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anisangeldust · 1 day

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Pretty when you cry 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: feelings are hard.

Pairing: young politician!Coriolanus x Fem!reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Coriolanus is stressed and needs you, emotional vulnerability, mentions of parental loss, crying.

A/N: just some heart-achy fluff bc I’m in the mood to coddle someone rn🎀

Masculinity and Bravado were drilled into the brain of Panems president since the day he was born, festering like an infection, multiplying like an invasion, until all he could feel was shame for feeling.

So often he’d find himself teary eyed, chanting soliloquies of “Men don’t cry, you aren’t weak, crying makes you weak.” like mantras around his apartment, such nonsense that those superior used to undermine his naturally empathetic soul.

It wasn’t until many moons later that he crossed your sacred path, your mere presence a soothing compress on his aching heart. Little by little, you cleared his night skies from its once insurmountable peril, the darkness that had consumed his soul was no longer seeping through his core, instead it soaked through his eyes, salty drops of crystalline water flowing down his milky cheeks.

At the moment, he was being comforted by his ever so generous and loving wife. The emotions he buried so desperately were now flowing like a river in front of his own personal Aphrodite, a tsunami of emotions flooding his soul, lapping at the weak spots of his delicate being. Never would anyone describe Coriolanus Snow as vulnerable, but right now he was. Your tenderness akin to the mother he lost so long ago, and his trembling frame that of a little boy. This is love in its rawest form, the ability to express vulnerability without judgement, the thing Coriolanus so clearly craved his whole adolescence.

Heaven was breaking down in your arms, having a rough day and coming home to you, the woman he loved with every ounce of his being, to have you hold his face and tell him it was all going to be okay; your murmured words like a warm compress on his aching heart.

So often he reminded himself that he was allowed to have bad days, being president was draining, and the cracks in his mask were deepening, he could no longer hide from the flood, he had to just make sure he didn’t drown. Luckily you were his life boat. Despite all his hard work, sometimes the darkness prevails, dawning cloaks of false serendipity, only to shed its light and consume your dignity. The darkness that clouds his vision, creeps into the corners of his mind, dampens his thinking, the darkness only you can cut through. He beam of light, his saving grace.

Coriolanus was a blubbering mess, your fingers running in his platinum curls a reminder that he was safe, that he was going to be okay. Slowly, he lifted his head from your chest and sniffled.

“I don’t deserve you..” he murmured, eyes red and puffy from crying so hard.

“Shhh, just lay on me baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you” you cooed, pressing his face back into the soft fat of your chest. As to which he happily complied.

The muscles of his shirtless back were relaxed, melting into you and your warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around your middle and hugged you like you were going to disappear if he let go, you were his most precious gem, a beauty unmatched by the most divine beings, a goddess amongst men, and Coriolanus was your most devoted apostle.

Slowly, his breathing regained stability, his pink lips no longer quivering, chest no longer heaving. You peppered his teary cheeks with kisses as he calmed down slowly. His mind slipping form consciousness as he fell asleep.

“I love you” he croaked gently, voice rough and tone uneven, the most vulnerable state Coriolanus Snow could be in, the one reserved for you.

“I love you too baby boy, so much. Now sleep, it’ll all be okay” you mutter as he flutters his eyes closed and lays on you completely, your own personal weighted blanket.

Coriolanus was truly sculpted by the gods, how else would he be so pretty when he cries?

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cupiidzbow · 3 months

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it is cold as hell I am being held in big warm arms and kissed till I’m all giggly and dazed in my mind

#🦍🏄‍♂️🌊#he feels so bad that i get cold so easily and feels how cool my skin is under his touch #i don’t think im a heat source or a heat sink but my body really feels the changes in weather 😭😭#he is DEFINITELY a heat source im literally gonna bury my face in his neck and get as close as i can.#sniffles …. him holding me so close to him to make me feel safe and warm when we go to bed……#don’t even look at me rn auagaha aughhhh #txt #gush tag! 💌

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tojipie · 5 months

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toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man.

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear.

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him.

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge.

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands.

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul.

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words.

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours.

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over.

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start.

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serotonins-stuff · 1 year

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3am pregggy cravings

~BNHA

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♡︎ Bnha boys

♡︎ f!reader

♡︎ Sypnosis: You suddenly get strong pregnancy cravings in the early hours of the morning

♡︎ Includes : Bakugo, Izuku, Todoroki , Aizawa, Hawks

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(characters are aged up)

Bakugo

He shuffled in his sleep, while low grumbles and sniffles echoed from downstairs.

He guessed he was having a dream till the cries sounded way too real and familiar. He patted the space next to him, expecting to feel your warmth but it was empty.

He jumped up from his sleeping position in the warm blankets, shirtless and disheveled as he scrambled out of the bedroom in a panic. Concerns flooded his head but he had no time to stand and think.

Were you ok?

Why the hell are you crying?

He strumbled on various things in the dark, causing him to curse lowly but he moved on.

"Y/n!?" He half yelled, still hearing your sobs echoing through the house. The sound guided him to the kitchen downstairs, so he made sure to be cautious moving toward it.

He clutched a broom nearby, in case something bad was happening so he could prepare. Hell- he didn't even know why you were crying in the first place.

The kitchen was pitch black, although the pantry next to it was beaming with light. The alarm didn't go off which means you were safe.

He strolled into the pantry quietly and the sobs grew louder. He was temporarily blinded by the bright light but blinked repeatedly so his eyes could adjust.

And there you were, sitting cross legged on the floor while holding onto your big tummy.

"Shit-Whats wrong?" he rasped and squatted in front of you, holding onto your shoulders and looking over your features just to make sure nothing bad had happened to you.

"You hurt?" he asked and you shook your head no. "Is the baby ok?"

"Yeah" you cried. "The baby's fine"

Your face was tear-stained and your eyes a little puffy. The baby seemed fine, and you also seemed fine physically so what was the problem?

He positioned himself to sit behind you and placed his hands on your stomach from behind, rubbing it soothingly in hopes to calm you down. "Shhh," he cooed onto your nape softly.

Whatever he was doing seemed to work because, you had calmed down.

"This is gonna sound so stupid but-" you began talking "We don't have any of the food I'm craving!" You wailed in his arms.

Your husband's eyes widened at your mini rampage. He honestly didn't know where to start. "Listen I'll go get you some right now ok?"

He understood that your hormones were all over the place at the moment, so you couldn't control your emotions.

"I don't know why I'm crying so much over ice cream" you sobbed quietly "M'sorry Kat"

"Oi don't apologize for that alright?" He consoled you, still drawing soft circles on your enlarged stomach. "You've got our kid in there, and your hormones are all over the place right now"

He helped you up and guided you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around you and switching on the tv while he walked over to the door. " Call me if you need more stuff." he glimpsed back at you while searching for his cap.

He wouldn't want to be recognized by fans this late at night. Luckily there was a 24 hour convince store nearby your home, so he'd be back before you knew it.

He completed his look with a black face mask, not bothering to change out of his oversized tee and sweatpants.

"I'll be back" he stated, but before he left he made sure to glance at you once more to make sure you were ok but your eyes were glued to the tv screen.

He scoffed a smile as he closed the door and locked it. You had the spare key so it wasn't a problem. Off he was to the covience store.

He didn't take long, only about 15 minutes when the sound of his shoes and the opening of the door could be heard.

He headed over to you first thing and pulled out the food you've been craving the whole night.

"Thank you!" You beamed widely as you accepted it, already eager to open it. Katsuki exhaled a chuckle at your cuteness, flopping himself next to you on the couch and pulling out a tub of ice cream.

He brought another spoon for you in case you would want to taste some. You snickered at dramatic shows on the tv enjoying each others company.

Eventually Katsuki could feel the weight of your head on his shoulder. He peeked to the side to find you snoozing peacefully, some ice cream smeared across your lips and soft snores pouring from your nose.

He sneered back the grin that wanted to appear on his face, giving your stomach one last rub before getting you cleaned up and heading to bed.

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Izuku

"If I can just figure this out" Izuku mumbled from where he sat on the bedroom floor, holding his chin while he stared at the various papers scattered across the carpet.

He knew that you were fast asleep on the bed. You needed the rest as your belly grew each day, nourishing the little bean inside of you.

A shuffle from the bed made him freeze slightly. He didn't want to make any fast movements that would wake you up.

Once you had stopped moving he continued, but as soon as he turned his head away you called out to him.

"Izuku?" You rubbed your eyes "You still up?"

"Um-yeah I just had some work I had to finish" He rubbed the back of his head. feeling a bit guilty if he were the reason you woke up.

"Did I wake you?" He stood up and walked over to your side, leaning down behind you to rub your back.

"No you didn't do anything I just-" you sighed, not wanting to sound silly by telling him that you were craving something at such an early hour.

"Is it the baby?" he asked with slight panic, pulling the blanket down so he could come eye to eye with your stomach.

"Well yes and no"

He raised a brow in confusion.

"This is going to sound stupid but I'm craving some food " you looked at him apologetically.

"Hey" he held your hands and you turned around so your body could face him.

"Nothing you say is stupid" he smiled At you softly. "It's completely normal to feel what you're feeling and I don't blame you because you've got a whole life growing in there" his hands made their way to your stomach.

You smiled at how reassuring he was. This is exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place, he was able to make your troubles vanish just by flashing a smile.

"I'm going to drop some paperwork off at the agency anyway, so I'll get you some by the store alright?"

You nodded.

"Alright then, I'll be back soon" he placed a kiss to your cheek. "Do you need anything else?"

"I need you to eat it with me when you get back". You glanced at his tired features, he was working hard to make his agency successful but it was taking a toll on him.

He's more stressed than usual, and you only see him for a few hours a day because of his messed up sleep schedule. He promised that it would only be for this week, but it's only been 3 days yet you've been missing him like crazy.

He misses you too. He calls you everyday from work and sends a caretaker to look after you and the growing baby in your tummy while he's not around.

"Okay I promise"

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Shoto

He could feel you shuffling uncomfortably beside him. He was half asleep but woke up to check if you were ok.

"Love are you alright?" he rasped sleepily, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your belly. His hot breath tickling your neck as he spoke

"Yes I'm fine Shoto" you stretched your legs.

"Are you craving something?" He asked and you looked at him in bewilderment.

"H-how did you know that?"

"You were staring at pictures at it all day, so I figured you'd crave it at some point" he rubbed his eyes and yawned "You also mumbled it while you were sleeping"

You squealed in embarrassment, covering your face with the blankets. Could you have spoken about food while you were sleeping? You could barely even remember what you were dreaming about.

This only made Shoto laugh lightly, you had such a cute reaction and he just couldn't help it.

"I can order us some right now if you'd like?" You heard him shuffle towards the nightstand, and the light from his phone blinded you temporarily.

"What store is open at a time like this Shoto?"

"There's a twenty-four-hour convenient store nearby that delivers," he said nonchalantly, tapping away at his phone "Looks like they have more than enough"

He proceeded to buy so much of the item that it was out of stock. You scolded him for that but he didn't have much of a reaction

Eventually the items you were craving arrived and you sat onthe bed together, devouring them.

"You are so amazing" you groaned in delight, taking another delicious bite.

"Anything for you," he said with a half-full mouth, also enjoying the delicacy.

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Aizawa

"Shota" you whined, shaking the sleeping man next to you.

"Hm?" he answered almost immediately, meaning that he was probably awake for the whole time this early hour. You knew his insomnia bothered him, but he refused to take pills or anything like that because of the side effects they gave him the next day.

"Trouble sleeping?" He inquired cuddling up to you.

"Yeah I'm having really strong cravings right now" you sighed into his chest. "Insomnia keeping you up again?"

He hummed an agreement at your question, It was a bit difficult to cuddle with the little human between the two of you, but you were excited that soon you could meet your cute little chunk. Who hopefully won't cry throughout the night and keep you awake. You heard a conspiracy theory once that children could inherit that from their parents.

"Did you cry a lot as a baby?" You asked suddenly, playing with his hands that lay on your stomach.

"Never let my parents sleep a wink" he huffed, recalling the stories his mom would tell him. "My mom often called me the pub crawler"

You snickered loudly at that name "Pub crawler....seriously?"

You went silent and he knew you were up to no good "Don't even think about calling me that" he cut your thoughts off.

"You're no fun Shota"

"How would I take you seriously if you called me a pub crawler?" He deadpanned.

"I think it suits you considering you're up at this hour"

"Then I'm calling you a incubator"

Now it was your turn to deadpan. "On second thought I think Shota suits you better"

Shuffles could be heard from him when he slowly arose from your intertwined position on the bed. You pouted your lips at the sudden emptiness next to you.

"Maybe I could get some sleep if I get some fresh air outside" he rasped slowly, stretching as he put on his shoes "I'll go get your cravings from the store nearby"

"Let me go with you" you also sat up from your position but he halted you, placing the blankets nice and snug around your body while a chuckle of amusement left his lips.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm, but you need to rest"

"Party pooper as always" you rolled your eyes.

"I won't be long" he stepped out of the room, stopping in the middle of the doorway to wait for your reply.

"I'll see you then pub crawler" you smirked sheepishly before he breathed a chuckle and swiftly closed the door.

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Hawks

He had never panicked so much in his life.

He didn't even have time to think when he jumped out of bed shirtless with pajama shorts. Your soft sobs echoing in the living room downstairs. Luckily his feathers sensed your discomfort and that's what woke him up.

He jumped down the staircase gracefully, his wings making it possible for him to land softly.

His eyes caught your figure, sitting on the couch while the tv playing in the background. He walked up to you slowly, calling your name to not scare you by suddenly appearing.

"Keigo?" You sniffled and the couch dipped slightly next to you from his sudden weight. He hooked his arm under your legs from where he sat beside you, his other arm gently making its way to your back. You couldn't feel a thing when he lifted you into his arms. Cradling you on the couch as he also tried to figure out what was going on.

He smiled softly, sensing that it was just your hormones making you feel this way. "Is nugget keeping you awake?"

You nodded your head pointing to the tv. At first, he didn't understand what you were implying till he saw delicious food being made and eaten on the screen.

"Ah I have just the trick" he yanked out his phone, typing for a while before placing it down. "It should be here in about 20 minutes Peach"

He was expecting to see you smile and thank him for being the greatest lifesaver ever but was surprised to see tears still spilling out of your eyes as you looked away.

"C'mon talk to me" he clasped your chin so you could look at him.

The truth was that you felt bad for waking him up at such an early hour just for some food. You know very well that he has work tomorrow and he has to be up early.

"Keigo, I feel bad" you whimpered. For some reason, having a baby was making you cry at every single inconvenience. "I know you must be really tired from work and I'm over here ruining your sleep schedule for cravings"

"You have nothing to be worried about, you're waaayyy more important than work," he said making sure to exaggerate the way. "And if anything you're doing me a favor, I haven't been getting much food in because of everything that's been happening lately, so thank you"

He made sure to order some for himself so you could enjoy it together. Spending time with you and nugget makes him feel unstoppable.

"Being with you and nugget gives me extra strength to face the next day." He pecked you on the lips.

"I also think that your cravings might have affected me 'cause now I'm hungry" he deadpanned and giggled slightly.

He would do anything if it were to see that sweet smile all the time.

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nu11lar · 9 months

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𐚁֙࿐ secret affair?! toji fushiguro ︱ your dad hired a bodyguard to keep you safe, that only lead to you having a secret affair with him...

𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 ... mdni, secret affair, rough sex, petnames, teasing, backshots, withdrawal method, multiple spanks, dacryphilia, lmk if i missed any !

"ya daddy told me to keep you safe." a tall, bulky man stood in front of you with a shit eating grin crossing his lips.

what?

you weren't a kid anymore, why would you need one at this age? maybe your daddy would've done that earlier in your life, but who knows what he was thinking now.

"paid a pretty penny just for me to be here." he leaned down to you from his tall height, and his voice was deep and husky. you didn't say anything but cross your arms in disappointment by your father's decision, shooking your head in disapproval.

now you have someone sticking into you like glue in and out of the house, having to deal with his presence when he's waiting outside of the bathroom door while you do your business. always being near you during any type of situations really irritated you at first, but now you grew out of it. since you two slowly started developing a secret affair...

"i wonder what your daddy will say if he saw us doin' this..." a deep, sultry voice filled in your ears, he's completely breathless right now. holding you tightly by the hips and ramming roughly into your insides, your back arched prettily as your face was stuffed in the plush pillows of your bed, tears streaming down your soaked, flushed cheeks as a muffled hiccup escaped that slutty mouth of yours.

"gettin' to see that his lil princess is a slut for her bodyguard... wouldn't that be a scandal?" he huffed out, rolling his hips against yours as his cock took shape deep into your tight, wet pussy.

you whined in response, your nails clawing deep onto the pillows as your body shakes by each hip thrust that he makes. sniffles filled in his ears and he was in awe, a cheeky smile curling up his lips when he leaned close to your ear again.

"you cryin' ?" he asked teasingly, making you let out a soft groan,"s-shut up... just move already, toji... m' so sensitive right now.." you mumbled against the pillow before feeling a big hand harshly slap your plump ass, letting out a squirm.

"lemme just enjoy the view right now, then i'll fuck this pussy reaal good princess.." he cooed, giving your ass a good squeeze,"such a fuckin' slut... who knew we'll end up like this? you were ready f'me as soon as i came into your house, weren't you?" he asked, rolling his hips again as a warm up before giving you a deep thrust, making you let out a pornographic moan.

"not gonna answer aren't ya?" he chuckled before fully positioning himself, feeling thick and long fingers wrap around the back of your small neck and giving it a light squeeze,"seems like i have to fuck ya to give me an answer.." he spoke before giving you a thrust, your ass jiggling by each thrust and your thighs trembling while your pussy manages to handle every inch of his thick and long cock.

feeling every vein of his cock pulse inside your gummy walls, his fat tip kissing your cervix with each thrust and hip roll. muffled moans filling in the air of your bedroom as grunts and groans mixed in with your slutty noises,"t-tojii! too big... mmgh- can't take it much moree!" you whined, his hand keeping your head pinned down to the pillows.

"you can take it princess, show me how much of a good slut you are yeah?" he pumped his cock in and out of your hole, his other hand holding onto your hip as his nails dig into your sensitive skin. you were so wet, his cock sometimes slipped out of your pussy by itself, which made you embarrassed by it but toji didn't seem to care, although he did comment on it.

"hopefully this dick won't slip out of that wet pussy hm?" he grunted, ramming harder and harder into your abused hole, once he said that it turned you on a bit. causing your gummy walls to clench around him, a groan escaping his mouth as he threw his head back.

"mm fuck- you're turned on huh? huh babygirl?" he gave your ass another harsh slap, his dick hitting just the right spot in your pussy, your moans growing more vocal and louder by the second he starts hitting that g-spot. your walls clenched around him more, juices spilling out of that pussy which coated his shaft with your slippery juice.

"right there! ohh- shit... so fuckin' good toji! mm!" your words were muffled against the pillows, but toji could hear them clearly and perfectly,"you fuckin' like this slut? shit- i already know the answer to that..."

tears spilled out of your eyes, soaking the pillowcases and your cheeks. biting harshly against the pillows while you take that cock like his good girl. his thrusts got more inconsistent and sloppy, feeling to the edge of his and your orgasm.

"shit babygirl, m'gonna cum..!" he groaned as you let out a whine, he continued thrusting into you while you squealed out,"toji! m'gonna cum too! please... lemme cum in your cock!" you pleaded, your eyebrows furrowing in this overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"only that you used your manners, i'll let you cum on my cock princess." his lips parting into a smile, before feeling his cock being coaxed by your warm and slippery liquid. you let out a vocal moan as you creamed on his cock before toji immediately pulls himself out of your glory hole.

"gonna cum on that back aight?" his voice was raspy and breathless, you nodded in response as you still clawed your nails against the pillows while you waited for him to cum on your back. he stroked his cock a few good times, your slippery juices being used as a lubricant when he finally threw his head back and spilled out his sperm on your back.

"give my kid's a piggyback ride won't ya?" he said in a joking manner as his cum dripped down your back, making you let out an annoyed sigh. he watched as your body went fully limp and weak, your grip on the pillow slowly loosened as his grip on your neck loosened aswell, his cock dangling on your ass as he enjoyed the view of you being a hot mess.

"one day, i'll cum on that pretty pussy." he leaned into your ear, that sultry tone still present in his voice,"mm... not even a chance" you rested your eyes for a moment, letting the previous scenario slowly sink in into your memories. including with the other rounds and times you guys have done.

"oh just you wait princess..."

a/n: reblogs are much appreciated! 🙏🏻🩷

#toji x reader #toji smut

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tacticalprincess · 1 month

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cw: angst, emotional manipulation, dry humping until completion

being the poor little hostage könig is in charge of looking after… he feels annoyed and helpless, listening to you sob for hours. he’s sympathetic; he can see how cohabitating with someone of his caliber might be distressing after what you’ve gone through. even after years of experience he still isn’t quite sure how to deal with this part of his job— the emotion and human interaction part. he avoids making direct eye contact with you and speaks to you as little as possible, figuring you just need space to process. little does he know that everything he does, down to the way his eyes shift uncomfortably in his hood, makes you feel even worse, self conscious and isolated, just like you’d felt when you were kidnapped. you longed to be close to the man that saved you from the situation you thought you wouldn’t make it out alive from, and the rejection you felt from him was only making the crave worse. you’d do anything to get his attention…

he returns back to your guys’ temporary hideaway to find you in the same spot he left you, curled up in the corner of the bed. his heart hurts at the image you make. he stands awkwardly in the middle of the room holding a paper bag. "i brought food and… more tissues."

you break down at the sound of his voice, the first voice that hasn’t evoked a deep sense of dread and fear into you in weeks. you can’t see through the fog of tears in your eyes, but you hear the sound of heavy footsteps inching toward you, the crinkling of the bag being set on the creaky wooden table. a large, tentative hand is placed on your shoulder, and you can’t help but lean into the touch you’ve been craving.

“don’t… don’t leave again.” you plead brokenly.

“okay…” könig sounds startled. “what do i…?”

“can you just sit with me? hold me?”

he hasn’t held anyone the way he holds you since before he can remember. it’s hesitant and stiff at first, you leaning up against his broad chest, his strong arms wrapped gingerly around you. he softens up the longer you sit there, your face buried in his neck as your crying turns into sniffling, and eventually his warm embrace feels indistinguishable from that of someone you’ve known forever— a lover, even. he just makes you feel so safe and protected. it’s not your fault that your confused, touch-starved brain reads the situation as something that it’s not.

könig’s supposed to be the clear headed one. he should stop you when you start crawling further on top of him, he shouldn’t let you sit yourself in his lap. it’s inappropriate and he knows it, only a sick man would take advantage of a young girl in such a vulnerable state. but it’s not like he isn’t also in dire need of physical affection. if he just sits back and lets you take what you need from him to be comfortable, he isn’t doing anything wrong. right?

“i’ve been so scared, so lonely.” you reason with him as your hands feel around his broad biceps through his tactical gear. the more you discover about him, the more your admiration for him grows. your breathing has turned heavy, the warmth of könig’s body paired with the feeling of having a man so close to you for reasons that aren’t to hurt you, has your cunt aching between your thighs. you’re so screwed up. “i never thanked you for saving me.”

“it’s my job.” you can hear that he’s effected too, his accent thick and deep and strained underneath his mask. you bite your lip at the sound, your little hips growing a mind of their own as they start to rut against his crotch. the sensation of your sweet heat rubbing snugly against his is enough to lower any inhibitions könig has left. fuck, he hasn’t felt anything like it in so long. “we shouldn’t–”

“it’s your job to take care of me.” hot tears start to well up in your eyes at the mere thought of stopping. you lock your arms together behind könig’s head, clamping your thighs tighter around him so he has no choice but to let you continue. “please, i need this, sir. i know you want it too.”

he could easily fight you back if he wanted to. he’s much bigger, much stronger… but he doesn’t. his hands find your hips, and you make eye contact for the first time since he rescued you, only now his eyelids are heavy with desire. he’s just as desperate as you. you got what you wanted, his full attention on you. he uses his strength to guide your movements until what youre doing can’t be described as anything else but riding his clothed erection, the friction against your sensitive clit all too much for you too quickly.

you grind against him to the point of overstimulation, too fucked-out to decide wether you want to pull him closer or push him away. he ends up deciding for you, though, hugging you until you’re pressed chest to chest, succumbing to desire. you can feel the way his bigger body dwarfs yours as you use each other to get off. tears stain your soft, flushed cheeks as you cum, pushed over the edge by the sounds of his low pants and grunts, his pulsing cock underneath you. warm with the knowledge that you made him feel as good as you. you thanked him properly.

“i’m here, engelchen. ride it out.”

the feeling of you convulsing on his dick is enough to milk könig’s orgasm out of him soon after, dirtying his pants with hot, thick cum. he strokes your head and whispers soothing words in your ear, and it’s not until you’re fast asleep on his lap that the gravity of what he’d done settles in, shame washing over him in waves…

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earthtooz · 1 year

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warning for tooth-rotting fluff, minimal hurt/comfort, bakugou is clingy asf, i don't really like this but i had an idea... and tried to execute it... hope u enjoy regardless ! gn!reader

when bakugou katsuki embraces you, he is overwhelming, in all definitions of the word.

he is physically too much, with well-defined muscles that he uses to drape all over you; he floods every sense of yours and overwhelms you to the point that all you know is him him him for a few seconds.

you feel his scarily bulky arms circling around your body, you hear his breathing, his laughter, his voice in your ears, you smell the burnt caramel that follows him everywhere, and you see nothing but bakugou, who shields you from the outside world when he embraces you. you sink into him all the same, welcoming him in all of his overwhelming glory.

he could be standing behind you, his towering frame imposing and terrifying as his arm is wrapped around your shoulders.

you're trying to listen to your friend, really, you are, but all you know is bakugou bakugou bakugou because you feel his breath tickling your neck. you feel him tugging you closer to his frame, protective to his core as you try your best to act completely nonchalant about this.

it could be your monthly movie night with mina, kaminari, sero, and kirishima, and bakugou is all over you. as you're sat between his legs, he's resting his chin on your shoulder, arms circled around your waist as you feed him popcorn here and there.

he could be at his lowest, needing the safety that only your presence can provide, collapsing into you in an act of vulnerability and openness. even so, he overwhelms you. spread atop you with his limbs curled by your sides, he bends himself into you, breathing you in like fresh oxygen that circulates the tension from the day out.

it could be breakfast time. you're awake earlier than your temperamental boyfriend but twenty minutes into preparing the meal, you feel a pair of arms latch onto you and a warm body pressed against your back. it makes you sink into him, and the day becomes harder to start.

bakugou katsuki's embrace is overwhelming most when he's clinging to you, desperately encasing you in his arms as a method of keeping you with him. he's said some fucked-up things, derived from his fucked-up internal dilemmas which has manifested in your relationship, and now he's fucked-up big time when he watches the way your shoulders slump and back turn to him. you mutter that you're staying at your friend's for the night and he's by your side in the blink of an eye.

he holds you with an ulterior motive of trying to mould you into him, desperate to keep you where you are safe. the blond pleads for you to 'stay' with a cracked voice and heartache at the prospect of you leaving. he doesn't know if you'll return.

and if you don't, bakugou katsuki might not know what to do with himself.

when he embraces you, he is overwhelming because it is his way of saying 'please don't leave me'. you feel his arms and his pain, you hear his pleads and his sniffles, you smell the lingering scent of burnt caramel that you've come to adore so much.

you sense the love he pours upon you and so, with a deep inhale, you turn around in his arms and bakugou's shaking. he's shaking when he loosens his grasp for a moment before tightening it again.

tears stream down his cheeks and onto your hands as you hold his face. he visibly softens, eyelids drooping but never closing as to make sure you were still in front of him, comprehending only you, you, you.

"i'm sorry," he mutters. it's raw, genuine, but not enough.

you don't seem to think that way. "it's okay, katsuki. would you like some space?"

he shakes his head; slightly knotted hair moving with his frantic actions. "no, please, not from you."

"do you want to talk about it?"

it's less overwhelming now. whilst your tears dry and so does his, you talk. not only about what's bothering bakugou, but moreso about anything and everything. errands you needed to run tomorrow, the weird fan interaction he had today, and when you should watch the latest episode of the anime you're watching together.

he keeps a hand on you the whole time: tugging at your shirt, playing with your fingers, massaging the space in between your furrowed eyebrows to stop your forehead from creasing.

the pro-hero is reassured by knowing you're here, and that you're not leaving any time soon.

when it's bedtime, bakugou katsuki does not stop himself from reaching out for you, pulling you closer to him until there is hardly any space in between. then, he lays half his body weight over yours and the 'oof' you let out is unplanned, but not unwelcome because it causes you to laugh right after. he sinks a little more into you.

basking in the moonlight and the sound of your laughter, bakugou katsuki is content to embrace you.

in exchange for shamelessly taking his heart, bakugou believes it is only fair that he overwhelms you with affection and adoration.

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toruro · 5 months

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he gets me so high

kind of a follow up to this mingyu drabble but can be read as a stand alone

tags: smut (18+ / mdni), toxic relationships / friendships, pet names (pretty, baby), implied oral sex (m receiving)

w/c: 860+

a/n: no i CANNOT get enough of toxic bff mingyu. sue me ^^

your toxic best friend mingyu just wants you all to himself, is that so bad?

“hey gyu, remember that cool cafe i was talking about? i think i’m gonna go check it out with a friend tomorrow morning,” you tell him back while you're eating your favorite takeout at his place.

“who’re you goin’ with?” he asks casually. you don't notice the way mingyu has his eyes narrowed at you.

"seungcheol invited me, so—"

mingyu scoffs at you after you say that. asks you if you're serious, to which you respond confused with, “yeah, why?” you don't expect to be called a bad best friend. you don't expect to be told that he can't believe you'd done this to him. "i told you two days ago i wanted to check that place out with you, and you said that we'll do it together soon!"

you're a bit confused, because you don't remember that conversation happening, and mingyu is the one who tends to be forgetful, but then he looks at you with this big pout, buff arms crossed over his shoulders, and something in your heart just sinks. "sorry gyu," you tell him with a sigh of defeat.

and suddenly, there are tears in your eyes because the way mingyu had called you a "crappy best friend" reverberates in your skull. your throat clogs up with an ugly ball of hurt as you turn away, eyes stinging with unwanted tears. they're rolling down your cheeks—fat, dripping tears that stain your soft makeup—and you turn away because you just can't bear to have mingyu see you like this.

but then he's next to you, pulling away the hands that cover your face, and you wanna cry even harder when he cups your cheeks and looks down at you as you try and hold back your soft sniffles, whispering, "why're you cryin' baby? don't cry ..,, your face isn't meant for crying ..." so you cry harder because! what could mingyu possibly mean by that?!

and then he's pressing soft kissing into your cheek—his frame is so much larger than yours so when he holds you, it's almost as if he's boxing you in. boxing you in, to keep you in, to keep you safe, and then you realize that you feel so good in his arms—so warm, so loved, and then the tears keep coming because you're a crappy best friend, like mingyu said. you shouldn't deserve any of this!

but then mingyu is quick to cradle the back of your neck and tilt your head up so you can look at him, and he looks so pretty under the dim lighting ... looks so perfect.

mingyu tells you he didn't mean to make you cry. didn't mean to make you feel like shit ... he just wanted you to know how he felt! wanted you to know how much you mean to him!

so you nod along and agree ..,, you hug him close and tell him you're sorry for the nth time and then suddenly, his arms are around your waist and your hands slide under his shirt and then you're on his couch ...

"a-are you sure best friends are supposed to—oh, gyu—" you cut yourself off with your own, high pitched moan when his fingers brush over the sensitive nub of your clit. "—are you sure best friends do th-this?"

"'course pretty," mingyu says casually, rubbing lazy circles over your clit before sinking one finger into your tight hole without as much of a warning. your jaw slacks, breath hitching in your throat. "best friends make each other feel better ... right?"

"y-yeah," you stutter when he slips in a second, fat finger, curling them forward so they hit that one spot that mingyu knows has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"'m making you feel good, right baby?" mingyu asks you, using his thumb to rub against your clit as his fingers start to pick up their pace inside your hot cunt.

"re—really good 'gyu," you manage out between soft, breathy moans, before glancing over his body next to you and eyeing the large tent that rests between his legs. some kind of guilt overcomes you—mingyu's the best best friend you could've ever asked for ... so why is he doing all the work? "i—oh shit," you moan when his fingers jut just a bit deeper.

"like it?" he says over a breathy chuckle when you reach your hands over to try and palm him through his pants.

"yeah i—lemme suck you off," you tell him, circling one hand around his wrist to pull his fingers out of you, despite the way your pussy screams at you to be filled again. slowly, you slip off the couch and shift between mingyu's legs so that you're on your knees on the ground.

when you finally look mingyu in the eye, you wonder if it's the same person. he's got this bewildered look, glinting in his irises, and your cunt flutters in anticipation. quickly circling your palms over the cock through his pants, you smile slowly.

"lemme be the best best friend i can ... please 'gyu?"

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ashwhowrites · 6 months

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hello ash, your writing is lovely!! i was wondering if i could request reader being in subspace after a night out with a guy who didn't give her aftercare, so roomate!eddie makes her feel better? just like taking on the role of caretaker and telling reader that he'll keep her safe and just tucking her in and giving her cute, chaste kisses?

(this is totally self indulgent cos i was sent home after no aftercare and had to do it myself)

Aftercare has my heart. That's one of my favorites parts about being intimate with my partner, the pillow talk that comes after

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3

Small fluff blurb

Y/N tried to hold back her tears as she slammed the door. She cursed herself for even leaving the bar with that guy. She should have known a random hookup at a bar wouldn't be romantic or respectful in any kind of way.

She scoffed as she thought about how he rolled off of her and told her to be out by morning. The way he didn't bother to see how she was, just closing his eyes. He had the nerve to go to sleep while she sat there naked and vulnerable.

She felt alone, scared, and used. All she wanted was to feel good. But now she couldn't help but feel like an idiot. She felt like she did everything wrong and she wasn't even worthy of being taken care of. Was she a burden? Was it too much to ask for a soft cuddle afterward?

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She freely cried once she made it into her apartment. She slammed the door and ran off into her room.

Eddie was on the couch, a hand in a bag of chips when she ran past. He sat up worried, he dusted off his hands and followed behind her.

She was on her bed, lying on her side as she curled into a ball. She sobbed into her knees, her small dress riding up. Eddie could see the beginning of small hickies forming on her thighs.

"Oh, pretty girl." He cooed, walking over to the side of the bed. He kneeled, his face close to hers. He used his right hand to softly pet her hair.

"I don't wanna talk about it." She sniffled, and her red eyes looked at him. She looked so scared and hurt.

"Then we won't talk." He said softly, he stood up and removed his sweatpants. She watched him confused but didn't say anything. He gave her a trusting smile and took off her heels. Then he slid the sweatpants up her legs.

She sniffled but could feel the tears stopping. The comfort of her bare feet against her warm blanket. The softness of Eddie's sweatpants on her bare legs. Eddie grabbed her hands and helped her sit up. He nodded to her dress, and she got the hint. She reached behind herself and unzipped the dress, she stood up and let the dress sink. She stood in a bra, but Eddie's eyes stayed on her face.

"Good girl." He said softly, the praise warmed her stomach as she felt a small smile on her face. He walked over to her drawer and pulled out a small shirt.

"I'm going to turn around while you take off your bra and put this on, can you do that for me? It's okay if you can't." He asked, she nodded and took the shirt. Just as he said, he turned around but left his arm behind his back. His palm upwards gave her the chance to hold it if needed.

She couldn't help but melt at how nice he was. The way he was soft and easy with her.

"Done." She said quietly, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next. He turned around as she stared at him, blankly waiting for the next direction.

"Look at you! You did so well." He praised. "Let's go into bed and have some cuddles. I know you love cuddling before bed."

She nodded excitedly, moving onto the bed and slipping underneath her covers. Eddie turned off her lamp, crawling over her body as he settled next to her. He wrapped his arm around her, his lips next to her ear as he breathed against her.

The air hitting her ear and his arm wrapped around her made her feel safe. She didn't feel alone and she felt wanted. Why couldn't every guy know what she needed like Eddie?

"You're safe here." He whispered, he leaned forward and pecked her cheek.

And she believed him

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kisakis-boyfriend · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 28: Free Use (Dead dove; do not eat)

Pairings: Sanzu x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, hard dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Sanzu, free use, CNC, teasing, denial, use of the titles 'daddy' + 'master' + 'puppy' + 'whore' + 'slut', referring to Sanzu's ass as his 'cunt' + 'pussy'

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt List by: sakuyaserenitykira 🧡

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

While it was quite obvious that Sanzu was absolutely whipped when it came to you, acting as your pretty puppy boyfriend in public, no one knew the kind of arrangement that the two of you truly had going on behind the scenes

Affecting your relationship both in the privacy of your own home, and even in public whenever you were in the mood

Of course you made sure to have several safe words and signals set up, and you often turned off your scary dom persona to spoil Sanzu like a prized pet. These things were mandatory to keep your relationship healthy and make the moments where you were his mean master that much more fun

Moments such as the one yesterday morning when Sanzu was standing in the kitchen, still half asleep and wearing just your shirt and boxers while he waited for the toaster to pop up. He was completely oblivious to the footsteps behind him and it wasn't until a hand clamped over his mouth that he noticed the presence of another person in the room. Sanzu whined at the sudden contact, weakly shaking his head while you groped his ass. The boxers were harshly tugged down, exposing his pretty ass which you swiftly spanked, relishing in the muffled sob that escaped your pet

“Bend over, bitch. And hold your shirt up.” Your commanding tone rang out. Sanzu reluctantly leaned his torso on the countertop, pulling his shirt up to expose his hips and back just like you wanted. Another slap across his pretty cheeks earned another sob from your little whore, sniffling when you pushed him down roughly and smushed his face against the cold counter. Raising your other hand up to his pouty lips, which he refused to open up for at first. Squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head ‘no’ to the best of his ability

Not having the patience for disobedience this early in the morning, you slammed your hips into his hard enough to bang his knees against the cabinets, sending a chill down his spine when you uttered a cold, “Open.” Sanzu's lips trembled as they parted, quickly choking while your thick fingers filled his mouth and fucked it like you would do to his cunt

“Be grateful, slut. This is the only lube you're getting this morning.” The mean statement caused Sanzu to freeze up, salty tears beginning to blur his vision while he sucked on your fingers as well as he could. Making sure to coat them in as much saliva as possible before you shoved them deep in his ass. Sinking them up to your knuckles inside of his tight little hole while he bit down on his oversized shirt

After you had so graciously prepped him to your liking, you replaced your fingers with your fat cock, pushing past Sanzu's ring of muscles as he clenched around you hard. You groaned at the delicious feeling of his impossibly tight hole that seemed to suck you in despite his crying and attempts to squirm away. It didn't take long for you to empty your load within his warm walls, giving his ass one more stinging smack before you pulled out and left him there to shake and sob

Or perhaps moments like the time when you abruptly yanked Sanzu up off of the couch while you two were watching TV, pushing his slim body over the arm of the couch and dry humping him. “H-hey! Stop! Y/n...get off...” He screamed while trying to push you off, though it was ultimately useless since you were bigger and stronger than Sanzu, able to easily overpower the thrashing man below you and pin his arms behind his back while you used him like a toy

“Don't fight me, Haru. Just lay there and take it, yeah? ” You said, voice straining from how much using his body like this turned you on. His choked protest and the way his legs kicked at you feebly went straight to your dick, making you harder than ever while you thrust against his clothed ass. As your release approached you undid your pants and whipped out your dick, returning to humping at Sanzu's hole until you shot cum all over his back, some of the fluid getting in his messy pink hair that was strewn all over the couch where he lay

Sanzu felt disgusting afterwards, wanting nothing more than to go shower and clean your seed off of him. Instead, you forced him to sit in your lap for a while longer, grinding against your dick until it became hard again

And we certainly can't forget about all of the instances of using him in public. Perhaps the time when you sat in the back of a quiet cafe with your thick cock plugging up his little pussy, gripping his hips painfully to prevent him from leaving your lap. Sanzu moaned behind the mask covering the bottom half of his face, strands of pink hair falling in front of his face while you bounced him in your lap, causing his pretty lashes to flutter as he finally gave in and accepted his humiliation

A large load of hot cum filled his little hole while you bit down on his pretty neck to stifle your groans of pleasure. After you pulled out and allowed Sanzu to sit back on the plush booth your load slowly began leaking out of his ass, causing your boyfriend to whimper and blush while a few other customers glanced at him quizzically

Or perhaps the time when you ungraciously yanked Sanzu into a back alley during a walk home one night. Slamming him against the brick wall while your fingers dug into the soft flesh of his neck and shoving your knee between his legs. “Such a pretty little thing, I guess I just can't control myself, baby. I need to fuck you in some dirty alley where you belong~ ”

“N-no...please daddy...” His shaky voice pleaded with you, though the way his dick twitched against your thigh proved otherwise, as did the little smile creeping onto his face. You couldn't help but smirk at how obvious he was sometimes

There were also the countless times where you forced Sanzu onto his knees and used his wet mouth like a cocksleeve, ignoring his gagging noises or the way his eyes rolled back into his skull when the tip hit the back of his throat roughly. Preventing him from pulling away for air until he had nearly passed out

As well as the many times when you pushed him down on some surface or pulled him into your lap and stroked his dick for hours, forbidding Sanzu from cumming or else you'd have to really hurt him for not listening. His entire body trembled within your grasp while gross squelching noises filled the room from your ruthless edging

Certainly not forgetting all of the times when you bent Sanzu over any and every surface available to violate his little hole whenever you needed some relief. Not caring whether he came or not and simply taking the pleasure that you needed to push yourself over the edge, always leaving a wet mess within his ass or painted on his soft skin

And of course, after every painful, rough session, your voice softened as Sanzu's tears were wiped away by gentle hands. Sweet praises and an ‘Are you ok?’ while (e/c) eyes met his own, searching for any signs of genuine discomfort. A soft kiss pressed to his lips followed by a tight embrace, your hands carding through his pretty hair to help him relax after something so intense

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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piichuu · 6 months

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♡ DAYLIGHT - IN HIS ARMS AGAIN

OCTOBER 26TH

11:29PM

when nanami kento arrives at your apartment, you’re already standing outside the door, visibly waiting for him. you’re dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie to keep you warm while you’re struggling to stand up straight, most likely due to the amounts of alcohol you’ve been drinking.

“you should not drink so much,” he speaks, putting an arm behind your back to lead you back into the apartment, closing the door behind the two of you.

you’re quiet as he takes off his shoes, but when he looks back at your face, he can see the tears that have began to form in the corners of your eyes. “i miss you…” you mumble and nanami sighs, not knowing what to do about the tears that are now running down your cheeks. but eventually, he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you in for a hug.

it’s been months since you were last held in his embrace, and finally being able to be so close to him is what causes you to sob into his chest while clinging onto him with all your might. the last time you hugged him was when he’d broken up with you, and even if you might never get back together, just being able to be with him like this helps your heart heal just a little.

“i miss you too, sweetheart. but you know we can’t-“ “i know,” you hiccup, holding onto his shirt to stop him from leaving, even though he isn’t trying to. “just-just please stay for a little bit…”

nanami nods and strokes a hand through your hair. this is wrong, he is aware of that. but seeing you in such a state, he can’t just leave you alone. he needs to be here for you, he wants to be here for you.

“i wish we could-we could be together,” you sniffle while holding onto the blonde. he sighs and rests his chin on top of your head, trying to keep his own feelings at bay. “i know, but we can’t. you need to be safe, and you can’t be that if you’re with me.”

oh, how bad he just wants to tell you that you can get back together again, but he can’t be selfish, not when it comes to you. he’s not gonna allow you to be a reason for curses to kidnap you for the sake of making plea deals with nanami. of course, he would always choose you, but he doesn’t know what you would be put through.

the best choice would be to quit being a jujutsu sorcerer, it’s not like he hasn’t contemplated it at least a thousand times, but it’s his job to protect others. he does however not expect you to wait for him as it might take years to quit, so he has tried to tell himself that you’ll find someone else that will make you happier, but is that really the truth when you get yourself drunk because of how much you miss him? does he actually want you to find someone else?

“can you at least stay the night?” you ask, looking up at him with watery eyes and there is no way he can say no when you gaze at him like this. he knows you’re drunk, but staying the night doesn’t mean staying in the same bed, so if you want to kick him out in the morning, he will be fine with it.

“yes, okay. but we won’t be sleeping in the same bed, i’ll be on the couch, alright?” he says, causing you to flash him a pout but you eventually give in and nod. “fine.”

you soon grab his wrist and pull him into the living room. he is a strong man, but he would allow you to take him anywhere without saying a word. he will never struggle against the tight grip that he could easily get out of. “you don’t-don’t have a girlfriend, right?” you hiccup and nanami chuckles as the two of you sit on the couch.

“of course not,” he confirms and you audibly let out a sigh of relief, leaning against the man beside you. “can we ever be together again?” you ask, clutching his shirt in your hands.

nanami looks towards you and flashes you a sad smile. “perhaps, but not now,” he speaks so quietly that it almost becomes difficult to hear, but his words reach your ears and hearing the harsh truth crushes your heart. all you would’ve wished for was to be able to be with him, but for now this will have to do.

TEN | MASTERLIST | TWELVE

PAIRING: nanami kento x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: nanami thought he did what was best for y/n when he broke up with her, but he could not have been more wrong. he isn’t making it better when he accidentally sends her a follow request and doesn’t even realize.

WARNINGS: mentions of being drunk

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princessbrunette · 6 months

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kinktober : oct 28th

miguel o’hara x use of the safe word

it was something he never wanted to happen. he’d been so careful beforehand.

he should have known, from the strained pitch in your voice, and the way your spine tensed. this is why i fucking — this is why i shouldn’t be taking you from behind, i can’t watch your face, can’t keep an eye on you. what was i thinking? would run through his head shortly after the word burst from your swollen lips, fighting to keep your cheek off the mattress. he froze completely.

“pink!” you cry, like a real desperate cry — like you’d been wanting him to realise by himself that you were too sensitive, too sore to continue. that’s what really got him, the fact that he should know. he knows you well enough, he should know your limits. he couldn’t believe his lack of restraint, that no amount of spidey-sense could have saved the moment when he was buried in your sweet, tight cunt.

he draws out of you slowly, catching his breath. “i’m… i’m sorry.” he speaks solemnly. watching the way you curl onto your side, legs trembling. “what do you need, love? can you talk to me?” his voice is as kind and soft as he can get it, itching to reach out and place his hand on your back like he usually would when he’d comfort you.

a muffled, small voice comes from you a moment later. “just need you here.” you don’t look at him, but instead reach out for him and he sighs in relief, happy you didn’t want him to leave you alone. he would have obliged of course, but felt worse about it all. he can make it up to you now.

“yeah.” he agrees in response, quickly — and you can hear the relief in his voice. as easily as lifting a cushion or a blanket, miguel lifts you and pulls you onto his lap where he’s sat on the bed, cradling you close to his strong bare chest, letting you ground yourself with the familiarity of it. when you look up at him, he’s looking down at you already— a line between his eyebrows from his frown. you sniffle, bursting into tears. “hey.” he coo’s eyebrows raising up transferring the line horizontally across his forehead. “no más lágrimas, mamacita.” he shushes with a gentle sigh, upset with himself. “you’re safe here.”

“i know i just—” you sniff, violently wiping at your eyes with shaky, limp wrists. “i feel bad. tried to hold out f’you and be good. wanted you to carry on feeling good cos’ i know you were really into it and i ruined—”

“nononono—” miguel cuts you off, pulling your hands from your face and cupping it, holding it still. “sweetheart, you must never do that, okay? could hurt yourself. i’m only enjoying myself if you’re enjoying yourself. that’s how this works.” he’s stern, but for once careful of his tone as to not disturb you further in such a vulnerable state. he shifts you a little where you sit on his leg, being wary of accidentally stimulating or irritating your sore private area. "¿entiendes?" he wipes your tears.

“mhm.”

“well done, sweet girl.” he strokes the back of your head, pulling you back into his chest. in a quieter voice, the first inkling of fear you’ve ever seen miguel demonstrate, he speaks again. “are you hurting?”

“just sensitive.” you reassure honestly, nuzzling your cheek against his warm skin. you feel him deflate in relief slightly. after a quiet minute of him holding you, he speaks — and yet it somehow feels like it’s directed more at himself, like he’s thinking out loud.

“when i’m taking you… especially like that… i forget that i’m so…” you hear him run a hand over his 5 o’clock shadow.

“big?” you suggest honestly, walking fingers along his chest. you feel him shrug modestly.

“i suppose that’s an adequate description.” he goes all formal like he usually does when feeling confronted or nervous. you weakly giggle, looking up at him through lashes and he looks down at you, unable to wipe the worried and embarrassed expression off his face in time.

“it’s not a bad thing, mig. not at all.”

“i hurt you.”

“you didn’t. i’d just had enough.” you stare up determinedly and he backs down, pressing his lips together and staring off into the distance. when you continue to watch him he softens a little more, running a thumb over your cheek again.

“mi chica.” he whispers and you kiss his palm. “i’ll be better.”

he doesn’t need to be.

#miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara prompt #miguel o’hara smut #kinktober 2023

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dreamescapeswriting · 18 days

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Stray Kids || You're Friends And He Finds Out You Have A Praise Kink [Male Reader]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2024

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SKZ X MALE!Reader

A/N: My first male reader piece I hope it's okay for you all! <3

CHAN:

"I'm glad I've got a friend like you around," Chan said as he watched you going to grab his laptop from his desk in his office, the two of you were working late on a project that was due tomorrow, even though it wasn't your project you were down to help your friend.

"I'm always here, you know that," You said as you carefully placed his laptop down,

"You're a good boy," The words slipped out with ease from Chan without thinking and his eyes widened a little as he turned around to look at you, you were a nervous wreck, backing up and stumbling a little as you walked to your desk.

"YN! I'm sorry, it just slipped out." He admits as he walks back over to you, smiling a little as you try to hide how embarrassed you were,

"I didn't know you had a praise Kink," He smiles, showing off all his teeth as he watches you,

"Shut up," You whine a little, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole at this point,

"Nah it's cute!" He smirks at you, rubbing your shoulder softly,

"My good boy." He winks before heading back to his desk while you try to decode what that wink would have meant.

MINHO:

"You come here every week?" Minho asked as the two of you walked through the cattery you'd been volunteering at for about a month now, you smirked at him and nodded.

"Yeah, I love getting to come and look after the cats." You admit with a warm smile, that it was one of your proudest things you were doing lately and it was safe to say you were happy with yourself.

"He's one of the best we have working for us!" A friend yells from behind the counter, your body heating up as you roll your eyes at her and sigh,

"She's being too nice." You mumbled a little and headed to the backrooms where you could show Minho all of the cats you'd been looking after,

"I think you're great, you're always doing such great things, Yn." He praised, your body shivering a little which didn't go unnoticed by Minho who smirked to himself,

"You're a good boy," He added, watching closely for another reaction out of you, you were stammering trying to think of something to say and Minho knew he had something knew to tease you with.

"Don't be shy, you know you don't have to be with me," He chuckles softly as you groan, rolling your head back and trying to ignore him.

CHANGBIN:

At first, Changbin had been caught completely off guard when he noticed how much you enjoyed being praised, and not just by him but by others as well and he had made it his mission to praise you as much as he could.

"You're a good boy, you know that right? Everything you do is so great," Changbin told you and you froze in place, you were unsure if he meant it in a good way or if he was teasing you to be mean about it and it was starting to annoy you.

"You don't have to tease me, I get it, you think it's weird," You grumbled a little making Changbins heart drop, the last thing he wanted was for you to think he was being harsh about it,

"Yn, no...I-I just-"

"If it makes you uncomfortable I'll stop coming around," You sniffled a little and Changbin grabbed your hands, shaking his head at you

"No, don't. I like having you around. I was just having a little fun." He smiled weakly at you, realising clearly this hadn't been fun for you,

"At my expense," You mumbled and Changbin smiled weakly,

"No more, I promise." He held out his pinky for you and you locked it with your own.

HYUNJIN:

Ever since Hyunjin had discovered your praise kink he'd done nothing but tease you about it, lightly of course since he didn't want to annoy you with it or make you feel uncomfortable,

"What a good boy you are," Hyunjin praises as you bring him his dinner for the night, you stare down at him while holding the plate and raise an eyebrow at him. At first, it would send you into a frenzy hearing the words come from Hyunjin but now it didn't faze you.

"Do you want to eat this or do you want to wear it?" You questioned sternly, Hyunjin's smirk dropping as he nodded.

"Eat it, please." This time it was your turn to smirk as you stared down at him,

"You like being bossed around, Hyunjin?" You teased, placing his plate down on his lap and rubbing the top of his head,

"Be a good boy and eat," You chuckled walking off and leaving him alone, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly.

JISUNG:

You'd been beating yourself up all day about a presentation you'd given that morning at work and Jisung could tell it was getting to you a lot so he ran out at lunch to get you all of your favourite snacks for work.

"I got everything," He tells you as he places them all onto your desk, creating a mini picnic for you as you stare at him confused,

"You did a great job today, I wanted to make sure you knew that," You smiled weakly as you looked at everything in front of you.

"You did a good job, I'm proud of you." He told you as he rubbed his hand up and down your arm, a small whimper leaving your throat at the sudden praise from him. Jisung smirked a little as he watched you closely you did your best to act as though it hadn't sent your body into a frenzy with a simple sentence.

"You okay?" He arched a brow at you, and you nodded, your breath catching in your throat and smiled weakly.

"Not used to compliments," You both knew it was a lie but Jisug just nodded at you,

"Well, get used to it. You deserve every bit of praise coming your way," He smirked putting an emphasis on "praise" before heading back to his own desk.

FELIX:

Felix was caught off guard when he realised that you had a thing for praise and he started to use it all of the time with you, it had started as a way to tease you softly but as he continued to do it the more he liked to praise you for things. The two of you would eventually praise each other and Felix discovered he had a thing for it as well,

"Good job, proud of you," Felix whispered in your ear as you sat down beside him after giving a presentation in the office, your heart had been racing before but now it was working overtime to battle the praise and how close Felix had been to you.

"You too," You chuckled, looking at him with a smirk as you noticed his cheeks were starting to turn a slight pinkish colour.

"Good boy, Lix," You wink at him as he goes up to give his presentation next, his cheeks still pink as he watches you from the front of the room.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin had been excited to use it every single chance he had, he was cocky with it too, not caring if someone else heard him calling you his "good boy" or even if the boys would tease him for it. He enjoyed teasing you and it was something he did on a daily, today was no exception except you'd wised up to what he was doing and you were going to take a stand for yourself.

"Can you be a good boy and go and get me a drink?" He arched a brow at you as you shivered, slowly rising from the sofa and heading toward the kitchen he smirked a little, knowing he had you wrapped around his finger.

"Being cocky with it will get you nowhere!" You called out to him as you caught the smirk on his face, turning to face him as his cheeks flamed a bright red colour.

JEONGIN:

"You never cease to amaze me," Joengin exclaimed, his words dripping with sincerity. You and Jeongin were walking home after a particularly long day from work, it had been stressful and everyone had been under an immense amount of pressure but you'd somehow kept your cool.

"The passion you have for your work is inspiring, you're so great at everything you do," The small praise from him sent your whole body into a spiral, your stomach flipping as you stumbled over what to say to him.

"T-Thanks, Innie," You mumbled a little,

"I appreciate it." You added with a stutter which didn't go unnoticed by Jeongin who stared at you, noticing that your usual calm exterior was replaced with a slight unease.

"You like it when you're praised?" Jeongin smirked, you knew that smirk all too well he used it whenever he teased you,

"N-No! No!" You yelled before the smirk took over completely,

"What a good boy you are," He chuckled softly, rubbing your back as you pushed him off, rolling your eyes a little at him as you knew you were never going to get him to drop this.

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gtgbabie0 · 10 months

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hiii, so i have a request, i keep thinking about how hard it was for spencer reid in high school and growing up cause he didn’t have any friends and the only person he could rely on was his mom who wasn’t very stable😭so i wanted a fic where the reader and spencer a best friends but he’s in love with her and it’s in the first seasons, and the reader just kind of brings up how brave he is and comforts him and he’s just overwhelmed because no one actually paid attention to that and confesses to her and they kiss and stuff<33 btw i love your work and how you write🫶🏻

-Spencer Reid x Reader

{Friends to lovers with Spencer}

Sorry, this took forever my love! College has been keeping me very busy. This request made me so soft pls I love him sm!! I hope you enjoy lovelies! 💕

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It is late into the night when Spencer calls you, the thought of staying home alone is far too daunting for him to handle tonight and without a single complaint, you pack a small bag together and drive to his apartment.

Spencer still, after all these years of friendship can’t believe you always come all the way over to his place just for him, without expecting anything in return. You can tell by the look that paints his face when he opens the door, just how he’s taken back he is as you offer him a warm smile.

“I’m sorry I- I just. I couldn’t do it” he tries to explain, as if he needs to justify his reason for calling you. He struggles to find the right words to perfectly describe how he’s feeling right now, the odd ache that captures his chest entirely, a feeling that seeps into his bones and leaves him unsettled.

He closes the door behind you, locking it, as you drop your bag on the wooden floor next to his shoes, “It’s okay Spence, honestly. I don’t mind you know that” You smile at him, a sweet sight that melts his heart.

You’ve always been so kind to him something that Spencer didn’t think was reserved for him, for whatever reason. He was used to it and as horrible as that sounds it’s the truth. He’s used to people's unkind opinions about him, how they always seem to nitpick at his insecurities. That was his life growing up, especially in school.

Then he met you, incredible, beautiful you who left him star-struck. Spencer wasn’t used to having someone like you in his life, someone who always seemed to put him first and cared about him with this unconditional affection, and it often led him to feel as if it were some kind of joke that he wasn’t in on.

However, he quickly learned that that was far from the truth. It was the first night he opened up about his mother and in return you gave him your shoulder to cry on without any kind of judgement, Spencer practically felt all his walls crumble and in their wake came a warmth he hadn’t felt in a very long time. It was safety, you made him feel safe.

You look over at him noticing the way his eyes glisten with tears and you can’t help the blocky feeling that wedges itself in the back of your throat, you open your arms out to him, an offer he wouldn’t ever turn down.

Spencer wraps his arms around you tightly as if you might disappear into thin air. He lets his head fall upon your shoulder, a deep sigh escaping him as your hands soothe against his back. You’ve always had a way of making him feel completely at peace, despite the seemingly permanent stress cloud that hangs above him recently.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You whisper as he sniffles against you, his shoulders shake beneath your hold ever so slightly and it causes a sudden pain to seize your heart, the type that has your chest tightening.

He takes a moment to ponder your question, “Maybe later? I just- it’s been a long week” he mumbles against your shoulder and in return you whisper a small ‘okay’ and Spencer sighs with relief, forever thankful for your patience.

The pair of you soon find yourselves sitting on his loveseat, empty take-out boxes sitting on the coffee table as Spencer is completely engrossed with the way you colour in your colouring book, in all honesty, Spencer could study you for hours and never find himself bored.

“It looks really good” he comments with a hushed tone as he closes the book he was reading, although he hadn’t even finished the first sentence let alone the chapter, far too enchanted by how you add vitality to the once colourless page, bringing the drawing of the Dolphins to life.

You look up at him with a bright smile through very tired eyes, “Thank you, Spence. Dolphins really are beautiful creatures” you state and he hums in agreement as you continue to shade them with a darker blue, a small yawn escaping you.

A certain peace blankets over the pair of you and it’s as if nothing outside of his apartment matters. The clarity allows Spencer's mind to drift, thinking about what it would be like to be with you, to come home to you, sleep next to you. He wonders if you’ll stay even though the nights where he all does is toss and turn if you’ll keep the nightmares at bay. He loses himself in what life would be like with you, a recurring thought.

“Penny for your thoughts sir?” You giggle, noticing the way he seems so deep in thought.

He clears his throat, racking his brain for a fact about dolphins but it’s hard when he’s so focused on you, “Oh umm-” he frowns before finally, the words began to fall effortlessly from his lips.

“Did you know, Dolphins have more brain capacity than humans, Their brains weigh 1600 grams to our 1300 grams. Dolphin brains also have a complex neocortex, which is the part of the brain that allows you to be self-aware and solve problems.” He lists off as if it were as easy as breathing and to Spencer it is.

He watches with pride blooming through his chest as your eyebrows lift with shock, “I actually didn’t know that, I suppose they don’t have anything on your IQ of 187 though” You smile, putting away your colouring book as you rub at your sleepy eyes.

“That and I guess it has something to do with me being human” he chuckles, helping you put away all of your many felt tips.

Spencer looks over at the clock, guilt immediately seeping into his heart. It’s gone past twelve am and he knows you have work tomorrow, it was selfish of him to ruin your sleep schedule just because he had a bad day, and just like that, he finds himself deep within his own self-sabotage.

It’s almost annoying how quickly you pick up on it, “You are just human Spencer, I think you forget that sometimes” You smile kindly at him, reaching for his hand and his breath hitches slightly at the sudden warmth.

“I’m sorry for keeping you so long” he whispers, fiddling with the loose thread of his sweater, “You’ve got work tomorrow and I kept you here I just-” You don’t give him time to continue, knowing it’ll just end up with him talking poorly about himself.

“-Spencer, I can just call in sick but that’s not the point, I’m here because you needed me and I’ll be here for however long you want,” you tell him, squeezing his hand slightly as you brush your thumb over his knuckles.

He doesn’t know what to say or do, his mind rushes with so many words he wants to say, yet all of them seem to be stuck in a ball in the back of his throat.

“What- what if I- what if I need you forever?” He whispers, eyes not daring to glance at yours the fear of rejection still captures him even if he knows that you would go to the ends of the world for him.

“Then I’ll be here forever silly,” you tell him, inching closer to him.

Spencer thinks his heart might just burst out of his chest, years of emotions building up inside him and despite everything he’s seen and been through this might just be the scariest feeling he’s ever felt.

“What is it?” You whisper, and he looks at you with so much emotion in his eyes it’s hard for you to read.

“I’m scared” his voice quivers as he bites back the tears that cling to his eyes, rubbing them away before they have time to fall, “What if I can’t do this?”

It's the truth he's terrified of loving you for so many reasons, he could sit there for hours listing them off, but they all seem to boil down to the thought of losing you, his solace in the crazy world.

Your eyebrows thread together as you move closer to him, you don’t really know what he means.

“Spencer Reid, you are the bravest person I know. I mean you’ve been through so much Spence and despite that, you’re still so selfless” you tell him, wiping away his tears with your sleeve.

Spencer knows he loves you, he’s known for a very long time, and now sitting here with you as you pour your heart out his feelings only triple. You're so close he can sense your body heat radiating off of you, and with the sudden closeness comes that all too familiar sickly feeling that spreads through his chest.

“Whatever it is you’re scared to do, I’ll be here through it all”

You smile when he finally looks up at you, forehead resting against your own as both your hearts pick up in pace. The butterflies in his stomach are all too prominent because, goodness you're so close to him, and he can feel your gentle breath fanning along his cheek.

His nose brushes against yours as you press your lips to his own, his tears wetting your own face, completely overcome with emotions as he leans into you chasing after your warmth as he kisses you back, something that surprisingly comes so easy to him.

“I love you in ways that terrify me” he whispers against you as you brush his hair away from his eyes, “I’ve loved you for a very long time” he confesses with a shaky sigh.

“Spencer-” you can’t help but let out a breathy giggle, “I love you too” and it doesn’t take long for you to kiss him again, excitement snuffing out the doubt in his mind. You both smile against each other's lips, the kiss breaking as you do so.

His heart has never felt so full before, content as you rest against him. Just as it should be.

“Can I ask you something?” You wonder, sitting up slightly as he nods with a small ‘Anything’

“How long?” You chuckle when he blushes, his cheeks adorned with a deep red colour.

“Longer than I care to admit” he whispers clearing his throat.

“So- how long is that?” Ah yes, you and your persistence.

“Since we were seventeen” he whispers so quietly that you can barely even hear him, and if you weren’t sitting so close you don’t think you would have heard him.

“Seventeen?” You ask as he nods, solidifying his answer and, if he’s completely honest, he doesn’t want to know your answer but yet that doesn’t stop him from asking, ‘What about you?’

You feel your face heat up dropping your head to his shoulder as you mumble a quiet, ‘Fourteen’ Your answer confuses him as he tilts his head slightly to try and look at you.

“Fourteen? We didn’t even know ea-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence as you run off into the bathroom excusing yourself as he holds back a chuckle.

He decides to let it go for now, you can’t exactly hide in the bathroom forever and he knows he’s got a long time to talk to you about it so for now he’ll bask in this prideful feeling, knowing he’s been the one to hold your heart for years and many more to come.

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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alright girlies this time hurt/comfort but turns to pure love making aka smut au for emotional hurt lo’ak sully? definitely yes ): — wc 1.8k

warnings – agedup!loak, my baby lo’ak is insecure, kinda angsty, kissing, switch lo’ak, sub lean lo’ak, making love, riding, mention of crying, agedup lo’ak. that’s it?? if i left anything lmk <3

“take me, have me in you.” — lo’ak sully (⨳)

you’re sat on top of your mate, straddling him while lo’ak was sat on the hammock, securely having his hands on your hips. “lo’ak.” you call for him, your heart aching when his eyes don't meet yours.

you place your small hand on his cheeks and guide him to look at you, “look at me,” you breathe. “please?”

and he does, but that only hurts your heart more. lo’ak was on verge of crying, eyes sparkling with tears. he opens his mouth to speak but closes them when his throat tightens.

why are you worried? you don’t deserve him.

“whoever said that are assholes yeah? you’re not a freak.” you tell him, reminding him what has happened with the metikanyan boys and how they made fun for him having fiver fingers.

he shuts his eyes, leaning more to your warm hands and taking a deep breath. “they’re so jealous you’re different.” you try again, “besides, your father is also…” you watch him shake his head, denying your comfort.

“it’s different princess, so different.” he speaks softly, “my dad is olo’eyktan and i’m nothing.”

no you’re not, no you’re nothing lo’ak. you wanted to say but it only fell on deaf ears. instead you pulled him for a hug, pulling him close to you, feeling him hide his face by the crook of your neck.

his hands wrap around your waist, holding you close to him before he lets a soft cry out. lo’ak only needed you right now, only wanted you to hold him when he cries his pain on you. “you’re okay, cry it out.” you tighten your hold on him.

you knew lo’ak was strong and never was the person to show his emotions, but this was too hard. things are new to all of you sully families since the clan was not yours and it was hard for lo’ak to adjust.

you keep holding him close as he cried.

after what felt like a while, lo’ak sniffles almost quitely and leans back, eyes kinda puffy and pupils blown. “i love you, i love you so fucking much.” he suddenly says, wanting you to know you’re everything to him.

you smile, only humming and getting to action.

lo’ak watches you how your lashes flatter and close before you’re leaning and pressing your forehead to his. “i see you.” his amber eyes takes your beauty, ready to devour your lips as your voice out those beautiful words.

you smile when he suddenly pressed his lips to yours, lips curving and kissing him back. lo’ak never used words, only actions are important to him.

“thank you for trusting in me and loving me.” he suddenly says, breaking the kiss and making you frown. “don’t thank me lo’ak, there is no ne—“ he cuts you off.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, as if he just didn’t kiss you now. you nod, brining your dainty hands to his braided locks.

warmth pooled within you as he pressed his soft lips on yours, mouth opening and tongue tieing. he sighed, the precursor to a moan, and you could feel him hardening under you and brushing to your thigh.

lo’ak whimpers to the kiss when you tug on his hair, him also digging his short nails on your hips. “you’re safe with me.” you tell him once you break the kiss.

“i’ll take care of you.” lo’ak only watches you, eyes already hazy and brain hooded with comfort, love and lust.

he watches how you start to rock your hips against his, gently grinding on his fully grown bulge. lo’ak catches how your lips get trapped in your teeth, trying not to moan or show how desperate he was for you.

lo’ak’s lips sought to yours again, this time rougher and reeled with hunger. your eyes slightly widen when you feel him sneak his hands to your back, starting to untie your loincloth tied on your tail.

once he makes sure he did, he pulls it off from your hips and signals you to raise your hips up so he could slide them away. lo’ak successfully removes it and you gasp when your wet cunt gets exposed.

“need you.” he says, taking the advantage of you straddling him and opening his legs wider for your pussy to be bare for him. you whine, feeling the cool air hit you down there and feel his fingers cold, spreading your folds.

anticipation steadily rose when his fingers starts to slide, stroking your clit between his fingers. “show me,” you gasp, “show me what that extra finger does.” lo’ak was surprised, eyes trained and finding you so fucking attractive, he was watching you moan when he flicks your nub.

you demanded and he served.

lo’ak was only silent when his finger eased inside your tight hole, watching your lips pout and open in pleasure for his feelings to boost.

you gasp and hold onto him, hands holding on his arms and hips bucking. lo’ak groans when you squirm causing his finger to slip out of you. “don’t move baby.” he says and free hands hold onto your hip.

your jaw drops as you let a long yet quite moan out.

unsteady legs becoming weak and trying to close but his thighs being barrier was frustrating. “lo’ak,” you mewl when he curls his finger inside you, stretching you more for him so it could be easy when he fucks you.

once lo’ak feels your slick to leak out of you, he slips his finger out. “need to be inside you.” he quickly says, and you only watch him move, but before he does take his loincloth off, you stop him and hold on to his wrist.

your eyes dance on his fingers that were shining with your slick. “open your mouth.” you say and lo’ak looks at you before opening his lips and you don’t miss how he growls when you push his fingers into his mouth.

you taste so sweet on his tongue, if he didn’t want to fuck you right now? lo’ak would have simply buried himself between your thighs, eating you out like no tomorrow. “good boy.” you try to hide your shock when he is staring at your soul, whimpering as his ears flattened against his hair and slightly biting on your hand.

oh so he have a thing for being called ‘good boy’?

right after he removed his cloth and was bare in front of you, you slid your hand back down to his front. lo’ak was looking at you in awe, heart racing as he watched you raise yourself up and guide his throbbing dick to your heat.

it was euphoric. lo’ak felt euphoric when your walls took him in, giving him a home to rest and set his pain and frustration in. the sound of your pussy, the sound while you slide down on his cock made his inside twist.

“princess.” he hissed, not being able to help when you clench on him unintentionally. he pupils were blown wide, eyes staring at you wide when your face twists with every detailed pleasure and emotions.

“…oh fuck, baby.” lo’ak’s breath hitches when you start to move against him, pulling yourself up with his help before he slid you down on him.

“you feel so good.” you mewl but lo’ak doesn’t respond verbally, fucking pulling you on top of him, knocking your breath. he doesn’t miss how your clit ghosts his pelvis and grunt at your state when he looks down between you.

oh eywa you’re so beautiful and mesmerizing.

your wetness smearing all over his thighs and pelvis. “lo’ak.” you moan, one hand holding his shoulder for support when the other grips on his braided locks and threw your head back.

lo’ak uses the advantage, leaning to capture your nipple and suck on it tensely. your moan signals him you’re almost there and so was he. the pain when you pull harder on his hair cause him to moan to your breast and you whimper.

his inside were full of explosives and he was happy, licking on your nipple before blowing an air on it. he just loves how you shiver and your skin erupted with goosebumps.

“take me,” he starts right after he leans back, pulling your hips to meet his thrust. “have me in you.” your legs shake when you feel your orgasm about to hit you. painfuckingfully.

“oh,” lo’ak watches your lips making an ‘O’ shape, breathless moan escaping. he will never get tired of your face, your pleasured face. it was as if he can be himself with you, your comfort only helping him love and live his life.

he doesn’t know what he would do if he loses you.

lo’ak haven’t noticed how he was holding your hips tight, blinded by unwanted imagines of losing you until you tap on his hands since it was kinda painful and you don’t want to get bruised right now.

“sorry princess.” he pulls you flush to his chest, taking your lips in his and licking your bottom lip. signaling you to let go for him.

you obligate, back arching and pressing yourself to your mate as if there was enough space. “lo’ak, oh..lo’ak!” you squeal at the feeling of his dick pushing in and out of you while came on him.

the wet sound arousing lo’ak and helping him reach his milestone. “i love you.” you tell him, ticking his loose braided back to his tied up hair, “i love you lo’ak, you descend everything.” he really does.

love, happiness, family, friends, he deserves everything.

lo’ak’s moan suddenly cracks and he was crying again, oh how he was visible and vulnerable in front of you. “i-i love y…” he can’t finish it, feeling your thumb wipe on his cheeks that had tears.

“i love you more.” he says and you feel him painting your walls with his white ropes. “i love you, baby, i love love love you.” he emphasizes the word ‘love.’

you giggle and place soft kiss on his closed eyelids, you loved this man and you will do anything to protect him, even if it has to be fight with the metekaniya olo’eyktan kids then so be it.

you feel lo’ak smile and shake his head, “no baby, i can hear you thinking.” he brushes your hair away from your face. “you’re not gonna fight with anyone alright?” you hate how he knows you.

you look away but lo’ak uses his fingers to make you have an eye contact with him. “alright?” he asks, this time deeper. you stay silent for a while before huffing out loud. “fine.”

yaurrr the ‘lo’ak smut (no plot)’vote poll won so here ya go y’all — i might make the neteyam mini series too but idk 🤷🏽‍��️ but i hope you enjoyed what i wrote for you babies!

like + reblogs are super appreciated and not pressured! i love each and every one of you sm!! **mwah <3

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WHERE YOU BELONG

cont. gojo x reader, fluff, teeny tiny angst if you squint, finest comfort fic. gojo went outstation for some jujutsu work and reader misses him very much, they hug and cuddle at the very end. living together!au. very very sweet ong

a/n. missing gojo so badly rn ughuhgufh

the apartment was shrouded in darkness when gojo returned. the jingle of keys echoed in the quiet space as he opened the door, and the first thing he noticed was the dimly lit room.

the scent of your absence hung in the air, making his heart ache with longing. he had been away for three weeks, and every day had felt like an eternity without you. he whispered, “love...? are you home?”

as he stepped further into the apartment, gojo's keen senses picked up on the hushed sobs coming from the bedroom. panic surged through him, and he quickened his pace, rushing down the hall.

a faint whimper was his only answer as he reached the bedroom door. with concern etched across his features, he didn’t waste a single second to get to you.

he pushed it open, revealing the silhouette of your form on his side of the bed, draped in his hoodies and clothes. moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on your tear-stained cheeks.

“love,” he whispered, his voice filled with worry and tenderness.

gojo moved closer, his footsteps nearly soundless on the carpet. the bag of snacks he had brought back with him from his outstation trip now lay forgotten on the floor.

his hand gently touched your shoulder, fingers brushing against the fabric of his hoodie you were wearing. your trembling form slowly turned to face him, your eyes shimmering with tears as you looked up at him. the sight of your sadness tore at his heart, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

“what's wrong, my love?” gojo murmured, his hand tilting your chin slightly to meet his gaze. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and soothing against your skin. “tell me, i'm here.”

you clung to him desperately, burying your face in the crook of his neck. his scent, his warmth, everything about him felt like a lifeline in that moment. “i missed you so much,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

“i dreamt that you died.” you confessed, tears welling up in your eyes once more.

gojo held you tighter, his arms a protective cocoon around you. he understood the depth of your longing, the ache of being apart for so long. he tightened his hold on you, as if willing to protect you from the lingering fear of that dream.

“i missed you too, my love,” he whispered back, his breath brushing against your ear. “i'm alive, and i'll always be here for you. i promise, i'm not going anywhere. we'll always have each other.”

gojo continued to hold you close, his embrace a steady anchor in the sea of emotions that engulfed you both. your tears stained his hoodie, but he didn't mind. he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips soft against your hair. his soothing touch traced comforting patterns on your back, the rhythmic motion a silent promise of his enduring affection.

you sighed in relief, feeling the tension slowly melt away as he held you close. in the darkness, the two of you found solace in each other's arms, sharing the intimate moments of whispered words, tender kisses, and the feeling of being exactly where you belonged — wrapped in each other's love, with a forgotten bag of snacks at your feet, a testament to his return.

as the minutes turned into hours, gojo continued to hold you close, offering silent comfort. he gently patted your head, his touch soothing as your sobs eventually subsided into quiet sniffles. the weight of your exhaustion began to take hold, and you nestled even closer to him.

the world outside faded away as you lay in his embrace, your breathing gradually steadying. gojo whispered sweet words of reassurance, his lips brushing against your forehead. “shhh, my love. i’m here with you. you can rest now.”

feeling safe and cherished in his arms, you finally succumbed to the exhaustion that had gripped you. your breathing became slow and steady, and your grip on gojo relaxed.

in the peaceful silence of the room, gojo continued to hold you, his love enveloping you like a warm blanket. he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, gazing down at your peaceful expression with all the tenderness in his heart, .

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with the deepest affection, as if sealing a promise to never let you go. in that moment, the world felt complete, and the two of you were entwined in a love that could withstand any distance or hardship.

urgh my heart. all these posts on pinterest do be making me so lovesick for this man

also felt like if reader had to do what she did after weeks of enduring the pain of being away from her loved one then something big must've happened for her to be shaken to her core so i added in the part where she dreamt he died

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