rhythmic pattern of harsh sucks followed by delicate blowing; all in which was rapidly inducing your boyfriend to unravel.
⤷ Wrapping your hand around his pace, you pump his length along with the bobbing of your head, providing stimulation to where your mouth is unable to reach.
⤷ Your hand clenching around his base, you bounce your forearm against his thigh with each pump of your fist; the plush limb providing steady leverage and cushion for your arm.
⤷ As the ticking of seconds pass, you increase your pace. Going faster and harder with each bob and thrust as the baritone whimpers of your boyfriend serve as an encouragement to keep going; to milk him of his high and witness him unravel before your eyes, a sight you’ve come to adore.
⤷ You’re aware that he’s nearing, for every rise of your head, his back instinctively arching to claim more of the rippling pleasure you were gracing him with.
⤷ Popping your lips off of his length, you rapidly fist his cock from his base to the crown, a speed your head seemingly unable to match as the speed proved to be too much for Nagito.
⤷ With a final pump, he comes undone; the warmth of his translucent cum coats your fist as you considerably slow your pace, allowing him to ride out his high without unintentionally overstimulating him.
⤷ His breathing heavy as the sweat accumulated upon his face inducing stray baby hairs to cling against his temple. He’s worn out; exhausted from the sheer bliss you’d blessed him with. His mind fogged with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his eyes trained upon the alluring sight before him.
⤷ Raising your hand to your lips, you swipe your tongue along your knuckles, licking up the remains of his release. Your eyes fixated onto his ghost-green orbs as his complexion darkens further, and a single thought protrudes within his mind. Another round would be nice.
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braindump about tenn
to start off big shout out to my friends again i always say this but without them i wouldnt have cared as much about these fishes as i do now! thank you for making ocs with me i love u guys muah muah
here’s my spotify playlist i made for her
i think she’s a cool headed chick and keeps it cool even when she’s drumming.. her tempo and her tempo are always on a smooth wavelength; she’s caring but she’s also an enabler because she believes that people should do whatever they want to make themselves happy (as long as they’re not like. BAD bad.)
she works as a waitress and has been doing this job for maybe 6-7 years straight! it got her through her college and she makes enough on tips to live comfortably alone. she has a little tramp stamp at the base of her spine and also a right nipple piercing*..... The things she enjoys the most about being in the Coral Reeferz is not just finally being able to play music in a band but also be surrounded by people who are passionate about what they do. and the attention. she loves that
*the piercing was to match with her ex who has one on the left side but she kept it on because she thought it was cute
she has absolutely fooled around with many o fish and they can’t tie her down, she believes in going with the flow instead of holding on to people, she won’t beg them to stay or push someone to do things. she’s not into wishy-washy people either... tenn strives to just be sexy and fun!! . she’s usually very relaxed; unless she’s feeling mischievous she tends to playfully tease her friends and other fish who seem to be interested in her.
Tenn likes to feed the stray animals around the restaurant and near her apartment because they don’t allow pets in the complex
tenn has been friends with trench since her sophomore year of college (he dropped out the next school sem) and kept in touch with him since they learned they’re both into playing instruments . i have liek a separate google doc that talks more about their friendship or whatever but. she likes his attitude and how hard headed he is lol
i think she is still chasing her own real happiness but with what she has now she is grateful... i wanted to make her a bit solitary?? because of how dumbo octopus have no defense mechanism against predators and that its actually kind of rare for them to get into trouble since of how deep down they are and how low they are to the seafloor... she sees the Coral Reeferz as the sunny part of the ocean, brighter, more alive!! but when she’s alone she sort of just floats around without an absolute direction... she wants to live in every encounter and every moment because it comes and goes so quickly
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“Sirius feels a sudden, profound kinship with that one specific floorboard by the front door – the sad, loose one that whimpers loudly if he steps on it in his heavier-soled boots.”
“and what Sirius wants to explain is simply that – you’re as much me as I am, you stupid thing, you fucking wanker. Nothing you can say is going to repair that. He wants to ask, don’t you see? I’ll sit here until our pulse stops. I’ll sit here after that, too.”
“It’s letting daisies grow up through cracks in the pavement, it’s tipping your head towards the sun, it’s carrying on. Stitching over.”
“(there weren’t many after last night’s moon; Sirius was so careful, so careful to keep him from hurting himself)”
“‘I am,’ he’s saying. ‘Alright? I am, I’m in love with you. There. That’s – sorry, but I mean fucking hell, Moons, I’d – I’d do anything you asked me to. Anything you asked me to, this was – it was going to have to come out sooner or later, Remus.’” (in his phoebe bridgers’ era)
“even before they’d started up, Sirius had never been his own to give away.”
“Sirius kisses him again, for longer (“I love you,”). Again (“I mean it,”). Again (“You’ve already got me, Moons,”).
And each time Remus is kissing him back; again, again, again. So achingly sweet, so soft, so cautious. So familiar.”
“Oh, god, he thinks – they really are all there is. This really is all there is – this messy quiet.”
“He’s unabashedly the sort of one-track minded, adoring, sonnet-composing, purple-fingertipped wanker that he spent years ridiculing, back when he was younger and angrier and a little bit alone.”
“‘I’m going to stand next to you and turn doing the dishes into a two-hour ordeal for the rest of your life, Moons. Wherever we are.’
‘The rest of my life? Only for that long, then?’”
AGGSHSGAHSYZTGAHSHAHAHSH RIDI I’m GOING INSANEGAGSHA I’M BITING MY ARM OFF
I have read this multiple times but the ask game made me reread the later half and I can’t evenhagahsh I want to give you a kiss they are just wonderful. I’m going to do this with every single one of your fics now. you should see my notes for otmofad because oh my fucking god. I love them and I love you. I had to physically restrain myself from pasting the entire thing in here, muah (also, this is how I react whenever you r and s post, too. just so you know. i’m losing it whenever you say you’ve put r in a washing machine or something)
ahh thank you so much babs haha!! literally kissing you also rn its me n u xx also--washing machine is literally a brilliant idea he's going in there as we speak he's going to be so distressed xx MWAH!!
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hi, i’m about to try to get with someone that i like ( or think is cute ). i never done this before and i’m trying to think positive towards the whole thing ( i had a past of getting rejected and nobody liking me etc ). though i’m going to make the effort to push that aside even if i’m lowkey prettified. any tips on how to get him to like me back? even a little? thank u!
first, you're pretty and everybody likes you, they're just too nervous to confess and think you're out of their league (assume it !)
secondly, manifesting sp is really easy. all you gotta do is act like you guys are already dating ! affirm stuffs like, ______ is in love with me and we're in a loving relationship, act like you're saying it to your friend. every time you get a notification, tell yourself, they keeps spamming me, they are so much in love with me, even if the notification isn't theirs. your subconscious don't have eyes and it won't deny anything ! you can even listen to some love songs and imagine them singing or sending it to you or you guys just listening to songs together. i will link a playlist if that helps !
just know that you're with them, the 3d can do nothing but conform to you <3 all the best and don't worry about your looks, everybody likes you cus you're really attractive and pretty, muah (work on your self concept too if that helps you <3)
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HELLO AND U TOLD ME TO TAG MY TAGLIST🤨😠 I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW U POSTED A NEW PREVIEW. SPEAKING OF PREVIEWS I STILL NEEDA THROUGHLY LOOK THROUGH YOUR WIPS!! ❗❗❗❗🤩
OH EM GEEEEE ASVKGJKSSK SEI NOT ME EATING UP MY OWN WORDS LMAOO 😭 I REALISED ITS SMTH EASIER TO JUST USE 1 POST SO ILL JUST TAG EVERYONE WHEN I ACTUALLY UPDATE IT 😭 URE SO SMART FOR THIS SKDKS ABGWAY THANK Y SM AAAA NOT U CHECKING OUT MY WIPS HELLAUR??? TYSM ILYSM MUAH MUAH MUAH I APPRECIATE U SM WTH ಠ_ಠ
also i’m actually gna fuck up angst/supernatural au so bad so pls give me ur angst tips 🥲🥲
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a dono request for my dear, sweet, beloved, favorite person ever and great friend lauren :) i love u so much, thank u for making a donation and letting me write this for u in return!!!! i rlly hope u enjoy it, MUAH
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nishinoya yuu x fem reader word count: 2080 NSFW warning featuring: needy noya, dom-ish noya, and uhhh sex
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“Just one more.”
Nishinoya Yuu wasn’t one for lying, but he had been lying to you all evening.
“One more!” he was giggling and tugging on your shirt. “That’s all. I promise.”
“You don’t mean that, you’ve said that all night,” you said with a sigh. But a smile was evident on your face, because despite the minor annoyance, he was still cute as a button. “I’m studying, Yuu.”
It’s true that when Nishinoya asks for one more of anything - especially when it comes to you - he didn’t mean it. You weren’t sure if he knew what the words even meant.
Yuu thought about it for a moment before shaking his head, “No, I do mean it this time. I only need one more kiss. Really.”
You gave up on fighting back and decided to just give in, because it was late and your boyfriend would never let you keep studying until he got what he wanted. And this was meant to be a study date - you intended on actually getting some studying done.
Yuu stole your smile from your lips with his own, kissing you soft and slow as if he was savoring it. He had his hands on each side of your face and he was kissing you like he meant it - he was giving you no chance to move away and you could hardly even kiss back. It was all him; he was kissing you and you were letting him do as he pleased because it felt too good not to.
You weren’t sure when this kiss turned into a total make out session or when his hand gravitated to your hair or when your hands were sliding up his shirt. All you knew was that Nishinoya was still there, holding you in place with your head tilted back, kissing you so deep it felt like he was trying to find your soul. And you were his for the taking; he tugged your hair gently as his tongue lapped into your mouth, and by now you’d forgotten all about any studying that was meant to be done.
You didn’t take a breath until he pulled away - slowly, because he was absolutely trying to tease you, and you were left looking like a fish out of water. You chased his lips, desperate for him to kiss you again, but Nishinoya only pulled back and looked at you with furrowed brows.
“I told you I only needed one more,” he smirked; your obvious need only fueled his ego. “You can study now, bunny. Don’t forget that important exam tomorrow.”
He knew what he was doing, but his giggling kept him from looking as cool as he wanted. Ever the bad actor, he just couldn’t hide his true intentions no matter how badly he wanted to. Especially when it comes to you.
“That’s not fair,” you whined, having fallen into his trap easily. “You did that on purpose.”
“I know,” he laughed, poking the tip of your nose before leaving a kiss on the same spot. “I did it on purpose. But only ‘cause I want you. I’m not teasing on purpose.”
“You are!”
“I’m not!” He crossed his arms and scooted back away from you, exaggerating his pout. “You’re the one teasing on purpose, with your studying nonsense. You’re even wearing my shirt! You only invited me over to tease me, didn’t you?”
“No!” you claimed, but you were laughing way too much for him to believe you. And you were only laughing because he wasn’t wrong. “...Did it work?”
And then he erupted into laughter as he tackled you to the ground, completely forgetting about the workbooks on the table in front of you. Studying be damned.
“Yes, it worked, you dork.”
“I’m not a dork.”
He hummed as he pressed kisses along your jaw. “You are a dork.” More kissing, nibbling, sucking the sensitive skin on your neck, “but you’re my good little bunny, too, aren’t you?”
You were going to reply when you felt his fingers wiggling against your waist; you laughed because of the feeling and Nishinoya laughed along with you. “See?” he whispered. “Dork.”
So to get payback, you tucked your hand under his arm and wiggled your fingers, making him laugh loud and push your arm away fast. “If being ticklish makes me a dork, then you’re an even bigger dork.”
He huffed, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he took your wrists into one hand and pressed them above your head.
“I should punish you for that.”
You challenged him, “Should you?”
“Yeah,” he replied, saying it like it was obvious. “You’re bratty tonight. What happened to being my good little bunny?” His head fell until his lips were pressed right against your ear. “I’ll give you another chance to be good.” You felt his free hand creeping up your shirt and your breath hitched in anticipation. “Only ‘cause I know you can be good for me.”
He pulled back just to wink at you, and you nodded at him to let him know you heard him.
“Keep your arms up here,” he told you. He pulled his hand away and then moved down to your chest; with both hands, he lifted your shirt up until it was tucked under your chin and your chest was bare. He made no comments about the fact that you were missing a bra - you expected him to at least point it out - but it was because his lips were too busy kissing your skin.
This was always Nishinoya’s favorite part. Of course he loved to tease, and he loved to play up his dominance, and he loved what always happens after this, but nothing beats the sight of you underneath him, anxiously letting him kiss and bite your skin. Nothing beats seeing you bare, your chest rising and falling with each breath, arms up above your head just like he told you.
He’s convinced that it’ll never stop feeling like the first time. There will never be a day that he looks at you like this and doesn’t immediately feel breathless, feel completely in awe at the natural beauty of you. It will always make his heart swell and his blood rush and his dick hard as a rock - always.
His fingers grip your sweatpants because he just can’t wait anymore. He wants to see you and feel you and hear you. He wants to make you drip and moan and drool. He wants you to be bare of everything besides his hands and his shirt and him.
With a harsh tug your pants come off, and his movements are haste and almost rough but he doesn’t even notice and you don’t mind. Just like him, you’re too ready to care about anything else.
He leaves his shirt on but kicks his shorts off, struggling to get them down his legs because god, he’s hard and needy and ready. But he gets them off and then he’s back at your lips, searching for your soul once again.
“I love you,” he says and breathes and moans, and you have to fight the urge to touch him as you say it back.
A whine of frustration left Yuu’s throat because he couldn’t figure out what to do next. He wanted you more than anything, but he had a bad habit of taking things too fast and, in turn, ending things quicker than he wanted. He wanted to savor you, to take you nice and sweet and slow; he wanted to pump his fingers into you and watch you fall apart around them; he wanted to move his lips down your body until he was relentlessly fucking you with his tongue and listening to screams of your name.
But he couldn’t. Yuu’s desires were selfish and he couldn’t hide it. He wanted all of those things, but he wanted his own release more. He wanted to bury his cock in you and be reminded of how well you take him. He wanted to watch as your breasts bounced with every thrust. He wanted to paint you in his cum, both inside and out. And he just couldn’t wait for it.
When he tucked his hips against yours and you wrapped your legs around him, he felt a shiver run through him - the two of you fit together so perfectly. Your bodies weren’t even connected yet, and still, it was a perfect fit.
There was no point in holding back anymore. Nishinoya didn’t know why he was trying to stop himself - you obviously didn’t want him to wait, so why was he waiting?
He didn’t need to, so he didn’t. He let himself do the one thing he wanted, which was slide his cock into you as deep as he possibly could.
“Oh my god, fuck,” he cursed, and he was hardly aware he was even speaking. But he couldn’t control it. “Oh, you feel good - so fucking good.”
He took a hold of your wrists and kept them pinned next to your head - you hadn’t moved them, but he was just making sure you weren’t going anywhere.
It always caught you off guard that Nishinoya’s pace was never hard and fast and rough and sloppy, and when you first met him, that’s what you expected. With all his energy, how could you not?
But Yuu’s thrusts were deliberate and particular. He learned what you liked and memorized it; every one of his movements were for you. He knew exactly how to hit the spots you loved, and he knew how fast you wanted it. He knew how to make you moan for him - he didn’t have to ask.
And he loved it. He loved knowing that those moans were real and all for him; you were groaning and cursing and whining because of him. Nothing would ever make him feel better than that.
He loved teasing you for it, too. “Just a little louder, bunny, I don’t think the people on the first floor can hear.”
You replied with the cutest whine and, “Yuu,” turning your head away and biting your lip to keep your mouth shut.
“Don’t you dare,” he said, tugging your lip free. “Don’t even think about hiding them. Be good. Keep that pretty mouth open.”
His thrusts hadn’t stopped, and it was getting much harder for you to ignore the pressure that was building up in your coure.
“I’m close, Yuu,” you whimpered.
“How close?”
“Close,” you said, completely annoyed by his teasing. “Really… close.”
That’s when he sped up, and he was obviously chasing after his own orgasm. It wasn’t helping you hold yours back, but you didn’t have to; with his lips against your ear, Yuu whispered, “then cum for me,” and when you did, he was quick to follow your lead. He’d be damned if he didn’t cum with you.
Both of your moans filled the room, and maybe the rooms of your neighbors, but you were both way too lost in each other to care. It was electric and sparkly and amazing for both of you, just like always, and Yuu loved it.
And it ended way too soon, just like he knew it would. Both of you struggled to catch ragged breath while Nishinoya was trying to figure out where he had gone wrong; he came to the conclusion that he shouldn’t have rushed things, and next time he’ll offer more foreplay so that he can stretch it all out longer, and -
“Yuu. Stop. It was perfect.”
“It ended too soon.”
“You didn’t like it?”
He gasped at the accusation, and you laughed at the look on his face. “No, I loved it, baby, don’t say that.”
He finally let go of your hands as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, and you stretched your arms out.
“Okay, well now we actually have to study.”
Your boyfriend completely deflated at that, but you pushed him up off of you anyway. You brushed his hair out of his eyes for him and tugged your shirt back down, ignoring Nishinoya’s pout.
“Wait. Give me one more kiss before we start.”
Knowing where one more kiss would lead, you pressed your hand against his face and pushed him away.
“Fine! I’ll get it after we’re done, though, bunny. I’ll be patient, just you watch.”
You laughed at him, because you knew that wouldn’t be true. But if it made him feel better, you’d let him believe it.
#dono req#got 1 more coming whenever i get it finished dkdkavjfkdh#em's summer sleepover 2#not family friendly#nishinoya yuu x reader#nishinoya x reader#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#scenario#nishinoya smut
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Santa Baby
Pairing: Jake x Reader
Summary: based on this request: hi love! i am very much getting into the christmas spirit and was listing to santa baby... when i tell u i have THOTS‼️ that could make a *muah* blurb or something if you’re up for it (for whoever)... anyways... cold winter night (fireplace optional 😌), eartha kitt’s santa baby crackling on vinyl, tasteful xmas themed lingerie and a ~striptease~ MOTHER OF MARY this has been rattling around in my pea-brain for DAYS. if you decide to do this, THANK YOU🤍 xoxo
Word Count: 1310
Warnings: slightly NSFW but no actual smut.
A/N: I wish I was as confident as Y/N! (and GIF by @edgeofgreta )
Jake swung the door closed behind him, letting it slam into the lock. The sound made him jump but he didn’t have the energy to move more than that. He propped his guitar case in the hallway and looked around; calling out for you he noticing how quiet it was.
“I’m in here” you shouted from the living room, scooting around a corner to hide from him. Hesitantly stepping into the living-room he looked around but couldn’t find you. He did however notice that during his absence you had managed to decorate completely – warm golden lights all around and the fire going, made your home feel so warm and cosy.
Sinking into the sofa, Jake let himself relax back as he waited for you. Stretching back – legs spread and eyes closed he didn’t see you step back into the room until he heard the click of your heels. Peaking his eyes open from their rest, his jaw dropped as he saw you standing in the doorway in the long black silk robe, he’d gotten you for your first anniversary.
You bit your lip as you took in his reaction. Mustering all the confidence you could, you walked over to the record player and started it up.
Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me Been an awful good girl Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Jake let out a tired laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides when you made eye contact – giving a little wiggle you laughed together, both feeling the tension of the moment but also knowing this was a little bit silly.
Steeling yourself you began to sway to the rhythm of Eartha Kitt – biting your lip as you toyed with the ribbon of your robe. You began moving around the room slowly, calming your nerves as you saw the look in Jakes change. Still hooded from how tired he was – there was now an undeniable excitement in them though he shuffled nervously on the sofa, re arranging himself into a slightly more upright position.
Santa baby, a ‘54 convertible too, light blue I'll wait up for you, dear Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Turning your back to him, you looked over your shoulder. Nervous excitement still in his eyes he gave you a goofy grin as his hands flexed on his knees. You slipped one shoulder off of your robe, the deep red satin strap of your bra peaking out from beneath the black silk. Jake visibly swallowed, licking his bottom lip and doing his trademark lip touch, letting you know you should definitely carry on.
Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year, I could be just as good If you check off my Christmas list
Jake hadn’t been completely sure whether or not you were serious about actually stripping for him in your living room but now he was. Your leg emerged from under the robe next and Jakes eyes trailed up your body to see you smirking at him from under your lashes. You retracted your leg slowly, watching with a smile as Jakes mouth hung open, the look on his face was priceless as you planned your next move. Spinning round on the spot to face him, you take a few steps towards Jake, stopping at his feet before getting his attention back on your top half by slipping the other shoulder off of your robe.
Jake sat forward on the sofa, holding his hand out to feel the soft silk as he touched your leg. You leaned forward slightly, teasing him with a peak of your cleavage and a small kiss to his plump lips as you slipped out of his grasp – letting the robe drop from your body in your wake.
Santa baby, I want a yacht, and really, that's not a lot Been an angel all year Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Your looked over your shoulder at him again, now sat on the edge of his seat with the end of your black silk robe in his hand – eyes slowly raking all over you, taking in the deep red burgundy of the set. The shine of the satin on the curves of your body – the fine, delicate lace that accentuated the curve of your ass. His mind ran a mile a minute as he took in what was only the back of you.
‘Wow’ Jake chuckled still unsure how he should react. This wasn’t something you’d ever discussed at all, and while it was definitely something Jake had imagined once or twice your relationship had gone well past trying to be overtly sexy with each other – but this was interesting.
Santa honey, one little thing I really need The deed to a platinum mine Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Jake dropped the robe in his hand as you walked back towards him, shuffling back in his seat when you came to sit yourself across his lap, legs curled up on the sofa next to you as though you were just settling in to watch a movie together. His big warm hand came to rest on your thigh, stroking up and down as you teased his with soft kisses everywhere but his lips.
Jakes restraint began to waiver when you tipped the strap of your bra off your shoulder, smiling as the simple action caused him to inhale deeply. You gently stroked one finger around the side of his face and around his jawline, flicking it off the end of his chin so that his attention was back on you.
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks Sign your "X" on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Slipping off his lap before he could wrap his arms around you, Jake reached a hand out not wanting to let you go. You took his hand and dragged him to his feet – pushing the other strap off your shoulder as he flashed you a lazy lopsided grin. His smile made butterflies bloom in your stomach and you bit your lip to stop you grinning right back at him.
Turning to walk back to the record player – you didn’t let go of his hand, instead pulling him behind you. Jakes arms wrapped around you from behind when you came to a halt; his lips grazing the tender skin of your neck as he pressed light kisses up and down your neck, along your shoulders and back again. His touch was so tender it almost brought you to tears after so long practically separated from one another.
Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Let's see if you believe in me
You turned in his arms, his warm embrace and scent surrounding you as you skimmed your arms up his chest and around his neck, smiling when his hands settle on your waist. Lost in each other you both began to sway slowly to the song - whispering the lyrics into his ear as you felt him leave more soft kisses wherever his lips could reach.
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing A ring, I don't mean on the phone Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight
Running your fingers through his hair as he continued to lavish you, you almost forgot your mission as you sunk into him and his entire being around you. Snapping yourself out of your haze you took a hold of Jakes hand again as you lead him out of the room, slowly down the hallway to your bedroom door. With one final look back at him, you beckoned him in, closing the door behind you.
Hurry, tonight
#my writing#jake kiszka#jake kiszka imagine#jake kiszka x reader#jake kiszka smut#gvf#greta van fleet#gvf imagine#greta van fic#greta van fleet imagine
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