#they definitely sneak away for a make out sesh

[muuuumin]

Jason crashing a masquerade ball that all the Waynes are attending just so he can sneak a dance with Tim. Formal attire with his own mask and everything.

[gojoest]

MDNI, f! reader, fingering, thigh fucking, creampie, satoru calls you pretty + my darling + my love, he cums so easily, wc: 1.1k, not proofread as always, bit messy too (i am so sleep deprived)

the fresh, tangy scent of coffee wafted through the air, momentarily distracting your senses from the smell of sex lingering on you from last night’s activities as you watched the coffee machine fill your mug. elbows resting on the counter as you waited for your drink, and a few seconds in—your nose adapted, you could once again distinguish the musk soaked into your skin.

you smelled like satoru — his cum, his sweat — lots of it in fact; but also like yourself. both of you combined and oiled all over your body, especially on your inner thighs.

you had noticed, in fact as soon as you got up and made your way to the kitchen — layers of his now dried load parched and glued onto the plush between your legs, reminding you of how many times he came inside you last night, ineluctably feeling its still somewhat sticky texture as your legs brushed against each other with every step.

a soft smile cracked your lips at the sound of footsteps approaching from behind you. it was time, you thought, he was coming to you.

satoru could never stay in bed too long without you. no matter what kind of deep slumber he were to be in, he’d always wake up shortly after were you to sneak out. i become restless when you’re not in my arms, he would say.

“morning”, you smiled but didn’t turn around. “coffee?”

“morning, pretty”. he stopped right behind you. you figured he was naked — the tip of his cock, hard and rigidly up already, was poking at the small of your back.

a hand slid under the oversized shirt you had quickly tossed on yourself, palming the bare cheeks of your ass — “i want some of that, definitely” — grabbing a handful and squeezing it inside his massive hand.

a hum dragged out of you, body jolting and back arching from the way the squishing caused one of his fingers to graze against your cunt, the tip of it almost prodding at your entrance. “i’m so hard, i can bust any moment”, his voice still low and loaded with sleep. there was something so undeniably sexy about the way he spoke to you in the mornings. drowsy, husky and lower than usual. “but i want it to be in you”

he rested his chin on your shoulder from behind, snaking his other arm around your waist to hold you still while the one between your legs worked the arousal out of you carefully. two digits rubbing against your folds, wiping the insides of your lips with the tips. you could feel a huge portion of your slick gathering at your entrance, threatening to blob on the floor any moment. but his hungry hand went for it first — he used his entire palm to wipe it off and then held it tightly pressed against your cunt for a few moments.

“s-shit”, you hissed, head falling down.

lifting the hem of your shirt you watched as his fingers peeked from in front. it was such an obscene view — your entire pussy inside his massive palm.

“can’t have you making a mess here, my darling. it’s the kitchen after all — it’s where we eat”, he pulled his hand away only to smear your slick all over his cock with a few slow strokes.

“says the man who’s fucked me on every possible surface in this very kitchen”

“almost every surface — i didn’t fuck you by the coffee machine, you see”, the smug in his voice was evident, “gotta fix that now. you just stay still and pretty the way you are”

bending his knees he lowered himself just enough to sneak his cock between the gap of your legs and brought your thighs together with his hands forcing them to clench around him. you smiled after realizing what he was up to. “can you cum from this?”, you looked at him over your shoulder.

“i can cum just by being next to you, my darling”, he breathed out a moan at the friction around his throbbing cock, pushing himself forward and effortlessly sliding across your sopping cunt all thanks to the little prep sesh from before.

“oh, f-fuck—“, satoru quivered when you took his tip poking out from in front and pressed it against your clit. “—fuck”, squeezing your thighs, bringing them more together, he settled into a rhythm of slowly drawing his hips back and forth into the slippery crevasse between your legs. “keep holding it like that… please, my love—it makes your lips kiss my cock”, he groaned through yet another slow thrust forward. the squelching noises, too, they were fucking with his brain. the vast ocean of you was right before him, yet he was only dipping his feet. regardless, it felt so fucking good.

“of course, baby”, you breathed, holding his cock flat against yourself from the underside — helping the upper side grind harder against your pussy, rubbing it on your clit each time he pushed himself forward. you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched his cock go in and out of the gap of your thighs swiftly.

“nghh..”, satoru moaned, his breathing now shallow as he felt the tingles at the base of his shaft. the tension rising in his groin rapidly, he wasn’t sure if he could endure a few more strokes without busting his balls out. “i’m sorry, love… don’t think i can hold it back…”, sweat dripping down his face and onto the back of your shoulder, he was desperately trying to keep his load under control as part of him was guilty that he was about to finish first.

“shh”, you hushed, rocking your hips against him to match his pace, to help him out. “you can cum, baby — do it for me”

your words were almost the end of him, but he managed to stop himself and paused his ministrations. pulling back from you slightly to spread his legs a bit more and grab a hold of his throbbing cock to guide it into your entrance and slowly slide it in.

“fuck” — he wasn’t even halfway in when all the tension in his balls suddenly released. he let out a loud groan, body slightly spasming as he shot a hot glob of his cum inside you…

extra:

“see — when i cum there is no mess”, his hands circled around your waist from behind (cock still inside you)

“that’s because you unload inside me. besides you haven’t pulled out yet”, you snorted, placing your hands over his.

“i’m not pulling out, yet”, his lips kissed the top of your head. “but i will ask of you to walk with me to the table”

“hmm, and why would i do that?”

“i am going to eat you there, for breakfast”

[jellyfiishatr]

Being friends with them!!

a/n : just some friendly hang out sessions with the great spider four >_<★!!

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Characters : Miles Morales / Gwen Stacy / Pavitr Prabhakar / Hobie Brown

content : headcanon / fluff / platonic / pure silliness

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Miles Morales!! (Small Ganke mention!!)

☆ study sessions with these two ofcourse

☆ ^and by study sessions I mean Miles is doing work and Ganke's been done and has been playing videos games since you came over to their dorm

☆ Miles asks for help with English, and you ask for help with whatever you're missing

☆ if not study sesh, then definitely out and about spray painting a new wall

☆ ^I can imagine late night talks with him after he's finished a piece are very heart to heart, he loves to speak his mind to you and hopes you do aswell

☆ I can imagine you meeting his parents are a little nerve wracking since he's mentioned that they didn't like ganke or Gwen

☆ so you tried to be as respectful and kind to them as you possibly could (probably also kissing up to them idk I would too)

☆ if you also do art, you guys compare drawings and give eachother advice on what you need to work on

☆ ^definitely the type to steal your notes and draw in them during class

☆ ^will also steal said notes for a week and forger he has them till your banging on his door in the middle of the night before your assignments due and those notes are very much important to you

Gwen stacy!!

☆ it took a long time for her to actually consider you a friend, a lot of the time you just stayed following her and talking

☆ ^anything you said in those few months prior to her considering you a friend, went through one ear and out the other

☆ She's definitely a teaser, making fun of you in a friendly manner

☆ movie night, or weekly sleepovers at one another's house is a must with her

☆ ^she says she's into horror/action but is really into romcoms, she won't admit that outloud though

☆ I feel like she's really bad at cooking so teaching her how better her cooking skills has definitely happened once or twice

☆ ^she loves when you make her lunches, she usually buys you lunch for the next two days in return

☆ when she's playing the drums you usually sit right outside her window with headphones because she's likes to have her room shut off

☆ ^but she still wants to hang out so she makes you wait outside for about an hour till she's done and has you back inside for dinner

Pavitr Prabhakar!!

☆ Study sessions pt2!

☆ he's a straight A, top of the class student. He doesn't really need to do homework because he does it in class

☆ he does help you with yours though, especially if you're failing

☆ early morning walks, he's an early bird and makes you walk with him because "It's good for the mind!"

☆ if you're not an earlybird, you're grumbling the entire walk about how it's a "weekend" and how "you do this everyday pavitr" and how "you need to stop making me do this"

☆ he doesn't understand whatever you're trying to say and pushes you lightly the rest of the walk (that last part definitelywasnt written by pavitr, no definitely not)

☆ he loves to rant about his girlfriend, talking about how they sneaked out and went on a late night walk that week

☆ if you have an s/o you're definitely talking about them with pavitr, telling him all about them

☆ he's definitely a dog person, he always has a dog following him no matter what

☆ you guys are walking to school? There's a dog right behind you. Hanging out at his house? There's a dog right outside his bedroom window. LITERALLY IN SCHOOL?? A DOG HAS WALKED IN DURING THE MIDDLE OF CLASS AND SAT DOWN NEXT TO HIM WHILE THE TEACHER WAS AWAY

☆ ^everyone think he just has some sort of dog treats on him always but it's really from just recognizing his face from him always feeding them, such a sweetheart

Hobie Brown!!

☆ draws on your hand a lot

☆ ^you always have faded sharpie on you no matter what because of him

☆ you tease him for his accent constantly, saying "pip pip cheerio," or "ello luv." In the most horrible accent ever

☆ You have to go to protests or big government events with him, whether you're political or not he's dragging you along

☆ Always has little trinkets for you everytime you hang out

☆ hang outs in an abandoned building are a daily thing

☆ ^he's probably made you carry a big couch for him to put in a new hang out spot because he said he "knew a place."

☆ he did infact know a place

☆ the playlist guy, he's the one with fire songs to hype everyone up at rallies/protests

☆ knows how to design, outfits, or banners whatever. He knows how to do it right

☆ you'll always have heart to heart conversations with him, early in the morning, mid-day, or late at night

☆ if you ever bring up the topic, "you think we're friends in another universe?" He just looks at you and nods (I've mentioned this before in my hobie hcs)

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[pogueswrld]

How about requesting for Harry, you and Harry are seeing each other but keeping it on the low and between free periods you pull him to make out and dry hump each other until he come in his pants

*•.¸♡ shadow kisses ♡¸.•*

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

summary: EVERYONE’S OF AGE!! harry doesn’t know how to act when he wakes up desperate for his girlfriend’s touch, and yet he has to spend the entire day without her by his side. By the end of it, he’s almost ready to lose his mind for a kiss, thankfully she’s got other plans ;)

warnings: (everyone’s 18 here) hot harry 😩 this is gonna be nsfw so; make-out sesh, built-up sexual tension, vulgar language (?), dry humping, semi-public.

note: LEGIT LOSING MY MIND. GOING FERAL SO BAD RIGHT NOW. ANON ILYSM TJSHSJSJHDHD

Dating the Chosen One definitely has its downsides, especially when no one knows, but it also had its perks.

Like sneaking into dark rooms with greedy hands and short breathes, or side glances from across rooms and tables.

It was exhilarating, truly, and it seemed like neither one of the teenagers was able to get quite enough of the other, because at the end of each day, they’d find each other in the common room with bouncing legs and fidgeting hands, waiting painfully for it to empty so they can be in each other’s arms again.

Today was the same, except Harry had awoken with the desperate need of Y/N’s touch, the realization made him let out a groan of embarrassment, and he continued to regret it after Ron and Seamus started making fun of him for it. He chucked a pillow at their heads while using another one to press against his crouch. 

He was embarrassed and had to shower in freezing cold water to calm down, but his minimal effort went down the drain when the boys went down to breakfast and his first sight was her, in her knee-long skirt brushing up her thigh, and her tie squeezing around her neck. Immediately, his face went up in flames as his mind wandered to the previous night, when he had her on her knees before the fireplace in the common room, the way her eyes glistened as she looked up at him with adoration. Suddenly the room was on fire and his shirt was suffocating and his tie was choking him.

He cleared his throat as he took his place beside Ron and Hermione, adjusting his pants as he tried to sit down comfortably. His mistake was looking up in her direction, only to find her already staring up at him with glowing eyes and a spoon buried in her mouth. She looked like the absolute embodiment of mischief, and he almost whined at the hungry look in her eyes.

He couldn’t stop her on the way to class for a quick hug or even a kiss because they didn’t share the first three classes together, and Harry cursed his luck. He couldn’t believe he’d have to spend four hours without her near, and the longer he spends away from her the more painful sitting still got. The slightest move caused friction and he has to physically hold himself back from whimpering. He’s only grateful for the robe draped across his shoulders, without it he would’ve been long caught.

By the fifth hour, Harry could almost cry just from the sight of her, and when he takes a quick sweep around the hall to make sure there was no one to spot him dragging her away, he turns back to her, his fingers wrap around her wrist, and tugs her into a dimmed hallway.

Immediately, Y/N grabs his face with her free hand and smashes her lips against his. Harry, for the first time that day, let out a high-pitched whine at the warmth of her lips against his cold ones. He let go of her wrist and grabbed her waist instead, tugging her as close as he can get her, desperate for anything from her.

“Please,” he whines against her mouth, and it sends electric shots down her body and straight to her core. “I need you, darlin’ please.”

She whines, and her hands go from cupping his face to tugging off his robe. Harry helps her let go of it, but he’s more focused on her and her body than taking off his clothes, so he pulls at her tie until it comes loose, then quickly makes his way down her button-up shirt, all while groaning and whining when she grinds herself against him. He tugs her shirt out from under her skirt before pushing it apart, exposing her bra-covered chest, he whines again before pressing a soft kiss against her lips, then making his way down her neck.

Y/N melts, she arches her back when he gets to her chest and grips his forearms when his teeth graze the bra’s fabric before tugging it down, and she moans when his hot breath meets her nipples.

Her hips continue their desperate crusade of grinding against him, and she can feel him through his trouser. She’s almost tempted to reach down and squeeze him, just to tease him, but he pushes her against the wall while scattering love bites across her chest.

She’s heaving as she soaks through her panties, and her gasps turn into moans with his name. Harry’s eyes squeeze shut, and he lets out another whine of her name, “Do you have any idea what I’ve been thinking about all morning?” he mumbles as he grinds up against her core, and a moan escapes him at the momentary relief he receives. Y/N huffs a sigh when both of his hands tighten around her hips, pulling her closer to him as he continued to brush himself against her. “I think I have a pretty clear idea.” she gasps.

Harry shakes his head as he buries it in the nook of her neck, “You,” he says, “I’ve been thinking about you. Touching me, kissing me, holding me,” he gasps when she arches her back, pushing herself against him, “I’ve thought about you on your knees, like last night, sucking me off.” his voice was hoarse and low, his eyes were closed and Y/N remembered the marvelous sight of him from the night before, completely coming apart at her hands, shaking and whining her name. She moans.

“I thought about you pushing me down on that couch, I thought about you getting on top of me and using me for your own pleasure,” the thought, the image, passed his mind once again, and he didn’t hold back the moan that bubbled up his throat. His hold on her tightened, “I need you,” he gasps, “I need you so bad.”

They were humping each other now, the pieces of fabric were the only borders separating them from one another, and Y/N was getting desperate for his touch all over, she wanted him all over. “Harry please, touch me,” she whines, and his knees almost buckle.

He pulls her off the wall and she wraps her legs around him, he turns them around and slides down the wall, allowing her to have full control over the pace of their grinding. She gasps when she pushes herself down on him, and he leans back on one arm while the other holds her hips tightly. He dares a glance down to where she’s desperately moving on him and Harry lets out another whine when he notices a darkening patch on her panties slowly marking up his dark trousers.

He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it, and from the way she’s marking up his neck with soft kisses and gasps of his name, he’s certain it won’t be much longer. When she reaches down between them and presses her hand against the bulge of his pants, that’s when he snaps. Both of his hands shoot up to her forearms and hold her tight, pausing her actions as he uncontrollably jerks upwards, his movement repeatedly bumps into her clothed clit and she throws her head back at how good it feels.

He stills after a minute and buries his face in her chest in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, his chest heaving, and it takes Y/N a minute before she’s giggling in realization. She cups his jaw and slowly pushes his face off of her chest, his ears and cheeks going a bright shade of pink, “Harry Potter, did you cum in your trouser?”

Harry groans in embarrassment and hides his face in her hands, the heat transmits to her hands and she’s laughing. “Don’t laugh at me!” he whines, and she continues, “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself! You’re adorable when you’re shy, Potter.”

He rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her into a hug, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise love.”

[k0yaz]

Alright, how about some DRV3 smut/light-fluff headcanons for Kaede, Miu, and Tsumugi (separately) having a mutual masturbation session with their male s/o

drv3 mutual masturbation hcs

Pairings: kaede akamatsu, miu iruma, tsumugi shirogane x male!reader

CW: nsfw, amab reader, mutual masturbation (OBVIOUSLY), miu iruma (yes, she is a content warning atp.), FREAKY ASS SHIIII, very heavy nsfw like very, inventions for horny purposes, passing out, praise

A/N: IM GONNA BE SO FR I WAS SCARED TO WRITE THIS BC I THOOGHT ID FUCK IT UP BUT IM NOT A PUSSY SO YAYAYSYS

At first, Kaede would be slightly nervous to indulge in something like this with you. Mostly embarrassed.

You’d have to reassure her that you wouldn’t judge and that the two of you were just experimenting. You let her know that she didn’t have to do this if she didn’t want. Eventually, she works up the courage to agree doing this with you.

During these sessions, Kaede enjoys it when the two of you face each other. There was something intimate about way both of you heaved heavy breaths while pleasuring yourselves. It usually brought the feeling that the two of you were doing this to each other instead.

Her breaths slow and labored as her hand dips between her parted thighs, circling her clit slowly. Kaede’s head is slightly tilted back as she squeezes her eyes shut, beads of sweat piling against her forehead.

If you gently gesture her to open her eyes, they’d soften slightly upon seeing your own heavy lidded expression as your hand pumped your cock.

Often times, her eyes would dart between your legs to help herself out.

She’s the type to ask you if the two of you could finish at the same time, holding herself back if you weren’t about to come just yet.

When you two are done, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE praise her and tell her she did good

Cuddle my sweet girl or smth please ‼️

On the other hand, Miu is absolutely bratty and insufferable during your sesh.

Constant. CONSTANT teasing when you bring it up.

Or maybe she’d bring it up first. This woman’s a freak fr so we’d never know who asked first.

Well obviously she’d agree almost immediately

Would definitely try and bring one of her inventions into bed. Probably an abnormally fast mechanical cockring to help you get off. Or maybe even an…oddly shaped vibrator (COUGH COUGH THAT ONE SPRITE OF HER.)

Once you two are finally in bed, Miu is absolutely a moaning mess, it almost sounds fake. She’d sneak glances at you as she’s fingers deep inside her own cunt, and snap at you if your eyes are closed—insisting that you have the honor of looking at her “goddess body.”

Any position is good with her, but on the condition that you have to have a perfect view of her legs parted and her sopping pussy.

She ends up bringing atleast one of her inventions regardless of what you say.

Definitely contemplating reaching over and jacking you off herself once you start getting tired, but held herself back.

Does not stop after just one orgasm. Makes you go for atleast 3-4 rounds of getting yourself off. This freak is drooling while you do this too.

After she’s done…you have to cuddle her cause she’s passed out from the fact that she brought her own demise with her inventions.

Miu is such an ass tho I love her sm

Surprisingly, Tsumugi is the most “unsure in how she’s doing” one?? Like more than Kaede- Okay that might have been a shitty headcanon but that’s how I feel so ha

I genuinely think this woman can’t do a full masturbation sesh yk? I’ll elaborate what that means later but she doesn’t hesitate or contemplate further on it when you ask. In fact, I feel like she COULD bring it up herself, but not likely.

Strangely enough, she’d sit between your legs facing away, so that her back is flush against your chest. It provides a strange sense of security to her.

She’d sigh softly as she noticed your hand stroking your own cock in the corner of her eye as she slipped her middle finger into her pussy, eyes heavy lidded and mouth hung open.

She would grind her hips back to meet yours, hoping for a feel of your dick as she fingered herself. You on the other hand can’t help yourself, and buck your hips forward as your hand works along your cock.

As your tip brushes against her back, she’d breathe out shakily out of enjoyment.

Remember when I said she couldn’t do a full masturbation sesh? Well that’s cause you two end up having full on sex. She ends up not being able to hold back and straddles your waist, slipping herself onto your cock.

After you two are done, she falls asleep on your chest, breathing ragged and uneven.

Hey bonus points if she keeps her glasses on lol

A/N: mr requester person don’t get mad if I admit this and I mean no shade towards the request but if I’m being fr I didn’t enjoy writing this request as much but I don’t hate it like I was okay with writing it but I didn’t enjoy it iykwim sorry 😞😞

But there’s nothing wrong with this req so no worries it just felt weird to write cause yk I’m a skittle squad member so writing for male reader especially smut is awkward 😭😭

OK HAVE A GOOD DAYYY HOPE U LIKED IT

[fourmula1]

summer of cum day 2: thigh fucking

(previous days)

yuki tsunoda/michael italiano. 688 words.

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Whatever his driver does, Michael does.

That’s always been his philosophy. When he asked something of Daniel training-wise, Michael did it as well. It’s the same with Yuki. If he wants Yuki to have an early night in, Michael’s going to bed early too. He’s leading by example.

The problem, however, is that where Daniel was pretty easy to motivate, Yuki is no fan of training and most of the sessions are whines and complaints and pouts and puppy dog eyes and Michael is… torn between being fondly endeared and frustratingly exasperated.

Normally Michael can motivate Yuki with the promise of a good stretching sesh, maybe a massage, and definitely great food but today he’s petulant and complainy and Michael’s on edge about it.

“Focus!” He says as Yuki’s form slouches on the stationary bike. Yuki pouts but rights himself, sending a glare Michael’s way.

“I’m too horny to focus,” Yuki whines and Michael can’t help the surprised guffaw he laughs out. Yuki is nothing if not blunt and honest to a fault. “It’s not my fault your arms are all huge and in my face,” he continues and Michael just laughs.

It’s been a thing. For them. It was never even remotely close to a thing with Daniel. They were firmly in the friends-and-colleagues category and neither wanted anything more from the other. Daniel had long been with Max, anyway, by the time Michael’d come on as his trainer.

But Yuki was young and free and wild and persuasive when he really wanted something. And he often wanted Michael. Michael couldn’t deny that it was hot. He just shook his head from his position next to Yuki on his own bike, pedalling away and lifting his shirt to wipe his sweaty face. And maybe give Yuki a peek.

“And your abs!” Yuki whined next to him, Michael grinning all the while as he slowed his pace and glanced around the gym. The only other person in there was over by the free weights and Michael was pretty sure they could sneak off to the locker room. He should really make Yuki finish his workout but he supposed some shower cardio would make up the difference.

“Come on,” he said as he slowed his pace before getting off the bike, smirking when Yuki did not even hesitate to bound off the bike.

Stripped down in the shower stall, steamy water rinsing away sweat and grime, Michael slid his hands up the smooth pane of Yuki’s back to curl around his shoulders, hold him tight as he fucked between Yuki’s thighs. No lube meant they couldn’t fuck for real but this was enough – Yuki’s thighs pressed together, his hands braced on the slick shower wall as Michael’s cock grinded in between his legs and pressed up against the back of Yuki’s balls.

“Shhh,” he cautioned when Yuki whined, braced himself on his forearm instead so he could slip a hand down to jerk himself off. “Make yourself come,” Michael instructed, knowing that was the one thing he told Yuki to do that Yuki would do without complaint.

Michael moved a hand to Yuki’s hip, holding him firm as he grinded up between his legs. It was quick and dirty in the shower, both keyed up at the thought of being caught. The height difference made it a little difficult too, Michael having to hunch down, but they’d long ago figured out what worked for them.

Michael watched Yuki turn his head to bite against his arm, watched his body tense up as he came, watched it swirl the shower drain before he was right behind. Michael pulled back to get his hand around himself, jerking quickly until he came over Yuki’s back with a groan.

“Fuck,” he sighed out, Yuki turning around to face him. He indulged when Yuki reached up to slip his arm around Michael’s neck and pull him down into a kiss.

“Now lunch,” Yuki insisted, breaking into a laugh that Michael couldn’t resist to join.

[dumbblond3]

Ellabs x Reader Drabble under the cut!!!

I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and honestly I didn’t really proofread this so please ignore my mistakes!! Also this is my first time really posting my writing so I hope you like it💗

18+ Content Minors DNI

Ellabs who go to the same college as you.

Ellabs who you separately watch from afar before eventually realizing the pair is together. Abby being in one of your classes sitting a few rows ahead of you and offering kind smiles anytime your eyes meet. Ellie being the seemingly elusive cool girl (secret loser) you sneak glances at around campus.

You finally catch onto their relationship on a night out. You happened to be at the same bar as the couple and you once again find yourself staring at the two only this time they were together. Bodies intertwined and teeth clashing you find them roughly kissing in your search for the bathroom. You quickly walked away with your cheeks hot.

Part of you was saddened at the realization but then again the odds of you getting with either of them were beyond slim. Or at least that’s what you thought.

Suddenly your shared glances with abby occur more often and your sightings of Ellie around campus increase.

Then one day at your favorite campus coffee shop Ellie actually approaches you. She asks if she can pay for your drink as she formally introduces herself. Turns out you two actually have quite a few mutual friends and you end up exchanging numbers. You do the same with Abby as later on she’s asking if you want to study together for an upcoming exam.

While the newfound attention is confusing you’re definitely not complaining, and when you go over to Abby’s for your study sesh you’re not entirely surprised to see that Ellie is also there promising not to bother you two as you work. After a few hours of true studying and the occasional praise from Abby when you get a practice question right (that leaves you with butterflies you pretend not to feel) Ellie comes in to drag you two away from the books saying you both need to relax.

You end up on the couch between them wondering why they wouldn’t prefer to sit next to each other. Ellie puts on some movie you’ve never heard of and one that frankly you don’t care to watch as you’re too preoccupied with Abby’s strong thigh pressed to yours and Ellie’s arm around you resting on the back of the couch. You can’t help but squirm between them wishing this would either end or lead to more. Thats when Abby leans in to ask “What’s wrong hun? You seem… stiff”. You desperately try to hide your embarrassment when Ellie chimes in “Yea don’t worry babe we don’t bite”. You give the pair a tight smile and a whispered I’m fine before trying to occupy yourself with the movie once again. However Abby pipes up “You know we’ve been wanting to do this with you for a while. Hang out that is” before you can voice your thoughts Ellie’s saying “Mhmm saw you so many times around campus. Was honesty wondering when you’d make a move”. The surprise is already evident on your face but Abby takes it further looking at Ellie as she says, “Who knew that all along we were talking about the same pretty girl?”

The next few moments are a blur of Abby tilting your head in her direction and Ellie pressing into you from behind as your senses are completely overwhelmed. It’s not long until they have you in their bed drooling around Abby’s thick fingers as Ellie uses hers to make you cum.

Your sweaty back pressed to Abby’s bare chest as she whispers encouragement in you ear “Good girl that’s it honey taking us soo well”. Her fingers in your mouth and thumb underneath your chin have a tight hold keeping your gaze on Ellie as the pumps her fingers in and out. “So fucking tight baby you been waiting on us to fuck you huh? Just knew that we’d do it right”. Their filthy words have your mind turned to mush as you numbly nod along to their words. The sounds of your squelching core and Abby’s hot breath on your cheek as she coos in your ear works to send you over the edge.

As you lay there still spasming and whining around the fingers inside of you Ellie leans up to give your forehead a sweet kiss as Abby lets you know “We’re not done here yet sweetheart”.

It’s safe to say the attraction you felt from afar was mutual😊

[skelly-words]

JJK characters at the smoke sesh

SFW

I was smoking so I thought of this, just some little headcanons.

It's kind of reader insert because 'you' being there is implied, but not romantic, or just ignore it if that's not your thing.

also, I'm new to posting my writing on tumblr, so let me know if I'm doing anything wrong and what I should be writing, anyway... HCs

Gojo

Do NOT give him aux, not that his music taste is bad, but he'd purposefully play some wacky bs (think Minecraft remixes and bad SoundCloud rap) just to piss off everyone else.

He gets the giggles when he's high, everything is funny and he's crying a little from how much he laughs.

Gojo's tolerance is so low that he's only in the rotation for the first couple of bowls. (guys I can't roll, but we get creative with the DIY bongs.)

He brings snacks, but they're all sweet and he eats most of them.

Talks the whole group into playing dumb party games (truth or dare, would you rather, 20 questions). And he's fully invested too. Nobody else actually cares and he's standing there scolding you, "no it's important. If you had to pick one of us to go, who would it be, me or Nanami?" Cries when everyone picks him.

Geto

Here's the better music option. I can't say exactly what he'd play because it's different every time. He has a playlist for every mood.

Brings the savory snacks, most of them are spicy. I think he'd also pull up with a tupperware of leftovers too, but just for him. There's never enough for everybody, but maybe you could talk him into giving you a few bites.

He'd start doing random conventional tasks so incredibly wrong. Geto would be baked, and just stand up to start doing laundry. As long as you keep him away from the kitchen, he's fine.

The English language no longer exists. He just makes up words that sound similar to the intended definition. Mixes these in with his long-winded monologues about life or when he's trying to convince you to let him use the stove.

He's a lighter stealer, don't let it out of your sight or it'll disappear. He'll help you look for it too, until someone just offers theirs (which will also be stolen).

Nanami

Quiet. He's just in his own head.

The only one man enough to text the plug (even if he sounds like a fucking cop, he does his best).

Does not condone underage smoking, these are his loose college years. So if you're under 21 (sorry broski) gtfo.

He zones out a lot, just staring at the floor.

Swears up and down that he's not high when he's been counting the floorboards for the past twenty minutes.

You also have to keep him out of the kitchen because Nanami doesn't want cheetos, he needs REAL food. But if you let him cook before he smokes, the munchies are immaculate.

The only time you'll see his hair messy. It's like the hair gel gives up after the first hit.

Shoko

She starts eating the snacks before you've even packed the first bowl. Also stashes her favorites for later before anyone else can get to them.

Funks up the function with her cigarettes too. Everyone groans when she pulls her pack out.

Highest tolerance of the group, or maybe she just keeps it together the best even when she's tripping.

And she never passes that shit either (it's okay 'cause she's pretty). Whoever's next to her is getting straight ash.

Utahime

She's only there when Shoko is so she can have a Satoru buffer.

She'll get all soft and sappy though, complimenting random features and attributes of whoever's shoulder she's leaning on.

Honestly, really nice to be around.

She also likes sweets as munchies, but it kinda works out because she and Gojo only get along when they're stoned.

Gets bullied into getting fast food when the snacks run out.

Mei Mei

She only smokes girl blunts, rolls them herself, and doesn't share.

Probably doesn't even come most of the time.

She doesn't talk to anyone until she's hungry, and then all of a sudden gets friendly as she sneaks a hand into the pretzel bag you're holding.

[bunnyrafe]

𓊆ྀིSKATER!RAFE & CUTESY!READER HEADCANONS𓊇ྀི

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. full moodboard f!reader, mentions of drugs & drug use, possessive behavior, violence, daddy kink, casual dominance, suggestive.

♥︎ — you two officially met at a party. your friends had forced you to see if he had any spare weed you could buy off of him. you were visibly mortified as you pulled a few twenties out of your designer wristlet, and that’s when rafe decided to ask where you boyfriend was since he’s seen you two at parties on the cut before… he was more than happy to find out you were officially single again. especially when you were in such a skimpy dress. you exchanged numbers that night after a few drinks and some nasty grinding on the dancefloor, and the rest is history.

♥︎ — always finds a way to keep you happy. he’s paid for your nails, random shopping sprees, impromptu weekend getaways… when you ask him how he manages to pay for it all he tells you not to worry your pretty, little head about it before giving you a honeyed kiss. he knows a girl like you loves to be spoiled— loves to have cute and shiny things ‘n he’ll do anything to make that happen!

♥︎ — rafe is a very jealous boy. bringing you around his skate friends brings out a side to him that forces a shiver down your spine about 80% of the time. he holds you so close to him, nearly has you in a chokehold in the middle of a smoke sesh. he seems to be analyzing everyone and the way they interact with you, or even just look at you. it’s been the root of many arguments, as you don’t want him to think you’d just let some idiot sweep you off your feet. but that doesn’t stop him from attempting to fuck any little voice in your head telling you to leave him directly out.

♥︎ — definitely has beat the fuck out of your ex without you even knowing at first. the two of them got into it at a bar after said ex uttered something about you being a slut. you’re only a slut for rafe. long story short your precious boyfriend ended up in kildare county jail for the night and refused to tell you why for a bit.

“Rafe,” you huff. You’re sitting on his board. Your hands are wrapped around one of his own, tugging on his arm to catch his attention, “I wanna go home already.”

At first you were having fun. Rafe was guiding you around with his hands on your hips, helping you learn to board and sneaking kisses here ‘n there. You wouldn’t trade your moments like that for anything in the whole world…

But now it’s hours later and you’re still at the skatepark. You fear if you’re not home in the next hour you may turn into a mega-brat. Your pout grows even more when you overhear his friends chatting about some party that’s a few blocks away they want to hit up. Fuck no.

Rafe looks down at you with his eyebrows furrowed, but a toothy grin pulls at his lips— “You need to learn what patience is.”

“I have patience,” you bite back.

It’s then that you let go of his hand. You opt for clinging to his leg instead, scooting yourself forward on the board just a bit to wrap your arms around his thigh. Nuzzling your face into his jeans, you realize how petulant you’re being but you don’t really care— “Want alone time, daddy.”

And you really do. You want snuggles. You want to lay in bed and get stoned in the privacy of your own bedroom. You want him to rearrange your guts until you’re clawing at the sheets and drooling all over them— You want your daddy. In all honestly, you’re prepared to throw a tantrum if need be.

Rafe curses under his breath and pets your head. How can he deny you when you’re this sweet? When you’re the bestest girl to grace the Earth? What kind of monster would he be? It takes everything in him not to scoop you up right there, board and all, and run to the car with you.

You loosen up your grip on him once you realize he’s crouching down to your level, pressing a kiss to both your warm cheek and your pouty lips in the process.

“Fine. You win, kid.”

©BUNNYRAFE 2024

[st4rbwrry]

sapiosexual. eren yeager.

warnings . . . fem!reader, stoner!eren, jealous!eren, face fucking <69>, oral <f received>, cervix kissing, slapping <titties, face, ass>, hair pulling, finger sucking, overstimulation, degrading, praising, spit play, reader creams, brief daddy kink, eren is feral af, aftercare for us softies.

mocha’s note . . . thank you to that anon who says this song reminds them of eren. i can’t stop playing it now. been on repeat for days.

“yo,” is the first way eren greets you, nodding his head as he brushes past you after you open the back door, sneaking him into your home late in the afternoon, already smelling of weed with his hands stuffed into his black hoodie, the hood over his dark brown hair as he chews his gum. he remembers to take off his shoes so he wouldn’t track mud over the house, grabbing them and hiding them in the closet in case your parents came home early. he’s lightly coated with rain, the mixture of it with his cologne fanning over the area.

“hey,” you softly smile, eren taking one hand out to do your signature handshake, slapping them side by side, sliding your palms together before snapping your fingers.

“what’s good with you?” his gruff voice asks, already walking upstairs to your room.

“nothin’ much, classes been busting my ass,” you shrug, following behind him. you lock your door and find him sitting in his usual spot when the two of you hang out for a smoke sesh. comfortably leaning back in your gaming chair with his thighs spread, his brown hair falling to his shoulders.

“you’re rewatching this shit again?” eren grumbles about the series thats on your screen, nodding and smiling like an idiot, eren referring to the vampire diaries. you’re definitely on your tenth mark.

“i love it, you know this.”

“yeah,” he’s pulling out a honeybun flavored backwood along with his stash of weed, turning to your desk and doing what he usually does.

“you never let me roll,” you whine, eren turning to look you up and down, your black shorts practically swallowing your thighs and ass. his stare lingers before he breaks it away.

“your shit be fat,” he chuckles.

“fat and cute,” you roll your eyes. “it hits faster.”

“doesn’t.”

you take a seat on one of your beanbag chairs, knocking back the rest of your wine you had with dinner an hour ago and happily watching him roll, always intrigued by it. he side eyes you as he runs his tongue along the sheet, telling you to stop and finish enjoying your stupid show to which you throw your plushie at him as a result. you can tell his half buzzed by his body language, sort of sluggish and barely talkative. you switch to youtube and play a bunch of random music videos after he finishes, eren letting you hit first and laughing when you cough. you’re still learning. and you’ve only ever smoked with him like twice so far.

“clear out your throat like i told you. suck in your breath and then inhale it. hold it for ten seconds if you can, then release it.”

you follow his instructions, holding the blunt between your fingers like a cigarette and taking your puff. the elated look in your eyes makes eren happy, tapping under your chin with his hooked finger proudly. you pass it to him, and it continues until it’s nothing but a roach. you always start to feel it when you’re giggling too much. both of you relax and watch tv, eren not talking much which was kind of odd.

“found this polaroid of you at reiner’s,” eren says after a few minutes of silence. the word polaroid instantly made your heart stop, seeing the dark glare in his eyes as he pulls it from his hoodie pocket, giving it another look before showing you.

“why do you have it? jerk off to it or something?” you joke with a small laugh, only thing, he’s not laughing. his face remains straight, as if he’s mad about it. you raise your brow. “you did, didn’t you.”

“if you want the truth, I did,” he’s blunt about it, not unusual of him. it’s eren. “nutted so fuckin’ much, too.”

your cheeks grow hot, playing with the waist bead around your hip nervously. why’s he acting like this? “um, why are you telling me this?”

“why I nutted or why’d I take it?”

you roll your eyes. “both.”

“mhm, I don’t know,” he purses his lips. “saw it, thought you looked fuckin’ sexy, so I took it. the real question is—why did he have it?”

there was no point in lying. he’s your best friend, but reiner’s also your best friend—and his. he knew not to tell eren a fucking crumb of anything that went on between the two of you. eren didn’t take lightly to betrayal. you’ve known him for years, and he’s liked you for some time now. but to be honest, he’s a slut. even if you wanted to be with him you knew it wouldn’t work out because the man simply cannot keep his dick in his pants. he’s been trying to mess with you for some time now, especially after finding out that you make the majority of your bank from streaming on adult websites.

hey, can you drive me to the mall? i need some things for work.

work. you mean plastering your pussy on camera to millions of perverts. he remembers the text so vividly. the day even more memorable as he watches you buy ring lights, expensive ass camcorders and skimpy lingerie. you don’t know this, but he found one of your streams accidentally one night he was scrolling on the hub for the hell of it. you never wanted to tell him your user because you knew his obsession with you is already insane. you made sure to keep your face covered in a hot pink ski mask, but he noticed those lips of yours anywhere, plump like a bratz doll and that voice—that voice of yours he tries so hard to block out of his head.

“we did a video for my channel,” you say it so low he raises his brow and waits for you to say it clearer. you clear your throat, cottonmouth getting to you. “I asked him if he could film with me and we took pictures for the plot or whatever.”

eren spins the chair side to side with his legs, head tilted to the side as he ponders. “you fuck him?”

“I did.”

his jaw clenches instantly, iridescent eyes tinting to a darker shade as he slowly blinks one time. “it’s good you’re honest. I saw the video anyways. looked like you had a good time.”

your eyes bulge. “wait—huh? when?!”

“the butterfly on your ass was a dead giveaway,” he shrugs, completely ignoring you. “plus on the video where you deep throated your dildo, you were wearing the black babydoll I picked out.”

“oh my god, eren!” you gape at him, his bluntness overbearing sometimes. “you weren’t supposed to see that. fuck.”

“don’t worry, reiner didn’t show me, nor did he tell me,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “you really fucked him, y/n, really? my best friend? knowing how I feel about you?”

when he says it like that he makes you feel like the bad person. you swallow. “eren, nothing’s going on between us. it was just sex. didn’t mean anything. I promise it’s not going to taint the three of our relationships.”

he tongues his inner cheek. “both of you really have a lot of fucking nerve.”

and that’s when it’s your turn to get mad. “let’s not act like you ever had the ability to sit the fuck down and stop shoving your dick in anybody you walk by. you say you want me, say you have feelings for me, but then you turn around and fuck with other girls. explain that, because i’m confused.”

“oh, so we’re gonna act like all the times i’ve tried never existed?” eren’s leaning forward in his chair now, brows furrowed. “when I did try to only focus on you, it’s always a let down. you turn me down every time. you play dumb every time I touch you.”

“maybe because I didn’t want to have sex with you for that exact reason,” you fume, not expecting to get so pent up about it. “i know how you are. you think i don’t know you? i know you like the back of my fucking hand, eren. i’m sorry i was afraid to start anything with you in fear of you still fucking other women! it takes a lot to satisfy you. i’ve never seen you settle down and if you tried with me you’d probably fuck up a good thing.”

it’s silent for a while, the only sound being made was the creaking of the floor as he bounces his leg with agitation. he stares blankly at the floor.

“say something,” you ball your fists.

“come here,” eren rasps, taking his hands out his pockets and patting one of his thighs. without another thought, you’re crawling to him, sitting between his legs and glaring up at him with pouty lips, folding your arms around your midsection which plumps up your tits in your yellow tank top. eren bends down in his seat, his hair tickling your forehead he later kisses.

the soft gesture has usually been his form of i’m sorry. only this time he takes it further, softly wrapping his hand around your neck before lifting your head and locking his lips with yours. your eyes falter shut, savoring his taste, plump lips kissing him back as he grips you closer and deepens his kiss, groaning after tasting the cherry lipgloss on your lips. you weren’t expecting your body to grow this hot after a small makeout session, his lips like pillows and his masculine scent succumbing you. his pretty hair in your hand as you tuck the strands behind one of his ears and pick yourself up to kiss him harder, sloppier.

his thick tongue rushes over your own, swallowing your lips in his mouth and groping at your ass his hands snake down to play with. eren removes his mouth, pupils dilated and by now his dick is uncomfortably shielded in his jeans. he reaches down to unbutton his pants, keeping his eyes on you as you keep your hands to yourself momentarily, the sound of his zipper giving you excitement. you’ve seen his dick before, and that’s only because he had a few dick pics in his camera roll, being nosey on his phone. it was nice. but seeing it in person made your mouth water, squeezing your thighs together as he pulls his dick from his briefs, hard as fuck and leaking with so much precum. the head is a pinkish purple, shaft slightly wide with thick veins protruding on the base and sides. he’s circumcised, of course. about eight to nine inches. definitely a gut killer.

“suck my fucking dick,” he whispers gently, nearly wheezes the command, cheeks flushed already just from a few smooches. you watch him with fascination as he angles his head and spits on it himself before saying, “put your hands on it first.”

both of your hands reach for his dick, one resting above the other as you stroke after applying slight pressure, twisting both your hands as he holds your face in his hands, brows knitted. he hisses from your touch, complaining briefly that your hands are cold. you blame the temperature of your room.

“sorry.”

“s’okay, baby. open that pretty mouth f’me,” he sighs, drunkenly observing you as you widen your mouth, eren tracing them with his fingers before sinking them in, lowering his jaw from the warmth, his dick twitching in your hands.

“I like a lot of spit,” eren says, thrusting and twisting his fingers to prep your throat. your eyes water the deeper they sink, until you’re gagging on his fingers and he’s grinning when your saliva starts to pick back up, knowing weed gives you crazy cottonmouth. “sss, that’s it, there we go.”

he holds onto your jaw to ensure your mouth stays open, guiding you down to his aching dick you drool over, widening your jaw to accommodate him as he sits back and lets you work. his emerald eyes are closed, breathing through his nose as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head, stroking altogether with two hands. he spreads his thighs wider, your nose brushing onto his heaving stomach, the hood on his head slipping off since he can’t seem to stop moving.

“fuck, doing so good,” he hums, sucking on his lips as you take him to the back of your throat, eren putting his hand on your head to keep you there for a few seconds, whispering ‘yes, baby. take it all’ until you can’t anymore, lifting your head and panting over the head. he moans when you only suck on the tip, swirling your tongue around and taking his balls into your mouth next, sucking, eren making an inhumane noise before stopping you.

“ard, stop—fuck,” he pulls you off with a breathless laugh. you sit on your knees adorably before him, biting back your smile as you clean your face with your hand. you want to say something smart but you figured now wasn’t the time, his face switching quick as he stands to his full height, reaching his arms behind his back to pull his hoodie over his head, tossing it aside, the black shirt he wears underneath hiking up to give you a peak of his toned torso.

you stand up, the silver necklaces on your neck dangling as you bend slightly to pull down your shorts, bare underneath. you turn so he can see that cute butterfly tattoo on your ass he’s liked since the first time he saw it. holding your hand when you got it, now that he remembers. this same tattoo that reiner had his hands on as he gripped your ass and fucked you hard into this same exact bed he’d given a dirty look the instant he stepped into your room. his anger doesn’t suffice, coming behind you and smacking your ass, watching it jiggle and humming when you gasp.

“lay down, hang your head off the bed.”

your eyes nearly roll back, eren reading you so well as you take your spot on the bed, laying flat on your back, not before arching it on purpose just so he can catch a cute glimpse of your pussy, already wet and waiting for him. eventually, you’d known all along you’d fuck him, and you’re glad he understands your mutual frustration. more him than you. eren notices your act but doesn’t say a word, nonchalant face down packed. you’re on your back now, hanging your head off the edge of the bed like he asked, holding your knees up to your chest.

his skinny legs waltz towards you, veiny hand holding his cock after he shuffles his jeans down to his feet, admiring your body as he taps his dick on your lips. you dart your tongue out occasionally, eyes half-lidded, your high getting to you now along with the blood rushing to your skull.

“nasty fuckin’ whore,” eren grits, inching his body over you and letting his fingers explore your drenched cunt, spanking your clit three times before gently rolling the pads of his fingers over it, your moans unfortunately not foreign to him given his recent exposure to your naughty acts. “you can show reiner this, show millions of people this sweet lil’ pussy, but not me?”

again, you stay quiet, figuring he’s really just mumbling out words of frustration, not giving you a lecture. one thing he will do is give you a warning. show you that he’s perfectly capable to maintaining a relationship. that he can fuck you better than reiner. satisfy you. make you happy. only if you let him try.

“if you can’t breathe just tap my thigh,” the ball in his throat bobs as he swallows, sliding his dick into your mouth until he can see the outline of it in your throat, clutching your neck with one hand as he thrusts his sharp hips, hearing how sloppy you take him, gargling around his cock that hurts your jaw in the best way. he keeps his pace slow just so he can toy with you, slapping the side of your face after petting it and calling you his good girl.

“I like your throat. nasty as fuck. gonna beat your pussy til’ you wanna run. til’ you start scratching me. til’ you start crying and saying you can’t take it. but i’ll make you fuckin’ take it.”

you moan after every promise he makes, and you know he’s not lying by the growl in his tone, by the way he swivels his hips to fuck his cock faster, your hand coming to grip onto the back of his thigh, breathing through your nose and trying your best for him to handle it a little longer. he’s slapping your tits now, tugging your tank so it sits just under them, pinching at your perked nipples. he’s playing with your pussy more, running two fingers between your folds before dipping them into your hole and stretching you out, massaging your walls as you moan and he holds your knee still to keep your legs apart. at one point he slows his thrusts, pulling his dick out after you tap his thigh like he said, catching your breath only to choke once he begins strumming your clit like some sort of instrument. flicking at your clit until you’re crying and moving your hips frantically.

you’re becoming lightheaded, and eren knows your signals by now, studying your body in those filthy videos you make. what you like to do to yourself, how you like things done. how fast you cum. how hard you cum. how you scream, cry, curl your toes or whimper.

“f-fuck, eren. s’too much,” you whimper, clamping your legs shut over his arm, moving your head to the side to watch him. he makes matters worse as he spits over your pussy, thick tongue lolling out to lick, mouth sucking and tasting your juices with his eyes rolling back. dying to be familiar with this taste for the longest.

you squeal in shock as he picks you up by your waist, neck bending as you wrap your arms securely around his thigh, eren burying his face in your cunt, messily eating at it as his spit trails down your ass, sucking and rolling your clit in his mouth like his favorite candy. you scream as he starts fucking his tongue inside you, bobbing his head to dig it deep as possible. you scream when you cum, the elicit noises from him sloppily eating your pussy and moaning against you drives you there, your toes curling and your sounds high pitched, racing in his head.

he sets you back down, swiftly turning you around and spanking your ass as you tremble, biting at your plump lips and sniffling, your head all fuzzy. he turns you so you’re on your stomach, positioning you on your knees as your upper halve weakly lays flat, arms sprawled out. eren pulls the hair tie from his wrist off by his teeth, pulling his hair up into a bun as he dangerously makes eye contact with you. you smile into your shoulder blissfully, knowing he’s going to wreck your shit. tapping his head at your pussy with a wet pat pat a few times, he sinks inside you, your cunt swallowing and clenching him with ease, clit still beating from the previous orgasm.

eren has zero mercy for you, jaw locking as he puts all his weight into his hands that hold down your backside, rolling his waist like the fucking devil he was and fucking you hard, snapping his hips like he’s in heat. not jackhammering, or fucking like a rabbit, no—he’s fucking you. clapping his toned hips against your ass hard while keeping his pace slow.

“yes, daddy! fuck,” the word slips from your mindless brain, whining into your duvet and letting him use you, taking it without complaints. he’s kissing at your cervix, knocking against it like an animal. it hurt so good. you can feel your gut twisting, moaning as he wraps his fist around your hair and tugs your head back, wanting you to be bold about your statement, the pillows muffling you. he likes what you call him a little too much, grinning sadistically and pressing his lips to your ear, telling you to ‘call me daddy again. i like that.’

and you do. you do everything he tells you to. tears leak from your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation, cumming yet again after he tells you your pussy is fuckin’ my dick like she didn’t get enough from reiner. gushing on it like she’s fuckin’ crazy.

“fuckfuckfu—erennn,” by now you’re spent, hugging your pillows close as you dry heave and your eyes flicker white like the damn exorcist. skin clapping picked up when eren feels those butterflies in his stomach, folding your forearms behind your arched back before drilling quicker. your hands shake wildly in his grasp, trying to push him back, too stimulated for another orgasm. but it all felt too good. you’ll never take any other dick but his. he’s your new treat.

“unh, you creamin’ on my shit,” he hisses, smacking your ass as his green eyes focuses on his dick dragging in and out of you, your cum smearing along his dick in a pretty white. “ooh, shit. i’m cumming. lemme cum inside you. i’ll get you a pill. kay baby?”

he doesn’t do it until you agree with streams of yes’s, eren grunting as he spills his cum into you, keeping your ass up to his abdomen as he humps against you, grinding as if he could go any deeper. he’s just in love with how good you grip his dick, visibly seeing it. fuck, you make him a mess. he can’t seem to move, and neither can you, panting above you before smoothing his hands over your backside, smacking your ass once more and gently kissing at your temple, telling you good shit before pulling out. you laugh at him, body flaccid as his heavy steps could be heard, distancing from you.

eren finds a fresh rag and wets it with warm water, coming back to you to clean you up, holding your face in his hands to wipe away your tear stained face, now feeling embarrassed that you got that out of control. eren kisses you once again.

“should’ve filmed that for reiner.”

visual. visual. visual.

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[pyro-tf2-but-trans]

loved your general headcanons :D may I now request general tf2 merc x reader romantic relationship headcanons, if thats okay?

Yes of course!!

Scout- #1 most corny s/o you'll ever have. REALLY big on PDA, a lot of "oh yeah! this is MY partner!!!" He means well, if you're not a big fan of PDA he's gonna have a hard time figuring it out. He means well tho!! Expect a lot of movie dates too

Soldier- He's gotta be a CLOSE second on the corniest s/o. Again, a lot of "oh yeah! this is MY partner!!!" the difference between him and scout though is how much he brings it up and how much he just... openly adores you?? he brings you more goodies too. def a big gift giver. Expect a lot of gym dates or picnics

Pyro- Pyro is a little less dramatic with their undying love for you, but it's still very much there!!! She loves hugs and kisses and he's just like openly the most positive person you'll ever meet. Also a big gift giver. Expect a lot of picnics and movie nights.

Heavy- Heavy is the most gentle person on the planet. He loves it when you tell him you love him, and he'll do the same. Hell, he might even bring you to his knitting seshes* with demo if you want. He also definitely knits things for you. Makes food for you too. Expect lots of cooking dates

Engie- Engie is the best hugger!! And kisser!!! Please love him!!! it gets him off work!!! but actually yeah. He's a big workaholic, but you're a really good remedy for him. you might even be able to convince him to get a full night's rest! Remember that pecan pie* I mentioned? Well if hes off work, and he has the time, you will get to get a rare sighting of engie making some! he might even let you help him :). Expect lots of picnics, dinner dates, and just hanging out a lot when you can drag him away. oh yeah and guitar. lots and lots of cheesy love songs on guitar

Demo- Another big hugger and kisser and whatnot. Loves hanging around you two just being the light of each other's lives. Big on just existing together, think like everyone thinks ur just besties, and then out of nowhere you kiss and everyone's like "oh ok then" lmao. Expect lots of takeout dates and movie nights.

Medic- Another workaholic. But a lot easier to drag away from his work. He Falls in love when you baby talk his birds. Loves dancing with you, loves just existing with you. Sometimes hell call you for a "checkup" and then hell be all like "lmao ur fine I just wanted to hang out with you for a while". Expect a lot of dinner dates and dancing in the kitchen.

Sniper- He's real shy on PDA, but will occasionally sneak in a "did you find it, Love?"'s and "Take care of the camper while I'm out, Darling"'s But that's IT. Real clingy too, you can't be in a room alone for longer than 5 minutes without snipes ominously looming over your shoulder. But alone he's definitely more touchy, with lots of handholding and kisses. Expect lots of just cuddling, camping, and the occasional movie nights.

Spy- Spy has one rule in a relationship, Never, under any circumstances, use PDA. He hates it. But if it's any consolation it's for good reason. He doesn't want you or him getting hurt because somebody who didn't like him saw. But behind closed doors? Biggest puppy dog in the world. You couldn't fight his hands off you if you tried. It's just buildup from what he couldn't give you under eyes. Anyways 10/10 s/o would recommend. Expect lots of dinner dates and just dancing together.

[cafedanslanuit]

ALLIE. busts in through the door I have some ideas. Because you told us to send in prompts.. What about.. Making out prompts with the hq boys because I have the worst case of brainrot for them lately.

I was just thinking, you know, who'd be into some slow sensual make out sesh, or into the very soft cute session with little giggles and 'i love you's because they're so infatuated, or who just can't keep their hands to themselves and roam all over you out of love (or lust), or who'd sit you on their lap or who'd literally be on top of you etc etc please excuse my brainrot I love you Allie kisses

HELLO <3 i love this sm aaaaAAAA

bokuto: definitely a very eager kisser. sometimes you will feel his teeth and he will say he’s sorry but he’s just so!! damn!! happy!! loves to hold your face between his big hands and pepper your face with kisses until you’re laughing and adores when you run your hair through his hair

oikawa: make-out sessions with him are so sexy. you make fun of this mf on the daily (like he deserves) but there’s something so damn erotic in the way his lips trace your own, in the way his hand sneaks on your waist and his tongue. his kisses always leave you breathless and he knows it.

nishinoya: he’s the one who will giggle in between the kiss and his laugh is do damn contagious you’re quickly laughing along with him. tickle fights are usual during your make-out sessions and you can just feel how truly happy he is with you

kuroo: loves to kiss you when you’re lying on his bed and you’re on top of him. his hands are set on your waist and his kisses are slow, intense, deep and it’s almost as if he’s confessing his love over and over again. he will pull away, lips swollen and pupils dilated to whisper ‘i love you’ in a raspy voice. 

kageyama: loves to caress your hair while you make-out. whether it’s long or short his hands are always there. he’ll get embarrassed if he groans in-between the kiss but the thing is he gets really turned on when he feels your body so close to him. loves when you bite on his bottom lip to rile him further.

akaashi: kissing him is like kissing a prince istg. he’s so delicate in the way he kisses you and loves holding your hand and intertwining your fingers together. make-out sessions are extremely long and usually in his bed. he will definitely make pauses just to look at your face and caress your cheek with a small smile.

[undermattsun-archive]

wow skate rat suga would make me do some unholy things... my ass is definitely thinking

(skate rat) sugawara koushi x reader | w.c 1.4k

u-unholy? u can’t just say that,, sigh

18+ university age | pls read all warnings

tw sacrilegious, tw gaslighting (if u squint), tw dubcon (once again if u squint), tw face fucking, tw public sex, tw crying, tw oh god, tw once again DO NOT READ unless you are prepared for sacrilege

“We can’t be up here.”

You pull away from Suga, panting slightly, cheeks warming at the sight of him with scarlet, swollen lips and a sinful look in his eyes.

“Why not?” He mutters closing in to lick a stripe against your throat, you stifle a moan, shaking your head.

“Because we’re in a church! And I think there’s 5 o’clock mass,” you wiggle around in his lap, the bruising grip on your thighs telling you he has no intention of letting you go, “seriously Suga.”

“So? You didn’t have a problem bringing me up here in the first place, it’s fine you said no one comes up here anyway and we’ll be quick.” His smile is borderline innocent and most of all tantalizing, holding a promise of something ungodly and delicious.

“Promise? We’ll be out before mass?” You chew at your lip, a tingling feeling filling your chest at the hungry look in his eyes.

“Don’t you trust me?” You don’t, not in the slightest. But God, your curiosity is getting the best of you, a tinge guilt forces you to make a note to pray an extra rosary before bed. With a sigh, you nod your head and Suga relents his grip, letting you slide off his lap and kneel before him.

The tiny round window glows behind him with a golden light, sparking a false sense of awe at how it circles his head like a halo, how it makes him look almost holy seated before you on the pew. You watch silently as his hands make work of his zipper, pulling out his hardening length, the reddening head mouthwatering. You surge forward but just as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, his hand comes over to cup your cheek.

“Say it.” In an instance, the remaining hints of feigned innocence dissolves, his eyes darken with greed and his mouth twists into an almost sadistic smirk. You purse your lips and nod, guilt rippling through your body.

“Bless us o lord,” your tongue flicks over the head of his cock, “for these thy gifts,” you sink down halfway, pulling up quickly and keeping your lips pressed against the tip “which we are about receive,” you inhale shakily as a bit of precum smears against your lips, “from thy bounty,” you stick your tongue out swirling it around the tip, “through Christ, Our Lord.”

“Amen.” He muses, his fingers twisting in your hair is the closest to a warning you get, you let your jaw drop as he thrusts his up into your mouth. Tears sting at your eyes as you feel him hit the back of your throat, you try to relax, attempting to adjust to the sharp movements. He snickers as you gag and choke when the tip of his cock grazes the back of your throat, he holds your head there, revelling in the lewd sounds of you struggling to handle his cock crammed into your mouth.

“Cute.” He coos cruelly as he pulls you off, a thin string of spit attaching your lips to his cockhead. He gestures for you to stand up, and with a lick of your lips you rise slowly.

You know the drill, what comes next is shamefully familiar. You teasingly drag your fingertips up your thighs, hiking up your skirt, letting you hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties. You gradually inch them down, biting your lip at the way Suga’s eyes are pinned to the flimsy piece of clothing.

“Why thank you.” He plucks the article from your hands, offering another toothy grin before tucking them away into his back pocket. He pats at his lap so casually, as if he isn’t asking you to ride him in a church. You straddle his lap carefully, sliding his length against your slit, teasing your clit against his tip.

“Hold on.” He gums against your throat, nipping at it playfully as you feel a hand settle under your thigh while another snakes around to allow him to prod his fingers against your cunt. “Can’t have you screaming like last time.” You shiver at the memory of him fucking you without prep on that hidden bench on campus, your loud whines drawing the attention of campus security.

“Just, quickly okay?” You whimper as he pushes in his index and middle, scissoring them in a more methodical than pleasurable way. Without fail he continues to suckle along your throat, working his way down to your collarbone. He clasps his teeth down on the exposed skin as he retracts his fingers, shifting again so that he can grip his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

“Go for it.” He goads, leaning back against the pew, letting his slick covered fingers run up your thigh and settle on your waist. You roll your eyes at the command, but let yourself sink down on his length, thighs burning from how you’ve been tensing the muscles. He always lets you set the pace, he always lets you have just enough control to not scare you off, to keep you crawling back for more.

With a hand planted on his shoulder and the other gripping tightly to the front of his white Dickies shirt, you rock your hips, the wood of the pew singing in tune with each thrust.

You try to quicken the pace, trying to avoid the chance of being caught, but with the tightening hold on your waist and thigh, Suga makes it rather clear that no matter what, you’re at his mercy.

The sound of a door squeaking on hinges and the faint mumbling of chatter freezes your motions, panic rising in your throat as you widen your eyes at Suga. He looks eerily serene, as if the sins of your actions hold no weight, you shake your head frantically as his hands shift to dig into your waist. Another mock innocent smile spreads across his lips as he impales you on his cock, slamming into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your fingers fly into your mouth, biting down harshly to stifle the indecent sounds threatening to spill from your lips.

The pew groans below you two, but as people begin to file into the main hall of the church below, their chatter drowns out the immoral psalm of your bodies. His unyielding motions build that sinful pressure in the base of your core, you mumble his name as you drool onto your fingers, eyes squeezing shut as that heady and gluttonous sensation ravaged your body.

“We’re not done yet.” His declaration punctuated by him ripping your fingers out of your mouth and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He pulls you off of his length, forcing you onto your feet and spinning you around. He grabs at your waist, lifting your skirt and grinding his slick length against your ass.

“Might as well watch mass.” The words register late as he shoves you forward, your hands flying out to brace yourself against the rail, giving you a full view of the crowded hall below. The large golden crucifix fixed on the altar glaring back at you. Humiliation seeps into your skin, cheeks aflame at the depravity of the situation.

As shame fills your mind, you can’t help but let the tears stinging at your eyes spill over as Suga rams back into you. You dig your nails into the wooden bannister, the music of the opening psalm silencing the idle chatter, punctuating your misdeeds.

“Look, processions starting.” His lips graze the shell of your ear as he continues to pound so shamelessly into you. Your eyes focus through the tears at the priest and altar servers moving down the aisle, you shake your head again, unsure what you’re trying to communicate to the man taking you apart with each thrust.

“Gonna cum,” He drags his tongue against your ear, “c’mon, I know you want to, too.” He sneaks his hand across your waist, slipping his fingers through the waistband of your skirt, and down down, down, until his fingers are pinching and teasing at your clit.

“Hnn.” You slap a hand over your mouth, face searing as you clench down on his cock, pleasure crashing through you like a waterfall. Your body quivers as Suga’s hips stutter, you can’t help but bask in the sensation of him filling you with his cum. He pulls out slowly, twisting you around to face him, he smiles sweetly at you.

“I’ll catch you later, think I’m late to the sesh.” He pecks a kiss to your forehead as he tucks himself back into his pants, turning on his heel and leaving you leaning against the bannister to stew in your heathenous actions.

[thinwhitewritings]

A Shot and A Story - Ashton

Summary: Based off of that one video of Ashton bringing a fan on stage to take a shot with her for her birthday - can’t stop thinking of it and I need it. 

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk endeavors, lots of touching, crowds, mini makeout sesh

Rating: 18+ (no smut, a lil kiss kiss and some adult stuff but not smut)

This is unedited because I’m impatient. Enjoy!

You’d been dying to go to a concert for your birthday. Especially your twenty-first. A drink in your hand with music and friends - how could it be better? So, your friends all pitched in to get you guys floor seats to a 5 Seconds of Summer concert. You had all seen them live on your own but this would be the first time you went as a group, and it was beyond exciting, especially since they just so happened to have a show on your birthday. 

The only drawback had been it wasn’t in your hometown. You had to take a small trip to get to the city where they were performing, and somehow your parents had booked a hotel for the four of you who were going, a birthday gift they’d called it. You were surprised either way. The group checked into the hotel, which was just down the street from the venue, a few bars littered along the street - which you would hit at some point. If that was before or after the show, you didn’t care. You were here with your favorite people and going to see your favorite band for the first time in a very long time - and got to get drunk all the while. 

Your friends had brought goodies along, including a sash, mini shots to sneak into the venue, and a sign that said ‘She’s 21 today, get her drunk!’ They claimed it was for the bars, but one of them decided to sneak it with you to the show. You’d gone to dinner and gotten plenty of attention in the form of a free drink from a guy across from your table, and a free dessert from the restaurant. You felt on top of the world, and the night was just getting started. 

You made it to the show with ease, using the opening act to get drinks from a bar in the arena, coming back to your spot just as the lights came down. Screams erupt from the crowds around you, and you felt the excitement from your chest to your toes. The band came onstage with energy, opening up the show with enough motion and lights to blind an entire highway of cars. Song by song passed, your friends making sure you continuously had a drink in your hand. About halfway through the first half of the show, your friend broke out that magical sign, holding it above all of you as you sang along and bounced and screamed. They’d just wrapped up Empty Wallets when Luke speaks up. “Hey, wait, wait - who’s birthday is it?” He asks, pulling an in-ear out and coming to the edge of the stage, pointing in your groups direction. Before you can get a word out, they begin shoving you forward, Luke laughing as they beg for him to get you a drink. 

“Who told you there was alcohol up here?” Ashton remarks, now moving out from his drum set holding up a red solo cup. 

“Ash, you’re very clearly holding an unmarked beverage. In a solo cup of shittin’ things.” Michael laughs. 

You’re trying to pay attention, but a security guard has moved the barrier so that he can lead you to the stage ramp - and it hits you, holy shit this is actually happening. You’re thanking the buzz that’s in your veins for the lack of nerves you have once you’re on stage all of them greeting you with wide smiles and cheers. “Ok but really, to... no one’s surprise, there is alcohol up here.” Calum points to the bottle towards the back of the stage, Ashton quickly grabbing it as the others start asking you your name. One of them asks to double check that you are in fact 21 before pouring out alcohol in front of a whole ass arena. Once it’s in Luke’s hand, he’s moving to Michael’s side, leaning into him as they both assess the card. “Yep, that is definitely today.” Michael confirms. 

“And that is 21 years from today - we are clear for take off everyone.” You haven’t said more than five words but you just feel blissfully happy. A hand comes up to your back and you jump a little, not expecting it, but are greeted with Ashton at your side. He’s leaning into Calum’s mic for everyone to hear. “This might look like water, but I promise everyone that this is 100% tequila.” Screams come from the crowd as he hands over the plastic cup, raising it. You take it and match him, about to take the shot before he stops. Under the immense amount of sound and projected discussion from the other bandmates, Ashton leans to your ear, his free hand taking your wrist carefully and very lightly. “Wait, let’s link arms.” He pulls back with a look of ‘you wanna?’ and you give a wide grin and a nod of your head. With ease, your arms are intertwined and you are nearly chest to chest with the drummer. A few more cries leave the massive audience you have before they all give you a hug, a few birthday wishes before dismissing you off stage. 

Your friends are all shaking your arms and bouncing incessantly when you return asking how you felt, and generally freaking out. The only thing you could get out was “Please tell me you have that on video.”

. . . 

After the show, you decided to run over to one more bar before you headed in for the night, really wanting to make the night well rounded and capture all of the experiences you could. Getting to the bar you realize that it’s actually more of a club. And when you get in there, you almost immediately lose your friends. You’d managed so well up until now, but you figure that you’re better off trying to find them at the bar, since there was only one of them. 

So you navigate your way there, and flag down a bartender for a drink. As you finishing up your payment, you could’ve sworn you heard your name. You turn your head a few times, looking in the crowd for your friends’ faces - only to come up with one that wasn’t in your group. It’s Ashton, approaching with what seems like a crew member behind him, both of them with a glass of beer in their hand. “Hey! It’s the birthday girl!” He greets, swinging an arm open to offer another hug, which you happily take. You back up, holding your drink before leaning towards him, his head dipping to listen to you. “Where’s the other guys?” He gives a nod, a hand running through his hair. 

“They were kind of exhausted, and bailed on me. They’re holed up at our table. No fun if you ask me.” He taunts, giving you a smile which you return. He moves to introduce the guy behind him, to be met with a stranger. You can’t help but laugh as he exasperatedly turns back to you. “What the hell, do I smell or something? I showered before I came here.” He jokes and you can’t stop the smile on your face. 

“If it’s any consolation, my friends and I got split up the second we got here. So it’s kind of a miracle that you managed to have him around that long.” Ashton laughs at your words, and you find a hand on your back again as he leans in. 

“He probably went to our table. Do you wanna go check with me?” You give a nod once he’s asked, and he grins, hand unmoving from your back. He proceeds to guide you to the table he speaks of, a few more familiar faces which all light up at the sight of you. A few utterances of your name come through again, greeting you happily. 

You sit with the group, meeting Sierra and Crystal while you were there, finding yourself somehow completely comfortable with this group. Afterall, you practically grew up with these guys, even if you’d never met them until tonight. A few rounds go by, and you’re finally starting to think about calling it a night. You’re looking at your phone, seeing that your friends have all said to just meet at the hotel, as they’re not having any luck finding each other, let alone you. You try another text - seeing as this happened because you couldn’t get any messages through - and hope that if any of them go through it was that one. That you were safe and had plenty of stories to tell. You’d been chugging water after the third round, telling Ashton that you’d needed to head home tomorrow and wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be sick for the drive, which he then cut you off in response. He however, had still been drinking. So as you lean into him to speak, his arm wraps around you, staying planted as you speak. “Do you know where the bathroom is?” You ask and he nods, the hand holding his drink points in the general direction. 

“Do you want me to walk you over there?” He questions, and you look at him, seeing his features in the very dim neon lights. His hand feels firm, but his thumb is slowly tracing an up and down line into your skin, and you’re trying your best to soak it in. This had to be a dream. The whole time you’d been at the table, his hand had jumped around, on the booth back just above your shoulders, on your thigh, pushing hair out of your eyes - any way he could linger on you he had. Which is why you let him escort you to the bathroom. 

The walk over was pretty uneventful, aside from Ashton spilling the rest of his drink due to someone elbowing his glass. He was annoyed by this, but didn’t let it show in his expressions. In the hallway of the restroom, it’s rather dark, give for the slight light shining through the cracks of the closed bathroom door. You’d turned to Ashton to tell him he could go back to the table, but he’d thrown his beer glass away, and was facing you fully. The hand that had been in yours, now slinks up to your waist, the other matching it. He can see you’re about to say something and leans to your ear to speak. “What is it beautiful?”

Suddenly, you don’t want him to go back to the table. When you see his face again, his forehead is nearly on yours, your breath hitching. “N-Nothing. I just...” You shake your head minutely, being careful not to move too much in the crowded space. Your eyes meet as music blasts around you, not letting you be able to think. His face suddenly is encased in light as the bathroom door swings open. His eyes shift to the door and he looks back to you. “Bathroom’s free.” He points out, and in the boldest move you’ve ever made, you grab his hand on your waist and pull him into the bathroom. 

Ashton shuts the door and locks it with a click, being quick to move back to where you had been positioned before, but this time, takes no time to cup your face and pull your lips to his. Your eyes shut as your own hands move to gently hold the bottom of his arms, as his tongue dips along your bottom lip. Hands move from your face to the back of your neck, your energies moving so simultaneously. You finally pull back from what seems like forever to someone banging on the door. The two of you had both looked to the door and you laugh. “Let me use the restroom, and then we can go back.” You offer, slowly pulling away to move to the stall, and Ashton’s head tilts, looking to your backside. 

“And by back, you mean my hotel room, right?”

So much for your parent’s hotel room ‘gift’.

[sophiashortcake]

— 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 🍰

“I GUESS I’M JUST A PLAY DATE TO YOU.”

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𝟐𝟐. kei shouldn’t be allowed to drink either: the spinoff

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: kicked out of her home with no place to go, y/n is forced to move into her family friend’s home, who coincidentally is also the family of tsukishima kei, the boy who denied her confession.

You were already driving Kei crazy and you hadn’t even left your room yet.

You should have left thirty minute ago, but you were still locked in your room supposedly doing your makeup. He could hear your pacing through the wall, so he definitely knew you weren’t still getting ready. You were purposefully avoiding him, but it’s not like you both weren’t doing that anyway. He regretted doing a favor to Kiyoko by driving you to the party. (He had a sneaking suspicion she could have driven you, but she wanted you two to start talking to each other already).

Getting fed up with waiting, he yelled through the door.

“Y/N, are you ready?”

“Uh- Yeah! Just give me a second!”

He sighed in relief, going back to his phone.

Your door slowly creaked open as you emerged from your bedroom.

Kei definitely should have had Kiyoko drive you instead.

He didn’t mean to stare, but it was damn hard to when you looked like that. He didn’t know if he wanted to curse God out or thank him right now for the dress you were wearing. How the hell was he supposed to be in a car with you when he found you, to put it bluntly, hot as fuck?

“Let’s go,” he stated, turning to walk down the stairs.

He hoped you didn’t notice the blush on his cheeks.

To make matters worse, you had been silent the entire car ride, averting your gaze anywhere but him. You couldn’t even look at him, did you really hate him that much?

“Did Yamaguchi ever mention what his plan was?” You asked, eyes still fixed on the buildings rolling through the window.

“No, he said he would handle it.”

“O-Oh, okay.”

What else was he supposed to say? The real topic hung above your heads, but he refused to talk about it as acknowledging it would finally make him realize you were leaving, leaving him. But he knew it would be easier if he could at least brace himself for what was to come.

“So when are you moving out?” He asked, almost wincing as the words moving out left him.

“The end of next week most likely.”

He didn’t realize the time you had left was going to be cut so short. If he had known, maybe he would’ve watched more movies with you in your room, stayed out later when you snuck out for food at 3am, maybe he even would’ve found the right time to tell you he loved you. He would’ve done so much more with you if he knew.

The rest of the car ride was silent, as Kei wished he hadn’t taken the time you were with him for granted.

Kei could already tell the party was going to be a headache the moment he walked in. Terushima had truly outdone himself this time, the party easily could have been mistaken for a full-scale frat party instead of a regular high school party. He guessed MiyagiTea was to thank for that, their promotion had gotten the party to where it was currently.

“Y/N!” A voice called, averting your attention away.

Bokuto emerged from the crowd, with Kuroo, Yamaguchi, and Akaashi in tow. He immediately picked you up into one of his famous spine-crushing hugs, you giggled in response, a bright smile plastered on your face.

He ignored the way jealousy brewed in his stomach despite knowing that you and Bokuto were purely platonic and that Bokuto was more than aware of his feelings for you, and would never try anything. But still, he couldn’t help but be green with envy, wishing you were the one smiling at him like that.

“Nice to see you too, Bo,” You giggled as he let you down.

“And here I thought I’d be the hottest one at this party,” Kuroo sighed melodramatically, “unfortunately, Y/N beat me at my own game.”

“Yes, Y/N does look very nice tonight,” Akaashi chuckled, greeting you with a side hug.

While you were preoccupied hugging Akaashi, Kuroo quipped an eyebrow at him. Kei realized, the motherfucker was purposefully trying to make him jealous.

“You’ll always be the hottest one in my book, Kuroo,” you quipped, punching his shoulder. He grinned brightly, but Kei knew the smile was smug pride, knowing that his little plan to get him jealous was working.

“Please don’t make Kuroo’s ego any bigger than it already is,” Akaashi sighed. Kei was thankful somebody finally put Kuroo in his place (even if they were friends) if it weren’t for Akaashi, Kei probably would have lost it on Kuroo already.

“Tsukki, you can at least pretend you’re enjoying yourself,” Yamaguchi commented.

“I don’t like parties,” he deadpanned. No, more like I don’t like how you’re flirting with Y/N.

“Well, do you like Y/N’s dress?” Bokuto slyly whispered in his ear. If you weren’t staring sheepishly at him, he would’ve strangled Bokuto right then and there.

He thought for a second, about to make his usual sarcastic comment, but the dress you were wearing was living in his head, rent free. His mouth ran dry, and he couldn’t think of anything to say but the truth.

“Yeah, she looks pretty.”

(He thought you looked even better than pretty, but he would’ve killed himself on the spot if he truly voiced what he thought.)

The group fell quiet, all eyes plastered on him as he tried his best to remain calm, as if he hadn’t just complimented you infront of his entire group of friends.

“I’m gonna go find Oikawa and Iwaizumi!” You chirped, breaking the silence. Before anyone could reply, you hurried away as fast as you could on your heels.

“Oh my god, she hates me,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you be nice to somebody, like ever,” Kuroo commented, still stunned at his compliment.

“Much less call somebody pretty,” Akaashi added.

“He really is whipped!” Bokuto cackled, smacking Kei on the back. Kei cringed, hoping nobody heard Bokuto, but it was Bokuto, so it was more than likely.

“I don’t think she hates you Tsukki,” Yamaguchi nervously replying. (Little did Kei know, Yamaguchi was tearing himself apart inside keeping his promise to you.)

“I called her pretty and she ran away,” he grumbled, “I think that’s reason enough to think she doesn’t like me back.”

“You, my friend, need a drink,” Kuroo said, before dragging him off to the kitchen.

The rest of the night, Kei noticed how you dodged and avoided him. You conveniently had to leave the room whenever he walked in, you made an effort to talk to everybody besides him, hell, even his friends got in a proper conversation with you before he could. The alcohol was affecting his emotions more than he would care to admit. Kei was losing hope, the realization you’d never be his settling in much deeper than he thought it would. He wished you were his and much as he was yours.

“Yams, it’s almost 1am and you still haven’t found MiyagiTea, what’s your plan exactly?” Kuroo grumbled, flopped on a nearby couch.

With you heavy on his drunken mind, he forgot the true reason for this party. Despite it being so late, the party was still raging, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

“I was hoping I would catch them slipping when some drama happened, but nothing,” he fumed. “There’s been 4 fights, 3 breakups, and Terushima even streaked across the lawn to lure them out! They still haven’t shown themselves.”

“Maybe we should give up,” Akaashi sighed, slumping down on the couch with Kuroo.

“No! We can’t just give up! This stupid tea account is what’s stopping Y/N and Tsukki from being together!” Bokuto cried. Kei took a mental note that you and Bokuto were both crying drunks.

“I hate to break it to you, but the reason we’re not together is because she hates me, and I don’t blame her,” he sighed. However, Kei was also a sad drunk it seemed.

“Tsukki, have you tried talking to her?” Yamaguchi asked, as if the solution was obvious. Kei scoffed in response.

“What do I even say? I love you, I’m sorry I’m such an asshole, please love me? It’s pathetic,” he spat bitterly.

“I hate to break up this little feelings sesh, but what the hell is going on in the living room?” Kuroo questioned, drawing attention to the yelling spouting from the other room.

The group stumbled out of the nearby room and into the living room, where the music had stopped and in the center of attention was you and Oikawa. A crowd had swarmed around you, hushed whispers filling the air.

Were you crying?

“Get the fuck away from me!” You spat, holding yourself as to shield yourself from Oikawa.

“Y/N, I swear I can explain-”

“No! I don’t want to fucking hear it!” You retorted.

Akaashi tapped somebody on the shoulder, “what’s happening?”

“Oikawa Tooru is MiyagiTea!”

Kei’s world stopped.

Oikawa was MiyagiTea.

He leaked all the information about you two.

He purposefully hurt you.

All Kei could see was red, every cell on his body was on fire. He shoved past the crowd, not caring who he pushed. Maybe it was the alcohol fueling the flames in his stomach, but all he could focus on was the fact Oikawa had fucking hurt you. You were crying because of him and if that didn’t make Kei go ballistic, nothing else could.

Kei stormed up to Oikawa and punched him across the face.

“Kei!” You shrieked.

All the noises around him drowned out, as he could only hear the blood rushing in his ears as he grabbed Oikawa by the collar and shoved him against a wall.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Kei could practically feel the venom dripping out his voice, wanting nothing more than to make Oikawa regret ever making you cry, but your grip on shirt made him snap out of his rage.

“Kei, stop!” You cried.

Your touch suddenly made him forget his rage. His muscles eased under your fingertips as he let go of Oikawa, who shamefully backed away from you two. He turned to you, your face making his stomach drop.

You looked scared. You were scared of him.

Iwaizumi pushed through the crowd, as well as Kiyoko.

“Iwa, did you know?” You asked, your voice cracking.

“No! God no, I had no idea- I would never-” Iwaizumi began before sighing to stop himself, “I’m going to take Oikawa, he shouldn’t be here.”

“Y/N, let’s go,” Kiyoko whispered, taking your arm. You nodded, wiping your mascara stained eyes.

“Y/N, wait-” Kei called, reaching out to stop you. But Yamaguchi grabbed him, reeling him back.

“You’ve done enough, Tsukishima,” Kiyoko hissed before taking you away.

Terushima emerged from the crowd, grimacing at the state of the party.

“Everybody, there’s nothing to see here!” He announced, “Go back to uh, partying or whatever!”

People awkwardly began to murmur, going back to the party, the music started up again, the atmosphere of the party slowly returning to normal.

“I- I have to see her-” Kei stuttered, the drunken adrenaline wearing off and realizing what he had done.

“Tsukki, she needs to be alone right now,” Akaashi murmured, helping him sit down on a nearby couch. Kei buried his face in his hands, he had fucked up, again.

“How about we get you home?” Yamaguchi asked, rubbing his back.

The boys piled Kei into the car, and drove him home. The alcohol, exhaustion from the party, and the quiet drive home should have been enough to lull him asleep, but the horrified expression you wore plagued his mind on an endless loop.

He wanted to blame the alcohol, but he knew it wasn’t an excuse. Like you said, he would always hurt.

And for the first time in awhile, Tsukishima Kei started crying.

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭: terushima did everything in his power that night to lure out @/miyagitea. such things included, streaking across the lawn naked, doing two keg stands, and bodyslamming the pool table (in which it broke in half).

𝐚/𝐧: uhhh... sorry?

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[ghoulciifer]

hi! if you’re not overwhelmed with anything else can you write headcanons of kirishima,bakugo and shinsou with a s/o whos quirk side effects is being dizzy and tired

hc: Kirishima, Bakugo, and Shinsou with an S/O whose quirk has side effects of being dizzy/tired.

tw: none

tags: comfort, fluff

notes: hi bby, i am not overwhelmed by any means LOL my blog is still very small and i get an ask once in a blue moon but that’s my fault for not posting enough content ouchie. but ty for requesting!!! as always i really appreciate it when you guys let me know what content you want, and my inbox is always open to requests. n e ways, i hope you enjoy this n ily

» so i think it is abundantly clear that kirishima is an absolute sweetheart, the BESt boy

» which means it’s no surprise that he’s super supportive and conscious of how your quirk affects you n your body

» when he saw you overuse your quirk for the first time during an extra long training session for the agency you both worked for (before you two started dating), he damn near passed out himself

» bby boy RAN to your side and held you up by your shoulders, leaning down to meet your drooping eyes, his own blown wide open in concern

» “y/n??? you okay??? did something happen??? are you hurt??? do i need to-“

» he’s just a golden retriever istg

» but once your head finally started clearing up you assured him that you’re fine, it’s just a side effect of your quirk

» and you could practically see the worry leaving his body as he visibly relaxed, his hold on you loosening just a bit but never going away (bc he’s lowkey still worried)

» if you’re feeling embarrassed bc of it he’ll reassure you that it happens, you’re still badass and he admires you AWE

» now that you two are together and have been with each other for a while, he knows what to expect and how to handle the situation when it occurs

» knows your limits and when you’ve met them, instantly at your side to support your frail body, bringing you water or a snack for the fatigue so you can build your energy up, supportive boyfie things

» “Do you want the granola bar or the yogurt??? Or I can cut up some fruit!!! I have juice and an extra water bottle and-“

» always tells you how great of a job you’re doing, regardless if you’re upset or not because he just likes to remind you

» i wasn’t lying when i said he is the SWEETEST boy

» he also doesn’t really know if it helps but he always hums while he’s rubbing your back, pushing your head to his chest or shoulder after sitting you down to recuperate

» little does he know that it actually kinda does bc hearing the vibrations through his strong chest really keep you grounded

» wow you are a simp for this dude it’s ok me too uwu

» now this firecracker

» he wouldn’t show his initial concern as expressive as kiri would, but he would definitely panic internally on the same level (if not more tbh, fuckin’ tsundere)

» you two are sparring for shits and giggles, right

» and as you expected he already told you beforehand that he will NOT go easy on your just bc you’re his s/o maybe a lil’ tho bc ur cute

» plus he’s never seen you in combat before because you try to keep heroing out of the relationship so you can just focus on each other when you’re together (this friendly fight is the ONLY exception)

» what you didn’t account for was just how much energy he was making you use, it literally felt like you whole body was going to give out by the end of the match

» you were so close to pinning him down when your body suddenly collapsed and you passed out from fatigue

» he didn’t go into full on panic mode but he definitely went wide eyes and eyed you for a bit before kneeling beside you (boy KNOWS he didn’t fuckin’ kill you, he has control believe it or not)

» and internally he’s all ASHSGSJAFSK WHAT

» so he cautiously pulls you into his arms from the ground and into his chest, arms wrapped around your frame to give you support for when you regain consciousness, calling your name a few times to speed up the process

» he also holds you like this so he knows your breathing (again, he knows he didn’t kill you but just to be sure??)

» when you wake up finally he asks if you’re alright, voice much softer than usual so he doesn’t make the ache in your head worse

» you shyly tell him about the side effects of your quirk upon request and he grunts in response, still cradling your head to his chest with a thumb lightly rubbing against your spine

» “...well damn babe, you’re strong as hell for holding out that long. I thought that fight was never going to fuckin’ end.”

» that’s just his special way of telling you he’s impressed w your abilities and limits, uwu

» now he makes a point to ask if you had any dizzy spells or moments of fatigue during the day when you come home from patrol, just to make sure you were still feeling okay (bc he wouldn’t be opposed to holding you again)

» never admits it but he’s the one who sneaks an extra energy bar in your work duffel before you leave for the day c:

» i might go overboard on this one because shinsou is my BOI, i love this lil’ sleepy head so fn much

» and one of the main reasons why is bc he’s very caring and understanding n will show you that if you’re close enough to him

» which you are bc you’re his s/o, duh lucky bitch >:(

» you got to see this side of him first hand when he saw how your quirk affects you when you push a lil’ too hard

» you were at home, hanging out with your fav boy after a particularly hard day at work, shinsou rubbing your legs that were draped over his lap affectionately

» he could tell you were exhausted but he just figured it was from all the hero work, my guy is v familiar with that feeling

» he did notice you were much quieter than normal bc usually the vacant air was filled with you talking about your day, laughing at his witty jokes, making fun of your mutual friends’ decisions to post certain things on social media i’m lookin’ at you denki

» but again, he just pinned it on your experience with work today so he just sat there massaging your shins while you rested

» eventually you had the impending pressure of needing to pee press uncomfortably on your bladder and the longer you ignored it, the more you realized how close you were to pissing yourself

» so you hoisted yourself off the couch with a groan and the second you stood up, you immediately saw stars and it felt like the world around you was turning at mach fuckin’ 20

» Shinsou (being the perceptive bean he is) immediately had hands around your waist the second you began to sway and reach for anything around you to stabilize, that thing being his arm

» “Woah, woah, woah, easy... you okay, baby?”

» You couldn’t see (yk bc you were literally about to fall over) but the way his brows furrowed upward and his eyes glazing with concern would’ve made your heart go doki doki

» You squeezed your fingers against your temples and kept your eyes closed while you assured him you were fine, it happens, you just overexerted yourself with your quirk today

» He helped you lean against the side of the couch and rubbed your shoulders, standing on his knee on the cushions behind you, muttering sweet things in between your slow inhale and exhale exercises

» tried to sit you down again but you still had to peE

» “Do I need to walk you to the bathroom? Hold your hand while you go?”

» “You are NOT holding my hand while I pee, ‘Toshi.”

» You were ok after a while and successfully made your bathroom trip, but that day he made a mental note to keep an eye out for the signs he wrote off earlier

» On those days he always offers you massages, a cute lil’ cuddle sesh, snacks, even urges you to sit in his lap so he can play with YOUR hair for once boy is selfish when it comes to head scratches

» And will proceed to whisper sweet nothings into your ear during all of the above <3