#proteges...♡

[porcelanitaa]

me and the angelic gang (@angels444yuri, @waifspiration, @orphicseraphim, @smittenseraphim)

[thebrainrotsreal]

Was pondering how Mark’s rigid ass mask/lens is prob a Budget Thing (since squishy, bendy lens are pretty much a mandate for all hero animated series, like JL, BTAS, TNBA, Spider-Man, etc), and then I was slapped with a vision of Mark in a more JL/BTAS-ish style and I had to see it through. I am a genius btw.

[porcelanitaa]

@messyfuxia we just started and we already don't get along.

[mverickz]

[ sacrifice ] + lixue&jieli

nonverbal memes ♡ aceitando !

nos últimos dias não havia tido tanto tempo quanto gostaria para visitar jieli, mesmo que não gostasse de ficar longe da mulher, por qualquer fosse o motivo que a fizesse sentir essa angústia, ainda tinha suas próprias obrigações com o reino e com o exército e querendo ou não estes ainda eram sua prioridade. ou é assim que lixue gostava de pensar.

a notícia demorou para chegar aos seus ouvidos, a razão ela já imaginava devido ao quanto muitas pessoas por ali não gostavam de conviver com a princesa de meihua. entretanto, uma de suas damas de companhia cochichou aos seus ouvidos que jieli estava machucada. a chinesa não sabia como isso havia acontecido, só que também não era uma surpresa caso tenham tentado algo contra ela. porém, sequer pensou muito sobre enquanto seu corpo se movia sozinho, praticamente correndo até os aposentos da outra com seu coração batendo mais apressado que em qualquer outro dia.

assim que entrou no cômodo, foi até jieli e se sentou na cama ao seu lado, a proibindo de se levantar para a cumprimentar ou de falar a primeiro momento. sua destra desceu pelo rosto alheio, com uma leve carícia enquanto tirava alguns de seus fios do caminho. — o que aconteceu, jieli? — perguntou em um tom baixo, mas continuou a falar antes de esperar por uma resposta. — eu preciso que você me conte tudo, cada mínimo detalhe... se não conseguir, um nome é tudo que você tem que lembrar. — lixue não estava pensando racionalmente, se jieli mencionasse qualquer pessoa que fosse ela seria capaz de sair dali e matar o sujeito com suas próprias mãos no mesmo segundo. céus, poderia matar até mesmo o seu próprio pai se fosse necessário. o que era essa sensação? ela não sabia dizer. ou não queria. a mulher não era boa com palavras, por algum motivo uma parte sua se sentia culpada, só que lixue nunca foi do tipo que se desculpava. umedeceu seus lábios, levando sua mão até a alheia, apertando ali suavemente. — eu não estava aqui como disse que estaria, né? isso não vai acontecer de novo. ninguém vai te tocar de novo, eu prometo. — esse era o seu jeito de pedir perdão, uma demonstração de afeto que poucos recebiam de si. na verdade, apenas jieli conseguia trazer esse seu lado a tona. ela era sua e a feng sempre foi muito protetora com o que é seu.

@lvcdrms

[porcelanitaa]

@coffin--coffee @scary-friend @bunghst @waifspiration @local-lover-boy @smittenseraphim for you guys <3

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[porcelanitaa]

aaa tomorrow I'm going to go to the mall with some kids from school! I'm so excited, I'm gonna wake up early to get cute!

[invincibledc]

☆★ info！reader is a child at the age of 8-9 who has the ability to shift through realities/worlds/universes, shift to things into their own liking. Basically like atom eve but a chaotic user of shifting the person’s or something’s anatomy or aleast make things appear. After meeting Dick (yes from the DC Universe), he became a father figure more than a brother. Taking care of you and even having a room for you. Then you were forced to leave the world, making you join Mark and his family before the same thing happened.

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂!𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐗 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ᝰ.ᐟsummary: getting into battle, they can’t help but worry. But as soon as you get hurt, it’s game on.

ᝰ.ᐟgenre: idk I just thought of this

ᝰ.ᐟinfo: you’re the protege of atom eve. This is gender neutral. Just letting this out here, the situation is clearly made up and is made for the amusement plot.

ᝰ.ᐟword count: 843

Getting into battle, Oliver was close by you. Oliver easily fending off these monster robots that oddly have blood. When you were with dick, you swore these kind of robots didn’t have blood.

You and Oliver had joined mark to fight with the guardians for this. Of course despite his contradictions, but you just want to help him. While you raised your arm, creating a barrier from a robot trying to punch you.

You skidded across the floor, letting out a sigh, you let go of the shield. Having it disperse into glitter, the robot reels his arm back to hit you. But doing a backhand spring, Oliver comes from behind you and punches the robot from you. Going through its entire body. The robot broke into pieces.

“Good job Omni boy!” You said happily with a wide smile, Oliver smiled happily at his little sister/brother and swoops over to grab your hand as you both flew off. “It’s kid omni-man!” “Whatever!”

Oliver now held you by your hands as you looked around the debris of the city. “Woah.. the city is trashed. But not like the usual.” Oliver looks down, tightening his grip against your hands.

“You’re right…” “hope mark’s okay…and eve.” You frowned, Oliver knew this as he looked at you. “I’m sure they’re fine n/n…”

Later on during these battles, you and Oliver finished your battles. You having to make a weapon out of thin air and throw at a robot, it got impaled into the ground whilst flew past you to slam a robot down.

You felt two presences coming, immediately your hair flowed in the air, turning around your hands lift up with glowing and glittering pink swords. But you yield to see it was just mark and eve.

“Guys!” Oliver float by you, smiling at mark and Eve. You both rushed over to the two, you ran over to mark who gave you tight hug. As Oliver goes to hug mark, you gave eve a hug.

“Let’s go, the other may need help.” Eve says, placing a hand behind your back.

The boys nodded, Eve has you on her back, making sure you were secured. You smiled, a little happy to be in battle.

Not because you like to fight or whatever, but to help others! You always wanted to help others, your adoptive father Dick Grayson in another universe showed you the life of saving lives. And here you now in another world saving lives with your other family of this dimension. But of course not everything goes to plan.

In the top of 10 minutes, the group has magically split up to an ambush. Here you are alone, fending off some robots. You made a bow and arrow out of thin air, the arrow glowed a beautiful pink glow with sparkles spilling from it. The bow was curved perfectly, you jumped back when the robot slammed its fist against the ground.

You fired the arrow, having it shoot through its head. The robot short circuited before fumbling to the ground.

Just in a heap of moment, you turned around to create a shield as one has snuck up behind you. You really wished for someone to come.

The robot kept punching the shield, getting tired of using your energy of holding the pink shield up. You let out a scream, pushing the shield against the robot. Having it push it back, you summoned a big hammer in your hand that says “Bang!” And with a swift slam, you slam the hammer onto the robot. The robot smashed into pieces, with relief, you let out a breath. You couldn’t help but notice you felt a little light headed.

Gripping your head, you failed to notice a robot walking towards you. Oliver had finally found you, liking frantic as he finally sees a pink suit. One that could resemble eve’s but more stunning.

“Y/n!” He yelled, you heard him. You heard him before you got smacked hard into a building.

“No!!!” The purple boy yells, feeling his heart drop. Head bleeding. Eyes closed. You were tired. And Oliver was angry.

Oliver sped over to the robot and slammed it down. “You. Hurt. Them!” He kept repeating punches to the damned robot. Not caring whatsoever about anything else but getting revenge.

He lifted his arm again, only for it to get grabbed. “Oliver. That’s enough.” Oliver pauses, looking behind him with teary eyes, mark had a clear serious face. Eve had your body in her arms. “I���m taking them to the med.” Eve says, flying off quickly. That left the boys to talk.

“I understand, I would’ve reacted the same way Oliver…” Oliver sniffles, rubbing his eyes. “I tried to protect them.. I tried.” Mark frowns, hating to see his brother like this, he wipes the tears from the boy’s face.

“You tried, and it’s not your fault. That just means that they’re not ready to fight along side us.”

“That just means we have to keep them trapped. Away from danger. They’re not like us.”

[cheolcam]

୨୧. go go dancer – mads mikkelsen

꒰♡꒱ avisos: sugestivo, age gap, desequilíbrio de poder (seguindo a lógica, mas isso nem é mencionado), cockwarming, degradação, menção à oral (m.), um tapinha na cara, apelidinhos, a leitora é stripper, não revisado.

꒰♡꒱ notas da autora: eu já tinha essa ideia guardada faz muito tempo, e é inspirada em go go dancer da lana del rey, e eu assisti anora esses dias e isso me deu um gás pra continuar essa ideia. espero que gostem do presente de natal adiantado <3

você tenta se acostumar com as luzes piscando no espaço escuro, desesperadamente procura por conforto, mas depois de alguns segundos, as luzes coloridas se tornam comuns aos seus olhos.

sua vida virou de cabeça para baixo depois de uma discussão com a sua mãe. muitas palavras foram ditas, mas a que continua ecoando na sua cabeça é 'mimada'. uma dor de cabeça começa sempre que lembra das palavras que vieram depois, mas você vai direto até o barzinho e vira um shot, pronta para procurar um cliente.

a procura acaba rapidamente, você se senta e conversa com o cara, sorri e finge interesse — bla bla bla — o convida para ir para uma das salas e ele aceita. você monta nele assim que ele se senta, dança, faz o seu trabalho, assim como as outras garotas que também estão na mesma sala, apenas separadas por finas cortinas.

rebola mais, sentindo as mãos do desconhecido colocando notas na sua calcinha, quase formando um cinto de notas. levanta a cabeça, pronta pra se virar para o seu cliente e tem uma surpresa, mads entra com uma das garotas.

o mesmo mads que é um dos novos investidores da empresa do seu pai. o mesmo que você conheceu um ano atrás em um jantar onde você parecia inocente, quase um anjo. esse mads acabou de te ver seminua rebolando na cara de um cara aleatório em um clube de strip.

você se vira rapidamente, pedindo para qualquer entidade existe que ele não tenha percebido que era você por conta da luz fraca no local.

mas como a vida gosta de brincar com você, mads e ou outros investidores vão jantar na sua casa duas noites depois da fatídica noite, a convite de seu pai, comemorando algo que você não liga. durante a noite mads evitou te olhar por mais de dois segundos, o que te fez acreditar que ele realmente te viu naquela posição. assim como ele, você finge que nada aconteceu. come e sorri quando é necessário, e assim se passa grande parte da noite.

só que o que você não esperava é que mads iria perguntar onde fica o banheiro, usando a desculpa de que ele tem um péssimo senso de direção, sabendo que sua mãe ia fazer você acompanhá-lo até lá. tensa, você levanta e o guia até o local.

mads sempre foi um homem que você admirou de longe. bonito, grande, voz contida, paciente e muito observante. por isso que quando ele te perguntou o motivo da sua presença no clube entre sussurros você não se surpreendeu. mads é um homem racional, sempre tentando entender a situação antes de tomar qualquer providência.

você pode jurar que ele quase revirou os olhos quando você diz que estava lá pra provar a si mesma que era mais do que a imagem de que seus pais criaram de você. foi uma decisão tomada totalmente impulsivamente, você sabe, mas ele entende, balança a cabeça e diz que vai manter seu segredo.

e assim se passam duas semanas, fazendo dinheiro com sua atividade noturna em total segredo, seduzindo diversos homens. sozinhos, acompanhados, tanto faz, o dinheiro é o que te importa, mas por que seu coração bateu mais forte quando viu mads entrando pela porta? talvez fosse medo — medo dele ter decidido te dedurar, medo dele acabar com a sua vida em poucas palavras—, mas quando ele chega e pergunta se você está livre o medo passa e você sequer consegue pensar direito, o guiando diretamente pro quarto VIP do estabelecimento.

a presença dele se tornou praticamente diária, alegando que precisava te "proteger de estranhos", mas é óbvio que ele queria só uma desculpa pra te comer.

"mads... hm" você morde os lábios, sentindo o nariz dele roçando contra o seu pescoço. "eu tenho que dançar... você me pagou por isso, lembra?"

ele levanta a cabeça, te olhando diretamente com um sorrisinho relaxado. "verdade, gosto te ver dançar, mas prefiro te ver aqui, sentadinha no meu colo, igual um anjinho comportado... com meu pau socado em você, beijando sua boquinha..." ele passa o polegar no seu lábio. "sabia que eu sempre quis meter aqui? você fica tão bonitinha usando esse batom... tenho vontade de meter meu pau aqui, fazer você engasgar, te deixar toda bagunçadinha."

sua buceta se contrai com a ideia, mads já te fudeu algumas vezes depois de se tornar um cliente fiel, mas dessa vez ele recusa se mexer por enquanto.

"mete." você o olha, pronta pra realizar o desejo dele, mas ele balança a cabeça negativamente. "então me fode." você movimenta o quadril, testando. seus lábios se entreabrem, deixando um suspiro escapar e de repente as mãos dele envolvem a sua cintura, te impedindo de se mexer.

"você parece um anjinho, mas tem uma mente de puta, né? só pensa em me dar sem parar, não é?" uma das mãos sobem parando nos seus seios. com calma, ele estimula seus mamilos enquanto te olha com uma expressão falsa de empatia, condescendente. "gosta de ser vagabunda assim e me dar todo dia? é claro que gosta, eu te trato tão bem, trato do jeitinho certo, igual puta fácil." ele sorri, dessa vez é um sorriso tranquilizante. "tudo bem gostar, eu também gosto de te usar como buraquinho de porra, mesmo que às vezes você seja mais mandona do que só um buraco..." o rosto dele se aproxima. "buracos de porra não falam, só levam pau o dia todo, todos os dias." você sorri concordando e ele sorri de volta, orgulhoso da sua obediência.

o corpo dele relaxa no estofado, e é aí que você sabe que finalmente vai ter o que quer, mas nas condições dele. "senta pra mim, vai?" e você senta, senta até suas pernas começarem a tremer. "não aguenta mais? tá cansadinha, meu amor?" o tom é tão confortante que você mal imagina o tapa que acerta seu rosto logo em seguida. "vou cuidar de você, tá? mas como você tá cansadinha não vou te comer igual puta, te que comer com cuidado pra não quebrar a princesinha..."

[porcelanitaa]

@scary-caregiver this is very you ♡

✚ Spooky Caregiver｡ 

A flag for caregivers who enjoy horror and spooky themed media. They may be, relate to, or kin a lot of horror / spooky characters. The first set of flags is gender neutral, the second is fem, and the third is masc.

Requested by : Anon．

[uracutieraka]

N Side

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Been crushing on each other for years

But I guess i’d just really like to know if

You feel the same way about me as I feel about you

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Shoyo Hinata x F!Reader

Tw! SMUTTYSMUT, dw tho overall fluffy! Bffs to lovers!

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Synopsis; Hinata receives a surprise visit from an old friend from high school. You know what they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder.

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Hinata and you went wayy back.

Or so he says to everyone when they ask about you.

In reality you had only met the boy 6 years ago. At the beginning of your first year.

Sure 6 years wasnt not a while but with the way the ginger said it, it sounds as if he’d known you forever.

Like you were such a sure part of his life there could be no way you two hadn’t spent everyday together over your whole life.

Truth be told, you also referred to Shoyo in the same regards.

Since you met him it’s as if everything in this massive puzzle we call life had been put together.

Almost like you two were the remaining puzzle pieces.

Finally being put together at the center. Creating the whole picture.

That’s why you had decided for your 21st birthday you would go to visit him in Brazil.

So you called Kageyama who in turn told you off for even calling him over something so stupid as asking for Oikawa’s phone number.

“I don’t even have it y/n!”

“I know you’re lying.”

A brief moment passes before you hear clicking from what could only be his phone’s keyboard.

A huff hits your ears before the black headed boy speaks again.

“It’s in your inbox. Now stop calling me over dumb shit.”

“Yeah yeah, you know you love it when i call you.”

“Bye y/n.”

And with that he hung up, now leaving you to plot and scheme behind your best friends back.

Dialing the number in your inbox you start to second guess yourself.

I mean you dont personally know Oikawa.

Is this weird of you?

“Yello?” A chirpy voice says on the other end of the line.

Welp. Nows better than never.

“Hi. Uhm, is this Tooru?”

“Uhm, yes, who’s this?”

Damn. You forgot to introduce yourself.

“Uhm. Im y/n…Sho’s best friend?”

“Oh! Y/n! I remember you. Youre the cute little manager right? I only met you the once my third year.”

Man is this guy a chatter box or what?

“Yeah! That’s me! So look, I turn 21 next month and was wanting to come down and surprise Sho. So, I got your number from Tobio an-,”

“Ah! Tobio! My protege. He still has my number? I knew he cared about me!,” A hearty laugh over takes your phone speaker. “But hey, i’ll call you back tonight and we can arrange something for ya’! Shoyo’s only 20 feet away from me right now so now’s not the best time.”

“Perfect!”

2 ended phone calls and 3 hours later you finally received a call back from the older man.

6 hours and 1 transition to FaceTime with said man later, your whole trip was planned. Even set with Oikawa confirming plans for the day you land with Shoyo.

(Oikawa told him some friend of a friend was having a birthday dinner and party at a local bar.)

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This is so NOT going as planned.

You had just landed in the foreign land and already things were going south.

You had finally collected your luggage, 2 months worth of luggage in fact, Oikawa had somehow convinced you that a prolonged stay was imperative to ‘restoring Shoyo’s drive to do pretty much anything.”

Apparently he had been down in the dump since coming here 8 months ago.

Oikawa had explained you were the top reason mentioned.

Apparently Hinata would say he ‘just didn’t know how to live without his other half.’

When the man told you this a familiar feeling rose in your tummy, and a heat spread up your neck trailing over your cheeks.

That’s how you ended up with 2 giant suit cases, a large duffel bag, and an oversized carry-on bag full of your belongings.

And now, your uber had just called to inform you that his car had broken down, and he was infact unable to get you.

You had been redirected in the app to another driver.

Who was 50 minutes out.

You look at the time.

You had been flying for over 24 hours since you left Japan.

You decided the time it would take to wait then make the 30 minute drive into the city would eat up any hopes of you getting ready before you go meet Shoyo.

You dial Oikawa’s number, 3 rings and he picks up.

“Hey! Whatsup? You landed? How was your flight? Make it to my place yet?”

You guys decided that since he had a spare room you would crash there so as not to impede on Shoyo or his roomates lives so suddenly.

You begin explaining to him your problem.

“Hm,” you hear him start clicking his tongue, mulling over what to do. “Ok! Im on my way, share your location.”

“Wha-“

He hangs up before you can even say anything else.

So you do as he says.

He makes it to you in 15 minutes.

“That was fast!” You say as he gets out of the car.

“Eh, i have my ways.” He shrugs.

You should have understood what he meant by that.

It was a hint to prepare yourself for the ride ahead.

Your 30 minute drive was easily cut in half by the man.

You saw your life flash before your eyes at least 4 times.

“Alright, well i’ll help you with your bags then leave ya to it! The bar we’re going to is straight down the road, a 4 minute walk to be exact! So we’ll meet you there!”

He grabs your bags easily, much to your dismay and against all your arguments and protests, wanting to help.

Taking you up to the apartment you finally answer all his questions about how the flying was, and he listened to your brief rant about air fare and how it was all a scam.

Laughing and interjecting where he needed to.

He showed you around his apartment a bit, then showed you to his guest room.

It was nice, clean and organized. Surprisingly for a 23 year old bachelor pad.

Especially with the way the man acts, he’s lively and would be one to make you think his life goes by too fast to do such trivial things as make his bed.

“Wow, I don’t know how to thank you for your kindness!” You say bowing in front of him.

“No! Don’t worry about all that. Plus, it’ll be nice to get Shoyo out of this weird slump he’s been in.”

A few minutes later he leaves again, leaving you to do what you needed to do.

Going through your normal routine, you take it slower than usual, now having spared time to do so.

Finally after doing your hair and makeup perfect, you slip on your outift.

It’s simple and cute.

Skinny jeans and a slightly too-tight, to see through, and a very low-cut white tee.

A bright pink bra shows through it from how sheer the material is.

You did this on purpose, there’s no denying you had feelings for your best friend.

But you had also become slightly bolder with the distance that had been put between the two of you.

A desire to make him yours had clouded your mind ever since he left.

Though it had been there long before that, it just seemed to get worse the longer you spent separated from him.

Nights spent wondering if he was with other girls, talking to them, dancing with them, touching them.

You just couldn’t stand the thought of it.

Your ringer chimes.

‘Head this way!’

A message from Oikawa reads.

You make your way to the bar, using the pin he sent you.

He was nice enough to have a bottle of wine pushed against the pillows on your bed when you arrived.

A bow with a little note card adorned it.

‘Enjoy! Pregame a bit ;)’

You finished the bottle before you left.

And the walking had really made you start to feel it.

You were a little more than buzzed and a even newer confidence had surged in your body.

You make your way through the doors, finding the tall brunette and shorter ginger’s heads in the crowd.

You push through sweaty bodies, and a few large men.

Hell bent on reaching the man you had longed for on lonely nights, your hand wondering between your legs, wishing it was him.

Finally you make it to him.

Throwing your arms over his shoulders your hands cover his eyes.

“Guess who~” it’s sweet and sing-songy. A common greeting you two had since your second year, when you guys decided that was for some reason the funniest thing you two had ever done. (It wasn’t)

He grabs your hands spinning around, grabbing your hips.

You rock back slightly, you probably would’ve stumbled farther had it not been for his tight grip on your hips.

“No fucking way!” He yells over the music.

“I was just talking about how much I missed you!” He pulls you forward quickly, moving to grip around your shoulders in a bear hug.

You hug him back, he’s significantly stronger than before, and you can feel the muscles through his shirt.

You pull back from him.

“Let’s fucking drink bitches!” You yell to both the men.

An hour later and you and Shoyo found your way on the dance floor. You guys are facing each other and dancing care-free.

A somg comes on that you recognize. Its slow and has a 70’s funk to it.

Alcohol is pumping in your blood. You know it is for Sho too. All those nights in high school sneaking some from your parents personal collection and getting drunk in secret with the boy helped you figure out when he was and wasn’t under the influence.

You step forward closing the distance between you two.

Your hands rest on his chest as you lean forward to whisper in his ear.

“Sho, I need you.”

Its soft and whiney, you would have never said that sober.

You dont give him time to process before you turn around, pressing your back to his chest, hands flying up to touch each side of his jaw, ass pressing into him.

He takes notice of the fresh manicure on your hands, a french tip set.

He remembers in high school when you had first gotten one, he asked what it was called, and then declared it was his favorite type of nails on you.

And it was, but he wasn’t as innocent with the declaration as you thought, in fact he was far from it.

He was 17 and couldn’t help it, but the thoughts of what your hands would look like wrapped around him, with your cute little french tips was just too much for him.

He snaps out of his thought when your hips sway into him, head falling to rest on his shoulder.

You lightly drag your nails down the sides of his neck before dropping them to continue your swaying and dancing on him.

He moves his hands to fall on your hips, now swaying with you, leaning down he answers you.

“Then come home with me.”

It’s simple, but you know this will change everything. Every dynamic you two have ever had will become something different. Something intense and exciting.

Lust has filled your head, you’re running on pure adrenaline and alcohol. His scent is filling your nose, his warmth is burning on your skin, you’re overwhelmed with all of this.

You spin back around and pull him off the dance floor by his hand, you make your way back to Tooru who hasn’t moved from his spot. But a cute blonde now fills the seat Shoyo once sat in, chatting away with Oikawa.

Shoyo goes up to him, still holding your hand, leaning down he whispers a few words to the other man. Stepping away you see Oikawa give him a wink and thumbs up.

As you both are leaving Oikawa calls out.

“Dont get too crazy kids!”

You chuckle as you’re being dragged along by the ginger.

You didn’t realize Shoyo lived in the same building as Oikawa.

Only a floor apart.

You make it to his door and it seems like something in him breaks, he pushes you against the door in the hallway, kissing you.

You grab at his shoulders.

Moaning into his lips, he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, yours now intertwining with his.

Your hands find their way into his hair as his hands grab at your ass then make their way under your thighs, lifting you up.

You’re now being held between the door and him.

He’s grinding up into you, he’s moving so fervently that you don’t even care if he took you, right here and right now.

He wouldn’t be your first, but you hope he’s your last.

He breaks away from you.

“Not here,” his chest is heaving up and down quickly. “Gonna do this, you, right baby.”

He’s so confident compared to back in school.

Or maybe he’s always been like this and you were just the nervous one.

None of that matters now.

He’s opened the door and guided you inside.

“My roommates working tonight.” He says, now you really study him.

His eyes are blown out, cheeks red, from you or the alcohol is unclear, hes really filled out in the past few months since he’s been here. His hair is slightly longer too.

“Sho,” you say. “I’ve really missed you these past few months. I’ve also had a lot of time to think about things,” you step towards him, putting your arms around his neck you slide closer, having to stand on your tippy toes a bit to get close to being eye level with him. Your eyes are heavy, lids half closed. “I really want to fuck you.” Its low and sultry.

The way you’re looking at him, the sound of your voice, your outfit. The pink bra he recognizes as one he had been eyeing on a shopping trip with you.

You two had gone to the mall together a few weeks before he left, last minute shopping for his big move.

You dragged him into a bra and panty store last second, due to the large sale sign sitting in front of the door.

As you looked around, Shoyo’s eyes were caught off guard by a bright pink fabric. He moved closer to eye it.

It was lacy and the color was perfect.

He pictured you in it, how good it would look on you.

He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help it.

“That bra,” he breathes out. “It’s the one from the mall back home.”

“You think I didn’t see you looking at it in the store? Plus it’s cute. Right?”

He chuckles a bit before locking eyes with you.

“You’re cute.” He says.

You blush and go to turn your head but before you can he cups the side of your face, turning you back to face him.

He pulls you back in for another kiss. Yet again he picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist. He leads you to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

Still holding the slow and sloppy kiss he lays you down oh the blankets.

You’re immediately engulfed in a comforting and familiar smell.

All the days and nights spent in his room, sleeping over, laying together much closer than best friends should.

Feet entangled under the blankets as you two face each other and giggle over nothing.

Now this is different, not sweet and innocent, no, its much more than that, this is sinful and gluttonous.

He’s on top of you leaving wet, hot kisses down your jaw and neck, following the collar of your v-neck, he kisses the exposed parts of your breasts.

Once he reaches the point in the v he stops, only to start pulling your shirt up, you sit up right and quickly discard of it. He guides his hand up to trace the hem of the bra gently for a moment, before grabbing your face and pulling you back in.

You reach back up to cup his face in both your hands, pulling him closer to you.

He reaches between your bodies and unbuttons your jeans with ease.

“Take these off.”

Its stern and desperate.

You immediately obey and move to stand in front of him.

You face him and make a show out of discarding your pants.

You turn around, back now facing him, and slowly you shimmy your pants down, bending over to pull them down, slowly, arching a bit as you do.

Once the pants are at your ankles, you stand back up even slower.

Finishing your little tease act, you turn back around.

Shoyo’s eyes are wide and it seems like he’s malfunctioning.

“Sho?” You say, sweet as could be.

“You are so fucking sexy, holy fucking shit.” A smile now crosses his face.

A giggle escapes your lips.

“C’mere,” he stands up grabbing you gently, hands wrapping themselves around you before he quickly does a 180° with you in his arms.

You squeal as he yet again pins you under him.

“But really, who d’ya think you are showing up here, wearing a cute lil’ bra, nails done how i like, oh, and not to mention, these cute panties to match! Y’know im starting to think you only came here to have sex with me.” He says, he’s always been bold but you didn’t expect him to be like this.

“Mhm,” you nod your head no. “I came here because I missed you Sho.”

He smiles at the admission. Standing up to pull his shirt off, he loses his breath when he looks down.

You’re on your elbows, legs tucked up so your knees are in the air. You’re eyes are heavy and seductive. The way you’re positioned and looking at him is pornographic.

He literally moans out loud before ripping off his shirt, then he quickly pushes his pants off.

Eagerly he crawls back over you.

“M’gonna fuck you so good.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, you’ve only seen him like this before a volleyball match.

He yet again captures your lips, kissing down you again, this time though, he trails down your stomach stopping at the top of your underwear.

But instead of taking them off he pushes your underwear to the side.

He spits onto your already wet heat.

You gasp at the sensation then cut yourself off with a small whimper when he slides a finger up and down you.

He stands up, pulling you to the edge of the bed. He drops his underwear, stroking himself for a second before spitting on his hand and continuing the motions.

“I think you’re ready f’me baby. Don’t you?” He says it so condescendingly, like he doesn’t think youre actually ready.

“Please Sho, need you s’bad.”

He groans rolling his head back for a moment before he pushes your underwear back over.

He guides his tip to go up, causing a slight moan to leave your mouth.

“No teasing!” You say quickly.

He chuckles, “Ok, ok, I wont.”

He lines himself up and pushes into you.

He girthy and bigger than you expected.

Definitely the biggest you’d ever had.

“F-fuck! You’re so fucking tight oh my god.” He’s breathing raggedly.

He sits still in you for a moment until you rock your hips forward.

“Move Sho.” You say.

And he does.

He’s throwing you in insane positions you didn’t even know you could do.

But as his thrusts get sloppier he stops, flipping you over to be in missionary.

“Why’d you stop?” You ask, breathless.

“Shh, im not stopping.” He says.

Suddenly he has you pinned down. Legs spread wide, as he presses over you.

Arms hooked around the backs of your knees as you’re now in a mating press.

He bottoms back out into you.

“Ah! Fuck! Feels s’good Sho!”

He’s selfish. He knows he is.

Who is he to throw you in 8 different positions in the past 40 minutes? Twisting you and contorting you in crazy ways.

It’s your doing. You and him both know that.

You came to Brazil, surprised him, wore a matching set, had your nails done just the way he likes. Not to mention the multiple times you had straight up said you wanted to sleep with him over the course of the night.

He picks up the pace, he’s moving out of you so quickly and harshly, your eyes are rolled into the back of your head.

Your moaning a jumble of his name and other gibberish, which he assumes is supposed to be words.

“Baby,” he speaks through his teeth. “Need ya’ to cum fa’ me. Cant keep going much longer m’self.” Its broken up through his grunts and smacks of his hips onto you.

You werent even really close so it surprised you that his simple words seemed to completely take you over the edge.

You’re shaking and calling his name loudly, nails gripping his sheets.

He continues his rough pace, until he yet again slows down, his groans are getting louder and whiney.

“F-fuck! M’gonna cum!” He’s now folded over you, forehead touching yours.

“In me Sho! Cum in me baby!” You say, moaning at just the thought of him filling you up.

“Ah! Fuck!” He slows his movements down. Adjusting so your legs now rest around his waist. He drops his full weight on you.

Your hands make their way to his hair, playing with it between your fingers.

You’re both breathing heavily.

“Sho?”

“Mm?”

“Can we be boyfriend and girlfriend?”

He shifts his head so his chin is resting on your stomach as he now makes eye contact with you.

“I was just about to ask you that!”

Small, love-drunk and real-drunken giggles fill the room.

The mans breathing slowly gets softer and softer.

Its only when he hums a bit and rubs his face on you, in a weak attempt at getting closer, that you realize he’s in fact asleep.

Masterlist

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

You know that Hades loves whenever Yuu drops by to visit. He pretends to be annoyed by it, but he helps her with the hard dance moves for just dance. I’m talking about these impossible dance moves. Imagine the fuming jealousy from the Hercules cast and other villains.

For real though, I’m not sure what just dance expects from its players sometimes. Don’t get me started on the alternate version of Bad Romance.

My toxic trait is watching the youtube video for Just Dance's Circus (Extreme) and thinking that I can do that.

Honestly though, ever since Pain and Panic met Yuu and the twst cast, Hades has been going through it. From playing the OHSHC and Sailor Moon theme songs in the Underworld to flashing colourful lights near River Styx, reading Yuu x Dorm Leader fanfiction and being invited to Ignihyde internet multiplayer game nights, the Lord of the Dead has seen it all.

I can see Yuu being the number 2 Just Dance player in

And yes, everyone is incredibly jealous how well Hades and Yuu get along but considering how bad he has it in this AU (from having a shut in with the social skills of an agoraphobic lobster as his protege, the most incompetent henchmen as his fellow wingmen, Yuu being denser than a blackhole with regards to romance, the Aphrodite incident, The Hercules cast in general, etc) I think he deserves a reprieve (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Thanks for the ask ♡

[sassatoru]

ENZO’S JASON TODD COLLECTION

key: ♡ fluff | ✮ angst | ☼ smut

SERIES:

LITTLE PRINCE AND PRETTY WITCH ♡ part 1 // part 2

summary. bruce doesn’t approve of Jason’s infatuation with Constantine’s pupil/wars. Not the Jason cares

LOVE LIKE THIS

summary. a collection of biker!jason

HEADCANONS + DRABBLES:

falling asleep on him

riding him ☼

jealous reader + semi public bathroom ☼

jealous jason ☼

baby making ☼

brat taming ☼

he loves you ☼

praise kink ☼

jason loves his girl ☼

face sitting ☼

period sex ☼

ak!jason eating you out ☼

eating you out ☼

baby fever ☼

ak!jason with gun kink ☼

assistant!reader ☼

FICS:

THE BOYFRIEND ISSUE ♡ [wc. 0.8k]

summary. you get stood up by your boyfriend, but jason is always there to help

ASK AWAY ♡ [wc. 0.7k]

summary. you propose to your long time boyfriend

EMERGENCY ROOM ♡✮ [wc. 1.2k]

summary. during jason’s reign as red hood, the joker attacks the infamous nightingale, who was jason’s girlfriend before he died [titans!verse]

ONE WORLD TO ANOTHER ♡✮ [wc. 0.9k]

summary. after a suicide attempt, instead of dying you’re transported to another universe to meet your soulmate [soulmate au]

MY LADY, OH SORCERESS ♡ [wc. 0.9k]

summary. reader is the strongest sorceress is the DCU, her and Constantine are good friends, she also help out a certain red hood. plot twist, they’re married

LONG DISTANCE ♡ [wc. 2.0k]

summary. reader is a green lantern, and being stationed far away is a stress on her relationship

OWNED ☼ [wc. 0.7k]

summary. arkham knight!jason todd who wants he owns you

DON’T YOU LOVE ME STILL? ♡☼ [wc. 1.4k]

summary. reuniting after his death

COME HOME TO ME ✮♡ [wc. 0.8k]

summary. reader loses her mind after jason dies, he comes back to try and bring her home.

TELL ME YOU SEE ME ✮♡☼ [wc. 1.3k]

summary. catwoman’s pathetic protege remeets her childhood frenemy

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[porcelanitaa]

AAA ITS USS, WE TINY!! ♡

ᜊ( ´ ˘ `) ੭ tiny babies ₊˚· ७

[hansolsticio]

✦ — "mansinha". ᯓ s. changbin.

— namorado maromba! changbin × leitora. — 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮: smut. — 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1930. — 𝗮𝘃𝗶��𝗼𝘀: thigh riding, superestimulação, strength kink, linguagem imprópria, menção à: anal, penetração & safeword, um tapa (contexto sexual), orgasmo forçado (consensual!!!), o binnie é um amorzinho ♡. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: não importa o que me falem, esse homem é a minha babygirl!!!!

Um som estridente interrompeu o silêncio confortável que envolvia vocês dois, era uma música bem chiclete que você chutava ser do newjeans, mas o estado sonolento no qual você se encontrava não deixou que seus ouvidos idenficassem ao certo. Seus braços envolveram a cintura de Changbin com mais força para impedi-lo de se levantar do sofá, você sabia bem o que o alarme significava. Arrumou sua postura, a fim de se sentar no colo dele com mais firmeza.

"Não.", você murmurou baixinho, sentindo o torso do seu namorado vibrar num riso contido.

"Cê sempre faz isso.", a voz meio rouca indicava que ele também havia caído no sono.

"E você nunca me ouve.", reclamou, sem fazer questão de abrir os olhos.

"Eu tenho que ir, princesa...", o homem já se preparava para mais uma sessão de persuasão e chantagem.

"Cê já vai todos os dias, não custa nada faltar só hoje.", nem precisou olhar para o seu rosto, ele já conseguia ouvir o biquinho na sua voz.

"Eu volto rapidinho, amor.", começou a te fazer cafuné, era tudo estratégia.

"Mas eu quero ficar com você, Binnie.", o apelidinho saiu manhoso, você também guardava uns truques na manga.

"Por quê você não vai comigo então?", a pergunta era tão batida, ao ponto de se tornar retórica.

"Ah, não! Da última vez que treinei com você, fiquei uns três dias sem andar direito.", você sentia seus músculos tensionarem só de lembrar. Changbin não conteve o sorrisinho pretensioso — a mente dele sempre surgia com umas respostas meio ridículas.

"Achei que 'cê gostasse de quando eu te deixo sem andar.", mal conteve o riso. O tapa estalado que ele recebeu no peito não foi capaz de o surpreender, mas ele soltou um "ai" dolorido mesmo assim.

"Pois me deixa sem andar que eu te deixo sem namorada já já.", a ameaça não intimidava ninguém.

"Foi só brincadeira. Não exagera, amor.", disse todo bonitinho, como sempre fazia quando queria conseguir algo de ti. Você soltou um "aham" cheio de desinteresse, conhecia bem seu namorado. "E então?", era hora de tentar de novo.

"E 'então' o quê?", você se fez de desentendida.

"Vai me deixar ir?", ele era um homem muito esperançoso.

"Já disse que não.", você queria muito encerrar esse assunto e voltar a cochilar usando seu namorado de travesseiro.

"Eu preciso ficar forte 'pra você, amor.", birrento, parecia até uma criancinha mimada.

"Você já é forte o suficiente, Changbin.", levou suas mãos aos braços firmes, apertando-os como se estivesse provando o seu ponto.

"Mas eu preciso ficar mais forte. Tenho que proteger minha princesa.", envolveu sua cintura com os braços grandes te apertando num abraço quase sufocante.

"A gente não tá mais na pré-história, Binnie. Te garanto que não tem nenhum lobo vindo 'pra me comer.", a voz saiu abafada, as vezes seu namorado não tinha noção da própria força. Changbin pensou em mais um comentário idiota com a sua resposta, mas esse ele guardou para si mesmo.

"Já deu, amor. Vou lá bem rapidinho e volto 'pra você, 'tá bom?", soou decidido dessa vez. Se ele deixasse, você manteria ele travado nessa discussão por muito mais tempo.

"Nãooo, Binnieee.", o encarou e fez beicinho, esperava pela compaixão do seu namorado. Você selou a boca rosinha, tentando desmanchar o rostinho marrento. "Por que você não fica aqui...", selou a bochecha fofinha, "comigo...", deu uma mordidinha na outra, "... e me deixa cuidar de você? Hm?", roçou a ponta do nariz no pescoço quentinho. Você sabia muito bem o quão manhoso seu namorado era, então tentar conquistá-lo com denguinho era definitivamente a melhor opção. Changbin semicerrou os olhos, mordendo o interior das bochechas para segurar o sorriso.

"Me escuta: eu vou te dar o que você quer e vou 'pra academia, princesa.", colocou o seu cabelo atrás da orelha com delicadeza. Isso não foi uma sugestão, você sabia que não era.

"E o que é que eu quero?", seu rosto parecia genuinamente confuso.

"Quando você fica mimada assim, nós dois sabemos que é falta de pau, meu amor.", disse com um jeitinho tão doce que fez seu cérebro dar um nó. "Mas isso eu só vou te dar quando chegar em casa.", o carinho singelo que os polegares dele faziam no seu rosto não condiziam com as palavras e isso, ironicamente, te excitava.

"E quem disse que eu vou deixar você ir?", você resolveu entrar no joguinho dele, já que claramente ganharia algo com isso.

"Confia em mim: você não vai ter forças 'pra reclamar, princesa.", selou sua testa, tão fofinho quanto sempre era. As mãos grandes já desciam para apertar suas coxas, ele tinha pressa, mas sabia que precisava brincar direitinho com você — caso contrário, ele não iria ser capaz de te 'domar'.

"Tá convencido demais, 'cê não acha não?", levantou uma das sobrancelhas, adorava quando a versão prepotente do seu namorado fazia uma aparição.

"Claro que não.", os lábios molhadinhos brincavam com a pontinha da sua orelha. "Você sempre fica mansinha depois que eu te faço gozar.", selou a área, se afastando para te encarar. E você estava mais do que determinada a tirar aquele sorrisinho canalha do rosto dele.

"Me deixa mansinha então, Binnie.", roçou os lábios nos do seu namorado. Changbin não hesitou em te agarrar, beijando sua boca com lascívia. Esfregava a língua molhadinha na sua e te apertava contra o corpo grande. Você sorvia os lábios do homem, a saliva correndo entre as bocas de vocês, deixando tudo meladinho.

Ele colocou as mãos por baixo da sua blusa para brincar com seus seios descobertos. Beliscava os biquinhos sem dó e mordia seu lábio inferior só para ver a carne ficar inchadinha.

"Assim dói, Binnie!", reclamou toda chorosa.

"Dói, meu bem? Hm?", dissimulou uma expressão de piedade. "Então 'tá rebolando no meu pau por quê? Fala 'pra mim.", indagou com deboche, vendo você cessar o movimento da sua cintura — que você sequer sabia quando havia começado. "Ah, não para não, gatinha. 'Cê não quer gozar?", agora esfregava os polegares nos biquinhos dos seus peitos, sentindo o seu corpo arrepiar. "Tive uma ideia melhor. Por quê você não tira esse shortinho 'pra mim?", e novamente, aquilo não era uma sugestão.

Você se levantou contra sua vontade, abaixando o short rapidinho — ficando nua, pois não costumava usar calcinha em casa. Já ia se sentar para voltar a sua posição anterior, mas as mãos do seu namorado te impediram. Encarou ele em confusão, vendo-o ajustar a posição no sofá abrindo as pernas ainda mais.

"Senta nessa aqui.", usou a cabeça para indicar uma das coxas dele. Sua expressão de confusão se agravou, mas ainda assim fez o que ele te disse. Você arfou ao sentir os músculos durinhos entrando em contato com a sua buceta sensível. "Pode começar.", você olhou seu namorado nos olhos com uma interrogação enorme desenhada no seu rosto. Changbin riu da sua inocência — não é possível que você ainda não tenha entendido. "É 'pra rebolar, princesa. Quer gozar? Então me usa.", apertou seu queixo entre o polegar e o indicador, explicando como se você fosse estúpida.

"Mas eu quero foder, Binnie.", fez beicinho só para ver se conquistava. O tapa ardido que ele desferiu na sua bunda deixou claro que não adiantou.

"Já falei que só vou te dar pau quando voltar, putinha burra. Agora, ou você goza assim ou eu te deixo aqui sem nada.", disse maldoso — coisa que Changbin só era quando estava excitado. O jeitinho perverso fazendo você melar a coxa do seu namorado.

Derrotada, você apoiou as mãos nos ombros fortes, começando a esfregar a bucetinha na carne firme. Você admitia que estava impressionada com o quão gostosa era a sensação, a pele quentinha estimulava o seu pontinho do jeito certo. Changbin mantinha as mãos na sua cintura, mas não te controlava, era só o suficiente para te dar apoio.

"Binnie...", gemeu ao sentir seu namorado tensionar os músculos de propósito, intensificando a sensação. Seu buraquinho pulsava, o sentimento de vazio fazendo você rebolar com mais vigor, desesperada para sentir algo te preenchendo.

"Porra, olha sua cara de vadia, amor. Parece uma cadela doidinha por pau.", Changbin achava que ia acabar gozando com a situação, seus chorinhos faziam o pau latejar. "Tá desesperada, putinha?", perguntou cruel, vendo você concordar freneticamente com a cabeça. "Desesperada o suficiente 'pra me deixar foder esse rabinho? Hm?", sussurrou pertinho da sua orelha, sentindo você cravar as unhas nas costas musculosas. "Você quer, não é, vadiazinha? Aposto que se mela toda só de pensar nesse buraquinho pingando de tanta porra.", você sentiu seu corpo convulsionar, soluçava alto enquanto sua entradinha apertava sem parar, o melzinho escorrendo pela coxa de Changbin.

Seu namorado usava as mãos fortes para te ajudar a mover seus quadris, fazendo seu orgasmo durar mais. A sensação gostosa já deixava seu corpo, dando lugar a queimação e a sensibilidade, assim que você percebeu que Changbin não pretendia parar. Te forçava a continuar rebolando e sustentava uma expressão sedenta no rosto bonito.

"B-binnie, assim não... Ah!", seu corpo retesava, o líquido ainda escorria da sua intimidade — que parecia sentir dor e prazer ao mesmo tempo. "Para, Binnie... S-sensível.", você e seu corpo davam sinais desalinhados, o rostinho contorcido numa expressão dolorosa não conseguia competir com a sua cintura — que já se mexia frenética, buscando outro orgasmo.

"Me faz parar então.", o homem te conhecia o suficiente, sabia respeitar seus limites — e se vocês tinham uma safeword, era por alguma razão. Ele sabia que você usaria se precisasse. "Não consegue me parar? Você é tão fraquinha assim, meu amor?", além disso, ele também tinha plena consciência do tesão que você alimentava pelo fato dele ser mais forte.

Changbin era sempre um amor com você, exceto quando ele não era.

"Vai gozar 'pra mim de novo, não vai?", chiou de dor, sentindo você enfiar as unhas nos braços dele. "Vai. Não é, putinha? A vadiazinha não consegue me impedir, então vai ter que gozar de novo.", você sentia sua mente girar de tanto tesão, a visão já começava a escurecer, você sequer tinha noção do quão alto estava gemendo.

Seu cérebro apagou. Quando abriu os olhos, estava com rosto enfiado no pescoço do seu namorado. Seu corpo tremia, mas sua respiração já havia normalizado e você sentia um carinho gostoso no cabelo. Se afastou vagarosamente, vendo o homem te olhar todo apaixonadinho.

"Você tá bem, minha princesinha?", a voz era doce, o carinho que você sentia no seu cabelo agora havia descido para suas costas. Você concordou com a cabeça, voltando a se enfiar no pescoço de Changbin.

"Soninho. O que aconteceu, Binnie?", sua voz estava rouquinha, você retribuía o afago, fazendo cafuné na nuca do seu namoradinho.

"Cê gozou e se enfiou aí, ficou paradinha por uns bons minutos. Fiquei preocupado, meu amor. Tem certeza que tá bem?", o tom ainda era meio aflito, ele temia ter passado dos limites.

"Tô sim, Binnie. Prometo. Acho que só acabei caindo no sono.", a verdade é que você ainda se sentia meio sonolenta. "Foi gostoso, relaxa.", tentou passar o máximo de segurança, tinha consciência de que seu namorado era meio paranoico.

"Se você tá dizendo, eu acredito.", suspirou aliviado, dando um beijinho no seu ombro.

"Você ainda vai sair, Binnie?", usou toda a carência que conseguiu, esfregando a ponta do nariz no pescoço bonitinho.

"Não, meu amor.", não conseguiu conter o riso quando te viu dar um pulinho de alegria. "Vou ficar aqui 'pra cuidar da minha princesinha.", deu um selo casto na sua bochecha. "Mas amanhã você vai treinar comigo.", disse brincalhão.

"Ah não, Changbin!"

# — © 2024 hansolsticio ᯓ★ masterlist.

[kryptznnn]

☠︎︎ ♡/♛- Disrespectful Masterlist ☠︎︎

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➸ INTERESTS; -jjk!geto suguru/satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; -living within your early twenties, you were working alongside Geto as his protege. As he required extended information on someone who served an important part of his past that he claimed was his enemy, he sends you out to become his personal spy. The only problem was that what the future had in store between you and both men was highly unexpected.

➸ WARNINGS; - flirting, tension between two parties, love triangle, slowburn, mentions of sexual behavior, spying, double agent, romantic mentions, sexual themes.(specified warnings for each chapter)

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♡ (fluff/romantic tension)- Chapter 1; Digging deeper into it

♡ (romantic tension/fluff)- Chapter 2; Don't get too close

♡/♛ (slight smut/tension)- Chapter 3; Strung out too far

♡/♛ (heavy smut/fluff)- Chapter 4; (Satoru Gojo Vers.) I'm all yours

♡/♛ (heavy smut/fluff)- Chapter 5; (Suguru Geto Vers.) I'm all yours

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