#so i thought y not

[hinamie]

long way home

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.

[keiscorner]

2:53 am

"kei." no response. you know tsukishima has to get up early for work, but the window across from your bed is open, allowing the night breeze to creep in and sting your face. you could get up yourself, but that's what husbands are for, right?

you twist around, trying to wiggle out of your husband's grasp so you can take a better look at his sleeping face. he has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other supporting your neck to, in his words, 'protect his ears from your constant complaints about your sore neck in the morning'.

"honey?" you poke his cheek, smiling to yourself when he grunts in response. tsukishima has always been a light sleeper. you lay in silence for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh, opening his eyes to look at you.

"what do you want?"

you muster up your biggest doe eyes, knowing that he hates getting out of bed just as much as you do. "close the window for me?"

"no. you do it."

you sigh dramatically, gesturing at his arms wrapped firmly around you. "i would love to, but someone is holding me hostage, so i think you're going to have to do it."

tsukishima rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from your body. "problem solved." he holds back a smile when you frown and pull the blankets away from him, turning your back towards him. you're so cute. tsukishima would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, but he can't help but tease you a bit first. he'll never get tired of your reactions, and he loves that he can be a little snarky with you.

you sigh again, this time louder and more pointed, pretending to shiver just to show your husband how cold you really are, and how cruel he is for not helping. "if only someone could hold me right now...", you trailed off.

"ok, do you want me to help you or not?" he finally gives in, getting up to reach for his glasses. you win, as usual. you turn back to face him again with a smile as bright as sunshine, and despite all of the years you've been together, his heart still stops for a second. wow. okay, maybe he is obsessed with you, but he can't help it. you've clearly worked your magic on him, considering the fact that he's getting out of the bed for you when he has to be awake in a few hours. he goes to close the windows with a firm click, walking back to his side of bed.

"kei...since you're already up...", he looks back to see your guilty smile, an empty mug in your hands. "please? last thing, i swear." he give you a look that reads, "you're lucky i love you." (you know you're the luckiest person in the world.)

he takes your mug and you hear his quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen. he comes back, handing you a mug full of warm water. once you take a sip, he takes the mug from you again, placing it on your nightstand.

"i poisoned that," he quips, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before finally lying down and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. the only reason he hates getting out of bed is that he has to let go of you, but he doesn't need to say that. he's sure you already know.

[moodyseal]

I was poking fun at how unexpectedly silly the CHB kids looked in armour in the first two episodes of the PJO show (acting like an almighty army and all) and then it hit me. This is exactly how some of them will look like when they will be dying in the final battle. Silly. Tiny. Literal children

[introloves]

pussy eater divide:

the guys you should be more than happy to open your legs for and let them eat to their hearts content:

higuruma, choso, ino, kusakabe, nanami

the guys you should be borderline scared to let get between your legs:

toji, sukuna, gojo!!, geto

[kokokoula]

prompt: you're in the early stages of a relationship with tsukishima kei, and a secret one at that. one day, you decide to take a peek during his practice to know more about the sport he claims he "doesn't obsess over". however, just before you leave, he sees you, and immediately knows you had been watching him. after his practice, he texts you to tease you about it, until you take away his "kissing privileges" as a joke. he doesn't reply you, but he does shows up at your window. of course, you let him in. "what are you-- mmph!" he cuts you off with a breathtaking kiss. "you kissed me back, which means your statement is invalid." he attempts to leave after that, but you pull him back for another kiss. "it has been and will always be invalid, kei." he melts and hides his face in the crook of your neck as his arms wrap around your waist.

pt 2

[uc1wa]

jason todd who’s a little religious and says he wants to wait for marriage to fill you full with his cock and cum. jason todd whose tongue is lapping at your entrance and his fingers are circling your clit, reminding you that the bible doesn’t say anything about the inability to do this.

[flwrstqr]

﹏ ✦ ❛ JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

꒰ 𝐍𝐎𝐖⋆𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝒊𝐍𝐆 ִֶ ┆ their reaction when you kiss another guy for a movie && bf!enhypen hyung line x actor fem!reader ✉️ cw. jealousy skinship ୨୧ 682wc.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

heeseung stares at you, eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. "you’re really gonna kiss him?" he asks, trying to sound casual, but you catch the edge in his voice. you nod, shrugging like it’s no big deal. "it's just work, babe." he scoffs, running a hand through his hair. "work, right." he crosses his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter, clearly not over it. "i just don’t get why they have to make you kiss him." you smile, walking over to him, resting your hands on his chest. "heeseung, it’s literally my job. it means nothing." he lets out a deep sigh, wrapping his arms around your waist. "yeah, well, i don't like it." his lips brush against your forehead, lingering there. "just… don’t get too into it, okay?" you laugh, teasingly. "jealous much?" heeseung grumbles, “always when it comes to you.”

rest of the members below !!

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘

jay raises an eyebrow when you tell him about the kiss scene, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. "you're serious?" he asks. "yeah, jay, it's just acting," you reply, trying to keep it light. he scoffs, shaking his head. "i know it’s acting, but does it have to be that kind of scene?" you walk over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "it’s part of the job. nothing more." jay stares at you for a moment, his jaw tight, then sighs heavily. "i just don’t like the idea of someone else kissing you, even if it’s pretend." his hand slides around your waist, pulling you close. 

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

jake’s face falls the moment you mention the kiss scene. “wait, so you're actually going to kiss him?” he asks, his voice laced with concern. you nod, trying to stay casual. “it’s just acting, jake. no big deal.” but jake runs a hand through his hair, clearly bothered. “i know, but… can’t they use, like, camera angles or something?” he half-jokes, though you can see the jealousy in his eyes. you walk over, taking his hand. “you know it’s not real, right? it’s just part of the job.” jake sighs, squeezing your hand as if he needs reassurance. “i get that, i do. i just… it’s hard seeing someone else get to be that close to you, even if it's fake.” you lean up, kissing him softly. “don’t worry, i only have eyes for you.” jake chuckles, pulling you into his arms. “you better.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

sunghoon’s eyes narrow as he read through the script. “wait, you have to kiss him?” he asks, his voice tight with jealousy. before you can answer, he’s already dialing the director. “sunghoon?” you try to get his attention, but he ignores you, focused on the ringing phone. “hello, yeah, this is sunghoon. can you remove the kissing scene with y/n and ___?” he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument. . “it’s not necessary for the story,” he adds, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. your eyes widen, but he still doesn’t acknowledge you, gripping his phone like it’s his lifeline.

[earthtooz]

500 wc, post-argument diluc fic, gn!reader

The night feels stagnant and the clock on your bedside is far too loud and incessant for you to sleep. Normally, you wouldn't be able to hear the hands click, but tonight it is a metronome for the chaotic whirlwind of thoughts in your head.

You know it is getting late, and no matter how strongly you wish for sleep to find you, it is unsuccessful, a contradicting push and pull of trying to get your buzzing mind to fall asleep.

But the bed is cold and the vacant spot beside you is even more so. Diluc often gets home late, returning at two most nights, but the hour hand has now struck half past three and your lover still has not returned after storming out, needing some space to cool down after a heated… discussion.

You waited for him the entire night, anxiously hoping to hear the sound of the front door opening, followed by the steps of his boots and yet, as you lay on your shared mattress with your back turned against the door, there is still no sign of him. 

Until the wooden door to your bedroom creaks open on its hinges and the soft padding of footsteps follows after. You don’t move, figure deceptively still in the moonlight and eyes shut to go along with the facade.

The mattress by your thighs sink and the smell of smoke clinging to someone’s coat enters your senses, followed by a dull waft of pine. You know this scent too well, and the weight by your legs is one you would recognise instantly. Diluc is home, and you don’t know if he’s still upset at you for earlier, so you feign unconsciousness. 

Hands place themselves on either side of your body and you feel the gentle press of lips against the apple of your right cheek.

For you, the contact is a balm for your wounded heart, a reassurance of love and adoration against the cold night. For him, it is salvation because his hopes and wishes of you staying, even after his fiery outburst, has been answered, you still feel safe in his bed, you did not run and chose to bear the brunt of loving him. 

“My heart,” he whispers against your skin and the words sink right in. “I’m sorry for earlier.” 

You want to sigh in relief. 

The weight disappears and the sink of the mattress is alleviated as the red-haired disappears to your shared bathroom, the sound of a faucet running muffled behind the door. The sign of another person’s presence is comforting, and Diluc’s is a perfect aid to the insomnia you were suffering through moments ago.

When he emerges, you are almost asleep, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. A familiar pair of arms envelop your waist and a face is pressed against the back of your neck, followed by a sigh of relief.

“I love you,” he murmurs. Diluc doesn’t need you to say it back, just needs to know that you’ll be there when he wakes up so that he can prove it.

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shouto coming to bff!izuku for what he thinks is date advice except izuku slowly realises he plans to propose. the only problem being that you’re all still very much in high school.

[pinkmelodie]

Bbf!Jason who hates your ex.. .

~ 18+

“Can you believe this? his following is still filled with other girls! Did he even like me at all??” You whine, scrolling through your ex’s insta who you swore to Jason you already blocked.

“and it’s like I should be pissed at him, but at the same time I just want to be with him again!” You ramble, oblivious to the grip on your hip tightening in frustration. “I should text him. No, wait, shit, should I text him?” You asked, turning to your bestfriend who’s currently holding your hips up.

“are you seriously asking me about your ex while I’m balls deep inside you?” He groaned while rubbing scarred hands along your hips.

You fiddled with the sheets for a moment before frowning, “…well do you agree?”

He glares and before you can even think he's pushing your face into the pillow and quickening his pace until he’s slamming his pulsing cock directly into your g-spot. Your eyes roll back with every brutal thrust and you can’t even catch your breath, loud moans of his name being muffled by his scarred hands entangled in your hair and shoving your face down. You’re drooling over the pillow, pussy squelching on his dick. Your a mess, yet he just hums and admires the cockdrunk haze you settle in that stops you from whining about your shitty ex for once.

I mean come on, you could do so much better. He could treat you so much better, If only you’d let him.

~ ~ ~ Sorry for slow uploads! I don’t even have an excuse tbh. I’m just a lazy mf. Heres some food tho!

[angelsrcute]

Imagine Yan!Sylus who keeps you at one of his abandoned villas. He spoils you rotten— though you don't seem to appreciate it, only giving him glares and not talking to him. It's alright, he likes a good fight, you'll surely learn to live with it one day. Oh, and he also likes your cute attempts at escaping him. Your face when you're caught makes it worth it! Did you really think it was so easy?

As for your punishments, he'd never hurt you, you're just so delicate, maybe a little scolding or a little spanking session. One thing he still hasn't told you is that you're dead to others, so no one will ever come to save you! Just be a little nicer to him and he'll show you how good he is, nicer than your little ‘friends’.

[ennard-is-near]

>Be me

> Just moved to neighborhood in Hurricane, Utah

>At a welcome party thrown for me

>Party is fun

>party suddenly stops and neighbors say they have to tell me something

>what?

>they give me a heads up about Michael.

>I ask what the deal is

>he’s not dangerous, you’ll know him when you see him. He’s just Michael.

>confused.png

>Few months later

>see a literal decaying body walking down the street.

>it’s just Michael.

[darcotics]

bath time

[strangerstilinski]

!! making steve cum just from licking and sucking at the skin at the very bottom of his tummy and his soft hairy thighs !!

he starts off with his normal pleas for you to ‘please. pretty please touch my cock, honey’ his grip is bruising where his hands are clinging tight to your own while you hold his hips. as he gets closer and closer to his peak his words devolve into these guttural sounds that you can hardly even make out, but make your tummy twist all the same. intelligible moans and gasps and the most intoxicating choked little grunts. he nearly doesn't think he'll survive past the sharp ache of arousal pooling in his balls while you leisurely suck pretty little hickies into his skin. but he does survive. eventually it crest over into something entirely all-consuming, and that's when he really breaks. he's got sweat dripping down the length of his neck and tickling at the base of his throat, his chest hair damp and shining with it. his leaking cock kicking up against his tummy with every biting kiss you leave to his skin. the sounds leaving his mouth have surpassed pornographic. garbled praises giving way to wanton moans. and when your mouth trails down to the space where his thigh meets his heavy balls, you give the gentlest of sucks to the soft skin and your nose just barely nudges the base of his cock and he's cumming with a cry. hips bucking and cock twitching as his spend shoots onto his freckled abdomen, the pearly liquid spilling out over the rapidly darkening red splotches from your mouth. and he cums so much, so hard, that a few drops manage to catch all the way up where his chest hair curls over his collarbones

[boigyu]

idol au where you have heeseung as your phone wallpaper and accidentally show it on live