#I will try not to repeat myself but it's hard cause I feel this every second of the day...

[auguryofjellyfish]

Manami. The hero of Nagoya.

i will miss Manami's grit and determination. her positivity and enthusiasm. the way her light never dimmed. her girliness, 'i just love love!', her sense of humour: '[explosion noises], 'you're dirty'.

"If i don't do it, nobody's gonna do it."

how selflessly caring she was, extending a hand to everyone in need. not waiting for others to come to her, but taking initiative. her only issue was that she did it too much, while neglecting and overworking herself. it's still admirable. because she believed in what she did, 100%, and i can't fault her for that.

and- she wasn't just only this sweet caring angel. she was fierce! passionate! willing to stand up to injustice! absolutely unwavering in her ideals. even when all the pain around her made her suffer, almost making her buckle under its weight, she never stopped fighting. because she saw the world as something worth protecting.

so over the top, while being so down to earth. her assuming a hero persona but still caring about people's real, concrete needs. her style, her flair. how real she was in the end.

how she still was just a normal girl at the end of the day, in need of love, support, recognition, connection, and friendship. normal everyday friends. and she had them. she reached out to people, and they reached back in return. she was so beloved. she'd continued reaching out to Wada, until finally, he reached back.

you were a true hero, Manami.

Kamimura. his death still hurts. so much. the shard of glass very much staying wedged in. i've been agonizing and thinking about him every single day for 2 weeks straight.

i will miss Kamimura's sharp tongue, his sarcasm and witticisms. His airy laugh. His occassional quiet moments, of vulnerability and softness.

his interactions with Mai, Tamba, and everyone else who called him Toshi. i will deeply miss his dynamic with Ken. him trusting Ken deeply, with himself and his deepest thoughts and feelings, despite everything he's been through.

the way when Ken was anxious about Kamimura not calling him by his first name in public, he was a touch too defensive and abrasive at first, but then he just did it anyway. because he cared.

how he'd been suicidal for so long, but he also felt like an individual that clung to life with everything he's got.

the way with which he'd said, 'what's the point of being alive?…just to be sad…? just to have an awful time and then die one day?'

the point is that you were there to be excited about chemistry. to eat Mai's cooking. to bicker with Tamba. to spend time with Ken and giggle at his attempts at making you laugh.

he mattered. he wasn't just a messed up person who didn't connect with anyone. his death left behind devastation. even with his imperfections he loathed so much, he was loved.

he was supposed to be dead, at first. he wanted to. and then he just got 21 extra days. after years of decline, of increasing hopelessness, it was his second chance, for something different, something new, and it was ripped away from him. not even in the way he would have wanted. so brutally and painfully...

i've said this phrase many times already, but...you were so worthwhile, Kazutoshi.

i miss them.

[nochepsicodelica]

NSFW

Sitting on Toji's lap, watching TV together as he knocks back a couple beers. He keeps the bottle nestled between your legs when he's not sipping on it, his arm resting on your upper thigh area while his other hand mindlessly rubs and grabs at your tummy over your shirt. Every once in a while he leans in close to press a kiss to your temple and checks in on you. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, but he's pretty well behaved for being intoxicated, you think.

You don't know if he's occasionally rubbing the bottle against your crotch on purpose or if it's something he's unknowingly doing. Maybe he's fidgeting with it to give his hand something to do. You scoot back, away from the bottle, just incase he isn't doing it on purpose.

He stills the movement of his hand when you shift in his lap, moving away from where he keeps his bottle. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asks, his warm breath fanning against your ear. His free hand moves down to squeeze your inner thigh, the joint of his thumb grazing your pelvis.

"No, you're okay," you respond, putting your hand on his, turning briefly to smile at him before facing the TV again.

Toji progressively moved the bottle so that it ended up back between your thighs, the body of it rubbing up against you again, causing you to jolt at the sensation.

"What's wrong, pretty?" he murmurs, into your ear, his lips curled into a devilish smirk.

"The bottle..." you mumble, coy about addressing what's had your firm attention for a while now.

He peeks down at the evidence, his chin resting on your shoulder as he looks at the way the bottle is pushed snug up against your cunt.

"You're dirty, mama," he teases, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest. "You're liking it, aren't you?"

"What? You're the one trying to get me off with your-"

"Shh..." once again you're met with a whiff of the alcohol lingering on his breath. You can taste remnants of it through the sloppy, wet kisses he steals from you. "You're liking it, aren't you?" He repeats, grinning at your flustered expression. "Look at her, look at her," he says, which only makes your cheeks burn even more, when he laughs, mockingly. "You are."

You sigh. He may be drunk, but he's not wrong.

"Say it, baby," he purrs, into your neck. "Say it and i'll make you cum sooo hard." He teases you with a rub of the bottle against your clothed clit.

"Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, feeling pathetic for giving in to his game. "Fine. I liked it. It felt good. Is that what you wanna hear?"

"Fuck yeah. Wanna make my pretty girl cum in her shorts," he says, immediately rubbing the body of the bottle against your crotch.

"I-If i'm dirty..." you release a sharp breath. "Then you're a pervert."

"Mhm. All for you, sweetheart." He palms at your chest over your tank top, squeezing while moving his hand in circles. He can feel your stiffened nipples through the thin material. He takes turns rolling the clothed buds between fingers to make sure that they stay stiff, but also because he knows how turned on you get when he plays with your breasts. "Such a dirty girl," he says, sultrily, into your ear. "Letting me get you off with a beer bottle. Little freak." You arch off his chest, in his lap, a short barrage of whimpers reaching his ears. He pulls you back into him, his arm firm over your chest. "Doesn't take away from how pretty you are." His voice is so deep, you can feel it in your guts.

"Toji-"

"No, it fuckin' doesn't," he growls, into your ear. "'S why i've always got my hands on you, tryna fuck like some filthy dog. Mmm... baby, just can't help myself around you. I'm not gonna stop. Can't do it."

You whimper, writhing against him as he continues to grind the bottle against your cunt. His rambling shouldn't be as hot as it is, but god, you don't want him to shut up. It's fueling how close you are to cumming because of how he maneuvers the stupid bottle.

"You wet for me? Soaked?"

"Fuck- Yes, Toji," you moan, hands gripping at his thighs.

He hums, content with your response. "Yeah? Gonna cum?" His hand goes beneath your shirt to feel your bare skin on it. He drives his palm up your torso, towards your chest, his fingertips meeting your left nipple, rubbing until it's stiffened like before.

"Mhm," you nod. "Please... Please!"

"Such a loud, needy little thing. I can feel your heat making its way up the bottle." He laughs, again, like he's making fun of you for being so turned on for his perverse actions. Like he wasn't the one who started this. Scarred lips attach to the nape of your neck, kissing gently like he's apologizing for being mean. "Cum for me, baby," he says, speeding up the movement of the bottle against your clit. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, and your body instantly reacts.

"Oh fuck, T-Toji, fuck, oh my god," you cry out, falling into the void of pleasure produced by this unorthodox object. You trap the bottle between your thighs and grind against it, greedily taking control of your pleasure. Toji holds the bottle still and just watches you, his tired eyes absorbing every one of your movements and expressions as you shamelessly ride out your entire orgasm.

"Fuck..." you whimper, eyes shut as your hips stutter to a halt.

He pulls his hand out of your shirt, entirely speechless for a few seconds. You didn't even notice, too far into your post orgasm bliss.

Toji sighs, feeling as tired as you because of the alcohol. He turns the TV off and takes the bottle out from between your thighs, setting it down on the ground before putting your dazed self into a more comfortable position to sleep in—curled up against his chest. "You're so hot, baby... Too bad I can't fuck you like this," he mumbles, tiredly.

"Mhm," you hum, already dozing off. Toji lays his head back on the couch cushion and shuts his eyes. In less than a minute, he falls asleep, too.

[prettybean]

WHAT THEY WOULD SAY DURING SEX PT. 2 (COD +18)

* 🤖 feel free to ask me anything + I’ll do a toxic ver for this one cause.. why not

Ghost

"Stop acting innocent, I know you want my cock."

"Do you like my hands? How many fingers do you want inside?"

"Why don't you be a good girl and suck my cock?"

"You have to take it all"

"I'll keep fucking you even if you beg me to stop. That's what good girls do, right?"

"Swallow it all or I'll have to force your mouth open"

"Do you think you can run your mouth whenever you want?"

"you're so good, sweetheart, you always make me so proud”

Soap

"Be quick, princess."

"You look so beautiful tonight, be thankful I didn't fuck you in front of everyone"

"Use both hands"

"You're so messy"

"I'm right here, take it slow"

"I will not leave you"

"You're doing it so good"

"I just can not get enough"

Price

"No panties?"

"You're such a tease"

"I know you can be louder, love."

"You see what you do to me? Do you feel it?"

"Are you already ruined? I barely touched you"

"How long have you been waiting for this moment?"

"You're so obedient, always doing what I tell you like a good puppy"

"You like being fucked by an older guy, don't you?"

Gaz

"Don't stop kissing me, your lips are so sweet"

"You have three seconds to cum"

"Fuck, you got all my fingers wet"

"I need you"

"Bite me harder”

"We do it here and now"

"My head between your legs would be perfect"

"I bet you would do anything to be touched by me"

Alejandro

"Don't bite your lips, let me do it for you"

"You're cute when you tease me like that"

"You got goosebumps"

"Where do you want the hickeys?"

"Sit on my lap, mi amor"

"Move those hips"

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"You turn me on, every time you look at me I can't control myself"

Graves

"You wanted to see me lose control, huh?"

"At the end of the day you're the one begging and crying for my cock"

"Strip. This is an order"

"Oh my puppy wants attention?"

"Turn around and show me how much you want it"

"This pussy is so needy"

"You're a brat, I want to choke you and fuck you at the same time"

"Good girls always deserve a reward"

König

"You've been staring at me all night, now don't pretend you don't want me"

"Did you masturbate thinking about me today? Tell me"

"I swear I won't stop even if you shake"

"The only things I want to hear from your mouth are moans"

"Do you like it when I grab your neck like that, Schatz?"

"God, you belong to me"

".. so small I could pin you to the wall and fuck you hard. Tell me how much it turns you on to be fucked like this"

"Look at you, so cute trying to fit it all in. Is it too big, love?"

Keegan

"I fucked you dumb so hard you can't even talk properly"

"What would you do if I stopped fucking you right now? I bet you'd cry.. so fucking desperate"

"Do I need to remind you what your place is?"

"Don't make me repeat it twice, get on all fours"

"Your ass will turn red if you don't stop misbehaving"

"Do I have to grab your face to make you look at me?"

"Good, my whore is so good"

"All tied up and ready for me"

[thehusbandoden]

Lashing Out -Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Wife!Reader

A/n: hope this is okay? Don't be afraid to leave feedback <3 Also I didn't know what to do for the title... gosh this sucks T^T

General info: Genre: angst to fluff/angst to comfort \\ wc: 1,270 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 03/19/24

Warnings!: angst, hurt, partner being harsh, partner being insensitive, crying, passive reader, mean Bakugo, and lashing out. I think that's all, pls let me know if I missed any!

You perk up as the front door opens, revealing your toned hubby. You giggle excitedly, your cheeks heating up and butterflies forming in your stomach from the sight of your beloved. It’s been three years since you said, “I do”, and yet you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again when your eyes met his attractive frame and familiar warm eyes.  

Bakugo, however, didn’t seem as excited to see you. He lets out a sigh as you wrap your arms around him, slinging an arm around one of your shoulders half-heartedly before semi-gently pushing you off him as he closed the door.  

You frown but shake it off. He must have had a hard day, right? It would be better to just be supportive and tone the affection down a bit. You follow him like a shadow as he takes his gauntlets off, dropping them to the floor. He strips his mask, neckpiece, and gloves off before slumping onto the couch.  

You gently take his combat boots off, pulling his socks off and grabbing some lotion. He must be exhausted and sore from work, maybe a foot massage would help? You lovingly begin to massage his sore feet, shyly looking up at him every once and a while. He doesn’t respond, keeping his face buried in his pillow.  

You continue to gently massage his feet as he lays on the couch mindlessly. Your fingernail grazes part of his foot, causing him to hiss and yank back, glaring down at you. “What are you doing?” He growls, shooting you a look of anger and... disgust.  

“I-I was massaging your feet baby. You seem to be having a hard time so I-”  

“Quit it. I’m not your baby, quite treating me like one. I don’t need you to coddle me. Go do something useful for once and leave me alone.” He spits, shooting you one last glare before darting off the couch and into your shared bedroom, slamming the door. 

You feel tears sting your eyes, but you shake your head, refusing to let them fall. You gingerly stand up, putting Bakugo’s hero gear away. You pick up the house for a while before sighing. You step up to your bedroom door and gently knock.  

“Ba- Katsuki? Can I come in?” You hear a grunt, not a clear yes or no.  

You step inside quietly, walking up to your husband in bed. He was staring up at the ceiling with a snarl etched on his handsome face. 

“What’s wrong, love? You know you can talk to me, right?” You murmur, placing your hand on his. He yanks his hand from yours, breaking the skin-on-skin contact. Your heart throbs in your chest, but you don’t push. 

“I’m having a hard day. Don’t make it worse for me.” He grumbles, turning away from you.  

“Did you eat?” You sigh, biting your lip in worry.  

Bakugo growls softly as he glares at you. “Quit nagging me and leave me be. Get out of my face, woman.”  

Your heart throbs harder against your chest as you feel tears sting your eyes. You nod quickly, looking at the floor so he doesn’t catch sight of your fragile emotional state.  

“I’m going to go to bed, do you still want me out of here?” You murmur gently. Bakugo groans, glaring harshly at you. 

“Yes! Get out of my hair! How many times do I need to repeat myself to you!?” You stand up as your heart throbs again. You quickly leave the room, causing Bakugo to huff in annoyance.  

Tears form at the corners of your eyes as you check the doors to make sure they’re locked, turn off the lights, and quickly get ready for bed. You brush your teeth and grab an extra blanket. You didn’t have pajamas out here, and you didn’t want to disturb your tired husband, so you just laid in the smaller bed, trying to get comfortable without the familiar heat of your beloved next to you. 

After tossing and turning for quite a while, you give up on sleep. Sighing, you hold yourself as you try to stop the tears. You know he’s just having a hard day, but it doesn’t make the throbbing in your chest lessen. You cradle a pillow close to your chest, hugging it tightly as you desperately try to not let any tears fall. 

His harsh words flash in your mind as you try to drown them out. 

One tear slides down your cheek. 

The way he addressed you as “woman”, as if you weren’t anything but an object. 

A second follows the first, the third swiftly following suit.  

How harsh he was with you. It was like you were a coworker or past classmate, not his wife. Much less the woman he had spent loving, courting, and cherishing since the second year of high school. 

The fourth, fifth, and sixth tear drop down your cheeks, causing the gates to crumble as multitudes of tears slip down your cheek, gathering at your chin before dripping onto your pillow.  

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stay quiet. You fight with yourself for a few moments before coming to a conclusion... what’s the point? He’s upset with you no matter what you do... so why hold it in? Why bottle up your feelings?  

A choked sob slips past your lips, tears quickening at your frustration for allowing yourself to make a sound. A second sob follows the first, and yet a third and fourth join your desperate cry for help.  

You feel yourself falling apart, just above the brink. You rock yourself back and forth, sobbing into your hand. You feel like you’re about to drown... and then it all stops. A warm hand gently touches your shoulder, a soft, familiar voice sounding in your ears.  

”Baby?”

A soft gasp falls from your lips, temporarily being drawn from your sorrow as your eyes meet crimson glory. Bakugo looks down at you in worry, quickly coming closer. He gingerly presses a hand to your upper arm in concern.  

Your tears bubble up as you try to contain your emotions, unable to speak. 

“Y/n baby... I-I don’t know what to say...” he mumbles, his hand finding it’s place on your head.  

“S-Suki...” you blubber out, the tears slipping. Bakugo’s crimson eyes burn with guilt as he wraps his arms around you, gently lifting you into his arms, like he first did as he brought you home from your joyous wedding.  

“Shhh it’s alright.” He murmurs in your ear, bringing you to your shared bedroom, laying you down on your bed. It was larger and much more comfortable. He quickly joins you, wrapping you into his hold and he whispers sweet things into your ear, an arm wrapped around you, a hand on your stomach and the other on your head, slowly petting your hair.  

You sniffle, trying to hold it in as you cling to the man you love more than anything. “Shh let it out baby. Let it all out.” Bakugo murmurs in your ear, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.  

You attempt to hold it in for a few more seconds before finally breaking, sobbing into your husband’s chest as you clench his shirt tightly. He caresses your head and back, kissing your endless tears away as he coos at you.  

“Jerk.” You sob, holding onto him tighter.  

“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry honey.” He mumbles against your skin, holding you a little tighter.  

Bakugo Katsuki was not one to apologize, but he would do anything for his beloved wifey.  

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[doiliedaze]

Hold It

Warnings: reader pees on vi’s strap, cum play, piss play, overstimulation, praise, marking (r! & v! receiving), bondage (vi holds your hands above your head), mocking, vi gets pussy drunk (she would from strokes cause she can ��feel it”), lip biting, reader squirts once, strap referred to as cock, spit swapping, aftercare

Genre: smut, fluff

A/N: I HAVE 302 DOLLS OMGGGG!! Thank you all so much!! I love all of you dearly and I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I did!! I’ve been thinking about vi bad and I wanted to introduce some of my more nasty kinks ig?? Intense may be a better word but none the less here y’all go!! I need this in my life ong ིྀ

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Vi’s thrust has speed up over the past hour. She prefers soft love making when it comes to you but after a stressful day she needs to let out her pent up frustrations.

From your past orgasms you can feel something building in your tummy. “Vi wait” you moan as you try to pull your hands from her grip. You two have a safe word, if you really wanted her to stop you’d use it.

“So close” she moans as she goes faster. Wanting you to feel it she adjust her free hand to pressing on your tummy. “Have to pee” you whisper feeling shame spread through your chest. That comment made her hips twitch in excitement, she’s all about pushing your limits. With the headspace she’s in it truly feels like she’s feeling you.

Vi moves her head from your neck and moves her lips across yours and whispers “hold it.”

That alone made you want to cum but you know that wouldn’t be wise. Tonight’s not a night to just do what you want.

“Pleasepleaseplease” you mutter as you feel your thighs strain. Slightly irritated vi bites your shoulder, not hard enough to drawl blood but enough to bruise. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” She groans as she moves her hand off your tummy to lift your thigh over her shoulder, lifting your hips some. “Take it. Fucking take it like the good girl you are.”

Her thrust becomes sloppy as she’s nearing her orgasm. She looks down at your face, seeing you trying to hold it for her. Vi adores how you want to please her, makes her heart race that someone loves her the way she loves them. “Let go f’me” she says shakily watching your every move.

Not taking a second later you release. Feeling the gush of the warm liquid slide out from around her cock to the bed sheets. Your eyebrows knit together with pleasure from the feeling of emptiness yet fullness. The shake in your hips makes vi let go of your hands and focus on forcing your hips into the base of her, desperate to pull your orgasm out of you. The force of her fingers indenting your hips. She knows how much you like to see yourself bruised.

“You’re so beautiful” she whispers as she pulls out. You whimper not having it in you to talk. You feel good, you also feel embarrassed that you peed…which is why it feels so good.

Her left hand moves from your hip and uses two fingers to push your cum back into your sore cunt, causing you to whimper her name. “Let me make you feel good” vi whispers as she leans down pressing her bare chest against yours. The position makes your hip burn as your thigh is still over her shoulder.

Slowly she slides back in, “fuck” she groans as she presses soft kisses against your neck. Violet was a mantra that bounces off the walls. She’s stretching you out as she kept her fingers inside you.

Her hips were sharp and slow and she used her thumb to circle your clit. “Got any more for me doll?” She whimpers as she feels you claw at her back.

“Yes” you gasp, your voice still pitchy since vi didn’t give you a chance to come down from the high of your last orgasm. The stretch of her fingers and cock making you out of breath. It didn’t take you long to squirt and for vi to reach her final climax.

For a second vi flops on you, as she’s overstimulated as well. The two of you catch your breath against each other and when you’ve calmed down from the high you say, “you’re heavy” and she laughs.

Slowly she slides out of you rubs your face, “ready to get up?”

Nodding she takes you by the waist and hoist you off the bed. The two of you shuffle to the bathroom together. Sit on the tub and you help unfasten her strap. Vi lazily bops your nose repeatedly because she already missed touching you.

The two of you settle into the shower eventually and lean on each other, rubbing the water and soap suds alike across the other.

“When we get out you don’t have to worry about cleaning the bed I got it.” Vi states. “Thank you” you mutter tucking your head into her neck.

Your body language said enough for her, “you don’t have to be embarrassed y’know…I love you pissy and all.” She couldn’t help but laugh and you hit her laughing a bit yourself. “Love you too asshole.”

Vi of course held her word and you sat idly by watching her replace the sheets and making sure nothing seeped onto the mattress. She sprayed a scent over the room and picked you up to toss you on the bed.

“A warning next time would be nice!” You giggle wrapping your arms around her, “that’s no fun for me.” She mumbles as she nuzzles her face into your breast.

The two of you lay tangled in each other taking in the moment of fresh sheets and the apartment settling. Albeit vi was sleepy she doesn’t fall asleep until you do. She waited a while staring at you with adoration, she’s found a home in you.

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A/n: hope you all enjoyed it cause I did!! I’ve been having some Vi brainrot so I may post more about her not sure yet!!

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven @femme-historian @furrytaesss @milanyas @highnfemme @5seos

Dividers- @anitalenia

[trashytracktales]

omgg freaky oscar YESSS!!! let’s talk about it, what do you have for us???????

Oh, boy. I do have (very organized) 💭 thoughts 💭 for this, so please proceed with caution.

𝗧’𝘀 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘆 𝗢𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗔𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮

18+ content ahead.

𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻-𝗼𝗻𝘀

I feel like we briefly talked about some of these in the past, so if I’m repeating myself, just go with it 🤞🏻

✦ Quiet confidence (cause he’s a quiet guy). He loves when you’re lowkey needy but trying to hide it.

✦ Eye contact. Holding his gaze will have this man THINKING.

✦ Subtle dominance. Telling him how you like it or placing a hand casually on his thigh in a public setting. Feral Oscar: activated.

✦ Small acts of trust. Asking him to help you with something simple and/or letting him guide you feeds his male ego. Personally, I think this is the quickest way to make him hard.

𝗜𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗱

✦ Initially, he’s completely molded to you, touching you wherever you want him and letting you set the rhythm.

✦ He studies and takes notes, and once he figures out what drives you insane *bumpy ride starts playing*

✦ Very slow, grinding thrusts that turn into merciless, relentless pace once you start begging (he will get you to that point).

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

✦ Missionary with wrists pinned. Because he needs to see your face when you fall apart & loves being able to kiss you while he ruins you. Isn’t he so sweet omg.

✦ Seated on his lap, facing him. Especially if you’re shy about it, because he likes to test his own patience before he loses it and starts bouncing you on his cock himself.

✦ Bent over anything (his favorite show fr). A counter, a desk, the side of the bed. He loves the view and loves pulling you flush against him after every thrust.

✦ Spooning. When he wants to go slow and deep and hear every little noise you make + the feel of your entire body convulsing with pleasure against his?? Goner.

𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗲

✦ Loves sensory overload.

✦ Shower sex obsessed, because he likes the intimacy of it.

✦ Gets off on overstimulation (and once he gets you there, he doesn’t stop).

✦ Silent (more like breathy) dirty talk. That’s it.

𝗨𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀

✦ Praise AND degradation cocktail. Soft you’re doing so good for me mixed with smug such a fucking mess just for my cock.

✦ Powerplay flips. Letting you think you have control, just so he can flip the script and leave you breathless. Also, don’t know why, but I feel like THIS is his signature in a way.

✦ Marking (he’s subtle with it though).

𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲

✦ At the end of the day, Oscar is a softie.

✦ He turns into a human blanket, pulls you into him, and soothes you with soft kisses and lazy strokes over your spine.

✦ Asks if you’re okay like three times in a row, refusing to let you move until he knows you’re good.

✦ Makes a mental note of everything you liked before falling asleep (because next time he plans on doubling down).

[kaivenom]

sanji x reader but hes in denial reader loves him and we have to assure him😞(MAKE IT FLUFF THOUGH I DONT HANDLE ANGST) my angel😞 thank u!!!!

The best prove of true love i can give you

Summary: you have been feeling that Sanji is a little sad recently, you don't really know why and he is not going to tell you, but you are more than determined to make him feel better.

Pairing: Sanji x reader

Warnings: fluff, comfort, arguing, low self esteem Sanji, a little angst but ends good.

Masterlist

You were on the verge of having an anxiety crisis, Sanji was sad like in a very depressed mood... no laughing, no heart eyes, no jiggling around, not even around Nami and Robin.

And you know he doesn't want to bother you so he is not going to tell you even if you push him out of the ship. That's why planned on surrounding Sanji with the things he likes the most.

You wake up before him and put the breakfast for him, do his favourite dishes, leave him a little origami duck (he loves it) and a heart shaped paper, you do chores, kiss him on the cheek everytime you can, etc, etc, etc... but he seemed to get sadder as the day passes by.

By the time dinner ended and everyone went to sleep, you were going to approach Sanji but he didn't even look at you.

"You can go to bed, (Y/N), you don't have to wait awake for me."

"But i want... " you were going to wrap your arms around his neck.

"No" he moved you away "you should go to sleep."

You muttered an ok really low and now really sad. You got to the bedroom and tried to sleep but you couldn't. You were really hurt and couldn't stop thinking about it, what have you done?

The door oppened and you got up on the bed, looking directly at Sanji.

"What is wrong with you?" his eyebrows met up, he looked hungry.

"What is wrong with YOU?!" he never talked to you like that, and you felt really bad for a second, "You've been all day doing stuff for me cause you feel pity about me and my mood. I feel pity enough by myself knowing that i am not worthy of love, of being on this crew and having you.

You had to leave your angryness to the side for a moment and rethink his words. Everything went out of the window, your new mission is going to make Sanji know that you are on his side.

"Sanji, i love you."

"No you don't, you feel sorry for me, sorry for the little blonde boy experiment with weird eyebrows that spent two years on a island full of okamas and doesn't know how to be around woman."

He was walking up and down the room with a frustrated look. You wanted to yell at him that everything is wrong but you had to breathe and try to make him see his errors.

"Sanji... you spent two years in there cause Kuma sent you not cause you wanted, you know how to be around woman cause everywoman would feel blessed to be treated like you treat me," you start to get out of the bed and walk towards him, "you didn't want to be your fathers experiment and i really like your eyebrows."

You cupped his cheeks with your hands and his hard cold look started to change slowly. You kissed his cheeks in a slow motion.

"I like you, even if you don't see it i still like you and i am not scared nor ashamed to say it, " his harsh look was getting softer every second, "And i did all those things today cause i care about you and i wanted to see you happy. I didn't know why you were sad and you didn't tell me so i had to do everything i could to make you feel good."

His eyes began to be teary and big tears came down his cheeks, his breath became shaky and his knees failed.

"I love you..." you said it once slowly and repeated it over and over again until Sanji couldn't stop himself from crying out loud.

"I don't deserve you."

"I choose what you deserve from me, and you deserve all of myself... and i am more than willing to give it to you, like i've been doing since we are dating."

"I am so sorry for not..."

"I know... you passed a really hard time to make people like you and you still don't believe it's true, i get it but, i am saying it to you... i am showing it to you and i am going to repeat it until it gets on your blonde head."

He hugged you and tried to muffle his cries. That night he slept on your chest surrounded by your arms and was the little spoon. He really needed someone to tell him that he was worthy of love, and no one better than the love of his life.

[olderthannetfic]

Hi OTNF and everyone,

I am finding that it's harder and harder and harder to get into anything - book, show, movie... most things seem, you know, to just not be doing it for me, be it fanfic or original stuff.

In part, I think, it's a general restlessness and that it's become harder to give anything enough time to get into the stories, the characters, the settings, the narrative voices... I guess you can call it attention deficit on my part, just a need for stories to deliver those sweet, sweet hits quickly, but they're not.

I'm not currently ficcing but I did for years (might again in the future, who knows), and it's made reading, specifically, harder. It's like I've become more aware of what goes on behind the scene, I guess? I feel like I can see the writer giving up on a sentence, skipping a scene because fuck this, trying hard to not repeat a word although it's the only one that fits, etc.

Or maybe it's just the *everything* around us in the world that is weighing on me too much? I could say it's adult life, but then again I have more free time than most (and boy do I need hours of doing nothing to survive the other hours), and no family/partner (all that would put even more pressure on me): what is wrong, to make everything so UGHHH?

I feel like I'm stuck in a rut with a brain moaning feed me, feeeed me, and whatever I try to give it, it spits everything out. (Yes, I've tried hobbies, and nothing sticks there either. I've never really found rewards or satisfaction there, so...)

Decades ago as a kid, I was a voracious reader, although studying literature took the pleasure of it away from me. It took time and discovering fanfic that brought me back to reading, but at the time the internet was starting to be a thing, too, and it can't have helped the attention thing. AFAIK I'm not ADHD but then again, I couldn't get a proper diagnosis (the therapists I saw were either dismissive or just about The Talking, which was pointless for me).

I just wonder how it all disappeared, you know? Sometimes I find something that catches my attention for a while - a book (but I read quite quickly when motivated), a fandom... but it's been a while now, and it's just so frustrating! When is it going to come back? Will it ever? *gulp*

I know that books were escapism when I was a child, and then fandom was escapism, but at the moment I find myself grabbing at air and my empty hands are mocking me. Give me my escapism baaaaack!

So, uh. Anyone here with me?

--

Yes.

I felt like that during part of lockdown. Anhedonia is common in those kinds of circumstances.

Getting your mojo back is certainly possible, but you may need to go see a professional about depression and have some chemical assistance (yes, even if you don't feel sad per se), or you may need to change your lifestyle to one that doesn't have the thing causing you to need eleventy billion hours of downtime.

Aside from serious interventions like that, you can consider a social media detox. Remove every source of doomscrolling and time wasting of that type. When the attention span is zero and nothing brings joy, the tiny and useless hits from finishing a game of solitaire or seeing one more instagram post become very attractive. This is a trap. It will suck what little energy and joy you have and make your muscles flabby for the work of getting into an in-depth book/hobby/experience.

I know the feeling of being able to see how the sausage is made, but... well... first, being in a better mental state will make that matter less, and second, reading prose that is more competent will make that less of an issue. A lot of mainstream tradpub genre fiction is not, in my opinion, very well written these days. Obviously, people are still enjoying it, and that's fine, but if you're noticing writers fumbling around, it might be time to check out some literary fiction or some other category known more for prose quality than anything else.

It's also important to have some structure and some things to look forward to. Even if you feel tired, overwhelmed, and busy, sometimes, the answer is to do more... But it must be things that are distinct and significant and that get you off of the couch, like going to one museum every weekend.

I saw some advice once about this kind of thing that phrased it as "One big adventure; one small adventure."

Every week, you should have those two things to look forward to that matter. Check out a new coffee shop. That could be the small one. Go to an event: a gallery opening, a concert, whatever.

Physical exercise and doing some things that aren't as verbal and conscious thought-involving is important too. Painting is a better hobby for zoning out than writing is. Taking long walks in nature is good for most people.

--

The kind of intense, obsessive love I had for reading as a child and that I sometimes have for fandom requires a lot of attention and some time. It's escapist, but that masks how much work it actually was. It didn't feel like work only because we were in training.

If you've filled your brain and your day up with a thousand petty annoyances or minor and useless attempts to feel something, you won't have the capacity for those deeper things.

Because you are already at a point that's equivalent to a bad sprained ankle, trying to get back to running right now won't work. You have to stay off of the ankle for a bit, then build your strength and stamina back up.

[ayumigotabittoolonelyquitted]

is there someone else?

(Satoru gojo xreader angst part 2)

Last part 3

Part 1

(I used chat gpt to fix my grammer!)

Part 2 : is there someone else?

The morning light crept into the apartment, stark and unforgiving, illuminating the cold, empty space you had left behind. Satoru sat at the table, his head in his hands, the smell of untouched dinner still faint in the air. He was the strongest, they said, but in this moment, he had never felt weaker.

His phone buzzed on the table. Utahime’s name flashed across the screen for the third time that morning, but he ignored it again. He couldn’t bear to hear her voice, not when it would only remind him of the destruction he had caused.

Satoru Gojo was a man who could bend reality to his will, who stood at the pinnacle of strength and invincibility. But none of that mattered now. None of it could bring you back.

He had faced curses that could tear apart the world, adversaries that brought armies to their knees but he couldn’t face you. He couldn’t fix the cracks he had allowed to spread in the one thing that had made him feel human.

You sat on a bench by the harbor, your knees pulled to your chest as the salt-tinged breeze stung your face. You hadn’t slept. The night had passed in a haze of wandering, of replaying every fight, every word, every bitter silence.

Gojo Satoru, the man who could shatter mountains and tear through dimensions, had made you feel like nothing.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket again, and you didn’t have to look to know it was him. He was trying, but it was too late or at least, it felt that way.

You swallowed hard as the memory of his hesitation surfaced again, the way he had frozen when you��d asked, “Do you love her?” That pause was louder than anything he could have said.

What was worse was how easily you had believed it how deeply you had let his silence confirm your worst fears.

When Satoru found you later that morning, you were still sitting by the lake, lost in thought. He approached hesitantly, his usually confident steps faltering. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to say.

You glanced at him as he sat down beside you, leaving a careful distance between you.

Neither of you spoke for a long time. The sound of the waves filled the silence, a cruel reminder of how far apart you’d drifted.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Sorry doesn’t fix this, Satoru. Sorry doesn’t make me forget how you made me feel.”

He flinched but didn’t argue. “I know,” he admitted. “I just… I don’t know how to make this right.”

“Then why are you here?” you asked, your voice trembling. “To say what? That it wasn’t what it looked like? That you didn’t mean to make me feel like I was nothing?”

“Utahime and I…” He trailed off, his words catching in his throat. “She’s someone who understands parts of my life I don’t know how to explain. She’s familiar. She’s… safe.”

“Safe?” you repeated, your voice breaking. “And what am I, Satoru? A risk?”

“No,” he said sharply, his voice cracking. “You’re everything. That’s the problem. You make me feel things I don’t know how to handle. You make me feel vulnerable. And I didn’t know how to deal with that, so I…” He buried his face in his hands. “So I screwed it all up.”

You stared at him, your heart aching at the sight of the man who always seemed untouchable now crumbling before you.

“You could face the worst curses in the world without flinching,” you said softly. “But this us was too much for you?”

He looked up at you, his eyes raw and unguarded. “I know it sounds pathetic, but yes. You terrify me, because I don’t know how to protect this. How to protect you. I thought I could keep everything under control, but I couldn’t. I failed you, and I hate myself for it.”

You felt tears stinging your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “You’re right. You did fail me. And I don’t know if I can forgive that.”

Satoru’s shoulders sagged, his head hanging low. “I don’t blame you if you can’t. But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you if you let me.”

You stood, your legs unsteady beneath you. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, but the pain in your chest was still too fresh.

“I need time,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need to figure out if this is something I can survive.”

He watched as you turned to leave, his heart shattering with every step you took.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in the world, could save countless lives, could win every battle thrown his way. But as he sat there, alone on that bench, he realized that this was one fight he couldn’t win. Not with his strength, not with his power.

And for the first time in his life, he wondered if being the strongest meant nothing at all.

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Jealousy, Jealousy

i really loved how bad for business turned out, and it seems you all did too!! so here's a continuation of the bfb universe/storyline :) it's not exactly a part two

warnings! jealousy (sanji's)

word count: 1,720

opla! sanji x f! reader

i actually took the time to reference back to this scene in the live action to make sure i got their orders right :) !! also hi i am alive !!! i just got busy with work- and i had a mini con to go to this weekend and i cosplayed nami! :D -> i have also been struggling with tremendous writers block, and was trying to force myself to write about zoro for days! but i couldn't, and i was frustrated with myself untill i rememebred this isnt a job, this is for fun for me and you guys. so i went back to some of the things i've written and felt like i could continue this one :) the story really flowed from there and i wrote a lot in a short span sooooooo &lt;3 ily all! thanks for reading as always <3333

sanji vinsmoke is jealous. 

the cook is used to woman falling at his feet, swooning over his flirty personality. either that or they get annoyed at him and clearly show disinterest. (oftentimes calling him names and sometimes resulting in him getting hit)

but you, the one girl he actually held a candle for, he couldn’t even seem to get a rejection from you. that would’ve made things so much easier for him and his heart. it’s gotten to the point he’s wishing you would tell him you don’t return his feelings. sure it would hurt in the moment, but at least he could have (hopefully) forced himself to move on.

but no, you won’t reject him; nor will you swoon at his advances. they seem to roll right off you like beads of rain on a window. never a hint of blush on your cheeks, no angrily quirked brows. how was he meant to understand? there are two reasonable reactions to such a forward man, either interest or not. how do you manage to toe the line so perfectly?

it drove him mad, not only were you horribly hard to read, every once in a while you would flirt aggressively back at him. it would always catch the poor boy off guard, leaving him stunned and blushing standing wherever he was. oftentimes you did it right in the middle of the kitchen, leaving him to deal with the playful teasing of the other workers, walking off to continue doing your job. 

you would be the death of him surely.

especially when the sight of you smiling so sweetly at that stupid swordsman causes a painful squeeze in his chest. his grip on the tray he was holding is bruising, and there’s a jealous rage brewing inside of him.

-

“hello my name is y/n, and i’ll be your waitress today. can i start you guys with any refreshments?” you flip over a page on your notepad, ready to write down the group's requests. what a charming bunch they were, with just a glance you could tell they really cared for one another.

“i’ll take a beer,” the green haired man speaks up, and you nod with a smile.

“i’ll take two beers, i normally have three but..” he trails off as the woman at the table speaks up.

“i’ll take a water.”

“and a glass of milk!” the endearing boy with a straw hat adds on, his words are muffled by the bun he was still chewing. when coming to greet them you’d brough over a basket of perfectly warmed buns with butter. nodding at them all, your pen into your apron as you repeat back to them. 

“three beers, milk and water, coming right up you guys.” you step back with a bow, turning towards the kitchen. doing so you notice your best friend is glaring in your direction, and as you walk back you tilt your head at him. when you get closer you realize his glare wasn't directed towards you, but the swordsman you had taken the order from. he doesn’t even seem to pay you any mind as you approach him, too focused on the table you had just walked away from. when you reach him where he stands in front of the doorway, you snap your fingers in his face. it seems to snap him out of it, and he looks down at you with a charming smile.

“hello my love, what can i do for you?” his hand is placed on your shoulder sweetly. the touch warms your body, but you shake it off to cross your arms. 

“what’s up with you, why were you glaring at my table? do you know them?” you gesture back towards your table, and a flush washes over his face when he realizes he’d been caught. he straightens his tie in an attempt to shake off his shame,

“not a clue who they are darling.” your eyebrow raises in suspicion, you’re not buying it. he seems to know you won’t, and he tucks his hand into his pockets as he shrugs.

“you just glare at people you don’t know now sanj?” a pout forms out of frustration. while you were wondering why he was lying to you so blatantly, he was internally swooning at how adorable you looked in that moment, and the sweet way you'd shortend his name. the grip you had over his heart was the strongest in all the seas.

“don’t worry, pretty lady, it’s nothing. now if you’ll excuse me i’ve got my own tables to wait on.” he’s internally scrambling to figure out how to distract you from what he was caught doing, in a moment of boldness (or a crazy attempt to change the subject), he leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head.

the action causes your eyes to almost bulge out of your head as you begin to blush. a smug smile forms on sanji’s face at the sight, he’d never felt more accomplished than he did in that moment. not only had he distracted you, he’d made your face light up all pretty and embarrassed. he winked at you before brushing past you to do his job, pushing open the swinging door into the kitchen behind you.

you’re left in shock trying to wrap your brain around his actions, ‘what had gotten into him?’ as bold and flirtatious as he was, you would have never expected a display like that in front of all the customers.

oh shit, the customers. ‘had anyone seen that? oh gods.’ your hands clench into fists as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality and calm down, and you push past the doors of the kitchen. your eyes are focused on the ground as you collect the drinks needed for your table, placing them all on a tray and balancing them on one hand. you take a moment to breathe in and compose yourself before walking back out into the dining room. 

you eyes scan the room and find your favorite blond waiting on a table on the opposite side of the room of your own. his location makes it easy to return to the table without incident, placing down the three beers before the milk and water. with a smile, you tuck the tray under your arm and pull out your notepad again to continue taking their orders. maybe doing your job could distract from the rapid beating in your chest.

“you guys decided on food yet?” 

“one of everything!” the boy with a straw hat speaks up, and you quirk your eyebrow. they didn't look like the big spenders you were used too, but it wasn’t really your place to mention that. your smile never slips as you nod, writing it down and once again bowing before you leave. by your luck sanji seems to be waiting for you at the doorway of the kitchen. so much for the idea you had to avoid him until you’d calmed down.

he holds his hand out, offering to take your tray from you. his kind offer brings a smile to your lips, and you decide to shove down whatever inner turmoil was happening and act like what he did hadn’t happened. (he sure was.)

“any interesting orders?” he smiles, quirking a brow at you as you offer him your serving tray. you laugh, holding out your notepad to show him where you had written down ‘one of everything’ sanji’s heart squeezes at how cute your handwriting is, and he can’t help the chuckle. “well it looks like you’ll need some help taking out this order then, love.” the pet name causes the usual skip in your heartbeat, and you smile, nodding in acceptance of his offer for help, pushing past him into the kitchen to get your cooks started on the order of everything.

-

the food gets taken out in waves, sanji always accompanying you with an extra plate or two. the table is rather nice about it, they’re always caught up in conversation. even still they thank you for every plate you place down, they seem like genuine people. it warms your heart to see such a close group of friends. 

you can’t help but notice the way sanji doesn’t even pay the girl at the table any mind, too busy glaring at the green haired man, his hands lingering on your shoulder or back longer than they needed to. how he’d managed to add on to his unusual behavior, you wouldnt understand.

not that he really had any reason to be placing a tender hand on your back while you were serving guests. the third time it happens you turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow, and he turns to smile down at you sweetly, his hand on your back rubbing up and down. you look at him incredulously, sanji steps back, bowing before walking back towards the kitchen. before he left his gaze lingered on the man longer than should have been acceptable. you have to hold back a frustrated huff, turning back to the table with a plastered smile

“don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything! i hope you enjoy your meal.” you finish off the sentence with a bow, turning to look at the swordsman when he speaks up with a snort. “are you sure, wouldn’t want to make your busboy anymore jealous than he already is?” your eyes widen in confusion, not only at the notion, but the unnecessary insult towards your sanji.

“whatever could you mean.” the whole table turns to you, and the redhead quirks a brow at you, adding on.

“you’re not really that clueless, are you?” your mouth drops open, and a blush begins to cover your cheeks.

“no, i didn’t think i was.”

and then you’re even more confused. what reason would he have to be jealous over you and a random guest? it’s not like the man had even given you the time of day, or you’d even wanted it?  all you’d done was take his orders. 

the thought feels so impossible, even so it has already quickly begun eating away at your brain and heart. it was the only logical explanation for all his odd behaviors tonight.

sanji vinsmoke, was jealous. over you.

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[neptilius]

I feel like a lot of people write gojo when he’s being playful or sarcastic but could you write moments where he’s serious or he’s genuinely having a heart to heart with the reader?

yesss i love these concepts! in my opinion i think he’s sexier when he’s more serious because we rarely see that side of himmmm 😛

“i quit.”

satoru froze in the middle of adjusting his jacket, the sound of your voice cutting through the quiet in the room.

he turned to look at you, his brow furrowing as confusion painted his features.

“what?” he asked, his tone laced with disbelief. his eyes narrowed as he studied your face, trying to make sense of what you just said.

“i quit,” you repeated, your voice steady but quiet.

you were done. done with the constant pressure, the constant fear of what might happen next. done with the world you had found yourself in, a world of curses, jujutsu sorcery, the thought of losing yourself completely, of dying before you even had a chance to live, had become too much to bear.

satoru’s eyes softened, but the confusion never left. “babe… you can’t just quit. not like this. not when things are tough.”

“and why not?” you shot back, unable to keep the frustration out of your voice.

“why do you think i have to keep doing this? why do i have to keep risking my life, getting dragged into these fights, and walking away with more scars every time? i’m just… tired of almost dying.”

your words hung heavy in the air between you two, and for a moment, the room felt suffocating.

“you’re not the only one who’s tired,” he said softly, but there was a firmness beneath his words that didn’t match the softness of his expression.

he took a step toward you, like he was trying to reach out to you in the only way he knew how. “but quitting isn’t the answer. when things get tough, you don’t just quit.”

he didn’t understand. how could he? he was Satoru Gojo. nothing fazed him. he was invincible, or so it seemed. but you weren’t like him. you didn’t have that same untouchable strength. you were just human, and your body was starting to feel the toll of everything you had been through.

“you wouldn’t understand anyway,” you muttered, barely able to meet his gaze. “i don’t know why i even bothered telling you.”

the words felt like a slap in the face to him, and you immediately regretted saying them. his eyes hardened, but the anger didn’t burn, not the way it normally would when he felt disrespected.

“don’t say that,” he replied, his voice low, almost too gentle.

“i may not understand what you’re going through, but that doesn’t mean i don’t care. i’m not gonna let you throw everything away just because it’s hard. if you quit, you’re just letting the world win.”

“maybe that’s what i want,” you shot back, the bitterness slipping out before you could stop it.

“maybe i want to stop fighting. i’m exhausted, satoru. fighting, training, always putting myself in danger for some cause that doesn’t even feel like mine. all i’ve done is survive—barely. and for what? to risk my life over and over again? i’m done.” you exhaled sharply, trying to hold back the tears that had been threatening to spill. “i just don’t care anymore.”

satoru’s expression shifted. there was no anger, no frustration anymore, just a deep sadness. he stepped closer, closing the distance between you two until there was barely any space left. he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, his fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt.

“i get it,” he said softly, the words so different from the usual brashness of his character. “i get that you’re hurting. but you can’t quit. not like this. not because it’s hard. i won’t let you give up on yourself. i can’t.”

he paused, his thumb gently brushing your skin as his eyes locked onto yours, as if searching for something.

“look, i don’t know what it’s like to be where you are. i don’t know what it feels like to be on the edge of giving up, but i do know this: you matter to me. a lot. and i’ll fight beside you because i care about you. i care about you more than you know.”

the sincerity in his voice cut through you like a knife, and despite yourself, your heart ached.

“i’m not letting you quit,” he continued, his words steady. “if you want to stop fighting, that’s fine. but you’ll have to do it with me. i’m not going anywhere.”

you could feel your chest tighten, the weight of your emotions threatening to break free. you had been so consumed by fear, by exhaustion, that you had almost forgotten the one thing that truly mattered. not the curses, not the missions, but the people who cared about you. and the one person who was always there, even when you tried to shut him out.

you closed your eyes for a moment, taking a shaky breath. “i just don’t know if i can keep doing this,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “i’m scared.”

“i know you are,” he replied, his hand gently cupping your face.

“and that’s okay. but you don’t have to be scared alone. i’m here, and i’m not letting you go through this on your own.“

you stared at him, the weight of his words settling in your chest. maybe you couldn’t quit. not like this. not when you had someone who would stand by you, even in your darkest moments. and maybe, just maybe, that was enough to keep going.

[soobibabe]

kiss me more

pairings: choi soobin + reader (university au) warnings: they fuck. soobins a lil rough. yadayadayada.

It's been 2 weeks since you and your boyfriend moved into your apartment together. His parents decided it was best if he had his own place for college, and frankly, they absolutely adored you.

His mom and dad knew you were a good influence on him even though you're younger. He's in his third year meanwhile you're in your first.

On the first day that you moved in, you two made a truce to stay abstinent until finals end.

However, due to the fact that you're ovulating and your boyfriend is well, Choi Soobin, it was gradually becoming harder to stick to the plan you came up with in the first place.

Soobin is shirtless, pacing around the house reading An Introduction to Modern Astrophysics. You feel like a man in the 1700s seeing a woman's ankle for the first time.

Perhaps it's his concentration face, the way his glasses sat on his nose, or the way his sweats hung just low enough to show off his Calvins.

You craved him, but there was no way you were gonna interrupt him while he was that focused.

Taking matters into your own hands, you make your way into your shared room and head straight to the bed.

You sit up straight against the bed frame and sink your hands into your pants gently caressing the supple skin just above your core. The touch felt good, but you can already tell this won't be enough to satisfy you.

You slip your fingers under the hem of your underwear and run your index down your slit, collecting the slick that had gathered from fantasizing about your boyfriend. The feeling causes you to twitch, imagining it's Soobin's hand instead of yours.

You rub your clit in, desperate for any stimulation you could find. Sliding a finger inside was easy given how soaked you were.

These motions continued for a while, bringing you closer to your edge, eyes sealed shut trying your best to suppress your whines.

Your movements suddenly come to a halt. A larger hand wraps around your wrist and pulls your hand out from under the sheet before you can register what's happening.

The loss of friction causes you to groan. When you look up, you meet the dark eyes of the source of your dilemma, glaring straight at your fucked out face.

"Soobi-" He shuts you down with a rough kiss.

The hand he has a hold of replaces his lips as he shoves the fingers that were previously inside of you, into your mouth. "taste good?"

"My turn" The sheets are thrown off onto the other corner of the bed and Soobin tugs your pants off all in one swift motion.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself while I'm around baby?" his voice is soft, but there's a devilish look on his face. You can sense the venom in his words.

You shake your head in response.

"Coming up with a stupid rule about not fucking you so that we could focus, yet you're here touching yourself while I comply?" he lets out a low chuckle. "Been studying to keep myself from ruining you every day since we moved, yet here you are"

"I just wanted to-" he pulls your panties to the side and thrusts two fingers into you, repeating the gesture. Instead of finishing your sentence, you moan out, already overwhelmed by pleasure.

"feels so good, Soobin"

"Look at you, so needy already" he slows his pace "but this won't do"

The hand that palmed his hard-on through his pants, dips into his boxers and takes his cock out. Tip crimson, begging for situation.

"Let me suck you off. I promise I'll make you feel good"

"Aw, my pretty girl's begging to please me" he takes his fingers out of you, using the wetness from your cunt to lubricate his neglected cock.

He uses his free hand to grab a fist full of your hair and guides your head to his tip. "Sure you want this?" he asks, adjusting your bodies so that he's standing at the edge of the bed. "Mhm" that's all he needed to continue. "Stick your tongue out" you obey and he slaps his tip against it. You take it upon yourself to wrap your lips around it drawing figure eights on it with your tongue. "fuck, just like that" You look up at him while sucking it slowly, torturing him. Maybe you forgot who was in control here?

He made sure to remind you, though.

Without warning, he uses his hand in your hair to hold you in place, thrusting his dick further into your mouth.

Tears start rolling down your face, only turning him on more. "Good girl"

He's practically fucking your throat. "Fuck I might cum down your throat if we keep this up. Need to be in you" he inquiries.

You pull off his cock with a 'pop' sound. "Please"

"Whatever my pretty girl wants, yeah?"

Soobin pushes you onto the bad face into the mattress, a pillow under your stomach, manhandling you in the best way possible.

Almost immediately, he slides his dick into you.

"Taking me so well" adding another inch. It hurts, but once the pain turns to pleasure you forget it ever stung.

"Good girl, fitting my cock right in. Made for me, all mine" fuck he's driving you insane. You're never prepared for how thick he is. The 2-week intermission has you feeling like you're a virgin all over again.

Shortly after, he's pounding into you at a lethal pace. You feel so good. He feels so good.

"Clenching me so hard baby, did you miss my dick that bad"

"yes, fuck yes! Soobin!"

"So fucked out already and we only just got started, what will I do with you?"

The knot inside of your stomach burns, anticipating release.

"Please, please, please" "Please what pretty, use your words, I know you can" "Please let me cum" you manage to get out of your system. "Not yet, y/n"

Oh but the way his tip attacks your spot feels heavenly. You're about to cum. "Fuck, y/n you're clenching down on me so hard, god"

"Cumming, sorry"

"Fuck you're creaming all over me" he pulls out at the peak of your climax, what a fucking sadist. He switches the position again, this time, you're on top of him. "Ride it, since you can't follow instructions, hm?"

"You look so pretty like this, baby" you grind your hips down, clit hitting his pelvic bone. His hand reaches up and grabs one of your tits, his cheeks a pretty shade of pink. You regain your stamina at the sight of his fucked out features, riding his faster.

"Fuck, y/n, can i cum in you?" you nod your head, yes.

"please do" you moan out.

Soobins hands maneuver to your hips, holding you still to fill you up all the way. "Good girl" he moans.

"Took my cum so well." His eyes glued to where you connect, watching his cum leak out. If it's possible for a man to get a boner while he's already hard, that's what just happened to him.

"Tired" you whimper, body feeling limp. "That's a shame, I'm not done with you just yet"

He flips you over onto your back, still inside you. "Feel me here baby?" he asks, pressing his hand on the bulge his dick imprints on your lower abdomen. "Just a few more rounds. You can take it, yeah?"

A/N: was in heat wrting this i apologise ^^

[almond-tofuuu]

Hi I see you're opening request, so I'm here to ask for one. Thank you so much!

Plot: Zayne anger and his punishment when he find out you lied to him and get yourself in dangerous.

anon are you a mind reader?! 👀 bc I've had a draft of this sat in my wip folder for ages!!!

Hope you enjoy!! 💕

Sorry isn't enough...

Zayne x reader

Warnings: angst, lots of angst, no comfort, Zayne is mad (and possibly ooc)

Might do a part 2 (with a happy ending as an apology for this)

Zayne doesn't yell. In fact, in all the time you'd known him you couldn't remember ever seeing him lose his temper. Sure he got annoyed with you sometimes, mainly when you ignored his advice or turned up at the hospital with yet another injury, but it never boiled over into anger. He'd scold you like a child, giving the occasional icy glare, but nothing more. So when you limped into his office today, an hour late for your appointment and caked in dirt and dried blood, you were prepared to receive another lecture about safety from your primary care physician.

The minute you opened the door and took the first unsteady step into his office, you knew something was off. The air held an icy chill, causing a shiver to run down your spine, the tension increasing with every step. You could feel the pressure of Zayne's eyes on you as you approached his desk, piercing green gaze scrutinising every aspect of your appearance, taking note of every scrape and bruise, every smudge of blood that stained your skin and clothes.

"You're late." Emotionless and cold, his voice shattered the uncomfortable silence that had been present since you entered his office. Swallowing thickly, you finally meet his eyes, and immediately regret it. His expression is hard, brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes which usually hold a tenderness whenever he looks at you are dark, and swirling with a storm of fury. Zayne is pissed.

Opening your mouth, the apology on the tip of your tongue quickly dies at the sound of Zayne's exasperated sigh. "If you're planning on apologising I'd suggest you save your breath. I have neither the time nor the patience to listen to whatever feeble excuses you plan on giving." His harsh tone hits you like an avalanche, burying you in the disappointment that is practically radiating from him. "I've warned you time and time again to be careful, to prioritise your safety and yet you seem determined not to listen. I've lost count of how many times you've limped into my office. You refuse to listen to my advice yet you come to me whenever your recklessness results in another injury. Tell me, do you insist on continuing this foolish behaviour until it undoubtedly causes your death?!"

A lump forms in your throat, eyes fixed on the floor as you desperately try to hold back the tears threatening to fall. Every cruel word Zayne seethes is another knife to your heart, cutting deep and carving themselves into your flesh. And despite your best efforts, you can't stop the choked sob that escapes your lips. Because it hurts. Seeing the man who has always treated you so gently fuming with rage, steely glare freezing you where you stand, forcing you to endure the brunt of his anger. His words melt together, flooding your mind and making your ears ring as they echo on repeat inside your head. You're so overwhelmed by the crushing weight of his disappointment that you don't even realise you're crying until a cold hand touches your cheek, thumb wiping away a single tear. His breath fans your face as he exhales a tired sigh, "come here, let me see your wounds" his voice is softer now, having lost its previous venom but his outburst has left a sour taste in your mouth. You pull away from his touch, shaking your head slightly as you wipe away the tears that stain your cheeks.

"I can take care of it myself...I wouldn't want to inconvenience you any further." You utter, keeping your voice steady and void of emotion. "Don't worry, you won't have to deal with my reckless behaviour anymore. Goodbye, Dr Zayne." Turning away from him you quickly make your way out of his office, ignoring the calls of your name, determined not to let him see you fall apart completely. With each step you can feel your heart breaking more, bleeding out and flooding your chest with every crushing word Zayne spat at you. You're not sure where you're heading, vision blurring with tears, you just know that the last place you want to be is with Zayne.

[megistusdiary]

if you’re still accepting can I req tighnari having a sir/master kink w/ fem reader 👉👈

his story says he doesn’t mind people calling him “master” and i’ve been frothing at the mouth just thinking abt it 🫠🫠🫠

hey! requests are always open, don't worry. i leave my box open perpetually. no point in me closing it, i think.

tighnari is such a relatable character, i love him 😭 please enjoy what i've cooked up <3

sir/master kink with tighnari ⋆·˚ ༘

dom!tighnari x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), master/sir kink, teasing, bratty behavior from reader, spanking (sub receiving), fingering/penetration (sub receiving), orgasm denial

tighnari sits at his desk, hunched over his paperwork with his candle threatening to snuff out at any given moment.

you approach sneakily behind him, seeing his ear twitch at the soft steps. "still working?" you ask him, giving up the charade.

tighnari sets his pen down, glancing over his shoulder at you. "you're still awake?" he asks, turning to face you.

"i was waiting for you to come to bed." your voice is almost a melodic purr as you saunter closer to him, leaning your hip against his chair.

tighnari's lips quirk up. "is that so?" he hums, turning to pick up the stack of papers, tapping them onto the desk to align them.

he feels you slide towards him, onto his lap, and he pulls you in, rubbing your back sweetly.

"you work too hard, master tighnari," you whisper into his ear, a teasing lilt to your voice. soft lips gently graze the fluff of his ear and he stiffens slightly at the honorific.

"master, huh?" he arches an eyebrow.

you smile down at him. "what? you don't like being called, master? i thought you said before that you don't mind."

he clears his throat, shifting his hips. "i don't mind. when it's other people. but you..." he pauses, shifting again.

"archons, are you trying to tell me it gets you hard?" you finally say for him and his cheeks flush a little. "why didn't you tell me you like it? hm? master tighnari?" you trace a hand up his jaw. "come up to bed." you whisper again.

and this time, he obliges without further comment.

he allows you to lead him to your shared bedroom. but, before you can take control, he's pushing you down gently onto your back on the blankets.

he watches you fall with a soft thud, looking up at him surprised. "you're a little vixen." he tuts, shaking his head, pressing you down with a hand to your chest.

and, of course, you decide to tease him further. to keep playing the game between you. "don't act like you don't like it, sir."

those words are what ended up getting you stripped and bent over tighnari's lap. each time you try to move, he's pulling you back down, settling you with your ass up where he can easily reach.

"count for me." is all he says before spanking you once with his hand. your hips jump when he gently rakes his sharpened claws over your skin. "i'm not repeating myself." he warns.

"one, sir." your voice is whiny, causing his ears to twitch.

this continues on until you get to five, when his fingers teasingly swipe over your slit. your breathy sigh is cut off by another spank.

"six, sir!"

"you're really getting off to this, huh?" he asks you, moving his free hand to grip your hair.

"don't...tease..." you protest with a huff. that earns you another spank.

tighnari rolls his eyes and tuts. "what do you mean, 'don't tease'? what were you doing to me earlier?" he pushes your head back down.

he allows his fingers to tease your pussy again, easing them inside of you to stretch you out. he pulls them away every so often to land a smack against your ass, leaving traces of your own slick on your skin.

when you finally get to eleven (because he wanted one more for good measure), he finally gives you what you wanted.

his thumb rubs circles into your clit, crooking his fingers into you. once he finally nudges them into the spongy spot, you're arching your hips up against him.

"there, there- please, sir, oh-" pleas spill from your lips. his fingers move faster with precision. "sir, sir, please-" you whine, trying to move your hips into his fingers.

he lightly smacks your ass as a warning before pulling his fingers out, leaving you to make noises of protest. tighnari pulls you back up, rolling the both of you onto the bed.

you look up at him as he sheds his clothes, tail swishing behind him as he pushes you onto your stomach.

he picks your hips up, arching your back to his liking as you press your cheek into the bed. he rubs his tip across your slit, sliding it across your clit. he grips your hip with one hand. "do you want it?" he asks.

"please, master tighnari! please-" you sound fucked-out, yet he hasn't even fucked you yet. how adorable.

not one to deny his pleasure or yours any further, he slides in. tighnari gives you plenty of time to adjust to the stretch, smoothing his hand over your hip soothingly. his tail curls up slightly at the feeling of you squeezing around him.

he leans himself over you, fucking into you slowly and deeply. he absolutely relishes the way you whine for him over and over. he hears mumbles of his names mixed with 'sir' and 'master', and it drives him mad.

the way a simple word is enough to have his hips slamming into yours, claws digging into your hips. the way those words spilling from your lips can have him growing weak, with his only thoughts of making you a sweet little mess on his bed....

[djarindroid]

Can I get some Angst comfort for Cassian? Like-Reader and him got a Friends with benefits relationship but both want more-and a mission goes wrong that makes them confront the reality of there situation.

IDK-I just been missing him 😭😭

missed writing for Cassian tbh 💕

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Pairing: Cassian x Reader Summary: A near miss causes you to realise something Word Count: 844

The adrenaline was still pumping through your veins, but it wasn’t enough to forget the sight of Cassian being shot in front of you. To say the mission had gone wrong would have been a massive understatement. Bad intel, an ambush… it was utter chaos. 

You’d seen the blaster bolt hit him, watched as the searing red light flashed in front of your eyes before it slammed into him and sent him flying to the ground. All you could do was scream his name as he lay there motionless. If it wasn’t for sheer luck you wouldn’t have even got him back to the ship.

You’d managed to help him get up on the med table, him huffing out a ‘I’m fine’ as you did. Those were the only words that had been uttered between you both since getting back to the ship. That’s how it usually was after missions for you two, no words, just touch. Just that need for release.

Instead here you were pressing down a bacta patch to the wound on his chest, your hands trembling as you did. His skin was hot beneath your touch, slick with sweat and dried bloody. The wound wasn’t the worst you’d seen, but it was too close. If it had landed a little higher...

You swallowed hard and pushed the thought away, focusing on the task at hand.

You finished dressing the wound and took a small step back, breathing hard. Your hands were still shaking as they fell to your sides.

Cassian groaned as he sat up. ‘I’m fine,’ he repeated, like it would make you feel better.

‘Fine?’ your voice almost cracked. ‘You almost died Cassian.’

He sighed and ran a hand down his face. ‘But I didn’t.’

He was trying to brush it off. Act like it didn’t matter, act like he hadn’t been a couple of centimeters from death. And he expected you to do the same. But you couldn’t, not now. 

Not now you realised what he actually meant to you. You felt stupid really, the fact it had taken him nearly dying for you to finally admit it to yourself.

It was never just about the moments after missions, the desperate tangled moments in the dark to remind yourselves you were alive. Sure, it had started that way, but somewhere along the way it had changed. You had changed.

You found yourself seeking him out, catching glimpses of him across the base just to feel a warmth settling inside you. As if everything would be okay as long as he was still there. You told yourself it was just the familiarity, but the truth was the days felt longer when he was gone. The weight on your shoulders eased slightly.

Now you were faced with the terrifying reality that one day, he could be taken from you in the blink of an eye.

Your chest tightened and you clenched your hands into fists to stop them from shaking. You could feel Cassian watching you, knowing his eyes were boring into you, but you didn’t meet his eyes. You couldn’t.

‘Cassian, I can’t do this anymore,’ your voice was so quiet. 

His brows furrowed, ‘what do you mean?’

‘This,’ you gestured between the two of you, finally meeting his gaze. ‘I thought I lost you today Cassian and I-’ you swallowed the lump in your throat. ‘You mean so much more to me than I could ever tell you and seeing you hit the ground today, it felt like my heart was being ripped apart.’ A sob caught in your throat and you could no longer stop the tears from spilling out.

‘You think I haven’t spent every damn night trying to convince myself that this is nothing,’ he let out a shaky breath as he reached for you. Gentle hands cupped your face and brushed the tears away. 

Your breath hitched, your mouth opened and closed but you didn’t know what to say.

‘Everytime you walk away I tell myself it's easier, that it’s better that way. But I look for you around the base every day and I countdown for the next mission, just so I have an excuse to be near you.’ He shook his head, like he was finally letting himself say the words he always wanted to. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you took in his words. ‘You never said anything.’

He let out half a chuckle, ‘neither did you.’

You reached up and wrapped your hand around one of his own, grounding yourself. ‘I was scared,’ you admitted.

His gaze seemed to soften, he pulled you in gently and rested his forehead against your own. ‘Me too.’

You closed your eyes as more tears slipped free. ‘I don’t want to lose you,’ you whispered.

His hands tightened on you, his lips brushing yours as he promised, ‘You won’t.’

And this time when he kissed you, it wasn’t rushed or desperate like the other times. It was filled with all of the things neither of you had dared to say before.

[recklesssturniolo]

Bad Listener - M.S

dom!Matt, degrading, based on req that Matt catches reader masturbating and they both had an agreement not too

A/N: idk how I feel about this one if y’all don’t like it I’m jumping off a cliff

NSFW BELOW, leave if you’re a minor

Matt had told me he was coming over about an hour and a half ago, it took him less than ten minutes to drive to my house so it was beyond me how he wasn’t here yet, and the fact he wasn’t answering any of my texts or calls.

I had told him I needed him, badly, but the longer I had to wait the more frustrated I became. Going through the videos of Matt jerking off and dick picks he’d previously sent only turned me on more. Sighing that I still hadn’t heard from him, I decided to take care of my problem myself.

Playing the videos, I play with my clit to the sound of his groans, his whimpers and the sight of him coming all over himself, moans of my own escaping my mouth.

“Am I interrupting something?”

I shoot up, my eyes making contact with Matt’s.

“Yeah actually you were. Since you can’t show up on time apparently I’m dealing with my issue on my own” I glare back.

“Sucks. Pretty sure we have an agreement to not do exactly what you’re doing, so pathetic you couldn’t even try to wait?” He replies, “Mm and you’re touching yourself to videos of me. Fuck you really are a needy whore aren’t you?”

I stay silent. Trying desperately to compose myself as his words only cause me to grow hornier. Before I know it, Matt grabs my legs and pulls me down to the end of the bed, effortlessly swiping his fingers up my folds.

“Matt” I whine.

“So wet” He smirks, placing his fingers in his mouth and using his tongue to lick my juices off of them.

“Matt please” I repeat.

“What? You want to be treated like the whore you are?” He asks.

“Yes yes” I reply.

I hear a small chuckle before he gets down onto his knees, looking up at me before circling his two fingers around my entrance. My back arches at the sensation, despite how little it was.

A gasp falls from my mouth as he slams his fingers into me. His pace immediately fast and his fingers curled slightly.

“Holy fuck” I moan.

Matt doesn’t respond, instead he lowers his head and attaches his tongue to my clit and beginning to flick it. My pleasure only increasing as he toyed circles around it and sucked on it.

“F-feels so good Matt” I whimper.

“Such a fucking slut, look how easy it it for me to have you already close to coming on my fingers” He mumbles, his voices sending vibrations throughout my body as his lips stayed on my pussy.

My back arches as he continues, his tongue devouring every inch of me. My climax continuing to creep closer as he did.

“I’m - I’m gonna come fuck please” I stutter.

“Not a chance. You think after being such a little whore you’re gonna get to come that easily?” He asks, “Get on your knees, show me just how much of a whore you really are”

Doing as he said, I undo his belt before pulling down his boxers and pants. A quiet moan leaving at my mouth as I watch his dick smack his stomach, and the pre come leaking from it.

I swirl my tongue around his tip, his hand immediately grabbing the back of my hair. I begin taking a small amount of his dick into my mouth.

“Don’t act like you can’t take all of it” He growls, his hand pushing slightly on the back of my head.

I slowly take all of him inside my mouth, bobbing my head as I tried to fight off the gags from his dick hitting the back of my throat.

“There you go, now you’re listening” He groans.

I was sure at this point I was dripping onto the floor, looking up at Matt and viewing his jaw dropped open and his head tilted back.

I feel Matt push my head harder, my pace picking up as he did. Tears now streaming down my face from how hard his dick was hitting the back of my throat.

Grabbing me by my hair, my pulls me away, tilting my chin up to look up at him, “Might be a fucking slut but god you look so good on your knees for me”

“I need you fuck, please” I say. My pussy throbbing for him.

“On the bed, legs open” He instructs.

Instantly I get up and position myself on the bed as he said to. Him grabbing my face and roughly kissing me before grabbing my legs and putting them over his shoulders. I feel him push himself into me but only slightly before pulling out again.

“No teasing, Matt please I need you inside of me” I whine.

“So pathetic” He smirks before slamming himself into me.

A loud moan falls from my mouth as I feel him stretch me out, my legs over his shoulders only making the sensation better.

“Oh my god” I moan.

“Such a whore aren’t you? Taking me so well” He groans.

“I - yes” I mumble.

“Yes what huh?” He asks.

“Yes I’m a whore, fuck oh my god Matt feels so good” I answer.

I watch him smirk at my response before his grip tightens on my waist now pinching my skin, his pace fastening and the knot of pleasure in my stomach growing.

Continuing, whimpers and moans flew out of my mouth, my climax now begging to be released as I feel Matt’s dick twitch inside of me.

“Fucking hell, come with me, I can feel you clenching around me” He groans, his voice hoarse.

Immediately I let myself come, him filling me up as we both hit our highs. My back arching and my eyes clenched such as he continued to hit my g-spot, his groans now filling the room. His head bowed as he slowed his pace. He lowers my legs from his shoulders before taking himself out of me.

He looks at me intently, smirking before speaking, “Made such a mess all over me, you just keep proving how much of a whore you are”

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