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Guys, I don’t think I can wait for season two… I need more of that autistic blonde… I need him so bad

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you were minding your business while you were out driving, on your way to the grocery store, when you hear sirens behind you blaring. you look at your rear-view mirror to see the flashing red and blue lights, you tense up and pull over. you weren't even speeding, just going five over the speed limit. everyone goes five over the speed limit.

you try and calm yourself down, maybe he'll let you go easy.

you hear a tap on your window and look over to see a familiar broad chest in front of your window, with the familiar badge number and name tag on his chest. sawamura daichi. it read. you roll down your window and he bends down to get to eye level, you could recognize those brown eyes from anywhere, even if they were hiding behind a pair of aviators (that you bought him).

"hi ma'am, may i see your license and registration." he tilts his aviators down to get a better look at your face. you smile at your husband's antics.

"yes, officer" you say as you lean over to your glove compartment, going along with his silly act. you grab your registration and open your wallet to hand him your license. he takes it from your hand, making sure to brush his hand against yours.

as he's examining the two items you handed over he asks, "are you aware why i pulled you over ma'am?" he looks back down at you, handing back your license and registration.

"no officer." you say with a smile, trying hard to contain your laughter. clearly he's going with the bit.

"you were speeding, that's going to cost you." he pulls out his ticket book and a pen to write it down.

"but officer i was only going five over!" you plead, no way your own husband was about to write you up.

"five over it still speeding ma'am, not going to let a pretty lady like you that easily" he smirks, tearing off the ticket and handing it to you. "it'll cost you one kiss."

"really?" you quirk an eyebrow, all this for a kiss?

"yes really" he bends down into an uncomfortable position, cupping your cheeks and you lean into his calloused hands. he pulls you closer, head out the window as you kiss him deeply. hopefully this will keep him going for a while. you pull away, both of you smiling ear to ear at this dumb act. you pull him down by his collar again for another one, for good measure of course.

"is that enough officer?" you cheekily ask.

"yes ma'am, have a good day." he replies, pulling his aviators down the bridge of his nose to give you a wink before he walks away. you wink back at him.

"bye officer!" you yell at your husband as he walks away, rolling up your car window. you look at the ticket he gave you and you see that he scribbled the words:

we're out of milk

you roll your eyes as you open your phone, going to the contact labeled with daichi ❤️ to send him a text.

you: if we needed milk you could've just texted me

daichi ❤️ : now where's the fun in that?

@cottonlemonade , this one’s for you

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I hate how things change. How we said we’d keep in touch. And in my mind I worried and wondered, “what if you forget me?” You will run forward into life making new friends and finding new experiences. When you look back I will be a blurry smudge in the past, one you struggle to remember. Like the name of your favorite song from years ago you just can’t put your finger on.

Instead, I forgot you. The thing I was so worried about, I no longer care for. I only remember your face and your smile when you come up on social media or your name is mentioned. The second after you’ve vanished again. I know I’m not horrible for this, and neither are you. But I would’ve spent that year laughing and crying together over and over again if I could. When I’ve finished writing this and move on with my day I will have forgotten once again.

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i have a request for some ✨emotional, pinning smut✨ for viktor x female!reader based on “Crush” by Cigarettes After Sex

like viktor getting so flustered while watching her try on clothes (“i want to watch you as you’re trying on your clothes, and now you’re all i think about when i’m alone”) and him being just so down bad for the reader

and the sexual tension between them is *palpable*

just some good ol friends to lovers pinning, resolved with some smut

please and thank you, i love your writing 🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hi Anon! I loved this request so much you have no idea!

Skin

viktorxfemale!reader explicit! lots of yearning, poor Viktor :v

author’s note: It's exactly what is says in the request. I listened to a lot of Cigarettes After Sex for this and when it began to annoy me switched to Grimes and remembered she had some good stuff going on in 2012, hence her song Skin will fit this as well if you read with music in the background :) @rennethen beta read!

word count: 2,4K

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Viktor is trying to figure out a way to sink further into your armchair, have it swallow him whole—legs, arms, fingers, every single strand of his hair—before he disintegrates into a puddle. He had no idea it was going to be this bad when you said, "Can we just rest instead of studying for once?"

Sure, he could rest. He’s tried resting before. What could go so especially wrong? Other than, say, you deciding to organise your wardrobe on a whim while he’s trying to read. And then, when he finally gives up on reading—because it is physically impossible to keep his eyes anywhere but on glimpses of you dressing and undressing, tossing clothes around—another thing that could happen is you parading around in a T-shirt long enough to hide your underwear, but not long enough to hide your legs. And it’s just for a moment, just to change a song or take a sip of your tea, but it’s enough for him to sink so deep into the chair that he can feel the springs digging into his ass.

Or, say, you stepping out of the wardrobe in an appallingly microscopic mini skirt, asking, "Is this too short? Am I too old to wear things this short?"

Yes, it’s too goddamn short.

"Hmm, maybe a little?" he offers, trying so hard to make it look like you’ve just interrupted his reading. The same sentence, for about the fifteenth time—but he really is reading. So, just a glimpse. Just one look at your thighs, where they inevitably end and something else begins, and the skirt is so, so short he can almost—

"A little too short, or I’m a little too old?" you chuckle, and—God forsake you—you turn, and your ass cheeks peek from underneath, and now he knows you’re wearing a pair of white knickers. Just plain old cotton, but what it does to him. There is almost no chair left for him to squeeze himself into.

"Uh… both?" he offers weakly, not really knowing what he is saying, and you shoot him a look of mock offense.

"Forgive me, clothes are far from my areas of expertise," Viktor says, finding his voice—and finding some strength to look away and focus on the sentence he’s been trying to read forever. And the voice he’s found is nowhere near dignified enough for him to look you in the eye. It’s exasperated and breathy in a way that makes you pause for a moment before you shrug and retreat to the wardrobe, and he can breathe again.

"Expertise or not, you must have an opinion on something, Viktor," your chant reaches him as you shuffle between hangers, pulling out the next number to reconsider—a dress this time.

"Must I? I will remind you, I was lured into a trap with the promise of a study date, which somehow turned into a fashion show." Viktor mutters, shifting in the armchair—his stomach muscles actually ache from being flexed the whole time. All the forced breaths, all the cramps in his lower belly, are giving him such a hard time.

"Trapped? Excuse me, are you being physically restrained?" you ask, stepping out, your arms folded on your chest, having no idea that he actually is. Having no idea that his legs wouldn’t work, that if he were to stand up and leave, he’d have to crawl out instead.

"I am," he states bravely. "Weighed down by the sheer gravity of this experience." And you smile, thinking that he jests, but he really doesn’t.

Viktor looks at you in your silly dress, his face burning even hotter, lids heavy from all the warmth pooling inside him. He swallows, and you mistake the struggle for restraint as mockery.

"Oh, sod off," you cackle at the look on his face and step back inside, deciding you’ll keep the dress. "You're free to study if you want, you poor soul."

"Thank you, merciful creature," Viktor grits through his teeth, now carefully studying the letters in that one goddamn sentence he’s been trying to read for the past half hour. He’s never felt less free to do anything.

Finally, he admits defeat and puts the book aside. He takes a sip of his tea—now cold—and thank God for something cold in his mouth, because his tongue is a piece of burning coal. Stretching his legs in front of the chair, he surrenders to this slow, exquisite torture: watching you try on skin after skin, none of them particularly vulgar or filthy, but the sheer thought of you being nearly naked just a wall away makes something writhe inside him. Once in a while, he catches vignettes—an arm, a bra strap, a thigh, a little bit of bum as you lean over to pick something up.

And he would have done something a long time ago, but you are such good friends. It would be a real pity to complicate things. So he bears it—all of it. Every accidental touch, every fleeting glance, and allows himself to wonder sometimes, when your face dusts pink around him, if it's really his doing or just circumstantial evidence. If your pupils dilating at his lousy compliments mean something, or if you simply like to be praised. If you invite him over for his exceptional conversational skills. And if yes, he wonders how disappointed you must be today, as all he’s given you are quiet grunts and chuckles to cover how close he is to being absolutely ruined.

His skin is still burning when you step out again, this time wearing just a long sweater, and even that does something to him. You lean over him to press next on the music player, and Viktor catches a whiff of your scent, forcing his eyes not to roll back. He fails, so keeps them clamped shut.

"Is this also undergoing the purge?" he asks, clutching at straws, desperate to redirect his thoughts to any other thing in the universe but your skin under his fingers.

"I don’t know, you tell me." You pause mid-rise, face suddenly close to his. He blinks slowly, and you make nothing of it. His pupils are blown wide, lips parted, but you make nothing of it—just wait for him to reply.

"You must have an opinion," you press, and it feels like you are pressing on his chest, forcing the answer out of him.

"I like the sweater," Viktor whispers, taking the sleeve hem between his fingers. His skin brushes yours. "I like all of your clothes, actually." A confession finally escapes him, voice barely there as something sparks between the contact. And suddenly, you're no longer talking about clothes.

You glance at his eyelashes—long and dark, boyish and shy as his eyes move between two points: your wrist and his fingers.

"This one… is nice," he swallows, accent cutting his words into whispers. He can’t help it. He indulges—just once—in the light brush of his thumb across your wrist, where the skin is so thin he can feel the stutter of your heartbeat.

And you are aware of what’s happening in your chest. But you feel less embarrassed once you spot the similar rhythm pulsing through the vein on Viktor’s neck. And you tell yourself you are only checking if his heart is beating equally fast to yours, not staring. You tell yourself that while staring at the column of his throat and imagining how your tongue would fit in there. How Viktor would lean his head back and sigh if you pressed your lips to this tiny point where his heart echoed.

With you frozen, hovering over him, Viktor doesn’t exactly indulge further—but his hand moves outside of the jurisdiction of his will, fingers wrapping around your wrist. Once his suspicion is confirmed, though, he moves with intent. His fingers slip beneath the sleeve, caressing your forearm before sliding back down, memorising the shape of your knuckles. Your hands are so cold against his, burning, but it’s not the hottest thing you’ve felt yet.

Gently, carefully, he lifts your hand and holds it close to his mouth, palm facing him. His lips barely press against your wrist, and you exhale, your breath visible in the movement of his hair. Still frozen, you close your eyes as Viktor’s mouth travels up your palm, your nails grazing beneath his ear, goosebumps rising along his neck in response. Your fingertips catch on the plush of his lips before he sucks them into his mouth—his tongue hot, hotter than even his touch, swirling over your index finger. You can feel the edge of his teeth against your skin, and your forehead presses against his as you pathetically moan out his name.

The moment the silence is broken, he stops, and it takes everything in you not to whine. He chuckles out a nervous sound but doesn’t let go of your hand.

You decide you owe him the next move. Slowly—so painfully slowly—you shift in front of him, sinking onto your knees on either side of his thighs, still hovering just above him as you weigh the moment, wondering if shoving your fingers into his mouth was enough of an invitation.

Viktor’s hands answer for him. They slide up your legs, thumbs hooking over your hips to press you down onto him, and he groans at the contact. He squeezes, despite himself, looking drunk on the sensation of your core pressing against his, both of you sinking into the tight embrace of the chair. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair, and Viktor gasps, „Oh, God.” His eyes remain closed.

Your fingers on his scalp are almost enough to have him undone, as his hips buck up and you follow his cry with a less dignified, “Oh, fuck,” catching on his lips.

"Please say something," a plea escapes him on an exhale, eyes still hooded, as if opening them could shatter the moment.

Instead, you press your lips to his—a light, hesitant touch at first. Viktor startles, and for a moment, you both just breathe into each other’s mouths. Then, as if something clicks into place in his mind, Viktor moves his tongue. Licks your upper lip, tentative, before his hands slide up your sides—one wrapping around your waist, the other gripping your neck as he pulls you deeper into the kiss.

His mouth claims yours, firm, almost bruising, and he catches up on breathing through his nose. Thumb stretches out your cheek and when you part, it’s only for an inch. He finally looks at you and you whisper, “Something.”

Faces close to each other, foreheads touching, you wordlessly reach for his belt and Viktor’s eyes follow the movement of your fingers. You tug on his pants to slide them down his hips and take in the vision of his cock, outlined in his boxer briefs, throbbing and leaking, a patch of wet cotton sticking to the head.

He grabs your hips, slides them over himself and you both moan as your wet underwear meets his. Hands everywhere on you, under your sweater, on your ass, as if Viktor can’t decide where he wants to touch you the most. His lips find your neck and your spine arches, your cunt pressing firmer on his cock. You feel his breath coming in hot pants with each movement, his tongue swiping along your neck, lips sucking hickeys into your skin.

He tugs at your jumper and with no words said, you lift your arms to help him rid you of it and do the same with his layers, baring his chest. You kiss his clavicle, and Viktor can’t help but whimper at the feeling of your hot mouth against him.

His fingers hover over your back, a silent question about your bra but before you can nod or say anything, you undo it with one flick and Viktor’s lips are on you immediately. On your breasts, on your nipples, just frantically licking and nipping before his tongue travels back up, tracing a slick line through your sternum, your neck, chin and lands back in your mouth.

He pushes you closer to him, your chests meet, and you sigh at the feeling of his heartbeat next to yours. You kiss him and between kisses Viktor breathes, “God, you are so wet.”

“You are so wet too,” you reply, and he chuckles. You rub against each other, your hips rolling on top of his and he hides his face in your neck, forcing himself not to come before you. You wrap your arms back around him, mouth hanging open against his forehead, his hair tickling your face. One, two more rolls of your hips, two more rubs against his clothed cock and you come twitching, pressing his face into your throat, with a force that could snap his neck, and he both feels the moan vibrating in your larynx and hears it ringing in his ears.

Not letting you go, he ruts into you, sliding his cock between your sore, swollen lips, soon to join you with your name falling from his mouth in a quiet broken whimper, muffled with a bite on your neck and you can feel the wetness spreading between your legs, hot and sticky as your underwear merges into one mess of cum. You both breathe heavily, stay embraced before looking at each other.

When Viktor shivers beneath you, you suddenly remember that you might be crushing him and wince, asking “Am I hurting your leg?”

“No, God, no,” he mutters into the pool between your collar bones and his breath is still so warm. His palm is splayed on the nape of your neck, heavy and firm, other encircles your waist. You comb his hair away from his forehead and look at him firmly. “So… fashions shows. Not so bad in the end, huh?”

He cackles, caught off guard. “Not so bad, no,” he muses, looking you deep in the eyes. Spent, happy, cheeks pink and hair tussled, he looks so pretty it takes everything in you to not smooch him in another kiss. “I might want to frequent those more often,” he says bashfully, and you smile.

“Oh, there is a lot to be seen. I haven’t even begun with the underwear drawer,” you whisper against his lips and kiss him softly and to Viktor it’s abundantly clear, that he will have to crawl out of here were he ever going to leave.

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I miss individual, sappy fics about specific characters.

I feel like everything I read these days is tagged:

(gojo, heizou, Izuku, Levi, a million other characters +your fav!!)

and I get that it reaches a bigger audience (and authors on tumblr gotta do what we gotta do) but I miss seeing fics that are aimed at specific characters and are tooth rottingly sweet or angsty. Those authors just know how to reach into your soul and make you SOB and i love it.

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Fluff/comfort

Morning Rallies

Ⳋ᧙  𓈒   ⊹˖  ॱ

The soft glow of early sunlight seeped through the curtains, gently painting the room in hues of gold and pink. You stirred awake, your face buried in the warm crook of Kuroo’s neck. The steady rise and fall of his chest was a soothing rhythm that made you want to stay wrapped up in this moment forever.

“Five more minutes,” you mumbled sleepily, tightening your hold on him as the faint beep of your alarm went off in the background.

Kuroo chuckled, his voice still rough from sleep. “You’re the one who has morning practice, Ace. Not me.”

You groaned and buried your face deeper into his hoodie, inhaling the faint scent of laundry detergent mixed with something undeniably Kuroo. “We both do,” you reminded him, nudging his side. “Coach is gonna kill me if I’m late again.”

His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. “Let me guess. You’re hoping your charm will save you again?”

You cracked an eye open and shot him a groggy glare. “Don’t forget who’s carrying the team on her back right now. If I show up late but play well, Coach will forgive me.”

“Big talk,” Kuroo teased, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “But don’t think I won’t block at full power next time we scrimmage.”

Your lips curled into a smirk. “You wish you could block me.”

Kuroo’s laugh rumbled against your cheek as he stretched his long legs out, knocking a blanket onto the floor. “All right, superstar, let’s go. I don’t want to be responsible for your ‘tragic fall from grace.’”

You groaned but finally sat up, rubbing at your eyes. Kuroo stayed sprawled on your bed, watching you with a lazy smile. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be the reliable team captain, you’re really bad at motivating people in the morning.”

“Hey, I’m plenty reliable,” he shot back, sitting up and ruffling his messy black hair. “You’re just too stubborn to listen to me.”

You rolled your eyes as you stood up and stretched. “That’s because you’re usually talking nonsense.”

As you dug through your closet for your practice gear, you felt his gaze linger on you, warm and unhurried. “What?” you asked, turning around with an eyebrow raised.

“Nothing,” Kuroo said, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just thinking how lucky Nekoma is that they’ll get to play against the best ace in the city.”

“Damn right,” you shot back, tossing a pillow at him. “Don’t forget it.”

He caught the pillow effortlessly and leaned forward, smirking. “Oh, trust me, I won’t. Just don’t forget who’s the best middle blocker in Tokyo.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and grabbed your water bottle. “C’mon, Mr. Best Blocker. Let’s see if you can actually wake up and keep up this morning.”

“Challenge accepted,” Kuroo said, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up with a lazy grin.

The two of you made your way to the door, already bickering about who’d get to the gym first. As you laced up your sneakers and grabbed your volleyball bag, you couldn’t help but glance at Kuroo out of the corner of your eye.

Maybe mornings weren’t so bad after all.

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Nsfw below the cut!!

Thinking about Kaminari who is so, so good for you.

When you come home frustrated from work or school, and you don't even have to say anything, you simply exchange a look. He knows.

You drop your bag to the floor and saunter across the room, taking a seat on the couch. You cross your legs and sink into the cushions. The exhaustion of the day pulls you deeper into the couch as you mull over the shitty people you've had to put up with. As you huff and sigh Kaminari slinks over, sugary sweet. You think you could get drunk off of the way he looks at you when you're like this. When he knows what's coming.

"How was your day baby?" He murmurs as he drops to all fours.

He all but crawls over to you, sliding his nimble fingers between your legs and prying your thighs apart. Your fingers find their way to his hair as you mumble something unintelligible in response. He looks up at you from between your legs, batting his long lashes, begging for something unspoken.

"That bad? Need me to make it all better?"

You nod. You can feel his little breaths on your thigh. It sends a delicious tingle up your spine. You can see how worked up he's getting, the way his pants have become tight, and his cheeks flushed.

"Tell me mama. Tell me I can make you feel better. Jus' wanna make you feel better. Please."

You'd trained him never to act without permission and you almost wanted to deny him right then and there. To force him to sit there and watch while you helped yourself feel better, with his hands behind his back. Unable to do anything but writhe while his cock strained against his pants, twisting with desire to touch you. But really, how could you say no to those puppy eyes? He was excellent at begging.

"M'kay. Make me feel better baby."

He's all over you in an instant. His hands pulling down your tights and lips pressing little kisses against the plush flesh of your tummy and thighs. He nips at your inner thigh, and you gasp, shooting him a look. He grins sheepishly and kisses over the spot. His fingers move to rub gentle, painfully slow circles against your clit through your panties and you whine. He keeps his eyes on yours the whole time as he continues with the torturously slow pace, and you hold his gaze.

"Need to taste you.."

You nod and open your legs a little further.

"Go right ahead sweetheart."

He takes this as an invite to replace his fingers with his mouth. Your panties are already soaked, and he languidly sucks on the fabric. Your hands pull at his hair as your head falls back against the couch cushions. The feeling of his hot mouth and the texture of the fabric against your pussy has you reeling. The sensation building in your tummy and the way that he looks up at you from his place between your things has you losing your shit. Your hands tug at his hair, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes dewy. He moans into your pussy, and you cry out.

"Fuck Kami' so good for me. Such a good fucking boy. Oh, my goddd."

You don't even have the time of day to be embarrassed about the sounds coming out of your mouth. Kaminari knows exactly what the fuck he's doing, and he's doing it well. His tongue swirls against your clit, drawing figure eights into your folds. He sucks, hard and everything spins. he releases your clit with a wet pop, and you whine at the loss of contact. He shoots you a small smile.

"Don't worry. Gon' make you feel even better. I got you."

He pulls your panties off of your legs, relishing how fucking wet they are before he's back at your cunt. Lapping at you like a dog. He brings his fingers to your entrance and circles it a few times before sticking two in. His fingers are so deliciously long. Maybe it's something to do with his gaming addiction but he knows how to curve them just right.

"Taste so good mama.. Fuck. Can't get enough of you."

His voice vibrates through your cunt. His mouth is on your clit and he's fucking you on his fingers so good you think you might cry. It's too much, you can feel it coming, that pressure rising in your tummy. You rip him away from your cunt.

"C'mere baby. Up on the couch. Need you to fill me up. You can do that for me right baby?"

You all but drag him onto the couch and straddle him. Your wet pussy rubs against the fabric of his jeans and you moan. You grind yourself against him a few times, pushing his shoulders into the cushions as you kiss him roughly. His hand travel under your shirt as he kisses you right back, hips lifting to meet yours. You break the kiss and hurriedly unbutton his pants and rip off his boxers. You salivate at the sight of his dick, flushed and leaking with precum. You wipe the leaking tip with your thumb and bring it to your mouth. Kaminari lets out a groan as your tongue swirls around you finger. You smirk and resume kissing him as one hand goes to line his dick up with your entrance.

Slamming down on him, you cry out in satisfaction. This is exactly what you needed after today. Kaminari fiddles with your shirt and you brush the hair out of his face as you help him get your top off. You unclip your bra as you roll your hips against his. You allow him to suck harsh kisses into your neck and across your chest as you pound your hips down again and again. His mouth, his skin, his warmth feels ethereal. You grasp one of his hands in your own as you continue to work yourself on his dick.

"Love you so much baby. Such a good boy fer' me."

You're drunk off the way he feels. The way he acts. So pliant for you, so obedient, so good. Making you feel so good. The way he sits there and takes it as you spend yourself on him. He shifts to get better access to your neck and angles his hips, hitting a spot inside you that has you seeing stars for the nth time. You begin to shake and grip at his shoulders as you struggle to keep the pace. "Kami you feel so good ohmygod fuck. Please, please, please." You whine.

But the fatigue of the day is catching up to you. You hadn't realized just how exhausted you were. You groan in frustration, arms shaking as you try to reach your high. Kaminari is panting as your hips stutter. He reaches and arm behind your head and brings your forehead to his.

"Let me help you. Jus' wanna make you cum. Promise I'll be so good. Let me do it I got *haah* I got you."

Through tears of frustration you nod, leaning into his touch.

"Make me cum baby."

With that he flips you onto your back, caging you in his arms and fucking into you so hard your seeing start with every thrust. One hand reaches down to rub circles into your clit as he kisses your tears away.

"Cum for me mama I got you. I'm right here. Your good boy. Jus' wan you to feel better. Cream on my cock." He moans.

His fingers on your clit and his dick hitting that spot repeatedly send you over the edge and you pull him close as your body spasms and twitches. The cord snaps and you let something nasty come out your mouth as your toes curl. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and covering your tummy in cum.

You close your eyes and rest for a minute, breathing hard.

"See, don't you feel better?"

You laugh hoarsely.

"Much. Always know how to make me feel better Kami."

You place a peck on his lips as he gathers you up in his arms and hauls you over to the bathroom to draw a warm bath.

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guess who's back with a WIP angst :>

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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This

sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.

tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.

some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.

reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.

some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.

it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.

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A little hurt comfort ft. your fav

He is in love with you. He is in love with your smile, your laughter, your radiance. He sits at your feet like a dog and basks in the warmth of your light. But he's not just in love with you, he loves you. He loves you through your sunshiny days and loves you through your stormy ones too. He loves the way you persevere, he's proud of his girl. But he also loves you when you need a minute to sit in the mud. He often stoops to sit and just experience it with you.

So, when you stumble into your apartment after a hard day: spilt coffee, harsh words, plans awry - he knows just what to do.

You aren't crying yet. Haven't even said a word. But he can see it. Your jaw is set, and your eyes are anywhere but on his. You set down your bag and hang up your things. He knows you, knows that you'll instantly book it to the bathroom to cry quietly to yourself. You hate being a bother. You duck into the kitchen to grab something, and he pads over to the bathroom as quietly as possible. He hears you sigh and shuffle in his direction as he prepares. The instant your feet hit the cool tile of the bathroom floor you nearly run into him. He stands right in front of you with a sympathetic smile and open arms - a silent invitation. You bite your lip and look towards your toes.

"If I hug you I might cry."

"I know. I'm here. We can talk later."

Your eyes dart up to his and you can feel yourself tearing up. You collapse into his embrace and sob into his chest. He smells fresh and clean and you hate to be dirtying his shirt with your snot and tears but you're too far gone anyways. His large hands cup your face and pet your hair. He gently drops to the floor with you and cradles you there as sobs wrack your body.

"I know baby girl. Just let it all out."

He wipes your tears away from your face with his large thumbs and you can't help but smile as he begins to tear up too. Every time you cry, he ends up crying too. It's actually kind of nice... It makes it feel like he's carrying the weight of your feelings too. You feel less alone. Slowly but surely the tears come fewer and fewer, and your breathing begins to steady. He picks you up like you are made of glass and gently sets you on the counter. You watch his muscular figure as he shuffles over to the tub and begins running you a bath.

The sound of the water echoes through the room and you sigh as strong arms begin to undress you. It's gentle, tender. You feel loved. He slips off your shoes first. Gentle fingers make their way to your socks, prying at the hems before pulling them down shyly. He removes your skirt, then your jacket, and finally your shirt. Your left in your underwear, but the room is warm and steamy, and the exposure doesn't bother you one bit.

"I hope you know you are the most beautiful thing in my world."

You give him a dopey grin as you hiccup through a few happy tears. You don't even know why you're crying at this point. He removes the last few items of clothing and gently places you into the bathtub.

"How about I give you a few minutes to decompress on your own while I make some cookies and tea, then I'll come give you a massage and wash your hair for you."

You're on the verge of tears again, shaky arms reaching out to hang around his neck and grasp at the back of his hair. You press your forehead to his and whisper.

"I love you so much. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

He chuckles and the soft rumble of his chest gives you butterflies.

"You deserve so much more love than you think you do. You are so kind and strong and beautiful. I don't know what I DID to deserve YOU. Besides, I know you'd do the same for me sweetheart."

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There is something so terrifying about moving away or leaving behind people you love. It's not the fact you may never see them again, or the mere separation that hurts. It's the fact that I know you are going to grow without me. You will change, make new friends, develop a different humor.

Little by little you will forget me. That little girl I used to play with in the sand will become something completely different.

Oh, I'd love to believe that we could be best friends forever, but now I'm sitting across from you in a little coffee shop after all those years and I hardly know you. Our interests are completely different.

If we hadn't met on the playground when we were five would we have ever been friends? What would had happened if I had stayed? would our personalities have grown around each other, intertwined? Or would they have grown apart? Would we have molded each other, or split in two? And here I am with the person who used to be my other half. I don't think I've ever felt less complete. I know I will see you again, but there is a good chance I am losing my best friend to time.

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how do we feel abt izuku and reader making out his dorky lil dorm… but they’ve been tryna keep their relationship a secret from the rest of their class 3-a, til aoyama accidentally sneaks a peek in his stalker era! and it’s sort of a bit awkward and izu and yuga end up having to negotiate and talk it out to make sure nobody else ends up finding out… but it’s just a silly moment for the two of them… this idea’s sorta been in my head for so long but i can’t actually write and need someone to articulate this so much better than i could 😭

Hehehe ofc anon I love this!

Izuku would loudly announce that he was going to bed because he has an early morning tomorrow and something about studying. Five minutes later you get a text.

“Come to my room?”

You giggle as you excuse yourself from the conversation to use the bathroom. You and Izu don’t get nearly enough time alone.

You slip into his room and crawl into his outstretched arms. All might merch lines the walls and the sheets your pushing him back onto showcase the hero too. Anyone else would have found it creepy to make out with all might watching, but his dorky little room had become cozy to you.

You straddle him, and pepper kisses all over his face before your lips are on his. His thumbs rub circles into your hips while your hands grasp at his hair. You bite his lip and he groans into the kiss. Your tongues clash as you force your way into his mouth. You hands move to his shoulders and his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

You start kissing down his neck and collar bone and he throws his head back, panting heavily. His breaths come out in little puffs as you nip and suck right where he’s sensitive. You’re about to coax Izu’s shirt off when there’s a flash of light from the window and a squeal.

You and Izuku practically peel apart to find the sound. A startled aoyama stands in the window. His hands are covering his eyes. He peeks at you from between his fingers and squeals again.

“Aoyama wait-“

Deku starts to say, but Yuga is already bolting. Izuku jumps off the bed and jets out the window. You peek your head out to watch him accidentally tackle Aoyama while he shrieks. He flails and writhes in Izuku’s grasp, releasing bright lasers across the campus as he tries to escape. So much for keeping this a secret.

Izu covinces drags him to come back and you both sit him down on the bed to have a little chat. After a few accidental lasers you calm him down enough to have a proper talk.

“Yeah so that’s about it. Do you think you could keep this a secret? I don’t wanna start drama, or what if villains find out! Or aizawa could… Hey what were you doing outside the window anyway!?”

Though he’s rambling, Izuku does have a point. You quirk your eyebrow at Yuga. It is suspicious.

“Ah, you see. I just wanted to leave you an encouraging message you see!”

He leads you and Izu to the window.

“I KNOW YOUR SECRET?! How is that encouraging!! that would have scared us to death.” Izuku shrieks.

You grin at him.

“Well I guess it’s the truth now. He does know our secret.” You giggle.

Yuga waved his hands as he tried to explain.

“Well, see when I was a child my laser would always leak out! That’s why I need the belt.. and it still hurts my tummy, and I’ve noticed your quirk…”

You laugh as he explains the sweet intentions behind the cheese. Aoyama promised to keep his mouth shut. But he made you eat the cheese he brought.

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Katsuki in button up dress shirts that are just a little bit too tight. He rolls up the sleeves and his forearms are out. Your obsessed with his forearms and he knows it. Will spend all night flexing his arms and wrists at the restaurant for absolutely no reason other than to watch you drool over him. Thinking about all the different positions those arms could put you in, all the ways those hands could break you. But-

“Hey! Snap out of it sweets. My mom asked you a question.”

Oh yeah, your at dinner with his parents. He’s so cruel to you. He knows exactly what he’s doing. So you do your best to smile and nod politely at everything his parents say. You offer a response here and there, and keep your mind off of Katsuki’s slutty arms. That is until you feel his hand creeping up your thigh. He’s rubbing teasing circles into your skin.. inching closer and closer to your panties (which are getting wetter by the second). The waiter comes over and his parents are distracted for a second. You quietly berate him.

“Kats! Not in front of your parents! You know exactly what your doing I don’t want to mess up my relationshi-shit….”

You trail off as he silences you by running a finger up your panties.

“What was that sweetheart?”

He gives you a shit eating grin as you struggle to act composed.

His dad quickly jumps in;

“Oh im sorry did i miss something? Everything ok?”

Katsuki looks at you as if daring you to answer him truthfully. ‘Ya sorry your son is just fingering me under the table! All good!’

“Yeah, just feeling a little sick to my stomach.”

You muffle a groan as you grip at your tummy, hoping they buy it.

“Probably from dealing with this little shit all the time. Let me help you to the bathroom sweetheart-“

Katsuki cuts in, removing his hand from your cunt and shuffling out of the booth.

“It’s ok mom, I’ll take care of her. Come on baby, let’s go. We’ll be right back..”

[sunarinscat]

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masterlist

All:

Waves - reader w sensory overload hurt comfort

Genshin Impact:

Tohma Tohma thinking about you - Thoma pining for you :(

Itto Itto w a chubby s/o - comfort fic! pure fluff.

My Hero Academia:

Shinsou Winter - Shinsou loves the cold weather because he has you to warm him up

Midoriya Scars - painting izuku's scars. pure fluff. Izu is frustrated after work :( (nsfw) - takes it out on you..

Kirishima momentos (fic) - you and kirishima have alot of little momentos and trinkets. Why not add a pair of rings?

Aizawa Body worship 🛐(nsfw) - chubby!reader has been feeling a little insecure. We can't have that. :(

Shigiraki making him gloves - knitting him gloves so he can hold you

Haikyuu:

Bokuto Dating Bokuto is like.. (senses hc)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Inumaki Oral fixation (nsfw!) - Spits in your mouth.

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My messages and asks haven't been coming in on mobile for some reason and my I had to take my laptop in to get fixed. Will be replying so messages n asks this week <3