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osamu miya i love you

stockings

wc: 0.3k content warning: smut, boifran osamu x reader, mention of slapping, not proofread.... oooosamu :3333 felt like this fit him so well

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it's quite clear that osamu's an ass or thighs type of guy from the way you feel his eyes lingering on your legs the moment you sit.

his undivided attention, always fixated on the way your dough-like flesh melted onto your seat. or the way osamu never fails to land a hard and firm smack on one of your ass cheeks that make you flinch in surprise.

though, the image of you in stockings never came across his mind until you wore them. black and slightly sheer stockings that connected with your undergarments, covered by a short skirt made his cock throb with anticipation as he held back from ripping your skirt off. his beady dark chocolate eyes were intense and full of sinful intent, almost boring a hole into you as he was unable to keep his eyes off you.

the way osamu stared at the thick dark band at the top of your stockings as it encapsulated your plush thighs simply made his mouth water, thinking about how he wanted to immediately dive in. especially how your soft thighs just barely overflowed at the top, was like watching a delicacy getting filled to the tippy top with sauce that could burst and drip down the side at any given moment, making his eyes linger for far too long.

osamu couldn't wait to get his hands on your plush legs that night. the visuals engulfed his mind with images depicting how good you'd look ass up with your stockings on as well as your undergarments ripped apart to show your bare glistening pussy. thinking about the way your ass would sway with your whole body according to his every strong thrust was good enough to make him burst in his pants.

thinking about the way your ass would jiggle after every hard and hot slap made his cock twitch, how erotic this fantasy was. the way his big hands would wrap around your hair, holding you back in an arch that could break you into two as you took osamu so well. his droopy sadistic eyes couldn't wait to have their fill the moment he had alone time with you to teach you a lesson about dress code at work.

damn did he wanna tear into you right there and now.

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This Gojo as DlLF!Gojo...

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off topic and totally unrelated to any of my work but i want my professor so bad it’s getting insane and he’s such a good guy and so polite and there is not a single weird bone in his body he’s so professional and UGHHHHH he drives me NUTS

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aizawa + chronically overworked reader (i'm totally not projecting)

sfw

expect coffee to always be in front of you. always with the perfect ratio of cream and sugar (or a bracing shot of espresso)

gives the best massages. his hands are so big and strong; he undoes all the tension you carry in your body in what feels like minutes

parallel work happens a lot. he'll stay up working on something just so you have company

whenever you finish a big task, he squeezes your hand and smiles in that soft, kind way that melts your heart. "always knew you could do it, sweetheart." *dies*

enacts mandatory nap sessions

isn't a very good cook but likes to leave you snacks of cut fruits and veggies

when you get too overwhelmed he wraps you in blankets and cuddles you for hours (or until you fall asleep on his chest)

nsfw

will pull out the mean hard dom when you're procrastinating. makes you cockwarm him while you draft up documents, cocky smirk on his face as he palms the back of your head and directs you to double-check your work

"seriously baby? slutty little brat can't even send an email without getting a reward?"

also worships the fuck out of you when you need it.

pussy-munching until you're wiggling to get away. always keeps you pinned down with the heavy weight of his forearm

"let me taste you, honey. my girl's been working so hard, she deserves a treat"

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And if I said the strongest begs you to mark him up- all for the elders to gasp and faint about.

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this was so cute omg

dicksuki.

synopsis: seeking out comfort from unofficialbf!katsuki and he says something mean and it's your final straw. + katsuki can't stand seeing you cry.

notes: i will be exclusively referring to mean katsuki as dicksuki from now on

it has been a long, long day. you're running on maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep, you're on your period, you've been buried under homework, and you're 2 seconds away from a nervous breakdown. so, you did what any girl would do and sought comfort from katsuki. you’re curled into his chest, warm and tired, tucked under the covers in his dorm bed. it’s late. the room’s quiet. and he just kissed your forehead like he always does. casual, gentle, thoughtless in the way it’s become second nature.

“i love when you do that,” you whisper, voice barely above the hum of his fan.

he hums low in his chest. “do what?”

“kiss my forehead,” you say, already sounding half-asleep. “it feels like you really love me when you do.”

his heart skips. it stutters, even. but he doesn’t show it. instead, he scoffs, because that’s what he does. dumbass defense mechanism kicking in without permission.

“maybe i don’t,” he mutters, a teasing edge in his voice. “maybe i just do it to shut you up.”

he smirks. like he thinks he’s being funny. like it’s nothing.

and for a second, he thinks you laugh. or maybe you’re just shifting under the blanket.

but then he feels you go still. not the relaxed kind. not the sleepy kind.

the kind of still that makes his stomach twist.

he glances down, still smirking, until he sees your face.

you’re staring at nothing, eyes wide and watery, lashes clumped from blinking too fast. lips trembling like you’re trying so hard to hold it in but you’re already losing the battle.

and it hits him like a truck.

“wait.”

his smile drops instantly.

“wait. shit. baby.”

it wasn't exactly what he said. sure, it was kind of hurtful, but it was more the accumulation of all of your stressors and he happened to be the final straw. don't crash out over this. it's ok. you don’t say anything. you don't trust yourself. you don’t move, either, lest some tears fall out with the motion. your chest rises with a shaky breath you try to swallow.

his whole body tenses. “fuck, i didn’t mean that. hey, no, no, c’mere. look at me.”

he’s cupping your face before you can turn away, thumb brushing your cheek, voice suddenly so soft.

“i was just messin’ with you,” he says, frantic now. “i didn’t mean it. of course i love you. fuck, of course i do.”

you blink up at him, eyes glassy. you're so vulnerable and emotional right now. honestly, you'd been sort of insecure about loving katsuki more than he loves you lately, and he confirmed all of your worst fears. after all, you were technically 'just friends.' just because he hangs out with you doesn't mean he loves you. “but you said-”

“i know what i said,” he cuts in quickly, guilt written all over him. “and it was stupid, okay? i was bein’ a dick like always and i swear i didn’t mean it. not even a little.”

your lip wobbles and he practically whines, pulling you against him and hiding his face in your hair.

“god, don’t cry. please don't cry. i’ll do anything, i’ll kiss your forehead a hundred times, just.. don’t think i don’t love you. and also stop cryin'. it's killin' me. i love you, sweets.”

you sniff against his collarbone, voice muffled. “you do?”

he leans back just enough to kiss you. your forehead, your temple, your hair. kiss, kiss, kiss.

“so fuckin' much.”

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OH MY GOD

“no one’s teaching you to kiss but me,” satoru declares, leaning close as you freeze on his couch, heart tripping over itself. he’s your best friend, always cocky, always protective, and right now, he’s dead serious, sprawled next to you, one arm slung over the cushions. you’d mentioned never kissing anyone properly.

“satoru, you’re joking,” you mumble, cheeks hot, but he shakes his head, white hair falling in his eyes. “nope. you think i’m letting some random fuck it up? c’mere.” he pats his lap, teasing, but there’s an edge to his voice, possessive. you hesitate, and he sighs, softer, scooting closer ‘til his thigh brushes yours. “trust me, yeah? i’ll make it good.”

you nod, nervous, and he cups your jaw, gentle but firm, tilting your face up. “relax,” he murmurs, breath warm, and then his lips are on yours, slow, soft, testing. you gasp, clumsy, and he chuckles against your mouth, pulling back just enough to whisper, “follow me, baby.” he kisses again, deeper, guiding you, tongue brushing your lips ‘til you open, letting him in, and you’re melting, hands grabbing his shirt.

“good girl,” he teases, and you whimper, chasing his lips when he pauses. he’s teaching, sure, but it’s more—his hand slides to your neck, thumb stroking, and he kisses you senseless, like he’s claiming you. “see? easy,” he pants, pulling back, eyes dark, a smug grin on his face. you’re flushed, breathless, wanting more, and he knows it, leaning in to nip your bottom lip.

“satoru,” you whisper, and he laughs, soft, kissing your forehead. “no one else gets to do this,” he says. “practice with me anytime.”

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AAAA

bf suna things

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this could make sense to no one but me but aizawa girls are also the kind of girls who loved secretary (2002)

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i ate this up omg i love this

satoru "fake backshots" gojo who likes to sneak up on u when ur doing the most mundane tasks around the house and give you fake backshots.

yes, fake backshots.

washing dishes? the man is trying his hardest not to make any noise as he slips into the kitchen, watching u from behind, licking his lips at the sight of u in pajama shorts n' a lousy excuse for a tank top, tapping ur foot n' humming to a song playing in your earbuds. completely and blissfully unaware of the mischievous man lurking behind u. until u feel him, his hands sly n quick, his left getting a hold of ur hips while, his right pushes ur back into a arch. barely having time to react, all you could do was gasp, n try to push him away.

to no avail, satoru presses his pelvis into ur butt, before pulling back n thrusting his hips back n forth. satoru grinned eliciting small sighs and gasps from the same lips that complained "pervert! i can't even do the dishes in peace anymore!" . the man behind u leaned down to obnoxiously moan in ur ear in response "yea? yea? you like that, huh? like it when i take you like this?" u rolled ur eyes in annoyance, pushing his head away from your ear as he continued to thrust his bulge into ur ass. "satoru, ur so weird!"

"ohhh you love it, huh? feel good? yea? you gonna cum for me, baby? don't worry im right here with y-you- fuckkkkk!! nghhhhhh !!!!" satoru threw his head back n' at this point you couldn't tell if he was being serious or overly obnoxious like he always is. that is until he slows his movements and you look back at him. ready to scold him, but then ur eyes shift to his navy blue sweatpants, an obvious darker hue over his bulge.

"whoops" he shrugged stepping closer to u

the weirdo came in his pants

ur fully facing him as he towers over u, caging u in with the sink behind u,

"wanna do it for real now?" he lazily grinned at ur perplexed expression.

a/n: here damn 🙄.

© arminslovurr 2023-25 , do not copy, translate, make ai chat bots or alter my work in any way.

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how i stare at my masterlist bc i basically only write smut

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ash try not to make a character call the reader good girl in every single thing you write challenge : impossible

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aizawa is a smoker and i stand by that he’s so stressed there is no fucking way he’s not puffing on a cig at the end of the day YES I KNOW SMOKING IS BAD i still smoke anyway

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how bout mote aizawa stuff? Im starving!!

you're starving and i'm here to feed you :)

cw: fem reader, bondage (you knew this was coming sooner or later didn't you ... ), use of 'good girl' (AGAIN I'M NOT SORRY), LOTS OF PRAISE, smut obvi pls mdni! also not proofread i’m so fckin lazy

unsurprisingly, aizawa has a big bondage kink. of course he does, and yet, contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t like to use his capture weapon on you, no - that’s for work. and there is no fucking way he wants to take his work into the bedroom too. no, he puts effort into it, buys the perfect rope to tie you up in. when it comes to you, he likes to take his time, and it would be way too easy to have you restrained with with his scarf. plus, he loves to rile you up, to take it slow, to see you get whiny and impatient and beg for it, beg for him. the bastard.

so shouta props you on his bed, face down, ass up, and takes his sweet time as his rough hands swiftly tie your arms behind your back and your legs and ankles together, his fingers working steadily and precisely, tying the knots so easily that you’d think he’s been doing it for his whole life. he’s sure of what he’s doing, and he’s savoring the moment. he’ll occasionally stop to land a sound slap to your ass, or to kiss the back of your thighs, as if the situation alone isn’t enough to get you needy and wet for him. he doesn’t like to hear you protest or be bratty. he just wants you to be good until he’s done, and when he is, you know you’ll get your reward.

“all set, doll.”, he clicks his tongue, a sharp exhale coming from his lips, “y’look so pretty like this.” he breathes out. god forbid you turn your head ever so slightly to look at him, because he will lose even the last, tiniest bit of composure left in him.

but he doesn’t like to leave his pretty girl hanging, so he immediately gets to work.

he starts slow, achingly slow, his hands grabbing a hold of the plush flesh of your thighs as his lips graze the back of them. he leaves a trail of soft, wet open-mouthed kisses all the way up to your cunt, but then he stops - because, as he’s very proud to observe, you’re soaked. he grazes your entrance with his index before he plunges it into you just to feel your walls clenching around it, and oh how he adores the sweet little gasp that escapes your lips, and how it turns into the softest moan when he shoves another finger into you, his digits immediately hitting that sweet spot you like so much. the second you start turning to putty into his hands, he stops.

“sho, don’t tease,” you whine in protest, but he shushes you.

“stay still and behave for me, angel.”

and when you finally do, you do get your reward - he eats you out so well that you’d think he was starving for you, fucking you with his tongue, lapping up your juices so greedily, gently sucking on your clit while he pushes his fingers inside you again, his other hand roaming on your body, squeezing and grabbing and keeping you steady.

shouta loves the fact that, tied up like this, pretty and helpless under his touch, you can do nothing but take what he gives you - after all, he’s a giver, and seeing you moan and whimper and come undone under his touch is what really gets him going the most.

he doesn’t stop until he’s made you cum at least two or three times, because he likes you all weak and sweet when he fucks you, he likes you to give yourself to him completely.

honestly? he just really loves to be in control.

now - shouta is not a man of words. at all.

but when he’s buried deep inside you, his cock stretching you open, your cunt so warm and wet around him? he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him, praise spilling from his mouth at each thrust. he’s not soft, no. he’s rough and desperate and impatient, his hands gripping your hips so hard that he knows you’ll bruise, but his words? they’re saccharine.

“atta girl, yeah, take it, just like that.”

“you feel so good, angel, shit- so fuckin’ pretty.”

and when he cums, buried deep inside you, just how he likes it, he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder before he starts untying the ropes that keep you tied up. when he’s done, he kisses your temple and lays down beside you, his hand coming to stroke your hair ever so gently.

“good girl. you did so well for me today.”

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@yamsfrecklvs - i am so sorry for this lol idk what possessed me!

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Y/n this N/y that- in the JJK fandom, we have Y/n's brother Jogo.

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every single time i watch/rewatch mha and i see endeavor’s ugly ass face i get so fucking angry i hate that mfer with my whole soul every fibre of my being finds him disgusting and idgaf abt his redemption arc!! hate his abuser ass ugh

natsuo was so fucking real for not forgiving him

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i know i KNOW that nosferatu is not a love story and that ellen was groomed by him and all okay … but imagine a dark romance with sebastian michaelis … and the reader has been dreaming of him ever since she was little because he’s been haunting her dreams and oh he’s her plague and he’s just so obsessed with her - his little plaything, his affliction.

i might write something like this tbh bc black butler is my all time fav anime ugh