#if a new event comes that will beat out this event fucking congrats to the writers who will make that because

[pianostarinwonderland]

Never got the chance to say this from how busy I suddenly got, but I really want to say this about Glorious Masquerade.

I've played Twisted Wonderland since JP launch, and in that time, I can count only two times that I was sad to see an event or a campaign end. It was the Octavinelle chapter campaign and the first Beans Day event. I was sad for several reasons, one of them being that they were the very first events, and I found joy in them. But I also grew attached to Octavinelle and to Azul especially because of those events. After those events, I never cared about the other events enough to feel sadness over seeing them end. Many of them were fun, and I got to learn so much about the characters, but I never felt emotionally attached otherwise.

Halloween events had always irritated me for being too long. The first Halloween burnt out many fans, and I witnessed this firsthand in my servers and in Tumblr. So when I heard that Masquerade was going to last till December 1, I had an "ah shit here we go again" moment but in a tired way.

But Glorious Masquerade was different. For the first time after two years, I would be looking forward to a new part. For once, I did not mind that the event lasted for more than a month. It was painful to wait a week for a new update, and yet there was a thrill in waiting for a week. Because if it was a 2 day wait, I think it wouldn't be as enjoyable since those two days are used to process what just happened. I loved every single moment of the event. Of course, Azul being the SSR for the event made me enjoy it 100x more than usual, but I was able to enjoy everything. I loved that moment when Jamil and co teased Trein about his wife. I loved learning that Riddle used to cut his hair himself until Cater stopped him. I loved seeing Epel use his UM to protect Riddle. I loved seeing Ruggie and Jamil use their UMs to use other students as bait. I loved Malleus telling Rollo that he views his magic as a gift that he can choose to share with the people he cares about. I loved Rollo and his complex relationship with magic and mages. I loved the high stakes that this event had. I loved the way Neige and Chenya protected Rook & Epel and Riddle & Deuce. I loved the concept of the extinct flower sucking up magic until a mage has no more. I loved even the diary scene that would have been cringe normally but was somehow endearing to see. I loved Azul finally revealing his UM incantation. I loved the rhythmic where Malleus, Azul, and Idia sang. I loved all the HoND references. I loved... everything. I was excited over every little thing, which I thought was not possible anymore after being exposed to TWST for so long.

When I reached the end of the Glorious Masquerade event, I felt so sad. I would not be looking forward to a new update for this story. I felt a sadness that I hadn't felt in more than two years, and I almost wish that this was the endless Halloween event because I wished the moments that Glorious Masquerade gave me lasted forever.

So as we finally move to new events, I just want to say thank you TWST for giving us such a wonderful story. The writing was amazing and spectacular, to the point that it beats out some of the main story episodes. I had some of the most fun I ever had this year thanks to this event. I genuinely enjoyed this event. As Diasomnia chapter arrives, I just want to say that I am really looking forward to what TWST has in store for us, and I can't wait for a very thrilling episode.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #GIRL I'M EMOTIONAL OK #i love glorious masquerade it's like . genuinely my favorite event now #if a new event comes that will beat out this event fucking congrats to the writers who will make that because #i really don't know what will beat out masquerade #i'm gonna miss it honestly and that's saying so much

[missmeinyourbones]

hi, congrats on ur milestone! can i request gojo with #2 from the midnights prompts list from lavender haze? thank u!

ALL THIS SHIT IT NEW TO ME (s. gojo)

a/n: reader is on their period, satoru calls reader sweet girl and m'lady once, suggestive towards the end with mentions of pregnancy and period sex

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

Your phone vibrates against the wood of the bedside table.

"Hello?"

Sounding slightly out of breath, Satoru immediately responds on the other side of the call.

"Hi."

Silence takes over the line as he refuses to elaborate any further on his reason for calling. Between whatever the hell he's playing at right now and the dull sensation of what feels like clawing inside of your abdomen, your patience wears thin.

Your second greeting comes less friendly, "Hello?"

"Are you okay?" he instantly asks.

Is he on drugs?

Satoru can practically see your teeth gritting on the other end of the line as you sigh and take a moment to collect your thoughts. With an exhausted and irritated tone, you scoff.

"Are you okay?"

"Your text," he softly points out.

You sigh. Satoru had left early this morning for work, as he usually does. It wasn't until you woke up late with a massive migraine and familiar ache in your stomach that you realized you started your period. It being a bit early this month, you were out of tampons and naively texted your boyfriend to pick you up some his way home.

You should've known it seemed a bit too easy when he merely replied with a thumbs-up.

Fingers pressing the bridge of your nose, you do your best to stay somewhat pleasant.

"…What about it?"

"I'm at the store now," Satoru states the obvious. You can hear the diluted commotion of other shoppers around him, the sound of items being scanned and shopping carts being steered.

He may mean well, but you're failing to see the purpose of his call, "And you're calling me because…?"

"This is such a scary aisle," he says beneath his breath, but you hear him all the same.

You can practically see his pout of cluelessness as he stands before the aisle, hand on hip and sighs, "There's so many… things going on."

"I sent you a picture of the box, Satoru," your eyes instinctually roll back like muscle memory. A cramp hits you a bit harder than the rest and you wince, desperate for his help, "Please, I'll Venmo you."

You hear a muffled scoff from the other line, "No, that's not what I mean. Never say that again."

"Then what do you mean?"

Walking the line between being in over his head and weirdly intrigued, Satoru hums to himself.

"There's like… a million options."

Your hand flexes in on itself in irritation, nails leaving crescents on your palm when you bite, "It's really not that hard when I sent you a visual aid."

"All this shit is new to me," his voice gets muffled a bit and you can tell he's wedging the phone between his shoulder and ear.

You hear the sound of plastic being fondled when he innocently asks, "There's sizes? What size are you?"

"It's not a size thing, Satoru—"

He interrupts you, "It says there's different settings—”

"Settings?" You're going to kill him.

"Yeah," he responds too casually for the situation. "Regular, super, super plus. What the fuck is ultra?"

It's borderline comical, the way you look up to the ceiling in disbelief. If there's a god in heaven, he'll make it so Satoru hangs up the damn phone and gets his ass back in the car within the next minute.

"Like I said in the text," your tone is cold and irritated, "the regular ones are fine."

It's silent for a beat when Satoru whispers, "Are you sure?"

"What do you mean am I sure?" you try not to spit venom. "I've only been doing this for over ten years."

"I mean, I'm pretty big though, and—”

"This is so different, oh my god," you groan, head in hands. "Get the regular ones."

More rustling of plastic and shuffling ensues. "Okay, okay, getting the regular ones. Damn, they make you pay for these?"

"Yes, Satoru," you hiss through a clenched jaw. "Anything else or can I hang up on you now?"

You hear him moving, and you can only pray that it's towards the checkout area, when he breathes, "Actually, yeah.”

You should've known not to ask, as Satoru readjusts his grip on his phone and smoothly taunts, "Are you more likely to get pregnant on your period? Asking for a very interested friend."

The sound of the call ending is his cue to swipe his card.

…

Not long after and in the middle of his lunch break, Satoru arrives home.

He's all smiles when he knocks on the half-open bedroom door, and he sympathetically smirks when he's met with your icy glare and bedhead.

He presents the plastic bag of goodies with a dramatic bow, “M'lady."

"Thank you," grumbles from your lips as you practically snatch it from his hand.

Satoru sits on the edge of the bed next to your limp body, "Anything for you, sweet girl."

His hand finds your tender side as he rubs gentle and warm circles on your skin, a weak attempt to ease any pain of yours he can. He leans back on his palm as he watches you rustle through the bag.

"Got you some other stuff, too," he says, hand finding your hair and gently scratching your head.

It's sweet of him, really. Your usual box of tampons sits on top of the items, followed by a few of your favorite candies and one of those makeshift heating pads shaped like a stuffed animal. You already have about five of them, but it's the thought that counts.

Feeling yourself ease up at his good intentions, you go to thank him—but another package at the bottom of the bag has you glaring at him.

"Satoru…"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Condoms?" you hold out an unopened box of his favorite brand and toss them his way.

"Oh, yeah," he moves the hand in your hair down to your neck, stroking its side softly.

His breath is warm on your skin when he leans in to press a gentle kiss to the spot he knows you like beneath your ear. Though you huff at the insinuation, he doesn't miss how you shiver a bit beneath his lips.

"During my lengthy and extensive research, I read that sex can help cramps," he declares proudly, nudging your throat with the tip of his nose.

“Who were you keeping that detail from, hmm?"

#L's MIDNIGHTS EVENT! #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fluff #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo fic #gojo fic

[neteyamsoare]

giving him a show / lo'ak sully is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

ಇ new message from: @tiredmamaissy. all smut bc…. 🧍🏻‍♀️#48 lo’ak #16 neteyam. ily!! congrats on 500. i feel like i’m really at a sleepover 🥹

ಇ current game. after ao’nung pisses lo’ak off, he takes it all out on you which ends with you getting caught.

ಇ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, aged up! lo'ak, fem! metkayina! reader, dom! lo'ak, voyeurism, arranged marriage trope, caught, spanking, one-sided lust (on nung's side) + praise kink. words. 945.

ಇ things to note. this was actually one of the prompts from my 500 prompt sleepover and i didn't get to finish all the prompts because i got burnt out from it. so this event really helped me come up with something for this prompt. thank you so much bb for participating in that event, really appreciate you, and i have not forgotten the neteyam prompt you requested, going to try to finish that and put it out!! it's my first Lo'ak smut and it's not the last, more is on the way!! : masterlist / kinktober masterlist / part two / previous fic / taglist

To say Lo’ak was pissed was an understatement, you could tell someone pissed him off just by the way he pounds into you letting you feel every inch of him as he lands smacks to your cheeks one at a time.

What got him to be so angry was the remark Ao’nung said after one of his friends brought up him, how he and you always were spending time together.

Ao’nung told his friends that you would never go for a freak like him and that he couldn’t have you even if he tried.

What he doesn’t know is he has had you from the first day he got here.

His aggression was apparent and it had you lost for words as loud moans spilled out of your mouth that could be heard by anyone who managed to walk by the area the two of you were in.

“Fuck…” you mewled as you held onto the tree in front of you as Lo’ak grips on your hips tight as he ruts into you. 

You loved it when he fucked you like this, it was something you never felt before he came to your home, you had never been handled like this and it made you grow wetter by the second earning a low chuckle from him.

“You love being treated like a slut, don’t you mamas?” He questioned, you nodded your head in response but immediately felt a smack to your ass. “Uh uh, you know better than that, use your words or m’stoppin’” 

“Y…yes I love when you treat me like your dirty whore,” you cried out not wanting him to stop his torture, his dick buried deep inside you, feeling him everywhere, hitting all the right angles that had you gasping. He focused on the way his dick disappeared in your cunt, coming out wetter each time.

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” He queries as a smirk appears on his lips watching you try to form a sentence but all that comes out are curses and moans. 

“What would he think, hm?” His smirk gets wider. Lo’ak knew you were to be mated with Ao’nung ever since he got to the Metkayina but it didn’t matter to him since you never showed actual interest in Ao’nung like you did whenever you were around him.

You and Lo’ak have been fooling around on the low for a while now not wanting people to find out yet till you figure out a way to get out of the arrangement. 

“Does he know you love to be fucked in the open where anybody can see you?” he taunts as his ears pick up a distant sound in the forest, the biggest smirk on his face because he knows what who it was.

“Your perfect little pussy s’suckin’ me right in,” he raised his voice a bit as his hips don’t miss a beat as you feel his dick caressing your g spot repeatedly, throwing your head back as you feel your release build-up. 

Lo’ak could tell you were about to cum just by the way your cunt was clenching around his cock. “Tell me who’s pussy this, ma,” he demanded.

“Then, I’ll give you exactly what you want,” he decreasing the speed a bit to wait for your answer. Your mind was clear, unable to put together words but you were so close to cumming.

“S’all yours, Lo’ak! Please make me cum… so close…” you cried out, stickin out your tongue a bit earning a low chuckle from him as he increased the speed.

“That’s my girl, say hello to our guest,” you were confused at what he was talking about. A guest? What did he mean by that? 

Lo’ak gently grabs your chin to turn your head to the side and you blink a few times as you see Ao’nung standing there with a blank expression on his face, you can’t tell if he is angry or shocked or maybe both.

You tried to open your mouth to say something but all that came out was a moan, you were feeling too good to even come up with some type of an explanation. 

Ao’nung being there didn’t phase Lo’ak at all as he didn’t care if he caught them or not. He continued his torture on your sopping hole which he noticed got even wetter than before.

“You love being watched don’t you, my sweet girl,” he teases as you are about to nod your head but catch yourself. “Yes… m’going to cum!” you whine as your breath becomes uneven. 

“Look at him while you cum on my cock, ma. Let him see just how good I’m making you feel.”

You obeyed his orders turning to face to look at Ao’nung who now had a clear angry expression on his face, sticking your tongue out your mouth as your legs start to tremble and you paint his cock with your release and as he felt your gummy walls flutter around him, he gives you one more stroke before cumming deep inside of you, letting out a groan as you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck…” you whimpered out as your body goes slumped but he catches you, pulling you up against him, capturing your lips onto his. 

When he pulls away, a smile appears on his face as he looks at your fucked out expression on your face.

“You did good f’me, my sweet girl.” He praised as he laid small kisses on your cheeks and a smirk appeared once again on his lips as he heard Ao’nung’s footsteps running far away from them. Mission accomplished!

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[sixosix]

UR EVENT IS SO CUTE !! n u already know who im requesting for whehwhw

shinsou, chemistry textbook (sorry), fluff

CONGRATS AGAIN u deserve 5k more 💗💗💗

a/n hi kei THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YUO and i knew this was coming, i could smell it miles away. the moment you sent an ask i was already bracing myself for the word hitoshi...

notes 1.2k words, WARNING CURSING,  everything is normal and hitoshi is peacefully  in 1-A au, bit of crack i fear, but fluff nonetheless

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

It was study night.

Unsurprisingly, Midoriya was the first to sit on the couch, textbook and pen in hand. No one could ever dream of beating Midoriya Izuku—not even Iida or Yaoyorozu, who was pretty normal about intense studying habits. Everyone else followed after him, and soon enough, the common room began to get crowded. Bakugou was fuming, with sparks coming from his palms as he yelled at his friends, were you even listening to class?! while Mina and Sero howled with laughter, Kirishima and Kaminari were trying their best, and Midoriya was waving his hands, spluttering, calm down, Kacchan! You’re disturbing the others! Promptly followed by a drawn out: HAAA? It was a miracle they even got Bakugou Katsuki to tutor them.

And it was fun. It was lively, and you felt at home, but someone was missing, and you noticed his absence right away.

You hesitated. Shinsou was fairly new in the class—and although he adjusted well considering the class welcomed him with open arms, he was still a little distanced. You wanted to close the distance. Hitoshi seemed like a nice guy, just a little shy. (“You just think he’s cute, don’t you?” Imaginary Uraraka whispered in your ear, all leery and uncomfortably hitting too close.)

You slipped away from the class, and you were really hoping you were as stealthy as you thought, but Uraraka’s eyes seemed to have snapped to yours like she was starring in a horror movie. You froze.

“Where are you going?” Uraraka asked sweetly. You regretted telling her about your crush every time shit like this happened.

“I forgot my pen,” you said, then dashed off before Iida or Midoriya could offer theirs.

Your room was on the same floor as Shinsou’s—the fourth floor, by the far corner; his was beside Bakugou’s, while yours was beside Mina’s. Your rooms were technically—almost—across from each other.

But as you reached the fourth floor, you hesitated. Would it seem creepy if you went to fetch him? You didn’t want to come off as eager, but you also didn’t want to act disinterested. Augh. This was too complicated. Having a crush was too complicated.

Running on frustration, you took this as an opportunity to man the fuck up and knock on his door. Knock, knock. You instantly flamed in embarrassment.

There was a bit of clanging from inside, as if not expecting anyone to have checked up on him—which was a reasonable deduction. You might have been pushing too hard.

The door slowly inched open and revealed Shinsou, with his brows furrowed and lips pulled downward before it morphed into surprise as you waved sheepishly.

“Y/N,” he said, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he knew your name—everyone introduced themselves to him, and he isn’t super fresh to your faces—but that didn’t make it any easier to hear your name in his… gorgeously low voice.

“Hey,” you said, then felt immensely pathetic. Seriously? Hey? In response to that? The only appropriate response was to swoon and faint on his chest. “I—uh, we were wondering if you wanted to join study night, in case you didn’t know.”

“Oh.” He blinked, then looked embarrassed. “Yeah, I know about that. Uh, I was looking for my textbook. I couldn’t find it…”

“Ohh,” you said, like the perfect conversationalist you were. “I can let you borrow mine. If you want, I mean.”

And in classic Y/N fashion, you began to think. What if you missed something? What if looking for his textbook was his excuse not to join? What if you inadvertently pressured him into joining?

“Ah, really?” And then Shinsou smiled, and angels started singing. It was only a quirk on one side, but it was there. It was there, and it was goddamn beautiful. “Thanks.”

“N-No problem,” you said weakly, a deflated balloon.

You moved backward like you were hypnotized as Shinsou stepped forward and shut the door behind him. He was tall, but something else about his presence seemed bigger about him. You silently thanked Eraserhead for training Shinsou.

Shinsou scratched the back of his nape and asked, “Should we go, then?”

Like a moth drawn to a flame.

When the elevator dinged, the class turned and greeted you and Shinsou, even when you were already there before. Uraraka was quick as ever; she was grinning wide like a mother too excited to encourage her children to interact with their peers. You glared at her when Shinsou’s eyes curiously slipped to where you were staring. Then everyone turned back to mind their business; whether it was mercy on your humiliation or politeness for Shinsou’s shyness, you were just grateful.

But there was a problem.

Shinsou realized it at the same time as you, too. There was no space left where the class had gathered: the long row of tables and chairs. You could’ve sworn you had a seat beside Todoroki Shouto, but it was not there anymore.

Shinsou craned his neck and gestured at a suspiciously empty green loveseat by the corner. “We should just sit over there?”

“Yes,” you said, hoping that you didn’t sound too delighted. “Yes, uh, you’re right. Which textbook were you looking for?”

“My Chemistry one was missing.” Oh, Chemistry, for once a blessing to your life.

With a skip in your step, you walked to the table and returned to where Shinsou was waiting patiently. This was wonderful. You were on cloud nine. You sat beside Shinsou, with a bit of distance out of respect, but distance didn’t matter when it was just you and him in this corner.

“Thank you,” Shinsou murmured—ohhh, he murmured; how is it possible for a teenage boy to have his voice get that low?—and settled in his seat, fingers thumbing your textbook open. He still looked a little tense, but you were really hoping it was not because of you.

“No problem,” you said, beaming up at him. You pulled out your English textbook because you didn’t want to seem lazy in front of him. “If you have questions about the quiz, you can ask me!”

Shinsou cocked a brow and tilted his head. “You understand this?”

He gestured at the equations printed by the far end of the pages. In truth, it made your head hurt and your eyes water just looking at the equation that most likely had the same length as a paragraph, but you knew nothing. If drawing Lewis Structures until your hand is cramped and you went cross-eyed and determining the molecular structure of liquids was your only ticket to talking with Shinsou, then—well… Chemistry was your favorite, now.

“Sure,” you said.

“I’ll be in your care, then,” Shinsou said lowly.

Ahh, so charming. You hoped your eyes weren’t in the shape of hearts.

While 1-A studied relentlessly—and violently, thanks to Bakugou—you and Shinsou were tucked in the corner, murmuring to each other about Thermodynamics and shit. He was a fast learner and cracked jokes at the right time. It felt like you had known him forever.

At some point, Shinsou drifted off and started talking about cats. You didn’t know how, either, but the lull of his voice made you hardly care. Then, at some point, your head ended up on Shinsou’s broad shoulder as you slept. You wouldn’t have seen it because you were off in dreamland and most likely dreaming about Shinsou, but Shinsou had smiled fondly and stayed there. He wondered if it would be too obvious if he borrowed another textbook tomorrow.

#606: 5K EVENT #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mha x reader #mha x you #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi x reader

[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 [+18] 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @thus-spoke-lo: Hi sashi! Congrats on 5.5k, that’s amazing! For your event, I was hoping to request Chocolate, cherries, and whipped cream w/ Sanji for f!reader? ➜ hi love!! thank you so much! And of course! I hope you enjoy 💖 ✦ tw: NSFT. food play. masturbation. sexualizing the cook as he beats the cream :P ✦ masterlist

There is an unbreakable rule in Sanji’s kitchen: do not waste food. And it’s that important that not even a woman could get forgiven by him if she did. No matter what you do, any plate should be finished and appreciated. (Not that it was hard to do so).

Yet, perhaps, there is always an exception to the rule? Right?

His delicate hands, only used for cooking, whip the cream on that clear bowl. The heavy milky liquid splashes to the side of that recipient, your eyes follow every white drop.

Seeing Sanji from behind, as he whisks the cream, made you giggle… “I wonder if that’s the way he looks when he jerks off” you think, taking your hands to your cheeks and feeling them as hot as the oven Sanji has turned on some minutes ago.

He started slowly. And now he goes fast, faster; forming peeks of white fluffy preparation. You bite your lower lip and bet his seed tastes as sweet as that Chantilly.

Sanji hasn’t noticed your presence yet. His earphones blast “La Vie en Rose” as he completely unaware enjoys with passion his cooking process. While you get to be a spy of such moment with your elbows on the breakfast bar and your chin resting on your hands.

Sunset comes through the porthole of the kitchen, kissing his golden locks with an orangey light; he hums to the French verses on his earphones as the cream is exactly at its perfect point.

The prince lifts the balloon whisk up to go over his mouth height and sticks his tongue out. The perfect peeks formed of his pristine sweet delight reach his taste buds making him moan so pleased.

Your lips separate. His refined profile, his straight nose, his slightly wavy hair… imagery as delicious as his foods.

You decide to stay quiet; you are sure he isn’t gonna take much to feel your presence; Sanji has an amazing observation haki…

But the blonde still doesn’t sense you and turns around in search for, what his grunts let you know, “the chocolate”.

You smirk, that’s gonna be a hell of a search… because you have the bars right in your hand.

“where the fuck… don’t tell me it was that damn marimo!... wait no, he doesn’t like chocolate… LUFFY!!” he screams, turning around so violently and yet so classy.

But instead of a gum gum boy with chocolate stains on his lips he finds you.

“(N-Name)-chan!” he squeaks, scandalized and surely ashamed for the improper language used. “I didn’t see you, were you talking to me? I’m really sorry I was listeni-“ he stops.

You lift your hand showing him the bars of chocolate; “are you looking for this, Sanji-kun?” you ask, smiling and looking at him with an intense gaze that turns his legs weak.

He blinks repeatedly. His cheeks become red like cherries. His visible blue eye widens. Sanji sniffles; you know what’s about to happen…

“I- I yes. Bu- but if you wish to eat them raw I can find n- new ones” he murmurs, standing frozen with still the utensil covered in whipped cream on his right hand.

“Oh no… and lose the opportunity to eat you?... I mean, your creation? I can wait!... oh, by the way, can I try?” you ask, smiling oh so innocently and pointing at the tip of the whisk.

The cook looks at his hand and swallows. He couldn’t say no. If you are asking for it, then you will have it. He nods and is about to take a spoon to scoop some fresh cream out of the bowl, but you walk and stop him.

Rounding his wrist you take the whisk to your mouth, and so deadly sexy you lick the rests of snowy sugary preparation while never taking your eyes from his.

“Mmmhhh… Sanji-kun!! Mhh! Your cream is always so delicious!” you moan, putting special emphasis on the “your cream” part while giving little jumps in place to make your boobs bounce.

“You- you like it…” Sanji murmurs, almost with no voice and trying so hard not to lose all his bloodstream through his nose.

You let go of his hand, reaching for his headphones and taking them away. As you do, you come so close to his face as you could possibly be.

Sanji is a true gentleman, he might tell women a lot of sweet compliments, but he would never touch one without her consent… and specially, if one of them really approaches him, he loses absolutely any will. Sanji becomes a prisoner of your eyes, he forgets to breathe, to even think.

“I like it, yes. However, and believe I know you are the expert here, I’ve read that sometimes Chantilly tastes better when it gets combined with the taste of a man’s skin” you whisper, reaching the bowl from over the counter and dipping your finger in it. “Would you let me try?”

You delicately smear the creamy contents of your fingertip onto his cupids bow. Sanji’s lips barely separate, his heart pumps as hard as ever and you can even feel the sound of every beat.

Slowly, but surely, you reach for his upper lip and with the tip of your tongue you lick clean the cream on top of it. You can feel Sanji’s legs trembling, those that are so strong and hot. His veiny soft and pale hands quiver too. He wants, he desires to touch your waist.

“I wasn’t wrong, Sanji-kun… wanna try too?” you invite him, smirking and smearing now a lot more cream on your lips, taking it down trough the commissure of your lip and into your neck.

And how much can a man resist such temptation?

Sanji changes for brief seconds; you can see it in his eyes. A darkness aura that bathes his eyes, the presence of his whole being that you know it’s nothing but haki… his hands suddenly grabbing you by your waist, lifting you up and sitting you right in the counter he was cooking in.

His lips attack yours, kissing you so desperately, as if he wasn’t able to contain himself anymore. His tongue in and outside your lips, going down, cleaning the cream off your skin with subtle grunts worthy of the Pirate King’s right wing.

Sanji rips your white blouse mercilessly, exposing your breasts. Your chest is like Heaven to him; it’s simply like walking through the sky.

“You got the cream, I got the chocolate…” you whisper. “And you got also the cherries, my goddess” he moans before attacking your nipples with his teeth. Pulling from them, making you whine in total ecstasy.

You reach for his pants, you have no idea how, but you are able to unbuckle his belt expertly. They fall into the ground, exposing his boxers as wet as your sex and as hard as he can be.

While he keeps devouring your skin, indulging in the taste of your flesh that becomes sticky as the rests of cream melt because of your heat, you reach for his sex.

Pumping hard, as you imagine he was doing while beating the cream, you give your favourite blonde so much pleasure.

He retorts, but you don’t stop. You keep going, making him look up at you with your free hand under his chin. “Come for me, come on”.

Sanji’s eyebrows join in the middle of his forehead, his all blue eyes closed, his lips separated… climaxing so beautifully right into your hand and reaching your belly.

“Such a good boy, you indeed had the cream…” you murmur, taking a little of his sweet release pooling on your belly button with your finger to your lips.

You taste it, and yes, it is indeed as sweet as Chantilly… “Delicious, Mr. Prince ~” you purr, as he attacks you and undresses you completely to fuck you mercilessly on top of his ingredients…

There was an exception to the rule, after all… and it was you.

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My Love That I’m Giving You Don’t Buy, So I Hide (Lee Know x Han)

Summary:

Han and Minho have been working together at the same accounting firm for a while now, and for some reason, Minho simply doesn’t like Han. At least that’s what he thinks. After a drunken night, Minho makes his true feelings clear at the office.

Warnings: Smut (MDNI)

The sounds of typing on a keyboard is somehow soothing, despite how when Jisung first started working, he found it more annoying than his friends. Which is saying something. He guesses it’s because the sound is a constant in his life and he has grown used to it. Sometimes he likes to make a little beat to the clicking sound in his head, bouncing his leg to it. Melodies can be found in anything, he suppose.

“Hyung, stop daydreaming.” Jisung looks up to see Seungmin’s fluffy brown hair peaking over the desks divider. He finds it somewhat creepy how the younger doesn’t even have to look at him to know that he’s not doing any work. No shock though, Seungmin loves proficiency despite just being an intern, still in school.

“I’m on my break.”

“Liar.”

“Shush. Listen to your elder and do your own work.” Seungmin shrugs.

“Guess I won’t tell you what I heard.”

Han slowly pushes out his chair in an almost comical way, tilting his head towards the puppy like intern.

“What is it?” He leans in close, whispering,

“Is it about Minyoung? She’s really dating someone over ten years younger-“

“Not that kind of gossip.” Seungmin interrupts, shaking his head,

“You know how Heejin is moving to Japan. Her husband was offered some job out there.” Han instantly smiles at the old news. It’s not that he doesn’t like the woman, she’s very kind, but Heejin resigning gives him a chance at getting a promotion. They work at a accounting firm. Big enough that they have plenty of clientele, some even being famous. Small enough so that the workers are cared about and not just numbers in the business.

“I overheard a couple of the managers say it’s between you and Minho, congrats.” Han sighs, wheeling back to his desk, “C’mon hyung. It’s not that bad.”

“Minho hates me Seungminnie! I haven’t even done anything to him.”

“He doesn’t hate you. He just wants to fuck you.”

“Seungmin!” Han whispers shouts, “Shut up. And you know that’s not true.” He’s pretty sure Minho isn’t interested in men.

“Even if he did hate you, who cares?” Seungmin attempts to comfort the elder, “Minho is just so… intimidating. I don’t want to be on his bad side more than I already am.”

Minho is the textbook definition of perfection. He is a hard worker who puts good use out of his full potential, he is smart and teaches the interns well. The man appears to be mean to the bone, but the pictures of his cats that he leaves on his desk shows otherwise. He is respectful and, in all truth, so hot. And Han is not saying that because he happens to find Minho attractive. Everyone acknowledges that he’s hot, even Seungmin said so once.

He transferred to this firm just a couple months ago and for a reason that Han does not know, Minho does not like him. He doesn’t fully disrespect him or anything, but whenever they talk, it almost feels like he’s being degraded in a way. Minho sometimes acts as if he’s uncomfortable being around Han too. Han doesn’t even know what he did! He would apologize if he knew that he said or did something to make the man uncomfortable.

“If you’re that concerned, confront him about it.” Jisung blankly stares at him before letting out a sarcastic laugh.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny thinking my anxiety would let me do that.” Seungmin hums and Han tries to change the conversation,

“Are you coming to the bar next week?” The younger stares at him like he just said something so idiotic,

“I’m getting paid to drink. Of course.” Their work holds events like these all the time. Team bonding or whatever excuse they use. Everyone gets paid to go to a bar, eat and get drunk.

“Are you finally going to bring your man?” A new voice enters, and Seungmin rolls his eyes at the sound as Han smiles.

“I’m not going to if you pester me, Changbin hyung.” The muscular man leans against the corner of Han’s and Seungmin’s desks.

“C’mon Minnie.” Jisung starts with a teasing tone, “Stop hiding him from us, we’ve known you what? Two years?”

“Letting you guys meet Jeongin would end with me being embarrassed.” Seungmin replies, looking at a file on his desk, “Focus on getting your own boyfriend.” Han fakes the action of getting stabbed in the heart.

“Oh yeah.” Changbin looks at the other, “How’s the dating scene going?” Jisung shrugs, unproductive is what the answer is.

“I just…” he clicks his tongue, looking off to the side. It’s a mistake, he makes direct eye contact with Minho who’s at his own desk. To Han’s surprise, he doesn’t look away, he just stares deep into Jisung’s soul without a mere shimmer of emotion that he can detect. The younger can’t even move, almost as if Medusa had turned him to stone, forever keeping him locked in the trance of Minho’s eyes.

That is until Minho cocks his eyebrow at him, and Jisung cowardly looks away back down on his desk.

“I guess I haven’t found the right person.” Changbin and Seungmin, who had just watched in amusement as Jisung was a deer in headlights for their coworker, share a knowing look.

“The one will come along Sungie.” Changbin reassures, wearing a soft smile.

“Yeah.” The youngest adds with a fond look in his eyes, thinking of his own love, “They’re always closer than you think.” Jisung nods his head with a grin, somewhat forced.

“Yeah yeah. Now go get to work before Chan catches you.” At the mention of the elder’s name, Changbin walks the short distance back to his own desk, waving back at the younger two. Seungmin looks back down at his file and Jisung does the same. After a few minutes, just for a second, he looks up towards Minho’s desk to see him typing on his computer, completely focused on his task. The accountant sighs before turning to his own work.

Han sits at a table along with Changbin and a few other coworkers in a bar. Seungmin was sitting with them as well, but he got dragged over by other departments to do shots with them. He probably got drunk within the first hour.

“Hey guys.” Jeongin greets when he comes over, with a clearly intoxicated Seungmin on his arm. Jeongin came with Seungmin like his coworkers requested, they all find him lovely, “We’re going to head out now. Just wanted to say goodbye, right Minnie.” Seungmin giggles and rests his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder,

“Innie, I didn’t tell you about one of my clients. He’s a giant-“ he emphasizes the last word, “deal.” He tilts his head up to loudly whisper in Jeongin’s ear, “It’s the pitcher for lotte giants.” Jisung and Changbin stare wide eyed at Seungmin sharing confidential information. Jeongin pats Seungmin’s hair,

“Didn’t hear anything.” He tells the older two, faking oblivion, “Anyways, nice meeting you all. Take care.”

“Noo..”

“We’re going sweetheart.”

“Okay, bye~” The two boys leave and a number of people follow soon after.

Jisung takes a look around the room, but his eyes linger at the bar where Minho sits. His back is facing him so Jisung doesn’t have to be worried about him catching his stare, but at the same time he wishes to see the man’s face. Changbin’s voice forces him to look away.

“Talk to him.” The elder tells him, way too loudly. Changbin is a loud man, only more so when he’s drunk. Jisung shakes his head no, as if he’s a child and Changbin whines like one. “Don’t be a coward!” He pesters the younger man until he finally agrees, downing his drink in one go before walking to the bar. Maybe stumbling is a better word, because Han is drunk out of his mind. Drunk enough to loose his balance and sense of embarrassment. It explains how he has no shame going up to Minho.

“Hey!” Jisung exclaims, sitting next to the other. Minho’s eyes widen for a second, not expecting to have this visiter, but he soon has to conceal a smile.

“Yes?” He asks, paying the younger barely any mind. Han didn’t really have any clue on what he was going to say, so he just repeats the greeting before asking the bartender for another drink.

“Are you sure you should be drinking more?” Minho questions, making Han cutely pout in anger.

“You’re not my boss.” He responds, then after taking a moment to think, “If you get Minyoung’s job, than you are, but not right now.” Minho hums, really the position isn’t exactly boss, but it certainly is higher than their current position so he doesn’t bother to make any correction.

“That’s right, if not, you will be my boss.” He finally turns to look at the younger accountant, expressionless,

“What a smart boy you are, hm?”

Blood floods to Jisung’s face and neck and he unconsciously let out a barely noticeable whimper. If he was in the right mind, he would have been insulted. It’s condescending, but Han’s intoxicated mind finds the words only make him feel good.

“I-I am?“ he stutters for a few seconds before finishing his drink.

“Yes, so smart.” Minho repeats, “So you know that’s your last drink.” Han puts the glass down and nods, because he is smart. He knows he’s had enough.

Minho looks around the bar and sees that most of their coworkers have already left. He should be going too. Standing from the stool, Han follows suit. The older man starts to walk towards the door, and the younger only stares until Minho turns around.

“Come on, Jisung.” He wasn’t expecting to be invited to follow, because Minho doesn’t like him, but he obeys and stumbles his way to him. “Damn it, be careful.” Minho says irritably when Jisung nearly fell face first on the concrete the moment they got outside.

“Sorry.” Minho rolls his eyes at his apology and pats his head, making the younger’s eyes widen significantly.

“Don’t apologize, just listen.” Minho wraps an arm around Jisung’s waist, supporting his weight, “I can smell the alcohol on you, how much did you drink?” He shakes his head when Han opens his mouth to answer, “Nevermind, let’s just get you home.” Jisung can only go along as Minho brings them to his car and helps the younger get inside.

“What’s your address, Jisung?” Minho asks, but he doesn’t answer. He doesn’t feel compelled in the slightest to do so. Going home means that Minho would leave, and he’s being so nice to him. He wants to stay with this Minho. Minho who is pretty and kind and caring. He repeats his name again when Han doesn’t answer.

“Don’t wanna go home.” He pouts as if he’s a child, and it’s oh so cute. Minho decides to amuse him.

“Then where would you like to go?” Han leans towards the elder, grabbing his arm before whispering out in the silence of the car,

“With Minho hyungie.”

Minho clenches his hand on the steering wheel. Jisung has never called him that before.

“Ah, but I can’t go home with you. I have cats to feed.” He tried to joke around with the younger, but he just repeats that he wants to be with his hyung, and as strong as Minho is, he is not a god. He can’t resist Jisung’s cute face any more than he can resists the cats.

That’s how they end up like this, with Minho guiding Jisung through the door and helping the younger take off his shoes.

“Go sit on the couch, I’ll get you some water. Do you feel sick?” Han shakes his head before diving onto the couch, stretched out just like one of Minho’s pets. Jisung hums to an unheard melody as he feels a small weight on is back, than another one. And another one. He feels a fur on his skin where his shirt rode up and on his bare neck, but he welcomes the warmth.

Coming back from the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand, Minho grins at the sight of Han, face down on the couch with Dori on his head, Sonnie between his legs and Donngie laying on his butt. No, Minho is not jealous of his cat.

“Aw, it’s rude to pray on the vulnerable.” He puts down the water on the coffee table and moves Dori off the younger’s head to stop him from suffocating,

“Up up.” He clicks his tongue and helps ease Jisung into a proper sitting position. Han whines as he does so, and Minho sits beside him before he lifts the cup of water to his lips. He pulls the cup away when it’s almost half empty.

“Why…” The drunk man starts, avoiding looking at Minho by petting the cat closest to him, “Why are you being- being so nice to me?” His eyes start to water. He can’t help but be emotional, because he’s confused. Minho doesn’t like being near him, but he’s being so doting. “Taking care of me?”The elder man tilts his head,

“Han.” The younger doesn’t look up, “I wasn’t going to leave you alone in the state you’re currently in.” Jisung brings a hand up to wipe his face, when he feels a tear fall.

“But you hate me.” He whispers, voice cracking. Minho frowns and his jaw clenched. Taking a deep breath, he forces himself to relax before speaking in a soft tone.

“Jisung.” He’s hesitant, but ultimately brushes the younger’s jaw with his fingers, lightly turning his head to face him,“Jisungie.” Han’s breath hitches as he makes eye contact with the elder, “I don’t hate you. I can’t fathom the idea of hating you. You're simply… wonderful.”

Han’s his heart skips a beat and a fluttering feeling comes to his stomach. It’s almost similar to the familiar sensation of anxiety, but it’s different. Instead of rendering Han paralyzed, it pushes him forward. So he leans in and kisses Minho without leaving time for him to move away.

It’s embarrassing, how many times Han has imagined this moment. He truly wasted his time, because nothing in his dreams can compare to the real thing.

Han has his eyes closed, but Minho’s remain open. He allows the other to take control in his state of slight shock, but once he realizes what’s happening, he cups the sides of Han’s face and pushes him away. The younger man whimpers at the distance, and tries to kiss him again, but Minho keeps him still.

“You’re drunk.” Minho says softly, like he’s speaking to an animal, “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

He didn’t think Han could get anymore red, he was wrong.

“Hey, let’s go to bed. You’re going to have such a hangover in the morning.” He brings Jisung to his bedroom, because he is a guest and not sleeping on the couch. Minho grabs a pair of sweatpants and a spare shirt.

“Can you change by yourself?” Han nods, fighting the part of his brain that wants Minho to stay. Han changes into the pants but leaves the shirt since he feels like his skin is boiling, and lays on his side on the bed. Eventually he dozed off, but wakes a little when he feels a warmth covering him. Something grazes his cheek and he has just enough sense to reach up and grab what turned out to be a hand.

“Stay.” Han requests with a tired voice, on the verge of falling back to sleep. He lets Minho pulls away, and after a minute, he feels a weight behind him. Jisung shuffles back so his back is against Minho’s chest. He lulls to sleep with the warmth spreading throughout his body and Minho’s arms wrapped around his waist, caging him in and keeping him safe.

When Han wakes up, the only thing he can feel is a pounding pain in his head, a reminder of how much he drank yesterday. After a few minutes, he opens his eyes and thankfully, the lights in the room are off and the curtains are closed. When he sits up fully, a wave of nausea hits him like a bus. Ignoring it, he looks around the room, finding it unfamiliar. On the beside table is a cup of water and two pills. After taking them, he slowly lays back down again, staring at the ceiling as he tries to piece together what the fuck happened last night. He feels the blanket against his bare chest, and quickly lifts up the blanket, sighing in relief when he sees his bottom half covered.

“No.” Jisung suddenly whispers, embarrassment filling him as he remember forcing Minho to take him to his home, spoon him and oh my god-

Han shoved his face in the pillow under his head and groans.

‘I kissed Minho, I’m so stupid, how could I do that?’

“Fuck my life.” A sudden scratching at the door interrupts Jisung’s spiral of mortifying self dread. He gets up, ignoring the prominent pain of his head and opens the door to be greeted by an orange cat.

He smiles, “Hey cutie.” He attempts to crouch down but ends up just falling on his butt. Petting the cat, he recognizes the familiar sound of a shower running. Han frowns, he can’t believe he kissed Minho without his consent. His coworker. Who is probably straight. Jisung doesn’t want to be confronted so he decided not to give Minho the chance.“Sorry, I have to go.” He gives the cat a finally pat on the head before he goes back in the room and changes into his clothes from yesterday before making his way out of the apartment. The only reminisce of him left is a sticky note with the words ‘thank you’ on the fridge.

Han is incredibly grateful that he had two days off after the night at the bar, because he didn’t have to see Minho. It’s cowardly, he knows, maybe even a little mean. He wishes could just have an adult conversation about what happened, but no, he’s going to avoid the elder until one of them quits or retires.

“Han can you bring these over to Minho?” Changbin asks as he puts a file on the younger’s desk. Han knows what he’s doing, his hyung has been pushing for more details on what happened after he left the bar last week. It’s clear to everyone in his department that he’s been avoiding Minho like the plague, so Changbin made it his personal goal to figure out why.

Han turns to Seungmin, “Can you give-“

“Nope.” He answers before Jisung can finish.

“Please-“

“Tell me what’s going on and I will.” Seungmin leans on his desk, lowering his voice, “Did he do anything to you?”

“No no.” he protests before explaining , “He brought me to his home, but we didn’t do… anything.”

“What did you do between that pause in your sentence?” Changbin asks and Jisung whispers, shamefully,

“I kissed him.” Silence overtakes the three for a second, before the eldest turns towards Seungmin.

“Called it.” The younger rolls his eyes, as Jisung gapes at them, “Hannie, it’s so obvious that he likes you.”

“He didn’t kiss me back.”

“Yeah, cause you were drunk.” Seungmin says it like it’s obvious, which it is.

“Go over and kiss him right now, completely sober and aware, he’d love it.”

“Ew.” The youngest comments, “Wait until I’m gone.”

“Nothing is going to happen.” Han insists, “Just forget it.” Both his friends oblige, and stop asking questions.

“Hyung.” Seungmin’s voice grabs his attention, “Can I ask you to do me a favour.” He sighs,

“Sure.”

“Can you take one of my clients, just for today?” Han looks curiously at the younger.

“Why?” Seungmin smiles softly,

“It’s Jeongin’s birthday today. I was hoping to get home early and surprise him.”

“Aww.” Jisung playfully clutches his chest, “So sweet. Of course I will.”

“Really?” Seungmin perks up and Han laughs.

“Yeah really. Go home loverboy.”

While Seungmin is about to leave, he bumped into Changbin, who was totally not listening in on their conversation.

“When is Jeongin’s real birthday?”

“Not till February.”

“Ah.” Changbin nods before holding up the file in his hand, “I’m giving this to Minho. Good plan, by the way.”

“If I have to deal with their sexual tension for any longer I am going to quit.”

“Did you not consider that them getting together could make them worse.”

“… damn it.”

Han huffs as he finally finished up with Seungmin’s work. It was easy, but took quite a bit of time. So now, everyone in the office has left.

Well, everyone besides Minho.

As awkward as being alone with him is for Jisung, he is still grateful for the man’s presence, otherwise he would have to lock up the building. He puts away his stuff before getting up, preparing to leave. As he walked pass Minho’s desk, he feels a hand grab his elbow.

“Han.” Minho’s cold voice rings loud in the empty room.

“What?” Han squeaks as Minho stands.

“What are you-“ he can’t finish his sentence, as Minho grabs his collar, pushes the younger man to him and harshly kissed him. Han’s hands hover in the air as he tries to process what’s happening. Minho’s hands move to cup the back of his head and rest on his lower back. Jisung grasps the front of Minho’s shirt and kisses him back. He moves Jisung so he’s leaning on his desk, the wood digging into Han’s thighs. Finally, Han pushes Minho away, panting as he wipes his mouth of saliva. They stare at each other in silence, as if they aren’t at work and have all the time in the world.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Minho whispers in the quiet room, “I wanted to talk to you properly, but you never gave me the chance. So allow me to do so now.” Minho takes a deep breath in, “You remember me bringing you to my place when you were drunk, right?” Han nods hesitantly, “and you remember what happened?”

“Mostly.” Han mumbles, already knowing where the conversation was leading to, “I’m sorry I left. And for avoiding you, I just-“ he swallows down his anxiety before saying, “I thought you were going to be mad at me.” Smiling softly, Minho cups his face and makes him look at him,

“Clearly you thought wrong.”

“Yeah.” Minho runs his thumb over Han’s lips.

“Why did you think I hated you?” The question has been bugging him all week.

“Oh, real-really I was being dramatic.” Han quickly tries to explain, “It just seemed like you were, I don’t know, uncomfortable around me? Like you were never relaxed with me around.”

“Ah.” Minho blushes and brings his hand to hold Jisung’s, “I’m sorry that’s the impression I gave, but you are all wrong.”

The younger tilts his head cutely, “What do you mean?” Minho sighs, leaning his head back before looking at Han.

“I really like you, Jisungie.” He plants his hands on the desk, caging him in, “I like your voice. Your smile. Your soft face. I love the little pout you do. Just like the one you have now- really everything about you gets me going.” He leans closer, making the two only inches away from each other,

“So you don’t understand how difficult it is for me to refrain from kissing you, from getting closer and closer because I want to be in your space all the time. I didn’t want to be too forward and risk your comfort.” Oddly enough, the first thing that comes to Han’s mind is cursing out Seungmin for being right about Minho’s feelings.

“I’m comfortable with you.” Jisung blurts out, “You can… I want you to kiss me. Do whatever you want.” Minho’s eyes darken and he kisses a spot under Jisung’s ear,

“What I want to do is bend you over this desk.” He kisses Han’s lips, muffling a whimper, “Turn my smart boy into a dumb little mess.” Jisung shivers, wrapping his arms around Minho’s shoulders.

Minho lifts Jisung onto the desk, kissing him while rubbing his sides, “Would you like that?”

Han’s breath hitched, and he tries to remain somewhat intact. Minho wants him. And he wants Minho too. So bad.

“I would.” Is all he can rasp out as Minho kisses his neck.

“Hm?”

“I want you.” Jisung says louder, breathing in shakily, “I want hyung. Now.” He moans as Minho bites his neck, “But- Minho.” Jisung stutters, “What if someone comes in?” In most settings this question would seem stupid, since it’s around ten at night and nobody is currently in office other than them. In this case, it’s actually a possibility. How their job works is that they can come in at any time, as long as they work a full shift. So they have a few coworkers who like to come in at odd hours.

“Alright.” Minho lifts the younger with a strong grip on his thighs and walks them to an office room, all while placing small kisses on Jisung’s face.

“Open the door baby.” Han nods and reaches behind himself to open the door. Minho kicks it closed behind him before quickly locking it.

The desk has nothing on it, since the office has been unused for a few weeks, so Minho quickly lays Jisung down on the smooth surface. He kisses the younger harshly on his lips, just for a few seconds, before moving to kiss his neck and bite his collar bones. As he relishes the sounds of Jisung’s whimpers, he unbuttons his polo shirt, exposing more skin for him to explore.

“Hyung.” Han moans as Minho pinches his nipples and sucks his chest, leaving marks as he goes along. When Minho reaches the waist band of his pants, he is quick to push them off, along with his shoes and boxers. This leaves Han naked besides the unbuttoned shirt. Minho grabs his thighs and pulls him forward do his legs are hanging off the desk. The elder drops to his knees and starts to kiss up Jisung’s thighs, traveling further until he reaches his hole. Han chokes a sob as Minho dips his tongue inside him.

“Min- Minho I-“ He never finishes what he was about to say, he’s broken down to a moaning mess the second the elder moves and licks along his tip. He jerks his hips, and Minho grabs his waist to keep him still. The action only makes him harder as he realizes how fucking small Jisung is.

“You’re precious.” He coos before placing a sweet kiss on his hole, “Absolutely darling.”

Minho stands up and presses three of his fingers against Jisung’s lips, tapping a few times. The younger instantly opens his mouth and allows Minho to push his fingers in.

“Baby.” Minho groans as Jisung grabbed his wrist to bring him closer, “Look at you. What a good boy.” He shivers from the feeling of Han’s tongue. After a few moments, Minho pulls his hand away and wastes no time to kneel back down and put one finger into Jisung’s hole. The younger cries out and tightens around Minho instantly.

“Hyung!” Minho does not relent and adds another, stretching him out. With that he adds his tongue, dipping inside beside his fingers. Minho is giving him so much, it’s breaking him down, but all Han can think about is the fact he wants more. Jisung reaches up to him and grabs his shoulders, trying to push him away. Minho obliges and moves to look at the younger, pecking Han’s bright pink lips multiple times. “Want you Minho.” Jisung mumbles against his lips, trying to control his own breathing, “Want you so bad.”

Now, Minho considers himself a patient man, but he’s still a man. So how could he ever deny the sweet thing below him. He stands up straight and removes his fingers from Jisung before helping him off the desk. Practically manhandling him, Minho manoeuvres him so he’s facing the desk before placing a hand in between Jisung’s shoulder blades and pushing him down so his chest meets the desk. Kissing up Han’s spine, Minho unzips his pants and presses against Jisung, letting out a moan when he feels his hot skin on his. “Jisung, honey.” Minho starts, kissing Han’s shoulders, “You know I could never hate you.” “Yeah.” He pants, whining slightly. “Good.” The elder grabs harshly onto Han’s hips, fingers digging into his tan skin. He kisses the younger’s ear before whispering,

“Cause I’m gonna fuck you like I hate you.”

With a quick, strong thrust of his hips, he pushes himself into Jisung, immediately moaning when he tightens around him. “Minho! Oh-“ Han shouts. By now, both of them have completely forgotten where they are, only focused on each other. Breathing heavily, Minho rests his head on Han’s back, nuzzling the material of his shirt. Jisung whimpers and tries to grab the man behind him as he starts to move in and out of Jisung’s tight hole, he’s barely has any time to adjust,

“Please- Please please hyungie-“ he begs like it’s the only thing he knows, despite being highly educated. It’s music for Minho, “Please.” He mocks the younger with a whiny voice, “Please what?” He grabs his hair with one hand and uses it to keep his head pinned on the desk. He shifts a bit, using his grip on Jisung to move harder, hitting right on that special spot inside him.

“Fuck!” He sobs. The wood of the desk beneath him is cold against his burning skin, “Minho Minho-“ The elder smiles kissing the boy’s neck. “Yes? What is it?” Jisung doesn’t respond, he can’t find the words to give even the most simplest answer. He can’t help it, Minho is moving erratically, “Hey, where’s my smart boy gone to?” Minho smirks with a sadistic glint to it, and wraps his arms around Han’s waist and chest pulls him up so he’s standing. Jisung groans from the movement, and Minho is still rocking inside of him. “Shit.” His head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closed. “Did I fuck you stupid already? You’re even drooling baby.” Keeping one hand firmly on Jisung’s chest to keep him standing, Minho wipes the saliva that escaped his mouth with his thumb. He runs his thumb over Han’s lips before moving his head to kiss him. He holds the younger’s jaw and licks into his mouth, swallowing his moans. When Minho pulls away, Jisung isn’t even given the chance to complain since Minho is bending him over the desk again, “I’m gonna break you baby.” Minho tells the younger between moans, “Gonna take you apart right here- don’t worry I’ll- I’ll love you right when I take you home. Real slow and sweet.” He moves harder, keeping Jisung pinned down with a hand on the nape of his neck as his other reaches in front of the younger to fist him, making him keen.

“Come- am gonna- Minho comming-“

It only takes a few jerks of his wrist to make Han come over his stomach, moaning out Minho’s name as he jerks against the desk and Minho’s hand. He whimpers and whines when Minho somewhat intentionally overstimulates him as he keeps moving for a few more seconds. When he feels as if he’s about to burst, Minho pulls out of Jisung. He wraps his hand around himself and quickly comes with a soft moan.

Panting, Minho runs his hand through Han’s hair a few times before putting his pants back on properly and helping Jisung stand up. With one hand, he grabs a packet of tissues from his pockets and uses a few to wipe Jisung clean, shushing his whimpers. “Darling boy.” Minho coos in his ear, turning Han around and buttoning his shirt for him. Jisung lifts his arms and wraps them around Minho’s shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. The elder responds quickly, kissing Jisung sweetly as he rubs his sides. When Han pulls away, Minho kisses his cheeks, a few of the marks he left on his neck, and ends with a kiss to Jisung’s temple, “Would this be a good time to ask you out?” Han snorts, resting his head on Minho’s shoulder, “I’d love to.”

Minho walks into an office and leans back against the wall, letting out a short whistle. “Love what you done with the place.” The man at the desk laughs, looking around himself, “Oh yes, thanks to you hyung.” Han responds as he moves a succulent to a different corner on the desk, a plant that Minho got him, “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to work.” He playfully glares at the other, “I blame you.” “Why?” Minho walks over to the desk, standing across from Han, “Bringing up memories, boss?” Jisung shivers, “Don’t call me that.” He says, ignoring the image in his head of Minho fucking him over the desk that is now his, “Are we going?” “Yeah. Can’t keep Chan waiting.”

The two make their way to Chan’s office, neither bothering to knock since he’s been expecting them. Chan looks up from his computer and smiles when he sees the two, “Didn’t assault anyone, right Minho?” The man in question rolls his eyes at Chan as him and Jisung sit on the chairs across from Chan on the desk.

“Hi Chan hyung.” Chan smiles softly at the younger, he’s always had a soft spot for him, “Jisung. Now seriously, what brings you two here?” Han looks down in his lap, smiling when Minho grabs one of his hand’s and interlocks their fingers. Minho brings their hands up and places a quick kiss on the back of Jisung’s hand.

“Jisung and I are in a relationship.” Minho states bluntly to the head of HR, “We just came to notify you.” Chan nearly rolls his eyes and Minho’s formalness, but he instead laughs softly.

“Congrats guys. You two are good together.” He says, genuinely happy the two have gotten together, “You guys can go though, I just quickly have to put it on file.” Both Han and Minho thank the older man for his time and leave.

Chan pulls out a file from his filing cabinet. “Finally.” He mumbles as he puts the already filled out form on his desk, “It was collecting dust.”

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[greycaelum]

hello grey! congrats on your new 1000 followers! 🥳 i’m so happy and I really want to join your event! I will be picking no. 80 “waking them up” and no. 85 “late 3 am conversation” ^__^

I hope your event would be successful grey! me, kouki, saika and satoru are so proud of you for reaching 1000 followers! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა let’s reach more in the future!

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request 80 & 85: [ List is here ]

waking them up & late 3 am conversations

Notes & Warning hurt/comfort, fluff , Word Count: 1.9k

"Hi! Thank you so much for joining! And I love your choice combination, it has been so fun to write about it. Yeyy!" —Grey,

Shattered Perfection

Satoru has nights when his body is begging to sleep but his mind refuses to cooperate. One of the backlashes having a 24/7 voluntary ocular jujutsu governing the process of his brain.

Tonight is one of those, it's already dawn to be exact and he lays awake, eyes opened to the darkness of his sleeping mask. Satoru is torn between leaving the comforts of his soft pillow and go for a run or waking you up to tell him anything interesting until he doze off.

A toss to his left... Pulling the blanket off, he tosses to his right.

He tried counting the adorable ugly stuff toy Principal Yaga has made and counted the times he beat Megumi's ass in the training. Nothing seems to work.

So with great hesitance that doesn't fit the whimsical Gojo Satoru, he reaches for the hem of your pajama sleeve and tugs on it.

"Mochi..."

Tug, tug

You didn't move an inch from your side of the bed. Satoru retracted his fingers, feeling foolish for disturbing your sleep just because he can't sleep. He's not a fucking six-year-old who needs tucking to bed. But if only you would cuddle and scratch his head... 

Scratching the back of his head, he blew out a frustrated breath. Maybe he should go for a run.

"Mochi..." Satoru turned to his side to face your sleeping face. He pulls off his sleeping mask, squinting from the darkness of the room but his perfect vision unveils your sleeping face clear as day to his eyes.

He winces upon seeing the forming dark bags under your eyes. Those are from staying up late for weeks straight to wait on him. These days, Satoru's work piled up, he comes home around late at night or midnight. He feels really happy whenever you come to the genkan, rubbing your eyes and hugging him as a welcome home from the exhausting day, yet at the same time, his heart twinge in guilt for having you stay awake just because of him.

"I can't sleep," he murmured quietly while staring into your face, his hand searches for yours and wrap his callous palm over your dainty ones. "Nobara told me she doesn't understand why someone like you would fall in love with me."

His feisty student has always questioned that for some time now and he never really minded it until now.

The sense of cold and foreboding sentimentality that 3 am brings opens the vault of thoughts that Satoru pushes beside. The urge to talk with you is unbearable, even if he needs to settle talking to your sleeping self, that's okay... He just really needs to tell someone the thoughts that keeps making him mushy and restless.

"You know, I also don't know the answer. Sure I'm handsome," he chuckled sadly. Felt hopeless to talk to a sleeping lady but he'd rather stay right here than go out. "But there are men more handsome than me. Smart... I'm very smart too but that is my knowledge of the Jujutsu. But hey, at least I know all kinds of poison, I'm smart in Science and Physics. You know I suck at Algebra. Then maybe my personality? You always say that my humor always makes you confused about whether to smother me or punch me. But Mochi... I know I have a bad personality that drives everyone crazy. I guess that's part of my charms huh?"

The pad of his thumb brushes your knuckles, and your soft, cold hands contrast with his rough, warm ones. It's when he's all by himself with no work to distract him that these ideas catch up and weigh him down.

"But, I don't really know what made you choose me." Satoru is aware that loving him has larger cons than the pros. He'd never be that superman who can come rushing when you're about to be hit by a truck, he's not the kind of man who can ditch his work because your cramps are unbearable and you need him to stay with you. He's the walking red flag that will bait a sniper to hold the crossfire in your head just for being with him.

There's an infinity between you and him, and he's desperate every time he realizes that one day it will dawn on you that being with him is not worth it... Being with Gojo Satoru is not worth it.

"Mochi, what if I'm not Gojo Satoru... What if I was just a normal man, working in a world where I don't know a single thing about all of these curses and jujutsu..." Do you think it could still be us? Do you think you will fall in love with the other man who has the Six Eyes?

Are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru? Or are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest? Suguru once asked him, the question that keeps haunting him until now.

What defines Gojo Satoru? What defines the strongest? What defines him, apart from those two things?

"Don't say that," you whispered in a hoarse voice, staring at him with pained eyes, lips quivering as you hold his hand.

You've been listening since the beginning, the moment he tugged your sleeve you were awake. But cannot bring yourself to interrupt Satoru pouring his honesty in midst of the dark and silence. Every softly spoken word broke your heart, and every suck of his heavy breath tore you to pieces as you listen to the thoughts he would never speak of under the bright sun.

You stared into his tired eyes. Brushing his eyelid and cupping his face.

"I love you for being the outspoken man who never backs down from your words. I love you for your confidence that makes me feel, 'I could trust this man with my life.' I love you for being that guy who would sneak a bite from my snack because you simply want to annoy me because you need attention, you overgrown cat. For being the teacher who listens to his students." You move close to him and brought your lips to his forehead.

Satoru's forehead creased, feeling your warmth. Listening to your voice as you speak between the sadness lacing your words. He found himself curling to a fetal position, desperately trying to make himself fit in your petite built.

Tell me... His heart raced against its cage.

"I love you for being strong Satoru. Your confidence, your whims, your childishness, your pretty, and your mess. Every scratches, perfection, and flaws you have, even if it hurts us. Can you understand? That I love you because you are you. So please don't ask or even say such things, Baby. I didn't just love you for being Gojo Satoru or being the strongest sorcerer, the man with Six Eyes. Those are all pieces of being 'you'. And I have loved every piece of your shattered perfection because those are shards that make who you are."

His shattered perfection. Satoru's eyes closed tightly, inhaling your scent, and gripped your hand tightly into his bringing it over his drumming chest where his heart pounds loudly. Can you hear it? He's admitting defeated, no one has ever seen what's beyond him or bothered to tell him. He doesn't need pity or exterior validation or endless praises, but he just needs to know that someone sees him.

That beyond the strongest, lies a shattered perfection. A man who has lost, grieved and been brought down to his knees. Beyond his infinity, lies a part of Satoru, human, full of scars and broken pieces.

"If... What if I wasn't a sorcerer. Do you think you'll love the 'normal' me?" He whispered.

You pulled him in your hold.

"I don't know. Our decisions land us where we are now. If I didn't think of buying that strawberry shortcake we wouldn't have met, or maybe we would've met at another time. Who knows. Life is a mystery." You inhaled a deep breath and stared at the black-out curtain.

"I can never give you a normal life." Painfully he admitted. "When you get tired of everything going around us, I can't withdraw back in split second. I may not be able to."

"And I don't need you to. I know who you are." You stared into his beautiful eyes. "I would never ask for what you cannot give me."

You push your fingers into the back of his head into the thickness of his white locks, gently scraping your nail against his stiff nape feeling him groan and loosen up. Your other thumb draws circles on his shoulders traveling to the spine of his back. You lightly chuckled hearing small purrs of satisfaction from Satoru.

"There's no such thing as 'normal life' Satoru. You could have the Six Eyes and be a good-for-nothing asshole who only eats, sleep, and again. Or be just like you are now, the Gojo-sensei your students bash around but still trust for being a man they can rely on. All your decisions lead to where you are right now. I cannot see a 'normal Satoru' that you keep talking about."

3 am must be the trigger, for the unspoken words to unfold so gently and soft in the confines of this four corner bedroom. Gently you stroke his head, watching his eyelids starting to get heavier. You pulled the blanket up to his waist and rested your cheek against his head.

"I do not know those 'Satoru' you're talking about, I only know you. There's a big difference to that. So don't... Stop comparing yourself to a man who doesn't exist. You're more than enough." Kissing the bridge of his nose, you nuzzle his cheek and smiled into his half-lidded eyes.

Satoru's heart basks in the tenderness you provide his weary being. His arms found the spaces of your hips, resting there while his ears press against your chest, listening to your heart.

It's crazy how he thinks love is the most twisted curse, yet here he is in wonder as he listens how your heart beats so loudly for him and how his heart is yours. To think how a single word from you could break him apart and yet he's willing to entrust every piece of him to you without hesitance.

"I love you too, more than you could imagine Mochi," Satoru snuggled into you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "I love you more than my snacks and glasses," his slurred, low voice and hot breathing kiss your neck as he slowly starts to fall into sleep in the comfort of your arms.

"I feel touched," you resist the urge of pinching his nose. Slipping into the cold 3 am spooning each other you can't help but look forward to future like this.

Yeah, there's so much more to talk about, words that stay hidden in the sunny days spill silently in the comfort of cold darkness and gentle whispers.

—GreyCaelum

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2023 events

2022 events list

Again, these are not all of the events, just the ones i happen to come across with

- All of Sherlock Holmes is now officially public domain - Lil Nas X back at it again with... THE WIGGLES?! - Noah Schnapp, who plays Will Byers in Stranger Things, comes out as gay - US gov can't vote for a speaker of the house - McCarthy wins speaker of the house after 15 votes - Bolsonaro supporters storm the Congress and vandalize the whole place, are arrested on location -golden globes n stuff -JOJO LEAK JOJO LEAK ITS A BOY ITS A BOY -Lisa Marie Presley, daughter of Elvis Presley, dies at 54 -M3gan is a gay icon pass it on -AO3 down, 40 injured 15 dead -New FOB album - Velma show unsurprisingly sucks - Pink Sause on wallmart -Paramore back & new album coming soon - UK blocks scottish law that helped trans people and this might lead to their independence (pls) -TUMBRL ADDED POLLS! TUMBRL ADDED POLLS!! - #team snail worm deserved to lose the centopéia or however you say in english winning was RIGGED AND I CAN PROVE IT - Pete Wentz leaked Brendon Urie’s oncoming baby which leads him to breaking up Panic! At The Disco. Finally. - Holy fucking bingle! Trans Bi Lesbian It/She pronouns swiss hacker just leacked the US no-fly list, and plot twist, its very racist, what?! :3 - Justin Roiland is fired from Rick and Morty for being a bad person - Cecil from welcome to nightvale defeats Reigen in the Tumbrl Sexyman rematch pools! Idk who he is i just voted him bc i dont want reigen to win. -CECILSWEEP IS EVERYWHERE THE FINALS ARE SANS VS CECIL WHO WILL WIN - CECIL PALMER WITH THE STEEL CHAIR BEATS SANS TO PULP AT THE BACK OF PAPA JOHN'S!!! -The last of Us everywhere, seems to be a good game adaptation! glad to see more of those!

-Toby Fox scores the very first interview with creator of Yume Nikki, kikiyama with 9 yes or no questions and 1 "free response" question asking what they would get at a Denny's -FNAF movie officially starts filming - Marceline wins tumbrl woman - Just vote for vanilla extract and waive boys, just vote for vanila extract and wave - 7.8 earthquake hits Turkey and Syria, thausands of casualities - Spotted chinese (?) spy baloons (?) in America - Now theres a Tumbrl vanilla extract bottle, awesome - Hogwarts Legacy release discourse follows - Tear of the kingdom trailer out this is the most emotion link has shown in canon in 36 years - Youtube channel schaffrillas productions gets involved in car accident, Christopher Schaffer and Patrick Phyrillas pronounced dead on site while James Phyrillas in critical condition - Italian manwhore summer (Sanremo) - Netflix creating something thats gonna ruin password sharing people and everyone is mad - Brianna Ghey, 16 yo trans teenager, is stabbed to the death at a park -THE JOJOLANDS! AMAZING! MINDBLOWING! LIFE CHANGING! NEVER THE SAME! 10/10! -Succession will end in S4 -NEW MAGNAPINNA SQUID FOOTAGE HUNTING??

-New gen of TMNT (Mutant Mayhem)!! -Minesota lagislature makes trans health care (wait for it) LEGAL! - New mario movie trialer the babygirlification of Luigi continues -Willow project approved ‘_’ - More anti trans legislation. whats the news - Esc songs dropped the guy w the green top is already tumbrl’s top 1 jenn should have won etc etc -Gerard Way presenting in full office lady style. Tbh im just more impressed he did a show in tights. - Jojolands #2 out! Hot dog guy has a name now and Rohan canonically transcend the multiverse! - Taylor Swift eras tour congrats swifties - ICC issues arrest warrant to Vladmir Putin for war crimes -Trump to be arrested -Arab Cartoon Network hacked (Update: hacking was fake) - Tik Tok banned on government phones after spying accusations -New FOB album - The ladies from RWBY just kissed! mazal tov! - Justin Roiland case dropped - Kid in brazil attacks school teacher with knife - School shooting in US - Resident Evil 4 remake - Dobi dies in a glue trap -Trump got indicated, idk what that means but seems bad for trump which is good

-10 year anniversary of the Mishapocalypse - Ofc all your fave properties do an April fool’s special,, most notably Toby Fox’s “accidental foam pic” and Sonic The Hedgehog free murder mystery game that looks gorgeous?? they take the trophy this year -Kasane Teto gets her official voicebank for her 15th anniversary -wait... the DSMP is over..? it ended..? for real..?? WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLL!!1!!11!!!!!11 - Dalai Lama [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] - Harry Potter HBO series... just what we needed ‘_’ - Misha Collins reveals Warner Brothers wanted him to stay out as bisexual after that one off joke last year - Out of touch thursday on 4/20 we did it boys - We DOUBLE DID IT BOYS! Elon Musk’s rocket explodes because he forgot to build a flame diverter?? Or did he not build one on purpose? Anyway no one was inside THANKFULLY - Movie markplier is working on is revealed to be..IRON LUNG?! - Elon Musk takes out all the unpaid blue check marks expecting the celebrity accounts to pay for them, instead #blocktheblue movements started in which you block all users with blue check mark, Musk then responds to this by awarding random popular users with check marks -Tucker Carlson fired, ill b real, I have no idea who he is -Don Lemon also fired, again, idk who he is - Ray Toro and Gerard Way on fnaf movie soundtrack?!? -Disney sues Florida governor Ron Desantis, woag.. I cant believe im saying this but it’ll be easier to make the governor leave than the rat theme park

-JASON DERULO JUST FELL OFF THE STARS AT THE MET GALA! 😱😱😱 - WGA on strike! -And may Eurovision posting begin! Im rooting for finland what ab y’all - Tony Hawk and chocolate guy collab?!?!?!?! -ABSOLUTELY BULLSHIT EUROVISION RESULTS KAARIJA IS THE REAL WINNER SWEDEN BE DAMNED -FNAF trailer drop -Barbie Movie trailer drop -IDubz apologises for content cop, better late than never ig -Succession finale - I saw that execution clip from generation loss cuz it cant be thaaat fucked up right? haha.... im traumatized -Seth Everman announces he will leave the internet in 200ish days -Ted lasso ends, and so, pride month begins.... -Hank Green got cancer

-Happy pride month guys! - Jojo musical adaption of Phantom Blood confirmed - Russian occupiers in Ukraine blew up the Kakhovka Hydroelectric Power Station -Across the spiderverse takes the internet by storm AS IT SHOULD - Fires in canada kinda spreads the smoke like all around and its all a gray haze over there -Kaarija and Bojan concert together doing a shit job at beating ther allegations happy pride month kings -Hank Green is bisexual, likes Brennan Lee Muligan, and found that out because of wreck it ralph cosplays i can’t believe this is real -Redit blackout? 196? im very confused, but the redditors are here and tumbrl are welcoming them WAY better than we did twitter users which i find fitting lol -Adrien and Marinette from miraculous lb finally kissed omg its been like 8 years?? insane -The Idol sucks - Shit submarine w 5 people goes missing and the more we find out the more inevitable it felt       • Oceangate...gate brings awareness to migrant ships who drown and kill hundrents of migrants       • Iron Lung game sell suddenly spikes       •Submarine found, it imploded, all passengers dead - Joes Biden (US president)'s son committed tax fraud -Mark Zuch and Elon Musk are going to fight?? -Military coup in Russia (failed) -Miranda sings revolutionizing the YouTuber apology genre by apologizing for groomer allegations via ukulele - wtf is a grimace shake - Happy pride month! US overruled law prohibiting homophobic discrimination based on religion!

-Nimona is out! I haven’t watched it yet but the reception is great! (Edit: watched it, its good) -Superman finally got his long deserved sailor moon style transformation. good for him. -AO3 down, 500 dead 756 injured (Update: AO3 is down due to DDOS attack, which is when a group overwhelms the website with requests. This seems to be made by a group who claims to be doing it for homophobic reasons tho they likely have uterior reasons) -SAG-AFRA joins WGA strike - Universal prunes trees outside their building to try and prevent WAG/SAG-AFRA picket line. However, these trees are city property and "tree law" (heavy fine for destroying gov owned nature) might be called into action - Happy Barbenheimer tho all who celebrate - MITSKI ALBUM ANNOUNCEMENT?! - Fnaf DLC smth smth eclipse - Elon Musk tries to change twitter to X ? - Good Omens season 2 finale so tragically good it re animated OFMD SPN and Hanibal into trending page

- Tik tok parody of every 90's euro disco song goes viral - New James Webb telesc ope picture shows a giant ? in space. poetry. - Forest fires in Hawaii destroying homes -Anti semetic hate crime against USP teacher in Amazonas - Tik tok tried to create their Goncharov (Zepotha) and it turns out to be a plot to promote a musician's new song - Planet of the bass music vide out!! - Trump might actually get arrested, mugshot and all - Who thought it was a good idea to make the actor portraying Bernstein in the new biopic wear a PROSTHETIC NOSE?? - India first country to land on south pole of the moon! - Someone tracked down spanish spn’s rogue translator, who claims he did not add that in, meaning in some version of spn destiel was canon - Riverdale ends with all of them in a polycule. Which honestly is the best possible ending - TRUMP MUGSHOT TRUMP MUGSHOT

-That mole do be interesting -Castiel 15th birthday WAIT 15?? A DECADE AND A HALF?? - Ladybug and Chatnoir are emo now. Like, literally. - WGA strike succesfully ends -The Pokemonx Miku collab is everything actually - WGA stricke officially ends wed 27/9 12:01 AM, the deal is finalized and the writer’s guild got most of what they wanted! yay uniuns!

- Israel-Palestine conflict breaks into full on war with many casualities on both sides -NOOOOOO BAKUGO IS ALIVE PUT HIM BACK IN THE GRAVE!! KILL HIM AGAIN!!

- Spock wins the AO3 polls unsuprisingly - youtuber SSSniperwolf doxxes youtuber JacksFilms -Merlin twitter account is active...why? -Mathew Perry, Friends actor and advocate for alcoholism and drug abuse issues dies at age 54

-Happy 3 anniversary to Nov 5th -THANK G-D ATTACK ON TITAN IS OVER ITS FINALLY OVER FUCKK YES FINALLY -NOOOOO LIVE ACTION ZELDA CONFIMRED WHYYYY - Actor strike is over =D - GTA 5 anounced - SHREK 5???? - Omegle shut downs for ever - Zack and Cody’s restaurant reservation is today - Dream and the voice actor of Gumball beefed and tbh it was hilarious - Russia declares LGBT groups extremists organizations - Henry Kissinger, american politician, dies at 100 - SONIC 3 DATE REVEAL YEAHHH

-Hbomber guy DESTROYS James Somerton and Internet Historian’s career with his new video on plagiarism - TODD IN THE SHADOWS COMES BACK WITH THE STEEL CHAIR IN JAMES SOMERTON!! - BG3 Game Awards Sweep including GOTY

#text #us politics #2023 #january 2023 #brazil politics #uk politics #polls #2023 events #tw murder #politics

[kiribaku-queen]

Hiii it's me again!!! Anyway congrats on 1k followers!!🥺💖🤟 and I'm sending a request on your 1000 followers event so I hope you don't mind!!!

So today is Bakuhoe's bday and you mentioned that you enjoy writing angst and I'm feeling a little angsty too so here you go!

Imagine, (aged-up characters) you are also a pro-hero living with Bakugo, you two are married, being a Pro-hero on a mission you got injured, and while they're running their check-ups, curing you and all, they tell you a news that shocked you. And for Bakubabe, his birthday is coming so you wanted to surprise him, because there's a little world living inside you now, yes PREGGY! 3 weeks! Little did you know he is having a hard time on his mission, there's this tough villain they wanted to capture for weeks now together with Hero Deku and other Heroes, so he's pissed that they can't even capture a fucking villain, and that he needs to stay on his agency for this mission, so you go to his agency tell him to come home at April 20, 7pm sharp because you want to celebrate his bday you didn't tell him yet, and he said "Yeah, yeah whatever dumdass." 'Cause you know he's busy and shit, you fell kinda sad but that works too you thought, maybe it's just the hormones, and then that night, on his bday, a villain attack happened the villain they're trying to capture, so he went out totally forgotting about you. Meanwhile you're so happy, you prepared shit and decorate the house, cook some dinner, and present his gift, 7pm, he's still not there but you waited for him, 8 pm still not coming, 9 pm, none, 10pm none, 11 pm, none,feeling the need to cry, you then clean everything you set up, you placed the food on the fridge, but you let some decorations hanging up 'cause you have no energy to clean it, he then showed up still dirty after the villain attack, you saw him while going upstairs, so you went back down you questioned him or something why he's late, then you guys started arguing, yelling, but you can't keep up 'cause you're hurting, blame the hormones, then you walked out, banging the door, he then remember your plans, he went to the kitchen he saw a perefectly wrapped gift you forgot to hide, he opened it then mind blown! He then see a note saying, " Happy Birthday to the most amazing person, to my King explosion murder! -Y/n" he flipped it and a picture of a tiny being faced him.So he then knock on your door–

And that's up to you now hahahha just please write the ending with a happy one😭 I'm a sucker for angsty to happy ending!! Again congrats and I enjoy all you fics!! Thank you for your hard work!

Not So Birthday Surprise

Bakugou x reader

Fluff, Angst, happy ending

Word count: 4.8K

A/N: okay but why did I have this EXACT scenario in my head??!? We are on the same wavelength I swear!

Instead of uploading this for Bakugou’s birthday, I’m uploading it for my birthday! LOL So sorry this was overdue but I’m starting to get back into the groove of writing and have another series coming up for you guys!

“I totally had that villain,” you complained, groping the side of your head as you walked down the hallway with your hubby next to you, equally as beat up.

“Fat chance. If you would have kept your googly eyes off me the entire fight, maybe you could have taken him down. But who was there to save your ass like they always do? Fucking me,” your husband, the number 2 hero: Bakugou Katsuki, argued back.

“Stop being a big boob!” you clenched your teeth, annoyed, not forgetting to side punch his arm. Was he right? Eh, maybe just in the slightest. Could you blame yourself? Look at your husband. That fine man next to you, all beaten and bruised and sweaty and dirty… that man was your man. How could you not peak glances every once in a while, even if it was during a fight. Eye candy doesn’t have a set time.

“The only one with boobs is you,” Katsuki pointed out, poking you right in the boob for everyone to see. Your face flushes immediately, smacking his hand away and covering your breasts from anymore abuse.

“How. Dare.you,” you say slowly, making sure to emphasize each word. Because honestly how dare he. And in a place where so many people could witness that!

“Was I wrong?” he put a defensive hand up.

“That doesn’t give you the right to touch me… right here,” you whisper yelled. Did you really have to scold your husband on such things?

“What? I thought you liked it right there,” your husband decided to tease which resulted in heated cheeks from you. Well, he wasn’t wrong… You two were too busy bickering to realize that you were in front of your respective doors and that it was time to go your separate ways. At least for now. You knew it was protocol to get checked on after every fight, get healed and what not. But it was different when you were fighting with your husband. A sense of worry and concern overtook you, more so for him rather than yourself. What if they found something more serious than a mere flesh wound? You wouldn’t know how to handle the news. You were husband and wife. There’s no need to separate the two of you anymore. But protocol was protocol. Katsuki could sense the immediate pout that was evident on your lips. He smirked to himself and placed his hand on top of your head for reassurance.

“No more pouting. Heal up and I’ll see you a lil bit. Kay?” Katsuki waited for your response. You just nodded but continued to pout. But you were also waiting on him to give you something before you go inside that room. Seeing that he wasn’t getting the hint, you faced him, pouting even more and lifting your head up. Ah, Bakugou got the hint now. With a roll of his eyes, he kissed your forehead, satisfying your needs.

“Happy?” he pretended to sound annoyed but deep down, he enjoys kissing you just as much as you.

“No, one more,” you quickly say and pucker your lips. He doesn’t hesitate to lean in and steal your lips very briefly. You hummed in satisfaction and Katsuki just silently smiles at your joyous face. You can look like such an idiot sometimes with that silly face of yours, but at least you’re his idiot.

Alright, no more stalling. The nurses were already ushering you two to your respective rooms, slightly uncomfortable and intimidated to separating two heroes desperately in love. But eventually, you made it into the medical room, ready for your daily checkup and heal.

“Alright, Miss (y/n), I’m sure you are already aware of the routine. I’ll treat your wounds first and do the regular checkup. Your height, weight, blood pressure, heart rate, all that good stuff. Just to make sure nothing else is wrong and I didn’t miss anything. Sound good?” the nurse described while putting on blue rubber gloves.

“Yes ma’am. Check away,” you say, nonchalantly, leaning back and letting the nurse do her job. She used her healing quirk to close the cuts all around your arms and legs, even wounds that you didn’t even know were there. After all your wounds were mended and you were all healthy, the nurse started the regular checkup exam. Height was the same, weight faltered a little bit, blood pressure is fine, and now it was time to check your heartbeat. The nurse put the stethoscope on your back and put a hand on your shoulder for stability.

“Okay, deep breath in,” you inhaled through your nose.

“Deep breath out,” and you exhaled through your mouth. The nurse frowned and checked made you do it all over again. Then she put the stethoscope and checked your chest. This procedure was taking longer than usual and it started getting you concerned.

“My dear, when was your last period?” the nurse asked, leaning back in her chair.

“Oh, uh…” you hesitated to answer. If you were being honest, you couldn’t quite remember. You’ve gone without it for so long and it didn’t even cross your mind because of how comfortable life was without the constant bleeding.

“Just a rough estimate,” the nurse continued.

“I think roughly about 2 months?” you questioned yourself. You don’t even think that was correct.

“Okay, Miss (y/n). I’m going to have you lay back and lift your shirt so that your stomach is exposed,” the nurse instructed and got this fancy machine ready.

“I hope this isn’t what I think it is,” you joke around yet you were feeling anxious. You lifted your shirt to have your tummy exposed. The nurse put gel that was cold to the touch, on this scanner and examined your uterus. Without a doubt, you could hear another heart beating.

“Congratulations, momma. You’re pregnant,” the nurse exclaimed. But you couldn’t return the feeling.

“I’m what now?” you asked confused.

“It’s not much right now, but you can see the baby’s teeny tiny body right there,” the nursed pointed on the screen. And sure enough, the image of the baby’s barely formed body was in plain sight.

“Thank god we caught it just in time. Any serious damage from that fight could have put your baby in danger. I’m going to order for you to be on desk duty from here on out,” the nurse ordered. That’s when you got up from your position.

“Woah, nurse wait a minute,” you tried to refute but your nurse gave you the hand of silence. She already knows what you were about to say because she’s been through this time and time again.

“I don’t want to hear it. Any more damages from front line fighting is going to put you and your baby in some serious risk. Desk work. It’s relaxing, it’s easy, it’-”

“Boring.” You put her off, clearly not too happy with the outcome of this situation.

“And it’s safe. Plus, I’m sure your husband wouldn’t be too happy if he knew you still wanted to tussle with villains all day with his baby,” she pointed out. She was absolutely right. Katsuki would make sure that you were either at home resting or doing the very minimum at work. There was no way he would want to put his baby in any harm’s way. And if he had to physically keeps his eyes on you to make sure you were doing just that, then so be it.

“Well shit,” you blurted out, taking a moment to let this information sink in. Not only were you not expecting this news, but now you’ve been demoted to doing desk work instead of your actual job, all in under an hour. Were you even ready to be a mother? Was Katsuki ready to be a father? Was he even going to be excited with this news? Speaking of news… how were you even going to tell him?

“Could you do me just one favor?” you asked and the nurse looked at you with a questioning yet caring look. “Don’t tell him yet. I want to do it myself.” You say.

“My lips are sealed,” she promises you, locking her lips up with her fingers and comically throwing it away. The nurse was so nonchalant about the news. Maybe you should be too. Maybe you were overthinking too much.

Every day, you waited for that baby bump. Because you still hadn’t found a way to tell him yet and if he doesn’t notice that bump, then that’s a little longer you could keep your secret. But that window might have finally come to a close when you looked in the mirror this morning. It was subtle but undoubtably there. You had to tell him real soon. And thankfully, his birthday was right around the corner so you guess it was fate that led you to this moment.

You waited for him to come home.

5:00

Okay, it’s still a little early. He likes to work overtime a lot anyway. Not a big deal.

7:00

Dinnertime. He should have told you if he wasn’t going to make it to dinner. You could have eaten without him already.

9:00

Now this was getting ridiculous. He was this late with no text message? No phone call? Really? Does he not respect your time? You could have been doing something else than wait for him all night.

9:01

Alright. You had had enough. You got up from your seat on the couch, harshly grabbed your jacket and bee lined towards the apartment door, headed straight for your husband’s agency.

Pro hero Dynamight slams his fists onto the paper filled desk, documents and everything important flying in the air. Deku and Red Riot could just stand by, arms crossed and heavy eye lids, as they watch their friend throw a fit.

“We were so fucking close!” Bakugou snarled.

“3 months. 3 fucking months we’ve been tracking this guy down and we still haven’t caught him?! He vented.

“Bakugou,” Red Riot tried to calm him down but was shut down real quick by the angry hero.

“And you! What were you doing? You couldn’t hold him off for more than a second!” Katsuki attacked his red headed friend.

“I don’t know what you wanted me to do! I wasn’t expecting five of his men to randomly show up and attack. And where were you?” Kirishima yelled back.

“Trying to cover your fuck up!” he turned to face the other heroes, both glaring at each other, hands ready to fight at any minute.

“Calm down, we just didn’t take this plan into consideration,” Pro hero Deku interrupted, trying to dissolve the situation. But knowing how hot-headed the blonde hero was, it did no use.

“But it should have been! We should have thought about every single possibility. We aren’t rookies anymore! Can’t you guys do anything right?!” Bakugou went on and on, letting out all his frustrations, saying anything to make him feel better because that’s just how he is. He doesn’t mean it. He’s going to regret what he says later on, but he doesn’t think in the heat of the moment. Lucky for everybody else, you had stopped by at the perfect timing.

You gently knocked on the door, poking your small head through. Noticing how tense the air was and how your husband had his back turned on everyone, you were about to make a run for it and come back another day, but they had already seen you.

“(y/n)!” one of the other heroes exclaimed, quickly bringing you inside which gathered the attention of everyone else who hadn’t seen you, including your husband. “Well, looks like its our time to leave. See you tomorrow!” they all gathered their belongings, scurrying away as fast as they could to avoid any more backlash from the heated hero. You saw Red Riot glance at you but walked past you without another word. Shocked by his reaction because this was not the Kirishima that you knew, no matter how angry he was, you looked at Deku for some answers. He put his hand on your shoulder and leaned in so that only you could hear.

“Villain problems. Calm him down, would ya?” he asked of you. Of course you knew catching villains was your husbands number 1 priority at work. And you knew he gets like this all the time. Who wouldn’t? You would be guilty to say that you never acted this way once in a while. You sighed, letting all previous frustrations fan away to comfort your husband.

“Hey sexy hot head,” you tried to joke but Katsuki wasn’t having it. He sat down at his desk, buried his head in his hands and just let out a frustrated sigh. Your features softened, knowing how he was feeling. You went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hey,” you said softly. “You okay?”

“No,” he answered, clearly upset but tried not taking his anger out on you.

“Rough day, wasn’t it?”

“I just work with a bunch of idiots!” he exploded but you were here to calm him down, patting his head to soothe him, even if it was just for a little bit.

“They don’t know how to do anything right,” you imitated him as a joke but he thought you were agreeing with him.

“Why couldn’t you have been by my side?” he turned his chair to you, catching you by surprise and plopped right down on his lap. He snuggled into your neck like a cat missing its owner. For someone who was supposed to be fuming, he sure was cuddly all of a sudden.

“I know. I’ll be back to work soon,” you promised. Soon? Eh, more like in 9 months soon.

“I don’t think that doctor knows what she is talking about. Let’s get a second opinion,” he suggested but that caused you to panic. What were you going to say to him now to not give it away?

“I don’t think there’s a need for that. But you know what would make you feel better?” you cooed. He continued to snuggle into your neck, humming in response. “You’ll find out if you come home on time tomorrow, 7pm sharp.”

“You’re really not going to tell me?” he asks, finally coming out of his hiding spot to bump foreheads with you.

“I’m mad at you for making me wait all day today so no, I’m not going to tell you. It’d ruin the surprise anyway,” you say.

“But if you told me then I’d have something to look forward to,” he tried to flirt with you, giving you his bedroom eyes that gets you wrapped around his finger every time. But not this time. You got the courage to look away with a pout on your face for him not taking you seriously.

“No. Tomorrow, 7pm. Don’t come any earlier, either. Please come,” you finally gave him your best doe eyes and he couldn’t say no to that.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, dumbass,” he nonchalantly brushes it off like it wasn’t important. Which actually rubbed you the wrong way and just like a switch, you got annoyed. Thankfully, you noticed the change in emotion and you blamed it on your hormones.

“That’s really how you’re going to respond to me?” you asked, actually upset this time. You wanted to address it, but not have your emotions come through so aggressively. Had your husband not recognize the sudden mood swing, you would have been even more upset. But you trained your husband so well that he noticed the change of tone in your voice. And instead of pushing you and making fun of you for getting all emotional, which he has in the past and it did not end pretty, he responded in a more appropriate matter.

“I will be there,” he promised, his features softening this time. You loved how he got like this; vulnerable with all his walls down. You wished the whole world would see him like that instead of seeing him as this angry antihero. But at the same time, you were grateful that he was only like this towards you.

“Wanna go home now?” you asked. Both of you were so immersed in the moment that you actually forgot that you were still in his office.

“I thought we would spend the night,” he joked, leaning back more in his chair. You tried catching yourself on his chest because he leaned so far back that you felt like you were about to fall.

“Katsuki~!” you whined, nonstop pounding on his chest. His chuckle resonated in his chest but filled the entire room to make it seem not as empty.

“Up we go,” he announced, standing up but not before cradling you in his arms and holding you close to his chest. “To our home.” He says to you sweetly, filling your whole self with warmth and joy.

The day couldn’t have gone more perfectly for you. You decorated the entire place with streamers and balloons, cooked his favorite meal and prepped it nicely on the table, baked and decorated a cake that you were highly satisfied with, nothing could go wrong. Everything was set on the kitchen table, purposely positioned so that the moment he goes through that door, boom! Surprise! He was going to be shocked, you were going to feel ecstatic, you were going to tell him about the baby, and it was just going to be perfect!

Maybe just a few touch ups here. Maybe there. Oh shit. Does everything look okay? Does everything look in place? Suddenly, you started rethinking all your life choices and became anxious. You were starting to worry too much about what he was going to say that you weren’t sure that what you were doing was the best option.

But when you looked at the clock, your husband was going to be here any second. There was no time to think or even execute another plan. You just had to suck it up, put the nerves to the side, and hope for the best.

Katsuki was already packed and ready to head home for the day. Another day, another villain that wasn’t in a jail cell. No amount of hair pulling or banging his head on his desk could relieve him of this stress. But the thought of coming home to you and your secretive surprise was the cure to the remedy. He pulled out his watch.

6:50

Perfect timing. Not too early, he’d make it just in time for your surprise.

Just as he was about to head out, Kirishima is rushing through his office door with the widest grin plastered on his face.

“What is it?” Bakugou asked, annoyed. Couldn’t his red-headed friend wait until the next morning? He just wanted to be home.

“We got him,” Kirishima exclaimed. Bakugou stopped in his tracks and all of a sudden, his eyes were focused and all previous thoughts were thrown out the window.

“Who?” Bakugou questioned. He wanted to make sure that they were talking about the same guy. Was it the guy they’ve been trying to catch for months? All it took was one look from his best friend to know that he was correct and not a second later, he was out the door, gauntlets in hand and a confident smirk that was ready for some ass kicking.

7:01

It was only a minute late. Your eyebrows already started to twitch in annoyance. But it was only a minute. People can be late. It’s not a big deal. Nothing to get too worked up about. Stress equals more harm for the baby. Breathe in. Breathe out. Calm down (y/n), it’s all going to be worth it.

8:00

Why wasn’t he home? You didn’t think you would have to even wait 15 minutes. But here you were, waiting at home for an hour and your husband still wasn’t home yet. Maybe something happened at work? Yet, he wasn’t answering his phone.

9:00

Nothing

10:00

Still no sign.

11:00

You gave up. Dread and disappointment filled your entire body and soul. The feeling of emptiness weighed heavily on you to the point where you wanted to break down in tears. All your hard work. Your surprise. Your food. The decorations. Your love. It really all was for nothing. You were stupid to believe that he would appreciate anything you would do for him. You were so upset that it got you thinking about your whole relationship with this man. Did he even love you? Did he even care about you? Were you worth it to him? All those questions you could have answered yourself. And right now, all those answers are ‘no’.

Whatever. You didn’t have the energy to clean up. You left all the decorations where they were at and only decided to pack up the now cold dinner to put in the fridge. A perfectly good dinner, his favorite dinner, went to waste. You didn’t even have a bite yet. But with how you were feeling, you weren’t hungry anyway.

As you were about to head up the stairs, the front door opens, revealing a dirty, grungy looking hero. Fatigue washed over him, his shoulders falling flat as he lazily kicked off his boots. He held the wall for support as he walked further into his home. He was fucking exhausted, that’s for sure. But it was all worth it because that villain was finally fucking caught. Katsuki looked up to see your beyond pissed off face. Your smile curved down in a deep frown, tears were already welled into your eyes and your arms were crossed angrily against your chest.

Shit.

“Where the fuck were you?” you asked, hurt and in pain.

“Baby,” Katsuki tried reaching for you, sensing your frustration and wanting to explain, but you backed away, not wanting his touch in the slightest.

“I asked you a question!” you raised your voice this time. You didn’t want excuses. You wanted answers. And right now, he was stalling his answer, which made you impatient. Hearing your raised voice caused Katsuki to back off. He’s only seen you like this one time and that was back when you two were dating. He knew he really fucked up now.

“I caught a villain, but I was about to come home, I promi-” Katsuki rushed to say but you didn’t even let him finish and you bursted into tears. Of course he was out catching villains. Catching villains was more important than your dinner plans that you made specifically for him. He would always chose them over you and you just absolutely hated that idea. You always knew that was true but your suspicions weren’t confirmed until this very moment. And it hurt like a bitch.

Katsuki gently put his gear down and carefully walked towards you. Afraid that if he moved too fast, you would run away and he wouldn’t get a chance to explain himself.

“Why didn’t you call?” you cried, sniffling and hiccupping in between words. “It’s not hard to pick up the phone and tell me that you weren’t coming. It’s not hard to tell me that you didn’t even want it at all! You should have told me before I spent all this time preparing this surprise for you. I spent all this money on stupid balloons, they didn’t even have the ones I wanted. I cooked your favorite food and now it’s cold. And you knew all this yet you still didn’t have the decency to give me a call? All I wanted was for you to show up and 7. Was that really too much to ask?” you ranted. But Katsuki was silent. He didn’t know what to say. And that made you even more furious.

“Can you fucking say something?” you asked annoyed.

“I don’t know what to say,” he confessed. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew you were venting and that you needed to get everything out. He had a way to contact you. And he should have. Why didn’t he? It just slipped his mind when the excitement of catching this villain caused him to run out that door faster than anyone. But it wasn’t an excuse and he knew that.

“You always do this!” you continued to cry. “I’m here, expressing my feelings and telling you how I feel and you never say anything! You’re so annoying! I hate you and I hate these hormones!” you ran to your shared bedroom, slammed the door, leaving Katsuki alone to bathe in shame.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He couldn’t believe how bad he had messed it up. He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh. How was he going to make with one up to you now? He turned around and saw the decorations hanging from the ceiling. He saw how much time and effort you spent trying to make everything perfect. He just had to come and ruin it, huh? He went to the fridge and opened it up to see two dinners perfectly plated and wrapped neatly to be eaten later. Even when you’re mad, he could see that you still cared by the way you put it away.

Katuski went back to the kitchen table and saw a perfectly wrapped gift that you had forgotten to hide. He picks it up, examines it, gives it a little shake, and hears something banging around in there. Opening the tiny box revealed a small note and a stick at the bottom. Confused, Katsuki picks up the card to reveal a handwritten note and a picture.

Happy Birthday to my person, the love of my life. My King Explosion Murder! Thank you for always protecting me and everyone around you. Now it’s time for you to protect one more person.

Another person? You couldn’t mean… and that’s when he saw the picture that was attached with the card. Your ultrasound. And as if you couldn’t make it even more obvious, you provided the pregnancy test with the gift.

There was no time to waste. Katsuki’s heart was leaping through time and the adrenaline rushed through his body with such news. Silly you. You had forgotten to lock the door so your husband could easily bust through the door. He swung the door open with so much force that it was about to fly off the hinges.

“(y/n),” he said your name breathlessly. You were still a crying mess, bawling and sniffling like it was no one’s business. He sat next to you on the bed, careful not to touch you because he knew you were sensitive.

“Are you really pregnant?” he asks, not believing and thinking this is all a prank. You finally faced him and even though you were very upset with him, Katsuki only saw your pout which he thought was so cute.

“You would have known if you came home on time!” you cried.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I’ll be better. For you and for our baby,” he promised.

“I don’t believe you,” you tell him.

“Well I’m going to make you believe. You haven’t eaten yet, right?” he points out. You turn your head away from him, still pouting. He chuckles and leans in close.

“You want me to heat up the food you made for dinner? We can eat it together,” he says in a teasing tone. Shit. You were being convinced because your stomach was growling but that doesn’t mean you forgave him. You’d only let him feed you this one time.

“I’m hungry,” you pout and that was enough sign for him to pick you up in his arms.

“I promise I will take care of both of you,” he says softly. You stayed quiet, wanting to give him the silent treatment. But he gave you an offer you couldn’t really say no to.

“How about I take a couple days off work. It’ll be just you and me and the little baby. I’ll take care of you. I’ll cook for you and everything.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

And he stayed true to his promise. Katsuki made sure everyone at the office know that he was off hours and to not bother him until he says so. He was going to take care of you since he couldn’t for the past few months.

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[waka-chan-out]

Hi meeeg!! First of all, CONGRATS ON 300! 🎊 I've been following you for quite awhile but this is my first time interacting with u 👉👈 And I was hoping I could participate in your event 💓

1. Ushiwaka

2. “you missed me? how much?”

3. I'm a she/ her, defimitely the sub; i have a daddy kink, breeding kink, a dash of degrading and praising too (recieving end),.. i just like being dominated over 🙉

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300 Follower Event

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Prompt 17: “You missed me? How much?”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1k

content warning: daddy kink, brief grinding, very little foreplay, cowgirl, tired ushi lets you do your thing, light breeding kink, please let him rest

THANK YOU ANON 🥺 this was so sweet and i’m glad you’ve enjoyed my content. please feel free to contact me more often (i’ll set aside the 🚾 emoji for you if you’d like). i love interacting with people on here even though i’m honestly still struggling with how tumblr works lmao. ushiwaka is the love of my life so you have definitely come to the right place.

note: it’s so hard to find decent manga panels of our sweet little timeskip ushi 😭 forgive me he looks so uncomfortable in the banner.

You heard the keys turning in the lock and immediately dashed to the door. Ushijima didn’t even have time to set down his bags before you were throwing your arms around his neck. He buried his face in your hair and you could feel him smiling.

“Hi, love,” he said.

“Hi,” you replied. Your voice was muffled against his shirt. You stood there for a moment, breathing in each other. It was just two weeks, but it felt like forever. Back to back games, bad weather, and two broken buses later, Ushijima was finally home.

“Can I come in?” he asked. You laughed and stepped to the side.

“I’ll help you. I’m sure you’re tired.”

“It was hard sleeping on the bus. I might pass out the second I lay down.” You huffed a laugh as you helped him carry his bags to your bedroom.

“Oh, I hope not,” you said. He squinted at you and you raised your eyebrows in return. “What?”

“Nothing. I enjoy you.”

You tried and failed to fight off your grin. Ushijima zipped off his jacket and slumped facefirst onto the bed.

“Babe! At least change first.”

He groaned into the mattress.

“I can’t. Too tired.”

You laughed and climbed up onto the bed. You pushed at his shoulder and he shifted onto his back.

“I missed you,” you said, swinging a leg over him and taking a seat on his lap.

Ushijima slung his arm behind his head and stared up at you. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were softened in amusement.

“You missed me?” he asked. He laid his other hand on your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb. “How much?”

In response, you shifted your hips, grinding against him. His lips twitched into a small smile as he kept his hands in place.

“I want to show you,” you said, moving again. You drew out long, slow motions against him, until you felt him matching your arousal beneath you. “I want you to relax and I can show you.”

His lips curled in a lazy smile.

“You can do whatever you’d like.”

You returned the smile and pushed off everything you were wearing below the waist. He stared at you with an unchanging amused expression as you pulled down the front of his sweats.

“That quick to use me?” he asked as you lined him up with your entrance. “Naughty girl. What would you have done if I hadn’t come home?”

“Waited.” You whimpered as you sunk onto him. “Waited for — fuck — daddy.”

He smiled and squeezed your hip harder as you shifted up and down on top of him.

“So good,” he sighed, eyes flickering shut for a moment as you continued moving. He looked so enamored with you, so tired and a little bored in an inexplicably sexy way.

Being in control was a foreign experience to you with Ushijima, but that didn’t matter. He was still in charge even if you were controlling the pacing, position, everything. The way he looked into your eyes told you he was allowing this, letting you use him to show your love, to demonstrate just how needy you were when he was gone.

You swore as you sunk down lower than you meant to, bracing yourself on his chest for a moment. Ushijima laughed.

“Get too eager? Come here.” He gestured for you to lean against him. You laid down onto his chest and pressed your lips to his. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he kept kissing you.

He gripped you tighter and began moving his hips, slow but completely overwhelming. You pulled away and buried your face against his neck with a gasp. The position shift hit exactly where you needed him. You just wanted a little more.

“Please,” you managed to say before swearing again.

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please, daddy. A little — ah — a little faster.”

He chuckled into your ear and tightened his grip around you. You groaned as he picked up his pace.

“Is that what my pretty girl needed?”

“Yes.” Your voice was muffled and embarrassingly desperate against his t shirt.

“You’re gonna make me come.” Despite himself, his voice was becoming increasingly unsteady as he snapped his hips against you.

“Please, daddy. Inside me.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed and buried his face into your hair.

“I just got home and have to remind you that you’re mine? You really did miss me.”

“So much, daddy. Please.”

“Fine. Be a good girl and kiss me.”

You struggled to sit up against him but managed to connect your lips with his, sloppily sighing into each others mouths as you both neared the edge.

You beat Ushijima to it, whining and leaning your forehead against his as your body locked against him. He followed behind quickly, hands moving to hold your hips steady as he groaned and twitched inside of you.

You panted against each other for a moment, then Ushijima laughed.

“How are we going to move without ruining my clothes?”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked down, realizing he was still in his nice Adler’s sweatpants. You pressed your face into his chest and joined in his laughter.

“Can you get a new pair?”

“No, actually. So why don’t we . . .” He pulled his arms around you again and, without much warning, rolled so you were underneath him. You yelped as you moved before settling against the bed. He planted a kiss on your nose and smiled.

“Can you get cleaned up and let daddy rest?” he asked. You nodded happily and inhaled when he pressed another kiss on your lips. He carefully fell onto the bed and closed his eyes. You turned to stare at him as his big chest fell into a steady rhythm. You smiled.

“Welcome home.”

#meg’s 300 follower event :) #ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #wakatoshi smut #wakatoshi x reader

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Request by @dailytrashypanda : For your 2k !!! Congrats my love you deserve it all! “Walk out that door and we’re through” “I’ve had enough.” “You shouldn’t have even bothered buying these. I’m just gonna end up ripping them straight off” For kakashi please

Thank you bby. 🥺❤️ I appreciate you.

Enough Is Enough || {NSFW} Kakashi x Reader

Event Masterlist | Tip Jar 📫

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, 18+ content, overstimulation, angst, fluff, language, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.3k

Kakashi walked through the door and had expected a warm and welcome greeting. But what he had gotten was anything but that. The two of you had spent so much time arguing before he had left for his mission that he was hoping that it would be fine and settled by the time he made it back home. As he unlocked the front door there had been an unknown aura hanging in the air. It was something that Kakashi had felt before, but he knew that it had been a while.

When the door had been locked he had expected you to be out of the house, but as the book in your hand went flying across the room he knew that he had guessed wrong. You stood from the couch as his head barely missed being hit by the book. He stopped and braced himself, clearly you were still mad. That was the familiar aura he was feeling.

As you stalked toward him he placed a hand behind his head nervously. “Hey darling.” He scratched and laughed uneasily. “How are you? I missed you.”

You stopped and crossed your arms. “Don’t ask how I am Kakashi Hatake. How do you think I am?” The anger that flared in your eyes had him wanting to run in the other direction and hide. “You left and we didn’t even get to talk about what we’ve been arguing about.”

Now he was annoyed. He had told you that you needed to talk it out before he left or you wouldn’t be able to for a while, but you had ignored the fact. “Don’t act like I didn’t warn you of that before I left.”

The edge of his voice just made your anger rise even more and you could see the instant regret in his face. He stepped forward and attempted to pull you into him. “I’ve just had enough of this Kakashi. I don’t want to argue with you all the time about the same thing. Clearly your work means more to you than I do. Maybe you should just keep it that way.”

Kakashi’s heart sank and his anger threatened to take over all his senses. “I’ve never given you any reason to think that. I had orders that came down from the Hokage to go on this mission. I can’t ignore a direct order from Tsunade and you know that.”

You walked down the hallway toward your bedroom, not sure whether it was even worth the arguing anymore. Kakashi reached out and grabbed your arm, spinning you around. He yanked your arm from his grasp and shoved him backwards. “Get your hands off me.”

You had seen the irritation in him once before, but that was a long time ago. You had only seen it when you had been threatened in the field by the Akatsuki before the two of you had started seeing each other. Kakashi grabbed your shoulder and pushed you against the wall, slamming his hands down on each side of you. “I’m done with this shit Y/n.”

He stepped back and quickly grabbed his bag off the kitchen table again, but you spoke and made him turn back around as he reached for the front door. “I can’t believe I actually planned on having a nice night with you after we talked. I even went out and bought a new lingerie set for you.” An exasperated laugh escaped your lips. “If you walk out the door right now Kakashi, we’re through.”

Kakashi turned and glared. You approached him and he threw the bag to the side, pushing you against the wall again. Instead of the anger that had just filled him, his eyes filled with lust. Your heart started to beat out of your chest as you spotted the difference in his posture. There was a growl to his voice as he spoke. “You shouldn’t have even bothered buying that.” He lifted your robe and exposed the silky fabric underneath. “I’m just gonna end up ripping them straight off.” His finger linked into the side of your panties and pulled.

You heard the fabric tearing slowly and bit your lip. His face was full of nothing but desire as he placed his hands on the back of your thighs and slowly lifted you off the floor. You roughly placed your lips on his and reveled in it as he followed suit.

It had been a very long time since Kakashi had been this sporadic. You hadn’t realized how much your threat when he was about to walk away had meant to him. His lips wandered every inch of your body and you couldn’t help but whine as they were taken away.

Kakashi’s rasp as he praised you would have had you weak at the knees if you had still been standing. “Such a good girl darling. Do you honestly think I’d let you get away with a threat like that?”

You wished you had known what he meant. But the punishment he had in store for you would be something that you would be happy to take. As his hands slid down your legs and to your ass you felt his hips push into yours, pinning you against the wall more. His erection poked your leg as he struggled to pull his pants down his legs before he whispered more sweet nothings into your ear.

His fingers slowly traced over the material of your panties and you wrapped your hand around his neck and into his hair. You tugged slightly and he made an amused sound. “I hope you’re ready for this darling.” He placed his lips to your chin softly. “Because I don’t plan on being gentle.”

You swooned at his words and felt him fumbling around underneath you. With one swift movement you felt his cock thrust into you, bottoming out as he gripped your waist as tightly as he could. The feeling of his girth filling you had you ready to cry out. And as he egged you on you did just that. “You’re taking my cock so well.” He pushed you against the wall and used it for leverage as he grabbed your face and forced you to look at him. “You naughty girl, pissing off daddy like that.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he wrapped his hand into your hair. “F-fuck, Kakashi. Harder.”

Kakashi’s grip on your hair tightened as he slowed his pace. “What did you just call me? Because I believe that’s not my name.” He nibbled on your earlobe as he spoke softly. “What’s my name?”

You could barely muster words as the tightness in your abdomen grew. “Daddy.”

He pushed your head back and his lips met your neck, peppering it with small kisses and bites. “That’s right. Daddy knows just how you like it.”

“I’m gonna come, Kashi.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and placed your forehead on his shoulder. “Fuck.”

He provoked you further. “Let it all out. I wanna feel you come on my cock baby.”

His name left your lips as your orgasm shattered you, your senses overstimulated as he continued to thrust, wanting you to ride out your high as long as you could. But the more your cunt quivered around him, the harder that became.

With a loud grunt Kakashi emptied himself inside your core, his pace slowing to a crawl as he painted your walls white. He intertwined his fingers with yours and pushed you backward. “Do you wanna talk about this still? Or are we alright?”

You fought to catch your breath and pushed your lips out toward him, waiting patiently for him to reciprocate. “We’re fine Kakashi.” As he pushed his lips to yours you smiled into the kiss “I’m sorry I threw a book at your head.”

Kakashi chuckled. “I’m not sorry you did, when we’re angry we always have the best sex.”

#kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x reader #naruto x reader #kakashi x y/n #naruto x y/n #kakashi hatake x y/n #kakashi hatake imagines #kakashi imagines #naruto imagines #kakashi hatake smut #kakashi smut #naruto smut #kakashi hatake fanfic #kakashi fanfic #naruto fanfic #kakashi hatake fanfiction #kakashi fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #kakashi hatake request #kakashi request #naruto request #bakubabes hatake celebrates 2k

[missmeinyourbones]

Hiiiii L!!! Congrats on ur milestone bby!! It was so hard to choose a prompt I was stuck on so many of them but I’d love to see ur take on the prompt “weird, but fucking beautiful” with Touya<333

WEIRD, BUT FUCKING BEAUTIFUL (t. todoroki)

a/n: bad communicator dabi, reader has a birthmark, descriptions of skin and scarring (???) angsty undertones but ultimately very soft (like dabi), i love u oz

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

There's a lot that Dabi can't say.

He thinks his lack of verbal charisma was wired into his brain and decided by the stars above from the very moment he was born into this world.

It's not for a lack of feeling, he likes to justify. In his head, Dabi has said what he would deem to be Shakespearean things about how much he loves you—but when it comes time to turn those thoughts into syllables from his lips, they never sound nearly as nice.

Something Dabi is good at, he likes to think, is admiring you. It comes natrually, he doesnt need to think about it.

He loves learning about your body, finding out new things about your skin and shape and self. Enjoys learning how you like to be touched, how you like to be loved without the words he can't really say. He thinks that must be how people in love feel, a bit foolish but willing to sit in silence just to catch a glimpse of something worth while.

Having crawled out of bed and whined about your soreness from last night, you search the room for your discarded jeans. And Dabi does what he does best and watches you.

He appreciates how your skin stretches and bounces when you bend down to grab your pants. How it pudges by your hips and tummy when you shimmy into your jeans and fasten your zipper. He likes how your arms flex and arch as you button your bra around your torso—and he loves how your tiny little birthmark on your back contorts with the normalcy of it all.

It's moments like these, horribly mundane and, for a lack of a better word, boring, that make Dabi realize just how lost in you he actually is. The way you exist, ridiculously regular and undeniably human, makes him want to cry, sometimes. He doesn't think you realize how special that is, to be normal.

Your irritated tone interrupts (what you don't know to be) his sweet introspection.

"Would you stop that?"

You see the smallest twinge of a smile from the corner of his mouth when he plays along.

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that," he watches you shrink beneath his heavy gaze.

"Like what?"

You raise your eyebrows at him, in a look that reads nothing but annoyed, and he allows himself to huff out a sound of amusement at how easily aggravated you get sometimes.

"Oh come on, don't be pissy," he teases, but you choose to ignore his taunt and continue getting dressed.

He continues to watch you twist into your shirt, and he's grateful it's sleeveless as it leaves the pretty little imprint beneath your shoulder within his sight. He watches you catch his eye a few times, sees how you grow more irritated with each and every flicker of his stare on your skin.

When you (not so) gently scoot past him to collect your phone from the nightstand, he's quick to wrap his fingers around your wrist and guide you closer to him.

With a scowl on your face, you let him. His hand finds your chin, turning you upward to look at him, pout and all.

"Hey," he whispers with a bit of an edge, one he doesn't mean to have but has accepted as a part of him. When you flicker your eyes over him, he softens his bite a bit, "Talk."

After a sigh or two, your response comes shy, flushed.

"I don't like when you stare at me like that," you whisper against his palm and he can feel the heat of your cheeks flooding with embarrassment.

"Feels like you're making fun of me or something."

"Making fun of you?" his face frowns in genuine confusion. "The fuck are you talking about?"

Not sure if he's fucking with you or not, you take a beat to read his expression. He's serious, for once—you can tell there's no ill will in his furrowed brows and slightly concerned eyes.

Eventually, you deflate and state the obvious, "You're looking at my birthmark."

…Yeah?

"And?" he decides to say instead.

"And I hate it," your voice becomes a bit more strained, "so stop looking at it."

Genuinely confused at the sudden tension between you two, Dabi shrugs and loosens his grip on your jaw, leaving his hand gently ghosting your skin instead of holding you in place.

He sounds a bit critical when he scoffs, "What's there to hate? It's a birthmark."

"It's gross and weirdly shaped and ugly."

And he can't but wince at the pure irony of your words. Because you're always the first person to kiss his scars, trace their growing and scaling patches, and remind him that they're beautiful because they're his.

And here you are, loathing something as measly as a barely noticeable birthmark for the sole reason that it's yours.

He wants to tell you what you tell him, that it's beautiful because it's yours. That he wants to trace it with his tongue and see its outline when he closes his eyes.

But Dabi isn't that poetic, so he settles for shrugging and using his free hand to reach out and touch it.

As his calloused thumb skims the mark, he hums to himself in thought.

"Was thinking about how it's kinda shaped like a mushroom."

He smiles a bit when your eyes roll at his statement. Your skin heats up again when you weakly remind him that, "It's weird."

"Yeah," he merely agrees with a soft nod, "but it doesn't make me want you any less."

Gently, he takes the pad of his thumb and lovingly swipes it across your bottom lip, caressing the skin and attempting to let his touch say what his words can't.

And you know, he knows you know. Because even though Dabi isn't great with words and can't say what he means, what he feels, that doesn't mean he doesn't feel it. He feels it more deeply than anyone you've ever known.

In the softness of the moment, you cock your head to the side and gently bite down on the length of this thumb. It's unexpected but doesn't hurt, and Dabi knows you well enough to know what it says. Thank you. I love you.

He nearly blushes at the intimacy, mumbling out a sarcastic, "Fuckin' ow."

"Don't be a baby," you choose to gently kiss the spot you sunk your teeth into, "that didn't hurt."

It didn't, he thinks. I liked it.

Again, his tongue betrays him, "You're so weird."

Allowing yourself to lean into his touch, your voice taunts him a bit. "But that doesn't make you want me any less, does it?"

Dabi chooses the easy way out and simply kisses you, and through this tongue gently prodding at your bottom lip, you know his answer.

No, it doesn't.

#L's MIDNIGHTS EVENT! #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x you #dabi fic #touya todoroki fic #dabi angst #dabi fluff #touya todoroki angst #touya todoroki fluff

[petersasteria]

good 4 u || harry holland

sour masterlist || harry || sour taglist

1,589 words sorry for the shit ending ?? bc i didnt know how to end it lmao italics are flashbacks

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“Babe, you didn’t have to spoil me.” You chuckled.

“You deserve it, love. You deserve the world.” Harry looked at you lovingly before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

-

“I really want to be a professional photographer and filmmaker, you know?” Harry told you one day. Both of you were lying wide awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Both of you couldn’t sleep, so you talked about random things.

“I believe in you, Harry. I believe in you more than anyone or anything. You can do just that. I support you.” You smiled as you turned your head to face him. He looked at you and grinned, “So, you think I’m really going to be those things?”

“Yeah. Why not? You’re an amazing photographer and filmmaker. Believe in yourself, Harry. My faith in you will be nothing if you don’t believe in yourself. Trust me.” You told him.

“That’s true. You’re right.” Harry said before yawning.

“I’m always right.” You curled up against him and rested your head on his chest. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

-

“Harry, where are you? I’ve been waiting out here for an hour now.” You said through the phone. Harry said he’d pick you up from your university, but he wasn’t there yet. Then it began to rain heavily, causing you to run to the nearest shade. You were cold, wet, and impatient.

“I’ll be there in a while. See you later!” Harry hung up.

After thirty minutes, Harry finally arrived. You quickly got in and sighed in relief when you realized the whole car was warm.

“What took you so long?” You asked him.

“My car’s acting up. I hate this old piece of shit.” Harry grumbled as he tried to start the car. After five tries, it finally worked.

“You need a new car.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I do.” He chuckled.

-

“I hope I’m not interrupting your sleepover or whatever.” Harry said quietly through the phone. You were at your friend, Elouise’s slumber party because it was her birthday.

“No, you’re not. We’re just watching a movie and I’ve seen this movie a bunch of times.” You assured him. You walked out of the living room and went to the kitchen. You sat on the bar stool and asked, “What’s up?”

“Mum and dad are just being mean, that’s all.” Harry sighed.

“I know you’re about to cry, so just let it out. Talk to me.” You said softly. Harry started sobbing and telling you about his fight with his parents.

“Y/N/N, I got offered an apprenticeship in Dublin. That’s the biggest opportunity I’ve ever received and they’re stopping me. It’s like they don’t want me to succeed, but when Tom wants something done, they let him. It’s so fucking tiring. I never asked them for anything and the one time I do, they say shit. It’s unfair.” He sobbed and your heart broke for him.

“I feel you. I legit feel the same way, but we just have to prove them wrong, yeah? You’ll make it big and what they say won’t matter as much anymore. They love you and they just want what’s best for you, but sometimes they don’t exactly know what’s best for you. It’s weird, I swear. Just prove them wrong. You’ll get another opportunity again and when you get that, it’ll be bigger than that apprenticeship in Dublin.” You told him with a small smile on your face.

“You get me so well.” Harry smiled as he wiped his tears. “I’ll just go to sleep now. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

-

You couldn’t take it anymore. Harry’s face seemed to be everywhere you went, haunting you. After being together for two and a half years, Harry broke up with you because of reasons only he seemed to know. After he broke up with you, you spent the whole week just crying. You didn’t understand, but life was really cruel.

Three weeks later, word got out that Harry was dating some model and that surprised you. It surprised you because he moved on really quick and he looked really happy and healthy. He looked better compared to when he was dating you. You were proud of him, but it made you wonder why Harry chose to make himself better for this girl and not for you when you were together. It seemed unfair.

Unfortunately, you were still friends with Sam. You were Sam’s favorite and he actually preferred you instead of Harry’s new girlfriend. Wanting to hang out with you, You and Sam met up at the mall and just shop or walk around. You couldn’t really hang out at Sam’s house because of Harry and his girlfriend.

“She’s nice, but I’m on your side.” Sam said as he ate his ice cream. You laughed and shook your head. Sam looked at you and said, “I’m serious! She’s trying to make me her best friend or something. Like, she’s trying really hard.”

“Then try to be her friend. Maybe you guys might click and then you’ll replace me like how Harry replaced me.” You said. You were aware it was petty and pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. This time, it was Sam who laughed.

“You know, I overheard him the other day. He told her that she’s the only person who gets him and I’m just sitting there all confused because he said the same thing to you. In fact, it’s like he forgot all about you.” Sam said as he animatedly spoke with his hands. He seemed really annoyed.

“Okay, then.” You chuckled. “You seem annoyed.”

“Yeah because I thought both of you were it for each other.” He said with a sad smile. You returned it, but didn’t say anything.

At the end of the day, it was time for both of you to go home. Sam groaned in frustration as he texted while walking. “What?” You asked, turning your head to look at him.

Both of you stopped walking when you reached the mall’s exit. Sam was typing furiously as you looked at him in confusion. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

He looked at you and sighed, “Tom can’t pick me up.”

“I thought you drove here?” You asked and he shook his head. “What happened to your car?”

“My parents borrowed it because their car is in the shop, getting fixed. Tom can’t pick me up because he has to use his car to go to an event that he forgot about. I’d call for an Uber or something, but I literally have zero money on me. So, I have no choice but to ask Harry.” Sam said, biting his lip.

“Well, shit.” Was all you said as Sam looked at you with guilt all over his face. He quickly sent a text to Harry and he smiled a bit when he immediately got a reply.

“He’s coming soon.” Sam told you. You snorted. You vividly remember Harry’s slow and beat up car. Sam was talking to you, but you weren’t really paying attention. Your mind went to all those times you spent in Harry’s old car and all the places you’ve been. Those were moments you’ll never forget.

“Y/N, my ride’s here.”

You were pulled from your thoughts as soon as Harry said that. You looked at the direction that Sam was looking at and you were surprised to see a beautiful, new car. It was charcoal grey and the windows were so clean, you could see the inside. Harry was driving and his new girlfriend was sitting on the passenger seat.

“Oh shit. I didn’t know she was coming.” Sam turned to you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N/N. If I had known he was taking her, I wouldn’t-”

“It’s okay. I’m mature and civil. I can handle it. Besides, I can’t avoid them forever. It was bound to happen.” You gave him a small smile.

Harry stopped in front of you both and he rolled his window down. His sunglasses were resting on top of his head and he looked really fresh.

“Are you getting in or not?” He asked Sam, completely ignoring you.

“Hello to you too.” Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as he took a few steps to the door of his backseat. “Y/N, do you need a ride?”

You shook your head, “No, thanks. I’ll call an Uber.” You turned to face Harry, who was already looking at you. “Your photography is improving.” You said.

“Thanks.”

“Nice car, too. I’m glad you replaced the busted ol’ thing.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“Yeah, I figured I should buy myself a new car. The old one wasn’t doing it for me. I need to upgrade, y’know?”

You held back a snappy reply because it wouldn’t do you any good. Plus, you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. You wanted to ask him if he broke up with you because he needed a girlfriend upgrade, but you kept it to yourself.

“Yeah, that’s nice. Good for you, though… and congrats, I guess.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile and he returned it. Sam got in the car and rolled his window down. “I’ll text you, okay?” Sam said and you just nodded. Harry drove away and you stood there, watching.

You wished you could not care like Harry and you wished you could move on just as quick, but you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, you were still stuck on him. It sucked.

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𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @celestialholland @alinastarkrovs @piscesparker @prancerrparkerr @spideyspeaches @givebuckyhisplumsnow @blueleatherbag @theonly1outof-a-billion @hollandbroz-n-haz @starlight-starks @webmeupspiderdaddy @studiesinspanish

#harry holland #harry holland x reader #harry holland x y/n #harry holland one shots #harry holland one shot #harry holland angst #sour album #petersasteria #k's works

[hisoknen]

congrats on 3k!!!!!! thank you for all you do!! for the event, 👀, for good ol' hawks. i'm a big fan of praised with mixed with degradation, like that sweet dirty talk coupled with him being an absolute dick at same time. teasing, but still absolute mean dom energy, dub-con perhaps?? maybe a lil bit of brat-energy from my side, but i feel like keigo would a lil relentless. hot. thank you!!!

thank you so much 💜  i’m glad you’re here, this one was a lot of fun! think it turned out well, thank you for joining the event :)

warnings: dubcon, throat fucking, degradation, orgasm denial, hawks being mean

Your jaw is threatening to lock, each thrust of his cock was edging closer to your gag reflex. Your throat is raw from convulsing and gagging, face hot with spit. 

“I can’t-” you gasp for air pushing against Keigo’s thighs. The air that fills your lungs is sweet and icy, it pours in through your nose and floats out of your mouth, something you’d missed. Coughing you wipe at the spit dribbling down your chin, trembling as you go to meet his eyes.

“Aw really? I thought you said you’d be a good girl for me today?” Keigo looks down at you with mock disappointment. 

“I am good.” you shoot back at him with fire in your eyes. What ached more than anything? The spot between your thighs that hadn’t been touched in weeks.

“You sure you don’t want to take just a little bit more for me?” He pouts, drawing a line across your jaw, cradling the side of your face.

You shift your knees on the ground, whining with pouty lips holding yourself back from nuzzling against the warmth he offers you. Of course you wanted to. He knew you wanted to. Letting out a frustrated huff you pull away, stare up at him with furrowed brows shaking your head and drawing your arms to cross over your puffed-out chest. 

“That’s not fair, you know I-”

“Aw, my sweet little dove’s all done for the day then? You don’t even want me to play with your cunt?” His gaze shifts to the puddle of arousal oozing out of you onto the floor. 

You bite back the retort swelling in your throat, chewing at your lip instead. Of course you did, you’d been waiting for tonight. But the look in his eyes pissed you off. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of begging pathetically for his touch. “N-no,” His eyebrow quirks, honey eyes twinkling with mischief. 

A cheeky smile spreads across his face. Keigo knew better than anyone that you’d been waiting all week for this. He’d been sending you to voicemail each time you called, listening to the messages you left behind begging for him to let you cum. Brushing you off when you surprised him with a new set of lingerie after a late night at work. Even going so far as to let you grind on his thigh helplessly while he ignored you to read a book. Only pushing you off the moment your thighs tightened around him, threatening to come undone.

“That’s a shame,” he taps his cock against your swollen lips, going through the motions of listening to you while he chases his own release. He groans fucking his fist with eyes squeezed shut. You can’t help but drink him in with jealousy and flickering anger. The muscles on his lower stomach ripple with each breath, flexing, and releasing. Sweat slowly gliding down the body you want more than anything to run your hands along. 

You trail your gaze up to his neck, wandering over the tufts of hair on his chin before meeting his yellow lidded orbs. You can’t stop the purr that floats out of your throat when Keigo settles his fingers on your lips, pushing them open slightly. Lolling your tongue as he glides three fingers into your wet mouth. Keigo curls them back against your throat, pulling them out thick with saliva. He spreads the spit along the length of his cock, pumping it a few times while trails slick fingers down your neck. 

Your eyes flutter shut, mouth slightly open despite yourself. Relishing in the softness of hands kissing your skin. His thumb fiddles with your lower lip, hand trailing to your neck and rubbing at your scalp.

In seconds your eyes shoot open. You choke, breath fanning against his length. You try to move your head to the side to escape but his grip on your head holds you tightly in place, while he pistons into your throat.

“I can get myself off just fine with your cute little throat then.” He sings lovingly, pulling your head to meet each of his thrusts. You try to squirm away, pushing and tapping at his thighs relentlessly. Fingernails digging into his thighs and dragging down, breaking the skin. Keigo’s coo is woven with lust, his feathers ruffling as your throat convulses, pulling him in further. 

“You’re too good to me, dove.” He moves rapidly against you. His balls beat against your chin, slapping with spit. Drowning out the noises of you struggling around him, with thick tears gushing out from your eyes. 

Your nose collides painfully with his pelvic bone, body curling in an attempt to escape him. Your form muddles, fingers digging into him once more before falling down to your sides in defeat, mind swimming in a fog with the lack of air pooling in your lungs. His hips stutter, hands pushing your head slightly back so he can angle deeper into your throat.

“Fuuck.” Keigo purrs releasing thick ropes of cum into your mouth. The salty mix coats the back of your throat, slowly sliding down as you gag, body trembling.

“Knew you could do it. Pretty girls always can.” Keigo groans, pulling you off of his twitching cock. Falling forward you take frantic gulps of air, hands darting between your thighs to dive inside of your empty cunt, trying desperately to relieve the pressure flooding in your gut. 

Your wrists are wrapped tightly together and yanked away from your dripping heat. Keigo grunts, pulling you by the hair, forcing you to stare at the blood trailing down the lines you left behind.

“But only good girls get to cum.” 

3k masterlist

#hisoknen celebrates #h.hawks #salem <3 #tw dubcon #tw degradation #sorry if the end is rushed i had no clue how to shift it #hawks x reader #hawks x reader smut

[enderspawn]

dream smp asagao au, aka the very specific high school au

also aka the post thats very self indulgent for me and maybe 3 other people.

in short: its a dsmp high school au based on the game asagao academy, where everyone is part of a gaming club and compete against one another in tournaments. more in depth info about the AU/Asagao itself, as well as more info about the plot and roles of the AU itself.

Asagao Academy Basics

So to start, let’s cover the basics: what is Asagao Academy. ….well, an old Youtuber dating sim game (which, despite unfortunately including some fairly questionable CCs, IS still really good and well written and I recommend it) But what is it for AU purposes?

Asagao Academy is a highly elite world-wide boarding school set in Japan for those who are either rich enough to afford it, or those skilled enough to get scholarships. Within the game, there are two main clubs: Normal Boots and Hidden Block. They’re both gaming clubs, and joining is seen as super exclusive since they’re ALSO the most popular people in the school.

The two clubs compete with each other in various tournament events with specific categories. For example: Satch (from NB) and Jimmy (from HB) both compete in the “Tech and Invention” category, where they have to create/invent something related to gaming and have it judged at the event like a science fair. Meanwhile, Jared (from NB) and Wallid (from HB) both compete in “Dance” aka DDR and the person with the highest score wins.

The other categories featured in game include: Puzzle games (like Bejeweled or Tetris), Video Game Trivia, Pinball, Retro Platformers, a three-person fighting game, and 100% completion speedruns. So tldr; the categories can be kind of fiddled with and be whatever you want them to be, because even the original ones are pretty wack.

Also, there’s no rules against competing in multiple categories— in fact, most of the HB members in game do! It’s more about balancing time and practicing for them alongside school and other activities.

The winner of the competition is the team/competitor(s) with the most total wins.

Another thing to note: despite competing as clubs, they’re all actually pretty good friends. It’s all lighthearted and fun in the end, hell the leader of the opposing club even helps the main character join the main club just because he wants a decent challenge.

Speaking of… the main character! Hana Mizuno! I don’t have any current plans to include her in this AU (a la new dating routes), but I wanted to mention her for a few reasons.

For the main reason: her hair. Even as soon as she shows up, Mai (her best friend and roommate, who can break the 4th wall) immediately calls her out for her hair for looking like a main character which as we learn… isn’t an exaggeration. She’s literally a born protagonist, thus being born with naturally pink hair and a tragic backstory. Not only that, but other people are also born protagonists with pink hair as well— she isn’t an exception.

About the AU -- Revolution Era

A few things to note: in this au, when I first drafted it I… wasn’t looking to include 20+ people. I cut a lot of characters, but instead working with the idea that they’re still THERE, they just… don’t compete? Either they aren’t in the club and are just friends with the members, or they’re members who just don’t compete professionally. It’s nothing personal against those CCs and tbh as times goes they may get added more, but for now they’re just in the BG vibin.

It covers a really basic retelling of s1 for most of the planned au. It starts with One Club: the Dream Team. Members include: Dream (sophomore), Sapnap (sophomore), George (junior), Wilbur (junior), Eret (junior), and Fundy (freshman).

For reasons, possibly just as a goof or spite towards their American counterparts, Wilbur declares independence from the Dream Team and makes his OWN gaming club: L’Manberg. He takes Eret (a close friend from his grade) and Fundy (the freshman he immediately adopted) with him, causing the two teams to be 3v3.

But Wilbur’s got a dastardly surprise up his sleeve: TOMMY, HIS YOUNGER BROTHER (bc I am nothing if not a dedicated crimebros stan), AND TUBBO. They’re both too young to actually attend Asagao yet, but theres no age rules in the actual competitions so its fair play. They’re Wilbur’s secret weapon. After all, a 5v3 where the team with the most wins wins the competition? That’s a massive advantage.

… we all know how this goes though don’t we. Wilbur’s day be so fine, then BOOM, Eret betrayal 😔

In this case Eret feels it’s a LITTLE unfair to blindside them like that, plus Dream promised to make him the Leader of the Dream Team and, yknow, that kind of stuff DOES look good on resumes, so…

TLDR; Eret rejoins the Dream Team crew, as well as informing them of Wilbur’s plan with including Tommy and Tubbo and becomes leader. They’re still letting Dream and Co. basically actually do the leading, they don’t care that much, the title is just nice. L’Manberg cusses her out and promises to hold a grudge, but it’s all in good fun. After all, they’re just teens goofing around and playing. The clubs are again 4v4.

Dream tells the L’Manberg club that they can separate, sure… under one condition. They have to win the competition. If they lose, they have to rejoin the Dream Team club.

L’Manberg accepts, but come competition day… they lose. Tommy outright challenges Dream post awards to a speedrun competition for L’Manberg instead. …which Dream professionally competes in, and Tommy DOESN’T.

He loses, but he puts up a good fight despite having little to no actual practice put in, so Dream “grants” L’Manberg their “Independence”. (In this au, instead of being like… weirdly obsessive over Tommy, it’s a lot more “he sees himself in Tommy and wants to support/mentor him” and a “friendly rivalry” kind of deal bc its a damn HIGH SCHOOL AU)

So L’Manberg can be it’s own club! …Next year, when Tommy and Tubbo actually attend, since Wilbur and Fundy aren’t allowed a two person club.

About the AU -- Election Era

SO time skip! Congrats, everything up to now has been BACKSTORY. It’s now the next school year, with two main clubs (I’ve tried to keep them fairly balanced, which is why not all CCs are featured, sorry!)

Dream Team club:

Dream - junior

George - senior

Sapnap - junior

Eret - senior

Punz - junior

BBH - senior

Awesamdude - junior

Ponk - junior

L’Manberg club:

Wilbur - senior

Tommy - freshman

Tubbo - freshman

Fundy - sophomore

Schlatt - senior

Quackity - junior

Niki - sophomore

Jack - sophomore

(Also fun fact! Their grades are loosely based on the CCs actual ages! …Except Fundy, who got Baby-fied to fit the “Wilbur’s Kid” joke, and Eret bc it fit better to be the same age as Wilbur I thought. Oops HEKANDNSN)

So, for whatever Reason (listen this was an au I made in like one night when plagued with brainrot, it’s not all figured out), L’Manberg holds an election. Maybe it’s related to Wilbur wanting L’Manberg to be meaningfully different from Dream Team, maybe it’s a joke, idk!

…. SOMEHOW, Schlatt wins. Which ticks off Wilbur a lot. It’s his damn club, and the whole point was to avoid Americans, tf?? The two start to feud a lot and it threatens to split the club entirely via ppl taking sides. Worse, it means people aren’t practicing for the competition.

All while this is happening, there’s a new intrigue building. Dream catches word of an infamous player in the area, someone known to win entire competitions against teams of people all by HIMSELF. A man with bright bubblegum pink hair called Technoblade. That’s right, literal universe-assigned protagonist Techno. If Dream could enlist him, there’s no doubt in hell they’d be able to beat L’Manberg.

L’Manberg hears of him too and works to try and enlist him as well, so he basically gets courted by both clubs trying to get him to play for them to mixed results. He’s pretty chill vibin by himself, so what’s in it for him? (….I don’t know, remember how this is a WIP au I worked on once?)

Eventually, a teacher named Phil (who’s been the honorary sponsor of the L’Manberg club) gets pissed at Schlatt and Wilbur’s fighting and bans both from competing (aka this AUs version of them dying). Which fucking SUCKS for L’Manberg. They’re now going 6v8 with a wildcard player who’s undeclared on which side he’ll join, if at all.

… honestly, that’s as far as I got. Theoretically, Techno joins L’Manberg to reflect Pogtopia and they win. I never had plans to go into s2 due to its darker theme, but there are definitely changes that could (and might?) be made for the s1 plot just so it flows better.

I already had to shift Wil and Schkatt’s “deaths” to fit, unless I were to have them LITERALLY make a new club. Maybe Schlatt uses his power as Club President to make them work with Dream Team (to the point it basically merges the clubs). Sure, they might be guaranteed to win now but it removes the competition and fun as well as the spirit of OG L’Manberg. So then Wilbur rebels and makes his own club AGAIN, calling it Pogtopia with the intent to get L’Manberg back. Then Techno, intrigued with this group of like 2-3 ppl going against a team of like 13ish people, decides to join them. Idk! Alternative possible plot based more closely on s1 I guess!

I’m gonna add a list of characters in full with their age, their club, and what they compete in (if it’s already brainstormed, most ppl are unknown) below

Character List

dream (DT) - junior - speedrunning

george (DT) - senior - coding/tech and invention

sapnap (DT)- junior -

eret (DT) - senior -

wilbur (LM) - senior - rhythm game/guitar hero-esque

tommy (LM) - freshman - (possibly pick up speed running during election arc?)

tubbo (LM) - freshman - chess

fundy (LM) - sophomore - coding/tech and invention

schlatt (LM) - senior - he never actually declares what he plans to play and then gets banned anyway, aka no game kekw

quackity (LM)- junior - dance

niki (LM) - sophomore -

jack (LM) - sophomore-

punz (DT) - junior -

bbh (DT) - senior -

awesamdude (DT) - junior -

ponk (DT) - junior

technoblade (SOLO) - junior - multiple categories

FINAL BIT

here’s some scraps for ppl who know Asagao already as well as small bits I didn’t bother to write up any further

- Karl, much like Mai, is ALSO aware of the 4th wall and has time travel powers because of it.

- Purpled (undecided if he’s a solo player like Techno or has his own team he competes with that’s not a formal club) plays Literally Bedwars in competitions

- Callahan is the Dream Team club sponsor, Phil is L’Manberg’s club sponsor

- Karlnapity is real and canon bc I say so

- both for balance/laziness, every person only competes in one category. also bc it makes Techno that much more Protagonist-y that he does

- I made this AU in like February man idk I’m just vibin

- Fuck I never even included Ranboo huh

#dream smp #mcyt #asagao au #og post #pwease read this you dont have to know asagao that much i swear #anything you do i explained plEASE fjdskfjl #asagao academy

[taeyamayang]

hi! congrats on 200 followers! :D💕

i’d like to join your 200 follower event, and i’d prefer you to match me with a boy. im a sagittarius and an INTP!

i like writing, reading, and gaming! though I don’t write much because I’m barely motivated, I do enjoy it. i dislike any type of physical activity, though if i do the physical activity with people im close to its not so bad.

im introverted at first, but once i warm up to someone, I’d say I’m pretty fun to be around! im also an independent person, i like to work alone and getting stuff done on my own rather than with other people. my ideal s/o would probably be someone who can make me laugh, and motivate me to be the best version of myself! i would also like someone who would make me get up off the couch and do something because im generally lazy 💔

i am pairing you withㅡHinata Shoyo

↬ come on, if we talk about someone who can make you laugh, motivate you, and athletic we all know one person,, the orange boy! his radiance and positive thinking about life especially with his passion for volleyball is contagious enough that he makes you want to push harder and become the better version of yourself. segway, at first, i thought of pairing you with kenma because you said gaming and obviously you're an introvert BUT just like him you look for someone who is a bit of your opposite. kenma and hinata's chemistry is topnotch so i bet hinata's got to be your man. you are two are like puzzle pieces from different puzzle boards and yet you two fit perfectly, creating your own image and i think that's beautiful :)

"new number." your tongue moves the lollipop candy to the other side of your mouth as you click send. you pick up your gaming console resting on the floor of your room right after.

your phone dings. you raise an eyebrow at your friend's immediate response. weird.

"wow! that was quick! how did you get my number?"

"memorized it." you pull your head back to the game but before you can do so your phone goes off with another notification.

"you can't memorize english phrases but you can memorize numbers???"

you press your brows together.

"i think im fairly good at english for you to slander me like that."

"you're nearly as bad as me."

"so, you admit that im better than you." you let out a short laugh at your exchange.

you friend texts you back.

"NEVER!! I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS JUST WAIT FOR IT!!"

"what is she saying? she's never been this competitive." you whisper to yourself as your eyes read through the words in her text.

"as much as you want to beat my ass, i think friday's game is not the best day for it. im thinking of not attending."

"why??"

"strangers will be there and i don't feel comfortable with their eyes ogling at me." you exit your game and clicks on the shut off button of your game machine.

"we've done that before, right? you make amazing moves when you play with us."

"exactly but i don't work well with crowds. i play better when im only with you guys." you lie on your bed with your back against the mattress. you have your phone up on your face as you type in your response.

"it's not about them, it's about your play and how much joy it brings you. i love my team right now and i've dreamt this for the longest time. im sure you feel the same way. let them think whatever what they want to think of you but remember that you're doing this for you and the team. remember the adrenaline that rushes through your veins when you play."

team? you thought it's dramatic to call your group of friends as a team as if you're in commited sports group. you were just planning on a sports hangout this friday at the local gym.

"thank you." you roll to your side as you stare into your phone. your friend replies making your eyes widen in surprise.

"how about we practice today and see how it goes?"

"today??"

"yes! let's meet up by the store at the end of the block!"

you place your phone on your chest as your eyes stare at the ceiling. it vibrates three times before you pick it up.

"come on!! get your ass moving!"

"don't leave me on read!!"

"silence means yes! so, im heading out now!"

panic takes over you as your fingers press on the keyboard flashed on your screen.

"WAIT!! give me ten minutes. god, why are you so impulsive."

"but it worked! now we're playing :D see you!"

you rush to your dresser to pull out a pair of sportwear. you push your feet inside your rubber before dashing out of your house. thankfully, you managed to grab a waterbottle and a towel before leaving.

you jog to the location your friend texted you and waited behind a lamp post fixed at the corner of the street. an orange haired boy wearing a volleyball jersey hops off from his bike before parking it at the side of the facade of the store. he stands next to you.

your friend is already half an hour late. it's unusual for her to be this late since you know as her as a punctual person. she never had a late warning in school, not even once. you start to worry at her absence.

you pull your phone out.

"where are you??"

you hear a soft ding from the man with orange hair. he pulls out his phone but you shift your gaze away from him as it's disrespectful to snoop into someone's phone especially if you don't know them.

your phone vibrates.

"im here BUT WHERE ARE YOU??" the creases around your forehead deepens.

"im literally here standing at the store you mentioned."

the stranger's phone dings again. the sound of his notification going off is congruent with the time you send your texts. he turns his head to the side as if he's looking for someone. he even turn his body around and stands on his tip toes to squint at the strangers at the other side of the block.

"YOU BETTER NOT SHITTING ON ME KAGEYAMA I BIKED ALL THE WAY HERE."

your mouth fall open as you bring your phone closer to your face. your eyebrows crosses at the name your friend used.

"kageyama?!" you say under your breath. you voice is loud enough for the orange boy to look at you in shock. you see him at your peripheral vision peering at you. you can't help but meet his eyes.

"no way." you whisper to yourself. the boy is left is daze. you type on your phone without breaking eye contact with him.

"hi"

his phone dings and a text bubble appears on the screen of his phone. both of you gasped outloud before screaming on top of your lungs.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" you both shout in unison. the crows fly over your heads, disturbed at the sudden amplified sound.

he has his back crunched down and his forefingers pointing at you while your arms are crossed over your chest with your hands resting on top of each of your shoulders in defense. your horrified faces mirror each other, dumbfounded with the unraveling situation before your eyes.

just, who the fuck is he?, you thought.

a/n: i hope you dont mind the minor cursing at the end |･ω･) thanks for joining my event! have a great day ♡

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