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[tr4ncewher]

a poem, for someone special

by me obvi

. . . . .

what a girl.

falling apart, crumbling with your words. tell me you love me, i love you more.

words that never come out when we’re on the phone, words that i can’t find the voice for.

i look after you.

whether you’re telling me about a boy you’re thinking of that i’ll never be, or a girl you love that isn’t me.

i need you.

even if we’re far apart, you’re close in my mind. i cry and pray and beg one day you’ll open your eyes and you’ll be mine.

i apologize if i seem distant.

there’s not much i can do.

all i can is push myself away from an amazing person like you.

blessed with ethereal beauty.

you must be aphrodite herself.

the way you smile, your hair, your lips, your eyes, they all never fail to make me melt.

your voice.

soft, sweet, calming, and beautiful.

if that voice were to tell me even harsh words like “stay away,” i would do as i was told.

is it wrong to want a future with you?

to hold you in my arms. to come home to you. i don’t know what to do.

my sweet, pretty girl.

when will you be mine, my world?

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you’re toxic, i’m slipping under

kaiser x f!reader . for ava <3

. . . . .

“the fuck is wrong with you?” you glared up at kaiser, as he walked into the girl’s locker room, ignoring all the other girls changing and walking up to you, gripping onto your arm and yanking you out of the locker room with you only in your bra and sweatpants. “holy shit, kaiser, what the hell are you doing?” you tried to cover yourself with your free arm, cheeks flushing underneath the stares of other students in the hallway.

kaiser dragged you into an empty classroom, eyes narrowed and breath shallow as strong arms pinned you up onto a desk. kaiser stood between your thighs, looking down at you with a scowl.

“i saw you,” he panted softly. “i saw you with that prick, isagi. fuck are you doing all lovey dovey with his short ass?” he sneered, raising an eyebrow. “what’s wrong? can’t answer when a handsome man is on top of yo—”

you interrupted him, slapping him hard across the face as he stumbled back off of you. jumping off the desk and bolting towards the door, your face red all over, you stuck up the middle finger at him as you made your way quickly back to the locker room to get ready again.

tonight was a big soccer game for kaiser, and you unfortunately had to cheer him on considering you were one of the lead cheerleaders. what the hell just happened? what was he so jealous for? why did it fluster you so much?

back in the locker room, you changed into your skirt and tank uniform for cheer, grabbing your pom poms and walking out to finish the rest of your classes after putting them in your backpack.

. . . . .

“what an asshole!” your friend muttered when you confided in her about what had taken place in the classroom, her eyes flashing with anger. “if he likes you he should be a gentleman about it!”

as much as you loved her, you didn’t want to admit you didn’t want gentle. that kaiser was on your mind now. the two of you walked out onto the field at the same time the soccer team did, waiting for the game to get set up. you and your friends stretched, laughing and joking around with one another. kaiser hated it. he hated how happy you looked when it wasn’t him making you happy. but he loved how you looked when you stretched, your ass on display like you wanted him to see it. when he saw isagi eyeing you up, however, he scoffed and narrowed his eyes before turning around.

once the game had begun, the cheer team and you preformed your dances, intricate tricks, and eye catching moves until the game was over. sweaty and tired, you sighed, putting your pom poms back in your bag as you felt a rough hand gripping your shoulder.

“so,” came kaiser’s voice, making your heart flutter in both fear and amusement. “showing yourself off for isagi, yeah? come with me, pretty girl. i’ll show you who you belong to.”

kaiser picked you up, flinging you over his shoulder with ease and walking away with you to the family bathroom inside of the school. he set you down, with you frozen in shock, locking the door and gripping your wrists.

“kaise—” you began, only to be shut up by kaiser’s mouth on yours, his tongue pressing past your lips and pleading for entry until you gave in, a soft moan falling out past your lips. his tongue danced with yours, and he eventually pulled away from you, turning you around and shoving you up against the wall.

“shut up and take it,” he murmured roughly. kaiser’s hands fumbled with the waistband of your skirt and panties, before yanking them down to your ankles. “wet slut.”

you trembled against the wall when you felt him tangle his hand in your hair, keeping your cheek on the cold tile as you heard him rustle with his shorts.

you couldn’t help the needy mewl that left your mouth when you felt his warm tip prod at your heat.

that is, until he slammed his full length into you, making you freeze up and open your mouth in a small “oh” of surprise. your eyes rolled back, drool dripping past your chin when he thrust back and forth as hard as he could.

your back arched so pretty, and he couldn’t help but smack your ass with his free hand while yanking your hair with the other.

“wouldn’t let isagi fuck you like this, would you? hm? be a good girl and use your words. don’t just drool there like a whore.”

“n-no.. no..” you babbled almost incoherently, pushing your ass back in time with his thrusts.

“filthy,” kaiser moaned, shooting his load into your hole, before pulling out and watching his cum drip past your cunt while you twitched. “she likes me, doesn’t she?”

“yeah, well, i don’t.. but she might.”

. . . . .

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that look in your eyes

satoru x f!reader .

. . . . .

something in the way satoru stared into you, as if his gaze went through you, through every emotion, through your every movement. the way his crystal coated blue eyes looked into yours. the way he’d so prettily blink his lashes against his cheeks, or the rare times when he’d cry, tears rolling over his puffy lids and running on his rosy cheeks, finding purchase in your chest.

his eyes were beautiful. whether they flashed with anger, lust, sadness, or laughter. they were beautiful when they roamed over every inch of you, full of love and adoration.

this fixation on having eye contact with him or staring at him when he wasn’t paying attention went on for days, not going unnoticed by satoru. perhaps he could use it to his advantage?

gojo had been working an awful lot lately, coming home every night and being too tired to have any time for you at all. so when he was home when you woke up on friday, cooking breakfast and wearing your pink apron and shorts, nothing else, you were confused, happy, and excited all at once.

“toru?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow and stepping closer to where he was scrambling eggs. “you’re home?”

he hummed softly, not turning away from the pan, but answering you still.

“yes,” he replied. “nanami took over, so i’m here. listen, i know i haven’t had much time for you, and i’m sorry.”

you were too focused on sneaking up behind satoru, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your hand on his lower abdomen, feeling his abs jump beneath your touch.

“huh? it’s okay,” you reassured, too lost in the warm feeling of touching him again. but there was one thing you didn’t like about this position — you couldn’t see his eyes. your favorite part of him, but this would have to do for now.

you really didn’t mean to move your hand so far down, but now you had started, you couldn’t stop yourself. your nimble fingers ghosted over his clothed dick, and it almost instantly twitched. so sensitive. beautiful. moving your hand back and forth against his erection, you could hear him whimpering and feel him trembling with the effort of trying not to burn the eggs.

“fuck,” he cursed, leg twitching as he gripped onto the spatula.

“color?” you asked cautiously, making sure he was okay with this before continuing.

“green.” that was all you needed to hear, as you brought both hands to hook beneath the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down just a bit, taking his boxers with them. you couldn’t see it, but you could hear his cock slap against his belly, completely hard.

he leaned back against you as you took him in your palm, slowly stroking his dick and rubbing your thumb over the tip, using his pre as lubricant.

but it still wasn’t enough. you wanted to see his eyes. so with a shaky hand, you pulled out your phone, pulling up the camera while still stroking him with one hand.

“w-what’re you—” he was silenced when you squeezed the base of his cock gently, whimpering loudly and bucking his hips up against your fingers.

you put the camera in front of his face, now able to see his eyes from behind him.

for being the strongest, he sure was a crybaby. fat tears rolling down his face, cheeks red, and lashes littered with tears clinging to them. he cried out, back arching as he widened his pretty eyes, release splattering onto the oven and you came to your senses when you smelled burning eggs.

but oh, that look in his eyes was to die for.

. . . . .